Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  Transferring her mouth to the other dick in front of her, she repeated the process with the same outcome and then started moving from one to the other. On each pass, she took more and more of the lengths of meat into her mouth until, finally, each was nudging at the entrance to her throat. Given the position, there was no way she could actually take them down into her throat, something she had never managed before but she realized that she was so turned on she would certainly try it if she could.

  Chapter 22

  Earlier on Carol had spotted the pile of towels spread out on the deck to one side of the tub and had guessed what they were for. After all, Phil wouldn’t want to ruin a good thing by sending her home with her ass bruised by being screwed into the decking boards, would he? Finally, she stopped sucking on the dicks in front of her and suggested, in a voice throaty with passion, that they allowed her to move to the towels. Reluctantly the four guys allowed her to break contact with her and she straightened up.

  Knowing that Phil was continuing to capture her image on camera, she raised her arms above her head and, clasping her fingers very deliberately and slowly, stretched. This arched her breasts upward and outward and, with the four avid watchers surrounding her, provided her neighbor with a perfect photo opportunity. She stepped out of the tub with feline grace and slowly walked over to the towels, turning to face the four guys who had been enjoying her body. Sinking down onto the towels, she sat facing them and gradually and deliberately spread her legs wide apart. Leaning back on her elbows, she bent her knees, too, in obvious invitation and the four jocks immediately responded. All four stood and, on climbing from the tub, dropped their shorts to the deck and approached her.

  She lay back and held her arms up to greet the first one to approach her. How they had decided who would be first she didn’t know, but suddenly one of them was dropping down into the missionary position between her legs. She opened her eyes to see it was the colored guy and shivered in anticipation of another first. She felt the large head of his obviously erect penis touching her nether lips and knew that any second now she would be impaled.

  The twitching cock seemed to have a certain amount of difficulty finding the precise opening, despite her obvious desire, and she was just about to reach down and guide it in for herself when it slipped into place and the first half an inch disappeared into her snatch. Her back arched and her backside left the ground as she tried to engulf him in one movement. He had other ideas and moved with her only slowly, feeding more of his length into her rather than thrusting into her all at once. Electric impulses roared up and down every nerve in her body as he slowly increased the penetration. She threw her hips up at him yet again in a vain attempt to get him to complete his thrust, but he was intent on doing this his way, knowing the teasing approach was giving her as much pleasure as himself.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Carol, he completed his thrust with a grunt. Unbidden, her legs now left the ground and her heels locked behind his buttocks. Still demonstrating a remarkable degree of control, he began to slowly withdraw his cock until only the head remained inside her well-lubricated pussy lips. He smiled down at her upturned face as her legs thumped against his butt, attempting to force him to enter her fully once more. This time it thrust in quickly, and they both felt his end bounce up against the neck of her womb. She squealed in ecstasy at the sensation, one she had rarely felt before, and never in the missionary position. Again, he withdrew slowly before plunging back into her. Again, the end bounced against her innards and, this time, the sheer power of the moment took her into another orgasm. Her body shook and quivered under him like a wild animal as her hands clutched at his back in passion. Slowly he withdrew again and plunged deep once more. The rhythm was now established and it was one they were both enjoying. The animal mewling sounds coming from Carol echoed around the yard and his grunts were just as loud in counterpoint to her.

  Such passion cannot continue at such a level for too long before something had to give. As his thrusts sped up, Carol was the one to crack first, and she was driven to the point of distraction yet again. She was now no longer able to count the number of times she had cum since lunch, but he wrung one more from her before spending himself deep inside her grasping, aching pussy. She wanted him to rest there for a few moments to allow her the chance to savor the feelings, but she had temporarily forgotten that at least three more virile college jocks were waiting their turn. She felt him lift himself off her and immediately there was another man taking his place.

  Unlike the first one who had been gentle with her, this one felt no need as he looked down at her ravaged body and gaping hole which was oozing fluids. He dropped into position between her legs and, without any fuss, simply thrust his own not inconsiderable prick to its fullest extent into the warm, wet, waiting cavity. Again he bottomed out and she screamed in pleasure as the sensations, only momentarily abandoned, now began again. Carol was no longer the woman being screwed on her neighbor’s deck. Instead, she was a complete sexual animal. Incapable of speech she simply grunted, screamed and moaned out her pleasure as, one by one, the four young bucks took their turn with her. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had been driven to during the afternoon of debauchery, but was certain that each of her lovers had given her at least two.

  Finally, the fourth one spent himself deep inside her and she was left to lie, wantonly spread open, on the towels for a few minutes whilst the four guys recuperated. Finally, she raised herself onto her elbows and looked at the five men—the four naked jocks and the still fully-clothed Phil still holding his camera.

  Carol then made a mistake. Completely innocent of any other meaning, she spoke up.

  “I need a drink.”

  She meant she needed a glass of lemonade or even water, but unfortunately for her the four guys took it completely the wrong way. Suddenly, they were all in motion and she was surrounded by naked man-flesh in the blink of an eye. Eager hands got hold of her and pushed, pulled and rolled her onto her hands and knees. Suddenly, the colored guy was kneeling at her head and, as she looked up, his semi-hard and still very impressive dick was pointing straight at her mouth.

  “No, I meant…”

  Carol got no further as the end of his rapidly hardening penis was thrust past her teeth into her oral cavity. She could taste the half-dried fluids coating it, both his and her own, and almost gagged. A second later, realizing the taste wasn’t in any way bad, she began to suck at the appendage that now filled her mouth. Phil was moving around to the side to capture the action and, as Carol looked down, she saw that the darkness of his skin contrasted with the paleness of her own as the black rod slid in and out of her lips.

  Seeing that their willing victim was now enthusiastically blowing their friend, the other three high-fived each other and the blond one moved around behind her. Carol felt someone moving between her legs and realized that one of the other guys was now very close to having a second crack at her vulnerable and exposed pussy. Her eyes went wide open as his hands descended onto her ass checks and began to knead them. There was nothing she could do, the guy at her head had now wrapped his hands into her hair and was holding her head still as he repeatedly drove his dick in and out of her mouth. She was struggling to breathe, especially when it reached the end of its stroke and was nudging against the entrance to her throat. She had never deep-throated anyone and was unsure of the technique when she suddenly felt the end of a penis pushing at her cunt lips.

  She screamed, the scream itself being completely muffled by the large cock buried in her mouth. As the large dick thrust into her gaping slit, the act of screaming relaxed her throat and mouth muscles such that on the next thrust the colored cock finally entered and filled her throat. She was impaled from both ends and the sheer pleasure pushed her into yet another orgasm, albeit this time an unwanted one. Her whole body shook and shivered. Her vaginal muscles contracted and expanded in waves of orgasmic release to the point the guy buried there thought he was going t
o explode, even though he had cum not that long before. He was, however, able to hang on and, as her passion slowly subsided, began to thrust in and out of her in a compelling rhythm.

  Not so the guy at her head. Having been finally sucked into her throat, the rapid spasms of her throat muscles brought about his own release. String after string of goo was pumped straight down her throat without any touching her mouth. As he withdrew from her mouth which allowed her to finally breathe, she could see black spots floating in front of her eyes. He moved aside and daylight flooded back in, making the spots worse for a moment before they cleared. Behind her, the other one was pumping in and out of her rapidly and was obviously not going to be able to last much longer. She hung her head down and panted for air as he finally spent his load, not for the first time that afternoon, deep inside her. He, too, collapsed away.

  Before Carol could even begin to think about moving, the other two guys had taken the places of their spent friends. Carol very quickly found her lips wrapped around another penis that had fairly recently been inside her, and a fourth one was busy burying itself in her more than open pussy. Again the sheer wantonness of the scene was too much for the young bucks and, although the one at her head didn’t manage to slip his dick into her throat as his predecessor had, they both spent themselves very quickly.

  As they pulled away, a completely exhausted, spent, Carol collapsed onto the towels. Her eyes were closed and, although she heard movement and the rustle of fabric around her, she didn’t open her eyes or acknowledge it.

  “Carol…”

  She heard Phil’s voice as if from far away but failed to even open her eyes in response. Suddenly, there was a ringing slap as Phil’s hand cracked down on her left buttock. Her eyes flew open as she heard Phil say,

  “Stand up and say goodbye to our guests, please, Carol.”

  It was the last thing she felt like doing but she pulled herself to her feet and turned to see the four jocks now fully dressed in their street clothes.

  Each one shook her hand whilst they leaned in and carefully kissed her on the cheek. The last was the colored guy who, perhaps braver than most, actually stepped close to her and hugged her. He planted a huge kiss on her surprised mouth as his hands dropped to her ass cheeks, one of which was still smarting from Phil’s slap. Phil, of course, continued to capture this with his seemingly inexhaustible camera. The man finally pulled away from her having copped a good final feel.

  “You’re a good fuck, lady! I’ll see you again, no doubt. Don’t be wearing any clothes next time, sweet-cheeks!”

  Before she could frame any kind of reply, he turned on his heel and walked over to where the other guys were waiting. As the four left, she could hear them talking about her.

  “Hell, that girl is hot. I wish we had more time. I want another piece of that ass. I want that ass. Fuck, I want to go back and do it again. I bet she could take on the football team. Next time, I’m going to fuck those tits.”

  Thankfully the comments faded as the four guys disappeared around the corner of the house. A minute later she heard car doors slam and car engines start up as they disappeared out of the small gated community.

  Turning to Phil, she saw he was standing there with a slight smile on his face and a very obvious hard on in his slacks. Anticipating his command, she moved over to where he was standing and dropped to her knees in front of him.

  “No, sweetie, I think I’ll let my wife take care of that. I think you’d better get cleaned up and get off home before hubby gets back.”

  Chapter 23

  Fifteen minutes later a refreshed and much cleaner Carol stepped out of the shower and wrapped one of the large fluffy towels around her. Given what had been happening to her over the last few days she hadn’t bothered to shut the bathroom door as she had gone into the shower and, as a result, could look straight out through the now open blinds onto the deck. What she was made her pause and, still dripping water from the parts not covered by the towel, moved closer to the window for a better look.

  There were four people on the deck, all of whom she knew. Phil was leaning back on the balustrade around the edge of the deck with his trousers around his ankles. Crouching naked between his legs, and with her head bobbing up and down, was Carrie from over the road eagerly sucking on his cock. Lizzie was stretched out naked on the patio table, amid the wreckage left behind by the men who had ravished Carol earlier, also totally naked, whilst the tall blonde naked figure of Susie was bent over at the waist eagerly eating out her friend and fingering herself with one hand at the same time.

  Carol watched the debauched scene for a few minutes as first Susie brought Lizzie and then Carrie brought Phil to a climax. As Carrie stood up and turned away from her friend’s husband, Carol could see trails of Phil’s cum dripping down from the corners of her mouth. As she watched, their eyes met and Carrie smiled and waved. Carol smiled back and glanced at the clock. With a start, she realized that she only had twenty minutes or so before her husband got back from work so dived back through the house, discarded the towel at the door and sprinted down her neighbor’s drive and up her own. She had just closed the front door behind her when she heard a car pull into the short cul-de-sac and stop. Panicking, she looked through the spy hole to see Rebecca, the other neighbor, getting out of one side of the car and Rebecca’s husband, Andrew, getting out of the other.

  Breathing a sigh of relief at just managing to escape being caught, she bolted upstairs into her bathroom to finish drying off and making herself presentable before Peter got home.

  * * * *

  The next morning Carol was pulling on a pair of white stockings and attaching them to her matching garter belt when the phone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi, Carol, it’s me, Lizzie. Would you mind a slight change of plans this morning?”

  “I suppose not, what?”

  “Instead of me coming to fetch you, I want you to come round here a little bit later instead. Okay?”

  “Sure, why.”

  “You’ll see. Now, are you wearing your stockings, sweetie?”

  “Yes, white ones.”

  “Good girl, I knew you would be. Now, I want you to put a nice pair of heels on and also a nice cocktail dress over the top this time. Okay?”

  “Sure…”

  “That’s right, but nothing too slinky, or sexy. That nice little blue number I think would be ideal. I’m sure that’s what I saw in your wardrobe yesterday morning.”

  Carol knew exactly which one Lizzie meant and considered it rather risqué herself, but still, Lizzie was in charge.

  “Okay. Are you going to tell me why?”

  “No, it’s a surprise, sweetie, and don’t worry, it’s going to be nothing like yesterday’s surprise. Indeed, you might well find that no man is going to touch you today at all. Now, no underwear, remember?”

  Carol sighed.

  “It’s okay, sweetie, you don’t need a bra with that type of dress anyway and knickers are basically pointless for you during the day, aren’t they?”

  “Lizzie…”

  “No, no more clues, sweetie, got to dash. See you at eleven!”

  Carol was left holding a dead receiver and wondering what her devious neighbors were up to now. Slowly she finished attaching the stockings to her garter belt and wandered over to the wardrobe to remove the light blue dress Lizzie had ordered her to wear. The dress had thin halter neck straps and was low cut at the back too, as Lizzie had pointed out, preventing the use of a bra. Pulling it over her hips and tying the neck cords in place Carol admired herself in the mirror. The idea of wearing the light blue dress with white stockings wasn’t something she would have considered but thought the effect was pleasing. Actually, more than pleasing as she struck several poses, definitely sexy. The short skirt covered the stocking tops but the loose light material moved of its own accord every time she moved and, as she twirled, easily showed off the bare skin and garters above the tops of the stockings. The more she looked th
e more she liked it, and realized with a start that her body liked it too; her nipples were standing out and making highly visible tents in the thin fabric of the top.

  Glancing at the clock she saw it was still barely ten o’clock and she had almost an hour to herself. Taking the opportunity, she quickly began tidying up in the kitchen, a task sorely neglected whilst she had been frolicking about next door for the last few days. As a result, she didn’t see her other neighbor hurrying across the street to Lizzie and Phil’s.

  As always, when busy the time flew past and suddenly, Carol realized she was in danger of running late, which would definitely incur a punishment; something she didn’t want to find out about at all.

  * * * *

  Lizzie answered the door with a smile and stood aside to let her neighbor in.

  “You look fabulous, sweetie. I thought white would go well with that dress. Now, come in.” Lizzie was looking her up and down frankly and liked what she was seeing. Lizzie licked her lips at the thought of what would be happening before long.

  “We have another guest this morning, sweetie. Come through to the den.”

  Lizzie led the way and Carol, slightly nervous, but less so than on previous days, especially after yesterday, followed. At the entrance to the den, Lizzie stood to one side and allowed Carol to precede her.

  “Hello, Carol.”

  Carol was flabbergasted to see her other neighbor, Rebecca, sitting there next to Phil on the big couch. Rebecca was dressed in her normal office clothes, dark suit over white blouse and the knee length skirt over the demurely crossed ankles were in sharp contrast to her own much sexier attire.

  “Hi… Um… How are you?”