An adult stories – Helpful Neighbors by AlexBarton2,AlexBarton2 It was ten o’ clock on a Saturday night and Grace’s partner Tom was away on a course. Grace rummaged through the collection of dildos, vibrators and buttplugs she kept in a drawer in her nightstand, chose the largest buttplug, a monster whose widest section was at least four inches across, picked up the bottle of lube she used when Tom wanted to fuck her in the ass and padded naked into the bathroom to run a bath.
There was a large candle on the tiled surround which Grace liked to light when she settled into the water. She used it to measure how long she could hold on before allowing herself to climax. She lit it now, poured a generous quantity of bath salts into her hand and then turned on the tap, upending the fragrant crystals into the hot water.
Grace caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and liked what she saw: a curvaceous woman in her late thirties with a cascade of black hair, full breasts, large pink nipples, a light down of soft black hair covering her mons. She thought of herself as beautiful and desirable, able to arouse the sexual interest of both men and women to satisfy her constant need for sex.
Reaching over to the full bath, Grace turned off the taps and sat on the toilet. The bathroom was filled with the sound of her pee hitting the water below, strong at first then ebbing slowly. The scent filled the bathroom, competing with the bath salts, and Grace savored the smell before she pressed the flush.
Pausing to tie her hair up with a ribbon, Grace slipped off the robe and reached for the buttplug, smeared a thick blob of the lube over the tip and then made a ring of her thumb and forefinger to spread the greasy substance over every part of the plug. Standing with one leg on the toilet seat, she held the cheeks of her ass wide with one hand, placed the tip of the buttplug against her anus with the other and pushed, gently but firmly.
The first inch entered her backside easily but her anus resisted being stretched so wide. She relaxed the pressure, working the lube round the opening to her rectal canal. Then she pushed again, more insistently this time, forcing her anus to open and accept the buttplug’s width. More and more went in, widening the sphincter until suddenly it enveloped the full length of the plug, her anus gripping the base like a greedy mouth. Her asshole felt stuffed blissfully full of the slippery silicone and Grace climbed in the bath.
Grace lay back in the water, enjoying the heat on her body. It had been a difficult week at school with one girl announcing she was pregnant and another, a beautiful young Muslim girl, saying she would have to leave at the end of the school year because her parents had arranged for her to return to Pakistan to be married. Grace had high hopes for this girl, expecting her to go on from school to university and graduate with honors, but as far as her parents were concerned an education was less important than marrying well. Grace sighed: she saw no easy resolution to her wish for the girl’s career prospects to triumph over family tradition.
Putting her concerns out of her mind and feeling extremely horny, desperate to be anally fucked by a long, hard cock able to spurt a massive load of cum into her bowels, Grace had to make do with masturbating and she reached for the shampoo bottle she’d seen in a supermarket and bought just for the packaging. The plastic base was circular, almost as wide as the buttplug filling her ass. But what Grace loved was the cap, tapering to a blunt point, so obviously an imitation of a man’s cock she was surprised and delighted when she saw it on the shelf, her mind immediately seeing the possibilities. And now here she was, ready to explore those possibilities by pushing as much of the shampoo bottle into her pussy as she could, delighting in the sensual tightness from the pressure of the buttplug in the adjoining hole.
Fucking herself with the bottle felt wonderful. Grace spread her legs, gripped the base with one hand and fucked herself slowly and deeply, frigging her clit to heighten her pleasure. Time and again she pushed the bottle into herself, her cunt swallowing the bottle so readily she had to hold firmly onto the base. Each thrust was more erotic than the last, the bottle rubbing deliciously against the buttplug through the thin membrane separating her pussy walls and her asshole.
The exquisitely pleasurable sensation eventually brought Grace to a shuddering climax and she cried out in ecstasy before sinking, exhausted, back into the water, breathing so hard from the force of her orgasm she blew out the candle standing on the rim of the bath.
And it was at that moment the lights in the bathroom, and the whole house, also went out.
*
The bathroom was pitch black. Grace climbed out of the bath and reached for where she thought the towel was. “Shit!” she cried, as she banged her shin on the edge of the toilet, knowing she would have an ugly bruise in the morning.
She dried herself as best she could and then felt her way slowly along the landing to the bedroom. The immediate priority was to get dressed and find out if the power cut affected all the houses in the cul-de-sac where she lived or just hers and Tom’s.
She located tracksuit pants and a t-shirt on a chair and pulled them on, then made her way across to the window and opened the curtains. The rest of the houses except for next door on the left were lit up and Grace cried, “Shit!” again. What she knew about electricity and fuse boxes could be written on the back of a postage stamp and the last thing she wanted to do was mess around in a junction box with a screwdriver in one hand and a candle in the other for fear of electrocuting herself.
Making her way downstairs in the dark, Grace grabbed her keys and opened the door. The reason the house on the left was dark was the couple who owned the house were away on holiday, which meant she had to go and ask for help from Bryan Armstrong and his daughter Mia who had moved into the house on the right a month previously.
Grace knew Mia because she taught the 18-year-old French at school and the teenager, in common with several of the other girls, had a huge crush on her. In Mia’s case Grace would have liked nothing better than to reciprocate but knew she dare not: the consequences on her career from having sex with a student, even one over the age of consent, would be devastating. Grace hadn’t met Mia’s father but she knew he worked from home and liked to go jogging at the weekend, which gave Grace the chance to admire his tanned, muscular body packed into a sports vest and Speedos.
Grace knocked on the door and Mia answered. The girl was a classic combination: radiantly beautiful with fine blonde hair so long it reached down her back to her bum, high cheekbones, full lips, extremely large breasts, a tiny waist, curvaceous buttocks and long, slender legs, a delectable mixture when she was only just over five feet tall. Because Grace supervised girls’ sports and showered with them at the end of their matches, she knew Mia kept her mons smoothly shaven, a complete contrast to the rest of the girls who let their pubic hair grow naturally.
Usually Grace found a shaven pussy less appealing, but the sheer voluptuousness of Mia’s body made Grace’s mouth water and she would have given a king’s ransom to be able to satisfy her attraction to the teenager by sending the other girls out of the shower while she knelt between Mia’s legs and sucked and licked her to multiple blissful orgasms.
“Hello, Ms. Boswell,” Mia said in a shy voice when she saw it was Grace.
“Who is it, darling?” a man called out.
“It’s Ms. Boswell, Dad. From next door.”
A moment later Bryan Armitage was standing behind his daughter. Grace took in his handsome, tanned face and his lean, muscular body and found it difficult to swallow. The man was gorgeous.
“Come in, please, come in,” he said, his hand extended. “What can I do for you, Ms. Boswell?”
“Grace, please,” she said.
She guessed he was in his early forties from the attractive flecks of grey at his temples and felt a thrill of desire deep in her pussy as he shook her hand.
“It’s just that the lights in our house have gone out,” Grace said. “And Tom is away on business. I’m afraid I don’t have a clue how to get them back on.”
“Hang on, I’ll just get my toolbox,” Bryan said and he disappeared toward the kitchen.
Grace smiled at Mia as she waited for him to return, her eyes drawn to the teenager’s very brief tube-top, stretched to bursting by her enormous breasts, not to mention the hipster jeans which exposed her belly almost down to the swell of her mons. Grace enjoyed Mia’s blush as she glanced downward to see if the jeans were so tight they outlined the cleft between Mia’s legs and was delighted to find they did. Grace noticed there was a sheen of sweat on the slopes of Mia’s breasts and her nose caught the unmistakable odor of a girl in heat; she wondered if Mia had been masturbating before she answered the door.
“Here we are,” said Bryan as he reappeared holding a canvas bag. “Lead the way.”
Grace did so, opening the front door of her house and she waited for Bryan to turn on a flashlight before showing him the junction box high on the wall of the hallway.
“I’ll need stepladders,” Bryan said.
“In the utility room,” Grace said and went to fetch them. When she returned, Bryan climbed the ladders, handed down the flashlight for Grace to hold so he could see, and quickly and expertly opened the junction box and began to check the fuses. The only problem was Grace was standing level with Bryan’s groin and she could distinctly see his tautly muscled ass was complemented by the bulge of a substantial cock and balls outlined by the tight denim of his jeans.
Horny beyond belief in the proximity of such a good-looking man, lusting after his extremely desirable daughter, desperate to be assfucked because of the thick buttplug still stuffed into her backside, Grace had to stifle a groan of frustration when Bryan located the fault and the lights suddenly came back on. And it was only then she realized she wasn’t wearing tracksuit pants as she’d thought but the lower half of a pair of very see-thru pajamas. Bryan’s eyes were naturally drawn downwards to rest on the curls of her pubic hair, clearly visible through the thin material.
Grace blushed and said, “Bryan, I don’t know how to thank you. I’d never have been able to sort out what was wrong.”
“Just a simple overload,” he said, and smiled. Then he went on, “Look, I thought I’d cook Boeuf Bourguignon for lunch tomorrow. If you’re not busy, and Tom’s not back, would you like to join Mia and me? Of course I’d quite understand if you are busy…”
“No, I’m not and that would be delightful,” Grace said, returning his smile. “I’ll bring a bottle of wine as a thank you for your kindness this evening.”
“Around 12.30?”
“See you then,” Grace said and closed the door after him, a flutter of excitement making her hands tremble as she locked the door and went upstairs to bed, exhausted by what had turned out to be a surprisingly eventful evening.
*
Grace loved to cook, and Tom had often complimented her on her ability to create classic French dishes, but even she had to admit her Boeuf Bourguignon wasn’t as delicious as Bryan’s. The beef simply melted in the mouth, the crème brûlée dessert was sweet and crunchy, and Grace felt replete as Bryan handed her a cognac to go with the coffee Mia was making in the kitchen.
Grace was standing by the bookshelves looking through Bryan’s collection. It was wide in interest, and she was delighted to see there were a number of volumes of classic erotica. She picked up ‘The Story of O’ and thumbed through to near the end of the book where Natalie, ‘like Dinarzade at the foot of Scheherazade’s bed’ watches each time O writhes and squirms beneath the riding crop, sees O on her knees humbly receiving Sir Stephen’s massive, upright sex in her mouth, and watches fascinated as O spreads her own buttocks with both hands to offer Sir Stephen her back passage. Grace loved the way Natalie wanted to emulate O’s submission and, reading the familiar passage, she felt her cuntlips were wet with her arousal. She shivered slightly with desire; a gesture Bryan noticed.
“It’s a wonderful book, don’t you think?” he said, taking a seat on the sofa opposite where Grace was standing.
“Wonderful but also frightening,” Grace said. “That any woman could so willingly submit to a man that her personality disappears as she allows herself to be dominated.”
Bryan’s eyes met hers. “You mean being so submissive to Sir Stephen that she accepts he only ever wants to sodomize her?”
At that moment Mia walked in with a tray holding a pot of coffee and three demitasse cups which she placed on the low table in front of her father.
Grace turned to put the book back on the shelf. There was no way the teenager could not have heard her father’s remark and Grace found it particularly erotic to be discussing sodomy in front of a girl the same age as the Natalie in the book while Bryan was similar in age to O’s aristocratic lover Sir Stephen.
“No,” Grace said, making herself comfortable in an armchair and sipping her cognac. “The reason O allows herself to be sodomized by Sir Stephen is because she enjoys it so much. When her lover, René, first delivers her to the chateau at Roissy, he spends time with her in her room before saying goodbye. He alternates between fucking and sodomizing her before he finally comes in her mouth. So she’s used to being fucked in that way. And no woman agrees to something like that unless she wants to offer her asshole to a man as freely as she does her cunt. At least that’s how it is between Tom and I – ”
For a moment Grace wondered if the two bottles of red wine she, Bryan and Mia had drunk with lunch, together with the cognac, had made her express her opinions too freely. But there was a fascinated look on Bryan’s face that made her think he was not offended by her openness but enjoyed discussing sexuality with a woman who saw herself as a spontaneously erotic being.
“Yes, that’s the way it is with Mia and me, too,” Bryan said, smiling at his daughter who picked up the coffeepot, filled a cup and handed it to Grace. Glancing at the teenager, Grace thought how beautiful she was, and how desirable.
Mia was wearing a very small black T-shirt, cut away at the sides to reveal her breasts to the nipple, and tiny blue denim shorts that left the dimples of each buttock bare. Her body had a sensual beauty as she walked, the big globes bouncing with each step. As Mia leaned forward the perfume from her fine blonde hair filled Grace’s senses, making her breathless with desire.
“Does that shock you?” Bryan asked, patting the seat next to him on the sofa for Mia to sit down, his eyes meeting Grace’s who loved watching the teenager’s curvy bum jiggle as she walked across the room.
“No, not at all,” said Grace with a little smile. “I expected a girl as gorgeous as Mia would also be highly sexed. Who better to have her first sexual encounters with than her own father? Have you sodomized her yet?”
“Oh yes,” said Bryan, leaning over to kiss his daughter’s cheek, resting his hand lightly on Mia’s upper thigh. “That and much more.”
“That sounds intriguing,” Grace said, her voice hoarse with lust as she looked from father to daughter and back again.
“Look,” Bryan said, stroking his hand between Mia’s legs which made the teenager squirm as she rubbed her plump denim-covered mons against her father’s stroking fingers. “Mia and I usually spend Sunday afternoons making love. Would you like to join us? I know Mia would love you to, she has the most awful crush on you.”
“Yes, I know, it was a bit obvious,” Grace said with a big grin, enjoying the sight of Mia blushing prettily.
Bryan laughed with delight at his daughter’s embarrassment. “She loves it when I lick her cunt,” he said. “Because then she can pretend it’s you who’s doing it and call out your name when she comes. That’s why she looked so sheepish on Friday night. She’d just climaxed and I was all set to fuck her beautiful ass when you knocked.”
Grace laughed with delight. “Shall we make your dream come true, Mia?” she asked.
“Oh, please, Ms. Boswell,” the teenager said softly, and Grace felt her heart thud in her chest, her nipples harden, and the creamy wetness between her legs turn into a flood.
*
There was something delightfully depraved about Bryan’s choice of Mia’s bedroom for their lovemaking. A teddy bear sat on the pillow, rock concert posters on the walls, bright make-up on the dressing table all added to the sense that Mia, not the crème brûlée, was the perfect dessert to finish their meal.
The teenager laid down on her bed, her t-shirt drawn together into her cleavage baring her breasts, her denim shorts unzipped and pushed down round her ankles. Her legs were wide open, the pink puffy lips of her shaven pussy glistening with the evidence of her arousal. As Grace watched, she cupped her breasts in one hand and began to knead the stiff tips, squeezing them hard between thumb and forefinger, sliding the other between her legs where she frigged herself vigorously.
Grace was standing naked at the foot of the bed, with Bryan nude behind her, the fingers of one hand buried in the folds of her cunt, his other hand caressing her breasts. She watched the lascivious display the teenager was putting on especially for her and felt so intensely aroused she was already close to orgasm.
Bryan’s circumcised penis pressing between the cheeks of her ass was every bit as long, thick and hard as Grace had imagined and she envied Mia for having it available to fuck her whenever she wanted. His arms round her body were tanned and muscular, his hand fondling her breasts was big and strong, and Grace writhed her backside sinuously, sensing there would be few preliminaries before Bryan’s thick cock was buried in her cunt or ass to the balls. That suited her perfectly as long as he was doing it at the same time as she was licking the succulent cunt of the wanton teenager openly masturbating in front of her.
The split peach of Mia’s pussy was too enticing for Grace to resist.
“Bryan, I have to – ” Grace said, turning her head so her lips met his in a hungry kiss before she tore herself away and lowered her body between the teenager’s legs.
Like a ravenous beast, Grace inhaled the delectable scent of warm girl-cunt and closed her mouth over the whole of Mia’s slit, her tongue sinking as far as it would go into the wet hole. Immediately, Mia bucked and shuddered in orgasm, a flood of her delicious cream filling Grace’s mouth which she swallowed greedily, hungry for more.
Lapping her tongue between the lips of the teenager’s pussy, Grace lingered longest over the stiff bud of Mia’s clit, closing her lips over it and sucking gently. Mia responded by grinding her hips up against Grace’s mouth, pushing the swollen little organ like a miniature penis between Grace’ lips, soft whimpering sounds coming from the girl’s throat every time Grace licked her tongue over the super-sensitive tip.
Her nose and mouth filled with the delicious smell and taste of the teenager’s cunt and ass, Grace found it hard to concentrate on the pleasure Bryan was giving her, lying between Grace’s spread legs, his face buried deep between the split peach of her buttocks. His tongue was amazingly agile, one second probing deep into her dripping cunt, the next pushed so far up her rectum she felt as if she was being sodomized by its thickness. Grace adored being rimmed at the same time as she was licking Mia’s pussy but she knew that for Bryan it was only a prelude to fucking her and as much as she wanted that, she wanted something else much more.
Grace raised her head from between Mia’s legs and twisted round. “Please, Bryan,” she purred. “Fuck Mia’s ass while I watch? I want to see your big thick cock buried in your daughter’s beautiful bumhole.”
Eager to satisfy Grace’s wish, Bryan slid his tongue from her anus and stood up, his long, stiff prick jutting from his groin. He walked over to his daughter’s dressing table and reached for a bottle of lube almost hidden among the tins of hairspray and bottles of perfume on Mia’s dressing table. Grace heard the familiar slurping sound as he oiled the head and shaft of his prick and then he rejoined Grace and Mia on the bed, lying on his side behind his daughter who gently disengaged her cunt from Grace’s mouth, kicked off the shorts bunched round her ankles and turned so her back was toward her father. She hooked her leg over his thigh and pushed her buttocks back to envelop the lubricated fingers which he drove into her asshole.
Grace had never before had the pleasure of watching a beautiful young girl having her ass fucked, even less have the chance to join in. Now both were about to happen and she quickly upended her body so Bryan’s cock and Mia’s cunt and anus were only inches from her nose and mouth. She was unable to resist sticking out her tongue to lick the lips of the teenager’s cunt, slippery with the flowing cream from her climax, while her father worked his thickly lubed fingers back and forth in his daughter’s pretty pink anus, pushing them as far up into Mia’s rectum as he could reach.
Lifting her head for a second, her chin dripping with the girl’s creamy cum, Grace’s eyes met Bryan’s.
“She’s ready,” she said softly and reached for Bryan’s cock, massaging the engorged head with her fingers, then positioned it against the entrance to Mia’s asshole.
“Please, Daddy, fuck my asshole!” Mia moaned and Bryan flexed his hips, the head of his prick pushing against his daughter’s sphincter, coaxing it to allow him entry. Like a small slippery mouth, Mia’s anus swallowed the head of Bryan’s prick and Grace held her breath with excitement, incredibly turned on by the sight of a father fucking his own daughter’s ass while she watched.
Slowly but surely the first inch of the shaft of Bryan’s prick slid into Mia’s widely stretched anus. He lay still for a moment while his daughter’s receptive back passage adjusted to the invasion, then pushed in a little more, making Mia whimper with delight, her huge breasts heaving, her fingers interweaving in Grace’s hair to pull her closer, willing her teacher to suck her throbbing clit. Grace obliged, her nose making contact with Bryan’s balls, inhaling their scent, knowing from the way the skin of his sac was stretched taut they were bursting with cum.
Savoring the sensation of pushing his prick into his daughter’s bowels, Bryan flexed his hips, withdrawing and then pushing deeper, the lube making an obscene slurping sound as he slid in and out. And then he was buried to the hilt, his balls caressed by the smooth skin of Mia’s buttocks, his groin stroked by Grace’s hair, the base of his prick clasped tight by his daughter’s asshole, the length of his cock gripped by her rectal muscles, the head buried deep in her bowels. Grace knew, because Tom had told her, it was the moment of maximum pleasure for a man, the moment when his enjoyment was at its most intense because the combination of heat and tightness gripping the head and shaft of his prick was achingly pleasurable.
For several minutes Grace did no more than suckle Mia’s clit while Bryan slowly fucked his daughter’s ass. Then she reached out and put her hand on his thigh, easing him backward. He sensed immediately what she wanted and withdrew his prick from Mia’s rectum, leaving it dangling invitingly an inch from Grace’s lips. She opened her mouth and sucked in the head, her tongue bathing the swollen glans in saliva, savoring the rich flavor of the teenager’s back passage as her lips slid down the slippery shaft. Bryan responded by fucking the length of his prick into the back of Grace’s throat and then, hungry to have it buried in his daughter’s beautiful bum once more, carefully withdrew and slid the head back into Mia’s welcoming asshole.
Grace loved the way each upward thrust of Bryan’s hips made his daughter’s thighs quiver and her breasts bounce, and she decided to share the taste of Mia’s rectum with the teenager. She turned right way up, her lips seeking Mia’s in an ardent kiss, their tongues entwining, at the same time sliding her fingers into the wet depths of Mia’s pussy, stroking the length of Bryan’s cock through the thin wall separating the teenager’s pussy and her rectum. Mia started breathing hard and Grace could tell from the soft moans the young girl made that she was nearing another, even more intense, orgasm.
Frigging her fingers faster and faster in Mia’s cunt, Grace moved her head down to fill her mouth with soft breastflesh, biting and sucking the taut nipple tips. They tasted sweet and succulent, the perfumed smoothness of Mia’s breasts warm against Grace’s cheeks. She buried her face between the big globes, the soft globes enveloping her, delighting in the way the teenager’s breasts quivered and shook as Mia suddenly climaxed, a flood of thick sex-syrup drenching the fingers Grace had buried in the young girl’s cunt.
Her father responded to the heaves and shudders of his daughter’s orgasm by sodomizing her harder, each upward thrust forcing the full length of his cock between the cheeks of her buttocks. He started to groan deep in his chest, groans of ecstasy, and Grace knew his balls were churning, hot sperm boiling from the bloated sacs to gush into the depths of Mia’s bowels. She moved down to watch his prick convulse as he cried out in ecstasy, his body going rigid, every inch forced into Mia’s back passage, his legs and chest trembling as sperm poured from the throbbing glans, so much that Grace saw creamy liquid ooze from Mia’s overstuffed anus, dripping down into the folds of her cuntlips.
“Give her to me, Bryan,” Grace begged, the moment his ejaculation started to ebb. Happy to oblige, he slid his cock slowly from the grip of his daughter’s anus and lay on his back, his chest heaving with the exertion of sodomizing her. Mia was still on her side and Grace replaced Bryan’s leg with her head, keeping the teenager’s leg crooked and burying her face between Mia’s buttocks. In this position Grace’s mouth was filled with freshly fucked anus, her nose with the scent of the young girl’s bowels, her hands with the warm flesh of Mia’s bottom.
It was heaven on earth made even more wonderful when Mia flexed her rectal muscles and a mass of warm, salty semen flooded into Grace’s mouth which she didn’t swallow but kept until she had licked out every drop and then climbed back up the bed into Mia’s open arms, her mouth seeking the teenager’s. They kissed, and Grace let much of the creamy mass slide into Mia’s mouth, sharing the honeyed taste of Bryan’s abundant sperm, fresh from being pumped into Mia’s bowels, with his beautiful daughter.
Sexually satisfied, her lips still pressed gently against Mia’s, Grace felt her eyelids growing heavy from the delicious meal and even more wonderful sex she, Bryan and Mia had shared together. She knew it would be her turn next to be the centre of attention and that Bryan would be only too delighted to fuck and sodomize her while Mia watched and joined in.
As she broke the kiss and settled herself with her head against Mia’s breasts, Grace slid gently into sleep, convinced beyond a doubt that making love with a father and his daughter was the perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
End.