Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  Susie now leaned in to take the unattended nipple into her hot wet mouth and, as she gently clenched her teeth on the sensitive bud of flesh, Carol’s head rolled back and a low moan escaped her throat. The orgasm that swept through her was strong and all three other participants could feel the tremors in her body as she literally shook with pleasure. Again, it was the support of the other two that kept her on feet.

  Chapter 12

  Carol finally recovered from the orgasm to find that rather than her ordeal being over, it was still ongoing. Susie still had her teeth clamped over one nipple and Lizzie had the other. Joe in front of her was still gently probing her pussy with the fingers of one hand whilst his other had extracted his manhood from his trousers and was massaging it in front of her. She could not help but look. It was an impressive member indeed, certainly larger than her husband’s and probably larger than Phil’s which she had seen the day before.

  “Turn her round, girls.”

  The intensely pleasurable pressure on her nipples released as the two women obeyed Joe’s command. She felt herself being turned around so that her butt was now pointing at that upright stick and her eyes widened as she realized they were going to guide her backward onto it. Tonight had been a series of firsts but this was the biggest one of all, literally. She was about to feel another man’s penis inside of her, the first since some time before she had met Peter.

  “No… No… I can’t do this.”

  The words tumbled out of her mouth as the insistent pressure of his hands on her hips guided her backward toward that moment of destiny. Lizzie and Susie were now in front of her holding her arms, taking her weight as she inexorably lowered toward the waiting organ. Suddenly, one of Joe’s hands left her hip and she felt it flutter past her buttocks. At that moment she realized he was positioning himself to aim for the descending slit.

  “No… No… Please not this…”

  Her words were falling on deaf ears, her own as well as theirs. Her body was now completing the ultimate betrayal of her mind, her voice was saying no but her body failed to resist in any way. It wanted this even if she didn’t.

  Suddenly she felt the touch of the red hot end of his cock at the entrance to her gaping pussy slit. The downward pressure never stopped and, without wishing to, she let out a quiet moan of supplication as she felt her pussy betray her by spreading to accommodate the invading girth. As the bulbous end slipped inside her, the sensations overwhelmed her and, without thinking about it, she sat down onto him in a swift movement. Her pussy engulfed his shaft and the muscles near the entrance to her tunnel convulsed around it. She had never been filled so full before and her body was quickly adjusting to its new-found situation. Her eyes wide, she stared at the two women in front of her. Susie bent to kiss her cheek and Lizzie kissed her on the lips. Her breathing, which had settled again, became ragged and she knew it would not take very much more over stimulation of her perspiring body for another orgasm to overtake her. She both denied and desired that fact.

  As a result, when Joe’s hands which had returned to her hips began an insistent pressure for her to lift her body to start the process of riding him for their mutual pleasure, she did not resist. Within a couple of moments, she had established a rhythm as she raised and lowered herself on his rigid member, literally fucking herself on him. Satisfied that she was doing exactly as he wanted, his arms now encircled her and his hands began again to play with her stimulated breasts and nipples.

  She was quickly panting her way to another orgasm and her eyes were fixed on the spectacle in front of her. Without instruction, the other two women involved in the little tableau had turned to each other and their hands were roaming freely across each other’s bodies. She had watched the two make love to each other before from the safety of the dressing room. Now she could see the whole action much more closely and there was no need to hide her interest and keep quiet.

  Joe waited patiently. Both of the other two girls knew from personal experience that the old man had huge stamina to go with his somewhat oversized penis. As a result, he happily let the woman riding him build to yet another orgasm before he began to talk again.

  “You see, Carol, Phil made a bargain with me. As you are involved, I think you should hear all the details, don’t you?”

  Carol nodded, not trusting herself to speak, not wanting to break the rhythm that she was concentrating on maintaining, not wanting to stop.

  “In order for me to endorse his nomination for Deputy Mayor, he promised me that Susie here and his lovely wife would both service me several times. Are you with me so far?”

  “Yes…”

  This time she found the voice to speak.

  “This they have done willingly and I must say extremely well. But I needed more than just the occasional good fuck. I needed a victory retreat.”

  “Uh…Uh”

  “You see, two weeks after me and my team are re-elected, and by the way we are definitely going to be re-elected, my team and I will be going on a victory retreat for the weekend. No wives, of course—well, except one.”

  “I’m cumming…”

  Joe waited for her to come back down again before continuing.

  “That’s right, my dear. You see, Lizzie and Susie and you—unfortunately not your other neighbor, not this time—are going to be the guests of honor at that retreat.”

  “What…?”

  “That’s right, Carol, that weekend your husbands are going on a fishing trip provided by Phil and, once they are out of the way, this little enclave of yours will become the venue for the retreat.”

  “Uh…”

  All the while he was talking to her she was continuing to fuck herself up and down his penis. In front of them the other two women were now in a sixty-nine position on the floor slurping loudly on each other’s pussies as they too climbed the heights. Carol was partially leaning forward now in order to not miss any of the action taking place in front of her face. Every word he said was burning into her brain but she was unable to stop herself, she desperately needed to feel him cum inside of her, despite that being territory reserved for her husband.

  “That’s right, sweetie, the only people on my team who won’t be here are those who are so pussy-whipped that they can’t get away from their wives and, of course, Phil who is so conveniently providing the distraction by removing your husband from the picture.”

  Suddenly Joe’s hands were tugging at her hip urging her to go faster and faster. She shrieked out her passion as she finally felt him erupt inside her, driving the full length of his penis into her and ejaculating deep inside her excited, stretched pussy, very close to the entrance to her womb. Her own orgasm pulsed through her and she finally slumped back against him, unresisting.

  The mutual orgasm of the couple on the bed was enough to push the other two into their own, and all four stayed still for a minute gathering their breath.

  “Move now, please, Carol. I don’t want a wet patch on the front of these trousers, do I?”

  He was all business again, the machine Politician he had been downstairs, no longer the passionate animal that had partaken of her flesh. As the other two women moved out of the way, Carol literally rolled forwards onto her hands and knees on the floor as Joe swung his legs clear and stood up. Tucking himself back into his shorts, and adjusting his trousers, he meticulously checked himself over in the mirror before heading for the door briskly.

  “Lizzie will give you more details, dear, be ready in six weeks.”

  With that parting shot he was gone and Carol was left sobbing on the floor.

  “You can’t stay there, Carol, we have to rejoin the party.”

  Carol looked up as Lizzie’s voice spoke her name. She realized the other two were already struggling back into their costumes and remembered that the lecherous Mayor had half hitched the pair’s panties leaving them commando for the evening. She quickly looked around for her own clothes and sighed with relief when she realized they were all there. He hadn’t pi
nched her panties as well as the other two pairs.

  In a daze, she put her underwear back on, forgetting that in doing so any juices that leaked from her would fill the crotch of her already damp panties. As she pulled her skirt up and fished for the blouse, she could see that Lizzie was touching up her hair-do and makeup and that Susie had already disappeared.

  “I’ll give you a couple of minutes to finish up and then see you downstairs, sweetie. There’ll be a nice stiff drink waiting for you. I think you’ll need one. Don’t worry about your husband. Phil knows what he’s doing and will have taken him out to look at the fishing gear he keeps in the garage. Peter doesn’t need to know a thing now, does he?”

  Chapter 13

  Five minutes later Carol, still shaky, still unable to come to terms with what she had just been through, was standing near the foot of the stairs already halfway through the large whiskey and soda that an understanding Lizzie had thrust into her hand.

  The last person that she actually wanted to see at that moment was probably Joe, the next last was probably her own husband, but that was who was pushing past the others in the room to talk to her. He had a big smile on his face and was obviously bursting to tell her something, just as she was bursting not to tell him something.

  “Guess what, Carol?”

  “No, what, sweetie?”

  “Phil’s entered in a soft mouth bass competition in six weeks’ time. He’s asked Andrew and me to go with him and crew. You know, speedboat and fishing and all that. Isn’t that great?”

  “Isn’t it dangerous?”

  “No, it’s lake fishing not sea fishing, silly. It’s safe as houses.”

  “Have we got anything on that weekend?”

  “No, nothing.”

  His reply left Carol searching for any reason to be able to say he couldn’t go. The trouble was, the only reason she could have given she couldn’t give without creating a scandal and bringing her own marriage crashing down. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of another man’s semen leaking from her well-fucked pussy into her panties as she stood there talking to her husband. Looking past him, she could see Lizzie and Phil on the other side of the room conversing in low tones. All the while Phil was watching her with a knowing leer and a predatory glint in his eye. The expression said it all, me next. She shuddered but Peter didn’t notice; he was so excited about this damned fishing trip. He was like a little boy, desperate to open his presents at Christmas, unaware someone else would be opening his most important toy of all.

  “I’m just going over with Phil to talk to Andrew as they couldn’t come tonight. You’ll be alright here on your own for a few minutes, won’t you, Carol?”

  With that he disappeared, leaving her standing there in a room full of men, all of whom seemed to her to know exactly what she had just been doing. Panicked, she decided to grab some air and, nursing her drink, she headed through the kitchen toward the patio doors to the deck outside. She stepped out into the low light given off by the garden lighting Phil had switched on for the occasion and stood quietly for a minute looking up at the stars, breathing deeply.

  “Did you enjoy the experience then—Carol, isn’t it?”

  She jumped; she hadn’t heard anyone come out to join her. She looked round and only dimly recognized the man who had spoken. He seemed to realize this and introduced himself.

  “I’m Norm, I’m Joe’s election agent, and we did meet earlier. Why don’t we move around the corner here where its cooler, I think there’s more of a breeze when you get off the deck?” Another strong man was taking charge of her and she couldn’t quite pluck up the effort to resist him as he gently led her down the steps from the deck and around the corner to the side of the house. Here there were no garden lights but the area was lit by the city lights from below the bluff.

  There was nobody in sight and she realized she was alone with this man, someone who was very important to Joe, the man who had just fucked her. A man who could make big trouble for Phil and who, in turn, had the evidence to destroy her marriage. He gently took the glass from her unresisting hand and, in the low reflected light, she could see he was smiling at her.

  “That’s better, girlie, isn’t it? I think there’s only one thing you need in your hand right now and it’s not made of glass, is it?”

  “I can’t do this…”

  The rising note of panic in her voice only made him laugh.

  “After what you just did sweetie, I don’t think there is anything you can’t do now, is there?”

  He took her hand in his and placed it on the bulge in his crotch and she felt the penis twitch under her hand in response to its presence.

  “Now, be a good girl and do what all the bad girls do, sweetie pie.”

  “What…?”

  She tried again.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “On your knees, sweetheart, I’m sure something will come to you if you do. Now, on your knees, I said.”

  There was an edge of command to his voice that reverberated around her brain even though it had been delivered in a quiet almost conversational tone. She sank to her knees in despair.

  “Good girl, now you know what to do.”

  Without fully understanding why she was doing this, she reached out both hands to his crotch and lowered his fly. Reaching into the opening, she reluctantly freed his rapidly hardening penis from its confinement within his boxers and cradled it with both hands as it poked out. There was enough light to see that it was not as big as the Mayor’s, about the same size as Peter’s, but this one was circumcised.

  Reluctantly she bent her head forward toward it. As the bulbous end floated under her nose she almost gagged on the smells coming off it. She only performed this act for her husband as a special treat and always only after he had showered. This man quite obviously hadn’t showered since this morning, if then. Stale sweat wafted past her nostrils as well as the unmistakable smell of stale urine. She almost gagged when she realized she could also smell stale cum. The man had been either blown or fucked before today.

  “Come on, get on with it. Your husband will be returning to the party soon.”

  That thought more than any other goaded her into action. Without further thought, although with a small shudder of revulsion, she opened her mouth and engulfed the head of the smelly object into her warm wet mouth. He sighed and began to rock his hips backward and forward, alternately fucking more and then less of his length into her mouth.

  Her cheeks hollowed as she tried to use her tongue to bathe the end of his dick with her saliva but he wasn’t interested in the niceties at all, all he wanted to do was fuck her mouth. So that was precisely what he did. Before long his thrusts had the tip of his penis touching the top of her throat and she was struggling to breathe as the uncouth man increased his tempo.

  Obviously, the situation of power was getting to him and he cradled her head in his hands as he continued to fuck her mouth. Carol was grunting each time the penis hit the entrance to her throat and breathing was reduced to simple gulps of air on the out stroke. Her lungs burned but her torture at his hands was nearly over. Suddenly, the end swelled up and her eyes widened in panic as she realized he intended to cum in her mouth, something she denied even her husband. Then she realized it was too late as his first blast sent strings of gooey sperm flying down her throat. She began to choke as he held her head in place depositing his entire load within her mouth.

  Finally, the ordeal was over and he pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of her mouth and leaned down, holding her mouth closed with one hand.

  “Swallow it.”

  He commanded and weakly she did so, more as a defense mechanism as the idea of puking sperm all down her clothes didn’t appeal to her very much, especially having to explain it to her loving husband.

  Just as Joe had done not twenty-five minutes earlier, Norm tucked himself back into his trousers and prepared to depart.

  He leaned down and patted her cheek.

  “No
t bad for an amateur. Not bad at all, but in six weeks’ time you are going to have to do much better.”

  With that he left, leaving her to slump from her knees to a sitting position, groping for her drink to wash the taste out of her mouth, although nothing would remove the stench of the man from beneath her nose.

  This was the position that Lizzie found her in a few minutes later after she had obviously questioned the election agent about Carol’s whereabouts.

  “Come on, sweetie, we need to get you back inside. Phil will be back with Peter soon and you can’t let him see you like this, can you?”

  Wearily Carol climbed to her feet and leaned on Lizzie for support. For the first time in her life she had performed a sex act and could honestly say she hadn’t enjoyed it. Then the realization of his parting words struck home.

  “Lizzie?”

  “Yes, Carol?”

  “What did he mean ‘see me at the retreat’?”

  “Because Joe will be there as will his team.”

  “How big is his team?”

  “About thirty if you count all the Commissioners and the Chief of Police.”

  “You mean they’ll all be there? You mean they’ll all expect to fuck each of us?”

  “Well, not all of them, of course. As Joe said some of their wives won’t let them attend and one or two are so old now that they couldn’t anyway, even if they wanted to. On top of that the three junior members of the team won’t be invited—too young and not likely to be able to keep their mouths shut.”

  “So just how many will be there?”

  “About half I think.”