Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 22:06:30 -0800 (PST) From: Wendi Darling Subject: My Next-door Neighbors 'My Next-door Neighbors' {Wendi} ( real con inc cd Mg MB Bg best ) [1!1] I have two extremely polite and out-going next-door neighbor children, Kevin and Megan. They and their parents live in the house between Ashley and Brittany, and they hang with one another quite a bit. Kevin is a pretty good friend of my Michael.. er.. Mikki. Those of you who regularly read my adventures got to know Ash, Brit, and Mikki in my "My Michaela" trilogy. Kevin is fourteen and a freshman in the nearby Catholic high school. He has lightish brown hair and blue eyes, stands about 5' 7" or so, and is slightly overweight. I like to think of him as "pleasingly plump!" I couldn't begin to tell you his weight. Megan is a sexy twelve-year-old delight. Many years ago, when she was six, she came out of her house totally naked to talk with me, so I knew that she wasn't shy. She's quite tall for her age, about 5' 10 1/2 ", so she's taller than I am, and a little gangly and klutzy, but she's very pretty with shoulder-length dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a just developing body. I had never 'played' around with either of these two youngsters, but that's not to say that I didn't want to do so, or that the opportunity never arose. I just never did. I was outside doing some yard work one weekday afternoon in September, and Kevin came by and sat on my front stoop. "Hi, Kevin," I said. "What's up?" "Oh, nothing," he said, glumly. "Why the long face?" I asked. "Bored," he replied. "Nobody's around and I finished all my homework in school. I played all my games a hundred times and there's just nothing to do." "What about your sister?" I said. "There's always her." "Ah, she's getting boring, too," said Kevin. "Besides, she's at a girlfriend's." "Do you ever play games with her?" I queried. "I mean 'good' games?" "Yeah, we mess around some whenever we get a chance," he said. "I assume that your folks don't know about your little 'games,'" I said. "Oh, fuck, no!" he answered. "We'd be fucking dead if they ever found out! That's the problem. It's really hard to find any time alone. If my mom or dad aren't home, my gramps is over here." "An interesting situation!" I mused to myself. "Hey, do you happen to like to go fishing?" I asked, trying to pique his interest and gain his trust. "Oh, yeah," he answered, perking up, "but my Dad is ALWAYS working and Gramps doesn't like to fish." "Well, I was planning to go over to Dawson Lake on Saturday morning. Would you like to go?" "Boy, would I!" said Kevin, excitedly, "but I don't really have much good equipment." "That's quite alright," I told him. "I have more than enough tackle for a small army." Just then his mom drove up and he ran over to ask her. "He's not going to be a bother, is he?" his mom called over. "Oh, no, Nancy," I yelled back. "He won't be any bother. I'd like the company, and besides, I can always throw him in if he bugs me," I said smiling. "It's okay with us, if you don't mind," she said. "It's cool," I told her. "It's on for Saturday, then." "Thanks, Ed," called Kevin. It'll be so fun!" "6:00 on Saturday morning," I yelled back. "If you're not here, I leave without you!" "I'll be there!" he said, as he followed Nancy inside. "You don't have to worry about that!" What wonderful luck! What a great opportunity to add another boy to my collection! Kevin will have more fun than he ever hoped to have. At the hour of 6:00 on Saturday morning, I was ready and waiting for my new 'buddy,' having bought bait and pop the day before, and having made us sandwiches a few minutes ago. At precisely 6:05, my doorbell rang, and there was Kevin, a little bleary-eyed, but raring to go, none-the-less. "I'm sorry I'm late," he said, apologetically. "I thought you might have left without me." "Not a chance," I told him. "It's only five after. Help me throw all this fucking shit into the car. I hope you like baloney sandwiches and Coke." "Yeah, that's super," said Kevin. To make a long story short, Kevin helped me load up and we got into the car and backed out of the driveway. We were on our way. I deliberately started using a few four-letter words when speaking with the boy, in order to gauge his reaction to me. It apparently didn't phase him, so I decided to talk to him just as I would to any adult. It was still fairly warm for September, so Kevin was dressed in an ISU sweatshirt with three-quarter length sleeves, the usual baggy-style shorts with the legs reaching below his knees of which guys his age are so fond, these days. He was barefoot except for a pair of scroungy sneakers. The almost-blond fuzz on his forearms and calves glistened in the dim pre-dawn light. Except for my ever-present sateen panties, I was dressed in my 'manly' fishing garb: sleeveless sweatshirt over a cotton work shirt with rolled up sleeves, well-worn 'holey' jeans, cotton socks and canvas hiking hi-tops, and roll-up hat. I had the forethought of pulling up the divider in the front seat of my car, so that I was better able to brush my bare forearm against Kevin's bare forearm and leg, while pretending to be reaching for something. There were no adverse responses at all when I made contact with him. Very good! My relatively secluded spot was still unoccupied when we reached it, so we hauled everything down from the parking area where we left the car to the picnic bench right near the water on the partially obscured little point of land. No one could approach us without being first being heard or observed by us. Kevin apparently had been fishing a fair amount of times as he was quite adept at rigging the rod and reel that I supplied to him, and at baiting his own hook. I had taken my 10-year-old niece and 8-year-old nephew fishing there the year before, and they were complete neophytes. With all the time that I expended rigging their tackle, baiting their hooks, untangling and freeing their lines, and removing their fish, I had barely any time to even drown my worm! Fishing with Kevin was a joy! We cast our lines into the water and sat down next to one another on the picnic bench to await the telltale jerking of the bobbers. I made sure that my knee contacted his, and then reached over across him. "Excuse my bod, Kevin, but I need that rag over on the other side of you." "That's okay, Ed," he said, "Anytime." I was very satisfied with my progress, so far. We had arrived at the lake at about seven o'clock, and by nine we had already caught ourselves a fair amount of fair-sized Bluegills, a couple of Smallmouths, and a couple of good-sized Catfish, which I kept in a live-basket. We took a break and ate a couple of sandwiches and some chips, and washed them down with Cokes. Kevin then had to take a piss and started for the outhouses that were located about thirty yards away. "Hey, wait," I said. "You don't have to go all the way over there. I always go here in the bushes. Come on, I'll show you. I have to go, too. Nobody'll see us." We went into the bushes, and I dropped my pants, pulled down my panties, and grabbed my cock while Kevin unzipped and pulled out his. He wasn't wearing any underwear. "You wear panties?" he said to me. "Yeah," I said, "they feel good. I see that you don't wear anything underneath." "Naw," said Kevin, "I don't like the way boxers and briefs feel." "Well, then, why don't you try on a pair of your sister's panties?" I asked him. "That's kinda sissy," he said. "Hey," I said, "How about we hold each other's dicks while we piss? I think that'd be fun." "Well ... me and Michael kinda fool around sometime," he said, hesitantly, "but you're an adult." "So, I'm an adult," I said. "So what? Come on! I dare you! Besides me and Michael fool around all the time." With that, Kevin reached over and grabbed my pisser while I reached over and held his, and we proceeded to water the greenery. While we held each other, we became aroused and our tools grew and hardened. Kevin's was a cut 6 inches, a good half-inch longer that mine. I persuaded him that we should mutually jack each other off to make our hardons go away, and he finally consented and said, "Sure, why not?" Kevin dropped his pants, and I could at last see his cute little tubby belly and his almost hairless pubes. We stood facing one another and jerked each other off in the underbrush until we simultaneously shot our wads on the ground between us. "Omigod, that was awesome!" gasped Kevin. "What did I tell you, my dear? I said. "Wasn't it fun?" We peed again to clear out our tubes, and then pulled up our pants and went back to the table. I still had a raging rod and I could see Kevin's tenting out in front of his shorts, so I said to him, "Let's suck each other off this time!" "Uh uh," he said. "I can't suck you! Only queers do that!" "Michael and I suck each other all the time," I said. "YOU DO?" he said. "Well, I don't care what you two do; I can't!" "You don't have to, sweets, " I said. "Would you like me to do it to you?" "Yeah, I guess that'd be okay, Ed," said Kevin. We walked out of our concealment and back to the picnic table. I opened one of the folding canvas chairs that we had hauled down from the car. I then unbuttoned and unzipped Kevin's shorts, let them fall to the ground, and had him sit in the chair. "Sit back and relax," I told him, as I got on my knees in front of him, spread his knees apart, and prepared to worship that one-eyed god. I cupped his lovely balls in my hands and softly squeezed, and he let out with the longest sigh. I knew that he was going to enjoy my expert fellating. I bent forward and kissed his piss slit and his prick jumped as if it had a life all its own. I took his rock-hard head between my eager lips and into my yearning mouth and began to suck and lick while I massaged his sack and rubbed his belly. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" he gasped. I slid my mouth farther and farther down his boyhood, until I engulfed the entire thing, its head touching the back of my throat. I moved my head up and down on his beautiful young teenage shaft while he closed his eyes and enjoyed my ministrations. I bobbed faster and faster, and I tasted his precum starting to ooze. I kept on and his fingers now tensed up and gripped the arms of the camp chair. He was oohing and aahing and moaning and groaning. Then his legs stiffened, he entwined his fingers in my hair, and he bucked up into my mouth and throat several times unloading all that his young nuts could deliver. I savored and swallowed it all, not wasting a drop of the salty cream. "That was so good," said Kevin when he was finally able to speak. "Can you do that to me again sometime?" "Just drop by anytime," I told him. "Perhaps you might like to join Michael, Ashley, Brittany, and the dogs and me in our 'games.' You can bring Megan, too." "You mean all you guys have sex with each other?" he asked incredulously. "You'd better believe that we do," I answered, "and you're always invited." Kevin put himself back together, and we fished and noshed for a couple of more hours, sitting side-by-side with our arms around each other's waists. Quite a few fish later, and it was time to return home. We hauled all our gear and fish over to the car, loaded it, and we were off. We rode back, sitting very, very close to each other as lovers sometimes do, and jerked each other off on the way. It was all that I could do to keep control of the car during my orgasms, and we both shot all over the inside of the car When we got back to my house, we pulled into the garage, unloaded the car, and Kevin volunteered to clean up all the cum, of which he did a very thorough job. I told him to tell his mom that I would clean and cook the fish for a fish fry that night, and I gave him a very deep kiss as he left. He was very surprised, but quite pleased. "And please call me 'Wendi' when we have our little games," I told him. "I like to feel girlie." Kevin must have said something to Megan, for the next morning she came over to me as I was sitting out on my patio. She doesn't always have someone with whom to play or talk. I'd been lusting after her for quite some time, and this was quite a pleasant surprise. She was barefoot, as usual, and had on the shortest pair of shorts and a stretched out baggy old sweatshirt that hung just below her shorts, so as to give the impression that the sweatshirt was all that she was wearing. One side of the neck hole was off her shoulder, and I could make out her budding breasts through the material. My 'clitty' started to get hard. "What's wrong, angel?" I asked. She said that she was lonesome and wanted to talk with someone. I said that I would be glad to talk and play with her, and that I could be like a boyfriend or girlfriend, and that she could tell me anything or talk about anything, and I wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't want me to tell, not even her parents. It would be our secret. She came over and sat down beside me at the picnic table. We were not in view of her house, and that made it all the better. "Do you have a boyfriend, Megan?" "Of course not," she giggled. "What do you mean, of course not." I said. "A pretty girl like you should have a lot of boyfriends." "Pretty? Me?" she said. "And besides, I'm too tall." "You're very pretty, and you're not to tall for me," I replied. "As a matter of fact, you're just about the perfect size. Would you like me to be your boyfriend?" "I don't know," said Mean. "You're kind of old for me." "A lot of girls have boyfriends that are way older than they are," I told her. "Older boyfriends are much kinder than the young ones. They don't go around teasing their girlfriends and they love them more." "I guess that it would be OK, then, as long as no one else finds out," she said hesitantly, as she sweetly smiled and put her hand on my thigh. "Okay, you can be my boyfriend." This was too good to be true. "I told you that this will be our secret and no one else will know unless you tell them. I don't want you to lie, but you'll have to sneak over here, though," I said to her, "Your friends and folks won't understand, and they'd be mad at me." "Don't worry, I can be pretty sneaky when I want to be," Megan said. "I won't tell anyone." I then asked her what kind of games she and her brother and her friends played together, and she rattled off a bunch, a lot that I had previously observed them doing. Then I asked her if they ever played 'Doctor.' "We used to play it a lot, but it got boring," she said. "What's boring about you kids seeing each other naked?" I asked her. "It's cool. My friends, and my sister's friends, and I used to play that all the time when we were kids." "You did?" said Megan. "Sure," I said, putting my arm around her. "It was a lot of fun." She didn't pull away. Wonderful!! "Did a boy ever kiss you?" I asked. "Sure. Why?" "Just wondering. Do you think you would like me to kiss you?" "I don't know." she answered. "Would you like to really learn how to kiss? I could teach you. Would you like to kiss me? Remember, you're my special girlfriend." "As long as you're my boyfriend and I'm your girlfriend, I guess it's okay. What should I do?" asked Megan. "You don't have to do a thing," I replied. "I'll take care of everything." I took her adorable face in my hands, told her to close her eyes if she wanted, and said to follow my lead. Putting my lips to hers, I gently licked hers with the tip of my tongue, opening them slightly to allow me to swipe across her teeth. With her supple young body now cradled in my arms, she responded by opening her mouth and allowing my tongue to have total access to her delicate mouth. She then inserted her tongue fully into my mouth and swirled it around with abandon. It was truly awesome. My right hand found its way to her budding breasts, and she pulled back slightly. After delicately explaining, that like other boys, I liked girls who let me touch their boobies, Melissa placed my hand back on her chest and murmured softly as she returned to kissing me. While still embracing and kissing this lovely little nymphet, I let my hand fall to her bare thigh, which I started to caress from her knee to just below her crotch. Each time that I came within touching distance of her pubes, she would wiggle her hips a little closer to my hand and let out a tiny moan. She finally thrust her little snatch right into my hand, and I squeezed that tender twat. Megan cried out, pushed her hot pussy hard up against my hand, crushed her chest up against mine, and bit my lip, drawing a little blood. She savored the salty fluid, kissing and licking my lip. I then took one of her hands and put it between my legs so she could feel my hard throbbing cock under my thin shorts. She was amazed at its size and hardness, though I'm definitely not over-endowed. I explained as delicately as I could that this always happens when boys get hot, and that boys really love to have their girlfriends massage their penises. "I know." said Megan. "I do that for Kevin and Michael, but Kevin's my brother and Michael's his friend, not my boyfriend." My heart skipped a beat! My little sweetheart had already learned the mechanics of sex and where babies came from. Thank God that I didn't have to explain all of that! She knew a bit more about sex than I realized. She went at my cock with gusto through my shorts, rubbing and massaging my rigid member until I shot my load in my pants. I kissed Megan ever so gently, said that I loved her, and told her that the lesson was over for now, but that she could come back at any time. "We have to save something for next time," I said, but first, I need you to do something for me. "What?" she asked, curiously. "I need you to put some tanning cream on my back. I can't reach back there. Holly would do that for me," I explained to her, "but she's not here anymore." "I'm so sorry about Holly!" she exclaimed, and started to hug and kiss me. "This was better than I had ever hoped for," I thought to myself. I took Megan by the hand and led her through the patio doors into the family room. I had her sit on the sofa and gave her the TV remote while I went into the bedroom. I took off my cum-soiled shorts and wiped off my dick. I put on a darling lavender pair of satin panties, grabbed the tanning cream, and returned to my new girlfriend. "You've got girls' panties on," she said, quite amused. "That's really weird." "It's not so weird!" I retorted. "A lot of men and boys wear panties, although most of them won't admit it. The feel of satin next to the skin makes me feel all squooshy and sexy. I wear satin nighties, too." "You're strange." she commented. I told her to get off of the sofa, gave her the can of tanning foam, and laid myself on it, face down. I told her to shake the can real good, put two pumps of the foam on my back, and rub it all the way in, from my neck down to my panties, so there are no streaks, and be careful not to get any on the panties. She followed my instructions to the letter. Her delicate touch on my back while she rubbed and massaged in the foam now gave me a raging hard on. I then quickly got up and took my sweetie into the bathroom to wash the residue off of her hands. "Why're you doing that?" she asked. "I liked rubbing your back." "I have to wash the foam off your hands before it tans the palms of your hands. Your mom would be sure to notice, and she'd want to know what you've been up to. Can't have that, now, can we, honey?" I positioned Megan in front of the vanity basin, turned on the water, and grabbed the soap dispenser and a wash cloth. I pressed up against her backside, my aroused prick hard against her butt. I put my arms around her, pumped out some soap, and first scrubbed, then gently washed her hands. Through all this, I was rubbing and rotating my engorged cock against her ass, and moaning softly. She responded by backing up and moving her solid ass against my throbbing prick. The sensation was one of utter lust and pleasure. I couldn't take it any longer and cried out, spurting and spurting my full load of cum in my panties. Megan turned around to grab a towel to dry her hands. "That was nice," she said. Looking down at the still throbbing bulge and the huge wet spot on the front of my panties, she exclaimed, "You shot in your panties!" "I sure did!" I gasped. "I pumped all my sperm out into my panties before I had a chance to put my penis inside you." "You mean that you were going to stick your penis up my vagina? I don't want to have intercourse and have any baby!" she exclaimed, frightened. "I wasn't going to do that now, but I will eventually. I don't want you to have my baby, either, honey," I told her, somewhat calming her fears. "I'll make sure that you don't get pregnant." "Let me see your sperm." said Megan, curiously, as she pulled down the front of my panties, exposing my dick and getting some cum on her hand. "Eeeeewww! Gross! That's one sticky mess! And you don't have any hair around your penis like my Dad does!" "Quit complaining, Megan." I said. You'll get to like it. And, you're right; I don't have any hair down there. I shave it all off. In fact, I shave all the hair from my armpits, chest, belly, and butt. You can help me with that sometime. Okay?" "Yeah, that'll be cool," she said. "And by the way," I continued, "from now on, I want you to call sperm 'cum.' And don't say penis. Call it a cock or dick or prick. And call your vagina 'pussy' or 'cunt' or 'twat.' Intercourse is 'fuck.' It'll make everything seem nice and naughty and sexy. Can you remember all that?" "Sure, I can. I've heard them all. I love you, Ed." "I love you, too, Megan," I told her, and I like you very, very much. You're a very pretty and sexy girl. But before you leave, I want to show you something." I went upstairs and got a bunch of pictures that I copied off of the Internet from the 'Men Wearing Panties' site. They showed various men in panties, pantyhose, and thigh highs, etc., showing off their intimates. Some were holding their hard cocks; some were dribbling or squirting cum. I wanted to prove to Megan that there were others, besides myself, who like wearing girls' underthings, and that they had cum in theirs, too. "See. I wanted you to see that I'm not that totally strange or weird after all. There are others who like soft and satiny panties and nylon pantyhose and stockings." "I'll be back soon," she replied, "I really had fun. I can hardly wait for what you'll show me next." I didn't see Megan or Kevin for the rest of the week, presumably because they had homework to do after school, but on the following Saturday morning, my dogs, Prince and Princess were whining at the patio screen door. Curious, I went to the door and heard a girl's voice softly crying out. "Oh, God, yeah! Oh, yeah! Harder, please! Oh, yeah, do it! Fuck me hard! Oooooo!" Needless to say, I had to check this out, so I opened the door and walked outside. The dogs ran around the corner of the house to where the sounds were emanating. I followed the pups, and, lo and behold, there out of sight under some of my hedges was Megan, flat on her back and clothe in just that old sweatshirt of hers, being reasonably well-pummeled by the pile-driving cock of her brother, Kevin. As the dogs ran around the two youngsters, I said, "Well, it's nice to see you two up and about and so lively this morning." "Oh, man," said Kevin, quickly pulling his rapidly shriveling penis out of his sister's pussy, while she was still thrashing in the wild throes of her orgasm. "We're sorry, Ed. We didn't think anyone would find us here. We didn't have any place to be alone. Please don't tell our mom, please!" "I have no intention of tattling on you," I said. "You're only following your natural instincts." "Oh, God," said Megan, almost parroting her brother. "You're not going to tell on us, are you?" "Heavens, no!" I reiterated to her, now standing, her puffy bald cunt glistening in the morning sunlight with the juices of her and her brother. "Why would I ever do that?" "Well, it's a sin for brothers and sisters to have sex with each other," she said with a horrified look on her face, "and besides, Mom and Dad would kill us! Oh, thanks, Ed." "Well, I don't happen to think it's a sin for brothers and sisters to fuck each other," I said. "Just as I don't think it's a sin for parents to have sex with their children, or for any adult to have sex with children. I think it's cool if boys want to have sex with boys, and girls with girls, too. It's fun! And what did I tell both of you about calling me 'Wendi' when we're playing our games?" "We're sorry, Ed. I mean Wendi," said Kevin, pulling up his pants and tucking in his cock. "We'll try to remember. It's just that it seems a little weird." "You're really cool, Wendi," piped Megan. "Come on inside, then, you two," I told them, "and we'll see want we can dream up. Leave the dogs outside for now. Let them fuck for a while." The kids followed me inside and I asked them if they wanted some breakfast. They told me that they had already had some orange juice and cereal, so I tossed them the TV remote and they sat next to each other on the couch and tuned into some cartoon show, while Kevin massaged his sister's honey mound. Meanwhile, I went upstairs to take a nice shower, wash my hair, and perhaps change into something a little naughty. I put on a pair of black thigh-high nylons and my darling French maid's outfit, complete with the little white lace tiara, but sans any panties. Who needs them getting in the way? I applied just a wee touch of make-up, focusing mostly on my eyes, slipped on my five-inch stiletto heels and went back downstairs to join the youngsters. "OMIGOD!" exclaimed Megan, as she glimpsed me coming down the stairs. "You look awesome!" "Oh, wow!" was all that Kevin could utter. "You ARE Wendi!" "Thank you, dears. How do you like my titties?" I asked, turning toward Megan, and cupping my small breasts and showing my slight cleavage. "They're super," she said, lifting her sweatshirt over her chest. "Mine are almost like that." "Oh, honey," I said to her, "I just have to have you. I want to fuck you right now, but first I have to take care of your brother's hardon. I can see sticking up under his pants." I told Kevin to remove all that he had on and to go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed. He willingly did so and sprawled out spread-eagled on his back. He looked so sweet lying there with his cock standing straight up in the air. Then I called to Megan. "I want you to you to sit on Kevin's chest, facing him, so he can eat your pussy," I told her, "while I suck his cock." "You're going to give him a blowjob?" she asked, somewhat incredulously. "Well, I guess you could say that," I told her. "Didn't he tell you that I gave him one last Saturday?" "No," she answered. "He didn't tell me a thing!" "I guess that means that you can be trusted to keep our little secret, huh, Kev?" "Uh-huh," he nodded, waiting for me to go down on him. "How about you, Megan?" "Oh, I'll never, never tell, Wendi," she promised me. I got down between his outstretched thighs and began to massage his tubby little tummy while I licked his rigid shaft. He moaned and jerked, and his mouth hit his sister right in her lovely bald twat. She responded by shoving her wet mound harder against her brother's lips. I opened my mouth and took in Kevin's cock and began to suck. He apparently had his tongue between Meghan's pussy lips, because she moaned loudly as she glanced back over her shoulder to see what I was doing to her brother. "Ooooh, aaaah!" she uttered, as she saw me 'dining' on Kevin's boyhood. "This is sooo super awesome!" I bobbed my head up and down on the teenager's prick, gradually picking up the tempo as I felt his pre-orgasmic juices begin to leak into my hard-working mouth. From the gyrations and grinding that Megan was doing against her brother's face, I assumed that his tongue and lips were doing quite a number on her clitty, which was very well-developed for a girl her age, or a woman of any age, for that matter. She then started to buck fiercely against Kevin's face, and I reached up and held onto her thrashing hips as Kevin's dick flared out in my mouth and he thrust savagely into my throat, unleashing his torrent of cum. Megan collapsed back onto me and I tightly held onto the two siblings as their sexual spasms abated. While Kevin still lay in a post-sex stupor, I turned Megan on her back beside him and stuck my throbbing clitty into her steamy young cunt while it was still hot and wet. "Oh, God, Wendi, please don't," said Megan when he felt herself being penetrated by me. "I don't want to get pregnant!" "You won't, sweetie," I told her. "I can still cum buckets, but all my sperm are dead due to the hormones I take. I couldn't get you pregnant if I wanted to." "Oh, good," she said, as she totally spread her long legs, inviting me to fully enter her. I slowly slid all the way into her torrid vagina, and ever so slowly began a thorough internal massage of her sex canal. She moaned, whimpered, and mewled like a little kitten as she instinctively slung her knees over my shoulders in order to insure a total and complete mating. I pumped that preteen twat with all the force that I could put behind my rigid clitty. Her body instinctively responded by causing her hips and love mound to grind uncontrollably against me. Kevin, meanwhile, had come out of his rapture, and was watching the antics of his next-door neighbor and his sister, while jerking himself off. My nuts were swollen and aching, and I dearly wanted to unload them into my young lover, but I wanted to try something else, first. I quickly pulled out of her and my clitty made the most lewd-sounding sucking noise when exiting from her sopping-wet hole. "Where are you going, Wendi?" cried Megan in disbelief. "I'll be right back. You guys play with each other to keep in the mood. I'll only be a minute!" I ran to the patio door, opened it and called for my dog, Princess. The German Shepherd bitch was in heat. She was at the peak of her natural estrous cycle and wanted to be mated constantly. I though that this would be a good time to introduce her to Kevin, so that he could have a bitch. She came running with Prince ready and running behind her, but I left Prince outside. I returned to the bedroom with the dog and Kevin and Megan were still masturbating each other and were hotter than ever. "Okay," I said to Kevin, "drag yourself away from your sister and get down here on the floor by Princess. Remember seeing how Prince fucks her? Well, she's in heat and wants to be mated and you're going to mount her." "I don't know," said Kevin. "Fuck a dog?" "Sure," I said. "It's just like fucking your sister. I do it all the time." Kevin got down on his knees behind Princess while Megan watched intently while fingering herself. I showed him how to mount her and guided his cock to her canine cunt. She whimpered slightly while he easily slid into her. "Wow, is she ever tight!" exclaimed Kevin. "She's clamping onto me!" "I knew that you'd like it, sweetie," I told him. Turning to Megan, I said, "Now, it's your turn! Please get down here, little miss!" She got down on the floor on all fours, and I had her get rid of her scroungy sweatshirt so that she was now completely and totally naked. (What a delectable body she has.) I positioned her so that we would all be able to observe each other's sexual activity. I spread her knees slightly farther apart, mounted her just as Kevin had done with Princess, and again entered her juicy cunt, but this time from the rear. Kevin and I now each had our own bitches, he, my dog, Princess, and I, his little sister, Megan. Princess softly growled and whined, and Megan moaned and cried with sheer ecstatic delight as Kevin and I panted in our doggie-style matings. Both little bitches backed their asses up against our loins at each inward thrust of our pelvises. Observing one another's sexual throes additionally aroused Kevin and Megan and me. The only thing that mattered to Princess, however, was that six-inch hammer of her stud. Our lewd twosomes rocked back and forth in sexual abandon with the hips and asses of both bitches moving back and forth, while their cunt dripping cunts clamped onto and played havoc with our male members. Megan screamed out as she experienced orgasm after orgasm while I unloaded the entire contents of my swollen nuts into her accommodating pussy. Kevin, meanwhile, felt the joy of creaming into a dog's cunt for the first time. We all collapsed in a heap on the floor, cocks still firmly held by our bitches' twitching cunts. After we finally came around to our senses, I let Princess outside for some more mating with Prince, and Kevin and Megan and I cleaned ourselves up. We then all got back into bed and snuggled together for the rest of the morning while watching a couple of videos and eating some popcorn that I had made. Before they left, they asked me if they could come back. "Anytime," I said. "Perhaps someday we can get Ashley, Brittany, and Michael, and maybe Marcus and Mitch and those two skinny little blondes from over in Royal Pointe sub to join us. We can have a super sex party!" Feel free to e-mail me, Wendi, at sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com.