There Goes The Neighborhood

by Dom Savage

  I picked her up in my arms and laid us both down on her white carpet, slowly reaching to untie the fabric that held her robe closed. She stared longingly at my every action. Beneath her robe, she wore nothing at all. Her delicious body exposed fully to my eyes. She probed my eyes for reaction, and I certainly gave her plenty to read. I licked my lips, but this time I wasn't going to wait, I wanted this woman, and I wanted her now.

  I pulled off my suit jacket and tie, stood up and dropped my trousers to the ground and stepped out of them, and my shoes in two blinks. I was back down between her legs in seconds, my hard cock aimed at the pot of gold I was about to work over. Her body was ready for me, and it needed no preparation. It was awake and calling out to me when I tested the waters; her pussy was soaked with her excitement.

  I worked my head into her as she spread out her legs wider to accommodate me better. This wasn't going to be making love, and this was going to be fast and hard. Once I was halfway in, I dropped all my weight into my next motion and buried myself deep in her. Her guttural sounds told me she loved it, the full weight of my body sent my cock shooting into her pussy like a bullet entering a gun's chamber.

  The warmth of her pussy was a welcoming feeling, and she was still as tight as ever. Her hands pawed at my back and worked their way down to grab my ass while she cried out to me how much she loved my cock. It pleased me to no end to hear her vocal expressions of lust. The gentleman in me decided to take the night off, and the bar crawling bastard in me decided to pay a visit. I worked her pussy long and hard. I bit at her neck and roughly handled her tits, hands, and mouth. I rolled us over and had her ride me while I watched her tits bounce up and down, as her neck craned her head back from pleasure. The woman was gone; she was over the edge and sought no way back. She rode me with her strong legs for all I was worth. My hands worked her juicy ass and helped her rise and fall.

  I shot my first load of cum deep into her, and she roared and trembled. I wasted no time and gave her no time to relax or come down. I grabbed her and bent her over her plush couch in the most undignified doggy style position I could, spread eagle with her ass in the air I stepped behind her with my still hard cock angrily searching for her deepest depths. The combination of her many orgasms as well as my own made the passage slick and easy.

  I grabbed that long black hair of hers and wrapped it around my fist, and I pulled hard. Her head jerked back naturally at the force of my pull. My other hand slapped at her ass, leaving an imprint of my hand across her ass cheeks. She loved it and moaned her approval. I rode her hard and fast for the next half an hour until we both collapsed into a heap of on the couch. Still, inside of her, our heartbeat became one, and our breaths came deep and ragged. She cooed and reached to her pussy to rub it, as well as my still embedded cock.

  "You make me feel so alive," she stated as she felt the mixture of our cum dripping out of her. I didn't want to move; neither did she. My cock still half-erect didn't plop out, so I felt her pussy still throbbing around it. This woman had lost a lot of time and wanted to make up for it. I took this time to ask her if she had enjoyed the party. She replied that the party wasn't in the remote vicinity of how much she had enjoyed this. Casually, I made light of some of the people I had met that evening.

  I started with the husbands, then switched to the women. I hoped she would volunteer for the information I had sought, and she did. The woman in question was Victoria Winchester. She and Julia had been friends for over fifteen years. Victoria was a divorcee who was raising two young children and had done very well for herself in her divorce. Julia seemed fond of Victoria, so perhaps I should handle this situation with a level of delicacy. The last thing I wanted was to ruin a good thing by being too greedy.

  It was late into the night before we finally rose from the couch, my sleeping glistening cock dangled between my legs in an obscene fashion. It swung with each step. We were too tired for a shower, so we made our way to her bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I looked over and saw Julia lying next to me. What the fuck? I asked this out loud as I rushed from the bed, taking two steps at a time. I arrived at the bottom, landing with the thud of my feet smacking against the hardwood floor. I looked around and headed straight for the kitchen. There at the small table, Julia kept in her kitchen sat Victoria, sipping a cup of joe with a wicked smile on her face.

  She looked me up and down. I was still completely undressed with my junk in its perpetual morning wood salute. "Well, now that's what I call a good morning," she said slyly. "My coffee could use some creamer. I hope Julia left some for me to have."

  Chapter 4

  I had woken up at Julia's the night after the party at the Garner household. In a state of panic, I had rushed down to her kitchen, still naked, and now stood there in the buff in front of her friend Victoria. My morning wood was making its appearance, much to the enjoyment of this woman sitting at the table drinking her coffee. I was too stunned to react, and the idea of covering up never crossed my mind.

  "Joaquin, how sweet of you to make us..." Julia's voice came to a sudden halt as she came around behind me and noticed her friend sitting there. "Well, good morning," said Victoria in a joking manner. "Definitely looks like you had a good night." Julia looked horrified as she stood to my immediate right. We both looked at each other, searching for answers. She pulled me to the bottom landing and gave me a knowing look. I understood right away that these two women had much to talk about, and I probably shouldn't be around for it. We both headed upstairs, where I got dressed, and Julia put on a robe, a few minutes later, I kissed her goodbye and headed home.

  With the mystery of our audience now solved, I couldn't help but wonder what was about to happen. From Victoria's reaction this morning, I doubted she looked was embarrassed by this situation, but I didn't know the dynamic of their relationship. I could've asked Rose about it, but I quickly decided not to. Rose had limited our interactions with flirting and sexual encounters. I did not know if she technically knew what was going on between Julia and me.

  The next few days were pretty quiet, my emails and texts with Rose continued. She was out of town with her husband, visiting friends, but her torrent of flirtations didn't stop. I hadn't heard from Julia, but I had received a few calls and invitations from her other friend Melissa. I had put off any of the suggestions of meeting with her because it was starting to feel like I was playing with fire, and there was a risk of things exploding in my face. I took to my work, and I had been ignoring my project. Part of the reason I moved to the suburbs was to have less distraction from creating new software. Tedious and focus consuming work, I found myself trying to hammer out this new algorithm most unsuccessfully. Even my daily run had been put off the last few days.

  I decided to drive down to the city to visit a few friends and do a bit of shopping. I returned home later that day, reinvigorated by my outing. I stopped by an art gallery and picked up a few pieces to decorate my new home. I wasn't all that interested in art, but they were great conversation pieces. I rang Julia up, hoping to use my new pieces as an excuse to see her. She sounded pleased to hear from me and agreed to stop by in the next hour. I uncorked a few bottles of wine I had picked up and put on a bit of jazz.

  Julia came over and smiled when I greeted her at the door. I ushered her in and walked her over to my new hanging art. She stood back and observed it as most art lovers do. She is processing the lines, contrast, and hues as they do. Eventually, she disengaged her attention from the frame and turned it to me. "You have fantastic taste," she said. The conversation turned to her inquiring about my visit to the city, how she should visit this or that gallery herself.

  "I'm surprised but pleased you called," she said in her sultry tone. "I thought perhaps the other morning scared you away," she continued as she inched closer on the couch. She went on to tell me that she and Victoria usually did their speed walk together every morning, and when she hadn't shown up that morning, Victoria had come over
and let herself in. This did not explain why Victoria had been there the other night, but I wasn't about to bring up the subject. I was too embroiled in relief that we could laugh and move past her obvious predicament that awkward morning. I planned to keep things light that evening, but she had other plans. She suggested we head over to her house, and she had something she wanted me to see.

  It was dark out, so the likelihood of being seen by our neighbors was slim. We walked the short distance arm in arm like two excited lovers. We entered her house and made our way to her media room, there awaited a bottle of wine and two glasses. It seems she had planned for this, and now I was more curious than ever what I was actually in for. Julia had been pretty transparent up until now, so all this mystery had me a bit on edge. "Have a seat," she instructed.

  I sat down in one of her plush recliners, which she pushed back into its most comfortable position. She poured us each a glass of wine and joined me in the adjoining recliner. She fiddled with a remote, and the large screen before us lit up. Before anything came on the screen, she looked over at me and said: "I hope you aren't too shocked or think less of me after what I am about to show you." When her words ended, she pressed play, and a film started up.

  The scene before me seemed like your typical home movie. A gathering of friends, people smiling for the camera, and drunken individuals socializing. A minute or so later, the screen cut to a new setting, only Julia and Victoria could be seen in this shot. The camera had obviously been placed on a tripod or a table because the scene was a steady one, unlike the shaky experience its predecessor showed. The two women locked lips. I immediately noticed a difference in Julia's hair length and assumed this video was not made recently. I looked over at Julia, who was so engrossed in the video; she did not notice me watching her face. Her left hand was working its way up her pantyhosed leg and nearer to the hem of her loose-fitting skirt. The effect of the video was clearly evident. I was having my own reaction to watching these women makeup and fondle each other.

  My attention returned to the screen just in time to watch Victoria slip one of Julia's nipples into her mouth.

  Julia's head shot back, and she pushed her chest out to Victoria. For the next few minutes, I watched as Victoria devoured my lover's tits. The screen cut to black and then the next scene appeared, both women were naked and passionately kissing again. One of Julia's hands was between Victoria's legs, obviously stimulating her pussy. I again looked over at Julia, who now had stuffed her hand up her skirt and was ever so casually stroking her pussy. My cock throbbed in my pants, its angle causing some discomfort, so I decided to free it from its confines.

  The scene I was watching was so hot, and the sounds these women were making were turning me mad with desire. I watched as Victoria got up and straddled Julia's face, lowering her pussy onto her mouth. She then bent over and spread Julia's legs in an effort to gain access herself. For the next fifteen minutes, I sat there watching as they licked, sucked, and fingered each other to climax.

  When it was over, I returned my gaze to Julia, who had closed her eyes and was wantonly fingering herself. With the sounds of the video now gone, the squishing of her fingers rang out like the sweetest song to my ears. I got out of the recliner and crawled over to her, I kissed my way up her legs and soon after found my nose nestled between her labia. Her fingers, coated with her juices, pressed against my cheek, urging me on. I flicked my tongue over her clit in rapid successions that caused her to raise her hips from the recliner. She humped at my mouth like a woman gone wild, her thighs clamped around the sides of my face, and her pussy gushed its nectar all over my chin. She collapsed back into the recliner, still moaning and trembling, as the aftershock of her explosive orgasm still coursed through her body.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at me, and her eyes were glazed over, her face covered in sweat. She grabbed me by the ears and pulled me up, so we ended up face to face. She kissed and sucked her own juices off my lips, she kissed and sucked her juices off my chin. When she was done, she said, "I'm sure you have a million questions for me." She was right, but I wasn't about to ask now. I was more interested in getting my rocks off, and she too recognized this. I sat back in my recliner, and she took the hint, she strode over, pulling off her sweater and skirt. She draped one leg over my abdomen and reached for my cock. She rubbed it across her pussy a few times before inserting it and lowering herself on it.

  "I've missed your hard dick so much," she moaned as she gyrated her hips and worked it in and out of herself. A dozen strokes in she climaxed again, and her nails scratched at my chest. She kept riding me for all she was worth, she leaned down and started kissing my neck and ears. "I love the taste of pussy, even my own, but I love this cock more than anything in the world," she whispered. My natural reaction was to grab her hips and thrust up into her. My cum surged from my balls up the shaft and exploded into her. She cried out as the spurts caused my cock to throb in her; she continued riding me milking the last few drops. She got up and down between my legs and licked it clean before reaching down between her legs to scoop up the cum that was seeping out of her freshly fucked pussy. She sucked her fingers in bliss, lost in its taste, all while staring into my eyes deeply.

  Seated back in her recliner, she finally got around to telling me how she found comfort in the arms of Victoria after her husband's tragic death. It had started out innocently enough. She pours out her heart to Victoria over glasses of wine. That had relaxed her, and one thing led to another on one such occasion. They had been lovers intensely at first, but when Victoria's now ex-husband started suspecting something was going on, they slowed down. They had gotten together from time to time since, but not as regularly as they had in the past.

  My limp dick started waking up listening to the sordid tales of their encounters, I reached down and grabbed it. She noticed instantly and chuckled, she stared at it hungrily and licked her lips. The woman I had once perceived as conservative was all but conservative. Despite her perfect public appearance, she was just as much a freak behind closed doors as me. For the next hour or so, we exchanged candid details of our most adventurous sexual experiences, and my dick stayed hard the entire time. The knob on my desire was turned all the way up as I listened intently to her most private moments. When things had died down a bit with Victoria, she met a Puerto Rican woman from the city named Nydia Rivera via the internet. Things between them had progressed rather quickly, it was her first experience with another race, and she was hooked. The way she described Nydia with such passion and detail gave me the impression that she felt deeply for her.

  Nydia was about five feet tall, with beautiful eyes and a body to die for. Apparently, Nydia was fiery and had introduced Julia to sexual wonders she previously hadn't imagined. Listening to this was too much for me, I needed to fuck something soon, or I was going to blow my load sitting there just listening. "I have another surprise for you," Julia told me. She grabbed my cock and pulled me to my feet. She led me upstairs in this most awkward fashion, her grip on my dick was strong, and she wasn't letting up. At the top of the landing, she turned and kissed me while stroking my engorged and excited cock. "Remember, whatever happens, it's because I want to share this with you." Just then, she walked off into her room without another word.

  Curiously, I waded in after her. What I saw took me by complete surprise. On the bed, a blindfolded and bound woman lay. Her wrist tied to the headboard and her legs were wide open and tied to straps that looped around the posts at the foot of the bed. Julia stood next to the bed, admiring her and running a hand over the woman's flat stomach. The woman's ruby red lips parted, and a moan escaped, as Julia's hand crept lower the moans rose in volume. How long this woman had laid there, tied, I did not know, but if she wasn't complaining who was I to complain of her.

  Julia raised one finger to her lips, instructing me to keep quiet, and then beckoned me over with the same finger. I finally got around to removing my shirt while I closed the distance between us. Julia leaned in and w
hispered, "I want to watch you fuck her," she kissed my ear and then added, "I want to suck your cum out of her pussy."

  I needed no additional instructions or commands; I walked over and placed the head of my erect cock on those beautiful red lips.

  Her lips parted, and instinctively took me in, her warm wet mouth started sucking me. This woman could suck some serious dick, and she craned her head the best she could with her constrained body. I helped by pushing more of myself into her mouth, and I could feel her breath on my pubes and my balls gently slapping against her chin. I was now fucking her mouth freely and holding her head in place. I looked over at Julia, who was standing in a nearby corner playing with herself, fingering her pussy and pinching a nipple. "Go for it," she silently mouthed.

  With a plop, I pulled out of this delicious mouth, my cock coated in spit and precum. I made my way to the foot of the bed. Her shaved pussy left no doubt that it was wet and ready for action. I gripped my cock at the base as I climbed onto the bed between her restrained legs. Slowly, I inched myself into her, and she was tight. Tighter than any woman I had sunk my cock into previously, this was going to be an exercise in control. I pressed my full weight onto her and worked myself in and out of her. I could hear her nails scratching that constraints unable to get a hold of me, she cried out in passion. "Fuck me, fuck me harder," she instructed. I reached up and grabbed her forearms and pressed them to the bed, and pistoned my cock almost all the way in and out of her. My strokes are long and as powerful as her pussy throbbed. We were one rhythm of passion and want.