Bottoms Up

Bottoms Up (Bi)

My neighbor owns a liquor store and he's quite generous which is a great quality in a neighbor.

So I was over there one Friday night drinking as we often did and the bottles just kept emptying into our glasses. Then we would toss it back into our throats declaring, "Bottoms up!"

There were four of us until my wife left, leaving me with Redneck Randy and his wife Lilly the Lush. Not that they ever heard me refer to them by those names.

The three of us had a great time and got totally wasted. They got drunker than me as I intended to go home and screw my wife and didn't want whiskey dick. Then again, my chances at sex with Angela were hit or miss leaning much more heavily toward miss.

So as the night wore on Lilly got crazier and crazier, eventually dancing on the kitchen table before passing out and sleeping right there curled up on her side.

On the other hand, Randy ended up snoring loudly in his recliner.

I finished my last glassful then figured it was time to go home until I noticed that I could see up Lilly's sundress and she wasn't wearing any panties. I wasn't surprised as it seemed like she was always flashing something. Easing back in my chair I poured another one as I leisurely enjoyed the view.

I so wanted to fuck the drunk right then and there but knew better with Randy right in the next room. Speaking to no one I declared for the room to hear, "Bottoms up." and finished yet another one. Then I called out, "Hey, Randy, wake up."

There was no response so I tried again, "Randy! Wake up now." Nothing.

Teetering, I approached the sexy Lilly, tentatively touching her thigh. I ran my hand up her leg until my fingers reached her pussy whereupon I spent a considerable amount of time exploring the folds of her cunt which grew wet even in her present state.

First, smelling my fingers, I then leaned down inhaling deeply before I gave the tantalizing pussy several exploratory licks. It was good and she never stirred so I licked it a lot with broad swipes of my tongue.

I pushed and pulled her body until she was ass up and face down in a beautiful doggy style pose, all while muttering to myself, "Bottoms up." What a beautiful puckered asshole she had. I fingered that too, spitting all over it so I could work one lucky finger inside. With my own wife anything anal was strictly off limits as was too much other stuff. Maybe it would have been with Lilly too.

Massaging her clit vigorously I proceeded to do what I was never allowed at home. Lastly, with passionate tonguing of her backdoor I jerked my straining cock with my free hand until I came with a grunt all over her tiny feet.

Sated, I grabbed a dish drying towel and used it to clean off my cock and her cum-splatted toes. Gently, I laid her body back down, hung the soiled towel back where I'd found it, and let myself out with a self-satisfied smirk.

The following Friday I was invited over again. Randy was even more generous.

Hours later I woke up from my drunken stupor only to find myself hog tied on their kitchen table with my naked butt high up in the air. Struggling in vain I asked, "What the fuck is going on here?"

Randy didn't answer, but he came up behind me and running his fingers up my leg he didn't stop until he was fondling my balls quite nicely. My dick responded as I pleaded for my freedom anyway, "Randy, my wife's gonna be suspicious and come looking for me."

Still massaging and exploring my hanging nuts his only reply was, "Bottoms up." He had to know what I'd done.

"We can talk about this. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."

"We'll be eeven when we're eeven." Unbelievably his next action was to inhale the scent of my sack deeply before slathering all over them with his tongue.

No one had ever done that to me before The feeling was amazing. "Don't you think this is kinda gay?"

Randy never stopped licking my balls, "Gay is when you preefer men. I preefer women. But you have always had a cute bum."

He repositioned me slightly then started fingering my back hole, pushing and prodding before he spat a huge cold splat of spit on it to work what must've been the fattest thumb in the world into my virgin sphincter.

With his left hand he started jerking my hard cock, aiming it straight down toward the table. The next thing I knew his lips were planted firmly on my asshole and the whole table was shaking from the action of his hands jerking both our cocks.

Long minutes went by until with a grunt Randy jammed his tongue into my thoroughly relaxed chute and started shooting great gobs of molten cum onto my feet.

His hand on my cock and the tongue on my bum were too much. I shot my load as well.

Cleaning himself with the dish towel he declared, "There! We're eeven."

When I was untied I grabbed my clothes and ran home naked, only stopping run water from the garden hose over my feet and to get dressed on my own doorstep.

Weeks went by, causing Angela to wonder why I wasn't visiting Randy. I also wasn't getting any at home which was making me miss the side boob Lilly always had showing. So when Randy called and especially when he reminded me that we were even I went next door for the free booze.

True to his word he never plied me with alcohol, just letting me drink what I wanted, and there was no mention of what had happened on the kitchen table.

The most you could say was that when Lilly danced on the table again, he and I exchanged a knowing look. I guessed he wanted to keep it a secret from his wife as much as I wanted to keep it a secret from mine.

Hours later Randy was slumbering soundly in his chair and Lilly was showing off her pussy again passed out on the table.

From the safety of my chair I gazed longingly at her fine rump, toasting her, "Bottoms up, Lilly."

Randy was asleep in his chair. He would never know. Then I wondered how he knew last time. From out in his recliner he could have never seen what happened. Only if he had been in the kitchen with us - which he wasn't.

I sat there for a long while studying every curve of her enticing figure. Eventually, standing, I decided I would just have to be more careful this time. Quieter.

I drooled over her inviting pussy and the thought hit me that I didn't have a cunt. He would be helpless to exact any revenge. Besides, I wouldn't be foolish enough to overdrink ever again. In fact, I just wouldn't go back.

I touched her pussy lips, spreading them with my fingers. Carefully I knelt, licking softly, being sure to make no noise. Not a sound.

I had the upper hand now that I knew the game. I could fuck Randy's wife with impunity. I moved her body so her cunt was right at the edge of the table. The perfect height.

Slowly I got off my knees and lined the head of my anxious dick up with her gash. He knew every little thing I did last time. There must be a camera somewhere.

Feeling smug that I would never be taken advantage of again I tilted my hip to provide the imagined camera a clear view as I rubbed the tip of my cock through her slick cleft. The feeling was sublime! I had to have her.

Then I remembered that she wasn't on any protection. I yanked my leaky cockhead away from that dangerous place, accidentally causing a kitchen chair to skid a couple inches noisily.

Waiting and holding my breath nothing happened.

My cockhead was so close to being inside and her moist lips gliding along my glans had felt incredible. When I pushed on her hip her cunt opened wider. Her perfect butthole also displayed itself so invitingly.

My dick was throbbing so intently I just needed to bury it somewhere and this pink button would be the perfect place. Her butthole looked so tight - and dry. I could never get my fat cock in it, except that right there on the kitchen table next to us was a butter dish - exactly what I needed.

I was so fucking excited smearing butter all over her cute winker. I didn't care if there was a camera, I didn't care that I left finger swipes in the butter. I just had to fuck her, any part of her.

The progress was exceedingly slow for how silently I performed the act of anal sex. Her ass resisted but I was persistent.

Then I was in all the way. Back and forth I eased my lubed log enjoying my first butt fuck all the more for how slow it was.

A mere ten or fifteen tight strokes and I was jetting my cum deep into the recesses of her rectum from where it would never see the light of day.

Tiptoeing, I cleaned her up with paper towels, threw away the butter, grabbed my clothes, and departed quiet as the night I slipped in to.

A couple weeks later he invited me over for more drinking. It was hard to pass up my neighbors free alcohol but I was sure he had either watched the presumed video of me defiling his wife's asshole or knew nothing. It was simple enough to claim Angela wanted me at home. I declined cordially and hung up the phone in complete safety.

Half an hour later Lilly was at the door, "Angela, can Randy steal your husband away for a bit. We'll send him back before you know it?"

Angela agreed readily while I attempted excuses. Lilly took my hand and her skin felt so warm in mine. Angela couldn't see it from further in the house but she had no bra on under her dress (the same one she wore when I'd fucked her ass) and her jiggly side boob called urgently to me. Twice I'd played with her body and I'd not once touched her boobs. Maybe I would touch them tonight.

I convinced myself it would be simple not to over drink. A couple glasses of weak beer and I would head out.

Soon enough, Randy offered me a chilled glass and poured the beer, laughing as he was in such a good mood. There was no way there was a camera or he would be mad.

Lilly drank too much, dropped her sexy dress from her nude body, but trotted off to bed hardly aware what effect she had on me.

I was good: I only had four beers. But the next thing you know I could barely walk. In a drunken stupor I said I had to go home but Randy just held Lilly's discarded dress to my nose, "You can smell her perfume, can't you?"

I could, "It's intoxicating."

He held my arms up, slipping the dress over my head, "This is my favorite dress of hers. Often I like to fuck her in it. Like you did the other day."

"It's not what you think. I never put it in her pussy."

Reaching under the dress I was now wearing he removed my other more manly clothes. He agreed, "Well, not really, right? You were only in the tiniest bit."

I grasped at any hope I could, "Yea, not any important amount at all." He was now massaging my balls and stiffening cock and boy did it feel good.

"How did you know? A camera? Why am I so drunk?"

"I know everything." Then he added, "Everclear in the beer,"

He bent my wrist in some sort of Jujutsu hold and guided me over to the table. He helped me climb up, positioning my body so my ass was right at the edge. "We're gonna like this neighbor. You still have a cute bum and the coy way you've invited me to fuck it is so exciting..."

Randy jerked my cock a few times then pushed on my hip to expose my asshole to his view. "Bee a sport and hand me that butter dish, will ya?"

My hand reached, flailing, but I failed.

A moment later and Randy was smearing oily butter all over and in my ass. "Do you like it, buddy?"

My mouth had a mind of its own, "Yea, it feels great. Those thick fingers of yours are really stretching me good."

I couldn't see his face but I swear I could hear his grin, "These fingers are nothing. Your dick isn't all that thick either." Then I was empty.

Randy crouched down behind me pulling my balls back between my legs so he could suck on them a bit. When he stood up he never let his encircling hand leave imprisoned scrotum. It all felt great!

From nowhere I giggled, "I think you're gay Randy."

His cockhead pressed up against my hole, "You should talk, you're the one in a dress about to get fucked up the ass."

He started to push and there was no way his cock was going to fit. Even drunk out of my mind I tried to scootch away from the offending club. But a strong hand pulling me back by my stretched ball sack stopped me from getting too far.

I screamed, "Wait! It's too big."

He laughed, "What if yours had been too big for Lilly? You never asked. And fair is fair. We've gotta get eeven."

He flipped me onto my stomach and pushed some more, "Fuck that hurts, Randy. And the edge of the table is killing my cock."

"It's only killing it because you're hard as a rock. And you're only hard because you're gay and you like this. And the pain in your ass will go away as soon as you relax."

I stopped squirming, "You think?"

"I know. Let's go over to the couch willingly and we can do what we both want."

I walked slowly toward the couch with his hand on my ass cheek, caressing and propelling me. I whined, "Just cause my cock is hard doesn't mean I want it."

He pointed toward the back of the couch indicating I should bend over it. "I s'pose not neighbor. But you kept on my wife knowing the consequences full well. And you came back into my house knowing I owed you an anal treat. So no more games."

I bent over the couch with my naked ass propped up and ready for him to defile it.

He held a bottle out to me, "Here, try these poppers. It'll help."

A minute later and the head of his cock was making its way into me with his ministrations, "Relax buddy. Just relax."

"You really think I'm gay?"

"Dude! No. I was just foolin'. Would you rather be home fuckin' that hot wife of yours or leanin' o'er my couch?"

"Oh, right. You had me."

"Does it feel good yet?"

I lifted up my head as if that would help me decide, "Yes. Yes it does." Then I dropped my head into my elbows again as I took the strokes that were coming faster and faster. "Does THAT make me gay?"

He stopped pounding me for a minute. "How many times do I have to tell you, and why the fuck don't ya know?"

"But I like this?"

"Good." And he started up abusing my asshole again. "You come over every Friday and do what you want to my wife. Then I do whatever you did to her to you. Deal?"

"What I really want to do to her is get a blowjob. Do you think that could even work with her passed out?"

"What makes you so sure she was passed out? And yea, my little Louisiana slut would be happy to suck your cock."

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