My Neighbors, Part 2

The second neighbor was also named Katya, I called her Katya the Cheesecake, because for some reason she always treated me to cheesecakes. She lived in a three-room apartment with her 25-year-old daughter, Lyuda. Both mother and daughter were divorced. But if Katya wasn't looking for a husband, occasionally fucking someone from work without any strings attached, Lyuda was actively searching for a husband. She was attractive, curvy, and would quickly find a candidate for the husband position, bring him home, but for some reason, no one stayed with her for more than two or three months. Katya was surprised by this; it seemed like they were actively having sex in the evenings and nights, so everything was fine in that regard,

and she asked one of Lyuda's recent ex-husbands what was wrong. "Well, your daughter is insatiable, she's not herself until she's fucked, she doesn't need one husband, but several at once." Katya told me all this when we were sitting in the kitchen after I replaced the washer in the faucet. We sat, sipping homemade liqueur, naturally snacking on cheesecakes. Katya poured her heart out, saying she wouldn't mind a good fuck either, but where did her daughter get such a voracious appetite? Maybe from her father? That stud never missed a skirt, she turned a blind eye, but once when her best friend stayed over. After her husband fucked Katya, she fell asleep, woke up needing to pee, her husband wasn't there, probably went to pee too. Katya went to the bathroom, and there her husband was fucking her friend doggy-style. She caused a scene and right in the middle of the night kicked both her husband and her friend out. Katya wasn't striking in appearance, an ordinary, unremarkable figure, small tits, a waist that might or might not exist, an ass like any other, men didn't glance twice at her, but when she talked about sex, her face became beautiful, her eyes lit up with fire, and when she walked over to the sink, something snapped in me, I got up, approached her, and lifted her skirt. She turned her head—"Not here, what if my daughter comes out of her room?" She took my hand and led me to her room. We undressed quickly, and soon I was lying on the bed, and she was riding me cowgirl-style, there wasn't even any foreplay from her, she didn't take my cock in her mouth, though after we tried all positions and came vigorously, she thoroughly sucked the remains off me. We lay there, she caressed my balls, I pinched her nipples. Smiling, she declared—"But still, fucking is wonderful, and if you go down on me, that would be the height of bliss." I felt ashamed of my oversight, I pressed my mouth to her pussy and began licking all her folds and clit, enjoying the mixture of her juices and my cum. At first, she lay motionless, then started moving her ass and moaning, not forgetting to stroke my cock. It couldn't last long, my cock gradually got hard again, her pussy got wet again, and I, putting her on all fours, fucked her again. Right in the midst of our passionate fucking, there was a knock on the door and her daughter's voice—"When will you calm down, one would think you're 20 years old, once isn't enough for you." We didn't heed the daughter's demands and brought things to a finish no less spectacular than the first. The rest of the night we slept soundly, and only towards morning did we have tender morning sex. Leaving her apartment in the morning, I ran into the neighbor Katya the Charlotte, she asked me—"Well, whose pussy is better, and did she let you in the ass? Don't be shy, I'm not upset, everyone wants to fuck, just come see me sometimes too." After that, I visited the neighbors in turn. But one day Katya the Cheesecake invited me over, I arrive, and there at the set table sit both Katyas, wearing only panties. I was stunned, and they said—"Don't be scared, we won't torment you too much, Volodya will help you, he hasn't drunk for a month, his cock has started getting hard, he'll shave now and come." Indeed, soon he arrived, all neat and shining. At the table, we only drank juices and finally coffee, not a drop of alcohol. We sat, the ladies started undressing us, when they took off Volodya's underwear, I understood I was the second fiddle, his cock was extraordinary—both thick and long. The evening and well into the night we had a great time, the ladies were satisfied. Moreover, they demonstrated a session of lesbian love to us. Since then, we regularly gathered, both in pairs and all four together. Enthusiast