Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  As Chris led her into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind them, she moved to the end of the bed. Turning, she sat down and spread her legs wide apart, giving him a clear view of her wet and gaping sex. She put her hands behind her and leaned back, thrusting her naked chest out at him both provocatively and brazenly, inwardly shocked at her own behavior.

  “What do you want me to do first, lover?”

  * * * *

  Peter was desperately fighting to stop himself cumming as Lizzie settled back onto his rigid prick, engulfing him to the fullest extent possible. For the previous six months, his neighbor’s hedonistic lifestyle had excited, intrigued and repelled him in equal measure. Knowing his wife was part of it, and being kept on the outside very deliberately by Phil and Lizzie, had infuriated him and driven him wild with jealousy. Now his wish was coming true, his neighbor’s wife had stripped naked for him and his dick was embedded in her hot pussy. The fact that probably at that very moment his wife was being plowed by a complete stranger was the furthest thing from his mind.

  His hands came down to circle Lizzie’s slim waist and he slowly eased her up and down his dick as he took control of the rhythm of her movements.

  Lizzie moaned in ecstasy, and Peter gradually increased the tempo, causing her to moan again. The next time his hands guided her back down the length of his shaft, he thrust up. The sensation was incredible—her vagina was literally throbbing around his member. Each time she came down he thrust up harder and harder.

  Lizzie was moaning almost continuously, her breathing coming in short sharp gasps, his own struggling to match her. He released his grip on her waist and she took control of the tempo of their fucking, his hands roaming up her front toward the tempting targets of her lush breasts.

  He cupped the full pair in his hands, sending a shudder through her body which rippled her pussy around him, causing him to gasp. His fingers immediately went to her engorged nipples and instinctively he squeezed the hard nubs of flesh. Lizzie’s reaction to the additional stimulation was both immediate and extreme. She screamed as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her, and the pulsing vibrations it sent through her pussy brought him to the point of no return as well. Peter could hold back no longer and thrust his hips up from the chair, lifting both of their weights as his own juices exploded deep inside her, liberally coating the farthest reaches of her vagina.

  Once, twice, three times he lifted his ass from the chair and exploded deep inside her, finally allowing the two of them to subside into a heap on the chair as the last few drops of his orgasm were splattered from his pulsing cock. Her breasts mashed against his fingers, trapping his hands against his chest as the two gulped for air after their explosive mutual orgasm.

  “Wow!”

  She lifted her head to look at him, and then kissed him gently on the lips.

  “Wow indeed, lover!”

  They lay in a tangle on the chair for a couple of minutes as Peter reveled in the sensation of his penis softening slowly inside her. It was Lizzie who moved first.

  “I have to move, honey. My legs are going to sleep.”

  Reluctantly, Peter shifted slightly to allow his penis to slide free as she slowly levered herself back up into an upright position. Her body was bathed in sweat and the sheen this gave her breasts was so alluring, he raised his hands again toward them. Playfully Lizzie swatted them away.

  “Later, lover, for now I need a drink.”

  The naked goddess lifted herself clear of his lap and stood on legs made shaky from the cramped position. As she moved away he rose to a standing position himself, acutely aware of her nakedness as she moved over to the coffee table to recover her drink. As she bent down to retrieve her wine glass her stance displayed her gaping pussy to him. He could see their mingled fluids dripping down onto her thighs. His prick gave a twitch, obviously liking the view as much as his eyes did.

  * * * *

  “You really are wanton, aren’t you?”

  Carol smiled back at him but Chris continued to speak.

  “I think I’d quite like to be undressed by a naked slut.”

  Without a sound Carol rose gracefully from the bed where she’d been displaying herself and crossed the intervening space to Chris. Her hands reached for the knot of his tie and she gazed deeply into his eyes as she slowly loosened it and removed it.

  “Don’t discard that just yet. I might have a use for it.”

  Knowing the only possible use he would have in mind for the silk tie was to either tie her up or blindfold her with it, Carol couldn’t suppress the shudder that tore through her.

  “You like that idea, don’t you?”

  “Which idea?”

  “Me tying you up with it.”

  “Well, I wasn’t quite sure what you meant but, yes, I suppose the idea does have its attractions.”

  By now her fingers had completed the journey down his chest, undoing the shirt buttons on the way. She started on his belt as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. Carol leaned in to kiss his chest and then circle his nipple with her tongue as he continued talking to her.

  “Shall I tell you exactly what your friend is doing right now?”

  “I can guess.”

  “Go ahead and guess.”

  “Something along the lines of what I’m doing.”

  “No, I guarantee you Robert is moving much faster than that. Rebecca will be down on her knees in front of him, sucking as much as she possibly can of his cock into her mouth.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  Carol pushed his trousers down his hips leaving only his boxers holding his erect penis away from her view.

  “Is that what you want me to do?” Carol asked as she sank to her knees in front of him.

  “No, I want you to finish undressing me and then I’ll tell you what I want you to do next.”

  She reached out with one gentle hand and pulled the front of the boxers away from his flat stomach. Her other hand deftly fished inside to grasp his hot organ. His breath whistled through his teeth as she eased the boxers past the obstruction to where it joined his trousers on the floor. He’d kicked his shoes off earlier whilst she’d been busy with his shirt so, when he stepped clear of the tangle of his trousers, he was as naked as she—more so, given she was still stocking-clad.

  Carol was now looking straight at his crotch from a distance of about six inches and immediately leaned forward to dart her tongue out to lick the bulbous end of his impressive instrument.

  Chris was having none of this and grabbed her under the shoulders and pulled her to her feet, swinging her around to face away from him before pulling her savagely back into him. His hot penis was trapped between her ass cheeks and she gasped from the contact.

  “I told you I didn’t want you to suck my cock, so now I suppose I’ll have to punish you for that.”

  He reached to one side to retrieve his tie, even as she ground her ass back into him, massaging his prick with her ass cheeks as her passion mounted. Without further ado he imprisoned her hands in one of his and wrapped the tie three or four times around her wrists, pushing the upper part of her body forward to make room.

  Carol was panting, her fluids gushing onto her thighs as he continued to treat her in a manner she found irresistible. Finally, with her hands secured, he took two steps forward, his entire body pushing her toward the bed. Helpless to prevent it, Carol felt him push against her, unable to stop the momentum carrying her forward and she fell face down onto the bed, legs akimbo.

  A moment later she felt the crack of his hand landing sharply on her upturned ass check. A couple of seconds later another one descended just as heavily on her other cheek. She screamed as the sudden impact pushed her over the edge into the orgasm pent up for so long.

  Chapter 23

  Despite the bathroom in between the two bedrooms, Rebecca clearly heard her friends scream. She was too busy to do more than notice it and file it away, having recognized it as a scream of passion.

  At that momen
t her mouth was full of the large penis Robert had presented her with the second he’d stripped off his clothes. She hadn’t needed to be told, simply dropping to her knees in front of him and wrapping her hands around the rigid black member. A shiver had passed through her at the thought that was the first black prick she’d come into sexual contact with, but this subsided as the heat of the moment took over. Leaning forward, she had planted a kiss on the end of his cock and then swirled her tongue around it before taking the first couple of inches inside her mouth.

  Now, ten minutes later, she was still sucking on it, although by now rather more than two inches was buried inside her oral cavity. His pre-cum was leaking into her mouth and, while she used one hand to massage his balls, her other hand had long since slipped down to her pussy where her fingers were equally busy.

  Finally, Robert decided enough of this was enough and, just as Chris had done in the other room, reached down and pulled his panting partner to her feet. She looked at him, her chest rising and falling as she gasped for air.

  “What next, hon?”

  He nodded toward the crisp white linen on the king-sized bed. She smiled widely and took his hand in hers and led him over to the bed, still smiling.

  “Do I need a rubber?”

  She shook her head no, “I’ve got an implant.”

  “Good, don’t like the darn things, anyway.”

  As they neared the bed, Rebecca took the initiative and swung him round so his back was to it. A gentle push propelled him into first a sitting and then a lying position. Wasting no time she swarmed up on top of him, straddling his hips with her knees, sinking back to push her wet box into contact with his length. He gasped as she began to rub her soaking wet pussy up and down the entire length of his cock.

  “Is that nice, lover?”

  All he could do was nod as the nymph took control and, using one hand, gradually eased and teased his dick into position. His hands came up to grasp her perfectly formed breasts and, looking down the sight of his black flesh in such proximity to her own pale skin, pushed her even closer toward her orgasm. A moment later her pussy lips were spread apart as she finally positioned it above the end of his rigid cock and she slowly sank back, wallowing in the sensations as it slid cleanly inside her already soaking wet channel.

  Robert was large enough that she felt his cock touch the entrance to her womb before her backward movement was complete, something she’d never experienced before in this position. Her eyes shot open in disbelief as she realized she still had at least an inch of his length to go.

  “God!”

  Her whole body began to shake with lust as she continued to force herself down onto the impaling instrument. Finally, the outer lips of her pussy touched the skin at the base of his cock and the orgasm which had been threatening for several minutes was released in an emotional storm. She collapsed forward onto Robert’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place, reveling in the sensations as her pussy quivered and shuddered around his fully engulfed penis.

  * * * *

  Lizzie looked coyly back over her shoulder at Peter, still bent over displaying the folds of her slit between her legs.

  “You getting hard again, big boy?”

  She straightened up, shutting off the view, much to his obvious disappointment.

  “I need something more to drink before we start again.”

  Lizzie drained her wine glass and looked over at him once more.

  “You got anything else to drink? How about a nice cold beer? You got any in the fridge?”

  He nodded—not for the first time this evening words escaped him. He watched as she walked slowly toward the kitchen, his eyes fastened on her bouncing buttocks as she put every deliberate effort into her walk. At the door to the kitchen she stopped and half turned, getting her own back by staring straight at his already nearly hard cock.

  “Well?”

  He scrambled toward her but, with a delighted little giggle, she slipped into the kitchen and stood in front of the fridge.

  “In here, honey?”

  “Yeah… On the bottom shelf I think.”

  “Now’s there’s a surprise.”

  Her wicked giggle was infectious this time and he chuckled along with her as she opened the fridge door and bent down to check the contents of the bottom two shelves. She bent from the waist rather than with her knees, her legs apart and he was treated to the same arresting sight as before. Lizzie wiggled her ass in what Peter could only take as an invitation and he moved, without thought, to stand immediately behind her. His hands moved to her hips and, as she looked back over her shoulder at him, she reached out to grasp the bottom shelf of the fridge. Shuffling her legs wider apart gave him all the invitation her neighbor needed.

  He left one hand on her hip, using the other to align himself with her inviting slit and, after a second or so, pushed home, impaling her with about half his length. She shuddered at the contact and then thrust her hips back, confirming to him she wanted this as badly as he did. Peter completed the movement, thrusting all the way inside her, before pulling almost all of the way out, and then all the bay back in. She thrust back to meet him as he pushed forward, withdrawing as he did, establishing a rhythm that quickly suited both of them. At the same time her grip on the wire shelf of the refrigerator tightened and its contents began to shake and rattle as their tempo built.

  Within a couple of minutes, she was moaning almost loud enough to drown the increasing rattle from within the cold appliance. Her hands were starting to go numb from the cold as she clutched the cold metal in an attempt to stay upright. Not that this bothered her, all her senses were concentrated in her vulva, as he slid rapidly in and out of her slit.

  “Oh… Oh… I’m cumming!”

  As her orgasm rushed through her, Lizzie screamed out her passion and her whole body shook. She realized he was slowing down and stopping, although she hadn’t felt him cum with her. He pulled out, pulled her upright and swept her up into his arms, kicking the refrigerator door shut as he did so. He turned through one hundred and eighty degrees. Lizzie could feel his erect penis bobbing obscenely under her back as he took two steps toward the kitchen table where he deposited her on her back. The touch of the cold glass surface to her back brought renewed shudders and another low moan escaped her lips. He pulled her roughly to the edge of the table positioning her pussy right at the edge, allowing her legs to fall away to the sides and, without a word, thrust himself back into her waiting cavity.

  She moaned again as he began to thrust vigorously in and out of her.

  * * * *

  As the dregs of her orgasm chased each other through her system, Carol realized dimly that Chris had continued to spank her—she could feel the heat building in her tortured backside. Face down on the bed with her hands tied there was nothing she could do to prevent him. The complete sense of powerlessness this gave her, instead of terrifying her as she though it should, just heightened her arousal even further. As he used his legs to push hers further apart and the spanks came lower and lower on her ass until they he began to catch the inside of her thighs, she realized she was about to cum once more.

  The next blow landed squarely on her pussy, either by accident or deliberate—she wasn’t sure—but it pushed her over the edge into another mind-blowing orgasm. This time when she came down the assault on her tender nether regions had ceased. Instead he was kneeling between her outstretched legs, his hands caressing the flesh he had just tortured for several minutes.

  As he ran his hands over her hot flesh they felt cool to her, and that sensual coolness seeped into her until she was bucking her ass back against his hands as hard as she could, given the position of her helpless body and tied hands.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Mmmm…”

  “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

  She nodded, words not forming in her brain.

  “I thought you might. Phil told a little about your relationship. I don’t
, however, think he’s plumbed the depths of your submissiveness yet, though. Not like I’m doing.”

  His fingers moved lower and brushed across her slit, searching for and finding her clit. Not the easiest thing in the world, given the rapid churning of her butt as he continued to excite her back toward the peak she had only recently descended from.

  “I think you’ll like this just as much.”

  A moment later his fingers were replaced by his penis and he drove it into her. The powerful stroke was irresistible and, indeed, met with little resistance as she screamed out her third orgasm of the evening.

  Chapter 24

  Rebecca continued to shudder and shake on top of Robert for almost a minute. Her face was only a couple of inches from his so he leaned in and began to kiss her hungrily. Immediately she slowly lifted herself along his length, feeling her pussy sucking at his cock as the bulk of it left her. Just before it slipped completely out of her, she reversed the motion and rode back down its length once more.

  She didn’t break the kiss as she repeated the movement once again, and then again. By the next cycle, he was thrusting up to meet her, his cock filling her completely each time she pressed down on her. Finally she broke the kiss and watched as his face mirrored her own look of wonder at the sensation. A moment later she was in motion again, levering herself up to sit astride him, upright, her arms holding his shoulders for balance as she began to ride him in earnest. Again his hands came up to grasp her breasts.

  “Fuck! I’m cumming again!”

  Her wild cry excited him further, as did the convulsions of her vaginal muscles, as the orgasm racked her upright body. This time she didn’t collapse back onto him, their two pairs of arms providing the necessary bracing to keep her in the vertical position. As the orgasm subsided she began to ride him faster and faster. Each time her body reached the end of the down stroke she grunted softly, although her face betrayed her enjoyment, not any pain.