It wasn’t like I was avoiding my neighbours, quite the opposite. I just waited until I was pretty horny before I got myself into a position to visit. I knew that the price of fucking her was giving him the cock he wanted, I’d come to terms with that too. Any contact with Samantha was a definite bonus, of course, I was more than happy to make up for her boyfriend’s strange shortcomings. I wanted to give them room though, not to pressure any of them.
I’m not sure if they saw it that way, certainly not him, I think he was a bit cock hungry. I suppose he was just enjoying the freedom of coming out. He’d asked me to come round to change his floodlight, it was only about nine feet up, between his kitchen and his patio. The same area we’d all fucked, three days earlier.
I wasn’t naive either, I didn’t know if Paula would be there or not, but I did know he wanted cock. I wasn’t in a position to make demands if I wanted her without him; I’d just wait until he was at work, then call around. For now, my ladder was in position, and I was, four feet up, swapping his light out. Unsurprisingly, he hung around.
Job completed, I stepped down two rungs, his hands grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me against the ladder. My cock was level with his face, as he spoke quietly.
“Paula enjoyed the other night, and judging by the amount of cum I swallowed, I think we all did.”
He kissed my cock through my pants as he held me against the ladder, waiting for me to grow harder. I didn’t disappoint him as I swelled at his attention. He undid my pants, pulling them down, my cock hard now in my briefs as he kissed my length. He eased them down slowly, kissing my flesh as he exposed me.
My cock sprung from my waistband as he licked my head, tasting me again. My shaven balls soon freed as he cupped them, squeezing gently. His head bobbing up and down as he sucked on the cock he craved. It wasn’t a shock to me; deep down, I knew this was the real reason he’d asked me over. That didn’t matter, all that mattered was, I was hard, I was going to cum.
A movement caught my eye. Paula, standing at the patio door, watching us, smiling. I had no idea if all this was planned or not, but at the moment, I didn’t care. I felt his warm mouth serving my cock, his hand on my balls and could see she was happy too. She stood behind the glass, removing her blouse, showing me her bra-covered tits. His gaze fixed on my cock as he sucked on me.
Paula’s trousers were undone, and they fell around her ankles, her hand in her panties as she watched him. I was watching her as she freed one of her tits for me, teasing her nipple as she played with her clit. I was close. He could feel it, I’m sure. He squeezed my balls a little tighter, sucking a little harder.
Paula pulled her hand out of her panties and made an exaggerated show of sucking her fingers before freeing her other breast and teasing them, rolling her nipples with her fingers. What man could resist? He pulled my ass cheeks towards him, and my cock felt the back of his throat as I unloaded my cum into his eager mouth. Gripping the ladder, I stifled my groans. He sucked and swallowed as he squeezed my balls, helping himself to everything I had.
He pulled his head away and smiled at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. He released me from his grip, and I completed the two-rung descent to terra firma. My legs were shaking as he thanked me for my efforts, I looked across to Paula, but she was nowhere to be seen. I collected my ladders and went home, drained, and happy.
An hour passed before I heard an envelope being pushed through my door. The inscription simply read, “Enjoy.”
I opened it to find Paula’s panties, the ones she’d been fingering herself in. I examined them closely, there was definite evidence of her pleasure. They kept me entertained for a few days and nights.
I was outside, weeding, when Samantha went past in her car. I waved, but she didn’t respond, so I carried on. A minute later, I heard her voice. There was no one around, but we were in public.
“Enjoy mum’s panties, did you?” Sam asked.
I looked up at her in her usual yoga pants, grey on this occasion, and white bralette. This time, however, there was a bonus: her camel toe was clearly in view as I looked up at her. Did she take the time to arrange that? I didn’t know, but I was grateful nonetheless.
My eyes dwelled on the sight of her lips before rising slowly to her little boobs, then finally, her face. I told her I put those panties to good use.
“Bet you did, you dirty fucker, and have you finished gawping at my pussy? Go get them, bring them around. Dad’s out, but Mum’s in, I think. Oh! Don’t expect a mother/daughter lesbian lick fest, ain’t gonna happen.”
I didn’t hesitate, putting away my garden crap, a quick shower. Then Paula’s panties in my hand, I went next door. Sam hadn’t changed I was pleased to notice, neither had she adjusted her pants. Paula was supposed to be working from home, but I hoped that wouldn’t limit her in any way. The two girls were standing together when I arrived, chatting happily. Sam took the panties from me, looking at them.
“How many times did you cum in them?”
Twice, I replied.
Sam beckoned me to follow her upstairs, and I naturally obliged. Looking at her tight curvy ass as we went upstairs, Paula was behind me. She led us to the shower room, the same room where her dad first touched my cock just a few weeks ago.
“Strip, then kneel,” came the command from Sam. It took seconds for me to comply as I knelt in front of her naked, once again admiring the view of her lips.
I watched silently as Sam freed her tits before rolling her grey yogas down her thighs. Her pink panties stayed, delightfully stuck between her lips.
She moved towards me. I could smell her pussy. Her hand pushed my face against them as I tasted her. Sucking at the wet cotton, swallowing her flavours, Sam’s hand holding my face against her pussy.
Her taste changed dramatically as she began to pee on my face, and my mouth opened almost instantly. I rolled her piss-wet panties down and pushed my mouth under her. My hands behind her, teasing her sweaty asshole as she moaned, grinding down on me. Her stream overflowed from my mouth, then became drops before she turned, hands on the towel rail, bending, offering me that tight hole.
I could hear Paula breathing behind me as she pushed my face between her daughter’s sweaty cheeks, holding me there as I rimmed that sweaty asshole. Sam’s fingers danced like fireflies on her clit as she wiped herself on my tongue. Paula held me there until we heard Sam scream with pleasure, her orgasm bringing her the relief she sought from us. Paula released my head as Sam stood and turned to face us.
“Best time to piss on him now, mum, piss on him before he cleans up. Then I can watch you two fuck.”
Sam stepped into the shower watching. This precocious, foul-mouthed brat was ordering us both to do as she wanted. Paula moved in front of me, she’d undressed as I was feasting on her daughter’s piss. Her heavy tits were above me as I waited to see if she was going to do as her daughter had told her.
Samantha’s soaking panties were draped over my cock as she lifted her leg and released her stream, hitting my chest. I could hear Sam shriek with delight as she watched her mother follow her orders. I put my mouth under her, tasting my second piss load in as many minutes. Again, my hands teased Paula’s asshole as she emptied her bladder over me. I’d licked Paula clean before Sam stepped out from the shower, wrapping herself in a large towel.
“Go put the bath mat in the wash, mum. You can’t expect me to do it; I’ve just showered. He’ll shower and be ready for you when you get back.”
Once again, Paula did as she was behest, her tits swinging as she gathered up the soaking mat. I stepped into the shower rinsing the piss from me as Sam watched my exaggerated wash manoeuvres.
Paula returned and joined me as we teased each other, Sam watched on.
“Ok, you two, enough now. Step out of the shower and dry each other, then into the bedroom, both of you.”
Samantha was revelling in her newfound role and watched on as I dried Paula, paying much attention to her tits. Paula reciprocated with my cock. Sam waved us into the bedroom, taking up a seat next to us. She had one of her mother’s vibrators in her hand. She sat, towel gaping and her legs apart.
Paula and I needed no instructions now, we knew what we wanted. Paula straddled me, guiding my cock between her lips, lowering herself on my engorged cock. Her tits swayed as the unmistakable noise of fucking filled the air. This was soon accompanied by the quiet buzz of the vibe as Sam fucked herself.
Paula was panting and moaning loudly, I took her tits in my hands, caressing them, adoring them. Paula screamed through her orgasm as she bounced on me; Sam smiled, lost in her world as she watched her mother cum on another guy’s cock.
I freed her tits, wanting to watch them bounce as we fucked.
“Fuck yes, empty your balls inside her. Fill her with your cum, give her the cock she wants so much. Watch those big tits swing.”
I looked over at Sam, the vibrator fucking the shaven pussy I wasn’t allowed. That was enough for me, that and Paula’s swinging tits, as once again, I did as Samantha told me. I shot my load inside her as she pressed down on me, draining my balls into her. Sam screamed with delight or orgasm; I wasn’t sure which. I didn’t care either, all I cared about was staying inside Paula as long as I could. A silence fell between us as I slowly slipped from Paula. I held her hands as we kissed.
“Clean each other.” Came the short strict command. Paula moved over me, lowering her head on my cock, sucking me clean. Her pussy dripping my cum as I cleaned her wet lips, as instructed. We’d both swallowed everything we got from each other.
Sam grinned as she got up to go, leaving us both kissing and tasting each other. I held Paula close as we smiled, stroking her face as her eyes closed. I was still holding her tightly to me as I heard the bedroom door shut.