Breeding the Neighbors

Chris woke up the next day to the warmth of both women cuddling up to him. Looking over, he found Bailey on his left, her bright blond hair covering her girlish features while her naked body seemed to curl against him. Melinda, on the other hand, had her back to him, her ass pushed up against his leg and seemed to be grinding lightly.

Blowing her dirty blond hair out of his face, he also discovered that he was being pinned in place. Melinda easily kept a firm grip of his arm and used it a safety bar to keep herself in place, his hand resting on her athletically toned abs. Bailey used his other arm, more like a body length pillow by comparison. She nestled her breasts around his bicep kept her lips to his skin like she'd been tasting him all night.

Just as he was getting comfortable in this new sleeping arrangement though, the morning was destroyed the way it usually always is. The clock on the nightstand blared to life, the sound of a radio host hollared out the time of morning and roused both women from their slumber.

"Morning," said Chris, feeling the tingling sensation in both arms as the blood flow returned to his digits. Both women mumbled something that sounded like a greeting before they both made their way to either the bathroom or kitchen.

He couldn't blame them honestly. They were all night owls and the beginning of the day was always the hardest. Gathering his clothes, he began to get dressed before he was confronted at the bedroom door. The sight of the beautiful Bailey was intensified by the aroma of three mugs of coffee.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked, a look of amusement and even a hint of lust in her voice. "You still have a lot of work to do today." Her wife, just as naked, merely passed by, kissed Bailey, and took her cup.

"Relax," Chris chided with a smile, grabbing his keys and wallet from the bedside table and pocketing them. "Just going to get some breakfast, take a quick shower and I'll be back before your wife can make you cum again."

"Don't make challenges you know you can't win," warned Melinda, grabbing the large black and red strap on and wagging it at him accusingly. "You've seen what I can do with this woman. And now you know how easy she is to please."

"Hey," Bailey exclaimed, a look of indignance on her face at the mention of her climaxes, "I'm sorry, I was being railed by two amazing cocks at the same time last night, remember? How about I fuck your ass with that toy and see how long you can last."

The lustful smile reappeared on Melinda's lips as she bit her bottom lip. "I'll take that bet."

Chris was still in shock by the way these ladies not only spoke to each other, but the fact that he was now in the middle of it all. But he shook his head lightly before walking up and hugging Bailey tightly and kissing her forehead. "I'll be back in about an hour at most with food. I promise."

The playful look in her eyes seemed to change to, what could only be called, a submissive understanding. She blushed lightly at the kiss before nodding her head. "Fine, but bring me back-"

"Something vegan, I know. And something meaty and greasy for your wife." Chris rolled his eyes lightly as he shook his head, "Honestly, how the hell you two share a meal boggles the mind."

An hour passed as Chris showered, shaved and groomed himself before grabbing some breakfast and driving back to the house. Bag in hand, he fumbled with his keys and cursed himself before a second hand appeared to pick them up.

"Hey Chris," came the voice of the neighborhood douche-bro, Tim. "You should have heard those hot lesbian girls last night. I could hear them two houses down going at it like fucking champs."

Tim was what an athlete would look like if they didn't make it professionally. Tall, somewhat muscular and even handsome to most. But that's where his charisma peaked since his humor and insight were grating on the nerves to most.

Sighing loudly, Chris closed his eyes and mentally counted to five before answering, "morning Tim. And we talked about this. Just because you can hear it-"

"Doesn't mean I should discuss it with others, yeah yeah, I know. But come on, a scream like that in the middle of the night?" The smile on his face grew wider as he leaned in and scoffed, "bet it was Brenda topping Maria."

The sad part is, the image rolled through Chris's mind as he imagined the roles reversed bergen the ladies last night. But before he could go any further, he reached out and took the keys from Tim and began walking away.

"It's, Bailey and Melinda, Firstly. Secondly, get a girlfriend Tim. The faster you get laid, the less annoying you might be." Making his way to the door, he didn't even listen to his retort before tuning him out completely.

"About time," growled Melinda as she snatched the bag from him and made her way to the kitchen. She had dressed herself at least when she answered the door in a pink sports bra and black gym shorts. "I was fucking starving."

"That's for all the of us by the way," Chris called after her, annoyance obviously carried over from his conversation, "stay away from my breakfast burrito!"

"No promises," she called back from the other room as the sound of a ripping paper bag echoed on the tile wall. "No salsa, seriously?"

"Be grateful he got us anything," came Bailey's voice as she passed her lover, swatting her on the ass roughly before smiling at him. "Now," she whispered lustfully, her still naked body glistening with shower water as she wrapped her arms around him, "where were we?"

Laughing lightly, Chris couldn't help but reach down and scoop the beauty into his arms and walking into the kitchen with her. Stopping at a feral looking Melinda, he smiled confidently and casually advised, "I'm going to go fuck your wife now. Join us when you can."

Melinda, halfway through eating his burrito, simply rolled her eyes and nodded, her mouth too full to speak. Bailey giggled loudly before kissing his neck, running her hands through his hair as she was carried back to the mattress.

"I want to be on top again," she suddenly ordered, just as he was about to lay her down. Her expression was firm, but her eyes radiated the gleam of curiosity. Chris, never being one to deny a woman in bed, simply turned over and fell on to the sheets.

The squeals of excitement filled the room all over again as she rode him down, but instead of moving up, she scooted down his body and began to pull his pants off. Freeing his now fully erect cock, she gripped it firmly in her hand before running a single, long lick up his shaft.

"Oh, fuck," breathed Chris, laying into the pillow as the beautiful blond began her work. Starting at his tip, she rolled her tongue over his entrance and teased it playfully, her hand stroking him slowly. Her moans matched his own as she brought her fingers to her own sex and began to play with her clit.

As her arousal began to build, so did her intensity as she pushed further down on his dick, slurping loudly as she had begun to bob in rhythm to her fingers sliding within her.

Chris couldn't help but reach down to her hair, gripping her golden locks and guiding her further, hitting the back of her throat with each moment. When he released her, she gasped for breath and laughed her melodious tone. "Fucking again. I didn't know how much I could take until you forced me to do it."

With that encouragement, he gripped her hair once more and began his fierce use of her throat. The room filled with her choking and gagging as she allowed him to use her mouth in ways she'd never had.

"Fuck that's hot," Melinda whispered from the door, watching the show with her hand down the front of her gym shorts. "I didn't know you had no gag reflex Baby."

"Neither did I," gasped Bailey, breathing deeply as her chin and breasts dripped slightly in her own spit. "Give you any ideas?"

"Just one," Melinda quipped, pulling her bottoms down and straddling over Chris's face, "let's see if you can make me cum before you pass out."

Before he could answer, she sat down and began to ride his mouth in slow thrusts. Chris, never one to back down from a challenge, reached up and gripped her thighs to hold her in place as his tongue began its mission. Rolling across her clit, his nose buried within her pussy, he held his breath until he felt his manhood being sucked again.

Melinda, now fully nude, gripped Bailey by the hair and began to force her down harder than ever. The way she guided her wife was rougher than Chris's use of her, but she heard no complaints as Bailey caught her breath.

"Fuck, I'm going to..." began Melinda, grinding on his face faster as her eyes glazed over lustfully, pulling Bailey in and kissing the saliva covered woman.

"Cum for me Baby," came Bailey's whispers, moving down to her wife's pierced breasts and sucking them hungrily, nibbling at the bars until she heard the chorus of climax filling the house.

As the sensitivity became too much, she leaned forward to a now nearly asphixiated Chris, his face covered in Melinda's juices and red from a lack of air. But he made no complaints as the tomboy lay on top of him, still shaking.

He lay there, basking in the glow of his accomplishment as Bailey began to kiss his lips greedily. The taste of her wife was like nectar to her taste buds and she savored every drop she could get. Pulling back after a few moments, her bubbly voice came back with a cheerful, "my turn."

A brief tussling of limbs later and he had Bailey hovering over him. His eyes took in her body, the curve of her ass, the arousal of her pussy, the heat radiating from her, before he took a deep breath and let her fall onto him.

His tongue slid within her, stretching her wide as his hand snuck to her clit to make her squeal in surprise. As he began to pleasure her, his cock was immediately hot and warm as Melinda slid herself onto him. The moans intensified as both voices rang out together in harmony while both women began to grind.

"Fuck, you weren't joking when you said real dick was different," exclaimed Melinda, pulling her hips up and then slamming herself back down. Bailey, on the other hand, was speechless as she reached out and balanced herself with her wife's help.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex for a full ten minutes after that. The moaning of Melinda, mixed with the loud squeaking of Bailey. The sounds of sloppy kisses as the women made out, mixed with the springs of the mattress.

Finally, after Bailey's third climax, she rolled off of him and inhaled long, harsh breaths. "Holy fuck, fuck, fuck," Screamed Melinda before dragging her nails across Chris's chest and letting out an earth shattering roar, her pussy clenching him tightly as her entire form shuddered.

As her climax subsided, she pulled herself free and lay down next to him on his other side. "How... are you... still hard?" She asked between gulps of air. "Guys are supposed to only last a few fucking minutes."

"And lesbians aren't supposed to enjoy real dick," retorted Chris, laughing at the insinuation. "To be fair though, I'm actually really close to cumming, so unless you want to wait an hour Bailey, I suggest you ride me the rest of the way."

Like a woman on a mission, Bailey dragged herself up and straddled his waist. The look of determination on her face told him that despite her lack of energy, she wanted this. Sliding herself back down, she melted onto him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she began to bounce.

"Fucking cum inside of me Chris," she began, a mantra pouring from her lips as she leaned back and allowed him to watch her breasts bounce in time to her thrusts. "Pump every drop out of your balls and fucking breed me. I want your fucking baby, I need you to fill my pussy with everything you fucking have."

Her words began to get more vulgar as she started to almost growl her intent, he eyes more manic as she rocked faster and rougher on his cock. Her ass began to clap against his thighs as she rode him and he knew that it wouldn't take much longer.

Gripping her hips, he finally thrust up into her and finished, blasting every shot he had held back to fill her womb until he could feel it starting to over fill. He couldn't tell what was happening until he heard it. Looking down, Melinda had snuck up behind Bailey and attacked her clit and nipples from behind.

"Fucking cum on his dick you sexy whore," she whispered in her wife's ears, nibbling on her ear lobe and causing her lover to hit the high pitched silent scream from before. "Milk that cock like a cum addicted slut. Squeeze him fucking dry."

Chris watched as the now fully spent woman shook violently from the attack and actually slipped off his cock to land next to him. Her body trembled from the way she was used, but the smile on her lips told him everything he needed.

Returning to his shaft, Melinda sucked and cleaned him without a word. Every drop of his cum, every sign of their juices was gone. But that smile never disappeared. "Consider this the only win you'll ever have in this household."