1 comments/ 33540 views/ 1 favorites Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 01 By: silk_181 This is a true story! I have changed the characters names for the usual reasons but belief in the content is entirely up to you. So please, read on and enjoy. I am just an average kind of guy trying to make my way in the world for my family as well as myself. At 45 I keep myself in good shape and I often have people, usually females, express flattering shock, commenting that I look in my mid thirties. I have to laugh when males say that they are envious of my slight but athletic build and wish they had a flat stomach like me... I put down to metabolism and their over indulgence in the amber fluid. I am also blessed with a wonderful wife, three terrific children, a beautiful home in a leafy suburb of inner Sydney, and lucky enough to be able to work from home. It was because of this last aspect that the following events, detailed here and beyond, came about. Michelle has been the object of my licentious mind ever since she and her family moved in next door some ten years ago. She is reasonably attractive; her features and figure do make you look twice if not a third time. Maybe it is her mousy-blonde shoulder length hair combined with her well looked after figure; one that measures 34d – 26 – 35 (I know because I measured it myself, but that gets ahead of the story). My wife even has to admit that after three children, Michelle does have a good figure and does not show any signs of her 43 years. I know from personal experience she is a regular swimmer, which accounts for the firmness of her muscles as well as the pertness of her breasts, but I get ahead of myself yet again. She also carry's her 5' 6" frame with an air of quiet determination that, when combined with a body hugging top, leaves a male like myself quite disarmed. I had noticed over a period of weeks that one of the brake lights on her four wheel drive were out, but every time I plucked up the resolve to go tell her she was either out, or I simply forgot, or both. Anyway, as the days slipped by, I dropped the notion thinking that her husband would have probably fixed it. However, to my surprise one sultry Monday morning, I saw that he had not. I was out the front yard retrieving the garbage bin when she drove off to the bus stop with her son. I watched as she drove off down the street and my heart jumped as I saw only one of the three stoplights activate. My mind ran wild causing a swell in my groin. "Yes!" I thought, "he has not fixed them." I knew from recent observation that she would be home today, so about mid-morning I rang her doorbell. Once again my penis got restless as I stood there in sexually motivated anticipation. "Oh, hi Michelle," I barely managed, my words nearly catching in my throat, "I hope I have not disturbed you?" "Oh, hi Ray. No not at all. Come in.," she said with a sweep of her arm to indicate I was to enter. "I... I do not want to keep you from ..." "Come in and have a tea." She suggested. Cutting me off in mid sentence, much to my relief. "Sit down and get yourself comfortable while I get the tea." She walked off into the kitchen, my eyes riveted to her beautifully rounded behind. The three quarter track pants clinging to her slightly tanned legs and hugging the taut roundness of her bottom. I could just see the outline of her knickers through the navy blue trousers. Her white, sleeveless top fitted the form of her body like a glove too, giving her breasts that upward, buoyant look popular in today's fashion. I drank in every line of her form from head to toe and back again as she busied herself brewing the tea. She swung around smiling and the look in her eye seemed to indicate she knew exactly what I had been doing and thinking. I tried to swallow but my throat was too dry. She turned back to the sink and resumed her preparations. I sank back into the comfy beige coloured lounge and closed my eyes trying to suppress the rampant thoughts invading my mind. The room was large and well decorated to make it feel light but cosy too. She walked over to the small table between the two 2 seater lounge chairs and as she approached I watched, intently and as discreetly as I thought possible, the gentle sway of her curvaceous chest. Again she smiled as she bent to place the bowl and jug on the table, the V-neck of her top gapping just sufficiently enough to give glimpse her lacy pink bra which gently cradled and molded her luscious mounds. "Do you like two?" she asked offering a spoon full on sugar suspended above my cup. "Two would be ideal," my mind racing with prospects fuelled by double meaning and wondering if she deliberately used that turn of phrase. "Milk?" "Um, oh yes please." I stumbled, brought out quickly from my sexy musings. "A little more, I prefer it a bit more milky." She sat directly opposite me and sipped her tea. I watch her over the rim of my cup as her pink lips pursed slightly to draw on the warm liquid. "Now, what can I do for you," she asked. "Well, I hate to seem nosey, but I noticed that two of your brake lights are out on your car. In fact they have been for some time but I keep forgetting to say something." "Are they?" she exclaimed calmly. "I'll have to get my husband to have a look at them, thank you very much for telling me." She smiled warmly. "It is one of my pet hates. You know, like seeing a crooked picture, I just feel the urge to go up and straighten it." "Not to mention the safety aspect." She chimed in. "Nice tea." I remarked, trying to sound casual. "If you like, I can fix them for you, it is no trouble In fact I have to go up the street myself," I lied. "Oh that would be wonderful of you if you could. My husband is away until the weekend so it would be great to get them replaced sooner rather than later." "It would be a pleasure." I said in a casual manner, which belied my feeling of apprehension because of what I was going to say next. "I don't know if you remember but the last time had tea like this we were in the middle of renovating our house, like we are right now." "Really? No, I did not remember." "The only difference is last time your daughter was home sick from school and just after we sat down to tea she came down from her room and curled up beside you." "What made you remember that?" She asked. "I would not remember a small thing like that. Ah! I bet there must be more to it than just that." She laughed half asking a question and half just commenting. "Oh, it sticks in my mind because..." I took a sip of my tea at this stage because I was not sure what her reaction would be to what I was about to add. "Last time, your daughter curled up next to you as we chatted and then she started to lift the waist-band of the top you were wearing. You calmly stopped her hand as the top rose revealing your midriff and you said, 'he does not what to see up there'." I took another sip of tea. My heart pounding in my ears, hoping Michelle would react in a positive way, but trying to be realistic enough to know it there was a strong possibility that she may not. "I see! So there was more to the recollection!" she exclaimed with a warm smile. "And what did you say?" "At the time I said nothing. I shyly looked away" "And you have relived that moment over and over ever since?" she challenged quietly in a hushed voice. "Well, um... yes. To be honest, I have." I said with my eyes slightly downcast trying not to reveal my embracement. "What would you have said if, say, that situation played out right now?" "I think I should be the judge of that." I said immediately. "I see." She responded and with her clear blue eyes looking straight at me as she raised her top to reveal her glorious breasts. Her pink bra was pulling tight across her chest, deepening her cleavage dramatically. The bra was a delicate light pink with lacy edging, through which I could just make out the deeper pink of her areolas. "Is this what you really came here for, to see my breasts?" she challenged. "Very perceptive of you," I remarked as casually I could. She raised her hands to cup and mould her breasts in an astonishing display of open sexuality. My throat went dry as I sat, my eyes glued to her hands as her fingers idled over the noticeably hardened nipples. She looked down at her movements then at me from under her down turned head. "Tell me what to do, Ray, just let your pent up thoughts go wild." "Remove your top and bra!" I commanded not stopping to ponder on the consequences of a refusal. "Yes my master." She answered playfully. Michelle quietly removed her top, then shook her hair back and arched her back as she unclasped the hooks of her bra, then silently let the two garments slip to the floor. "Play with your breasts again for me again." I command. "Show me how you like them to touched." My mind was racing trying to comprehend how my dreams of this revisited past were now becoming reality. I watched intently as she gently caressed her breasts from beneath, softly squeezing the pale flesh. Her nipples had hardened very noticeably and the areolas had darkened and swelled slightly as well. With supple moves, her fingers toyed with her nipples, rolling them firmly between thumb and forefinger, pulling the hard nubs away from her chest. Her breath was becoming discernibly quicker as I watched her. My cock now rock hard as well. I stood and quickly removed my clothes. Standing across from this beautiful woman now playing with her own breasts for my (our) pleasure and me with my hard cock standing out from my loins, my hand clasped about its thickness stroking along the lengthened shaft. "Holy shit!" Michelle exclaimed seeing my penis for the first time. "Is that all you?" "Yep. Ever inch me." I replied smiling. "I have to ask, just how big is that cock of yours? For a slim built guy you have quite a surprise hidden inside your trousers." Without waiting for me to answer she suddenly reached for the sewing basket she had on the floor beside the lounge and pulled out a tape measure. "Lets see shall we?" she said, quickly sitting on the table in front of me. She placed the end of the white plastic tape measure at the base of my rod and ran it along the shaft. "Wow. Your are a big boy... 8 inches of thick hardness and all this time living next door hidden away. And at least 2 inches thick." She smiles up at me as her hand playfully toyed with my shaft. "Lick each of your nipples." I snapped. "Yes my master, I shall try." She bent her head and snaked out her tongue while pushing the breast upward to meet it. I heard her gasp as she made contact, the wetness of her saliva coating the rosy pink bud. She moved to the other nipple, eagerly licking and lashing at it with quick movements of her tongue. I moved toward her and pressed my shaft into her cleavage. She instantly knew what to do and enveloped my cock in her breasts. I bent my knees slightly and started to move my cock up and down against the swell of her breasts. Every upward thrust greeted with her tongue and wet mouth. I grasped her head as I thrust upward trying to get her mouth onto my cock but she had me firmly locked between her breasts. Suddenly she released my cock and inhaled me deeply into her hot wet mouth. She sucked me hard, almost completely swallowing my cock and rubbing her nose against the wiry hair. My whole body went ridged as she sucked me deep and hard, then just as suddenly as she had engulfed me, she pulled away. Swiftly, Michelle stood and in a desperate flurry, had removed her lower garments and positioned herself on all fours, her arms resting on the sofa back. "Please eat me!" she cried, wiggling her bottom. I dropped to my knees only quickly looking at her sparsely cover mound. I slammed my face against her rump, burying my tongue into her sopping pussy. "Argghhhhhhhhh," yessssssss! Fuck me Ray. Fuck me quickly with your tongue then with your wonderful cock." I was driven to plunge my tongue as hard and fast into her as I could, tasting for the first time the liquid honey of her essence. I was lost in her scent, her juices coating my chin and face as I pushed her over the edge as quickly as possible. I felt compelled to give her as much pleasure as I could as quickly as I could, believing that this may well be the one and only time I might have her. I listened to her cries of intense pleasure, as I drank down her juices feeling her body quiver as she came on my tongue. I licked her with swift tongue movements from her rock hard clit to her musky anus until her orgasm subsided. Now I needed to fuck her soaking vagina. I stood behind her eyeing her cream covered nethers but my own need drove me to quickly plunge my hard cock deep inside her. Her eyes flew open at the sudden force of my entering her slippery channel pushing her clenched muscles apart. At first I used her hips to lever my thrusts, slow but forceful, burying myself fully inside her. She grunted her approval with each impact of our bodies. I slammed my groin hard against her, fucking her harder and faster, my own need for orgasm building quickly. "Yessssssssssss, harder now master. Fill me. Spread me wide with your gorgeous thick dick." I grabbed a hand full of hair as I fucked her, pulling her head firmly back exposing her full lust swollen breasts. They giggled wantonly as we each used our bodies on the other straining to gain orgasm. She groaned loudly as I felt her body tense then release, driven my her own hand now wildly whipping at her swollen clit. Her vagina clenched around my swelling cock as my own come crashed in around me. "Oh my god... Michelle" I yelled through a strained throat, "going to come..." "Fuck me lover... please!" she yelled in reply. "Getting close too... lets come together." I thrust powerfully forward filling her. Her body convulsed and spasmed as her won climax racked her torso. I pumped her full with my seed, her clutching ribbed channel draining every last drop. Again and again her body shook with the waves of her orgasm, ever ripple dancing along my slowly softening cock. I dropped to sit on the floor while Michelle curled up on the lounge, her hair looking very disheveled and my come glistening on her thigh. We looked deeply into each other's eyes both of us enjoying the sudden quiet and stillness of this post-coital moment. I leant over and kiss her softly on the cheek. She smiled sweetly and gently caressed my face then kissed me full on the mouth. Our lips and tongues meet in a soft and tender joining conveying a depth of feeling we had just discovered for each other yet could not communicate verbally just yet. We looked longingly into each others eyes as I languidly stroked her back with the barest of touches. "Mmmmm, that feels so nice, Ray." She murmured. We stayed like that for close to 30 minutes the quietness and serenity swallowing us both and the rest of the world had disappeared somewhere into the distance. "I think you volunteered to do me favour, did you not"? she whispered then kissed my cheek. "I guess I had better uphold my offer." I said, slowly rising to my feet and putting my clothes back on. Michelle laid there on the lounge eyeing me dreamily, the soft light coming from the window transforming her face from beautiful to drop dead gorgeous. I put on m shoes and then with an exaggerated flourish I bowed to her, "As my lady commands," and turned and left. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 01 No one really pays that much attention to Beckbury – it's this tiny little village that's located slap bang in the middle of nowhere. It has a pub, a small grocery/hardware store, a nice 16th century church and a small legal practice. Most folks drive past it and don't even notice the road sign pointing out that it's there until they pass it. In fact, you'd almost think it was invisible. But there's a reason for that. Beckbury is known as a retirement community for those people looking to evade the long arm of the law from across the globe. High-risk jewel thieves, semi-retired "professionals" from various agencies and other people who've turned from the path of the righteous call Beckbury home. Forget the Costa Del Sol or any other exotic location; If you're wanted by the authorities, and you have the funds available, then you can buy yourself a nice little cottage here in Beckbury, safe in the knowledge that no one will come looking for you there. But be warned – once you move in, the usual way out of Beckbury is in a body bag. ***** The white bikini did spectacular things to Lady Ash's already spectacular body. Well it ought to, she thought a trifle smugly, considering how much it had cost. Donnatella was such a dear though that she didn't begrudge the cost at all! Ash was lying in a hammock set between two palm trees, with her head resting on a white pillow that emphasized her extravagant blonde hair. Her lips were glossed and her eyes were gently shadowed. Currently they were closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the Caribbean island. "Who the hell are you?" said Lord Stratton as he walked down from the house accompanied by a large heavyset man Ash knew was called Winston. Ash opened her eyes and turned her head. She looked at him for a moment and then sat up and swivelled until her feet just touched the sand. "I'm Ash. Lady Ash," she announced. Lord Stratton obviously moved in the wrong circles. He went pale beneath his tan. "Kill her!" he shouted. Ash had slipped her hand beneath the pillow. Now she removed it. The silenced Glock didn't stop Winston's move to the big handgun in his waistband, but the line of bullets she ran across his ample chest stopped anything else. Winston crumpled to the sand with a shocked look on his face that smoothed out even as he fell. "Don't kill me," begged Lord Stratton. "Why ever not?" enquired Ash with interest. "I have lots of money. I can pay you." "I have lots of money too, darling. And I've already been paid to kill you." "But..." "It's awfully nice talking to you and all that but those big men running towards me don't look all that friendly. So I'd better be going." Phutt! She placed a bullet into Lord Stratton's favourite brain and then emptied the magazine in the direction of the three heavies running towards her. They dropped flat and she turned and ran for the sea thirty yards away. She was halfway there before they registered that she wasn't firing at them any more. At the waters edge she tossed the gun into the water. The bag she'd used to keep it dry on her approach had long blown away. As she already knew the beach dropped away quickly and in a few yards she was swimming. She looked over her shoulder. One heavy was kneeling by the late Lord Stratton but the other two had hauled out handguns and were nearly to the water's edge. Neither looked in especially good condition so after running their accuracy should leave a lot to be desired, but she dived anyway and changed direction once she was under the water. To her right she saw the passage of a bullet as it quickly lost velocity. After about forty seconds she surfaced, took a quick breath, and dived again, hearing the shots just as she disappeared. Half a minute later she surfaced and gave the angry looking men a friendly wave. It would take a miracle for them to hit her now and so she set off towards the nearby headland using a powerful crawl. Her jet ski was tied to a rock just out of sight and she would be there long before anyone could reach the headland on foot. After that it would be back to Beckbury. That lovely man George would be at the airfield with his Lear Jet. She'd had a phone call that Ian needed to see her just before she set off for Lord Stratton's little retreat. She just hoped all this water wouldn't frizzle her hair. The swell was light and the water was beautifully warm. Probably much warmer than England! Still she could console herself about the coming privations with George once the autopilot was engaged. She'd long been a member of the Mile High Club ****** The rain was hammering down on the roof of the car – the sound inside was akin to pebbles being bounced off a large tin can. The repetitive noise only added to the frustration of the two occupants as they realised that their car wasn't responding on this rain-soaked afternoon. "Why won't it start Ray?" "I don't know Tiffany," Ray responded. "Maybe the engine is flooded?" "Flooded? Well, I'd expect it to be with the number of times you've been trying to get it to turn over. You've probably drained the bloody battery as well." "Just shut up for a minute will you," Ray said. "Where's your mobile?" "It's here," Tiffany said as he tried the key in the ignition again. "But there's no signal." "That's just great," Ray muttered. "Right, I'm sure we passed a house about a mile back – they might have a phone we can use." "What? You're just going to leave me in the car here and go walking along a country lane in the middle of nowhere?" "Well, yeah," Ray said. "You got a better plan?" Tiffany fumed. "No," she said after a few seconds. Ray opened the door and grabbed his jacket. "Okay, I'll be back in a bit." **** Tiffany had been staring at her watch for what felt like an eternity when she heard the rapping on the window. She could just make out Ray's face with a beaming smile on it in the pouring rain. He motioned for her to wind down her window. She could see a figure shrouded in a large overcoat gesturing to Ray as well. "Tiff, this bloke is going to tow us back to his house – he reckons he might be able to fix the problem with the car." Ray said before scooting around to the driver side again. As he got into the car a large shadowy truck pulled out of the gloomy afternoon weather and came to a halt in front of them. Once it had stopped, the shrouded figure got out and attached a hook to the winch point on the underside of the car. He gave a "thumbs up" signal to Ray, who released the hand brake on the car. "Did it not strike you as funny that he's dressed like a horror movie cliché?" Tiffany asked. Ray shook his head. "He could be dressed in drag for all I care," he said as the large truck pulled them along the lane. "The important thing is that we get the car sorted out if we are hoping to get to your sister's wedding." "Fair enough," Tiffany sighed. "But if he turns out to be a psycho I'm holding you responsible." **** Two hours later, both Ray and Tiffany were standing in a state of the art kitchen with cups of tea in their hands. They were awaiting the return of their mysterious benefactor who had left them alone, dunking chocolate digestives into the steaming hot liquid in their mugs. As they sat in silence at a stainless steel breakfast bar, the sound of hinges squeaking and a door opening prompted them to look around. "Fixed it." The voice came from the opening. "It was the ignition coil like I thought." "Oh right," Ray said as he struggled to see the figure behind the door. "Look, thanks again for coming out and towing the car here, erm, mister..." "Mark, just call me Mark." The figure stepped out of the doorframe and into the kitchen. "Also, your master brake cylinder was on the way out so I replaced that as well." "Shit? Seriously?" Tiffany asked. Mark nodded. "Wow, I don't know what to say." She paused for a moment, trying not to sound patronising. "What do we owe you for it?" "Oh, don't worry about it." Mark replied. "Consider it my attempt to top up my karma." He joked. "No, no, please, we've got to give you something for your time." "No, you really don't." Mark said. "However, you could do me a huge favour on your way to your wedding," he walked across the kitchen and picked up a pile of envelopes. He came back to Ray and Tiffany, handing them to the attractive young woman. "Can you post these for me when you leave the village? I forgot to do it when I went out earlier for milk." "Sure," Ray answered. "Well, we'd better get a move on if we're going to make this wedding." Mark escorted the couple back to their car. "So, we just go back on the road we were on and carry on until we reach the dual carriageway, right?" "Bingo," Mark said. "Drive carefully." "We will," Tiffany said as she hugged the stranger. "And thanks for your help – where is this place by the way?" "Beckbury," Mark answered as Tiffany got into the car. The engine fired up and he watched them as they drove away. "Okay, Abbie, you can come out now." The figure sloped out of one of the corners of the garage and stepped into view. Mark turned around and looked at the woman dressed in a pair of jeans and a form-fitting black tee-shirt. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. "How long have you been skulking back there?" "Long enough to know that they weren't locals," Abbie replied. "I've never known you to do the Good Samaritan routine." "Oooh, there's plenty of things that you don't know about me Abbie," Mark replied as he scooped up a remote control to close the garage doors. "And I could say the same about you too." He looked at his visitor. "However, it's nice to know that I can still spring the odd surprise on you. Cup of tea?" "Please." Abbie replied as she followed Mark into the kitchen. ****** The private airfield was barely able to accommodate the Lear Jet. Ash took her time saying a fond farewell to the pilot and then stepped out towards the building that acted as terminal, control tower and offices. Her boots splashed in the puddles, and she pulled up the fur collar of her coat as the cold wind made its presence felt. As she reached the doorway she turned and watched as the jet thundered along the runway and then climbed away as if it were a fighter plane. A smile touched her face. "Show off!" she said quietly. Then she walked inside to encounter the smell of wet clothes and overused heaters. She frowned slightly as she spotted Steph sitting at a table. The frown wasn't due to Steph. The two aristocratic women more than tolerated each other, although they were sufficiently similar in approach to sometimes set the sparks flying. No what bothered her was the sight of Ian Atkins sitting beside her. Beckbury's solicitor was not someone she was expecting to see. "Good flight?" enquired Steph as she made her way through the cheap tables. She was distantly aware that nearly all the men in the room, perhaps fifteen or twenty were staring at her, but that was normal. Ian stood politely as she arrived." "Lovely, thank you," replied Ash. She turned her attention to Ian. "Ian, I wasn't expecting you when Steph kindly agreed to collect me." "I'm afraid I have some news that wouldn't wait." "It will be more secure in the Bentley," said Steph. The three of them walked to the small car park and Steph got behind the wheel. Ash walked round and got into the passenger seat while Ian sat in the back and set about pouring drinks for himself and Ash. "Well?" said Ash. "We have a problem in the village. More to the point you have a particular problem. Someone called Ed Davis has managed to expropriate your mansion." "That bloody man. I told him I wasn't interested in selling. How did he manage to do something that outrageous?" "A moment please, Lady Ash," interrupted Steph as she pulled over on a quiet stretch of road. "Ian, would you do the honours please?" "Certainly my lady," he replied. He opened the glove compartment and removed the CD badges and the two Canadian flags. Then he got out and fitted them. There were subdued clicks from the ends of the Bentley as the number plates rotated. Then they were away at a much higher speed. "We shouldn't be interrupted on our journey now," said Steph. "Please carry on, Ian." "It's the Charter, Lady Ash. What he did was rather clever actually. As the charter requires he duly placed the advert in consecutive editions of the London Gazette, and also the Beckbury Journal announcing his intention to assume the title to your property, and then he substituted his own fakes for the real editions in the village. The Journal only has a run of 176 copies while there are only two subscriptions to the Gazette here. Not a terribly difficult achievement then. So no-one knew what was happening. You were in the Caribbean on business, as you usually are at this time of the year. Doubtless he took that into account in his timing. The end result was that no objections were raised and the transfer became legal." "We managed to save your personal clothing and the like," said Steph apologetically, "and the title to the gatehouse was separate, and so you still own that." "Oh thank you so much!" said Ash. "Why didn't you just lean on him? It doesn't matter anyway. I'll have to discourage him. Permanently." "I'm afraid the village can't allow that, Lady Ash," said Steph in a cold voice. "We did lean on him, but the obnoxious little man has accumulated enough information to jeopardize too many of our community. And you know there must be no crime in Beckbury. The Chief Constable is just dying to get his nose in here, and the Council would love to be able to levy Community Charge on the residents. We can't afford anything that would bring down Henry VIII's charter." "It was before all our time, of course," said Ian, "but the records indicate that when the last crime was reported, that of the theft of a horse in 1912, it took the Great War to calm things down. We can't risk anything happening in these more enlightened times." "There is another disturbing thing as well," added Steph. "He's asked us to perform various 'favours' now that he is part of the community. I have no idea how he obtained the various pieces of information he is holding over us, but they are distressingly complete and accurate." "I'm going to kill him," announced Ash. "Of course you are, my dear," said Steph. "But not anywhere near Beckbury, and not until we've solved the blackmail problem." "We could kidnap him and torture the information out of him," suggested Ash with relish in her voice. "It is not certain that would keep the information private," said Steph, the regret in her voice obvious. "So many of us have too much to lose. I can't accept any possibility that my late husband's title could be besmirched." "I don't see it that way," said Ash defiantly. "You are a talented and charming young woman," said Steph. "I would hate to kill you. But I will if you can't be constructive about this situation." In the village Steph was believed to have killed at least thirty people while officially working for the Foreign Office. No-one wanted to challenge her, not even Ash. "I am sure that with all the various talent we have in the village some solution can be found," said Ian. ****** "So," Mark said as he put his mug down. "What do you need for tonight?" "Not sure," Abbie replied. "It just seems like a straight forward clean up job." "How many?" Mark asked as he opened a tin. Abbie could hear his hand rummaging around inside, then he revealed a rich tea biscuit. He offered the tin to her and she took one. "Three, including the target," Abbie said. "So it should be pretty routine." "How long has it been between jobs?" Mark seemed genuinely concerned. Abbie pondered the question for a minute. "About three months, why?" "No, reason." He answered. "Whatcha taking with you?" Mark asked as he slurped his tea. Abbie shrugged her shoulders. "My winning smile." She answered. "Oh, and one of those electronic bypass kit things of yours." Mark nodded, got up and walked across the kitchen. He opened a small cupboard next to the oven and lifted out a packet. He handed it back to Abbie. "Sounds good, do you need a lift?" Abbie shook her head. "No, I should be okay thanks." **** The building was quiet – pretty much as she'd expected. Abbie had been watching it for just over an hour now and knew that whatever security there would be would be minimal by now according to the details of the contract. She made sure that the bypass kit was secured safely to her belt for the second phase of the operation, but for the first part of tonight's agenda she had a slightly more brazen approach planned. The guard behind the desk saw the woman knocking on the large glass doors to Cannon House and he initially shooed her away with his hand, gesturing for her to leave. She continued to rap on the glass, the sound starting to irritate him. He got up from behind the desk and walked across. "We're closed." He said, trying to make himself heard through the glass. She was saying something but he couldn't make it out. He shook his head as he reached for the keys attached to his belt. The lock made a heavy thunk sounds as the mechanism completed it's action. "I said..." "Thank god you opened the door," Abbie said, her voice strained and anxious. "My car has broken down around the corner and I need some help getting the spare tyre on – my boyfriend and I had a huge row tonight and I..." she looked at the guard with pleading eyes. "Please, can you help me?" The guard looked back at his desk, then at the attractive woman standing in the door way. He shook his head slightly – it wouldn't hurt, after all, he wasn't the only security officer on duty tonight. "Okay, where is it?" He said as he stepped out into the cool night air. "It's just around the corner," Abbie said, gesturing towards the right hand side of the building – the side that didn't have any ground floor windows. He began to walk along the pathway with Abbie beside him. "I just feel like such an idiot, I mean, a flat tyre." "Don't worry about it love," the guard replied. As they approached the corner Abbie dropped back slightly. "Happens all the time..." he said as they rounded the corner. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the empty road. "Where's...?" Abbie glanced left and right quickly as the question was forming on his lips, reached up and grasped his head, twisting it sharply to the left, then to the right. As his neck snapped she felt his body shudder as it landed in her repositioned arms. Despite his weight, Abbie was able to hide it in the bushes that ran along the path. She knew this wouldn't disguise the body in daylight, but at night it would be almost impossible to see without specifically looking for it – or drunkenly stumbling upon it. Taking a moment to remove his keys from his belt, Abbie turned around and made her way back to the front door of the building. **** She had no idea what would be waiting for her when the elevator doors opened. When they did Abbie was pressed against the side of the lift, cautiously poking her head out and looking down the corridor. Her target's office was the last door on the right, but there should be another guard. As she stepped out of the lift she realised where he was. "Hey, who the hell are you?" "Shit..." she muttered as she saw him walking towards her, his portly figure straining the uniform he was wearing. "What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded. "I haven't got time for this." She said, aware of the commotion that could be easily heard in the office down the corridor. She stepped towards the guard. "Just stay there, I'm going to call Dean," the guard said as he reached for the telephone. Abbie moved quicker, clearing the few feet between them in a matter of seconds, drawing her fist back in the process. The guard was oblivious to the punch as he scooped up the receiver. The force of the punch made him release the device as he staggered back slightly. Abbie caught it mid-air, pulling the cord taught and wrapping it around his chubby neck swiftly as he struggled to stay on his feet. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 01 She kicked the back of his knee, forcing to him to the floor as he clawed at the plastic cable that was securely wrapped around his neck, rapidly cutting off his airway. His momentum carried him to the floor, Abbie riding his body down like a lethal parody of a surfer. She placed her knee into his back and pulled hard, his arms and legs now flopping around. It always reminded Abbie of watching a fish that was out of the water watching someone die like this. Abbie maintained the pressure for a few minutes, her face twisted into a forceful grimace until his body ceased resisting. She took a second to check his pulse. As she expected there was none. Now for the main act. The sound of the door to his office being kicked open startled Norman Stevens. He was even more surprised to see a woman dressed from head to toe in black standing at the door. He stood up, gaining his composure. "Who are you?" Abbie looked at him as she moved into the office, gauging his reactions. He had the advantage behind the desk, so Abbie sought to neutralise it by walking around to the side of it. "Look, whatever they're paying you, I'll double it..." he stammered. "Treble it even." "Oh, Mr Stevens," Abbie cooed. "The money is only fifty percent of why I do this," she said as she saw his hand reach towards a draw. Abbie reacted faster – driving her foot into the drawer and trapping his hand. "The other fifty percent is my love of the job." She whispered as she pushed Stevens back into his chair, clutching his hand. Abbie smiled at him before she pivoted on her back foot, spinning her other foot around and smashing it into his temple. The force of the blow twisted his head at an unnatural angle, breaking critical bones in his neck as his now lifeless body collided with the desk, slumping out of the chair. Abbie smiled as she left the office and looked at her watch: 11:30 pm. Hopefully Mark would still be awake by the time she got back to Beckbury. **** "How many times do I have to tell you Abbie," Mark said as he disabled the screaming siren of the security system. "There's no way you can break into my house without tripping something." "Bullshit," Abbie shot back. "One day I'll figure out how to get around your system. Now get that torch out of my face before I decide to drop my sunny demeanour and hurt you." Her face had a wicked smile on it as the light winked off and was replaced by ambient mood lighting within the bedroom. Mark stood up, pulling on a dressing gown and walked across the room to close the window. "Just out of professional courtesy, which one did I set off this time?" "Thermal sensors – the ambient temperature in the room rose by point one six degrees the moment you opened the window. The new sensors I've designed are sensitive to temperature changes of less than one hundredth of a degree. After that, they relay the information to the home security system and it, in turn, analysed the increased mass in the room once you entered and change in air pressure density to determine that there was an extra person here." He moved across to a computer terminal that seemed to grow out of his desk. The screen winked to life, streaming data across it. To Abbie the streams of numbers made little sense, yet she knew Mark was reading them like a book. "A secondary scan then identified that you were carrying at least one metal object – which I believe is a knife in your left boot – and considered you to be a threat." He continued. "And how long did all that take?" Abbie asked, shaking her head as she walked over to stand next to him at the desk. "Er, about 5 nanoseconds at last count." He turned to face her. "So, what are you doing here at two in the morning?" He asked. Abbie shrugged. "Not sure, I couldn't sleep and thought you might like some company." She looked at him. "Oh, I bought the bypass kit back – turned out that I didn't need it after all." Abbie dropped the pouch on the table. "Everything go okay then?" Mark asked. "Of course," Abbie replied as she reached towards him, running her hand over his face. She could feel the stubbly hairs through her gloves. "When was the last time you had a shave?" "When was the last time you got laid?" He countered. "Touché," Abbie answered. "So, do you fancy doing something about that?" Mark smiled. "I'll get my razor." Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 02 My thought processes were completely shot. I had just had sexual relations with the woman next door. A myriad of past desires had suddenly become reality and it seemed that there was more to come. I could still smell and taste her as I raced up to the petrol station for her new stop light bulbs as promised. The image of her teasing tongue snaking down to lick her own nipple, as I had commanded her to do, was all I could think of clearly. It also had a rampant effect on my loins. Within a very short space of time I once again found myself upon her doorstep ringing the doorbell. "That was quick!" she exclaimed with a mock shyness. "I will only be a few more minutes and the task will be complete." I said showing her the globes. She gave me the keys and suggested I let myself in after I had finished with the car as she had some things to do in the kitchen in the meantime. The stoplight replacement took a little longer than I expected because of the fiddly-ness of the fittings. Michelle obviously felt the same, because I caught sight of her a number of times peeking through the front window to see what was doing. This only heightened my licentious thoughts, not to mention my stiffened resolve. As she had suggested I entered her home, using the key on the key ring. The only sound was the occasional clink of cups and saucers being washed up so I made straight for the kitchen. To my astonishment and very pleasant surprise, Michelle was doing the washing up wearing only a pair of white lacy knickers and her sleeveless-top that she had worn earlier. To add to this splendid sight, she also had on a pair of black high heels. The overall effect was like a moth to a flame, I was drawn without hesitation. My penis all but pointing the way. I went to her and lustfully thrust my crotch against her gorgeous behind. My hard member resting firmly into the crevice of her arse. She arched her back pressing her behind hard onto me. I pushed forward pinning her body between my cock and the sink while I grabbed at her tits. I pressed the V of my hands under the rise of her breasts and pushed firmly up, squeezing the thumbs of each hand hard into the firmness of her flesh. She groaned loudly from deep within her throat as I pinched her nipples quite firmly, pulling on them through the material of her top. My mouth found her neck and then I started gently nibbling on her ear lobe. After a few minutes of this, I dropped one hand down her tummy and across the front of her panties. The waist band was wet, but that was from the water in the sink unlike the gusset which was saturated with her vaginal secretions. I pushed my index finger hard into the folds and wetness seeped through and coated my finger. I raised it and told her to lick it clean. She opened her mouth and with that darting tongue quickly lapped up her own juices, licking her lips as well. "So you like to be told how and when to fuck?" I asked, leaning my body hard against hers, my mouth on her ear. "Oh yes, Ray... I mean Master. I never get to do things this way normally but with you it seems... " She did not finish the sentence but we both knew what she meant. Somehow we both felt safe and secure enough to let go and release our inhibitions, things just felt right between us despite the brevity of our closer association. I noticed a breadknife lying in the sink and knew right away I had to use it. I pressed my groin into her bottom again as I reached for it, Michelle catching her breath slightly as she saw what I going for. Without saying a word, I slipped the knife into the waistband of her knickers and cut it through. She gasped excitedly. I stood back, admiring her soft skin and the lovely sway of her back and the dimples just above her bottom. I then cut the other side and roughly pulled her panties away from her lower body. I balled them up in my hand and held the juice soaked gusset up on front of her face. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" I asked firmly. "Oh god yes, Ray. You have no idea how horny cutting them away like that made me feel. I am your slut, your toy... fuck me as you see fit." "Suck it. Taste your own juices. Your flooding vagina has soaked your knickers you naughty woman." She opened her mouth wide and sucked hard on the wet material. She drank deeply and I could hear her moan of pleasure at her own taste. I slapped her buttock. She jumped and then sighed as the initial shock subsided. "Mmmmm. Spread your legs but stay leaning against the sink." I pressed my foot to the inside of each foot in a mock kick, indicating that she should do as I asked. I dropped to my knees between her wonderfully splayed legs. Her mound was very lightly covered with light brown hair that was mattered now with the copious amount of lube coming from her inviting pussy. Her outer lips were quite puffy with arousal and the juices coming from her had covered her inner thighs now as well. I roughly pushed her arse cheeks apart to look at her winking rear entrance. The tight star-fish shaped opening seemed to be beckoning for me to lick it, so I did. I speared my tongue tip hard against her resistant anus, licking her with all the fury I could muster. I slid my tongue into Michelle's anus. I could feel her arse start to move in a slow circler motion, as my tongue penetrated her with every thrust. She groaned loudly and ground her body down onto my probing tongue. Again her juices flowed with her pent up desire coating my chin. "Oh my god, Ray, that feels so good," she hissed through clenched teeth. "That's it, suck me there, I have never had anyone do that before. I love it, please stick your tongue deeper up my arse." As I continued to tongue fuck Michelle's tight arse, I slipped my hand around to her pussy, and slowly pushed two fingers between her juicy pussy lips and began to rub her erect clit. I could feel her juices starting to flow more heavily now over my fingers, so I inserted one more finger into her vagina. "Aaarrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, "God yesssssssssss." I knew that Michelle was about to climax at any second by the intensity of the shuddering waves coursing up and down her legs. I gave her a quick barrage of my three fingers deep into to her body, slightly bending them at the top of each thrust to put pressure on the tender spot on the inner topside of her pubic bone. This sent her over the top. I quickly removed my fingers and sucked her whole vagina into my wide open mouth. The vacuum suctioned me to her as she exploded. "I am cominggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg" she yelled as her body convulsed strongly in response to my targeted attentions. My mouth was filled over and over as I clutched hold of her hips to keep my mouth clamped to her pussy. Her hips bucked widely, each wave making her trust her mound into my mouth. Slowly her orgasm passed and I relaxed my grip, licking her swollen lips and tasting the thick creaminess of her deepest juices. I turned and sat, fully sitting under her body now, with my back again the cupboard door. I used my thumbs to pry her labia open and attached my mouth firmly upon her mound again. I flattened my tongue and ran it from her anus to her clit and back again, slurping up her flow with as much noise as I could make. Her hips bucked as I made contact with her oversensitive clitoris and she ground her arse hard down onto my mouth urging me to eat her pussy. I slapped her rump hard once more reminding her not to let go of the sink. She grunted her agreement as I continued to drink her in. Slowly I pushed both thumbs up into her vagina. Her muscles gripping the invaders trying to draw them deeper. I pushed them fully inside, stopped then slowly withdrew drawing a flood of wetness. I smeared the flow across her anus using slow rotating movements of my thumbs to get her rear hole to relax. With each rotation I pressed upward more firmly until I felt it was time to move on. I quickly dipped my thumb back into her pussy them pressed it firmly into her arse. I heard her gasp and catch her breath as I forced my thumb into her virgin arse. A long guttural groan followed as I pushed the thumb completely up into her rear. I felt her bend her knees slightly to try and open her arse some more which only pressed her body onto my thumb even more. I held still, feeling her arse flinching as it got used to being opened in this foreign way. I then reached up and entered her pussy, using three fingers in a slow twisting motion. She shuddered and choked off a cry of pleasure as I finger fucked her slowly, grinding my knuckles against her swollen clit each time I fully entered her. I kept my thumb firmly imbedded in her arse as I started to fuck her pussy with more powerful upward strokes. I watched fascinated as her inner lips pulled down with my fingers as they withdrew, their dark redness glistening with the overflow of vaginal fluid dripping from her gorgeous body onto the floor. Gradually I started building the pace, pulling back and re-entering her flooding womanhood faster and harder in response to her cries and pleading for me to make her come. Looking up and saw her head lolling from side to side, her lips parted as the waves of pending orgasm ebbed and flowed but forever building to a crescendo. Fast and faster I plunged up into her body, delighting in the ecstasy she was feeling. My own senses were flying in conjunction with Michelle's, it was as if I was building to climax as well, my mind was consumed with being with this gorgeous, and previously untouchable, woman and now being able to make her climax so beautifully. Her ribbed channel clenched my fingers as I relentlessly pistoned up deep inside her. She tensed suddenly, her whole body clenching, every muscle clamping tight. "Oh Ray... going to... " the words caught in her throat., "come, god yessssssss." "Ffffuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed as she came hard on my fingers. She held my fingers deep inside her, the whole of her body shaking violently, her hair even draping into the sink water. As her flood gates burst, Michelle filled my mouth with a river of hot woman cum. There was nothing for me to do now but to suck her pussy dry, which I did, swallowing every mouthful of juice that she gave me. She came hard, pulsing wave after wave racking her body like the effects of a powerful earthquake. I gently withdrew my fingers from her trembling body and felt her body go limp. I eased her to the floor beside me and took her face in my hands, and covered her mouth with mine. Our lips parted, and our tongues met, I knew that Michelle was getting another a good taste of her own cum, which was mixed with my saliva. She sucked my cum coated tongue into her mouth, again and again, until it was clean. Long minutes passed as we enjoyed the simple pleasure of just being together. Neither of us wanted to move but we both knew that eventually we must. "Oh Ray that was exquisite and so selfless. Thank you." She said with a trace of suppressed emotion. "Ssshhhh now," I whispered. "I definitely enjoyed every moment just as much as you, believe me." I smiled and kissed her brow. She snuggled into my shoulder. "We'll have to do this again." "Definitely." Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 02 The sun rose majestically over Beckbury, burning away the cobwebs of the night long since passed as it sought to illuminate the town. The postman that morning was carrying a very important cargo -- though of course, he didn't realise it. Five envelopes. Five plain white manila envelopes made their way through the postal system and landed on five very different doorsteps. The contents of those five envelopes prompted five entirely different reactions. "So, dinner at the big house," Mark muttered as he looked at the invitation. "Great, just what I needed -- that means I'll need to get my tuxedo back from the dry cleaners." "Oh well, that will be nice," Abbie commented as she finished buttoning her jeans up. "Can you take a guest?" "I doubt it," Mark replied. "Although I'll bet that you've got one of these waiting for you at home too." "Well, if I have you can come and pick me up," She said as she made her way towards the door. "You know I hate turning up to those sort of things on my own." She unlocked the door and stepped out into the fresh air, pausing only to look back at Mark in his boxer shorts. "Thanks for your help last night." "No problem." He said, rubbing his clean-shaven chin as his mind was absorbed with thoughts cascading out of a hundred different ideas. ****** At the opposite end of Beckbury a telephone rang. As she fumed at the invitation in her hands, she scooped the receiver up. "Ash," Steph's voice was crystal clear. "What are you wearing to this little shindig that the new Lord of the Manor is hosting?" "Something light absorbent -- then he won't see me when I shoot the bastard in his bed." Ash fumed. "Now, now, what did we discuss in the Bentley?" Steph replied, dismissing Ash's frustration. "I'm wearing the cerise Julien, so make sure we don't clash." ****** "I'm so glad you could all join me this evening," Hamilton said. "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this night." "Cut the bullshit Hamilton," Ash sounded irritated. "Just spill the beans -- what do you want?" "Oooh, cutting straight to the point there Lady Ash," Hamilton responded. "Very direct. I like that." He stood up, walked away from the table and made his way to a small cupboard at the back of the dining room. As he returned the five dinner guests could see that he was holding several brown envelopes in his hands. "Okay, what say you all to playing a little guessing game called guess the contents of the envelope?" "Guessing game?" Abbie asked. "Yeah, you know, like you used to do as a kid," Hamilton replied as he threw one of the envelopes at each guest. "For example, let's start with you young Miss King -- what would Mommy and Daddy say if they found out that their little princess was a paid contract killer who had caused part of Daddy's business empire to crumble by removing one of his most productive executives at the behest of his wife when she found out that he was having an affair?" "Or, what about Lady Hearne?" Hamilton said. "How would the media react to the fact that whilst you were standing dutifully by your late husband's side at all those dinner parties you'd also been in the employ of her Majesty's Research Department, wiping out all those troublesome double agents floating around the colonies during the last days of the cold war?" "Now, to Mr Atkins, the delightful lawyer," Hamilton's smile resembled that of the Cheshire cat as he looked at Ian. "Just how did you finagle the charges of those Serbian war criminals down to effectively time served I wonder? I'm sure the world would love to hear about that. I'm also sure that everyone here in Beckbury would love to see what you've got stored in that safe of yours in your office; you remember, the one that's wired to explode should someone get the combination wrong." "Oooh, let's not forget you either, Mr Cooper," Hamilton's gaze locked onto Mark. "Brain the size of a planet, owner of an IQ that would make you blush, and you spend your days in that garage of yours, tinkering around with god knows what. I'm sure that Lady Hearne here would be interested to learn about your trading of identities of members of the security forces with interested parties around the globe that just happened to cause the deaths of two of her protection detail. Oh, and the fact that you were behind the collapse of that building society last year. Did they ever find the four hundred million pound hole in their accounts?" "Finally, we come to the crown jewel in this little tiara," Hamilton purred as he moved back towards his chair at the head of the table. "Lady Elizabeth Ash." He paused for a second. "I've always held a special fondness for our cousins from across the pond -- which doesn't really gel with a body count as large as yours. Do the CIA or FBI realise you're currently hiding practically under their nose here? I didn't think so. I wonder what they would do if they realised that their rogue assassin was a Brit, and hiding out here in good old Blighty?" He looked at each of them and his voice became colder. "Inside each envelope is a copy of your particular past sins and who they will be sent to in the event of any...unfortunate incidents." "Okay Keyser fucking Soze," Mark said. "You've made your point -- you know everything about us, now what do you want?" "Yes," Steph added as she glared at Mark. "Just what is the point of this little soiree?" "Oh, I'd have thought that was obvious by now," Hamilton said as he leaned back in his chair. "I'm proposing a deal. You assist me to get what I want and I -- in turn -- will make sure that no one learns of your little community here." "Well, it appears that you have us by the knackers as my old man used to say," Ian said. "So I don't see as we have any choice in the matter." "Oh, you don't," Hamilton said. "I just thought it would be fun to see the looks on your faces when I announced my intentions." He took a sip from his glass of wine. "Now, to business..." **** ... "So, let's get this straight," Ian said as he swirled the whiskey around his glass. "You want us to break into a Ministry of Defence research installation and steal a bacteria sample?" "Oh, it's a little bit more than a bacteria sample," Hamilton answered. "I want you to steal the Screamager virus." The room was silent. "Fuck off." Mark said. "No chance." "I've heard of that before," Abbie added. "I was paid to steal it, only I couldn't get hold of it within the window I had." "Well, I'm obviously having to play catch up here," Ash said. "Would someone please explain to me what this screaming me-me is." "It's a doomsday virus," Mark said. "Unleash one drop of it and you create a plague more virulent than the Black Death was back in the day. One hundred percent fatal -- no exceptions." "I thought that they'd destroyed all the samples of it?" Steph asked. "Not according to the inventory at Pendle Hill Laboratory," Hamilton said. "Which is where you'll be stealing it from." "Look, you realise that there's no vaccine for the Screamager virus -- you release that and everyone -- I mean everyone -- is dead." Mark said. Hamilton nodded. "I have no intention of releasing it, I'm simply using it as a bargaining tool," He said. "Once I have possession of the Screamager then I will inform the authorities that unless they wish me to unleash it on the general population, they will evacuate the centre of London so you can steal what I'm really after." "And what's that?" Ian asked. "Ooh, patience Mr Atkins," Hamilton replied. "You need to learn to crawl before you can learn to walk." He stood up and walked towards the large wooden double doors at the end of the dining room. "And now, I bid you all a good evening. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here." **** The five of them filtered out of the dining room through the other set of doors, entering the main hallway and were directed to the exit by a rather bulky looking butler. As they made their way towards the exit, Mark felt a hand on his shoulder. "Okay Steph, spit it out." He said without turning around. "If I'd known that you were responsible for the deaths of Tom and Peter I'd have buried you the first day you set foot in this town." Steph whispered. Mark nodded and turned to face her. "Fine, if that's the way you want to play this then go ahead," he said, his voice calm and reasoned. "However, I'll warn you now that I won't go down without a fight and you can guarantee that whatever you do to me, I'll reply threefold." "Don't threaten me young man." Steph's voice was stern, yet she saw something in Mark's eyes that was different, something almost alien in its aspect. "Then don't threaten me," he responded, aware that everyone else in the room was watching the pair of them. "You've no idea of what I'm capable of. You think I'm some geeky little nerd, but don't let the glasses fool you - you're positively last century compared to me." Mark stepped back and turned away for a second before he looked back at Steph. She could see something boiling away under the surface, like there was something he wanted to get off his chest but he was prevented from saying it. He spun on his heels and stalked out of the building. "Mmm, awkward." Ash said, and then followed Mark. Abbie looked at Ian, who then left the room. Steph looked at Abbie, who took a step towards the older lady. "If you want," Abbie's tone was hushed, almost conspiratorial. "I could do him for you -- I can get close to him and deal with it. He might not see it coming from me." "Thank you for the offer my dear," Steph said. "But when the time comes I want to be the one to do it." **** Once they were outside of the warm confines of the Manor house, the quintet seemed to be dispersing towards their cars. "Look, we need to talk about this." Ian said. Everyone stopped in their tracks, looking at each other. "Okay -- what about Ian's place in ten minutes?" Abbie asked. Steph looked at Ash, then at Mark. "Why there?" she asked. "It's neutral ground." Mark said. "Well, as neutral as possible under the circumstances." ****** "I think we need to establish some ground rules," announced Ash once they were all seated in his musty study. "And the first one is quite simple. There's no way I would trust Hamilton with a deadly virus. If something went wrong and he was heading for a fall I judge that he would release it without a second thought. Does anyone disagree?" She waited a moment then when no one responded she continued. "Second though, I would really like to find out what he's really after if a doomsday virus isn't it." "You have a point," said Abbie. "I'm curious about that too." Steph and Mark nodded, noticed each other doing it and abruptly stopped. Ian sat there with his hands steepled, giving nothing of his thoughts away. "And thirdly," said Ash with a small smile, "I'm sure we could all think of things to do in a deserted central London for a few hours!" At this Ian couldn't restrain a predatory grin. After a moment Abbie joined him. "So what you are saying dear is that we have to find an appropriate substitute for this Screamager virus." Steph took a deep breath and then continued reluctantly. "It seems to me that Mr Cooper is the only one of us with the technical ability to come up with something suitable." "Why thank you, Lady Hearne," said Mark. "But do call me Mark, after all, I'd rather be on first name terms with any potential executioner," He looked across at Abbie at this point as well. Steph sniffed. "I'd much rather call you a hearse! My guards were good men. However," she continued as Mark opened his mouth to retort, "I am unsure that all my targets were deserving of death. So since I agree that we cannot allow Hamilton the real thing I give my word that I will not have Mr Coop... Mark killed. I won't even blackball him from the County Ball next month." "Oh good," said Abbie. "You can take me as your partner." "Before we get sidetracked," said Ian sternly, "we need to know whether Mark can find or produce a convincing substitute." All eyes turned to him. He looked down for a moment as he thought. Then he looked up. "It should be possible with a suitably complex molecular structure. Actually, according to my sources it isn't a virus. It's a trinary chemical agent. The binary component is a really nasty nerve gas while the third compound gives it an almost virus like ability to propagate. It was also supposed to denature after a while, but of course there was no way to test it. So it might just be very nasty indeed or it might really be doomsday. Nobody actually knows for certain after the initial tests on some little island off the coast of Scotland." "So we are going to have to steal it anyway," said Ash. "If we do steal it though I want it destroyed." "It will require careful preparation to do that, but given suitable acid and containment it should be possible, especially if we burn the whole setup afterwards at a very high temperature." "So Mark has two things to prepare," said Steph. "Ian, can you provide any papers we might need." "Yes," said Ian simply. "That leaves the three of us for the theft ladies. Given my years I'll provide the Bentley and drive it." "That leaves you and me, Lady Ash," said Abbie. "Just Ash, Abbie. Yes that suits me. I wouldn't trust a man anyway. No offence," she added. "And none taken I'm sure," said Ian. "It seems then that we have a plan. If we're to get through this, then we all work together. Agreed?" He looked at each one in turn. "Yes," said Abbie. "Agreed," said Steph. "Groovy," said Mark. "Yes," said Ash. "This calls for a toast," said Ian. "Two things though," added Ash. "First I still get to kill the rat when we find a way to keep ourselves safe." "You have had the biggest upset. Agreed," said Steph. "Second. Can we please not be Canadians next time?" "I rather like that camouflage. Still I can get by in Danish. More so than anyone likely to stop us at least. So would Danish plates suit you, my lady?" ********* After breakfast the next morning Ash took the keys and got into the Range Rover. Carefully dilapidated it could give many sports cars a run for their money thanks to the hard work done by the owner of Beckbury Garage. It was a five minute drive to the small wood at the edge of Beckbury Common. Ash parked carefully and after a careful look round walked into the trees. About ten yards in there was a small mound by a tree that had been hit by lightning around ten years before. She reached into a blackened hole in it and pressed the button. There was a faint whirring and then part of the mound lifted smoothly and Ash entered. The original exit to the secret tunnel had been too manual for her taste but the updated version worked fine. Ash closed the entrance and then checked the control box. None of the alarms had been set off. So she strode confidently down the tunnel. Getting to the entrance by road was far longer than the route of the tunnel. It was still a respectable two hundred yards underground before she reached the mansion which until recently had been her home. The original part had been an early sixteenth century building noted for its unevenly sized rooms and small staircases. As with many other such mansions this had allowed the incorporation not only of the underground escape but also spy holes and a small hidden priest's hole where Catholic clergy could hide. These days though it fulfilled a less exalted purpose. Ash quickly checked out the spy holes. The current bane of her life was ensconced in the study talking to someone on the phone. She was tempted to resolve her problem on the spot but the others had a point. She could relocate to Spain, Brazil or a number of other countries with little problem but many of the others were tied to the old country. It wouldn't be fair for her to ignore their needs. So she checked that the remainder of the secret observation points were intact and that the entrance to the house end of the tunnel was firmly bolted. Then she headed for the small hidden room that was now her armoury. She selected three MP5s -- Steph wouldn't want to feel she was being left out of the action -- and ammunition and a number of tiny shaped charged explosives and a selection of smoke and tear gas grenades. Pistols were already available to the three of them, of course. The bits and pieces went into a small rucksack and she set off. She really needed to get the tunnel widened, she thought, as she knocked herself several times on the weapons as she headed back to the Range Rover through the tunnel. She loaded them into the back and spread an old tarpaulin over them before driving back to the lodge. **** After checking her appearance and brushing off a few cobwebs and bits of stray vegetation she set off into the village. She exchanged greetings with several residents but only Karin stopped her to commiserate on her current difficulties. Ash managed to continue after several minutes and pondered Karin's offer. She had an acquaintance in Chile whom Karin was sure could disappear Herr Hamilton for Lady Ash. Something about needing new coverings for her lampshades! Abbie's house when she reached it was a substantial thirties building. She knocked, and over a cup of tea they discussed the break-in. When they were reasonably satisfied they invited Steph over and went through things again. The repetition was important to avoid mistakes. Beside Steph had some useful points to make. Then it was back to the lodge via the local post-office. Ash needed some stamps. The Postmistress was a lovely redhead with a Scottish accent Ash knew only as Siobhan. She too offered her 'professional' help, especially with a rifle. Ash promised that if anything occurred she would certainly call on her. It just needed Ian's confirmation that Mark was ready and then they could set things into motion. ***** As the BMW series 8 pulled up in the sloping driveway of house, Ian wound down the window and pressed the buzzer on the intercom. "Mark, its Ian. Open up." He said. "Yeah, I'm in the garage." The response through the speaker was garbled and distorted -- then the gates slowly retracted. Ian drove his car up and parked it next to a partly restored Mustang that had been sitting in the drive. Ian got out of the BMW and approached the garage, pausing to see how the project was developing. The car now had a new interior it seemed, which was an improvement on the burned out shell that had been present less than a month ago. Mark's garage had caused some consternation among the more established members of the Beckbury community when he had first arrived. The renovation work he had undertaken on the house itself had been approved -- applauded in fact as the property had been lying empty for some time after the previous owner had met with an unfortunate accident one night at a dinner party hosted by Lady Ash. From the reports in the local media at the time, it appeared that the late occupant of the property had suffered from a nasty case of lead poisoning. The garage though was something entirely different. What had previously been a small brick construct that was capable of holding two cars was now something akin to a small aircraft hangar built just off to the side of the house. The residents had protested -- several of them approaching Ian about taking legal action, others about taking more direct action -- and their complaints had resulted in a town meeting. That was the night when Mark had demonstrated his usefulness to the community at large. Upon arrival at the town hall, Mark had proceeded to listen to each complaint in turn, duly noting the comments made by the powerful residents. When they had finished, he had produced a laptop from his briefcase. The display was fed through a projector and the lights dimmed. He then proceeded to explain how -- an hour before the meeting -- he had launched a small electronic drone to "buzz" the local RAF base just enough to provoke a response from them. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 02 The makeshift screen showed that the military had scrambled several helicopters and aircraft to locate the intruder and were pursuing it back towards Beckbury. The air of the town hall was filled with the radio communications between the authorities and their land based counterparts. Everyone was in uproar, rightly pointing out that this could lead to unwarranted attention -- until they realised that the pursuing military aircraft had suddenly lost the drone from their radar, with a similar problem afflicting the ground based equipment too. The drone simply hovered there, holding its location as the military aircraft swept past it. They continued to search for the unidentified intruder for several more minutes before breaking off and heading back to the RAF base. Mark closed down the laptop and stood before his peers to a stunned silence. Not only was Beckbury off the grid as far as any ordnance survey map was concerned, it was now completely invisible to any means of electronic detection. Since then, Mark had become the person to talk to about any equipment that people may need in their day to day affairs -- whether it was a new satellite TV system or a stealth boat to get in and out of a harbour without being noticed. The doors to the garage opened and a figure clothed in industrial welding gear walked out into the daylight. Mark lifted up the mask to reveal a beaming smile on his face. "You alright Ian?" He asked. Ian nodded. "Yes, you?" "Sound as a pound mate," Mark answered. "You want a drink?" he gestured for Ian to follow him into the garage. "What have you got?" he said as he followed Mark to a fridge in the corner of what was nominally Mark's workshop. Ian took note of the large sealed unit that dominated the centre of the floor. "Beer, coke, Jack Daniels, vodka," Mark muttered. "As well as the usual air stewardess options of tea, coffee or hot chocolate." "Tea will be fine. It's a bit early in the morning for alcohol." Ian commented. "Please tell me that toilet is not functional." Ian said, looking at the device in the corner of the room. "Oh that. No, it's not," Mark laughed. "But I always do my best thinking sitting on the loo, oddly enough. Whenever I hit the wall I go and sit on the kermode there and ponder the grand mysteries of life." "I can see you've been busy over the last couple of days." "Oh yeah, the cage." Mark said as he switched the kettle on. "Follow me, I'll give you the tour." He led Ian across to the steel box. "So, we have two chambers," he said as he opened a pressurised door. "First chamber is for the operator -- you go in there and control everything that happens in the second chamber from either this terminal here or with the remote arms there." Ian saw the large multi-screened terminal sitting in the first room and a large glass wall with two holes bored into it, through which there were two heavy-duty robotic arms that protruded into the sealed section. "You pop the sample in through the slot over there..." Mark indicated to a small slot in the sealed area. "...and Robert is your Mother's Brother, you're good to go." "What's with the robotic arms?" Ian asked. Mark smiled. "Funny you should mention those," he picked up a glass jar from a work surface. "The acidic compound I need to use to breakdown the virus is too strong for any conventional biohazard gloves -- it'll eat through that stuff like a knife through soft tissue -- so I want to be as far away from it as possible when I'm using it." "Sounds like you've got everything covered." Ian replied as Mark stepped out of the metal cubicle. "Not quite," Mark said as Ian followed him towards the kettle. "Screamager has some particularly peculiar properties from what I understand." He knelt down and picked up a small, black container and handed it to Ian. "You'll need to give this to the ladies for later on." "What is it?" "It's a biohazard container with a liquid nitrogen shell, a bit like a flask," Mark replied as he scooped up a small telephone-type device and passed it to Ian. "They need to transfer the sample to it within three minutes of shutting down the containment unit, otherwise the sample will start to vaporise as it warms up and they'll be dead before they know it. If they get any problems, they can call me directly on that two way unit -- I'll be listening out for it all night." "Okay," Ian sounded slightly nervous. "Look, I need to know just what the hell is this thing that Hamilton wants us to steal? It sounds worse the more I hear about it." "Oh the joys of the cold war," Mark muttered. "Screamager was the last of the Big Bad NBC weapons that either side developed in the race to trump one another to achieve the most effective way of wiping out the enemy. It was the brainchild of Wolfgang Blicke, a German scientist working for NATO -- although officially, they'd never admit to that, what with the ban on developing this type of technology." "Unfortunately, Screamager was deemed to be too effective -- once deployed they just couldn't control it." Mark continued as he finished making the tea and passed a mug to Ian. "It was an indiscriminate killer that worked by turning the body's immune system against itself -- they theorised that the only folks left alive would be those without an immune system, and they probably wouldn't survive long in a post apocalyptic world anyway." Both of them pondered the point for a moment. "Then the Berlin Wall came down and we all made like friends. It was supposed to have been destroyed." Mark paused for a minute. "Until now." "Wow." Ian said. "How the hell do you know so much about it?" "Well, that's another story," Mark said, his mood lifting slightly. "I did a little work for the Ministry of Defence a few years ago and I...liberated some files that contained details of all their dirty laundry that they didn't want the world to know about." He took a drink from the mug. "But you probably already knew that." "Actually, I didn't," Ian answered. "There are a couple of holes in your file that I've been keen to fill in, that's covered one of them." "Oh yes, you and your files," Mark leaned against the counter. "Each to their own." "Well, I consider it my insurance policy -- I know enough things about critical people to ensure that I'm safe from any...reprisals, let's just put it like that," Ian said with a rueful smile on his face. "Plus I have my uses to folks here in Beckbury, just like you." "We all have uses Ian," Mark said as he finished his tea and pulled the welders mask back down over his face. "It's just a question of whether we outlive them or not." ****** "Did you see the tits on that Canadian bitch?" asked Corporal Thomas, whose ancestors might be Welsh but whose accent was definitely London. "That would be Major Howard," said Sergeant Porter. "No sexist remarks in the modern army thank you, Corporal! Although I'll concede Captain King is pleasant on the eye." Actually he wondered if the Major had her hair back so firmly and wore glasses to distract attention from her appearance. He still had doubts about women in the army, but King was the sort of woman officer he respected: she knew her stuff and didn't hide her femininity. Some of the butch ones were a pain! On the other hand it couldn't be much fun for Howard looking like a supermodel. He wondered why she had chosen the army over the catwalk. **** The company adjutant however knew that regardless of their appearance the two women were a pain. Admittedly a pleasant one, but snap security inspections were always trouble. Still by arriving the day before the two women from CARDE -- the Canadian Armament and Research Development Establishment, one of the various joint operational units that kept appearing and disappearing - had shown how they intended to play the game. He had twelve hours to make sure the unit looked good. Undoubtedly they'd find enough things to justify the inspection, but given that much warning nothing that would put a black mark on his record. He wondered for a moment what the British one would be like in bed! Speaking of which he'd have to be up early to do a detailed round of the research base before the inspection started. **** Abbie looked smart in her British army uniform, with a signals flash as well as the CARDE tag. She slid the silenced pistol into her waistband beneath the uniform jacket and then picked up the MP5, checking that the training ammunition magazine was the one inserted. She looked at her watch and smiled at Lady Ash. "Well we did tell him the inspection was today!" It was three minutes after midnight. She'd spent the evening with the junior officers in the Mess. Since she was there to inspect them they had kept away from anything like talking shop but she'd still managed to confirm the details from her abortive previous attempt were still valid. Ian's documentation had passed muster with amazing ease. Ash was less prepared and so had kept to her quarters all evening. **** Ash picked up the gasmask and pocketed half a dozen tear gas grenades. She had the job of diverting the bulk of the defenders while Abbie went for the Pendle Hill Laboratory secure storage building. They had agreed to keep casualties to the minimum, but a few people had to die to prove the thieves' determination. "I'll give you five minutes to get in position," She told Abbie. "And then I'm going to make our hosts very unhappy." Steph had been dozing in the Bentley. People didn't realize how unpleasant diplomatic duties could be in some less advanced countries, so it wasn't the most uncomfortable position she'd been in, but it still took a few moments to gather her senses when Ash's text arrived. The MP5 and the wire cutters were both beneath the driver's seat so she was en route in less than a minute. She drove past the laboratory gate, noticing the two soldiers on duty, and stopped around two hundred yards further along the perimeter. Despite Ash's quiet reconnaissance the previous day she still made a careful scan through both low light and infra-red glasses before she got out of the car and set to work cutting a gap in the fence. She was still not finished when the night exploded with flashes and sirens. The young Second Lieutenant's eyes widened as Major Howard entered and he registered the silenced MP5. His training held and he hit the alarm button as she fired. He felt three light thumps on his chest and looked down at the fluorescent dye. "This surprise inspection is now underway and you are dead, Lieutenant! Now sit there until you are told you can come back to life." She smiled at him. It was quite a production. "Good reflexes with the alarm by the way," she added and then disappeared. Quarters here were pretty good, and Sergeant Porter had his own small room in the barracks. He awoke instantly as the alarm went off and rolled out of bed. Ignoring his state of partial undress he ran into the main room of the barracks block. Other NCO's were also appearing. Then the room lit up. Immediately after there was a small explosion and gas started to fill the room. "This is an inspection and you are all fucking dead!" screamed Ash. She pulled the gas mask on and proceeded to move around the room, shooting bewildered soldiers once in the chest or back of the head. She tossed another flash grenade and then retreated outside. She quickly attached the cord she'd just tied to the gas grenade fixed to the other side of the doorway. Then she jogged towards the officer's quarters. The CO and the adjutant lived off base but the junior officers were all available as targets. Moving as fast as she ever had Ash quickly disposed of two of the three with blank rounds and a quick explanation. The third appeared holding a rifle. Obviously a veteran. He registered his colleagues sitting on the grass in dye-spattered pyjamas and paused. Then he stiffened as a warm muzzle lightly touched his neck. "Good try Lieutenant, but I'm afraid not quite quick enough," said Ash quietly, a slight mid-Atlantic tone to her voice. "This is a surprise inspection and you are now a terrorist victim. Give me the rifle and sit down please." Grudgingly he handed over the rifle. Ash noted that it was a personal weapon. "I'll make sure to keep it safe for you," she promised. Then the MP5 sent three dye bullets against his chest. "Damn!" he muttered as she disappeared round the building. **** Carrying the small Biohazard container Abbie walked openly towards the secure storage facility. There should be two soldiers on duty. "Halt, who goes there?" said a voice from the darkness surrounding the building. "This is an unscheduled readiness inspection," announced Abbie. "Announce yourself soldier." "Ma'am. Private MacAllister," said the soldier stepping into view and bracing to attention. Then he stared as Abbie brought up the silenced automatic from behind her back and fired into him. "Oh shi..." he managed before collapsing. "Jock? What's happening?" said another voice, this time with a Geordie accent. Behind her Abbie heard the siren start. The other soldier ran up, fiddling with his rifle. Phutt! Phutt! Phutt! The soldier screamed once and then collapsed. Quickly Abbie removed his and MacAllister's weapons and piled them beside the main entrance. She placed two small charges against the hinges and then stepped back before triggering them. The explosions were small and drowned by the noise at the barracks. She pulled on some night vision goggles and then quickly pulled the damage door open and entered. She walked down the corridor to the fourth room and proceeded to blow the door off that as well. When she removed the goggles and turned the light on she could see that the pressurized room contained several working tops and a half-dozen large refrigerators. Walking to the fourth of these she attached a small device and used it to brute force the combination. When it beeped a minute later she pulled the door open. The wash of cold air was invigorating. The vials she sought was in a small safety container already, just labelled 'Batch 1164'. She quickly placed it into the container and then carefully resecured the refrigerator before leaving. She brought round the sling supporting the MP5 and dumped the pistol. In emergency she had a magazine of armour-piercing bullets for her automatic weapon as well as the dye rounds. But hopefully no one else need die tonight. Of course if containment failed she and everyone around her would be dead within four days! **** Steph waited in the cover of some bushes by the gap in the fence, her MP5 ready. The siren had by now stopped and she heard the sound of quiet running from inside the fence. "Pocahontas," said Abbie's in a quiet voice. "Come ahead," said Steph. Another three minutes passed as they both waited alertly. Then more running feet approached. "Pocahontas!" Steph noticed that Ash's voice still had the slight accent she had adopted. It was a reassuringly professional touch. "Come ahead," she replied once again. Once reunited, the women headed for the Bentley. Abbie slid into the back with her precious cargo, while Ash added the cosmetic touches to the car before getting in beside her. Steph returned her weapon to beneath her seat and started the engine before rotating the number plates to the newly made Danish licence. Once they were ten miles away, Ash contacted Mark on the unit he had provided. Everything now depended on him. There was no way Hamilton was getting the virus, she vowed to herself once more. ***************************** It was the early hours of the morning by the time Steph pulled the Bentley to a halt outside Mark's house. She flashed her headlights twice, triggering an automatic response with the internal security system to open the gates. The stately vehicle glided up the drive, gracefully stopping outside the doors of the garage. Ian stepped out as the doors swung open, signalling for the car to enter the cavernous expanse. Steph guided the Bentley inside as Ian shut the door behind them, securing it from the outside world. The doors opened and the occupants stepped out, Abbie carrying the precious cargo in her hands. "Evening ladies," the voice was distorted and uneven, shortly followed by heavy footsteps on the hard stone floor. "I understand you have something for me?" Mark was wearing a bright orange hazmat suit, his face encased in a complex mask with breathing apparatus attached to his back. Abbie stepped forward, holding the biohazard container with outstretched hands. "Here you go, Dr Freeman," she joked as he took it from her. "Oooh, Candygram for Mongo," Mark replied. "You okay?" He asked. Everyone could hear the concerned tone in his voice. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Abbie replied as she followed him across to the steel cage in the room. He shrugged as he opened the door to the second part of the makeshift lab. After he had placed the container inside and secured the door again, he took a moment to address his guests. "Okay people," Mark said. "I'm going to be abit busy for the next few hours -- there are drinks in the fridge, food in the kitchen and beds in the spare rooms if anyone wants to have a kip." The door sealed behind him as he stepped inside, leaving the room silent. "Well," Steph said. "I don't know about you folks but I could do with a drink." Ash and Abbie nodded. "I'll do the honours." Ian said. "Fantastic," Ash said. "Something strong and long will do." She then looked over at Abbie. "So, what's going on with you and Mark?" "Nothing. Why?" Abbie answered. "Oh, no reason." Ash said. **** Three hours into their night time vigil, she wasn't sure how long she had been watching him inside the cage -- the narrow slots of Perspex that doubled up as windows only afforded Ash a restricted view of his activities inside the sealed metal construct -- but his current behaviour was beginning to fill her with dread. He had been moving about erratically now for several minutes, his arms and legs flailing around in an uncoordinated manner as he randomly moved about the compartment. "Please tell me that everything is okay." Steph's question alerted Ash to her counterpart's present. "Or has he overstretched his reach and killed us all?" "Not sure -- he's been moving around like that for a few minutes now," Ash said. "I guess the only way we'll find out is to press the intercom." Her finger hovered over the button for a second, almost like she was dreading the response she was about to receive. Steph reached over and pressed down on Ash's finger. "...Blue Canary in the outlet by the light switch; who watches over you; make a little birdhouse in your soul; not to put too fine a point on it; say I'm the only bee in your bonnet; make a little birdhouse in your soul..." "He's singing." Ash said as she failed to contain the smile on her face while they watched Mark shuffle and jig around the confined room, his arms moving wildly as his head bounced up and down. "And that must be his idea of dancing." Steph almost baulked at the suggestion. "Then he'll need lessons before the county ball," Steph snorted. "I can't possibly have anyone behaving like that in public." "Hey, Sparky!" Ash spoke into the intercom. Mark seemed to freeze in place. "How's it going in there?" He shuffled over to the intercom on his side of the sealed room. "Oh, just great." He said, sounding slightly out of breath. "I finished up about twenty minutes ago. It's all ready." "Great," Ash said. "Get out here then and tell me how to operate your cappuccino machine." The door seal hissed for a second, allowing stale, recycled air to escape. Mark stepped out of the room, closed the door behind him and then removed his helmet. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass vial that was about the size of a test tube that he handed to Ash. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 02 "There you go," He said. "Screamager-lite, diet Screamager, Screamager Zero, whatever you want to call it." Ash studied it for a second. "You're sure this is harmless now?" "Well, relatively." Mark replied. "It's as safe as it's ever going to get." "Perfect." She said, and then looked at Mark as Steph began to make her way out of the garage. "Well done." "Aw, don't mention it." He replied as he began to remove himself from the hazmat suit. "It's all for a greater good, right?" Ash nodded and then turned to follow Steph. "You know, I would never have pegged you as a They Might Be Giants fan." She said as she left. "Hey, you know me," Mark's reply was coy. "I'm full of surprises." **** Hamilton stared at the two vials in his hands. He passed it before his eyes several times, allowing the light suspended from the ceiling to pour through the liquid, giving it a strange amber colour. "So, these are the concentrated sample?" He asked. Ash nodded on behalf of the five individuals gathered in the small study. "Yes, just as you asked." She looked over at Mark. "Fantastic," Hamilton's voice was filled with awe. "Truly inspiring. So, to weaponize it...?" "You just need to add water," Mark said. "Just like concentrated orange squash." "Wonderful," Hamilton said, his gaze never breaking from the vial of liquid in his fingers. "What happens if I used it neat?" "Well, it would work about seventy times faster," Mark answered. "Lethality would be achieved in under sixty seconds. Why?" Hamilton ignored him as a door at the back of the study opened and a non-descript individual entered dressed in a suit. Hamilton handed him the sample. "Please take this down to the vault Mr Jones," Hamilton instructed the man. He duly nodded and carefully carried the vial out of the room. "So, I read about the incursion at the laboratory -- and it appears that you kept casualties to a minimum." "Any more than were necessary would have brought more...intense scrutiny." Steph answered. "Besides, the authorities will have already dispatched agents to begin their investigation..." "Precisely!" Hamilton exclaimed, suddenly standing up from his chair and pulling a green cover off a cupboard. Underneath it was a television monitor and a remote control that their host picked up. He aimed it at the screen and pressed a button. "You'd never believe what I found snooping around the grounds this morning!" The screen flickered into life and there were several sharp intakes of breath. The image was stark. Shackled to a chair was a figure dressed in black. The room was illuminated by harsh electrical strip lighting -- but several of the occupants of the study recognised the figure tied to that chair. Agent Rapid. "So, you can imagine my surprise when my security team located Agent Rapid lurking around the property." Hamilton said. "However, this gives me a perfect chance to test out my new toy, after all, competent staff are so hard to find these days and I'd hate to waste one of them to check the validity of your gift." Everyone saw the assistant called Jones enter the room, this time dressed in protective clothing, not unlike the same sort of outfit that Mark had been wearing less than twelve hours ago. He was carrying a small piston driven chemical dropper in his one hand and a small sheet of glass in the other. The six people in the study held their collective breath as they watched Jones place a droplet of the primary Screamager chemical on the glass slide. Less than thirty seconds later they began to see the effects of it on the captive secret agent. He strained at the restraints on his wrists and ankles, thrashing his head around as his eyes became bloodshot. Rapid's movements became more pronounced as the gag around his mouth became stained with a sticky red-brown substance. He was arching his back now, almost throwing himself out of the chair as his body tried to resist the effects of the virus -- but it was a losing cause. Another minute and his physical protestations began to weaken, and a minute later he was still. Jones placed a device against Rapid's neck, looked at it, then gave a thumbs up signal to the camera before covering the body in a fluid from a container in the corner of the room. The image shut off before anyone could see what happened after this. "Perfect!" Hamilton said. "And to think that I doubted you all -- I was so sure you were going to swap out the virus for some sort of poor substitute." **** No one spoke as they left the house. Once outside though, Ash grabbed Mark's arm and pushed viciously, forcing him up against the wall. In the blink of an eye she had a blade at his throat. "I said you had to destroy it," her intensity almost led to her spitting in his face. "I trusted you..." He could feel the blade moving slightly. "I said it was as harmless as it was going to get," he said through gritted teeth. "Now, before you do something really stupid," Mark said. "Look down." Then Ash felt it -- a short-barrelled pistol buried in her stomach. "Even if you slit my throat, the neurons in my brain will fire with enough time to tell my finger to pull the trigger." She paused for a second with everyone else looking on. "Something else for you to consider," he added. "Have you ever bought a used car?" Mark asked Ash. She nodded, not seeing where he was going. Part of her just wanted to tear open his jugular, but part of her hadn't seen Mark as that kind of betrayer. "Then you understand the concept of a test drive?" Ash nodded again. He could feel the pressure of the blade against his throat easing slightly. "I knew Hamilton would try something like that -- so I altered the structure of Screamager -- the minute he weaponizes it, the virus dies. The hydrogen in the water neutralises the second stage completely. It's useless to him except in its pure form -- and then the first stage is only lethal for about twelve seconds in the open air if you inhale the fumes. He's only got enough to spread on a couple of digestive biscuits right now." "You changed its chemical structure?" Ian asked. Mark tried to nod -- which he was able to do as Ash removed the blade. It suddenly disappeared and she stepped back and allowed him to move away from the wall. "Yeah -- I figured it was the only way we could get Hamilton to trust us." Mark said, brushing the twigs from his clothes. "If I had told any of you there was still a risk he might have picked up on something when we were all together." He paused, then looked at each of the others in turn. "I'm sorry -- we couldn't risk him knowing what we had done." "Kudos to you," Abbie said. "But you know what you've done, don't you? You killed Agent Rapid -- something several of us have tried to do before and failed abysmally every time. Talk about popping your cherry." "Talk about getting your hands dirty," Steph mused. "Okay well, I need a drink. Anyone care to join me?" Ash looked at Mark. "I'm sorry," she said. "I thought..." "It's okay," He said. "You didn't think I was going to risk pissing you off as well did you? I've got enough potential enemies in this village already without adding to the list." Ash smiled tentatively. "That's good thinking. I think under the circumstances that I'm buying. And while we're drinking a toast to our celebrated biochemist here I'll tell you a story about secret passages." Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 02 This is the second part to my original Neighbourhood Watch story. I forgot to title the first part as Chapter one and also ended up in the lesbian sex category. My bad. Hope you enjoy. ------------------ Returning to his binoculars he finds the scene empty. Only the crumpled bed sheets gave a hint of what had just transpired. Unsure if that was the end of his report, Mr. Prendergast hesitated not sure what to expect, until suddenly as if she sensing his disappointment, Abi came back in to view. Her long disheveled blond hair flowed over her waif frame as she climb's back on to the bed. Leaning forward on to all fours, she lowers her head on to the pillow while pushing her pale arse up as an offering to her unexpected guest. A blur of flesh comes in to view as Mrs. Lovejoy moves behind Abi, placing her hands on her round cheeks and starts to caress them with circular motions. Moving her hands up Abi's back Mrs. Lovejoy leans over her, her ample breasts swaying as Abi pushes back in to her. Her hands glide down to Abi's waist and she pulls her in to her groin, letting her bush of dark hair press into Abi's wet lips. Loudly a car horn suddenly breaks the forced silence, startling Abi and Mrs. Lovejoy in to statues. Across the street Mr. Prendergast jumps at the piercing sound but not wanting to loose his quarry he keeps his eyes pressed closely to the binocular lenses. Hands steadying as he refocuses his view. Mrs. Lovejoy waits, her hand resting on Abi's ass until she relaxes her shoulders, sure that their is no danger and returns to the pale globes in front of her. Moving her fingers down her cheek crease, over her anus and gently strokes her pussy lips. Pushing one finger, then another, between her pink lips. Abi responds by squirming and pushing on to her slender fingers. Observed through the binoculars his attention is split between her pussy pushing on to Mrs. Lovejoys glistening fingers, her petite breasts gently swinging hack and forth and her loose mouthed expression of pleasure. Mrs. Lovejoy repositions her fingers to dive deeper in to her, teasing her clit, while her thumb moves to nudge her butt hole. Abi senses the intrusion with a flinch but Mrs. Lovejoy places her free hand on her hips, guiding her back, as her thumb slowly enters her tight hole. The shock subsides on Abi's face, replaced by a look of eager determination as this new addition slowly slides deeper in to her with every push. Abi's rocking motion gradually starts to speed up, pushing back harder and harder on to Mrs. Lovejoys double penetrating digits. Her breasts swaying out of time with her ever more rapid thrusts. Sensing Abi's overexcitement, Mrs. Lovejoy pulls her fingers away from her wanton ass and raises her hand. The binoculars blur to Abi's face, taking in her look of frustration, before something jolts her body and changes her expression to a wide-eyed look of shock. Panning back, Mrs. Lovejoys open hand rests on Abi's ass cheek. Raising her hand again a faint pink imprint of a hand is flushing on the girls porcelain buttock and with a swift movement the hand lands on her ass again, jolting Abi forward. Hesitating to raise her hand again Mrs. Lovejoy allows her fingers to softly trace around the girls swollen lips, middle finger teasing her but never entering. The hand slowly rises again, higher than before until with a silent slap, her hand lands, spanking Abi forward again. The hand moves away to reveal a splay of prints, like the spread petals of a ruby red rose. Sensing her punishment has ended Abi raising to face Mrs. Lovejoy, runs her hand through her hair and pulls Mrs. Lovejoy towards her, kissing her roughly as her pent up passion erupts with fury. The young girls hands quickly searches out Mrs. Lovejoy's body as she kisses and bites her lover. Roughly playing with her large breasts, squeezing and needing them like balls of dough. Her glistening lips and probing tongue starts to kiss down Mrs. Lovejoys exposed neck, over her breasts, teasing her erect nipples, taking them fully into her mouth before holding them between her teeth. Letting go, they bounce back leaving Abi's gaze locked on to the large, heaving tits. Abi's kisses continue down her torso as her hands hold on to hips, pulling her into Abi's lustful grip. Bending low and unable to reach any lower with her kisses Abi lays down on the bed, her head tucked in between Mrs. Lovejoys thighs. Looking straight up her body she licks her lips, waiting, wanting. All is silently and still in the musty bedroom as Mr. Prendergast looks up, rubs his wide eyes and checks the time before returning his view to the his private peep show. Checking his focus the binoculars are aimed at the naked form of Mrs. Lovejoy, her hair falling over her face and a look of serenity flushes over her face as her hands caress and cup her own breasts. Fingers gently playing around her nipples, making them stand to attention as she focuses on one then another. Her stomach moving in and out as her breathing starts to speed up. Her thighs either side of her young lovers head, her dark pubic mound hovers slightly over Abi's face allowing the girls tongue to dart between her swollen pussy lips. Expertly flicking her clit before pushing deeper between her labia, making her grind down on to Abi's waiting lips. The young girls persistent focus causes Mrs. Lovejoy to twitch and squirm, accentuating her expression of pleasure until, through his tunnel vision, Mr. Prendergast observes the woman suddenly grasp her thighs, throw her head back, thrust her breasts towards his lenses and sinks her dark bush heavily on to Abi's chin. A moment of stillness passes until he notices a single trickle of moisture running down the chin of the young girl, welling at the base of her neck. Then Mrs. Lovejoy collapses beside the girl, their mess of bodies panting together, gently laying hands on each other as the sexual haze fades. With an exhausted sigh Mr. Prendergast raises from behind his binoculars, takes a moment to compose himself and grumbles 'perverts' as he returns to his daily diary report. All is still on Cockermouth Drive. Day-to-day life carries on, oblivious to the lives of others. In number ten Cockermouth Drive a soft click faintly echoes around the sparse room as the red glow gently dies from the record button. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 03 It was very late. Our dinner guests had left an hour ago and my wife had gone off to bed. She was definitely feeling under the weather and was well past being able to stay awake. I had finished cleaning up and was not feeling that tired, so I decided to have a browse of the Internet. Without any forethought, I stumbled onto a free access lesbian site. The pictures were more than pleasing to the eye, down right sensationally erotic to say the least. I have always admired the way a woman could make love to another woman, at least from what I had read and viewed. The site also contained numerous stories so I opened one and it just so happened that it was a story about light bondage and toys which gave me some wonderful ideas for the lovely Michelle next door. The following Monday I went shopping for some interesting items to assist with my research reading over the weekend. Feeling extremely pleased and very anxious to try my purchases, I phoned her and told her I would be around in a few minutes. She excitedly purred her acceptance and said she would put the kettle on awaiting my arrival. As soon as I entered her hallway and had closed the door, I ran my fingers into her sandy blonde hair and assertively pulled her into my arms. Our tongues meet instantly and excitedly started doing battle as we pressed hard against each other, hands feverishly groping. We were like two teenagers, eagerly trying to satisfy our passion for each other. Her hand crossed the front of my jeans, squeezing the tubular length of my now hard cock. I thrust my crotch back against her hand as I flattened the swell of her chest under my palms. I could feel the ridged nubs of her nipples under the softness of her whits sleeveless T-shirt. I pinched them, rolling them firmly and pulling on them. She groaned loudly into my throat, our mouths still joined. Saliva dripped from the corners of our mouths such was the passion and fierceness of our kiss. We finally broke for air but I did not relinquish my grasp on her breasts. She looked down at my hands, watching as I crushed her tits against her rib cage. Michelle slowly lifted her gaze, her soft hazel eyes having a lustful glaze in them. Without saying a word, I lead her upstairs to the bedroom. "Get undressed!" I ordered as we entered her bright creamy coloured boudoir. While she obediently disrobed I went into the ensuite and returned with a large tube of sorbelene to use as a lube and placed it on the headboard. "I have a surprise in store for you Michelle but you'll have to trust me completely." A twinge of excitement must have run through her as I noticed her shiver slightly at my choice of words. "Of course I trust you, Ray, why shouldn't I?" but the mysterious tone in my voice told her she was in for something a little different. "Lie on your back in the middle of the bed." I snapped keeping my back to her while I emptied the contents of the plastic bag I had with me onto the floor beside the bed. I placed a pillow underneath her which raised her hips and pushed her sparsely covered pussy forward, and there she eagerly awaited my touch. "We'll start slow at first, I need to warm you up and relax those muscles for the main event." Michelle was extremely perplexed yet obedient. I poured a generous amount of lube directly onto her already soaked pussy and began rubbing it all over, even down the inside of her creamy thighs. "I'm already pretty wet Ray, you've got me pretty horny with your talk." "You'll need it, believe me. This is about limits, and you're going beyond what you thought yours were," I retorted in a slow, deliberate voice, trying to sound confident and dominant with a strong hint of mystery. My hands began a deliberate massage of the muscles surrounding her vagina, the feeling must have been welcomed because she began rocking her hips slowly. I could tell she was dwelling on my words by the somewhat bemused look she was giving me. Yet I could also tell she was as much curious as she was excited, with the addition of some suspense and maybe a bit of fear. Without warning I quickly entered her with two fingers of both hands, gliding easily into her soaking over-wet quim. I curved my fingers and raked them across her inner muscles, forcing them to submit and open. I could feel them give way to the steady opening pressure, and her clitoris was noticeably beginning to throb and pulse as it swelled. The right hand fingers I twisted around and up beneath her pubic bone, rubbing forcefully as another finger entered. Her G-spot started to swell, revealing its location as my fingers homed in on their target. I pulled one hand away and rubbed the heel of its palm into her mound, rubbing the hood over her clit while my other hand dug deeper to surround her g-spot with warm sensations. "Oh shit that feels sooo good, but I also feel like I need to pee," she exclaimed suddenly. I assured her with a stern voice that the sensation was only temporary and it would pass very soon. I continued with my ministrations, using four fingers deep inside her now quivering pussy, relentlessly stroking her g-spot in tight, hard circles while my other hand rubbed her mound feverishly. Michelle's clit was now stone hard beneath the force of my palm, her hips rocking in a twisting, thrusting motion, begging more from my touch, trying to enclose my hand in the hot folds of her womanhood. Suddenly she rose and groaned aloud that she was about to cum. "Ngghhhhh, god yes. Getting close. One of those quick, short fast ones I get from such intense stimulation," she hissed. Her pussy clenched in quick short bursts as the waves of her orgasm crashed on her body. I noticed that with each spasm her pussy muscles relaxed so I continued pressing my whole hand deeper into her. Her pussy admitted me freely, since I timed my thrusts so well, but it was almost an involuntary act. Michelle did not have the will to stop me nor even encourage. She was just there, experiencing it and giving herself to me. Her orgasm subsided as quickly as it had arrived, but I continue rubbing hard against her clit and g-spot. The sensation was overpowering. ."Ohh, Ohhh, slow down, gently….. …gently, please, let me catch my breath. After I cum my clit gets hypersensitive, and continued stimulation is too much for me, it almost hurts." She was panting. But I did not stop. "Trust me!" I said, with a wicked grin. Her hips started bucking wildly, trying to release her clit from its over sensitised state. She seemed to be kind of giddy. Trying to get her mind's commands through to her vagina but her body was betraying her as it seemed as if it was hungrily begging for more, and each thrust of her hips served only to drive my whole hand deeper and harder on target. Her mind was swimming out of control, her head thrashing from side to side on the bed as she bit down on her lip. It appeared suddenly that the table had turned, and she quickly became aware that what pain there had been was now mixed deliciously with pleasure in such a way as to intensify it. This was a new door for her. For Michelle, her mind had accepted it just like her body already had long before. "Well that should do for a warm up" I said in an off-hand tone as I slowly withdrew my fist from her clutching pussy. Quickly, I reached for the contents of the bag I brought and raised a set of fleece lined wrist and ankle cuffs, plus a length of rope. Her eyes riveted to the items as I proceeded to carefully attach them. "Trust me now, Michelle." After securing the cuffs to her ankles and wrists, I attach the ropes. "I have never played at light bondage before" she said with a slight tremor in her voice, so I could tell she was filled with a curious sense of excitement, fear and anticipation. I secured her wrists to the headboard, and pulled the ankle ropes through the headboard and back over from behind. As I pull on the ropes, they slowly lifted her legs up and over her vivacious head. Soon her legs were spread widely and pulled over her head, with her ankles forced down to bed level and held securely by the ropes at the same level as her ears. "It's a good thing you are pretty limber." I commented, seeing that her muscles were definitely straining. Now her whole body was bent in half, with the effect that her soaking pussy was completely helpless and vulnerable to whatever I had in mind. I poured another healthy dose of sorbelene, and let it drip slowly down her pussy onto her arse. I raised my index finger and waved it front of her face then slowly worked it into her tight arse, gently rubbing her clit all the while. The mix of sensations from her clit and her arse soon encourage her my muscles to relax and after quite a few minutes I pressed two fingers deep between her cheeks. Withdrawing my fingers from her vulnerable arse, I quickly disrobed. My penis was throbbing with the excitement of having such a beautiful playmate. The thick head a turgid purple colour eagerly waiting the opportunity to spear deep inside one (or both) of her liquid orifices. I stroked my length, standing directly beside her head so she could see exactly what I was doing. Michelle's eyes were riveted to my cock as I grabbed it and coated my veiny shaft with lube, up and down I slowly stroked myself until it was dripping. This only served to heighten her curiosity as to what I was planning to do. With a wicked smile I knelt on the bed right in front of her open pussy hole. I leant down and sucked her hard, my whole mouth enveloping her mound and sucking up the flooding wetness from her sticky pussy. I worked my tongue deep inside then flick the hard clit. Over and over I repeated my oral attacks while renewing my anal attacks, rimming her arse hard with my two fingers. She was worked into a frenzy now, her hips bucking wantonly, "I want you to do what ever you want. I can't wait for you to plunge that fat thing up my pussy," She cried like an animal driven mad with desire and lust, "Please, fuck me and soon!" I smiled knowingly and placed the engorged head at the opening of her arse. With slow deliberate pressure I began entering her quivering hole. I pushed her cheeks aside with my thumbs so that there were no obstructions to drag against the shaft. Slowly my cock head entered her steaming body, just using the head and forcing directly against her arse hole, steadily pushing the clutching entrance open. "Oh my god!" she screamed loudly. "Slowly Ray, please. I…… I don't know if I can take you…………" She was so wet with lube and her own copious flow that there was little resistance as the head entered easily. I held still feeling her body quiver with excitement. Soon her muscles relax and submitted while I kept steady pressure on my rod, prying her virgin arse open. Suddenly the head popped fully inside, the hard ridge around the helmet now totally consumed by her hungry anal ring. She was completely helpless but tried to rock her hips, using her body to help me further within her body. The temperature must have climbed 10 degrees, because I was getting slippery with sweat. She groaned low and deep from within her throat, her head trashing from side to side indicating that she was very near another powerful orgasm. I pushed my cock forward slowly not wanting to go in all the way too quickly, amazed at how her gaping straining arse swallowed every inch of my shaft. My free hand worked her exposed clit directly as I sank in further. She was ready to cum, so I stopped, wanting to prolong the build up. I slapped her rump to quickly divert Michelle's attention. The sudden shot of pain ran through her making her jump. "Stop." She pleaded and gasped at the same time. "Please….. wait a minute! Want to cum with you." she moaned. "You've only taken about 4 inches Michelle, and I can tell your hungry arse wants it all!" Her hips bucked again. "Ohhhhh, wow" she shouted, "Keep it right there, keep it right there and let me work it, let me open my bottom and wrap it around your delicious cock. So close, Ray. Got to work it through. Must cum with you… pleaseeeee." I let her have her way and soon I was fully imbedded in her rear and starting to work my penis with short thrusts against her inner tight muscles. Each time I pulled out it felt as if steel springs were squeezing around the shaft and shooting it out of her and each time I entered her dark channel and her muscled walls reluctantly started to give way then closed in hard. She was riding high again, about to come like never before, and I was ready for her. As I started to moan with the build up of my own climax, she picked up the pace with her hips. My short thrusts became deep hard ones, feeling as if I was going just a fraction deeper each time. My body had a mind of its own, as her helpless arse tried both to eject this massive intruder and to impale itself further along my thick shaft. "I'm going to cum, oh my god I'm going to cum hard!!" I shout. Michelle mirrors my words, fighting against her bonds to work her quaking arse against my imbedded groin. "That's it, cum Michelle!, cum all over us both, open that arse and wrap it around my cock!, swallow that cock deep inside your arse and cum!" As the first wave of orgasm hit her I started plunging myself deep inside her anus, pumping her body as hard as I could. My hands clamped onto her thighs, leaving red marks but my own pleasure was driving me to fuck her with all the might I could muster. Her body was plunging against mine, it had no choice but to obey, and each spasm clutched tightly against my shaft. I was coming with a force I never imagined. My head began to swim as her body is wracked with stronger convulsions. I'm coming long and hard, fucking her very hard, slamming my crotch into her, each connection of our bodies met by a loud wet slapping sound and then exploding thick streams of sperm against her gripping insides. I felt there was no end in sight, and my mind was about to go. I felt Michelle stiffen as I sense another orgasm building up behind this one. My cock erupted again and again, the pent up release of my orgasm not leaving a centimetre of her inner being without a coating of my white goo. Finally, our bodies can not handle any more, in particular Michelle. Her whole being is soaked with pleasure and sweat. I released her bonds, her every muscle drained of energy and we both collapsed in a puddle of quivering flesh. She gently ran her fingers through my hair, cradling my head and soothing my still gasping breathe. "I knew you had something wicked in mind, but that was unbelievable!" she murmured softly. "I shall have to reverse the role at some stage you know?" "I know you will." Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 04 The phone rang which made me jump, startling me back to reality from the cosy, dreamy world I had slipped into. “Hello Ray, I hope I haven’t disturbed you too much, but I need you around here if you can avail me of some of your time?” “Sure Michelle. I was only dosing, did not sleep all that well last night,” I replied. The line was not a good one but I got the distinct impression that she was up to something. “I will be on your doorstep in 5!” “Great! Thank you. See you then.” She promptly hung up. I rang the doorbell and Michelle answered but only protruded her head around the door, which sparked my curiosity. “Come on in but keep your eyes looking straight ahead.” She aid in a playful tone. “Good. That’s it. Keep walking, now stop and close your eyes”. I did as she had instructed. We were now standing in the middle of the large family/lounge room. The sun reflected warmly off the polished timber floors casting a golden glow. One of the lounge chairs was just to my right and the recently reupholstered furnishings oozed a comfy welcome and beckoned to the visitor to sit and relax. When she asked me to open my eyes I had to gasp loudly at the sheer beauty of this woman now before me. The sun gleamed from behind, silhouetting her wonderfully. She was dressed all in black, with a black hip hugging skirt that had a small spilt along the top of the left thigh, a black ribbed t-shirt top which also fitted close. Over these Michelle wore a black knee length coat, its hem line finishing just about the top of her black boots. With the coat closed you could be forgiven for thinking that she had no skirt beneath, well that is what I was thinking. “Oh my god! What a beautiful outfit. You look sensational.” I was gobsmacked. “I am so glad you like it,” She said demurely. She walked closer and gently took my hand. I let her softly guide me, gently bring me to sit on the back of the arm chair. “Now. Just let Mistress Michelle take control here, okay?” “I am in your hands.” I responded with a smile. “Oh you will be, most certainly.” Michelle dropped to her knees and abruptly pushed my legs apart. She then reached for my fly and unzipped it with a quick flick of her red painted fingers. Her hands quickly pulled the fly open and she drove her hand inside and pulled my semi flaccid member from its resting place. She smiled up at me as her chin dipped under my cock and her tongue snaked out. I bit my lip as I felt the first soft touch of her wet tip at the base. I reached out to caress her hair and she quickly hit it aside. “I told you, let me take control here!” she snapped. “Do not touch me unless I have asked you to do so!” “Yes my mistress”. I replied in what I hoped was an appropriately submissive voice. Inwardly I could not wait to see what she had in mind. Her breath was warming on my maleness as she mimed the act of fellating me. I was now very rigid with the anticipation as much as the act. She grasped the base of my shaft, looking up at me from her position on the floor and then plunged her mouth hard, down onto my cock, sucking it all the way in until her nose was buried in my fuzzy pubic hair. I gripped the chair back so tightly my knuckles were white and groaned with sheer delight as her hot salvia soaked my shaft. Michelle kept her eyes open as she commenced to fuck her face with my penis, noisily slurping up the excess saliva as she went. Her free hand soon joined the fray, firmly cradling my swelling balls. She squeezed them as she bit softly on the thick turgid head. I bucked at the feel of her teeth, pushing my cock fully into her mouth. She started to move faster. Her hand squeezing hard on my fast rising balls. “Ohhh, fuck… Michelle. Shit, going to come….” She sucked harder and pumped her face quicker, driving my cock to the very back of her mouth, not once stopping to rest. I was fighting a losing battle. She had me and all I could do was hold on and moan at the fast approach of my blinding orgasm. “Nnuugghhhhhhhh, god, yessssssssssssssss. Fuck me, Mistress, ……. Can not hold it, ……….. arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. I screamed as she pistoned her beautiful face and drank the fiery liquid I was now shooting deep into her throat. I could see traces of my sperm leaking from the corners of her mouth as she strove to keep it all contained. She finally held still, her mouth still clamped to my cock. Her tongue flicked the underside of the gland causing me to buck once more as she hit that sensitive spot on the underside of the head. I was spent and my cock started to deflate. She held her mouth on me as I softened, her glistening eyes sexily watching my every reaction. She let my now limp dick fall from her mouth and she stood. She opened her mouth to show me it was full of my come. I looked into her face, my head spinning from the force of my orgasm. She moved her mouth to mine forcing me to open to her as she spat some of my come into my mouth quickly followed by her tongue. All I could do was to yield and accept her lusty offering. It tasted slightly tangy yet very creamy with it mixed with her hot saliva. I sucked her tongue deeply, drinking my come from her mouth until it was empty. “Mmmm, you taste good, Mr. Ray, and there was a lot of it. You must have needed that come badly?” She whispered seductively. “I could have done with a bout of your arse, but I am not complaining.” I said smiling. “Good”. She retorted. “Now follow me”. I could not refuse. She had hold of limp cock and balls and was dragging me by them. I followed in silence, feeling a bit unnerved by her sudden return to her Mistress role. She lead me upstairs, her grip tightening as she ascended the first riser. I winced and she just sternly said over her shoulder, “shut up and follow me!” The stairwell was painted an egg shell colour and with the sunlight coming from the lounge room, it was ablaze with light, yet my sight was only interested in the firm hand that currently grasped my genitals. We made our way slowly, thank goodness, and finally reached the first floor landing. It too was awash with sunlight and the soft carpet gave me a slight feeling of hope; a hope of some comfort for my testicles. Michelle continued to lead me, down the hall she walked, her black coat flapping out behind her which seemed to consume the light. Through the door at the end of the hall I could see a bedroom. It was a large room at the back of the first story, so I guessed it to be the main bedroom. Off to the left at the far end I could see a strong orangey light coming from what I assumed was the ensuite bathroom. My mind was racing trying to ascertain what this little minx had in mind. It was not long before I found out. “Now Mr. Ray,” she purred, turning on me and pressing her body in close. I could feel her up-thrust breasts boring into my chest as she leant against me, her hand still holding my spent member. “I have a special surprise for you. See the bath I have prepared for you? Get in to it, and quickly if you please.” Her voice was stern and level. I quickly disrobed and slipped into the warm water. It felt very good, especially since she had let my nethers go. The scent of lavender rose from the surface as I immersed myself. “Feel nice does it?” “Mmmmm, yes, very nice in deed. Thank you!” “Now for surprise number one.” She said showing me the twin blade razor and waving it about. I looked at her with questioning eyes and she just smiled. “I think your groin will look better if it was bare. So, sit up on the side there with your back to the wall!” She pointed to where she wanted me as she knelt on the mat at the side of the bath. She lathered some soap and gently applied it, rubbing into the springy hair above my dangling penis. She pushed my legs apart and proceeded to lather my scrotum pushing all the way back to my anus. As she passed over the tight opening she cheekily stabbed at it with a soapy finger, giving me a wicked grin. Michelle locked her eyes onto my crotch as she bent to apply the first stroke. “So far so good,” she said matter of factly, “good thing I gave you a good seeing to downstairs. We couldn’t do this with your pecker up now could we?” She giggled at her little joke, I was a little less amused, but strangely fascinated at the same time. I felt the blade drag across my anus and saw it dip towards the water with a thick coating of black hair. She used the instrument with some aplomb much to my relief her strokes quick and sure. She deftly followed the curve of my lower thigh round to my buttocks across my anus and down the other side. Then a quick wash in the bath water and back to work. As her strokes approached my balls, which had tightened somewhat since she started, she used her left hand to gently smooth out the creases and caress the blade across the sensitive skin. I shuddered slightly after a short time feeling the cool air across now exposed flesh. “Are you getting cold?” she asked. “Just a little. I suppose that area is not used to being uncovered.” I chortled. Michelle made no response but just kept her attention riveted to the task at hand. She seemed pleased with what she saw as she gently washed me down. Her soft hands carefully lifting each testy to check for stray hairs. The tuft of hair she had left above my penis had been shaved back a little leaving a distinct ring of pink skin around the top. I liked what I saw and secretly held thoughts of seeing my new bare cock ball deep in her pussy. “Hmmm, it seems I will have to redo you. I should have changed the razor mid way through.” Her comment was more to herself than me. “You can sink into the water to wash off fully, then get back up where you were.” I quickly did as she bade. In fact I was eager to see myself denuded of pubic hair as much as she was. Once again she lathered me up and to work. Each stroke she made was gently yet firm and I felt no razor rash developing, much to my relief. The second time round was much quicker and when finished, Michelle seemed more than pleased with her efforts. She then fetched a mirror to show me the completed job and to my surprise my cock twitched back to life as well. “It would appear you like what I have done?” it was rhetorical question so I did not reply in words. I simply stroked my quickly stiffening cock in a lurid display hoping she would do something about it. “My, my…. What a wonderful response from a happy customer. Now for surprise number two.” Michelle stood facing me, her eyes looking straight at my shaft. She licked her lips with just the tip of her tongue as she shrugged her coat to the floor. Her chest heaved noticeably as she drank in every detail of my hairless cock and balls. She reached around behind her back and with a fluent movement her skirt was on its way to join her coat but just as it passed her hips she turned her back to me. She bent over to retrieve her garments stopping to give me an eye fully of my gorgeous arse and beckoning anus. She arched her back and with one hand pulled her buttock to the side to give me an even better view. Remaining bent at the waist, Michelle moved back and slowly sat down on the side of the bath. She poised her creamy behind over past the edge, her mid thighs supported by the rim, her hands outstretched and holding the sink. I could not fathom what her intensions were until: “Fuck my arse, now Mr bald balls. Fuck me hard!” I needed no second telling. I grasped my cock in one hand and placed my hand on her rump for support. “I told you not to touch me until I told you. All I asked for now was you to fuck my arse, so do it!” I was taken aback by her outburst, but the opportunity to have anal sex with her was too much to pass up. I grabbed my rod and guided the bulging head toward her puckered rear entrance. I could see now that she had preplaned all this because her arsehole was generously coated with Vaseline, it also explained the reason she had not worn knickers. Well, I thought, she asked so I was going to deliver. I jabbed the eye of my cock at her from close range, scoring a direct hit immediately. Keeping the turgid head pressed at her opening I thrust upward as hard as I could, surprised that her sphincter yielded so easily. But yield it did and I was able to glide on in to the hit. I slammed my body upward into her arse and once fully inside I stopped, delighting in the sight of my newly shaved groin meeting her accepting arsehole. “Oh, god yessssssss, Ray…. Please fuck me hard. I need you there so badly. I love the way your cock feels up there.” Hearing her pleas and her need I thrust upward again using the rim behind me for leverage. She lifted her arse slightly so she was in a mid squat position. It also allowed her to push downward as I thrust up, thus giving our coupling a more forceful meeting. I fucked myself very hard into her arse, in fact I was only concerned for my own desire. She had demanded I do this so I was going to do it with all the might I could muster. Michelle’s very slippery dark channel was taking all I had and more. I pumped myself vigorously, slapping my lap against her cheeks with each thrust. She grunted from the force of each meeting of our bodies which spurred me on even more. My hips swung up again and again, withdrawing the full shaft but leaving the head buried and then heaving deep inside her body, the anal muscles gripping me firmly, drawing me in. In the bright light of the room I could see my shaft was fully coated with Vaseline, and delighted in the way her arse tighten as the first signs of my orgasm twinged in the balls. I quickened my efforts using shortened strokes, the pace frantic. My head bent back, as I gritted my teeth, the building force starting deep in my stomach and spreading throughout my body. “I can feel you getting close….. fuck me faster. God, I love this…. Fuck my arse, feels so good,” she moaned, her head lolling between her arms. “Never knew this could feel as good as it does. I love you”. “Fuckkkkkkkkk….. god, Michelle…. Cuminnggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!” I groaned as a powerful surge bucked me forward, impaling her arse as deep as far as I could go, and then pumping litres of over heated sperm into the deepest recesses of her anus. I could not move, all I could do was keep myself ball deep in her arse, feeling every pulse of my cock and the creamy backwash that was surrounding it. Finally I could not hold myself up anymore and I flopped into the water, my breath ragged. She slowly raised her arse, her own breath as ragged as mine from her own exertions. My brain was off flying about the room, yet somewhere in the distance I could hear some words she had spoken but could not distinguish what they were for now. Suddenly I felt her fingers in my hair. I opened my eyes and saw she was still bent at the waist and was trying to pull me toward her. “God that was good. Now suck my arsehole. Get your mouth full of your come.” She used her fingers in my hair to direct my face to her recently well fucked rear. I dreamily clamped my mouth to her rectum and sucked. The taste was very oily from the lube but I soon got a mouth full of my gizz. She held me to her arse as she humped her hips to force the muscles to expel the copious juices I had only minutes before deposited there. She finally let me go. However, before turning to face me she deftly stooped and scooped up a towel and quickly tied it around her waist obscuring her lower body from view. “Now for surprise number three.” She smiled, “but keep that mouthful for the moment, I want it for good reason.” The tangy yet oily mixture was a little nauseating and it took all my self control to stop myself spitting it out. Somehow I managed, I think it was the curiosity about the mysterious use Michelle had for it that kept it in. She quickly removed her upper garments and looked at me intently. “Curious turn of events so far?” All I could was nob in agreement. “I woke this morning feeling so incredibly horny and very wicked, hence what you have experienced so far.” “So far?” I thought. “My god where was she going with this? Oh well, I am game.” As she approached the edge of the bath, in which I was still kneeling, she firmly squeezed her breasts. Cupping her hands beneath and thumbing her rosy nipples until they stood out very erect. “Now, coat my breasts with that wonderful creamy mixture in your mouth.” I eagerly took her left breast into my mouth and whipped the stiff nipple with my tongue, coating it as requested. I then did the same to her right breast. Her coos and groans told me she was enjoying what I was doing. I then lifted my mouth and placed my lips above her nipple and let some of my come dribble from my mouth. It ran freely and dripped off her nipple onto the floor. I did the same to her other breast and continued to alternate until my mouth was empty. I looked up into her eyes and she raised her hands to massage the goo firmly into her tit flesh. “Fuck Ray, that was a very horny thing you did then. Please come out of the bath and lie on the bed and let you show you something. Oh, best dry off first,” she giggled. I did so quickly and lay back comfy on her bed. Michelle stood on the bed astride my hips with the towel still around herself. “Comfy?” “Very. Especially now.” “Did you hear what I said as you fucked my arse?” I thought for a moment trying to recall what I heard. A distant voice was echoing in my head and then: “I love you?” “Yes, and I do. I mean it. Please do not say anything. I must show you surprise number three first.” I lay there mesmerised. She stood high above me, and swiftly removed the towel. My eyes flashed in disbelief. She had shaved herself totally. Her pussy was totally bare. “Oh my god!” I said. “Now that is a perfect surprise.” “Like the look?” “You bet.” She ran her fingers down across her lower tummy, spreading them as she went. She eased them down both sides of her mons and then gently pulled her labia open. I got of clear view deep into her inner folds. “You can masturbate yourself if you like or just enjoy the show.” She said with a voice full of lust. I just laid there for now as I watched Michelle pull her labia again, opening her folds more fully. She then slowly pushed two fingers deep inside herself about me. Her eyes closed with the intense feeling of her penetration. By the groan issuing from her throat, she was very horny. I watched the inner lips grip her fingers as they withdrew, the retreating digits dragging the deep pink inner lips with them. As soon as her nails came into view she thrust them quickly back in knuckle deep. I saw her twist them at the top of the inward push, and untwist as they came away. Over and over she plunged her fingers into her pussy, her hips bucking in more animated ways as the pace increased. “Agghhhh…. Fuck…… feels, so…. Goood.” She moaned, writhing her hips onto her thrusting fingers. She was going wild with lust, finger fucking herself for our mutual pleasure. She quickly pulled her fingers away only to replace them with three more. At this she threw her head back and grunted loudly. Michelles fingers were a blur, her hips bucking frantically as she ground them deep inside her churning loins. I soon felt drops of her juices dripping from her arm. She was wanking her pussy and dripping her own juices over me, giving me a wild ride of the voyeuristic kind. “Come for me my love.” I yelled. At this she screamed out something incoherent and then exploded in an intense orgasm that shook the bed. Her body convulsed, her face contorted in a pleasure and pain grimace. I was amazed that she was able to remain standing. Her come dropping from her in large dollops onto my stomach. Finally, she collapsed, falling in a crumpled heap beside me. We lay there on the floor together our limps entwined. The early afternoon sun warming us, leaving us in a peaceful dreamy space that only we knew about. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 05 Mid May in Sydney and it was one of those glorious late autumn days, temperature in the low to mid 20's, brilliant clear blue sky and not a breath of wind. Michelle and I had decided to celebrate the discovery of our forbidden love by going for a drive and a picnic lunch. With the top down on my old SAAB convertible, we headed off to Palm Beach, 40 kilometres north of the CBD. "Do you come up here often?" she asked, then giggled her little girl laugh which I simply adored, "Sorry. That was a bit of a silly question really." "No. Not silly at all." Her hand gently squeezed mine as we walked along the dark golden sand. "Yes, we come here often. It is rarely crowded and the drive is very pleasant." "Yes it is and thank you for bringing me," She stretched her head up and kissed me on the cheek. "It is so lovely up here. I've never been here before but I can see why you like it so much." We continued to walk along the beach kicking the broken waves and playfully chasing each other. We sat for a while on the rocks at the northern end of the beach just listening to the hush of the breaking waves and watching the constant ebb and flow of the surges. I sat with my back to the cliff, Michelle sat between my legs with her back resting on me. Time seemed to stand still and the rest of the world disappeared, the only reality was the two of us and the sea. "Ray, I have not felt so at peace as I do right now for such a long time," she whispered as she shifted position sightly to rest her head on my right shoulder, her back against my right leg. "I meant what I said the other day, I really do love you. Being here only intensifies ….." I leaned forward and tenderly kissed her mouth, cutting her off in mid sentence. "I know exactly what you mean, and I love you very much as well. Um, ….. sorry, struggling to find the right words." I smiled looking deep into her liquid eyes. "This is our place." Michelle snuggled in closer her arms encircling me tightly. An intense feeling of inner happiness welled in my heart together with an overall tranquillity. My right hand draped casually over her chest but lightly covered her breast as she snuggled in. As if by instinct the index finger began to trace a soft trail over the material of her top. It was the barest of touches but soon a noticeable bump of a hardening nipple became evident. "Mmmm, that feels nice," she said in a very hushed voice. With a subtle movement she brought her mouth to my neck, lightly brushing her lips in response to sensuousness of the moment. Her hand softly caressed my chest keeping time with the strokes of my finger. My eyes wandered down across her slender torso and could not help but notice that the hem of her pale blue skirt has ridden up her thigh. Like a moth to a flame my fingers glided down to caress her mound. Tenderly I eased them flat across the material of her knickers feeling the warmth of her womanhood beneath. She made no attempt to stop me so I slide my hand under the waist band only to be greeted by her mound which was already awash with her sexually secretions. Neither of us dared to speak, the moment was just too special. I simply explored the top of her cleft and easily located her hardened clitoris. With soft circular rotations of my index finger alone, I started to tease her button. Instantly she gasped and shook at my first caress, then she purred with each movement. I did not apply any pressure, just a steady yet gentle touch, sometimes in circles and then along the hard ridge of her clitoral hood. Within minutes, Michelle was clutching to my neck in a tender build up to a gorgeous orgasm. Around and along, around and along my finger danced over her most intimate parts, finally sending her over the precipice. She sucked my neck hard against her mouth as her body convulsed then exploded. As her climax burst forth, all Michelle could do was throw her limps wide in an attempt to expel the pent up energy and ride her way through the intense orgasmic waves the racked her gorgeous body. Finally, she relaxed her every muscle, a wonderful smile of contentedness spread across her face. All things around us disappeared, we were locked in an embrace that only knew of the present. However, this was suddenly disturbed by the breaking of a larger wave. The spray was light yet cold and roused us from our lovers cocoon. The tide was on the way in and we had not noticed, too caught up in other matters. Michelle and I scampered onto the sand before another wave could drench us, laughing at ourselves for being so naïve. After catching our breath I asked if she would like to have that picnic lunch she had prepared. She giggled delightfully and suggested a spot not too far from where we stood. I half-heartedly agreed and suggested an alternative; "How about we go up there?" I pointed toward the top of the cliff. "What? Up There? I mean, what is up there and how could we possibly get there without breaking our necks?" she seemed a little disappointed. I took her hand and kissed it. "Up there is the Barrenjoyee Lighthouse and it is quite an ease walk which starts around the other side of this peninsula. Her disappointment quickly turned to excitement when I explained how you got there and what the view was like etc. Half an hour later we were standing 100 metres above the sand we had been on. The plateau upon which the lighthouse is built is oval shaped running east to west. It is about 500 metres long and about 200 wide with the lighthouse and accompanying buildings in the middle. The keepers house and the other two buildings are constructed of sandstone blocks quarried from the surrounding cliff, as is the lighthouse itself, but it is painted white. From there you get a 360 degree view across Pittwater and the Hawkesbury River, the southern suburbs of the central coast some 10 kilometres north, and down along the peninsula that is Palm Beach. Eastward all you see is the Tasman Sea and on this day, the sea was just as much at peace as Michelle and I. The tranquillity and virtual stillness once again captured the mood between us. "Oh Ray this is marvellous. I will remember this moment for ever." Michelle exclaimed as she turned to take in all before her once more. "I know that sounds corny, but it is from the heart." "For me it is all the more beautiful because you are here." I said, slipping my arm around her slender waist. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and quickly pulled away. "Lets eat, I am starving, especially after that hike up here, but my god, it is worth it." We spread the mini feast out on the western side of the plateau to keep protected from any sea breezes that might spring up. I popped the champagne and we toasted ourselves and savoured the delicious fair which she had packed. After eating we laid out together on the rug, drinking champagne and yapping our heads off. Then, out of the blue, she asked me about my family and how things were between my wife and I. I knew that she was partly aware of my marital circumstances. My daughter, with her group of friends, and Michelle's son caught the same bus to their respective schools and there had been a few times when my daughter had caught the bus in tears following of a blow up by my wife. Still, for some reason I still felt a little uncomfortable. "I am sorry Ray, for asking you that question. You do not have to say anything, I understand." I stroked her hair as she laid her head on my thigh. "How long have we been together? You know, um…." "Fucking each others brains out." She offered with a cheeky smile. "Yes. Thank you." I laughed. "That is exactly the term I was looking for." "Since early November, so that makes it about six months." "In all that time we have done some amazing things together. Things that I would never have dreamed of doing with you-know-who." "We certainly have. Plus we have talked like I would never have dreamed of doing with my you-know-who." We both chuckled at that. "Michelle," I said quietly, "I want to tell you something. Something deeply personal which I never mentioned previously to anyone." "You know you can tell me anything, Ray." She sat up, sipped her champagne, watching me with a special sparkle in her eye over the rim of her glass. "Yes, I know. In fact I would go as far as to call you my sole-mate and in reality my only true friend. I really mean that." I had to quickly bite my lip and look away, a well of emotion brewed up suddenly from deep within me and I could feel my self-control slipping. The hurt of uttering those words and the reality behind them was all consuming. Michelle just remained where she was, realising that I needed to get this off my chest. Her hand sort mine, her gentle touch the only physical comfort she was going to give. With a quiet shake of the head, I gathered my composure and told her a story. It involved an internet chat room and a girl from Birmingham in England. It was not just fanciful meeting and she was actually who she said she was. It lasted a year and we were very much in love with one another, then with the pending birth of my third daughter and the UK girl her finding a real-life partner, we parted company, just like that. As quickly as it had started, it ended at her bequest. In some ways I still carried a torch for that UK lass. When I finished relating my experience to Michelle, I saw she had tears in her eyes. I looked deep into her face and she told me that it sounded so beautiful and that she was sad for me at the way it ended. I gently pulled Michelle to me, hugging her close. She sat on my lap facing me, her legs were either side of mine and the skirt she wore fanned across us both. I buried my face into her neck and she the same, our arms enfolding each other with all the strength we could muster, trying to give that strength to the other. The release of telling my story was too much, the hurt and sorrow that accompanied it reducing my resolve. I wept like I had never before which brought Michelle to tears as well. Wrapped in the security of each others arms found shelter and comfort, and above all love. With tears still in our eyes, we tenderly kissed. A kiss full of passion but not ladened with lust. Tongues exploring deeply into mouths, hands caressing backs, soothing and yearning, comforting and encouraging, telling the other through actions alone that they were in safe waters. Her tongue engaging mine in a languid, sensual dance that kept time to a far off tune. The smell of her perfume and the soft fall of her hair upon my shoulder sending my senses to flight, all cares dissipating with every flick of her tongue. There was no sexual driven urgency in or embrace, just a highly passionate joining of kindred spirits high atop this marvellous place that we now called our own. I softly lifted her, carefully holding her body to mine, and eased her on to her back, never once breaking our kiss. Her legs wrapped about my waist as I carefully pressed my body to hers. Her hips rocked to meet mine as the breeze flicked the air around us. The scent of the ocean filled the air as we fell together, locked in a timeless embrace. I reached down between our bodies and unzipped my jeans and with sure fingers I retrieved my now hard member. I felt Michelle's pelvis undulate beneath me urging me to continue. I held myself steady posed above her and as gently as possible pushed her knickers aside. As they moved I lowered my loins to hers, her lower body rising up to meet me. The head of my cock pressed firmly into the top of her cleft, pushing aside the silky, hairless labia. With my hips alone, I gently guided my shaft lower, Michelle's copious flow allowing for an easy transit. I sucked her tongue firmly into my mouth as I slowly sank my groin into her. Her legs folded up and around my hips in response. She caught her breath momentarily as my thickness pushed inside her body, filling her completely. Once again her hips rocked with mine, a slow and steady grind, unlike some of the wild couplings we had previously known. Neither of us wanting to break our kiss, we sensuously made love there in the open air. I kept myself fully inserted, just using the writhing of our bodies to stimulate each other. She arched her back bringing her clitoris in contact with my pubic bone and sensing this I ground my hips more firmly to match her consuming movements. Together we rocked and slowly humped our hips, feeling the growing tension of heightened stimulation and each only wanting to satisfy the other. Like a distant roll of thunder, my orgasm commenced. My breathing slowly becoming ragged yet still attached to her mouth and she in turn doing the same. No one was leading the other, our bodies in turn, senses working over time. Finally we had to break that long kiss, the need for air to great as our bodies rotated one on the other. The rising waves of climax were fast approaching but I kept my penis deep inside her clutching vagina. The ever increasing wetness of her secretions spreading across her knickers as well as my jeans. Her body rippling like the surf below as I tensed, trying to stem the flow to wait for Michelle. Soon I could feel her coming. The waves of her orgasm racing along her legs in little tremors, my own pounding in my brain. With quietened restraint we crash upon each others shores. The blinding force of the held back flow throwing me deeper inside the beautiful woman beneath me. Her body clinging to me with every possible muscle as explosion upon explosion convulsed her torso. My own climax bursting forth, spilling deep inside her beautiful body. I held myself still, feeling the pulse of my organ with each jet of come. We had come together, in many senses of the word, and were now in feel fall, joined by bonds that have been tightened through the opening of hearts and consummated by such a tender yet deeply touching union. After a few long minutes, Michelle looked up into my eyes. She softly brushed my tussled hair, "That was beautiful." "And so are you" I replied my limp penis still held within her silky vagina. I pulled away slightly and rolled onto my side, leaving my leg draped over her thigh. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 06 Ever since that first time Michelle and I, by random chance, got together we've had quite an interesting relationship. Every time since we wind up doing something very sexy and extremely arousing and increasingly more erotic. It's hard to believe that in just a few short months Michelle and I have became very close in so many ways. I was on my way to the grocery store when I thought of the idea. Would Michelle like it? Most definitely, yes, she'd love it. In fact the more I thought about it, the more I knew it would drive her crazy. Michelle is a very broad minded and she loves me doing sexy erotic things to her, and visa-versa. I was going to make this a surprise, a surprise that would make her saturate her knickers. I called her from my in car mobile and told her I'd be just a little later, than expected due to traffic. I told her I would have a surprise for her too. That really peaked her curiosity. She tried getting it out me, but I teased her and avoided answering her directly. It took me about a half-hour to make the necessary stop. I was excited myself and could barely wait to get home. After arriving home I quickly ran next door to see Michelle. She was wearing a pale blue sleeveless top with demi three quarter pants and despite her casual dress she still looked very sexy. Her top was a close fitting one, the type she knows I like so much. She no sooner opened the door and she was asking, "what's the surprise?" "Give me a few minutes, darling." I told her knowing she very curious and excited and a little anxious. We had previously arranged to go to the local mall for some furniture knick-knacks Michelle was keen to purchase and maybe a coffee and a light lunch. Just as we were about ready to leave, Michelle asked again. "So what's the surprise darling?" We were right by the front door. I knew she would ask again, so out of my jeans pocket I pulled a strand of beads. The stop I made on the way back home was to an adult boutique to buy a string of anal beads. There were five virgin white beads on a black nylon string. Each bead was 3cm in diameter and were spaced about 2 cms apart along the strand. I held them up for Michelle to see letting the beads dangle in front of her face. She stared at them smiling, "Oh my God," she whispered out excited. "Kiss them," I playfully ordered. She obeyed instantly, lightly kissing the first of the beads that was dangling in front of her eyes. “Now lick it and suck it”. Again she obeyed fixing her eyes to mine. Her pink tongue snaked out and lashed the bead playfully bouncing it on the tip of her tongue. Then she slowly bent her knee slightly and with mouth wide open, came up from beneath to inhale the first two of the beads into her mouth, losing her luscious lips around them, her eyes a blaze with impish mischief. “Now bend over you naughty girl”. I ordered. She obeyed instantly bending over and dragging her trousers down to her knees in the middle of the hall way. I pulled her skimpy panties down. "Step out of them." She did and I threw them against the door. "You won't be needing those, sweetheart." I made her bend over slightly. I had a tube of KY ready and squirted some on my fingers. I wiped it across her cute puckered arsehole, then inserted, first one finger, then and a second into her arse pushing the lube inside. Then I grabbed the beads. "You're going to love this Michelle." I positioned the first bead against her tightly closed anus. I started pushing firmly, slowly increasing the pressure. I watched the puckered flesh expanding and stretching, then in an instant her anus swallowed it up. The second one went in the same. I pressed it hard against her arsehole until it just got sucked in. Michelle let out a few deep breaths as she told me how it felt. "My God, what are doing to me, that feels so good." Michelle loves me doing anything to her arse. I knew teasing her arsehole like this I knew would make her squirm. ”Three beads to go”, I informed her. She wiggled her rear in expectation. I used a little more lube and pushed the third one inside her bottom followed by my index finger. I wiggled it in and pushed the three beads as deep as I could into her rectum. My finger was forcing the beads far up inside her arse. I wanted them deep in her anal cavity. She didn't expect me to do that. Upon feeling them getting buried so deep, she let out this long whimpering moan, "Ohhh... My...God..." Then I pushed the last two into her. Only the end ring on the strand remained hanging out of her arse. I slapped her on the rump. ““You can stand now.” When she did it was obvious she felt a little weak in the knees. Michelle was already becoming quite turned on. I kissed her hard holding her steady. "They stay in until I'm ready to take them out." "Understood?" Then I opened the door. "Let's go." I said with a grin. "Oh please, don't make me keep them in. I'll never make it," she pleaded. I just smiled and repeated, "Let's go." “ “I had better put a skirt with these beads deep inside me.” She announced, half questioning. I agreed but followed her up stairs to ensure she did not remove them and that she left off her knickers. I knew she'd be going crazy as we walked about. The balls vibrating deep within her arse. The sexual tension inside her would be building constantly. Those beads would be moving around inside her arse and she would surely feel the thin string hanging from her rear. We arrived at the mall and walked over to the lift. She was already showing signs of the shifting beads doing their work. Her gait was slightly straighter and she found it difficult to stand still for any period of time. “God, the pressure from my backside into my vagina is almost to much to stand.” she whispered. “Good.” I said. The lift doors opened and we entered. I dived for the door open button as I noticed some more people running to catch the lift before the door closed. Michelle nudged me. Her discomfort turning to inward embarrassment. She was obviously feeling as though everyone could guess what torture she was experiencing. She pressed her back against the wall. I quickly placed my hand behind her rump before the gap closed. I flattened my hand around her rounded bottom. She playfully pressed it harder into my hand letting me know she was aware of my naughty behaviour. I reached down slightly and found the ring at the end of the beads and tugged it. I knew the beads were shifting and sliding through her anal channel towards her arsehole. I had every intention of making her squirm and it was working. As the lift doors opened at ground level I pulled harder. I felt the resistance of the beads making her arsehole stretch, but I didn't want to pull any of them out. I heard Michelle take a deep breath at the intensified pressure then she sighed as I released the ring. "Why...why are you doing this. Please take them out. You’re going to make me cum right now." She pleaded. I gripped her hand but ignored her request. She finally relaxed a bit, although I knew the beads were driving her crazy. “Please don’t pull on the ring again!” she asked as we left the lift. “I am as soaked as ever without you’re direct help.” I promised not to and kissed her softly. We walked through the department store, Michelle picking over the various sale item bins. She mad a few purchases and we decided to grab a bite to eat. As she went to sit I noticed how she discreetly tried not to sit on her dress. I asked why. “I am so wet down there that I do not want to get my dress all wet. I would be most uncomfortable walking about with a wet patch.” She smiled seductively. We ate and chatted about matters other than those related to beads, backsides or bodily fluids. After lunch she stood carefully but with the grace of the lady she is. We both look down at the seat were she had been seated and there was a noticeable sign of juices on the seat. We both burst with laughter and ran off like a pair of naughty high school kids. It is quite amazing how much we enjoy each others company, sexual matters aside. I could see that Michelle was still fidgeting as we walked. “Those beads must be shifting inside your bottom making you tingle with excitement.” I whispered into her ear as we walked. I was actually surprised at how long she was able to keep her composure. There were a few times in the department store earlier I thought she might lose it, but overall she was doing wonderfully. We stopped in the back of a knick-knack shop and listened to the sounds of the wind chimes as they swayed in the air from the air conditioning. I put my lips to hers and we kissed. It was rather romantic and I couldn't resist. As much I as knew she was nearing a limit with the beads inside her, I reached under her skirt grabbing the ring and tugged it gently again. They were still firmly lodged deep in her arse. And standing there, of course, made her arsehole clutch tight around the nylon string. I gave a few tugs letting her feel them move inside. "Oh, please pull them out," she begged again. I knew what this was doing to her. There was nothing more I would have liked than to pull them out and fuck her right then and there. I am sure Michelle felt the same way. But instead, I wanted her anal sensation to grow even more. I wanted to make her feel an insane lust for me and for what I was doing to her. After one more kiss we headed back home. All the way in the car she was squirming and moaning in the seat. When we got to her house I started kissing her right away. I pushed her back against the wall and lifted her skirt up around her waist. I grabbed the ring and began pulling on it. The thick beads created a tremendous resistance from her clutching arsehole, and once my tugging dislodged the first of them from the depths of her body, it set off an unbelievable chain reaction within Michelle. "Oh God, I can feel them," she cried loudly out, her voice loaded with wanton passion. "I can feel them in me." "Ohhhh...Ohhhhh..." She just moaned continually. I knew I was driving her over the edge teasing her like that, but I kept pulling and tugging, making her arsehole stretch without extracting the remaining four. I was kissing her deeply at the same time, devouring her and enjoying the cruel anal stimulation I was inflicting on her. I whispered to Michelle, "do you want me to pull them out?" I tugged again on the ring. I was waiting to hear a desperate plea, begging that she couldn't take anymore. "Do you my love? Do you want me to pull those beads out of your arse?" She sighed from the depths of her being, "Oh God yesss... please." Still leaning herself against the wall Michelle bent her knees a little, spreading her legs apart. I knelt down to watch what I was about to do. My right hand went to her smooth bald pussy and I teased her swollen clit with my thumb. The instant I touched it her head knocked against the wall and she let out a primal grunt driven by sexual need. My other grabbed the ring firmly, the index finger curling into the ring and slowly pulled downwards. Her whole sphincter bulged outward as the bead pulled through and they started popping out of her arse. "Oh, Fuck!...Ray that feels so good." she cried. I went one at a time and then stopped. With each bead that came free Michelle’s whole body shook with orgasmic desire. After each bead that her arsehole would quickly close up, but kept the pressure on the inside of her opening with the next bead. In a few minutes all of the beads rippled from her anal passage, almost as though she were relieving herself and wasn't in control of her bowels. I was making her arse feel like it had no control of what was coming out. It was a quick total overwhelming emptying. "Ohhh, God.. Ohhh, God. Ohhhhhhhh!..shit...please! Nghhhhhhhhhhh..." She let out a long continuous moan, a sound that was so lustful and deep from within her. It was a guttural sounding cry as if I had ripped every ounce of sexual passion out of her body. Then finally the last bead slipped out. Michelle slipped down the wall and into my arms as I knelt there. Her whole body convulsing and shuddering. She was having an a chain-orgasm, one like I've never seen her have before. She was crying, tears running down her cheeks from the sheer ecstasy of the overwhelming feeling inside her body. Watching Michelle was so hot and arousing that my cock was straining in my pants. I eased her down on the floor and quickly unzipped pulling my cock out. “Mmmmm, that looks good.” She smiled up at me her eyes fixed on rigged member. Ï want to watch you come, Ray. I am spent after that. I hope you don’t mind.” “Not at all.” I said, inwardly disappointed at not having the opportunity to fuck her luscious body. I slid my hand around my thick penis stroking it with long slow movements. “Yes, mmmm, that looks wonderful.” she cooed. Bring it close to my face so I can see you when you explode.” I needed no second invitation. I straddled her chest with my knees and commenced a rapid movement along the shaft. She was giving me lurid encouragement from below as I pumped my cock faster and faster. I could hardly comprehend what she was saying as the flooding roar of my own approaching orgasm filled my head and my being. I felt my balls tighten as the pending flood pounded against the gates. I grunted loudly and finally a blinding light struck me. "Oh yes, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," I yelled as long ropey streams of man goo flew from my cock landing up her nose, across her forehead and in her hair. Again and again it burst from me covering her chin and lips now as the strength of each blast slowly diminished. In just a matter of moments I my throbbing penis had spent itself onto her beautiful face. From below, she mewed and cooed telling how beautiful it was to see me in full flight and to see the power when I ejaculated. She slowly scooped up a large dollop and noisily sucked it off her finger. and filling her pussy with cum. Ten minutes later we were still on the floor. I was holding Michelle close to me in my arms. Occasionally I'd feel a jolt within her body. Her orgasm had been so intense she was still having mini orgasms just thinking of what I did to her. She kissed me and kept telling me how much she loved me. We did not move for quite some time. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 07 Standing at a department store music counter waiting to be served is not exactly high on my list as possible pick up points, but it happened. The sales girl was a bit dithery and I was getting a little aggravated at her incompetence. While she was out the back searching for the CD’s I wanted to purchase a lady arrived at the counter to do likewise. I glanced her way and she at me, we smiled at each other and then turned our respective attentions back to the sales attendants. The girl trying to help me realised that she had forgotten one of the disks and promptly disappeared again. “I don’t believe this!” I whispered to myself semi audibly. “I know exactly what you mean.” the woman beside me responded. “Once upon a time, this stores reputation for quality service would see that lass dismissed or removed from the counter.” We were interrupted by the return of both sales people. I handed my store credit card over and waited for the paper work to be generated. This allowed me a brief moment to have a closer look at the charming lady beside me. She was busy giving her name and phone number to the guy who was serving her because the disk she was after was on backorder. I quickly noted her name: Cathy Waugh. The thought briefly crossed my mind, “Is she related to the cricketing family?” I studied her form closely admiring her overall well groomed presence, despite her casual dress, and making a guess that she was probably in her later forties, early fifties. She was wearing a pair designer jeans that hugged her curvy hips without appearing to be overly tight. The snug fitting yellow boat necked top that she wore hugged the curves of her prominent 36D breasts perfectly. The swell of her breasts was very sexy to the eye and the feminine plunge of her neckline gave a hint of her well-tanned chest and cleavage. I could also see the outline of her thick nipples clearly through the fabric. The flattened appearance of the abs on her tummy rippled each time she moved. Her hair was a light smoky blonde and in my estimation she looked somewhat like a mature aged Lady Diana, really sexy and a well-proportioned body. Her legs seemed well toned and tanned feet extending out from the bottom of those killer jeans were nothing less than a work of art. The blood red polish on the nails of those sexy sandaled feet matched the polish on her long fingernails. “It is so pleasing to see the price of CD’s has dropped.” I heard her say to the sales assistant. He responded in the affirmative and then pointed out the 10% discount offer they had for buying 2 or more CD’s. “I guess I should get both of them then.” She added, smiling. Her teeth were pearl white and perfectly straight. “So that means I will get 10% off the one on order if I buy another as well?” she asked. “Definitely.” Exclaimed the guy. “It is a very good offer.” I added. “I was able to get a discounted price on nearly all the CD’s I got for my children for Christmas.” “That is a good way to buy.” She said flashing a warm smile at me. I had finished my shopping at that counter but delayed slightly my departure, hoping to coincide with Cathy’s. I had no preconceived idea of what I hoped to happen but just the opportunity to gaze upon her lovely physique a little long was worth it. She noticed my hesitation and fixed her deep blue eyes to mine. “It was nice to chat.” She said reaching for the bag of CD’s. “I must be going, more birthday shopping to do I am afraid.” “Um… I, well, um…. Would you like to join me for a coffee before you tackle the hordes?” “I do not know you, however, I am feeling somewhat parched. Why not.” She replied much to my relief. We went off into a remote corner of the mall and chatted over coffee and cake for over an hour. The immediate rapport we discovered between us was quite astounding and the talk crossed many wide and varied topics. Finally we both realised time was quickly getting by. I gave her my business card and she jotted her name and number on a napkin. I gave her a kiss each on each cheek, continental style, and we went our separate ways. About an hour later my mobile rang. It was Cathy. She had left her parcel of CD’s at the café and asked if I could retrieve them for her as she had gone to another mall. I told her I would be delighted and would call her back to let her know how I faired. As soon as I had them in my possession I called her. “Hi Cathy, its Ray speaking.” “Oh, hi Ray. How are you? Oh, did you have any luck?” she sounded anxious. “I am extremely well and yes, all present and accounted for.” I said in a light cheerful voice. “Phew, that is a relief.” She sounded genuinely relieved. “I need them before the weekend as they are part of a birthday present. Could I come around to your place later and pick them up?” “Cathy, how about I come to you? I have some things to do over that way tomorrow and it would not be any trouble what so ever for me to drop past in the morning?” “Would you? Could you, I mean? That would be splendid. Oh, you are such a darling for that. I do not know how to thank you.” She sounded so happy I had to smile to myself. “Cathy, it is fine. I will be there about 10am if that suits you?” “Wonderful. Oh thank you. I will see you tomorrow.” I rang off with a million thoughts racing though my mind. I could think of a number of ways she could say thank you but I decided to push them all aside. She was a married, middle-aged woman who probably did not have a wayward bone in her body. Although, after my recent experiences with Michelle, my wicked lover next door, I would certainly answer if opportunity knocked. I arrived at her door right on 10.00am. My eyes nearly popped when she opened the door. She was wearing a pair of really short and low cut jean shorts that are so popular today and I must admit she worn them equally as well as most teenagers if not far better, the slight of her was nearly devastating. As I followed her into her home I could see the "T" at the top of the back of her pink thong. It was sticking up probably a couple of inches above the top of her shorts. They were really tight and the sight was really sexy considering she has an incredible body anyway. The tight shortie tank top that she wore, together with the spaghetti straps, hugged the outline of her well-rounded breasts and once again I could see the outline of her thick nipples clearly. The sexy well toned and tanned legs extending out from the bottom of those shorts were nothing less than stunning. From the sinew like muscles of her strong thighs to the well-defined calves, she was a sight to behold. I sat transfixed as she bustled about the kitchen preparing the tea she had offered. Finally she sat and Cathy burst out with another thank you for the CD return. My pants started to be pushed upward and outward by the restlessness of my member trapped inside. Apart from Michelle I had never thought I would think of and be so close too, another woman in this way but when you are faced with such a goddess you do what you have to get into her pants. I decided on the direct approach. I pushed my chair back and walked up to her. I took gentle hold of the back of her head with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts with the other hand as I pulled her in and kissed her hard. Pushing me back she yelled out, "What the hell did you do that for, Ray?" "I'm sorry Cathy I didn't mean to upset you I just had this urge to know……." "You had to know what?” she asked firmly. "I had to know if you felt the same way as I do. I think you are just so attractive, Cathy, and I just could not help myself." She composed herself and then said, "Well of course, I am flattered but I have only just met you and….. and I am married after all." "That's not what I meant Cathy. I just had to kiss you and I would like to make love to you. There, I have thrown caution to the wind and simply told you how I really feel.” I felt a rush of embarrassment at being such a fool. "Oh Ray. That is quite a statement,” she said as she pulled me into a hug. “But I am so much older than you. I am married as you are but…………” “Do you have a full length mirror?” I asked quietly, cutting her off. “Yes, “ she said, “It is in the spare bedroom just along the hall.” I took her by the hand and led her to the room and stood in front of the mirror. Standing behind her I said, "Look at you Cathy, take a real close look at yourself. You are definitely no frumpy 40-year-old. In fact you are a drop dead gorgeous MILF." "What is a MILF?" "Cathy a MILF is a Mother I'd Like To Fuck, excuse the term. But, you are certainly one of them considering how much attention your body gets from admiring men and women. I watched with interest the way both the guy and the girl at the store yesterday looked at your breasts.” I slid my hands up to her breasts and hefted them, "You have a fantastic pair Cathy, people stare at them all of the time. Your nipples look like they are hard constantly.” I gave them a quick pinch. Cathy mewed softly, her arms by her side. She rested her head back slightly into my shoulder and pressed her rump into my iron groin. My heart and mind were racing like the wind. I knew I had to keep up the momentum or this moment would surely disappear as quickly as it had started. Moving my hands down I cupped her behind. “Your arse is to die for and you have legs most 18-year-olds would kill for. You are a very beautiful, attractive woman in every sense." My hands were in front of her now as I unsnapped her shorts and started pushing down the zipper. I felt her hands go to my thighs. "Ray what are we doing here?" she breathed huskily. “Cathy, we are doing whatever comes naturally." With that I pushed the shorts down her hot legs. Cathy turned to me and said, "We shouldn't be doing this." "I know Cathy but sometimes for personal growth you need to cross certain boundaries. In this case we need to look past the taboo of adultery and see the true undeniable attraction that lies beneath.” I whispered. I brought my face to hers again and kissed her. This time she didn't push me away. In fact her arms went around me and she opened her mouth, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I dropped my jeans where we stood. Cathy's hands found the front to my shirt and opened it. I pushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and Cathy let her hands drop to her sides as I pushed her top over her hips and down her legs then tossed it in the pile of our clothes forming on the floor. Cathy took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Her near naked arse looked amazing in that tiny pink thong. We lay on the bed facing each other, our hands roaming over one another's bodies. “Ray, I am very attracted to you as well but I am a bit scared too.” She whispered stroking my cock in one hand as I toyed with her very hard nipples. “Let’s just throw inhibitions to the wind…” I did get to finish as she interrupted me with a kiss. “It has nothing to do with social etiquette,” she said. I looked at her a bit puzzled. “It is this. You are so large”. She looked down at my thick cock protruding from her hand. “I have never had anything that big inside me.” “Shhhh,” I urged. “I won’t hurt you. Let me show you.” I eased her onto her back. My cock was going crazy at the sight of her hairless pussy. “I see you shave.” I breathed, my gaze fixed on her mound. “I hope you like it?’ “Looks good enough to eat.” I fell between her splayed thighs and reached out, brushing my fingers down her wet slit. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked looking down between her heaving chest at me. “Something wonderful.” I replied. I slowly pushed her legs apart and slowly inserted a finger, then two and finally three of my fingers knuckle deep in the folds of her pussy. I looked at her, her beautiful face looking t the ceiling feeling every movement. Then she let her head fall back and sighed a little as I began to rock them back and forth. I was now finger fucking her pussy as it leaked juices over my hand, down through her bum crack onto the bed. I moved between her open thighs and lowered my face to her crotch. The first touch of my tongue on her clit caused her to shudder. I licked her slit from top to bottom, slurping the juices into my mouth and savouring her taste. She arched her hips up into my face and tightly gripped my hands with hers as she quickly headed towards an early orgasm. Within moments she cried out as her climax washed over her. She lowered her arse back to the bed and lay there, her breathing erratic staring at me almost in shock. I grinned like the cat that'd got the cream, her juices glistening on my lips and chin in the low light and then I moved up her body till my cock was bumping on her inner thigh. She looked like she was a little unsure about my size, but that all changed when I eased the head into her soaking vagina. She groaned out loud and thrust her hips up to meet me as I slowly slid my length into her feeling my thickness pushing the walls of her ribbed channel aside until I was all the way home. Cathy ground herself against me and then urged me to fuck her faster as I stroked my cock in and out. I began to fuck her harder and she was really getting off on it as I pumped for all I was worth. I could feel the first twinges of my own orgasm approaching all to quickly so I pulled out let the thick purple head smear her collected juices over her tummy. “See, I knew you could do it.” I groaned. “Mmmm, you are very big but it felt wonderful. ” I suckled on her swelling breasts, her hands tanging in my hair as I did so. As I chewed on each large bud her body shook and a groan would emanate from deep inside her throat. Slowly, I rolled on top of her again gently pushing her thighs further apart. She bent her knees and raised them as I aimed my cock with my hips. I lifted my face directly above hers and locked on her eyes and reinserted it slowly in her pussy. This time it went in much easier! I pushed it all the way in and held it there so she could get use to it. She sighed again and said: "Oh Ray this feels so good! You were so right! Your cock is wonderful! Fuck me Ray! Fuck me good and hard!” This sudden unbridled outburst surprised me but I was in no position to object to her request. My cock began to slide in and out of her slippery pussy now fucking her with all the strength and passion in my body! I wanted to make this beautiful woman cum over and over again! She arched her arse up into me with every downward pump I gave her. She was fucking me back with as much force as I could muster. She had her hands around my neck and sighed over and over again: "Fuck me Ray. Fuck me! Oh yes!! Fuck me plleeeeeaassseeee! Fuck me! Fuck me Fuck!! Fuck me!! FUCK-----ME! Oh here I go! Oh yesssssssssssssssss!! OH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! OHHHH Ray!! Mmmmmmmm! Nnnuugghhhhhhhhhh, shittttttttttttttttt! OH, OH, OH, GOD……YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She began to buck and thrust her body against my cock climaxing! I pounded away into her pussy as she continued to orgasm. Her head was rolling from side to side, eyes closed and mouth open as she tried to speak but couldn't. No words were coming out of her mouth now as she went crazy fucking her groin up into me! “Yes! I am cummmiinngggg! YES!!!!” she screamed, her body vibrating with the shock waves. I rammed into her body now with all the desire I had left in me. I pumped and pumped as I lifted her legs high up over her head. I leaned back and stared down at her lower body as my cock glided back and forth watching the lips of her swollen vagina suck me back in each time I almost slipped out. Fucking her as hard as I could now, I felt my scrotum tighten! I slammed into Cathy now as her feet wrapped around my head and I held her legs up in the air as I fucked her pussy like a machine. The cum came roaring out of my cock and flew deep into Cathy's body! Again and again Cathy's body flew up into me fucking my cock as hard as I was fuck her pussy! I began firing burst after burst of scalding hot semen deep into her, which sent her over the edge too, crying out in ecstasy. We rolled over keeping our bodies locked to each other drawing every last spasm of each others lust and passion from our gyrating bodies. Finally after a very long time, Cathy collapsed on top of me. We laid there my cock still deep inside her pussy. I could feel our combined fluids dripping from her as they coated my balls. I held her tight and breathlessly whispered, "How did you like it Cathy?" She sighed loudly and told me: "I loved it Ray! It was just like you told me it was going to be! Wonderful! It's the best feeling I have ever had.” I gently kissed her as I held her. I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek and lips. We stayed like that for a long time basking in the afterglow, our legs entwined. We engaged in some quiet intimate pillow talk. Too my surprise she was very interested to here about my exploits with the luscious Michelle. Neighbourhood Watch Ch. 08 For fifteen minutes or more I had been on the receiving end of a wonderful back massage at Cathy’s insistence. We were both still naked and she was sitting astride my buttocks. Every time she reached forward the combined residues from her pussy would seep from her body and trickle down the crack of my arse. I arched my back slightly. “You like that do you? The feeling of our juices flowing from me down your behind?” she asked playfully. “Absolutely!” I exclaimed, a big smile spreading across my face. She reached down and pushed her finger between my cheeks. I groaned loudly to signify my pleasure but to my disappointment she immediately withdrew. “Roll over for me please, you’re done this side,” she whispered into my ear. Lifting herself slightly, I was able to changing our positions without a major disentanglement and when I had flattened out on my back she sat back down this time placing her come soaked mound directly on my flaccid dick. “Now, tell me all about Michelle?” she asked, softly massaging my chest with her gentle hands. Cathy also deftly manoeuvred her lower body so that my resurrecting penis was now centred along her heated slit, her every movement slowly massaging me to full erection. “Well, let’s see. Michelle has been the object of my licentious mind ever since she and her family moved in next door some ten years ago.” I started. “Oh goodie,” she girlishly squealed, “you’re starting from the beginning.” “Are you mocking me?” “Would I do a thing like that?” she retorted, pushing her mushy labia firmly down my shaft. I let her comment go and pushed on with my story. “She is not stunningly beautiful but I think she is quite attractive. Her mousy-blonde shoulder length hair combined with her well looked after figure do make you look twice if not a third time, even after three children. I do know from personal experience she is a regular swimmer, which accounts for the firmness of her muscles as well as the pertness of her breasts.” I smiled cheekily. “Mmmm, go on,” murmured Cathy although I was not sure which made her react so, the mention of Michelle’s firm breasts or the rubbing of my cock along her now flooding snatch. Possibly both was my assumption. “She carry’s her 5’ 6” frame with an air of quiet determination that, when she combines it with a body hugging top, leaves a male quite disarmed. She likes to wear sleeveless tops with three quarter pants or jeans.” “You do realise that I plan to fuck you as you tell me these details.” Cathy blurted. “No argument from me.” I replied, pinching her hardened nipples. “What did you do to/with her the first time you were together?” “It started like this. I reminded her of a time some years earlier when her daughter was home from school and I called round to apologise for a renovation related issue. Anyway, she curled up as we chatted and then she started to lift the waist-hem of the top she was wearing. Michelle calmly stopped the rise of her top from revealing her midriff. I told her she made the comment ‘he does not what to see up there’. My heart was positively pounding in my ears, hoping Michelle would react in a positive way, but I was also trying to be realistic enough to know it probably was a forlorn hope.” “I see! So there was more to the recollection!” Cathy said, curiously using the same words as Michelle had done. “And what did you say?” “At the time I said nothing. I shyly looked away.” Cathy’s rhythmic movements had increased in tempo but, fortunately, I was too caught up in my relating of the experience to take direct notice. “”What would you do if, say, that situation played out right now?” Michelle said to me looking me directly in the eye. “I think I should be the judge of that”. I said immediately. ”Michelle responded “I see” and with her clear hazel eyes looking straight at me as she raised her top to reveal her glorious chest, her bra pulling tight across her breasts, deepening her cleavage dramatically. “So, this is what you really came here for, to see my chest?” Michelle said admiring her own breasts as she lifted them invitingly.” At this moment Cathy lifted her body and with deft rotations of her hips forcefully pushed my throbbing member deep inside herself. Her wet labia slapping down onto my groin, as she ground herself into me, taking every last inch. “Did you fuck her straight away,” Cathy demanded. “Yes,” I answered watching Cathy’s her face contort with lust. “Well, after I told her to play with her breasts and suck her nipples. She even replied, “Yes master.”” This revelation caused Cathy to groan loudly as she rocked herself on my cock, keeping it fully imbedded in her body. “What happened next,” Cathy panted. “I went down on her. I sucked her pussy hard and fingered fucked her until she was near climaxing then I fucked her with my cock. She screamed quite loud when I entered her and you should have heard her when she came!” Cathy slammed her body down hard on my cock several times in very quick succession. I could feel her channel clenching hard around me dragging me deep inside and pushing the thick head against her womb, her vagina spreading its fluids over our joined torsos. “What was it like the next time you had her?” asked Cathy trying to regain her breath. “She asked me to fix a brake light on her car and when I found her in the kitchen she was doing the washing up wearing only a pair of white lacy knickers and a sleeveless-top. I noticed a breadknife lying in the sink and I slipped the knife into the waistband of her knickers and cut it through. I told her to taste her own juices. Her flooding vagina had soaked her knickers and I told her she was a naughty woman. I sank to the floor and I slid my tongue into Michelle's anus. I could feel her arse start to move in a slow circler motion, as my tongue penetrated her with every thrust. She groaned loudly and ground her body down onto my probing tongue.” ”As I continued to tongue fuck Michelle's tight arse, I slipped my hand around to her pussy, and slowly pushed two fingers between her juicy pussy lips and began to rub her erect clit. Her juices flowed down my wrist and dripped onto the floor as I inserted one more finger into her vagina. She came instantly filling my mouth with her with her juices.” ”After a minute or so, I reached up again and entered her pussy, using three fingers in a slow twisting motion. She shuddered and choked off a cry of pleasure as I finger fucked her slowly, grinding my knuckles against her swollen clit each time I fully entered her. I fucked her arse with my thumb as I started to fuck her pussy with more powerful upward strokes. I watched fascinated as her inner lips pulled down with my fingers as they withdrew, their dark redness glistening with the overflow of vaginal fluid dripping from her gorgeous body onto the floor. Gradually I started building the pace, pulling back and re-entering her flooding womanhood faster and harder in response to her cries and pleading for me to make her come. Which she did very powerfully.” Cathy now massaging her breasts as she spoke. She pushed her body firmly down on me rubbing her vagina into my groin and mashing her slippery clit against my pubic bone. “So, what else have you two got up too?” she asked through a tightening jaw. “She did a bit of a table turn after that. She sucked me dry them ordered me to go upstairs into the bathroom where she proceeded to shave me.” “Shave you? Is that why you are hairless, I was meaning to ask.” “Yes,” I stammered feeling the power of Cathy’s pussy as it opened and closed around the full length of my dick. “She shaved me and then stood over me and masturbated herself. As soon as she came she collapsed onto me..” I could not finish my sentence as Cathy had increased the pace obviously getting more excited as I told her of my sexy exploits with Michelle together with my thick cock buried deep inside her body. I began to slowly pump myself up to meet her thrusts from above. As our bodies met her back arched up towards me pushing her magnificent tits out as if beckoning me take them. I was drawn up into a sitting position and grabbed her right nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard and nibbling on the extended nipple. She moaned loudly and her hand grasped onto my shoulder tighter. I began to pump a bit faster, moaning into her breast as I continued to chew her nipple. I switched to the other one repeating the dose on that nipple. Again she moaned and I couldn't help but groan in unison with her as her lower worked its magic. I continued to buck upward, trying to push myself fully in and out of her tight channel, harder and faster, until my balls were slamming against her, making a smacking noise. She moaned more and faster and I breathed harshly as we sped to reach our respective climaxes. I locked my mouth onto her tit, my eyes clenched hard as I went closer and closer to the edge. My head was spinning, ears only for the sounds of Cathy’s orgasm, which served to send me rocketing. A blinding light filled my minds eye as all at once I shot my release hard and deep inside of Cathy’s body. At this first pulse I threw my head back to watch Cathy’s beautiful face. She threw her eyes wide open as she felt the force of my first deposit hit her deep in her womb. Then again and again my cock burst into her matching her own orgasmic waves. She held me close, our juices joining and our bodies slowly relaxing from the intensity of our coupling. Her pussy was throbbing around with my wilting shaft. I slowly pulled on top of me, keeping myself inside her as we both struggled to retain our breathing. "Cathy, have you ever made love to a woman before?" I asked languidly as we lay naked on her bed still basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. She playfully stroked my softened penis while resting her head on my shoulder. "Only in my dreams and fantasies of late but back when I was in college…." Her voice trailed off as if she was lost in distant memories. “I am terribly sorry if I have caused you to reflect on a painful experience.” I said, suddenly feeling very stupid for opening my mouth. "That's okay, Ray, it is not painful at all. In fact I remember it like it was just yesterday. But lets not talk about that now. However, I wonder if Michelle has had any experience in that area." She said with a slight edge to her voice, an edge that I could not read at the moment. “She has not said anything but then I have not asked.” Cathy snuggled in closer. “I would be interested to her response.” “So would I.”