I had planned to spend the Labor Day weekend catching up on yard chores when the new next door neighbor, Leslie, stopped by and asked if I’d help her move some furniture and gym equipment. “It’s not that heavy, but awkward for just one person to carry, and Missy’s at work”. Missy and Leslie were rumored to be lesbians, but I didn’t pay much heed to neighborhood gossip. Besides, they were both rather hot looking, and I was rather skeptical that a pair of lesbians who looked like porn stars would move in next door. My luck just isn’t that good.
For an hour or so I helped lug around the various equipment. Leslie was a massage therapist and had several specially design tables, and both gals worked out quite a bit with a wide assortment of gym machines. I sweat easily, and took off my shirt once it had gotten drenched. Leslie smiled, “I’d love to do that too, but I’m not sure how prudish the community is”. I laughed, “Well, this street is mostly young couples – we’re a pretty open minded bunch – feel free, I won’t complain”. She had a well-toned figure, with shapely curves that her tight workout clothes emphasized. She was about 5’8, with long brown hair. Her breasts were full, probably a C cup, but not enormous.
We had gotten everything arranged, and Leslie asked me to hold up a rope onto the top of a piece of equipment so she could slip it into place. As I stood there, my arms fully outstretched over my head, she stepped onto a stool, pulled out a pair of handcuffs and slipped them around my hands. I cried out in surprise, but she shushed me saying “I’m going to make your wildest dreams come true – you’ll just need to cooperate a little”. With that, she unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, and then pulled down to my ankles. In a few seconds, I was completely naked and my cock was rock hard.
She rummaged around a bit, found a bottle of lotion, and slathered up her hands. “Judging by the cold look your wife always has on her face, I bet it’s been at least a month since you’ve gotten laid. I don’t want you coming too quickly when we surprise Missy, so I’m going to drain off some of excess sperm”. With that, she stood behind me and grasped the root of my penis in her right hand, clenching it tightly in her lotion filled hand, and slowly began to jack me off. The tingling sensations made every nerve in my dick stand on edge – the lotion was something unlike the other gels I’d ever whacked with, and got more and more intense as time went on. She circled my asshole with a finger of her other hand and purred, “If we had more time, I’d love to take my 10 inch dildo and give you a backdoor ride that’d leave you quivering in a puddle of your own come”. With that, she picked up the pace of the strokes, and caressed my butt cheeks. “I’ll have you eating your own cum before I’m done with you.”
My state of shock gave way to intense pleasure as she stroked me over and over. All I could think of was my dick – not the cuffs around my hands or the awkward position of my arms. The tip of her finger would slip in and out of my asshole, adding an electric jolt to this wild ride. After a few minutes of these most incredible sensations, I could feel myself get ready to explode. Suddenly my seed jetted out, spraying like a hose.
She undid the cuffs, letting me off the beam, but then locking me down on a low, short, narrow table – just enough space for my head, torso and part of my hips, and then locked both my arms and legs behind my back, with me facing upwards, staring at the ceiling. I was too weak to struggle – the orgasm was the most intense one of my life, and I was completely drained. “Now let’s get you ready”, Leslie said, and thoroughly wiped my dick with a wet rag. She then covered it with a balm. It wasn’t numbing, but it also wasn’t tingly feeling. “This takes a couple of minutes to set in, but that should be fine”. Then she slid a cock ring down to the base of my shaft.
“Honey, I’m home”, I heard a cheery voice yell out from another part of the house. Leslie playfully called back, “I’m in the workout room, I’ve got a surprise for you”.
In walked Missy, wearing what semed like a woman’s business suit, but the skirt was way too short, showing off her awesome legs, and the top had too much cleavage for a corporate setting. It was also designed to be hastily removed, as I found out – as she walked in, she giggled in delight and wasted no time stepping out of her panties and onto my face. I realized the bench was the perfect height for her to straddle me, which she did as she said, “Hi, I’m Missy, you must be the new neighbor, pleasure to meet you”. She was about two inches shorter than Leslie, but the high heels made them about equal. She was also even thinner, almost like a Barbie doll, and her D size breasts seemed a bit too big for her frame to be natural, but I think they were.
“Hi, I’m Stan”, I murmured from her crotch. My tongue slowly licked up one side of her pussy lips, then the other, then the center, and then focused on her clit. She moved around a bit, taking off her skirt, jacket and top but leaving her garters and high heels on. Leslie handed her a glass of white wine, which she sipped while pressing her pussy closer to my face. “Ahh, I needed that”, she sighed gratefully, smiling at Leslie. I flicked my tongue an inch or so down her vagina, then circle her lips with it, then in again, and up to the clit, and she began to rock back and forth. Her legs weren’t stretched all the way out, and she was able to easily control exactly how much pressure she placed on me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Leslie undressing, and she bent down to suck Missy’s nipples, which stood out like missels on her large purple nipples. Then she stood up straight, and pulled Missy’s head to her crotch. Missy took one last swig of wine, and then began to mirror my performance. Missy had to lean forward a bit to lick deep inside Leslie, putting more pressure on my face. Missy’s crotch was almost entirely shaved, but the narrow thatch of blond public hair smelled like baby powder, and felt silky soft on my nose.
After several minutes of me exploring every inch of her vagina with my tongue, I focused more on her clit, and she began to breather more deeply. Leslie fondled her breasts as Missy continued to eat her out. Soon each of them was close to orgasm, and when Missy came, her juices squirted all over my face, leaving me drenched. She stood up, walked over to the other end of the bench, and slid down my cock about two inches, facing away from me in a reverse cowgirl position.
Leslie followed her, and then knelt in front of her, sliding her hand under her groin, around my dick, angling it so its tip pressed tightly against the wall of Missy’s vagina. She moved it around a bit until she heard Missy gasp sharply, and then held it perfectly still. Then she leaned forward and began to swab Missy’s clit with her tongue. Missy’s love fluid flowed freely, as if a faucet had been turned on.
Neither gal moved very much – Missy rocked a bit and Leslie would occasionally tug my cock forward or back a bit while she continued to lick. Missy’s vagina was as hot as a volcano, and very tight. They continued this for a long time, with Missy breathing as hard as if she was running a marathon. Finally, she placed her arms on Leslie’s shoulder and told her to stop. “My God, that was incredible, thank you”, she said, and planted a big kiss on her lips as Leslie stood up. “You should give it a try – we can covered it with a condom, it will be just like a rubber dildo”. She slid backwards, towards my belly, and my dick popped free, still fully erect. I had gotten enough stimulation to keep it hard, but nowhere near enough to get close to orgasm. Leslie looked at it like Missy was asking her to kiss a frog, but muttered, “What the hell, might as well”. Missy had found a rubber and slid it on, and then poured some of the lube that Leslie had initially used back when she gave me the hand job.
Leslie raised the bench up an inch or so, and then straddled me, her back to me, in the same reverse cowgirl position as Missy had. Now Missy knelt down, and began licking her while using my cockhead to stroke around the edge of Leslie’s cunt. As Leslie got wetter, she slowly lowered herself down, my dick slowly penetrating her. She stopped with it only about two inches in, and Missy tugged it forward while licking her clit. She continued to wave it around, like a magic wand, circling some bulls-eye along Leslie’s wall. With her left hand, she cupped my balls and gently massaged my scrotum. Like Missy before her, Leslie’s moan sounded like a perpetual orgasm. She wasn’t as wet, and her pussy was even tighter, like a vise. “Don’t you dare make him come in me”, she warned Missy, who was now stroking the flesh between my anus and scrotum with a well-lubed left hand. After a bit, Leslie decided she had enough and got off. “Well, even for using a guy, that was pretty good”, she told Missy.
“Mind if I finish him off?”, Missy asked her, and Leslie shrugged, “Go ahead”. Missy pulled off the condom and mounted my dick, facing me. She pumped up and down quickly, her hands gripping my shoulders as she moved. As she kept up the fast pace, I could feel a rush of sensation. The sex urges which had been kept on simmer for almost the past hour quickly built up to a boil, and I felt like my cock was going to explode. I began to moan loudly, almost a yell, “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah”. I strained at my bonds trying to quicken the pace even more, to reach the building climax that much faster, but got nowhere. Thankfully, Missy kept the frantic pace, and I almost lost consciousness as I blasted off inside her. With that, Leslie dropped her pussy on my face, with a joking “Gotta muffle him, otherwise the neighbors might hear.” Missy retorted back, “He is the neighbors”. Both of them laughed as I gasped for breath, licking Leslie with what little energy I had left.
I felt Missy unstradle me, while Leslie continued to let me tongue her. She had a lot of long, curly pubs, and quite a few of them got caught in my mouth. After awhile, Missy came back, wearing a strap on. “Time for me to say thank you”, she told Leslie, giving her a kiss. Leslie scooted back, then leaned back, splaying out her legs. Missy fucked her, using me as a bench. It was rather uncomfortable supporting the weight of two women, and the only view I had was on Missy’s luscious ass as she slid in and out of Leslie. Luckily, it wasn’t long before Leslie began to grunt furiously in climax.
“I suppose we should unchain the furniture and let it go”, Missy giggled, turning to face me, “Hope you enjoyed your holiday. Be sure to come back for Thanksgiving. Or Columbus Day.” Columbus Day sounded like a definite. Hopefully my body would recover by then.
After they had undone the straps, I needed a few minutes of stretching and rubbing my sore muscles before I could leave. They quickly forgot about me, taking turns screwing each other on the couch in the living room with a glass dildo, and sipping white wine in between. They seemed like nice folks, once they got done fucking with you.