Yesterday I had met our new neighbors for the first time. As they were moving in, I had walked out and introduced myself.

There were three people standing on the sidewalk, who I presumed were the new owners. The man was directing the movers as to which room to place the offloaded items. A woman and a teenage girl were watching and looked totally bored with the proceedings.

Sauntering over to the trio, I introduced myself. The man in heavily accented English gruffly bid me a good day and went back to directing the traffic into the house.

The woman smiled at me and extended her hand. “You will have to excuse Sergei,” she said, “He’s not used to having this type of efficiency and feels he has to tell everybody what to do. My name is, Olga, and this is Natasha, our adopted daughter.”

“I presume by your names that you are Russian. My name is Robert and I live next door. If there’s something I can do to help you please do not hesitate to ask.”

“Spasiba, thank you so much, Robert. That’s very kind of you,” Olga replied. “You have a very beautiful house. In fact, Natasha and I were admiring it.”

“Would you like to come over and visit?” I asked.

“Are you sure? Olga asked. “We wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Not at all. I’ve been working all day and I’m due for a break.”

Olga turned and told Sergei they were going next door. He ignored her. She shrugged her shoulders and followed me to my front door. I led them into the living room where they ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at the size of the rooms and the luxury of the furniture.

“This is so nice, Robert. Did you do the decoration?” Olga asked.

Laughing, I replied, “No, Olga, my wife is an interior decorator. All of this is Sandra’s doing.”

Meanwhile, Natasha had gone over to the end of the room where a floor to ceiling glass wall looked out on the pool and the garden. “Oh, Olga, come and look. They have a swimming pool and a hot tub,” she exclaimed to her mother.

Walking up behind Natasha I said, “I hope you’ll feel free to use our pool when you need to cool down. Sandra and I use it so little, we would be happy for you to be our guest.” Motioning toward a couch I said, “Please come and sit down. What can I offer you to drink? I have soda, iced tea or water.”

Seated across from Olga, I was able to look at her for the first time. She was tall and slender with striking copper red hair worn in a ponytail. Her t-shirt covered a pair of small pointed breasts and her jeans encased remarkably long legs and a small tight ass. Her face was devoid of makeup and she had green eyes, a small nose, and full lips. Natasha, her eighteen year old adopted daughter, bore a striking resemblance to her except for having blond hair.

“Robert, what do you do for a living?” Olga asked.

“I am a professional photographer. I do both studio work as well as special assignment photography such as portfolios for actors and models.” And added, “My friends call me, Bob,”

“Oh, how wonderful, ” exclaimed Natasha.” Maybe you could do my portfolio.”

Giving her my best smile I said, “I would love to do your portfolio. You are stunningly photogenic. I can assure you that I would be very interested in working with you on it if you wanted my services. I know how important a good portfolio can be in opening doors.”

I discovered that she needed a portfolio as she was applying as a ballerina to various ballet companies and that Olga, her adopted mother, was an ex-ballerina as well as her coach and trainer.

“We’ll discuss it more, Robert, but right now we should go back as we still have a lot to do. Thank you for the iced tea. I’m sure we will be seeing each other,” Olga said.

That night my wife Sandra and I had witnessed an extraordinary scene through my office window of both women making love to each other. They had also seen Sandra and I fucking ourselves silly while watching them.

Later on, they had come over for a drink and we had found out that in effect both of them were bisexual and very open to all kinds of sexual experiences. They were invited to come over on Saturday for a BBQ with the hint of an all-night orgy.

In the morning, following breakfast, Sandra had gone to work. When my phone rang I picked it up to hear Natasha’s voice.

“Mr. Bob, yesterday we had talked about you doing my portfolio. Is that offer still open?”

“Yes, of course, however, please just call me Bob. In the States, we seldom use honorifics between friends.”

“Bob, what would it cost for you to do a fifteen minute video of my dance routine?”

“Well, as I expect that you and your family will be very close friends, I would only charge you for my materials. Is that a fair price?” I chuckled.

She giggled, “Yes that is very fair. Can we do it today, do you think?”

“Sure as soon as you wish. What’s the rush?”

“I have been granted an audition with the NYC Ballet. They want some video before my actual audition next month,” she blurted out, her voice full of excitement.

“If you could be here in half an hour we could do it this morning. If you need music you had better bring it with you as I don’t know if I would have what you need to dance to.”

I showered, shaved, and got dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Half an hour later, she was at the door.

I led her to my studio, where I had set up three video cameras to be able to record her from all angles and the appropriate lights to give a shadow free performance.

She was wearing her leg warmers and a black skintight leotard, which molded her body and left nothing to the imagination. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was wearing no makeup except lipstick, which accented her lovely mouth.

I showed her the boundary marks, which I had outlined in chalk on the floor, and asked her if she could remain within those boundaries so that the cameras would always have her in focus. She agreed that this would not be a problem. Taking her CD, I cued it in my sound system and told her that I was ready when she was.

I sat down at my console from which I could monitor all the cameras and asked her if she was ready. She nodded yes and I started the cameras and music.

She danced for the next twenty-five minutes. I sat there spellbound. I had never liked ballet very much but in all fairness, I had never really paid much attention to the grace and astounding abilities that a ballerina possessed to be able to perform in that manner. She literally soared as she covered the space I had allotted to her. Her spins and leaps seemed to defy gravity.

At the end of the piece, she was sweat soaked and her whole body had a sheen of moisture. Her skintight leotard now seemed painted on and was almost translucent. It seemed glued to every inch of her body by her perspiration.

She came to sit next to me and I showed her the raw footage that we had shot. I explained that now I had to edit it and choose which camera shots I would use to show her to her best advantage.

She giggled. “In Russia, this would have been done by one man with a handheld camera . Here you are making me look like a movie star. What is all this going to cost me?” she asked.

I turned towards her and looked into her eyes. “Well, do you want to pay now or later?”

“You still have not told me the price.”

“I thought that last night you told us you liked older men. Is that right?”

“Yes, I did,” she replied, her eyes sparkling.

“Well, the price is one kiss from the prettiest ballerina I have ever met.”

“Just a kiss? I was ready to pay much more than that.” She pouted, putting her arms around my neck and bringing her face to mine.

Her tongue licked my lower lip and then she gently bit it. I lifted her out of her seat and placed her on my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, I slid my tongue into her mouth and then avidly sucked her tongue into mine. She closed her eyes and let herself succumb to the passion of the moment.

Slowly I slid the leotard off her shoulders and exposed her small tits, pointed pear shaped morsels with succulent long nipples. I rolled the nipples between my fingers and pinched them lightly, causing her to moan. I lowered my face and sucked each one in turn into my mouth. Biting each one and chewing on them made her moan even more loudly.

“Bob, please make love to me. I need it so much. Is that OK with you?”

“Natasha, I’ve wanted to make love to you from the moment I saw you. Can’t you tell?” I said, bringing her hand outside my shorts to my rampant erection.

“Oh! You are ready and so big. I want that cock in my pussy. Please.”

I stood her up and slowly lowered the leotard till she was standing naked in front of me. Her small pussy was barely a slit in front of my eyes. It was completely bald and with the sheen of sweat remaining on her body, she looked delectable.

I lowered her to the couch in the back of the studio and spread her long legs apart. I started licking and kissing along her soft inner thigh until I reached her pussy. My tongue licked her on either side of her small pussy lips and she kept moving her hips, seeking more direct contact with her cunt.

I just kept on teasing her, slowly licking her from her cute asshole and up through her pussy lips without penetrating her while she squirmed at this treatment. Slowly her clit emerged from its hood and I brought my lips and tongue to lick and suck on it. Her back arched and she thrust her pussy at my face.

Gently I spread her vaginal lips and slid a finger into her. Her cunt was dripping with her juices and as my fingers slid in and out of her, I could feel her gripping them with her tight muscles.

“Bob, I want to feel your cock in me. Please fuck me now,” she whimpered.

I stood up and lowered my shorts. My cock was standing straight up and pre-cum was dripping down its length.

I saw her eyes go wide. “So big. I have never had a cock that big in me. Please be gentle,” she pleaded.

“Shush, don’t worry I will go slowly and let you get used to my size, ” I said while using some of her pussy juice to lube my cock. I got between her slender thighs and slowly slid my cock back and forth between her pussy lips, making sure I rubbed her clit on each stroke.

Her cunt was now dripping and I could feel her juices coating my cock. Parting her pussy lips, I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her opening and slowly, inch by inch, slid into her hot snatch. She uttered a few grunts as I opened her up until finally, I could feel the tip of my cock against her cervix and my balls against her ass.

I just stopped there and waited as I watched the expression on her face change from one of rapt concentration as I spread her open to a look of delight as she realized that I was fully inside her. I started sliding in and out of her, bringing the tip of my cock right to the edge of her clasping cunt before thrusting back in all the way.

“Oh! That feels wonderful.” She smiled at me.

Her hips started moving in sync with me, rising each time to meet my down thrust. She raised her legs and clasped them around my waist, pulling me tightly against her body. Her moans started to fill the room as I speeded up my strokes, hitting her cervix with each thrust.

I could feel her cunt gripping me tightly and milking my cock as I throbbed and pulsed in her depths. Her juices were hot and bathed my cock in the most delicious sensation. I knew that I could not hold back long and reached under her hips and thrust a finger up her bum.

She went wild and started to quiver. I could feel her whole body shake and her stomach muscles grow tight against mine.

“Bob, I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop. Faster, harder, fuck … fuck … fuck … I’m cumming ,” she gasped as I felt her cunt tighten even more around me.

Unable to hold back, I let myself explode in her tight confines, shooting spurt after spurt of cum deep into her tight pussy.

I wrapped my arms around her as I slowly pulled out and gave her a passionate kiss.

“Natasha, your bill is fully paid for this video and any other videos you may ever need.”

She burst out laughing. “When I am a prima ballerina I will summon you for a session after each performance. You are such a wonderful lover.”

“He certainly is. That’s why I married him,” came Sandra’s voice from the doorway. “ Well, I am glad you two are having fun. May I join the party?”

Natasha blushed. “Sandra, I’m so sorry. I guess we just got carried away.”

“Oh honey, no need to be sorry. I knew this would happen sooner or later. I hope he was good to you.”

“He was wonderful. You are very lucky to have someone like him as your husband.”

I explained to Sandra that we had shot an audition tape for Natasha, to use as an intro for an upcoming audition she had with the NYC Ballet Company.

“Can I see it?” Sandra asked.

I started the raw footage we had shot. Sandra had Natasha sit in her lap and they watched it together. Sandra stroked Natasha’s soft flesh as we watched. Then the footage started of Natasha and me making love as I had left the cameras turned on.

“I did not know you were still filming, ” Natasha said, blushing.

Sandra said, “He did that for me. He knows how much you excite me and he would have shown it to me later.” As she said that, she started kissing Natasha. I could see their tongues twine as the kiss became more and more intense.

Sandra started playing with Natasha’s small tits as Natasha brought her hands under Sandra’s t-shirt and massaged the full tits she found under her hands.

I just stood there watching those two beautiful women loving each other’s bodies. My cock was starting to rise again as the excitement of the scene got to me.

“I want to eat your pussy little one, ” Sandra said, dumping Natasha on the floor and climbing between her legs.

“Sandra, I’m not clean. His cum is still dripping from me.”

“Yummy, nothing like the taste of a freshly fucked pussy.” Sandra smiled.

“No, wait. Can I whisper something to you?”

I saw Sandra bring her face close to Natasha and heard muttered whispering. Then Sandra exploded with laughter. “Sure honey, I am positive Bob would love that.”

Turning to me, Sandra gave me a wry smile saying, “Bob, Natasha is an anal virgin and she wants you to fuck her ass while we eat each other out. She was worried that you wouldn’t want to do that. I just told her that nothing in the world would please you more than taking her anal cherry.”

She turned Natasha over and spread her ass cheeks. “Let me get her ready for you.”

Natasha’s little anal pucker was pink and looked as if it was pouting. I watched Sandra run her tongue around it in circles, getting it all slick and wet. As I watched, I saw Natasha relax and Sandra’s tongue slid right into her ass as it opened up to her.

Sandra rolled Natasha’s body on top of hers and both of them started to lick each other’s cunts. I could hear the sloshing sounds of their lapping tongues as both women became dripping wet. I approached Natasha’s ass and Sandra grabbed my cock and spread some of Natasha’s sweet juices to lube it up.

Positioning the tip against Natasha’s asshole, I felt her tense up. I just held my cock against it and ran it in small circles around her pucker. Sandra grabbed her hips and pulled them back against me as she licked her clit. Slowly I felt Natasha open herself up to me and I kept pushing forward. I could hear her gasps as I pushed in deeper and deeper.

I finally managed to lodge my whole length into her hot tight sheath and just held it there. Again, on her own, Natasha started to move her hips back and forth, forcing my cock to slide in and out of her. She was extremely tight and hot. I could feel every inch of my cock massaged by her ass muscles.

Meanwhile, both Sandra and Natasha were now moaning and I could feel myself on the edge of cumming . Sandra’s hips were thrusting up at Natasha as the enthusiastic girl was lapping her cunt. Apparently, she was giving as well as she was getting as I felt Natasha’s whole body quiver and shake and her asshole milked my cock.

The three of us came at the same time. My cock flooded Natasha’s bowels with my hot seed and both women were almost drowning in the sweet cream the other was feeding her. We slowly separated and wrapped each other in a group hug.

The first to break the silence was Natasha. “Bob, that was unbelievable. I did not think you would be able to get all of you into me. I feel so empty now.” She grinned.

Sandra laughed. “Don’t tempt him or he will gladly fill up your holes again. He is insatiable.”

“Oh no, enough for today. I feel wiped out,” I said, holding my hands up in surrender.

“I need to go home and have a long nap,” Natasha replied. “I am looking forward to our Saturday BBQ and pool party.”

“I have such a surprise for you on Saturday. ” Sandra grinned.

Edited by: JefferyB

To be continued.