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New Neighbors

By: frankies90



One sunny day, she decided to work out in her garden in the back yard. In her thirties, she had a good body for her age, but wasn't the type of person who showed it off, always wearing clothes to cover herself. On this particular day, she wore no bra and a little t-shirt with short cut offs - really short. She didn't think anyone would see her in the back yard and this way she could wear something cool for a hot day.

As she worked hard, turning the soil and pulling the weeds out, the sweat began to drip down her neck down to her breasts. It felt tingly dropping down onto them, making her nipples hard. She loved how the dirt felt and smelled, it began a feeling that stirred inside her. She moved her hand over a breast to rub the sweat into her t-shirt.

By this time, the thin cotton was now becoming soaked. Her nipples showed right through the shirt and stuck out firm and erect. She giggled to herself as she brushed them with her hands. She took a look around her yard, then moved her hands down to her shorts. They were very short, but loose-fitting, so she was able to fit her hand to feel all the way inside to her wetness.

He had just moved into his new home and was putting things in their place. He loved this area, because it was filled with trees and it was private, for living in the city. He had only met one neighbor so far, but it was only a matter of time before he met the others.

As he was putting out his garden hose in his back yard, he heard some movement in the trees. Squirrels were playing around, running from branch to branch. Deciding to get a closer look, he snuck up under the tree and sat to watch the two squirrels playing about. Just from the corner of his eye, he could see something else moving, from the other side of the fence.

As he concentrated on what was on the other side, he noticed it was his neighbor. He didn't know why he wasn't saying anything to him – maybe it was because he didn't want to scare the squirrels away. So he began to peer through the fence, and realised it wasn't the neighbor that he had already met. It had to be his wife.

She had long blonde hair and a beautiful body, and it was hard to miss her nipples standing erect through the material of her shirt. He could see everything, then he noticed she was touching herself. He enjoyed looking at her, watching at her touch herself, moving her hands from her breasts down to the crotch of her shorts. He saw her moving her shorts to the side to begin to feel inside. This was arousing him something awful.

She was really enjoying being outside and feeling her juices. It made her feel so free and exhilarated. She laid back on the grass and continued to pinch her breasts and move her fingers up and down her clit into the wet juices that awaited for that touch. The moans began to come out through her mouth and her hips started to sway with the movement of her fingers.

She heard a noise on the other side of the fence, puzzled because she had thought that no one lived in that house. Then she saw the squirrels in the tree. Safe again, she resumed pleasing herself. She was moaning louder and moving her juices onto her clit and back inside of her. Finally, she came to her orgasm and took a deep breath and giggled. Then she laid back onto the grass and really enjoyed the day.

Again, she heard a noise and this time it wasn't the squirrel. She saw a man looking at her through the fence. She was so scared, but at the same time it excited her to know that someone was watching her, so she said nothing and just watched.

As he watched her through the fence, he was so aroused that he looked around to see if anyone could see him. Then he began to rub his hard cock through his shorts, it felt so good while he watched her. He took it out and began to stroke it with a steady rhythm. All he could think about was her touching herself, making those noises. He wanted her so badly.

His strokes were coming faster and he could feel the urges coming more frequently. He was so careful not to make a noise, while going through the motions of excitement. Finally, there was no holding it back anymore. He shot out his cum across to the bushes by house. It made a noise that made the woman through the fence look over toward his house, then over to him peering through the fence. He quickly put his throbbing cock back into his shorts.

He decided to say something, and said: "Excuse me, ma'am, I just moved in next door. I was wondering where the nearest grocery store was? I need to get a few things for the refrigerator."

She stood up, drenched with sweat and replied: "Yeah, there's one just down the street to the left - you can't miss it. By the way, my name's Tina. My husband told me we had a new neighbor - I hope you'll love this area as much as I do."

He thought, if I keep having days liked this, I'm sure I already do. He told her: "I'm sorry if I startled you, my name is Vince. My wife and family will be moving out here as soon as I get the house put together."

Tina said: "Feel free to knock anytime you're in need of assistance. I'd be more than happy to help anyway I can. That's what neighbors are for. I better get into the house and shower off. Hope to see you soon, Vince." She had a grin on her face while telling him this. He caught it right away.

He said to her: "I was wondering if your husband had a dolly I could borrow. I need to move a few things that the movers didn't place in the right room."

She told him that she was sure they did have one and to stop by in about an hour to pick it up. He thanked her and said he'd be round later on.

He decided to go and shower off himself after what he had just finished doing. Thrilled to have a neighbor like her living behind him, he wondered if there would be more days like this to come. He couldn't stop thinking about her, the way she moved and how pretty she was. Those long legs and those beautiful breasts sticking out of her t-shirt.

He was soon ready to go and pick up the dolly that he needed from her so he could finish setting up his house. He arrived at her house and knocked at the door, but there was no answer. Again, he knocked and then he grabbed the doorknob. It was unlocked, he knew that she was expecting him - looking at his watch, it had been over an hour. So, he opened up the door and called her name.

She heard him open up the door, and called: "I'm in here, come on in."

She was in her room dressing, putting on a summer dress, which clung to her breasts and fitted loosely down to the top of her knees. He felt awkward as he walked in when she was dressing, noticing those breasts again. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She turned and smiled at him, asking if there was something she could get him.

She looked at him with a grin again, she noticed that his shorts were beginning to bulge. He tried to look away, but she didn't let him.

She said: "You must be very lonely without your wife with you. How long has it been since you've been with her?"

"About three weeks now," he replied. She told him that her husband was out of town until Friday and that she too had been lonely and in need of assistance. He knew exactly what that meant and sure enough she moved over to him and pressed against him gently and kissed his lips.

She rubbed her leg against his bulge and said: "You look like you need assistance too."

He nodded at her, and knew this would be one day he would never forget. She pushed him down onto the bed and unbuttoned his pants to release the bulge that now was unable to stay inside. He was well built and just the type of man she always fantasized about. She pulled out his hard cock and began to play with him.

"Is this how you were stroking yourself as you watched me through the fence?" She giggled.

He couldn't believe that she knew what he had been doing when he was watching her. She had let him.

She told him: "The only difference is I can put your hard cock into my hot mouth and suck your balls. How would you like that?"

He replied: "As long as I can put my tongue between your beautiful legs and lick your clit till you scream."

It was agreed between them that they both would please each other until they came. She removed her dress and had nothing on underneath. Her body was even more beautiful than he first thought. He began to touch those breasts, leaning over to lick them and put one nipple in his mouth then finally releasing them with his teeth. They stood erect, just as he was standing. He made his way to down to her belly, licking and pulling at each movement, until he finally reached her hot, dripping pussy. She was so ready for him, but he was going to tease her and make her squirm. He laid her down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs open, licking his way to the wetness. He found her clit and began to use his tongue round and round until she began to squirm. She wanted to please him before she came. She moved on top of him and first kissed him gently on the lips and watched him as she made her way down to his hard cock.

With every movement that she made, his cock reacted with enthusiasm waiting to be sucked into her mouth. First she licked the head of his cock and then licked down until she came to his balls. They were tight and needed to be released. She knew just how to care for them. She took one into her mouth at a time, slowly feeling them with her tongue and playing with them in her mouth. She moved her way up to the head of his cock once more and this time took him into her mouth, slowly moving down as far as she could put him.

Once she knew how much she could take she began working it, up and down sucking, trying to make him cum. The more she moved her head up and down on him, the more noises he made. She began to use her hands to coach the way into her mouth.

She stopped and told him to help her: "Fuck me in my mouth," she said. He wanted to fuck this woman not just for a quick one, but all night long. He did just as she asked, but first he told her to put her pussy in his face. She too did what he asked. They were both frantically trying to please each other, he was fucking her in her mouth and eating her pussy and using his fingers. She began to squirm again this time she was ready to cum and she began to make noises. As soon as he knew that she was coming he too released all his cum into her mouth.

They both laid back on her bed in ecstasy and relaxed. He now wanted to fuck this beautiful woman who gave him what he didn't expect. He leaned over to kiss her lips. He climbed on top of her and licked his way down her belly once more. Her pussy was so juicy that he slid his hard cock right in. He grabbed a hold of her and began to pump his cock in her.

Once it was all the way in, he picked her up and pushed it in further, as if he wanted it to come out her mouth. She leaned back and moaned, still coming while he was eating her. She had never had such an orgasm. This was so new to her, having it last this long.

The more he pumped into her, the stronger the waves came to her as she screamed. He continued, it seemed like for hours, as she came again and again. He could sense by the noises she was making that she somehow seemed to have lost herself, totally letting go. He loved to please a woman in this way and continued to pump his cock in her until he finally came.

As they both lay there exhausted, he said to her: "Yes that's what neighbors are for."

New Neighbors



I sat down with a heavy sigh of relief as my brother and I dropped the last, huge, brown box in front of our new couch. He heaved out a long winded breath of his own as his wiped his forehead with the back of hand.

"Shit, I'm glad we're finally finished moving all of this useless junk..," He irritated mumbled as he smacked a pack of Newports against his palm and pulled one out of the pack, along with a plastic lighter.

"AH!" my mom cried out, swatting his head as she briskly entered the living room. "Jamie! This is a new house...our new house..don't even think about smoking in here...go to the back patio if you insist on continuing that disgusting habit!" I let out at small giggle at my middle aged mother practically wagging her finger at my twenty three year old brother. He rolled his eyes as she hurried to the kitchen, eager to unload our dishes packed in numerous boxes of varying sizes. 

"C'mon," he said slapping my knee as he began for the sliding glass doors that lead to our small back yard. I followed him outside, absently thinking about our old neighborhood and house, which we had lived in all our lives until this point. I had just turned 18 a few months ago, and would be finishing up the last half of my senior semester in a completely foreign school. I wasn't looking too forward to the prospect of having to assimilate to a totally new place with totally different people, in a town much smaller than the outskirts of the city which I had been raised. My friends back home assured me I would be fine, flattering me with compliments about how personable, pretty and popular I was, but I still felt uneasy as any teenage girl would in my position. 

I sat across from my brother on one of the metal patio chairs as he lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. Our backyard was small, with growing weeds that needed to be trimmed and a decaying wooden fence around its edges. I didn't really see the need for the fence, considering both houses on both sides next to us could easily see everything in our yard from their second story windows.

"Mom's really tripping about the divorce..," my brother suddenly stated. I shrugged, picking at the grass between my bare feet. I hated talking about the divorce, which is why we had moved out here in the first place, but it seemed like Jamie picked at it like a scabbed over wound. Sensing the uncomfortable aura surrounding the subject at hand, he quickly spoke up again

"So, what do you think about starting school here in Bradybunchville?" He quipped. I smirked and pulled my legs into my chair Indian style, about to respond before he suddenly waved a hand at me, stopping my comment midway and starring like a hawk at the house behind me. I turned to see what had caught his attention just in time to see the flash of a curtain dropping back into place at the second story window. It was obvious that someone had been watching us.

I turned back to look at Jamie, who still starred at the window as he exhaled another long trail of smoke. 

"Who was it?" I asked in an almost whispered tone, feeling as if we were still being watched. Jamie shrugged and flicked his cigarette, relaxing his posture into a slouching position again.

"Probably some horny housewife that wants deez nuts!" He shouted, making a vulgar gesture with his hands and mouth. He then laughed as I rolled my eyes and glanced at the house behind me once more.

The next day, I woke up around ten to find my mom and brother already gone. I figured they had gone job hunting together as I padded to the kitchen rubbing the sleep away from my brown eyes. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I walked past the bathroom and stopped to study myself for a moment. I was wearing a white tank top and a pair of blue boxer shorts and my shoulder length brown hair was sticking in every direction. I smoothed it back, figuring I would take a shower after I ate breakfast. I then turned to look at myself sideways in the full length mirror. For eighteen, I felt that I looked younger than most everyone my age. I was about 5'3 and was just starting to develop any sort of curves. I turned back to face the mirror completely and cupped my own breasts in my hands, pushing them together to give the illusion of cleavage, and decided I needed a serious push up bra for my barely B-cupped boobs. I continued through the living room just long enough to see the mail truck passing by our mailbox and decided to see if any of our other belongings we had had shipped through the mail had arrived. I walked outside, first glancing at porch to see if any packages had been laid there, and then made my way to the mailbox. I pulled out the stack of letters, shuffling through them and studying the print of our new address on the white envelopes. 

"Hello."

I jumped and let out a small gasp as I looked up to see a man standing only feet away from me at the mailbox next to mine. I blinked as he chuckled, opening his own mailbox saying, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you...you must be the new neighbor." He gave a warm smile and extended his hand that wasn't filled with mail. I stood silent for what seemed like forever, starring doe-eyed at this handsome stranger. He looked like he was in his mid thirties, with a handsome, chiseled face and pronounced strong jaw. His hair was trimmed extremely close, almost shaved and seemed like it could be a sandy brown color if it were grown out any length. I followed his well toned, tanned arm down to the hand presented to me and suddenly snapped out of my daze, shifting the letters from one hand to the other and took his hand as he gave me what seemed like the sexiest hand shake I could ever remember receiving. It was hard to look him straight in his eyes, which were a brilliant shade of blue and extremely intense. 

"I'm Adam DeLarge I live next door to you, obviously," He grinned letting go of my hand. I nodded stupidly as my brain tried to command my mouth to say something..anything!

"Katie...I-I'm Katie Sellers," I replied before shaking my head and giving an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry, I just woke up...I'm still in a bit of a daze..," I smiled, rubbing my hand through the back of my hair. It was then that I realized that I was standing in my tank top and boxers, with my hair a ratty mess and no make-up. I wrapped my arms over my chest suddenly and began to walk backwards down the driveway to my front door, still facing Adam. I could feel my face growing hotter as I blushed self consciously. "Well um..nice to meet you Mr. DeLarge...see ya later!" I turned on my heels and darted back into my house but not before hearing my neighbor call out, "It's Adam...call me Adam!"

Later that night I got a call from my best friend from back home, Ashley. I was sitting out back on one of the lawn chairs as she described her latest sexual encounter with her boyfriend. She was completely outspoken and told me everything about what was going on with life, including her sex life.

"...and then he asks, 'Well what if I just stick a finger or two in your ass?' And I'm all like, 'Ew! What the fuck?!'," Ashley chatted away as I listened absent mindedly, letting my eyes slowly wander back to the window next door with the red curtain. I blinked as I realized I was starring at Adam's house. Had he been the one watching my brother and I yesterday?

"Katiiieee, hell-ooo," I heard Ashley's high pitched voice as I adjusted the phone from one ear to the other.

"Yeah, I'm here," I replied as she kept up with her story. I tried to listen but I couldn't stop thinking about Adam watching me. The thought made my face flush and my body quiver with excitement. 

"Oh I gotta go Katie, Seth's calling me...bye girl!" Ashley said before I heard a click. I turned off the portable phone and sat it down on the table. As I did, I heard a rustle coming from over the fence on Adam's side of the yard. Curious, I walked over the dewy grass, making my way over to the old wooden fence and placed my hands on the top, pulling myself up slightly to look over. I briefly glanced around, sizing up my neighbor's yard which was much more well-kept and manicured than my own. It was then that I noticed Adam bent over, pulling out weeds from a small flower bed by the back door. He was just wearing a pair of athletic shorts and flip flops as he stuffed the weeds and vines into a black garbage bag. He stood straight up for a moment, placing his hands behind his back and rubbing the lower part o his back, winching in discomfort.

"Hello," I said softly, however it sounded deafening with no other voices present but my own. 

Adam spun around, surprised but smiling.

"Oh, hello Katie," He said in that smooth voice that I was growing to find more and more attractive. He walked over until he was face to face with me. He folded his arms over the top of the fence as he exhaled a tired breath. Hearing him say my name made my heart flutter.

We spoke briefly for a few minutes, him asking me where I was from and me telling him about my life in the city. Surprisingly, I found it easy to speak to him directly this way and relished in making him chuckle a few times. As we talked, I couldn't help but notice his toned chest, and the few beads of sweat that ran down his stomach and forehead. After we parted ways, each of us saying goodnight and walking into our own houses, I shut the door behind me, letting myself slowly slide down the frame to sit on the cold tiled floor which was a contrast to my flushed, hot skin.

Over the next few weeks Adam and I continued our routine of running into each other at the mailbox or over our backyard fence, casually chatting. I discovered that he was recently separated from his wife and had no kids. I couldn't imagine why any woman would want to leave a man like Adam, but I didn't ask for details. I just reveled in the brief moments we spent talking and learning about each other. I also found myself doing everything in my backyard, from painting my nails to doing my homework, I spent every minute I could lounging on the yard chairs out back, wondering (and hoping) that Adam might be watching from his window.

About two months later, I found myself home alone one late afternoon just as the sun was beginning to set. I was in my usual spot out back, flipping through one of Jamie's sports car magazines absent mindedly when I heard Adam's back door open and close. I immediately leapt up and skipped over to the fence that separated us, standing on the tips of my toes as I rested my elbows on the top of the fence.

"Hey Adam," I said cheerfully as he walked over to the fence smiling.

"Hello Katie, what are you up to tonight?"

"Not a lot...my mom and brother are out so I'm just hanging out here by myself..," I trailed off, feeling the heat beginning to rise in my body. I hadn't meant for it to sound like an invite, but my attraction to him was completely evident, and subconsciously I knew I had said it in a suggestive way.

Adam looked at me for a minute, his eyes scanning mine before he spoke again, "Well I was just about to fix myself some dinner...and you're welcome to join me if you haven't eaten yet..,"

Something in his voice made me shiver with delight. I nodded, "Okay..," I murmured. 

He slowly grinned, "Met you at my front door then?"

I smiled back and headed for his house before either of us could say anything else.

Adam heated up a frozen pizza that we ate while sitting on his couch, talking casually as I glanced around his living room and kitchen, making note of the staircase that lead to the room where I knew his bedroom must be...the same room that had the window with red curtains. After we had finished, I noticed Adam chuckling a little and I blinked in confusion.

"What? What's so funny?" I asked, puzzled.

"You just have some pizza sauce right there..," He grinned, mirroring me by brushing his finger over his own lip.

I could feel myself blushing again as I always did with him, and raised my hand to wipe away the sauce. "Here..?" I asked touching my mouth.

Suddenly, Adam leaned forward, literally inches away from my face and brushed his thumb slowly over my cheek and bottom lip. The light touch of his semi-rough finger against my mouth turned me on more than anything else I could have imagined. I could hear my own heart beating in my ears as I surprised myself by suddenly lunging forward and filling the space between us, pressing my mouth to his.

He pulled back instantly and the dream-like quality of the moment faded fast. He starred at me, looking stunned as I retreated back to my side of the couch, letting out a soft gasp and covering my face with my hands. I didn't even know what had come over me; I had never been so forward with anyone before.

"Katie..I," He began but stopped to let out a long sigh. I shook my head and dropped my gaze to my knees. 

"I-I don't know what I was doing, I'm sorry," I stammered, trying to apologize but the words came out sounding all wrong.

"No...I'm just..surprised..," He said softly, "But I liked it."

I looked up confused, "Wha-," I began to ask but was stopped by contact of Adam's mouth with my own. I gasped, surprised. Adam was kissing me!

I let my eyes flutter close and my mouth part as his lips molded to mine and his tongue entered, pressing against my own. As fast as it began, it ended as he pulled away slightly. I opened my eyes again, scanning his as he starred at me hard.

"Katie you're so young..," He said, breaking the silence between us. His voice was different, huskier. His breath felt warm against my cheeks.

There were no words I could use to explain myself, so I just wrapped my arms around his neck and scooted closer, meeting his mouth again. He kissed me back, harder this time as we explored each other's mouths. My heart was pounding so hard I felt like it would be visible if anyone had looked at my chest at that moment. He pulled me closer, practically to his lap as the strength of our kissing intensified. He ran his hands down my back and rested just above my ass, his fingers brushing the exposed skin of my lower back. I pulled away momentarily and quickly lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it aside, revealing my white bra and flushed skin. I had never been this bold with anyone but my inhibitions had left me completely now. I climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs and pressing my chest against his as our mouths entwined again. Adam began to kiss down my cheek, nipping my ear softly before kissing and sucking my neck as his hands roamed over my back. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as he left a wet trail of kisses down my neck to my collar bone. He broke his contact with me again briefly and I took the opportunity to begin to pull his own tee-shirt off. After tugging on it for a moment, Adam briskly pulled it over his head in one swift move, revealing his smooth chest. We sat for a moment, breathing heavily as I studied him and he studied me.

"Are you sure about this?" Adam breathed, brushing a strand of stray hair from my face. I nodded, leaning in towards his mouth again like being pulled by a magnet. No sooner did our lips meet again then I felt myself lifted up swiftly. I wrapped my jean-clad legs around Adam's waist as he scooped me up, placing his arms under my ass and walking towards the staircase.

Once we were in his room, Adam let go of my legs and I stood unsteadily as he grabbed my hand and lead me over to the king sized bed. He sat down, now face to face with the buckle of my belt as he slowly undid my jeans. They fell to a pool at my feet and I kicked them away, placing my hands on Adam's bare shoulders. He looked me up and down, running his hands up my legs and thighs. I leaned down slightly to undue his own jeans, rubbing my hand over his hard on that protruded as our lips brushed against each others. I undid his jeans and yanked his pants and boxer briefs down in one swift motion before dropping to my knees in front of him. His hard cock bobbed and twitched, his shaft thick and long. Adam groaned softly as I looked up at him, my lips inches away from his dickhead glistening with precum. I bit my lip in a girlish way and tucked my brown hair behind my ears. Adam smiled at me and watched as I touched the tip of my tongue to the underside of his cock. I followed the throbbing vein under his cock up and down the shaft with my tongue, finally reaching his cockhead and wrapping my mouth around it. Adam opened his mouth slightly and watched as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking and licking Adam's thick hard on. He buried his fingers in my hair, softly pulling my head back and watching as his cock left my mouth slowly and groaning as he pushed it back into my mouth. I sucked and licked, covering his cock with saliva and bringing my hand up to wrap around the base, I began to pump him up and down. He furrowed his brow, watching as I looked back up at him, loving the way he never let his gaze leave my mouth. 

"Mmm, Katie..," He murmured, "..Feels so good.."

I stopped briefly to catch my breath and pumped my hand up and down his rock hard shaft. He thrust into my hand, which made a soft, slick, wet noise as I glided my fist up and down his cock again and again. I watched the enjoyment that was evident on his face as he parted his mouth again, letting out another groan of satisfaction. He untangled his right hand from my hair and grabbed my rhythmically moving hand gently and pulled it away from his throbbing cock, entwining his fingers in mine. 

"I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," He confessed, letting out a small chuckle. He then grabbed my other arm and pulled me to my feet. I felt slightly lightheaded and wobble-y, so I grabbed his shoulders again to keep my balance as Adam hooked his fingers into the waistband of my white panties and gently began to pull them down my thighs until they were finally at my feet. I blushed, stepping out of them as he clutched them for a moment before tossing them to where my jeans lay. He ran his hands backup my smooth legs, squeezing my ass and then teasingly running one of his rough fingers over the little strip of soft pubic hair that contrasted the rest of my smooth, shaven mound. The sensation gave me goose bumps and instantly made me wet.

Adam grabbed me and pulled me down, straddling his lap as his hard cock brushed against my labia, cause us both to let out soft moans as he touched his mouth to mine again, kissing me hard. His hands snaked up my back, undoing my bra which I shook off my shoulders and tossed without looking. I then wrapped my arms around his neck as we continued kissing, grinding my needy, wet pussy against his erection. One arm he kept wrapped around me for support, while the other he brought up to brush his hand and fingers over my erect, pink nipples. I cried out in his mouth as he softly pinched my sensitive nipple, massage my breast in his hand. He grabbed me suddenly and turned, laying me on my back on the soft bed, never breaking contact with my mouth as he hovered over me, kissing me into the pillows. I let my eyes flutter open as he broke away momentarily, and followed his eyes down my neck to my chest. He watched as I breathed in and out for a moment, my breasts moving up in down rhythmically. 

"You're so...beautiful," He breathed, looking back up at my face. I smiled up at him, biting my bottom lip nervously before he brought his mouth back into contact with mine. He ran his hand down my side as we continued kissing, grabbing the underside of one of my knees to open my legs. His hand soothingly rubbed the inside of my thigh before softly teasing my pussy lips with his fingers. I whimpered into his mouth as our tongues clashed and he ran his fingers gently over my wet slit, brushing against my clit in the softest way. I bucked my hips, wanting him to finger fuck my aching pussy, but he just continued to rub me lightly as he trailed his mouth once again down my neck, stopping to suck on one of nipples before continuing down my stomach placing his mouth on my quivering abdomen. My heart began leaping again, as I assumed what was about to happen. I had slept with a boy from my old school before, but had never received oral se-




New Neighbors



"Ooooh," I moaned loudly as Adam's tongue darted over my wet, pink clit. He held my hips, his strong shoulders in between my thighs, forcing them open as his tongue ran up my pussy, flicking my clit before running it back down to my wet honey hole. He wrapped his lips around my labia and gently sucked, causing me to shudder with delight. I thrust up to meet his mouth, never having felt so much pleasure before in my life. I tossed my head back and cried out as he swirled his tongue in circles over my clit. It felt amazing, but I still wanted more...

"Fuck me..," I panted softly as he looked up to meet my heavy lidded gaze. He lifted his head and starred at me as I breathed in out of my mouth.

"Please..," I whimpered.

That seemed to be enough to convince him, as he sat up on his knees, grabbing my legs and bending my knees towards my chest. My pussy was completely spread for him now and he scooted closer, pressing his hard cockhead against my tight, wet hole, slowly pushing his way inside me.

I clung to the bedspread as he inched his way into my hot pussy. He groaned when he had finally filled me, breathing out in his husky tone, "Baby...oooh you're so tight..,"

He was much larger than my ex boyfriend, and I could feel his cock literally stretching me as he pulled out completely and slowly pushed his way back inside again and again. 

"Harder..," I moaned, "Fuck me hard."

He pushed my knees further to my chest and quickened his pace, thrusting in and out, watching as my pink hole stretched for his massive dick. I cried out as he suddenly began circling my clit with his thumb. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as I neared what I knew would be a hard orgasm. His grunts and murmurs made me even hotter as he pounded me harder, slamming his dick into me. The harder he pushed, the better it felt, and I heard myself crying out in sheer pleasure as he began hitting my G-spot with his hardest thrusts. I closed my eyes, feeling like a tidal wave about to break.

"A-Ahh! I'm coming!," I whimpered as he buried himself deep against my pleasure button and ground himself inside of me as my pussy contracted in orgasm. Adam groaned, feeling my muscles squeezing and then release his throbbing cock as he shot his hot load deep inside me. Our orgasms seemed to keep building as we felt each other cum until finally we both exhaled, having completely spent ourselves. He stayed inside me for a moment longer before slowly pulling out his still semi hard cock and lying down beside me, both of us breathing heavily. 

"That was amazing...can I come over again for dinner sometime?" I giggled as Adam bundled me up in his arms, grinning. He closed his eyes and rested his chin on the top of my head as our breathing finally began to return to normal, and I found myself concluding that moving wasn't so bad after all.



New Neighbors



All characters are fictional and over 18

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My roommate Mike burst into the room grinning, "Dude, have you seen the two girls that just moved in down the hall?" That caught my attention, "Wait, that blonde and brunette are moving onto our floor?" I had indeed seen them earlier outside the building. They had stood, laughing and chatting with one another, while movers unloaded boxes under their supervision. I couldn't help but notice them; the blonde in a slightly too short summer dress that showed off her strong legs, and a low neck-line that promised never-ending cleavage. The tall brunette wore cutoff shorts and a tank top that revealed a flawless caramel skin tone, her body was leaner than her blonde friend's but still curved in all the right places. They looked like sexual gladiators, tall and strong with bodies from a swimsuit magazine. As they stood together watching the movers, their exchanged glances and laughter had a distinctly predatory feel.

Mike snapped me out of my daydream, "Well you owe me big time because we're going over there tonight to welcome them to the building. I met the blonde one, Jessie, in the elevator and when she got off on our floor I suggested we have a neighborly glass of wine tonight. You included. So who rocks?"

"You do, Mike," I said, at once impressed and for some reason terrified. I'm not usually shy about chatting with girls and they seemed about our age in their mid to late 20's, but something about them made them seem impossibly out of my league.

"Damn straight," Mike continued, "now I gotta shower and get ready. You go out and grab a couple bottles of good wine, white and red."

A few hours later we found ourselves, wine in hand, knocking at their door. Jessie, blonde and busty, opened the door and hugged Mike like they were old friends. Then she turned to me, her bright blue eyes alive with laughter and mischief, "And you must be Paul!" she hugged me in turn. Her breasts felt huge pressed against me and I couldn't help inhaling deeply as my face pushed into her hair: the scent of strawberries. I felt myself stiffen. Thankfully she pulled away before I embarrassed myself and welcomed us into their apartment. Arranged furniture was surrounded by a disarray of unopened boxes. 

"It's so sweet of you guys to offer this. Please don't mind the mess. At least we have furniture to sit on and glasses to drink out of," as she took the wine to the kitchen she called, "Yaz, the boys are here!" The brunette, Yasmin, appeared from a doorway, looking even better than I remembered. She was a striking tall figure with dark hair and light brown skin, her face an elegant mixture of south-east Asian and Pacific Islander. Where Jessie was light and bouncy, Yasmin seemed more reserved but her dark eyes shone with a similar mischievous intent.

Yasmin shot me a crooked smile, "You brought booze, right? I could really use it after today."

"Red and white. I hope you like it," I offered lamely. "So far so good," she smirked at me and I felt myself blush like a teenager.

Jessie handed out the glasses and then, grabbing Mike by the hand, pulled to him to one of the two love seats in the living room. Yasmin glided onto the other love seat, making it clear where I would sit. After the first glass we all loosened up and were soon chatting and laughing easily. The girls were both aspiring actresses but worked in fashion for their day jobs. I couldn't believe how well it was going. Yasmin would often put her hand on my knee and leave it just a moment too long. Jessie was teasing Mike mercilessly with her cleavage, brushing her breasts against his arm repeatedly while her nipples showed proudly through her dress.

At the end of the third bottle Yasmin excused herself to go to the restroom and Jessie suggested I go open another bottle. She and Mike were looking pretty comfortable by now, with his arm around her shoulders and her hand inching up his thigh. I realized I was fairly drunk as I made my way into their kitchen and started searching for the next bottle. As I spun around in the unfamiliar kitchen I looked back into the living room to see Jessie and Mike making out intensely. The back of the love seat was to me so I couldn't see what their hands were doing but they seemed to be really going at each other. Mike was always better at closing the deal, I thought to myself. I found myself transfixed by the sight of my roommate and this hot blonde making out, what a wildcat she was, if anything she was being the more aggressive of the two, holding his head while she plumbed his mouth with her tongue and Mike struggled to keep up with her intensity. 

She broke off their kiss leaving Mike panting while she nuzzled his neck. Then she leaned against him and whispered something in his ear and he nodded. She reached down below my line of sight, as though to adjust her skirt, and Mike jerked back, attempting to pull away from her. Her other arm shot out around his shoulder and held him on the loveseat while she leaned over and whispered in his ear some more. Mike shook his head vigorously but her he didn't leave his seat. Jessie's grip on his shoulder relaxed and her hand slid to the back of his head turning his face to hers and she kissed him fiercely, tonguing his mouth. Mike slowly yielded to the kiss and began reciprocating running his hands across her breasts and through her hair. Jessie stopped the kiss to whisper in his ear once more and this time Mike didn't respond but looked down as though defeated. Jessie smiled triumphantly, her hand, still holding the back of his head pushed him down towards her lap. As Mike's head disappeared from view, I heard Jessie give out a throaty laugh and then a long sigh of pleasure. But Mike's head didn't disappear entirely from view, instead it appeared to bob up and down on her lap while her hand guided his movements.

Maybe it was all the wine but it sure looked like Jessie was forcing Mike to give her head but his movements were all wrong for going down on a girl. Confused, I started back towards the living room to get a better look. I could hear muffled gagging sounds coming from Mike and the occasional encouragement from Jessie, "That's it...good boy...not so much teeth." As I got closer, the object of Mike's ministrations finally became clear. Jessie's skirt was bunched up around her hips and a thick eight-inch cock was standing proudly up from her crotch, shining wetly from Mike's efforts. Mike, who is as straight as any guy I know, seemed to be in some kind of trance, his eyes half-closed as he bobbed steadily up and down Jessie's monster. He wasn't resisting anymore, his hands gently stroked her thighs while her hand rested lightly on the back of his head, no longer forcing him to the task he now performed willingly. 

Jessie looked up at me, "Where's the wine, Paul?" I stammered something unintelligible as I gawked at her meat disappearing into my roommate's mouth. Jessie looked down at my crotch, "Enjoying the show?" I was surprised to see my dick was at full mast straining inside my jeans. Jessie's gaze returned to my face, "or maybe you're just jealous, hmmm? Well don't worry, baby, Yaz will look after you."

Just then Yasmin came up behind me and hugged me tightly to her with her mouth against my ear. "That's right," she whispered to me, "we couldn't let you leave with showing you how deeply we appreciate your welcoming us to the neighborhood." She punctuated her statement my thrusting her hips forward and I felt a sizeable bulge grinding into my backside.

Reeling, both from the alcohol and the discovery that the two hottest girls I had ever met both had cocks, I spun around and backed away from Yasmin, explaining, "I'm not gay." I backed into the empty loveseat and sat down heavily. Yasmin approached smiling, "Of course you're not, honey. We only sleep with straight men, so you're perfect. Besides," she pretended to pout, "don't you find me attractive?"

"Well sure but..." I trailed off as she approached me and held my face in one hand while her other reached down to stroke my throbbing erection.

"And judging from the tent you're pitching you don't have a problem with this," she continued, "Look, we go through this with every straight guy and it always ends the same way. I've had a long day so why don't we skip to the part where I get off. And if you don't like it we can always stop."

She sat beside me and I was struck again by how beautiful she was. We can always stop, I told myself as she drew me to her for a kiss, her hand continuing to rub my crotch. Her kiss was surprisingly gentle and I couldn't help but kiss her back. I started massaging her perfect breasts and she moaned into mouth. She took one of my hands from her breast and guided it up the leg of her shorts. I felt it immediately, it was warm and spongy and growing under my touch. I tried to pull my hand back but she simply kissed me harder and held my hand in place on her tool. She started to move my hand back and forth across her prick and I felt it harden and lengthen, it was already bigger than mine and it was still growing. "That's for you, baby. I'm getting hard for you." She told me conspiratorially. Her cock had grown long enough for the head to escape the leg of her shorts. It was obscene, this long hard cock coming out of a hot girl's short shorts. 

She stood up and pulled me up with her. She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I hesitated and her tone hardened, "That means take your pants off." I clumsily shed my jeans and boxers leaving my raging 6 inches waving in the air. She slid her shorts and panties off in one catlike motion stepping out of them and face to face with me. Standing like this the difference in our sizes was remarkable. Her stiff prick lewdly poked me in the belly while 3 inches remained between my dick and her body. She reached between us grabbing both our cocks in one hand while she leaned in and kissed me passionately. I whimpered into her mouth and my hips thrust forward fucking her hand.

She broke our kiss and demanded, "Who's cock is bigger, baby?" "Yours," I whispered. "What was that?" "I said your cock is bigger," I confessed both humiliated and impossibly aroused. "It sure is!" laughed Jessie. I turned to look at her and saw that at some point she had gotten Mike naked and now had him kneeling on the floor swallowing her fat tool and massaging her balls while she played with her nipples.

Yasmin drew my attention back to her with a brief squeeze of my balls, "That's right. I'm much bigger. And I have a rule with all the boys I date: whoever's bigger is the pitcher. And that would be me. So you're going to be my cock-sleeve tonight, sweetie."

I looked fearfully down at her impressive length and felt her push down on my shoulders. I looked back up into her eyes and saw no patience there, only an insistent sexual hunger. I gave in to the pressure and sank to my knees, not believing what was about to happen.

"Open your mouth and mind the teeth," she commanded and before I knew it, she was sinking her cock into my mouth, choking me and bringing tears to my eyes. "Mmmm...just relax, baby and use your tongue," she purred, sawing her length in and out of my mouth, pressing against my throat on every in-thrust. I tried to use my hands to keep some of her massive tool out of my mouth but she swatted my hands away and forced the head into my throat, gagging me.

As she explored my mouth with her cock I saw through teary eyes that Jessie had gotten Mike into a 69 position on the sofa. He was straddling her, still slurping her on girthy prick while she vigorously tongued his asshole. She held his ass with both hands moving his hole up and down on her tongue, orally fucking him. 

I soon lost track of Mike as Yasmin picked up the pace, forcing her cock into my mouth until my nose was buried in her light patch of pubic hair. I had stopped gagging but was still barely able to breathe as she took my throat for her pleasure. She grabbed my head with both hands and hammered her cock in my mouth, breathing hard she announced, "I'm going to cum, I'm going cum in your mouth, swallow it, oh yeah!" Her cock grew to its hardest yet and then jets of hot spunk erupted into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, as her spurts kept coming, one blast after another. I could barely taste it, only feel the creamy texture slide down my throat and fill my belly. 

Yasmin shuddered and I felt her cock deflate slightly in my mouth. She kept her hands on the back of my head forcing me to follow her cock as she sat back on the sofa, letting out a long breath. She told me, "Just keep me in your mouth for a while, lick it very gently and stroke my balls. Good boy." She leaned her head back on the sofa and exhaled deeply as I gently nursed on her half-hard cock. I still didn't like the idea of sucking dick but for some reason because it was attached to her, I couldn't pull away. There was something powerful and magnetic about her that I just couldn't say no to. I just hoped that now she would return the favor and blow me rather than the 69ing Jessie seemed to enjoy so much.

Now that I thought about it I could hear Mike moaning. I turned, with Yasmin's cock still in my mouth, to look at the other couple. Jessie had my roommate on all fours as she knelt behind him slowly feeding her fat cock into his hole. It looked like an impossible fit and Mike was moaning in distress, trying to crawl away from this assault on his ass. Jessie only laughed and, gripping him by the hips, pulled him back onto her girth, pushing nearly half of her 8 inches inside him. Mike cried out and attempted a more frantic escape only to be pinned again and have her bury another 2 inches in his stretched hole. At that, Mike's strength seemed to fail him and he went limp in her grasp, only able to moan as she fucked his ass. Jessie sighed contentedly as she finished impaling her prey on her girlcock.

I looked back up to Yasmin only to see that she had been watching me watching Mike and Jessie. "Yes," she said matter-of-factly, seeming to read my mind, "I'm going to do that to you. And yes it's going to hurt. But it's also going to feel good, so good that you won't believe it."

Her cock had begun to regain its hardness and I took my mouth off her to plead with her; this goddess who had somehow taken over my life, "Couldn't I just suck you off again?" Here I was asking to suck dick, what had happened?

"Of course you can suck me off again, baby," she cooed, "but first I need to be inside you. Now come up here and sit on my lap." I felt helpless before this woman. I looked back to Mike for some sign of resistance or hope only to see Jessie sliding her full length in and out of his poor ass. Her larger heavier balls slapped into his on every instroke and he was moaning like a bitch with each thrust.

"He can't help you," Yasmin informed me, "he can't even help himself." She took my hand and pulled me up onto the couch next to her and guided my leg over her lap so I was kneeling above her now erect cock, facing her. She pulled my face down to her and we kissed deeply as I braced my arms on her shoulders. She now kissed me possessively, dominating my tongue with her own, showing me in every way possible that I was hers. Her hands slipped to my hips and began applying pressure, forcing me to sit back on her cock. I felt her head pressing at my entrance and tried to rise back up away from the invader. 

"Wait, wait," I blurted out, "I want to stop, you said we could stop." Yasmin smirked at me and took her hands of my hips and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as I did, she snaked a hand between my legs and seized my balls in a vice grip while her other arm looped around my lower back pulling me downward. I cried out and my legs collapsed putting her tip at my entrance once again. 

"There was never any stopping this," she explained, "the minute you walked into our apartment you gave yourself to me. You think I'm going to let such a hot little piece of ass just wander out after walking in so willingly?" 

But instead of immediately forcing herself in, she applied slow pressure all the while intensely staring into my eyes. The head of her cock popped into my ass and a moan involuntarily escaped my lips. She released my balls and placed both hands on my hips, pushing me further onto her prick. She felt huge inside me, a burning pressure that only seemed to be getting worse as I slowly sank down her length. My breathing became shallow as I tried to deal with the discomfort of taking this gorgeous woman's dick in my ass. She seemed to delight in my expressions of pain, her cock growing fatter within me every time I moaned in distress. Just when I thought she would surely kill me with the length of her cock, my ass came to rest on her thighs and she bottomed out inside me.

I was trembling from the intensity of being fully skewered by her, I leaned forward, holding onto her neck for support. "You did it, baby," she praised me. "I'm all the way inside you. Now comes the fun part." She started pulling out, only slightly at first, then sliding her prick back home. Gradually she pulled further and further out until she was truly fucking me, sliding me up and down her cock with every thrust. As I grew accustomed to the pressure and the pain receded, I noticed a new kind of pressure, one that was both in my ass and in my cock at the same time. Yasmin seemed to notice the change in me and started to aim her cock in a way that made that feeling stronger, all the while keeping her gaze locked on mine. She upped the tempo and forced a moan from me, and then I kept moaning, unable to stop it. I started to jerk my cock in time with her thrusts but she pulled my hand off, "You get your pleasure from my cock, not yours. Focus on my cock and I'll make you cum."

I leaned back and to my surprise started bouncing on her pole as she guided my hips. Her fucking reached a frenzied pace, slamming home into my ass over and over, while my dick bounced untouched, drooling out cum. Then I felt her cock swell and begin spurting over and over inside me, filling me up with a molten wetness. She kept thrusting, seeming to cum forever and as my ass became soaked with her seed, I came as well spraying my load across her breasts. As her thrusts finally slowed, she pulled me down to her and breathed, "You're mine and you'll always be mine if I want you," and I knew she was right.

I awoke the next morning sticky and sore on the couch in our apartment. Mike was sleeping on the floor. A Post-It on the table read: "Thanks for a great time boys! Same time next week? XOXO Jessie & Yasmin"



New Neighbors



My wife Vicky is a little shy and naive, but if a fantasy takes seed in her mind she will probably lose herself in it. That is exactly what happened when our new neighbors wife got in her head. Our sex life was anything but boring. But this time it wasn't just a fantasy that stayed in our bedroom for in the weekend, this one changed everything. We had our share of fantasy but she had never show interest in other men, even though there were plenty of men interested in her. She didn't show herself off or make herself look available, ever.

I wasn't her first, but i was her first good experience. I'm talking about just the sex part of the relationships she had. She said she never had the best of luck. Being particularly tight she had not enjoyed big dicks being shoved inside her. It seemed i was the first to actually do some foreplay. And even with my not so big dick that made all the difference for her. She always said that she was happy that we fit so well together.

At one point we got new neighbors and my wife and the neighbors wife Stacy hit it off like they had been best friends all their lives. Shortly after they moved in my wife told me that Stacy wanted to get pregnant once they settled in. But Jack, her husband, was still a bit reluctant. After about four months, both Stacy and my wife decided to go off the pill together. Unfortunately, for me, that meant we wouldn't stop using condoms, as we were not trying to get pregnant just jet. 

Vicky confessed to me on more than a few occasions how much of a hot stud she thought Jack was. It didn't take long for her to greet him with a hug and a kiss on the mouth whenever we got together. He would often cop a feel of her nice ass or her breasts. She would play with her beautiful long hair and playfully have a finger in her mouth, obviously flirting with him. Slowly she changed the way she dressed, short skirts, baring her shoulders, deep cleavage. Meanwhile the neighbors were so open and touchy that i just accepted it as the kind of people they were. And that Vicky liked them and wanted to be more like them. Stacy would even tell my wife all about their sex life and how huge Jack is. Those two had no secrets.

Like i said, Jack didn't want babies yet, but his wife really did. So our wives came up with a plan. They had a tight thin white shirt printed, that said: please Jack make me pregnant. The shirt was so thin and tight that she might as well have been naked. Even more so because she had decided that she would never wear a bra with that shirt, after all it was the intention to get Jack all worked up. 

And it had an effect alright...

We 'the guys' were often just staring and drooling as she moved around in it. Jacks wife was a flirt and not just with Jack. She often asked me if i liked what i saw and sometimes even put my hand on her breasts. Tonight was no difference. 

My wife was just giggling, she knew it was all a show. Jack would pull my wife on his lap and grab her tits to tease Stacy back. 

"Not as much fun for me", he said. I'm just grabbing a bra here. 

To which Jacks wife replied that she would give the shirt to Vicky once she was pregnant. Then us men could ravish her a bit instead. 

"Because i think she is jealous of all the attention my sexy body is getting". Were her exact words.

We all laughed and had another drink.

Next time we met they explained that Jack wouldn't be having sex for a month before they would try to get pregnant. They wanted some build up in the sexual tension and to make it more special. Stacy also told us she read it was good for his seed but i found that hard to believe. Although there would probably be more of them. 

I teased him the whole month about how the sex with my wife was and it wasn't just me teasing him...

One evening our wives came downstairs wearing high heels, matching blue panties and bras. I could see my wife was feeling a bit shy and was talked into doing this by Stacy. But when she saw the effect she was quickly having fun with it. I was laughing the whole time as they were dancing for Jack, rubbing his pants and letting him grab their asses. We were all just clowning around, but I could see my wife getting turned on. She was making a bit of a wet stain in her panties. They started to stick to her swollen lips as the evening continued. Jack had gotten a huge bulge in his pants that my wife couldn't keep her eyes off. When Stacy got off him Vicky quickly saw her chance to grind on it a little. Of course my wife didn't forget me afterwards. Letting me rub her panties in front of Jack. "Hmmm", she moaned. "Show him what he is missing".

The next days she kept going on and on about how it had turned her on. And when i had come home from work she would tell me all about how she had been tormenting Jack over at his place. Flashing her tits and her ass, making insinuating comments, ect. It was actually funny, because he was really going nuts. 

On the morning of the last day, i got a text message from Vicky. "Is it ok if i make Jacks last day hell by showing him my wet shaved pussy? Stacy will be there too." I never in my life expected a text like that from her. I wasn't sure, but i figured she would just flash him and i said ok.

It didn't take them long till Stacy was pregnant, after that long month. The four of us had a celebration. Vicky gave Stacy a new white t-shirt and this one read, "I have Jack's Baby". Much to my surprise and enjoyment she pulled off her "Please Jack make me pregnant" t-shirt and put on the new one in front of all of us. Giving me a good view of her full and round breasts. She had a beautiful body and my wife caught me staring. 

She gave me a good fake angry look and laughed: "You know what. You still get to do to Stacy what Jack did with me". 

They shocked me when they told me. Apparently Jack had stuck his finger in my wife when she showed him her pussy. She had walked up to him that last day when Jack was sitting on the couch. She had stepped over his legs, spread eagle and slowly pulled up her skirt. 

Jack said she was so wet, that a drop was hanging from her lips. She had just stood there without saying a thing, looking him in his eyes. My wife hadn't stopped him as he reached for her and had started to moan when he gently played with her sopping pussy. 

After they had told the story they all asked me not to be mad. As it wasn't intended as cheating but as a way to get Jack on the absolute edge. So when Stacy offered her unprotected pussy he would not be able to stop himself. For which Stacy then thanked me over and over, and agreed that it was only fair that i would get a quick feel of her pussy as well. 

After calming down from the chock and seeing their pleading faces (not to mention the other offer) i decided to laugh with them. I mean, it was hot, meant as fun and it felt good. So hey, yeah i got to feel Stacy up for a bit later that night. that was sexy! She sat on my lap later that evening and i did some exploring.

But let's get back to Stacy giving Vicky the 'Please Jack make me pregnant' t-shirt. Stacy made her put it on right there. In front of all of us.

"Go on, take it, " she said. You deserve to get the attention for a while now. She made my wife not only take off her shirt but her bra as well. Since Stacy felt that no one should ever wear a bra with that t-shirt or the new one. That would totally defeat the purpose. Stacy was very good at getting my wife to do 'crazy' things. She knew how to push her buttons.

My wife smiled at me and said, "why don't you stare at my tits for a bit instead". As she slowly gave a little show changing shirts. 

That whole room was just filled with sexual energy. And i have to say, that shirt looked hot on her. It was thin, stretchy, tight, white, her perfectly flat tummy was exposed and it had a really low cleavage. With my wife's full breasts bigger than Stacy's, you could see all her curves. 

Lets just say you could probably see her goosebumps through the shirt...

"What a night," i thought to myself, feeling how hard i was in my pants.

Next thing i know, Jack grabbed my wife, pulled her to his lap and began fondling her. 

"Now i can finally feel these beautiful breasts without you wearing a bra," he said in a teasing tone. 

She started squirming as he went under her shirt with his hands. At first I thought her squirming was an attempt to escape him as he felt her up. But then it dawned on me that she was really grinding her ass into his cock. Stacy, deprived of attention, quickly jumped on my lap and asked me if i could still be attracted to a pregnant woman. She tried to keep my attention on her but i could see my wife's panties getting damp as her skirt rose up to her waist. Stacy pushed her breasts against my face as i heard Jack whisper not too quietly, "If you keep wearing that shirt I will make it happen..." 

I remember feeling my stomach turn hearing him say that. But i quickly convinced myself not to think anything of it. With the way the evening was going so far and all. I actually thought i was going to have to discuss swinging with our neighbors soon, and that Stacy was hot enough to consider it.

Vicky just giggled and squirmed on Jacks lap, finally pulling herself away from him she walked over to me. 

"Oh", she said. You got excited i see. As she felt my hard-on through my pants. I admitted to them that you two beautiful ladies certainly hadn't left me cold. 

Stacy said: "Maybe the shirt can even convince you that you should let your wife get pregnant". 

If i think back about that comment now, i wonder if it was intentionally that she didn't say by who.

I thought Vicky would probably wear the shirt once or maybe under a sweater. Because she said it was nice to wear. But she ended up wearing it visibly and a little too often. She did look so sexy in it though and we had more sex than ever. Maybe it was going around without a bra, having her tits on display like that; making her feel sexy. Still, I had to talk to her because it was just a little upsetting that it had Jacks name on it... You know.

She got a bit angry when i brought it up. Saying that she didn't need a shirt with my name on it because this was the shirt Jacks wife got all the attention in. That this was the shirt Stacy gave her. And that this was the shirt that had the memories of a nice evening. This one stood for our little inside joke. And probably the sexiest night we ever had. Not some new shirt because i needed to have my name on her like a jealous asshole. She asked why i was acting this way when we were having so much fun and we had such a nice experience with them. She asked if i didn't agree that our sexlife was on fire. If i didn't like her slutty side. I agreed, sex was great and i did like her dressing slutty and all the crazy things she had been up to with Stacy.

Clearly i had picked the wrong time to bring it up... And she did have some points.

But then she confessed something. Jacks wife had been telling her about Jacks huge dick and how it felt to be stretched like that. And that she had confessed to Stacy at one point that she was a little curious.

Ok, here comes the swinging i thought... 

She wanted to know if this was something we could talk about. She said it would be just to experience the feeling of getting her pussy stretched out like that. After having learned so much about better sex and with proper foreplay and such.. Just so she could try if she could stretch enough to completely take him inside her. 

Turns out it had just been a naughty idea but it had grown to be a bit of a fantasy. She said:"I'm just asking if we can talk about it and Stacy would ask Jack the same thing". 

"Pffff," i responded. "I don't know what to say. I'll think about if i want to discuss this". That's all i can promise.

I was puzzled, this seemed to be a request just for her. I asked if that was why she had been wearing those shirts. 

"Well they are really nice too, and they make me feel in control and sexy. But i was scared to ask." I said: "You know you can ask me anything". 

"I'm just scared to ask you big things like that, that i really want". 

I asked her what she meant with things like that. But she said: "Isn't this enough for today, i really don't want to talk about it any more. I just told you about this big secret fantasy and i'm kind of embarrassed." 

"Ok, we'll leave it alone," I said.

To myself i did think that if she really wanted this... She was my mate for life, should i be denying her such a big wish for her whole life? Or would it just pass?

Until another evening at Jacks house. My wife had taken a long time getting ready and finally came down wearing the white shirt. I didn't say anything but i felt we would be discussing that topic again. And once at their house, it was Jacks wife that brought up the subject while having a glass of wine during a card game. 

She said: "Jack and I talked and we are ok with it". "The whole trying if your wife can take Jacks beautiful and huge dick all the way in her pussy". 

Have you thought it over..?

I said:"I'm just not sure how i should be feeling about this. I want to give her everything she wants, but it's not nothing. I feel jealous already." 

"Have you considered that with your wife's very tight pussy it might be an enormous stretch once she has to give birth?" Jacks wife asked me. "That in that respect it's also doing her a big favor?"

I hadn't thought about that... She would almost certainly tare if our baby had to come through that small opening. 

My wife asked me, "please? You know i love you and it's not sex or something that will happen a lot". 

"Only once i hope", i replied a bit agitated. 

HAHAHA, Jack laughed, "i doubt she will get it all in the first time." 

"But we thought of that, said Stacy". Jacks wife grabbed a plastic bag and took out a monster of a dildo with a huge smile on her face. I have never seen my wife blush like that. 

"You can help her stretch her up at home," she said. 

"Is that thing your size?" i asked. 

"No but it's close," he answered while looking at my wife standing there holding that rubber monster with her mouth wide open. It's a cast of my dick, but both the mold and the cast shrink a bit when they dry.

We could all see how turned on she was getting. Her nipples were poking through the thin white fabric. She was still blushing and had goosebumps all over her body. I could only imagine how wet this was making her.

Suddenly Jack stood up and grabbed my wife under her skirt and asked in a joking tone, "are you getting wet already"? 

My wife's jaw dropped even further and they just stood there for a minute. 

"Yeah she is soaking alright," he said and turned to me. 

"Sorry man, just breaking the ice. Having a joke, trying to embarrass her a bit, defusing the tension and all". 

I'll admit to myself it felt nice not being the one that was getting pushed for a second.

After a glass more and a lot of jokes i said i really should take my wife home. Jack agreed that she looked like she really needed some, and laughed. Once home we started tearing each others clothes off but to my surprise she wasn't wearing any panties. 

I said: "So wait, Jack had his...". 

"Yes", she said looking down. "He even slid his finger all the way in me. 

Again...

I wanted it to be your surprise for if you agreed to let me try with Jack. But i hope you are not mad at him for taking your reward from you, are you sweety?"

"Guess not, i'm getting it now aren't I?" i said.

"Yeah but he just acted like he can finger me whenever he likes... He didn't ask. He just acted like..."

"It's ok sweety, come in bed already."

Once in bed we had amazing sex. Trust me, she really made up for it. After i got rid of my used condom she asked me to try the dildo they gave us, but we never got any further then 3 fingers.

The days after that went by fast but she was asking me to stretch her every day. This girl was dedicated to stretching herself up for him. I had never actually formally agreed to the whole thing, but here i found myself working this big dildo into my wife. And then she had started naming the dildo: "Jacks dick". 

Now that, became humiliating. 

"You know what it's for", she said. "You agreed to this yourself. Don't ruin it..."

At one point we finally got the head in and she started having orgasm after orgasm without even moving the dildo. She was crying out: "Oh god, Jacks dick! I love the feeling of getting stretched by Jacks dick! I love it, i love it! I feel like such a slut".

Wow. I did not see that comming.

Luckily that feeling faded as we were having so much fun with that dildo in bed. We both got what we needed and more then ever. Then she started to ask me to stretch her up before we had sex. And she would ask me if i could get used to her having a pussy that would fit a real dick. She seemed to be enjoying the dirty talk as well as the humiliation on my face. 

Then one night she stopped me during sex, and asked me if she could give me a blowjob instead. She said she couldn't feel me inside her after she just had 'Jacks dick'. 

She did that on purpose, she couldn't keep herself from laughing. Though she did actually refuse to let me continue fucking her. 

Some nights later when we were over at Jack and Stacy's again, my wife blurted out that she wanted to try the real thing. My heart was in my throat and i heard Jack mumble, "Sure get yourself ready". 

She went through her bag and found the dildo. She had taken off her panties and asked me to come over to her on the couch. With my wife's pussy on display for the whole room she asked me to start licking her. 

"Come prepare me for Jack's dick". Followed by a nice, "pleaaase?" And a way tooo happy smile.

I could see she must have shaved her pussy today with the evening already in mind. I went down on her while stretching with my fingers until the dildo could fit. When the head went in she almost came right there, just like the first time. 

"Oh god i love being filled up completely. Big dicks feel wonderful once you know what you are doing and you are all soaking wet, exited, and sensitive inside. It's pushing against every sensitive area in my pussy at the same time. Everything feels so much more intense when i'm being stretched out like this", she moaned. So intense and full.

She gently pulled out the dildo and asked me to use my tongue a bit more. She joked: "Come on get some more spit on there, make it easier for Jack to get his dick in me".

Jack, who had now taken his pants off and sat in his big chair. 

She told him she was ready, to which he replied that he wasn't, holding his soft dick. Noting that she probably should be on top. My wife walked over to jack and started working on getting him hard. 

"Come on, I'm not 16 anymore, a handjob won't get me hard". 

My wife looked over to Stacy who nodded her to go ahead. Without hesitation she started licking and sucking on the head of his dick. 

She then looked at me and laughed, "I can't even give him a proper blowjob because i can't fit it in my mouth". Implying she thought she didn't have to ask me before taking this liberty. My wife was sitting on her knees sucking the neighbor. And I was just sitting there, with a hard on, leaking pre-cum from just having licked my wife. Watching the live sex show, that i didn't think it would be. I knew that if I would open my mouth i'd get three angry looks. I had no choice but to sit there, sick with jealousy, as Jack grinned. 

Jacks wife joined me on the couch and she could see the stain forming in my pants. I noticed a little smirk. Then Jack turned my wife around and held her gaping pussy above his massive member. 

"Hey hold on," i said. "What about a condom or something?" 

"We don't have anything that big sweety," said my wife. 




New Neighbors



"But you have never let me inside you without a condom."

"Sweety not now. Don't be jealous and trying to ruin this. Just because Jack gets to be inside me without a condom first. It's the circumstances, you didn't think of XXL condoms either. If you were this big we probably couldn't use condoms either."

Then Jack told me it would only make it more difficult with, and his wife reassured me he was clean. "It's not that i said, but she might get pregnant. She is not on the pill remember, we only use condoms for protection". 

"Yeah and we are only trying to fit the head in," my wife said. "I'm not going to let him impregnate me like this. You know me better than that. There really isn't much of a chance of me getting pregnant by the pre-cum that he will be leaking while he is inside me."

I thought to myself, sure go ahead. Push our neighbors huge unprotected dick in your tight, wet pussy when you are most fertile. Some fantasy you have... At least there is still a morning after pill if it goes wrong. 

"Ok, ok, i said. Go ahead". With a 'whatever' kind of expression on my face.

Sadly I had no idea at the time what i had really just done. And what the true consequences were of allowing my neighbor to enter her unprotected. As I was the only one not in the loop.

As i watched my wife slowly work the head of Jacks real dick in her dripping opening i could feel myself twitch. I felt drops of cum being pushed up and opening the tip when they came out. I was so close and i felt embarrassed with Jacks wife watching me closely as the stain in my pants grew larger. 

We watched my wife push just the tip in and out as she stretched for maybe 10 minutes. 

"Turns you on to watch their hot little show doesn't it?" Jacks pregnant wife whispered as she rubbed my hard on through my pants a little. 

"And with that shirt on, 'Please Jack make me pregnant'... It looks even better on her then on me. Can you already imagine how much better this would all look with his dick all the way up in her womb? Can you imagine her face, looking at you?"

Just at that moment the full head of Jacks dick finally popped into my wife's tight little pussy. She erupted instantly. I could see what looked like a teacup of fluid running down his shaft to his balls. She had her mouth open and she was breathing like she was giving birth. 

"Ooooh My God!" Was all she could bring out in between her breaths.

Jack had to fight to keep her up straight and not to let her slide down any further. When she calmed down she asked Jack if he was ok and if he could continue. Of course he was. 

She started to slowly move up and down. It looked like her pussy was being pulled inside out and back in, that's how tight she was around him. When finally her pussy started to slide over his big dick because of all her juices. Her expression changed to amazement with what she was feeling. My wife's tight pussy was being stretched to the max. She just went on and on, "Oh, shit. Yeaah. Oh, god. Soooo good. Amazing".

Then she directed her attention at me for a bit. "You understand that i have to slide it all the way in and out of me, don't you sweety? I need to push myself down on him again and again, as deep as i can take him. The walls inside my pussy need to get stretched up further. I think it would be nice for the pain if someone played with my clit. Would you like to lick it sweety, or can Jack do it with his hand?

I said no thanks, I didn't want to lick her when his dick was still inside her. So she said then I should ask Jack 'if he would please play with my wife's clit'. That was hard to get over my lips, weird hearing myself say it. I was so confused, they were clearly playing with me. When he started to gently play with my wife's clit, her moaning got louder. She looked me straight in the eyes with a mix of pain and pleasure on her face. "Mmmm"

"You know this is not fucking, right sweety? Try to keep perspective, i can only imagine what this must look like now. Sliding up and down his shaft, moaning with pleasure". 

"You are not having sex, i know, i know, i replied." 

"And Jack is not trying to make me... oooh, ooooooh god, CUUUUUM! I'm cumming again! Ooooh! Aaaaah! I'm cumming again".

Jack quickly pulled out of her and helped her to the floor. There she lay still having orgasms wearing just her shirt, covered in her own juices. 

An expression of disbelief and utter joy. Her hands between her legs probing the huge gaping hole Jack had left in her. Her orgasm just kept going and going. I'll never forget that image. 

Also because Jacks wife had taken a picture of it... 

My wife put her panties back on and what followed was a celebration photo shoot. Something to never forget this night. Among my favorite pictures was one with Jack standing with both his and my wife on either side of him. With his arms around them as they all had a big proud smile. There were several pictures that followed where Jack was sucking on the breasts of both women. What a bizarre night. But i actually didn't feel too bad about it. There was a nice atmosphere, i was laughing, turned on, a bit drunk and my wife was all over me. Thanking me again and again for doing this with her. She was all over me.

Later Stacy said she felt that since Jack gave my wife an orgasm she should return him the favor by finishing the blowjob she started earlier. "Remember that you got to finger me too that time" she said to me. She thought it would make him crazy horny all week, having had my wife's pretty little mouth sucking him. And that she could use some of that; being pregnant and all. My wife told Jack that was the least thing she could do for him, for helping her with her little fantasy. She actually corrected herself there, "big, long and thick fantasy of course". 

And she was even nice enough to asked this time if i would not be jealous. Or she would not do it. Because, she said, this would be really sex! This would be a normal blowjob with the purpose of making Jack cum. But Stacy insisted it would only be fair. She slipped her hand in my pants and played with my dick. I didn't want to cum in my pants. Stacy asked if it was because i hadn't gotten any. I was stumbling over my words, looking at my wife. Stacy said: "Go on, tell your wife to get on her knees for Jack again. Tell her to put those cute little lips over his dick again. You wife needs to hear that you are ok with her having sex with Jack," as she continued almost making me cum.

"Stop!" I said. Ok, she can.

"What?"

*gulp* Sigh...

"Sweety..."

"Sweety would you..." 

"Sweety get on your knees for Jack."

"Suck Jacks dick. Put your lips around his dick and suck him off"

Stacy said it wasn't good enough. That i actually had to say that she could have sex with him. As this wasn't just for fitting or stretching. She would be sexually pleasuring Jack.

After what had already happened tonight. I guess somewhere i really did want to see her do it again. I could have said no and called it a night. I had so much going on in my head it was making me dizzy. I watched my wife kneel before Jack in a submissive manner and take his dick in her hand. 

"Vicky, I want you to have sex with Jack. I want you to please him and make him cum."

And slowly she began to worship his dick with her tongue and mouth. I had never seen her like that. It wasn't a blowjob, it was worship. Stacy joined her and i watched the both of them swap his juices.

When he was almost there he didn't want to cum down my wife's throat. Which made me happy for a second. So i agreed that he could come on her body. He had her lay on her back as he jacked off and came on her panty covered pussy. A massive load of thick cum landed on her lace panties.

Stacy started to kiss her. While i was taking pictures of their faces, kissing, Stacy had started to rub Jack's cum into Vicky's lace panties. She slowly worked the cum soaked cloth into Vickys pussy. By the time i noticed her two fingers were almost completely inside Vicky. I was way too horny looking at these girls getting it on to even consider stopping them. I really couldn't, i was even about to cum in my pants without touching myself. 

Stacy gave Vicky another orgasm. 

As she pulled her finger back out, the panties were still sticking inside Vicky's pussy. 

This was the first time came in my pants. And it was because of watching Jacks cum being pushed through the holes in the lace of my wife's pussy. She looked like such a slut covered in his cum.

She helped my wife up and said we should get some sleep...

Jack agreed and said, "looks like this man here needs a pair of clean pants". 

The stain was huge, I had cum at the same time as my wife and completely emptied my balls in my underwear. My head got warm and red as they all laughed. "Did you like it that much?" My wife asked. She thanked Jack and his wife and said that we would let him know when she would be ready to take it a bit deeper.

What had i done?

It had turned into something completely different. Something i'd never normally agree to. I felt a bit tricked but i was sure this wasn't planned. I felt confused because i had also enjoyed some parts. But how far would this go?

Stumbling home from the party my wife left her clothes behind and just wore that short white t-shirt, the cum soaked panties and a pair of very high heels. I told her a part of me wished there were some people in the street to see her like that. Like the little slut she had been tonight. It had turned me on so much, it was nothing i ever expected from my Vicky. She thanked me for letting her suck Jack off, she said it made her feel exactly like how she looked, that she loved that, and her whole body was on fire. I wanted her so much. I think i could only think about sex at that moment. 

Once home she didn't let me fuck her, or masturbate or even change my underwear. She was sore and sure she wouldn't feel my dick inside her anyway. But most of all she wanted me to save up this sexual tension. To enjoy the feeling. "Feeling this much excitement is one of the best and most important parts of sex, not the rushing to an orgasm". She said to me.

She had also made up her mind that if i wanted her to be pregnant that i would have to go without sex for a while, just like Jack. Then she was out like a light. 

As i was falling asleep i lay thinking. Why did she end her answer about not letting him impregnate her, earlier that evening, with: "not like this"?

The next morning Vicky and I decided it was time to get pregnant. Or shall we say i was talked into it during half a blowjob. The second i woke up i had a pussy in my face. And it was not until after a few minutes i noticed that she hadn't showered yet. My ordeal had just begun as this meant i was no longer allowed to have any orgasms for something like a month. 

My wife told me we would just see how it went. 

Next day she came home with condoms and numbing cream. Her idea was that if i had to go without, that didn't mean that she had to. Nice, huh..? She even made me promise that she would not have to go without real sex just because i wasn't allowed to orgasm. I have to say, i have never been so frustrated in my life. And i now started to understand the hell Jack went through. Here i was fucking her as good as i could but i could hardly feel anything. With the rest of my body all excited and my head between two lovely boobs, my brain was screaming for release that never came. 

And then there was the teasing from Jack and Stacy of course. Specially her telling me she had no panties on, riding her pussy against my hand and rubbing my pants all the time. 

"I talked to Stacy about the fact that you love me acting like a slut," Vicky said out of out of the blue. It was a normal quiet thursday and i was thinking about work stuff. She wanted to know if i wanted to test how much i liked it. 

She said she would consider acting slutty during a night on the town, but i would have to allow her to decide how far she wanted to go in her flirting. I was excited about the plan. This slutting had awakened a sexual flame in her that you could just see burning by looking at her. So i agreed and she told me it would be that saturday. She had laid out some clothes and asked me to help her get ready. Standing naked in front of me with a clean shaven pussy she asked me to help her in the black stockings and garter belt. Sitting there on my knees, helping her in her stockings, i could smell how turned on she was. She grabbed my hair and told me to lick her. I was to go slow and tease her, bring her right on the edge. 

She thanked me for making sure her instincts would be calling the shots tonight. And i was to put the bra back in her drawer as she would not be wearing it. She put on a little red dress that clearly showed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. And asked: "Slutty enough for you?" Yes it was.

Once we got to the club, the three of us had a discussion about how this was going to happen. Stacy would pretend to be with me and Vicky would be our single friend in her little slutty dress. We wouldn't be entering all together, Vicky would go in a while before us so she would look alone and approachable. When they asked me what i didn't want happening i said no sex but that was logical i thought. 

"Interesting," my wife said. I thought we agreed that you had no say in the matter. Then Stacy interrupted. Wouldn't that make it too safe? If you didn't have to worry anything might happen?

She came with an idea, Vicky would give me her condoms and that she could come and ask for them if she wanted one. That way it would not be off the table but i still had some control. As a compromise, i agreed. So did my wife. Stacy said, ok. Rules made, no more changes! 

My wife went ahead while me and Stacy waited in the car. Stacy reminded me that Vicky was only trying this out, so i was to give her space if i ever wanted her to be a little slutty again. And that no matter what, i was to stay in my role as her friend. When we went in my wife was at the bar ordering and a man was already standing next to her with his hand on her little round ass. As we walked passed her i could see his hand rhythmically squeezing. She didn't seem that into him and later in our booth she admitted she just wanted me to see a strangers hands all over her after only a couple of minutes. 

We had a booth way in the back out of sight for most of the people in there. But when we were all dancing she sure got loads of attention. Guys dancing with her, sometimes two at a time. The floor was packed and i could not even always see where their hands were. Then one moment she was making out with some sportsy looking guy, and the next they were gone.

After a couple of minutes Stacy spotted them, they had gone back to our booth so we joined them. I introduced myself and he said his name was Dillan, he was one of the DJ's at the club. Stacy introduced herself as my wife and asked Vicky how she found such a handsome guy so fast. He blushed and said that he was the lucky one to have found such a beautiful single woman. My wife hopped on his lap facing him with one leg on each side of him. She whispered that that was so sweet of him to say and kissed him passionately. My balls nearly burst seeing my wife all over this guy. 

When she started to talk to Stacy about drinks, Dillan got the chance to get a good look at her up close. (I was pretty sure he could see the bottom of her panties and parts of the garter straps). His hard on must have been as bad as mine. But i had to get up for drinks...

When i got back Stacy had me sit almost next to them. They didn't notice, they were waaay too busy with each other. Then i noticed she already had her hand in his pants, jerking him while making out. He had one hand on her ass and the other was rubbing her panties. I could see how wet they were.

My heart was beating so fast, i was trying not to show i was trembling like a leaf. And Stacy was only trying to make things worse for me. Rubbing my pants and whispering things in my ear about how hot they looked and how far she hoped my wife would go.

By now Dillan had moved her panties to the side and slipped his fingers in my wife's wet pussy. A stranger who she had just met was fingering her in a bar. Then i heard my wife moan softly that he was going to make her cum. 

"Do you want to cum?" Dillan asked. Do you want me to make you cum, here in a club? 

"Yes, she moaned".

"You want me to keep fingering you in public?"

"Yes, make me cum".

"You want me to make you cum in front of your friends?"

"Yes please let me cum, please."

"Won't that make them think you are acting a bit slutty?"

"Probably..."

"Wouldn't you rather have my dick inside you?"

"Mmmm, she moaned."

"I want to hear you say it".

"I'd rather have your dick inside me. But please let me cum now, i need it."

I almost lost it, if it wasn't for Stacy grabbing my attention. "Relax," she said. He's just playing with her. 

When he let her cum she was just trembling softly bucking her hips on his hand. My mind was all over the place. Stacy put my hand on my hard dick and helped me stroke it. Luckily they stopped to dance, get some drinks and stuff. And when he had gone to the toilet i had a chance to talk to my wife for a second. She asked if i was ok, because she was enjoying how she was making me feel. She wanted to know if i liked her getting me on edge. And if i still liked her being slutty. I said that i thought so but that it would be easier to judge afterwards because i was feeling really jealous. She grabbed my dick and whispered in my ear, that when he was back, she planned to suck his dick. 

Stacy came up to us and told me we would be going to the car now. And we would wait until Vicky came out of the club. I panicked. But, but... She would be here alone, and...

Yes that's the point silly. You want to give her a condom? Or do you want to wonder? Stacy asked.

No i said i don't want to tempt her using it, i trust she won't let him cum inside her.

My wife admitted that she didn't want to but that she might not be able to stop. And as we left they had already started kissing again. I looked back one last time, only to see her head disappear into his lap. 

Waiting in the car was hell, Stacy made sure of that. Reminding me that my wife was now sucking off a guy she had just met. That she hoped my wife would come back with a cunt full of cum, just for the expression on my face. And to tell me 'I told you so' about giving her a condom. Does that feel like a kick to the nuts? Knowing what your wife is doing?

When Vicky finally came out of the club like half an hour later she got into the back of the car and asked me if i wanted to know. I wasn't sure. But Stacy was. Vicky said she sucked him off just like she said she would and that Dillan had also done what Stacy had suggested to him.

Stupid me asked what it was....

My wife asked me to look as she pulled her panties to the side. Her pussy was covered in Dillans cum. She asked me how i felt about seeing this strangers cum all over her pussy.

Omg, i said: "I thought you would not let him inside you?"

See, said stacy. If you had given her a condom his seed wouldn't have been all over her pussy.

But...

"Relax, he wasn't inside me," Vicky said. I just wanted you to see me with my pussy covered in a strangers cum because it could have just been in a condom. "Give me your hand," she said. And she brought it to her pussy. Go on feel it. Rub me, feel how slippery and sticky he made your slutty wife. Mmmmm, that's it. Let your fingers feel around in that cum. But remember i'm not on the pill, so don't work it in my pussy. We might not be as lucky as last time and i really don't want to get pregnant by a stranger.




New Neighbors



At one point when we came home that night i just lost it during sex. I couldn't feel a thing because of the numbing cream but my mental excitement just made my balls drain completely into the condom. My wife was pretty upset about having to start all over and me not being able to just please her while doing so. She pulled out a cock cage and said: "I had hoped i wouldn't have to do this". Jack told me to put this on you. He thought you would never make it a whole month. And probably sneak a quick wank off in the shower. 

This will lock your dick up for a month and i'll be sure it's a real month. I know tonight was a lot to handle but i at least expected you to last a few minutes so we could enjoy some of tonights sexual tension. I'll be going over to Jack tomorrow to see if i have more luck getting it further in me when we have some privacy. Hopefully i can relax some more without people staring at me. 

And if you are lucky, you don't have to feel bad about breaking your promise. The one about me not having to go without a real dick for a month. If i can just get a few orgasms from Jack, i might just survive the month. That is if you don't mind me using Jack to get my orgasms. Ok? Will you put it on for me to make sure you save your seed up?

She was clearly in a bad mood again as she went straight to sleep. I hoped she didn't mean all the things she said while she was upset. But i was pretty sure she would go over to Jack to try it in private. As long as she got it over with i thought, as i was trying to figure out how that cock cage opened. I knew myself pretty well when it came to sex. And i knew i was never going to stop playing with myself if it wasn't for something to stop me. To be honest i cheated twice already in the shower. I think my wife knew that as well.

The next evening she was telling me all about her afternoon with jack. And that she was really relaxed and it went well. Jack had given her a massage and licked her clit while stretching her with his fingers. 

Then suddenly she stopped her story. "Why are you looking like that?" She asked. 

I told her the cock cage was hurting my dick. 

She asked me: "Why, are you getting hard from me telling you what Jack was doing to your sexy wife?" She laughed, teasing me. You fantasise about this thing with Jack being sex, don't you. I bet you wanted to play with your little dick when i was at Jack's getting my pussy stretched. Imagining he was just fucking my brains out all afternoon. Remember rubbing it in Jacks face that you had great sex with your wife? Well if he was here he could probably rub it in your face that he enjoyed both his and your wife...

"He gave me more than one orgasm you know. And they were gooood. As he managed to work half of his big dick in my tight little pussy. I think he spend close to an hour inside me today. Gently pushing and pushing so he could go deeper. Aaaauw. At one point it even felt like he was fucking me a little. Does that turn you on? That he was trying my pussy out? To see how it would feel to be really fucking me. Too bad we had to stop because he was getting close to shooting his big load of cum in me". 

Aaauw sweety, my dick!

I said that i had enjoyed her acting slutty and i liked the dirty talk but that she should be careful with Jack. And that i was getting worried.

Then she interrupted with a sharp tone: "At least he has some self control..."

"Did you at least use a condom this time?" I asked. 

"No sweety, unprotected again."

"That's my point..."

"Yeah, I bet he is struggling not to make me pregnant. With me so openly begging for it, haha."

That is why i am saying this, are you sure that is such a good i.. 

"Oh sweety, look at what you are doing," she interrupted. "You are leaking so much of your juices in your boxers. Do you need me to stop talking about what Jack is doing to me? You would have never lasted a month without that plastic tube around your dick. I'm sure of that now. I'm still amazed you can get so excited about a story where the neighbor almost makes me pregnant. I don't get you. You agree to this like a man and then you complain about it constantly while leaking cum in your pants from excitement".

I responded:"In my defence, I think i could get horny right now while looking at how paint dries."

She said: "Relax, i never even went to Jack. He didn't have time so we moved it."

We are meant to tease you remember?

A couple of days later when Stacy was about five months pregnant they invited us over for a party. It was a hot summer day so my wife decided to wear a very short, fairly sheer, skirt that showed a lot of what was underneath. She also didn't have a bra on as she was wearing the white t-shirt again. I was complaining because there would be other guests there. But she said it would only be Jacks friends. And that Jack had asked her to wear it as revenge on me for teasing him. She was to introduce herself as my wife but act like she belonged to Jack.

I could see the outline of a small white g-string. Noticing that I was checking her out my wife pulled up the hem of her skirt to show me her panties. They were also very sheer and the gaps in the lace were so big you could touch her skin whereever you liked, she might just as well have had nothing on. 

I didn't recognize them. 

"New?" I asked.

"Yes, Jack gave me the skirt and string to wear for tonight."

Remember sweety, It is still your turn to get teased and i intend to show you what you can't have.

Grabbing a condom from next to the bed I walked over to her and tucked it down the front of her panties saying, "Just in case then... 

A condom this time? Beforehand? Is that permission to have actual sex with someone you maybe never seen before? Don't want to risk your unprotected wife at Jacks party?

"Vicky giggled and dropped the hem of her skirt. The only one that needs to wear a condom in my pussy has his little dick locked away in a plastic tube... 

Thats, not nice sweety, i said. Oh but it is she said. I'm really starting to enjoy you wanting me that much. And all the power i have over when you get relief and when your balls are blue.

I bet you would let me do anything tonight for just one orgasm...

It was a great party and Jacks friends were really nice. Many glasses of alcohol, laughter and flirting later my wife came back to sit with me on the couch. Finally some time with my wife i thought. She told me she was so horny and that it didn't help that Jacks friends had tried to get their hands under her skirt. 

"Did they actually do it?" I asked.

"Every time i grab a drink i have to reach over the beer crates, completely exposing my ass. I think more then one guy has already had his fingers inside me. I think there were about four of them standing there as i was trying to gather some bottles. I couldn't get back up. All those strange fingers going over my ass and in my pussy. They got me wet.

I said: "I'm starting to think Jack told them my dick is locked up".

No he wouldn't, but it has almost been a week since my last orgasm. And all these men are making me so hot. Luckily i can fend for myself, I told them my ass was off limits and they backed off." 

"But now i'm so horny" she moaned loud enough for the room to hear. 

"Welcome to my world", i replied. 

"Yeah but that is for a good cause," she whispered. "God I feel like pushing myself on Jacks dick for a while. Don't worry though, i can almost take him completely now and then we are done stretching. Also, the month is almost up so you can get your release and i can get pregnant. I'm so horny i'm going to get another drink, do you want anything?" She got up and she was gone again.

Did she just go back... to those...?

30 Minutes later i watched my giggling wife standing next to Jack. He had his hands on her ass under her skirt, feeling the panties he gave her. He kept his eyes on me and when he saw i wasn't going to stop him he slid his hands in her panties. How did she turn into such a slut for him? She was letting him finger her and everyone at the party who looked at them could see. But it looked more like they were all looking at me. I felt so ashamed. He asked her to get me out of my seat, exposing the cum stain on the front of my pants. And for her to ask me to take her panties off right there in the room. 

As i slowly pulled them down the condom fell out, on the floor and she moaned. 

I got pushed down again and i gave her the condom back. With a big arm gesture she put the condom in my pocket. I knew it was too small for Jack but for the rest of the room it must have looked like she was telling me she was going to let him impregnate her. I had no idea how to react anymore but my dick was raging in my cage. Who was this woman? She leaned all the way into me to whisper something to me while exposing her little wet slit to the whole room. 

"I'm going to go upstairs with Jack now, you stay here. I want you to see their faces when they hear the bed squeek." Then I watched her hop up the stairs after Jack. Soon as we heard noises from upstairs, everyone was looking my way. Trying to figure out how i felt. I was the entertainment that night. One of the guys wives came to ask me if it was true that my wife was going to let Jack impregnate her up there tonight. And if she really had been sucking me to the edge of my orgasm every day, just to lock me back up. They all knew I was locked up!

That was too much, I went up the stairs but Stacy said not to interrupt them and give them some space. I found the door and looked through the crack. Not long after that, Jack got that skirt off my wife as they were kissing. "I don't need a condom do i my sexy little slut?" Planting his face between my wife's legs he caused her to writhe in pleasure. 

I heard him say: "You know what i said about wearing those shirts, right? If you begged me long enough i would claim your womb.

It seemed like she didn't have much trouble anymore taking his big member. I had no idea if i would still be able to give her any pleasure with my size again. He started pushing it deeper and deeper. It looked more and more like he was just having fun fucking my beautiful wife. She had already had one orgasm. Moaning that she loved his big dick and she never wanted to have to go without it. Every time he hit her deepest point i could hear her say thank you, thank you. "Stretch me Jack, push deeper," i heard her moaning. Make my pussy fit you.

Then I heard: "There is about an inch left but i'm really close to coming. I don't think we will get it all the way tonight."

My wife, feeling another orgasm close, kept telling him to keep going. I was still pretty sure she wouldn't let it actually happen. That it was all part of the game they were playing, although i was sweating like a pig. 

If she managed to take it all she would be done like she said earlier. And i had been waiting for a month now to be allowed to impregnate her. She had kept me at the very edge of suspense and excitement. My sperm production was at full steam without any release. Often i could just feel big drops of cum forcing their way up out of my dick when i noticed some girl's ass or tits. Vicky had sometimes taken me out of my cage for a quick suck just to get me close, to make sure i would not just get used to not having sex. Surely after all that and the teasing, she wouldn't just let Jack impregnate her upstairs at a party? She wasn't like that was she? She never had been. She was always happy with me and the sex was good. 

Suddenly I noticed that he was getting close as he muttered, "If you want it, beg for it!" My wife moaned what sounded like "I'm yours" Followed by "Please take me". Then it became loud and clear to hear. "Ok, I'll be exclusively yours until i'm pregnant". He pushed hard and his big head must have opened her cervix because the last inch just seemed to 'plop' in. It looked like he came in her as she had another screaming orgasm. YES CUM IN ME JACK. PLEASE, PLEASE MAKE ME PREGNANT!

Hard enough for the whole house to hear.

It had all happened in a blink while i was deep in my thoughts but i had seen it all. I stood, staring in disbelief.

I should have payed attention and barged into the room! Stopped Jack from turning this stretching into actually fucking my wife. I realized too late her begging him was real. I realised i had let this happen. That i had lied to myself on purpose. Why would i have done such a thing?

They held each other for a moment before they started kissing again. Either he didn't go soft or her kisses got him hard again, like they always do me. He started fucking her again. 

I was lost. I couldn't do anything but stand there watching as he went deeper in my wife's fertile pussy then anyone ever had. The realisation that, in a way she had still been a virgin until now made me feel weird. The pre-cum was running down from my trapped shaft. And my wife's moaning didn't stop. 

I was in shock. I started walking down the stairs, through the staring crowd, towards our home. I was seeing it over and over in my mind, how my wife begged Jack to cum deep inside her. 

She knew she was off the pill, i thought to myself, sitting on the side of the bed. I had just taken a shower and was trying to clear my head but i could still hear her moaning. The flashes didn't stop. 

In my head i saw how it would be with her pregnant, her taking my hand and asking: "Can you feel Jacks baby kicking sweety?" My dick twitched and two big drops of cum came dripping out. I don't remember how long i was sitting there. But when i looked up she was standing there. 

She said; "I knew you were standing at the door watching us". 

"Did you see it all?" She asked. 

I said yes as a tear ran down my cheek. 

"Did you enjoy the sex you had with Jack?" 

She nodded yes. 

"Are you and Jack done now? Now that I saw you take all of him?"

Very slowly she said, "No."

"But i think you know that already..."

"i'm going to let Jack make me pregnant." 

"I just have to. He is such a man" 

"What then, you love his cock, his charisma?" 

Yes, she nodded. But he is much more. He deserves more than one woman to have his babies. I am going to promise him exclusive access to my pussy. 

"So you are leaving me?" 

"Oh god no, I still love you sweety." 

She shook her head violently. No i'll never leave you, but i'm going to let Jack fuck me until i'm pregnant. And i need you to take good care of me and his baby.

You have my heart and Jack has my pussy.

And deep down you want the same.

I gently grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me. I was crying. She started to kiss me on the lips. Then grabbed my head and held it against her belly. "Kiss it" she said, go ahead, and i did. "Mmmm, that feels good, she said. Everyone thought he made me pregnant tonight, that whole audience watching your feelings.

"Do you still want to fuck me?" She asked. "Do you want this cage off your dick?" 

"Yes" i said. 

"Well then i want you to admit it to yourself. 

Close your eyes." She said. "Open your mouth". 

"Trust me and stick out your tongue..." 

When i stuck out my tongue she pushed my mouth on her pussy. I was in a haze because of everything that had happened. I felt like i was high. Sounds seemed different as i heard her encouraging me to lick her in the distance. The taste of her pussy was different. I could taste his dick. 

Listen sweety, at first i didn't believe it, but jack and Stacy said they were pretty sure you were a cuckold. We talked after the first time they met you. "Keep licking". 

Jack said he wanted a second woman to have his kids. And that he had set his mind on me. I thought it was stupid and did not believe it. And even if, my pussy was waaay too small for him. Yeah he showed me his dick the first day. He said:"I'm going to fuck you with this big dick and your husband will just watch and accept it". 

After you agreed to stretch me up for Jacks dick, i started to believe. But i also got scared because I had agreed that I would consider it if you were really a cuck. I had said that because I was safe to just say that. But i hadn't considered they would then want to prove it to me. Which they of course, needed my help with, so we planned this whole thing from day one.

Sweety, Jack is just so dominant when he fucks me. He wakes up my submissive side. And i just want to give him everything he asks for.

"Look between your legs. Look at how much cum you are leaking". Be honest, besides the jealousy, how are you feeling? My dick felt wonderful. Like it was being squeezed really hard because of the tube restraining it. It felt like i had 5 orgasms that tried to get out at the same time. And i had that feeling the whole day. And combined with the jealousy it almost felt like being so in love you feel sick. The only other thing that ever felt so intense. The head of my dick was so sensitive; fighting around in the tube trying to get enough contact to finally release the killing tension. I pleaded with her that i really had to cum or i would lose it.

"Ok, if i get to decide how you cum," she said. 

And i agreed before thinking this through.

She went to her nightstand and grabbed a g-spot vibrator. I was looking reluctant at her as she asked, do you want to cum or not? When she had the vibrator in me where it had never been she started telling me what was going to happen the next couple of weeks. 

As she started to slowly milk my prostate she told me Jack had instructed her to do this and that this was how i would be having my orgasms for a while. Until my wife was sure she was pregnant with him that is. "Jack said you could fuck me without a condom when i am pregnant. Isn't that nice of him? Because i hope you understand, that sexually, i gave myself to him a while ago. 

I actually told him he could make me pregnant if you would ever let me have his unprotected dick in me while i was fertile. And you did so much more then that, you handed me to him on a silver platter. You spend weeks preparing me for him, actually having fun pushing his pretend dick in me every day. Stretching me so far your own dick became useless. Licking me wet for him, watching me try to stuff it in me for 10 minutes without stopping me. Allowing me to go to his place alone, knowing he would be having his dick in your wife the whole afternoon. 

Because you let him enter me that day, Jack knew that he would be allowed to breed me. You were the only one that didn't understand the stakes that day. But Jack still wanted me to beg for it, wearing the shirt in plain sight for you to see, even to a party."

A huge puddle of cum started to form on the floor between my legs. The milking didn't feel really nice but my body was shaking with pleasure and stress. I felt all the cum i had saved up to give my wife a baby, slowly drain out of my balls. Without the reward of the huge built up orgasm my body had promised me. My balls were so painfully full of sperm.

But then something in me broke as she softly spoke to me in a reassuring voice: "It's ok sweety, let it all run out. Let that seed you have been saving up stream through your tube. You won't be needing it anymore. You won't be the one breeding me". Your wife is now the neighbors sex toy. I felt all the manhood drain out of me, literally and figuratively. All that cum came out in long strands hanging from my plastic tube. 

Her grip on my balls was getting painful. 

Then suddenly she stopped and I wasn't done yet.

"Admit it," she said. Admit that you want Jack to make me pregnant.

"yes," I heard myself say.

Yes what?

"Yes, i want you pussy to belong to Jack."

What about my womb? You want your wife to have his baby?

"yes, yes, please just let me cum."

"Good," she said. But there is one more thing you have to do before you get to cum.




New Neighbors



There is always some trepidation when new neighbors move in next door. We don’t want someone who is too friendly or nosey. People who are unable to fit into the community are equally bothersome. The home next to mine had been up for rent for several weeks. The price is a little to steep for most rental property but it did have the distinction of being in one of the finer areas of town. The owner decided to retire and live in his lake home. Being unwilling to sell the “in town” house left no choice but rental. So, after many showings, the sign finally came down from the front yard. Now it was a matter of waiting for the new arrival.

It had been almost a week and the new tenants had failed to be seen outside. It was easy to tell of the progress inside by the large number of empty boxes and full garbage cans. I don’t believe either car moved the entire week. But, I worked every day and the comings and goings certainly didn’t need to correspond to my schedule. I guessed that the initial meeting and impressions would come soon enough. Many would find a reason to greet and introduce them but that is not my style. I would rather give them time to settle in. 

While I was doing the normal Saturday morning pool maintenance, the first activity was heard next door. The storage room door was opening and closing. Items were being dragged into the yard. I could see little bits of movement through the gaps in the privacy fence and while the figure was definitely female, not much else could be seen. I could hear the cover for the pool pump housing being opened but none of the normal sounds that accompanied cleaning the filters. I thought that it was just a matter of familiarization with the equipment. 

Later that morning the doorbell rang. When I opened the door my first impression was surprise. The most wonderful creature stood looking at me with a slightly embarrassed look. She told me her name was Beth and she was my new neighbor. Now, Beth was not just an attractive woman. She was a beauty. She was about five foot, six inches tall with the most sparkling green eyes I had ever seen. Her hair was shoulder length and blond. I know the color was real because the eyebrows matched her hair perfectly. I couldn’t help but wonder if the entire body matched as well. Her figure was slender but not skinny. The loose blouse didn’t hide the perfect breasts underneath. She said that she and her daughter had just moved in and everything was going fine until she tried to get the pool cleaned. The realty agent had given her a quick run-through of the necessary steps but she could not remember all of them. The agent had told her that with all the pools in the neighborhood that there would almost certainly be someone willing to help, if needed. Of course I was available. I introduced myself as Greg and told her I would be over in just a few minutes.

I flew through a fast face washing and hair brushing. Tucking in my shirt, I headed out the door to give any assistance possible. Once in the back yard I could see that there was a much larger problem with the pool. It appeared that one of our afternoon storms had caused the circuit breaker on the pump to flip off. With no one home to reset the switch, the pool had become a mess. It doesn’t take long in a warm southern summer for the water to resemble a roadside mud puddle. It was easy to get the pump restarted but getting the water ready for use was another story. I checked the chemical status of the water, cleaned out the filters, and vacuumed the bottom. Unfortunately, the algae bloom was far enough advanced to require special treatment. I told Beth that the water would take several days to treat and stabilize before being used. She showed immediate disappointment. 

She told me that her daughter had really wanted to use the pool this weekend. One of the only reasons she rented the house was her daughters desire to have a pool of her very own. She told me that her daughter loved to swim and it was her stress-relief while in college. I offered to get the treatments started and in a moment of pure lust over Beth, I told her that she and her daughter could use my pool until theirs was ready. I really wanted to see Beth in a bathing suit of any kind. She graciously accepted the invitation. She didn’t want to tell her daughter that her first weekend in the new place would not be fun. She asked if I would mind if only her daughter used the pool this weekend. She had been off work for the entire week and needed to go into her office and catch up on much needed paperwork. She assured me that her daughter would be no trouble and I could end the pool time whenever I needed. I tried to hide my disappointment that Beth would not be able to come over, but I figured that being friendly would reap more potential benefit in the future.

Early that afternoon the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there was Beth and her daughter. Beth introduced her as Stephanie, Steph for short. I couldn’t believe that they were mother and daughter. Steph was the most petite girl I had ever seen in my life. She made her mother look gargantuan. She could not have been five feet tall and more than ninety pounds. Her short hair and eyes were very dark, the exact opposite of her moms. In fact, her hair was shorter than mine. Beth thanked me again for allowing Steph to use the pool, then said goodbye and headed for work. I walked Steph to the backyard and showed her the outside changing room and the storage room with the floats. I said that I would be inside doing some chores for a while but if she needed anything to let me know. There were drinks in the fridge if she wanted. I sort of stumbled back into the house. 

After puttering around aimlessly for a short time; my mind was not on the tasks at hand; I walked to the window that overlooked the pool. The sight almost caused me to fall through the glass. Steph was wearing the smallest bikini I had ever seen on a living person. The top and bottom were nothing more than small patches of white fabric with very thin straps holding them together. The contrast of her skin, dark hair, and white bikini were amazing. The beauty of her mother was obvious. Steph, on the other hand, was exotic and erotic. How in the world was I going to stay calm with these two gorgeous women living next door? While watching out the window, she got up from her chaise and walked to the diving board. She gracefully dove into the pool, barely disturbing the water. I could not pull myself away. After several laps she climbed from the water. Her suit was almost completely transparent! I could see the pink of her nipples and the dark triangle between her legs.

 I was totally mesmerized. Even though I knew it would be better if I stayed inside, I had to get a closer look at this tiny goddess. I changed into my trunks, grabbed a towel, and headed for the yard. How I was going to hide the obvious reaction from my cock was a problem that would have to be dealt with soon. But this girl had more surprises in store for me. The first thing I saw when walking out onto the pool deck was her lying topless in the chair. I stopped in my tracks. Her breasts were no larger than a cupped palm. Her nipples were rose pink and very erect. I didn’t expect them to be as long either. They protruded more than one-quarter inch from the aureoles. The size of her breasts made the nipples appear much longer than they actually were. While I was staring at her body it became apparent that she was also watching me. I became immediately embarrassed. She apologized for taking off her top but said that she never got the opportunity to go topless at the public pools. She said that her and her mom would sun topless at their previous house. They both loved the look of having no tan-lines. With a hint of smile she said that she would put the top back on if I were too bothered. I was bothered and I am certain that she knew just how much as well. There was no way to hide the growing erection in my trunks. All I could do was dive into the pool to hide myself. She immediately rose from the chair and dove into the pool with me. I tried to stay clear of her as she moved through the water but her movements seemed to be herding me to the shallow end of the pool. I finally gave in and sat on the underwater steps. At least sitting would give some degree of modesty to my painful condition. 

There is no doubt that Steph was enjoying my condition and discomfort. She stood on a lower step, proudly displaying her breasts to me. They were like morsels on a platter of  hors d'oeuvres. She looked directly in my eyes and asked if I thought her breasts were too small. What could I say? I had been staring at them for quite some time. I quickly told her that they were as perfect as could possibly be. She thanked me for the complement, saying that her boyfriends all seemed to like “big tits”. She liked the ability to not wear a bra with anything she owned.  She smiled coyly and told me, “Since you were honest about my tits, could you critique the rest of my body?” I was visibly nervous and embarrassed. She walked up a couple of steps until the water was just below her knees. She slowly turned, allowing me to see her entire body up close and personal. What was marvelous from a few feet away was spectacular when dripping wet and in my face. There was not a blemish on her entire body. The transparency of the bikini was apparent again. From this angle I could see that the darkness of her pubic hair ended before flowing between her legs. She was partially shaved! My cock was pushing like a rocket against the fabric of my trunks. I was not sure how much more of this I could stand. 

She turned her ass toward my face and said, “I think my butt is to flabby. What do you think?” She bent forward at the waist, hooked her fingers in the straps of her bottoms and quickly slid them to her thighs. I was now face to face with the most perfect ass in the world, at least my world. Her thighs were parted enough to see the smooth, swollen lips of her pussy peeking through the opening. Her ass was two firm, round globes with a perfectly puckered asshole taking the space between. When I looked up she was looking over her shoulder with a big smile on her face. She said, “Well, it certainly looks like you approve”.  She turned back around, with her bottoms still near her knees and said, “ You have obviously enjoyed my body. Don’t you think it is time for me to check you out?” I was in a state of shock. Here was this unbelievably beautiful twenty year old, asking to see my naked body. Now, I am not ashamed of how I look. I have always been a fitness buff and there is no excess fat. But too have someone almost twenty years younger than myself wanting to see it was like a fantasy come true. And, I still was sitting in front of the almost nude daughter of a new neighbor, who was more than most men could hope to have. I didn’t want to ruin my chances with Beth. How could I be in such a position without even trying to get in trouble?

While contemplating what to do, Steph’s cell phone began to ring. She walked past me to her bag and answered her phone. From their conversation it was obvious that Beth was calling to check in. After a few minutes of idle chat, telling her mom that she was having a good time, Steph bluntly told her mom that I was not cooperating with her. My heart jumped to my throat. I was about to be busted and I had not even done anything yet. Steph told Beth that I was too nervous to get naked with her. I was toast! Beth would never speak to me again. Steph walked over to me and handed me the phone, saying, “Mom wants to talk to you”. I could barely croak out a weak hello. Beth asked if Stephanie was causing me trouble? Before I could answer she told me that Steph was a very determined young woman and it would be better for me to just give in and honor her wishes. If I didn’t, Beth would just have to listen to Step’s bitching and griping. Unfortunately, Beth told me, Steph had just as high a sex drive as her mom. She then said her goodbyes and hung up the phone.

I was sitting in stunned silence. Beth had just told me that it was ok to enjoy the pleasure of her daughter. My once dwindling erection was back with a vengeance. Steph leaned over, took the phone from my hand and said, “Did mom explain everything to you?” I could only numbly nod yes. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. She then led me to the towels and started to dry my body. She looked in my eyes and said, “How can I properly dry you when these trunks are still on?” She dropped to her knees and slowly began to pull my swimsuit down my legs. When my cock sprang free it bounced down and hit her on the forehead. She squealed with delight and grabbed the shaft with her tiny hands. I have never considered myself well endowed, just under seven inches and a little more than average thickness. But in her hands I looked like the stunt cock of all time. Her hands could not begin to reach around the shaft. She slowly slid both hands up and down its length, rotating her hands as they traveled. She would start at the head with one hand and as it slid toward the base she would follow immediately with the other hand. After several slow strokes she grabbed the shaft and milked it toward the tip. A large drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. She leaned forward and hungrily licked it off with the tip of her tongue. It was all I could do to not cum right then. She licked her lips, stood, and said, “I believe we need to get more comfortable”, and led me by the cock to the house. 

Believe me, there was no fear or hesitance in how fast I wanted to get inside. Once in the house, I led her to my bedroom. I stood her in front of my large oval mirror. I told her to just stand there and watch. While standing behind her, I pulled her bikini bottoms to her ankles. She quickly stepped from them. I also removed my suit and kicked it across the room. I reached around her little form and cupped her breasts in my hands. I lightly pressed while pinching the nipples between my fingers. She moaned in agreement. The nipples grew even larger than they were outside. I had to feel more of her in my hands. They roamed down her stomach, over the hard but smooth abdomen, onto her thighs. I purposely stayed away from her pussy. I could see the outer surface of her labia glistening with moisture. The lips were becoming engorged with blood and turning the most wonderful shade of scarlet. As the lips swelled, her clit began to peak from its hiding place. As my hands traveled down her stomach and thighs, the heat could be felt emanating from her center. I could smell the aroma of her wetness.

My cock was pushing into the middle of her back. I could have cum easily, just rubbing against her skin. I bent my knees and slid my cock through the small opening in her thighs. I could not fathom how wet and hot she was. My dick slid easily into the space. Looking into the mirror, I could see the head of my erection poke through to the front. My cock had pushed her lips open. I was nestled in the most wonderful crevasse. But, there were other things that I had to do before entering her body. I kneeled behind her and licked the surface of her butt. With both hands on her ass, I spread the cheeks until I could see the center of her ass, with her dripping pussy below, begging for my tongue. I let the tip of my tongue flick over her asshole. She groaned and jumped at the same time. While licking her ass, I let a lone finger reach around and slowly spread her moisture over her erect clit. I could feel her legs trembling as she tried to push her clit harder against my finger. She would not get relief that easily. Her teasing had to be dealt with.

I stood again behind her. Watching over her shoulder was dream-like. The expression on her face was one of complete lust. Her eyes were partly closed, the breathing was ragged, and a sheen of sweat was spreading over her skin. I took her arm and led her to an overstuffed armchair in the corner of the room. She was like a ragdoll in my hands as I lowered her into the chair. I slid the mirror across the room and placed it where she could watch everything that I was going to do to her body. As much as I wanted to ram my cock into her soaked pussy, I held back. She was far too beautiful to let this chance pass quickly. I intended to savor every nook and cranny of this marvelously lithe body. I knelt before her and asked, “Are you ready?” She nodded her head as a whispered “yes” escaped her lips. “Would you like to cum?” I asked. Again she answered in a low “yes”. I leaned closer to her and told her to open her legs and make herself cum, while she watched in the mirror. 

Her eyes widened, as she comprehended my suggestion. A lustful smile spread across her face. She slowly moved her legs until I was able to sit between them. I had the most wonderful view of her wide open, drenched, pussy. Her hands slid over her body, lowering gently to the dark hair in the V of her legs. Through the hair her fingers ventured, until both hands were on either side of her white-hot labia. She pushed the lips together then inched her fingers into the cleft. Her fingers were being coated with the thick liquid that was pouring from her opening. The fingers on her left hand opened herself to my view. How pink and wet could that tender flesh be? Her clit was protruding from the hood that normally kept it protected from prying eyes. The two middle fingers of her right hand pushed slightly into the opening, coaxing more moisture from her interior. The fingers slid up the center of her pussy and pinched the shaft of her clit. I could see a visible jump in the size of her nipples. As she held her lips apart, the other fingers danced over her clit. Occasionally Steph’s fingers would dive back to the opening for more of her own personal lubricant. Then they would move back to the rhythm she had set for herself. Her breathing was becoming more labored. The skin of her face, neck, and chest was reddening. She was pushing her hips into her plunging, sliding fingers. Her eyes had never left the reflection of the mirror. My presence was a distant memory. She was getting so close! The hand that was holding her lips apart suddenly moved. This hand became a battering ram for her pussy. All four fingers were closed together as they pushed into her pussy. The other fingers had never stopped their motion on her clit. The fluid was washing over her fingers, running down her thighs, and soaking into the fabric of the chair. Her fingers were a blur between her thighs. With one final push, she came. Her orgasm was amazing to watch. Her entire body was trembling. The sound escaping her mouth was more of a wail than a groan. I had never seen or heard a woman cum with such force. I wondered if the chair would tip over before she calmed down. Her body slumped into the chair, her eyes glazed and staring, the breathing slowly returning to normal. Her eyes left the mirror and glanced in my direction. Again, that slight hint of a smile as she said, “What should I do next?” 

I looked into her eyes and said, “My turn”. I pulled her forward in the chair until her hips were over the edge. I was close enough to feel the radiation of heat from her body. There was nothing more on my mind than tasting her pussy. My hands moved her legs further apart and my tongue came into contact with her now super-sensitive clit. She hissed as the air entered through clenched teeth. I feared my tongue and lips would burn from the contact. My tongue drove deep between her lips, savoring the flavor. I alternated between flicking her clit and tonguing her opening. She was softly moaning, “Please fuck me”, over and over. 

Not yet my dear. I easily pushed a finger into her pussy. The wetness was beyond description. As my tongue caressed her clit my slick finger began to push past the tight opening of her ass. Just the tip of my index finger was inside her asshole. She reached down, grabbed my hand, and pulled my finger into her ass until the knuckle caused it to stop. She used my finger like a dildo to fuck her own ass. The liquid was dripping from her pussy, running to her ass, enabling another finger to slide into her ass. She was approaching another orgasm. The moaning was increasing; her ass was tightening around my fingers. Steph pulled my hand as far up to her butt as possible. My tongue was flicking her swollen clit relentlessly. Her free hand reached up to her breast and pinched the nipple so hard I was afraid it would come off. She exploded again. I never took my tongue off her clit, just moved it softer and slower. When she started to settle down I sucked her clit into my mouth and she came once more. 




New Neighbors



Steph was panting in near exhaustion. She pleaded with me again, “Fuck me. Please fuck me!!” My cock was still rock hard. I rose up on my knees and positioned myself in front of her. I was not sure how long I could hold out. The pent up excitement from watching Steph had me on the verge of  exploding without touching her. I took my cock in hand and rubbed it back and forth over her shining labia. Slowly I pushed the head between her lips and felt the tightness of her little pussy as it surrounded my dick. It seemed as if her pussy was sucking my cock inside her body. The first full thrust was almost enough to make me cum. She grabbed my hips and alternated pulling me in and pushing me out. She was in total control of the pace of fucking. I was fast reaching the point of no return. I really didn’t care how soon my orgasm arrived. Steph quickened the pace in which she was fucking herself with my body. I knew that the time was now. I was going to cum at any moment. My balls were tight against my body. Little electric-like shocks were going out from my cock with every thrust. Closer, closer, closer I came. Steph looked into my eyes and groaned, “Cum on my face, in my mouth. Let me taste you.” With a final plunge, I pulled from her pussy and stood before her. She leaned forward and grabbed my dick in her tiny hands. One stroke and all the pent up cum burst from my cock. Several streamers of cum flew into her face and mouth. She used her tongue to lap up all she could reach. Her lips sucked the last remnants from the head. I collapsed to the floor, pulling Steph from the chair to the floor as well. We lay there for quite some time. No words were necessary. It was amazing to lay on the floor with her petite body wrapped in my arms. This twenty year old had taught me more about unbridled lust than any woman I had ever known. We both fell asleep for some time. When we awoke it was dark and quiet. I picked Steph up and placed her on my bed. I crawled under the covers with her, placed my arms around her, and kissed her cheek. She chuckled and said, “Mom will be so jealous”. We both drifted back into slumber until daylight was illuminating the room.

I walked Steph to the front door. Words were not really necessary. The feelings and looks between the two of us said all there was to say. I watched her walk across the yard to her house. How could anyone ever believe the last eighteen hours? I am not sure I could fathom it. As I turned to go back inside, I noticed a small envelope tucked under the edge of the doormat. The note inside was from Beth. It was very simple. She wrote, “Hi Greg. Tomorrow Stephanie goes to class and I am off work. See you at the pool”. I need some vitamins.



New Neighbors



Jay and her husband had just moved into a gated townhome community – lovely area, upper middle class. It was beautiful and private, but still close to the neighbors. On their first night in their new home, Jay was embarrassed when she walked outside and could hear the next door neighbor, in the throes of passion, moaning loudly for a long, long time. Jay’s husband just laughed – “somebody’s getting some – later, it’s you…” while she listened, almost against her will, and wondered what it must be like, to be lost to passion that way.

Her husband, while terrific in almost every way, was not a great lover. When they were first together, Jay was inexperienced herself, and too timid to ask for what she wanted. When she began to awaken to her sensual self, her husband was set in his ways. He was adequate; he had a good time – so what if she wasn’t a passionate little spitfire, he thought to himself, blaming her for their “ok, but not great” sex life. They were both resigned to the situation.

The few times Jay tried to take initiative, to spice things up, her husband either made her feel stupid, or laughed at her efforts. Once, she came home with some beautiful lingerie. He was sitting on the couch watching the game; when she came in to model, he just laughed at her… “what’s this? Crap to leave by the bed when we fuck…”

Once, she came home from shopping to find him sleeping on the couch. She stripped, and carefully went over and unzipped his pants… he woke up as her lips touched the tip of his dick. Naturally, he moved so that she could really suck him, and she did; she was more turned on by her own boldness than she was by him, and she sucked his dick like a pro, moaning and stroking him, caressing his balls with her hands and tongue, and not letting up until he exploded.

Afterwards, he told her she’s too aggressive.

What? Other men die wanting it… other men would die FOR a wife who wanted sex, who took the first step. This guy? Forget it…

When he wanted sex, though, his moves were always the same - Grab her, wherever she was and whatever she was doing, and put her hand on his hard dick. “Come on,” he’d say, “let’s do it…” and obediently, she’d follow him to bed, where she’d strip and climb in. He’d get right to it, touching her only enough to make sure she was wet. Sometimes, that wasn’t enough, so Jay started leaving a lubricant in the nightstand, offering to rub his dick with some before he climbed on.. he wasn’t aware if she climaxed or not. Sometimes she did, to her surprise, which only proved to her that her body craved it.

Jay knew that she would never need a lubricant, if her lover took two minutes to warm her up, but properly! She knew, from lazy afternoons with her fantasies, warm oil and her vibrator (carefully hidden when he was home!), that she could be a very responsive woman. Too bad the best sex she had was in her own mind, by her own hands. 

But this new house brought in an interesting possibility… the neighbors. In particular, the husband of that happily-moaning woman next door. In daylight, he was tall and good-looking, a business man, athletic… meeting in the driveway, they made polite conversation and planned to have a “get to know each other” barbeque on the coming weekend. 

All week, she thought about him. Was it his looks? No… admit it, it was knowing he could make a woman moan like she’d heard… 

The barbeque was fun. Both couples, nice people, good food and wine, a few laughs… and finding out that the neighbor, Mark, worked from home while his wife traveled for business about half the time. “Hey, I travel about half the time, too,” remarked Jay’s husband… “Mark, will you keep an eye on Jay for me?” Jay’s husband winked at Mark, and Mark smiled… but Mark had already figured Jay was ripe for some fun – he was so tuned in to women, he practically smelled her... Mark’s wife was totally happy and content and would never dream that her darling husband might play around. Mark intended to keep it that way.

It just meant he had to be discreet, when he fucked his neighbor.

It was only a matter of days, and both spouses were gone on business… two weeks, for Jay’s husband… 4 days, for Mark’s wife. Plenty of time. Mark called Jay immediately, as his wife’s car left the driveway, and invited her for dinner. “I hate to eat alone, and I’m a decent cook. Join me?” Oh yes, of course Jay didn’t hesitate. She’d been wondering herself, how do I approach this?

He planned a nice dinner, chilled more than enough wine to do the trick, and took a hot shower, masturbating and thinking of the night ahead…

She got ready, too. She was wet all day, sensitive nipples hardening at the brush of her clothes, thinking about his hands, his mouth… and wondering about the rest. Shaving carefully, bathing carefully, lightly perfumed… she dressed in a white silk shirt and jeans. Camisole underneath – no bra. She laughed as she decided on virginal white cotton panties – what will he think? She stopped to run a finger down her slit, touching her clit for a second.. and pinching each nipple hard, before she walked out the back door and over to her neighbor’s.

Dinner was set, already steaming on plates as she walked through the door. Wine was poured, and he handed her a glass and thanked her for joining him. “Let’s eat while it’s hot, and then we can catch the sunset out on the deck…we’ll have dessert and coffee out there…” She agreed, remembering the deck was off the bedroom, same as at her place…

He kept her glass filled, and they flirted through dinner. She even stroked his leg with her foot – a bold move for Jay. He loved that he could see her hard nipples through the silk of her blouse. He would tell her so, soon, he decided. They finally got to a general discussion of being careful, not getting caught having sex with someone else, and how they could have some fun, if they were so inclined… All this, over bottle #2, and teasingly asked and answered… ground rules laid… “And now, me!” thought Jay…

“Hey, I don’t want to miss the sunset...” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs. The balcony was set, too, table and candles, wine chilling, fresh glasses… “You’ve thought of everything,” Jay remarked. He was making her feel special.

“To Mystery, and to Life,” he toasted… and then taking her glass and setting it down, he kissed her. He pulled her close, and brushed her hair away from her face. Then he gently kissed her, lips opening, and tongue gently searching… that kiss took her breath away. He caressed her neck, and his kisses moved lower, following his hands. He ran his fingers down the front of her blouse, stopping at the buttons, and then moving to stroke her shoulders and pull her close. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her. Oh yeah, she thought, that’s going to feel so good… 

“I want to see you, out here in the sunset, naked and beautiful…” he said. He started to unbutton her blouse, carefully, running his hands lightly over her breasts as he did this. Her nipples were straining against the camisole. He took off her shirt, and then slipped the camisole over her head. He stood back to admire her lush breasts before moving close to start stroking them… He had an expert touch. At first, he’d look into her eyes and kiss her, while his hands cupped each breast and he gently pinched each sensitive tip. Then he moved lower, tonguing each tip and then sucking… gently, and then harder as he sensed her response. He unzipped her jeans… the white cotton panties almost made him cum – how did she guess? And, on his knees, he put his face right into her fragrant pussy as he pulled her jeans down and helped her out of them. He was tempted, for a minute, to leave her in those panties, but instead, he inched them down slowly, kissing her tummy, her hip bones, and finally, as she stepped out of them, he spread her just enough for his tongue to touch her clit, briefly.

Then he stopped, stood up, and pushed her back against the railing… “pose for me – you’re beautiful,” he said… as he started to take off his clothes. She was ready – she lost all inhibition – and she tried sexy poses from every magazine she’d ever seen, turning this way and that… She pinched her own nipples, she turned and gave him a great rear shot, she reached down and touched her own clit, boldly, because she’d never had a man watch her touch herself before… and he enjoyed it all, against the backdrop of the setting sun, and he slowly took off his clothes, too.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his big, gorgeous dick, once he freed it from his clothes. It was awesome! Big and thick, beautiful pink head – she was wet in anticipation! (Another area where husband was only average..) “Oh, my! You’re not going to hurt me with that?” she giggled, as he came towards her. He smiled… “promise, it won’t hurt a bit…”

Standing, he kissed her again, pressing their naked bodies together. His hands ran all over her body, cupping her ass, and spreading her so that his dick was between her lips – not fucking her, not yet – just rubbing the head of his dick against her clit while his hands and mouth caressed her. She was wet; this felt incredible for both of them. He kissed her all over, paying particular attention to her gorgeous tits because she obviously liked it so much, and finally, kneeling to really tongue her clit this time – thinking only of pleasing this lovely naked woman, so willing, in his hands.

She was moaning quietly, “oh please, oh please” as he tongued and fingered her, still standing on the balcony. Thank goodness it was private! He sucked her clit and fingered her with one hand, and caressed her ass and pulled her close with the other. She couldn’t escape his tongue (not that she wanted to) but she began to writhe and quiver… and he knew she was close to orgasm… and so he pushed her over the edge… riding her spasming cunt with his tongue, licking her juices, fingering her… while she came like crazy. He kept fingering her while he moved… and as he stood up, he stopped to suck each sweet tit again, and then kiss her…. And then turn her around.

If you get ‘em at the right time, just after a big orgasm, a woman can fuck for a long, long, time – as long as you’ve got something hard to give. He knew it, he felt it, as he finally thrust that beautiful tool into her still-quivering cunt. She braced herself against the railing, pushing her ass back towards his big dick, wanting every thrust. He took it slow… pushing the head into her pussy and rubbing it around there, before thrusting forward and filling her… he stroked her so slowly that she came again, and he stroked her deeply, only pulling out an inch, so his dick could feel every sensation of her climax. Incredible. Only with effort did he pull out before cumming himself… but he wanted more tonight, so he stopped and helped her walk to bed – she was weak in the knees.

Sitting on the bed, he stood up and she immediately reached for his glistening tool, shiny with her cum… too big to take it all in, but she did her best anyway, licking the head, stroking him, moaning, sucking his balls… he liked it, he was slightly swaying and tightening his cheeks to push his dick forward. After a few minutes, he pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top, giving her a good old-fashioned missionary-style fucking, balancing on his elbows so his hands could pinch her nipples while he fucked her, and once in a while he’d stop to suck her tits, too… and she reached a hand down between them, getting a finger around his dick as he thrust forward, to stimulate him even more than her steaming cunt was doing… and to rub her clit, too. Oh, that’s it! He’s going to cum… oh! So is she! Groaning and rolling around, they climaxed together. 

When they recovered enough to talk, they smiled and kissed… “I think I’m going to like being your neighbor,” she said, dreamily… “Our little secret..”



New Neighbors



Anneka prided herself on being a good wife. Since the moment they married she knew her husband would never want for anything. Together they experience complete happiness, satisfaction and love beyond what either of them felt possible. Their marriage stemmed from a whirlwind courtship that followed the mythical Love at First Sight, something she never believed existed until she met Henry. Since then she has strived to keep him happy in every way possible. She bathed him regularly, as enjoyable for her as it was for him. She took massage classes on her free time to soothe her husband after long days at work. But her real talent, her true passion, was the skill with which she sucked her husband nightly. 

It was a beautiful event they shared. Nightly she would prove her love and devotion of the man she married while he exalted in the physical pleasure and the adoration of the amazing woman he took as his wife. She felt she had a close bond with her husband's cock, closer than even he had with it. It provided her with some of her greatest memories and was always there to comfort and please her when she needed it. Some days she would merely come home, take her husband into her mouth and her problems would fade away. It provided her with relief should could find no place else. Sucking him was the most intimate, most loving thing she could do for him. In the few years of their marriage he found her to be an expert fellatrix. She was an amazingly gifted lover that never failed to please him but he knew, with his cock in her mouth, she could work magic beyond any woman. 

In fact it was an early Saturday morning when she first heard the moving truck next door. Lee was asleep and, as was his custom, his erection waited impatiently for the rest of his body to awaken. The tenting of the sheet brought her attention to its plight and, without a sound, she drew back the material to greet her dear friend. She leaned above him, careful not to awaken him and placed a soft, chaste kiss on the tip of his organ. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, not touching him but barely caressing it with the inside of her palm. Her tongue stretched out and lazily licked around the rim then slowly took it in her mouth.

He tasted delicious. Each time she sucked him reminded her how delicious he tasted. It seemed so difficult to pry her mouth from him each night, sometimes he even had to beg her. Soft sounds of approval came from deep in her throat and his member filled her mouth. She was like a starving woman before a gourmet feast. Her mouth salivated in excitement, helping her to take more of him deep insider her and down her throat. He rustled in his slumber and she caught herself, returning from bliss of his cock in her to slow her pace and not wake him. 

She drew the length of him up and out of her gradually and released him with a tiny *pop*. Pouting her lips, she pressed them against the firm tip of his cockhead and allowed barely the tip inside her. As she playfully licked and teased his tiny slit with her tongue one hand reached beneath his splayed legs to cradle his balls while the other played down the shaft with the utmost care. Fingers gently stroking the shaft, she used her first two fingers and thumb to stroke the very bottom of his shaft just above the balls. Her she found the inner beginnings of his shaft, hidden away within him and rubbed in tiny circles using only the slightest pressure. 

She'd learned this technique from the sex tricks page of a woman's website and though she'd never used it on him when he was aware of it, she found it always roused him from his sleep in the best of moods. This time was no different. With tired eyes he looked down at his wife, now nothing more than a mass of auburn hair draped across his naked crotch. As he reached down the part it her eyes sparkling, almost smiling, greeted him. 

Taking her mouth off him for a moment, Anneka mouthed "Good morning, lover."

Unable to respond (were his vocal cords the last to awaken?), he could only moan his greeting. They had made love into the early hours of the morning and despite the talented tongue of his wife and all that came with it, his body was tired and he doubted he could stand another session without at least a little more rest.

She had already returned his cock to its proper place in her mouth and resumed her oral ministrations, this time at a more urgent pace following his rising. She was impossible to deny and he surrendered to her. She knew him perfectly and her mouth shadowed everything his cock needed. It gently traced his most sensitive spots, cuddled others and greedily sucked the tip until he almost teared from the heat that burned there. 

Her hands gently rolling one swelling ball against the others, the tips of her fingers pressing gently up and down his shaft, the irresistible sensation of her mouth drawing his essence from him, he couldn't resist. His orgasm began in him, starting in his thighs and slowly making its way to his scrotum where it blazed. It reached his shaft where it would begin its journey upwards, his wife slathered wetness on his organ, humming happily, it was too much. His mouth opened and he began to cry out, uncaring and deeply satisfied...

A loud crash came from outside the window, shaking the panes and jolting them from their sexplay. His climax stalled within him and he slowly shook his head and brought himself back to reality. Anneka was on her feet by then and looked out the window. He joined her, tearing her attention away for a moment as she gazed on his freshly woken nude body.

A moving truck was fuming smoke and leaking transmission fluid after driving headlong into the giant oak that split their property from the neighboring one, a large colonial that until this morning had remained empty since they moved in two years ago. 

"Well isn't that a surprise. The neighbors are home." She said, turning to grab her robe. "I think we should do the neighborly thing and say hello."

He looked down sadly at his disappointed member. A bead of needless come appeared at the end. 

"You just get yourself cleaned up and I'll deal with you." She pointed between his legs, "later."

Despite their questionable driving skills, the new neighbors turned out to be a fine couple. Recently married, this was their first place together and the brimming excitement was obvious. He was a year her senior, she being only twenty. They had met in college and married two years later. 

Jeremy, the husband, shared many common interests. They both took time out of their schedules to attend the gym and had a mutual interest in martial arts movies. Anneka and Janet sat in the kitchen drinking coffee while their husbands socialized in the living room. Janet must have apologized for the oak almost a dozen times and Anneka reassured her that it wasn't an issue. Accidents will happen and she is just thankful that no one was hurt. 

They ended up spending the day together and, forgetting about the play his wife had promised earlier, Ron invited the newlyweds to their home for a barbecue. The two men were fast becoming friends while the wives were learning even more about each other.  

Janet was a trusting woman and, sensing the helpful nature of her new neighbor, she began to relate some of her concerns with her. Perhaps if she got some advice from a woman that has been married for some time, she could find a solution to her worries. Sipping a glass of Anneka's homemade lemonade she blurted it out before she had a chance to reconsider.

"I'm a virgin."

Anneka turns from watching the men from the window. "A virgin?"

She nodded.

"But you've been married for..."

"...a month." Janet finished.

"How did you?"

"It wasn't easy," the younger woman grinned. 

Pressing her further, she asked how her husband could not know. How did she keep him happy? 

"Oh, he knows, believe me. He's one too. We were both brought up that way." Sipping the drink, she continued. "We're not prudes at all, far from it. We just didn't want anything else."

Sitting down across from her, the older woman placed a reassuring hand on hers. "So what's the problem?" 

"I'm just worried I won't be good enough for him. I really haven't had much experience- none, really- and I want him to be happy. I really do. He's my husband and I love him." 

She considered this, and questioned; "What about him? He's a virgin too, right? How does he keep you happy?"

"He has three older brothers." The two women laughed simultaneously. "I, however, am an only child."

As if on cue the men entered the kitchen, carrying two platters of steaming beef, chicken and hot dogs. Placing them between the women, everyone took their places and, stomachs rumbling, dug in. 

After a fulfilling bout of lovemaking Anneka rolled on her side to face her husband. Watching him breathe deeply for a moment, she told him of the conversation she shared with their neighbor in the kitchen. Having long been aware of his wife's openness about her sexuality and her compassionate nature, this didn't surprise him. However, short of inviting the couple over for an instructional four- way, something neither of them had the desire for, he had no answer. In jest he suggested she demonstrate her superb oral techniques for the woman. "Though if you do that, Jeremy will never want to have sex. He'll be content to just lay back and let his wife suck him."

"Sounds like someone I know," She winked. 

"Wish I could meet him. He sounds like a lucky guy."

She sat up on her haunches, holding the pillow above him as if to smother him. 

He added quickly, "That's a good idea! Why not demonstrate how you do it. Get a banana or something like they did in that movie..."

"Fast Times at Ridgemont High?" she volunteered.

"Was that it? Yeah....that's a good idea."

"Honey, I hardly think a carrot is a suitable substitute," she added, appearing insulted. "Besides, I think I have something more substantial in mind." With that she wrapped her hand around his shaft possessively. Together they looked into each other's eyes, silently understanding each other. 

The next day the neighbors, not having unpacked enough to make their home livable, were invited over to share dinner. Earlier that day the wives had finished the discussion they weren't able to during the barbecue. Anneka, having had a lot of experience before settling down for marriage, assured Janet that her obstacle could be easily overcome. Though Jeremy was surprised when his wife brought up her concerns at the meal, he was quieted with a gentle squeeze of his thigh. He trusted his wife, and loved her more than he ever thought he could. 

Anneka was helpful and understanding, putting them both at ease. Sex, especially between a newly married couple is very important and not something to neglect. She explained that it takes time and effort to truly understand what the other person needs. Two people so close as they are won't have any trouble reading each other's needs and they shouldn't concern themselves with the inevitable mistakes they will make their first times together, as that's what keeps their lovemaking personal and intimate. Then, holding Janet's eyes with her own, Anneka explained that there are certain things that are best learned from others that can help them as they begin. Janet nodded almost imperceptibly, thanking her for perfectly rehearsing the lines they agreed upon. 

Jeremy grew more nervous and tried to excuse himself and his wife, unaware of his spouse's cooperation in the evening. She stood and, holding his hand clasped in hers, agreed with Anneka and suggested that they could use a few pointers. They needed the help and when someone as knowledgeable as their neighbor offers it, it's a good idea if they listen. He studied the eyes of his wife, searching for any doubt, but saw only her imploring him to go along with the suggestion. Sighing, he relented.

Taking Ron by the elbow, she escorted him to the bedroom, inviting them to follow. As they entered Janet reclined on their bed, already comfortable in their new friend's home, while her husband seated himself rigidly in the rocking chair by the window. Anneka stood facing the couple while he husband waiting patiently behind her.

"As we've told you," she began. "Ron and I haven't been married that long, only four and a half years but we're very attuned to what the other wants at any given time. We can read each other perfectly and our sex life is very active and never anything short of outstanding." Though he was used to his wife talking openly in such a way, Ron wasn't sure if it was the best time to discuss such a topic in front of their newfound friends but his wife only shushed him when he tried to speak. Clearing her throat she continued; "That didn't come overnight. We had been active since before our marriage though we never hit our stride until after our honeymoon." 

This surprised her husband, who remembered their week in the South of France as a week of almost continuous sex, interrupted only recuperations on beautiful beaches and dining on exquisite French culinary fares. "One thing I learned, she explained, rousing him from the pleasant memories, "is that both people have to do all they can to make the other person happy, even if it means forgoing your own pleasure." At this she looked to her husband behind her. "Fortunately I was lucky, because the one thing my husband enjoys most is the thing I love more than anything."

Jeremy and Janet looked at each other. Seeing their uncertainty, Anneka asked him point blank, "Jeremy, have you ever had your cock sucked?" Puffing up as if insulted, then catching himself, he admitted that no, he had not. 

"It's something every man should experience and often. Every woman should know her husband's cock better than he does himself. She should cultivate an intimacy with it beyond her and her husband. After all, its what's bringing him the most pleasure for the rest of her life, it's something that she should really learn to love as well, right?" They both nodded unconsciously, wondering where this was headed.

She turned to face her husband's side and stroked the side of his neck with her lips as she massaged his crotch in slow circles. His wife had an exhibitionist streak about her but even Ron was surprised at this. It felt wonderful, and she did know just what he liked so he gave himself to her to do as she pleased. "Trust me," she whispered silently in his ear. "I know what's best, just follow my lead." 

He swallowed patiently, closing his eyes. Janet watched with wide eyes as her

neighbor fell to her knees, softly nuzzling and kissing her man's crotch through the material. She seemed instantly happy and Janet wondered if she would feel that way when it was her time. With a practiced movement, Anneka unclasped her husbands pants and dropped them to his knees. His cock bulged through his boxer briefs and, just as she had done hundreds of times before, she adored it. 

She so loved its size, shape, how quickly it swelled for her, and she couldn't be happier to share the feeling with another woman. She played with him as her warm hands slid beneath his waistband. She bared him slowly, revealing him to her neighbors with a slow tug of his underwear. He seemed to forget the audience, as he stood erect and throbbing before his kneeling wife. Stepping out of his clothes, he spread his legs father, allowing her greater access. 

With one hand on his sack and a thumb gently caressing in tiny circles, she addressed the two behind her, "Learn to appreciate your husband's cock. It's the basis of his pleasure and what causes yours. Even when you're not making love, I find it necessary to stroke or kiss it when he's not expecting." With a kiss to his balls she continued, "Try it when he's watching tv or finishing up his dinner, it will make for a very happy husband, believe me." 

One look at Ron showed this was true. A slight smile had formed on his lips and his muscled chest flexed slowly, containing the expectant pleasure he was facing. With a deep kiss on his cockhead she added, "Oral sex shows him how much you love him. It reminds him what a giving lover you are, as well as awakens the lover in him. He associates you with the greatest feeling a man can have. When he thinks of you, his wife, he remembers how good you make him feel. He remembers how he moaned when his cock slid in and out of your mouth. He remembers the feelings of releasing in your mouth, a powerful memory for a man." 

Janet moved to sit on the end of their bed to get a better look. He did have a beautiful penis. It moved in tandem with the strokes of his wife, as if they worked together. Its head was full and perfectly rounded, coming at the end of a thick shaft. He was larger than her husband, but not uncomfortably so. Janet felt herself dampen as she watched the spectacle in front of her and noticed Ron reacting with each slight touch of his wife's hands. Smiling at her new friend, Anneka angled her husband's genitalia toward her and slid back his skin, revealing the crown of her lover.

"See how aroused he is, notice how sensitive her gets on his head," she said, gliding her index finger along his crown. "For a man, this is his clit. It's extremely sensitive, especially when aroused, and must be treated with as much caution as you want on yours." Janet nodded, her mouth open but speechless. 

Anneka squeezed and stroked her man's cock, looking up at him. His head was back, his mouth slightly open. She was drawn to his taste and kissed his inner thighs, gently biting him. His scent filled her and caused her nipples to harden. No longer facing her friend she began licking and kissing her husband's balls. The Kissing turned deeper and soon she began mouthing his balls, rolling one, then the other between her lips. 

"Always remember to give lots of attention to his balls. They're very sensitive so you always be careful. Use only your tongue and lips. Men have an innate fear of being bitten there so make sure to never touch them with your teeth or it will throw him off. A lot of guys have difficult concentrating and enjoying themselves after they feel their woman's teeth on them." 

She paused to ply his sack with deep, broad strokes of her tongue. One hand continued to jack him slowly in her palm while the other squeezed the cheek of his ass. "You want him to last as long as he can. Don't want to rush him to an orgasm. That's easy to do. You must learn to slowly tease it out of him." With this her hand milked his shaft ever more slowly. 

"You should have him begging you to continue, make him plead with you to help him come." Janet inched closer and closer to the couple, fascinated with the way she described pleasing her man and was hypnotized by the sight of her slowly playing with his cock. He was rendered silent by her actions, giving himself up to her touch. With the slightest motion she would cause his muscles to tighten or a look of exquisite pleasure to appear on his face. A moment later the look would turn to a pleading, as if he had lost all control. Her eyes were closed and she was mouthing his balls and humming slightly. 

Turning to look at her friend, she continued. "After playing with his balls and teasing his head, he's usually very sensitive. Now it's a good time to take him in your mouth. He feels the warmth and his cockhead gets to cool down a little. Place your hand like this," she cradled his balls so her hand pointed away from her, her finger stroking the bottom of his crack. "And your other hand like this," she showed Janet how to stroke just under his shaft, where his balls and cock met. Her index finger curled beneath, finding the spot she was looking for. 

"He's very sensitive here, it's a very tender area so don't press hard- just barely touch. That's all you need to do." She demonstrated for the woman's eyes. "Most men aren't even aware of this spot on their body but it stimulates his orgasm and increases semen flow. It lengthens his peak, as well as enhances it." She finished speaking and stroked his organ, bobbing her head in a rhythmic motion. As always happened when she pleased him, her pussy dampened until she felt a slight flow on her thighs. 




New Neighbors



She had an urgent need to push him down to the floor and make love to him until he couldn't move but she had a duty to explain this to Janet. It's something every wife should know and she knew Jeremy, now sitting alone by the wall, would thank her for this later. She was tempted to rush through the demonstration so she could be alone but took comfort in the sensation of Ron's cock pressing against the back of her throat. It seemed to know just what she wanted. It filled her just enough to make it enjoyable and left a warm slickness on her tongue that she relished. 

She unclasped her lips from his member, held it up and addressed Janet. "This is when he goes from being teased to beginning his orgasm. It's the most intense part for him and, with practice, you can really draw it out and help him enjoy it." With a wide lick, she traveled up the bottom of his shaft slowly until she reached just below his hardened cockhead. 

"This here," she said tickling it with one finger, "is a hot spot for all men. It's perfect for licking and is so smooth and soft you can't keep your tongue off it. Flick it quickly or just stroke it with your tongue and he'll love you for it." She did as she explained, as her fingertips caressing his cockhead. 

"Don't spend too much time there or it will be too much for him. Just light the fire and keep stirring it to keep him warm." With slow, practiced movements she began sucking his head, flicking the tip with her tongue then licking the underside and moving down the shaft. She placed dozens of kisses and soft sucks on his shaft as she traveled downhard. She ended with long licks to his hanging balls. 

Nuzzling her cheek to them, she moved back up his shaft, repeating the process. Janet watched fascinated as Anneka utilized every trick she knew to stimulate her husband, wrapping them together to tease him beyond what Janet thought any man could stand. 

She swallowed him again. To Janet it looked like she'd done it hundreds of times before. It fit easily in her mouth and angled down her throat. Her face took on a look of serenity as she suckled him. 

Teasing and milking him simultaneously, one hand continued palming his balls and rolling them in her hand. Her two fingers kept at him, curling around the base of his shaft and massaging the sensitive inner workings of his sex. She made slurping sounds, not caring about the woman intently watching this most intimate act. Moisture appeared on her lips and dribbled down her chin. 

Ron held onto the back of her head, steadying himself as he began the plummet towards his completion. Anneka tasted the sweetness of precome on her tongue to the back of her throat. Her hand left his balls and stroked his shaft, gently squeezing as she did. 

He moaned and ran his fingers through her hair fervently just as she relented. 

Toying with him for a few moments, she pressed her lips against him and felt his heft as it slid through her slickened palms. He was begging, almost crying now, as he pleaded to be allowed inside her mouth once more. 

A tiny sliver of white, the first sign of his ejaculate, froze on his slit and collected to travel down the head. She watched it intently before reaching to taste it on the point of her tongue. Janet was wide eyed at the sight. She had never imagined how beautiful a man looks at the moment of orgasm, nor how erotic it must feel to take him in your mouth. 

"This is a good little trick," Anneka explained. She ran her hand up his shaft until she reached the end and circled her fingers just beneath the head of his crown. "When he's right at the edge, this is just the thing to push him over." The fingers compressed ever so slightly and relented. She repeated the process as her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. The wet movements of her tongue on the smooth skin sent him reeling. 

He shook, his legs twitching and cried out, unashamed. His wife's name came out in a moan of relief as his fingers clenched her red tresses. She took all he could give, swallowing hungrily, almost greedy. He tasted warm and sweet. The feeling of him filling her mouth caused her mind to blur. It was such a sensual feeling, she always felt herself giving in to him helplessly as he released his seed. There was no closer moment in their marriage. 

Some dripped down her chin and she lazily wiped it with her finger before sucking it off. Catching his eye she noticed the change coming over him. He had turned from the complacent man that will do anything to get his cock sucked to the ravenous husband that demanded his wife. She knew she didn't have long. Janet noticed it too and quietly took her husband by the hand to make their exit. Anneka turned to watch them go, feeling the heat swell with her. 

Smiling she called to them. "Let me know how it goes."



New Neighbors



"It's been one long winter and today its 80 degrees and sunny, and Lisa hasn't been laid in a month. She is a 30 something female that's hitting her sexual prime, brown hair and eyes, 5'7" and a body that drives most guys wild. Her mind is constantly thinking of sex, and her pussy is constantly wet from lustful thoughts that just consume her. Lisa notices outside that her new neighbor is outside washing his car, and she's been dying to meet him, wondering if he's noticed her stares in the mornings during his run as she wiggled out to retrieve her newspaper. His shirt is off and Bermuda shorts are covering the parts she's most interested in, and Lisa can already feel her pussy begin to anticipate fucking him...today. She goes thru her mind on what might attract his attention, and she decides to wear her light-pink cut-off top (the one that barely covers her nipples and exposes the very bottoms of her breasts), her tightest and shortest spandex shorts (the ones that crease up inside her pussy lips and gives a great outline of her mound), bare feet and hair up in a ponytail, and dangly earrings to show that although she's a slut, she's a classy slut.

Lisa's yellow vw bug is parked in the driveway, and she gets out her bucket and soap and sponge and hose and positions herself on the side of the car facing Him, not 30 ft away. He notices her right away, trips over his hose, but manages to return her shy little wave with a grin. Facing away from him, her smooth legs together and straight, she bends over to fill her bucket...her shorts riding up her ass crack and she can feel her cheeks being stretched, and her breasts trying to fall out the bottom of her top. Lisa smiles to herself as she hears Him trip again, spilling his bucket and cursing. She looks over her shoulder, smiles, and asks Him if there's something that she can do for him. With his hands on his hips he just smiles, and replies that he'd rather be helping her at this point since his bucket is all smashed. 

She tells him she'd love his help, and she begins to hose down her bug. He introduces himself as Gary and offers his hand, and when she turns around his eyes widen, her top a bit damp from the stray spray, making her nipples stand erect and pushing thru what little top is covering them. His eyes gaze up and down her tight body, a bit of soap on her bare belly, dripping down past her pussy, and Lisa's fighting the urge to reach out and touch his cock thru his shorts. She takes his hand and introduces herself as Lisa, his hands feeling strong around her wet palms, and she glances down to see the bulge in his pants beginning to show, and her pussy twinges, juices begin to flow as she can't wait to suck this guy's cock.

Lisa and Gary share some chit chat and flirt while washing and scrubbing, her top now drenched from "inadvertent" spray, her nipples now in full view thru the wet top, and the clingy wetness and rubbing of her top across her nipples is making her so fucking horny she can barely stand it, almost in a light orgasm as her incredibly tight shorts are rubbing her pussy and clit as she bends and stretches...her pussy juices flowing, but not being seen due to all the wetness everywhere. And Lisa can tell by Gary's walk that his cock just has to be aching from being so hard and rubbing his shorts...the thick head outlined thru his wet shorts. She finally can't take it any more...her pussy needing fucked in the next few minutes to end the torture. With almost desperation in her voice she asks him inside for some lemonade, standing with her chest and nipples heaving, and without hesitation he smiles and walks her way. 

He follows her tight ass into the house and before the door even closes behind him Lisa turns and wraps her arms around his neck, and tells him forcefully that he needs to fuck her...now! He leans into her to press his lips against hers, and she eagerly sucks his tongue into her mouth, her arms tight around his neck, her top now lifted from stretching and her nipples are pressed (and rubbing) against his chest, his stiffened cock pressing against her pussy. Moaning into his mouth she pushes her hips to him to feel his cock rubbing her hard thru her spandex, her pussy now soooo fucking wet and ready...grinding her hips to let him know this slut needs a good hard fuck. 

Gary releases his mouth and pushes Lisa back to the wall behind her...both of them grunting as he smashes her hot body between his and the wall, and he leans down to suck on her nipples...Lisa running her fingers thru his hair while he pushes up the bottom of her top with his nose to nibble and suck on each perky nipple...licking and pulling on each, causing her to moan wildly and push her chest to him for encouragement...his hands now kneading and pinching her breasts and nipples as he moves his mouth to her neck for hungry kisses and licks. Oh god Gary...fuck me...please!!!! She says over and over as she reaches down his pants to feel his cock in her hands...pre-cum everywhere and making her pussy drip with desire. I wanted to fuck you the first day I saw you Lisa...Gary says, and he kneels down to pull off her shorts, kissing her tight tummy the whole time...nibbling down further and further, stopping just above her clit, but catches her leg as she raises it to step out of her shorts, and he eagerly licks her pussy lips...driving his tongue into her...his moaning vibrating on her clit, sending her body into an orgasm like no others...cumming on his tongue and face as she screams out his name, and her body shudders uncontrollably.

As Gary stands and steps out of his shorts, he immediately pushes the head of his thick cock into her still quivering and gushing pussy, the fat head stretching her tight and then driven deep into her...continuing her orgasm, and she wraps her arms and legs around him...Gary fucking her hard like he promised, his long throbbing cock feeling huge in her tight little pussy, and he thrusts harder and harder until their hips smacking is drowning out her moans, her body into its third orgasm now and her cumm dripping everywhere. Lisa can tell by his moans and increased force that he's close...and she tells him loudly to fill her pussy with his hot cumm, and that his cock is soooo fucking huge in her tight wet pussy...and her nasty talk causes his cock to explode inside her, shooting hot cum deep inside her spasming cunt as he continues to fuck her hard...his head now so incredibly thick inside her...pumping load after load of cum into her drenched pussy...the throbbing of his cock pulsing deep inside her.

Standing still with his cock still buried deep inside her hot pussy, grinding slowly, Gary gives her sweet little kisses on her ears...nibbling on her lobes...whispering how fucking good her sweet little pussy feels milking his cock...mmmmmmm moaning from her mouth is all that fills his ears. Lisa whispers back that she hates to see all that cum dripping from her pussy...such a waste she says in a naughty voice as he continues his nibbling, up and down her neck. He finally reacts to what she just said, stopping in mid-nibble, and he carries her to the couch, and sits with her still wrapped around his cock, plopping his ass on the couch as the both of them giggle from the site...but the sudden sit drives his cock deep into her, sending a wave of desire thru her body once again. Ohhhh god that felt good! Half screaming and half giggling, grinding her pussy down even further onto his cock, her head thrown back and enjoying his size and hardness...his hands on her hips helping her move in a slow sensuous grind. Gary moaning, Lisa... ohhh god!...I want you to suck me off this time...please!...I'm so fucking close again but want to feel your tongue and lips around my cock. Lisa smiles and leans forward and buries her tongue into his mouth as she climbs off his sloppy cock, both of them moaning as his thick head escapes the hold of her tight pussy.

Lisa slides down his body, letting his cock smear cum all along the way...from her pussy, across her tummy, between her tits, and finally across her chin and lips, at which point she hungrily licks up and down his shaft using just her lips and tongue (no hands), sucking his head into her mouth...her tongue swirling around his head...tasting old cum, and new pre-cum. Gary's moans are loud and forcefully...ohh god Lisa!...please make me cum...just make me cum...suck me until I explode! With one hand she begins stroking his shaft, his head still just inside her mouth, her lips sucking and squeezing, her teeth raking across the rim. Her other hand slides under his half-raised ass, and she slides her middle finger into his ass, still wet from the dripping cum, and her finger slides past his anus and buries itself deep into his rectum.

He moans loudly in delight...Fuck me Lisa, fuck me and make me cum!! Her strokes are quick and he screams in pleasure as his cock explodes in her mouth, shooting hot cum to the back of her throat, her finger causing his ass to squeeze and lift off the couch, and back down, wiggling his ass on her finger and thrusting his aching cock into her still sucking mouth...cum spraying everywhere as his cock occasionally falls from her mouth from his erratic thrusting. But finally his wave of cum is over...and her tummy is full, and warm, and she slides back up his body to take her position on his cock, to enjoy the warmth of his body as she leans into him, her head resting on his chest as he tries to slow his breathing, his body still slightly quivering as she cuddles against him, and he wraps his arms around her to hold her tight, new found friends feeling like it was meant to be."



New Neighbors



Every once in a while, you meet someone that changes your entire life. I've always known that I was a little bit different than the other guys I knew. Every guy dated the skinny, scrawny chick with attitudes up to here, and the body of a fifteen-year-old boy, pre-puberty, because that was what their friends and family expected of them. I admit, I did the same for a lot of years, and while there was usually sex involved, there was always something missing.

About a year ago, my job promoted me to run a new office in another state. I was sad to be leaving my hometown, but excited at the same time. I realized that in the new town, I could be true to myself, and not have to worry about the peer pressure and expectations of those around me. I was going to be totally on my own. 

I got settled into my new job, and my new home. The company had given me a hell of a big moving bonus, and with my savings, I actually bought a small house in the nicer part of the city. It had a great yard, with a wooden fence in the front, and high hedges surrounding the backyard, allowing total privacy to anyone within. The first thing I bought, besides the obligatory entertainment system, was a Jacuzzi. I played a lot of sports, and knew that it would be a great investment for me, personally.

Most of my neighbors were friendly enough, but I was pretty much left alone. No welcoming committee when I moved in, no girl scouts trying to sell me cookies, just peace and quiet. I got to know the area, and discovered several nice hangouts, where I could possibly try my luck at meeting the opposite sex, and maybe get laid once in a while.

I was actually having little luck in that regard, the only exception being when a girl in my office gave her notice. Her last day on the job before leaving to a new company, we took her out for a few drinks, and she ended up in my Jacuzzi, naked as the day she was born. Of course, one thing led to another, and she left town a very happy girl, indeed. That, unfortunately, was about the only luck I'd had, and there was no chance of repeating the occasion.

My neighbors on the right side had moved out a few weeks earlier, which was not much of a loss, as they were kind of sloppy, and really didn't take very good care of the property. It turns out they were renters, and the owner had come to check on the property and smelled marijuana coming from the house. I had known they were smokers, but I guess the owner didn't know, because when they found out they were evicted immediately. There was a crew working on the place, doing some renovations, and they were pretty good about making sure that they kept the noise down, and cleaning up after themselves.

Once the work was done, the place stood empty for about a month. One night, coming home from work, I spotted lights in the back of the house. I wandered over, wanting to make sure nothing odd was going on. I knocked on the front door, and when it opened, my heart skipped a beat. The most incredible looking creature I'd ever seen stood there, and I was at a complete loss for words. She was a tall, dark-skinned beauty, and she was plump in all the right places. She was wearing a gray tank top and skimpy shorts, and looked beautiful. "Hi. Can I help you?"

"I'm the guy next door. Saw lights in here, and since the place has been empty for a couple of months, I thought I'd check it out, make sure nothing funny was going on."

"Thanks! My parents own the house, and I'll be moving in as soon as I finish up some of the painting that needs to be done. Come on back. I could use the company while I work, unless you needed to get going, that is?"

"Nope, just let me go home and change, and I'll even give you a hand, if you'd like. By the way, my name is Eric."

"Aw, jeez. How dumb of me. My name is Lori. Nice to meet you."

We shook hands, and as our eyes met, I sensed an instant connection between us. Whether it would lead to anything, who could tell?

I ran home and put on some old clothes suitable for painting and working in, grabbed an ice chest, filled it with beer, and headed over.

"Lori? It's me. Where are you?

I heard her call from upstairs, and headed up. She was in the back bedroom, painting the ceiling with a roller. I quickly jumped in to help out, and we had the entire room done in no time.

"Why don't we go sit out back for awhile? It's kind of warm in here, and the air conditioner isn't due to be repaired until next week. Those assholes that were renting the place blew it out, and never bothered to tell anyone there was a problem. They really did a job on this place. The A/C, the basement smelled like pot for weeks. Daddy had to rip all of the paneling out and reinsulated the entire room before the smell would go away. Seems like all they ever did was smoke pot and mess things up."

"They were pretty odd people. I never really talked to either of them, but every so often, I'd hear them in the backyard talking. I think they were growing pot here too."

"I'm sure they were. There was a huge chunk of the backyard that was just torn apart, as if all of the plants had been ripped out, and nothing put back. They probably had a couple of dozen plants back here."

I had known that the owners had done a lot of work on the property, but I hadn't realized that they had installed a small pool back there. It was small, but full of clean, fresh water, and Lori had put a table and chairs next to it.

"Quite a set-up you have here. I think I'm slightly jealous. I only have a Jacuzzi in my yard. Then again, I'm not sure I want to pay to have a pool installed, either." "Daddy's idea. He wanted to increase the value of the property for me, since he says he's giving it to me for my 30th birthday next year. I kind of hope he does, but at the same time, he's put a lot of money into the place, so if he decides to sell it, I'm pretty okay with that as well."

We sat by the pool and talked for a couple of hours, and I used the time to check every inch of Lori out. She was a plump girl, with curves in all the right places. Large, firm tits, a big, rounded belly, and great hips. Her legs were solid, strong legs, not a bit of cellulite on them for someone as big as she was.

"So, Eric. No girlfriend to be jealous of you hanging out with the new neighbor chick?"

I laughed.

"Nope, only been in town a few months. My company transferred me here to take over the regional office, and I got lucky and bought the house next door for a really great price. I tend to work a lot, and since I'm not a big club type, I really don't have much opportunity to meet women. What about you? Is there a boyfriend hiding in the bushes, waiting to jump out and kick my ass for being here?"

She smiled.

"That's one of the reasons I took my dad up on the offer to move here. My asshole of an ex-boyfriend was cheating on me, with his roommate. He says that I turned him gay. I was devastated for a little while, but what I really couldn't handle was all the looks I got from all of the people I thought were friends. They all seemed to believe his stories about me, and how frigid I was. Within a month, I lost just about every friend I had, and when Daddy made the offer, I jumped at it."

"That sucks! I doubt it very highly that you 'turned him gay'. He was using you as a cover, and when he got caught, he just blamed you as a convenient way to excuse it all. Sounds like a real queen to me, and you're better off without him."

She gave me a big smile, and laughed.

"That's almost exactly what my Dad said when he heard what happened. Although he also offered to kick his queer little ass for him all over town, but I talked him out of that. Sometimes, I kind of wish I'd taken him up on the offer..."

"Well, if the moron ever shows up here, I'll take him apart for you. No worries."

We laughed, and for the rest of the evening, we got to know each other better. Before either one of us realized, it was dark outside, and we reluctantly parted ways for the evening. We swapped phone numbers, and Lori promised to let me know when her stuff was coming in, so I would be able to help her move in.

Work really piled up on me for the next couple of weeks, and I almost for got my offer to help. When I got the call from Lori, though, the first thing that popped into my head was a mental image of those big tits, and how sexy she was. I quickly agreed to meet her at her place the next day, and since I was the boss, it was easy to arrange a few days off in a hurry.

The next morning, I got up early, and was sitting on my front porch with a cup of coffee when her car pulled up to the driveway.

"Eric! Can I park in your driveway? I want the movers to be able to pull the truck into the driveway, and bring stuff in through the garage."

"No problem, Lori. Just pull it up next to mine."

She parked her Mustang next to my truck, and hopped out. She was dressed in much the same way she was before, and was as sexy as I remembered her to be. She gave me a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you so much, Eric. Daddy was really happy to hear that I've already made a friend, although I think he'd be happier if you were female. He's still pissed about the last guy I dated, you know."

"Would it help if I promised to keep my hands off of you?"

She laughed, and gave me a sly look.

"I'm sure Daddy would appreciate that, but I'm not so sure I would..."

Before I had a chance to say anything, the moving truck showed up, and we spent the next several hours busting our butts moving Lori's furniture in, and getting the house set up the way she wanted it. There's nothing like moving the same piece of furniture six or seven times to really build your appetite. By the time the movers emptied the truck and left, we were both absolutely starving, and I offered to barbeque a couple of burgers for us, and she agreed.

We walked over to my place, and joked that we should put a gate between our backyards, to make going back and forth easier.

"I don't know, though. I like to Jacuzzi naked, and I wouldn't want to scare you with the sight of me naked." I joked.

"Nudity is a wonderful thing. Why do you think I had the landscapers put such high hedges all around the backyard. The only house with a view into my backyard is yours, and I somehow don't think you'd object if you got to see me naked once in a while. Or am I completely wrong about that?"

Embarrassed, I agreed.

"Didn't realize I'd been so obvious in my admiration. Guess I need to work on my poker face."

She laughed.

"Don't worry about it. I happened to catch you checking my ass out the night we met, and I saw you liked what you saw, so I didn't mind. You did like what you saw, right?"

I smiled.

"What's not to like? You are an incredibly sexy lady, Lori. I'd have to be blind not to think so."

"Well, you're certainly not blind!"

We laughed, and sat down to have lunch. Our conversation eventually led to sex, as I had figured it would, and Lori asked me a surprising question point blank.

"So, Eric. What is it about fat chicks that gets you going?"

I almost swallowed my tongue I was so shocked. She laughed to see my expression. 

"Beat around the bush, why don't you? Wow...I guess it's because I feel more comfortable with larger women. There's something about larger women that makes me relax, and feel like I can be myself, where the skinny chicks all want more than I'm usually willing to give. I've never dated a thin girl that didn't dominate the conversation, or talk about herself all night. There are big girls like that too, I guess, but most are much more interested in a give-and-take conversation. They're more interested in you, than in how much money you make, or what kind of car you drive."

"I guess I can see that, and I respect the obvious honesty in your answer. Can you honestly say that the size of her tits doesn't excite you, just a little?"

"I've never been about the shape of a woman's figure, Lori. I won't lie, big boobs are a plus, as far as I'm concerned, but they're not the whole package. There's also the size of her butt, for example..."

"Shithead!"

We both laughed, and the conversation changed again, but we were both thinking of what we'd just discussed. After lunch, we went back to work, and by late afternoon, pretty much all of her furniture was in place, and she was down to unpacking her bedroom. I sat in her armchair as she put her clothing away, and we chatted about different things. As a joke, she pulled out her lingerie bag, and pulled one out. "So, you think this would look good?"

"My opinion of lingerie is this: it all looks the same in a pile on the side of the bed."

She threw the item at me.

"You are such an asshole! God, men sometimes!"

I held it up, and moved it so it was right in front of her. I smiled, and threw it back.

"You're right though. That would look really good on you."

She blushed a little, and laughed.

"You blew that, buster. You should have said so the first time!"

I put my head in my hands and faked crying. She threw something else at me, and when I picked it up, I saw it was a bra. I took it and draped it over my head like a helmet. When Lori saw what I had done, she came over and tried to pull it off my head. The strap had gotten wrapped around my ear, and when she pulled, she yanked on my ear, causing me to yelp in pain.

"I'm so sorry, Eric. I didn't realize it got wrapped around your ear like that."

"I see how you are. Now I know you're a rough one...I'll be on my guard!"

We laughed, and she finished putting her things away. We headed downstairs, and she asked if I wanted to take a moonlight swim.

"I'd love to. Let me go get some trunks."

"If you must."

She walked through the living room, shedding her clothes as she went. She pulled her top over her head, and unclipped her bra, dropping both on the couch. She slipped her shorts down and kicked them free, and with a shake of her hips, let her panties drop as well. Those, she kicked in the air behind her, and I caught them out of the air. I could feel the wetness in the crotch, and I smiled.

She ran to the pool, her tits bouncing as she went, and dove in. She popped up at the edge of the pool, and smiled.

"Coming in? Or were you going to go get trunks?"

I laughed, and quickly stripped down. I could see her eyes drop to my cock as it popped free of my shorts, and she licked her lips slightly in anticipation. I dove into the pool, and popped up next to her at the edge.

"So, this is a clothing optional pool?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way!"

We laughed, and splashed each other, acting like kids. There was a definite sexual air around us, but no pressure from either of us to make something happen. I swam to the edge and lifted myself up to sit on the side. Lori swam up next to me, and rested her head on my leg. My cock was only a few inches from her face, and I could feel her hot breath on it.

"My, oh my, Eric. That's a very nice cock you have there. Would you mind if I took a closer look?"

Before I had a chance to say anything, she leaned forward and took it into her mouth. She worked her way slowly down the shaft, and just as slowly, worked her way back up. She certainly knew a few tricks about cocksucking, and wasn't afraid to use them. I leaned back, and thoroughly enjoyed her efforts. She sucked and licked my cock, and took first one, then the other of my balls in her mouth, giving them as much attention as she had my cock. She moved around to be between my legs, and I spread them wider to give her room. I felt her breath on my ass, and then she licked my anus. I'd never had that done to me before, and now I was wondering why. It was an incredible feeling, to have a moist tongue licking your ass.

She swallowed my cock again, and really got into the act. She was sucking my cock for all it could give her, and I could feel the release approaching.

"Lori, you're going to make me come, that feel so good."

She responded by running her fingers along my ass again, which brought me to the top.

"Oh god, I'm coming!"

She never hesitated, but swallowed all I had to give, and since it'd been a while since I'd had sex, there was a lot to give. Lori took it all, and gently stroked me as I came down from the intense orgasm she'd just given me.

I sat up, and looked at her. She was smiling as she floated in the pool, licking her lips.

"That was a very tasty treat, Eric. You won't mind if I try that again sometime, would you?"

I hopped into the water, and swam next to her. I kissed her deeply, and she responded hungrily. Our tongues danced, and my hands went to her tits, and her rock hard nipples. She moaned as my fingers tweaked and squeezed her nipples, and I kissed my way down her neck. We had moved to the steps of the pool, and she sat back as I sucked her nipples. They had to have been close to an inch long, and they were plump and hard to the touch. Lori pulled my head tight against her breasts, and I kissed every inch of them. I slipped one hand down her body, rubbing her stomach and down to the edge of her nether regions. She moved her legs apart to afford me better access to her, and as my hand neared, I could feel the heat from her pussy. She was completely hairless down there, and smooth to the touch.

She moaned as my fingers tweaked and teased her twat, grinding herself against me. I sucked her tits and fingered her pussy until she came, moaning her delight all the way. We kissed again, and she reached for my again hard cock.

"I can think of a very good place to put this, can't you?"

I responded by positioning myself between her legs, and rubbing my cock against her pussy. She rose to meet it, and the head slipped inside. I gave one big thrust, and was deep inside. She sighed in contentment, and we developed a rhythm. The water lapping against us added to the pleasure, and Lori wrapped hers around my waist as we fucked.

Every time she came, I could feel her pussy muscles tighten around my cock, and as she went through another orgasm, my own built up.

"Come inside of me, Eric. I love the way a cock feels inside me when it shoots off..."

I needed no further encouragement, and gave a final thrust. My cock exploded within her as she tightened her muscles around it, giving me a very intense orgasm. I collapsed with her, and we just floated in the water for a few minutes. We kissed tenderly, knowing we'd just had something very special, and that we both wanted it to continue...

After a few minutes, we got out of the pool, and wrapped up in towels. We snuggled together, our wet bodies touching and warming the other. I felt her breath against my neck, and she let out a great sigh.

"What?"

"Nothing, Just very...content. I could really get used to this, Eric. You are truly a special person, and I'm really glad I moved in here."

"I'm glad you moved in here, too."

We lie there for a few more minutes. Eventually, it got too cold for us to be outside, and as we went inside, she looked over at the fence, and laughed.

"We have GOT to put a gate in that damn fence!"

Laughing, we made our way upstairs, where we made love again, this time in the comfort of her bed.

The next morning, Lori woke up, and I was gone. She made her way down to the kitchen, and looked out the window to the back yard. There I was, naked except for my tool belt, cutting an opening the size of a gate in the fence...

This is only the beginning of the tales of Eric and Lori...be sure to give me your opinion, and suggestions are always welcome. 



New Neighbors



The neighborhood I lived in was fairly well established with older people occupying most of the homes. When they would leave or die, the houses would sell quickly and the people moving in would be an occasion that was interesting to the few younger residents. I was eighteen and hoping to make a new friend with each house sale. This was not the case most times, as the children were too young or the couples were childless.

Finally a house two doors from mine was sold and I saw a very cute girl about my age going into the house carrying boxes. I watched as she unloaded a small moving truck and noticed another car was in the driveway also. I could see that two other people were helping with the move, but couldn't get a good look at them.

Later in the week I saw the girl walking in front of my house, she's cute, and I thought it would be nice to welcome her to the neighborhood. I went outside and said, "Hello, my name is Jeff, I live here with my parents and wanted to welcome you to the area."

"Thanks, I'm Drew, my mom and I really like the house and the people seem very nice, quiet, but nice."

Drew and I hung out most of that day; I showed her some of the places we could to. We had a supermarket and drug store close by, and a small restaurant that made killer burgers. I treated Drew to a soda and burger, hoping to get more info. from her. I found out that the man that helped move them in was an uncle, and that her mom was in the process of getting divorced. Drew was also eighteen and was not dating at the moment. I had a chance to make that change, but I wanted to know her better before making any moves and scaring her off.

The next week Drew was cutting the grass when I walked up to her and said, "Let me do the lawn." She smiled and said thanks, leaving me to finish the task. It was a small lawn and I finished in less than an hour. Drew watched as I finished and invited me into the house for a cold drink.

"This is my mom, Nicole." Drew's mom was a knockout. She was about forty, but built like a teen. She was hotter than Drew, and I could barely talk. We exchanged hellos and Nicole sat down, stretching her long legs out for an inviting view. I could only stare at her and nodded my head as she spoke some unheard words to me.

"Jeff, are you alright?" It was Drew asking; I was coming back to reality, and realized that I had been quite obvious about my staring.

"Sorry, I just blanked out for a moment," I muttered.

"Mom has that effect sometimes. Men usually find mom to be attractive. It's alright if you think she's hot. We are close and don't keep too many secrets from each other," Drew said with a smile. Nicole just let out a little laugh.

Later that day I asked Drew if she would like to go to a local swimming pool with me. She was happy that I asked and asked when. I told her tomorrow morning, about 11:00, I would pick her up.

Drew was ready when I pulled into her driveway; she was carrying a small bag. At the pool I got a real good look at her firm body. Not bad, not bad at all, I thought. Drew was filled out in all the right places. Her breasts were slightly overflowing the top of her bikini, and her cunt slit was just barley visible thru the bottoms. A real turn-on for me. I felt a twitch in my shorts and got into the cold water trying to hide it. We left the pool and I took Drew home for dinner. Nicole invited me to stay and I jumped at the chance.

The next day I went to see Drew. Nicole answered the door. "Hi Jeff. Drew isn't here right now. She had an appointment at the dentist far a cleaning today. She should be backing soon, if you want to wait inside."

"Thanks Nicole, I would like that." I stepped thru the door and Nicole offered me a seat on the sofa. I sat down facing her. Nicole was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a thin blouse. Nicole was not wearing a bra, and I could easily see her breast when she sat back. I took little glances at first, but I got bolder as time went on. Finally I could take no more teasing.

"Nicole, I don't want say the wrong thing, but I'm going crazy with the way your dressed."

"Jeff, if this bothers you I can take it off." Nicole removed the blouse exposing a set of 36's that stuck out waiting to be sucked. She removed her bottoms and I saw a shaved mound, between a pair of hot legs. Nicole turned around and said, "Are you still going crazy? She joked.

I pulled Nicole down on the couch and kissed her hard on the mouth. I was going to fuck this cunt silly for teasing me so much. I stripped and Nicole stretched out on the couch. I sucked her tits till she begged me to fuck her. Driving my full eight inches into her hot little box, I pumped in and out, both of us in an erotic rhythm. Nicole was tight for her age, I thought, but it sure felt good.

When Nicole started to pick up the rhythm, I drove my prick in hard and faster, meeting her every thrust. Nicole started to swear and yelled she was cumming. I felt her juices flowing out and drove my cock as deep as I could, letting my sperm shoot into her like a fountain. Nicole milked me for all she could get. A hungry little cunt that would need my cock again, soon, I hoped. 

Nicole said, "We better get dressed before Drew gets back."

I had a sweet little piece of ass, and I didn't want to screw it up, so I got dressed and left. I would go home, take a shower and cool off, take a little rest, then go back to see Drew later that evening.

When I knocked on Drew's door she answered and asked me in. Nicole was moving about and shot an, hello, to me, but didn't linger. Drew and I sat and talked for awhile before deciding to go to the restaurant for a soft drink. We asked Nicole if she wanted to join us, but she said, "Thanks no, you two have fun."

Drew asked if I was at her house earlier and I told her," yes. I had waited for a while, but had other things to do." Drew asked if I found her mother very attractive. "Yes, for an older woman, I thought she was very sexy."

Drew sat silent for a moment, and then said, "Nicole would be gone tomorrow to the lawyer's office for some paper work and such, would I like to come over and keep her company?" Oh yes, I would!

The next day I watched as Nicole drove away, and called on Drew. I was pretty sure we were going to have sex, so I brought a couple of condoms with me. Drew was waiting for me as I walked up the steps to her house.

She kissed me, as the door was swinging shut behind me. I liked the way she slipped her tongue into my mouth. With very few words, she led me to her bedroom. We quickly undressed and jumped into her large bed. Caressing each others bodies, we were getting very hot, and I wanted to compare mother and daughter fucks. I pulled out a condom.

"I'm on the pill, Jeff, we don't need that."

I entered her trimmed muff and worked my cock, till I was full in. We lay there, with her wriggling around under me for awhile, before we started to hump each other. Drew fucked different than Nicole. Drew wanted a slow pumping, while Nicole was a hard, fast drive. Drew had smaller tits, but they were fine for me. I wondered what the two foxes would be like together. Maybe later we could go into that, but for now I just had to screw the ass off this hottie. Drew did pick up the pace just before cumming. She was sweet, a real piece of prime tail. Like Nicole, Drew squeezed every drop of cum out of my cock before stopping.

We took a short shower together and got dressed. I was hoping to be there when Nicole came home, to see if she would be pleased or pissed, that I was in the house. Drew didn't seem to want me to leave, so I just made myself at home, and grabbed a sandwich. Drew and I sat watching some dumb show on T.V., until we heard Nicole's car in the drive.

"Hey kids, what's up?" Nicole asked.

"Nothing special." I answered. Nicole stopped and looked at us, then just smiled and said, "Right!" I looked at Drew and she had a smile on her face, no, it was more of a grin.

How was he? Nicole asked.

"He was great mom. He even brought a condom with him."

What's going on girls? I asked trying to act like I didn't know what they were talking about. The two of them giggled.

Drew said, "I told you we didn't have secrets between us. The first time mom saw you, she wanted to fuck you. We talked it over and I wanted mom to fuck you first. If you acted like an asshole, that would have been it, but mom said you were fine and I should get some of you too."

"Well ladies, I guess were all together on this. I don't have to hide anything from either one of you two. Anyone else getting horny? I asked.

That said, both ladies undressed and we went into Nicole's bedroom. I was living my dream. They were exploring the wild life after some pretty rough years with Nicole's husband. Drew told me the stories of how her father was a drunk, and treated her mom like shit. They had moved to get away from him while the divorce was going on. They got really close in the last year and found comfort with each other. I was something they both wanted, but were willing to share.

I was as happy as I could be. I moved out of my parent's house, supposedly to live with Drew and her mom. That is what I did, but we were a threesome in bed. I lost 25lbs. in the first two months. I have to eat ice cream and snacks to keep my weight up. Nicole and Drew only play together with each other for a few minutes, and then I'm up to bat. Nicole came up with a plan that would have her with me one day and Drew with me the next. I hope it helps me. I think their both part mink. Well, wish me luck.



New Neighbors



The summer after my freshman year of college brought many changes to my life. The most obvious change was in maturity. Though I would not even turn twenty until July, I came home from that first year of college away a much wiser and mature young man. When I had left home the previous fall my plan was to party hard and nail pussy by the score. The first part was easy and rather quickly got old. Like most of the people in my dorm I spent more time drunk then sober that first semester. When I wasn't drinking I was stoned or wasted on some other intoxicating substance. I sampled drugs I did not even know existed before getting to college. At some point in the spring semester I woke up and realized that I was on a path of total destruction. When I stopped getting high I discovered I didn't have any real friends at school. My party gang didn't want a straight guy hanging around. My reputation was already set with the non-party crowd. 

The other part of my college plan, nailing pussy wasn't exactly helped by the constant partying. Most of the time when I did get some stoned or drunk chick into bed, I was too high to get it up. The second girl I actually fucked at college gave me clap. I am still not sure if that was worse than the sophomore who was so drunk she threw up on me while sucking my dick. She actually tried to kiss me and get me to fuck her while her dinner dripped off my balls. I don't know how much sex I really had since a lot of the time was a blur. I remember waking up naked with some really ugly chicks. Sometimes I wasn't the only guy in the bed too. What I don't remember was actually enjoying sex that year. After I straightened up I was a virtual monk. The party girls were not appealing and my reputation kept most others far away. 

I had already decided to take a year off and find a new school. I planned to take classes at the local college while searching for a place to start over. I knew it was not the school that was my problem. However, I saw little hope of escaping my start if I stayed there. My parents were very supportive even though they didn't know the true extent of my reasons for wanting the change.

There was also a big change in my physical maturity. I am not sure I even noticed it until my mother said something. The previous summer I could have still passed for 16. When I got back from college I was able to be served in bars without being carded. My body had changed in places that only those who knew intimately would see also. At high school graduation my chest was still nearly smooth. That summer the sun bleached my new fur blond. I also continued working out that summer which added more muscle. During the spring I had replaced partying with trips to the gym. 

There was another big change that year. I had lost someone that had been as close to me as my own parents. All my life Mrs. Vanderbeck had lived next door to us. She was a widow whose husband had died before I was born. Her only son had died in Vietnam. Our family became her family in a way. My actual grandparents lived far away and she was like a surrogate for them. I think I spent half my childhood at her house. Even as a teenager I always made time for her. She had a stroke and died while I was still in my drug and alcohol phase. I had not talked to her for weeks before the end came. I was young and to me there would always be more time. But there wasn't. 

It was very strange to come home and find someone else living in her house. My discomfort passed surprisingly quickly after meeting the new neighbors. Brian and Chelsea Quarters were one of those attractive couples that seemed made for each other. She was 25 and he was 27. He was 6'2", maybe 180 without an extra ounce of fat anywhere. He had wavy sandy hair and piercing blue eyes. Though I don't really notice men all that much he was one of those guys you can't help but see is attractive. She matched his handsomeness with her beauty. Her long reddish brown hair seemed to shimmer as it bounced on her shoulders which were almost always bare that summer. She had unusual and alluring eyes. They were kind of jade in color with what appeared to be sparkling flecks that caused them to change color in different light. She was around 5'8" with the most amazing legs I had ever seen. Her often braless breasts were near perfect orbs that fit the rest of her curvaceous body. The day I met her, her belly shirt showed off her flat tummy. She was the kind of woman that made a young man's dick hard on first glance. 

They were also two of the nicest people imaginable. I quickly developed a friendship with them. They helped me through some of my issues including my grief over losing Mrs. Vanderbeck. They had gone through their own wild periods in college. They both had been partiers and freely spoke about alcohol, drugs and promiscuous times. I was surprised to learn that the first time they had had sex was in a group scene. Chelsea was officially dating Brian's roommate at the time. The three of them were partying with two other girls and five other guys. Before the night was over the party became a sexual free for all with the seven guys fucking or being blown by one or more of the three chicks. For the next six months Brian and his roommate shared Chelsea. I was totally stunned that a woman like her had been that kind of chick in college. 

That was Brian's junior year. At the end of the year Chelsea, Brian and the roommate went their separate ways. They didn't see each other again until the following spring. They were dating exclusively by the time Brian graduated. They got married a year later. As far as I knew Brian wasn't sharing her anymore. Which I thought was a real shame since I wanted to fuck her very badly. It didn't help quench my desires when she would sun bath in her back yard in a very skimpy bikini. I don't know if she knew that I had a great view from my bedroom window or not. Occasionally, she would have the top of her bikini undone while laying face down. A couple of times when she sat up she 'accidentally' dropped her top giving me a look at those luscious tits. I spent many nights fantasizing about her while jerking off. 

Around the end of July Brian got a new job that required him to travel a lot. His first assignment took him away for a whole week. It seemed to me that Chelsea was constantly finding a reason to ask me to come over. It was always to do some little job that she said needed a man. Somehow a five minute job turned into a two hour or longer visit. I guessed that she was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to. I certainly didn't mind. I enjoyed being with her. The only problem was my growing desires. It was hard to control myself being alone with her so much. Even though I had just turned twenty and wasn't very experienced in such things I was also sure she was flirting with me. That made me wonder about her intentions. But nothing happened and Brian got back from his little trip. It seemed they had a little fuck marathon because neither of them emerged from the house for more than a day after he got back. A week later he left for a three week training assignment. The calls to help with little jobs started up again as did the chats and the flirting. During the second of those three weeks she arranged for me to help her clean out the attic. It seemed that Mrs. Vanderbeek's estate had not cleaned out the stuff stored there. Chelsea thought I might like to see what was there before she got rid of what to her was junk.

When she greeted me at the door, Chelsea was wearing one her bikini tops and a pair of shorts that were cut off way above the knee. I remembered a saying my grandmother had; if she bent over she would be showing all her business. Of course the shorts were too tight to revel anything the outline of her hot ass. As I followed her up the stairs I was afraid that I would cream in my shorts. I had no idea what to do about my erection. If she noticed she didn't say anything as we entered the attic.

The house was an old farmhouse which had had the neighborhood grow up around it when the farmer sold off the land. The attic was really more of a third story. There were several pieces of furniture and a myriad of boxes stored there. Mrs. Vanderbeek was a bit of a pack rat. In fact I remembered helping carry a lot of the stuff up there. If not for the dust the furniture was still very nice. I decided to ask Chelsea if I could have any she was going to toss since I planned to get my own place soon. But first we had to go through the boxes.

Chelsea had already told me that she planned to have air conditioning added and make it into a studio. She was a budding artist and to my untrained eye very talented. However, on that day there was only a small fan to fight off the high heat of August. Ten minutes didn't pass before my tee shirt was soaked with sweat. Chelsea offered me a drink from a cooler she had filled with assorted beverages and ice and suggested I remove my shirt. Her comment about my muscles when I tossed the wet cloth to the floor was definitely flirting. Even covered in sweat she was the most beautiful woman I could imagine. 

As I began to look through a large box she took and ice cube and slowly ran it down her neck and over her shoulders. I was glad the box was between me and her as my erection immediately returned. The contents of the box soon took my mind off of sex and my cock went flaccid. It was full of picture albums. Some were old family photos including her husband and son and what I imagined were previous generations of her family. There was a box with both her husband's World War II mementos and medals and her son's Vietnam medals. Chelsea joined me as I stared at the gold silhouette of George Washington framed by a purple heart. She put her arm around me and spoke softly.

"It is ok to be sad."

"I know. All those years she had to endure the pain of losing her boy. I was lucky she gave me what she couldn't give him any more."

"That's nice, Matt. I am sure she got as much from you as she gave." "Maybe, but in the end I wasn't there either. Fuck I was too stoned to even call her every now and then!"

"Stop, she knew you were busy at college. Maybe we should stop looking at this stuff for now."

"No I want to do this. But we can't just toss this stuff out. There must be someone in her family that would want it."

Chelsea agreed as I closed the box of war mementos and opened another photo album. It was mostly pictures of me and my sisters when we were little. An envelope addressed to me fell from within the pages. I asked Chelsea to read it to me.

"Dear Matthew, I put this note here because I knew you would be the one to take care of things when I was gone. You were a very special boy and now you are becoming a special man. All that is in this attic belongs to you. There are some things here that have monetary value. I know you will put that to good use. To me the most valuable things in the attic are in this box. It holds my memories. Along with my dear husband and precious Johnny you are part of the best of those memories. I have no one else to leave them to. I trust that you will hold them and cherish them and keep them alive. You have been in my heart since the moment you were born and will have my love forever.

Ida"

I silently pledged to her that I would keep her memories alive and then turned to Chelsea with tear filled eyes.

"Did you know about this?"

"I did not know about the note. But when Brian and I bought the house we were told that the contents of the attic had been willed to you. We were given a choice of having a moving company pack it up and drop it on your doorstep or giving it to you ourselves. Having seen the contents we knew it was very personal stuff and should be transferred in a special private way. After talking to your parents about it they decided to leave it up to us as to when and how we told you. I am sorry it took me a little while to figure out a way to bring you up here."

"No reason to be sorry. This was perfect, letting me find it this way. I think maybe she planned it."

"You might be right."

"But if it is ok, I can't look at anymore today."

"Take as long as you want. We can move it all to one side and I can still start on my studio." She smiled at me and I impulsively wrapped her in my arms and hugged her tightly. She returned the hug. At first it was a friendly gesture. But as we remained in the embrace with her breasts pressed to my body the nature of the hug seemed to change. I again felt the stirrings of arousal in my loins. I knew I should break the hug and flee before I did something that I regretted. But I couldn't let go. Then she did what I had wanted to do since the first day I saw her. She kissed me. It was not the type of kiss two friends share. It was a lover's kiss. I was in heaven as our tongues danced, moving back and forth from my mouth to hers. She pressed her body harder to mine and I could feel her erect nipples against my sweat covered chest through the fabric of her skimpy top. My cock was straining for freedom from the prison of my shorts. 

After a long while our lips separated, but we remained locked in a tight embrace. Our faces were just inches apart and our eyes were wide open. We were both panting lustfully as we stared into each other's eyes. I was afraid to speak and even if I weren't I would not have known what words to say. After another minute she pulled back a little. I thought perhaps the encounter would end. Was she coming to her senses? I did not know and was not going to ask. She took one arm from around me.

"God I want you!" She moaned as she slipped her hand into my crotch and gently squeezed my hard cock.

"Oh it is so big!" She squealed seductively.

I had never really given much thought to the size of my cock. Other than drunken gangbangs where I didn't really pay attention to the size of the other guys' dicks the only thing I had to compare myself to was what I saw in porn movies. Most of those guys are abnormally large. I knew my nine inches was bigger than average but not how much. I couldn't speak even though I wanted to scream how much I wanted her. All I could do was moan as she fondled my tool through the material. 

After a few minutes she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. It fell between us exposing her amazing breasts. They were the size of grapefruits and set proudly above her taught smooth belly. The creamy white flesh look delicious contrasted against her mostly sun bronzed flesh. Her hard pink nipples stood erect amid the small beige circles at the center of her tits. Her perspiration covered flesh glistened. Instinctively I dropped my head and engulfed one of her tits in my mouth. One of her hands returned to my crotch while the other began to caress my sweat filled hair. She pressed me to her breast as she fumbled with my zipper. I suckled at her tit as if I were a starving children long deprived of nourishment. The salty taste and exquisite texture of her tit fueled my hunger for her.

Suddenly, she said, "Wait, not here. Come with me."

She stood and took my hand. I followed her eagerly. I would have gone anywhere with her. I ached to be with her. At the same time deep inside I felt a nagging reluctance. Her husband was my friend too. She took me to her bedroom and on to the master bath. I stood and watched as she started the warm water flowing in the shower. I offered no resistance when she undressed me. Before shedding her shorts she kissed me again while fondling my throbbing cock. As her shorts fell to the floor I somehow found the words I knew I must say.

"Chelsea, we can't. This isn't right, Brian......"

She cut me off with her answer, "It is ok. He is probably at this very moment fucking the cute fellow student he told me about last night on the phone. You know how we started. We have an open marriage."

I felt like I couldn't breathe. The most beautiful woman imaginable wanted to fuck me and she was telling me it was ok with her husband. She stepped into the shower and I followed her. I still felt paralyzed as she began to wash my body. Her soft hands and the rich lather of her soap felt incredibly sensual. No one had ever made me feel the way she did. When words finally came they were dumb words.

"Will you tell Brain about this?" I asked.

"If it would make you uncomfortable I don't have to, but he already knows how much I want you," She answered as her soapy hands slid over my ass.

Our bodies pressed together, the soap making our flesh slick. She parted my ass cheeks and teased my pucker with one soapy digit as my cock slide around her silky skin. I had never been touched there before. When the tip of her finger entered me I nearly lost control. 

"Oh god, please Chelsea, stop, not yet..I er um fuck you'll make me cum!" I stammered.

She pulled back and gave me a soft kiss.

"Ok, baby. Rinse off and just watch me wash myself as you cool down, tiger."

I pressed my back against the tile wall and watched mesmerized as she cleansed her beautiful body. She started with her feet and slowly worked her way up her long silky smooth legs. She toyed with her hairless pussy as she washed her crotch. She turned so that I could watch her massage the rich soapy lather all over her ass. When she turned back her hands moved to her abdomen and then her luscious tits. She spent a long time caressing and squeezing her breasts with her soap covered hands. When the show ended she asked me to take her to bed. I no longer cared if their marriage was really open or if she told Brian I fucked her. I wanted her desperately. 

We dried each other's bodies and went into the bedroom she shared with her husband. She lay on the bed and spread her legs as if offering her body to me. I took it as an invitation to feast upon the enticing pink flesh of her sex. I kissed her hairless mound and then looked up at her. "Please teach me how to make love to you," I said innocently.

She smiled and told me to gently part her lips so I could taste her nectar. She guided me with her hands and gentle words as I began to lick, kiss and nibble on her sex. She taught what spots liked it hard and where to be soft. She taught me how to coax her clit to grow and emerge from its hood. She used her fingers to help me find her secret spot inside her pussy. I was a very eager student and a quick learner. When she came it seemed like it might never stop. 

After several minutes she cried out, "Fuck me, please! I need that beautiful big cock inside me, baby!"

As I climbed between her legs she took hold of my cock and guided it to her pussy.

"Slow and easy, Matt," She instructed.

Though I was aching to drive my cock deep into her I headed her words and slowly slid my hard shaft into her. Every beat of my heart seemed to thunder down to the tip of my cock as her warm wet velvet-like cunt embraced me. I didn't stop until I was ball deep in her pussy. I could feel her surging juices leaking out over my heavy tightening ball sack. Our bodies ground together. Her pussy sucked on my cock as I pressed the head against her cervix. 

"Oh god, baby, fuck me, don't hold back. Pound my pussy, Matt!" She ordered.

I pulled back until my cock nearly left her sweet honey coated tunnel. She wrapped her legs around me when I drove my full length back into her. Our bodies were locked together. Only our pelvises separated when I flexed my hips to pull back. She rose up to meet each thrust and fell away upon each retreat. It wasn't long before my cock unleashed a torrent of hot cum as I ground my pulsating shaft deep inside her quivering pussy.

"That's it baby, fill me with your sweet cum," She purred as I cried out my joy. 

Suddenly I felt a wetness flow over me and her body began to shake under me. Her scream echoed off the bedroom walls. Her orgasm seemed almost violent as she reached a series of peaks one after the other. I continued to use my slowly shrinking cock to fuck her until I had nothing left to give. I rolled off of her panting and gasping for breath. She rolled to me and laid her head upon my chest. We held and caressed each other for awhile as we recovered. 




New Neighbors



"That was amazing," She whispered in my ear as she reached for my cock. "Damn that is one big beautiful rod!"

"Really?" I had to ask.

"Like you don't know you got one huge hot cock," She shot back.

"No I don't know. How would I?"

"Because every girl you ever fucked must have told you."

"Most of them were too high to know whose dick was in them. Anyway, sex has never been like this Chelsea. You are amazing."

"It isn't over yet baby. I am dying to taste that beautiful cock."

Suddenly she was on her hands and knees moving toward my as yet still flaccid cock. An image of a lioness stalking prey flashed into my mind. As she lowered her mouth and began to lick my soft cock her mane fell over her shoulders. The wild tangles were like a curtain obscuring my view of my lover sucking my cock. I reached down and gathered her beautiful hair and held it back so I could see.

"Oh, you want to watch," She purred.

I just nodded and smiled. She made a great show of licking my cock back to life. Then she nudged my legs apart and began to lick and suck my balls. She lifted my legs up and went lower. Soon her tongue found my asshole. I had to release her hair. I began squirming and gripping at the sheets as her tongue danced over virgin seemingly forbidden flesh. She licked me softening up my rim enough to allow her to push her tongue into my ass. Soon she replaced her tongue with her finger. She worked the digit slowly into me until she was easily able to finger fuck me. She moved her mouth to my cock and began to suck me. She had to grip the base of my cock with her free hand. She continued to wiggle her finger inside my ass as she sucked my twitching shaft. I felt her tongue press to the underside of my cock and even with part of my shaft in her hand my cock head entered her throat. 

She was clearly well practiced at cock sucking and other ways of pleasuring men. Between her tongue and lips loving my cock and her finger teasing my prostate it wasn't long before I felt cum boiling up inside me. If I had wanted to control the rising tide I could not have. Her finger in my ass was like a match to gasoline. The flames were ignited and would not be extinguished. She happily drank every drop that shot from my cock. When she could not coax any more cum from my tiny hole she slithered back up my body and kissed me softly.

"You are an incredible lover, Matt," She sighed. 

I tried to maneuver our bodies so that I could reciprocate but she wouldn't budge.

"Just hold me, baby and let me savor your sweet taste. Everything is perfect," She said.

"God you are unbelievable, Chelsea."

She just smiled and pressed her cheek against mine. We slept for awhile and then made love a couple more times. We spent a lot of time in that bed over the next few years. I don't know when exactly she told Brian about us. All I know is about six months after that first time he asked me to join him on the patio for a cigar. He wanted to assure me that he knew all and that it was ok. He told me he had a girlfriend that Chelsea knew about. They both thought their marriage was stronger for the openness. As it turned out the reason for the talk was that Brian wasn't going to be traveling as much and he and Chelsea wanted me to know that didn't mean and end to me sleeping with her. 

Chelsea and I continued to make love regularly whether he was away or in town. Mostly he would go out to give us some time alone. Occasionally, he would just be in a different part of the house. That took some getting used to, but they both assured me it turned them on. After a little more than a year Chelsea asked me how I would feel about Brian watching us. I told her that I had no interest in a threesome. She assured me that he didn't either, other than he might want to jerk off like he did sometimes when he listened to me fuck her. She had told him about the size of my cock and he really wanted to see her take it both in her mouth and pussy. It took a lot of convincing but I finally agreed. True to their word he never came near the bed or said anything. He just set in a chair and jerked off while he watched us have sex. I guess I have some exhibitionist in me since it turned out to be exciting to be watched. I also learned why Chelsea thought my cock was so big when I looked over and saw Brian was about three inches shorter. He watched a couple more times after that but none of us wanted that to continue.

It is four years later and I am about to get married. My fiancée doesn't know anything about my fling with Chelsea. I love Chelsea, but she and Brian have started a family and I want my own family. The other night Chelsea and I got together for one last amazing fuck fest. It had been almost six months since we had made love. I am not going to cheat on my wife but I have started to work on a plan to introduce the idea of a semi-open marriage to my so far open minded future wife. It has worked very well for Chelsea and Brian. Hopefully, we can find a way to have what they have. If she goes for it great, if not well I can be happy with my memories and my sexy wife. She is very hot. 



New Neighbors



When Cindy and Tom moved into their new neighborhood north of Pittsburgh, their next door neighbors were very friendly and helpful. Before they moved in the neighbors came over and introduced themselves. They explained a few details about the house, and even helped install some shelves. 

Moving day was a Wednesday so the neighbors, Lindsay and Rich, were at work and didn't show up until dinner time. When no dinner was planned, they got take-out from one of their favorite neighborhood places for four and spent a relaxing, friendly evening getting to know each other better. An invitation was also made for Cindy and Tom to come over Friday night for a real meal.

Tom felt so happy and lucky to have these people as neighbors and new friends. Rich was a nice guy and pretty handy with tools, knowledgeable and willing to help out with anything. And his wife Lindsay - Wow! She was a knockout. Tall, thin, shapely, with breasts that were larger than average, she looked like a model, except models were too skinny. Lindsay was all woman. Tom had never cheated on his wife, not in all of their eight years of marriage, and he had no intention of doing it now. Not with Lindsay, not with anyone. But he certainly liked to look, and even fantasized about her while he made love to Cindy. But that was as far as it would ever go.

Not that his wife was just a consolation prize. Cindy had the same blonde hair as Lindsay, but where Lindsay's was shoulder length, Cindy's was shorter. Cindy was also shorter, but she too was thin with a great shape, and possessed larger breasts than Lindsay did. Either woman would turn the heads of most men.

The Friday evening dinner went very well. Both couples were around 30 years of age with office jobs and many of the same interests. It seemed to be a great friendship in the making. They also all liked wine, and had gone through quite a bit by the time they took another bottle out on the deck to enjoy the mild evening.

Rich went over to their hot tub. "It's too bad you guys don't have one of these. It is wonderful to relax in. Soothes my muscles."

"Do you use it a lot?" asked Cindy.

"Oh, yes," he answered. "Most any evening that we're home you can find us out here."

"Yes," his wife agreed. "But be careful if you come looking for us here. It often isn't exactly G-rated when we're out here."

Everyone laughed at that. It wasn't the first sexual reference of the evening.

"Oh, Lindsay," Rich said, "they can come looking for us here any time. Maybe they'd even want to join in."

"Well, we are joiners!" laughed Cindy. She was referring more to joining groups and causes than to joining another couple in a hot tub, but everyone laughed at the double meaning. Funny that Cindy was the one to say that, as she was the most timid of the group. She poured herself another glass of wine. Maybe that was why her mind was a bit naughty tonight.

Rich was quick to pick up on the idea. "We should have offered this earlier. You guys would love it after the week you've had, lifting and moving everything."

"We do certainly have sore muscles. Even where there are no muscles!" said Cindy.

"Well, come on. It's still early. You'd enjoy it," Rich said. As he said this he flipped the cover off the tub.

"Probably not," Tom said. He thought Cindy was getting herself into trouble. It sounded to him that the invitation might be for more than just a soak. "Maybe another time."

"What better time than after the week you had?" asked Rich.

"I think that's a great idea," agreed Lindsay. "We can talk and drink and really relax."

"No, we don't have our swim suits unpacked yet." Tom was still trying to beg off.

"Well, you know, we don't really wear anything ourselves," smiled Lindsay wickedly.

Tom was struck suddenly by what his mind was thinking. Why had he been reluctant? How he would love to see Lindsay strip down, but Cindy wouldn't go for that at all.

To his surprise, Cindy laughed and sounded like she was considering it. "You mean all of us in there without clothes?" 

"Sure," Lindsay answered. "We are adults."

"But I never did that before."

"It's okay. We won't look."

As Lindsay said this, she started unbuttoning her blouse. Tom felt a twitch in his pants as Lindsay removed her blouse and stood there in a lacy white bra that accentuated the shape of her tits. She paused to see if anyone was going to join her.

As Tom stood staring at Lindsay's breasts, Rich pulled down his zipper. This got Cindy's attention. She felt herself hoping that he wasn't just teasing but would really take off his pants. She felt strange, as she seldom had thoughts like that about men other than her husband. Especially when it could actually happen. Wait, she thought, had there ever been another time when it could have actually happened? Certainly not since their marriage.

To Cindy's delight, Rich undid his belt and unfastened his pants. Her mouth was actually open, breathing through her mouth in anticipation of seeing Rich without his pants. Goodness knows he was an attractive man. At about six feet tall, he was slightly taller than her own husband. They were both well-muscled. Not overly so, but nice chests and flat abdomens. Neither showed more than a little concession to nature and their 30 years. No, her husband was just as manly as Rich was, but she was still interested in this new guy. 

"And his penis," Cindy thought to herself. Immediately she was in shock at her thoughts. That was so unlike her. But she couldn't contemplate her personality change as she was concentrating on him losing his pants.

No one had objected yet, so Rich opened his pants, letting them drop to the deck then slowly stepping out of them. His boxers had a bulge in them caused by the blood just beginning to swell his dick. 

Rich and Lindsay now stopped and looked expectantly at Tom and Cindy. Had they been too forward? Had they thought their new neighbors were more willing than they actually were? 

Tom had the same thoughts as he turned his attention to Cindy. He never expected anything like this, and he expected it even less from his wife. Yet the evening had gradually and naturally led to this point, and Cindy had been as responsible as any of them for the electricity in the air. Until the neighbors started stripping, that is.

Cindy felt all eyes looking at her and realized the next move was up to her. For some reason she didn't feel that she had a decision to make. She just felt like it was her turn, so her hands went to the buttons on her blouse and undid them, one by one. Tom's dick began to harden as he saw his wife pull the material off her shoulders and let it drop. Yes, she was sexy, and her soft blue bra was cut low showing a lot of cleavage as well as her protruding nipples. But his excitement came from the situation more than her. They were stripping here, in front of this other couple. They might soon even be naked.

Tom was shocked back to reality when he realized they had all removed clothing except him. Oh, God, this was really going to happen! He rapidly attacked his pants and let them fall to the deck floor. He noticed the smiles in his direction, and wondered if it was because his dick was half erect or because he had seemed so anxious to get rid of his pants.

It didn't matter, as Lindsay reached behind her and unfastened her bra, shrugging her shoulders to let the straps come off, and caught the bra in front of her just before her tits would have been revealed. Slowly she lowered her hand, letting her tits come into view. This lady knew how to strip! 

Tom and Cindy both admired her full breasts as they hung nicely on her chest, and the hard, pointed nipples sitting a field of dark brown skin. Very sexy. When they noticed that Rich had removed his shirt they both realized they needed to join in the fun. Tom slid his shirt off while Cindy removed her slacks. She had worn actual panties. While not very big, at least they covered more than her thong would have.

Rich and Lindsay seemed pleased that Cindy had gone for the pants, and Lindsay removed hers. She did have a thong, and standing there wearing only them, nearly nude, made Tom's dick reach full erection. He didn't even notice his wife take off her bra. But he kept watching Lindsay as she removed her thong, revealing a shaved pussy, only a tiny patch of hair marking the spot. He couldn't stare as she stepped into the hot tub and sank into the water. 

Rich had also stripped, Tom and Cindy getting a short glimpse of his erection as he too slid into the tub. Cindy got enough of a look to know that Rich was at least as big as her husband, and she felt herself getting a little wet between her legs. She saw a naked Tom also get into the tub, and suddenly felt like the only naked one there. In truth she was the only one still wearing clothes, even if it was only her panties, but she was standing on the deck on display, while the other three were safely in the water. 

Cindy made a quick lunge for the tub when Lindsay stopped her with her words. "You forgot your panties."

"You said you wouldn't look," Cindy reminded her.

"But you have such a beautiful body," Lindsay stated.

Cindy was excited to hear her pretty neighbor compliment her, and paradoxically stripped off her panties so she could cover herself up in the tub. She gave the best show so far as she got in the tub, the other three sitting low in the tub watching Cindy as she spread her legs getting into the tub. Her pussy wasn't shaved, but her blonde pubic hair was sparse enough to allow a good view of her lower lips.

Cindy was more nervous now, in the hot tub with three other naked people, than when she was on the deck stripping. When Rich handed her another glass of wine, she drank it all. Tom was nervous as well, but relaxed in the warm water and let his mind drift to the naked tits beside him. He wondered if this was going to escalate. He was a happy man even if it stopped now.

But that wasn't to be. As the conversation started up again, Tom felt Lindsay's naked hip slide up against his. The tub was just big enough to accommodate four people, without touching, but Lindsay had shifted over to get skin to skin contact. This excited him so much that he didn't notice Rich shifting over closer to Cindy.

Cindy's nerve endings tingled as she felt Rich's bare skin touch hers. She said nothing, enjoying the thrill of it, and shocking herself when she enjoyed even more the touch of his hand on her leg. Cindy didn't understand this new feeling of hers. Her pussy tingled as his fingertips stroked back and forth on her leg. She liked Tom touching her, but this was not Tom's fingers. She never really thought she would allow another man to get so familiar with her. She was more surprised when she realized that she was aching to have him go further!

When Rich reached up behind CIndy to put the wine bottle down, he left his arm there and let it gently touch her shoulder. Then it slid a bit further so that his hand actually held her shoulder in his palm. He was nearly snuggling up against her, and Tom had a thought that he should say something about taking such liberties with his wife. Tom didn't even know that Rich's other hand was stroking the inside of Cindy's thigh.

But that thought was driven out of Tom's mind when he felt Lindsay's hand slide into his lap. If he didn't have a hard-on her hand may have felt his dick, it was so high up on his leg. Her fingers stroked the inside of his thigh and actually brushed against his ball sack, sending a chill through his entire body. Her finger pushed his ball sack, bouncing his ball around, playing with it. Tom was wondering why he deserved such great treatment as Lindsay turned her body toward him, laid her hand and head on his shoulder, and smiled sexily as she looked into his eyes.

Cindy noticed none of what was happening to her husband. Her nerve endings were firing so much she couldn't think. Rich's hand held her shoulder and pulled her in close, his eyes looking deeply into hers. His other hand was still on her leg, now reaching the top of her leg where it joined her body. She could feel his fingers drift through her pubic hair as they moved over, starting to move down toward her slit. Her mind told her to make him stop, but it also said to hurry and find her slit. Then that's all she could think of. Hurry, move those fingers lower, faster, she thought. Yes! His fingers found the top of her slit and she moaned as chills ran sharply from her pussy radiating all through her body. As his fingers ran lightly down her pussy lips her body involuntarily pushed her hips forward, wanting him to go deeper.

Tom heard his wife moan but didn't wonder why. His mind was overwhelmed. As Lindsay's fingers played lightly with his balls, his hand had found her thigh. As it did, her legs spread wider to allow his hand more access, and he took advantage. His hand ran up the inside of her leg and stopped only when he had her pussy in his hand. He squeezed it, then let his fingers work their way between her lips. She leaned in close to him as his hand explored her pussy.

Rich's fingers also were busy, as he found Cindy's hole and sunk a finger in. She couldn't help but moan out loud, letting out a moan each time his finger wiggled inside her.

Tom, hearing his wife's moans. was about to turn toward her to see what was making her so happy when Lindsay's hand reached down between her legs. Holding his hand firmly onto her pussy, she stood up and sat herself down on the edge of the tub, now completely out of the water except for her lower legs. As his hand was firmly held in her pussy, Tom had raised up and was now face to face with Lindsay's cunt. He finally looked over at his wife. She was looking at him as well, but her eyes were glazed. He recognized that look that she got when she was very excited. He didn't even wonder what she was doing. He only noted that she didn't object to his having a hand in Lindsay's pussy, or having his face so close to it. So he leaned in towards Lindsay and placed his lips around her cunt, causing a loud moan out of her.

Cindy watched but didn't react. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth open trying to breathe, her eyes getting wide each time Rich's fingers pushed against her pussy walls. He pulled his finger out of her cunt, placed his hands on her hips, and lifted her out of the water to sit on the edge like Lindsay. Cindy didn't object. She didn't care. She just wanted Rich to return to her cunt, which he did. He licked up her lips, and pushed his tongue between them, licking up and down her slit even deeper. When his tongue found her hole and pushed into it, she had to grip the side of the tub with her hands to keep from falling over. She groaned out at the intrusion and bucked her hips against his face.

Tom's licking continued and he stuck two fingers into her hole. Reaching in as far as he could caused Lindsay to gasp out loud. When his mouth found her clit and began licking it, she began yelling for him to keep it up. "Yes, yes, that's so good!" 

Lindsay's excitement worked on Cindy as well. As if Rich wasn't doing enough. His tongue was driving into her, and his fingers had found her clit. He wiggled it, then pushed it hard, and Cindy came in a crashing orgasm, yelling out with her pleasure. 

Lindsay wasn't far behind as Tom's fingers were fucking her hard and fast. He sucked on her clit as she came within a minute of Cindy's.

Both girls fell back onto the deck, exhausted. The guys pulled themselves up beside them and helped them come down from their orgasmic highs. They kissed them, and their breasts, and stroked their heads and pussies, and their breasts. Their breasts. Neither of the guys had made much use of their breasts.

Lindsay's hand reached out and gripped Tom's dick as she lay there. He had not lost his erection, but the feel of her hand caused it to throb. She sat up and slid back into the water, never letting go of his dick. She traced her fingers up and down the shaft, rubbing her finger around the head, examining it carefully.

Cindy had watched all of this, again surprised by her reaction. But how could she be surprised at anything after what had already happened? She didn't think of what Lindsay was doing to her husband, she thought this was her chance to get hold of Rich's dick. She followed Lindsay's lead and slid back into the water, then grabbed hold of the big rod sticking up from Rich's groin. She grabbed it with both hands, her emotions out of control. She loved the feel of his cock in her hands. It wasn't much bigger than her husband's, but somehow it was different. Maybe just because it wasn't her husband's. In any case it felt great. She could feel the veins in his shaft and the blood pumping through it. She pumped it hard, watching the head strain under her grip.

Tom's dick was now in Lindsay's mouth. Her tongue pushed into his slit and swirled around the head. She lowered her head onto his shaft, fitting most of it in her mouth. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue, and squeezed the base hard. He could not help himself. He was so over-stimulated that he was surprised he had lasted this long, and his cum shot out of his cock into Lindsay's mouth. She swallowed quickly, pulling most of his cock out to give herself some room, but leaving the spurting head inside.

Cindy placed her mouth on Rich's cock as well. She placed her teeth just behind the sensitive head and bit down lightly, moving her teeth around it, sending shock-waves through his cock. She pumped vigorously on the shaft, keeping his head in her mouth. Since Lindsay was done with Tom, she reached over and grabbed Rich's balls. She squeezed them and rolled them through her fingers while Cindy continued to pump his cock and blow him. His cock swelled as his cum started up his shaft. Cindy moved her mouth off his cock just before his cum shot out. His first spurt shot into the hot tub, the second one onto Cindy, and the rest fell onto the deck and himself. Lindsay leaned over and licked the cum off her husband's cock while Cindy caught her breath and wondered what the hell had happened.

The party broke up with little talking, Tom and Cindy grabbing their clothes and going back home only partially dressed. As soon as they got into their house they grabbed each other in a passionate kiss and ripped their clothes off. They did manage to get to their bedroom before they began slamming into each other, both having screaming orgasms in a matter of minutes.

Rich and Lindsay wondered if they had scared off their new neighbors. They both hoped not. They seemed like a perfect fit. As they heard the sounds of screaming orgasms float through their open window, they knew that their new neighbors had discovered something that they liked.



New Neighbors:  Beth and Stephanie



Stephanie slowly walked toward the bed that Beth and myself were sharing that afternoon. I was, for lack of better words, flabbergasted. I could not believe that Steph had walked in on the two of us while Beth was madly fucking my cock with her ass. It made no difference that yesterday was a day of incredible passion between Stephanie and me. I guess that my experiences in life just were not worldly enough. And I was not sure if I could deal with this new wrinkle. I had convinced myself that Beth and Stephanie could possibly be an alternating team of pleasure. But, at no time did I ever think a threesome could develop. Besides, being molested by two gorgeous and sexy women in the last twenty-four hours had left me on the verge of exhaustion. 

As Stephanie reached the side of the bed Beth moved to the edge and stood to meet her. Stephanie was almost trance-like in appearance. Beth enveloped the tiny figure before her like she was a lost soul. Stephanie, so short, so petite, looked up into Beth’s eyes and said so softly, “ Please make me come”. I could see the apprehension on Beth’s face. Even though they were not true mother and daughter this was a pivotal point in their relationship. Beth had not taken her eyes from Stephanie since she first spoke to us from the doorway. With an almost imperceptible sigh she lowered her mouth to Steph’s and kissed her softly on the lips. I had inched myself to the headboard of the bed and was watching with unbelievable fascination. It seemed that Stephanie was waiting for Beth to act first, lustfully hoping, inflamed and eager. When the kiss broke, Beth gingerly started to remove Stephanie’s shorts and top. I knew that they had sunbathed topless and nude in the past. They were not ashamed of their bodies or sexuality. But this was uncharted ground.

Stephanie’s breaths were almost non-existent as she raised her arms for her top to slide over her head. Beth’s fingers grazed Stephanie’s tiny frame as they slid down her sides to her hips. The nipples of both women were erect as statues. Beth bent at the knees and pulled Stephanie’s shorts down her legs to the floor. I wasn’t sure if she would have the energy to pull her feet from the material bunched at her feet. Once both were naked, Beth turned Stephanie toward the bed and gently guided her onto the sheets. Beth climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged next to Stephanie. Beth took her hands and deliberately stroked Stephanie from her thighs to her face. Beth took great pains to avoid any of the primary erogenous areas on the body before her. I really think that she was getting her mind acquainted to touching Stephanie in a sexual manner. And the thought passed through my brain that Stephanie was well aware of the need for deliberate yet wanted attention. No words were spoken as Beth’s hands began to explore the different textures of Stephanie’s skin. No touched part was left too quickly. The need for familiarity was now becoming a desire for exploration. I was amazed that Stephanie could lie there and not return the favor. Beth’s fingers tracked ever-narrowing circles around those perfectly small breasts that I had the pleasure of tasting and touching yesterday. The fingernails traced the outer edge of the aureoles while lightly flicking over the hard tip of each nipple.  Stephanie’s shallow breaths were becoming deeper. Her chest was rising at a faster rate. She seemed to be raising her body to press harder into Beth’s fingertips. 

As Beth’s left hand caressed each breast, the right wandered over the stomach, down the abdomen, onto the closest thigh. She moved her hand almost to the knee, then back up the leg, across the pubis, and down the other leg. Each trip was accompanied with a slight increase in pressure. Stephanie was shifting her legs with each movement. I could see the cleft begin to appear as the thighs opened to accept Beth’s probing hand. Stephanie’s labia were swollen and inflamed. The skin looked raw. Beth ran her index finger along the crease between leg and lips. Stephanie’s entire body trembled at the contact. Still, the movements were slow and deliberate. Why rush? It seemed like hours since the first touch but only minutes had elapsed. Time seemed to stop. I wasn’t sure if speed or patience was best, but I was quite content to slowly stroke my erection while Beth attended to Stephanie. 

The moisture was seeping from Stephanie. Her pussy was coated with a glossy glaze of natural lube. Beth must have sensed that the time to increase the pace was now at hand. The first pass into the chasm pushed the lips apart and exposed Stephanie’s clit. The shaft of Steph’s clit pulsed with every pass. Beth took one long dip into the opening and used the copious fluid to grease her fingers. The tip of Beth’s middle finger pushed onto Stephanie’s clit. She rotated it with deliberate aggression. Stephanie’s breathing was now ragged. Her eyes were staring to the ceiling. Her fingers were clutching at the sheets. With a gasp, Stephanie’s body rose from the bed and she raced into orgasm. Beth slowed her ministrations on Stephanie’s pussy as the orgasm waned and Steph’s breathing calmed. Beth removed her finger from the center of Stephanie’s heat and placed them into her mouth. She licked the juice from her fingers like a child with a Popsicle. The transition on Beth’s face was amazing. I had witnessed her arousal several times that afternoon. As Beth’s left hand continued its pressure on Stephanie’s breasts, the right hand dropped into her lap. Beth took two fingers and quickly pushed them into her pussy. I could hear the liquid sounds as her fingers buried to the knuckle. She didn’t even try to take them out. It looked like Beth was trying to push her entire hand inside. Within seconds Beth came. She sounded like her entire soul was being expelled from her body. 

I felt as if my mind had been transported into the middle of a sea of eroticism. I had always thought that fantasy surpassed reality. How could it be that something so erotic and unexpected could be happening before my eyes? My fantasies had a rich existence in my mind. Now they had achieved a status of flesh and blood. Beth and Stephanie had melded into a side-by-side embrace on their side of the bed. I watched with total fascination as they emerged from their sexual trance. With every passing moment the expressions on their faces became more animated, more relaxed. Smiles gave way to giggles. They looked like two playful kittens that had stolen the bowl of cream without anyone being aware. I wanted to read their minds. But I knew that they would both share the feelings and thoughts in time. They were whispering into each other’s ears, nuzzling as they spoke, caressing softly, knowing that a line had been erased, and would probably never be re-drawn. Beth finally turned away from her gaze into Stephanie’s inner being and told me, “I think it is time for another cleaning”. 

They rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom. I watched the two most perfect asses in existence strut across the room. As they reached the door, Stephanie looked over her shoulder and said, “Are you going to lay there all afternoon or come join us”? Both of their personalities were back. The mystical moments of recent history were over. I wasn’t sure if this would ever happen again. I didn’t even care that I was only a spectator for their initiation into each other. Somehow I was sure that there would be future trysts between them. Hopefully they would be gracious enough to include me. I was minimally aware that the water was filling the Jacuzzi. “Good”, I thought. At least this would be a relaxing bath. My dream-like state was broken by Beth’s voice echoing off the tiles, 
“Hey Greg, will you get a bottle of wine before joining us”? Stephanie added to bring the grapes that were on the counter yesterday. Somehow my role as manservant to these two beauties was a worthwhile occupation. 

As I entered the bathroom, wine bottle, glasses, and grapes, in hand, a fragrant steam met me. One of them had found the scented bubble bath tucked away under the counter. Yes, I do like to soak away the tension from time to time and aromatherapy was good for the body and soul. They were leaning against one side of the bath, bubbles to their chests, with the slightest hint of pink nipples blending into the froth. In unison they both said, “Its about time. What took so long”? I couldn’t help but smile. A neighborly visit in my den could not have been more normal sounding, but this was anything but normality. I poured the glasses with wine and served each a glass. The grapes were placed in a bowl within reach of both women. While they sipped, I slowly lowered my body into the hot water. My skin was stinging as the water rose slowly up my body. The heat was wicking away the absurdity of this situation. I was beginning to convince myself that this was an acceptable way of life. 

After several minutes of sipping wine, Stephanie told us that she had something to say. She apologized for breaking in on our intimacy. That had not been the original intention at all. She didn’t expect to find us in bed, but after finding the door unlocked, and us not being downstairs, she had suspicions. She told us that her day had been one of such unfathomable sexual tension. She said that her morning had begun with a powerful orgasm as she showered, then masturbated. Her entire body was electrically charged from that point on. She had dressed for class in a very short, pleated black skirt and simple, thin, black t-shirt. By the time she reached her first class, the throbbing in her pussy had reached a crescendo. Her class was in a large auditorium but was not close to full. She usually sat in the last rows and today was no exception. Two of the universities football players sat behind her but they rarely paid attention to the lectures. The lights were always dimmed to make the viewing screen more visible. True to form, as the slides of pre-renaissance art flashed on the screen, the athletes commenced their talk of the game this Saturday. They were more concerned about the famous alumni that would be present for the traditional walk to the stadium by the team. Would they get playing time? What party would they attend after the game? They were oblivious to Stephanie’s presence. This was nothing new. Steph had shot them down quickly when the semester had begun. Rather than risk their fragile egos they chose to ignore her. So she sat in class, staring at the pictures, barely hearing the words of description. Her thoughts kept running to the day before, and to what was happening between Beth and myself while she was away. 

She told us that there was no jealousy, just curiosity. She had been so sexually charged that any thoughts of sex immediately initiated arousal. She could feel the wetness and heat begin to build as the class proceeded around her. Her needs were overcoming her sense of caution. The adjustable desktop that she normally kept folded along the side of the seat was now a blocking tool, to hide her intended actions from anyone else in the class. Steph slowly inched her skirt up her thighs until her fingertips could touch the fabric of her thin panties. The material was wet to the touch. She lifted the side of the elastic and let one finger slide along the silky smooth skin of her labia. A tremendous effort was needed to keep from sighing audibly as the finger slid between the folds and found her hard clit. She told us that mini-orgasms were attacking her brain from the first touch. There were vague memories of the conversation behind her. The professor’s voice intoned about the artworks. She was more concerned with how to have a mind-blowing orgasm without disrupting the entire class. Oh how she wanted to place her feet on the chair in front and plunge her fingers into her flowing pussy. 

Somehow she did manage to detect some noise in the auditorium. She quickly removed her fingers and pushed her skirt to its original position. She turned slightly and looked over her shoulder. The two guys behind her were still engrossed in their own conversation. The others in the class were closing their notebooks in preparation to leave. But where was the professor? Steph could hear his voice but he was not to be seen. When she turned back to the other side, there he was. He was wearing a wireless microphone so he could amble around the room while talking. He was staring toward Stephanie with a look of disbelief. She was not sure if he had seen her masturbating or not. Her flush of embarrassment completed the color change that had been creeping over her neck and face. She quickly gathered her things and headed toward the opposite door. Maybe he had not seen her at all. Steph looked over her shoulder while exiting the door. The professor was bending down and touching his hand to the seat cover. As his hand met the cloth, a sly smile spread across his face. 

While feeling totally embarrassed, Steph was also incredibly aroused. She knew that she must complete the orgasm soon or she would numbly stumble around in a stupor. She ran into the first restroom but there were too many other students inside. She went into a stall and removed her panties. She knew that the excess moisture must be wiped away from her pouting lips. Without thinking she crumbled the panties in her hand and dropped them into her purse. As she left the restroom she could feel the cool air waft over the still damp skin below her skirt. As she left the building her mind was struck by the absurdity of her condition. Here she was, in the middle of a large university campus, wearing only a short skirt and tiny shirt, desperately looking for a place to cum. She slowly walked down the sidewalk, feeling a sense of power that no one else knew she was almost naked. She fleetingly thought of flashing some poor, unexpecting guys, just to watch their reaction. She suddenly had an idea. She sped her stroll past several buildings. As she passed the edge of the campus, near the drugstore where everyone celebrated the team’s victories, past the streamers still waving from the trees, she saw her objective. How could she have forgotten the study carols in the library? It was so close. She could feel the fluid oozing from her as she stepped through the entrance. Would she make it to the small private rooms before someone noticed the wetness on her legs? 
She found an empty cubicle, one that had paper taped to the long window in the door. She hurried inside and locked the door behind her. Her purse dropped to the floor. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her feet. She took her hands and pushed her shirt over her breasts. As she sank back into the chair, legs splayed out before her, one hand attacked her stiffened nipples, and the other raked her pussy with lustful abandon. Stephanie knew that it would not take long. She could see out the window, people walking underneath, talking, laughing, while she masturbated with intensity. First one, then two and three fingers pushed past her opening. The slosh of juices was intoxicating to her. Knowing the outcome was not preparation for the tidal wave that overcame her. She told us that her orgasm was so intense she was afraid of blacking out. She could feel the blood rush from her head, the energy moving with it. She had never been so wet. Her fingers looked like they had been dipped in thinned honey. She lifted the fingers to her lips and sucked them dry, alternating hands until she was dry enough to get dressed again. 

She knew then that afternoon class was out of the question. She returned to her car and started the few minutes drive from campus to neighborhood. She told us that she knew Beth was with me. But she assumed that we would be talking. Beth had told her that today would be one of long conversation between the two of us, telling me of their history together. Once inside her house she had changed into clean dry clothes and planned to eat a light lunch. Unfortunately her mind got the better of her and she just had to come next door and say hello. The rest we already knew. Listening to that soft, sweet voice narrate her morning had given me a tremendous erection. It was hiding under the bubbles as I slowly stroked the shaft. Beth was not covering her condition quite as well. I could see the far away look in her eyes, the slight movements in her shoulder. I knew that her hand was between her legs, priming her pump. Stephanie noticed our quietness. And the slight motions of our bodies. She glanced back and forth between us, her smile broadening. She said, “I am honored that both of you are horny. This is to some degree, payback for what I have felt today. But neither of you will get away with satisfaction that doesn’t include me.”  She told us that we could get off if we wanted but we better save our remaining energy for her. We both looked a little sheepish, not much, just a little. 

Stephanie reached over and released the drain plug. As the water level dropped she told us to get our wine, dry ourselves off, and get into the bed for her pleasure. She had lost much of the shyness and reserve. She had finally decided that it was her turn to take charge. And Beth and me were more than willing to give her that freedom. We quickly toweled dry and walked to the bed. The afternoon sun was beaming in the windows, casting a warm glow on the bed and our skin. Stephanie told us she was still hot and we should do as we are told. She lay on her back and gestured for us to join her, Beth on one side, me on the other. She said, “I think you both know what to do. If I have any special requests you will be told.” Beth looked into my eyes and we lowered our gaze to Steph’s body. Simultaneously we each took a nipple into our mouths. I was exhilarated to see Beth tongue that hard flesh while I was doing the same from six inches away. Steph was reclined with her eyes shut. She was obviously ready to feel the pleasure and didn’t have to see it happen. Our hands began to intertwine as they moved down Stephanie’s body to her pussy. We were moving faster, with more energy, because Steph was ready for sex, plain and simple. I am not sure if an adequate description is possible for feeling Beth’s fingers slide next to mine as we explored that gorgeous, steaming pussy. As my finger would delve into Stephanie’s depths, Beth’s would waltz over her clit. Then without warning we would both shift places. Stephanie was feeling two different textures, sizes, and speeds churn her body at the same time. The gallop toward cumming was nearing a finish. She was saying, “Yes”, over and over again. We could feel the orgasm approach, fan out, and dissipate under our fingertips. 

Stephanie didn’t give herself time to bask in the feeling. She immediately pulled herself up and reversed her position over Beth. They were both staring at two dripping wet pussies. Stephanie lowered her mouth to Beth, as Beth raised her lips to Steph. The slurping of wet labia, tongues driving through the folds, into the inner recesses, was more that I could stand. I raised myself to my knees and placed the tip of my cock on Stephanie’s pussy. Beth reached up and grabbed my erection and rubbed the head along the slit before me. Beth alternated between licking clit and ball, lip and shaft. Just when I felt that no more pleasure could be tolerated, Beth drove my cock to the base into Stephanie’s pussy. The grunt could be felt in every piece of Steph’s body. I watched my cock drive in and out of this tight little pussy, feeling Beth’s tongue bath my shaft as it bore into Stephanie over and over. Stephanie was definitely still able to keep her lock on Beth’s clit. Beth was moaning her own form of music. I could feel my orgasm building in the distance. How many times had I cum since yesterday? I needed a vacation but it would probably end up similar to this, so I looked forward to work, just to rest. But, a task was at hand, or dick. I could hear Beth and Stephanie intensify their groans and moans. They were not far from cumming either. 




New Neighbors:  Beth and Stephanie



As my pace noticeably quickened, Stephanie rose from Beth’s clit and looked over her shoulder into my eyes. She told me, “I want your cock in my ass, just like it was in Beth’s ass”. It took every ounce of self-control in my power to stop my orgasm at the mere thought. I could see Beth’s eyes grow wide as she continued to lick my shaft and Stephanie’s clit. Again Stephanie implored me, “Fuck my ass! Now!” I removed my cock from its warm cave and placed the tip against Steph’s tiny brown hole. She was not waiting for me to enter her; she was pushing back, trying to fuck me first. There had to be some pain as the head squeezed into her back passage. The only response was louder grunting, almost staccato. With one last push, my cock was buried in Stephanie’s tiny ass. Beth had never stopped tonguing my balls and Stephanie’s clit. We were all working toward orgasms at near the speed of light. I had experienced more simultaneous orgasms over the past two days than in my entire life, and now we were headlong into a three-way crescendo. Beth broke first, sucking Stephanie’s clit into her lips as she came. Steph and I immediately followed. I shot what little seed left into that clamped ass. Stephanie pushed backward onto my cock and Beth’s mouth, as her own orgasm rocked her tiny body. We could barely shift our positions on the bed. There was no energy left in any of us. We were fucked out. I lay in the middle while both girls rested their heads on my shoulders. Our breathing was now normal; the flush of skin was gone. We were too tired to move. As we lay there, the sun casting shadows on our bodies, Stephanie looked at Beth and me and said, “I am the youngest and it is your responsibility to teach me everything I want to know.” Beth smiled slightly and raised her eyes. My thought was, “We have unleashed an insatiable monster.” Boy, did Christmas come early this year.