Blackmailing The Neighbour

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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I am Mike aged nineteen and my sister Ellen is eighteen. We both still live at home and tonight was one of Mum and Dad's legendary parties. People come from all over, some people we know, many we don't. There is a lot of alcohol drunk and weed smoked, people become very drunk or stoned and then they do stuff. What happens at the party, stays at the party.

The only rule is 'No Damage'. Make of that what you will. Is it don't damage people, or don't damage property, or is it both?

Me and Ellen do try to keep out of the way, but our bedrooms are out of bounds to us until everyone has gone home, God only knows what state our beds will be in when we finally get there. Ellen and I have hidden sleeping bags in our wardrobes, hopefully they will be something we can sleep in until we can do laundry tomorrow.

The party was swinging, I noticed Dad disappear with Mrs Jones from over the road, I can guess why. What happens at the Party...

Mum was throwing wine down her neck all evening and was getting more and more unsteady on her feet. I wouldn't say that Mum was a drunk, no, but when she drank, she got drunk, very drunk. At about 2AM she was barely able to stand.

"Come on Mum," I said, "let's get you sorted." I held her under the arms and helped her upstairs into her bedroom. I undid her cocktail dress and slipped it off her and laid her down on her side on the bed. Nice underwear I thought. I left Mum and went back down. A few guests had left, but it wasn't near the official end time of 5AM yet.

That time was chosen as it was near the shift changeover for the police, and your chances of being stopped between 5 and 6.30 were slim, unless you were doing something ridiculously stupid. No one was allowed to stay, if they were too drunk to drive, then the rules were, you got an Uber, or walked.

About half an hour after I had taken Mum up, I went to check on her, make sure she hadn't vomited or something. I quietly opened the door so as not to disturb her. I was puzzled as there was someone at her bedside. I realised it was Mr Viaggi from next door. He was pulling Mum's knickers down. Interesting. It seems he had also rolled her onto her back.

I took my phone out and started recording, the camera on 5x zoom so everything was in close up. After he had pulled her knickers off, he put them in his pocket, and then started fingering Mum's fanny. Mum was totally out of it. Technically she hadn't consented.

Mr Viaggi then bent forward and licked her fanny before standing up and undoing his trousers. Dropping his trousers and underpants, he got on the bed and between Mum's legs. With a shimmy of his pelvis he was in Mum and shagging her. He didn't last long to be honest, and pulling out he pulled his underpants and trousers up.

His next move took me by surprise, he bent forward and sucked Mum's fanny, perhaps he was just trying to get rid of the evidence, I didn't know. I stopped recording and pulled the door quietly to and went into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard him leave Mum and Dad's room. I flushed the loo and then went back to Mum's room. I rolled her onto her side and placed her robe over her and stood back.

I moved the robe again and I did have a good ogle at her fanny, and got my phone out and recorded her fanny, moving her lips apart for a good close up view. You don't get opportunities like this every day. I replaced the robe and left.

Well now, what to do about this I wondered. I had seen that Mrs Viaggi had disappeared a few times with various male guests, but the only time I had seen Mr Viaggi disappear was when he was up with Mum. Eventually over the next two hours all the guests went.

"Seen your Mum, Mike?" Dad asked.

"She is in bed Dad."

"Oh, okay."

"I took her up around 2. I slipped her dress off and laid her on her side. She wasn't wearing knickers, so I draped a robe over her for decency."

"Oh, good man, thank you. Right that is everyone gone, I am going up, I suggest you do the same."

"Yes Dad." Ellen had already gone up, I tapped on her door and when she said yes, I poked my head in.

"Everyone has gone now Sis, I am turning in, it is safe now."

"Thanks Bro, it got a bit wild."

"I know, good night."

In my room I stripped all the bedding off my bed and took it to the bathroom and put it in the bath. I took the sleeping bag and my pillows from my wardrobe and a sock from my drawer and got into my sleeping bag, fluffing up a pillow under my neck.

I brought up the video I had taken of Mr Viaggi and watched, my dick getting harder and harder, and when he was shagging Mum, I could hold back no longer. I slipped the sock over my cock and wanked hard for all I was worth. I could feel my balls tighten, I could feel the little pinch deep inside and knew I was about to fill my sock.

My dick erupted spraying my spunk inside my sock, and not my sleeping bag. I used the sock to clean my dick and put my phone on charge and the sock on the floor. I went to sleep with images of Mum being shagged in my brain.

In the morning, I surfaced at around ten. I unzipped my sleeping bag and padded across to the bathroom, my hard on leading the way. I didn't care if anyone else was up, there was never anything said about nudity upstairs, we just had to be decent downstairs. I had seen Mum and Dad shagging many times, and even Ellen and a boyfriend a couple of times.

I emptied my bladder and went back and put some clothes on and grabbed my bedding from the bath and took it downstairs and shoved it all in the machine, put a couple of laundry sheets in and set the machine to a hot wash. Ha suckers, I was first, I would have fresh bedding tonight.

"Morning Mike," Mum said looking a little the worst for wear.

"Morning Mum, how is your head?"

"Not as bad as it could be," she said. "Did you take me up, I have a vague recollection of that."

"Yes Mum, I took your dress off and put it on the chair on your side of the bed. You didn't have any knickers on, so I draped your robe over you, just in case anyone went in your room.

"Thank you baby, wonder what happened to my knickers."

"Can't help you with that Mum." Well, obviously I could, I knew exactly where they were, but I couldn't tell Mum.

Mum shrugged and turned to the washing machine which had just finished filling.

'Oh, is that your bedding Mike?" she asked.

"Yes Mum, I thought I would get the first load going, it's ninety minute wash."

"Okay, yeah, the machine will get used a lot today."

"Indeed Mum, indeed."

There was a bag of rubbish by the back door. I picked it up and went out of the front door to put it in the wheelie bin. As I walked to the bin, I saw Mr Viaggi putting a small bag of rubbish in his bin.

"Good morning" I called.

"Hello Mike," he replied. I walked over to him.

"Mr Viaggi, I need to ask you a favour."

"What's that Mike," he asked, his face still smiling.

"Well, I will need Mum's knickers back, and then I need for you to arrange for me to fuck your wife, fanny and arse and also a blow job."

"What, you cheeky bastard, fuck off."

I pressed play on the video and put my phone in front of his face. He trembled.

"I can show this to my dad, he will knock seven bales of shit out of you. You know what I want."

"Fucking bastard, she'll never agree to that."

"You better find a way, otherwise I'm posting this on Pornhub. Then I will take a copy of the link and send it to Dad. He will recognise you and I would imagine that he will break your balls and your legs and your arms. He will probably tell your wife too."

"Wait, wait, I can't go in now and say it, it will take me a time to arrange it."

"I'll come around tomorrow morning and I expect a blow job and a shag."

I knew he couldn't just expect his wife to simply give me a blow job and a shag without just cause, not my problem. Back in the house, Mum commented that I had been a long time, I explained that I bumped into Mr Viaggi next door and we talked a little about the party.

"Did he have a good time sweetheart?"

"Yes Mum, he said that you were the perfect hostess."

I went upstairs and tapped on Ellen's door, she called me in, she was still in her sleeping bag. I said, "hang on," and I went into my room and grabbed my sleeping bag and pillows and then went back.

"Did you get any action last night?" I asked her as I settled next to her?

"Nah, they were all too old for me."

"Old, maybe, but they all have a dick or a fanny and some of the oldies have tremendous experience and skills."

"Yeah, but, anyone older than thirty is too old for me. I like youth."

"I am not so fussy. I am hoping to nail Mrs Viaggi next door. Her husband is going to arrange it."

"Why would he do that."

"This is why," I said and played her the video I took of Mr Viaggi basically abusing Mum.

"Shit, that's heavy. She definitely didn't know or consent?"

"Nope, and when she came down this morning, she had no idea what had happened, not an inkling."

"Wow. That was a bit hot though," Ellen said, and I could tell she had her fingers in her fanny.

"I can help, if you would like," I said.

"Thanks, but no, I am a bit groggy still."

"Okay Sis, well the offer is there."

"I know."

I lay back and dozed and before I knew it, Mum was calling us for lunch. What to do about Mr Viaggi was the question, what to do. My washing was out of the machine and on the heated airer, another load was in, probably Mum and Dad's, I hadn't seen Ellen take hers down yet.

The following morning, Mum and Ellen went to Grans, and Dad went to work, so I popped round to next door and knocked on their door. She answered.

"Oh, hi Mrs V, is hubby around."

"Yes, I'll get him for you."

I stood on their porch and waited for him to appear.

"I can't do it just like that."

"Not my problem," I said, "I want a blow job and a shag. And I want Mum's knickers back."

She is not ready, not yet."

"Your time is running out. I shall go and publish."

"Wait, stop, she will do it, she is getting used to the idea, but not yet, how about if I do it?"

"You do what?"

"Give you a blow job."

Well, I am not knowingly gay or Bi, but a mouth is a mouth, it might work.

"Where?"

"Is anyone in at your house?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll be round in a few minutes and suck your dick."

I went back home, how bizarre, I wondered if he liked the last of cum, after all, he was sucking Mum's fanny after he had deposited a load in there. There was a tap on the door, I opened it and invited him in.

I stood before him in the kitchen and undid my trousers and lowered them, it was over to him now.

He knelt before me, just like a girl would, he held my balls, and sucked my dick into his mouth. He was running his tongue around the rim of my glans, his hand wanking me, my foreskin going back and forth. It was okay, but to be honest, Ellen was a much better cock sucker than he was.

"Get up and take your trousers down," I said.

"Why?"

"Because I want a shag, and your is the only available hole."

"I, er, no, I don't want that."

"Okay, in that case, you leave and I will show Dad what I found on porn hub."

"No, No, okay," he said unbuckling his trousers and leaning forward over the back of a chair.

Now, I reckon an arse is an arse, I didn't expect his to be any different to my sisters, or any of the girls I have shagged in the nethers. I pressed against his sphincter, not relenting, and eventually his arse popped, and my dick was in.

His arse was tight, I didn't care, I was going to get my rocks off, I didn't care if it hurt him, he shouldn't have done what he did to my Mum, this was payback. He was grunting as I shagged, my dick sliding fully inside his arse, my balls rattling off his buttocks, his arse getting a little bit looser as I shagged it.

It wasn't what I wanted, I wanted a woman's fanny, mouth and arse, not a mans. I went harder and faster, really pounding into him, is this what he wanted? Well, I doubted he would enjoy the experience, I certainly wasn't being gentle.

My balls twitched and I unload in his arse, at least three pulses of spunk. My dick slipped out and hung there softening and dripping.

"Clean it," I said as I pulled him round to face my dick.

Without hesitation he sucked my dick into his mouth, I closed my eyes, trying to imagine it was a woman, but I couldn't, I knew it was my male neighbour. I splurged a load down his throat, disgusted a little that he had enjoyed it so much.

"Get out," I said, "Next time it better be your wife of I am sending the video to Dad."

I don't know why, I just felt unclean, not so much dirty, just unclean. I went upstairs and showered, giving myself a good scrubbing in my groin. I was just rubbing myself dry when the front door knocked.

I wrapped the towel around me and went downstairs and opened the door. It was Mrs Viaggi.

"Oh, hello Mrs V." I said.

"Call me Selma. My husband tells me that you missed me at the party."

"Would you like to come in Selma?"

"Yes please."

She walked in and I shut the door behind her.

"What exactly did you miss Mike?"

"Oh I would have loved to have gone somewhere private with you, even, perhaps back to your empty house."

"Oh, I see, and what would you have done if we had been somewhere private?"

"Made you scream Selma, made you scream."

She stepped forward and pulled at my towel which came undone and fell, my hardening dick rising to the occasion.

"Well now, it looks as if I missed you too. Shall we go upstairs?"

I led the way into my bedroom, glad that I had tidied my bed when I got up this morning. In my room Selma undid the catch at the back of her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. She was wearing a lacy blue underwired bra and a matching thong.

"Oh, now that is very nice," I commented, my dick now rock hard and pointing at the ceiling. I put my arms around her and undid the catch on her bra, allowing it to fall forward and drop to the floor. I knelt in front of her and pulled her thing down, scrunching it up and as I stared into her eyes, I put her thong to my nose and inhaled.

"Oh that is lovely," she said and then she gasped as my tongue ran along her crease. Her hair was trimmed and was only above her fanny, it and the surroundings were bare, I loved that, I'm not into dental floss when I orally shag a woman.

As my tongue moved up and down her crease her inner lips folded around my tongue as if they were caressing it. I circled her entrance with two fingers, she gasped, and as my tongue found her clit, my fingers pushed past her entrance, through her opening and was deep inside her hot wet fanny. She was sure ready for this.

I finger fucked her, I licked, sucked and chewed on her fanny, her gasps getting more frequent, her fanny squeezing my fingers.

"Jesus Mike," she gasped, "stop already, let's get on your bed, I need your dick inside me."

I leant back and stood, following Selma to my bed. She lay in the middle, her legs apart, her fanny a glistening streak of red calling me. I knelt between her knees and put my arms on the mattress besides her, my dick nudged her crease. Selma reached down and held my dick, sliding it up and down her crease and then positioning me at her entrance.

I flexed my hips a little and I was in, just a little, I paused, and then thrust all the way in, my balls bouncing off her fourchette.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, "Jesus, where have you been all my life."

Next door I thought, and I slowly pulled almost all the way out. Now I know I don't have a pornstar dick, but it is also not small, Ellen and others have told me that is is nicely sized, above average but not too big. I like to think I use it well. I suspected that Selma would agree.

I pushed back in again, slowly, feeling my foreskin roll back and my rim scraping along the insides of her fanny, her little bumps and ripples giving texture to my shag. Every woman is different, and Selma felt wonderful, I wished I had shagged her a long time ago.

I pulled back again and then pressed in, out, in, a steady rhythm, my deck pressing at the end of her fanny, and then back out to her opening, my foreskin covering the end of my dick. I began to go a little faster, each push a little harder, and the slaps of my pubis against her mons echoed around my bedroom, her gasps a delight to hear. I wished I had set my phone onto record, playing back the sounds would make me instantly hard.

"Yes, yes," she gasped as I shagged her harder and harder, my balls were twitching, I knew I was close. Her fanny was squeezing my dick, I was shagging so fast that I could no longer feel my foreskin moving, just the end of her fanny as I pressed onto it.

I pulled back and slid out of her, she gasped, "what, why?"

"Turn over," I said, "onto your knees."

She rolled and rose onto her knees, forearms flat on the bed, her arse and fanny staring at me. I lined up and slid into her fanny, slowly at first and then I increased my pace, my dick pistoning in and out of her. I put my thumb into my mouth and wet it and then pressed it against her sphincter.

She gasped and then as her arse relented and my thumb went in, she almost screamed, it was mostly a high pitched gasp. As my dick pressed into her fanny I pressed my thumb into her arse, synchronised shagging. She started panting, and moaning. I was close, I knew that, and as my balls tightened and I felt that familiar little pinch deep inside, I grunted loudly and my dick erupted.

My balls emptied, filling her fanny, flooding her womb, my breath stuck somewhere in my throat. As I spurted inside her, she went over the edge, her fanny clamped tightly on my dick and she screamed her orgasm loudly around the bedroom. If anyone else had been at home, they would have little doubt as to what was happening.

My softening dick fell from her fanny and I rolled to her side laying on my back.

"Jesus," she said, "I mean just fuck."

"That is just the beginning," I said, "there is more to come, you just have to get me ready."

"Give me a moment," she said, her breath stilted. She slumped down onto the bed, and then rolled to her side, her hand snaking across to hold my dick.

"Doesn't feel like he wants to play anymore."

"Oh I am sure that your mouth can fix that," I said.

She rolled over to me and sucked my dick into her mouth, oh my, that felt so good, hot and wet, my dick soon responded, firming, hardening.

Her hand pulled my foreskin down and her tongue ran around the rim of my glans, pleasures coursed through my body, I knew I would not be able to deal with this for long and I still wanted her arse. I pressed deep into her mouth, my dick jamming against her throat, she gurgled.

I pulled back and knew now was the time.

"On your knees," I said, "as you did before."

"God you've already filled my fanny," she said.

I didn't say anything. I wiped my dick in the spunk dribbling from her fanny and I pushed my dick against her sphincter.

"Oh God," she gasped. "I've never done this."

I kept pressing and then after a moment or two, there was a feeling like a pop and my dick was inside her. I slid all the way in, balls deep. The feeling inside her bowel was totally different to her fanny. Her fanny gripped me all the way along my dick, her arse just gripped my where I entered.