That night when it all started I woke up from a nice, but freaky dream.
In the dream I had been fooling around with my old boyfriend Michael, when
suddenly Michael was replaced by my big brother, Chris, you know in the way
that people in dreams are suddenly replaced by others. Chris has a rockin’
body, but I’d never tell him because I’m his little sister and I’m not
supposed to say things like this, but he is studly. He’s rock hard, all
muscle from baseball and lifting weights, but not in that gross bodybuilder
way. I mean, he’s slim and taut. Well anyway, Chris began to fuck me with
his huge dick, at least it was huge in my dream; back then I didn’t know
how big he was really. I mean it must have been ten inches long, and it
was really thick. I knew I should struggle and make him stop; I mean he is
my brother and he shouldn’t be fucking me. But instead I pulled him closer
and began to kiss him. I’d never kissed him like that for real, just
brother-sister pecks on the cheek and stuff, but this was a dream and you
can do stuff like that in a dream. I could feel the weight of his body on
top of me as his thrusting started a build-up to me coming. Then I woke
up.

My hand was down there, and I’d been rubbing myself. My fingers were
wet and slick, and I had that empty, gnawing feeling in my gut that said I
was horny as all shit. “Fuck me,” was all I could think. I mean, “Really,
fuck me, please.” I knew from past experience that this would mean no sleep
at all that night, I’d be rubbing ’em out one after another. Once that
feeling sets in, nothing cures it. Diddling myself helps some, but it
doesn’t really satisfy. I imagined that fucking would cure it, but at
eighteen years old, I didn’t have a lot of experience in that department. I
mean I wasn’t a virgin, but my old boyfriend Michael didn’t really know
what he was doing, he fumbled around and came too fast and didn’t do much
for me. I mean it was nice, well maybe not the first time which kind of
hurt, but the second time was nice, but still not very satisfying. I had
been fucked, but I had never really been fucked. If you know what I mean.

That’s when I heard the moaning.

It sounded like Mom and like she was sick. So I got out of bed and
opened my door to the hall, to see what was the matter, and I saw Chris out
in the hall. He was standing by the door to Mom’s bedroom, which was
cracked open just a bit. And I couldn’t really tell in the dark, but I
swear it looked like he was jerking off. I quickly closed my door most of
the way so he couldn’t see me and watched him. He stood there for a minute
or two, then closed the door to Mom’s bedroom and went back to his own
room. Once his door was closed, I crept down the hall and opened Mom’s door
just a bit and peeked inside.

There was a light on in Mom’s room, so I could see pretty well. She
wasn’t sick; she was using a vibrator against her clit, and I couldn’t
really tell, but it looked like she was sticking the fingers of her left
hand up her pussy. Her nipples were hard, like pencil erasers, like mine
get when I touch myself. I had seen Mom naked before, but I never thought
of her as hot looking, which she really is, but it was kind of freaky to
think of her in that way. I mean I knew she had had sex, she had had the
two of us, so she had to have done it, but she was Mom. Mom didn’t jerk
herself off, or at least she wasn’t supposed to. I could feel a trail of
my pussy juice run down the inside of my thigh, and I knew that I really,
really needed to get fucked. Without my realizing it, my hand crept down
and I started rubbing myself again. Suddenly I thought about what would
happen if Mom looked my way. I quietly closed Mom’s door and slipped back
to my room.

Back in my room, I leaned against the door. I was truly screwed. I had
never been this horny before. That’s when the wicked thought came to me.
Chris. I mean I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. I went
into the bathroom, glad for once that we shared a bathroom that connected
our bedrooms. Before this I thought it really sucked that I had to share a
bathroom with my big brother, but tonight it was a godsend. I could slip
into his room without going into the hall where Mom might see.

I opened the door to Chris’s room and saw him on the bed. He was
jerking off under the covers and didn’t notice me come in. I walked over
to his bed. His eyes were closed, imagining something, maybe Mom’s naked
body I thought. The wrongness of that thought really turned me on.

“Hey big brother, want some help?”

Before he could react, I tossed off the covers, grabbed his dick, and
took over the pumping.

“Sis, what the fuck…”

I just grinned and put a finger to his lips to quiet him. Two or three
more pumps and he erupted. I leaned in and started kissing him, like I had
in my dream. After a second, Chris started kissing me back. He was a good
kisser. Way better than Michael.

I could feel him going soft in my hand, so I stopped kissing him and
went south, taking his dick into my mouth. I’d done this once before with
Michael, but he had cum the moment my lips touched his dick, and I got a
load of semen in my eye. That burned. It was more fun this time. At
first nothing much happened. Chris stayed soft, but then he started to
harden and grow.

God, did he grow. Pretty soon I started gagging. I couldn’t fit it all
in my mouth, so I fit as much as I could comfortably. I had read in some
porno mag that the underside was especially sensitive, so I also started to
lick that side of his shaft. Chris’s dick was much bigger than Michael’s
had been. It wasn’t as big as it was in my dream, but it was a good seven
inches long and pretty thick. I glanced up at his face, and he was looking
back at me with a combination of shit-eating grin and total disbelief.

“Now big brother, I need you to fuck me.” I couldn’t believe I was
saying it, much less doing it. I mean I never acted this way. It was like
I was possessed. “I am so horny, and I really need it.”

“Emily, this is wrong…”

“Yes, but I need it! And it looks like you need it too.” I continued to
stroke him to keep him hard.

“What if Mom finds out?”

“You know she’s a little busy right now. We just have to be quiet.
Now, get on top of me.”

If I’d been a little more experienced, I probably would have just
climbed on top, but what did I know? Back then I thought to be fucked the
guy had to be on top. Chris made room for me, and I climbed into the bed.
I thought he’d start fucking me right away, that’s what Michael had done,
and it’s what I thought I wanted, but he didn’t. He just looked at me and
smiled. I looked into his eyes and shivered. I was about to be fucked by
my big brother.

“You’re not a virgin are you?”

“No. I’ve had a guy before. Twice.”

We went back to kissing, and he cupped my pussy with his hand.

“You seem wet enough,” he said in a break in the kissing. “Are you sure
you want me to do it?” Chris and I have our issues; I mean what brother and
sister don’t; but he really is a nice guy, and he wasn’t going to do
something to me I wasn’t ready for.

“Oh God, yes! I am so horny. I need it.”

He started kissing me again, but soon he stopped kissing me and started
sucking on my breasts. My nipples were already hard, but now they became
diamonds. Seriously, I thought he would cut his tongue on them. I just
leaned back and enjoyed his tongue on my breasts and his hand rubbing my
pussy. Then, after a few minutes he went south.

I didn’t realize what he was doing at first. I mean I knew that guys
went down on girls, but I really didn’t think about it. For all my
take-charge attitude, I really didn’t know what I was doing. But by the
time he started kissing my inner thighs, I had it figured out. I spread my
legs, and he dove right in.

Jesus, it was good. It was like my fingers, only I wasn’t in control. I
didn’t know what area he would lick next, and the suspense was exciting.
He avoided my clit at first, licking around my outer and inner lips, and
thrusting his tongue into my vagina and twirling it around. I looked down
and the image of my brother’s face buried in my crotch was seared into my
brain. I shivered. This was so wrong, but there was no stopping us.

Then he touched my clit. Just a quick lick. I swear, I went off like
an electric shock passed through me. Then he did it again, for a bit
longer. Then longer. Pretty soon he was licking it regularly, and I could
feel the orgasm build. I could tell right away this wasn’t going to be
like any I’d had before. I laid back and let it wash over me. I just
exploded. I could feel the juices pour out of me. Thank God I had the
sense, or rather instinct because I couldn’t really think right then, to
bite the pillow to keep from screaming.

Then I felt Chris enter me. The shock of pleasure from the pressure his
cock put on my clit was painful. Delightfully painful. Then the sharp
pangs gave way to a warm, pleasant, full feeling as he thrust in and out.
Chris started kissing me again, nibbling my ears and neck. His weight and
the pressure of his hard body on me felt so good. Being fucked, really
fucked, was as good as I had imagined.

And he kept going. Michael had lasted only few strokes, but Chris kept
going. Looking back on it, I realize it probably wasn’t all that long.
Chris was just nineteen, and while he’d had practice fucking Nicole, his
girlfriend, he wasn’t all that experienced either. But we both were
teenagers, on hair triggers, and it seemed like it was a lot longer than it
actually was.

This time, the orgasm snuck up on me. It wasn’t as intense as the first
one, but it lasted longer. I swear, I must have convulsed for two minutes.
Again, I buried my face in the pillow to keep from yelling out. I didn’t
even notice that Chris had cum too.

I wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. He was so damn
good. He slipped out of me, and I turned on my side in a fetal position,
with Chris spooning me, kissing the back of my neck and with his hand on my
breast and his cum dribbling out of my pussy. It was nice.

I don’t know how long we lay there. It probably wasn’t more than ten
minutes, when I felt his cock begin to swell again. I reached around and
began to stroke it. Soon it was hard, not as hard as before, but hard
enough, and he entered me from behind. This fuck was slow and wonderful.
Soon I drifted off to sleep on the waves of another orgasm.

I woke up in my own bed, the sun streaming through the window, and Mom
knocking on the door, calling me “sleepyhead,” and saying that I had better
move it if I wanted breakfast. Chris must have carried me back to my own
room during the night.

I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and stumbled into the
kitchen. Chris was already up and showered.

“You look like you had a rough night,” he said, and smiled.

We would have a lot to talk about as soon as we could be alone.

CHRIS’S STORY

If Nicole had slept with me that night, probably none of this would have
happened. But she didn’t and I came home from our date horny as hell. She
got me all worked up necking at the party, but then said she had to get
home and left me hanging. So I went home with aching balls.

It was the sound of Mom’s vibrator that tipped me off to the fact that
she was playing with herself. I was fucking terrified of being caught, but
I just had to look, so I opened up her bedroom door a crack and peeked in.
This wasn’t the first time I’d looked at Mom naked. Sometimes I tried to
catch glimpses of her changing. I thought she caught me once looking at
her, but she never said anything, so I guess she didn’t notice. Once I
even watched her in the shower. Even before all this happened, I admitted
that she was one hot woman. Why Dad left her for Laura, I don’t know.
Laura is good looking, sure, but Mom is fucking hot. I guess guys aren’t
supposed to think of their mothers that way, but I’ve got eyes.

I couldn’t see all that much. The light was low and the angle was
wrong, since she was lying on the bed. But I filled in the details with my
imagination and started rubbing myself through my jeans. I didn’t watch
for all that long. I was too scared to whip my dick out in the hall–I
could explain being in the hall at one a. m., but not if Mom caught me
with my dick in my hand–so when the tightness in my jeans became
uncomfortable, I shut Mom’s door and went to my room.

I stripped, hopped under the covers, closed my eyes, and started to rub
one out to get some relief, when the next thing I know is that my sister
Emily rips the covers off, says, “Want some help?” and starts jerking me
off. She was leaning over me, wearing only panties and a t-shirt. I could
tell her panties were soaked through and I could see her breasts swell
under the t-shirt. Before that night I had never thought of my kid sister
as sexy, but she looked damn fine. She was grown up. Then I popped.

Then without saying anything, she just leaned in and started kissing me.
I didn’t know what the fuck to do, but I started kissing her back without
thinking.

Then she started giving me head. She wasn’t very good at it, too
tentative at first and then pretty much all over the place without
concentrating on any of the sensitive areas–Nicole is much better at
it–but you can’t really give head badly and pretty soon I was recovered
and sporting another hard-on.

Then Emily said she wanted to fuck me, just like that. She said we’d be
really quiet so as not to wake Mom. I was afraid she was a virgin; I
didn’t want to be the one to pop her cherry, but she said she wasn’t. It
was pretty clear that she and her old boyfriend Michael had done some shit
together. So I just scooted over and made room for her in the bed. She
pulled off her t-shirt and panties and climbed in.

I was still a little unsure about all this. I mean this was my little
sister. Fucking her was fucked up. So started sucking her nipples while I
made up my mind whether I would really fuck her or not. Emily’s breasts
weren’t all that big yet, but her nipples became hard as rock. Like pencil
erasers. Nicole’s didn’t get like that. I slipped my hand down to her
pussy to check if she was as wet as I thought. She was. Soaked. So I
took the next step and worked my way down her belly.

Her pussy was mostly hairless, just a few wisps of hair above. Her clit
and inner lips were deep pink and already poking out of the folds. She
smelled musky, but clean. I started kissing around her pussy at first.
Nicole didn’t like me diving right for the clit, she had to be worked up to
that, and I figured my sister might be the same way. But I worked my way
closer and started licking her lips, and when I thought she was ready I
took a quick lick of her clit. She tensed up and grabbed my head and
squeezed. She relaxed and after a minute I tried again; she tensed, but
not as violently. Then again. And again. Pretty soon I was licking and
sucking on her clit and then she started grinding her pussy into my face. I
just stuck my tongue out and let her rub herself to orgasm on it.

By this time there was no going back. I had a raging boner and I
figured there wasn’t much difference between going down on my sister and
fucking her, so I moved up and entered her. She was tight and at first I
thought I was pushing in the wrong place, but then suddenly I slipped in.
Emily gave a little yelp, then a moan as I started to thrust back and
forth.

I looked down at her. I couldn’t fucking believe it. This was the
little kid who constantly annoyed the shit out of me, but here she was
underneath me with a look of ecstasy on her face as I fucked her. I leaned
in and started kissing her again, and she responded. I just kept going.
It must have been because this was the second time, but I’d never lasted
this long before. Emily told me later that I obviously had a lot of
practice, but really I hadn’t. I never slept with anyone other than
Nicole, and we hadn’t done it all that much.

I could see Emily building to another orgasm, and she started biting the
pillow again, then I popped. Oh my God, did it feel great. I’d never cum
like that before. Suddenly my penis was too sensitive to be touched and I
pulled out of her, falling to her side.

We just lay there spooning. I don’t know how long, but it couldn’t have
been more than a few minutes when, damn, I started getting hard again. And
Emily, the fucking sex maniac, just reached around, started stroking me to
get me harder, and then slipped me in her again.

This time I was slow and there were no screams muffled with pillows or
thrashing about. Just a slow, quiet fuck. I’m not sure if she came again.
I think she did, but I’m not sure. I came again, but much less intensely
too. Emily had fallen asleep by the time I was done.

We lay there for a few minutes, then I realized that I had better not
fall asleep with Emily in my bed. The last thing we needed was Mom to find
us together in the morning. So I picked her up and carried her back to her
own bed.

But Mom decided to let us sleep in that morning. I woke up around nine,
showered and went into the kitchen for breakfast. Mom didn’t seem the
wiser. She acted perfectly normal, calling out to Emily to get up, and
pretty soon Sis stumbled into the kitchen wearing a t-shirt and a pair of
sweatpants, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She was my little sister
again and not the sex-crazed maniac of the night before. The only
difference was that I noticed her breasts and that her hips had gotten
curvier. She’d grown up when I wasn’t looking.

The Neighborhood Ch. 2: Mom discovers the swingers next door

EMILY’S STORY

Later that day Mom went out to run some errands and I cornered Chris by
the pool. The conversation was a bit awkward at first; Chris thought we
should stop and just pretend that last night had never happened. He said
we would get in trouble. But I could tell he didn’t really want to stop.
So I said it would be worth his while and grinned at him. Then I knelt
down, pulled down his swimsuit, and started sucking him off. That was the
last time Chris said we should stop.

LISA’S STORY

From our bedroom window you can see the Johannson’s pool. I happened to
glance out of it that afternoon and spotted the Johannson girl going down
on her brother Chris. I couldn’t believe our luck; we’d moved next door to
a family that was like ours. I called my husband James into the bedroom
and we both watched while that little girl finished her brother off.

James and I decided that this was presented a possibility for future
fun, but we’d have to be careful. A lot depended on what their mother,
Jennifer, thought. Did she know what her children were doing? James and I
had already talked about Jennifer. She was a gorgeous, busty woman, and
James badly wanted to fuck her. And so did I, for that matter. We’d
already invited her over for drinks that evening, and after seeing her
daughter fellate her son we decided to step up our seduction of Jennifer.
We’d bed her and then feel her out to see if she knew and approved of what
her kids were up to. If she wasn’t game for play, it would be best to
leave her family alone. But if she was…

JENNIFER’S STORY

It was nice to be going out, even if it was only to next door. I had
been told that a divorce is death to your social life; all your friends you
knew as a couple disappear into the woodwork. And for me it had been
worse. Jason and I had owned our own software company. I was president and
chief marketer and Jason ran the engineers. We got an offer to buy us out
that we couldn’t refuse. The company was sort of our baby, but when you’re
offered the kind of money we were, you don’t turn it down. So we sold and
suddenly found ourselves wealthy, not fabulously rich, but well off enough
that we wouldn’t have money problems in the future. But we were also
unemployed, and had lost all the daily social connections you have with
colleagues. Then Jason sprung the fact that he was sleeping with my
secretary on me and that they wanted to get married. So there I was, no
husband, no coworkers, and a dead social life. I bounced back of course. I
got a consulting business going that took care of the mortgage and most of
the living expenses for Chris, Emily, and me. And I had half of all the
money we’d made from selling the company to fall back on. The divorce was
reasonably amicable–not perfectly as I was pissed off. I demanded Jason
give up any claim to the house, so I owned that myself–or rather the bank
and I owned it. We split everything else down the middle. I had started
to carve out a nice, new life for myself, but I worked at home and mostly
by myself. I badly needed to get out and do something social with other
adults.

Lisa and James had just moved next door. They seemed really nice. He
was in sales, industrial machinery, very successful, but on the road a fair
bit. She was a stay-at-home mom, but didn’t look like one. She actually
looked like a porn star, lithe with big, firm boobs. Not as big as mine,
but big. And he was quite attractive too, with a lean, firm body. He told
me he kept in shape by frequenting hotel gyms when he was on the road.
Their kids were the same age as mine, so I was really happy they moved in
next door.

So, I was really looking forward to an evening out without the kids, and
I was glad that when I showed up next door I found out that their two kids,
Rachel and Matt, were out. It was just the three of us adults.

I’m a chatty person, and Lisa is easy to talk to, so that evening I
found myself opening up to her. For his part, James didn’t say all that
much, but he was a good listener. I told them all about the divorce. At
first, I tried not to, saying that they didn’t want to hear my woes, but
Lisa kept encouraging me to get it all out. So I did. I can’t believe I
told them some of the stuff I did. I barely knew them, but talking with
Lisa was like chatting with an old girlfriend I’d known since college. I
told them how Jason’s and my sex life had slowly died, without me really
noticing, and how the thing that pissed me off most about his affair was
that it was with MY assistant. I mean sleeping with your own secretary is
a clich,, but sleeping with your wife’s is an insult.

Lisa and James commiserated with me. They said they had got married and
had kids way too young–not as young as Jason and me, but right out of
college. They said they went through a rough patch as they found
themselves drifting apart sexually, but they’d managed to work through it.

James left to answer the phone, and it was probably the liquor
talking–I rarely drink and I’d gone over my usual limit that evening, not
too much, but enough to break down my inhibitions–and I confided to Lisa
that it had been ages since I’d had sex.

“Well, there’s something we can do about that,” said Lisa.

“If you have a friend you’d like to set me up with, I’d like to meet
him,” I said, misunderstanding her intention.

“It’s James I’m talking about.”

I was having trouble processing what she was saying, and that fact must
have been clear on my face. I might even have said, “Huh?”

“Remember when I said we had a rough patch in our marriage? We loved
each other dearly, but we were both growing bored, and our sex life had
become routine and unexciting. We worked through it by opening up our
marriage. It provided the spark to keep us together while we explored our
sexuality with other people. James is attracted to you and would like to
sleep with you. He told me so.”

“Are you serious?” I was still trying to accept what Lisa was telling
me.

“Yes. Feel free to say no if you’re not comfortable with the idea. We
won’t be offended, and we can still be great friends and neighbors. And if
you are interested, it doesn’t have to be tonight. I know I sprung this on
you, so take your time and think it through.”

“You wouldn’t be jealous? This actually works?”

“No, I wouldn’t be jealous, and yes, it works. It’s all about James and
I making sure we each know that no matter who we sleep with, the
relationship between the two of us is the most important thing. We don’t
hide anything from each other, and we each have veto power over any
partner, but we almost never use it. It works because it’s about honesty,
trust, and knowing that neither of us will do anything, or anyone, the
other objects to.” She, of course, left out a lot about their sex life that
I would find out about in coming days.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Just think it over. If you’re interested, let us
know.”

James walked back into the room and Lisa switched the conversation to
talking about the kids and asking whether mine were as much a handful for
me as they were for her. Chris is a doll, but that Emily, she is a pistol.
So impetuous. And evidently theirs are similar; twins, Rachel and Matt.
Rachel too clever for her own good, and Matt being the headstrong one,
always getting into trouble. I don’t remember much of the rest of the
conversation. I kept glancing over at James, checking him out. He really
was quite the stud, tall and very fit. He also dressed well and clearly
took care to look his best. I knew I should turn them down, but horniness
rumbled deep within me. It had been so long since I’d been laid, and James
was so handsome and sweet.

I was flushed and excused myself to go to the bathroom, not so much
because I needed to go, but because I needed to splash some water on my
face and calm down. As I returned I noticed Lisa in the kitchen, fixing
another tray of snacks. I joined her, and without thinking any more about
it said, “All right, I’d like to sleep with James.”

Lisa broke out in a wide grin and giggled. “This is so great!” she
said, excited as if she was the one who was going to get laid. She leaned
in and gave me a peck on the lips. “You’re going to have such a good time.
James is a wonderful lover.” She took me by the hand and led me into the
living room where James was waiting and told him.

James jumped up and came over to me and took me by the hands. “That’s
great! We’re going to have fun.”

Then he kissed me, not very deeply but definitely more than a friendly
peck between neighbors. I glanced at Lisa, and she was beaming.

James must have sensed my nervousness, although that wouldn’t have been
difficult to do; I was practically shaking. “It’s still early,” he said.
“We can chat a bit more until you’re ready.” He led me over to the couch,
and we sat down. Lisa fixed us both another drink and we kept on talking,
with James holding my hand.

I realized that Lisa and James were well practiced at this, with every
move calculated to put me at ease. James took a larger part in the
conversation this time, and it was mostly the two of us talking. I don’t
even remember about what. I guess about twenty minutes had passed and I
noticed that Lisa had made herself scarce.

James noticed me looking around for Lisa and leaned in and kissed me,
deeply this time, and I responded. His mouth tasted sweet.

“Would you like to go to the bedroom,” he asked, breaking the kiss.

I couldn’t say anything I was so nervous. I just nodded, and he stood
and led me upstairs to their bedroom, or should I say “playroom.” Before
they moved in, Lisa and James had extensive interior renovations done. I
watched the contractors work for a couple months. When I arrived that
evening I looked around to see what they’d changed in the house, but other
than new carpeting and wallpaper, I couldn’t see any changes to the
downstairs. In the bedroom I discovered what the builders had done. There
was no “bed” in the master bedroom. Instead there was a big sunken pit
with two king-sized mattresses at the bottom and cushions all around. You
could easily get a dozen people in the pit. Hence the “playroom.”

“How do you like it? Hard, soft, rough?” James asked me.

“I’m not sure,” I replied. “It’s been so long and before that, Jason
and I were … perfunctory.”

“That’s all right. We’ll just play it by ear. Just tell me if you
don’t like something, and I’ll stop. Or tell me when you like it, and I’ll
keep doing it.” James took me up into his arms and started kissing me
again. I responded, but continued to let him take the lead. Soon I felt
him unbuttoning my blouse, and then unhooking my bra.

“Your breasts are magnificent,” he said; not very original, but
something every woman likes to hear. Then he began sucking my nipples. My
breasts have always been sensitive, and could feel my panties start to soak
through. If he kept going, I might have orgasmed right there. But it was
all a little too much too fast, and I excused myself to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and asked whether I really
would go through with sleeping with the neighbor’s husband. Even though
Lisa had not only approved but had set us up, I had doubts whether it was
the smart thing to do. But it was really a foregone conclusion. I was
past the point of no return. I needed to get laid too badly, I was already
half naked, and James was quite the stud and sweet. I stripped off the
rest of my clothes, did a quick wash to make sure I was fresh down there,
and went back into the playroom.

James was lying in the pit, a big smile on his face and his cock
semi-erect. It was a nice size. He really was in good shape, taut abs,
the faint outline of a six-pack, and that delicious vee of flesh that
points down to a man’s penis. He was neatly trimmed and shaved, with just
a short patch of hair above his cock. I’d never seen that on a man before.

I walked over and without saying a word knelt down and started sucking
him off. He hardened and grew to full size. I couldn’t get all of him in
my mouth without gagging, so started licking the underside and flicking the
glans with my tongue. I also took his balls into my mouth, one by one. He
tasted good, clean, with only a faint whiff of musk.

After a few minutes of this, James indicated that I should swing over
into a sixty-nine, so I lowered my pussy onto his face. Omigod, he was an
expert pussy eater! He started out by avoiding my pussy altogether,
concentrating on kissing my mons and inner thighs, then after a while he
started in on my outer lips, but he must have realized that I was already
exciting and soaking wet, so he quickly moved to my clit, alternating
sucking and licking it. It didn’t take me long before I exploded in his
face. I don’t really squirt, but I do release a lot of moisture when I
come and I soaked his face. He didn’t seem to mind.

I returned to sucking his cock, which I’d neglected during my orgasm,
and James did something I didn’t expect and never had anyone do to me
before. He tongued my asshole. I must’ve jumped, because he stopped and
said he was sorry.

“Oh, God no. Don’t stop. That feels great!”

He resumed the rimming. It felt so good. I had no idea I was so
sensitive around there. His tongue made circles around my sphincter, and
then started thrusting in and out. It was delightful. Meanwhile, his
fingers were rubbing my clit. I could start to feel the orgasm build
again.

“I want you inside me.” I knew that my orgasm would be slower in coming
if he fucked me, and I wanted to savor every moment. I knelt with my
forearms on the cushions at the edge of the pit and James took me from
behind. I was so wet, he slipped in with no problem, filling me nicely.
He was as long as Jason, but a bit thicker, and I could feel pressure on my
clit with every thrust.

He went slowly at first, until I asked for harder. I wanted to be
really fucked, and James obliged. He had one hand on my shoulder and
grabbed my hair with the other, close to the roots so it didn’t hurt when
he pulled, and he went to town. It had been ages since I was fucked like
that. I think I was screaming. I don’t know how long it lasted, maybe a
good ten minutes of hard thrusting. I must have come twice. I was so out
of it that I didn’t notice when he came. I just felt him soften and pull
out, and we collapsed into each other’s arms onto the mattress.

I was woozy, and just lay there, eyes closed, James holding me, until I
stopped twitching. When I opened my eyes, I was staring into Lisa’s
smiling face. She was lying next to us.

“Didn’t I tell you he is an awesome lover?”

“Oh, God! Is he ever! That was fantastic. I really needed that. Were
you watching us?” The thrill of being watched by Lisa excited me in ways
that I didn’t realize.

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind. But I really do like to watch when James
fucks another woman. But I’ve got a favor to ask. There’s something else
I really like to do when James sleeps with someone else.”

“Anything,” I replied.

“It’s a little kinky.”

“It’s been a night of firsts for me, what is it?”

“I like to suck James’s cum out of the other woman’s pussy. Would you
let me do that?”

How could I refuse the woman who had offered her husband to me? I
reached out, brought her face to mine and kissed her. Not deeply, but
appreciatively. I opened my legs. “I’m a little sensitive down there,
right now, so be gentle.”

Lisa knew just what to do. No sudden moves and firm, steady pressure.
She licked my ass and inner thighs, I guess where James’s come had dribbled
out. I jumped a little when she first put her mouth on my pussy, but I
quickly calmed down as she took my lips into her mouth and started sucking
out the cum. It felt nice. I’d never had a woman go down on me, and idea
that she was going after her husband’s semen was so exciting.

After a few minutes, Lisa came up and kissed me. I had another shock as
she passed James’s cum into my mouth. That was so wrong, but so good. I’d
always avoided taking Jason’s come into my mouth; I didn’t like the
consistency or the taste, but sharing a man’s cum with another woman was so
incredibly erotic that I didn’t mind. Lisa and I just kept kissing,
passionately necking. Another first for me.

After a while Lisa broke the kiss, and panting asked, “Have you ever
made love to a woman?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“Neither am I. But I like to fool around with women on occasion. But,
it’s okay to say no. This has been a big night for you.”

I saw the pleading look in her eyes. She really wanted this. I
couldn’t refuse her. After all she had offered up her husband to me. I
started to unbutton her blouse, and she quickly wriggled out of her
clothes. Her breasts were pert, round, and with big nipples. She was
completely shaved down under.

“I’m not really sure what I’m doing,” I said.

“Just do what you’d like to have done to you, and I’ll guide you when
necessary. But after watching you with James, I don’t think you’ll need
all that much guidance.”

I just leaned in and took one of the round globes of her breasts into my
mouth. She smelled wonderful, of perfume, and her skin tasted smooth.
After playing and sucking her breasts for a bit, I started to move south,
and Lisa rolled over on top of me so we were in a sixty-nine.

I had never seen another woman’s pussy up close before. I took a moment
to look it up and down. Her lips and clit were engorged and protruding. I
planted a small kiss on her clit, and that signaled her to start licking my
cunt. I licked up and down her hairless lips, and then took her clit into
my mouth and started sucking. I alternated sucking with licking, both up
and down and in circles. Lisa squirmed with pleasure, pressing her pussy
down onto my face.

After a few minutes, I noticed James’s cock, sporting a brand new
erection, coming to my field of vision. I helped guide it into his wife’s
pussy and went back to work on her clit. Then I felt my own orgasm build
from Lisa’s tonguing. This wasn’t a violent one, like the last, but it was
warm and slowly spread over me. I bucked a little and wrapped my legs
around her head.

I recovered quickly this time and went back to work on Lisa’s clit.
James’s balls kept banging into my forehead, and that made me giggle.
James pulled out and stuffed his cock into my mouth for a few thrusts and
then went back to fucking his wife. I licked his shaft as it went in and
out for a bit, and then I returned to Lisa’s clit. It wasn’t long until
Lisa came. She shuddered and pressed even harder on my mouth. James came
a minute or two later.

I immediately went to work sucking the cum out of her pussy, and Lisa
and I swapped James’s cum again.

We just lay in a sweaty pile for a while. Lisa and James told me that I
was welcome to come over and play any time I felt the urge. And they told
me that they sometimes invited other couples in for group play, and the
next time they would invite me as well. They also invited me to stay the
night, but I figured I had better get back to the kids. Maybe another
night I’d stay. It would be nice to curl up with two others and sleep
after a strenuous bout of sex.

As I walked back to my house, still a little wobbly, I thought about all
the firsts I’d had that night. I’d slept with another woman’s husband.
I’d made love to another woman. I’d had my ass licked. I swapped cum with
my next-door neighbor. My head was swimming.

It was after midnight, and as I was going to the bedroom I noticed a
light in Emily’s bedroom. I opened the door to tell her that I was home
and that it was time for bed. Summer or not, she shouldn’t be up after
midnight. I couldn’t quite believe what had happened to me that night had
actually happened, but I what I saw in Emily’s room really shocked me.

Emily was lying on her back on the bed, legs in the air, and Chris was
fucking her. My nineteen-year-old son was fucking my eighteen-year-old
daughter. I just stared, mouth agape. Emily had her eyes closed and was
softly moaning. Her breasts were firm, and round, nipples erect. When had
my little girl’s breasts grown that large? And her hips were curved like a
woman’s, not a little girl. She was still waifish and cute, but very sexy.
Chris was thrusting in and out of her. His dick was the size of James’s, a
full-grown man. And my God, was he a hard-bodied stud. Powerful arms and
tapered waist of an athlete. Fuck, he was sexy!

I had no idea what to do. I know I should have burst into the room and
stopped them. But I just closed the door and retreated to my bedroom.
This was all too much to deal with. First all those sexual firsts for me,
then exhaustion from all that sex, and finally the sight of my two children
fucking one another. But what really scared me was what I had seen excited
me. I was wet again. So help me God, I broke out my vibrator and
masturbated, coming to the image of my hard-bodied son fucking my sweet,
not-so-innocent daughter.

The Neighborhood Ch. 3: The family next door does more than swing

JENNIFER’S STORY

I was at a loss as to what to do. The next morning I told the kids to
get their own breakfast; I couldn’t face them across the breakfast table. I
couldn’t trust what I might say. I was so confused. I knew it was wrong,
but the idea of my children fucking each other turned me on.

Then I hit on the idea of talking to Lisa. First, even though I hadn’t
known her for long, I felt I could trust her. Second, she had kids the
same age, and third, she was so much more experienced than I when it came
to sexual matters. She probably wouldn’t know what to do either, but just
talking the problem out with her would help me figure things out. So at
nine-thirty I walked back over to the Giamattis. Lisa answered the door,
smiling when she saw it was me.

“Lisa, I’ve got a parenting slash sex problem I need to talk out with
you. Do you mind if I share some really personal stuff, and can I trust
you to be very discreet?”

“You know you can. James is at work. Matt’s off to the beach with
friends. And Rachel is out by the pool. We’re alone.” We went into the
kitchen and Lisa poured us coffee.

“When I came home last night, I discovered Chris and Emily having sex
with each other.” Lisa nodded almost imperceptibly, as if she knew. “You
don’t look surprised.”

“Yeah … I saw them having oral sex out by your pool the other day. I
wasn’t sure how to bring it up to you. What did you say to them?”

“Nothing. I just shut the door. They didn’t even notice that I’d seen
them. I was so confused I didn’t know what to say.”

“Why confused?”

“This is embarrassing, but maybe it’s because of all that happened last
night, but when I saw them, I got excited. I couldn’t trust what I might
say.”

“Are you still excited by the idea?” Lisa’s question was impassive. I
couldn’t read any motivation behind it.

“To be honest, yes. I know it’s wrong, but…”

“Don’t beat yourself up. You had an understandable reaction given the
state you were in. We got you awful excited last night, and you were
having lots of new sexual thoughts and experiences,” she said rather
clinically, but then she added, “besides, your kids are kind of sexy.”

“You think so?” I responded, somewhat shocked at the change in her tone.

“Absolutely. Chris is a total studmuffin. And Emily is beautiful young
woman, who I’m sure charms all the boys at school. They’re young and
beautiful. You wouldn’t be the first parent to have lustful thoughts about
their kids. To be honest, I’ve had them myself about Matt and Rachel.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Lisa assured me. “Do you think you want to act on those
thoughts?”

“I want to, but I know I shouldn’t.”

There was an uncomfortable silence, and visions of Lisa calling the
police and me ending up in jail flashed through my brain before Lisa spoke
again.

“You’ve trusted me with a big secret. Can I trust you with a bigger
one?” she finally said.

“Yes. You can tell me anything.”

“I have acted on those thoughts.”

I was stunned. “You mean…”

“Yes, both James and I have sex with Matt and Rachel. Does it shock
you?”

“Of course…”

“And I gather that it excites you?”

“Yes,” I found myself blurting out.