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 Hot Family Next Door By Perry Jones





   Chapter Eight



   That evening both Dave and Peg were nervous since they both had
something to hide from each other, something to do with the same sexy
next-door neighbor.  Staring down at their plates at dinner and letting
Skeet do most of the talking, it was fairly easy to hide their guilt.



   Later, though, alone together in the bedroom, it wasn't so easy.  Dave
thought Peg was avoiding eye contact with him, but he couldn't be sure
because he was afraid to catch her eyes, too.



   Peg undressed and wrapped herself tightly in her pink terry robe, then
disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door tightly.  Dave recognized
the signs-she wasn't in the mood for communicating, let alone fucking. 
That was fine with him.  He still wanted to savor the blow-job from Fran
without clouding the memory with Peg's less-skilled sex play.



   When Peg came out of the bathroom, Dave slipped in.  And when he came
out, Peg was already under the covers, her back to him, curled up like a
hibernating bear.  Dave got into his side of the bed, turned his back on
Peg, and said good-night.



   "Good-night," Peg said.



   There was silence.  But Dave kept his eyes open, staring into the
darkness.  He tried to recreate in his mind the glorious sensation of
Fran's hot mouth wrapped around his prick.  But lying in bed with his wife
made that pleasure seem remote.



   Peg was wide-eyed, too.  She was thinking of the lesbian fuck she'd had
with Fran the day before.  But she wasn't trying to bring back the
pleasure. Rather, she was trying to forget it, to deny it.  She was
convinced that Fran had caught her in some sort of witch's spell.



   Both of them remained lying like that for a while, occasionally shifting
around and making the other bounce slightly.  Finally, though, Peg broke
the silence.



   "Dave, I'm worried," she said.



   "Why?" Dave asked, fearing she was onto his fun with Fran.



   "It's our neighbor," Peg said.



   "Still think she's a witch?"



   Peg sat up and faced her husband, who slowly turned to face her.



   "I know you think I'm crazy," Peg said.  "But I'm not.  She's put some
sort of a spell on me.  And I think she's put one on Skeet, too."



   "Peg!  You've got to forget about this weird obsession you've got."



   Dave really was concerned about his wife now.  Her voice sounded
haunted, frightened.  He thought she might be going over the edge.  And she
was looking at him with wide, scary eyes.



   "Would I be willing to go to bed with her if she hadn't put a spell on
me?" she asked.



   "You mean you are willing to go to bed with her?" Dave asked, caught now
between fear and lust.



   "I already have!" Peg blurted out, her face crinkling into a grimace
before she buried it in her pillow.



   Dave was stunned.  He watched his wife sobbing silently into her pillow
as he tried to make sense of what she'd said.



   As he got used to the idea that his wife had fucked with Fran, it seemed
less bizarre and weird.  After all, he knew from experience what Fran was
like.  And hadn't she said that she and Peg were becoming good friends? 
Then Dave noticed he had a hard-on.



   He moved closer to Peg, whose face was still hidden in her pillow
although her shoulders were no longer shaking with sobs.



   "It's all right," Dave said soothingly.  "And it doesn't mean you're
under a spell.  She's a gorgeous chick.  I would go for her even if I were
a woman.  I can understand."



   Peg lifted her tear-stained face.  "Really?  You're not mad at me?  You
don't think I'm a pervert?"



   "Of course I'm not mad at you, and I don't think you're a pervert," Dave
said.  "I'm a little jealous, though."



   "Because you want to make it with her?" Peg asked.  "Or just because I
did?"



   Dave moved closer to Peg, pressing his boner to her hip.  She looked
down toward Dave's crotch, realizing that her confession was turning him
on.



   Dave asked when and how often Peg had been to bed with Fran.  She told
him.  Then he asked what they did together.



   Peg was silent for a moment.  Then, in a quiet voice, she began telling
Dave all about her experience.



   "I loved holding her tits," she said.  "It was the only time I ever felt
another woman's tits.  Kissing her was exciting, too.  Then, when she moved
down to eat me, I was hotter than I've ever been.  Not that I don't get
really excited when you eat me, Dave.  I do.  But there was something extra
about it with Fran.  I guess it was just that it was so perverted."



   Dave listened quietly, but his mind was on fire.  His imagination turned
Peg's words into pictures and he was getting hotter by the minute!



   "Then when it was my turn to eat her," Peg said, "I was actually dizzy
from the thrill.  Sticking my face into her pussy was incredible!  I felt
her pubic hair tickling my face and the smell of her cunt drove me wild! 
Oh, Dave.  I'm either a pervert or she really is a witch."



   Dave had pulled his prick back from Peg's hip and had grabbed it
secretly beneath the covers as he listened to her confession.  Now Peg
threw herself against Dave, seeking comfort.  Her thigh met his hand
wrapped around his cock.  Dave withdrew the hand, but too late.  Peg knew
what affect her story was having on him.



   "You're not a pervert and Fran's not a witch," Dave said evenly. 
"There's nothing strange about it.  A lot of women have lesbian flings.  It
doesn't mean they're really lesbians.  It just means they have a healthy
curiosity and are adventurous.  Besides, even though I don't believe that
Fran's a witch, I do believe she has a talent for seduction.  She could
lure the Pope into bed with her!"



   "What are you getting at?" Peg asked suspiciously.  "Dave, did she .  .
. and you?"



   "Yeah," Dave said.  "So I know what you went through.  When she levels
those dark eyes at you and her big tits are sticking out, practically
bulging out of her blouse ..."



   "Oh, Dave!" Peg moaned as she fell back into her pillow.



   Suddenly Peg jumped out of bed.  She grabbed her robe and opened the
bedroom door.



   "I'm going to have a talk with that bitch right now!" she hissed.



   Dave jumped out of bed and went after her, trying to stop her before she
made a fool of herself.  But by the time he caught her, she was out in the
hall and her fist had come down loudly on Fran's door.



   "Peg!" Dave whispered as he grabbed her.  "This is no-"



   He was cut short by Fran, who swung the door open.  Seeing her neighbors
standing there-Peg in a robe and Dave in his pajamas-she lifted her
eyebrows in expectation.



   "I want to talk to you," Peg said threateningly.



   "Come on in," Fran said with a smile.  "I was just about to go to bed,
but I love company in bed."



   "That's what I want to talk to you about," Peg said.  "I mean, not about
going to bed with you.  But about going to bed with you."



   "Peg, let's go home," Dave urged softly.  "We can talk about this
tomorrow."



   "No!  I want to talk about it now!" Peg said.  "And what about Skeet?"



   Fran went to the end table beside the couch and picked up her cigarette
case.  The lamp on the table outlined her body under the sheer nightgown
she was wearing.  In profile, her tits looked sensational and the erect
nipple on one tit could clearly be seen.  The curve of her ass was the most
gorgeous shape Dave had ever seen, and his prick began to rise again even
under these difficult circumstances.



   "I don't know what gives you the right ...  no thanks, I don't smoke ...
the right to seduce me and then .  .  .  no, I don't want a drink!"



   "I'll have one," Dave said.



   "And then seduce my husband.  And God knows what you've been doing to
Skeet.  Are you listening to me?"



   "Yes, go on," Fran said calmly as she went to the liquor cabinet and
fixed the drinks.  "Are you sure you won't have one, Peg?"



   "All right.  But just a small one."



   "Look, I don't know what all the fuss is about," Fran said, handing Dave
and Peg a drink.  "But I don't think you should blame me for making it with
you.  After all, I didn't force either of you.  You were both practically
begging for it."



   "Begging!" Peg repeated loudly.



   "Shhhh!  You'll wake Phil," Fran said.



   It hadn't occurred to Peg that Fran wasn't alone.  She'd forgotten that
Fran didn't live alone.  After all, she'd never even laid eyes on Phil. 
But she certainly didn't want to involve someone else in this mess.



   "I know how you two must feel," Fran said, sipping her scotch.  "But
look at it this way.  You've been married for a long time and have stuck to
the straight and narrow.  Then along comes me, willing and eager to take on
all comers, and you both take advantage of the opportunity.  It's simple,
really.  Now all there is to decide is whether you want to go back to the
straight and narrow or come into our guest room and have some fun!"



   The fact that neither Peg or Dave turned down Fran's outrageous offer
gave Fran encouragement.



   "Come on," she urged, getting up and standing in front of the lamp again
to show off her body.  "Let's go into the other room.  After we each have
an orgasm or two, we'll be calmer."



   Peg and Dave looked at each other.  Slowly their expressions changed
from tense confusion to loose acquiescence.  They smiled and stood up.



   "Oh, I knew you'd see it my way," Fran said as she hurried over to them
and put an arm around each of their shoulders.



   They let Fran lead them to her guest room where a king-sized bed
awaited.



   Setting her drink on a dresser, Fran slowly gathered up her gown, hiking
it up her legs, then over her hips, exposing her furry cunt muff.  Pulling
the gown higher still, Fran revealed her tits.  Then her head emerged and
she threw the gown to a chair.  She stood naked in the warm glow of Peg's
and Dave's horny gazes.



   Dave began pulling off his pajamas.  Then Peg unfastened her robe and
discarded it.  Her cotton nightgown made her feel awkward and she shed it
as quickly as possible.



   Fran went to the bed and lay down on her back, her arms and legs spread.
"I love having more than one partner in bed," she said.



   This being Peg's and Dave's first time for three-way sex, they
approached Fran slowly and shyly, but with great excitement.  Dave's prick
was wagging mightily and the funky odor of cunt juice was emanating from
Peg's crotch as they lay on either side of Fran.



   They each reached for one of Fran's high-standing tits as they looked
into each other's eyes.  Still watching each other, Peg and Dave moved
their faces toward Fran's.



   Their mouths came together in a meeting of three wagging tongues.  As
they kissed, Peg and Dave began massaging Fran's tits greedily.  Fran
wrapped an arm around each of her partners.



   "Isn't this wonderful?" Fran asked happily as Peg and Dave both moved
their faces toward her tits.



   Dave caught Peg's eye as they began sucking Fran's dark, big, and erect
nipples.  But Peg looked away, still shy about her new perversion.  Dave,
on the other hand, loved watching his wife sucking Fran's gigantic tit.



   Peg began by gently nibbling Fran's brown nipple.  Her pink tongue
covered the nipple with licks as her lips surrounded it.  But soon she
opened her mouth wider and stuffed it full of tit flesh.  Dave watched
Peg's cheeks become concave as she gobbled the mouthful of tit.



   Dave sucked Fran's right tit as eagerly as his wife sucked the left tit.
Fran ran her hands over their shoulders as she threw back her head and
sighed with satisfaction.



   "Ummmm!  How nice to have both my tits sucked at once!" Fran said.



   Dave reached to Fran's cunt.  Sliding his hand down her smooth tummy to
her wiry pussy hair, he was surprised to find Peg's hand already there. 
She looked up from Fran's tits and met Dave's eyes as she moved her hand to
the side of Fran's pussy, making room for Dave's fingers.



   He crept his fingers down Fran's cunt mound to her wet cunt crack.  Then
slipping his fingertips into her pussy gash, he joined Peg's fingers which
were already stirring Fran's cunt juice around the slithering ridges of
flesh in there.



   Even when Dave fucked a finger up Fran's cunt-hole, he had to share the
territory with Peg.



   Finger-fucking a cunt along with his wife was a new sort of togetherness
for Dave, and he loved it!  So did Peg!  As she grew used to having her
husband witness her perversion, she became more and more lusty.  She was
reaching farther into Fran's cunt and massaging the lining of her cunt more
vigorously than Dave was.



   "Oh, God!" Fran cried.  "You two are wonderful!"



   Even now that he'd seen his wife in action, Dave was amazed to see Peg
sinking down Fran's body.  Leaving Fran's tit, Peg began kissing her way
down Fran's belly until she was sticking her tongue into Fran's belly
button.  There was no doubt in Dave's mind about Peg's destination.



   Fran spread her legs wide as Peg moved between them.  Dave took his
fingers from Fran's pussy to make way for his wife's tongue.



   Looking down Fran's body, Dave saw Peg's face half hidden by Fran's
bristling pussy mound.  He saw Peg's eyes slowly close as her face neared
Fran's cunt.  Then Peg's head began nodding as he covered Fran's cunt gash
with broad licks.



   "Ahhhh!" Fran sighed with profound pleasure.



   Dave had to get a closer look at the action at Fran's cunt.  So he moved
down beside Fran's legs and peered into her crotch.  He was panting with
passion as he saw Peg's tongue fucking between Fran's spread cunt lips.



   Peg moved her head closer to one of Fran's thighs so Dave could have a
better look at what she was doing to Fran's juicy pussy.  The sight made
Dave's mouth water.  He had to suck a cunt, too!



   So he swiveled around on his ass, thrusting his face at his wife's cunt.
Peg opened her thighs to accommodate Dave's head.  He rested his head on
one thigh, and the other came down on his head, sandwiching it and holding
it at her pussy.



   Now Dave could see nothing but Peg's ass, which was right in front of
his eyes.  But he could still hear Fran's moans of pleasure, and, most
important, he could fuck his tongue into Peg's salty cunt slot!



   "Gimme your prick!" Fran gasped.  "Dave, let me suck you!"



   With his head still trapped in Peg's crotch and his tongue sliding
around in her running pussy, Dave maneuvered his body closer to Fran.  She
grabbed his legs and pulled until she brought his throbbing cock within
range of her mouth.



   Dave felt Fran's hair sweeping over his thigh.  Then her mouth slid over
his prick-knob.  The delicious sensation he had felt earlier in the back
seat of her car was repeated.  But now it was even more thrilling because
of the added company and perversion.



   Blinded by the bottoms of Peg's ass cheeks as he ate her pussy, Dave
tried to imagine the scene he was part of.  Seen from above, they would
form a triangle of kinky sucking sex!



   In order to have something interesting to look at, Dave spread the
cheeks of Peg's ass so he could look into the eye of her ass.  He would
rather be able to watch Peg lapping Fran's cunt, but Peg's asshole was a
nice sight, too.



   "Mmmmmm!" Fran hummed on Dave's prick, adding the vibration of her voice
to the sensation of her hot sucking.



   As she sucked his prick, Fran stroked Dave's ass-one of his most
sensitive places.  Tickling his ass crack, she wiggled her fingers closer
and closer to his asshole.



   Dave gave Peg's cunt a good licking even though he was distracted by the
mouth on his prick and the sounds of joy filling the room.  Peg was moaning
into Fran's cunt as she ate it-a kinky sound, indeed!



   Concentrating on Peg's cuntlips and fuckhole, Dave avoided her clit. 
There was no hurry to begin having orgasms; there were many more tricks to
perform before the final act.  One was to stick his finger into Peg's
asshole as he ate her pussy.  Tilting his head back so he could watch his
finger fucking into her tight ass without going cross-eyed, Dave moistened
his finger in her cunt then shoved it up her ass.



   Fran took her mouth from Dave's prick.  As his prick cooled with
evaporating saliva, Dave wondered what would happen next.  He felt Fran's
lips and teeth travel down his cock shaft to his balls as her hand gripped
his swollen prick head.  Then she took his balls into her mouth and held
them firmly.



   "Hummmmm!" Fran hummed on the balls she held in her mouth.



   Fran's humming showed the intensity of her pleasure and the vibrations
stimulated Dave's balls, adding to his pleasure.



   "Ummmm!  Ummmmm!" Fran moaned with a muffled sound, Dave's balls
absorbing much of it.



   "Aaaaah!" Peg moaned with an open mouth, her tongue still swimming in
Fran's fuckhole.



   The intensity of the chicks' cries grew louder, more wanton.  Dave could
tell that Peg was going to come soon, not only by the sound of her voice
but by the way her thighs were shaking as they held his head.  Also, he
felt her ass ring spasming on his finger as he probed her asshole.



   His balls were being munched roughly now as Fran approached an orgasm,
too.  Her hand gripped Dave's prick.



   "Ahhhhh!" Peg wailed into Fran's cunt.



   Peg was coming, so Dave moved his tongue to her clit and whipped that
stiff organ.  She was shaking so much now that Dave's brains were being
rattled as he kept her thighs clamped on his head.  But Dave didn't mind.
Having his head shaken helped him tickle Peg's clit.



   Fran was coming, too.  The way she hung onto Dave's cock and balls and
moaned made her condition obvious.



   The bed was bouncing now like a trampoline, adding to everyone's
pleasure.  Fran's hand began jerking Dave's loose cock skin over the hard
core of his prick, but not enough to make him come.  He was awfully
excited, though!



   When Peg's orgasm had run its course and she stopped writhing, Dave
eagerly pulled his head out from her crotch to see what was happening.  The
chicks' bodies were glistening with sweat as they shook.  Peg's head was
still nodding at Fran's pussy, Fran's body amplifying the motion as she
clung to Dave's legs.  Now she was rubbing her face against the twitching
tower of his prick with her teeth gripping the flesh of his balls.



   "Eeee!" she wailed at the pinnacle of her lust.



   Then Peg stopped lashing Fran's cunt with her tongue and rested her
cheek on Fran's soaked pussy mound.



   The girls had their orgasms and now awaited Dave.  They were his to do
with whatever he chose.



   Where to start?  Dave got up on his haunches, poised and ready to
strike.



   Since he hadn't yet experienced Fran's tight cunt on his cock, he
decided to stick it in there.  So he climbed over his wife and got between
Fran's legs.  Peg was in the way, but when she saw Dave bringing his prick
to the pussy she'd just sucked, she moved out of his way-but just enough
for him to fuck Fran while she looked on.



   As Dave brought his fat cockhead to Fran's wet and loosened cunt lips,
Peg reached over and helped guide her husband's twitching cock into
position.



   "Oh, Dave!" Fran gasped as his prick began to stretch her pussy.



   Dave, feeling his cock being fed to Fran's cunt by his wife's hand,
lowered himself onto Fran's mammoth tits.  Feeling those firm mountains of
tit flesh meeting his chest was wonderful, but it didn't take away from the
sensation of Fran's cunt surrounding his prick!



   Fucking his cock to the balls in Fran's cunt made Dave gasp.  He let his
prick lie still for a while as Fran's cunt tunnel caressed and held his.



   "It feels like you're reaching halfway to my heart!" Fran groaned as she
enjoyed the feeling of Dave's prick throbbing inside her pussy.



   Meanwhile, Peg reached into the hot area of their crotches.  Her fingers
crept about, feeling Dave's balls lying on the bottoms of Fran's
ass-cheeks, the base of Dave's prick where it disappeared into Fran's
parted cunt lips, and Dave's ass, tensed with lust.



   Dave took in all the lovely things that were happening, all the wild
sensations that flooded his fevered brain.  Then he began pumping, fucking
his cock in and out of Fran's tight, gripping cunt!



   "Ohhhhh!  Dave!" Fran gasped as she felt the force of his prick invading
her pussy.



   Dave's cock fucked into her relentlessly.  He crashed his crotch to
Fran's, fucking his prick deep.  Then he pulled it so only his taut
cockhead remained in her cunt, then lunged again.



   Peg tried to hold his balls as he fucked Fran, but he moved too fast. 
So she left her fingertips at the entrance to Fran's pussy and enjoyed the
way Dave's slid over them.



   "Ohhh!  Ohhhh!" Dave began gasping as his orgasm bloomed.



   Before coming, he experienced such a rush of pure bliss he knew this
climax would be the greatest of his life.  And when it hit he knew he was
right!



   "Ahhhhh!" he cried.



   "Oh, Dave!  Dave!  Fuck me!" Fran chanted as she held onto his churning
hips with her legs and ground her cunt around his plunging cock.



   Dave kept his prick fucking in Fran's cunt as long as he could.  Then he
let his body go limp, resting his weight on Fran's tits and hips.



   "That was so exciting to see!" Peg said as she pulled her hand from the
fuck-site.



   "I love the way you fuck, Dave," Fran said.  "Lucky you, Peg!"



   "Yeah, Dave tastes good care of my needs," Peg said.  "He uses his
tongue real well, too!"



   "I know," Fran said.



   Dave rolled off Fran and onto his back.  His spent prick landed on his
belly with a wet lap.  But it hardly lay there a minute before Peg snuggled
up, cupped his prick in her hands and began nibbling on it.  Gradually,
Dave's prick stretched and stiffened again.



   When his prick was able to stand unsupported, Peg climbed on her husband
and fitted his cock into her cunt.  She rocked gently, stirring her cunt
with his fucker.



   "No hurry, honey," she said to Dave.  "I just couldn't let your prick
lie around while I felt like fucking."



   Dave lay on his back looking at Peg.  Then he saw Fran rise to her knees
beside him.  She moved to Peg and they kissed.  The sight of the girls
going after each other again made Dave's cock a bit harder.



   Then Fran threw a leg over Dave's body, straddling him and facing Peg,
who had begun to fuck on Dave's cock.  The girls embraced and kissed.



   Now Dave was presented with a view of Fran's ass where it rested on his
chest, and he saw her back, crossed with one of Peg's arms as she held
Fran. Dave imagined where his wife's other hand was-on one of Fran's
wonderful tits!



   Dave grabbed Fran's hips and ran his hands up and down the beautiful
curves of her body.  Then he reached around her to her tits which he
grabbed.  Sure enough, he had to share one of her tits with his wife.



   Massaging Fran's tits while his wife rode his prick was a pretty good
position to be in.  Dave decided.



   The girls moaned around their intertwined tongues.



   Dave felt one of Fran's arms cross his wrist as he held onto her tits.
It was obvious that Fran had reached down to her own pussy, and, when Dave
felt her arm move with a scrubbing motion, he knew what she was doing. 
Again he wished he had a better view, but he certainly couldn't complain!



   Having come so recently, Dave was able to last while Peg fucked herself
into ecstasy on his prick.  She moaned in heat as she continued kissing and
feeling up Fran.



   "Let me fuck him for a while," Fran said when Peg's orgasm ended.



   Peg lifted herself from Dave's cock and backed up, hovering over his
knees.  Then Fran moved down over his hips with her back still toward him.
Dave could no longer reach her tits as she fucked his prick up her cunt. 
But in that position, Dave had a better target for his hands-Fran's asshole
peeked out at him and he fucked a finger into it.



   The chicks were still kissing and holding each other's tits just as they
had when Peg was fucking Dave.  But now it was Fran's moaning that filled
the room.



   Dave joined Fran in a smashing orgasm.



   "Oh, you look so beautiful when you come!" Peg said to Fran, making Dave
wish he had a view of Fran's face, too.  But it was enough for him to feel
her cunt sliding on his cock and her asshole gripping his finger.



   After Dave came, Fran climbed off him and the three of them lay side by
side, Dave in the middle.



   "Oh, Fran," Peg sighed.  "This was so wonderful!  I don't care if you're
a witch or not."



   "A witch?" Fran asked.



   "Oh!  I didn't mean a witch," Peg mumbled.  "I only meant, well ..."



   "I've been called a lot of things in my time, but never a witch," Fran
mused.



   "It's so silly," Peg said.  "I was reading a book about witches when you
moved in and my imagination got the best of me, I guess."



   "I know how that happens," Fran said.  "I once thought some neighbors of
mine were Russian spies.  But they turned out to be bookies."



   They laughed then slipped into a sound sleep.


   To Be Continued