A Warm Welcome

A Warm Welcome

I liked my new place. Maybe it was a little small, but it was an expensive luxury condo, and what made me really happy about it was the walls were painted blue, that soft, tranquil kind of blue that makes you forget everything you knew before.

Also, my neighbors seemed nice enough. I had met two of them, a couple, in the elevator briefly while bringing up my endless boxes of books. The woman was very warm and friendly and introduced herself as “Ali.” She was rather stunning, in her mid-thirties with a tall, slim, willowy body and great flowing legs beneath her cut-off shorts. She had clear blue eyes and long, silky blonde hair.

Her boyfriend’s name was “David.” He was older, early fifties, heavy-set, and about him there was... I couldn’t find the words... A sort of unspoken yet intense sensual overpowering. Dark hair and a pair of hazel eyes I could lose myself in. Something wicked danced in those eyes, and it was somehow stirring yet terrifying, like when you want something so bad you’re in horror of what you’d do for it.

The things I would do for this man... I suddenly thought. I shivered at myself. (I do this often.)

I was divorced but still young, in my late twenties. My ex was my high school sweetheart, and I’d had no experience with men before him, except for childhood attempts at kissing. I perhaps was a strange sort of child to begin with. My stepfather collected porn mags in our attic, stacks and stacks of them. Nobody knew I went up there for hours, poring over those pictures of people with their faces etched in drugged ecstasy. Women with men between their legs in jacuzzi’s, women sucking each others’ breasts on bales of hay... My young body ached for what I saw and I knew no way of getting it, it seemed like something that could only be granted if one was an “adult,” and I knew nothing of masturbation or orgasm. I just would lie in my little white canopy bed at night, my body arching and yearning and tossing between the sheets for a man to appear above me and ease the constant throbbing between my legs...

My husband had been kind and handsome. We were married at eighteen, and I thought the sex I had yearned for would be finally mine. But for some reason Henry’s lovemaking left me cold and yearning. He’d climb on top of me and turn his face away from mine and push himself in and out of my vagina for about two minutes... And then it was over. I just felt undesired, unwanted.

One day as I was shopping for a Christmas present for Henry in the mall I saw a man sprawled on a bench. He looked rough, unshaven. A gold chain hung down his exposed chest curling with black hair, his forearms showing the tantalizing tips of snake-like tattoos. The way he looked at me... The images that flashed into my mind were raw and visceral. I looked at the bulge in his tight jeans and imagined dropping my packages and sliding down between his legs, tugging at the belt of his fly and unzipping it, his beautiful cock straining upwards, hard and painfully engorged, aching for me to free it with my soft hand.

For I yearned deeply - no, I was haunted by the need - to know the taste of a man, the feel of him in my mouth, to lick and suck at his balls as he ran his hands roughly through my long black curly tresses... To know if he would enjoy it from me. For I had to be undesirable, it seemed. Why else would Henry be so uncomfortable fucking me? I felt ugly, and ashamed for the slut I was. Once I had tried reaching my hand down towards Henry’s cock but he slapped it away with a firm, resounding No.

And so I started watching porn videos clandestinely in the evenings when Henry was asleep. (I had found a little discreet shop not too far away from the mall.) My flesh felt fevered and seared as I watched the exact things I craved for but could not have in this life, neither as a child or as a woman. I watched a woman in ponytails and a cheerleader’s skirt raised to her waist crouching on the floor, legs spread open wide to the camera as she slapped her fingers against her pink, wet pussy, so wet it seemed to have glossed the tops of her inner thighs. All the while a man stood beside her and she pumped his lovely thick cock with the beautiful smooth head with her long, red finger-nailed hand, swirling her tongue around the tip, letting it enter and leave her mouth with a satisfying plop. She playfully slapped the head against her mouth and face. Then she began sucking him voraciously and took him in as far as she could, gagging on his length, and for some reason I really liked this, because whenever she’d come back up for air the beautiful shimmering strands of saliva (or was it precum?) would be connected from her mouth to the tip of his engorged dick, and oh, he would be moaning, moaning so loudly, saying, “That’s it, baby. Be Daddy’s good girl and take that cock...”

And so I would begin the nightly ritual of squirming in my chair, trying to rub my clit against the thick fabric. Every time his cock drove deep into her mouth I could feel my cunt quivering and pulsing and grasping at air, trying to milk the cock of an invisible ghost. Pinching and twisting hard at my swollen nipples and slipping my hand under my nightgown and finding my own naked pussy pooling with wetness, taking my juices and rubbing them over my clit in two or three circles, and I was cumming so hard, clear hot cum squirting into the red lace fabric, my legs feeling warm and sticky and about to collapse from under me.

But something else always stayed with me... Sometimes the man would spank the woman on her ass, and she’d let out a little shriek or moan, and the skin there would grow pink, the soft flesh jiggling with the force, and how truly terrified I was at this.

Because I wanted it so badly.

*      *      *

It was two nights after I had met my neighbors in the elevator that I heard strange sounds coming from behind the walls of my bedroom. And I knew instinctively the source of those sounds were Ali and David.

For such an expensive condo the walls seemed paper-thin. I hadn’t been able to sleep and was just laying on top of the covers listening to modern jazz, since its wordless dissonance was something that could always take the focus off the violent turmoil of thoughts in my head. I didn’t wear lace nightgowns to bed anymore, I slept in a tight baby tee and pink gym shorts.

I thought I could hear something, and I could swear it was a soft, fleshy surface being slapped, and hard. Then I heard a sound that made me press my thighs together, close my eyes and do this little thing I do when I’m aroused: I knit my brow and my tongue pushes hard against the back of my two bottom-front teeth. As if I’m making a soundless Mmmmm.

I knew it was Ali, and she was moaning as if in a delirium. The slapping sounds continued for what seemed like hours, and then all I could hear was... Nothing. But I could feel the shaking of the wall at the head of my bed.

I was squeezing my thighs together as firmly as possible, savoring the warm pulse of lust coursing through my aching tits and pussy. I happened to like my tits and I would play with them often, they were somewhat large with large areolae, big enough that I could take my hands and push them into my mouth to suck.  

And the shaking of the walls created a rhythm that seemed to beat within me, in my very blood. I began to hear gasping sounds, and a deep, masculine groan. Had David actually been spanking her? I realized my mouth was dry and my chest was rising and falling rapidly. He must have spanked her, punished her (I moaned aloud) and was then obviously fucking her... I imagined that gorgeous silken hair spread across the pillow like some ethereal flower as David held her legs wide apart, drilling his dick deep inside her tight, wet hole. Or maybe she was riding him reverse-cowgirl style (which I loved as well), his hands tangled in that impossibly golden hair as she moved up and down, swallowing his cock deep inside, his beautiful balls swinging like pendulums under her perfect ass...

I licked my parched lips. As the sounds continued in greater rhythm and intensity, I thought I would go mad from what this couple was doing to me.

I had crossed the line of sanity. Or maybe it was my body that did so. No matter, I knew I had to see them.

*      *      *

I left my condo in my baby tee and shorts. I had put on long white running socks and a pair of classic white Keds. My black curly hair I twisted hastily into a wild chignon and clipped it with a baby blue hair clip.

I knocked at the door. I was trembling, and muffled shuffling noises seemed to emanate from within.

It was David who answered. He was hastily pulling on a black terry cloth robe. His face and the naked expanse of his chest that I could see was misted with a fine sheen of sweat.

Oh god, this man. Why did I want this man so much? And why had I done this? They would surely be pissed at a relative stranger interrupting their nightly adventures.

But David just looked at me. Even his eyes on me made me hunger, pulsate even more. I began to stammer, forgetting what I had planned to say as an excuse for coming over.

“I, um, I’m so sorry for disturbing you this late... I was wondering if I might borrow some, some... Sugar.”

I wanted to choke myself. I winced, expecting anger. But he just kept looking at me.

“Sugar... Right. Come in and I’ll get you some.” He ushered me into their living room. I was so nervous I could not take in the decor. But black and red blurred the periphery of my vision, candles were lit, and the air smelled of sweet blackberry and vanilla and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And then I realized the smell - it was the heady, lingering scent of sex.

“Ali, we have a visitor,” David called out.

There was silence. And suddenly Ali seemed to materialize into view. That glorious hair spilled across her shoulders, and I was so lost in the timeless beauty of her that I failed to notice she was wearing a see-through body stocking of black lace. The delicate fabric cupped a pair of the most gorgeous tits that even outshone the hottest porn starlet.

“So nice to see you again, Evie!” her face beamed with pleasure. “Why don’t you sit down for a while. Would you care for a drink?”

My head was screaming, Get out of here. Get the fuck out.

“I would love that, thanks.”

*      *      *

The three of us sat in awkward silence. Or perhaps that was solely on my part. I began to take in the room; it was an eclectic but tasteful array of antique carved mahogany and Oriental furniture. I was sitting on a soft and heavenly plush red velvet chaise lounge.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Evie,” David suddenly spoke softly.

“Yes, we know why you’re here, Evie,” Ali breathed. “We’ve wanted you from the first time we saw you.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, a rush of blood surging in my ears.
I looked for help in David’s face, but only a raw, open lust was visible on his handsome visage, a stern grit of white, perfect teeth. His hunger seemed to match my own, haunting and desperate.

Ali suddenly raised herself from the sofa she and David had occupied. She began to walk slowly towards me, and my first instinct was to rise, but she held my shoulders firmly yet gently, pushing me back down into the plush velvet of the chaise.

She looked at me closely. “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?”

I shook my head like a mute child.

“Show her to me, Ali,” David commanded.

I was still sitting on the chaise, and she got on the seat on her knees beside me, claiming the superior position.

I felt as if my heart would beat to death.

First she un-clipped my thick, unruly hair and let it fall to my shoulders. I almost thought I heard a soft intake of breath come from David’s direction. Then Ali lifted my baby t-shirt, which was so tight my tits came bouncing out softly like small melons.

“Ohhh, your tits are so lovely,” she said. “Aren’t they, David?”

I looked towards him and his face was almost terrifying with its look of primal lust. He was softly rubbing his crotch through the soft black fabric of his robe.

“May I taste them?” Ali asked.

My silence was assent enough. She took her mouth and enclosed it over one of my nipples, flicking her tongue over the rapidly hardening lump of flesh. She bit softly and my body heaved in response. Then she enclosed my whole nipple and areola in her mouth, sucking hard. She repeated this with my other agonized breast.

I had already begun to moan. Ali stopped her worshiping of my tits and began to pull, agonizingly slowly, down my pink gym shorts and slide them to the carpet. I was on fire and realized too late I never wore panties to bed.

Cold air hit my exposed pussy, which I kept clean shaven. The both of them made a sighing sort of “Oh” sound. Ali had begun to reach her hand down towards my pussy, taking her fingers and rubbing softly between my slick, swollen lips.

I was whimpering by then.

“Now, now, one must be patient,” David said huskily from across the room. “You must be punished first by making us wait so long to have you. Come here and let me put you over my knee.”

I did as I was commanded. I felt like some pliant doll and could feel his hard leg under me as he steadied me with his hand. “Tell me you want it because I know you do. You want to be punished. Say it for me.”

I could barely breathe.

“Say it, Evie,” his voice seemed hoarse.

“Yes, p-please, I want it!”

“Look into the mirror while I spank you.”

I hadn’t noticed before the twin set of elongated mirrors that framed the opposite walls of the living room. I readied myself, my pussy tingling from being exposed for his sight. The reflection of my own nakedness, combined with my long white socks and tennies, was intoxicating me. David started to squeeze the soft flesh of my ass, wriggling it a little, pulling my cheeks wide to gaze openly at my pussy and anus.

“Oh, so beautiful,” he whispered. “Don’t you think so, Ali?”

“Most gorgeous pussy and asshole I’ve ever seen.”

David seemed to shudder against me. “One taste, just one...”

He spread my ass cheeks and dipped his tongue into the darkness between my thighs. He was actually licking and biting me there, there, a place I thought no one would ever touch.  

“So sweet,” he breathed. “Now Evie, look in the mirror. I want you to see yourself being punished.”

It was all a blur except David’s raised hand hanging in the air. In what seemed like an eternity of agony I suddenly saw that hand swoop down on my ass, and it stung sharply, and oh the sting... It seemed the pain of the spanking, the pulsing stinging of my flesh, then the sweet blossoming of pink, was connected to the waves of throbbing lust deep inside me. He spanked me again and again, and my eyes were rolling back inside my head with the pain-laced pleasure. I thought I was close to cumming.

But suddenly he stopped. “What do you want, Evie? I know you want something. I can see it in those big, beautiful green eyes of yours. Just like the sea... An ocean of wanting.”

My voice faltered. “Let me suck you. Please,” I heard myself utter.

He stood up and let his robe fall to the floor. His perfect, thick erect cock, wider at the base, made me want to scream out with yearning. “On your knees,” he commanded again, but this time his voice seemed to suggest he was losing control.

Oh, David’s voice commanding me, piercing me. I wanted to consume every part of him. I swirled my tongue around his balls, taking them softly into my mouth, raking my nails softly up and underneath the taut curves of his beautiful ass. I relished the taste of him on my tongue, his scent in my nostrils, sandalwood and the sweet clean smell of his cock. It wasn’t sex but a religious experience for me. I caressed his cock against my face, smoothing the silky head over my lips as if I were glossing them. All the while weighing his balls in the palm of my hand and squeezing and massaging them gently. But I was impatient and hungry. In one fell swoop I swallowed his entire length, feeling the head hit the back of my throat, and I moaned. I repeated this again and again...

“Ali, where are you?” David said chokingly from somewhere far away. Ali soon joined in, and we both held his cock in our hands... Ali took a long slow lick up his balls and shaft, then pumped him into her mouth. Then she handed me his cock and I did the same, trying to swirl my tongue in his tiny urethra and flicking my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. I jacked him off hard as I sucked him brutally.

I looked up to see David’s face haunted with the brutal clarity of crazed lust. He was biting his lower lip and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He put his hands in my hair and tugged gently, moving me up and down upon him. “Oh fuck Evie, you’re so good at this...”

“Oh yes, suck that cock, Evie, suck my boyfriend’s hot throbbing dick...” Ali moaned. As I continued sucking David hungrily she cupped one of my tits in her hand and lowered her head to bite and suck at my nipples again. I thought I would go mad from the pleasure.

“Mmmm yeah, suck her tits, baby,” David crooned. “Now I’m going to fuck you, Evie, while you eat my girlfriend’s wet pussy.”

I left David’s delectable dick and began to play with Ali’s tits for a while, licking and sucking on them through the thin lace. Her nipples were hard and jutting where the wet places were from my sucking. She was whimpering now, too, and suddenly she took her fingers and ripped a small, jagged slit in the crotch of her body stocking. “Suck me.” She sounded desperate. And I began to feel sexy and  powerful when I let my head fall slowly and spread the wet folds of her pussy with my fingers and begin to lick and nibble at her hard, swollen clit.

“Evie, lay on your side,” David commanded once more. At each command of his my cunt seemed to ooze more wetness. I did as instructed, and David lay behind me, lifting my leg. He started teasing me with the smooth head of his cock, rubbing it in my juices then over my aching clit. “Watch it go in and out of you.” He had taken that mouthwatering dick and was pushing the head in with slow torture, easing out, then inserting the head again. Finally with his hand he pushed deep into me. “Oh god, so tight, so tight and wet...” After fucking me slow and steady for some minutes, he pulled out and said, “I want you to taste yourself. Suck my cock soaked in your own pussy juice.”

I did so, lost in the musty, sultry taste of my own body.

The rest of the night was too surreal for me to quite remember all of it. I know at some point David ended up on his back, Ali sitting and grinding on his face while he slurped away at her drenched cunt, and I turned away from Ali and David, squeezing my tits together and riding Ali’s boyfriend’s heavenly cock. We were all moaning in unison by that time. Sounds of sex filled the room, lust-filled voices, the wet smacking sounds of pleasure.

“Ali,” David croaked out between licks at Ali’s pussy. “Put Evie on all fours now.”

She lifted herself from his face and positioned me for his viewing. I was scared, but curious and excited.

He raised himself and spit into my asshole and used the lubrication to rub my delicate flesh there, pushing and prodding. Soon I felt his cock at the entrance, impaling me slowly, and the rush of pleasure was almost unbearable, I couldn’t believe how good it felt, almost better than even his dick deep in my cunt. He pulled my head up by my hair, firmly yet gently, bringing my mouth to his while our tongues flicked against each other in a hot, sensual dance, he pushing and pulling slowly into my tight puckered ass.

“Oh god, so good, Evie... Ali, I need your pussy now.”

Ali climbed upon his erect dick, placing it between the wide slit that framed the lips of that gorgeous, glistening pussy. David started to fuck her and I could see Ali’s soft petals of lips taking his cock, her tight hole growing bigger than smaller to the in- and out- movement of his dick, which seemed a purple hue now. I was fascinated; with one hand I began to slap my own hand hard at my swollen, oozing cunt, just like the girls in the porn movies, and I rubbed and pumped the glistening stalk of David’s shaft whenever it emerged from deep inside Ali... She was screaming and cumming already, I could see her squirting all over David’s dick, and David was gritting his teeth and moaning and finally losing all control as he pumped her hard, shoving his length inside her to the hilt, withdrawing and shoving it back in with even more force...

“I’m going to cum... Oh fuck I’m going to cum so hard,” he moaned almost maniacally. “Evie, I want to cum in your pussy...” He let go softly of Ali and pushed me on my back against the chaise, pumping me hard and fast, my back digging into the carved mahogany and as soon as I cried out my pussy exploded in white-hot waves of pleasure and I felt him burst inside me. Afterwards he spread my legs for the mirror and commanded me to watch his thick, creamy essence drip slowly down from my well-loved pussy to my asshole...

He turned to Ali as he still held my legs apart. “Eat it.”

I felt crazed and somewhat disturbed at his raw sensual brutality but watched in almost physical torment as Ali positioned her face between my legs with their high white socks, and I could see her mouth and tongue sopping up the thick pool of David’s still-warm cum collected in my harshly-contracting hole.

Blackness and silence then engulfed us all. It seemed an eternity when we all stirred back to life, our breathing heavy and labored. our broken bodies soaked in sweat and cum. I couldn’t believe how my body still tingled, as if it wasn’t enough, would never be enough...

Suddenly Ali broke the silence. She turned to David and I and with a sly, sultry grin. “Wait, we almost forgot the sugar.”

When she emerged about five seconds later from the kitchen, she handed a canister to me and winked devilishly.

“Potluck next Tuesday?”