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Nice Neighbors Ch. 01

By: Lauries Husband



(This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.)

In my mind, it was better than winning the Lottery. Sure, all that cash would be nice, but we really liked what we did for a living. And sometimes, recognition for a job well-done is even better than the money.

It seemed that the forces of the universe were solidly on our side. Within the last few months, both Laurie, my wife of thirty-five years, and I were offered our dream jobs. I would be the new chair of the Philosophy Department at Stone College and she was picked as the newest Superintendant of the public school system in the beautiful, upstate New York community of Eagle Rock – coincidentally, the home of Stone College.

What made this especially nice was that Lisa, our twenty-six year-old daughter, was employed at a private "think tank" only two towns away. She was two months away from signing a new apartment lease when we got our news and flew out there to start house-hunting. Thankfully, the college staff had done an excellent job of screening the available homes in the range we wanted and we were able to start the purchase of a large, modern house in what seemed to be a quiet and well-maintained suburban neighborhood where most of the homes backed on to a country club golf course.

The house was large enough that having Lisa back home (if she wanted) and Matt living there between semesters at graduate school was a welcome thought. There were plenty of rooms for all our different activities and the communal rooms were large and comfortable as well. There was a semi-enclosed pool/Jacuzzi combo off the side of the back patio that was mostly hidden behind thick, tall shrubs from our neighbors on that side.

We started the paperwork and flew back home to get our old house ready to be sold and all our belongings packed up and shipped. Several weeks seemed to fly by and we were lucky enough to get an offer for the old place. So with nothing left to do, Laurie and I drove our cars across the Midwest and after a few days of leisurely driving, stopping several times to play golf, we finally arrived in New York. The first night there we stayed at a local motel, planning on meeting the movers at our new home first thing in the morning.

Laurie was looking every bit the MILF as she dressed to work in short camp-shorts and a plain white T-shirt that was just a little too small to tuck into her shorts. A year-round schedule of tennis and swimming along with twice-a-week visits to the gym has kept my fifty-something wife trim, fit and looking and feeling like a girl in her late thirties. And while not quite as active as she is, I have also maintained a level of fitness that wouldn't embarrass either of us. We also like to think that the nature of our sex lives also contributes to our well-being.

It was a gorgeous, sunny late summer day, already over 80 degrees by the time the truck pulled up at 9:00am. Just unloading our stuff from the cars after we had arrived had both of us sweating, and in Laurie's case, that meant her damp cotton cover was sticking to her braless breasts and showcasing them whenever she moved. It was something the young men from the moving company noticed immediately.

The two twenty-something boys were from our old town. In fact, they had both gone to high school with our kids, graduating in the same class as Lisa. We had known them forever, it seemed, and they had always been more than polite whenever we'd run into them. After checking their business out and getting nothing but good comments, hiring them seemed to be a no-brainer. Now, miles from anyone we knew, they seemed to be the ones checking us out!

Both boys were big and muscular, at least six or seven inches taller than me. Jeff, Lisa's closer friend of the two, was a rugged looking man with sandy colored hair and an interesting face. Paul, a very good-looking Hispanic man was as dark as Jeff was light. They shook hands with me but then, one at a time, both guys embraced Laurie and gave her quick kisses on the cheek.

"Jeez, Mrs. ¬¬¬___," Jeff said as he took Laurie by the arm, "I haven't seen boobs that nice since...well, Lisa, I guess." Laurie smiled and moved closer to the young man. "Are you guys," his eyes swung towards me, "still playing? I mean, Lisa told me a while ago. I got her on Facebook after we talked about your move and she assumed, I guess, that I had already been with you."

Laurie's smile told me all I needed to know. She moved even closer to him, rose up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Jeff, first of all, please call me Laurie, ok? Are you saying you young men are attracted to an old married lady like me?" Her eyes dropped to her T-shirt where her nipples threatened to rip the material apart. "And anyway, how can you say something like that..." her eyes rolled over my way but her smile just got wider "in front of my husband?"

Paul laughed and gestured towards Jeff. "He told me Lisa said her daddy likes it when you play...likes to be a bitch for you and your playmates." He looked over at me, appraising me. My heart rate increased and my cock started filling with blood. But luckily, I felt, I regained a little control – hey, we had work to do!

As calmly as I could, I looked away from Paul and back to Jeff. "Listen," my voice was surprisingly normal, "I understand what you guys want. We," I looked towards Laurie for a second, "probably do, too. Maybe even more than you." I smiled. "But, we have stuff that can't wait – that stuff can." I looked pointedly at Jeff's hand, now cupping my wife's braless breast from underneath. "I really didn't plan on paying you guys thousands of dollars to fondle my wife's tits."

Jeff removed his hand as we all laughed. "I propose that if we get a majority of the stuff unloaded and set up...including the extra-large king size bed in the master bedroom...by late afternoon, we can knock off and play. You guys can spend the night here, and we'll finish in the morning. But no playing before this afternoon – if then."

Three big grins met my eyes. And then Paul cleared his throat. "Uhm...what I said, Mr. ___, I didn't mean any disrespect, you know?" He blushed – it was kinda cute.

I looked him straight in the eye, my face as neutral as I could make it. "Please, call me Steve. Later, you can call me bitch or whatever you want. If you guys get a move on, right?"

Paul tilted his head and then grinned again. Then in a bold move, he palmed Laurie's other breast over her top and pinched her swollen nipple until she moaned. "C'mon, partner," he said to Jeff, "we got stuff to do."

We all worked hard for the next few hours. Of course, there were several times that I walked into a room and found either one of the movers in a clinch with my wife – nice, romantic kisses as they got to know each other. But the work was getting done so no one was complaining. I stopped to watch one time as Paul's mouth covered Laurie's and his big, dark hands covered the cheeks of her adorable ass. His fingertips found their way under the hem of her rather short shorts and within seconds she was whimpering in his arms. Paul looked at me and smirked. "I can see you like me playing with your wife." His eyes dropped to the tent in the front of my shorts. "Maybe I want to play with you, too." I couldn't help the jump my cock made and he saw it and laughed. "Both of you want to be my bitches...nice." He kissed Laurie and quickly got back to work. 

Laurie fell into my arms and we shared a long, loving kiss. Then smiling as she leaned back, she looked into my eyes. "We really know how to motivate, honey," she giggled. "But later, Steven...I don't know what our darling daughter actually told them, but it's been a while since we really played, you know?" She kept her smiling eyes on mine as she palmed my hard-on through my shorts. "You seem pretty excited, baby. How far do you think you want to go with these boys?" I know she felt me shudder as her words went through me.

"If I think about it, darling," I tried to match her smile but my voice was a little shaky, "I would say that Jeff wants to fuck you to fulfill a mother/daughter fantasy – very rare to find a mom and her little girl both so hot." We shared a knowing smile. "I think his interest is mostly with you. Paul, on the other hand..."

"Steven," Laurie interrupted with a real sense of urgency, "can you still take it? Everything?" I looked at her, not sure I understood. "I think I know what you were going to say," she continued with a new sense of passion. "He's different, baby. He makes me feel strange...have strange thoughts." Her lust-filled eyes started to glow as her fingers gripped my steel-hard shaft. "Listen to me, Steven."

Her voice changed while she spoke. Suddenly I remember when I'd heard it before and I lost the ability to breathe, my guts were tied in knots. Many years earlier, Laurie became involved with a young, handsome Mexican man and one night, after being with him, he'd had to drop her off at a small bar his friends inhabited where I was to pick her up. He had an appointment and his friends were supposed to watch out for her. I was a little late and by the time I got there, the boys had introduced my wife to tequila shooters and Mexican machismo. And she fell instantly in love with both.

I walked into a dark, almost empty saloon – one man behind the bar and four men sitting with Laurie in a booth towards the back. As I got closer, I saw hands all over her chest and one guy nuzzling her neck. No one looked like the man Laurie had described to me several times and I guess I got a little over-anxious. I rushed towards the table and the next thing I was aware of was jerking awake while one of the guys from the booth was slapping my face and holding me down on a chair. I tried to get up, but that only resulted in a short, quick punch to my groin. As I groaned from the pain, I heard my tequila-soaked wife laughing as one of the men brought her over to the chair. "Really?" I heard her ask the man holding me down. "Just like that?" It was her small fist that delivered the next strike. Coached by the man holding me down, she delivered a perfect right cross to my sore, swollen genitals – laughing the entire time. Through the ringing in my ears I heard her say "Fuck, Julio! I swear I just came from doing it!" 

"If you don't tell me 'no' right now, I will hurt you later, my love, physically and mentally." Her dark pink fingernails seemed to ignore the material of my clothes and pressed into my cock. I moaned as she took complete control – it had been so long. Her eyes became slits and her voice almost breathless. "So will he, Steven...I will tell him to hurt you, too." Her other hand slid up the leg of my shorts and found my shaved scrotum. She grabbed my balls and started to tug them down almost violently. "Don't you dare cum now. You know the rules, cuckyboy. And I notice you're not saying 'no'." She smirked as she gave my sac one more squeeze. "I think you knew something like this might happen, Steven, as soon as you hired this big, dark, beautiful Mexican man to move us." I felt the blood rush across my face and I knew she would take that as an admission. I was still looking down as she left the room and got back to work.

I passed her in the kitchen – she was calling in a pizza delivery order for lunch – and she told me to tell the boys (I think she was feeling very MILF'y at that point) that lunch would arrive in about an hour. Laurie told me to make sure the patio table and chairs were unloaded and set up for lunch – she wanted to eat by the pool.

I had just finished when the doorbell rang. Grabbing my wallet, I paid the delivery guy and took the boxes out back to the patio. Jeff and Paul were sitting at the table and I got there just as Laurie came through the sliding glass door from the den overlooking the pool. She had our immediate attention – even from across the blue water – in her tiny white bikini. With a little girl's grin, she dove in faultlessly and swam underwater until she reached the wall nearest the table.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked as her head popped out of the water, her hands on the top of the tile. "It's so cold, but it feels so great!" And with no further words or warnings, Laurie boosted herself up to her feet on the edge of the pool. As she stood in the mid-day sun, before two men almost thirty years her junior and her husband of thirty-five years, she was totally confident that what they would see would please all of them in one way or another.

It was her favorite suit. Almost invisible when wet, it dried to a nice opaque white. And it dried quickly, too. The top offered minimal support, more for coverage than anything else. When wet, it looked like she wore white lace as an enticement. The bottom was three strings and a tiny triangle that barely covered her clit, leaving half of her fleur-de-lis tattoo uncovered on her smooth, shaved pubic mound. When wet, of course, her slit was totally visible and her lips were discernable if she was excited enough.

Neither of the young men uttered a word as she walked barefoot across the patio to the table. Jeff pulled out a chair for her and she sat between them, letting them stare as the sun and the heat slowly took the graphic view away.

"Dude," Paul said to me, his attitude evident in his voice, "you let your wife act like this in front of other men? You really are a cornudo, a cuckold, huh?" He was shaking his head as he reached for a slice.

"Excuse me," Laurie broke in after a bite, "but he doesn't let me do anything, vaquero. This girl makes her own decisions, understand?"

Paul took a small bottle of water and poured it over Laurie's top, her flushed breasts and swollen nipples becoming visible to all. He tossed the bottle towards me and then palmed my wife's tit. "Very nice," he smirked, "I like a girl with a little fire inside." He let her go and resumed eating as though nothing had happened. But I saw the look pass across Laurie's face. She was already feeling his heat and she let all of us know by turning into him and kissing him long and hard. 

It was the kind of kiss that makes everything else seem unimportant. She glided from her chair onto his thick, strong thigh rocking lightly back and forth. Without breaking their kiss, her hand found his and guided it down to the table, took the pizza out of his grasp and then placed his fingers over her flushed and swollen breast. He pulled on her nipple as she moaned into his mouth. There were three erections and one (I thought) very wet pussy around that table.

We were all quite surprised when a nice looking young woman of about twenty announced herself from behind us about ten feet away.

"Uhm, hi? Sorry I interrupted." She was holding out her hand, unsure about what she had just witnessed at the table. "I'm Katie. Your, uhm, next door neighbor. I knocked...really...then I heard you out here." She turned a nice shade of crimson as she got close enough to see Laurie's dark pink swollen nipples through the translucent top. "Oh...God...I really am sorry. I should go..."

I looked at her as she stammered her apologies. Cute. Better than cute. Hazel eyes under a short, straight bob of glimmering dark hair. Nicely built, she looked athletic, strong. Stronger, I thought, than the nervous, excited girl we were currently seeing. I stood up to make introductions.

"Please," I said with a slightly shaky voice, "no need to be sorry...just having a little lunch break. Katie, is it?" She nodded, still looking quite anxious but also more than a little excited. "Katie, I'm Steve ____, and this lovely lady behind me is my wife, Laurie." I turned around to see my naughty wife still perched on Paul's thigh but turned halfway around to meet our new neighbor. Paul continued to nuzzle her neck and his hand never moved from her breast as she greeted Katie with a big smile. "And this is Jeff and Paul," I nodded towards the table, "our, uhm, movers." I knew my face was totally flushed – I can't remember the last time I felt so embarrassed. "Would you like a drink? Or a little lunch?"

Katie, not quite knowing what to say, wisely said nothing as she surveyed the scene before her, her bright, inquisitive eyes taking in every detail. Gradually a smile formed across her face – first her mouth relaxed and then her eyes crinkled up at the ends. 

"No, thanks," her smile was becoming a little smirky, "I don't think you need any more guests at this little party. I really just wanted to say hello..." she started to giggle as she stepped past me and stood next to Laurie and Paul, "to my new boss." I heard my wife gasp as the young woman slid one hand over the breast that Paul wasn't holding, Then the gasping stopped completely as Katie covered Laurie's mouth with her own, their tongues licking each others' lips. Katie broke the kiss but kept her fingers busy, pulling and twisting the thick, swollen bud on the tip of Laurie's firm, round tit. 

Her smile was devastating as she gazed at each of us in turn, ending up looking directly at Laurie. "Superintendant," she started and Laurie shook her head like she was waking herself out of a dream. "I'm sure you will get a formal notice from the School Board soon, but anyway, the woman you met during your interviews, she was gonna be your PA, right? But she had to leave – her husband was transferred – but anyway, I'm your new PA! Isn't that great?"

Laurie groaned as Katie punctuated her announcement with a tight pinch on her new boss' nip. They kissed again and this time, the domineering young woman slid her fingers under Laurie's bikini, using the back of her hand to move the thin, white material off of her breast, leaving it bare and in everyone's clear sight. Her other hand slid down Laurie's back, her fingers pointed down. This time I was the one who gasped as her middle finger slid through my wife's ass crack until she was stopped by Paul's hard, muscular leg.

She just looked at Laurie like they'd done this a million times before. "Stand up a little, boss." And Laurie responded the way she did to any dominant personality – her face flushed a deep red and her breathing got shallow and fast. She stood up enough that her hot, juicy cunt no longer touched her swarthy Mexican cowboy. My heart, mind, and cock all jumped simultaneously as I saw more of the true depth of the young woman revealed. She rewarded my compliant, submissive wife with a thank you, a kiss and a loving lick of her nipple for standing up as requested. My knees almost buckled as I watched her saliva drip from the tip of Laurie's tit. Then they started kissing again. 

This time though, there was no doubt about who was in control. She lifted Paul's hand off of Laurie's breast and told him he could make himself useful by untying the bikini top. When it looked like he might say something, her fingers grabbed his swollen tool. "Nice, boss...if you dig big dicks." She looked at Paul. "Play nice now, you might even learn something." She dropped his cock and resumed her passionate, probing French kiss, her tongue moving so seductively around Laurie's lips and in her sweet mouth. Katie's right hand was still exploring my wife's tight ass when her left hand slid down from Laurie's chest, over the soft curve of her flat, tanned stomach and finally to her smooth-shaven mound as her fingers slid under the tiny scrap of bikini-bottom that barely covered her sex.

Laurie was moaning into her young, beautiful (yes, she became more beautiful as she became more dominant) PA's mouth as her excitement grew. I heard the tell-tale sounds of a climax starting to build as my eyes, along with the now silent movers', stared at Katie's hands. They were moving faster and faster – two of her fingers in front plunging in and out of the wet cunt I know so well and her fingers in back just as busy having invaded Laurie's backdoor. Her moans grew louder and longer as Katie's fingers kept up their steady assault until finally, as I saw my wife's stomach muscles start to roll that certain way, Katie broke their kiss once more. Her head dropped immediately to Laurie's breast, her teeth around the thick, hard nipple in a heartbeat and one tiny, sharp bite was all it took to send Laurie completely over the edge. Her high-pitched wail shocked all of us before drifting away with the last of her orgasmic shudders.


Nice Neighbors Ch. 01



Katie backed away, stepping past me again. This time, she stopped just to my side.

"And you," she chuckled and I thought once again how cute she was, "the happy husband right out of Penthouse Letters." Her hand shot out and grabbed my erection through my shorts. She wasn't so cute any more. "It's rather funny, you know, kind of ironic. The University screened the whole neighborhood to make sure it was good enough for the new Department Chairman." Her nails were longer than Laurie's and I felt all five of them press into my genitals. "Isn't that a scream?"

She let me go and backed up another few feet. She pulled a cell phone out of her pocket and took several pictures before we could even react. She snapped it shut and started to walk away. "Oh, boss," she turned around with a wicked little grin, "send your little cuck-hubby over to knock on my door when you start partying with these boy-toys. You don't mind if I play too, do you?"

To be continued...



Nice Neighbors Ch. 02



 (Please read Chapter 1 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.)

*

The telephone was ringing at the other end, each brrrrinnngggg raising the caller's anxiety level. "Where are you, Evan?" she thought to herself. "Pick up, bro! Be there, bitch!" Brrrrin -- 

"Hey, little sis," Evan Bell caught her name on his phone before he accepted the call. He had just returned to his office after a lunch-time run around the cross-country course in the woods bordering the Stone College campus. She could hear his heavy breathing and it made her heart beat just a little faster. "Just got back -- gotta shower before my next class. What's up, sweetheart?" 

Katie had walked into an empty house -- mother and father both out for the afternoon. She grabbed a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and climbed the stairs to her room on the second floor. Not bothering to shut her door, she stripped down to her panties and put on a 'wife beater' T-shirt before stretching out on her bed and making the call.

She pictured her older brother standing in the shower, beads of hot water rolling down his slim, athletic physique. He was about 6'2" starting with sun-lightened sandy blond hair and his smooth flesh didn't get much darker. His sports and exercise regimen has kept his body harder and more fit at twenty-five than he was at eighteen. And while Katie's sexual preference was almost always female, she could not deny the desire she felt for him whenever they were together -- ever since that first time five years before.

*****

It's not that they were particularly close growing up -- five years is quite a spread between an older boy and his younger sister. She wasn't even out of middle school before he started college and moved into a dorm. But as Katie grew older, her brother always found enough time to show her how interested he was in her life and how completely supportive of her he was whether at home or when he was at school and they spoke on the phone. 

The real change in their relationship came during Christmas vacation her senior year in high school. One evening while their parents were out finishing the holiday shopping, Evan took a thin joint his roommate had given him down to the den. He figured he could smoke it by the fireplace while watching TV. He hadn't figured on his little sister coming in. But after a few hesitant exchanges, Katie accepted his offer to smoke it together.

That was the night she first told anyone her secret and Evan was feeling a little overwhelmed by the trust she placed in him. He pledged in turn that he would always be honest with her. Her eyes, glazed over from the pot, caught her brother's and put him to the test immediately. "Tell me the first thing you thought about when I told you there's a girl in my class I want to date." Her smile dared him to say anything other than the truth.

"Oh, my little Katie-baby is growing up," he smiled warmly at his little sister. "Are you sure you want to know? Your big brother is a man, not a boy like your high school friends." She waited for his answer. "I'm sorry, Katie...I didn't mean to..." He lifted her chin until she was looking directly into his eyes. "I thought about you with another girl -- I pictured you and one of your friends, naked...kissing." He felt his cock starting to grow and he couldn't go on.

"Oh my God, Ev," she cried out to him, "that is so hot!" Her eyes dropped pointedly to the tent in the front of his pants. "Geez, bro," she nodded towards his lap, "is that, you know, my fault?" The teenager hard a hard time getting the words out of her mouth. Her friends had all talked about their boyfriends' dicks, but Katie had never really seen one up close and personal. Between the pot, her confession and Evan's pledge to tell the truth, Katie was willing to let the evening take her where it would.

There was no way any words would get past his lips, but he was able to nod his answer. She felt free, liberated in her brother's loving presence. She smiled at him and he felt she had never been more beautiful. "That's silly, Evan. How can you get excited thinking about me? You've never even seen me, you know, not really."

She leaned back, her hands behind her on the thick carpet, one leg bent and drawn up at the knee. She was wearing a fleece hoody over a T-shirt, sweatpants and white gym socks. She spread her feet on the carpet and followed her brother's eyes as he shifted his focus to the junction between her legs. "And God, I mean just a year ago I was just a fat little kid." Her last murmur brought a frown to both their faces.

He looked into her eyes and saw her uncertainty. "No, Babygirl...you were just a little too young, your body hadn't started to change yet..." his voice cracked a little as she started to smile, "but you've always been beautiful to me." His grin returned big time. "Now, you're hot and sexy, too."

"Do you want to, Evan? Do you want to see your baby sister all naked and exposed? Will it make you hard?" Almost twenty-three years old and all he could do was grunt and groan trying to answer her taboo suggestion. "Will you show me yours too, Ev? Please?"

It was the "please" that brought Evan back from the edge -- back far enough to take control of his hormone-driven teenage sister. A deep breath and a sip of eggnog gave him both the composure and the moisture he needed to speak again.

"Yes, if that's what you want, my beautiful Katie-baby, but only if you agree to your older brother's rules."

His answer only turned her on more. Her pulse quickened and her face flushed red and warm. She felt how damp her plain white cotton bikini panties were under her sweatpants and that only embarrassed her more. In a rush of awareness, Katie realized that she started reacting totally submissively as soon as Evan took command. She had never felt that way before, not in front of a real, live person. She liked it -- a lot! She let go of her inhibitions, putting all her trust into her older brother.

She nodded. "Please tell me your rules, Evan." Her flesh caught fire when she saw the glow in his eyes behind his smile.

"Listen carefully, my sister, there are only two rules." Evan couldn't believe his long-time fantasies about his sexy baby sister might finally be coming true. "When I call you 'Katie-baby' you are mine. Heart and soul, mind and body -- you belong to me. You will do whatever I ask of you...whatever I tell you to do... immediately and without question."

The sound of her heart beating and the ringing in her ears almost prevented her from hearing the last words he spoke. She had spent many late nights getting herself off after re-reading her favorite passages from "Slaves of Gor" and fantasizing about what it would be like to serve someone like that. She nodded her head.

"Rule number two is even easier, Katie-baby."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Katie Bell, high school senior, melted into a warm pool of love and devotion. She had never wanted to kiss or be kissed by anyone more than she wanted her brother that very moment.

"The very first time you break rule number one, I stop calling you by your special name -- forever." His eyes had switched from a deep, loving warmth to a very cold and distant chill almost instantaneously. Her heart stopped and a million thoughts swept through her mind at the same time. But she fought her momentary confusion by concentrating on the years of love and support Evan had already given her.

"I agree, Evan." The words poured out once she let herself start. "I agree to everything, brother." She brought herself back up straight until they were both kneeling on the thick carpeting, facing each other in front of the fireplace. She moved even closer and put her hands behind his neck, pulling his face next to her own. She raised her self just a bit to put her mouth next to his ear. "I have always been yours." She brought her mouth to his, her full, soft lips molding themselves to his as they kissed like lovers for the first time.

She agreed and they grew closer than most siblings ever do. Evan took control immediately and the semi-naïve, eighteen year-old high school girl couldn't believe the sensations that overwhelmed her when her college-age brother looked silently at her for the longest minute of all time before he told her to strip for him. Her face flushed a deep crimson and her flesh tingled all over making her sweet pink nipples swell against her thin cotton bra. She moaned as she felt her tiny pink pussy start leaking clear, sweet girl-juice into her panties. She had fantasized about a moment like this for years and she just couldn't wait another minute to expose herself to her brother's hungry eyes. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to rip the clothes she was wearing right off her curvy teenage body. Instead, she forced her hands and fingers to move slowly and deliberately.

First unzipping and then shedding her hoody, she kept glancing at her brother with lust-filled eyes, her focus shifting from his face to his crotch. She loved seeing his trouser-tent twitch as she stood before him and began removing her sweatpants.

Evan groaned as his baby sister hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slid the comfy, gray pants down her pale, smooth legs. When she stood up again, her panty-covered, virgin sex was only inches away from his face and she knew the cotton had to be almost transparent from soaking up all her sexy secretions. Total embarrassment flooded through her again as the scent of her fresh, young cunt permeated the air, knowing her brother could smell it and tell how excited she was.

From his knees, Evan scanned upwards until his eyes locked on Katie's. He barely whispered the words but he knew she heard him by the way her legs trembled and her knees began to shake. "Don't move, Katie-baby."

He moved his arms around her hips until she felt his hands, fingers spread wide, grip the full, round, muscular cheeks of her sexy curved ass. More gently than she could have imagined, her older brother pulled her forward until the tip of his nose lightly grazed the damp cotton. He felt the tremor roll through her as she fought to stand still. When he sensed she felt in control, the handsome, athletic, dreamy older brother (whom all her friends said they'd fuck in a heartbeat), drew her even closer and ever so slowly and delicately he romantically kissed her panty-clad cunt, his tongue curling over and around her dark hair-covered mound before he backed away.

"Sweet," he said softly as he looked up at her, her face a kaleidoscope of thoughts and emotions. "Kneel down again." She dropped to her knees, quick to please and anxious to continue what had been started. "Keep going, Katie-baby." His voice was getting harder again as his eyes burned through the thin cotton top, scalding her breasts and reminding her of promises made to each other and to themselves.

Her fingers dropped to the hem of her T-shirt and she started to lift, revealing her firm, slightly rounded tummy and the flair of her hips. Her young emerging womanhood was constantly changing the shape of her body -- some days more than others -- but that night she was pleased with what she exposed and knew her brother would be as well. She watched his eyes tracking her progress -- his covered cock growing as it signaled every increase in Evan's pleasure. As soon as she pulled the shirt over her head, leaving herself in bra, panties and cotton socks, she heard his voice again.

"Hands above your head, my beautiful baby sister...leave them there." The complete control her brother possessed enthralled the hormone-driven teenager. Waves of electric excitement rolled over her flesh, tightening her pink nipples and teasing her swollen clit. She felt her tight little pussy throb in time with her heartbeat -- so close to climax without really being touched -- as she held her arms straight above her head. Evan moved even closer to his sister, only inches separating them as they knelt on the floor in front of the fireplace. Careful not to touch her burning skin, he slid his arms around her back where his fingers found the thin back strap and clasp of her bra. Pinching the material released the tiny hooks but her raised arms held the garment in place, the cups loose against her budding adolescent breasts. Again, carefully avoiding skin-to-skin contact, he brought his hands back around to her front where he gingerly held the soft, white cotton cups up against her, momentarily preserving her modesty.

"Hands down now, Katie-baby." He heard the quick gasp and knew instantly that she was every bit as excited and anxious about this as he was. Her long arms started their journey downward, drawing the shoulder straps of the bra to her upper arms. Evan took each of her hands in his as he scooted back to give her more room. As he drew her arms lower, the straps followed until the only reason the cups hadn't fallen was they were held in place, caught on her hard, rubbery nipples.

"My baby sister really is a naughty girl," he murmured as his eyes moved from the tops of her creamy, white tits up to her adorable face, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed with excitement. "You want to show your big brother your cute teenage tits, don't you Katie?"

"Uh huh," she whispered so softly he barely could hear her. Her eyes were locked on the front of his pants, watching a dark spot grow at the end of his obvious erection.

"I know you do, little girl. You know how I know, Katie-baby?" His voice changed and she looked up at his face, a deadly sexy smile playing across his lips. She dropped her chin, coyly shook her head playing the innocent flirt. Evan was having none of it -- he was in control and he needed her to understand that.

"I can smell you, baby girl -- I can smell your cunt." His voice was flat and firm leaving no doubt in her mind that he was serious about everything he said earlier.

No sooner were the words past his lips when the electrical storm started raging across her beautiful, round and firm teenage body. Her face burned with a sudden shame -- she felt so humiliated, all naked and exposed. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Yet unbelievably, she felt those emotions drive wave after wave of desire through her soaking pussy as she dripped into the cotton panties. And within seconds, her loss of control allowed the cups still covering her to escape the hold of her extended nipples and fall about her waist.

"Oh, Katie, my love," Evan was breathless with wonder and adoration, "you are..your breasts...my God, they're just perfect."

Her eyes rolled back and her body started to arc, her young, emerging tits pushed up and out as if waiting to be inspected while Katie watched the light show on the back of her eyelids and her orgasm flowed over and through her ultra-sensitive flesh. When the erotic waves subsided enough, the awe-struck teen opened her eyes and looked at her older brother, not believing the expression on his face.

"They're hardly perfect, Ev...they're too small and my nipples are too light but mostly..."

His expression changed immediately -- she felt like lightning bolts were shooting out of his eyes. "Stop right now!" His voice never changed volume, but she understood exactly what was going on and shut her mouth immediately.

"It's only because I didn't specifically tell you not to speak that I am not walking away from you now, Katie." He held his hand up to silence her before she could apologize. "I will next time, baby sister, so be careful." Then, like magic, his expression changed back to what is had been only a moment earlier, full of love, lust and wonder.

"Perfect," he muttered again before speaking directly to her. "Stand up, Katie-baby," he tapped the carpet between his knees, "right here." She hopped up immediately, her foot kicking her bra away as it fell to the floor. "Turn around." His voice was getting heavy again, throatier, full of want and need. "Stand still, darling, while your big brother strips your plain white, little girl panties off your tight round ass."

It seemed like neither of them breathed at all as Evan brought his trembling fingers to his younger sister's hips. He knew how bad they were being, but the tall, handsome college student was no stranger to forbidden relationships. And from the waves of lust-riddled heat rising off her perfectly rounded, firm and fit teenage ass, he guessed his baby sister wasn't opposed to a little incestuous play, either. But, he sighed to himself, she's just too young. Maybe, his smile returning just a little as he rethought his position, too young to touch -- but not too young to play with until her next birthday. His fingers found the narrow strips resting on the sexy little curve of her maturing hips, pulled them away from her steamy flesh, and peeled them down her beautifully trim and fit legs. She stepped out of them without a word, kicking them over by her discarded bra. The highly aroused high schooler felt the warmth of her brother's breath as she stood with her back to him, her apple-shaped ass just inches from his face as she wondered why he hadn't touched her yet and wanting him to with all her heart.

"Spread your legs." His voice sounded low and gravelly, his breathing uneven as he watched her move her legs outside his knees. "Jesus, Katie," he could barely speak as he tried to keep himself from cumming in his pants, "I can see all of you -- everything." Once again the twin feelings of shame and humiliation started to dominate the young girl's erotic persona, driving her towards a place she'd only glimpsed at before.

"Pull your cheeks apart for me."

She moaned from a deep, dark place inside herself as she brought her hands behind her and spread her fingers over each perfect cheek. She pulled as slowly and sensuously as she could, picturing her crack spreading before her brother's eyes, exposing her most private, dirty place to his dominating and demanding eyes. When she felt his moist, warm breath directly on her dusky, puckered ring, she knew their relationship had been changed forever. Still, though, he had yet to touch her and her anxiety was growing along with all her other conflicting feelings and strange emotions.

"Bend over, little girl -- touch your hands to the ground."

She gasped at his command, waves of electrical energy flowing through her, sparking every nerve ending in her body. She dropped from her waist, legs still straight and spread slightly more than shoulder width until her palms rested on the plush carpeting. She had to make herself breathe as she pictured her brother's view from behind. The shame and humiliation brought by such personal exposure returned from just minutes earlier, but at ten times the intensity. The high school cutie had never had dreams or fantasies as intense as this! She heard him laugh softly and her body reacted immediately, girl-juice leaking out of her tiny, pink slit making her feel even more ashamed and excited.

"Oh fuck, Katie-baby! Mmmm...little sister, I can see your cherry."

He sounded so masterful and dominant and she loved the thought of pleasing him any way he might require. Katie's mind was finding a new, dark place where she could turn her utter degradation into sublime pleasure as her brother's nasty, naughty words turned her on more and more.

Evan glanced down at the front of his pants and saw the dark spot starting to expand. He knew he couldn't stay like this much longer before exploding in his boxers. He backed away and stood behind his sister.

"Geez, Katie, even your asshole is cute." She started trembling, her legs unsteady. "Unh uh...no no...stand up RIGHT NOW, little girl." Katie pulled herself up, slowly bringing her legs together. "No cumming without permission when we're together. Understood?" Katie turned to face her brother and nodded.




Nice Neighbors Ch. 02



"Good," he continued softly. "You were very good, Katie-baby, so now I'll keep my promise to you." Her heart raced as her eyes dropped to his middle. "Where would you like me? How do you want me? You may answer, little girl."

"Right here, Evan. Please lay down...uhm, I mean will you take off your clothes first?" She felt like she might be pushing him a little so the sexy teenager gave him her best little girl voice and said, "I promise, Master, next time I will strip you myself...like your little slave should." She flushed a warm crimson color as the words left her mouth. She realized that at that particular moment, there was nothing she wanted more. Her brother seemed to feel it as well and started taking off his clothes. When he was down to his boxers, he sat down on the carpet, raised his muscular butt and slid them down his legs and off his feet. He put his hands behind his head, stretched his legs straight out and lowered his upper body until he lay before his younger sister, naked and aroused, his penis erect and his balls swollen with sperm.

Katie dropped to her knees at her brother's side and bent over his waist, her nipples agonizingly close to his skin. She turned her face away from his groin and looked into her brother's eyes. She tried to stop them, but tears started rolling down her cheek and falling onto him.

"It's beautiful, Evan." She smiled through her tears. "Evan, don't you like the way I look?"

"Of course I do, Katie...I've told you over and over. Why would you ask that? Why are you crying, baby?"

"God, Evan, what do you think? You've been looking at me and teasing me for hours -- but you haven't touched me at all. What's wrong with me? Do you still think I'm ugly and fat?"

Evan sat up and put his arms over his sister's shoulders drawing her close into a warm embrace. "Listen to me, Katie," he spoke quietly and calmly like a good older brother, "First of all I never thought you were fat -- never. I knew that all it would take was time until your body changed from girl to woman -- from square to round. And personally, I can't tell you how much more I appreciate curves than straight lines."

She could hear the smile in his voice and her tears started to slow. "I can't wait to take my Katie-baby shopping for a new bikini this summer." He started a low, dirty chuckle. "Fuck, Katie, we're gonna find the skimpiest, sexiest suit we can. I can't wait until I make you wear it when Dad's out at the pool!"

The tears were gone and the teenager was trembling again. Evan kissed her lightly on the lips and laid back down before her. "Second, my little darling, I thought you were beautiful the day you came home from the hospital and my opinion has never changed. Just like your body, your face is kind of changing shape, too -- going from 'aw shucks' cute to kind of late teenage hot." She kept looking into his eyes for any signs of deception and found none -- only growing evidence of lust and desire.

"And God knows, Katie...I want to be touching you more than anything I've ever wanted." She started to interrupt but he kept speaking. "No, honey, listen to me. I'm almost twenty-three and you're only eighteen. No matter how consensual our actions might be...regardless of how we feel and what we want to do...I won't take the chance, I won't put you in that position." He saw the disappointment on her face, the half-smile and the tears start to form in her eyes again. "But," he said, "you will be nineteen when I'm home for winter break next year. And, Katie-baby, I am going to make you strip for me and then I'm going to bend you over. If I don't see what I saw tonight, then I will spank my little slave's ass until you can't sit down for a week, understand?" Katie gasped and nodded, her heart in her throat. "Who do you belong to, Katie-baby?"

"You, Evan." Her voice broke with emotion. "Only you."

"Who owns those super-cute tits?"

"You."

"That beautiful pussy?"

"You do, Evan...I swear I will save it for you." She looked down to his fully erect cock laying straight up across his belly, seven and one-half inches of steel hard flesh with a beautiful plum-shaped head on top of the curved shaft. She loved that it was slightly darker than the rest of him, it seemed to dominate even more. "But what can we do before then, Evan? Will you at least teach me stuff I need to know?"

"Of course -- that's perfect, Katie." The heat that poured out of his eyes melted the cute, curvy teen. "I suppose the first thing you want to learn about is the male body, huh?"

That night they explored each other's naked bodies (Evan with eyes only) and fell wickedly in love with one another. For the rest of the winter vacation, whenever they could manage to be alone, Katie continued her 'education' with her Master/brother/mentor, not only physically, but she took the time to ask whatever questions popped into her extremely inquisitive and rapidly maturing mind.

When he went back to his dorm, they continued to chat on-line and on the phone whenever they could. Evan gave his sister the courage to ask a girl in the senior class out on a date, and then listened to Katie's description afterward, his hand on his cock stroking himself the way she visualized it. With his support when he was home again over his Spring break, she was able to tell her parents about her attraction to nubile, lithe teenage girls and found that her mother shared her taste for pussy as well.

And when summer finally came around, her brother took her shopping as promised. First, though, he told her, she had to shave.

While refusal never entered her mind, the soon-to-be college freshman wasn't totally thrilled with his demand. Katie had told him when he was at school that she found herself becoming the more dominant partner with girls she started dating. At the same time, those feelings led to her sliding partly into the whole Goth thing, clothes and make-up and attitude. She asked him to recall an experience they'd shared a month earlier. One night as they watched each other via web-cam while talking on the phone, she mentioned that she started seeing someone new. When her brother asked, she described her date in total detail. "She's nineteen already, Evan," she said, "just think -- if she was your sister you'd be fucking her already." She smiled as she saw his hard, beautiful cock jump in the small window on her computer. His fingers were moving lightly over his thick, gently curved shaft. 

"She's a cheerleader, Ev. Can you believe it? God, she's so cute. Maybe five foot three, and maybe one hundred pounds." She saw his cock jump again. "And she's so tan, except little white triangles over her little boobs and her pussy, so cute, brother. It's like she's my toy, so young...no hair between her legs, her breasts are 32A-cup...and just like you would, Master, I love dominating her." His hand was moving faster, pre-cum making his cock-head glisten. "Evan," her voice grew strained and he saw her put three fingers into her cunt in the window on his PC, "that night, my little toy licked my hairy pussy...right after I peed."

She watched, moaning and groaning into the phone as rope after rope of thick, creamy cum exploded out of her brother's cock. He also watched, not believing how fast his sister was pounding her fingers into her still-virgin pussy.

"Careful," he managed to say into his phone. "Don't go too deep, Katie-baby." Her hand shifted, her fingers a blur around her clit until she came so hard she almost blacked out.

"That's a great story, little sister-slave," Evan's voice brought her back to the present. He sounded almost thoughtful when he said, "You know, Katie-baby, to be an excellent Dom first you have to be a sub -- you have to understand what being a sub is really about. But enough stalling, little one -- get in the tub!"

It was the first time he'd touched her so intimately. First his fingers furrowed through her hairy delta, fluffing it up before he used scissors to trim her thick, wild bush down to shaving length. Then both of them, brother and sister together, trembled when his fingertips smoothed the foamy shaving cream over her mound and around her tiny, pink sex lips. When he shaved her, the hand not holding the razor stretched her flesh tight. His fingers pulled and stretched her sweet, young flesh so he could get every hair. Finally, after all those nights when she could only dream of his touch, his fingers were all over her sex and she couldn't help but climax on her brother's hand.

She climaxed again several hours later when Evan made her model the Wicked Weasel suit he picked out for her in front of two sales clerks and a girl and a boy she knew from school at the bikini boutique at the mall. It was like she appeared naked in public the way they stared at her. She climaxed when they got back home and he watched her strip off her shorts and shirt and put the ultra-tiny suit back on over her smooth, hairless naked flesh. 

Evan kept talking about her school friends seeing her almost naked, her nipples as long and hard as they could be, totally visible through the micro-thin material. He stood her up in front of a full-length mirror and traced her swollen sex under the tiny bottom, telling her over and over how hot it was going to be, in just a few minutes, when she walked outside so her father could see her...see everything. And when she finally stepped through the sliding glass doors out to the patio surrounding the pool, and she felt her father's eyes scan her from head to toe and back again, she came so hard she could barely walk.

That day signaled a change for the entire Bell family. Conversations were started that day that changed everything between Mother and Father, Son and Daughter. Secrets were told and truths revealed as dreams and fantasies collided with erotic confessions between parents and children. By the end of that summer the whole family opened themselves up to each other. Only Katie's age prevented the other three from expressing their love physically.

School started again. Evan surprised his little sister on the night of her nineteenth birthday, weeks before she thought she'd see him during the college winter break. With their loving parents at their side, her older brother gave in to her incessant demand and finally took her virginity. After seeing his beautiful, erect organ that very first night in front of the fireplace, after feeling her heart explode as he brought her fingertip to the underside of his cock-head, and after shuddering in complete orgasmic bliss when his semen pulsed out of the thick, hard shaft into the air and landed on his flat belly and back on her hand, there could be no other man's organ as her first.

*****

"Damn you, Evan," she pouted into the phone, "I thought that heavy breathing was because of me."

"Oh, Katie-baby, you ready to switch sides again?" There was a definite interest behind the sarcasm in his voice. The four years since he first called her by that special name had only improved her -- physically and mentally. His attraction grew stronger, though he wouldn't dream of interfering with her high school or college social life, her occasional girlfriends and even rarer boyfriends. He knew exactly what that particular nickname did to his younger sister and he wasn't above a little manipulation. "I thought Sharon had all of your attention these days." She thought she heard a hint of jealousy as well.

"No...I don't know, that could be over real soon. But anyway, my brother/lover, you know what happens when you call me that." Her voice dropped and she sounded so sexy, so submissive. "It doesn't matter who I'm with or what side I'm playing for, Evan. My little sister slave pussy will always be yours."

"What else, sister/slut?" Goosebumps covered her -- she couldn't help it -- she loved being her big brother's sex-toy. "Tell me what else will always be mine." She felt the moisture flow in her already excited vagina.

"My mouth is yours, Ev...unnngh...my bottom, my asshole is yours, Evan -- only yours." 

Her fingers slid down the slight slope of her stomach and over the waistband of her silky bikini panties. She sighed as her fingers played with the dark brown curls beneath the smooth, sexy material, playfully searching for her swollen labia.

"No, Katie," Evan moaned into the phone, "I can't...not now. I told you, naughty girl -- I have to shower -- I've got class." She could hear him shudder, knowing he was picturing her dusky little puckered hole. "Tell me, honey, why the call?"

Her fingertip found her soaking wet slit and she started to push her panties into her hot little honey-hole. She knew she was being so bad, but she couldn't help it and anyway, it wasn't her fault -- it was the new neighbors who got her so hot and bothered. She couldn't stop herself -- she just had to torment her older brother.

"Two things, bro," her voice was the deep smoky whisper that never failed to turn him on. "First, I met our new neighbors and you're not gonna believe what happened. My new boss is sooo hot! And the new Chairman of the Philosophy Department turns out to be a total cuckold, too. Anyway, they have two gorgeous, young moving men over there and it looks like they have a late afternoon orgy scheduled." She paused, letting him picture the possibilities. "You're invited if you can make it. Even if you're not in his department, having something on him can't hurt, you know?"

Evan chuckled into the phone. "I'm so glad you're always looking out for my interests. What's number two? I really need to go, Katie."

"Ev," her whisper was so sexy her brother blushed at the sound of his name, "you were thinking about your baby sister's asshole, weren't you? I just want you to know, baby, if you ever want to...or need to...as my master...if you want to give my tight, musky asshole to someone...of course, I would have to do what you tell me to. I only wanted to say, my darling brother, if you do, especially if it's someone with a big, fat cock, your little sister would like you to be there to watch it happen." She paused while his groan filled the air. "That's all I had to say, Evan. Hope you can make it later...if I'm not home, come next door -- I'll be there." He was still groaning when she hung up.

Katie took a long drink of the cold water but it did nothing to quench her real thirst. Rolling halfway up on her hip, the hot young secretary slid one hand under the waistband of her panties until her middle finger was sliding through the wet groove and her thumb was rubbing circles around the tiny pink hood that hides her magic pearl. She remembered the heat that flashed through her new boss as Katie squeezed her naked breast in front of the movers and her husband. She let her fingertip dip into her small, pink hole each time it slid through her slick lips. Then with her eyes closed, Katie brought her other hand to her mouth, sucking her fingers until they dripped with her saliva. Then she moved that hand under the back of her little panties, her wet fingers moving down the crack and finding the rubbery ring of muscle. Pushing back against herself, her fingers found entrance and slid inside the powerful grip. Katie groaned as she thought about the dark, Hispanic mover. She was sure he was a sexual Dom -- rougher than her brother would ever be -- imagining his hard, fat cock sliding in and out of her tiny, screaming asshole while everyone else watched her humiliation and defilement.

Katie came violently as fingers from both hands fucked both of her hot, needy holes until her screams and groans filled the empty house and the young woman blissfully passed out.

(to be continued...)



Nice Neighbors Ch. 03



(Please read Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.)

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"Goddamn," he thought to himself, "it's gonna be a long afternoon." Steven was leaning against the refrigerator door, drinking from a cold bottle of water he'd just taken out. He was aware that the three other people in the house were thinking the very same thing. He closed his eyes, tried to quiet his rapid heartbeat and then recalled the image of what he had seen just moments earlier. 

The impromptu pizza lunch out by the pool had been embarrassingly interrupted by the sudden appearance of one of their new neighbors. The very attractive, twenty-two or -three year-old daughter of the family next door, it seems, had graduated from college only two months before and her first job was going to be as her new neighbor's PA (personal assistant) in the public schools' Superintendant's office. She had come over to introduce herself to Laurie, and found a scene around the swimming pool in the back that she never would have expected in a million years.

She hadn't planned on sneaking up on her new boss and her husband, the new Chairman of the Philosophy Department who had all of Stone College abuzz, but when she was close enough to see what was happening, she stopped moving before anyone noticed her. "Jesus Christ," her mind was processing all the input from her eyes and ears as she stood there silently, "wait 'til Evan hears about this!"

Katie Bell thought of herself as one of the new, empowered women of the twenty-first century. Her family had always encouraged her strength and independence, and between Katie's parents, Julie and Don, and her older brother Evan, their unusual closeness was totally supportive of her and her choices. For about the last four or five years, her choices sexually had mostly been submissive women. And the rare times she wanted to be dominated herself, or to simply play with male genitals (a rare but powerful obsession), she almost always stayed within her immediate family for gratification. Well, almost always.

She had turned the corner leading to the pool just as a dark Hispanic-looking man poured a bottle of water over the tiny, white bikini, soaking the chest of the woman holding him tightly. Katie just knew she to be her new boss. She was sitting on his lap, kissing him like a little school girl with a crush as her bikini top turned nearly invisible. Katie's heart started pumping so hard she thought everyone would be able to hear it. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her new boss' tits -- they were just gorgeous as was the woman herself. 

A strong, dark hand appeared on Laurie's firm, full breast causing the older man in front of her to gasp, drawing Katie's attention to him -- the new Philosophy Chair. "Oh my God!" she thought again. "He's so getting off on this!" 

The young girl's mind was spinning and she knew she wouldn't remain unnoticed much longer. Images of what she was seeing were being shaped by discussions she'd had with her various family members in the past until suddenly Katie knew exactly what she had to do. From her first, somewhat hesitant "hello" to her departing command, it seemed that Katie was following a script she could have written with her brother about how an erotic encounter might go.

The four of them, Laurie and Steven, Paul and Jeff -- the movers -- all stayed silent, finishing a piece of pizza or a drink until Katie had walked out the gate. They glanced at each other, no one knowing quite how to react to what had just happened. Then Jeff broke the silence with his best Keanu Reeves impression.

"Dude," he was looking directly at Laurie, "your new secretary's really hot!" Paul broke up along with his partner. 

Laurie looked directly at her husband. "Mmmm, she is," the hot wife moaned, "and smart, too." He understood she had heard Katie refer to him as a cuckold. 

She finished her drink, wiped her hands with a square of paper towel and climbed off of Paul's thigh. She picked up her bikini top and started walking back to the house. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at the young men. "Gotta a lot to do in three hours if you want to play with this, fellas." Her arm swept across her almost naked form as she gave them a great dirty grin and then went into the house, rolling her hips seductively and feeling their eyes on her still firm ass.

Steven took the boxes and plates and empty bottles back into the kitchen as Paul and Jeff lit cigarettes. When he returned, Paul turned to him and said rather loudly and rudely, "Come here, cuck. Tell me something."

The Doctor of Philosophy had addressed international symposiums and had consulted for Presidents. Yet he couldn't recall another time his heart beat faster than it was at that moment. There was something in the young man's voice that compelled him to respond and he moved between the two smoking men. Out of nowhere, he heard his wife's voice in his head repeating what she'd said earlier about causing him pain…and telling Paul to do the same. 

"You're not gay, are you?" Paul's voice brought Steven out of his reverie. 

"No." He had a puzzled look on his face.

"Neither am I," Paul continued. "See, I've been trying to explain to my white bread partner that two guys don't necessarily have to be gay, you know…for one to give the other one head. Right?" Steven froze.

It was like his brain went into warp drive and the distinguished professor was headed towards his own personal subspace -- where he was able to convert shame and humiliation, pain and degradation into a perversely satisfying pleasure. Almost unconsciously he fell to his knees, his eyes only inches away from the bulge in Paul's pants.

The Mexican turned to his friend. "See, it's not about being gay -- in fact, it really isn't about sex, although, fuck…you know…a mouth on your cock feels great -- but it's all about power and shame and shit like that." Paul shrugged his shoulders as though it wasn't his idea.

Jeff looked at his partner with awe in his eyes. "Dude, where did you learn this shit?"

"Hey, it's all over the internet, man. How do you think I get so many cougars? You learn how to spot hot wives and cuckold husbands, learn how to treat them and you can take your pick." Paul grinned at the man on his knees. "Right, cuckman?" Steven turned bright red as he meekly nodded his head in reply. 

Paul smiled at Jeff as he put his cigarette out in a piece of half-eaten pizza. "Like our current client here, you know? What did you think about him when you dated his daughter?"

"He was a famous professor -- Big Ten school. It was funny, but he was really nice for being, you know, kind of an important guy. Lisa's house was always a popular place and her folks were always cool. Why?" Jeff leaned forward as he saw his buddy's hand wrap around the older man's neck.

"So he liked being respected, huh? Well guess what else he likes." Paul smirked as he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. He tugged his zipper down and fished out his semi-hard, light brown dick. "A powerful guy like him doesn't say a word when his wife shows us everything…he craves humiliation." He pulled Steven's face closer, noticing no resistance from him at all. "And what could be more humiliating to a man who had your respect once but now he sucks cock in front of you?" The dominant Mexican pushed the big, spongy head of his hardening cock into his client's mouth. He pulled it out and slapped Steven's cheeks with the thick, meaty weapon, telling him to hold his mouth open.

Paul pushed his cock into the older man's mouth until it hit the back of his throat and then he pulled it all the way out again. He repeated this several times as Jeff laughed and Steven gagged. When he felt the older guy try to swallow his cock, he pulled out and put himself back into his pants. Laughing at Steven's frustration, he told him he could eat all the cock he wanted after they finished work for the afternoon. Paul told him to clean the lunch stuff up and then start arranging things they'd already unloaded for the master bedroom. Jeff could only stare in amazement as his partner was giving orders to their customer.

In spite of all the distractions that the four of them faced, they did a remarkable job for the next few hours getting almost everything unpacked and assembled or put away. Laurie took charge directing her husband and the movers as chaos slowly turned to order in the master bedroom and then other rooms in the spacious house. When she knew that the afternoon deadline challenge had been successfully met, she gathered the guys in her bedroom.

She looked at Paul and Jeff with a smirky grin on her face, her eyes glowing in anticipation. "I suggest you guys clear the lawn and lock the truck -- I don't think we're gonna do any more work tonight, are we?" The well built, twenty-something young men just grinned and shook their heads. "There are several showers upstairs and another one downstairs. Come back up here when you're all cleaned up."

Steven's eyes were on the floor as his wife spoke. No matter how many times she let him know his rightful place in their sex life, the feelings of shame and humiliation never stopped. By the time she spoke to him, his face was burning bright red. "Steven, you're wasting time. Take off your clothes now, please. You need to shower before I have my bath." His eyes rose immediately to hers, pleading silently to change her instruction. "Now, cucky-boy…and you know we don't really know the plumbing yet…I think you should start with a cold shower, just so we…" she indicated the movers "don't run out of hot water." 

His skin was vibrating as he started removing his clothes and he could barely breathe as he stood before the three others. He loved and admired his wife completely, and he appreciated her understanding of his fantasies and what drove them. To be the only one naked in a room with other people was a fantasy that triggered both of their submissive natures; but Laurie wasn't ever submissive to her husband -- only her other lovers could make her feel that way. He wondered if the movers would pick up on her words -- making them seem more important than he. Somewhere deep inside he smiled -- he knew that if they didn't, his loving wife would let them know in plain English. In the meantime, he knew he had to expose himself to the two young studs; his wife was waiting for the show.

Finally naked, his five and one-half inch flesh tube rising from his de-nuded crotch, the professor made his way to the shower as the younger men laughed and made the usual comments regarding his equipment. He wondered why, after all this time, that it still hurt him when Laurie never defended his sexual prowess. 

The cold shower was over as quickly as he could manage to rinse the soap off his goose-bump covered body. Of course, Laurie called him back into the bedroom before his cock had re-gained any of the length lost to the freezing water. 

Of course, the movers were still there -- Paul lifting her shirt over her arms and Jeff kneeling before her, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. 

And of course, the comments started again as the two men pointed and laughed, wondering out loud if his tiny appendage was a penis or a clit.

"Mmmm…" Laurie pretended to be deep in thought, "I'm just wondering, Steven, if we should be calling you clitty-boy instead of cucky-boy from now on." She took Paul's hand off of her hip and put it on her naked breast, rubbing her nipple into his palm. His calluses felt rough against her soft flesh, exciting the newest hot wife lucky enough to taste Paul's sexy essence. "I think so, clitty-boy. Yes, I like the sound of that." Laurie moaned and her husband's eyes moved from the hand on her tit down to her crotch where Jeff was now licking her wet slit. "Start my bath, clitty-boy -- I'll be in shortly." As her husband walked away, he saw her turn and kiss the dark, handsome and virile Mexican while the other young man kept licking her swollen lips as she kicked off her shorts.

A few minutes later, the mid-fifties MILF was luxuriating in the steaming bath, her body relaxed, open, and receptive to what the afternoon might bring. As her loving and devoted husband washed her back with a soft soap-filled sponge, Laurie was remembering the feeling of her new secretary's lips pressed against her own earlier that afternoon. She gasped when she remembered the way Katie's hand went right inside her top -- her fingertips squeezing her nipple! "A pretty bold way to introduce yourself," Laurie thought. "Pretty sexy, too!" 

The new Superintendant thought she recognized a very strong, dominant personality in her Personal Assistant. The thought of submission to another woman had always been one of Laurie's favorite fantasies, though she usually pictured a Mistress closer to her own age. But the reality was somewhat different -- David, her husband's older brother, had been her Master for the past ten years. Losing that relationship was the hardest part of the move for all of them; but suddenly things seemed brighter, at least for Laurie. Satisfied, at least for the moment with how things might go, she sat up quickly and lifted her firm ass to the edge of the tub.

"Shave me, Steven." She spread her firm, athletic thighs revealing her deliciously pink and forever young looking pussy. He grabbed the can of gel foam and the razor. "Do a good job, baby." Laurie smiled wickedly at her husband. "I have a feeling Katie wouldn't like it if you didn't do a perfect job."

The two movers washed away the grit and grime of the day's work, standing under their respective showers on the second floor, while Steven was busy finishing up grooming his decidedly excited wife. Done with the shaving, he put the razor on the counter and grabbed a washcloth from the tub to wipe away the remaining shaving cream. He pulled and stretched her lips and the flesh surrounding her sweet pink slit making sure she was completely clean and hair-free. He could see and smell her growing excitement and knew he was right in his earlier assessment. "It was going to be a long afternoon…and a long evening as well," he thought once more before lurid images of both young men with his wife started clouding his mind. Laurie asked him sweetly if he was finished. He nodded but his thoughts were obviously elsewhere.

SMACK!!!

"Fuck…Jesus Christ!" Steven hissed as he lost his breath and his eyes clouded with excruciating pain. He tried desperately to keep his reaction as quiet as possible. But it was a tough task -- his scrotum felt like it was going to explode when Laurie kicked her lower leg upwards sending the flat part of the top of her foot squarely into her husband's hanging ball sac. Blinking away the tears that automatically filled his eyes, he looked up to see the glare of pure lust radiating from the depths of Laurie's ice-blue eyes.

"Got something to say, clitty-boy?" Her voice was low and breathy. "When you're with me, I expect you to pay attention to me. Is that too much to ask?" Steven started to reply when

SMACK!!!

"Oh, Goddamn, Mistress…" Steven's head fell forward -- only his wife's hands kept his skull from hitting the side of the bathtub. Her foot caught him again in exactly the same place; his groin was on fire and he could barely breathe.

"It was a rhetorical question, clitty-boy. Even you should have known that." He let her lift his face back up, tears running down his cheeks. "C'mon, baby, stand up and let Mommy make it all better." He heard the sudden sweetness in her voice, but when he cleared his eyes he still saw the lustful glare sweeping over him and he had a hard time stopping himself from shaking. But he managed the throbbing pain spreading through him and slowly stood, legs apart, in front of her.

Both of the young movers finished cleaning up and met in the hallway. They started chuckling as they looked at each other -- dressed the same, only a towel around their waists. When they heard a distressed "Oh, Goddamn" coming from the master bedroom, the laughter stopped.

Paul flashed his friend a wicked grin. "C'mon, vaquero…sounds like the party's started." 

"Fuck, dude, look at that!" Jeff whispered as he led the pair into the master bedroom and looked into the bathroom first. Paul caught up to him and looked as well. Laurie was still sitting on the side of the bathtub with her husband standing in front of her. She used one hand to hold his limp dick flat against his slightly rounded stomach and gingerly licked his sac as he moaned continuously. Then her other hand started pulling the shaved, wrinkled skin of his scrotum down and away from its natural position.

"Oh please, Mistress, I'm begging you…don't..please don't do it agai…"

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

It was almost a silent scream that jolted the two young men staring into the small, tiled room and watching the mother and father of their friends and schoolmates. Their surprised gasps announced their presence and both parents in the bathroom looked over at them. Steven's face showed pain and humiliation; his wife returned the boys' inquisitive stare with a lusty glare they'd never seen before…as her mouth opened and she carefully fit the wrinkled flesh between her teeth and bit down hard enough to hold on.

A moment later she released his tender sac from her teeth and started to lick him again. This time, she kept her eyes on Paul's as her tongue worked slowly across his balls and then up his small, flaccid shaft. When she got to his crown she let his cock-head fall onto her tongue and she softly sucked him between her lips.

"Uh…uh…oh fuck…" The words came softly, haltingly out of Steven's mouth. Laurie kept him in her mouth as she pulled away from his torso, letting her lips pull away…showing the boys how she could stretch his little dick -- her only grip being her teeth biting his cock-head. When her husband's legs started shaking, the naked MILF let him go. Her interest had suddenly switched from her cuckold husband to the boys standing just outside the bathroom. She stood and Steven backed away with a pitiful whimper.

Laurie leaned seductively against the frame of the bathroom door, one hand circling a long, hard nipple and the other brushing her silky smooth mound. Her pose brought out the lust and longing in her two admirers. Her lustful glare brightened for just a moment with sly amusement as she watched their hidden fuck-sticks grow beneath the towels they wore.

"I can't believe two beautiful young boys like you would want an old lady like me." Her voice was low and breathy and as seductive as she could possibly make it. "I know you'd really rather be with Lisa or someone her age," her voice changed and she sounded so submissive, "but I will try to please you boys as best I can." Her pussy was gushing -- words like that hadn't rolled off her tongue for so long and she was amazed at the reaction she saw under the towels. Their long, hard cocks were twitching and she thought if she said one more thing she would make them cum. She tried to hide her giggle.

"But first," she said, her hands dropping to her hips and her body straightening up, "I need to take care of something." She turned to her loving husband, her smile frightened him.




Nice Neighbors Ch. 03



"Repeat this after me, clitty-boy: Mistress Katie,"

Steven's flesh began to vibrate and he couldn't prevent the low groan. "Ohhhh…Mistress Katie," he repeated. And then he memorized a few more lines before Laurie told him to put on some clothes, go next door, and invite their neighbor over to party with them. He was just finishing with his clothes when he saw his hot, lust-inspiring wife walk towards the two almost naked young men and stop a foot away.

Laurie felt faint as her hands found the strong muscled chests of her young, handsome movers. It had been far too long since David arranged anything like this and she let herself slide into a very willing and compliant sub/slut fame-of-mind. She slid to her knees between them, her body moving like the Serpent in the Garden. As her fingers danced across their firm chests and hard nipples then down over their 'cut' abs, she snagged their towels and pulled them down and away. She never saw her husband leave the room as her face moved closer her cheeks feeling the heat from their stiff cocks and swollen balls.

The beautiful MILF looked up at the two boys she'd known since they were about sixteen years old. She slid her fingernails up the bottom of each curved shaft and the boys groaned their pleasure, pre-cum glistening on the tips of their cocks. She moved her fingers down until they barely grazed the thin flesh of their swollen scrotums.

"Two things, boys," she said quietly, getting their full attention. "No means no and while she's here, Katie will be in charge." Then once more in her most submissive voice she asked them to agree so she could begin to please them. As soon as the tip of her tongue found the clear, sweet syrup in their pee-holes, both movers quickly voiced their consent. The hot, naked MILF rose slowly, twisting her torso and dragging her thick, extended, dark-pink nipples across them both until her mouth was close to Paul's ear.

"Padrón, por favor," she whispered softly and she felt her pussy flood wishing this dark, handsome, Mexican love god would move permanently into one of their new guestrooms, "let me play with your partner for a minute. You know…" her face flushed as she pictured the blond boy between her daughter's legs, "because of Lisa…there's something I need to do, baby. Then I'm yours, okay, Padrón?" 

Paul's knees almost gave out when she called him Padrón with such respect in her sweet voice. He was gonna have a whole lotta fun that night -- he could wait a few minutes, but he wanted to establish his place. He pulled her face to his and kissed her violently, his thick, wide tongue claiming every bit of her lips and the inside of her mouth. Then, pulling away slightly, he held her mouth open and spit his saliva over her lips and tongue. 

Laurie felt like she was melting as Paul took possession of her. Then he smiled and told her to do what she wanted, but he would be the first one to fuck her. Now she was picturing the furniture she would buy for his room if he'd only stay. She moved close enough so that her body seemed to mold into his. Jeff looked on with a mix of jealousy and awe. They were beautiful together and he wasn't sure why, but it was making him extremely hard.

She slid her left hand behind his neck and pulled him down until their lips met again. Her right hand found his tight buttocks, pulling him into her hot, moist flesh. Once more the darker sides of their libidos met in a deep kiss. It was so hard to pull away, but she forced herself. "Gracias, Padrón. You won't regret it." She took a step to her right and she was directly in front of the twenty-six year-old man who had confessed some of his fantasies to her daughter while the then eighteen year-old sucked his dick and then rode his hard cock straddled across his lap. She didn't suppose that he every thought that Lisa might tell her mother -- but then, he never really knew how close they were…and still are. She smiled as she thought she might tell him about that tonight. She looked around the room hoping her husband had returned with Katie. She didn't see them, but she was too hot…too involved with her memories to delay this any longer. "Too bad," she thought to herself, "I really wanted them to see this." 

She put both of her small, manicured hands on his genitals and used her painted fingernails to graze over and around the taut, swollen flesh of his very manly cock and balls. Jeff almost couldn't breathe and thought his heart was pounding outside his chest, the bass thumping sounds of his pulse were so loud in his ears. Using her nails, pressing them into his thin, vulnerable skin Laurie pushed the young, handsome, well-built blond hunk back until he found the bed with the back of his legs. One more slight push on the underside of his thick shaft and he was on his back.

At the same time, Laurie's husband was waiting for someone to answer the bell at the house next door. He was anxious to be back home witnessing whatever his gorgeous wife was doing with the two movers. The previous night in their motel room, Laurie reminded him about Lisa's stories as he worshipped her sex with his lips and tongue. He knew that she had something special planned for the very attractive young man who had provided their only daughter with several wonderful memories as she entered the world of sexual pleasure.

But it was thoughts of the other man that had the new Chairman of the Philosophy Department edging towards his truly submissive space. The dull ache between his legs was a constant reminder of Laurie's earlier comments and her vague threats about letting Paul use him that way as well. He was moaning softly, picturing the wide-shouldered, powerful dark man with the deep dark-brown eyes when the front door opened. He straightened up as his young neighbor came into view. He opened his mouth to begin the short speech Laurie made him memorize earlier, but no words came out.

Katie stepped out onto the porch, the late summer sun reflecting hypnotically off the glistening oil that lightly covered her deep tanned flesh. Her hair and make-up were done perfectly, taking her from young and cute to hot and sultry - she looked almost like a different girl. She wore a bright white satin-like shirt unbuttoned and tied together under her firm, high-set 34B breasts, her nipples already getting hard and pushing against the soft, shiny material. Her stomach was tight and firm with the sexiest little curve above the waistband of her khaki camp shorts. The custom-tailored shorts didn't quite cover the bottom curve of her apple-shaped ass where her cheeks met her thighs and her firm, strong and shapely legs completed a very different picture of the young girl he'd met earlier that afternoon. Now he was wondering exactly how many Masters and Mistresses he would be encountering in this new chapter in their lives. 

She let him gaze upon her -- she felt absolutely worshipped -- but was anxious to move forward. "Yes, Dr.? Did you have something you wanted to say?" While she let him hear amusement in her young, girlish voice, there was no doubt that she was clearly his superior in every regard outside the classroom. Her voice broke the spell and after catching his breath and calming himself down, he recited the words his wife had instructed him to say.

"Mistress Katie, my wife requests your presence in our home. She wishes me to let you know, as you asked this afternoon, that she is ready to party and feels this is a perfect way for two co-workers to begin to know each other very, very well." Steven took a deep breath and tried to stop himself from shaking as he continued.

"My wife would like to mark the occasion of our moving next door by offering you a small gift." His voice was trembling -- he couldn't believe he was doing this on the front porch of someone's home in this exclusive community. He sank to his knees and looked up at the slightly surprised young lady. "She said I should listen to you and obey you like I do her." Steven felt so humiliated before this young girl -- his wife's new personal assistant, for God's sake. "She said I am yours to use…or abuse…anyway you like." His face flushed bright red and he heard a soft giggle.

"Look at me, Dr. S.," Katie kept her voice light and non-threatening. Steven stayed on his knees but looked into his neighbor's face. "So, you're not only her cuckold…you're her sub as well, right?" Steven nodded his head. Katie smiled again -- she would remember his mistake and remind him later. But now she was anxious to join the party and 'bond' with her new boss. But first, before they went back next door, the young, burgeoning Domme felt the need to assert herself -- just a little.

"Stand up, cuck!" There was no mistaking the authority in her voice and Steven stood immediately. "Tell me your safe-word." The almost sixty year-old professor leaned into the young woman's side and whispered in her ear. She smiled and he backed away. "Show me your old-man dick, cucky." Steven froze -- her reaction was so totally unexpected. "Now, Doc -- don't keep me waiting."

Steven shook his head trying to clear his mind -- he knew he had to respond. The easiest thing to do was just follow her instructions. He unzipped his shorts and pulled his semi-hard penis into the open air. Secretly Katie was quite pleased by what she saw. While she really didn't think his organ would ever wind up inside her, it was nice to know his wife had something handy to play with after the movers finish. And it was also nice to know he had enough to work with to indulge Katie in her own little pleasures as well. Before he could begin to react, she grabbed his rapidly thickening shaft in her left hand and her right went immediately to the zipper tab below his cock.

"You know what I could do with this zipper, don't you?" She moved it higher, closer to the soft, sensitive flesh. He could scarcely breathe. 

"We are in PUBLIC!!! How could she do this to me?" he thought frantically to himself.

The glare from her eyes froze the professor in place -- both of them hearing only the sound of his zipper moving up and back as she played him like a true master of her craft. But inside, Katie was laughing herself silly, wanting her brother to see his new 'colleague' at play as soon as possible. She finally slid the zipper high enough to trap his erection as it curved up from his shorts, a full four inches exposed in the open air. Giving him one last squeeze, she backed away.

"That should do for now, Dr. Cucky," she kept her voice nice and sweet. "I think we should go back to your place now, right?" Steven seemed hesitant -- surely she didn't mean for him to walk across their front yards with his cock exposed! Did she? Her intentions were clear soon enough -- she gripped his throbbing, curved erection in her hand and started walking towards his house. He followed close behind, breathing quite heavily and his face bright red, peering nervously at the surrounding homes and up and down the street hoping he wasn't being seen by any other new neighbors.

(to be continued…)



Nice Neighbors Ch. 04



(Please read Chapters 1, 2 and 3 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.)

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Julie Bell sat in her white convertible BMW 325 looking across her lawn to the house next door. "Damn," she muttered softly as she took the keys out of the ignition. Driving onto her street only minutes earlier, her excitement started to build as soon as she saw the moving van sitting in front of the house. Now, all she saw was an empty yard and a locked truck -- there was no one in sight. "Maybe later," she thought to herself, "someone will come out to play." She perked up when she noticed her daughter's car already parked in the three-car garage.

"Katie? Darling, where are you?" She was already upstairs and there was no sign of her youngest child anywhere in the house. She was probably out with friends, Julie thought. Starting to feel depressed again, she turned into her own bedroom and walked through to the master bath. She started to fill the bathtub, knowing there was at least one way she could make herself feel better on this hot, late summer afternoon.

The 5'6" tall, 135 pound suburban MILF took a mental inventory of her own assets as she undressed in front of the bathroom mirror. She saw a pretty woman with a slender frame and c-cup breasts looking back at her. She has naturally brown hair, colored ash blonde with highlights, a little longer than shoulder length. She is still in good shape, but like her new neighbor, working out longer and harder to stay that way. She saw dark, well defined areolas that make almost perfect circles. The nubs of her nipples are long and look like they're excited. Lastly she saw a shapely rear and long, trim legs. She knew she looked good -- hell, she looked a lot better than good! But it still didn't really dispel the empty feelings she seemed to get whenever her husband was away. She was so used to his presence since he started consulting from home after leaving his corporate security career behind. But his occasional trips still affected the beautiful, fifty-something wife.

Satisfied that her loving husband would miss her hot, sexy frame enough to bring him home as quickly as possible, Julie grabbed her waterproof "friend" from a drawer, poured a trickle of bath oil below the spigot and settled back into the hot water. As the floral scent of the oil rose with the steam and filled the small room, she closed her eyes and turned the jelly vibe onto the lowest setting. Starting at the curve between her neck and her shoulders, that special place where Don's tongue and lips worshipped her when he cuddled her from behind, she moved the slick vibrating tool over her breasts, circling her swollen, excited nipples, teasing herself as long as she could before working her way down to the magic place between her legs.

God, how she loved the combination of the hot water and the slick oil as she brought the six-inch vibrating tube of soft plastic closer and closer to her bare, shaved pussy. She pictured her husband's face between her outstretched legs, his long tongue laving the puffy sides of her mound where pussy and thigh meet. She slid the vibrator along those same creases, moaning to her absent lover as her other hand found an excited nipple -- her fingers stretching and pulling it deepened her excitement even more. Images and sensations of so many erotic moments were sliding through her mind and body bringing her closer and closer to the release she craved.

Without touching her swollen lips or her spreading, pink slit, the experienced hands of the hot, suburban housewife and mother pressed the front tip of the warm, flexible jelly erection against that ultra-sensitive ridge between the bottom edge of her vagina and the dusky pink rosebud of her sphincter.

"Fuck...right there, baby," she moaned to her phantom husband again, "eat me right there...forever." Julie's heart rate increased and her breathing got shallower. Her hand moved by itself, pressing the vibrating head first against her gaping pussy and then against her tight little anus, alternating back and forth, her speed keeping up with her breath and her pulse, faster and faster as she felt waves of electrical energy starting to wash across her flesh.

"Katie? Katie-baby? You here, sis?" Her son's voice boomed from the bottom of the stairway and shattered any hope of completion for the frustrated mother.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!!" Julie screamed to herself. She was sooo close! "What the hell is Evan doing here anyway?"

Good, resilient mother that she was, Julie calmed almost immediately -- none of this was her darling son's fault and she wouldn't take her frustrations out on him. Well, she half-smiled to herself, not that way!

"Evan, is that you, dear?" Julie let her voice alert him to her presence in the bath. "I'm upstairs -- I don't think your sister's home."

The sound of her son running up the stairs, taking two or three at a time brought a smile to Julie's face. She missed so many things about her handsome, bright young man since he'd moved into his own apartment on the other side of Eagle Rock, closer to the college where he had recently started his Assistant Professorship in the Humanities Department. And though he still came by for dinner (and his mother's fabulous cream pie) several times a week, it was the small intimacies that she missed -- the gentle and loving submission to her son -- especially on the nights when Don was away on business.

Evan had been the incredibly lucky recipient of his mother's long, patient seduction when he reached his late teens. She brought him slowly and carefully along a loving path, learning about his own burgeoning sexuality. She helped him explore all the new feelings he had for both women and men with the loving participation of his father. But after several sessions when Julie 'directed' Evan to subtly dominate her husband, her own private fantasies started to shape their relationship. From the very first time that Evan stopped 'asking permission' to touch and kiss his mother's most private, sexy and intimate places during his sexual education and just took what he wanted from both his mother and father, Julie's perception of the family dynamic changed.

Her love for her husband was as strong and deep as it ever was -- almost ten years later she was still in awe of what he did for her, how he let his son explore his emerging sexuality with both of his parents. She still caught her breath every time the image of father and son sucking and fucking each other came to mind. But it was her growing hunger for her son that unleashed his dominant side and changed the comfortable paradigm they had all fit into before that fateful day.

Almost ten years earlier...

It was a warm Saturday morning and Evan had been out for a long run through the Forest Preserve that surrounded their little gated community. When he returned home, soaked with sweat and dripping testosterone and pheromones from every inch of his firm, 6'2" slim, athletic body, he walked around the side of their house directly to the pool and patio in the rear. His father was soaking in the hot tub and Julie was sunning on a chaise lounge wearing sun block and the tiny bottom of a string bikini. She started to tell him that there was orange juice and coffee in the kitchen, but when he moved next to the lounge chair and stood in front of her, she was suddenly and completely overcome by the pure male presence surrounding her.

He was no longer the shy, inexperienced virgin she had so easily seduced and then tutored in the pleasures of the flesh. She had been the one in charge then, directing her son and her husband as they played out most of their fantasies, loving each other more and more as their incestuous sex brought them closer together. No, she thought, the powerful, broad-shouldered young man who stood before her was now the most dominant figure in their intimate family trio.

"I'll drink something in a minute, Mother." Fresh from his long run, Evan's voice was hardly more than a whisper, but it carried all the weight he intended it to. His eyes raked her hot flesh, her nipples getting longer as he stared at her full, firm breasts. He tugged his loose sleeveless track shirt over his head and threw it on his mother's chair. "Take my shorts off, Mother. First, untie my shoes...please."

Julie lost her breath and a deep crimson flush moved under the beautiful light tan of her face. No one had spoken to her like that in years -- not since she'd played her own teenage games with her older brother. Her tanned flesh shivered as she recalled how she loved being his little slave and fuck-toy for an afternoon or even an occasional weekend when their parents left them on their own.

Now she did as her son asked without hesitation, breathing the musk and sweat of his large cock and balls as she freed them from his shorts and the hot, sweaty jock-strap beneath them. He strode naked and perfect to the shower stall on the back wall of the house and turned the water on. As it warmed up, he slipped into the kitchen and returned immediately drinking a glass of orange juice. When he finished it he put the glass down on a small table, turned to his father and told him to go sit next to his wife and then moved into the stream of water and stood underneath the hot spray.

Don did as his son told him and moved to Julie's lounger. Father smelled mother's arousal as they both looked at the tall and imposing figure of their son rinsing the last of the soap and dirt from his glistening body.

Wet and dripping he walked back to his parents and stood with his legs spread in front of them. "Dad, untie the strings on mom's hips." He had to repeat himself before Don did as he requested -- it was so hard for him to look away from his son's thickening manhood. Even then, it was hard to get his fingers to work as he wished. "Now pull her little suit out from between her legs and show me your wife's pussy." This time Don complied immediately, anxious to please his son.

"Mother, lean back a little and pull your feet up to the cushion...that's right...now spread your knees apart." Julie was hotter than she'd been in a long time. She couldn't believe the change in her wonderful boy -- taking control like this was absolutely the sexiest, most erotic thing she could imagine. Her cunt was dripping wet and she knew her boy well -- his next request would be for her to play with herself for him. Wanting nothing more than to please him in any way she could, the fifty-something suburban wife and mother, the poster girl for family values in their upper middle-class town and MILF extraordinaire started sliding her fingers all around her sex as she looked into Evan's eyes.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Evan addressed his father. "Suck me, Dad. Make me hard and wet...get me ready." Just like his wife, Don found himself rushing to obey his son's commands, his own perverse excitement increasing exponentially with every passing moment that his boy's penis filled his hungry mouth. Finally he was ready -- they all were ready. Evan stepped back, pulling his long, thick cock out of his father's mouth.

He told his mother to get on her hands and knees on the lounge chair and when her legs were spread as far apart as they would go, he told his father to put his erect organ into his mother's cunt. Don filled his wife's pussy with his son's hard cock as his own started dripping pre-cum in anticipation of watching his son fuck his wife. But when Evan bottomed out, his large cock-head kissing his mother's cervix, he turned to his father and told him to go inside and wait for them until he was called.

Julie had started shaking and trembling the moment that her husband put her son's cock into her steamy, pink pussy. She held her breath as Evan sank his fully erect organ into her warm, wet cavern, filling her like no one had ever done before. When she heard her son tell her husband to wait in the house, her cunt revealed her true emotions as it gripped the invading flesh tube in a rapid, rhythmical squeeze. The moment that Julie saw her husband move away from them and start walking towards the house, silently acknowledging both parents' submission to their son, she started climaxing, waves of electric excitement washing through her over and over again as her son fucked her so hard and so deep; he fucked his mother as well or better than she had every been fucked by anyone before or since.

He rocked back and forth, his hips slammed into her and his swollen sac slapped her clit bringing lightening bursts of pleasure with every thrust. He grabbed her long, wavy hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and push her pelvis down. With this angle he could stimulate her G-spot with his cock-head every time he went in and out. He leaned up to her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Be quiet, Mother -- you don't want the neighbors to hear." And then

SMACK!!!

Evan's right hand left a deep pink impression on her right ass cheek -- Julie bit her lip to keep her screams inside. Not from the spanking -- that was frosting on the cake. It was the way her son was using her that kept her orgasms coming in a continuous wave. He finally took his own release, spraying his mother's hot, tight cunt with his virile seed until his balls were emptied completely.

Don watched from the sliding glass doors that led to the kitchen, his hand unconsciously stroking his cock as his strong, tall, manly son used his mother just the way he wanted. He could tell when Evan climaxed -- both mother and son seemed to freeze together before Evan pulled his long, shiny wet cock out of his mother's cunt. A minute later, the exhausted young man left her on the patio and walked through the same sliding glass door into the kitchen. Julie's final climax reverberated through her pussy before spreading throughout her shaking body as she saw her husband kneel before their son and clean his wet, creamy, cum-coated cock with his lips and tongue. As soon as he was through Evan pulled back and went straight to his room for a long nap. When he woke up a few hours later to the exquisite feeling of his gorgeous mother's lips and tongue sucking softly and playing with his genitals, he knew things had changed.

Back to the present...

"Mom?" Evan was sure he'd heard his mother's voice but didn't see her when he poked his head through her half-open bedroom door.

"In here, honey...I'm in the tub." Julie's voice drew him to the bath and he was standing beside the door, peering in at her before she could react. She started to turn red as she realized he was looking at the vibrator still buzzing in her hand, the noise it made being the only sound in the room. "Oops! Sorry about that, love. I thought I was alone." Julie turned the knob at the base and silenced her slick plastic partner. She reached out her other hand and asked "Can you please give me a hand, Evan? I think I've been in here long enough."

Her son smiled and took her hand, helping her stand and exit the tub. "Hmmm, I see Mommy-slut can't go for even a day without something in her pretty little pussy." Julie's knees started to buckle when she heard him use that special name he had given her years before. She reacted much the same way her daughter did when her brother called her Katie-baby. "Maybe," he continued with a definite smirk, "I should call some of my friends...have them come over here to take care of you. Would you like that, Mother?" He held up a large, plush bath towel and started drying her wonderfully smooth, silky flesh.

The stylish, well-built suburban housewife trembled again. Shortly after her wildly successful seduction of her son, they sat up in bed together one night, naked and exposed, and told each other about their darkest fantasies. When Evan wouldn't accept her first few attempts, she finally told him about her secret fantasy and the thrill she got masturbating to thoughts of being taken by her son's athletic teenage friends. As far as she knew, he never told anyone else -- but that never stopped him from teasing her unmercifully whenever he had the chance. And now that his friends were all in their mid-twenties or older, the idea didn't seem all that far-fetched...

"No, darling," Julie answered softly, her face still red from earlier, "all I need is you."

Evan finished drying his beautiful mother and took her back into her bedroom. "Unfortunately, Mom, I'm afraid that's not possible right now." Julie tried to ask why but Evan wouldn't let her interrupt. "Not my fault, Mother -- if you feel the need to blame anyone, then talk to your daughter when she gets home."

"You know where she is?"

Evan laughed. "Of course -- if she's not here then she's right next door...and she's waiting for me to join their little party." His mother looked at him completely mystified -- he had to laugh again. He'd seen that exact look a thousand times before, but not since he was a teenager. "Yeah, something about the new Professor I should know...not really sure, I was in kind of a hurry when she called before. Anyway, she said to get over here right after my last class and if she wasn't home, I should go next door."

"Are you sure, Evan?" Julie struck a pose leaning against her dresser. She knew most men wouldn't turn away from her breasts and her hips and her tiny waist when she stood like this for them. But her son was turning towards the door and she just couldn't let him go. "Baby," she called to him with the low, smoky voice that had kept him hard so many nights, "your Mommy-slut wants to do bad things...dirty things...with her Master."

He looked back at her and sighed deeply. "C'mon, Mom." He held his arms out and she came to him, molding herself against his body. "You know I adore you completely."

Julie heard the "but" he hadn't said yet and transformed almost immediately back into 'normal mom' mode. She kissed him sweetly on his lips and then slipped out of his arms. "I understand, honey, really. It's just been one of those days for me with your dad flying out, you know?" She looked around the room and then back at her boy. "Just out of synch a little, but I'll be fine." She motioned towards the door. "Go ahead -- I'm sure your sister has something delightful waiting for you. I'm sure you know how a strong recommendation for a department head will help when you're up for tenure...make sure you play nice with our new neighbors."

Evan's eyes traveled up and down his mother's naked, exposed body. Slowly and deliberately he let her see him staring at her nipples and her smooth shaved vulva. "Don't go out, Mommy-slut." His voice was flat and firm and totally in control. "Depending on what happens next door, I will either call you and tell you to join us -- Katie said something about two young movers -- or I will come back home. Either way, I plan an falling asleep tonight in your bed with my cock in your mouth."

Julie smiled at her son. "Go on, you've got me all excited again. If you're not going to help me then go see your sister." She giggled and shook her tits at him. "I'll be waiting, big boy."

(to be continued...)



Nice Neighbors Ch. 05



(Please read Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.)

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It was getting quite warm in the late afternoon on a picture postcard, late summer day in Upstate New York. Brand new zone-controlled air conditioning notwithstanding, it was getting even warmer behind the closed doors of a beautiful home in a gated community on a golf course near Eagle Rock, the home of Stone College, a small, prestigious private university.

Upstairs, in the master bedroom, the new 'lady of the house' was starting to reward the two young movers who had worked so diligently earlier that day. Laurie was still all slick and tingling from events that had started before lunch and were still keeping her anxious pussy warm and moist. She wasn't quite certain yet what kind or how deep the influence was that she was feeling from Paul, the dark, extremely attractive, muy macho Mexican mover and friend of her daughter, Lisa, but she was anxious to explore all the feelings he seemed to bring out in her. The beautiful MILF shuddered as she recalled the total power rush she got just a few minutes earlier from ball-busting her loving husband of over thirty years. It had been a long time since David made her abuse Steven like that, kicking him over and over until she felt the power build within her, overwhelming her until she climaxed like never before. Her whole body flushed deep crimson as she pictured Paul, so completely and perfectly representing the alpha-male, abusing her husband's soft, middle-aged body along with her.

Neither was she certain what surprises her new personal assistant was going to spring on her. If her introduction earlier at the pool was any indication, Laurie was going to enjoy her new position far more than she had originally thought.

But first it had to be Jeff -- one of her daughter's first lovers and the object of one of Laurie's favorite fantasies for years. Naked, her skin flushed from her bath and her excitement, the beautiful mid-fiftyish MILF crawled up onto her bed, set up and assembled only hours before, her luscious body molding itself to the ruggedly handsome, blond, naked twenty-five year-old man laying in the middle of the king-size mattress. Her fingers gently reached to his groin, the lower three cupping his warm, soft scrotum and her first finger and thumb wrapped around the base of his shaft. Without causing him any discomfort, she gripped him in such a way that he knew she was in complete control -- yet he felt he could trust her implicitly.

"Kiss, me, baby," she whispered loudly enough for Paul to hear on the other side of the bed. "I've waited so long, Jeff." Her lips covered his and she knew he'd never been kissed exactly like that -- not that old-fashioned soft-lip dirty mommy kind of kiss. She could tell from his moans and the way he tried to crawl inside her mouth tongue first. Finally she had to break their kiss; her hunger was growing and making out with the beautiful boy simply wasn't enough and she couldn't wait much longer.

She dragged her stiff nipples across the young, smooth flesh covering his well-built chest and flat stomach until she was sitting up on her knees. Her fingers still holding him tight, she brought her open mouth down to the soft, spongy head of his erect cock. One soft lick across his pee-hole was all he felt before he was completely engulfed in the wet warmth of her mouth and her throat. After he pressed his groin against her lips, she let his cock slide out with a loud pop!

Laurie looked so seductively at the young man and her voice only held him further under her sway. "Jeff, I want to thank you for taking such good care of my little girl." She licked her lips and then moved his thick shaft through them, nibbling at the velvet flesh. "Lisa said she loves having sex with you -- it is always so much fun." Laurie held the excited boy's scrotum out of the way as she bent down further and licked the base of his balls, her tongue finding the smooth ridge of his taint and then the round rubbery ring of his sphincter between his clean, musky-smelling cheeks. Jeff was moaning as the other half -- the MILF half -- of his favorite fantasy probed his little brown ring with her smooth, elegant tongue.

Dragging her mouth over his groin and back up his chest, she kissed him again and his hard cock began to twitch by itself. "Jeff, darling, do you remember what you talked about that day? The day you spent fucking my pretty little girl?" She started nuzzling at that sensitive spot where his neck curved into his shoulder and between that and her fingers still wrapped around his throbbing shaft, he started buzzing.

"I do, Ma'am. I think I remember almost everything about that day. It was one of the best days of my life." Jeff was trying to throw his hips up, trying to fuck the ring Laurie had made of her thumb and forefinger.

"Tell me, honey. Tell me what you told Lisa." She started sucking at his smooth flesh while her fingertip found the slit of his pee-hole and she dug her fingernail into him.

"Jesus, Mrs. S_!" He calmed down as he realized that her intrusive appendage didn't really hurt. "Sorry, Ma'am, you kinda surprised me." She kissed his lips softly by way of apology. "I do remember telling her that I wanted to kiss her mother." Jeff's voice was just a little softer as he really started to remember. Then he tensed, wondering what and how much Lisa had told her mother -- he had really opened up to the hot little teenage fuck-toy that day.

Laurie giggled as she licked the hard point of his nipple, her left hand still controlling his genitals. "Well I'm sure you wanted to kiss me, sweetheart, but that's not really what you said, right?" The three fingers that held his nut sack so gingerly started to press into the swollen, sperm-filled testes. "C'mon, baby, tell Mommy what you told Lisa...what you really want." She kissed him again so thoroughly and completely that any resistance he might have had left was completely destroyed.

"Oh, God," the boy moaned as the ache in his balls turned to pleasure and his fantasy mom was sucking his nipple. "I told her I was jealous...that all she had to do was lay there and be pleasured." Laurie moaned her encouragement, urging him to continue. "I told her...Jesus...that I wanted to do a three-way with you and Lisa and me. And I told her that I wanted you to...uhm...fuck me like a girl so I would know..." Jeff was shocked that the words came out of his mouth -- he was so embarrassed and ashamed in front of Paul and his friend's mother. But Laurie wouldn't let him retreat.

Her sweet mouth found his soft, spongy cock-head again and she sucked on him like a hungry baby nursing at the breast until she felt his balls start to draw up. Letting him slide out from between her soft, wet lips, she looked over at Paul to see how interested he was in the proceedings. What she saw was a look of temporary confusion on his handsome face. Looking around towards the door, she understood why.

Standing just beyond Jeff's vision, Katie and Steven were wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the scene unfolding before them. One quick glance at them told her everything she needed to know and she slithered up her young lover's body until her lips were next to his ear.

"Do you trust me, baby? Do you want your fantasies to come true?" She knew that rubbing her firm breasts and hard, swollen nipples into his chest wasn't helping him concentrate. "I know how much you want to fuck me, Jeff," she kept whispering in his ear, "and I want you to fill me up so much...but you have to let me make your other fantasy come true as well."

The blond boy couldn't breathe. He felt his heart pounding outside of his chest. "Oh fuck," he thought to himself, "should I let her? How will he react? Fuck!?!?!"

He looked deep into her eyes before he kissed her. "Yes...but please, can you tell him?" Laurie thought she might climax just from his words.

"Trust me, baby...everything is gonna be just fine." She smiled at the nervous young man. "But first, I think I need to greet my guest. I'll be right back."

Steven stood slightly behind and to the left of his wife's new PA. He was naked and aroused -- Katie had made him strip on the front porch before letting him into his own house. And her toll when he crossed the threshold was a bite around one of his nipples that left an angry red ring on his chest. After he whimpered sufficiently, she'd led him upstairs by his cock. Seeing his wife on the bed with Jeff and remembering what Laurie had mentioned the night before in the motel, he was excited and jealous and anxious for things to start happening. When she slid off the bed, very naked and so clearly aroused and started walking towards them, his semi-hard, five and one-half inch cock twitched in Katie's hand.

The new Superintendant of Public Schools ran her finger over the bite mark on her husband's chest. She was impressed -- it took real skill to leave individual tooth marks while never breaking the skin. She stood a few feet in front of her new assistant and like her husband earlier, she couldn't believe the difference in Katie's appearance. But while her husband would only have noticed a slight (but very effective) physical change, Laurie noticed that as well, she was definitely more attracted to the heightened sense of power and control that seemed to flow from the recent college graduate and filled the room with her presence. Her nipples hardened even more as she wondered what it might be like the first time her brother comes to visit and meets her new Mistress.

She looked into Katie's eyes, seeing both a great hunger and the power to satisfy it in the younger girl and she realized for the second time that day that if it were only possible, she would proudly wear Katie's collar around her throat.

"I can't tell you how happy I am that you accepted my invitation." She smiled and continued to speak softly and with obvious deference to her new neighbor. "I hope my husband is wearing your mark for your amusement...and not a sign of punishment." Laurie heard Steven gasp but she never took her eyes away from Katie's. The young domme never changed expression and remained silent, letting Laurie continue.

"Please, I have a favor to ask. I have already instructed these young men that you are in charge of activities today." Laurie smiled like a shy schoolgirl. "Of course, they both agreed immediately." Katie's expression was still unchanged, but Laurie knew she had to ask before the moment was lost.

"These two young men have known our family for almost ten years. They were in my daughter's class in high school." Laurie could see Katie looking at the two movers and then back at the hot, sexy MILF. "Jeff, the one on the bed, was one of my little girl's first lovers. The last time they were together, he told her some of his fantasies and dark desires. When we realized we were going to relocate, Lisa, that's my daughter, suggested we use their moving company. After we hired them she asked me to help him make his fantasies real.

"Like I said before, we all know who is in charge here," Laurie couldn't help but blush, "but I would like to ask you to wait -- just a little while -- while I honor my promise to my daughter and to these boys."

Katie smiled to herself and thought it might be very amusing -- certainly all the players were attractive enough. She made a mental note to ask about Lisa and see if there were other siblings as well. But for now, she had to give way while still holding on to her power. She made her smile visible and her voice sweet and humble.

"Boss, I don't think a PA should ever do anything to compromise her superior in any way." Her subtle sarcasm wasn't lost on Laurie. "Of course you should do what you need to do. We're not in a hurry here, are we?" Laurie's relief was visible -- she was really excited about what was supposed to happen. But before she could express her thanks, Katie spoke again. "But I think there's another promise you should keep first, Boss." She smiled at Laurie's obvious confusion.

"Well, maybe it wasn't exactly a spoken promise," Katie's eyes were staring to glow and her lips curled into a wickedly seductive smile, "maybe it was a promise you made with those beautiful sky-blue eyes."

The very beautiful and extremely professional suburban woman just melted when her twenty-three year-old neighbor complimented her. Then her heart seemed to stop beating when the powerful young woman told her to drop to her knees and take her brief shorts down. When the younger woman lifted her shapely legs and stepped out of her shorts, there wasn't a sound coming from anyone witnessing the Mistress at work. She turned around and displayed her firm, round behind to Laurie and the movers, her hands on the sides of her hips. She looked back over her shoulder and spoke softly but with more than a hint of steel in the voice behind her gorgeous little grin.

"If I'm not mistaken, Boss, those dreamy eyes of yours promised me that you were going to show me... show me how much you want me..." Katie started to lean forward, arching her back and pushing her rear up and out, her fingers gently spreading her cheeks, "by pushing your sweet little tongue as far up my asshole as it will go."

"Oh my fucking God!"Laurie thought she'd died right then and there on her knees. Her heart stopped and she couldn't breathe; swirls of electrical current moved through her flesh, mini explosions erupted deep in her sex and in her painfully swollen nipples. Her eyes rolled back and she saw an orgasmic light show in her head as she leaned forward. When the tip of her tiny pink tongue touched the crinkled skin around her assistant's anus, she felt the walls of her pussy start to lubricate. She moved her tongue in tiny circles, faster and faster around the rim of the young woman's dusky anus.

"That feels so good, Boss," Katie's voice became cold as ice, "but I'll tell you when I wanted to be teased by a little fuck-slut like you! Just put your tongue in my asshole -- NOW!"

Laurie's hands pulled the firm, flawless flesh of her new Mistress' ass, spreading her cheeks wide and exposing her tender, tangy hole. She held her tongue firm, pointed the tip and pushed her face forward as firmly as she could. The very moment her tongue penetrated Katie's rubbery ring and found the open space on the other side of the powerful sphincter, Laurie's cunt started to flood -- her girl-juice dripping down the insides of her thighs.

"Fuck, dude," Paul muttered to Jeff, "that's just too fuckin' hot." Jeff mumbled some kind of reply. "Man, you really got be devoted to someone to do that." Paul didn't hear Jeff's reply to that either as the young domme's voice drowned him out.

"Oh my God! Cucky-boy, did you teach her how to do this?" Katie reached behind herself and pressed Laurie's face into the musky crack that split her hard, athletic buns. "I swear to God, she's using that long tongue to lick the walls of my fuckin' poop chute!" She could feel her new boss slowing down, like she couldn't breathe, and Katie released her grip on the back of Laurie's head. She looked over at Steven and told him to help his wife get back onto the bed and then pour her a glass of chilled white wine.

A few minutes later, Laurie was on the bed with Jeff watching her new PA make herself at home. After bringing cold bottles of wine and water, some glasses, and a chilly 6-pack of beer up from the kitchen, her husband had pulled a plush love-seat from across the room to a perfect viewing angle close to the bed. Katie sat, only her shirt remaining, on one side and after being invited over, Paul occupied the other leaving Steven standing behind them.

"Seems you've got our attention, Boss. You're the one that called this meeting -- go ahead." Next to her, Paul started laughing, his bright white teeth and sexy grin affecting everyone in the room.

"Cute and funny, too. You are the whole package, aren't you, baby?" Paul kept chuckling as he looked at Katie. "Mrs. S_, I think you should give this girl a raise before she even starts." He turned his eyes back to the bed. "Go ahead -- didn't mean to interrupt." But then he looked behind and barked, "Clitty-boy, grab me a cold one." Both Katie and Laurie shuddered when they saw Steven jump in reaction to the young Mexican's overpowering masculinity.

With everyone resettled, Laurie moved Jeff onto his left side, facing the love-seat while she kneeled behind him. His right knee was pointed towards the ceiling and his right foot was flat on the bed. Her hands stroked his smooth muscles, trying to keep him calm before she exposed his deepest desires to his oldest friend in front of his school-mate's parents and a complete stranger. He could barely take two smooth breaths in a row and his heart was pounding so hard that he struggled to hear the words coming from behind him. And the strangest thing was he felt like his balls were ready to explode -- but his cock wasn't even half-hard.

Looking at her new assistant, Laurie started recounting Jeff and Lisa's last encounter. "Lisa came home for a few days last Spring on business. One of those nights she and Jeff hooked up and she told me later it was great because they both opened up to each other." She turned to the side and grabbed a bottle of body oil from the bedside table. She poured a little puddle into her palm and then put the bottle back. When she continued speaking, both of her soft, oily hands were moving around his genitals and between his legs.

"Jeff told my little girl several things that night," Laurie's voice was becoming deeper and sexier with each word. "He said he wanted to fuck me while Lisa watched." The fabulous fifty-something wife and mother was stroking his cock with both oily hands like a twenty year-old Korean girl at a massage parlor and his organ was growing thicker and longer as everyone watched. "I was so flattered -- I told Lisa right away that I would do it whenever she could arrange it." Jeff groaned as Laurie pulled her hands away to get a little more oil. When she started again, her left hand pulled his thickening shaft along his stomach; her right hand slid between his legs and started massaging his balls and spreading more oil between his legs and up into his ass-crack.

"Then, this big, handsome guy told Lisa that he wanted to get fucked himself -- he was envious that girls can provide so much pleasure. He wanted to be able to do that, to see what it felt like, giving himself up just to make someone feel special."

Jeff's eyes closed and he let a deep, low groan escape his mouth. Both Katie and Paul were breathing heavily, listening to Laurie's seductive voice and watching her hands stroking and kneading and prodding his growing shaft and his heavy balls. When they heard the groan, they both shifted to the side trying to see what caused the disturbing noise. Their groans joined Jeff's when they finally saw the fingers of Laurie's right hand sawing slowly and deliberately in and out of his oily, glistening anus.

Laurie's flesh was on fire as she continued stroking this beautiful blond boy's meaty shaft with her left hand and finger-fucking his asshole with her right. She loved being in control almost as much as giving it up completely. It was what she loved about the balance between herself, her husband, and his brother. Hopefully, she thought, Katie would take David's place as her Mistress. Laurie arched her pelvis so she could rub herself against Jeff's hip. Hers was the kind of cunt that needed to be owned by someone who didn't love her or worship her like her husband did. She needed someone to use her, abuse her, and ultimately humiliate her until she was forced into the dark place where David had shown her how to transform pain, shame, and crippling embarrassment into almost unbearable pleasure and unimaginable sexual fulfillment. "But in the meantime," she thought, "I can do it to someone else." She shivered again as she thought how totally embarrassing this was going to be for the boy laying on the bed in front of her.




Nice Neighbors Ch. 05



Laurie's eyes drifted around the room before she locked her gaze onto the deeply tanned, burnished flesh of Paul's sculpted torso. He was still wearing a white towel around his waist and the contrast was so attractive and enticing. She felt herself moistening in anticipation, so anxious to be used by the macho hunk sitting only a few feet away. She couldn't delay any longer or she would climax long before she wanted to.

"Paul, I think you're really going to enjoy this next part -- I think it's pretty hot, myself." She looked deliberately over his shoulder to her husband but kept speaking to the dark, sexy Mexican. "Actually, in some ways, I think you and I are very similar. I think you take more pleasure from sticking your cock in a hole when you feel some kind of ownership...or control." He grunted his positive reply. "Mmmh," Laurie moaned, "thought so. You're gonna love this part, I'm sure." The classic suburban mother, wife, and respected professional dropped her voice into a low, guttural, gravelly mixture of pure lust. "Want clitty-boy to suck you while you listen?" Her cunt was vibrating against Jeff's hip as she saw the look of shock and awe cross her husband's face.

Laurie trembled as she felt the drop of her sweet girl-juice hit the inside of her thigh. Steven and Jeff had gasped simultaneously; Katie bit her lip to prevent a giggle from escaping.

Paul looked at the very hot, lusciously built, sexy older MILF and saw her lust and desire. At that precise moment, he knew he was going to do anything she asked of him in order to keep her flame burning brighter and brighter for every minute he was there. With an almost theatrical gesture, he pulled the towel open, revealing his long, thick, half-hard organ and his large, swollen, cum-filled scrotum.

There were four gasps that time -- two from the bed, one from the cuckold behind him, and the biggest was from the wildly sexy young next-door neighbor sitting next to him. He was in his element. "Of course, little momma, that would be excellent." As Katie looked at him, Paul made his cock jerk up. She gasped again.

"May I?" She started to reach across the love seat but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her short of her obvious goal.

He shook his head at the recent college graduate like she was a spoiled little girl. "It was good to ask first, chica, but you really should wait for an answer." She was shocked that he refused her and it was instantly exciting to the young girl. She shook as she apologized and then almost climaxed when he smiled at her, leaned over, and kissed her hard on the mouth. "There will be a 'you and me' later, baby...you can count on that." He put her hand back into her lap as Steven made his way to the front of the love seat and kneeled, naked and vulnerable, between the mover's dark and muscular spread legs.

Paul looked down at Steven with a nasty kind of 'told you so' smile. "What are you waiting for, Daddy Dearest? You heard your wife." The new department head at the college whimpered as he took the young stud's half-hard penis in hand and put the end in his wide-open mouth. He had known this boy since he was fifteen years old, watched him grow big and strong, wanting him all those years but never suggesting anything, only waiting until now; and it seemed he would finally have him.

"Mmmm, that's good, clitty-boy." Paul moaned as the older man's tongue slipped into the space between his foreskin and his cock-head. He focused his eyes on his newest favorite MILF. "Okay, so tell me what you want to tell me already."

"Well," Laurie continued as she stopped stroking Jeff's erection and started squeezing his balls instead while she fingered his stretching asshole with her other hand, "my daughter told your partner that she'd seen me do that to her daddy and it was very hot. But, she told him, her daddy only really, truly felt the whole experience...the way it should be felt...when her uncle or her brother used him that way."

Steven's body flushed a deep, hot red as the words poured out of his wife's mouth. His moans came from deep inside and made him vibrate everywhere. His tongue was buzzing as he collected a large drop of pre-cum from Paul's piss-hole. The handsome, well-built young man looked at the cock-sucker between his legs. "Lick my balls, man-cunt, stick your tongue in my ass. Keep your mouth busy -- but if you make me cum you'll be very sorry."

Katie moaned along with her new toy. She was being so patient -- her brother would be so proud -- letting her new boss and the gorgeous Mexican mover play with it. She knew the grey-haired, slightly pudgy, submissive professor would eventually 'belong' to her family and she had all the time in the world to use him herself. She smiled as she pictured her brother making him run with him every lunch hour, working him and forcing him back into good shape. But the really deep moans came from something else. Without her having to ask, her boss confirmed there was a son as well -- one who seemed to already be in on the family play. She moaned again as her fingers moved without thought to her shirt, touching her nipples through the cloth. She never noticed Paul's arm on the back of the love seat until he settled it over her shoulder and pulled her to his side.

"Pretty little girl like you shouldn't have to do that to herself," Paul whispered in her ear, "I'll take care of that for you, baby." Without hesitation his hand slipped into her shirt and over her breast. "Sweet, baby...nice and firm, not so big, just like I like them." Katie sighed as he kneaded her breast, his fingers closing in on her stiff, pink, virgin nipple.

The temperature in the room climbed; the lust of five people, the desire of four for the one was driving each of them towards their limit.

"She told him," Laurie continued, "that it was always better with flesh than with plastic, and it was the best when it was someone you loved."

Paul's cock lurched and nearly slapped Steven in the face as his eyes locked onto his partner and oldest friend. He saw the truth immediately and his body reacted accordingly. His pulse rate climbed and his breathing got faster and shallower; his cock was leaking streams of pre-cum as it twitched with every heart-beat and his fingers were bound to leave Katie's breast and nipple sore and bruised. But she wasn't complaining. Not even his boyhood pal and closest friend was beyond his need to exert his natural dominance. His alpha-male pheromones were flooding the room, affecting everyone present.

Jeff was dying a slow and painfully humiliating death. Laurie's fingers played him expertly, stretching his tight, brown ring in anticipation of a fantasy fulfilled with one hand while slowly taking his masculinity away by squeezing and pressing on his soft nuts until they were too sore to contribute anything to this experience but a delicious ache. Until his oldest friend and partner reacted in one way or another, the blond boy on the bed was totally exposed and vulnerable. He had never felt so helpless yet so turned on like this before in his life; his heartbeat was so loud it sounded like the overloaded muscle was pounding outside his chest

Suddenly Paul rose and pushed the kneeling, submissive professor out of the way as he moved towards the bed. Jeff's heart seemed to stop as his best friend's hard-on bobbed in front of him, the thick, spongy cock-head leaking pre-cum only inches from his hungry mouth. He looked up the length of Paul's hard, lean torso until he found his dark chocolate eyes.

"I gotta hear this from you, bro -- I don't want to hear it second-hand." Paul looked back into Jeff's eyes as his voice sent chills through his partner's flesh. "Don't think about it, man, just tell me what you really want."

His mouth was so dry it took three tries before the words came out in a dusty whisper. "I just told her, Lisa I mean, that I had a strong fantasy -- same one, over and over. We're on a job and one night some chick leaves you high and hard after a few drinks in a local bar. You come back to the motel room and you're pissed. You start telling me what happened and I don't really know how it happens but next thing is you are sitting on my bed -- still talking about the bar -- only now...your cock is in my mouth." Jeff moaned as Laurie tapped his prostate with the finger in his ass.

Paul took his thick, hard cock in his hand and bent it down to his partner's lips. Both men groaned as he wiped the thick, spongy head on his friend, leaving glistening strings of his clear pre-cum for Jeff to taste. "That sounds nice, Jeffy. Want to take care of me, huh?" Jeff started to open his mouth to reply but Paul was too quick -- his cock was resting on Jeff's tongue before he could say a word. "But you know how I like to fuck, man. You think you can take it?" The Mexican pushed his hips forward, driving his cock to the back of Jeff's throat and making him gag before pulling back and letting his fat prick slide out his mouth. "Tell me what you really want, vaquero."

"Buddy, I don't know when this started -- you know I love getting laid almost as much as you -- but..." Jeff's voice deteriorated even further and they all strained to hear, "remember the stories you used to tell me about the young Mexican girls?"

This was it -- the strong, good-looking and well-built young man was putting everything out there...on the line and in the open. "That's what I want, Paul; whenever you want to...need to...I want you to use me like that -- or any other way you want." By the time the last words came out he was hardly speaking at all. The sounds of heaving breathing filled the room. One last gasp from the professor as Katie's fingernails found purchase in the smooth skin around his scrotal sac punctuated Jeff's confession.

Paul laughed harshly as he shook his head. "Are you telling me, in front of your little lesbian fuck-buddy's mommy and daddy, and this gorgeous young slut who is so dying to fuck me..." he turned to Katie and grinned for a long second before turning back to the bed, "that you want to be my little bitch? That you want this piece of meat..." he took his thick, semi-hard shaft in hand and slapped Jeff's cheeks with it "to own you like you're a cock-hungry little girl?"

Before the shocked blond boy could respond, Paul grabbed him by his arms and tugged him onto his back. He pulled him closer until Jeff's shoulders were on the edge of the mattress and his head was tilted backwards, nothing but several feet of air between the back of his head and the floor. The tall, dark-skinned Mexican man spread his long, powerful legs and stepped forward until he was straddling his old friend's head. He turned to look at Katie over his shoulder. "I think you should hop up on the bed, darlin' -- much better view." She let go of Steven's increasingly tender balls, climbed onto the bed, and sat on her knees next to Jeff's hard-muscled, naked and flushed torso across from Laurie.

The young domme appreciated the fit, strong body laying in front of her but her interest at that moment was clearly on the hot, naked MILF on her knees across from her. "Boss," she said in a deliberately domineering voice, "Don't you just love that you are like...so naked in front of me -- and I'm NOT!" Paul laughed out loud as Laurie blushed and flushed deep crimson across her round, heavy breasts, her nipples exploding with pent-up passion.

"You ladies can explore that later," Paul was still chuckling, "but I got a bitch waitin' on me." Reaching down with his left hand, he curled his long fingers around the back of Jeff's neck. With his right hand, he held his thickening brown shaft up against his hard, flat abs as he brought his friend's head higher until his balls were hanging on Jeff's lips. "Show me, little girl...show me you're gonna be my own personal little slut whenever I want you." His high school football teammate, best friend and business partner opened his lips and extended his tongue, bathing his balls with his saliva as he sucked each one into his hot, hungry mouth.

"Mmmmhh, feels so good, little girl," Paul smirked as he dipped his bag. "Now start licking my dick -- you're gonna want it all wet and sloppy, niña." Like he was the young girl of his fantasies, Jeff gave all he had to enhance his friend's pleasure in a desperate attempt to hold on to his strength and protection. His tongue and his lips were all over that cock until it was dripping from his lubricating licks and kisses.

Paul was as hard and as long as he could ever remember being. He wondered if his buddy remembered what he'd told him after lunch -- It wasn't about sexuality issues, it was all about power and control. Regardless, the dark, powerfully-built young man chuckled softly to himself, he was gonna give his good friend his wish.

Using his left hand to maneuver Jeff's head into position, Paul held his stiff cock in his right and brought it to the open mouth only inches away. "Keep your tongue pressed down, little one, and relax." He slid his spongy head through the moist lips before slapping Jeff's cheeks with it. "Start breathing through your nose." When he felt his friend relax, Paul dipped his hips and drove forward a few inches -- the slight upward bend of his cock actually making it easier to slide into his partner's throat as he lay upside-down. As soon as his big head slid through Jeff's mouth and past the back of his throat, the outline could be seen moving back and forth, fucking up and down while pressed against the thin skin of his neck.

Laurie and Katie were flooding the bed, their girl-juice running down their thighs, their pussies in convulsion as they moaned at the sight before them. The young blond boy between them was taking every inch of his friend's long, thick cock down his throat, swallowing around it, massaging it like an experienced porn star and it made both women simultaneously jealous and aroused. Then Paul started thrusting his hips a little faster causing Jeff's cock to flop around from side to side.

"Clitty-boy," the Mexican moving man called out, "look on the dresser and get the twine and scissors. Give them to your wife." Steven jumped at his command and he put the packing string and scissors on the bed at his wife's side. "Now, get on the mattress and suck my little bitch's cock until she gets hard." The tall, dark man had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when he saw his clients, husband and wife, look at each other as he spoke. Their eyes were filled with the glare of lust and wanting and yearning making the moving man wonder why he hadn't seen it between them years earlier. Of course, he reminded himself, they'd never been in a situation with him and Jeff like this before. "Well," he thought to himself," nothing says we can't enjoy it all now."

He looked across his partner's long, muscular torso only to see the professor's prick hard and stiff and dripping pre-cum as he moved closer to Jeff's cock. He told both girls to lean towards him so he could whisper something to them. Then he told Steven to wait before turning first to Laurie's ear.

"Lift his little cock up and hold it against his stomach."

He turned to Katie but instead of speaking in her ear, he brought her face right in front of his. The young, hot PA, usually so dominant and self-possessed, was blushing under his close inspection. After what seemed like forever, Paul tilted his head and covered her lips with his. The kiss grew in intensity and almost immediately his strong, thick tongue explored and then he claimed her mouth as his own as his teeth gently broke the skin of her lower lip. A single drop of her blood appeared and he licked it up and shared it with her. Then loudly enough for the others to hear he said, "She told us you would be in charge. I don't care what you do with the rest of them, Babygirl, but as long as I'm around, you're gonna be thrilled just to be my little fuck-toy, aren't you?"

Katie couldn't believe what she was hearing from this magnificent man's mouth. Had the words come from anyone but her darling brother/Master, she would have bet she would have replied with a fist or a foot to face or groin. But suddenly, she found herself shaking with both fear and desire as her body responded to the man and his words. Before she could say anything, he took her hand and placed it lightly against Jeff's throat. She groaned from the center of her soul as she felt the huge cock-head sliding back and forth beneath her fingers -- she'd never been in a situation like this before and she couldn't resist this beautiful, muy macho man's erotic hold on her. She shuddered as she looked him in the eyes and nodded her answer.

He kissed her again, this time pressing her fingers hard against his partner's filled esophagus until the blond boy gagged and Paul slid his thick brown fuck-stick out of Jeff's mouth. He pulled Katie's head to his, this time giving her instructions.

"When she lifts his little dick out of the way, show me you're worthy, Babygirl. I want to see you punch the professor in the balls." Katie gasped -- he couldn't have given her a more perfectly suited task.

Paul kissed her again before putting his face close to Laurie's. "I told you before your new secretary was hot -- after I'm gone I think she is gonna own your ass, Moms." Then he kissed Laurie before looking at both women and softly saying "now."

Steven had remained on his knees in reach of Jeff's hard, throbbing dick, facing Paul while the three of them whispered and kissed and looked at him with unreadable expressions. Flushed with lewd thoughts and his darkest desires, at that moment, all the older man really wanted was the young blond man's cock in his mouth. As he kneeled before the most 'alpha-' alpha-male he had come across in years, waiting to hear his instruction, his mind drifted into his latest 'dark place.' It was where no fantasy was beyond his limits and where very real pain could be transformed into incredible pleasure.

It only took a few seconds for the esteemed and celebrated professor to become the person he truly wanted to be at that very moment. In his own mind, he saw himself as a young teenage girl just beginning to get curvy and sexy and needing desperately to please whomever she was with to insure her own survival. And as he drifted down that path, 'psyching up' the little girl inside himself to give the cock in front of him the best loving he could, he was vaguely aware of his wife's fingers on his own hard dick. He opened his eyes just in time to see Katie's shoulders swivel towards him and then get just the briefest glimpse of her left arm as it shot forward and

"Oooooooooooonnnnnnggggggggahhhh..."

At first it sounded just like that little girl in his head was screaming before Steven realized it really was him. Trying to control himself as much as possible, as if crying from his neighbor's vicious punch was somehow wrong and embarrassing, he turned the high-pitched scream into gulping gasps of air and then finally to a soft sob.

When he blinked the tears from his eyes, he saw his loving wife and her new PA/Mistress kissing and clawing at each other over Jeff's supine form, climaxing repeatedly from the thrill of inflicting physical punishment on their slave. Standing across from the weeping older man, Paul was chuckling softly and shaking his head. "You seemed to be enjoying the thought of sucking my little girl's cock a little too much, Clitty-boy. I don't remember anyone saying that all of this..." he swept his arm dramatically in front of himself "was for your amusement."

Paul lowered his voice and Steven now heard the menace behind it. "Get off the fuckin' bed, you pussy, and get on your knees behind me." Steven stared, confused and still hurting. Paul softly said "Katie?" and she pulled her arm back -- ready immediately to strike him again. The gray-haired professor flinched so hard he almost fell backwards off the mattress; he scurried around the bed until he was kneeling behind the tall, dark Mexican. "What you doin' back there, Papi?" Paul's broad, mocking accent only served to humiliate the older man even more. "If I don't feel your tongue up my asshole right now you're gonna think she was just tickling your nuts before. Comprendez?"




Nice Neighbors Ch. 05



The tall, powerful young man felt his client's warm, humid breath on his puckered brown hole as Steven's fingers pried Paul's cheeks apart. The moment he felt the soft point of the cuckold's tongue against his anus he pushed out, opening himself up, and letting his sphincter pull the pink tongue inside. Paul sighed his satisfaction and the sweet sound all but wiped away the pain of Katie's punch and his wife's glee.

Paul put one hand on the back of Steven's head and pressed him firmly against his trim, muscular ass, reminding him of who the boss was for the rest of their time together. With his other hand, he slapped his semi-hard cock against Jeff's cheeks before putting it back into his mouth. Jeff started suckling on the thick slab of man-meat and Paul started moaning. "Mmmh, seems like you missed my big cock, little one." Within seconds he was growing again and Jeff started swallowing him, almost overwhelming his oldest friend with instant pleasure. "Holy fuck, niña, you shoulda told your daddy about this a long time ago...you're gonna blow me every day and every fuckin' night from now on, baby."

He looked at the two women, still kissing and stroking each other while gently teasing and softly torturing Jeff's genitals. Paul reached over and took Laurie's thick, swollen nipple between his fingers and twisted it hard enough to get her immediate attention. The beautiful suburban MILF gasped, enjoying every touch she received on her hyper-sensitive flesh, and turned to the man in charge.

"See the rope and scissors, Moms? When I got my dick in my little girl's mouth, I don't wanna see his cock...know what I mean?" Laurie smiled and nodded. "Good," he continued, "tie it up -- get creative -- and then tuck it away." He gazed the other way before smirking at the intensely cute young secretary. "Let's see. For you, fuck-toy," Katie flushed a deep crimson when he called her that name and her little pussy started to get very wet, "why don't you just slide my way a little and massage my balls." She smiled, secretly pleased that he seemed to choose her over her boss, and moved closer. The moment her fingers found his cum-filled sac, their lips met in a searing, tongue-lashing kiss. Paul broke away only long enough to put one of Katie's hands on Laurie's big, round breast, squeezing her fingers around the dark, distended rubbery tip.

Laurie moaned as the warm pain spread through her. "Oh my God! Why isn't someone filming this? This is just too hot..."

"Don't worry, neighbor -- I've got the whole thing right here on my phone."

Four faces whipped around to see a handsome young man standing just in sight, holding up a cell phone and grinning softly. Over the assorted gasps and questions, Katie made herself heard.

"Boss, I'd like you to meet my brother, Evan. Evan," she never took her hand off the older woman's breast, "this is Laurie S. She's my new boss, but clearly, you can tell that I already own her miserable cunt." Laurie shivered as the blush spread through her again as the tall, rather fit man smiled at her.

"These two," Katie continued, "are the moving men. This is Paul -- have you ever seen anyone so, you know, like imposing? Did you hear him call me his fuck-toy, big brother?" Evan's eyes sparkled as he nodded his head. "They're only staying tonight, bro...so, uhm...you know...can I? Please?"

"Why, Katie-baby?" She knew he used that name deliberately to remind her of her true status. And she knew he would recognize a lie if she tried to tell him one.

Her mouth was so dry she almost couldn't speak. He could barely hear the whisper.

"He doesn't love me, Evan. He won't stop when he knows it hurts." She looked at her brother and mentor for understanding. "I have to know how it feels before I can go any farther with someone else." Katie turned and smiled at Laurie. "Look at her, Evan. Do you have any idea what I want to do to her?"

Evan looked hard at his new neighbor. He immediately envisioned her in a rabid sixty-nine with his own mother and knew that Katie had seen a similar vision, too. He turned to look Paul in the eye and saw complete confidence and self-control. He also recognized what the others all saw in the dark Mexican as well. "Paul," he said easily, "you know what you're doing?"

"I do, man." Paul answered just as easily and gave Evan a small grin. "And I'm glad you asked. Evan, right?" He stuck his hand out and the stranger took it with a firm grip. "The way she asked you, I take it you're her Dom?" Evan nodded. "And you're not a step-brother? No one was adopted?" Again Evan confirmed with a nod. "Cool -- your new neighbors do incest, too. Is there a block club for that around here?" Everybody seemed to laugh, except Jeff -- he was still sucking his boyfriend's cock. "So, big bro, can I give your cunt what she wants tonight?"

Evan stopped laughing and the light went out of his eyes making them as flat as his voice. "You gonna hurt my baby sister real bad? You gonna make her scream and cry? That what you planning to do, motherfucker?" Both men were still as statues as they tried to stare each other down.

The room was absolutely silent. Laurie, Katie, Steven and Jeff were all on the verge of climax -- the testosterone in the room was driving them all senseless.

Paul was even more dead-pan than Evan. "All that and more, Ivy League. I know you won't stop me, but tell me...you wanna watch? Gonna make your pecker hard to see your baby sister in some serious pain?"

They could all hear their own hearts beating as the seconds ticked away, the only real sound coming from the thick pole sliding in and out of the blond boy's throat.

Finally Evan relaxed with a big, wide grin. "Fucking right I want to watch, dude. My mom's alone tonight so she will probably want to watch, too. Any problems?" Paul smiled wide in reply, shook his head 'no' and the two men slapped hands in mutual respect and agreement.

"Hey, Evan," Katie's voice caught his attention, "excuse me, and thanks, big bro," she waved him a kiss "but let's get back to the reason you're here." Her smile couldn't have been wider. "On the floor there, is your new colleague at work, Dr. Steven S." As soon as she said colleague the professor started to moan from somewhere deep inside. "Cuck-slave, let me introduce my wonderful brother, Evan Bell. He is an Associate Professor in the Humanities Department at Stone College, teaching and working towards getting his tenure. We all know you'll be only too happy to help him out with that, right?"

The new Chairman of the Philosophy Department looked at the pretty young girl in shock. Her brother? Teaching at the same school? He couldn't breathe and all he could feel was the pounding of his heart as his pulse raced. He turned his head back to the intruder and his eyes locked on to Evan's cell phone. He was wondering just how much of his display had been captured on video just before he passed out.

(to be continued...)