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 while Katya wasn't looking for a husband, occasionally having sex with colleagues without any strings attached, Lyuda was actively searching for a husband. She was attractive, curvaceous, and quickly found candidates for the husband position, bringing them home, but for some reason, none stayed with her for more than two or three months. Katya was surprised by this; it seemed 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 wasn't against fucking either, but why was her daughter such a nymphomaniac? Maybe it was from her father? That stud never missed a skirt; she turned a blind eye to it, but one time her best friend stayed over. After her husband fucked Katya, she fell asleep, woke up needing to pee, her husband wasn't beside her—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 kicked both her husband and her friend out right in the middle of the night. 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 while she rode me cowgirl-style, without any foreplay from her, she didn't suck my dick, 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 started licking all her folds and clit, enjoying the mix of her juices and my cum. At first, she lay still, then started moving her ass and moaning, not forgetting to stroke my dick. It couldn't last long; my dick gradually got hard again, her pussy started flowing once more, and I, putting her in doggy-style, fucked her again. 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 ignored the daughter's demands and brought things to a no less spectacular finish than the first time. 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 do anal? 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 dick started getting hard, he'll shave now and come over." Indeed, soon he arrived, all neat and shining. At the table, we only drank juices and finished with coffee, not a drop of alcohol. We sat, the ladies started undressing us; when they took off Volodya's underwear, I realized I was second best—his dick 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