The Neighborhood (Home and Away) Ð Chapter 2
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Elliot knelt in front of Bradley, eyes wide as the younger man's semen began spurting into his mouth. Julia stepped closer and put the phone on the hood of Elliot's 1998 Toyota Tercel. His sister-in-law licked her lips as she watched him take her boyfriend's load. He could hear the voice on the phone calling "Hello? Hello?".
"You're not going to keep that jizz all to yourself, are you Elliot?" Julia bent gracefully to the garage floor and nuzzled her face close to his, dragging her wet tongue over Bradley's stalk until she met Elliot's lips. His hand reflexively swept up Julia's flank and cupped her right breast through her t-shirt as she prodded her tongue between his lips and began lapping Bradley's cum out of his mouth. Her hand gripped the back of his neck tightly and soon Elliot was locked in a deep kiss with his wife's sister and snowballing her boyfriend's goo.
"Rebecca told me that I couldn't fuck you, Elliot," she said as she stood and shimmied her denim cut-offs down over her round hips, "but Pastor Douglas says that the only real sex is penis in vagina with the man on top, the way God meant it. So ..." Julia bent over and pushed her ass into Elliot's face as she took Bradley's still half erect cock between her lips. Elliot wasted no time burying his nose deep into her silk covered crotch and reveling in her pungent scent. "That's right sissy, get my cunt nice and wet. Rebecca says you lick the best pussy in town and I want some pay back for you stealing my panties. Did you think I wouldn't notice that they were gone? MMM ... yeah you like the smell of my cunt, I can tell."
Julia now had Bradley hard again and she turned and peeled her panties down to her ankles, then backed against her boyfriend who was cupping her up-turned breasts and pulling her puffy nipples to hardness. Elliot was close to cumming again just from the smell of Julia's pussy and now it was presented to him directly at eye-level, the neatly trimmed blonde bush revealing her blushing labia, with the same frilly curls of flesh as his wife. Julia reached back and Elliot watched in fascination as Bradley's nine inches slid slowly between those lips.
"You like to watch Bradley fuck me don't you, pervert," she hissed as she sank onto the luscious shaft. "Does it make you want to wank your little dick? I know it does. I know you watched us the other day. Rebecca tells me everything - how she caught you jerking off in my panties and that you admitted watching me take this hot cock in my ass. Do you wish you could touch me? You're not man enough to take this pussy, are you? You're just a little cocksucker, aren't you?"
She reached down and pulled Elliot's head against her pussy. His tongue darted out and twirled around her engorged clit and he could feel Bradley's balls slapping against his chin. Julia's tangy juice flowed over his face as she ground her crotch against him and he could sense that her climax was approaching. He gripped the fabric of her panties, which were still hooked around her ankles, and bunched them tight around his own aching member. Julia let out a howl and jets of sticky fluid splattered all over his face and neck just as Bradley impaled himself balls deep and erupted, adding his own copious spray to the flood. Elliot whimpered and jack hammered his cock into the soft fabric of Julia's panties, moaning against her clit as his second load of the morning spurted into his sister-in-law's undergarments.
As the three caught their breath they noticed the tinny sound of a woman's voice echoing in the garage.
"Mmm, fuuucc, ooooohh, gghhhnnnn ...!" came the groans on the other end of the phone that sat on the rusted hood of Elliot's compact car. "AAAAHHHHCCCGGG!! Oooooh ..." she continued, "yessssss." Then there was a click and the drone of the dial tone replaced the sound of long-distance ecstasy.
"I guess I better get the lawn mowed," Bradley said, "or else she'll be calling back." The three sweating, cum-covered roommates began to laugh.