Neighborhood Sex Club - Book 2
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Chapter 60: Parties
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 60: Parties - Due to the waning sex in their marriages and busy lives, three ‘hot’ neighbors create some sexual challenges, with some requiring people other than their spouses. As the games go on, others besides the three couples join in, forming a Neighborhood Sex Club. Many adventures occur, especially for Melissa, the wildest of the group. Book Two! The sexual challenges, initiated in the first book by Melissa (Mel) and her friends, continue on!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
MEL
I was holding onto the rear fender on the back of a sparkling red Ferrari. Ron had mentioned that the car cost about half-a-million dollars. It was on loan to him for our film from a local vintage car dealer.
I was naked except for my five-inch spike heels that adorned my feet. What I’d been wearing was idly tossed at my feet. My pendulous breasts hung down and were swinging around with the erect nipples featuring prominently in some of the close-ups one of the cameramen liked to take.
Plunging into my contorted little pussy were ten-genuine-glorious-inches of man meat. I was filled, and it felt damned good, too.
We were in front of Paul Prentiss’ mansion in Harbor Bay Estates making a porn movie, and Ron had promised not to give a complete view of the house in any of the final videos. That was easy. We were also going to use the huge pool and patio for part of the filming, too.
According to script, Darius was calling me a lot of unkind names, and in truth, at one time or another I’d probably earned every one of them: slut, cunt, fuck hole, bitch, fuck bunny, twat, cum dumpster, and, of course, whore. My ass was getting sore from his slaps, too. No doubt, but I had a rosy butt.
The two cameramen were dancing around us, making sure they stayed out of each other’s frames. Further away, Margo was watching me with pure fascination written on her face. A few other ‘crew’ were also nearby: sound, lighting, and Patti Arlington, the wedding planner we’d met at Brad and Lisa’s wedding. She had also become Ron’s script girl and general gofer when she wasn’t doing a wedding. She confided that she was also warming up to the idea of being in some of Ron’s videos.
Darius suddenly made about ten large thrusts into my body, most that lifted me up and almost onto the expensive car. He was cumming inside me, big time. When he was through, I got another slap on my ass, and then he extracted as both cameras got a close-up of our decoupling. I immediately started to drip my co-star’s jizz on the cobblestones that made up the turnaround area in front of the august house. Darius walked away. I sagged in place over the car, just as Ron wanted me to do. This was our fourth fuck of the day.
“CUT,” Ron yelled. “Great job everybody. I’m sure we’ve got some quality splits from this afternoon. Cameramen, please back-up immediately.”
Darius came back over to me and embraced me in a warm and affectionate hug, a task difficult to do since I was so short and he was so tall. “Hey, babe. I hope you know that what I did and what I said was all for show – for the video. I think you’re first class all the way.”
He planted a long and tender kiss on my lips, and I did warm up to him yet again. In the movie, I was basically his bimbo. Well, Dixie Sparks was.
Margo came over and passed me a towel and wet washcloth. She also had a container of aloe, which she gave to Darius. He immediately and gently started to rub some of the liquid onto my burning butt cheeks. He apologized again for perhaps being too zealous in my spanking. To tell the truth, I got off on it.
Ron was reviewing some of the last camera footage on a large laptop. He was also dancing around in a happy way. “These are great – absolutely great. The two of you together are the best. These videos may top the charts in every way possible. These will be award winning.”
Darius replied to him, “We do the shit, and you shine it. Come on, I know that the magic is more in the editing than in the acting.”
Ron shook his head. “No, no. You are great actors. Garbage in, garbage out on the editing. What you’ve produced for me is pure gold. No garbage to have to shine up. Just a little organization. The issue is going to be cutting things down to 120 or 90 minutes. I bet I could build a four-hour video from this stuff.
I said, “Why don’t you? Make it a ‘Collector’s Edition’ or something – two- or three-hours’ worth.” I was serious in my suggestion. I’d only seen that done once or twice in the adult industry.
Ron and Darius looked at me like I’d just sprouted a third eye in the middle of my forehead. Ron finally said, “Great idea! I love it. We’re going to do exactly that.” He went back to doing his happy dance.
I found a chair with my little robe on it. The robe left my legs bare, and often flashed my pussy around the set. The crew loved it. I slipped it on but didn’t tie the belt. I liked tantalizing everybody as my robe flopped open and closed.
Margo asked, “Shower?”
“Yeah. Want to join me?”
Margo grinned. “Absolutely.”
The two of us walked back to her front door and went inside. Two minutes later we were in a clutch under the shower sprays.
DAVE
Saturday afternoon, I’d say most of my students showed up, at least to see how one of their professors lived. Word around campus had gotten out that I had four ‘wives’ so I figured there was a prurient curiosity about that, too.
I had downplayed the social event that Charlotte had arranged for me. I perhaps over-emphasized that attendance would not influence grades, and that people should not break other engagements just to come and have a diet cock with me. That said, I had about fifty students show up, with slightly more grad students than undergrads, and more men than women – a good cross-section of my two classes.
Mel was still off shooting her latest porn video in front of the Prentiss mansion. She sent me a pic of the hot car she was supposed to be getting for fucking some corporate mogul and making his empire grow. I think that was the plot or part of it, for the current film she was making.
My hostesses were thus Cindy, Trish, Wendy, and Charlotte. My three ‘wives’ had warmed up to Charlotte when she arrived with the party kit in mid-morning. As it turned out we’d have a lot of leftovers.
The college crowd thinned out around four-thirty, until finally the only student of mine left was Charlotte. She was racing around doing clean-up of the patio, where the bulk of the party had been held. Beth, my ten-year-old, was helping Charlotte. She came to me and vocally and firmly declared that she liked Charlotte.
Earlier that day, Mel had gone to her Girl’s Saturday Morning Coffee Club at Starbucks in the morning. She’d sold the idea that her co-star Darius should attend our evening orgy. He might be a little fucked out, but would probably be good for a couple of rounds. The more important aspect of his attendance was more having one of the top porn studs in our midst. The women, reportedly, were unanimous and eager about his attendance.
Based on that, I asked my ‘wives’ what they thought of having Charlotte stay to play. They liked the idea and were sure that the others would like her, too. It wasn’t the full complement of women, but I figured in this case it would be easier to get forgiveness than permission. Besides Charlotte was a babe.
I guess that I made Charlotte’s weekend. As she put the last of some empty soda cans in a bag for recycling, I took hold of her wrist to turn her to me. “Charlotte, relax. You did a great job making this happen.” I hugged her.
She said in a conciliatory tone, “I really wanted to please you. I ... errr ... I really like you – a lot. And Cindy, Trish, and Wendy are great, too. We’re going to get together again soon just to be new buddies. I think they like me. I also heard what your daughter said about me. Beth is so cute, and she’s going to be a knockout in a few years.”
“Did you tell the trio your relationship with Mike?”
“Yes. I also got a huge charge out of seeing where some of the parties that he’d talked about took place. They obviously love Mike and think he walks on water. I sensed some hero worship there. That’s good by me. I love him, too.”
“As your reward, would you like to stick around and go to the evening party with us – with me. I’ll be your sponsor if anybody asks why you’re here, but I don’t think you’ll need one. You make friends easily and can glide into a conversation with relative strangers with no difficulty.”
Charlotte’s jaw dropped open. “You mean ... for real ... one of your sex parties? Tonight?” Her voice just dripped with enthusiasm.
“More that they’re a weekly opportunity for us to connect with friends and lovers, and also welcome new ones. There’ll be a lot of love there – yes, and sex. I want to emphasize that you do NOT have to participate in the sex. You can leave or watch or...”
About one microsecond later, I had a hot ash blonde in my arms with her lips plastered against mine. Her barely clad pussy was nearly soldered against my tumescent cock, separate only by the thin layers of material.
Charlotte kissed nice, and so I drifted along with that. We did that a few times. I started to wonder just how close to the line I was getting. As we broke apart, I noted that Wendy was a few feet away laughing as she cleaned table tops.
I teased Charlotte, “I take it that you accept the invitation?”
She nodded, “Oh, yes, yes, thank you. I’ve wanted to do this for years – since Mike started to attend your functions. I was in school out of state, so couldn’t be here like this. Now, this is my dream come true. Being able to be with you would be perfect, but I know that you and I have to cool it for another two weeks. I won’t tease you any more than I already have. Just to admit it, I really got off flashing you my pussy.”