Dorsai - Next Door Neighbor

Robyn and I made love for several minutes as Sandra and Amy took care of each other – we could see where Sandra's tongue was plumbing the depths of Amy's vagina, and how she was able to lap up Amy's ample fluids. We were watching when Sandra suddenly tilted her head back and released a long, low moan as Amy brought her to orgasm – the sight and sound of it was enough to trigger Robyn into her own climax; her vagina clasping at my erection was finally enough to let me join her, firing shot after shot of hot sperm deep inside her.

When the last few drops had left me, I lowered myself to cover Robyn's body with my own, my mostly-erect penis still inside her. She reached up to hug me, then gestured with her head that she wanted to lay on top of ME. Taking her into my arms, I rolled us over, where we bumped against Lucy. With a little maneuvering, Robyn and I got our legs reversed, so that hers were spread and resting outside of mine as I held her in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder.

I looked down, and could see that Amy had her eyes locked on where I was still inside Robyn. With a touch of wonder in her voice, I heard her say "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd have never believed he could get that thing inside them – but he did. It was incredible, watching Sandra take all of him inside her; and now I can see that Robyn can do it, too. It's absolutely amazing."

"What's amazing is that he gave every one of us an orgasm with that *thing* of his – even if he did tease me with it!" Lucy said, slapping my leg in play. Sandra and Amy both laughed, and I could feel Robyn's body shake as she silently joined them.

A moment later, Lucy announced "Doctor, I think the treatment was a success: the patient has recovered. Unfortunately, the staff has died in the process!" – and all of us laughed with her.

Finally, my penis softened enough to pull free of Robyn, uncorking our combined juices and leaving them free to dribble down to soak our pubic hair.

After a minute, Robyn squirmed above me before lifting her head to say "It's nice cuddling like this, but I'm getting just a*little* draft, if you know what I mean!"

Amy announced "I can't imagine WHY", launching all of them into a fit of giggles.

When they'd caught their breath, Amy told us "I'm sorry to say that I don't think my poor tub will hold all of us, but I'm sure it will handle three. I'm starting to feel a little sticky, so if anyone wants to join me, they're welcome."

As she started to get up, Lucy did too, and the two of them headed in to clean off – each other, and together, I imagined. Sandra opted to stay with me and Robyn.

When they got out about fifteen minutes later, Amy told us "If you want to go right in, there's plenty of hot water. There's one REALLY HUGE boiler for all the apartments, and I've never run out."

The three of us thanked her, and Robyn teamed up with Sandra to get me up and moving when I protested having to move. In the bathroom, we found that Amy had made sure there were plenty of towels available; she'd even set a couple out for us before leaving the bathroom. While Robyn and Sandra explored each other, I got the shower started; when the temperature was right, all three of us got in. Sandra and I helped Robyn clean off, then Robyn and I did Sandra. Finally, the two of them gave ME a good going over – and it felt WONDERFUL. I truly regretted it when Sandra finally turned the water off as Robyn opened the shower door. Continuing their pampering, both dried me off, and had me sit on the commode as they went on to dry each other. When we were all ready, I stood up and each of them pulled an arm around so my hand held one of their breasts as they each put an arm around me.

We headed back into the bedroom – only to find no one there. We went on to find them in the living room, sitting at opposite ends of the couch, naked.

I moved to sit in a chair, and Amy quickly grabbed my arm to pull me down between them, then guide Sandra to Lucy's lap, and Robyn to her own. With me seated, Amy and Lucy moved to close any gap, so that both were resting against me.

A few minutes later, Amy asked if anyone was hungry – and getting prompt confirmation from Sandra and Robyn. When she asked what we wanted, each of us answered that about anything would be fine. She suggested spaghetti, and we all readily agreed – it sounded pretty darn good, actually.

Amy eased Robyn onto my lap, then got up to go into the kitchen. We heard her moving around, and Lucy asked if she wanted any help, or if there was anything one of us could do. Amy simply told her that everything was under control, and that what we could do was just sit there and rest. A few minutes later, she reappeared, telling us that the spaghetti was started, and that everything would be ready in ten minutes, or so. She collected kisses from Robyn and Sandra, then disappeared into the kitchen again. A few minutes later, we detected the smell of hot garlic bread, and the first whiff of spaghetti sauce. About the time we were ready to start drooling all over ourselves, she announced that supper was ready – I was last to the table because Lucy used me as a brace to get up herself.

Once we were seated, Amy told us "I'm not much of a religious person, but if you want to say a prayer, you're welcome to."

Before any of the others could tell her that we weren't religious, either, I said "In that case, I'll use an old Boy Sprout prayer. We used it mostly on camping trips, in the winter. Lets you get to the food before it gets cold."

All four of them looked at me as I intoned "Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub. Yay, Lord!" – and reached for some hot garlic bread.

All of them cracked up in response, and dinner was on. With the five of us sitting there naked, it was a pretty casual thing – when spaghetti sauce dripped onto someone, one of the people next to them would lick it off. Considering the company, I think more than a few of the 'spills' were less than accidental.

It was a good thing Amy made as much as she did – all of us filled our bellies, and there was only a single piece of garlic bread left when we were done. Robyn and I both started to reach for it at the same time, but Robyn laughingly gave up when I curled my lip and growled at her. The rest thought it was hysterical, and almost laughed until they cried.

When the food was gone, we all slid our chairs back to finish up the nice wine that Amy provided. When Lucy, Amy, and I started to talk with each other, Robyn and Sandra quietly got up and started to clear the table. Amy tried to protest, but both of them studiously ignored her after telling her that they were happy to do it after the good food. When she looked to us for help, Lucy and I just shrugged.

After a couple minutes, Robyn and Sandra rejoined us. When we'd finished our wine, Amy asked if anyone wanted coffee. Lucy asked if she had any decaf, and Amy assured her she did before getting up and heading into the kitchen; a moment later, we heard a grinding noise, then water being poured. When she came back, Lucy raised an eyebrow, and Amy told us that she preferred the taste of fresh-ground coffee.

She also thanked Sandra and Robyn for loading the dishes into the dishwasher, and putting away the rest of the spaghetti and sauce from the pots.

When we heard the coffeemaker finally burble it's job was done, Lucy and I got up with her to go to the kitchen. A couple moments later, the girls joined us. Amy tried to protest that we were her guests, and I told her "Amy, we're not your guests. We're your*friends*. If I ask you to get me a cup of coffee, I expect to hear you ask me if my arm is broken, or tell me – profanely – to get it myself. Okay?"

She grinned, and nodded, and let us pour our own damn coffee before we all headed into the living room. This time, Robyn shared my and Lucy's lap while Sandra filled Amy's. Robyn and Sandra listened as Amy, Lucy, and I continued the conversation we'd been having in the kitchen, but every so often, one of them would speak up to add something to what one of the rest of us was saying.