Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Over at Bob's 

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Over at Bob's - (overbob.txt) - An invitation to the neighbor's
starts an interesting series of events for this guy. He doesn't see
this coming. M/F, anal, oral


	I'm telling this the way it happened to me, so hold your
questions. If I don't answer them, it's because I don't know, either.
I still have questions of my own.

	Bob, my neighbor, asked me to drop by one night. That in itself 
was not odd or out of place. He and Alice walked into my house and I
into theirs with casual regularity. We were friends and that was how it
was. 

	I went with no other thought than what we'd do to occupy our
time. We weren't likely to huddle around a T.V. like some magic
campfire that suppressed conversation. I was thinking three-handed
Euchre or Scrabble. I was in for a shock.

	They gave no hint of the momentous occasion. Why is a question
I can't answer. Everything seemed as it always was until Bob excused
himself for a beer run.

	We're talking five minutes on average with ten being an
extraordinary outside for the trip, but before Bob was in the car,
Alice sat on the arm of my chair and leaned over me. It wasn't as if
I'd never been close to her, but this time I could feel her presence,
if you can guess what I mean.

	I mean that she exuded an intention that was familiar in general
but jarring coming from her in their house. That was for the time it
took for Bob to put the car in gear and drive away. Then she laid her
hand on my thigh and intention was no longer a provocative game.

	"Alice, what are you doing?" I asked very carefully as her hand
was producing the natural reaction.

	"I thought you'd have a nice cock," she said. "I've always
wondered what it was like."

	I didn't know exactly what to say. The way she said it sounded
so innocent- just curiosity, but now her hand was on my cock and
stroking it through my pants. I couldn't think of a way for her to
satisfy her curiosity that made any sense and I was sitting on a
powder keg of infinite trouble.

	"Bob will be back in a minute," I managed to remind her. "You
better not be doing that when he gets back."

	"Why not?" she asked. "Do you think he'd mind?"

	It being the stupidest question I'd ever heard prevented me from
hearing the mocking in her tone. Forgive me if I wasn't alertly
observing the nuances. I had a friend's wife stroking my hard cock and
the friend due in another minute or two.

	"Just quit it!" I told her firmly, pushing her hand away and,
for good measure, covering my cock with my hands to protect it from
fondling.

	"Bob," she complained to her arriving husband, "Bill won't let
me see what his cock is like."

	"What?"

	I didn't want to throw up my hands. It seemed too defensive,
like I had something to be guilty about and I didn't want to uncover
my hard-on. I didn't really want to sit there coving my crotch either,
but I was fresh out of ideas. I didn't have that much time to think.

	"What's the matter, Bill?" Bob asked. "Don't you like Alice?"

	"What are you talking about?" I asked almost frantically, an
emotion fueled by Bob pulling down his zipper and extracting his own
growing cock.

	"Let her see your cock," Bob proposed, "She's been talking my
ear off about how big it is, how long it is, all that. Just take your
hands away."

	It wasn't no much a leap of faith as simple surrender. I didn't
want to cover my crotch anyway, it was so childish. I took my hands
away and leaned on my disbelief as Alice pounced and began undoing
my pants.

	"If you'd just take these off, you'd be more comfortable," Alice
said as she struggled to get me pants under my balls so she could fish
my cock out of my underwear.

	I knew she was wrong. I wasn't comfortable and having no pants
wasn't going to calm me. I can only say I was disturbingly distracted
from her exposing me by the ominous sight of Bob jerking off.

	"Oh honey, see? It's a nice one. Isn't that nice one?" Alice
held my cock and asked Bob's approval.

	Bob grunted some sort of assent, but he wasn't, thankfully,
staring at my cock when he did. He was watching Alice and Alice was
watching Bob and I was some sort of oddity outside their conversation.
At least that's how it felt.

	"Go ahead," Bob said to some question I missed, "You know how
much you want to. Go ahead and suck it."

	There were no more questions, or chiding me to comply. I was, 
as I felt, outside their discussion. I considered if this affront
should prompt me to jump up and end the madness, but then Alice's
mouth sucked in the head of my cock and scrambled my thinking.

	Her tongue tickled the underside, her lips pulled over the 
smooth surfaces of the top and then she looked up at me and added me
to the conversation.

	"You like that, Bill? You like the way I suck your cock?" she
asked.

	"It feels good," I said.

	Not a major rave, but what do you say when your neighbor is
whacking off while his wife sucks your cock? I think my first impulse
was to not insult my host. She hadn't really done so much to get an
unaffected review. 

	She may have realized that because she was remedying her first
brevity without making a reply. This time she was licking up and
down the sides, sucking the head and then licking some more. All the
time she was looking at me, for what I'm not sure.

	Perhaps there was a sign of surrender I wasn't aware of, but
she eventually slid her lips farther down my cock and if the surrender
wasn't there before, her bobbing assured it. I was getting a blow
job in front of Bob and he didn't care and neither did I.

	 "Is that good?" Alice asked as if she couldn't interpret my
wheezing sighs as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth.

	"It's great. You're really good at it," I told her whole-
heartedly, although I did have to censor calling her a cocksucker.

	I noticed she had move more to the side and I found out the 
reason after she had sucked my cock a little more.

	"You see me sucking his cock?" she asked Bob as she lifted her
mouth just long enough and then sucked some more before asking, "You
see his hard cock going in and out of my mouth?"

	"Oh yeah, baby, suck it good," Bob huffed, stroking his cock
with sure, steady strokes intended to keep him running along a peak
without cumming.

	This time my role at outsider upset me not at all. In some way I
wanted to be outside this strange thing. Mostly, I was happy with
what Alice's mouth was doing to my cock. Like Bob, she was keeping me
straining for completion, but never letting me arrive.

	"Tell him to fuck me now," Alice said the next time she lifted
her head. "Tell him to put it deep in my pussy and fuck me hard."

	She kept her hand wrapped around my cock and licked it while
looking at Bob for his reply.

	"Bill. You got to fuck her," Bob panted out. "She wants it. You
better give it to her."

	I supposed more persuasive words would have been used if Bob was
not hampered by his own excitement and the exertion of maintaining it.
They were enough in the circumstances, which were irretrievably skewed
by mounting passion.

	It was shorthand for me, to give me the what, if not the why of
what I was to do. It was no longer an issue except in some back part
of my brain that had determined that it must play out before any
sense could be made of it.

	Alice was undressed for the occasion. She pulled her dress over
head without ceremony and came to squat over me in the chair.

	"See how wet I am for you? See how wet you've made me?" she 
asked as she rubbed my cock between the lips of her pussy.

	I assumed the question was rhetorical, or for the general aura
it generated. She was indeed wet and by now I was anticipating her
sliding down onto my cock with eagerness.

	"Oh Bob! It's going inside me! I can feel it so deep inside me.
Can you see how his cock is going inside me?" Alice called out as she
lowered herself down on my cock.

	"Fuck him good now. Let me see you fuck him good," Bob replied.

	I hardly noticed whether I was in the discussion or outside it
as Alice rode up and down on my cock. It was like they were having
their kinky scene outside of me and I, sheltered by Alice's body, was
in private with me and her pussy doing marvelous things by ourselves.

	"Suck my nipples, Bill. Suck them. I'm so wet. Suck my nipples
and make my pussy wetter," Alice reminded me I was there.

	Her breasts were in my face and catching a nipple in my mouth
was no great task. As I did, I noticed that my hands were still on 
the arms of the chair. She was bouncing up and down on my cock and
I was chasing her nipples with my mouth while the rest of me was in
some unnatural repose beyond what was happening.

	It was in a way the entire saga of the night. I was for the most
part external, a necessary part, but not necessary in total. Like
my pose, mouth and cock engaged, the rest resting, I furnished a vital
function and only so far as that function was I involved.

	"Stroke your cock for me. Let me see. Grip it tight now," Alice
leaned back but did not stop moving as she instructed Bob, "It makes
me so wet to watch. You make me do such dirty things. Stroke it for
me."

	"I want you to fuck me from behind," Alice turned back to me, "I
want you to fuck me so Bob can see."

	The best place for that was the sofa and she moved toward it
with me close behind. I'd given up on all ordering this night and was
going to go along.

	"Make her come get it," Bob advised when Alice was kneeling on
the sofa and strangely I knew what he meant.

	I put my cock just to the lips of Alice's pussy and jiggled it
up and down to tease her. Her hips became a rotating machine as she
tried to tempt me into her and then slowly moved back to trap my cock.

	"Make her come and get it," Bob said again, shorter of breath.

	"Look at the dirty things he makes me do," Alice said to no one
in particular as she wiggled, bit at a time, onto my cock.

	"Now fuck me hard. Bob likes it more the harder you fuck me,"
Alice said when she was pushed back against me with my cock buried its
full length in her pussy.

	Well, Bob be damned. I was fucking her and I was going to fuck
her the way Bill liked. I was no longer as external. My hands were
on her hips and I was pumping into her my own way. I liked long
strokes with a jolt at the end and I gave them to Alice.

	She moaned appreciation and told Bob, "See how he fucks me? I
love the way he fucks me! He's so deep inside me, Bob. He is so fucking
deep inside me."

	"He's going to make me cum! I'm going to cum, Bob!" Alice
informed us, the motion of her ass making it impossible for me to
ignore.

	I could feel her need and felt obligated to ram my cock into her
just as her hips begged. I was fucking hard and fast, the kind of
fucking Alice said Bob liked as she squirmed in vocal delight.

	She said she came. I didn't care. I went back to long, slow
strokes as she reached out toward Bob. He hadn't shown any interest
in me, I told myself as Bob stepped closer and my faith was rewarded
when I saw Alice's intent was to suck Bob while I fucked her.

	"You like to see your cock in my mouth while I get fucked?"
Alice asked Bob, "You like to see your cock in my face while another
man fucks me?"

	It was pretty clear Bob did enjoy it. I was willing to grant him
access to his wife in those conditions. You might find that ungrateful
since he gave me access to his wife, but normal has no place here and
conventions are no guide. And I thought we'd reached an accord.

	"Now make him fuck me up the ass, Bob. Tell him to fuck me up
the ass," Alice told Bob.

	"You heard her," Bob said, looking at me over the naked body of
his wife which had our cocks in either end, "She wants to get fucked
in the ass."

	"You guys do that a lot? Because I'm not sure..." I started and
Bob casually leaned over to open a drawer in the end table and tossed
me a tube of lube.

	"She wants it," Bob said as if that settled it. "She wants you
to fuck her in the ass."

	If I had submerged my disbelief while Alice blew me and entered
into the shadow land of their kinks when fucking her, the act of
smearing the lube on her asshole snapped me out of it. Bob wanted me
to jam my cock up his wife's butt because she wanted it.

	It was outside anything I'd ever thought or dreamed and at the
same time as inevitable as all the rest. It was crazy but there was
no escape and I really didn't want to escape.

	It made no sense, but sense would never let me fuck Alice in the
ass. I was going to do whatever they asked and sort it out later. It
was too late for anything else.

	"Bob! He's putting his cock in my ass! I-ee.. I can feel it going
in..." the strain was evident in Alice's voice as she reported my 
progress.

	I can't say she made much of it because it wasn't my asshole
popping over the head of my cock like a rubber band. It didn't seem to
resist too strongly and once in I moved with relative ease up her ass.
Whatever Alice felt, she made sure Bob had the extreme version.

	"Bob! He's fucking me up the ass! I can feel it going in so deep.
He's so deep in my ass, Bob! He fucking me so deep up the ass," Alice
kept her running commentary as I pushed deeper into her asshole.

	Perhaps to quiet her, or give her a break, or from his own
heightened need, Bob shut off her words by poking his cock into her
mouth. From then there were only muffled gulps, groans and grunts as
Bob fucked her mouth and I fucked Alice's ass.

	"Make him fuck me harder!" Alice demanded when she broke away.

	"Why don't I fuck you harder?" Bob asked Alice.

	"What about Bill?" she asked, and I was also interested.

	"He can fuck you too," Bob said.

	"Both of you?" you could hear Alice light up in her voice.

	"I'll fuck her ass, if you don't mind," Bob said to me.

	No, I was here first, go get your own wife? What could I say? He
was so polite about it as well and I had already fucked Alice's ass.

	I let Alice position me so she could get astride me and settle
down on my cock. I felt her arch to offer herself and felt her tense
as much as grunt when Bob must have pushed his cock up her ass.

	"Two of you! You make me do dirty things!" Alice called out as I
felt Bob on the other side of the sheath.

	If Alice had climaxed before, she was in constant orgasm as Bob
fucked her ass or she moved on both of us. I'm not sure because I was
under both of them and my awareness was limited to her pussy moving on
my cock. All I know was it was moving urgently and squirming and 
fluttering around my cock.

	"Bob! You're going to make me cum! You're going to make me cum
with a cock in my ass! I'm going to cum with a cock in my ass!" Alice
announced.

	As I said, I think she was cumming steadily from the moment she
settled on us. I guess her words were some ploy or formula to make Bob
get off. He did increase his efforts, whatever efforts Alice was making
for our mutual benefit. I guess he did get off because finally he went
still and there was only the surge of Alice's hips to move her pussy on
my cock.

	In the peaks and valleys of excitement, I was in the middle,
needing something more to cum. I tried to lunge up at Alice as Bob
moved away. She pushed up to look straight down at me.

	"I want you to cum on my face," she said with a look of evil
glee, her hips clearly in maintenance mode now. "I want you to stand
over me and cum all over my face to show Bob what a dirty girl I am."

	There was no going back now. Just as there had been no retreat 
possible when I pushed my cock up her ass, although with less private
happiness about it, I had to cum on her face. I pictured myself jerking
off over her until I spurted, but I was as wrong about that as I had 
been that we'd play Scrabble.

	Alice was not going to let a moment of this odd evening be any
less than unique. I stood over her all right, but she grabbed my cock
in her mouth and gave me a demanding suck. Her fingers tickled over
my balls as she sucked and I didn't try to hold back.

	My balls must have alerted her, because just as I knew I could 
not hold back, she jerked her head off my cock and began stroking it
frantically herself. As before, I only had to furnish the cock. Alice
brought me to climax and then directed the spurting cock onto her face
without my help.

	"There Bob, see what I slut I am?" she asked with my cum
spattered on her face. "See what a dirty girl you make me?"

	Oddly, or maybe not so oddly at all, we didn't say anything more
about it. What do you say? Thanks for fucking my wife? I like that hip
swing you do, as a compliment of some kind?

	It was well, it's getting late. Oh, I know, if you've got to go.
Thanks for having me over. We enjoyed it. That kind of thing until I
was out into the crisp night air and anxious to get home to sort it
out. 

	So far the sorting is what you see. I'm not making sense of it
and don't know if I will until I get more information. Have the
neighbors started something? Am I to fuel their strange desires or was
it was one-time thing?

	I guess I can handle either, but it would be nice to know. I
don't think I'll ever understand what Bob gets out of it, but I don't
have to be Bob. I'm just pretty certain that it doesn't mean Alice
wants me to come over and cum - unless Bob's there to watch.

	Even that is uncertain, but it's the feeling I get. I'll tell you
more when I know more and when this all sinks in. The only certain 
thing is that I wasn't expecting it when I went to the neighbor's.
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