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 The Neighborhood

   by A.  Van Peebles

   (MF, FF, MM, inc, group, anal)

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   The Neighborhood Ch.  1: Brother and sister discover each other

   EMILY'S STORY

   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.

   LISA'S STORY

   I'd said it.  We were past the point of no return, so I told Jennifer
everything.  I told her that about a year ago Matt had broken his leg, and
since he couldn't bathe properly with the cast, I had started giving him
sponge baths.  He was embarrassed of course.  No eighteen-year-old boy
wants to be naked in front of his mother.  Of course I washed his back and
hair, but let him wash his private parts himself.

   Then one day, while I washed his hair, I noticed that he had an
erection. I don't know if he'd had them the other days; I had avoided
looking down there out of concern for his privacy.  He had a very nice
cock, just like his father, only a bit smaller.  It stood out proudly from
the thick tuft of hair above it.  I asked him, "Would you like me to take
care of that for you?" I don't know why I said it.  I didn't even think
about it before the words escaped my mouth.

   Matt spluttered and said he didn't know what I was talking about.

   "It's natural that you got excited," I continued.  "Getting your hair
washed by a woman is kind of sexy, even if it's just your mom.  Would you
like me to relieve you, or will you do it yourself later?

   "Uh, I guess it'd be okay if you did it."

   With that I reached out and gave him a handjob.  I think it only took
about four strokes for him to come.

   I finished cleaning him up, and it became part of our daily routine. 
I'd give him his sponge bath, cleaning his cock and balls myself now--I
mean there was no more need to feign privacy after I'd jerked him off--and
then I would finish him off by hand.  I started making the washing into a
game, trying to see how excited I could get him.  I took to undressing
before his sponge bath, wearing only a bathrobe on the pretense that I
didn't want to get my clothes wet.  I'd do things like rub my breasts
against his back as I washed him, or breathe heavily on the back of his
neck and ears.

   Then one day, shortly before the cast was to come off, instead of giving
him a handjob, I took him into my mouth.  He'd never had a blowjob before
and, although he was getting better at lasting longer with all the handjob
practice, he came pretty quickly.  His cum was sweet tasting.

   Then the cast came off.  I thought it was over and that I'd have a
little talk with him about how what we'd been doing was fun, but it was
something that shouldn't continue.  But that night Matt came into my
bedroom.

   "Mom, I know I don't really need help bathing anymore, but would you
mind helping me again tonight?"

   I couldn't refuse him, or my own desires.  I told him to go into my
shower and I'd be there in a minute.  Thankful that James was away on a
sales trip, I undressed and I heard Matt start to run the shower, then,
naked, I went into the bathroom to join him.

   I let him soap me up and rinse me off.  It was the first time he'd
touched a naked female body.  He was rock hard throughout.  He spent an
inordinate amount of time fondling my breasts, then, because I didn't think
he would do it by himself, I grabbed his right hand and guided it down to
my pussy and let my son grope me.  After a few moments, I told James we
should go into the bedroom.  So I turned off the shower and we dried off.
Then I took his hand and led him to my bed.

   We lay down and I started kissing him.  This was something that he had
some experience with, and he wasn't a bad kisser.  He was very tentative
with his hands, unsure if he could touch me.  So I told him to touch me all
he wanted, and to show the way I reached out and grabbed that lovely cock
of his.  We just rolled around and played with each other that night.  I
let him explore my body, and I explained to him the various parts of my
pussy and what I liked to have done to them.  I finished him off with a
blowjob and sent him to his own bed.

   The next night I introduced my son to the art of giving a woman head. 
He was more enthusiastic than skilled, but he steadily improved as I guided
him in what I liked.

   The next day James came home, and that put a stop to Matt's and my
playtime for two whole weeks.  It drove Matt crazy, and I was unsure if
what we were doing was right.  First, as you can tell I'm really open about
sex.  A lot of what I was doing with Matt was a kind of sex education.  I
was guiding him in exploration of the female body and demystifying sex.  It
would make him a more considerate and responsible lover.  But I wasn't sure
that I should let it go any further than handjobs and head.

   The other problem was my relationship with James.  We have an open
marriage, but that's based on honesty.  James knows about every person I
sleep with.  In fact, he's there most of the time.  I really don't pick up
guys or girls on my own.  There are few long-time partners and couples that
I fuck without James being present, but for the most part when he's on the
road, I stick to masturbation.  This was different.  First, I wasn't
telling him about it.  And second, it was our son.  Not only did he have a
right to know as my husband, he had a right as a parent.  But I kept my
mouth shut.  Oh, and James and I had the most fantastic sex when he came
home.  All that playing with Matt got me really hyped up.

   Then James was off on another sales trip, and that night Matt showed up
for bath time again.  We did our usual rolling around.  Matt came twice.  I
got awfully wet, but Matt still hadn't gotten the knack of making me come.
Don't get me wrong, Matt got me very hot, but he wasn't skilled enough to
bring me off.  But he was a quick study and it wouldn't be long before he
would be nearly as good as his father.  As usual, when we were done I sent
my son off to bed.  While I dearly would have loved to curl up and sleep
with him, I was already starting to formulate boundaries.  I wanted to keep
our playtime limited to the physical.  I wanted our emotional bond to be a
normal mother-son one, and I was afraid that certain types of intimacy
would encourage the wrong types of feelings.

   Since I don't like sleeping on a wet spot, I changed the sheets and was
settling down to bed when there was a knock at my door.  It opened and I
heard Rachel's voice.

   "Mom, can I come in."

   "Yes, of course dear.  What do you want?"

   "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

   I looked at my daughter, standing there in her nightgown.  Despite being
twins, my two kids really look nothing alike.  Matt takes after his father
in every respect, tall and lean, but Rachel was the odd one out in the
family.  She resembled no one else; I suppose she inherited every recessive
gene in James and my arsenals.  She had my nose and chin, but she had big,
doe-eyes that no one else in the family had.  And even at eighteen she was
curvier and had bigger hips than I did.  Her coloring was dark, also unlike
either James or me.  She was cute and cuddly and even though she was too
old to be sleeping in her parents' bed, I couldn't refuse her.

   "Is there anything wrong?"

   "No.  I just don't want to be alone tonight."

   "Okay, hop in." I was glad I had changed the sheets.

   I thought we had settled down to sleep when Rachel spoke, "I know what
you and Matt have been doing."

   A chill ran down my back, and I started to sweat.  "What do you mean,
honey?"

   "I've been watching you and Matt.  It's okay, I'm not going to say
anything to Dad or anyone."

   I breathed a sigh of relief, but knew I was not in clear yet.  Rachel
was young and innocent, but she was smart and methodical.  She rarely acted
on the spur of the moment, and the moment she said that she wasn't going to
tell, I knew that she had planned this encounter out.  She was the exact
opposite of her twin brother, who was all impulse and was terminally
oblivious to the consequences of his actions.

   "Okay, Rachel.  I know you too well.  What do you want?"

   "I don't know how to masturbate.  Can you show me like you've been
showing Matt?"

   "Oh, honey, of course." This was something I was happy to do for her. 
Had she asked a few months ago, I would have limited my instruction to just
telling her how, but I'd already broken that barrier with Matt, so a little
hands-on instruction couldn't hurt.  "Have you tried?"

   "Sort of, but I'm afraid of hurting myself."

   I turned on the light and climbed out of bed.  "Okay, take off your
nightgown.  Get naked," I told her as I shed my own nightgown.  Rachel
stared wide-eyed at my body and then got of bed and tentatively took off
her nightgown.  I had never appreciated it before, but Rachel was rather
stunning.  I'm tall and rather lanky, but Rachel is short and all about
curves.  Her breasts were big for her age, and quite a round and impressive
rack that she had not inherited from me--mine are surgically enhanced;
James likes big boobs, so they were a Christmas present for him one year.
She had an hourglass figure, with wide hips and nice, round butt.

   I sat back down on the bed, with my back to the headboard, and spread my
legs.  I told her to lie down between my legs and began to show her my
pussy.  It was easier than having her try to see her own in a mirror.  I
explained the various parts and told her that hers would look somewhat
different, but all the parts would be there.  I explained where I liked to
be touched and how, telling her that what she liked would probably be a
little different, but that she should start doing the things that I liked
and experiment from there.  Rachel, ever the student, peppered me with
questions.  Like should she insert something?  I told her not at first,
just to rub herself until she got used to bringing herself to orgasm.  And
when she was ready, I'd get her a dildo, but she should make sure that she
was properly wet before inserting anything, even her fingers.  I also told
her that the first time she did, she would probably bleed, and that was
okay; it wasn't anything to worry about.  Penetration probably wouldn't be
pleasant the first time or two, but she would grow to really enjoy it if
she kept at it, although she, like most women, would probably need external
clitoral stimulation to cum.  But I told her that sex is fun even if it
doesn't lead to orgasm, as my recent playtimes with Matt had reminded me.

   "Mom, can I touch you?"

   "Of course, dear.  See what it's like; then compare it to yours.  And
then we'll both masturbate together.  Is that okay?"

   Rachel nodded and tentatively reached out and parted the folds of my
outer lips.  "Does it feel good to have it licked?"

   "Oh yes.  That's so much better than your fingers."

   Rachel, who never acted on impulse, did.  Either that or she was playing
a really deep game; I've never been sure which.  She just pushed her face
forward and began licking my labia.  I was stunned, but just let her
continue.  When I was showing her my pussy I had told her that it was
usually best to avoid the clit at first, working your way up to it, but now
I told her that I was already pretty far advanced from my earlier bout with
Matt, and that she should just go for it.  She took my clit in her mouth
and began sucking.  She was a either a natural or she knew more about
getting woman off than she had let on.

   "Rachel, do you really need instruction in masturbation or do you
already know how and this was just a ploy to lick my pussy?"

   "Sorry," she said looking up from my crotch and smiling, her lips and
chin glistening.  "I got carried away.  I really do want to learn."

   "Okay, why don't we both masturbate together, as planned?  And then we
can advance to giving head.  Does that sound good to you?"

   "Oh, yes."

   "All right.  I'll do the things I like to myself.  You watch and try
them out on yourself."

   "Okay, Mom."

   I reached down and gently parted my labia with a finger.  I was already
wet.  I watched as Rachel did the same.  Then I closed my eyes and went
into the routine that normally worked best for me.  I rubbed and gently
tugged at my pussy lips, and then started making circular motions on my
clit.  Every now and then I'd alternate rubbing side by side or up and down
to give it some variety.  As I felt my orgasm build, I went faster and
faster until I couldn't go any more.  That's when I exploded in an orgasm
that had been working its way up since my shower with Matt earlier that
evening.

   When I opened my eyes I saw that Rachel was still working furiously at
herself.  She had buried her mouth in my thigh to keep from screaming, and
then she started to convulse as her first-ever orgasm rocked her.

   I scooped her up into my arms and started kissing her deeply.  We held
each other until I noticed she was drifting off to sleep, so I sent her off
to her own bed.

   James returned the next day--this was a short trip--and I decided to
tell him.  It was the incident with Rachel that provided the opening.  I
told him that Rachel had some questions about sex, her body, and
masturbation, and that instead of simply giving her "the talk," I had
demonstrated for her.  I asked James if he thought that was okay, or if I
had gone too far.  James thought that it was probably okay and made a crack
about wishing he'd been there to watch.  I then asked whether we should do
the same for Matt, and whether he might be able to demystify the penis for
Rachel.  He was cautious, unsure, but that might also be okay if we did it
right, but he was concerned whether the kids, especially Matt, were
emotionally mature enough to handle it right.

   Then I dropped the bomb and told him what Matt and I had been doing.  He
said he wasn't sure, and would have to think about it.  I hate James for
that.  When he gets upset he just shuts down and I can't read his emotions.
We let the conversation drop.  And I was in torment wondering what was
going on in his head.

   A few hours later James sat down with me and said he had talked with
Matt.  He said he was pissed off that I hadn't been honest, but that he'd
get over that, and that he had been concerned that Matt would be taking our
playtime the wrong way, but that the talk convinced him that Matt wasn't
scarred from it and that, with the proper rules around what we did, it
could be a healthy introduction to sex for the kids.

   So we all sat down as a family and talked it out.  We told them about
our open marriage; Matt's eyes opened wide.  He had no idea that his
parents were kinky.  The corners of Rachel's mouth curved up in slight
smile when we told them; I suspect that she had already figured out our
alternative lifestyle.  And we said they were old enough to enter into the
swinging lifestyle.  (More shock and delight from Matt at this news.) The
same rules that applied to swinging applied to our playtime.  They could
say "no" at any time and we would still love them and we wouldn't be
offended.  They were free to say no to a specific act, or to opt out of our
playtimes altogether.  That was fine with us.  In fact, they shouldn't do
anything they weren't comfortable with.  Sex between us would be purely
recreational and educational, and it wouldn't change our love for them as
their parents.

   We told them that they could play with each other, if both wanted to,
but that neither should ever pressure the other and to always take "no" for
an answer.  Matt and Rachel exchanged glances and raised eyebrows at this;
I don't think the possibility that they might have sex with each other had
even entered their minds.  We were a bit worried about Matt pressuring
Rachel into doing things she didn't want to; but we needed have been.  As
we discovered, Rachel was fierce about not letting anything happen that she
didn't want to.  Matt, on the other hand, might act impulsively and be
horny as all hell, but he was easily daunted by his sister.  Besides, he is
a basically sweet boy and wouldn't intentionally push it too far.

   We also said that they should date others of the same age.  Family
playtime was a supplement to dating, not a replacement.  Hopefully, they
could be more responsible in choosing when and with whom to have sex.  With
all that said, we set our first Giamatti family playtime for that evening.



   RACHEL'S STORY

   I've never been a daddy's girl.  I lot of my friends are, but I'm not.
Don't get me wrong; I love my dad, but he's always been there for me, so I
guess that I've never felt a need to seek his approval.  Mom, on the other
hand, has always been more emotionally distant.  She loves me; I know that,
but I don't think Mom ever figured out how to deal with me.  So it's always
her approval I've tried to get.  It's probably because we're so alike.  She
says that we're so different, and physically that's true; I don't look like
anyone in my family; strangers sometimes think I was adopted.  But
psychologically Mom and I are like two peas in a pod.  We're both super
organized, and we're always thinking ahead, seeing every angle, planning
every contingency.  Which is why this family-sex thing is so weird.  It
should never have happened because we both had to be impulsive for all this
to happen, which is something neither of us ever are.  She impulsively
started playing with Matt when he broke his leg, and I impulsively went
into her bedroom that night.

   Mom says that she thinks I had it all planned out that night, but I
didn't.  I used to be so confused about sex.  I knew I wanted to have sex.
I burned I wanted it so badly.  But none of the guys in school interested
me.  I mean some of them were cute, well a lot of them were cute, but they
just didn't do it for me.  Some of my girlfriends on the other hand... 
Let's just say I was very confused back then.

   When I said I was confused, it's not that I didn't know about sex.  Mom
and Dad have always been open about sex with us and made sure we had all
the "age appropriate" information.  But information isn't the same thing as
experience, and I had no idea what I was doing.  It was so frustrating. 
Matt just happily blundered into everything.  He was kissing girls in the
sixth grade.  But I don't work like that.  I need to know what I'm doing or
I just freeze up.  And when it came to sex I froze on the outside, while I
burned inside.

   That's why I went into Mom's bedroom that night.  I knew that I needed
to learn about sex, and when I discovered that Mom was playing around with
Matt, I knew I needed the same thing.  I didn't think about the
consequences, which could have been really bad.

   The next afternoon I figured out Mom had told Dad.  Matt was totally
freaked out about something, and I figured that Dad had found out.  But I
was really surprised when Mom and Dad called a family meeting and told us
about their plan.  They admitted they were swingers, which was a surprise
to Matt--sometimes Matt can be so dense--but I'd figured that out a long
time before.  Mom had a lot of rules for us; that's so like her.  But I was
really psyched.  I'd really gotten off (literally) on the other night with
her, and I wanted to learn more.  Mom was so sexy, but I wanted to know
about guys.  Maybe if I knew more and weren't so scared, I'd be more
attracted to them.  Of course, that wasn't why I wasn't really attracted to
them, but I didn't know that then.

   So at eight o'clock Matt and I showed up at Mom and Dad's bedroom door,
showered and ready for we didn't quite know what.  I just remember being in
a daze that afternoon between the meeting and playtime.  It was like being
a little kid again on Christmas Eve, the tortured anticipation of cool
stuff to come.  I stood by the door to my bedroom for about fifteen minutes
before we were supposed to go into our parents' room.  I think Matt had
been waiting just as long because we came out of our bedrooms at the same
time.  We'd both been watching the clock.

   Matt was naked.  I wore a bathrobe.  I hadn't seen Matt naked in a long
time.  He had a nice bod.  And he also had a hard-on, the first one I'd
ever seen.  I couldn't help staring at it.  It seemed so big.  I now know
that Matt is average sized, but that evening it looked intimidating to me.

   Mom and Dad's bedroom door was open and we went in.  Mom was lying on
the bed.  She was in a bathrobe too.  Dad was standing next to the bed.  He
was naked, like Matt, with a semi-erect cock that looked absolutely huge to
me.  My eyes just fixed on it and didn't move.  How was that supposed to
fit in a pussy?

   Mom immediately started choreographing us.  She called Matt over and
told him to lie on the bed with her.  She told me to kneel down in front of
Dad so that I could see his cock close up.  She announced that we would
explore each others' bodies for a while, and then Matt and I could watch
the two of them fuck.

   Dad was a little less businesslike.  He smiled and motioned me over to
him.  He told me not to worry, that I was in control and nothing would
happen that I didn't want.  He then asked me if I wanted to get a closer
look at his cock.  He didn't need to ask twice; I dropped to my knees.

   It was funny looking and I didn't know how guys managed to walk with
things like that between their legs--but I guess guys probably think the
same thing about breasts.  It hung down at a forty-five degree angle and
was a lot thicker than Matt's, but it didn't look much longer; I didn't yet
realize that it would get longer when fully erect.  Dad had less pubic hair
than Matt, and I thought that seemed a bit weird until I realized that he'd
trimmed his.  Dad was circumcised, and the purple head really stood out.

   Dad said that I could touch it, and I reached out and took it in one
hand.  It jumped, like it had a mind of its own.  I felt it harden in my
hand; it was really cool to see it respond to my touch.  I lifted it up to
see the underside, and I could see his balls hanging there.  They looked
even stranger.  I'd seen pictures of dicks and balls before, of course, but
seeing one in real life is very different.  Dad told me to stroke it, if I
wanted, and I obliged.  It grew even bigger and firmer.

   Now that I had explored it, it was no longer so intimidating.  It was
still weird looking and I didn't especially find it so attractive--some of
my girlfriends raved about how sexy cocks were, as if they had ever really
seen one.  Dad's cock was kind of neat, but not especially attractive in my
opinion.  It also seemed a bit smaller now.  Of course, it was actually
bigger now that I had been fondling it, but as it became familiar it didn't
seem so big.  I realized that I could get most it in my mouth without a
problem, and might be able to get all of it, although that might make me
gag.

   "Daddy, can I lick it?"

   "Yes, please."

   I leaned in and took a lick from the underside up over the glans.  Dad
smelled nice, like Dad, and he tasted kind of good too.  I stuck the head
in my mouth and ran my tongue around it.

   "Don't take too in too much at once," Dad said.  "You don't want to gag.
You don't need to take the whole thing in your mouth.  Take only what your
comfortable with.  It still feels good.  And you can lick it from the
outside too."

   I plunged down and took most of Dad's cock in my mouth.  I really could
get most of it in without gagging.  (I've since learned to deep throat the
whole thing, but that took some practice.) I bobbed my mouth up and down
for a while on Dad's cock.  It was fun.

   I let it slip out of my mouth and looked up at Dad.  He was smiling down
at me.  That was really a nice feeling to give him pleasure.  I glanced
over at Mom and Matt.  Mom was watching us, also smiling.  Matt was sucking
on one of her breasts.

   "Rachel, bring your father over here and I'll show you how to really
give him head," she said.  So Dad and I went over to the bed.  Dad lay
down, and I lay down between his legs.  Mom positioned Matt next to him so
she was in the same position.

   "Different men like different things," Mom told me.  "But the underside
and glans are sensitive on all of them.  If you want to keep them aroused,
but not coming, concentrate on the upper side of the shaft.  She
demonstrated with Matt, and I followed suit.  She also said that having the
balls played with felt good, but you had to be careful not to squeeze them.
You could be rougher on the penis, and that the skin between the balls and
the asshole was really sensitive, and that just touching there on most guys
at the right moment could almost guarantee that they would come.  I lifted
up Dad's cock, cupped his balls with my other hand, and sucked one of them
into my mouth.  It was muskier down underneath.  I didn't really like it,
but it was tolerable.

   "Now there is a secret that a lot of women don't know," said Mom.  "Some
men, including your father and your brother, as I've discovered, like you
to use your teeth.  Now, don't bite.  You don't want to hurt them or cause
any damage, but rub the side of your teeth against the underside.  You can
also very gently apply pressure or nip with the edges.  The combination of
pain and pleasure really sends them over the edge.  Again, she demonstrated
with Matt and I did the same with Dad.

   We both then settled in and gave our men blowjobs for a steady five
minutes.  Then Mom tapped my arm and I watched as she popped Matt's cock
out of her mouth, gave it one or two strokes and he came.  White semen just
erupted out of it, and Mom lapped most of it up.

   "It's an acquired taste, so you may not like it," Mom said.  "Would you
like to try it?" She indicated a glop of semen on Matt's leg.

   I scooped it up with my finger and smelled it.  It was musky and smelled
kind of good.  I stuck my finger in my mouth, and ugh!  It tasted salty and
that was okay, but the consistency was really gross.  It was like eating
raw egg.  But I figured I could get used to it.

   Mom saw my face and said, "That's okay.  You may grow to like it or not.
It's good if you can at least tolerate it, because if you can keep sucking
as he comes, his orgasm is a lot better than if you stop right when he
starts to come."

   I started to go back to Dad's cock, but he stopped me.

   "I want to see my little girl's body."

   We switched places, and Dad leaned over me and gave me a kiss.  It's
weird, but the first people I kissed, I'm not talking friendly kisses here,
were my Mom and my Dad.  I'd kissed Mom the other night, and here I was
kissing Dad, my first guy.  It was nice.

   Then Dad moved down and cupped my breasts.  He commented on how big
they'd gotten, and then started sucking.  Omigod!  It felt so good.  That's
when I discovered that my nipples were really sensitive.  When his tongue
touched them, it was amazing.

   He sucked and fondled my breasts for a few minutes, then started a trail
of kisses down my torso.  He spread my legs and put his hands to either
side of my pussy lips.  Then he started massaging them back and forth,
pushing them together and then pulling them apart.  It felt really good. 
He ran a finger along the inside of my lips; that made me shiver.  Then he
started kissing my inner thighs, and then planted one on my clit.  Then he
put his tongue between my lips and started licking around the outer folds
of my vagina.  When he was licking near the top, my clit got indirect
stimulation, and that felt really good.  When he wasn't, I still felt good,
but the anticipation of his returning to the area around my clit was
unbearable.

   Then he used his fingers to part my lips again and force the bud of my
clit to pop out.  He started licking it directly and I was in ecstasy.  I
just leaned back and closed my eyes.

   Then I felt two tongues on my breasts.  Mom and Matt were sucking away
as Dad attended to me down below.  It was heaven.

   I don't know how long they pleasured me, but it must have been a while.
I could feel the orgasm slowly build.  It just didn't come fast enough, but
eventually the waves overtopped the levy and I started convulsing and
thrashing about.  I have really violent orgasms.  It takes me a while to
get there, but when I do, I really come.

   Suddenly my clit and nipples were too sensitive.  I couldn't stand being
touched there.  So I shook off my three pleasure-givers and just curled up
in a ball and sobbed and shook and laughed.  When I opened my eyes, Mom was
holding me and smiling.  She leaned in and kissed me, deeply and
passionately.  I returned the kiss.

   "Wow, Sis.  That was quite a show," said Matt.

   "Okay, would you two kids like to see your father fuck me?" asked Mom.

   Mom took Dad's cock in her mouth and got him fully hard again.  When he
was ready she had me lie down underneath her in a sixty-nine so I could get
a good view, Matt was lying to one side, and Dad entered her from behind.

   I just looked up and watched Dad thrust his cock in and out of Mom's
pussy.  Then I raised my head and licked her clit.  I went back and forth
between her clit and licking Dad's shaft as he went in and out.  Mom made
some attempts at licking my pussy, but with Dad's thrusting she really
couldn't do it consistently.  Matt must have noticed, because he reached
out and started rubbing my pussy with his hand.  I reached over and started
stroking his Matt's cock, which was hard again, as I continued my licking.

   After a bit Mom and Dad switched to missionary.  Matt and I sat next to
each other at the head of the bed, our hands buried in each other's
crotches as Mom and Dad kept going at it.

   Matt leaned over and kissed me, and soon the two of us were lying next
to our parents, completely lost in necking and fondling one another.  After
a few minutes, Matt exploded in my hand, and I came again a few moments
later.  The second wasn't nearly as intense as the first time, but it was
very nice.  Mom and Dad had finished up too.  Dad was still inside her, and
they lay there kissing.  That was a nice feeling, Matt and I holding each
other and the two of us watching our parents kissing.



   MATT'S STORY

   That first night with the family was fantastic, but it wasn't the last.
We kept playing around.  It's not like it became a routine, because it was
always different.  Sometimes it would be all of us.  Sometimes just Mom and
me.  Rachel played around with both Mom and Dad.  And of course Rachel and
I fooled around all the time, until she told me to knock it the fuck off.
Then we fooled around less often.

   RACHEL'S STORY

   Now don't get me wrong, I enjoyed playing around with Matt.  He's a lot
of fun, and he was getting pretty good at pleasuring me.  But he got it
into his head that I was a substitute for him jerking off.  And he jerked
off all the time.  At least twice a day.  That's way too fucking much.  So
I told him to go whack off by himself, that I wasn't his personal cum
disposal.  We still played around, but only about twice a week after that.
Which was much better.

   MATT'S STORY

   Once even when we were all together and Mom and Rachel were going at it
in a sixty-nine and Dad and I were just watching, Dad reached over and
started stroking me.  Then he took my hand and put it on his cock, so I
started stroking him too.  There we were, jerking each other off, while Mom
and Rachel ate each other out.  Then Dad started going down on me.  He was
pretty good at it too.  I wondered whether I should do the same, whether
I'd be gay or something, then I thought, "fuck it," and the two of us
rolled over into a sixty-nine too.  Mom and Rachel stopped and just watched
us.  Mom said it really turned her on to see that.  I popped my load, and
Dad swallowed all of it.  When it came time for him to cum, I gagged a
little.  I couldn't swallow it.  But I've since learned too.  I asked Dad
if that was kind of gay, and he said who the fuck cared.  He said that
really preferred women, but sometimes he got it on with other guys at
swinger parties, but usually not since most swinger couples didn't go in
for guy-on-guy shit.

   Another time, when it was just me and Mom fooling around, she asked if I
wanted a rimjob.  She flipped me over, and started sticking her tongue in
my asshole and licking all around it.  Christ!  That felt really good.  I
nearly came right there.  Later on, I gave a rimjob to Rachel.  She said it
felt kind of good, but wasn't all that special for her.  But she said she
would give me rimjobs when I wanted, so long as I was clean.  So that
became a standard part of our repertoire.  She would lick out my ass, and
I'd do the same for her--she didn't really get off on it, but I really
liked doing it, so she let me.  That's something Mom and Dad taught us, to
do stuff for our partners that we really weren't into, so long as they got
pleasure from it.

   Then one day, after we'd been playing around for about seven months and
just before Rachel and my nineteenth birthday, all four of us were fooling
around and Mom just flat out asked Rachel if she wanted Dad to fuck her. 
Up to that point, it had just been hands and tongues.  Rachel looked a
little scared, but she nodded yes.

   Mom sat up against the headboard and had Rachel lie with her head in her
lap.  Dad positioned himself in the missionary position and started rubbing
the head of his dick against Rachel's pussy.  Dad and I played around like
that a lot with Rachel, rubbing our dicks against her pussy, but we never
entered her.  Rachel really liked the feel of a dick against her clit, and
we enjoyed it too.  But this time Dad started slowly pushing the head of
his dick into Rachel's pussy.  He got part way in, but then he couldn't get
any further in.  Rachel was grimacing and then she gave a little yelp and
Dad slid in.  He started stroking in and out, while Mom rubbed her
forehead. Rachel didn't seem to be enjoying it all that much at first, but
then she started to get into it.  She closed her eyes and started thrusting
back to match Dad.  Mom reached down and started rubbing her clit, and
pretty soon Rachel was coming.  Dad came soon after.  When they finished,
there was a little blood on the sheet, but not all that much.

   RACHEL'S STORY

   Dad took my virginity.  Out of the blue, Mom asked I wanted him to.  I'd
been wanting to do it for a while.  I was curious and a little scared, so
I'm glad it was Dad; he was very tender.  Mom had me lay on her lap, and
Dad entered me.  He used lots of lube, but he just couldn't get past my
hymen.  Then he broke it, and that hurt some.  At first I didn't like it.
It was uncomfortable and I was sore, but soon it started to feel different.
I started getting into the feeling of being filled like that.  it was
really nice.  Then I looked up into the faces of both my parents, they had
a mix of joy and concern on their faces.  Mom started rubbing my clit, and
then it really started to feel good.  It wasn't the biggest orgasm I'd ever
had, but it was nice.  I didn't notice when Dad came, but soon I was being
cuddled in his arms, and Mom said it was Matt's turn.

   MATT'S STORY

   Mom said she knew that I wanted to fuck her.  And that was true.  She
grabbed the bottle of lube and oiled me up, making sure I was hard, which I
was, and then put some on her pussy.  Then she mounted me.  It felt really
nice, very different from a hand or a mouth, warm and slippery.  She rocked
back and forth on top of me.  Sometimes she sat up, giving me a great view
of her breasts, which are really nice breasts.  Other times she leaned in
over me and we would kiss.

   After a little while, she pulled off of me and lay down, telling me to
get on top of her.  I did the same thing that Dad had done with Rachel,
rubbing my dick against her pussy until I was sure I was positioned right,
and then I just slid in.  I went back and forth a few times, and I came
pretty quickly.

   That was my first fuck.  I thought it was fantastic at the time, but
since I've realized that it was pretty pathetic.  After that, fucking was a
regular part of our play, and I got a lot better at it.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   I'd admitted to the woman next door that I lusted after my own children,
a woman I barely knew, although I'd slept with both her and her husband,
and she was not only okay with it, but she admitted that their family also
all fucked each other.

   "You seem at a loss," said Lisa.

   "Wouldn't you be?"

   "Do you think you'd like to take the next step with your Emily and
Chris, or would you rather just keep your feelings for them to yourself?"

   "I don't know.  This is all so new to me.  I haven't had sex with anyone
but my husband for twenty years, now I've slept with my neighbor and her
husband, and I'm contemplating incest."

   "I think we can help you get more accustomed to the idea." Then calling
out the window, Lisa said, Rachel, would you come in here please."

   Rachel walked into the kitchen from where she had been sunning by the
pool.  She was wearing a bikini.  I looked at her as if for the first time.
She was gorgeous.  Dark haired and dark complexioned, not at all like her
blonde and fair parents and brother.  And while the rest of her family was
slim and lithe, she was curvy.  Her breasts were round and large, and
jutted out proudly with the firmness of youth.

   "Mrs.  Johannson has just told me that she has lustful thoughts for her
kids."

   "Cool!" said the young woman.  "This is going to be so much fun.  Will
we all be able to play together?"

   "Maybe.  We're still trying to work that out.  But you'd like to play
with Jennifer here, wouldn't you?"

   "Mom, you know I would." Then turning to me, "I've been lusting after
you ever since we moved next door."

   Rachel put her hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes, and smiled
invitingly.  I shuddered, unable to say anything.

   "Why don't you take Jennifer up to the playroom.  I'll join in you in a
few minutes," said Lisa.

   Rachel took me by the hand and led me up the stairs.  Going up, her
round ass was at my eye level.  Halfway up the stairs, she turned her head
and looked back at me, smiling.  I had never been so turned on by a woman's
body before.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  4: Mothers and daughters get it on

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   Rachel led me straight into the playroom, turned around, and planted her
mouth firmly against mine, her tongue diving deep into my mouth.  We
passionately exchanged kisses for a few minutes.

   When we finally broke the kiss Rachel said, "You don't know how badly
I've wanted this."

   "Really?  I don't want to do anything that you don't want." I was still
nervous about her age, although in some ways she was more sexually
experienced than me.

   "Don't worry about that," said the teenager.  "I want this.  I want
you."

   We went back to kissing as she unbuttoned my blouse.  I reached around
and untied her bikini strap.  Her round breasts swung free and I saw her
big, brown nipples for the first time.  But I had barely time to notice
before Rachel started buttoned my jeans, and we quickly stripped off the
rest of our clothes and tumbled into the play pit, kissing all the time.

   Rachel started suckling on one of my breasts, holding it with one hand
while her other hand roamed freely across my body.  I pushed her away and
put my tongue to one of her nipples, feeling the teen firmness of her
breasts.  I felt one of her hands part my thighs, her palm pressing down on
my mons while a finger ran back and forth along my labia.  We rolled
around, all hands and tongues and lips.

   We settled into a protracted session of deep kissing, our hands buried
in each other's crotches.  I could feel Rachel's finger part my labia and
plunge into my pussy.  She broke the kiss and brought her finger to her
mouth, licking off the juice.  She looked into my eyes and giggled.  We
resumed our kissing and her hand returned to its place between my legs.

   Eventually we maneuvered ourselves into a sixty-nine, and I got my first
good look at Rachel's pussy.  Her inner lips and clit were engorged and
protruding.  She had a nice thatch of brown hair above, but none yet along
the sides of the lips.  I dove in and tasted her.  She tasted clean with
just a hint of musk.  Delicious.  She did the same for me, and was quite
skilled.  Lisa had taught her well.

   After a few minutes Rachel's licking became irregular, and she started
to emit some moans.  And soon she was convulsing in her first orgasm of the
morning.  I tentatively continued to lick, but Rachel didn't seem overly
sensitive, so I went back to eating away with abandon.  Rachel, ever the
attentive lover, returned to her duties as soon as she was able.

   Then some movement caught my eye.  Thinking it was Lisa coming to join
us, I looked up.  It was Lisa, but my Emily was with her.  They were both
standing there, watching us.  Lisa held my daughter tightly, one hand on
her breasts, the other down the front of her jeans.

   EMILY'S STORY

   I was just hanging out that morning when the phone rang.  It was Mrs. 
Giamatti from next door.  She said that she needed my help with something
for a few minutes and if Chris and I would mind coming over.  I told her
that Chris was out.  She said that was too bad, but she thought that she
and I could handle it, so I walked out the back, through the gate that
separated our two pools.  The sliding door to their kitchen was open, so I
went in.  Mrs.  Giamatti was there.

   "Thanks for coming over, Emily.  I just can't manage this myself, but
the two of us should be able to do it." She didn't say what she wanted me
to do.

   She took me by the hand and started leading me upstairs.  Halfway up,
she turned to me and quietly said, "I saw you giving a blow job to your
brother out by the pool the other day."

   I froze, and my stomach did a flip-flop.  I started feeling sick.

   "And your mother saw you and Chris fucking last night."

   I started trembling, and my stomach did more flip-flops.  I'd never been
in such big trouble.  If I'd been thinking straight, I'd have realized this
was an odd place to tell me this, and why was it her?  Why wasn't this Mom
talking to me?  But I was too scared to think straight.

   "You need to be more discreet.  The entire neighborhood can see you when
you are out by your pool.  You're lucky that no one else saw you."

   "But, my Mom..." was all I could manage to get out of my mouth.

   "Your mother was very disconcerted and confused by what she saw.  What
confused her most was that she was turned on by seeing her two children
fuck each other."

   I was now really confused.  I still wasn't processing all she was
telling me.

   "I've got something to show you now." And she led me the rest of the way
up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.

   It was a huge bedroom, except that it didn't really have a bed.  There
was big pit with cushions all around and mattresses on the bottom, and two
women were naked in a sixty-nine in the middle of it.  I didn't recognize
them at first, but then I realized it was Mom and Rachel Giamatti.  My mom
was eating out the neighbor's daughter, and Mrs.  Giamatti and I were
watching.

   I froze again.  I couldn't take my eyes off my mom and Rachel.  Mrs. 
Giamatti put her arms around me and held me.

   "Are you enjoying the show?" she said into my ear.

   I nodded.

   One of her hands cupped one of my breasts, and the other slipped down
the front of my jeans.  I didn't know what to do.  I just leaned back into
her.

   "Do you think your mother is sexy?  I do."

   I nodded again.  I'd always thought Mom was sexy, for as long as I'd
been old enough to understand what being sexy was.

   "Would you like your mother to do to you what she is doing to my
Rachel?"

   I found myself nodding and quietly saying, "Yes." I'd never considered
sex with Mom before, not even as a wild fantasy, but once Mrs.  Giamatti,
or I guess I should call her Lisa since she had her hand down my pants and
formality seemed kind of silly at this point, but once she suggested it, I
knew I wanted to.  I'd sneaked some looks at Mom naked before, and there
had been the other night I looked in at her when she was masturbating, but
that was curiosity.  I'd never actually thought of having sex with her, or
any girl for that matter, before.

   "Would you like to eat out your mother's pussy?  Would you like to rub
your tongue up and down over her clit until she screams in pleasure."

   Again I nodded.  Lisa's rubbing was beginning to get me really hot.  I
found my hands reaching back and caressing her thighs.  Lisa began kissing
the back of my neck, while I kept staring at Mom and Rachel.

   Pretty soon Rachel started moaning and coming.  Then Mom looked up and
saw Lisa and me watching her.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   Rachel had stopped licking and was looking at Emily and her own mother
too, but after a moment Rachel went back to servicing my pussy, as if it
were perfectly natural for a daughter to be watching her mother having sex
with another woman.  So I returned to licking her as well.  I kept stealing
glances toward Emily and Lisa.  They had moved closer and were sitting on
the edge of the pit, Emily in Lisa's lap.  Each time I looked, Lisa had
removed a bit more of Emily's clothing.  Lisa was kissing the back of
Emily's neck and when she wasn't busy stripping my daughter of her
remaining clothes, her hands were deep in Emily's crotch.  For her part,
Emily just kept watching Rachel and me.

   The idea of my little girl watching me sixty-nine with the neighbor's
nineteen-year-old girl was just too much.  I could feel the orgasm start to
build and it was going to be a big one.  Rachel had her lips around my clit
and was sucking for all she was worth when I exploded.  I tried to roll off
her, but Rachel held me firm and wouldn't let me move.  She kept sucking
and licking away, extending my orgasm into multiple contractions, more than
I'd ever had before.  I think I may have even lost consciousness, if not
technically, at least my mind drifted away into a zone of nothing but
pleasure.

   I came out of it to find myself lying on my back.  Rachel had turned
around and was lying on my stomach, gently sucking one of my nipples.  I
reached down and pulled her face, glistening with my juices, to mine, and
we kissed.

   "Wow, that was better than I fantasized," murmured Rachel.

   I kissed her again, and then looked over at my daughter.  Lisa had
turned her around so that she could suck on Emily's pert little breasts. 
They really weren't all that small, but among the four women in the room,
Emily's were by far the smallest.  Emily was still looking at me, eyes wide
open, a look of delight on her face.

   I beckoned her over to me, and Emily disengaged herself from Lisa,
crawled over, and lay beside me.  She put her arms around me and gave me a
hug.  I put my hand on her chin and leaned in to kiss my daughter. 
Tentative at first, but fiercely growing in insistence, and soon the two of
us were necking as passionately as Rachel and I had been before.

   Emily was a good kisser, but it was obvious she didn't really know what
to do with her hands.  She must have been nervous.  I took one of her hands
and guided it to one of my breasts.  She explored, gently squeezing it,
running her fingers around my nipple.  Her other hand made its way to my
other breast on its own.

   "Can I put my mouth on it?" she said in a husky whisper, which seemed to
be all she could manage.

   "Of course."

   She bowed her head to my left breast and took a quick lick of my nipple,
and soon she was sucking away at both breasts.  After a while we switched,
and I took her breasts into my mouth.  They were lovely and firm.  I could
feel my daughter's nipples grow and harden under my tongue.  Emily just put
her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed.

   After a bit I started a trail of kisses down her torso.  I took a good,
close-up look at my daughter's pussy for the first time since she had been
a little girl.  Like Rachel's, she had no hair down the sides of her labia,
but she did have some up top, but not all that thick yet.  Her inner lips
pouted out, and my daughter had an exceptionally large clit, which I
promptly took into my mouth and started sucking.  Emily just moaned and
grabbed my head with her hands, pressing my face into her crotch.  I
inserted a finger, then two, and soon Emily was writhing around on my
fingers and tongue, coming hard.

   After she finished convulsing, I worked my way back up, and we started
kissing again.

   "Would you like to try that with me?" I asked.

   Emily nodded eagerly.

   "Have you ever licked a pussy before?"

   She shook her head no.

   "Well go ahead.  Just do what you like Chris to do to you.  If I want
something different, I'll tell you."

   Emily slid down until her face was even with my crotch, and then she
dove in.  She started by licking up and down my slit, forcing her tongue
between my lips.  Then she started circling my clit with her tongue, before
scooping it up between her lips and sucking.

   "You can use your fingers too," I said.  And a moment later I felt her
index finger penetrate me and work its way in out.

   I turned my head to see what Lisa and Rachel were up to and got an
eyeful.  Lisa was on all fours and her daughter was fucking her
doggie-style with a strap-on, which must have been the largest dildo I'd
ever seen.  It was at least ten inches long and really thick.

   Between the view and my daughter's tongue, it wasn't long before I
started coming again.  My orgasm wasn't as intense this time, but it was
even better.  I think my contractions lasted for a good five minutes. 
Every time I thought I was done, Emily's licking brought another one.  When
I was finally done, I cuddled with my daughter, and Lisa did the same with
hers.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  5: Mom comes clean to her son

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   I'd just had sex with my daughter, and I knew the next step was my son.
I'd seen him peeking at me in the shower a few times, and there was that
other night when I'd seen him watching me masturbate.  I had figured that
it was just curiosity, but now I thought it was probably something more.  I
knew I couldn't keep what I'd just done with Emily a secret from Chris, so
I'd have to talk to him.

   I swore Emily to secrecy, at least for a few days.  She could keep it a
secret for that long.  She was so excited at the prospect, though, that I
wasn't sure she could be quiet for much longer than that.  Chris was going
to Nicole's for dinner the next night, but I told him to be home early,
that I thought we needed to spend some time just hanging out as a family.
He just said, "okay," as he walked out the door.  I sent Emily off to spend
the night with a friend of hers.  I didn't want her around in case this
didn't work.  And then I spent the next several hours afraid and sexually
frustrated.  You never would have guessed that I'd been laid, wonderfully
so, twice in less than forty-eight hours.  I should have been blissfully
satisfied, but the prospect of sex with my handsome son had me on edge all
evening.  The thought that this was very wrong didn't stop me.  If
anything, it made me more excited.

   CHRIS'S STORY

   Mom insisted that I be home early that night, something about spending
time as a family.  I was back by about seven thirty.  Mom must have heard
me come in and called to me from her bedroom, asking me to come in there
with her.  She was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing a dress, which
was unusual.  She's the jeans type of mom.  I didn't make anything of it at
the time, but she was wearing makeup and perfume too.  She patted the bed
next to her and asked me to sit next to her.

   "Chris, I wanted to talk to you about Nicole.  You are having sex with
her, aren't you?"

   I started to say something, what I'm not sure, but nothing came out.

   "I'm not mad," she continued."You're nineteen and certainly old enough.
I just want to know."

   "Yeah," I answered, not really knowing what to expect.

   "You are being safe?  She's using birth control?"

   "Yes," Oh, God, this was the talk.  I'd been through this with Dad four
years ago.  It was awkward then.  This was going to be worse, because it
was my Mom.

   "Good.  You know you can always talk to me about these things."

   "I know that." Of course I couldn't talk to her about those things.  No
guy could.  But I knew what she wanted to hear.

   "I thought you were, but some other things got me wondering.  I know
you've sometimes watched me when I showered and that you were watching me
the other night when I was playing with myself."

   Oh my God!  I was busted.  My stomach twisted up in knots, my skin grew
clammy, and I started to sweat.

   "At first I thought that you were just curious about the female body and
that maybe you and Nicole weren't sleeping with each other.  Because why
else would you want to look at your mother's naked body."

   She paused, as if she expected me to say something.  I didn't know what.
So she continued.

   "And then last night I saw you and Emily having sex."

   My mind went blank with terror.  I just froze.  This was worse than
being busted.

   "You're having sex with Nicole.  You're having sex with Emily.  And
still you're sneaking peeks at your naked mother.  I'm wondering if you
don't want something more."

   She paused again, but my brain was locked.  She wasn't mad.  She should
be yelling or crying.  I couldn't figure out where this was going.

   "I'm wondering if you don't also want to have sex with me." She put her
hand on my thigh as she said this.

   This was unbelievable.  I didn't hear what I thought I just heard.

   "Would you like to have sex with me?" she continued.  "It's okay if you
do.  And I won't be upset if you don't.  Maybe a little disappointed,
because I'd really like to have sex with you, but I understand if that's
just not what you want."

   I still just sat there.

   "Well, would you?"

   I found myself slowly nodding yes.  It didn't think about doing it, my
brain was still frozen.  I just knew I wanted to have sex with her.

   Mom reached out and took my head in her hands, drawing me into her.  She
started to kiss me, with tongue.  I responded, and we fell back onto bed
necking hungrily.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   My God, was Chris a good kisser.  He was doing something right with
Nicole and Emily.

   CHRIS'S STORY

   The kissing itself wasn't much different than it was with Nicole or
Emily, but the combination of the kissing and the smell of Mom's perfume
sent all sorts of conflicting signals through my brain.  She smelled like
Mom, but I was so horny.  I think something must have short circuited.  It
was wrong, but I wanted it so bad.

   Mom stopped for moment, stood up, and slipped off her dress.  She was
just wearing panties underneath.  I'd seen her breasts before, but never
like this.  I swallowed hard, and she lay down next to me, and we started
kissing again.  She grabbed my right hand and guided it to her left breast.
I had been too scared to do it before, but now I cupped and fondled it,
feeling her hard nipple, which was like Emily's.  By moving my hand, Mom
had broken the spell and I found I could move of my own free will.  I broke
our kiss and moved down to suck on her nipples.

   Mom's hand moved down to my crotch, and I felt her grasp my cock through
my jeans.  I suddenly realized that I was in pain down there.  My cock was
straining, trying to burst through the material.  I'd never been so hard
before.  Mom unsnapped my jeans, and unzipped my fly, and my cock just
popped out at attention.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   It was a beautiful cock.  This was the first really good look at gotten
at it in years.  Long and firm, with a glistening bead of pre-cum at the
tip.  Without hesitating, I slipped my mouth around it.  It tasted as good
as it looked, musky and salty.  I licked around the head and glans and then
engulfed it again.  He didn't last long, but that was okay.  He was only
nineteen.  He'd recover quickly.  I swallowed all his cum, a trick I'd
learned doing that to his father.  I'd forgotten how much I liked the taste
and feel of cum in my mouth.

   I stood up and slipped off my panties.  Chris just watched me and then
stared at my naked body.

   "Well, aren't you going to get undressed too?  We've got a lot to do and
it's not going to get done as long as you're dressed?"

   Chris jumped off, and this time I lay on the bed and watched him
undress, which I've found is always a treat.  He's so slim and hard, real
eye candy.  Then he lay next to me.  For a few minutes, we didn't do
anything except stare into each other's eyes, like young lovers, which I
guess half of us were.

   "Well, my studly son, have you gone down on Nicole and Emily yet?"

   "Yes."

   "Would you like to do it to me?"

   "Oh, yes."

   "Well then, have at it." I lay back and spread my legs.

   CHRIS'S STORY

   I laid down between my Mom's legs.  Her pussy was right in front of my
face.  I really hadn't done this all that much, just once with Nicole and a
couple of times with Emily.  Mom's pussy was a lot hairier.  It was kind of
scary--not her pussy, that was very nice--but the prospect of going down on
her was intimidating.  Neither Nicole or Emily would have anything to judge
me against, but Mom had been with Dad at least, and probably a bunch of
guys before they got married.

   But there was nothing to do but stick my tongue out and dive in, so I
did.  First a few licks around her lips, then I found her clit.  Mom let
out a soft moan when I first hit it.  I guess I was a little too tentative,
because she said something about not being able to hurt her, so I started
to lick more firmly and aggressively.  She responded by grabbing my head
and pushing it harder against her pussy.  I guess she liked that.

   It wasn't too long before she started letting out short, little yelps,
just like Emily does when she starts to cum.  And a minute later Mom was
thrashing about the bed screaming.  She got really wet and coated my face.
Then she calmed down and pulled me up to her.  She kissed me and started
licking her juices off my face.  God, was that hot!

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   I don't know why I licked my juices off Chris's face.  It wasn't
anything I would have ever done before, but I guess that night with James
and Lisa had taught me a thing or two.  And my son turned out to be a
pretty good pussy-licker.  Although that night wasn't a fair test; I was on
a short fuse and came really quickly.  All that nervous waiting beforehand
really got me wound up.

   I reached down to feel whether Chris was ready for more, and he was rock
hard again.  Thank God for teenage libidos!  Since he was already lying on
top of me, I just maneuvered his cock to my entrance and Chris took it from
there.

   I shuddered a bit when he first thrust into me; it was a little too soon
after that last orgasm, and I was still sensitive down there, but that wore
off quickly.  His cock was the perfect size.  Big and wide enough to hit
all my sensitive spots at once, but not so big that it was uncomfortable.
The only problem is that Chris was still being a little to tentative and
tender.

   "Fuck me harder," I whispered into his ear.  "You're not going to hurt
me.  Fuck your mom hard.  Go to town, you motherfucker."

   And he did.  He picked up the pace and started slamming into me.  Since
I'd just cum a few minutes ago, the next orgasm came quickly too.  And then
two more in rapid succession after that.  They weren't as big as the
first--I didn't thrash around the bed this time--but they were still
intense.  I've been with a lot of different men since then, but no one does
it to me like my son.  Not only does he have a good-sized and very nice
cock, but he knows how to use it--and he's only gotten better with
experience--plus there is the intangible eroticism of him being my son.  No
other guy can hope to compete with that.

   Somewhere in all those orgasms of mine, Chris came.  I was preoccupied
and didn't notice, but I hope it was nice for him too.

   CHRIS'S STORY

   I was actually fucking my mom.  It was like a dream come true, except
I'd hardly dared to dream it.  And when she started talking dirty in my
ear, calling me a "motherfucker," I nearly lost it.  That was so hot! 
Amazingly, and I never told Mom this, but I actually came twice.  I was so
turned on that I never went soft.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   We collapsed in a sweaty pile, gently kissing and fondling each other.
After a few minutes I spoke.

   "I gather that you enjoyed that."

   "Fuck, yeah, Mom.  It was unbelievable."

   "Would you like to do it again?  I don't mean this minute, but is this
something you'd like to keep doing with me?

   CHRIS'S STORY

   I couldn't believe it.  Mom was offering to keep fucking.  This wasn't a
one-time thing.  Then something really amazing happened.  Mom just opened
up to me.  We started talking.  She told me all about the divorce, how she
had been really hurt by Dad's affair, and how she had been so sexually
frustrated, only she didn't really know it.  She'd never spoken to me about
her feelings like that, like I was an adult, not just her son, but a
friend. I'm probably turning into a girl just saying this, but that
conversation afterwards was even more satisfying than the sex.  That night
I learned what made sex so really great.  It wasn't the fucking, although
that was pretty fucking great in and of itself, it was the closeness and
sharing that the fucking enabled you to do.

   Then Mom really dropped the bomb.  She told me all about the Giamattis
next door, how they were swingers and also fucked their kids.  And then she
told me that the night before she and Emily and the two Giamatti women had
got it on over at the neighbors' house.  And best of all, I could fuck them
too.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   I don't know why I opened up to Chris like that.  I guess a lot had been
building up inside me.  It was so satisfying to just get it out.  And my
dear boy, who was probably freaked out about his strange mother babbling on
and on, was so sweet and engaging.  He's going to make some woman extremely
lucky.  You just don't find that combination of cock and consideration that
often.

   I told him about the neighbors and what I'd done with Emily the other
night.  He was surprised, but not freaked out.  So that was good.  I could
tell that he was eager to get it on with the Giamattis.  He is nineteen,
after all.  The prospect of hot and cold running sex was his idea of
heaven. (Come to think of it, it's my idea of heaven too.)

   I noticed that his cock started stirring again during this part of the
conversation, so I just said we would figure it all the details later on,
and I moved down and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth.  After I'd
gotten him fully hard, I straddled him and rode him to another climax.  He
didn't make me cum this last time--I'd already cum so many times
earlier--but it was still one of the most satisfying fucks I've had.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  6: The next generation has some fun

   CHRIS'S STORY

   The next few days were pretty wild.  Mom, Emily, and me had a lot of
sex, and by Friday we had to call it quits and catch a breath.  Mom
declared that Friday would be a no-family-sex day.  If we wanted to get to
get laid, we'd have to find someone from outside the family to do it with.
She said Emily and I needed to date others.  She was probably right.  She
also laid down a bunch of other rules, like no sex downstairs; we had to
keep it to the bedrooms.  There was too much risk of being discovered.  And
she borrowed a few rules from the Giamattis, like Emily and I had to sleep
in our own beds, and when Emily and I did it we had to keep the door open.
She said it was to protect us, but Emily said it was because Mom wanted to
watch.  I think both were probably true.  And most of all, we were not to
introduce any of our friends to the "lifestyle," unless we talked it over
with her first and she approved.  I had instantly thought about bringing
Nicole into our games, but Mom was probably right.  Maybe I could bring
Nicole in eventually, but it was something that I'd have to be very careful
about in case she flipped out and told someone.  We were allowed to have
all the sex we wanted with the Giamatti kids though.  So that was very
cool. Rachel is a hottie.

   So by Saturday afternoon Emily and I were rested and starting to get
horny again.  (Nicole was away for the weekend, so there had been no joy
there Friday night.) Emily and I were hanging by the pool, and I was
thinking about asking her if she wanted to go upstairs, when Rachel and
Matt came out to swim in their pool.  Our backyards are next to one another
and we both have full view of each other's pools, and there is a gate
between the fences that we use to go from house to house.  It's very
convenient.

   Since Rachel and Matt were pretty new to the neighborhood, we weren't
really friends yet.  We'd talked a little, that's about it.  But now, we
each knew more about each other's sex lives than next-door neighbors
usually do.  It was kind of awkward.  I figured we should go over and talk,
so I motioned to Emily and we walked over and through the gate.  I figured
that we'd get to know each other a little better and get it out in the open
what had been going on between our parents.  I figured maybe in a week or
so, we'd work up to some playing around.

   But I'd forgotten that Emily had already had sex with Rachel.  (Okay,
technically not "with" her, but right next to her.) Uninhibited as usual,
she walked right up to Rachel and gave her a deep tongue kiss.  Rachel
responded.

   "You know my big brother don't you?" said Emily.  "He thinks you're
really hot."

   Emily really knows how to break the ice.

   "He's pretty cute himself," said Rachel smiling at me.

   "You guys mind if we hang out," I asked.

   "Just hang out?" replied Matt.

   "Shhh!  When will you learn to be polite," said Rachel to her brother,
and turning to me, "I'm sorry.  He's just really immature for his age. 
Hanging out is cool."

   So the four of us sat by the edge of the pool, sometimes paddling around
in the water, and talked.  It was pretty typical teenage behavior, hanging
out with nothing to do on a Saturday afternoon.  The only weird thing was
that we talked about fucking our parents, brothers, and sisters.  We knew
the Giamattis were into the incest thing, but didn't know for how long.  We
found out they'd been doing it for a little more than a year.  I wondered
if it was weird, and Rachel said it was kind of weird, but it was cool. 
Matt said that we were insane and that it was great.  After a while we
started talking about other normal stuff.  Rachel and I got into a long
conversation about what the local college was like, where she would be
going in the fall, and when we looked up, we saw Emily and Matt at the
other end of the pool necking.

   "Hey, you two, get a room," said Rachel, only half joking.  Then turning
to me, "I know where they'll be in a few minutes.  Do you want to join
them? We don't have to if you don't want to."

   "No, I'd love to go upstairs with you.  I mean, if you want to too."

   "Yeah.  Like I said, you're kind of cute, and I've got an itch that
needs scratching.  I haven't been with anyone since your Mom last weekend."

   "Cool."

   "Are you sure your girlfriend won't mind?  Sleeping with mom and sis is
one thing, but sleeping with the girl next door is something else."

   "Oh, there's so much about all this that Nicole wouldn't understand."

   Rachel giggled, took my hand and put it on her firm, round ass, and
following Matt and Emily, led me into her house.

   RACHEL'S STORY

   I learned a new word the other day, ambivalent.  And that's how I felt
about finding out the Johanssons next door were into the family thing too.
I really wanted to have sex with some other people, and Jennifer was really
cool and so beautiful.  But I didn't want a couple of other teenagers like
Matt pawing me all the time.  Emily was okay, I guess.  She was young and
acted kind of like Matt, but she was a hottie.  Her brother Chris was
really good looking too, but I didn't really know him.  But when Chris and
Emily came over that Saturday they were really cool, especially Chris. 
There were no grab-ass games or pawing.  We talked about sex, but mostly
about the weirdness of fucking your own family.  What was especially cool
was that Chris didn't react like Matt or Emily, who thought it was totally
great.  Chris saw that it could also be really fucked up.  He thought about
things; he didn't just charge in dick first.  Then, once we got the obvious
thing out of the way, we started talking about normal stuff.  I was just
starting to figure out that I wasn't all that into guys, but I knew that if
I were, I'd be all over Chris.  I thought I should want to fuck Chris just
because he was a studmuffin.  But while he could scratch an itch, I knew
even then that he couldn't really fulfill my desires, which were really for
his mom.  Like I said, I was ambivalent.

   Chris told me about his girlfriend, and it was obvious that he was
totally into her.  That was another cool thing.  That meant that while we
might fool around some, he wouldn't be hanging around me always trying to
get some.  Then we started talking about school and stuff, and what I could
look forward to in the fall.  Chris turned out to be pretty cool, and I
decided that I would like him to be my first real, outside-the-family fuck.


   So I led him into the playroom.  Emily and Matt were already naked and
lying in the middle of the pit kissing.  The great thing about swim suits
is that it takes no time at all to take them off.  I turned to Chris,
looking up into his eyes, and he did what I wanted him to do, he leaned in
and started kissing me.  We were a bit slow and gentle at first, no tongue.
But soon I opened my lips a bit, and our tongues touched.  This was my
first real kiss from a guy--Dad and Matt didn't count.

   After a few moments I stopped and dropped to my knees and started
tugging on Chris's bathing suit, pulling it down around his ankles.  I was
face to face with his cock; it was already erect and fully hard, the same
size as Dad's.  A year ago I would have been intimidated as all hell to see
this thing.  Now, it almost looked nice.  I kissed the head and giggled.  I
couldn't help myself.  Sometimes I'm a teenage girl.

   Chris stepped out of his swim trunks and dropped to his knees so he
could untie my top.  My boobs swung free, and they had all of Chris's
attention.  He moved to suck on my nipples, but I leaned back and lay down.

   "Bottoms first," I said raising my legs so he could take off my bikini
bottom, which he eagerly did.

   Chris lay on top of me and we began necking again, only this time
letting our hands roam freely.  I stroked his cock, and his hand found its
way between my legs, where my pussy was already wet.  We rolled around in
the pit like this for a bit.  It was very nice.

   Chris was a being a little slow to move to the next level, so I decided
that I ought to.  I slid down his body and started sucking his cock.  He
tasted clean and nice, and smelled a little like chlorine from the pool.  I
went down to lick his balls and found that I was quickly replaced by Emily,
who had moved over and was now sucking her brother's cock.  The two of us
split the blowjob, alternately sucking and licking different parts of
Chris's cock and balls, and occasionally stopping to kiss each other.

   I was wondering what had become of Matt, when felt that familiar tongue
snake its way between my ass cheeks.  Emily and I kept sucking Chris's cock
and Matt took turns servicing us girls from behind for a few minutes, then
we switched and pounced on Matt, giving him the same treatment.

   Soon Emily said that the boys were ready and us two girls laid down next
to one another and let the boys mount us.  I closed my eyes and felt Chris
enter me.  He felt bigger than Daddy--that must have been my excitement
making it seem so.  He stroked in and out of me, building a rhythm that
began to feel really good.  I felt a hand grasp mine.  It was Emily holding
my hand as Matt did the same to her.  I turned my head and opened my eyes,
finding her looking into my eyes.  Oh God, was that nice, looking soulfully
into Emily's blue eyes while her brother's cock penetrated me.

   Pretty soon I felt the orgasm build within me.  It came on pretty fast.
It wasn't one of my biggest.  I didn't lose consciousness or buck Chris off
me or anything, but it did keep coming.  Wave after wave.  I could sense
Emily shuddering and screaming next to me--hers was a lot more intense--but
wasn't paying too much attention to her at that point, preoccupied with my
own O.  Eventually the two boys collapsed on top of us, first Matt and then
Chris.

   Without thinking about it, I did what Mom and I usually did in this
situation, not realizing it might be a weird thing for Emily.  I moved on
top of her in a sixty-nine and started sucking my brother's cum out of her
pussy.  Chris's cum was dribbling out of my cunt; I could feel it running
down my thighs.  It took Emily a minute to figure it out, but once she
realized what I was doing, she started licking up the cum dribbling down my
leg and then turned to my pussy for the rest.  Emily is nothing if not game
for everything.  After I had vacuumed it all up, I moved and gave Emily a
big, sloppy cum-kiss, and we mixed the boys' semen with our tongues, sort
of a cum cocktail without the glass.  It did turn me on a little, and later
on Emily told me that it made her so horny again, but it was a show more
for the boys benefit, and sure enough I glanced over and their dicks
started stirring again.

   "You boys are on your own for a while," I told them.  "Emily is mine for
a while." Then I returned to the sixty-nine and Emily and I began to eat
each other out.  I went slow this time, taking a good look at Emily's pussy
between licks.  It was a beautiful cunt.  She was already fully aroused, so
her inner lips were poking out, and the bud of her clit was unsheathed from
its hood, winking at me.  Emily shuddered each time I licked it directly,
so I took to licking all around it, just brushing up against it with my
tongue.  Soon Emily was begging me to lick it directly, but I wouldn't do
it, not yet.  I told her, "do a good job with me and I'll consider it." But
feeling kind of bad, I slipped a couple fingers into her vagina.  She was
nice and tight, even after the reaming out that Matt had given her.

   Soon Emily had brought me to the brink of another orgasm, so I returned
to her clit, vacuuming it up between my lips and sucking it like a nipple.
Emily gasped and shuddered in the throes of her orgasm, but she was a champ
and never stopped working at me, and I started cumming a few seconds later.

   CHRIS'S STORY

   God, both girls were wild.  I knew Emily was insane, but Rachel matched
her.  She seemed so quiet and level-headed, but once she got her clothes
off, she was totally wild.  They played with Matt's and my cum, which was
really hot.  Just the sight of that started to get me hard again.  Then
they started some lesbo action, which was even hotter.

   Matt and I were just watching the show, when Matt reached over and
started stroking my cock.  I was surprised.

   "I'm not gay or anything," Matt said to me.  "But if the girls can do it
to each other, so can we.  I'll stop if you want."

   But I didn't stop him.  I don't know why.  It felt good.  So after a
minute I reached over and returned the favor.  We sat there stroking each
other, watching the girls go at it.  Then, after a while I felt Matt move
and he started going down on me.  This just blew me away, no pun intended.
I was watching my sister eat out another girl while a guy sucked me off. 
The only things I could think about were how great this was and how this
had better not get out to any of the guys at school.

   "Chris, if you don't want to, that's cool," Matt said to me after he'd
been going at it for a while.  "But I really like to be fucked in the ass.
Do you want to do that to me?"

   If he'd asked me an hour before, I would have run from the room.  But
between his blowjob and the sight of the two girls in the sixty-nine I was
really worked up.  All I could manage was a mumbled, "okay."

   Matt pulled a bottle of lube out of some cubbyhole where it had been
stashed--there were all sorts of little hiding places around the room for
lube, condoms, and toys.  He greased up his fingers and went back to
sucking me, inserting his own fingers up his ass.

   "I gotta get myself ready," he said.

   And after a few minutes stopped sucking and lubed me up real well.  Then
he knelt down, his ass in the air, head buried down in the bottom of the
pit.  I moved behind him.

   "Go real slow at first," Matt told me.

   I pressed the head of my dick against his asshole.  I'd thought of doing
this before, but it was always with a girl, not a guy.  Now I'm not
attracted to guys, but since then I've learned that two guys can have some
fun and get each other off and it doesn't mean that they're gay, or even
really bi.  An asshole is an asshole, regardless of the sex of the person
it's attached to.

   I pushed and nothing happened at first, then I popped in, just the head.
Matt grunted.  So I stopped for a minute and just let my dick sit there.

   "Okay, go slow," said Matt.

   So I started stroking, real slow at first, gradually picking up speed.
God, it was tight.  The way his sphincter grasped the shaft of my dick was
way tighter than any pussy.  It felt really good.  Pretty soon I was
banging away pretty hard.  I was a bit afraid I was going to hard, but Matt
started gasping out yells of encouragement, so I kept at it.  Then I
reached down, grabbed Matt's cock, and started stroking.  He was making my
dick feel so good, it was the least I could do.

   After a minute or two of that, Matt exploded in my hand, and shot my wad
up his ass just afterward.  I pulled out, and the two of us just collapsed.

   Emily was there, and jumped on top of me.  The two girls had finished up
a little bit before and where watching the show.

   "God, that was hot, Chris," said Emily, licking Matt's cum off my
fingers.

   Rachel mumbled something similar, but she had Matt's dick in her mouth,
cleaning the cum off that, and I couldn't really hear what she said.

   So that was the first time the neighbor kids and us got it on.  It
wasn't the last.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  7: A neighbor watches the fun

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   I think I've mentioned I've got a consulting business where I help other
businesses develop their business and marketing plans.  I was the CEO of
successful startup software company, and that carries a lot of cachet, not
to mention cash.  My consulting business is a nice little concern.  I make
enough money to pay most of the mortgage, kids' tuition, and other bills
(income from investments made with all the money from selling the company
pays the rest and leaves some to spare), and I don't have to work too hard.
Not that it's really "work." I like doing it.  It's the problem-solving,
challenging part of running a business without the responsibilities,
worries, and grunt work of actually running the business.

   One of my clients is Amanda Taylor, who lives down the street.  She's
not really a "client," since she doesn't pay me.  She's a friend and has a
nice little idea for a business that I'm giving her get off the ground.

   Amanda is younger, twenty-seven to be exact, and married to Josh, who is
the sweetest guy.  Before my awakening with the Giamattis, I never would
have dreamed about sex with Amanda and Josh, but of course, now everything
was on the table--at least from my perspective; I had no idea how Amanda
and Josh would react to the suggestion.  So for the moment, I did nothing.
There was enough new in my sex life right now; Amanda and Josh could wait.

   But I could dream.  Josh was a good-looking guy, not as handsome as
James next door or my own boy Chris, but he was slim and fit.  And once
when he was mowing his lawn while wearing a pair of gym shorts, I noticed
that he had a large-sized package down there.  (A girl can look, can't
she?) Amanda was also very attractive, tall and slim, with long black hair
and fair skin.  Her breasts were small, but they look nice on her slim
frame.  I'd never considered her looks before, but now I was looking at
women as well as men, and both Amanda and Josh were making appearances in
my fantasies.

   Well, one Wednesday afternoon a few weeks after we'd started up our
family activities with the Giamattis, Amanda was sitting in my kitchen,
where we had been reviewing her latest business plan.  But we'd finished
with that and were just drinking coffee and gossiping, when Lisa walked out
of her house and started swimming in her pool.

   "Is that the new neighbor?" asked Amanda.

   "Yes, that's Lisa Giamatti.  Haven't you met her yet?"

   "No.  Josh and I were up in Tahoe for the last couple weeks."

   "Come on, I'll introduce you."

   I got up and motioned Amanda to follow me.  I really didn't have any
ulterior motives on my mind.  I just wanted to introduce Amanda to the new
neighbor.

   "Hey, Lisa.  I've got someone for you to meet.

   "Hey, Jennifer."

   "This is Amanda Taylor, she and her husband Josh live two doors down."

   "It's good to meet you, Amanda.  We haven't met too many of the
neighbors yet.  We really should have an open house party to meet
everyone."

   We chatted a few minutes, then Lisa suggested we head over to the hot
tub, where it would be more comfortable than standing by the side of the
pool.

   "But I don't have a swim suit," said Amanda.

   "Don't worry about that," said Lisa.  It's just us girls.  My James is
at work, and the kids are out.  No one will see us." And with that she
slipped out of her bikini and walked over to the hot tub, which was
shielded from the eyes of other neighbors by a privacy wall.

   AMANDA'S STORY

   Lisa has the body of a porn star.  Nice big, round boobs.  And she
clearly was not shy about being naked in front of strangers.  I had never
met anyone quite like her.  Frankly, she scared me a little, and I probably
would have made an excuse and left, never coming back, if Jennifer hadn't
been with me.  But if Jennifer thought she was all right, then she probably
was.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   I think Amanda was a little shocked.  I knew she wasn't a prude or
anything like that, but really, most people don't just strip naked in front
of you in the middle of the afternoon.  I took Amanda by the hand and led
her to the hot tub, where I quickly stripped and slipped into the water. 
Amanda hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.  I was right; she had
very nice, pert breasts, with perky, pink nipples.  She was also waxed down
there.  She had a nice triangle of fur over her mons, but she'd had the
hair around her lips cleared away.  That was another clue.  You don't do
that unless you invest some time and effort into your sex life.

   We started talking, and after a few minutes Lisa ran inside to grab a
bottle of wine.  So we started drinking as we talked.  I really don't think
Lisa was planning anything.  She was just being friendly with the neighbor,
but the wine and heat from the hot tub evidently went to Amanda's head a
bit, because Amanda dropped her inhibitions and, once the conversation
turned to husbands, she started dishing some interesting dirt.

   "This is going to sound really bad," said Amanda.  "Like I shouldn't be
complaining, but Josh is just too big."

   "What do you mean?" said Lisa, who I suspect knew exactly what Amanda
meant, but was trying to get her to say it.

   Amanda held up her hands about eleven inches apart.  "And I can't even
get my hand around it, it's so thick."

   "You're right, you shouldn't complain," said Lisa.  "James is far from
inadequate in that department, but I'd kill for a husband built like that."

   "Oh, Josh is great.  I wouldn't trade him for the world, but there are
some things we just can't do together."

   "Like what?" I asked.

   "This is embarrassing."

   "No, go on," said Lisa.  "It's just us girls.  No one else is going to
know."

   "Before I met Josh, when I was dating other guys, I was really into anal
sex."

   "Oh," I said.  That was one aspect of sex I hadn't even considered.  I
still had a lot to learn.

   "He's just too big for that.  I can't take him.  Plus, I used to like
ordinary sex, well, rather rough.  I loved to be thrown down and really
fucked, you know what I mean?"

   Lisa nodded.

   "Well, with Josh I have to go slow.  It's great, and he's a very good
lover, but there's this whole aspect of sex that I used to enjoy that's now
off the table.  And I miss it.  Worse, I think it's starting to affect our
marriage."

   "How so?" I asked.  This was the first hint I'd have that there was any
marital discord between them.  And they had only been married a couple of
years.

   "I just want more.  I want the things that I can't do with Josh."

   "Have you talked it over with Josh?"

   "Yes.  We're pretty open about sex.  That's not a problem.  The weird
thing is that he suggested I might want to sleep with another guy once in a
while."

   "Does he want to sleep with other women?" I asked.

   "No.  He says he's satisfied, but he wants me to be satisfied too."

   "My God, girl," said Lisa.  "You've hit the jackpot."

   AMANDA'S STORY

   I still can't believe I was talking about this.  Jennifer was a friend,
but I'd never discussed my sex life with her.  And Lisa was a total
stranger.  The wine had really done a number on my head.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   "What kind of husband wants his wife to cheat on him?" said Amanda.

   "It's not cheating if he gives his approval," replied Lisa.  "I'll be
completely honest, Amanda.  Right now it's probably not so bad.  You've
been married a couple of years, and you've got an itch, but it's not too
bad.  You can ignore it.  But that itch is only going to get worse.  You're
going to get more and more frustrated sexually, and that's going to bleed
over into other aspects of your life."

   "That's right," I piped in.  My marriage started going downhill when I
didn't realize that my Jason wasn't happy sexually.  If I'd recognized it
earlier, maybe we could have done something about it, but by the time I
did, it was too late.  If we'd opened up our marriage, I think we'd be
happily married right now."

   "Trust me," continued Lisa.  "James and I went through a bad patch a few
years back for the same kind of thing.  Both of us wanted more than the
other could give.  But we recognized it, and we found partners outside of
our marriage to fill the gaps."

   "And that really works?" asked Amanda.

   "Well, it's not for everyone.  And it might not work for you and Josh,
but it worked for us."

   "And you don't get jealous?"

   "Well, maybe a twinge now and then, but it's not a problem.  The
important thing is to make sure each one of you know that the most
important thing is each other.  That you're devoted to one another, and the
others are just guest stars in your bed."

   "I don't know...  Jennifer, what do you think of all this?"

   "I just wish I'd found out about swinging two years ago," I replied.  "I
don't know if it would have saved my marriage, but maybe it would have.  I
do know that Lisa and James have a very strong marriage.  It works for
them. I've seen it."

   "You mean..."

   "Yes, I've been one of the guest stars."

   "The important thing is for you and Josh to talk about it," said Lisa.
"Maybe it's right for you, or maybe not.  Only the two of you can decide
that.  But it's a decision the two of you need to make together."

   "If we did, I wouldn't know where to start."

   "There are lots of swinging groups.  They're very social.  You can meet
people and decide if you want to hook up.  It's a very low pressure scene,
and no one is offended if you don't want to jump into bed with them.  Or
you can just go out and pick up people.  Or you could start with James and
me."

   "You mean you'd..."

   "Oh, I know James would like to fuck the shit out of you," continued
Lisa.  "He's very good at the rough stuff, if that's what you like.  And he
loves anal.  It could be just you, or we could include Josh if he wanted to
join in.  But we wouldn't dream of doing anything with you unless both you
and Josh fully approved."

   "Who's approving of what?" asked James, who walked out onto the patio as
if on cue.

   Amanda suddenly remembered that she was naked and slipped deeper into
the water.  James was artfully averting his eyes, looking just over our
heads, as Lisa made a quick introduction, telling James that we had been
discussing swinging.

   "Amanda," said Lisa.  "Would you like James to join us in the hot tub?
He won't be offended if you'd rather not.  We realize that this is all a
bit overwhelming.  And don't worry, like I said, nothing is going to happen
between us until Josh is fully on board."

   "I guess it's okay if he joins us," said Amanda.

   In an instant James was naked and slipping into the tub between Lisa and
me.  Once he was settled, I reached over and gave his cock a quick squeeze
and smiled.  I just couldn't resist.  James smiled back.

   "You really don't get jealous?" Amanda asked again.

   "Not really," said James.  "Sometimes we get a little jealous, but we
get over it, and it's not a problem.  We both have veto power, so if either
of us isn't comfortable with one of our partners, then they're out.  But we
rarely use the veto.  There was one guy about a year ago who was getting
kind of clingy with Lisa, and I was about to put a stop to it, but then
Lisa ended it first."

   "And you and Jennifer...?" asked Amanda, still trying to come to terms
with all this.

   "Well, we've only been together a few times, but yes, we're fuck
buddies," I said, putting my arm around James's shoulders and snuggling up
to him a bit.  "Lisa and me, too," I added.

   Amanda's eyes went wide with that.

   "Amanda," said Lisa.  "Would you like to see James and Jennifer fuck? 
See a little swinging in action?  I think the two of them would be willing
to give a little demonstration, and I'd sure like to watch."

   Amanda nodded.

   James turned to me and we started kissing.  I will never get tired of
kissing James.  His hands found their way to my breasts, and my hand found
his crotch and started stroking his cock, which was already semi-erect.

   Not wanting to try deep sea diving, I asked James to sit up on the edge
of the tub so I could suck him off, and he complied.

   "Isn't it gorgeous," I said as I showed his cock to Amanda.  "It's big,
but not so huge that he can't really pound you." Then I engulfed that
beautiful cock with my mouth.  The chlorine from the tub gave it a funny
taste, but that wore off quickly.  I really loved his cock, and I was
getting good at finding the spots that really turned him on.  James really
loved it when I flicked my tongue between the glans, over his pee hole. 
And I had discovered he really liked to be nipped with my teeth.  My
husband had hated that, but it drove James wild.

   "Your turn, dear," said James as he was approaching orgasm.

   I climbed out of the tub and lay down on the deck next to it.  James
settled between my legs and began to tongue me.  He licked around my lips,
and kissed my clit, which was still underneath the hood.  I hadn't gotten
very worked up yet, but that was soon to change under his expert
ministrations.  He kept licking, parting my lips, and soon started sucking
on my clit.  As I started to get wet, I felt first one finger, then two,
enter me and start working my G-spot.  It was just wonderful.

   When I felt my orgasm coming, I didn't hold back like James had.  It was
a good one.  The idea of Amanda watching us was really erotic.  I clamped
my legs around James's head and squeezed, but champ that he is, he just
kept going.  That set off a series of convulsions.  I bit my lip to keep
from screaming--the other neighbors couldn't see us, but they might be able
to hear us.

   When I settled back down, I checked James's cock.  It was still rock
hard, but I gave it a few sucks to make sure, then I spread a towel--the
redwood of the deck was starting to hurt--and got on my hands and knees,
facing Lisa and Amanda.  James didn't need to be told; he entered me from
behind and started pumping away.

   AMANDA'S STORY

   This was fucking unbelievable.  I was actually watching Jennifer fuck
Lisa's husband.  What had I gotten myself into?  But it was really hot. 
Jennifer was beautiful, and James was very studly.  I'd never watched two
live people fuck before, and it was really sexy.  Before I knew it, I found
that my hand was between my legs and I was masturbating under the water. 
Lisa must have noticed that, but she didn't say anything about it.  She
just kept supplying a running commentary on what Jennifer and James were
doing, whispering in my ear.  That was sexy too.

   After what Jennifer had said about lesbian sex with Lisa, I half
expected Lisa to make a pass at me.  I don't know what I'd have done if she
had.  I'd never seriously thought about sex with another woman, but I was
really worked up.  But she never did.  She promised that nothing would
happen unless Josh and I decided as a couple that it was okay, and she
wasn't lying.  Never once did any of them pressure me to do anything.  They
just made it abundantly clear that it would be really hot if I did.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   I stared into Amanda's eyes, which were wide as saucers.  God, was this
hot.  James was fucking me, while his wife and another neighbor watched.  I
half expected Lisa and Amanda to be making out, but Lisa was as good as her
word.  She said nothing would happen with Amanda until Josh was on board.
But Amanda was sure getting an eyeful.

   James's fucking was nice, but it wasn't getting me there all by itself.
So I reached down and started rubbing my clit.  That did the trick, and I
could feel my second orgasm start to rise.  I heard James grunting as the
orgasmic waves washed over me for a second time.  He was cumming too.

   We collapsed, kissing one another.

   "Did you enjoy watching?" I asked Amanda.

   "Oh God, yes."

   "Now Amanda," said Lisa.  "You are to go home and fuck Josh.  Get your
rocks off.  Then, tomorrow morning sit down with him--and it's important
that you do this when you're not in bed together and all hot and horny--and
start having a conversation about swinging.  It should be the first of
several.  You don't have to decide anything tomorrow, and it's probably
better if you don't.  This shouldn't be rushed.  But start talking about
whether you'd like to do this as a couple and what the ground rules will be
if you do.  Now, go.  Fuck your husband."

   AMANDA'S STORY

   And that's exactly what I did.  I got dressed and went home.  I had an
agonizing hour before Josh came home from work.  I was so damn worked up.
When he came through the door, I tackled him, and we fucked right there on
the hallway floor.  And we fucked again that night.  Josh didn't know what
got into me.

   Then the next morning, I told him to go in late to work, and we sat down
and had a long talk, just like Lisa suggested.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  8: A new couple joins the swinging set

   JOSH'S STORY

   Amanda and I had been together for four years, and married for two, when
she told me that something was missing from her sex life.  We'd always been
open about talking about sex, but this was really a blow to my ego.  And
fucking ironic.  I was too big to satisfy her.  That's not the
stereotypical complaint.  I knew that Amanda loved me and that she enjoyed
the sex we did have, but I was just so big that we had to go slow, and
sometimes that wasn't enough.

   Guys all say they would like to have a huge dick, but it's not all that
it's cracked up to be.  Now, this sounds really bad, but I'm just telling
the truth.  There are drawbacks to having a big dick.  First, when erect
I'm about eleven inches long and about twelve and a half inches in
circumference, that's about four inches thick.  Finding pants that fit
without revealing too much is tough; if I don't stick with styles that are
baggy people stare.  And before I met Amanda, there were a number of women
who couldn't take me at all, and as Amanda found out, I had to take it slow
with those that could.  And I've never found a woman I could have anal
with.

   Don't get me wrong.  There are good things about it too.  When I was in
college, once word got around--and it always gets around; girls gossip a
lot more than guys--women were practically lining up to fuck me.  While
some found I was too big for them, I never had any problem picking up women
who were willing to try.  And Amanda loves my dick.  She says that I'm able
to touch her like no other guy, all her hot spots at once.

   But I knew that her complaint would be a problem.  Maybe not right away,
but eventually.  Amanda is very sexually open, and she always tells me what
she wants.  I love her for that.  But I knew that if there was something I
wasn't giving her, eventually she would find a way to get it.  Maybe not
right away, but in four or five years our marriage would be in trouble. 
That's why I suggested swinging.

   I didn't expect that Amanda would go for it.  And she was kind of
shocked, which was something I didn't really expect.  She thought that I
maybe wanted to sleep with other women, which I wouldn't turn down, but
isn't something I needed.  So I quickly backed off, saying that I wasn't
asking for it, just thinking outside the box.  We tried using vibrators,
toys that I could be somewhat rough with her with and penetrate her anally,
but she said it, while it was fun, wasn't the same thing.  So that's where
we stood when Amanda found out the new neighbors were into swinging.

   When I got home that evening, she jumped me at the door.  I'd never seen
her so horny.  We fucked right there on the hall floor, and again a couple
of other times that night.  She didn't tell me what had gotten into her
that night, at least not right away, and I didn't ask.  I wasn't looking a
gift horse in the mouth.  Then the next morning at breakfast she told me
what had happened the day before.  Needless to say, I was blown away. 
Amanda said that was willing to try swinging if I was serious about my
earlier suggestion.  We decided to take a few weeks to think it over and
keep talking about it.  There was no hurry, and it was a big decision.

   But we didn't count on how an idea like that can eat away at you.  I
couldn't think about anything else that day.  I got nothing done at work
that day.  And by the time I was driving home, I knew that I wanted to do
it.  But I was surprised; what really turned me on wasn't the idea of
fucking other women, it was seeing Amanda getting fucked.  The idea of
watching her get off with another guy really turned me on.  It turns out
that Amanda was infected by the same itch.  She couldn't think about
anything else either.

   So that night we sat down and laid out some rules.  We would only do it
together; no picking up partners on our own.  And we both had to agree. 
Both of us had veto power over any partner.  Once that was decided, we
fucked again, and it was a great fuck.  One of the best we'd ever had
together.

   So Amanda went over to speak with Jennifer--she was more comfortable
talking with her than with the Giamattis, who we barely knew.  And before
we knew it, our first swinging session was set up for that Friday.

   AMANDA'S STORY

   It had all happened so fast.  What had started as just an idle
suggestion of Josh's had become a reality.  Josh and I were knocking on the
Giamatti's door, and awaiting within was sex, and it was kind of scary. 
The sex wasn't scary--well maybe the prospect of sex with another woman was
intimidating; I had never done that before, and both Lisa and Jennifer had
hinted that it was very much a possibility--but I had no idea what this
would do to Josh's and my marriage.  Would we both get jealous?  Or worse,
would one of us love it and the other get jealous?

   Lisa opened the door, all smiles.  There were kisses, on the cheek, very
chaste.  Josh gave her the bottle of wine that we'd brought, and Lisa made
a fuss about opening it, ushering us into the living room, where James and
Jennifer were already waiting.

   I hadn't known what to expect.  Naked bodies writhing in ecstasy on the
floor, maybe.  But it was just like the start of any dinner party I'd ever
been to.  We all chatted and drank wine.

   I guess James, who was sitting the closest to Josh and I, noticed that I
was a bit nervous.  He leaned in and whispered to us.

   "About later on," he said.  "We all understand that this is your first
time doing anything like this.  It's okay to be nervous, and if you feel
uncomfortable about anything, you can simply decline.  No one is going to
be offended.  You can take it slow and just do what you feel comfortable
with, and with people you're comfortable with."

   "It's not so much about tonight," said Josh.  "It's about tomorrow.  I
just don't know what to expect when Amanda and I wake up tomorrow."

   "Think of it as an experiment," said James.  "If it doesn't work, you
don't have to do it again.  And the important thing is to check in with
each other throughout the evening and make sure you're both enjoying
yourselves.  And at the end of the night, spend some time together, just
the two of you."

   "Jennifer and I are going upstairs," announced Lisa, who hadn't been
able to hear our conversation with her husband.  "Our panties are soaked
with anticipation, and we can't wait any longer.  Join us when you're
ready." And with that the two other women went upstairs, arm in arm.

   "We can hang out a while longer, if you'd like," said James.  "But I'd
suggest going a little easy on the wine.  A little bit of lubrication
lowers the inhibitions nicely, but too much isn't a good idea."

   We chatted for a while.  Honestly, I can't tell you what we talked
about. I had chills and my stomach was in knots.  All I could think about
was what waited us upstairs.  Finally I couldn't take it anymore.

   "I'm going upstairs," I announced.  "Josh, are you coming?"

   Both Josh and James were up in a flash and escorted me upstairs.

   I guess others have described the Giamattis' playroom, but it really is
something to walk into it for the first time, to see the play pit, and to
see two gorgeous women in the middle of it.  Lisa was lying on her back
with Jennifer between her legs, licking away at her pussy.  I just stared,
unable to move.

   I noticed that James was starting to take his clothes off.  Josh wasn't.
I guess he was waiting for me.  I started unbuttoning my blouse, and Josh
started to undress too.  Then a moment later I felt another pair of hands
help me off with my blouse.  It was James, who had shed his shirt, socks,
and shoes, but was still in his pants.

   "Josh, we could use some help down here," said Lisa.

   I turned to my husband, gave him a deep kiss, smiled, and said, "go."

   Josh didn't need to be told twice.

   I then turned to James and gave him a deep kiss.  He was the first man,
other than Josh, I'd kissed in four years.  It was wonderful.  We just
stood there, letting our tongues explore each other's mouth for several
minutes.  I could feel James's hands run up and down my back, and then
unclasp my bra.  I shrugged out of the bra without breaking the kiss.  Then
I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts.  James broke the kiss
and leaned down, taking my right nipple into his mouth.  My nipples have
always been sensitive, and I gasped when he started sucking.  He switched
to my left breast, and one of his hands dropped down and unzipped my skirt,
which fell to the floor, leaving me with just my garter belt and stockings.
In a fit of devilishness I had slipped off my panties before leaving home.

   I could feel James's cock rubbing against my leg, straining underneath
his pants.  So I dropped to my knees and unclasped his belt and unzipped
his pants, which fell to the floor.  A couple of tugs and he had lost his
underwear as well, and his very nice cock popped up to say hello.  It
really is a beautiful cock, and just about the perfect size.  I took it in
my hand and kissed the head.  It twitched and grew even harder, so I took
it into my mouth.

   Amazingly, I could deep throat the whole thing, right down to the base.
I'd never been able to take a whole cock into my mouth.  Of course with
Josh that was impossible, but I guess all that practice fellating him had
gotten me to the point where I could deep throat a more normal size cock no
problem.

   I glanced over at Josh.  Lisa and Jennifer had him on his back.  Lisa
was sitting on his face, grinding her pussy into it, while she sixty-nined
him, taking his head into her mouth.  Jennifer was between his legs,
licking his shaft and balls.

   Suddenly, James grabbed my arms and stood me up, kissing me again.

   "Lisa tells me you want to be taken, to have it a kind of rough," he
said when he broke the kiss.

   I nodded.

   "Just tell me if I go too far, or not far enough." And with that he
started kissing me again, his right hand reaching around my butt and
parting my pussy lips.  I was wet, and he shoved two fingers in.  His other
hand grabbed the hair at the back of my head by the roots.  He jerked my
head back, breaking the kiss again.

   "And you want me to fuck you in the ass." I wasn't sure if it was a
question or a command.

   I nodded again.

   "Okay, come with me."

   He led me down into the pit by the hair.  James knew what he was doing.
He was forceful, but he didn't pull my hair, and he didn't hurt me.  He lay
me down next to Josh and mounted me.  I could feel the head of his cock
part my lips, and then he suddenly thrust forward, burying himself in me. I
yelped.  He held me down firmly by the shoulders.  I was pinned, unable to
move.  And he began to thrust in and out, hard.  Oh God, it was so good.

   JOSH'S STORY

   The two women grabbed me and pulled down to the floor.  Lisa settled on
top of me, thrusting her pussy in my face, and giving me no alternative but
to start licking.  Not that I minded, of course.  Then the two women
started sucking my cock and balls.

   After a little while, Lisa moved off me and whispered in my ear.

   "Do you want to see your wife being fucked?"

   I turned my head and saw Amanda being fucked hard, missionary style by
James.  Her head was back and she was groaning in ecstasy with each thrust.
It was so damn sexy seeing Amanda like that, that I came right then and
there.  I think I surprised Jennifer a bit, who got a nice facial out of
it, but she kept licking like a trooper and, surprising me, kept me hard. I
usually have no trouble with multiples, but it takes some time between. 
Evidently not tonight.  I softened a little, but didn't lose my erection
entirely.

   LISA'S STORY

   Wow!  That's all I could think when I saw Josh's cock.  Amanda wasn't
kidding.  It was bigger than my forearm.  I've seen quite a few cocks in my
life, but this was the biggest by a wide margin.  I knew I could take it
though.  It wasn't all that much bigger than the strap-on that Rachel likes
to use on me.

   JENNIFER'S STORY

   I haven't seen as many cocks as Lisa, and this one was surreal to me.  I
didn't know if I could take it inside me, but I was determined to try.

   AMANDA'S STORY

   I have no idea how long James was fucking me.  I just lost it.  I wasn't
aware of anything except the weight of him holding me in place and the
constant, hard thrusting.  Usually I can feel the orgasm rising, but this
one took me completely by surprise.  Suddenly I just exploded.  My
convulsions struggled against James's arms, but he held me firm, and that
seemed to increase and prolong the orgasm.  Suddenly, his weight was off
me, and he was no longer holding me down.  I just collapsed, curling up
into a fetal position, whimpering.  Arms scooped me up, and felt myself
lying in a soft lap, whimpering, sobbing, and laughing all at the same
time. God, I didn't realize how badly I needed that.

   When I finally became aware again, I was in Jennifer's lap.  She was
holding me and gently cooing.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Wonderful," I replied, smiling.

   "Good.  I'm just checking.  We weren't sure there for a while."

   I turned to look for Josh.  He was on his back again, Lisa riding him
for all she was worth.  James lay on the other side of me, slowly stroking
himself to keep hard.

   "Are you recovered enough to be fucked in the ass?" asked James.

   "Yes."

   "Okay, on your knees," he said, grabbing me by the hair again and
guiding me onto my knees, with my ass in the air and my face in Jennifer's
lap.  I could smell the musk of her pussy.  Then I felt James's tongue lick
around my asshole, trying to thrust inside.  It felt very nice, and I could
feel my pussy begin to moisten again.

   Then James pulled his tongue away, and I felt him spread cold lube
around my anus.  I felt the pressure of one of his fingers pushing against
my sphincter and then pop inside.  Soon it was two fingers, then three. 
Then James pushed the head of his cock against my asshole.  He was slower
than when he had penetrated my vagina, but no less insistent.  Suddenly my
anus opened and two inches of his cock popped in.  I gasped, and I think I
may have bitten Jennifer's thigh.  Then James began thrusting, continually
burying himself in my ass up to the base of his cock, and then pulling out
until only the head remained within.

   James was into the rhythm right away.  I raised my head and found myself
staring into Jennifer's beautiful face.  It was the reverse of the other
day by the pool, when James had taken her from behind and she stared into
my eyes.  Now it was my turn.  My right hand found its way to my clit, and
I began to fiercely rub it in time with James's thrusts.  God, it had been
so long since I had had a real cock up my ass, and it felt so good.  Pretty
soon I was coming again.  This second one was even better than the first,
only not as dramatic.  It was no less intense than the first time, but this
time I was prepared for it.  I didn't lose it, or collapse into a quivering
mass, but I was aware of and in ecstasy with each contraction.

   James pulled out of me, and I collapsed again into Jennifer's lap. 
James leaned in and kissed me, and I realized, that although I was pretty
much spent, he hadn't come yet.

   "We don't have to stop," I said.  "You need to get off."

   "Don't worry about me.  Lisa will take care of that."

   He moved off and approached Lisa from behind, whispered something in her
ear, and she slowed down her riding of Josh's cock so he could penetrate
her ass.  That was pretty amazing on Lisa's part.  I know better than
anyone how Josh can completely fill a woman, and to take another cock in
the ass at the same time, and especially one as good-sized as James's.  I
curled up in Jennifer's lap and the two of us just watched the show, gently
caressing each other.

   LISA'S STORY

   Jennifer and I grabbed Josh as soon as he had undressed and dragged him
into the middle of the room.  He came quite willingly.  It was huge and
beautiful.  So I just popped the head into my mouth, and that's about all I
could stuff in there, that and maybe another inch of the shaft.  It was
just so damn thick!  I concentrated on the head, while Jennifer tackled the
rest of the shaft and his balls.  Pretty soon he was rock hard, and I
dragged him on top of me, spreading my legs.  I was already wet from the
licking that Jennifer had given me before.

   Josh positioned the head of that lovely cock against the entrance to my
vagina and started to slowly push.  There was just a bit of pain for a
split second, and then his head was all the way in.  He started thrusting,
slowly at first, then somewhat faster.  He never got too fast, but that was
just fine.  He filled me like no other cock I'd ever had; it was like being
fisted.  Both my clit and the nerves around my anus were being stimulated
at the same time.

   I kind of lost track with what was happening with the others.  I knew
that James was fucking Amanda, and I while I usually like to watch James
when he's with another woman, especially when it's his first time with her,
I pretty much just focused on what was happening to me.  I could feel the
orgasm build, and then it washed over me, again and again.

   When I recovered, I took a quick look at James, who was pounding away at
Amanda, who was using Jennifer's lap as a pillow.  I stopped Josh's
thrusting and rolled him over so I was on top, riding him.  This was even
better than the missionary.  I had more control, and could let his cock
penetrate me deeply when I wanted, or lean into it and get more stimulation
on my clit.  I could also watch James and Amanda better, and he was really
putting it to her, and the way she was thrashing about in orgasm, it was
obvious she was enjoying her night as much as I was enjoying mine.

   Amanda was soon reduced to a quivering mass in Jennifer's lap, and James
made his way over to us.

   "Do you think you can take two?" he whispered into my ear.

   "Oh, yes."

   I paused my ride for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of Josh's
huge cock just filling my cunt, until I felt the pressure of James's cock
against my anus.  I started rocking back and forth, gently.  That was about
all I could take.  I've been double penetrated before, but never like this.
I was just completely stuffed full, and every nerve ending in my pussy and
ass was being tweaked at once.

   What really surprised me was how long I kept it up.  It felt so good.  I
don't know how to describe it, except that it was like a continuous orgasm,
except not intense.  No contractions or waves; just continual pleasure. 
Then it happened.  The orgasm exploded throughout my body.  Pleasure so
intense it was painful.  I threw myself off of the two cocks; I just
couldn't stand to be touched down there, and just let the contractions wash
over me.  I hadn't realized it, but just before I came that second time,
both James and Josh had cum inside me.  That was, and remains to this day,
the most intense fucking I have ever had.

   AMANDA'S STORY

   Jennifer and I were sitting against the side of the pit, holding each
other and watching the show.  I was amazed at how okay I was with all this.
I had been so afraid of being overcome with jealousy at the sight of Josh
with another woman, but nothing could be further from the case.  It was
wonderful to just watch the man I loved with someone else.  If I hadn't
been so spent, I would have been turned on.

   Jennifer was alternately cupping my breasts and running her fingertips
around my nipples, and I was stroking her thigh, when I realized that she
probably hadn't cum yet that evening.  I thought that I might be the one to
bring her off, and I shivered in anticipation.

   "Anything wrong?" asked Jennifer, noticing.

   "Not at all.  I couldn't be better." Then, "Have you cum yet tonight?"

   "Not yet."

   "Would you like me to try?"

   "Please.  I've been waiting, and I don't think the guys will be up for
much once Lisa's done with them." Jennifer spread her legs wider, and I
slipped down between them.

   "You'll have to steer me through the curves," I said, looking up into
her deep brown eyes.  "I've never been with a woman."

   "Just do what you like to have done to you, and I'll nudge you in the
right direction when necessary," she said smiling.

   For the first time I looked at another woman's pussy close up.  Her
pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and her lips were already opened up, full,
and puffy.  It didn't look intimidating, and the smell was musky, but
strangely nice.  I put out my finger and gently traced around the nub of
Jennifer's clit, which popped out of its hood.  I ran the finger down her
lips and back up again, getting it wet in the process.  She was sopping wet
by this point in the evening.  I made circles with my finger on her clit.
Jennifer gasped and closed her eyes.

   Then I took the plunge and gave her clit a lick.  Jennifer shuddered
again.  I know how I sometimes don't like my clit to be touched when I'm
worked up, and that indirect stimulation is better, so I moved my face down
and licked up along her lips, coming up underneath her clit.  She tasted
good, not unlike a penis, a faint mix of saltiness and sour.  Licking her
lips and vagina didn't seem to set her off so much, so I did it again, and
again.  Soon I was licking like a champ.  I then put my mouth over the bud
of her clit and sucked it, along with the fleshy lips into my mouth. 
Jennifer grabbed my head hard and pushed it into her pussy.  Clearly she
liked that.  So I kept doing that, thrusting my tongue into her vagina, and
bringing it up underneath her clit, and then now and again vacuuming her
clit up into my mouth.

   "Fingers inside me," moaned Jennifer.

   So I dutifully slipped a finger into her vagina, then two, then three.

   "More."

   A fourth finger went in.  I thrust in and out while I sucked directly on
her clit and she exploded, drenching my face.

   Next thing I knew, Josh had scooped me up in his arms and was kissing
me. I don't think I've ever loved him more than at that moment.

   Jennifer, Josh, and I snuggled, while Lisa and James paid attention to
one another.  The sex had been great, but these moments of tenderness at
the end of the night were even better.

   Lisa brought out pillows, sheets, and a blanket for the three of us, who
just crashed there in the middle of the playroom floor.  She and James went
off to their bedroom.

   * * *

   When I awoke in the morning Jennifer was gone; it was just James and me.
I had to pee, so I got up to find a bathroom.  I had almost stepped into
the hall, when I saw Rachel, Lisa's daughter come out of the bathroom and
cross the hall into her room.  I hadn't even thought about the kids.  I had
no idea how much the Giamatti children knew about their parents' sex life,
and this could be awkward if I were seen, but I really needed to pee, so I
risked it.  I headed down the hall to the bathroom that Rachel had just
vacated.  Rachel's bedroom door was ajar when I went past.  I glanced in
and saw Rachel climbing back into bed, into the arms of Jennifer.  That
stopped me cold.  I looked and the two snuggled together.  Suddenly,
realizing that I could be seen, I headed to the bathroom.

   When I came back out, the door to Rachel's room was shut.  I returned to
the playroom and Josh was up, and after he visited the bathroom, we headed
downstairs.  Lisa and James were up, and the four of us chatted over a cup
of coffee.  I said nothing about seeing Jennifer and Rachel, and I headed
home.  I didn't know how to process that, but I had something else to tell
Josh when we got home.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  9: The Taylors join the family fun

   AMANDA'S STORY

   When we got home I told Josh what I'd seen between Jennifer and Rachel.
Josh suggested that if it bothered me, at an appropriate moment I might ask
Lisa about how she and James balanced their swinging lifestyle with the
kids.  Lisa might admit to knowing all about it.  I resolved to do that,
but as it turned out, the need never arose.

   We don't have a pool, and Lisa had given us a standing invitation to use
their pool anytime we felt like it.  That afternoon turned into a scorcher,
so Josh and I decided to take our new friends up on their offer.  So Josh
and I headed back over to the Giamattis' house a few hours later.

   Lisa answered the door and seemed happy to see us, telling us that James
had gone into the office even though it was a Saturday.  She said she hoped
we wouldn't mind sharing the pool with the kids and sent us out to the
pool, while she went upstairs to put on her bathing suit.  But there was a
surprise waiting for us when we stepped out on the patio.  The Giamatti and
Johansson kids were all in the pool.  Chris Johansson was kissing Rachel
Giamatti, and her twin brother Matt had Emily Johansson's bikini top off
and was sucking on her left breast.  Josh and I just stared for what must
have been a minute or more.

   "Rachel!" Lisa called out from behind us.  The girls broke their kiss,
looking embarrassed.  "You know the rules.  Take it upstairs."

   The four teens climbed out of the hot tub, sheepishly walked past Josh
and I, and headed upstairs, Emily hurriedly putting her top back on as she
passed us.  I couldn't help noticing that both boys had raging hard-ons,
and that Chris was quite the hardbody.

   "I'm sorry about that," says Lisa when she came out to join us.  "They
know the downstairs and the pool is a no-sex zone."

   "You're okay with your kids having sex?" asked Josh.

   "Sure.  They're all over eighteen.  Besides, if we got upset with them,
we'd be quite the hypocrites, wouldn't we?"

   "I guess so," said Josh.

   The three of us went slipped into the pool.  Josh did a couple of laps,
while Lisa and I talked.

   "So I guess your kids know about your lifestyle," I said, half asking a
question.

   "Yes.  We're completely open with them about it."

   "And you're really okay with them having sex?"

   "Sure.  It's not like we could stop them.  We put down some rules and
make sure it doesn't get out of hand, but mostly they're free to do what
they want.  Rachel is usually the good one.  It's Matt who we have to keep
on a tighter leash."

   Josh swam up to us.

   "Do the kids ever join in with your partners?" he asked, flat out.

   Lisa paused, unsure how to answer.  Then she said, "only very recently.
And so far only with Jennifer.  Does that shock you?"

   "A little, I guess," I answered.

   "Are you okay with that?"

   "I guess so."

   "I'm just going to ask it," said Josh, being the ever not-subtle man. 
"Do you sleep with your kids?"

   Lisa took another long pause, then said, "yes."

   There was a long silence, and then Josh replied, "Okay then."

   "You're still not shocked."

   "Sure, a little, but I guess it's okay."

   "Would you like to join them?" asked Lisa.

   "Do you mean...," I couldn't even get the words out of my mouth.

   "Yes, that's exactly what I mean.  If you want, we can go upstairs and
fool around with them.  If you're not comfortable with that, that's fine."

   "And the kids would be all right with that?" asked Josh.

   "Well, that's up to them, but I can't imagine them objecting."

   "And what about Jennifer?" I asked.  "Would she be all right with it.

   "I haven't asked her, but I'm sure she would be.  You can call her and
ask, and even invite her over."

   Josh and I exchanged a look.  We didn't need to say anything.  We knew
that in a few minutes we'd be upstairs and naked with the neighborhood
kids.

   "Well then, let's go upstairs," I finally said.  Lisa broke out into a
big smile of relief.

   We got out of the pool and dried off, stripping off our bathing suits
before heading indoors.  Lisa took me by the hand and with her other hand
grabbed Josh's hardening cock and led us upstairs.

   The kids had wasted no time.  When we walked into the playroom, Matt was
fucking Emily missionary style and Chris was eating out Rachel.

   "We've got company," Lisa said, announcing our presence.

   Four head turned and in unison broke out into smiles.

   "Cool," said Matt.

   Lisa led the two of us down into the pit, and suddenly there were hands
all over our bodies.  Rachel came up and gave me a deep kiss, while Chris
fondled my ass and nuzzled my neck.

   "Omigod!  It's huge!" yelped Emily.  She had obviously discovered Josh's
cock.

   I looked over and she had dropped to her knees, holding it and admiring
it.  Matt was just staring at it.  For a minute I thought his eyes might
bug out of his head.

   "And it's not even fully erect yet," said Lisa.  "Just you wait, girl."

   I was distracted by Rachel and Chris sucking on my breasts.  A hand, I
think it was Rachel's found my pussy.  I dropped to my knees and laid back,
letting the two teenagers ravage me.  Rachel buried her face in my pussy,
while Chris kissed me, gently, and fondled my breasts.  I was in heaven.  I
reached out and found his cock with my hand, and started pumping it.  I was
in bliss.

   EMILY'S STORY

   Well being caught in the pool by the Taylors from down the street was
kind of embarrassing, but it was no big deal.  I mean it's not like they
had seen me sucking my own brother's cock.  That would have been trouble.
At the time I didn't know that the Taylors were swingers too, but Matt told
me as we were going upstairs that it was cool and that the Taylors had been
playing with his parents the night before.

   Once we got into the playroom we quickly stripped.  We just had our
bathing suits, so that took only a few seconds.  Then we attacked one
another.  Matt was already raging hard and just plowed into my pussy.  It's
a good thing I was already kind of wet, but the suddenness of him entering
me felt good.  He pinned be down and started thrusting away hard.  It even
hurt a little at first, then I realized that I kind of liked it that way. I
started thrusting back with my hips to match Matt's thrusts.  I didn't know
what Chris and Rachel were doing, and I was too busy to care.

   Then I heard Lisa's voice saying something about visitors.  She was
standing there with the Taylors and all three were naked.  Mrs.  Taylor was
pretty, slim with pert breasts and a nicely trimmed snatch.  Mr.  Taylor
was well-built, but not as toned as Chris or James, and I could see he was
well endowed.  This summer was just getting better and better.

   I whispered to Matt, "we can do this anytime.  We need to jump on those
two right now."

   Matt let me up and I sort of ran--God was I eager--up to Mr.  Taylor.  I
gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then I noticed how big his cock
really is.  I think I may have even yelped or said something equally
embarrassing.  I mean it is gigantic.  I remember thinking that there was
no way I was going to get that in my mouth, but that fucking it would be
incredible.  Rachel's strap-on was nearly as big, so I knew that I could
stretch to take this, but it would fill me to overflowing.  I just dropped
to my knees to get a better look at it.

   "Can I touch it?"

   "By all means," says Mr.  Taylor.

   I reached out and took it in my hands.  It was heavy, half-engorged with
blood and it must have held a lot.  I couldn't even wrap my hand around it;
I needed both hands to fully encircle it.  And the head was even bigger.

   "Can I suck it?"

   Mr.  Taylor told me to go ahead.  (I guess I should call him Josh.  I
mean, after you've sucked a man's cock, formalities kind of go out the
window.)

   I started to take the head of that monster into my mouth, but I couldn't
fit it in.  (Later on I would get the hang of sucking it, but that
afternoon it defeated me.  So I took to flicking my tongue across the head
and running it down the underside of the shaft.  A minute later Matt joined
me and the two of us sucked that huge cock.  Matt could actually get quite
a bit of it in his mouth.  Deep throating Josh would be out of the question
for anyone, but Matt managed to get the head in his mouth and slowly worked
his way an inch or two down the shaft, which was an impressive feat.  I
swear, I don't think Matt actually prefers guys, but he's a really good
cocksucker.

   A minute or two later Lisa joined us, diving underneath Josh's legs and
taking his balls into her mouth.  It was getting a little crowded in there,
so I slipped down and started sucking Matt's normal-sized cock.  I could
deep throat that sucker, and it made me feel a little less inadequate.

   I looked up and saw Matt was taking a break from cocksucking and was
kissing his mother.  Josh took the opportunity to lie down, and we all
rearranged ourselves into a daisy chain, with me tackling Josh's cock
again, Matt burying his head in my pussy, Lisa sucking off her son, and
Josh going to town on Lisa's beautiful pussy.

   AMANDA'S STORY

   I was in bliss.  Rachel was making me feel so good, and Chris's hard
cock felt so good in my mouth, but my orgasm was nowhere near coming, which
was just great.  I could enjoy these pleasures for a good long while.  Last
night had taken the edge off, and this afternoon I could take my time and
really enjoy an extended session.  And since these were teenagers, they
probably had boundless energy.

   After a bit Rachel started working her way up my torso, licking and
kissing her way up to my breasts and then on to my neck.  Her hand had
replaced her tongue on my pussy, and she slipped first one and then two
fingers into my vagina, thrusting in and out while her thumb circled my
clit.  Lisa had trained her daughter well.

   "So Amanda, what do you like?" Rachel whispered into my ear.

   "Mmm.  This isn't bad, but I really prefer it a bit rougher."

   "I can do that, but we're still teaching Chris that women aren't fragile
things.  So he's going to be a bit reluctant to really go to town.  Just
keep telling him you want it harder.  Anything else you like?

   "I love a good, hard ass-fucking."

   "We can do that too.  Have you ever had two at once, in both your ass
and pussy?"

   Having this young woman, barely old enough for me to be legally fucking,
talking to me like this was an incredible turn-on.

   "I'd love to try it, but it seems like Josh and Matt are occupied, so I
may just have to make do with Chris here."

   "Oh that's no problem.  I'm good with a strap-on.  Would you like me to
fill your pussy with a cock almost as big as your husband's, while Chris
reams out your ass?

   "Oh, fuck yes."

   Rachel giggled.  One moment she could be the adult seductress and the
next a giggling schoolgirl.  She nibbled on my ear lobe and then started
kissing me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth.  She broke the kiss
after a few minutes, and left to get her strap-on.  So I started sucking
Chris's beautiful cock again to get him ready.

   Chris's cock was really quite nice.  At seven inches long, it was a bit
bigger than average, but not so big as to be uncomfortable.  I could deep
throat it nicely.  It's amazing how quickly that skill comes back after
several years of not using it--there was just no way I could ever deep
throat my husband.  Chris was also the first uncircumcised cock I'd had,
but that didn't seem to make much difference once it was hard.

   I was really enjoying taking that cock into my mouth all the way to the
base and then flicking my tongue along the underside as I withdrew.  Chris
shuddered every time I did that; I guess he liked it too.  But it wasn't
long before Rachel returned, sporting a big strap-on, nearly as big as my
husband's cock.

   "How do we work this?" I asked, unsure how the logistics of a double
penetration worked.

   "I'll lie on my back," said Rachel as she lubed up her silicone cock,
"and you climb on top, cowgirl style.  Then when you're ready, Chris will
take you from behind." She tossed Chris the bottle of lube and lay down.

   I straddled Rachel, positioning her dildo at the opening of my vagina
and slowly lowered myself onto it.  It felt good to be filled like that,
almost like I was riding Josh, that is if he were an nineteen-year-old girl
with big, round breasts.  I pitched forward so I was face-to-face with the
teen, staring into her deep, brown eyes.  Rachel lifted her head a few
inches and we started kissing again, as I gyrated my hips and started to
ride her strap-on.

   That was ecstasy.  I was surprised at how quickly I had taken to fucking
another woman.  But it was just a hint of the pleasure that was to come.

   I felt Chris spread my ass cheeks, and then I felt his tongue flit over
my asshole.  I shuddered.  Then I felt a cold drop of lube on my asshole.
Another shudder.  Then his finger spreading the lube, which was rapidly
warming around my asshole.  Then he slipped a finger in, then two.  He
thrust his hand back and forth, matching my thrusting on Rachel's strap-on.

   After a bit, Chris withdrew his fingers, and I held still, braced for
his cock.  I felt him rubbing it back and forth across my asshole.  Then I
felt him push the head against my opening.  A moment of resistance, and
then he popped the head in.  I gasped with the mix of pain and pleasure. 
Then Chris slowly pushed his cock in an inch, then another.

   "Deeper.  You can go deeper," I said.  "Don't worry, I can take all of
you."

   He slid deeper and I felt his hips press against my ass.  He was all the
way in.

   "Just hold it there a minute."

   I luxuriated in that double filling.  Just being filled like that was
pleasurable.  I twitched with a mini orgasm.  Just a couple of spasms. 
Then I started gyrating my hips again, and Chris started thrusting back and
forth.  Oh my God, it felt so good!

   I felt the orgasm build and, then before I could adjust to slow it, it
washed over me in an explosion of pleasure.  Then two more followed close
behind.  Sometime during the last one Chris came.  I was too involved in my
own ecstasy to notice until his softening dick slipped out of me, and I
felt the trickle of cum slide down between my asscheeks.  I had also bucked
myself off of Rachel's dildo, so we just collapsed in a sweaty heap.

   After a few minutes of just lying there in that tangle of bodies, I
realized that Rachel probably hadn't come.  I started nuzzling her neck and
planting little kisses on her cheek.  She turned her head and I started
deep kissing her mouth as my hand found her pussy.

   She was soaking wet, so excited that it wouldn't take much to bring her
off, and indeed, but the time I slipped to fingers into her and started
rubbing her clit with my palm, the teen started shuddering with an orgasm
too.

   EMILY'S STORY

   As I licked and sucked Josh's huge cock--I was getting better at taking
more of it into my mouth--I decided that I just had to have him in me.  I'd
never had anything remotely that big inside of me in all my eighteen years.
Now I had had only four guys, and two of them were in the room with me, and
while Chris, Matt, and his dad are nice sized, none of them is really huge.
Not like Josh.  I didn't know if I'd be able to take him, but I was
determined to try.

   I looked up to see what Amanda, Rachel, and Chris were doing, and I'll
be damned if she wasn't getting DP'd by those two.  I moved, breaking away
from Matt who had been doing such a nice job getting my pussy nice and
worked up and climbed on top of Josh.

   "Josh, would you fuck me?"

   "Of course."

   "Just go easy.  I've never had anyone nearly as big as you."

   He rolled me over on my back and positioned the head of that huge cock
at the entrance to my vagina.  He rubbed the head up and down, teasing my
clit a bit, until he had got both my inner and outer lips around the head.
Then he started pushing.  At first my pussy rebelled and wouldn't let him
in.  I could feel him pressing against me.  Then it was like a pop and my
lips widened and went around his head.  My pussy was stretched to what
seemed like the limit; it didn't hurt exactly, but it wasn't the most
comfortable feeling.  I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and relaxed.  I
brought my hand to my clit and started rubbing, hoping to distract myself.
It worked.  The tension melted away and Josh pushed deeper.

   He started thrusting back and forth.  Just a little at first.  That felt
really good.  It was amazing.  I didn't even need my hand to rub my clit,
his cock was doing the job.  He kept pushing deeper until the head of his
cock hit my cervix.  That hurt a little and I yelped.  Josh pulled back a
bit and didn't thrust quite so deep again, but he didn't need to.  I was
filled to bursting as it was.

   I just lay back and enjoyed Josh's thrusts.  I started moving in time
with them, gyrating my hips around.  I was just so God damned full.

   I turned my head to see what Matt and Lisa were up to, and they were in
missionary too, with Matt fucking away at his mother.  That sight set me
off and my first orgasm rushed over me.  There is something about watching
a guy fuck his own mother that is so hot.  I quieted down and Josh kept
plowing away.  I felt another orgasm build and wash over me, then another.
As I climbed down from that last one, I saw that Josh was coming, and he
pulled out, still dribbling a little semen from the end of his cock, and
collapsed next to me.

   We kissed for a bit and I rubbed his cock out of appreciation, but he
was spent and wouldn't be rising again, at least not for a while.  Not that
I minded.  I was spent too.  We all were.  I looked over at Amanda, Rachel,
and Chris, and they were in a sweaty pile, and Lisa and Matt were cuddling
too.

   Amanda crawled over and lay down next to her husband.  I figured I'd
best let them have some time together, so I gave Josh a quick kiss, well
actually not all that quick, and went over to lie with my brother.  Rachel
left to cuddle with her mom and brother, and I thought too bad all families
weren't like this.  As I lay in my brother's arms, the stickiness of cum
and sweat covering us, I thought that this was nearly perfect.  The only
thing that was missing was my Dad.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  10: Emily seduces Dad and Stepmom finds out

   EMILY'S STORY

   Ever since we started this family thing, I wanted to bed dad.  I think
most girls have a thing for their fathers.  Not a sexual thing,
necessarily, but a special relationship.  Your dad is the first man in your
life, so of course he's going to be special.  But for me, once the
possibility of family sex opened up, I'd been thinking of sleeping with
dad.

   I mentioned it to Chris, but he shot me right down.  Too dangerous.  But
I figured if I made a pass at him, the worst that would happen is that
there would be a really awkward time between us.  Dad didn't need to know
about the rest of what was going on for me to jump his bones.  And if I
hooked him, once he was committed I could bring him in on the rest.

   It wouldn't be hard to orchestrate.  Dad had gotten a big condo, one
where Chris and I both had our own rooms.  Even though we were technically
adults and the court-ordered visitation following the divorce was over, dad
wanted us to have a place to stay at his place.  Chris and I rarely stayed
there though.  We were at the condo a lot, but it was only across town and
it really didn't make much sense for us to sleep there.  But the option was
there, and I figured it was a good in.  I'd get dad worked up, and them
jump him.

   Laura, his new wife, would be the tricky part.  I obviously couldn't do
it with her around.  And there is no way I wanted her in on this, as if
that would be a possibility anyway.  She's attractive enough and any guy,
or girl who was inclined in that direction, would be happy to bed her, but
I didn't really like her.  There's nothing wrong with her.  I mean, she's
nice enough, and she's always going out of her way to make Chris and me
welcome.  But she broke up my parents' marriage, so there was no way I was
going to like her.  At least not this soon.  I thought that maybe Chris
could seduce her, but that wasn't going to happen.  Chris had flat out said
he wasn't playing, and besides, he felt about her the same way I did.  And
it would be safer to leave her out.  Me making a pass at dad would just be
inappropriate.  If both of us did it, that would obviously be a plan and
that would require a lot of explaining, and that we couldn't afford.

   So the next weekend I decided to make my move.  I went over to dad's
condo Friday evening, just to "hang out." We watched TV, nothing special.
Just a daughter hanging out with her dad and stepmom.  I made sure to
snuggle up to Dad when we were watching the tube.  Nothing really sexual,
just affectionate, my body close to his.  I was hoping to get him worked up
so I could hit on him in the morning.  I knew that Laura and Chris were
going out to play tennis early Saturday morning.  It was part of Laura's
efforts to get closer to us kids.  Once she was out of the house, I'd be
alone with dad.

   Sure enough, it worked.  Chris showed up at about eight, and he and
Laura went off to the tennis courts.  Dad was still in his bedroom, so I
waited until I heard the shower running, then I slipped into the bedroom. I
was so excited, between the fear, the desire, and the prospect of getting
screwed by my dad, I could barely walk across the room.  Without even
touching myself, I could feel that my pussy was soaking wet.  It was even
running down the inside of my thighs.  I wanted to stop and just
masturbate. And I nearly chickened out.  Then I was inside the bathroom.  I
opened the shower door and stepped inside with dad.

   "What?  Was the tennis game cancelled?" asked Dad, obviously thinking I
was Laura.  Then he was like, "Emily!  What are you doing?"

   I just smiled and dropped to my knees and took my first good look at my
dad's cock.  It was a lot like Chris's, good-sized, only circumcised.  I
knew I didn't have much time before Dad stopped me, so I just popped it
into my mouth.

   Dad was flustered and kept trying to say something, but he couldn't get
a complete sentence out of his mouth.  Meanwhile his cock grew hard in my
mouth.  It tasted good.  After a bit I took it out of my mouth and ran my
tongue along the shaft down to his balls, popping one of those into my
mouth, then the other.  Dad just groaned, mumbling something about it being
wrong, but he wasn't stopping me.  So I went back to sucking his cock. 
About a minute later he moaned, grabbed my head, and spewed semen into my
mouth.  I took a moment to swallow, and kept on sucking, knowing that if
his dick were anything like my brother's he would be supersensitive right
after coming.  Evidently he was, emitting a few yelps of pain mixed with
pleasure.  I finished up by looking up into his eyes while I continued to
run my tongue around the head of his cock, scooping up the last drops of
cum.

   "What the fuck, Emily?" was all Dad could manage.

   I decided that talking would be a mistake at this point.  I had him
hooked, but I hadn't landed him.

   "That's just the first act, now you've got to take care of my needs,
Dad." I reached over turned off the water, took him by the hand, and led
him out of the shower.

   I thought about using a towel to dry us off, but that would take time.
And in time he would calm down and start thinking clearly.  So I just kept
walking us into the bedroom, figuring that if the sheets got a little wet,
no one would care.  Besides, if we did this right they'd have to be washed
anyway.

   When we got to the bed that he and my stepmother slept in, I pushed him
onto it.  He was like putty in my hands.  I straddled him and lowered my
pussy onto his face.  He went to town, alternating between sucking on my
clit and thrusting his tongue into my vagina.  He had a way licking my clit
from the inside that was just to die for.  I haven't had all that many
partners, but Dad was the best pussy licker I'd experienced, except for
maybe Rachel, who is totally into it.

   It didn't take long.  I just closed my eyes and thought that this was my
father pleasuring me, and I started bucking and gushing.

   I was tempted to just slide off dad and curl up, but I knew I needed to
stay in control.  So I lifted myself off his face, stopping the orgasm
before it went too far.  I slid down, laying on top of him, and started
kissing him, tasting my juices on his face.  My God, this was so hot. 
Finally, I spoke.

   "I've wanted to do that for a while."

   "But we shouldn't have, you're my daughter."

   "That's what makes it so hot.  Now I know where Chris gets his talent
from."

   Dad was silent for moment.  Then, "you mean you and your brother..."

   "Yeah, we've been fucking for a few weeks now." I figured it would be
best not to mention what we'd been doing with Mom, at least not yet.  That
could wait that until later.

   "I don't know what to say."

   "Don't say anything.  I just want to find out if you're as good at
fucking as you are at licking pussy.  Are you ready to fuck your daughter?
Oh, you almost are," I said as I reached down and grabbed his cock, which
had become semi-erect.  I stroked it a few times, getting it rock hard.

   I rolled over on my back, pulling my father on top of me.

   "C'mon Daddy, fuck me."

   That's all it took.

   "So you really want to be fucked?" he asked me.

   I nodded, biting my lower lip.

   Suddenly Dad pinned my shoulder down with one hand, and he positioned
his cock at the opening to my pussy with the other.  Then he thrust forward
violently.  My lips resisted for a moment, then opened up to him and he
thrust deep.

   Dad fucked me hard.  I couldn't move my upper body because he had me
pinned down by the shoulders, but I could thrust back with my hips.  I knew
I would be sore later, maybe a even a little bruised, but I didn't care. 
It felt so good to have my father plowing into me.  Dad was like a wild
man. I think I had three orgasms; he just kept going.  I was screaming my
head off with pleasure.  Finally, I noticed that he was tensing up.  Dad
let out a few grunts and came into my pussy.  He rolled off me.

   I took a few moments to just breathe, and then leaned over and started
kissing him.  I'd kissed my Dad before, of course, but never like this. 
Before it had been affection; this was intimacy.

   "I was going to ask if it was good for you too," I said, finally
breaking the kiss and the silence.  "But it's pretty obvious it was." I
could feel his cum running down my thigh.  I shivered with the thought that
it was my Dad's cum.

   Dad suddenly looked worried.

   "Dad, I know what you're thinking.  But it's cool.  We're just having
some fun.  I've discovered this whole new thing that is sex, and I want you
to be part of it.  It doesn't change the fact that we're father or
daughter. And it doesn't have to be weird."

   I told him about how I had begun to fuck Chris.  And I told him about
the Giamattis and the Taylors, leaving out their names for the moment, just
saying they were "neighbors." I mentioned that Mom was fucking the
neighbors too, and I think Dad made the connection and guessed that Chris
and I were fucking her too.  I'm not sure whether that reassured him or
frightened him more, maybe a bit of both.  I told him that I didn't know
where this was going, or if it would be a good idea to continue.  Maybe I
could introduce him, or him and Laura, to the neighbors.  I said I didn't
expect him and Mom to begin fucking again--although I think I secretly
hoped that.  I mean what kid doesn't want her divorced parents to get back
together.  And I also said that if he didn't want to do this again with me,
that was cool.  I had kind of jumped him.  Hell, I damn near raped him. 
But that I really wished he would continue to fuck me.  It was a really
good talk, probably the first my Dad and I had as equals.

   All the while we were talking, we were running our hands over each
other's bodies.  I took to stroking his penis, and sure enough, after a bit
it started to get hard again.  We were ready for round two, only I wanted
it slower this time.  So I went down, took him in my mouth to get him
really hard, and then climbed on top.

   LAURA'S STORY

   I've always been very open sexually, but incest was never something I
thought much about, except that it was something abusive creeps did.  I've
had my share of wild sex, but nothing near as wild as what I experienced
after I discovered my husband in bed with my step-daughter.

   I never considered myself a slut, but had slept with a fair number of
men casually.  I'd even been in a couple of threesomes.  One was with two
gay friends in college who wanted to see what it was like with a woman. 
That didn't work out so well.  I mean it was okay, but really awkward. 
They did their best, but it was clear that they just weren't turned on by
me.  We remained friends but never tried sex after that one time.  Then
before I met Jason, I was a third in an poly relationship, a married couple
who invited me into their bed on occasion.  That was great.  They were very
loving and respectful, but the sex stayed casual.  No deep emotional bonds
other than the pre-existing friendship.  Even the sex with a woman was
good. I discovered that I was a bit bi, although definitely preferring men.
That semi-regular threesome ended when Jason and I got serious.  (But we're
all friends still.) I figured that I'd be up for doing something like that
with Jason in the future if he wanted to.  But for the next few years I
wanted him all to myself.  I had no idea I would be getting into swinging
or polyamory or whatever you call it so soon.

   But that didn't prepare me for what I saw that morning.

   I'd finally gotten to a place where Jason's kids were accepting me. 
That was important to me.  I knew that I'd broken up his first
marriage--yes, there were troubles before I came along, but I've got no
illusions about my role in the break up.  Jason and I were in this for the
long haul, and I really wanted his kids to be okay with me being in their
father's life.  I didn't want to be the bitch-monster who stole their
father away.

   But anyway, the kids were hanging around our condo more that summer. 
I'd even started a regular Saturday morning tennis game with Chris.  The
women I usually play with in the winter aren't around in summer, and with
Chris being home from college he could fill the gap.

   I will admit the evening before I'd been a bit weirded out by Emily. 
She was awfully close to her father--I mean physically close.  It seemed a
bit strange and inappropriate, the way she was pressing her breasts against
him while we watched TV, but I didn't say anything.  I guess I figured she
was just an eighteen-year-old girl who wanted some affection from her
daddy. I understood that.  Besides, I wasn't about to say anything that
might reopen the rift that had been starting to close.

   But that Saturday when Chris and I got to the court, it was just too hot
to play.  Even at eight in the morning.  The day would be a scorcher.  So
we played one set, that Chris handily won.  (He really is much better than
me, but we still have fun on the court.) And we headed back home early.

   When we got there, Chris headed into the kitchen to get some water, and
I went upstairs to take a shower.  But when I opened the bedroom door I was
greeted with the sight of my husband fucking another woman.  I was stunned.
I was about to say something, to scream at him, to tell that bitch to get
the hell out of my bed, and how dare she fuck my husband in it.  (I said I
was open to the idea of sex with other people; I was not open to Jason
fucking around behind my back.) But before I could get any words out, I
recognized the other woman was Emily.  I was dumbfounded.  I knew how to
react to another woman.  I didn't know what to do when that other woman was
my step-daughter and my husband's daughter.

   I just stood there, not saying anything, unable to move.  I just watched
Emily grind away on top of Jason.  Then I noticed a familiar warm feeling
start to well up from my gut.  I was starting to get turned on.  This was
wrong in so many ways, but it was exciting.  My hand, as if of its own
accord moved over and started rubbing my pussy through my tennis skirt and
panties.  I shouldn't be doing this.  I shouldn't be turned on.  But I was.
If I wasn't going to step in and stop this, I knew I should leave before I
was spotted, but I couldn't move.

   Then I'm pretty sure Emily saw me.  She was riding cowgirl on top of
Jason and facing the door where I was standing.  Jason couldn't see me
unless he craned his head back deliberately to look, but Emily only had to
open her eyes.  She looked in my direction for a moment, and a slight smile
crept over her face, but I couldn't be sure he she had actually recognized
me standing there.

   Then I felt two hands on my shoulders and Chris's head leaning into
mine.

   "If you're not going to stop them, maybe you should let them be."

   "What?" I wasn't thinking clearly.  The words came through but I didn't
process them.

   "Come with me," said Chris, taking me by the hand and leading me into
his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

   "We should talk," he said.

   "What's going on?  I did see Emily and Jason fucking, didn't I?  Did you
know about this?  How long has this been going on?" the questions just
streamed out of my mouth.  I didn't give Chris a chance to respond.

   "Hold on.  Hold on.  I think this is the first time that Emily and Dad
have ...  fucked." Chris almost couldn't get that last word out.  "She said
something to me earlier this week about wanting to sleep with Dad."

   "So you knew they were going to.  Did your father plan this too?"

   "I didn't know they were going to.  Emily just told me she wanted to.  I
don't think Dad knew anything about it.  I'll bet that Emily just jumped
him.  It's kind of hard to resist her when she does that."

   I started to read between the lines.  "So you're sleeping with your
sister too."

   "Yeah...for about a few weeks now.  It's all pretty new for us.  I told
Emily that sleeping with Dad was probably not a good idea, but she doesn't
always listen or think things through."

   "I'm going to put a stop to this right now." I said it, but I wasn't
sure if I meant it.

   "Well, you can, but maybe it'd be better to wait, calm down, and talk
this through later on.  Besides, from what I saw you were pretty turned on
by it.  I'm not saying that this should continue, but maybe you want to
leave the door open for exploring the opportunity."

   "What do you mean?  It's just wrong..."

   "You were the one with your hand down your pants while you were watching
them."

   I didn't know what to say.  I just stood there.

   "I'm not saying that you have to approve," Chris continued when it was
obvious I wasn't going to say anything.  "Just don't freak out and fly off
the handle.  Talk to Dad about it first.  Let the two of you, and maybe
Mom, decide what to do."

   For a nineteen-year-old kid, he made a lot of sense, although the
prospect of talking to Jennifer about my husband cheating on me with their
daughter didn't thrill me.  So the two of us waited for the pair to finish
up in the bedroom.  It was awkward, sitting there with Chris, knowing that
he was fucking his sister and his sister was fucking their dad, my husband.

   Emily was the first to come down the stairs.  Chris quickly spirited her
off before I could say anything to her.  Then Jason came down.  We had a
lot to talk about.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  11: Johannson family orgy

   CHRIS'S STORY

   I had to tell Mom, of course, before she was blindsided by Laura.  I
told her everything, including the fact that Laura was turned on by what
she saw.  I figured her knowing that might help.  Mom was furious with
Emily, and with me for not warning her what Emily was thinking, but mostly
with Emily.  She wasn't relieved by the fact that neither of us had said
anything about sleeping with her.  She knew that it would have to come out.
There were a lot of phone calls back and forth, and then Mom left for Dad's
apartment to have the conversation about what to do about "the situation."

   She didn't get back until late that night, and then she wouldn't talk to
us about it.  Emily and I were going nuts.  Emily knew she'd really fucked
up and was really upset.  I ended up sleeping with her that night, no sex,
just sleep.  That was something we normally didn't do and was against "the
rules"--Mom rationalized that sex was one thing, but she didn't want us
getting more emotionally intimate than a brother and sister would normally
be.  It was a pretty good rule, actually, but tonight Emily really needed
somebody.  She was a wreck.

   That morning there was another phone call between Mom and Dad, and then
she called us into the kitchen and sat us down.

   "I'm not going to lecture you on what you did wrong," Mom started off.
"Emily, you know why what you did was a very risky act.  And Chris, you
know that you should have warned me that Emily was thinking about it.  It's
one thing to have sex with someone outside the family, but someone close
can only be brought in if we all agree.  We all suffer if it goes badly."

   Mom was silent for a moment.

   "Fortunately, your father and Laura were very understanding.  Very
understanding.  And I have to congratulate you, Chris.  Whatever you said
to Laura had an effect.  She's upset, but not really angry.  And your
father is mostly embarrassed."

   I could feel the weight being lifted off Emily.  She sort of just melted
into the chair in relief.

   "But I did have to tell them all about us."

   "But neither of us said anything about you," I said.

   "I know, but it would have come out.  I couldn't have let Emily take all
the blame.  I also explained all about the neighbors.  I brought them in to
seal the deal."

   Emily and I exchanged a quizzical look and then just stared back at Mom,
confused.

   "Your Dad and Laura want to join in our little family fun," Mom finally
explained.  "That's what took so long last night.  We were discussing all
that has been happening and exploring whether or not we should continue
this and whether they would join in if we did.  They decided to sleep on
it, and that phone call a few minutes ago was your father telling me that
he and Laura would like to join our group."

   I was shocked.  Emily was visibly delighted.

   "In fact, they're going to come over after dinner for our first joint
session."

   This was just too much for Emily.  She had gone from sheer terror at the
prospect of her life being ruined to ecstasy at the thought of fucking both
Mom and Dad together.  She just started crying.  As for me, I thought it
was cool.  I had figured that we couldn't keep doing this without Dad
finding out, anyway.  And Laura was pretty hot.  But I realized that this
could be really weird for Mom.

   "Are you okay with this, Mom?"

   "It's going to be awkward.  I had resigned myself to the fact that your
Dad and I were done.  And we're still not getting back together--I want to
be clear about that.  Your Dad and Laura are still very much a couple.  But
I'm not mad at your Dad about the adultery anymore, and I think we will be
able to engage in a little sex play with no strings attached.  The thing
that will be difficult for me is Laura.  I still feel betrayed by her.  I
don't know how I'm going to handle that."

   I went over and hugged her.

   "You're going to handle it just fine, Mom."

   Needless to say, the rest of the day was as nerve wracking as the
previous night.  Only Emily and I weren't dreading what would happen.  It
was like being a little kid again on Christmas Eve, so excited about the
prospects of Santa coming that you couldn't think straight.

   We had a light dinner, salads and sandwiches.  We'd already learned that
eating heavily before sex wasn't a good idea.  And then we all retreated to
our respective rooms to get changed.  Emily and I fought over who got to
use the shower first.  We may have been fucking, but we were still a
brother and sister.  And I guess the prospect of having Mom and Dad in the
same room again brought out the sibling rivalry.  Then I had trouble
figuring out what to wear, even though I kept telling myself that it didn't
matter.  I wouldn't be wearing it for long.

   Still, with all the rush I was ready long before Dad and Laura showed
up. So I had half an hour more of nerve wracking anticipation before I
heard their car pull into the driveway.

   Emily was down the stairs in a flash, opening the door before Dad and
Laura got to it.  I joined her as Dad and Laura came inside.

   Emily gave Dad a kiss, a rather chaste one on the cheek.

   "Hello, Emily," said Laura forcing a smile.  That wasn't at all awkward.
Then she saw me and her smile brightened.  She took a few steps closer and
said to me in a low voice, "I have to thank you for intervening yesterday.
I would have handled this very badly otherwise."

   "Hello, Laura.  Hello, Jason." Mom had joined us.  She was smiling. 
Faking it much better than Laura.  Or at least I think she was faking it. I
knew she was both torn and excited.

   "Let's just admit that this is going to be a bit awkward for all of us,"
Mom continued, and as she said it, I could see both Dad and Laura visibly
relax.  "Why don't we have some wine and loosen up a bit first, and see how
it goes."

   We went into the living and I steered Emily to sit on the couch next to
me.  I didn't think it was a good idea to have her close to Dad, at least
not yet.  It might give Laura some second thoughts.  Mom poured everyone a
glass of red wine.  It was the first alcohol that our parents had served
Emily and me.  We weren't twenty-one yet, but I guess Mom figured that if
we were old enough to fuck with the family, we were old enough to drink
with it.

   The conversation that followed was supremely weird.  I don't remember
what anyone said, but it was all just small talk.  No one mentioned the
events of last night or what we'd all come here to do tonight.  It was just
like an ordinary family get together, with some tension between the three
reconciling after a messy divorce.

   I couldn't take it any longer.  I was sitting near Laura, so I leaned in
and said quietly, but evidently loud enough that the others could hear,
"Laura, have you ever had group sex before?"

   There was silence around the room for a moment, and then Laura responded
in the same low voice pretending to be private, "Well, before I met your
father, I was a third in a semi-regular threesome, but nothing like what I
think we're going to do tonight."

   "Don't worry about," piped in Mom.  "You'll feel a bit uncertain at
first, but you'll quickly take to it.  Everyone I've seen has been that
way."

   That broke the dam, and suddenly everyone was talking about sex.  Mom
was telling Dad that I was really good lover.  Which made me feel really
good, and Laura shot me a wink when she heard it.  Emily was excitedly
describing Josh Taylor's huge dick to Laura.  Dad started asking Emily and
Mom how we all started to fuck each other.  He'd heard a lot of it last
night, but evidently not the sexy details, which Mom was glad to supply. 
It was strange, but not in the weird way that we had been talking before,
to hear Mom and Dad talking openly and explicitly about sex.

   Emily had moved to get into Mom and Dad's conversation and Laura got up
and sat down next to me on the couch.

   "I really do want to thank you again for what you said to me yesterday,"
Laura said to me.  "I was so upset and confused I wasn't thinking straight.
But I didn't realize that I was probably more upset by the fact that I was
turned on by your father was sleeping with Emily than any infidelity.  You
pointed that out to me and gave me a chance to cool down and start
thinking."

   "I'm happy to have helped."

   "I'm sort of hoping that we'd be able to get together tonight," she
said, putting her hand on my thigh.  "Is that in the cards?"

   "Of course." I leaned in to kiss her and was pleased, but not surprised,
to find the kiss returned enthusiastically.

   I lost myself in that kissing for a while.  When I came up for air, I
saw Dad macking on Mom, and Emily unzipping his trousers.  So I started
unbuttoning Laura's blouse, and then taking off her bra, revealing two of
the most fantastic breasts I've ever seen.  Perfectly proportioned and
hanging with just the right firmness, capped with two dark pink areolas.  I
couldn't resist and took one into my mouth.

   But I didn't keep it there for long.  I knew that Laura was still kind
of upset with Emily, and I figured that Mom and Dad needed to work out some
stuff on their own.  So I stood up and led Laura into the middle of the
floor.  And at the same time I grabbed Emily's hand, separating her mouth
from Dad's cock, and brought her along with us.

   LAURA'S STORY

   I won't bore you with all the details of what Jason and I talked about
after I caught him fucking his daughter Emily.  But to sum up, I let him
explain what had happened, which pretty much confirmed Chris's account;
Emily had simply jumped him.  I asked if he'd harbored any incestuous
thoughts, and Jason honestly admitted that the thought had crossed his mind
now and again, but he'd never seriously lusted after Emily.  I saw how
guilty he felt, so I fessed up and admitted that what I'd scene had gotten
me pretty hot, so he shouldn't beat himself too bad.  Emily was a beautify,
lusty girl.

   We had just moved on to the issue of trust and how we could get past
this, when Jennifer called, saying she needed to come over to talk about
what had happened.  Jason and I braced for the storm, and I determined to
stand by him against Jennifer.  It was particularly nerve-wracking for me
because not only was Jennifer my former boss, but we hadn't spoken since
she discovered that Jason and I were having an affair.  I didn't know what
resentment she harbored over that.

   But to our surprise, Jennifer wasn't angry, and she said she knew that
Emily was mostly to blame, although Jason had some culpability of course.
She told us that she wasn't surprised, and that Emily was a pretty wild. 
Jason mentioned that we should find a way to make sure that Emily
understood that what had happened between Emily and him and between Emily
and Chris was very wrong, and that we should find a way to move on, but
Jennifer dropped the bomb.  She admitted that she'd been having sex with
both kids.  She said that Jason would find out eventually, so she might as
well get it out in the open.

   Jason and I were stunned into silence.

   Then Jennifer suggested that we might want to continue it.  That maybe
Jason and I would be interested in more sex with Chris and Emily.  She said
she wasn't asking to start having sex with Jason again, although she would
be willing to in a group context, but that it might be a way to get past
the animosity of the divorce.

   We talked about swinging, and for the first time I contributed to the
conversation, telling Jason what I knew about how it worked.  I had long
ago told Jason that I'd fooled around with a swinging couple before I'd met
him, so that was not surprise to him.  But it did get a rise out of
Jennifer, who had no idea.  Jason and I had casually talked about getting
involved in swinging eventually, and this would just be accelerating the
schedule a bit.  Frankly, it would be flooring the accelerator and pumping
nitrous into the carburetor.

   Well, you know how it turned out.  Our libidos got the better of us, and
we ended up at Jennifer's place the next night.  As expected, it was
awkward at first, but a little alcohol and we started talking.  And without
planning anything, I found that Chris and I had sort of paired off and had
started kissing.

   He was a good kisser.  And my God, what a body.  His father is well
built, but Chris could be a gay cover model, broad shoulders, tapered body,
and six-pack abs.  I had always liked to look at him, but had never dreamed
that anything physical could ever happen between us.  Plus he took charge,
which really turned me on.  I've got a submissive streak, and while I've
never been interested in hardcore S&M, I like a man to take me.  He had
taken off my top and bra, and moved us when he really shocked me by
grabbing Emily's hand and pulling her over to us.

   Emily, who had begun to suck Jason's cock while he and Jennifer were
kissing, emitted a little chirp of disappointment at leaving her father's
cock behind.  But she smiled and dropped right down and started kissing me
while Chris stripped off his own clothes.

   I'd only been with one woman before, and that was a while ago.  Shelly,
the other woman in the poly couple I'd been with, was gentle, slow, and
sensuous.  But Emily was fast and eager.  She positively attacked my mouth
and breasts, moving back and forth between them.  I could see why Jason
couldn't resist her yesterday.

   Then I felt my legs being spread apart and Chris's breath on my pussy.
Then his tongue parting my lips and running up to lap at my clit.  My lust
had been building since I'd seen Jason fucking Emily the day before, and I
hadn't had any release.  I just exploded in a mini-orgasm at his first
touch.  It wouldn't be the last of the evening.

   Somewhere along the way, Emily had slipped out of her clothes and was
shoving one of her breasts into my mouth, which I eagerly accepted.  And
Chris kept lapping away.  I managed a glance over at my husband and saw his
ex-wife had taken over the cock-sucking duties that Emily had been pulled
away from.  A pang of jealousy and fear that I might lose him to this woman
he had once loved ran through me, but that only fueled my lust and made me
hotter.  I needed a cock.

   So reluctantly, I abandoned Emily's breast and maneuvered to take
Chris's cock into my mouth.  It was already hard.  It was a lot like his
father's, only uncircumcised.  The head was poking out the foreskin, so I
pushed the rest of the foreskin back and licked at the head.  I swirled my
tongue around the hole and then around the rest of the head.  His father
loved this, so I figured Chris would probably love it too.  Evidently he
did because he let out a groan.  So I plunged it into my mouth, taking all
seven inches at once, and started sucking it in earnest.

   Chris and Emily maneuvered into a daisy chain, with me sucking Chris's
cock, Chris lapping away at Emily's pussy, and Emily diving into mine. 
Chris didn't last long.  I think had been thinking about tonight all day
long, and he was as excited as me.  I just drank it down.  And amazingly he
didn't get soft.  I mean, he softened a little, but he stayed mostly erect,
so I just kept sucking and soon he was rock hard again.

   But Emily's licking was taking its toll on me, and in a moment I was
shuddering in an orgasm, a big one this time.  It lasted for a while, and I
had to pull away from Emily because every touch of her tongue was just too
deliciously agonizing.

   The brother and sister team didn't really give me a break.  As soon as
I'd caught my breath, I felt Chris slipping his cock into my pussy.  I
shuddered again as I was still pretty sensitive down there, but not like I
had been a minute ago.  And before I could lean back and just enjoy Chris
slamming in and out of me, Emily plopped her pussy right down on my face.
She was wet and slick from Chris's licking and tasted clean and good.

   Emily leaned down into a sixty-nine and licked my clit and Chris's cock
as it thrust in and out.  God, it felt so good.

   "Laura, it's too bad you can't see this.  Chris fucking you looks
fantastic up close like this," Emily said taking a break from the licking
for a moment.

   I really wished I could see it, but my face was buried in Emily's pussy.
Maybe I'd see Chris pounding his sister from up close a little later on. 
That thought, of the brother and sister fucking, brought me to orgasm
again. Emily came too, soaking my face with her juices, and I think,
although I couldn't be sure, Chris came at the same time too.

   JASON'S STORY

   I can't believe how fast it happened.  Just yesterday morning, I'd been
fucking my daughter, and now she was sucking me off again while I kissed my
ex-wife, and across the room my son was necking with his stepmother.

   That configuration didn't last long.  Chris grabbed Emily and dragged
her off to fuck Laura, leaving Jennifer and me.

   "Kind of like old times," Jennifer said to me.  "Would you like me to
take up where our daughter left off?"

   "Please," was all I could manage to say.

   Jennifer had always been good at sucking cock.  There was a period
during the last few years of our marriage where our sex life had all but
vanished, but now it was like we were twenty again, only more experienced.

   She sucked me for a while, then we shed our clothes and I went down on
Jennifer.  I was surprised to find she was shaved down there, with only a
neatly cropped triangle of hair covering her mons.

   "Yeah, I discovered that the hair just gets in the way," Jennifer said.
"A lot has changed with me over the last year."

   I just smiled and started licking.  She tasted as good as ever.  Now
don't get me wrong.  I love sex with Laura.  She's a great lover, better
than Jennifer actually, although I was about to discover Jennifer had
vastly increased her repertoire since our divorce.  But Jennifer was my
first great love, and we had eighteen years together, and sometimes you
miss that, no matter how great in bed your current wife is.

   After a few minutes Jennifer said, "Enjoyable as this is, I really want
you inside me."

   As I started to move on top into missionary position, she said, "No,
lets spoon, so we can both watch our kids fuck their stepmother."

   This was when it first hit me that Jennifer had really changed, or at
least discovered something about herself.  Our sex life had been good, but
it was very vanilla.  Oral and fucking, and maybe some costumes and role
play on special occasions.  She'd never shown any interest in anything
kinky.  And neither did I, for that matter.  Our sex life dying was as due
as much to my lack of imagination as it did to her lack of interest in
anything new.  Laura was more on the kinky side, and she'd opened my eyes
to what was possible, and I guess that Jennifer had had her eyes opened
too.

   So we lay on our sides, with me positioned behind her, and I slipped
into her pussy.  We started moving back and forth, quickly reestablishing
the rhythm that had become second nature during our marriage.  I fondled
her breasts, tweaking her nipples while we watched Emily, Chris, and Laura
in a daisy chain, pleasuring each other.  We watched my wife suck her
stepson to orgasm, and then watched as Chris started fucking his stepmom,
and Emily straddled her stepmom's face.  My hand slipped down to rub
Jennifer's clit, but her own hands had beat me to it.

   "Harder, make me cum," Jennifer told me, so I increased the pace
slapping in and out of her.

   I lost track of what the others were doing trying to keep myself from
going over the falls with the increased friction.  Jennifer's pussy felt as
good as I remembered it.  Pretty soon Jennifer began yelping as little
convulsions started, which I knew from experience would lead to bigger
ones. I only had to hold on for a few more moments.  Then Jennifer started
spasming and yelling as her orgasm swept over her.  She calmed down and
just seemed to collapse, not moving except for her pussy muscles, which
insistently kept milking my cock, bringing me to completion.

   LAURA'S STORY

   The three of us collapsed in a heap.  Chris had come; I could feel his
cum running down my leg.  After a moment or two I repositioned myself so I
was sitting with my back against the couch watching my husband fuck his
ex-wife.  Chris moved up and started sucking my nipples, and Emily leaned
against me and put my arm around her, as she watched her parents go at it.

   "God, that is so sexy," said Emily.  "Watching your parents fuck is kind
of cool.  I thought I'd be grossed out by it.  But it's not like that at
all."

   I gave her a little squeeze.  Chris stopped his sucking to watch too,
and three of us saw both his parents cum, and cum hard.

   Emily slipped out from under my arm, and I'll be damned if she didn't go
over and start to suck my husband's cum out of Jennifer's pussy.  Then she
and Jennifer started kissing, swapping the gooey cum back and forth,
putting on a little show for all of us.  The expression on Jason's face
alone was worth it.

   But then I was interrupted by Chris, who started kissing me.  And pretty
soon we were back where we started, only this time it didn't have the
passionate insistence of foreplay, but the slow, sensuousness of
post-coital bliss.  It was very nice.  I couldn't believe how Chris, at
only nineteen years old, could have become such a good lover.  The only
explanation that came to mind was that Jennifer must be a very good
teacher.

   I don't know how long we were kissing, but it was a while, when we were
interrupted by someone grabbing my hair and yanking my head away from
Chris. It was Jennifer.  She had grabbed my hair by the roots, so it didn't
really hurt, but it sure got my attention.

   "Okay, bitch," said Jennifer.  "Now you're going to be punished for
taking my husband away from me."

   Now, logically I knew that I really had nothing to fear.  If she had
really wanted revenge, we all wouldn't have been fucking a few minutes
before, and besides, she wasn't going to really hurt me in front of her
children.  But that didn't mean that a wave of terror didn't pass through
me.  I had dreaded a confrontation with my old boss, and here she was
giving it to me.

   "Now, I'm going to fuck you while you watch your husband fuck his two
children.  You don't have a choice in that.  But I am going to give you a
choice.  I can fuck you in the pussy with this," and she held up a massive
cock-shaped dildo.  I mean massive.  It must have been twelve inches long
and really thick.  It was a monster.  "Or I can fuck you in the ass with
this," and she held up a smaller, but still pretty-good sized anal dildo.
"Which will it be?"

   I didn't say anything.

   "C'mon bitch, which is it?"

   The big dildo really scared me.

   "The ass," I whispered.

   "I didn't hear you."

   "I ...  I want you to fuck me in the ass," I said, getting the words out
a bit louder.

   "Okay, then.  Chris, go over and you and your dad fuck your sister."
Then she proceeded to put the anal dildo on a harness and strapped it on.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, bitch?" she said, half
question and half threat.

   "Yes."

   "Good, so I won't have to go so slow.  Get on your elbows and knees."

   She started slathering copious quantities of lube all over the dildo.  I
did as she commanded, and I watched Chris go over and start kissing Emily
as her father started eating her out.

   Then I felt lube being poured all over my ass crack, and one of
Jennifer's fingers spreading it around my sphincter, and then suddenly one
of her fingers was inside, working the lube up into my rectum.  Then a
second finger, probing and loosing up my asshole.

   After a few minutes the fingers were withdrawn and I felt the thicker
head of the dildo pressing against my asshole, slowly forcing my sphincter
open.  Despite her threats, she was not going quickly.

   "I'm not hurting you, am I?" Again, more a threat than a question.

   "No."

   "Damn, I'll have to go harder."

   But she didn't, and I finally realized that the talk was just that.  She
might still resent me a little, which gave the words a real edge, but she
wasn't really going to hurt me, and I really knew that if I asked her to
stop, she would.

   While Jennifer didn't start slamming me harder, that didn't mean she
stopped.  Soon two inches of the dildo were inside, then three, the whole
thing just slid in.  God, it felt good to have that pressure in my rectum.
It made everything down there all the more sensitive.  Then Jennifer
started moving it in and out, fucking me for real, and the stimulation
around my anus combined with the alternating filling and voiding feeling to
put me in heaven.

   I slipped my hand down to my clit, adding that rubbing to attention
Jennifer was paying to my rear, and I watched Emily climb atop her father
and impale herself on his cock.  Then Chris came up behind and started
fucking Emily in the ass.  That little girl was getting DP'd by her brother
and father.

   "I've got a vibrator if your hand isn't enough," Jennifer whispered in
my ear.

   "No ...  I got it," was all I could squeeze out, and Jennifer went back
to her rhythm, picking up the pace a bit.  And pretty soon she was slamming
me hard, as she had promised.  Really hard.  It had just taken her time
working up to it.  And my god was the wait worth it.

   Then I lost it.  I came and I came big.  Then I blacked out.

   I awoke in my Jason's arms, the kids around us.

   "We were worried about you for a minute.  Are you okay," Jason asked.

   "Yes, my God that was fantastic.  How long was I out?"

   "Not long, not even a minute I think."

   "We have to do this again.  Not tonight, I mean.  But again."

   "Don't worry.  We will," said Emily.

   She curled up next to me.  And that felt really good.  I was part of the
family now.

   Then I noticed we weren't alone.  There was a pretty girl sitting next
to Jennifer.

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  This is Rachel from next door.  She sometimes joins in
our fun," said Jennifer, noticing my confusion.

   "I'm sorry.  I caught the last few moments of your show," said Rachel.
"I didn't realize you were all coming over tonight.  I hope you don't
mind."

   "Rachel is very discreet," said Jennifer.  "Rachel, help me in the
kitchen.  I think everyone needs something to drink." And the two of them
left for the kitchen.

   The four of us remaining just lay together in blissful silence.  Not
moving.  Not wanting to move.  Until Jennifer and Rachel came back with
pitchers of water and lemonade, and we all realized how thirsty we were.

   Jennifer explained that Rachel was one of the neighbors that played with
them.  She had told us that some of the neighborhood families were
involved, but hadn't told us who.  Now she filled us in on some of the
details.

   Finally Jennifer told us she was exhausted and going to bed.  We were
welcome to stay in the guest bedroom; she'd made it up in case we wanted
to. She kissed Jason and the kids good night, and then came over and gave
me a deep French kiss.

   "It really is so lovely to have you with us, Laura."

   Then I got the biggest shock of the night as Jennifer took Rachel by the
hand and they went upstairs to her bedroom.  I had no idea.

   I was exhausted too, probably more than Jennifer, and the offer of a bed
was tempting.  But Jason and I had things to talk about, and I figured it
was better if we spent some time alone together after fucking someone else,
even and probably especially, if they were family.  So we kissed the kids
good night too and drove home, knowing that this was just the first of many
such nights to come.



   The Neighborhood Ch.  12: The block party

   CHRIS'S STORY

   Toward the end of that summer things came to head with Nicole, my
girlfriend.  Everything was falling into place for me sexually.  I was
having great sex with my family and the neighbors and also with Nicole. 
And all the sex I was having with everyone else made the sex with Nicole so
much better.  I learned so much that summer, and she got the benefit of it
all.  Of course, Nicole didn't know anything about the others.  Until she
found the panties that is.

   We were fooling around in my bedroom on afternoon.  Nothing serious, or
at least it hadn't gotten serious as we were just starting, when she found
a pair of used panties wadded up in the sheets on my bed.  I'm not even
sure whose they were, probably Emily's.  But Nicole sure as hell knew that
they weren't hers.  I didn't know what to say, and she ended up storming
out of the house crying.

   You might think that it really didn't matter, but I love Nicole.  I
didn't want to break up with her.  And while all the sex with family and
the neighbors was great, it wasn't the same as having a girlfriend.  Not
only is there something more intimate when it's that one special person,
but you do lots of stuff with girlfriends that I couldn't do with my
family. I mean I could bring my Mom to hang out with my other friends and
their girlfriends.

   So I had a talk with Mom about what to do, and we hit upon a plan. 
Actually, it wasn't much of a plan; it was just telling the truth, or part
of the truth at least.  Mom suggested that if I really wanted to keep her
that I tell Nicole that I had been sleeping with Emily, and that they were
her panties.  Nicole would probably be squicked out by my having sex with
my sister, but if I lied and said it was somebody else and I was really
sorry and she took me back, she was bound to find out eventually, and that
would mean an end to the relationship anyway.  But there was a chance that
she wouldn't be squicked out.  She might not see Emily as a threat like
another girl would be.  So just maybe she would get used to the idea.  It
might mean giving up on the family sex and becoming monogamous, but I was
ready to pay that price if I had to.  I really love her.

   But I wouldn't tell her about anyone else.  At least not at first.  That
way if she freaked out and told everyone, the damage would be limited. 
Besides, Emily and I could always deny it.  If Nicole blabbed, we could
just say she was trying to hurt me by making up terrible rumors because I
had cheated on her.  Of course I checked with Emily first and made sure she
was cool about me outing her to Nicole, which she was.

   And Emily also said, "Chris, don't be surprised if Nicole is okay with
all of this.  She really loves you, and with a little time and
understanding I'll bet she'll come around and accept it.  You'd be
surprised what women will do to keep a man they love."

   It was one of the smartest things Emily had ever said.  My little sister
had grown up.

   So I ended up telling Nicole.

   NICOLE'S STORY

   I didn't return Chris's phone calls or texts for the next couple days.
But he was persistent, not stalkery or anything weird like that, but he
sent me a message a couple of times a day saying he just wanted to talk.  I
was really upset.  And I think it was in realizing how upset and betrayed I
felt that I realized how much I loved him.  Before we even talked I had
decided I'd take him back.  He was a guy.  Guys are dogs.  I couldn't
punish him too much for what he was, or really I couldn't punish myself for
what he was.  Not that there wouldn't have to be some major sucking up,
favors, and ass-kissing on his part, of course.

   So he came over to my house to talk.

   I said I didn't want to know who it was--I figured that would just fuel
my jealousy and make things worse--but I wanted to know if it was a
one-time or ongoing thing and whether or not he loved her.  He said it was
an ongoing thing, but he didn't love her, at least not like he loved me.  I
said that I thought we could work through it.

   But then he said that he had to tell me who it was.  He wanted to be
completely honest and if I knew who it was, I might have a very different
opinion.  And that even if he stopped having sex with her, which he was
willing to do, he couldn't just completely dump her.  So I needed to know.
I had no idea what the hell he was talking about.  Of course he could dump
whoever he was sleeping with.

   But then he said it was Emily.

   I couldn't process it at first.  His sister?  They both seemed so
normal, not hillbillies or perverts.  He wasn't the type of guy who had sex
with his sister.  But it was weird.  I wasn't jealous.  Confused, yes, but
not jealous.  I told him that I needed to think about it.  This was
something I hadn't expected.

   That night I had a lot of thinking to do.  I really loved Chris, and
knew he wasn't sick or perverted.  Strangely, I really wasn't jealous at
all about Emily.  Once I found out it was her, the jealousy just went away.
I guess in my gut I knew that what he and Emily had was nothing at all like
what he and I had.  He couldn't replace me with her.  It was weird, if it
had been some other girl he was sleeping with, it would have been worse. 
I'd already decided that I was okay with Chris and his sister; I just
didn't realize it yet.  It would take some time to get used to the idea was
all.

   That night I just lay in bed.  All I could think about was Chris and
Emily.  Then I started getting that familiar, warm, gnawing feeling in my
gut.  I was getting horny.  I could feel my pussy start to get wet.  All
from just thinking about Chris and his sister together.  I tried to think
about something else, but the images kept coming back.  And I kept getting
hornier.  Finally I gave up and my hand went down to rub my clit, all the
while thinking about Chris and Emily.  I exploded in the biggest orgasm I'd
ever had masturbating.

   I called Chris up the next day and said I wanted to come over and talk,
and he said to come right over.  I didn't let on what I'd decided, which
was kind of cruel of me, I guess.  But he had to pay somehow for keeping
secrets from me.  And besides, I wanted to tell him in person.

   We went to his room, closed the door, and I just flat out told him that
I was okay with sleeping with his sister.  He was so happy.  I think he was
convinced I was going to dump him.

   We started kissing, of course, and one thing led to another.  We quickly
stripped and just fell naked into each other's arms.  We continued to kiss,
and I could feel his cock growing hard against my leg.  I reached down and
gave it a few strokes, and then Chris broke our kiss and moved down to suck
on my nipples.  But he didn't stay there long, and he kept moving down
until he was licking me, eating me out.  I just closed my eyes and enjoyed.


   Then the strangest thing happened.  Images of Chris fucking his sister
started flashing through my brain again.  Normally, when if I fantasize
when I'm with Chris, it's about Chris or, I confess, some other hot guy
fucking me.  But mostly I just think about what's being done to me right
then and there.  That's usually way cooler than anything I can imagine. 
But this was really hot.  Like last night, I couldn't believe how much it
was turning me on, and I just couldn't get it out of my head.

   Chris is a good pussy eater, and he'd been getting better and better
over that summer.  Then I realized it was all the practice he'd been having
with his sister.  And the thought that I was benefiting from his fucking
his sister got me even hotter.  But good as he is, I needed him inside me.

   I grabbed his head and pulled him up to me.  I kissed him hard and said,
"Fuck me.  Fuck me hard." I knew he would be ready.  Eating pussy always
gets him hard without any extra encouragement needed.

   Normally Chris is pretty gentle at first.  If we want it hard, he works
up to it.  But that afternoon he just plunged into me.  He held me down by
my upper arms and just pounded away.  All I could think about was Chris
doing that same hard fucking to his sister.  I came hard.  The best orgasm
ever.  And then again.  And again.  And again.

   I'd never been multi-orgasmic.  All the girls at school talk about
multiple orgasms, but before this it didn't happen with me.  Once or twice,
Chris has given me two in short order, but never more than that.  Mostly
it's just one, and then I'm done for a while.  But this time it was four,
and I think there would have been a fifth if Chris hadn't cum too and gone
soft.

   We were laying there, when a knock came on the door.  Chris just said,
"Come in," without a thought.  We were lying there naked and who knew who
was on the other side of the door.  It was Emily.

   "Hey guys," she said as she plopped down on the bed, laying on the other
side of Chris.  "I just wanted to check that you two were okay.  I can see
that you are."

   I was mortified.  Yes, he'd been fucking her, but I was still getting
used to the idea, and having his sister lying next to the two of us, who
were naked, and chatting was a lot to get used to.  Besides, she had left
the door wide open.  What if Chris's mom walked by.  I'm sure she knew
Chris and I had sex, but knowing it and seeing us lying in bed naked, with
his sister no less, even if she was wearing clothes, would be a whole
nother thing.

   "I just wanted to apologize to you, Nicole," Emily continued.  "I never
meant to come between you and Chris.  I hope you know that.  I was so upset
when I found out I might be the cause of you two breaking up."

   "It's okay, Emily," I said.  "And just so you know, I've told Chris that
if you two want to continue what you've been doing, I'm cool with it."

   "Really!  That's so cool!  Maybe the three of us could play around
sometime.  She reached over and grabbed Chris's cock.  "We could do it now.
From the noise you two were making, you two went at it pretty hard.  It'll
take some work to get him back into form, but Chris is usually up for
seconds."

   I didn't have time to process that Emily was suggesting a threesome when
Mrs.  Johansson walked in.  She had a laundry basket under her arm.

   "Hi, Nicole," she said matter-of-factly.  "Chris, I was going to wash
some sheets, but since it looks like yours will need washing too I'll just
leave all these in the laundry room.  When you're done, just throw all the
sheets into the washer.  I'll put them in the dryer when I get back from
the store." And with that, she walked out.

   Hadn't she noticed Emily in the bed with us with her hand around her
brother's cock.  Yes, Emily was clothed, but we weren't.  And she still had
her hand around Chris's cock now that their mom had left.  She had even
started stroking it.

   "There's some more I need to tell you about our family," Chris said.

   Then he and Emily told me everything.  Not only were they sleeping
together, but they were sleeping with their mom, their dad, and their
stepmom.  And they were swinging with some of the neighbors.  He'd even had
sex with guys.  I was in a daze again.  I'm not sure what was confusing me
more, the confessions of incest and swinging, or the fact that Emily was
matter-of-factly stroking Chris's cock the whole time they were talking. 
It was weird, but the stroking exerted a calming influence on me.  I just
watched her hand move slowing back and forth as I listened.  The measured
rhythm kept me grounded.

   Chris apologized for not telling me everything up front, but he said he
didn't think I could take it all at once.  And there were privacy issues
for other people, if I freaked out and told everyone.  And he was right.  I
don't think I would have accepted it if he'd dropped all those bombs at
once.  I totally would've freaked out and probably told the whole world.

   They paused.

   "Is there anything else you haven't told me?  You haven't made snuff
films or anything like that?"

   "No," he smiled at my lame attempt to defuse the tension.  "You know
everything now."

   "And you've had sex with guys?"

   "Yes.  Does that bother you?"

   "You're not gay and going to leave for some guy three months from now,
are you?"

   "No, I'm not really into guys.  I guess I'm sort of bi since I've done
it, but I'm attracted to women."

   "And you were serious about wanting me to join in the group sex?"

   "Yes, I want to share it with you.  Do you think you'd want to?"

   "I don't know.  I'll have to think about that," I lied.  I could feel my
pussy start to lubricate again at the thought.  I already knew that I would
join in.  "But I'm okay with you doing it, I guess."

   "Look," said Emily, who had been stroking Chris all this while.  "Poor
Chris has been so hard now, for so long.  He must be really suffering.  Do
you want to get him off?  Or do you want to watch me do it?"

   My pussy contracted in a mini-orgasm as she said the part about
watching.

   "I'd like to see you go down on your brother," I blurted out.

   Emily grinned and did just that.

   I watched the blonde swallow all of her brother's cock in one gulp, and
bob her head up and down.  I curled up in Chris's arm and just enjoyed the
show.  It didn't take long for Chris to cum, and Emily caught it all in her
mouth, even ensuring that the few drops that remained at the end of his
penis were scooped up with her tongue.

   Then she really surprised me.  She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. 
As her tongue parted my lips, I could taste Chris's salty cum as she
transferred it to my mouth.  She hadn't swallowed any of it, saving it all
for me.

   Finally, Emily broke the kiss and said, "Thanks, Nicole.  I'll leave you
two alone, now."

   Wow!  I was drained.  But quivering with anticipation.  The last few
days had been an emotional roller coaster, with revelation after
revelation. And it was topped off my first kiss with a girl, in which she
slipped me a load of her brother's cum.  I couldn't do anything except lay
in Chris's arms.

   After a few minutes we got up, got up, and wandered downstairs, after
Chris put the sheets in the washer, of course.  We plopped down in front of
the TV.  Emily joined us, but sat in another chair.  This was so weird. 
Weird because it was normal.  I was just hanging out watching TV with my
boyfriend and his sister, while fifteen minutes ago I had been watching her
suck him off and then exchanged a cum kiss with her.

   Mrs.  Johansson came back, and I started feeling a little uncomfortable
with the fact that she knew that I knew.  I decided to go home, but stopped
in the bathroom first.  As I came out, Chris's mom was outside the door.

   "Nicole, I want to talk with you for a moment."

   "Yes, Mrs.  J.?"

   "Please, call me Jennifer.  Chris has told you everything?

   "Yes, and I'm okay with it.

   "Good.  And he's invited you to join us?"

   "Yes, I'm still thinking about that part," I said, still keeping up the
coy pretense.

   "Good.  Take your time.  There is no pressure and you don't have to do
anything you don't want to.  I just want you to know that."

   "Thanks, I appreciate that."

   "Although I, for one, would really like you to join us." And she leaned
in to me and gave me a kiss.  Not a motherly kiss, but a passionate one.  I
couldn't help but kiss her back.  What was happening to me?

   Now I knew I wanted to do this group/family sex thing with Chris.  It
was no longer because I wanted to keep him as my boyfriend, but I wanted to
do it myself.  Just the thought of it turned me on.  But I was afraid. 
Face it, sex in front of other people is a pretty daunting idea.  I guess
you get used to it, but the first time is downright scary.

   I didn't go back to the Johansson's house that week.  I couldn't trust
myself with Emily and Mrs.  J.  And I didn't want to do anything until I
knew I was ready.  Chris came over every day and we fucked.  And when he
wasn't around, I was pretty much masturbating all the time.  I was in a
constant state of horniness.  Finally, I knew that I just had to go for it.
So I told Chris.

   We talked about whether I wanted to start with a threesome with Emily,
or include other family members in my first time.  Then Chris happened to
mention that the neighbors were throwing a big party that Friday, an orgy
really, and there would be like a dozen people there.  Instantly, I knew
that was what I wanted.  I needed to jump in with both feet.  Chris wasn't
sure if it was cool to invite me, though.  He'd have to ask.

   I was on pins and needles all that next night.  Finally Chris called me
back the next afternoon and said we were on for Friday.  His mother had
talked to the neighbor and vouched for me.  He didn't put it in quite those
words, but I figured that was what happened.  His whole family would be
there, including his dad and stepmom, plus the Giamattis, the next-door
neighbors were throwing the party, and a couple from down the street.  I
was a nervous wreck for the rest of the week, in a constant state of horny
excitement mixed with sheer terror.

   Finally, Friday evening rolled around and at 7 pm I headed over to
Chris's house.  He was the only one there.  His mother and sister had
already gone next door to help Lisa, that was the woman throwing the party,
to help her set up.  Chris stayed behind to wait for me.  We had about
twenty minutes before we had to walk next door, and I was a wreck.  I was
shaking.  I mean visibly shaking.

   Chris sat me down and said, "We don't have to do this you know.  If
you're not ready..."

   "Don't you dare bail on me now, Christopher Johannson!" I shocked myself
with the outburst.  "I'm sorry, Chris.  I really, really want to do this. I
need to do this.  I'm just scared."

   Chris got me a drink, a glass of wine.  He said it would take the edge
off.  One or two glasses would be good, but that I shouldn't drink too
much. Just enough to loosen up.  The wine helped.  At least I stopped
shaking.

   We finally walked next door, going out the back by the pool and coming
through the neighbor's backyard.  Mrs.  J.  and Emily were there of course.
And Lisa came up and greeted me.  She was a stunning woman, tall, blond,
and a figure to die for.  She could have been a porn star, except she
dressed better.  Lisa introduced me to everyone that was there.  Her kids,
Rachel and Matt, and her husband James, who was really good-looking older
guy.  A week ago, I would have been jealous of Rachel, considering her
competition.  But I was more confident now.  With all this effort Chris was
putting into bringing me into this part of his life, I knew that I was the
one he wanted most of all.  Matt looked like a younger version of his
father.  I remember thinking that if I hadn't been with Chris, I might have
been interested, and then realizing that of course I could have them both.
There was also the couple from down the street, Josh and Amanda Taylor. 
They were in their late twenties, younger than James, Lisa, and Jennifer,
but older than us "kids," who were all eighteen or nineteen.

   Chris's dad and stepmom arrived a few minutes after we did.  That made
twelve of us in all.

   Chris got me another drink, to make sure I was properly loosened up. 
But it seemed at first like a pretty normal party.  People standing around
drinking and talking.  Just like a bunch of neighbors gathered for
cocktails.  But then around eight, Lisa rapped a spoon against her wine
glass and got everyone's attention.

   "I think we should start making our way upstairs to the playroom," said
Lisa.

   Chris took me by the hand and said, "you're going to like this." And he
led me upstairs to what Lisa had referred to as the playroom.  It was a
double-sized bedroom, but instead of a bed there was a big sunken pit in
the middle.  Cushions lined the floor and sides of the pit.  It was a room
designed for group fucking.

   After everyone had trooped upstairs and stood around the room, Lisa
clinked her glass again.

   "Because one of the awkward things about these gatherings is getting
started, I've got an icebreaking activity for us all.  And we've got a few
new people here tonight, that's Jason, Laura, and Nicole." Suddenly I felt
better, knowing that Chris's dad and stepmom were relatively new to all
this too and I wasn't the only one.  "In this bowl," Lisa continued,
holding up a bowl, "are slips of paper with everyone's name.  I'll go
around the room and ask people to draw out one name, and that will be your
first partner for the evening.  If you draw your own name or the name of
someone who has already been picked, then you draw again.  Now the rules
are these.  You and your partner are to undress each other, then you get to
know each other better.  What you do to get to know each other better is
completely up to you two, and completely voluntary.  Remember, you never
have to do anything you don't want to.  Everyone here is very understanding
and no one will take offense if you choose not to something with them.  You
stay with your partner for half an hour, until 8:30, and then you are free
to do anything you want with anyone else who is willing.  Then at the end
of the evening, when you're all fucked out," this got a laugh from
everyone," you get together with the partner you came with and spend some
quality time with your lover.  Just so you're clear, Laura and Jason you
end the evening together, and Chris and Nicole, you two end up together."

   Lisa walked over to Laura and held out the bowl to her.  Laura drew out
a name.

   "It's Josh," said Laura, holding up the slip of paper.

   "Oh girl, you don't know how lucky you are," said Lisa.

   I looked over at Amanda and Josh, and saw Amanda grab Josh, give him a
passionate kiss, turned him around, and then give him a push across the
room toward Laura.  Amanda was laughing.  It was weird.  She was sending
her husband off to fuck another woman, and she was happy.

   Suddenly, I got a chill.  Who would draw my name?  I didn't know most of
these people.  I barely knew Chris's dad and stepmom.  I really only knew
Chris, Emily, and Mrs.  J.  I was terrified.

   "Amanda, because your husband got picked, you're next," said Lisa.

   Amanda hurried over to Lisa and drew out a slip.

   "Matt."

   "You two haven't been together yet, have you?" asked Lisa.  Amanda shook
her head no.  "Well, what my son lacks in experience, he makes up for in
enthusiasm.  Well, I guess Emily is the closest thing to a spouse for Matt,
so she draws next."

   After drawing her own name and then Laura's, Emily finally picked James,
Lisa's husband.  Lisa drew next, and got Chris.  Chris kissed me as Lisa
walked over.

   "Don't worry," he whispered to me.  "You know I love you."

   "You pick next, Nicole," said Lisa

   I drew out a slip, it was Jennifer.  A wave containing both relief and
new terror washed over me.  It wasn't a stranger, but it was a woman.  I'd
never even had a thought about being with another woman.  And this was my
boyfriend's mother.

   "Okay, that means the final pair are Jason and Rachel," announced Lisa.
"Okay everyone, let the games begin."

   Jennifer, came up to me.

   "Are you ready for this?"

   "It's all I can do to keep my knees from shaking."

   "Don't worry.  We can just watch if you want.  No one will mind if you
sit out until you're ready.  Remember, you don't need to do anything you
don't want to.  Does that sound good to you?"

   I nodded yes.

   "Okay, but I think we ought to get out of these clothes.  Can you unzip
me?"

   Jennifer turned her back so the zipper was facing me.  I unzipped.

   "Now, I'll do you," she said, leaning forward and reaching around with
both hands to open the zipper on the back of my dress.  Her breasts were
right in my face for a moment.  "Now, can I take these off your shoulders,"
she said, hooking her index fingers under the straps of my dress.

   A meek "please" was all I could manage.  And then the straps were off my
shoulders and my dress slipped to the floor.  I suddenly exposed, even
though I was still wearing underwear, and moved to cover my breasts and
crotch with my arms.

   "Now how about me?" Jennifer asked.

   I reached up and slipped the straps off her shoulders.

   "I've got a little more up top than you do," she said.  "This dress
isn't going to fall down all by itself."

   I tugged a little on the dress, pulling it forward and off her breasts
so it could drop to the floor like mine did.

   "Why don't we do our bras at the same time," she said, again leaning
forward and undoing the clasp of my bra, while I undid hers.

   I pulled her bra off her as she did the same to me.  We both dropped our
arms let the bras fall to the floor as well.  I looked at her breasts,
large with big brown areolas and nipples the size of pencil erasers.  They
were much more impressive than mine.

   "Oh, your breasts are lovely.  So milky white and firm.  Do you mind?"
Jennifer said holding out her hands to touch them.

   "Okay."

   She ran the back of her fingers along the underside of my breasts.

   "Oh, yes lovely.  It's great to be young.  Now only one thing left." She
dropped to her knees in front of me.

   I suddenly felt exposed.  I crossed my arms in front of my chest and
looked around.  Other couples were kissing in various stages of undress. 
Amanda and Lisa's son Matt were completely naked and already in a
sixty-nine.  Emily and Lisa's husband James were still fully clothed, but
Emily had pulled his dick out of his fly and was giving him head.  I looked
at Chris.  He had his shirt off and was sucking one of Lisa's breasts.

   "Is it okay if I take these off too?" Lisa hooked her fingers into the
sides of my panties and was looking up at me.

   I nodded.  She tugged down, and suddenly my panties were on the floor. I
was naked.

   Jennifer stood up and said, "Now you finish me up."

   I dropped to my knees and pulled Jennifer's panties down to the floor,
and she stepped out of them.  For a moment I was face to face, so to speak,
with her pussy.  I was surprised that it was shaved, except for a small
patch of neatly trimmed hair over her mons.  She was already wet, I could
smell the musk, and her lips were starting to engorge and open.  I stood
up, and I guess I must have had that terrified look on my face.

   "Would you like to just watch for a little bit?  Just to get used to the
idea?"

   I nodded.

   "Okay, come down here," she said, kneeling and pulling me down.

   We lay at the edge of the pit, resting on the cushions, where we could
see all around the room.  Jennifer put her arm around me, not in a sexy
way, just for comfort.

   I looked around for Chris.  He was naked too and licking Lisa's pussy.
It was strange and exciting watching him service another woman.  Strange
because I wasn't in the least bit jealous.  Excited, because it was hot.

   "Have you seen Josh yet?" Jennifer asked.

   I turned to look at Josh and Laura.  Chris's stepmom was sucking the
largest dick I had ever seen.  Well that's doesn't say much because before
this night I'd only seen three.  But it was the largest dick I could
imagine.  It was huge.  Laura could barely get the head in her mouth.

   "Would you like to try that?"

   "I don't think it would fit," I responded.

   "Oh, you'd be surprised how much you can stretch.  Josh's cock can touch
you in so many places all at once, I don't know how to describe it."

   "I'd be too intimidated by that thing."

   "Well, maybe not tonight.  Josh's cock is advanced stuff.  But if you
get I chance, I'd recommend sucking on it for a little while.  There will
be plenty more nights like this one, and others that will be more private
and intimate.  I'm sure Amanda and Josh would love to have just you and
Chris over for a foursome, or just for swapping."

   I looked to see what Amanda was doing, and she and Matt were already
fucking.  She was on her hands and knees and Matt was penetrating her from
behind.

   "Matt might be more my speed," I suggested.

   "Oh, he's delightful," Jennifer said, giving me a little squeeze.  And
if you'd like to, go for it.  But you might want to try out Jason or James
first.  Don't be intimidated by the fact their older.  They can break you
into this lifestyle gently, especially James.  He's the one that introduced
me to it."

   I looked over at James and he and Emily were both naked, but were just
kissing.  Or maybe not just.  Emily was stroking his cock and I think James
had a finger or two in Emily's pussy.  He was definitely playing with it,
but I couldn't see if he was penetrating."

   "Now if you'd like to try a woman, that is if you'd rather not take your
boyfriend's mother out for a spin, I'd recommend Rachel.  While she enjoys
men, she really has a thing for women, and she can lick pussy like no
other. Even better than her mom, and that's saying a lot."

   I looked over at Rachel who was sitting on Jason's face.  She looked
gorgeous, big round boobs with big nipples, which were hard as rocks.  I
could see that from there.  I glanced over at Jennifer and she was looking
at Rachel and Jason with a look of sheer lust on her face.

   "Is that leer of yours for Rachel or for your ex?"

   "Both sort of, but mostly for Rachel.  I guess I ought to tell you,
because you'll find out soon enough, but Rachel and are sort of a couple
these days."

   "I didn't know you were a lesbian."

   "I guess I would say I'm bi.  I still really like a man, but Rachel
really does it for me too.  And not just in bed.  She's really a sweet
girl. I don't know how long it's going to last, but I'm having fun.  Don't
you think I deserve that?"

   "Of course you do." I put my arm around her and squeezed her back.

   "Now it's almost 8:30.  We can stay and keep talking, and then when
you're ready, you can head off and explore.  Or, if you'd like, we could
fool around a bit to get you warmed up."

   That was it.  The moment of truth.  I was so damn horny, but also so
damned scared.  I looked at Jennifer.  She was smiling, very mom-like.  A
hot mom, to be sure, but mom-like.  That thought got me even more excited.
I realized then that if I chickened out with Jennifer, I'd chicken out with
everyone else.

   "I'd like to fool around a little, but I don't know how to start.  I've
never been with a woman before," I heard myself saying.

   "That's okay.  Let me take care of that." She leaned in and kissed me,
like the other night at her house, but this time she crushed her body
against mine.  Her breasts were rubbing against mine.  I could feel a
trickle of my vaginal juices running down my leg.  God, I wanted this so
bad.  I started kissing her back.

   After a bit Jennifer broke the kiss and took one of my breasts in her
mouth, flicking her tongue around the nipple before diving in and sucking.
A shock and through me, and my pussy spasmed.  It was like there was a wire
connected between my nipple and my clit.  I've had my tits sucked before;
Chris loves to do it, and while it always felt good, it was never like
this. I don't know if it was because it was a woman, or if I was so damn
horny that I was just operating on a new level of excitement.

   I felt Jennifer's hand cup my pussy as she continued to suck on my
breasts.  At first just light pressing her palm against my mons and her
fingers against my outer lips.  Then she started moving her middle finger,
stimulating and opening my lips.  God, it felt so good, and she wasn't even
touching my clit.  Then she slid her middle finger into my vagina and
curled it up so she could touch my g-spot.  I knew where the g-spot was
supposed to be, but no one had ever touched me there.  I hadn't even tried
to do it while masturbating.  Then Jennifer lifted her palm off my mons,
allowing her thumb to flick back and forth across my clit.  I started
writhing in pleasure, and I wasn't even cumming yet.

   Jennifer backed off a bit and kissed me again.

   "My god girl, you're excited.  You're about to burst."

   "I know.  It's never felt like this before," I panted.

   "I know something that's a little slower on the buildup, and it'll
pleasure us both.  Spread your legs a little more."

   I complied, and she wrapped both her legs around my right leg.

   "Now do the same to me."

   Which I did.  Our pussies were inches away from each other, pressing
against each other's thighs.  Then Jennifer began to rock back and forth,
rubbing her pussy against my thigh and kissing me.  I got the idea and
started doing the same.  The tribbing was less intense than her fingers,
but it felt good.  And having our bodies crushed against each other while
we kissed didn't suck either.

   We did that for what must have been about five minutes, when the
pleasure started to become more intense, and I could tell I was building to
an orgasm.  Then the dam burst as spasm after spasm hit me.  It just kept
going.  I don't know how many orgasms I had, but it sure beat my record
from earlier in the week.

   When I finally came down, I was still in Jennifer's arms and our legs
were still intertwined.  I smiled at Jennifer.

   "Did you cum too?" I asked.

   "No, I wasn't as excited to start as you were."

   "I want you to feel pleasure too."

   "Oh my dear, don't worry about that.  The night's early, and I plan to
have several orgasms.  You're not going to orgasm with every person you're
with tonight.  If you did, we'd be taking your to the hospital with a
coronary.  And I did have a lot of pleasure, I just didn't have an orgasm,
not yet."

   Then I noticed we weren't alone.  Emily and James had joined us.

   "Mom, if you don't mind, I'd like to eat your pussy," said Emily.

   "Are you okay, Nicole?"

   "Oh, I'm more than okay."

   And with that, Jennifer spread her legs for her daughter.  I watched as
Emily just dove in, alternating between thrusting her tongue into her
mother's pussy and lapping away at her clit.  I felt a man's arms around
me, as James gathered me into his embrace.  We both watched the mother and
daughter for a few moments.  Then James started lightly kissing me on the
shoulder.  I turned and we started kissing for real.  James's hand touched
my pussy, and I jumped.  I was still way too sensitive down there.

   "Sorry," he said.

   "That's okay.  Just give me a few more minutes.  But this kissing is
just wonderful." I reached down and took his cock in my hand.  It was
semi-erect.  I don't know if he had come with Emily earlier, but if he had,
he was almost ready for round two.  I stroked him to hardness as we kissed.


   I thought about giving him some head, but being in his embrace was just
too nice and I didn't want to give it up.  I shifted so my pussy could rub
against his cock.  No shock.  I was ready for round two.  So I just slipped
it in me, and James started stroking in and out.  We just stared into each
other's eyes as we slowly fucked.  It was intense.  After a few minutes,
James picked up the pace and we worked ourselves up into quite a rhythm.  I
came first, not nearly as intense as the first time with Jennifer, but
quite satisfying.  And James spurted a minute or so after I came.

   Then Lisa was next to us.

   "If you don't mind, I like to suck my husband's cum out of the pussy of
a woman he's just fucked.  It's a little kink of mine.  Can I?

   I smiled and spread my legs.  Lisa dove in and I experienced a woman
eating my pussy for the first time.  It wasn't much different than a man,
except no razor stubble.  Then I remembered what Emily had done to me the
other day, so I grabbed Lisa's head and pulled her up to me, kissing her,
thrusting my tongue into her mouth to scoop out James's cum.  Lisa scooped
right back and we went on exchanging cum kisses and basically making a mess
of our faces.  I started giggling, and Lisa did too.

   I was thirsty, and I decided I needed a break.  There was a bar in one
corner of the room where water, iced tea, wine, and some liquor were set
out.  I went for the water.  Josh was sitting nearby, also with a glass of
water in his hand, so I sat next to him and leaned my head against his
shoulder.

   "Taking a break?" I said.

   "Yup.  You just can't do this continually.  You having fun?"

   "Oh yeah."

   I sneaked a look down at his cock.  It was soft, but it was still huge.
Then I looked around at what everyone else was doing.  Jennifer had donned
a strap-on and was fucking her daughter doggie style.  Lisa and James were
taking a break like Josh and I were, only they were talking and kissing,
not paying attention to the others.  Josh was watching his wife Amanda
being fucked in the ass by Chris's dad.  Josh had a big smile on his face
watching that.  That surprised me.  Anal was something I hadn't thought of.
Not tonight for me, I instantly decided.  I didn't want my first assfucking
to be at an orgy.  I'd save that for Chris some night when we were alone.
Rachel and Laura, Chris's stepmom, were locked in a sixty-nine.  And right
next to them was something that made my jaw drop.  Chris was giving head to
Matt.

   Chris had said he'd had sex with other guys.  But hearing it and
watching it are too different things.  I felt that familiar pussy spasm
again, and more juice ran down my leg.  I started to move my hand down to
rub my clit, then I got a better idea, and although I wasn't sure of the
etiquette, I took Josh's hand and placed it on my pussy.  Josh got the hint
and started rubbing, first the lips, and then feeling how wet I was,
started massaging my clit.  I reached down and grabbed that massive cock
and started stroking.  We just sat there, my head in his chest, drinking
water, diddling each other, and watching our significant others have sex
with someone else.

   Over in the pit people were starting to switch up.  James joined Chris
and Matt, and after a bit of kissing, he started to fuck his son.  Rachel
came over, dropped on all fours in front of Chris and he started fucking
her.  So Chris and James were both fucking James's kids.  Jennifer and her
ex-husband were in missionary, and Lisa, Amanda, Laura, and Emily had
formed a daisy chain in the middle of the pit.

   That left me and Josh.  I had sat down mainly to get a better look at
that cock of his.  Curiosity really.  But now I was kind of stuck.  I knew
I wasn't obligated to do anything, but I figured what the hell.  Josh had
probably had lots of women who had trouble taking him inside.  If worst
came to worst, I surely wouldn't be the first.

   "Would you like me to go down on you?" I asked.

   "I couldn't think of anything nicer."

   So I got between his legs and tried to get that massive member in my
mouth.  I did better than I thought I would.  I could get the whole head in
and maybe another inch.  It wasn't bad at all.  It was so thick that I
couldn't get it deep enough for the gag reflex to kick in.  And I had
played trumpet in high school marching band, so breathing through my nose
while my mouth was occupied was not problem at all.  But I found it was
much better not to try to suck, but rather to run my mouth and tongue along
the shaft.  Josh hmmmed appreciatively when I did that.  I also pushed his
cock against his stomach and went to work on his balls for a while.  They
were kind of sweaty and covered with God knows whose dried juices, but it
wasn't as bad as I'd feared it would be.  One of my apprehensions had been
fears of sticky, bodily substances everywhere.  And while there were
sticky, bodily substances everywhere it wasn't gross.  It was just human
and sexy.

   I had gotten Josh hard and then some, and that familiar spasm hit me
again.

   "Would you fuck me?" I asked him.

   "You don't need to ask," he said smiling.

   "Just go slow.  I've never had anything nearly this big."

   "Don't worry.  I've had a lot of experience at this."

   And with that he picked me up and laid me down on the floor of the pit,
near where Amanda was eating out Emily in the daisy chain.  Amanda stopped
her licking for a moment, reached out and squeezed my hand, giving me a
smile and permission to fuck her husband.  Then I felt the head of Josh's
cock rub against my pussy lips.  Of course, I had been wet for hours now
and been fucked once--or was it twice?  I couldn't remember.  And did
Jennifer count as a fucking?  I'd had multiple orgasms in any case--so I
was ready for it and my lips easily opened up and surrounded the tip of his
cock.  Then he pushed forward.  Not hard, not fast, just a little pressure.
The head easily slipped past my labia, and started poking into my vagina.
That's where it was a bit tight, but to my surprise my vaginal walls
expanded nicely to accommodate it.  It didn't hurt at all, which was what I
had expected.  But he did fill me like no one ever had before.  Before I
knew it, the head of his cock banged against my cervix.  That did hurt, but
just a little.  I must have grunted or grimaced, because Josh immediately
withdrew about half an inch.  I looked down and I had all but about two
inches of that monster inside me.  I couldn't believe it.

   Then Josh began slowly thrusting back and forth.  My God!  That was
amazing!  I usually have to use my hand to rub my clit when Chris is
fucking me, but Josh was so damn big that he touched everything all at
once. Jesus, did that feel good!

   Josh picked up the pace, and I started thrusting back to match his
movements.  I came once, but Josh didn't stop, and after a minute I was
through that orgasm and working my way up to the next.  I guess I was
nearly fucked out for the evening, because it was a long time coming.  Josh
too, seemed in no hurry to cum.  So we just pounded away.

   Then Josh suggested I flip over and that we do it doggie style.  He said
he could probably get the extra two inches in that way.  I was happy to
oblige, and he pulled out and I got on my hands and knees.  My face was
inches away from Emily's pussy.  I guess she had cum, because Amanda was no
longer at work at her, but Amanda just looked into my eyes while her
husband fucked me.  It was weird and sexy at the same time.  A couple that
was so confident in each other that they could freely give themselves over
to other people.  I hoped Chris and I were like that, and I think I knew
that we were.

   Josh was right.  He could get all of him into me.  I could feel his hips
slam into mine with each thrust.  Emily moved over a few inches so her
pussy was right in my face.  I'd never eaten a pussy before, but I figured
what the hell.  It was night of firsts.  I tried, but Josh's slamming, and
we had really built up a head of steam at this point, made it impossible to
get in all but a few licks here and there.  Eating pussy in earnest would
probably have to wait for another night.  But Emily's musky odor and the
proximity of her sex set me off.  Two orgasms, one right after the other.
And with the second, Josh groaned and came.

   Amanda came up behind me and started licking my pussy, mopping up all of
Josh's cum that she could reach.  Emily cuddled me.

   "I can't believe you took all of Josh like that," she said.  "I can only
get about half in."

   By this point everybody was pretty much fucked out.  Amanda turned to
Josh and they started kissing.  I looked around.  Matt was holding Emily in
his lap, who was holding me.  Rachel and Jennifer were lying together
kissing.  James and Lisa were in each other's arms.  They had been watching
Josh and me.  Jason and Laura were slowly fucking each other, paying
attention to no one else.  Chris was sprawled out on the other side of the
pit.  A big grin on his face.

   I crawled over to him, too tired to stand and walk, and curled up into
his arms.

   "I had no idea that sex could be like this," I said.  "So open and
giving, and so loving at the same time.  I'm too tired right now to
actually do it, but believe me when I say that I want to fuck you so badly.
You're in for a treat in about twelve hours."

   "I can't wait," he said.

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   The End