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The First Knock is the Hardest

By: Northern_One



This is the first in a series of stories following Ed and his adventures as a door-to-door salesman. I hope you enjoy them and please do leave me feedback -- it's always welcome. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.

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The temperature was already rising. Even now, at this relatively early hour the sun beat down on the cracked, parched earth beside the pavement on which Ed sat, feet in the road, his head between his knees. He was engaged in his daily battle with inertia and distaste for what he had to do, a task made all the more Herculean today by the jumbo-sized hangover that was currently poisoning his body. Ed gingerly massaged his temples in the vain hope that his fingertips could rub away the pain caused by the tiny pneumatic drill-wielding man that he was convinced had crept in through his ear in the night and was now seemingly frantically searching for a way out of Ed's head. 

Ed groaned quietly and finished the last of the water he'd brought with him. He looked around him at the area that would be his patch for the day. The suburb looked much like the one he'd worked yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. They all looked the same: modern, identikit houses, skinny, unloved plants in perfunctory gardens, a car or two in the driveway, in this part of the world perhaps a boat. This suburb, like yesterday's, and the one the day before, could have been almost anywhere, a node on a freeway, a highway, a motorway; one insignificant part of the sprawl of a hundred different cities in a dozen different countries. He tried to rouse himself. The first knock was always the hardest. Whether he sold anything or not, it didn't really matter. Once that first hurdle was surmounted, that first door tried, the day could begin properly and Ed knew he would be able to turn on the charm, light up the smile, switch on the patter, but for these few minutes after the team leader had left him with his area map and no hope of rescue until the end of the day, Ed had to force himself to move.

The dry heat was turbocharging his headache, parching his dehydrated body further. Drinking more water wasn't really an option -- there were no public conveniences on housing estates - he'd only have to hold it in until dusk when he could finally hide behind a tree and relieve himself. The last few weeks of door-to-door sales had taught him to put as little as possible into his body until he knew he could safely expel it too. What was foremost in Ed's mind, though, far worse than the headache and the aching muscles, was the scarcely conceivable level of horniness he was feeling. Normally on a hungover morning he'd have seen to himself in the shower but this morning he'd not even had time for that and now here he was, a day's door-knocking ahead of him and no prospect of releasing the filthy, sordid sperm that were swelling his balls and clouding his thinking.

He knew he couldn't sit there much longer, there were only so many times even his weak-will could stand the mental countdown from ten without actually acting on the implied lift-off that zero brought. He looked at the date on his watch. Just over a week until his visa expired. Whether he liked it or not he had to earn enough in the next few days to pay for his onward ticket, either that or face being ejected by the authorities who would certainly then look dimly on his plans to return in the future. Ed sighed deeply and hauled himself to his feet, pleasantly surprised by this minor triumph of mind over matter and dusted off the seat of his cheap navy blue trousers. He checked his white shirt was neatly tucked in, pulled down the clean but worn cuffs, fastened his top button, straightened his polyester tie and, smoothing out the map on his clipboard, took a deep breath, walked purposefully across the road and up the concrete drive of his first house. It was still quite possible he'd lose his nerve at this point so he made sure he walked quickly, reaching the door and extending his finger to press the doorbell before his brain caught up and realised it had been tricked into allowing him to go through this ordeal yet again. Inside the house the faint electronic chimes and approaching footsteps signalled the battle had been won. Ed took a step back so as not to intimidate the potential customer and smiled.

"Hi there, how are you this morning?"

"Whatever it is, I don't want it."

"No problem at all, sir. Sorry to trouble you."

As the door closed and Ed walked back down the drive, his clipboard under his arm his day had begun.

***

As the morning wore on Ed's headache gradually began to recede. He'd made a couple of sales which always helped his mood and, ahead of a nationally revered race at the weekend had had a pleasant conversation with a man in his garden about the relative merits of one major car company over another, a topic Ed knew little about but was somehow able to contribute to safe in the knowledge that a happy customer was more likely to spend more. As he walked between houses he'd been mulling over the events of the night before which had mainly consisted of the consumption of beer and tequila in and outside a number of establishments popular with short-term visitors to the country determined to have as much fun as possible before the money or visa ran out or, as in Ed's case, both. He'd been drinking with a Canadian guy who had spent several months selling door-to-door after, he said, losing a lot of money to a scam whilst he was in New Zealand. Ed's memory was decidedly patchy but the Canadian, whose name evaded him, had had some good tips on sales technique and, judging by his generosity, had been putting them to good effect. In Ed's current state, however, something else the Canadian had told him was of much greater interest. 

"Seriously dude, it's so easy out there. You've just got to look for the signals," the Canadian had told him as they washed down another slug of tequila with yet more beer.

"Bull shit, it's a myth," Ed had slurred, rolling a baggy spliff on his knee beneath the table.

"I shit you not, man. I've lost count of the number of opportunities I've had in this game." The Canadian was shouting to make himself heard over the thumping bassline of the sweaty bar's sound system.

Ed laughed and shook his head. "It sounds like a readers' confession in Razzle."

"Believe what you want buddy," the Canadian said, his eyes on the topless podium dancer writhing and jerking in time to the music. "Bored, lonely housewives are your best bet. Husband works away, they're stuck out there in the 'burbs, Rabbit the only fun they get." The Canadian turned to Ed. "Just gotta keep your eyes open," he said, a look of deadly seriousness on his face. "Right, you managed to roll that joint yet?"

"Just about," Ed laughed, holding aloft the result of twenty minute's drunken work.

"Fuck me, man, you really must be wasted," said the Canadian. "Come on, let's go. I wanna get that chick's number before I forget how to talk."

The spliff had been the final straw for Ed but now, as he made his way along his route, his libido soaring, the sincerity of the Canadian's words made Ed wonder. As he walked up the next drive he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a window. Not too bad, he thought. Tall, reasonably smart, good hair -- thick, blond and stylishly messy - still in decent shape despite barely eating since he started this job. Yeah, why wouldn't an attractive young mum want to spend an illicit hour with him on a Wednesday afternoon? As he pressed the bell Ed, his mind now filled with filthy images of what he was going to do to the horny MILF he was about to meet, unconsciously adjusted the swelling in his boxer shorts and cleared his throat as the screen door opened.

"Oh, hi there," he said, his toes curling in embarrassment at his ridiculous daydreaming. Scantily-clad the figure filling the doorframe might have been; a sexy young nymph he was not. Heartening for Ed, though, was the Star Wars logo on the stained singlet the generously-proportioned man in front of him was wearing. "I see you're a film fan. How would you like to save fifteen per cent on your next ten cinema visits?"

Five minutes later Ed was on his way to the next house, his profit for the day greatly enhanced by the movie-going obsessive he'd just encountered; his aching desire unquenched.

The last vestiges of Ed's hangover were still lingering but on the whole he was feeling altogether more human. His thirst had been so great that he'd even broken his own rules and accepted more than his usual two glasses of water during the afternoon figuring he was so dehydrated there wasn't much likelihood of him needing to cross his legs. He'd met some decent people and only been told to fuck off a tolerable number of times. He'd met his target for the day and had a couple of call backs so reckoned he'd have enough cash for a few drinks that night on top of what he needed for his plane ticket. What he hadn't had was what was now his holy grail, his ultimate goal: the mythical beast that was the woman who invited him in for more than some money-off vouchers at the local multiplex. He'd seen some attractive women, that was true, but despite his antennae being tuned to pick up any signal he might normally have overlooked he'd detected nothing more suggestive than a polite smile. Although Ed's hungover horn was no less apparent he reminded himself that it was almost certainly male bragging on the part of the Canadian and that that sort of thing didn't happen in the real world. After all, the closest he'd come to getting laid during this latest career was when a middle-aged man had invited him in out of the rain whilst he went to find his wallet. The seventies' bottle-green deep pile carpet and split-level lounge had quickly set Ed's alarm bells ringing and he'd politely but firmly made it clear he was there to sell cheap cinema tickets and nothing more. As desperate as he was he wasn't that desperate. Besides, out of sheer embarrassment, the bloke had bought a huge bunch of vouchers so Ed had done pretty well from the whole experience.

His lift home was still an hour or so away so Ed walked the few hundred metres to revisit a woman who'd been dashing out the door earlier in the day, contenting himself as he did with the thought of some internet porn via his roommate's laptop. How he'd found himself sharing a tiny apartment with a strict Christian from Zambia he wasn't quite sure but as long as Charles left his computer on and logged-in Ed was quite happy. He just hoped Charles didn't decide to check his own browsing history before Ed left the country. 

Ed walked towards the front door and tried to remember who this particular woman was. Having knocked on literally hundreds of doors over the previous few hours remembering who was who was nigh on impossible. She'd obviously not been that memorable, anyway. He knocked firmly with his knuckles, wincing slightly at the sharp pain brought on through overuse. The door opened a moment or two later.

"Oh hi there, my name's Ed. You asked me to call back. I hope now is a better time?"

"Sure, yes," the woman said. She looked up at the bright blue sky and shielded her eyes. "Look, it's still bloody hot. Do you want to come in?"

Ed stood in the cool, air-conditioned comfort of the woman's kitchen and explained the deal he had to offer. He wasn't really supposed to cross the threshold of a customer's house but if there was a sale on the cards he was happy to bend the rules. A break from the heat was always welcome, too, and she was right, it was still bloody hot. As he spoke the woman busied herself with some washing-up, glancing at him from time to time, nodding occasionally. Dressed in a black velour leisure suit she was a little older than him, he thought, probably late twenties, quite tall, fit-looking, with blonde hair, darkened by its dampness, tied back in a ponytail. As she looked up from the dishes he saw brown eyes just visible beneath a fringe. She kept blowing air against her bottom lip and upwards to keep the hair out of her eyes. Picking up a towel from the rail beside the worktop she dried her hands and turned to look at Ed.

"Sorry, I wasn't really paying much attention," she said, using an index finger to flick the hair out of her eyes again. "This bloody fringe," she laughed, "I've only had it a week and it needs cutting already."

Ed smiled and took a breath to start his pitch again but the woman beat him to it. 

"I'm Charlene," she said, holding out a hand to shake his. "What's your name?"

"Ed," said Ed, taking her hand and giving Charlene his winningest smile. "I like the fringe, by the way."

"Ahh thanks, Ed," Charlene said, looking right at Ed's green eyes. "I'm not sure myself. Still, ya gotta try these things, eh?" She had the nasally twang of a local. It wasn't the prettiest accent and totally out of kilter with the way Charlene looked. Having, Ed assumed from the damp hair, recently showered she didn't have a trace of makeup on but she had a naturally pretty face and a sweet smile. He was surprised at himself for not remembering her from earlier in the day.

Charlene let go of his hand and cocked her head to one side. "You're a Pom, eh?" she asked, a hint of mockery in her tone. 

"'Fraid so," Ed murmured. Yes, she was pretty and yes, he wanted to make a sale, but the interminable references to whinging Poms from the various comedians he met each day were growing decidedly old.

"Ahh I'm only teasing," Charlene laughed, slapping Ed's arm as she did. "Jeez, you Poms are so touchy! Whatcha flogging today, anyway?" she asked, lifting herself onto the worktop as she did then taking a grape from the nearby fruit bowl and popping it into her mouth.

Ed smiled thinly. He sensed a sale was unlikely so thought he'd just cut to the chase. "Cheap cinema tickets," he said, "are you a movie-goer?"

Charlene grinned and chewed another grape. "Can't remember the last time I went to the cinema. Anything good on?" 

Ed sensed he was fighting a losing battle with this one. "You know what? I've no idea!" he laughed.

"Jeez, Ed," Charlene said, a cheeky glint in her eye, "Surely you can do better than that!"

"You're right, sorry," Ed said sheepishly. "It's a great deal, I can promise you that." Ed cringed at his pathetic sales pitch. All his confidence and patter had deserted him.

"Never mind," said Charlene. "I'll take a couple anyway."

Ed filled out the form and turned the clipboard over to Charlene to sign her vouchers. Charlene jumped off the worktop and went to her bag to find her purse.

"How long have you been doing this?" she asked as she rummaged.

"Oh a few months now. Not got long left, my visa expires soon." 

"Right," Charlene responded, looking over to Ed. "Must keep you in good shape though, all that walking."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Ed replied. "I've lost a lot of weight though cos I don't get to eat during the day."

"You look pretty good to me," Charlene said, now in front of him, her purse in her hands.

Ed laughed bashfully. "Thanks." Inside his mind synapses slowly started to connect. Something about this situation felt unusual. "What do you do?" he asked.

"I'm a lifeguard at the pool down the road," Charlene told him, jerking her to one side to indicate where the pool was. As she did her ponytail bounced playfully. Ed had always liked the way ponytails bobbed and sprang in sympathy with a girl's movements. There was something lively and spirited about them. Charlene's was no exception. 

"Oh right," Ed said. "I guess you must be in pretty good shape, too."

Charlene had the banknotes in her hand, ready to hand them over. Ed couldn't be sure but he thought the zipper on her top was a little lower than before. More synapses fired inside his head. Fucking hell, he thought. Is this what the Canadian was on about? He glanced at her hand. No wedding ring, not that that meant much. His eyes flicked around the kitchen, looking for signs of a male occupant. The plain white cupboards and dark granite worktops didn't give him much to go on. He met Charlene's gaze. The tip of her tongue ran across her perfectly white teeth.

"I dunno. I suppose so." All of a sudden Charlene's voice was soft. Gone was the loud, nasally bark. She was close to Ed now. The zipper was definitely lower. It didn't look like she had anything on underneath. "What do you think?" she asked quietly.

Ed's mind cast back to the night before and the advice the Canadian had given him. This was just what he had been talking about, wasn't it? Disgusted with his brain's ineptness, Ed's aching groin began to think for him and a charge of arousal shot through his cock and balls.

"I think I need to see some more first," Ed found himself saying.

"Okay," said Charlene, her voice now husky as she reached up to her zipper and slowly pulled it down.

Ed's eyes went from Charlene's to the slowly descending zipper. He saw that he'd been right about her having nothing on underneath. The swell of her pale breasts came into view, the skin almost white in comparison to her tanned upper chest. The opening fastener revealed more -- the bottom of her tits, her stomach; a silver bar adorned her belly-button. As Charlene's fingers paused briefly to pull the final teeth of the zipper apart Ed licked his lips at the tantalising prospect of seeing more. Only seconds had passed but already his loins sensed the chance they'd been waiting for all day; the chance to rid himself of the hot, sleazy spunk that still polluted his body. He wanted her badly. Had he really been missing opportunities like this all along?

Charlene's teeth caught her bottom lip as the zipper finally parted. She looked at Ed whose eyes were fixed on her chest, waiting for the big reveal. Grinning, she stepped closer to him, causing Ed to look her in the eye.

"I don't normally invite strange men in, you know?" she said, her head to one side again, her hands holding together the velour material.

"So why this time?" said Ed, trying to sound cooler than he felt.

"You looked like you might have something I'd be interested in," she answered, her hand gently rubbing against Ed's rapidly growing bulge.

Ed groaned at the sensation of female hand on needy cock and bent his head to kiss Charlene. She moved back, out of his reach, leaving him searching for a mouth that had gone.

"Uh uh," she said, shaking her head. "We need to be sure we both like what's on offer."

"Don't worry," Ed said too quickly, "I like what I've seen already." He made to open Charlene's top but she skipped back another step, giggling as she did.

"Not so fast, mister," she said, pulling her top tightly closed. "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," she said, nodding at Ed.

Ed paused, his composure mildly upset by Charlene's teasing. Of course she wasn't just gonna let you fuck her, he told himself. Play it cool, don't mess this up. He grinned back at her, hoping his face didn't betray his uncertainty. He was on new territory, after all and this was really happening. 

He undid his tie and dropped it on the worktop then undid his top button and cuffs. He didn't need to be fighting to pull his shirt sleeves over his hands having forgotten they were still buttoned. Looking straight at Charlene he began to undo his shirt, pausing after three or four buttons to untuck it. A wave of fear crossed his mind that Charlene might reject him once he'd revealed his torso to her, or, worse still, that the whole thing was a wind-up, but the hormones coursing through his veins told him dignity was overrated. 

Ed's shirt was unbuttoned and he slid it off his arms. Charlene looked on, her head again cocked to one side, the sandy-coloured ponytail hanging like a plumb-line. Beneath the troublesome fringe her big brown eyes took in his upper body as Ed stood, slightly awkwardly in this stranger's kitchen. Under normal circumstances he'd have been feeling reasonably confident about his physique; these weren't normal circumstances, though. 


The First Knock is the Hardest Ch. 02



This is the second in a series of stories following Ed and his adventures as a door-to-door salesman. You don't need to have read chapter one but you might as well!

I hope you enjoy them and please do leave me feedback – it's always welcome. All rights reserved, (c) Northern_One, 2013.



The Canadian had an apartment only a block away from where the street of backpackers' bars thumped with heavy bass and thronged with people. The bars had a liberated, hedonistic atmosphere where people abandoned mundane reality and cut loose, even if they were only free for a few days or weeks, and something of that heady air filled the dimly lit apartment where Ed, the Canadian and the dancer from the bar lounged, already pretty drunk and now mildly drugged. They had met in one of the bars a couple of hours earlier and were back at the Canadian's place to sample his new toy, a huge pyramidal electronic vapouriser that, when combined with his latest batch of grass had the effect of making them particularly high. It was only a couple of days since the Canadian had acquired the girl's number but from what Ed could see they were getting on pretty well already.

"So how d'ya get on at work?" the Canadian asked with a wink. He was propped up against the head of the bed, a beer can in one hand, the other draped around the shoulders of the petite brunette who lay against him. He was a good looking guy, the Canadian, not that Ed was attracted to men, but he could see what girls saw in him. Although Ed wasn't exactly an eight stone weakling the Canadian had the kind of broad, rugged physique that Ed always wished he'd been blessed with; a scruffy beard and mop of curly blond hair added to the general air of masculinity that the Canadian exuded. 

"What do you do Ed?" the girl, whose name Ed had taken the time to ask, only to forget it immediately lay against the Canadian, her head on his chest. As fine a specimen as the Canadian was, the girl Ed had last seen wearing only stripper shoes and gold hotpants was altogether more up his street. She was Hungarian – he knew that much – and had extraordinarily high cheekbones that accentuated her almost mesmeric, grey-blue eyes even further. Her dark hair was scraped back from her face in a tight ponytail giving her a slightly stern look that, along with her full, pouting lips, and those narrow, feline, steely eyes reminded Ed of an Eastern European villainess from a Bond film although the cumulative effects of drink, drugs, heat and her striking appearance were making any suave, Bond-like witticisms most unlikely, on Ed's part at least.

"Basically I'm a door-to-door, salesman," Ed told her from the armchair in which he was slumped, his legs outstretched on the bed. He took a slurp from his can and crossed his ankles. "It's a pretty shitty job to be honest but I need to make money somehow."

The girl nodded, grinning broadly. "I know what you mean," she responded in accented yet flawless English that would put many native speakers to shame. "I've got a master's from Oxford and here I am, flaunting my tits to drunken yobs," she laughed.

This made the Canadian snort. "You're shitting me?" he yelled. "You went to Oxford?" 

The girl looked at him and pouted, extricating herself from his arm and sliding across the bed towards the vapourising machine. "I'm a girl of many talents,'' she said. As she spoke she looked at Ed and winked. Her glossy black leggings made a noise like static electricity crackling on the Canadian's cheap bed clothes.

"I'm sure you are baby, I'm sure you are," drawled the Canadian, admiring her sculpted arse, perfectly presented as she leaned across the table to fill the machine. Ed and the Canadian absently appreciated the beauty before them, watching her fill the Magic Mountain with another batch of greenery. The conversation lulled for a moment as the men admired the girl and the girl went to work on the machine.

A change of tracks on the sound system snapped the Canadian out of his trance and he gently kicked Ed's feet, nudging him back to reality. "So," he encouraged, a look of genuine eagerness on his face. "Any luck out there?" 

Ed smiled coolly. He'd been waiting for the Canadian to ask and secretly was desperate to tell all and boast about his conquest of Charlene but he didn't want to look like a boorish womaniser in front of this remarkable female. Okay, he might have seen her on a podium, oiled and topless a night or two ago but, as she said, everyone has to make a living somehow. "A gentlemen doesn't tell," he said smoothly, ostentatiously checking his fingernails for any dirt.

"Bull shit!" the Canadian exploded. "Fuck gentlemen; a dude shares the wealth!" he boomed, his eyes dancing with excitement. "You did, didn't you? You nailed a MILF!"

"What's this?" asked the girl, an equally mischievous glint in her eye as she turned to Ed. "Have you been seducing desperate housewives?"

"Ha ha, no," Ed instinctively said, suddenly feeling very much on the spot. "Well, yeah, kind of," he said quietly. He found himself having to stifle a childishly excited laugh.

"You little ripper!" the Canadian yelled in a vaguely Australian accent. "I told you, you've just gotta be on the ball! What was she like? Was she a hound? I bet she was!"

The girl blew out the non-existent smoke and frowned gently at the machine. It had taken Ed a while to become used to not having the feel of hot smoke on his throat. It was almost as if feeling that burn was a necessary part of getting stoned but, after a few minutes, the effects of the machine were impressive. She settled herself back on the bed, beside the Canadian, pulling his arm around her bare shoulders once more.

"I bet she was a babe. Ed's hot. He wouldn't fuck a hound, would you Ed?" The girl was looking right at Ed as she spoke, her lips pouting as she looked him up and down.

"So was she a hottie then?" the Canadian asked.

Ed was feeling very much on the spot now and regretted the last hit he'd taken from the Magic Mountain. He shuffled uncomfortably, taking his feet off the bed and placing them on the floor, subconsciously trying to make himself less open, less a part of the cosy little trio. 

"Leave him alone, you" the girl said gently. "Like Ed said, he's a gentleman and a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." She winked at Ed, her mouth in a seductive pout. She made herself more comfortable on the bed and took a sip of beer from the Canadian's can. She looked at Ed again. "Although if you did want to tell I'd love to hear," she said quietly, her eyes locked on Ed's.

Ed looked away, unable to stand her intense gaze. He waited a second to compose himself and to try to unscramble his thoughts. It felt seriously weird to tell people whose names he couldn't even hold in his head about his sexual conquests but then again, the girl was a topless dancer and the Canadian was the one who ultimately he had to thank for his little escapade with Charlene so he wasn't exactly going to be shocking anyone. He looked back at the girl who was still looking at him, smiling subtly, encouraging him. He took a swig of beer. "She was pretty hot," he muttered. 

"I'm sure she was," the girl said. She shuffled closer to the Canadian and patted the bed beside her. "Come here and tell us about it."

Ed glanced at the Canadian who had raised an eyebrow. Ed was pleased to see even the burly alpha male was slightly taken aback by the girl's suggestion but, with the words of advice he'd been given the other night about looking out for opportunities at the front of his thoughts, he climbed out of the armchair and onto the bed, taking up his position next to the girl.

"Now then," she said, her elegant manicured hand resting on his thigh. "Tell us your story. We want details."

The little apartment, already pretty hot, was rapidly becoming stifling. The three of them sat on the bed, their backs against the headboard, their legs stretched out. On one side of the bed the Canadian was wearing a faded blue t shirt and khaki cargo shorts. On the other was Ed, dressed in a loose white shirt and shabby, frayed jeans. Neither wore shoes, flip flops being their footwear of choice. Neither had shaved for a few days and both had fairly unruly, messy hairstyles. In between the scruffy blokes the girl was a well-scrubbed and fragrant beauty. She was subtly made up, not as obviously so as she had been the other night when the boys had ogled her as she twisted and gyrated atop the podium, but the make-up she did wear highlighted her exquisite cheekbones and eyes, accentuating her almost feline appearance. Her full lips shimmered in the dim light. They were pale, a kind of pastel-pink that complemented her skin and eye colour. Along with her glossy leggings she wore a tight, silvery boob tube-type top and black, strappy stiletto heels. It would have been hard to find a better illustration of the way many men and women approach dress and grooming. 

It wasn't a big bed and Ed was pressed tight against the girl. Along with the effects of the drink and drugs, the hypnotic beat of the music and the close heat here was a definite tension in the air. Ed, encouraged by the girl's seductive voice and general air of exotic sexiness was finding it a little hard to concentrate on keeping his story coherent. Both the Canadian and the girl encouraged him, asking him to recount his time with Charlene slowly, to not miss anything out. Ed wasn't quite sure where this was leading but something told him it was likely to be an enjoyable journey.

The girl's hand was still on Ed's thigh, her other on that of the Canadian. Ed, finding his inhibitions tempered by the intake of the evening and the unusual circumstances, was beginning to enjoy his role as storyteller. Every so often one of his audience would ask a question or make an encouraging remark, fuelling Ed's enthusiasm, urging him on. He hadn't even begun to talk about the actual sex yet, it seemed as though the thrill of the build-up, the setting of the scene; the little details were what were truly exciting.

"So do you think she liked the look of you the first time you called and planned it?" the girl asked. Ed couldn't be sure if she was consciously rubbing his inner thigh now but the feel of her hand running up and down his thigh through his thin jeans was certainly having an effect on him.

"I don't know," Ed replied, looking across at the pair of them. The girl was smiling faintly, her lips moistened, her white teeth just visible. The Canadian was grinning like the village idiot. He was obviously loving hearing how his words of wisdom had been put to good use. "I mean, I didn't remember her but then she was naked under that leisure suit, so maybe."

"I bet she did. I bet she planned it all," the girl said to Ed, her hand working its way higher, making Ed catch his breath.

"I told you, man," the Canadian chuckled. "Bored suburban chicks. They're the best."

The girl gave him a look and slapped his thigh sharply, making him yelp. "Sorry babe. You know what I mean, though," he said sheepishly.

"Come on, Ed," she encouraged. "My god, I bet you were excited!" As if to reinforce her point she dragged her fingers over Ed's crotch, causing Ed's rapidly hardening cock to lurch. Her eyes were won his, a knowing look there, behind the faintly mysterious blue-grey of her irises. He looked at the Canadian; her hand was on his crotch, too. He gave Ed a slightly wary look, his eyes wide, brows raised. 

Ed continued, relaying how he'd decided to go for broke and strip in front of Charlene and found himself rubbing his cock in front of a stranger in her kitchen. At this point the girl murmured something quietly to herself and rubbed her palm firmly and deliberately over the sensitive tip of Ed's now fully erect cock. Ed began working through various possibilities of how the current scenario might develop. The girl was clearly in charge, her hands slowly stimulating both men but Ed couldn't help wonder where things were heading. Years before, he and a friend had almost had a threesome with a girl but had chickened out citing having no desire to see one another's veiny stalks; but that was as a teenager. Ed was quite happy to see where this was going.

"So did she get them out for you then?" the Canadian asked.

Ed snorted at the directness of his acquaintance, so much for building an erotic atmosphere, he thought. "Yeah, once I was in the buff she got them out," Ed laughed.

"What were they like?" he asked eagerly. "Were they like these little beauties?" he leaned over to the girl and pulled down her tight top. Both of her pert breasts bobbed into view. The girl didn't bat an eyelid. 

Ed took a good look as she continued to rub his cock. "Probably a bit bigger, I guess. Not tanned though." He paused to appraise her tits some more. Yes, he'd seen them in the bar but there they were something to ogle, something for drunk blokes to wank off over back at their hostel. Here, in the charged heat of the Canadian's apartment, they were - she was – real, a part of a beautiful, apparently sexually available woman who was currently rubbing his and his friend's cocks. Driven by the growing tingling in his groin he reached to feel her left breast. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. The girl's tits were smaller than Charlene's but firmer. Ed didn't think he'd felt such firm boobs since he was a randy teenager, persuading reluctant girlfriends to let him cop a feel. Her tits filled the cup of his hand perfectly, a dark, slightly upturned nipple pressing hard against his palm. As he rubbed the European beauty pouted, her thumb and index finger closing around his now almost painfully-throbbing erection.

"So, Ed," she breathed. "What happened next?"

Ed continued to rub her tits and picked up his story. He had past the point of verbal foreplay now and was describing his licking her out and building up to their hard, intense fuck on her dining table. Neither the girl nor the Canadian asked anything now; there was a palpable air of concentration to accompany the sexual tension. Ed, now with no embarrassment whatsoever, his memories fuelling the imaginations of his listeners, was describing the sensation of sliding deep inside Charlene's tight cunt. As he did, the girl, with impressive ambidexterity, unbuttoned the flies of the men either side of her, finally freeing their aching cocks and began to stroke. The feel of her hand tight around his aching hard on caused to Ed to gasp. He looked across at The Canadian who again, just for a second, looked a little unsure and looked away. What was happening had obviously taken the Canadian by surprise too but the girl either ignored his discomfort or didn't care and instead looked at Ed and pouted, her breasts beginning to jiggle as she pumped her arms up and down in unison. 

"Keep going," she told him. She looked at Ed's cock in her left hand then, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow, back at him. "Charlene's a lucky girl."

Ed grinned at the compliment then groaned as the girl's French-manicured nails dragged up the length of his cock and onto the wet, sticky head. He pinched her left nipple, making her squeak, then resumed his tale.

A few moments later, as he was building, literally, to the climax of his story, the girl moved out from between the boys and, crawling down the bed, her little shiny black bottom wiggling enticingly as she moved, turned to face them. She knelt, her top below her breasts, her hard nipples pointing upwards, and gazed admiringly at the scene in front of her, and the excitement she was causing. "Take them off," she instructed, looking at the undone jeans and shorts Ed and the Canadian still wore. "And your tops." 

Ed, now so far beyond caring whose cock he saw, was naked in an instant. He was quite happy with not knowing the destination, just happy to enjoy the ride. The Canadian, now rather less sure of himself hesitated briefly, then followed but kept his gaze firmly fixed on the girl. "Good boys," she said huskily, eyeing the two bobbing, glistening penises in front of her. Her tongue slid along her full lips, moistening them again, and she rubbed her tits, pinching both nipples. She came closer, kneeling between Ed and his friend, and took hold once more. She looked at Ed, the muscles of her slender arms visibly tensing as she worked her hands up and down. "How does it end, Ed?" she asked. "I want to know."

Ed was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on his narrative, a task made all the more difficult when the girl, her eyes on his, lowered her head, and took him into her mouth. He moaned as her wet, hot mouth engulfed his cock, her tongue slithering and slipping across the tip, her full, pouting lips almost pornographic as they formed a tight seal. She sucked hard, sensual, cat-like eyes still on Ed's, her head bobbing up and down, lacquered ponytail flapping from one side to another. After all too short a time she released him with a slurping, sucking sound and, after demanding the finale of the story, turned her attention to the Canadian. As her mouth closed around his cock, her hand found its way back to Ed's cock, wanking him hard.

She alternated like this, her hand wrapped tight around one cock whilst sucking the other as Ed described how he had fucked Charlene. Each time she swapped she'd smile, almost demurely, at her man before resuming her efforts. 

Maybe Ed was slowed by having to tell his story or maybe it was simply staying power but on perhaps her fourth visitation to the Canadian's pole he cried out as he suddenly came. Her hand didn't let up on Ed's cock for a second as the Canadian thrust his hips upwards in time with his ejaculations, her lips tight around the head, the shaft below glistening with her saliva. She waited patiently until the Canadian's writhing and grunting died away then, without making a show of it, swallowed, released his still twitching tool, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her attention back to Ed. How times change, he thought to himself. From turning down a threesome because he didn't want to see his mate's dick to being sucked off by a girl who had just swallowed another dude's load. That had to count as progress. Perhaps not for the Canadian, though, who didn't know where to look.

Kneeling, her delectable little bum pointing skyward and just visible in the apartment's mirror, the girl settled herself between Ed's knees, her hands rubbing up his inner thighs, between his legs, dragging a fingernail across his arsehole, then upwards, onto his balls and cock. She rubbed his slit with a fingertip, massaging the sticky emissions and her own saliva all around his big, purple helmet with a greedy look on her face. She looked up at him again. "Story please," she said, then slid her wonderful lips down his rod, taking as much of Ed's long, thick cock as she could. Ed groaned quietly and endeavoured to finish. 

His story was nearly complete and so was he. As she sped up, her tongue writhing across him as she sucked, her hands working on his shaft and squeezing his balls, Ed relayed Charlene coming, then his own orgasm, shooting his load over her body. As he did the girl pressed a digit against his arse, working him towards ecstasy. Her head bobbed, her mouth so wet and hot, her eyes never leaving his until finally, the moment came and he erupted, shooting jet after jet into her mouth. He grunted with each spurt, the slow build-up to his orgasm making it all the more intense. The girl swallowed as she went and didn't stop until she'd sucked every drop from him, her eyes smiling wickedly as she did. Finally, reluctantly, she set his now softening cock free and sat up on her knees, a huge, satisfied grin on her sultry face. 

"Mmm, that was nice," she said, eyeing the drained boys. "I don't do that for just anyone, you know." She looked at Ed. "I loved your story. You made me feel very naughty." She paused for a second, taking in the view, her hand idly playing with her right breast before she pulled up her top, and playfully slapped the boys' legs. "Right, you two. Get dressed. We're going out."




The First Knock is the Hardest Ch. 02



Ed left the two of them in a club a couple of hours later. The girl had made it pretty obvious she'd be more than happy to continue their ménage a trois but Ed had the feeling the Canadian was less keen. As much as he'd have loved to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve he didn't want to piss the Canadian off who, it was pretty clear, had been left a touch confused by the goings on in his apartment. Anyhow, Ed felt deliciously sated by the quite incredible blowjob and was silently delighted to have outlasted the Canadian. On top of this, the girl had pleasingly informed him that he was the better endowed of the two so all in all he'd had an excellent night and decided to leave them to it. Funds-wise he was still way short of his target and time was running out. A first kiss of the night and a whispered promise of further fun from the Hungarian nymph was his goodnight present.

As it was, Ed found himself in the familiar position of having to psyche himself up for another day of door-knocking. He'd woken up feeling remarkably fresh - no doubt due to the magic worked on him – and his daily routine of persuading his brain to do something it hated was much less painful than usual. With half a dozen doors under his belt he was feeling good and quietly optimistic about the day ahead.

He was in quite a well-to-do neighbourhood, the affluence of the inhabitants predominantly marked out by bigger, more expensive-looking cars and bigger, more expensive-looking houses. Although the gardens were fuller and better-tended, the houses larger and further apart, there was still something rather soulless and fake about the place. From the six or seven houses he'd tried so far, only one had answered, making Ed wonder if it was to be a fruitless day with everyone out at work to earn enough to pay for the mortgage on their executive homes. He wondered if these were the kind of people who even went to the cinema anymore or if their movie-watching was taken care of through a home cinema and stack of blu-rays. He contented himself with the thought that, on the other hand, the area could be rife with the bored housewives the Canadian had talked about. Whether he made a packet or struck it lucky, Ed was feeling positive. After all, in the last couple of days he'd had sex with a total stranger on her kitchen table and received a sumptuous blowjob from a topless dancer so anything was possible. As he walked up the next drive, bidding the gardener tending the lawn a good morning, he had a spring in his step. Five minutes later, his first sale made to a 40-something homeworking woman - who, admittedly had barely looked at him, never mind given off any signals -he was starting to wonder if this was actually a pretty cool job.

The previous night had given Ed plenty to think about. A mental image of the girl sucking on the Canadian's cock, then swapping back to his own, kept popping into his head. At the time he'd been swept along in the moment but looking back, seeing a good looking guy being fellated by an incredible looking girl was actually, now he thought about it properly, pretty fucking hot. He'd not had an urge to get involved with the Canadian but he hadn't minded at all seeing him hard and naked, his cock disappearing between his lips. Was it the Canadian, specifically, that had made it so arousing? Ed didn't think so; he pictured his friend naked on the bed as he had been, maybe masturbating next to him but no, that wasn't nearly as appealing a thought. The involvement of a woman was clearly necessary but nevertheless his horizons had definitely been broadened. He could stand to be in the same room as another veiny stalk. Assured of his heterosexuality, Ed wandered up the next driveway.

It was another hot day – they all were here – and Ed had gratefully accepted a cold drink from the retired lady he was now chatting to. They were sitting on a bench in the shade of her house, discussing Britain. The lady had left the North East decades before but still had a trace of an accent. Ed loved the fact that despite the 40 degree heat, she was sipping a cup of tea. As always, since the Canadian's pep talk his antennae were fully alert but he wasn't picking up any signals. Besides, his mind may have been opened but he wasn't sure he was ready to make the leap to GILF, just yet. It was a pleasant way to spend a few minutes, though, and Ed was chewing an energy bar by way of some lunch, gently trying to steer the conversation back to the unmissable deal he had to offer. 

Ed had finally convinced the lady – Mrs Williams, he'd learned – that she should buy some tickets, if not for herself then for her grandson and she'd gone inside to find her purse. As Ed waited, the tall grasses and palms in Mrs Williams' garden swaying in the gentle breeze, bamboo wood chimes clacking soothingly, he heard raised voices across the road. A car had pulled onto the drive opposite and a woman and girl were exchanging heated views. Ed couldn't hear everything that was being said but, judging by the way the woman was flinging bags onto the back seat and pointing at the girl he guessed the girl had delayed the woman who was now telling her exactly how annoyed she was to be kept waiting. As Ed watched and listened, Mrs Williams appeared from the house.

"They're always at each other, those two," she said, looking across the road. "I haven't heard that girl say a nice thing to her poor mother in years. She's such a little madam, that Tilly. Spoiled rotten. I shouldn't even bother knocking there unless Peter comes home. Here you go," she said, handing Ed the money for the vouchers. "Well, it was nice chatting. Best of luck, pet."

"Thank you Mrs Williams," Ed said politely. "It was nice to meet you and I hope your grandson makes full use of the vouchers."

Ed shook her offered hand and said goodbye, then, leaving the comfort of the shade, walked down the drive, towards the cacophony of mother and daughter, tearing verbal strips off each other. It was a familiar scene, if he was honest. His own sister had barely said a civil word to their mother from the age of fourteen until she left for university and his sympathies lay firmly with Tilly's mum. It didn't make for a peaceful household.

As he reached the pavement and turned towards the next house – doing his best not to stare - the older woman shouted the age-old threat used countless times across the generations by a mother at the end of her tether. "You just wait till your father gets home, young lady!" She flung open the driver's door and glared at her errant daughter who stood, hand on one hip, her middle finger raised. 

"I'm sooo scared," Tilly yelled back.

Her mother made a strangled cry of intense frustration and climbed into the car, slamming the door so hard Ed thought the glass might break. She rammed the car into reverse and screeched off the drive, then accelerated round the corner in a cloud of blue smoke from the spinning rear tyres. 

Too bad, Ed thought to himself. She was definitely a MILF. 

He kept walking, but allowed himself a slightly nervous peek At Tilly. He didn't feel the need for a mouthful of abuse from a stroppy teenager but from the quick look he risked, he saw a short, skinny and very young-looking girl. Tilly had had enough, anyway and had stormed up the drive, little white summer dress flapping as she walked. Ed told himself to behave but couldn't help wondering how old you had to be to drive in the state.



Ed was on a hot streak. Six sales in a row was his record and he had just matched it. His doubts about the likelihood of sales seemed unfounded. After a slow start it had turned into one of those days when things just seemed to be going his way. He was, however, regretting accepting another drink an hour or so before. He desperately needed to empty his bladder and there was no way he could hold off till dusk. 

He stood on a street corner and looked at his photocopied map to see where his next road was and realised he was back at Mrs Williams' house, meaning the next house was that of the fearsome Tilly. He checked his map again, wondering if it was worth skipping it and moving to another area but he was running out of roads and, besides, he hated the thought of cheating his own system simply because of a bad-tempered teenager. Even if he made a sale at the next house along it wouldn't be seven in a row. He ummed and ahhed but the pain in his bladder wasn't going to go away and anyway, who knew? Perhaps Tilly would send a little of her pocket money his way after all. More to the point, he knew she was probably in so might allow him to visit the bathroom.

There were still no cars in the drive suggesting Peter – the father, Ed was assuming – wasn't home yet and Ed paused at the foot of the drive, wondering if he could break his own rules, just this once. A strong woman like the Hungarian girl, who had clearly enjoyed the control and power she had wielded over the Canadian and him was very different to a spoiled little bitch who got what she wanted by pissing people off and playing them off against each other. Ed walked up the drive towards the heavy wooden door, determined to retain the day's positivity and do his best to sell this little brat a cinema voucher, having first persuaded her to let a strange man into the house. Anyway, for all he knew Mrs Williams had it all wrong and Tilly was actually hard done by her wicked mother.

He could hear music playing somewhere and used the heavy wrought iron knocker, figuring it would be louder than the bell. After a few seconds the music stopped and the door opened and he was greeted by Tilly. She still wore the little sun dress and had her light blonde hair parted in the middle so it hung messily either side of her face. Her face was mostly obscured by huge sunglasses, making it impossible to read any expression. She didn't smile.

"Oh hi there," he began. "My name's Ed, I'm in your area today with a fantastic deal on cinema tickets. Are you a movie-goer?" 

"I might be," she replied, unhelpfully. He noticed she wore a wristband from a music festival and a couple of string bracelets on a skinny wrist. Despite this and her hippy-chick hair he wasn't feeling much in the way of good vibes. Ed cursed himself and his stupid rules. "Look," she said as Ed opened his mouth to try another tactic, "I don't really wanna buy anything. My dad's the one you need to talk to and he's not back yet."

"Oh, okay," Ed said, feeling his chances of a record seven in a row slipping away. His bladder forced him to stay. "Look, that's fine, no problem at all. I know this is really cheeky but I don't suppose I could use your bathroom, could I? It's not the kind of thing I'd normally ask but..."

Tilly cut him off. "Fine," she said with a sigh. "You can use the one in the pool house. Go through the gate over there." She nodded and pointed to the side of the house.

"That really is great," Ed said. "Thanks."

"Whatever," grunted Tilly, already closing the door.

Selling anything had suddenly become totally unimportant as the opportunity to relieve himself presented itself. He jogged awkwardly to the gate and scuttled down the path to the back of the house. Once there he found Tilly again, who pointed towards an open door beside the pool. Ed thanked her and quickly found the facilities he needed.

A couple of minutes later Ed, feeling much more comfortable, re-emerged from the wooden pool house and made his way back towards the side path. He felt a little like he'd been made to use the tradesman's entrance which, when he thought about it, was about right. Tilly emerged from the house, a can of diet Coke in her hand. 

"Want one?" she asked, holding the can up.

"I'd better not," Ed said, slightly wistfully.

"Suit yourself. You waiting for my dad, then?" 

This took Ed slightly by surprise. He'd assumed he'd just push off but perhaps it was worth waiting. "How long do you think he might be?"

"Dunno. A while probably."

Ed weighed up his options. He needed a couple more sales to hit his target but perhaps Tilly's dad was a pushover who'd buy whatever his daughter wanted. Thinking sensibly, and ignoring his stupid self-imposed rules, he could always try a few more doors then come back but a little rest in some shade did sound nice. His decision was made for him, however, when Tilly slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor, revealing a flawless teenage body clad only in a little striped orange bikini. She pulled open the can and took a drink. 

"Yeah, well," Ed said, failing, he thought, to disguise the impetus behind his decision. "If it's not too long I might as well wait."

Tilly sniggered unsubtly and sat on a poolside chair.

Ed was irritated. He felt like this spoiled daddy's girl was playing him and it irked him. They both knew full well why he had decided to stay and he was annoyed at himself that even a skinny teenager could play the sex card and win hands down. Ed helped himself to a seat at the far end of the big glass and steel table and tried to act cool. Tilly's phone chirruped and she answered it.

As Tilly talked – apparently to a girlfriend judging by what he heard - Ed tried to make himself comfortable. He looked around the pool and landscaped garden, pondering what one might have to do to pay for a cosseted, safe existence like this. As his eyes flitted around the ancient ferns and trees that must have existed for decades before the garden was even conceived, noticing the reticulation system needed to keep a garden green in the blazing heat and the high fences to keep undesirables out he tried to avoid looking at the young girl now stretched out over two chairs. Tilly was short, not much over five feet, and very thin. Although he felt bad for looking, Ed wondered if she'd even have to bother with a bra, her chest was so flat. Save for the blonde hair she was nothing like his usual type yet here he was, disempowered by a girl much too young for him and not even pleasant company. As he involuntarily took in her smooth, tanned body from carefully dishevelled hair to dainty orange-painted toes, the second on her left foot adorned by a little ring, he tuned into her side of the phone call.

"...morning at the beach with PJ and Caro... ...Yeah, pissed my mum off real bad, ha ha... Pretty ordinary. Just hanging by the pool. Got some Pommy salesman here perving over me... ...Eww no! He's like 28 or something!" For the last few words Ed was treated to a sneering look as Tilly told her friend just how impossibly old and creepy he was. 

"'K... Later babe. Love you." Tilly put down the phone.

"Just so you know," Ed protested. As soon as his mouth was open he regretted it but found himself unable to stop. "I'm not perving over you – you're not my type. And I'm twenty five." 

Tilly snorted in derision. Ed took a breath to justify himself further then thought better of it. Tilly stood up and walked towards the house, her tiny little bottom wiggling impertinently under the skimpy material as she padded barefoot across the patio.

Ed wriggled awkwardly in his seat. He didn't like the aspersions she was casting but he did want the sale he'd by now assumed would be his when Tilly's dad came home. She did have a point, too. He had been looking at her but it was hardly perving. She was barely more than a child and far too skinny for him anyway but it was only natural to look at a fit young body when one appeared.

Tilly reappeared from the house with an apple in her hand, her sunglasses now on her head. Her green eyes weren't particularly large but long lashes made them more noticeable. Her lips were slightly parted, her teeth just visible giving her, Ed thought, a look of sullen insolence. Although he would never do it for real, he couldn't help but think her face was eminently slappable. Something about this girl was getting to him.

"You still here then?" she asked, confusingly.

"Well, err, yeah. You said your dad wouldn't be long? I can go if you'd prefer?"

Tilly laughed. "I said he'd be a while. I don't care what you do. Just try not to stare too hard, yeah?" She took a bite of her apple and walked towards a sun lounger already covered by a big blue beach towel.

Ed felt ridiculous again. Why was he here? On the off chance her old man would want to buy cheap cinema tickets from a stranger in his back garden? Even under the vast parasol it was so damn hot he couldn't think straight. Tilly paused by her sun lounger and used her phone to start music playing through the loudspeakers dotted around the garden. She stood, engrossed in her phone, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other and back again in time to the beat. As she did her tiny bum pointed this way and that, drawing Ed's eye to the little triangle of striped orange fabric. Another few minutes waiting wouldn't hurt, he assured himself. He made himself look busy by leafing through his clipboard. Tilly crunched her apple and did whatever it was she was doing on her phone then sat down.

"What's your name, anyway?" Tilly called over.

Ed told her and smiled wanly as she asked if he liked being called Eddie.

"Not really," he sighed.

"Not weally, mate," she mockingly repeated with a heavy Cockney accent. Ed couldn't bring himself to tell her he was from Brighton, not the East End.

"Just so you know, I'm not Kylie, or Sheila," Tilly told him, stretching out on the sun lounger. "I'm Tilly."

"Still pretty Australian though," Ed laughed gently. She looked at him blankly. "Waltzing Matilda?" he offered.

There was a pause. "Right," she said, with a far from convincing smile.

"I knew your name anyway."

Tilly shot him a look. "Are you a fucking stalker or something?"

"Don't flatter yourself love," Ed laughed, not quite as heartily as he might have. He flicked his head towards the front of the house. "Mrs Williams from over the road. She told me."

Tilly scrunched up her nose. "That old cow. What a bitch."

"Hey," Ed said protectively. "She was very nice to me."

"Yeah, well," Tilly scowled. "She isn't to me. Nosy old fucker."

"She's not your greatest fan either," said Ed, defensively. As he spoke he saw his sale chances drifting away on the hot wind but this jumped up little shit had no respect and he'd held his tongue long enough. "I'm not surprised after the way you talked to your mum." Ed's toes curled in his shoes as he realised what an old fart he must sound but Tilly actually looked hurt and turned away from him, lying on her front.

"Shut up, Ed. You don't know what you're talking about. Why should I listen to a loser perv like you, anyway? I bet my dad earns a hundred times what you do."

"I'm sure he does, and buys his spoilt little daddy's girl whatever she wants. Ever had a job, Tilly?" he didn't wait for an answer. "Thought not." He'd had enough. A few lousy dollars and a stupid record weren't worth being abused, no matter how cute that little teenage bum was, which, he now permitted himself to acknowledge, was the real reason he was still here. He stood up. "I'm gonna go," he said. 

Tilly turned and sat up. "Why? My dad won't be long. I told you he'd buy your stupid vouchers or whatever they are." Her lips parted again, that hint of white teeth just visible. Her eyes were narrowed, a look of indignant self-righteousness. She obviously wasn't used to not having her own way. God, he wanted to wipe that look right off her face.

"You're okay, thanks. I've better things to do than be insulted by a stroppy teenager."

Tilly was on her feet. Ed took a last look at her lissom frame. No. Definitely too skinny. 

"At least can you put some sunscreen on my back before you go then?" she called out as he approached the side gate. He looked back, not sure he'd heard her right. She was standing with one hand on a hip, the sunscreen bottle in her other. Her eyes were opened wide, her head bowed and slightly to one side. "Please?" she asked with more than a hint of little-girl-voice. Obi Wan-like, The Canadian's teachings echoed in his head. As if, he thought. Too skinny and too young. Little tease. 




The First Knock is the Hardest Ch. 02



"Ed, I'm sorry I was rude. My dad'll buy as many as I ask him to. Just wait a few more minutes. Go on."

Ed saw dollar signs before his eyes. He'd be a fool to pass up the chance to make some good money, no matter how compromised he'd feel having been manipulated by a teenager. "Fine," he huffed. "He bloody better had as well."

For the first time Tilly's face broke into a smile and her whole demeanour changed. Ed knew he'd been played but what the hell. He'd be out of here soon with a big wad of cash to boot. He strode over towards Tilly as she beamed at him.

"Cheers mate," she Cockney-d, handing him the brown bottle. He had to admit she could look quite pretty when she wasn't scowling.

Tilly lay face-down on the sun lounger and turned her head to face Ed, flicking her hair away from the back of her neck. Ed knelt beside her, feeling ridiculously overdressed in comparison. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, tucked his tie in between two buttons on his shirt and shook the bottle of sunscreen. Tilly gave him a grin. "Thanks for doing this Ed," she said.

"It's fine," he muttered, and squeezed a little white snake of cream onto her shoulders. Just as his hands were about to make contact with her skin a moment of paranoia jolted through him. "This better hadn't be a stitch up, Tilly," he said gravely. She frowned at him. "Are you gonna start shouting rape or something as soon as I touch you?"

"No," she laughed, looking him in the eye. "I promise. I just need some sunscreen." 

Ed sighed and spread the thick ointment across her narrow shoulders. Tilly smiled and closed her eyes contentedly. 

He massaged the lotion across her shoulders and back, then below her bikini strap, onto her lower back and her tiny waist. As he rubbed, the white cream slowly disappeared until her youthful bronzed skin glistened in the bright sun, millions of shimmering microscopic particles reflecting the rays. As annoying as she as, he had to admit he'd done less pleasant things to have a shot at making a sale. Being careful to steer well clear of her bum he rubbed in the last few areas of white and made to stand up. 

"Legs too, please," Tilly said, handing the bottle back to him then crossing her arms at the top of the lounger and using them as a pillow. 

"Really?" Ed asked warily.

"Come on, Ed. I can't reach properly." She closed her eyes again and smiled innocently.

She can drive a car, Ed reassured himself; so she's not that young. Had she had provisional plates? He couldn't remember. He tried to recall from Aussie soap operas how old the characters were when they started driving. Young, he feared.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked. "How old are you, anyway?"

"See?!" she shrieked, then winked at him. "I knew you were a perv!"

"Shut up, Tilly. I just don't fancy being thrown in jail if your dad happens to appear."

"Jeez, Eddie. Relax. I'm eighteen, okay?"

"You better be," he muttered.

Against his better judgment Ed squeezed two long lines of sunscreen on the backs of Tilly's legs and began to rub it in. Somewhat reassured by knowing her age Ed relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her lithe, supple body under his hands. He ran his palms down the backs of her thighs and onto her slender calves, circling her tiny ankles then slowly made the return journey towards that impossibly tight-looking orange-clad rear. Having arrived at the very edge of her bikini bottoms he paused, wondering where exactly the boundaries of morality lay.

"Make sure you get everywhere. I don't want to burn," Tilly told him, parting her legs a little, inviting his fingers to cover every square inch of soft, teenage skin. Hesitantly he slid his slick hands inwards, along her inner thighs. 

"In fact," she said, "I think you missed up here." Tilly reached behind her back and unfastened her bikini top, allowing the straps to fall away from her body.

Ed stopped and looked at her but her sunglasses were back down making her impossible to read. Her back was pretty evenly tanned so he assured himself this wasn't part of an elaborate sting to catch sexual predators red-handed. He raised his eyebrows and blew out his cheeks then gingerly resumed his massaging of her delicate thighs. 

Having rubbed as close as he dared to her bikini bottoms Ed squeezed a little more lotion onto Tilly's back and covered where the strap had been. He was trying his best to remain detached, reminding himself that in a few minutes he'd flog her dad a bunch of vouchers and be on his way but, despite her almost child-like figure and the irritation she'd caused him until now the feel of her hot, silky body beneath his hands was having a predictable reaction and he surreptitiously adjusted himself through his trousers. Unconsciously he glanced at Tilly just as she turned her head the other way, the flicker of a smirk playing across her lips. Damn this girl, he thought. No way did she deserve the satisfaction of knowing she had power over him. He cursed himself, too. Damn male libido.

His frustrations must have been made apparent through a firmer application of the sunscreen because Tilly had made an appreciative noise; the kind he really hadn't wanted to hear. He was still rubbing across her back, his fingertips reaching where her sides ended and her breasts began. It hadn't escaped his attention that her tan looked pretty even there, too.

"That's nice," Tilly said softly. "I'll have to ask you back tomorrow."

"One time only," Ed said firmly, reminding her he was there for business.

"Oh, really?" she asked playfully.

"Yep," he said and made one final pass down her back with both hands to signal the job was done. Although sorely tempted he resisted the temptation to give her little arse a swipe as a final flourish. "All done," he announced and wiped his hands on the overhanging towel then stood up. 

"You haven't done everywhere though," Tilly said.

"Yes I have. As much as I'm going to do, anyway," Ed said.

"What about here?" Tilly turned to face Ed. Her bikini top, not attached by a neck strap, stayed underneath her. She lay on her side, her head supported by her hand. Tiny her tits may have been, unappealing they were not. "Well?" she asked, looking at her chest then back to Ed.

"Jesus, Tilly," Ed hissed, whipping his head around to see if anyone could see. "Behave yourself. Your dad'll be back any minute."

"Yeah. About that. He might be a while actually," she grinned, lifting her sunglasses back onto her head. "And don't worry about the neighbours. No one can see over the fences. I do this all the time."

Ed clenched his jaw. He knew he'd been had. He looked down at the skinny girl on the sun lounger with the smug look on her face. What he should do was tell her to get dressed and leave with some semblance of his dignity intact. As his eyes ran over her flawless body, her smooth, slender legs, her cute toes made all the more appealing by that little ring, the barely apparent swell of her breasts - a couple of shades paler than the rest of her, topped by stiff, pink nipples - her messy blonde hair and insolent smirk, he knew that, although she might think she'd got what she wanted, that she had the upper hand, what he was really going to do was fuck this little tart silly.

"You're a fucking pain in the arse, you know that?" Ed said, picking up the sunscreen. Tilly lay on her back, grinning. Ed stood over her and squeezed a long stream of cream onto her front then undid his tie and a couple of shirt buttons, and pulled the sticky garment over his head. Tilly's teeth caught her bottom lip, perhaps suuddenly unsure, Ed couldn't tell, but he knelt again. If she wanted sunscreen rubbing on her tits then that's what she was going to get.

"I can put some on you too, if you like?" Tilly asked as Ed began to rub the cream into her front.

"You're okay, thanks. I'm not staying."

Ed's hands went straight to Tilly's tits. He smeared the thick cream across them and all around her chest. The modest mounds of her breasts were too small to even qualify as pert but were taut and pliable, with an elastic quality he hadn't experienced for a long time. He squeezed them firmly, feeling her hard nipples poking against his palms and rolled his hands across them. She was so slight he could feel her ribs beneath his palms. Tilly made some appreciative noises, telling him how nice that felt but Ed didn't really care. She reached up to feel his arms as he massaged her chest, her small fingers running across the defined muscles, onto his shoulders. She tried to pull him down to kiss her but Ed pulled back. Fine, he was enjoying himself – who wouldn't be? – but Tilly needed to learn she couldn't always get what she wanted.

"Do you like my little tits, Ed?" she asked, using her little girl voice.

"I've seen better. Bit small for my taste." He gave her nipples a cruel little tweak making Tilly gasp. 

"I like your body," she cooed. "Will you kiss me?"

Ed ignored her and carried on covering her chest. He pressed upwards on her nipples with the heels of his hands, his long fingers running across her throat. She caught her breath for a second and Ed smiled to himself. He wasn't going to hurt her but he didn't mind her feeling anxious.

He had moved downwards, and was rubbing in the last of the cream over her tummy. Her hipbones were so prominent they left a clear gap between her bikini's waistband and her stomach. He wasn't steering clear of the bikini anymore, rather massaging her tummy and hips and the tops of her thighs. Tilly didn't say anything but, Ed noticed, bit her bottom lip with more urgency. Whether out of pleasure or worry he wasn't bothered. He ran his hands up the front of her thighs, his thumbs pressing against the satin-soft skin and eased her thighs apart a fraction. Her legs were so thin that the tell-tale dark patch on her bikini bottoms was obvious. It was hard to tell in the hot sun but he thought she blushed. He ran a thumb against the patch, then began circling.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tilly asked. "I didn't say you... uhhh." The stimulation of fabric on her little clitoris cut her protestations short.

Ed rubbed for a little while longer then, wordlessly, pulled the bikini bottoms down her legs and off, leaving her completely naked on the sun lounger. She was utterly hairless which shouldn't have surprised Ed but when coupled with her tiny, girlish figure a wave of doubt washed over him. He knew she was eighteen but couldn't help but wonder if he'd end up going to hell for this. Any vestiges of guilt were swept away, though, when Tilly opened her legs wide and slid a middle finger into her little bald cunt.

"You dirty Pommy bastard," she breathed, slowly fingering herself, spreading the neat lips wide. "You're taking advantage of me. 

"Yeah, right," Ed laughed sarcastically as he kicked off his shoes and undid his trousers.

"Little girl, all alone in her garden," said Tilly, rubbing her clitoris and spreading her juices all around.

Ed pulled off his socks and hooked his thumbs into his boxer shorts' waistband.

"Rough salesman calls and makes her do things." Her finger circled her wet clit, her other hand pinching her nipple.

Ed pulled down his shorts, his cock springing free. Tilly froze.

"Oh my god, it's huge!" Her eyes were like saucers. "Don't hurt me, okay?"

Ed knelt between the teenager's feet, grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him, pushing her knees wide apart. "Shut up, Tilly," he said, and lowered his head to her little bare pussy. He wasn't going to be too rough – as annoying as she'd been and as confident as he was feeling he still wasn't a bastard - but she didn't need to know that. 

"Be gentle, Ed," Tilly pleaded.

Ed pushed her thighs even further apart, leaving her bald slit and tight little arsehole completely exposed, then licked. As soon as he made contact with her silky-smooth pussy Tilly squealed. He pressed hard with his tongue, licking firmly from her glistening pink entrance, up the unfolding petals of her labia to the little bead of her clitoris, already greedily uncovered and demanding attention. He shouldn't be wasting time giving her pleasure, she didn't deserve that, but the sight and sensation of her perfectly smooth cunt was too tempting. He thrust his tongue inside her, tasting her tart dew then slurped upwards to suck her clitoris. Tilly swore loudly and bit her hand to stifle her moans.

Tilly was seriously wet, her moisture coated Ed's face and chin and ran down from her pussy onto her arse. Ed paused, looked her in the eye for a second, then, lifting her bum higher, lapped at her puckered hole. He held her by the buttocks, spreading them open and drove the tip of his tongue into her, his nose buried in the wet folds of her open lips. Tilly gripped the sides of the sun lounger, her pelvis bucking upwards, doing her best to keep the noise down.

Ed came up for air and admired the sight before him. If a cunt and arsehole could be described as cute then that's what Tilly had. He slapped the outside of her thigh. "Turn over," he ordered. Tilly did as she was told straight away and, on all fours on the lounger, presented Ed with her tiny rump.

"I don't wanna do it up the bum," Tilly said nervously, as Ed crudely rubbed her openings, using her lubricants on the tip of his now rock-hard cock. 

Ed slapped her bottom just hard enough to leave a faint red hand print and make her wince. "Well you'd better be good, then, hadn't you?" Ed said, not making eye contact but rubbing the wide purple tip of his cock against her parted lips. She hadn't even touched his cock yet but was about to have it inside her. Ed supposed this wasn't exactly her first time, the horny little minx.

Tilly pushed her midriff downwards and thrust her bottom higher. She held the top of the sun lounger and looked back at Ed, smiling. Ed didn't smile but held her gaze then slowly slid the first couple of inches of his rod inside Tilly. Immediately her eyes closed and her grip on the frame of the sun lounger tightened. She gritted her teeth and hissed.

God, she was tight, thought Ed. He'd never slept with anyone this petite before and he seriously wondered if he was going to fit. Seemingly unable to be properly mean to the girl he stopped and waited, allowing Tilly to relax, then eased himself a little further in, then out, then in a little deeper. With each forward push he slid further inside the teenager, her tiny hole gripping his cock so tightly it was almost painful. The sight was incredible: his wide shaft disappearing inside her skinny frame, her pink pussy lips forming a perfect seal around it. He couldn't resist the temptation to capture the sight for posterity and fished his phone out of his trouser pocket and snapped a couple of shots. Tilly couldn't have cared less.

He sped up, went deeper. He held her narrow hips and squeezed her buttocks apart, opening her arsehole as he did. He rubbed his thumb against it, pressing a little, just to give Tilly something to think about. She moaned in time with his thrusting, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open.

Ed fucked Tilly at a good pace. The sun was intense and he had worked up a serious sweat. He was as deep as he dared go but the velvet vice of her cunt felt like it was almost sucking him into her. He gave her bum the swat he'd wanted to earlier, then on the other side, making Tilly squeal. As she did she squeezed her vagina even tighter around Ed. The irritating, skinny little daddy's girl might look barely old enough to be allowed out alone but she certainly knew a few tricks. Ed wondered just how many blokes might have been here before him. 

"Fuck your cock feels good," she groaned. "Do you like my little pussy, Ed?"

"It's fucking great," he grunted rhythmically. "So... fucking... tight..." He pressed his thumb just into her arsehole. Tilly yelped again.

Ed had to slow his tempo, so intense was the soft, wet hold of Tilly's interior. He thrust a couple more strokes then pulled out, watching the glistening pink of her hole as it closed itself. 

Tilly mewled and wiggled her bum at him. Ed responded by sliding his wet cock up from her pussy towards her arse and gave it a little slap with his cock, just like he'd seen in porn films. She was acting like a porn star so why not treat her like one? He couldn't come yet and needed a breather but he couldn't let her know that. Released from the intense cushioned hold of her pussy he regained his composure. He teased her with his cock, pressing it against the even tighter orifice, letting her wonder if that's where it was going next. She looked round, suitably nervously. Ed grinned and pressed harder, the very tip of his cock just stretching her a little.

"You're too big," she said, eyes wide, her face full of apprehension.

"Are you sure?" he teased, pushing harder.

"No! I mean yes!" Tilly yelped. "Don't, Ed; please?"

Ed, his blood cooled sufficiently, grinned and spanked her skinny arse once more. "On your back," he instructed. Clearly relieved her bottom was to escape unharmed in a flash Tilly lay prone with her legs wide open.

Ed shuffled into position and guided his cock inside Tilly once more. After one or two gentle thrusts he upped the pace, exploring deeper within her little cave of ecstasy. He supported himself above her, the sweat rolling off his body as he moved. The sun lounger creaked and groaned with each thrust, not built for two and certainly not built for fucking on. Tilly's moans increased in volume and pitch as Ed fucked her harder. He watched his cock driving in and out of her lithe body, her legs now wrapped around his back, her hands gripping the frame above her then pawing at his body. He grabbed at her tits, squeezing them hard. She held his hand to her, squeezing harder still. Ed could hardly believe how sensual she was. He'd imagined he'd have to be pretty gentle and take it easy but Tilly wanted more. She clawed at his bum, pulling him into her, writhing beneath him then, suddenly, cried out as she came, shouting "yes, yes, yes," over and over until her orgasm faded slowly away.

Ed's own orgasm built as Tilly's ebbed away and he pumped his hips faster, finally succumbing to the powerful suction of her pussy. Back on earth after her climax Tilly's face had a look of pure lust. Gone was the sarcastic smirk that had wound Ed up so much only a few minutes earlier. Maybe she wasn't quite so annoying, after all.

"Fuck, you feel so good," she panted.

"God so do you," Ed grunted. "I'm gonna come."

"Mmmm, yes, I want you to. You can't come in me though."

Jesus, Ed thought. Had no one heard of the pill in this country? It didn't matter, though. The waves of pleasure built from his groin as Ed thrust a final few strokes. He felt the orgasm building, pulling out just before he came. He rubbed his cock hard and the first jet shot across Tilly's tummy and onto her right breast, the second, third and fourth went further, coating her chin and face. Rather than avoid the spray of spunk Tilly, an utterly wanton look in her eyes, opened her mouth, catching the final couple of spurts on her tongue then licking around her mouth to gather up what she could. Ed shuffled towards her, his cock still twitching in his hand and Tilly eagerly took him into her mouth, sucking the last drops from him, her tongue swirling around the super-sensitive tip until Ed couldn't bear any more.

He knelt on the hot patio beside her sun lounger, breathing heavily. Tilly licked her lips again and played with the sperm streaking her body, rubbing it into her tits.

"You're a dirty little bitch, aren't you?" He wiped some sweat from his brow.

"Says you; perv!"

Ed lay on his back and let the hot sun roast his naked body as his breathing slowed. He looked at his watch. "You're dad's not really coming back, is he?" he asked.




The First Knock is the Hardest Ch. 02



Tilly laughed. "Not till tonight. Had you going though, didn't I?"

"For fuck's sake," Ed muttered. He got to his feet and gathered his clothes. 

Tilly still lay naked on her sun lounger, one leg straight, the other bent outwards. Ed looked down at the naked, cum-splattered teenager. He tried to work out just what had happened. Who held the power here? Yes, he'd been strung along but hadn't done too badly in the end. Post-orgasm his thought-process seemed particularly slow. 

Tilly grinned then stood up. She squeezed his softened cock as she passed him and walked towards the house, her tiny bottom wiggling as she went. "Well I'm going for a shower," she said over her shoulder. "Wanna do me in there?"

As Ed followed her into the house he felt he'd answered his own question.



The First Knock is the Hardest Ch. 03



This is the third in a series of stories following Ed and his adventures as a door-to-door salesman. You don't need to have read chapter one but you might as well!

I hope you enjoy them and please do leave me feedback – it's always welcome. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.




Things had quietened down for Ed since his little sojourn by the pool with Tilly. He'd taken her up on her offer of doing her in the shower which had then led to another offer of doing her in her bedroom. It was there, while she was riding him on her bed, with the trappings of her teenage life all around him - most pertinently her ballet certificates and gymkhana rosettes - that Ed had finally realised he probably shouldn't have been doing what he was doing. Tilly was eighteen, so there was no problem legally but morally he felt he was on shakier ground. As her svelte teenage body bounced eagerly on top of him and her impossibly tight, bare pussy milked a third load from his tired balls he had made a decision to behave himself until he'd made enough money to pay for his onward ticket. 

He didn't want to leave but he'd heard enough stories about the strict immigration policies to know if he wanted to come back any time soon he shouldn't outstay his welcome. Things had definitely been looking up recently. He'd made a good drinking and smoking buddy, if not necessarily a lifelong friend, in the Canadian, even if he still didn't know what his name was. The Canadian had inspired him with the confidence to pick up on the signals from interested females and he'd already had some considerable success, what with Charlene the yummy mummy, and Tilly the spoiled daddy's girl. Through the Canadian Ed had met the Hungarian dancer who had already provided him with a quite remarkable memory of his time in Australia and, he was reasonably sure, could provide more to come – as it were – if the Canadian would only relax a bit. As the horny Hungarian had brought the pair of them to the upper limits of ecstasy Ed had realised he was fine with being in the same room as another naked guy. In fact he'd enjoyed it and was hoping the girl's suggestion of more fun with the two guys was a genuine one, but the Canadian was having trouble with the idea.

"I mean, yeah, getting head was awesome, dude, but we can't do more. I mean; what if our dicks touched or something? Wouldn't that be gay? I couldn't even look at you, man," the Canadian had told Ed over a cold one a couple of nights later.

Ed had brought the matter up on the off chance the Canadian had managed to come to terms with seeing an engorged member that belonged to someone else.

"Jesus, man. It's not you I'm interested in, it's her. This has to be the chance of a lifetime. The opportunity to fuck an amazingly hot girl together? It's like, fucking, porn shit." 

The Canadian's horizons remained insufficiently broadened, however. "Sorry, dude. I just can't. I don't mind if you fuck her though."

"I'm not gonna fuck your girl. I wouldn't do that. Anyway, she doesn't want to fuck just me, she wants us both. Man the fuck up. Take one for the team. Wear a fucking blindfold, I don't care!"

The Canadian had shaken his head apologetically and sloped off to buy another jug of beer. Ed sighed and sat back in his chair, rueing his buddy's lack of faith in his own sexuality. I mean, Ed thought, surely he's seen dude's dicks in porn. What was the big deal?

The next day, as Ed sat in the font of the battered minibus that was dropping off the various door-to-door sellers, he reminded himself of the task ahead of him: to earn the last couple of hundred bucks he needed to buy his ticket. Fantasies of threesomes with comically beautiful exotic dancers would have to remain just that. The first knock of the day was his priority and that was something that hadn't got any easier no matter how high his confidence was.

He hadn't been paying much attention to where they were going. Over the weeks that he'd been doing this job he'd come to realise it didn't pay to plan ahead too much. He had no control over where he was sent, that was left to the wide-boy owners of the outfit and there was no point in stressing over being sent to a difficult patch. One of the owners, a thin, wiry Irishman called Declan was beside him in the driving seat. As they drove towards yet another identikit residential area it took Ed a moment to realise Declan was talking to him.

"Ed, you dozy fucker. Did you hear me?"

"No, sorry. What?"

"Fuck's sake," Declan drawled. 

How he'd made so much money in sales was beyond Ed who was only now getting used to the thick Cork accent. He felt sure it was the piercing green eyes and general air of barely contained violence that did it rather than any slick patter.

"You know you could be a top boy if you put a bit more into it, Eddie-lad. You need to give a hundred and ten, not ninety nine or a hundred. It's gotta be a hundred and ten in this game."

It wasn't the first time he'd hear his name mentioned as a potential 'top boy'. He eyed Declan's cheap shoes and polyester shirt as the ancient van struggled up a slight incline. The prospect didn't fill him with much passion. Ed hadn't bothered telling anyone he was leaving the following week, he couldn't bear the thought of the talk of "bottling it" and his "not having the stones for the big time" that came the way of anyone who had the temerity to leave. Big time, my arse, Ed thought.

"I said, you're with the newbie today," Declan told him, jerking a thumb towards the back of the minibus. "Fresh off the plane. Show 'em how it's done, big man." 

"Great," muttered Ed, not bothering to look round. Showing a newbie the ropes was one of the downsides of being relatively good at the job. Newcomers usually had no idea what the role entailed, the management having told them as little as possible beforehand so as not to scare them off before they even started. For Ed it meant having a shadow for the entire day, having to explain what he was doing and why, and having to try and convince the hapless soul that it was actually possible to make some money. The newbie wouldn't be paid, of course, and not many showed up again the next day. The team was shrinking, though, and Ed would be expected to make the job seem appealing enough for the newcomer to come back. In the past Ed had had people quit after twenty minutes, only to realise they were miles from home and without any means of getting back until the minibus showed up at the end of the day. The job was shit enough without a gormless newcomer making it harder.



By the time he was standing on the baking concrete pavement with the minibus belching its smoky way towards its next drop-off point Ed had to admit his mood had lightened somewhat. His companion for the day was a pretty English backpacker who introduced herself with a beaming smile as Katrina, or Kat, for short. It wasn't only her smile, her neat blonde bob and her blue eyes that had cheered Ed up. One of the biggest problems Ed had with having a newbie alongside was that they were usually clueless, scruffy fuckwits who were more likely to repulse customers than charm them. Kat, however, wore a smart fitted white blouse showing just a hint of cleavage, a tight dark grey skirt, and a pair of cream kitten-heeled court shoes that looked as though she might actually be able to walk in them. Looking, as she did, like a smart office worker, Ed wondered what the hell she was doing here, sampling the delights of a door-to-door career. Still, she wasn't going to scare anyone off and, he supposed, might even be a bit of an advantage if it came to any lustful male customers.

Ed and Kat had exchanged pleasantries and swapped the usual backpacker information - where they were from, where they'd been, next adventures, and so on. Kat was from Manchester, had just done Vietnam, Laos, Thailand and Cambodia, and was in Australia for six months - if she could find a job, of course. She had dropped a point in Ed's esteem by saying she'd "done" anywhere, as if it was something to be ticked off a list, but he knew he was shallow enough for her figure, hair and smile to outweigh the odd foible. 

Their patch for the day looked an average one. Not as well-to-do as Tilly's suburb but not a total dump, either. There was a faint smell of cement dust in the air and the houses looked almost brand new. The two of them walked towards the first door of the day. Ed, full of confidence after his recent sexual conquests and with the Canadian's mantra foremost in his thoughts, knew he couldn't show any weakness in front of Kat. 

"Okay, here we go. It's probably best if you hang back for the first few doors to see what it's all about." He turned to her, gave her a friendly grin and knocked. 

"Fuck off!" a voice shouted through the screen door.

"Will do," Ed called back. 

"Charming," Kat said.

They were about a dozen doors down with nothing to show for their efforts. Hardly anyone had been at home and those that were hadn't shown the slightest interest. Ed didn't think he was doing a great job of impressing Kat and an even worse one of showing her what a great job this really was. 

"Is it always like this?" she asked as another door closed in their face.

"No, this is particularly bad," Ed replied. "It'll pick up, don't worry."

Kat smiled optimistically. They were passing a little grassed area with a couple of eucalyptus trees and a bench. Ed nodded towards it. "Let's take a break."

Despite his financial pressures and promise to himself to concentrate on selling not shagging, Ed couldn't help noticing that Kat was most definitely his type. She wasn't flaunting her biggish boobs and shapely bum, nor her long legs, but they were most definitely there, nevertheless, and Ed surreptitiously admired them. As they sat in the shade his mind wandered. If he could convince her it was a job worth doing then his last few days could be made much more interesting. 

"I know it doesn't make much difference to me, but shouldn't we push on? How about I come to the door with you next time so I can hear your pitch better?" 

Kat had snapped him from his daydream, catching him mid-fantasy. 

"Yeah, yeah. Good idea. Let's go," Ed said loudly, springing to his feet.



"So what we're looking for is at least three yesses in a row," Ed explained as they approached the next door. "Keep them positive, keep them interested. It's the sales orgasm – yes, yes, yes!"

"Oh yeah?" Kat giggled. "I'll have to remember that one".

Ed silently congratulated himself on making her laugh. At least some things were looking positive. He banged on the next door and winked at Kat. "Okay, watch and learn."

"Hi there," he said breezily to the middle-aged man who opened the door.

"G'day," the man said then looked at Kat.

"We're in the area today with a great deal on cinema tickets. Are you a movie-goer, sir?"

"Yeah, I am," the customer said, his gaze moving downwards to Kat's bosom.

"That's great, me too, especially when it's so hot. I love the air con in there." Ed said. "Well, as I'm sure you'd agree the cinema is pretty pricey these days, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it is," the man said.

Ed was feeling good. The man was warming up nicely. "And you probably don't get to go as often as you'd like?" 

"Well, I guess not, no. I mean yeah." Kat's appearance was receiving a thorough appraisal. She smiled sweetly.

Ed laughed and grinned encouragingly. "That's great. Well, we have a fantastic money-saving deal today. Could I interest you in making a purchase?"

The man licked his lips and nodded, finally looking at Ed. "Yeah, sure. I'll take a bunch."

"Excellent," said Ed. "Now, if I can just take some details."

"Wow, he came pretty hard," Kat laughed as they walked down the drive, Ed folding the notes into his wallet.

"See what I mean?" Ed said, flipping a page on his clipboard to see where the next street was. "At least three yesses."

"Yes," Kat nodded slowly. "I'm definitely learning from the master."

Ed laughed modestly. "I wouldn't say that, exactly, but that was a good pitch. Lots to take from it." He looked across the road and pointed. "Right. Let's go."

Ed's fortunes had definitely improved as the morning had gone on. He knew having a pretty girl with him didn't hurt but his pitches were all going well and he'd sold plenty. He'd done almost as well with women as with men, so Kat's presence couldn't really be the reason. The Canadian's advice about picking up on signals had been, as ever, floating around his thoughts and Ed had been musing to himself about the parallels between seducing a woman and persuading a customer. It was all about asking the right questions and looking out for those tell-tale signs, he thought. Judging by his recent successes in both arenas he was doing pretty well, even if he said so himself. After another successful visit to a door, Ed decided it was time for another little break.

"Can I have a go next?" Kat asked, as they leaned against a shady wall. 

It wasn't really the done thing to let a newbie loose on customers on their first day but Ed couldn't see the harm in allowing her a couple of goes, even if it was only so Kat could learn for herself how hard the job really was. 

"Sure, why not?" Ed said, handing her the clipboard. "You want me to come with you?"

"I'm a big girl, Ed. I'll be okay. The sales orgasm, right?" Kat smiled and gave him a wink.

She turned and crossed the road. Ed watched her bum move under the tight fabric of her skirt. If that hadn't been a sign, what was?

Ed watched from afar as Kat began talking to the woman at the door. She had lasted thirty seconds which was usually a good sign and Ed's thoughts wandered again, recalling his recent escapades with the opposite sex. Yes, he'd been following the Canadian's advice and looking out for signals of attraction but now he thought about it, he hadn't actually made the first move. Charlene had pretty much seduced him, the Hungarian girl had given him very little choice, and Tilly had set him up entirely. Maybe it was time he took the initiative. Just imagine how much sex he could be having if he was more aggressive in his advances, rather than waiting for the girls to start things. Kat waved goodbye to the woman and skipped down the drive towards him. 

"Never mind an orgasm, I must've hit her G spot!" Kat shouted as she bounced towards him, brandishing three crisp notes. "Sixty dollars! Wow, that felt great!" Kat threw her arms around him and hugged him with joy.

"That's amazing. You're a natural!" said Ed, briefly squeezing Kat's ample chest to his own.

This, was a great opportunity, Ed thought, grinning at the beaming blonde. His eyes travelled down her shapely form. A surge of tingly excitement rushed through him at the thought of feeling her body through the business-like outfit. His groin fizzed in anticipation. It was all he could do to stop himself grabbing at her breast right now. 

They started walking along the pavement toward the next house, Kat almost skipping with glee at her bonanza, chatting excitedly about her sale. "There's a real rush, isn't there? When I realised she was interested I got a great buzz. It's like a proper thrill, do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, absolutely, it's like a physical sensation isn't it?" he agreed. She was talking about getting a thrill. That was another definite signal. He wasn't imagining it, she was totally up for it. As Kat chatted all Ed could think about was how he was going to make his move. His cock was growing in his trousers at the thought. 

The road they were on was on the edge of the residential area. At the end of the street was wild scrubland. Tall weeds and the odd spindly tree gave the land some meagre greenery but otherwise it was rock and dust and the odd pile of discarded bricks left over from the construction of the estate. Kat was a little way ahead of him when she dropped the voucher she was carrying and bent to retrieve it. Her round, tightly-clad arse pointed at Ed as he approached. She must have been doing it on purpose. His cock got harder and another wave of sexual energy rushed through him. He'd always regret it if he didn't. He took his chance. 

"You've got a lovely arse, you know." Ed ran his hand down the middle of Kat's bottom, pressing his finger firmly against her arsehole. 

Kat yelped in surprise and stood up. She turned to Ed.

"What the fuck?" she shouted. "Get your fucking hands off me!" 

"C'mon, let's find somewhere for a quick fuck," he said, indicating the scrubland. "No one'll see."

"What the fuck are you talking about? You're a fucking pervert," she yelled.

"Come on. You know you want to, it'll be horny." Ed stepped towards her.

"I do fucking not! Don't come anywhere near me!"

Ed stopped, she sounded like she meant it. "Don't you fancy me, then?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"No, you arrogant prick, I've got a boyfriend. Jesus, what kind of freak are you? What would make you think I fancy you? And even if I did, why the fuck would I fuck a stranger on a bit of fucking waste ground?"

"You didn't say you had a boyfriend," Ed said feebly. 

"You didn't ask, you fucking knobhead!" she yelled.

She was right. It hadn't occurred to him for a second to ask, so convinced as he was of her signals and his newfound way with women. 

She pulled her phone out. "You're a fucking prick. You can shove your shitty job up your fucking arse!" She marched off, throwing the vouchers on the ground and putting the phone to her ear. Her call was answered. "Hiya babe... Have you bought that car yet? ...Oh thank fuck... Yeah, can you come and pick me up?"

Ed sat on the kerb where Kat had stormed off. He knew what he'd done was out of order. His judgment had been seriously impaired by the cocktail of confidence and hormones and he'd obviously misread the situation quite catastrophically. Kat wouldn't be back tomorrow, that was clear, but Ed felt genuine contrition. He wasn't the kind of bloke who went round mauling women and treating them like objects, he was just a randy guy who had had a lot of unexpected sex recently and thought he could have some more. He wondered if the Canadian had ever come on too strong like that. Of course he had, he just didn't worry about the knockback; there would always be failed efforts and collateral damage.

Ed climbed to his feet and dusted off the seat of his trousers. He told himself to put it behind him and get on with the day. He was supposed to be concentrating on making money anyway but he couldn't help but feel like a right dick.

His financial situation was not improving as rapidly as he needed it to. Since Kat's departure he'd only made a couple of small sales. He was an arrogant prick, Kat was right. And it seemed pretty clear that the successful morning had been down to her rather than his killer pitch. He cringed at the thought of the sales orgasm. He trudged his way up yet another drive, past a shining navy blue restored 70s-era ute and rapped his knuckles on the screen door. 

The door was opened by a woman a couple of years older than Ed. 

"Hi there," he began. "My name's Ed and I'm..."

"Hi, Ed," the woman said with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

Being interrupted threw Ed and he stopped to begin his pitch again. His eyes drifted over the woman. She was average height, had straight highlighted blonde hair, parted to one side and reaching past her shoulders and dark, almost kohl eyeliner around her steely-blue eyes. A small silver nose stud shone in the sunlight. Her left arm was covered from shoulder to elbow in a huge, brightly coloured tattoo of, from Ed's brief glance, a kind of jungle scene with big cats, entwined serpents, exotic birds and almost certainly much more. His eyes hadn't lingered long on the tattoo, however, because of the three open buttons on the woman's already low-cut grey sleeveless top and the substantial cleavage on show. Remembering the morning's debacle he forced himself to look up, meeting her gaze once more to find her still smiling enigmatically.




The First Knock is the Hardest Ch. 03



"Umm, sorry," he faltered.

"That's okay, Ed," the woman said quietly. "You take your time." She had a voice like warm treacle.

Ed's pitch was fast becoming an embarrassing shambles. He was doing his best to ignore the woman's attractiveness and the distractions before him and now she was teasing him. He forced himself to remember that just because she was attractive, dressed revealingly, and had smiled at him didn't mean she was giving him the come on. One humiliating episode for the day was quite sufficient.

He cleared his throat. "Well. I'm in the area today with a great deal on..."

"I was just making a rum and coke," the woman interrupted. "Do you want one?"

"Erm. Well. Yes. Okay, thanks," Ed bumbled. 

"Great," the woman purred. "Come through."

The woman turned and walked barefoot into the house. He followed, unable to avoid noticing she wore a tiny pair of red shorts that really didn't cover her very well. 

They walked past the lounge and a couple of closed doors towards the bright, sunlit kitchen. Ed noticed a couple of photo-realist pictures of shiny chrome motorcycles which he assumed must explain the tattoos. Apart from the body art, the woman whose ample bottom he was right behind didn't look like a biker chick, though. Mind you, what did he know? He wasn't jumping to any conclusions from now on. 

The kitchen was devoid of dismantled carburettors or other pieces of machinery and Ed took a seat on a stool by the breakfast bar. It looked like a perfectly normal kitchen to him.

"I need another bottle," the woman said. "Won't be a minute." She walked out of the open French doors and out of sight across the patio. Ed composed himself and rehearsed his pitch silently. 

The woman reappeared holding a bottle of rum and smiled at Ed. Her manicured fingernails were painted a glossy black; her fingers adorned by a number of rings, some made of a dark dull metal, a couple with more of a shine. 

"I'm glad you knocked. I don't like drinking alone." She opened a cupboard and took out a glass then went to the tall fridge-freezer and opened the bottom door. "I'm Rachel, by the way," she said, turning her head over her shoulder to speak to Ed, then bending at the waist to retrieve some ice from a low-down shelf. 

Ed opened his mouth to say hello again but yet again was thrown. He couldn't greet a potential customer when all he could see of her was a pair of long, curvaceous legs leading up to a pair of skimpy shorts that barely covered a ripe-looking posterior. He swallowed and waited. Rachel finally stood and turned to him but, her hands full of ice and a glass, was unable to shake his offered hand. "Hi, Rachel," he said at last.

"Hi, Ed," Rachel said friendlily, putting down the ice and glass, and shaking his hand, having first wiped it dry on her top, leaving a dark hand print on her left breast. She leaned toward him, her cleavage suddenly right before him, and for a second Ed thought she was going to kiss him. He stiffened, leaning away from her chest, anxious not to touch her inappropriately and her smile broadened as she reached behind him and took a lime from the fruit bowl. "So, where were we?" 

You're imagining things, he told himself, suddenly very hot under the collar despite the conditioned air. 

As Rachel made their drinks Ed finally began his sales pitch. Pleasingly Rachel seemed interested in what he had to say and had apparently stopped flirting with him, if that's what she had actually been doing earlier. She handed him his glass and they clinked them together.

"Woah, that's quite a strong one," Ed laughed after his first sip. 

"If a job's worth dong, it's worth doing properly, I always say," Rachel replied and, putting a straw between her full, pink lips, took a long drink then sucked on an ice cube. "How long are you around for?" she asked, looking at the clock on the wall.

"It's a couple of hours till I get picked up," Ed said.

"That's good," Rachel said, leaning over the bar, her cleavage again extremely obvious. 

"Why?" Ed asked hesitatingly.

"Plenty of time for a drink, then," she laughed as Ed began to explain how much money he could save her. "So what brings you to Oz?" Rachel asked suddenly. Perhaps Ed's pitch wasn't as scintillating as he'd thought.

Abandoning the pitch for the moment Ed talked through his journey so far, and how he was due to leave in a few days' time. Rachel crossed her legs on the stool next to him, sucked on her straw and looked at him as he talked. Her cleavage was making it difficult for him to keep his eyes on hers.

"I guess you don't have a girlfriend?"

Her directness threw Ed yet again. "Umm, no, I don't at the moment," he said uncertainly.

"At the moment?" Rachel inquired. "So you do like girls, then?"

This really took Ed by surprise. "Yeah, of course I do," he laughed. "I just don't have a girlfriend right now."

"Okay," Rachel grinned. "Just checking."

"Right. Okay." Ed cleared his throat to try again but stopped. "What made you think I didn't like girls?" he asked, slightly affronted. He flashed back to the Canadian's bedroom. No, he'd been through this. It wasn't the Canadian that had been attractive, it was the topless girl sucking his cock. God he hated how easily women could confuse his thinking at the moment. 

"Well I've been trying my best to attract your attention for the last half hour and you've hardly given me a second look so I just wondered if you were gay?"

"God, no," Ed blurted. "You're gorgeous. I mean, you're very attractive. I was just trying to be professional." For fuck's sake, Ed thought, distraught at his ineptness. 

Rachel laughed and sucked on her straw, looking up at Ed from under her seductive eyes.

Ed took a deep drink. "The thing is," he said, perhaps feeling a little more relaxed the further down his rum he got. "I made a proper tit of myself earlier so I swore I'd just get on with my job from now on.

"Oh really?" Rachel smiled teasingly. "What happened? This sounds fun."

Ed told Rachel first about the Canadian and his words of wisdom about looking out for feminine signals, and then about his embarrassing misjudgement with Kat. Rachel giggled gently but not mockingly and cocked her head as Ed relayed the story.

She shuffled on her stool, leaning closer to Ed. "Well your self-control was exemplary this afternoon. You're quite the gentleman really."

This time Ed couldn't help but look at Rachel's tits. "I couldn't make a twat out of myself twice in a day," Ed said distractedly.

"Do you think I'm giving off signals now, Ed?" Rachel purred, her hand resting lightly on his knee.

Ed cleared his throat. "Umm. Well. Maybe. Yes?"

"I am, Ed."

"Right. Okay then. Err..."

Rachel stirred her drink and pushed her hair from her eyes with a ringed finger. She gave him another smile. This time Ed allowed himself to acknowledge it was a seductive look. "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?"

"Jesus. Umm, yeah, okay then." Rachel's approach had knocked Ed sideways. He felt like a teenager.

Rachel's jewel-like eyes sparkled. "Good," she said, standing and taking Ed's hand. "Come with me then." 

They were in Rachel's bedroom, sitting side by side on the bed. A huge mirror almost filled the wall at the foot of the bed, more photo-realist pictures hung on the walls. Ed realised he was nervous. He took a long drink and crunched an ice cube noisily. 

"I like the pictures," he said, nodding at a large American truck, gleaming with chrome, parked outside a typical US diner.

Rachel smiled gently and stroked his leg. "Yes, I'm a fan. I love the detailing."

"Me too. I studied Robert Estes at college," he lied. A friend had though and Ed remembered the name. Ed hoped Rachel wouldn't want to explore the topic too much further. He looked at Rachel's arm. "And your tattoo," Ed said. "Wow!" 

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's amazing," Ed told her. The truth was he wasn't usually much of a fan of tattoos but he wasn't going to tell Rachel that. It was an incredible-looking thing, though. Besides, apart from the tattoo she looked quite conventional. It looked almost out of place on her.

"I designed it myself. I've done a few for people actually."

Ed nodded appreciatively. He recognised the talent even if it wasn't completely to his taste. Rachel's forwardness had taken him by surprise initially but with a drink and some small talk established he was beginning to relax a little more. Rachel put her drink on the bedside cabinet and stood up. She pulled her top up and off, revealing a lacy black bra and another intricate tattoo, this one a thorny rose that climbed from her beneath her little shorts, up her left flank, and under her left breast. She teased her hair back into place then undid the bra and let it fall to the thick carpet. 

"This is another of mine," she said, stroking up her soft, curvaceous body, and cupping her large, pale breast. "Stand up," she told Ed, holding out a hand. "Touch it."

Ed stood, not for the first time feeling a touch overdressed. He traced his fingers up the complex design, from the waistband of her shorts towards the globe of her heavy tit. He held her breast very gently at first then squeezed and lowered his head to meet her mouth. They kissed, Rachel's mouth instantly opening and allowing his tongue inside. Both their mouths were cold from the ice and their tongues duelled. An even colder, metal ball pressed against his tongue which Ed realised was a tongue stud. Not all that conventional, then, he told himself. He squeezed her soft orb, then pulled her closer to him, her hard, brown nipples pressing against the crisp cotton of his shirt. Ed's hands felt their way down her back to her bottom where he cupped her round buttocks and squeezed upwards. Rachel murmured through their kiss, her hand slipping between them to feel his growing erection. 

She broke their kiss and looked at Ed, her lips in a seductive pout. She undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt with her heavily ringed fingers. She slid her hands over his chest, the metal of the rings dragging across his nipples, and made her way towards his belt buckle. Ed kicked off his shoes in preparation. Considering her assertive initiation Ed was finding Rachel surprisingly relaxed in her approach. He almost felt he could take charge. She silently undid his belt and slid down the zip, and pulled the trousers down to his ankles, leaving Ed in his tight boxer shorts, his cock now straining for release. She grinned at him wickedly then pushed his chest. With his feet caught in his trousers he fell back onto the bed and Rachel straddled his groin, her still-covered pussy grinding against his erection. Suddenly Ed felt sure Rachel was in control. 

She bent to kiss him again and sucked on his tongue, biting it as she released him, all the time pressing her crotch against his. She grinned and dragged her hard nipples down his body as she made her way to his underwear. Now kneeling on the floor she pulled the black cotton down, over his cock, which sprang upwards once freed.

"What did you say that girl was called?" Rachel asked, her head to one side, contemplating his erection.

"This morning you mean? Kat."

"Silly girl." Rachel smiled sweetly at Ed then slapped his cock hard.

"Ow, fuck," he shouted, alarmed.

"Sorry," Rachel said softly, and kissed Ed's cock tenderly. "Is that better?" she asked.

"Yes," Ed laughed, then yelped again as Rachel bit the tip. "Fuck, stop it!" he shouted again, wriggling away from her.

"Sorry, Ed," she giggled. "I'll behave." She kissed his cock again, watching him flinch involuntarily.

Rachel stood up and Ed took the opportunity to kick away the restraining clothes and pull off his socks. He eyed Rachel nervously as she admired herself in the mirror and her reflection pouted at him before she bent, much as she had done at the freezer, and slipped down her skin-tight shorts. She had nothing on underneath them and Ed was treated to a delicious sight as her pale, round bum was revealed and, poking out from between her upper thighs, the pink lips of her pussy. He couldn't be sure but Ed thought he'd also seen the glint of another piercing there too. He guessed he'd find out soon enough. As Rachel stood in front of the mirror Ed could see both her front and back. She had a light tan, accentuated by her bikini marks, not the pale skin he'd somehow associate with those who favoured tattoos. Her pussy was trimmed to a narrow line of dark hair and was adorned by yet another tattoo, this one a small black panther on the left of her groin, its tail curling away where it metamorphosed into the rose that wound its way up her body.

As Rachel stood before the mirror she oozed sexuality. Her curves swooped, the sunlight from the window shining on her inked form, casting erotic shadows on the far wall, the light bouncing off her highlighted hair, turning the blonde to streaks of shimmering gold. Ed shuffled his way up the bed and waited for her to join him. She turned and, holding his gaze, crawled with feline grace towards him, her round bum shifting this way and that in the mirror. 

Rachel's tits brushed Ed's legs as she made her way up his body. His cock was bobbing gently with his heartbeat, the tip glistening already in the sunlight. She paused, her mouth hovering over it, a mischievous look in her eye. Ed braced himself for another nibble or worse but she simply breathed on the tip, her open mouth all around him, so close but not touching him. Even her breath made him tingle and when her full lips finally closed around him and her studded tongue slipped its way upwards, Ed groaned with pleasure as his cock throbbed within the confines of her hot, wet mouth. Rachel sucked him for a few moments, her head bobbing up and down, the ball of the tongue stud pressing firmly against his glans, making him gasp, then popped his cock from her mouth and resumed her ascent of his body. She kissed her way up his stomach, her cleavage brushing exquisitely over his cock, tickling him almost unbearably, until she reached his nipples. She ran her fingernails over them, pinching – to Ed's great relief - gently, then sucked and nibbled each in turn. She lowered herself slightly so her tits brushed his cock once more and Ed had to concentrate hard on not getting carried away. Behind her, in the mirror, her sumptuous arse and now glistening pussy gave him an added visual delight

"You like that, don't you?" Her eyes danced excitedly as the soft flesh of her breasts stroked him. Ed swallowed and nodded. Tilly might have known some tricks but a skinny teenager was no match for a sex kitten like Rachel. Ed just hoped she'd go easy on him. "I think I could make you come just like this, couldn't I?" she teased, gently rocking to and fro, tickling his now electrified cock.

Ed swallowed again. "Probably," he breathed.

Rachel giggled and kissed his stomach. "Well I'd better stop then, hadn't I?"

"Shit," Ed groaned as a wave of pleasure rushed through his groin. "Yes. Stop."

"So easy," Rachel laughed to herself and sat up, her legs astride Ed, just below his groin. 

He looked at her, admiring her body and the tattoos that he was now finding made her even hotter. She brushed the hair from her eyes and sat back, her hands behind her on his legs. Her big, round tits jutted out proudly, topped by hard brown nipples. His eyes travelled downwards, over the slight swell of her tummy towards the little black panther and its magical tail, her narrow line of pubic hair and, now he saw, a ring piercing the hood over her clit. His cock bounced in front of her, her pink pussy almost touching his tight balls. He found himself wondering if she favoured different metals for different body parts.

"Safe, now?" she asked, teasingly. Ed nodded before Rachel again crawled upwards, her soft skin still tantalising his aroused body. She allowed her slick labia and the metal ring to drag against his cock, only for a moment, then moved higher, and lowered a breast to his mouth. Ed sucked greedily and Rachel sighed contentedly above him. She swapped breasts, allowing him to suckle briefly, then sat astride his chest, rocking gently as the few hairs he possessed tickled her intimate areas. Rachel took one of his hands, then the other and interlocked her fingers in his, their hands outstretched above his head and to the side. She looked down at him, their eyes meeting, her pierced pussy just inches from his face. Her expression was difficult to read, as it had been from the moment they met. She let go of his hands and reached under a pillow and produced a black silk scarf which she slowly wound around her hands. Ed's face must have betrayed his reticence. Rachel smiled reassuringly.

"It'll be fun, trust me," she told him softly as she began tying his wrist to a wooden slat on the headboard. 

Ed wondered if he might have made a mistake. He didn't know the first thing about this tattooed, pierced woman who had first invited him into her home and now her bedroom. She could be insane, a psychopath; maybe she did this all the time: seduced gullible young men then tied them up and mutilated them. God, why did he have to keep doing what his dick told him? He should tell her to stop, that he wasn't comfortable with this. His mouth was dry. He looked helplessly at his drink on the cabinet. Rachel pouted and smiled seductively, then secured his other wrist to the bed. Too late. 

"Do you often invite strangers in and tie them up?" he croaked.

Rachel laughed. "Not often." She winked and bent to kiss him. The sensation of her tongue squirming powerfully against his own took his mind off the imminent danger he was in. She sat up and leaned for her drink, fishing out an ice cube which she popped between her lips and began sucking on. She pouted again and turned round so her rump was at his head, her hot mouth back at his cock. She looked at him in the mirror, then took him in her mouth. Ed groaned and closed his eyes as the ice and cold, hard metal in her mouth pressed against the throbbing head of his cock. She pressed the melting cube hard against him, taunting him with a little pain, numbing his cock. When he opened his eyes a second later, Rachel's wet, pink pussy was invitingly lowered to his mouth. Having little choice but to do so, he began lapping eagerly, tasting the tart, sticky lubricant already generously on offer.

"Mmmm, yes," Rachel growled, drooling the last of the cold liquid onto his cock as Ed's tongue slipped its way between her open lips and into her hot, tight hole. "Lick my cunt, Ed."

Ed did as he was told and probed her entrance with the tip of his tongue. With Ed immobilised Rachel was in complete control of where he could reach and how he could pleasure her. His pain subsiding, his pleasure began and she slowly and deeply sucked his cock. She shuffled her hips up and down, from side to side, encouraging his tongue to explore her whole pussy before she allowed him to settle into a rhythm on her hard little clitoris. Once she did so, Ed craned his neck to apply as much pressure as he could to her hooded pleasure pearl. He had never encountered a pierced pussy before but soon found that if he pressed his tongue firmly against the silver ring rather interesting things happened. With Rachel's tongue stud working overtime on the shaft and head of his cock and her clit ring apparently having a similar effect on her own body Ed was starting to see the appeal of precious metal on sensitive areas. 

Rachel's body quickly began to tremble and shake. Her hips bucked, Ed's face buried between her soft thighs, muffling his own sounds of enjoyment of simultaneously giving and receiving such pleasure. As she sucked his cock garbled sounds came from her end of the bed as her orgasm built and built. Rachel forced her pelvis down onto Ed's face, and squirmed as he breathlessly flicked his tongue as fast as he could against the hardness of her clit, making her jiggle and shake, faster and faster.




The First Knock is the Hardest Ch. 03



"Fuck, Ed, I'm gonna come," she gasped. "Your tongue's fucking amazing."

As Ed lapped harder, his nose against her tight little arsehole, Rachel's fingernails dug into his legs. Ed felt her pussy contract and tighten as her orgasm swept through her. Letting up her own sucking Rachel mewled and whimpered then, as the climax took hold, screamed as ecstasy rushed throughout her body. With little alternative, Ed lapped and flicked at her clit until, suddenly, Rachel yelped and jerked away from him, finally allowing him to breathe. 

He lay, helplessly, on the bed as Rachel's cunt quivered above him. His face was awash with her juices. Rachel's head lay on his thigh, his cock against her cheek, momentarily forgotten as she recovered from her orgasm. She looked up at Ed in the mirror, her face red and flushed. 

"That was fucking awesome," she panted. "You're very good at that."

"My pleasure," Ed laughed, still a touch wary and keen to stay on the right side of Rachel.

Rachel blew her hair from her eyes and kissed the tip of Ed's cock, then nibbled, making him yelp again. She grinned up at him. "You're doing well." She flicked the tip with her tongue stud and sucked hard on his helmet then let him go with a plop. "I'm impressed."

"Thanks," Ed muttered. 

"I mean it," Rachel said, swinging her leg over him and turning to face him, her head still level with his cock. She kissed the tip again, looking up at him. "I bet you really wanna come now, don't you?"

"God yes."

"Well, maybe I should let you if you promise you'll last longer next time?" 

As Rachel's mouth closed around him again he groaned and nodded. She might have eased up on him earlier but as her head bobbed and her mouth worked its way around him, this time there was no going back. Having been given permission he allowed the intense pleasure to rise and only seconds later his hips jerked and twitched as he came inside Rachel's mouth, grunting with each ejaculation. Rachel's eyes twinkled as she timed her swallowing to match each jet.

"You're good. I'm glad you knocked," Rachel told him, a minute or two later, her hand gently rubbing his balls. "For that, you're going to get the special treatment."

"Okay," he said uncertainly. Ed's mind whirred as he gave thought to what that could mean. "What exactly is that then?"

Rachel's enigmatic smile was back. She gave his still half-hard cock a soft suck and sat up. "Wait and see," she teased.

Ed tested the strength of the knots. "Not much choice, really."

"Nope," Rachel grinned. She made her way up towards him and kissed him deeply, licking around his mouth and chin, cleaning her own juices from his face. He could taste his own semen on her tongue. She held his face with both hands, staring deep into his eyes, then reached to the drink on the cabinet and fished out another ice cube and, opening the drawer, a condom. 

Rachel straddled him again, her bum just grazing the tip of his still very sensitive cock as it jutted upwards. She very gently rocked against him, coaxing another erection almost immediately. His cock grew and began to press against her bottom. "I knew we wouldn't have to wait long," she said, winking.

She ran the ice cube over her body, across her tits, around her nipples, making them stand even harder and prouder, then, holding the melting ice between her teeth, dragged it across Ed's body, onto his nipples, the cold and his defenceless, vulnerable position making him flinch. She worked her way down his body, dragging the ice across him, until she was again level with his cock. She sucked on the ice, then took him in her mouth once more, making him gasp as the hard, chilled metal of her stud pressed against him and her cold but soft mouth closed around him. Rachel held his gaze as she gave a few hard, deep sucks, then wanked him hard and fast, the smooth metal of her rings providing yet more almost painful pleasure.

"Okay," she said, looking at his cock. "I think it's time." She opened the foil of the condom and expertly rolled it down his now fully-restored hardness. Rachel sat astride his legs and began to tease the tip of his cock with her clit ring. Despite the condom as soon as the hard metal came into contact with Ed's oozing slit he almost leapt off the bed. Rachel grinned naughtily. "How does that feel?" she asked as her hips pivoted back and forth, playing with him, denying him access to her warm, safe centre.

Ed, impressed by his own powers of recovery but also a little frustrated by his inability to move or exert any influence on the proceedings moaned quietly and tried pushing his groin up to meet hers in the hope she'd relent and finally allow him inside. Maybe he was being greedy but he wanted more.

"Is it nice?" she toyed.

"Yes," Ed groaned. "It's nice." His hips thrust upwards to try and impale Rachel but she simply laughed and slid her adornment over him once more.

"You want to be in here, don't you?" she teased, holding his member at the atrium of her sopping pleasure palace.

"God, yes." Ed's hips were rotating and thrusting as best he could in between the lurches and twitches each of Rachel's deliberate movements caused in him.

"Poor thing. You really want to fuck me now, don't you?"

Ed growled and nodded. Rachel slid her spread labia from the base to the tip of his rod, pausing at the top. Ed sighed. At last, he thought. Rachel bit her bottom lip and looked him in the eye. Ed pushed.

"Stop that!" she scolded. "If you don't stop wriggling we'll never get anything done."

"Sorry," Ed muttered. "Maybe you could untie me then?" he asked, pretty sure of her reply.

Rachel giggled "I don't think so, do you? This is much more fun."

Ed groaned again. Rachel was taking great delight in his frustrations. "Good things come to those who wait," she assured him, making another pass up and down his cock, pressing firmly with her ring.

"Well, I suppose you did make me come earlier," she teased. "So maybe you will again?" With these words she finally slipped the head of his throbbing pole inside her pussy and slowly inched downwards.

Inside her at last, Ed relaxed and enjoyed the exquisite feeling. He could feel Rachel's heat through the condom and the ease with which she'd slid him inside her was testament to just how wet she was after Ed's oral ministrations. Her soft pussy walls enveloped him perfectly, squeezing his rock-hard penis as she began to rise and fall. Ed groaned quietly as Rachel leaned forwards and rocked her hips.

"You feel good," she whispered, almost to herself, her eyes closed. As tempted as Ed was to thrust into her, to fuck her from below and have some say in the proceedings, he resisted and allowed Rachel to control the tempo and make the pleasure last. She rocked back and forth, rotating her hips, his big cock buried deep inside her. She wasn't as tight as Tilly had been – nobody could be – but the feel of her velvety cunt enveloping his manhood was a delight. With his arms tied to the bed and his legs beneath Rachel's rocking and rising body Ed allowed himself to enjoy the talents of a clearly quite experienced lover.

Rachel had picked up the pace a little and was beginning to bounce. Her big tits took on a mind of their own as Rachel's pneumatic form rose and fell, the fleshy globes dancing and heaving as she fucked him. Although he had begun to get used to his bound state and the passivity it necessitated, he sorely wished he could hold and squeeze her boobs as they swung tantalisingly above him. Rachel, her eyes closed, hands on his chest, seemed to be lost in her own pleasure, her round buttocks slapping against his thighs as she bottomed out, the tip of his cock nudging her g-spot, if her pants and gasps were any indication. Rachel's oral generosity meant his own orgasm was being kept safely at bay. 

"You're so fucking deep," Rachel panted, her eyes only half open. She sat back, resting one hand behind her and rolled her hips back and forward and circled her hips, then began rubbing her clitoris hard. Ed took this as his cue and began to drive his hips upwards, sending his cock even deeper inside Rachel's body. Her eyes flew open, her mouth agape, the suddenness of Ed's thrusts taking her breath away. She began to whimper, Ed's cock and her own hand working their magic, taking her to the brink. She bounced harder, frigged herself faster, and squeezed her tit beneath her hand then suddenly, cried out as another orgasm erupted within her. She yelped with each bounce of her hips and each vigorous thrust from below, her hand still a blur. She cried obscenities, telling Ed his cock filled her cunt, how good it felt, how hard she was coming until the ecstasy eventually faded and their movements slowed. With Ed still buried inside her she bent to kiss him, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair plastered to her face.

"Fuck, Ed. That was amazing," she whispered in his ear. Despite the ferocity of her orgasm she kept a slow, rhythmic rolling of her pelvis even as she lay on Ed, her breasts squashed against his chest, her body rising and falling as her breathing slowed. 

Rachel sat up, Ed still deep inside her. Most girls Ed had been with before had to rest between orgasms, their bodies too sensitive to keep going but Rachel seemed to be unafflicted in that department. "You're doing very well," she said with a wink, using a forefinger to brush her sweaty hair away from her face. "Even if I told you to stay still," she said with mock seriousness.

"Thanks. Sorry," Ed grinned. This was quite a fuck but his thrusting had given him a taste for some more control of the situation. Besides, he really wanted another go on those delicious tits. He lifted his arms, straining at the silk. "Any chance of being untied?" 

Rachel looked at him as though he was a dim child. "I don't think so now, do you?" She paused, that enigmatic pout as unreadable as ever. Another slight wave of fear passed through Ed. What did that mean? Christ, was she going to keep him here? A squeeze of her vagina muscles and a giggle relieved his immediate fears. She was sexy as hell. Who cared what she did with him.

Ed's relief was momentary, however. Suddenly he heard the screen door slam and a man's voice calling out, "I'm home babe."

"In here, darl," she called back, her head turned towards the ajar door.

"Jesus, fuck, let me go," Ed panicked, pulling at the scarves, trying to get Rachel off him, suddenly very scared at the prospect of an angry boyfriend. Despite the debacle of the morning he hadn't even thought about Rachel having a man. His eyes flitted to her wedding ring finger. Sure enough, on the third finger of her left hand, the hand that even now was covering his nipple as she slowly rocked her body, pleasuring herself, his erection still deep inside her vagina, was a wide, dull-metal band that, for some reason, despite the predicament in which he found himself, Ed wondered if was made from titanium or perhaps brushed stainless steel.

"Shh, it's fine," she told him.

It didn't feel fine to Ed. The door was pushed open. He prepared himself to reason with the man. Or beg. A figure appeared.

"Oh, sweet," the man said, seeing Rachel atop the door-to-door salesman tied to the bed. He approached the couple, put his hands on Rachel's shoulders and kissed her cheek as she turned to greet him.

"This is Ed," Rachel said, continuing to rotate and rock. "Ed, this is my hubby, Jack." She winked at Ed once more.

"G'day, Ed," Jack said. "I would shake your hand but... well," he laughed, seemingly amiably.

A terrified Ed stuttered a weak hello and tried to look apologetic. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he felt his erection begin to wilt.

"Don't worry, Ed," Rachel said reassuringly. "I promise, this is cool." She could obviously feel the weakening of his manhood as she squeezed him tightly inside herself and pouted seductively.

"Yeah, mate. It's cool," Jack said. "You can bone my missus when I'm out at work, I don't mind," he laughed, and slapped Ed's thigh, just below his wife's buttock.

"Look, I really didn't realise. I'm really sorry. " Ed pleaded as Jack pulled his t-shirt over his head and sat on the bed to take off his socks.

Jack looked at him. "I'm serious, mate. Don't sweat it, hey?" He unzipped his jeans and stood to pull them down. "I mean, who can blame you? Look at her!" he looked down at where Ed and Rachel's bodies became one, and then back at Ed. "You're bagged up, what's the problem?" Ed could think of quite a number of problems but chose not to voice them. Jack looked at Rachel. "He's a big boy, hey?" he said to his wife. Rachel nodded happily.

Now wearing only his red boxer shorts, a large bulge clearly straining to get out already, Jack stood in front of Rachel and bent to kiss her, one hand fondling her right breast. Ed watched as their tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths. He wondered if Jack could tell Rachel had swallowed his sperm not long before. Jack broke the kiss and smiled at his wife. "Mmm, salty."

Rachel, still riding Ed and apparently able to rescue his hard-on and return it to its former glory with a simple squeeze and pout, tugged Jack's boxer shorts down his hairy legs, freeing his cock. She purred as she used one hand to rub it, the other to caress her left breast. "Two big cocks," she said dreamily. "I'm spoiled." She began to suck Jack's cock, slurping greedily down the long hardness to his hairy balls.

Ed's brain had given up trying to reason what was going on. He figured he probably wasn't going to get a beating and who was he to question what constituted a stable, loving relationship? He lay, bound on Rachel and Jack's marital bed, his cock deep inside her as she deep throated her husband, and figured he might as well stop worrying. His escapade with the Canadian and the Hungarian girl had taught him he wouldn't turn gay the moment he saw another man's cock, which was just as well, considering there as one being sucked less than two feet above him. There was the small matter of how he would react if Jack turned his attention to Ed but he decided to worry about that when it came up.

"Jeez, darl," Jack groaned as Rachel sloppily devoured him, her be-ringed hand twisting around his shaft as she sucked the top of his tool. "It's been a couple of days; go easy, hey?"

Ed smiled to himself, knowing just what Jack meant. As Rachel swivelled her hips and bobbed her head Ed admired the scene. Jack was tall, dark and well-built with a mop of curly black hair. He was also one of the hairiest people Ed had ever seen with a thick dark fuzz covering most of his body. Ed couldn't see any tattoos, though. There probably wasn't much point.

"Shit, slow down babe," Jack hissed, pulling back from Rachel's oral and manual assault. His cock was covered in thick strings of saliva, some of which hung in the gap between Rachel's expert mouth and Jack's erection, which to Ed, looked longer than his own but perhaps not as thick. "No wonder you blew, mate," Jack said, looking down at the prostrate Ed. "She's a cock-sucking champ, hey?"

Ed, still not entirely comfortable discussing the sexual prowess of the man's wife as she simultaneously worked her magic on the pair of them, nodded awkwardly and grunted a yes. 

"Relax, man," Jack told him with a grin. "Like she said, it's all cool." Jack looked at his wife. "How's he feel baby?"

"Fucking good," she replied, keeping her gentle rolling and swivelling going. 

Jack grinned and stroked his wife's cheek tenderly. "Shall I get the lube?" he asked. 

Ed froze. 

"Definitely," she said eyeing Ed. She squeezed his cock with her cunt again. "You'll like this, I promise. This is the special treatment."

Ed swallowed hard. What exactly was it that he going to love, he wondered. He tracked Jack as he walked around the bed to the other cabinet and opened a drawer, retrieving a bottle of clear liquid. Jack knelt on the bed, his long, wet cock leading the way, and shuffled over to kiss Rachel. The couple kissed passionately, his hands exploring her curvaceous, decorated body, hers doing the same to his hirsute, muscular form, all the while her cunt was filled by Ed, the stranger in this ménage à trois.

"Yes but what is it we're doing?" Ed asked.

Rachel shushed him and put her finger to his lips.

Jack flipped open the bottle and poured some of the liquid onto his hand. Ed's eyes were fixed on the reflection in the mirror. Was he really about to be violated by another bloke? Perhaps he just had to take the rough with the smooth. Jack's hand moved between Ed and Rachel and she leant forward. Ed closed his eyes, trying to relax. Fuck it, he thought. No one need ever know. He might even like it. He was sure this would be better if he didn't tense up. He felt a drip of cold lube land on his balls and suddenly Rachel cooed and lay on his chest. Ed opened his eyes. He looked in the mirror. Jack's middle finger was gently probing Rachel's arsehole. Ed's face broke into a huge smile of relief. He wasn't going to have his arse interfered with by a hairy Australian. Not yet at least. 

Jack grinned at him. "Shit, sorry mate. You weren't worried were you?"

"Nah," said Ed. He hoped his laugh sounded convincing. 

Rachel's hips were beginning to rock and roll more insistently as her husband explored and relaxed her bum. Her pierced clitoris rubbed against Ed's pelvis at the base of each of her movements. The sheer depth of his cock inside her was making Ed tingle more and more insistently. 

"Now you're gonna have to help me here, mate," Jack said to him. "Open your legs so I can get between them. Don't freak out if we bump cocks, it's gonna happen but hey, that's all part of the fun!" Jack winked at Ed as he poured more lube onto his hand and began to rub it into his cock. "First threesome?" he asked.

Ed opened his mouth to explain the various experiences that weren't quite threesomes, then decided against it and nodded. Rachel bit his shoulder as Jack pressed the tip of his cock against her tight hole. She looked back at her husband who was now half kneeling behind her between Ed's opened legs, his own feet on the floor.

"Fuck me, baby. I want two big cocks in me," she breathed.

Ed reminded himself this was really happening and found himself gritting his teeth in sympathy with Rachel as Jack eased his way into her. Rachel stopped her squirming for a few seconds as Jack slipped inside, taking his time, easing his way gently in and out, slowly getting deeper and deeper.

Rachel started to moan and began pushing back. Her cunt had become much tighter with the addition of another large penis to her depths. Ed could feel the hardness of Jack's erection inside her. It almost felt as though their two cocks were pressing against one another, inside Rachel. She was the only one moving, easing herself back and forth as she got used to the feeling.

"How's that baby?" Jack asked.

Rachel hissed through clenched teeth. "Good. Very good. Fuck me, baby," she told Jack. "Slowly," she quickly added. "Ed's a big boy." She pouted at Ed, then her eyes closed as Jack slid further into her and began to slowly screw his wife's arse, causing her to groan.

Rachel's groans became deeper and more guttural. Jack had his hands on her hips as she lay on Ed's chest. She grunted with each of her husband's thrusts, her mouth slackly open, her teeth occasionally dragging across Ed's shoulder. Ed, for his part, was beginning to recover his senses and remembered he was due another orgasm. He began to move beneath Rachel, timing his upward thrusts to match Jack's as he withdrew. As soon as Ed's cock began to move within Rachel she swore and dug her nails into his shoulders.

With Jack and Ed settled into a slow, deep rhythm, the trio's pleasure levels began to rise steadily. Ed's groin was on fire, the sensations from his cock sending bolts of electricity throughout his body. Jack was telling his wife what a horny slut she was, having two men inside her. Rachel was agreeing, telling the two men how much they were filling her.




The First Knock is the Hardest Ch. 03



"Fuck me, you dirty bastards," she grunted. "Fuck my slutty little cunt and my dirty little arse. Fuck me hard."

The two men heard her instructions and did as she told them. They began fucking her harder, faster. Ed had stopped worrying about hurting Rachel and was driving his hips upwards, his cock so deep inside her pussy. Jack was doing the same to her arse. Every thrust made his balls swing against Ed's. Surely none of them could last much longer.

Rachel was the first to come. As the pistoning males filled her completely, yet another orgasm welled up inside her. Again, she clung to Ed by her finger nails, whimpering and groaning, now utterly incapable of speech. Jack fucked his wife's arse hard, his cock rubbing against Ed's deep within Rachel and at last, Rachel came. Her deep, animal grunts grew louder and higher in pitch as her body was overwhelmed with pleasure. She cried out and grabbed at Ed's flesh as her body bucked and heaved.

Having sped up and caused Rachel's orgasm Jack allowed his own climax to build. Ed watched as Jack's face contorted and his mouth let go a deep growl as he came, deep inside his wife, pumping his sperm into her bowels. As soon as Jack had let go, Ed did the same and cried out in ecstasy as the climax rushed through his groin, ejaculating spurt after spurt from his enveloped cock, buried deep inside Rachel. 

The panting, sweating threesome lay atop one another, Jack on his wife, his wife on Ed. At last Jack slipped out of Rachel and collapsed on the bed. Ed felt a warm trickle run from Rachel's arse onto his balls. Rachel opened her glassy eyes and gathered her strength to unimpale herself from Ed's still-hard rod. She rolled off him and onto her panting husband who held her in his arms as they recovered together. Still tied to their bed, Ed lay there with his cock softening inside the sodden condom. He looked at the married couple gently, lovingly caressing one another after such a sordid act and began to feel rather like a spare part. He wondered what the polite thing to do in such circumstances was. He decided to give them a few moments.

Jack and Rachel were kissing and gazing into each other's eyes, whispering odd words to one another. It had been a couple of minutes since they had all come but no one had paid him any attention. His nose was itching and he wanted to move. He looked in the mirror at his softening penis, the full condom hanging off it, another man's sperm slowly drying on his balls.

"Umm, sorry," he began, acutely aware he sounded like a bumbling Englishman. "Could one of you untie me? Please?"

Rachel turned to look at him, then back at Jack. "Set him free, baby", she said to her husband.

Jack sighed and sat up, leaning over Ed to untie his wrists, then flopped onto his back and invited Rachel, whose bottom still rested against Ed's leg, for a cuddle. Ed scratched his nose and rubbed his wrists then shuffled away from the couple and tried to unobtrusively remove the used condom.

He stood, on the opposite side of the bed to where his clothes were, with the bulging rubber in his hand. Jack and Rachel were kissing, lost in each other's embrace. Ed crept round the room and looked in vain for a bin. He knotted the condom and picked up his clothes, briefly wondering whether to get dressed in the bedroom or to leave the loving couple to it and dress in the hall. He was sticky with his sweat and that of Rachel, along with his own bodily fluids and some pretty pungent ones belonging to the others. He really needed a shower but it didn't seem polite to ask. Gingerly pulling on his boxer shorts over his smelly, gluey crotch he shuffled awkwardly out of the bedroom.

Once dressed, Ed went into the kitchen to find his clipboard. He took the johnny out of his trouser pocket and went to the kitchen bin but something stopped him dropping it in. Despite what had just gone on between the couple and him for some reason he didn't want either of them to be faced with another man's used condom when they next emptied the teapot. With no apparent alternative he put it back in his pocket. He looked at his clipboard, then outside at the gathering dusk, then his watch. He doubted the likelihood of Rachel buying anything from him now. Turning his own nose up at the way he smelled, he also doubted his chances of anyone else making a purchase from a dishevelled and odorous salesman.

Jack's voice and Rachel's giggles drifted from their bedroom and Ed, feeling rather lonely, decided he had to leave, smelling of rude sex, or not. He paused at the open door, completely unable to comprehend the right thing to do. He looked in. Jack was between Rachel's open thighs, his tongue working where Ed had been just moments before. He looked at the front door, then back at the scene on the bed. "Erm, I'm gonna get off now," he said uncertainly. "Erm, thanks for everything." He winced at the idiotic words. Perhaps he wasn't really cut out for the life erotic after all.

"Later, buddy," a muffled voice said. 

"Bye, Ed," Rachel said without looking up. "Make sure you close the door."

Ed walked through the house and out of the screen door. He pulled it shut. He stood on the driveway, the shining ute had been joined by an equally shining classic muscle car. He looked up and down the street, then at his clipboard as if it might provide an answer. He scratched his head and put his hand in his pocket, shuddering slightly at the feel of the wet, rubbery object within. He heard a squeal from inside the house and stepped off the porch. He looked at his phone. No missed calls.



The First Knock is the Hardest



"Not bad," Charlene teased, taking in Ed's athletic form. "A bit skinny maybe, but not bad. I don't go for muscular guys anyway," she chuckled.

Ed felt his face flush at Charlene's latest tease. He knew he was a good-looking guy with a decent build but his relative lack of bulk had always been a confidence-sapper. He tried to read her face but Charlene gave nothing away. "Like I said, I've not been eating much," Ed mumbled.

"Chill out, dude," Charlene said in an American accent. "Jeez, you're so serious!"

Ed felt his toes curling in his shoes and took a breath. She's just joshing, he reminded himself. Get a grip, man. What would the Canadian do? Ed had no fucking idea what the Canadian would do but the hungover horniness was still strong enough to encourage him to press on.

"Well," Ed said "I've shown you mine."

Charlene snorted with laughter. "Nice try buddy." She looked at his waistband and nodded. "Keep going."

Ed paused and swallowed, his hands on his belt. 

"Come on Eddie." That hint of mockery was there again. "Don't be shy."

If he was honest Ed was finding Charlene's teases a little annoying. He hated being called Eddie, it reminded him of school but the tingling in his groin and the chance of a fumble with a hot stranger was a more enticing prospect than a sulky show of petulance. He slipped off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. As he did he saw Charlene lick her lips. He took this to be a positive sign.

Ed unfastened the clasp of his trousers and slid down the zip. His initial erection had subsided a little after Charlene's taunts but he was still somewhat aroused and was glad to see he was wearing black boxers which might hide any early moisture leakages. His trousers fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, skilfully whipping off his socks as he did. He stood in the chilled air of Charlene's kitchen and waited.

"Legs, yep, seen them before," she said. Her tone was still teasing but her smile softened her face.

Ed felt a surge of adrenalin and hooked his thumbs into his waistband, pulled the fitted cotton underwear down and kicked it to one side. Now naked, his cock at half mast, Ed looked Charlene in the eye. "So," he said, emboldened by endorphins and a weird thrill caused by the frankly bizarre scenario he was now in. "This is me." He gestured towards himself.

"So I see," Charlene said almost absently. She was looking Ed up and down but it was obvious where her gaze was trained.

Ed looked at his cock, too. It protruded pretty much horizontally from his trimmed brown pubic hair, bobbing gently with his pulse. If the dark underwear had hidden the moist evidence of his arousal before, there was no avoiding it now. An almost transparent drop of sticky fluid was clearly visible on the dark purple end of his cock. Ed frantically tried to work out what to do next. Charlene was obviously in the driving seat here but his lack of embarrassment surely couldn't last for ever.

"Your turn?" he suggested.

Charlene laughed gently. "Well you seem to like what you see already. Do I need to bother?"

"A deal's a deal." Despite everything Ed was beginning to enjoy his nakedness. Even if Charlene was just a prick-tease he'd happily knock one out over this situation later on. Fuck, he'd knock one out now if she asked him to. Subconsciously the thought of masturbating in front of this woman in her own kitchen made his hand to drift to his cock. He gently stroked it a few times, making it grow substantially as well as sending miniature rushes of pleasure through his groin.

Charlene's eyes widened as Ed began to play with himself. "Mmm, that's naughty," she said quietly, her eyes glued to Ed's steadily growing erection. 

"Show me your tits," Ed told her. He might be the one naked and touching himself but the balance of power had shifted slightly. Charlene, still watching Ed slowly wank his sizeable tool, opened her top and allowed it to slip off her shoulders. "Very nice," murmured Ed appreciatively.

Charlene had a beautiful body. Lean and lithe from time spent swimming but not hard and overly-developed like that of a competing athlete. Her breasts weren't big but were supple and pert; the milky-pale skin of each cantaloupe-sized orb topped with a large brown nipple. Perhaps it was the cool air but Ed hoped it was what she was looking at that made her nipples stand proud. She grinned at him warmly. 

"Thank you," she said, almost whispering, the teasing tone had evaporated. "You too." 

Ed, now fully erect and extremely turned on, let go of his cock. It bounced upwards, almost hitting his abdomen. Charlene seemed very interested in it, her eyes flitting from his to the throbbing shaft that was pointing straight at her. He stepped towards her, the sticky tip of his hard-on only millimetres from Charlene's ivory skin. 

"Fair's fair," he said as he gently pulled down her velour pants. Charlene made no attempt to stop him but raised an eyebrow and smiled her assent. Somewhere inside his mind Ed was marvelling at how he'd somehow come to be the one in charge. The Canadian would be impressed.

As the soft material slid down her shapely legs Ed's hands felt the silky-smooth skin of her hips and thighs. Once past her knees the loose material fell to her ankles and Ed stepped back to allow Charlene to step out of the pants. She was naked underneath and Ed took a moment to admire what he saw. The creamy paleness of the skin never exposed to the sun under her lifeguard's one-piece bathing suit contrasted with the delicious, subtle tan that began at the tops of her legs. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was darker than he expected -- the collar and cuffs weren't a match - but Ed felt he could forgive this minor imperfection, given the circumstances. Just to the right of the triangle of soft-looking hair a tattooed dolphin leapt upwards from a patch of blue. Charlene saw Ed looking.

"Not many people know I have a tattoo, you know?"

"I won't tell," breathed Ed. As he spoke he knew that wasn't strictly true but reckoned as long as names were changed to protect the innocent he was probably okay. They stood in silence for a second, momentarily self-conscious of their nakedness in front of a stranger.

Charlene took Ed's hand and pressed it to her breast. Beneath his palm he felt the firm yet yielding softness. He squeezed a little, lost for a second in the tactile pleasure of holding her perfectly formed tit, the nub of her nipple hard against his hand. Immersed in the sensual beauty of a woman's bosom he felt the weight, his eyes fixed on her hand atop his and the sacred flesh of female breast beneath it.

"You've got lovely tits," he said, finally looking her in the eye.

Charlene laughed. "Glad you like 'em." Her free hand closed around his now aching erection, causing him to groan. "You've got a lovely cock."

"Fuck, that feels good," Ed hissed as Charlene's hand began to work up and down.

"Kiss me."

They kissed slowly at first, then with more intensity, lips against teeth, their tongues exploring one another's mouths, wriggling and writhing, wet with a growing passion. Ed held the back of Charlene's head, still squeezing her tit. Charlene's own hand, now wet with Ed's excitement massaged him, the sensitive head, his swelling balls, and the thick, veiny shaft of his throbbing cock.

Charlene let go of Ed's hand and grabbed at his muscular buttocks, dragging her fingernails across his flesh, up his back, then onto his toned chest. He grabbed at her other tit, squeezing hard, pinching her nipple as he caressed her slender neck, her lean back, her taut bottom. His other hand slippedbetween her legs, and cupped her. Immediately he felt her labia part and his palm became slick with her deliciously aromatic essence.

Charlene pulled back from his mouth, gasping. She had an animalistic look in her eye, her expression one of pure lust. "Get down there," she ordered, pushing Ed's head. Ed did as he was told.

He crouched in front of Charlene, his face level with her pussy. Her parted, protruding lips were glistening, the dark hair moist. Ed licked upwards once, his tongue pressing hard against her most intimate areas. He looked up at Charlene, gave her a cheeky smile, then dived in for more. This wasn't the time for slow lovemaking. His tongue slid between her labia, spreading her protective shields wide, and lapped greedily. She was seriously wet. Her juices already flowing copiously as Ed drank her in. His tongue penetrated her opening, probing the silky-soft tunnel then upwards again, onto her swollen clitoris, sucking at the whole area. Charlene gasped, grabbing at Ed's hair, forcing him onto her. Ed sucked harder, his tongue flicked at her pleasure centre. He felt the tiny hood give way as her clitoris stood to attention and Ed devoured her.

"Holy fuck," Charlene panted. "That's so fucking good. Don't stop."

Somewhere below her, between her toned thighs, Ed had no intention of stopping. He knew he was good; licking a pussy was easily in his top three things to do to a woman. He paused for a second to breathe and looked up at Charlene again, his mouth and chin slick with her essential oils. "Sit on the worktop," he told her.

Charlene hopped up, scrunching her face as her bottom hit the cold stone. She wiggled for a few moments, warming her nether region, then shuffled to the edge and opened her legs wide leaving her pussy utterly exposed, waiting for Ed's tongue to pick up where it left off. 

With Ed in position she draped her legs over his shoulders and drew him into her. Now with full access to everywhere he wanted to explore Ed slipped his tongue from the very edge of her tight arsehole up her opening, to her clitoris. She looked down, her face a picture of wanton desire. "Do that again," she growled.

"What, this?" Ed asked mischievously, lowering his head to her anus and flicking it with his tongue. Charlene yelped at the feel of his tongue on her puckered orifice.

"You dirty Pommy bastard. Do it again."

Ed grinned and went back to work. He licked her arsehole again, his tongue probing into her a fraction and slipped his middle finger inside her slick pussy as he did. Charlene squealed and closed her legs, trapping Ed's head against her burning loins as she rode out the wave of pleasure. Once released from the grip of her soft thighs he went back to lapping at her cunt and sucking at her hard, needy clitoris. He slipped the tip of his well lubricated finger into her tightest hole and gently manoeuvred it, making a figure-of-eight motion.

It wasn't going to take long. Charlene lent back on the worktop, one hand still pressing Ed's head against her, encouraging him. Ed's tongue worked rhythmically against her, exciting her further and further, his finger gently probing. Charlene was panting hard, telling him he was a filthy, horny motherfucker. Although she couldn't know it, between her legs, Ed was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Ed must have found the exact spot because Charlene shouted something incomprehensible and squealed a string of obscenities. His tongue worked like a clockwork toy, relentlessly slurping away. Her body started to quiver as her orgasm really began to take hold and Ed's finger worked its way a little further into her bum. He kept up the pace, licking her clitoris and gently fingering her arse, prolonging her ecstasy as long as she could bear it. Above him Charlene's head was thrown back, her hips bucking as the pleasure waves crashed through her. Suddenly, the intensity became too much. She gasped, her hand on his head, begging him to stop.

"Oh fuck... Ed... stop. I can't take it," she panted.

Still grinning, Ed slipped his finger out and gave one last cheeky suck on her delicious pussy. Charlene squealed. He appeared from between her thighs and stood up, his face awash with his saliva and her sweet nectar.

Charlene, breathing heavily, her eyes half-closed, shook her head slowly, as if in disbelief. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" she asked.

Ed's grin grew even wider. "That would be telling," he laughed. The truth was he'd been corrupted many years before by a most forward older woman called Kate but he didn't think Charlene really needed the full story just at the moment.

Her face and chest were flushed pink, a sheen of sweat coated her body despite the coolness of the kitchen. "I don't fucking care. It was fucking amazing."

Ed couldn't help himself. "All part of the service," he laughed.

Shaking her head at the predictable joke Charlene pushed him away and jumped off the worktop. She gripped his still rock-hard tool and looked him in the eye, a serious expression on her glowing face. "Well if you fuck as well as you lick I'll be recommending you to everyone," she said, walking towards the dining table, leading Ed by the cock. "Now come here," she said, grabbing his head and pulling his mouth to hers.

They kissed fiercely, Charlene not in the least bit perturbed by the presence of her own juices. As their tongues clashed and Charlene massaged Ed's throbbing cock and balls his hands roamed over her body, crudely mauling her tits, groping her bum, his own excitement growing at the thought of finally ridding his body of his horny, hungover spunk. Charlene turned them around and lent back against the table, pulling Ed closer. They fell backwards, her legs opening, welcoming him between them. Papers and unopened envelopes fell to the floor as they writhed on the wooden surface, a chair overbalanced and crashed noisily onto the wooden floor. Ed wetly kissed Charlene's neck, licking and kissing his way down to her tits. He sucked greedily on her nipples, squeezing the other breast as he did. Charlene moaned appreciatively, her fingers in his hair once more. 

As Ed rubbed the tip of his stiff cock against Charlene's slick lips, so close to finally sliding into the hot, velvety tunnel, she held his face between her palms, lifting it so they looked at one another.

"I want your cock so bad," she breathed. She looked as though she was concentrating. "Just don't come inside me, okay?"

Ed nodded andgrinned. "Don't worry," he assured her. Ed didn't care where he put his filthy, boiling goo or about the fact that he wasn't bagged up. His thoughts were now entirely governed by his need to come. If there was a man in Charlene's life then he should look after her better.

He lowered his mouth to hers and, as their lips parted and tongues met once more, he slid his thick, hard cock inside her. As he filled her tight, hot pussy, Charlene gritted her teeth. "Fuck, you're big," she gasped, her hands on his shoulders. Ed, his weight supported by his arms, smiled, paused, then began to move his hips.

"Ohhh god," Charlene cried out, her as wide as Ed's cock slid home and his pelvis met hers. He waited a moment, enjoying the initial exquisite clench of heavenly soft pussy on his hard, smooth member then, looking Charlene in the eye, began to steadily fuck her.

He held Charlene's legs open, each stroke hitting deeper inside her. Charlene yelped with each forceful thrust, her tits bouncing in unison with Ed's hips as they steadily pistoned into her. As much as he would love to make the experience a lengthy one Ed knew the rising pleasure in his groin from the feel of Charlene's hot cunt completely enveloping him and the desperate desire of his balls to empty themselves meant it was destined to be a quickie to remember.

The table creaked loudly as the vigorous copulating of the two strangers became ever more intense. Although the kitchen was filled with sound neither Ed nor Charlene spoke, their utterances not consciously formed. Charlene's were high-pitched, almost pained-sounding whilst Ed's were more akin to primal, pre-language grunts. All Ed could think about was the building pleasure in his groin and, the ever-nearer release he'd been longing for all day.

So deep were Ed's strokes that Charlene was being stimulating in a very profound way. At the base of every stroke his rough, wiry pubic hair rubbed against her exposed clitoris and the head of his cock bumped against her G-spot. Each thrust took the air from her lungs and as her orgasm grew from deep inside her Charlene gripped the sides of the table as her body convulsed and bucked as waves of ecstasy surged through her. Her yelps became louder until, finally, the sensations overwhelmed her and she grabbed at Ed's back, pulling him on top of her, his neck muffling her scream as her nails dug into his skin.

As Charlene held him tight, surfing her monster wave of bliss Ed's own climax began. He thrust a final few strokes and readied himself to pull out at the crucial moment. Charlene released him a little and he looked her in the eye. She looked as though she was on some wonderful, euphoric drug. Her eyes were glassy, her pupils dilated, filling almost all of her big brown irises. He smiled, then the moment came and he pulled away from her, reluctantly slipping his throbbing tool from her velvet glove of paradise. Holding the table for support as his knees buckled, he gripped his wet cock and shot thick white strings of his filthy seed all over Charlene's pale tummy and up onto her pert, creamy-white tits. Each spasm of his orgasm was accompanied by an animalistic grunt as all the pent-up, hungover tension was finally released.

Ed stroked out the last drops, his body bucking as the crescendo of his orgasm slipped away. Charlene gave him a look bordering on disbelief, shaking her head. "Jesus, Eddie. I've not come that hard in a long time." Her fingers ran through the sticky mess that covered a good proportion of her belly and breasts. "Looks like you haven't either," she laughed, tasting a blob of come that she found by her left nipple.

Ed was breathing hard. He was propped up by one arm on the table, still between her bronzed legs. He grinned stupidly at Charlene, proud of the mess he'd made of her feminine form. His cock twitched as it slowly softened, its goal for the day achieved. "That was pretty special," he agreed. "Fucking great, in fact."

Charlene let her head fall back to the table top and blew her fringe from her eyes. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, as if replaying the last few minutes. Her eyes suddenly shot to the clock on the wall. "Fuck," she shouted, sitting bolt upright, her legs still open, her body a sticky mess. 

Ed was slumped against the work top, slowly recovering. Her sudden shout caused him to jump. "What?" he asked, panicked.

"Get dressed, quick." Charlene's tone and volume told him she meant it. She leapt to her feet and tore several sheets of kitchen towel from the roll on a stand and began mopping herself dry. "My ex'll be here any minute with my son. Seriously," she implored Ed, "Get dressed, now."

Spurred into action by the thought of an irate ex and a curious child Ed was dressed as quickly as a fire-fighter en route to a blaze.

Ed stood at the front door as Charlene made a show of inspecting the vouchers he had given her as a well-built man opened the door of his ute to allow a child of around seven or eight out. Charlene waved to the man and boy as they began to walk up the drive.

"Well, thank you for your time and your custom," Ed said politely as he pocketed the notes and smoothed out his clipboard. 

"No problem," said Charlene. "It's a great deal. I'll recommend it to my friends, too."

"That'd be great," said Ed, trying not to grin too obviously. The man was almost at the door, holding Charlene's son by the hand. Ed nodded a hello and stood to one side as the man picked up the boy to say goodbye and hand him over to his mother. He looked back to Charlene and, as he turned to leave, caught a glimpse of something white and sticky in her hair. Charlene saw him looking and instinctively ran her hand through the area he'd looked at. "Well, thanks again, Charlene. It was nice to meet you," said Ed.




The First Knock is the Hardest



Charlene didn't respond, her son now in her arms, pleasantries being exchanged with her ex. As he walked down the drive, away from Charlene's house and towards the road where his lift would soon be, his hangover finally cured, Ed heard in the distance a child ask, "Mummy, what have you got in your hair?"