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The Neighborhood Part II
Elliot spent a few minutes cleaning his load off his stomach, keyboard and window before pulling up his shorts and rolling his chair back up to his desk. His head was spinning as he thought about the events that had just transpired, first jacking a load as he watched his neighbor, Evelyn, masturbate with a cucumber, then sucking off his sister-in-law's boyfriend, Bradley. He licked his lips again, savouring the faint taste of the younger man's salty jism.
It had been years since that kind of thing had happened to him, and he felt both re-vitalized and trepidatious. What did this mean for his quiet little life in the suburbs? Would it happen again, as Bradley seemed to suggest it would, or was it a one-time encounter, fun at the moment but not to be repeated? What would Rebecca say if she found out?
His mind drifted back to his senior year in high school, when he'd come across two of the swim team's stars fondling eachother in the locker room. He was the gym technician, which meant that he cleaned up after the sports teams, putting away equipment, towels and so forth. He wasn't particularly athletic, but this job counted towards his Phys. Ed. grade, so he appreciated the chance to make up for his lack of physical prowess by dilligenty cleaning up after the real jocks.
On this afternoon, the coach had sent him to the far end of the field to repair a soccer net before he cleaned up the pool after the swim team's practice, so he was quite a bit later finishing than was normal. He came around a row of lockers and stopped dead in his tracks, as before him opened up a view of two damp, lithe, muscled guys with their arms around eachother. One of them, Jason, had his right hand down between their two huddled bodies, and Elliot then noticed the way that both boys' hips were moving in tandem rhythm.
Jason was kissing and biting the side of Darryl's neck, while the other boy had his head thrown back , his lips parted in soundless pleasure. Elliot had never seen anything like this, but his cock was stiff in his shorts and he carefully stepped back and reached into his jock strap to relieve the pressure. As he backed up he bumped into a solid mass. It was Mr. Kolowski, the gym teacher. Elliot gasped and and could feel his face burning with embarrasment at being caught peeking, but Mr. K. merely put a finger to his lips to shush him. When Elliot nodded his understanding they both turned back to the scene on the locker room bench.
Darryl was now lying back, straddling Jason's body with his long dark-skinned legs as Jason rocked back and forth on top of him, both of their rigid cocks gripped in his hand and sliding up and down against eachother.
"Oh yeah, man," Darryl gasped, "just like that." Jason quickened the pace slightly, spitting in his hand every so often and rubbing it over their meat to keep the point of friction well lubricated. Elliot's jaw hung slack as the two swimmers bucked against eachother, but his cock was harder than it had ever been, even harder than when when his cousin, Sarah, had sucked him off the previous Christmas. He felt Mr. K. move closer behind him, his weight bearing down slightly on Elliot's shoulders, and suddenly a massive hand reached around his waist and was gently gripping his member over the thin fabric of his shorts. The whiskers on the coach's face rubbed against his neck as he whispered into Elliot's ear.
"Come to my office." And with that the hand disappeared and Elliot was left with his raging hard-on. He realized that the two jocks were now going for broke on the hard wooden bench. With one last deep thrust Jason groaned loudly spraying cum all over his buddy's lean stomach, his hands a blur on his shaft. Darryl followed quickly his own seed pumping in spurts out of his thick, black cock. Elliot turned and darted towards Mr. K.'s office, light-headed with lust.
Mr. K. was waiting for him, sitting in his office chair, his cock hanging out of his track pants over his hairy balls. Mesmerised by the sight of the coach's fat, leaking penis, Elliot stepped forward, his mouth suddenly dry, his erection painfully surging against the thin fabric of his shorts. Mr. K. reached forward and lightly brushed the tip of Elliot's tented crotch, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.
"You liked what you saw out there, huh? So did I ..." the older man whispered, grasping the outlines of Elliot's cock and slowly stroking it up and down. Elliot felt his balls boiling in anticipation and he impatiently pushed the waistband of his shorts and jock down over his slim hips, causing his boner to spring upwards in the coach's face. The older man smiled and slid his lips softly over Elliot's head and didn't stop until he had the full length in his throat.
Elliot gasped again as Mr. K. started to slide his mouth back and forth, running his tongue over the shaft and head of Elliot's member, until he was quickly ready to blow his wad. Not wanting this new experience to end so soon, Elliot backed up and reached for the coach's hardening dick. He carefully rubbed the clear fluid that oozed from the tip over the bulbous, spongy head, then gripped tightly and stroked the shaft a few times.
"Are you sure?" Mr. K. groaned. In answer, Elliot knelt between the coach's legs and slipped the tip of the cock into his mouth. It was slightly shorter than Elliot's seven inches but almost twice as big around and his lips were soon stretching to take more of the head into his mouth. Elliot had no idea what he was doing but pieced together his makeshift technique from his memory of Sarah's warm, wet mouth, what he'd seen in pornos and Mr. K.'s own expert guidance. Soon, the head and the top third of the shaft were pumping between his lips and he bobbed his head in time. Gathering more confidence as the coach's moans increased in intensity, Elliot cupped the older man's hairy ball sack and tentatively squeezed.
The coach moaned again and kicked off his track pants which were pooled around his ankles, then slid his hips forward, exposing the bottom of his lightly furred ass. He took Elliot's hand and gently guided it towards the cleft between his cheeks. Not knowing what to do exactly, Elliot experimentally rubbed his finger along the crease until the coach gasped and bucked into his face when he found the dark hole and tickled it lightly.
Mr. K.'s hand was now on the back of his head and was regulating Elliot's movement, expertly inching more and more of his cock down the eighteen year old throat as Elliot fingered and sucked eagerly. When his index finger pushed in to the second knuckle, Elliot felt the pressure on the back of his head increase until his nose was buried in the coach's wiry pubic hair, his forehead bouncing off the soft, hairy belly.
With his finger now pumping in and out in time to Mr. K.'s thrusts, Elliot tasted his first drops of semen, followed by several strong blasts until his mouth was overflowing and Mr. K.'s cum was drooling down his chin and onto his Tshirt. Elliot swallowed as he could, until finally the coach's hardness ebbed and he held only the fat head against his tongue.
After catching his breath, Mr. K. wasted no time in bringing Elliot to his feet and sliding his cock between his lips. The teen had lost none of his hardness in the interval and was soon groaning in ecstacy as the older man's mouth slid over his shaft. As he came to the verge of his climax, Mr. K. plopped the cock out of his mouth and had Elliot turn around and bend over the desk. Excited and terrified, but too far gone to resist, Elliot sighed as he felt Mr. K.'s tongue slither into his asshole and his strong, warm hand grip his cock, jacking it in rhythm with his rimming. Elliot grunted after three or four stokes and convulsed as his come splatted on the side of the oak desk and drizzled onto the floor.
Elliot was snapped back to the present when he heard the high mewling of his sister-in-law from the living room two floors below. The excitement of the afternoon and his daydream re-living of his first experience with a man set him on edge, his cock pulsing back to life at the sounds of his housemates fucking their brains out. Silently he left his office and padded down the two flights of stairs to the carpeted hallway outside the living room.
He crouched down and slowly inched his head past the edge of the doorway, until he could see most of the wide, light filled room. To his left he could see the back of the black leather sofa and the back of Julia's head, her honey brown curls cascading over her tanned shoulders. She writhed in her seat, gasping and sucking in quick breaths, then let out her high squeal which ended in a deep groan.
"That's it baby, suck it, suck my clitty ... Oh Bradley, my pussy's so fucking wet for you, I've been thinking about your hard cock all day ... oooo yeah, put another finger in me, jam it in there, harder, harder!" Her head thrashed from side to side, her commentary falling in and out of coherence and her wailing reached a fevered pitch, before she slumped limply back into the cushions of the couch.
Elliot had his cock out again and was gently stroking it when Bradley's glistening face appeared next to Julia. Their eyes met over the woman's head and Bradley grinned mischieviously, cocking his head toward the other doorway. Elliot saw what he meant and darted silently down the hall, through the kitchen and arrived at the living room entry opposite the one he'd just been stationed at. Very carefully he crouched again and eased forward until he was looking at the front of the black sofa. To his delight Bradley was now sitting on the couch facing him and Juila again had her back turned to him as she straddled Bradley's lap.
She wore a light cotton sundress, white with printed with red flowers and a long broom-stick skirt, with strapped high-heeled sandals. Her right hand was reaching under her skirt as she ground her pubis against Bradley's crotch. Bradley had his right hand in her top, kneading her left breast and his left reached around and cupped her ass, then bunched her skirt up over her hips. Elliot stifled a groan as he watched Julia pull aside her sopping pink cotton panties and slowly slide Bradley's thick nine inches into her wet quim.
"Ffffffuck!" she exhaled as she settled moistly onto Bradley's cock, sinking down to his round, smooth balls. The strap of her dress slipped over her shoulder as Bradley gently lifted her small upturned breast to his mouth. He glanced at Elliot as he took the puffy, lemon shaped tip between his teeth and bit playfully at it, a sly smile in his eyes. He began to pump slowly into Julia's cunt, keeping his eyes locked on Elliot who now had his cock in hand again, entranced by the sight of his sister-in-law riding this young stud.
As the couple picked up speed, Elliot wasn't sure who he was more envious of. He had always enjoyed watching Julia with her perky breasts and firm, round ass, but had never considered her in detail, always having been more attracted to her sister Rebecca's type, tall, dark and voluptuous. Now, he was reconsidering the younger sister's lithe energy and feeling his lust building as Bradley rocked in and out of her frilly pussy. On the other hand, he was aware of the desire that Bradley's beautiful meat stick was reawakening in him. In his college days he would have been hard pressed to stop himself from offering to bottom for such a gorgeous specimen.
As if reading his thoughts, Bradley winked at him then slipped his dripping cock out of Julia, bringing a moan of protest from the near delerious woman in his lap. Deftly, he guided the raging purple tip of his cock up to the small, puckered ring of Julia's asshole. Without hesitation, she reached back and spread her bubble-like cheeks, groaning and bucking her hips against his rampant member. With Julia's nipple firmly between his teeth Bradley pushed the head of his cock into her rectum and bottomed out in one smooth movement.
"GGGGOODDFFFUCKINGCHRISST!!" she screamed, "FUCK MY FUCKING TIGHT ASSHOLE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! CUMMINGGGGhhaahh!" Julia's head thrashed back and forth in a frenzy of curls as she bounced on Bradley's invader. Her boyfriend meanwhile gripped her asscheeks as he rammed himself into her, providing Elliot with a perfect view of his sister-in-law's anal ecstasy.
Bradley began to thrust methodically as his orgasm built. Coming down from her own second cum, Julia sensed the tightening in Bradley's heavy balls and she leaned to whisper in his ear. He grinned evilly and said "What's that baby? What do you want me to do?"
She hit him on the shoulder with her fist and replied "You heard me, asshole!"
"Tell me again," he commanded.
"I said I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to slide your big, hard cock out of my asshole and shove it in my mouth, then spray the rest all over my face."
"You dirty little slut," he grunted then pushed her off his cock. She landed lightly and crouched on her knees as he rammed his throbbing monster between her glistening lips. Her hand frantically rubbed her clit as Bradley unloaded in her mouth, on her forehead and cheeks and over her titties. Elliot felt his third load of the afternoon trickle over his knees and onto the slate tile floor of his kitchen.
Julia moved up Bradley's leanly muscled torso and kissed him deeply on the lips. Elliot whimpered in excitement as the young couple traded the load back and forth between them, with Bradley finally licking Julia's cheeks, neck and breasts clean of his own sperm with a smacking of lips. They exited the living room toward the hallway and disappeared to their bedroom, leaving a small crumpled item on the leather couch.
With hands shaking in anticipation, Elliot slunk into the room and snatched up the rumpled pink panties, still wet with Julia's congealing juices, and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply and flicked his tongue out to taste his sister-in-law's nectar, her sweaty crotch, the faint tang of her asshole. He could feel his dick stirring again, but he was spent from his afternoon of uncannily lucky voyeurism. He was taking one last sniff when the front door opened and his wife Rebecca came in. Not knowing what else to do he stuffed his prize into the waistband of his shorts and pulled his shirt down over them just as his wife strode into the livingroom ...
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