Archive-name: 3plus/nextdoor

Archive-author: Mr. Neb   January 9, 1991

Archive-title: Girls Next Door, The





I  had been  living  in the apartment  building for three  years.  The two

women had been next door for the past  two.   Over the course  of time, we

exchanged  the  typical  pleasantries  and  small  talk.    Eventually  we

developed a comfortable but relatively casual relationship.   I would help

them out if they needed some other heavy work done or if  something needed

fixing.  They would reciprocate by presenting me with some delicious baked

goodies,  especially around the holidays.  They also helped me dress up my

apartment by suggesting things like plants,  accent pillows and other such

things so much more appreciated by women.   They would even invite me over

for dinner occasionally.   The meal was always exceptional since Donna was

a trained gourmet chef.  (Or would that be chef-ess?  chefette?)



I always enjoyed it  when I got  the chance to see these two  women  but I

never explored any romantic opportunities with them.   I'm not really much

of a "lady killer" and don't do too well when I meet women.  I guess I'm a

bit shy really.   But for some reason,  women seem to relax around  me.  I

guess they figure  that I'm  not going to  put some flashy moves  on them.

They sometime  treat me  like their  brother.   I am not very threatening.

That usually makes it all the  more difficult for  me to try to  develop a

romance.   I suppose  another reason was  because I was seeing  this other

women pretty seriously.   I like things  pretty simple and didn't  want to

complicate  one relationship  and possibly  screw  up  a  nice friendship.

Besides,  if I started dating  one,  that  would probably  cause  some ill

feelings in the other.  Too many ways to get into trouble.



That isn't to say I didn't fantasize about them.  Many times I would allow

my thoughts  to  wonder  to  torrid  visions of sexual encounters  with my

neighbors.  



Our two apartment were in the crux  of  an L-shaped building  that faced a

picturesque hillside.  The windows were extra large in the living room and

bedroom to  take  advantage of  the view.   This  also  meant that  if the

curtains were open, we could see into each other's apartment.  I typically

kept the curtains in the living room open all the time.



One of my favorite pastimes was to sit in my easy chair by  the window and

read.   I also regularly glanced upward to see if Donna or Alicia could be

seen.   If they were,  we usually exchanged a friendly wave.   We were all

pretty comfortable with the relationship.



Over time,  I have seen the girls entertain the gamete  of relatives, girl

friends and boy friends.   I must admit that I always felt just  a bit sad

when a boy friend was visiting and the drapes became closed as the evening

progressed.



Eventually,  and inevitably,  my relationship with Marilyn turned sour and

we broke up.   Even during it's best moments it could only be described as

flat and not too terribly  exciting.   But a loss  is  a loss  and  I went

through  the  obligatory  depression  and  sorry-for-myself  period.   



One evening,  while in this emotional funk, I was reading and glanced over

the tops of my reading glasses and into my neighbor's  living room window.

There were about 5 or 6 women visiting and it looked like they were having

some kind of party.   This struck me as a bit  unusual so I  watched a bit

more intently.

 

It didn't take  long for me to  figure out  what was going  on.  They were

having one of those lingerie parties.   One woman was presenting her wares

to  the invitees.   They  were drinking white wine  and there was  lots of

giggling going on.   I couldn't hear anything but from their  gestures, it

wasn't too difficult to imagine what they were saying.

 

"OH NO!   I couldn't wear that!"  a very over-weight woman  must have been

saying while she covered her mouth with one  hand and pointed  to the very

small sheer teddy being held up by the matronly woman that was wearing too

much make-up.



I then  saw slender Alicia  take  the garment and hold  it  over her tight

fitting T-shirt and faded jeans.   "She  could  wear  that  just  fine", I

caught myself saying out loud.



I went  back  to  my  book but checked  in on the party  occasionally.  It

eventually broke up  around  8  o'clock.   I watched Donna and Alicia make

their  way around  the apartment picking up  after their guests  had left.

Although  the hillside is nice,  I rather preferred the view  of  two very

attractive women repeatedly bending over in very tight jeans.



I was just about to finish reading and close the book when I took one more

glance across the way.  In the window was Donna waving at me as if she had

been trying to get my attention for some time.   She was mouthing "come on

over".  There was nothing unusual about the request so I thought little of

it and preceded to do as was suggested.

 

As soon as the door opened, I was greeted with a big hug and a kiss on the

cheek by Donna.  The stereo was pretty loud but I doubt if the two of them

noticed it.   They were probably pretty  used to it  by now.   The air was

pretty  stale so  it  was a good  thing that  Donna went over to  open the

living room window.   There was a heavy  odor of sweet cheep  perfumes.  I

assumed that it came from the perfumes of their guests and  the assortment

of body oils,  lotions, candles and incense that had probably been whiffed

by the gathering.   There  was also  another scent that  I  was  much more

familiar  with  but I couldn't  place it.   It was much more  delicate and

seemed almost straining to get through the other,  more artificial smells.

I liked it.  What was it?  I knew that smell.



Donna, now standing before the screened window, turned to me and said in a

louder than  necessary voice,  "Wanna  glass of wine?   It's really good."

She giggled and she went of  to fetch  one without waiting for  my answer.

It was pretty  clear to  me that she was already quite  familiar  with the

wine.   I have  the feeling that  they  had spent  most  of  the afternoon

getting well acquainted.  



Silently, I wondered, "Where's Alicia?"



As if on  cue,  out from the hall way swished Alicia.   "Swished"  was the

only way to describe it!   I could swear I  heard a swishing  sound as she

went right past me towards the kitchen to join her roommate.



"Hi Rick", she said to me and preceded stop and talk to the closed door to

the kitchen.    "Hey!   How do I look?",  she asked the door.  I think she

too had been introduced to the "good" wine.



Alicia stood a few feet in front of me facing the kitchen  door.  Like her

roommate,  she  wore  a T-shirt and  jeans.   But  over  this unremarkable

ensemble was a pink and  very sheer ...uh..wrap?..no...uh...robe?....nope,

definitely not a robe.   I'm not sure what you'd call it.  It came down to

the middle of her  very attractive buttocks  and was trimmed in  some kind

of furry stuff that ran around the lower edge and up the front.  Even with

the  T-shirt  and  jeans  I  could  tell  that  this   garment  had  great

possibilities.



Donna zoomed out of the kitchen and  almost collided into  Alicia.  (I was

to find out that there would be a lot of  "zooming"  and "swishing"  going

on this evening.)



Stopping  just momentarily, Donna said, "Looks great".  She then continued

her zooming and zoomed right up to me.   She handed me the wine, whispered

into my ear,  "Sorry to hear about Marilyn.   But we love you."  She again

kissed me on the cheek.  I suppose I was to take comfort in that.



Turning to her oddly dressed roommate she continued, "...but don't take my

word for it.  Ask Rickey here.  He's probably a better judge than me."



I hated being called Rickey.   I hated it even when I was 8  and I hate it

at 28.  But somehow I resisted the urge to tell her.  What was that smell?



"So wadda ya think Rick.   Do ya like it?   Does it turn  you on?", Alicia

asked sarcastically.  Then she mockingly twirled in her little nighty.



"Kinda hard to tell but I think it has possibilities",  I said casually as

I took my first sip of the "good"  wine.  Augh!  The "good" wine violently

attacked every well trained  taste bud on  my tongue.   Did they pour this

from the wrong bottle?



My remark didn't seem to register with Alicia.  Donna sat down on the easy

chair  and I sat on  the sofa  with  my  back to the hallway.  Alicia just

zoomed back down the hallway.



"Had a party here today?", I nonchalantly asked.

 

"Yeah",  Donna  answered.   "We had a bunch of  girls here  for a lingerie

party.   It was fun."   She took a big gulp of her wine  and then giggled.

No doubt caused by a mental flash of the earlier festivities.   "Got kinda

crazy for a while.   Especially when  the sex toys  came  out.   You know.

dildos and Ben-Wa  balls and stuff."   I felt a  little uncomfortable with

the unnecessary clarification.  "But they had some pretty sexy clothes."



Then I saw her eyes open very wide with surprise.  Her mouth did likewise.

Her gaze shifted to over and behind me.



"Holy shit", she gasped.



I could only  assume that a huge  oak hutch filled  to  capacity with very

heavy earthenware was about to crash down and squash me.   With an obvious

ducking movement I swung around to see the instrument of my destruction.



There was no hutch about to crush me but the feeling  of  eminent disaster

did not leave me.  Alicia was walking towards us but oblivious to the fact

that she had both of our undivided attentions.  She was busy attempting to

tie the only two strings that served to close her new  nighty   just below

the neck.



During  Alicia's absence,  she had removed  the T-shirt and jeans  and had

also put on the rest of the outfit.   Under her almost transparent top was

a tiny matching pink bra.  It was cut extremely low and barely covered her

nipples that pressed hard against the pink material.



Since her top could only be  closed above  her breasts,  it was open below

them.   Her very curvaceous and slender waste was exposed.  The tiniest of

pink  triangles covered her womanhood and it  was  held  in  place  by the

thinnest of strings that made the most enviable  trip over and  around her

lovely hips.



Once the  top was tied,  she opened her arms  and asked,  "How's this?"  I

think she knew  the answer  which was good  because both Donna  and I were

speechless.   Then she twirled without the  mocking  gestures.   Her ample

breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements.   That bra was a marvel of

textile engineering.



Once her twirl was finished,  she  slipped  around  the  sofa  and bounced

herself down.   Some parts of her body  did more bouncing than  others and

also did it longer.  I took a gulp of my wine.



"Holy  shit  Alicia",  I heard Donna repeat.   At  least I thought  it was

Donna.   I wasn't exactly looking at her when I heard it but  I assumed it

was her.  I might have been me but I'm pretty sure it was her.



"I take it you like this better", Alicia asked.



"No shit", is what I thought but did not say.



Donna  turned  to  me  and asked,  "You're not  into  that  pinky virginal

sweetsy  crap  are you Rick?"   Still  unable to answer,  she added, "I'll

really show you something special."   And with that she got up and did her

own zooming down the hall.



"Well are you gonna stare at my tits or are you gonna pour me some more of

that good wine?", Alicia snapped with a smile.  



I got up,  backed toward the kitchen, almost tripped over the coffee table

and stumbled through the kitchen door.   Once inside,  I felt myself begin

to breathe again.   Sweat was beginning to form on my forehead.   My heart

was pounding.   I leaned against the counter to collect  myself.  I looked

for the wine.   



"Hurry up in there Rickey"



Among the messy hors  d'oeuvres I spotted a green half  gallon  jug.  That

must be the wine.  I grabbed the skinny neck of the bottle and made my way

back into the living room.



As I entered,  so did  Donna from across the room.   I dropped  the skinny

necked bottle on my foot.  I didn't feel it.



"You  strike me as  this kind of  guy",  Donna asserted.  She also twirled

around.



She was dressed in a black-lace teddy with red lace trim.   She wore black

stockings with garter belts and black heeled shoes.   The teddy was french

cut well over her hips.   That cut was almost as high as her neck-line was

cut low.  A wide and deep V plunged between Donna's large breasts.  Beside

her nipples there was little else of her breasts that couldn't be seen.



I stopped breathing again.



Donna moved over to me.   She placed her arms around  my neck and  gave me

another hug.  I felt her breasts press against me.  I also felt a tingling

between my legs.   I probably had experienced that  tingling several times

already but this was the first time that I noticed it.



She slipped behind me without breaking her hug.   Then she  whispered into

my ear,  "This is what you want,  isn't it.   God, you're a sexy man.  All

you need is a big cock and you'd be perfect."



I guess technically,  under that rather limited set of  criteria,  I could

now consider myself perfect.



"Wanna show me?",  Donna added as she came around  to the front  of me and

backed away.



She took my hand and  led me over to  the sofa.   I sat with  Donna on one

side  and Alicia  on the  other.   The two of them began  kissing my face.

They started rubbing their hands all around my chest.  What was I supposed

to do now?  AND WHAT WAS THAT SMELL!  IT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY!



I guess  all  men  of  any  maturity  eventually  reach  the  point  in an

uncomfortable situation where instinct takes over.  Like the point in time

where an airline pilot knows he is going down and  if he took  the time to

think about all the things  he must do  next,  everyone would perish.  But

all his training and gut instincts  take over in such  a crisis situation.

He reacts with an inner  knowledge and confidence.   He becomes automatic.

He becomes  a  machine  that  responds  with  lightning  speed.   His mind

calculates and  processes options instantly.   There is never a  moment of

hesitation.  He becomes a superman.  All are saved.  He is a hero.



I am no different.   My mind and body knew what to do.   Hell, one part of

it  was already doing it.   My  initial shock was quickly  fading  and was

being overcome with much less sophisticated thoughts.  They were much more

basic and primitive.  I was rising to the occasion, literally.  I couldn't

let all those people in that  plane die.   One false step and we  would be

doomed.   I had to perform brilliantly.   It was all up to me.  I couldn't

let them down.  



My mind,  although a bit rusty, began to kick into high gear.  Quickly the

crust of inactivity  broke away and  revealed a still  well lubricated and

functioning mechanism.



With my arms wrapped around my two friends,  I squeezed them  close to me.

They ignored the gesture and kept kissing me  feverishly.   Donna slid her

hand down  from my chest and pressed it  between my  legs.   She cupped my

balls firmly  through my  pants and repeatedly  squeezed them.   I felt my

penis working hard to press from under her  grasp.   She would not let it.

She followed the expanding member  as it grew  and started tugging  at me.

Occasionally she would pause to slid her hand up and down its length.



"You DO have a big cock, don't you?", she whispered loud enough for Alicia

and I to hear.



I recall grunting something unintelligible.



Not  wanting to  blindly accept  Donna's assessment for  her own, Alicia's

hand joined Donna's and they  both stroked  and played with me  through my

clothes.



I hugged the two women again and let my hand  fall down from  around their

shoulders.   I slipped each hand underneath their panties and found myself

with two handfuls of the most delicious  buttocks you could  ever imagine.

They were firm, warm and very smooth.



Leaning to  one side  caused  my left hand  to slip from  Alicia's ass but

plunge deep into Donna's panties.   My fingers made their way down between

her cheeks and around  to the front  of her crotch.   They were pleasantly

greeted by a hot steamy wetness that  signaled  Donna's aroused condition.

The texture was delightfully thick and  slippery.   I was enjoying this as

much as she obviously was.   I pressed down further and  allowed my middle

finger to slip deep into Donna's pussy.   At the same instant  she stopped

kissing my face,  grabbed my crotch hard, and with a hot breathy expulsion

of air, whispered into my ear, "oh yes!  Fuck my pussy.  Fuck me."



I began to do exactly as she requested.  I pressed another finger into her

and started to thrust them in and out of her eager pussy.  She was getting

wetter by  the  second.   She  was  also  drawing  into  herself.   Like a

parachutest about to  lunge through the  open  door  of  an  airplane, she

prepared for her orgasmic plunge into oblivion.  She let go of my now rock

hard  penis.   She stopped kissing  me and let  her head fall back  on her

shoulders.   She sat more upright   so I could press even deeper into her.

Her breathing became  faster  and so did  my thrusting.   I could feel her

hard clitoris press against my wet palm.  She was about to come.



Totally ignoring her  friend,  Alicia kept kissing my face  and neck.  But

when Donna let go of my cock,  so did she.   It was for a different reason

though.   Her deft hands quickly undid my belt and zipper.   My pants were

soon down to my ankles.   With equal ease and  a little help from  me, she

slipped my  shorts  down  as  well.   She grabbed me  firmly  and  held me

straight up.



"Mmmmm", she muttered as if confronted with a long desired desert.



She slid  down  off the couch  and  positioned  herself  between  my legs.

Looking at me with naughty eyes she licked her lips, opened her mouth wide

and sucked me in completely.   My body reacted with a shudder.  Nosily and

wetly she sucked me in and out of her mouth.   She intentionally let large

amounts of saliva drip all over me when she licked my cock  with her mouth

open.



Donna was totally unaware of anything but her impending  orgasm.  It began

with quick erratic breaths.  She fell against my shoulder.  



Mixed between her hot gasps I heard,  "Huh...Huh...I'm coming...Oh, God!..

I'm coming...yes...Yes..."



And  come  she did.   My hand  first felt  her muscles clench  down  on my

fingers.   Then I felt a flood of warm wetness.  I quickened my movements.

I was using my  whole hand to rub every part  of  her.   It got wetter and

wetter with  each  spasm.   I  could literally feel  pools  of  female cum

collect in the crevices  of my hand.   She wrapped her arms tightly around

me as if trying to hold on against a violent wind.



Then she stopped moving.   Her orgasm  was over.   I had never experienced

so violent an orgasm in a women before and certainly not by  just fondling

her.  She kissed me on the lips.  Her full lips parted and I felt her warm

wet tongue press between my own lips.  Her breath was hot and panting.  It

excited me even further.  I drew my hand from between her legs and it left

with a noisy squishing sound.   I  held  her face  in  my  hand  while our

tongues made their own love to each other.



THAT  WAS IT!   That  was the  hauntingly  exciting  aroma  I  had smelled

earlier.   Only now it wasn't bombarded by the smell of  cheap wine  and a

multitude of perfumes of equal quality.   My two friends, along with their

guests,  had gotten themselves so worked  up that even  that faint, sweet,

exquisite, erotic scent could still be detected by a nose that truly knows

no better thrill.



I touched our joined  lips with my  wet fingers.   My nostrils filled with

the wonderful scent of Donna's cum.   I added the warm and slippery cum to

our kissing.   We both  took  delight in  kissing and licking  it  from my

fingers.



In a wicked and determined voice Donna promised,  "I will  also taste your

cum."



Our attentions now turned to Alicia  who was dutifully devouring  my cock.

She was all over me like a crazed woman.   She paid equal  attention to my

balls.   She was very good at what she was  doing.   Each time she slid my

cock between those luscious red lips of hers, I could feel the back of her

tongue caressing me.   Time  and time  again I  intentionally  squeezed my

groin muscles full knowing that I was pressing more and more of my pre-cum

into Alicia's mouth.  Each time she just took me in that much deeper as if

to say, "Give me all you can."



Donna stood up and removed all of  her clothes while Alicia  continued her

expert work.   She stood naked and beautiful before  me.   I used  both my

hands to rub her stomach and breasts.   I also spent some time teasing and

caressing the small and very erect nipples  of her large  firm breasts.  I

occasionally returned a hand to between her  legs to retrieve  some of her

magical wetness and used  it  to  lubricate and excite  her nipples.  More

than once she intercepted my hand and brought it to her mouth to  lick the

cum from my fingers.  She seemed to know of it's special appeal to me.



Then Donna stepped around behind Alicia and undressed her.   They were now

both naked.  Donna interrupted her friend and said, "I want him to suck my

pussy."



Alicia smiled with my dick still in her mouth and then stood  up.  The two

of them slid me to the floor.  Facing me, Donna straddled my shoulders and

pressed her crotch down onto my face.  She was still very wet with cum and

I was more than eager to lick and suck it from  her.   I pressed my tongue

far into her cunt and  playfully lapped at the folds within  her.   I also

licked at her clitoris.   That made her squirm about on my  face and smear

it with her warm cum.



"Oh you taste so good", I said.  "I love the taste of your cum."



"I'm glad",  she replied.  "I want to feel your tongue in my cunt.  I want

to feel you suck my cum from my pussy.   Your tongue feels so good  in me.

Fuck me with your tongue."



Alicia said, "Stop for a second."



We did and looked at her. 



"I want  to  have your hard  dick deep inside  my pussy.   I'm so wet from

sucking on your cock.  I could taste your cum.  It made me so fucking hot.

I want you to fuck me.  Look.  See?"



She squatted over  my cock and used  the   fingers   of one hand to spread

the lips  of her pussy.   Her exposed clitoris  was erect and a  very deep

pink.   Her other hand was busy rubbing it  and spreading her  wetness all

over herself.   And  then  a  most  remarkable  thing  happened.   Her own

caresses caused her to get so wet that a long strand of lubrication slowly

stretched  from  her  cunt.   The  clear  slender  thread  stretched  down

continuously until it touched me at the tip  of my extended  cock.  It was

warm and wonderful.



Then she started using my cock to spread it  even further.   I felt like I

was being tortured.  She was stroking me up and down.  I wanted to come so

bad.  



I went back to licking Donna's pussy in hopes of delaying my orgasm.  Then

I felt Alicia sit down.   My well slickened cock easily  slipped deep into

her cunt.  I involuntarily let out a deep gasp.  So did Alicia.  Without a

pause,  she started moving up and down on my  shaft.   Each time she would

draw me  to  the verge of  loosing me  from  her vagina and  then sit down

again, impaling herself once more.



"Oh God.   Your cunt feels  so good.   It's so tight around my  cock.  I'm

gonna cum real soon."



"I want you to", Alicia softly replied.  "Come deep into my cunt."



Donna got up off of me and  kissed me hard  on my cum covered  lips.  Then

she moved down closer to where Alicia was riding me.   Donna reached under

her friend  and grabbed my  cock.   She began to  stroke  me  while Alicia

continued moving up and  down.   She also used her hand  to help stimulate

Alicia's clit.



Faster and faster Alicia moved on me.   She closed her eyes  and seemed to

do what Donna had done when her orgasm was approaching.



She started to move erratically.   Her chest expanded and  contracted with

deep gasps.   Her  wonderful breasts jiggled with  each  breath.  Then she

came.   I felt her squeeze me tight.   Like Donna,  Alicia came hard and a

lot.  I felt her cunt flow and cover me with her warm cum.  I could see my

cock glisten with the clear slick juice that pressed out of her  with each

thrust.



This was all too much for me.   "I'm gonna cum!",  I warned.  They ignored

me.



Every muscle  seemed  to  contract  at  once.   Alicia sat down on  me and

stopped moving.  I felt my dick release a long burst of cum deep into her.



"Oh yes", she said.  "I feel you coming."



Alicia was slowly lifting herself up when I spasmed again.  I saw my thick

white cream ooze out from Alicia's cunt.  She leaned far back.  Donna then

pulled my  cock  from  within  her  friend  and  started  rubbing Alicia's

clitoris with my still spurting head.



Again and again I came.  Each burst splattered long thick strands of white

cum on Alicia's pussy and up along her abdomen.   Donna then fulfilled her

earlier promise.   As my orgasm began to  subside,  she sucked me into her

mouth.   She laid  her face  against her friends cum  covered  abdomen and

gladly accepted the last remaining spurts of semen.



When my orgasm was over,  she withdrew my spend cock from her  mouth.  She

had not swallowed my ejaculate and now let it slide back out  from between

her talented lips.   She deposited it back  onto my cock  and caressed its

length with pursed lips.  



With  cum still clinging  to  her cheeks  and  lips,  she  now  turned her

attentions to  Alicia's  pussy just a  head turn away.   I watched Donna's

tongue  tickle  Alicia's  clitoris  and occasionally press  into her pussy

still dripping with my cum.



Soon our passions subsided and we just looked at each other not  sure what

to say next.  We were content and satisfied.



After a few moments I heard myself ask, "Got any more of that good wine."



I deserved it.  I had brought the plane down safely.



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