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Neighborly Relations

By: PAS



Claudia sat on the edge of her lawn recline chair, rubbing suntan lotion over her bare, 36-B breasts. Her nipples became erect as she softly caressed them in the process. Once finished, she sat the bottle of lotion on the ground next to her yellow bikini top, and then pulled her blonde hair back and secured it into a ponytail before picking up her wide-brimmed baseball cap off the ground and putting it on her head. Then she grabbed her dark-black sunglasses and put them on before laying back on the chair to soak up the sun.

The beautiful Brazilian 30-year-old repressed her smile as she noticed movement in the upstairs bedroom window of the house next door. She realized that Erik, her 40-year-old divorced neighbor, was watching her, just as he had every day this week when she pulled this same stunt.

Claudia had caught him watching her several times when she lay out by their above ground pool when her two children were playing. She didn't mind. With her attractive looks and firm body, she often had men staring at her. This week her kids were at camp, so Claudia had decided to tease Erik just a little. 

Claudia had known Erik's former wife, Sandy. They talked a lot, until Sandy and Erik divorced a year earlier. It was from Sandy that Claudia had learned the one thing that had surprised her the most about Erik; that he was well endowed, with nearly a ten-inch dick.

Claudia's husband, who happened to be the only man that she had ever slept with, was just over five inches. She could not imagine having something nearly twice that size inside of her.

Yesterday, Erik had risked sneaking outside and creeping over to the bushes along the fence separating their yard. While Claudia pretended to sleep, she saw that he was filming her with a camcorder. While that should have upset her, it had instead aroused her more. With her hat and glasses on nobody would be able to tell who she was. And besides, Erik wouldn't dare show it to the neighbors. Even if he did, Claudia had learned just before her kids went to camp that her husband was being transferred. He was already gone about one week a month, but now they would be moving out of state. Claudia didn't like the idea of moving, but the fact that they would be gone by the end of summer made her just a little more daring when it came to her new game with Erik. While he had watched yesterday, she slowly slid her hand into her bikini bottoms and rubbed her clit to orgasm, all the while pretending not to notice the man spying on her.

She wondered if he would do the same today. Claudia's pussy began to tingle when she heard the sliding glass door open and close next door. She held still, while watching for his head to peak through the bushes. As she normally did, Claudia pretended to sleep, hoping that he would get a little closer.

She caught something out of the corner of her eye. Holding still, she adjusted her peripheral vision enough to see that Erik was sneaking up the hill. He had gone down the fence, into the woods that marked the parameter behind their homes, and climbed into her yard. Now he was daring to come even closer with his video camera.

This was too much for Claudia, but she dared not move yet. Safe behind her wide, dark, glasses and hat, she permitted Erik to come closer.

Erik quietly walked up to the chair, taking in every detail of Claudia's luscious body with his eyes, while recording them for posterity. The way her head slightly moved let him know that the woman was pretending to sleep. That encouraged him to continue on. Holding the camera in his left hand, Erik undid the fly on his cargo shorts and pulled out his hard cock and began stroking it.

Claudia nearly gasped when she saw this. Once more she had to force herself to remain still as she watched Erik expose himself in front of her. She could not believe the size of his dick. She had no desire to do anything with this man, and was not about to let him touch her in any way, but the idea of watching him jack off that monster was making her wet. She decided that she would lie there quietly and enjoy the show.

Erik stroked his cock for a bit, and then moved between Claudia and her house. He sat the camera on the window sill, where it would continue to record the topless woman. Claudia wondered what was going on when he stepped behind her. The brim of her cap prevented her from seeing anything. "If that son-of-a-bitch tries to touch me or cum on my face I will scream." She thought. She heard something behind her, but could not figure out what Erik was up to. She felt something touch her right hand. Both of her arms were stretched behind her head, and at first she thought, "He's putting his dick into my hand." But realized that was not it. She felt something thin lying across her right wrist, and then felt the same thing on her left. Suddenly she heard a duel zipping sound and felt something squeezing against her wrists, holding her arms in place. 

Eric stood up, looking at Claudia's arms, which were now zip-tied to the lawn chair. "You can open your eyes now." He said, as he stepped over the chair, straddling Claudia. She tried to move her arms, but found them held tight as Erik pulled off her hat and sunglasses. 

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She demanded.

"I'm tired of jacking off to you, Claudia. I think it's time that we had some real fun."

Claudia struggled to get her arms free, all the while looking at the giant cock being stroked above her. Erik lowered his body down, pressing his cock to her face, "Suck my dick."

"Fuck you. I'm going to call the cops if you don't let me go." She vowed.

Erik laughed, "You won't tell anyone. With all the video I have of you teasing me, I can convince anyone that you were willing. Plus, you would never want your husband to know about any of this. Otherwise you would have screamed by now."

Claudia was not about to scream. She wanted nothing to do with Eric. She did not mind teasing him, but sex was out of the question. Still, he was right about one thing. There was no way that she could let her husband know about any of this.

Erik rubbed his cock along her lips. "If I suck it, will you promise not to cum in my mouth? And to let me go after that?"

"Sure." Erik lied.

Claudia opened her mouth and accepted the head of Erik's cock between her lips. She sucked on him, taking as much as she could into her mouth as Erik moaned with delight. Erik had not had a woman suck him, or do anything else with him, since before his wife told him that she wanted a divorce. He wished that she could see him fucking her friend's face at this moment.

Erik slid his cock back and forth into Claudia's mouth as she sucked him. He could feel his orgasm nearing, but refused to let Claudia know. He was going to cum in her mouth whether she liked it or not.

Claudia sucked on Erik. He held her head in his hands as he humped her face. Suddenly she heard him moan. "No." She tried to say, but only a muffled sound came out as his cock stuffed her mouth. She felt Erik's cock quiver and then felt the first wad of his cum striking the back of her throat. His hands held her head tight as he began spewing his cum into her mouth, forcing her to gulp it down as he continued to cum. 

When Erik pulled out of her mouth, Claudia looked up at him and said, "You mother fucker. You promised not to cum in my mouth. Now let me go."

"Not yet," Erik said with a smile. "I wonder how that looked on camera?"

Claudia remembered the video camera. She turned her head, realizing that she had just been filmed sucking him off. "I want that tape." She demanded.

Erik ignored her as he stepped away from her. He then moved down and grabbed her bikini bottoms and began pulling them down her legs. Claudia kicked, trying to stop him as he stripped her. "Oh, that is nice." He commented, upon seeing her mostly shaved pussy. He grabbed two more zip ties and wrestled each of Claudia's legs into place before tying them down. Now, with her legs spread, he grabbed the camera and began filming every inch of her exposed body.

Erik put the camera back and crawled between Claudia's legs. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm about to eat your pussy." Erik told her, just before driving his tongue between her legs.

Claudia struggled as Erik licked her clit. He thrust one, then two, fingers up inside of her, finger fucking her as he licked her now swollen clit. With his other hand, he toyed with her left nipple.

Claudia cursed, begged, threatened and said anything else she could think of trying to get Erik to stop, but he continued on. Soon, despite her resistance, Claudia could feel her body responding. She fought back as much as she could, not wanting to give Erik the satisfaction of making her climax. But the man was just too damn good at what he was doing for her to hold out forever. 

Claudia could feel her orgasm nearing. She tried not to let Erik know that she was about to cum, but she was unable to keep her hips from thrusting, then she began moaning. Erik enjoyed the sounds that Claudia was making as her moment neared. Then Claudia spasmed and exhaled loudly as she orgasmed. Erik's tongue worked her clit throughout her orgasm, until Claudia was begging for him to stop. Finally he did just that.

Claudia refused to look at him. When she did open her eyes she saw Erik standing over her completely naked. His shorts and tee-shirt had been tossed aside and he held his throbbing nine-and-a-half-inch cock in his hand. "Now I'm going to fuck you." He told her.

"No!" Claudia protested, as Erik moved between her legs. "I can't take that." She insisted.

Erik pressed his thick, hard, pole against her wet pussy and began to slide it inside of her. Claudia gasped as it filled her. She could not believe that she could take his entire cock up in her. Erik leaned over her body, thrusting his cock in and out of Claudia. 

"No, no." Claudia echoed over and over as Erik fucked her. She saw the camera and blushed, realizing that he would be able to relive this moment anytime he wanted to. Claudia felt completely stuffed by his cock. She felt it ram against her cervix as he pounded inside of her. Soon, she realized that her "no's" had stopped. Her hips were fucking back against Erik, despite what she wanted to do. Claudia was about to climax again. She could not believe that her body was welcoming this, but there was nothing that she could do about it. She wanted to orgasm on this giant cock.

Erik relished every moment of feeling Claudia's tight pussy wrapped around his manhood. He sensed that she was about to cum and did his best to bring that on. He lowered his head and began going back and forth, licking each of her nipples in turn as Claudia thrashed about beneath him.

"Ohhh!" She moaned as she began to cum. Claudia's eyes rolled back as Erik's cock made her climax. Then she heard him crying out, "Yes!" Before she could protest, she felt Erik releasing his man seed inside of her pussy as he came.

Erik continued fucking her, making sure to spill every drop before he was willing to pull out of Claudia's pussy. 

He got up and got dressed, then took the camera and recorded some close-ups of the woman's sweaty, satisfied body, and of her ravaged pussy, with his cum dripping out of it.

"Untie me." She whispered.

Erik pulled out a knife and cut her right arm free. "There, now you can get yourself loose, but not before I'm back inside my house."

"Please, don't show that recording to anyone, or tell anyone about this." She begged.

Erik smiled, "It will be our secret, but I will be coming over to pay you a visit at least once a week. I guess I won't be able to see you much when your kids get back, but as soon as they're in school, I'll be coming over quite often."

Claudia watched him leave before using her free hand to unto her other arm and both legs. She quickly grabbed her bikini and rushed inside, jumping into the shower to wash off. Thankfully she knew that they would be moving away before school started, so she guessed that she might be able to avoid Erik until then, although she wondered if she might let him catch her once or twice. But she was thankful that she would not be around long enough to become his sex slave.

Claudia got out of the shower, only after hearing her husband calling her name. She wrapped a towel around her naked body and walked into the bedroom. Looking out the window she saw Erik standing in the backyard, watching what she knew to be the video of them having sex on the viewfinder of his camera. She turned to greet her husband as he entered the room.

"Good news, honey," he told her, "I just found out that I'm not being transferred. They reassigned me here for another three years. I just told Erik and he seemed as happy about us staying as I am."

Claudia smiled, "That's just wonderful news." She told her husband as she looked back at the window to where Erik stood, silently adding "Oh fuck."

Neighborly Relations Pt. 00



Cast of Characters

I am writing this after part 16D of the story, "Neighborly Relations."

I am providing this entry in order to avoid confusion for all of us. Everything should be accurate, though a careful reader might find discrepancies in hair color, etc. between this list and the story. If such a discrepancy should raise its ugly head, please feel free to ignore it. As with any work of fiction, the characters look pretty much the way you want them to look. 

I apologize to those of you who have requested illustrations because the pictures I have are only approximations of the character's physical attributes and are copyrighted. I have never found a photograph that comes close to presenting Elaine Porter. I am, of course, compiling an illustrated version of "Neighborly Relations" in PDF format for my own use, but, as mentioned, there are copyright issues with the illustrations in which I have defined "fair use" as -Personal use."

PEOPLE OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD

CAST OF CHARACTERS 

Listed Alphabetically

Children are indented below parents

** Denotes Characters who do not live on "The Loop."

Names within brackets [ ] are Minors and do not participate.

Penis lengths (?-P) listed are when erect and are approximate unless the character has actually measured himself.

I didn't include bust size because I have no idea how those numbers work in relation to real life. Breast size is noted as S/M/L-B. Use your imagination. All other attributes are average unless noted. 

THE CAST:

ADAMS

Andy - 25 Average height, 6-P 

Claudia - 25 (Pregnant until part 16) Average height, brunette, L-B

[Meredith - 2]

BURTON 

Ralph - 59 Tall, Salt/Pepper hair, 6.5-P 

Betty - 58 5'4", glasses, gray hair, L-B

Kent - 38** Tall, brown hair, 7-P

Sally (wife) - 39** Petite, Blonde, M-B

Carter - 20** Tall, Blond, 7-P

Cathy - 18** Petite, Blonde, L-B

Doris Burton Chambers - 36** Short, round, blonde, L-B

Bill Chambers - 18** Tall, Blond, 8-P

David - 37 (nephew of Ralph) ** Tall, brown hair, 6+-P

Amy - 37 (wife of David) ** sandy hair, L-B

Paul - 19** Tall, Blond, 6+-P

Ginny - 20** Skinny, Blonde, S-B

CARTER 

John - 31 Thin build, Blond, 6-P

Terry - 30 (PG) Medium build, Sandy, L-B

[Kyle - 4]

[Kristy - 5]

CASSIDY

Albert - 60 Tall, Gray, 7-P

Sharon - 30 Average, brunette, L-B

Thomas - 19 Tall, Blond, 7-P

Timothy - 19 Tall, Blond, 7-P

Laurel - 18 Voluptuous, blonde, L-B

[Gail (1month)]

MOSSWELL 

Robert - 45 Tall, S/P hair, 8-P

Tania - 44 Tall, L-B

Sherona - 24** Tall, L-B

Cherie - 23** Short, round body, L-B

Robert Jr. - 22** Tall, 8-P

Tillman - 19 Tall, 8-P

PETERSON 

Daryl - 54 Tall, silver hair, 8-P

Jennifer - 52 Tall, Sandy, L-B, broad hips & thighs

Bill - 32** Tall, 7-P

Melody (wife of Bill) 31** petite, brunette, glasses, M-B

Brenda Peterson Davis - 31** Tall, sandy, L-B, broad hips & thighs

Kyle Davis (husband of Brenda) 31** Thin, blond, 7-P

PORTER 

Robert - 43 Tall, blond, 6.78-P

Emily - 42 Tall, auburn, L-B

Danny - 19 Tall, blond, 7.25-P

Elaine - 18 Tall, red hair, freckles, M-B

TRENT 

Patty - 35 Average height, Brunette, "Bubble Butt," L-B

Charles - 36 Tall, Sandy hair, 10-P

[Debbie - 10]

[Kelly - 12]

JENKINS

Karen - 28** Medium height, M-B

Ray - 28** Tall, Blond, 7+-P

O'NEIL

Jason - 29** Slim, blonde, 6+-P

Patrice - 29** Skinny, Brunette, S-B

WHITMAN

Kelly - 18** Medium height, Voluptuous, L-B

James Whitman - 52** Average height, portly, 6-P

Lois Whitman - 50** Petite, Brunette, M-B

Zoe Zimmerman - 18** Petite, Dark hair, L-B

Kimberly Jones - 18** Medium height, slim, M-B

THE FIRST PARTIES

GUEST LIST A (Parent's Party)

Emily and Robert Porter 

Andrew and Claudia Adams 

Charles and Patty Trent 

John and Terry Carter 

Robert and Tania Mosswell

Daryl and Jenny Peterson (hosts)

Ralph and Betty Burton

Kent and Sally Burton

GUEST LIST B (The Kids Party)

Danny and Elaine Porter

Cathy and Carter Burton

Tillman and Sherona Mosswell

Paul and Ginny Burton

THE SECOND NEIGHBORHOOD PARTY

Guest list (44 people) includes all adults from the Cast of Characters except for the Whitman family, Zoe and Kimberly. Kelly Whitman arrives during the party.

THE BUKKAKE CREW

Albert Cassidy - 60

Thomas Cassidy - 19

Timothy Cassidy - 19

Robert Porter - 43

Danny Porter - 19

Charles Trent - 36

Daryl Peterson - 54

Bill Peterson - 32 

Kyle Davis - 31

Andy Adams - 25

John Carter - 31

Ralph Burton - 59 

David Burton - 37

Kent Burton - 38 

Paul Burton - 19 

Carter Burton - 20

Bill Chambers - 18

Robert Mosswell - 45

Tillman Mosswell - 19

Robert Mosswell Jr. - 22

Ray Jenkins - 29

Jason O'Neil - 28

Plus

Terry Carter

Claudia Adams

22 men & 2 women

RESULTS OF PARTNER SWAP DRAWING

Tania Mosswell --- Robert Porter

and --- Carter Burton

Jenny Peterson --- Bill Chambers

Emily Porter --- Jason O'Neil

Elaine Porter --- Paul Burton

Karen Jenkins --- Kent Burton

Patrice O'Neil --- David Burton

Sally Burton --- Tom Cassidy

Cathy Burton --- Tillman Mosswell

Betty Burton --- Danny Porter

Doris Burton --- Ray Jenkins

Amy Burton --- Albert Cassidy

Ginny Burton --- Tim Cassidy

Sharon Cassidy --- Robert Mosswell

Laurel Cassidy --- Daryl Peterson 



Neighborly Relations Pt. 01



PART ONE: MEET THE PORTERS

CHAPTER ONE, Emily Steps Out

The Porters lived in a quiet suburban cul-de-sac that was a perfect copy of countless other similar neighborhoods. Seven, one and two-story houses lined the loop of asphalt that circled an island of decorative rocks. Seven houses painted in pleasant, subdued shades housing seven subdued suburban families living subdued lives of no great fanfare or excitement.

The Porters-Robert, 43, Emily, 42, Danny, 19, and Elaine, 18. They were normal, ordinary Americans living the quiet, well ordered live of a middle class American Family. They were normal; their street was normal; and everyone they knew was normal.

Maybe.

Robert and Emily were the type of suburban couple who go to the gym three days a week, ride bikes, play tennis, and generally work at keeping in shape. Their children, of course, learned from their example and were similarly toned. Robert kept his blond hair trimmed short as befit a banker, while Emily, who worked from home as a copy editor, took pride in the auburn tresses that fell to the middle of her back in shimmering waves. She was a pale skinned woman but without the freckles that adorned red heads with more vibrant hair. Her daughter, Elaine, had been graced (or, cursed, perhaps) with curly hair of a bright red hue and a face-no an entire body-covered with freckles. Danny was blond, like his father, and so had escaped that curse. Of course, aside from the tint of her hair and freckles, Elaine was nearly an exact copy of her mother-tall and willowy, with breasts like drops of water poised to fall, and possessing a serene beauty many women would kill to have. 

They were a beautiful family living a beautiful life in a beautiful, two story colonial house in a neighborhood similarly blessed. But sometimes perfection isn't enough, and it isn't apparent until something happens to bring the point home.

#

It began on a Monday afternoon in May at two-twenty p.m., when Emily was daydreaming a bit and looking out of her kitchen window. That was when her neighbor, Patty Trent, appeared briefly at her side door and tipped her head against the glass to look down her driveway. It appeared that she was looking for the approach of her children after school, and there was nothing unusual in that except that it was too early and she appeared to be stark naked at the time. 

The Porter and the Trent homes were at the end of the cul-de-sac loop, with their driveways running parallel to each other to enter detached garages set back on their lots. Because of this arrangement, Emily had a straight view of her neighbor's side door from her kitchen window.

Emily stared dumbly at the thirty-five year old brunette, unable to move her eyes away from the woman who obviously had no idea she could be seen. The sudden appearance of a naked neighbor was a good reason to stare, of course, but further reason was the sudden feeling of arousal that spread out from Emily's groin at the sight of Patty's large breasts. They looked so delightfully soft, with large dark areole and nipples. She was about five-five and fleshier than Emily, without being fat, but possessing what was affectionately known as a "bubble-butt" to go with her large breasts. She was such a "squeezable" woman.

Emily had known Patty for years and had certainly never been attracted to a woman before, let alone Patty, but . . .

When Patty hurried away from her door (breasts quivering), Emily ran up to her bedroom and dropped her pants to her ankles. She sat on the edge of her bed with her eyes closed and slowly manipulated her clitoris while imagining Patty approaching her, smiling, reaching, ultimately lowing her mouth down to taste Elaine's eager pussy. When she came, she imagined that her legs were wrapped around Patty's shoulders, her thighs clamped against her cheeks. 

Her orgasm was viciously good.

The guilt and doubt after the orgasm was equally powerful. What the hell was that all about? Patty was her neighbor, a friend, and a woman. What had caused that reaction in her to the sight of Patty's exposed breasts? 

Emily washed up and greeted the kids when they came home-Elaine from high school and Danny from the junior college where he was studying computer programming. She greeted them in the kitchen, kissing them both on the cheek, and advising them that they'd be having lasagna when their father got home. 

And, when Robert did get home, they ate their supper at six o'clock just like normal, all while Emily's mind was racing with the revelation she'd found in the sight of her neighbor's naked breasts. By the time she went to bed, she'd nearly confessed her feelings to Robert half a dozen times, only to talk herself out of it. It wasn't as though she'd done anything wrong, after all. Only masturbate. 

Only masturbate? Jesus. 

Of course, she didn't know what fantasies Robert used to masturbate, and they might be many times worse. Well, no, he probably didn't have homosexual fantasies, did he? No, Mister "Let me watch you masturbate with vegetables," never daydreamed about dicks.

And what was Patty doing prancing around the house naked at that time of day, anyway? That's weird. By the time she fell asleep, that question had taken the forefront of her thoughts and allowed her to quit feeling quite so guilty. She hadn't done anything wrong? Masturbation was natural. But wandering around the house naked certainly was not.

#

The next day, Tuesday, Emily rushed through her work as quickly as possible and spent a great deal of her time in the kitchen or out in the yard where she could see the Trent house. She didn't want to admit that she was hoping for another glimpse of Patty's body, but that was pretty much the case. And she would certainly like to know what Patty was up to. 

It was about two o'clock when she saw her neighbor peering through her door, topless again, seeming to be searching the street for someone. Witnesses? What?

Jennifer Peterson was passing just then, and, when Patty saw her, she ducked back away from the window and didn't appear again. Apparently, Patty was looking to see if the coast was clear, but why?

The question consumed Emily's thoughts the rest of the day, heating her to the point where she jumped her husband as soon as they closed the bedroom door for bed that night. She came so hard that night that she was afraid the neighbors might have heard her.

The neighbors didn't hear, of course, but her children did. She always assumed that the kids could sleep soundly through anything, but she forgot how much earlier than usual she and Robert had begun screwing that night. Of course they were awake at that time of night.

But, of course, they were awake many times that their parents had sex, and they both rather enjoyed the sound of it-each in their own way. Danny, after fighting the impulse for years, had taken up masturbating to the sound of his parent's bed slamming against the wall and his mother screaming out her delight. Elaine just lay smiling and thinking of the joys of marital bliss and how much her parents loved each other. It pleased her to be reassured of her parent's love. It was only later, when she could pretend it had nothing to do with their actions, that she allowed her hands to slip down to her sopping young pussy and give herself her own bit of joy.

That night, everyone in the Porter household had especially good orgasms.

#

The next day was Wednesday and Emily was beside herself with curiosity-and horniness, for that matter. The crotch of her panties was soaked by noon, and, at one o'clock, Emily was about ready to knock on her neighbor's door and ask what she had been doing. At one thirty, she nearly did. By two o'clock, she didn't have to ask.

Emily had just gotten a glass of water from her refrigerator when a movement in her neighbor's house caught her eye. Yes, she caught a glimpse of skin in motion and the sway of brunette hair. Okay, what was Patty doing? 

Patty was looking out of her side door again, scanning the street, but this time she didn't go back inside. She pushed the door open slowly and leaned out, her breasts swaying down past the door for anyone to see Apparently, she felt secure that nobody was watching, for she stepped out onto the steps and hurried down to the driveway.

She was totally naked and carrying the opener for her garage door. Looking nervously over her shoulder, Patty activated the remote and waited for the door to lift just far enough so she could scurry in beneath it. 

When the door was fully up, it appeared that Patty had disappeared. Their car, a two year old mini van, had been backed into the garage, and Emily had to lean close to the glass to see all of the windshield. The van rocked a bit, indicating Patty's presence inside, and finally, Emily could see her faintly through the glass as a dark shadow sitting in the passenger seat.

What on earth was she doing? Now Emily was more than eager to find out-she was desperate. Pouring her water out in the sink, she tried to think of a reason to go over there. She didn't necessarily want to disturb or embarrass her neighbor, but it would be horrible to not find out now that she'd watched this much.

Watching the vehicle now, the slightly rocking motion it was making made her even more curious. How could she manage to go out there for a neighborly greeting? How?

The lawn. She could water the lawn! 

Once she'd decided on her course of action it took only moments for her to put it into effect. She was already dressed in her light cotton slacks and blouse, perfect gardening wear, so she hurried out of her own back door and into her garage where the hose lay coiled and waiting for someone to get ambitious. She snatched up the hose and sprinkler and pressed the button to open her own garage and then walked boldly out with her tools. 

The faucet was on the corner of the house just under the kitchen window, so Patty could surely see her as she bent to connect the hose and then drag it out to the front lawn. What was she thinking now? Once Emily had the sprinkler in place she turned and walked back to turn the faucet on. 

Okay, lady, now take a deep breath and turn toward Patty's house as though everything is normal. Pretend you can see her-but she could see the dark shadow behind the windshield, so she didn't have to pretend. Emily smiled, waved, and walked toward her neighbor's garage. 

"Hi, Patty!" she called out when she was about ten feet from the van. "Beautiful day, huh?"

"Yes, beautiful!" Patty leaned her head out through the passenger window, trying hard to smile. "I was just going to run to the store."

Boy, that would be something to see, Emily thought as she said, "I was going downtown myself, can I hitch a ride?"

"Well, I was going to, I mean . . ." Patty's words trailed off as Emily moved closer, entering the garage now. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she drew her head back and looked downward. "Please go," she said, quietly. 

"But, I was . . . oh, Patty." Emily tried to avoid sounding shocked or judgmental when she drew close enough to see her embarrassed neighbor, but she didn't suppose Patty was listening to her tone of voice now, anyway. 

Patty was embarrassed to the point of tears, and Emily suddenly felt like an absolute jerk for coming out to catch her like that. "Please don't," Emily said as she hurried around the car to get in on the driver's side. "Don't cry. Don't. I didn't mean to . . ."

"I knew I'd get caught some time," Patty said, bravely fighting back tears and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I just didn't think about, about what it would be like to be caught."

Emily sat behind the wheel and looked at Patty, unable to help but admire her pendulous breasts and marvel at how they looked even bigger unleashed from clothing. She wanted to . . . no, no, not that.

"At least it was me," Emily said, placing her hand gently on the back of Patty's shoulder. "Oh, I didn't want to make you feel bad. I just had to find out what was going on."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you a couple days ago." Emily swallowed hard. "And then yesterday. I was hoping for a chance to find out what was going on. And then, today, when you . . . well, I just couldn't stay inside wondering."

"You just had to come out for a laugh, you mean." Patty's tears were gone now, and she was nearly at the point of anger. 

"No, no, not at all." Okay, Emily, it's time to fess up or you'll ruin what friendship remains between you. "No, on that first day I saw you in the window of the door. I saw your breasts, you know."

"I would have, well, Jennifer Peterson was out on her lawn, so I couldn't come out," she said, indicating the woman living diagonally from them on the cul de sac. "I didn't even look at your house. Didn't figure you'd be the one waiting to trap me."

"It wasn't a, well, I guess it's best to tell the truth since I've got you at a disadvantage. I sure don't want you to hate me." Deep breath. "When I saw you the first time. After you left the door. I . . . I went upstairs and played with myself." There, it was said. "I'm not a lesbian," she added quickly. "No, but I just got so turned on that I had to do it right then."

"You . . ." Patty was perplexed.

"Yes," Emily said, looking away, her cheeks glowing red now, "I masturbated thinking of you standing in your doorway." She studiously avoided saying what she'd really imagined her doing.

"You . . . really? God, I never thought . . ."

"Okay, and I'm not a lesbian, right? But do you see how I had to know what you were doing?"

"Acting like an idiot, is what I'm doing," Patty said, smiling now, though her hands remained in her lap to cover her sex. "I do housework naked with the curtains open. It's a thrill. Of course, if anyone came by, I ran for cover. They probably couldn't see me anyway."

"You like showing off." Emily shrugged. "When you got it, flaunt it."

"Yeah, the whole idea of getting caught was thrilling. Charles thinks I'm nuts, but sometimes we play a . . . well, never mind."

"Charles knows?"

"Yes, but he trusts me to be careful. He's the one who backs the car into the garage so I can watch the street," Patty said. 

"Not exactly careful, is it?" Emily said.

"No, but it's a quiet street," Patty replied. "He figures that it's worth the risk if it makes me happy."

"Do you come out here often?"

"Probably a dozen times. Winter is a real thrill, with the cold and all."

"What do you do?"

Patty rolled her eyes, smiling. "Masturbate, of course."

Well, of course, Emily told herself. Don't be so dense. She let her mind shift now, thinking of all the possibilities. "So, you and Charles. Sometimes he gets to be the audience, right? Is that what you started to tell me about?"

"Yes, and I suppose you can figure out the rest of the game."

"Sounds like fun," Emily said, because it certainly did. "But I'd better go and leave you alone." She opened the door of the car.

Patty smiled. "What are you in such a hurry to do?"

"Oh, I've got laundry, and . . ."

"You can stay and play with yourself right here," Patty said, quickly. "I mean, if that's what you were going to do."

Emily smiled-busted!-and closed the door. "Yes, I suppose I could," she said. "But not alone."

"Of course not," Patty's hand began massaging between her legs and she continued to look deeply into Emily's eyes. "Go ahead, get comfy." She licked her lips, smiling.

Emily's mouth was dry and she had to work hard to speak. "May I, um, can I please touch your breasts?" she asked. "I'm not a . . ."

"Not a lesbian, yes I know," Patty laughed. She shifted toward Emily, opening her legs then, and fully exposing her shaved pussy before moving her fingers back down between its lips. 

"Oh, goodness, you've shaved it," Emily gasped, immediately feeling like a total idiot. "It's so cute!"

"Cute?" Patty laughed. "Cute? I have it on good authority that I have a very sexy cunt, lady."

That word-cunt-seemed to be the last straw. A shiver of lust roared through Emily's body. Quickly, she unzipped her slacks and slipped her hand inside, nearly coming at first contact on her wet clit. 

"Hey, I thought you wanted to touch my tits," Patty said, in control now. "You can even kiss them if you want to."

"Oh, God," was all Emily could think of to say. 

That night, all four corners of the Porter house were rocking hard again.

CHAPTER TWO, The Family that Plays Together

When Robert Porter went in to work the next morning, he was tired but happy. Just what had gotten into Emily the past couple days, he didn't know, but he liked it. On Tuesday night, she'd torn his clothing off and humped him until he filled her with his eager cum, and then she'd continued, using the big dildo he'd bought her to continue the fucking until Robert was hard again. The sight of the large pink dildo slamming into her sweet pussy with his cum lubricating it was massively exciting. And last night, well, my oh my, he'd never had his cock sucked like last night. She didn't even want to fuck, just wanting him to lick and suck her tasty cunt while she attacked his cock and balls. And then she'd laid back and jerked him off onto her face and chest. He'd never even dared ask for such behavior before. Their sex had always been magnificent, but the last two nights topped everything.

He pulled out of the driveway and moved down the street slowly, watching the Trent house closely as he did. The curtains were open, but Patty wasn't in sight this morning. Charles had a longer commute, so he was normally gone when Robert left for work, and it appeared that Patty liked to do her housework naked after shipping the kids off to school. Robert loved the sight of her breasts swaying as she vacuumed, and he always wished he had time to park and watch. He wondered what she would do if she knew he saw her.

She had to know people could see her-especially in the winter, when it was still dark in the morning. She must want to be seen. But did she want to be caught? Robert had fantasized about telling Emily what she did, and in those fantasies Emily would be eager to sneak out with him and watch from the car. In those fantasies, they would fuck in the car right there on the street while Patty continued her naked housework. Often, in those fantasies, they would knock on Patty's door and go inside and take her right there in the living room before her open window. 

Of course, it was only a fantasy. Oh well.

#

Danny left for school shortly after his father. He, too, hoped Patty Trent would be busy with her vacuum, but wasn't too disappointed when she wasn't. After last night, well, he didn't need anything else clouding his mind the day of a big test. 

He'd heard his mother screaming, "Give it to me. Jam that big cock in my mouth!" in the midst of the other noises coming through the wall, and he'd taken the risk of sneaking into the hall to listen at their door. Once there, he'd been rewarded by finding the door slightly ajar. The latch that his father kept intending to fix had given way, and the door was open about six inches. That's why they were so loud. Danny knelt at the door and watched his parents engage in an athletic 69 session while stroking his cock inside his pajama bottoms. 

In all the time he'd listened to them, he'd never been able to see the action. Damn, he had good looking parents. His mom was toned and trim, his dad muscular, and they fucked like pros. Danny was also pleased to see that his father, while not badly endowed, had a smaller cock than he did. Danny probably had two inches on the old man, and that news made him all the harder. For the first time, he allowed himself to give coherent thought to the idea of fucking his mother. He'd only listened before, so he'd thought of it rather like listening to a dirty movie. But now, seeing them, he couldn't help but imagine being in his father's place with his cock inside her mouth while he lapped at her pussy. God, they were hot!




Neighborly Relations Pt. 01



He pulled his pajama bottoms off then, knowing that his folks were too busy to catch him and he'd need someplace to cum if he didn't want to be cleaning the carpet. Once his cock was free, he jerked off with abandon as he watched his father's cock moving in and out of his mother's mouth and she thrust her hairy cunt up against Dad's mouth. And, oh my God, his mother had actually jerked Dad off on her own face! Danny soaked his pajama bottoms at the sight of that! 

Now he drove to school determined to find himself a steady girlfriend so he could get his dick back in gear. He really needed to get laid.

#

Elaine Porter spent first hour daydreaming about last night. First, it had been the sound of her parents, and then, well, then was something else. They had seemed louder than usual, and she'd finally given in and went to her door and peeked into the hall. She had intended to leave her room, but she stopped when she saw her brother kneeling at her parent's door and peeking through the crack. 

Now, when the red-headed 18 year old should be listening to her teacher, she was thinking of the sight of Danny pulling his pants off and stroking his long, hard cock while her mother cried out, "Eat me!" She sat reveling in the memory of the huge spurt of jism that he released into his wadded pajama bottoms. 

And, of course, it was a bit funny, too. Her parents were fucking with such abandon that they were oblivious to anything else, and her brother was wanking his pecker so hard that he didn't notice her masturbating and watching him jerk off. She wondered just how many nights the family had managed to cum together like they had last night, since it was fairly obvious that both she and Danny had been listening to their parents for a long time. 

Her only regret as she sat ignoring her history class was that she hadn't been able to watch the show like Danny could. Maybe, if it happened again, she'd go out and join him at the door. That thought made her wet right there in class, and she did her best to stop thinking of anything beside Hitler. She especially didn't want to thinking about grasping her brother's cock, stroking and . . . no, think about Hitler.

#

Emily Porter thought they'd never be gone, though it was only nine o'clock when the house finally cleared. Once it was empty, she quickly removed her clothing and stood naked in her living room. It was kind of exciting, but only kind of. She had no desire to expose herself to the neighbors, but the feeling of freedom that came over her with the air flowing over her bare skin was a bit of a thrill. She liked being unencumbered and resolved to spend the day just like this. 

She did dishes and wiped up the kitchen counter, and then she went to her office and proof read a technical manuscript she was editing for her company. There wasn't much to do there, not enough to keep her away from what she really wanted to do, anyway. 

She wanted to spend some quality time with Big Wally.

Big Wally was the name she'd given to the huge dildo Robert had bought her. Ten inches long and about eight inches around, it was more dick than she had ever seen in real life. Robert had assured her that it wasn't actually an unrealistic representation. He was secure enough in his own manhood to confess that many men at the gym were very much better endowed than he was. "I've never seen them hard, of course," he said, after she'd marveled at the size of the fake cock he'd given her. "But I can well imagine some of them being about this size. Our neighbor, for instance, is hung like a horse."

She thought about that as she got Wally out of her bedroom drawer and stood looking at it. The neighbor to whom he had been referring was Charles Trent. He was a construction foreman, and she knew he was muscular, but she'd never given thought to his cock until Robert mentioned it. Now, after getting a broader look at the Trent marriage, she couldn't help but wonder how he matched up to Wally. 

Rather than her usual routine of diddling herself in the bedroom, Emily took Wally and her bottle of oil downstairs to the living room. It was her home after all, and there was nobody there to stop her from frigging herself where ever she wanted. Feeling increasingly horny, knelt on the floor and pressed the suction cup beneath the plastic ball sack of her huge dildo down on the polished surface on the corner of her coffee table. 

She didn't need the oil for her pussy, for she was quite wet when she manipulated her clit and then slipped her fingers inside of herself. She licked Wally's shaft, kissed the broad head, and then took it into her mouth to run her tongue around the bulbous head. "Oh, Charlie," she whispered, and that idea made her hotter. She sucked the fake cock as best as she could while working her cunt to a small orgasm that signaled her need for more. 

Wally needed the oil, of course, and she lubricated him completely and then lowered her hips down to the fat head. Normally, she'd already had Robert's cock inside of her and so was more ready for Wally's intrusion, so she had to be satisfied with rubbing her clit with the head of the fat, fake dick for awhile. 

"Oh, Charlie," she whispered again. "Do me."

Yesterday had been a revelation. She hadn't dared kiss Patty's tits, but she certainly did handle them. So soft, and tipped with rubbery nipples. She could see why men liked playing with tits. And the sight of Patty's fingers sliding into her shaved pussy, was, well, she'd come three times while they sat in the car fingering themselves and laughing. When they'd finally parted, it was with the promise that they'd have to do something like that again.

She wasn't sure what that something might be, but her speculation on the subject got her hot enough to start taking the fat dildo into her pussy. No, her cunt, she wanted the dildo in her cunt. Yes, that was it, and she lowered herself onto it with a satisfied sigh and began fucking the plastic pecker for all she was worth.

"Fuck my cunt," she moaned as she fought to get all ten inches inside, tightening herself as she humped it and rubbed her clit. Finally, her orgasm hit her like a freight train and she had to steady herself on the table, quivering, until the feeling passed. Then, she began humping Wally again. Once was not enough.

"Wow, that's one hell of a horse cock!"

The voice behind her shocked her so that she stumbled to one side and fell to the floor, Wally's suction releasing so that he came along with her. Patty stood in the door to the living room, grinning and unbuttoning her blouse.

"Didn't mean to startle you," she said. "But of course I certainly did mean to sneak up on you. Can I try it, too? After you, of course. Please, don't stop." She threw her blouse aside and pushed her slacks down to stand naked in Emily's living room. 

"I'm, ah, gosh I didn't expect company," Emily said. 

"That's okay, I didn't expect you to be having so much fun. Please, keep going." Patty walked over to kneel beside her, looking at the huge dildo that was just beginning to slip out of Emily's pussy. "Here, I'll help." Patty grasped Wally's balls in one hand and slowly began to slide the dildo back inside. 

"But, I . . ." Emily began, but there wasn't much point. She laid back on the carpet, spreading her legs wider. "Yeah, please do."

"You'll have to rub your own clit. After all," dramatic pause with a big grin, "I'm not a lesbian."

Both women laughed as Patty began stroking the big dick harder and faster into her friend's pussy. Emily spread herself with one hand while working her fingers over her wet clit, enjoying the ride. 

"I was thinking about you all night. Us, really. Charlie could barely keep up with me because of it. Finally had to tie me down," Patty said, laughing.

"Tie you?" Emily asked.

"Sure. Haven't you ever done that?" 

"No, but there's a lot of things I haven't done. Yet, anyway." All these new thoughts added to the pleasure of the cock Patty was rubbing inside her, bringing her orgasm on faster and faster.

"You'll do me, won't you?" Patty asked. "Fuck me with your big fat dildo?"

"Oh, yes. I mean, what are friends for," Emily replied between gasps. "But you must be used to a big cock."

"Why?"

"Well, Robert said that Charles must be pretty sizable. You know, from what he'd seen at the gym. And I . . ." she couldn't finish her sentence because a massive orgasm overtook her just then. 

When Emily finished shuddering, Patty pulled Wally out of her and looked at her pussy with interest. "Wow, you're really stretched out," she said, and then she surprised Emily by turning Wally toward her mouth and licking it. Then she took it into her mouth a moment, smiling at Emily's shocked expression. "I'm not a lesbian, you know," she said, teasing. "But I've often wondered what another woman's pussy tastes like."

"Scientific curiosity," Emily said. 

"Exactly. Of course, there's oil on this thing, so it's hard to tell."

"Well, if you want to, you can . . ." No, don't say that, Emily thought. That's stupid. No it wasn't, not really. "You can get a first hand taste if you would like," she finished. 

Patty sat on the coffee table, opening her legs so that Emily had a clear view of the delicate folds of her labia that glistened with moisture. Patty moved the dildo down to her pussy, putting one foot up on the table to open herself up wider. 

"I appreciate the offer, but it's not fair if I can't return the favor," she said, struggling to the head of the dildo inside. "I mean, since we're not lesbians, and all, it might seem awkward."

"I don't think I'd mind." Emily sat up. "Here, let me help." She scooted around to take Wally from Patty's hand. "Okay, now, open up."

Patty used both hands to spread her pussy, exposing the well lubricated pink interior and releasing a warm, feminine scent and made Emily tingle all over as she moved the cock up to the entrance of the hot tunnel. Moving it up and down slowly, she inched it inside, marveling at the sight of Patty's cunt accepting the big member. 

"Oh, shit," Patty gasped. "That's a fat one."

"Oh, yes, he is. Am I hurting you?"

"No, no." Patty leaned her head back, sighing, moaning, and then shuddering as a small orgasm overcame her. "God, yeah, now fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me hard." She lay flat on the table as Emily began to thrust the dildo into her as hard and fast as she could. "Shit yeah! Oh, damn, yeah!" Patty nearly kicked Emily in the face when she came this time and lay gasping to catch her breath. 

Emily took Wally out of Patty's pussy and licked it quickly, hoping the other woman wouldn't see. Salty, musky, not at all bad. And then she looked at the opening that had just held her beloved Wally. It was a stretched, dark tunnel that was just beginning to close again. She felt a sudden urge to touch it and she leaned closer and placed her hand on one of Patty's thighs, her face inches away from the hot, wet cunt. 

Just then, Patty reached down with both hands and grasped Emily's head, pulling her forward. "Lick me," she said. "Taste my pussy. Eat my cunt."

"No, I, can't," Emily said, resisting at first. 

"Finger me and lick my hard clit," Patty said. "Let me fuck your face, Emily. Make me cum again, okay? Just to see what it's like. And then I'll do you. Make me scream like your bitch, suck my clit, and I'll do you so hard you'll think you died and went to heaven."

"Well, if you put it that way . . ." Emily laughed. She allowed her neighbor to pull her face up against her groin and let the taste and smell of the other woman overcome all of her doubts. All she wanted to do now was experience all of the taboo activities that she could in one short day.

#

When the grease trap in the High School cafeteria caught fire it gave the student body an unexpected vacation day, and Elaine Porter accepted the news by jamming her books into her locker and running from the school before anyone might change their minds. She walked home with a couple friends, who dropped off at their houses along the way, until she arrived at her own home shortly after eleven in the morning. She had no idea what she would do, but at least it didn't involve school. 

It was odd that the side door was open when she got there, and she almost called out when she entered but didn't. It probably wasn't a burglar, but there was no sense in alerting him if it were. No, her mother was probably in the back yard. That's all. 

"Oh, Jesus, yes, eat me." That was her mother's voice. Was Dad home, too? Elaine blushed at the thought of what she might have interrupted.

Elaine tiptoed through the kitchen and down the hall until she could peek into the living room. What she saw past the frame of the door shocked her but she kept her silence despite her surprise. Her mother was sitting bare-naked on the padded arm chair, her legs spread up over the arms, while another woman knelt between her legs going to town on her pussy. Thank God her mom's eyes were closed, because she'd have been looking right at Elaine just then. 

Elaine ducked back out of sight again, but not before she caught sight of something she hadn't ever expected to see in her house. There was a huge dildo lying on the dining room table! Holy shit, it was big. 

Elaine was not a sneaky girl by nature. She was honest, straightforward, and friendly, but she was also a very horny girl. She'd lost her virginity eight months ago, but the relationship didn't last long enough to supply a continuing release for her hormones. After six months without sex, she was ready for anything. Lately, she'd even started thinking of girls as a possibility. Seeing her mother in that position seemed to flip a switch in her mind, and she wanted to preserve the image. Fortunately, she knew just how to do it.

She moved silently back to the kitchen and took the family's digital camera out of the utility drawer where they kept it handy. There was plenty of power and space on the flash card, so she sneaked back toward the living room while switching the camera over to video mode. From there, it was simple to turn it on and hold it just far enough past the door frame to capture about 30 seconds of the action. 

She didn't dare film any more of the debauchery taking place in her living room just then. Catching them in the act was one thing, but getting caught filming it was something entirely different. She had to get out so they wouldn't know she'd seen them. It wasn't her business, after all, because she didn't consider some woman going down on her mom to be the same as cheating on Dad. No, it was just a lesbian nooner, and that concept made her wet as hell.

Elaine turned off the camera and put it down on the hall table and hurried from the house grinning. She spent half an hour on a long walk around the neighborhood before returning. This time, when she entered, she called out, "I'm home! Hey, who left the door open?" She opened the refrigerator and took out an apple. "Mom!" She could hear furtive rustling and footsteps and then the telltale squeaking of the steps leading upstairs. And then Patty Trent came into the kitchen. 

"Hi, Kiddo," her neighbor said, acting like there was nothing weird going on. "Your mom and I were just about to go downtown. She's changing. What happened, did you flunk out?"

"No, kitchen fire," Elaine said. Mrs. Trent? Wow. "Free day while they clean up.

"Cool," Patty Trent said, somewhat breathlessly.

"A fire? Was anyone hurt?" Her mother's face was flushed as she hurried into the kitchen, brushing her hair. She was definitely breathing hard.

"No." Elaine bit into the apple-symbolically, she felt. "Just a bunch of smoke. I figure I'll just hang out and do nothing for the day."

"Sounds like fun."

"Should we go shopping now?" Patty asked Emily.

"Yeah." Emily patted Elaine's freckled cheek, smiling. "Did you want to come along?"

"What? Shopping? No thanks, Mom. You guys have fun."

"Okay then, I'll be back in a couple hours," her mother said, clearly relieved to have been turned down. She snatched her purse up from the counter and left the house with her neighbor. 

Elaine watched them drive away in her mom's car, and then she snatched up the camera from the hall table and hurried upstairs and into her parent's bedroom. She wasn't a snoop, and hated to invade anyone's space, but somewhere in this room there was a dildo that looked to be about the size of a baseball bat and she just had to see it. 

See it? No, use it. Use it right now.

She found it in the bottom right drawer of her parents dresser wrapped in a soft towel and still damp from washing. She memorized the placement in the drawer and then took it and a bottle of oil lying beside it into her bedroom. 

This was going to be a great day after all.

#

"So, where do we go for two hours or so?" Emily asked as she drove them down the road. 

"I don't know. Shopping is kind of lame, but it's still the best excuse for my being there I could think of." Patty said. "Especially since I was alone while you changed. Wait, I know where to go shopping. Take a right on Flint and keep going. It's on the left."

"What is?"

"Fantasy Gifts. Our local sex store," Patty said with an impish grin. "Probably where your husband bought that horse cock of yours."

"We can't be seen in . . ."

"There's nobody you know in there. Trust me." Patty settled back in the passenger seat. "Oh, and about Charlie's cock. It is that long, you bet, but not hardly that fat. 

"Lucky you," Elaine said. 

"Don't tell me that Robert's dick isn't big enough for you," Patty scoffed. "I know you're not that shallow."

"No, I love Robert's dick. I guess I was mostly making conversation," Emily admitted. "I mean, doesn't he hurt you with a cock that long? Robert goes all the way to the end of me."

"You adjust over time. When we first got married it used to feel like he was going to rip right through me but he figured out how deep to go and adjusted," Patty said. Then she added with an evil grin, "Of course, sometimes he just plows away cause I want him to hurt me."

"You want pain?"

"Sometimes, especially when I'm tied to the bed, we play a game where I don't have any choice. He's going to fuck me where ever and how ever he wants to until he's all done. I'll admit that I'm sore in the morning, but God how I cum when we play that game."

Emily's pussy was getting wet again, and the idea of being tied to the bed and forced to do a man's bidding seemed erotically alluring. She could almost visualize herself in that position with Robert forcing himself on her, spanking her, and pushing things into her. And she could imagine him doing it while Patty watched. Patty and Charles.

Patty, seeing her neighbor's face grow reflective as she licked her lips, decided to continue in more graphic detail. "After the kids are asleep on Friday night, Charlie will leave the house. We pretend that he's going out on the town with the boys or something. I go have a nice shower and then go into the bedroom and dry my hair, or something. You know, basically prancing around naked while he's outside the window watching. If he doesn't come in right away, I'll lay on the bed and play with myself."

"So you put on a show?" Emily tried to keep her breathing at a normal rate, but it was hard. "Does he jerk off outside or something?" God it would be amazing to know some man was jerking off just looking at her.

"No, silly, he breaks in and ties me up with our bondage cuffs and does this whole crazy rapist thing. You know, saying how he'll hurt me if I don't obey and all that. Of course, I fight, but he's way too strong for me. Boy, I get fucked big time those nights. Pussy, ass, mouth, tits, feet, anywhere he can rub his dick. I just close my eyes and pretend I've never met him before." Patty sighed, the memory getting her hot, too. "Of course, we don't play that game every Friday. Sometimes we just fuck."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 01



"Wow."

"And you know something? I'll tell you a secret. Most times when we're fucking, I imagine that there really is someone outside the window watching. Boy, do I get off on that."

"I bet you do. Hell, I nearly got off now just hearing about it," Emily admitted. She saw the store in a strip mall ahead and turned into the parking lot before it. "Okay, I wasn't sure about this trip before, but you've got me ready now. Lets go get us some toys."

#

Danny finished his test at twelve-thirty and stopped by a Burger King on his way home. He watched the other customers as he ate, wondering the women were like in the sack. This time of day it was young mothers or old ladies, but he was willing to contemplate all of them just then. They were all mothers, weren't they? He wondered how they compared to his mom. 

Since seeing her parents last night, he'd been unable to get the idea of fucking his mother out of his head. It wasn't that he wanted to fuck her-not really-just that he could imagine fucking her now that he'd seen her naked and in action. The whole thing made him feel creepy and weird even while it stiffened his dick. He finished his burger and left the restaurant with no real plan in mind, and arrived home shortly before one. 

The car was gone. Good, he could relax. Danny stripped off his shirt as he climbed the stairs and entered his room unzipping his pants. After dropping them on the floor, he walked to his parent's bedroom trying to think of a way to record them. It shouldn't be too hard since the family digital camera was small enough to hide. But where? 

No, it wouldn't work. He'd have to be able to turn the camera on somehow. Damn.

It was amazing how dirty thoughts multiplied once they got started, wasn't it? A week ago, he was content with Internet porn. Now? Well, now he guessed he needed to watch his parents fuck to have some real fun.

He stood there in the middle of their bedroom stroking his stiffening cock and wondering if they ever made their own porn. No. No way. Still, where would they hide it if they did?

A gasping sound from outside the room surprised him just then. He turned, still holding his dick and moved silently into the hall. Another gasp, and a groan. And someone whispered in a strained voice, "Fucking Jesus, how can anybody fit this thing?" It was his sister's voice. 

He didn't bother wondering why she was at home, only what she was doing. Her bedroom door was closed, but he didn't imagine that she closed the door of their shared bathroom. She never did. 

He hurried through his room and into the bathroom and peered through the half open door into his sister's room. Holy shit.

Elaine was naked on top her bed and trying to force a huge dildo into her young pussy. The sight of her lying there struggling, with her frizzly red hair strewn over her pillow and her freckled body quivering with effort, made Danny hard instantly. He hadn't seen her naked since they were children playing doctor, and he'd never really thought about her sexually, but Jesus, he could fuck that hot bitch, sister or not. 

In lieu of that, he decided to get video, and was about to go down to get the camera when he noticed that the camera was sitting on the edge of his sister's desk just inside the door to the bathroom. Danny crouched down low and reached carefully in to take the camera from her dresser and then move back with it. Good, it was already set on video. 

He didn't pause to wonder why the camera was in his sister's room or why it was set on video, he just raised the camera and started taping. Then he looked around for a place to rest the camera so he could get out of sight and let it run. The hamper, yes the hamper was just inside the door and slightly higher than bed level. He put the camera down on the hamper and stood back out of sight to think. His dick was hard as a rock and he wanted to cum as soon as possible, but he began having other thoughts. His sister. 

She screamed in the other room, this time in pain, and Danny hurried in without thinking.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worried. "What are, Jesus, El, you could hurt yourself with that thing."

"What are you doing here?" Elaine screamed, fumbling one hand for bedding that was out of reach. She held onto the dildo, which she had managed to get into herself about an inch. It was apparent that she was conflicted between modesty and a desire not to lose what headway she'd already made. "Get out."

"I thought you were in pain." He stood staring at her. Pubic hair just a shade darker than her hair, freckles everywhere, tits that were a perfect handful. But that dildo had to be hurting her. The sight of her kept him about half erect.

"I was," Elaine admitted. She was humiliated, or, more correctly, thought she should be humiliated. Strangely enough, she wasn't. She was pissed, but not humiliated. "Get out," she said, not expecting him to comply.

"We've seen each other naked before," he answered, lamely, he thought.

"When we were kids! Shit!"

"Where'd you get that thing?" No, he wasn't planning to go anywhere

"It's Mom's, now go away." Actually, his presence didn't bother her at all right now. His staring at her like that confirmed her nature as a sexual being, and she didn't much mind that the witness was her brother. 

The knowledge that it was his mother's dildo brought Danny's cock back to full attention again, and Elaine noticed that right away. 

"Oh, it looks like you don't want to go away," she said then. "Maybe you want to watch."

"What? No, I don't." He smiled. There was no sense lying to her. "Well, yeah."

"Like you were watching mom and dad last night," she said, grinning evilly. "Is that what you want?"

"You saw me?"

"Saw you cum a gallon or so while you watched mom and dad get it on. So, do you want to watch now?"

"Yeah, okay. Well, I'd sure like to see if you can get that huge thing into your pussy, that's for sure."

"So would I," Elaine admitted, laughing, "But I've got it started now, so maybe I can." She pushed it in another two inches, gritting her teeth. "Jesus, that hurts."

"Well, don't do it then," her brother said, feeling genuine concern for her. "Mom's had kids, Elaine. She's got more stretch than you do."

"Yeah, and it's sure not going to fit," she said. Finally, she the dildo fall to the bed, saying, "Mom must have something smaller I could use, but I don't really have time to look. She'll be back soon."

"God you're pretty," Danny said then, watching his sister's pussy shrink back into shape. He blushed, suddenly aware of what he'd said.

Elaine blushed, too, filling in the spaces between her freckles with a new shade of red. "Shut up." She sat up, supporting herself on her elbows. "Show me your cock."

"What?"

"You heard me. Whip it out, big boy." She spread her legs and began massaging her pussy. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine. Just like when we were little kids. Maybe I'll just rub my little clitty and watch you stroke your wee-wee and then I won't need mom's dildo." 

Danny dropped his shorts and released his cock. "Yeah," he said. "Just like when we were little kids. Do I get to give you a complete physical?" 

"As if. When little kids do it they call it experimenting. If we did it now they'd call it something else," Elaine said, and the word they would call it excited her. She couldn't imagine actually "doing it" but they wouldn't break any rules by watching, would they?

Then as she massaged herself, he began stroking his cock. He stood beside the bed while she sat on it, each watching the other as they brought themselves to orgasm. 

"Don't get it on my bed," Elaine said, when Danny began breathing faster and stroking with greater urgency. "Cum on the, well, I don't know. Cum on me, I guess."

"What?"

"I dare you," she teased. 

He wasn't about to turn that suggestion down and stepped closer, just in time land a big spurt of cum on her left breast, dribbling more shots down her belly. And the hot contact of his cum took her orgasm over the edge and she fell back clutching her pussy with two fingers inside and her whole body shivering. 

"Holy shit," Danny said, picking up his underwear and walking to the bathroom. He dropped his shorts on top of the camera. "That was a whole lot different than when we were kids."

"Yeah, a whole lot different. It sure didn't involve a monster dildo back then." Elaine touched her finger to the cum on her chest and tasted it quickly while he wasn't watching, and then she snatched up the dildo and flew to her feet, saying, "Wow, I'd better wash this monster off and get it back in Mom's room before she gets home."

Danny hopped back out of her way as she brought the dildo in to wash it and watched her. Her slim buttocks quivered from her exertion, her tight little breasts jiggled, and wondered why he'd never seen this about her before. All he'd ever seen was freckles.

CHAPTER THREE, Digital Dreams

Emily and Patty returned home at two after having bought a fat dildo for Patty and some tasty lubricating oils for marital use. They also bought a strap on harness that came with a nice, fat cock-that was for both of them. Of course, they weren't lesbians, but, as long as they'd gone this far there didn't seem to be much point in stopping.

Danny and Elaine were in the living room when Emily came inside. Danny was playing a video game and Elaine was on the couch beside him reading a book, and she hurried up to put her items away after a hurried greeting. 

"That was Mom's dildo?" Danny asked after their mother had gone upstairs.

Elaine nodded, grinning, but she wasn't about to tell him how she'd found out. She would leave that for another time. For now, she would let him enjoy his thoughts.

#

Robert arrived home from the bank at five, and the family settled in to enjoy "leftover night" at the Porter house. When bedtime rolled around, the Porters all toddled off to bed with little fanfare and settled in to sleep. 

It was the slight squeaking noise coming from their parents room that alerted the kids and brought them both sneaking out of their rooms in their pajamas. When Danny got to the door, Elaine was already there, but the door was closed.

"Damn," she whispered to her brother. "It's closed."

"Quiet," he said, leaning one hand against the door frame level with the knob. "Doesn't take much to pop it open as long as it's not locked," he whispered. Pressing one finger against the knob, he pushed it slowly away from the frame and was rewarded by a very small click as the door swung in about five inches and stopped. 

Tonight didn't prove to be much of a show compared with the last night, but it wasn't bad, and the kids both enjoyed the sight of their mother sucking their father's penis greedily as he sought to fit his whole hand into her pussy while licking her clit. Finally, Mom leaned against the edge of the bed and let Dad drill her from behind until he pulled out and jerked off on her backside. 

The kids hurried back to their rooms then, Danny following Elaine into hers until she stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Go jerk off in your own room," she said. "I'm not giving any more free shows."

"Aw, gee," he teased. "Don't want to see my free show?"

"Nope," she whispered in return. Then, just to keep him on edge, she reached out and grasped his hard cock through his pajamas, tugging once. "Go now. Have fun," she said, entering her room and locking the door. Danny went to his room grinning, his little sister always knew how to get his goat.

Once inside her room, Elaine turned on her computer and brought the video of her mother and Mrs. Trent up on the screen. It was a little grainy but not bad, and she loved how her mom's tits jiggled when Patty Trent moved on her. She wondered if her father knew about this activity. Some marriages were like that, weren't they?

Elaine sat on the edge of her desk chair watching the video and rubbing herself to climax. "Having a paw," is what her mother called it once, which seemed rather dumb. As she came she wondered if there was a way to get video of her parents, too. 

Oh, yes, she had to erase the video from the camera. But the camera was gone! She felt certain that she had left it on her desk. Did Danny take it? No, he didn't have anything but his cock in his hand when he left. So where did she put it? Well, it didn't really matter right now, did it? She had to get some sleep before school, so she would figure out where she put it tomorrow.

#

Danny had gone to his bedroom with the same idea as his sister, except that the video was one of the two of them and he hadn't downloaded it on his computer yet. He'd been too well satisfied earlier to care about the video. Trying to ignore his raging hard-on, he connected the camera and scrolled through the files to the most recent one. 

That was odd. There were two videos on the camera. One was a very small file and the other was huge-his, he guessed. He downloaded both videos without looking at them and then erased the last one. 

"Okay, Mr. Johnson," he whispered to his cock. "Let's make this the perfect end to a pretty damn good day."

He selected both videos and hit Enter. A couple seconds later, the first video came up. 

What the Fuck!!

His mom was sitting on a chair and Mrs. Trent was eating her out! His dick felt like it would burst. Mom had her eyes closed, legs over the arms of the chair, and her hands up gripping the back of the chair as though she was afraid she might fly off! His mom! Mrs. Trent!

Was it Mrs. Trent? Oh, yes, he recognized that bubble-butt from her morning housecleaning. Damn, it was too bad he couldn't see her tits from this angle. He did see the dildo on the table, however, and knew then how Elaine had found out about it. 

The video didn't last long enough by a long shot, and gave way to the wobbly beginning of his video before the camera came to rest on the hamper and concentrated on his sister's supine profile as she worked to fit the monster cock inside. He went back to the first video, expanding it to fill the screen, and then began stroking his cock in earnest. 

Damn, that was good. His mom was hot as hell, and he sure could like to play with Mrs. Trent's great ass! But that video was too short and he knew the video he really wanted to be watching when he came. He went back to the video of he and his sister and forwarded it nearly to the end. Okay, right there, not let her rip. Danny pumped his cock with youthful abandon, racing his on screen figure to cum. He sprayed his goo onto a folded towel just a split second after his recorded jism hit his sister's chest. 

Yes, the perfect end to the day.

CHAPTER FOUR, Spies in the House of Love

Robert headed off to the bank at early, about seven-twenty a.m., and Elaine rode the bus to school at seven-thirty. Danny didn't have class until eleven today, since yesterday's final had ended the semester for his first hour class, so he was the last to leave. Today was the final for Digital Law, and he'd be done by one o'clock. He put the camera back on Elaine's desk before going downstairs at ten-thirty to eat a bagel and then head out.

"So, what's up today, kiddo?" his mother asked as he pushed the lever to drop the sliced bagel down into the toaster. "More tests?"

"Yeah, Digital Law," he said, taking cream cheese out of the fridge. "Then I'm done. I'm going down to the Computer Café to see about that job afterwards."

"Oh," Emily said, trying to sound non committal. "How long will you be?"

Danny turned toward the toaster to conceal his smile. "I don't know. Probably be back about the same time as Elaine. No later than four, I guess. Why?"

"I don't know. Just planning supper," Emily said, but her heart had already begun racing as she calculated the open hours until then. She may not be a lesbian, but it was very quickly coming to look like she was bisexual. 

"Oh, well, I guess by four. Plenty of time until supper," Danny said. 

"Good."

The mother and son sat at the table for a moment. She sat with her coffee and he with a bagel and milk, each letting their thoughts wander where they wanted to go. Emily was doing her thinking with her eyes focused slightly off in the distance, while her son's eyes were firmly focused on her. Finally, Danny couldn't take any more. His dick was getting hard so he had to get away before it got obvious. 

"Gotta go," he said, hurrying to stand and turn away toward the sink. He finished the milk and snatched up his car keys as he stuffed the last of his bagel into his mouth. "See you later," he said, though his words weren't really understandable around the food he was chewing. 

"Bye," Emily said, startled from her reverie. She smiled as the door closed behind him.

It was ten forty-five when Emily called Patty on the phone. 

"I'm all alone," Patty said, her voice a soft purr. "Just doing some housework. Come on over."

Emily hung up the phone and hurried across the driveways separating their houses at the end of the cul-de-sac. 

Directly across from the Trent house on the looping street, Jennifer Peterson was sitting in her living room enjoying a cup of tea. She saw Emily run between the houses and smiled as she saw her enter Patty's house without knocking. Good, Patty had found someone to play with. 

Jennifer was a robust woman of 52 years with pendulous breasts, an ample but not unbecoming backside, and, what she derisively called "thunder thighs." Her stomach was flat, though, the one visible sign that she did actually watch her calories and exercise regularly. She didn't suppose she could do anything about her thighs at this stage of the game, besides, her husband, Daryl, liked them. And he liked her ass, too-liked burying his dick in it. 

Of course, Daryl also liked watching Patty Trent do housework, too. They both liked that. Often, the two of them would stand in their dark front room and watch. That was in the winter, of course. In the summer, the sun hit the Trent's front window too early to see inside. 

Over the course of time, they had decided that she just liked the thrill thinking of how she might get caught. They never saw her masturbating, or anything beyond vacuuming or dusting, after all. Last winter, she'd upped the ante, however. Jennifer saw her leave her house naked one afternoon in December and go into her garage. A moment later the car started running but didn't go anywhere. She was in the car for about twenty minutes and then hurried back inside, breasts bouncing as she ran carefully across the frozen driveway. 

She'd done that a few times. Once, she'd even driven the car out onto the street, circled the ornamental stone garden in the center of the loop and returned to her garage. She didn't back the van in, however, so Jennifer figured that her husband did that for her. She supposed that meant he was in on her little thrill. 

It was very nice to know things about your neighbors. And, now, after she'd seen Emily Porter join Patty in her vehicle, she knew something about the Porter's too. What she wanted to know now was how she might get herself invited into their group. 

Oh, well, something would come up.

#

Elaine Porter spent her study hall staring out the window alternating her thoughts between her brother's hard cock, her father's hard cock, and her mother's impossibly fat dildo. Her pussy was wet and tingling and she had no desire to stay for any more classes. The year was nearly done, and all they did was continually review for finals. 

"Hey, El, what's up?" Cathy Burton plopped down in a chair beside her at the long table and leaned in close. "Looks like you're thinking of getting laid."

"What?" Then Elaine grinned. "Yeah, exactly. Wanting to get laid."

Cathy Burton's grandparents lived on Elaine's street, and the two of them had played together often when her parents would come to visit or she and her brother, Carter, were dropped off while their parents went off to do something.




Neighborly Relations Pt. 02



This is the second part of a story that began with "NEIGHBORLY RELATIONS 01: The Porter" in the Erotic Couplings section.  There will be more to follow.

PART TWO: THE SEX PARTY

CHAPTER ONE, Kindred Spirits

Jennifer was a robust woman of 52 years with pendulous breasts, an ample but not unbecoming backside. Her stomach was flat, though, the one visible sign that she did actually watch her calories and exercise regularly. She didn't suppose she could do anything about her thighs at this stage of the game, besides, her husband, Daryl, liked them. And he liked her ass, too-liked burying his dick in it. 

All in all, Jennifer felt that her life was pretty darn good. The house was paid for and her two children, Brenda and Bill, were both married and finding their own way to fulfillment. Jennifer and Daryl still had sex at least twice a week, and the sex was always good. Very good, in fact, since she and Daryl finally faced reality about aging and he started taking his "boner pills." It had seemed for a time that erectile dysfunction was going to end their fun, but Viagra got them back in the game. 

Still, she could remember a time when they had more. She remembered times when they had more than they could handle, for that matter, and that was bothering her now. She wondered if she was getting too old to ever have that much again.

The Petersons lived on a cul-de-sac that had been developed in the Eighties. They had been one of the first to move onto the street, along with their best friends, the Taylors. The Peterson and Taylor families fit together like hand and glove. They shared common interests in movies, food, books-you name it-and their children were the same ages. In fact, Jennifer's son, Bill had married Gina, the Taylor daughter. Life was perfect for them then.

One reason it was perfect was the sex. It was a rather complicated thing at first. Daryl had dated Carla Taylor in high school, before she went to college and married Bob Taylor. Later, after Daryl had already started work at the car dealership, Bob Taylor and his new bride moved to town and he applied for a job as a salesman. Daryl didn't know who his wife was when they started working together, but the two men hit it off right away. When the couples got together for a baseball game one evening, Daryl was shocked to see his old flame. Carla had known, of course, since Daryl's name hadn't changed in marriage, and she'd told her husband, who thought it was a pretty good joke of fate. 

The two couples got along fine and spent most weekends together, and when it came time to start families, they moved onto nearly identical Colonial houses next door to each other. Then, one night, something happened that might have ruined everything. Carla Taylor drank to excess at the Peterson's home one night. They were playing pinochle late into the night and drinking wine, but apparently she'd had a bit of something before coming over and so was ahead of the pack. 

"We should play strip pinochle," Carla said, after they (she was teamed up with Daryl) won another hand. "We'd beat the pants off of you guys."

"Probably would," Jennifer said, laughing. "That would be one heck of a game."

"Yeah, so let's do it." 

Carla was smiling, so it might have been a joke, but he tone was serious and her husband's face bore a look of embarrassment that was unmistakable. 

"What?" Jennifer said, looking at her husband, who stared blankly back at her. 

"Strip pinochle," Carla said. "When a team loses a hand they take off an article of clothing. Then, when one team is completely naked, they play for dares."

"Carla, come on, quit teasing," Bob said, urgently. 

"What do you mean? You thought it was a cool idea last night." Carla's eyes bore a malicious glint as she looked at her husband.

"But that was when we, when, oh come here," Bob said, standing and walking toward the kitchen. "Give us a minute, okay guys?"

"Sure," Daryl said, watching the couple hurry into the kitchen to confer. 

"What's with her?" Jennifer asked her husband quietly. "Is she serious?"

"I bet she is." He looked a bit glum then, as though he expected to be in some kind of trouble soon and didn't know how to avoid it. "She was, well, she always liked to fuck," he said then. "And show herself off. You know, work ways to accidentally expose herself."

"So she means it about strip pinochle."

"Yes, knowing her, I think she is. We didn't break up because we went to different colleges. We broke up because I wanted to spend my life raising a family and she wanted to spend hers fucking. Her words, not mine. I don't know how Bob is going to keep her on the reservation."

Jennifer looked toward the kitchen door, thinking. Strip pinochle? She felt a twinge in her crotch at the thought of such a thing. Stripping naked would be all right, but what did she mean about the dares?

"What do you think, dear?" Jennifer said. Her heart had begun beating so loudly that she was afraid it was drowning out her words. 

"About what?"

"Do you want to play?"

Daryl looked at her in total shock. "You want to play? I mean, stripping naked an all?"

"I'm game if you are," Jennifer said. "Though I don't know what she means about dares."

"They're bound to be sexual," he said. And then he actually blushed slightly. "The dares would most likely lead to the losing team screwing while the other one watches."

Jennifer's pussy was suddenly very moist. That was what she'd thought (hoped) the dare would be. Suddenly, she wanted very much to win the pinochle game so she could watch her husband fuck another woman. She wanted that more than anything else in the world just then.

"So, do you want to play?"

Daryl paused, measuring possibilities, and then he smiled. "We are all friends, I guess. What's a little sex among friends?"

Jennifer leaned closer to Daryl then, saying, "God, I'm so horny right now. I want to beat the pants off you guys."

"Hey, I was hoping to see you and Bob," he complained, playfully. 

"No, I think Bob's been playing sloppy on purpose," she said. "I have a feeling we'll beat you."

Just then, Carla and Bob returned to the room. "I guess we'd better go," Bob said, blankly. "I mean, the evening kind of hit a bump there, didn't it?"

"I'm sorry," Carla said, though she looked more eager than sorry. 

"Sit down," Jennifer said then. "Let's play cards."

"What?" Bob asked.

"Well, Carla thinks it's a good idea, and apparently you told her it would be cool when you were in bed together last night."

"But I didn't . . ."

"Come on, it'll be fun. But you're going to have to explain to me about the dares."

The dares ended up being exactly what Daryl had foreseen, and the result of the game was just as Jennifer expected. Carla suddenly started playing like shit and Bob became a master. Eventually, Carla and Daryl were sitting opposite each other without a stitch of clothing on, and the team of Bob and Jennifer was in underpants and stockings. 

"Alright, let's play another hand," Bob said. "But, of course, we lose a sock but what are you guys betting?"

"That's up to you," Carla said. "I'd suggest that you take turns thinking up a dare for us on each hand. Of course, if we win, we start putting clothing back on."

"Right. Jennifer, what would you have them bet?" Bob asked. 

"I don't know," she shrugged, though she did know quite well what she wanted. "I think they should both masturbate for us. One minute."

"Oh, easy bet," Carla scoffed, and Daryl looked at his wife with horny admiration. "You're on."

It ended with Daryl and Carla screwing in the center of the living room rug while Bob and Jennifer sat on the couch in their underwear watching. "Do you want to . . . you know?" Bob asked her, only briefly taking his eyes off of the action. 

"Oh, yes, very much so, but we won, didn't we? We don't do any dares." she said. "And, to tell the truth, I'm really enjoying the show."

"Okay, well, me too." Bob placed his hand on his cock, which was trying to rip through the fabric of his briefs. "Would you mind if I, uh, helped myself out?"

"Go right ahead," Jennifer said. "I was about to ask the same thing. Oh, nice cock," she said when he'd pulled his briefs down to release it. "Next time we play, you should try to lose. I mean, if you dare."

Bob laughed, stroking himself, and they settled down to watch the show.

That had been 1983. Over the years they played pinochle, poker, naked twister, strip darts, and Trivial Pursuit and blowjob roulette. They exchanged mates for entire nights and soon were joined by another couple that moved onto the street. Their little suburban loop was a very sexy place. 

All good things end, however. Bob Taylor died in a car accident in 1997 and Carla moved away. The other couple took early retirement and moved south. New people moved in and life moved on. 

Only Jennifer and Daryl Peterson and Ralph and Betty Burton remained of the original owners. Ralph and Betty were very nice people, but had never seemed like anyone who'd want to join in on the fun. 

No, Bob and Carla had been their kindred spirits, and it wasn't likely they'd find someone new at this stage of the game. 

CHAPTER TWO: Know Your Neighbors

Robert and Emily Porter lived in the Taylor's old house now. They were a very nice family, and good looking all around, but they seemed pretty straight laced. Next to them were the Trents, who were definitely not straight laced. Patty Trent liked to do her housework bare-naked with her drapes open and sometimes hurried outside without a stitch to sit in her car in the garage-masturbating, Jennifer supposed. She and Daryl liked to watch Patty and then go fuck like crazy. They wondered if the Trents might want to come over and play, but saw no indication that Charles Trent was in any way as kinky as his wife. No, they wouldn't risk the embarrassment since Daryl's dealership did too much business with the construction firm where Charles Trent worked. 

Next to the Trents lived the Mosswells. The family had only been in the house about three years now, with one son, Tillman, still living at home. The Mosswells were only the second African American family to live on the street, but whatever color, all the new people seemed pretty much the same to Jennifer. 

Next to the Mosswells lived a young couple who probably couldn't afford a house as large as that. John and Terry Carter, about thirty each, were very much in love and very much pregnant at the moment with two toddlers already in residence. The Carters were probably the family Jennifer knew best since she had taken up baby sitting their little ones, Kyle and Kristy on occasion. Terry was a very friendly lady, but prone to divulging too much information. "I'm still lactating from Kyle," she confided once, and now that I'm knocked up again the milk just flows like crazy." And, when Jennifer asked why she hadn't dried up since breastfeeding the four year-old, she confided, "Well, John won't leave my tits alone long enough to stop running. I swear to god it's the only milk he likes nowadays."

Jennifer was often tempted to ask if she could have a taste of Terry's miracle milk, but she'd wisely held her tongue. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

The Burtons lived on the other side of Jennifer's home, and they were never very friendly. Fine to say hi to, and never any trouble, but they kept to themselves. Beyond them lived Andy and Claudia Adams, a couple in their twenties with a two year old and another one on the way. 

Two lactating women, Jennifer thought to herself. Boy, we could open up a dairy.

She knew she should stop thinking like that because it made her too horny. Those couples were about thirty years younger that she and Daryl. They wouldn't want to fool around with a couple old folks, would they? 

Stop that! Jennifer may have put a few pounds on her thighs, and her tits were giving in to gravity, but her face was nearly unlined and her belly was firm and she could out fuck the best of them if given a chance. She just had to figure out a way to get that chance. 

CHAPTER THREE, The Good Deed

Terry Carter was worried. No, she was more than worried, but she wasn't sure what her feelings might be called. Her husband, John, had just called to tell her that their car was, in the words of the mechanic, "Not worth fixing any more." John told her that they sure would fix it and charge him over eight hundred dollars, if that's what he wanted, but that he'd be back spending the same amount soon. 

"I guess I'll be using the bus for awhile," John said, always trying to put a positive spin on things. 

"Oh, John, we can't . . ." But she cut herself off. Why be negative right now? Take a shot at seeing the bright side. "Yes, well, at least there is a bus. We'll start scouring the web for used cars."

"Yeah, we'll be just fine," he told her before hanging up.

Fine. Well, sure, sometime, but not right now. With the economy running so slow, and John only working a three-quarter schedule, about all they could was make their house payments. And, the truth be told, they could probably only keep that up for another month or two. Now she wished they hadn't moved here before they both had jobs. She'd had no luck in finding one, and John's job at the factory was well beneath his abilities. Still, at least he had a job.

What about now? They had one hundred and five dollars in the bank until payday a week from then and two young children to feed. And, of course, her prenatal care wasn't cheap either. What on earth were they going to do?

"Knock, knock!" Jenny Peterson called out as she pushed open the back screen door. "You decent?"

Terry smiled and pushed her sandy, shoulder length hair back from her face as she fought a bright expression onto it. "You bet," she said, shifting around on her chair to stand and greet her neighbor. She genuinely liked Jenny Peterson, and she hoped she'd be in as good shape as her in twenty years. The woman had the most amazing breasts, Terry thought, though she'd prefer a little less on the backside.

"You look worried," Jenny said. "Sit down, sit down. You shouldn't be standing all the time."

"I'm only in my sixth month," Terry said, laughing. "And I need my exercise, too, you know." 

"Okay, sit or stand, whatever. Where are the kids?" Jenny asked.

"Napping."

"Must be feeding time somewhere," the older woman pointed out. "You're leaking."

"Oh, damn," Terry exclaimed, standing again. "I've gotten so I barely notice any more, and I really can't afford to stain all of my clothing." She walked to the sink and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Running cold water, she closed the drain and dropped the blouse inside to soak. "Okay, one problem solved," she said, turning back toward Jenny.

Jennifer was transfixed by her heavy breasts in the maternity bra Terry was wearing. They were pendulous, full of milk, and they looked so soft and warm suspended over the swelling of Terry's pregnant belly. Jenny couldn't help but lick her lips as she looked at the wet stains on the cups of the bra. 

And Terry couldn't help but notice the look in her eyes, either. "So, what were you saying?" she said.

"Oh, yes, I was wondering what was wrong," Jenny said, breaking her gaze away.

"Our car," Terry admitted. "It's shot. Of course, we'll have to fix it I suppose, no matter what. We can't . . ." 

"Your car? Oh, goodness, that's nothing to be so worried about." Jenny was all smiles then. "It's down at our shop, you know. I spoke to Daryl on the phone a bit a go and he mentioned how the car isn't safe at all, and he hopes you don't fix it. That's what I came over to tell you."

"Well, we sure can't afford a new one," Terry said. "Or even a good used one."

"Well, Daryl and I were thinking that you could use a loaner from the dealership in the interim," Jenny said. "If you don't mind driving around advertising Westside Motors, that is."

"No, we couldn't." Terry shifted the straps of her bra a bit, trying to find a comfortable way to keep it supporting her breasts. No, they were too full of milk to be comfortable. "I mean, the interim could be a year. More, even."

"So you drive it for a year. Big deal. We can't have you taking the little ones around in a dangerous car, can we?"

"No, but . . ."

"Okay, then, we'll be by this evening with the car." Jenny stood then, beaming. "If you don't mind my saying, dear, you'd better milk those things. It's gotta hurt."

"Yes." Terry lifted both breasts slightly, which reduced a bit of the pain. "But my breast pump is broken. Hell, everything we have is broken, I think."

"Well, since you don't want to start the four year old breast feeding again, and your husband isn't here to suckle, you're just going to have to milk them yourself. Even a little bit would help," Jenny said, her eyes fixed on Terry's chest.

"Oh, my goodness, did I really tell you about John?"

"Oh, yes, don't you remember?" Jenny tried to keep her eyes on Terry's eyes but did a poor job of it. "Just off hand when we were talking."

"Sometimes I chatter a bit more than I should."

"No worry. I don't think there's a man alive who would turn down a taste of mother's milk. At least one suck or two, anyway. I know Daryl wouldn't, that's for sure." Jenny opened the back door again. "I'd suggest sitting in a nice hot bath and having a little rub while milking. That always got me off like a bang. Bye now. Be back later with the keys."

"Bye, bye." Terry watched the door close thinking that if she had invited Jenny to suck at her breasts, the older woman would have taken her up on it in a heartbeat. It was weird, too, that she didn't feel the least bit repulsed by that notion.

#

"I think they liked the car," Jenny told her husband later. She was just beginning to suck his cock back to life after he'd emptied himself into her pussy. They'd taken Jenny's car over instead of a loaner. And it was nearly midnight now, playtime for the Petersons. "Shocked the hell out of them that it wasn't the loaner car."

"Well, I hadn't thought of the insurance costs when I suggested a loaner," her husband said. 

Daryl was still an imposing man at 54 years, with a broad shouldered physique and not too much pot belly, it was his full hair of silver hair that made him stand out in a crowd. Of course, Jenny thought his eight inch cock was his best attribute and felt that it was too bad that more women out there weren't acquainted with it. 

"You're right, though, dear," she said, looking up into his eyes and stroking his hard cock slowly. "I can drive any car on the lot if I need to. Selling them my car for a dollar a month was a great idea."

"I'm glad they didn't argue too much about it," Daryl said. "It's so embarrassing."

"No parent is going to endanger their children, even if it means swallowing some of their pride," Jenny said, pushing his legs apart to lift his scrotum to her mouth. 

"You're going to be swallowing my pride in a moment," he laughed. "You're right about Terry. God, I'd love a taste of her milk. Do you think they noticed my interest?"

"Oh, gee, not at all, dear." Jenny trailed her tongue up his shaft to the head of his cock and licked it like a lollypop. "Your hard-on only just stayed in your pants and I think you actually made eye contact a couple times." She laughed, teasing him. "Very discreet."

"Good," he laughed. "Now climb on board for awhile and give yourself a thrill before I paint your tonsils with my love juice."

"Oh, you silver tongued devil, you."

#

"That's an awfully nice car, you know." John Carter sat on the edge of the bed in his shorts looking at his wife as she lay naked on the rumpled bed. He was still worried, but now it was about having a car rather than not having one. "Those guys are very sweet, but I sure hate to accept charity."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 02



"He sold you the car, silly. A dollar a month." Terry smiled, moving her legs apart as she tried to entice her husband. She could tell by the status of his cock in his shorts that he was interested, but his attention was diverted by their plight. 

"A joke a month. How can we hold our heads up if everyone know we're a charity case?"

"Hey, I'm sorry I talked you into buying this house, okay?" Terry said, resignedly. "I really am."

"Oh, honey, I didn't mean to imply anything." He turned to her now, feeling horrible that he might have made her feel badly in any way. It wasn't her fault they'd signed on for too large a mortgage. They did it together. 

"God, you're sexy," he said, lowering his head to admire the glistening slit of her labia beneath the rising mound of her pregnant belly and her large breasts beyond. That sight was the landscape of his desire. "I want to eat you up," he said. "And drink you down."

"Come and get it," she cooed. 

"Are you feeling up to it?"

"No, I'm laying here spreading my legs because I want you to lay off. Get up her and get to work, mister."

John complied, laughing as he lowered his face to her pussy and began lapping tenderly up her labia and around the hood of the clitoris. He was a rather wiry man, about five ten and average in build, and, though he felt his six inch penis was too small, his wife was more than satisfied. It ain't the meat, it's the motion. 

Later, as he lay suckling on her breasts and squeezing her broadening bottom, Terry decided to voice some thoughts she'd been having about their benefactors. 

"Did you notice anything about the Petersons when they were over here tonight?" she asked, stroking her husband's hair. 

"No, I guess I didn't," he admitted, switching to relieve the pressure on the other breast. "They stare a lot, I guess, but some people are like that."

"Yes. Did you notice where they were staring?"

John rested his head on one breast and thought a moment. "No," he said, at last. "Well, I guess Daryl took more than a couple looks at your tits, dear. That's not unusual since the guy is still above ground."

"His wife, too," she said. 

"Really? What's up with that?"

Terry related the afternoon's exchange to her husband then. "And I'll bet she'd have sucked me dry if I had asked," she finished. "What do you think?"

"They're a randy older couple who like big breasts. I don't blame them." Then he paused, frowning. "Of course, it might mean that this car comes with more strings attached than we might think. But they didn't say anything, so we can just say no."

"Sure. Exactly. You don't suppose they're swingers, do you?"

"They're in their fifties, Terry."

"You act as though that's old, John. Daryl is in good shape, and he had a pretty healthy hard-on when he was staring at my chest.'

"Shit, really?"

"Really. I think both of our neighbors would like to stop by for a drink at my milk bar."

CHAPTER FOUR, The Mutual Masturbation Society

Terry Carter spent way more time thinking about Jenny Peterson over the next few days that she would ever have expected to. Mostly, her thoughts were about the nature of their relationship. What did Jenny want or expect from her? What did Daryl want? The more she pondered and fantasized, the more she found the idea to seem normal somehow. But what would John think if she were to tell him about her thoughts. 

John was a good man, a great father, and a very good lover, but he wasn't a man of great imagination outside his field of mechanical engineering. Terry didn't suppose he'd given the Petersons any further thought since their conversation in bed. If she was to bring the subject up, he'd know that she'd been doing nothing but thinking about it. 

John actually had given it some thought, but mostly it was to think that Jenny Peterson would crush him if she got him into bed. She wasn't heavy, no, but he could well imagine the force per square inch those strong thighs could put on a man's hips or head. Still, he wondered what it was like with an exuberant woman like Jenny Peterson. Terry was great in bed, of course, but she was more of a lay back and take it kind of lover. He could imagine Jenny Peterson taking charge from the get go. It might be fun. But, no, it wouldn't be. If Daryl Peterson is willing to play along with this, it followed that he was well endowed to be confident in such a situation. John had never been impressed with the size of his own equipment, and he'd never seen a porno movie where anyone had a six inch penis. He'd feel the fool.

Besides, Terry would never want to do it, and they were probably reading too much into a few random glances, anyway. The Petersons were probably just nice people with their finances in order who wanted to help out someone whose financial affairs were in the crapper. 

Both John and Terry wished someone would drop in with a year's worth of house payments to go with the gift car. Boy, wouldn't that be wonderful?

Jenny, of course, was hoping Terry was thinking about her. And she was hoping Terry's thoughts were kind ones. Meanwhile, after such a long time of lying low, she was scouting around for other prospects. She was beginning to feel like Carla had felt those many years ago-wanting to spend her life fucking. 

There was always Patty Trent, right? Every morning after the kids went off to school, she put on her show. Every morning, Jenny got hot watching her. Finally, she felt that she should just risk asking about it and be done. 

It was the week after giving the Carters the car-no, selling the car-that Jenny decided to walk over to Patty's house and just ask her if she'd like to play with her and her husband. Who's the local exhibitionist going to complain to about it if she feels offended?

It was Tuesday, the middle of May, and Jenny was just about to cross over the street to knock on Patty's door when Terry called out from down the street. "Hey, Jenny, come on over!" Jenny glanced at the Trent house with reluctance, for she hated to change plans in the middle, but it wouldn't do to ignore Terry. She could have sworn that she saw Patty looking through the glass of her side door, but she couldn't be sure as she changed directions and walked over to the Carter house. 

"Good afternoon," she said, brightly, as Terry let her into the house. "So where are the little rascals today?" 

"Nap time. Coffee?" Terry offered. She bit her lower lip, wondering what exactly her plan was today.

"Sure, but you're not drinking caffeine are you?"

"Oh no, filtered water for me," Terry said with a laugh. She was wearing a loose peasant blouse today, braless and free, which felt a whole lot better than that ever tightening maternity bra. "Sit down."

Jenny did as she was told, enjoying the sway of the other woman's breasts against the thin fabric. The nipples were thick and hard today. 

"Is the car running well?" 

"Yes, perfectly, but I was wondering," Terry began. "I don't know how to say it."

"Just say it, I guess," Jenny offered. 

"Sure, just say it." Terry swallowed, rolling her blue eyes with embarrassment. "I'm wondering if there are any string attached to that car," she said at last.

"Strings?" There, Jenny could see that she had been thinking. She came to the wrong conclusion, but the whole thing had been in her mind. "What strings?"

"Well, I . . . uh, are you guys swingers?" Terry blurted.

Jenny was struck by the word at first-swingers-and couldn't help but laughing. 

Terry blushed, looking stricken. "I'm sorry, I should have known better. I just, well, I had to ask. I hope you'll forgive me if I . . ."

"Shush there," Jenny said. "Stop tripping over yourself to apologize."

"Well, I am sorry."

"But you were right, dear. We are swingers," Jenny explained to the astonished woman. "Were swingers, I guess, since all our swinging buddies have moved out of the neighborhood. I'd love to get back into the whole thing, though. That's for sure."

Jenny let the news sink in a moment, watching the play of emotion over Terry's face as she thought it over. Finally, Terry asked, "Are you bi?"

"Yes, or, maybe not. I'm not sure. I prefer to fuck men, dear. Baring that, I really enjoy watching my Daryl fuck another woman. But I'm not against sucking a stray tittie or clit that might happen by. Nothing wrong with that."

"Oh, well, yes, I guess not." Terry felt flushed now, her cheeks were hot, nipples erect and her pussy juicy. She'd expected Jenny to deny everything. She'd expected to feel foolish for her ever increasing erotic thoughts. Now that it had been confirmed, she didn't know what to do. She knew what her body wanted to do, of course, but it was a struggle to get her mind to tag along.

"What's wrong, dear?" Jenny asked, for the other woman did look quite faint. 

"I was . . . I just . . . ah, would you like to nurse on me?" The words just stumbled out. She hadn't intended to say it because it was only a half formed thought, but it was out now and having said it made Terry hotter. "Please," she added.

"I would love to," Jenny said. "Really. But I can't."

"What?" Oh, no, don't say that. Not after she'd embarrassed herself by asking! "Please. Why not?"

"We're married women, dear," Jenny said simply. "My husband isn't a problem, of course, because he'd love to screw you blind, but your husband doesn't know, does he? He's not here."

"But I thought . . ."

"Swingers aren't cheaters, honey. Bring your husband along and we can have a very good time. I guarantee it."

Terry did feel faint now, and she wobbled in her chair until Jenny sprang to her feet and helped her walk to the living room and lie on the couch. 

"My goodness, dear, do you have these fits often?" Jenny asked. 

"No, never, but I'm so . . ." Terry felt tears flooding out of her eyes. "So horny. I've been thinking about it all week, and I, I'm overloaded from thinking about it."

"Hormones," Jenny said. "Always did my best fucking when I was pregnant. Okay, let's see what we can do about that. First, you've got to get out of these clothes. Sit up and get that blouse off."

Terry complied, her senses tingling at the thought of Jenny seeing her huge breasts sliding against the top of her belly. Next came her slacks and underwear, and she blushed under the other woman's naked appraisal. 

"The children won't be waking soon, will they?" Jenny asked. 

"No, I just put them down." Terry felt a flow of moisture in her pussy, and she suddenly thought of the couch. "I'd better get on the floor."

"The first rule of swinging is to avoid stains." Jenny laughed, and then she unbuttoned her own blouse and discarded it, followed by her bra. Her breasts hung gorgeously full without aid of any milk inside of them. Next, she stood and removed her pants and underwear. "Have you ever masturbated while another person watched. Someone not your husband?"

"No." Not even John, for that matter, though she didn't want to admit that now.

"Well I think we could have fun watching each other masturbate," Jenny said. She sat on the floor and leaned her back against the couch so that her pussy was even with Terry's eyes when she opened her legs. "There, you can see pretty good, can't you?"

"Yes, but I thought we couldn't, you know." Terry had never really looked at anyone's pussy before-not even her own-and she was fascinated by the sight now. 

"I'm not touching you, am I? We're just visiting," Jenny said. "Now, dear, why don't you start out with a gentle rub on that fat little pussy of yours. Yes, that's it," she said, when Terry began to move her hand on herself, slipping two fingers into her juicy tunnel. "Boy, you are ready, aren't you?" Jenny marveled as she opened herself with both hands, spreading her pussy wide for Terry to see deep inside. Then she, too, began to manipulate her pussy-slowly at first because she hadn't spent the morning thinking about something just like this happening and wasn't wet yet. It didn't take long, however, especially when Terry began moaning softly with her eyes fixed on Jenny's cunt and her fingers moving faster in her own. 

Soon, Jenny had spread her own legs as wide as possible while Terry arched up against her hand and milk began flowing from both breasts. "Oh, Jesus," Terry cried, her thighs quivering, unable to keep up the thrusting motion. "Oh, shit." She lay still, panting and happy, while Jenny thrust three fingers into herself and rubbed her clit with the other hand.

"Oh, yes, this is good. I like to pretend I've got a big, fat cock in me when I get off. Right now I pretending that it's John. Your John is fucking me. Slamming it into me good and hard," she said, gasping, at the edge of orgasm. "Talk to me, Terry. Quick, tell me what you guys like to do. Hurry."

"Well, I, that is, he sucks my tits. You know that. I bet he'd like to see you suck them, too."

"More. What do you do. How does he fuck you? Do you suck him off? Does his cum taste sweet?"

"Oh, I like it from behind." Terry spoke faster now, trying to supply the woman with the images she needed, wanting to help in any way she could. "He spanks my ass and fucks me very hard. And I'll lay on my side and he squeezes my pussy onto his dick, making me even tighter and tighter until he shoots about a gallon of cum inside me."

"Yes," Jenny cried out, her orgasm exploding within her and spreading in shivering spears through her body. "Oh, yes."

"I've never tasted his cum," Terry admitted, watching the other woman collapse against the couch. "I've sucked his dick, sure, but he's never cum in my mouth."

"Well, we should try to do something about that, shouldn't we?" Jenny asked, grinning. After a moment she stood and began dressing. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, I do," Terry admitted, standing. "I really do."

"Do you want Daryl to broach the subject with John?" Jenny asked as she buttoned her blouse. "Then, if it pisses him off, Daryl gets to be the bad guy rather than you."

"No, I'll talk to him. He'd be embarrassed if another guy was the one asking."

"Okay, dear. Well, you just give us a call if you want to get together. And remember, the car didn't come with any strings. You do what you want to do."

"I'll be calling," Terry assured her.

"Good."

When Jenny had gone, Terry took a shower to wash the milk off of herself. She squeezed her breasts, pumping more milk out of them to reduce the swelling pain. She didn't know what she was going to tell John. And she was especially reluctant to tell him that she was more interested in pairing off with Jenny than Daryl Peterson. She didn't even want to tell that to herself.

CHAPTER FIVE, Shenanigans

On Wednesday of that week, Jenny saw Patty Trent run naked to her garage and get into her mini van. Moments later, Patty's neighbor, Emily Porter, emerged from her house and connected the hose to water her lawn When she headed back, she waved at Patty and then walked to the garage to talk to her friend. 

"This could be interesting," Jenny said to herself as she sat by her front window sipping her tea. "I sure wish I could hear what they're saying."

She watched Emily hurry around the front of the van and get in on the driver's side. The sat there for a long time, and, eventually, the van began rocking. Jenny rubbed herself gently as she watched, wondering how to get closer to that action. 

On Thursday, Patty Trent walked over to the Porter house and let herself in without knocking. She was there for a couple hours, during which time, Emily's pretty little redheaded daughter came home. The cute eighteen year-old emerged less than ten minutes later looking nervous and walked down the block, only to return again about twenty minutes later. Jenny could clearly see her calling out "Mom, I'm home," as she entered this time. Five minutes later, Emily and Patty rushed out of the house and into Emily's car and drove away. 

Curious. 

On Friday, Emily Porter went to the Trent house without knocking. This time, because of the open curtain policy of the exhibitionist Patty Trent, Jenny was able to see the action. It was nice to have a good pair of binoculars. It didn't take much time watching Patty fuck Emily with a strap-on to figure out that Emily wasn't as straight laced as Jenny had thought. 

The most interesting part of the action was when Emily's nineteen year-old son came home. He was walking down the street, even though Jenny knew he had his own car. When he got close to the Trent house, he looked quickly over his shoulder and then ran up to the house in a low crouch. He carefully moved up to the uncovered picture window and peeked inside. Well, his mother was doing Patty by then, and he got an eye full. 

Danny ducked down and ran beneath the window and over to his own house. Moments later he returned and took up the same position below the window. This time, he raised a camera up to the glass and held it there for a full twenty minutes before his arm wore out and he had to lower it. 

Now Jenny knew several new things about her neighbors. Patty Trent and Emily Porter both did it with women, though Jenny suspected that it was Patty's idea. Elaine Porter had most likely caught her mother and neighbor in a compromising position when she came home early, but she clearly hadn't been seen when she did so. She wouldn't have made such a show of returning if they already knew she'd seen them, and she wouldn't have had any reason to go out and come back again if she hadn't. Danny Porter clearly knew that his neighbor was an exhibitionist. She wasn't sure if he knew about his mother before he saw her in the living room, but he sure as hell did now. He must have been taking a movie with his digital camera, or he'd have no reason to hold it up so long. Now what would he be doing with that movie?

So her neighbors were screwing each other and at least one of the Porter children was watching a video and masturbating. She wondered what Danny Porter's opinion of older women was. He was of age and unmarried. For that matter, she knew that Elaine was eighteen, even though she was still in high school for another week or so. She was of age and unmarried and Jenny had always loved to watch Daryl in action. Well, if anything was going to happen there, she'd have to settle on only one of the Porter kids. Bringing them both over would be just too freaky.

The neighborhood was a whole lot more interesting than Jenny had thought. There might be some action coming her way yet.

#

Jenny would have invited Patty over for tea on Friday, except that Terry Carter called on Thursday before she had made the call. "I'm calling to say that we're ready," she blurted nervously. "I mean, John said yes, and I'm so horny I could pop. But there's trouble with babysitters."

"How so?" Jenny asked, her heart racing. 

"Our sitter can't work any time this weekend. Only tonight. You're the only other sitter we've got."

"So you want to get together tonight?" Not too bad an idea, Jenny thought, but why the rush. "We can wait until next week if that's better."

"No, no, I can't. We can't," Terry said breathlessly. "John said yes, and I think he's actually excited about it, but I don't dare give him time to back out. He's too logical. He'll think and think and finally find a reason not to follow through. This is the first decision he's made without thinking it to death since buying the house. The house turned out to be a terrible idea, and I'm afraid he'll think this is, too. I can't have him change his mind, Jenny."

"But it isn't fair to force him into anything."

"I'm not. He said yes and I know he meant it. It's just that he'll talk himself out of it and I have to follow through. Really, Jenny, I want to get in with both of you. I want to fuck your husband and watch you fuck mine. I want you to drink my milk. I have to do this! Do you understand?"




Neighborly Relations Pt. 02



"Of course, dear, but what about work tomorrow? Daryl owns the place so he can go in when he wants, but John can't, can he?"

"They've got them working three quarter time. He doesn't go in tomorrow at all."

"Oh, well that's easy then, isn't it? Come on over at six and we'll have a light supper and then see what happens. Tell your sitter you'll be home about, what, midnight, I suppose."

"Oh, yes, yes, we'll see you at six."

Jenny sat back with a smile after hanging up the phone. All right then, she'd have to vacuum and dust, change the bedding, and throw a couple old comforters over the couch and loveseat. She'd have to make something to eat, of course. Nothing too heavy, because she didn't want to slow anybody down. Oh, she'd have to call Daryl, too. He'd want to come home early to shower and take a boner pill. 

So much to do; so little time; so very much to look forward too. It was just too bad Patty and Emily couldn't have been involved, too. 

CHAPTER SIX, The Sex Party

The Carters arrived at ten minutes after six and were standing nervously on the step holding a bottle of wine when Jenny answered the door. She took the bottle and kissed John quickly on the lips, saying, "Thank you, dear, now come on in and get comfortable."

It didn't appear that John could ever possibly be comfortable, but Terry led him in with enthusiasm enough for both of them. "Hi, Daryl," she called out.

"Hi. You guys just kick off your shoes and come on in, okay? Jenny's got some food laid out in the dining room." He motioned them into the other room. "So, John, did your wife have to twist your arm to convince you, or what?"

"Oh, no, he's all for it," Terry said, quickly. 

Daryl grinned. "No, I can see that he's looking for an exit right now," he said as they entered the dining room where a sandwich platter was laid out. 

"Nothing fancy," Jenny said, moving quickly to bring glasses from the china cabinet over to the table. She was wearing a loose blouse that flowed back against her breasts when she walked quickly, and a pair of casual slacks without shoes. "Just sandwiches. We learned years ago . . ."

"By trial and error," Daryl put in, pouring some of the wine into glasses. 

"Exactly," Jenny continued. "We learned that a big meal is a disaster. Everybody wants to fall asleep. No, it's best to eat light and nibble later. Dig in."

Everyone filled a plate, the Carters taking their lead from the Petersons as to how many sandwiches to consume. 

"John isn't sure about all of this," Daryl said, smiling at the man seated across the table from him. "I don't blame him." He raised his finger up to stop Terry from speaking just then. "If you guys want to go home now, that's fine. I mean, you've got to be at ease to do this sort of thing. Gotta be eager. Now, I can see that Terry is eager as hell. But what about you, John? What do you want to do tonight?"

John swallowed his sandwich and then sipped a bit of wine before glancing lovingly at his wife. "I want Terry to be happy," he said. 

"Okay, we both want our wives to be happy, but what about you? What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, really," he said earnestly, his angular face locked in thought. "This is like a fantasy. I mean, I won't pretend that I haven't thought of something like this from time when I mast . . . from time to time."

"When jerking off," Daryl said, helping out.

John blushed, smiling. "Yeah. I've imagined threesomes, orgies, and bondage, whatever. I thought it was just freaky stuff that would never happen. Suddenly, here we are."

"We are taking advantage of you guys in a way," Jenny said, then. "I mean, your wife is hormonal as hell and really susceptible to offers like this. Some women slam their legs shut when they're pregnant and others want to open them all the time."

"Hey, now," Terry cut in. "I'm not susceptible. I'm horny."

"So, have you imagined watching your wife get screwed?" Daryl asked John over his wine. "Imagined someone really slamming home inside her cute little cunt? Ever think about watching men coat her face with cum?"

John swallowed hard, giving his wife a nervous glance. "Yes, I have," he admitted. "I've imagined it with several co-workers over time, but I never had the nerve to admit it. You see, it's not that I mind seeing her get laid, because I feel pretty certain that she loves you. But, it's just that I, I'm . . ." He stopped, a look of chagrin twisting his features.

"Oh, honey," Terry said sweetly and reached out to grasp his hand. "You don't have to worry. You'll see that you're not, you know, at all."

"Oh, I see, you're shy about being naked in front of us," Jenny said. "I'll take you in a dark bedroom, if that's the problem."

John swallowed, relaxing a bit, and then finished his wine. After a moment, he nodded his head and said, "Daryl, how long is your cock?"

"Eight inches," Jenny said proudly. "Circumcised."

"I'm not so long," John said, and then continued bravely. "Six inches. Maybe six and an eighth depending on how you measure it. I just, well, I remember how all the guys in the showers in high school were bigger than me. All of them." He smiled sheepishly. "I'm afraid it's something that stayed with me."

"Shit man, that's nothing to worry about," Daryl said. "Six inches isn't small at all. There are plenty of men with bigger cocks that I have and it doesn't bother me. Ya just gotta know how to use it. Right?"

"And he sure does," Terry put in, finishing her sandwich. 

"Okay," Jenny said after they'd all eaten their fill. "Let's go out to the living room and play a little game. "Honey, get another bottle of wine while we're at it." She led the way with a little dancing motion and then turned in the center of the floor. "Now I'm cheating because I'm practically naked already, but you won't hold that against me, will you?"

"Hell no," Daryl said, bringing the wine and a spinner from an old Twister game. "We could play strip poker, but that takes too long. What we'll do instead is pick a color. Starting with Terry, since she's a guest, we will spin the spinner and the color it points to has to take off one article of clothing. Then the person whose color got picked spins and so forth. If you spin to your own color, you spin again. Got it?"

"You've played this before," Terry said, excitement coloring her voice. She couldn't wait to reveal herself to everyone and hoped it would hit nothing but her color. 

"You bet. Many times," Daryl said. "Everybody sit on the floor and Terry will give it a spin."

The sight of four adults sitting around a multicolored square of cardboard with an arrow in the center might have been comical another time, but not tonight. Both Daryl and John had to shift themselves a couple times to find a comfortable position for their boners as they sat on the floor, and the women seemed ready to burst from excitement. 

Terry spun and hit her husband's color. "Sorry dear." John took off a stocking, shrugging as he took over the spinner. He hit Jenny's color and she laughed with glee as she pulled her blouse over her head and revealed her massive breasts. 

"Look on these tits with lust and wonder all who dare," she said, like a player in a bad melodrama. "Oh, shut up and spin," said her laughing husband. When she did so, it was to hit Daryl's color, and he removed his belt, since he wasn't wearing socks.

Daryl spun John again, who removed a stocking and promptly spun Daryl's color. Daryl took off his shirt and sat in slacks and tee shirt. 

"What's wrong with my color?" Terry pleaded. "What's a girl got to do to get naked around this joint?"

"Patience," Daryl said, spinning Jenny's color. 

Jenny stood and dropped her pants, revealing a pair of translucent pink underwear. She turned and moved her butt in an undulating motion, saying, "Look at that fat ass, won't ya? Boy does my husband like plowing in there. Spanking it, squeezing it, doing the dirty. This is an ass for all occasions."

"Spin the arrow," Terry and Daryl shouted out together. 

This time, it hit Terry's color and she pulled her own blouse off, saying, "If I knew we'd be doing this I would have worn less clothing."

John was staring at Jenny's breasts by then, and took little notice of his wife beginning to expose herself. Jenny figured that her little theatrics had gotten his attention, so maybe he'd loosen up a bit. 

The game progressed, with Jenny naked well before the rest of them. This was by design, of course, because the naked people had to keep playing by taking dares from who ever spun their color. She and Daryl had thought it best to make sure one of them led the way, and since straight men don't get turned on by naked men, it was up to Jenny to be the leader. 

"Masturbate for thirty seconds," Daryl said when he spun her color. Jenny promptly sat back and did so while John licked his lips and stared. When Jenny spun, it was John's color, and he removed his shirt. He wasn't wearing a tee shirt and may have regretted that decision now. He spun his wife's color, and she removed her bra. Terry spun Jenny's color and said, "Suck my tit for thirty seconds."

There it was. Contact. John and Daryl both watched with close attention as Jenny eagerly suckled at Terry's right breast. The left one began leaking milk in sympathy as she did so. It was more than a minute before Daryl thought to call, "Time up."

The spin went around and around until John was in his underwear, Daryl was in underwear and pants, and Terry was down to her sheer panties. Everyone could appreciate how wet the crotch of those panties was, and everyone wanted a look past them. 

John spun Daryl's color and brought him to the same level of clothing. He couldn't help but look at the tent Daryl's cock was making in his shorts but resolved to ignore it. He was into it now. He wanted to continue. And he wanted to get at the voluptuous brunette seated to his right. 

Daryl spun Jenny's color, and he looked across at John and winked. "If John is willing, I want to see him eat you out for a minute. Let John eat you out, honey."

Jenny slid forward to lie in the center of the group. "Come on, boy, you want a taste?"

John's heart was pounding so hard that he thought it was going to explode from his chest as he knelt before the older woman's shaved pussy. The musky scent filled his head, and the sight of her substantial clit poking past its hood had him feeling more than rock hard just then. He felt Terry's hand on his back as she leaned over to look. "Go on, honey, don't be shy," she said. He used his thumbs to open her and lowered his mouth to taste her honey, lapping up and around her clit and provoking a sharp, excited reaction. "Wow, I guess I'm ready to go," Jenny said, digging her fingers into John's hair. 

John slipped two fingers into her pussy, rubbing the tips up over her G spot as he sucked her clit gently between his lips. Jenny reacted with a shivering orgasm that bucked her up against him and left her quivering. When he sat back, Terry was looking at him with a lusty smile on her face. She leaned forward and kissed him and then licked at the womanly juices around his lips. 

"Hey now," Jenny said, still breathing hard. "My turn to spin."

And then Terry was naked. She spun her own color twice before spinning her husband's color. "Take it off, baby," she said. "Let's get that ram rod out into the light."

John felt as though his cock really was a ramrod just then, and it sure looked it. "Beauty," Jenny said. "I wanna suck it." John smiled, feeling quite good about himself just then. But, of course, he hadn't seen Daryl's cock yet, had he?

He spun his wife's color and commanded her to suck Jenny's breasts for a minute. She complied with lusty abandon, though she cheated a bit by slipping a finger into Jenny's pussy at the same time. John didn't think the infraction was anything special, but Daryl called out, "Cheater! Nobody said to touch her pussy. It's spanking time."

"What?" Terry said, shocked. "I didn't hear that rule."

"It's the secret rule," Daryl said. "John spun the color, so he gets to spank your ass as hard as he wants to. Five swats."

"Oh, you're evil," Terry laughed, but she knelt on the floor on her knees and elbows and waited. "Come on, honey, I've been bad."

John stood beside her and swatted her butt lightly. Everyone, including Terry, booed his effort. "That's not even a love tap," Daryl said. "Do you want me to do it?"

John spanked her again, harder, and Terry said, "Did you do anything yet?" So he hit her harder still, and Terry laughed. The last two swats were delivered with as much force as he could muster, and they left both her bottom and the palm of his hand glowing red. 

"Wow," Terry said, rising to her knees. "That was really something dear. I never thought I'd like to get whacked that hard."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Enough small talk," Daryl broke in. "Spin it, Terry."

"Oh, Daryl, just take off your shorts," Jenny said, laughing. "I want to get laid!"

When he did reveal himself, John felt that he had been an idiot for being worried at all. A cock was a cock, after all.

#

The movement of their bodies was fascinating to John Carter. He watched Terry sliding her large belly and pendulous breasts down over Daryl's rigid cock and moving until the hard member slipped into her mouth as though it was designed to be there. And, even as he watched his wife, Jenny Peterson was moving on him in a reverse pattern. His cock emerged from her sucking lips and trailed down over her chin and neck as she moved up on him, pausing to press her breasts in against his cock and then continuing upward to bring her lips to his as his cock was magically engulfed in her hot, musky womanhood. And then she moved herself on him, sliding her hips backward and forward rather than up and down as she alternated between kissing him and giving him her breasts to devour. 

Then Terry was on her back and Daryl had lifted her hips up to meet his lips, sucking, nibbling, licking her to a lusty orgasm as she grasped behind her, trying to find the dick that was somewhere down there, behind her if she could just see where it was. But no, she was blind to anything but the orgasm. Just the sensation, all sensation, overwhelming and intense. 

Jenny rode John's cock and leaned over to suckle at Terry's flowing teat as her husband screwed the pregnant woman carefully but expertly and then lowered his mouth to Terry's other breast to taste her bounty. John watched with a sense of wonder at the strange thrill and beauty of the world. His cock was poised on the edge of an explosive release as he watched his wife lie senseless in the throes of what seemed to be a never ending orgasm.  His cock was being clenched by the moving heaven of the woman above him even as she drank from his wife's breast, milk running down Terry's side to the comforter that had been spread out on the floor. It was all too much to realize that another man was deep in Terry's pussy now, a man who was also drinking his fill. It so strange. So wonderful. 

It was wonderful because of the fact was that he was content to make Terry happy in any way he could, and he knew that their love was strong enough to survive. Their love was so strong, in fact, that he could allow himself to take pleasure here, too. He had been afraid that he would be the one to be overwhelmed and stray from his marriage. He had been afraid of his own weakness. But there was no weakness when they experienced it together. There was only the intense pleasure that soon overcame him and milked a spurting reaction from his rigid dick.

"Oh, Holy God!" he cried out as Jenny moved on him, tightening, moving, sending him into an overdrive of orgasm. When she'd drained him, he felt as though he might pass out. All he could do was lie there when Jenny moved over to straddle Terry's head and lower her cum filled cunt onto her lips. 

As Terry licked her pussy, Jenny took her husband's dick in hand and sucked him until he blew a load that Jenny used to coat Terry's firm, round belly. She smoothed the cum in like lotion, a glistening sheen of ejaculate, and then she stopped, tightening her thighs, gasping and finally collapsing to the side in joyous orgasm. 

#

There was a break for wine and cheese and laughing conversation naked at the dining room table. And then they retired to the king size bed where they moved together in a group. Three of them would take one woman over the edge of orgasm and then switch to do the same on the other women. And then John found himself being pushed down, one of Terry's milky breasts lowered to his mouth as Jenny began sucking his cock. He was aware at one point that Daryl was stroking his cock forcefully while his wife sucked its purple head, lapping it with her tongue. Later he returned the favor, marveling at how natural it all seemed. 

It was natural enough for both men to cum three times that night. A personal record, John thought. A personal delight. And Terry, the woman who had pleaded to make this night come true, lay happily in a daze with both men's cum spattered on her breasts and face. 

I hope we can keep doing this forever, she thought. For ever and ever.

Jenny shared her desire, but was also trying to think of a way to expand the group. There were so many more cocks to be had, after all. So many more warm pussies. There had to be some way to really get to know all of her neighbors.



Neighborly Relations Pt. 03



This is the third part of a story that began with "NEIGHBORLY RELATIONS 01: The Porter" in the Incest/Taboo section and continued with "NEIGHBORLY RELATIONS 02: The Sex Party" in the Group section. It's best to at least read part one before this story. There will be more to follow.

PART THREE: SPY GAMES

CHAPTER ONE, You Can't Un-Ring a Bell

Danny Porter, 19, and his sister, Elaine, 18, had always thought of themselves as being rather average kids. Danny was a six-one, blonde in good physical condition and possessing an inquisitive mind that might win him a Nobel Prize or land him in jail some day-he wasn't sure which it would be just yet. Elaine was a willowy 18 year-old with flaming red hair and the freckles that went with it. She, too, was a very smart girl, but she was also a very horny girl. The Porter kids shared that condition at the end of May that year, which probably did mean that they were fairly average. 

It was one week until graduation, but Elaine found that she couldn't get very excited about any of that. No, she and Danny both had other things to think about. Sex. 

After years of enjoying the sounds of their parents making love, they had just recently graduated to crouching at the door and watching them screw. And, though neither one of them needed coercion to masturbate, the sight of their athletic parents locked together on their bed made their climaxes all the more intense.

Over the course of a single week, Danny and Elaine had learned several interesting things. They both had learned that their parents copulated like pros, of course, but they had also learned that their mother, 42 year-old Emily Porter, was getting it on with their neighbor, Patty Trent. Neither was sure if their father knew about that arrangement. They had also seen their parents screwing in the Trent back yard while they watched Patty and her husband, Charles, fucking in their bedroom with all the lights on and the curtains open. It was as if the Trents were putting on a show and their parents were the only audience members. 

That was quite a bit to learn in a week, but Elaine had also learned that her father still masturbated, and that news impressed her quite a bit. No, not the news-it was the amount of cum he released onto his own chest as she watched through the partially open bedroom door that impressed her. Since then, she'd dreamed of both her brother and father releasing their load on her naked body, and she awoke from the dreams twisted in her sheets and covered in sweat. 

Danny had taken some very interesting video of his mother with the neighbor lady and a strap on dildo, and he enjoyed watching it as well as a surreptitious video he'd taken of he and his sister masturbating together. He'd watched them four times in the course of two days while masturbating. He wasn't sure where that activity ranked on the taboo scale, but he figured he was about at the edge of legality. 

That didn't matter now, anyway. All that mattered to Danny was his own hard cock.

#

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, but Elaine woke feeling as though she hadn't slept at all. She wasn't tired, exactly, but felt worn out in some vague way, and she lay trying to marshal her energies to get out of bed. Maybe another half hour of sleep, she thought. 

But she knew what the problem was, and sleeping wouldn't fix it. It was her family, that was the problem. It wasn't her mother. No, that might have been going on for years, and it had no effect on her. It was the knowing about her mother that weighed her down. Knowing about her mother and father and watching her brother whack-off-letting him see her do it-was the problem. Her family life had changed drastically in the course of a week, and she didn't know if she could handle the change. 

At the time, finding out things was exciting, and she couldn't wait to find out more and more. Somewhere in there, she got overloaded with knowledge, and now the slim redhead was besieged by doubts. She'd been party to this change, after all. She had followed this path willingly. 

She wanted it all to return to normal. She wanted her brother to once again be some fairly nice 19 year-old with whom she spoke every now and again. She wanted her parent's sex lives to be nothing more than intriguing sounds through the wall again. Take it back please, I don't want it any more. 

Nope, too late. She was part of it now, and she would have to find a way to come to grips with what her life had become.

Elaine Porter was a logical girl, and, as such, knew that the best way to handle any problem was straight on. What, exactly, had her life become? What was different know from before?

First, she had watched her parents have sex and been turned on by it. She recorded a video of her mother having lesbian sex with their neighbor. She'd watched her father masturbate without him knowing, and she had masturbated right along with him. Lastly, she had masturbated along with her brother and allowed him to ejaculate on her chest. Oh, yes, and she had tasted his cum.

Okay, so spying on her parents wasn't so bad. Her friend, Cathy Burton, did it all the time. Cathy also said that she had masturbated with her brother. And she'd let him fuck her butt! Cathy was a sex maniac, sure, but she seemed pretty well adjusted other than that. Maybe what Elaine had done wasn't so bad. 

Elaine thought then that she wasn't the first to get turned on by her parents screwing. She'd been turned on by the sound of it for years, but it was just this last week that she'd been able to see them in the act. Was masturbating to the sight any worse than getting off to the sound?

No. No, she hadn't changed her relationship with her parents at all. They didn't know about her new knowledge, did they? Only Danny knew that, and Danny wasn't talking. 

Danny was worse than she was about the whole thing. She could tell that he wanted to screw her, his own sister, by the way his dick kept twitching and how it wouldn't go down even after he'd shot a big load on her chest. No, he wanted to fuck his own sister. Elaine didn't want to fuck Danny, although she had to admit that he was a pretty fuckable hunk. If he weren't her brother, she'd-no, stop that. That was the problem here-she sure did want to fuck someone, and she was almost at the point where she didn't care who it was. 

It was entirely possible that the person she ended up fucking would be Danny. Then, her life would definitely change.

Elaine smiled, wondering if she really believed that she was still a mostly normal girl with a mostly normal family. Maybe she'd come to terms with it and move on. As long as she didn't let Danny fuck her, she'd be just fine.

#

Danny had been up for an hour when Elaine woke in her bed. He, too, had been fighting with the problem of the new family dynamic. His problem was more of logistics, however. He was trying to think of a way to get a camera into his parent's room, but had pretty much decided that there wasn't one. 

Now that he'd sampled the forbidden fruit, he wanted another bite. He wanted a video of the whole thing from foreplay through to falling asleep. Of course, he knew it wouldn't be as good as a porno movie. No, parents don't go in for "money shots" too often, he didn't suppose. But, still, a boy can dream, can't he?

As far as his relationship with his sister, he was content to leave it as it was. Of course, he wanted to continue playing their masturbation duet. Maybe, if he played his cards right, she'd play doctor with him again. That would be damn nice. And it wouldn't mean anything, would it? No, not if he didn't screw her.

Danny was seated at his computer watching a video of his mother screwing their neighbor with a strap on dildo, when Elaine knocked on the door of the bathroom they shared between their rooms. Should he turn it off? Should he let her watch, too?

He came down on the side of showing her the video and called out, "Come on in."

Elaine entered wearing a light cotton night gown that was no where near heavy enough to conceal her nipples or the dark triangle of her bush as she walked across the room. 

"I was wondering if . . . Holy shit! That's Mom and Patty over at her house. What'd you do, spy on them?"

"You bet. Just like you spied on them in our living room," Danny said. 

"Oh, so you found my video, did you? Yeah, I guess you would. But hey, I wasn't making a judgment about spying, just commenting is all," his sister said, sitting on the bed and watching the video. They watched in silence for awhile, then Elaine said, "Do you get off watching Mom get fucked?"

"Yeah, why?" He swiveled his chair to look at his sister. 

"Do you think this is right?"

"Oh." Danny paused a minute. Of course he knew it wasn't right, but that didn't mean much at the moment. His parent's weren't ugly, was all. "I don't feel like fucking mom, if that's what you mean," he said at last. "I mean, she makes me stiff and I jerk off watching her, but that's just like any video. I'm not planning on any of that sort of thing."

"Really?" Elaine smiled, relieved to hear that from her brother. "What about me?" she asked then. "Are you planning on any of that sort of thing?"

"I don't know, Elaine," he admitted. "You're pretty hot, you know. I definitely want to play doctor again."

"Just doctor?"

"I'd sure like to try keeping it to just that," he said. "I mean, it would be freaky to have sex together."

"Cathy Burton says that anal and oral aren't sex, so they don't count," Elaine told him.

"Cathy Burton is full of shit," he said. "Insertion is insertion."

"That's what I figured, but she's talked herself into it. She said that she let her brother fuck her in the ass two times."

"I don't doubt it. They always were closer than most brother sister." Danny liked his lips then, thinking, and then he stopped the video of his mom. "You asked about what I want to do with you?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"Well, I'll show you something. Now please don't get all pissed off and hit me, okay El? I didn't know where this was heading, and I just couldn't pass up the chance."

He clicked on a file on his computer and an entirely different video came up. Elaine was startled to see herself lying on her bed trying to fit her mother's insanely huge dildo into her pussy. "You bastard," she said, quietly, watching her video image humping up against the plastic dick and finally crying out in pain. That was the point when Danny rushed into her room in his underwear and their new relationship began. "Sneaky asshole," she said. Still, it was a pretty good video. 

"It's my favorite for jerking off," Danny said. He used the mouse to move the movie ahead toward the end. "Here's my favorite part," he said. 

On screen, Danny was jerking a heavy load of cum right onto Elaine's left breast, and she got her orgasm from her own moving fingers a moment later. Danny's dick was hard now, too. Hard, right in front of her, and protected only by pajamas. She could reach out and touch it if she wanted to. 

"I'm sorry, El. Really, I am, but I just couldn't pass it up."

"That's okay," Elaine said. "We're pretty much past getting pissed about a video. But you've got to give me a copy for my computer."

The new family dynamic was weird, but it could be gotten used to. It might work out fine after all.

CHAPTER TWO, Spy Games

Saturday night at the Porter house was anything but normal, though it started out that way. There wasn't anything special going on, so they each found their own diversions after supper. Robert and Emily Porter's diversion consisted mainly of grabbing at each other and giving each other lust filled glances. Danny and Elaine both went up to their bedrooms about nine to follow their own devices since it was obvious that their parents wanted to be left alone. Both of the kids expected to start hearing noises from their parent's room soon, and they were ready to take up a position at the door where a faulty latch usually allowed them a chance to see through the partially opened door. 

But there were no noises, and there was no sound of either parent mounting the stairs for the bedrooms. 

Danny was lying on his bed watching a movie when Elaine burst in, saying, "I think Mom and Dad are up to something again."

"What?"

"Well, you know how they've been kinda playing grab-ass all day? I just went down to get a drink of water, and the folks aren't in the living room. They're downstairs."

"Really?" That was news. Though the basement "family room" was finished, they hardly used it now that they didn't need to keep their toys contained. No, if they were downstairs, something was up. "We'd better check this out, don't you think?" he asked his sister, and leapt off of the bed. 

They stole down the stairs as quietly as possible but there was no way to get downstairs without being seen. The only useable rooms down there were the finished family room and the bathroom, and the stairs went directly to the family room. 

"Come on," Danny whispered, pulling his sister along with him out the back door of the house, closing it silently behind them. "The fire exit."

When they finished the basement, the Porters installed a fire exit. The exit consisted of a deep window about three quarters the size of a door that could be opened just like a door, and a large window well with steps to climb away from any flames. They'd never used it, of course, except as a quick route to the back yard. Danny and Elaine put it to good use now. 

By lying on their stomachs on either side of the window well, they were just able to lower their heads enough to see a bit of the action inside the house. "This is no good," Danny whispered urgently. "But we don't dare get into the window well."

"Relax." Elaine took their trusty digital camera out of her pocket and turned it on. "It's not the same as first hand, of course."

"You're brilliant, El," Danny said. 

Elaine was able to lean far enough into the well to place the camera on the top step and point it toward her parents. Then she ducked back up quickly and lay resting her cheek on the cement edge of the well as they watched their parents copulate on the ragged basement couch. Their view was restricted, cutting them off at the hips, and losing them entirely when they changed position, but the thought of replaying the video was enough to excite the two teens. 

After half an hour, the red light on the camera began to blink, meaning that it was either out of storage space or battery power. She could never remember which it was.

"That's it," Danny said. "Haul it up."

Elaine leaned down quickly, but in her eagerness, she knocked the camera down to the next step. "Shit," she whispered, as she slid farther out over the edge of the well and stretched down to grab the camera more securely. There, that was it. 

She glanced in at her parents just as she began to push back up and was so startled at what she saw that she almost dropped the camera again. Her mother was looking right at her over her father's shoulder-looking right into her eyes!

Elaine pushed herself up and back away from the window well to sit shivering with fright on the dark lawn. Danny ran over beside her, saying, "What's wrong?"

"I think Mom saw me," she said, her voice trembling. "She looked right at me."

"No, probably not. You know how hard it is to see outside from a lighted room."

"But I was awfully close to the glass, Danny. What if she saw?"

Danny thought a moment. "If she saw you, she'll be out here to give you some speech about respecting other people's privacy, or something. Let's just sit a minute and see what happens."

They sat a minute, and then a minute more. The basement light was turned off, and they both tensed up, waiting to be hauled inside by angry parents. Nothing happened except that the kitchen light was turned off, too. 

"See? Nothing," Danny said. "They went up to bed."

"Yeah, I guess so. Let's get inside."

But when they walked around to the side door they found that it was locked. Their parents had locked them outside!

#

Emily Porter had indeed seen her daughter snooping outside the window. Her arm was just a flash of movement in the corner of Emily's eye, but it was enough to bring her gaze around just in time to see her daughter seeming to fall into the window well. Elaine held herself up a moment, looking directly into Emily's eyes, and then she pushed herself up frantically and disappeared. 

That sneaky little bitch! Emily had already caught her daughter watching her father pleasure himself through an open door. Now she'd caught her spying on the both of them together. Okay, if that's the way she wants to play it, that's the way she'll get it. 

"Come on, big boy, let's go," Emily told her husband, pushing him off and away so that his cock bounced like a springboard at the sudden release from her pussy. "I'll race you upstairs!" She took off running, leaving her clothing discarded behind her.

"Wait! What about the kids?"

"In their rooms! Come on, chicken."

She maintained her lead, locking the kitchen door and then running through to lock the front door before Robert had managed to come up the stairs carrying all of their clothing. "Kill the lights," Emily said, hurrying up the stairs on tip toes. She sure didn't want to alert Danny, who was probably still awake because she could hear his TV playing faintly as she hurried into her room. Robert followed with equal stealth, turning off lights as he did. 

They resumed their activity in the comfort of the bed, and spent the next twenty minutes completing the act they'd begun in the basement. When they were finished, they lay together exhausted and content. Robert drifted off to sleep to resume their coitus in his dreams, and his wife was nearly asleep when a thought drifted in to bother her.

Had Elaine been reaching down to pick something up when she fell into the window well? It didn't really look like she had been leaning over to get a better view but rather because she had dropped something and needed to retrieve it. Emily thought hard now, trying to remember if her daughter had anything in her hand. Yes, she thought she did. And she thought it was their camera!

Emily lay in bed for several moments trying to fall asleep. But, had Elaine been using the camera? Had she done it before? The questions wouldn't allow her to sleep, and she finally had to get out of bed to put her fears to rest by finding their camera.

Emily slipped out of bed and put on her cotton robe. She didn't usually wear this robe outside of the bedroom because she had lost the belt. Holding the robe closed, she left the bedroom and walked downstairs to check the kitchen drawer where the camera was normally kept. 

The camera wasn't in the drawer, and it wasn't in any other drawer or cupboard in the kitchen. Damn! Feeling sourly disappointed with her daughter, Emily went back upstairs and entered Elaine's room. She didn't like snooping, but she felt she had damn good cause. 

She turned on Elaine's computer without turning on the lights. She didn't want any stray light under the door to the shared bathroom to alert Danny. He might want to talk to his sister if he thought she was awake. After the computer had started, Emily opened up the "My Documents" folder and clicked on the tab to arrange everything in it in chronological order so she could look for any new picture files. 

There were no picture files in that folder at all. No pictures, but there was a new movie file. Emily clicked on the file and waited. 

Oh, God, no! Emily was watching herself being serviced by Patty Trent. The little bitch had caught them. She'd seen her mother with another woman. Emily's heart was racing as the thirty second clip played over and over on the monitor. What was she going to do now?




Neighborly Relations Pt. 03



After a moment, she began to calm down. Okay, so they'd been seen, but she didn't feel that her activities where as bad as the practice of spying on such activities. No, her daughter had stepped over the line and had to be punished. 

What does one do to punish an eighteen year-old woman? The options seemed very limited just then. 

#

Meanwhile, Elaine and Danny were sitting in the back yard weighing their options. They could get inside by climbing the tree outside Elaine's window and getting in, but it was a beautiful night and they though it might be better to enjoy it while they were stuck out here.

"Let's go see what the neighbors are up to," Danny suggested. 

"You mean, go play spy, like we used to when we were like ten?" Elaine grinned. Their spy games had been conducted at dusk back then and never revealed anything beyond people eating or watching TV. 

"Yeah, just like that," Danny concurred. "Except that now it's later and we know what we're looking for."

"Let's go," Elaine said, starting to walk toward the Trent's house. Danny followed, and they went into their neighbor's yard and sat on their picnic table and watched the widow of the master bedroom in the split level home. Patty Trent was a confirmed exhibitionist, and their drapes were never closed. Of course, this was their back yard, so why worry?

The Trents were lying in bed reading books. That was a surprise to both of the Porters, because they always figured the Trents weren't much for book reading. 

"Boring," Danny said. "I guess even they can't fuck all the time."

"Yeah, let's move on," Elaine agreed. We'll check them again on the way back."

The Mosswells lived next to the Trents, and their back yard was protected by a tall fence much like the one surrounding the Porter yard. There were a couple lights on upstairs, but there wasn't much chance of being able to see into any windows up there. The house was very similar to their own, probably identical when they first built it but augmented now by what was apparently an extra bedroom or an office added to the back of the house. 

That extra room was built with a deck on the roof and a stairway leading conveniently up where a door opened onto the deck from a room that would have to be a bedroom. Danny and Elaine sneaked up the wooden stairs slowly, praying to avoid making it squeak. Their luck held, and it made no sound at all.

They weren't lucky about the room at the top of the stairs. In their house, that would be Danny's room, but here it was obviously a recreation room of some kind because they could see a ping-pong table in the dim light of the half moon.

Retreating down the stairs again, Elaine saw that there was a light on in the basement, and she tip-toed over to crouch at the well of that window. What she saw caught her attention immediately. Tillman Mosswell, their nineteen year-old son, was sitting naked at a computer and stroking himself as he watched two white women play with each other on screen. The computer screen was large enough and the angle was such that they could clearly see the action while still having a good view of their neighbor's cock as he sat angled slightly toward them in his chair. 

"Good to see that someone is busy around here," Danny said, crouching down beside her. "Wish he had a girl with him."

"Wish I had space on the camera," Elaine complained, staring at the sight of their lithe neighbor stroking his firm black cock. 

"Go back to the first pictures and delete some of them," Danny suggested. "You know Mom has moved them to her computer. She just doesn't delete them. Only get rid of the bad ones, though. Just in case."

Elaine sat back on the Mosswell's yard, her determined face lit by the blue glow of the camera monitor as she sorted through deleting pictures. 

"Better hurry up," Danny said from the window. "It's nearly time for blast-off."

Elaine scurried back then, bringing the camera up to her eye, but Danny stopped her. "Make sure the flash is off," he said. After making certain she wouldn't blow their cover, she held the camera steady and took a picturing their athletic black neighbor with his cock in hand. She took another, just in case, and then came the ultimate moment. Tillman Mosswell stood quickly and released a blast of cum onto a folded towel lying beside the keyboard of the computer. Elaine caught that image, too, his fist a blur of frenzied motion. 

When Tillman finished, he sat back and keyed off the video. The show was over. 

Next up was the Carter house, and it was another split level like the Trents, so the bedroom window was easy to find. The light was on, and the curtain was only half drawn. 

Danny and Elaine didn't know much about the Carters except that they'd only lived there about a year and that Terry Carter was pregnant. Elaine didn't expect much here. How much sex would a pregnant woman want, after all?

Apparently this pregnant woman wanted plenty of sex. The kids stood on the Carter picnic table and looked straight into their room, where Terry Carter was on the bed straddling her husband's legs and playing with her massive tits. 

"Whoa," Danny said. "She's milking herself."

"Ew, what?" Elaine said. By zooming the camera in she was able to see that the woman was, indeed, milking herself and spraying milk all over her husband while he rubbed her pussy. "That's crazy shit," she said, snapping a picture. "I suppose you really want that picture."

"Picture hell," Danny whispered, laughing. "I want a taste."

"Ew," his sister replied.

#

Emily Porter lay in bed fuming about her daughter's transgression. How could she? Not only spying on her father, but recording their sexual activities. Damn her. And damn them for leaving that camera just lying around for anyone to uses. It was a six hundred dollar camera with all the bells and whistles, and they should really take better care of it. Of course, they wanted it handy in case something came up. 

Well, something came up, alright. If that little girl had video her own parents having sex, she'd have to be taught a lesson. A lesson? What are you going to do, ground her? Not give her any graduation presents? There wasn't any thing they could do that wouldn't raise eyebrows in some way. People would wonder why Elaine was being punished. Danny would wonder.

She wasn't a little girl, was she? She was a budding young woman with a wonderful smile, intelligent blue eyes, perky breasts and a tight ass. She even seemed to have outgrown her disgust at her own freckles. She was perfect in every way. And, she was a pervert.

Emily lay fuming and wishing she hadn't seen her out there at all. If that had been Patty Trent spying through the window, Emily would have been turned on by it. It's funny how differently she might have reacted to what would essentially the same thing. Of course, Patty was the one who got off exposing herself and have neighbors peek in on them screwing. It wasn't Emily and Robert who did that. Still, if it had been Patty, she wouldn't have minded so much. 

She thought back to her own youth and remembered spying on her parents once. The sight had turned her on greatly, and she had hurried to her bedroom to masturbate still thinking of what she'd seen. Was this so different? 

Yes, it was different! She didn't have a damn camera back then!

#

The Carters were at the start of their little cul-de-sac and the house across the street from them was vacant, so they moved on to the next, which was owned by a couple named Adams. That house was totally dark, nothing happening.

Next was the Burton house. They were an old couple, almost sixty, and Elaine didn't expect much here. As with the pregnant lady, she was wrong about what to expect.

There was a tell-tale glow emerging from a back room, and the Porter kids sneaked around to look into what appeared to be a little family room. Both Mr. and Mrs. Burton were seated on the couch right on the other side of the window, and they were watching a very large flat panel TV. Mr. Burton had his arm around Mrs. Burton, and their heads were tipped together lovingly as they watched pornography on their big TV.

The porn they were watching featured a blonde woman at the moment. She was standing naked and looking at the camera while saying something. Then she grasped her ample breasts and played with them while a man came up beside her and started playing with her butt. The video didn't look very professional, and the woman seemed familiar to both of them. 

Suddenly, Danny ducked down and pulled Elaine down with him to whisper in her ear, "That's Cathy Burton's aunt Doris and Cathy's dad!"

"What? No way." Elaine lifted her head up to watch the video again. She wasn't entirely sure what Doris looked like, but that definitely was Cathy's dad. She crouched again, whispering hotly in her brother's ear. "If that's Doris Burton, then that means the video is of her messing around with her brother. And it looks like it wasn't too long ago that they were doing it, cause of how much hair Cathy's dad has."

"Not much hair," Danny commented. 

"Exactly. Even a year ago he had more hair than that." They both looked again, and the couple on screen were doing it dog-style, the woman's breasts flopping as though they might break off. "So Mr. and Mrs. Burton are watching a video of their kids fucking," Elaine said when they crouched again. "Shit."

When they rose to look again, Mrs. Burton's head had disappeared from view on the couch and Mr. Burton was leaning back with both arms outstretched on the couch. On screen, a second man entered the picture and put his cock into the woman's mouth. It was Mr. Burton.

Elaine took pictures until the camera was full again, and then they stood at the window watching the on screen images. Danny's uncomfortable movements beside her caught Elaine's attention after a few moments, and she turned to see that her brother had undone his pants and taken his stiff dick out.

Elaine elbowed him in the ribs, giving him a "how dare you" glare, but he just shrugged and continued pumping himself and watching through the window. Elaine wouldn't have minded doing the same thing, but she had to stay on her tip-toes to see the picture. Finally, Elaine motioned that she was going next door and scurried across the Burton lawn to the Peterson's house. 

The Petersons were another older couple, and they were doing exactly what Elaine expected. They were sleeping. Elaine lingered a moment in their yard and then returned to her own back yard to wait for Danny. He joined her about five minutes later.

"Man, this is a strange night," he said. "I've never jerked off in a neighbor's yard before."

"And I never knew Cathy's family was, you know, like that. I wonder if she knows."

"Probably not," Danny said. "She was a minor until last month, right? They aren't idiots. Of course, she's not a minor any more. Maybe you should give her a call and see what's up. You know how she likes to brag about her sex life. It would be cool to find out."

"Find out what?" Elaine asked. 

"Find out how their family handles it," he answered. "You know, like are they normal and well adjusted and all that, or are they riddled with guilt and all suicidal?"

"They didn't look suicidal on screen," Elaine pointed out. "You're thinking about us, aren't you?"

"Yes. It would be nice to get a first hand opinion of the whole thing," Danny said. "I suppose Carter would be the better one to ask because he was always so serious. Be more likely to get a straight answer out of him."

"I'm not going to fuck you," Elaine said. 

"And I'm not going to fuck you, dear," Danny replied. "But I think you're looking a little green lately. You could use a check up."

Elaine said nothing, but only smiled.

CHAPTER THREE, The Office Exam

Danny was lying half asleep in his bed when his sister came through the door to the bathroom that they shared between their rooms. "Hey, sleepy head," she said, sitting on his desk chair wearing nothing but a smile.

Danny rolled toward her and then sat up in surprise, the covers sliding off of his body. His penis was its normal state of half arousal, but he'd given up trying to conceal it from his sister. It was just too much work. 

"What's up?" He asked tiredly as she sat grinning at him. "And why are you naked?" After last night's journey around their neighborhood, the last thing Danny expected was to be awakened early by his nude sister. 

"I didn't sleep much," she said. "Kept tossing and turning and rubbing my cunt." She winked at him, still grinning.

"What time is it?" he asked, scratching his fingers back through his hair. 

"Six o'clock," Elaine answered. "Early."

"So why are you in here so early?" 

"I told you that I couldn't sleep, didn't I? My pussy won't stop bugging me. I think I'm sick or something."

"Oh, shit, really?" Fully awake now, Danny swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat aiming his hard cock at her tenting the fabric of his pajama pants. 

"Yes, doctor. Can I have a check up right away?"

"Yes, Ms Porter, you sure can," he said. "Just as soon as the doctor brushes his teeth."

Elaine walked with him to the bathroom grinning. "Do you need a urine sample?" she asked as took his toothbrush out. Danny just shook his head with a big grin on his face. "Okay, I'll go into the exam room."

"Lie down on the examination bed," Danny told her when he entered. "Let's take a look."

"But Doctor, you're still wearing your pants," Elaine alerted him as she laid back on the bed with her arms resting to her sides. 

"By golly, I sure am," Danny said. He pulled them down quickly and stood beside the bed with his cock pointing out stiffly level with his sister's body. 

"So, where does it hurt?" he asked, just as they both had asked many years ago when they originally played doctor together. And, just like then, Elaine said, "My boobies hurt, Doctor. And my woo-woo. I don't know what's wrong."

"Don't worry, we'll fix you up nicely," Danny told her as he knelt beside the bed and reached one hand out tentatively for his sister's breast. Here it was, after so many years, he would be touching her again. Now, as then, the pure dirtiness of touching his sister thrilled him. He didn't want to have intercourse with her. He just wanted to touch her. And so he laid one hand down atop her breast, feeling her nipple hard against the palm of his hand. He began to slowly massage her breast, and then bring his other hand up to massage the other as well. As he did that, he was looking into his sister's eyes as she looked back at him, watching as she smiled and wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue and her breath began coming faster. 

"That feels good, Doctor. You really know how to fix a girl up," Elaine said. He opened her legs just a bit, just a hint of invitation, and her brother smiled, nodding. "My bottom hurts," Elaine said. "Between my legs needs medical attention."

"Turn on the bed," Danny said. "I'll need a closer look."

His sister complied, laying with her feet flat on the edge of the bed, knees up, and pussy even with her feet. Danny had hurried back into his own bedroom while she did that, and he returned with a small glass and a bottle of lubricating oil he'd gotten at the drug store. He knelt down on the floor, his face level with Elaine's pussy. 

"Let's just see, alright?" he said. When they were kids, he would open her labia and examine the interior as best as he could, and that was exactly what he planned to do now. This time, he planned a much more complete exam. He poured a bit of oil on one finger and traced around the inside of her outer labia, causing her to sigh just a bit. He then used more oil her lips and yet another dribble at the apex of her sex, the hooded clitoris. 

Danny licked his own lips and extended the first finger of both hands past the labia and into his sister's vagina. She moaned and shifted to spread her legs further. Danny pulled with his fingers, simulating a speculum and leaning closer to look at the dark mysteries of Elaine's pussy. The smell of her was so enticing that he almost leaned to lick his tongue over her clit, but he held himself back. This was just an exam. That would be something else. 

Still holding her open a bit, Danny rubbed his thumb in circles over her clit, moving faster as she began to squirm and her vagina began visibly contracting. "I see," he told her. "You've got a short circuit in there. I believe we've got a tool for that around here, but I've got to complete the exam before we can move on to the cure. 

"What, what ever you say, Doctor," Elaine panted. 

Danny continued to rub her clit, adding the presence of two of his fingers extending inside of Elaine, but now he took the other hand down and began lubricating her anus. Again, she moved to accommodate him, breathing faster and faster. He circled her delicate asshole again and again with his oiled finger and finally, ever so slowly, pressed the tip against the opening and slid inside. 

"Oh, shit, Doctor," Elaine exclaimed, lifting her bottom from the bed. "I don't think you're in deep enough to be certain."

Danny slowly pressed his index finger all the way inside of his sister's butt. Then he slid it in and out of her even as he did the same with the fingers in her pussy. She seemed about to explode in orgasm, and Danny worked his hands to bring her over the edge even as his cock was begging for release. "Where's your vibrator?" he asked, and she fumbled up beneath her pillow and brought the pink tool down to his work area.

"This will fix you right up," he said, switching the implement on and beginning to rub it on her clit. "Now, do you see how I'm using it? And like this, too," he said, pushing it into her pussy and thrusting it in and out. "See? Just like that."

"Oh, shit," Elaine said. She was about to have major orgasm, and only needed him to continue his actions steadily in stead of interrupting himself all the time.

"Okay, you take the vibrator and use it on yourself. We have to make sure you know the right way to use it so you can handle emergencies when I'm not available." When Elaine took control of the tool, thrusting it hard and fast into herself, he stood, stooping just a bit to continue fucking her butt with one finger while grasping his cock and stroking himself.

Elaine saw what he was doing and shifted toward him until she was lying on her side at the edge of the bed, one leg up and both hands working on her pussy. "Oh, Doctor, is that an examination tool, too?"

"Not today, little lady. It's reserved for unrelated patients." But he did hold it scant inches from her face as he pumped himself now. Held it where she might lick it if she were so inclined, where she might suck it into her mouth. 

Elaine came with a strangled growl, writhing so that Danny's finger was released from her butt and she bucked up against the humming vibrator buried in her snatch. Finally, she settle down and rolled back to her side on the bed. "I'm cured," she said.

"Not just yet," Danny said, breathing heavier. He picked up the small glass he'd brought from his room-a shot glass from his collection-and held the head of his cock over it as he pumped faster. A thick shot of cum shot out of his cock and into the glass, followed by another and another. When he had finished milking his dick, he had nearly filled the glass.

"Wow," Elaine said. "That's a lot, isn't it?"

"I don't know." He held the glass out to her. "Drink your medicine," he said.

"Ew, really?" she laughed. "No way." But she took the glass and sat up examining the pearly fluid inside. 

"Yes, really. It's very important medicine," Danny told her. "Besides, I dare you to drink it."

"Oh, I dare all. You know that." Elaine put the glass to her lips and tipped it to drink while looking up into her brother's eyes. She sucked his cum into her mouth and swallowed, and then she licked her tongue around the inside of the glass to get every drop. "There," she said. "I took my medicine."




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"Very good. Of course, you'll have to be back next week for the follow up exam." He began putting his pajama bottoms back on, his cock still dripping just a bit of jism. "Same time, do you think?"

"Sure, Doctor," Elaine said, laying back on her bed and pulling her sheet over her. "Now I think I'd better get some sleep before church."

Danny left her alone, returning to his room hoping that their parents would decide to sleep in and skip church today. He wondering just what layer of Hell he was going to end up in for all of this. And then he slipped the two fingers that were coated with his sister's juices into his mouth and smiled.

To be continued . . .



Neighborly Relations Pt. 04



This is the fourth part of a story in the "NEIGHBORLY RELATIONS" series. It's best to read them in order, but a quick recap will help here. Neighbors Emily Porter and Patty Trent have taken up a lesbian relationship. Patty's husband knows about it, but Robert Porter does not. Robert did, however, accompany Emily into the Trent back yard to watch his exhibitionist neighbor screw her husband through her bedroom window. The Porter children, Elaine and Danny, know about it, too. In fact, they have video. And, they have video of their parents screwing that excites them very much. Oh, yes, Danny and Elaine have taken up masturbating together lately. And playing doctor, too. MEANWHILE, Jenny and Daryl Peterson had a sex party with Terry and John Carter, and now both couples want more. Everyone will get more, very soon.

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PART FOUR: THE WIVES' CLUB

CHAPTER ONE, The Ugly Duckling

When Patty Trent was growing up, she'd felt that she was plain, less than attractive, because of her braces and greasy skin, lank hair, and a pimple beside her nose that would never go away. Her sister was a beauty, and she had boys fighting to take her out, but Patty knew she'd never have that happen to her. No, not Ugly Patty.

The girl she had been then couldn't see beyond the surface to admire the straightforward prettiness of her face and the inquisitive glow in her eyes. No, she didn't see anything worth much there. So, as she grew, getting rid of her braces in her senior year, and as her breasts began filling out to their eventual pleasing weight and her bottom rounded seductively, she didn't see it happening. No, she was just plain old Patty Rasmussen, Charlotte Rasmussen's ugly little sister. 

It was in college that she began to change her opinions about herself, beginning in the dressing room at the campus pool, where a very pretty blonde coed said, "Damn, I wish I had your ass, Patty. My butt is flat as a boy's butt." Patty had been confused by the compliment, but she returned to her dorm room to study herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Yes, her ass was pretty good, wasn't it? And her tits, while they weren't yet to their eventual D cup size, were shapely and firm. Really not so bad at all.

As for her face, well, she still had trouble seeing what she was looking at.

One night, she was trying on clothing in preparation for going to a movie with her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend. She couldn't decide, and went from one blouse to another, finally settling on a pale yellow blouse that would require a change of bra. She removed her bra and turned to pick up a white one that wouldn't show through. That was when she happened to see the sidewalk outside the window. On that sidewalk, lit by one of the tall lamps gracing the campus, five young men were standing, grinning, and clearly enjoying the sight through her second floor window. Patty was shocked, and she froze for a moment, facing them directly before the boys realized that she was looking back and ran for cover. 

The boys had been watching her change clothes. They had been turned on by what they saw. And, the next time, when she "accidentally" exposed herself, she felt a hot thrill that someone out there, perhaps unseen, was enjoying the view.

At first, she didn't admit to herself that she was purposely exposing herself, but that is what she began doing. Her closet was nearest the window, so she had a perfect excuse. She never left the drapes completely open, as they had been that first time, but about half closed. It was fun capturing the attention of passersby, randomly stopping boys and girls, even a couple professors. Some took a quick look and hurried away in embarrassment, while others stood and stared. It was an erotic thrill to be looked at like that. It made her nipples hard, her pussy wet. 

It was far too fun to stop.

One night in her junior year an Engineering student named Charles Trent stopped outside her window. She'd been putting on these impromptu shows for a year by then, and he knew what he was looking for. Charles wasn't someone who got off by peeping in windows, but he'd been admiring Patty Rasmussen from affair for several months while never working up the nerve to talk to her. When he mentioned to his roommate that he thought she was hot, the other boy agreed and mentioned that, if he was patient and timed things right, he might get to see her naked. 

So, he'd come to look, already enraptured by her beauty fully clothed. This new image was nearly too much to bear. She saw him on the sidewalk, staring at him in return, and he held his ground and didn't run away.

Patty held her ground too, emboldened by the knowledge of her appeal. She came to the window, still topless, and called through the screen, "Hey, you're that guy from English class aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," he replied. "Charles Trent."

"Okay, see you in class tomorrow," she said, closing the draperies. 

A little bit over a year later, they were married.

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They set up housekeeping together, and, while he worked construction, she taught elementary school. They had two children, Debby and Kelly, and they moved into a house on a nice quiet cul-de-sac in the suburbs. Eventually, Charles rose to foreman of the whole operation, and, when the school cut back on teachers, they decided that Patty shouldn't worry about work just then. She became a stay at home mother.

In all that time, Patty had never purposely exposed herself again. She had a muscular husband with a very large cock who loved her more than life itself. She didn't need anyone else to testify to her attractiveness. She forgot about the thrill. 

But one day, in mid winter, the thrill returned. She had just finished her shower and wanted to apply lotion to her legs, but the bottle wasn't in the bathroom. After drying herself, she walked naked to the bedroom looking for the bottle. It wasn't there. Oh, yes, she'd used it in the living room. She walked immediately out to the brightly lit living room. The lotion was on the end table by the picture window sitting under a lamp that was providing some of the illumination on a dim winter day. Giving no thought to the open drapes, she picked up the bottle and poured some lotion on her hand, thinking to put her foot up and apply it right there. 

As she put her foot on the chair, she happened to glance out and see the mailman standing in the middle of the street with a handful of letters and a lust filled expression on her face. Patty's heart hammered within her, as though his scrutiny was an electric charge. Her pussy grew moist as she lowered her leg and turned away from the window, still aware of his eyes on her butt as she slowly walked away. 

Patty wiped the lotion off on a towel and lay on her bed to finger herself to a monumental climax. 

In bed that night, Patty rolled toward her husband and said, "Remember how we met?"

"Yeah, I'd been told there was a cute little stripper on campus and I went to take a look," he said, sliding his hand down over her shoulder and along to her hip. 

"The mailman saw me naked today," she blurted, not knowing any good way to say it. She related the entire story to him, complete with her masturbation, and waited for a reply. His cock, growing against her knee as she lay facing him, presaged the answer. 

"I bet her liked that," Charles said. 

"Yes, it looked like he did, before I ran away from the window."

"You never run away from anything," he teased her then. "You want to be seen again, don't you?" Charles always cut to the heart of the matter, and this was no exception. 

"Yes."

"You don't need my permission, really," he said. "It's your body."

"It's your body, too," Patty told him. "We're married. I wouldn't want to do anything you don't know about."

Charles thought about it, taking his time even as he traced the curve of her buttocks with one hand and moved his cock in to slide up over her knee. Finally, he spoke. 

"Well, I believe that what a person does in their own home is their own business," he said. "I suppose the matter gets tricky when it comes down to leaving curtains open on purpose. Still, to each his own, right?'

Patty gripped his cock in reply, stroking, smiling.

"Just be careful," he told her. "And I don't really have to tell you, but make sure you're not prancing around when little kids might see you."

"Absolutely," she said. "God, I love you." She kissed him deeply, filling the kiss with all the love she had inside. 

The next day, after all the school buses had gone, Patty opened her front curtains and vacuumed her carpet in the nude. Her neighbor, Robert Porter, was just leaving for work, and he slowed as he drove down the street. He was her first audience member, and she thrilled to the idea of giving that boring banker a stiffy. 

Over the next couple years, Patty continued her hobby without problems, and without ever really knowing if any one other than Robert Porter saw her or not. Their little neighborhood was a quiet place that went on its way quietly. Nobody complained, so maybe nobody was watching at all.

Patty couldn't know that both the Peterson's and the Burtons had clear views through her front window from their own darkened living rooms. She didn't know how Daryl and Jenny Peterson, both in their early 50's, liked to watch her and then have a little quickie before Daryl drove down to his car dealership. And she didn't realize that Ralph and Betty Burton had gone so far as to record a couple of her little shows with their high-def camera and have some special loved ones over to enjoy it. She didn't know because they were twenty years older than she was and didn't appear to be particularly sexually active. 

Those neighbors liked her shows because of their old school charm. She wasn't masturbating, fornicating, or standing on her head. She was vacuuming the carpet or dusting furniture. She was just showing off, and they found that rather sweet.

Over time she'd taken to scampering out to her detached garage to sit in their mini van and masturbate while watching the street. Her husband and chief enabler backed the van into the garage for her specifically for that purpose. She loved the thrill of exposure felt during that brief run between the house and the garage.

It was a Wednesday in May when everything changed. Patty had spent the morning cleaning, dusting, and had even gone into the back yard to retrieve some stray toys. Then, in the afternoon, the temptation of the van in the garage was too much to ignore. She hurried out across the driveway with the garage opener in hand and took up her position in the passenger seat of the car. The part of her brain that told her this activity was stupid was no match for the part that was thrilled. Her heart was racing, her pussy wet, and her hand went to her groin immediately. 

And then Emily Porter came out of her house and started the sprinkler on her lawn. She turned, spotted Patty, and approached her where she sat naked in her mini van. Patty finally felt the mortification of discovery. It wasn't a man, who might appreciate the sight and just let it pass. No, it was Emily Porter, the perfect in all ways mother of two and wife of Robert, the staid banker. She would probably call the police and they'd have to leave the neighborhood in shame. 

Patty burst into tears.

"Please don't," Emily said as she hurried around the car to get in on the driver's side. "Don't cry. Don't. I didn't mean to . . ."

"I knew I'd get caught some time," Patty said, bravely fighting back tears and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I just didn't think about, about what it would be like to be caught."

"Well, at least it was me," Emily said. "I just had to find out what was going on."

Patty's tears slowed as the other woman spoke to her, and her opinion of Emily Porter melted into something entirely different than before. 

Emily told her that she had caught a glimpse of her naked body on Monday and had needed to masturbate after seeing her. Emily, her formal, proper neighbor, had been aroused by Patty's body. She'd come out today because she couldn't hold back. She just had to see. 

Patty could see it in her eyes now, pure lust. Emily might not be willing to acknowledge it yet, but she definitely had the hots for Patty Trent. God, that excited Patty. And, before they parted company, the two women sat side by side in the mini van and masturbated together. By the time they finished, Patty figured that maybe she had the hots for Emily, too.

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"Does she shave her pussy?" Charles asked Patty later in bed. His cock displayed his interest in the story Patty had just relayed, and his steady gaze on Patty's face told her he was hoping for more. 

"Why, do you want a piece of her?" Patty teased. 

"No, but the two of you together, man. I just wanted to fill in the image in my mind," he said. 

"You're not mad about it?"

"About what? You got caught and played out a bad hand. What else could you do? Boy, you and Emily Porter." He nodded, clearly enjoying the image in his mind.

"I want it to happen again, Charles," Patty told him. "I'd really like to take it further."

"I figured you did when you started telling me," he said. 

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think that you love me," he said. "You love me every bit as much as I love you. I want you to be happy, babe, but I've got selfish thoughts right now, too. I'm thinking how fun it would be to listen to you describe your encounters."

"Encounters? Plural?"

"I doubt you'll stop at one," he laughed, hugging her. "Just so long as you tell me all about it, it's fine with me."

"Oh, I will," she promised. "I'll tell you in great, intimate detail while you're big fat cock is slamming into my hot, wet cunt. I promise."

"I'll hold you to it." Charles rolled her to her back and kneed her legs apart to lower himself down to the shaved entrance of her hot tunnel. She grasped him, rubbing him on the wet slit and over her clit like a living dildo, and then guided him into the opening and let go. 

He slammed his cock in the rest of the way, all ten inches of him, and Patty cried out in pleasure as he settled into a moderate pace. Charles pumped his cock deep into his wife's wet pussy for a full ten minutes, staring into her eyes all the while, both of them smiling in bliss. And Patty's bliss was complete when he released a hot mass of cum deep in her tunnel. They were soul mates-two perfect sides of one coin.

The next night she told Charles of going into Patty's house unannounced and actually catching the other woman pleasuring herself with a huge dildo. 

"She had it suction-cupped to the table and was squatting up and down on this, this huge, fat fake cock," Patty said. "Jesus, did she get off or what. But you know what she was saying just before she came?" Patty kissed down her husband's stomach and licked up the shaft of his cock, waiting for him to ask. 

"Okay, what did she say?" he asked, settling in to enjoy the ministrations of Patty's tongue. 

"She was saying, 'Fuck me, Charles! Put your big dick in me!' Cool, huh?" She took him into her mouth, circling the head of his cock with her tongue. 

"What? What do you mean?"

"Apparently, her husband told her that he saw your equipment at the gym. She told me that he said you were huge." She took his huge cock into her mouth again, pumping with her hand as she licked and sucked. 

"He told her that? Why?"

"I guess he was comparing you to the huge dildo he bought for her. She thought it was way too big, but he said it wasn't and then reported on your penis size." Patty could feel him firming up even more when she told him that, and she knew a bit about the thrill of knowing that someone out there has been thinking about your body. She took him into her mouth again, sucking and pumping faster. Then she released him to say, "The dildo is sure as long as you, but way fatter. I don't believe anybody's got a dick that fat!" And then she went back to work on his cock. 

"And that's when you guys did it?"

"Oh, yes. We did each other with that fat cock and then went in for the kill," she said, continuing to stroke him. "I pulled her face into my snatch and told her to do me. I told her to 'make me scream like your bitch, suck my clit." She said. "And then I said I'd do her so hard she'd think she died and went to heaven."

"Oh, God, what an image," Charles said. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah, I did. I never thought a woman would actually taste good, but she did in a musky sort of way. I really got off on it." She tickled the opening in the center of his purple head with her tongue, teasing it as she stroked him, and then ran her whole tongue around the head before moving her mouth down to see just how much of his dick she could fit in. Today seemed like a day for firsts, and maybe she'd succeed in deep-throating him.

"What else happened?"

"Her daughter came home early so we had to scramble. We ended up going to the sex store and buying toys, so I think I'm going to have something really good to tell you tomorrow."

"Boy, I don't know if my heart can take it," he teased. "I'd love to see the two of you."

"I'm not sure Emily would mind," Patty said. "It's just that I'm not sure I'm ready to share you."

"I just want to watch."

Patty stood, quivering with sudden excitement. "Get up, big boy," she said, and she lay on the bed when he stepped off on the floor. Patty began rubbing her pussy, exciting her hard clit even further as she slid up so that her head hung off the side of the bed. "Come on and have at me," she told him.

"Oh, don't be silly. I don't need a deep throat job," Charles told her. 

"But I want to do one," Patty said. The thought had come over her without prompting as she was telling him her story, and now she just had to try. They had tried it a couple times without success. Her gag reflex was nearly as strong as her need to breathe air. This time would be different, she felt. 

"Come on. If I can eat pussy I can deep throat ten inches. And I promise to push you off if I'm choking or something. You're not going to kill me." She looked up at his cock from below, his balls hanging heavy, pendulous below. Reaching up, she grasped him and pulled him forward to where she could suck his balls into her mouth gently, juggling them with her tongue as he sighed. 

"Okay," he said at last. "Just give me a minute to be ready before you start. I don't want you having to work too hard." 

She took his scrotum back into her mouth as he began stroking himself and watching her move her fingers in her pussy. Watching her glistening fingers and seeing her breasts sliding over her rib cage, flattened as she lay on her back, was a thrill, and he was soon ready. "Open up," he said, backing slightly.

Patty grasped his cock and said, "Fuck my face, baby. Shoot that load so deep that I can't even taste it." And then she relaxed her throat and let her mouth hang open, inhaling deeply as she took the bulbous head into her mouth and pulled him deeper. His rock hard cock slid in over her tongue and touched the back of her throat, nearly gagging her, but she willed herself to relax, to open up, to take him all the way in. 

Soon, Charles' balls were hitting her closed eyes as he moved himself in her throat. She was swallowing, exciting him further, and his release came swiftly. He felt himself exploding into her throat and then stumbled back, gasping, filling her mouth and then leaving one last spurt of cum on the side of her nose. 

"Holy sit," Charles said, falling onto the bed beside her. 

"Exactly," Patty agreed, swallowing the shot of cum that had filled her mouth as he was withdrawing. "I don't know if I can ever do it again, but I'm sure as hell glad I got to try it out."

"You and me both." And the husband and wife laughed together. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 04



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The next night she was able to tell him about her adventures with Emily and a strap-on, filling in the sordid details after he'd tied her up and taken her from behind across the bed until her pussy forced her to stop talking and scream with pleasure. 

"I told Emily that I fantasized about having an audience," she told him, between orgasms. "Said I'd like someone to watch."

"Shit, no, really?" Charles sounded appalled, but his cock seemed to become a bit harder at the news. "Why?"

"You know why," she said, trying to see out into the back yard through her always open bedroom drapes. Another orgasm was building so she spoke fast. "And so she can see what a good thing I've got here. So she can, be, be," no use, words failed her again as he slammed all the way into her and prompted a massive orgasm. 

Charles moved to her head then, putting his cock into her mouth roughly as she pretended to fight against the rather loose restraints he'd secured her with. She sucked him eagerly, thinking she might have seen movement in the yard. "I'm afraid I'd go all limp if I had an audience," he said. 

"They wouldn't be in the room with you, dummy," she said. And he replied by pulling her head back onto his cock by the hair and then throwing her back onto the bed to enter her from behind with powerful thrusts. 

Patty rode back on his cock, pumping her round butt back against him as she stared out of the window. There was a movement then, and Emily stepped forward out in the yard so that she was just in the light. She was with her husband, Robert! Knowing about the audience and the fact that it was a mixed party brought Patty to climax almost immediately. That one should be the last one for a while or she'd overload. 

"Let me blow you," she said. "I've got to rest my pussy."

"I thought you'd never ask," Charles said, releasing her bonds and lying on the bed. 

Patty knelt and took him into her mouth, wanting Robert to see her do it. She could imagine him masturbating as he watched. God, this was so good. Looking outside, she could see them standing just at the edge of the shaft of light that flooded onto the back yard from their bedroom window. Oh, yes, Emily had dropped her pants and was humping her own hand while kneeling at Robert's cock, sucking him just as Patty was sucking Charles. 

Patty climbed to allow Charles' expert tongue access to her pussy. The touch of his tongue on her clit was almost too much, but she maintained her rhythm on his cock despite the urge to dissolve in orgasm. Finally, Charles erupted into her mouth and then down over her pumping hand and Patty rolled off to lie panting on the bed. 

Patty licked the cum off of her hand, wondering if Robert had filled Emily's mouth out there in the dark yard. When Charles went to the bathroom, Patty scampered to the window and opened it. 

"Did you have fun?" she asked, she asked the darkness. 

"Oh, yes," Emily answered, coming forward with Robert, who was holding his pants up. "How about you?"

"Great time. Good, I was hoping you'd bring hubby," she said. "Hi, Robert. Nice cock." She nodded toward his half erect member protruding above his pants. 

"Hi, uh, thanks." 

"Gotta go," Patty said then. "Time for act two. Don't worry about Charles seeing you. He doesn't have his contacts in." She closed the window and returned to the bed just as her husband returned with his cock every bit as hard as it had begun. 

Later, she'd tell him about their audience. Not now. At this moment she wanted to fuck her brains out and wish the whole world could be watching.

CHAPTER TWO, An Invitation

It was Patty's exhibitionism the proved to be the catalyst for change in the neighborhood. Previous to that Wednesday in May, when Emily discovered her hobby, the people on the cul-de-sac were quiet, but friendly, tidy, upright, and boring. The Burtons and Petersons were in their fifties, with their children married and gone. The Adams and the Carter families were young families newly arrived with toddlers, and each of them pregnant with a baby on the way. The Mosswells had lived on the street for a little over three years, and, as the only African American family, they had really only just seemed to feel comfortable here. The Porters had lived there for over ten years and were an established presence seen as a sober, intelligent family that could be counted on to keep a low profile and never rock the boat. When the Trents moved in five years earlier they had seemed to be the same. 

But then Patty Trent began appearing in her front window in her birthday suit. People began to take notice. They started imagining possibilities. And, after Jenny Peterson saw Emily Porter join Patty Trent in sexual congress right in her front room, she decided it was time to get things rolling. 

Jennifer was a robust woman of 52 years with pendulous breasts, an ample but not unbecoming backside, and, what she derisively called "thunder thighs." Back in the day, she and her husband, Daryl, had presided over a rather raucous neighborhood. Four of the families on the street regularly held strip pinochle parties, traded spouses for the night, played "Truth or Dare" and never turned down a dare. 

The street was rocking in the 80's, but time moved on, and new neighbors moved in, and Jenny didn't think she'd ever have such dirty good times again. But Patty brought the good times back to mind and got her juices flowing. 

And so it was that Jenny Peterson knocked on the Trent's door on Sunday afternoon, with a smile on her face and lust in her heart. 

"Come on in, Jenny," Patty said, ushering the older woman into her home. "How are you?" 

"Oh, I'm just fine. In wonderful spirits," Jenny said, and she grasped Patty by the shoulders and kissed her on her cheek. "I came with an invitation of sorts, but I'm afraid it needs a bit of explaining."

"Sit down. Coffee?"

"Yes, please," Jenny said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. When Patty brought the coffee and sat in her own chair, Jenny asked, "Is your husband around? I didn't see the kids, either."

"They went to a movie," Patty explained. "He's the movie lover in the house. I'm more of a pay-per-view lady."

"Well, it's just as well that they aren't here, dear. Then we can talk freely."

"That sounds kind of ominous," Patty said.

"Oh, no, not at all. But it is a private conversation, dear. Not something for the kids." Jenny sipped her coffee and smiled at Patty before speaking again. "Daryl and I have really enjoyed your housecleaning the past couple years," she said. "It's almost sweet, you see, how innocent you seem doing it."

"Oh, gee," Patty said, blushing. She wasn't worried, however. Jenny had said they enjoyed it, so she wasn't here to complain. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Very much. The whole idea of cleaning house naked is like a throw back to the old Playboy era, when there was some style involved. Nowadays, if a woman wants to display her body, she spreads her legs and sees how many strange things she can shove into herself." Jenny laughed, shaking her head.

"It's very weird to hear you talking like this, Jenny. I guess I've always thought of you as a, well, a . . ."

"An old fart living down the road," Jenny finished. "A grandma, maybe."

"Not an old fart, but, sure, a grandma maybe."

"Years ago, when the first owners lived here, a few of the couples used to get together for mutual satisfaction," Jenny said. "You know, good clean dirty fun."

"What?" Was this really Jenny Peterson talking to her? Patty wasn't sure what she was hearing.

"I guess it was as many as four couples in the group. We played strip poker and traded spouses for whole nights. Sometimes we just piled on and tried to fuck everyone."

"Why are you telling me?"

"Now that you've taken up with Emily Porter, I was thinking that maybe you'd like to join in if we started up again. Swinging, I guess you'd call it, though it sounds silly."

"You saw us?"

"Well, when you draw attention, people will pay attention, and I've got a very good pair of binoculars," Jenny said. She thought of telling her about Danny Porter but decided not to mix into that subject. "And you guys weren't being shy."

"Emily will be so embarrassed," Patty sighed. 

"She needn't be," Jenny assured her. "You both have lovely bodies, and I've been working up the courage to stop over and talk to you for a couple months now. You see, I really miss the old days."

Patty sipped her coffee and regarded the other woman with new eyes. Sure, she was a lovely woman, with good skin and no gray in her hair at all. And her breasts? Well, she could well imagine her being very popular in such an arrangement. 

Jenny put her cup down and reached to touch Patty's hand on the table. When Patty didn't move her hand, she gripped it more firmly. "I was thinking of having a little party on Tuesday night," she said. "Play pinochle, drink wine. Get naked if it seems like a good idea. Would your husband be interested?"

"Charles? No, I doubt it," Patty said. "Not right now, anyway, but you never know about the future."

"I'll be just ladies, then. A wives' club. That's why I came over, to invite you and your girlfriend."

"Just women?"

"Sure, if your husband wouldn't be interested, that is. Besides, then we can chat a bit," Jenny explained. "You know, enjoy the party before the action. Men just want to put their dick in somebody right away, but women take it easy. And I don't believe that Robert Porter is part of your activities. I expected that Charles must know about you, of course, because he backs the car in so you can run out there some days when the urge gets to be too much, but it I can't imagine Robert as part of it. Besides, Terry Carter can't bring her husband because he's got to stay with the kids, and it wouldn't be fair for him to miss out."

"Terry Carter?" That chipper young pregnant thing at the end of the block?

"Oh, yes, we had a lovely party last Thursday. Just the four of us played strip and dare." Jenny's gaze settled somewhere off in the distance then, looking at the past. "Watching you got us thinking, but before I could broach the subject with you, the Carters popped up like magic. Daryl has always had a thing for pregnant women."

"Wow," was all Patty could think to say. 

"I thought maybe I'd grow old and die without playing these little games again," Patty continued. "But my neighbors have turned out to be a whole lot more interesting than I had thought."

Oh, yes, a whole lot more interesting, Patty thought after Jenny had gone home. It might be fun to play cards with the other ladies. Maybe, if they played those cards right, they could get their husbands to come along.

But she needed Emily to come with her. It took four people to play pinochle.

#

Though Charles found the news that John Carter and his wife had joined in some kind of sex thing with the Peterson's, he wasn't terribly interested in joining. But he did think that a woman's pinochle party was a great idea. Of course, he would. 

"Maybe you can convince Jenny to leave her windows open," he suggested from between her legs. "And lend me her binoculars." Then he pushed her legs wider and lapped his tongue up along her labia to her clit, sending the already gasping woman over the edge so that her legs closed in the spasm of her climax. Charles had already cum, the evidence drying on her chest, and he returned the favor four-fold.

"I'll ask," she said. "Oh, God, honey. You'd better stop. I don't want it to start tickling and ruin it."

He pulled himself up on top of his wife to kiss her before rolling off to her side. "Good," he said. "I was about to get a cramp in my tongue."

#

Emily's reaction was a bit different.

"What? Oh, no. Hell no!" she exclaimed as she sat across Patty's kitchen table on Monday morning. "And she saw us? Oh, hell, that's all I need."

Emily had spent Sunday fretting about her daughter and what she should do about her sneaky perversions. Elaine, her lively 18 year-old, redheaded daughter, had been spying on her parents. Emily had seen her watching her father masturbate-and the only reason she didn't go ballistic on her then was because she didn't want to embarrass Robert with that knowledge. But then she'd discovered that Elaine had shot video of Patty going down on Emily, as well as taking a video of her parents making love, she became beside herself with worry. What was that girl up to? Was she sick?

She wanted to find a way to stop her activities without Robert or her son, Danny, finding out. Why had her daughter turned out to be such a perv? 

All day Sunday, Emily could barely look at her daughter and probably didn't speak more than a dozen words to her. How could she?

Now she found out that Jenny Peterson had seen her and Patty and watched them like a TV show. Damn! At this rate, Robert was bound to find out about her girl on girl action. Damn that girl, and damn her for allowing herself to fall into this mess.

"I should never have done this," she said then. "I mean, you and me, watching you from your yard, all of that. It's a slippery slope. I'm so embarrassed."

"Did you have fun?"

"A person shouldn't have to feel this guilty for fun," Emily snapped. "And being with a woman. I shouldn't have given in."

"I didn't twist your arm, girl."

"No, I meant give into my own evil urges. Not you."

"I don't see the problem," Patty said then. "I don't imagine you have to pile onto a lesbian group grope if you don't want to, but you definitely can't play pinochle without at least four people. We'd need you for that much."

"Lesbian. Oh God, I'm not, really, am I?" Emily felt a surge of sorrow inside and fought the urge to cry. "I'm so bad."

"Don't be a dope," Patty said, feeling a bit pissed just then. "Don't lick pussy if you don't want to. Just stick around for dildo fun. I don't see what the big deal is. I mean, Robert seemed to get off on it the other night. Didn't he?"

"Oh, yes, he certainly did," Emily admitted, tears coming even closer now. "But . . ."

"But?" Patty stared at her friend. What hadn't he liked about watching her and Charles screwing through their bedroom window. Why was . . . oh, that was it. "You haven't told him about us," Patty said. "He doesn't know."

"No, he doesn't." Emily admitted, wiping a tear away with the back of her hand. "I just don't know how to tell him, Patty. I don't know what he'll think of me."

An exasperated sigh escaped Patty's lips then. "He'll want to watch, you idiot. If he's willing to go window peeping with you and let you suck him off in a neighbor's yard then you know he's not a total stuck-up prude. Hell, he's your husband. You should know what gets him off."

"But I'm better than that," Emily said. "I'm a mother."

"I'm not better?" Patty snapped. "Christ, I'm a mother, too." She stood then and walked to the sink to rinse out her cup. She didn't trust herself to say any more just then and gave herself time to settle down. 

Emily saw the pain in her friend's eyes as she stood, and she immediately moved up behind her and circled her with her arms. "I'm sorry," she said, kissing the back of Patty's neck. "I didn't mean us. I mean that Robert would think I'm better. You know, I don't want to disappoint him."

Patty leaned back against Emily as the other woman stroked her hands down lightly over her breasts and held her closely around her stomach. She savored the perfume tinted warmth of another woman every bit as much as the brawny sexuality of a man. 

"Well, you'll have to tell him sometime, and the sooner the better." Patty turned then, kissing Emily's cheek, and Emily returned her kisses. 

"Do you want to play cards?" Patty whispered into the main of Emily's auburn hair. 

"Oh, yes," Emily sighed. "I can't help it anymore. I might as well enjoy my slide down the slippery slope."

#

Emily didn't tell Robert anything. She glared at Elaine all day Sunday and sat alternating between worry about her own behavior and anger about Elaine. 

Seeing how tense she was, Robert suggested that a night with the neighbor ladies was probably a good idea. "It would help you relax," he said. 

That comment made her feel so guilty about how she was behaving that she dragged him into their master bathroom and sucked his cock right after supper. She didn't allow any foreplay or allow him to return the favor in any way, but knelt to blow him as she imagined a whore might do. She wanted to find some way to make things better without turning it into a pleasant reward for herself. 

Of course, when she felt the warm spurt of his cum in her mouth, she couldn't help a thrill of feeling in her groin. It always turned her on to give him pleasure. 

#

Robert spent Sunday with his own worries. He had greatly enjoyed watching the neighbor's screw, and the illicit thrill of screwing his wife in their yard while watching the show was beyond any thrill he'd ever had. But that was the problem. The thrill. 

When he was a young man, he used to enjoy watching the neighbors through their windows. It wasn't always easy to get a look, of course, but he usually saw enough between the curtains or under the blinds to get off. Thinking back now, he couldn't begin to count the number of yards where he'd left traces of his DNA. He had especially enjoyed seeing the neighborhood mothers in action. Seeing the other side of his friends' staid mothers and then seeing them the next day, fully clothed and in full mom mode was great. And now his wife had taken him back to that thrill.

He was beyond that now, wasn't he? He was an officer at the bank, a respected member of the community. He could chalk up the incident watching the Trents to his heightened arousal last night, but he hoped that he'd never be as weak as that again. He couldn't afford to be caught in such behavior. 

Still, what would he see if he took a turn around the neighborhood? He wondered about the Carters and the Adams women. Pregnant women. That was another thrill he'd tried to put behind him. 

And what about Emily? Their sex had always been good, but she'd always been a very proper lady aside from the bedroom. He would never have imagined her peeking, even if she was invited. What had caused her to change?

CHAPTER THREE, Party On

Tania Mosswell was at her front window on Tuesday evening when Patty Trent and Emily Porter walked across the street to the Peterson house. Patty was carrying a paper sack, and the two women were laughing together as they scurried across and entered the house. A moment later, Terry Carter walked past Tania's window and crossed to the Peterson house. 

What was going on? A party? 

Tania was 44, tall, with skin the color of café au lait, and she was built with ample breasts and enough on the back side to fill a man's heart with nasty thoughts. She and her husband, Robert, were full professors at the university and well respected in their professions. She was satisfied with her standing and her life in general, but there were still nagging doubts about the neighborhood they'd moved into nearly three years ago. Were they respected in their neighborhood?

The Mosswells were the only African American family on the cul-de-sac, and that normally seemed to be no big deal. Their neighbors seemed to treat them just the same as they treated each other, and they were invited to the same back yard parties as the others, too. It was mostly the Trents and Porters who threw parties, though the Petersons had once, too. Nobody stared at them or talked down to them. And (thank God) nobody ever tried to impress them with some kind of urban street talk. It was a nice place. 

But still . . .

Tania couldn't help but feel that she was being left out. In their old neighborhood, the people were in and out of each other's houses regularly, and they had a hard time going out in the yard without falling into a conversation with somebody. It had been friendlier there. Of course, that neighborhood had been a majority black suburb. Maybe white people really were more reserved, more stick-up-the-ass than what she was used to. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 04



But still . . .

What were those women doing over there? Why hadn't she been invited?

"I wonder what's going on at the Petersons?" she said, turning to her husband, who was seated on his recliner reading a student essay. 

Robert was tall and strong, with distinguished streaks of gray in his close cropped hair. She loved that man, but she couldn't help but feel a bit dissatisfied when she saw him in his usual place on that chair either reading papers or watching sports on the TV. He was becoming every bit as dull as this white neighborhood. 

"What do you mean?" he said, looking up over his reading glasses. 

"Women are going over there," she said. "It looks like a party."

"Tupperware party, I suppose," he said, with a dismissive little laugh. 

"Women don't just get together for Tupperware," Tania said. "I don't need attitude about women's parties. You know damn well that . . ."

"Hold your horses, lady," he said. "I'm not dissing women in general. Just the stuck up, tight-ass women in this neighborhood. You know that."

"Okay, yeah, I know that." She smiled then. "I guess I'm feeling a little left out. Why wouldn't they invite me?"

"Cause a real woman would be a threat to their own femininity."

"You sure know what to say, don't you?"

"Go over and see what's going on," he suggested. "Go say you want to borrow something. See if they invite you to join them. If they don't, we'll sell the house and get the hell out of here."

"You don't feel it, do you? You don't feel left out."

"No, because there's nothing to be left out of. These folks don't do anything but watch TV. And the men talk about their lawns when you see them on the street. I really don't think those women mean to leave you out of anything."

"No, probably not," she said.

Tania left him to his reading and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, trying to put the thoughts out of her mind. She couldn't. 

Did they dislike her because she was black? New in the neighborhood? Because she was better educated? What? What had she done wrong? 

Nothing. She'd done nothing wrong, and there was no reason on earth not to go calling on Jenny Peterson if she wanted to. She wasn't going to let those women upset her any more. 

#

The women in Jenny's house were at the dining room table with cards dealt out before them and wine glasses at their sides. Terry Carter, six months along, was drinking filtered tap water, of course. Jenny and Terry were partners playing against the team of Patty and Emily. Only Jenny and Emily actually knew the rules of pinochle, but Terry knew bridge and Patty knew several other games, so it wasn't hard for them all to get up to speed. 

It was their third hand, and the team of Peterson and Carter was without stockings and blouses. Jenny didn't mind, of course, since the object was to lose eventually, but the card player in her wished that Terry was better at this. 

"I wish I had ever had the nerve to prance around in my front window," Jenny said, laughing. "Never did, though. It must be liberating."

"Well, it turns me on, anyway," Patty said, concentrating on a hand overloaded with trump cards. "And Charles, too, especially now that there's so much going on around here."

"You talk about this? Did you told him about us?" Emily said, trying to follow her partner's lead. "He knows?"

"Of course, silly. Why wouldn't I tell him?"

"I, well, sure, why not? Did you tell him we were watching you fuck the other night?"

"No, I haven't told him that yet," Patty admitted, slapping down the final card to take all of the tricks of that hand. "Okay, ladies, strip!"

Jenny and Terry stood, Jenny doing a shimming little dance, and they removed their slacks. "Beginner's luck," Jenny said. 

"Oh, what pretty underwear," Patty said, admiring the floral pants just covering Terry's swollen crotch. 

"Thanks, I . . ."

The doorbell rang, and everyone froze a moment before Jenny struggled back into her slacks and ran to the door pulling her blouse back on. "It's Tania Mosswell," she said back to them after a quick glance through the peep-hole. She opened the door.

"Tania, hi!" she said, all smiles but not quite moving to admit the other woman. "What brings you around?"

"I was going to ask to borrow something," Tania said, tersely but smiling. "But that would be transparent and stupid. What I really wanted to know was if you were having a party over here."

"Party? Oh, no, we're just playing cards."

"Cards? Oh." Tania frowned, noticing that Jenny hadn't invited her in. In fact, it seemed as though Jenny was purposely blocking the door. "I play cards."

"I didn't know that," Jenny said. "It's just that, well, we . . ."

"If you don't want me in, just say so," Tania said then, her temper about to burst. "Jesus, Jenny, I'm not going to cry."

Noting the anger in the other woman's voice, Jenny suddenly realized how this might look to her, and she put one hand to her mouth as she said, "Oh, no, I guess I didn't think of how it might look. Come right in." She backed away and led Tania into her home. 

"It's pinochle. It takes four," she said lamely as she took her into the dining room where Terry had put her clothing on as well. "Would you like some wine?"

"No, I don't really want to intrude," Tania said, her lips tight and eyes glaring. "But even if only four can play, I can't help but think you might have asked if I knew the game."

"Do you know it?" Jenny said, with a laugh. "My partner's horrible." The other women laughed nervously. 

"Yes, I do," Tania replied. "Well, I guess I'll get back home." She turned and strode toward the door, leaving four women looking alarmed and embarrassed behind her. 

It was Patty that put things right. "Hey, Tania," she called out, following her to the door. "Do you think we're a bunch of racist assholes?" There, the subject was in the open now.

"Not yet, but I sure don't know what to think," Tania said, turning. 

"We're not. We just don't know you too well yet. We don't know what you like, and such. What turns you on."

"You get to know all of that by talking, lady, and this neighborhood isn't much on that, is it?"

"No, I guess not. Come back and sit," Jenny said, taking Tania's arm and leading her back. "Here, sit by me, and we can talk while we play."

Terry and Emily looked at Jenny nervously, but Patty smiled. It would be better for Tania to think they're all perverts than racists. The first might be embarrassing, but the second was cruel. 

"We're playing a special kind of pinochle." Jenny handed her a glass of wine and took her seat. "It's kind of, well, odd. Embarrassing, too."

"How can card playing be embarrassing?" What was wrong with these women? Were they really scared to be caught playing cards?

"It's strip pinochle," Patty said. "And my team is winning."

"Strip pinochle?" Tania was dumbfounded. What on earth was that?

"It's our first game together," Jenny said. "Until recently, I didn't know there was anyone else in the neighborhood who liked to play, you know, games. Suddenly, I've got these lovely new friends."

"And my husband, too," Terry put in, wanting to get everything out. "And Daryl, too."

"But this is just ladies night," Jenny said. "Like Patty said, we don't know what turns you on, and we just didn't want you to think badly of us."

"Why would I think badly of you?"

"You teach Women's Studies, right?" Patty said. "Sex games are a little sexist, after all."

"They might be seen as demeaning to women," Emily said then. "But I've found these new activities rather empowering."

"So it isn't because I'm black?"

"Goodness no," Jenny said, beginning to unbutton her blouse. "It's because we didn't know if you were interest in fooling around."

"We'd have figured out a way to ask you eventually," Patty put in. "You and your husband."

Tania laughed and sipped at her wine as she let herself relax. "So you aren't racist, you're sexist," she said. "Well, that's much better. And, actually, Women's Studies isn't a field concerned with blaming men for everything and pretending that sex isn't fun. It's about empowerment. A woman has the right to get her kicks any way she wants too. She can get down with the sisters or screw a room full of men if she wants. Just as long as it is her choice."

"Okay, then," Jenny said, throwing her blouse aside and standing to step out of her pants again. "We'll play and chat at the same time. You can certainly join us if you want to, but I don't know how to work a fifth player into the game."

"No, I don't . . ." Don't what? While Tania had never been with a woman in the biblical sense, she had experienced a couple hard core vibrator sessions with her roommate back in college. "Well, I'll just watch for now."

"I love putting on a show," Patty said, grinning. 

#

"Come on." Danny Porter stood in the doorway of his sister's room, their camera in hand. "Let's go see what the neighbors are up to," he said. 

"Where's dad?" Elaine was comfortable where she was. 

"Watching TV. Come on."

"Mom's pissed at me," Elaine said, standing. "I know that she saw me."

"So she's pissed," Danny said. "Can't do much about it, unless you want to ask her about it."

Elaine smiled, her freckled face glowing with mirth. "Hey, Mom, are you mad at me for watching you and Dad fuck? Boy, that's a good plan."

"Let's go."

They stopped by the living room to tell their father they were going out and then went into the night, just after sunset, to see what more they could find out about the neighbors.

#

Tania Mosswell was feeling an uncomfortable heat by nine o'clock. The Trent Porter team was in underwear and bras, but the Peterson Carter team was bare-ass naked. Sitting here now, watching Jenny's breasts sway as she dealt cards and admiring the swell of her thighs, Tania had to admit to herself that she was getting turned on. And Terry Carter was so beautiful in her condition. Her breasts hung heavily against the swell of her stomach and she did actually seem to glow. 

Finally, Tania gave in. "I wonder if you ladies would mind me getting more comfortable?" she said, beginning to unbutton her own blouse. "I don't feel it would be fair for me to remain as I am why you reveal yourselves like this. Not fair at all."

There was no objection, and the ladies resumed play as she stripped to her own bra and panties. That helped cure the external heat, but it did nothing for the heat within her. She'd never done what she expected was about to happen, but felt that she could be drawn in very easily. 

When Jenny and Terry lost another hand (after Patty and Emily had become braless) Tania found out just how a team could continue playing after losing everything they might bet. 

"Okay, I guess you guys should show us how good you are at kissing," Patty said. "And if you want to play grab-ass at the same time, that's fine with me."

Jenny and Terry jumped up and met at Terry's end of the table. The two women embraced and then kissed with great ardor and movement of tongues. Of course their hands roamed, squeezing soft flesh and holding their bodies together. Of course Jenny kissed around Terry's neck so that she could fondle the full breasts that were beginning to drip milk in their excitement. Of course, Jenny's hands moved down to Terry's wet pussy.

And, of course, Tania couldn't help but move her own hands down to her groin, touching herself and wishing she dared to answer her need to masturbate. 

When the ladies resumed play, it was clear that Patty and Emily were no longer interested in winning. When they lost the next hand, it was clearly on purpose. 

"Now what?" Tania asked. 

"You look like you want to play," Jenny said, noting the dampness of her panties and the excited rise and fall of her large breasts. "Would you mind if I helped you out of that hot bra?"

"I don't, well, no I wouldn't." Tania felt her whole body tingle. This was so dirty!

"Stand up." 

Tania complied, her nipples already hard in anticipation of their exposure. 

"Can I help you with those panties?" Emily asked. She was fully committed now, ready for anything, and what she really wanted now was to bring Tania fully into their game. 

"Yes, you may," Tania said. 

She shivered at the touch of Jenny's fingers on the clasp of her bra followed by Emily smoothing her hands down over her hips and then grasping her panties to pull them down. And, when Patty came over to kiss her breast without asking, Tania didn't mind at all. She stood there pretending that she was a prisoner, unable to deny her captors anything. She wanted to put herself in their gentle hands and let the evening go where it would. 

The hand that stroked down to her sex confirmed her desire. She nearly collapsed at the touch on her clit. Laughing then, the ladies led her into the living room where Jenny got busy spreading comforters on the furniture and on the floor. She gave into their kisses and stroking touches and began looking to return their favors. She found a breast and lifted it, sucking at the nipple, and was rewarded by a spurt of mother's milk. 

Oh, dirty fun, indeed.

#

Danny and Elaine Porter would have moved around into the Mosswell yard, but Tillman Mosswell was just coming out of the house when they got there. 

"Hi, Till," Danny said as he joined them on the sidewalk. They had gone to high school together and shared an interest in computers that bridged the new neighbor gap between them immediately. "What's up?"

"Nothing," he said. "Bored." He glanced at Elaine but pulled his eyes away quickly. She'd always intrigued him with red hair that nearly as curly as a black woman's hair, and skin that was so pale and yet highlighted with cinnamon colored freckles. All that, and she was beautiful, as well. Damn. "What are you guys doing?"

"That's a little hard to explain," Elaine said. 

"Spying," said Danny.

They explained briefly what their mission was, but left out any reference to spying on him, and said how they were planning to check up on the Burtons and see what was on their TV. It didn't take much convincing to get Tillman to join them, though he thought it was all pretty stupid. 

"Got nothing else to do," he said. "But don't you guys ditch me, or anything. Neighborhood would freak if they caught a black man peeking in their window alone."

"We got your back, Till," Danny said. "Come on."

Their first stop was the Adams house. This time, they were rewarded by the sight of Claudia Adams emerging from the shower. 

"Oh my, oh my," Tillman sighed. "Look at her. She's like, like, oh my."

Elaine grinned at the reaction both boys had to the nude pregnant woman. "Don't jerk off this time, Danny," she whispered. 

"Oh, shut up," Danny said, embarrassed. He started recording a video, glaring at his sister.

"So you been back here before," Tillman laughed. "Sister catch you getting down with yourself?"

"It was outside the Burton's window," Elaine said, trying to see if there was anything special happening in Tillman's pants right then. The night was too dark by then, and she could see nothing. 

Claudia Adams finished drying herself and went into the bedroom. Unfortunately, that window was covered. End of show. 

"You guys are weirder than I thought," Tillman said as they sneaked over to the Burton yard. He was thinking of what he'd just seen and trying to walk without too much discomfort. No wonder there is so much pregnant out there. She was hot. "You do this very much?"

"It's only our second time," Elaine told him. "We used to do it when we were kids, but we could never go out late enough to see anything really cool. Okay, now be quiet because it looks like the TV is on in their back room."

The TV was on, and it was playing a scene similar to the other night. On screen, the mother of the Porters' friend, Cathy Burton, was on a kneeling between the legs of Doris Burton, Cathy's aunt. 

"Holy fuck," Tillman said, hotly. The Porter's shushed him right away. 

Soon, Cathy's father joined the act, kneeling on the far side of the bed to put his hard cock into his sister's mouth while his wife pulled her legs up over her shoulders and got busy. It wasn't long before Kent Burton was spurting cum into Doris's mouth, and both of the boys wished they dared pull their dicks out and produce their own spurts of joy. 

Elaine had a similar feeling, but she really wanted to have Tillman's cock provide the relief for her. If she could only think of a way to ditch her brother.

They watched the TV as the threesome was joined by Betty Burton, Cathy's 58 year-old grandmother. The woman was fit, tough sagging a bit. Danny was thinking that he'd fuck her while Tillman had decided that he would not. 

Tillman wouldn't fuck any of the women on the screen. They all looked too much like somebody's mom. He'd fuck the girl standing beside him at the window. That's who he'd like to fuck. 

Kent Burton walked off and Ralph Burton, the grandfather, moved in after a moment of picture movement when he apparently handed the camera to his son. He plowed his cock happily into the rear of his son's wife, who was still lapping the pussy of his daughter. His daughter was finger fucking her mother by then as the older woman stood upright at the side of the bed. 

"These guys are all family?" Tillman was amazed. 

"Yup. You remember Cathy Burton, don't you?" Danny asked. "Well the lady with old man Burton's dick in her ass is Cathy's mother. She's eating Cathy's aunt's pussy, and the aunt is giving her own mom a hand job. Freaky, right?"

"Yeah, sick puppies," he said. 

"To each his own," Elaine said, somewhat defensively. "I bet your dick is plenty hard right now."

"Didn't say it wasn't a turn on. They ain't my family." Then he smirked. "Too ugly to be my family."

"I'd fuck them," Danny said. "Even grandma."

"You'd fuck a hole in the ground, you dip," Elaine put in. 

"What about the Petersons?" Till said then, tired of the video that was clearly coming to an end on the TV.

"They're playing pinochle," Elaine said. "My mom's over there. Boring."

"Let's look anyway." Danny led the way next door, thinking that if his mother and Patty Trent were there anything could be happening. 

The Peterson's dining room had a window opening on the back yard, but when they crouched at that window, the room was empty. Movement could be seen through the doorway to the living room, but they were just indistinct pale shapes. Elaine hurried around to see if any of the living room curtains were open, but the curtains were closed on both the side window and picture window. By tilting her head, Elaine could see a sliver of the other room, but it seemed empty. Then a pale form moved past the crack, followed by a dark form. She saw laughing lips, nipples, and pubic hair. She saw half of the face of Tillman's mom.

Elaine jumped back from the window, wondering what was going on and what she should tell the boys. Tillman sure didn't want to catch his mom here. She decided to pull them away as fast as possible, but it was too late when she got back to their perch at the dining room window. 

"That's really your mom?" Tillman was whispering in Danny's ear. "Jesus, man, you believe this shit?"

"Yeah, sure do," Danny said, snapping pictures as Elaine joined them with a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Hell of a pinochle game."

"You taking pictures of your own mom?"

"No, the pregnant chick with her," Danny said. "Holy shit."

Emily was standing with her lips locked onto Terry Carter's breast and her fingers inserted in her pussy. A bottle of wine that she'd apparently come out to get sat forgotten on the table as Terry held Emily's head to her breast and let her head fall back in a sigh. She leaned her butt back against the table, allowing Emily's ardent suckling to push her back to lean on her elbows on the table and finally lay down while Emily straddled her leg, rubbing herself against her as she thrust two fingers into her pregnant cunt. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 04



"Holy fuck." Tillman had to adjust himself, slipping a hand into his pants to unfold his hard-on. Of course Elaine saw him do it, but it couldn't be helped. "You mom's kinda kinky," he said to her quickly. 

"So am I, once you get to know me," Elaine said, licking her lips.

"Get at room, you two," Danny whispered, watching his mother kiss down over the swelling expanse of Terry Carter's belly to kneel between her legs, fingers probing and tongue circling the swollen clit. 

"Let's go," Elaine said. 

"No." Both boys in unison. Then they laughed. 

"Hey, if you don't mind me watching your mom eat snatch, I don't mind staying."

"If you like it so much, why don't you jerk off?" Elaine said. She kept her eyes on the door to the living room and prayed that Tania Mosswell wouldn't come into this room. 

"Don't mind if I do," said Danny, but made no move to do so. 

A dark form approached the dining room, moving just to the other side of the door, but then turned back and disappeared again. Patty Trent came through laughing and snatched up the bottle, saying something to Emily as she swatted her bottom playfully. The women draped over the dining room table got up and followed her into the other room as Elaine sighed in relief, Danny moaned in frustration, and Tillman stood silently staring into the empty room. 

"This is weird enough for me," Tillman said, quietly. "I'm going home. Okay?"

"Yeah, we are, too," Danny said. Good night, Till."

They followed him to the street and parted, each walking slowly to their own homes. 

"That was close," Elaine said. 

"What, cause Till's mom was there?" 

"Did you see her? Did he see her?"

"He was too busy looking at mom sucking clit to look at anything else," Danny said. "I don't think he saw her."

But Tillman Mosswell had seen his mother. Not much, just a glimpse of her face and her breasts over the table before she returned to the other room, but she was the only black woman in the neighborhood, wasn't she? 

He walked home feeling conflicted and ill at ease. That was his mother at some lesbian daisy chain. His mom! And yet his cock was still rigid within his pants. He was still excited as hell. What did that say about him?

All he knew now was that he wanted to get off. He'd think about what it meant tomorrow.

#

Tania had been called back by Jenny, asking if she wanted to try out Patty and Emily's toy. She did, of course, because she never did anything half way. Patty retrieved the wine and invited the other two back to watch something that the kids would have been very interested in seeing. The strap-on orgy.

Tania Mosswell kissed Jenny Peterson fully on the lips, her tongue exploring, lips sucking, as her hands grasped Jenny's full breasts and thumbed her nipples. Then she kissed down to those breasts, sucking both nipples and squeezing, marveling at the feeling of those luscious mounds of flesh. She continued down, licking at the plastic shaft extending from the leather harness around Jenny's hips. She sucked Jenny's cock. Stroked it, and then laid down on the floor and opened her legs. 

Jenny's breasts pressed briefly against her own, soft and hot. Jenny's hand rubbed down over her belly and then down to slip her thumb into her pussy. Tania sighed, lifting her hips. 

"What would you like me to do?" Jenny asked softly as the other women sat around them, watching hungrily. 

"Do me with that thing," Tania said, her eyes half closed but aware of the other woman's scrutiny. 

"What was that? What do you want?"

"Fuck me, Jenny," Tania sighed. "Put that thing in my pussy and pump that white ass, girl. Fuck me."

Jenny rubbed the head of the plastic cock over Tania's labia and her clit, causing her to shiver and twitch. She moved it down to the entrance and pushed it in just slightly. In and out. Everyone watched how the dildo slipped into the dark skinned pussy and pulled a circle of pink flesh out when it withdrew. The other women fingered themselves as they watched. 

"Just do it!" Tania screamed out, reaching to grasp Jenny's ass and pull her closer. "Fuck me, bitch!"

Jenny thrust the dildo home in Tania's pussy and began fucking her in earnest. Harder, faster, as deep as she could go until Tania emitted a low growl that grew into a high pitched scream of delight. "Shit yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!" Tania cried out, wrapping her legs around Jenny's pumping butt and digging her fingernails into her back. "Oh, God, girl! Oh, holy God!"

And then she collapsed on the floor, twitching slightly as Jenny withdrew and sat back on her haunches. These white ladies weren't stuck up at all. 

#

"I guess they invited you in," Robert Mosswell said, when his wife came home at eleven smelling of alcohol and some other scent he couldn't quite place. "What were they doing?"

"Playing pinochle," she answered, somewhat dreamily. "I'm going to shower and go t bed. Okay?"

"Fine. I'll be up later."

She climbed the stairs to their bedroom unaware of her son's eyes watching her go. She didn't see the small smile as he looked from her and out to his father in the living room. After she was gone, he returned to his room in the basement idly rubbing at the bulge in his pants.

#

"How was the card game?" Robert Porter asked when Emily entered the bedroom where he was seated in bed reading a book. 

"Great," she said. "But I'm a little drunk." She continued past to the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse. 

"Oh, so it was that kind of card game," he teased. 

Emily turned abruptly, wobbling slightly. "What kind of card game?" she asked seriously. "What did you mean?"

"A drunken card game," he answered, confused by her tone. "What other kind could it be?"

Emily smiled then. "I thought all card games were drunken ones," she said. "Gotta shower and get some sleep."

"Good idea. Should I be playing with myself to get ready for when you come out?" he asked. 

"Better not bother," she said as the water began flowing. "I'm kinda drunk."

"Just the way I like you," Robert said, laughing. But she didn't hear him beyond the sound of the shower running. 

#

Emily and Danny were seated side by side on Danny's bed watching their trove of videos. They were both naked and aroused and each worked to pleasure themselves in their own way. 

Elaine moved her humming vibrator inside her pussy, while Danny slowly stroked his fist over his oiled shaft. Elaine found herself watching him more than the videos until the images of the Burton family came up. Then she concentrated, licking her lips slightly and feeling her orgasm grow. She moaned, leaning back on one elbow as her pussy contracted on the vibrator. A small yip escaped her lips as the orgasm hit her, turning into a strangled cry as she thrust the tool deep and fast and fell back on the bed. 

Danny ignored the show then and turned toward her, kneeling on the bed and stroking himself with one hand while smoothing the other over the head of his cock. He was almost ready and wondered if she'd mind him cumming on her again. 

"Put it on the one of Mom and Dad," Elaine said. "Half way through."

Frustrated, Danny stopped pumping and used the mouse to change the show. He parents were on screen in the basement now. He jumped ahead to the spot he knew she wanted. His mother was seated on the couch, sucking his father's rigid cock. She said something, and his dad stepped back, laughing. Standing about a foot away from his wife's smiling face, he began stroking himself quickly. 

Elaine removed her vibrator and rubbed her clit in tempo with her father's stroking. "Hey bro, do you think you can hit my mouth?" she asked, opening wide. 

"Watch me." Danny returned to the bed, kneeling beside his sister and pumping his cock as fast as he could. He imagined it in Elaine's mouth, imagined her milking him with her lips. 

Elaine was imagining that her father was in the room with them. She watched them both pumping their cocks, waiting to be showered with jism. Her father came first, spattering her mom's face and chest with hot goo on screen. 

Danny came a second later. He managed to hit his sister's mouth, but mostly he coated her upturned, laughing face. And then he fell onto the bed, sated and happy. 

Elaine savored the feeling of Danny's hot spunk on her face. She rolled the gob entered her mouth around on her tongue, trying to decide what it tasted like. Nothing. It tasted like cum. 

She wondered if Tillman's cum would taste any differently.

To be Continued . . .



Neighborly Relations Pt. 05



To Recap: Neighbors Emily Porter and Patty Trent are screwing each other, Jenny Peterson, Terry Carter and Tania Mosswell. Patty's husband knows about it, but Robert Porter and Robert Mosswell do not. Robert Porter did, however, fuck his wife while watching the Patty and Charles Trent fuck through their bedroom window. The Porter children, Elaine and Danny, have video of their mother with Patty Trent as well as a video of their parents screwing that excites them very much. Oh, yes, Danny and Elaine love masturbating together in between sessions of playing doctor, too. Tillman Mosswell wants to fuck Elaine but he's too shy to do anything about it because he doesn't know that Elaine is hoping to find someone to fuck before she gives in to her hormones and fucks her brother. Of course, now that Tillman has seen his mother at a neighborhood lesbian group grope, he's not sure if he wants to get further involved with the window-peeping Porter kids. 

Meanwhile, Cathy Burton has admitted letting her brother, Carter, fuck her in the butt, but does she know that such activity isn't exactly abnormal for her family? Now that she's eighteen, will her parents invite her into the family love club? To find out answers to those burning questions, read on.

PART FIVE: THE NEIGHBORS NOBODY KNEW

CHAPTER ONE, Cathy Burton's Dilemma

Cathy Burton was often described by adults as a lovely girl. Most men who said that meant that they wished they were thirty years younger, richer, and way better looking so they could get her to ride on their love poles. Women who said it meant that, "The little bitch is way to pretty to exist in the world with the rest of us and I wish she'd move out of state." Her peers would simply call her "hot."

Cathy had dark blonde hair with a bit of a natural wave, blue eyes, a pert little nose, and lips that bowed naturally into a kiss. At 18, her breasts were a C cup, her ass was round and firm and just calling out to be grabbed, and her pussy was a tight, shaved little thing well accustomed to manly attention already. Okay, not quite manly, but male, anyway. She'd begun her sexual journey playing doctor with Danny and Elaine Porter when they were kids. After her grandmother busted them at play, she switched doctors and started visiting her brother for office calls. There was never any point where she was interested in her parent's sex lives because hers was good enough for all of them. 

She and her brother, Carter, spent many of their formative years masturbating together. Recently, on a visit to his doctor office, she'd allowed him to take her temperature anally with his special "cock thermometer." That was a first for her, and she rather liked it. It hurt, of course, but maybe the pain was part of the appeal. She decided that she'd have to have her temperature taken again just to see what she really thought of it. She'd hate to let a date put his cock in her ass, only to end the encounter screaming at him to withdraw. The second trial was a success, and she resolved to add that to her repertoire. 

It was in the middle of May that Cathy woke up and heard a stranger's voice mingling with those of her parents in their bedroom. The adults were being quiet, but she had good ears, and the location of the voices interested her greatly. She sneaked out and peeked in through her parents' window and stared at them in a mingling of shock and admiration. 

Kent Burton, her father, had his cock deep in her mother, Sally Burton's, mouth, and a man she recognized as one of her dad's co-workers was thrusting his cock into her mother's pussy from behind. The man's pumping movements bobbed the Sally back and forth on the rigid cock in her mouth. Cathy's father was laughing, saying, "We just need one more to fill all the holes." 

"No we don't," the other man said. He spat on to of his fingers and then arched himself back a bit while still thrusting into the willing woman. Then he put the fingers down between the cheeks of her jiggling butt and pushed slowly. 

Cathy could see her mother smile even as she continued sucking her father's cock, and her smile broadened when her other partner shoved the fingers in hard and fast. 

Suddenly, Sally pulled her mouth off of her husband's cock and pushed herself back on the man's combined assault of hand and cock, panting and gurgling in orgasm. 

"Kent," she gasped. "Come on around and fill that hole with something bigger. Fuck my ass, honey."

Cathy watched with an open mouth and damp panties as her father came around to the foot of the bed. By the time he was situated, the other man had rolled to lay on his side on the bed and then over on his back with Sally Burton on top. She humped his big cock, gasping and moaning as her husband straddled the other man's legs and prepared to mount her nether hole. He pushed his cock hard into his wife's ass, drawing a long cry of pleasure from the quivering woman. It didn't take long for her father to cum in her ass and the other man to cum in her cunt. The three of them untangled from each other and lay happily exhausted. Sally Burton was lying just off the edge of the bed with her legs spread and dangling off of the bed and her pussy exposed directly at Cathy's window vantage point. 

Cathy watched the manly juice dribble out both her mother's cunt and ass as she felt her own juices dampening her underwear. It was hard to believe that her parents had just completed a threesome. Harder still to believe her father had just fucked her mom in the ass. But she'd seen it for herself, and resolved to pay more attention from then on. She guessed that maybe her parents' sex life wasn't so dull after all. 

Her sex life was at low ebb at the moment however, so she had to resort to one of her selection of dildos and vibrators to relieve her sexual tension that night. She sneaked back into the house and into her own room before anyone emerged from the bedroom to catch her. 

When she took care of herself, using a clear glass wand on her young snatch, she thought of the sight of her mother with two men inside of her. Two men. She could imagine the feeling of two cocks, separated by just a little flesh, moving in and out of her body. God, she wanted that, too. 

Cathy fell asleep dreaming of cocks entering her body at will. And what if she was blowing someone at the same time her pussy and ass were filled? What if they all came at the same time, filling her from every direction. Yes, she wanted that, too. 

What's a girl to do with such dreams? For one thing, she could keep a closer eye on her parents. Lord knows what else they were up to.

#

It was Friday night, the day before high school graduation, and Elaine Porter was preparing for the next day's ceremony. The house would be full of relatives most of tomorrow, and she'd spent most of the day helping clean for the party. She might have been looking forward to the day except that her mother had been in such a terrible mood all week. 

Elaine felt certain that her mom was mad because she knew that Elaine had been watching her parents having sex in the basement. She could only hope that she didn't know she'd been recording them as well. She wasn't sure, really, but she'd never known her mom to act so distant and tense toward her before. What other reason could there be? She wished her mom would just yell at her and be done with it. 

Still, she was past the point of guilt on the subject of watching her parents. It turned her on to watch them fuck, just as it turned her on to watch her brother masturbate. To watch each other, actually. She watched the video of her parents over and over, studying the way her mother's cheek bulged against the head of her father's cock or how her father's ass tightened up thrusting into her mom's pussy. She never could just watch the show but had to play with herself when she did. 

Sometimes, she and her brother watched the video together, but he was out with Tillman Mosswell tonight at some geek convention downtown. Computer-whatever-con. Oh well, she could imagine his fist pumping his meat. She could imagine tasting his cum. 

Emily Porter stood indecisively outside Elaine's door and listened. Robert was mowing the lawn in preparation for the big event. Their daughter's graduation from high school. There would be relatives coming over, of course, but mostly it was the parents of other students, going from party to party for whom they wanted to look good. She wanted her relationship with her daughter to be good, too, and that was why she was at her door. 

But how would she broach the subject? 

There was no sound from inside the room. Was she even in there? 

Emily turned the knob and pushed the door open, and the first thing she saw was her own naked body humping up and down on Robert's glistening cock. Emily found herself staring at the video taken through the basement window! Elaine was so engrossed that she didn't hear her mother, who could barely control her anger, so Emily stepped inside and slammed the door behind her.

Elaine jumped, turning and reaching for the keyboard at the same time, one hand still half way inside her pants. 

"You little bitch!" Emily spat, storming in to swat her daughter's hand away from the keyboard. "Leave it on."

"Mom, I . . . I'm sorry, but I . . ."

"Shut up." Emily stared at the screen, watching herself taking Robert's cock into her mouth. "Just shut up." She nearly slapped the girl, but grabbed her hands instead, sniffing at her fingers. "That's just disgusting. I'm your mother."

"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry." Tears flowed from Elaine's eyes and her breath caught in her throat. 

"No, you're not, so don't pretend you are," Emily said. "Never again, right? It's over, right?"

"Yes, never again," Elaine promised. 

"And never watch your father again, either."

Elaine's mouth fell open. Her mother had seen that, too?

"I don't ever want to be this angry again, young lady," Emily said. "Don't do anything to make me this angry or you won't like it. Right?"

Elaine nodded, humiliated to be caught with her mother's naked body on her computer monitor and the scent of her own pussy on her fingers. 

"All right. Tomorrow is a new day, a new start, and this never gets repeated. Right?"

"Yes, Mom."

Emily turned and left the room, slamming it again for good measure. Elaine sat for a long time just looking at the door. Then she turned toward the computer monitor and watched her father send a gob of jism out into her mother's mouth. 

He mom hadn't said to get rid of the video. She knew how computers worked, and she would have sat right there and made certain Elaine erased it completely, but she hadn't done that. Why not?

#

Across town, Cathy Burton was in the hall listening to her parents talking about her graduation party. It was a strange conversation. 

"Maybe we'll just let Cathy have some wine so she'll go to sleep early," Kent, her father, was saying. "Or, maybe a lot of wine."

"She's only eighteen, dear." Sally, her mother, was always the voice of reason, but Cathy could hear laughter in her tone. Apparently, getting her daughter drunk so she'd be sleeping early wasn't as abhorrent as she was pretending. 

"Yeah, eighteen, and now I've got to think of how to keep my sister away from her," Kent said, sounding genuinely worried. "She needs a man."

"She's got . . ."

"I mean a real man. Bill is only 18, too. She was an idiot for telling him."

"She didn't really tell him," Sally said. "He's just a sneaky little spy is all. Anyway, he should be able to keep her occupied. He's got stamina."

Kent laughed then. "Yeah, you should know about his stamina."

"Cathy will probably want to ditch the party anyway, dear," Sally said. "We don't have to do anything but let her do it."

"Well, everyone will be here. You know we can't keep that group quiet for long."

Both of Cathy's parents laughed and the light under their door went out. 

Cathy returned to her own bedroom perplexed. She had intended to ditch the party, but now she certainly wanted to stay. No, what she wanted to do was ditch it and then sneak back. Why did her parents want her out of the way at her own graduation?

#

Tillman Mosswell had gone to the computer convention with Danny Porter because he wanted life to be normal again, but that didn't seem to be in the cards. Danny's presence only reminded him of the two of them and Danny's sister, Elaine, spying on the women gathered in the Peterson house. 

He couldn't help but remember the sight of Danny's mom sucking on that pregnant chick's clit. And he remembered his mother, too, standing just beyond the doorway a moment and then turning away. She was just a flash of breasts, a fleeting glimpse of her face, but the color of her skin gave her away. She was the only black woman in the neighborhood, and the party had been all neighborhood women. Now he wondered if Danny had seen her, too. He suspected that he had. It Tillman had seen her, Danny certainly would have. 

Tillman felt grateful to his friend then, grateful that he had the decency not to admit seeing her. Danny didn't seem to mind that Tillman had seen his mother, though. That bothered Tillman a bit, prompting him to ask now. 

"You don't mind your mom doing that stuff?" Tillman asked in the car driving home. "And me seeing it?"

"Mind? Jeez Till, if I knew what they were doing, I would have steered clear of the house," Danny admitted. "But, we didn't and that's just the way it is."

"Your mom is hot," Tillman said. 

"Yeah, she is," Danny said. "Didn't think so a couple weeks ago, but then I saw her with my old man and saw the light for sure. She's damn hot." Adding, "For an up-tight white lady."

The two of them laughed a moment, before Danny said, "My sister's hot, too, don't you think?"

"Shit yeah."

"You want to fuck my sister, don't you?"

"What?"

"Don't play it cool, man," Danny said, grinning. "You wanna fuck her, and she wants to get fucked. Seems like a good time to go buy some rubbers."

"Man, you're talking about your sister!" Tillman would never talk about his sisters like that. Not to an outsider, anyway. 

"I like my sister," Danny said, easily. "I just think she'd be happier with a cock in her snatch."

Tillman laughed. "Well, that's damn considerate of you," he said. 

"I'm a damn considerate guy. I won't offer you my mother, because I'm not sure my father is in on the joke."

"What joke?"

"This dyke thing going on. I really don't think she's told him."

"Man, it'll be the shits when he finds out, won't it?"

"You bet. And that's why I don't think you should fuck my mother. Stick with my sister, if you know what's good for you."

"I don't want to fuck anybody's mama," Tillman said. "Even your hot ass mom. You said you've seen your mom and dad fucking?"

"Hell yeah. I've got video." Danny laughed again, enjoying his friend's mixture of lust and discomfort. "My mom sucks cock just as good as she eats pussy."

"Shit, man, that's your mama!" 

Danny was only talking like that about his mom to put Tillman at ease. He figured that his friend must have seen his mother at the party but was concealing it. Still, Tillman probably expected that Danny had seen her, too, and wouldn't know if he should speak up or not. Danny figured that if he acted like it was no big deal, Tillman wouldn't worry about it. 

It wasn't really working that way. Tillman wasn't about to admit seeing his mother there, but he couldn't help but wonder what she had been doing with the other women in the living room. Had she been going down on one of them? Letting them eat her pussy? There was still too much to sort out, and he wasn't about to do it aloud. He had lied about fucking Danny's mom. He would do her in a minute. He wanted to see his cock in her mouth. See it in her pale, white ass.

"You really have video?" Tillman asked. 

"Yeah. You and Elaine should watch it together sometime."

That was a suggestion Tillman could easily agree with.

#

Cathy Burton laid in her bed wondering what her parents had been talking about. Something about her aunt, Doris, and her son, Bill. What had he found out about by being a sneaky spy? What did stamina have to do with it? She wished she could figure out the puzzle in her own mind, but she didn't have enough information. She could guess, of course, but she didn't like her guesses so she resolved wait until she knew more. All she could do was wait until after she had spent enough time chatting with her relatives to safely sneak away. Maybe then she would find out what the big secret was.

CHAPTER TWO, The Beneficial Properties of Guilt

When Tillman got home he found his mother dressed in her cotton night gown drinking a glass of water in the kitchen. She didn't look happy at first, but when she saw her son she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Did you have fun?" she asked, her breasts swaying against the fabric of her gown when she moved. 

"Yeah." He tore his eyes away feeling guilty about looking and guilty about the hard-on growing in his pants. "I'm tired," he said. "Gotta sleep."

"Remember, Sherona will be home tomorrow," his mother said. "Now don't give her shit, hear? Her divorce was tough enough without attitude from you."

"Yes, mom," he said, heading toward the stairs. "Goodnight." As he walked downstairs, he had a new source of guilt. Sherona, his 24 year-old sister, would be there all summer. Sherona, the cock teasing bitch who liked to leave the bathroom door half open when she bathed and then get all snotty when she caught one of her brothers peeking. Sherona, his oldest sister and the only one of his two sisters who had seen his hard dick. 

As soon as he thought about her, he felt guilty about his confusion of thoughts. She pissed him off and excited him at the same time. Damn, he wished he was old enough to drink.

His mother climbed the stairs angry with her husband for falling asleep so early. He was never awake when she was ready, was he? Of course, he wasn't ready when he was awake, either, was he? Bastard might as well not have a dick. 

As soon as she thought that, she felt guilty about the thought. She'd been trying to blame him for her lesbian excursion all week but wasn't succeeding. She was too smart to talk herself into thinking it was his fault. What she had to do was stop hinting and just say, "Come on and fuck me, Robert." She knew he'd respond to that. She just wanted him to say it first. 

She took off her nightgown and got into bed, pressing herself up against his back and reaching around to fondle his flaccid cock and balls. Robert worked his teeth together a moment, then yawned and turned his face toward her. "Keep doing that and you're going to wake me up," he said, smiling, opening his legs and shifting to his back. 

"If you want to sleep, you just go right ahead," she whispered. "All I need is a cock in me. Don't matter if you're awake to enjoy it."

Her husband laughed, turning further toward her. "Give me one of those titties," he said. "I'll decide if it's worth waking up."

Later, sated and wet with sweat and sex, they both lay thinking that it had been well worth waking him up. Robert wondered why she'd awakened him. It wasn't anything she normally did. But he was very glad to have his sleep disturbed. 

Tania lay feeling that she'd made it up to him in some small way. She'd part of the debt for her transgression with those women, for not telling him about them, and for trying to blame him for it all week. It was a guilt fuck, but it was still a damn good fuck.

#

Danny felt guilty about the way he'd talked about his mom as soon as he pulled into their driveway. He was proud of her looks and sexual ability, sure, but the whole conversation made him feel dirty now. Tillman must think he was a big jerk. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 05



His mom was wiping down the counters in the kitchen when he came in the door, and she smiled when he entered. "Have fun?" she asked. 

"Sure," he said. "Do you need help?"

"What?" Emily was surprised by the offer and paused a moment to think if she did need help or not. "Well, sure, you could sweep the floor. That's about it today. We're all ready for the party."

Danny took out the broom and began sweeping, moving chairs and such as needed, and generally doing a very good job. When he finished, Emily took him into her arms and gave him a big hug. 

"Thank you," she said. "My big boy. Big strong man, really."

Danny stood uncomfortably a moment, feeling her breasts against his chest, then he let his arms circle her and he hugged her tight. Breasts compressing further, her tight stomach against his belt, against his growing penis. He released her quickly then, but she continued to hug him tightly and kissed his cheek. 

"Don't ever stop being so considerate," she said, releasing him. "Don't stop being sweet. Okay?" Her cheeks were flushed just a bit, as though she was blushing when she stepped back.

Danny laughed, hooking his thumbs into his belt and letting his fingers hang down in an effort to conceal his erection. "Sure, okay, Mom," he stammered. "Well, good night."

"Good night." Emily watched him walk out of the room thinking of how he would never betray her as his sister had done. No, not Danny.

And then she thought of how she could tell herself that as much as she wanted but it wouldn't make it true. There were many ways to betray someone after all. The firming penis she'd felt against her stomach was a betrayal in a way. So was the time she'd watched him masturbate and marveled at the amount of cum he'd released on his stomach. A wave of guilt swept over her as she wondered what his hard-on meant. It was wrong for a mother to be wondering such things. 

She felt guilty, too, for allowing Elaine to keep the video on her computer. She should have made her erase it and watched until it was done. She hadn't done it, and she told herself that the damage was done so it didn't really matter. The truth was that she liked the dirty thrill of being caught on video. She felt that thrill even if it was her daughter watching it, and she didn't want it to be deleted. 

Perhaps she was betraying herself there, too, just as she had done by not telling Robert everything about Patty while there was still time. It was too late now, wasn't it? How could she possibly broach the subject? She was betraying herself, her husband, and their marriage by screwing her neighbor. By screwing her neighborhood, really. The fact that she hadn't been with another man made no difference. She betrayed him by doing it and by wanting to continue. Every silent moment was a betrayal, and there was no escape from the guilt. 

Feeling nearly at the brink of tears, Emily turned out the lights and went up to bed. When she entered the bedroom, Robert patted the bed and said, "Get naked and get over here, babe." She did it with a feeling of guilt pressing her on. Maybe, when he did find out about her activities, she could point out to him that she hadn't stopped screwing him while she was getting it on with the ladies. That should make up for something. 

Just for added points, she asked him to cum on her face for the third time in a week. That should count for something, too. Of course, it wasn't really a payment if she was beginning to like it.

#

Danny knocked on the door leading from their shared bathroom to his sister's room. He just wanted to say hello, but her room was dark when he peeked in. She was sleeping. Had he really told Tillman that he should screw Elaine? What an ass he'd been. She didn't deserve to be spoken of that way. He went to bed feeling like a guilty fool.

Elaine had heard him knock but pretended to be asleep. She didn't want to talk to Danny just then. She didn't know what to say. Should she tell him about Mom's visit? She obviously didn't know Danny was involved, and Elaine knew he'd feel guilty about her taking the hit alone. She didn't want him feeling bad. She felt horrible enough for both of them. 

The fact that her mother hadn't erased the video made her feel even more horrible. Was it a test of some kind? Was she going to come back later and ask if Elaine had removed it on her own? Did she want her daughter to continue watching it? That thought brought fresh tears of horrible guilt to her eyes because she didn't want to erase the video. Her father's cock was too magnificently hard to be eradicated like that. If she had any strength of character, she'd get rid of it. Apparently, she had no strength of any kind. 

She wanted to go to Danny's bed and cry herself to sleep beside him, but she didn't do that. Lying together in bed could lead to anything, and she didn't need to increase her guilt just then. No, she would take her medicine by lying alone and suffering alone. 

In the morning, she'd move the video off onto a flash drive just in case her mother checked upon her some time. That plan gave her another thing to feel guilty about.

Life can be the shits sometimes.

#

Carter Burton was 20 years old, blonde, handsome, and intelligent. He was a business management and marketing major at the university and a sexual athlete of great stamina. The easy-going young man wasn't seen as a ladies man. Sex wasn't a conquest to him, it was a shared experience, and that was probably why he was popular even more than his looks or money. Women knew they could trust him and that he would take their pleasure into consideration before his own. It was enlightened self-interest, of course. Carter knew you'd have to give if you wanted to get anything in life. Unlike many endeavors where men were known to succeed, sex was an activity where what you give is actually worth something.

It was the end of the school year, and Carter was driving home late that Friday night with his car stuffed full of his belongings. He was feeling a bit dissatisfied. Carla Morton, a fine young lady with whom he'd been sharing time had left the day before, telling him that she'd call in a couple weeks. He wasn't holding his breath on that score, because the one thing they'd agreed about right away in their relationship was that neither wanted o get married. There was nothing permanent in their arrangement other than a plan for their good memories of each other to last forever. 

That was the reason he was dissatisfied. He was starting to think that permanence wasn't such a bad thing. After all, his parents were permanent. If they could manage to keep it together in their screwy family, anybody could. 

Oh, well, he was going home for the summer and knew that, at the very least, he'd be having fun with his sister. Good days just like the good old days. But that could be another source of dissatisfaction. It wasn't exactly right to be so excited to see his sister. Not right to be thinking of her in the way he was just now. 

He felt guilty for thinking of Cathy's soft breasts and ass, and guilty knowing that he'd dated Carla largely because she looked so much like Cathy. Cathy and Carla, even the names were nearly the same. Their hair was different and eyes a different shade of blue, and Carla's pussy was shaved with a "landing strip" while Cathy kept her pussy shaved bare. 

Cathy didn't know the truth about their family. Before Carter found out, his time with his sister was just dirty fun, a shared excitement that neither thought meant anything more. They were preparing themselves for real sexual encounters. After he found out, sneaking through the old man's computer for porn and finding the special collection, his time with Cathy was tainted. He felt as though he might be dragging her someplace where she might not like to be. 

He visualized Cathy's pussy then, his cock firming, and then thought sourly about what a pervert he was. What an asshole. What a jerk. What a horny bastard. There would be a houseful of pussy after the graduation. He didn't need to keep trying to fuck his sister.

But, damn, his sister was cute. He couldn't help feeling this guilty love that wouldn't go away. Guilt and love, it seemed, weren't mutually exclusive. 

CHAPTER THREE, Graduation Parties

Ralph Burton was a 59 year-old retired business executive living with his wife, Betty, on a quite cul-de-sac. His life had been perfect and retirement was proving to be more so. He had his health and his family and his money in the bank. He had the money because he'd come to believe that the stock derivatives and bonds so popular with banks and businesses weren't really worth shit. He got out before they showed their true colors, and he took his money out with him. He had the family because he truly loved them. He loved all of them, deeply, and with absolute commitment. His health? Well, that was just clean living.

He sat watching his granddaughter graduate from high school feeling a swelling of pride in his chest. She graduated near the top of her class, proving that beauty and smarts went together just fine. He squeezed his wife's hand and then looked down the row at Cathy's parents and brother, smiling proudly. On he and his wife's other side sat his daughter, Doris, and her son, Bill. 

Bill was resting his hand on his mother's thigh, stroking her slightly, and Doris was smiling that vacant little smile she wore when she was feeling especially amorous. Ralph scowled down toward them but they didn't see. Fortunately, Ralph's nephew, Dave, and his wife were seated next to Bill. Dave saw Ralph scowling and elbowed the idiot kid, indicating that he should quit rubbing his mother's thigh in public. 

Bill was a nice kid, but he wasn't really up to speed on the family lifestyle. He'd learn soon enough. All he knew now was how to fuck for hours on end without tiring. That was why Doris had sneaked into his room and blown him one night right after his eighteenth birthday. Her husband had been dead over a year, and she was used to getting it regularly. His cock was handy, and they loved each other all ready, so why not? Ralph could think of many reasons why not, but apparently Doris knew her son well enough to know he wouldn't object. 

Now, six months after his mom started fucking his brains out, the little rascal had fucked his aunt and grandmother and his cousin Dave's wife Amy and her daughter Ginny. All of them enjoyed his youthful enthusiasm and his terminally hard pecker, but none of them would do it on video. Ralph dearly loved his family videos.

That was what was different about the Burtons. Their incest wasn't a secret thing perpetrated between two guilty family members. Theirs was a lusty sexuality that had begun with his wife, Betty and Kent and spread quickly through a historically over sexed family. His family, and the family of his late brother loved to take their pleasure as a group.

Looking at the last of the graduates leave the stage and standing to applaud with the rest of the audience, he was glad that Kent and Sally had more sense than Doris. Just as Dave and Amy had done, they weren't telling their children anything about the family secret. Carter found out, and he opted to join them, but he didn't tell Cathy. Let her have her life. She'd probably find out sometime, but at least she wasn't being dragged in like Bill was. And, like the other family members, she could decide for herself when she did find out. But not today.

Of course, knowing Bill, it was quite possible that he raped his mother and she was covering it up by pretending it was her idea.

Emily and Robert Porter sat with Danny and watched their daughter accept her diploma feeling proud enough to burst. Well, the parents did, anyway. Danny was picturing her walking across the stage naked. 

Emily felt much better now that she'd let her daughter know how she felt. It was in the open and there was no more need to talk about it, so she was able to enjoy the sight of her daughter shedding her youth and moving on into adulthood. Life was much better today.

#

The Porter Party was a sedate affair, with relatives eating sandwiches and drinking punch and telling tales of long ago youth while Elaine's friends and parents dropped in to congratulate the graduate and drop off cards. It was a hectic afternoon for Emily, exciting for Elaine, and dull as hell for Danny. Robert was content to watch his handsome family and think of how lucky he was. For him, the day was perfect. 

When Tillman stopped by with his parents, Danny took the opportunity escape. The two of them went into the house and sat at the kitchen table where they could see their parents talking but avoid having to contribute. 

"You say your dad doesn't know?" Tillman was watching his mother with Emily Porter, trying to see if there was anything special about their attitude toward each other. Nothing. They looked like two moms. 

"I don't think so," Danny said. "Not about her and Mrs. Trent. Sure as hell not about that card game."

"Damn." Tillman shifted uncomfortably, knowing that he had to ask sometime but not wanting to know. Finally, he said, "Did you see her at the party?"

"Who?" Danny didn't get the question at first and looked at his friend in confusion. 

"At the card party," Tillman said. "You know, back in the doorway." He sure wasn't going to say who if Danny didn't know.

"Oh. Yeah, I saw her. Didn't know if you did."

"I did." 

They sat quietly a moment, each trying to bridge the gap without sounding either stupid or heartless. 

"It was just a quick look," Danny said at last. "It was darker in the living room. She kinda . . ."

"Kinda blended in." Tillman smiled, then laughed. "Yeah, if that had been your mom standing there, she'd have been glowing like neon."

Danny laughed. It was going to be all right. "You saw plenty of my mom," he said. 

"You sure I can't fuck your mom?" Tillman teased. 

"Only if I get to fuck yours." Danny tested the waters. When Tillman didn't object, he relaxed. "Probably doesn't like white meat."

"Why not? She must have liked those white women," Tillman said, somewhat sourly. Then he sighed, smiling. "Hey, you can fuck my sister, Sherona. She just got divorced so she's probably desperate. Maybe even take your scrawny ass if she can't get a real man."

"Which sister?"

"Sherona. My oldest sister."

"No shit? Really? The tall one, right? Not the stumpy one."

"No, Cherie's the short one. Sherona is 24, was married about two years till she dumped the asshole. Cherie is 23 and not real liable to get married any time soon. She's a real bitch. Sherona is all right, though."

"So it's a deal? My sister for yours?"

Tillman laughed. "Yeah, you wish. Hell, I wish. How about my sister for your mother?"

"No way. You're getting hot for my mom, aren't you? Wanna go MILF hunting?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe I'd settle for a look at that video of yours." 

Danny grinned, knowing that he'd be feeling guilty as hell about it later, but wanting to show off his mother in action right now. He led Tillman upstairs wondering if there was some way to drag his sister out of the party to watch the video with them. Two guys watching porn together seemed a little bit too gay to Danny. And if the porn involved one of the guy's parents, well, he didn't know how to describe what that felt like. 

#

Cathy Burton's graduation party seemed to last for ever. Scads of relatives flooded her home, hugging and kissing and delivering cards and money, and then staying to eat and eat and eat. Cathy had managed to spend most of the day with her brother, but then some old friend of his came over and stole him away. Finally, about seven, most of those relatives ands were gone. That left her aunt Doris and her son, Bill, along with Dave and Amy. Dave was her second cousin, or something like that, and they had their boy and girl, Paul and Ginny in tow. Along with her grandpa and grandma, that was the hardcore group that seemed to hang out together the most, and Dave's family would be staying over. Doris and Bill would be staying with her grandparents.  

They were sitting around the living room drinking wine and mixed drinks and laughing at their own stupid jokes when Cathy decided that she'd been polite enough and took the opportunity to ditch the party. She'd been worried that either Bill, Paul or Ginny might want to latch onto her and hang out to avoid the old folks, but they hadn't shown much interest in hanging with her. She didn't wonder why because was grateful for their lack of interest.

"I'm going out," she announced to the group. 

Her mother and father glanced at each other, smiling, and her father said, "Where to, kiddo?"

"I, uh, to Elaine's house. She wants to see my new car." Cathy couldn't help but beam saying that. It was only a Camry, nothing too exotic, but it was new and it was hers. 

"Don't smash it up the first night out."

"I won't." She kissed her mother and father and then her grandparents. Her aunt Doris gave her a playful swat on the butt as she passed. "I might stay over, if that's all right."

"That's fine," her mom said quickly. "Just call and tell us. Okay?"

"Okay." And Cathy escaped into the night in her new car. 

At first she had no plan of where to go. Then she figured that she might as well go ahead and see Elaine since she'd probably need to kill at least an hour to give them time to start doing whatever it was they didn't want her to know about. She called ahead on her cell and was welcomed over.

#

Cathy took Elaine and Danny for a ride in her new car, going around the neighborhood briefly and then back. It was only a car, after all, and there was no sense acting all crazy about it. 

"Hey, I've got a shitty old Saturn that uses oil. Wanna take a ride?" Danny asked as they got out.

"No, but you can ride this," Cathy said, holding her middle finger up and grinning broadly. 

"After you ride this," Danny countered, grabbing his crotch. 

"Jesus, get a room," Elaine put in, noticing her mother standing behind the picture window watching them. "You'll probably have mom chaperoning if you keep showing off in the front yard like this." 

Cathy glanced toward the window, Cathy rolled her eyes and said, "I was going to ask if I could stay over. Is your mom going to let me?"

"Sure," Elaine said. "Come on in."

"No, wait, I've got to run home and get some pj's," Cathy said, glancing at her watch. "I'll be right back. Okay?"

"I'll be waiting for you, honey," Danny cooed, and was rewarded with another look at her finger.

#

Cathy called home from her car, telling her mother that she and Elaine were going to watch a movie and she'd stay the night. Then she drove slowly to her home in a pricier suburb and parked down the street from her large house. She couldn't imagine what was going on. No, more correctly, she wasn't allowing herself to imagine anything. She was too smart not to realize that there weren't many things that needed to be hidden from her. She new damn well that they weren't in a satanic cult.

The house was dimly lit, with light coming mainly from the bedrooms, so she walked carefully around the side where the bushes would conceal her from the neighbors and peeked past the blinds into the guest room. 

Her cousins Paul and Ginny were there, talking quietly together. Then, as if on cue, they scrambled out of their clothing and sat naked on the bed, laughing. A moment later, Cathy's father, Kent, entered the room totally naked and carrying a bottle of wine and some plastic glasses. Ginny grasped his cock, stroking him hard as Paul stood to take the wine and pour drinks. By the time he'd finished, Ginny was kneeling with Kent's cock in her mouth, her hand stroking his balls. 

Cathy stared in shock. That was her Dad in there! He was going to have sex with her cousins! 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 05



Kent Burton took a glass of wine and lifted it in a toast with his nephew and then drained the glass. He lifted the girl from the floor and kissed her, slipping his hand down between her legs and fingering her roughly. She took a glass of wine and drank it down as her brother began kissing her shoulders and fondling her buttocks. 

After she'd finished her drink, Ginny started acting funny, as though she didn't want to have sex. She started putting on an act of fighting with the two men, pushing them away and trying to run. Of course, she was laughing, and she didn't fight all that hard when they lifted her to the bed and her uncle knelt astride her chest and fed his cock into her mouth again as her brother pulled her legs apart and began fucking her with his fingers. Soon, Ginny was cooing with delight. 

Shit, the bunch of them were incest pervs! Cathy hurried around to her parent's room for an even greater shock. Her grand parents were busy on both ends of her mother. Grandpa had his cock in Sally's mouth while grandmother was slurping at her pussy. Her aunt Doris was leaning against the chair in the corner while Bill, her own son, was fucking her like a randy dog. That was when Dave came in with a bottle in his hand and put it on the dresser. He pulled Doris's head around and gave her a brief taste of cock before walking over to the other group and slipping his dick into Cathy's grandmother's cunt. 

Shit, and shit again. Her house was the location for an incestuous gang-bang. But where was Amy, Dave's wife? 

Feeling a growing pain in her stomach, Cathy crept around to her brother's room. He was still with his friend, wasn't he? Wasn't he?

No, he was fucking Amy hard and fast and Cathy got there in time to see him withdraw and watch the 37 year old woman grab his dick and pump a load of cum out onto her own belly. Laughing, Carter leaned over and licked his own cum from her stomach and then kissed her as he slipped his fingers in to replace his member in her cunt. 

Amy laughed, spreading her legs wider and saying something. Carter then knelt by the bed and worked to get more fingers inside the woman. Cathy watched in horrified fascination as he finally managed to insert his entire hand into Amy's snatch and fuck her with a fist sunk up to the wrist while she screamed out loudly enough for Cathy to hear her through the triple glazed window. 

Cathy felt like throwing up, and she stumbled away to sit on the grass. It wasn't the incest that bothered because she'd always wondered about her abnormally close family. And, now that she thought of it, she and Carter weren't exactly shy with each other. No, what bothered her was that Carter was involved. He was involved and he hadn't told her.

She felt as though she'd been cheated on. 

Sneaking back to her parent's room, she watched as Bill and Dave and Grandpa all jerked off on Doris, who was sitting on the chair laughing, probably drunk, and holding her face back to be coated like a glazed donut. 

Fuck them, Cathy thought. I'll go have my own party. Unsure how she was supposed to feel, she ran back to her car and sped back to the Porter's house feeling as though her own family was denying her existence. 

CHAPTER FOUR, Doctor Cathy 

Elaine wondered why her friend seemed so glum when she came back. She was normally so chatty, but not now. She also wondered why she hadn't brought her pajamas but didn't ask. The two girls took a bag of chips and some sodas up to her room and started switching though the cable to see what was on. 

After awhile, Cathy seemed to loosen up. She looked at Elaine appraisingly, as though she'd come to some kind of decision and wondered if Elaine would go along with her on it. "So, how's your brother?" she asked. 

"He's great," Elaine said, hoping she didn't sound too enthusiastic. "For a brother, that is. How's yours?"

"He's a dirty sneak," Cathy snapped, then smiled. "But then that's what a brother is. Right?"

"Oh? I thought you two were closer than that," Elaine said. 

"Sure. Yeah." Cathy stood and unbuttoned her blouse. "You got a tee I can wear? I didn't feel like looking at those idiots once I got there."

"Sure." Elaine got a shirt for her friend while she stripped down to her underwear, a black thong. She hesitated, feeling suddenly nervous with her. It had been a long time since they'd disrobed together and her friend's body had done a lot of growing since then. "Here." She handed her the garment.

"You gonna sleep like that?" Cathy stood holding the shirt, her breasts swaying, legs slightly apart. 

"No, I guess not." Elaine disrobed self-consciously, aware that her breasts weren't as large and her butt wasn't made of two perfect round pads like her friend's ass, but two long ovals that reminded her of a boy's ass. 

Cathy regarded Elaine with appreciation, smiling. She wanted to touch her breasts and give her a pelvic exam just like the old days. She wanted to get some of what her entire family was getting without her. 

"So, how's your brother?" she asked again.

"You asked that already."

"That was when I was dressed. Do you think he needs a physical?"

Elaine smiled. So that was why she wanted to stay over. "Well, probably, but we'll have to wait a little bit. My parents are still up."

"Fine. Go tell him to get ready."

#

Emily heard the shower running in the kid's bathroom as she knocked on Danny's door later. No answer. She knocked on Elaine's door next and was invited in by her daughter. 

Elaine and Cathy were seated on the bed with a bag of chips and a bad movie playing on TV. Emily noted how Cathy had filled out nicely since she'd last stayed over. They sure grew up fast.

"You guys all set?" she asked. 

"Sure," Elaine answered. 

"Thanks for letting me stay over," Cathy said. "All of my relatives are staying the night, and I had to get away."

"Our pleasure, Cathy," Emily said. "Oh, and we're going to skip church in the morning, so you don't have to start thinking of excuses, Elaine."

"Great," Elaine said. "I'll tell Danny when he's all finished making himself pretty in there."

"Good night, girls." 

Emily closed the door and walked into her own bedroom. Thank God the day was over. She removed all of her clothing and laid down on top of the bed with a grateful sigh. Robert would be up soon. She wondered if she could manage to have an orgasm without disturbing their guest. 

#

Danny came into Elaine's room wearing his pajama bottoms and toweling his hair dry. Elaine was sure he was drying his hair as he entered because it made his dick sway back and forth in his pj's, and she rolled her eyes at his vanity. Cathy smiled, appreciating the sight. 

"Well, Mr. Porter, what seems to be the trouble today?" Cathy asked, standing beside the bed. 

"I have a terrible pain," he said. "Kind of a pressure that builds up between my legs. I don't know what to do."

"Hop up on the exam table," Cathy commanded. 

Danny tossed the towel aside and laid down with his pants still on. 

"We can't examine you like that," Cathy scolded. "Nurse, remove the patient's trousers."

Elaine had been expecting to be a spectator, not a participant, but she was glad to be included. She hopped up from her computer chair and unsnapped her brother's pants, spreading the placket to reveal his pubic hair, and then worked the garment down and off of him. 

Cathy stood looking at him a moment. "What do you think, Nurse?" she asked. "That looks like only a partial tumor to me."

Danny's cock was half aroused, as though it was waiting to be invited to rise. It twitched, moving from up against his belly to lie against his leg. 

"We'd best prepare for he exam," Cathy said. She peeled the tee shirt off and then stepped out of her thong, smiling at the reaction of Danny's cock. "Nurse," she said then.

"What?"

"You're not ready. We can't examine the patient with these dirty clothes on."

"I'm just the nurse," Elaine said, suddenly shy again.

"Strip, bitch," Cathy said, grinning, and she reached for Elaine's shirt and helped her lift it over her head. "Undies too. We've got to be unsanitary, you know."

Elaine removed her panties, the dirty thrill coming over her then. 

"Prep the patient," Cathy said, standing and watching Danny's cock rise and fall as he lay grinning up at her.

"What?" Elaine said stupidly. 

"Boy, you're a dumb nurse. We can't examine a patient when he's not fully erect. Prep him. Pump him up."

Elaine's heart thudded in her chest. Her friend was asking her to touch her brother's dick. She licked her lips, wondering if lightening was about to strike her dead, and then reached for the wavering penis before her. 

She grasped him, enjoying the soft, almost squishy feeling of his half hard cock. He hardened in her hand, growing firm as iron as she stroked him lightly. Cathy leaned in to watch, taking special note of the reaction on both of her friend's faces. 

"Pull his sack out, too," Cathy said. "His balls are bunched under him."

Elaine slid her fingers under Danny's scrotum and pulled his balls out flat on the bed. The skin was soft and warm. His balls felt hot. 

"Thank you nurse," Cathy said, moving in closer. "You can get the exam oil now."

Elaine moved back to get the bottle of personal lubricant from her desk and stand with it ready. Her pussy was so wet that she expected it to begin running down her leg. 

Cathy leaned over and took hold of Danny's cock, stroking him slowly. Then she leaned closer and kissed the purple head, sticking her tongue into the hole and then licking around it. "Seems solid enough," she said. Cathy then slipped her mouth down over the stiff member, moving down until it hit the back of her throat and then up again, repeating the motion several times and finishing with a slurping smack when she finally removed her mouth. 

"Tastes all right," she said. "May I get a second opinion?"

"What?"

Cathy grinned, studying the lust in her friend's eyes and wondering how far she would go. "Tell me if he tastes all right to you, Nurse," she said, still holding Danny's cock. 

"But I, don't . . ." Elaine's mouth was too dry to finish the sentence. She didn't know what she would say anyway. 

"Hurry up," Cathy said. 

Elaine moved slowly, like a robot, and leaned over her brother's erect penis. Cathy was still stroking him, holding him upright, and Elaine moved closer telling herself that she was just playing along in the game. She was being a dutiful nurse, and, as such, she opened her mouth and took Danny's hot cock inside. She lapped her tongue around the shaft, savoring his heat in her mouth, and then she moved her head slightly up and down, licking the fat head as she felt his cock twitching. 

Danny placed his hand on the back of his sister's head and stroked her hair. It felt way too good. This game wasn't going to last very long.

"All right nurse," Cathy said. "That's enough." When Elaine didn't step back, but continued sucking, she pushed on her shoulder lightly. "Get out of the way and let a trained medical practitioner get a taste."

Elaine stepped back feeling faint. Her heart was pounding and her ears were ringing with the surging of her heated blood. Her brother's eyes on her made it even worse. 

"Nurse, bring the oil," Cathy said. "Okay, Mr. Porter could you roll to your side for me?"

Danny did so, his hard cock pointing off the side of the bed, where Cathy knelt to bring her mouth level with it. 

"Okay, nurse, please take the patient's temperature."

"What?" Elaine was still thinking of the heat of Danny's cock in her mouth and remembering what his cum had tasted like. "What?" she repeated.

"Please take the patient's temperature anally," Cathy commanded. 

Elaine had forgotten about that. As kids loved to play with butts. 

She climbed onto the bed behind her brother and poured oil on her finger. Cathy was looking up at her past Danny's hip, smiling with pure lust in her eyes as she reached over and pulled up on Danny's buttock. 

Elaine looked at her brother's puckered asshole a moment and then pointed her index finger and touched it. It contracted and his dick twitched. She moved her finger around it, lubricating the area, and then pressed inward. It resisted at first, but she continued the pressure until the tip of her finger entered him. Danny sighed, Cathy grinned, and Elaine pushed her finger all the way in. 

His ass was hot, and Elaine wondered if that was how her pussy might feel on his cock. 

"Boy, look how hard he got!" Cathy said, and Elaine could see that his cock was harder now, with the veins standing out on it. "Can you get two fingers in there?"

Elaine used more lubricant and then pulled one finger nearly out and slipped her second finger in with the first. Danny gasped, mouth hanging open. "Fuck his butt with your fingers," Cathy said, and then she put her mouth back on his cock and began sucking him hard and fast.

Elaine did as she was told heedless of how strange the whole thing seemed to her. Then she smiled, thinking of something even better. "I've got a tool," she said. She leaned up and fumbled under her pillow to bring her pink vibrator out and show her friend. 

"How was his temperature?" Cathy asked. 

"He's quite hot."

"All right then, apply the tool."

Elaine lubricated the vibrator and pressed it against Danny's asshole. She switched it on and turned it as pressed it into her brother's body. 

"Holy shit!" Danny said as Elaine moved it deeper inside. 

Cathy pushed Danny's top leg up and leaned her head in to suck his balls, her nose touching the vibrating tool in Danny's ass. She sucked his sack and stroked him almost to the point of no return and then stopped. 

"That's enough, nurse. We mustn't over stimulate the patient. You may take the tool and wash it while I test the patient's tongue coordination. 

When Elaine returned from her task, Cathy was squatting over Danny's face and he was happily lapping and sucking at her pussy. Cathy looked directly into Elaine's eyes as Danny sucked on her clit, so Elaine could see the twisting expression that over came her when his tongue brought her to a small orgasm. "Oh, my," she sighed, smiling at Elaine. "Very good."

Cathy hopped off of Danny's face, his cheeks glistening from her juices, and moved around to straddle his hips. "Hold it straight," she said, and Elaine jumped to obey without question. 

She grasped Danny's cock, holding him up as her friend lowered herself down onto it and began humping him. When Elaine withdrew her hand, Cathy grabbed it and pulled it back, placing her fingertips onto her own clit. 

"Could you please hold that little button down for me?" Cathy said, her eyes hooded with lust. "Be a good little nurse and hold my button."

Elaine did so, moving behind her friend so that she could keep her fingers in place more easily. She parted slipped her fingers down, feeling Danny's cock sliding in and out, and then back up to rub Cathy's clit for her as she placed her other hand on Cathy's shoulder to steady herself. 

Danny was staring at her fingers on Cathy's clit. His eyes opened wider still when the girl riding his cock turned her head and kissed his sister on the lips. Elaine returned the kiss, inserting her tongue into her friend's mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah," Cathy threw her head back, cumming so hard that she fell to her side on the bed, her gaping pussy exposed to patient and nurse alike. 

"Test your hip reflexes now, Mr. Porter," Cathy gasped. "Hurry."

Danny scurried around and lifted Cathy's legs up and over his shoulder as his sister moved around to get a good view. He pressed his cock down, finding the opening, and dropped his body down to slam into Cathy's hot cunt. 

Cathy screamed once and then clenched her teeth, thrashing, gasping, and cumming like mad. Her pussy contracted on Danny's cock, milking him, bringing him to his own grunting orgasm. He spurted once into her pussy and then pulled out, spewing a shot that hit Cathy's chest and another tracing a line over her stomach. Finally, he lay beside his doctor, totally spent. 

"Clean me up, Nurse," Cathy said breathlessly. "Tell me if he still tastes healthy."

Elaine only hesitated a moment before leaning to suck her brother's cum up off of Cathy's hot skin. She licked down her stomach and slurped the cum that pooled in her belly button, the smell of Cathy's overheated cunt filling her head. She fondled her own pussy as she completed her task, trembling against her hand. 

"Now clean up the patient," Cathy said. 

Again, Elaine's hesitation was only a split second. She knelt over her brother and took his cock into her mouth. Now she could taste Cathy as well as him. Now she was really too far gone to stop at anything. And Danny's cock grew hard in her mouth, nearly as firm as it had been at the beginning. Elaine was concentrating so hard on her pleasant task that she didn't notice Cathy get up and move behind her until she felt her friend's hand slip between her legs to cup her pussy. 

"You're wet," Cathy said, sliding two fingers into her. "Hot."

Elaine arched back, still holding her brother's cock but wanting to feel more of her friend's moving fingers. Danny lay on the bed watching his sister lift up, her head moving back beside Cathy's head as Cathy moved three fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. 

"Does the patient have any rubbers?" Cathy asked as she kissed Elaine's cheek. 

He rolled away from the girls and ran to his own room, returning moments later to see his sister leaning on her forearms on the bed, her butt up against Cathy's stomach as the other girl was reaching around to rub her clit. Elaine was shaking, about to cum, and Danny watched in fascination as her orgasm erupted, leaving her lying on her stomach with her buttocks twitching. 

Cathy took the package from Danny's pliant fingers and opened it. She grasped his cock and rolled it expertly over him. "Test your hip movement again," she said. "Fuck your sister."

Danny's hands were trembling when he put them on Elaine's hips. "El, do you want me to do this?" he asked. Elaine nodded her head against the bed, not quite able to speak yet. 

Cathy grabbed Elaine's hair and pulled her head back. "Do you want to fuck your brother?" she asked. "Speak up."

"Yes," Elaine said. "Fuck me." Then she pushed herself up, her voice gaining strength as she looked back at Danny with the wild eyes of a woman possessed. "Fuck me hard," she snarled. "Fuck me like a bitch. Slam me with that cock."

Danny pushed her legs a bit wider and bent his knees to get himself level with her snatch, and then he pressed himself against her, sliding up and down on her dripping labia until he found the proper spot and pushed his cock all the way in. 

"Oh, Lord," he sighed, and then he began slamming his cock into her hard and fast. 

Elaine had an orgasm right away and another only moments later. She arched back against him, reaching down to feel him moving in her. She pulled him close and kissed him, sucking at his tongue as her pussy was sucking at his rampaging cock. 

Danny pushed her down then, rolling her to her back and entering her again so he could see her. God, she was tight. Hot. Squeezing his dick harder with each spasm of rapid orgasms. He was damned to hell. He knew it and he didn't give a shit.

After ten minutes, Elaine pushed him away and lay quivering uncontrollably. Her body convulsed from an overload of orgasm and was unable to take any more. But Cathy was there to take up the slack. She straddled Elaine's legs, offering up her own hot tunnel. 

"Take the rubber off," she said, spreading her legs and kissing Elaine's stomach. As Danny rolled the condom off, she kissed up to suck at Elaine's nipples, causing her body quiver from the new stimulation. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 06



To Recap: A whole bunch of people are having sex and a whole bunch are sill being left out. Some who should have been told have not, and some who shouldn't know have found out. The truth is that there is really too much to recap. 

But, when last we saw the Porter kids, Danny and Elaine, they were slumbering in each other's arms along side their dear friend, Cathy Burton. Cathy, whose own incestuous family didn't see fit to invite her into the fold, made herself a new fuck family at the Porter house. She likes it there just fine.



PART SIX: FATHER'S DAY

CHAPTER ONE, Cathy's Nocturnal Encounter

Cathy Burton woke at about three a.m. and rolled carefully out of bed to avoid waking her friend, Elaine, and her brother, Danny, who were sleeping in each other's arms beside her. She needed to pee, and tip-toed into the bathroom to take care of her needs. Once in the confines of the small room, she became aware of her smell. She smelled of sweat and used cunt, and she didn't consider that to be a very becoming odor. 

She ran the shower hot and stepped in under the spray, soaping herself liberally and washing very completely. Cathy enjoyed every moment of her cleansing, and even managed to give herself a small thrill with the removable shower head before she was done. 

Robert Porter woke up shortly after Cathy, and he went downstairs in his boxer shorts thinking to make himself a ham sandwich from some of the left over food from Elaine's graduation party. He heard the shower running and wondered what was going on that had the kids showering in the middle of the night. Deciding that it wasn't his concern, Robert continued down to the kitchen.

When Cathy was finished, and had toweled her hair mostly dry, she emerged into Elaine's room thinking that she might want to wake them up to continue the threesome they'd so enjoyed last night. No, they looked so sweet wrapped up in each other that she couldn't bear to disturb them. But she was awake now, and she was thirsty. 

Cathy couldn't find her black thong, but she did find the tee shirt she'd been wearing before their sexual adventure began. She put it on and slipped out of the room quietly. Maybe they had something to eat down there, too.

The kitchen light was on when Cathy got to the door, and she peered around the door frame. Elaine's dad was at the counter buttering a slice of bread, and Cathy watched him for a moment. Seen in profile, Cathy could see that his dong was just a little bit excited, and it made a nice little mound on the front of his boxers that moved when he worked on his sandwich. He had a good body for someone in his forties, she thought. It was a body much like his son's, if a bit thicker, with a sprinkling of hair on his chest and tight abs under well defined pecs. 

Cathy felt herself growing moist, and then she remembered that she hadn't put on any underwear and the tee shirt stopped at least an inch above the lips of her shaved pussy. Maybe she should back away before it was too late.

Mr. Porter turned, catching glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, and then spun to look at her fully. His cock reacted just as quickly, leaping up half erect against his boxers as he saw the comely 18 year-old and her bare pudendum.

"Cathy?" he said. "I forgot you were here. I'm sorry, but I . . ."

"I was thirsty," she said. She walked into the kitchen then, smiling, doing nothing to cover herself. "Thought maybe you had some water in the fridge. Now I think maybe you've got something else to drink."

"What?" Robert asked, backing away until he was against the counter. 

Cathy walked right up to him then, smiling. "Maybe I can get a little drink here," she said, and she grasped his cock through his boxers. 

"Oh, no, now Cathy you can't do that. You're so young."

"I'm legal in every state of the union," she said, unsure if that was true but knowing it was in this state. "And you're a good looking man."

"Stop that, Cathy." Robert Porter tried to slip away to the side, but she blocked him and forced him to move the other way until he was trapped in the corner of the counter. 

"Can I suck your cock, Mr. Porter?" she asked. She leaned close, pressing her breasts against him. "I'm thirsty. Can I have a cum shot?"

Robert wasn't really resisting. Cathy was a hot little number and his wife was asleep, and he was terribly tempted. But he knew it wasn't right, so he tried to hold onto his virtue. His cock had different ideas, however, and it pressed against Cathy's stomach when she leaned against him. 

"Let me see it, okay?" Cathy pulled the tee shirt up over her head. "I'll show you mine."

The sight of Cathy's body made Robert's heart pound and his dick grow painfully hard. He looked past her to the open doorway. Nobody was looking. Why not? No, it was wrong. But that little girl shaved her pussy and wanted his cock. That little girl was his daughter's age! Shit.

Cathy gave up waiting and pulled his boxers down. He made no move to stop her when she did that and did nothing when she knelt before him and took him into her mouth. He tasted a little spunky. Cathy decided that he and the missus must have had sex earlier. No matter, she'd be adding her own taste to his cock soon. 

"Ah, Cathy we shouldn't do this," Robert said, feebly. 

"You're right, Mr. Porter." Cathy stood and kissed him, happily accepting his arms around her when she did. He cupped her ass, pulling her closer. "You're right. We should fuck instead," she said, moving back. 

Cathy sat up on the kitchen table and laid back nudging a salt and pepper set aside. She held her legs up with both hands and spread them, showing him the perfect pink interior of her perfect pink pussy. 

"I really want to fuck you, Mr. Porter," she said. "Please?"

"Cathy, are you on the pill?" That was the only thing that would stop him now. He stepped out of his boxers fully expecting her to say yes.

"Oh, yes, sir," she said. "And I want to feel you cum inside of me."

Robert Porter strode to the table and took hold of Cathy's legs. The girl reached down and grasped his cock, sliding it up and down over her wet labia. The tingling sensation of impending orgasm was already upon her as she did that. She was just that hot to get fucked. 

Robert thrust himself into the 18 year-old's pussy, slamming into her again and again until the salt and pepper shakers rolled to the floor with a clatter and the table skittered across to hit the far wall. He continued slamming into her headless of the thumping noise of the table on the wall, and unaware of anything but the young pussy holding his cock tightly in it's warm, wet grip. 

Cathy paid no heed to their sounds, either. She was enjoying the feeling of him too much. His cock was shorter than Danny's, but thicker, and her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She cried out in delight, "Oh, fuck me!"

And that's exactly what he did. He pounded into her until he shot a hot load of cum deep inside her teenage snatch in shot after shot. Finally, staggering back, he pulled out. Cathy dropped down from the table and grabbed his cock to suck the last dribble of cum from inside of him. 

"Oh, that was, man, really too much," he said. 

"Can we do it again sometime?" She asked, looking up from where she was kneeling on the kitchen floor.

"No, we shouldn't," he said. Then he smiled. "Well, I don't suppose we can't help bumping into each other some time, can we?"

"No, we can't." Cathy stood and kissed him, pressing her hard nipples against him, and then she let go and backed to the door. "Good night."

"Night." The last image he had of her was his cum beginning to run down her leg.

Suddenly recovering his senses, he stumbled back into his underwear and then lifted the table and carried it back into place so as to avoid making any more scraping noises. Thank God nobody heard all the racket they made, he thought as he picked up the salt and pepper shakers and put them on the table. 

When he was finished cleaning, he leaned back against the counter and looked skyward. "Thank you, Jesus," he said, grinning. He was truly thankful for the gift of teen pussy, and especially for not getting caught. 

Of course both he and Cathy had been too busy to notice his wife, Emily, standing in the kitchen door briefly as they were thumping the table against the wall. If they had seen her, they might have wondered why she smiled and backed away without a word to her cheating husband or her daughter's cock-hound friend. 

Emily didn't say anything because knowing that Robert had knocked off a bit of teen tail helped lessen her own guilt over her lesbian excursions around the neighborhood lately. She knew that Cathy Burton was a cock-slut with no scruples about who she fucked. It wasn't his fault that he fell into her cunt. Besides, she liked to see her husband enjoy himself. 

When he came to bed ten minutes later, Emily lay feigning sleep. She could smell the odor of Cathy's pussy on him. It was a scent better than aftershave just then. It was an odor that smelled something like love.

#

"Where have you been?" Elaine asked Cathy sleepily when she began to get back into bed. "You were gone a long time."

"Your dad's got a nice cock." Cathy said, snuggling up against Danny. "Strong legs, too."

"My dad? What did you do?" Elaine was dumbfounded. Her father cheating on Mom with a teen-ager? "What?"

"I went down for a drink of water," Cathy said sleepily. "He was down there making a sandwich. Well, you know, shit happened."

"You fucked my father?"

"He's not a virgin, you know," Cathy said. 

"Yeah, but . . ." Elaine gave up, lying down again even as Danny spoke up groggily. 

"More power to him," Danny said. "Can't let Mom have all the fun."

He was right, of course. Elaine was surprised more than shocked, and her anger was mostly over not seeing it happen.

"You did it in the kitchen?" she asked her friend.

"Right on the kitchen table."

"Ew, remind me to wash it before anybody eats breakfast," Elaine said. 

"I got your breakfast right here," Danny mumbled, and he turned over so that his hard cock slapped his sister's thigh. 

"Oh, go back to sleep."

But Danny was already snoring.

#

Robert Porter lay unsleeping for a long time. Had that really happened? Was he really that weak? Yes, and yes. He could blame Cathy for what he'd done, but the fault was really in the type of person he was. 

He was a sexually hyped-up man who had given up on common sense. That's what he was. Window peeping on the neighbors? Actually letting Patty Trent see his cock hanging half out of his pants as they stood in Patty's back yard? Fucking in the basement and then running naked through the house as though daring the kids to catch them? Yes, he had done all of that. It seemed like he'd spent the last week and a half chasing a thrill and piling up orgasms like chord wood. 

And then there she was, Cathy Burton, a girl of 18 who was already more sexually experienced than women twice her age. There she was, with her shaved twat and large, firm breasts. And here he was, thinking of her and getting a hard-on when he should have been feeling guilty. 

He just couldn't feel guilty. Not yet. Later, when Emily finds out (she was bound to find out) he'd probably feel guilty as all hell. Tonight, he felt satisfied and contented. 

#

Elaine awoke holding Danny's semi-hard cock in her hand as she lay facing him in the bed. Cathy slept on his other side, pressed against his back with one arm over him and the hand seeming to reach for the prize Elaine had already claimed. 

When Elaine shifted, the others began to awaken. Cathy opened her eyes first, looking confused but then realizing where she was. She winked at Elaine. "Morning, princess," she said, and the murmur of her voice in his ear woke Danny, who asked, "Was I dreaming?"

"No, you weren't," Elaine said. 

Danny reached around to grasp her buttock and pull her closer to him. He kissed her briefly on the lips, and then more fully on her throat and down, pressing her to her back on the bed as his lips found her breasts and sucked the nipples hard. 

Cathy got out of bed and went into Danny's room, where the sound of her searching through drawers could be heard for about five minutes while Danny kissed his sister's breasts and stomach, her throat, and around to the nape of her neck and she held him, stroking, loving. 

When Cathy returned she whipped the covers completely off of the bed and admired her friends' interlaced bodies. She held out an unwrapped condom. "Here," she said. "You'll need this."

Danny rose up, kneeling beside his sister as she took the condom from her friend and rolled it onto Danny's rigid cock. "Do me," Elaine said, her mouth set in a carnal smile. "Fuck your sister's hot cunt."

Danny opened her with his thumbs and thrust his cock inside roughly. They would have time to learn how to be gentle later, but right now they just wanted to fuck. He did exactly that, slamming into her pussy, her legs gripping his clenching buttocks, arms holding him tight against her freckled breasts. And oh, God, the climax as too much to bear. The shivering blast of pleasure hit her, clenching her vaginal muscles, her legs, and her arms. She held Danny to her as his cock expanded and shot its hot load into the latex sheath, keeping him against her until he had emptied himself and lay quite in her arms. 

"You guys should be in movies," Cathy said, her voice tinged with awe. 

#

Emily heard a strange squeaky thumping sound from somewhere in the house as she woke, but she couldn't place either the sound or the location. It sounded like a bed protesting under the force of sex, but that couldn't be true. Nobody was having sex this morning. She laid her head back down on her pillow. 

After a moment, she rolled just enough so that she could look at the other side of the bed. Yes, her husband was still there beside her. Smiling, she went back to sleep secure that the noise was nothing to worry about.



CHAPTER TWO, Home for the Summer

Tania Mosswell was a tall, imposing African American woman with large, smothering breasts and clutchable buttocks at the culmination of strong thighs. Her face was noble, with high cheekbones and intriguing arches of eyebrow over intelligent eyes that seemed to see right through you. At 44, she was a tenured professor of Women's Studies at the university who had earned the admiration of her colleagues and the respect of her students, but she couldn't keep her raucous family in line. 

She and her husband, Robert, had four children, but only one remaining at home. Tillman, 19, and their youngest, was going to the university and they saved money by having him live at home in a basement room that would give some sense of separation from his parents. Robert Jr. was 22 and he was their eldest boy. After his graduation from college, he had taken a job out of town, and so he was no longer in place as the calm mediator among the children. 

It was the girls and Tillman who needed mediation. Cherie, 23, and Sherona, 24, were both lovely women who had good careers and were secure financially. Of course, if the truth were to be told, Cherie was kind of a bitch, and Sherona had been over-sexed since she hit puberty and should always have been kept on a leash. 

The two girls and their youngest brother, grew up scrapping with each other. And, though it was verbal more than physical, their fights could be intense. Robert Jr. could be counted on to pull the sides apart and sort it all out when their parents weren't available. Unfortunately, Sherona had come home yesterday and Robert Jr. was nowhere in sight.

"You've got a whole house to lay around in! Why you gotta be in my space? You gonna sleep on the couch down there, too?" Tillman was shouting at his sister as he came up the stairs. "Damn fool is messing up my space," he said to his mother at the top. 

"Tillman, you've got to give Sherona a chance. Give her . . ."

"I can sit anywhere I want and watch any TV I want and you can shut your own damn mouth, boy!" Sherona bounded up the stairs barefoot in her dressing gown and looking exactly as though she had moved into Tillman's "space." "You think you own this place? You don't own squat and ain't gonna own squat cause you ain't worth squat."

"Sherona!" 

"All I'm doing is watching the movie down where there isn't sunlight glaring on the screen," the slim young woman said. "I'm not moving in."

"Hell you aren't," Tillman snapped.

"Both of you shut up," Tania said sternly. "Tillman, you let Sherona watch her movie and stay out of her face. You've got your own bedroom down there."

"Yes, but . . ."

"But nothing. Give Sherona her space. And you, Sherona, don't start getting too comfortable. You've got your own life, too. Right?"

"Right," Sherona replied with a small flip of her long, softly waved hair. "Exactly right."

She turned and flounced down the stairs again, leaving the mother and son alone together. 

"Till . . ."

"Yeah, I know. Bitch gets a divorce and I've got to pay for it," Tillman said.

"Don't talk like that about your sister," Tania admonished him. She couldn't really blame him, and so she left it as a word to the wise. "Let's please have some peace for as long as she's here."

"She'll be here forever."

"No, she won't. I promise you that." Tania had already made that promise to herself and she intended to keep it. She knew she'd never be able to stand having her eldest daughter home for more than a month.

"Okay," Tillman said. "I'm going out."

Tania kissed her son on the cheek and patted his shoulder. "Dinner around five," she said. "Don't be late."

"I won't."

She watched him go with a loving eye, thinking of what a good boy he was. He was a man, really. He was six feet tall and muscular and handsome as hell. Of course, that was a mother's perspective. 

Sherona was a piece of work, if she had to be honest. She was intelligent, beautiful, witty, and loving. Yes, all of that. But she was also willful, belligerent, and driven into bad decisions by her over heated libido. She was man hungry. 

She had even admitted to her mother that she'd married her ex husband for purely sexual reasons. "Jesus, mama, the man's got about a yard of dick," she said, laughing. Tania, of course, replied, "Too much information, girl. You keep your man's equipment to you self now."

"I intend to, mama," Sherona had assured her. 

She'd managed to keep it to herself for about a year and a half. Tania wasn't sure of the true circumstances of the divorce, but she felt fairly certain that hubby wasn't the only one straying from that marriage. She couldn't imagine Sherona staying two years with one man.

And she couldn't imagine marrying a man because of the size of his penis. If she'd told her that before the marriage rather than after, Tania would have held an intervention to keep the girl from going to the alter. A big cock doesn't put food on the table. A big cock doesn't take out the garbage or mow the lawn. She hoped the girl was done with her chasing so the next man she might decide to be in love with will be someone to stick with. 

Yeah, dream on. 

#

Sherona sat in the basement family room staring at the TV but not really seeing it. She was thinking of life and how it had brought her right back to fighting with her brother. Life had brought her right back home like a little kid. And it had brought her to the point where she had to admit that her mother had been right about everything. Everything. 

Sherona was close to losing her job due to her husband's harassment at work. Her boss advised her that she should take some time away until the whole thing blew over. He gave her a month, and she decided to spend it at home. 

Of course, this wasn't really her home. This was a white bread suburban cul-de-sac full of stuck up white bankers and whatnot. It was a very nice house, but not her home.




Neighborly Relations Pt. 06



If this were their old home, she'd be able to hook up with someone and have some fun. She needed a little something, a recreational fling, to soothe her now. She was too horny to be stuck in the middle of all these white strangers. 

The fight with Till had begun when she asked him if "anybody in this pale ass neighborhood likes to party. I wanna have some fun, little brother." 

"Go downtown and stand on a street corner," he said. "You want dick so bad, maybe you can get paid at the same time."

"You're still a snotty little brat aren't you?" she snapped back. "I just asked a question. Just say everybody around is an asshole and be done with it. Don't be a snot."

"They're not assholes. They got a lot more going on than you would believe."

"Jesus, Tillman, you love that white tale so much you beginning to sound like them. You getting some white pussy? Is that it?"

"Just a minute ago you were sniffing after white dick, you cock-hound."

"You still beating your meat looking at those white dykes?" Sherona said. "Can't get it up for a sister?"

"Fuck you," Tillman shouted. "You want to get laid? I'll go round up a gang and you have them line up to drill you, bitch"

"You don't know any gang of men. You got no friends and no girl and sure as hell ain't got any smarts. Now leave me be to watch the movie," Sherona said.

That was when Tillman threw a couch pillow at her and stormed up the stairs.

Now Sherona was sorry they fought. She was 24 now. She should know better. Tillman was 18. He should probably know better, too.

She flashed briefly on a memory of her brother from a couple years ago. He was watching a video in the very room where Sherona was watching TV. That was before his bedroom was down here and about a month before Sherona's wedding. It was very late at night and he thought he was alone when she caught him stroking away watching two white women pleasure themselves with dildos. She'd seen his cock, hard and strong, and she'd seen it erupt with tasty cum. 

Her brother had a very nice cock.

Now she wished that he hadn't caught her watching him. Except for the argument at the end, it was a very nice memory. Yes, that young man had a very nice cock.

#

"My damn sister is going to be here all summer. I just know it," Tillman was telling Danny. He'd walked down to the Porter house from his own, and the two of them went upstairs to hang out. "I shouldn't fight with the bitch, I know. But it seems that she's always looking to get at me. You and your sister get along so good. How do you do it?"

"I guess I'm lucky that I don't have a bitch sister," Danny said. "But I bet you don't really, either."

"Sure I do," Tillman said. "But it isn't actually Sherona. Cherie is the bitch in my family. Sherona just thinks that everything belongs to her."

Elaine had gone downtown and Cathy had gone home shortly before Tillman came over, so the boys were alone at the moment. Alone meant that Danny gave him another look at the video of his mom playing the man's role in a strap-on encounter with their neighbor, Patty Trent. The two of them stared, each wishing they were alone so they could get off watching it. The last thing either wanted right now was to see each other's dick. 

"Sherona's the sexy one, right?"

"Yeah, I guess she's pretty fine," Tillman admitted. "Why?"

"She like younger men?" Danny laughed, playing it as a joke. The truth was that he did think Sherona was sexy, and he wouldn't mind having a chance with her. But then, he wouldn't really have a chance.

"She's a divorced woman," Tillman said. "Used to getting it regular, right?"

"Right."

"So I suspect she likes anybody who can get it up." Tillman laughed. "I can probably fix you up. Just trade your mom for my sister."

"No, I can only trade my mom for your mom. But I'll trade my sister for yours," Danny said. "An even trade. Besides, Elaine already likes you."

"She does?" Tillman was aware that he'd sounded too eager just then, and he looked at the screen to cover his embarrassment with lust for the two women on screen. "Damn, your mama is the definition of MILF."

"Yeah, she can sure get a boy worked up," Danny said, standing a bit to adjust his pants. "It's getting hard to act normal, you know? I say things like, 'Hey Mom, did you see my tee shirt?' What I'm thinking is, 'Hey Mom, can I watch you fuck Mrs. Trent?' It's weird."

"You're gonna slip some time," Tillman said. "Shit gonna hit the fan."

"Here." Danny stopped the video and clicked on a different file. "Let's get something with a money shot."

The video of his father and mother getting busy in the basement came up on the computer monitor. "Shit," Tillman said. "Your Dad is a stud. Look at him wailing away on your mom. The guy's a machine." Tillman's cock was hard in his pants, very hard. Unfortunately, it was doubled over and he'd have to reach in to straighten it out. "And she's even hotter here."

Elaine had been standing in the doorway to the bathroom for a couple minutes by then, and she stood silently watching the boys, thinking. There was a dream image in her mind, something from the best of dreams, the kind that awoke her trembling and damp with need. Looking at the two young men seated on the edge of Danny's bed, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have them both cum on her. She wanted to see the liquid love erupt from them close up and feel the heat of their bodies transmitted to hers in liquid form.

Tillman shifted uncomfortably. Danny laid his hand on his lap to conceal himself. On screen, his father was pumping a shot of cum onto his mother's face. Tillman had to adjust himself. He leaned back and began to insert his hand to do so. 

"About time one of you grabbed your dick." Elaine said as she entered the room, a wicked smile on her face. "Go for it Till."

Tillman pulled his hand out and sat upright quickly. "I was just getting comfortable," he defended himself. But he hadn't quite, and his cock was still painfully bent. 

"What?" Elaine entered and sat on the desk chair so that she was seated beside the monitor with the video of her parents. "Don't you guys know what you're supposed to do with porn?"

"Oh, I do, I do," Danny said, with mock urgency. 

"So why aren't you doing it?"

"It's not polite to jerk off in front of company," Danny said, laughing. 

"In some cultures, it's considered rude not to jerk off when watching a video of a friend's mother having sex," Elaine said, sounding very authoritative. 

"No, you're thinking about that belching after a meal thing," Danny countered. "I think drooling and moaning are enough common courtesy for a video."

"You guys are idiots. Come on, Till, get real comfortable," Elaine said. 

"I'm good," he said, keeping his eyes on the monitor. 

"Well, I'm not." Elaine stood and pulled her shirt off over her head. Sitting again, she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor. "I want to get real comfortable. This next part is really good, and I don't want to miss out on the fun."

Now Tillman was staring at Elaine, wetting his lips. Danny was grinning at his sister. She used to be such a shy little thing.

"I know what I need." Elaine got up and ran through to her own room, her breasts joggling happily on her chest. She was back in a moment carrying her pink vibrator. Once back, she dropped her pants and underwear and stood naked before them. 

"Okay, I showed you mine," She said, rubbing her index finger gently atop the hood of her clitoris. "You gonna whip it out or not?"

"He's shy," Danny said, unzipping his own pants. 

Elaine sat again and switched the vibrator on. It made a pleasant humming sound that deepened when she pressed it against her pussy. She wet it just within the labia, and then moved it up and around her clit. 

Danny dropped his pants to the floor, his cock hanging at that tentative place where it might grow hard as rock or deflate like a party balloon. It all depended on Tillman's reaction. Fortunately for all, Tillman did not disappoint. He stood slowly, grinned sheepishly, and dropped his pants, his cock springing out hard as iron. He sat again, gripping it. 

"There you go," Elaine said. She slid down in the chair and slipped the vibrator inside, fucking herself, smiling. "I want to do something," she said. "You guys want to help?"

"Always eager to help, Sis," Danny said, stroking himself slowly. 

Elaine moved to the floor right in front of the boys, still holding the vibrator inside of her. She sat so that her butt was atop her heels and the vibrator was held in place by her ankles. She smiled, and let a little sigh escape her lips. "Let me help you guys out," she said, reaching for their erections. 

Tillman was aghast when he saw Elaine slide her hand around her brother's rigid cock, but his shock was overruled by the glory of her touch on his own cock a second later. Soft hands, sliding over him, her thumb teasing the pre-cum dampened glans. His cock twitched and hardened in her grip, and he looked at it, assuring himself that the sensation was real. Then he looked up and found himself staring into Elaine's crystal blue eyes.

She smiled and then leaned over to kiss the head of his cock. "Tasty," she said. And then she sucked it into her mouth, swirling it with her tongue as she continued pumping him. 

"Man, you continue with that and you'll get a mouthful awfully soon," Till warned. 

Elaine removed her mouth, but not her hand. "Hey, Danny, Tillman's got a bigger dick than you do," she teased, and returned to the task at hand. 

"So what, we're not going to have a sword fight." Danny could take it. He knew his cock was in plenty good working order. "Don't I get a little suck, sis?"

"Suck your own cock," she said, the words badly distorted by the penis in her mouth.

"Well, at least pump me faster."

She did, pumping her fist at a ridiculous speed until Danny swatted her hand away. "I didn't say switch it to super-wank," he laughed. "Fine, you give Till a nice blow job and just fend for myself like usual."

Elaine held her lips over the swollen head of Tillman's cock, swirling her tongue around it and probing its opening lightly. Then she sucked it deeper, using her lips to pull the foreskin over the glans and down again, and again, and again until she brought her hands back into play and tried to get his scrotum into her mouth. She couldn't do that and still keep the vibrator inside of her, so she gave up and licked over the shaft instead. 

Tillman was overwhelmed by the ministrations of her lips and tongue. His cock twitched, seeming to swell slightly, and a small moan escape his lips as he felt his climax rushing to over come him. He was going to explode any minute. 

Elaine felt his reaction and sat back then, pulling on his cock, saying, "On my face. I want you both to cum on my face." Stroking him and pulling him up gently by his dick, she kept her eyes on his and kept that lusty half smile on her face. She reached for her brother's cock again. "You too, mister," she sighed. "Squirt on me."

Both of the young men stood. Tillman was directly before her, his feet straddling her bent knees, as she took him back into her mouth briefly. Danny was at her right side, holding the left side of her head as she stroked him in a rather negligent manner and concentrated on Tillman's huge rod. 

"Ah, ah, I'm . . ." Tillman shivered, his cock throbbing, and then he released a spurt of jism that Elaine pumped directly onto the center of her forehead. Smiling, she tilted her head back just a bit, pumping, and the next shot was huge, coating the left side of her nose and running thickly down her cheek and past the corner of her mouth and dripping onto her chest. She directed the next shot at her right cheek, closing her eyes just in time to avoid being blinded. When she opened her eyes, a couple strands of Tillman's cum roped across from her top to bottom eye lashes. 

That was when Elaine's orgasm over took her. It rumbled, rolled, and nearly knocked her back to her butt. Her whole body trembled, and when another shot of cum hit her forehead, it seemed to prompt another, larger burst of sensation. She let go of Tillman's still spewing cock to support herself crouching on the vibrator. He gripped himself and the back of her head, squeezing out the last drops of his juice onto Elaine's lips. 

Tillman fell back on the bed, fulfilled, and watched as his friend stood pumping himself at his sister's shoulder. Elaine was still cumming. A tear had escaped one eye, as though the pleasure was so intense that it hurt. Finally, she stumbled to the side, sitting on her left hip and nearly falling. Danny held her up by the hair, still pumping, moving with her motion to keep his cock near her cheek. 

And then he blasted a load onto his sister's face that painted her right cheek with a thick coat of pearly liquid. He squirted into her hair, and even a bit in her right ear. Finally, he was done, too. He fell onto the bed beside Tillman and watched his sister sit trembling on the floor. 

"Oh, shit," she said. She was trembling as though she was cold, and she could barely get the words out. "Oh, man, man, I swear I've never . . . cum like that before. Mother fucker. Oh, God." Smiling now. Seeming delirious. "Almost perfect. Too bad Dad wasn't here, too. That would have been perfect."

Tillman watched Elaine closely and weighed her words carefully. Was that just talk, or did Elaine have something going with her dad? Weird. He wouldn't have pictured any of the Porters to be this kind of people before this week. There was no saying what else they were up to. She had pumped her brother's cock so easily, as though it was no big deal. Man, if his sister was like that, they'd never fight again.



CHAPTER THREE, Daddy's Girl

Cathy Burton stood in the living room a moment looking at her mom lying on the couch with a damp cloth over her eyes. Hung over, she guessed. Her mom only drank at the family gatherings, and when she did she did it in excess. 

After seeing her in action last night, Cathy couldn't help but look at her with new eyes. She wasn't technically having incestuous sex when Cathy saw her. They weren't her blood relatives, after all. What she had seen last night was an insatiable woman eager to go all the way to fulfill her need for sensation and the needs of those around her. Now, she saw a pleasant looking woman in a flowered robe lying on a couch with her pale legs stretched out inelegantly and her mouth half open as she slept. 

Cathy didn't wake her but walked through to the hall. She could hear snoring coming from the guest room, and assumed her aunt and uncle were in there, with or without their children. The shower was running in the bathroom at the end of the hall. It was a four in one chance that the person bathing would be her brother, Carter, the only relative she didn't want to see, but she'd risk it. 

When she opened the bathroom door and slipped inside, she was hoping it would be . . . "Daddy?" she called out.

"Oh, hey kiddo." His voice came from behind the frosted glass panel that was further obscured by steam. "Have a nice sleep over?"

"Yes. Better than I should have, really," she replied, smiling at the memories. 

Cathy unsnapped her jeans and pushed them and her thong down to her ankles so that she could sit to pee. "Do you know the Porters very well, Daddy?" she asked as she urinated. 

"Not very," her father replied. "Of course, we've gotten construction loans through Robert at the bank. Seems like a nice fellow. I don't really know his wife." 

"Pretty much normal people, right?" She finished her task and wiped herself. Then she stood and stepped out of her pants, a pensive look on her face. "Straight laced?"

"Sure."

"Of course, we're pretty much normal, too," she said, pulling her blouse off.

There was a pause before her father spoke again. "Well," he said, slowly. "I like to think we're pretty normal, yes. A bit above average, of course."

"Even straight laced, I suppose?" She was studying her face as best as she could in the steamy mirror. The steam left her looking distorted, her face half-formed. 

"Well, no, not at all," he said. "What are you getting at honey?"

"I don't know." Cathy pulled her shirt off over her head and let her bra follow it to the floor. "I just wonder about us, our family. I wonder what kind of gene pool I came from."

Cathy slid the shower door aside and stepped into the large shower. It was a square, molded tub with a low bench formed into the back wall of the tub. He father was standing under the spray of water, with a soapy washcloth in his right hand. He held the cloth low, concealing his penis. 

"What are you doing, honey?" Kent Burton asked, a look of concern and confusion on his face. 

"I need a shower," she said, standing with her arms to the side and looking at her father very seriously. At that moment, she felt like crying, and all she wanted was for her father to hold her in his arms. "Oh, Daddy," she said, her voice hitching as she kept the tears at bay. "Can you just hold me?"

"Oh, my little girl. Yes, I can hold you. You're my precious girl, my honey girl."

Kent took her into his arms, holding her head to his muscular chest and stroking his hand over her hair. Cathy pressed herself against his chest, feeling secure, loved in his arms even as she felt his penis rise and fall against her hip as though it couldn't decide what it should do. 

"Why didn't you tell me, Daddy?" Cathy asked, her voice muffled against his chest. "It would have been alright. Really. I could have handled it."

"Oh, honey." Kent Burton kissed the top of her head, holding her even closer to his chest while twisting his lower body to avoid too much contact down there. "It was for the best. Really. You were a minor."

"You didn't have to fuck me, Dad! Just tell me the truth." Now the tears began to flow, and she let them go. "Didn't you trust me?"

"I trust you with my life, dear." Her father pushed back far enough to look into her eyes. "But we didn't want to influence you, honey. Young kids get confused and follow anybody's lead. I was rather hoping the practice would die out. Not that I don't love my family and love every experience I have with them, but because I'd like us to just be normal. You know?"

"But Carter knows." She let the shower that sprayed past her father's head wash her tears away. "And Bill."

"Carter found the videos," Kent admitted. "But he agreed not to tell you right away."

"When would a good time be? When I'm forty?"

"When you're in college this fall. Then you'd be separated from your family and be more likely to stop and think before diving in."

"But you would have told me?"

"How could we keep on lying to our wonderful daughter? I love you, Cathy, and anything I can do to make you happy is what I want to do."

"Thank you Daddy. I'm sorry for being a cry baby."

"You're not a cry baby."

"Could you wash me, Daddy?" she asked shyly, suddenly feeling lost again and in need of tender care. "Please?"

"Sure, honey." He smiled reaching for the bottle of shampoo. "Hair first, right?"

"You know best," she said. 

Ken Burton pampered his daughter in their large shower. He massaged the shampoo and conditioner into her hair lovingly, and he took his time bathing her with body wash and a shower sponge. Cathy closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the sponge moving over her back and buttocks, her breasts and stomach. He washed her legs, and then had her sit on the low bench where he could wash her feet as well.

"That feels so good, Daddy," she cooed. "Perfect."

"I want to please you when I can, dear."

"Daddy? Could you lick me? You know, my pussy?"

Kent cocked his head and looked at his lovely daughter a moment. He regarded her lovely breasts and her shaved pussy. And he thought of how much he loved her. He knew he could give her a good orgasm, and he knew that was what she wanted. Still . . .




Neighborly Relations Pt. 06



"Are you sure, honey?" 

"Please." She'd never been more sure of anything. She wanted to feel her father's tongue on her clit. Wanted to feel it in her. That thought alone nearly got her off.

"Of course, pumpkin." 

Her father knelt in front of her in the hot shower. He placed his hands on her knees gently and eased them apart, sliding himself closer to his goal. Her labia were distended just a bit from the hot water and his washing earlier. Kent Burton leaned closer, and he traced his finger around her pussy before leaning in to move his broad tongue up from below her pussy and to her clit. He massaged her clit with his tongue flat against it, and then moved down to let the tip of it move just inside of her. 

Cathy leaned back against the shower wall and watched her father's head moving between her legs. His tongue was already sending shivers of pleasure through her body, and her mind was adding to it imagining her father, his cock, and his tongue. 

He slipped his fingers into her, massaging the top of her vagina to double the humming pleasure within her. "Oh, yes, Daddy," she said. And the very act of saying that word, "Daddy," excited her, gave her the dirty thrill of the known and natural being turned into a taboo. 

Kent thrust his tongue into her now, moving his hand down to slide his index finger into his daughter's anus and his thumb into her vaginal opening. Then he rubbed the fingers together in opposition to each other. He sucked her clit into his mouth and tongued it rapidly. 

Cathy orgasm exploded within her. She allowed herself to scream her pleasure out loud rather than keeping it quiet to avoid detection. She cried out and held her father's head against her until the trembling assault of the concentrated pleasure made her whole body shake, and she nearly slipped off the bench. Kent held her up with his finger in her ass, lifting her back to the bench. 

"Oh, Daddy, that was wonderful." She slid back and took her face in both of her hands, lifting him to her lips. "Really wonderful."

"My pleasure," he said against her lips. "We'd better get out before the water goes cold." He stood, turning toward the knob to shut off the shower. 

"Wait." Cathy stood on shaky legs and held herself against her father's back. She reached around and gripped his manhood, stroking slightly. "You haven't had your fun yet."

"Eating that tasty pussy was plenty of fun, honey." He didn't stop her or move away but turned so that she could kneel and take him into her mouth. Her expert tongue returned his favor on the head of his cock, and her hand made gentle movements on the shaft. After awhile, she stood, hugging him to her. 

"Fuck me, Daddy," she said. "Fuck me right now and let me feel you cum inside me."

"Oh, God, Cathy," Kent sighed. He lifted Cathy's right leg and bent his knees so that his cock was positioned at the entrance of her sex. He pushed it up slowly into her, and then stood quickly, lifting her slightly with the force of his movement.

"Oh!" Cathy's breath was knocked out of her, but she settled into the rhythm of her father thrusting up into her body as they held each other under the hot spray of water. Kent wasn't going to last long. The time he'd spent eating Cathy's pussy had excited him so much that he had been afraid he would cum unprompted. He hadn't cum then, but he was sure going to cum now. 

"I'm cumming, honey," he whispered against Cathy's cheek. 

"Fill me, Daddy. I want to feel your hot cum."

Kent Burton's cock released a flood of cum into his daughter's pussy. He began thrusting even faster, kissing her, holding her tight as she clenched the muscles of her vagina to milk her father's ejaculate from him. Her father's seed burst into her to mingle with whatever might be left of Robert Porter's sperm.

Finally, Kent stepped back, and Cathy knelt quickly and took his cock into her mouth to swallow the last few drops. She wanted to taste his cum. 

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, smiling up at him from the floor of the shower. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey. Always remember that." Kent Burton helped his daughter up and kissed her with the passion of a lover while gripping her buttocks with both hands. Then, laughing, they parted and got out of the shower.

"I'm not sure I want to play with everyone, Daddy," she said as they were toweling dry. "Just you and Mom. Maybe. I don't know."

"That's fine, dear," he said. "It's all up to you."

"I'm sure as hell not getting into any videos. Alright?"

"Definitely." He kissed the back of her neck. "You do what you want."

"Thank you, Daddy." Cathy kissed her father deeply on the lips, and then, wrapped in a towel, she turned and left the bathroom. 

"Hey, Sis." Carter was in the hall and greeted her warmly.

"You fucker," Cathy spat, pushing past him.

"What?" 

"You could have told me, asshole," she told him, turning to glare at him. "You didn't have to treat me like a little kid."

"I'm sorry, Cathy, but . . ."

"Fuck you. Or, well, maybe you should get Aunt Amy to fuck you before they leave. I'm sure not going to do it."

Cathy disappeared into her room, leaving her brother hurt and sad. He didn't blame her one bit. 

In her room, Cathy threw the towel aside and lay on her bed letting the memory of her encounter in the shower roll through her mind. Her dad wasn't in as good shape as Robert Porter, but he was damn good with his tongue and his cock filled her up nicely. She had especially loved the way he looked up at her as he licked and sucked her hard little clit. 

There was love in those eyes. Cathy closed her eyes and drifted to sleep thinking of her father's eyes and his everlasting love. 

She loved her daddy, and her daddy loved her.



To be continued . . . 



Neighborly Relations Pt. 07



To Recap: A whole bunch of people are having sex and a whole bunch are sill being left out. Some who should have been told have not, and some who shouldn't know have found out. The truth is that there is really too much to recap. 

Now that Cathy Burton has found out the truth about her family, will she join them in their tag team fuck parties? Or, will she stick with the new incest family she's created? Will Tillman Mosswell resolve his conflict with his sister? And what of the pregnant neighbors? We've only met one at this point. Let's find out about Claudia Adams now.

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PART SEVEN: The Stars in Alignment 

CHAPTER ONE, Baby Mamas

Claudia Adams and her husband, Andrew, lived between the Burtons and the old Tredweiler house, which had been empty for a couple months. They had moved into the neighborhood because it was cut off from the traffic and bustle of the city. It would be a good place to raise their two year-old, Meredith, and the child that was nearly ready to arrive in Claudia's belly. She had just begun her eighth month, and if she got any larger she was afraid she wouldn't be able to stand up.

The remote, closed in quality of the neighborhood was something of which Claudia quickly tired. She was used to a faster pace of life. They both were, really, and often bemoaned the fact that the neighborhood was so quiet. Didn't anything ever happen here?

It was her feelings of boredom that caused Claudia to take her two year-old in tow on the morning of June First and walk across the street to Terry Carter's home, hoping to find some sympathy from a fellow knocked up mama. A person can get to feel awfully isolated all alone with a two year-old. Terry met her at the door and assured her that little Meredith wasn't going to break anything if she was let loose to play with her own children and then ushered Claudia back to the kitchen. The upright chairs at the kitchen table weren't much, but they did offer very good back support. 

"I am so bored," Claudia said to Terry after her hostess had brought her a glass of water and a slice of coffee cake. "Everybody here is really nice, and all, but they don't do anything. How do you stand it?"

"Well, I can't exactly go very far at the moment," Terry said. "But this neighborhood has a bunch of interesting people if you look closely. 

"I thought I had looked closely," Claudia said. "We used to live in the city, and there was always something going on. And people. Lots of people. We moved here because it was quiet, but now we're thinking maybe we should have given some thought to just how quiet we wanted it to be."

Terry laughed. "Sure, these guys don't go out so much. Most of what they do is done indoors." She sipped her water, glancing at Claudia's pendulous breasts lying atop the perfect round dome of her belly. "They're very sexually active around here."

A short burst of laughter escaped Claudia lips. "Yeah, right," she said. 

Terry felt she should defend her neighbors just then, but she didn't know how to do so without spilling the beans. "Don't laugh," she said. "It's true." She did allow herself a smile, for she had the same impression not too long ago. "Do you mind if I asked you a personal question?"

"Well, I suppose not. I don't have to answer, do I?"

"Nope," Terry said. 

"Ask away."

"I was wondering what type of woman you are."

"What?" 

"Well, now that you're pregnant, are you horny all the time like I am?" There, that got the question out. Ever since Terry attended the party at Petersons, she'd been watching Claudia with increasing interest, and she was hoping the answer was yes. 

"Horny?" Claudia thought a moment. "Well, yes, I'd say so."

Terry smiled. "Well, this neighborhood is a very good place for a horny woman to hang out. It all depends on what she likes and dislikes. And, of course, it depends on whether or not her husband wants that sort of thing for his marriage."

"What sort of thing?" Claudia asked the question, but she thought she knew what Terry was getting at. She wanted her and Andy to have sex with them. 

"Well, what ever consenting adults might decide to do," Terry said. "It's not something for jealous types, but I guarantee you'll be satisfied by the arrangement."

"Wow," Claudia said, feeling her pussy growing moist. "I didn't know you guys felt that way, Terry. I mean, you want us to have sex with the two of you?"

"Yes, that's what I mean." Terry studied the other woman's face, looking for any sign of revulsion. What she saw was thoughtful reflection, and that was a good sign that Terry hadn't overstepped the bounds.

"Andy would probably say yes in a heartbeat," Claudia said. "He was always saying how he'd like to see me with another man."

"How about another woman?" 

"I don't think I really swing that way," Claudia said. 

"No, I was just wondering what your husband would think."

"Oh, my God, he'd think he went to heaven."

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"Do you think Terry Carter is good looking?" Claudia asked her husband that night, when they were lying in bed with their reading lamp on. "Would you have sex with her if you got the chance?"

Andrew Adams lowered his book stared at his wife with the trepidation of a man who suspects he's walking into a trap. There was no right answer as far as he could see. 

"This is a trick question, right?" he said. "I mean, you don't really expect a straight answer, do you?"

"Sure I do. It's okay if you tell me, because I'm not looking to fight."

"Well," he said, wetting his lips. "She's cute enough. Do you mean now, while she's pregnant, or later?"

"Both, I guess."

"Yeah, sure. If the stars actually aligned to where you wanted me to fuck another woman, I'd fuck her."

Claudia smiled. "What about her husband, John?"

"No, I'm not fucking a guy."

"No, silly. For me. Would you like to see him fuck me?"

"Is this for real? I mean, is there some reason for these questions?"

"It's for real," Claudia said. "I was over at Terry's today, and she said how the neighborhood was more interesting than I believed. That kind of led into her invitation."

"Our neighbor across the street, Terry Carter, invited us to have sex with them?" Andy was still waiting for the punchline. "Come on. You're messing with me, riffing on some pay cable movie plot."

"No, I'm not. She asked if we would like to have sex with the two of them. I thought she was kidding, too. She wasn't."

"Well, you know I'm a horny bastard honey, and assuming that this isn't some weird joke I'd say sure, why not," he said, rubbing his hand over her belly. "But I think the choice should be yours."

"You wouldn't be jealous?"

"If we're both getting it on, why should either of us get jealous?" He smiled, hoping his cock didn't get any harder and tent the bed clothes or she might think he's more excited by the idea than she wants him to be. "I say, sure why not, but you make the call."

"I'll think it over," Claudia said. She'd already thought about it quite a bit, and more or less decided that she'd like the chance to try out a new cock without repercussions. 

"Wait now. Did she say 'neighborhood?' Not just her, but the neighborhood was more interesting than we thought?" Andy's eyes lit up then, possibilities flooding through his mind. "The whole neighborhood?"

"Yes, neighborhood. Why? I bet there's someone else you'd sooner fuck than Terry."

"Well," he started, and then stopped. "Nothing."

"Tell me," Claudia laughed. "I won't let up until you do."

"Mrs. Porter. Emily." Andy spoke with a sigh in his voice. "That woman is about MILF perfect."

"Hey, I'm a mother too, you know." 

"You're the perfect twenty-something MILF. She's got the crown for the over forty set."

"Oh, okay." Claudia laughed, hugging her husband. "As long as I win my age group."

They didn't notice Tillman Mosswell looking through their window. He was watching the rise and fall of Claudia's magnificent belly when she breathed, and wondering what it would feel like to put his dick into a pregnant pussy. He'd been wondering that since he and the Porter kids had peeked through this window last week. 

Since that time, a lot had happened. He'd found out that Elaine Porter liked him well enough to suck him off, but he wasn't sure if she liked him well enough to go out on a date. He was a little bit scared to find out. He had found out that the Porters were a very sexual family, even to the point where Elaine was comfortable jerking her brother off. Tillman could easily picture himself settling down with that lithe redhead, she was just that put together, but he could also picture himself screwing her mom. Life can be complicated sometimes.

Tillman had done his best to stay away from this window, but he finally gave into the urge. Now he stood wishing they would have sex but knowing that wasn't going to happen. He'd have to settle for seeing Claudia coming out of her shower and dry her magnificent belly and lift her breasts to dry beneath them. He'd have to settle for that small glimpse of her swollen pussy almost hidden by her belly. 

She was beautiful. She had very dark, curly hair and a sweet round face. Those attributes were eternal. But the pregnancy was a temporary condition and he wouldn't have the chance to see her like this for very long. Her stomach was stretched taut with an intriguing line of dark hair running down the middle of her belly to her pubes, and her huge milky tits laid atop her belly just waiting for an eager hand, a mouth. Her ass was full, soft and ready to be held onto. Tillman unzipped his pants and straightened out his hard cock. Even a man with access to regular sex would jerk-off if given the proper motivation. This chick was pure motivation. 

All she was doing was laying on her back wearing a nightgown and talking to her husband, but it had Tillman hard as hell. He hoped they'd leave the light on five more minutes. But, no, they switched off the light and took his view of heaven away from him. 

Damn. 

Tillman put himself back into his pants and walked around the house to the street. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he approached his own home feeling restless and at loose ends. He was about to enter the house but stopped. What could he see through the windows of his own home?

His parents were upstairs, but Sherona was staying in her old room on the main floor. Maybe she was doing something worthwhile. 

Her blinds were partially open, allowing him to see her fairly well through the vertical blinds. Oh, yes. She was nude and had a bottle of lotion. His sister sat on the bed with her lotion and began applying it to her legs. 

Oh, yes, she turned a bit, exposing her pussy to the window. She had only partially shaved it, leaving a triangle above the folds of her labia. Tillman's mouth watered and his cock begged to be released. Okay, so release it. He would whip it out and masturbate to the delicious sight of his sister naked in her room. He would decide about that guilt thing later. Right now, he was incredibly turned-on by the sight.

Tillman took his dick out and began pumping as he watched his sister grease her legs, and then her body, her breasts. Yeah, she was hot, alright. He watched her fondling her own breasts as she applied the lotion. It seemed like she was taking longer than necessary, and the look on her face suggested that she was enjoying herself quite bit. 

Her hands went to her pussy, and Tillman's hand moved faster as she manipulated her clit. Moments later, Tillman deposited his blast of cum in his mother's peonies and stood leaning against the wall panting and watching Sherona bring herself to orgasm, too. 

Oh, yes, a person can find all sorts of things to entertain themselves right at home if they just open their eyes and look. 

#

Terry Carter was a well satisfied woman. She was nearly through the sixth month of her pregnancy without complications. She had a husband who loved her and wanted nothing but her happiness. And, perhaps most important to her right at the moment, she lived in a neighborhood where so many people were willing to help her work through her nearly constant craving for sex. Other than money, she couldn't think of anything more that she needed in her life.

The only thing that troubled her was her growing infatuation with the female body. The graceful curves and soft, cushiony flesh, secret openings and the rubbery joy of aroused nipples excited her, made her wet. She didn't know what these feelings meant, because she loved her husband and loved his cock. The urgent thrusting of a hot penis could never be replaced by cold plastic. But the taste of a woman wasn't to be denied very easily. 

There had been two reasons she'd taken the chance and spoken up with Claudia Adams. First, because Claudia's husband had wandering eyes and was clearly up for such things. Secondly, Terry wanted to explore the other woman's pregnant body. She'd have to find a way to change Claudia's mind about women, first, of course. 

The phone rang. Terry waited for the caller ID to come up so she'd be certain it wasn't a bill collector. When it showed "Adams, Andrew" she snatched the receiver up. 

"Hello?"

"Hi." A tentative voice, unsure but excited. "Hi, it's me, Claudia. I spoke to my husband about your offer."

"Oh, good," Terry said warmly. "So what's the verdict?"

"We would love to join you and John," Claudia said. "Of course, John knows he's got to be careful, right? I'm farther along than you are."

"He's an old hand at pregnant sex, Claudia. You needn't worry."

"Okay, sure, then we'll just have to decide when to do it."

"Tomorrow is Friday," Terry offered. "As good a time as any."

"Sure, okay, fine. I'll arrange a baby sitter. What time would you like us to arrive?"

"The kids are sound asleep by eight," Terry said. "But come over any time around then. Seven thirty would be great, cause then we can chat."

"Yes, I suppose it's a good idea to get to know each other a little better before, well, you know." Claudia laughed nervously. 

"Exactly. We'll see you tomorrow night."

"Should we bring anything?"

"Just your own lovely selves, dear. That's all we need."

"Okay. Bye." Claudia hung up after her nervous little farewell, and Terry sat back smiling. Tomorrow night should be fun. 

CHAPTER TWO, Two Views on One Subject

Cathy Burton was in a sour mood when she woke up on Friday morning. It was only the third day of June and she was already bored. Her parents hadn't pressured her to find a job because they were wealthy enough to cover college for her, and they were generally very doting parents. But, not having a job, meant that she had nothing to do and nobody to do it with most of the day. Elaine and Danny had jobs, as did most of her other friends. Even her brother, Carter, had a job with the family construction firm. She really had nothing worthwhile to do. 

Her father and Carter had gone to work and Cathy wandered through the empty house, waiting for her mother to finish her shower. At least she'd have someone to talk to if her mom was there. She went into her father's den and sat behind the desk rocking the chair slightly, thinking of how she used to hide in the knee well of the desk so she could scare him when he came in to work. For lack of anything better to do, she opened the desk drawers to see what he kept in his home office. Pens, papers, binder clips, nothing much. One drawer held a plastic box about the size of a fishing tackle box. Cathy pulled it out and opened it. 

The box contained home made CD's and computer flash cards. The CD's were labeled by date. This must be the porn collection that Carter had found! Cathy turned on her father's computer with trembling fingers, but it asked her for a password when Windows came up. Shit. 

That wasn't a deterrent, though, and she took the entire box with her to her bedroom and switched on her own laptop. While it was starting, she searched her room for the SD card reader, finally finding it in her box of cosmetics. Okay, time for the show.

She selected a CD dated ten years earlier and started it up. Her mother was on screen first, in close-up, saying, "You keep pointing that camera at me, I might suddenly get shy." And a male voice (her grandfather) replied, "You're never shy, Sally, I know that."

"I'm afraid you've got my number," Sally Burton said. Then her head disappeared below the frame, and the camera moved up and expanded to show a view reflected in the sliding mirrored door of a bedroom closet. Cathy's mom was sucking her grandfather's penis while sitting with Uncle Dave's cock up her pussy. Grandpa Burton was the one running the camera. "Now leave me alone and find your own girl," Sally said, turning back to the task at hand and moving herself in an undulating motion on Uncle Dave. 

The camera turned to show Cathy's father screwing his mother dog-style and it stayed on them until her father pulled out and turned Cathy's grandmother over to slam back into her for a couple strokes before pulling out to squirt on her belly. She looked so proud of the amount of jism her son released. "You're my good boy," Grandma Burton said. And Cathy's father moved down and lowered his face to her pussy. "Let me show you just how good, Mom," he said, and then proceeded to give her the attentions of his fingers and tongue.

Cathy's Aunt Doris wasn't there, and, because it was ten years old, her cousins, Paul and Ginny, weren't there either. Dave's wife, Amy didn't appear to be there until she came through the door shedding clothing as she walked. "You started without me," she said. "I guess you'll all have to do me twice to make up for it."

Everybody looked good ten years younger, but looking at this old video and comparing it to her memory of what she'd seen through the window the other night, Cathy could see that her family had aged pretty well. Grandpa and Grandma were fit, and both her father and Uncle Dave were able present a pair of damn fine hard-ons. 

The video made Cathy's pussy moisten, and it made her want to see more. 

She played another video, where the camera was on a tripod in the corner of the room to capture what appeared to be a party. Everyone was naked and holding a drink. Her Grandfather was dancing with his daughter, Doris. Trying to, anyway, because she was more interested in grabbing his cock. Soon people were paring off and getting down to business on the couch or the floor. 

The flash cards held newer videos. One started off with her cousin, Ginny, talking to the camera. "Welcome to the Burton Family fuck club," she said, laughing. "Take off your pants and watch the Burton family fuck." There was laughter and applause as the view expanded to show that she was holding both her father and brother's cocks. Ginny was twenty now, cousin Paul was 19, so that video wasn't more than a year old. 

A knock on her door startled Cathy, and she reached instinctively to kill the video. But why? Her mother was on the video and probably wanted to see her daughter on future videos. Why pretend she wasn't watching?

"Come in," she called out. 

Her mother entered wearing her terry cloth robe with her hair damp from the shower after a quick towel and comb. 

"Oh," Sally Burton said. "You found them."

"Yeah, I found them." Cathy studied her mom's face and didn't see any sign of disapproval or worry. Apparently, her family had no shame at all. 

"You could have just asked, you know. You didn't have to go snooping."

"I was just bored, opening Daddy's desk drawers because they were handy. He doesn't hide them very well."

"Because they weren't really hidden," her mother said. "We had planned to tell you when you were at school, but I guess that didn't work out."

"Mom, when you married Dad, did you know about this? Did you know about the family you married into?" Cathy wondered how anybody ever came to believe that family orgies were normal. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 07



"After we were engaged. That's when your father told me." Sally sat on the edge of her daughter's bed with her hands folded demurely in her lap. "It was still pretty new to him, too. Apparently, when his mother was going through the grief of the death of her father, she turned to him for comfort. They fell into it, I guess."

"That's weird."

"Yes, but you see Grandpa Burton's family had practiced incest before. They just didn't turn it into a group activity. And they certainly didn't film it," Sally Burton said, nodding toward the screen. Cousin Ginny was enjoying a double entry, pussy and ass, at the moment. "Grandma knew about that, so I suppose it wasn't such a stretch for her. It expanded since then."

"So you had to fuck all the relatives if you wanted to marry Dad?"

"Oh, goodness no." Her mother laughed, patting her knee. "Your father said he'd stop if I wanted him to."

"But you didn't want him to?"

"I did at first, but then I gave it some thought. Grandpa Burton is a good looking man. Dave, too, though he wasn't involved yet. I guess I decided that I wouldn't mind having sex with him at all." She smiled fondly at the memory. "It was all so dirty that it made me hot for it. I haven't regretted it."

"What's the appeal, Mom?" Cathy asked. 

"At first it was just to have sex with your grandfather. But soon, well, I don't know how to describe it exactly. Soon, I began to feel that I was totally part of the family and completely loved by them. And I loved giving them pleasure. That's why I first went down on your grandmother. I just wanted to spread my pleasure around, and it didn't matter what sex my partner was. It all became beautiful."

"What about Uncle Dave? How did he get involved?"

"He and Amy were married by then. It was Christmas when Amy caught me and Grandpa and scurried off to tell Dave. They spent a couple uncomfortable hours before finally going to your father about it. Well, it took a bit of explaining."

"And they just hopped in on it?"

"Oh, no, it was several months later."

"They just got too horny to say no," Cathy said. 

"The Burtons are a very oversexed family," Sally said. She stood then, saying, "Well you go on with your research, dear. Your father said you weren't planning to join in. He also said that you had a very talented mouth."

Cathy smiled, feeling oddly because of her father praising her ability to give a blowjob. "I said I didn't know if I'll join. Maybe."

"You make up your mind at your own pace." 

When her mother began to leave the room, Cathy stood and clasped both of her shoulders from behind. She moved up against her back and slipped her hands down over the terry cloth sleeves of the robe and then moved them to untie the loose knot holding it together. She kissed the back of her mother's neck and then kissed around her throat as she turned the older woman and pulled her robe open and then off. 

Sally didn't say anything. She didn't try to help. She knew that whatever her daughter did had to be her own decision. 

Cathy kissed her mother on the lips, her hands grasping Sally's buttocks and pulling her tight. Then she kissed down to her breasts, suckling at both nipples for a moment like she had eighteen years ago. She continued kissing down over her mother's belly and to the fringe of pubic hair above her pussy. The pussy itself was shaved.

Cathy pushed slightly, indicating that she wanted Sally to back up to the bed, and Sally did so. She sat on the edge and let her daughter pull her legs apart and begin rubbing her hands up and down the inside of her thighs. Sally leaned back on her elbows thinking that her daughter was so very gentle and thoughtful in her touch. Cathy was thinking of the darkened edges of flesh waiting vertically at the apex of her mother's legs. She was wondering how she would taste and if they had similar tastes since they were mother and daughter. 

Cathy kissed up her mother's thigh and placed the palm of her hand on her pubic mound, making slow circles on her mother's clit still hidden in his hood. Sally let out a sigh, feeling so wonderful, and she laid back just as her daughter moved in to lap the flat of her tongue up over her entire pussy. Again and again, she did that, moving her hand on top and lapping at her mother's labia. 

She slipped two fingers into her mother and used her other hand to open the lips for inspection. The pussy before her was pink and glistening with moisture, and releasing the pure smell of a woman. Cathy felt her own pussy tingle at that smell. She rubbed her fingers on the top of her mother's vagina, massaging the G spot, as she leaned in to use her tongue again. Her mother's breathing became ragged, and she reached down to stroke her daughter's hair. 

Cathy pointed her tongue this time and used it to slide up from the labia to the clit. She stayed in place, massaging her mother's clit with the tip of her tongue. Her mother lifted her legs and put her feet on the edge of the bed, pushing herself toward Cathy. She cried out, a short exclamation of pleasure, and dropped her trembling legs over Cathy's shoulders. 

Cathy held onto her mother's legs and continued licking and sucking her clit. She tasted so good, and Cathy could only hope she tasted this good as well. Her mother began bucking against Cathy's mouth, pulling at her hair, and crying out loudly. "Oh, Cathy! Good, you're good!" Cathy could feel her mother's pussy contracting against her tongue when she came, and when she allowed her mother to push her head away she could see the labia quivering. 

Cathy sat back on her haunches, hands resting on her denim clad legs, and looked at her mom as she recovered from her climax. She was a very good looking woman. Nearly 40 and she still looked hot.

"I think it's your turn, little missy," Sally Burton said as she sat up. "After what you just did, I want to do you right."

"No," Sally said, smiling. "Later, after my shower. I just want to absorb what I just did before moving on from here."

Sally studied Cathy's face, seeing a much more deliberate girl that people gave her credit for. Cathy would take it slow. 

"You take your time, dear." She stood and retrieved her robe but didn't put it on. "I definitely agree with your father. You have a very talented mouth."

After kissing her daughter on the top of her head, Sally Burton left the room. 

Cathy licked her lips and wiped at the moisture on her cheeks with the back of her hand, licking that, too. Her mother was right. Giving someone pleasure was fun. It made her feel good even if they didn't return the favor. Giving her mother pleasure was even better, and Cathy could see how a person could get into this life. They did it because they loved one another. 

And, of course, they also did it because they were a bunch of horny bastards. 

#

Emily Porter finished her work in her home office and closed up shop for the day. Nobody would be home from work for several hours, and she was at loose ends. It was strange how having open time used to be seen as time to try out a new recipe or read a book. After taking up with Patty, open time had become time for sex in one form or another. When bored, she got horny. When horny, she did something about it. 

She was on her way to her bedroom for a session with oiled implements when she thought of a better plan. There was a video on Elaine's computer that she wanted to see more of. Deciding that there was no time like the present, she went into her daughter's bedroom and turned her computer on. When everything was loaded, she opened up the "My Documents" folder. Nothing. No video. 

Had she erased it? Emily hadn't told her to do so, but she had certainly implied that it was a good idea. Maybe she had gotten rid of it. But a flash card was still in its slot, so Emily opened the "removable disk" folder. There it was. Now she had several videos to check out. 

She loaded them all into the media player and sat back on Elaine's desk chair. 

First was a brief video of her and Patty in the living room. Emily's mouth dropped open, and her heart began to hammer in her chest. The little sneak knew about them! She knew! The next video was even more shocking. She was screwing Patty Trent with the strap-on dildo! The video was a full twenty minutes long and it showed her fucking her neighbor with the dildo from the front and back, and then going down on her. 

Emily felt sick. Her daughter knew about her lesbian affair. My God!

She skipped ahead to the next video. That was the one she'd been looking for. She and her husband, Robert, were fucking energetically on the old couch in the basement. That was the video she'd expected to find, not those others, but she wasn't really paying attention now.

Her sneaky daughter had caught them in the living room and recorded it. And then she'd caught them again at Patty's house and got a much better video. That little sneak. 

But, no, that couldn't be. The day she'd caught them in the living room she had been let out of school early due to a fire in the kitchen. The strap-on video would have been taken the next day. Elaine was in school then. The school was very good about calling a parent if a child didn't show up in the morning or asked for a pass to leave early. But if Elaine was in school, that meant Danny had shot the second video. 

Emily felt as though she was going to cry. Her son was watching her have sex with another woman. It hadn't seemed like anything bad to begin with, but he had made it feel perverse. In some way, the fact that Danny knew was worse than Elaine knowing. 

Emily wondered now if that video was the one Danny had been watching when she caught a glimpse of him jerking off. For one moment, Emily was pleased by that notion. But that attitude didn't last. The kids knew. She hadn't dared go to Robert about it, knowing how hurt he'd be if he felt she'd cheated on him. But it wasn't cheating, was it? She didn't know, and telling herself that fucking another woman wasn't cheating because she wasn't fucking a man suddenly seemed like a lame excuse now that she knew her children had been watching. Everything changed with that knowledge. 

She was about to turn the computer off and leave the room when she thought of the last video on the flash card. She clicked on that file with great trepidation, wondering what they had caught her at for this video. 

The video showed her daughter, Elaine, lying on her back trying to fit Big Wally into her pussy. It was a dildo of very exaggerated proportions, and she obviously couldn't get it into herself. Elaine cried out in pain and Emily was shocked to see Danny rush into the room, expressing concern for his sister's safety. Danny was in his boxer shorts and obviously aroused, and Elaine was making no move to cover herself from his leering eyes. Then Emily watched in horrified fascination as Danny dropped his shorts to release his large hard-on and her children masturbated together. When Danny came, it was on his sister's breast, and that warm contact seemed to be the last input Elaine needed to achieve her own orgasm. 

When the video ended, Emily sat very still, trying to find a way to raise some moisture in her mouth. It was all too much. Her family was so normal a couple weeks ago. Now they were all perverts. Was it her fault? Did she start them off when they caught her with Patty?

"My poor babies," she said quietly. 

Finally, she shut down the computer and left her daughter's room feeling discouraged and defeated. There was no way to reverse it. It was what it was, but she'd have to find a way to keep it from getting any worse. 

Emily lay on her bed feeling miserable. She was sad that her children had caught her like that and that they'd behaved with each other the way that they did. But she was also saddened by her own reaction to that last video. After the shock and feeling of nausea had faded somewhat, and while she was watching her children masturbate, she had begun to be aroused. 

She thought her children looked pretty damn sexy, and she liked the idea of them watching her have sex. The whole thing turned her on, and that was the saddest fact of all.

CHAPTER THREE, The Hero

Tillman Mosswell got off work from his job at Burton Construction at three p.m. Friday and drove home feeling bone tired. Construction was hard work, and especially so for one of the peons. Turning onto his street, he saw that fine Adams babe standing on her lawn looking down the street. In fact, she was looking at his house, and when he got to his driveway he could see what caught her attention. 

His sister, Sherona, was standing on the lawn with her ex husband, Darius. She was snarling and glaring and telling him to stay out of her life, and he was alternating between begging and threatening her to make her come back. All of it was being played out at top volume.

Tillman parked in the driveway and bounded out of his car. 

"Don't you talk to me like that, bitch," Darius was saying. "I supported you and all that and you paid me back with a damn divorce. Paperwork ain't done, you know. I'm going to get you back home where you belong."

"The hell you will, you cheap bastard. You supported me by fucking around, is what you did. Get the hell out of here before I call the cops."

"You ain't calling no cops," Darius snarled. He grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her toward his car parked at the curb. 

"Leave my sister alone," Tillman shouted, walking quickly and feeling a surging rage within him. "Get out of here."

"You gonna make me, little man? This is between me and my wife!" He pulled harder, pulling Sherona off balance so that she fell to her knees. "God dammit woman, get up and come on."

"Let go of her," Tillman snarled. 

"Fuck you," Darius responded. 

Tillman plowed into the other man like a football player sacking the quarterback. Darius tried to fight him, but he'd been caught off guard and he went down with Tillman on top of him. Tillman pressed his forearm against Darius' throat and put pressure on him while Darius punched at Tillman's ribs with no effect. 

"She ain't your wife any more, but she is my sister," he snarled into the other man's face. "You come around here again, I'll break your neck. Understand?"

Darius gurgled something, and Tillman let the pressure up enough to let him speak. 

"Get off me, kid," Darius said. 

Tillman put the pressure back on and said, "Do you understand?" This time he didn't let up until the other man nodded his head quickly, a look of desperation in his eyes. 

Tillman pushed himself up and stepped back. Darius massaged his throat and got up slowly. He turned without another word and walked to his car, a beaten man. 

Sherona hugged Tillman to her and kissed his cheek, the she stood back and grasped both of his hands in hers. "Thank you, Till. I guess you're my man now."

#

Elaine and Danny Porter each arrived home from their jobs with identical reports about their days. "Boring," they said. Emily kissed each of them on the cheek as they passed, Elaine about ten minutes before Danny, and watched them walk up the stairs feeling much more calm about her afternoon's discovery. 

She had decided that her children were too smart to take their masturbation any farther, and she no longer cared that they spied on their parents. It was her activities with Patty she worried about. She hadn't done anything with the other woman since their little "card party" last week. For all she knew, they would never do anything like it again. But still, they knew what she had done. They had video, and she was going to have to talk to them about it. 

Watching Danny mount the stairs to his room, the image of him masturbating and the thought that it might have been her lesbian video he was watching made her incredibly wet. A mother being able to turn on her own son was quite an achievement. And she though again of him stroking his long, hard cock, and smiled. 

When Robert came home he was greeted by a wife who wrapped herself around him in a passionate embrace and said, "Gotta fuck you, mister. Gotta fuck you now." He let her lead him down to the finished basement and pull his pants down without a word, grinning all the time. She took him into her mouth, swirling the head of his cock with her tongue, and then stood and pulled her own pants down. "Gotta fuck you fast," she said. 

Emily pushed him down on the couch and straddled him, lowering her wet pussy down onto his throbbing dick. She took him inside, and then she dropped herself on him, driving him up against the vaginal wall as her pussy clamped against him. She pumped her body up and down on his cock, her breath coming in increasingly short, ragged gasps until her orgasm overtook her and she leaned shivering against Robert. When he indicated a desire to change position, she shook her head and began moving again. She worked her vaginal muscles to grip his cock, humping herself on him until he groaned and she felt the warm burst of cum up inside of her. Only then did she get off her husband. 

Emily put her pants back on, kissed her husband on the cheek, and went back upstairs leaving him seated with his half erect cock and thinking that this was going to be another of those interesting nights.

#

Tillman Mosswell was chomping at the bit to get out of the house that night. It was Friday night, and his favorite lady was bound to be doing something. Wasn't she? He had suffered through his parents congratulating him and hugging him and general acting like geeks after Sherona told them about his driving Darius away. His mother looked at him with loving eyes, and his father clapped him on the back, and Sherona just kept making cow-eyes and saying, "My big man."

He finally got free, claiming fatigue, and went down to his room. He had been dog tired when he got home, but he'd been recharged by a hot shower and he was ready for action. He didn't call Elaine and Danny, because he didn't want them to know that a pregnant woman was the object of his desire. They'd think he was a freak.

It was shortly after ten when he sneaked up the stairs and out the back door of the house. Sherona had been bringing an empty glass back to the kitchen when he left, and she saw the door closing slowly behind him. Intrigued by his sneaky departure, she tiptoed out after him and followed at a safe distance.

Tillman moved quickly across to the Adams house and around the back. There was nobody in the bedroom. In fact, it seemed that most of the lights were out. He risked exposure by sneaking around to the front and peering through the picture window. A young girl was sitting on the couch talking on her cell phone. A babysitter! Damn!

Discouraged, Tillman crossed the street again wondering if there was anything interesting to see. He didn't want to watch the Burton family videos through their window. He wanted live action. Seeing that there were lights on at the Carter house, he walked over and then sneaked along the wall and around to the back. 

The house had a family room that jutted out from the main house. The walls of the room were lined with windows. Most of the shades were down, but he found one with two open inches at the bottom. Once he looked inside, he knew why Claudia Adams wasn't home.

Claudia Adams was busy with John Carter at the time. She was on the couch and he was crouched down sucking at her pussy while moving his hands around on her belly. She was running her fingers back through his hair, obviously enjoying his attentions. 

Across the room, Andy Adams was slamming dog style into Terry Carter as she stood leaning against the arm of a chair. That chick was screaming with pleasure, and her breasts swayed beneath her like hot sacks of flesh. 

Tillman's dick was like iron. He took it out of his pants and then snapped the pants again so he wouldn't have to hold them up. Then, standing in the darkness behind the house, he watched the scene and stroked himself slowly. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 07



Man, they were good. The men weren't exactly hung, but they were good anyway. John Carter stood and squeezed Claudia's breast, and a spray of milk came out in a fine mist. Holy shit! Tillman pumped faster. John put his lips on her now, clearly drinking from the breast. Across the room, Terry Carter stopped her partner and turned to lift one breast as though saying, "Are you thirsty?" Andy Adams wasted no time accepting her offered breast. It was time for their milk break. 

Claudia Adams sat on her couch not five feet from Tillman with John Carter leaning in from the side to suckle. Tillman could clearly see her pussy, a swollen thing that looked as though it would smother a man's cock. There was milk leaking from her other tit, dripping onto her leg and running down into the comforter covering the couch.

"What you up to, you little sneak?" Sherona whispered suddenly in his ear. She grabbed his shoulders and held on so he couldn't turn or run away." 

"Shit, you scared me," he said, lamely. Even after the fright, his cock was too hard to get back into his pants and doing so would be noticeable anyway. 

"I wanted to," she said. "You should pay attention, boy. Cops will sneak up on you next."

"Go away, Sherona."

"What are you looking at?" Sherona asked, and then she leaned past him to peer through the window and make his humiliation complete.

CHAPTER FOUR, Preggo Party

The party had started off like any party. Andy and Claudia Adams arrived shortly before eight, both of them looking nervous. John welcomed them in, shaking Andy's hand and kissing Claudia on the lips. Sitting in the living room, they made small talk and drank coffee. They had agreed that the men wouldn't drink because the women weren't allowed to. Besides, alcohol could do evil things to a hard dick. 

Terry related the story of their party with the Petersons, filling in the details explicitly and capturing their guests attention completely. They decided that they didn't feel like playing games but would just sit in a kind of circle and go around taking off one item of clothing. That way there was no rush, and Terry would start first to guarantee she was naked before the rest of them. That was fair.

They retired to the family room, where the blinds were drawn and bed spreads covered the furniture and stood nervously for a moment. The two couples knew each other about as well as neighbors would when they shared the common condition of pregnancy. That meant that the wives knew each other quite well, and the husbands barely at all. So it was that the wives broke the ice by abandoning the turn taking and stripping naked right away. Then they started on their husbands, disrobing the laughing men there in the Carter's family room. 

John Carter was thrilled by the sight of Claudia's huge belly. The last month was so sexy. He turned to Andy Adams and asked, rather formally, "Sir, do you mind if I fuck your wife?" Andy gave his consent, and turned laughing to Terry, who said, "Don't bother asking John's permission. This is my party." 

Terry descended on Andy's cock and John went down on Claudia's pussy, each intent on maximizing their pleasure. John ran his hands over Claudia's tight belly, enjoying the warmth of her stretched skin. He licked at her swollen pussy, toying with it with his tongue, as she sighed her appreciation. After giving her one small orgasm, John helped her to the floor and entered her, sliding his cock in slowly, carefully, and with great pleasure. Her pussy was spongy and thick, a soft tunnel of happiness. John slowly fucked her until she achieved a larger orgasm and lay panting. Then he withdrew, helping her to the chair where he began again with his tongue and her clit. 

Andy, meanwhile, had been commanded to "Fuck me like a stallion" by Terry, and he was doing his best to comply. 

"Give me a little break," Claudia said. "I'll get all ticklish if you don't hold off a moment. Ya want a drink?"

"Well, I am pretty thirsty," John said. John rose to squeeze her breast and savor the fine warm spray that hit his body. "Very thirsty indeed." He leaned down to suckle at her teat, and she sighed, letting her head fall back as she stroked his hair. 

Terry had already been given a couple orgasms by Andy's rampaging cock, and she took her cue to take a break as well. "Don't want to end the party too early," she said. "Why don't you stop for some nourishment?" And she offered her dripping nipple to Andy, who accepted it greedily. 

The men enjoyed their milk, and the women held their heads and grinned across the room at each other. Dirty fun.

#

Outside the window, Sherona was laughing quietly in her brother's ear. "Oh, man, look at those preggos. No wonder you're looking. You don't see that every day."

"No, you don't," he hissed urgently. There was no sense acting affronted or embarrassed by her presence. It was too late for that, so he mustered as much of his dignity as he could and said, "Please leave so I can enjoy this sight on my own. All right?"

"You gonna leave a puddle of cum in these flowers?" Sherona said. Then she reached into the darkness between his crotch and the wall. "Gonna whip it out and . . ." She pulled her hand back, barely containing her whoop of surprise. "You got it out already, bro. Man, oh man, that's a sizable cock you got."

"Sherona, please," Tillman said, trying to keep from whining but failing. "I'll come home quietly if you'll just shut up about this. Okay?"

"You don't need to go home, little brother. Hell no." She reached down into the darkness again, grasping him and holding on this time. "I think you should shoot your load right along with these crazy white people."

"What?" Tillman was frozen at her touch, but his cock grew firm again. 

"You heard me. Enjoy the show." Sherona stroked him, moving her lips close to her ear, and saying, "It's the least I can do for my hero."

Sherona moved to his back and unsnapped his pants, pushing them down while still stroking him slowly. The she reached around with her other hand, stroking him and fondling his balls as they both watched the party through the window. Tillman stood transfixed both by the sight before him and by his sister's attention to his cock. Inside the room, the guy with the kind of average cock stood at the side of the chair while that beautiful pregnant woman sucked him and milk dripped from her nipples. 

The man stepped back suddenly, as though tickled, and said something to his partner. She rose, slowly, and leaned against the arm of the couch, laughing and saying something to him. He took hold of his cock and guided it into her, thrusting slowly, as she began moaning in pleasure. Her heavy breasts swung back and forth, slapping against her belly with milk dripping visibly onto the floor. 

Tillman felt as though he was in heaven. The sight before him and his sisters gentle fingers were driving him to a peak of sensation. And she drove him right over the edge, still pumping as he shot load after load of jism onto the outside wall of the Carter's family room. Spent, he leaned his head against the wall just below the window, gasping to catch his breath as the man inside pulled out and pumped his cum onto his partner's back. 

His sister slid her finger down along the lowering shaft of his penis and caught the last of his cum on the tip. She brought that pearly drop to her mouth, sucked it in, and smiled. "My little man," she said. "My hero."

#

While the Mosswells were busy looking into the house to the left of their house, Robert and Emily Porter were doing the same thing at the house to the right. They were seated atop the Trent's picnic table, each holding a mixed drink, and watching through the Trent's bedroom window as Charles Trent thrust his cock into his wife from every conceivable angle. 

"Damn. He's got a big dick," Robert said, shaking his head.

"Worried?" Emily asked, kissing his cheek. "Don't be."

"Oh, I'm not worried," he said. "Just impressed. He's got his woman and I've got mine." He downed the rest of his drink in one gulp and knelt on the bench between his wife's feet. He flipped her light summer dress up over his head. 

"Oh, I guess you mean business," Emily exclaimed a moment later, and then she let out an unintended cry of pleasure which she cut off as quickly as possible. She pulled up on the bodice of the dress and lifted her butt just enough to pull it off over her head. She was totally nude beneath it. Her nipples became suddenly erect at the touch of the cool night air. 

"Yeah, I mean business," Robert said, kissing up her stomach to her breasts as he pushed her to her back across the table. He rose up and grasped his cock, aiming it carefully to enter his wife's pussy. Once inside, he started slamming into her hard enough to threaten breaking the table. 

They achieved nearly simultaneous orgasms, and lay gasping on the table as Sherona and Tillman Mosswell got down from the position where they had been looking into the Trent's yard. Emily's whoop of pleasure had drawn them, and they had watched both the Porters and the Trent's sexual antics until the Porters climaxed and lay still. 

"See, I told you this neighborhood was interesting," Tillman said to his sister. 

"Man, you were so right," she agreed. 

They went back to their house and to their separate rooms to have their own thoughts about the night's events. Sherona was thinking she might get one of these neighbors to fuck her since they seemed so ready to fuck each other. She was more or less a neighbor, wasn't she? Tillman was thinking he should get his sister hooked up with someone before the woman raped him. If she did, he knew that he wouldn't resist.

#

Across town, Cathy Burton knocked on her parent's bedroom door. When they replied she opened the door and stuck her head in hesitantly. 

"Mom? Dad?" she said. "Can I sleep with you guys tonight?"

Of course, they said yes.

To be continued . . . 



Neighborly Relations Pt. 08



PART EIGHT: Plans and Confessions

CHAPTER ONE, Plans

Emily Porter planned to have a normal life with healthy, well educated children, a loving husband, grandchildren, and retirement someplace warm. It didn't seem like too much to ask. Her plans seemed to have been changed by fate. 

The changes weren't necessarily bad. It was just that she didn't know where the sudden changes in her life were taking her, and she hated the uncertainty of it all. 

Emily was thinking of those changes on Monday morning after her husband and children had gone to work. She was thinking of them while kissing Patty Trent's left breast and slipping her fingers over and into her friend's hot, wet pussy. This wasn't normal behavior for a married mother of two, but she liked it. 

"So they know," Patty was saying, rather haltingly as she reacted to the movement of Emily's fingers. "They're adults and they aren't exactly idiots. Oh, yes, God that's good. Yes, slow like that."

"Is that nice?" Emily purred into her ear.

"Oh, oh, yes." Patty's stomach clenched suddenly, bringing her legs up in a spasm as her climax hit her from a slow, humming start. "Oh, yes, yes, yes. Oh, Oh, stop, yes, stop."

Emily rolled away on the big double bed in the Trent's bedroom, her auburn hair strewn over the pillow. "No, they're not idiots, and they are adults, but they're my kids and I don't want to ruin them."

The idea that her kids knew of her lesbian affair was devastating to Emily, who would never do anything to harm them. They knew and she didn't know what to do.

"If this big, wide world hasn't ruined them yet, I don't think you'll be able to do it," Patty said. 

Patty kissed her and then kissed down to her groin. She moved around, slipping up on the bed between Emily's legs and slipping her fingers inside of her. She lowered her mouth to the delicious lips of the pussy before her.

"What do you think I should do?" Emily asked, gasping just a bit. She looked down at Patty, just her forehead and eyes visible over Emily's pubic hair. Suddenly, the movements of Patty's tongue took her worries away. She floated on a humming sensation of pure physical bliss that centered on her clitoris and spread through her body. It was so good, so perfect, that she wasn't going to let anything interfere. 

Her cell phone rang. 

Catching her breath as well as she could, she flipped it open and answered it. "Hello." She lay back on the pillow, breathing deeply and trying to sound calm.

"Hi, Emily. This is Jenny Peterson." The pleasant voice of their neighbor across the street came to her. 

"Oh, h, h, hi," Emily said, pushing at Patty's head trying to stop her activities for the duration of the call. 

"We're going to have a little party this Friday, Emily. Just a few of our new friends, you understand." Emily did, indeed, understand. She meant her new sexual friends. "Carter, Adams, Trent, and you guys, of course. Maybe the Mosswells, but I don't know."

"Friday? But I don't think Robert will want to participate. I mean, well, I hope you understand," Emily said, trying to cover the fact that her husband knew nothing about his neighborhood's many sexual activities. 

"He doesn't have to," Jenny said, easily. "Nobody has to join in, honey. As long as he's okay with you participating, we're fine. Love to have him come over, though."

"Okay, well . . ." Emily swatted at the top of Patty's head. "I'll tell Robert and get back to you."

"Great. I'll be looking forward to your call."

The older woman hung up and Emily snapped her phone shut. 

"You haven't told Robert anything," Patty said, her voice muffled against Emily's soft flesh. "Have you?"

"No," Emily admitted. The feeling was gone. Patty's efforts on her clit were wasted. "Stop. Okay? I'm not going to cum now."

Patty stopped and moved back up to lay facing Emily and resting her head on her hand. "If he doesn't know, it's called cheating" she said.

"I know, yes, but what if he thinks I'm a lesbian? What if he thinks I want to leave him? Oh, hell, Patty. I didn't figure we'd continue like this."

"If you don't tell him, you'll have trouble anyway. Come Friday night, he's going to wonder why you guys weren't invited to the party."

Emily closed her eyes, trying to find some way to get through this week. There was nothing but the truth to save her, and that was no salvation at all.

#

Claudia Adams got the call shortly after Emily. She had just put 2 year-old Meredith down for her nap and she was headed for the shower when the phone rang. Since she was 8 months pregnant, she had no robe large enough to cover herself and was walking nude to the bath room. She stood looking at herself in the vanity mirror as Jenny introduced herself. 

"I know we haven't gotten together in this way before," Jenny said. "But Terry Carter told me that you guys were great fun. Hey, that's what were after, too."

"I would never have thought anyone in this neighborhood was a swinger," Claudia said, smoothing her hand down over the taut skin of her massive belly. "And to think Andy and I would, you know, would do that. Well, it's quite a surprise."

"So you'll come then?" Jenny asked. 

"Oh, yes, we wouldn't miss it."

Claudia closed her cell phone and studied herself. Her huge belly with large breasts laying atop it wasn't exactly unappealing, but Claudia couldn't see any sexiness in it.  Well, you can never figure men. She turned on her shower, rubbing her swollen pussy absently as she did, and then got in under the spray. Her fingers moved into herself and then up to find her clit, circling, rubbing. And, as she gave herself a mild orgasm, she thought of the party and tried to count how many people that would be. 

She didn't really know, but it was a sizable crowd. 

#

Terry and John Carter were excited to go, of course. Their new lifestyle really agreed with their marriage for some reason, and they'd never been happier than now. 

Aside from Emily, it was Patty who was having the most trouble bringing a spouse. Charles just laughed and shook his head rather shyly when she brought the party up. "You go have fun, honey. Tell me about it later," he said. 

"I'm not going without you," she said. "I don't tell stories that well, and I feel guilty that all of your fun is second hand."

"No, it's first hand with you," he replied.

"That's sweet, dear, really, but I wouldn't feel right going without you." A look of pained concern clouded her face as she spoke. "The idea makes me hot, and I want to go, but going without you wouldn't be any fun."

"Really?" 

"Of course. And there's something else, too. This whole time it's only been me and, you know, the ladies. I haven't been with a man other than you. Not ever."

Charles looked at his wife with a mixture of amazement and pity, his mouth seeming to search for words that weren't there. Finally, he spoke."

"Never?" he said. 

"Nope. Nobody but you." 

The normally ebullient and self confident woman seemed so fragile that Charles wanted to take her up in his arms and promise to help her with anything. Even to have sex with another man. He could see himself, and probably the majority of the human race, in her yearning to experience everything possible during her time on earth. To leave no feeling unfelt. 

He hadn't made that connection before. He'd thought her exhibitionism was just dirty fun, a relatively harmless way to liven up a day. But now he knew the truth, and the truth was inside him as well as her. Even if a person is smart enough to know when they've got a good thing, they will still want more. 

"I know it's dumb," Terry said. "It's perverse, for that matter. But I don't want to do it with another man unless you're there to watch. I have to have my partner close by."

"God, I love you," he said. "Okay, I'd be glad to accompany you to the party. And I want to watch you all night."

"But you can get laid, too. This is an equal time thing, you know."

"Maybe I will," he said quickly. "I don't know. All I know is that I don't want to miss your first time. I want to see it happen."

Patty flew into his arms and held him tightly to her as she kissed him deeply. "Oh, thank you, honey! I'll be fun! I promise."

Charles wasn't so sure about that. It wasn't that he was worried about her having trouble being with another man. Patty could conquer any obstacle. And he wasn't worried that he'd get jealous, because he knew how much she loved him. No, it was his own nerve and abilities that he was afraid would fail him and he might not be able to get it up with an audience of sorts. Of course, he wouldn't know unless he gave it a try.

#

Robert Porter was feeling a different conflict within himself. Ever since Emily had taken him over for the voyeur experience at the Trent's house, he had been feeling increasingly restless and at odds with himself. Increasingly horny. He and Emily had been screwing nightly for a week, but he woke up in the morning wanting sex and thinking about it all day long. 

He wanted Patty Trent, for one thing. Not to keep, or to run away with, but to borrow for an hour or two. He wanted to see his cock buried in her shaved pussy and see the pink skin of her interior pulling out with his dick on each out stroke. He wanted to fill her with cum and still have enough to coat those large, soft, incredibly bouncy breasts. He wanted to fuck her brains out. So to speak.

Worse yet were his feelings around the house. When he woke in the mornings and saw Elaine in her usual morning attire of tee shirt and underwear, he thought immediately of Cathy Burton and how much he wanted her again. He fantasized having her and Emily together. But he also was taking notice of his daughter's fine ass. So much like her mother's. Such a nice handful to hold onto while slamming into her red haired pussy. And when he thought things like that he wanted to hit his head against the wall to clear it. 

There had to be some way to fit more sex into one day.

Robert's children, Danny and Elaine, weren't having any trouble getting off. Since neither had a boy or girl friend at the moment, they helped each other. Though they hadn't repeated the wild sex they'd had that Saturday night, they had some amazing sessions of oral togetherness just before sleeping at night. 

Every night, Mama and Papa Porter were screwing like there was no tomorrow in their room and their children were sucking each other off as quietly as possible. Everyone went to bed satisfied and woke up wanting more. The Porter kids solved that problem by showering together in the morning for a quick rub and tug. The Porter parents didn't think of that.

On Wednesday morning, Robert dealt with Kent Burton first thing. He needed to borrow more for a mall construction that was nearly finished, and he wanted to work out the terms. Robert gave him very good terms because of the strange, giddy pleasure he felt knowing that he had fucked the man's daughter. He just couldn't concentrate on the bank's business at all that morning. 

At ten-thirty, John and Terry Carter came in hoping to refinance their home before they got too far behind to do it. He liked the Carters, and he felt sorry for their predicament, but there were guidelines in place that would be hard to ignore. Especially now, in a recession. 

Robert wasn't the type of man who got off on pregnant women, but in his current condition, Terry Carter looked damn fine. He imagined himself fucking her in the ass as soon as they walked up to his desk. That was hardly a proper thought for a banker.

"I know you've heard it all before, but we will get caught up fast once I'm back on full time. We weren't having any problem before the slow-down." John Carter looked defeated already, and clearly didn't expect any good news from Robert, neighbor or not. 

"I don't know what we can do," Robert said, for the fifth time. "Really. I will check into it, but I can't promise anything."

"We don't need a promise," Terry said. She stood and leaned on his desk and the neckline of her shirt allowed a full view of her breasts and the swell of belly below it. No bra. "Just check into it, is all." She smiled at him, her eyes promising endless pleasure. 

"I will." Robert's cock was straining at his pants by then, and his discomfort only got worse when Terry walked around his desk while her husband smiled somewhat shyly. 

"Good." Terry could see his hard-on running down his left trouser leg. She leaned over and rested her hand right on it. "And we'll see you at the party. Okay?" Then she kissed him on the cheek and returned to her husband.

"Thank you, Mr. Porter," John said, extending his hand. 

"Certainly." Robert didn't stand but shook the other man's hand from his position safe behind his desk. 

That was so strange. She had walked around and placed her hand on his cock as though it was a perfectly natural thing to do while her husband just sat there smiling. They were so calm, so easy with what she did when she leaned on the desk hoping to give him a woody and then came around to see if she succeeded. 

Robert had been too shocked to do anything at first. And what would he have done? What he wanted to do was lean her against the desk and do her from behind. He already knew she wasn't wearing a bra, and he'd like to see of she had any underwear on. 

And what about that party? He hadn't heard about any party.

CHAPTER TWO, Confessions

When Robert Porter got home that evening, he asked his wife about the party right away. 

"Is there some kind of party we're supposed to go to?" he said as he sorted through the mail on the kitchen table. 

"Party?" Emily asked quickly, her voice rising in tone. "I don't know. What party?"

"I don't know either. Terry Carter mentioned it this morning. They were in looking to refinance. Hey, pull up a chair," he said, sitting. "I'd better tell you about it. They were so strange when they came in to see me."

"Strange? How so?" Emily sat unsure of what was coming but knowing it couldn't be good. 

"Well, I'd better just tell you the whole thing and get it in the open. I think I was being offered a bribe." He laughed quietly. "As horny as I am most days, it would be tempting to accept."

"I don't get it."

"We were about done, and Terry stood up and leaned on my desktop. Her neckline was very low and I could see right down. She wasn't wearing any bra. Well after staying like that maybe a minute with a strange little smile on her face, she walked around my desk and stood beside me." Robert still couldn't believe it, and he took a deep breath before moving on. "Honey, she leaned down and put her hand right on my hard cock and kissed me on the cheek."

"You had a hard cock?" Emily had no idea why she asked the question. Maybe it was to delay the question that was coming at the end. "Why, I mean, I don't get it."

"Well, honey, she'd just showed me her tits with those big dark nipples. She did it on purpose. And the strange thing was that her husband was sitting right there looking like he didn't care at all. They both acted as though it was natural."

Emily sat staring at him for a moment, and Robert began to think he'd said something wrong. Surely she wasn't mad at him for getting aroused by their neighbor's tits. They both had been getting aroused watching the Trents fuck. 

"Honey, she said that she'd see me at the party," Robert said. "Do you have any idea what she meant?"

Emily just stared at him, her eyes lacking focus as though she might faint, and her breath beginning to come in short, ragged gasps. Suddenly, tears burst from her eyes and she ran, sobbing from the kitchen and up the stairs. 

Robert sat alone for just a moment taking inventory of his words. No, he hadn't said anything to cause that reaction. If she didn't like the erection she would have yelled about it. No, he hadn't said anything at all. Except the party. He had asked about the party.

He walked upstairs and found his wife sitting hunched over on the bed, her long, auburn hair concealing her downcast face. She was crying nearly uncontrollably into a handful of tissues. 

Robert sat beside her, holding her, pulling her hair back with his index finger. "What's wrong, honey? What ever it is can't be this bad."

"Oh, yes, it c, c, can," she wailed. "Because I've been horrible. A horrible wife and mother and a horrible human being. I should have told you, but I didn't know how. It was all so strange and so good. It didn't seem like a bad thing. Patty k, k, kept telling me to tell you, but I never got the nerve. I let her believe that you knew, and I suppose that's why Terry Carter thought you were in on it. Oh, God, I've ruined everything!"

Robert hugged her tighter to him, totally confused but determined to help her in some way. "Come on, honey. You're making it bigger than it is. I'm sure of it."

"I've been having sex with Patty Trent," she blurted, unable to hold it in any longer. "We've had sex several times. Neither one of us is a lesbian, you know, but it felt so good. But her husband knows about it. He's fine with it. But I never told you."

"Sex with Patty Trent?" Robert's cock tried to harden at that image, but the thought of being left out of the loop kept it half limp. "God, honey, I don't know what to say."

"Say I'm a horrible woman," she said. "And it's worse, you know. That pinochle party at the Petersons? We played strip pinochle. Me and Patty and Terry and Jenny Peterson played strip pinochle. And then Tania Mosswell came over thinking it was a racial thing that we didn't invite her, so we had to tell her the truth, and pretty soon she joined us. We went, went down on each other in Jenny's living room. We took turns fucking each other with a strap-on. Oh, Robert, I'm so sorry. Maybe you wouldn't have minded if I told you. Maybe you would have liked it. You're not a prude! But I don't know because I didn't give you a chance. And now I've been an unfaithful wife for, I don't know, three weeks and I've been worried as hell about you finding out." 

Emily ran out of breath and sat sniffing and dabbing a tissue at her eyes. Robert hugged her to him one more time and then stood. He didn't know how to react just then. "Were you ever with a man?" he asked. 

"No. No man."

"What is the party all about?"

"The Peterson's are going to throw a party for the neighborhood. Wine and snacks and pussy and cum and lord knows what else. A really wild party."

"The whole neighborhood?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Am I the only one who doesn't know about this?"

"No, Robert Mosswell probably doesn't know. I don't know about the Burtons. That's almost funny, you know. The two Roberts are the ones who didn't know."

"Yeah, funny as hell." Robert turned and walked to the door. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to visit the Trents." And then he was gone.

#

"Hi, neighbor." Charles answered the side door when he knocked and let him into their kitchen. "You look a little pale. Want a beer?"

"Yeah, that would be great," Robert said, truly thankful for some alcohol just then. He accepted the bottle and sat quietly as Charles sat across the table from him. 

"She told you, right?"

Robert nodded and took a long draw on his beverage. "How do you deal with this?" he asked when he put the bottle down.

"Deal?" Charles was smiling. "Hell, I'm a beneficiary of it. You must have seen her doing the housework in the morning, right?" When Robert nodded, guiltily, he went on. "This thing with your wife was a surprise to both of them. When Patty told me, well, it got me horny as hell. She told me everything, and that way there's nothing to it."

"So she's not cheating?"

"Right. You know, I think Emily felt guilty about the lesbian thing and didn't want to deal with it. Patty just thought of it as one more way to get off." Charles laughed briefly. "And get me off. Emily's not leaving you for my wife, man."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 08



"I know that, and, well I'm not immaculate in this matter," Robert confessed. "I, well, I had a strange encounter the night of graduation. I've been worried about how to tell her about it, too."

"Everybody's got guilty secrets, I guess," Charles offered. "It's the way the world works."

"I'm not angry, really, just pissed that I wasn't let in on the secret," Robert admitted. "I feel like some kid in grade school who didn't get invited to the party."

"You did get invited to one party," Charles said. "Patty came clean to me, too. She told me about you guys watching us from the yard."

"Hey, I'm . . ."

"Don't sweat it. I figured she'd set something like that up sometime. She dearly loves to show off. I'm glad she didn't tell me right away, or I might not have been able to get it up," he admitted. 

Robert thought about it a bit. Yes, she had let him in on the secret to a certain extent. It was partly his fault for not asking more questions when his normally circumspect wife began acting like a hormonal teenager. She had tried to tell him.

"It's all pretty stupid," Robert said then. 

"You know what's really stupid." Charles asked. "Neither Terry nor I have had sex with someone of the opposite sex since we got married. Terry's nervous as hell about it. Can you imagine that? She wants me at the party to help her get through it. And you know what else? The reason I don't want to go to the party is because I'm afraid I'll freeze up and not be able to perform. I'm afraid I won't get it up when I know that someone else can see me."

"That is a problem, isn't it?" Robert said. "This party was starting to sound good till you mentioned that."

"Yeah. Man, I'd gladly go and dive right in with Terry. I'm just, well, I guess I'm shy."

"We're going to have to fix everybody's problem before the party." Robert said. "I want to be brought up to speed, and we all have to get over our shyness. Right?"

"Sure. What do you suggest?"

#

Kent Burton spent his evening in the bath tub with his daughter. He wasn't really a tub man, but she said that a long soak in hot water would make him feel wonderful. He agreed that it did just that. But the movement of her feet on his cock made him feel even better. 

Cathy leaned back and held the soles of both feel against her father's stiff cock and moved them up and down, pulling the skin with them. Occasionally, she would lean down to grasp him by hand or dip her face into the water to take the purple head of his cock into her mouth. Mostly though, she was fucking him with her feet and thinking how nice it would be to do this on a bed where she could see his cum erupt and drool down over her feet like thin, white icing. 

Kent laid back with his eyes closed and enjoyed his daughter's actions. The hot water and the pressure of her feet gripping him was a wonderful combination. He'd rather be able to see her doing it more clearly than he could through the distortion of the water, but this was very nice. Very nice, indeed. Soon, all so soon, he would be squirting his cum into the bath water. 

When Cathy saw her father's face begin to tighten a bit, as though he was concentrating more fully on something, she began moving her feet faster. His cock felt harder between her soles, actually throbbing, and she knew he'd be shooting off very soon. She was rubbing her pussy as she worked on her father's cock, circling her fingers on the hard clit resting at the top of the opening of her soft, warm tunnel of flesh. She rubbed herself and pumped her feet on her father and enjoyed the warm feeling of pleasing her dad. She knew that he would please her as soon as he recovered from his climax. He loved to thrust his tongue into his daughter's pussy and suck at the tender clit. He loved his daughter just as she loved him. When you love someone, you share the love.

Her father gasped slightly, twisting his face up in raw pleasure. Cathy kept up her rhythm, watching his cock through the water. His dick twitched between her delicate young feet and a thread of white liquid was emitted from the head. Another spurt and then another. Her father was relaxing now, smiling, even as his cock was softening against the soles of Cathy's feet. Yes, that was good. The cloud of sperm dispersed to a thin, milky mist in the water. He was all done. 

Cathy relaxed, dropping her legs down atop her father's in the tub. She leaned back and closed her eyes, thinking about how nice life was just then. To bad Elaine Porter had to work in the morning, because Cathy felt like sleeping over and seeing if she could get another shot at her old man, too. She found that she liked fucking fathers. 

After a moment, Kent Burton opened his eyes and sat up smiling as he slid his hands along the insides of her legs and moved toward her pussy. "Ready or not, here I come," he said, in a sing-song voice. 

Cathy giggled. "Oh, Daddy."

#

Danny Porter was standing naked in his sister's room. Elaine Porter was kneeling before him, applying her lips and tongue to his rock hard cock. Danny was smiling, twitching a little bit, and waiting for the blessed event. 

"What do you think Mom and Dad are up to at the Trent's?" Elaine asked, and then returned to sucking her brother off. 

"Don't know," he said. "Don't care. All I know is that they're out of the house."

"Mom was crying earlier."

"Yeah, I know," Danny said, trying to ignore that memory until they were done. 

"You don't suppose Dad did something to her."

"No way. They didn't even fight. She just ran up crying and he followed in a minute. No fighting. Just crying."

"I suppose what happened was that Dad found out about her. That's all I can think of." Back to sucking again, gripping him with her hand this time, pumping. 

"Me too. If that's it, then they'll work it out alright. Really. Now, could you please stop teasing and make me cum?"

"Ask nicely," she said, grinning wickedly up at him. 

"Okay. Come on, bitch, quit talking and blow me."

"That's good. Just make sure you cum on my face."

"You're weird, Elaine."

"Promise. I want to see it spurt out," she said, the very thought of the event making her wet. "I want to feel it on my face. Promise to warn me."

"I promise," he said. "But I bet you'll know when it's happening anyway."

Elaine put her mouth back on her brother's cock and pumped the shaft with her hand even while moving her mouth on the other end, licking, swirling with her tongue. Her other hand stroked his scrotum, and felt it tighten even as the cock in her mouth twitched. 

"El, I'm cumming," Danny said, but she'd already taken his cock out of her mouth. 

Licking her lips in anticipation, she pumped him with deliberate strokes and held his cock head aimed even with her eyes. His cum shot out and hit her square in the center of her forehead above her nose and began running down to the tip even as another spurt coated her right eyebrow and another her right cheek. The hot cum made her pussy tighten almost to the point of orgasm. The sight of him cumming was beautiful and the warmth of his cum on her skin was wonderful and she was obsessed with the whole subject of cum. 

She released his cock and used her right hand to smear his cum over her forehead and cheeks until her face had the glistening shine of a new apple. She closed her eyes and put her hand down to her pussy, finishing the ritual her own way. She fantasized that she had been sucking both her brother and her father and that they had both coated her face with cum. And, tonight, she added Tillman Mosswell to her dream event. His magnificent, dark skinned cock was in the middle, spraying up into her hair.

Elaine came against her hand, yelping slightly and then falling to her side on the floor. 

"You're a strange one, El," her brother said. "Nobody actually likes getting a facial, do they?"

"I do. I don't know why, but I love it," she said. "I just love it."

CHAPTER THREE, A Group Intervention 

"I don't know why I acted like I did, but I'll admit that I really liked it," Emily Porter was saying at about the same time. "I can't explain it at all."

The Porters were sitting in the Trent's living room with the drapes closed for the first time in ages. Charles and Robert had come up with a solution to everyone's problem, and they were there to follow through. 

"My wife has a beautiful body," Charles said in an awed tone. "She's hot everywhere you look, so I don't see any confusion over why you reacted that way."

"Sure, but I'm not a lesbian," Emily protested. 

The Charles and Patty both laughed. Emily had said that so often it was becoming her mantra.

Robert didn't tell Emily what he and Charles planned, or that Patty had eagerly acquiesced to their plan. All she knew was that Robert felt hurt, and that he wasn't angry, but she had the feeling that some plan was afoot and she was wary of what it might be. All Robert had said was, "Wash up and put on something comfortable. Your girlfriend's husband invited us over for drinks." On a Wednesday night? Were they planning a public flogging? 

Robert had prepared for the event by showering and dressing in a pair of loose cotton slacks and a polo shirt, trying to look dapper but nonchalant. He was so horny and eager that his hands were trembling when he buttoned his shirt, and he had to wear briefs to conceal his hard-on. 

And so they were seated on chairs set on either side of an end table, and the Trents were on the couch opposite them. Patty was curled up against her husband, her head on his shoulder and her feet shifting every few seconds, as though they were eager to get moving.

"Robert has a problem," Charles said, adopting a serious tone that didn't quite ring true. "Actually, we all have a problem, but Robert is first. Okay, Robert, can you tell the group what your problem is so we can help?"

"What is this, therapy?" Emily asked.

"Sure," Charles laughed. "Robert?"

"I love my wife," Robert said. "And I know my wife loves me. But she's been leading a rather interesting life behind my back and I feel kind of angry that she left me out."

"I'm sorry, I . . ." Emily began but was cut when her husband continued through her words. 

"But I have a confession to make before acting all high and mighty," he said. "I had sex with an eighteen year-old girl on graduation night. I didn't plan on it, but I sure did it, and I regret it."

"I saw the two of you," Emily admitted, quietly. "I heard the noise and went to see what was happening. There you were fucking the hell out of Cathy Burton on the kitchen table."

"Why didn't you clobber us right then?"

"Because I owed you, dear," she said sadly. "I owed you, and, well, I would also have something to point at if you got angry about me."

"Ammunition," Patty said, grinning.

"I know Cathy Burton. If my loyal husband was fucking her then she must have made it impossible to say no. And it doesn't make up for me, anyway."

"What do you want, Robert?" Charles asked. 

"I want in on the whole thing. I want everything out in the open."

"That's fair," Charles said. "And we all want to go to the party. Unfortunately, there are a couple items blocking our party fun."

"What?" Emily asked, feeling better but still horribly confused. 

"You have to make good to Robert," her neighbor told her. "And the three of us have to get over some little performance anxieties. And that's why we called this little therapy session. Emily, could you stand up, please?"

Emily looked across at her neighbors, seeing Charles trying hard to look disinterested and Patty nodding slightly and wearing a cock-eyed grin. Emily stood up. 

"Okay, Robert, take it from here," Charles said. 

"Emily, honey," Robert said. "Please take off all of your clothing."

"What?" Had she heard him right?

"Do it right now."

#

The Porter Kids had tried to get a look into the Trent house to see what was going on, but the draperies were all closed tightly. Something really good had to be happening if Patty Trent closed her drapes. There was no show there, so they continued on to Tillman's house and followed him down to his basement bedroom.

Sherona was seated on the couch in the living room dressed in her nightgown when they entered. She watched Danny pass with bright eyes and he returned her gaze with equal interest.

"My sister really needs to get laid," Tillman said as soon as he closed the door. "You should go up and put the moves on her, Danny."

"What? Man, I wish I had moves." Danny laughed.

"I'm serious," Tillman said. "Hell, the other night she grabbed my, well, held my dick." His voice trailed off as though he'd said too much. 

"How'd she get a shot at your dick, Till?" Elaine asked, a malicious grin on her face. "Tie you down or something?"

"I caught him peeping into windows, is how." 

The three teens snapped around to look at the door where Tillman's magnificent sister was standing, smiling, showing off all her curves beneath her thin nightgown. 

"Sherona, damn, can't you ever knock?" Tillman whined, embarrassed. 

She came in and sat on the bed beside Elaine and smiled at Danny, who was still standing, leaning against Tillman's dresser. "I figured you were talking shit about me, Till, so I came to defend my honor."

"You ain't got no honor," he said, but he was smiling now. 

"So anyway, I caught him watching a pair of pregnant women getting a Grade A fucking next door. Since he already had his dick out, I gave him a hand."

"Oh, Till, you naughty boy," Elaine teased. 

"My man here can sure shoot a mighty load," Sherona said. "But that don't help me none. I'm a woman with needs that aren't being met, and I want to ask you if everybody in this neighborhood is as sex crazy as I am."

"Yes, definitely," Elaine answered without thought. "I can't think of any man here who wouldn't bang your brains out if you knocked on his door and asked him nice. His wife would probably watch and cheer him on."

"Shit," Sherona said. 

"But you don't have to go looking," Elaine added quickly. "Danny here would fuck you right now if given a chance. He thinks you're somewhere beyond hot."

Sherona regarded Danny closely then, as he looked at the floor wishing he didn't feel so shy just then. His cock wasn't shy, and it was pressing against his pants. 

"You want to fuck me, Mister?" Sherona asked. 

"Yeah, sure," he said.

"Okay, come on." She grabbed Danny's arm. "Till, you got any rubbers?"

Her brother reached into his desk drawer and tossed her a couple condoms in their connected packs. 

"Two of them?" Sherona asked, eyebrows raised. "You think he's that good, huh? Well, let's go see." She pulled Danny through the door and gone.

Tillman and Elaine sat quietly for a moment until Tillman said, "Got some time on our hands, I guess."

"I want you to fuck me, Till." Elaine wasn't in a mood for polite conversation. She wanted to get laid. "Right now." She stood and began stripping. 

"I'm here for you, girl," he said, pulling off his own clothes. "Me fuck you long time."

"I bet you will," she said, licking her lips as his long cock was released from his boxers and began to fill to full size. "But you've got to promise to cum on my face."

#

Cathy Burton stopped her brother, Carter, when he came home at nine o'clock. "Got a minute?" she asked, and led him down the hall and into her own bedroom. "I want to suck your cock."

"I thought you were mad at me," he said, feigning resistance. 

"I was. I'm over it," was her reply. "Come on and get it out for me. Strip, boy."

Grinning, he complied, and soon they were both stripped and ready for action. Cathy had always liked her brother's cock. It was nice and straight and cleanly circumcised. About six and a half, seven inches. Not bad. Of course, Danny's cock was bigger. Her father's was, too.

For his part, Carter always felt that his sister was far more adventurous than he was. She was the one who suggested anal sex because she wanted to give it a trial run before allowing it on a date. Until then, he'd never penetrated her at all. They'd only ever masturbated together. 

"There's my little friend," Cathy said, kneeling on her bedroom floor and lifting his hard rod so that she could lick at the balls hanging proud and heavy below. She sucked them into her mouth, juggling them with her tongue. "Let's see if we can get a little squirt out of you."

"We've never screwed before, Cathy," Carter said. "Seems like we should be more, I don't know, romantic I guess."

"We're not dating, you dope," she said, grinning up at him past his firm member. "We're just having fun. No romance in that, is there?"

"Guess not," he said, and stood watching his cock disappear over and over again in his sister's sliding mouth. 

He was nearly ready to cum when she removed her mouth and said, "The Porters are fucking each other, too. You know, Danny and Elaine."

That was news. Carter couldn't picture them doing the incest bit.  Of course, he wasn't really attracted to Elaine (all those freckles and wild red hair) and so he couldn't see her fucking anyone. 

"Okay, but how does that affect me?"

"I think we should get together sometime. You know, have a party."

Carter didn't know how to respond right away so he just stood and watched as she returned her mouth to his cock, pumping her fist on him, too. A party was fine, but he hoped they would stick with their own sisters. He really didn't want to fuck Elaine Porter. 

"You're going to make me cum too fast," he said then. "I won't be able to fuck you."

"You're not going to fuck me," she said. "You're going to eat me. Do I look like the kind of girl who fucks on the first date?"

She pumped his cock with long, confident strokes while circling the purple head over and over with her tongue until it swelled in her hand, twitching, and releasing a grand spurt of cum directly into her open mouth. She swallowed it happily, sucking him dry. Then she laid on the bed, saying, "Your turn."

As her brother put his mouth to her eager cunt, Cathy lay thinking of how her brother and father's cum tasted the same. Like father, like son.

#

And Danny Porter was above the beautiful Sherona Mosswell with her legs up over his shoulders and her breasts flattened and jiggling toward her face while slammed his cock into the woman as hard and fast as possible. Sherona was gasping, crying out, "Sweet Jesus, pound me baby! Slam that long dick into me!" 

Danny had come shamefully fast the first time, only just beginning their throbbing dance when he spurted into the latex balloon. But, since he got hard again right away, Sherona cut him some slack. "That's cool, man," she said. "You think I'm so beautiful that you couldn't wait to squirt. I kind of like that."

He went down on her then, fingers and tongue at work until she had the first of many orgasms before moving into a sixty-nine position and from there to full on fucking. By this time, the curvaceous black woman had presented herself to him from every angle and been rewarded by a growing crescendo of climaxes until they were both soaked with sweat and Sherona began to feel over used and like another orgasm would shatter her pussy.

"You gotta stop it, baby," she said. "I love it, but you gotta stop it."

"Is it wrong?" he asked stupidly, not knowing that a woman's pussy could grow tired and sore. 

"No, baby, it's wonderful." She pushed him back and then laid down flat when he stood up. She reached out and grasped his cock in her hand. "I just can't take any more." Then she laughed. "Boy, you fucked me right through to the end. You out fucked me."

"I haven't cum yet," Danny said, feeling rather proud of himself just then. 

"We'll get to that," Sherona said. She rolled the rubber off his cock and threw it aside. "I got something else I can do," she said, over a smile that promised everything. "You're going to like this."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 08



She rolled to her side and took him into her mouth, cupping his balls, stroking them. Then, looking up at him with soulful eyes, she took his cock nearly all the way in and pumped herself on it. Keeping him in her mouth, she rolled to her back with her head over the edge of the bed and tugged just a bit on his scrotum indicating that she wanted him to push himself farther in. When Danny did, he could feel the movement of her throat swallowing around his cock. God!

Sherona pushed him back then, taking his cock out her mouth and lifting it to suck on his ball sack. "You seem ready to spurt. You ready?"

"Damn close," he said. 

"All right then. I'm going to put this bad boy back in my mouth. You fuck my head. Slap those balls against my nose."

She dropped her head back and took him inside, stroking a bit and holding him as she inhaled deeply. Then she tugged him and slid his cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat. He could feel the ridges in her throat slip over the head of his dick, and she was making swallowing movements that drove him wild. 

With a low, guttural growl, Danny began slamming his cock into the woman below him. He grabbed her breasts roughly, using them as grips to pull himself into her throat. Sherona's legs flew out in a V and her pelvis was undulating up toward him, jealous for the attention given to the other end. His balls slapped against her face with painful force, but he didn't stop until he felt his orgasm rush through his cock and into Sherona's throat. He held himself there, all the way in with his stomach against her jaw and balls on her nose as he let his cock drain itself. When he removed it, he fell to his butt on the floor fighting for breath.

Sherona was gasping, taking in large breaths as quickly as possible as she rolled and sat on the edge of the bed. Her large breasts still showed the lighter marks where he'd been holding on for dear life. 

"You like that?" she asked. 

"Hell yeah."

"I think I just found me a fuck-buddy," she said, with a satisfied smile. 

Danny just lay on her floor grinning. 

#

When Tania and Robert Mosswell got home from the movie, and didn't see Sherona sitting in the living room, they went to knock on her bedroom door intending on announcing their presence. Neither one of them knocked once they got there. 

"Fuck me, white boy!" Sherona was screaming loudly, and the creaking sound of her bed was audible through the door. 

Robert grasped the door handle and turned it even as his wife was reaching to stop him. Too late. They both stared at the sight of Sherona all pretzeled up on the bed and Danny Porter slamming his cock into her pussy. From where they stood, they clearly saw her ass doubled over to reveal her puckered asshole and her pussy as it enjoyed the pounding Danny was giving it. 

Robert Mosswell's dick got hard right away. His daughter sure knew what to do with her body. Tania Mosswell closed the door quietly and dragged her shocked husband away. 

"Why'd you open that door?" she asked him. 

"I have no idea," he said, because he didn't. "I just opened it."

Tania scowled at him, but she didn't mind seeing what she saw. She wondered if Danny Porter hired out. 

"Let's tell Tillman we're home," she said. 

But they didn't speak to their son, either, and they didn't have to open his door to see what he was doing. His door was wide open. Tillman standing on the floor and pounding himself forcefully into Elaine Porter from behind. She was resting on her elbows, head down, and her breasts were swaying with their motion as a series of low huffing sounds came out of her mouth. 

Robert's cock grew again, and this time Tania didn't drag him away. They stood on the bottom two steps of the stairs looking straight into his room with their mouths open and lust in their hearts. 

"I'm going to cum," Tillman said, urgently. "Now, babe."

He jumped back and Elaine spun quickly to kneel on the floor as he took his condom off and stepped toward her. 

"Do it!" Elaine cried. "Squirt me! Cover me! Coat me! I wanna see that huge dick cum!"

Tillman pumped his cock and spurted an excited blast against her forehead time and again. Finally, he dribbled the last of it on her cheek, as the cum dripped down and over her eyes. 

Elaine was laughing, and her body was convulsing with orgasm. 

Now Tania dragged her husband up the stairs. Robert was thinking that the freckled neighbor girl was pretty cute and he sure would fuck her. Tania was thinking her son was a stallion, but she didn't let her thoughts get beyond that. She just hung on to the image of his black cock disappearing into that white cunt as they hurried up and then up stairs again. 

Moments later, their bed was creaking, too. 

CHAPTER FOUR, Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .

Robert Porter was sitting forward on his chair watching his wife and Patty Trent having sex on the floor. Across from Robert, Charles Trent was doing the same thing. Neither man's eyes left the women for a second, and they sat frozen in place. They didn't even think to help the cocks that were screaming for attention. They just stared and smiled. 

Robert thought the sight of his wife slipping her thumbs down inside Patty's labia and pulling the lips apart was one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. And then the sight of her tongue reaching to just flicker at her clit was more beautiful still. Everything was beautiful. Their breasts pressing together when they held each other and kissed; his wife curling up with Patty against her back and rubbing her pussy from behind; Emily's whole hand disappearing into Patty's cunt was beautiful. 

He wanted to stand and cum on them right now as they lay in 69 and pleasured each other to yet another orgasm. He wanted to spray his cum out like applause for the act. He didn't do that because it was his turn next. He just watched, loving his wife all the more. 

Emily had been reticent at first, but Patty got into the swing and brought her along until neither woman was aware of their audience any longer. They moved over each other on the sheet spread out on the floor without hesitation, sucking, probing, and kissing. Finally, they lay on their backs and caught their breath. 

"Satisfied?" Emily asked. "See what you were missing?"

"Yes, I'm happy," Robert said. "You shouldn't have worried about telling me about that. That was poetry in motion."

"You were right, honey," Charles said. "I wish I had been watching all along."

"Okay, so we're done then?" Emily sat up. 

"No," Robert said. "None of you have ever screwed a member of the opposite sex since marrying. Charles and I thought it was time to get the first time out of the way. And, at the same time, get used to the idea that somebody is watching."

Emily smiled. She was going to get a chance to ride Charles Trent's bonus size cock.

"Come on, then," Emily said.

"No, one at a time," Patty told her. "The men want to get the audience thing out of their heads. You know, in case it harms their ability to perform at the party. Me, too, I guess. Mostly, I want to get the first time out of the way where Charles can watch it happen. We want to know if it is going to work out."

The men flipped a coin, which Emily found a bit annoying. Charles won the toss.

He stood and removed his clothing at a deliberate pace, trying not to look at Robert Porter as he did. When he was naked, his cock hung at half mast and seemed unwilling to rise any further.

Emily looked at her husband a moment. She made a "what now" movement with her eyes and shoulders. He mouthed the words, "Go get him," and motioned his hand toward the cock hanging about four feet in front of her. 

Emily walked over and stood in front of Charles. She stroked the tip of her index finger along the top of his penis, and that was all it took. Charles swelled up to his full, majestic ten inches with the veins standing out proudly on the rock hard member. Charles looked at Patty, who was about as absorbed in the sight as the men had been earlier. Emily held his hot cock, shivering slightly, her pussy growing wet again. 

Charles pushed down on her shoulders and she knelt to cock level. Then she took that big dick into her mouth as far as she could and stroked it while she sucked. He held her head with both hands, pulling at her hair lightly, as she bobbed back and forth sucking and pumping. 

Robert and Patty were both nearly drooling as they watched. And, when Charles lowered his wife to the floor and spread her long legs to rub his cock up over the slit between them, Robert felt he might cum in his pants. 

Charles slid his cock inside, and Robert leaned forward to see better. He went in half way, and then three quarter way, and then all the way. Emily gasped when his stomach slammed against hers and his cock hit the upper wall of her pussy. 

"Oh, fuck me hard," she said. "Fuck my cunt. Cum in me!"

Charles complied, and Emily felt her orgasm hit her almost right away. It was long and powerful and the perfect end to the night. And it came just seconds before Charles came, too. 

Excited as he was, there was no way Charles would last, and he didn't even try. He just slammed into his neighbor's wife loving the fact that his wife and her husband were watching. When her pussy began contracting, he felt himself erupt inside her, filling her so that cum dribbled out a bit beside his still thrusting cock. When he finally stopped, he lowered his face to hers and kissed her, his cock still half hard inside. 

Emily felt wonderful, and part of that feeling was knowing that Robert was watching.

When Emily watched Robert and Patty she felt very odd. Both of her lovers were together before her. And when Patty knelt to suck Robert's throbbing cock, Emily felt a twinge of jealousy about both of them. She wanted to keep them both to herself. 

Watching Robert fuck Patty was worse, and yet better. The sight turned her on while the thought of who they were bothered her. She wanted to be in there with them. Even fully satisfied by Charles' huge cock, and with his cum leaking out onto the towel on which she sat, she still wanted to be in there sharing it. 

But she had to watch. And she watched as Patty came violently when her husband fucked her from the side with one finger buried in her butt hole. And she watched as Robert bucked in orgasm, shooting at least once inside Patty before the woman pushed him out and scurried to get her mouth on him for the last spurts. 

Robert left a splatter of cum on Patty's stomach, and Patty showed Emily the milky cum on her tongue when he withdrew from her mouth. Then she swallowed Robert's seed and Robert leaned in to kiss her passionately. 

When they parted Emily felt a sense of release within her. It was fine. They were both still there, and she was still happily married with a girlfriend on the side. Everything was good.

"Ready to party, honey?" Patty asked her husband.

"Man, I am so ready," was his reply.

#

Next door to the Trent house, Robert and Tania Mosswell were curled up together in bed fully satisfied with their own carnal event. 

"Bobby?" Tania asked. 

"Yes, baby?" He knew she was feeling good if she called him Bobby. She was normally so formal.

"We've been invited to a party at the Peterson's on Friday night," she said, rubbing her hand over his chest and pinching his nipples softly. 

"Party? That would be nice," he said. 

"Well, this is a different kind of party," she told him slowly.

"How so?"

"Do you remember how I used to get down to it with the sisters back in college?" she said. "Before we, well, while were dating?"

"Yes." He had wished he could watch back then but never dared ask. He was just happy that she eventually gave up women for him. 

"I was surprised to find out that this neighborhood is full of the same kind of sisters." When her husband chuckled, she continued. "That card party the other night? It was more than cards, and the reason I wasn't invited was that they didn't know if I swung that way or not."

"A meeting of the Daughters of Lesbos?" he asked. 

"Yes, but they're not lesbians. They're just ladies who like to cum and don't mind who makes it happen. Their husbands are very understanding."

"Yeah, I guess they are," Robert said. 

His wife laughed and slid closer to kiss his chest. "What they are understanding is that they get to fuck anybody they want to in that same group. The party is a chance for couples to uncouple and see how they fit with someone else."

"Wow," he said, and then added, "Wow."

Tania smiled against his chest. "How about it, Baby? You want to go get you some white pussy?"

Judging by the speed at which his cock firmed up again, and the power he used slamming it into her, his answer was definitely yes.

Next: BLOCK PARTY



Neighborly Relations Pt. 09



PART NINE: Block Party



CHAPTER ONE, The Burton Invitation

Cathy parked her new Camry in her grandparent's driveway on Thursday morning and all but skipped up the walk to the door with a small paper bag in her hand. She was fairly eager to visit (more than usual, anyway) because of her new knowledge of the family dynamic. She hadn't thought of her grandparents as sexual beings, but now that she did she wanted to see how they looked to her. 

"Hi there Cat," Ralph Burton said happily when he answered the door.  

Ralph, 59, had retired from the family construction business two years ago, but he hadn't gone soft in that time. He was a trim, muscular man with a full head of hair and a jaunty smile cut into his square jawed features. That's what Cathy saw now, a man full capable of rocking a bedroom. 

"Hi Grandpa," she said, accepting his arms around her. "What's Grandma doing?"

"Baking," he said, with a laugh. "She's always baking, but I never taste half of it. I think today's work is for the Church dinner on Sunday. Oh, well, we'd just get fat if we ate everything she baked."

The two of them walked back into the kitchen, where the smell of coffee cake baking filled the air. 

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Oh, Cathy!" Her grandmother hurried around the central cooking island and hugged her granddaughter, and Cathy was immediately aware of her grandmother's breasts against her and how she patted Cathy's bottom at their parting from the hug. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing." Cathy sat on a kitchen chair and looked at her grandmother. She was silver haired woman in glasses, 58, with tight figure, full breasts, and a backside pleasantly broadened by time to a clutchable cushion. "No job, so I've got nothing to do."

"Well, get to work, then," Ralph said. "It won't kill you."

Cathy laughed. "That's pretty much what I thought, but Dad said that with unemployment where it was, it wouldn't be fair to take work from someone who actually needs the money."

"Oh, yeah," Ralph said, thoughtfully. "Good point." Then he laughed. "Your dad always was good at coming up with logical reasons to avoid work. So, what's in the bag?"

"I just stopped by to bring you guys something," Cathy held up the sack somewhat sheepishly. "Dad told me how you enjoy your family videos, so I made one for you." She handed the sack to Ralph Burton and waited for him to look inside. 

"Oh, why thank you, Cathy," he said, leaning to kiss her cheek. "Look, Ma, a gift from Cathy." He held up the DVD for his wife to see.

Betty Burton beamed at her as she took the cake out of the oven. When she'd put it on the cooling rack and turned off the oven, she hurried over and hugged her granddaughter. 

"You made it yourself?" she said. She slid her glasses down her nose a bit to focus on the label Cathy had put on the DVD. "Should we go watch it now?"

"If you like, sure," Cathy said. "It's not much. This whole thing is new to me, you know."

"Oh, I'm sure," Betty said. "I'd love to see it now."

"Well, I hope you like it, but I can't stay. I'm on a run to the market for Mom." 

"Stick around," Ralph insisted. "You mom can wait a few minutes for whatever you're getting."

"You don't have to watch it with us, Dear," her grandma said. "Ralph, she's probably afraid she'll end up seeing a couple old fogies fuck."

"You're not old fogies," Cathy laughed. "Besides, I've already seen you fuck." Cathy stood then. "I'd better go and let you watch it."

"Sure you don't want to stay for some coffee cake?" Betty asked. 

"No thanks," she said. "I'm going to visit Elaine Porter and then go to the market. Besides, you need that for church or something don't you?"

"I can bake another." 

"Sure. I suppose you'll be baking for the party tomorrow, too. Or don't they eat at those things?"

"Party?" Betty was confused. She didn't know about a party. "Where?"

"At the Peterson's." Cathy started toward the front door with her grandparents at her side. "I hear it's going to be some kind of wild sex party," she said. "Man, these people probably don't know anything about throwing a sex party. You should give them some tips."

"I hadn't heard," Betty said, absently, at the door. They had known the Peterson's for as long as they'd lived there. Why weren't they invited?

"Well, bye now. Love you!" Cathy departed, leaving the couple confused at their front door. 

"What party?" Ralph asked, gruffly. "Sex party? This neighborhood probably can't manage two hard dicks between them all, so where's the sex party?

"Now, Ralph," Betty said, lovingly, as she patted his arm. "Don't get your blood pressure up about it. Cathy's probably mistaken about the party. Or it's a family thing, perhaps."

"Sure, but Daryl would have said something about relatives coming over. He doesn't like most of hiss." Ralph scowled as the two of them walked back to the TV room. "What's the matter? Do we smell bad? And what if it is some kind of sex party, as Cathy put it?"

"Think about it, Ralph." Betty sat on the couch and used the tail of her blouse to clean her glasses while her husband slipped the homemade disk into the player. "If they were having some kind of orgy, it's logical that they wouldn't invite us. I mean, we don't exactly advertise our sex lives, do we? If they knew what horn-dogs we are, they would have included us, but they don't know."

"Yeah, I guess that's the problem with keeping things to yourself." Ralph sat beside Betty with the remote and turned the TV on. 

"Exactly. But, if they knew the whole truth about our family they sure wouldn't invite us, either."

"Probably call the cops."

"No, I think we've been better neighbors than that." Betty patted her husband's arm as the video came up on screen. "Let's watch our darling granddaughter now. I'll go talk to Jenny later. Get it all straightened out."

Ralph Burton slipped his arm around his wife's shoulders and settled in to watch the show.

On screen, Cathy could be seen sitting demurely on a chair in her living room wearing a light cotton shift and smiling sweetly. 

"Hi, Grandpa and Grandma," Cathy said. "I don't know if I'll be joining in on all of the fun or not. Some of it for sure, though. But I figured I'd make you a little something for your collection so you'll have one from me. I'm hoping you'll get naked and relax when you watch this. That way, if something comes up, you can take advantage of it right away. Okay, here goes."

The camera pulled back as she stood and began unbuttoning her dress. "My name is Cathy Burton, and I've been eighteen for six months now. I graduated high school about two weeks ago, and I am currently laying around the house like a bum until college starts in the fall." She dropped the dress, and stood totally nude onscreen. Now the camera moved in close on her face. "I'm going to major in Business and Public Relations in college." 

The camera moved slowly down her body. It flowed over the graceful curve of her neck and over her slim, perfect shoulder to rest upon the sultry shape of her firm, young breast for a long moment, the pink nipple just above the bottom of the frame. 

"I think I'm good at public relations," she said, as the camera moved down over her navel in the center of her cute little stomach and then down, zooming closer and moving slower as it arrived at the vertical opening of her sex and stayed focused there for a bit. Her pudendum was shaved immaculately close, and the slit was a long dark line with a rounding at the top the way a needle widens just a bit to provide space for its eye. 

"I'm five foot five inches tall." The camera moved again, down slowly over her right leg to her foot, a slender, delicate thing with high arches and long toes. Her toenails were painted pink. "I'm not telling my weight or measurements, because it's nice to have some secrets, isn't it?" On the couch, her grandparents nodded in agreement. 

"I will tell you that I had sex the first time when I was fourteen. I'm not saying with whom, because he's a nice kid and that was over four years ago now. Since then I have had sex with a whole bunch of guys. I don't know, maybe twenty?"

The camera moved up again, faster than before. When it arrived at her pussy it showed that she had moved fingers down to open herself up and stroke herself. The camera moved in close enough to see that she was glistening wet and her clitoris was erect. 

"I blew more guys than that, of course," she said, slipping two fingers into her wet cunt. "I really like fucking, especially if it ends with a hot shot of cum up in my pussy. That feels great. And that's one reason I'm so glad I'm on the pill. I have a friend who really likes getting facials. She's actually getting rather obsessed about them." One of Cathy's hands moved out of frame and returned with a realistically molded dildo. She sat, the picture jiggling a bit as the camera followed her. Once seated, she slipped the dildo easily into herself. 

"I'm not up on facials," she continued, though her breath was halting now. The dildo, meanwhile, was moving in and out in time with the finger rubbing her hard clit. "I don't mind a belly shot or cumming on my ass or tits, but I'm afraid they'll shoot me in the eye if they aim at my face. And what's the purpose anyway? It's not a porn movie. We're just having sex."

Cathy's monologue stopped a moment while she laid back on the bed and brought herself to a very tidy little orgasm. She rose smiling. 

"I don't mind swallowing cum," she said, catching her breath. "Kinda like that."

At that point Ralph's dick was so hard that he wished he'd followed her advice and removed his clothing. He paused the video. 

"What do you think, Ma?" he said, standing and unbuttoning his shirt. "The video's got thirty minutes left and it's bound to raise my blood pressure in that time."

"Has already, I see," Betty said, looking at the bulge in his trousers. "Yes, I think I'd like to get comfy too."

And so Cathy Burton's grandparents removed their clothing in order to watch the rest of the gift video wherein they would soon be watching their granddaughter and grandson having sex on the living room couch. 

Though their grandson's face was never shown, they knew it was him. As Betty Burton liked to say, "I never forget a cock once I've sucked it."

#

"Hi, Mrs. Porter," Cathy said, when Emily answered the door. "Is Elaine up there recuperating?"

"Yes, Cathy." Emily spoke rather formally, staring at her daughter's friend seriously. "Go on up."

Cathy bounded past her and up the stairs, and Emily watched her cute little ass in those tight jeans all the way up. When she'd gone into Elaine's room, Emily finally turned away and returned to the kitchen thinking that she should have a talk with that girl. 

"Hey, sicko," Cathy said when she entered Elaine's room. 

Elaine sneezed twice and wiped her nose, looking miserable wrapped in a blanket and sitting against the headboard of her bed. "Hey, your own self," she said. 

"Thought I'd come over and brighten your day. I was just at my grandparent's place and gave them a gift. I made a DVD for them," she said, smiling her 'I've got a secret' smile. 

"I bet it's a video of you fucking your brother," Elaine said, figuring she'd beat her to the punch. It worked. 

Cathy's face went blank, losing all of it usual animation as her mouth fell open and she stared at her friend. Finally, she spoke, "Oh, funny joke. Why would I give my grandparents a video of me having sex with a family member?"

"Because that's what they're into," Elaine said. "Come on, we saw them watching a video on that huge TV one night. We saw who was on it and what they were doing."

Cathy's mind raced through all the possible outcomes of Elaine's knowledge, and arrived at the conclusion that Elaine would have ratted her out already if she was going to. Besides, they were in the same boat now, anyway.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew?"

"We figured you would have told us if you wanted us to know," Elaine said.

"I guess you are a friend," Cathy said. "I'm not so sure I wouldn't have made fun of your family if it were me."

"You wouldn't have." Elaine sneezed.

"Well, I didn't know until graduation. They weren't going to tell me until the fall."

"But, now that you do know, I bet you're having a pretty good time," Elaine said, taking a moment to blow her nose. "How close was I on the gift? Was it you and Carter?"

"You were right on. If I know my family, Grandpa and Grandma should be fucking like nuts and watching the tape by now. My family does everything in a group."

"So, what's it like?" Elaine's voice dropped to a secretive level. "Have you fucked your father?"

"Yes." Cathy felt herself blushing, and marveled at how dirty it sounded compared to how wonderful the act felt. "In the shower."

"What was it like? What was fucking your father like?" 

Elaine was expecting one of Cathy's usual randy adventure stories, but her friend paused a moment instead. "It was sweet," she told her, thoughtfully. "It was very sweet, and tender. When he came inside me, I felt absolutely and completely loved for the first time I can remember."

"Wow," Elaine said quietly, 

Cathy blinked, cleared her throat, and shrugged, saying, "Yeah, well, he banged my brains out." And then she laughed, restoring her normal jaunty demeanor. "So what's with you peeking in windows?"

Elaine sneezed.

#

"Has everyone replied about the invites?" Jenny Peterson asked Daryl when he came in carrying three roles of crepe streamers. "And what the hell are you going to do with that?"

"String it up in the back yard. Just a crisscross, honey, I'll keep it subtle." 

"Sure, like a train wreck," she replied. "Do we have a total count, dear? I don't know how many Jello shots to fix up."

"Not too many. People get drunk on those things," he warned. "I've got the list in my pocket." He pulled out the invitation list and handed it to her. "I'm sure they all called. It's not so big a list."

The list held the names of six couples.

Emily and Robert Porter (check)

Andrew and Claudia Adams (check)

Charles and Patty Trent (check)

John and Terry Carter (check)

Robert and Tania Mosswell

Us. Peterson. (check)

"We haven't heard from Tania Mosswell," Jenny said. "I hope they can come."

"She seemed pretty eager," Daryl said. "I bet she'll drag him along. And I bet he won't be resisting too much."

"What do we do about Ralph and Betty? If you go stringing streamers in the back yard, they're sure to wonder what's up. What are you thinking with streamers for a party of only twelve people? You act like you're expecting fifty couples."

"That would be neat, wouldn't it babe?" He clutched Jenny's substantial ass, squeezing it hard. "Fifty couples? A deluxe orgy."

"I'd be cleaning cum off of the ceiling the next morning," she said, smiling at her husband's grand desires. 

The doorbell rang. 

Daryl went to answer it while Jenny finished filling small plastic cups with her Jello shots. A moment later, he returned with Betty Burton.

"Hi, Jenny," Betty said, taking a seat at the table and looking around at the scattered mess left from molding Jello shots, baking cookies, and slicing ham for sandwiches. "I'm just over to be nosey," she said brightly. 

"You're never nosey, Betty. What's up?" It was true, Betty wasn't the nosey type at all.

"Well, we heard that you're having a party. Ralph is beside himself thinking we were snubbed, but I told him it's probably a family thing. Our granddaughter says you're having a sex party, but that seemed farfetched. She's probably teasing us. Still, we can stand not being invited to a regular party, but I'd hate to miss a sex party. So, what's the party about, Jen?"

Jenny and Daryl looked blankly at each other a moment, and then Daryl walked out to the yard with his streamers, chuckling to himself. Jenny picked up the invitation list and added the Burton's name to it, as she said, "Well, it's a sex party."



CHAPTER TWO, Well Hello, Mrs. Porter

Cathy Burton came down the stairs at the Porter house with a bright smile on her face. It was nice to have a friend who knew about her family so there was someone to talk to. Elaine wanted details, of course, but outside of her immediate family, Cathy couldn't provide any. Still, what she could tell her was listened to intently. Now Cathy was on her way to the market and home.

"Cathy." 

Emily's voice stopped her, and she turned toward the living room. "Yes, Mrs. Porter?" Cathy walked into the living room where Emily was seated on the couch with a book. 

"Come here a second," Emily said. She patted the cushion beside her and waited until Cathy sat down. "I'll get right to the point, young lady. The next time you want to fuck my husband, I'd appreciate it if you let me know."

Once again, Cathy had been surprised by the someone in the Porter family. 

"Well, gosh, I guess it just happened, Mrs. Porter," she stammered, blushing. "I mean, it wasn't his fault, or anything."

"I know that, Cathy," Emily said. "Mostly not his fault, anyway."

"Well, anyway, I'm sure it won't happen again," Cathy said, feeling a yawning hole in the pit of her stomach. "Really. I promise."

Emily regarded the girl a moment, studying her nose and the angles of her cheekbones, the natural color of her hair. When she did speak, it was in a more forgiving tone. "I didn't say it couldn't happen," she said. "Just that I should know about it. Understand?"

Cathy smiled tentatively, thinking of how different the Porters were now from a couple months ago. Different as night and day. 

"Well, okay, I guess," Cathy said, keeping her eyes fixed on Emily's. "I guess I'll tell you now that I do want to do it again."

"There. Simple communication is all we need," Emily said. "If I want to have sex with my husband, I don't want to find out he's been worn out by some teenager who got to him first."

"Oh. Well, then, I guess I'd have to come and do you in his place, wouldn't I?" Cathy smiled in the way that she knew melted men's resolution. Would it work on a woman? "I mean, I'd hate someone to be unfulfilled because of me."

"Well, that wouldn't be fair, wouldn't it?"

Cathy reached her left hand out and placed it on Emily's right breast. Emily squirmed, and pushed lightly at the hand, but it was only something for the record. She didn't move the hand away. She kept her eyes locked onto Cathy's eyes, even when the girl slid her hand up along her thigh to push lightly at treasure hidden behind the fabric at the crotch. 

Emily watched her eyes moving closer, and closer, until they were too close to focus on both of them. By that time, the pressure of Cathy's lips had taken that focus away. 

"I want to fuck you, too, Mrs. Porter,' Cathy whispered in Emily's ear before kissing down the side of her neck. "I want to suck on your clit." She was unbuttoning Emily's blouse now, still kissing around the older woman's throat. "I want you to eat me, Mrs. Porter. Eat me and fuck me with your fingers."

Suddenly, Emily began returning her efforts, and they moved with greater urgency to get each other's clothing off while still kissing passionately. Soon, their clothing was out of the way of their hands and tongues. And the taller, auburn haired, forty-two year-old mother of two pulled the blonde, eighteen year-old high school graduate's head down to her own wet groin. She laid back against the arm of the couch with one leg up over the back and the other hooked around Cathy's back and reveled in the mounting glory of her approaching climax. It was quick and abrupt, but it was beautiful. 

She moved over the young girl, overwhelming Cathy's abilities with her womanly finesse. They rolled to the floor in a 69 position, legs clamping over ears, hands pulling at buttocks. Emily lifted Cathy to lay back on the arm of the couch and used her increasingly expert tongue on the young girl's cunt while probing her ass with one finger, savoring what seemed to be a lighter taste than that of Patty's cunt. Cathy cried out in orgasm, pulling hard on Emily's hair and kicking her heels against her back. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 09



Lifting her face up glistening with Cathy's juices, Emily stood and pulled her roughly by the hair. She dragged her to the floor by the couch and then sat straddling her. She reached for her hair again, pulling her close. 

"Okay, you little bitch," Emily said. "Why don't you give me a real orgasm this time?"

Emily grabbed her hair in both hands and pulled her face up against her pussy and then held her there with her feet on Cathy's back as the young girl knelt at her task, using her fingers and tongue and the endurance of youth to bring her best friend's mother to a loud, soul shattering climax.

They might have heard a sneeze or two while they were busy with their pleasure. If they did, they didn't say. 

#

Sherona Mosswell wasn't the type of woman who took "no" for an answer. Not gracefully, anyway. What she was getting now from her mother wasn't quite a "no." It was more of a "you wouldn't understand."

"But what is it, a block party?" she asked her mother as she followed her through the living room to the kitchen. "I live on the block, don't I?"

"It's not up to me, honey," Tania Mosswell said, wondering how on earth Sherona had heard about the party anyway. "They already made out the guest list."

"And I bet it's just people on the block that got invited," her daughter said, leaning her shapely butt against the stove and crossing her arms below her large breasts. 

"Well, maybe, but it's for couples," Tania said tiredly. She and her daughter were too much alike. Neither would give up on a subject until they were satisfied it was done.

"Couples? Well, I can be a couple." Sherona had taken her cue from watching the happy foursome in the Carter's family room the other week. Knowing about that little party, and reading her mother's obtuse answers, Sherona could guess what kind of party they were going to. She didn't believe it of her parents, but she still thought she knew. Because she knew, she made the most inappropriate choice to become a couple that she could think of. 

"Tillman and I can be a couple," she said, watching for the reaction. "He isn't that bad."

The reaction to that suggestion was a widening of her mother's eyes and a quick intake of breath. 

"You're brother and sister," Tania snapped, quickly. But that was the wrong thing to say to get her daughter off her back.

"So what? It's just a party. They gonna play party games? Need couples for that?" The tone of Sherona's voice indicated that she thought the whole thing was somewhere beyond stupid. 

It was fortunate for Tania that Robert came home just then. He was always provided the final ruling in family disputes, and he did so now.

"You weren't invited, Sherona," he said. "So you can't go. Simple."

"But Daddy." Sherona attempted to play the daddy card. 

"No. End of discussion," her father said. "Now, what do we want for supper?"

It was the end of the discussion, but not the end of the subject for Sherona, who went downstairs to her brother's room to sulk.

"That must be a crazy wild party they're going to," she told Tillman. "Gotta be a sex party. You know, real swinging."

"Get real, girl." Tillman laughed. "Can you picture Dad at a swingers party?"

"No," Sherona said. "What about Mom? Is Dad the only one you can't believe would go?"

"No, both, sure," Tillman said, quickly. "I meant Mom and Dad."

"Sure you did. Sure. What's Mom got going that Dad doesn't? Tell me."

"Why? So you can blackmail them into letting you go to the party?" he asked. 

"Hell no. I don't want to go to any party. I just wanted Mom to admit what kind of party it was. She looked pretty scared when I said that you could be my partner if that's all I needed to go."

"Me?" Tillman said, laughing. "What you drinking, girl?"

"I didn't mean it," Sherona said. "I'd have to be drinking some serious shit to go with you. If it's a sex party, I'd rather go with your friend, anyway."

"Good, cause you'd have to drug me to get me to go with you."

"Why? You don't like my titties anymore?" She laughed. "You don't go peeking around the house any more?"

"If you closed the bathroom door, nobody would see you," Tillman stated. "You used to do that on purpose."

Their conversation continued like that, and ultimately Sherona forgot to ask what Tillman knew about their mother. 

Upstairs, Tania and Robert were standing at the kitchen window looking out onto the yard. 

"You sure about this party, baby?" Robert asked. "Sounded good enough when you had me in bed last night. Not so good now."

"Why not?"

"Cause we've never done anything like this before," he said. "And because we're good, Christian people. And because we've got standing in our professions to worry about."

"I already accepted. If you want we'll go to the party and keep our clothes on. Jenny herself said it doesn't matter if we join in or not."

"But you've already had a taste of it," he said, emphasizing the word "taste" as he slipped his arms around his wife and held her close. "What if I just went and watched you with the ladies? How about that?"

"And what happens when one of the men comes over?" Tania pointed out. "Do you think they can resist my fine body?"

"I guess I'd just have to like it or lump it," he said, a small smile growing on his face. "How about going upstairs and practicing for the party. We'll think about supper later."

"I like the way you think," Tania replied.

#

That evening, Ralph Burton called his son and invited him and his wife to the block party. "You might like the change," he said, feeling pretty excited about it himself. "Be good for you." Kent Burton was reticent to go to the party because his banker was one of the guests. He wasn't sure a business relationship would survive a sexual one, even one as tangential as this. And, strangely enough, he felt as though he'd be cheating on his family. When he told his wife, she said, "Of course we're going!" and that settled the matter.





CHAPTER THREE, The Guest Lists

"Don't you think it's odd that Betty asked me if her son and his wife could come to the party?" Jenny asked Daryl as they sat sipping gin and tonics on their back deck that evening. 

Daryl thought about it, twisting his lips around a bit, and answered. "Damn strange," he said. "But I don't want to think about it."

"What?" 

"I don't want to know what they don't want me to know," he explained. "Simple as that. I like Ralph and Betty, and his son is a good fellow, so I'll leave it alone."

Jenny gave his outlook some thought and shrugged. "Fine. I won't think about it, either." She sipped her drink, watching the trees sway in the light summer breeze. "Sally Burton sounded real excited when she called to accept. Giddy, almost," she said. "She's a cute little thing, as I recall. You might like her."

"Hell, I like everybody," was her husband's reply.

They thought they were done with the list, and were well prepared for the party. But they weren't prepared for the uninvited guests that would be coming. They didn't count them because those guests intended to be a surprise.

#

"Cathy is moving through the family," Elaine told her brother, Danny, when he got home from work. "I got another video for the collection." Then she sneezed and blew her nose. "Pretty good, too."

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he came all the way into her bedroom and sat on her desk chair. 

"Way better than this morning," she said. "I think I'll be able to work tomorrow."

"Work tomorrow and play tomorrow night?" he asked. He took hold of the mouse and looked at the file list on the computer. "Must be this one. The one called 'Mom and Cathy' right?"

"Yeah, duh." Sneeze. 

"Oh, yeah, there's a sight. I wish I was in the middle of that," Danny said, his cock rising. He rubbed his hand over his jeans as he watched. 

"You can jerk off if you want to," Elaine said. "It's not like you're leaving me out of anything since I don't feel like doing anything."

"Good point," he said, and he stood and dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He sat again, his right foot up on the desk beside the keyboard and the left on the floor as he began slowly stroking himself. "How long is it?"

"Half an hour."

"Good, then I can take my time. Where's your oil?" 

"Top drawer." Elaine laid down on her bed where she could watch her brother masturbate. She liked the way boys did it, with all that stroking going on. It was fun to see everything right out there in the open and fun to watch the ropes of cum that shot out of her brother's dick when he came. It looked cool and felt so nice and warm on her skin.

"Do you think you'll be ready to play tomorrow night, Sis?" Danny asked her after oiling his right hand and sliding it slowly up and down over the tumescent shaft rising from his pubic hair.

"I think so," she said. "Play what?"

"If the folks are having a party, I think we should have one, too." Danny grinned at her, gripping himself just tightly enough to move the skin on his cock up and down, his hand slipping over and away from the mushroom cap on the end. He alternated between gripping and just slipping his hand over his oiled skin, and his face had the relaxed look of someone making a visit to a spa. 

"Party? Where?"

"The Tredweiler house," he said, indicating the house for sale on the other side of the Adams house. "Remember how Jimmy Tredweiler used to be able to get in and out through that basement window?"

"Sure, but they probably fixed that."

"Nope. I went over and tried it. It's easy to wiggle in, too. Tighter than it was when we were kids, but not bad."

"That would be fun," Elaine said. "Sure, let's have a party."

"It won't be many people, but what the hell." 

He sat stroking himself and watching the video while his sister lay watching him play with his cock for about five minutes, both of them thinking how nice life was just then. 

"Cum on my face, okay?" Elaine said when he started increasing his hand speed. 

"Sure, El, I'll cum on your face," he said, pumping faster as the thought of cumming on her freckled face spurred him on. "Okay, here I cum!"

He stood over her, angling his cock head down and pumping faster until he released a glistening shot of cum that hit his sister on the end of the nose and flowed down both sides. His next spurt landed in her hair. The rest of his release was just dribbles that couldn't be aimed so he wiped them on her mouth and cheeks with the head of his dick. 

Elaine lay smiling as gravity pulled the cum over her face. "That's nice," she said. "So fucking nice."

#

Tillman Mosswell knocked on his sister's door and said, "Sherona?"

"Come in," She called from inside. 

When Tillman entered, Sherona was standing at her dresser in her underwear and bra.

"God, Sherona, don't you ever quit? I ain't ten. You're not going to embarrass me."

"I don't want to. You're the one who wants something. What is it?"

"Danny Porter called and invited us to a party tomorrow night," he said. 

"Party? What, is this like the kids table at Christmas?"

"Kinda like. A mini version of the Peterson party."

"Really? Oh, well that sounds like fun. Sure, I'll go."

"Good, cause it's couples only, and I can't round anybody else up that fast."

"You'll have to put up with little old me," she said. "Now get out of here and quit spying on me in my underwear."

"You wish." Tillman left the room shaking his head.

#

"We're going to a party tomorrow night," Cathy told her brother, Carter, when she stuck her head in through his door. "Buy some condoms."

"Just a second," he said into the cell phone on which he'd been talking. He put his hand over his phone and regarded his sister quizzically. "Party? Condoms?" 

"Yeah. Danny Porter called. In that empty house down the street from Grandpa's house."

"Why do I need condoms?" 

"Well, I know that Elaine Porter isn't on the pill. I can't speak for anybody else who might be there."

"Oh, so it's a party just like the one Mom and Dad are going to." He laughed. "Can Paul and Ginny come, too?" He named their cousins, who lived on the other side of town only a couple blocks from the Porters.

"Sure, as long as it's both of them. It's a couples party, and you're my date." Cathy left his door with a small wave of her hand.

"Hey, Paul," Carter said into the phone. "Wanna go to a swap party tomorrow night? Yeah, that's what I mean. You gotta bring your sister. Couples only. Oh, and I think the whole thing is secret, too, so don't go telling your folks or anything. Great. We'll pick you up."

#

"Okay," Danny said, laying beside his sister on her bed with a sheet of notebook paper in his hand. "You and me, Tillman and Sherona, and Sherona's going to buy the liquor. Cathy and Carter, and their cousins, Paul and Ginny. Eight. Should be fun."

"I don't know Paul and Ginny."

"They're cool. Paul's kind of a weightlifter type but not too bulky. Smart enough, too. Ginny is a skinny blonde who looks like an anorexic version of Cathy," he laughed. "Okay, not really anorexic. Titless, though, as I remember."

"You'll like her then," Elaine teased. "Cause it would seem just like fucking a boy."

"You are feeling better, aren't you?" Danny said.

"Gotta be better. I'm going to a party."







CHAPTER FOUR, Block Party



The Carters arrived at six p.m. and brought an angel food cake and a can of Reddi-Wip. "You shouldn't have," Jenny said, though she thought the whipped topping might be fun. 

The next to arrive were Ralph and Betty Burton, who sauntered over with three bottles of champagne. "I wish we'd known sooner," Betty said to Jenny. "We could have been having such fun!"

At six-thirty, Charles and Patty Trent showed up. Charles looked nervous, and he kept adjusting his polo shirt as though it was a poor fit. Patty was all smiles and kisses and kept dragging her husband along. 

Andy and Claudia Adams came next, bringing nothing but their own, sweet selves.

Robert and Emily Porter came across the street at seven, with Robert and Tania Mosswell close behind, each of them carrying a bottle of wine. "Oh, good," Jenny said. "The two Roberts and their lovely wives. Come on in."

Kent and Sally Burton drove up at seven-ten, and the party was complete. 

#

"Welcome to our home," Jenny said, when they'd gathered in the living room. "I hope everyone can relax and have a very good time. We'll be playing some party games in a bit, but just get settled in first. Oh, and any room that isn't locked is available for your use throughout the night."

"I'd like to add something," Daryl said, smiling broadly. "Monday is Jenny and my thirty-third wedding anniversary." After a burst of applause, he continued. "We thought that was as good an excuse as any to totally destroy the morals of our community." 

"We didn't let on because we didn't want anybody to think they were supposed to bring a gift of some kind," Jenny added. 

"I think it's only fair that you guys all stop and congratulate Jenny at some time during the night. She'd love the attention, even if it is only for a quick poke." Daryl ducked a playful swat from Jenny. "Have fun, everybody!" he concluded, before taking his wife in his arms and kissing her to the accompaniment of the neighborhood's applause.  

#

"Is this your first, you know, whatever it is?" Robert Porter asked Kent Burton as they stood on the back desk with glasses of champagne. "It is mine."

"My first with . . . No, not really," Kent said. "A bit awkward though, isn't it?"

"Yeah, a bit." Robert waved his drink toward the kitchen, where Sally Burton could be seen getting more ice topless. "Your wife doesn't feel awkward, does she?"

"Sally fits right in anywhere," Kent said. 

The Carters, Claudia Adams, Tania Mosswell, and Patty Trent were in the living room playing the stripping game with the Twister spinner. Tania Mosswell and Patty Trent were nearly stripped bare, while the others were lagging behind. 

Robert Mosswell and Charles Trent sat on chairs near the window watching the game with undisguised fascination. Robert Porter joined them with the same expression on his face. 

"Are you guys really going to do this?" he asked them, watching Terry Carter stand and wiggle out of her maternity slacks. "Because we don't have to, do we?"

"Just getting up the nerve," Charles said. "Figured I'd see how the game comes out."

Robert Mosswell nodded in agreement and swallowed hard. "When I actually see my wife with another man's rod inside of her, then I'll feel alright joining in. Until then, I'm hedging my bets."

"If you could only do one of these women, which one would it be?" Charles asked. 

The two Roberts stared, thinking. Robert Porter said, "I would gladly screw your wife every day of the week, Charlie, but Tania is one hot woman. I hope you don't mind me saying it, Bob, but I really want to screw your wife."

Robert Mosswell positively beamed. "You go right ahead, neighbor. I'd be with your wife in a minute, too. But right now, I want to screw that pregnant lady right there. Claudia Adams."

"Me, too," said Charles. "I wonder if she's interested in a threesome."

#

Sally Burton was in the dining room chatting with Andy Adams and playfully rubbing the crotch of his slacks, while Kent Burton began zeroing in on Emily Porter in the kitchen. 

"First time?" he asked. 

"In mixed company," she said under a cocked eyebrow. "What about you?"

"We've thrown a few parties ourselves," he said. He was hoping to sound impressive without being obvious because Emily Porter had become his primary goal for the evening. "My daughter really likes your family. I think she'd move in if you had room."

"Well, she fucked my husband after graduation so I suppose it's natural to like the family," Emily said coyly, watching his face to see if he would continue acting like Joe Cool or come down to earth. 

His face went blank a moment, and then colored a bit across the cheeks, as he clearly was fighting to find something to say. 

"You husband? Of course, I didn't know," he said quickly, about to offer an apology. "I know my daughter is a bit adventurous, but I assure you that . . ."

Emily put to fingers to his lips, smiling. "That's okay, Kent," she said. "I fucked her too just yesterday, so now we're even. Maybe you and I will hook up tonight and add to the score. Or, you know, whenever." With that, Emily walked out to the living room.

Kent stood with a smile growing on his face as he thought of his daughter and the banker. Sure, he could see her doing that, and he knew darn well she would have started it. The girl was incorrigible. The girl was a Burton.

#

"Gather round, everybody!" Jenny Peterson stood in the living room and called the party goers in for the second game of the evening. This game was meant for the entire party, not just an adventurous few. "Come on in. It's game time."

Robert Porter and Robert Mosswell waited on their matching chairs, both of them fully clothed and watchful. They had decided between the two of them that Robert Porter would keep the name, while Robert Mosswell would go by Bob, or Bobby, since that's probably what his wife would be calling him all night. They both felt better having gotten over that hurdle. The next hurdle would be the naked in public thing.

"We've already got a couple folks here who've gotten into the swing of things," she said, indicating Claudia Adams, Patty Trent, and John Carter, who were all quite bare by then. Tania Mosswell was down to her panties, but they weren't much to call clothing. "You folks stay just as you are because we've got party favors coming later. You guys win for bravery since you're leading the way to nudity."

Everyone laughed, pretending they weren't looking at the "losers" in the spinner game. The two pregnant women weren't behind them by very much, either. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 09



"The first game is called 'Pick the Dick.' And its very simple to play," Jenny said. "A blindfolded lady has to pick which dick belongs to her husband. Simple, right? We'll need couples to volunteer for this one, of course."

"What do we win?" Sally Burton asked. 

"The winning lady gets to choose that man she wants to screw first, and she takes him off someplace and does what she wants with him. Or, she stays right here and does it. Her choice."

"What does the man she picks get out of it?" Kent was laughing, clearly not caring a bit about such things

"He gets laid first," Jenny answered. "Ready? Okay, willing couples should come on up."

Emily and Tania both looked toward their husbands, but the two wallflowers stayed put, shaking their heads. The women rolled their eyes and kissed each other lightly before turning to watch the fun. 

The Carters, Adamses, and both of the Burton couples volunteered and stepped to the middle of the room. Patty Trent pointed at Charles, who shook his head at first, but finally stood and joined the men in the center of the room. 

"Okay, Daryl is going to take these lovely ladies into the kitchen," Jenny said. "He'll bring them back one at a time, blindfolded, and give them a chance to pick out their hubby. They can use any type tactile exploration that they want to use. But no peeking."

Daryl took the ladies out of the room, leaving their husbands standing nervously. John Carter was already naked, of course, but he looked a bit sheepish standing among the fully clothed men.

"The Burton's are related," Bob Mosswell whispered to Robert Porter. "How are they going to do this one?"

Robert only shrugged. 

"Okay, men, get rid of your pants and get ready to be fondled," Jenny said. "Come on, don't be shy. John isn't shy."

When they had all uncovered their lower halves, Daryl brought Terry Carter in blindfolded. 

She knelt on a pillow on the floor and the men walked up to her with Ralph Burton leading the way. Terry smoothed her fingers lightly over his half erect shaft. Then she played with his balls, as though measuring them. Still unsure, she took the head into her mouth and said, "No, not him." She did the same for Charles, saying, "Wow, not him," when she gripped his ten inch tool. Unfortunately for Terry, Andy Adams was equipped with a cock of a similar size as her husband's. And, since she had sucked it recently, it apparently seemed familiar enough to confuse her. "This is John!" she proclaimed, and the audience burst into laughter. Removing her blindfold, she saw that John was next in line but she'd lost count.

Sally Burton was next, and she sucked Charles for a full minute before moving on, even though it was clear that he was at least two or three inches larger than Kent. Moving on, she got confused on Ralph Burton (like father like son, probably) and blew her shot at the title. 

Claudia Adams picked her husband correctly, and waited off to the side until the other two women were done. Patty chose Charles correctly without any problem. His was the biggest cock in the competition. Betty Burton made the same mistake as her daughter, except that she chose her son's cock by mistake. 

"We've got a tie," Jenny said. "Though I can't help but think Patty was cheating. Time for the official Rock, Paper, Scissors tie-breaker. 

It was an odd sight, one naked and one mostly naked woman playing that childhood game, but it ended with Claudia winning and choosing Charles as her partner right away. He'd been nervous about the night, but fate had coupled him with the woman he'd wanted from the start. The grin on his face displayed to his wife that he'd be alright after all. 

Patty chose Ralph Burton, saying, "It's about time I meet more neighbors. Especially neighbors who like to watch me do housework with their dick in their hands. Let's just wander over to the corner, big boy. No use me being shy now."

They headed toward a corner of the room that contained a big, soft wing chair, where Patty plopped down, threw her legs up over the arms and called out, "Eat me, slave!"

"Nothing shy about her," Bob said, watching his wife approaching them. 

Robert was watching, too, especially watching the sway of her large, unbound breasts when she walked and the sultry little smile on her face. His cock was hard as a rock just looking at her, and his mind was overloaded with images of her body and his. 

"Bobby," she said. "You've got to loosen up. I'm not going to have fun if you don't."

"You just go play," he said. "Don't mind me one bit."

"But that's not fair, is it? What do you think?" she asked Robert. "Your wife is out there hoping to get some dick in her. You think it's fair that you don't get some pussy?"

"I just haven't gotten up the nerve yet," Robert told her. "I'll get there."

"You could help him with that, honey," Bob Mosswell said. "He's already told me he'd like to fuck you first of all the women here."

"All you got to do is ask, sweetie," Tania told him, trailing the tip of one finger down over his cheek. "But first you've got to get my nervous husband to get it in gear."

"He's waiting his turn with Claudia," Robert said. 

"Oh, baby, you looking to milk those titties?" Tania cooed. "Just show her the size of your dick. She'll fuck you." 

Tania walked away laughing as the two men looked at each other. 

"An orgy sounds pretty nice when it's just talk," Bob Mosswell said. "It's a whole different thing in person."

"Yes, it is," Robert agreed. "I think we need another drink." And the two of them stood and went to the kitchen to see what could be had.

"Next game!" Jenny called out. "The cucumber challenge. The woman who can walk the farthest holding a cucumber in her vagina wins the prize!"





CHAPTER FIVE, The Kid's Table



"Everybody on this block is a horn-dog," Sherona proclaimed after they'd passed the wine around a couple times and Elaine got eager and started stripping. "Cute little lady like that looks like she should be at the library studying. Not here advertising to get a dick in her."

"Or a tongue," she said, straddling Sherona's knees where she sat cross-legged on the carpet and doing an undulating dance, the crotch of her panties inches from Sherona's face. 

"You better get me a whole lot more wine before I start diving in on that, girl," Sherona laughed. 

Elaine stepped back giggling and pulled her panties off. Then she went to Carter Burton and offered her snatch to him. He dove right in with two fingers and a tongue, and she rode his hand standing in the center of their circle and holding his head for support.

"She used to be shy," Danny said, smiling.

"What about you? You weren't shy the other day," Sherona said. "I'm ready."

"But you haven't tried the others yet," Danny said, pointing at the Burton family contingent. 

"Well, when we've been introduced more fully, I might try them out. Meanwhile, I know you."

"Have we got an empty bottle yet?" he asked the group. Carter rolled an empty wine bottle across to him, and he took it saying, "It's game time. Spin the bottle. Since Elaine has already stripped naked, and she's looking for more fun, I'd suggest that we all skip the stripping part of the game and just get down to it. Right? I suppose you can leave your underwear for now."

There was enough general agreement so that they all stood and began taking off clothing as quickly as possible. Apparently, it was a race. When finished, they sat on the carpeted floor of the empty basement room and studied each other's bodies. Everyone had opted to keep their pants on. The room had been cool when they entered, but their body heat had brought it up to a nice temperature by that time, and the wine had warmed them further until they were all primed for action. 

"Okay, we've got a list of actions here." Danny held up a sheet of paper on which he'd made a list of sexual acts written in bold marker. "Somebody spins the bottle and the person it points to does what ever is on the list. Do them in order. The first one says to tell a secret, then kiss the bottle spinner. Next is play with yourself. And so on. Got it? If something needs two people, then it's the spinee who does it to the spinner. Then the spinee spins and does the same with the one it points to. If it points at the person who just picked you then you spin again. Got it?"

"We spent a whole five minutes thinking this up," Elaine said, sitting beside Danny. "Pretty neat, huh?"

The party agreed that it was neat enough, and the game began.

The list of tasks that the bottle spinners would be going through consisted of:

1 Tell Secret

2 Kiss

3 Suck Tits

4 Masturbate

5 Oral Sex

Ginny spun and Tillman admitted that he thought his pregnant cross street neighbor, Claudia, was damn hot. Tillman spun and it pointed at Danny, so (after a brief argument over whether or not the tasks had to be boy-girl and deciding it optional) he spun again and got a less than chaste kiss from his sister. "I should have just kissed Danny," he said, though he wore an embarrassed smile. 

Sherona spun and had her tits sucked by Paul Burton. Paul spun and everyone watched Danny drop his pants and stroke himself for one minute. On Danny's spin the bottle pointed at Elaine and she didn't miss a beat in going down on him for one minute, which certainly impressed Sherona. 

Elaine's spin hit Sherona. "I like my little brother. There, I'll probably never say that again." Sherona's spin hit Ginny, Cathy's thin, thoughtful cousin. Since the boy-girl thing was optional, Sherona said, "Come here and kiss me baby." Which she did, and then spun to select Cathy, who was feeling very left out. Cathy, of course, suckled on her cousin's breasts without being asked, and then she spun to choose Tillman. Tillman wasn't very happy with the masturbate task, but he stripped off his shorts and put on a show for them. 

All the while, the wine bottle made it's way around the circle of youths. They'd decided not to use glasses for fear of spilling them on the carpet, hence the circling bottle. Soon, they all had a mellow buzz going that made them feel pretty good about whatever task might be at hand. 

So when Tillman spun the bottle and it pointed at Sherona, he didn't mind a bit that she performed a minute of oral sex on him. It was only a game, after all. And nobody minded when they decided to change the rules so that every spin was an oral sex spin. 

Tillman, however, did have a problem when Sherona's turn again selected him. She laid back on her elbows and said, "Come here, bro." 

He said, "Hey, you're my sister."

This left the others feeling a little uncomfortable for a long moment. 

Finally, Cathy said. "Tillman, look around. We came in brother sister sets. All of us. It's just that you and Sherona are the only pair that has never fucked each other. She can spin again, if you want her to."

"Hell no," Sherona said. "Told you, didn't I, Till? Get on over here and eat me, fool. Taste this fine, strong pussy while you got the opportunity. Or are you just chicken?" 

"I'm not scared of pussy. Not even your skanky box lunch," Tillman said, and knelt between his sister's legs. 

"Probably don't know how to eat pussy anyway," she chided him as she watched her brother lower his face between her legs.

He didn't go quickly to his task, but he finally did allow his tongue to lap at the glistening pink flesh she was holding open for him. He was relieved to learn that family pussy didn't taste any different from prom date pussy. She tasted pretty good, and Tillman found that he wanted to use his minute to the best advantage. He sucked her clit gently into his mouth and slipped two fingers in and out of her hot tunnel. Sherona moaned and stroked her hand over her brother's head. While continuing with his "box lunch" he reached one hand up to steal a touch of her great breasts. Nobody cried foul, so he circled the nipple with one finger while lapping his tongue up over her labia. He had increased the frequency of her moans by the time they told him to stop, and her breath was coming in panting gasps, but there wasn't enough time to reach his goal of giving his sister an orgasm. 

The sight of Tillman and Sherona had heated up the rest of them to the point where they thought the game had become extraneous. What they did now was much more simple and straightforward. The girls remained in a circle, and the boys would move around from one girl to the next every time a timer Danny brought from their kitchen rang. 

"Do what you want with who you've got for five minutes," he said. "And then move to the next in line. After about forty-five minutes, anything goes."

With the young men all wearing condoms in deference to Elaine and Sherona, the new adventure began.





CHAPTER SIX, The Two Roberts

Emily Porter could see her husband from where she was sitting on the Peterson's couch while Kent Burton lapped and nibbled at her pussy like a true connoisseur. She'd only known Kent Burton in passing before now, but now they had become intimate friends. She let herself melt against the man's tongue and rub her heels contentedly against his back as she watched Robert sitting with his wine directly across the room. They looked deeply into each other's eyes. And Robert saw his wife's eyes loose focus and her lower lip fall and pout out as Kent Burton made her cum with his fingers and tongue. When her focus returned, Emily could see her husband smiling. 

Robert Mosswell had been watching his wife moving atop John Carter's dick with her fine breasts nearly suffocating the poor guy. Robert enjoyed watching that average white cock moving in and out of Tania's fine pussy. It was a much prettier sight than he had expected. His wife looked good with another man. It was a natural act, and he thought it was time that he overcame his own reservations and did as his wife said the other night. He wanted to get himself some white pussy, so where was Claudia Adams now?

When Emily looked again, Robert wasn't there. He had left his polo shirt folded over the chair and gone on to explore the party. Smiling now, Emily returned her attentions to Kent's hard-on and let the night take her where it would.

Robert Mosswell slipped his hands over Claudia's shoulders and down lightly over her arms to grasp her wide hips. A sound that was much like whimpering escaped his lips as he moved closer, his chest against her back and her head nestled in against his neck. His long, hard cock pressed against the small of her back and he slid his hands around and up over her magnificent belly. He smoothed his hands over her skin in slow circles, and rubbed his cock against her back so that his balls swung up against her fine butt. Life was so good. 

Robert Porter had to settle for watching Tania Mosswell getting impaled by Jenny Peterson's strap-on while she was trying to consume Andy Adams' cock. She already had crusted ejaculate dried on her back from her encounter with John Carter. He wasn't sure she needed his addition at the moment. Betty Burton was unoccupied, however, and Robert had always harbored a lust for women with glasses. "Hi, Betty," he said. "Would you like to dance?" When she replied in the negative, he asked her, "Okay, so would you like to fuck?" That question received a positive response. Robert didn't figure that he'd last long on his first shot, and Betty was a nice woman, so he might as well be with her as anyone else. Once his first ejaculation was out of the way, he'd have much more endurance before the second. 

Robert Mosswell and Claudia Adams kissed long, passionately, their tongues moving over each other. And, as they kissed, their hands moved to clutch and excite until Robert could take it no longer and began kissing down toward her belly. He was surprised by the milk that filled his mouth when he sucked her nipple. Surprised and delighted. He vowed to return to the fountain after he visited heaven in the shade of her belly. He laid her down and sucked her clit as he clutched her ass. He lapped at her swollen labia. And he entered her, placing the fat purple head of his cock at the entrance of her tunnel and pushing it slowly in while she licked her lips, sighing. This was going to be good.

Betty Burton lay below Robert Porter with her glasses askew and her breasts sliding wildly in response to his hard thrusts. She cried out, and he moaned. She made quick, huffing sounds, and he groaned. At some point, Kent Burton came through the room and said, "Get it on, Mom." Her orgasm came as he son stood above her, watching his banker slamming into his mother's cunt. She looked up into Kent's eyes, smiling, gasping and shouting out, "Oh, God!" Robert felt his own orgasm coming, and he kissed the woman below him hard on the lips before pulling out and lifting her head up by the hair and scrambling to get his dick in her mouth before the blast. She sucked him and pumped him, and he felt his cum rise. Now! Yes! And he pulled himself from her mouth and pumped himself to spray a milky rope of cum in a line across her glasses. When he had finished, her lenses were totally coated, and his cum was running down one cheek. He'd always wanted to do that. 

Robert Mosswell hadn't fucked a pregnant woman in a long time, but the basic concept wasn't so foreign that he couldn't manage. You just take it easy. He stroked himself into her slowly, in steady piston movements of his hips. He felt the spongy walls of her cunt contracting, and her orgasm overcome her almost before he'd begun. Soon she was screaming and clawing his hips as he pressed against her huge belly and watched those incredibly large tits move on her chest like sacks of Jello. Milk leaked from both nipples as tears ran from her eyes, and he released a torrent inside of her. He filled her until it ran out and down the crack of her ass. Then he was thirsty and snuggled in for a drink.

Robert Porter found Tania Mosswell standing naked in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of wine. "Well, here I am, and I'm asking," he said to her. "And I'm saying let's go find an empty bed," she replied, with a kiss to his cheek at the same time that her husband and Charles Trent were leading Patty to the master bedroom. There was no empty bed for Robert and Tania, and Robert couldn't wait, so he pressed her up against the dining room wall like a cop searching a suspect. He pushed her flat on the wall, her hands up, hips just slightly back, and pressed his cock up along the separation between those magnificent buttocks and reached both hands around to spread her and slip his fingers into her. 

Robert Mosswell's cock found a home fully inserted in Patty Trent's mouth. He marveled at her ability to take something into her throat so deeply. He grasped her hair and fucked her head for about thirty seconds while her husband stood watching them, his cock hard in his hand. Robert pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked from his to her husband's cock and smiled. No wonder she could fit his if she could fit her husband. That guy was hung pretty good.

Tania quivered against Robert, mouth open and moaning, drooling against the wall. In the aftermath of her first orgasm with him, she felt inspired, and said, "Do me hard. Throw me, spank me, call me 'bitch' and 'whore' and fuck my cunt. Do me, white boy. Do me like your bitch." The command made Robert's dick even harder, and he complied with a nearly criminal joy.

Charles was in Patty, too, now. He was fucking his wife from behind as she lay flat on the corner of the bed, one foot on the floor and the corresponding arm hanging down around the corner of that foot. Charles was slamming her mercilessly, hands gripping her hips with powerful force, while Robert fed her the head of his cock. Each time her husband rammed into her cunt from behind, holding her bedside leg up now as though she were a wishbone, he moved her mouth up on Robert's cock while she slurped her tongue around it and fondled his balls. Each time he slammed his big meat home, she saw stars and felt a bursting tingle in her cunt and wondered if there was someone handy for her ass, too.




Neighborly Relations Pt. 10



PART TEN: Obsessions

CHAPTER ONE, Cum for Me Baby!

Elaine Porter was having a most wonderful dream. She dreamed that an untold number of men and boys surrounded her, naked and erect, and they were stroking themselves as they approached where she was lying on a cloud. She, too, was naked. Her nipples were erect and her clitoris was hard and her pussy was wet with anticipation. The closer the group of men got, the harder it was to breathe because her heartbeat seemed to be interfering with her breath. Finally they came close enough to touch her. They did touch her but not with their hands. The front row of cocks erupted with cum that hit her skin in warm splattering bursts. "Cum for me, baby!" she screamed, and they did. When one row finished with their hot spurting they would magically evaporate and the next row would step up and cum on her. Her body was completely covered with ejaculate and each new squirt brought her a new orgasm. 

It might have gone on forever if she hadn't woken up. 

She lay in the memory of her dream climax, smiling at the image of her cum covered body, and she fell asleep almost immediately still wearing that smile. 

Robert Porter had been in the hall when his daughter called out, "Cum for me, baby!" quite loudly in her room. He stopped and listened. What had she said? Thinking she might need something, he opened the door to his daughter's room and stepped inside. 

He was immediately aware of the increased heat in the room, and a faint odor he couldn't quite place. He stood by the bed and looked at her sleeping soundly. She must have been dreaming. And it must have been one hell of a dream.

Elaine moved then, her arm coming out from under her covers and pulling the sheet down when it dropped on the bed. The movement bared her breasts to her father, and he stared without even giving it thought. Her breathing made them rise and fall, the pink nipples floating on cushions of flesh. His cock became hard in his pajamas. It found the placket and emerged to point at the slumbering girl like a flesh sign post. 

His cock was inches away from her breast, and Robert could see both from the angle he was looking at his daughter. His cock was throbbing, and her nipples were floating, and his hand moved of it's on volition when it grasped his cock and began stroking slowly. He could imagine her waking to see him there and smiling. Imagine her reaching out to handle his cock for him. 

Shit. What was he doing?

Robert backed away from the bed stuffing his rigid dick in behind the fabric of his pajama pants. It wouldn't go down. If there was anyone in the hallway . . .

There was nobody there. Emily was in bed sound asleep, so he tip-toed through the bedroom to the master bath and closed the door. Once inside, he dropped his pajamas and stood stroking himself and watching in the vanity mirror. When he felt that his release was near at hand he sat on the toilet and slid back as far as he could go. He was just barely able to angle his cock down enough so that his jism hit inside the toilet. After a moment, his penis lost its urgency and dropped down into its thickened after sex condition. 

Closing his eyes, breathing deeply, he saw his daughter's breasts before him. He knew what the smell in her room was now. It was the scent of Elaine's aroused pussy.

#

It was two weeks since the Peterson's party, and life had begun get back to normal. His work at the bank was a bit of a blur in the days after the party, when his libido was revved up like a sports car, but things did eventually settle back down to the point where he could do his work without a hard-on. And home life was a strange combination of plans and regrets. He regretted not getting together with Terry or Claudia or Jenny Peterson, and he planned to rectify that error. Oh, yes, Brenda Davis, Jenny's daughter, got away from him, too. 

He'd been a sensible man once, but now he left his sensibility at the bank when he came home at night, where he became an all but certified sex maniac. The taste and the smell of pussy were intoxicating, and the feel of pussy surrounding his cock couldn't be beaten. It was an obsession. It was almost a crusade to fuck everyone in the neighborhood at least twice, and then go around again with Emily for threesomes. It was great to have a life goal. 

It was definitely not a life goal to have sex with his daughter. The other night was an aberration, a freak glitch in his wiring that wouldn't be repeated. He had no desire for her young body. No, not at all. 

#

Danny spent most evenings with Sherona after their little party in the basement. They took in a couple movies, but mostly they stayed in and watched TV in the basement (wink, wink) and stole away to Tillman's room for sex on the sly. 

Of course Tania and Robert Mosswell wouldn't have objected if they went to Sherona's room from the start. Even though Danny was 5 years younger, he was still better than that asshole she'd been married to by a long shot. They could think of worse men to be putting their dick into their daughter. 

There wasn't any future in the relationship, of course. Theirs wasn't a romance, it was a coupling of convenience by two people who liked each other well enough for sex but had no interest in keeping it going for long.

With Danny out of the house more often, Elaine found herself at loose ends much more than she liked. She had a day job in a florist shop, but most of her friends were working fast food, and their lack of seniority gave them the evening shifts. So, when she got home from work she collapsed on her bed for half an hour and then got up check email and look at the TV hoping to find entertainment. Usually, she ended up watching her videos. 

Her favorite was the one of her brother ejaculating on her chest. She could remember the warmth of his semen and how it seemed to heat her whole body. That day had been a revelation. It was the day she became obsessed with cum.

Some days Cathy would come over and they'd watch the video together. Or, Cathy would sneak out one of her family's home videos and the girls would watch and alternately laugh or stare in awe. 

It was a Friday in mid June, two weeks after the parties, when Cathy called and asked Elaine if she wanted to stay over at the Burton's large home. Of course she would. Kissing her mother and father good bye, she started for the door. "Be careful over there," her father warned just as she was stepping outside. 

"Why?"

"I, well, just be careful," he stammered, unwilling to tell her to keep her legs crossed around Kent Burton. 

"Dad means that you should use your best manners," her mother said, laughing. "Bye, dear."

Elaine left wondering exactly why her father looked so sick. 

#

"What's wrong with you?" Emily asked, after their daughter was gone "You're acting really weird."

"I suppose so," he admitted, going to the fridge for the bottle of wine. "I was just thinking about Kent at the party."

"At the party. Not home with his daughter and her friend." 

"Sure, but Terry Carter said that Sally Burton went down on her father at the party." Robert poured himself some wine, scowling. "And Betty Burton was awfully familiar with Kent when they were playing the dick guessing game."

"So? Sally is not a blood relative of Ralph Burton, Robert. She likes her father. Big deal."

"And what about Betty?"

"What about her? She was just playing a game, Robert. She didn't know whose dick it was. In fact, she thought Kent's cock was his father's. Big deal."

"Fine. It's no big deal," he said, sitting. "But how do you think Cathy got the way she is? Family tradition, probably."

"You're a two-faced snob," Emily said. "You go to a party and fuck everybody who has the right kind of hole, but the others who did the same thing are damned for it."

"No, I . . ."

"You can't have it both ways. Besides," she said, under a raised eyebrow, "He trusted us to treat his daughter right. Look how that turned out."

"You win." Robert said, chastened. "I am honorably defeated."

"Good. Now wash up and get ready. Charles and Patty are waiting."

Robert sat sipping his wine. An image of Kent Burton fucking his baby girl from behind came into his head. It was a compelling image, and his cock became hard instantly. His baby girl with Kent Burton's cum inside her. Jesus.

"When are they expecting us?" he asked, pushing his chair back from the table. 

"An hour or so. Why?"

"Because take off your pants." He stood then, approaching his wife with a lusty look in his eyes. "Take them off right now, babe."

"Oh, Robert, don't be silly," she laughed, thinking it wasn't silly at all. 

He pushed her back against the counter and kissed her as he slipped one hand down into the front of her pants. His fingers moved over the crinkly border of pubic hair and down into the hot, wet heaven of her pussy. It seemed that she was always wet these days. Hooking his fingers up into her, he brought his other hand down to pull at the snap on her slacks. She pushed at him, lightly, nominally, saying, "Not now." He pulled her hair back and kissed her throat and then spun her to sit on the kitchen table, laying her down, pulling at her slacks and baring her to him almost in one move. 

"Speaking of Cathy Burton," he said as he pushed his own pants down. 

"Yeah, what of her?" Emily's voice was a low purr now, and she was holding her legs open for him. 

"I'm going to fuck you right on the table where I fucked her. The same fucking that you watched, you sneaky bitch."

"Oh just shut up and fuck me!"

He slammed two fingers back into her yearning pussy and uncovered her clit with two fingers of his other hand, baring her to his tongue and lips as he thrust his fingers into her. She writhed against his hand, moaning. 

Robert positioned himself quickly and speared his wife's glorious cunt with his eager cock. They moaned together now, short bursts on each of his strokes. Emily came with a shivering orgasm that set her whole body trembling. It washed over her in a glorious wave as Robert continued his thrusts. And then he withdrew and pulled her from the table. He turned her so that she presented her butt to him as she leaned on the table. Bending his knees, he placed his cock at her wet opening and drove it into her. Again, and again, jammed his dick into her pussy, his belly slapping against her butt,. Again, and again, she moaned her pleasure. When he released a load of jism inside of her, they both sighed and collapsed a bit. 

Robert fell back into a chair heedless of the dripping cock that was lowering itself between his legs. God, Emily was so fucking good! 

"You better wipe that up," Emily said, smiling as she pointed down at the ejaculate that had dribbled on the kitchen floor. "You spill it, you clean it."

"Yes, ma'am." Robert laughed. It wasn't often that a person spills cum on a kitchen floor.

He watched Emily walk away, still wearing her blouse but carrying her pants. He watched her fine ass jiggle just a bit with each step and wondered if Elaine's ass was as fine as her mother's.

Emily mounted the stairs feeling gloriously fulfilled. She liked the impromptu fucks they'd been having lately. She was horny nearly all the time, anyway, so why waste it? But, as she entered their bedroom and crossed to the master bath, she couldn't help but wonder if Danny would fill her with as much cum as his father. 

One thought bothered her as she started the shower. Why had she felt compelled to defend the Burton's possible incest?

CHAPTER TWO, The Sleep Over

Elaine and Cathy lay beside each other atop Cathy's bed and stared up at the ceiling and ignoring the TV that was playing softly in the corner. 

"I thought I was dreaming that my Dad came into my room playing with his dick," Elaine said. "But, after I thought about it, I knew that I hadn't been quite asleep yet. It wasn't a dream, Cathy." She smiled, remembering and wondering what had been going through her father's mind at the time. 

"Have you done anything about it?" Cathy asked as she was unbuttoning her blouse. "You know, saying like, 'I had a dream about you the other night, Daddy. You were standing by my bed, Daddy. I don't understand.' Did you say that?"

"No, you idiot." Elaine swatted her hand over to hit her friend lightly on the stomach. "Besides, what if it really was a dream?"

"It wasn't," Cathy said. "At least, I bet it wasn't." She bounced up off of the bed, discarding her blouse and opening her drawer to get some night clothes out for both of them. "Here, this is a cute one." She tossed a sheer white gown to Elaine for her use that night. It came to mid calf on her because she was taller than Cathy, but Cathy's larger chest insured that the top fit fine. 

"This is almost completely see through," Elaine said, holding it up and looking through it at the TV. "I'll look nearly naked."

"Yeah, cool, huh?" Cathy pulled her underwear off and slipped into a gown much like the one she'd given Elaine, but in blue. Hers didn't seem quite so sheer to Elaine. "Get dressed and we'll go make some popcorn."

"Get real."

"I am." Cathy put one arm around Elaine's shoulder and spoke with an evil smile. "Let's go give my old man a thrill. See what comes up."

"Oh, you're bad," Elaine laughed. She stripped her clothing off and put the nightgown on with a whole new feeling of purpose racing in her heart. "Where's your mom?"

"At Grandma's. They're baking something," Cathy said as she opened the door. "Come on. Let's see if we can get you laid."

The two girls hurried out of the room giggling and then slowed to walk more slowly past the living room door. 

"Hi, Daddy!" "Hi, Mr. Burton." The girls spoke nearly in unison as they passed the living room. 

"Hi, girls." Kent looked up from his book in time to see two nearly perfect young bodies in silhouette under their sheer gowns glide by. His thoughts instantly turned to more interesting things than the book in his hand. 

About five minutes later, the girls came into the living room carrying a bowl of popcorn and a couple sodas. "Want some popcorn?" Cathy asked.

"That would be nice." Kent Burton wasn't really concentrating on the question but looking at the dark circles of Elaine Porter's erect nipples through the fabric of her nightgown. Her breasts were like dew drops and the dark triangle of her pubic hair looked like an island seen from the fog. 

"Okay." Kent thought about pubic hair. It was almost an anachronism. A blast from the past. He missed the crinkly feeling under his fingers. 

Elaine walked ahead with the bowl, and said, "We only brought one bowl. Maybe we should all sit on the couch." She put the bowl on the coffee table and sat at the far end of the couch, curling her legs up beneath her. 

"Want a beer, Daddy?" Cathy asked, leaning over him slightly.

"Sure, kitten," he said, enjoying the clean washed smell of his daughter's body. 

Cathy left the room and Elaine said, "Come on over and sit, Mr. Burton. Have some popcorn."

Kent followed her suggestion trying to conceal his own eagerness. Her nipples were peeking at him through the nightgown, and his cock seemed to be trying to reach out to touch them. He walked over to the couch without trying to conceal his hard cock, and he could see how her eyes dropped and focused on his crotch all the way over. 

"Should we see if there's anything on television?" he asked, more to break the silence than any desire for entertainment. Soon, he would have all the entertainment he needed sitting on either side of him. He switched on the TV and began going through the channel listings. As usual, he was finding nothing.

"Find anything good?" Cathy asked when she returned with his bottle of beer. She placed it on the table and sat on Kent's other side, her warm body right up against his. 

"No, of course not." Kent laughed. 

"Here, let me." Cathy took the controller and moved expertly through the menus until she found a new action film and switched to it. "Good enough," she proclaimed.

Kent ate popcorn and stole surreptitious glances at Elaine. There was something about all those freckles that made her look innocent and pure. It didn't seem like she should have those fine breasts or the treasure between her legs. 

"How do you define good enough?" Kent asked as the film began. 

"Oh, just watch, Daddy." Cathy kissed him on the cheek once, and then a second, longer time. When she returned her attention to the movie, she slipped her arm around her father's neck and made little circles in his hair with one fingertip.

Kent munched on a handful of popcorn and watched the movie. There was a detective plot, but that didn't interfere with the gunplay. Kent found himself growing bored. He sipped on his beer wondering exactly what kind of game is daughter was playing. What ever it was, he would have to either flee the room in a few minutes or start tearing at their nightgowns.

Cathy upped the ante by leaning in to lick her father's earlobe playfully. Kent tried to glare at her, but he didn't want to make a scene. She kissed his neck, still playing with his hair, and, by extension, his cock. Then she reached for her glass of soda with her greasy popcorn fingers and brought it up to her lips. At the last minute, the glass slipped, spilling down the front of her nightgown. 

"Oh, shit!" Cathy exclaimed, jumping up before it could get on the couch. "Greasy fingers." Her nipples stood out firmly against the wet fabric of her gown as it clung to them and to her stomach, outlining the cute little indentation of her navel. "I'm going to go clean up," she said. "Maybe take a shower. Be right back."

Cathy hurried out of the room.

"Better be careful," Kent advised, turning to look at Elaine. "That's pretty buttery popcorn you guys made."

Elaine was looking at him in a peculiar manner, thoughtful but hungry. Her gaze made Kent nervous for some reason, and he felt like he was out of his league with her. He never felt like that with anyone.

"Boy, I didn't know how we'd get rid of her," Elaine said, smiling now. "May I kiss you, Mr. Burton?"

"What?"

"I would like to kiss you. May I?" 

She didn't wait for any further permission but leaned in and kissed his surprised lips. Then she kissed him again, and he was prepared to kiss her back with even stronger ardor that she'd put into her kiss. They kissed again and again, and soon Kent was kissing down Elaine's throat and across the visible area of her chest. Elaine sighed, holding his head to her, and then pulled on his hair to bring him back for her to return his kisses. 

"This isn't, uh," Kent began, but couldn't think of what he was going to say. "It isn't right," he finished. 

"Sure it is," Elaine said, looking deeply into his eyes. "You know how long it takes Cathy to shower." She began unbuttoning his shirt and kissing down over his chest, and he let her do it. "Let me see it," she whispered hotly. 

"What?" He felt stupid and awkward just then. 

"Your cock," Elaine sighed. "I want your cock."

For a second, Kent had image of her cutting it off and keeping it for her collection. If that was the case, he would have given it to her just then. He unzipped his pants and lowered them and his boxers to the floor. His cock bounced upright, filling to the point where the veins on the outside of his cock were standing out in stark relief against it. 

Elaine smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and then dove down to take his hard rod into her mouth. 

Kent laid his head back on the couch, sighing in pleasure at the warm, wet pressure of her lips on him. He slipped one hand down over her back and began sliding one finger down along the crevasse between the cheeks of her butt, and she wiggled against his hand. 

Elaine stood quickly and pulled the gown off over her head. Kent sat staring at her in awe. Again, the freckles made her look young and pure, but her perfectly formed breasts, the opening of her sex just below her bush, and the lusty smile on her face told a different story. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 10



She descended on his cock again. This time, Kent leaned far enough to be able to press one finger lightly against her anus. He felt the muscles expand and contract under his finger, a feeling that made him feel hotter for anal sex than ever before. 

Elaine lapped at his cock with her tongue, took it deep in her mouth to suck it, and then slid her tongue down to his scrotum. She shifted up higher on her knees in order to bring her mouth down on his ball sack. This gave Kent's hand access to her pussy, and he rubbed his fingers over her pubic hair and into the wet slit of her young cunt. 

Elaine humped herself against his hand and left his cock to rise arching back against the fingers that were now able to slip inside. Kent turned and kissed her stomach, her breasts, and sucked those fine pink nipples. She responded by standing on the couch and straddling him so that she could rest her hands on the wall and present his lips with her eager pussy. 

Kent fucked her with his fingers and rubbed his nose against her hard clit. The smell of her filled his head. The taste of her was sweet nectar. He sucked her inner labia out into rippling folds of flesh and buried his tongue between them. 

Elaine came swiftly from the combined thrill of having an older man and the danger of doing it right in the open. Cathy wasn't a problem, since it was her idea, but her mother could come home at any time. Wouldn't it be fun to get caught?

"Eat me!" she cried, grinding herself against him. "Suck me! Suck my clit!" She cried out in a low growl that her father would have recognized as sounding exactly like her mother in the heat of passion. She came again, a fierce shiver up through her body.

Kent began tugging down on her hips after her quivering orgasm. Pulling her in an invitation down onto his waiting cock. "Sit down, little girl," he whispered. "Sit on Daddy's nice hard cock."

"I'm not on the pill," Elaine protested, worried that it might get out of hand. 

"Vasectomy," he responded urgently. "Sit down. Put me in you right now," he insisted, with a bit more authority than before. He wasn't begging for the warmth of her vagina, he was commanding it. "Fuck me now, you sweet young thing."

Elaine moved to her knees on the couch and reached down to hold his cock below her. She looked into his eyes, instinctively knowing to affect a little girl look when she said, "Now, Daddy?"

"Now." Kent humped himself up to meet her descending pussy and was instantly engulfed by the warmth and pressure of her contracting tunnel. "Oh, yes," he groaned "Now fuck me, little girl. Ride Daddy's dick."

Elaine did as he commanded, and she pressed her freckled breasts up to his lips and shivered when those lips found a nipple. She humped him and tightened herself as much as possible. At last, she was going to feel a man's blast of cum inside of her. She'd know the feeling of that inner warmth and flowing burst of lust. At last.

"Daddy!" Cathy stood in the doorway trying to look horrified, but not really pulling it off. "What are you doing?"

"Fucking your friend," Kent said. If she was surprised there was no sense denying it, and if she wasn't surprised he was only doing what those scamps wanted all along. 

"But, Daddy," she said, walking up to the couch. "You started without me."

Cathy cast aside her new nightgown and jumped up onto the couch to throw one leg over her father's chest and stand in front of Elaine. 

"Better help me catch up, Daddy," she said, pressing herself to him. 

And so Kent used his fingers and mouth on his daughter's eager pussy, while Elaine moved up and down on his rigid rod and rested her cheek against Cathy's writhing butt. It was a beautiful tableau. 

Finally, Kent pushed his daughter off, saying, "I'll get back to you in a minute." He lifted Elaine to lay her down on the couch, admiring her distended pussy lips a moment before burying himself deep inside again. He thrust into her with animal power, shaking her body below him, her breasts sliding over her rib cage, and she sighed and gritted her teeth at the approaching climax. 

When Elaine's orgasm hit her, it contracted her pussy tighter still on Kent's cock. It gripped him, milked him, and made him spurt in great, joyous blasts inside the young woman's pussy. Both Elaine and Kent quivered at his release, and she held him close to be sure every possible drop got inside of her. 

When he did withdraw, Elaine pulled him up to taste his cock and suck a few dribbles of his precious nectar from him. Then she lay as though dead with Kent's semen leaking out onto the couch and paid no attention to the sight of a father and daughter locked in a 69 position on the carpet beyond the coffee table. She was in heaven and wasn't interested in any one else's bliss.

#

Sherona lay on Tillman's bed and watched Danny get dressed with a sly smile on her face. "We should have another of those parties," she said, languidly. "Get a little variety."

Danny smiled. It was nice to be doing this with someone who didn't expect anything more than sex. Having a woman as athletically sexual and as uninterested in commitment as Sherona was a dream come true. 

"Why?" he teased, dropping down on the bed beside her. "You tired of my dick?"

"Sick to death of it," she said, returning his teasing tone. "And Tillman won't get with me unless it's in one of those stupid games."

"Well, I suppose we can arrange for something," Danny said. "You got the hots for your brother, or what?"

"No. He has a bigger dick than you, though." She laughed and kissed Danny's forehead. "How did you and Elaine get started, you know, fucking each other?"

"We just kind of fell into it," Danny said. "But Cathy was leading the way. Since Cathy's whole family is that way, it seemed alright for us as long as she was having sex right along with us. 

"Her whole family?" Sherona hadn't thought the practice extended past her brother. "You mean she's fucking her daddy, too?"

"Daddy, mama, cousins, grandparents," Danny said laughing. "Share the love, right?"

"Sure, share the love. I'd like to share some love, and I've got a lot to go around.," Sherona told him. "I want to see if I can get three dicks in me at one time."

Danny liked that idea quite a bit. It was time to make a few calls.

#

"Three aces beat two pair." Charles Trent slapped the cards down on the table and grinned across at Emily, who was sitting quite naked before him. "You lose, tootsie."

"Shit." Emily didn't usually like losing, but strip poker was a different game. She pushed her chair back and crawled naked under the table to make good on her bet as Charles dropped his shorts to the floor. 

"Five minutes," Charles reminded her as a contented look came over his face. "Who wants to bet I'll cum in her mouth?"

"No side bets," Patty said. Clad in underpants and bra, she wanted to get on with the game. "Besides, that's a sucker bet. I know damn well you won't cum if you don't want to. Deal the cards."

Charles dealt the next hand, and Robert won. That left both Charles and Patty with only their underpants. But, of course, Robert was clad only in one stocking, so he was in no position to brag. 

Emily came up from under the table, scowling. "That was more than five minutes," she said. 

"Really? It only seemed like a minute to me," Charles said, laughing. 

They were playing their game in the basement rec room just in case one of the children got out of bed. If they did, the squeaking floor boards in the hall would alert them. Their daughters, Debbie and Kelly (10 and 12 respectively) were sound sleepers, so they weren't really concerned. 

Robert took the deal next, and he dealt the cards quickly and expertly. 

"Is Danny still getting down with Mosswell's daughter?" Patty asked, looking sourly at her cards. Normally, when she wore such a disappointed expression she had a good hand. 

"I guess so," Robert said. "I've been advised that I haven't got a leg to stand on if I want them to moderate their activity at all."

"No shit, Sherlock." Emily said and tossed her cards in. "Fold."

"They could cut down to a couple nights a week," he said. 

"Okay, you cut down to a couple nights a week," Emily retorted. "See how you like it."

"Got you there, Bob," Charles laughed. "Okay, I'll throw in my shorts."

"One stocking," Robert said. 

"Underwear," said Patty. 

Charles took two cards, Patty none, and Robert one. 

"I'll raise you a hand job," he said. 

"I'll call that bet," from Robert.

Patty eyed her cards, frowning, and said, "I'll see the hand job and raise you five minutes oral."

"I'll see it." "Yup, see it."

"Alright, boys," Patty gloated. "Time to pay up." She laid down a straight flush, grinning. "What are the odds of getting that dealt to you? Damn fine playing on my part."

"You've got everyone nude now," Emily said. "You win."

"I win as soon as these guys both give me a hand job and some tongue action," she said. "Five minutes each. Twenty minutes total."

"Well, a bet's a bet," Robert agreed. He removed his stocking and dropped it on his pile of clothing and then walked around to Patty's side. "Shall we get comfy?"

"Oh, yes," she replied. She stood then and made a great show of removing her underwear, and then she moved over to the couch and reclined against the back with her legs open for the bet to be paid. 

Robert sat beside her on the couch and placed his hand on the pubic mound, rubbing softly and then with slowly increasing speed and pressure until she was smiling in anticipation of the climax to come. "Five minutes!" Charles replaced him, picking up the tempo of the hand movements and inserting two fingers while his wife moved her hips and moaned in appreciation. 

"You guys are boring," Emily said. "I'm going up for more wine."

Nobody answered since Charles and Patty were busy and her husband was kissing the calf of Patty's leg and preparing for his oral task once Charles' time was up. 

Emily went up to the kitchen as Robert was calling out, "It's been five minutes, for crying out loud! It's my turn to pay up."

Once upstairs, Emily stood in the kitchen and looked at all the uncovered windows. Patty never closed any blinds. Emily walked into the Trent living room in the nude. Patty loved displaying her body like this. She truly got off on the conflicting feelings of the fear of being seen versus the thrill of being seen. 

Emily stood now in the middle of the Trent's well lighted living room with the draperies on the picture window wide open. She stood and waited. Nothing. She wasn't scared of being seen because everybody on their little loop had seen her naked. There was no thrill in this.

But then there was a movement on the sidewalk passing before the house. Someone in a red windbreaker, walking, stopping. He was just out of the light, so Emily couldn't see his face, but she could see the shape of his body and the color of his jacket. He was looking in at her as she stood frozen in place. 

When Emily finally got her body to move, she did so at a casual pace so that the person outside might not know she'd seen him. Finally away from the window, Emily leaned against the frame of the kitchen door and caught her breath. Okay, so now her heart was pounding. There was the thrill

As she took the wine down the stairs to the poker party, she remembered one startling fact. When Danny left the house earlier, he had been wearing a red windbreaker.

#

Elaine rolled to her side on the couch to watch the father and daughter copulation on the floor. She couldn't see them past the coffee table, so she sat up, noticing the dampness between her legs and the crack of her ass. There was a small wet patch where she'd been laying. She'd never had cum inside of her before, so it never occurred to her that some of it might run back out.

She stood and rounded the table to watch Kent Burton apply his tongue expertly to his daughter's clitoris as they lay together on their sides. Cathy moaned and writhed in response, but she held to her task of sucking her father's dick until her orgasm made that impossible. 

"Oh, Jesus shit!" she cried out, arching her back and pressing her cunt harder against her father's face. "Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, please!"

Kent moved quickly to follow her command. He turned around and knelt and then pulled her legs apart and lifted her so that his cock rubbed up and down on her slit. Lifting her higher, he sucked at her clit again, causing her to cry out again.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Put your cock in me, Daddy!"

Kent lowered her to the floor and positioned his cock at the opening of her sex. He slammed himself into her, and she responded with a small squeal that became a syncopated wail once her father began stroking his cock into her with regular movements. She wailed and chuckled and called out for her Daddy as he pistoned his body between her legs. 

Finally, she screamed out in orgasm, kicking her heels against his ass and digging her fingernails into his back. "Oh, Daddy," she sighed, pushing him away. "That was wonderful."

Kent sat back on his haunches, his cock standing up hard and shining with his daughter's juices. As he caught his breath, he looked up at Elaine and said, "Come here, Princess."

He stood and held her with both arms gripped in his strong hands. He dipped his head to kiss her neck, her cheek, and then her eager lips. Then he turned her and held her close to him so that his cock rested in the crack of her ass. "Get down, Princess. On your hands and knees. Daddy's going to rock and roll with you."

Elaine assumed the position, spreading her legs and waiting for his thrust. Joining her on the floor, he slid his cock up and down on her ass, teasing himself as much as her. He knew it wouldn't be long before he came once he got going, so he wanted to extend his time with this young body. Freckles. Who would have thought freckles would be a turn on. 

Kent pulled one buttock aside and rubbed himself lightly against her tight hole. Then he rubbed his cock up and down from ass to cunt and finally slipping the head into her pussy. He slammed into her, bringing out an exclamation half of pain and half of joy. She made small snorting sounds as she humped back against him, savoring the depth his cock reached from this angle.

"Fuck her, Daddy," Cathy said eagerly as she sat leaning against the recliner chair watching. "Fuck her hard, Daddy. Fuck her like a dog. Mount that bitch like a dog, Daddy."

"That's right, baby," he said, puffing out the words. "I'll fuck your bitch friend like a wild dog." Pumping harder, he was almost there. 

"Will you cum on her face, Daddy?" Cathy asked. "Will you squirt on her cute little face?"

"I'll squirt where you want me to, kitten. You want it on her face?"

"Yeah. Fuck her face and then cum on it." Cathy's eyes were alight with lusty anticipation. 

The movement of his cock and their talk of cumming on her face took Elaine over the edge. She climaxed violently with her face buried in the carpet. 

Kent hurried around her, not wanting to lose his timing. "I've got something for you, little girl," he said. He lifted her head with both of his hands and held it until she supported herself. Then he placed his cock on her lips and said, "Open up."

Elaine opened her mouth and took his cock inside. She was still feeling weak from her orgasm, and was having a hard time concentrating, but she wrapped her lips around it and began lapping with her tongue. Suddenly, Kent Burton grabbed her hair on both sides and pulled her toward him. "Yeah, fuck her face!" Cathy called, and he did. He pulled her head forward so that his cock hit the top of her throat and then let her own effort to avoid chocking carry her on the back stroke. Knowing just how far to let her go without popping out of her mouth he continued for several strokes. Then he stopped. 

"Come here, Kitten," he said to his daughter. He removed his cock from Elaine's mouth and made it clear that he wanted her to roll to her back. Elaine was fine with anything just then as long as it ended with cum on her face. "Hold her shoulders up, honey," he said to Cathy. "Yeah, let her head fall back."

Cathy straddled Elaine's stomach and pulled her shoulders up as Kent positioned himself just above the young girl's mouth. "Relax," he said. "And open up."

Elaine took his cock into her mouth with reservations. She knew what he was going to do, and she wasn't sure if she liked the idea. Still, she'd try anything once and it would be hard to fight this father daughter duo if they wanted to force the issue. Feeling that she had no real choice, Elaine licked the head of his cock and waited. 

Kent pushed himself all the way into her mouth. His balls slapped against her nose. Back out and then in again, with Elaine gagging every time he reached his full depth.

"Yeah, deep throat the bitch," Cathy said. 

Elaine tried to remain relaxed, but the choking feeling was too frightful. Her gag reflex was just at the point of vomiting each time he pushed himself in, but the feeling that she couldn't breathe was worse. She began to struggle against her friend's hands, kicking and pushing her away. Cathy responded by kneeling on her arms to hold her in place, and Kent took a firmer grip on her head as he continued fucking it. 

All Elaine could see was the bottom of Kent's shaft glistening with her spit, and his balls swinging in to rest against her nose. Back and forth, gag and relax. Elaine felt tears begin to flow as Kent picked up his tempo. His intrusion actually was beginning to hurt, and all she wanted now was for it to be done. In and out, suffocate and breathe again. Elaine was held in place by the weight of her friend's body and the strength of Kent Burton's broad hands and could do nothing but endure. 

Finally, Kent pulled himself out and took hold of his cock. Cathy dropped Elaine's shoulders, saying, "Yeah, Daddy. Do it." He pressed the head of his cock lightly against her cheek just beside her nose and pumped himself until a spurt of cum emerged to shoot across her lips. Another and another and then it was over. He fell back to sit on the floor, spent. 

Elaine stood and picked up the nightgown she'd been given and walked out of the room without a word. She went to Cathy's room and used the blouse Cathy had removed earlier to wipe the cum and tears from her face. She was standing staring at herself in the mirror when Cathy came in. 

"You fuck!" Elaine turned toward her friend, glaring. "Fuck her face, Daddy! Have you ever done that?"

"Deep throat? No. Was it cool?" Cathy asked. 

"No, it wasn't. I thought he was going to choke me with that thing. It felt like the two of you were trying to kill me!"

"Shit, Elaine," Cathy began and tried to find words. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"I went along with it, but when I started fighting you should have been a clue to stop. I couldn't exactly say anything."

"I'm sorry," Cathy repeated. She hugged Elaine briefly, and said, "I'm sure Daddy will feel terrible about this."

"It wasn't really his fault," Elaine said. "You're the one who said to fuck my face. What else would he think it meant? Your dad probably thinks I do it all the time. Probably thinks I'm a whore anyway."

"Oh, no, not at all." Cathy hugged her again. "He said just now that you were so sweet. He seemed to like you quite a bit, actually."

"Really? Sweet?" Elaine was beginning to feel better. "Well, that's all right then. Don't tell him I felt that way about it. I don't want him to feel bad."

"How can I make it up to you?" Cathy asked seriously.

Elaine pondered the question a moment and then laid down on the bed. 

"Eat me," she said.

#

Danny wasn't sure if his mother saw him or not, but he sure saw her. Even though he had video footage of his mother having sex, the sight of her in real time was thrilling. She was just standing there as though Patty was ill and she was her understudy there to play the part of neighborhood exhibitionist. She just stood gazing out with her fine breasts and pussy just out there to be seen. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 10



He hoped that she hadn't seen him at first. But, as he undressed for his shower, he began to think it would be better if she had. He got in under the spray of water and imagined her coming to him naked and reaching out to grasp his penis. He imagined her kneeling to suck him, to fondle his balls. And he imagined himself fucking her hard and fast. She loved it and wanted more. God, that was something. 

Danny would have been happy to masturbate just to those happy thoughts, but he and Sherona hand gone for two rounds and he knew it would take him far too long to cum. He'd wear the skin off the damn thing trying.

#

Emily had returned to the others in a thoughtful frame of mind. It had to have been Danny out there. The loop was a cul-de-sac and nobody just walked past unless they lived there. She knew that he'd been watching videos that he and his sister had taken secretly of their mother having sex. She knew he'd been looking at her and masturbating. But this was personal. He had seen her. He had stood there and stared. 

When she was with Charles later, his tongue working magic on her clit, she imagined it was Danny down there. As she listened to her husband and Charles' wife screwing wildly on the other side of the room and enjoyed the sucking caress of Charles' mouth, she kept Danny in her mind. It felt so good having him superimposed over the act she was participating in that she didn't even try to wipe her vision of him away. 

Screw guilt. 

When Charles entered her, slamming one climax after another through her body, she imagined that Danny was sitting beside them on the couch and watching. And, when Charles came inside her with a torrent of jism, she imagined Danny saying, "Hey, why didn't you cum on her belly so I could see it?" That was what she imagined dirty little boys wanting. 

Incest isn't a thought. It's an action. I can think what I want, she told herself. I can fantasize however I like. I can dream without guilt. 

To hell with feeling guilty.

CHAPTER THREE, Party Time

Saturday was a lazy day at the Porter house. Mom and Dad slept late and Danny awoke at seven to eat a piece of toast and then go back to bed. The Porters were all played out. 

Across town, Elaine Porter was sat down to breakfast with the Burtons at nine. It was a normal domestic scene complete with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. They drank orange juice and talked about the girl's upcoming freshman years at college. Nobody looking in at them would know that the two girls and the father had participated in a threesome the night before. And they wouldn't be able to tell that the mom had screwed her husband's father last night after the baking was done. 

Elaine and Cathy knew about the party by then, because Danny called Cathy's cell to invite her and her brother. "Bring your cousins," he told her. The empty house might sell at any time, and they wouldn't have any more chances, so everyone was eager to party. When Cathy called him, Paul suggested letting their cousin, Bill, in on it, too. The girls might like having an extra dick handy. Sure, the more the merrier. 

And so the party was set, and the day leading up to it seemed to last forever. 

#

Danny got up around eleven and went down to the kitchen in his pajamas thinking about getting a bowl of cereal or something. He was standing looking into the fridge and scratching himself when he mother walked in. 

"Would you like some eggs?" she asked, startling him. "Nice eggs and toast?"

"No, don't go to any trouble." He turned and looked at his mother, who was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless top. 

"No trouble. Pull up a chair and I'll whip something up." She turned on a burner and got the eggs out of the fridge. "Over easy?"

"Yeah, that's great," he said. He was watching his mother moving about her tasks, her buttocks flexing beneath the tight shorts, and her legs looking long and sensuous. As he sat at the table watching her, his cock began to respond to the stimulus. 

No, don't do that. Think of dead cats. Think of polar bears. Think of something.

But there was no amount of thinking that would make his cock behave itself. He decided it was probably best to quit worrying about it and just sit with his dick safely under the table. It would be alright.

"Damn!" His mother was at the frying pan with the turner in her hand when the toast popped up. "Danny, could you get the toast? My timing always works out like this."

Butter the toast? If he didn't do it she'd wonder what was wrong, but if he did she might see his boner. But she wasn't looking. She was paying attention to the eggs. He'd risk it.

Danny stood quickly and hurried over to the counter to grab the toast. There was no knife, and the silverware drawer was on the other side of his mom standing at the stove. Dammit!

Danny moved quickly past his mother and got a knife out of the drawer. Unfortunately, when he turned to go back to his task, the head of his hard dick poked top of his mother's hip. Shit! He buttered toast frantically, while his mother turned with two plates in hand and took them to the table. He put the toast on a plate and hurried to get back in hiding, but his mother was looking right at him and his hard rod when he turned to do so. 

They both blushed, just a bit. "Pull up a chair and sit," she said. 

As they ate, Danny expected his dick to relax. Unfortunately for Danny, his mother's blouse pulled across her bust so that it was tugging slightly on the buttons. Her whole chest moved as one, jiggling just slightly, when she ate her food. He remained hard throughout the meal. When they finished, his mother said, "Bring your plate and I'll wash up."

Again, he had to stand and walk hoping she wouldn't turn again. Of course she did, and she smiled slightly this time. She turned back and rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. 

"Maybe you should go take care of your problem, Danny," she said, quietly. 

"Yeah," he said, sheepishly. "I guess so." Blushing deeply, he hurried from the room.

Emily finished putting the dishes in to wash with a smile on her face. He hadn't gotten that hard-on from dirty thoughts alone. She felt certain that her presence provided the impetus. Her presence and the memory of her as seen through a picture window had made her son hard. 

Danny had stopped just on the outside of the kitchen door. He leaned against the wall and slipped his hand down into his pajama pants and stroked his cock. It felt extra good to touch himself just now. She could come out of the kitchen and catch him quite easily. Or, his father could come in from outside through the front door rather than the door in the kitchen. He could be caught several different ways, but he didn't care. The proximity of his mother in the other room made his masturbation unimaginably better. 

Of course, when he came it was in a shot straight up on his wrist and overflowing onto his hand. He ran up the stairs holding his cock in one cum soaked hand and holding his pajama bottoms bunched up at his crotch with the other. 

#

Tillman Mosswell finished mowing the lawn and put the lawn mower away at about one o'clock feeling satisfied with the job he'd done. He always felt good after finishing a task. 

Elaine Porter drove past just then, arriving home from Cathy's house. He was going to walk over and talk to her, but Sherona emerged from the house jangling her car keys. "Let's go, bro," she said. "Liquor run."

"What? I can't go in, so why take me?" 

"Company. Come on." 

There wasn't much use arguing with Sherona. Even the weather had conspired against him because it wasn't hot enough to have made him sweat mowing the lawn. He didn't have the excuse of needing a shower. He got in the car with her feeling sour. 

"Your friends sure are a bunch of freaks," she said as she drove. "Sex maniacs, I guess."

"They're not freaks," he defended, though he was hard pressed to disagree. 

"Sure. All of them fucking their brothers and sisters. What do you think of that?" She glanced sidelong at him. "Or don't you think about it?"

"Different strokes, right? I didn't hear you complaining."

"I'm not. Just wondering, is all. At least they aren't marrying each other. Having kids and that shit."

"Yeah, at least."

They drove on in silence for a while and when she parked in the lot at the liquor store, Sherona said, "Well, I liked fucking you. It felt, I don't know, safe kinda. It was nice."

She opened her door and was getting out when Tillman said, "Yeah. I liked it, too." And then he sat looking nervously down at his knees while Sherona went in to buy liquor.

#

In an attempt to vary their activities somewhat, Emily and Robert decided to go out for dinner and a movie that night. Both of their kids said they planned to turn in early, so they left the house to find entertainment that didn't involve sex feeling that the home front was safe and sound. 

Once they were gone, Danny and Elaine bunched up some pillows under their bed clothes to look like sleeping bodies and hurried down the street. Sherona was already there, having told her parents she was going out with some old friends. She greeted Danny with a long, embarrassing kiss. The Burton contingent arrived all at once with their cousin Bill in tow. Introductions were made all around and they opened the first bottle of wine. Tillman arrived last since he had to feign going to bed and then sneak out of the house. 

"We've got an odd number tonight," Elaine said. "Danny and I thought maybe the ladies would like to have a contest to see who picks first."

"Don't we just kinda mingle?" Bill said. He was a tall boy who neither looked nor sounded like a rocket scientist, but he was well built and handsome so nobody cared. "I mean, at home we just sit around, like talking, and just let it happen."

"We're not looking for small talk," Cathy said in eye rolling annoyance. "We came to drink and fuck."

"Yeah, so let's flip a coin or something to pick the lucky lady," Elaine said.

"Too many rules," Sherona said. "Just sit down and spin the bottle. That's simple."

So the girls sat in a circle and spun one of the full wine bottles. Ginny, Cathy's skinny 20 year-old cousin, won the spin just like she won the contest at the last party. Ginny liked Tillman, so she snatched him up and took Danny as a spare. This left Carter, Bill, and Paul to be divvied up among the other girls. 

#

Dinner was wonderful, and Robert and Emily wondered aloud why they didn't do this more often. Though the price was high, the meal was well worth it. The movie they chose wasn't worth the price of admission. Bored with the plot half way through, they left the theater thinking they had a good selection of DVD's to look through if they really wanted to watch a movie. They wouldn't watch one, of course. If they went home now they would be fucking within half an hour of arriving. 

It was about eleven o'clock when they turned onto their street and drove slowly toward their home on the end of the loop. Emily turned as they passed the Tredweiler house. It had been empty for three months and still hadn't sold. Tonight, she saw a light on in the basement. 

"There's a light on at Tredweiler's old place," she said. "Should we call the police?"

"I'll go take a look," Robert said as he pulled into their driveway. "Probably some realtor left the light on, but we've got the loan on the place so I should make sure."

"I'll go with you."

It was a pleasant night for a walk, and they strolled slowly around the loop past the Peterson house and then the Burton and Adams' houses. When they got to the empty house at the end of the street, they slowed down and moved with the stealth of people afraid of waking a sleeping dog. 

The lights were on in a back, letting light through the windows of the corner room. Robert and Emily walked around to the back and then crouched down to see inside. What they saw in there made them freeze like statues. A group of youths, including their two darling children, was gathered down there having sex. 

"What the fuck?" Robert said, incredulous at the sight. "Who are all those . . . Damn kids. I'd better get down there and . . ." He stood and started walking to the back door but Emily grabbed his arm.

"No you don't," she hissed. "It'll embarrass them and us, Robert. We can talk to the kids when they come home."

"Talk to them with a ping pong paddle on their asses," he mumbled. 

"Shut up," Emily said. "Let's just go home and wait for them."

Instead of starting home, Emily returned to the window and knelt where she had a good view. Elaine was having sex with Carter Burton, and Danny was having his cock sucked by a skinny blonde while she was taking a big kid's dick from behind. Cathy and Tillman were together, as were Sherona and some kid they didn't know. As they watched, The unknown kid rolled off of Sherona and pulled the rubber from his penis. He hurried over to where Elaine lay on her back with Carter inside of her. The kid knelt over Elaine's face pumping his cock, and Carter hurried out of the way, removing his rubber so he could do the same thing. Both boys erupted with cum on their little girl's face, and she lay laughing and rubbing her pussy frantically. 

"Holy shit," Robert said. "What the fuck?"

Tillman hurried over next and released a flood of cum on her, and he was followed by the big stranger and then Danny. Danny knelt close and pumped a load right on his sister's face as his parents watched in shock.

"What the hell is she doing?" Robert asked. "It looks like she likes it."

"Well, maybe," Emily said. "You didn't seem to mind shooting all over ladies faces at the party." 

"Sure, but I was carried away by circumstances," he said. "And the ladies in question didn't mind at all."

"I like it myself, sometimes," She said. "I don't suppose we should condemn our daughter for her sexual preferences."

Robert looked at her in shock. Was she really saying that about their daughter? Emily was still looking into the basement while he was staring at her, so she alone saw Elaine take her brother's cock briefly into her mouth, laughing, before accepting a bottle of wine and a towel. 

"Drinking, too," Robert said. "Shit."

But Robert's cock had grown amazingly hard while he watched the group downstairs. It pressed eagerly against his slacks, and seemed to grow harder when his little girl finished wiping the cum from her face and then turned to kiss Cathy Burton. The big kid came over to her, saying something as he put a condom on. Once he was covered, Elaine pulled him down on top of her and slipped him inside. Robert felt his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the kid pull her legs up over his shoulders and slam himself down into her. Elaine's breasts shook with each impact and her eyes were wild with lust. Robert was afraid he might cum in his pants. 

Emily had a similar reaction watching her son's cock disappearing into the girl's mouth. When he jerked himself onto Elaine's face, her pussy went into overdrive. And, when she saw Elaine take her brother's cock into her mouth, she did indeed have a small orgasm just from the friction of her slacks in her crotch. 

"Let's go," she hissed to Robert. 

"What? Oh, yeah, I guess so." He stood slowly, almost painfully and the two of them hurried back to the sidewalk and retraced their route back home. They didn't speak as they walked, because their minds were too busy processing what they'd just seen. Processing, and enjoying.

CHAPTER FOUR, Judgment Day

Elaine walked home beside her brother feeling blissfully worn out by the evening's activities. She had tried every combination of entry points and partners that she could think of, and everyone had been kind enough to cater to her obsession for cum with every ejaculation. She'd used it like lotion, and swallowed it for nourishment and was actually quite full when they got home. 

Neither of them was terribly intoxicated since they'd paced themselves though the night. Cousin Bill nearly had to be carried out, but he was the only one. It seemed to be everyone's opinion that Cousin Bill was an idiot. Well hung, but an idiot.

Their house was dark and it appeared that their parents were still out, so they didn't try to be quiet entering through the kitchen. Still, they didn't turn on any lights and moved toward the stairs quietly. As they passed the living room, a light was snapped on.

"Come in here." It was their father's voice, 

They turned toward the living room and walked in together, both of them ready for the hammer to fall.

"Sit," Robert said. He and their mother were sitting in the arm chairs and he pointed at the couch. He started to say something, but stopped, scowling.

"We know that you're both adults," Emily said slowly. "And we know you have needs."

"But you shouldn't be taking care of those needs in a house where my bank holds the loan," Robert cut in. "What the hell are you thinking?" There, that was all he could trust himself to say. When he looked at his daughter, all he saw was her face coated in cum. 

"We're sorry," Elaine said. "We didn't think about the . . ."

"No, you didn't think. If you thought of anything you wouldn't be having an orgy at your age. You'd find someone nice," Emily said, though she supposed her words sounded rather hollow to them right now. 

"Oh, so shouldn't bother learning to play pinochle, huh?" Elaine retorted quickly, and was sorry she spoke just as quickly.

Emily felt as though she'd been struck in the stomach, and she was without words for a moment. When she could talk, all she could say was, "Get up to your room, young lady. Now!"

"Mom, I . . ."

"Now!" Emily repeated, standing to emphasize her words. 

Elaine complied with tears forming in her eyes. Danny stood. "Me, too, I suppose," he said. 

"You too," Emily said, and watched him walk out of the room. As he got to the stairs, she called out, "Danny. One more thing." She came to his side out of his father's hearing and said, "Don't you ever put your dick into your sister's mouth again. Got that? Don't put it in your sister's anything."

"Right," he said, and then he went up to his room. 

"What did you tell him?" Robert asked when she returned to the living room. 

"I reminded him that he was the older of the two and he should be watching out for his sister instead of exploiting her," Emily told him. "You didn't have much to say."

"I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't make me sound like a total hypocrite."

"Yeah, well I'm always the one to spell out the law. Now it's your business to enforce it. Come on, let's go to bed."

#

Tillman got a text message about fifteen minutes later. "Got busted. Keep your head down," was what it said. When Cathy received the same message a couple minutes later, she laughed. "This could get interesting," she told her brother. 

#

Robert Porter was dreaming. 

He was shackled to the wall of the empty house totally naked and with a very hard cock. As he lay helpless, his daughter came in naked as well. Her brother followed, also naked and also sporting a woody. They both stood in front of him and Elaine knelt to begin slowly stroking her brother's cock. "Hey, me too," he cried out. "I'm here, too." Elaine smiled at him, such a knowing smile. "Do you want me to, Daddy?" she asked. "Do you want me to taste your cum?" His mouth was so dry, throat so tight with emotion, that all he could do was nod his head vigorously in the affirmative. Still smiling, Elaine reached out and took his cock in her hand and began stroking him slowly. It felt wonderful. She said, "I always wanted to do this, Daddy." She took him into her mouth and lavished attention on him with her tongue. She brought her other hand over to stroke his balls while she sucked and pumped him. Behind her, Danny began jerking off without complaint at losing his sister's warm hand. Then Danny began to squirt. He pumped shot after shot into his sister's hair from behind, seeming to never stop. Robert came in his daughter's mouth and she pulled him out to continue stroking him until father and son had completely encased her head in cum between the two of them. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 11



PART ELEVEN: Life is Good

CHAPTER ONE, Porter Family Love

Emily Porter's nipples were substantial nubs of flesh placed just a bit above center in dark areolae of about three inches in diameter. They were a mother's nipples placed on a woman's full, sloping breasts. Elaine Porter's nipples were smaller things, delicate little points centered in small, pink areolae that weren't much darker than the freckles on her nicely formed but compact breasts. Her nipples contributed to the aura of innocence that surrounded her. Red hair, freckles, and dainty pink nipples weren't the common idea of lusty sexuality. 

Emily and Elaine looked remarkably similar from behind. Putting aside the hair color and freckles, the shape of their backs were identical, and their butts were each nicely rounded pads of muscle that gave their spines a perfect conclusion. The shape of their legs and ankles was the same, too. A remarkable feat of genetics. Emily was a more filled out version of Elaine, a view of things to come. 

These were things that Robert Porter came to see after he started sleeping with his daughter. He loved both the differences and similarities between them. He loved their differing taste and smell. His wife had the earthier aroma and was more mature and experienced in her taste. His daughter's scent seemed lighter, less apparent, he supposed, and her taste was nothing more than a hint of womanly flesh. Both smelled wonderful, and, when he lowered his mouth to taste their sweet nectar he was in heaven with both. 

After sex, the inner lips of Emily's pussy would be distended for several minutes, hanging fluttered out of her sex like the petals of an orchid while Elaine's stayed tight and ready for more. Elaine's pussy stayed tight, a wet, pink group of muscles taut within the swollen mound of her outer labia. 

Danny noticed that about his mother immediately after sex. He liked to lay with his head on her thigh watching his semen running out of his mother's pussy and trace his finger along those extended lips. That was his cum in his mother's body. His fingers touching her most private parts. This was heaven.

Danny also noticed how his mother's pussy grabbed a man's cock and she held him with rhythmic contractions, the movement of her hips, and a woman's unbridled joy in the act itself. Sex with his mother was a wild ride of mutual pleasure and need where Elaine was more passive in coupling.

The Porter men were of the type that was called in the vernacular "nicely hung." Both had straight, circumcised penises that seemed to almost disappear when cold but hung full and heavy when heated. Robert Porter's cock was about six and seven eighths inches in length when ready for action. Danny stood at seven and a quarter, give or take, when hard. Robert's hard cock sported a pattern of veins that stood out in relief on the shaft. Danny's made no such display. Both of the Porter men produced large amounts of semen during ejaculation, a fact in which Elaine was very interested. 

Elaine took note of those differences once she had the opportunity for close inspection of her father's cock. She noted how the skin of her father's penis was darker and tasted different in a way. She hadn't compared them side by side, but she felt that he tasted more substantial than Danny. His semen seemed slightly bitter compared to that of his son. Whether attributed to age or coffee consumption, Elaine wasn't sure, but the taste was only a difference, not a preference. 

Emily most enjoyed the feeling of a man's semen erupting inside of her, hot and urgent. She had no problem with her husband (or some other man) cumming on her belly or her breasts. Even her face, if she had warning. The dirty aspect of that act turned her on when she was in that mood. Mostly, however, she preferred a man to cum inside of her and then to lay feeling a portion of his semen dribbling back out, and she was pleased to learn that her son held that same preference. He saw no point in leaving a warm vagina and cumming by his own hand unless requested to do so. 

Elaine found the whole cum inside business to be great, but the feeling of semen hitting on the skin of her face or chest was heavenly. Elaine Porter dearly loved cum. She loved to rub it into her skin and to taste it. She wanted to bathe in it. Fortunately, her father was of an age where he loved the dirty, visceral thrill of watching his semen rush out to hit his daughter's skin. Their dirty pleasures made them a perfect match.

Emily Porter had never had a lesbian experience until mid May of this year. Since that time, she's had sex multiple times with eight women, and felt ready at any moment to have more. After fighting against the word, she has now officially classified herself as "bi." Elaine didn't feel that she was anything other than heterosexual. The fact that she had gone down on her friend, Cathy, Cathy's cousin, Ginny, and their neighbor, Sherona didn't count. 

The Porter women didn't express their love for each other sexually any more than the Porter men did, though that inclination was there in them. They were wary of such contact to begin with, and instinctively wanted to wait. Soon, perhaps, but not now.  

At the start, the sleeping arrangements remained the same as before. After a couple days, that changed and Danny slept every night with his mother while his father slept with Elaine. One of the first things the younger Porters learned about the elder generation was that they snored. Neither was terribly obtrusive, neither woke them up, but the sound was there to remind them of their presence in the bed. Elaine found that comforting. Danny thought his mother's snoring was cute.

Those were just the sexual aspects of their new life. The closeness they achieved physically brought them closer in heart and mind as well. They could communicate better than ever and argued less often once they made the family bond complete. 

But that didn't turn them into the Burtons. For the Burtons, family love was like an Olympic event. They gathered in a group to play group games and share each other indiscriminately. The Porters didn't see sex as a spectator sport. Not that they never allowed some frisky play, it was just that they were never a family for public display and there was no reason to start now. 

That was the Porter family's type of love. That was their new existence.

#

Elaine lay beneath her father and watched his face as he thrust himself deep into her. There was a look of complete concentration on his face, and she wondered if hers was the same during sex. She'd love to have a video of them together so she could watch herself. A video for the collection. 

She supposed that was how the Burton's got started recording their events. Everyone would like to see themselves cum. 

Robert picked up the pace, saying, "Is this good, baby? Will you cum for me? Cum for Papa?" He slipped his arms beneath his daughter's legs and lifted them to his shoulders, changing the angle of his cock within her and hitting more on the roof of her cunt. "You've got such a tight, hot little pussy, baby. My little girl."

"God, Dad. Fuck me. Just like that. Slam that big dick into my cunt, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard, Daddy!" His change of angle made her shiver with her approaching climax, and she could almost feel his hot cum on her face. "Squirt on me, Daddy," she said. "Cum on your little girl. Your little cock whore girl."

"What are you, honey? What are you?" Panting, slamming himself into her and watching her breasts quiver below him. 

"I'm a cock whore," she panted, riding a series of little orgasms that seemed connected to their words. "I'm Daddy's little cock whore. I'm Daddy's cum sucking, cock sucking daughter! I love my daddy's cum. I want my father's cum on me! I need my father's hot cum coating my horny cock sucking face."

"I will, baby. Daddy is going to paint your face."

"Oh, yes, do it! Coat your little cunt daughter with cum! I want to see you squirt!"

Robert didn't want to stop fucking her tight cunt this time, but his daughter wanted to see him cum. She wanted to touch and taste his release, and he wanted to show off for her. He loved the look on her face when she watched him pump his own cock and waited hungrily for his semen to come shooting out onto her. 

He pulled himself out of her, dropping her legs to the bed as her hands moved to insert her fingers in his place. He threw one foot up on the bed beside her head, still kneeling between her legs with the other knee, and took himself in hand over her chest. And then he watched his daughter's lovely smile become a gasping cry of orgasm when his semen struck her cheek. 

He painted her forehead. He shot her in the mouth. She took him in to suck the rest away when he felt he'd emptied himself upon her. It was a great way to start a Saturday morning.

Robert lay beside his daughter and watched her push cum across her cheek and into her mouth to swallow it with a lusty smile. He watched her smear it around on her forehead like a beauty mask. He marveled at the vast array of human desires and how they manifested themselves even in one family. 

Elaine's obsession with cum was not something he had expected of her. Still, how well does a parent know their children until they've taken them to bed?

"I read that an average shot of semen is about fifteen calories," Elaine told him as she scooped the last drop of cum from her cheek and swallowed it. "Six milligrams of protein, or so."

"Won't make you fat, anyway," her father ventured. 

"Nope." She patted the layer of jism on her forehead, feeling it dry to a crust. "Am I warped, Dad? I mean, playing with your cum like this?"

"No. A little different, maybe. You should watch out for getting so hooked on money shots that you can't cum any other way."

"Money shots." Elaine laughed. "I like that. Maybe that should be my nick name."

"I'd rather it weren't, honey," Robert said. "I mean, it's not really fit for public and you know how nicknames tend to get out."

"Well I sure like that phrase." she said. "I had a cool dream once. You and Danny were standing on either side of me jerking off. You both came at the same time and coated my face. God, I woke up cumming." She looked at her father, smiling at the memory. "Is that weird? I mean, am I weird?"

"No," he said. "People dream all kinds of weird shit."

"Yeah, I guess so. I wonder how many men it takes to totally cover a girl in cum. Probably a lot, huh?" She got off of the bed and reached for him. "Come on. Let's take a shower and then see what Mom and Danny are up to."

Robert followed his daughter into the bathroom knowing that his shower would be nearly as pleasant as their time in bed had been. 

#

At that same time, Danny was about half-way into his mother's ass. 

"That's right, take it slow," she told him. She was kneeling with her face against the pillow and her butt up in the air. Under her direction, Danny had greased her and prepared her with his fingers before entering her with his cock. Now, she was instructing him on technique. "Asses aren't the same as pussies, dear. They can tear if you get too rough. You'll hurt your partner. So you take it easy until you are as far in as you can go."

"How far?" he asked. 

"Maybe all the way, maybe less. You won't know until she tells you." Emily sighed then, gritting her teeth a little bit. "It hurts, you know. But it also feels good. There, that feels like . . ." And she felt her little boy's belly press against her buttocks. "Oh, you did get all the way in. Holy cow."

"And keep taking it easy?"

"Yes. In and out slow and easy," she said, enjoying her son's motion behind her. "If she wants it hard and fast, she'll tell you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"So, now I'm telling you. Do me hard and fast, Danny. Fuck my ass hard like a good boy!" Emily pushed back against her son's rapid motion, increasing the force with which his cock rocked in and out of her anus. "Don't forget the reach-around," she called between gritted teeth. And when her son's fingers made contact with her clit, she came as hard and fast as he was fucking her. 

"Oh, God, fuck my ass! Fuck Mama's ass, Danny! Fuck me hard!"

"You like that?" Danny asked, gasping. "You like your little boy's cock way up inside your ass? Like me fucking your hot butt? I'm going to fill your butt, Mom. I'm going to fill you with cum!"

"I'm going to cum again." She turned her head to kiss him, capturing his tongue briefly in her mouth. "Rub my pussy, baby. Rub Mama's clit and fuck her fat ass! I want your hot cum up in my butt, Baby. Do it, baby! Fuck your mama!"

"I'm doing it, Mom! I'm going to fill you! But not yet! I haven't fucked my mother's ass long enough yet." The shear thrill of having his cock buried in his mother's asshole was great. Looking down, he could see her anus puckering in and pulling out on each stroke. He was fucking his own mother in the ass!

"Jesus, Danny, I'm cumming! Your Mama is cumming for her baby boy!"

Her ass tightened up on Danny's cock as she came, trying to milk him, but it was too early. He wasn't ready to cum yet.

So they turned themselves, and Danny was surprised to find that his mother could move from under him to the top without removing his dick from her asshole. On top, and then around to face him with his dick still inside. And now she was fucking him with her butt. Fucking him and holding her pussy open while she diddled her clit. She humped up and down on his stiff rod and he looked inside her pussy, watching when the muscles contracted on her orgasm even as he felt her anus tighten on his dick once again. 

This time, Danny came in a wonderful burst that filled her backside and lubricated his exit to lay panting on the bed beside her. 

"And that's anal sex," she said, kissing his nose. "Of course now, we've both got to clean up. It might be fun, but it's not a smell you'd like to carry with you."

#

Robert went out to mow the lawn right after breakfast. He felt like doing some physical exercise, working up a sweat, and mowing was a pleasant enough occupation. Besides, Emily had been looking at him rather seductively at breakfast, and he wanted time to fully recharge himself before taking advantage of her obvious offer. He hadn't had sex with his wife in two weeks, and it was about time to get down to it. 

Danny and Elaine were in the living room looking at movie listings on the computer in the corner. There was nothing in town that suited their fancy. Danny typed something into the address panel and clicked go before Elaine could see what it was. 

"Here's something I found last week," he said. "And there are a whole bunch of sites like this."

He'd taken them to a "family love" site, and Elaine leaned in closer for a better look after reading the headline on the page. 

"Wow, and these people just put it right on line?"

"They're European," Danny said. "Laws aren't the same there."

"Our parents are way better looking than these here."

Danny had to agree. But it wasn't the parents looks that had drawn him to the site, it was the feeling of their family being more normal than he had thought. 

"Are they really a family?" Elaine nudged her brother over on the secretary chair so that they were sitting on half each. "They do look like they're related."

"Yeah, but I don't think these are all families," Danny said, scrolling down the screen. "There, that old bald guy is on other sites. The girl he's with was, too. I think she gets a lot of work cause her tits are so small. Makes her look younger."

"And because she's got freckles," Elaine pointed out. 

"Freckles do make a woman look younger," their mother said as she walked up behind them. "What are you looking at?" Leaning in, she read to screen, "Oh, doing research?"

"Yeah, well, maybe," Danny said. He was a bit embarrassed with his mom looking at the site with him. If it was a normal porn site, with eighteen year-olds screwing everywhere, it wouldn't have been so bad. "Just curious."

"That's understandable," Emily said. "The trouble is that you can't really be sure they are real families. And that sounds like a foreign language. Russian? So, you can't tell anything by listening, either."

"Yeah. I guess we'll have to start our own site," Elaine teased. 

"Don't even joke about that, little girl," her mother said quickly. "We'd be running the page from jail."

"No, Mom," Danny cut in. "Incest isn't illegal in this state if you're all adults."

"Really? Boy, you really did your research, didn't you? Still, the internet crosses state lines, so cross that off your career list." Emily leaned closer, studying the site. "Look around. If you find a site that looks legitimate, we'll sign up. It might be interesting."

Emily left the children to their research and went to the front door to check the progress on the lawn. She didn't hear the mower, and the front certainly looked finished. Maybe he was out back. 

When she got to the kitchen, Robert was just coming through the door. "Okay, that's done," he said, smiling. 

"I've got some other chores for you upstairs," she said, tracing the tip of one finger over his cheek. "Might be too much work for you, but I'd sure like some help." And then she dropped her hand to stroke up over the front of his jeans. "Come on up, mister."

Emily walked away, pausing at the door to give her butt just a little shake, before disappearing around the corner. Robert got himself a small glass of water and drank it down quickly before following. 

The kids watched their mother's languid movement up the stairs, followed by their father's much faster ascent, and smiled. 

#

They began in the shower, the hot water flooding over their bodies as they embraced and caressed each other's eager bodies. It was only a standard tub and sliding door arrangement, making the quarters tight. but there was room for them to make contact by mouth and fingers and hand, and plenty of room for his hard rod to find his wife's willing pussy for a brief hello. They dried each other with thick towels, standing with one leg up on the vanity to allow complete drying, licking, and sucking of their delicate parts. Laughing like kids, Robert and Emily bounded into the bedroom and up on the bed, bouncing. 

Robert's lips found his wife's inner thigh and kissed along its rounded beauty. His fingers found the hair gracing her pubic mound and explored that crinkly, curly landscape before his lips had found the home below. Emily reached to dig her fingernails into his hair, scratching his scalp, enticing him further. He moved faster to the promised land between her thighs and used his tongue as a broad brush painting up and up again over her liquid labia. 

Emily sighed, raising her knees and poking her toes in against his shoulders. Robert brought his hand up to slip two fingers into her as his other hand spread the lips away from the hooded clitoris and he gave it the attention of his flickering tongue, his sucking lips. Emily took one breath in on a tiny little hitch, and then another gasping moan of a breath before letting it out as a high squeal of delight. And Robert used three fingers, knowing she was approaching a big one. Emily kicked her heels down on his back again and again as her climax overtook her. 

She pulled him up, demanding his lips with hers as she reached for his hard cock below. "Fuck me," she hissed. "Fuck me till I cum again. Now." She pulled him in between her wide spread legs, bringing him to the hot hole where he drove his shaft home. A guttural moan, a keening sigh, and she came twice in rapid succession, the second leaving her shaking like a victim of electrocution. "Out," she said. "Can't right now. Give me a break." Panting, blinking her sight back. "Come here and let me suck it."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 11



Robert moved to kneel by his wife's head, his cock bouncing just above her mouth. She circled the purple head with her tongue and drew the shaft into her warm mouth. She sucked and licked his scrotum and nibbled at his glans, all the while smiling and looking into her husband's eyes. 

Robert saw the door standing open as he knelt above his wife. He saw the two young hedonists crouched at the crack of the door, smiling, nearly drooling. The audience made him harder, and he pulled at Emily's head to thrust himself between her lips. 

Danny and Elaine had waited until they heard the bed squeak before tip-toeing upstairs to watch. It was still a dirty thrill, even if there was no fear of discovery. And their parents were still damn hot. Danny knelt low, opening his pants and bring himself out to play, while Elaine crouched above him with one hand in her pants and the other stroking her brother's back. When her father moved up to kneel beside her mother's head, she felt a giddy excitement that he was going to paint her mom's face with his hot cum. 

Robert was thinking now, planning for the best show, and he pulled his cock free so that he could kiss his wife's loving lips. He kissed down over her breasts to her cunt again. This time, he started with three fingers, and, when she proved wet enough, went to four and then added the thumb. "Hungh!" Emily said, her breath coming faster. "Yeah, oh, fist me! Jesus, put your arm in me Robert!" Robert slipped his hand in up to the wrist and pumped in her hot snatch until she began to cry out her pleasure. "Oh, I'm cumming so hard! So fucking damn hard."

Robert lifted against his wife's butt, rolling her toward the door just enough for the audience to get a better look. The pair at the door nearly fell over in their attempt to see more. 

"Robert, Rob, Robert, c, can I have Danny, t, too? Please? In my ass and you pumping your fist in me. Oh, shit, I want to cum with both my men in me."

"You can have whatever you like," he said, kissing her navel and licking the skin of her belly. "Danny! Stop peeking and get in here," he called. 

The kids did fall over this time, tumbling through the door as Danny scrambled to answer the call and his sister lost her balance without him. 

"Oh, a show is it?" Emily regarded them through hooded eyes, panting, licking her lips. "Danny, would you be a good boy and grease up your cock real good so you can slam it up my ass?"

"Do as your mother says," Robert told his son, who was already out of his clothing. Then he said to Elaine, "You might as well get comfortable. I would guess we'll be coming for you next."

Elaine hurried out of her clothing and sat on the chair by the bed. She watched her brother applying lubricating oil to his hard cock before pushing his mother over about three quarters on her belly with Robert's hand still inside and pulling up on the cheek of her butt. Elaine stared at the puckered hole being forced open by Danny's cock, finally letting him through in a rush. She watched him pushing himself all the way into their mother's ass and pumping hard and fast. Her own asshole twinged a bit at the sight. Her mouth watered.

Robert moved his hand only slightly in his wife's cunt. The mere presence of his hand inside was enough. His tongue on her clit and Danny's strong cock would do the rest. It was interesting to feel Danny's cock sliding in and out along the side of his hand. He hadn't been part of a three way at the party, and so didn't experience double penetration. This might be as good a time as any.

"Fuck Mama's ass, honey!" Emily cried. "Do Mama right along with your father! Be a good son and help Daddy fuck your Mama good and hard! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes!"

A series of low grunting growls emerged from Emily's mouth and built into a cry of pure pleasure. There was no need for silence any more. "Oh, yes! Oh, do, do, do me!" And her eyes rolled back in her head, showing the whites as her breath caught in her chest and she froze shivering slightly impaled on her son's eager cock and her husband's practiced hand. "Oh yes, yes, yes." And then gritting her teeth, gasping. "Now, out, out, out." Which was Robert's cue to straighten his fingers and pull his hand out. Danny took his cue, too, and pulled out to let his mother lie smiling and quivering and gathering her breath. Remembering his mother's advice, he left the bed to wash himself. 

Elaine marveled at how both her mother's cunt and ass were gaping, still stretched from their recent use. It was so cool. But cooler still when her mother said, "Elaine, could you climb up and fuck your father?"

She didn't need a second invitation, but climbed up on the bed beside her mother as her father began to get up to make room. 

"No," Emily said. "You just stay put, Robert. Rest. Let Elaine get on top."

Robert lay down again, stretched out on his back beside his wife. Elaine clambered on top of him, straddling his hips and grasping his cock. Emily watched as her daughter's labia moved around the head of her father's cock, and the magnificent tool disappeared up inside her lovely daughter's body. When Elaine began slowly moving up and down on her father's shaft, Emily called for Danny.

"Son, why don't you get up there and give your sister something to play with while she's fucking Daddy?" Emily felt her pussy twinging as she watched her son sit beside his father with his cock standing hard and proud from between his legs. Her heart beat faster when Elaine grasped it and leaned to take it into her mouth while humping atop her father. 

Emily felt her heart beating as though it might burst. These were the three people she loved most in the world. She was so proud of them. So proud, and so much in love.

Elaine moved one hand away from Danny and down to her clit, starting to rub herself to orgasm, but her mother stopped her. Emily crossed over Robert's ankles and crouched behind her daughter on the bed, slipping her hand down over Elaine's moving belly and to the wet entrance of her sex. 

Elaine reveled in the feeling of her mother's breasts pressed against her back, moving as she moved. And her mother's fingers found her clit and rubbed her in the perfect tempo to match her movements on her father's cock. The smell of her mother's breath, warm and mint scented, and the heat of her body combined with the sensation of her father's cock sliding in and out of her cunt and the taste and texture of her brother's cock in her mouth took her over the edge into a shattering orgasm that tightened her grip of both her pussy and pumping hand. Danny and Robert both began to pant, their lips drawn back as if crying out. 

"No." Emily pulled Elaine back and kissed her daughter's cheek as she stopped her movement on her father. "I think there's something you wanted your brother and your father to do," she whispered in her ear. "A dream of some kind?"

The mention of the dream was all that was necessary. The two men moved back and Elaine rolled to her back on the bed. "Yes," she whispered, her loins quivering in anticipation. "There is."

With her father and brother kneeling on either side of her head, and her mother crouching between her legs, she lay smiling. She took both cocks in her hands and brought them both to her mouth and licked both swollen heads. Pressing father and son together in her mouth, rubbing them in her kiss, she stroked their iron hard shafts and listened to them moan. 

Danny and Robert were both taken aback at first when she pressed the glans of their cocks together, but that didn't last. The soft pad of the other man's cock head and the lapping and sucking of Elaine's mouth was wonderful. Too wonderful. 

Emily slipped two fingers inside of Elaine's warm tunnel, fucking her slowly with them, watching her legs writhe and her heels slide over the sheets. She watched her daughter respond and enjoyed the wet heat of her body on her hand. She was tempted, but she did not lower her lips to Elaine's pussy. This was for her daughter's fantasy, not her own. She did, however, lower her pussy to rub against Elaine's foot and up so that her daughter's big toe scratched over her anus and her clit rubbed against her instep. 

"Oh, hell," Robert said. "I'm going to blow soon."

Elaine removed his cock from her mouth and sucked harder on Danny while still holding and stroking her father's cock slowly. Finally, Danny said, "Oh, God, me too."

"Do it," Elaine said, releasing both men's dicks. "Pump it! Squirt on me. Coat me. Oh, God, Daddy, come on my face! Oh, Dad - eeeee!"

Danny and Robert rose up on their knees and began stroking themselves, pointing their cocks at her face like guns about to go off. And then they did go off. 

Danny came first, beating his father by a split second. Both men sprayed their reservoir of semen onto the freckled face of the eighteen year-old girl below them as she gasped and cried out in orgasm against her mother's hand. 

Elaine was mesmerized by the sight of those two beautiful cocks caught in the pumping fists of her brother and father. And the sight of them being angled down at her and spewing forth their creamy love was almost as wonderful as the liquid warmth that hit her face and covered her left eye.

"Oh, oh, Daddy," Elaine sighed. "Mom. Danny. You guys are too good."

The family fell into contented slumber together right there and dreamed of impossible bliss.

CHAPTER TWO, The Goodbye Party

Sherona Mosswell was an imposing beauty, possessing fine large breasts and a wonderfully curved, welcoming body. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent, her smile infectious, and her love was enough for any two women. Sherona's family lived two doors down from the Porters, and, though the 24 year-old didn't live there any more, she was staying for an extended period while she waited for her ex husband to get used to the idea that he was divorced. It was on that stay that she found Danny Porter.

They weren't in love, but they both loved sex, and that was enough to bind them. Since Sherona was without a permanent companion to provide the amount of physical action she was used to having, and since Danny had no girl friend aside from his sister, it was only logical that they get together and take care of their mutual needs. Their togetherness had been a nightly thing before Danny became one of his mother's lovers. After that, their couplings were sporadic events. That, and the fact that her little vacation would be up soon, convinced Sherona that it was time to go back home. 

Her upcoming departure convinced the friends she'd made since arriving to stay with her parents that it was time for a party.

"Mom, you said we should have the party here," Elaine said as she followed her mother down the stairs to the living room. "If we can't sneak into the Tredweiler house, where else can we go?"

Emily was hard pressed to find an answer to her daughter's questions. She had, indeed, said that they should have all future parties in their basement. She and Robert had explicitly denied them use of the empty Tredweiler house at the end of the street. And Emily was loath to force them to spend good money on a motel room, as they were sure to do, if denied the use of the Porter basement. 

"How many of their parents know what they're doing at the party? Or, for that matter, how many even know when there is a party?"

"Well, the Burton's know, and I'm sure their cousins told their folks, too. I don't know about the Mosswells. That's it, though. And I suppose we'll have to invite Cathy's stupid cousin, Bill, but he's a Burton so I'm sure his mom knows. He's kind of a dope, but, well . . . you know."

"Yes, I suppose I do," Emily said. "Why don't the Mosswells know about the parties?"

"God, Mom, it's all brothers and sisters. You know. I mean, Tillman and Sherona don't do anything with each other except at the parties. That's the only time they fuck each other so far as I know."

Emily was torn on the point of the Mosswells. Tania and Robert Mosswell were friends, and it didn't seem fair to be aiding and abetting the delinquency of their children. On the other hand, the kids going to the party weren't children. They were all adults, and it was their business to decide who knew about their activities and who didn't. 

"Okay," she said at last. "You can have a party. Of course you know you'll have to do some hardcore cleaning down there first."

"Yeah, clean up Dad's cum," Elaine teased. 

"Elaine." Emily's voice took a warning tone. "You either want the party or you want to be a smart ass. It's your choice."

"Okay. I'll clean it up so good you could fuck on any open surface," Elaine said. Then she kissed her mother's cheek, saying, "Thanks, Mom. I love you."

#

"Man, you really polished up the old basement, didn't you?" Danny said, later. "Sanitized, I'd say."

"Good." Elaine was dog tired after working all evening after work to clean up their old play room. "I want it to be perfect. Not so much for the party, but so Mom can't use a dirty basement as an excuse to shut down future parties."

"Well, it looks damn nice. So, are you going to send out formal invites?"

"No, I . . . Hey, that's not a bad idea. Be kind of funny, wouldn't it? Thanks for the idea, Danny." Feeling suddenly rejuvenated, Emily rushed off to use the computer in her room to design an invitation to an orgy.

#

Dear ______________

You are hereby invited to the third party official Friday Night Youth Party held in honor of the departure of Sherona Mosswell. The event will take place at the Porter residence beginning at seven p.m. Friday. 

Food and beverages will be provided. 

Bring your own toys and lubricants. Most of all, bring your most useful body parts. 

Remember, you must bring a date who is just as horny and ready for what cums as you are. The more the merrier. 

A good time will be had by all.

Thank You, Elaine Porter.

#

"What's this, Honey?" Kent Burton was holding the invitation that Elaine had hand delivered to his daughter and son, Cathy and Carter. 

"Invite to a party," his daughter answered. The Burton kids liked a secret as well as any one else, so they hadn't exactly told her parents about the last two parties. It looked as though the cat was out of the bag now. "Because Tillman Mosswell's sister is going back home."

"I guess what I don't understand is the type of party it is," he said, reading the invite. "The official Friday Night Youth Party at the Porters?

"Yeah, well, it's a pretty funny invitation," Cathy shrugged. What was her father going to say? It's all right to have an orgy with your family but not with your friends? "Should be a good party."

"It's the third party? If I understand this, the party is a sex party, right?"

"Sure, Dad."

"The third one?"

"Yes, Dad."

"When were the first two?"

"Well, the same night you guys went out fucking with the Petersons. You know, kinda like it was the kids table at Christmas. Then a couple weeks later."

"You didn't see fit to tell us? For that matter, the Porters didn't tell us?"

"Oh, Dad, the Porters didn't know about it till after the second one. We had them in the empty house at the end of the their street. That's why we're having this one at their house. They don't want us trespassing or going out to some motel."

Kent couldn't fault their logic. And he didn't have a leg to stand on to stop her going. If he was going to live a life filled with random sex with slight acquaintances, then he couldn't tell her to live differently. 

"Well," he said. "Be sure everybody is disease free, okay? I don't want my little princess getting HIV or the clap."

"Don't worry, Daddy. We're all clean." She hugged her father and gave him a full, womanly kiss on the lips. Then, with a sly little pat cupping her father's crotch, she took her invitation up the stairs to her room. 

Kent knew Cathy had been having sex for awhile, but he didn't really approve of some group thing with strangers. She was safe with family, but he wasn't sure she was mature enough to wander so far. Still, the Porters were solid people who could be trusted. From what he'd heard from Cathy, they were their kind of people. Besides, there was no point trying to be a hard task master now. 

"Don't be a dope," he told himself. "You're just jealous."

The Burton who had trouble with the party was Kent's sister, Doris. The busty blonde heard about the party when Cathy dropped the invitation off at the house for Bill. Doris couldn't leave it alone, and, though it remained unopened for at least fifteen minutes, she had to see what he was being invited to do. 

A party? Some kind of sex party? Her little Bill?

Her little Bill was six-four, with a very manly physique and a cock measuring just over seven inches. He wasn't really little except in a mother's estimation. A jealous mother's estimation. 

"Who are these Potters?" she asked Kent on the phone. 

"Porter," he said, tired of the conversation already. If she wasn't good so good in bed, he might be sorry she was his sister. 

"Sure, Porter. Who are they?"

"Good people," he declared. "Trustworthy. You don't have to worry the kids getting drunk with them supervising."

"I'm to let Bill go hang out with strangers? Well, not exactly hang out. God, Kent, what are you thinking letting your kids go to some party like that?"

"I'm thinking that the Porters are friends of Cathy's and they've never been anything but the best examples for her. Cool your jets, Doris. He'll be fine."

That didn't satisfy Doris, but she knew enough to let it go for now. And, when she asked Bill about the Porters, he laughed and said, "Hell Mom, they're just like us. The girl is a real cum freak, and her brother likes to supply her with it. No problem."

"But you can't be too careful, Bill. I mean, these kids aren't family."

"It's only a party, Mom. The Dad's a banker, for crying out loud."

"It says on the invitation that you're supposed to bring a date," Doris said. "Who are you bringing?"

"I'm not going to bring anyone. I liked being the spare cock last time," he said, grinning.

"Well, I could be your date," she suggested. "Then I'll be sure everything is all right."

"Jeeze, Mom," Bill said, laughing. "Get real."

Of course Doris fretted about the party. It was her baby boy going off at the mercy of strangers. 

Her husband had been killed in a traffic accident two years earlier, and she literally sought solace in the bosom of her family. When Bill turned 18, she sought her comfort a bit closer to home. Since his mother was hot in a sloppy sort of way, Bill didn't mind the arrangement at all until he came to see just how closely she wanted to hold him. It seemed odd that a woman who liked to be tied down and spanked could be so controlling outside the bedroom. 

Oh, well, she'd get used to it. Or not. 

#

"I just had a strange call," Robert said, walking into Emily's office in what doubled as a guest room when necessary. "Kent Burton's sister, I assume. She wanted to be sure that we would be monitoring the party so that her boy doesn't come to mischief." 

"Mischief?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what she said. Come to mischief." Robert laughed, leaning back on the loveseat across from her desk. "Sounded like a real squirrel."

"What did you tell her?"

"I said we'd keep a close eye on all of them. As I understand it, he's got four cousins to look out for him at the party, too."

"Probably better call Kent and ask about Doris," Emily suggested. "I mean, well, with the nature of the party they're throwing, we should make sure she won't cause a fuss."

"I doubt she'll do that. Her son is an adult." But, when Robert thought about it, he came to see that she might be right. "Well, I guess it can't hurt to call," he said. 

#

"Doris is a needy woman," Kent told Robert on the phone. "I think she'd chain that boy to the wall if she could."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 11



"Is that a problem? I mean, for the kids and their party." 

Robert hadn't really wanted to talk to Kent about the event. He knew Cathy well enough to know she would tell her parents about Danny and Elaine, and, by extension, all four of them. He was afraid the man might want to talk about their lifestyle. Compare notes, or something. He wasn't sure how it might come up, but he just didn't want to have that discussion with him. 

Kent chuckled. "They might end up with a thirty-six year-old party crasher."

"She'd embarrass her son like that?" 

"Not intentionally, I don't suppose. Say, if she does show up, I know exactly what you should do," Kent said, laughing outright now. "You should throw a bag over her head and tie her up butt naked."

"What?" Robert wasn't sure that was really good advice. 

"I'm not shitting you. She'll scream bloody murder, of course, but I promise she'll enjoy it in the end."

"Sure, right," Robert scoffed. "Then what? Lock her in a closet?"

"Do whatever you want with her. Spank her. Fuck the hell out of her. Whatever you do she'll like. She likes that sort of shit."

"I'll take that under advisement," Robert said, skeptically. 

"Give me a call. I'll come over and take care of her." Kent Burton hung up the phone still laughing. 

#

Friday. Five-thirty p.m..

Tillman stepped out of the shower and nearly collided with his naked sister waiting outside the curtain. 

"Damn, you're sneaky," he said, shivering slightly in the cool air. 

"You getting all clean for my going away party?" she asked him, reaching for his cock swaying between his legs. "Going to give me some of that Mosswell meat?"

"Shit, Sherona, that's no question to ask your brother," he said, grinning. "Maybe I'm going to clean up my act and not fuck my sister this time. Ever think of that?"

"Won't happen," she said, licking her lip. "I won't let that happen."

"I won't either," Tillman admitted. He leaned close and kissed his sister on the lips for the first time outside one of the parties. Their tongues slipped over each other for a moment, their hot breath mingling. "But if I'm going to fuck my sister tonight, she should probably let go of my dick right now."

"What's the matter? You afraid you can't get it up again?"

"No, just how many times I can get it up. Gotta give Elaine Porter at least three good shots, don't I?"

"You don't want to cum in me?" Sherona asked. 

"Cum in a rubber, you mean," he said, laughing. "Get yourself on the pill, girl. I'll cum in you day and night if you do that. Hell, Elaine's even on the pill now."

"Okay, stud," Sherona said. She moved her hands around to grasp his muscular buttocks and squeeze them. "Maybe you'll give me a little tongue action in the meantime. You know, so I know you still love me."

"That, I can do," he said.

Sherona sat up on the vanity and leaned back against the mirror, her pussy just at the edge of the marble shelf. Tillman watched her open herself for him, studying her like an anatomy lesson. They hadn't done anything like this since the party, but he'd been thinking about it. And, now that Danny seemed to have lost interest in her, Tillman could see that she'd been thinking about it too. Tillman just couldn't get the taste of his sister's pussy out of his mind, and soon it would be nearly two hundred miles out of reach. 

"Come on, Till," Sherona said. "Eat me, honey. I'm dying for that tongue!"

He lowered himself to her, lapping his tongue over her clitoral hood as she grasped the back of his head and rested her feet on his shoulders. She thrust herself up against his mouth, groaning, gasping for breath. And Till man sucked her clit hard between two teeth as he slipped two fingers inside of his sister's body. His cock was hard as a rock now, wanting in on the action. 

Sherona had been listening to him shower and masturbating before deciding to sneak in and see what she could get out of her little brother. She was wet. She was primed. Her clit went into overdrive barely five minutes after Tillman began to suck the succulent nectar from her cunt. She kicked his back. She dug her fingernails into his scalp. She screamed in pleasure. 

Tillman was only glad that they were in the basement bathroom where their parents wouldn't hear them. He could imagine the scene if they were caught. That thought made him even harder. He had to cum now. Had too. But he was going to buy rubbers before the party. He was out of them now. Oh, well, he'd fuck her anyway.

Sherona's mouth hung open in sexual bliss, and her eyes wore the glazed look of someone well satisfied. This was just too good. They should have been doing it all along. And then Tillman lifted his face and kissed her again, his tongue bringing her own taste to her mouth as his hands found her breasts and mauled them. 

Tillman pulled Sherona down from the vanity and held her to him. When she began to kneel before him, he pulled her back up and turned her against the vanity. "I'm going to fuck your ass, girl," he said. "Gonna fill your ass with cum."

"Oh, God, yeah. Do me, brother. Do my ass!"

Her fingers found her pussy and brought her juices out to lubricate her clit. She rubbed herself. Waiting. 

Tillman held himself in one hand and spread her butt with the other as she leaned against the vanity and looked at her own sexually heated face in the mirror. He rubbed himself on her anus, using his pre-cum for lubrication, and then he pushed himself roughly inside. 

Sherona saw her own eyes widen, and she saw them fill with tears that flowed down her cheeks even as his rhythmic movement in her ass began to heat her loins again. Her tears splashed down on the vanity and were soon joined by a line of drool as she moaned and gasped against her brother's ravaging body. 

He was in all the way. He was taking no care for how she felt but only enjoying the soft warmth of her colon and the clenching of her anus. He pushed the cheeks of her butt together and fucked even harder while she cried out. "Oh, shit, fuck my ass hard, little brother! Cum in my ass!"

"I'm going to fill you good," he panted. "Fill you with cream like a chocolate candy. Get on the pill, bitch, and I'll do the same with your cute little black cunt next time."

"Oh, yessss!" 

Tillman's dick erupted within his sister's bowel, filling her, heating her further, and completing both of their pleasure as they lay joined against the vanity and looked into each other's faces reflected in the vanity mirror. 

Life was good. 

#

Robert Mosswell had heard his daughter scream from where he stood at the kitchen sink and hurried down to see what happened. Once there, however, he stopped and stood fidgeting, unsure what to do. 

"Oh, God, yeah," his darling daughter said inside the bathroom. "Do me, brother. Do my ass!"

Robert was ashamed that his cock was growing tumescent in his pants as he listened. He was shocked, appalled, horribly excited. He could picture his children so well that he had no problem imagining his daughter's buttocks quivering with each thrust and her large breasts swaying as she pushed back against his boy's cock.

"Oh, shit, fuck my ass hard, little brother! Cum in my ass!" Robert Mosswell gave in to his thoughts and took his own dick out to stroke himself. He closed his eyes and imagined his little girl was calling out to him. "Fuck my ass, daddy! Cum in my ass!"

"Oh, yessss!" Sherona cried out inside the bathroom and Robert Mosswell spewed his creamy load onto the tile floor outside the bathroom door in synchrony with his son's release in his sister's rectum.

"You're going to hell, Bob," he whispered to himself as he put his cock away and grabbed a towel from the clothes hamper and wiped up his ejaculate. "Going to hell for sure."

Right now, it appeared that the kids would be going with him.

CHAPTER THREE, The Party Crasher 

"Hi, Mr. Porter. Mrs. Porter." Cathy Burton bounced into the kitchen wearing a pull over top, a wrap skirt, and sandals with no stockings. She was ready to party. "Are you guys coming down to the party?"

"No, Cathy," Robert said. "Though it is tempting."

"It could be a real treat," she said, flirtatiously. 

"Don't give yourself so much credit, little missy," Emily said. "We've been known to provide plenty of treats for ourselves.

"Oh, I didn't mean me." Cathy laughed. "Not alone, anyway."

Elaine entered the room then, and hugged Cathy. "You're the first one here," she said. "Where's Carter?" 

"He's picking up the cousins."

"Elaine," Emily said. "We're going to go up and get out of the way, so you be sure to listen for the door. Can we trust your friends not to be bringing liquor into the house, or should we stay to make certain?"

"You can trust us," Cathy said. "It's not a drinking party, you know. Besides, Sherona is the only one old enough to buy it and we didn't make any arrangements with her."

"We'll stay sober, Mom," Elaine added.

"Okay, girls. We'll get out of your hair."

Emily and Robert went up quickly, glad to be away from the door before any more guests arrived. There was something creepy about greeting your children's friends when you know they're coming over to have sex with your children. How are you supposed to act? What do you say? Oh, I hope you didn't jerk off today because you're going to need all of your strength? If you need lubricant, just give a shout? Creepy. 

Once upstairs, they vowed to remain clothed until the party was over. It would be a hard vow to keep, but if anything did happen they needed to be ready. 

What could go wrong at a teen-age sex party? Don't ask.

#

Karen Jenkins was always considered by her husband's varsity football team to be a major hottie. She wasn't a tall woman, but she used what height she had to her advantage displaying shape designed to please both physically and visually. Her body was a series of balls. She had a cute little round butt, nearly perfectly round (artificially enhanced) boobs with round areola, and the cutest, tiniest little round belly on her five foot one inch frame. 

Her height and general soft, cushioning look made her the perfect second grade teacher, too. At school with her hair up and wearing a functional suit she was a comforting but businesslike educator of young minds. Bare-ass naked in a room full of high school seniors, she was open for all cummers. The setting made all the difference. 

One of the interesting things about Karen Jenkins' life was that her husband still didn't know exactly how good a motivating force she was for his team. Whether he was naturally deaf and blind or was so through sheer will power was hard to tell, but he gave the impression of being totally unaware of such matters. Maybe he just liked having a winning team. 

She'd met Bill Chambers through the football team and then met him several more times on their own. When they met there was generally a lot of moaning. She liked Bill because he didn't ask many questions or expect too much. He liked her because she was a soft, squeezable bundle of sexual energy who didn't look at all like anyone in his family.

Bill scratched his head when he read his invitation to the party. It said to bring a date. That didn't seem quite right, somehow, but he supposed it was only fair that he bring someone since he was using everyone else's dates. Karen Jenkins was the only person he could think of who would like such a party and not report them to the cops. He called her. Her husband was out of town. And so his Friday evening was set. 

#

"Mrs. Jenkins!" Elaine and Cathy screamed out her name nearly in unison when Bill ushered her into the house. 

"Oh, my God!" Cathy hugged the woman who had been their second grade teacher. 

"What are you . . . How are you . . . I mean, gosh, are you here for the party?" Elaine wasn't sure how to react to this. She'd learned math and English and, well, everything from this woman. Here she was, apparently destined to teach just a little bit more. 

"Yes, I am," Karen said. She looked at the girls, thinking, and finally smiling. "Elaine Porter and Cathy Burton!" she exclaimed. "My goodness, look how you've grown up."

"Wait till you see them later. Then you'll see how grown up they are," Bill said, snickering. "You guys know each other?"

"She was our second grade teacher!" Cathy squealed. "God, how cool!"

"My first year teaching," Karen put in, thinking it important to put an upper limit on her age.

"Man, you know everybody, don't you?" Bill said. "Hey, Cath, are the rest of the gang here?"

"Yup," Elaine said. 

"You guys can gab. I'll head on down. Through here?" he asked, heading the wrong direction. 

"I'll take you." Cathy took her cousin by the arm and led him back to the basement stairs.

"Mrs. Jenkins," Elaine repeated. 

"Yes. Well, you should call me Karen, I think. But, Bill said this was a type of orgy. Is that true?"

"Yes, well . . ."

"Please, honey, don't be embarrassed. I didn't come looking for a tea party."

"Yes, I guess that's what it is. I just didn't expect to have my second grade teacher here with me. Man, this is weird."

"Why don't we just go on down and see if it's weird or not? Right?" Karen said. "After all, we never know what we think about something until we check it out." 

That was one of her favorite phrases when she taught Elaine. Her using it now just increased Elaine's feeling of unreality. It might be an odd party.

#

"What do you suppose the kids are up to now?" Emily had been trying to read but just couldn't concentrate on the pages between her thoughts of the party going on downstairs and her husband laying on the bed playing his hard-on sticking up through the placket of his slacks. There were too many distractions. 

"Up to about six or seven inches in each other, I'd guess. Come over here and I'll demonstrate."

"Yes, dear, your cock is quite lovely," she said. "Why don't you put that away till we can put it to good use?"

"Spoil sport." Robert had to stand and unbutton his pants in order to force his rigid tool back in. "If this gets bent, it might not straighten out again."

"Don't worry. I'll straighten it out." Emily looked back to her book, but all she saw were her naked children.

Emily's cell phone rang in her purse, and, by the time she'd found the purse and dug the phone out, the caller was gone. She redialed, saying, "It was Patty. Probably wants to know how the party is going, too."

"Probably wants to get invited over," Robert laughed. 

"Hi, Patty. What's up?" Emily asked when her neighbor picked up on her end. 

"It may not be my business," the other woman said. "But did you know that there's a strange woman sneaking around outside your house? She's peeking in the basement windows."

#

Doris Burton Chambers was the nervous type. A small, naturally buxom woman, she tended to move in abrupt bursts and then hover as though waiting for something to go wrong. Her husband had often commented that the only time she wasn't jumpy was when they were having sex. And, since it was always the more the merrier with Doris, she was especially relaxed when she was with her family. 

Now that her husband was gone, her son was the only one around to temper her natural nervousness. Unfortunately, he wasn't inclined to do so. She had come to his bed on the evening of his 18th birthday wearing a silk robe over a whole lot of nothing and told him their family story almost simultaneous to her performing a fine feat of fellatio on his hard pecker. He'd pretty much known about the family, but he figured he'd wait for her to make a move. And, while he did look forward to it, he didn't expect it so soon. 

He liked screwing his mom. She was a crazy lady in the sack. He just didn't like being on call to screw her. She was great, and he loved her, but she wasn't one for exercise and she drank too much to maintain a tight physique, so he did get a bit tired of her rather wobbly body. These parties, and those of his family, were a welcome relief to his steady diet of mom pussy at home. He was glad to get out from under her watchful eye. 

Except, of course, he wasn't out from under anything. She was outside lying in the grass and peering through the emergency exit window at the party in progress. What was he doing? What was she missing? Why couldn't she have been his date? Who did he bring? Would the girls there be treating her little boy right? 

She had to find out, so she parked her car across the street and locked her purse inside carrying her keys in her pocket and sneaked over to the address on the inviation.

Lying as she was with her head and half her chest out over the concrete edge of the oversize window well as she stared in at the party, she was an easy target when the homeowners came sneaking out to defend their turf. Her head was covered by a floral pillow case and her hands bound with plastic handcuffs nearly before she knew they were there.

She almost screamed, but remembered her dear Billy inside. He'd be mortified if he knew she was there. 

"Wait, no!" she whispered hoarsely. "My son, I, don't . . ."

"Quiet," Robert hissed. "Unless you want your boy to know you're spying on him."

No, her captor was right. She couldn't make any noise, so when they stood her up and commanded her to come with them, she complied quietly. She walked between the two people (a man and a woman, she thought), each holding one elbow, and walked meekly into the house. 

Once inside, they helped her walk up a flight of stairs and took her into a bedroom. They used tape (she could hear it making that screechy sound coming off of the dispenser) to hold the pillow case securely around her neck, and then tied her by her ankle to something with enough rope to allow her to lay down on a bed or walk about two steps from it. 

"I didn't mean any harm," she said, as calmly as possible. "I just wanted to check up on my little boy."

"Little boy?" a woman said, laughing. "Jesus."

"Sit down and shut up." A man's voice again. The next sound she heard was the door closing behind her departing captors.

She was left alone on the bed with her head covered and her hands bound behind her while she waited for whatever punishment they decided to meet out on her. She was embarrassed, a bit afraid, and definitely beginning to be turned on by the whole thing. She at this point couldn't wait for them to return. She'd change her tune back and forth several times later.

#

"Can you imagine a parent acting like this for any other party their kids might go to?" Emily said when she and Robert returned to the living room. "Sneaking around. Spying through windows. What a bitch."

"This isn't exactly the same as any other . . ."

"I know that," Emily said. "But she's no saint, either. Why doesn't she just come and ask about the party? Stop in and say hi if she wants to check us out." Scowling, Emily stood listening to the sounds from the basement a moment. "What do we do with her now?"

A squeal of laughter erupted downstairs, distracting them for a moment. 

"I guess we just do whatever comes to mind," Robert said, looking absently toward the basement. "Have fun."

"Leave her in a closet for a day or two. That comes to mind right off."

"Probably not a very responsible response," he said, thinking up a couple of his own ideas. "We'll let her sit for awhile. Besides, Kent said she likes being tied up."

Emily sat on the couch thinking that she'd much rather go up and punish the spy right now. She'd see how much she enjoyed being tied.

#

Karen Jenkins was wondering about Tillman's big dick about that time, and she was tortured by the anticipation while waiting for the silly party game they were playing to get done. Apparently, they'd tried it before, but Elaine Porter couldn't wait to get naked and rushed the game. This time, the party-goers were determined to play their game of spin the bottle from start to finish. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 12



PART TWELVE: New Arrangements 

CHAPTER ONE, Show Me the Way to Go Home

Doris Burton Chambers drove home naked after Emily Porter released her. She drove with a sheen of cum drying on her face and leaking from her body onto the car seat. She drove in a giddy haze fueled by the excitement of what had been done to her and the expectation of what she planned to do to herself when she got home. 

The Burton family might humor her desires with soft ropes and silk whips, but that lady meant business. There was no thought for her feelings or safety, and there was a definite threat of harm with Emily Porter. The proximity of physical harm excited Doris now, and she had to get home to her vibrator and clothespins. It didn't occur to Doris that Emily had been so good because she was angry, not because she got off on it. There are lots of things that don't occur to Doris.

She parked the car in her garage and hurried to her house, thankful that her son wasn't home yet. There would be no explaining her condition. After all, her family wouldn't have sent her home like this. They would have dressed her up nice and clean and kissed her at the door. God, it was wonderful to be sent away like a beaten dog. 

By the time Bill got home (purposefully late to give his mother time to arrive) Doris was lying in bed with a line of clothespins clipped up from her nipples to the top of both breasts and four clips pinching her inner labia while she rubbed the tip of one finger on her swollen clit. She panted through one orgasm, she moaned through the second, and then she cried and twisted her clit for the third before laying breathless atop her tightly made bed. She only barely remembered to remove the pins before falling asleep right there.

#

Robert and Tania Mosswell sneaked into their home after spending ten minutes in the yard watching their children get snacks and generally fiddle around before heading off to bed. Inside, they went directly up to bed as quietly as possible. Once in their room, they collapsed on the bed feeling somewhat stupefied by the evening's experience. 

"Did you hear them? Our children? Did you hear them talking about us?" Tania said, unbuttoning her blouse as she lay flat on her back on their bed. 

"Yes, I did I guess we're not over the hill after all," Robert said.

"Over the hill? Robert, you came four times," Tania pointed out. "There's nothing over the hill about that.'

"Yeah, well now my cock feels like people were twisting it like a dish rag all night," Robert said. "It hurts."

Tania was asleep.

#

Karen Jenkins pulled into her driveway and was surprised to see that her husband's car was already in the garage. Home. A day early. She entered the house running through an inventory of stories to tell that might explain her absence, her disheveled appearance, and what was quite likely a distinct odor. 

She walked through the door biting her lower lip and straightening her clothing.

"Hi, honey," she called out as she entered the living room. 

Her husband, Ray Jenkins, was sitting on the couch bouncing a basketball between his feet and watching the late night rerun of that evening's baseball game on the television. He was an affable blond man, six foot two, with sandy hair cropped close to his head in a manner that gave him a military bearing. Military was far from his actual demeanor, however. He was a playful jock, a man who would always be in touch his youth and ready to bring it out. That made him perfect with children, of course. It was ironic that a man who was always ready to play a game and the woman who taught second grade had not been able to have children so far. It was sad. 

"Hey, honey," he called back, watching her walk into the room with open admiration. "Where were you?"

"Out. I didn't know you'd be back tonight."

"I didn't either," he said. "But I missed you and the conference sucked, so I drove home after the last meeting. So, where were you out to?" He didn't sound suspicious, angry, annoyed, or any emotion a cuckold might display. He just asked, simply, directly, and without guile. 

Though it was just his natural manner of speech, that approach was guaranteed to melt his wife, who wasn't very good at lying. She had never had to lie about her activities before, because he'd never asked. But here he was asking, and she was suddenly unable to find a reason for actions that had made plenty of sense earlier.

"I was . . . Well, I was at a party."

Ray smiled. "Any of my football players at the party?"

"Honey?" Karen tilted her head, regarding her husband suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"Football players. You know, from my team."

"Bill Chambers," she admitted quietly, keeping her smile in place. "He was there."

"Probably drove you there," Ray said. 

"He, well, that is, I . . ."

"Sorry, honey. I'm being a dick." Ray held his hand out to her then, smiling broadly and motioning for her to come closer. When she was close enough, he grasped her hand and pulled her onto his lap. "I'm just wondering about what I'm missing by not letting you know that I know."

"Know?" Karen could feel his cock pressing hard against her butt, so she didn't think he was angry, but she couldn't tell his mood. 

"Football players talk to each other, you know," he said. "And coaches are right there to hear them."

"You knew? How long?"

"Not very long, really. I didn't want to get in your way. I mean, with our situation about babies and all, I just figured you needed an outlet of some kind."

"Outlet?"

"Look, I figured that you were having fun and the team was winning, so what harm was there? You know? But now, well, I'm starting to think maybe we should both be having fun. I don't want to have fun without you."

"God, Ray, I'm sorry." Karen felt herself beginning to tear up at his simple statement of need and desire. She felt like all manner of fool just then. 

"Don't be sorry," Ray said. "We're different that way, you know. Well, you're different, anyway."

"I just wanted to . . ."

"Don't explain," he cut in. "I don't want to know now. Let's just pretend that I don't care."

"Pretend?"

"Yeah. Just assume that I'm fine with it all," Ray kissed her cheek. "I was really pissed at first, but I talked myself out of making a scene. Then I thought about it and realized that you were still with me. You hadn't divorced me, or complained about my sperm count or anything like that. You didn't change at all. You were just fucking around. That's all."

"That's all?" Karen laughed despite herself.

"Yup, just fucking around. It's only sex. I'm a man, so I know how that works. But I'm thinking now that I should be allowed the same leeway as you're getting. Right? I mean, we might as well fuck around together."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I've thought it all out," he said. "I want to go to the same parties as you do, dear. But no more football players. God, you might have gotten us both fired."

"No more football players," she agreed. 

"Well, I suppose Bill Chambers can be grandfathered in," he said. "Since he's graduated."

"I think he's sick of me," Karen said. "He couldn't wait to get at the other girls at the party tonight."

"So, it was that kind of party," Ray said. 

"Yes, definitely."

"Why don't you go take a shower and then come back down and tell me all about it," he said, pushing her away gently. He rubbed the bulge in his trousers. "I'd really like to hear about what I'm trying to get myself into"

Karen hurried in to bathe knowing that her life was about to enter a new, much more enjoyable phase. Instead of fucking around on her husband, she would be fucking around with him.

#

Emily lay in bed for a long time after Robert had gone to sleep. Her own behavior with Doris Burton troubled her now that it was over. If it had been a sexual thing, a way to get herself off, she wouldn't care, but it hadn't been that. No, she'd tortured the woman because she was pissed off. The fact that it was a sexual torture had little to do with why she did it. All she could hope now was that Doris Burton would never darken her door again. 

She should only be that lucky.

#

The Porter and the Mosswell children slept quite well that evening, and all was right in their world.

#

In the morning, the loop woke up to see a moving van backed into the driveway of the Tredweiler house. 

CHAPTER TWO, New Neighbors

Terry Carter stood in her living room and looked across at the Tredweiler house as two men from the van carried boxes and furniture inside. She didn't see anyone who looked as though they might be the new neighbors. At ten o'clock, a mini van parked at the curb and a brunette woman, about 30, got out carrying a baby. There were two young men in their late teens with her. One of them kissed her cheek and clutched her butt affectionately. The moving van drove away and they went inside. That was all until two in the afternoon. 

At two o'clock, a black Mercedes parked in the driveway and a tall, gray haired man got out along side a sandy haired girl who scowled at the house, the neighborhood, and the man who was presumably her father. He straightened his jacket and walked inside whistling. She walked inside still scowling. It was six o'clock before there was any further activity, but all that happened then was that all four people and the baby got back into the vehicles and drove away. 

Terry Carter had quit watching and gone back to worrying about the mortgage long before two o'clock. She and John sat at the kitchen table and sorted through their bills until they finally gave up and went to play with their children, Kristy, 5, and Kyle, 4. All they could really do was put smiles on their faces and go talk to Robert Porter. He was the man who wrote their loan, after all. 

When the children went down for their naps at one o'clock, Terry and John retired to their own room to practice their own form of therapy and stop thinking about money for a little while. With Terry entering her seventh month of pregnancy, they were necessarily careful in their activity. 

John moved his cock in and out of his wife's swollen pussy with even motions and watched her pendulous breasts respond to the small jolt of his body slamming home between her legs. Quiver and shake, her nipples moving in a tiny circle. Quiver and shake, and they began leaking milk as her orgasm approached. Quiver and shake, and then her legs clamped against him and she cried out as her breasts shook harder and she pulled him in close against her belly. Almost like clockwork, John would shoot his cum up inside of her immediately after her orgasm. Making her cum was just that much of a turn on to him. 

After their climax, they lay facing each other while John idly suckled at her breasts. After she'd caught her breath, Terry sat up and leaned over him, milking herself into his mouth. 

"There are new people across the street," she said, squeezing her breasts left, right, then left. "Old guy and some younger ones. "I wonder who they are?"

"You wonder if they enjoy fucking their neighbors," John laughed.

Terry squeezed both breasts, washing his face with the multiple sprays of milk, and then said, "Yeah, well, so what? There was a cute looking lady with them. Kinda top heavy. Carrying a baby. Think she's another milker?"

"That's some way to talk about another human being," he said.

"Just wondering if I get to see your dick sliding up between her big titties while she soaks the sheets with her milk. That's all."

"Oh, gee honey, now you've got my dick hard again."

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to help you out with that. It's time I got my milk, anyway."

After ten minutes pumping and sucking her husband's hard cock with his face buried in her musky pussy, she was rewarded by a tasty shot of cream and lay sated along side her happy husband until they heard the children stirring. 

Then it was up again, and back to the real world.

#

Earlier that morning, Thomas Cassidy had sat on the edge of the king size bed in their suite in the downtown Hilton and watched his step mother walk naked across the room with great appreciation. That baby hadn't taken anything away from her body at all, she was still hot and all those exercises were tightening her up quickly. She was actually hotter, he supposed, since her breasts were so darn big now, the areola so dark and large. Yes, she was hotter.

Sharon Cassidy sat beside her step son and began stroking his hard cock without a word, her lips meeting his in a long kiss. The blond nineteen year-old fondled one breast lightly while he kissed the raven haired beauty his father had married two years ago. He sucked at her probing tongue and opened his legs wider to accept the ministrations of her talented hand. 

As they were kissing, a third person entered and crawled across the bed. Thomas's twin brother, Timothy, began kissing up Sharon's spine and then around her neck on the other side from his brother. He crossed his hand over Tom's hand to fondle the woman's other breast, milk dribbling down over his palm as he did. 

Soon, Sharon was lying with her legs off of the bed and Tom's head between them as he knelt on the floor lapping at her pussy and she sucked hungrily on Tim's cock. It wasn't long before she was moaning and writhing, kicking her legs down against Tom's back as he sucked at her swollen clit and slid his fingers in and out of her body. 

"Fuck me, boy," she shouted. "Come to Mama!"

Tom moved to comply, standing in a crouch between her legs and moving his hard cock closer. 

"Did you ask your mother if she's ready to get knocked up again?" The boy's father, Albert Cassidy, a recently retired executive entered carrying the baby, Gail in one arm. The genial sixty year-old smiled at the tableau on the large bed and moved to sit on a comfortable chair where he could watch. 

"I am," Sharon said. "Two kids. Remember?"

"I sure do, honey. Two it is," Albert said. "Okay, Tommy, have at her then."

Grinning, Tom drove his cock into her cunt and slammed himself in as hard as he could. Little Gail was a bit over a month old, and they were only just getting back into their old sexual prime. There was no more being careful now, and he loved the feeling of his belly hitting the woman below him. 

Watching her huge breasts slide over her ribs excited him further, and he shot his load up inside of her quickly. Too quickly for Sharon's tastes. 

"Timmy, be a good boy and stick your cock in me, won't you? I've still got an itch that needs scratching."

"Fuck your mama," Albert said from the chair. "God, I love your tits moving around like that, honey. If the baby wasn't hungry, I'd climb up there next."

"I'll give you a rain check," Sharon laughed. 

Timmy complied quickly, slamming his own dick in where his brother had already left a healthy deposit, and he was soon leaving one of his own. 

Laurel Cassidy, at eighteen, the youngest, came in just as Timmy finished ejaculating and dragged his glistening cock across Sharon's thigh as he moved to lay beside her. 

"Jesus, Dad," Laurel said, sitting on a chair next to Albert and twirling a hank of her sandy hair between two fingers. "That house is so small. Smaller than our old house."

"No, the rooms are actually larger," her father answered. "There are just less of them."

"So it's smaller, just like I said."

"It's got a room for everyone, doesn't it?" he asked genially as he carried Gail over to suckle at her mother's breast. 

"What's the point of winning a lottery if you lower your lifestyle?" the girl complained. "That's stupid."

"No, you're stupid," Tom said, teasing his sister. 

"You're stupid," Tim said to him. 

"Who, her or me?" Tom asked.

"Both of you," Tim laughed. 

Laurel rolled her eyes. 

"There are boys in the neighborhood," Albert said. "I asked."

"You asked? Oh, Dad, you really asked if there were boys around for your daughter?"

"The guy from the bank lives right at the end of the cul-de-sac," Albert said. "His own son lives there."

"I'm so embarrassed," Laurel said.

"Listen. When you come into money you can live it up and use it up, or you can be a little frugal and live happily ever after. You want the nice college, don't you? You want a little something in the bank when you graduate, don't you? I know that I sure as hell wanted to stop going to an office every day."

"Okay, sure," Laurel admitted. 

"So we cut back on household expenses by moving to a smaller house and putting the difference between our selling price and the purchase price for the new place in the bank. We made money on the deal, honey."

"You're a millionaire, Dad," the girl scoffed. "You didn't make enough to bother."

"Maybe you should try taking her mind off of her troubles, Al," Sharon suggested.

"What?" He looked at her blankly a moment.

"You know, give her a ride. She likes that."

"Oh, oh, yes," Al said, grinning at his own thoughtlessness. "I let your brothers have their fun and forgot my little girl. Did you feel left out, honey?"

"Well, sure, a little bit, but could we go in the other bedroom? I don't need these creeps watching."

"I'm not a creep," Tim said, turning toward his brother. "She must have meant you."

"No, you." Tom replied. 

"I think it was you."

"You."

The father and daughter closed the door on that conversation and retired to the other bedroom in the suite where they both disrobed quickly. Albert was a slim man with runner's muscles. His daughter was somewhat heavier than his wife, with a bit of a belly and a soft, clutchable butt. Her breasts were naturally huge, however. She didn't need pregnancy to give her that. 

Albert grasped his daughter's breasts in both hands, slipping his thumbs over her nipples until they responded to his touch. 

"That's nice, Daddy," she said. "But don't forget Pussy."

"I won't, darling. No chance of that."

He moved her back to sit on the bed and then knelt between her thighs and rubbed his nose in her wet slit before lapping his tongue up to the clitoris which she had exposed by pulling her lips away from it. 

"Oh, yes, just like that," she sighed. "My Daddy is the best cunt eater ever."

Laurel tasted just like her late mother had tasted, and that reminder of his first wife made his cock harder every time. He loved his life, and he constantly marveled at how he might have missed out on it entirely if he hadn't come to the decision he did.

He and Sharon had met at the wedding of a mutual friend and had dated for over a year when he proposed to her. Despite their thirty year age difference, they had so much in common that marriage would be a perfect fit for them. Perfect, except for his nearly two decade old vasectomy. She wanted children, her own natural children. She wanted them badly. In fact, she wanted them so badly that she was willing to turn down the hand of the man she loved and find someone to settle on in order to have them.  

They had reached an impasse when Albert won over ten million dollars on the Lotto just over a year ago. He and Sharon had almost totally stopped dating before he won the jackpot. When he won the money, he started thinking about his future and who he would really want to share it with. Sharon was the only one. But, in order to have Sharon, he had to guarantee her pregnancy. He decided to do what he had to do to ensure everyone's happiness. 

Before he told anyone of his win, he went to Sharon's home and proposed to her again.

"Sharon, I love you, and I want to marry you," he told her. "I know you love me. The only thing keeping us apart is a baby, but I can fix that. If you marry me, you can have sex with the twins as soon as they turn eighteen. They're sure to be virile." 

"You can't mean that? That's nuts."

"I know it's crazy, but it would be far more nuts to lose you when we both know we're meant to be together. I love you enough to share you with the boys."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 12



"Would they want to do that?"

Albert thought it was sweet that she'd even question the desire his boys might have for her. Maybe she never looked into mirrors. Maybe she didn't have much experience around teenage boys. Albert knew the boys would be all for such an arrangement. 

"I can absolutely guarantee that, once we give them the chance, they'll be all over you in no time at all."

After consideration, she accepted his proposal and accompanied him to his house to break the news of their engagement to the kids. After that news was greeted with cheers, Albert told everyone how much money he'd won in the lottery. There were even louder cheers for that news. 

Albert took is wife of six months into Tom's room on the night the twins turned eighteen, kissed her on the cheek, and left them alone. Tim had to wait until the next night by virtue of a coin toss. The next night, Albert escorted her to Timmy's room, too. After spending the night with both boys, it became a practice to sleep with each of them once a week while fucking their father almost without stop the rest of the week. Sharing his wife was a relief in a way, since it gave Albert two nights off. 

They didn't tell Laurel about the arrangement until she caught her step mother coming our of Tim's room one morning about two weeks after her own eighteenth birthday. The scene at the breakfast table was a strange one as she complained mainly that the boys were getting something she wasn't getting. She was eighteen, too, after all. How come they get sex all the time?

"It's not like you haven't dated," Sharon said. "I'm sure you've had plenty of sex."

"Plenty of groping in the car and guys cumming too early," Laurel scoffed. "And not regularly. Not like those guys are getting."

"Too much information," Tim said, grinning.

"Who do you want to screw? Your brothers?" Albert asked in frustration. 

"Eww!" the Twins exclaimed, laughing. 

"No, Daddy. I'd screw you," she said, looking at him with such loving sincerity that his heart melted. 

"But that's . . . That's incest."

"Well, honey, what I'm doing with the boys is considered incest, too, in most states," Sharon said. "Besides, I think it would be nice for you to teach her."

"Hey, I'm not a virgin." Laurel blushed.

"No, but your father is very good in bed. He can teach you so much more than a boy your age. I think he should do it."

"So, will you, Dad? Please?"

Albert hated to disappoint his daughter.

That was how it began, and the arrangement became more relaxed over time until they often had sex together in a group. Laurel even relaxed her restrictions on her brothers and fucked them occasionally. And there was no talk of stopping the arrangement after Sharon had her two kids. They liked it too much now.

Laurel came against her father's mouth, shivering as his tongue and teeth worked her clit. She pulled on his hair, wanting him up and in her, and he complied eagerly. 

He watched the head of his cock disappear between the lips of Laurel's cunt and then slowly pressed his entire length inside of her. Her belly jiggled when he thrust himself inside and her tits slid over her ribs in a languorous motion. This is my daughter's wonderfully tight pussy, he thought for the countless time. I'm going to fill my daughter with my cum and make her scream in pleasure again.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" she screamed. 

"I'm going to," he said, and hoisted her legs up over his shoulders and grabbed her ample ass. "You want Daddy's cock, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!

"You want it hard, girl?"

"Hard! Fuck me hard!"

Albert grabbed both of her large breasts tightly and began slamming his cock into her. "I'm fucking my little girl. Gonna shoot my load in my little girl!"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy! I want your hot cum!"

He was able to pace himself to allow his daughter a massive orgasm that sent her entire body quivering beneath him. Only then did he roll her to her side on the bed and squeezed her pussy around his cock and slam himself home in her. He watched her heavy breasts jiggle and shake, grabbed her ass and pressed one finger against her puckered hole, and he smiled down at her when she looked at him with half focused eyes and whispered, "Oh, cum in me, Daddy. Please cum in me." 

Albert Cassidy's balls tightened up, twitching, and his cock grew even harder as he began shooting a load of hot semen inside the body of his only daughter. He filled her just as she wanted and kissed her open mouth. And then he slid his cock out of her slowly and watched it emerge just as he had watched it go in. He noted the glistening trail of their shared juices that he left on her inner thigh as he moved away to lay beside her and stroke her hair and kiss her cheek. 

"I love you, Daddy," Laurel said. 

"Love you more," he replied, imitating the verbal ritual he and her mother used to go through. 

"I love you whole earth more," she said. 

"I love you Universe more."

#

"Paid cash?" Emily said at supper that night. 

"And put a boatload in the bank," Robert said. "Nice people. There was something weird, though. He asked me if it was a tolerant neighborhood."

"Tolerant?" Elaine said. 

"What, are they Druids, or something?" Danny laughed. 

"I don't know," Robert said. "I said we've got the most tolerant neighborhood in the city as far as I can tell."

"Yeah, understatement, Dad," Danny said. 

"It's a very strange thing to ask, but I suppose we'll find out what he meant sometime," Emily said. "Might be interesting."

"So what's up for tonight, gang?" Robert asked. 

"Veg out," Danny said. "Nothing much. Why?"

"Maybe we should just hole up and watch movies," Emily said.

"Sure," Elaine said. 

"Sense and Sensibility?" Emily suggested.

"No, not a chick flick night," Danny cried out. "Please!"

"Got any porn?" Elaine asked.

"Elaine!" her mother said, glowering. "Doing is one thing. Watching is another." Of course, she was smiling by the end of her statement.

"Well, Dad must have something we can watch. For instructional purposes, you know."

"Instructional, yeah," Danny added. "But it's probably only on computer."

"I actually don't," Robert said thoughtfully. "There was an old VHS copy of something years ago, but we tossed it."

"Deep Throat, dear," Emily reminded him. "Remember? Because it was historical?"

"It is," he said. "But it was a video, anyway. Probably look like shit now."

"You don't have any porn?" Danny was skeptical. "How do you live?"

"I've always had your mother," Robert said. 

"Yeah, Dad can watch Mom sleep and cum just from that," Elaine said.

"And maybe there are some people who shouldn't have been watching. Right Elaine?" Emily said. 

"Yeah," her daughter replied, sheepishly. "Right."

"You guys still have the old video camera?" Danny asked. "We should shoot our own video!"

"No! I'm not having us show up online," his mother warned. 

"It's analog, Mom," Danny explained. "VHS, not digital. Can't put it online."

"Really?" she asked, smiling just a bit.

"Not so far as I know," Robert concurred, smiling more broadly than his wife. 

"But we'll have to figure out how to make four copies so we can all masturbate at the same time," Elaine said. 

"Elaine!" Emily laughed. 

"Let's do it!" Danny pronounced. 

"No. Maybe some other time, but don't hold your breath." Emily said. "Plan it out if you really want to do it, and we'll see."

"So, let's watch Sense and Sensibility," Elaine said. "Or, maybe, order up something dirty on Pay Per View."

"Oh, gee," Danny said. "That's a much better plan!"

#

Albert Cassidy and his daughter, Laurel, drove back into the loop just at dusk that Saturday night on a trip to let her take a look around when she was in a better mood. Since her father and brothers had all teamed up to help raise her spirits, she was in the best possible mood just then. Maybe she'd change her mind about the whole thing now. 

It turned out that it was the neighborhood itself that changed her mind about the house.

When they first entered the cul-de-sac, they passed a house on the left in which a very naked and very pregnant woman was visible past the half-closed curtains of her living room as she paced in a short circle and talked on her cell phone. It was Laurel who spotted her, and Albert slowed the car to a crawl. 

A young black couple was seated on the front step of the next house kissing passionately and grabbing frantically at each others bodies. Apparently, the people by whom they didn't want to be seen were inside the house, not out, and they were totally oblivious to the slow moving car. 

Another nude woman was spotted in the next house, where the drapes were completely open and the living room fully lit while she lounged on the couch watching TV. Just as they were passing, Albert and Laurel saw a fully clothed man walk in to join her carrying two bottles of beer and sit with her on the couch. 

Albert almost stopped the car entirely at the next house. Through the half open front drapery, they saw a forty-something woman standing on the couch with her back pressed against the wall while a boy, maybe twenty, knelt and licked her pussy. 

Albert and his daughter passed with their mouths hanging open and their heads full of possibilities. 

The rest of the street, after they rounded the loop and looked at the other side, was rather dull. An older woman with sizable breasts was closing the garage door as they drove by. After completing that task, she stood watching the window of the beer drinking couple for a moment with a broad smile on her face. At the next house, an older man could be seen through his window kissing a young girl passionately. He was certainly old enough to be the girl's grandfather. As they passed, he closed his draperies. He was the only one on the street to do so.

The next house was dark, and the one after it was their own new home.

"Gee," Laurel said, thoughtfully. "I might like it here after all.

"Let's stop," her father said. "Maybe take a walk around the block. Or, maybe, just see if your bed still squeaks in its new location."

"Maybe both," Laurel said. 

"Maybe."

He pulled into the driveway of their new home and got out. From here, he could see that the pregnant nude had finished her conversation and left the room. He wondered how the couch cunnilingus was progressing. 

It was dark enough now so that the strangely exhibitionist people of the neighborhood couldn't see him and his daughter as they walked hand in hand along the street. The pregnant lady wasn't visible, but what appeared to be the flash of a camera caught their eyes as they were passing her window. 

The black girl who had been on the steps was carrying a box out to a car in the garage as they passed. It appeared to be quite heavy, and a woman looked out the side door and then turned to shout inside. "Tillman, why aren't you helping your sister with this?" Summoned by her call, the young man who they had seen earlier emerged past her, saying, "Sorry, Mom." Then he said to the girl struggling with the box, "Why didn't you wait, girl?"

Laurel's grip on her father's hand tightened at the mention of the family relationship. The two on the step certainly didn't look like they were brother and sister earlier. 

In the next house, they were both reclining on the couch and watching TV, though the man still had his clothes on. 

At the end of the loop, the nude woman and young man were talking to a man dressed in casual clothing who was about the woman's age. They laughed, and he kissed the woman. Then, as Albert and Laura watched, the man stepped forward and pulled the draperies shut. The man was Albert's new banker!

Both Albert and Laurel's hearts were beating faster now, and they hastened their step to round the loop and return to their new home. Once there, they hurried inside and started tearing at each other's clothing as they crossed the threshold. They never made it to a bed but fucked wildly on the living room floor between the stacks of boxes.

This neighborhood was going to be very tolerant, indeed.

CHAPTER THREE, Business

Terry Carter had been interrupted by the phone call that Albert and Laurel witnessed from outside. It was her mother, of course, calling with more money saving ideas to keep them afloat. Her support was appreciated, but her calls were always at the wrong time. 

Once she was finished on the phone, Terry hurried back to double check the position of the camera on the end table and make sure it was still aimed properly. Then she pushed the button and hurried over to the couch, where she reclined in a position designed to prominently display her milk heavy breasts and the full swelling of her belly. The camera flashed, filling the room with a burst of light. Terry rose and hurried to see the picture before it might disappear from the preview pane. 

Not bad. Take another. 

This time she sat on the edge of the couch with her hands on her knees, her legs spread slightly, and a pleasant smile on her face. 

Flash. Check the picture. Take another. 

Holding her breasts up this time. Flash. That's good. Take another.

After she'd taken twenty pictures of herself in various poses, Terry snatched up their digital camera and hurried to the computer in the family room. There, in the room with three walls comprised mostly of uncovered windows, she remembered that she was totally nude. Maybe it was time to get dressed again. 

She had disrobed about half an hour before starting her picture session in order to give the red marks from underwear time to disappear. She'd been naked so long now that she was quite used to it. It felt nice to do away with the hindrance of clothing, but it wouldn't do to be sitting naked at the computer all day. Her kids might wonder, and the neighbors would surely talk. Well, no, the neighbors probably wouldn't mind at all.

John was at his parents home, where he'd gone on short notice to help his dad with some emergency repairs. They'd asked her to come, too, but she'd begged off citing vague queasiness from her pregnancy. Her mother understood that condition all too well, so the excuse worked just fine. 

And so it was that Terry was home alone and taking nude photos of herself with their digital camera. 

She transferred the pictures to the computer quickly and cropped them down tight on her body. Then she used the airbrush feature on her editing program to cover her eyes with fuzzy black bars in each picture. Okay, that was nice. But what would she say?

Terry sat staring at the screen a long time, trying to think of the proper words for her benevolent betrayal. 

#

Across the street, Cathy Burton was sitting with her grandparent's on the couch in their back room eating pizza. They were watching old home videos, starting with the really old stuff where they used to actually record people wearing clothing. She hadn't decided if she wanted to have sex with them yet, and she supposed they were taking her along memory lane slowly. 

"Yes, that's your father," Betty said, proudly, as they watched a twenty years younger Kent Burton standing with a plate of food at a picnic. "Feisty young man then. And here comes your mother out to join him. They weren't married yet."

Sally came out with a heaped paper plate and a beverage and joined him where he stood in the foreground while other relatives could be seen at a picnic table eating their food. 

"I would like to introduce my fiancée," Kent said, on camera. "Sally Kowalski has consented to join me in matrimony and, of course, join this family in the long, strange journey we're on."

"Hello," Sally said, grinning somewhat shyly. "Okay, Ralph. I said hello. Now can I go eat?"

"Oh, go ahead." Ralph's voice, loudly, from off camera. The picture was cut off and replaced by a scene of what appeared to be the camera moving down a dark hallway. 

"Your father thought it would be funny to surprise your mom that night," Betty explained. "He sneaked off with the camera after she was asleep for this little scene."

"What did he . . ." Cathy began. 

"Just watch. This is proof positive that your father isn't nearly as smart as he leads on. Didn't used to be, anyway."

The camera came to a closed door at the end of the hallway, light from the camera reflected brightly from the wood. "Okay," Kent whispered from off camera. "Let's see what young miss Sally is up to, shall we?" He sounded quite pleased with himself.

The door was pushed open and the camera moved over to the bed, its low wattage spot light making a circle of light on the woman sleeping in the bed. Kent's hand moved in from the left side and grasped the sheet covering her. He flipped it off the slumbering woman with one sharp movement and revealed her lying naked there. "Hey, Honey!" Kent shouted. 

"What?" Sally woke up with a start, disoriented at first but not for long. "Kent! You asshole!" She swung her pillow at the camera, backing him up with her attack as she kept battering him with it. Finally, the camera flew to the side, apparently knocked from his hands. The picture went out, but the audio stayed on. 

"I hope you didn't break it," Kent said. 

"Yeah? Fuck you. Go sleep someplace else tonight," was Sally's reply.

"Had to buy a new camera," Ralph said, chuckling. "She was pissed at him all the next morning, too."

"You would be too," Betty said. 

"Hell yeah, what an asshole," Cathy agreed. "This family reunion stuff is cool and all, but when did you guys start with the fun videos?"

"Hold your horses," Ralph said. "That's coming up soon."

#

Emily and Danny had begun what ended up being a sort of game of strip tag in the kitchen when loading the dishwasher. Emily had splashed water on the tee she was wearing, and Danny said, "Here, let's get that wet thing off of you."

She resisted a little bit, but she ended up finishing dishes in her bra. Then she splashed water on her son and said, "Oh, goodness. You'd better get out of that or you'll catch your death of cold." She pinned the laughing boy against the counter and tugged on his shirt. 

"And you shouldn't be wearing those heavy pants," Danny said. It was more of a struggle, but he managed to pin her to the floor and get them off without damaging anything. Then he stood and walked quickly from the room, but not quickly enough to avoid being caught had having his trousers pulled down. 

That led to a chase down the short hall to her mother's office, where he trapped her and got her bra off. She caught him in the hall by the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down far enough to trip him. She leaped over the sprawled youth, laughing as she ran to the living room. 

He caught her there. When she tried to get around him by jumping up onto the couch, he caught her underwear in one hand and pulled it down while pinning her to the wall with the other. Lifting one leg up, he snuggled his face up to his mother's crotch and began probing for her clitoris with his tongue.

"That tickles," Emily was saying as she stood against the living room wall. "Slow down. I'm not running away any more." 

He did slow down, and he began using his hand to open her up to his oral loving, and that was the position they were in when Albert and Laurel drove by. 

He kept her up against the wall, moving one, two, and finally four fingers in and out of his mother's wet snatch while she panted in short, ragged breaths and held herself open for his tongue to reach her clit unimpeded. Then her legs began to shake, and she couldn't stand any longer. She collapsed to the back of the couch and then down to the cushions with his hand still half way inside of her. 

"Shove it in, boy," she said, her eyes wild. "Fist me, baby. Fist your mama, you cunt licking stud."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 12



Danny watched very closely when he folded his thumb up into the palm of his hand and slid it inside of his mother's body. He watched it disappear up past the heel of his hand as he curled his fingers carefully inside of her. This was a sight he didn't want to forget. When his hand was buried up to the wrist, he started twisting it slightly back and forth as he sucked harder on her swollen clit. 

The effect was instantaneous. His mother writhed against him, screaming loudly, "Oh, yea, baby! Make me cum! I'm cumming! I'm, ahhhhhh!" Her pussy tightened on his hand, her buttocks clenched and her legs kicked wildly as she came in wave after wave of pure physical delight. He son's wrist was about the size of Big Wally, and his fist felt like an animal in her womb. 

Her screams brought Robert running in from the back yard. "What's wrong," he began, then stopped, laughing. "Oh, nothing is wrong."

Emily lay limply on the couch as Danny worked his hand free of her body. "Shit, Dad, Mom really gets off on that, huh?"

"Yes, sometimes," Robert said, watching his quivering wife begin to stand unsteadily. "But don't expect to feel much for awhile if you fuck her. It kinda stretches her out."

"Hey, now," Emily protested, with a light slap on her husband's chest. "I'm not all stretched out."

"Not usually. Only after you've had somebody's arm in you up to the elbow," he said, laughing. "That tends to stretch things a bit."

"Yeah, well I'll stretch you," she said, leaning up to kiss him. 

"Promises, promises," Robert responded as he walked over and closed the drapes. 

"Don't believe me?" Emily took Robert's hand and began leading him toward the stairs. 

"Mom!" Danny called, sounding a bit put out by this turn of events. "Don't leave me standing here wasting a perfectly good hard-on!"

"You come along, too," she called out to him. "You won't waste that stiffy if you get it upstairs and put it in my mouth. Your father can have my pussy. I don't imagine he wants his only son to be disappointed trying to screw a floppy old, stretched out cunt."

They all hurried upstairs. 

"See how that works?" Robert said to his son. "If you insult her pussy, she'll make you fuck it just to prove that you're wrong."

#

Terry finally got it right and finished typing her message. By reading over what other's had written, and applying it to her special condition, she'd come up with an advertisement that she felt would do the trick. 

"6 MONTHS AND COUNTING!

Call me Mama. I'm a knocked up MILF looking for fun. I hope you like my kind of fun, too. My special condition won't last forever. If you want to experience me in all my glory, call now. 

I know how to please a man in every way, and I can even provide my own beverage for your pleasure. 

Call now and leave a message. I'll call right back to set up an appointment. Fees and services will not be discussed over the telephone. 200hr / 150h hr

Outcall only. Week Days between Nine and Four only. Call today."

She read it one more time, and then opened the browser and went to the website of "The Back Pages," a classified ad listing covering every possible service or need, banal or exotic. In the section labeled, "Adult Entertainment / Escorts" she clicked on the button to post an ad. 

"Okay, honey," she said to herself. "Here we go." Taking a deep breath, she began the process of posting her listing and a selection of three pictures. 

It only took a couple minutes and she was ready to go. Her ad wouldn't appear for between four to twenty-hours, but once there, she had paid to have it run every day for two weeks. Now she could only hope that the love of pregnant women was as universal as it seemed to be in her neighborhood. 

With the cost of the ad and the pay as you go cell phone, she'd put about a hundred and fifty dollars into this venture. It better pay off, because, even with John back working full time, they were sinking fast. 

CHAPTER FOUR, Father's Day

Tania Mosswell prepared a breakfast of scrambled eggs and fried ham for their meal after returning from church Sunday morning. It was a somewhat subdued meal, since Sherona would be leaving that afternoon, but the fact that it was Father's Day livened things up just a bit. 

Tania gave Robert a neck tie done in such hideous colors that it was sure never to match anything he owned. "I expect to see you wearing that to school in the fall," she said, managing to keep a straight face. 

"You wear that tie they're gonna lock you up for indecent exposure," Sherona said. "Better start thinking up excuses not to wear it."

"Thanks dear," he said, grinning. He knew that his actual gift would be coming later.

Tillman gave him a Duke Ellington CD, beaming at the happy look on his father's face when he opened it. 

"Thank you, Tillman," Robert said. 

"I don't have anything, Daddy," Sherona told him. "Sorry."

"Sorry? Your visit was present enough, honey, you know that. I don't know why you guys bother with presents anyway," he said. "It's just a made up holiday."

"What?" Tillman said, feigning shock. "Okay, give me back the CD then. I can still return it if it's not opened."

"No way." Robert held the CD away from his son. "No take backs."

About an hour later, Sherona emerged from her room barefoot and wearing her long robe. She looked into the living room and saw her mother relaxing with a movie on television. Her brother had other things to do. Her father was in the family room sitting in the wing back chair and listening to his new CD while he read the paper. Sherona entered and closed the door behind her.

"Daddy?" she said, somewhat timidly. She looked at her father with careful brown eyes, seeming to size him up like a new acquaintance rather than her father. 

"Yes, dear?" Robert looked up from his paper and smiled. He though he had the best looking daughter on earth just then. In fact, the way she leaned back against the door and looked at him from beneath her slightly lowered eyelids made him think of more than a daughter's beauty, and his cock firmed partially in response to his thoughts. "What you need, sugar?"

"Well, I lied earlier," she said, walking slowly toward him then. She seemed to be moving her hips a bit more than normal and letting her upper body sway just a bit so that her breasts moved visibly behind the concealing fabric. 

"What's that, Sherona?"

"I do have a Father's Day gift for you," she said, licking her lower lip. She stood right in front of him and clasped her hands behind her back, pushing her chest forward somewhat.

"You didn't have to," Robert said, but Sherona shook her head with a smile.

"It's really a gift for both of us, Daddy," she said. "I just want you to know that you can turn it down if you want. I won't feel bad."

"How could I turn down a gift from you?" Robert was totally confused. She wasn't carrying a gift, so there wasn't really anything for him to turn down.

"Well, I hope you won't say no," Sherona said, seeming to breathe faster then. "Cause I think you'll like it, and I know I will." She brought her hands around and gripped the belt of her robe where she'd tied it and pulled the loose knot apart. 

"I bet I will like . . ." That was as far as Robert got. 

Sherona pulled her rope open and shrugged it back onto the floor to reveal herself standing totally naked in front of her shocked father. 

Her skin was a flawless expanse of milk chocolate brown, and Robert let his eyes move down from the tentative smile on her face and over the sloping landscape of her large breasts and the curve of her belly to the enticing opening of her womanhood. His mouth hung open as he stared, unable to get his mind to do anything further. Her hips were muscled but softly rounded, like her mother's hips. Her breasts were larger than her mother's, and they had larger areola than her mother's too. Her pussy was, well, he couldn't compare it from where he was sitting. 

Sherona removed the newspaper from his pliant fingers and gently moved his legs apart while maintaining eye contact. She knelt and moved her hand over her father's tumescent cock, fondling it through the fabric of his slacks. "You said my visit was gift enough? Well, I'd like to have a real good visit with you, Daddy. I want to give you everything. You think I could do that?"

"I, uh, well . . ." He worked his tongue to get enough spit in his mouth to talk. "I would like that very much, honey," he finally said. "Like it a whole lot, in fact."

"Good," she said, unbuttoning his slacks. "So can I see your cock now Daddy? I want to see what I'm going to have ramming into me soon." She tugged at the zipper. 

Her words made his heart beat even harder, and he had thought it had already reached its limit. He lifted himself just a bit and his oldest daughter pulled his pants and shorts down to release his raging hard-on. 

"That's a fine looking cock, Daddy." Sherona grasped his cock in her hand, prompting a sigh to escape his lips. "A beautiful cock." She stroked him slowly, looking into his eyes and smiling. "A tasty cock, too, I bet." She lowered her mouth to it, kissing the dark head of her father's cock and then holding it in front of her open mouth and lapping at it lightly with her tongue while staring up into her father's eyes. "Oh, yes. Very tasty. And I bet when you cum, that'll be tasty, too."

"But, no, we shouldn't . . ."

"Waste it?" she completed for him. "Are you afraid I won't give you my pussy, too?"

"Uh, well . . ."

"Don't worry, Daddy. I'm giving you the whole package for Father's Day. My mouth." She licked the entire length of his cock. "My cunt." She sucked hard on the head, pumping a couple times. "My tight little asshole if you want it." She lifted his nut sack to suck one of his balls into her mouth. "We'll go around the world, Daddy, but I'm going to start with this hard, tasty, beautiful cock."

Sherona began sucking her father's cock in earnest then, stroking his shaft slowly and moving her mouth with the strokes to take him to the back of her mouth and then up to where her tongue circled the hard, purple head. Up and down, in and out, she lavished attention on her father as he sat back staring at her in wonder and breathing with increasingly ragged breaths. 

Robert could not believe what was happening. There was his darling daughter kneeling between his legs with his cock in her beautiful mouth and her big, soft breasts brushing the inside of his thighs with every movement she made on his cock. It wasn't going to take long for her to milk the cum out of his balls. He could imagine the sight of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth, the sight of it on her tongue. His cum. Her father's cum!

"Oh, honey," he whispered, gripping the arms of the chair as he felt the surge within him. "Oh, yeah, suck Daddy's cock just like that. I'm going to fill your mouth! F, fill you with c, cum."

A spurt of cum shot into Sherona's mouth from her father's twitching cock, and she swallowed it as she pulled his dick out to take the next, larger shot, on her cheek. Smiling at her father, pumping his spurting cock, she opened her mouth wide and let him see his cum entering her mouth. She let him watch her take it on her tongue and swallow it. Then she sucked him again, pumping until there was nothing more to draw out.

"I was right," she said, wiping an index finger across her cheek to pick up the cum that adorned it. "You've got tasty cum, Daddy." She put the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean, smiling. "Damn tasty cum. Maybe you want to see what my pussy tastes like while you reload your gun. Would you like that, Daddy?"

"Oh, you're damn right I'd like that, honey," he said. "Give Daddy a little taste of that fine pussy."

Robert stood and struggled out of his clothing as fast as he could. Sherona sat on the chair in his place and put one leg up over one of the arms, her pussy opening just a bit to show pink. When Robert knelt before his daughter, the smell of excited womanhood filled his nose and he found her pussy to be wet and inviting with her labia already distended a bit in her excitement. He leaned in to put his mouth on the exposed pink flesh and suck just a bit. He lapped his tongue up over her lower lips to her hard clit and reveled in the total experience of his daughter's womanhood. 

Sherona held the back of her father's head in both hands and threw her other leg up over the other arm of the chair. She moaned and quivered against his mouth, feeling her orgasm already arriving from the work his experienced mouth was doing and the novelty of the moment. She wanted to cum and cum until she could cum no more. She wanted her father to fulfill her as no man had ever done, and she felt sure he could do it. 

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried. "I'm cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming!"

#

Tillman waited for about five minutes after his sister entered the room with her father. Once he felt certain that he hadn't rejected her gift, he walked to the living room where his mother sat watching the end of the movie. 

"Mom?" he said in a quizzical tone. "Have you seen my gray shirt?" he asked. "I looked everywhere and can't see it."

"Must be in your closet, dear," she said as the credits began to roll. "Or, did you check the wash?" 

"I looked everywhere," he said, sounding a bit more than helpless. 

"Okay, I'll take a look," she said, getting up from the couch. "I'll bet it's right in front of you."

Tillman shrugged and followed his mother downstairs and into the laundry room where she searched the dryer. He watched her bend over, appreciating the firm roundness of his mother's butt under the simple housedress she wore. He liked it that his mother preferred to wear a light dress around the house. He liked the shape of her legs extending from beneath it. And, today, he liked the lack of zippers and snaps. 

"Gotta be in your closet," she said, leading the way into his room where she stared at the clothing hanging in his closet. "No, I guess not. Hey, baby, what's that?" she said, resting her hands on her knees and leaning in to peer in at the closet floor. "Your shirt is all wadded up on the floor!" 

As his mother was looking into the closet, Tillman unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. He stepped out of them and pulled his tee shirt over his head as she began to reach in toward the shirt on the floor. Just as she was picking it up, Tillman grabbed her around the waist and lifted her from the ground.

"What? Hey, Tillman, what kinda game you playing?" she said, laughing. She hadn't noticed his state of undress yet and wasn't alarmed when he lowered her onto the edge of his bed so that her torso bounced on the mattress as her feet regained the floor. And then her son grasped the hem of her dress and pulled up all the way to her arm pits before she knew what was happening.

"What the hell? Jesus, Tillman, you . . ."

He pulled the dress over her head, pulling her arms up and pinning them, and then twisted the garment and held it tightly in one hand. While he pushed her down on the bed and held the dress in place with that hand, the other was busy pulling his mother's underwear down to her ankles

"What are you doing?" she cried out, her voice muffled against his bed as she struggled to free herself. "Stop! Stop it baby! Stop!"

Tillman stepped on her underwear where it was stretched between her feet and hoisted up on her belly, raising her feet up and out of the garment. He kneed her legs apart and pressed his iron hard cock against the crevice between her buttocks as he reached up to where he had already placed a small dish with a dollop of K-Y jelly inside. He used three fingers to bring a portion of the lubricant down and around to his mother's pussy and rubbed it up into her. 

"Let me up, boy!" She wasn't struggling now, just holding still as though marshalling her energy for when his guard was down. "I won't be angry. Won't tell your daddy. Just let me up."

Tillman knew this was the moment of truth. He had to let go of the garment that restrained her arms some time, and he had to get his cock into her before she might have a chance to struggle again. He took a deep breath and moved his cock up and down on his mother's ass, watching his movement against her crack, and then he let go of the dress.

His mother pulled the dress down from her head and began to push herself up from the bed just as he flexed his knees and took his cock in hand and down between her legs. Before she could voice another objection he was in her and he slammed himself fully in, his movement pushing her roughly down on the bed again. In, in, in he drove himself into his mother's pussy. In, in, inside the hot, wet tunnel of her cunt. 

Tania had been shocked when he lifted her from the floor but not unduly alarmed. When he pulled her dress up to expose her backside, she'd felt a moment of fear shiver through her. What was he going to do to her? She knew the answer, of course, and though the idea of being taken in this manner by her son wasn't what she'd dreamed of, she really didn't mind. It was her pride that made her struggle, not any sense of propriety. She didn't want her son's first sight of her body to be her fat ass with panty marks dug into it.

And then he entered her body with his. Her little boy slammed his cock hard into her pussy, hitting the complete depth of her and then driving in again and again while his broad hands grasped her hips with crushing force. 

"Oh, Jesus, Tillman," she cried out now. "God, yes, please! Fuck your mommy! Fuck your mama hard, little boy!"

"Oh, yeah, Mama! Cum for me, Mama! Cum for me!" He slammed in even harder, driving his mother down against his bed as he moved his hands up and beneath her bra, holding her breasts and pulling her back against him.

Tania came as suddenly as he had taken her and shivered in the grip of her climax, crying out, "I'm cumming! Jesus, Till! Mommy's cumming!"

And Tillman grasped her hair in one hand, pulling her back by her hair and one breast as he felt her tightening around him. "Jesus, yes, Mama!" he whispered against her back. "I'm gonna fill your cunt with my juice right now, Mom. Gonna fill Mama with my cum."

And he did just that, squirting shot after shot of his hot cum into his mother's pussy until he lay spent against her back on his bed and let himself slip out of that warm haven. 

#

Robert rose from Sherona's pussy to put his mouth to her breast and suck at the nipple with urgent vigor. The blowjob his daughter had given him hadn't drained him but renewed him, making him even more for eager for her body. He had to have it all if only for an hour before she returned to her own home. 

He captured her lips with his, holding them as though to consume them entirely. Then he lifted and turned her to lean against the arms of the chair so he could move his cock up and down against the dewy entrance of her sex and slid his cock home inside his daughter. 

"Oh, shit, Daddy!" Sherona cried out. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly, holding on as her father slammed himself into her over and over. He reached around to rub her clit with one hand, continuing his motion inside of her. Soon, she was climaxing with a howling cry of pleasure. 

Her father threw her to the floor after her orgasm and dropped to roll her legs up over his shoulders and drive himself into her again until he'd brought forth another climax. 

Frenzied now, he rolled her to her side and pushed her upper leg against her chest to slam himself into her again. Harder and harder still, he pushed himself into her with a rapid piston motion as he rolled her to her stomach and fucked her flat against the floor until his cock popped free in his urgent efforts. He didn't stop but slid his cock once up the crack of his daughter's ass, and then pulled her buttocks apart and pressed his cock against her anus. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 13



PART THIRTEEN: Family Ties

CHAPTER ONE, Queen Bitch

It would be an overstatement to say that nobody liked Cherie Mosswell. Lots of people liked her. They just didn't like her for long. Though they didn't want to admit it, her family was pretty much in the same boat. The day she moved out of the house was a blessed day for one and all. 

"Where is everyone?" Cherie demanded as she started toward the stairs, her stout little face set in a determined glare. 

"Hey, Cher." Tillman emerged from the upstairs hall just straightening his tee shirt and wearing a smile much larger than Cherie would normally warrant. "What's up with you? Get fired?"

"It's summer time you fool!" his sister exclaimed, hands on her hips. "I get vacation just like everybody. Two weeks." She stared her brother down as he descended the steps two at a time. Her lower lip stuck out defiantly, giving her round face a look of comic hostility. 

"You better start working out, Tilly," she said. "Little hop down the stairs got you sweating. You in damn poor shape."

"Yeah, well you could do with some exercise, too," he retorted, knowing he shouldn't get into it with her right at this moment. 

She glared at him as he passed her, looking poised to strike. She was five foot two, a round woman with a round face and round breasts that seemed to have been attached as an afterthought to her round body. Her backside was round and then some. All of her body was firm, and there was nothing really fat about her roundness. She was just built round. 

Tillman looked at her in a different light now. She wasn't unattractive. No, on the rare occasions when she smiled, she was quite pretty. And her body was something that most men would like to tussle with at least once. He began wondering what she was like sexually, and what she liked to do. No, the question would be what she would be willing to do. He couldn't picture her doing anything in bed without lengthy negotiations and downright begging. 

"Where's Daddy?" she asked. 

"Downstairs, I think," Tillman said, casually. "Should be up in a minute. Mom's upstairs. I think she was taking a shower, or something."

Cherie began walking up the stairs. "I'd have been here sooner 'cept for the damn road construction. I'll just go up and . . ."

"You staying for the whole two weeks?" Tillman asked quickly, stopping her at the second step. 

"I'm not spending my vacation here, fool," she snapped at him. "I'm just stopping in on my way to New York. Why in hell would I want to spend time here?"

"Because we're your loving family," Tania said as she emerged from the upstairs hall. She was belting a robe and wearing her slippers, but, thought she'd brushed it, her hair was still a bit frazzled from her recent activities. 

"Yeah, sure, Mama." Cherie kissed her mother when she got down the stairs, her nose crinkling just a bit. "Guess you haven't showered yet," she said. 

"No, I was just about to," Tania said sourly. 

"Still little Miss Tact, aren't you Cherie?" Tillman laughed. 

"Shut up, you fool." She rolled her eyes and turned back to her mother. "You don't mind putting up with me for a couple days, do you? I'm gonna meet a girlfriend in New York this week. Be back here for the weekend. That okay?"

"Of course," Tania said. "Are you hungry?"

"I stopped for a burger when I was driving around through all that damn construction. Took me a good two hours extra. Always fixing but it never gets fixed."

"Well, you've got to learn to read a detour sign," Tillman said.

"Hey, kitten," Robert said as he came out of the kitchen, forestalling Cherie's retort to her brother. "Moving back in?"

"God, Daddy, you should be so lucky," Cherie said, smiling for the first time. When she looked at her father, she was always in a better mood. Not necessarily a good mood, but certainly better. 

"Yes, we should." Robert gave his daughter a big hug while winking at his wife over her head. "Come on and I'll rustle up something for you to eat."

"That would be great, Daddy," she said, following him to the kitchen. 

Tania eyed her son closely. "Be nice," she said. "No matter what, be nice."

CHAPTER TWO, A Good Day's Work

Terry Carter kissed her husband at the front door at a quarter to eight on Monday morning, bidding him a good day at work as he left. Once he was out of the house, Terry hurried to dress the children, Kyle and Kristy, and then called Jennifer Peterson. 

"Hi, it's Terry," she said to her friend when she answered. "I know it's short notice, but I got called in to do some short term subbing at the school. They're just starting the summer session and a teacher broke something or other. Their bad luck is my good, I guess. I was hoping you might be able to watch the kids today. I'll line up something else for the rest of the week. No, no, you don't have to do it. I couldn't impose on you like that," she said, countering Jennifer's arguments for her to baby sit all week even while hoping she might do just that. Finally, after arranging for Jennifer to come over in about ten minutes, she ran to the quickly to get ready for her day.

Terry had prepared for her day by taking a room at the Comfort Inn with two medium suitcases containing what she felt she might need for a few days. That would allow her to leave the house dressed like a school teacher and still be able to look the part of an escort once at the hotel without having Jenny see her leave carrying suitcases. 

She was checking her hair in the bathroom vanity when Jenny Peterson knocked and entered. "Hello! Your cab is here!" she called. 

"Oh, goodness," Terry said, sounding flustered as she hurried out to greet the other woman. "Thank you, Jenny. Thanks a million."

"No problem. And, if they keep you on, don't you worry about it. Summer school is only a month or so anyway, right?"

"I suppose so. Thanks again." On impulse, Terry placed one hand on the side of Jenny's face and kissed her on the lips. "You're a life saver."

"Get going so you aren't late," Jenny said, shooing her out the door. "I'll see you later."

And so Terry escaped the house carrying a briefcase that contained her special cell phone and the appointment list she'd jotted down on her pad as well as the hotel room key. She got into the cab and asked to go to the airport. 

It only took twenty minutes to get to the airport. Once there, she took the shuttle to the motel and entered through a side entrance and went directly to her second floor room. It was nine o'clock. 

Terry tore off her teaching disguise and hung it quickly. A garter belt was out, but she put on a pair of lace top stretch nylons and sheer panties as well as a low cut maternity bra. Then she took a maternity dress from her case and held it up to herself before the mirror. She wasn't looking for sexy. The underwear would do that. She was hoping to emphasize her pregnancy with a dress that was just a week or so too small for her. When she put it on, her breasts swelled up at the scoop neck and her belly filled the skirt so much that it didn't hang even at the hem but rose in front about an inch. 

Terry smiled. She couldn't look any more pregnant than that. 

She took a double bed sheet out of the other suitcase and spread it on top of the hotel comforter. There was no telling what germs were on that thing. Besides, she imagined that call girls would have to cover their beds in something if they were to have any great number of clients in a day. They couldn't spend all their time changing sheets, could they?

She was ready by nine-twenty. Stepping into a pair of flats, Terry paced the room a moment before going down. She didn't want to be waiting in the small lobby. Pregnant or not, loitering might attract the wrong type of attention.

Okay, let's get busy.

#

Laurel Cassidy carried her suitcase down from their suite at nine twenty-five that morning. The twins were lagging behind, of course, and her father and already taken Sharon and Gail down to pay the bill. It was time to take the plunge into a new life.  

It was going to be a very interesting life, maybe not to her liking, but interesting anyway. The whole concept of group sex was a bit frightening to her. And sex outside her family was more frightening still. She hadn't done it with anyone but her father or brothers in nearly a year. If she didn't need to risk disappointment, why bother? It wasn't as if boys were beating her door down to get at her pussy. 

She got into the mini van with Sharon and sat beside Gail strapped into her chair in the back seat thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Danny and Tillman were very nice, after all. Even if they didn't find her body alluring, they'd at least be kind about it.

"Ready to go?" Sharon asked. 

"As ready as I'll ever be," she said, trying to sound chipper. It was the truth, after all. She wouldn't know how ready she needed to be until after she got there. Then it would be too late to do anything about it.

#

Elaine stood at the counter in Forget-Me-Not florists and waited for someone to come through the door. She'd already done the watering and cleaned the counters. All she needed now was someone to order something. Her boss was busy in the back making an arrangement of flowers for someone's sick room, but that was it so far for today. The business worked like that: you were extremely busy until you weren't, and then you were extremely bored. 

As she stood at the counter, she was thinking of a place downtown that she'd read about on a less than reputable website. Casbah Adult Books and Novelties was apparently more than books and novelties. It had been built in an old movie theater, and they'd left enough of the theater to show vintage porn or host porn parties. The other thing they had was a Gloryhole. 

Elaine couldn't escape the image of an anonymous cock poking through a hole cut into a wall and a woman kneeling to suck the stranger dry. She couldn't quit thinking of the possibilities, and wondered how fast a woman could move men along the line if she tried hard enough. How much cum would she get in that manner?

Apparently, this gloryhole was primarily heterosexual in use. The website said that the place was popular with men and women on their way home from work on week days and on into the night, when they didn't close until midnight. 

It was about nine-forty in the morning now. She wondered if the day was going to get busier or not. If not, maybe Mr. Wembly would let her go early. He was a kindly old man, so he might say yes. She probably wouldn't have to blow him, or anything.

#

"Jason?" Terry had approached a nervous looking young man in jeans and a polo shirt who walked through the door at 9:35. When he nodded, she smiled and said, "Oh, great to see you. So how are your parents?" She led him quickly out of the lobby and away from the bored desk clerk. Once they were safely out of earshot, she relaxed. 

"You're cute," she said. He shrugged, wearing a sheepish smile. "A little nervous?" 

"A little, I guess."

"Well, let's take care of those nerves right off, okay?"

When she let him into the room, she said, "Could you unzip me, dear?" She turned and held her hair up for him to run the zipper down in back. He got it down after a bit of fumbling, and then she said. "Now could you help get this dress off of my big old belly, honey? I want us both to get comfortable."

"Yes, ma'am," he said. 

"Do I look like a ma'am?" Terry allowed him to move his hands over her belly and push the dress down and to the floor. 

"Well, no," he admitted, staring at her belly. 

"Okay, so just call me Mama, like my ad says. Of course, I'll answer to a great many things. If you think of any dirty names as we go along, feel free to use them."

"Can I, you know, touch?" He asked, looking at her reverently. 

"Of course, dear. You're paying for the privilege. She grasped the buckle of his belt and pulled him closer. "While you're doing that, let's get you out of these clothes. That nice hard cock might rip something." 

Jason blushed, and giggled a bit at her touch. "I'm ticklish," he said. "Maybe I better do it."

"Do it fast," she said, licking her lips. "I want to see your cock, big boy. I hope you're not shy."

The speed in which he removed his clothing was proof that he wasn't shy at all.

"Nice," Terry said, when he'd revealed his hard penis. She reached out to grasp his cock firmly and slide his foreskin up and down a bit "Real nice. Let's get started. Half an hour isn't much time if we're going to spend it talking. Hop up on the bed, big boy. Mama's got something for you." 

Jason hurried onto the bed with his cock waving back and forth in front of him. He was thin but with the muscled physique of a working man, and Terry could appreciate how straight and hard his uncircumcised cock was. He was built a bit like her husband, John, and that gave her a moment of panic as she thought of what she was doing. But they needed the money, didn't they?

Money. She hadn't been paid. 

Smiling at her own ineptitude, she picked up his pants and laid them on the bed beside the reclining man. "I think you have something for me. Better just lay it on the table there and we'll have all the unpleasant stuff done with."

"Oh, shit." Jason blushed and grinned foolishly as he snatched up the trousers and reached into a pocket. "Probably thought I was gonna try and get away with a free one." He tossed his money up on the table beside the bedside lamp. 

"No, I wasn't worried," Terry said as she reached out to stroke one finger lightly along the length of his shaft. "You're an honest man."

Jason's breath came faster at the touch of her finger, and he moaned just a bit.

Terry stood bedside the bed where her belly was within his reach. She undid her bra, letting it fall away, and his eyes widened when her milk heavy breasts fell onto her belly. A single drop of milk escaped her right nipple and dripped onto her belly.  

Jason had to open his mouth to get enough air in now. He reached one trembling hand out to stroke over the damp trail on her belly and then reached up to touch the source of the moisture. "That's beautiful," he said quietly. 

"So is your cock, Jason." 

Terry removed her underwear. Then she picked up a condom package from the table and got up to kneel on the bed. She grasped his twitching cock and pulled the foreskin down to reveal the purple head. She stroked it slowly, and then knelt over to run her tongue up over the shaft and give the glans a brief kiss. When she held him again, stroking, some pre-cum emerged to dribble over the head of his cock. She opened the package and applied the rubber to his cock, rolling it down slowly and then stroking her fingers over his balls. 

"Do you like to have your balls sucked?" she asked him. She took him into her mouth, sliding down and up to end with a swirling motion of her tongue on the head.

"Oh, yes," he said, working a swallow in between deep, excited breaths. "I'd love that."

"Thought so," Terry said. She lifted his scrotum and sucked one testicle into her mouth, laving it with her tongue as he moaned. She applied the same attention to the other one, and then she sucked them both while pumping his cock slowly with one hand. 

"That's nice," he said, shuddering slightly. 

"But this is the big boy right here." Terry put her mouth back on his cock, sucking and pumping. "This is the important part." She fondled his balls with one while sucking and stroking him. "Like that?"

"Yes, oh yes. But, can I? You know," Jason stammered. He stopped, unsure of how to ask. "Can I play with them? Your tits?"

"You want to milk me, honey?" Terry looked up from his cock and smiled. "I'd like that. My breasts are so full of milk that they're starting to hurt me, Jason, and I'd love to have you relieve my pressure while I relieve yours. Would you like that, honey?"

He nodded, watching her in awe. Her heavy breasts quivered with every movement, sliding slightly atop her belly when she moved. 

"Lean up against the headboard, dear."

Jason moved farther up on the bed, and Terry straddled his legs, his cock just against her pubic mound. She leaned forward, rubbing her pussy against his cock and saying, "Take a hold of my full breasts. Hold them. Squeeze them. I want to see you milking them."

Jason couldn't believe his luck. After all the time scanning the back page ads, he'd never actually called one of the numbers. Not until this one. He couldn't help but call this one. Maybe pregnant women had always turned him on, or maybe it was because his wife didn't want to take time to have children. It didn't matter. The sight of Terry's growing belly in her ad had given him an erection that wouldn't quit until he'd called her.

He reached up now and held her breasts, noting the heat and weight of them. He squeezed gently and a dribble of milk emerged from both nipples. The woman above him sighed, licking her lips and watching him. He squeezed harder and was rewarded by multiple fine sprays of milk from both breasts that shot out against his face and chest. 

Jason nearly came when the milk hit him. The heat of her milk and the dirty excitement of squeezing it out of her was nearly too much, and the movement of her pussy as she rocked it back and forth almost milked him, too. "Slow down," he whispered. "I don't want to be done too soon." 

Terry lifted herself up and over his cock so that just the head of it touched her butt when she moved. She brought her milk heavy breasts closer to his mouth. "Have a little drink," she said. "It'll be good for you."

Jason placed his lips on one nipple and sucked. His mouth was filled with rather sweet tasting milk. It was a pleasant taste, and he wanted more. He sucked harder, squeezing the breast so that it shot into his mouth. He suckled ravenously, swallowing as though his life depended on her flow. As he did, he grasped her broad butt with one hand, and then both, squeezing in rhythmic contractions that matched the pressure of his mouth on her breast. 

He wanted to be in her, now. He wanted her hot milk spraying all over him while she moved on his cock. "Fuck me," he said. "Fuck me and soak me."

Terry mounted him, taking him into herself easily because the activity had made her so wet. She felt an orgasm coming on, and she didn't fight it. She moved up and down on his cock, her belly jiggling slightly, and squeezed milk from her breasts onto her partner's face. And then she came, her pussy tightening on him as she lost her rhythm to the pulse of her climax. 

"Fuck me, stud." Terry got up and lay down on the bed with her legs spread. "Fuck me."

Jason moved on top of her and opened her legs wider. He studied her swollen pussy a moment, and then he kissed her belly once and positioned himself at the entrance of her magnificent sex. Milk was still dribbling from her breasts as he slid himself into her and began moving deep inside her wonderful, pregnant cunt. 

"Oh, yes, honey. Fuck my cunt. And then I bet you want to cum on my tits."

"Oh, yes," he moaned nodding. The mention of that brought him just to the edge, and he stopped. He moved to her side stroking his cock. 

"I can do that," she cooed. Terry took him into her mouth quickly, sucking at the head. Then she rolled the condom off and began pumping his cock over her breasts as she looked up at the man kneeling beside her. "Cum for me, baby," she said. "Shoot all over my tits. I want your hot cum on me."

The experienced movement of her hand brought his semen up and out in a spurt that hit one breast and ran down between them. She aimed his second shot at the other breast, smiling up at him, and continuing to pump until he was empty and couldn't stand her touch any more. He stumbled back off of the bed and stood staring at her, dripping onto the floor. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 13



She was lying on her back with his cum glistening on her breasts as they lay spread against her rib cage. She was smiling. She was beautiful. 

"Thanks, ma'am," he said. "Mama."

"That's better."

"Can we . . . next week, too?"

"Yes. Same time, but you should call that morning and I'll tell you where I'll be." Terry was overjoyed at the prospect of having a regular customer to rely on, especially this sweet young man. 

"Great." He dressed quickly. "You're wonderful," he told her. "Really."

"Thank you, dear," she replied. 

When he was gone, Terry got up quickly and stripped the sheet from the bed. She tossed it into the closet and then went into the shower to clean up. After her shower, she took out another sheet and laid it on top of the spread. Her cell phone rang, and she answered. It was her next customer following instructions and calling to ask for her room number. He was in the parking lot. He was on his way up. 

Terry waited sitting quietly on the bed and thinking. Three men a day? Maybe four? That's six to eight hundred a day if they each buy an hour. And who knows what they might pay extra for. She might not want to quit after the baby is born. At this rate of pay, she might never want to quit. 

CHAPTER THREE, Secrets

Elaine leaned on the counter shifting her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other and waited for business. Her pussy was telling her to either get laid or get busy. It was one o'clock, and they hadn't had a customer yet. 

"Elaine," Mr Wembly came out of the back room drying his hands. "It's dead today. You can go home if you'd like."

"Leave?"

"Yes, but you don't have to if you don't want. I mean, if you lose hours you'll lose pay, and I can't ask you to do that."

"I'd lose pay, but I might keep my sanity," she said, smiling. 

Mr. Wembly laughed. "That's good," he said. "Yes, your sanity. Go on home. Go and enjoy a summer day."

Elaine was out of there in less than five minutes, flying out before something might happen to ruin her good luck. She turned her car toward home with every intention of going there. But, if she turned the other direction, she could satisfy her curiosity about the gloryhole. It wouldn't hurt to take a look, right? Nobody expected her home until after five, anyway. And so, telling herself that it was only curiosity driving her on, she changed direction and drove toward Casbah Adult Books and Novelties. 

#

Karen Jenkins was pulling weeds from the flower bed in front of their house while her husband mowed the lawn. Since they were both school teachers they had time to be together like this, either doing chores of having fun. Karen had been avoiding togetherness lately. Since they'd found out that they couldn't have children their marriage had been different, strained. It wasn't that the love had lessened, but it had barricaded itself inside her to avoid pain by avoiding contact. She supposed now that the reason she'd messed around with eighteen year-olds was that she wouldn't fall in love with any of them. Boys of that age might have stamina, but they didn't have much thinking ability. That was one thing she loved about Ray. He was far smarter than anyone expected a jock to be. 

Now that Ray knew about her the dynamic had changed. They were into her wanton lifestyle together now, for Ray had decided that he'd only alienate her by insisting that she stop. And, if it looked like he was trying to make her feel guilty, she might leave him. He didn't want her to feel guilty, anyway. He wanted her to be happy. And, if he was starting out in this hedonistic life somewhat unwillingly, he suspected that he'd be having great fun once he jumped in. He was a man, after all, and he was absolutely willing to think with his dick. 

Bill Chambers was driving through the neighborhood as Karen was finishing up her weeding. When he spotted her, he pulled up to the curb and got out to say, "Hey, there, Karen! What's up?"

"Nothing much, Bill." Karen stood and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of one gloved hand. "Yard work."

"Yeah. Sucks, huh?" He looked at the yard dismissively. 

"Hey, Billy!" Ray's shout startled both of them, and they turned to watch him rounding the house with a big smile on his face. "How's it hanging?"

Ray's first impulse had been to deck his former quarterback, but he'd swallowed that emotion and plastered a smile on his face. Bill Chambers was old news. The life he and his wife were embarking on was the new world order. 

"Just fine, Coach," Bill said. 

"She's busy right now, Billy," Ray said. "But you should come over some night and we can double up on her."

"Don't be crude, Ray." Karen swatted her husband's arm, wearing a nervous smile. 

"What?" Bill stared at them as Ray put his arm around his wife's shoulders. 

"Oh, you know, Billy."

"No," Bill said, because he really didn't.

"I'm not flying solo any more, Bill," Karen told him. "Ray has decided to join in on the fun."

"Oh, sure, that's great, Coach!" Bill exclaimed. The news came as a relief to him because he didn't need to worry about his ex coach killing him and he didn't need to worry about making Karen feel bad if he started to look around. "Yeah, we should do that some night. No, I should bring a date."

"Probably a good idea, my man," Ray said. "I've got to get out and enjoy myself a bit more."

"Yeah, sure. Well, I've gotta go," Bill said as he began getting back into his car. "See you guys later."

"Don't be a stranger," Ray said, as the boy put his car into gear and drove away.

"Oh, you idiot," Karen said, laughing. "He wasn't here sniffing around. He was just driving by."

"Yeah, I know." Ray kissed her cheek. "He hasn't gotten any smarter since graduation, has he?"

"Nope," she agreed. "Not at all."

#

A long, thick, back cock protruded from the hole. It was laced with veins that stood out on the surface of the rigid tool. It was hanging there right at eye level as Elaine sat back on her haunches enjoying the feeling of the last man's load running down over her cheeks and dripping onto her breasts. Echoes of her orgasm were still sounding off inside her when she grasped that fat cock and began pumping it. 

She was surprised to have customers, since the bookstore hadn't seemed all that busy when she entered. She'd gone into the booth and inserted her money to start the video playing on a small screen beside her, and a customer was there looking for service within five minutes. That was three men ago, and the evidence of all three was still on her face and chest with a bit of it sticking her hair together. 

She sucked the new man's dick with ferocious energy and pumped her fist hard and fast as her tongue ran laps around the rigid shaft. She sucked the swollen head and fondled his balls, taking him to the back of her throat several times in her effort to obtain the pearly treasure held inside. 

Finally, the man thrust himself through the hole even harder and began to cum in her mouth. She opened her mouth and let that first blast fall out onto her chest while pumping shot after shot onto her forehead and onto her breasts. His hot cum gave her another orgasm, and she almost fell over. The moaning from the other side of the thin wall indicated that he'd enjoyed himself, too. When there was nothing left to squeeze out of his cock, she let go and he withdrew from the hole. 

She'd been confused by the requirement that she pay a fee to run videos while she had her fun in the small booth. "Why should I pay?" she had asked. "They're your customers."

"I'm not a pimp, lady. You guys are all customers paying to rent a space for a little while. I don't care what you do back there," the man had told her. 

That explained it. If she didn't rent the space, too, it could be said that the bookstore was providing a sexual service for customers. That would make the man at the counter her pimp, and she would be a prostitute. But she wouldn't be getting paid, would she? Was that still prostitution? Elaine didn't know and didn't care. All she wanted was another cock to play with. 

The next cock through was the opposite of the last. It was short, white, and only about half erect. Elaine set to work stiffening it up right away, but it took a lot of time. When he finally got hard, she sucked him with great vigor and tickled at his balls with her tongue. In fact, she was sucking at his ball sack when he went off in her hand, shooting a gob of jism into her hair above her left ear. She moved up quickly, getting the rest on her face, and then released him. 

That one wasn't much fun. It was just work.

The next one was fun because he came fast with an explosive ejaculation that surprised and delighted her when it arrived. It left her gasping for breath as she hastily spat out his semen and coated her face with the rest. 

After that, it seemed as though the supply of horny men was endless. Why were there so many men out looking for a blow job on a Monday afternoon? It didn't really matter, did it?

It was the proximity of the university and the junior college to the store's location that created the crowd, of course. It had become a practice at one fraternity for someone to check out the store now and again, and if a woman was at the hole, he would call alerting the others in the frat. This being the summer term, they had plenty of time and enough spare money to rent a place at the wall. Enough time and money to go twice if they could. 

The frat boys were very happy that day. Elaine was so happy in her work that she didn't pay any attention to the time. She just sucked and sucked and waited for that glorious spew of pearly cum. 

#

Terry's last appointment for the day was at two o'clock. He was a big man, tall and imposing in stature, who didn't want to play with her breasts as the others had wanted. He spent a good ten minutes of her time trying to convince her to let him go bareback for his ride. When she wouldn't budge on that consideration, he settled on paying an extra hundred dollars for anal sex. 

When he was finished, Terry lay feeling battered as he dressed. Still, she smiled when he asked if they could set up a second appointment right then. Three weeks, and he'd call for directions before arriving. 

When he was gone, Terry showered and dressed in her school clothes again. She was on her way home by three-thirty and was thinking Jenny Peterson profusely by a quarter to four. 

After three customers and minus her expenses she was three hundred and thirty-eight dollars ahead. Now that her cell phone and the advertisement were paid for, the only future expense would be the room. That wouldn't be hard to handle. Between customers she'd set up seven more calls for the week, and there were five more waiting when she checked her cell at home. 

It looked like better days had arrived.

CHAPTER FOUR, Family Ties

Betty Burton paid a call on the new neighbors on Monday morning. She brought a coffee cake, and a cheerful smile along with her to their door. 

"The first thing you'll want to do is fix the latch on the window on the downstairs play room," she said. "It can be wiggled open. My granddaughter was one of the local children who used to go in and out on their little secret missions with the Tredweiler children when they lived here."

"That's good to know," Sharon said, laughing over her coffee. "But I think our kids are a little old to be sneaking out."

"Maybe, but it pays to be cautious. You never know how many people know about that latch."

"True," she agreed. "So how long have you lived in the neighborhood, Betty?"

"About thirty years now," Betty said. "It's always been a nice, quiet place to live. A great place to raise a family."

"Good. That's what we were looking for when we picked the house."

"It's a very close-knit neighborhood, too," Betty said, a bit softer. "Very discreet, you know. The Petersons and two other families used to swap spouses and all manner of things back in the eighties, and Ralph and I never knew about it. This is a place that can keep a secret."

"Swap spouses? But you say that was in the eighties? Frankly, I'd heard that was still going on." 

"If it were, would that bother you or your husband?" Betty continued to speak in her bright, friendly tone, but her eyes had sharpened their gaze as though she could examine Sharon's words visibly.

"We haven't discussed it," Sharon said. "But I don't suppose we'd mind. Everybody should be able to keep their own secretes."

"Absolutely. Ralph and I have kept a secret from everyone else for several years, too. Something we got involved in back when our children became adults. Twenty years. Nobody ever wondered and we never spoke of it."

"Spoke of what?"

"It wouldn't be secret if I told would it?" Betty laughed and took a bite of her coffee cake. "We have been thinking of spilling the beans, though. Now that the neighborhood has gotten back into the 'swing' so to speak, we think they might take our news as being no big deal. In fact, according to my granddaughter, half the neighborhood is in the same boat as we are, so why continue covering it up?"

"Covering what up?"

"Oh, I have no idea," Betty said, with a small laugh. "But a little birdie told me that your family might be living in the same relationship as we are."

"Well," Sharon said slowly. "If you've heard something like that about us, it would mean that the neighborhood isn't as discreet as you think."

"Well, no, I suppose not. It was our granddaughter who came to tell us something she'd heard from a neighborhood girl. That girl is not very likely to spread gossip or lies. I believe her. And, of course, the only reason Cathy told us was because we and the other girl's family are all doing the same thing. It's the same thing you are doing. So I'm told, anyway."

Sharon didn't know what to say. It was very clear that Betty Burton was letting her know that extra loving relationships within families weren't taboo here. Sharon didn't want to make any statement until she'd spoken with Albert, but she didn't want to be rude, either. She finally decided that not getting angry and throwing Betty out on her ear was proof enough that her information was correct. She didn't need to say anything out loud. 

"I'm curious about the things you mentioned about the neighborhood," she said after nibbling a bit of her own cake. "How does it work? Do you have parties, or what? How long as it been going on?"

"Oh, goodness, just a month or so this time around. We had a big neighborhood party and various couples have gotten together since then." Betty paused, and then said, "Our son and his wife were at the party, too. We like to keep everything in the family."

"Oh."

"Meaning, of course, that there's no reason for your kids to be strangers here. The youth of the neighborhood has been having their own parties, but we're thinking of inviting them to the next one. The more the merrier, right?"

"Absolutely," Sharon agreed. 

"Yes, absolutely," Betty repeated. 

#

Cherie Mosswell seemed to be settling in for the long haul on Monday morning. She unpacked her things in the room Sherona had just vacated, and padded around the house in her night gown and robe. She smiled at her daddy, and gave giggling answers to any questions he might ask. She frowned just a bit at the sound of her mother's voice, though she tried to conceal it. 

Given their new outlook on life, it wasn't hard for her parents to pick up on the vibrations in the air. And it wasn't hard to realize that those vibrations had always been there with Cherie. She had always been Daddy's girl, after all. 

Robert and Tania didn't discuss it, though the looks they shared over her head proved that they had both come to the same conclusion. But what to do about it? Even when they spoke, there was no conclusion about that. 

When Tillman came home from work, Cherie's mood darkened quite a bit. It was as though his arrival marked the end of something, or some possibility. 

"You stink," she complained as he was passing toward his room. 

"You still here?" he asked. 

"Yes, and I'll be here till I'm good and ready to go. You got that?"

"I got that you ain't leaving," he replied. "And you still a bitch."

"And you're not much more than a fucking dog," she said, tilting her head and glaring at him. "Just a scruffy old dog." It was an old, childhood taunt with an origin neither could remember now. 

"Then we're both dogs, aren't we?" Tillman was grinning now. "Scruffy old dog and a skanky old bitch."

He was gone down the stairs before she could think of a reply, so she turned, huffing, and headed to her room.

It wouldn't surprise anyone to find out that Cherie Mosswell was a virgin. Not in the physical sense, of course, for she knew quite well how to make use of a vibrator or a cucumber when the need arose. She'd never "been with" a man. and it would seem that no man could stay in her presence long enough to change her situation. But it wasn't a lack of suitors that held her back. It was her vision of true love and the ideal man that was doing it. 

If she could clone her father, she'd be married with two children by now. 

It took her a long time to acknowledge her feelings, and, when she did, she was a bit shocked by them. Her father? Maybe she just wanted someone like him. But, so far, there was nobody like him. They broke the mold.

She tried to stop being angry with her mother for getting to him first, because that was a damn fool way to behave, but she couldn't always stop herself from displaying her jealousy. The whole confusion of feelings put her on edge, and she didn't suppose she could ever relax until she found a way to fight her feeling off. The idea of jumping Daddy's bones never occurred to her, so she was left to suffer in ornery silence.

Monday morning was especially hard to take because of a dream she'd had the night before. In her dream, her father walked out of fog totally naked and with a very hard cock leading the way. He was huge, and he took her without preamble as though she was his property to take. He lifted her totally up from the ground with his cock alone, and he bounced her upon it until she was weak from orgasm. Then he came inside of her. He came so hard that she was pushed off of his cock, and the rest of his prodigious ejaculation landed hot on her stomach and chest. 

In her dream, she hurried to take him, still spewing cum, into her mouth. In her dream, he called her "baby doll."

While watching him make supper that night, she let her mind roam back to that dream and imagined him without his slacks and tee shirt. She rocked slightly on her heel, breathing in halting breaths as her whole body began to tingle. His hand would be strong, but gentle. His lips would be desperate for hers. His cock would urgent, unstoppable, and spewing hot cum. All for her. He would be cumming for her.

Cherie came against her heel, a gasping squeal escaping her lips as she gave in to the shattering joy of her climax. Her body hummed with delight even as her father turned from the stove to regard her inquiringly. He saw her hands gripping hard onto the edge of the table, her eyes only half seeing, and her mouth hanging open. He turned back to the stove without saying anything, his cock visibly hard in his pants. 

"Here we go," Robert said as he turned and approached her with a spoon held over one cupped hand. He carried the spoon to the table without trying to cover his erection. It pressed against his trousers, making a hard outline in the fabric that shifted slightly with each step. Cherie stared at his cock, and then looked up to see that he was watching her. He smiled. "Taste this and tell me what you think," he said, and held a spoonful of chili down to her lips.

Cherie shook herself away from her thoughts and tasted the sample of their meal. As usual, her father's chili was excellent. "That's great, Dad," she said, glancing across at the lump in his trousers again. "It's always good when you make it."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 13



"Oh, no, Dad's cooking again!" Tillman called out when he emerged from downstairs. "Everybody hide."

Robert laughed, but Cherie glared at her brother, saying, "You damn fool! You wouldn't know a good meal to save your life. Idiot. Only an idiot would run from this chili!"

"Just teasing," Tillman said. 

"Teasing. Right. I wouldn't doubt they do the same thing to you at your construction job. 'Look out, Tillman has a hammer again. Run and hide!' Yeah, probably do, and I'd bet it makes you cry."

"Wow, I must have hit the bitch button with that one."

"Come on, Till. Be nice," his father said. 

"He don't know nice, Daddy. All he knows is snotty and snottier."

"And snottiest," Tillman said. "Don't forget that one."

"Fool."

Cherie glared at him until he left the room, and then she turned smiling to her father. "Very good chili, Dad."

"Thank you, Cherie," he said, patting his hand against her cheek. 

His daughter sat smiling and staring at his crotch.

#

Elaine Porter was not in a mood to care what time of day it was. She was in a blissful state where there was no time at all. But, when the frat boys returned to their house and the businessmen called it a day, her activities came to a halt. That was when she saw that it was six-thirty. 

Shit. On a normal day she would have been home over an hour ago.

She wiped her face with tissues from the dispenser in the booth and put her shirt and bra on over the ejaculate covering her chest. Then she ran for the door and out to her car as fast as possible and drove home trying to think of logical explanations for her tardiness.

The family was at the dinner table when she arrived, and they all turned toward her breathless arrival with smiles. "There you are," her mother said. "Sit. Eat."

"I'm sorry," Elaine said as she took her place across from Danny and between her mother and father. "I went to the library. Should have called. Sorry."

"That's all right," her father said. "What did you get?"

"Get?" Elaine looked at him blankly a moment and then remembered her story. "Oh, nothing. They didn't have the one I wanted, so I browsed around for something else."

"Checked out, I suppose," Emily said as she passed food to her daughter. She sniffed, crinkling her nose sourly. There was a bad smell in the air. She could only hope it wasn't the food.

"Yeah, checked out," Elaine agreed, digging into her meal with gusto. She had been working hard that afternoon, and she was quite hungry. 

Robert Porter smelled something now, too, but he couldn't put his finger on it either. It was a musty smell, not exactly bad, but certainly not good. He sniffed again, and then returned his attention to the meal.

Danny sat across from Elaine with a big grin on his face. When Elaine looked up at him, he winked and then touched one finger to his hair over his right ear. She gave him a questioning look, and he repeated the gesture. Finally, she brought her left hand up and touched her hair above her ear. A large patch of her hair was cemented into place by a half dry glob of cum! Elaine's eyes flew open in shock as she snatched her hand down quickly. 

Danny had all he could do to keep from laughing, while their parents sat wondering where that smell came from and why it seemed so familiar.

#

After supper, Danny entered the bathroom they shared between their bedrooms while Elaine was in the shower. He picked up her blouse from the floor and sniffed it, wrinkling his nose even while starting to laugh.

"Did you take a cum bath at the library?" he asked. 

"What?" Elaine's voice emerged from behind the shower curtain. 

Danny pulled the curtain aside slightly at the foot of the tub, looking in as his sister. She was standing with her back against the wall and the spray of the water hitting her knees while her fingers were busy in her pussy. 

"Did you take a cum bath at the library?" he repeated. 

"Pull down your pants," she said, looking at him through slitted eyes. 

"What?"

"I want to suck your cock," she said in a nervous, breathy voice. "Okay? Pull it out for me." Her fingers continued to move on the shaved lips of her pussy just below the thatch of bright red pubic hair, and she was gasping slightly. "Come on, Danny! Let me blow you!" 

"You don't have to shout," he complained. 

"You don't have to be so dense!" she said, louder than she had intended. 

The bathroom door opened just as Danny had his pants to the floor and was kicking them off. "What's all the shouting about?" Emily stood in the door way looking at her son standing naked from the waist down and her daughter propped stiffly against the shower wall with three of her fingers buried deep within herself and a look of frustration on her face. "What are you doing?"

"I want Danny to let me blow him," Elaine said. "He's so slow." She opened her eyes, giving her mother a pleading look. "Where's Daddy?" she asked. 

"Downstairs . . ."

"Get him, too. Okay? Can I blow both of them?" Elaine seemed to be at the brink of tears as she spoke in a desperate rush of words. "I can't seem to cum."

"You don't need to cum all the time, Elaine," her mother told her. "There are other things in life, you know."

"Yeah, but, well call Daddy. Okay?"

Shrugging, Emily went to the hall and called her husband up. When he arrived, Elaine had gotten out of the tub and was kneeling on the bath mat and sucking her brother's hard cock and fingering herself. Emily sat on the cover of the toilet seat and leaned her chin on one hand. 

"What's up?" Robert asked, watching his children together. 

"Elaine wants to blow you," Emily said. "Or something like that."

Robert smiled. "You made it sound like an emergency," he said. 

"It is!" Elaine looked up at him and reached for his belt buckle. "I can't cum."

"It's not really that easy to get off in the shower," her father offered. 

"What's wrong with you guys?" Elaine turned her attention back to her brother's cock. "What's wrong with getting a blow job?"

"Nothing," Robert said. "But why? What's wrong with you, Elaine?"

"Nothing. I just can't get off, and I want to."

"Oh, come here, dear," Emily reached out to her husband, taking his hand. "I don't think she really needs to do both of you at once. I think she just wants you both to cum on her at the same time. Right, Elaine?"

"Yes. Yeah, that's it."

Emily pulled her husband's pants down and released his iron hard cock. She took it into her mouth immediately and began sucking while stroking the tips of two fingers along the bottom of his scrotum. Only minutes after beginning, she moved her other hand to the crotch of her shorts and pressed it hard on her pudendum. 

"Just a second," Emily said. She stood and pushed her pants off and then removed her blouse. Then she leaned against the vanity and said, "I've got a better idea."

Robert didn't need a translator to understand her. He got behind her and slipped his cock into her wet tunnel nearly as soon as she spread her legs. Emily stood rocking on the movement of his cock and watching herself in the vanity mirror. She could just see her breasts snapping back and forth in the mirror. Robert plowed harder and harder, until he was at maximum thrust, and Emily responded by cumming so hard that her arms gave way and she crumpled with her breasts in the sink. 

"Danny," Emily called out. "She doesn't need to blow you. Get over here."

"Why?" Danny stepped back, but Elaine held onto his cock and leaned forward trying to keep it in her mouth. 

"She only wants your cum," his mother told him. "I want your cock. Come over and sit down."

Danny did as instructed, sitting on the lid of the toilet. His mother straddled him and lowered her dripping cunt onto his cock. Once in position, she arched her back and looked at her husband. "Okay, big boy," she said. "Fuck my ass."

It was awkward, but Robert did manage to get his cock into her rear opening. He began thrusting into her as hard as he could, and the movement of his cock a millimeter away and the clamping of his wife's pussy excited his son's cock even further. He looked into the mirror and was just able to see the top of Elaine's head where she sat leaning back against the tub and watched her family fuck while frigging herself as fast as she could.

After about five minutes, Danny said, "Hey, Dad?"

"Yes."

"I think I'm going to cum soon. Can you guys let me up?"

Robert and Emily moved up and back as a unit, and Emily rested her hands on the toilet seat as soon as her son was gone all without withdrawing the pillar of flesh from her butt. Robert resumed fucking her, reaching to crush her breasts in his hands and concentrating on cumming as soon as his son did. It worked. He felt his seed rising and pulled free to grasp himself and turn to where his daughter was sucking his son's cock. 

"I'm cumming," Robert said. He stood just at her shoulder, crouching a bit to get the head of his cock level with his daughter's face. "I'm cumming, honey. Daddy's cumming for you." With that, he released a huge blast of cum that splattered across her cheek and the bridge of her nose. 

Danny's cock twitched in her mouth, and she pulled back to let him hold it so she could watch her brother jerk off on her other cheek while keeping both hands working on her cunt. Her brother painted her other cheek and closed one eye with his cum. Her father finished expelling jism and wiped the head of his cock in her hair. Elaine felt the relief of a magnificent orgasm. 

Emily applauded. "You guys should put on a show," she said. "You've sure got that timing thing down."

"Make a movie," Danny said, panting. 

"Oh, don't start," Emily said. 

"It might be fun," Robert said. "But that's another subject. I want to know what the hell is wrong with Elaine."

"Nothing, Daddy," she sighed, smiling. "I just wasn't getting off and then Danny came in. Well, you know what happened."

"I know we all had a good time," her father told her. "But I don't understand why you need us to cum on you. That's really not normal, Elaine."

"I don't always . . ."

"You do too," he said. "Not getting off masturbating isn't unusual, honey. That's often happened to me. But not being able to get off unless you get a facial is wrong."

"He's right," Emily said. "I suppose you'll grow out of this phase, dear, so it's probably nothing to worry about. Still, I wish you'd take a break from all this facial business and participate in some plain old vanilla sex."

Emily stepped past her daughter and into the shower, where she began soaping her pussy and ass. Robert entered a moment later, soaping his cock and enjoying the sight of his wife's breasts swaying with her movements and glistening from the water. Danny replaced him when he got out, and his mother soaped his cock and balls completely. When he left the shower, Elaine returned to her original place against the shower wall. 

"There's no shame in liking cum," Emily said. She pressed her daughter against the back wall and sucked at the ejaculate on her cheek. Swallowing, she said, "You just don't want to over do it." 

Emily licked at Elaine's face, cleaning it and swallowing what had been deposited there. Then she kissed her daughter passionately and reached to grasp her butt firmly. "May I sleep with you tonight?" she asked her daughter. "I'd really like to share your bed at least once."

Elaine was surprised by her mother's request. Not because of the lesbianism implied, but because neither of them had ever made such an overture before. The pressure of her mother's breasts against her breasts and the firm grasp of her hands on her butt controlled the answer she gave now. 

"I wouldn't mind," she said, returning her mother's kisses. "I'd like that."

"Good." Emily broke the kiss, smiling. "I've got to go now, but we can start where we left off later."

"Yes, later." Elaine sighed, smiling, as her mother left her in the hot confines of the shower. 

#

"It appears that we've moved into a nest of sex maniacs," Albert Cassidy told his family at dinner that night. "A bunch of incestuous, partner swapping fornicaters."

His family looked at him expectantly. The tone of his voice seemed to show disdain while the slight smile that played across his lips gave a different message. 

"I think we've found a perfect home," he proclaimed, allowing his smile to take over completely. 

"What helped convince you of that?" Sharon asked. 

"Ralph Burton showed me some of their home movies. They were very enlightening," Albert said. "Of course, the blow job his wife gave me pretty much sealed the deal."

There was a second's pause, and then they all burst out laughing. It might be that they thought he was kidding, but it didn't matter in the end. The Cassidy family had found a home.

#

"That's not right," Emily said as she entered the kitchen where Robert was loading the dishwasher. 

"What's not?"

"Elaine's fixation on cum," she replied. "I mean, she can't get hung up on one thing."

"Well, we sure won't get any grand kids that way," he joked. 

"I mean it. Did you notice that smell when she came home?"

"Yeah, but I . . ."

"I remembered what the smell was. It was old cum and perspiration. She wasn't at any library after work. She was someplace where she might work up a sweat and get cum on her at the same time."

"Sorry, but I don't know of any gyms that have jism workouts."

"She wasn't that sweaty, you dope." Elaine laughed. "Just sweaty enough to smell a bit from it."

"That may be true, but I don't see what we can do about it. She definitely has an obsession with jism, but how do we deal with that?"

"I don't know, Robert. It might be a good idea to find out if we even need to do anything at all. Maybe the whole thing will just go away."

#

Elaine didn't think her need was going to go away, but she wasn't sure it mattered. It was true that she'd been unable to climax until her father and brother came on her, but it was also true that masturbation wasn't the road to an automatic orgasm. Especially not in the shower. 

When her mother came to her bedroom that night, she almost asked her about it but held her tongue. She didn't want to ruin the special feeling of having her mother's eyes on her when she entered, or dilute the magic of her mother's kiss. 

"I wasn't sure if you'd like this or not," Emily said to her daughter as she stroked her hand over her cheek. "But I've wanted to be with you, honey. I've wanted it quite a bit."

"Me, too, I guess," Elaine said, leaning her cheek against her mother's hand. 

"You guess?"

"Yes, well I hadn't really thought about it until you brought it up. Then, after you asked, I started getting real excited about it. You know, horny."

"Good." Emily kissed Elaine, savoring the mint toothpaste taste of her lips. "I'm horny, too. I've often wondered what it would be like. The two of us together."

"So, I suppose we should find out," Elaine said. 

"Yes, I want to find out."

Emily switched off the overhead light, leaving the desk lamp on and aiming into the corner by the bathroom door. Then she slid her hands down over her daughter's tee shirt and lifted it up and over her head. She held Elaine's breasts delicately, teasing her nipples with her thumbs. Then, as her daughter held her head and sighed, she leaned down to put her mouth to her nipples, kissing across from one to the other and back. 

Elaine's heart doubled its pace, and she felt herself growing wetter as her mother kissed and sucked at her breasts. She slipped her fingers into her mother's auburn hair, so silky and soft, and held her head close. Then, with a shivering joy growing within her, she slid her hands down over her mom's back to grasp her buttocks and squeeze them. 

"Oh, Mom," Elaine panted, enflamed by their contact. "Would you lick me? Would you, now?"

"Of course, dear." Emily pulled her own nightgown off as her daughter stepped out of the pair of her brother's boxer shorts she was using as sleepwear. "I want to taste you, and feel your legs against my face. I want to love you."

"Oh, I love you, Mom." Elaine let her mother take her gently back to lie on the bed. She wanted her to take care of her sexual need in the same way she used to fix her bruises as a child. She wanted her mother's tender care. 

Emily knelt between her daughter's legs and looked at her pussy closely. She was amazed that she was doing this, because a couple months ago she would have said that she was the most heterosexual woman in the world. She would not have imagined herself having sex with another woman, especially with her own daughter. Now, it seemed like a very normal thing to be doing. She loved the smell of a woman's cunt, loved the taste and slippery texture on her lips and on her fingers. She loved the urgent contractions of another woman's thighs against her head, and the convulsive movement of her pussy on her mouth when she came. She loved women. She loved her daughter. 

She leaned down and placed her tongue on Elaine's pussy, lapping against the closed labia as if to demand entrance. Elaine sighed, opening her legs further, and that movement, caused her pussy to gap just a bit. Her pink interior was glistening wet and smelled of excited femininity. 

That smell spurred her on, and she probed her tongue into Elaine as though it were a small cock and then followed by lapping and sucking at her labia in a hungrily. When she felt her daughter tensing, her body already striving for a climax, she brought her tongue up to the erect nub of her clitoris. 

Elaine gasped as her mother licked her clit. And, when her mother began sucking and nibbling lightly on it, she wrapped her legs against her slender back and cried out in pure physical bliss. She held her mother's head and pressed in on it with her thighs, and she moaned and gasped her pleasure until she fell limp on the bed. 

Emily lifted her head to look at her daughter over the landscape of her belly and breasts. 

"How many girls have you been with?" she asked. 

"Well, more than I would have thought," was Elaine's breathless reply. "Since we started having parties, anyway. Just Cathy before that, but that was with Danny, too."

"Are you attracted to women?"

"Not really. I mean, I can tell if somebody is good looking, and I'd sooner have sex with a good looking one, but I'm not actually attracted."

"Why did you let me come to your bed, then?"

"Well, you're my mother for one thing. It seems natural. And I like cumming. Women do it differently than men. It's a different experience."

"Yes, it is." Emily moved up to lie on her side beside her daughter. She was close enough for her pubic hair to tickle Elaine's thigh. "I actually do find women attractive. It came as a shock when I realized it, but, once I did, I just had to move beyond attraction and into action. There's no turning back now."

"But you still like men," Elaine said quietly. 

"Of course. A hard cock is still better, you know. It actually is. But I love the softness of a woman and the pleasure she might give me, too. I suppose I just like to cum."

Elaine turned toward her mother and kissed her, tasting herself on her lips. Then she moved down to take her breasts, much larger than her own, into her hands and fondle them, kiss them, suckle at her nipples.

"You used to do that when you were a baby," Emily said, stroking her daughter's hair. "Of course, you had a different purpose then."

"Too bad there's no milk now," Elaine teased her mother. "I probably wouldn't like it."

"I think you would," Emily said, her own breath coming faster now. "We should go visit Terry Carter so you can have a taste. I liked it."

Elaine got up on her knees and pushed her mother down onto her back with the thought of drinking her mother's milk spurring her on. Then she knelt over her mom's hips and looked at the pubic hair adorning her sex. She brushed her fingers over it, through it, and then down over her silken slit. Her mother sighed and shifted slightly. Elaine moved quickly between her legs and lifted them up over her shoulders. She stroked her mother's pussy with her fingers, watching the skin move at the pressure of her touch. She slipped two fingers inside and brought them out to taste them.




Neighborly Relations Pt. 14



PART FOURTEEN: The More the Merrier



CHAPTER ONE, Bill, Brenda, and Mom

Bill Peterson hung up the telephone and walked into the bedroom to find his wife, Melody. She was seated on the bed in a cotton nightgown reading a book, her glasses half down her nose and her face set in concentration. 

"That was Mom on the phone," he told her as he sat on the bed beside her. 

Melody finished the sentence she was reading and looked over at him. "What's up with your folks?" she asked. It was a question she dreaded asking since they'd walked in on the anniversary party a couple weeks back and caught hers buck naked and screwing most of the neighborhood. She lived in fear of what news might come from that quarter. So far, every time one of his parents called the reason was benign and she was beginning to stop worrying. 

"Nothing much," he said, smiling. It was that smile that warned her his news wasn't benign this time. 

"Nothing much?"

"She invited us to a party next Saturday," he said. 

"A party? You mean, one of their kind of party?" She experienced the odd feeling of a pleasant tingling in her pussy even as her heart beat with dread at the news. The idea of a party scared her. It turned her on. It made her feel a shameful kind of yearning. 

"Yeah. I told her we'd be there."

"What? Oh, no, Billy I can't. Really, I'm too nervous about such things."

"You weren't too nervous to suck my father's cock last time," he said, stroking her bare ankle. 

"It was the heat of the moment," she said, blushing. It was quite true that she'd sucked Daryl Peterson's cock, but only briefly and he hadn't cum. 

"And you didn't mind Kyle playing with your pussy." Bill slid his hand up her leg to the silken mound of fabric covering her pussy.

"You told me to let him," she said, about her encounter with her brother after the party. "I didn't have any choice."

"You don't have any choice now, either, honey-pie. We're going to the party, and you're going to be the life of the party." He pushed her nightgown up until she stopped him. 

"Bill, please."

Bill stood and stripped out of his clothing quickly and then returned to kneel on the bed beside his wife. 

"You mean please take me to the party and let me fuck a bunch of men. Right?"

"No, I don't." She stared at his rigid penis apprehensively. It wavered before him, seeming to be jumping with excitement. "I mean, please don't make me go."

"I already accepted," he said. "Done deal."

"You really got into the swing of this, didn't you? You were just as shocked as I was when you saw what they were doing."

"I got over it. You will, too."

"No, I won't." 

Melody's pussy was completely wet now. The thought of her husband forcing her to have sex with multiple partners excited her far more that she was willing to admit out loud. That was the fun part of course. She'd made it clear (without actually saying it) that she would really enjoy a great many things as long as she didn't have any choice in the matter. She was too shy, too well brought up, to suck cock, have anal sex, or participate group sex on her own. But, if Bill told her to do it . . . Well, she didn't have any choice, did she? It wasn't her fault. 

"Sure you will," her husband said now. "Just like you're going to blow me."

"I'm reading a book," she protested, looking at the glistening drop of pre-cum emerging from her husband's penis. 

"Suck my cock," he said. "Swallow my cum. Then you can get back to your book."

"What do I get out of it?" she teased, slipping the marker into her book. 

"When you get done reading, I'll fuck the hell out of you, Mel. So get to work."

Melody sighed in resignation and shifted on the bed to face him. Then she pulled her gown off over her head to avoid having to launder it. He might have told her to swallow his cum, but she knew damn well he wanted to see it shoot out on her face first. 

She grasped Bill's cock firmly, stroking it slowly, and then extended her tongue to tickle at the cute little hole that was dribbling liquid. She moved her tongue around the glans of his cock as she slowly moved her mouth onto it until her stroking hand was hitting against her lips. 

She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking and licking, while stroking with one hand and fondling her husband's balls with the other. The head of his cock was a hard knob that slid over her tongue and brushed the roof of her mouth as she sucked it. The shaft was a hot, pulsing rod that might release its milky juice at any time without warning. Bill's scrotum was soft, a bit leathery, and housing a pair of magnificently heavy balls. He'd shaved himself, and now that the pubic hair was gone she found that most of her complaints about oral sex were gone with it. 

Bill was sighing now, groaning and holding her head in both hands. Any minute, he would pull back and direct her to pump his load onto her face or breasts. Yes, she could feel his orgasm coming. Any minute now. 

And then he did cum, but he didn't pull out this time. He held her fast, refusing to let go as his cock filled her mouth to brimming with his jism. She swallowed, but some of it did escape past his moving cock and drip onto one breast. The rest went down her throat, a hot, creamy load. He held himself in her mouth until he began to grow limp, and then he dropped back happily onto the bed. 

Melody wiped her lips and tossed her dark curls back as she looked at him. "Happy?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes, very." He stroked her arm and watched he fine breasts rise and fall with her breath. "I want to see you screw every man at the party, Mel. Think you're up to it?"

"Oh, you dirty old man," she said. Maybe she would. And maybe she'd even work up enough nerve to do it without being told. 

#

After Bill's sister, Brenda, hung up the phone at her house across town from Bill and Melody, she hurried into the living room to alert her husband, Kyle. Brenda was a buxom woman with broad hips and muscular thighs, a near clone of her mother. Kyle was thin and wiry and always looking eager for some untold adventure.

At the moment, Kyle was lying on the living room floor totally naked and with his cock half erect and still glistening with his wife's juices. The phone call had interrupted their play, but he stiffed up quickly when he saw Brenda hurry back into the room, her tits bouncing in erratic circles from her movement. 

"That was Mom," she said, as she lifted him and impaled herself on his cock once again. She began humping him immediately, the invitation to the party having added fuel to the fires of lust that were already burning nicely. "We're going to a party next Saturday."

"Really?" 

Brenda felt Kyle's cock harden even more at the news, and she smiled. She knew what he was thinking, and she brought it up now. 

"You looking forward to fucking my mom again?" she asked as she lowered her huge breasts down to his mouth. 

"Actually," he said, muffled in her flesh. "I was looking forward to fucking both of you at the same time."

"You've only got one cock, silly." Sitting up again, she bounced faster, rotating her hips as she brought her own orgasm on. The image of the three of them together was especially compelling, even though she'd never entertained thoughts of getting that close to her naked mother. With Kyle in the middle, it might be alright. 

She froze in place as a rush of tingling bliss erupted within her and took over her body. She felt as though every part of her was cumming, and not just her cunt. When it passed, she looked down at Kyle and smiled. 

"What?" he asked, confused by the carnal look on her face. 

"What your own self," she replied. Then she lifted her pussy off of his cock and shifted forward a bit. Holding his slippery shaft in one hand, she moved her butt on the bulbous head until he was pressed against her anus. She lowered herself slowly, allowing his glans through the barrier of muscle, and then she sat to drive the rest of him deep inside. It was a glorious pain that prompted another small orgasm. She began humping him with her ass while opening her pussy and diddling her clit for him to watch. 

"You want to see my mom do this, don't you?"

"Does she do that?"

"My mom fucks other women," Brenda said, tightening her ass on his cock as she moved on him. "I'd be willing to bet she does this."

"Do you think, she . . ." Kyle stopped, closing his eyes and smiling. "Nothing."

"Nothing what?" There weren't many things he wasn't willing to talk about, so his silence intrigued her. 

"Nothing."

"Tell me, or I'll stop." She did stop for a second as a warning. 

"Well, I was wondering if she'd fuck you," he said, slowly. "Would she strap on that big dildo and fuck her baby girl if I asked her real nice?"

"I don't know." She wasn't appalled by the suggestion, but not really into it either. "Maybe if you get us both liquored up, she might." Her husband met her movements with his own thrusts now. "And I might just let her."

Kyle responded by filling her ass with a convulsive blast of his hot cum.

#

Jenny Peterson had invited her son and daughter at the urging of Emily Porter. Emily and Robert had stopped by the night before with a bottle of wine, hoping to catch her and her husband at home. Daryl was at the car lot for a special twenty four hour sale, but Jenny was always ready to entertain guests. 

"Take your clothes off and get comfy," she said, which was normally a rather silly greeting that people either laughed at or groaned over. 

Tonight, her greeting was taken literally. When she came back to the living room with glasses for the wine, the Porters were both totally naked and grinning from ear to ear. 

"You folks want something special?" Jenny asked, playing dumb. She put the glasses on the coffee table. 

"Sure," Robert said, approaching her. "We want you."

He began unbuttoning her blouse while Emily unzipped her slacks and pushed them down. 

"Well, I guess I'll just be a good hostess and let you have me then," Jenny said as she let her neighbors have their way with her. 

Soon the broad hipped fifty-two year-old was stripped bare and lying on her back over the arm of her couch so that her hips were elevated for Emily to kneel between her legs and lap at her plump pussy and her head was down for Robert to thrust his cock into her eager mouth. Nobody said a word, Jenny just let them do as they wished and was rewarded by a huge, quivering orgasm and a mouth full of cum.

She lay panting as her guests opened the wine and filled the glasses. 

"We want to have a party," Robert said. "Saturday. But I'm afraid we don't have the space for the type of party we need."

"What type is that?" Jenny sat up, swallowing cum, and picked up a glass. 

"We want to invite the kids," Emily said. "And we are hoping that everyone would be willing to allow our daughter to have the first crack at the men."

"What?"

"It's a long story," Robert said. He was seated cross-legged on the floor across the table from Jenny. 

Emily sat beside her on the couch, asking, "What do you think about, uh, family love?"

"Family love?" Now she was confused. "I guess I'm not sure how you mean that."

"Pretty much the way it sounds," Emily said. "You know . . . family."

"Sex?" Jenny would never have pegged the Porters for such a thing. The Burtons, sure, because she'd often wondered about the noises the drifted out of their house on a warm summer night when they were entertaining family. The Porters? Never. Of course, they do fuck all their neighbors. "With your kids?"

"They are adults," Robert said quickly. 

"To tell the truth, they kind of started it," Emily told her. "But that's not the point. What do you think of it?"

"I guess I don't think of it at all." Then Jenny smiled. "Of course, I do remember once when Bill was married to his first wife. She was a horny minx. They were in the yard screwing like rabbits real late one night. I got up for some reason and saw them. It was a full moon. I remember thinking that my son had a very nice cock. I suppose that means it doesn't bother me much as long as everyone is consenting and adult."

"You're a very understanding woman," Robert said. 

"I must be. I screw all my neighbors. But you said it was a long story. That wasn't very long," she said.

"No, the type of party we want to have is the long story," Emily said. 

After they explained, Jenny only had two things to say. "The Burtons house is the place for this party," she said. "Their basement is perfect." And then she smiled lewdly, and asked, "So does this mean I get to fuck that stud son of yours?"

"You can fuck all of us, Jenny," Emily told her. "You know that."

"Starting with me, please." Robert stood, his cock hard and ready. "Right now, if you'd like."

"Oh, yes, I definitely would like."

Later, when Jenny told Daryl about the Porters and their party request, he laughed and said, "Any excuse for a party is fine with me. A bit of a freaky thing for parents to line up for their daughter, though."

"If our daughter was acting like that we'd probably do it to."

"I suppose so," Daryl admitted. "And they want it recorded?"

"Yes."

"The neighborhood sure is getting strange."





CHAPTER TWO, Mommy and Tillman, Cherie and Dad

Tania Mosswell put a roast into the oven and then swept the kitchen floor and wiped the counters clean. Supper would be ready by six, They rarely ate desert, but Cherie always liked one, so Robert had gone to buy something nice. Tania intended to settle down with a book for awhile, but a commotion from the living room changed her plans. 

"Tillman, you fool! I'm here till I leave, and ain't no little shit like you gonna tell me what to do or not do." Cherie was shouting at full temper, and Tania expected to hear her throwing things soon. "Daddy said I could stay longer, and he didn't need any advice from any little shit like you!"

"You ornery bitch, I didn't say you couldn't." Tillman stormed into the kitchen with a look of exasperated anger on his face. "All I did was ask. Just shut up!"

Tania frowned at her son and put her hand out to pat his chest. He kissed her cheek and rolled his eyes over a smile. 

"You as good as told me to get out," Cherie said, storming into the room. "Good as said I don't belong here!"

"You hearing things, Tubby." Tillman rushed down the stairs and away. 

"Who you calling Tubby? Who?"

"Give it a rest," Tania said, stopping her daughter and pulling her close in a motherly hug. "I don't imagine he meant anything."

"He never means anything and you always take his side." Cherie pulled away and stormed back into the living room.

Tania suppressed a laugh, knowing full well Cherie wouldn't take it very well if she heard her. Apparently, some things about siblings didn't change no matter how old they got. 

With Cherie in the living room looking for a quarrel, Tania decided to go downstairs and talk to her other child until Robert returned and gave Cherie some place to direct her attention. Once she got downstairs, Tania could hear the shower running. She smiled and approached the bathroom door thinking that her little boy might like someone to scrub his back. 

"Hey there," Tania said, pushing the door open. "Can I lend a hand? Maybe some other body part?"

"Mom?" Tillman's head emerged from behind the curtain and he smiled. "Sure, I can use all the help I can get."

"What did you say to her?" Tania stripped out of her clothing quickly, and then she stepped into the back of the shower away from the spray. "Don't get my hair wet or Cherie will wonder what's going on."

"Yeah, okay. All I did was ask why she hadn't gone yet." 

Tillman stood before his mother with soap rinsing down over his muscular chest and his long cock firming between his legs. He reached to clasp both of his mother's breasts and then leaned in to suck at her nipples. Tania giggled at his touch and reached to grasp his now hard penis. She moved close enough to rub the bulbous head of his cock against her vaginal opening, lifting one leg up onto the edge of the tub. 

"Let Mama make you feel better," she said. "But don't get Mama's hair wet."

Tillman turned the shower off and then kissed his mother passionately as he clutched her womanly bottom. "A quick fuck will make me feel better," Tillman said. "Sound good?"

"That sounds real good, baby, but I can't be having cum running down my leg while I'm cooking. Sit, honey," she said, stepping out of the tub and directing him to the covered toilet seat. "Sit down and let mama give you a little blow."

"No, you bend over and I'll get you off first. You can blow me after that."

He waltzed his mother around to lean on the vanity and positioned himself to slip up inside her wet pussy with a satisfied sigh. Tania yelped once, a happy sound, and then moaned as her son's cock moved inside of her body. She pressed back against him, buttocks quivering at the impact of their bodies. 

"Oh, Till, fuck me hard," Tania said. "Slam it into me. I'm going to cum right away."

Tillman did as he was told, bringing out another yelp from his mother, but Tania's orgasm was sidetracked when Cherie opened the bathroom door.

"Mama! Tillman! What the hell are you . . ." Cherie snapped her mouth shut and then opened it again to say something that Tillman cut off.

"Jesus, Cherie, don't you ever knock?" Tillman demanded. He withdrew from his mother and stalked to the bathroom door, his cock pointing at his sister accusingly. "Damn, girl." He slammed the door in her face and locked it.

"I'm gonna tell Daddy!" Cherie shouted from the other side of the door. "You, you guys are . . . Jesus! I'm telling Daddy!" 

Tillman returned to where his mother was leaning on one hand and looking toward the door. "I guess we don't have to worry about getting your hair wet now," he said, stroking one hand over his mother's bare hip. 

Tillman kissed his mother, his tongue sliding past her eager tongue as their lips crushed hungrily against each other. His hand slipped down over her belly, across her pubic hair and down to slip two fingers into her sopping cunt. She reached back for his cock, straining to get her fingers around it. 

"Are you going to fill me?" she asked. "Is my big boy going to fill his mother's cunt with his seed? Are you?"

"Oh, yes." Tillman brought his hand around to grasp her hip while the other positioned his cock at her entrance. "Gonna fill you right now." He slammed his cock into his mother, filling her with flesh and pumping into her as hard as he could until he filled her with cum as well. 

Tania experienced a warm sort of climax when Tillman came. It was the warm and special orgasm built on a mother's pride in her son's ability as much as their physical contact. That was her son's semen filling her and squeezing out past his moving cock. That was her own son's manly essence, and her pride welled up until she felt tears of joy running from her eyes. 

"Mom? What's wrong?" Tillman pulled out and lifted her to hold her close to him. 

"You're such a fine man," she said, wiping at her tears. "All grown up."

"But why are you crying?"

"It's silly, I suppose," she said. "But I'm just so proud of you. My big, strong man."

They stood for a moment in each other arms as the remainder of Tillman's cum dripped from his cock and onto his mother's leg to join the trickle escaping her pussy. They stood together in the perfect union of mother and son. 

#

Cherie had to wait for her father to get home with the desert, and she didn't like waiting. She stomped back and forth on the living room floor, glaring out the front window at one end of the trip and glaring toward the basement stairs on the other. She stomped and fumed and knew her father would be heartbroken. She would have to console him. She was the bearer of bad news, so it was up to her to soften the blow. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 14



He was her daddy, and she loved him. 

But that was her mother, too. She loved her, didn't she? And her brother? He was a pain in the ass, but he was good enough as brothers go. She thought she loved him as well. They were having sex! Her brother's big, hard cock had been inside of their mother! He was fucking her! How could she love two people who betrayed the family in that way?

Where was her father? She assumed that her mother and brother had returned to their dirty act after they slammed the door on her. They were probably done by now, and Tillman had squirted up inside of their mother. Tillman violated her mother with that big cock and filled her with incestuous seed, and now they were showering. She supposed that her mother was washing his cock. She was soaping it liberally and stroking to remove their mingled juices. Was he washing her, too? Washing her pussy? Her breasts?

Where was her father? It should have been his hard cock slamming into her mother like that. He should be the one shooting cum into her vagina, filling her and making her cry out in pleasure. Her father's long, hard, hot cock. 

Was her mother sucking Tillman's cock in the shower? Was she smiling up at him and sucking on his balls? Was she asking him to cum again, and again? Did she pretend it was her husband's cock when she had her son's cock inside of her? Is that how she was able to screw her own son and shut her daughter out behind a slammed door? 

They were fucking each other! Fucking each other and leaving both her and Daddy to be lonely and unfulfilled. Didn't they know that she had needs too? Didn't they think Daddy deserved his place in his wife's cunt? How could they do that to them?

When the front door opened, and Robert entered carrying a cherry pie and a bucket of ice cream, Cherie rushed to his arms. He barely had time to set the pie on the table by the door and dropped the ice cream entirely when his daughter wrapped her arms around him, crying.

"Daddy! Oh, Daddy! I saw . . . Mom and Tillman. Oh, Daddy they were having sex! Downstairs! How could they do that to you? To us?" She caught a breath and continued on as she held herself close and felt her father's cock grow against her belly. "You don't deserve that. You deserve someone who will treat you right! Not cheat on you. Not fuck her own son! God, Daddy, they slammed the door on me!"

"Now, now, honey," her father whispered, kissing the top of her head as he slid his hand down to grasp her broad butt. "Don't you worry about them. Don't worry. You've got me, honey, and I'm not going to slam any door on you."

"Oh, Daddy, what can we do?" She looked up at him in supplication, and he brought his mouth down to hers in a long kiss. 

"We can let nature take its course," her father said softly. He squeezed her bottom and kissed her again, his tongue pressing insistently at her lips until she let it into her mouth and met it with her tongue. "And we won't worry about them at all."

"Oh, Daddy," Cherie sighed.

Robert kissed down her neck and to the scoop neck of her top. "Take it off," he whispered, and she did. "Take that off, too," he sighed, kneeling to kiss her soft belly, and the bra was removed. "And now your slacks and your underwear," he requested, tugging lightly at the waistband. 

"Oh, Daddy," she sighed. "Should we? Really?"

"Do you want to?" he asked, kissing her stomach just above the navel and reaching both hands up to grasp her breasts. "Do you want to show Daddy your pussy?"

"Yes, but . . ."

"Show me your pussy, honey. Daddy wants to see your lovely little cunt." He rose slightly, kissing at one nipple. "Daddy wants to be inside of his little girl and make everything all right for her. I want my darling daughter to feel good."

He sucked hard on her nipple, bringing forth a sigh from her lips as she grasped the back of his head and held him to her. 

"Show me your pussy," he said against her breast. "I want to touch you." Lifting his head to lock his eyes on her. "I've wanted to see your sweet pussy for a long time. Don't stop now."

Keeping her eyes on her father's eyes, Cherie unbuttoned her slacks and pushed them down. Then she slipped her underwear down over her thighs and to the floor.

"Thank you," her father said as he stepped back so that he was holding her hands extended out from her body. He put his loving gaze on Cherie's heavy, firm breasts and her rounded stomach extending out just a bit over the firm mound of her pudendum and the opening into her pussy that was just hidden by her pubic hair. "Come here," he said, leading her to the living room. 

He placed her on the couch so that she was seated on the edge of the cushion. Then he kissed her lips and down over her throat to her breasts, where he paused to give them the attention they deserved. He sucked at her nipples and pressed her breasts together to run his tongue back and forth between them, like hard nubs of rubber on her squeezable, delicious breasts. 

Then he moved down, kissing and sucking on her belly as he brought his hands down to stroke her inner thighs and push her legs apart. Cherie gasped when his tongue made contact with her labia. She moaned when he lapped up over the delicate folds of flesh guarding her sex. Robert pulled his daughter open and rubbed his nose on her clit as he probed her with his tongue and savored the taste of his younger daughter's cunt. She cried out at every contact, her body shaking so that her stomach rippled and her breasts bounced. 

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried. "You're as good as I imagined. Better."

"And you taste every bit as good as I expected," Robert replied, looking up at his smiling daughter. "Your hot little pussy tastes as sweet as pie, and I want to make you cum with my tongue. Can you cum for Daddy?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy. I'm almost cumming now. You're as good as I expected it to be with a man."

"Am I your first?" he asked, surprised. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy." She stroked her fingers over his hair, smiling. "I've never done this with a man. I've been waiting so long."

"I'm honored," her father replied, and then her returned his attention to the pink flesh within the folds of her labia, especially the little knob at the top of her opening. He sucked her clit and stroked two fingers into her hot, wet interior. 

He lapped at her cunt as he probed it with his fingers and tickled her anus with his thumb. He gloried in her gasping moans and small cries of pleasure as she neared her orgasm. This is my daughter, he thought, and I am her first.

Cherie's orgasm came in a rush as Robert continued sucking her clit. She convulsed against his face, her legs opening and closing in uncontrolled spasms as she screamed, "Oh, God! Oh, Dad-eeeeee!"

When he sensed that she was finished, he kissed back up over her belly and breasts and to her lips, where he shared her taste with her. 

"Oh, Daddy," she sighed, breathing in long, heavy gasps. "I've never felt anything like that."

"Just wait, kitten," he said. "You're going to feel something even better."

Robert stood and began to unbuckle his belt, but stopped and regarded Tania and Tillman standing in the doorway with big grins on their faces. 

"Let's go upstairs, honey," he said then, returning his wife's smile. "Where it's private."

"What? Oh, oh yes." Cherie sat up and then stood weakly. When she turned and saw her mother and brother, her face regained its pouting glare for a second before softening into a look of contentment. "What are you staring at? Ain't you never seen a naked woman before?" She stomped past them and up the stairs with her father following close behind. 

Downstairs, Tillman turned to his mother and said, "She's kinda cute for a chubby girl."

"Mind your tongue if you want to get a piece of that pie," his mother warned him. "There's no law saying she's got to let you in, too." Then she frowned and pushed him toward the kitchen. "Get a rag, Tillman. There's ice cream out here melting all over the floor."

#

Cherie watched her father undress, admiring his muscular chest and tight abs, but waiting in anticipation to see his cock. She'd felt it against her, but she longed to see it and use it the way she'd seen in pictures and heard her girlfriends describe.  

When he released it and stepped out of his boxers, she licked her lips and studied its veined surface and the dark, fat head. She wondered what his cock tasted like. What cum tasted like. And she couldn't wait to feel the entire length of him inside of her body. 

"Can I touch?" she asked.

"I wish you would," he said. "I want you to touch it, stroke it, suck it, and fuck it. I want to share the pleasure of sex with you. You, my darling daughter."

"Oh, Daddy." She took him into her hand, marveling at his heat, and then she kissed the glans of his cock and kissed along the shaft to his balls, which she held gently in one hand. "It's so hot, Daddy. So hard."

"Put it in your mouth, darling," he said, stroking the side of her face gently. "Suck Daddy's cock."

She opened her mouth and took the head inside, instinctively moving her tongue around it. Then she moved to bring him farther in, lapping at his shaft and sucking it. She moved her head back and forth as they did in videos. She pulled it out and pumped it with her hand as she stared at the head just inches from her face. Pre-cum oozed out and she licked him, sucked him, and took him back into her hot little mouth. 

Robert already felt as though he might explode and wondered if he should just let himself cum right where he was. No, not her first time. He gazed down at his daughter, her head moving on his cock and her plump cheeks sucking in against him. Just looking at that sight might make him cum if he didn't pull out now. Let her brother cum in her mouth. That's more of a brother type of thing, anyway. It was her father's place to ejaculate inside her womb on her first time. 

"Okay," he said, stepping back. "You're so good, baby. So good." Swallowing hard. "But Daddy's going to fuck your beautiful pussy. Okay? Do you want Daddy inside your pussy?"

"Oh, God, yes." Cherie scooted back on the bed quickly. She lay with her head on the pillow and spread her legs wide, her heels digging into the comforter. "Please make love to me. Please fuck me, Daddy."

Robert climbed up between his daughter's legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs and licked at her labia once more. He pulled her open and sucked her clitoris, causing her to squeal with delight. He did this because it pleased him, and because it pleased her, and because he didn't expect to last very long and wanted to make sure she came before he did. He didn't want to disappoint his daughter on her first time, but the fact that it was her first time and that she was his ornery little daughter, excited him far too much to control anything. 

He sucked on her breasts while rubbing her pussy, and then kissed her throat, her chin, and her soft, eager mouth. 

"Please, Daddy," she said in a whimpering moan. "Please put your cock in me."

Robert grasped his cock and rubbed it lightly on the lips of her pussy. He watched himself make contact with her flesh, watched his cock slide slowly inside, and marveled at the unforeseen joys that had come to his family. This was his daughter. She was his flesh and blood. 

He slammed himself into her, watching her belly jiggle at the impact, her breasts snapping down and up. And then he threw her legs over his shoulders and continued thrusting as hard and fast as he could. 

Cherie felt a new sensation moving through her body. She'd brought herself to orgasm before, but it had never felt like this. This was a rumbling sensation deep in her womb that couldn't be a mere orgasm. It pulsed with the movement of her father's cock. It danced across her body until it coalesced in her cunt right at the end of his thrusting dick. 

Robert fucked his daughter hard, and every thrust brought out a short, huffing sound. "Huh, huh, huh." And then the sounds stopped and his darling daughter's face twisted into the concentrated expression of a woman just about to pass into bliss. She cried out, "Ohhhhh!" as she came beneath him, her whole body quivering uncontrollably. 

When he felt his daughter's pussy contract in orgasm, Robert's cock couldn't help but join in. He pumped shot after hot shot of jism into her, filling her to overflowing before stopping to hold himself over her and look into her eyes. 

"I love you, honey," he said. 

"I love you, Daddy." She kissed him as a woman should kiss her lover. "I love you so much."

Robert collapsed on the bed beside her, stroking her belly with one hand. 

"You knew about Mom and Tillman, didn't you?" Cherie asked after a few moments. 

"Yes, honey," he said. "But we didn't know how to tell you about it."

Cherie kissed him and reached to stroke his cock. "What about Sherona?"

"She and Tillman started the whole thing for us," he said. "But I was hoping you'd come home to join us. It was as though a prayer was answered."

"Can I suck your cock again?" Cherie asked. "Now?"

"You certainly may, honey. You do what ever you want."

"Is Tillman going to want to fuck me?"

"You'll have to ask him about that, sweetie." He kissed her and settled down to enjoy the feeling of her hand stroking his cock, and then her lips engulfing it. "Something else, but it might be too soon," he said then, stroking the back of his daughter's bobbing head. "Just as I got home, one of the neighbors invited us to a party a week from Saturday. A special kind of party."

"Am I invited?"

"Absolutely. And I hope you'll want to come with us. I really hope you will."

She didn't say anything. She was enjoying the feeling of her daddy's penis firming up inside her mouth as she sucked him. She was savoring the taste the two of them had created together on his cock. She was marveling at how wonderful her life had become. 

Cherie felt as though she would never be angry about anything ever again.





CHAPTER THREE, Jason and Terry and John and Patrice

Terry Carter was worn out already. After just over a week, her day job had proved to be more work than she'd expected, and, as her pregnancy progressed, she was finding herself more easily tired than before. Fortunately, her advertisement expired this Friday and she didn't need to renew it. Her work as a "substitute teacher" would bring them up to date on the house payments by the end of the week. Now, as long as John didn't look too closely at the rate of pay given to teachers in town, they'd be fine. 

Tax time would be another matter. He was bound to be looking for her W2 form in the mail. 

Now, however, she had four days to go with 13 appointments left. Next week, there was only Jason, her shy little factory man, whom she'd set up as a regular Monday appointment. She'd have to find someplace to keep that appointment that didn't charge so much for a room, or there wouldn't be much profit. Still, he was a nice guy. Would it really hurt to sneak out every Monday for a romp and about fifty dollars for the day? 

"I'm going now, honey," John said as he stepped into the kitchen where she was feeding the kids. "Drive carefully, okay?"

"Are you really sure this is okay? It's not out of your way for Jay to drive you?"

A co-worker of John's at the factory had switched shifts to fill in for someone, and he'd offered to give John a ride for the rest of the week. That removed cab fare from her expenses. 

"No. He's just a couple blocks over." John kissed her cheek and then her lips. He stroked one hand over her hair and smiled down at her. "Boy, I hate to go anywhere when you're looking like this."

"Wanna call in sick?" she teased. 

"Yes, I do. Can't, though. Gotta run."

On impulse, Terry followed him to the front door and kissed him again. "Maybe I'll get dolled up like this next week when I'm not teaching and see if I can keep you home, big boy."

"Please do. Bye now!" John hurried off with a wave, and Terry stepped out to return it, smiling broadly. She could only pray that he never found out exactly what she was teaching and to whom. 

Now, she had to hurry in order to make her first appointment. Today was Tuesday. Four more days, and then she could rest. 

John hopped into the late model Chevy in his driveway and buckled up. "Thanks man," he said. "This really worked out nice."

"No problem." Jay, the young man behind the wheel, didn't put it in gear right away, however. He was staring at the door where Terry had appeared a moment earlier. "Your wife is pretty hot," he said. "Sorry, I guess that's kinda crass."

"But true," John laughed. "I'm the luckiest man alive."

"Where's she work?" Jay asked. 

"She got a substitute teacher gig the last couple weeks," John said. "Hadn't been able to find a job before that. Man, it came in handy after the cut backs."

"You're full time again now, right?" Jay asked as he backed out of the drive. 

"Finally." John sighed. "Did you get cut back?"

"No. I'm a mechanic and I normally work the third shift. Pretty secure there," Jay admitted. 

"Yeah, us office drones are expendable," John said, with a rueful laugh.

"When's your wife due?" Jay asked. 

"About two months. Just a little more."

"Man, I got to admit that pregnant women are hot. I suppose I think that because my wife is dead set against having kids," Jay said. 

"You can adopt."

"Sure. We might." Then Jay smiled, saying, "But I still wouldn't have the chance to screw a pregnant woman, would I?"

John laughed. "No, I guess not." 

John spent the rest of the trip to work thinking about the upcoming party, their need for as many men as they could get, and Jay's desire to have sex with a pregnant woman. It wasn't a thought process that he'd ever have expected to follow, but John had found that he was inordinately turned on my sharing his wife with others. He really believed he'd be happy letting her screw whoever she wished while he remained true to only her, as long as he could watch his lovely wife in action. 

"So, what's your wife like?" John asked as they moved along the quiet streets. "It always seemed that the women who don't want kids are the ones who like sex the most. Weird, huh?" John had never noticed any such thing, but it seemed like a safe way to find out if the young man's wife enjoyed sex. 

Jay smiled. "Well, sure, must be true. My wife is either screwing or complaining. No middle ground. Either way, she wears me out." Then he frowned, and added earnestly, "I don't want to make her sound bad, John. It's not like I'm complaining."

"No, of course not. As long as she's not complaining about screwing, you're fine."

Both men laughed. 

"What grade does your wife teach?" Jay asked. 

"K through six," John said. "Why? You thinking of enrolling?"

"Could I? That would be . . ." Then Jay laughed, shaking his head. "There I go sounding crass again."

"No problem."

They had gotten to the plant by then, and the two men parted at the door. John went up to the offices, while Jason "Jay" O'Neil headed into the factory itself. Both men had interesting things to think about. 

#

Terry's eight-thirty appointment only wanted to watch her masturbate and milk herself onto his cock while he jerked off. It was an easy half hour's work. Her nine thirty paid an extra hundred to go around the world and managed to gum her hair together at the end, so there was extra clean up after he left. Her eleven o'clock mauled her breasts and screwed her roughly from behind as though he held a grudge against pregnant women. At twelve-thirty an elderly man laid on the bed and told her to do as she wished, so he was like a vacation after the previous one. Her two o'clock appointment involved anal sex again. If she'd seen the size of him before she took his money, she might have turned him down. Still, she survived. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 14



She dragged herself through the door shortly after three and fell back onto the couch in exhaustion. 

"Tough day?" Jenny Peterson emerged from the kitchen drying her hands on a towel. 

"I'm glad it's over soon," Terry admitted. "I'm getting all worn out."

"You're getting on now, you know. Gotta slow down," the older woman advised. 

"I know. I'll rest next week. This week, I'll earn money."

"Do you want me to take the kids over to my place for a couple hours? You could take a nap."

"No, that's okay. John will be home soon, and I'll turn them over to him. Thanks for offering," Terry said. She looked up at Jenny in gratitude, thinking how unexpected it was to find such grandmotherly concern and rampant sexual energy in one person. She supposed that everyone had many sides, didn't they?

"Well, call if you need anything. The kids will probably be awake soon. I'll get on home now."

"Bye, Jenny," she said. 

Terry fell asleep where she sat and remained that way for fifteen minutes until Kristy bound into her lap with a shout of joy. "Mommy!"

"Hey, pumpkin!" The joy in her daughter's eyes obliterated her fatigue, and she hugged her to her breast happily. Keeping a roof over her children's heads was worth any hardship and any risk. She would do anything for her family.

#

Jason O'Neil dropped John off at his home and departed with a wave. He had spent the day pondering the question of whether John knew about his wife or not. He had to, didn't he? Maybe not. Maybe she was just pitching in on her own.

That thought made him smile. The idea of someone pitching in on family finances by becoming an escort was an odd one. Still, he supposed it happened more often than he thought. People just didn't talk about it, was all. 

After two sessions with "Mama" Jason felt a certain bond with her now. He didn't want to cause her any trouble at home. However, now that he and John were getting friendlier, he didn't think it would be very long before he and his wife got invited to dinner or something. What would happen then?

Next Monday, he'd tell her that he knew about her real life. That way there wouldn't be any surprises. 

Patrice was already home when he got there. She was very happy that he was working on the day shift, and she was sorry that it would end on Friday. What was best about it was that they would be able to have sex at a fairly normal time of day. It wouldn't be the usual pump and run in the evening. His working the night shift made her cranky. Tonight, and every night this week, she was going to make the best of the situation.

Patrice was a slim woman with small breasts and narrow hips. Her face was narrow, with a prominent nose between a pair of amazingly deep and gentle eyes. Her lips, like her eyes, ran counter to the rest of her thin, sharp appearance by being full and lush. 

When Jason entered his home, Patrice's lips were smiling. 

"Hi, sailor," she said. "On leave, are you?" She opened the robe she was wearing and dropped it to the floor to stand naked before her husband. 

"Yes, ma'am," he said, smiling. "And I'm sure looking for a good time."

Jason swept his wife up in his arms and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her into the bedroom that way. 

"What's the occasion?" he asked, kissing her throat and down over her breasts. 

"I want to take advantage of every day they let you stay on a human being's shift," she said. "Screw me now, big boy, and then screw me later. Sound good?"

"Sounds great. But, I'm kinda dirty."

"I don't care. Fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me dirty. Just fuck me!"

She lay back on the bed with her legs spread obscenely wide while she watched him hurry out of his clothing, stumbling around the bedroom as his pants hung up on his feet. When he joined her, his cock was rock hard and ready. 

"Don't kiss," she said, pushing his lips away. "Just fuck. Put it in me and tear me a new asshole."

"Your wish is my command," Jason laughed. 

He knelt between her legs and held his cock against the shaved opening of her pussy. This was what he liked, the first contact. He loved sliding his cock into her slowly and watching it disappear in her body. He had hired Terry because she was pregnant, not because he didn't like what he was getting at home. This pussy was the one that he loved. 

The bulbous glans of his penis slipped between the soft folds of her labia, and then the veined shaft followed until his body met hers. Patrice sighed beneath him and pinched her own nipples. Then she growled deep in her throat and rolled her pelvis up at him. 

Jason responded by thrusting faster and faster, gaining speed like a train leaving a station, until he was pounding into her as hard and fast as he could. 

Beneath him, Patrice squealed through clenched teeth and pulled hard on her nipples. She grunted, moaned, and then squealed again as her eyes flew open and she stared up into her husband's eyes and shouted, "Oh, shit, yes! Fuck yeah!" Her body dissolved into a quivering orgasm and she suddenly fell limp on the bed, unable to do anything more. 

"Done already?" Jason asked, in a bedtime ritual.

"I'm all fucked out, sailor," she said. 

"But I didn't get my money's worth," he said, with broad, cartoon disappointment. 

"So take it out'a my ass," she sighed. "My cunt is on break."

Jason pulled out and rolled his wife to her side with out a word. She was as limp as a smiling, contented rag doll. Pushing her leg up against her chest, Jason inserted himself into her pussy again while pressing his thumb against her butt. He pressed his thumb into her anus carefully, and smiled when he heard her sighing. 

Now he pulled his hard cock out of her pussy and moved it back to her ass. He held himself against her and leaned, pressing himself against the ring of muscle. Her body resisted at first, but he popped through and slid into her butt with no further resistance. Then, as was their routine, he pinched her nipple hard between his thumb and index finger and pulled outward on her breast. He pulled it out as far as he could while pumping into her rear opening. 

Patrice came again, still lying limp, but with a joyous rumbling sensation in her abdomen that brought another cry of joy from her lips. "Bite me," she said. "Bite me."

Jason leaned down to the breast he was stretching with one hand and bit the soft flesh. He bit gently at first, but increased pressure until his wife responded by moving one hand to rub her clit and making moaning sounds in rhythm to his movements in her butt. "Um, mum, mum, mum," and finally, "Ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, Yesssssss!"

When her body finished quivering against him, Jason released her breast. The area around her small areola was red from the pinching, and there was a prominent bite mark in the side of her small breast, but no real damage. Jason withdrew from her ass and moved to straddle her chest and look down into his wife's glazed eyes. She took his cock in hand and pulled it down to suck it deep into her mouth, rubbing her pussy again as she did. It wasn't long before Jason was leaning against the headboard, rigid above her, as he filled her mouth with cum. And then he fell to her side and they lay contentedly curled together.

An hour later, Patrice was saying. "You're a mechanic, aren't you? Why don't you get the washing machine to work right? It doesn't spin completely. Of course, after the lame job you did fixing the dishwasher, I don't suppose I should expect too much. Oh, and you didn't get any hamburger, so we're having left-overs tonight. If you want a good meal, you've got to remember the groceries."

Jason smiled. Either fucking or complaining, that was Patrice. He was more than willing to live with one in order to get the other. 

#

"Jay's a nice guy," John said at the table that night. "He thought you were quite the looker."

"Mom's a looker," Kyle sing-songed. "Looker, looker."

"Eat," Terry told the four year-old. 

"I'm flattered," she said. "What does he do at the plant?"

"He's a mechanic. Normally works the third shift, but he's filling in for another guy. 

Mechanic? Night shift?

"What's he look like?" she asked, idly. 

"Blond, thin, kinda . . . well, I guess he looks a little bit like me," John said. "I'm better looking, of course, but we're about the same type."

"Oh," she said and concentrated eating. 

John didn't think anything of the question and let it go without comment.

#

When John's ride arrived in the morning, Terry didn't go to the door. She kissed him goodbye in the kitchen and then hurried around to the living room after the door closed behind him. From this angle, she could see the man behind the wheel. Yes, it was Jason.

Jason had used his cell phone when he called for the location of his most recent appointment, so Terry had his number now. Once she was at the hotel and was ready for her nine o'clock appointment, she sent him a text message. 

"Call me. Mama." That was enough. He must have seen her at the door yesterday, so he'd know what she wanted. 

She was busy with a young man who was having an awful time trying to get hard in the presence of her rampant femininity when Jason called her. She couldn't answer then, but listened to his message after finally managing to get her visitor to squirt on her breasts. 

"Hi, Mama. Small world, I guess." Jason said. "Don't worry. I'm not talking about what I know. I sure don't want to cause any trouble for my Mama." He laughed in that shy way of his and hung up, leaving Terry feeling much better. She sent a text. "Thank you."

#

On the way home that night, John spoke idly about group sex. There wasn't any motivation for the topic, so he pretended to have read about it on line. What did Jason think about such goings on? 

"I've never done anything like that," he said, smiling. "My wife . . . well, I should shut up, I guess."

John waited a minute or two and then decided to take a small chance. "My wife and I are going to a party on Saturday," he said. Then he feigned second thinking himself and dropped the subject. "Well, it's nothing," he said.

Jason smiled. 

#

Patrice served supper in the nude that night. She'd gone to the trouble of cooking after a full day at work, and wanted to make it memorable. Desert was eaten off of her pussy and Jason's rigid cock. 

"My buddy is into group sex," he said as his wife's tongue licked the generous application of whipped cream from his dick. "He says they've got a party on Saturday."

"Was he inviting you?" She thought of the crazy times they used to have in college, and wondered once again if any of those old videos were still on the Internet. 

"Just seeing what I thought of it, I guess," Jason sighed. His cock was twitching in Patrice's mouth, yearning to explode. "I let him think it was cool with me."

"You want to get into that sort of thing?" She looked at him now. He'd been shocked at her sexual lifestyle when they met, and she'd toned it down and eventually quit because of her love for him. Still, if he had changed his mind, she was all for it.  

"Actually, yes," he said. "Of course, I've got my own nasty reason."

"And that is?"

"John's wife is about seven months pregnant."

Patrice laughed. "Okay, so you get to screw a pregnant lady, and it wouldn't have to be me."

"Right." 

"See if you can find out more about the party." Patrice lowered her mouth onto his cock and sucked him hard. Her efforts were rewarded by a shot of his cream to mingle with the whipped cream desert. 

#

"Jay's wife used to be into group sex," John said as they lay together in the dark that night. "He's never done it, but she has."

"Do they want to?" Terry smiled. Now that she and Jason had communicated, she wasn't worried about what would happen. 

"I don't know." John yawned. It was late and they'd both had big days. 

"Find out. The more the merrier, right?"

"Right. I can line up another gun for the firing squad." 

They both laughed at that allusion. 

#

And so it that John and Jason each began talking at the same time and with nearly the same sentence. What each said began with, "My wife says . . ." And then they stopped, chuckling, and took turns trying to make the other man speak first. 

Finally, Jason took the plunge. "My wife says I should ask about this party you mentioned," he said. "The group thing?"

"This Saturday night," John said. "In fact, my wife said I should see if you and your wife are interested in coming."

Jason pretended to think a moment, and then said, "Well, sure, I guess we might be."

"Cool. Just come over to my place about six on Saturday. We'll go from there."

They finished the ride in relative silence, both of them pondering how easily they had arranged such a personal event. Life could be strange sometimes. 

#

Jason sent a text to Patrice at work during his mid morning break. "We've been invited to a party. Six on Saturday night. Cool with that?" 

She got his message when she and another worker stepped out to the bank's back parking lot for a smoke. Reading the message, she smiled, and then texted back, "Yes. Very cool."

"What's so funny?" the woman at her side asked. 

"Something from my hubby," Patrice said. 

"What?"

"It's dirty," she explained. 

"So tell me anyway. You told me about the whipped cream. How dirty could this be?"

"Dirty enough."

The two women went back inside laughing about various customers and slipping breath mints into their mouths so they'd be ready to meet the public once again. "Hi, Mr. Porter," Patrice said to one of the bank officers as he crossed with a folder of papers in one hand. She'd recently applied for the assistant job that would be opening when his current girl moved out of town. 

"Hi, Patty." He smiled broadly, a very friendly man. 

Patrice took her place behind the teller window thinking that Robert Porter wasn't only a nice man, he had a nice ass, too. 

Patrice's contemplation of a possible sex party with a group of strangers excited her for the rest of the day. She and her dorm mates had been pretty wild in college. They'd held parties that were really nothing more than sex orgies, and they'd put many of them on video. Jason was shy, one thing that attracted her to him, and shy boys don't have sex in public. After college, she figured that those activities were through and was perfectly happy to act like a grown up. But now the possibility was back. This time, with Jason participating, she expected the whole thing to be even better.

#

Jason spent his day alternating between excitement and dread. He greatly desired a chance to be with Terry again. And, now that he knew her name, she seemed even sexier. But, on the other hand, he was petrified about getting naked in public, getting hard in front of other people, screwing while other people were watching, and anything else involving public sexual displays. 

Of course, he knew that Patrice would love it. She'd been a ringleader in the escapades of the "sex girls" as they were known in the dorm. He wanted her to have fun, and certainly didn't want to feel that he was holding her back from anything. 

Maybe if he drank enough, he'd be alright.

#

Terry couldn't imagine Jason participating in public sex, but she was rather happy that he would be there. She liked him. She wanted to be with him and John at the same time. That would be almost like fucking twins. Of course, there were real twins across the street, and she expected to spend some time with them, too. It was going to be a good party. 



CHAPTER FOUR, Robert, Robert, Al & Robert

Tania received some interesting email on the Wednesday before the party. 

"Hi, Mom. I saw Bobby last weekend. That's the real reason why I didn't come to visit, though it wasn't the original reason. I was going to paint my bedroom, but this was better. We had a nice talk. Now he wants to talk to you. I'll be there for the party. Tell Tillman I got on the pill, so it's time for him to put up or shut up. Bye, Sherona."

Tania read the email from Sherona and smiled. She didn't really expect that she would actually get her room painted. She usually found a way out of such things. Still, why would Robert Jr. been visiting her? A couple hours later, an email arrived that might have been giving her a hint about that visit.

"Mom- I'll be in town this weekend. Hope you've got room. I talked to Sherona last weekend, and it was very interesting. I really want to "talk" to you, too. See you Friday night. -Robert.

He put the word "talk" in quotes. That probably meant that Sherona had broken the ice with him about their new lifestyle. But did he approve or not? There was no way of telling from the email, so she had to survive the next two days in suspense. 

The weekend was going to be a full house. Cherie was coming back after finally going to New York with her friend. Sherona would be here. And now, Robert. Sherona and Cherie had already moved out when they bought the house, so they had figured they could get by with four bedrooms. Someone would have to use the hide-a-bed in the activity room, or double up with someone else. 

Given the current state of affairs, Tania figured that there might so much doubling up that they would have one room too many rather than one too few. Maybe two rooms too many.

#

Robert Porter left work early on the Friday before the party. He drove directly to Casbah Adult Books and Novelties and parked in a lot down the street. He hadn't been in there at all in the week since he found about his daughter's activities, but he felt strangely drawn to the place today. It might have been because he expected her to be through with sucking cocks through a hole in a wall after Saturday. It might have been because he liked the idea of his daughter sucking him off without knowing it was him. No matter why, he was compelled to be there today.

The book store was fairly crowded given the nature of its business and the time of day. Six men were milling around studying the videos and toys when he got there. Four remained, including Robert. They were all trying hard not to look as though they were waiting for someone to emerge from the hall at the back of the store, but that was why they were there. They were waiting for his daughter's current customer to finish so that they could take their turns. 

The men weren't the scruffy types he'd always associated with places like this. They were clean cut, a couple of them apparently professionals of some kind. Robert joined them in studying the video titles on display and trying to appear at ease while the man behind the counter read his newspaper and ignored his customers. 

There was a faint creaking sound, and a man came down the dark hall and into the light of the store. The man nearest the hall, a college youth, hurried in as soon as he passed and the door of the booth could be heard closing behind him. The men in the store resumed their idle reading of titles and pricing dildos. 

Fifteen minutes was all it took, and the college kid emerged looking happy. A middle-aged man in a tailored suit took his place and came back in twenty minutes later. One more youth, and then Robert went back to step inside the narrow booth. 

It didn't smell very good in there and wasn't terribly clean, but it wasn't nearly as squalid as people were led to expect. It was just a dimly lit room with a hole in the wall and two handles set about shoulder height in the wall above the ragged hole. 

"Hey, mister, get that big dick through here." That was his daughter's voice on the other side of the wall. It was her hand that came through to crook her finger at him. "I want to taste you, mister. Wanna have your cum."

Robert's cock was hard as iron when he dropped his pants and slipped it through the hole. He held onto the handles and closed his eyes while his daughter grasped him and stroked him and worked miracles with her mouth. It seemed to take only a minute or two for him to cum, but it was closer to twenty minutes when he looked at his watch. She left him drained and relaxed, ready for sleep. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 15



PART FIFTEEN: Neighbors at Play

CHAPTER ONE, Good Morning Sunshine

Elaine and Danny woke Laurel up carefully and took her out of their parent's bedroom without waking their mother. It was eight a.m., and time go get rocking. The three youths tip-toed through Elaine's room, where Robert was asleep sprawled nude across the bed, and into the bathroom. 

"Rise and shine, honey," Danny said as he leaned to kiss her breasts. Elaine moved in from behind, cupping the girl's soft butt in both hands and kissing the back of her neck briefly before going to the linen closet and bringing out a new toothbrush still in the case. 

"Here," she said, she said as she opened it. "We'll put your name on the case so you'll have one for emergencies." She winked at her and reached across to swat her brother on the back of the head. "Let her brush her teeth," she said. "Make yourself useless and turn on the shower."

Danny got the water running while Laurel brushed her teeth and Elaine sat to urinate quickly. It was no time at all before the three of them were in the shower and washing each other with deliberate care. It wasn't much longer before both Laurel and Elaine were nearing small orgasms as Danny stood between them with a hand each at work on their not so private parts. 

The shower curtain waved in a brief breeze as Robert entered, saying, "Don't mind me."

Laurel could hear him peeing, and she moved impulsively to open the curtain just far enough to peek through at him. His morning erection was hampering his ability to urinate, so she had a fairly lengthy show before Danny pulled her back, saying, "Pay attention, honey. It's time to wash your butt."

"Don't let that boy near your butt, girl," Robert said from outside the shower. He laughed, and said, "Or do let him, I guess. It's up to you."

The water was briefly warmer when the toilet flushed, and then Robert was gone. 

It was Elaine who soaped Laurel's backside, moving her slick fingers between her buttocks and over her anus. She slipped one, then two fingers into Laurel's bottom and kissed the back of her neck. Laurel sighed, leaning against the wall like a suspect braced for a cavity search. 

The next event was pretty straight forward. Danny lubed his cock, and then he parted Laurel's buttocks and slipped himself into her with one quick thrust. She gasped, more in surprise than pain, and then she rested the top of her head against the shower wall and looked down along her own body. She watched her large breasts swaying, water running over them and flicking from the nipples. Beyond her tits, she saw a hand slip around and disappear below her belly. Though she couldn't see it, she could certainly feel it as Danny rubbed her clit in time with his cock sliding in and out of her ass. 

Danny came quickly, filling her bottom, and then he pulled out and turned her around so that he could hold her close and kiss her. As he did, Elaine moved in again. She soaped her bottom again and worked three fingers into her stretched anus. Laurel could imagine Danny's cum slithering out of her butt at the prompting of Elaine's probing fingers. She didn't have to imagine the orgasm that Danny's fingers brought to her through her hard little clit. No, that was a proven event. 

When the three of them came downstairs, the scrambled eggs and bacon were nearly done. Emily was at work in the kitchen wearing nothing but her apron as she cooked, and she responded to her children's laughter by shaking her ass at them and saying, "Sit and eat. You're going to need your strength."

"Where's Dad?" Elaine asked as she sat.

"Sleeping." Emily brought the eggs and bacon to the table. "Must be getting old. One little quickie in the morning and he got all worn out." Bringing the toast now, Emily sat and joined them at breakfast. "So, Laurel, are you still worried about the party tonight?"

"No." Laurel blushed, though she wasn't sure why. "I guess I'm not worried any more."

Emily laughed in response and patted her hand. "That's good, dear. Relax. Have fun."

Laurel ate breakfast thinking that it was probably the strangest Saturday morning she'd ever experienced. It was certainly the best. 

After breakfast, Elaine walked Laurel home. She wanted to "say hi to your folks," she told her. When Albert came to greet them in the living room, Elaine walked brazenly up to the silver haired man and kissed him while grasping his crotch with softly massaging fingers. "Hi, Mr. Cassidy," she said, and then she kissed him again. 

"What are you doing to my husband?" Sharon asked brightly as she entered. 

"Hi, Mrs. Cassidy." Elaine turned to the woman and kissed her as well. She held Sharon Cassidy's butt with both hands, pulling their hips together, as she probed her mouth with her tongue. 

Then Elaine broke the kiss and stepped back, saying, "Thanks for letting Laurel stay overnight. She and my mom really had fun. See you at the party."

"Bye, Elaine," Laurel said. When the door closed behind her friend, she turned to her parents and said, "God, I'm tired. Nobody ever stops at that house. I have to get some sleep."

With that announcement, she staggered down the hall to the solitude of her own bed.

#

Robert Mosswell Jr. woke with his face pressed firmly between his mother's breasts where they lay facing each other. He took a moment to decide where he was and why, and then he remembered and his cock grew stiff against his mother's leg and then moved in between them as it firmed further. His hand was over her hip, and he curled his fingers against her buttock, slipping the tips into the warm crevasse of flesh and gripped her.

Tania's eyes flickered open and she yawned. Then she reached down and grasped Robert's penis, saying, "Oh, you sweet boy. You brought Mama a nice hard cock to play with."

"I hope you like it," he said, kissing one nipple. 

"I know I will, darling. I absolutely know that I will."

#

Karen Jenkins received a call from Bill Chambers at about nine o'clock Saturday morning. "Sorry I called so late," he said. "I didn't know if you would want to go to the party or not. You know, and if your husband, well, you know. Anyway, I figured I'd just call and see."

"I'm sure Ray would love to come. Where is the party?" She was intrigued by his description of it as being a neighborhood fuck party. A whole neighborhood? She wanted to see that.

"You know the Porter's place? Where we went to the last one? It's across the street at my grandparents house. Straight across the street. Bring your husband if you wanna."

"Of course. Thank you for inviting us, Bill." His grandparents house? Had she heard that right? "Are you bringing anyone to the party?"

"My mom."

"Your mother? What the hell are you . . ."

"Long story, but I suppose you'll figure it out at the party," he laughed somewhat sheepishly. "My whole family is going to be there, so I guess I'll bring her. About six, okay?"

"Okay."

Karen hung up the phone and laid back in bed beside her husband. "We've been invited to a party," she said. "Do you want to go to a real life, honest to goodness swingers party?"

"Yeah, of course," he said, sleepily. "Not right not, though, right?"

"No, tonight. Six o'clock."

"Good. So let's just sleep right now."

#

"You didn't invite her, did you?"

Bill was startled by the sound of his mother's voice and turned quickly to find her standing behind him sleepily in her sheer nightgown and fuzzy white slippers. She looked at him with confused concern on her face. It always surprised him how his mother's breasts seemed to sag more in the morning than at night. Muscle tone maybe? Or was it because of his mood when he saw them?

"That woman? Jenkins? Why invite her?"

"Man, you scared me," he said, laughing. "I didn't figure you'd be up so soon after last night."

"Why invite her?" She wasn't going to be moved off topic, and the concern was beginning to be replaced by petulance. 

"She's a friend, and they'll have fun," Bill said. He walked over to kiss his mother on the cheek and then pass her to go to the kitchen, but she stopped him with an arm across his chest.

"I thought it would just be us," she said. "Not some old girlfriend of yours."

"Just us?" Bill laughed. "Mom, there'll be like forty people there. And she's bringing her husband. What's up with you?" He stroked the side of her face tenderly thinking, not for the first time, that sex certainly confused a boy's natural feelings for his mother with those for a lover. 

"I don't want to lose you, Billy," she said, leaning her face against his hand and sliding one hand over his chest and down to cup his balls through his jeans. "That's all."

"It's not like we're married, Mom," Bill said. He kissed her cheek and stroked one finger lightly over one nipple. "And I'm going to college in the fall, you know."

"Yes, but . . ."

He walked past her now, entering the kitchen. "You're not old, Mom," he said, lightly. "Only thirty six. Why don't you hook up with someone?"

"I, well, your father just passed on."

"Two years now. There must be some guy out there who'd like putting clothespins on your nipples and stuff. Find one." 

He was teasing, trying to get off the strange subject with a joke, but Doris was hurt by the implication nonetheless. 

"Oh, Billy, do you think that's all it takes for a relationship?"

"No, of course not, but you've got to start somewhere."

"Start by fucking your old mom real nice this morning, okay?" She moved up behind him and hugged herself against his back. "Give me a little loving, honey."

"Sure, Mom," he said brightly as he turned to return the hug. "But I don't want to cum, you know. Wanna save it for Elaine Porter at the party."

"There's not much point then, is there?" She broke away and walked toward the refrigerator with a dismissive tone. "What's in it for you if you don't cum?" She got the pitcher of orange juice out, 

"I'd make my mother happy," Bill said. "That's what's in it for me."

Suddenly, Doris burst into tears and turned to hold herself against her son's broad chest. "Oh, Billy, you're such a good boy," she said. "I love you so much."

Bill stroked his mother's hair as he held her and wondered if he was going to have to delay breakfast this morning. He sure was hungry.

#

"I shouldn't have let you do that," Tania said as she lay beneath Robert Jr. and felt his cock pumping out the last of his cream into her hot cunt. 

"What? You mean . . ."

"No, silly." She smiled and kissed the concern away from her son's face. "I mean I shouldn't have made you cum. I want my little boy to have a full load for Elaine tonight."

"She's that freckled girl from down the street, right? I still don't get it."

"Her father wants to give her a treat," Tania said. "Something she really likes. Here, pull out now. I'm going to go remind your father and brother not to waste any of their juice this morning."

Robert rolled over and watched his mother jump out of bed, her breasts swaying and buttocks quivering. As long as he didn't think about it too closely, life was perfect. If he did think about it, life was like a dream somewhere beyond perfect, and he was afraid he might wake up. 

He hadn't known what to think when his mother began unbuttoning his shirt the night before. Sherona had already done pretty much the same thing the last weekend, saying, "I'm going to fuck you, bro. Gonna fuck your big dick." He'd been surprised, but was never one to turn down sex even if it was from his sister. Maybe especially from his sister. 

His mother had spoken with similar urgency. "I bet you've got a big cock," she said. "Bigger than Tillman or Dad. Big enough to bust me." Her words, and the movement of her fingers on his newly exposed chest brought him to action, and he struggled out of his clothing frantically so that he could tear at his mother's clothes. "Hey, baby," she laughed. "Slow down. Mama's pussy ain't going anywhere."

He didn't slow down, but pulled her slacks and underwear off and pulled her to him, kissing her with the passion of a long separated lover. She grasped his penis, pulling him to her, into her, and he lay between her legs feeling the hot majesty of her pussy holding his penis. He thought he might cum just from this. No. Not from just this. He wanted to fuck his mama into an explosive orgasm. He wanted to do his mama proud. 

She'd looked up at him with pure carnality as he began pumping himself between her legs. Harder, harder still, he thrust himself up inside his place of origin, and she began a purring kind of whine as her face twisted into a look of sexual concentration. 

"I'm cumming, baby!" she shouted, her body shuddering below him. "Jesus, Bobby, I'm cumming! Cum for me! Fill your mama's cunt with hot cum! Fill me, baby!"

He did just that, squirting into his mother's hot pussy and losing control of his movements until all he could do was lay against her as his cock finished twitching out the rest of his ejaculate inside of this fine woman's body. Then he rolled to his back, spent.

Tania had moved her mouth to his cock then. She'd sucked his balls and cock until he was hard again, and then she mounted him. He felt his semen making her even more slippery inside, but the exercised muscles of her vagina overcame the lack of friction. She fucked him, her huge breasts swaying above him, until he felt himself ready to burst. 

That was when she did something very unmotherly. She got off and grasped his raging cock, stroking it and sucking gently at the head. When his orgasm hit, she pumped it out onto his stomach, laughing, saying, "Look at all that cream for Mama." When he was finished spurting, she licked at his cum and sucked it all away and swallowed it. Only then did she lay beside him, saying, "My big boy. Big beautiful boy."

Thinking back on it now, Robert was still amazed at what a sexual animal his mother was. If she weren't his mother, he'd be thinking happily of her as a slut, a true cock hound. He meant slut in the contented, awe-struck sense men reserve the word for any woman who likes to fuck as much as a man, not the pejorative meaning women reserved for the word. Still, she was his mother, and slut just didn't seem right somehow. 

Cock hound, sure, he felt saying that to describe his mother. 

"Too late," she said as she reentered the bedroom. "I guess we all woke up with the same idea, except that it appears that the girls switched partners at some point in the night. They weren't sleeping where I saw them last."

Robert had barely remembered the scene when his brother came home last night. Sherona had been adamant about having him, saying, "He ain't had my pussy yet. We've got some catching up to do." Then she added, taunting her sister, "You can have him later. Maybe. But only if I want to let him go." She had led Tillman off without another word, leaving the four remaining Mosswells to enjoy a glass of wine and increasingly dirty conversation. 

"Mama, can I just go fuck Daddy?" Cherie finally asked, after her second glass of wine. "I've been home a whole two hours now."

"You don't have to ask, dear," Tania said. "I was hoping you'd leave so I could suck Bobby's cock, anyway. Unless you two wanted to stay and watch."

"Okay, dear, I'll watch," her husband said. 

"No you won't, Daddy." Cherie stood, reaching for his hand. "You'll be with me. Let her suck Bobby's skanky old cock. I want the original."

Bobby drifted off to sleep that morning feeling blissfully warm wrapped in his mother's arms and the carnal memories of their night together. Just as he dropped off to sleep, he wondered about Cherie. She seemed so changed. Happier. Would she let him put his skanky old dick into her if he asked nicely? 

His cock twitched at the thought, but he was too tired to be aroused just then. He wanted to sleep here with his mother forever. 

#

Tillman woke briefly when his mother opened the door to his bedroom, but he drifted back to sleep quickly. The previous night's events had worn him out completely and he wasn't quite up to the task of sorting them out just yet. 

"Give me that big thing, bro," Sherona said, pulling him into his bedroom by the belt. "You've got a long ride on my pussy coming, don't you? A nice long ride."

"Oh, yeah," he agreed, kicking his door shut and getting out of his clothing in record time. 

There was no further preamble to their coupling. They stripped and rushed at each other, uniting cock and cunt almost immediately in a thrusting, moaning dance. Tillman fucked his sister against the wall, his desk, bed, and finally the floor before shooting his semen into her body in long, hard bursts that brought a keening moan to her lips. 

"Oh, yes," she sighed, atop him then. "Keep it up and keep it cumming," she demanded, humping herself on his rigid prick as fast as she could manage. "Sister's gonna have a nice time on her little brother's cock. She's needed another shot of cream filling."

And they copulated heroically for nearly an hour, and Tillman finally released another spurt of cum into his sister's cunt and also onto the skin of her broad, beautiful butt. They lay nearly unconscious together, recovering on his bed for another hour before Cherie burst in, naked and jiggling with carnal excitement. 

"Daddy wants you," she shouted at Sherona. 

"Now?"

"Well, I want Tillman, so get the fuck out of here."

"Good luck," Sherona said as she rose to leave the room. She stood briefly beside her sister, and Tillman was afforded a wonderful view of the two naked women, one tall and statuesque, and the other short and round and soft. "I think I milked him dry," Sherona told Cherie. "Have fun what what's left."

"Well, there ain't nothing left of Daddy," Cherie boasted with an evil grin. "He was sound asleep, and Mama's door is locked so you can't get any from Junior. But I'm sure Daddy will take care of you once you wake him up."

Cherie assaulted Tillman's cock with her breasts at first, caressing it between them until he was hard as a rock. Then she sucked at him hungrily, a woman making up for lost time, before lifting herself up to ride his cock with swaying, rippling, abandon. 

Tillman let her manage the event. He lay and allowed her use him as she would and enjoyed the sight of her soft little body moving atop him and the taste of her hard nipples pressed into his mouth. She took him through to the point where her orgasms were too intense to continue. At that point, she moved over him, her breasts down and swaying upon his cock. She pressed herself together, tit-fucking him to a heady release on his belly, which she then sucked up with a carnal grin. 

"You the tasty one, aren't you?" she said, kissing up over his chest to his neck. "You taste fine."

Tillman wasn't sure if they had sex again, but he felt that he had at least tried. The once ornery woman sleeping tangled in his sheets beside him looked satisfied, anyway. He rolled, slipping his hand down over his sister's buttock, and fell back asleep. 

It was going to be a wonderful weekend.

#

Patty Trent was tidying up her kitchen after feeding the kids that day. It was nearly noon, and she was trying to work up excitement for the party. She wasn't really looking forward to it, and she wasn't sure why. Or, she wasn't willing to admit why.  

It was Emily, of course. 

Emily hadn't come around much the past couple weeks, and that bothered Patty. She found that she had looked forward to the other woman's company even more than their sex together. In fact, the period of her absence had proved to Patty that she could do without a woman's touch, because when she was horny she found that it was only her husband she wanted. Still, she missed talking to her, and she wondered why Emily didn't at least call. 

She was at her refrigerator wondering if the kids would like some kind of dessert after their supper tonight when there was a knock at the door. Emily was just poking her head in when Patty turned. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 15



"Hey, neighbor," Emily said. 

"Hi, stranger. Come on in." Patty closed the door of the fridge and stood smiling as Emily approached her. 

"I'm sorry I haven't been over," Emily said as she kissed the other woman on her lips. After the first kiss, she slipped her arms around Patty's back to clasp her rounded bottom and pull her closer. "I didn't mean to desert you," she said. "Really." Then she kissed her firmly, with a lover's intensity and need, and she moved one hand up to slip her fingers through Patty's hair and hold her in place while exploring her mouth with her tongue. 

"The kids," Patty whispered against Emily's lips, though she was holding Emily with equal ferocity just then. 

Emily moved her head back just far enough to look into Patty's eyes. "I don't know," she said, with a wicked smile. "Maybe I am a lesbian." She kissed her once again, quickly, and then backed away. 

Patty was smiling now. It was okay. There was nothing wrong between them. Knowing that allowed her to resume her normally dominant role with Emily. "I shouldn't allow you to kiss me," she said, smiling. "Cutting you off would be your just deserts after you stayed away so long."

Emily laughed. "Yes, I suppose so. Like leaving me stranded on a desert island without the comfort of your lips."

"Jesus, Emily," Patty laughed. "Where'd that come from?"

"Some poem. I can't remember any more of it, but I think that fits."

"Would you like some dessert?" Patty moved toward the counter to get coffee. "Betty Burton gave Jenny a recipe for coffee cake, and she brought over a sample."

"Sure, if you can spare any." Emily sat at the kitchen table. "If it's Betty's recipe it must be good."

"I can spare all of it. I think Jenny wants everyone's thighs to be like hers." Patty brought over two plates of cake and then got them each a cup of coffee. "You're the slim type, but everything will go to my ass if I'm not careful."

"We'd hate to have your ass get any more beautiful," Emily teased, tasting the cake. "Boy, this is good."

"Beautiful my ass." Patty sat and watched Emily eat a moment. 

"Well, my son and husband sure seem to think your ass is beautiful," Emily told her. "Danny asked about you. He wondered if you might like to spend some quality time with him at the party tonight."

"That's sweet," Patty said, thinking that Danny was certainly someone worth spending time with, but she'd never thought of him in that way before. He'd always just been Emily's son. "I suppose I could make room on my dance card."

"Good." Emily put her fork down and looked across at Patty as a wistful smile came to her lips. "I love you," she said. Then she shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I'm not a lesbian. Still, I do love you."

"What brought that on?" Patty hoped she wasn't blushing. It didn't feel as though she was, but sometimes it was hard to tell.

"The past couple weeks," Emily said. "I've been preoccupied at home, but I never actually stopped thinking about you. I like being with you. You know, just talking. Of course I really like being with you in the biblical sense, too," she laughed. "And I love your beautiful ass."

"I'm flattered," Patty said, caught off guard by the other woman's admission. "I don't really know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Emily told her as she reached to clasp her hand. "Just because I feel a certain way it doesn't mean you have to feel that way, too. I just thought I should tell you that I don't ever want us to be apart."

"That's easy," Patty said, laughing. "Given the friendly nature of this neighborhood, I don't think we're ever going to move away."

They both laughed then, letting the aura of Emily's admission dissipate in their laughter. 

"So, what have you been up to?" Patty said. "I hardly even saw you outside the last few weeks."

"Yes, well, that's something else I wanted to tell you before the party," Emily said. "I suppose I wanted to tell you how I felt first. You know, so you'd be less likely to think badly of me."

"I wouldn't . . ."

"Maybe not, but you should let me make my confession before you say," Emily said seriously. She sipped her coffee, thinking again that she must ask what roast Patty used for this delicious coffee. She wished that was all they had to talk about. Coffee. Not her family life. 

"Patty," she said slowly. "Some things have been happening with my family that I wouldn't have ever predicted would happen to us. In fact, they're things I thought only happened in bad crime stories. Well, not crime, I guess. I certainly don't feel criminal."

She drank more coffee and looked down at the table between them.

"My son and I, are . . . Well, Robert and I have fallen into a . . . well, we both have relationship with our children that isn't quite normal. A, um, a sexual one."

She stopped there, still staring at the table, waiting for a response.

"Sexual?" Patty said, slowly. Without looking, Emily couldn't tell much about her feelings from her flat tone. "You're having sex with your children?"

"Yes. Well, you knew how they were snooping. Watching us. It just kind of grew from that. I fought it, really, but all my fighting did was turn me into a real bitch with Elaine. It's funny how it ended up that my not wanting to hurt them made me face my own feelings and give into something that could have hurt them even worse. It could still hurt them, I suppose, and it sounds horrible."

"Oh, Emily." Patty took her hand then, squeezing it. "No, not horrible."

"Really?" Emily looked up then and was relieved to see a soft, loving look in Patty's eyes. "I was afraid you'd hate me."

"No. I don't understand," Patty admitted, shrugging. "Not really. I mean, I do, because you've got good looking kids. And, well, because I know that you and Robert love your kids. But I don't understand because, well, because they are your kids. I don't see how that happens."

"I know." A tear escaped Emily's eye and trickled down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly. "I should be ashamed. I try to be, but I'm not."

"Don't be. Your kids are adults," Patty said. "And they were the ones watching you and Robert. They had those feelings first."

"It's not their fault."

"That's not what I meant," Patty said quickly. "I mean that you didn't force them into anything."

"No, I guess not. But that's one reason I didn't come over. I was afraid you'd find out and hate me. I was afraid I'd let something slip, you know, in talking."

"I see." Patty drank some coffee, pondering the new situation. Was she appalled? Shocked? Did she feel different about Emily now that she knew? No. She was somewhat shocked, and she surely didn't understand. But she was not the kind to condemn someone whose lifestyle was different than hers. Especially not if she knew them to be good people. She felt the strange combination of feelings that told her to ask about Emily's children's sexuality while still wanting to stay far away from the subject of incest. "Why did you need to tell me now?" she asked. "Before the party?"

"Because you'd know once you saw us there," Emily said. "Everyone will know, but you're the only one I was really worried about."

"But, why? I mean, the purpose of the party is always to mix it up. Nobody fucks their own partner, do they?"

"Well, maybe not. But, after the thing with Elaine, well, you would just know."

"What thing with Elaine?"

"Hasn't Robert spoken to Charlie?"

"Not that I know of," Patty admitted. "What?"

"Well, Elaine has gotten rather fond of . . . . Gosh, Patty, this sounds so sick. And for it to be my own daughter, well, It's rather hard to tell you."

"You just told me that you guys fuck your kids," Patty said. "How hard could it be?"

Emily laughed. "Okay. Good point. Elaine has developed a fixation with cum," Emily said. "Semen. She doesn't really have an orgasm unless a man is cumming on her. Preferably on her face. I've watched her. And she's admitted that she has dreams of an army of men standing around her and covering her body with cum."

"An army of men?" Patty liked cum as much as anyone, but she couldn't fathom wanting such a thing to happen to her. 

"Yes, an army."

"Gosh."

#

Claudia Adams lumbered through the living room and sat heavily on the couch. She was fed up with this pregnancy thing and wanted nothing more than to get the little fellow out of her body. Enough was enough.

She and Andy had gone back and forth about the party. He wanted to stay home, take it easy, and wait for her water to break. She wanted to go where she could at least watch the action, get off on providing liquid refreshment to the participants, and maybe have someone suck on her clit for her. She wanted to find something to get her condition off of her mind for awhile. Andy had finally given in about going after she promised to take it easy and not let anybody get rough with her. Despite the fact that she told him it wasn't necessary, he promised not to go far away on his party adventures. 

He was a good husband. Too good, maybe, but it's hard to complain about a man who pays attention and cares about you. Right now, she wanted a husband who might think it was a good idea for her to get a dick or two inside of her. She wanted a husband who would suggest that it would be good for her to swallow a few pints of cum. 

Well, maybe it was the hormones talking. Maybe, if she weren't pregnant, she'd think this whole orgy thing was perverse. Maybe she'd like it even more. No matter what, she wanted to get laid and give birth. She wanted them both right now.

#

"I suppose you're wondering why I've called this family meeting." Albert stood before his family where they were assembled at the dining room table. He was trying to be funny, because they weren't the type of family that held family meetings, but nobody laughed. He supposed that they knew exactly why he wanted to talk to them all together. 

"Okay, I guess you already know," he said, laughing. Looking at them now, he was amazed at how his wife seemed more like his child than his wife just then. Perhaps their ages were too far apart. Perhaps he just felt a similar protectiveness toward her. It didn't matter. He felt like an ancient professor addressing a college class when he looked at them. "It's about the party."

"Is there special sex etiquette we should know about?" Tim asked. 

"Yeah, don't fuck the men," Tom said. 

"Well, unless they ask you to," Laurel said, laughing. 

"I suppose that there is, actually," Albert said. "But I don't know what it is. That was my purpose here. This is uncharted territory for us, and I don't want any of you to go into it with any questions."

"I do have a question," Laurel said. "I mean, well, after you have sex with someone, do you just go hop on somebody else right away? Do we get to wash or anything?"

The twins laughed, but Albert shushed them with a frown. 

"Good question," he said. "In fact, I asked that myself, so don't you boys think it's a dumb question."

"Yeah, you guys don't have to go around with goo running down your leg," Laurel said. 

"Ew!" the boys said in laughing unison.

"Exactly," Albert said. "And Ralph told me that they have three showers available. Oh, Sharon, he asked if we could bring some towels over, too. You know, nobody has enough towels for this many people."

"Good idea," his wife agreed. 

"Any other questions?"

"Do all these people know about us?" Tim asked. "I mean, they might think it's freaky to bring your kids to an orgy."

"I think they all . . . well, no, I'm not sure about the Adamses or Carters, but the others know. The Burtons practice family love. And Laurel can certainly attest to the fact that the Porters are members of our little club."

"Yeah, she can tell us about how they like to seduce stupid little girls and ravage them," Tom said. "Or, no, I guess she refuses to tell us about that."

"Oh, shut up," Laurel said. 

"How do you pick somebody? You know," Tim asked. "Just ask?"

"Sure," Sharon said. "I don't suppose it's very polite to just stick your dick in without asking. It's only good manners."

"He's never had good manners," Tom said. "Why ask him to start now?"

"I learned all my manners from you," Tim replied. 

"Remember that you don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Albert said. "I suppose that advice is more for the ladies, since nature has put them on the receiving end of this sort of thing. Still, you boys remember that too. You don't have to do anything. And, more important, remember that no always means no. Even at an orgy."

Everyone laughed at the absurd sound of that statement. 

"Oh, yes," he added. "There's been a special request for us guys. I'll go over that later with you boys."

"What is it?" Laurel asked. "How come I don't get in on it?"

"How do you know you don't?" Tim asked her. 

"She doesn't," Albert said. "But she'll know all about it at the party. We just don't want a certain party to know until the time comes."

"Wow," Laurel said. "Mysterious."

"Any other questions?" Albert asked. When there were none, he said, "Okay, I guess the meeting is over. Have fun. Don't be shy. Remember that I'm proud of you and hope you'll behave in the proper manner for the circumstances."

"What would that be?" Tim asked. 

"Well, don't turn down Betty or Jenny just because they're older," Sharon said. "Any of the parents, for that matter. Got that?"

"Hell, we like fucking parents," Tom said. 

#

"Jenny said something stranger the other day," Terry Carter said to her husband as they were cleaning up after lunch. "She said we should be ready for some surprises about our neighbors."

"Surprises?" John put the last plate into the dishwasher and added the detergent. 

"Yeah. She said we shouldn't rush to judgment." Terry sat to relieve the strain on her back. She was feeling her condition more and more as it progressed. 

"Never a good idea to do that," John said, stroking her hair. "About anyone."

"Sure, but what could be more surprising than showing up at an orgy?"

"Well, they'll be bringing their kids. That's surprising."

Terry thought a moment. It made sense to put the two parties together, but it was weird since that meant the kids would be having sex at the same party as their parents. It was surprising, but that couldn't be what Jenny meant, could it?

"Well, I don't know," she said. "I suppose you're already planning which little girl you want to fuck first."

"Wow, I guess I didn't think of that," John admitted. He found it very odd that he had not yet considered the fact that he could get with some eighteen year-old pussy at the party. "Man, I don't know."

"I would be Cathy Burton," Terry said. "Or, no, I guess you've never met her. You're always at work when she comes over to see her grandparents. There's another girl, too. Ginny Burton."

"Damn, the Burton family is all over the place," John said. "And their kids are there, too? I mean, Cathy's dad will be there, right? Kent Burton? And it's at her grandparent's house?"

"Yes. Three generations of Burtons," Terry said. "Say, you don't suppose that's what Jenny meant? You know, about the Burtons?"

"Well, sure, must be," John said. "Why would they want to expose themselves at a party?"

"Who knows. Maybe they figure that we're all screwing around so much that it wouldn't be a shock. Besides, Kent and his wife were at the last party. They seemed pretty friendly with Ralph and Betty."

"Man, that is surprising," John said. "You know, the thought of watching them . . . well, it kinda turns me on."

"Yes," Terry admitted. "I would like to see that."

"You know, maybe I should call Jay and have them come over early," John said. "You know, so we know each other a little bit before we get naked and all that."

"Good plan," Terry admitted. She wanted to awkwardness of meeting her client in her home out of the way fast. "Why do they call him Jay? That's one thing I'd like to know. His name's Jason, right?"

"Yeah. I don't know." John shrugged as he opened his cell phone. "Just shorter, I guess."

"It doesn't really take that much time to say Jason."

#

"Don't none of you have to go to this party, you know." Tania Mosswell spoke her mind as they were having lunch. It seemed like a good time to do so. "I mean, this whole thing is new to us all, and you kids don't have to jump into it like this."

"Mom, we're not really kids, are we?" Tillman put in. "And Sherona and I have been to the other party."

"Yes, well Cherie and Bobby haven't been," his mother said. "We've already taken a pretty big step here."

"Random sex with strangers is really a much smaller step than sex with your family," Robert Jr. pointed out in his usual logical manner. "Letting those strangers know that we screw each other is a big step, I suppose. But, other than that, this is just a dirty good time."

"You might feel it's too early to let them know about us," his father said. 

"If Bobby and I stay home, they'll think we're not getting any," Cherie said haughtily. "I been too long not getting any to let people think I still ain't. Especially from my own family."

"Incest ain't new to this neighborhood anyway," Sherona said. 

"New?" Robert Jr. said. "Hell, it's downright contagious."

CHAPTER TWO, Approaching Ecstasy

Four o'clock. 

Kent and Sally Burton were showering together, sharing an intimate time in the privacy of their bath before diving into the whole party thing. Both of them were excited about the party, but Kent was worried, too. What if the others didn't approve of them?

"It'll be all right," Sally told him now, washing his penis carefully. "Nobody is going to call the cops."

"I wasn't worried about that," her husband said, pushing her hands away from his firming cock. He turned her then, washing her butt with soapy fingers. "I was worried that they'd be shocked, I guess."

"I wasn't," Sally reminded him. "Not really, anyway."

"I remember you screaming something like, 'Oh my God!' when I told you," he said. 

"Sure, but how long did it take before I was fucking your father?"

"A week, I guess." Kent laughed. 

"And we're not asking any of them to screw their kids. Actually, I think that anyone whose kids are going to be there is already screwing them."

"Okay, I suppose I won't worry," Kent said. "It's more to avoid embarrassing Cathy, anyway."

"Cathy?" Sally said, surprised. "She's not going to be embarrassed by anything."

#

Ray Jenkins sat on the seat of the toilet and watched his wife blow drying her hair. She was dressed only in her thong, and her breasts swayed and jiggled with the movements of her arms. God, she was making him horny, but he really wanted to wait. She'd been having her fun, and he wanted his, too. 

He'd gotten a call from Robert Porter giving him another reason to wait, too, and he brought that up now.

"I got a call from Robert Porter," he said. 

"What?" Karen called out over the noise of the dryer.

"Robert Porter called while you were in the shower," he said louder. "It was an awkward conversation, since we don't know each other. You taught his daughter?"

"Yes, in my first year." Karen turned the dryer off and put it aside to finish brushing her hair. "Her father called?"

"Yes. He said that Bill's mom told her brother we were coming, and he called the Porters to tell them about us."

"Something wrong? Don't they want us?"

"Oh, yeah, they want us. Robert said to tell you that both he and his wife would love to become better acquainted with you at the party."

"I actually don't remember them at all," Karen said. "Was that why he called?"

"No, he wanted to tell me that they had a special request to start things off. It's a present for his daughter. Elaine? Is that her name?"

"Yes, cute little redhead. What's the present?"




Neighborly Relations Pt. 15



"He wants me to, well, squirt on his daughter," Ray said. 

#

Five o'clock.

Jason and Patrice parked their car in the Carter's driveway and got out to study the neighborhood. It seemed like such a quiet, respectable place. 

"Come on in," John called from the door. "You must be Patrice," he said, shaking her hand as he ushered them in. 

"Just a handshake?" Jason said, teasing both his wife and co-worker. "We're going to an orgy, aren't we?"

"Yes, John, she'll think you don't like her." Terry was laughing as she came into the living room. "Give her a proper kiss." Terry hurried over and grabbed Jason's face in both hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. "I'm Terry," she said. "Pleased to meet you."

Patrice laughed and turned toward John, who did his wife one better by grasping Patrice's ass in both hands as he brought their lips together in a soft, passionate kiss. 

"Well, I guess that broke the ice," Patrice said. Then she reached out and grasped Terry's belly with both hands, stroking it. "How far along?"

"Six months. Well, seven now, I guess," Terry said, thinking that Patrice went for her belly awfully fast for someone who didn't want children. 

When the other woman looked at Terry, there was something in her eyes that invited a kiss, so she leaned forward and kissed her, flicking her tongue at her lips and feeling Patrice's tongue extend in response. They parted, smiling at each other. 

"Okay," Jason said, nearly drooling. "This whole thing is worth it just to see my wife do that."

"Oh, come on," Patrice teased him. "You know damn well it won't be worth it until you get to have sex with Terry."

"Okay, sure, but now I'm wondering if I'll get to see you have sex with Terry," he said. 

"Sure you will," John told him, laughing. "At least, you will if my wife has anything to do with it."

#

Bill Peterson was at the wheel of the van with his sister's husband Kyle riding shotgun again. Each man was studiously avoiding even the impression that they were looking at the other's crotch during the trip. They each were enjoying intermittent hard-ons as their thoughts wandered over the possibilities of the party. Each wanted to get together with Jenny Peterson, though Bill's thoughts in that direction were more conflicted than Kyle's. 

Kyle, of course, wanted Jenny because she was physically the same as Brenda, her daughter, and because it was way cool dirty to fuck his mother. Bill wanted her because she had turned him on when they'd walked in on the last party and he saw her lying naked on the floor. His excitement had confused him then, but he'd gotten used to it now. After a couple weeks with his wife, Melody, and her new sexual attitude, he decided that anything was possible. Maybe he'd just take her by surprise. Maybe he could get away with fucking his mother without her even knowing that it was him. 

Brenda and Melody were in the back seat letting their minds wander in similar directions. Brenda was thinking of what a nice cock her father had. She was jealous that Melody had been allowed to suck it. She wondered what she could do to trick her father into fucking her. She didn't suppose there was any way to trick her mother into fucking her with a strap-on, but she felt determined to make her husband's dreams come true if at all possible. 

Melody was consciously working to create a feeling of being at the mercy of the people around her. It wasn't her fault, she kept thinking. What ever happened was because they were forcing her to do it. Even if she were told to go down on her sister's pussy and suck at her big, saggy tits, she would have been forced to do it. It was becoming hard to maintain that mind set. More and more, she was just plain wanting it for herself. 

It was like oral sex, she supposed. She didn't want to suck Bill's cock because nice girls didn't allow themselves to be used like that. And she didn't let him eat her pussy because she expected that he would use that as leverage together to make her blow him. Then came the party, when he'd just fucked her right out where anybody could see. The party where she'd taken her father's cock into her mouth. After that she'd just gone down on him when ever he asked. Asked firmly, of course. Now that he shaved his pubic hair, it wasn't unpleasant at all. And she'd gown to love the feeling of his tongue on her pussy. She supposed that was why she had thought about eating Brenda now. She knew how good it felt to have her pussy licked and sucked, and now that she knew she could imagine herself doing it to someone else. She'd have to be forced to do it, of course. She liked to be forced. 

It was as though he was reading her mind when Bill turned his head and said, "Honey, why don't you give my sister a big old kiss now? Just to get ready for the party."

"What?" Brenda asked. "She doesn't have to do that."

"Sure she does. She's going to be a real loose woman, aren't you honey?"

"If you want me to," Melody said, shaking her dark hair back. "I'll be a slut if that's what you want."

"Yes, definitely that, though I guess I'd say friendly girl rather than slut. I just want you to fuck everybody at the party at least once. Okay? Men and women."

"Okay."

"So kiss my sister," he said. "Give her tits a little feel."

Kyle turned to watch and was rewarded by the sight of his wife pressing her lips against Melody's lips in a long French kiss while Melody squeezed her large, soft breasts. He was hard as a rock seeing that, and had all he could do to stop himself from climbing back there with them. 

"Can you guys do that naked?" he asked. "At the party?"

"Sure they can," Bill said. "If Brenda is open to it, anyway. I think they should go down on you together."

"Man, that's sweet," Kyle said. "Of course, it's not really fair, is it? I get to fuck your wife but you don't want to fuck mine."

"Who says I don't?" Bill said, smiling behind his sunglasses. He had been thinking about his mom and Brenda going down on his cock in just the manner that he suggested Brenda and Melody should do with Kyle. 

Brenda laughed in the back seat. "I think I'm too much woman for you to handle, bro," she said. 

"Oh, man, that sounds like a challenge to me," Bill said. "Do you dare me?"

"Dare you?" Brenda wasn't sure she wanted to go that far with her joke. "I don't know if I'd go that far."

"Chicken," Kyle said, laughing. "Hell, Bill, I dare you to fuck my wife. I double dog dare you."

"Oh, oh," Brenda said as she leaned forward to swat her husband on the back of the head. "Now I'm doomed."

#

While Emily and Robert gathered towels and bottles of wine into a wicker picnic hamper that hadn't seen use in years, the kids were busy putting the finishing touches on their personal preparations. Elaine stood naked at the mirror of their shared bedroom plucking her eyebrows (a task she normally thought was foolish) while her brother toweled himself dry after his shower. 

"What about the hair on my dick?" Danny asked, the towel obscuring his face as he dried his hair. 

"It's blond," his sister replied without looking. "Probably too late to die it and make it pretty like mine."

"No." He took the towel down to dry between his legs. "I mean about shaving it. The Burtons all shave their pubes. Not just Cathy and Ginny, but Carter and Paul, too. Should I shave mine off?"

"Their dad doesn't shave his."

"Yeah, well, he's old. Should I shave mine?"

"Why?" Now she looked at him in the mirror with amusement. 

"I don't know." He shrugged, tossing the towel aside and taking up the hair brush. "I guess cause maybe the ladies won't want to go down on me. You know."

"That's nuts." Elaine laughed. "Mrs. Peterson and Mrs. Burton are from the old pubic hair generation. They won't notice. The ones our parents age are probably used to only the girls shaving. It's only our age to worry about, and you've already screwed that group."

"Oh," he said simply as he studied his face in the mirror over Elaine's head. 

"Besides, if you get razor burn, they'll think you've got a disease." Elaine put the tweezers down and opened the cabinet to get her deodorant. "Your dick looks fine as it is."

"You think so?" Danny stepped back and lifted his scrotum and penis with one hand and studied himself seriously. 

"Yes. When did you get so vain?"

"I'm not, well, I guess because it's everyone's parents there, too, you know?" Danny smiled sheepishly as he searched the cabinet for his own deodorant. "I mean, well, Cathy's mom? Her grandmother? We grew up knowing Cathy was a goof, but her mom and grandmother were, hell, they were the law. Mrs. Peterson? They've all been adults for as long as we've known them, and I kinda want to measure up."

"Now you're making me nervous," Elaine said. 

He was right, of course. She'd had no problem walking into the Cassidy's house and grabbing Laurel's mom and dad because they were new in the neighborhood. She hadn't grown up near them. She couldn't imagine doing that to Jenny or Daryl Peterson. No, she couldn't see herself doing that at all. She resolved right then to force herself to do it right away tonight and get past it.

Elaine put her deodorant stick down and lifted her arm, thrusting her arm pit toward Danny. "How do I smell! Huh? Smell okay?" she asked, backing him up against the wall. 

"You smell like shit," he said, laughing. "You already know that."

"Good. Then I'm as ready as I'll ever be." She backed away, laughing, and left the room saying, "You finish getting pretty. Maybe if you put some cologne on your cock you'll attract women."

Danny stood looking at himself in the mirror. Now that his sister was gone, he was able to tighten his stomach muscles and study the effect. He flexed his biceps and smiled brightly to emphasize his teeth, checking everything. Not good enough. He brushed his teeth again. 

Should he put cologne on his dick? He considered it, because he didn't figure there was anything much worse to put your nose against than ball sweat, but decided not to do it. There was no point making himself smell better if he was going to taste like a chemical lollypop. On the subject of smells, he wondered again about his back side. Surely that was a worse smell than ball sweat. He'd washed his ass enough, hadn't he? 

Stop it. He left the mirror for the sanctuary of his room before he ended up talking himself into showering again. He didn't have a full length mirror to distract himself in there. Of course, he did have a closet full of clothing, any of which might be the perfect thing to wear. Or, maybe, the worst thing to wear.

Danny picked a pair of jeans first, but realized that the tight confines of denim would only promote dick sweat. He needed loose pants. Okay, a pair of shorts and sandals would work. Should he wear underwear? No, he shouldn't. He should give his balls as much space to air out as possible. But if they played any kind of stripping games he'd need something to bet. Wait a second, why would he want to stay clothed?

Emily entered as he was trying to choose between two shirts. She, of course, was dressed perfectly. She was wearing a sun dress with absolutely nothing else between her body and the open air. 

"That one," she said, pointing at a bright floral shirt. "The other one is dull."

"But this is so . . ."

"Bold and brave and ready for anything," she said, quickly. "You'll look confident. The Moms will dig that."

"Danny! Elaine!" Their father was calling from downstairs. "Come on! Let's get going!"

"Okay, here goes," Danny said, throwing one shirt aside and getting into the other as they left his room. "I'm nervous."

"Me too." Elaine took his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "But we're with friends, right? And we've got each other. Right?"

"Right."

"So everything will be okay."

CHAPTER THREE, The Cum Queen

Charles and Patty were already there when the Porters got to the Burton house. "Howdy, neighbor," Charles said, laughing from the couch, as they handed their basket of towels and wine over to the hosts. Patty stood, smiling, and hurried over to them. She didn't greet Emily or Robert but went right to their kids. 

"Hello, you two," she said. She kissed them both on the lips and then held them both to her rather like a smothering aunt on a long overdue visit. "You're so big and grown up, aren't you? Man, I can't believe it." 

She was teasing, of course, but doing a good enough job of it to confuse the Porter kids. They stood immobile in her arms, betraying their confusion and discomfort. Patty's next moves put them at ease. She stepped back and reached for their crotches simultaneously. 

"I can't wait to get with the both of you," she said, licking her lips. "Danny, your mom tells me that you love my ass. That's so sweet of you."

Danny laughed, stepping forward a bit and moving his cock against her hand as he reached for her breasts. "Yes, I sure do. You've got a cute little bubble butt, Mrs. Trent. I've always thought that."

"And you've got a nice big cock," she said, rubbing his now tumescent penis through his shorts. "Maybe we can get them together later. Sound good?"

"Excellent." Danny slid his hands around to grasp Patty's butt, and he kissed her forehead. 

"Better stop, Mrs. Trent," Elaine warned. "He's got a quick trigger. You might make him cum in his pants."

"I will not!" Danny complained, scowling at his sister. There were times for teasing, and this wasn't one of them. 

"I doubt that," Patty said, though she broke contact and stepped back. "I bet he's got great control. Like Charles. Honey, are you looking forward to having sex with a cute little freckled girl?"

"Oh, yes," Charles said. "Of course, I'm really looking forward to seeing you have sex with her."

"Hello? We're here!" The Peterson family came through the door en mass with Melody bringing up the rear. "Do you need help setting things up?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, yes," Betty Burton greeted them. She was a bundle of bespectacled, grandmotherly happiness dressed in a blouse that let the dark patches of her nipples show through. "Come on and we'll set up the snacks."

The two women disappeared into the kitchen while Emily walked over and took Melody in her arms. "Hi," she said. "How are you this time? Okay?"

Melody answered by taking Emily's face in her hands and kissing her. "I'm fine," she said. She'd surprised herself with that, since she couldn't blame the action on anyone else's command. Still, she'd liked it. She did it again.

Emily kissed her back and grasped her bottom gently. This chick had sure changed since she was there last.

Some of the other neighbors were visible crossing the street now, all carrying baskets or bags and bottles of wine. Soon, the living room was full and Ralph Burton led them to the back yard, where a picnic table was laden with plastic wine glasses and open bottles. 

"Elaine," her mother said, taking her aside. "Why don't you wait here for the late arrivals? The Cassidy family isn't here. And the Carters. Oh, and your teacher is coming. Karen Jenkins? She's bringing her husband."

"Man, this is a big party," Elaine marveled. 

"Yes, it sure is, I . . . Oh, here comes Laurel's family. Where's she, I wonder?"

"Baby sitting," Elaine told her as the group reached the door. "She'll be over later."

"Good. She's such a sweet girl. And she tastes good, too." Then Emily turned to the others and ushered them into the house. "Hello, hello, come on in. Everybody is out back so just go on through."

"We brought supplies," Sharon said, holding a paper grocery sack. Where do we put it?"

"Well, I guess we put the wine in the kitchen. There are a bunch of towels sitting outside the bathroom down the hall. I'll put yours with them." Emily carried the sack away.

Kisses with Elaine were shared all around, the twins each trying to out-kiss the other, and then they passed through to the yard. Emily returned and followed them, saying, "You can't drink anyway, Elaine. Might as well play hostess."

"Sure mom." Elaine wondered why her mother was so intent on explaining why she wanted her to wait behind. It made sense to keep someone at the door, didn't it? She went out to sit on the step, watching the Carter contingent crossing the street bringing two strangers with them. 

"Everybody is out back so just go right through," Elaine told them, regarding the new woman closely. She was kind of hawk nosed but pretty, and she looked damn familiar. Sure, the bank.

"You work at the bank, don't you?" she asked as she was passing.

"Yes, I do." Patrice looked more closely at the girl now, trying to place her. "You look familiar."

"Robert Porter," Elaine said. "He's my dad."

"He's your . . . Is he here?" Patrice felt an attack of nerves just then. Would he approve? Would she still stand a chance at getting the new job?

"Sure, he's out back." Elaine took note of how the woman seemed to falter at the news about her dad. "Hey, don't worry," she said. "You guys are off duty now, right?"

"What? Oh, right." Patrice smiled. What a perceptive girl.

The group continued back to the yard while Elaine waited for the last arrivals. The day was warm and full of promise, and she felt perfect just sitting here in the shade. What a wonderful day it was.

#

The cul-de-sac was built at the top of a low hill, so the neighbors behind the Burton's home were down hill from them just enough so that their view was blocked by the hedge of lilac bushes across the back of the yard. They could hold the entire party outside if they wanted to, and they planned to have quite a bit of it out here. The beginning, however, was going to take place downstairs in the "play room."

"Thanks for coming," Ralph Burton said, holding his glass up. "Man, I love a party. And it's great that Robert suggested we include the younger people, too." 

The Carters came out just as the crowd reacted with laughter and applause. John and Terry walked through to the table of drinks before they noticed that their new friends were standing uncertainly in the back. Ralph Burton saw them too, and he called out their welcome.

"Hey there, come on in you two. Everybody, John and Terry brought their friends along. Jason and Patrice O'Neil. Right?"

The couple in question nodded their confirmation as Terry brought them glasses of wine. Kent Burton looked twice and then walked over, saying, "Hey there. I'd like to make a deposit." He gave Patrice a hug. 

"Mr. Burton," she said, shocked. "I, I never . . ."

"My name is Kent," he said then. "You're not working now."

"Hope not," Patrice said. "Because I think one of my bosses is here."

"Sure, right over there," Kent said, pointing at Robert, who was standing by Ralph. "Drink up and don't worry about him."

"I sure didn't know you guys would be here," she admitted. "But I suppose we've got a lot of customers, don't we? Bound to know someone."

"Exactly. Stop worrying and get laid. Have fun." Kent turned his attention back to his father, who was making some feeble jokes in front of the crowd. 

"You guys all know about our little gift for Elaine," Ralph said then. "We'll get down to that downstairs. Probably in an hour or so. I'll come and get you when it's time just don't go off half-cocked before then, okay? Got some games to help loosen everyone up first. Oh, and there'll be cameras running downstairs. If you don't want your face on video, tell Betty and she'll set you up with a mask. We've got plenty for anyone who might want one."

"Okay, Ralph, you can stop now." Betty stood beside him and patted his shoulder. "Like he said, we're starting with some game. Then we'll go down and get busy with Elaine. After that, well, anything goes. Okay? We've got all night, gang, so relax."

The group broke up, chatting and laughing, just as Elaine brought her teacher and her husband back to join them. The party was complete.




Neighborly Relations Pt. 16



PART SIXTEEN A: The Mother of All Parties 1

CHAPTER ONE, Swapping Moms

Elaine Porter lay semiconscious and coated with a glistening layer of semen and mother's milk on the low bench amid the group of laughing party people. Her mother, Emily, was crouching at her daughter's pussy, her tongue softly busy, her feet spread wide, buttocks gaping. 

Patrice O'Neil watched the loving care with which she brought her daughter pleasure of a more gentle variety than that which she'd just experienced. She got the impression of love from their union, not lust, and she suddenly felt as though the Porter family had found a kind of care for each other that was lacking throughout most of the wide world. It wasn't just that they wanted to get off with each other (either because they found each other to be amazingly good looking or because the fact of incest itself was a turn on) but because they cared that the other person should feel good. Whether this was indeed the case or not, she couldn't tell, but that was the impression she got just then. It made her own sex life seem lacking. She, herself, fucked in order to have orgasm and assumed that Jason's ejaculation meant he was enjoying himself. She'd never thought of how to heighten his pleasure in the way he obvious thought about hers. Not like the Porter family, did, anyway. 

Now, she wanted more than ever, to get together with Robert Porter and see if such caring extended past his immediate family. At the moment, Robert was busy with the camera making a record of the mother daughter tableau, another form of care for his daughter's desires.

As he watched Emily and her daughter, Tillman felt his cock surge to full power again. The sight of Emily's gaping backside aroused him with the view of her pussy pulled slightly open and her anus fully exposed. He felt like rushing over to caress the older woman's lovely white butt and rub his cock along the glistening opening of her vaginal slit, but something about the mood of her administrations to her daughter stopped him. It was something that shouldn't be interrupted. 

Still, he wasn't about to leave such an invitation go unaccepted. Smiling, he searched through the people still downstairs until he'd found Danny talking with Ray Jenkins by the stairs. Tillman's own mother was seated on a couch not far away. Okay, let's go.

"Hey, Mom," he said, taking her hand and pulling her up from the couch. "I told Danny he could have you if I could get with his mama. Can you help me out?" The supposed deal was unnecessary, just a mental addition to make the whole thing seem dirtier.

"What?" His mother laughed, resisting his pull for just a moment. She was dressed only in her thong after the card game, and Tillman would gladly have pulled the garment away and gone down on her if she were to deny his request. "You gave me away?"

"Not permanent," Tillman said. "Just a trade. Come on." 

She followed him then, shaking her head in the way a mother does when her offspring do something especially odd but somewhat endearing. When they reached Danny, Tillman said, "Here she is Daniel." He pulled his mother up and put his arm around her shoulder. "As promised."

"What?"

"My mom for your mom. Straight trade, right?" Just saying such a thing out loud in front of Ray Jenkins made Tillman's dick grow painfully hard. 

Danny smiled, his own cock twitching and swelling back to life as he looked at Tania Mosswell. "Okay, just a second." Danny hurried over to were his mother crouched at her daughter's open pussy and leaned to say something to Emily even as he slipped his hand down to press at the puckered butt hole that had been exposed by her position against the bench. A moment later, he returned with his mother in tow.

"I'm good as my word," he said. "But I'm just making delivery. I'm not saying how long she'll stick around."

Both mothers were laughing now, Tania saying, "We've got quite the little businessmen here, don't we?"

"I don't recall being asked about this exchange," Emily said. She wiped the back of her hand at the cum on her cheeks.

"I don't see where we have any choice." Tania walked over to stand beside Danny. "I'd hate to make my Tillman look like a liar. And I'd especially hate to ruin his fun."

"Well okay," Emily said. "If he's half as good as his father, well . . . I guess I'm fine with this." She grasped Tillman's cock and pulled, leading him away from the others and over to a corner where she had seen Ralph refocusing the camera after her daughter's Bukkake premiere. She felt like having a permanent record of this event. 

Tania took Danny in hand in a similar manner and led him upstairs, and Danny allowed his new MILF plaything to take him where she would. 

Robert remained at his daughter's side and shot a loving pan over her glistening body where she lay half asleep on the bench. Except for her nostrils and mouth, her face was covered in a drying mask of cum, and her body was glazed by a more liquid mixture of ejaculate and mother's milk that had run or been smeared around to coat her all the way down into her curly tufts of red pubic hair. He didn't disturb her but just made a record of her condition. Someday, she might want to look back on the day that she got everything in her dreams. 

"Boy, I wanted to fuck you since I first met you," Tillman was saying to Emily when Robert took the camera over to shoot them on their couch. He was kneeling before her with her legs up over his shoulders and his face buried in her glorious snatch. Emily already looked half out of it from the sensations radiating out from his tongue. 

"Do you think of me and masturbate?" she asked.

"Oh, hell yes!"

"Can I come over and watch you some day?" She asked because the idea inflamed her and brought her orgasm on faster, but she would go in a minute if asked. Wouldn't that be something to knock at the door and tell Tania or Robert that she had come to watch their son masturbate. 

"Oh, please. Every day. Well, no, every other day," he amended, looking up into Emily's eyes. "Cause I'd want to fuck you ever other day, too."

"Sounds fair." Emily released a shuddering sigh, and her husband knew she was on the verge of a big one. He only hoped that Tillman was ready for what he was about to unleash.

#

Patty Trent had found Sharon Cassidy and her husband at the back of the laughing group in conversation with each other. "Don't be antisocial," she said. "I sent my husband off to get laid. Let's us go fool around."

"I'd love to," Albert said, bowing slightly. "But I'm afraid I need a bit more recharge time than some of the younger fellows here. I'm planning on going back home to take over the baby-sitting for awhile. However, I do think you should take my lovely wife off on her own adventure."

"Oh, Al, don't be like that," Sharon said. "Laurel can wait another few minutes."

"I'm not being like anything at all," he said, smiling. "I just think that you should roam free. The boys aren't exactly sticking with family, are they?"

"Well, I guess the only time I've seen them was just a couple minutes ago with Elaine," Sharon agreed. "Still, I'd really like to swing with you rather than alone."

"Just by definition you can't swing alone," he said. Then he grinned, somewhat wistfully. "Besides, if I should happen to run into Cathy Burton, and if my pecker should revive and she's agreeable, I might dip my wick once more on the way out the door. Unless, of course, you think I should take you along for that ride."

"No, come ride with me," Patty said. "We'll see what kind of trouble I can get you into."

"You are set with your protection, aren't you?" Albert asked his wife.

"Oh, yes, dear." She was referring to the diaphragm she wore to insure that her next child would, indeed, be the family's proper offspring. "I'm ready to go."

"Well, then, you should go off with this lovely woman and I'll make my way home via what ever route I might find."

"Okay, you win." Sharon laughed and kissed him passionately. "I'll come to baby-sit in an hour or so."

"No, send the boys," he said. "They might think they can keep it up forever, but I think they'll find that a period of rest will help."

Albert walked off then, and Sharon turned to Patty, saying, "I am at your mercy."

Patty immediately grabbed her in a tight embrace and kissed her. "You bet you are," she said, leading her away with the party-goers who were beginning to filter back upstairs. 

#

Tania Mosswell led Danny out to the back yard, where she stopped and stood quietly with her feet together and arms outstretched just a bit from her body. Her body was a work of art composed of curves and shadows that were both softly alluring and firmly muscled at the same time. She didn't say anything but stood watching Danny's cock bobbing in front of him urgently. 

"Well, I guess . . ." Danny didn't know what he intended to say. He hadn't expected to be tongue-tied with his friend's mother, but he was. He was used to women who dove into a sexual experience with equal ardor, not someone who stood waiting for him to make the first move. 

"I guess you should get busy," Tania said with a sly smile. 

"Yes, well, I don't know," he admitted. "What do you want to, you know?"

"It's up to you." Tania spoke with conviction now, knowing that he would need a bit of explanation about her desires in this matter. "I appear to be at your disposal," she said. "I don't think I have any real say in the matter."

Tania wasn't a submissive type of woman. She liked to take an equal role in any sexual play, but sometimes her choice was to exercise her equal role by handing her decisions over to her partner. That was her preference right now. She didn't expect that this youth would be ready to follow her lead all the way to the near rape his father had done, but she did expect him to take some kind of command.

"I don't know what you mean," Danny admitted. 

"You and my son traded mothers," Tania said. "I know Tillman isn't being shy right now, and I know you're not really shy, either. All I'm saying is that you can do whatever you wish with or to me, and tell me to do what ever you want me to do with whatever words suit your purpose. I have no intention of turning you down or stopping you or even making any suggestions. I want you to let your dirty little mind wander where it will. I want you to use me as your plaything, because that's essentially what you and Tillman arranged by treating your mothers like commodities."

That didn't sound good, and Danny's cock began to loose some steam as he pondered her remark. Tania saw the wilting effect and smiled. 

"Sorry," she said. "I'm a professor, so I tend to get all academic sometimes. What I mean to say is this. Fuck me, white boy, and don't bother worrying about what pleases me. I'll be your bitch, so just please yourself. I bet I'll be plenty pleased along the way."

Now he understood, and his cock showed his comprehension. He also understood that it would be a whole lot easier to treat her that way if she were white. Racial politics sure could mess up sex. 

Danny forged past his misgivings, moving up to kiss her soft lips, probing with his tongue while sliding his arms around her body and holding her to him. His cock pressed up flat against her belly, their warmth mingling to a greater heat between them. She held him in return, kissed him with equal passion, and rotated her hips slightly against his leg. 

Feeling the pressure of her wet pussy against him, Danny moved his hands down to grasp her buttocks in both hands and slide his fingers between them. He wanted to touch her over her entire body before he did anything else. He wanted to memorize her curves and bury his face in her hair and experience of her exterior beauty before allowing any part of his body to probe inside of her. 

Yes, he knew instinctively that she wanted to be taken like a heroine in an old romance. Yes, he would do just that. But first, if he were to do as he wished, he wanted to reach that point slowly so that they would both be about ready to explode from their mutual need.

#

Tillman had found a sexual animal beneath Emily Porter's businesslike exterior. Her orgasm, prompted by his probing fingers and dancing tongue, exploded in a thigh clamping, hair pulling release for which he wasn't completely prepared. He'd seen the video of Emily and her husband, but he hadn't realized the intensity of Emily's orgasms first hand. She left him gasping for breath when she finally released her hold on his head.

Tillman fell back to the floor, watching Emily's pussy contracting at the end of her climax, her labia undulating slowly. God, that was nice. 

"That all you wanted?" his friend's mother asked him, a carnal light in her eyes. "You wanted to give me head?"

"Yeah, I'll give you head," he said, urgently. He stood between her legs, lifted them, and then pressed his hard cock against her wet slit. "This head." He slammed himself into her and was rewarded by a gasp of pleasure. "This head is going to give you a shot of creamy goodness."

"Promises," she gasped. "Promises." And then she closed her eyes and let another orgasm over take her. 

As with his father, Tillman's cock was thicker than those of the Porter boys. Tillman was about the same length as her home-grown cocks, but the extra thickness stretched her cunt just enough to alert all of her nerve endings to impending delight. And, when she looked down to where he held her elevated against his body and slammed his cock home, she found that she loved the contrasting color of his dark cock moving between her pale legs. She resolved right then to shave her pussy completely so as to see that contrast more completely as he moved between her vaginal lips. 

"I want your whole family," Emily said, impulsively. "You and your brother and daddy all at once."

"That can be arranged," Tillman said, imagining the sight of three strong black cocks penetrating this fine woman at the same time. 

Tillman loved the contrast between them, too, though he found Elaine's freckled whiteness to be an even bigger turn-on. Emily's appeal was in her motherhood and the substantial feeling of her body along with the experience of her age. He'd already found out from his mother that experience makes a big difference in sex, and he was planning to concentrate his cock on the older women in the neighborhood. Except for Laurel, of course. He wasn't sure about love, but Elaine wasn't wrong in thinking that he'd been awfully attracted to the new girl on the block. After giving Emily Porter the squirt she deserved, Tillman planned to conserve his semen and wait for the lovely Laurel Cassidy to arrive.

Right now, however, the hot confines of Emily Porter's forty-two year-old pussy were convulsing around his nineteen year-old cock, and he was closer than ever to heaven.

#

Patty and Sharon were dressed in rather demure underwear. Neither thong nor bikini cut, their panties were regular, low rise briefs. There was a kind of gentle, neighborly sexuality in that look, an unplanned and natural look that caught men's attention easily. Neither wore a bra, allowing everyone a direct comparison between Patty's heavy, full breasts and Sharon's milk laden ones. Both were large, of course, but Sharon's had more of a long, hanging quality than Patty's did, and so they offered a variety of beauty as they walked through the house laughing together. 

Patty was very much interested in how Sharon's nipples were able to produce milk seemingly at will. She couldn't keep her hands away from them but kept trying to produce a spray of the motherly liquid, while Sharon kept swatting her hand away. 

"Why didn't you join the milk brigade hosing Elaine down?" she asked, thinking that she'd be first in line to show off such a skill. Of course, it wasn't really a skill, and she probably didn't want to waste the milk since she had a nursing baby at home. 

"It's kind of embarrassing," Sharon said. 

"Embarrassing?" 

"I mean, there's nothing sexy about it, is there? I wouldn't pee in public," she said.

"Why not?" Patty laughed. "Okay, I'm just kidding. But I think you're wrong, babe. Don't your men like a little taste now and again?"

"Sure, but they're family."

"Okay, let's take a survey," Patty suggested. Then, seeing Robert Mosswell and his oldest sun entering the kitchen from the dinging room with glasses of wine, she called out, "Hey, guys, would you trade those nice glasses of wine for a taste of Sharon's home brew?"

"What?" the two men approached, their penises swaying half hard behind the fabric of their boxers. Patty squeezed Sharon's breast lightly, producing a fine spray of milk. Robert laughed while his son's jaw dropped. "Sure," Robert said, holding his glass out to Patty. 

"Shit," was all Robert Jr. could manage to say.

"See?" She took the glasses from both men and handed one to Sharon. "Looks like we've made a trade. Grape for tit sounds fair. Should we find someplace more comfortable?"

Sharon laughed as the men each took an arm and led her into the living room. She was seated on an arm chair and the elder Mosswell knelt at her side and took her breast in hand immediately. His son watched, fascinated, as his father suckled at the white breast, and then he knelt to take the other breast into his tentative grasp. 

Sharon's eyes had drifted shut as Robert sucked at her teat, and her mouth fell open in a soft sigh when the second pair of lips attached to the other. She held her glass out for Patty to take it away, and then she held both men's heads against her chest, stroking them as she sighed in pleasure. 

"Why don't you get some pussy too, Bobby?" Robert suggested. "I bet that tastes sweet, too."

Robert Jr. wasn't ready to leave the warm flow of milk that was filling his mouth just then, and Robert Sr. made no move in that direction, either. Patty kicked back one of the glasses of wine and then put them aside and knelt between Sharon's legs. She grasped the waistband of her underwear and tugged, working her hands around to the back as Sharon lifted her butt and let her pull the garment away. 

Patty wasted no time inserting her fingers into Sharon's wet pussy, and the other woman moaned with pleasure at her touch. She slipped her fingers in all the way, pulling them out glistening with Sharon's juices as she marveled at the soft, puffy feeling of her pussy. She'd had a child just over a month ago, and her vagina hadn't returned to its normal tone just yet. She was soft, seeming to be just a bit swollen, and ready to be consumed. 

Patty lowered her lips to Sharon's pussy and licked at the hooded clitoris as she slipped three, and then four, fingers into her hot opening. Sharon reacted by taking in breath in a series of short gasps and clenching the men's heads against her. 

Grinning, Patty slipped her thumb in against the palm of her hand and inserted her fingers again, pushing slowly until the base of her thumb disappeared inside Sharon's body. Sharon swallowed, gasped, and moaned as her eyes flickered. Patty pushed her entire hand inside of Sharon's pussy, and brought forth an immediate reaction. 

Sharon cried out, "Oh, geee-oood!" She gasped and moaned and bucked her hips against Patty's hand so hard that the Mosswell men were knocked away from her breasts. "Shit," she cried out. She reached down to hold Patty's wrist in place, humping herself on the hand submerged in her wet cunt while the two men hurried out of their shorts and approached the two women eagerly. 

Patty looked up at the younger of the two. "You're Robert Jr. right?"

"Call me Bobby," he said. "Saves confusion."

"Fine. Fuck me Bobby. Okay? Can you do that?"

Bobby Mosswell knelt behind Patty without a word and rubbed his cock against the soft white flesh of the woman's round butt. He loved the way her flesh flowed around the head of his cock, loved the way he fit in the crevasse of her ass. And, oh yes, he loved the feeling of her hot cunt around his cock when he slipped it into her and began pumping against her soft, jiggling buttocks. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 16



His father had pulled Sharon's head around to press himself against her lips. She moaned, writhing against Patty's hand, and then sucked him into her mouth as though trying to inhale the complete length of him.

The feeling of Patty's fist pumping and twisting inside of her was overpowering, and her impulsive sucking on Robert's cock seemed to have touched another pleasure center. She was hit by an immediate orgasm and jerked uncontrollably on the chair, falling onto the floor trying to hold Robert's cock in her mouth and Patty's hand in her cunt at the same time. 

It couldn't be done. She fell to the floor, milk flowing freely from both breasts, her now empty cunt gaping wide and her mouth hanging open as her tongue lolled out seemingly in search of the tasty cock she'd had a moment before. 

Patty twisted on Bobby's cock and then off of him. "Go get her," she said as she rolled to the side. "Get that hot cunt."

Bobby lunged forward and pulled Sharon's legs up against his chest and stabbed into her pussy with his hard rod. He entered her and pumped hard, but Patty's hand had stretched her out too much to get a grip just yet. 

Patty grabbed Robert by his cock and pulled him over as he nudged Bobby to the side. "Roll a bit," she said. "Let Papa have a spot in her ass."

Sharon didn't say anything, but lay in trepidation wondering if she was going to like what ever Patty had in mind. 

She did like it, of course. Robert Mosswell's thick cock filled her anus and tightened the space his son's cock occupied in her pussy. That wasn't enough for Patty, though. She helped Bobby roll Sharon and his father over to seat her on his cock. Now Bobby was kneeling between two sets of legs and thrusting himself manfully into her pussy. 

Patty knelt to kiss at Sharon's clitoral hood, and then she worked to slip two fingers into her just above Bobby's thrusting cock. She used her other hand to stroke both of the gentlemen's balls where they hung slack with the heat of their exertions. 

They came so close together that it would have been hard to determine who came first. No matter, the end result was massive pleasure. Robert's cock pumped a huge load of semen into Sharon's ass just as his son was erupting into her pussy and Sharon was screaming in excellent pleasure. Even Patty felt a tingle when Bobby's sperm moved hotly between her fingers and his slick cock pumping between Sharon's quivering thighs. 

When they were finished, they lay in one sweaty, twitching pile and let the pleasure fade slowly. All three were coated with milk and semen and Patty sucked the cum from her fingers as she watched her friends revive slowly. 

"Let's get a shower," she suggested. Eventually, they did just that.

#

Danny mounted Tania Mosswell from behind. He grasped her breasts like reins to guide her as he slammed his cock into her as hard as possible just to enjoy the sight of her butt wobbling on impact. His mom's butt was smaller, with less jiggle, and while neither woman's backside was fat, he found himself enjoying the sight and feel of this fine ass completely. No wonder Tillman drooled when he looked at Laurel Cassidy. He could imagine the look of her entire, slightly pudgy body shivering with each thrust of his cock. 

Danny wanted to cum in Tania's pussy. He wanted to cum in Tania's butt. He wanted to shoot a twisting rope of cum right on her sweet, sweet tits. He wanted everything. He wanted too much. But, since she lived right up the street from him, he knew that he'd have time to have it. 

"What do I have to do to get into you every day?" he asked, panting with exertion that he knew wouldn't release any ejaculate so soon after his sister. It would take awhile.

"Every day?" Tania was loving the attention of his cock in her pussy and his hands grasping, mauling her breasts. She'd enjoyed several small orgasms, mild burst of pleasure, and she knew this boy would get her there in time. 

"Every day." Danny stopped and sat back on his haunches staring at the sight of Tania's pussy visible between her legs. He grasped her ass and tilted, prompting her to lay on her side so he could push one leg up and straddle the other. 

"Let's see," she said, reaching to grasp his dick and pull him to her pussy and diddle her clit with its glans. "Do you do windows?"

"I can figure it out," Danny said, relishing the feeling of her hand on his cock and the rough texture of her fringe of pubic hair against the head of his cock. 

"On second thought," she said as she pulled him into her cunt. "Windows are a lot of work. Just come on over and fuck me, boy. Stop by when ever you get the itch."

Danny grinned, humping himself into her with greater force as he watched her breasts move and her mouth twist in a carnal smile. Oh, yes, he'd scratch this itch right now.

#

Tillman's cock had never felt a woman use her teeth before. The light scraping movement of Emily's teeth along with the bobbing movement of her sucking mouth was heavenly. He lay still, afraid to do anything that might make him cum and end things too soon. He'd given her an orgasm with his mouth and his cock and then again with his fingers. He wanted his climax to be a real motherfucker. Literally.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked him, knowing the sweating lad would like to rest a bit before going in for the kill. "Can I keep sucking this nice, big cock of yours? Can I?"

"Oh, yes, please." 

The teasingly begging she used tone was fun. To see this woman, her hair still mostly held back behind her head, talking with the false tones of a porno slut created a rush of conflicting thoughts that aroused him further. She was the mother of two of his best friends. He had fucked her daughter and her son had once sucked his cock on a dare, and here she was with her auburn hair and her tight mother's body putting her lips on his cock while it was still wet with her own juice. Yes, there was a God. 

Emily was thinking of Tillman's family again. She wanted all three men in her. She wanted all three women moving between them to kiss and caress her body. She wanted everything. She supposed that the old curse was true. When the gods want to punish you, they answer your prayers. The punishment is that it will leave you wanting more.

Fine, want more. Keep wanting, and maybe you'll get it. 

"Does your mother suck cock, too?" she asked, inflaming both of them with her words. 

"Oh, yes, ma'am."

"You don't have to call me that," she laughed, her tongue tickling the head of his dick. 

"Yeah, but I like it," he said, unsure of any reason for such a feeling. "Ma'am."

Emily laughed at the thought of screwing a man who likes to call her ma'am. "Fine. Which one of your sisters sucks cock best?"

"Sherona. Cherie don't know what she's doing." He stroked her hair, pulling the pins out and letting it fall to tickle his legs.

"Your mother and Sherona?" She lowered her head to the point where his cock hit the back of her throat, and then pulled back slowly, sucking and licking. "Who is better?"

"Sherona." He hasped, his hips hitching up against her mouth. "Don't tell Mom, okay?"

"I never suck and tell," she said. "How about me?" She took his scrotum into her mouth, sucking against his heavy balls. "Who has the edge? Me or Sherona?"

"I'm not fool enough to say Sherona right now." Tillman laughed. 

"No, you're not." She ran her tongue up over the bottom of his shaft and then took the head back into her mouth, gripping the raised edge with her teeth the way Robert had reported Laurel doing to him. She circled the fat glans of the young man's penis and pumped the shaft hard and fast.

"Don't," Tillman said. "I don't, don't want to cum in your mouth."

"Am I making you cum?" Emily asked, only briefly relenting. 

"Yes, ma'am. Too soon."

"You want to cum in my cunt?" God, she loved that word now. 

"Yes." There were tears poised in Tillman's eyes. It all felt too good. He didn't want her to stop, but he wanted to see her cum once more. "In your hot cunt," he said. "Your tasty hot cunt."

Emily moved up to straddle his cock. She looked down into Tillman's eyes, licking her lips, smiling. "Get ready," she said in a husky purr. "Get ready to fill me so I can tell your mama what a good lay you are."

Emily slipped his cock down over her wet pussy lips and dropped to impale herself on him. Leaning back slightly to rub him more completely on the roof of her pussy, she began humping him slowly and deeply, knowing that her movements would make her breasts jiggle and bounce as she strove to get them both off. 

Oh, yes. When you get what you want, you always want more.

#

"Do you know what your daddy did to me?" Tania spoke in halting, guttural bursts as Danny thrust and thrust and thrust into her with her legs pinned up against his broad white chest. 

"No." The setting sun was bright in Danny's eyes, distorting the sight of woman beneath him into an ideal, a woman who couldn't quite be defined. 

"Threw me against the wall and fucked me like a whore," she said. "Jammed his cock into my mouth and ordered me to suck it. Like to tore my tits off, boy, and fucked my ass."

"Shit," Danny said. He'd seen his father and mother, so he knew his father's moves. That seemed out of character. 

"Called me his bitch. Called me a whore. Fucked me like a dog and came on my face."

"Shit," Danny said again. He released one leg and pushed himself and her leg closer so he could focus on her face. "You like being someone's bitch?"

"Sometimes." She groaned a bit under the pressure of her thigh pressing against her belly. 

"What if I don't want to treat you like that?" He humped her now, knowing that it wasn't comfortable for her but wanting to see if she'd say anything. 

"Then I'll make you my bitch, boy," she snarled through clenched teeth. "Somebody's going to be the bitch, cause that's how I want it right now."

"Okay, bitch," he said. He pulled out abruptly and rolled her, pressing his cock against her anus. "So let's go around the world." He popped past the resistance of the muscled exterior and into the soft, warm confines of her ass and began thrusting himself into her hard and fast. 

"Give me that dick, white boy," she said, digging her fingers into the grass and letting her words trail off into a keening whine. 

Danny humped her magnificent ass from the side, holding one breast in a convulsive grip. He humped her thinking of the glorious, filthy thrill of pulling his cock out of her ass and feeding it to her. If she wanted to be treated like that, he could to it. There was nothing taboo with this woman.

#

Jenny Peterson lifted herself from Albert Cassidy's wilting cock and lay to suck it just a moment, cleaning him with her mouth after his ejaculation inside her womb. He was a sweet man, courtly and well mannered. And he was horny as hell, too. 

"You miss your first wife, don't you?" she asked, kissing up over his stomach and chest. 

"Yes, of course." He sighed. "That doesn't mean that . . ."

"No, not at all," Jenny said. She kissed him then, thinking of how much gray hair had always turned her on. "I just meant that you missed her. Why else look for me in a sea of younger women?"

"I just . . ." Just what? He wasn't sure, except that he liked the settled nature of her body. "I told my wife I was looking for Cathy Burton," He told her. "I guess maybe I was. But I've got two lovely young women at home."

"You wanted a vacation with a piece of old ass." 

Jenny laughed at her own joke, but Albert frowned and spoke seriously.

"I wanted . . . wanted to know what it would have been like to be with my wife if she had lived to grow old with me," he admitted. "I wanted, oh, nothing." He stopped, blinking to stop the wistful tears struggling to escape. 

Jenny didn't know what to say, so she held him to her massive breasts and stroked his hair a moment. "That's beautiful," she said at last. "Beautiful."

#

Danny pulled himself out of Tania's ass and pulled her to him by the hair as he knee walked to meet her mouth. She held his cock, sucking it into her mouth while looking up at him, smiling. She sucked him hard, pumping, and he didn't try to hold back. His orgasm burst out of his cock and into her mouth in a heady rush, and she pulled him out to pump his seed onto her face all the while smiling up at him. 

His cum was a pearly white spray like thin paint against her dark skin. It was an enhancement to her beauty then, not an adolescent, pornographic thrill. It was as natural a kiss, and the pressure of a lover's thighs. Danny lowered his face to kiss her then. He kissed her lips and licked his own cum away suddenly knowing that everything was beauty and love and perfect here under the rays of the setting sun. 

#

Tillman's explosion inside the body of Danny's mother didn't provoke such tender thoughts. The look on Emily's as they both came wouldn't allow sentimentality. She was growling through clenched teeth and clawing at his chest with manicured nails. 

He lay unable to move, trapped by his climax and her need to receive it. He lay feeling his cock spurting inside her hot body and lubricating them with a slick coating of pale, white joy. She humped him dry, his jism running out of her around his dick as it began to loose the hard urgency of his lust. 

Tillman lay watching her move and thought of how thin and unreal all of his porno collection was in comparison to the real thing. He would be happy to lay here on the floor before the couch for the rest of the party if she would just lay beside him. 

That wouldn't happen, of course. The look in Emily's eyes showed that she was just getting started. She wanted more, and he felt a strange regret that he wouldn't be able to provide it. 

Yes, the problem with getting what you want was always wanting more.

#

Emily walked through the party with Tillman's cum damp between her thighs. She felt dazed and walked zombie-like to the kitchen where she met Patty, her hair wet from her shower, drinking wine as she watched Tania Mosswell and Danny through the window.  

"Having fun?" Patty asked. 

Emily kissed her, clutching her butt and wanting her with such ferocious intensity that she was afraid it would make her cry. "I love you," she said, knowing it deep in her bones. "And I want to watch you fuck my husband." Yes, her two loves together was what she wanted right now. 

"He's busy," Patty said. "The Porter boys are enjoying some time with the Mosswell girls."

"I guess Danny is done," Emily commented, watching Tania leave her son lying on the grass and approach the house. 

"I want him now," Patty said. "I want to fuck my lover's little boy."

"He'll need a little time," Tania said, entering the kitchen. "If you're talking about Danny, that is."

"Oh, yes," Patty admitted. "You didn't kill him, did you?"

"He liked to killed me," Tania said, finding a glass and pouring some wine. "He's such a sweet boy," she said, thoughtfully. Then she looked at Emily, saying, "So how did our trade work out for you?"

"Fantastic." Emily smiled, thinking of the youth she'd left drained on the floor of the "play room." 

A playful whoop from another room caught their attention then, and the three women sauntered down the hall to uncover the new source of joy.

"I wonder if there's a spare cock down here," Emily said. "Or, maybe two or three spare ones."

The door to the Burton's family room was ajar, and a trio of moving bodies was just visible inside. Tania stopped to read a hand lettered sign that had been taped to the door. 

"Fuck me, spank me, and do what you will. Feed me cock and stuff one up my ass. Come on, people, don't let this chance pass. But don't untie me, or I'll be a pill," she read. "What the hell?"

"Nice poem," Patty said.

"It's Doris," Emily told them, pushing the door open. 

The three women looked in on the scene as the Cassidy twins played with Doris Burton Chambers' bound body. Emily and Ralph had tied her elbows to her knees with soft ropes loosely enough to hold her but tight enough to refuse release. 

"Do you think we can both fit in her cunt at once?" one of the twins was asking. 

It was Tim speaking as he rubbed his hard cock along the crack of Doris's ass and his brother slid his between her tits. They had apparently made liberal use of the oil Ralph had set out on the table, for the woman between them looked like a greased pig. 

None of the three were aware of their audience, and the women stayed in the hall for the moment. 

"No. Have to untie her," Tom answered. 

"So, untie her," Tim said, greedy for a new sensation. 

"Fuck no. She'll get away." 

"You dirty boys got no guts," Doris moaned, smiling between them. "Too gentle. Wimpy. My Bill wouldn't be so shy."

"Fuck that," Tim said. "I bet we can both fit in her mouth at once."

"Sure, and then she'll shut up," Tom agreed. 

The trio of women left them to explore Doris's compliant body. "Let's us do her, too," Patty suggested. "Later."

Later. There was time for everything later, and they walked away knowing they'd be back to explore Doris's strange pleasures. Right now, however, they all wanted a hard cock. 

There were sure to be a few of those around someplace.

To be Continued . . .

Can the party really last forever? Probably. How many cocks can fit into Doris Chambers' body at one time? The record to date is four. 



Neighborly Relations Pt. 16B



SIXTEEN B: The Mother of All Parties 2

CHAPTER TWO, Doris and the Twins

Timothy and Thomas, the Cassidy Twins, were overjoyed when they found a woman trussed up and lying on an exercise mat in the middle of the floor in the Burton's TV room. They weren't aware of why the medium sized room at the back of the house contained an extra large flat panel TV connected to a virtual history of video storage devices ranging from Beta and VHS through SD card readers. All they knew was that there was a blonde woman (who clearly didn't exercise as much as most of the people in attendance) waiting for them with her elbows tied loosely to her knees and a ball gag in her mouth. 

"What's the deal here?" Tim asked, standing identically naked to blond boy beside him.

"Did you read the sign?" Tom asked. 

Of course, he hadn't. "Fuck me, spank me, and do what you will. Feed me cock and stuff one up my ass. Don't untie me, or I'll be a pill. Come on, people, don't let this chance pass," he read. "Man, that's a shitty poem."

"So what? Should we spank her or fuck her?" Tom asked him. "Let's take the gag out and she what she suggests."

"The sign says not to untie her."

"It also says to feed her some cock. Can't do that with a gag in the way, can we?" 

Tom walked into the room and crouched beside Doris, who looked up at him with a look that might be read as either pain or desire. He untied the bow holding the gag in place and removed it. 

"Untie me, you little fucker," Doris commanded. If he were better acquainted with Doris, he would know that the last thing she really wanted was to be untied. Even Tom could tell that her tone was a little too weak to be a real command. Sharon sounded tougher telling them to clean up their rooms, after all. Still, he didn't know her and was unsure how to proceed at first. 

"I guess we spank her," Tim said, figuring out her game faster than Tom. 

"You spank me, and I'll have my Bill beat the shit out of both of you," Doris spat. "You little bastards!"

"Hey, lady, we'll untie you if you promise to be nice," Tim said, crouching beside his brother. "If you aren't, well, I guess I can't promise anything."

"Fuck you!" she said. When Tim smacked her backside with his hand, she snarled, "That all you got? I guess I won't need Bill. I'll just beat you myself."

And so, Timmy smacked her butt again, harder, and a third time harder still. She shut up then, and only just managed to keep from smiling. 

Like most of Doris's friends and family, the twins were not really into punishment as a sexual release. Any beating they took part in would have to be more figurative and done with their cocks, so they took the bottle of oil from the coffee table and slathered her body with it and then began finding new and interesting openings, crevasses, and folds of skin that might provide a place to rub a cock. 

"Do you think we can both fit in her cunt at once?" Tim asked as he rubbed the head of his dick along the crack of Doris's ass as she lay on her side on the mat. 

Tom was straddling her head and twisting his body to get his cock between Doris's slack breasts. "No. We'd have to untie her," he answered. 

"So, untie her." Tim wasn't too worried about controlling her just then. Of course, he wasn't taking into account how greasy they'd already become and had never heard of the of the old state fair contest involving greased pigs. 

"Fuck no. She'll get away." 

"You dirty boys got no guts," Doris moaned, smiling between them. "Too gentle. Wimpy. My Bill wouldn't be so shy."

"Fuck that," Tim said. "I bet we can both fit in her mouth at once."

"Sure, and then she'll shut up," Tom agreed. 

They rolled her to her back and knelt on either side of the woman's bound body, but when Tom tapped the head of his cock against her lips, Doris refused to open her mouth. 

"Come on, lady, open up!" 

Doris clenched her jaw tighter and smiled a taunting smile. 

"Can't spank her laying this way," Tim said, but then smiled. "Okay, lady, you're asking for it."

Tim grasped one nipple and pinched, but she was too slick to get a grip. Looking around, he saw several black binder clips lying on the desk beside the computer. He took two of them and clamped one on each nipple. 

Doris cried out in a shuddering wail that was nowhere near one of pain, and Tom immediately flopped his half erect dick into her open mouth. 

"Don't let her bite you," Tim warned, and then sat laughing when Tom jerked himself back in sudden fear. "Psych!" he shouted. "Why would she bite you? If she did, we'd just leave her alone here and go tell her precious Bill what she did."

"Who is Bill?" Tom asked. 

"I don't know. Her kid, I suppose. I mean, she's one of the Burtons, right?"

"I suppose."

"God, you two talk a lot," Doris complained. "I'd rather have you leave me alone than listen to you talk!"

That was when the twins found that their two dick gag would, indeed, shut her up. They also found that she wouldn't participate fully unless they applied more binder clips. 

They also needed Bill's belt. And the extra rope, rubber bands, and a lot of imagination. Eventually, they all had a good time.

#

Albert Cassidy stepped through the door of his home shortly after eight o'clock and found Laurel on the couch feeding Gail from a bottle of her mother's breast milk. She looked up, smiling contentedly, when he entered. 

"I though Sharon was coming," she said. 

None of the Cassidy kids called their step mother anything but Sharon unless they were having sex. It was an odd little convention that Tim had inadvertently started by calling her their "little mommy" when she was pregnant. Now they all called her "Mom" when in bed with her for some perverse reason, and since their real mother had died nearly ten years earlier, it didn't seem odd at all. 

"She's enjoying herself," he said. He took a seat beside his daughter and admired her profile a moment as she sat with the baby. "I need a rest."

"Yeah, sure," she laughed. The bottle was empty, so Laurel lifted Gail onto her shoulder and rubbed her back until the baby produced a substantial burp. "You just want to watch the baseball game."

"Okay, that, too," he admitted, grinning at his daughter. This lovely young woman was his precious daughter, confidant, lover, and he found himself feeling a great deal of pride just then. "You should get over there," he said. "Don't want to miss out on the fun."

"What was the deal with Elaine?" Laurel asked. "What did she get that I can't have?"

"Oh, that." Albert frowned then, thinking of how he'd never think of such a thing as a "gift" for his little girl. "Well, there's a Japanese practice called Bukkake. It's actually pretty nasty. She, well, I . . ."

"Oh, that's that thing where a bunch of guys cum on a girl, right?" Laurel cut in. "Really coat her. Make her drink cum and feed her sushi with cum on it. Right?"

"There was no sushi," he said, feeling even more disgusted with himself for participating while wondering why Laurel knew so much about it. "You haven't . . ."

"Me? Oh, Dad, I'm not crazy," she laughed, standing with the slumbering baby. 

"Is Elaine crazy?" Albert followed her to Gail's room and watched her lay the baby down to sleep. 

"No," she whispered as they left the room. "I shouldn't say crazy. But she likes cum more than most people, I guess."

"That's an understatement," he said. 

"Okay, well, I'm off," she said, walking quickly to the door. "When should I come back to take over again?"

"You don't have to," he said. "Send one of the boys over later. No rush."

"Okay."

"Don't you want to freshen up a bit?" Albert asked, regarding her attire in an old blouse and shorts. 

"What? Why?"

"Well, you've got baby puke on your shoulder, for one thing," he pointed out, smiling.

"Whoops!" 

The laughing girl hurried back to her room, and her father stood a moment thinking of what a wonderful family he really did have. Now that he was sending her off to the party, he felt that he was shirking his duty by not being there to protect her. She was so young, and, despite her intelligence, still vulnerable. 

But, if he were really worried about her safety, he would never have put his cock in her, would he? It was a struggle to align lust with responsibility, and sometimes he felt that he had failed. But his feeling of failure was based on a double standard, wasn't it? He had no great problem with handing his new bride over to his sons to impregnate, did he? And, having started sharing her, he couldn't bring himself to object to continuing. Should he behave differently with his daughter? Was she less evolved than the boys? Didn't she ask to be included? 

There were too many questions. Too many variables. And there was nothing to be done to change it now, anyway. 

When Laurel returned, clad in a light dress and low shoes with a pair of white knee socks, he kissed her on the cheek and hugged her quickly. Then he sent her on her way to join the debauchery. 

Once alone, Albert turned on the television, got a bottle of ale, and settled in to watch the game. Sometimes, the pleasure of a baseball game could equal that of sex. Of course, if his team lost he'd be looking for someplace to vent his frustrations and sex would become a whole new priority. 

#

The twins were inventive lads. They used up the binder clips on Doris's breasts and labia while taking turns at her ass and mouth. When they tired of that they tied her down on her stomach to a wheeled secretary chair with her head held back by a rope tied from her forehead to her ankles. It was an awkward height, but they managed to roll her back and forth between them playing a form of catch on their dicks. There was only so much fun to be had that way, however, and their thoughts returned to the double entry idea they'd entertained at the start. 

It shouldn't be that hard to get both cocks in her pussy while keeping her tied securely, should it? A rope behind her knees and tied tightly around the back of her neck might have worked if her feet didn't get in the way, and they almost gave up and resorted to the regular old ass and cunt DP before deciding that keeping her tied didn't necessarily mean she had to be tied just as they found her. 

Eureka!

They tied her wrists to the ceiling fan and released her legs so that she could lay nearly flat on the greasy exercise mat. That did it. Tim was able to sit beneath her and enter her cunt so that Tom could move in on top and maneuver to get his slippery cock into the already well filled spot. It would have worked except for their liberal application of oil. As it was, Tommy's cock was just too slick. 

Doris helped by alternating between cursing them and laughing and wiggling herself whenever Tom started to gain entry so as to pop him out again. She was having a wonderful time and wondered why she hadn't thought about fighting back before. Since she was tied the result was the same, but even better as their frustration grew. 

Finally, Tom stopped and moved around to her head. Pulling at her hair, she put his cock into her mouth and pressed it purposefully all the way in so that his greasy balls dragged over her eyes. Then, holding her shoulders, he began humping her throat as hard and fast as he could. Her writhing at his treatment brought great pleasure to Timmy's cock even though her weight threatened to pop his abdomen. Soon, both boys were whooping with delight and approaching a mutual orgasm.

Unfortunately, as often happens when kids are having fun, somebody's mother shows up to spoil it. Betty Burton came bounding through the door saying, "Goodness, boys, what are you doing to her?"

Tom jumped back in shock, his cock popping out of Doris's mouth, while Tim stared at the indignant semi clad woman in confusion. 

"Well, the sign says . . ." Tom began.

"It doesn't say to choke my daughter, does it?" Betty asked. "Doris, are you all right?"

Doris used her first complete breath in five minutes to glare at her mother and say, "Of course, Mom! Jesus, who told you to butt in? These limp dicks were just getting warmed up."

"Limp dicks?" Tim asked, still quite hard within her. 

"Butt in?" Betty blinked behind her glasses and then frowned. "Well, I see," she said. "And, if that's your attitude toward your mother, then I guess I know exactly what to do, too."

Betty stormed out of the room, leaving the twins perplexed and Doris frustrated. 

"Get her off of me," Tim said. "She's got a fat ass."

Betty returned with a determined look on her face and a ping pong paddle in her hand. "I guess I'll butt in real good now," she said. She tried to pull Doris up but couldn't get a grip on her wrist. "Jesus, boys, a little bit of oil goes a long way, you know. And don't tie people to the ceiling fan. It's not that strong."

"Yeah, I guess." Tom was laughing as he grasped the rope between Doris's wrists and pulled her off of his brother and to her feet while Betty removed the slacks she had been wearing to join them in their nudity. The boys untied the rope from the fan and wrapped it back around her elbows and knees. 

"Okay, Doris, if you want punishment I'm just the one to give it to you," Betty said as she swung the paddle at her daughter's upturned ass. 

"Ow!" Doris rolled away from a second blow, but the boys took hold and held her still on the floor for Betty to administer several severe blows to her backside. 

"You broke my grandmother's vase when you were ten!" Betty shouted, spanking her. "You blamed Kent for that broken window when you were, were, well years ago." Whack again. "You used to take money from my purse without asking." Whack! Whack! "You whine too damn much!" Whack! "And you're trying to chain your own boy to your bed like a pet!" Whack! Whack!

"Hey, Grandma!" Tom shouted. "Ya wanna fuck?" He'd been growing excited by Betty's urgent actions and concerned by the bright red of Doris's buttocks at the same time. Though he might not have described it as such, his offer was as much an intervention as a way to get himself off. 

"Grandma?" Betty turned at him brandishing the paddle, her glasses crooked on her nose. "Grandma?"

Tom danced back, laughing. "Yeah, Grandma."

"Fuck me, Grandma," Tim said, throwing his arms around her from behind and lifting her from the ground. "Fuck us both!"

"It'll take two of you, that's sure," Betty laughed as he dropped her onto the couch. 

"Yes, and we know just how we want to do it."

Tom pushed her onto her hands and knees on the couch and kneed her legs apart. A second later, he had slammed his pecker into her from behind and she'd reacted in a very ungrandmotherly manner by pushing back on his eager dick and shouting, "Okay, boy, let's make grandma cum!"

After several strokes, Tom turned to sit with Betty on top of him. Then they lay flat on the couch so Tim could climb on top of them. Betty knew what they wanted right away, and showed them the advantage of having a partner whose wrists weren't bound by helping Tim squeeze himself in along side his brother's thick cock. 

"Okay, boys," Betty panted, feeling a very nice orgasm on its way already. "Fuck me."

#

The trio of gal-pals wasn't having much luck finding a hard cock after leaving Doris and the twins. There is always a recovery time after orgasm (for men and women, of course, but mostly men) and their search for cock was taking place in that party-wide window. When they saw Tillman seated in the living room, they got their hopes up for a moment, but found that he was fully clothed and talking to Laurel Cassidy.

"Are you going to college around here?" he was asking as they entered the room. 

"Yeah, the university," she answered, looking much more like a girl sitting on a chair at the edge of a school dance than someone about to enter an orgy. "I hear it's good, and my major isn't so special that I need some fancy-ass degree."

"What's your major?"

"Business," she said. "Like my old man."

"Are you really talking about college?" Tania cut in as she came to stand beside her son. 

Laurel looked at the family tableau for a moment. Tillman sat wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and his head was hip level with his naked mother as she stood beside him and patted the back of his head. The sight was more than a little bit crazy, and she found herself smiling.

"I think your friend might want to talk about something else," Emily said. Also naked, she knelt beside Laurel and gave her a big kiss, her breasts brushing against Laurel's forearm. "Hi, sweetie. Don't be shy now. If Tillman won't help you out, there are plenty of other men around."

"Hey, I'll help . . . well, we're just getting acquainted," Tillman protested. He was looking directly at Patty Trent's butt as she stood beside Emily and looked down at Laurel. Damn, that was a nice ass.

"He just needs some time," Emily said, standing. "Hell, he shot a load on Elaine and another one inside me. Anyone would need a rest after all that."

"You guys . . ." Tillman protested. 

"So what kind of party is going on out here?" Bobby Mosswell cut his younger brother off as he and his father entered the room. They were both naked and at half mast when they joined the group. "Till, you got a problem?" Bobby asked. "You're all dressed. Going home or something?"

"No, I . . ."

"This must be Laura," Robert said. "You're Till's little friend." 

"Laurel! Jesus, Dad, don't be a dope!"

"What did I say?" he asked, genuinely perplexed as he stood beside Laurel headless of the increasing angle his cock was taking beside her face. 

"I think Tillman wants us to leave," Tania suggested. 

"I just wanted to say hello to our new neighbor," Robert said. He turned toward her and his cock nearly struck the top of Laurel's head. "Whoops."

Laurel grinned broadly, knowing it was up to her to either jump into the party with both feet or play shy. She was nervous, but she sure wasn't shy, so she reached out to grasp Robert Mosswell cock and stroke it slightly. 

"Hello, Mr. Mosswell," she said as though she were shaking his hand. She stood then. "I'm Laurel Cassidy. I sure hope we can be friends." The sudden rigidity of Robert's cock seemed to be answering with a resounding "yes."

"And you're Robert Jr.?" she asked, taking Bobby's cock in hand, too.

"Bobby," he said, grinning as his pecker puffed up, too. 

"We're all going to be good friends," Laurel said. "But I think Tillman was going to take me to see Elaine right now."

"Yeah, that's where we're going." Tillman bounded to his feet and took Laurel's hand away from his brother's cock protectively. "Let's go."

"Bye," Laurel said as they hurried off. 

"You guys got such nice hard cocks, why don't you make yourselves useful?" Tillman said over his shoulder. "Get to know your neighbors."

"Good idea," Robert said when he was gone. 

"Yes, but I'm the odd girl out, aren't I?" Tania said. 

"Andy Adams was looking a little lonely, dear," Robert said, kissing his wife on the cheek. "He won't leave his wife's side, and she's pretty well stuck in a lounge chair on the deck."

"A rescue mission," Tania said. "How nice." She hurried off to the deck, leaving her men behind with Emily and Patty.

"So, who gets Bobby?" Patty asked, clearly comparing the father and son cocks before her.

"Bobby? So he's the big prize here?" Robert asked, grinning. "What about me?"

"Been there, had that cock," Patty said. "I want the new kid."

"We could flip a coin," Emily suggested. 

"No, I want Bobby," Patty insisted. "You'll just have to make do."

Emily rolled her eyes as grasped Robert's cock firmly. "Make do my ass," she said. "Come on, mister, let's get busy."

#

"Is she asleep?" Laurel asked, looking at Elaine where she still lay on the bench. "Dead, maybe?"




Neighborly Relations Pt. 16B



"Looks dead," Tillman admitted.

"I'm not dead." Elaine spoke quietly. She brought one arm up to lay across her stomach, dry cum flaking away with her movement. "I'm resting."

"You look like a, well, I don't know what," Laurel said. "Like a mess."

"Yeah, that's for sure," Tillman said. "You want help up? Wanna take a shower?"

"I want to watch you fuck Laurel," Elaine said. She brought her other hand up now and used both to wipe the crusted ejaculate away from her eyes. She sat then, more cum flaking away, through some of it was still wet and sticky between her breasts and in the hollow of her neck. "Okay, maybe I'll take a shower first." Elaine laughed, standing. "Don't wait for me. I won't be long."

Her two friends watched her walking away leaving a trail of white flakes behind her. Then Laurel turned to Tillman and said, "Jesus, I'm horny. Let's fuck."

#

Andy and Claudia Adams were, indeed, sitting on the desk when Tania Mosswell came outside. Claudia looked uncomfortable and Andy looked nervous, both of which could be attributed to Claudia's massive belly. She was seated naked on a lounge chair that was tilted about half back and holding a bottle of water in one hand while Andy hovered as though afraid to leave her sight. When they first saw Tania, Claudia's eyes filled with a beseeching look that seemed to beg for relief of some kind. Tania could just about guess what relief she sought. 

"Go in and get laid, big boy," Tania told Andy. "I'll hang out with the missus."

"What? Oh, no, I couldn't . . ." he began, but cut himself off when he saw his wife's annoyed glare at him. "Oh, sure, well I don't suppose you'll let her do anything stupid, will you?"

"Who me?" Tania asked, smiling. "I'm the mother of four children, all of them successfully birthed and raised. I know the routine."

Andy laughed sheepishly. "Sure, well, okay. Claudia's about ready to shoot me, anyway."

"I'm past ready to shoot you, dear," Claudia said. "If I had a gun, it would all be over by now."

"Go." Tania shooed the man away. "You're bound to find an open hole pretty much anywhere you look."

He hurried off, his cock already beginning to rise against his boxers, as the two women laughed. 

"He means well," Claudia said. "Really does. But I was rather hoping to get my mind off of things for awhile."

"Sure, you were." Tania scouted the yard, seeing Danny still lying in the grass. "Hey, Danny!" she shouted. "Danny!"

He sat up, smiling, and ran to join them. "Yes?"

"Want to help me make a pregnant lady cum?" Tania asked. 

"Me? Hell yeah." Danny's eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at Claudia with her heavy breasts lying atop her massive mound of belly and the swollen pudendum in the shadow below it. His cock was suddenly more than ready to help. "But can she . . . I mean, she's like nine months, right?"

"Nine mouths plus," Claudia protested. 

"You can find many inventive ways to excigte a girl that don't involve stuffing things into her pussy, dear," Tania told him. "I'm sure she could use some oral attention. I know you're good at that."

Danny's breath came faster as he looked at the dark haired woman before him. Her breasts were swollen and had dripped onto her belly, and the slit between her labia was glistening with moisture. She was too good to be true. 

"It's too bad Tillman isn't here," Danny said.

"Tillman?"

"Yeah, he's been hot for Claudia since he, well, since forever. I mean, she's so, so milky."

The women laughed, Claudia's belly jiggling and prompting another round of drips from her breasts. 

"Go get him," Tania said. "Oh, but Laurel is here now."

"She is? Probably not real polite to break in on them then, is it?"

"Break in on who?" Elaine came onto the desk, her hair still damp in a roughly toweled mop.

"Tillman and Laurel," Danny said, grinning. "Damn, you survived."

"Survived and thrived, bro," she said. "But, yeah, you better leave those two alone." She walked past her brother, grabbed Tania Mosswell's ass and kissed her, and then knelt beside Claudia Adams. "Hi, Mrs. Adams," she said. "May I have a taste?"

"Yes, please. Somebody do something before I pop!"

"Boy, that's a bad choice of words," Danny said, laughing as he knelt at her other breast. 

#

"I guess you aren't really shy after all, are you?" Laurel lay back and let Tillman thrust his cock in and out of her hot, wet cunt, her breasts sliding over her chest, and her mouth slack with desire. 

"Not really," he said, staring at the movement of her breasts and the small jiggles his movement prompted in her belly. God, she was cute. "I just, well, thought we might talk."

"We can talk. What is your major?" 

"Computer science," he said, slowing his motion enough to allow for speech. "So what's up with your family? You know, the sex thing?"

"Why?" She wasn't entirely sure of Tillman's family, so she was reticent to talk about hers just yet. 

"Cause, well, because we've only been like that for a few weeks. I'm a newbie."

"Oh, sure, well Dad is shooting blanks and Sharon wanted kids," she told him. Oh, yes, his slower movement caused more friction and greater arousal than before. "He volunteered the boys to help make babies."

"Okay, so what about you?" Tillman liked fucking her more slowly. The friction on his cock head had a similar effect on his feeling, too. 

"I wasn't going to let them have all the fun."

"You wanted to fuck your brothers?"

"Them? Shit no. But my dad, well, I used to spy on him in the bathroom. Masturbating, you know. Before he got married again." She gasped, swallowed hard, and dug her fingers into the couch. "I always wanted to make him cum. What about, about you?" She was almost there now. Almost to orgasm. 

"I got a mom and sister I always wanted to fuck. Well, my mom, mostly," he admitted, watching her face tighten up and feeling her pussy contracting on him. "Sherona was kind of a surprise."

"How? H, how was she . . ." No more words. Laurel's orgasm overtook her, leaving her shaking and moaning beneath him. "Oh, shit, Tillman. Yeah," she said when she finished and lay limp beneath his still moving body. "Oh, stop. It'll tickle if you keep going."

"Okay." Disappointment tinged Tillman's voice, and she took him in hand, smiling. 

"I didn't say to stop enjoying yourself," she told him. "Besides, I want to taste us together now."

"I won't last," he warned her as she took his cock into her mouth, sucking, stroking and lapping with her tongue. "I'll end up cumming in your mouth."

"Yummy," she said. "I want to taste everything."

She slipped from the couch to kneel on the floor where she could take him into her mouth as he stood before her. His cock was so thick and hot, the head a large bulb in her mouth, and she savored the taste she had created on his skin. She loved the taste of her own pussy when combined with a man's skin or, better yet, a man's cum. 

"What do you suppose Elaine likes so much about facials?" she asked, taking him from her mouth briefly to look close up as she stroked him. 

"I don't know," he admitted. "They're cool to watch in porn, but I'd sure rather come inside than out."

"And you can jerk off any time, right?" she said. "Why do it when you've got a woman with you?"

"Yeah, right," he laughed.

Laurel took him back into her mouth and pumped faster, eager to feel him fill her mouth with hot cum. She slurped her tongue around the fat head of his long cock and sucked hard as she worked him with her hand. She wanted his release right now, and found her pussy tightening again in anticipation of the event. 

Tillman stood on increasingly shaky legs and held her head loosely between his hands. Her tits swayed from her movements and her butt bounced enticingly against her heels. He wanted to fill her with hot cum. He wanted to see it overflow her mouth. He wanted to make this sweet, sweet girl cum again. 

His cock released a spurt of hot cum into her eager mouth, and she swallowed it quickly while continuing to suck and pump him. His spunk was kind of salty, but mostly a taste that she would describe as liquid love. She wanted it all, and swallowed his spurting load until he was finished. 

When Laurel released his cock, Tillman fell back onto the couch gasping. Laurel moved up to sit beside him, her head nestled against his shoulder as she stroked his chest. Both were content to remain there for a good, long time.

#

Robert and Bobby Mosswell weren't ready to cum just yet, of course, but they managed to take Emily and Patty to the end of their endurance before giving up trying. 

"Oh, yes, you win," Emily said as she lay on the floor beside her neighbor and held the other woman's hand. "Go find someone else to torture, okay?"

The men sauntered off feeling a bit proud of themselves, and Emily rolled to take Patty's lips with hers in a passionate kiss while fondling her breast gently. "Having fun?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes, but I haven't had your boy yet," Patty told her. "And your daughter."

"Why are you so set on those two?"

"Because they came out of you," Patty said, standing. "And because you get to have them any time you want them."

"I suppose we'd better see if we can hook you up," Emily said as she stood to join her friend. 

The moaning sound from the back deck was all they needed to home in on in order to find Danny and Elaine. Emily's children were alternating between drinking at Claudia's huge breasts and spraying each other with them like squirt guns while Tania lay beneath the pregnant woman's legs sucking at her clit and diddling one finger on her G spot. Claudia wasn't the one moaning. The person making the noise was Melody Peterson, who was crouching over the face of the fully reclined expectant mother and getting an expert head job while clutching her father's hips and sucking at his dick. 

Bill and his mother were sitting to the side with glasses of wine cheering the whole thing on. 

Patty and Emily hurried over, laughing, and Patty immediately grasped Elaine's butt and squeezed tightly. The girl jumped in surprise, falling back into her neighbor's arms, and found herself carried to her back with Patty's lips already foraging over her young body and her fingers seeking her snatch. 

Claudia's unattended breast flopped to the side a moment, dribbling milk, and then Jenny Peterson jumped in to claim it with her mouth. 

Emily was at a loss at first, but then realized that Claudia was missing one important bit of input. She slipped carefully under the lounge chair and parted the webbing below the woman's ass. Claudia had already leaked plenty of juice down along the crack of her ass so that all Emily had to do was slip one finger between the mounds of flesh that were compressed against the chair to find plenty of lubricant for her mission. She found Claudia's puckered asshole and slipped her finger inside.

Claudia came immediately, knocking Melody off to kneel before her father, and sending Danny against the deck rail. He didn't return to the open teat, however, but hurried around to plant himself firmly into Patty's cunt while she sucked his sister's pussy. 

"Oh, yes!" Patty shouted. "Fuck me, Danny. Fuck my while I eat your sister!"

Melody turned toward her voice, but Daryl Peterson pulled her head around and pressed himself back into her mouth. He wasn't going to let her go until he was finished, and that wouldn't be too long now. 

"Suck him honey!" Bill shouted, stroking his cock while staring past his wife and watching his mother drink from Claudia's rapidly emptying breast. "Take his load, babe." And he was thinking of his mother taking his load in her exposed cunt. He was thinking of getting up and moving up behind her right now. 

It wouldn't make any difference who saw him do it. No difference at all.

Just then, his father shouted out, "Oh, God!" and humped himself so hard into Melody's face that he knocked her over. Her lips came free from his cock, cum drooling from the corner of her mouth, and Daryl grabbed hole and pumped himself to send roping white shots of cum out over her face and then onto both Claudia and Jenny before Melody was able to grab him again and suck away the rest of his release. 

"Clean them up, honey," Bill said. 

Melody didn't pause a beat but moved to suck her father's cum away from Claudia's face and then from her mother-in-law's back and shoulders. Jenny turned to her and sucked her husband's cum from her face, laughing. "That's two down," she said. "But you haven't fucked me yet, have you?"

Emily wiggled out from beneath the lounge chair as Tania moved back to admire Claudia's still quivering body. Seeing an opening, Emily moved over to squat over her daughter's face and take Danny's face between her hands and kiss him as he thrust manfully into Patty's pussy. Emily spread her mother's hot cunt and sucked her clit hard, her nose thrusting inside her pussy, while Danny's tongue slipped over his mother's tongue joyously. 

"You be good," Emily said. "This is my girlfriend that you're fucking. I love her," she said, exulting in the chance to say it out loud. "Be good to her. Make her feel real good."

She rolled off of Elaine's face and kissed her briefly. "Make her feel good," she repeated. Then she turned and said, "What are you up to Bill?" Just sitting with your dick in your hands when there are so man empty holes to put it? What's wrong with you?"

"Enjoying the view."

"Lame," she said. "Personally, I think you should fuck your mother. Of course, that's just me talking. Come here, Melody." She grabbed Melody's arm and pulled her to her feet. "I'm going to introduce you to the biggest cock here today. You can quit fucking other people and let someone fuck you for a change."

"But I . . ."

Bill shrugged. "Do whatever you want, honey," he said. "Have fun."

Emily led Melody away without the protection of her husband's direction and into uncharted territory. 

They passed Cathy and Ginny Burton, who were playing a game with Andy Adams while Ginny's mother, Amy, watched as she sat with Cathy's mother, Sally, eating her pussy. The young girls were crouching over Andy as he lay on the floor. One humped his hard cock furiously while the other squatted over his eager mouth. On a five count from Amy, the girls would switch positions on cock and mouth for another five count, and then do it again. They continued until Ginny won the game by receiving the full load of the expectant father's jism inside her narrow cunt. 

"I win!" she crowed, falling back from Andy's wilting rod. "Now, eat me!"

Cathy moved to give the victor her spoils and lay beneath her legs to suck Andy's cum out of her cousin's pussy while their mothers laughed. Andy lay happily for awhile, but his reverie was interrupted by Bill Peterson's hasty arrival. 

"It's time, man," Bill said. 

"What time?"

"Your wife. She's going to have that baby!"

Everyone in the room burst into action, and Andy had to fight his way to the front of the naked crowd and onto the porch where Claudia was grimacing and smiling and groaning her way to her feet with the help of Jenny and Danny. 

"Oh, shit, I've got to . . . what? Where are my . . . Oh, yes." Andy snatched his clothing up from where he'd laid them carefully aside, and shouted, "I'll bring the car. Be right back."

He rushed off and the crowd moved en mass around Claudia and into the living room where met Andy on his return trip. He was holding a robe for his wife, and after the women helped her into it, he and Danny carried her out to the car in a fireman's carry. 

It was only after Andy rushed around to get behind the wheel that he noticed that Danny was standing in the front yard buck naked. There was nothing to be done about it now, of course, except to hope that his baby-sitter wasn't watching just then. She was, of course. She was standing right in his front yard watching everything, and after passing her with a jaunty wave he hoped Danny had the good sense to hurry back inside before she got a very good look in the fading light of evening. 

Back on the yard, Patty Trent joined Danny, who was looking toward the Adams house and trying to place the face of the girl staring at him. "Kelly Whitman," Patty said. "Deluxe baby-sitter. It looks like we're busted."

"Isn't she . . .?

"Yes. Elaine and Cathy's class. She's eighteen." Patty slipped her arm around Danny's shoulder and led him back inside. "Maybe we should get dressed and go see what it takes to buy her off."

So they turned to the house were Melody Peterson was enjoying the feeling of Charles Trent's executive size cock slamming up inside of her and the Cassidy twins were showering with Betty Burton while Sherona and Cherie Mosswell were doing each other with a double dildo in the master bedroom. They returned to a party that was already in full swing, but one that would be gaining an uninvited guest soon. 

Kelly Whitman was a very horny girl looking for relief for her very special itch. She had baby-sat for anybody in the neighborhood who had young kids, and all of her employers were damn good looking. They were the type of people who prompted dreams at night, and it looked as though her dreams might soon come true. 

Kelly was smiling when she went back inside to check on 2 year-old Meredith, who was fast asleep in her room. Any minute now, she knew there would be a knock at the door. Any minute, she would have salvation.

*

To be continued . . .

Are Bill and Brenda going to get in on any family fun at this shindig? Where have Robert Porter and Patrice O'Neil been all this time? And whose idea is it to have a neighborhood partner drawing, anyway? 



Neighborly Relations Pt. 16C



CHAPTER THREE, The Interview

"So, tell me, Ms. O'Neil," Robert Porter spoke precisely and with great authority. "Why do you want the position as my assistant?"

"Pardon me?" 

#

Patrice and Jason had been standing in the dining room watching as Tania Mosswell called Danny Porter up to the deck and the group began to gather around the reclining form or the extremely pregnant Claudia Adams. Jason was still catching his breath, a film of sweat drying on his brow, after their time with Terry Carter in one of the guest rooms. 

Jason was still sorting through the idea that he and his wife had just shared the body of someone whom he had known as an escort only a week earlier. He had seen his wife drink Terry's sweet milk and lap at her thick clit. Patrice had watched him put his cock into Terry's mouth and her pussy, and had seen him release a load of jism inside of her, the last dribbling onto her pregnant belly. 

Now they stood, hand in hand, and watched Danny bound up on the deck, his cock bobbing, and begin talking to the women. 

"Crazy party," Patrice said. 

"Is it, you know, too much? I mean, well, are you having as much fun as you thought you would be?" Jason asked, though the look on his face wasn't so much from the concern of his words as his guilt about his past actions with Terry. 

"Fun? I would think you'd be the one disappointed," Patrice said, hugging herself to her husband's naked body. "I'm bound to get more sex than you do. More orgasms, anyway."

"Just like college," he teased.

"Exactly." Patrice laughed, feeling that it really was just like college. Like flipping a switch, she'd become the same wanton woman she was back then. This time, however, she had the extra turn-on of having seen her husband with another woman. A pregnant woman. The memory alone was enough to make her pussy wet. 

That was when Robert Porter entered the room behind them and spoke up.

"So, tell me, Ms. O'Neil," Robert said. "Why do you want the position as my assistant?"

"Pardon me?" 

Patrice and Jason turned as one, somewhat surprised by the businesslike tone of the man behind them. When they saw him smiling and holding out glasses of wine, their alarm dissipated, and they accepted the offered refreshment. 

"I want to advance myself," she said, thinking quickly while Jason took a big swallow of wine. "Everyone wants that."

"Sure," Jason added. "And make more money, too." The fact that all three of them were naked put Jason even more at ease than the other two. And, though he could see that his dick was smaller than the banker's cock, he felt equal to him in their nudity. 

"Well, of course," Robert said. "I only wonder what your wife is willing to do to get the job."

"Willing? I didn't think there was any thing I had to do." Patrice bristled instinctively.

Jason saw Robert's pecker twitch when he spoke, growing along with the twinkle in his eyes, and he caught on to the joke uncharacteristically fast. He nudged his wife lightly with one elbow. 

"Relax," he said. "Have fun with it."

"Oh." Patrice smiled, rolling her eyes. "Well, I suppose I'm willing to be less thin skinned, to start with."

"Good," Robert said. "And what would you be willing to do for your prospective boss in order to curry his favor in the vetting process?"

"Anything," Patrice said, keeping her gaze firmly on Robert's eyes as she drank her wine. 

"I think we should have an interview now," Robert said, his cock rising to a half erect state. "I'll top off our glasses while you find an empty interview room down the hall. They can't all be full of writhing bodies."

"Don't bet on it," Jason laughed.

"I'd like an interview." Patrice kissed her husband, saying, "Should Jason come along?"

"He didn't apply for the job," Robert said. "I imagine he can find something interesting to do."

Patrice left them, putting a bit more wiggle than normal in her walk as she did, and both men watched in appreciation. As Robert began to walk out to the kitchen to fill the glasses, Jason gave him some advice.

"She likes it a bit rough sometimes," he said. "Not hardcore, you know. I don't know if it matters or not, but she likes me to pull on her nipples."

"Pull them?" 

"Yes. Really stretch her titties out hard. Right about when she's ready to cum."

"Oh. Thanks." Robert shook Jason's hand, smiling. "You can watch, if you want, but I thought it might be nice if I get to know Patrice better."

"No, I don't want to watch. Well . . . no, I don't need to." Jason paused, then decided to put all of their cards on the table. "She didn't think she'd get the job, because she doesn't think you like her," he said. "You know how people get impressions sometimes."

"I sure do," Robert said, thinking how she'd been exactly right about his feelings. "I don't know her. Maybe I seem a little cold because of that. But she's already got the job, Jason. The president is going to make that announcement on Tuesday."

"Really?" Jason smiled broadly. Of course, he hadn't been worried about it. Not really.

"Yes, really. Now I believe I have an interview subject waiting for me. Do you have any other advice?" 

"Not really, except that a swat on the ass is nice every now and again," Jason said. "But, you know, don't hurt her."

"Thank you, sir," Robert said as he carried the glasses out to the hall. "I shall do my best to fuck your wife without hurting her."

Jason stood smiling and imagining the two of them together. Now that he'd seen Robert mostly hard, he was happy to realize that Robert's cock wasn't all that damn much larger than his own. Bigger, sure, but not enough for Patrice to care.

#

As the interview was beginning, Claudia Adams began to go into labor and most of the party people switched gears into a decidedly non-sexual mode. After she was safely on her way to the hospital, there was a bit of milling about and general confusion until folks generally decided it was time for a break and headed toward the snacks that were laid out on the dining room table or out on the deck. 

Cathy Burton thought it was funny to see all these naked people standing around with paper plates of chips and dip or small sandwiches with their tits and dicks bouncing as they ate. She supposed it was like her own family's gatherings but larger. 

A drop of salsa fell onto Cathy's left tit as she ate. She was just about to dab it off with a paper towel but stopped. Smiling, she took a corn chip and gathered up another glob of salsa and dripped it purposefully onto her right breast. She smiled as she dribbled a connecting line of salsa between the two drips. 

Someone cleared his throat across from where she sat, and Cathy looked up to see Jason O'Neil watching her. He pulled his half-erect penis out straight and poured salsa onto it in a line from his pubic hair to the bulbous head. 

Cathy smiled. She dripped salsa into her navel and stood while Jason wiped up the remaining salsa from his paper plate with one hand and stood rubbing it onto his balls like lotion. 

They met in the middle of the dining room floor, and Jason licked the salsa away from her breasts before taking a moment to suck at the girl's young nipples. Cathy pushed him back a step and knelt to take his spicy cock into her mouth, cleaning his cock and balls completely before standing and allowing him to kneel and suck the red sauce from her navel.

Cathy's mother, Sally, watched from the corner of the room, a look of strange pride on her face. That girl could do anything, and probably would some day. As she watched Cathy lead her partner away by his hard cock, Sally was thinking that her day in the sun would probably come very soon.

#

Patty and Danny showered together. They washed each other bodies carefully and completely, but without much sexual provocation. There was business to be done, after all. 

"What's Kelly like?" Danny asked as he toweled Patty's back and watched her breasts sway in the bathroom mirror. He did take a moment to enjoy the cushy feeling of Patty's ass in his hands.

"Like anybody," Patty said, snuggling her butt back against him. "Nice. Smart. Pretty horny."

"How do you know?"

"From the way she looks at my husband's crotch when she comes to baby-sit," Patty replied, smiling. "Don't worry. We can keep her quiet."

#

"What do you think about oral sex, Ms. O'Neil?" 

Robert Porter sat naked on the disheveled bed of the master bedroom with his back against the padded headboard and his legs crossed casually at the ankles. Sherona and Cherie Mosswell had given up the bed in favor of the shower in the master bathroom, and they could be heard enjoying themselves immensely.

"I like it," Patrice said, sitting on a straight back chair beside the bed, her knees primly together as though this was an actual interview and she wasn't just as naked as Robert. 

"Do you swallow or spit?"

"That's a pretty personal question, Mr. Porter," she said. "But I would think it depends on my opinion of the man involved. You know, hygiene wise."

"Fair enough. What's your position on facials?"

"Normally, on my knees," she said. "Are you going to ask about my bookkeeping?"

"No, I know all about that," Robert said. "There is a different kind of bookkeeping, too, I suppose. But I don't see you as the kiss and tell type of woman."

"No," she admitted, straining to remain serious. "And you're not nearly famous enough to bother."

"No money in it," he said. 

"None at all," she agreed. 

"Anal?" he asked. "Do you like anal sex?"

She paused to think about the question a moment. She'd participated in anal sex fairly often, but she wasn't sure that she liked it or not.

"There is no right or wrong answer, Ms. O'Neil," Robert said, mistaking her silence for fear of misspeaking. 

"No, I, well I guess I don't really know," she said. "It hurts. But, when I ask my husband to put his cock in my ass, it's because I want it to hurt. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes, it does." Robert smiled. "I'm not a great fan of anal sex, myself. My wife used her dildo on my ass once, and I sure didn't like it." Robert laughed. "It was the small one, too. Smaller than my own cock. Hurt like hell."

"But there might be a time where the pain is pleasant," Patrice said, hoping he'd agree that her own position on the matter wasn't too far out of line.

"Definitely. Biting and spanking feel pretty good sometimes," he said. "Which brings us to the next topic. What are your thoughts about bondage and such? Please feel free to demonstrate your oral technique as you answer."

Patrice smiled and stood, letting Robert look at her body closely before moving in to sit beside his leg and stroke the tip of one finger over his penis. It began firming immediately. 

The shower stopped. A moment later, the two Mosswell girls emerged and stood watching a moment, giggling. Then, with a small wave, they departed.

After seeing the Mosswell girls, Robert couldn't help but think that the woman playing with his dick needed a bit more meat on her bones. But she was probably only about ten or so pounds lighter than Emily. The two women were about the same height, but the weight difference in their breasts and hips was all the difference in the world. He could grow to love Patrice's predatory beak of a nose. It gave her narrow face some character. But her narrow ass just wasn't anything to write a sonnet about. Still, he was hiring her not marrying her.

When she brought her mouth down to lick around the head of his cock, he found other things he could love about her, too. She had a nice, rhythmic technique going between her mouth and hand that commanded his attention right away.

"I've never been tied up," she said, and then licked the base of his shaft. "Handcuffed a couple times, but never tied." She went for his balls next, lifting them and licking his scrotum with her hot tongue. "I might actually like it, but only with someone I really trust. Not like that woman your wife tied up in the back room. Anything could happen in a situation like that."

She spread his legs, lifting one to give her more access to his balls. Stroking his cock, she took both balls into her mouth and washed them with her tongue. 

"Doris has issues," Robert proclaimed on a sigh. "Lots and lots of issues. Would you enjoy tit torture, do you think?"

"I don't think there's enough there to tie," she said, looking into his eyes and grinning. "But I wouldn't be against trying it sometime."

She sucked his cock again, pumping it as though going for the gold. Robert stroked her dark hair, which he did think was quite lovely. 

"I think we should test fit now," he said. "Climb aboard, dear. Well, no, what do you like to be called in a non work situation like this?"

"Well, dear is rather lame, I think," she said. She got up to straddle his hips and position his cock at the wet entrance to her sex. "Honey, sweetie, all that shit sounds condescending. I don't know why."

"It would be at work," Robert said, staring at the point of contact between their two bodies. The tip of his cock was just between her pussy lips and glistened with her moisture and his pre-cum. "What about now? What words do you prefer? How do you see yourself in this situation?"

"Oh, that's easy," she said. "I'm a cock-hound. A dirty slut. Bitch in heat. And I want you in my cunt." She dropped herself onto him, slamming him all the way to the end of her womb with great force. 

They both sighed, looking into each other's eyes, mouths open. 

"Is my position with you to be a subservient one?" she asked, beginning to rotate her hips atop him in a manner that brought all of Robert's nerves into play. "Should I await instruction?"

"No. It's important for any person in any position to be able to take the initiative," he said. "Everyone should be able to lead even while knowing when to follow. Today, though, I think I'll call the shots."

"Fair enough." She stopped moving, waiting for him to speak. 

"Remain where you are," he said. "And let me watch you make yourself cum."

#

Patty and Danny stopped at the front door, suddenly realizing that they would need a baby-sitter to replace the one they were about to debauch. Who wasn't busy just then?

That was a stupid question.

#

Cathy and Jason fucked in the back yard. There was nothing graceful about it. No, it was just a good old fashioned fuck. She rather liked this lean young man, and clamped herself around his thrusting shaft as he held her legs up over his shoulders and humped her hard and fast. 

Her first orgasm was a dandy, taking control of her body in a frenzy of sexual release that left claw marks on Jason's back. Jason turned her then, just halfway, and thrust up into her while pulling her hair with one hand and one breast with the other.  

"Oh, Jesus, shit!" she screamed, another orgasm pounding up through her cunt. 

Her scream alerted her grandfather, who brought his camera over, the light bobbing along through the gathering dusk. He filmed the event for the family archives. 

"Grandpa!" she protested, laughing. "Get out of here."

But Jason had other ideas. "On your knees," he said. "Suck grandpa's dick while I fill your cunt."

"Hey, I like that idea," Ralph said, moving up to her head as she got onto her hands and knees. 

Ralph shot video of Cathy taking his cock into her mouth and smiling up at him, and then moved back to capture Jason's dog style entry. Jason grasped both of her breasts and slammed himself into her then. He moved with increasing urgency as the tight young pussy and the presence of the camera drove him wild. 

"Okay, Grandpa!" he shouted. "Here I cum!"

Jason pulled out and grasped his cock just in time to pump a spurt of cum straight up Cathy's spine and into her hair. Several small spurts filled the small of her back before he finished and sat back grinning. "Ta da!" he said. 

Thinking cinematically, Jason scooped the cum gathered on her back into his cupped hand. Then, while Grandpa continued to run the camera, he brought it around to her mouth. Holding her grandfather's dick to one side, Cathy slurped the stranger's cum from his hand and swallowed. 

#

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were doing your interview in here," Emily said as she entered the bedroom. "Well, I guess maybe Sherona did tell me. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all," Robert said. "Patrice is showing me how she makes herself cum."

"I'd like to see that," Emily said, taking the chair the Patrice had vacated. "Go ahead. Don't mind me."

Patrice smiled and moved two fingers down beside Robert's cock to gather more moisture. She brought them up to her clit, rubbing in small circles, as she watched Emily. She been close to erupting in climax, and Emily's arrival hadn't slowed anything down. 

Patrice watched her as she sat down. She noted the way Emily's breasts swayed and bounced and the way her butt spread to the sides just a bit upon sitting. That was the woman the man beneath her loved. That was a woman with a woman's body, a mother's body. Emily was the mother of the children with whom both she her husband had sex. The pussy, visible as a damp slit below her dark red pubic hair had produced the girl who had been coated with cum just a few hours earlier. The girl's father and brother, along with Patrice's husband and the rest of the men, had ejaculated onto her while everyone watched and applauded. 

The Porters clearly had a complicated home life. And, thinking of those complications, brought Patrice to a sudden orgasm as she rotated her fingers on the nub of her clit and moved slightly on the cock buried within her cunt. 

"Oh, that's nice," Emily said. "You're kind of cute, you know."

"I didn't know that," Patrice said. 

"Well, you should know that." Emily turned to Robert and said, "Honey, I think I'll get the kids. We should find out if they like your new assistant, too."

"Good idea," Robert said, beginning to move himself up inside Patrice now. "We really should all agree. I mean, you never know when we'll have to have her come for the night to get things done."

"Exactly," Emily said, standing. "Because it happened so often with the last assistant." She left the room laughing.

#

Patty held a gaudy purple vibrator in one hand. Danny held two foil packages of condoms. They stood at the door and waited for their knock to be answered. After a moment, a pleasant young girl, a bit heavy (but only a bit) with dark sandy hair and green eyes opened it. 

"Oh, hello," she said, as though she hadn't expected the visit. 

"Hi, Kelly," Patty said. She pushed past the girl and entered the house. "Is Meredith sleeping?" she asked, referring to Kelly's 2 year-old charge.

"Yes, of course," Kelly said as she watched Danny walk past her, too, and then closed the door. She had a look on her face indicating that the wasn't sure what to make of their visit. She had expected them, of course, but she hadn't thought through what their visit would be like. She supposed that she expected them to try explaining their way out of what she saw. Clearly, they weren't going to do that.

"Good," Patty said. "Okay, Daniel."

On that signal, both Patty and Danny stripped off the few items of clothing they were wearing and approached the wide-eyed baby-sitter.

#

Daryl Peterson felt a bit let down after the excitement of with Adams' new baby interrupted the party. Birth, life, family was everything to him, but things had changed in the neighborhood in a way he couldn't quite grasp. 

The Potters, Mosswells and Burtons were all busy little hubs of incest now. Sure, the Burtons always were, it seemed, but it seemed to be spreading like a plague. What did it mean? Where was his place in the whole mess? 

This party, this orgy, was a welcome return to his old life, a reaffirmation that he wasn't dead yet. He and Jenny had always been hedonists at heart. But his old life had included children safely tucked into bed, not down at the party fucking the neighbors. The children were over thirty now, but they were still his children. Had they been right inviting them? 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 16C



He wondered, too, if his own feelings right? His own errant thoughts?

When he watched Jenny dive into the fun with Claudia Adams he'd been thinking of Brenda. They were so much alike. He thought of Brenda and imagined his cock penetrating his daughter's fine pussy, her broad ass. He thought of he and his son, Bill, fucking mother and daughter side by side, and the thought made him hard as rock. 

What would Jenny say to such thoughts? He smiled. Screw it, she was the one who wanted to invite them. 

#

Robert Porter was atop Patrice O'Neil with her legs folded against his chest between them and his cock moving like a piston in her pussy. They stared into each other's eyes. Occasionally, they kissed, but they mostly just stared, and smiled, and fucked. 

Patrice liked his fatter cock. Fatter and longer. She liked the way it hit her hard deep inside of her cunt. She also liked the fact that as she began to sample foreign cocks again, she had yet to find her own husband wanting. Amid all this stimulation, that was a comforting thought.

Robert knew he'd made her cum at least once since entering her body. She didn't have the cunt clenching technique Emily had, so he wasn't close to cumming yet, but her pussy was a damn good place to be. He could feel her tightening now, her breath coming faster and her eyes rolling back just a bit. He moved her legs up over his shoulders and slipped both hands over her breasts (almost non-existent in this position) and rubbed his thumbs roughly on her nipples. She moaned, humping against him, at his contact. Encouraged by that reaction, he grasped both nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinched. She gasped, a staggering cry of pleasure. He pulled her nipples out from her body. She cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" and her body began to shake. He pulled them harder, stretching her chest to the limit while slamming himself into her as hard as possible. 

Patrice's orgasm exploded within her. She stiffened and shook, and then writhed beneath Robert while clutching the pillows with clawed fingers and breathing in a series of high pitched hisses. Tears ran from her eyes. And, as suddenly as it began, her orgasm released her. She lay limp below him as he let go of her nipples and paused his movements in her wet pussy. 

It seemed for a moment that she might be dead, but then she smiled and gasped in a new breath. 

"Cool!" Elaine and Emily entered the room applauding, and Elaine sat on the bed beside her father and Patrice. "Hello again," she said. She leaned down to capture Patrice's gasping lips and kiss her with tongue probing intensity. "Has Dad cum yet?" she asked when she let the woman breathe again. Patrice shook her head. "Well, it's very important that you make my daddy cum," she said in mock seriousness. 

"Yes, I know," Patrice gasped. "I just, I . . ." She couldn't think.

"Don't tease the poor woman, Elaine," Emily said as she circled one of Patrice's small nipples with her finger. 

"If you don't have a cunt full of hot cream, then how do you know he really likes you?" Elaine ignored her mother but continued staring into Patrice's eyes, inches away from her own. "And, besides, as soon as he's finished using your pussy, I get to be next. I love the taste of my Daddy's cum," she said. "Absolutely love it."

When Elaine said those words, Patrice felt Robert's cock harden further. He'd been in a wait state, on the soft side, while they took this small break, but the news that his daughter liked the taste of his cum excited him back to full arousal. 

"You like fucking your daddy, right?" Patrice said, and the cock within her twitched from hard to harder. 

"Love it."

"Can I watch you do it?" She hadn't expected to ask such a thing, but the words popped out. 

"No, cause then I'd have Daddy's cum in my cunt, not yours, silly." Elaine slid one hand down over Patrice's belly to tickle her clit just above where her father's cock was inserted in the bank teller's body. "How'm I going to taste it there?"

Robert was watching the two of them talking and noted the way Patrice's expression grew serious when she asked to watch. It was apparently important in some way. 

"Get up over Patrice, honey," Robert said, pulling his glistening cock out and standing. "Straddle her face and lean on the headboard." When his daughter was in position inches over Patrice's face, Robert moved up behind her and spoke again. "That's my daughter's pussy right over your face, Patrice. Grab my cock and rub it on her wet slit for me."

Patrice did as instructed, holding Robert's rigid cock and moving it like a dildo on his daughter's wet pussy. 

"I'm going to show you how a man fucks his daughter," Robert said. "It's pretty much the same as the way he fucks his assistant, except one thing. I love my daughter. I don't actually love my assistant. I think you'll agree that is best for everyone. I want any woman I fuck to cum, but I love it when my wife or daughter cum."

Patrice's mouth was dry. She was watching herself moving this incestuous cock against the young pussy suspended over her face and felt a rush of feelings that she couldn't really explain flow through her. Images, feeling, needs. Daddy, she thought, though she wasn't sure why. "Daddy," she whispered.

"Would you like to put my cock into my daughter's pussy?" Robert asked. 

Patrice took a deep breath and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Yes," she said. 

"Okay, you can assist me in fucking my daughter," he said. "Put my cock inside of her."

Patrice followed her instructions and then released him to lay watching his cock slowly disappear deep into the tight young pussy. Elaine's legs trembled on either side of her head, and she could hear the girl sighing. 

Suddenly, Robert began thrusting hard and fast into Elaine's pussy. He was ramming her as hard as he could, thinking only of spurting cum deep inside his little girl's cunt, filling her until it dripped out onto Patrice's upturned face. 

Patrice had never seen anyone fucking from this close before. Even in college, when she thought they were pretty darn wild, she had never been this close to a cock moving in and out of a cunt. She loved the way Elaine's pussy curled in and then pulled out with him when he pulled back to thrust again. Her pussy seemed to seal the connection between them even as it allowed him to slide back and forth. It was as though the girl's cunt couldn't bear to lose any contact with her father's cock. Her father. Daddy. 

Robert reached one hand down, rubbing Elaine's clit until she gasped with orgasm, her face pressed against the wall. Patrice watched the small, tightening movements of Elaine's cunt on her father's cock and watched how her clit seemed to expand in and out as though mimicking the motion of the cock within her. 

When Robert felt himself about to cum, he pulled out and moved down to Patrice's empty pussy. "I hope your cunt is ready," he said, pressing himself down against Patrice's hot tunnel. "I'm going to fill it now. My daughter likes dessert, and I'm going to give her a cream pie to eat."

He slammed into Patrice's hot cunt and thrust twice before spewing his creamy love up into her wet snatch. He pounded her over and over until he knew he was empty, and then pulled out and rose up between her legs. As Patrice watched, he turned slightly and Elaine took his cock into her mouth and sucked him clean, smiling all the while.

Patrice watched them in fascination. That was her father's cock in her mouth. Daddy. 

"Where's Danny?" Robert asked, as Elaine sucked him. 

"Off with Patty somewhere," Emily told him. "I don't know what they're up to."

#

"We came to invite you to the neighborhood fuck club," Patty said, continuing to advance until Kelly was backed against the wall in the entryway. "And we came to fuck you."

"What? Oh, well, sure," Kelly began, but left her words hanging, as Patty's hand reached up to stroke the side of her face. 

Danny was there too, and he reached for the waistband of her slacks, unbuttoning them. 

Kelly twisted away from them, unsure of what to do. She wanted it, of course, all of it, but she was afraid of the crazed look in Patty's eyes and the hard shaft of Danny's cock. She'd never seen a cock in person before. She wished they would give her time.

"Strip her," Patty said, obviously not willing to allow any time at all. "Let's see what she's got."

Kelly tried to run, but Danny caught her from behind in a bear hug and carried her to the couch. He threw her down on her belly over the arm and then reached around her to undo her pants, pinning her with his legs. In a moment, she was bare from the waist down and lying on the couch where Danny held one leg as Patty knelt before her. 

"Nice pussy," Patty said. "Plump. Let's see her tits."

Danny started working roughly on her blouse, but Kelly swatted his hands away, saying, "You'll rip it." She opened her own blouse quickly and shrugged the garment off. Then she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, too. "There," she said. "Get a good look at the fat girl's body."

"Fat?" Patty and Danny said in unison. 

"I don't see any fat," Patty said. "You look tasty."

"Have you ever had any fat free food?" Danny asked. "Nothing is tasty without some fat."

"Danny!" Patty swatted the young man beside her. 

"I just meant, well, did you see that scrawny chick my old man works with? She needs some fat."

"I'll give her some of mine," Kelly offered.

"Don't listen to this idiot," Patty said. "Just relax."

Patty lowered her mouth to Kelly's snatch and sucked hard at her clit. Kelly yelped, shivering at the new sensation, but didn't pull away. This was what she wanted. Right? There was a sudden whirring sound, and Patty brought the vibrator up to play on the lips of Kelly's pussy. She moved it higher, replacing her tongue on the girl's clit. Kelly gasped. Yes, it was what she wanted. Well, no, not having a woman. That wasn't what she wanted. But as long as Patty didn't force her to, well, she supposed nothing else mattered. 

While Patty slipped two fingers up inside of her rapidly moistening tunnel, Danny unwrapped a rubber and put it onto his cock. "Time to join the party," he said, tugging at her leg. 

"No, no, I . . ." Kelly tried to pull away on the couch, but Danny's grip on her ankle was too strong, and Patty held her other leg now. "I've never . . ." She fought them, managing to turn and nearly crawl over the back of the couch, her large buttocks quivering, before they pulled her back.

"Never what?" Patty asked. "Never fucked yourself with a cucumber? Something like that?"

"No, I've never had sex!" Kelly screamed. 

"Oh, well, then you'll like this a lot," Danny said. He grasped her butt from behind while Patty held the girl down with an arm around her shoulders and pressed her chest against the back of the couch. He kneed her legs apart on the couch and began probing for her hot hole. "Just relax. As soon as your replacement arrives, you can come to the party and fuck everybody."

"I can . . ." Kelly's words were cut off by the impact of Danny's cock slamming into her body, and an entirely new chapter of her young life began.

#

Daryl Peterson wandered through the house taking stock in the progress of the party. Cathy Burton and his daughter, Melody, were trying to revive Jason O'Neil's cock on the back deck. Betty Burton was sucking Robert Mosswell's cock in the dining room, Bobby Mosswell was with Sally Burton in the living room while Kent screwed Bobby's mother on the other side of the room, and the Cassidy twins were screwing Sherona and Cherie Mosswell right beside where Doris Burton Chambers (still bound and oiled) was taking an anal reaming from her father with her face pressed into Terry Carter's pussy. 

The teachers, Karen and Ray Jenkins were downstairs with Charles Trent and Amy Burton while Amy's husband, David, and her son, Paul, shared her daughter, Ginny, between them. 

Everybody seemed to be having a good time.

Along with a couple others, Daryl's own family seemed to have disappeared. He went down the hall and opened the door to the master bedroom, only to find three of the Porters ganging up on Patrice O'Neil. No, the women were ganging up on her. Robert was watching and drinking wine. 

"Hi, Daryl. Come on in, the pussy's fine," Robert said. 

"No, I . . ." Daryl paused, and then entered the room and watched for awhile. 

Elaine was pulling Patrice's cunt open and sucking at it as though she was trying to stick her whole face inside. Her own mother's glistening pussy was at her shoulder, and Emily was stroking her daughter's hair while kissing Patrice passionately. They weren't doing each other just then. Not then. But . . .

"Are you guys all right with this?" Daryl asked. 

"The party?"

"No, I mean between you. Your family." Daryl stood perplexed, feeling naked for the first time in hours as he tried to explain himself to them. "Does it feel all right for you to be having sex among you?"

"Yes," came Elaine's muffled reply from between Patrice's legs. "Of course," Emily added, and then put her mouth back onto Patrice's mouth while Patrice fondled her pussy. 

"Yes, it does," Robert said seriously. "We've got you thinking about your family, don't we?"

"Well, yes, you have," Daryl admitted. "I'm very confused."

"I don't know what to tell you," Robert said. "But nothing has changed for us except that we've come up with new ways to prove we love each other."

"And we're a whole lot hornier," Elaine said against the warm folds of Patrice's cunt. 

"I want to. . ." He shrugged. Why say it? "I want to fuck my daughter," he said, knowing that the reason to say it was because he hadn't yet said it out loud. 

"You've got a nice, big cock," Emily said. "She'll like it."

"No, I . . ."

"Probably doesn't matter now, anyway." Elaine turned her face toward him, her cheeks glistening with Patrice's womanly nectar. "Jenny was leading Bill into the next room when Mom and I were coming in here. I'm thinking it's a done deed by now." She returned her attention to the bank teller's thickened clitoris as Daryl left the room and hurried down the hall.

#

"Ah, wuh, wuh, wuh, ahhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh!" Kelly Whitman could not remember ever making such sounds before, and she'd surely never felt such sensations playing with vegetables. No, the hot, hard cock pounding into her from behind was better than anything she'd felt before, too. 

And then . . . "Ahhhh!!" Kelly's orgasm hit her with blinding ferocity, a force of nature that tore all control away from her conscious self and gave it to an animal that had been hiding within her young body. She bit the back of the couch as he legs gave way and dumped her back against Danny's moving body and her entire body convulsed. It felt as though she would black out. 

Maybe she did black out. Suddenly, she was on her back with Danny's cock pounding hard and his eager lips on her nipple while she pulled at his hair. And then . . . "Ohhhh! Please! Yes! Shit!" Another orgasm. And this time, she did black out briefly. 

"Are you all right?" Patty looked down at her in concern, stroking her hair back from her head, when she woke up. "I didn't think Danny was that good."

"No, I have a blood pressure problem," Kelly said, smiling. "They say it's not dangerous unless I'm standing on a ladder."

"Okay, Danny, put the ladder away," Patty said, laughing. "We'll have to keep this one on the ground."

"You take pills or something?" Danny stood beside her, his cock half erect in the wrinkled prophylactic. 

"Yeah." She sat up, shaking her dark sandy hair back. "I'm fine. Really." Then she looked at Danny's cock again, reaching for it. "Can I? Touch it?"

"Sure." Danny pulled the rubber off and stepped closer, allowing her to take his cock in hand. "I didn't cum," he said, apologetically. "It's not you. You were great."

"Oh," she said. She watched his cock firm up in her hand until it was a hard tube of flesh with veins standing out just a bit around it. "I've never seen one."

"Really? Well, look all you want," Danny said proudly. "I'd say mine's about average."

"No, it's not," Patty said. "Did you know that, statistically anyway, average is about five and a half inches?"

"No shit?" Danny said. 

"What have you got? Seven?"

"Yeah, Elaine measured it. A little over seven."

"So, it's not average," Patty said. 

"Well I guess you can call me Mister Big Dick from now on," Danny laughed.

"Call you Mister Big Idiot," Patty replied. 

Kelly stroked her hand lightly over the soft skin of Danny's penis and took note of how it twitched and jumped at her touch. The shaft emerged from a bed of curly blond hair above the swaying sack of his scrotum holding two hot, heavy testicles. She cupped his balls in her hand, weighing them, smiling. 

"I guess I'm going to go to Hell for all this," she said, not really caring just then.

"Your daddy's not here," Patty said. 

"But the Lord is," Kelly said, wishing immediately that she hadn't said it. "I mean . . ."

"He's over at the party, too," Patty said. "And I've never seen a group of happier, healthier people anywhere on earth than that group."

"What are you guys talking about?" Danny was rather hoping that she'd put his cock in her mouth, but things didn't seem to be heading that way.

"Her Dad is a Methodist Minister," Patty said. "Nice guy."

"You said you wanted to come to the party," Danny said quickly. "Right?" He'd taken her words as permission earlier, but now he wasn't so sure.

"Oh, yes, yes I did," Kelly said quickly, noting how his cock began to suddenly go limp.

"So there's no problem," he said. 

"No. It's just that, well, we're not supposed to give into the sins of the flesh, are we?" Kelly said. "That's what my father would say."

"We control how we enjoy the flesh," Patty said. "But that doesn't mean we deny it."

"That's kind of what Elaine said when we started fucking," Danny said. "Besides," he added, with the mock intonation of a southern preacher's voice, "The Lord moves in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform."

Patty rolled her eyes, hoping his little joke would get them off of the subject and back on track. Kelly could wrestle with her conscience in what ever way she wanted as long as she did it later.

"Elaine? She's your sister, right?" Kelly asked. "From my class at school?"

"Yeah, and that's something you might want to know about before you head over the the party," Patty said. "You'll see a whole lot of family members there, and they won't just be watching each other."

"You mean?"

"Yeah," Danny said. "There's more than one way to go to Hell."

"Oh, yes, honey," Patty said. "You're sitting smack dab in the middle of Incest Town."

#

The door wasn't closed all the way, probably because Jenny wanted him to see them, and when Daryl stood outside the bedroom door, he could watch his wife and son on the bed quite easily. They were lying across the bed, visible in profile. Jenny was on top, her mouth moving over Bill's cock just as he'd always enjoyed it moving on his, while Bill's face was hidden between Jenny's thighs. 

Jenny's large breasts hung and swayed when she moved her head up and then flattened against Bill's stomach when she took him all the way into her mouth again. Up and down, slurping, as her fist pumped him casually. Suddenly, she lifted herself, moving her hips slightly on his face as her eyes screwed shut and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. "Oh, yes, Billy," she sighed. "Your tongue is so nice on Mommy's pussy. 

They were beautiful together. 

After her orgasm, Jenny moved quickly to take her son into her hot cunt. She humped him rabidly, her large breasts undulating and snapping up toward her face, as he lay with a blissful smile on his face, oblivious to anything else. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 16C



Daryl's cock was hard as a rock. He grasped it, pumping himself, wanting to cum along with his son. But a hand reached in to grasp his wrist, and he jumped back startled to see Melody standing naked beside him, a smudge of cum on the edge of the left lens of her glasses and a big smile on her face. She pulled him back. 

"I was watching them earlier," she said. She knelt and took him into her mouth, sucking him, fondling his balls. "Then I had to go get laid."

Daryl's heart was racing, and he let his daughter suck his iron cock while he continued to watch though the open door. 

"Where's Brenda?" he asked. 

"I'll find her," Melody said, smiling as she stood still stroking his cock. "Why don't you go wait in the next room? I know it's empty now." As she began to move away, she stopped a moment and said, "But remember, you owe a great big fuck later on."

#

Kelly Whitman approached the Burton house thinking of all those stories about dens of iniquity and such. Her entire childhood was with her now, walking up the sidewalk to the house with her. Sodom and Gomorrah. She could hear her father's sermons given in his kindly baritone and almost see the look of disappointment that would mark his face if he could see her now. It was her father on earth that she didn't want to let down, not her father in Heaven. 

Though she knew for a fact that God was watching her even now, she didn't feel that his gaze was vengeful. Maybe it was because she knew Patty Trent so well after years of baby-sitting that she felt so much at ease. Maybe because her hormones had taken over entirely. It didn't matter. She'd already come to believe that there was a vast difference between what the church taught and what God intended it to teach. Of course sex was for marriage and making babies. Of course. But wasn't it also there to help lighten the load of every day living? Did God want people to suffer torment from denying themselves something so basic and beautiful as sex? 

She'd begun to form her own opinions on the matter when she first ran into Internet porn. Yes, there was quite a bit of debasement of women involved. Especially in the professional stuff. But the amateur porn, even thought it imitated the pros, was full of pleasure. What she'd seen was nothing worse than people enjoying themselves as they wished. Enjoying what God gave them. 

Still, she couldn't help feeling just a bit nervous as they entered the house. Though the man and woman on either side of her assured her there was nothing to worry about, she felt otherwise. It was her body, you see. Her body was what God gave her, and she didn't like it very much. 

Kelly's body was rather similar to Jenny and Brenda Peterson and a bit larger than Laurel Cassidy, except that her breasts weren't in proportion to her hips. The result was that she looked definitely hip heavy. A fat ass. Of course, she wasn't so fat as she thought. Everybody exaggerates their own weight in their mind's eye. But there was a proportional difference that was noticeable. 

She wasn't adverse to exercise, but her blood pressure kept her away from most organized sports, so she didn't expect she'd ever be rid of the hips. 

Now, she was afraid of the reaction she'd receive when she removed her jeans and blouse for all to see. She didn't know most of these people, after all. Just the parents she'd worked for. She didn't know what most of them were like. 

No, she knew one thing. They were all as horny as she was.

#

Daryl Peterson was half asleep when he heard the soft padding of footsteps crossing the carpet to the bed. A warm hand touched his shin and stroked up to his knee, and he opened his eyes. 

"Hello, Daddy," Brenda said. 

She was standing beside the bed majestically naked, her pendulous breasts lying against her chest above her round belly, above her womanhood. 

"Hi, honey," he said. He pushed himself up against the headboard, his cock beginning to grow firm between his legs.

"Melody said you were looking for me," she said. "May I sit?"

"Of course," he said, and he savored the warmth of her hip against his hip as she did so. "I was watching your mother and brother a couple minutes ago," he said. "In the next room."

"They're asleep in there now," Brenda said, smiling. "Wore each other out, I suppose."

"Well, it is nearly midnight."

They looked into each other eyes a moment, years of love between them, years of battles fought and lessons learned. 

"I want to tell you something," she said. "A confession, I guess. A little history. Okay?"

"Sure."

"When I was younger. I don't know, ten or so, I spied on you guys playing cards at one of your parties. I didn't understand how the game worked, really, except that you were apparently betting your clothing. It seemed like you were all having a very good time. When people got very naked I ran back to my room because I thought you all looked pretty silly."

"I suppose we did," he said, thinking of what he would have done had he known she'd discovered their activities. Probably called a halt to the whole thing. 

"Later, when I was fifteen or sixteen, I started spying on you at every party," Brenda continued, smoothing one hand over her father's chest as she did. "By then I didn't think you looked silly at all. When you partied at one of the other houses, I'd sneak over and spy through a window. I didn't even tell Bill. He was kind of an Eagle Scout back then, and I figured he'd rat me out." She smiled, wetting her lips with her tongue. "I watched you fucking the neighborhood women. Watched mom with both the men and women. I thought it was creepy how you guys liked watching your wives go down on each other but wouldn't give them the same show. Fair's fair, right?"

"It would be, if . . ."

"Yeah, I know," she said. "Even if you did want to do each other, you'd be wasting a shot, wouldn't you? The women would be short changed on the deal. I did see one game you played where the guys lost and suck each other for a couple minutes. None of you seemed to like it much." She laughed and leaned to kiss her father's cheek chastely. "What I really wanted to do every time I watched was strip naked and run right into the middle of the party. It was really all I could do to resist."

"That wouldn't have been the wisest choice, no," he said, smiling.

"I was a minor, and it would have been incest, and all that," Brenda said. "Yeah, so I just masturbated and watched. But what I really wanted to do was to fuck my daddy. When I turned eighteen I used to fantasize about how I could get you to fuck me. To trick you some way. I thought about sneaking in while you were asleep and playing with your cock, but Mom would have woken up so that never made sense. Eventually, I started getting sex regularly enough so that I quit thinking about you. Then, when we walked in on your last party, it all came back. I've been thinking about fucking you ever since."

"Like your husband has been thinking about fucking Jenny," Daryl said. "Of course, he actually did fuck her."

"Just like I'm going to fuck you now," she said. "It's Kyle's dream to watch us do it, of course, but I want the first time to be special."

"So do I." Daryl said. He sat forward and kissed her, taking his daughter's lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues flickering and probing. "The whole neighborhood has caught the incest bug, I'm afraid," he said. "I'm not about to fight it."

"Good. But, Daddy, don't fuck my like I'm your little girl," Brenda said. "I want you to fuck my like I saw you fucking those women when I was peeking around the corner at you. I'm a big girl now, and I don't need tender sex. I want what I couldn't have back then. I want you to fuck me like you can't live without my pussy."

"I can't," he admitted. "Not just now, anyway."

Daryl grasped one of her breasts in his strong hand and manipulated it a moment, savoring the softness in his hand. Then he kissed her again, and kissed down her neck and to her breast to suck at her hard nipple. She sighed, holding his head to her chest with one hand while reaching down for the hard cock that had been her goal for fifteen years. He marveled at the strength of her fingers on his dick and flickered his tongue on her nipple and knew that he had to have her right then, without delay. 

Daryl slipped around on the bed to sit with his legs over the side. He kissed his daughter's belly, gripping her ass firmly, and then pulled her down to the bed where he could dive his face into the musky heaven between her legs. Her pubic hair was slightly damp from a shower. She was clean and ready, and he pulled her open to taste the interior of her cunt and lap up to the hard nub of her clitoris.

Brenda gasped, the knowledge of whose tongue was between her thighs driving her as much as the feeling he created. When he sucked at her clit, she had a small orgasm, pulling at her father's silver hair.

Daryl rose and pulled her legs further apart. He moved his cock against her, rubbing himself on her clit.

"What are you going to do, Daddy?" she asked in a small voice. "What are you going to do with that big cock?"

"I'm going to fuck my daughter," he said, marveling at the words coming out of his mouth. 

"You gonna fuck my cunt?"

"I'm going to fuck your cunt, honey. Right now." He slipped the purple head of his dick in between his daughter's labia and then slammed it all the way in with one movement. "Do you like Daddy's cock in you?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" She was cumming again. Cumming with a frantic burst of sensation that tingled to the tips of her fingers and toes. "Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big and hard!"

"That's because your cunt is so tight and hot, honey. Does Daddy make you cum?"

"Shit yeah!"

"Cum some more for Daddy, okay? Be a good little girl and cum again for Daddy!"

Every time he said "daddy" she felt her next orgasm approaching faster. Every thrust of his cock, her father's cock, brought her closer. Finally, she climaxed again. This time the orgasm took control entirely and she flailed her arms around and screamed, "Fuck me Daddy!" at the top of her lungs. "I'm cumming!"

She fell limp, blinking, drooling, and Daryl found himself overcome with desire to have this vibrant woman in every possible way. He wanted to fuck her completely, absolutely, and leave her totally spent.

"Mommy likes Daddy to fuck her ass," he said, urgently, pressing at her anus with one finger as he pumped his cock into her convulsing cunt. "Do you want Daddy to fuck your ass like he fucks Mommy's ass?"

"Yes." Weakly, pleading. "Fuck my ass, Daddy."

He pulled out of her cunt and rolled her to grasp her broad bottom in both hands and pull her back to her knees. He bit one buttock and then spanked it. Then he pulled her buttocks apart and positioned himself against the rear opening, pressing his wet cock against her.

"Okay, honey," he hissed. "Daddy's going to slam his cock in your ass real hard now. Daddy's going to fill baby girl's bottom with cock! You just relax and let me in."

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried as his cock popped into her. "Oh, yes!"

He thrust himself into her ass as hard as he could, just as he did with Jenny. She rocked back against him, her fingers moving on her clit as another orgasm built and burst inside of her. Brenda fell flat on the bed, taking Daryl down with her as he continued to thrust himself in her backside. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" he shouted, slamming his belly against her ass, pounding her into the bed. "I'm fucking my daughter's ass!"

He slowed then, panting, his cock wanting more. He pulled himself out of her butt, marveling at the gaping hole left behind a moment, and then stood beside the bed. 

"You were a good girl and came for Daddy," he said. "So now you're going to help Daddy cum." Like any good orgy, there were packets of moist wipes on the table beside the bed. He tore one open and wiped his hard dick quickly, his daughter watching avidly. "Now that's I've had fun in your cunt and your tight butthole, it's time for you to suck your daddy's cock," he told her. "You're going to suck Daddy till he cums in your mouth. Okay, baby? Be a good little girl and suck Daddy's big cock."

Brenda didn't say anything. She sat on the edge of the bed and grasped his cock in her hand, pumping him and watching the pre cum ooze out of the end. Then she wrapped her lips around her father's cock and began moving her tongue over the head of it while slurping hungrily and pumping her fist on the shaft. 

Daryl held her head in both hands and watched her mouth moving on his cock. It wouldn't be long before he filled her pretty mouth with his cream. He wanted to see the look in her eyes when she tasted his jism. 

Yes! 

His load burst out in a glorious explosion of sensation as she sucked him. He felt himself flowing into her mouth, filling her, and he saw her eyes light up when she succeeded in giving her father an orgasm with her mouth. 

Yes!

Daryl was suddenly weak, trembling, as he watched the muscles of his daughter's throat work when she swallowed his semen. 

Yes!

And they lay together on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, where they fell blissfully asleep together.

#

And so Daryl and Brenda were asleep in Kent Burton's childhood bedroom while Jenny and Bill slumbered in Doris's old room and three quarters of the Porter family partied with Patrice in the master bedroom. Melody Peterson had returned to the deck where she found Cathy Burton sitting on Bill Chambers' lap. More correctly, sitting on his hard cock. Melody went right to work lapping at both cunt and balls. While Betty Burton watched in grandmotherly amusement and used a paper towel to wipe cum from her glasses. Terry Carter was leaning on the dining room table eating potato salad while Jason O'Neil fucked her from behind. Occasionally, she fed him a fork full of Betty Burton's potato salad, which was quite good. 

Tania Mosswell had taken a plate of the potato salad into the living room and sat with the group enjoying a replay of the night's earlier bukkake event on the house's closed circuit cable. When she saw how the camera had been refocused to the corner where Emily took her son when they accepted the mom swap, she was disappointed that she'd dragged Danny outside to have him. As much as she enjoyed seeing her son fuck Emily, she rather wanted to see herself in action, too. 

Karen Jenkins was sitting on the floor resting her head against her husband, Ray's, naked knee while they watched the show. Sally Burton and her sister, Amy, were seated with Amy's daughter, Ginny, on Ray's other side. Ginny was having a hard time leaving Ray's cock alone, but apparently only for play. She kept stroking it until it firmed and then left it alone to watch it droop again. Karen assumed she was experimenting to see how long it would take him to jam it down her throat. 

That was the scene when Patty and Danny brought their new guest into the party. Kelly's first words were to exclaim, "Holy cow!" upon seeing so many naked people in one spot. 

"Honey, you must be new here," Tania said.

#

"There you are!" Patty called out when she opened the bedroom door. "I hear you're looking for Danny." She brought the two youth into the room and closed the door behind them. 

Kelly stood mesmerized by the sight before her. Elaine Porter lay on the bed with a strange woman's head pressed between her legs while another woman fucked that woman from behind with a strap-on dildo. 

"Hey, Kelly," Elaine said, waving. "I didn't know you knew these people."

The woman at the rear stopped moving and turned slightly to look at Kelly. "Oh, you're Patty's baby-sitter," she said. "I'm Emily Porter. Elaine's mom."

"Kelly Whitman," she said politely. 

At the mention of her name, the woman between Elaine's legs stiffened and stopped sucking at the young girl's pussy. She didn't turn to look but seemed to press her face closer to the bed. Kelly might have sought to introduce herself to that woman, too, but a man entered the room from the master bath toweling his hair dry as he walked. Kelly gawked at the long dick swaying between his legs as he worked with the towel. 

"There you are, Danny," he said. "Oh, and who are you, young lady?"

"Kelly Whitman," she told him, shaking his offered hand. "I graduated with Elaine."

"Robert Porter," he said.

"She was baby-sitting for the Adamses and saw your naked son helping Claudia Adams out to the car earlier," Patty explained. "We thought it would be best to invite her over."

"The more the merrier," Robert said. "Danny, we're trying out a new assistant. Stress-testing her, I guess. I want your opinion, too."

"Cool." Danny disrobed immediately and approached the bed. "What end do I get?"

"Just dive right in anywhere," Robert said. "Patrice, this is my son, Danny. I want you to assist him in cumming."

"Hi, Danny," Patrice said, still not raising her head. 

"Shy, huh?" Danny said.

"Not till you walked in," Emily said. She grabbed Patrice around the waist and lifted, quickly, twisting so that she flipped her around and ended up seated with the bank teller atop her still impaled on the dildo. "Here she is."

Patrice almost covered her face but knew better than to try. Instead, she smiled wanly and said, "Hello, Kelly."

Kelly's mouth fell open. "Well, gosh, you're my dad's secretary. I mean you were his secretary. Mrs. O'Neil!"

"Small world," Patrice said quietly, blushing ever so slightly. 

It was Kelly who noticed the woman's discomfort and moved to her aid. She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed aside quickly. "I suppose if I leave my clothes in here I'll be able to find them again, right?"

"Oh, yes," Patrice said, relief coloring her voice. 

"And, as long as you're naked, would you like to have intercourse with me?" Robert asked. "I know I'm probably not your type, but you've got to start somewhere."

"I, I, uh, well sure, Mr. Porter," she said. Looking at her companions she saw that Danny had ready gotten onto the bed and put his cock into Patrice's mouth while Patty was busy sinking her fingers into Elaine's pussy. "I've got some rubbers here," she said, pulling a strip of condoms from her pocket. 

"Good. Be prepared," Robert said, walking up to her. "But I've been fixed." He kissed her forehead lightly and hefted her breasts in his gentle hands. "After all I've done tonight, I don't know if I can manage to cum again or not. But, if I do cum, there won't be any baby bump down the road."

Kelly smiled, suddenly wanting the have the entire experience of sex right away. 

"She's a virgin, Dad," Danny said. 

"She was a virgin, Mr. Big Dick," Patty interrupting her nuzzling of Elaine's neck to say. 

"Yeah, well, I mean that she hasn't . . . you know," Danny amended. He slipped down to kiss Patrice, and then he bit the bridge of her nose lightly. "Maybe you could show her the ropes?"

"I would be honored," Robert said. He held his firm cock in the palm of his right hand and said, "My sword is at your command, my dear. Use it as you will."

Kelly giggled, pushing her pants down. 

"Leave your clothes here and we'll go find someplace without so many bodies," Robert told her as he opened the door. "Bring the rubbers. You never know who might show up once we get started."

They left the happy group on the bed to align themselves as they would. Eventually, Danny plowed into Patrice's cunt while his mother screwed her ass and sucked hickies across her shoulders and Patty acquainted herself completely with the body her lover's little girl. 

To be continued . . .

The Mother of All Parties concludes with a little contest and then the soon to be famous All Neighborhood New Partner Drawing. 

For those who were wondering, Laurel and Tillman took over baby-sitting at the Adams house. Those two are their own party where ever they go.



Neighborly Relations Pt. 16D



PART SIXTEEN D: The Mother of All Parties 4

CHAPTER FOUR, The New Partner Drawing

By the time that Danny had ejaculated inside Patrice O'Neil's hot little pussy, he had changed a lot of his opinions about her and about skinny girls in general. As the saying goes, "It ain't the meat, it's the motion," and Patrice had motion to spare.  

"Did I pass the test?" she asked, as they both lay back exhausted on the twisted terrain of the bed. 

"I don't know," Danny said, laughing. He rolled to his side and reached over to play with the nipples sticking up from her otherwise nearly flat chest. "Dad didn't tell me what I was grading on. Me, I'd say you passed with flying colors."

"Good." She blinked, still breathing hard, and then looked down at his finger on her nipple. "What are you doing? I really do have tits, you know. All I have to do is stand up."

"Oh, I know," Danny said earnestly. "I was just thinking about diversity."

"What?"

"You know. There's somebody out there for everybody. Diversity. I've always been going around like, 'oh, yeah, big tits, big tits, goody,' you know, but I like your cute little titties," he said, pinching the nipple just a bit. "Just a handful, and then they disappear when you lay down."

"Is your whole family as strange as you?" Patrice asked, feeling down his body to find his flaccid penis and stroke it with one finger. 

"No. Open minded, I guess." Danny laughed. "You can't imagine how normal we all were like four months ago. Well, okay, Elaine and I used to like playing with ourselves while listening to our parents fuck. But that's probably normal as hell. Mom and Dad were good in the sack, but they sure weren't going to screw the whole neighborhood."

"So what happened?" Patrice was thinking of another family, one that didn't handle such things so nicely as the Porters. 

"My mom had an affair with our neighbor. Patty Trent. Elaine and I caught on and started getting hot for mom. Dad, too, after we shot video of them together. It just kind of exploded from there. I don't know what happened to the neighborhood. You'd have to ask Jenny Peterson about that."

"How is it with you and your mother?" Patrice asked. "Do you . . . are you . . . well, are you making love, or are you just screwing?"

Danny paused, smiling. "I love my mom the same way I always did. I'm not, you know, 'in love' with her. I feel the same as always, except that I'm allowed to admit that I think she's hot as hell. I've found a way to please her, and I never had any sure way to do that before. When she has an orgasm, I know that she is pleased. When I give her a potted plant for Mother's day, I'm not sure of anything."

"A potted plant can't compare to an orgasm," Patrice said, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"No, I suppose not," Danny admitted. "A potted plant lives longer."

"Come on. Let's take a shower."

#

The party was winding down for some participants but just going into pause mode for others. Those who had baby-sitters watching their children would be leaving soon, while those who didn't had no intention of going anywhere. No matter where people went, however, the level of sexual activity was bound to drop from the frantic peak at which everything started. Nobody can fuck that hard for very long. 

Nobody but Cathy Burton, that is. She was very happy to see Albert Cassidy return to the party when Sharon forced the twins to flip a coin to decide who would go home first to baby-sit. Tim lost the toss. Cathy latched onto Albert as soon as he came in the door, and though his wife intruded for a few minutes, she and the older man had a very good time on the long couch downstairs in the play room. 

Now, however, Albert with was looking over the snack table with Melody Peterson sticking to his side like a leach, and Cathy was searching for a different kind of snack. She thought of Tillman. Yes, that's who she wanted. 

"I'm going to the Adams's house," she called to her mother as she wrapped a towel around her naked form and headed to the door. 

"What?" Sally Burton asked, but her daughter was already nearly at the door by the time she'd swallowed her chips and dip to speak. 

It didn't matter, anyway, because Tillman burst in carrying a cell phone and looking worried. "Where's Kelly?" he called out. 

"She's with Mr. Porter," Cathy said, reaching instinctively for Tillman's crotch. "But I don't know where."

"Gotta find her," he said, rushing past the perplexed girl. 

Tillman woke both sets of Petersons when he threw those doors open, and got a chance to admire Danny getting a blow job in the shower from Patrice before hurrying on. Most of the rest of the people were near the food, but he finally found them downstairs where Bill Chambers had gotten a chance to help broaden Kelly's experience in two ways. He lay on the floor so she could try out being on top, and Robert stood to one side for her first lesson in fellatio. 

"Kelly!" Tillman said. "Good, there you are."

"Yes," she said, trying to contain the trembling in her voice when she was just on the brink of orgasm. 

"Your mom," Tillman said, handing her the phone. "Called. Left a message."

"Oh, hell," Kelly said, and she took the phone right were she was, still seated on Bill's hard dick and with Robert Porter's cock nudging her cheek. She called the voice mail and listened briefly, then called her home. 

Only after her mother picked up did she think of her position on a young man's cock. She hoped he would hold still.

"Hey, Mom, what's up?" she asked.

"Your father and I were wondering if you heard anything about the baby yet," her mother said in her patently sweet tone. Lois Whitman was a patient, sweet woman, a perfect minister's wife, and she even sounded sweet when she was angry. Many who met her thought it was an act, but it wasn't. That's just the way she was. 

"No, I haven't," Kelly said, relieved that it was nothing worse than that. "I thought they'd have had it by now, the way they tore out of here."

"Are you alright alone, dear?"

"Of course, Mom," Kelly assured her. "I'm really not five any more."

"I know," her mother said, laughing. "It's just that you left your pills, and I don't know how long you'll be there. Maybe all night."

"Maybe, but I'll be fine."

Bill thought it would be funny to thrust his cock up into Kelly just then, and she gasped slightly when he did. She hit his chest with her fist, biting her lip and hoping her mother didn't notice.

"Are you sure?" 

Apparently, Bill thought the punch was foreplay, because he began thrusting up steadily now, even though Robert Porter motioned frantically for him to stop. 

"Sure, I'm sure," Kelly said, somewhat breathlessly. "Everything is cool."

"All right, dear," Lois Whitman said. "You have a good night, and I guess we'll see you whenever you're able to get home. Do you have anything suitable to sleep in if you need to stay? After all, it'll be the husband coming home, you know."

"Oh, Mom," she scoffed, trying to lift herself from Bill's humping cock even though he was holding her thighs tightly. "I'll just sleep in the clothes I'm wearing. I'll be on the couch anyway."

"All right," her mother said. "Well, you have a good night."

"Good night Mom," Kelly said, closing her phone. "You're an asshole," she said to Bill, pulling herself free and walking away. "I bet only your mom can stand you."

"That's about right," Cathy said, laughing. "But I'll finish off that boner for you, cousin." She quickly squatted down and took him deep into her pussy, 

"Gee thanks," Bill said, as though she'd offered to lend him a CD. "You can take the rubber off, you know."

"Naw," Cathy said. "Your cum has cooties."

Kelly went to the basement bathroom to take a shower. Robert Porter had filled her young pussy with cum earlier, and Bill's condom clad cock had been squishing it around so that it had been forced out to gum up her pubic hair. Talking to her mother in that condition had made her feel dirty, and she had to fix that right away. 

Robert Porter followed her and stood in the doorway as she started the water. 

"I'm not going to tell you to lie to your mother," he said. 'I'd be violating the code of the parents union if I did that. But, if things get dicey, you can pass it off to my wife and she'll lie to her for you."

Kelly laughed. "She's fine. Just wanted to bring me my pills, but I talked her out of it. Now I wonder if there's a shower cap around here."

"I'll hold your hair up for you," Robert offered entering the room. "Should wash my private parts anyway."

"Can I wash it for you?"

"Absolutely."

#

"We need a good game right now," Betty Burton said. She was seated at the kitchen table with Jenny and Brenda Peterson, Emily Porter, Tania Mosswell and Melody Peterson. A charming little group of naked neighborhood women. "A little something to let the peckers rest but still keep them interested, you know?"

"Sure, but what would that be?" Tania asked. 

"Something the men would like to watch," Betty said. "Maybe even bet on. That would be even better."

"You know, not all the men are at half mast right now," Emily said. "The young men, our sons, probably have a shot left in them. Or, at least, hard dicks."

"A mother and son game?" Jenny said. 

"A mother and son demonstration, more like," Tania said. "Except that I've got two young men here."

"Some of us don't have a young son here," Betty said, laughing. "Not so young, anyway. You can share yours."

"Musical Cunts," Melody said, somewhat appropriately. "You can play Musical Cunts."

"Yes, and make it different," Emily said then. "Last man with a place to put his dick wins, just lit normal. But, if one of them squirts before the game ends, then he's the winner."

"Okay, that's it," Betty proclaimed. "We'll round up everybody and play."

"It's really too bad we can't keep this going," Tania said. "In a small way, I mean."

"We can't party all week long," Emily said. "Though, Lord knows I'd love to."

"We could make the week more interesting though," Tania said. "We should swap spouses for a few days. Those of us without small kids, anyway."

"You mean, move in with a different family?" Melody frowned, saying, "Man, I wished I lived close by."

"We'll trade husbands and/or sons. Nobody wants a foreign woman snooping around their home, but the men don't have that problem." Tania nodded, figuring it out in her head. "I'll need to do a tally, but it seems like a good way to finish off a party as good as this one has been."

"But how do we do it? Put names in a hat?"

"Sure, and whoever is related to the winner of Musical Cunts gets first draw," Tania said. "Go alphabetical from her name."

"I think you just turned the whole summer into a party," Jenny Peterson said. 

"Who untied me?" Doris's voice from the kitchen doorway startled the group, and they turned to face her where she stood still slathered in oil and with her hair standing out in all directions.

"I did," Emily said. "You were asleep anyway."

"Boy, that was great," Doris said, stumbling into the room groggily and finding an empty glass to fill with wine. "God, Mom, even you were great."

"Great?" Betty Burton blinked behind her glasses, perplexed by her daughter's statement.

"Yeah, you weren't all shy like usual," Doris said. "And those two neighbor boys. Man, they kept stringing me up like a piñata, and everybody quit being so nice and just used me like, well, I don't know. A fuck toy, I guess. It was great."

"Well, that's nice dear," Betty said. "But you should clean up now. We're getting ready to play a game."

"I love games." Doris drained her wine glass and put it aside. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

#

Meanwhile, at the snack table, Kent Burton was selecting the perfect apple when Tillman leaned in to take a pear from the fruit selection. 

"Hey, I know you," Kent said, grinning. He turned toward Tillman, who was clothed, and extended his hand. "You work for me, don't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Burton, I'm on the Mall job," Tillman said, referencing the shopping mall that Burton Construction was building. 

"Sure, that's right. I didn't recognize you right off without your clothing, but now I remember." Kent was, of course, still completely naked, and his dick was, as usual, about half erect. His condition didn't bother him in the least talking to his employee. After all, Charles Trent worked for him as well. "You do good work as I recall. You know, I've got a position opening that . . . but you probably go to school, right? Still, you should come to the office Monday and we'll talk."

"That would be great, Mr. Burton," Tillman said. 

"Say, have you fucked my wife yet?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Come on, let's go fuck my wife," Kent said, starting to lead him away. 

"Sir, I can't," Tillman said. "I'm heading back to the Adams's house to baby-sit. Laurel is waiting there."

"Oh, no, you can't leave her waiting," Kent agreed. "You should stop by the house some time."

"That would be nice," Tillman said as he took his leave. Tillman left the house wondering just what was meant by that. Was he supposed to ring the bell and say 'Hi boss, I came to fuck your wife.' For all Tillman knew, that was exactly what he meant.  

Kelly Whitman had gotten her fill of cock by then, and the call from her mother was making her nervous about a possible unannounced visit. She caught Tillman at the door to tell him that she was going to go back and resume her job. 

"You've only been here a couple hours," Tillman said. 

"Yes, but I've had a very full night," she said. "I think I can get by on what I've had."

"Okay, sure. Tell Laurel I'll be in the living room."

"Bye," Kelly said, leaving the party. In her stay of slightly more than two hours, Kelly had experienced some form of sex with Danny Porter and his father, Patty Trent, Bill Chambers, Bobby Mosswell, and a brief encounter with a woman wearing a strap-on dildo. She'd even had a cock in her mouth, though Mr. Porter hadn't ejaculated. As someone used to dealing with an infirmity, she knew when she'd had enough excitement. It was time to leave. 

Tillman turned back in trepidation. Was he supposed to fuck his boss's wife now? If he didn't, would it have any bearing on the job his employer had mentioned?

"Everybody gather around," Betty Burton called out, thus saving Tillman from the problem of his bosses wife. "We're going down to the play room for a game now. 

#

"The rules are the same as musical chairs," Betty explained to the group gathered in the basement play room. Ralph was busy adjusting various cameras that were pointing into the center of the room where an oval of exercise mats had been laid out side by like a race track. "There is one difference, though. If one of the men in the game ejaculates before the finish, he automatically wins."

"Just call me the winner now," Tim Cassidy said. 

"Yeah, winner of the limp dick award," Tom said, punching his brother's shoulder. 

Brenda Peterson had volunteered to baby-sit at the Cassidy house since, as an out of town party person she wasn't going to win anything anyway, and that allowed the entire Cassidy family to be there for the contest.

"Wagering is permitted," Emily shouted out from where she stood to one side with the group of "Chairs." 

"We'll start out Mother and son. Or, brother sister, if that's the case. It's every man for himself from there on out."

"What does the winner get?" Kent Burton asked, always one for the bottom line.

"Oh, goodness, I almost forgot. Thanks son," Betty said. "The winner gets first pick at a very special drawing. We've decided to swap men for three days. A sort of sexual trade."

"And, no, you guys don't have any say in the matter," Sally Burton put in. "You'll go where you're told to go."

"Right. Let's begin," Betty said, cutting off discussion. 

The starting field in the competition was laid out like this:

Carter and Sally Burton Paul and Amy Burton Bill and Doris Burton Chambers Tom and Sharon Cassidy Tim and Laurel Cassidy Bobby and Tania Mosswell Tillman and Sherona Mosswell Danny and Emily Porter Ray and Karen Jenkins Jason and Patrice O'Neil Bill and Jenny Peterson

The men had gained entry by proving that they could get hard enough to play. Bill Peterson had been reticent, but his mother insisted that they "have a horse in the race," as she put it. 

They began with a two minute "get acquainted fuck" and then Ralph Burton hit play on the CD and a woman began singing "It Ain't the Meat it's the Motion" as the men stood to walk clockwise around the women lying prone on the mats. When he stopped the music, they dove in on the woman side them, which meant that Tim finally got his cock inside of Tania Mosswell's pussy. 

The women had already drawn numbers for the order of their removal from the game, so Sherona Mosswell left the circle reluctantly after the men had taken that one free turn. 

Danny was nervous about this game. He wasn't worried about being the last man standing, but he was afraid that all his years of practicing not cumming too fast were going to bite him in the ass now. If he could squirt faster, he could win.

"No jerking off!" Betty warned, as both twins and Ray Jenkins reached for their rods during the musical stroll. "Two minutes in each pussy is enough."

And the music stopped, leaving Tillman out in the cold.

Laurel Cassidy tightened her pussy as much as she could when Tim put his cock into her and began fucking like crazy. It was all she could do for a family win, and, knowing how the twins enjoyed racing each other to the draw, she thought she might get a squirt out of one of them. As the music continued, and she felt Ray Jenkins, Danny Burton, and Bill Peterson moving inside her in turn, she didn't think any of these guys was going to shoot. 

The women were bound to have orgasms during the game, however, since there was no rule against them frigging themselves during the music. It was a strange sight to see a circle of women of various ages laying on their backs and humping themselves up against their fingers while naked men trooped around them and the audience shouted encouragement. 

When the field was down to six, the remaining five women all rolled to their knees and presented their backsides to the competitors for the dog-style laps. 

Danny edged out Bill Peterson and slammed his cock into Karen Jenkins on that round, but he lost out to Ray Jenkins for a berth in Amy Burton's pussy on the next round and was forced to the sidelines. In the end, it was Bobby Mosswell who edged out Ray Jenkins by being at the vaginal end of Sally Burton when the music stopped for the final time. 

"Ta da!" he shouted, pumping himself into Sally energetically. 

"Oh, honey, you done us proud," Tania said, laughing. "Now Mama gets first draw and gets one refusal if I don't like my pick."

Betty Burton brought a wide mouth jar filled with slips of paper out, and Tania inserted her hand. 

"Tim Cassidy," Tania announced, wearing a theatrical scowl. "No, I'm not breaking up any twins. It's both or nothing for this girl." She put the slip of paper aside while Tom sat grinning at his disheartened brother. "Oh, now this is better," she said as she looked at her second draw. "Robert Porter."

The group applauded as Tania put Tim's name back in and passed the jar to Jenny Peterson, who was next alphabetically. She drew Danny's name, and said, "Oh, I get to spend some time with sweet little Danny Porter. Such a nice boy."

Emily's turn was next, and she reached into the jar hoping for Tillman or Ray Jenkins. Though she didn't know Ray, she assumed that an athlete would have stamina to spare. She drew Jason O'Neil. Oh, well, maybe Elaine's draw would bring in a winner.




Neighborly Relations Pt. 16D



Elaine's turn was on the next time around, the second to last pick, and by the time she got it her brother had gone to Jenny Peterson, Tillman to Betty Burton, and Tom Cassidy was destined to visit Sally Burton. Only Bill Chambers and Paul Burton remained. It was Paul whose name was in her hand when she opened the paper. Thank God. Bill was such a dope.

"Jesus, I get stuck with my own cousin?" Cathy cursed. 

"Last in line, honey," Elaine laughed. 

"Who wants to trade me?" Cathy shouted out. "I'll trade for anybody I'm not related to."

The group broke into laughter as the discontented girl strove to change her partner. In the end, Cathy was part of a three way trade that brought her Tillman Mosswell from her reluctant grandmother, much to her father's delight. "Good, now you can fuck my wife," he said.

Betty Burton wasn't interested in swapping for family, either, of course, so she worked out a deal with Jenny Peterson to obtain Danny in trade for her grandson.

#

Elaine Porter felt absolutely wonderful as her body was doubly penetrated by Bobby Mosswell in her pussy and Kent Burton in her mouth. She rocked between the two men, using her own motion to pump them toward orgasm. The silken pleasure of Bobby's cock sliding in and out of her pussy contrasted to the effort she invested in Kent's cock. She sucked him, swirling her tongue, and allowed him to touch the back of her throat on each forward movement. She knew that her own climax was coming soon, and it would be everybody for themselves after that, but for now she was content to rock easily back and forth and enjoy the company of two men.

Tania Mosswell lay on the mat beside Elaine with Tim Cassidy working at her pussy and Tom Cassidy putting his cock in her mouth. After the drawing, the two boys had begun circling like vultures, and Tania decided to see what they could do with her body. This was not one of her "give up command" moments, but she was certainly willing to share command if they didn't push it too far. 

The two women had taken up the space on the mats vacated by the game because it was close by. Quite a few people were still in the basement, and they walked around the two copulating groups without very much thought. 

Tania's clitoris was sending out happy signals from the apex of her vaginal opening. Any minute now, Timmy's tongue was going to send her over the edge. Meanwhile, she sucked hard at the purple head of Tommy's cock for a moment, and then resumed pumping her fist and lapping at it with her tongue. It was such a nice pink dick.

Elaine's pussy began to respond to the full, thrusting feeling of Bobby's cock. A small tingle at first, her orgasm grew slowly and then burst forth when Bobby instinctively reached around to rub her clit. "Ahhhh!" she called out, holding Kent's dick like a microphone in front of her mouth as the sensation pounded through her. "Oh, fuck yeah!" She grew limp then, collapsing to the mat with Bobby hurrying to drop along with her and remain inside. 

"Man, that's great," she said, her eyes half closed. "You guys get off how ever you want, okay? I'm just too . . . man, that was too good." She lay catching her breath, thinking that everything all night was too good. The cum bath she'd taken earlier had overloaded her circuits completely so that every orgasm she had since seemed multiplied by ten and left her shaken and numb. She didn't know how she could thank her father for that treat. It had to have been her father's idea, because she couldn't imagine any mother suggesting that her daughter be covered in cum. More likely Danny's idea. It didn't matter now. She lay passively as Bobby Mosswell fucked her from the side, pressing down on her hip to increase the pressure on his cock inside Elaine's cunt. Kent just wandered off after her collapse, apparently to find someone more lively.

Finally, the worn out and sweating Bobby Mosswell released his load of cum deep inside Elaine's vagina and sat back to catch his breath. "That was nice," Elaine said, rolling just a bit to pat his arm. "Thank you." Bobby could only grin and nod just then. 

Beside them, Bobby's mother was shuddering through her own orgasm. She held Timmy's head to her groin, burying his face in her vagina as she kicked her heels down against the floor and cried, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Then she pulled him pulled him up by his hair and shouted, "Get it in me, white boy! Right now! Get that cock in me!"

Tim followed her instructions without pause. He slammed his rod into her hot pussy fast and hard, her breasts sliding up and down on her rib cage as he did. Tania savored each thrust. After the orgasm she'd just had, the one coming now wasn't much, but it was going to be greatly appreciated. Oh, yes, and she let her body roll through another orgasm on the heels of the first. When it was finished, she was, too.

"That's it, boys," she said. "I'm finished. You boys see how fast you can finish up and squirt, okay?"

"Yeah, well, gee," Tom said. He'd been left without stimulation while Timmy was fucking Tania at the end, but Tim had been without while eating Tania. Both brothers were in the same boat. They just weren't able to cum on command like that. Fortunately, help arrived for them. 

"You let that old lady rest," Sherona said, moving up behind Tom and grabbing his dick. "Come with me and I'll get you off, little man. I got a whole bunch of places to put a cock. Ain't none of them all worn out."

Cherie had gotten there by then, too. She grasped Tim's hand and pulled him up.

"Some people got no endurance," Cherie said. "Let's go fuck till you give me a squirt of love lotion."

Just as his brother had done, Tim went with her without complaint. Only a pair of idiots would turn down offers like that. Behind then, Tania lay laughing quietly to herself. 

Old? She'd show them old some day. She rolled and pushed herself up, feeling her back tightening just a little as she rose. Okay, maybe a little bit old.

Elaine remained lying on the floor for awhile. She savored the feeling of Bobby's cum moving inside her cunt as it allowed gravity to drip some of it onto the exercise mat. After several moments, when the sticky wet feeling between the cheeks of her butt began to bother her, she got up and went into the bathroom for a shower. 

Her pussy, filled to capacity with cum, felt so right just then. There was baby juice, seed, inside of her. It just felt perfect for her pussy to be filled with it. So very right.

#

"How drunk do I have to get you so that you'll fuck Brenda with that strap-on of yours?" Kyle Davis asked his mother as she was passing through the living room. Like everyone at the party, they had limited their consumption of booze in order to keep their pleasure at a maximum. Getting Jenny drunk would still take some doing just then. "Man, I'd pay to see that."

Jenny stopped and regarded Kyle. She'd always thought he was too skinny, but he did have a pleasant cock to go with his pleasant personality. "I think I'd do that without much provocation," she said. "In fact, I think it's a damn good idea."

Kyle's cock filled with excitement at those words, and Jenny laughed. 

"You can have a ring side seat. Just wait here." She departed quickly, a smile on her face. 

Albert Cassidy passed Jenny as he was entering the room. "So what new debauchery are we going to be up to now, do you suppose," he said to Kyle. 

"I don't know about anybody else, but I'm just going to sit right here and watch my mother fuck my wife with a strap-on," Kyle said, grinning.

"Oh," Albert said, nodding. "That certainly sounds like fun. Do you mind?" he asked, indicating the space on the couch beside Kyle.

"No, grab a seat and get comfortable."

Albert sat down leaving space between them on the couch. Soon, that space was filled by Sharon, who had just sent the boys off to watch the baby since they were clearly exhausted by the events of the party. She thought a strap-on show would be fun, too. 

Robert Porter came next, wondering why the three of them were sitting on a couch together. When informed of the upcoming event, Robert ducked his head around the corner and called his wife. Emily and Robert sat sharing a big padded arm chair in the corner and waited as Ralph Burton arrived with his camera and the Mosswell family arrived en mass. Eventually, the room was filled to capacity with a semi circle of mostly naked people sitting or standing around a clear spot in the middle of the floor. 

Betty Burton scurried in and threw an old comforter down on the floor just as Brenda and Jenny came into the room. 

"What on earth is going on?" Jenny asked. She was already wearing her equipment, and stood with her hands on her hips and the pink cock bobbing before her pointing at the crowd. "You expect a free show, or something?"

"Sure, Jenny," Robert Porter said. "Unless you'd rather surrender the floor to a more uninhibited family." 

"Sorry, Jenny," Kyle called out. "People just kept coming and nobody went away."

"Your mother is a very popular woman," Ralph said, lowering his camera. 

Jenny and Brenda stood in the center of the room with most of the remaining partiers watching them and felt just a bit exposed then. Here they were, a middle-aged woman and her thirty plus daughter putting their imperfect bodies on display. They were both hippy women with thick thighs and substantial butts, and their breasts were ponderous, too. And, to top things off, Jenny was wearing a leather harness that held a fake cock onto her body in front of her sex. They both knew that they should feel embarrassed, but the most either was able to muster a case of performance anxiety.

"What's up?" Daryl Peterson came into the room, and when he saw his wife with her cock on, he smiled. "Oh, boy, a show," he said. "That's neat."

Jenny laughed, her nervousness dispersed on his words, and she turned and kissed her daughter passionately, just as Bill was entering the room and stood in a back corner watching over the crowd. 

"Okay, this is crazy," Betty Burton called out. "If we're really going to have a show, we've got to go down stairs where there's room for everybody. The girl's own husband can't see the action this way. Come on!"

The laughing crowd all stopped to refill their wine glasses before going down, and so the Peterson family was waiting for them. They had interrupted Tillman and Laurel, who found once again that there was no place in the house where someone would remain alone more than ten minutes. 

Jenny and her daughter were seated on the bench sharing deep, passionate kissed and holding each other close as the audience entered. They did their best to ignore them, but just continue as though they were alone. Kyle was seated on a padded folding chair that had been drawn up for the musical cunts game earlier, and he watched the two women avidly, his cock bobbing happily up between his legs. 

Bill and Daryl sat to one side, obviously enjoying the show as much as Kyle but feeling just a bit wrong about the whole thing. Brenda and her mother had never been together, and it didn't seem right to make the first time so public. For that matter, it didn't seem right to put on a display of family sex with only half the family. 

Jenny kept her focus on Brenda and the soft warmth of her body. When she thought of the audience at all, she found that their presence turned her on. It was fun to be a sex star at her age. And it was fun to experience her daughter's body, too, for it must be close to what Daryl experienced with her body at the age of thirty-one. Not too bad, she thought. 

Brenda felt her pussy growing wet as she kissed her mother, and she longed for Jenny to move her hands down there, her mouth down there. She wasn't going to have a chance to taste her mother's pussy because of the tool she was wearing, but that could come later. Right now, she wanted to cum. 

"Mom," she said. "My pussy is so wet. God, I'm so ready."

"Mommy will take care of that, honey," Jenny said. "I'll make your pussy happy."

The audience was hanging on every word, of course, and straining to see Jenny's hand move down and her fingers explored Brenda's cunt slowly. Brenda brought one foot up on the bench, opening herself to the viewers, and there was an audible sigh from the group. It was as though they'd never seen a pussy, let alone seen two women have sex before. The idea of one group or family putting on a show for the rest of them was so novel, that it excited them all.

Jenny sucked on Brenda's breasts, her own pussy wet and ready for the rocking action of her toy against her pudendum when she fucked her daughter with it. The pulsing movement against her clit was plenty to supply her orgasm, and she wanted to get to it as much as to please her daughter. 

Jenny kissed down her daughter's stomach until she was kneeling at her feet, her cock bobbing at the ready. Then, carefully nuzzling her nose against Brenda's clit, she used her thumbs to open her up and insert her tongue into the hot confines of her daughter's sweet body. 

"They look so sweet," Patrice O'Neil could be heard to say from the audience. 

Jenny looked anything but sweet when she buried her face in Brenda's snatch and began lapping at her with her tongue. Brenda laid back on the bench, holding her mother's head to her and moaning her approval. "Oh, Mommy," she moaned. "Yes."

Jenny rose to put one knee on the bench and bend to her task exciting her daughter's pussy. More than one male member of the audience thought about flying in like an arrow to hit the anal target she'd exposed to them in her new position. After a couple moments, Brenda's legs began to quiver and tighten on Jenny's head as her orgasm hit her. 

"Yes, oh yes! God Mom!" she said, gasping. "That's, that's, oh shit, just fuck me!"

Jenny straddled the bench and directed the strap on down and quickly into her daughter's still quivering cunt. She slammed her temporary cock into her as hard as she could while Brenda wrapped her legs around her and sucked at her swaying breasts. 

Another orgasm, and Brenda was on a new plateau of pleasure. She pushed at her mother's chest, and Jenny rose so that Brenda could pull her over to the exercise mats and lay her down. Then Brenda mounted the strap-on and humped her mother as hard as she could. Her movements drove the base of the dildo down against Jenny's pubic bone and tantalized her yearning clit. She grabbed her daughter's tits, pulling them down, suck at them like a babe while Brenda rode the false cock she had strapped onto her body. 

Jenny's orgasm surprised her, and she yelped and then laughed as it flooded through her. Oh, yes, this was all too good. The movement, the dirty thrill of it being her daughter, and the eyes of the audience drove her wild. 

Kyle was sitting on the edge of his chair stroking his dick with a comfortable motion while he watched. His bounteous wife together with her mother! An epic sight. 

Daryl's cock felt near to bursting as he watched. He, too, stroked himself but at a faster pace than Kyle, for he was too hot to go slow. Bill stood beside him, his cock rock hard but with no grasping activity for the moment. He just stared, loving the sight, wanting a way to get into it. When the women switched to dog-style, Bill saw the opening. 

"Bottom or behind?" he asked his dad.

"What?"

"You wanna slide in under that fun time or get into it from behind?" Bill said.

"Oh, I see." Daryl took a moment to consider before saying, "I need my rest. I think I'll lay down."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Bill said as he walked toward the copulating women. 

"You can't finish this off without us, can you?" Bill asked his mom as she thrust herself into Brenda's steaming pussy from behind. 

"Jump right in, dear," Jenny said. "The water's fine."

The audience applauded as Daryl lay down and slid himself under his daughter until his cock was aiming straight up at her mouth and he was in position to eat her delicious pussy. It took Bill about that long to apply lubrication to his mother's rear opening. He stood watching his mother's buttocks clench with each thrust. He watched and stroked his greased cock, and then he stepped forward to press it against her anus and push it into her body. 

"Oh, yes, honey," Jenny said. "Fuck Mama's ass for her."

"Yes, Mom," he said, always the dutiful son. 

And Brenda looked down at her father's hard cock as she enjoyed the unique experience of feeling her mother's cock thrusting into her hard and fast while her father's mouth sucked at her clit. She put her mouth onto her father's cock and began licking and sucking the head of it while holding herself up on increasingly wobbly arms. 

They were complete now, with everyone in position to cum. 

When Bill felt his cum begin rushing toward release he fucked his mother's backside faster and harder until his spasming cock took control of his body and his movements decayed into twitching displays of delight. The audience applauded when he fell back, breathless and watched as his mother continued to fuck his sister from behind.

Brenda's body told her that the magnificent sensation of convulsing muscles and sparking nerve endings was the last for the evening by suddenly taking all of the strength out of her arms and legs so that she fell to the mat, barely missing her father's head with her knee. She lay quivering as her mother smiled down at her. 

Jenny unbuckled the strap-on and stood, taking a bow as the crowd applauded loudly. Then she knelt down to straddle her husband's head and finish the job that Brenda had begun on both of them. She gave him her pussy to eat and engulfed his cock with her mouth.

Jenny completed her always tantalizingly close orgasm with Daryl's fingers probing her cunt and his mouth sucking at her hard clit. She moaned, rocking her hips and nearly crying, until she could take no more and rose up to sit back on her haunches.

"How about a big finale?" she said to Daryl.

"You bet."

Jenny leaned back on her hands, and tipped her head back. Taking his cue from her position, Daryl placed himself at her head and pressed his cock down and into her mouth. 

Daryl lowered his body until she'd taken all of his cock inside like a sword swallower. He moved up and down for several minutes, looking as though he might cum at any moment. Finally, Daryl pulled out and stood to her side, pumping his cock in his fist. Jenny took the head of his cock in her mouth momentarily, sucking, licking, but he was about to blow. She turned to face him laid back to rest on her elbows. 

"Cum for me, big boy," she said, watching his fist moving in a blur. "Show everybody what you've got. Squirt on me. Shoot your load right on my big, sloppy tits. Come on,"

Daryl moved up to stand straddling her knees and shot a heavy spurt of jism right onto his wife's upturned face. He pumped again and again, each time releasing another gob of liquid love to hit her tits and belly. Finally, he was finished, and he sat heavily on the mats beside his children. 

The audience burst into applause as the family hugged other. Brenda looked toward her husband sitting in the front row. He was sitting back on his chair with a super size grin on his face and his flaccid cock in his hand. His belly and chest was covered with glistening jism. Apparently, he had liked the show.

#

The party ended slowly, as they tend to do. Adam called with the news that their little girl had been born successfully, and the group applauded even more heartily than they had done for the Peterson's little show. After it was decided that the partner switch could take place pretty much any time after three that afternoon, and after writing out and addresses that weren't known, the party broke for the more mundane pleasure of sleep.




Neighborly Relations Pt. 16D



Elaine Porter walked home in the midst of her family feeling loved beyond belief. Both her father and brother were drained, barely limping along, and her mother was yawning, too, but she felt energized by the night. She felt as though she could fuck forever. 

Fuck forever. What a great idea.

*

To be continued . . . 

The mate swap is next, and beyond that who knows? There are a couple baby-sitters who might have an idea what happens next, but we won't worry about them just yet. Better that we try to find out why Elaine starts spending so much more time fucking her brother than she used to. Is he her new obsession? 



Neighborly Relations Pt. 17



Author's Note: Please excuse the delay in getting this installment online. I had to take time out to write a few paid pieces before continuing to write for pleasure.

*

PART SEVENTEEN: Change Partners!

At three p.m. on Sunday afternoon, Emily Porter kissed her husband at the front door, handed him his suitcase and suit bag, and said, "Now you play nice with Tania. Okay? Have fun."

"This is very weird," Robert said. "But, I sure will have fun."

Emily kissed her husband and sent him on his way. 

When she closed the door, she stood looking at the living room a moment wondering if she was really ready for company. Yes, there were small bottles of lubricant available in the living room, kitchen, her office on the first floor, and all the bedrooms upstairs because it paid to be ready. A large bottle downstairs, of course. She'd put one of her smaller dildos in her office and another in the basement where they'd be handy, too. Plug in the camera! She hadn't done that.

Emily walked to the kitchen and got the camera, which she carried out to the living room and connected to the computer to charge it up. They'd already put a new memory card in, so it had room to spare. Robert had specifically asked that they take plenty of pictures. 

Except for making supper, was about it. 

She had drawn Jason O'Neil while Elaine got Paul Burton. Emily wasn't acquainted with either of the men personally, though she'd had a taste of Jason's cock at the party, so she was looking forward to having two strange men in the house and no idea of what would happen between them. 

Nobody had specified who would be in charge of these swaps. It was implied that the women had final say in their activities, since they were the ones drawing names, but it was never spelled out. They would have to play that by ear. 

The couches! She hadn't covered them. 

"Elaine! Bring down some towels," she called up the stairs. She didn't have old comforters, so she would only protect the cushions with bath towels. It would probably be enough. "About five!"

Elaine came bouncing down the stairs a moment later with several large towels. "This'll be cool," she said, as they put the towels down on the couches. "You'll like Paul. His dick is a little shorter than Carter's, but not much."

"Elaine, don't tell me you're one of those bigger is better girls," Emily said. "Don't be so fast to judge."

"Oh, it's just three quarter inch or so. We measured all the guys at one of the parties. But I read that a woman will always judge a man's cock against the size of the first one that fucked her. Danny's cock isn't small."

"No, it certainly isn't," Emily agreed, envisioning her son's hard cock right then. 

She wondered if he was already putting it in Betty Burton, or if they were baking some cookies first. He had seemed happy enough to be going across the street to the Burton house, and she hoped he was having fun. 

That was when the doorbell rang, and her thoughts returned to her own activities. 

#

Danny had been interested in watching the Burton videos. He wasn't sure why, since he'd seen all the Burtons fuck at the party, but the illicit, private nature of their home videos made them special. He'd already asked about them, so Betty knew right off that he'd be wanting a private showing. 

"It's just the two of us now, young man," she said, adjusting her glasses on her prim nose. "Just you and Grandma."

"Yes, I guess so."

"I'll get us some cookies and we can settle down in the TV room. Home movies are such a treat," she said. Then she turned and walked to the kitchen, her skirt swishing back and forth on her shapely legs. Danny was impressed at her figure. Fifty-eight didn't seem like so bad an age after all. 

#

Robert was met with kisses at the Mosswell door. Tania held him close and kissed him passionately, and then led him in saying, "We're going to have fun, dear."

"Where's the family?"

"Tillman and Robert are already at gone, and the other children are driving back home. They've all got work in the morning." 

"So it's just the three of us, then?" Robert asked. 

"Oh, yes. You, me, and that cute little blond boy," she said, referring to Carter Burton. 

Tania had the supreme luck of getting a two for one deal in the drawing. Sherona had drawn Carter Burton, but she had gone home and left him for her mother. That meant that both Tania and Emily would have men at home to play with for at least part of the day while their own pick from the drawing was at work. Carter and Paul both worked for Burton Construction, and, as family members, they made arrangements to work half days on Monday and Tuesday. Emily had to promise her daughter not to use Paul Burton up before she got home, but Tania had no such restrictions. She could wear the poor boy down to a raw bone during the day and have fresh meat to play with at night. 

Tonight, however, Tania was mostly tired. Judging by Carter's yawns as he sat on the couch watching the ball game and waiting for Robert to arrive, he was tired, too. What Tania really wanted right now was a little nap.

#

Emily was of the same opinion. It was probably foolish for them to think they could extend the party like this when they'd exerted themselves so completely the night before. Even as she invited Jason and Paul into the house, she was going though an inventory of low energy sexual positions in her mind. 

Elaine was feeling quite spirited, however, and she bounded into the room to greet the men with an apparently endless supply of energy. 

"Hey, let's have naked day," Elaine proclaimed. "First guy to loose his boner has to do dishes."

Jason laughed. "That'll be me," he said. "It'll be ready when I need it, but there won't be any showing off till then."

"Yeah," Paul agreed. "My dick's kinda roughed up. Still looking red, though it's not so sore any more."

"Sore dick?" Emily said. "Oh, my, we'd better look into that. Nurse Elaine, could you get the patient ready for his exam?"

"What? Oh, sure, Mom." Right then, playing doctor with her mom was an intriguing idea. She wondered what examination techniques Mom used, and how they differed from those of her children. "Come on, Paul. I'll get you ready."

Paul and Jason fell into the game right away, and the younger man followed Nurse Elaine dutifully off to the half bath on the main floor where he allowed her to strip him and give his penis a careful sponge bath with a washcloth.

"You are red down here, aren't you?" she said, trying her best to sound like a nurse as she knelt before him and examined his half erect cock and balls. She lifted his cock and took one testicle into her mouth carefully, juggling it with her tongue. His cock immediately stiffened to full power. "I think you'll be all right," she said, standing. "Come on, let's get the doctor's opinion."

#

Tania and her men spent a few minutes watching the baseball game, but their team pulled ahead by five runs and the game became less interesting, so they went to the kitchen and had a cup of coffee and planned their evening. There wasn't much to plan.

"Are you guys as tired as I am?" Tania asked as they sat. Both Robert and Carter admitted as much. "Okay, then I think we should take it easy today. Lay back, chill, and don't stress the situation. Sound good?"

"Sure, but I hope that doesn't mean we don't get anything today," Carter said. "I've never been with you, and I hear that you're worth spending some time with."

Tania smiled. "That's so sweet of you to say, Carter. Don't worry about getting something today. I'll take care of my boys," she promised. 

Meanwhile, they had coffee and a slice of pie and let their minds wander. 

#

Danny had sampled Betty Burton's coffee cake, apple pie, and pussy by the time he'd been there an hour and a half. He hadn't cum, but he was glad to see that she did, loudly and athletically, as he slammed his cock inside her cunt. 

He had also watched several Burton family movies, and he was coming to the point where David and Amy Burton joined the mix, but before Paul and Ginny were old enough to play. He wasn't very interested in the new stuff, but the old stuff was cool. 

Unlike Danny, Betty was very interested in "new stuff" and she knelt before the naked boy as he watched her family fuck on screen to pay close attention to his nice, young cock. It was so smooth and straight, with a pattern of veins decorating the surface. His cock head was hard and almost purple in color, and his balls were covered by downy hairs so fine that that went unnoticed when she took his scrotum into her mouth. Such sweet young balls, and such a succulent young cock. 

Danny had given her a wonderful orgasm earlier, and she could credit him with knowing how to get a woman off. He had the right stuff, all right. But she knew that her pussy didn't have the grip it once had and he had probably cum his limit at the party, so it would take special attention to release his spurting cream. That was something she knew a lot about, and she set about proving it then. 

Danny watched the Burton family fuck each other in a circle on the play room floor and stroked the gray hair of the woman between his knees as she brought her mouth down onto him. Oh, yes. Once she had the head into her mouth, she moved down slowly, lapping at his cock with her eager tongue and descending until her nose was pressed against his pubic bone and her chin nestled into his ball sack. He was so far in that he could feel his cock within the ridged surface of her throat. Oh, God, yes. 

The 58 year old woman held the 19 year old boy's rigid cock in her throat, breathing slowly through her nose, as she fondled his balls in her right hand. She swallowed once, and then twice in succession, causing her throat to move against the sensitive head of his cock. She was rewarded with a twitching along the shaft, a short gasp, and tighter, pulling grip on her hair. More swallows, more short excited breaths, and now he had both hands holding her head, pulling at her hair. 

She slowly moved up again, lapping her tongue on him more rapidly as she did, and grasping his hard rod in her hand as soon as she'd released enough of him from her mouth to get a grip on. She pumped him in earnest, licking and sucking his cock, and then dropped and tilted her head to take both balls into his mouth, washing his scrotum with her tongue. 

"Oh, God, Mrs. Burton," Danny said. "I'm going to, to cum real soon."

"Are you going to give Granny some cream, boy?" Betty asked as she looked up at him through the fogged glasses that sat cockeyed on her face. "Do you like Granny's mouth enough to give her a shot? Granny's pussy sure liked your cock, you know."

She put her mouth back on him, pumping, sucking, and stroking his balls. She knew he'd be blasting off soon, and her pussy was twitching in sympathy with the coming release. They might even cum together. 

Betty Burton's favorite position for receiving a hot blast of semen was on her knees with the man slamming into her from behind. The depth of her partner's thrusts, and the angle of the cock in the dog style was great as his movement mashed her face into her pillow, and that hot cum spurting inside her was a bonus to her orgasm. If he might give her a swat or two along the way, that was good too. 

Her second favorite position was also was on her knees but with a hard cock in her mouth. She loved it when the man held her head on both sides as Danny was doing now and pumped himself into her mouth, but she also enjoyed it when he lay still and gave her full control. When he released into her mouth, hot and musky, her pussy always twinged. While she would rather feel his jism inside her cunt, she loved the taste of cum, too. 

Facials were in another category. They were what she allowed a man to do because he clearly wanted to do it, not because she had any particular preference. As long as he didn't shoot her in her eye, she was fine with it. But they were a man's dirty fun, not really hers. She did enjoy a spurt on her belly or tits, because she liked seeing the semen emerge from the head of an excited dick. And they could sure cum on her ass, because she usually didn't want sperm running from her butt after anal sex. 

Today, as Danny gripped her head and she pumped her head and hand in unison on his quivering rod, she was planning on taking his release on her face. She expected him to like it, of course, but it was mostly for the camera her husband had placed to the side when he left and that she had activated when she initiated their sexual contact. A good porno needs a money shot, and she was going to finish with a grand money shot right on her glasses. 

"Oh, oh, yes, Granny!" Danny cried out. "I'm going to fill your mouth. I'm going to give you my cream!" Yes, yes, it was rising, rushing to spurt into her hot mouth. 

When she could tell his release was beginning in earnest, she pulled her head back and pumped him hard with his cock poised about three inches in front of her glasses. "Paint me," she said. 

His penis spat a blast of thick white semen onto her glasses, obscuring the vision of her right eye. Another blast hit her forehead, hot and urgent, and ran down to the bridge of her nose and then down beside her eye. She took one squirt on her tongue, savoring the slick texture of his young load, and pumped the remainder onto her glasses so that she couldn't see through them at all. 

"Oh, wow," Danny said, slumping back on the couch. 

Betty turned her face to the hidden camera, smiling as she moved a sample of cum from her forehead to her mouth. "Oh, yes," she said. "Now that's what I call creaming."

#

Tania led her men to the living room and stood them side by side in front of the couch. "Strip," she said, pulling her own top up over her head and tossing it aside. Neither man needed a second command, and they removed their clothing quickly to stand before her with their penises standing out proudly. "Sit," she said then. They obeyed like trained dogs and sat looking expectantly at her for their reward. 

Tania picked up a remote and started the DVD player. A porn movie came up on the screen. Two pregnant women were undressing each other. 

"That's one of my son's collection," Tania said. "He sure likes those pregnant white women. I know from watching you guys that you like them, too. Enjoy."

"But what are we supposed to do?" Robert asked.

"Just sit there and enjoy yourselves," Tania said as she brought a bottle of oil from the table and poured some into her right hand. "Relax," she said, applying oil liberally to Robert's cock. "Take it easy," she said to Carter when she greased his flag pole, too. "Let me do the work."

"Would you really rather give a hand job than get fucked?" Carter asked as he lay back against the couch and got comfortable. 

"No. But this is a contest," Tania said. "The guy who comes first will be my sex slave. The guy who holds back gets to be my partner."

"Wait," Carter said. "What does that mean?"

"My partner can take me and ravage me when he wants too. But a slave can't. He's got to follow orders."

"Oh," Carter said, smiling. "Sounds all right either way. But you're right handed and you're using your right hand on me. Your right hand is bound to be stronger than the left, so you'll pump it out of me faster."

"Don't worry." Tania brought both hands to bear on his cock a moment, and then turned her attention to Robert again. "I'll mix up the hands I use. This contest isn't rigged."

"Except that the older guy isn't going to cum as fast no matter what hand you use," Robert said. "There is a bit of bias at play here."

"You guys are too picky," she said. "Do want me to stop? We can find something good on cable and pop some corn. Should we do that?"

"No!" Carter and Robert replied in unison. There was no way that they'd let her stop doing what she was doing with her hands. No way.

#

Emily and Jason had a brief conversation while Elaine was getting Paul ready for his exam. "You'll be the medical photographer," Emily said as she handed him the camera. "Just pictures, I think. No movies just yet."

Jason accepted the camera with a grin. "Do we all get copies?"

"Sure. I think Ralph Burton got pictures of everybody already, so a few more won't matter." 

A sudden thought came to mind, and Emily hurried off to the kitchen. She returned a moment later with a clear juice glass. "Medical equipment," she said, grinning.

"Here's the patient," Elaine said, leading Paul back by the hand. "Ready for his exam."

"Good. You'd better disrobe, nurse. I'll be needing your expertise for this exam."

Jason took photographs as Elaine undressed and then lined up with the reclining chair where Emily had placed Paul to be ready for the exam. 

Emily stood fully clothed to one side while her naked daughter was on the other and Paul sat between them with a blissful smile on his face. Then Emily bent at the waist, emphasizing her butt and her shapely legs emerging from her short skirt for the sake of the camera. She grasped Paul's penis and pressed it up against his stomach to examine his balls.

"There are no problems here," she said, fondling him gently. "Both testicles are round and of equal volume, and the skin of your scrotum seems nice and soft. Hot, too. Do you agree, Nurse?" she asked her daughter. 

Elaine reached down to join her mother in fondling Paul's balls, her breasts swaying as she leaned to the task. "They feel great," she said. 

"Your poor cock is another matter," Emily told him. "It has definitely been over used recently. And," she added with a sly smile, "This exam isn't going to be very easy on it, either."

Leaning further, she took his cock into her mouth. Jason got a great picture of Emily standing straight legged and leaning down past her waist to suck the boy's cock. "Hot and tasty," she proclaimed as she stood again. Nurse, you may prepare the patient for the next phase."

When Elaine looked at her curiously, Emily tossed her the bottle of lubricant. Then her eighteen year-old daughter snapped to her task with enthusiasm while her mother removed her clothing beside the chair.

Paul moaned in appreciation as Elaine slicked his dick with the slippery oil. He would be happy to cum at any time, but was eager to see what was next. 

"You may prepare me now," Emily said as soon as she was nude. She stood with her hands out and her legs spread slightly, as her daughter ran to her side with the bottle of oil. 

Elaine instinctively stood to one side so that Jason was able to get clear shots as she took the slick substance down her mother's pussy and began rubbing it onto her labia. Emily sighed, spreading her legs a bit further and resting one arm on Emily's back. "Oh, yes," she said. "And make sure you get it inside my cunt, too."

Elaine did as instructed, slipping two fingers as far inside her mother's body as she could while Emily smiled and sighed. 

"Now, my ass," Emily said, turning. She bent over and reached both hands back to spread her buttocks open to reveal her puckered hole. "Grease it real good.'

Elaine oiled all around her mother's asshole, and then she slipped one greasy finger inside of her. One finger, moving in and out, and then two, three, while Emily's breath came in faster and faster gasps. "Okay," she said at last. "I'm ready."

Emily fully reclined Paul's chair, and then climbed up onto it with her feet planted on either side of his hips. "We're going to check out your tensile strength now," she said. "Relax. This won't hurt a bit." Then, to her waiting daughter, she said, "Nurse, please hold his cock upright and prepare to help him enter the test chamber."

Elaine held Paul's cock, and her mother lowered herself onto it slowly, her pussy swallowing it an inch at a time. Once she was fully down, she began fucking him very rapidly, as though trying to release all of his load as fast as possible. Paul reacted by moaning in with high pitched whistle. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 17



Jason, of course, took pictures. He knelt between Paul's legs and shot up at Emily to capture her magnificent pussy taking the boy inside as well as the look of concentration on her face as she did it. He was still down there when she turned. With Elaine's help again, she took Paul's cock up into her asshole until she was sitting on his legs. Jason got some excellent pictures. 

After humping herself up and down on him a couple moments, Emily got off and stood watching his cock bobbing in excitement over his body. "Seems good," she said. "Nurse, get a damp cloth and wash the patient. I'll have you handle the next tests."

"Oh, goody," Elaine exclaimed as she went skipping off the bathroom on her task. 

#

Robert could tell that Tania was giving his cock a bit more attention than she was giving to Carter's hard rod. She sucked him longer and with more enthusiasm than she did Carter, and definitely pumped him faster. He was a bit disappointed to know that she wanted him to be the slave, but then brightened at the images of what she might make him do. Those thoughts made him even harder and took him over the edge.

"Oh, oh, boy," Tania exclaimed as his semen burst forth and ran down over her hand. "Look what we have here!" She moved her hand on him, lubricated by his cum now, until he'd emptied himself onto her hand and his own belly. "Okay, then," she said. "Slave, I want you to go wash yourself and then return to eat my pussy. Hurry up now.

Robert hurried to comply, his flaccid penis snapping back and forth slinging the last few drips of cum on his legs. 

#

Elaine was on her hands and knees while Paul fucked her from behind. "Faster," Emily ordered. "Faster." The boy did the best he could, until he'd begun to raise a sweat. Finally, Emily said, "Stop. Nurse, you may suck him now."

Paul stood panting happily as Elaine took his cock into her mouth and began to apply her lips and tongue to his pleasure. He wasn't going to last long, now.

"Remember," Emily said, holding the juice glass out so her daughter could see it. "We need a sample."

Elaine grinned and sucked harder.

"Are you cumming?" Elaine asked the patient.

"Yeah, yeah, soon," Paul said, holding Elaine's head as though afraid she might quit. 

"All right. When you are about to ejaculate, we need you to finish the task manually," Emily told him. "We need to witness the velocity of the ejaculate. And, of course, you will be releasing yourself into this sample glass. Can you manage to do that?"

"Oh, yes, sure," he said. One of his favorite things to do with his mother, and now with his mother and sister, was to masturbate while she watched. This would be fun. 

And it wasn't long before he said, "Okay, now," and pulled back from Elaine's mouth and gripped his own cock. "Oh, yes," he sighed, and did the best he could to aim his penis at the glass Emily held under it. Both women watched in fascination as Paul's cum began to spurt into the cup. Three good, heavy spurts, and then a series of lessening releases until he was done. 

"I think you're healthy." Emily took his cock into her mouth and sucked out a bit of the remaining fluid. Then she sat back holding the glass up to the light. "Looks good," she said. She dipped one finger into the glass and brought a sample out to rub on one nipple. "Nice," she said, applying a second sample to the other. Then she tipped her head back and held the glass up over her open mouth. She tilted the cup and the thick, creamy white liquid slid down the glass and into her mouth

Emily worked the semen around her mouth like a wine connoisseur. Smiling, she opened her mouth briefly for the benefit of the camera. After the picture was taken, she swallowed the young man's juice. 

"Oh, yes," she said, "You'll be just fine."

#

Robert was having a very good time on his back with his face buried in Tania's juicy cunt as she sucked at Carter's rod. He reached around her thighs to hold her open for the probing of his tongue and nose and sucked hard at her clit, and she responded by pushing herself down on him, her entire lower body shivering slightly. 

Carter was watching this fine black woman's mouth move on his cock and marveled at her expertise. She was exciting him beyond belief but expertly keeping him from blasting off. But she couldn't keep his orgasm at bay forever.

Carter's mind was filled with the thought of taking her and throwing her down on the bed. Slamming his cock into her body from behind, rolling, and fucking, and watching his pale cock disappearing in her dark body. He was so pale against her that he felt if they were doing this in the dark, he might glow in the dark. 

That was it. He couldn't last any longer. Carter shot sperm into Tania's mouth with urgency he'd never felt before. Tania was surprised by the amount and velocity of his blast and pulled away, still pumping, as his second shot erupted nearly a foot in the air above him. Laughing, she returned her mouth to his spurting cock, loving the taste and the decadent image of what the three of them were doing. 

When Carter's rod finally finished releasing his jism, and he fell back in the couch totally spent, Tania crept back over Robert until she was above his hard cock. "Okay, slave, be still and don't cum."

"Not sure I could just yet," Robert said, grinning, but he didn't expect to be this hard so soon, either. 

"I've gotta get me off," Tania said. "I'm going to borrow your hot dildo."

Tania rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen clit and built on the feelings he'd already released with his tongue. She felt her pussy contracting at the coming climax, and spread herself to slide his cock down over her clit one more time and then up deep into her hot, dark tunnel. She gasped when he reached the end of her, and breathed in fast, panting breaths as she humped herself up and down on him. With her finger on her clit, and his cock in her cunt, Tania's orgasm was nearly immediate and totally consuming. She froze, quivering above him, and then fell down on his chest, shaking, moaning, and fighting to catch her breath. Then she rolled to her back and lay quivering for a moment, totally satisfied. 

"Not bad for a start," Tania said breathlessly. "But there's going to be more than this. I'll send you back to your old ladies wishing you didn't have to go."

#

Elaine was running the camera when her mother opened Jason's pants to release his hard cock. She sucked him, pulling the pants down, and then pushed him down to lay on the floor where she mounted him immediately and fucked him with urgent speed. Her daughter circled with the camera, focusing in on where Jason's rod entered her mother's body, and then catching the tenacious grip of his hands on Emily's breasts, as well as the look of unthinking rapture on her mother's face as she threw her head back with her mouth slack and eyes unfocused and shivered in orgasm on Jason's rod. 

"Your turn," she said, falling off of the cock that had pleasured her so much, and motioning for Elaine to give her the camera. "Let's see my little girl fuck him dry."

Elaine complied immediately, squatting on the offered cock at first, and then moving down to pull his pants and underwear off from around his ankles. "Screw me," she said. "Rip me a new one."

Jason pulled her legs over his shoulders and guided his cock into her wet opening. Once in place, he dropped himself into her and began thrusting hard and deep in the young woman's already well fucked cunt. 

Emily sat to photograph her daughter screwing the man who was really still a stranger to them. Her daughter. That was when the thought struck her that they had surely come a long way in the last month and a half. Was it right to be watching, in fact, ordering her daughter to fuck a stranger? Was it right to enjoy the taste of Elaine's cunt or that of her son, Danny's beautiful cock? No. Of course not. Not in the broad world with it's rules and restrictions. But here, in her own home, it was wonderfully right. Elaine was beautiful with a cock slamming into her pussy, her breasts moving in unison with the thrusts. So beautiful. 

Emily handed the camera to Paul and sat against the couch, her fingers busy at the center of her fur pie. She watched Elaine and rubbed herself and smiled with pride and delight. 

Jason came with a grunting ferocity and filled Elaine's young cunt with hot cream. He plowed into her, his cock coated with their mingled juices, until he had nothing left in him and he had to fall over onto the floor. 

Elaine lay recovering from her own orgasm, which had preceded his by a moment. Her pussy contracted with rapid spasms, pushing part of Jason's load out and down the crack of her butt. 

Emily watched, fascinated, as the thick white liquid slithered out of Elaine's body. Beautiful. Everything was beautiful. Especially her daughter's pussy. 

"I think we all need some refreshment," Emily said. "Jason, take off your shirt, you look silly that way. Come on, let's all go to the kitchen."

The group made its way to the kitchen table like one post orgasmic creature that, having sated its lust, wanted now to satisfy other needs. A creature of sensation and totally devoid of thought.

#

"Granny" Burton was constantly thinking as she and Danny ate roast beef for dinner seated at one corner of the big dining room table. She was thinking that his cock looked so pretty resting on her dining room chair. She was thinking that she couldn't wait until she had his handsome young face between her thighs again. And she was thinking that the roast was a bit over done, but she'd been busy with other things and hadn't been able to get to it right away. 

Danny was thinking that Betty still looked much as she had in the early home movies. Her body was thicker, and her hair was totally gray, but she retained the impish smile and clear gaze of her youth. He wanted to take her again, right there on the beef and gravy. 

Betty saw his cock rising with his thoughts and smiled. That little imp was planning something.

"Tell Granny what you're thinking," she said as she raised her water glass to her lips. 

"Oh, nothing," he said, and lifted another bite of the roast to his mouth. 

"Nothing? Then why is your cock growing now?" She smiled. "Is Granny's meat that good?"

"Yeah. Definitely," he laughed. Danny reached past the corner of the table to grasp her thigh. "I was wondering if the food stains would come out of the carpet if I tossed you down on this table and fucked the hell out of you."

"Oh, what a thought," Betty said, beaming. "We'd probably break the dishes. Besides, we're going to be wanting roast beef sandwiches later. There's no point in ruining the roast."

"No, no point," Danny said, standing. He lifted the older woman to her feet, her chair toppling backwards, and turned her to lean on the table. "I guess we'll have to be careful." 

Kneeing her legs apart, Danny moved his hard cock against her slit until he felt it grow wet. Then he slammed into her with a force that made both of them groan in delight. 

Betty Burton held the edges of the table, her face pressed open mouthed on the table top right next to her dinner plate, and let the young man take her as he would. Her cunt quivered, tightening on his pounding cock, and then erupted in pleasure as her breasts snapped against the edge of the table in rhythm with Danny's pleasure. 

Danny reached down and squeezed Betty's pussy around his cock, tightening it on his rod and increasing the friction until he felt his own orgasm rising within him. Yes! He shot up into her beautiful snatch. Then he stumbled back, pulling out so that his next spurt hit her back. Betty turned then, kneeling. "Give Granny your load," she said. "Just like you do for your mama."

She took his release on her tongue and cheeks, smiling, still quivering with delight. Then, when he had nothing more to release, she sat at the table and said. "Eat dear. You're dinner is getting cold."

Danny sat and took up his fork laughing, and then sat in amazement as Betty Burton used her index finger to move the cum from her cheeks and onto the slice of roast beef on her plate. She spread it like butter on the meat, and then she cut a wedge and ate it. 

"You sure are tasty, boy," she said. "Damn fine tasting cum.

#

And so, while the trio at Tania's house slumbered in her large bed, and the Porter women drank wine with their men and then split into pairs for a quick fuck and slumber, Danny Porter and "Granny" Burton continued fucking long into the night. They copulated with abandon as images of the Burton clan fucking and spurting and moaning with each other played on the big screen beside them. They fucked, and rested, and fucked again.

Danny knew he was going to be calling in sick tomorrow.

To be continued . . . 



Neighborly Relations Pt. 18



PART EIGHTEEN: Halleluiah! 

CHAPTER ONE, New Jobs

The party was turned out to be the apex of activity in the loop that year. No, they didn't stop, they just didn't have any more massive parties. They kept it to small, intimate gatherings. The partner swap was great for one day, but (other then the Emily Porter and Sally Burton) most folks were fucked out after one day. Three days had been a rather ambitious goal. 

Patrice O'Neil already knew she had the position when the president of the bank called her in to give her that news. She knew, but it was good to have it confirmed. It was Wednesday, the last day of the swap, and she wanted to celebrate with her husband. Her swap partner, David Burton, had gone home the day before, but Jason was still at the Porter house enjoying the mother and daughter combination.

What the hell, she'd celebrate with her husband and a couple other people.

It was Robert who answered the door when Patrice rang the bell. He was wearing a robe, and his bare feel suggested that he was totally nude beneath it. 

"Hi," he said, brightening at the sight of his new assistant. "I didn't congratulate you properly at the office." With that, he swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately while clutching her ass in both hands. "Take your clothes off," he said, then. 

"What?"

"It's Naked Day," he said as he loosened the belt on his robe and removed it to reveal his half-hard penis, glistening with somebody's juices. "My daughter's idea. Get naked or don't come in."

The front door was still wide open at this time. Robert was standing naked with a stiffening penis where anybody passing might see him. Patrice balked at first, but then realized that everybody on this block was in on it, so she stripped rapidly and stood naked with her boss. 

"There," Robert said, closing the door and leading her inside. "I'll get you some wine, and you get comfortable on someone."

In the living room, Patrice saw that Emily was on her knees with Jason taking her from behind and Paul Burton's cock in her mouth, while her daughter lay sprawled on the couch watching them. Both men were grinning and moaning as Emily bounced between them. 

"Hey, Patrice," Jason called out happily. "You got the job! Great!"

"Yes, and I though it might be nice to celebrate. It looks like you're having a pretty good party already."

"Sure are," he said. "Come on in and grab a dick."

"Yes, absolutely," Robert said as he handed her a glass of wine and then returned to what he had been doing before answering the door. 

What he had been doing was fucking his daughter. 

Patrice's eyes were glued on Robert as he returned to his daughter's arms. She watched closely as Elaine reached to take her father's cock in her hand, stroking slowly and pulling him to her mouth. Robert cupped his daughter's pubic mound, rubbing in circles, and then slipped two fingers inside, much to his daughter's gasping delight. 

Patrice's pussy grew wet as she watched them. She knelt on the floor beside them and finished her wine quickly. Elaine took her father's cock into her mouth all the way to the base of it as she stroked his balls. Robert was returning the favor with three fingers in her cunt, pumping into her like a cock. 

"Oh, Daddy," Elaine sighed. Patrice's pussy contracted at the sound of those words said in that breathless tone. She could almost hear herself saying it in the same matter at the same age. "Put your cock in me, Daddy," Elaine said. "Cum inside me."

Patrice's breath caught in her throat as a memory she had long sought to suppress came to the surface of her mind. Her father, naked, standing outside the door to his own bedroom after Patrice's mother had kicked him out. "Jesus, Harold, quit asking. I told you before," her mother shouted, slamming the door. Patrice had only gotten a brief glimpse of her mother's large breasts swaying over the small pot of her belly before the door closed. Her father's body was on much better display. His penis was hard and huge.

"Hey, baby, I'm sorry," her father called out. "Really."

Patrice was eighteen at the time and freshly home from a date that had ended with a quick fuck on the reclining passenger seat of her boyfriend's car, and she was ready for more. Now, she felt a strange mixture of lust and pity as she watched her father's cock slowly begin to wilt. Her mother's personality was mercurial at best, and this wasn't the first time her dad had done or said something she didn't like and she called the whole thing off. Patrice had heard it happen many times, but this was the first time she was in the hall to see it happen. 

Elaine was sucking her father's cock quickly before letting him take it down to follow her instructions. Sucking her father's cock.

Her father's cock. Elaine was doing just as Patrice had done that night. She rushed up and knelt to take him into her mouth before he could say a word. Her father was shocked and backed away, but there was a wall in the way and he didn't want to risk any noise. 

"Let me help," Patrice whispered. She held him by the legs and tilted her head to take his cock inside without gripping it. She sucked her mother's juices away, and delighted her father with her tongue as he quit struggling and stood stroking his daughter's hair. What she was doing was what he'd requested and that had gotten him booted from the bed. 

Her father stood rigid against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, his fingers twisted into his daughter's hair, as he released a torrent of semen into her mouth. She swallowed all that he gave her, and was smiling up at him when he opened his eyes again. Smiling at him with a small dribble of cum down her chin and drips of it on her blouse. 

"Oh, God," he said, and then rushed away to the bathroom. 

That was the only time it happened. He drew away from her after that, never allowing them to be alone together. When he looked at her after that, she thought she could see shame in his eyes. 

And now she was watching Robert Porter slide his cock into his daughter's eager pussy and kiss her as they fucked on the couch. Father and daughter. No shame.

Patrice had pushed that memory far down in her mind, willing herself to forget and just believe that her father was a naturally distant man. But she could never really forget. And now, of course, the memory was back in force, and when Patrice took her fingers down to her wet pussy and began pleasuring herself, it was as much the memory of her father's cock in her mouth as the scene before her that made her cum. 

"Hold on, everybody," Emily said then. "It's Patrice's big day. We should be giving her our presents. What would you like, Patrice?"

Patrice thought a moment, smiling. "I want to suck your husband's cock," she said. "And I want this young man's cock in my pussy."

"Paul," the youth grinning boy introduced himself. 

"Paul's cock in my pussy. Then, when they're going good, I want my husband to shove his big cock in my ass and fuck me hard."

"What a great present," Elaine proclaimed, her father's cock still inside of her. 

"Okay, boys," Emily commanded. "You heard the lady. Go give her a good fucking."

They wasted no time approaching her, and she wasted no time getting Robert's cock in her mouth and tasting Elaine's juice on it. Paul lay on the floor between her legs and pulled on her hips until she lowered herself onto his hard rod. Patrice squatted, humping herself on the cock beneath her while sucking greedily on the one in front of her. After a couple minutes, she was rewarded by a new set of hands on her hips, and the head of a new cock pressing against her anus. She shifted a bit, and Robert sat beside Paul's feet so that she could suck him even while her husband was slamming into her so hard that he threatened to push her off of Paul's cock beneath her. 

Emily and Elaine sat watching, smiling broadly. They were so intent on the sight before them that they almost didn't hear the knocking at the door. But Elaine did hear it and stood. "I'll get rid of them," she promised as she hurried to he door and put on the robe her father had been wearing when Patrice arrived. 

She didn't recognize the woman standing on the step, but knew she couldn't see anything unless she actually entered the house. 

"Hi," Elaine said. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Lois Whitman," the woman said, seeming ill at ease. "Kelly's mother. Is your mother at home?"

"Yeah, but she's busy," Elaine said, warily. There was no way this visit was good.

"I can wait," Mrs. Whitman said. She was a fairly small woman but with nicely sized breasts and a fine, cushion of ass behind her. Her hair was dark, sprinkled with gray, and she wore cat's eye glasses that gave her a rather old school, 50's look. "Let me come in. It'll only take a second." 

She had come on a mission, and, though she felt foolish, she wasn't going to be stopped until she completed the task of guarding her daughter's virtue. Or, at least, checking up on it. And so she stepped in just a bit, hoping Elaine would step aside. When she did that, she could see Patrice's clothing scattered on the floor just inside the door. 

"What?" she began, but was interrupted by a man's low growl of pleasure and she looked to catch a glimpse of the foursome on the floor of the living room. "Oh, Goodness!" she exclaimed, pushing past Elaine and storming into the room. "Oh, Goodness!" she repeated and stood with her mouth open and eyes wide while the people on the floor continued with their activity as though she hadn't burst in on them. 

Robert, the groaning man, was just cumming and, as he began to do so, he opened his eyes. When he saw the prim woman in her neatly tailored suit, he pulled back in surprise, his cock popping free of Patrice's mouth so that several shots of cum hit her face. 

"Who are you?" he asked, and his daughter replied, "Lois Whitman."

The sound of that name brought both Jason and Patrice's attention around to the woman and they returned the woman's shocked stare. 

"Patrice?" Mrs. Whitman broke the silence. "Patrice?"

"Hi, Mrs. Whitman," Patrice said, hoping the cum on her face wasn't too noticeable. "What are you doing here?"

"I'd ask you the same thing, but I can very well see what you're doing."

Suddenly, Lois felt her knees grow weak, and she had to sit heavily in an arm chair, still staring as Jason pulled his cock out and Patrice sat to the side of Paul, his cock standing rigid in the air. 

For a moment, that was all anybody could do, stare at each other. Then Elaine giggled and tossed the robe aside. "Would you like some wine?" she asked. 

#

About a half hour earlier, Kelly Whitman had come out of the bathroom and seen her mother leave her bedroom and go to her own room. 

What was her mother doing in her room? And then Kelly thought of her bedroom and the blouse she'd wadded up and thrown under her chair. 

Rushing to her room, Kelly saw that her mother had found the blouse and examined the cum stains on it. Damn! She had intended to wash it but forgot. Now it was far too late. 

Kelly's mother appeared at her doorway wearing her severe suite and a scowl. "Where you at the Adam's house the whole time they were at the hospital?" she asked. 

"I . . . That is, I . . ." 

"You what? Where did you go?" Lois Whitman didn't sound angry, but she did sound determined. Kelly knew she'd have to say something. 

"I, uh, well Elaine Porter lives across the street. The neighbor girl watched the baby, and I went over to see something at Elaine's house. 

"And how did the neighbor girl happen to . . . well, never mind. Kelly's mom left the house saying only, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Where would she go?

It only took Kelly ten minutes to decide where she would go. She took her keys and hurried out to her car and drove across town in pursuit of her mother. 

#

"My daughter baby sat at your neighbor's house and came back with semen stains on her blouse," Lois said. 

"Well then, she probably had a good time," Emily said as she stood and walked over to stand before the frowning minister's wife. She knew full well that standing with her pussy at eye level would be fairly intimidating. "We haven't been introduced," she said, extending one hand. "I'm Emily Porter."

Lois stared at the hand as though she'd never seen one before. Finally, she took it in hers and shook it. "I'm Lois Whitman. Kelly Whitman is my daughter. My husband is the minister at Christ the Redeem Church."

"Oh, how lovely," Emily said brightly as she continued to hold Lois's hand. "And I take it that you know Patrice."

"Yes, she was my husband's secretary," Lois said. 

"And you got me fired from that job," Patrice said sourly as she sat slowly stroking Paul's hard rod as he lay beside her. 

"I didn't intend that to happen," Lois said quickly. "But we don't need to get into that here,"

"No, I guess we don't," Patrice said. And then, as though in a dare, Patrice threw one leg over Paul's hips and lowered herself onto his cock once more, all while staring hard at the other woman. 

Elaine broke the mood when approached with a glass of wine and held it out to their new guest. "Here," she said. "It's pretty good." And then she nodded toward Patrice and asked her mother, "Are we starting again? I'm getting kind of frustrated here." 

"Just hold on," Emily said.

Lois had taken the glass of wine while Elaine was speaking, and she drank it down quickly. She finished the glass and gave it back to Elaine as she took a deep breath in preparation of speaking. 

"There's just one thing," Elaine said, beating Lois to the punch. "Today is naked day. You really need to get naked."

"What?"

"Well, you don't have to fuck anybody," Elaine said, in a matter of fact tone. "But you do have to get naked."

"Oh, Elaine, that's not necessary," Emily said, moving closer and patting Lois on the shoulder. "She can just say her piece and we'll take it from there."

Lois sat staring at the amber hair that adorned Emily's pudendum, only inches from her face now. She stared in what seemed to be horror for a moment before speaking. 

"Well," she said. "My daughter apparently had sex that night."

"Lots of it," Elaine said happily. Emily glared at her.

"Oh, goodness," Lois said. She was flushed and felt sweat rising at her hair line. The suit she wore to look austere was far too hot for this time of year. "I came to find out what you folk are up to over here. She doesn't have a boyfriend, so I know that nobody visited her at the Adams house. She told me that she came over here."

"No, the party was across the street," Emily replied. "But it's actually none of your business. She is eighteen. Right?"

"Yes, of course," Lois said. "I wasn't talking about bringing charges or anything. It's just that, well, she'd not healthy, you know."

"She told us," Emily said. "I told her just to take it easy. She wasn't being forced into sex with anybody. I really do think she liked it."

"Yes, I, well. Oh, this is too much," Lois said as she leaned forward and removed her jacket quickly. "Sorry, but this jacket is far too hot."

"No problem," Elaine said quickly as she took the woman's jacket from her. "Now take the rest of it off and you'll be all set."

"Elaine!" Emily said, leaning slightly over Lois's chair to emphasize her point to her daughter. "Drop it. You know that this isn't the time."

Lois was staring at Emily's breasts, swaying just inches away as she spoke. They jiggled on her chest, so close that Lois thought she could feel the warmth radiating from them. 

"Yes, well, I wanted to find out what she was up to and to advise you to leave her alone. Her father wouldn't be at all happy if he found out his daughter was having sex. Especially since she's . . . but how many people did she have sex with?" The fact that Emily had mentioned a party and alluded to multiple choices of partners had just registered. "What kind of party was it?"

"Since you weren't invited, it's really none of your business," Elaine said. 

Elaine crossed her arms over her breasts and stood petulantly beside Lois's chair so that the women were flanking her as she sat. And, when Lois looked forward, she saw Patrice O'Neil moving slowly up and down on a young man's firm penis while glaring at her with a look that was something beyond simple displeasure. Lois noted how her small breasts only jiggled with her movements while Emily Porter's breasts swayed like twin pendulums. God, it was hot in this room.

"But my daughter," she began.

"Well, I know she had sex with Daddy," Elaine said brightly while her mother rolled her eyes and sighed. 

"Your father?" Lois said.

"Yes," Robert spoke up. "Well, we were showering together and she was sucking . . . No, we had sex first. I'm sorry. Yes, because I've had a vasectomy, you see. She wanted to feel someone cum inside of her."

"Stop!" Lois shouted, half rising. "I can't, don't, it's too much! Don't tell me any more!"

"But you asked," Elaine said innocently. "She fucked my brother, too."

"No, stop, stop," Lois said again. "I can't hear any more of this perverted talk. No more."

"Oh, Jesus, give it up," Patrice cut in harshly. "You're just lying now."

"Patrice, no," Lois said, with a note of fear in her voice. "Please."

"Please what? I mean, I like the job I've got now way better than a church secretary job, but you and I both know why I left that position."

"No, Patrice, we don't need to get into that." Lois's cheeks bloomed into a blush as she stood quickly, nearly knocking into Emily as she did. 

"I was let go because Mrs. Morality here was trying to get into my pants," Patrice said. "Her husband sent temptation packing. That's why I was released from that church job."

"No, that wasn't the case, I . . ."

"You tried to kiss me several times, and then you grabbed me in the ladies room and felt me up while you kissed me. At least, that's how I remember it."

Lois fell back into the chair, defeated. "I didn't want you to get fired," she said. "I didn't know that James was even in the church. He should have been downtown."

"Well, he wasn't. And he didn't like seeing me running out of the bathroom with lipstick on my cheek and you following all hot and bothered."

"Oh, God, what did I do?" Lois said, her eyes tearing up. 

"Well, for one thing, it looks like you came to the right place," Elaine said happily.

#

Kelly Whitman parked on the street before the Porter's house and sat for a long moment. It had been pointless to come here. She didn't want to confront her mother and wasn't about to barge in on them. It was just stupid. She started the car, and was about to drive away, when a knock on her window surprised her. She turned quickly to see Danny Porter's smiling face on the other side of the glass.

"Hi, Kelly," he said cheerfully. "Did you come for supper?"

"What? Oh, no. I was going to talk to your mom, but there's no reason."

"Sure there is. Don't turn your drive over into a waste of time. Come on. Besides, it looks like we've got some company anyway. One more won't hurt anything."

"I can't," the girl said. "Really."

The urgency of her words struck Danny as odd, as though something evil was bothering her but she didn't dare say what it was. Or, maybe, she just changed her mind.

"Come on," he repeated, opening the door of her car. 

"I can't," she exclaimed. "Really. Don't make me!"

"I won't make you," Danny said, backing up a step. "But what's wrong with you?"

"It's my mom," she said at last. "She found out about the party and came over to have it out with your mom."

"Really?" Danny was very interested now. "You followed her over to defend your self and this whole neighborhood of perverts but chickened out in the end."

"Yes. Exactly. There's no point, really."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 18



"No, probably not," Danny agreed. "But that doesn't mean we can't sneak up and have a listen, does it? If you know what's happening, you'll be prepared when you get home."

"No, there's no reason not to look."

Kelly took her keys from the ignition and slipped them into the pocket of her jeans as she followed Danny to the house. He motioned for her to come up to crouch just below and at one corner of the picture window. There were smaller side windows that could be opened, and they were open now. They could hear the gathering inside quite clearly.

"Oh, oh, oh, goodness, I didn't . . ." A woman's breathy voice called out. "Oh, this is too much, really." And then she moaned.

"That's my mother talking," Kelly said in surprise. 

"Doesn't sound angry," Danny pointed out. 

"I've got to see," Kelly said. And, with that, she rose slowly until she could see over the window ledge. Her breath caught in her throat and she stood up completely, wide eyed. 

"Oh, my God!" she said when she dropped back to Danny's level. On her face was a look of relief and joy. "She isn't angry at all, Danny! Not one bit!"

Kelly stood and ran from the window to the front door before Danny knew what was happening. She waited just a moment, pondering whether she should knock, and then decided to just burst in. 

Danny shrugged and stood to look through the window. And then he laughed.

#

What happened in the Porter house was a logical conclusion to the events that began when Patrice O'Neil disclosed the reason she was let go from her secretarial position at the church. Someone who knocked on the door now would be very much surprised to fine Lois Whitman in this position. They might even be shocked. But it was all just logical.

"You're among friends here, dear," Emily said as she leaned down and kissed Lois's cheek. The woman flinched away, but with a look of embarrassment rather than anger. Emily then began unbuttoning her blouse. 

"Oh, no," Lois said, swatting at Emily's hands. "You just leave me alone."

"Why?" Elaine kissed her other cheek then, holding her head against her lips. 

Emily returned to undoing her buttons, and Lois didn't try to stop her this time. Her breath was coming in shorts gasps, and her mouth was terribly dry, but it wasn't because she really objected at all. No, it was because this was a kind of dream come true. She and often though of being overwhelmed and subdued so that she had no choice but to give in to her desires. Wouldn't it be nice? She wouldn't have to think about sin when it wasn't her choice.

"I don't know you," she said, her last protest.

"You know Patrice," Emily said. And then she pulled on her hands, bringing her to her feet so that she and her daughter could undress the woman who stood mute with a glazed expression on her face. 

They removed her plain white blouse and then the plain white underwire beneath it, letting her heavy breasts fall free. They unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing a pair of high wasted white panties and pantyhose covering her bottom. This was rolled down easily, revealing a thick bush of pubic hair that concealed the entrance to her sex. 

"Oh, my," Lois said. 

They sat her back down on the chair to remove her shoes and the puddle of pantyhose that had formed at her feet. 

"I'm," Lois began, tears in her eyes. "I don't know what to say."

"The proper thing to say would be 'Eat me'," Patrice said as she rose from Paul's cock and knee-walked over to the woman. She stopped and leaned on Lois's legs, looking into her eyes as seductively as possible. "You want to find out what we missed four years ago?"

"I, well, yes," Lois said quietly.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Patrice asked. "What's the proper thing to say?"

Lois paused, licking her lips, and then she said, "Eat me."

Emily and Elaine descended on her breasts and began to suckle on them while Patrice lifted her legs up onto the arms of the chair and then used both hands to part the bush in her groin. The womanly opening beyond that barrier was glistening with moisture, the labia moving slightly, tightening and releasing as though it was attempting to blow her a kiss. 

"Oh, oh, oh, goodness, I didn't . . ." Lois exclaimed as she stroked her hands over Patrice's dark hair. "Oh, this is too much, really." She humped herself up against Patrice's face and exchanged kisses with Elaine and Emily and stroked their breasts, wanting to experience everything all at once. "This is too much to be true," she sighed.

Her orgasm surprised her. Patrice's fingers and tongue had done their work quickly, fingers probing and thrusting and tongue lapping against the vaginal fold and finally concentrating on the nub at the apex of her sex. Patrice tickled her clit with her tongue, and Lois's whole body burst with pleasure as though a bomb had gone off inside her. 

"Oh, oh, oh, yessssssssss," she shouted, her whole body arched and her head thrown back. "I'm cumming, of God yes, I'm cumming at last."

The orgasm was beautiful, joyous, and demanding another. The feeling was exactly what she hoped it would be. She felt absolutely wonderful when the sensation subsided enough to allow her more control, and she lowered her wide bottom to the chair. She felt wonderful when she opened her eyes and found herself looking at the happy face of her daughter.

Before Lois could speak or even fully feel the shame and embarrassment she knew she should be feeling, her daughter exploded with words while bouncing on her feet as excited as a kid at Christmas.

"Oh, mom, this is so cool! Well, weird, too, of course, but cool anyway. If I knew you might be up for it, I'd have . . . Well how could I know, really? I mean, you're my mom and you're always telling me what not to do. How could I know you'd like to join in. God, it's too bad you missed the party. It was so cool! And I had sex," she exclaimed, kneeling to grasp her mother's hand and hold it to her own chest. "I know, of course, but I mean is that I had sex with men who actually wanted to have sex with me! They didn't think I was fat or slow or anything like that! It was so nice! Mom, are you going to stay now. Dad won't be home anyway. We've got time to enjoy ourselves. Right Mom? Are you going to stay?"

Lois didn't say a word but stared blankly at her daughter. She couldn't think of what to say. Nothing. 

Elaine filled the silence by saying to Kelly, "Hey, it's naked day today. You're supposed to be naked."

"What, oh gosh I guess so." Kelly bounced to her feet and kicked off her shoes as she hurried to pull her oversize tee shirt over her head and reach back for the clasp of her bra.

"Wait, no," Lois said quietly. "Kelly, if I had known you'd be here I certainly would not have allowed them to, well, I mean, this type of life isn't really right, is it?"

Kelly dropped her bra, her breasts swaying. "But, Mom, everyone is so nice. And they don't look at me like I'm the chubby preacher's kid. They look at me like they want me."

"But, I," Lois began. 

"You were having fun before I came in," Kelly said sadly. "I ruined it for you. You liked it, didn't you?"

"Kelly, I, well, yes," Lois admitted. Her daughter smiled immediately and pushed her jeans and panties down with one movement. "But Kelly. . ."

"These people like me, Mom," Kelly said, kicking her jeans off into a corner. "They really do."

Lois's heart melted at those words. They liked her. Her daughter had spent her life so far being exactly what she said she was, the chubby preacher's kid who was ill and couldn't keep up in gym or at play time. She was the girl that didn't fit in. Now, here, she fit in. Lois knew the feeling, too. When the women had undressed her and made love to her, she had suddenly felt as though she had found her place in the world. Strange as it sounded, she had to admit that both she and her daughter fit best with a bunch of perverts.

"Yes," she said then. "We can stay awhile. As long as they'll let us, actually."

"That could be a long time," Elaine said as she kissed Lois on the lips. 

Kelly danced happily around and grabbed Danny, who had been standing just inside the door waiting to see how things were going to turn out. 

"Come on, Danny!" Kelly exclaimed. "It's naked day so get with it. Besides, you can't screw me if you're not naked. Come on!"

Danny grinned and hurried out of his clothing.

"Get a condom," Emily reminded her son.

"Kids," Lois said. "Could you please move off to one side or the other? I don't want to see. Okay?"

As Kelly and Danny moved over behind Lois's chair, Patrice slipped two fingers back inside Lois's cunt and tickled at her G spot. She smiled up at Lois as her thumb made circles on the woman's clit. "I knew you were a good woman," she said. "A good mother."

"I'm not sure about being a good mother, but I guess I'll worry about that later. You know what I want right now, don't you?"

"I think so," Patrice said, grinning. 

"Eat me," said the preacher's wife. "Eat my pussy."



Neighborly Relations Pt. 19



PART NINETEEN: The Family Way

CHAPTER ONE, August

Elaine entered the month of August wearing a secret smile. She went through her days with a serenity that was unusual even for this normally calm girl. It wasn't something that her family noticed at first, because family life was rolling on in much the same way as it had since the change in their lives. She continued to sleep with her father on occasion, and her mother as well. She joined the family playing strip Monopoly and other inventive family games, but it was clear that Danny was her focus in the last weeks of July and into August. 

Danny was her every night focus, her lover brother. 

It was July 18th when Elaine and Danny were rocking his bed against the wall late at night. Elaine had come at least twice, and she was delirious with pleasure when Danny felt his release coming. Thinking he knew his sister's preferences, he pulled out and moved to spray his creamy load onto his sister's face. 

"No," she said, pushing him back down. "Inside. Cum inside me."

Danny barely got his cock into her cunt again before spraying his seed, but he did make it, and Elaine dropped her head back and sighed when she felt him flooding her womb. 

"Yes," she whispered. "That's so good."

An it was just that good every night from then on. Even if she were giving him head, she made sure he was inside her body when he came. She liked the feeling, she said, and, since there was no way to equal the experience of her bukkake party, why try? She hugged her brother close and kissed him and gloried in the feeling of his hot cum flowing inside her body. 

"Honey, we're going to the Trent's. Do you want to come along?" Emily said, as she leaned into Elaine's room on a Friday evening in mid August. "It'll be fun."

"Oh, I know it'll be fun," Elaine agreed, looking at her mother from where she lay on her bed. It would be a lot of fun. Charles Trent's cock was huge, after all. "No, I'm going to stay home and relax. A girl can't spend all her time fucking."

"No, I suppose not," Emily said, closing her door again. 

Was it normal for a mother and daughter to have such a conversation? No. Emily marveled at how much her life and attitude toward life had changed in a few months. Not only was she having sex with her children, she was sharing them with others. It was a strange life she was living. 

Knocking on Danny's door, she leaned in and said, "Are you coming to the Trent's with us?"

"Hell yeah," he responded as he bounded up from his desk chair with a grin. The bulge in his pants seemed to indicate that he'd been thinking about the evening already. "Man, mom, a guy could tit fuck Patty Trent forever."

Emily laughed, agreeing with her son. In fact, it turned her on terribly to screw Patty with a strap-on while she leaned over to press her breasts around Danny's throbbing cock. She loved fucking her lover while staring into her son's eyes, and then sucking the cum from his belly and from Patty's breasts. It was going to be an excellent party. 

Elaine lay on her bed smiling. She had gone over her calendar three times and was sure her calculations were right. She had kept meticulous records of her menstruation before going on the pill, so it was just a matter of bringing the count forward a bit. By those calculations, she'd missed her period by five days. That was nearly an eternity for her normally meticulously punctual body. The pill might have changed the timing, of course. That was why she'd bought the pregnancy test. 

It was hard to keep coming up with excuses not to join her parents when they visited the neighbors lately, but she couldn't risk getting pregnant by any other man than Danny. It had to be his baby, because she wanted to keep it in the family. 

The family. She did wonder what the reaction would be when they found out she had quit taking her pills. They might be quite angry, of course, but she didn't think so. She could explain it to them, and she knew they would support her no matter what happened. 

At least, she expected that they would support her.

#

As Elaine was in the bathroom testing her pee, Charles Trent was balls deep in Emily and slamming his whole 10 inches into her hard while Robert sat back, flaccid after his release in Patty Trent's mouth, and watched his wife take all of his neighbor's huge cock as though it was nothing at all. Damn, she was good. Danny, his always horny son, had his face buried so far in Patty Trent's pussy that Robert marveled that he was able to breathe. His continued movements and Patty's moans as she pulled at his hair seemed to indicate that he was breathing just fine. 

"So what's with Elaine?" Charles said, barely breathing hard. "Doesn't she like us?"

"She was just a bit tired," Robert said. He grasped his own penis, sticky with drying ejaculate and saliva, and began stroking himself erect again. His son's cock would be in Patty's pussy soon, and he wasn't about to miss out on a chance to ride her butt at the same time.

"I was hoping for a side by side comparison of family pussy," Charles said, laughing.

"Boy, Charles, for someone who wasn't sure he could get into this swapping business, you sure have come around fast." His wife was pulling on Danny's arms now, urging him to bring his cock up to complete the pleasure his tongue had begun. 

"I know a good thing when I see it," he said. "And your daughter is one good thing, Emily." He grinned at the woman below him, thrusting just a bit harder as he did. "I wanted to watch you together."

"Oh," Emily said. "So, that's it, it, is it?," she began, her words chopped by the powerful thrusts of his body into hers. "Is it the, uh, girl on girl or the incest that ex, excites you, Chuck?"

"Both," he said, easily. "I mean, it is pretty dirty."

"Dirty fun," Robert commented, noticing that his cock grew noticeably firmer in his hand when the subject of incest came up. "Very dirty fun." He stroked himself just a bit faster, looking around for the oil. 

Both Emily and Patty knew what Robert was planning when they saw him staring at Patty's huge tits as they lay flattened and quivering against her ribs while he stroked himself. Patty could barely wait for the double penetration, and Emily could hardly wait for a chance to sample a new perversion. She was hoping to taste her husband and son's cream at the same time as she lapped up her lover's womanly juices. She could only imagine how great that would taste.

"I suppose a girl's got to get her rest sometime," Patty said, pulling harder on Danny's arms. This time he responded by lifting his face and kissing her belly below the navel and then up between her breasts. 

"She's been getting it every night for weeks," he said, bringing the taste of Patty's cunt up with his lips. He kissed the older woman passionately. "I guess I wore her out."

"Every night?" Emily said. 

"Yeah, but I think the party helped, Dad," he said, rubbing the crown of his cock up and down on the slit of Patty's vaginal opening. "She's not into facials anymore."

"Good," Robert said, though he could clearly see the image of his cum spurting out to hit his daughter's face. 

Emily felt her pussy tingling harder as they talked about her daughter. And, though Charles's cock had seemed fully erect, the topic was making him hard as iron now. 

"You want to see us together," Emily asked now, smiling up at Charles. "You want to see me spread my daughter's tight little pussy open and circle her clit with my tongue? Wanna see me slide two fingers into her wet hole?" She was very near cumming now, her own words adding to the excitement. 

"Sure does," Patty said, as Danny slowly moved himself into her hot tunnel. "We've even talked about it a couple times."

"Yes, I do," Charles admitted. 

"Tell me," Emily said. "What to you want to see us do?" 

"I want to see you with both of your kids." He stood then, lifting Emily's hips and continuing to thrust into her pussy, until he was standing upright and she was lying with her shoulders on the couch and her chin pressed in against her chest. "I want to see Danny fucking your mouth." He slammed harder into her, careful not to pop out as he neared his orgasm. "And Elaine fucking your cunt with the strap-on."

Charles was scraping along her G spot now, and Emily began to buck as her orgasm overtook her. "Oh, oh, oh, God! Oh, harder! Oh fuck me!" She gripped the couch to each side with white-knuckle urgency and squeezed her eyes shut. The feeling was so intense that she wasn't sure she could take it.

"I want to see you on your knees moving between the both of them. Licking and sucking until they both, uh, oh, oh shit!" 

Charles came with an explosive burst inside Emily's body, as her orgasm reached a frenzied high that bucked her body off of his cock as she saw spots of blue light burst before her eyes. Charles spurted a long rope of cum up her body and onto her face as he let go of one leg and grasped himself. He stroked his rod hard and fast, finishing his orgasm feeling he might pass out from the pleasure of it. And it seemed that he might never stop spurting onto Emily's body as she lay shivering below him, already rubbing his cum into the flesh of her breasts. 

Finally, Charles dropped to his knees and then fell over to lean on the couch beside Emily, totally spent. "Oh, baby," he sighed, "That was a good one."

"Absolutely," Emily agreed. "Now, let's rest and watch my two boys fuck your wife."

#

The test was positive. Elaine lay back on her bed, smiling, and slowly massaging her pussy. She was pregnant with her brother's child. Life was perfect.

#

"Daddy, look at me." Patrice O'Neil leaned forward on the chair in her father's house with her elbows on her knees and her small breasts visible, braless, though the low collar of her blouse as she looked at her father. "I really need you to look at me."

Her mother and father were living apart now, though not divorced, while her mother sought what ever sexual release she needed and her father survived on Internet porn. It was strange how her father's sexual needs had been eclipsed by those of his wife and she had left him because he couldn't fulfill them. Strange.

He looked up now, his eyes lingering just a moment on her brown nipples half in shadows in her blouse, and them up to her eyes. 

"So," he said. "A promotion, is it? You'll be running the place soon."

"I already run my boss," she said, smiling, thinking of his cock deep inside her hungry cunt. 

"Well, I guess my assistant pretty much runs me," her father admitted, smiling. He was still a handsome man. Patty could tell that he hadn't let up his exercising with the weights in the basement. 

"Probably not like me, though," Patty said, smiling. The looked at each other a long moment while Patty tried to decide if she wanted to continue or not. Yes, she did want to continue. "Dad, we need to talk about something," she said. "About that night."

"What night?" He looked away from her then. 

"The night I sucked your penis," Patrice said. "Your cock."

"Oh, no, no," he shook his head, clearing wanting to stand and leave the room. "No, don't need to. It was, was just, just . . . well, you certainly don't have to apologize."

"Oh, Daddy, I don't want to apologize." Patrice moved kneel before him now, resting her forearms on his knees as she bobbed her head attempting to make eye contact. "I did it because I love you, Daddy," she said. "I wanted to make you happy."

He cleared his throat, blushing. "Yes, well . . ." He shrugged his shoulders and fell silent. 

"Didn't it make you happy?" she asked. 

"It, well, I suppose, it . . ." Silence again. 

"I wanted to give you what you wanted. Mom just didn't know how easy it was to do." 

"Let's not talk about it," he said, but Patrice could see that his cock was hard, tenting his trousers between his legs. 

Patrice's pussy was wet now, seeing how hard she had made her father by reminding him of the event made her squirm with her own sexual tension. Now or never, she thought.

"Yours was the first cum I tasted," she said, and his dick moved against his pants. "I want to taste it again."

"Oh, honey, don't talk like that," he said. But he didn't move to get away and his breathing was growing faster, erratic. 

"Come on, Daddy, I want to." She slipped both hands up over his thighs. One hand moved to the waistband of his pants while the other stopped atop the bulge he'd made within them. He was hard as rock. 

He grasped the hand at the button of his pants with both of his, gripping tightly but not pushing her away. Her other hand, the one slowly moving on his rampant cock, he left undisturbed. 

"I've tried to bury the memory, but that didn't work," Patrice said, bringing her other hand up to pop the button open. "I want to taste it again." 

"You, you have a husband."

"He knows where I am," she said, grinning. "And he knows what I'm doing." She pulled the zipper down and got past his protesting hands to reach inside and feel him inside his boxers. 

"Please, don't," he said, quietly, though the rapt expression on his face was contrary to his words. 

"I think you want me to," she said. She grasped him through the fabric of his boxers, stroking her thumb over the head of his cock. Pre-cum immediately soaked the fabric beneath her thumb. "Daddy, do you ever think of me when you masturbate?"

He looked away, guilt fighting with need on his face. The cock that stiffened further in her hand answered her question for him. 

Patrice pulled at the fabric of his shorts, slipping two fingers in through the placket and under his rod to pull it out. Yes, there it was, her father's cock. She hadn't remembered how thick it was. She gripped him, stroked him, and lowered her mouth to taste him once more. 

A ragged sigh escaped her father's lips, and he dropped his head back on the couch, his hands falling limp beside him as he let his daughter do what she would with his cock. There really was no fighting it. Not now. 

"Yes," he said quietly. "Yes, you made me happy for a moment. Very happy."

"Let's make you happy again." She lapped her tongue up over his shaft and around the purple crown. He was so hard it seemed it might split the skin of his dick. "I want to taste you again."

She pumped his cock, sucking, wanting to feel him spurting in her mouth, but he grasped her head and stopped her. She looked up at him, locking onto her father's eyes even as his cock remained in her mouth. 

"I want to," he began, but stopped himself. 

"What, Daddy? What do you want?"

"I . . . Please," he said. "Please take your clothes off. I want to see you. Please?"

She stood immediately, her heart hammering in her chest with joy and excitement. Off came the loose, low necked top, and a quick snap and zip sent her slacks to the floor. The underwear melted away. She was naked now, naked before her father. 

He lifted his hips a bit and pushed his trousers and shorts down, fighting them off of his hard cock. He pushed them to the floor and kicked them away so he could sit back, his legs spread slightly and hold himself in one hand.

"Come here," he said in a voice nearly crying as it was strained through years of frustration and need. "Closer."

He leaned forward as she walked up to stand with her feet between his feet on the floor. Her father inhaled deeply and moved his face up close to her pussy. 

"I want, I uh," he stammered, but fell silent as he slipped one hand up over her thigh and over her sex. Then he used both hands to open her and reveal her hard clit. Breathing hard and fast, her father leaned closer, extended his tongue, and tasted his daughter.

"I want it all," he said.

But that little bit was almost too much. He fell back on the couch, panting, as she began to kneel again.

"No," he said. "As long as we're at this, I want to go all the way. Please sit on Daddy's lap, honey. Please?"

Patrice complied. She lowered herself on the cock that he held still for her as he stared at the vision of his cock disappearing inside his daughter's hot, wet, pussy. When she began humping on him, he pulled her closer and sucked at her nipples, his hands crushing the cheeks of her ass. 

"Oh, I love you," he mumbled against her breast. 

"I love you, Daddy. I'm sorry we missed out on years of this."

"I was ashamed."

"I thought you didn't love me."

"Oh, no, never that. I, uh, oh hell let's just never mind that now."

Patrice held her father's head against her breasts and moved up and down on his rigid penis. She wanted to feel him cum so badly. She needed to feel the cum spurt out of the cock that had helped create her.

And, her father, already driven beyond mere excitement by this dream come true, sent a hot load of semen into her body with a force that surprised them both. He fell back, moaning, even as Patrice humped him harder and began to have her own orgasm. 

When she was done, Patrice leaned forward and kissed her father's cheek, and then captured his mouth in a passionate kiss. "I still want to taste your cum again," she said.

"From now on, you can taste my cum any time you want to," her father said in a loving tone. "Anything for my daughter."

#

"Oh, Mom, this is great!" Danny shouted as he lay on the floor with Patty moving on his cock. What was great was that he wasn't alone in Mrs. Trent's cunt. His father was kneeling on the floor and holding himself up against Patty's back with his cock inserted right beside his son's hard penis. "I won't last," he added, panting. "Not much."

Robert knew he wouldn't last, either. The extreme tightness of Patty's pussy and the smooth feeling of his son's cock beside his was really too much. He could feel the head of his cock squeezed against that of Danny's cock as Patty rocked back and forth on them. 

Charles lay down on the floor between Danny's legs and took a picture of the double penetration. "I want to see them do this to you, too," he said as he stood to take more pictures of the group on the floor. Then he smiled and gave Emily the camera. "Here, you take some," he said as he stepped up to stand straddling Danny's head and offer his cock to his wife's mouth. She took it eagerly, completing the triple penetration.

Danny came with a ball-emptying blast, his face contorted in pleasure. The warmth of his son's cum and the twitching of his dick as he released it sent Robert over the edge, too. He came inside his neighbor's pussy, and then fell back and off to one side, gasping to catch his breath. 

Emily took his place immediately, licking at the cum that escaped Patty's pussy and ran down her son's cock. She pulled Danny's rod free and washed him quickly with her mouth before moving to lay on the floor beside her husband, saying, "Come to Mama!"

Patty crouched over her face and then lowered her pussy to Emily's eager lips as her husband and son's seed dripped out of the stretched hole. Emily caught it all and licked it from the inside of her thighs, and then she buried her face in Patty's cunt and enjoyed it like a cream filled pastry.

"Damn, we've got hot wives," Charles said to Robert. "Hell, you've got a whole hot family."

"I've been blessed," Robert admitted.

#

Elaine agreed with that sentiment. As she lay in her bed gasping at the purring touch of her vibrator on her pussy, she felt that she had, indeed, been blessed.

To be continued . . .



Neighborly Relations Pt. 20



PART TWENTY: The Expanding Family



CHAPTER ONE, Surprise!

Elaine decided that she wanted to take a year to earn money before going off to college that fall. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to major in, after all, so why waste her time before she decided? Her parents thought that was sensible, though Danny was a bit annoyed that she wouldn't be there when he finished his computer courses at the junior college and transferred over to the university in the second semester. He had been hoping they might set up housekeeping together, though both Robert and Emily cautioned that it wasn't a good idea to be quite so public with their affections. 

"Horny college students aren't known for their discretion," Emily said, smiling indulgently at her children's eagerness to remain together. Incest had proved to be exactly what they needed to bind them together as a family, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd heard her offspring argue about anything. 

Of course, Elaine wasn't just thinking of earning money. She was also thinking that her first year of school might get interrupted by an other, more momentous, event. Once she got over the hurdle of not going to school right away, she had to think of a way to break the news to her family. 

The summer ended happily for everyone that year. Jason O'Neil was able to enjoy Terry Carter's glorious pregnancy through most of the ninth month until she delivered a girl in October, and he didn't have to pay a thing. His wife, Patrice, enjoyed his visits, too. She helped John Carter with her own, much slimmer, body, and the four of them gloried in their activities in the family room that extended from the back of the Carter's house. 

There were nights, of course, when Tillman Mosswell was outside one of the many windows watching the foursome fuck. Many nights. He always brought Laurel with him, and they stood happily crouched down to peer through the glass and bring themselves to orgasm. 

Wednesday nights became Ladies Pinochle Night at Jenny Peterson's house. The games became so popular that she often had to have three tables going at once. 

Lois Whitman, the preacher's sex-starved wife who guessed that she was probably "mostly a lesbian" now, was often at those games. Wednesday is traditionally church night, and her husband was busy with confirmation classes, choir, and council meetings. It was easy to make an excuse and slip away to someplace more comfortable. She didn't drink, for fear of giving away the fact that she was having so much fun, so there were a couple occasions when she served as the designated driver for one of the women who lived off of the loop. All in all, Lois was grandly happy.

Her daughter, Kelly, was often at the Porter's house those days. Her mother had gotten her on the pill, so she suddenly had permission for a much wider range of activities than most girls her age were allowed by their parents. Most mothers would never think to say, "Go on and have a three-way with your friend's brother and father, honey. Just don't be late getting home." 

#

It was the second Friday in November when Lois and Kelly came to visit the Porter's together. James Whitman was out of town at an ecclesiastical meeting, leaving the ladies of the house alone until Sunday evening. The wonder of a cell phone was that no matter where you were, you were always at home to anyone calling in. 

The Porter Family and the two Whitman women were playing a computer game based on Monopoly. Called 4PLAY, the players bought property and paid taxes, went to the clinic (rather than jail) and received money from the Slush fund and various treats or tricks from the "Grab Bag" and the "Play pen." Though there was always the option to pay cash rent, most players paid their rent with their bodies and saved the money for purchases. 

The game had progressed to the point where Robert, Danny, and Emily were totally naked. Elaine was down to her panties, and Lois was in panties and bra while her daughter was in her bra with no panties. Needless to say, the game had been fun so far. 

Lois took the mouse and clicked on the button that rolled the dice and watched the results on the Porter's flat screen TV. Her game piece landed on one of Kelly's properties called, "Eat at Joe's"

On screen, the game decreed what her rental payment would be. She could either pay $375 or complete the task that Kelly read out loud to her now. 

"Lois," Kelly read. "You will lick Kelly's pussy for two full minutes. Try to make her cum."

"Now you're getting down to it!" Elaine exclaimed, her eyes wide with interest. She had found it intriguing to see a woman who looked so much like a middle class preacher's wife getting down to it with her family. Now, she wanted to see if she would do it with her own.

"Oh, my," Lois said in the small, flustered voice she still used when surprised or perplexed. There was no way that she would ever sound sensual, worldly, or even informed. It just wasn't in her. "My, oh, my."

"What's it going to be, Mom?" Kelly asked, unsure if she wanted her mother licking her pussy but willing to go along with it if she did. After all, she had listed her self as Bi Curious when they entered their information into the game. He mother simply said Bisexual. So, the game had gotten to the point where it expected her mother to pay her rent with a lesbian encounter rather than cash. 

"Well, I'll . . . Oh, goodness, dear. I'll pay." She clicked the button that transferred $375 from her total to that of her daughter.

"Chicken," Elaine said, resting back on her arms on the floor, her thickening profile becoming noticeable to anyone who looked closely. 

On his next move, Robert removed Lois's bra and spent 2 minutes caressing and sucking at her large breasts, while Danny marveled at how sexy it was to see his father with this somewhat chunky woman. She was so out of place in these circumstances that it was a turn-on to see her participating. 

Emily moved next and ended up lying between Lois and Kelly with her hands busy at both of their pussies. The two women squirmed and breathed in deep gasping breaths as they fought to avoid cumming while the other was watching. 

Kelly lost in her effort, if you call orgasm losing, and fell quivering to her hands on the floor, her hips gyrating in time to Emily's deft movements. Lois wasn't about to cum anyway. She was still wearing her underwear (rather sensible full cut white ones) and it pinched on her labia where Emily had pulled them aside to get at her cunt. She found that she was fascinated by Kelly's orgasm. Neither had actually watched the other have sex yet. This was the first time that they'd come to a party like this together. 

She had rather liked the quivering, flushed look of her daughter's body and the carnal look in her eyes. 

Elaine landed on her father's property next. "Elaine, place Robert's cock in your mouth," she read from the screen. "Robert, grasp Elaine's head on both sides and fuck her mouth for two minutes. No cumming!"

"Oh, shit," Robert moaned, standing. "I'm supposed to last two minutes in my daughter's mouth? That's a tough one."

Indeed, the wet warmth and gentle pressure of Elaine's mouth on the glans of his penis was heavenly, and he was afraid the might go off half-cocked. Grasping her head over both ears, he thrust himself forward slightly and then began pumping in and out rapidly. 

Lois watched Robert's cock disappear into his daughter's mouth with avid interest. They looked so good together. She couldn't imagine her husband and Kelly. They'd look crazy doing this. Still, she almost wished . . . no, forget it. She looked at Kelly, studying her body closely. Yes, her daughter turned her on, and the combination of lust and guilt made her pussy throb with hideous need. 

When Robert saw that he was nearly at two minutes, he pulled Elaine forward slightly. straightening the line of entry through her mouth and into her throat. Then he thrust very hard and deep, his testicles slapping against her daughter's chin as he felt the firm surface of her throat with the head of his invading member. He didn't know if she was going to enjoy this, but that wasn't the point was it? She was paying her rent.

Elaine gagged, but her time with Mister Burton had been much worse, for her father only had time for five good thrusts before the timer went off and he withdrew.

"I didn't know you could deep throat," Danny said.

"I can't," Elaine replied, wiping the spit from her chin with a smile. "But I'm learning."

Danny had to spend two minutes showing everyone how to masturbate on his turn. "No cumming," the game instructed him. He only barely obeyed that instruction. 

Kelly rolled the electronic dice and landed on a space called "Interactions." The instructions that came up on screen brought an embarrassed smile to her lips. "Remove Lois's underwear and lay her on her back. Using both hands, pull her pussy open as far as possible. When you can see her cervix, give everyone a look."

Kelly frowned. It was either that or pay the rent, and she didn't have enough money after her property buying spree. Oh, well, time to pay the rent. 

"Come on, Mama," she said. "Let's have a look-see."

"Oh, no you don't have to pay me," Lois protested. "Really."

"We've both used up our chances to chicken out," Kelly reminded her. "Get those granny panties off and let's see what you got."

"But, I don't. . ."

"Were not going to fuck!" Kelly exclaimed. "It's just an examination! Jeeze, Mom."

"Yeah," Danny echoed with a grin. "Just an exam. I give them to my mother all the time."

"Except that you usually use a probe," Elaine said. "And you always give her an injection."

"I'm a very good doctor," he laughed. "Okay, Mrs. Whitman. Everyone here has seen your pussy. Why can't you give your daughter a look now, so we can keep playing?"

Lois lay back and opened her legs a bit, closing her eyes as she waited for her daughter to complete her task. She expected to feel dirty, humiliated, when her offspring's fingers touched her sex, but she didn't. No, she felt a twitching need deep inside of her body as Kelly's fingers slipped inside and began to pull at her vaginal opening. 

Kelly's touch was too much. She wished that the girl would go all the way. She wished she had her lips on her clit right now. Did she dare ask? Right now, in front of everybody? Did she dare?

She spread her legs further, sighing, and then reached down to stroke her daughter's forearm lovingly. Of course she could dare. These people screwed each other regularly. They probably think families that don't fuck each other are strange. 

"Would you?" Lois began, quietly. "Would, uh, could you . . . lick me? Just once. Kelly, would you lick your mother's clit?"

Now it was Kelly's turn to feel a new throbbing intensity in her stomach as she looked inside of her mother's body at the cervix that was clearly visible. Behind her, Emily and Danny were leaning to have a look, too. 

"Pretty," Emily said. "Well, maybe you should obey your mother now. Lick her clit, Kelly."

Kelly moved her face closer, her mother's smell filling her head with thoughts of bliss, and then pointed her tongue out to touch the lips of her mother's cunt. Her mother responded by pulling herself open to expose her hard clit. Kelly moved up to take the nub into her mouth, circling it with her tongue and sucking on it. 

And Lois humped her pussy up against her daughter's mouth as an orgasm rushed through her body, seeming to emerge in the low moan that escaped her lips. "Jesus," she said, holding Kelly's head to her. "Oh, shit, Jesus."

"Oh, Mama," Kelly said, looking up from between her mother's legs. "That's blasphemy."

"Yeah, and what we're doing is an abomination," Lois sighed, catching her breath. "Does it appear that I care about that?"

"No, Mama," Kelly said. "So, can you eat me, now? Would you please?"

"Hey, we're not done with the game," Elaine protested. 

"I think we're done enough," Robert said. 

"Do you really want me to lick you, honey?" Lois said. "Really?"

"Yes, Mama. Please suck my clit. Eat my cunt."

Kelly crawled up over her mother's body and brought her lips up to kiss her mother with firm command. "Eat me," she said. And then she moved up to straddle her mother's face and lower her sex onto Lois's eager and amazed lips. 

It was so easy. One moment you're a fairly normal mother and daughter, and the next you're copulating like lesbian dogs. Lois felt that she had become a wanton whore. But, if she had become one, her daughter had gone there first. And it was her daughter that accepted the challenge to open her mother's pussy. 

Still, she was the one who asked for sexual contact. She asked her own daughter to eat her cunt. It seemed as though they had gotten here together. 

It didn't matter. From her viewpoint on the floor, the pussy she was lapping at could be anybody's. It needn't belong to her daughter at all. Still, she rather enjoyed the idea that it did. 

#

The progression from the Porter's living room, up to the bedrooms, and (after a bit more activity) off to exhausted slumber was natural and easy. Kelly moved into Emily and Robert's bed to enjoy the elder Porters experienced care, while her mother was snatched up by the kids, who were strangely interested in a middle aged body that wasn't in quite the same exercised shape as their parents. Both groups ended up in similar positions at roughly the same time as the Whitman women tried to experience every position in the Kama Sutra. 

"You children are very experienced, aren't you?" Lois said as she lay on her side with Danny lying behind her and applying a lubricant gel to her delicate nether opening. "I mean, for you age and all. Like, what you're doing now, Daniel," she said. "Oh, yes, and doing very well, I'd say."

The older woman lay sighing now, her cheek nestled against the palm of her left hand and her right leg slightly forward to all more access for Danny to do his work. He was slowly moving two greased fingers in and out of her anus while kissing the back of her neck. He took his time with two fingers before moving on to three because he knew that going slow was the key to anal sex and because he actually enjoyed fucking a woman's back door with his fingers more than with his cock. In a perfect world, they would be lying side by side in 69 position and he would be sucking her clit while fucking her backside with his hand, and she would be giving all her attention to his cock. His sister had definitely given him a liking for blow jobs. 

"Where, oh, oh, uh, where did you learn such things?" Lois asked.

"Mom taught me," he said, sitting a bit to lift one slack buttock and begin pressing a third finger at he hole. 

"Your Mom?" Lois gave into speculation then, wondering if it had been a step by step tutorial or a lesson given in the heat of the moment. She was about to ask, but the addition of his third finger stopped her. "Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah," she said as her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth fell slackly open. 

"There's nobody better than a boy's mom to teach him about sex," Danny added. Then, having inserted the tip of the next finger, he thrust all three of them in fast and hard. The woman beside him squealed and pressed her butt back on his hand. "You like something big in your ass?" he asked. "Is that what you want?"

"Oh, my, I, I do believe that I do," Lois said. "Oh, yes I do."

"Does your husband have a big cock?" Danny asked. "Does he like to stick it in your ass?"

"I used to think his cock was big," she admitted, and then laughed. "Well, it isn't small."

"Does the pastor ass fuck you?"

"Oh, no, not at all. But I've never asked, either."

Danny concentrated on fucking her butt with his fingers a moment, and then decided to go for a personal record and insert all four fingers into the cushy backside of the wanton minister's wife. "Relax," he said. "Just relax."

"Oh, God!" she cried as he inserted the majority of his hand into her butt. "Oh, sweet Jesus," she added as he pumped his digits in and out of her. "Oh, I'm almost . . . I swear I could cum this way."

"Cool," Elaine said from where she'd been sitting beside the bed watching her sibling at play. "I'll get Big Wally," she said. 

"Oh, yeah, great idea," Danny said. Though he knew he could do it, and that this woman would probably welcome it, he was wary of fisting a woman's asshole. A cunt was made to stretch quite a bit after all, but he couldn't imagine inserting a fist in a place where he would never allow one to go. So, though Wally was certainly the diameter of a fist and dangerously longer, he was more than willing to shove his mother's plastic fuck buddy up this woman's butt all the way to its plastic balls if that's what she wanted. 

#

Kelly Whitman lay sandwiched between Emily and Robert as the two women eagerly applied their tongues to each other's clits and Robert fucked Kelly's butt with languid strokes of his long cock. Kelly cooed between then, feeling that the only thing to improve this feeling would be to move that big rod from her ass to her cunt. Still, this feeling was quite nice, so she wasn't about to suggest a change. 

"Don't mind me," Elaine said as she opened the door and crossed the room quickly. "We want to borrow Big Wally."

"He's in the drawer," Emily said "Is he for Lois or for you?"

Turning her head slightly, she could catch a glimpse of her daughter as she opened the drawer. From this angle, it looked as though she was getting a bit of a belly on her. Not much, but enough that Emily might need to suggest more exercise. He breasts looked just a wee bit heaver, too.

"It's for Lois," Elaine answered. "She wants more in her backside, and you know how Danny is about fisting." 

"He's just careful, is all," Emily said, muffled against Kelly's swollen lower lips once more. "You be careful, too."

"Yes, Mom." Elaine left them alone once more. 

Taking note of the size of the dong that Elaine carried out of the room, Kelly said, "My mom wants that up her ass?" 

"I guess so," Robert said. "But only because Danny really doesn't like anal fisting. I don't blame him."

Anal fisting? Her mother? The image of such a thing happening to her mother coupled with the feeling of Robert Porter's sizable cock moving in her own butt, brought her to the brink. She pressed her pussy down against Emily's mouth and arched her back, sighting, "Arrrrrghh!"

"God, I love to hear the sound of a woman enjoying herself," Robert said, and he began humping faster to create more of such sounds.

#

"That's Big Wally!" Lois said in shock, when Elaine returned. "My God!"

"Why?" Elaine sat and reached for the lube. "You should see what you've got in there right now. Wally's not a whole lot bigger."

Lois clenched her anal muscles, just as a test, and realized for the first time exactly how much her young partner had stretched her out back there. When Elaine brought the massive dildo to the bed all lubricated and ready for action, the preacher's wife wasn't nearly so nervous. "Okay, so shove that big thing in me," she said with true desire in her voice. 

Danny removed his hand and rolled off of the bed as Elaine took his place. The redheaded girl reached around to fondle Lois's soft tits a moment, and then began moving Wally's slippery pink glans up and down on the crack of Lois's ass. She lifted the upper buttock and took aim at the dark gaping opening of Lois's asshole. As a woman with greater knowledge of her own body's limitations, Elaine had no qualms about popping the fat head trough the other woman's opening and about three inches into her bowel. 

Lois screamed. It wasn't a loud scream, and it didn't sound at all like she was in pain, but it was definitely a scream, nonetheless. Her mind seemed to have gone numb with the addition of the plastic pleasure tool. Her mind was numb, but her ass and cunt were a different matter. The huge intruder, which Elaine was fucking her ass with now, was in deeper than Danny's hand already, and she knew there was more length to be had. Even at this penetration, the mixture of pain and pleasure as like a small explosion between her buttocks while her pussy positively drooled for attention. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 20



Lois reached down and began frigging her clit hard and fast, saying, "Deeper. Please. Fuck me deeper."

Elaine grinned and complied with the request. Lois's next screams were louder. 

When Danny returned from washing his hands, he was amazed to see Lois lying on her stomach with her legs spread and butt slightly elevated while his sister finished sliding the huge dildo all the way into her body. She actually had Wally's plastic balls pressing against the area between Lois's ass and pussy!

"Damn!" he said.

"Oh, yeah," said his grinning sister. She began fucking Lois's ass slowly, but picked up momentum quickly while Lois's hand moved faster beneath her body and she breathed in a continuous moan. "Give her some cock, bro," Elaine said. 

Danny moved to where Lois's cheek was pressed against a pillow and her mouth hung open, oblivious to her drooling or the sound she was making. Her eyes were half open but the eye lids were fluttering as though she was having some kind of fit. Danny stroked one hand over her cheek and then reached to take a handful of hair and lift the woman's head slightly. When her slack mouth was elevated, he pressed his cock against parted teeth and then inside to begin fucking her face with increasingly deeper and faster strokes. 

Lois had already disconnected from most normal feeling by that time. All she felt was the movement in her ass and the erratic touch of her fingers on her pussy. The cock in her mouth barely registered. That was why Danny was able do slide himself all the way into her mouth until his hairy balls rested against Lois's chin. She gurgled a bit, still moaning he supposed, but made no complaint. 

Lois didn't notice when Danny reached the camera off of Elaine's desk and held it up high to take pictures, either. The flash couldn't out gun the bursts of light exploding in her brain. She might have protested if she'd been aware, but she was grateful for the photographic proof later else she might not have believed that she'd done such things. 

#

"Does Elaine seem heaver to you?" Robert asked Emily. The sight of Kelly's stomach jiggling as she rode his happy cock prompted the remark, though his daughter's body type was far different than that of the hippy teenager in his bed. "In the belly? Tits?"

"Yes, just a bit," Emily said. She wasn't worried right now. She was only interested in the buzzing pleasure of the vibrator on her snatch. "Maybe cum is fattening after all."

"Gosh, I hope not," Kelly said. "I'm fat enough already."

"Oh, yeah?" Robert said, reaching up for her. "Well bring those fat titties down here for me to chew on little girl. Cause if you're fat, then I want to start hanging out with lardy women."

#

Lois came to her senses enough to allow the kids to shift her position, and they moved her up to squat straddling Danny's legs and take his cock in her cunt while pressing down on Wally still in her ass. Elaine knelt behind her, reaching around to fondle her soft breasts and kiss the nape of her neck. She'd taken the position mostly to support the wobbly woman as Lois began humping the two cocks seemingly without volition. 

Lois's mouth hadn't been closed properly in at least ten minutes, and she was drooling slowly down her chin as a sheen of tears grew on her cheeks. She moaned constantly, and when Elaine moved one hand down to rub fast circles on her clit where it poked straight out from its hood, she began a series of huffing breaths that ended in a staggered cry of pleasure. Her entire body tensed, constricting her muscles on both Danny and Wally as an orgasm claimed her, lessened, and then hit her again. Finally, she had to stop. Her body told her that she was finished, and she moved Elaine's hands away and fell to one side to lie twitching and shuddering as the big plastic cock slowly slipped out of her ass to the bed. 

Elaine dropped down to suck her brother's cock, but he lifted her head away gently, saying, "She's going to finish me off."

Standing beside the bed again, he pulled the half conscious woman around so her head fell off of the side of the bed. Her eyes fluttered open as she felt his balls brushing her lips, and she opened her mouth to suck his scrotum without a thought. 

Danny let her wash his balls a moment while he stroked himself, but then he pulled back and offered his cock to her mouth. Again, she took him inside without thought. It was only when he began to force himself into the back of her mouth and toward her throat that she tried to push him away. "Relax," he said. "Just relax."

He hadn't steered her wrong when he pressed at her anus and told her to relax, had he? And she had a vague idea that her throat wasn't exactly virgin territory, so she did her best to relax and let him slide the fat head into her throat and fuck her head with hard, fast strokes. 

Danny's balls slapped against Lois's eyes and nose as he drove into her with the force he might use on her pussy. Faster, harder, and finally tensing up and pulling hard on her breasts, he sent a slick load of cum down directly into her stomach. Pulling out, he gave her a bit of his jism to taste before pumping the very last drops onto her face.

Lois snorted, shaking her head, as cum dribbled into her nostrils. She rolled, breathing though her mouth, and blew out forcefully to clear the cum away as she said, "Oh, God, that was . . . I'm so, I feel so dirty." She fell to her back, wiping the cum away from her upper lip and licking it from her fingers. "Why does it feel so good to be so dirty?"

"God, I have to piss," Danny said suddenly, though his still hard cock would make that rather tough at the moment. 

Elaine realized that she had the same need, and Lois sat up just as they both began to walk toward the bathroom that linked the sibling's bedrooms. "Wait," she said, weakly. "Wait."

She got off of the bed and staggered toward them unsteadily. "I've got to, to, oh please." Her mind was a bit fuzzy, so she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted, but she felt compelled to join them rather than remain on the bed. 

Danny helped her remain upright as she walked toward the bathroom. Both he and Elaine were unsure of what she might want, but they weren't going to stop her from anything at the moment. 

"I have to, to . . ." Lois began as they stood on the bathmat unsure of where she wanted to go next. "I need . . ."

The fifty year-old woman suddenly, uncontrollably, released a stream of urine that ran down both of her thighs to soak into the mat below her. A look of relief came over her face as she stood and pissed herself. She was still urinating when she said, "I need to be dirty. Really dirty. I want you to take me there. Take me were no good Christian woman should ever go."

"Haven't we done that already?" Danny asked.

"You dope." Elaine pulled the shower curtain back and helped Lois step inside and then released her. 

The woman pressed her back against the wall of the shower and slid down to sit on her heels, her pussy still dripping just a bit. "I'll hate myself tomorrow, I suppose," she said quietly. "But I might never have the nerve to try it again, either."

"What?" 

Danny was still confused and wanted to use the toilet, but Elaine put one foot up on the edge of the tub and showed him where the toilet was. She pushed her pelvis forward and held herself open as she stood before the preacher's wife sitting naked in their tub. Then she began pissing on the woman.

Lois laughed as the hot stream hit her, and she put her hands down to her clit and rubbed it slowly. Elaine was moving her hips and squeezing herself to move the stream of her urine around and increase the pressure to the point where she was able to piss on Lois's face briefly before running out of ammunition. When she was done, she crouched beside the tub studying the woman's reaction. 

Lois found that she wasn't much into water sports. The experience hadn't done anything for her. "That was interesting," she said, blinking. "Thank you."

"You're not done yet," Danny said. He stepped into the tub beside her, aiming his sex thickened penis down at her. 

"Oh, no, that's alright," Lois said. "I was just curious."

"So am I."

Danny had been slow to pick up on what was going to happen in the bathroom, but he was very quick to catch onto what she really wanted. She didn't want to be pissed on. She wanted to be forced into being pissed on. Just as she'd enjoyed it when he forced his cock down her throat, the lack of free will was going to bring enjoyment now. He agreed that she'd never ask for such a thing again. And, besides, he had to piss like a racehorse.

"I . .." Lois began, but stopped when he leaned to pull her head to the side by the hair and lower his cock to about six inches from her face. The glans of his penis filled her vision, and she marveled at the first small spurt of urine that hit her on the chin. She clamped her mouth shut, trying to turn her head from the coming flow, and the more she fought the more she felt that tingling joy in her loins. She looked back up at him and then at his cock, and she saw the flood emerge to spray her face before she blinked her eyes shut against it. 

Danny held her against the wall and held his cock steady to shoot the hard stream of urine against her forehead and then hose it up and down her face. Taking note of how her breathing had quickened and her hands had resumed moving on her pussy, he figured that he must be doing all right.

Neither Danny nor Lois noticed that Elaine had left the room, and she was back before Danny had finished emptying his bladder. She didn't return alone.

"Mom!" Kelly exclaimed, standing naked beside Elaine with Robert's cum running down one of her thighs. "What are . . .?"

"Man, your mama's more deeply warped than I thought," Robert said, feeling the weight in his own bladder just then. He moved up to the edge of the tub, hopping in brief surprise when he stepped on the wet bathmat. "What's that?"

"Lois pissed herself," Elaine said. She was sitting on the closed toilet enjoying the show. 

"You guys are really out there," her father commented as he took his cock in hand and aimed it at the woman in the tub. "Watch out, son," he said.

Danny hopped out of the tub, pulling Lois forward before releasing her hair. When she tried to drop back against the wall, he said, "Lean into it, bitch. Don't be shy now."

Lois did as she was told, feeling a warm twinge in her cunt at the sound of his harsh command. She heard her daughter exclaim, "Mother!" once more as the hot stream of Robert Porter's urine hit her face and chest and she felt an orgasm approaching. 

"Do you have to go? You know, pee?" Danny asked Kelly, who had lost the shocked expression on her face. Now she was staring in rapt attention at Robert Porter's cock as he urinated on her mother. "Probably never have another chance to piss on your mother."

"I, well, I guess I do. A little," she admitted. He was right. She would never have another chance like this. She wouldn't want one. She moved up to stand beside Robert as he was shaking his penis off on her legs. "I'm going to piss on you now, Mama," she said. "Hold still."

When her daughter's urine struck her, Lois was lost in another orgasm. When her sigh of pleasure was cut off by the urine that filled her mouth when she opened it, she came harder still. 

If this wasn't as low as she could sink, it was surely as low as she wanted to go. She'd learned the same thing as Danny. There were times when free will got in the way. Sometimes it was a great turn on to just do as you're told and force yourself to like it. Or, pretend you like it.

Lois remained seated when Danny and Elaine turned the shower on and stepped in on either side of her. She sat marveling at the fact that she'd requested what happened. When her brain felt like mush from sensory overload, she'd forced herself to stand up and go with the kids. Though she hadn't said it out loud, she had actually asked to be urinated upon by one and all. 

She had discovered that she didn't enjoy that at all. Not as a pleasure. But there was something about submitting to that humiliation that felt right, something that got her off despite her over all aversion to the experience. It had been her idea, after all. She wondered what other ideas were buried in her perverse little mind.

#

Lois felt a bit foolish sharing a bed with the Porter children, though it helped when Danny admitted that a double bed wasn't really large enough for three and stumbled off to his own bed. She lay there staring at the ceiling and listening to Elaine's even breathing beside her in the dark. Elaine shuffled, nestling her butt against the older woman. Lois lowered her hand to rest upon Elaine's hip beneath the sheet and smiled. It was like going back to when Kelly might become frightened in the dark and climb into bed with her parents. 

It was strange, she thought. She'd spent the evening having sex with her, and then she concluded the night by asking her to urinate on her, and now her motherly instincts were kicking in. Very strange. It seemed that God answered all needs. She rolled to her side and molded her body against Elaine's, and she fell quickly asleep. 

So, while her daughter slept across the hall with a different set of parents, Lois spooned up against another young girl, as though claiming her for her own. 

Later, Lois woke when Elaine stumbled out of bed and went into the bathroom. She didn't close the door or turn on the light, and Lois could hear her urinating briefly. A moment later, Elaine's dark form came back though the door and approached the bed. 

"How far along are you, dear?" Lois asked as Elaine sat on the bed and began laying down. 

"What?" Startled, Elaine twisted to look at the woman on her bed. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"No problem. But I was wondering about you. How far are you?"

"Me? I'm, I . . . what do you mean?" Though Elaine's face was in darkness, her voice betrayed her nervousness. 

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Lois asked, matter-of-factly. 

"I . . . well, how could you tell?"

"You're starting to show," Lois said. "Your baby bump."

"About three and a half months," Elaine admitted then. "Why can't anyone else tell?"

"They haven't looked closely enough, and they haven't seen how many times you pee in an evening. Here, lie down again, honey. You need your sleep."

Elaine lay down and snuggled back against Lois as the older woman gathered her into her arms.

"I thought you were on the pill," Lois said. 

"I stopped," was Elaine's quiet reply. 

"Oh." Lois lay quietly for a moment, and then she said, "Who is the father?"

She could tell that Elaine didn't want to answer this question, but she did. "Danny," she said.

"Does he know?"

"No. I just, well, it's just something I felt that I . . ." She sighed deeply, her growing breasts moving against Lois's forearm. "It just seemed like a good idea."

"You love your family," Lois suggested. "You love them and want to continue the family in some way. You want to show your parents, your brother, just how much you love them."

"Yes, I suppose," Elaine said. "And Danny is nearly perfect. If I had a kid half as good as he is, it would be pretty special."

"Yes, he or she would be blessed," Lois admitted. "Have you been to a doctor?"

"No."

"You'd better tell everyone right away," Lois said then. "They'll think you were hiding it otherwise. And you've got to see a doctor."

"Sure, but it gets harder every day. I should have told them as soon as I was sure."

"Yes, you should have, dear." Lois hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. "But there's still time. Do you want me there when you do?"

"Would you? That would be wonderful," Elaine admitted. 

"I would be glad to," Lois said. "Now let's get some sleep."

#

Across the hall, Emily Porter lay facing away from her husband and toward the young girl who lay sprawled uncovered on the king size bed. Emily was watching Kelly's silhouette and noting how her stomach rose and feel when she breathed. It was just a slight mound seen against the moonlit sheer curtains. Just a small mound. 

As she watched, a tear trickled over her cheek and down into the pillow. She wasn't sure, not really, and she didn't want it to be true, but she felt certain that her daughter was hiding something important. Her little girl was pregnant.

#

The morning was a confused affair. Lois up first and had showered by seven o'clock when she sneaked into the master bedroom to wake her daughter. 

"Huh?" Kelly asked, blinking at the morning light. 

"Get up sleepyhead," her mother said cheerfully. "Church."

"Today? Gee, Dad's not even here," Kelly said, attempting to snuggle back into bed. 

"That's right," Lois said. "And if we're not in church to represent the family for at least one service, the gossip will fly. 

"Listen to your mother," Emily said, pushing herself up on the bed beside Kelly. "Come on. Let's shower."

Lois watched Emily pad across the room to the bathroom, envious of her tight buttocks and flat belly. She countered that jealousy briefly by thinking that Emily might have her good looks, but at least she'd kept her daughter from getting pregnant. As soon as the thought passed through her mind, she was ashamed of herself. Last night she'd felt so protective about Elaine, and this morning she was willing to cast her aside for the sake of her own vanity. 

"I'll make some breakfast," Robert said, rising just after his wife. Lois took envious note of his penis as he walked naked across the room and picked up his pajama bottom from the chair. Thick and long and beautiful, he had a great cock. "Of course, I suppose I should shower first."

He hurried across to the kids' bathroom, still steamy from Lois's shower, and bathed himself quickly. Then he hurried down to the kitchen where Lois was looking in the refrigerator and taking out a carton of eggs. 

"I wonder if my kids want to get up," Robert said, somewhat humorously. 

"Oh, yes, I don't think they'll want to miss breakfast," Lois said, a bit too quickly. Robert looked at her quizzically, and she added, "If they're at all like my family, anyway."

"I suppose so. Scrambled eggs? Sound good?"

"Excellent."

Robert got the bacon out and started the griddle to fry it as Lois began cracking eggs into a bowl. After she'd whisked the eggs, Lois wiped her hands and walked to the door. "I'll wake your brood," she said. 

She climbed the stairs thinking again how strange it all was. She'd had sex with all of these people, and yet today she acted as though they were normal American families with nothing more than a casual relationship. 

Elaine and Danny were already up and had finished their shower when Lois entered Elaine's room. 

"Did you . . .?" she began. 

"No," Elaine said. "I didn't tell him."

"You'll have to."

"I know. I know."

#

Breakfast was an awkward affair for some of those present. Robert, Danny, and Kelly remained oblivious to the strained attitudes that Elaine, Emily and Lois carried through the meal. Elaine began to speak several times, only to stop and drop her eyes to her plate and take special care with her food. Lois tried to catch Elaine's eye but was unable to succeed, and Emily avoided looking at anybody. 

"Do you normally attend church in the morning?" Lois asked, employing the only small talk she felt comfortable with this morning. 

"Yes," Emily began, then shrugged. "Well, not so much lately. It seems a bit wrong somehow."

"Wrong?"

"Yes. You know." Emily didn't want to elaborate. Their new lifestyle didn't seem so savory just then. 

"How long have Kelly and I been joining you in your fun?" Lois asked. "Three of four months?"

"About."

"We haven't missed a Sunday. No matter what sort of shenanigans we were up to the night before, we didn't miss one service."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 20



"It's your job to be there," Danny said, laughing.

"In a way, sure," Lois admitted. "But, what I mean is that if I'm able to go into God's house after all of this, anybody can."

"We weren't too keen on church before," Elaine said. "Danny and I weren't."

"But your mother dragged you to the service anyway, didn't she?" Lois finished her bacon thoughtfully. "I think that God has room for all manner of people. I think that God will judge you by what is in your heart rather than who is in your bed."

"After last night, he'd better," Kelly said, though a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

"Exactly," her mother agreed, thinking of the taste of her daughter's pussy and the texture of her nipples between her lips. She looked pointedly at Elaine then. "God understands," she said just for her.

"Mom," Elaine began. "Dad? I've got something to . . ."

Emily felt herself tearing up. She was going to be told now. She was going to have to deal with her daughter's pregnancy, and she surely wished she wouldn't have to do that.

"Yes," Robert said, unconcerned. 

"I'm, uh, well I'm," Elaine began. She bit her lower lip, seeing her mother's tears just then. "Oh, Mama, I didn't mean to hurt anybody. I still don't. I just, I wanted to, I . . . oh, I don't know."

"Baby?" Emily asked. 

"What are you talking about," Danny said. 

"I . . . I." Elaine took a deep breath and then spoke deliberately. "I'm going to have a baby."

"What?" said Robert and Danny in unison. Emily gave in to her tears and sat with them flowing over her cheeks. 

"You're on the pill, you idiot!" Danny said. "How could you fuck that up?"

"I quit taking them."

"What the hell?" Robert spoke in shock, his face drained of color. 

"You idiot!" Danny said "Why?"

"Because she wanted to get pregnant," Emily said quietly. "She wanted to. Right honey?"

"Yes, Mom," she said, struggling to keep her head up. 

"What a douche!"

"Danny, shut up!" Emily glared at her son. "We don't need that now."

"So who knocked you up?" Danny said. "Or, don't you know?"

"If you're going to be like that I might not tell you," Elaine said, feeling determined to gain control of the situation. "You dope."

"We'll have to know," Robert said. "If only for the sake of medical background."

"It's Danny's baby," Emily said. "It has be to Danny's baby."

"What?"

"Yes," Elaine agreed. 

"Jesus!" Danny stood then, about to explode with anger. "What the hell were you thinking about? You dumb little , , ,"

Lois grasped the youth's arm firmly then, saying, "You should measure your words. Your sister acted out of love, and you should react in the same manner."

"Love?" Danny asked. "But she didn't ask if I wanted a baby, did she?"

"No, and that was wrong," Lois said. "She knows that. But I'm not sure she didn't make the right choice."

"Yes," Emily said, sitting again. "She made the right choice for herself." She knew that her daughter could handle pretty much anything, and this was something every woman was expected to handle sometime. "It was right for her." 

Robert couldn't see how it was right for Elaine, but he was willing to swallow his own objections and remain quiet. It was at times like this that he most admired his wife. How she was able to be so calm was beyond him.

"Yeah, okay, I guess I'll just get out of the way," Danny said. "You guys can celebrate without me."

He left the kitchen and nobody made a move to stop him. 

"Mom, it just felt right," Elaine said. "Really."

"I'm sure it did, honey," Emily said. "It's just a shock, is all. We'll adjust."

"You certainly will," Lois said cheerfully. "This is a joyous event no matter how it came about. I know it will be a beautiful, intelligent child. How could it miss?"

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stop in at church a few times now," Emily said. "I mean, we'll need all the help we can get."

"And it will be there," Lois assured her, then she turned to Elaine. "Danny will come around, dear. He's a young man, and they have a hard time with anger at that age. He'll think it through and apologize."

"When he gets horny," Elaine said. "That's when he'll apologize."

Her father laughed suddenly, rather nervously, and said, "In that case, I'd give him an hour."



CHAPTER TWO, Two for the Price of One

It took four hours for Danny to apologize, but it wasn't for the sake of sex. No, he just couldn't stay mad at her no matter what she might have done. She was his sister, and he loved her. Besides, she was going to have his baby. That was actually kind of cool.

That night, the family gathered in the living room to talk about the future. Elaine would be able to start college next year, as long as she went to the local university. Emily worked at home, so child care was really no problem. Danny could come home on weekends. But that was for the future. Elaine needed to get in to the doctor, of course. 

When Danny asked to see her baby bump, the meeting began to dissolve into something else. A look at her belly demanded that her breasts be bared to see if they were different. Then he wanted to see her butt, saying, "You've probably already got a fat ass."

Once Elaine was naked, it didn't take long at all for Danny to strip off his clothes. 

"What are you doing?" Emily asked. 

"Come on, Mom," he said. "I think we should all pile on Elaine before she gets too delicate. There'll probably be a month or two when she's not going to screw anybody."

"Good point," Robert said, laughing. It was absurd, of course, but sex had brought their family closer together, and he felt sure the balm of orgasm would keep them together. He wondered what the reaction to Elaine's news would have been last April, before they'd taken up their lifestyle. He felt certain that it wouldn't have been nearly so benign as this morning. "I think we should all fuck Elaine," he said, standing to unzip his slacks. "And then we should fuck her again."

"You men are always thinking with your cocks, aren't you?" Emily said, smiling. 

"I'm glad they do," Elaine said. "I love having cocks in me." She held her arms out to her mother. "Come on, Mom. A family should fuck together, you know. Come on."

Emily rolled her eyes and began unbuttoning her blouse, thinking that even though life was taking another absurd turn, she knew they could face anything together. A family that fucks together stays together.

#

"Twins?"

Elaine and Emily were nearly in unison with their reaction to the news that Doctor Perkins gave them at their second appointment just a week after Elaine's admission of her condition. Emily had chosen to go to a different clinic and avoid the family doctor, though they usually saw what ever doctor was available when they went to the clinic these days. The dark haired woman who gave them this news was pretty much a stranger to them. 

"Twins? Are you sure?" Emily asked. 

"Definitely," she said. "Fraternal. You appear to have a boy and a girl growing in there." 

"How do you know?" Elaine asked her. 

"The results of the tests we did when you came in last week told us."

"That's weird," Elaine said. She sat on the exam table in the small room and looked between the doctor and her mother and wondered just how she was supposed to greet this news. "I never expected anything like this," she said. "How did it happen?"

"Does your family have a history of twins?" the doctor asked. 

"No," Emily said. "Not that I know of, anyway."

"Well, you'll have twins in the family now." Doctor Perkins typed a few notes on her computer and then said, "So, have you spoken to the father yet? When can he come in?"

"The father?" Elaine said quickly, her voice suddenly tense. 

"The father isn't a part of this," Emily said quickly, adopting a stern tone. "We know that he's healthy, so I think we're alright."

"You never know," the other woman said. "I'd like to get a medical history from him. It's best for the baby, you know." Dr. Perkins didn't expect them to be happy to involve the father if he truly had deserted her, but they didn't seem willing to even try. She felt that they were holding more back than the father's name. 

"He's not here," Elaine said. 

"He should come in. Please do pass that on to him if you will."

#

"Is she going to give us shit about Danny?" Elaine asked in the car on the way home. 

"No, we just need a medical history for him," Emily said, though she wasn't quite so sanguine about the matter as she sounded. "It's okay."

But Dr. Gail Perkins wasn't feeling okay as the two Porter women were driving back home. No, she felt a certain unease growing over her. There was something wrong. Why hadn't they stayed with their own doctor? Why did they seem so nervous when the subject of the father came up? She was torn by her duty to her patient and to the law. Finally, after much thought, she called the lab and ordered one more test. 

Breathing easier, she retuned to her tasks at hand. 

#

"When we gonna get milk out of those titties?" Tillman asked Elaine one night the next week. He and Laurel Carter were seated on her bed while Danny sat on the chair watching the three of them with lazy interest. "You gonna open a dairy bar? You and Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Adams?"

"Not much money in that," Elaine laughed. 

"I don't know about that," Laurel said. "Just two or three customers as interested as Tillman could make you rich."

"Maybe, I should," Elaine said. She lifted her breasts, already felling quite swollen over the rapidly growing mound of her belly. Her nipples had grown more sensitive and her thickened pussy seemed to be constantly rubbing her clit and making her horny as hell. The last was probably her imagination, she supposed, but it was a rather nice side effect.

"Yeah," Tillman said. "Both of those other ladies let me have a free sample now and again. I wonder how much milk it would take to make ice cream?"

"Oh, hell," Danny said then. "That's just gross. Am I the only one here who wants to cum tonight?" he asked them. He stood and dropped his pants, sitting naked below his tee shirt. His dick rose about half way and wavered at that level in anticipation of better things to come.

"Yeah, too much small talk," Elaine agreed. She was fully nude, of course, and leaning back on her elbows with her stomach on display. She spread her legs then, knees up and legs slanting down toward the glorious red thatch of hair that adorned her pubic mound above her otherwise shaved pussy. "I want sex."

They were playing a game that they had invented and called "Three Way." The game could be played with any number of players, but four worked well. They drew straws, and the three people who drew straws stained with food coloring on one end became the performers, and the others the audience. 

Danny was ready for a show, and his cock firmed up quickly when his sister spread her legs. He always got a hard-on when he saw his sister's pussy. 

Tillman laughed and pulled his shirt over his head as Laurel removed her bra and let her D cup breasts fall free. They quivered on her chest as she quickly removed the rest of her clothing as though racing with Tillman. He won, of course, and he pulled her over sideways and slapped his firm cock against her cheek happily. 

"You want a taste of this?" he asked her. She nodded her head and turned her face to capture the swollen head of his thick, long cock with her mouth. She took the head and about three inches into her mouth and began slurping on his dark dick. 

Elaine wasn't going to be left out of this, of course. She lay and slipped her head down under the quivering pouch of Laurel's belly and spread her damp cunt. As she began to feast on the other girl's goodies, one of her feet was flat on the bed just below her butt with the knee up, and the other foot was on the floor, affording Danny an excellent view of her pussy. 

The opening of her lower lips seemed to pulse, opening and closing just a bit as though it was speaking to him when she moved. It was all he could do to stop himself from kneeling at the alter of his sister's cunt and answering its quiet call. He couldn't. It was his part to watch and enjoy, not participate, and he thought it was a pretty crummy assignment right now. 

Tillman moved around Laurel then, taking up a position behind her as she moved around to apply her lips to Elaine's wet pussy. Danny began stroking himself as Laurel slipped two fingers into his sister's twat, and his pace quickened involuntarily when her tongue moved down to tickle at Elaine's hard little clit where it was nestled in her swollen labia. 

Tillman steadied himself with one hand on Laurel's butt and used the other to push his hard rod down and rub it teasingly on Elaine's forehead. He lifted a hank of her kinky red hair and wrapped it around his cock, playing with her hair as she lapped at his girlfriend's pussy. Finally, he moved his cock up and slammed it home in Laurel's juicy cunt. 

"Unnnh!" Laurel's breath was forced out in one burst as he entered her, and she felt the massive orgasm that had been waiting in the wings begin to gain strength in her belly. "Fuck me, big boy," she said. "Slam it into my cunt!"

"Yeah, babe," Tillman said, picking up the pace of his pistoning cock in her pussy. "I'm gonna rip you a new one."

Suddenly, Laurel arched up against Tillman's body with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a soundless scream of pleasure. Danny watched as her body quivered at Tillman's thrusts and the release of her orgasm. Her breasts swayed, and her whole body seemed to vibrate as she began to huff in her breath and emit low mewling sounds. She was a voluptuous girl, padded and proud, and Danny especially liked seeing her ass jiggle and flatten against Tillman's belly when he slammed home. 

Finally, Tillman pulled out and Laurel took that cue to fall off to one side with her legs spread and her pussy distended and looking like a dark wet tunnel between her thighs. It wasn't long before she filled that tunnel with fingers and made eye contact with Danny. She winked and rubbed herself. He wet his lips and pumped faster. 

Tillman stayed where he was. He dropped forward to angle his cock down and press the glistening head against Elaine's lips. When she opened her mouth to take him inside, he slipped his hand under her arm pits and lifted her just a bit. That bit of extra elevation caused her head to drop back and open her throat to him, and he didn't wait a second to slide his long cock down into her eager throat. 

Danny and Laurel watched in fascination as his friend's cock disappeared completely into his sister's mouth and his scrotum dragged over her eyes and nose. Elaine wasn't gagging now, but seemed to be working his cock with movements of her throat in sync with his thrusts. 

Tillman's eyes rolled back as he smiled broadly and thrust himself into the red-headed girl's gaping mouth. His breath began to come in short gasps and he moved one hand down to squeeze Elaine's breast firmly. He used her tit to pull her up firmly against him as he froze, moaning. 

Laurel and Danny both marveled at the tableau of Tillman pressed against Elaine' face with his cock buried in the girl's throat and his balls hanging heavily over her nose. A small sigh escaped his lips, and then he said, "Oh, shit, yeah, girl!" His body began spasming.

It was clear that Elaine was swallowing as fast as she could now, and Laurel knew that he was sending a massive load down to her stomach. It was his first shot of the day, after all. Danny envied him the experience and marveled at how his sister had clearly mastered the deep-throat technique. When Tillman pulled his wet cock out of Elaine's mouth, leaving a trail of cum in its path over her cheek, Danny's cock responded by swelling in his hand, and he felt himself reaching his climax. 

Danny stood, staggering to the bed, and leaned as far over as he could toward Laurel. Seeing him approach, she smiled and swung her feet around to sit on the bed before him. She was in position just in time to receive Danny's own not insubstantial load of jism on her large, soft breasts. When he was finished pumping, she took him into her mouth to enjoy the last dribble of his cum. 

"This isn't fair," Elaine said then, wiping at the glistening liquid on her cheek. "Everybody gets to cum but me!"

"So roll over, bitch," Tillman said, a broad grin growing right along with his cock as he snatched up the lubricant from the bedside table. "I got dibs on your ass. We'll see if your brother has room to fit himself into your pussy after I start working my magic on your backside."

Elaine took him into her anus quickly then, her face pressed against the bed as he started stroking himself into her. In another moment, he brother had put his cock into her mouth, letting her suck him all the way hard before he moved down to apply himself at her pussy. 

Tillman rolled to his back, pulling Elaine up on top, and Danny crouched between both of their feet and rubbed his cock up and down on Elaine's glistening slit. Once he had primed himself with her natural lubricant, he pressed against her hole and slid up and inside of her. 

Elaine cried out at her brother's penetration of her cunt and clamped the muscles of her pussy and ass against both boys' moving cocks. She felt wonderfully full of cock. This little gathering was turning into just what the doctor ordered for a horny little girl like her. Now, if she just had her father's cock in her mouth, life would nearly be perfect. 

About ten minutes later, when both boys had released their wet loads into their respective openings, and Elaine lay sated with their juices running slowly from her pussy and ass, Danny picked up the camera from the desk and turned it off. "There," he said, "We just made a porno movie."

#

Dr. Gail Perkins was lying on her back beneath her husband as he pumped into her with his usual useless enthusiasm. Her large breasts slid up and down on her slim body in time with his thrusts, the dark areolas clearly marked in the dim light against her very white skin. She made little moaning sounds because his movement inside her body felt nice, not because anything special was happening. Her husband tried hard, and he meant well, but it seemed that after eight years of marriage, he still had no idea how to give her an orgasm. No matter what she suggested or what he tried, she was always left to finish herself off with her fingers, and that was never quite what she wanted. 

Tonight she was a bit more distracted, however. She'd gotten the test on Elaine's babies back that afternoon, and it worried her. And so it was that as her husband was loudly depositing his semen in her vagina, she was thinking about the paternity of the Porter Twins. 

She knew now that the twins had been fathered by one of the girl's family, and she couldn't help but wonder if the incest that created them was willing or not. She wasn't sure whether mattered if it was. 

#

Elaine was in her fifth month, her pregnancy showing distinctly now, and everything was going well. Medically, she was having a perfect pregnancy. Legally, well, Doctor Perkins was determined to come to grips with that status right now. 

After her examination, she patted Elaine on the shoulder, saying, "you are healthy as a horse, my dear. Just keep up the good work. Now, could you have your mother step back here a moment? There are insurance issues to cover," she added, smiling benignly. 

A moment later, the nurse ushered Emily into the examine room, where she closed the door and stood regarding the doctor seriously. "Insurance issues?" she asked, knowing full well that the doctor wouldn't be talking to her about payments. 

"No, not really," Dr. Perkins admitted. "It's about the paternity of the babies. I'm not really at ease with the situation."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 21



PART TWENTY ONE: Playing Doctor



CHAPTER ONE, Turn Your Head and Cough

Five-thirty was definitely the last appointment time of the day. Danny pulled into the lot of the clinic noting that there were very few cars there now, and staff members were leaving holding their coats shut over their medical garb. He guessed that the doctor was just eager to get to the bottom of their family dynamic as soon as possible. 

When he got to the desk, a young nurse looked over the schedule and said, "I don't see your name here."

"I guess you'll have to ask the doctor," he said. He shrugged, thinking that maybe they should pay better attention. The nurse stepped away from the desk a moment, and then returned saying, "It was last minute, I guess. Follow me."

She took Danny back to an exam room and left him, saying, "The doctor will be with you soon."

#

Dr. Gail Perkins had finished with her last patient about ten minutes before her nurse came to her small office to announce Danny's arrival. "It's just a quick check up for his mother. A friend of mine," she told the nurse. "Go on home."

The nurse never thought that a woman like Dr. Perkins would give under the counter medical care, but she couldn't say that she minded if it was the case. Somebody should get a break on a bill sometime. 

"Okay, I'll, scoot out of here." she said. "Good night."

"Good night." She took her pen to finish the paperwork she'd been doing, hoping that her trembling fingers wouldn't give her away. She waited another ten minutes before she left her office and strolled down the hall between examination rooms and to the lobby. The lobby lights were cut down to just a few to let the cleaning crew find their way in when they came at eight. Her reception area was dark.

Gail was still marveling at how quickly she had made her decision and acted upon it yesterday. She'd been confronted with an awkward situation and had handled it by seeking to create a situation of her own. Obviously, the Porters weren't a very moral family. And it was just as obvious that their future was in her hands. She knew that what ever happened, the Porters wouldn't tell anyone about it. They wouldn't dare.

Gail Perkins wasn't one to tell people about her fantasies. Fantasies weren't public things, after all. But she had many fantasies of a sexual nature, and every time she failed to achieve orgasm with her husband she seemed to come up with a couple more. 

Doctor and patient. Now, that was a Grade A fantasy.

#

Danny waited, and waited, and, though the clock only indicated that twenty minutes had passed, it felt like hours as he sat in the sterile exam room. Finally, a slim, attractive woman of medium height with nearly black hair, a round, inviting face and skin that might well be described as alabaster entered the room.

"Mr. Porter?" she said, closing the door.

"Yes. Danny," he said awkwardly. 

"I'm Doctor Perkins. Gail Perkins." 

She extended her hand and Danny grasped it in a careful handshake. Her hand, when she extended it, seemed to be trembling just a bit, and it was slightly moist, and quite warm. 

"Glad to meet you," Danny said, though they both knew that was stretching the truth.

"So, you're about to be a father," the doctor said, picking up a blood pressure cuff.

"Yeah, I guess so," Danny said, trying to sound clean cut and normal. His mother had said to just go along with whatever she wanted, and he intended to do just that. 

"What sort of arrangements are you planning to make for the baby?" She said, as she took his pressure.

"I, well, I guess we're all just going to pitch in."

"Sounds fair," she said. She inserted a thermometer into his ear and took his temperature. 

"What plans do you have for raising a child?" 

Gail sat back and watched Danny. He was a good looking, well muscled boy of nineteen, and he seemed intelligent. She wasn't sure what she had expected him to be like, but she knew what she was hoping for. She was hoping for a boy just like him.

"Plans? Don't people normally just take care of things as needed?"

"Yes, I guess so." Gail found that she had been staring at him, her mind wandering just a bit. He was the same build as her husband, with nearly the same hair color. Much better looking than she'd expected.

"Do you love your sister?"

"Of course."

"Would you marry her if it were legal?"

Danny paused, very much unsure of what would be the right answer. "No," he said at last. "I guess it would a friends with benefits sort of thing."

"You plan to continue having sex with her? With your mother?"

"Of course," he said. "No point in stopping now."

No, there certainly wasn't. Gail liked his answers. He was being honest. And she liked the small smile he was wearing just then. She liked the way he tipped his head just a bit to the side when he thought. 

Gail Perkins was getting warm, and her face felt flushed. When she tried to pick up her pen, she found that her hand was trembling even more than before. The supposed need for secrecy was the perfect excuse for an appointment so late in the day. She was hoping, just hoping, that he was as handsome as his mother made him sound. And, if genetics held sway at all, she expected that a boy born of Emily Porter and her husband, the rather formal man at her bank, would be good looking. Now that she'd seen him, she knew that a long savored fantasy was about to come true.

"Stand up and drop your pants and shorts," she said.

"What?" Danny was surprised, but his mother had said to play along. He sure wouldn't mind playing along with the beautiful doctor. 

"Let's finish the exam," she said as she slipped latex gloves onto her hands. 

Danny did as he was told. He stood and dropped his pants and shorts without hesitation, and was very glad to see that, while his cock wasn't embarrassingly firm, it wasn't shriveled up, either. 

Gail knelt before him and took his scrotum in one hand. "Do you often have sex with your mother and sister at the same time?" she asked, watching his cock twitch ever so slightly as she went through the motions of checking for testicular cancer. Danny cock was circumcised and rather nice looking. She wondered how long it got when hard. 

"Yes," he said. "Most usually it's me and my dad teaming up on one of them."

"Oh, my," she said, pressing two fingers against his body beside the right side of his scrotum. She could almost visualize the two men using one of the women at the same time. She could especially see them with the rather regal, intelligent mother. "Turn your head and cough," she said. 

Danny followed her command.

"What about the rest of your family? Grandparents, Aunts or Uncles, what about them?"

"They'd freak out." Danny laughed and his cock jiggled before Gail's face. "Besides, they live pretty far away."

"So it's just your immediate family. Do you have sex with non family members?" Placing her fingers on the other side of his penis, she added, "Cough again."

Danny coughed. "Of course, we get together with anyone interested. I mean, well that sounds stupid, I guess."

"Not at all." Before she stood, she stroked the tip of her index finger along the top of his penis. "You have a very nice penis," she said as it thickened at her touch.

"Thank you."

"Turn and rest your hands against the exam table," Gail said as she stood. While Danny did that, she applied lubricant to the first two fingers on her gloved right hand.

She stood behind Danny and placed her left hand on his buttock, pulling to separate them just a bit. She brought her two greased fingers in against his anus. "Do you like fucking your mother in the ass?" She thrust her fingers into his ass to emphasize the question. 

"Yeah," Danny said, wincing just a bit. "She likes it."

"Do you like it?" Doctor Perkins asked. She pulled her fingers back a bit and then thrust them in again, twice. "Fucking your mother in the ass. Do you like it?"

"Not really." Danny gave up on trying to control his cock. It was clear that she didn't want him to control anything. He was hard as steel just then. "I just do it if somebody asks."

"Does your father ass-fuck your sister?" She withdrew her hand and turned to remove her gloves and discard them. 

"Sometimes," Danny said. "We're not a real big ass fucking family." 

When Gail turned back to him, Danny was facing her with his penis fully erect and aiming at her like a stone wand. He had stepped out of his shoes and pants, too, so his only covering was his shirt and white socks. 

"Oh, my," Gail said, her heart racing. Yes, this was what she wanted. Moving closer, she grasped his cock in one hand and squeezed it just a bit. "Did I arouse you, Mr. Porter?"

"When a good looking woman sticks a couple fingers up my ass, I generally get aroused," he said, staring into her gray blue eyes. "And my name is Danny."

Danny wanted to jump her right then, but he held back. He knew what she wanted, but he didn't know how she wanted it to happen.

Gail stood just a moment and looked at the young man before her. She could barely breathe, and her pussy was so wet that it had soaked through her underwear and pantyhose. She felt dizzy. 

She was actually doing this. She had dreamed of finding a way to get a male patient in here. A good looking, young male patient. And now she was actually going through with the fantasy of having sex with him. 

She placed one hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating and the movement of his chest when he breathed. His heart was racing, and his breathing was speeding up, too. She held Danny's cock in a very businesslike manner, stroking him just a bit. 

"Do you perform oral sex on your mother and sister?" Gail asked. She had to wet her lips then, for her mouth had gone very dry. "And they on you?"

"We're a very big oral sex family," he said, smiling now. 

"Do you . . ."

"Are you just going to stand there holding my cock?" Danny asked. 

"Am I . . ." Gail's mind had gone blank for the moment. All she could think of was the warm rod in her hand. 

"I think you want more than that."

Danny reached down below the hem of her skirt and slipped both hands over her legs and up, pushing the outer garment up until his fingers were at the top of her panty hose and underwear. She pulled back instinctively, just a bit, but he pulled her close and held her firmly as he slid his fingers under the elastic band and pushed the undergarments down and down again until they slid past her knees and puddled around her feet on the floor. 

"I think you want something like this." Grasping the doctor's ass, Danny tipped his head and kissed her, and she moved her arms up to hold him. "And this," he said. He moved his hands on her buttocks so that the tip of his right finger was brushing against the puckered opening of her anus. She shuddered.

He lifted her and turned to put her down between him and the exam table. Then he released her and turned her by the shoulders and pushed her roughly forward on the couch where she caught her self on her forearms. 

"But, what you really want is this," he said, in a silken purr. 

Danny flipped her skirt up, marveling at the whiteness of her skin. He slid one hand down over her belly, finding her wet cunt, and pulled her thighs apart with the other. She was a rather short woman, so he hand to lower himself quite a bit to angle his hard cock up between her legs, but he managed it. Then he pushed his rod up along her wet slit until it found his waiting fingers and he could guide it into the slippery tunnel. 

Gail leaned on the table breathing quickly and letting the wonderful anticipation roll through her body. She shuddered as he pressed the glans of his penis against her and then popped it into her body, She leaned her forehead on the paper sheet while gasping in breaths through her slackly open mouth. 

Danny humped his hips forward and slammed his cock into the willing woman. She cried out briefly, her verbal explosion ending in the word "yes!"

Danny lifted her and stood straight. Her clothing was still effectively tying her ankles, and one shoe was still on, but he ignored them and thrust himself through the narrow opening between her legs. Her knees were bent and her feet rested against Danny's knees, giving their movements a little extra bounce as she enjoyed the movement of his firm flesh within her gripping vagina. 

"Does your husband do you like this?" he grunted as he slammed into her. She moaned. "Or do you prefer getting ass fucked?" Gail made a mewling sound. "You want my cock in your ass?"

"No," she gasped. "Fuck my va . . . my pussy, my cunt. Fuck it hard!" The fact that she had said such things to a stranger added to the throbbing tingle in her stomach. His cock was so big! His large cock made her vagina feel like a cunt, and she wanted that feeling to continue. 

Danny slid her forward so her belly was resting on the exam couch and paused just a moment to lean awkwardly and push her clothing off of her ankles. Once her legs were free, Gail immediately spread them and rubbed her heels against Danny's bare buttocks.

Danny slammed his rod into her harder then, faster, and rocked her thighs against the edge of the table. The tempo of her moans told him she was about to cum, and his own burst of delight wasn't going to wait much longer, either. 

Gail screamed in pleasure, marveling at the arrival of a feeling she hadn't had in years. A vaginal orgasm! Oh, yes, and here it was to claim her body, her mind, her very soul. Here it was along with the sudden burst of the young boy's semen inside her body. Again, and again, the warm liquid squirted up into her as she felt a second orgasm rush in to replace the first. 

Danny cried out when he came, a thin wail of delight. He pumped his rod into her even harder then, and, when he was through, he pressed against her buttocks and contracted his muscles in an effort to force any remaining cum out into her eager body. 

Finally, he withdrew and sat heavily on the chair by the desk while Doctor Perkins remained laying on her stomach on the exam table, her skirt upturned over her back and her naked ass exposed. After a moment, she mumbled something and found the floor with her toes so that she could stand slowly and turn toward her "patient."

"So that's why your mom and sister like fucking you," she said. A thin line of cum was visible about half way down the inside of her thigh until her skirt dropped back in place. "Jesus." She pulled her desk chair over and sat staring at him. 

"That's one hell of an exam," Danny said. "When's my next appointment?"

#

Emily Porter sat at the table in her kitchen with a cup of coffee before while dinner finished cooking. It wasn't anything fancy. Just a casserole. She was too nervous to have prepared anything more complex. It was six-thirty, and Danny wasn't home yet. 

Had she been right about that doctor? When she brought up the subject of the Porter's sex life, she'd seemed to have more than a medical or legal interest. A carnal look had definitely filled her calm eyes, a look of need. Now it appeared that what she needed was Emily's son. 

Emily wondered about her. She was a beautiful woman, with dark hair much like Emily's neighbor and girlfriend, Patty . She wondered if the good doctor shaved her pussy, and if her nipples were small, like she was, or large. She wondered if her lips were as soft as they looked. 

"You're a fool," she said aloud then. Sitting here growing wet thinking about the doctor who held their future in her hands, was dumb. Of course, worrying about Danny was equally unnecessary. He could handle himself.

#

Her son was, indeed, handling himself well. He had discovered that Gail Perkins' nipples were small and pale, barely darker than the skin of the breasts that sat like half cantaloupes on her chest. She didn't shave her dark haired pussy, but she did keep it bikini trimmed. 

The two of them had sat looking silently at each other for a couple minutes before Danny said, "Take all of your clothes off." As if on cue, his cock rose about half way and dropped over on his left leg. "I want to see you."

She remained seated as she unbuttoned her blouse, smiling at the knowledge that there was more to come. 

"Do you and your husband practice oral sex?" Danny asked, as he watched her discard her blouse atop her desk. "Do you go down on each other?"

"Not often enough," she said. If she could get more oral foreplay, she might manage to cum when he fucked her, she thought now. Of course, she wasn't big on sucking his cock, either. As a doctor, the thought of germs kept flooding her mind. 

"Do you like it when he eats you out?" 

"Oh, yes, certainly," she said as she reached behind to unhook her bra. 

"Do you like blowing him?" Danny smiled, loving her compact tits and the small nipples. "Do you swallow his cum?"

"No," she said, blushing. "I, well, I really don't much like sucking his penis. If we did it more often, I might come to like it."

"But do you swallow?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked. She stood then and unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. 

"I want to know what you're going to do with my cum," Danny said.

The very idea of putting his penis in her mouth while it was coated with both of their fluids was repugnant to her. At least, she thought it was. But if she was so distressed by the idea, why was her pussy tingling and her mouth going dry?

"You've got great tits and a very nice cunt," Danny said. "A tight one."

As she sat, he stood. He took a couple steps over so that he was standing by her side. "I know what you want," he said. "And I bet you know what I want."

"I bet I do," she replied as she watched his hard cock bobbing just inches in front of her face. Their liquid had mostly dried to a white film, and his pubic hair was slicked with fluid that glistened in the harsh light of the room. 

"I want to take your temperature," Danny said. He held his cock and moved it over her cheek. "Be a good girl for your doctor, all right?"

"I, um," she began, a protest forming in her mind. But her hand was grasping his cock as she stumbled for words, and she was turning her face toward his wonderful tool before even she knew it. 

She kissed the head of his penis. It was a very chaste kiss. She kissed it again, taking most of it into her mouth and lapping her tongue over it. She was encouraged by a contented sound that escaped Danny's lips, so she took him further into her mouth. Sucking. Rubbing her tongue over the veined surface. 

Thoughts of germs faded as her ardor grew, and even the somewhat sour taste of their fluid didn't deter her now. What she was doing was so against her nature that the thrill of it was almost unbearable.

She pumped his cock with determined strokes while sucking and licking him. He couldn't expect her to do this until he came, could he? A second ejaculation always takes longer than the first. Of course, the dirty act she was performing on him as he stood stroking her hair was heating her up to the point of combustion. She slipped two fingers into her pussy and brought their combined juices out to lubricate her clitoris as she sucked the young man's dick. 

Danny would have loved to stay where he was until he came, but he had other plans. While she was sending jolts of joy through his cock, he reached over and tugged a couple latex gloves out of the box and then put them on. He had to lean a bit further to get the medical lubricant, moving his cock deeper into her mouth when he did. 

His dick struck the back of Gail's throat briefly, and she pulled back and sat staring at the wet, pink rod in her hand. She continued stoking it, watching the opening of his urethra move like a little mouth. She was afraid that he would cum on her face. Of course, like the vagina, this was an all purpose tool, and he could as easily urinate in her face as ejaculate. No, she told herself, he couldn't pee because his cock was firm and she was keeping it excited. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 21



She slipped her mouth back onto his cock. It seemed to taste better now.

After ten wonderful minutes, Danny stepped back and knelt on the floor in front of her chair. He clutched both of her legs at the knees and pulled her forward quickly so that her pussy was at the edge of the chair. He smiled at her, winked, and moved his mouth down to taste her. 

His tongue concentrated on her clit, continuing the feeling her fingers were providing before, while he slipped two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed the rough patch just inside and above her vaginal opening. She gasped, and he sucked her clit into his mouth. She was ready to go right now! Sucking and lapping on her clit, he fucked his fingers in and out over her G spot as she lifted her legs and placed her feet on his shoulders. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned, and she let the sudden orgasm take control. She humped herself against his mouth, pushing firmly on his shoulders as she gripped the edges of the chair seat to stay in place. "Oh, God!" And her orgasm seemed to hit her this time. It was like a blow of pleasure emitting from his mouth and directly up through her vagina. An explosion! 

When it was over, her legs dropped down to rest along his back, and he smiled up at her, and said, "Let's finish the exam."

"There's more?"

"Stand up, please." They both stood, she shining all over with sweat and he glistening around his mouth from their juices. "Okay, rest your hands against the bench and relax."

"But I don't have a prostate," she said, laughing. 

"Gosh, really? We better make sure." He squirted a liberal amount of lubricant onto the first two fingers of his right hand. "Turn," he said.

She did as her "doctor ordered" and stood with her legs fairly close together because spreading them would only tighten her buttocks and get in the way of the exam. She hadn't had a foreign object of any kind inserted in her bottom since her mother had used a rectal thermometer to take her temperature. She knew now that she'd been tempting the fates by asking her patient so much about his anal sex habits. She'd given her interest away, even though she hadn't intended to ask for it. 

She flinched when Danny brought the cold lubricant into contact with the valley between the cheeks of her ass. But, when he pulled her left buttock over and massaged the grease over her puckered hole, she relaxed again. 

As a doctor, she didn't want him to do it. She knew all about the dangers of anal tearing and such. And she certainly knew that it would hurt. But the side of her that was functioning now didn't think about that. The woman she was in this situation anticipated the invasion with delight. She could hardly wait to feel his cock move inside her colon. She could hardly wait to feel him cumming in her ass!

She flinched again when Danny inserted one finger and moved it slowly in and out. 

"Got to start slow," he said. "Try to relax. I know you want this, so just relax and take it. We have to work up to it gradually"

"How do you know?" she asked. The finger in her ass felt good now, and her pussy was tingling again. 

"Relax," he said again. He rotated his finger in her anus slightly and added his second finger as he did. 

The second finger strained her anal muscles and she did her best to relax them. "How do you know about anal sex? Did you and your sister experiment?" 

"No. My mom taught me," he explained. He pushed his two fingers in quickly and then pumped the in short, fast strokes.

She winced and wanted to make him stop. She also wanted him to stop playing around and fuck her. She wanted too many different things, so she just stood here leaning against the exam table in her office and let him do what he wanted with her body. 

"You ever done this before?" he asked. 

"No," she admitted. 

"They say it's an acquired taste." He pressed his third finger against her asshole, and it found a way in with the others. "I'm not sure why someone would want to acquire it, if they don't like it to begin with." He was fucking her ass harder now and turning his hand with each stroke. "I have three fingers in your ass, Doctor Perkins. You may be right. I haven't found a prostate yet."

Tears filled her eyes even as her pussy throbbed with delight. She was smiling, crying, and hoping for more. 

"Do want me to fuck you, Gail?" Danny leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"It hurts," she moaned. "But, yes, fuck my ass." Saying the words enflamed her, and seemed to reduce the pain in her backside. "Fuck my dirty ass with your big young cock. I want it all the way inside of me."

She felt him remove his fingers and heard him snapping the glove off and discarding it. Then she felt him grasp both of her buttocks and pull them apart. His cock probed at her ass, bobbing between her buttocks. Then his penis found her lower opening and slipped inside, the glans popping past the ring of muscle that had been stretched by his fingers. She felt his cock sliding slowly into her bowels. 

As he moved himself further inside, she dropped her face to the table and gasped air with ragged breaths. Her ass hurt, and the pain increased as he moved deeper, but she knew there'd be no harm as long as he kept taking it slowly and let her body adjust. Finally, she felt his abdomen press firmly against her buttocks. Then he began slowly fucking her bottom as he reached one hand around to rub awkwardly at her pussy. 

"Do you like this?" he asked. 

"Oh, yes, I do," she admitted. When he added contact with her clit to his movement behind her, it was like he'd completed a circuit. An orgasm was approaching. She knew it, and waited for it eagerly. 

"Harder?"

"Yes. And faster," she sighed. "Fuck my ass!"

Danny slammed his cock into her hard and then began pumping like a piston in her tight rear hole. He loved he way her white buttocks flattened against his belly and jiggled slightly when he pulled back. He wanted to kiss that supple ass. He wanted to bite it. He slapped it instead. 

When he pulled his hand away from her cunt, she was let down, but the swat on her rear was every bit as pleasurable. Two pains: the dull, throbbing pain of his cock in her ass; and the sharp pain of his slap on her bottom. Two pains added up to pleasure. It was strange how the human body worked. She moved one hand down to rub her clit and let the sensations move through her until an orgasm made her knees buckle and nearly sent her to the floor. Danny held her up, still thrusting, while she cried out in pleasure and finally let her voice trail away to a sibilant sigh. 

Danny stopped fucking her ass when her orgasm was through. He was about to cum, and he didn't want to waste it on her backside. He pulled out and grabbed her below the armpits. He lifted and turned until one hip was on the table and she moved to sit at the edge again. 

Danny pulled the foot rest at the base of the table out and stood on it, bringing his cock right up where he wanted it. He angled his stained penis against her dripping pussy and pushed it inside. 

"Oh, no, you can't," she said, but he already had done it. She'd have to do something about those germs later, but moving his cock from her ass directly to her pussy had taken some of the pleasure out of their activity. She couldn't help worrying about infection. She was a doctor. 

Danny pulled her butt off the edge of the table slightly and pounded at her pussy with his rod. She was tight and warm and wet and he was about to give her another dose of his cream. Soon. Soon. Now!

Danny pulled out and grasped his cock and pumped it. Standing on tip toes, he pumped glistening cum out over her belly, and struck her neck on the second squirt. When he'd emptied himself again, he stood catching his breath and letting the afterglow of the sex mellow him out. 

Gail Perkins had been surprised when he pulled out of her pussy. She fully expected him to cum inside of her again. When he squirted up onto her belly and tits, she reacted with a small squeal nearly sounding like fear. His act offended her. Was she just a fuck toy? A piece of meat?

What if she was? She'd ordered him up from his mother like a side of beef and used him for her own ends. She'd done the same thing. So what? It was clear that they both enjoyed it.

Danny ran his finger up the line of cum on her belly and brought a bit of the creamy liquid to her mouth. "Here," he said. "Take your medicine."

Laughing, Gail did as the doctor ordered. Today was a day for many firsts.

#

"I asked Dorko's doctor over to get to know us better," Danny told his mother at the table that night. 

"What? When?" Emily wasn't sure she wanted them to get too close to the other woman, but she was intrigued by her at the same time. 

"Saturday," Danny said. "I said to just stop by anytime."

"Saturday?" Elaine asked. "Day after tomorrow? Boy, you couldn't wait to see her again, could you?"

"A definite time would have been helpful. We'll have to clean house and make some sort of snacks or something. I'd like to be ready for her," she said nervously, though a smile stole over her lips as a far away look entered her eyes. 

The look on Emily's face wasn't lost on Robert, who said to his wife, "I guess she's good looking, then." 

"Yes, very," Emily answered, softly. Then she caught herself and frowned slightly. "Well, you know, she's fairly pretty. Kind of short."

Elaine laughed outright. "She's beautiful, and I think Mom's all hot for her," she said. "It was like she was staring at her all the time we were there."

"Wanna do her together, Mom?" Danny asked. "You and me? Tag team fucking?"

"That's not a polite way to talk about someone we barely know," she scolded, trying to sound stern. 

"I know her pretty well," Danny replied. "It seemed like she'd like me and Dad to take her on together, but I don't know about you."

Robert smiled at the children's teasing of their mother. Her infatuations with other women had become more frequent since she discovered the delights of lesbian sex, and her continuing affair with their neighbor, Patty Trent, showed no signs of cooling off. As for the others, since she couldn't do anything about most of her crushes, they faded quickly. As long as she didn't start having feelings for other men, he was happy to let her be happy. Now, it seemed that she might have a chance to be very, very happy. 

"She wants to do us both, Son?" Robert asked then. "Well then, I think we should have some extra special wine so she's in the mood for a double delight."

"Oh, Dad," Elaine said. "You're such a dork."

#

Gail Perkins arrived home wearing wrinkled and stained clothing and feeling a happy sort of tiredness throughout her body. She walked a bit stiffly, but her husband, Lee, didn't notice. She didn't give him a chance to notice but moved quickly past the kitchen where he was reading the instructions on a box of Hamburger Helper.

"Today was a long one, eh, honey?"

"Paperwork," she sighed in passing. "It never ends." A couple steps down the hall, she stopped and returned to the doorway. "Hey, buster, you feel like making babies tonight?"

Lee grinned broadly. "Hell yeah. You're not too tired?"

"Not after a shower I won't be," she promised as she walked away again. Tonight was a perfect time to have sex with Lee despite the work-out she'd already had. 

When she saw her husband she remembered how much alike he and Danny Porter were. She had a box of condoms in her purse in her office, and she could have used them if she wanted to, but he'd been so like her husband. Almost perfect. After several years of unsuccessful attempts to have children, she might have found a way to hurry the happy event along. Her fantasy might serve a useful purpose after all.



CHAPTER TWO, Saturday's Event

Dr. Gail Perkins was a logical woman who lived her well planned life calmly because she always knew what was going to happen next. She moved step by step and made no leaps of faith. But that didn't mean she didn't have her fantasies. Because of their daughter's condition, and how she got that way, she saw the Porter family as being beyond societal norms, maybe even a bit below them. She saw no problem with fabricating a reason for their son to come to her exam room. Even the fulfillment of her special doctor-patient fantasy was achieved with planning right up until Danny slipped two of his fingers into her ass. 

Her plans were scuttled very quickly then. She suddenly didn't know what would happen next. Reality had shifted just a bit when she discovered that she liked anal sex. 

That was when she made her leap and told Danny she'd like to get to know his family better if she could. She wanted to meet them together and see what would happen largely because she saw their morality as being so loose that something might happen with them. She fantasized about group sex, but she didn't know if such a thing would take place. It was out of her hands.

An hour after her arrival, it seemed that nothing at all was going to happen. There was way too much small talk about college plans and whatnot. Too much normalcy. 

"Where's your husband?" Elaine asked her. 

"Out of town," Gail said. "At a seminar."

Emily's eyebrow arched, and a small, knowing smile stole onto her lips. 

Gail took note of the smile, and felt as though she was being judged harshly. Of course, the judgment was probably correct since the timing of her husband's absence was exactly why she asked to meet them today.

"Your son is very healthy," Gail said. "We had a good examination."

"Mom wants to examine you," Elaine said, with an evil smile.

"Elaine!" Emily was shocked and embarrassed.

"Yeah," Danny chimed in. "Do you do women?"

"No, I, I don't know," Gail answered truthfully. Having had a cock up her ass, there really wasn't anything she wouldn't try at least once.

"In what manner did you want to get to know our family?" Robert spoke up then. He was also tired of small talk, and he wanted to move on. The doctor was, indeed, very good looking. "Socially? What do you want to have happen today?"

"I, I want to get acquainted," Gail said. "You know."

"No, I don't really know," Robert replied. "Were you expecting some kind of performance?"

"Performance? What? Oh, no not that," Gail stammered. 

"Good, because this isn't the monkey house. What do you want?"

"Oh, Dad," Elaine said. "She wants to get laid. She wants to watch you and Danny team up on Mom or me. She wants what any normal person would want when she gets the upper hand on a bunch of moral freaks."

Danny laughed. 

"That's what I'm afraid of," Robert said. "Is that what you wanted?"

"I just wanted to see what might happen," Gail admitted. "I wanted to be spontaneous. And, well, I haven't had a vaginal orgasm in years. Not until I was with Danny at the clinic."

"Have you decided who you want to fuck?" Robert asked harshly. He moved forward on his chair in preparation to standing. 

"All of you," Gail said, her heart beating triple time in her chest. "At the same time."

"You've never had group sex." Emily said. "And you want to try everything at least once while you're still young enough to enjoy it."

"Yes," Gail said, expecting to be shown the door.

"Are you going to pay us for the service?" Robert asked harshly as he stood up. He was saying it for effect, because he wasn't at all offended. The rod that was pressing against the fabric of his slacks showed everyone that he wasn't angry with her.

"Oh, dear, don't be a prick," Emily said, laughing. "Robert and I are doing exactly the same thing. Though we haven't progressed beyond white and black partners, we've certainly had every possible combination of gender and age. I've even had three men at once. Boy, that is a real experience."

The hungry look on Gail's face was enough of a reply, and it was the final cue for Robert to walk over to her. 

"Stand up and get undressed," he said.

"What?"

"Strip, woman." He laughed. "We want to see you."

"Yeah, Danny can't stop talking about how great your breasts are," Elaine put in.

Gail began unbuttoning her blouse slowly, wanting to prolong everything as much as she could. She couldn't hold herself back, however, and nearly tore the buttons by the time she got to the end of them. Robert stood beside her and took each garment as she removed it. Finally, she was standing in her panties before the fully clothed family as they looked over her body. 

"Danny was right about your breasts," Emily said. "Take off your underwear. Don't be shy."

Gail removed the last of her clothing. They were soaked in the crotch.

"So you're looking for group sex?" Robert said. "This isn't really much of a group."

"There are four of you," Gail said, with a sigh of need in her voice. 

"No, this ain't much of a group."

#

Two hours later, Gail's mind was saturated by sensation as she moved or was moved from man to man, woman to woman. 

After Gail had stripped, Emily left the room to make phone calls, and she had sat waiting, still the only naked one in the room. Finally, Elaine grumbled, "You guys have no manners." She stood and quickly removed her loose clothing, revealing the cute little four month bump and her filling breasts. "It's just plain rude keeping your clothing on while your guest is buck naked."

"You're right," Danny said, stripping quickly. "Besides, I think the good doctor wants to see something."

Once Danny was naked, with his rod swaying before him, he turned to his sister and rubbed the head of it against her belly. Elaine didn't pause a second before she knelt and took him into her mouth and began giving him a languid blow job while she stared up into his smiling eyes. 

Gail watched the sight before her in open mouthed awe. They were brother and sister! They were beautiful! She hadn't noticed Robert taking his clothing off, but soon he was standing on Elaine's other side, and she turned to suck him, too, alternating between the her father and brother. Gail rubbed her eager pussy as she watched. And, when Robert moved behind his daughter and knelt between her legs, Gail thought she might pass out. When he slipped his cock into his daughter's pussy from behind while she continued to suck her brother's cock, Gail had her first orgasm of the day. It wouldn't be the last. 

The three Porters had moved over to her quickly then. Robert offered her his slick cock, and she took it eagerly. The taste of Elaine's juice was a wonderful enticement. While she sucked Robert's cock, Elaine crawled up to the chair and kissed her thigh. Then she pressed against both legs, pushing them apart, and dove in to lap at the doctor's wet cunt. Gail felt a new rush of pleasure on Elaine's tongue. God! So wonderful!

She heard voices but didn't look to see who they were. She paid them no attention until Robert and another man took her by the arms and lifted her from the chair. They moved her to the center of the floor, where Emily had spread an old blanked, and laid her down on her back. That was when she saw an older man standing over her head, his cock hard and ready. "Daryl Peterson," he said. "We came over to fuck you." 

"Oh, yes, dear." A woman's voice, and Gail snapped her attention down to where an older woman with huge breasts and substantial thighs was moving into position between her legs. "Emily said you wanted to get screwed every way from Sunday. We're all pretty good at that."

Gail looked around then and saw that there were more people than she'd expected. A silver-haired man stood beside a younger woman and two blonde boys stood a bit apart talking quietly together. A tall, strong looking man was there with a petite, dark haired woman who was already quite naked. That woman was busily kissing Emily while the two of them worked to get Emily undressed. A young black kid was there, probably Danny's age, and he was standing with an arm around a very well endowed young lady.




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"Okay, darling, let's get this show on the road." Daryl knelt above her head and angled his cock down to her mouth, and she arched her head back to take it in as the woman between her legs slipped two, and then three fingers, into her pussy. The touch of that woman's tongue was ecstasy.

#

They were coupling all around her, but they seemed to be concentrating their efforts on her. A flow of men and women moved over and around her, claiming various bodily openings and using them as they would. Her ass was well primed, and she couldn't remember how many men had been in there. Probably all of them. She didn't even know how many that was. 

The first to invade her butt that day had been Robert Porter. He leaned her against a chair and slipped his condom clad cock into her back door without the finesse his son had employed the other day. He moved slowly enough, but he did it without any lubrication beyond that he'd gotten by slamming himself into her pussy a few times. The head of his penis popped past her anal opening, and his long cock slid into her body while tears gathered in her eyes and her pussy began to throb with pleasure. When he fucked her butt, she rubbed her own clit and enjoyed the rough feeling of the chair seat on her nipples. 

But that wasn't all. 

Robert lifted her and sat back on the floor, still impaling her on his long rod. He lay down so that she was atop him, and Danny came up quickly to put his cock in her mouth. He said, "Lay back." When she did, resting on her elbows on either side of Robert (but mostly on his broad chest) he knelt down and began rubbing himself up and down her slit. 

"Oh, oh, my," she said. 

When Danny's cock slipped into her pussy, it was almost unbearable. The two cocks filled her and her body seemed inadequate to the task of containing them. Danny's movements in her cunt caused her ass to rock on his father's cock, and she marveled at the feeling of them together hard and hot as they moved against each other with only a thin bit of skin between them. This was too much. 

A young blond boy and a boy who was obviously his twin brother came to stand on either side of the fucking tableau. 

"Blow me," said one, to which the other said, "No, blow me."

"Hey, I know," one of them said. "Blow both of us."

They moved above her then and knelt to rub their cocks up along both cheeks. "Open wide," one said. Gail tipped her head back and opened her mouth, and the two boys slipped the heads of their cocks into her mouth, pressing against each other, while she lapped at them both with her tongue. The boys stroked themselves, clearly planning to reach orgasm right where they were. 

Gail came first, however, for the feeling of the double penetration was overwhelming. She came and bucked her hips against the two men, pulling at her anus and slamming to the end of her cunt. It seemed like she came for hours. 

Then the twins erupted, almost at the same time. Hot seminal fluid filled her mouth, and she gasped to breath between hurried swallows. One of the boys pulled out and jerked off onto her face, and the other followed quickly and pumped himself until they'd both gone dry. 

The taste of the two boy's cum wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. The dirty fun of the act more than made up of any failings in the taste of jism. She had actually swallowed it! She swallowed it and reveled in the feeling of their remaining cum hitting her cheeks, feeling perfectly sluttish and loving it. 

Danny then pulled out and Robert rolled them to lie on the side on the floor. Gail wiped away the cum that threatened to run into her right eye as she watched Danny approach his mother where she lay on the couch with the dark haired woman's head between her legs. Emily Porter reached for her son's cock and pulled him near. Danny's body shielded their activity from there on. 

From then on was a free-for-all. Gail's soft, white backside was violated by several men and one exuberant woman wearing a strap-on. Her pussy admitted man after man, often separated by women eager to taste their new friend. Looking around, it appeared that everyone was getting equal treatment, with laughing men and women of various ages rolling from one to the other to copulate without plan or thought. They were just following the sensations. 

It didn't dawn on her that none of the men had ejaculated since the twins filled her mouth. She wasn't certain, but she didn't think they'd come with anyone else, either. 

They hadn't, but soon they came around to do just that. 

Danny pulled Gail over roughly and lifted her hips up as he entered her cunt with a hard thrust. He groaned as he pummeled her body with his, and he filled her with his cream while she screamed out in joy. 

When Danny fell away from her, a young black man pulled up to rest on her elbows and applied his cock to her mouth. Tipping her head back, he forced himself deep into her throat. She gagged and sputtered but the feeling of someone sucking her clit at the same time took the edge off. She absorbed the new experience, taking pleasure in the learning, until he pulled out and ejaculated onto her chest in a rope of cum that trailed off on her mouth and nose. A silver haired man who she'd seen at the beginning but not after that (though she felt him in her butt a couple times) filled her mouth when the man called Daryl took his turn in her vacant pussy. Both men withdrew and ejaculated on her belly and chest, finishing just in time for a third man to kneel beside her and hit her face with burst after burst of warm cum. Then it was Robert Porter who slowly stroked a thick load of cum over her lips and neck. The twins were the last and one of them coated her forehead and hair while the other filled the valley between her breasts. Laughing, the two boys high-fived each other as the women who were gathered in a semi-circle around her applauded. 

Gail lay sated, complete, and full to the brim with new sensations. She didn't think she'd be able to move for a long time. 

She didn't notice Elaine taking pictures throughout the party, and she probably trusted them enough now not to care if she had. No, she was too filled with pleasure to complain about anything. 

The party was an impromptu thing, and it broke up quickly as it was formed. Most left without saying good bye, keeping their association one of transient pleasure rather than acquaintance. Soon the only sound was that of the Porter family taking glasses to the kitchen and putting the furniture back in place. When they'd finished, Emily and Elaine returned to lift her and take her upstairs to the shower. 

"That was amazing," she said. "Dangerous and dirty and amazing." 

"It certainly can be," Emily agreed as she ran the water. "And it often it is."

#

That night, after talking to her husband on her cell, Dr. Gail Perkins went to sleep in Danny Porter's bed. She lay spooned back against him and drifted off to sleep enjoying the feeling of Danny's penis firming and relaxing against her butt in tempo with her small movements in the bed. 

She dreamed that he was pressed firmly inside of her anus and laying very still while his father knelt beside the bed and suckled at her breasts. She dreamed that Lee was in the room and watching from the corner. She thought he was just watching, but when her eyes grew accustomed to the light Gail could see that Emily Porter was kneeling within the wide spread of his legs. She had pulled his penis out through the placket of his slacks and was sucking at the head of it while he sat smiling and watching his wife get double teamed on the bed. 

She was glad that he was happy. 

In the morning, when she looked at the happy family around the breakfast table, Gail couldn't help but hope that her husband might join her. This life, strange as it was, was so wonderfully different from her own life that she wished she could slip in and out of it whenever she wished. 

She wished the Porters would adopt her, because they had such a wonderful time with their kids.



To be continued . . .



Neighborly Relations Pt. 22



PART TWENTY TWO: The Saturday Suck

CHAPTER ONE, Developments

Lee Perkins possessed a cock that measured just a bit over five inches when erect. Thankfully, it was nearly the same length when flaccid, too, so he never really thought of himself as small. He wasn't, really. His cock was about average. It was actually a bit thicker than most cocks, and that was nice. Gail Perkins lay beneath him and concentrated on the feeling of his thick member moving in and out of her excited pussy while she clenched the muscles of her enticing orifice tightly around him. She wanted to find out how to have an orgasm with him, because she felt it unfair to be getting off with Danny Porter and his father and not with her own husband. 

Of course, the more she worried about such things, the harder it was to achieve the desired result.

Thoughts of sperm counts interfered with her pleasure as well as they tried again and again to have children. He certainly squirted enough seminal fluid into her vagina. In that department he as more than average. But, no matter the volume of his cum, nothing was happening. One of them was falling down on the job, and it was about time to for them to find out who it was. She rather hoped that it was her. 

Looking up at him with the light of a Saturday afternoon in December filtering through the bedroom curtains, she saw a handsome man with sandy hair and an intelligent face (though it was twisted with sexual effort at the moment) who always did everything he could to make her happy. She loved him as much as ever, despite her continuing encounters with the Porter family, maybe even more. She didn't want him to feel bad if his sperm count was low. She didn't want to return his many favors by making him feel inadequate. 

She watched him moving above her, swaying slightly from side to side as he moved up and down accompanying the in and out of his cock inside her. In and out, up and down, moving with ragged precision above her. His movement was like a piston, and she felt her body rocking like a boat on a stormy sea. 

Sudden nausea overcame her just then. Vomit rose in her throat and she clamped her mouth shut and covered it with one hand as she pushed desperately at her husband's chest. He pulled back and out to kneel on the bed, his hard cock glistening with her fluid. Gail rolled off the bed and was running toward the bathroom as soon as her feet touched the floor. Despite the circumstance, Lee couldn't help but admire the way her buttocks clenched and unclenched as she ran. God, she made him hard. 

Gail fell to her knees before the toilet and puked into the bowl. That release provoked another and another, until she was empty and gasping for air. Lee flushed the toilet to remove further provocation, and she used a strip of toilet paper to wipe her mouth. 

"I never got that reaction before," Lee said, smiling as he stroked her hair. "You coming down with something?"

"No, I just suddenly had to puke," she said. "Weird." She stood unsteadily and moved to the vanity, Lee's half erect cock brushing against her stomach as she passed him. The woman looking back in the mirror didn't look at all ill. "Feel my forehead," she said, turning. "Do I feel hot?"

"You're always hot, baby," he teased as he laid his hand on her forehead. "No. You feel pretty normal."

"Yes, I do," she said. "Why the hell would I suddenly get . . . oh." Then she smiled and opened the linen cabinet beside the sink and felt around for something. After a moment of searching, she brought out a boxed pregnancy test. 

"Really?" Lee asked, a smile growing on his face as he watched his wife tear into the box. "Do you think so?"

"I hope so," she said. "Sudden nausea is certainly one side effect of pregnancy. And morning sickness can come along at pretty much any time."

Lee watched as his wife sat back on the toilet and spread her leg wide. She held the wand from the kit below her vaginal opening with one hand and pulled the lips open with the other. In a moment, a thin spray of urine came out to soak the wand, and Lee found his dick growing hard once more. 

"Okay, we wait ten minutes," she said, slipping the wand into it's case and placing it atop the vanity. Then, seeing the state of Lee's cock, she said, "You didn't cum, did you?"

"Well, neither did you."

"Don't worry about me," she told him as she reached out to grasp his penis. "Come here. I need something to settle my stomach."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she said just before she sucked his cock into her mouth. 

The shear perversity of her sitting on a toilet and sucking his cock made both of them hot. Gail sucked at the swollen head of his cock and fondled his balls while he grasped her hair in one hand and steadied himself on the vanity with the other. He watched her head bobbing on his cock in awe as the sucking motion of her mouth and tongue brought his orgasm rushing along. 

"I'm gonna cum," he sighed. 

She moved her mouth back long enough to say, "Fuck my mouth. Fuck me hard."

He took her at her word and grasped her head on both sides now. While she continued lapping her tongue on him and sucking her cheeks in tightly against her rod, he pulled her head hard against his belly and then back as he moved his hips in opposition. Oh, God, he was going to blast off soon. He used his wife's face like a pussy, a beautiful, smiling cunt. Any minute now!

When he saw Gail move her hand down to rub quick circles on her clit as he was humping her face, he came in a blast that filled her mouth. Cum burst out from around his cock as he continued stroking and dripped down on her breasts and then to the hand she was using on her pussy. And, as he finished with his release, she came against her hand and pressed her forehead on his belly as she let a keening moan escape around his still hard dick. 

Neither one of them had ever expected to do something like that in their bathroom. Lee certainly didn't expect his wife to swallow his cum. Of course, they didn't really expect to ever succeed at making a baby, either. It had begun to seem impossible. 

It seemed now that everything was possible. Gail Perkins was pregnant.

#

Elaine Porter sat on her bed and leaned back on the pillows she'd stacked in front of the headboard and watched "The Ten Commandments" on television. She loved the old Bible epics, cheesy as they seemed today, and found them to be the best thing about the Easter Holliday. Christmas filled TV with dancing snowmen and jolly elves helping Santa save the day in one way or another. Easter was hardcore. They brought out the big guns for Easter. 

She was, of course, totally naked as she watched. Clothing had become too much of a burden lately, so she took every chance to get out of her clothes. Since most of her visitors knew the secrets of The Loop, she didn't need to wear much to entertain company either. 

She was definitely entertaining company now. Tillman Mosswell lay on her right side and Laurel Cassidy lay on her left equally naked but not quite so equally entranced by the television. Both Laurel and Tillman were too interested in playing with her heavy breasts that see what Moses was up to. 

"It's leaking," Tillman said, clearly in awe. "I'm not squeezing it but it's leaking."

"You're sure bouncing it around a lot," Laurel said. "Bound to leak."

"So have a taste," Elaine offered. "They're already flowing pretty heavily."

"You mean it?" Tillman lifted her milk heavy breast with one hand and lowered his head to the thick nipple standing out firm from her darkening areola. 

"Of course I mean it. You want a taste, too, Laurel?"

"Sure. Of course, I've had Sharon's milk," she said, referring to her step-mother. "Tasted like, well, peaches, I guess."

"Tillman, you need a shave," Elaine said, flinching as her friend brought his mouth to her nipple. "Careful."

He sucked at the nipple, carefully massaging and squeezing Elaine's breast until a small flow began. Laurel approached Elaine's other breast in a more efficient manner by sucking, squeezing, and pulling the nipple out gently with her teeth until she had a substantial flow. "Kinda nutty," she said. 

"Yeah," Tillman agreed. "Nutty."

The two youths suckled at Elaine's breasts a while as she stroked their hair and smiled wistfully, still watching the movie. "They're coming up on the good part," she told them. "Edward G. Robinson is about to talk everybody into making a golden idol. It sure pisses Moses off."

Tillman lifted his face from her breast, a trickle of thin, warm milk dribbling from the nipple, and smiled. He thought a moment about saying something about the odd situation wherein she could sit naked watching a religious movie and let the two of them feast on her breasts, but there wasn't really much point in bringing that up. Instead, he said, "You really remodeled Danny's room."

"Yeah," she said, sighing and holding Laurel's face closer on her other tit. "Nice little baby room now."

"Where's Danny going to stay when he's home from the university?" Laurel asked, her voice muffled a bit by Elaine's ample flesh. 

"He'll take turns sleeping with Mom or me," she said. "Probably mostly Mom."

"Yeah, I suppose," Tillman said, laughing. "He's turned into quite a Mama's boy."

"Mama's little fuck buddy," Elaine laughed. "Her cock at the ready."

"Mama's got more than one fuck buddy," a voice said from the doorway. Tillman and Laurel turned quickly, seeing Elaine's mother standing there with a bowl of chips and some dip in hand. Her homey little offering was made all the more pleasant by the fact that she was just as naked as the three of them. "Oh, good," she said, seeing Tillman's rigid cock. "You haven't used it up yet."

"Hi, Mom." Elaine had seen the door open, of course, so her mother's arrival wasn't much of a surprise to her. "You didn't bring anything to drink."

"I figured that you'd provide that," Emily said with a wink. She placed the bowl on the desk and leaned to kiss Tillman and grasp his dick. After a lingering tongue kiss, she moved down to suck his tumescent penis into her mouth, nearly taking all of his shaft inside her mouth and throat. "Or maybe Tillman will," she added. "Get off the bed, Till. I want you to fuck me." 

"Hey, now!" Laurel teased as her boyfriend moved quickly to comply. "What about me?"

"You can fuck me too, if you like," Emily said impishly. Then she laughed, saying, "Share the wealth, girl. I haven't seen my little neighborhood buddy in over a month."

"Well, okay," Laurel said. "But don't wear him out."

Emily knelt at the side of the bed, spreading her legs a bit as she leaned down over her daughter's left breast and licked at a dribble of milk running from the nipple. Tillman, of course, wasted no time in kneeling behind her. He grasped his long cock in one hand and rubbed the head of it gently down the valley of flesh between her buttocks and then right into the glorious wet, pink vagina that Emily was holding open for him. He grunted his satisfaction as his cock slid home in her warm tunnel. She released a smiling exhalation of air against Elaine's breast when the head of Tillman's cock hit the limit of her womb. 

Laurel leaned down to suckle at Elaine's other breast as Emily began milking her daughter with her own mouth and Tillman began a steady thrusting into the forty-two year old woman's body from behind. 

The motion of Tillman's body against Emily's buttocks was soon too forceful for her to dare suckling any longer. She lifted her head, eyes closed loosely, mouth open in a rapturous "Ahhhh!" Tillman was grunting then, sweat dripping from his dark forehead onto Emily's lightly tanned back. He groaned and she moaned, and soon Emily was holding Laurel's head against her shoulder and pulling on her daughter's hair as she came with joyous force and then collapsed with her head atop her daughter's swollen stomach. 

When Emily dropped onto the bed, the angle of entry Tillman's dick had to her pussy became impossible, and he popped out of her and up to slide along her butt crack to lay nestled between her globes of muscular flesh with the mushroom head aimed up along her back. "I know what you ladies need," he said, panting. He stood and got onto the bed between Elaine's legs. "And I know what I need, too."

"Yeah, you need some pregnant snatch," Laurel said. "But what do you think we need."

"Some cream to go along with your milk." 

Hiking Elaine's knees up over his shoulders, he angled his cock down and slipped into her swollen, glistening pussy. As soon as he slid inside, she began to moan. She didn't stop moaning until it was stopped by a scream of pleasure that erupted from her lips. Then she was silent and she lay with her belly quivering and her huge tits sliding in awkward circles in time with his increasingly strenuous thrusts.

"He's going to cum soon," Laurel said. "His eyelids are twitching."

"Oh, really?" Emily answered. "That's a good tip to know."

"Oh, shut up, you two," Tillman laughed as he pounded into Elaine's pussy as fast as he could and enjoyed the feeling of his orgasm rushing to its culmination. 

"Get ready!" Laurel lay her head down beside Elaine's breast and opened her mouth. 

"Oh, yeah! Here it cums!" Tillman shouted.

Emily followed Laurel's example just a second two late and was hit right in her left eye as she positioned her face beside her daughter's other breast. She lay there laughing as Tillman sprayed ropes of jism across to paint a line across Elaine's breasts and both women's faces. He pumped himself until there was nothing left but a small bit of semen that had to be wiped away on Elaine's navel because it wouldn't drip free. 

Elaine began scooping cum up to her lips as the other women began to feast on each other's glazed faces and squeeze delicate spurt of milk up into the air and onto each other's laughing faces. When they'd cleaned the cum and milk away, they moved up to kiss Elaine's cheeks and lips while rubbing their eager cunts onto each of her heavy legs. 

Tillman fell back on the bed to gather his breath and enjoy the spectacle of those three beautiful women enjoying each other's bodies to the limit.

CHAPTER TWO: Sperm Donor

Doctor Gail Perkins didn't tell the Porters about her pregnancy right away. She felt that it might be an awkward admission, especially if Danny gave it much thought. She hadn't allowed any man to enter her unprotected except for Danny and his father. Robert Porter had been snipped, while Danny had not. Would they figure it out?

So, as January progressed to February and April, she kept it to herself and convinced Lee to keep it under wraps for awhile. They told their families, of course, but kept mum beyond that. 

During that time, she and Lee had become socially active with the Porters. It started as a small thing. Gail said she'd like to invite a friend over for dinner. That dinner lead to a reciprocating dinner at the Porter house. Lee seemed to like the family quite a bit, but it all played out as a normal friendship. He didn't see anything unusual between his wife and their new friends. 

That was the other reason she didn't tell the Porters about the baby. They knew Lee now. Would they see her actions as a betrayal? Would her quickly planned solution to her pregnancy problem become something dirty in their minds? Would they tell Lee?

As the months progressed, Gail began to fixate on the problem of how to announce her condition. She felt guilty when Lee asked about telling their friends. There was really no reason not to tell everyone they knew. 

It was after Easter when she finally said, "I guess I'm not going to miscarry now. Besides, I'm into my fourth month. People are bound to figure it out. Let's tell everyone."

Their friends were overjoyed at the news. Lee was as proud as any father ever was and Gail was beaming as she told. She was especially happy that Lee would never know about the paternity of their child. He wouldn't have to feel like less of a man. He wouldn't need to feel guilty about letting her down. 

No, the guilt was something she alone would feel.

#

"Pregnant?" Emily said, happily, when Gail announced the news. "Wonderful!"

Lee and Gail were at the Porters for dinner because Danny was home from school. It had seemed oddly important to his parents that he meet Gail's husband. 

"Pregnant?" Danny said, not quite so happily but still smiling. 

"Yes," Lee said. "About four months along. We wanted to be sure there weren't any complications before we told. You know, we didn't want to jinx it. Not after we'd been trying for so long."

"That's cool," Elaine said. Well into her eight month, Elaine waddled everywhere she went and moved as little as possible. The weight of two babies was clearly taking the joy out of the whole baby making experience. 

"Yes, cool," Danny said, though his eyes had a far away look in them just then. 

After dinner, when those who were of age and not pregnant sat to chat over wine, Gail excused herself to go to the bathroom. Danny took that opportunity to excuse himself as well and make a show of going to the kitchen. He went to the bathroom, instead, and entered without knocking. 

"Hey," Gail said urgently, covering herself as she sat on the toilet. "I'm . . . oh, Danny."

"Yeah, Danny," he said sourly as he leaned against the door and looked at her. "So who's the baby daddy?"

"What? Why, Lee, of course," she said, her face reddening. 

"Really? It's strange that you fucked me without rubber right from the start," he said. "Strange too that you guys have been trying to get pregnant the whole time you've been screwing me uncovered."

"Why so strange?" she asked tentatively, the sound of her interrupted urination starting up again. 

"Because me and your husband look so much alike. Same hair and eyes. Same build, more or less. Does hubby know he's shooting blanks?"

"No, he . . . well, that is, I don't know either. It's just that I . . . well, I had planned to use rubbers when you came to the office. Really. But, when I saw you, I was inspired. I thought it might work. I mean, if I got pregnant, then I'd know it wasn't me but he'd never need to know it was him who'd been the problem."

"So you figured that'd you'd use me as a sperm donor," Danny said. He was quite angry that he'd been used once again. Angry, but not so angry that he'd ruin it for her. He just needed to know where he stood. "Are you going to need me again if you want more kids?"

"No, I . . . well, I don't know. Would you mind?" She couldn't read the expression on his face. She knew he was angry but couldn't tell how much."

"Do I get visitation right?" he asked, though he didn't really want that just then. 

"Sure. Of course."

"I'll think about it," he said. "Of course, I'll have to charge you for stud service next time."

With that, he left the room.

#

After telling the Porters, Gail's guilt took a new turn. It became her new fantasy.

She was cheating on her husband at least once a week when she went to play cards. Often more times than that. If she was that type of person, she might justify it by saying she was just catching up on orgasms. He always managed to cum, so he owed her, didn't he? But it wasn't that easy. No, not at all. 

She began to fantasize about finding a way to even the score. She began to wonder if Lee would prefer Emily or Elaine Porter sexually if given that choice. Which way would he go if he went either way at all?

Of course, those thoughts provoked more guilt. He'd never given any indication of wanting sex outside of marriage, but what sane husband would ever voice such a desire to his wife? 

Guilt, if left unrelieved, can fester into anger. It can poison a person's mind. Gail wanted to relieve her guilt, and since she couldn't do that by telling Lee, she had to do it through punishment for what she had done. Once again, she had to use Danny and his family. Fortunately, there are times that people don't mind being used. 




Neighborly Relations Pt. 22



#

"You can see how bad I feel about what I did, can't you?" Gail searched Emily Porter's face for comprehension. "I've made you a grandmother to some stranger's kids as well as using Danny shamelessly."

Gail had confessed all to Danny's mother. It was her initial visit to the clinic with Elaine that started everything, after all. And, as she confessed, she wondered exactly what it was that she wanted from Emily. Forgiveness? Punishment?

No, she actually knew what she wanted. It was the latter she was after, but she didn't know how to ask or what form such a thing would take 

"I wondered why you had no problem with my son screwing you uncovered. I was especially worried when you seemed to make it such a point that Tillman wore a rubber. I'm glad to see you're not a bigot."

"Everyone at that first group thing wore rubbers, I think. But, well, I couldn't risk having Tillman's child, could I?" Gail said. "

"No," Emily said. 

"But now, after seeing Danny's reaction, I'm conflicted about my behavior. I didn't really think about anything but myself."

"You feel guilty and you've come hoping that we'll all forgive you."

"Yes, well, that is I don't know what I . . ." Gail bit her lower lip, feeling somewhat excited about her own shame and even more excited by what she was about to suggest. "I think I need to be punished."

"Punished?"

"Yes." Solidly now, she spoke in the tone of a woman who'd made up her mind. "I've been very bad, Emily. I treated your family like a freak show and used your son shamelessly. I need to be punished."

"Oh, yes, you certainly do," Emily agreed. "You thought we were degenerates when we came to you. You thought you were morally superior to us."

"No, no, well, yes, but not completely," Gail admitted. 

"You figured it was okay to use my son as your baby maker just like it was okay to come over to our home to have us perform our little sex act like trained monkeys."

"I wanted to use you, that's true. I wanted to use Danny and the rest of you to fulfill my fantasies. I didn't think about the baby until I saw how much your son looked like my husband."

"So, you were lucky in that case."

"Yes, I guess I was." Gail looked down at the cup of coffee she held loosely atop the kitchen table. 

"You've been pretty much in charge of everything, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have."

"Well," Emily said, with a smile. "That all ends right now. No more in being charge for you."

"What do you mean?"

"I agree that you need to be punished," Emily said. "I don't mean spanked, or something like that, though I suppose that will probably happen too. I mean that you don't get to decide anything anymore."

Emily was planning even as she spoke. She knew just how to punish a woman who was used to being in charge of everything from her patients' health to her nurse's work hours. She knew just what to do about that. And, like a gift from the party gods, the good doctor had just given her something to occupy the men of their little group while the women were enjoying Elaine's baby shower. 

"From now on," Emily said, "you will have no say in what happens to you. You'll do as you're told without complaint. Right?"

"Yes, well, sure." Gail spoke tentatively, her breath speeding up in tempo. 

"No, you don't say 'well sure' about this," Emily warned. "If you want to stop feeling guilty, and if you want to receive the punishment that seems to be exciting you so much, the correct answer is 'Yes, I'll take it without complaint and do as I'm told.' Right?"

"Right."

"Say it."

"I'll do as I'm told and take whatever comes."

"Good." Emily smiled and stood. "You've been invited to my daughter's baby shower. Be here Saturday at six."

"That's it?"

"Don't worry. It'll be plenty." 

Emily almost laughed when she thought of what the young doctor was going to go through on Saturday. 

PART THREE: Saturday

The baby shower proved to be a bit of a problem for Elaine. She couldn't invite any of her high school friends because they'd be sure to wonder who the father was. She couldn't very well make somebody up. Ultimately, she ended up with a shower thrown by the neighborhood women. She guessed that was better anyway, because they had money to buy good things.

"It might be a problem when you get married, too," Emily pointed out. "If you marry someone local, that is."

"Sure," Elaine mused aloud as she sat at the kitchen table chewing ice from a glass before her. "But I'm thinking that I can't possibly marry anyone who won't fuck my mama anyway. I think that guy would understand."

"That's very nice of you to think of me," Emily said, laughing. "But don't limit yourself to perverts."

"Hey, now, you talk nice about my husband," Elaine cautioned as she slipped another shard of ice into her mouth. 

It was Saturday morning, and the baby shower was only hours away. Elaine wasn't very excited. They'd just talk about what it was like to have their kids. Big deal. She had participated in much better parties with this gang. 

Emily was quite excited, however. Her plans for Dr. Perkins were all set, and Emily could hardly wait to see the video after it was done. Right now, she had an errand to run.

#

Gail Perkins was on duty for walk-in hours that Saturday morning, so she didn't have much time to ponder the upcoming event. When she did think of it, however, it was increasing trepidation. What could they possibly have planned for her?

She'd asked to be punished and had implied that she wanted quite a bit of it, so she wouldn't be surprised by anything that might happen. She shouldn't be, anyway. In her mind she'd imagined herself tied and violated, spanked, abused. Could they come up with worse punishment than that?

She sure hoped not. Well, maybe she hoped not. Since meeting the Porters and their friends, she'd begun checking off quite a few fantasies. The office visit, anal, and group sex were done many times over. Bondage had come to dominate her sexual thoughts. Lack of free will. Humiliation. As a doctor, she knew about quite a few perversions. She'd always wondered what drove people to extremes. And, as she pondered motivation, she increasingly wondered about the sensations involved in the events themselves. How did it feel to do such things?

The thought that she was going to find out a bit more tonight made her pussy tingle. No, her cunt. She wasn't going to be working with a pussy tonight. Whatever would happen would be done to her cunt.

#

Lee Perkins had been fantasizing a bit lately, too, and it was all Emily Porter's fault. 

Once, when she and Robert had been over playing cards, she'd gotten just a bit tipsy and made a couple unguarded remarks. She'd drawn a card that had been to her liking and said. "There's my three of a kind. Of course, I prefer the human three way, but I'll take what I can get." Lee could see Robert nudge her under the table after she said it. 

Later, it was Gail who set her off when she said, "Our little baby making project has been fun. Lots of fun. Of course, now that we've succeeded, I can get on top again, so that's a plus. Isn't it, honey?" she said, brushing her fingers back though his hair on the side. 

"Yes, I guess so," Lee stammered, embarrassed. His wife hadn't been drinking, so he wondered what made the normally proper woman say something like that.

"Probably not getting as much as before, though," Emily laughed as she lifted her glass to her lips. "If he starts bugging you for more when the baby slows you down, just send him over to me. I'd be glad to help you out." The look in her eyes as she spoke, directed directly at Lee, was not joking. 

"My wife is a compulsive volunteer," Robert said. "She's always volunteering herself out." He didn't appear to be joking, either.

Since then Lee had pondered the possibilities. Sex with Emily Porter? A three-way with her? She was a good looking woman so it wasn't hard to picture her, and he'd often found himself doing just that when he spent some "quality time" with his hand and a bottle of lubricant. In fact, he'd masturbated much more often because of those thoughts. A three way? Oh, yes, and he could imagine Gail right there with them."

This morning, while Gail was at work, his imagination was running wild. Again, it was Emily Porter's fault, but this time he would be getting some relief. 

Emily rang the bell at about ten o'clock that morning, and Lee opened the door with no idea what he was letting into his home. 

Temptation. Temptation was at the door.

"Hi, Lee," Emily said brightly. "Is Gail around?"

"No, she's at work. It's her weekend for clinic duty. She'll be home around twelve-thirty."

"Oh, it's too bad I missed her." Emily was wearing a slight smile as she looked at him, her head cocked a bit to one side, one eyebrow arched. "Oh, well."

Lee felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny. It seemed as though she was waiting for something. 

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" he asked just to get some words flowing again. She probably wouldn't anyway.

"I'd love one," she said, and immediately moved past him and into his home. 

Lee admired the way her slacks molded to her butt and how her breasts swayed when she turned quickly toward him. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were erect from the friction of the silky material of her blouse. 

Lee's mouth was dry. Boy, he needed a cup of coffee, too.

When they sat in the kitchen with their coffee, Emily got right to the point. 

"So, are you getting any?" she asked, smiling as though it was a normal question for a woman to ask her friend's husband. "Of course, she's only about four months along, so you probably are. Right?"

Did she really expect an answer? Hidden beneath the table, his cock was answering by twitching slightly against his leg. 

"Well, sure," he said lamely. 

"You know, our neighbor was having sex right up until she went into labor. Not actual sex at the very end, but certainly enough to get a man off. I'm sure Gail will at least blow you when she gets nearer her due date."

"Emily, I'm a little uncomfortable talking like this," Lee said. "It's, I don't know, just embarrassing."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Her eyebrow went up and her lips curled into the small, seductive smile she often wore. "Since Gail is so open about you guys, I just figured you were too."

"Gail talks about our sex life?" That was a shocker. "I'd never have though that."

"It's just girl talk," Emily said. "We're not really so demure as we let on. You are apparently an indefatigable lover. I like that in a man." Her smile grew, and her eyes never left his face as she raised her cup to her lips and tipped the liquid inside. 

"She said that?" He couldn't help feeling just a bit proud that she would tell her friend that he was good in bed. 

"Yes, she did." Of course, she hadn't said good in bed, just that he had great stamina. Often, stamina is enough.

"There's something I've wanted to ask you for awhile," Emily said. She stood and walked over to the coffee maker to refill her cup, saying, "Don't bother, I can get my own coffee," when he began to stand up. 

"Ask away," he said, glad that he didn't have to stand just then since his cock was pressing against his trousers. 

Emily turned, leaving her cup on the counter, and walked up behind Lee. "I was wondering about you," she said. "Gail, too, of course, but mostly you." With that, she placed her hands onto his shoulders and massaged him just a bit. 

"You were, uh, wondering?" Lee had no idea where this was going, but it was so much like one of his masturbation scenarios that he found he couldn't move to stop her. 

"Wondering about your sex life." Emily slipped her hands down over his chest and continued very slowly downward while she talked. "My husband and I have a very open relationship. I would like to invite you to join me." She leaned against the back of his head, her breasts hot, soft cushions against his neck. 

"I don't think that would fly with Gail," Lee said, knowing full well that he should have said 'Us' rather than making Gail seem like the impediment. 

"How about you?" Emily asked as her hands moved down over his stomach and onto his hard cock. "Oh, goodness, that's a nice hard one."

"Please, I . . ." He what? He was powerless to stop her and had no desire to do so? He was perfectly willing to cheat on his wife as long as he didn't initiate it? He wanted to throw this woman down on the table and fuck her brains out? He what?

He said nothing, that's what. And he did nothing as she popped the snap on the waistband of his slacks and pulled the zipper down. 

Her hand went in beneath the fabric of his boxers and grasped his cock. He other hand opened the placket. "I bet you have a pretty cock," she said. She pushed his cock into the opening with one hand and pulled it out with the other. "Oh, yes, it's a pretty one."

"This isn't right, you know." He finally found his voice as she released him long enough to move to his side. No, it wasn't right at all, but when she pulled at the leg of his chair to indicate that she wanted him to turn it for better access, he complied and turned the chair in a quarter circle so that there was nothing between his cock and his wife's friend. 

"No, it isn't right," Emily agreed. "I want to fuck both of you. If Gail had been home, I would have asked her, too."

"Both of us?" His dick grew even harder.

"Yes, I want to taste your wife's cunt," she said, kneeling. "Just like I want to taste your cum right now, mister."

Emily Porter lowered her head to kiss the end of Lee's tumescent shaft. Lee sighed, gripping the seat of his chair with both hands. She placed her tongue on the bulbous head, so firm and red with eager blood, and moved it around as though eating an ice cream cone. Lee's legs twitched, and he had to push himself up to avoid slipping to the floor. And then Emily began in earnest. 

Just watching her head bob up and down on his cock nearly got him off. Her hair was styled nicely in a way that proclaimed her to be a wife and mother, and her clothing announced her as a rather well-to-do woman, yet she was sucking his dick! God, what a sight. And the feeling of her silken tongue and the hot confines of her mouth were unbelievable. The mouth, and the lightly gripping hand that moved in tandem with it, were really too much. He wasn't going to last. He was going to ruin his reputation as a man with stamina.

"Emily, I . . . I'm going to . . ."

"Cum all over my face," she said, moving her mouth just far enough away from his cock head to speak. "Well, yes, please do." She replaced her mouth, her tongue, on his manhood and sucked lightly at the glans while picking up the tempo of her hand. It was when she looked up into his eyes as she blew him, that he lost it. 

His first spurt hit her on the cheek as she removed him from her mouth just in time. She pumped him, smiling, and aimed the next shot had her forehead where it mingled with her auburn hair. She pumped his load out onto her other cheek and her nose and finally into her opened mouth and onto her tongue. She swallowed that load.

"Oh, hell," he sighed, nearly crying from the pleasure. "That was . . ."

"That was fun," Emily finished as she tucked his half erect penis into his shorts. Then she slid closer and rested her elbows on his thighs and smiled at him. "I won't tell if you don't," she said. 

"Tell? Oh, God, no." He stared at her as his jism ran down her cheek to drip onto her blouse. 

Emily used the tip of one finger to gather up the cum from her cheeks and then sucked it off. The thick fluid on her forehead was pushed back into her hair like mousse. 

"I bet I can talk your wife into playing around," she said. 

"Oh, no, I doubt it," he said. 

"I'm very motivated," she told him, standing. "I want to feel you slamming that cock into my cunt. I want to feel your cum inside me. But I'd feel uncomfortable if Gail wasn't in on it. Besides, my husband is pretty eager to fuck her, too. One of us will convince her."

Lee stood and zipped his pants. "Well, I guess I wouldn't bet against the two of you."

"No, you better not," Emily said. "Say, while us girls are having the shower, the boys are going to go out on the town. They weren't sure if you'd like to join them in what they'll be up to, so they didn't ask you."

"Well, I guess my life isn't so sheltered that I can't go out for a few drinks with the boys," he told her. 

"It's going to be more than drinks," she said. "Remember how I told you Robert and I have an open relationship? Well, we're not the only ones in town who do. We're letting our husbands prowl at will tonight."

Emily took a sip of the coffee she'd poured for herself and then headed toward the door with the white ejaculate still visible in her hair and the drip of it drying on her blouse. "I'd better move along. Come to our place at six if you want to play with the big boys. Bye now."

She was through the door and gone so fast that it was easy to think she'd been just another of his fantasies. But the limp and happy feeling of his cock confirmed that she'd been there. She'd been there very much in the flesh.

#

Emily drove home smiling to herself. Obviously, her "drunken" slips a couple weeks back had been on his mind since then. She knew damn well he wouldn't have given in so quickly if he hadn't been thinking of her. He was a man, so she had expected him to give in, just not so quickly. She hoped that he'd go out with the boys. He'd enjoy the bookstore. He was an educated man after all.

#

Gail arrived home to find her husband acting awkwardly toward her. It was as though they'd just met, and she wasn't sure why. Was he coming down with something? But, when he said, "Gail stopped by this morning," she suddenly knew what was on his mind. Emily had told her she was going to seduce her husband sometime, and Gail had supposed that the day of her punishment was as good a time as any. She smiled, wondering where in the house he and her friend had sex. 

"What did she want?" Gail asked. 

"Just to talk to you," he said, too quickly. "Nothing much."

"Oh." Gail went to their bedroom and changed her clothing into something comfortable for the day. The bed was in the same state of disrepair as when she'd left for work. Nobody had disturbed it. When she returned to the kitchen, she said, "Honey, have you ever thought about group sex?"

"What?" He nearly dropped the peanut butter sandwich he was making. 

"Oh, just another survey," she said. "Apparently, around three quarters of men polled thought about group sex. Having it, you know, not just thinking. I was wondering if you ever did."

A couple weeks ago, Lee would have lied. He would have told her that he'd never even considered such a thing, and why would he need anything but her? A couple days ago, even, he would have lied. Today, however, he said, "Yes, I have. Sure." He tired to look casual saying it, but admitting even that much to his wife was making him hard. After Emily's visit, the possibility of such an event was so much more likely. 

"Really?" Gail didn't seem surprised in the least. "It's good to know that you're normal."

"Absolutely normal," he said, kissing her cheek as she opened the refrigerator and peered inside. 

"Do you think about really doing it, or just ponder the concept itself?" She didn't look at him and just tossed the question off like any idle conversation. 

"I . . ." Lee suddenly realized that he would love to see his wife having sex. Himself, too, of course, but especially his wife. He'd love to see her with two men. "I don't know, really. But I'm inclined to think that it would be fun. But only with you there, of course."

"Of course." She carried a bag of sandwich meat over to the counter and opened the bread. "It would be kind of fun, wouldn't it? I'd hate to get old and die without having done everything I wanted to do."




Neighborly Relations Pt. 22



"Is this something you've been thinking about?"

"Yes, I have." Gail looked at him seriously. "Emily and Robert have an open marriage. I don't know how open, exactly, but apparently several of the people living in their neighborhood are open like that. They like to have parties. Group things."

"Really?" 

"Yes, really. I'd never really thought about it, but when Emily told me about the marriage and hinted at the rest, I got thinking about it for damn sure."

Lee had nothing more to say. All he could do was stand there dumbfounded and stare at his wife while his cock pulsed in his pants. 

"It's something to consider anyway," Gail said, cutting her sandwich in half and taking it to the table. 

She sat in the very chair where he'd been sitting when Emily sucked his cock. Life was getting to be more than a little bit strange. 

It was going to get stranger still. 

To Be Continued . . .