The Neighborhood (Home and Away) Ð Chapter 4
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Elliot sat on the black leather sofa next to Julia. He could hear the lawnmower in the backyard as Bradley trimmed the lawn in accordance with the Homeowner Association's ordinance 35.21 on the respectable appearances of domiciles in the confines of the Sunny Acres Planned Community. Julia's hand slipped under the teal panties he was wearing and gently gripped his cock. His sister-in-law's puffy nipples were chafing against her thin, white t-shirt as she pressed herself against him.
"Your cock is nice and hard," she breathed in his ear, "it's smaller than I normally go for, but not too bad." She let go and climbed into his lap, facing him and straddling his thighs. Her tight denim shorts rubbed against the silk of his panties as she slowly ground her hips, sliding her crotch against his. Reflexively, his hands moved to cup the full, lemon-shaped breasts under her shirt.
"No paws!" she hissed and slapped his face. Elliot whimpered and clenched his teeth as Julia slowly pulled her shirt up to reveal the golden skin of her taut stomach, the creamy white underside of her dangling breasts and, finally, the swollen brown areola and bulbous nipples. She giggled and very lightly dragged them across his face. He could smell the sweet mixture of sweat and strawberries combining with the musk from between her thighs. Elliot whimpered again.
"Do you want to suck them, Elliot?" she asked, "I know you do. You're always trying to look down my shirt. Rebecca told me that I wasn't allowed to fuck you. But we know how to bend the rules, don't we? Pastor Douglas says fucking is only when you're making babies." Her left nipple gently rested against his lips. "He told me that when I was sixteen. Then he bent me over a pew and put his cock in my asshole."
"You've been fucking a priest since you were a teenager?" he asked, trying to concentrate on not cumming in his panties. She gripped his jaw and forced open his mouth, stuffing her tit between his lips.
"He's a pastor, not a priest, now shut up and suck," she demanded. She was delicious and tender, as he'd always imagined she would be. "I confessed to him after the first time I sucked a guy off," she continued, "He made me give him all the details: What did it look like? How big was it? Black or white? Were we at home or in a car? Did he go down on me? Just fingering-banging? Was there a lot of cum? Did I swallow? Then, he made me show him what I had done on him. After that, he fed me his cock a couple of times a month. When I told him that I wanted to fuck a boy, he said that was for marriage and making babies."
Elliot considered what Julia was telling him and suddenly her long years of flawless attendance at Saturday evening choir practice and Sunday afternoon services at the Milton Vale New Hope Congregation made more sense. Pastor Graham Douglas was a very charismatic leader, and the church was a mainstay of the town's moral standards, so he could never figure out how a total slut like Julia could reconcile her commitment to both God and cock. Now he knew.
"That's the first time he went down on me. He always liked to suck my titties and play sticky-fingers, then make me suck him until he blew his load in my mouth. But that day, he pulled my panties down around my knees, turned me around and buried his face between my cheeks, licking my pussy and tickling my asshole. Then he fed me his cock and made me get it all slick. I couldn't believe it when he started pushing it against my backdoor." Julia unlatched her nipple from Elliot's mouth then slid off his lap and turned her back to him. Very slowly she worked her cut-offs over her hips and dropped them to her ankles, revealing white, low-rise cotton briefs dotted with pink hearts. Elliot swallowed hard as she backed between his knees and began grinding her plump asscheeks against his crotch.
"It makes you hot thinking about it, doesn't it Elliot. Little sixteen-year-old me getting cock in her ass for the first time. I bet you would like to try it," she reached back and gripped the firm globes of her buttocks, squeezing and spreading them as she rolled her hips. "Take your cock out," she ordered.
Shaking, Elliot immediately shucked his silk undergarments over his hips and released his aching member. He gasped as Julia bent forward, pushing her ass towards him and slid his cock into the cleft of her cheeks so that he was separated from the heat of her anus by the thin fabric of her panties.
"Once his cock was inside me and the pain eased a bit, Pastor Douglas started to fuck me. I was crying like a little bitch, but he didn't let up, it just made him harder. He was grunting and whining and he squeezed my tits and just hammered into my ass. When he came we both were screaming. I still had his cum dribbling from my hole when his secretary came into the chapel. She just looked at me sprawled on the floor and handed him some papers to sign like it was no big thing. I didn't know then that she was just as big a letch as he was." She pulled Elliot's hands up over her breasts and he gripped them tightly, soft, warm handfuls of flesh between his fingers.
Her right hand snaked into the front of her panties and she began to rub her clit in time with the rhythm of her grinding. Elliot began to pull and twist at her engorged nipples. She moaned and pushed back against him even harder. He could feel warm moisture leaking from her pussy and the spunk rising in his balls, and Elliot knew that if Bradley hadn't already given him a blow-job in the garage that morning, he would have already blown his wad all over his sister-in-law's gorgeous behind.
"Are you going to put your hard little cock in my asshole, Elliot? Do you want to bend me over like the little slut that I am? Are you man enough?" Julia taunted. His hands slid down her flank and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her soaking panties. His cock was throbbing on the edge of release.
The doorbell rang.
"Shit," Julia cursed. She stood, hiked up her cut-offs, and pulled her t-shirt down over her creamy tits. Elliot whimpered yet again. "Leave that out," she instructed, pointing to his lap. He nodded, his wide eyes riveted to the luscious ass that he was so tantalizingly close to diving into.
She disappeared down the hallway and he became vaguely aware that the lawnmower was no longer buzzing in the backyard. He heard raised voices from the front entrance and then Julia crying out in distress. He sat paralyzed until several seconds later when a woman entered the living room, dragging Julia by the hair and followed by the looming form of a uniformed man. An embroidered patch on his shoulder identified him as Sunny Acres Security Personnel.
The woman was tall, with blond hair pulled back into a severe bun and large plastic-framed glasses. Her grey pantsuit and high-necked white blouse were overly modest for the early summer heat. Elliot thought she would have looked prudish except that the sight of her impressive chest heaving with the effort of controlling his struggling sister-in-law just about sent him over the brink.
"Are you Elliot Brunelle?" the woman demanded.
"Who the fuck are you?" Elliot blurted, his hard cock still jutting from the waistband of his panties. The security guard cuffed him on the side of the head, and then hauled him to his feet. The woman shot daggers from her eyes and pulled Julia up by her hair roots with her left hand, her right hand clasped around the younger woman's throat.
"I am the President of the Home Owners' Association, Vivian Douglas. You are going to be written up for a fine, your lawn is in atrocious condition. This little hussy, on the other hand," she cupped Julia's mouth tightly and wrenched her head back, "has been committing adultery with my husband and she gets a different punishment." Elliot noticed the blood streaked across the diamond rings on Vivian's hand matched the fluid leaking from Julia's nose.
"You're Pastor Douglas's wife?" Elliot asked.
"Shut up Elliot!" Julia hissed.
Vivian's eyes narrowed and she stepped forward. "I heard this little slut on the phone this morning, gloating that `Pastor Douglas says that the only real sex is penis in vagina with the man on top, the way God meant it'. I knew just who it was that was talking; the little whore that seduced my husband with sodomy," she hissed, quivering with rage.
"That was you on the phone?" Elliot asked, trying to distract the woman, "It sounded like you were enjoying yourself on the other end of the line, like maybe what you were hearing was making you so hot that you had to put your hand in your pants and brush the cobwebs out off your pussy." He turned to the security guard who was holding him; "It seemed to me like she really enjoyed the sounds of Julia and Bradley and me fucking." He winked and the beefy young man holding him licked his lips nervously.
"T-that's not true!" Vivian sputtered, momentarily loosening her grip on Julia. The younger woman took the opportunity and swung a balled fist into Vivian's mid-section, just above her crotch. Her captor huffed and collapsed in a heap on the living room carpet. Julia sprang on her instantly, clinging to her back and wrapping her long legs around Vivian's torso.
The two women thrashed and rolled on the floor for several minutes, screaming, cursing, biting, and pulling hair until Julia finally subdued her opponent. Vivian lay on her back, legs locked in Julia's grip, her blouse ripped open to expose her heaving breasts cupped in a white full-support granny bra, with Julia's legs pinning her arms and her ass on Vivian's face so that the older woman was smothered between her opponents ass cheeks.
The security guard was still holding Elliot from behind, but now he was also rubbing the substantial bulge in his pants against Elliot's ass. Elliot reached back, took the guard's hand and brought it around his waist. The young man slipped his hand down and tentatively gripped Elliot's steel-hard cock.
Elliot sighed and watched Julia begin to torment Vivian by rolling her hips and grinding her pelvis against her face. The security guard gathered the dripping precum from the tip of Elliot's prick and rubbed it over the head and shaft. Elliot's left hand reached back and cupped his captor's erection through the dark blue uniform trousers. Elliot could feel his cum boiling in his balls as he watched Julia rub out her orgasm on Vivian's face and his new acquaintance tugged on his cock.
"Are you sorry you barged in here, you stupid cunt? You thought you were so tough, but now look at you." Julia gloated. "MMMMÉ my pussy is so wet, can you taste it through my jeans, bitch? You're getting a good view of the ass that your husband pounds his pecker into every Sunday before his service. I bet you wish you could put your tongue in my asshole, the way Graham does. Is it making you hot, thinking about it? I can smell your cunt juicing. I bet if I pulled down your slacks, I'd find your dirty old granny panties soaked right through, wouldn't I?" Julia followed through on her own suggestion and yanked the grey flannel down over Vivian's hips.
Elliot could hear the young man behind him moan as Julia peeled his boss's pants down to her knees. Vivian's muffled sobs leaked out from under Julia's bottom as his sister-in-law gathered the nylon fabric on her opponent's crotch and wrenched it upwards, pulling it up into the fold's of Vivian's pussy lips. She sawed them back and forth for a few moments, and then dipped two fingers into the older woman's snatch.
Vivian began to buck and thrash as Julia fingered her harder and faster, the whole time keeping her own crotch mounted firmly against Vivian's face. "That's right bitch, flop and scream all you want, I'm not going to stop until you make my cunt gush! Oh yeah, bitch, I'm gonna cummmm!!!!" Vivian's pathetic moans escalated to panicked screams, but were still muted in the crevice of Julia's cheeks.
Elliot now had the security guard's dick in his hand as the two of them watched Julia ride the face of the Home Owner Association President. The young man's cock was thick and uncut and now slick with his precum and Elliot's saliva. Julia looked over at the two men stroking each other and grinned. She beckoned for Elliot to come closer so he moved up, pulling the other man forward by his member. The security guard's breathing got heavier and Elliot knew they were both about to blow.
Julia sat up quickly and a jet of hot cum shot out of Elliot's cock, spraying Vivian in the face. Five more heavy spurts landed on her hair, her neck and her chest. Julia grabbed Vivian's hair and pulled her face back and clutched her jaw, forcing her mouth open as Elliot stroked the security guard's dick hard and fast. The young man erupted, a geyser of semen exploding from his pulsing meat and arcing onto his boss's face, her eyes, into her mouth. Julia pushed Vivian's face forward until the security guard's cock was deep in her throat, gagging her. Elliot could feel still more of the brawny youngster's enormous load pulsing through his organ.
"You better get this bitch out of here and clean her up. I doubt she would want her husband to know what she's been up to here." Julia pulled Vivian's face close to hers. "Isn't that right slut? If there's any more trouble from you, I might just have to let it slip to your husband how much you enjoyed another woman finger-banging you, or how you ate my ass or took two loads in the face." Vivian just sobbed, her tears streaking through runnels of mascara and saliva and gobs of sperm on her cheeks. The Security guard picked her up and led her to the front door.
"I'll come by your office tomorrow to pay that lawn mowing fine," Elliot told him.