Neighborly Relations Pt. 15

"Elaine is downstairs now," he said. Everybody go down quietly. No noise. Take it slow."

Maybe later.

Cherie and Robert Jr. were feeling like fish out of water at first. They weren't well acquainted with the neighborhood so they didn't feel like they could just approach people at will. Still, the sight of so many people slowly becoming more and more naked was turning them on. Finally, Cherie had enough.

"Screw this," she said, standing and pulling her top over her head. "I'm playing catch up here and I got to get me some cock right now. There's no sense letting Mama have you all to herself. Get it out, bro."

Bobby Mosswell didn't pause a beat. He'd had his mother and other sister already, so he might as well win the trifecta. He was deep in his sister's pussy within a minute and alternated between cock and tongue until she had a long, squealing orgasm that brought Bill Peterson in to investigate.

"Hi, I'm Bill," he said. He dropped his pants and took up Bobby's position as soon as it was vacated. "You must be Cherie and Robert Jr." He shook Bobby's hand and stroked himself extra hard into Cherie's plump little pussy. She gasped, moaned, and came again. "Glad to meet you," he said. "Boy, I'd sure like to fuck those beautiful tits of yours and cum right up under your chin. Maybe later? Do you think?"

"Sure," she said on a sigh of pleasure. "If you got anything left to shoot."

"Yeah, that's the question, isn't it?" Bill laughed and fucked her to another orgasm. "Do you do women?"

"I, well, I don't know," Cherie said. She didn't want to sound prudish, though she supposed that was impossible at this point.

"I want to see my wife with you. I. Want. Her. To. Suck. Your. Cunt," he said, thrusting hard on each word. "Okay?"

"Shit yeah," Bobby said for her. "I want to see that, too."

After getting rid of the crazy lady, Patrice had watched her husband fuck Melody Peterson while the woman was busy thrusting her fingers into her pussy hard and fast and Karen Jenkins sucked at her tits with her own cunt planted firmly atop Bill's mouth. Beside them Betty Burton was sucking the Bill's cock while Ray Jenkins continued working her pussy with his hard rod. Patrice had cum at least twice and was eager to return the favor but Melody wouldn't allow it. "Save it," she told her. "You can use my mother-in-law's strap-on later."

Ralph collected them then and they went into the house and downstairs together.

When they entered the large room, most of the others were already there. They had taken up positions on couches and were screwing as quietly as they could so as not to alert the recipient of their little surprise. Elaine's view was blocked by two men standing on either side of her head while a third young man fucked her. Patrice didn't recognize them all at first (she'd never seen Robert naked, after all) but the recognition came to her in a rush.

"What the hell? He's her . . ." she began, but Ralph shushed her and clapped a hand over her mouth. She stood staring at the sight of the bank officer, one of her bosses, playing with his daughter's breasts while she gave him a hand job. The boy on Elaine's other side was his son. She was doing her family!

Robert Porter was fucking his own daughter! Okay, not fucking because there was a black kid doing that, but almost the same. And his son had his cock in his sister's mouth. They were having sex together! Shit!

After the incident with the mother and son outside, she Patrice should have expected pretty much anything. But, still, this was a bank officer!

That was when the man in Elaine's pussy announced that he was going to cum and moved up to squirt on the girl's face while her father and brother stood stroking their cocks on either side.

Patrice watched them in open-mouthed amazement.

Across the room, Karen Jenkins was regarding them in pretty much the same manner, but only because hearing about something wasn't quite the same as seeing it. What she really wanted to see was whether or not Emily got into the act with the girl. Her little student sure had grown up to be something else.

Karen and Ray were the only two in the room wearing masks (black masks covering just their eyes) because they had teaching positions to protect. Besides, when she knelt before her seated husband and began sucking his dick, the mask made it all the more dirty.

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Tillman was thrusting himself into Elaine with slow, even movements. He pushed hard into her, driving himself deep into her womb, and her orgasm moved up through her body in one great shuddering motion.

After she came (a small one, but the big one would come later) she felt a second set of hands moving over her chest, massaging her breasts. Her father was there, and he took her hand out and placed his hard cock in it while he continued playing with her breasts and Tillman continued his gentle movement inside of her body.

She thought she heard other people entering the room, but Danny was on her other side now, rubbing his cock against her mouth and blocking her view of the room. She felt certain that there was whispering and the soft sound of bodies moving on each other.

She did distinctly hear a woman exclaim, "What the hell? He's her . . ." and someone shush her quiet. But that didn't matter. She had three men wanting to make her feel good. She might as well strive to return the favor.

Danny was in her mouth and she was stroking both him and her father, trying to bring them to a boil at the same time as Tillman. She wanted them all to blast her in unison and coat her as one.

"I'm cumming," Tillman said, pumping faster.

Apparently, that was a cue for something, because both her father and Danny stood back, each of them stroking themselves. Her father grasped her hair and lifted her up slightly, as Tillman straddle walked the bench to get closer to her face, his own hand pumping his long rod until he sprayed a lovely hot burst of cum onto her face.

"Shit yes!" he shouted as he stumbled away and her father lifted her up to sit on the bench.

Danny was before her, hitting her with a well aimed spurt that ran down her cheek to drip on her shoulder. Her father came next, painting her other cheek and shoulder. Elaine came in a rush, her body twitching as she let the sensations flow through her.

Before she was even done with her orgasm, her father announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce my daughter, Elaine, my little queen of cum. I know she'd love it if you men would bring your liquid offerings to her now."

"Don't be shy," Danny said. "She isn't."

A man came up behind her and she felt him moving the head of his cock down along her spine toward her buttocks even as she felt his hands grasping her at the waist, pulling and lifting her from the bench. She stood and knelt one knee on the bench, turning slightly to see Ralph Burton behind her, smiling, pressing his cock against her pussy and into her.

Now that her brother and father had moved aside, she could see that the room was full of people. Couples filled the couches, pared off and copulating while Danny moved among them with a video camera. He came to her side, focusing on her face and saying, "Smile for the camera."

Her mother and Betty Burton were standing to one side with amused looks on their faces. Then they were obscured by men gathering around her. It was clear that the men were mindful of the two cameras and did their best to avoid blocking the view. John Carter and Andy Adams approached, stroking themselves and laughing as John ejaculated on her neck and shoulder.

Ralph pulled out and turned her to sit again on the bench. Then, with a glance over his shoulder to check camera position, he stood before her stroking himself until he sent ropy bursts of jism onto her chest.

"Oh, shit," she sighed, her pussy convulsing with the power of her orgasm at the touch of his semen. "Holy shit!" A pounding rush of sensation in her groin. An electric surge. The cum hitting her body was divine, and she could see that the other men were beginning to approach her, too.

It must have been planned that the women would bring their men to the verge of orgasm and then let them ejaculate on her. It was somebody's wonderful plan.

The women stood, watching their men deposit their seed on the skin of the slim girl seated in the center of the room. Each wife seemed to be beaming with pride at the power and quantity of their man's release.

As Andy Adams hit the center of her chest with his cum, she saw his wife approach slowly. She came as close as her belly allowed and then began squeezing her breasts and spraying Elaine's body with hot milk, adding her liquid to what the men were leaving on her skin. Terry Carter moved up behind her, doing the same thing on her back.

Daryl Peterson grasped her hand and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. She pumped him instinctively, and at a speed designed to obtain another surge of that precious fluid. She squirted him against her face, closing her left eye with his pearl white release.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "I'm cumming again. Daddy, I'm just cumming over and over. It's so good," she said, letting another orgasm shiver through her as the Cassidy twins stood on each side and stroked their twin cocks. "Mommy and Daddy. Thanks. Thanks everybody! This is so good!"

"Boy, you're just like a glazed donut," Tim said, laughing.

"Except I don't want to lick the frosting off," Tom said. "Maybe my brother does, though."

"Ew, no." Tim said. "I'm going to shut this other eye now."

"Think you've got enough spunk for that?" his brother teased him.

Tim didn't answer him, but shouted out, "Hey, Mrs. Porter. Can I cum on you like this alter?" He pumped out more than enough cum to force her other eye shut and run down to join the glaze on her breast. Tom joined him a second later, covering her other breast and stomach.

Sharon Cassidy was kneeling before her husband, playing the fluffer for this special little porno. They were both watching the twins ejaculating on Elaine, each feeling proud of the boy's performance. Sharon thought Tim's comments to Emily Porter were a bit rude, of course, but the woman didn't seem to mind one bit.

When her husband began to step back from her, Sharon released him from her mouth and walked with him to the low bench. She knelt beside him and pumped his cock until he released another coat of cum for Elaine's chest.

Karen led her husband up to Elaine next. She pulled him up and rubbed his dick against the girls cum coated lips, and Elaine too him in and began sucking voraciously. "Oh, oh, shit," Ray said, pulling back as Karen stood behind him and reached both hands around to pump his surging cock until she had emptied him on her ex student's body.

The other two Mosswell men hurried up to her, and Robert pulled Elaine's hair until her mouth found his penis and sucked it nearly all the way in. Cherie bounded up, staring at the girl who was sucking her father's cock blindly. She squealed with delight as her brother sprayed a thick coating of jism onto her neck, and, immediately upon his finish, she pulled him back and began sucking at his flaccid cock.

Terry Carter milked herself onto both Elaine and Robert, laughing as Jason ducked his head in to catch some of her milk on his tongue. Fortified by the beverage, he sprayed a huge wad of cum on the side of Elaine's head that ran into her ear and then dripped down over her shoulder and over her breast to join the rest of the glistening cum that had obliterated her freckles.

It seemed to Elaine that it went on for ever, but that surely wasn't possible. There weren't that many men. Still, Elaine's orgasms continued unabated as she felt the hot spurts hit her and run over her skin. The feeling of it cooling on her skin, drying already, was further excitement to her. Her fingers were at her pussy now, rubbing hard on the nub of flesh crowning her vagina as the men and women seemed to be spurting over her forever.

She rubbed the coating around on her chest with one hand, laughing, and then combed her coated fingers back through her hair, creating stiff peaks of red curls. She opened her mouth to catch a bit of Kyle Davis's release on her tongue, letting it run from her open mouth and onto her own chest. She smeared herself with cum and mother's milk, glazing her own body until she was covered from forehead to groin.

Someone laid her down on the bench, and she felt a man's scrotum swaying against her lips. She sucked the balls into her mouth, juggling them with her tongue, while the fellow straddling her head pumped himself out onto her belly. "Maybe you can let my mom suck all of this off you." It was Bill Chambers whose balls had been in her mouth. "She's being a real pill."

"Oh, William." It was her mother's voice then. "Don't drag Elaine into your family drama. Let her have her fun."

Elaine lay trembling, gasping and struggling to calm her excited breath. Then she felt a woman's hands on her thighs pushing them apart to make room for a woman's soft lips and the gentle ministrations of her tongue. It felt like her mother's mouth upon her. Yes, that was her mother's caress on her labia and the gentle sucking of her eager mouth. Around her, she could hear someone begin clapping their hands, and then everyone joined in.

"Bravo!" a woman shouted, and her voice was joined by others as what had been an organized event dissolved into the random chatter of a party in progress.

Jenny's shout had been one of amazement at what she'd just seen. Twenty-four men had just ejaculated on one little girl. Twenty-four men and two pregnant ladies. Elaine did, indeed, look like a glazed donut because she was totally covered from the bright red fur of her pussy to the red curls adorning her head. She was coated, blinded, and obviously in ecstasy. What Jenny had first thought was a rather sick prank to play on a daughter had turned out to be the perfect gift.

Elaine lay and let her mother lick and suck at her pussy, her own mind seeming to drift away on the bliss remaining from the assault of orgasms the many men had given her. Tillman and Ralph Burton had been the only men to penetrate her young body, but she'd come innumerable times at the prompting of twenty-four men's hot semen. She didn't even try to clear her eyes and open them, but lay with her body covered and her mother bringing subtle pleasure with a touch designed to let her drift down from the heights rather than fall, to unwind after so much intense sensation. Everything was wonderful and she was floating on a sea of joy. Floating. Dreaming. Blissful in her soul.

To be Continued . . .

Will the neighborhood find a way to keep the party going all week? And what of Bill and Brenda?