A new couple, Hiram and Gloria

A distingushed-looking gentleman, looking to be in his late-forties, and a blonde woman I assumed to be his wife greeted me as I sat at the patio bar of my neighbors with my pulsing hardon in my papergirl's mouth.

The man, sporting a close-cropped goatee that matched his short salt and pepper hair reached a hand out in greeting.

"You're Tom and Jeri's new neighbor, correct?" he asked as I managed to draw a hand up to meet his, even though the college coed between my legs had me on the verge of orgasm.

I was silently thankful that April backed off from her voracious cocksucking when she heard the intrusive voice. It would give me a chance to respond to the professorial-looking fellow and his chesty companion without my eyes crossing or me doubling over in release.

"I'm Hiram Raines and this is my wife Gloria!" he continued as he shook my hand firmly, squeezing his left hand more tightly around the trim waist of the short-coiffed blonde as he introduced her. I smiled warmly at the still sexy-looking middleaged woman, trying not to ogle the pillowy tits contained beneath the gold one-piece suit's scoop front as I took her small hand in mine. I felt her squeeze my fingers as she smiled back at me. Why, she had a rack to rival Jeri's or. . . April Raines'!

I swallowed hard as I realized these were the parents of the brunette that had been giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life. No wonder she had stopped when she heard someone talking to me. That someone was her father!

Trying to compose myself, I answered his original question.

"Yes, the wife and I just moved in next door," I replied, shooting my left arm up and nodding my thumb in the direction of the home behind where I sat. I felt like I had my hand caught in the cookie jar. I hoped my voice didn't squeak when I answered.

The barely perceptible giggle from beneath the bar made me wonder if it did. I tried to give the mischievous girl a boot with my foot, but all I found was the wood of the partition between me and her folks.

I was wondering if I should point out my wife, considering she had been in the throes of orgasm when they approached me, when I felt the feather touch of April's tonguetip glide along the sharp edge of the glans of my cockhead.

"I'm Steve!" I answered, trying to cover up my gasp of surprise at their daughter's carnal touch by coughing a bit, bringing my hand to my mouth. "My wife Lisa is, uh, behind you somewhere.." I said, lifting up a little off my benchseat, trying to do anything to avoid the teen's talented tongue while her parents were standing before me.

I noticed Hiram looking in that direction already.

"She wouldn't be the little brunette churning the water in ecstacy, would she?" The man asked with a grin, looking back at me. He angled himself now that I could see past him, into the spa once again. Sure enough, Lisa looked to be in the midst of a tremendous come. That sight wasn't helping ease my hard, leaking cock.

"Dear me, Steve! We didn't mean to interrupt your viewing!" Gloria smiled and parted to one side also. Neither made no move to leave, though. And April was swirling her tongue all over the purple head of my cock now, seemingly enjoying the discomfort of my situation, the little imp!

The waters of the jacuzzi calmed now, my wife satiated by the attentive hands and mouths of her new neighbors. Gloria turned her attention back to me.

"We were looking for our daughter, April. She said she was coming over here early."

I just smiled and nodded, not able to do nothing but enjoy the sweet vaccuuming her daughter was now giving to the entire first few inches of my cock.

"You've met her, haven't you?" asked her mom, reading something from my expression. "Well, no wonder the odd look when we introduced ourselves!"

Hiram now turned back to me as well.

"You probably expected us to look like a couple of pot-smoking hippies in tie-dye," said the man standing in a checked shirt and khakis. "I know our daughter tends to paint us that way." He seemed to detect the faint waft of marijuana in the air. "Not that we don't mind partaking occasionally!" he smiled.

"Oh, indeed. I think April Raines made a lovely name. Don't you, Steve?" asked Gloria, chiming in, reaching out to touch the back of my hand.

The electric contact of both the mother's hand and the lips of the daughter hitting the base of my cock made me practically jump out of my seat. I wanted so much to look down and see what pretty April Raines looked like with her tanned button nose buried in my pubes, but I dared not divert my attention there right now.

I could only manage to nod in assent, hoping to hide my excitement by sipping at the cool lager before me. I hoped my hand wasn't shaking too much as I lifted the glass.

'This girl wasn't lying! She really does have a great pair of lungs!' I thought as I fought to maintain control as she continued to suck lustily on my steely cock, her tongue massaging the underside as the head pushed against the soft spongelike warmth of her small throat opening.

Seeing Lisa step from the hot tub, the two turned to me.

"We'll go greet your better half now, Steve!" Hiram said with a wink. Gloria rubbed my hand again in goodbye as I watched the two leave.

As I watched Lisa smile at me as she chatted with the Raines, I could take no more. I slipped both hands down between my legs and dug my fingers into the thick, sunstreaked mane of April Raines, fucking the little tease's face as she suctioned heartily, breathing through her nose as my cockhead pushed further down her throat, blockin the airway.

Blast after blast of viscous come surged down her throat, and I could feel April swallowing it like a trooper, her throat muscles constricting around my spurting cock, massaging the intrusive swollen head. I didn't think I would ever stop coming down the sweet teen's throat!

I smiled as I relaxed my lunges, feeling her suckle me clean now that I was spent. After all I went through in the last few minutes with her parents, I didn't know if I wanted to pull her up and kiss her, or wring the neck of the little minx for torturing me so. Instead, I merely petted her head, sneaking her a drink of beer before she went to dutifully join her parents.

After she disappeared and I sipped the remnants of my brew in post-coital bliss, a voice startled me.

"That was quite a show, Steve!"