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The Neighbours

By: georgewildman



I live in a condo complex. It has its problems. Everyone knows everyone else's business. I some times think my neighbours spend more time writing formal letters of complaint to the board, of which I'm the President, than they do living their own lives. I have to investigate each complaint. The result is I know rather more about my neighbours than I really should. 

Last week I got another letter about my next door neighbours. These poor people, everytime they sneeze somebody complains. They are a young couple with two little girls, hard-working, good Christians. I'm not sure what they might have done to piss so many people off. Some times the complaints I get about them are anonymous, but six of the neighbours have complained, each at least twice.

The complaints are all over the map. They've left tools and toys on the lawn, they aren't supervising their children, they are parked illegally, and on and on. Total truth in these accusations, zero. Once they were accused of letting there dog go on other people's lawns and they don't even have a dog. Which is why I started out a little skeptical about the latest letter.

It was anonymous and said, in a nutshell, that they were both exhibitionists. Laura was accused of sunbathing nude in her backyard and standing masturbating in front bedroom, the one with the full length window. Peter and Laura had been seen having sex in that same room, at night, with the lights on, and the curtains wide open. 

I didn't believe it. I share a fence, a rather porous one with these people. I'd have noticed, I think, if she was sunbathing, nude or otherwise in her backyard. I didn't think it likely in any case, she's a very pale, freckled, blond. She'd burn to a crisp. As for the other, these people aren't just devout, their actually a little repressed. 

Today it was bright and sunny. I was, despite the magnificient weather, working at the computer in my living room. I turned around to get some papers just as Laura walked out her back door in a quite conservative one piece bathing suit. It was even a conservative colour, navy blue. 

Clearly I had been wrong about her sunbathing. Maybe I'd been wrong about the rest. I went upstairs and changed into my own, much more revealing, suit. I came downstairs and went out into my own back patio. The slats in our fence are far enough apart, some have been missing since I moved in, that I had an unobstructed view.

Laura was lying on her belly, her head facing away from me. She had a walkman on and from where I was standing I could hear faint music. I stood there admiring the view. She's a big girl with broad hips and an ample ass. From the back it was clear her suit was too small. Her legs were spread a bit and I could see the outline of her vulva pressing against the cloth. 

I pulled a lawn chair to where I could continue to watch her with out looking too conspicuous if she caught me. Before I sat down I spent some time trying to figure out which of the neighbours could see her. As far as I could tell I was the only one who could see Laura lying there. I'd brought a book and some ice tea outside with me and sat down to wait her out.

It was about five minutes later that, still lying on her back, she lowered the top of her suit. She slid it down until just the hint of her lovely moon could be seen. Her back was now, however, bare. She picked up a spray bottle from beside her and rolled akwardly to each side spraying her back. I had a nice glimpse of each breast. She had very large nipples the size of the my thumb above the knuckle. 

I don't know how long passed before her right slid underneath her. I saw her fingers penetrate her vulva under the cloth. Soon her hips were coming off the ground as she writhed in excitement. Her left hand reached behind her and grabbed the edges of her bathing suit. She turned it into a thong and then began to try to pull the thong right through her ass. She spread her legs more and then reached into the knapsack that lay beside her and pulled out a vibrator. It was about an eight inch cock.

Laura applied the head of the vibrator to her tortured crack. The fake cock forced her suit aside and began to try to penetrate her anus. In pushing the thong aside it all so freed her lovely vulva with two fingers protruding. I got up and went next door before she had a chance to orgasm. The gate was locked but it is easy to unlock from outside. 

Inside her back yard, with the gate safely shut, I walked over and knelt beside Laura. I could smell her gently baking skin and her sex. She went on grinding, oblivious to my presence. I reached out and removed her headphones. She turned her head to face me and froze.

"There have been more complaints from the neighbours," I said. "They say you're sunbathing nude and masturbating in full view."

"Oh God. You mean people can see me," Laura said. She still had a vibrator in her ass and her fingers in her cunt. I'm not stupid.

"I'm not convinced," I said. I think you sent the letter yourself. I moved around behind her, took her left hand off the vibrator, replaced it with my right. I slid it deeped into her than she been going herself. Laura groaned. 

I slid my suit down, let myself out. I started to penetrate her cunt. She tried to pull her fingers out.

"Leave them," I said. It was a very tight squeeze. I could feel her spreading. I pushed the vibrator deeper. Laura squirmed but I could now feel it pulsing through her against the head of my cock.

Laura pulled away and then hammered back against me with all the force she could generate with her hips. Against me she ground, hard, rotating her hips. Then she pulled away again. It took me a while to catch the rhythm. Then my cock and the vibrator started slamming forward into her as she thrust back. 

Laura started coming long before I was ready to join her. It hit her in waves that I could feel move down her body. I picked up my own pace to meet her.

"You can't come," she said. "Not bareback. I'm ovulating." She slid back and started grinding as hard as she could, her fingers were sliding up and down my shaft at incredible speed. I came and came, I was still spasming long after there was nothing left to come out.

"I get so tired of being good," Laura said.

"You don't ever have to be good again," I reassured her.

Like I said, living so close together has its disadvantages but then again it also has its advantages.

The Neighbours Are Friendly



I know you will probably read this and think I am some pathetic wanker making up a story but I swear that this is the truth and I am just so pleased with myself that I want to share it with your readers.

My name is John and I am 35 years old, five seven, with brown hair. I think I am not bad looking and I have a fit body as I cycle and swim a lot. Last night I had the most fantastic sexual encounter of my life. It all started with my wife leaving on Thursday for a weekend away with her mates. Yesterday (Saturday) morning I got talking to one of our neighbours, Trude (pronounced Trudy), she lives next door with her friend Anna. 

Trude is leggy with brown hair and, although she has a very slim lower half, she has quite an impressive bust. She has very fine features and is good looking in a boyish way. Anna is dark haired, swarthy and much more voluptuous. She has big boobs, a pretty face and a curvy figure and shapely legs. I said that Gill was away.

Trude made the usual, "Poor you, all on your lonesome," remarks. 

I went along with the fun and moaned that I would just have to get some beers and a couple of videos to pass the time. "Dirty ones I suppose," Trude said. "May as well. It'll be the only fun I have this weekend," I replied. "I love a good mucky movie," Trude added "I might just join you." With that she departed into her kitchen and I went on with my chores. 

Although I briefly contemplated what it might be like to fuck Trude, I really just treated the conversation as a bit of harmless banter. We have socialised with Trude and Anna several times and she is often quite bawdy in her sense of humour, so I soon put the thoughts from my mind.

That night I had a couple of beers and watched an Arnie movie. But by about ten o'clock my mind was straying to the conversation with Trude and I began to feel a little horny. I got out one of our porno movies and popped it in. When I was well into it, and had my jeans round my ankles as I pumped my prick, the doorbell rang. I quickly made myself decent and rushed to answer the door. I was quite shocked to find Trude and Anna standing there grinning and holding up two bottles of wine.

They said they couldn't stand the thought of me all alone and so they had left the pub early to keep me company. In my rush to the door I had left the video running but had just switched channels to disguise it, and as I returned from the kitchen with some glasses I was horrified to discover that the girls had been flicking channels and discovered the porno movie. They teased me about it a bit but left it on as we drank and talked. I soon got over my embarrassment and enjoyed their chat.

The girls were obviously in boisterous mood and they were telling me about the pratts who had been chatting them up in the pub. They were very derogatory about their suitors and it was fun the hear them talk like this. I asked them what they wanted in a man.

Anna answered, "That!" Pointing at the screen where a bloke was giving a blonde a good cunt licking. We all laughed but our attention was now back on the film and we watched it for several minutes in silence.

Trude was to my right on the sofa next to me and Anna was on my left sitting in the chair. 

Trude said, "I want you to give me an honest answer; were you wanking off before we came in?"

I was bright red with embarrassment but I was interested to see what might happen so I said, "Yes."

"Would you like us to leave so you can continue then?" asked Anna.

"Or why don't you continue anyway?" prompted Trude. "I'm beginning to feel bit randy myself and I might even be tempted to slip a hand down my panties and join you." Both girls giggled at this.

The atmosphere was electric and Trude and Anna were just staring at me. I really wanted to get my cock out but I just couldn't seem to move. 

Trude then leaned over close and said, "Or would you just like me to do it for you?"

"Yes." Was all I could manage to croak weakly. Trude's hands were already on my zip and I watched, mesmerised as she drew it down. My cock was already rock hard and sticking up out of my boxer shorts. 

Trude looked into my eyes and said, "Lovely." 

I gasped as she closed her cool hand around my shaft and began to stroke up and down. She was very expert and was soon into a rhythm and I was panting and moaning about how fantastic it was. I noticed that Anna was just staring dreamily at us but was breathing quite heavily. She was leaning away from me with one leg over the arm of the chair nearest me. I couldn't see from my slumped position but I guessed that she had her hand in her panties. 

The whole time she was wanking me Trude never took her gaze off my face. I am sure she likes the feeling of being dominant and I sure found it very sexy.

Suddenly Anna slid to the floor and crawled over between my knees. "Let me wank him," she demanded. 

Trude immediately released her grip and I almost came as Anna grabbed my cock. Her technique was different from Trude's. She made slower, longer strokes and I think the change in pace helped me to hold out a little longer without coming.

Trude now pulled my sweatshirt off over my head and she started to kiss round my face and neck. She worked her way down to my chest and started to lick and suck my nipples. The feelings were fantastic and I knew I was going to come. 

I announced this and Trude sat up and said, "Yes! Do it! come in her mouth." 

Anna immediately dropped her head and popped my knob into her mouth just as the first jerk spurted out a stream of spunk. Anna kept her mouth on my prick the whole time I was coming but she didn't swallow my spunk. Instead it dribbled out and down my shaft and all over her fingers. 

The two girls started to lap it up and ended up in a deep, messy French kiss as they shared my cream between their mouths.

"That was wonderful," I sighed as they broke apart.

"Good," responded Trude, "So you won't mind returning the favour."

When I said it would be my pleasure Trude got up and started to undo her jeans. As she stepped out of them she told Anna to get undressed and sit on the sofa. Soon both girls were completely naked and sat side by side on the sofa with their feet on the floor. 

"Right, lick me!" commanded Trude, opening her legs wide. I shuffled forward and went down on her. At first I gently kissed around her neat bush and then worked my way down to her slot. I pushed my tongue deep inside her for my first taste of her hot tangy juices. 

"Open me wide!" Trude groaned and so I did and went to work on her clit with my tongue.

After a few minutes of this I began to work a finger into her cunt and soon I had two fingers pumping in and out as she bucked her hips in time to my rhythm. 

"Do Anna," Trude commanded again; and as I came up from between her legs the sight that greeted me was better than any porn movie. Anna had leaned across and was sucking Trude's tit and Trude's nipples were enormous, the biggest I've ever seen. Trude had her hand between her friend's legs and was sliding her middle finger along Anna's slot while grinding her clit with her palm. 

Anna lay back and told me to hold her open and concentrate on her clit. I did as she demanded and she was soon writhing around crying out that she was almost there. Then, with a cry of, "Oh fuck," Anna came in a massive orgasm. Drawing her knees up to her boobs she rolled over onto her side and lay there moaning as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

I watched Anna for a few moments and then looked at Trude. She was lying back, eyes closed, furiously wanking her clit and tweaking her enormous nipples. I moved in to lick her again and she suddenly sat upright and snapped at me to stand up. As I did so she hugged me round my bottom and took my semi hard cock in her mouth. 

She worked it for a few moments until it was rock hard then she lay back down again and barked, "Right, fuck me!" 

Trude obviously likes her sex on her terms but I wasn't arguing and I was soon pumping in and out of her surprisingly tight snatch. She pulled me down to her nipples and I got the idea she wanted me to do what Anna had been doing. 

After a few minutes of this Trude squealed she was coming and crossed her ankles behind my back and held me in a vice like grip with my cock buried in her up to the hilt. I could feel her fanny twitching as she came and she lay there moaning gently.

As her orgasm subsided she released her grip on me and as I started to hump at her again she moaned, "No," and pushed me out of her with a wet plop. Trude lay there glazed in sweat with her eyes closed. She was still tweaking her nipples and obviously just wanted to enjoy her afterglow. I knelt watching her and began to slowly wank my cock. 

Anna, whom I thought was sleeping, then poked me with her toe. As I looked over she was sliding to the floor and she said, "Don't waste that lovely cock. You can fuck me." 

I smiled as she lay back on the floor with her knees up. I crawled between her legs and up her body until we kissed and I slid my cock into her lovely cunt. 

Anna obviously wanted a slow comfortable screw as she slowed me down to a gentle pace and we just fucked and kissed for several minutes until she said she was close. I then increased the pace a little until she let out a long rising whine and bit her lower lip as she orgasmed for the second time. Seconds later I came deep inside her and collapsed on top of her lovely soft boobs.

We must have been asleep for an hour or so. When we awoke Trude was gone and so Anna and I went up to bed. 

She sucked me off again and then gave me a salty kiss after which she said, "If you enjoyed the taste of that kiss then you'll enjoy licking my fanny." 

When I just laughed but made no move Anna pinned me down and shuffled up my body to plant her dripping pussy on my face. Then she looked down at me and said, "What I mean is: you've had yours and I want mine so lick my cunt, slave."

So I did.

Anna was gone when I woke this morning. I do not know what the reaction will be when I see them later but at least I had a lot of fun. I hope I can persuade the girls to repeat the performance and maybe think of some way to involve my wife.



The Neighbour's Daughter



This is my first story, be gentle!

*

Rose sat down on her sofa with a fresh cup of tea and switched on the new TV which she had spent the last two hours setting up and sighed to herself, "What a way to spend my Saturday afternoon! Who would have thought these things would be so difficult to set up!"

Rose put her feet up and began flicking through the newly acquired cable channels that she had had installed earlier and she quickly realised 300 channels does not guarantee quality! "What a load of garbage!" Rose thought as she sipped her tea. 

"Well at least Becky will be pleased with this."

Becky, Rose's 18 year old daughter, had been hassling her to get a new TV and cable for months. 

"There are some really cool channels, not just for me but for you too."

That was Becky's rationale, Rose knew it was nonsense but she wanted to make her daughter happy, Rose had gone out of her way to do things for her daughter after her father left when she was 14, Becky took it hard, harder than Rose herself, Rose was happy to see the back of her husband, things had not been right between the two of them for a few years, their sex life was non-existent, they would argue over the smallest things like dirty dishes, he would work late and most significantly of all the pair were no longer in love. In the four years he had been gone though Rose had never been happier. Now at 46 Rose was happy to take care of her daughter's needs, Rose felt like she needed to do the job of two parents as Becky's father had not been in touch since he left, "No good bastard, won't even talk to his daughter," Rose had often thought to herself, the only decent thing he did was leave Rose the house and paid of the mortgage.

While flicking through the seemingly endless amount of channels Rose was startled by the door-bell ringing.

"Who could this be?" the red head wondered as she dragged herself of the sofa.

Rose opened the door to Tim & Sarah her new neighbours. Rose was fond of her new neighbours they were a lovely couple both in their early forties; Tim was a tall with dark hair, he worked in real estate, which explained the couples nice new Mercedes. Sarah was blonde with a relative small build but she was in great shape for her age she taught an English class at the local college.

They had only moved in next door with their daughter Kim a few weeks ago, Rose had invited them over for coffee on several occasions and everyone had had a pleasant time. Kim and Becky had both got off to a good start as well which pleased Rose, she was happy that her daughter would have a friend so close to her own age in such close proximity, Becky was a reasonably popular girl but the majority of her friends lived far away.

"Oh hi, come in," Rose said.

"No that's ok we're not stopping long," replied Sarah politely

"We've come to ask a favour," Tim added

"Oh ok, what is it?" queried Rose.

"Well we are going on holiday tomorrow for a few weeks and we were wondering if you wouldn't mind keeping an eye on Kim for us?" Sarah offered.

"Oh sure no problem, Kim convinced you to let her stay home did she?" Rose chuckled.

"Yeah, well she's 18 now she thinks it's not cool to go on holiday with Mum & Dad anymore," Sarah retorted.

"Yeah I know what you mean, I'll check in on her," Rose replied

"Super, we've left her money for food and anything she needs so you won't have to feed her! I make it sound like she's a cat!" laughed Tim.

"Well she is more than welcome to pop round for dinner while you're gone," Rose told them.

"Oh thanks Rose we'll let her know before we go," Sarah replied smiling at Rose's generosity.

"Where are you off to then?" Rose enquired.

"Greece, I can't wait," Sarah answered trying to hide her excitement.

"Oh lucky for some, well I hope you have a great time and I'll keep my eye on Kim,"

"Thanks Rose, we'll see you when we get back oh and here's our spare key just in case." smiled Sarah.

Rose waved her neighbours good-bye and returned to her sofa and now slightly cold tea and continued to flick through the wave after wave of crappy channels, "God I miss just having four channels, Becky had better be grateful," Rose sat there for the nearly an hour flicking through the channels when Becky arrived home and immediately spotted the new TV and cable box.

"Oh Mum brilliant, I can't believe you got it!" Becky smiled as she sat down next to her Mum on the sofa grabbing the remote from her and frantically flicked through the channels. Rose couldn't help but smile as her daughter flicked excitedly through the channels, despite her own dislike for the channels Rose was happy Becky was happy. Becky was very similar to her mother physically; like her mother she had shoulder length dark red hair, piercing green eyes, pouty lips and like her mother at that age large pert 32E breasts and a slim figure; Becky had a body to envy for her age just like her mother who was in decent shape for her age, Rose had a little bit of a belly but not enough to say she was un-fit.

"So you're pleased with this then?" Rose grinned poking her daughter affectionately in the ribs.

"Yeah defo, its great Mum. So many music channels," Becky giggled.

"So many crap channels you mean," Rose teased.

"Oh shush, you'll come around eventually Mum,"

"Yeah we'll see, now seeing as I got this for you you can make dinner tonight," Rose told her daughter.

"Yeah ok I suppose that's fair enough." Becky admitted with a sigh as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of them.

The two shared a bowl of pasta whilst watching one of their new movie channels; they discussed their days and shared a few glasses of wine before retiring to their respective beds.

That night while lying in bed Rose was awoken by the sound of a car pulling up outside, the red head went to her window and looked out onto the street she could see Kim getting out of a car and walking up the garden path to her house, Rose couldn't help but notice Kim was wearing a rather provocative outfit, her skirt was short and even from her bedroom window Rose could see Kim was wearing a very low cut top displaying her rather large breasts, Rose had never seen Kim in an outfit like this before; the 18 year old often wore quite reserved clothing like big jumpers and jeans but Rose had only ever seen Kim when she was with her parents and now that they were away Rose assumed it was an opportunity for Kim to cut loose, Rose understood what 18 year old girls were like after all she used to be one.

Rose returned to her bed and tried to get to sleep but her efforts were cut short when she heard a tapping on the front door, it was faint and she dismissed it at first but it continued. Rose finally budged and wondered downstairs she turned on the light she opened the door to Kim who was a little worse for wear.

"Kim, what's wrong it's two in the morning?" Rose asked rubbing her eyes.

"I'm sorry Misses Alexander but I've lost my key to the front door of my house and my Mum said you had the spare," replied Kim looking through her long blonde hair her speech slightly slurred.

"Sure I've got it give me a sec and I'll get it." 

Rose began searching a nearby draw and pulled out the spare key that Kim's parents had given to her, she walked across her garden to her neighbour's house with their daughter and opened the front door for the 18 year old.

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you Misses Alexander, I know it's late," Kim said.

"Oh shush, it's no problem; I'd rather you woke me up than you freezing to death outside and call me Rose." Rose offered in a reassuring tone.

Kim stumbled inside and sat down on the stairs, Rose turned on the light in the front room the room was brightly lit Rose had to blink a few time to get her vision stable when she did she saw Kim sitting on the stairs looking in a state, Rose knew she could not just leave her.

"Come on Kim lets get you upstairs."

Rose took Kim by the arm and led the 18 year old up the stairs.

"Kim which one is your room?" Rose enquired.

"It's this one." Kim pointed to her room.

Rose opened the door Kim had pointed to, Rose helped Kim into her room and turned on the light, Kim's room was very pleasant the walls were painted a light creamy colour. Rose sat Kim down on her double bed; Rose noticed how nice the room smelt a combination of strawberry and lavender this was definitely a girl's room. Rose refocused on Kim who had laid back on her bed and closed her eyes.

"Kim come on sit up, you can't go to bed like this." said Rose who had come over all motherly.

Kim sat up and began lifting off her top, Rose was slightly taken aback by how large Kim's breasts were they sat rather nicely in her lacy bra, "32D easily." Rose thought to herself, Rose began taking off Kim's shoes.

"Sweetheart I just need you to stand up, let's get this skirt of you." Rose instructed.

Kim stood up and unfastened her skirt and let it slip to the ground, Rose wasn't prepared for an eyeful of Kim's panty-less crotch, "Oh my goodness! She's got no knickers on!" she thought. Rose took in Kim's blonde pubic hair and noticed the 18 year old took care of her pubic hair; she had it shaved into a cute little triangle. Rose swallowed deep and stood up in front of Kim and recomposed herself.

"Right let's get you into the bathroom and wash your face," Rose instructed taking Kim by the arm.

"Thanks for doing this Misses Alexander," Kim said rather hazily.

"No problem sweetheart, now where is the bathroom?" asked Rose trying to hold Kim up.

"The door at the end of the hall," Kim answered trying to sweep her hair from her face.

Rose helped the bottomless Kim to the bathroom, Rose ran some hot water and soaked a cloth in it and handed it to Kim who rubbed the cloth over her face washing the smeared make-up off her face, Rose sat down on the toilet which was directly opposite the sink Kim was stood at and waited for the young blonde to finish. 

While she waited Rose could not help but notice what a great body Kim had her breasts were big and round and her bottom was like a peach, Rose realised she was staring at the young girls bum and knew she should stop but she didn't, she couldn't, Rose could have swore Kim was swaying her bum at her, she could see Kim's pussy, Rose's eyes were glued to pink lips which were peaking from between Kim's legs, Rose had never looked at another woman like this before, she remembered seeing girls change at school and comparing her boobs with theirs but that was youthful curiosity wasn't it? She had admired other women when she was at the gym but this was different she was amazed by how great some of the women's bodies were but right now she wasn't comparing body parts she was ogling Kim's bum and pussy.

"I need to pee," said Kim snapping Rose out of her gaze.

"Ok sweetheart" Rose jumped up off the toilet and lifted the seat for Kim and then helped her onto it.

Rose stood and waited while Kim pee'd, the only noise was Kim's pee splashing in the bowl, when she was done Kim tore away a few sheets of toilet paper wiped her pussy and stood up. 

"Ok let's get you into bed," Rose replied trying to re-focus.

Rose helped Kim back to her room and helped the blonde into bed.

"Right are you going to be ok?" Rose enquired softly, taking a quick glance at Kim's pussy before looking back her face.

"Yes I'll be fine now thank you Misses Alexan... erm Rose,"

"No problem, I'll lock the front door and post the key back through the letterbox so you've got one." Rose informed Kim.

Rose turned off Kim's bedroom light and walked down the stairs to the front of the house she turned off the remaining lights in the house and exited the house she locked the door and put the keys through the letterbox and returned to her house. 

Rose returned to her bedroom and looked at her bedside clock it had gone 3am she had been next door for over an hour she took off her robe and climbed back into bed as she settled into bed Rose noticed that the front of her night dress was slightly damp.

Rose found this extremely confusing, staring at Kim's bum had made her wet, this had never happened before even when she was a young girl she had never felt a sexual urge towards another girl, but her mind wandered back to Kim's bum; it was so round and so smooth not a blemish on it while thinking all this Rose's pussy was getting wetter, Rose slid her hands down to the hem of her night dress and slid it up to her waist she touched her vagina she had not been this wet in years she slid her index finger along her slit it felt very sensitive she let out a slight gasp, she ran it back up her slit slowly spreading her wetness as she went, Rose parted her slippery lips and felt her soft folds, she dipped her finger into her opening she let out a soft moan she had not touched herself like this in some time.

Rose was not the most sexual woman and very rarely felt the urge to masturbate but her pussy needed to be fingered and finger it she did, she slid her finger out of her hole and rubbed her wetness into her clit, she took more of her juice and slid her hand down to her anus, she rubbed it gently into her anus, she felt short of breath, Rose then took her left hand and focused on her clit which was nice and hard all that was in her mind was the sweet image of Kim's beautiful bottom wiggling in her face and those pink lips between her legs.

Rose continued to masturbate for nearly half an hour when she lifted her bum up off the mattress as her fingers rubbed her clit frantically until she reached the sweet bliss of orgasm which ripped through her body like a tidal wave, Rose could not contain the moan that she let out, she hoped it would not wake Becky in the next room. 

Rose lay there for a few moments trying to catch her breath and basked in the glow of her orgasm, Rose climbed from her bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself up she slipped off her night dress and stood nude in front of the bathroom mirror she looked at herself, she rested her hands on her stomach and squeezed the little bit of flesh that she had there, Rose looked at the nipples on her mammoth breasts which were ready to burst, she wanted to tweak them but she didn't want to risk making anymore noise, she looked down at her crotch it was dripping wet, "It hasn't dripped like that in quite some time." She thought to herself, Rose wiped her dark red pubic bush with some tissue and then cleaned her engorged vagina lips, when she was done she slipped her night dress back on took a deep breath and returned to bed where she finally got to sleep.

When Rose awoke on Sunday morning her mind immediately went to the previous night, she had masturbated while fantasising about an 18 year old girl, Rose knew something was not right she didn't wake up with the same faith in her sexuality as she had the previous morning. Rose climbed out of bed, put on her robe and went downstairs she was in need of some coffee. She entered the kitchen and Becky her daughter was sitting at the table eating her breakfast.

"Morning Mum, how are we this morning?" Becky asked with a big grin on her face.

"I'm fine thanks darling, just need some coffee," her mother replied yawning.

"Oh why is that Mum? Up late were you?" Becky continued.

"Yes I was actually and you can wipe that silly grin off your face I gather you heard me?" Rose announced not wanting to play Becky's little game.

"Well if by 'heard you' you mean I heard you in the throws of an orgasm then yes I suppose I heard you," Becky chuckled.

"Yes Becky ok I was masturbating, you're old enough to know that I am a woman and have needs and last night seemed like the right time to take care of them," Rose responded aggressively.

"Good on you Mum, nothing wrong with a little fanny rubbing," laughed Becky.

"Becky behave yourself, I know you do it too," responded Rose lightening up a bit.

"How?!" squealed Becky.

"I wash your knickers don't forget," chuckled Rose.

"Mum!"

"Well at least it's out in the open now this is something a mother and daughter should be able to talk about," Rose responded.

"Yeah I suppose so, so was last night as mind blowing as it sounded?" Becky asked.

"It had been a while since I had one so it was pretty good yes," responded Rose.

"What was it about?" enquired Becky.

"Now that I am not willing to discuss missy." Rose wasn't prepared to talk about her Kim fantasy.

There was a knock at the front door, Rose got up from the table and answered the door standing in the door way was Kim who it has to be said looked a lot better than she did last night and she was dressed in her usual manor jumper and jeans.

"Oh hi Kim is everything alright?" asked Rose sounding nervous, she worried Kim would see through her.

"Yeah everything is fine Misses Alexander... sorry Rose, I just wanted to apologise for last night, I'm not usually in such a mess," replied Kim remorsefully.

"Oh shush like I said last night it's no problem come in." Rose stepped back from the door.

Kim entered the house and followed Rose into the kitchen.

"Hi Becky," Kim said.

"Hi Kim you ok?" Becky asked.

"Yeah I'm good just feel a bit hazy after last night," responded Kim.

"Cup of coffee Kim?" Rose offered.

"Oh no thanks Rose I'm fine," answered Kim politely.

"What happened last night then?" Becky asked.

"It was a friend of mine's 19th birthday and she had a little get together and I may have had one to many drinks," Kim answered shaking her head.

"Yeah I've had nights like that," laughed Becky.

"And to make it worse I lost my key and had to knock here at about two this morning," Kim chuckled.

"But you mum was nice enough to help me out, my mum would have gone mad if she was home but your mum was great," continued Kim.

"Like I said it was no problem," Rose responded chuckling.

"Well she is a super mum; right I'm off to do some internet shopping! See you later Kim," said Becky who got up and left the room.

"Bye Becky." Kim replied as Becky exited the room.

Rose and Kim stood in silence; Rose sipped her coffee trying not to look at Kim who leaned against the kitchen counter watching Rose.

"Rose I just wanted to make sure..."

"Don't worry I'm not going to tell your parents about last night just try to be a little more careful in future," warned Rose.

"Yeah I will be, thanks for cleaning me up as well last night that was much appreciated, I didn't mean to parade myself in front of you like I did," Kim said laughing.

"Oh don't be silly, I was happy to help," laughed Rose.

"I'm glad you're being so cool about this, I woke up this morning saw I had nothing on and then I remembered I came round here I was mortified," Kim laughed smiling at Rose.

"Like I said it was no problem." Rose responded.

Rose seemed to relax a little bit after that exchange, she found herself looking over Kim's body she couldn't see as much as she had the previous night but she could still make out the young girl's ample curves, "Stop it!" Rose couldn't understand why she kept looking over Kim's body, "Where have these feelings come from?" was all Rose could think.

"Is everything ok Rose?" Kim asked looking inquisitively at Rose sensing something was wrong with the red head.

"Yes sweetheart everything is fine." Rose responded.

Rose sipped her coffee while trying to discreetly look at Kim's body, "Oh my God, I think I fancy her!" a startled Rose thought, "She's only 18! What's wrong with me, I'm not into women am I?" Rose's eyes focused on Kim's breasts, she looked up to Kim's face and met the young blonde's eyes, Rose had been caught red handed.

Kim simply smiled, "I'd better be going."

"Oh ok sweetheart, well don't forget if you need anything don't hesitate to call round, in fact I had best give you my mobile phone number just in case you need to call me about anything," Rose said panicking knowing she had been caught.




The Neighbour's Daughter



"Thanks don't worry I will call if I need anything." Kim replied still smiling before leaving the house.

Rose let out a sigh of relief when Kim left she needed some time to arrange her thoughts, "So am I a lesbian?" She wondered, "Could I touch another woman's body?" She wondered "I suppose I could, I'm familiar with all the equipment, no I'm no lesbian" Rose's mind was frantic, "But I haven't been with a man in years, I've not felt attracted to one in years,"

"You ok mum?" Becky who had finished her shopping startled her mother

"Jesus you scared me, yeah I'm fine just thinking about some stuff, I think I need a shower," Rose said.

"Going to have another mind-blowing wank while you're at it?" teased Becky.

"Don't be so crude Becky." Rose responded.

Rose entered her bedroom looking for clean clothes to lay out she looked out her window and saw Kim in the front garden watering her mothers plants "I could quite happily touch her body" Rose thought to herself, "No no no I can't." she thought as she walked to the bathroom, Rose removed her clothes and stepped into the shower the hot water felt good against her naked body, she began cupping her large boobs and gave her nipples a little squeeze a little moan escaped her lips her right hand travelled down her wet body to her now throbbing vagina, "Oh that feels nice." she thought as she ran her fingers over her clitoris but a tap on the glass stunned Rose out of her masturbation session it was her daughter Becky, Rose and her daughter had agreed not to lock the bathroom door a few years back but Rose wished today she had remembered that and locked the door.

"Sorry mum I've got to pee," Becky told her mum apologetically.

"Well go will you." said Rose as she opened the shower door.

Becky took down her trousers and sat on the toilet and began peeing, Rose couldn't help but notice her daughter's pussy, her lips were very pink and she had a very large red bush above it just like her own and she thought about how Kim kept her's so different to Becky's.

"Sweetheart, why don't you trim that big old bush back a little?" Rose enquired.

"I don't know, I've just never bothered," Becky replied as she wiped her vagina and flushed the toilet.

"Why don't you let me trim it back for you?" Rose asked her daughter.

"Is that not a little weird?" Becky asked looking at her bush.

"No of course not I'm your mum if I can't help you with these sorts of things then who can?" answered Rose and with that she stepped out of the shower soaking wet and naked.

Rose looked through the bathroom cabinets and found a pair of scissors, razor and some shaving cream.

"Pop your knickers off, put the toilet seat down and sit down," Rose instructed as she ran the hot water from the nearby sink.

"Don't you want to get dressed mum?" Becky asked her naked mum.

"This won't take a minute and I can jump back in the shower and finish...off," Rose laughed as water dripped from her 32E beauties.

"Sorry I interrupted you mum; you looked like you were enjoying yourself,"

"I was but it doesn't matter." Rose responded.

Rose spread Becky's legs and knelt down between them and looked at her daughter's vagina it was very pretty she thought to herself aside from the big bush, "Oh come on this is your daughter, get yourself together?" Rose refocused and took the plunge she ran her fingers through her daughters pubic hair, she took some through her fingers and began snipping at it with the scissors, this took some time as Becky's bush was very dense but Rose continued to snip away.

"There that's a bit better isn't it?" Rose asked looking at the considerably thinner bush.

"Yeah much better," Becky responded looking down at her vagina.

Rose ran her hand under the hot water and rubbed her wet hand over Becky's pubis, a small part of Rose was enjoying this but she tried not to dwell on that thought.

"Oooh that's warm." gasped Becky.

Rose then began rubbing some shaving cream into her hands and then took a deep breath and rubbed it into Becky's pubic hair she smoothed it over her daughter's pubes and then commenced with shaving, Rose was gentle with her strokes as you would be in that area, Rose eased Becky's thighs open some more and placed her hand right next to Becky's opening, Rose continued to work the shaving foam as she went, Rose noticed her daughters breathing was getting heavier and then to her greater surprise she noticed her daughters vagina was becoming wet, Rose put this down to the hot water and her gentle touch, "I'd be wet if someone was shaving me, doesn't matter who" Rose thought. Rose took a few more strokes and put the razor down.

"There all done," Rose informed her daughter.

"Thanks mum, it looks good," Becky responded looking down at her newly shaved vagina.

"Jump in the shower and wash off all that hair and foam," Rose suggested standing up from in between her daughter's legs.

"Good idea," Becky responded as she stripped off her top revealing her large 32E boobs to her mother, she then stepped into the hot shower, Rose grabbed a towel and was about to exit the bathroom.

"Why don't you jump in too mum?" Becky suggested.

"No that's ok sweetheart." Rose replied whilst rapping a towel around herself.

Rose closed her bedroom door and dropped her towel to the floor letting the sunset splash over her naked body she walked to her wardrobe to find something to wear when her phone beeped, Rose strutted nude to her phone she had received a text message from Kim... "You might want to close your curtains. Kim x" was all it read, Rose looked outside her bedroom window no-one was on the street, she did notice however next doors rubbish bin had been put out, "Oh god, she saw me!" Rose was mortified, "Kim must have caught a glimpse of me while she was taking out her rubbish!" Rose sat down on her bed and put her head in her hands, "God knows who else could have seen me why was I so careless?" Rose thought to herself, "Maybe on some unconscious level I wanted to be seen? Great so I'm an exhibitionist now!" Rose threw on her robe and left her room, upon doing so Becky was coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Woo that was a nice shower, thanks for doing that for me Mum, I don't think my vagina has ever felt so smooth!" Becky exclaimed as she parted her towel and ran her hand over her newly shaven mound.

"You're welcome sweetheart, just yell the next time you need a hand."

Rose spent the rest of the night watching TV with Becky all the while fretting over Kim seeing her naked, as well as her potential lesbianism, she picked up her phone on several occasions but she had no idea what to say, "Oh sorry you saw me naked Kim, I always leave my curtains open and parade around in front of the window in my birthday suit!" was just one of the things that Rose conjured up, "Oh sod it stop worrying about it!" Rose moaned at herself.

"You alright Mum?" Becky asked.

"Yeah I'm fine darling just a bit tired," Rose answered her daughter flashing her a tired smile.

"Oh ok, honestly I can't get over how nice it feels to be shaved down there," admitted Becky.

"Good happy to hear it honey," Rose smiled at her.

"Why don't you trim yours' back a little?" Becky asked.

"I don't know when you get to my age it feels a bit more comfortable, not so draftee!" laughed Rose.

"Ok well if you ever want a hand you only have to ask ok?" Becky informed her Mum.

"Thank you sweetheart, right I'm off to bed." Rose said as she kissed her daughter on the forehead and headed for her bedroom.

Rose woke up the Monday morning feeling groggy, she had struggled to sleep she was still thinking about her public display the previous evening. She hastily showered and left for work. Rose's day was unusual, she found herself looking at the women in her office, "Gemma has nice body." she thought as Gemma sauntered past her desk, "Ooh Melanie's very sexy, oh my word what is wrong with me?" Rose tried to concentrate on her work but she had been doing her job so long now she didn't need to concentrate anymore it was all second nature to her.

"Rose have you got those invoices for me?" Gemma a five foot six brunette asked as she leaned over Rose's desk revealing her ample cleavage to Rose.

"Um yeah I do, they're here somewhere." Rose shuffled through the papers on her desk looking for the invoice all the while desperately trying not to look at Gemma's cleavage. She finally found them and shoved the papers into Gemma's hand.

"Thanks Rose, listen do you want to come for a drink with some of us after work?" asked Gemma still leaning over Rose's desk.

"Err I can't this evening Gemma, I've made plans with my daughter," Rose was lying she often felt a little intimidated by the girls in her office they were all a lot younger than her and she often heard stories about how crazy their nights out could be and truth be told with her mind the way it was she was worried what might happen.

"Oh that's a shame, maybe some other time. Thanks for these." Gemma said holding up the invoices Rose had given her and stood up and flashed a cheeky smile towards Rose.

"What was that? Was she flirting with me? Is she a lesbian? Am I?!" Rose's mind was racing she headed for the toilet and locked herself in a cubicle and pulled her skirt and knickers down and sat on the toilet. She rubbed her hand over her vagina she was wet; Gemma's cleavage had aroused her. Rose sat there on the toilet and thought about Gemma's boobs, "What lovely breasts." Rose thought, her hand had found its way between her legs she began rubbing her wet folds gently; her nipples were straining against her blouse, "No no not here not at work I need to control myself." Rose tore away some toilet paper and wiped her pussy and returned to her desk and prayed for the end of the day.

When Rose arrived home she noticed Kim was outside watering her mother's plants, Rose still felt awkward around Kim but she exchanged pleasantries and Kim invited Rose round for a cup of tea at some point. Upon entering her home Rose noticed Becky was sitting on the sofa flicking through TV stations.

"Good day at work mum?" Becky asked.

"Yeah fine just tiring, I'm going to have a shower and go to bed." sighed Rose.

Rose had a quick shower and prepared for bed she made sure the curtains were closed tonight before she dropped her towel on the floor and put on her night dress. Rose lay in bed thinking about the day she had had, "Was Gemma flirting with me?" Her concentration was broken by her phone beeping, Rose looked at her phone she had received a text from Kim it read, "Is everything alright? You seemed a bit down earlier. Kim x," Rose was touched that the young girl was concerned, Rose's decided to forget her day at work and typed a message into her phone, "Oh all is good I just had a bad day at work. Rose x," was her response. Rose waited a few minutes and her phone beeped again, "Oh that sucks, wanna talk about it? K x," Rose smiled and responded, "Sure. X," Rose waited a few more moments and jumped when her phone began to ring she took a deep breath and looked at the display, Kim's name was flashing in front of her.

"Hello," Rose answered.

"Hi," Kim replied softly.

"I don't really want to heap my problems on your young shoulders," Rose laughed.

"It's no problem, you helped me out the other night, I don't mind listening," Kim replied attentively.

"Well thank you Kim but you helped me out yesterday with that text you sent me," Rose joked.

"Oh that was no problem, I didn't think you would want half the street seeing you naked," Kim chuckled.

"Well I'm grateful it was just you that saw me... That didn't sound quite right did it?" Rose laughed to hide her embarrassment.

"I guess we are even now after the other night," joked Kim.

"Not technically, I never saw you completely naked" Rose immediately regretted saying that, "Oh god where did that come from!" Rose thought.

"Oh I'm sorry about that," Kim laughed much to Rose's relief.

"Sorry I didn't mean to say that," Rose replied laughing to hide her embarrassment.

"That's ok, don't be embarrassed Rose," Kim told her.

"I'm not it's... I'm not...," Rose said stuttering.

"I'm glad I could help you unwind Rose," Kim said sarcastically. 

"Whew oh ok let me change the subject erm... Are you up to anything exciting this evening Kim?" Rose asked.

"No just soaking in the tub," Kim answered. 

"Oh... that sounds nice I erm...," That was not the subject change Rose had hoped for.

"I love having a nice bath, there is nothing better," Kim confessed snsing Rose didn't want to stay on this topic.

"Uh yeah I like it too," Rose replied her voice shaking.

"I bet it feels nice on those big boobs of yours too," Kim said with a cheeky tone in her voice.

"Oh well Kim... I don't know what to say I wasn't expecting that," Rose stammered.

"I noticed yesterday how great your boobs are, you are in great shape for your age," Kim said in a flattering tone.

"Oh well thank you Kim you are very sweet to say," Rose replied feeling that tingle between her legs, Rose didn't like where this was going but she couldn't stop it.

"What are you doing at the moment Rose?" Kim enquired.

"Um I'm lying in bed," Rose replied.

"What are you wearing?" Kim asked in a seductive tone.

"Uh Kim I'm not sure this is an appropriate conversation," Rose stated.

"But you staring at my breasts yesterday is?" Kim replied.

"No um... I didn't say it was," Rose replied.

"So you did look at them?" Kim asked knowing full well Rose did.

"Yes... but I wasn't..." Rose was cracking up.

"So you like looking at girls boobs?" Kim teased she knew Rose was weak.

"Yes but no, I'm not a lesbian," Rose blurted.

"I never said you were Rose," Kim said matter of factly.

"Listen Kim this has gone far enough," Rose tried to be defiant.

"Chill Rose, you've been acting weird around me since Saturday night, I know you saw my pussy and I'm cool with it but you don't seem to be," Kim told her.

"I am cool with it, Kim I'm old enough to be your mum, you shouldn't be talking to me like this," Rose remained defiant.

"I like older women," Kim admitted.

"What... that has nothing to do with this," Rose gulped.

"I like you Rose,"

"Kim I'm not a Lesbian," Rose tried to sound convincing, she wasn't.

"So you just like to eye girls up and also if you weren't surely you would have slammed the phone down on me by now?" Kim said triumphantly.

"Oh Jesus," was all Rose could manage.

"Rose relax just because you've got the hots for me doesn't make you a lesbian, most women are bi these days," Kim tried to re-assure Rose.

"No but I'm not," Rose moaned.

"Rose it's not easy to come to terms with I know," Kim admitted.

"Are you?" asked Rose.

"A lesbian? Yes I am," Kim admitted.

"How long have you known that?" even though she knew this was wrong Rose was intrigued.

"I think I've always known, since I was young I always liked looking at girls instead of boys," Kim admitted to Rose.

"You don't strike me as a lesbian," Rose seemed to calm somewhat.

"Why because I don't have short-hair and tattoos?" Kim asked defensively.

"No it's just... you're not... I..." Rose was stammering again.

"Its fine Rose, I'm teasing," Kim laughed

Rose lay in bed silently for a moment and thought about the conversation that had just transpired, Rose felt between her legs she was wet, "Maybe she's right" Rose realised.

"Are you ok Rose?" Kim asked

"I'm in my nightie," Rose answered.

"What?" for the first time Kim was stunned by something Rose said.

Rose took a deep breath, "I'm in my nightie."

"Wow Rose now I'm speechless," but Kim wasn't for long, "Anything underneath?""

"Just some knickers," Rose answered quickly before she could over think things.

"Are you wet?" Kim teased.

"Yes... I am," Rose told her squeezing her thighs together.

"Why don't you take off your knickers?" Kim suggested.

"Ok," Rose replied tentatively, Rose began lifting up her nightie above her waist and sliding down her now very wet knickers.

"Are they off?" Kim asked.

"Yes they are," Rose told her.

"Your pussy must be very wet?" Kim asked.

"Oh god it is," Rose moaned.

"I like the sound of that, are you rubbing yourself?" Kim asked seductively.

"Yes," Rose told her as she ran her fingers over her wet folds.

"Good so am I, my pussy is all slippery." Kim informed Rose while rubbing herself.

"Oh Kim this is wrong you're only 18 and I'm your neighbour, your parents trusted me to look after you and..."

"Shush Rose, don't think too much about this just let yourself go, I know you want to do this," Kim pressed sensing Rose's will was weak.

"No I shouldn't be doing this," Rose told her.

"Then hang up the phone and I'll forget all about this," Kim told Rose.

Rose waited a moment, "Tell me more,"

"More what?" Kim asked.

"More about you vagina," Rose said her resistance was gone.

"Tell me about yours?" Kim asked.

"It's uh very wet and my... clit is hard," Rose answered.

"What are you thinking about?" Kim asked softly.

"You naked in the bath," Rose told her.

"I bet you would like to suck my nipples wouldn't you?" Kim teased.

"Yes," Rose told her.

"Were you staring at my bum the other night?" Kim asked.

"Yes I was," Rose admitted.

"You liked it didn't you?" Kim pressed.

"Yes," Rose could not say much else.

"Why don't you take your nightie off?" Kim suggested.

"Ok," Rose responded she then sat up and slipped her nightie off over her head leaving her now completely naked.

"So you are naked now?" Kim asked.

"Yes," Rose told her.

"Are your nipples nice and hard?" Kim asked.

"Yes very I'm squeezing my right one," Rose moaned.

"Rose that is so sexy... I hate to tell you this but I'm close to coming," Kim confessed.

"Really?" Rose said sounding slightly disappointed.

"I know and I'm sorry but there will be plenty more time, my parents are not back for a while yet," Kim said.

"Ok," Rose said.

"Oh god Rose... I'm coming and I'm... thinking of your naked... body." Kim moaned as she writhed around in the bath as her orgasm ran through her body.

"My god that is the most erotic thing I've ever heard," gasped Rose finally getting more than one word out.

Rose laid there in her bed listening to Kim gasping she could her the sound of the water in the bathtub splashing around; Rose continued to rub her vagina she knew she was not far from orgasm, she knew this was wrong but she didn't care anymore.

"Wow that was amazing, listen Rose my bath water is getting cold I'm going to get out and go to bed," Kim informed Rose, "I know you are probably not far but I'll leave you to it. I get the feeling I will have an opportunity to see you come in the flesh." Kim said.

"Good night Kim," Rose was all Rose could say.

"Good night Rose." Kim hung up her phone.

Rose placed her phone on her bed side table and continued to masturbate, her pussy was very sensitive she was so close; her mind was filled with visions of Kim naked in the bath bringing herself to orgasm, Rose slipped her finger into her vagina and she gasped loudly she was aware her daughter could probably hear her but she did not care all that mattered was Kim and with that in mind Rose exploded she squeezed her legs together she could feel her juices on the inside of her thighs, she exhaled and relaxed her body, Rose kicked the bed sheets off of herself to feel the cool air of her room on her naked body and drifted of to sleep.

Rose opened her eyes the following morning she felt groggy like normal but her mind immediately went to the events of last night and her erotic conversation with Kim, "Wow I can't believe I went through with that," she thought to herself, "How am I going to look her in the eye? She is a lovely girl but she is so young, that was irresponsible" Rose thought to herself as she prepared for work. 




The Neighbour's Daughter



While at work Rose's attention was again drawn to the girls in the office and in particular Gemma a part of Rose wanted Gemma to lean over her desk again so she could look down her blouse, "Jesus I'm turning into a lesbian aren't I?" she thought. Sadly for Rose Gemma didn't stop by her desk today but she did flash a few smiles at Rose.

Rose arrived home to an empty house Becky had left a note saying she would be late home; Rose took a nice long bath the warm water soothed her aching muscles and helped her un-wind. After her bath Rose went down to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee she picked up her phone of the counter, Kim had sent her a message, "Fancy a cup of tea? K x x" it read, "I've got to speak with her try and sort things out." Rose thought.

Rose made her way to her neighbour's house where Kim greeted her.

"Hey, come on in," was Kim's warm greeting.

"Thanks." Rose replied.

Rose sat down on the sofa in the living room whilst Kim disappeared to make the tea; Rose already felt better being in this environment, there was something relaxing about it, Kim re-entered holding two cups.

"There we go a nice cup of tea," said Kim.

"Thank you so much that's lovely." replied Rose.

"So how are you today?" asked Kim.

"Oh I'm fine, just a little tired from work," responded Rose.

"Look Rose I don't want to beat around the bush, are you ok after last night?" Kim asked.

"Oh I'm fine there is no problem there, I was a little nervous about seeing you but I'm feeling better now," Rose replied.

"Oh good, I know it must have been difficult for you," said Kim.

"Well I think you were right about me, the last few days have been weird for me," Rose started, "Your bum in my face the other night was just the start, since then I've shaved Becky's vagina, ogled all the girls in my office and if I weren't interested in you I would have hung up on you and I didn't,"

"Like I said last night you're probably not a lesbian just bi," replied Kim placing her hand on Rose's leg.

"Maybe you're right," Rose smiled at the young girl; they both physically appeared to relax after that exchange.

"You shaved Becky's pussy?" laughed Kim.

"Yes I did," said Rose looking at the blonde.

"That's amazing, Becky's really cute shame she is your daughter!" Kim laughed.

"Well she's off limits for you," Rose warned.

"That's fine I like her mum too much," Kim winked.

Rose stood up and took her cup to the sink as she turned around Kim was right in front of her, Rose was slightly stunned, Kim backed Rose against the sink and put her hands either side of the red head, Rose knew what was coming and she didn't want to stop it, Kim leaned in and kissed Rose on the lips. The kiss was gentle at first, slightly tentative but sensual none the less, this was the first time Rose had kissed the same sex so she was understandably nervous and Kim could sense this. 

Kim pulled back slightly and looked Rose in the eye, Kim could see desire in Rose's eyes as well as the nerves, Kim leaned in and kissed her again this time with more passion, this was a lover's kiss, Kim placed both her hands on Rose's back, Rose felt bolder she took her hands and placed them on Kim's hips, Rose's head was swimming she was kissing a girl 28 years her junior, "This is incredible, her lips are so soft...oh there's her tongue." Rose thought to herself as Kim's tongue wormed it's way into Rose's mouth who was growing in confidence and sent her tongue to meet Kim's, she found it and they danced together, Kim washed her tongue over the top of Rose's before Rose wrestled Kim's tongue underneath her own, Rose made a soft moan into Kim's mouth the two were in heaven, Rose felt bold she took her hands from Kim's hips and slid them to her bum the same bum that was wiggled in front of her three nights ago.

Kim's eyes opened as Rose gently squeezed her bum she went up on her tiptoes a bit before lowering herself back to Rose's hands, Kim too felt bold she took her right hand and gently cupped one of Rose's big breasts, it was Rose's turn to be shocked but the sensation was wonderful she could feel her nipples hardening and her vagina moistening, Kim broke the kiss and brushed Rose's hair behind her shoulder, Kim planted a gentle kiss on Rose's neck, Rose moaned softly as Kim left her saliva on Rose's neck as she moved up her neck to her ear lobe which the blonde gently licked and nibbled, Rose had not been treated this sensually since she first met her ex-husband and even that was nothing compared to Kim's sensual kisses. 

"Let's sit on the sofa." suggested Kim whispering in-between nibbles on Rose's ear lobe.

Kim led Rose to the sofa. They both sat down and resumed kissing, Rose lay back against the cushions and Kim leaned against her, Rose's hands continued to squeeze Kim's bottom while Kim resumed fondling Rose's boobs. Rose buried her face in Kim's neck and proceeded to run her tongue along the young blonde's neck up to Kim's ear which she nibbled on, Kim's breathing was laboured, Rose was delighted with the effect she was having on Kim, for her first time fooling around with a girl Rose felt she was doing rather well, Rose moved back to Kim's mouth, the red-head gently sucked Kim's bottom lip and ran her tongue along Kim's top lip, the two both writhed on the sofa their breathing becoming heavier and heavier, Rose slid her hands inside Kim's jeans and felt the waistband of her panties before squeezing the young blonde's bum cheeks, "Amazing, I love these cheeks!" thought Rose squeezing the soft flesh. Kim sat up and Rose slipped her hands out of her jeans, Kim began unbuttoning Rose's blouse.

"I need to see them." Kim whispered undoing the buttons as quick as she could.

Kim undid the final button and pushed Rose's blouse aside, Kim looked at Rose boobs as they sat heavily in her white lacy bra before leaning in and planting kisses on Rose's chest all the while cupping Rose's large 32E breasts, Rose placed her hands on the back of Kim's head pushing it further into her chest. Kim ran her tongue in between Rose's cleavage and up to her neck, Kim had teased Rose enough she grabbed Rose's bra by the shoulder straps and pulled it down, Rose's huge boobs spilled out of the bra. 

"Oh they are amazing." confessed Kim who looked at them stunned by their beauty.

Kim gently cupped both Rose's boobs she worked her way to her hard nipples and gently tweaked them, Rose moaned she was in heaven, Kim ran her thumbs gently over Rose's nipples and watched Rose's face the 46-year old looked into Kim's eyes, Rose could see a sparkle in the young blonde's eyes she was enjoying this as much as Rose, Kim leaned in and kissed Rose again before slowly lowering herself and taking Rose's left nipple into her mouth and began licking it, Kim licked and sucked the hard nub slowly at first wanting to tease Rose some more, Rose groaned in ecstasy she had not had her breasts sucked in years and she was sure it was never this good! Kim switched to the right nipple and gave it the same treatment both of Rose's nipples were glistening with saliva, Kim looked at Rose's nipples and smiled at the shiny nubs before she locked her mouth back on the right one, this time Kim was more aggressive she lashed it with her tongue in between gentle bites which made Rose gasp.

"Oh Kim that feels incredible!" moaned Rose.

Kim sat up and looked at Rose who was breathing heavily.

"I hope you don't mind but I'm not ready to go all the way with you tonight," admitted Kim.

Rose sat up and stroked the blonde's hair.

"Of course I don't mind, I don't think I am either to be honest this is all so new to me. Is there anything you want me to do for you? Rose asked, running her hand along Kim's soft cheek.

"Actually I would really love a massage if you don't mind?" asked Kim.

"Of course not I'd love to, where?" replied Rose looking around the room for a suitable position.

"On the long sofa, I'll lie on it and you can kneel down by the side." suggested Kim pointing at the sofa across the room.

Kim got up of the sofa and moved over to the other one she took the cushions of the back so she would have more room, Rose pulled her bra cup over her boobs and began doing up her blouse before Kim stopped her.

"No take it off, I want you to be naked while you are doing this," commanded Kim.

"Ok." Rose replied as she slipped off her blouse and unclasped her bra and threw it to the floor letting her tits hang free, she then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, Kim sat on the long sofa and watched Rose undress, Rose was now down to her white lacy knickers which after the attention she had received from Kim were very wet, Rose.

"Beautiful." was all Kim said.

Kim proceeded to slip her top off over her head and slipped her jeans off, now just in her underwear Kim turned her back on Rose and then began sliding her knickers down to her ankles which she stepped out of, Rose was once again staring at Kim's perfect bottom, Kim then reached up behind herself and unclasped her bra, "This is it," thought Rose, "I'm going to see her boobs!" Kim dropped her bra to the floor but to Rose's disappointment Kim did not turn around, she lowered herself face first to the sofa while concealing her boobs.

"I'm ready." said Kim smiling knowing full well she had denied Rose what she wanted.

Rose walked over to Kim and knelt down beside her, she looked over the blonde's perfect body from her shoulders down to her feet.

"Beautiful," was all Rose could manage.

"There is some lotion in the bathroom; it's on the side counter when you walk in the door." instructed Kim.

Rose was obedient she ran up to the bathroom and fetched the lotion which was right where Kim had told her, Rose caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, she looked at her naked body holding the lotion and contemplated what she was going to do, she smiled turned out the light and went back downstairs to Kim who was still lying on the sofa.

"Here we go, where do you want this?" asked Rose.

"All over." was Kim's blunt reply.

Rose opened the bottle and began pouring it over Kim's supple body, she poured down the middle of Kim's back and then stopped at her bum Rose missed her bum out and did both her legs. Rose gently worked the lotion into Kim's back and shoulders, Kim had her eyes closed but she let out groans of approval, Rose stood over Kim and her boobs dangled over Kim's back, Rose pushed her tits against Kim's back, Kim giggled she knew what Rose was doing, Rose took her boobs off her back and looked at them they had lotion on them.

"Don't rub it in." Kim groaned.

Rose did as she was told and got to work on Kim's legs the young blonde's legs were so smooth, Rose worked all the lotion into her legs and sat back.

"You missed a spot." Kim said gesturing to her bum.

While gesturing Rose caught a side view of Kim's breast it was magnificent she did not see her nipple but she saw enough to get excited about.

Rose took the lotion and squirted it directly on Kim's bum, Rose wasted no time grabbing onto Kim's cheeks, Rose almost fainted they were so soft it was like nothing she had ever felt before, she wobbled them with her palms, Rose felt bold again she gradually worked her hands to the crack of Kim's bum she gently massaged into the crease, Kim did not clench Rose took this as a sign, she proceeded to rub her fingers along the crease of Kim's bum until she came to her anus which she gently stroked, Kim shuddered, Rose could smell Kim's sex she knew Kim was very wet but she wanted to respect Kim's earlier request she removed her hands from the crease.

"There all done," declared Rose.

"Wow that was heavenly, can you grab me a towel," asked Kim.

Rose returned to the toilet and grabbed Kim a towel she returned to Kim and gave it to her, Kim once again was careful not to reveal her tits to Rose, which again disappointed Rose, Kim sat up and Rose still naked sat down next to her.

"Why won't you show me you boobs?" asked Rose.

"Because I want to tease you a little," answered Kim who leaned in and kissed Rose.

"Fair enough I can wait," replied Rose.

"Good." said Kim.

Kim raised her hands to Rose's breasts and began massaging the oil into them, Rose moaned with pleasure as Kim's gifted fingers caressed her boobs. Rose leaned in and kissed Kim.

"I'd better be going, I've got to go to work in the morning," admitted a disappointed Rose.

"Ok will I see you tomorrow?" asked Kim.

"I'm at work quite late tomorrow so maybe not but if I can I will," said Rose as she leaned in again and kissed Kim.

"Well I'll be thinking of you, if you know what I mean." giggled Kim.

Rose began picking up her clothes and started to dress when Kim grabbed her phone.

"Wait, before you get dressed can I take a photo?" asked Kim.

"Oh I don't know Kim, what if someone sees it?" answered Rose.

"They won't I'll hide in a special folder, please I'll need it if I don't see you tomorrow," pleaded Kim.

"Ok, just don't let anyone see this." warned Rose.

Kim snapped a picture of Rose standing there.

"Thanks." answered Kim.

"Let me see that." asked Rose.

Kim handed her the phone, Rose turned her nose up.

"That's no good, here this will be good." said Rose.

Rose sat back down on the sofa and spread her legs and lifted them and snapped a picture.

"There a little fanny shot for you." Rose laughed looking at the photo she snapped.

Kim laughed and looked at the picture while Rose got dressed, once dressed Rose said bye to Kim not before a good night kiss and returned to her home, she entered the house and the lights were out, "Becky must be in bed." she thought. Rose entered her room and climbed into bed, "What a day," Rose thought, the night before she had been fighting her recent urges for women and tonight she had embraced them before drifting of to sleep.

While sitting at work the next day Rose's mind turned to last night, "Wow, I can't believe we did that," Rose thought smiling to herself, "She is an incredible girl but that's the problem she is just a girl." she pondered, "To hell with it, I deserve a little fun, I never do anything for myself!" Rose told herself defiantly, Rose's phone beeped, "Talk of the devil!" thought Rose the message was from Kim, "Oh my!" Rose was taken a back it was a photo of Kim's bum as bear as it was last night and underneath it read, "To get you through the day. K x" Looking at this photo made Rose's vagina tingle she wanted to squeeze those sweet cheeks again, "Calm down there will plenty more time for that." she told herself. 

Rose worked late for the next two days so she had no opportunity to see Kim but they would text each other regularly. On the second day Rose's attention was caught by Gemma who was also working late, Rose would notice her bending over a cabinet or leaning over a desk. Rose's feelings toward Gemma were growing, "What about Kim? That's never going to be a serious thing is it? Listen to me trying to decide over two women!" The next time Gemma looked at her Rose smiled back at the brunette who gave Rose a large smile and a wink, Rose crossed her legs, she knew something was happening here but it was quitting time and she thought the two of them could renew there little tango tomorrow.

Rose pulled into her drive and immediately headed for Kim's and knocked on the front door, Rose stood there for a few moments before she saw Kim appear behind the opaque glass, Kim opened the door to Rose only in a silk purple robe.

"Hi there, come in," Kim said smiling at Rose.

"Sorry to just come over like this, I've caught you at a bad time," Rose replied.

"No it's no problem I was going to have a bath, come on." Kim gestured for Rose to follow her.

Rose smiled and followed the blonde up the stairs, Rose found it incredible that no matter what was going on in her life if she were with Kim she can forget all her troubles. The two entered the bathroom, Rose noticed Kim had just run a steaming hot bubble bath; Kim put her arms around Rose and smiled at her.

"How has your day been?" Kim asked.

"Oh fine thank you, it's just got a whole lot better though." answered Rose.

Kim leaned in and kissed Rose gently on the lips, it was soft at first until Kim slipped her tongue into Rose's mouth, Rose slid her tongue to meet Kim's and the two mashed together both began to groan as they embraced, Kim slid her hands down Rose's back and squeezed her bum, Rose groaned louder as Kim massaged her bottom, Rose began to untie Kim's robe she felt no resistance and Kim's robe slipped open, Rose slipped her hands inside the robe and slid them slowly down Kim's back, Rose loved how soft Kim's skin felt it was like silk, no bumps or spots, "this must be what perfection feels like," thought Rose as she slid her hand down to Kim's naked bum and cupped it.

Kim moaned into Rose's mouth, Rose continued to caress Kim's sweet derriere feeling bolder she pulled the 18 year-olds cheeks apart, Kim continued to groan in appreciation of Rose's treatment, her groans turned to squeals as Rose slipped her finger into Kim's crack and gently rubbed her anus, Rose slid her other hand around to Kim's front and rubbed her fingers over Kim's stomach before running it down to Kim's thighs, she was careful to avoid Kim's pussy, the red head wanted to tease the young blonde, Rose could sense Kim was desperate for her to touch her pussy, Rose didn't keep her waiting long, Rose ran her hand over Kim's pubic hair before she felt Kim's vagina for the first time, it felt so soft and smooth and most of all very wet, Rose was delighted she was having such an effect on the young girl, she broke their kiss for a moment to look at Kim's face the young blonde's eyes were closed her breathing was heavy.

Rose removed her hands from Kim's bum and vagina and held either side of Kim's robe, "Finally I get to see her naked body, in all it's glory." she thought as she pulled Kim's robe from her shoulders revealing Kim's naked body to her, "Oh my god" Rose thought as she gazed at Kim's boobs she was stunned, they were fantastic, perfectly round and pert, her nipples were pink with big areolas, "They are perfect" she thought, Rose reached out for them everything seemed to go into slow motion for Rose as she cupped the beauties in her hands, they were incredible, the skin just like her back was silky smooth, they felt great in Rose's hands, she gently squeezed the soft flesh of Kim's tits, Rose rubbed Kim's rock hard nipples in between her thumb and forefinger, Kim giggled.

"That tiggles," laughed Kim.

"I finally get to see them." Rose said smiling at Kim.

"All you hoped they would be?" asked Kim.

"Oh my yes and more, they are perfect," replied Rose.

"Suck them." demanded Kim.

Rose did not speak a word she simply smiled and cupped Kim's right boob in her hand leant down and took the hard nipple in her mouth, Rose swirled her tongue on it immediately, she flicked it, sucked it and nibbled it, Kim moaned as she ran her left hand through Rose's red hair, her right gently massaged her clit. Rose released the right nipple and looked at it, it glistened with her saliva, she ran her tongue from the bottom of her boob up to her neck where Rose gently nibbled at it before sliding her tongue all the way back down her left boob and settling on the nipple which she began nibbling, Kim giggled as Rose nibbled away before she gently licked the hard nub.

Rose released the nipple from her mouth and looked Kim in the eye her pupils were dilated, Rose eased Kim back against the bath and sat her down on the edge, Rose unbuttoned her blouse and threw it to the tilled bathroom floor, she then did the same with her skirt, Kim could clearly see a massive wet patch on Rose's knickers.

"Yum, I can see how wet you are." moaned Kim.





The Neighbour's Gardener



This is another old story. It is one of three tales describing a home invasion which leads to non-consensual sex, with this being the mildest of the trio. 



I was born and raised in the south of England and until I was 29 still lived at home in my parent's house. At that point, eight years ago, the firm that I worked for relocated its offices to the north to cut costs and I moved with them, fixing myself up in a small flat. Almost immediately I met Ann, had a whirlwind romance and we got married just within the year. Both of her parents had sadly died within a short period leaving her with a rather nice house together with a small private income, so we lived there together. My salary had increased with the move allowing me to support her so she gave up her own full time employment and expanded a part-time profitable side-line instead. This was running lingerie parties in customers homes, at which she sold exotic underwear together with an extensive range of sex toys – some months her commission was in excess of my own earnings.

My wife was almost five years younger than me and when I say that she models the underwear at the parties herself and would not look out of place in any pin-up magazine, you will get a good idea what she looked like. I am of average height, reasonably good looking but by no means a sporty type. The only blot on a seemingly idyllic situation was Ann's undefined previous experience with other men. One night in bed soon after I had proposed she suddenly said, "I think you ought to know that I am not a virgin."

I had laughed and replied, "I know you're not a virgin, I've been to bed with you dozens of times."

Then she said slowly, "What I mean is that I am nowhere near to being a virgin. I have not been a virgin for a very long time."

I knew that she was trying to tell me that she had been with a large number of men. The knowledge did upset me but on the other hand, a woman who looked as good as she did could not get to be 24 without facing one hell of a lot of temptation. I had over the years been with a reasonable number of girls and women but I reckon most men my age had screwed a damn sight more - my handicap had been living at home, not having a car and pitifully small wages at one point in my career. So there was a big discrepancy in experience, but the past was the past and we could look forward to a fulfilling future ahead of us.

It was the day before my birthday and she had promised to buy me a completely new outfit of clothes out of her earnings. A bonus was that a new batch of underwear had arrived that morning and Anne said she would model them all for me as an extra birthday treat. I had taken this Friday off work to make the purchases and she was going to accompany me round the various shops. In the event it was a blazing hot day, Ann said she would feel like a spare part in all the men's shops that I planned to visit and would I mind if she spent the afternoon in the small park by the river. I met her there loaded down with parcels, we shared them out and made our way to the car. On the way home I said, "I'm feeling rather horny – do I really have to wait until tomorrow to get my big treat?"

Ann licked her lips lasciviously at me and smiled. "I'm only going to model the new kinky knickers for you tomorrow but I may be able to give you a taster tonight if you are so desperate." 

Fortified with that promise I drove happily home and sailed with a flourish straight into the garage attached to the house. Ann jumped out saying that she would put the kettle on and went through the door that led into the kitchen. She knew that I might be delayed closing the up and over door which had become temperamental over the past couple of weeks. Today it worked fairly readily so that I was little more than a couple of minutes behind as I followed my wife into the house.

She was not in the kitchen so I waked on towards the living room, noticing in passing that the kettle had not been plugged in. Only one step through the door I stopped in total shock because standing facing me was a man. All I knew was that he should not be there and that he looked vaguely familiar. He had Ann in front of him, holding her tightly against his body. One arm was round her front with the hand cupping her breast and his other hand was near her throat gripping a small sharp kitchen knife. 

"Don't try anything silly and no-one will get hurt," he said.

"Do what he says," Ann rather unnecessarily backed up his warning.

"What do you want? I've got cash, Take my credit cards. Take my car," I said fumbling for my keys.

"I don't want any of that. I'm just going to fuck your wife," he told me, reinforcing the message by squeezing her tit with his hand.

"Don't do anything Phillip. It doesn't matter," Ann pleaded to me.

There was nothing that I could do with that knife posing an immediate threat to my wife's life. Seeing that I intended no precipitate action, the assailant slowly lowered his arm until it hung loosely by his side but still clutching the weapon. That was safer but it still allowed me no leeway for action. I still dare not move but the rage of having an intruder in the house molesting my wife still needed an outlet. "You cowardly fucker," I cried. "Anybody can be brave with a knife in their hand."

He nodded as if agreeing with me and almost casually flicked the knife to the side allowing it to spin away and fall harmlessly onto the carpet. Psychology seemed to be working so I said calmly, "Now let my wife go. She is liable to get hurt if she is standing between us."

Again it worked for her released the enclosing arm and the hand which had held the knife pulled her away to the side as if she was no longer a part of the equation. 

Now we stood face to face and the reason for his familiar look became suddenly clear – he had been working in the garden of the old couple next door all week. The man appeared to be about 25 years old. He had a shock of light coloured hair, was about my height but looked muscular, fit and tanned. I reckoned that he had about 20lbs on me and perhaps a dozen years. He also looked very confident. I crouched slightly but at the same moment Ann also crouched. In the fraction of a second that I paused wondering what she intended, she had dipped, snatched the knife from the floor and was lunging with the point directed unerringly towards his body.

How he knew I will never know. The intruder's hand flashed down like a snake, grasped her wrist and held it rigid while the knife was still more than a foot away from its target. With his attention distracted and the knife in my wife's hand, this was still my chance. I came up on my toes ready to spring. He looked at me and smiled. Then, extending his open hand palm up he made a beckoning gesture with his fingers and his eyes had that 'Do you feel lucky?' expression in them. I did not feel lucky at all. I hesitated for an instant and that was too long. Time seemed to go into slow motion and it seemed that we stood in frozen tableau for what seemed an eternity. Then, recognising inevitability, I sank back onto my heels and, seeing surrender in me, Ann released the knife.

Still standing poised like a cat, the man spoke to me. "I can cuff you to the radiator with garden ties and take her upstairs or I can do the business down here. Your choice?"

"Upstairs," Ann said quietly but he ignored her and kept looking at me.

"Here," I heard myself say. I think that a perverse part of my nature needed to witness if she responded to him or maybe it was only the belief that the power of imagination is worse than reality.

Our captor did not move. "That leaves another decision. If we do it here, I no longer think it necessary to cuff you at all. The thing is can I trust you not to interfere. Do you want the cuffs or not?"

This was subtle and a worse choice than the previous one. If I sat at freedom and made no attempt to save my wife from her fate, would I ever forgive myself? On the other hand – if I was wrong in my belief that he intended us no physical harm, would it not be better to retain the potential to sacrifice my life for hers. "No cuffs," I managed to mumble.

"Right squire, you look like an honourable man so I am going to take a chance on you. I hope you won't mind if I insist on a couple of small precautions like you sitting on the floor instead of a chair, I am sure you will be able to see what is going on from there. I know it is a bit undignified but it's harder to leap up from the floor if you get a sudden rush of blood to the head. Sit on a cushion if you like – it will be more comfortable and there is no reason that you should suffer for my pleasure."

Ignoring the cushion, I squatted down preparing to sit on the floor but he ordered, "Drop your trousers first and shorts if you wear them. Don't remove entirely, just leave them tangled round your ankles." Then, turning his head slightly towards Ann he said, "Fix your husband up with a cushion doll, we might as well give him a grand stand seat."

Ann picked up the largest cushion and walked over to drop in on the floor behind me but passing, on the way back to her previous position, she reached out and gave my arm a quick squeeze of reassurance. Then, with his back towards her the intruder said casually, "While you are on the move, why don't you take that silly little knife back in the kitchen where it belongs. It might just provide too much of a temptation if left lying about on the floor."

My pants were only half lowered and I tensed ready to leap into the fray as my wife retrieved the knife and walked behind his unprotected back. To my dismay, she walked straight past him and disappeared into the kitchen. This disappointment was short lived because I realised that a different opportunity had presented itself. Ann had only to slip out through the garage and she could get to our neighbours house. From there she could ring for the police and they should be able to arrest this nutcase before he had chance to carry out his foul intention. It was up to me to distract his attention so that he would not notice her prolonged absence for as long as possible. I sat but in such way that my bent legs where clutched up against my chest. "I know that you are probably a bit shy old man but I would prefer it if you had your legs straight out in front of you," he said.

Slowly I extended my feet until my legs formed a triangle with the floor but he indicated that he was not satisfied. In two more easy stages, I progressed to the position that he wanted with my legs more or less flat to the floor. From pure shame, my penis seemed to have retracted almost completely within my body. Mentally I was calculating how far Ann would have reached and reckoned that she must by now be knocking on the neighbours door – if they were not in, she could go on to the next or even just keep on running out of the clutches of the intended rapist. "Why are you doing this," I asked.

"That's obvious; your wife is a bloody attractive woman."

"But you are not a bad looking bloke. I can imagine a lot of women going with you willingly so why do you have to get what you want by force."

"I can get plenty of birds but it's your wife that I want. I have been watching her all week and she has got under my skin. This is my last chance. I'm off to the other end of the country tonight so this was the only way to do it."

"You won't get away with it. The police are sure to get you so why risk it," I argued, encouraged that he had not noticed how long she was in the kitchen."

"Statistically, a very small percentage of women ever report it when they get raped." The bastard seemed completely at ease.

"We are not a statistic," I shot back. "If Ann does not report you I will – and she most certainly will."

"If she does, she does." 

"There might not be anything for her to report," I said, allowing a note of triumph to creep into my voice but the next moment it choked in my throat as Ann emerged from the kitchen.

"I gave the knife a quick wash," she explained. Silently I cursed her stupidity. Not only had she ignored a perfect chance to escape but had washed his fingerprints off the knife into the bargain.

"No hurry but I am ready for you now," he told her.

"Where do you want me," Ann asked as if she was just going to pose for a fucking photograph.

He indicated the floor in front him. My wife did not move, instead she pulled out a fold of her dress and looked at him enquiringly, asking if he wanted her to undress.

"I will need your knickers off but apart from that just open the top of your dress so that I can get a look at those gorgeous tits," he said, making it sound as if he wished to inconvenience her as little as possible. 

Ann undid the buttons down the front and then actually pulled the two halves of the dress slightly apart. Leaning forward, she hiked up her dress and started to ease the pants down her long legs - they were very pretty sexy ones from the latest collection and I knew that she had put them on for my benefit. He whistled when he saw them and turned round to me with a grin on his face then gave a big wink, for all the world as if I was one of his drinking buddies. Not seeing any humour in the situation, I deadpanned him back.

She lay down on her back with legs raised at the knee and slightly apart. Her feet were in my general direction but she was lying at a diagonal to me. Under her upraised legs, I could see her buttocks compressed by the floor and also her vagina but not clearly. I was so busy looking at my wife's private parts, I had not noticed him undoing his belt but now his trousers fell allowing his prick to spring up, very ready to do the job. I was strangely relieved to see that it was not much longer than mine but possibly a bit thicker.

He knelt between her legs and she opened them wider to allow him access. For a long moment I had a clear view of her cunt, waiting, exposed, defenceless. The head of his cock advanced and then paused, lightly touching the lips of her twat. I am not sure but I think I saw I saw her sex react to the male organ about to enter. My breath solidified in my throat for this was the first penis to go in there since the first day that I met her. Slowly and deliberately he slid himself into her. It seemed that my outflow of breath was in unison with his - and possible hers.

He started a slow relaxed rhythm. In out, in out. On the outstroke, I could see that his cock bore a sheen of vaginal juices picked up inside. I was trembling. It is wrong to describe my feelings as pain, it was more an absolute numbness. I have never craved a cigarette as much as I did at that moment. Fumbling, I managed to extract my cigarette packet and lighter from my trouser pocket. There were only two left but I managed to get one into my mouth and light it with my eyes never leaving the scene in front of me. My mouth was very parched and the smoke tasted bitter and acrid as I sucked it into my lungs. I drew some strange consolation from the fact that my wife's arms just lay loosely by her sides but even that was denied me as one arm raised up allowed her hand to rest lightly on his back.

He was going faster now. Anne's other hand joined the first giving the impression that she was embracing him as he screwed her. I was meant to love my wife deeply so why would I far rather that she was feeling dirty, despoiled and hating it than, at the best not caring and the worst actually enjoying what was happening to her.

He began really pounding into her and I had to believe that the movement of her body was being generated by the force of his thrusts. As I watched my own legs had drawn up automatically from the stipulated position and I suddenly realised how easily it would be to launch forward and fling myself upon him for his concentration was totally centred on the body he was ravishing. Perhaps someone someday will explain the psychology for I suddenly felt that now; there was absolutely no point in trying to intervene.

He speeded up and then I suffered new distress at realising that his cum was pumping up inside my wife. I had known that this would happen from the moment that he entered her - so why did I feel surprised at the hurt and bitterly regret my decision not to interrupt. He pulled out and stood up in one movement. I got a brief flash of white semen oozing between the labia lips before Ann lowered her legs. She sat up and demurely pulled her dress back down. He refastened his trousers then said to her, "That was very nice. I expect you will want a bit of privacy now - if you are going in the kitchen, a cup of tea would be nice when you come back."

When she had gone into the kitchen, my wife's violator looked over at me and then glanced round the room. Finding an ashtray, he picked it up and brought it to place by my side. "Can't have you messing up the happy home," he said.

Incongruously I found myself saying "Thanks," and wondered at how I was abetting his civilised charade.

"You are a very lucky man," he said to me.

"How the fuck can you say that I'm lucky after you have just done that to my wife?" I spat back.

"I have not done her any harm. She is a very beautiful sexy woman and you have got her every night for a lifetime. I have got to make the most of now, that's why you are lucky. Surely you can see that?"

"I was a damned sight more lucky before you came along."

"Be a bit generous. There is more than enough to go round. If you can get rid of preconceived notions and are honest with yourself there is not really any reason why there should even be ill feeling between us."

I could not believe it – the bastard was actually trying to make friends with me. Didn't he realise that given the chance, I would like to see him first castrated then hung drawn and quartered. "You're deluding yourself. When we arrived home, you were quite prepared to kill us both but now you are trying to pretend that you are just a regular guy and not as depraved pervert."

"I am a pretty regular guy and there is nothing perverted about wanting to shag a good looking woman. When you turned up, that was all bluff. From your work pattern I thought you were safely at work. I expected your wife to be alone and from seeing the way she kept looking my way during the week, I had convinced myself that she would not be unhappy to see me. I was in the kitchen when she suddenly appeared. I jumped forward and put my hand over her mouth to stop her screaming before I could tell her who I was but then I heard a noise from the garage and in a panic I grabbed the knife not knowing who was behind me. As I said it was all bluff. If you had just told me to piss off or dodged back into the garage then I would have been out of there like a dose of salts. But something about your attitude told me that I could get something out of the situation after all."

If he was trying to make me feel better, his words were having the opposite effect. I was struggling to find a retort when Ann appeared with three mugs on a tray. "I didn't know if you took sugar," she said to him, pointing to the small sugar basin that she must have specially filled to include on the tray.

He sweetened his mug, Ann came over to hand me a mug saying quietly, "Don't look so depressed, it's not the end of the world. Everything is going to turn out all right."

I lit my last cigarette and looked up to see that my wife had sat down in the middle of the settee but he had chosen one of the armchairs. "This is a very nice house," he observed looking round. "Have you lived here long?"

"Almost all my life, it used to be my parents house. We moved here when I was very young," Ann told 

him.

"I know that, Mrs Donkins next door mentioned it when I asked her about you. I meant, how long have you two lived here together?"

"Seven years – or is it eight. You always know these things better than me Philip," she said looking over at me.




The Neighbour's Gardener



I just shook my head in disbelief. How was it possible to sit and conduct a normal conversation after what had occurred.

"Your garden is very nice too. When I asked Mrs Donkins what she wanted me to do with her garden she said to make it look just like yours. That was asking the impossible. I just about managed to clear the weeds and set up a couple of decent sized borders. Who does all the work on yours?"

"We both do but Philip is the real gardener. How did you come to be working on her garden in the first place?"

"I do a bit of work for charity when I have the time, mainly helping old people. I just happened to get sent next door. Having you to look at all week was a bonus."

"Well what do you know – a rapist with a heart," I interrupted bitterly.

He laughed. "I guess that's fair although this is a bit out of character for me. I do spend a hell of a lot more time working for charity than I do raping beautiful women."

'What a slimy bastard, the cunt would want a medal next'. I closed my eyes and also tried to block my ears against any further self justification that he might be going to spout. I think that my mind must have drifted away because, after a while, with a start I realised that he was asking me a question. "That old Kirk Douglas film that was on TV the other week, the one where he catches a guy in bed with his daughter, what the hell was it called?"

Without thinking, I provided the answer, "Once is not enough."

"That is just what I always say," he grinned triumphantly. "What do you say sweetheart?"

"If you must," said Ann. Her voice sounded completely disinterested but she jumped up with surprising speed and lay down in her previous position on the floor. This time she had opened her legs wide right from the start and I had an uninterrupted view of her vulva. The cunt lips were open displaying the pink interior and I did not know if they were distended from before or eagerly preparing to welcome him back. 

I think that my wife's alacrity had also surprised him. He drained his mug and stood up then paused and looked reflectively at me. "There is really no reason that you shouldn't sit in a chair now, the floor can't be very comfortable."

"I'm fine," I muttered, rejection his generosity. I did this for two reasons. Remaining on the floor maintained an illusion of helplessness to justify my inaction - but more importantly, I could see far better from where I was. 

"If you are sure? Is there anything that I can get you?"

I started to shake my head wishing that he would do what he had to and get the fuck out of my house but then I remembered something that I did need badly. "I could do with a new pack of cigarettes. They are in the cupboard to the left of the sink in the kitchen."

He disappeared on this small errand leaving Ann lying in position ready to be screwed. After a couple of minutes when he had not returned, my wife seemed to get impatient, craning her neck to look in the direction of the kitchen. Then, coming to a decision, she half sat to grab a cushion off the settee which she worked underneath her bottom, bouncing herself to make sure that she was comfortable. It was at least a minute more before he returned muttering sheepishly, "I know that you said the cupboard on the left but for some reason I have been looking in the one on the right." So saying, he tossed the requested packet to me. This time I suppressed the inbred polite thanks, just tearing open the pack and lighting one.

Now he looked down to were my wife lay patiently awaiting his pleasure. I thought I detected some hesitation and took pleasure in guessing that the frustration of his search on my behalf had diminished his ardour. It was not enough however to make him call it a day for he dropped on one knee and lightly caressed her cunt, slipping one and then two fingers inside. That was all that it needed. Next moment he had undone his belt and was moving into position to drive himself home.

This time it was far less urgent with long languid thrusts and I could tell that he was savouring the moment. It was easy to see that the damn cushion was making it better for them both, giving the impression of a consensual act not penetration by compulsion. It seemed to go on and on. I stubbed out my third cigarette from the new pack and lit another. Her arms were round him again and now I could not pretend that this was an unconscious action for her fingers were spread and pressing into his skin. Nor could I convince myself that she was not responding to him because anyone could see that her body was now moving in unison with his. Now it was not a matter of him raping her because they were definitely fucking. For the duration of the first assault, my prick had remained shrivelled to one the size of a small boy's but now, faced with the scene in front of me; it sprang into vibrant throbbing life. Ashamed, I tried to push it down between my thighs but, stiffer than it had ever been before, my cock felt liable to snap when I tried to do so. 

I never dreamed that he would be able to make Ann cum but suddenly I could tell from her breathing that she was hovering round the edges of an orgasm. Thankfully, I was spared this final humiliation because he lost it before managing to push her over the edge. I wished though that she had not drawn blood from his back as he squirted his hot stuff up inside her.

If to you the reader all of this seems unreal then how the hell do you think that I felt. Coming home in birthday mood after an afternoon at the shops, anticipating a spicy evening with a better day to follow, I was confronted with every husband's worst nightmare. To make matters worse, the two other participants behaved as if it was an everyday occurrence with no great trauma involved. I'll say it seemed unreal.

He stood up and fastened his trousers and my wife had moved to perch on the edge of the settee.

"I would like to hang around and make an evening of it but if I don't dash I'm going to miss my transport," he said as any guest might on departure. Then turning to Ann he said, "Thank you lovely lady. I am going to remember that for a very long time."

I half expected Ann to say 'It was a pleasure,' but she did not. He took a few paces towards the door then stopped and turned looking genuinely awkward as he said, "Look, by rights I should now cuff you both to something until I get away but I am worried at how long you might be stuck like that. If you promise that you will do nothing for an hour then I will leave you as you are."

"We promise," said Ann quickly and I nodded my head.

"Right, it has been nice knowing you," he said, turning and striding towards the door with just one pause to bend, snatch Ann's discarded pants and stuff them in his pocket. By rights I should have immediately rushed to comfort my wife but instead, pulling up my trousers I went to the window and watched his back recede as he walked down the garden path.

I waited until he had left the garden and felt sure that he would not turn round to come back, then went over and picked up the telephone. As I started to press the digits Ann pressed her fingers into the cradle to break the connection. "What are you doing?" she asked sharply.

"Ringing the police, what do you think?" I pushed her hand aside and started dialling but again she stopped me saying, "We promised to wait for an hour." 

"Don't be stupid. Any promise we made to that fucking bastard doesn't count. It was made under duress if nothing else," I snarled, wresting her hand away and attempting to dial again.

"A promise is a promise and I do not break mine," she insisted.

"I did not promise a damn thing. Did you hear me speak?" I told her, hitting the digits again with quiet determination.

Ann was equally determined, "I don't want to call the police at all. I do not want anybody to know about this." It seemed to me that she was prepared to physically contest for possession of the telephone.

I carefully put the phone down and stepped back. My demeanour was icy calm as I spoke, "Pray tell me why I should not inform the authorities what that bleeding cunt has just done and get him put away where he belongs."

"He only fucked me for God's sake."

"He raped you."

"OK. He raped me if that is how you see it but he didn't hurt me. I am not damaged in any way."

"He raped you twice."

"Once, twice, all night – it makes no difference. I have not been harmed and I would prefer to just forget all about it, write it off to experience."

"But at one point you were prepared to kill him to prevent it happening."

"That was because I was afraid that, if you charged in and it ended in a fight then you were going to get badly hurt. Whether he had sex with me didn't bother me at all."

I was amazed. "I always thought that women who were raped finished up traumatised."

"Most women who are raped are also brutalised or worry that they are going to be killed afterwards and that is was causes the trauma. If you know you will not be hurt and the bloke is one that you would happily screw in other circumstances then I can't see anything to get bitter and twisted about. Apart from the start, did you feel that he intended to hurt either of us?"

I had to shake my head. Nevertheless, I insisted, "I still think we should tell the police. We have a pretty good idea who he is so the cops should be able to pick him up easily. Then it will be an open shut case."

"Is that what you think? He obvious defence will be that he was having an affair with me and that you came home and caught us. He will claim that I accused him to cover my own back."

"But that's not true. We were out together and came home together."

"But could we prove that? You did your shopping alone while I sat in the park - I bet that I don't appear on a single CCTV. Even in this road, nobody could have seen me getting out of the car.

So it is our word against his and the defence will have detectives digging into my background and character to try and back up his story. I just do not want to take the risk, especially when I don't think it is worth it in the first place."

"So you want to just forget that it happened?"

"Yes, I can do that very easily, I don't know why you can't too."

I thought carefully how to explain that the rape meant more to me than it apparently did to her. Speaking slowly I said, "I know about your past – you told me, I didn't like it but, accepting it as the past, I was able to put it out of my mind. This is completely different. Now for the first time since we met, another man has had you and it breaks the continuity, destroys the purity of what we shared. Now the memory of him will always be between us and I worry that your feeling for me will not be the same. It wouldn't be so bad if he had not been a rapist, if what happened had been voluntary and not imposed. I am sure I could be a lot happier if that had been the case."

Ann looked at me thoughtfully for what seemed a very long time and then she said, "Go and do us some drinks love and make yours a large one. I have got something to tell you."

I did as instructed and then having sat down facing her, I lit a cigarette, something about Ann's face telling me that I would need it. Having composed myself I looked up."

"He wasn't the first. I mean, he is not the only man I have been with since we were married. For a start, I have been screwing your brother for the past two years whenever he calls."

My brother Gary was three years younger than me. For the past six years he had led an exotic life style travelling the world on two and three month's assignments, something to do with photography. Every time that he returned home, we were his first port of call and he came laden with gifts plus duty free cigarettes and booze. His comings and goings were unpredictable. I would come home from work to find him chattering and laughing with Ann in the kitchen, both of them drinking from large mugs of coffee. After a welcome home meal prepared by Ann, we always enjoyed an evening of boozing and hilarity with me invariable ending up almost paralytic and needing to be put to bed. He would then spend the rest of the week staying with various friends, followed by a week at our parent's house before jetting off again.

With a jolt of memory, I remembered one night that I had awoken in the early hours to find the bed empty beside me and Ann's place completely cold. She returned at that moment and finding me awake had muttered about a gippy tummy and sitting on the loo for ages. By rights she should have been frozen but on the contrary felt exceptionally warm. Gullibly I had assumed that the tummy upset had also left her feverish but in the morning she had completely recovered.

As if reading my mind, Ann said, "Yes, at night too. It was mainly in the afternoons before you got home but we did it at night when you were too drunk to know. You almost caught me out once."

"How did it start?" It was only one of many questions that had started bubbling up in my brain.

"He turned up on a day when I was feeling very pissed off with you. There had just been a delivery of new gear and I asked if he would like a fashion show to give his opinion on it. I acted more like a lap dancer than a demonstrator and he got very turned on. Then I told him straight out that if he wanted to fuck me he could – and of course he did. You must not blame Gary too much because I seduced him. Almost any man would have done the same."

"But why? Why suddenly then – he has been visiting us almost all the time that we have been married. What the hell got you so pissed that you would do it with my brother?"

"Surely you know that," she said coldly. "Think back – what else happened two years ago?"

"I don't know. I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. You will have to tell me."

"Janice Wilkins happened," she said. "Now do you remember?"

Janice Watkins worked at another division of the company that employed me. Her office was in a city some 60 miles away from the one where I lived but the whole staff from there had been shipped en masse over to our office for a joint Xmas party. She was small with the kind of figure that used to be described as pocket Venus, a pretty vivacious face and a mass of fluffy black hair. I was entranced at first sight and enquired of someone I knew from her office if she was new. He told me that she had joined the firm almost two years ago after getting married but for some reason had missed last year's party. He also said that she was twenty three.

I worked my way over to stand near, happy to just feast my eyes on the delectable creature but suddenly, in the ebb and flow of people we found ourselves alone. She started chatting to me quite naturally and pretty soon we realised that we both liked each other a lot. In short, the pair of us finished up in the stationery cupboard with a lot of passionate kissing and mutual groping. I think that it might have gone a lot further but suddenly the door opened and my boss blundered in with one of the typists in tow. The cupboard was very small so I gave way to seniority and we left. Before the party was over, Janice and I exchanged home telephone numbers.

At that time Ann was running Lingerie parties for Anne Summers on two or three evenings of the week. The nights varied except that Wednesday was a regular feature. As it happened, Janice had told me that her husband was never home from work before midnight on that night due to his works computer always being temporarily connected to one in America. If we had lived closer, that night would have been perfect for liaisons but the distance ruled this out as Janice did not have her own transport. So we made up for this by spending hours on the phone every Wednesday, telling what we would like to do to each other if ever we got it together.

Following a brainwave, we both told our respective spouses that we were going on overnight courses to do with the firm but instead met at a Motel. I arrived first and in retrospect realise that I should have got us booked in but had entertained romantic notions of doing it together. The first downbeat sign was finding two women who were obvious hookers in the office ahead of us. Their men were paying and I was shocked to find they were being charged £20 per hour for the room. When our turn came I managed to persuade the man behind the counter that we actually wanted to sleep there and was able to negotiate a more acceptable rate for the whole night. Reaching our cabin, I felt that Janice looked rather nervous and subdued but then I was not feeling particularly encouraged my self.

Inside, possibly due to nerves, I had urgent need for a slash so went straight to the small bathroom. This contained a toilet pedestal, a minuscule shower cubicle and a hand basin with mirror above. On the bottom of the mirror someone had written triumphantly in possibly eye-brow pencil, 'I stuffed Lisa up the ass. She took every inch.' On the wall underneath, another hand had neatly explained in biro, 'Lisa is a slag. She takes everybody up the ass'. The first entry bore a date that was three months old.

After emptying my bladder into the unhygienic looking porcelain receptacle, I took a tissue, spat on it and tried to eradicate the legend on the mirror but it might have been etched onto the glass for all the effect that I had. Giving up, I used my foot to activate a small pedal operated trash can and glanced in as I dropped the tissue. Inside there was an unwrapped sanitary towel with half a dozen used condoms intertwined on top that seemed to writhe like obscene silver grey snakes.

Back in the bedroom, there were two scruffy looking armchairs and the turned down sheets on the bed looked in far from pristine condition. Janice was walking about restlessly smoking a cigarette and I was surprised that she did not look at me. According to the script we should start frantically tearing off each others clothes but I felt strangely reluctant to begin. Actually needing to force myself, I went to Janice and turned her to face me but when I did so she said in an almost inaudible voice, "I'm sorry Phil, I don't want to do it any more."

"Is it this place?" I was rather feeling the same way myself.

"No – it's Trevor. He loves me so much. I have never done this before and I don't think I can do it now. He has just bought me a lovely ring and asked if we can get married again in a church. Neither of us believe in God but he says it will be a spiritual commitment instead of just a legal one. To be honest, if he was not so hopeless in bed I would never have dreamed of cheating on him."

I kissed her chastely on the forehead and told her that I was having second thoughts myself. I said that I had never imagined that it would be quite so sordid. Trouble was that there was nowhere we could go and so still had to stop the night. We found a tatty pack of cards with one missing, that provided some entertainment for a couple of hours, then slept fully dressed on the bed under the top cover. The next couple of Wednesdays we had short apologetic conversations on the phone but then contact between us ceased.

The following years Xmas party was held in a hired hotel reception room. I spotted Janice in the distance but was deeply involved in a conversation and could not easily break off. Searching later she had disappeared. As I was heading out through the lobby on my way home, Janice emerged from a lift with my boss's arm around her. She looked radiant. 

"How do you know about her?" I gasped. "Anyway nothing happened."

"A night together in a seedy motel, of course something happened and now you have the nerve to talk about the purity of our relationship."

"But nothing did happen; we just played cards all night."

"Yes – I believe you," Ann retorted in a voice that said the opposite. "Anyway – that's what had pissed me off. Any woman would have felt the same. It was not the fact that you had done it as much as feeling that you had taken me for such a fool. You made no attempt to cover your tracks at all. Who the fuck takes a floozy to a sleazy motel and pays the bill with his Barclaycard for heavens sake?"




The Neighbour's Gardener



"Is that how you found out?" It was me who felt foolish now.

"No, I was pretty certain before then but that was the clincher. Our phone bills were suddenly larger so I checked the detail and found these hours long calls on Wednesday night while I was out. So I rang the number and somebody called Trevor Wilkins answered – that rather threw me. So I rang again on a Wednesday from a house where I was giving a party and a woman answered saying, 'Phil is that you'. I pretended I was a wrong number but found out her name. It was familiar so I started doing a bit of detective work. I checked your company magazine and sure enough, I found her and where she worked."

Ann paused, got one of my cigarettes, lit and then continued. "When you said you were going on an overnight course I was immediately suspicious even though I had never given it a thought on all the previous occasions. The night you were away, I rang the place you were meant to be but they said that you were not booked in. Then I rang the number for Janice, spoke to her husband and asked to talk to her but he said that she was away on a course. That was it until the Barclaycard statement arrived and I could not believe how stupid you had been. Unluckily for you, that afternoon your brother turned up while the words 'Sauce', 'Gander' and 'Goose' were very much in my mind. You know the rest." 

So, my wife had been getting her own back for something that I had not done but did that give me any right to feel aggrieved. I may not have committed the act with Janice but the intent was there. If she had been all over me like a rash in that motel room, would I still have chickened out? Apart from that, the telephone sex, all that mutual verbalising about what we would like to do to each other was not so far removed morally from actually doing it. In a way I should be grateful that Ann had thought to keep her revenge within the family.

I could not think of anything to say so got up to refill both of our glasses. There was something niggling at the back of my mind but I could not quite put my finger on it. Then, as I regained my seat, it suddenly came to me. "When you told me about Gary, you used the words 'For a start'?" I queried.

In a flat, matter of fact voice Ann told me, "Near Xmas that year I was doing a party. Usually males are told to keep out of the house but this woman's partner who worked on oil rigs, arrived home unexpectedly and was allowed to stay. During the evening he popped in and out with refreshments while I was modelling and the women were trying on samples. They got used to him and weren't bothered by him seeing them. As I was leaving he took me on one side and said, if I returned the next afternoon wearing the last outfit then he would have it off me. I guessed that he wanted more than just buy nickers but I fancied him so turned up as requested and of course his wife was out. He had the pants off me literally but afterwards he bought a load of other stuff - it was a cracking sale. Six months later I did another party at that house and again went back the next day for a special order." 

My heart was sinking. I could just about cope with the news about my brother but this further revelation was filling with despair. "Any others?" I heard myself say.

"There was the window cleaner," Ann said a small smile playing round her lips at the memory. "Again it was the lingerie. I had a new delivery and was trying it on in the bedroom when I heard his ladder against the window. I carried on and tried on everything, pretending that I didn't know he was watching. When I went back downstairs he knocked on the door asking for water but he could hardly walk because of the thing in his pants. The least that I could do was invite him in and help him with it.

We've had our windows cleaned for free ever since."

A kind of numbness was enveloping my brain. "Is that all?" I asked but now knowing, almost for certain, that it was not all."

"You don't want to hear any more - to be honest I'm not sure that I can remember. The thing is that, knowing about Janice, I was pretty sure that you were at it yourself. I've worked in an office myself and know that, in that environment, everybody is into each other. Also, I had no idea how many there had been before Janice, I only knew that I had a lot of catching up to do. "

I just sat, slowly shaking my head from side to side. I think that I had closed my eyes.

"Don't you start going all morose on me," Ann said sharply as if my reaction was without justification.

"I must admit that I felt like that when first knowing about Janice but after the first time with Gary I began to see sense. It was only a bit of mutual pleasure. I had done no harm to you and you were doing no harm to me. I still loved you just as much and I could see no reason why your feelings should have changed. I once drove over and parked near where Janice lives to see what she looks like. I honestly can't blame you. If I was a man I would have liked a roll with her too." Ann thought a bit and added, "I could fancy a roll with her as I am."

"Do you want to know what happened between me and Janice," I asked.

My wife shook her head. "I don't want to know about Janice or anything else that you have done.

If it is less than I suspect, it might make me feel guilty and if it's more, I'd rather not know. The thing is that it doesn't matter a bit. If you really love someone than you should not want to deny them pleasure. That is the big thing that is wrong with a system which demands married exclusivity."

"Now that you have told me, are you going to stop doing it?"

"I do not see why I should. As I said, I like doing it – I like doing it a lot," Ann said honestly. "That is the only really upsetting thing about our earlier visitor. If he had knocked on the door at any time during the week, I would have let him fuck me with pleasure - there was no reason why you should have been involved and forced to watch. I actually think that he had planned it differently and was taken by surprise to find you with me."

I felt surprisingly at ease within myself. There was no use crying over spilt milk, (especially as Ann was correct in saying that there was no harm done) and I could see advantages in the reciprocal freedom that she was offering. The earlier event, Ann's disclosures and prospects for the future, all suddenly combined to make me incredibly aroused.

Ann noticed. "The circumstances may not have shown him at his best but our friendly neighbourhood rapist was not much good as a lover. He has barely got me warmed up, so – if you're not too fastidious, perhaps you would like to finish the job," she said with a certain smile.

****

On the following Wednesday night I rang an old number. "This is Phil, remember me?" I asked when she answered.

"Phil, I am so glad you called. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I have got my own car now you know," Janice told me happily.



The Neighbour's Pool



My family and I have been living in the same house for roughly 12 years, and in those dozen years we’ve had the same neighbours. But no matter where we’ve lived, we always seem to have good, kind decent neighbours on one side, and obnoxious, stuck-up prudes on the other. This story is all about our nice neighbours, in particular their 21-year-old daughter, who I had my eye on for quite a while. 

This story starts roughly 2 years ago when on a warm summer morning, I was doing some menial work in our backyard, and the only people home were my mother and myself. I had to walk down to our garbage’s to put some rubbish in them, and I don’t know what made me do it, it was just instinct, but I just happened to look over the brick wall separating our yard from the next door neighbors. Lying stretched out on a big beach towel next to the pool was the neighbour’s daughter, Alida. She would have been 19 or so back then, and for a teenager who was the token “ugly duckling”, this kid had REALLY filled out. Problem was, because she was always at university, I never got to see this wonderful body. Until now. I hit the deck straight away, hopeful in the idea that if I played my cards right, she may at least do some topless sunbathing.

So like I said, I hit the deck as quickly and as quietly as I could, I didn’t want to scare her off. I moved down to where the brick wall meets our gate, and then ever so slowly I stood up so I could get a good peak at her from behind. She had an orange string bikini on, the kind with no shoulder straps and the string ties on both hips. She was reading a book or magazine and laying face down away from me. So I’m standing there, staring at this young woman in her prime, I mean if you could find one ounce of fat on this girl then you were trying too hard, she was proportionately perfect, not obscenely skinny like Calista Flockhart, but just perfect. I had a great view of her ass from my vantage point, and of course at this time I realized that when you are looking at a young twenty-something woman in her bikini, then naturally your cock is going to get hard. So I started rubbing it through my shorts. 

It was then that I remembered what I was supposed to be doing out there, because for someone who was supposed to be out the backyard working, I was far too quiet. So I dashed inside and made small talk with my mother for a minute, just telling her that I was taking a break, so she wouldn’t think it was strangely silent and come outside and bust me. As soon as I sold mum on the belief that I was working hard, I went straight back outside, cursing myself for not having a camcorder or at least a digital camera. That’s the main reason I felt I had to take advantage of this situation right now because they just don’t fall into your lap like this everyday. 

As soon as I got out the back door, I got down low once more and headed for my perfect viewing area. And the sight that greeted me when I got there was the finest sight these eyes have seen for a long, long time. Alida had untied the string on both sides of her bikini bottoms, and had just peeled the top half down, exposing her beautiful creamy white ass cheeks. I took this as a sign and released my cock; I had to if I didn’t want to damage my shorts. As I began to slowly jerk myself (and I DO mean slowly, I wanted this to last forever), she did something that I’ll never forget. She must’ve felt like a good stretch because she moved back and repositioned herself on all fours, lifting her head and arching her back. Here I was not 10 meters away from a beautiful young woman, in her prime, giving me a lifetime memory of her ass and shaven pussy lips. I tell you I almost fainted right there and then. No sooner was I enjoying that wonderful sight then she was back face down, eyes buried in whatever she was reading. 

It was about that time I heard a car pull up out the front of our houses. I’m pretty good with engine sounds, and I recognized it immediately. It was her mother, Carol, and now I was really getting excited. All these visions started running through my mind, like the mother will come home and see her daughter like that, and decide to join her. And believe me I wouldn’t have minded one bit because for a woman in her late thirties, Carol could hold her own against any opposition, I kid you not. But as it turned out she had just dropped in to pick up something quick, and when she came out the back looking for her daughter, that was enough for Alida to quickly get dressed and finish up for the day. So I never had a chance to make my move, but I did have a lot of great visions, which have made my lonely nights at home a bit more exciting and tolerable. 

Now, fast forward to last week. I’m out the back again, doing some work in the yard; it’s a pretty hot morning so I decide to call it quits and head inside for the day. I walk straight into our kitchen, and as I turn the tap to fill my glass with some water, I just happen to look out the window, which directly faces the neighbor’s backyard and pool area. My jaw fell open and I almost dropped my glass. There was Alida, cleaning the pool, in an almost identical bikini to the one she had on roughly 2 years earlier, except this one was aqua-blue in colour. I stood there dumbfounded for a matter of seconds, that is until I realized what I had to do. Her entire family was still on Christmas holidays so I knew that if I ever had a chance with Alida, it had to be now. 

I ran for the shower and jumped straight in, giving myself a quick once-over. Putting on a clean pair of shorts and a shirt, I quickly but quietly went out into the backyard, and went up to our garage for a second, to calm myself for a minute and think of an approach. And then it came to me. The week before I had caught a blue-tongued lizard in our backyard, so that would be my way in. I walked past the wall, in plain and obvious view of her, she couldn’t miss seeing me, and as I turned my head I noticed her looking directly at me. “Oh hello”, she said casually. “Hi there”, I said back, as I started to move closer to the wall. “It’s a great day for a swim.” I told her, while subconsciously I was giving myself a clip around the ear. Note to self: “It’s summer! Of course it’s a good day for swimming you fucking moron!!” 

I was snapped out of my little daze by her reply. “It certainly is a great day for it”, she said. “And if you’re not doing anything later on and it gets too hot in your house, feel free to come on over and have a swim.” I felt so lucky that the wall in between us was made of brick because after she said that, I got a rod in my shorts so hard it would have easily shattered a wooden fence to pieces. “Hey thanks, I might just take you up on that.” Now for The Line. “By the way, I think I should let you know that I caught a fairly big blue-tongue last week in our yard. Being summer and all they are bound to come out from anywhere. Just telling you to be careful, and don’t worry, they wont bite you.” As soon as the last word left my lips I began to think “Oh no! You idiot!! Look at her, she’s shit-scared now!!” O contraire, because even though she did seem a bit worried, she looked at me and said, “Make sure you come over now because if I see any lizards or snakes or whatever, I’ll freak!!” I just suavely told her that if she needed a lizard disposal expert, then I was her man. 

After telling her that I’d be right over in ten minutes, I had taken over cleaning the pool for her in what felt like two minutes. As she went back inside I couldn’t help but turn and look at her more-than-perfect ass, it truly was a sight to behold. She was back out with a couple of cold beers in a matter of seconds. “You look like you could use one of these”, she said offering one to me. My hand gently brushed hers as I accepted the beer, and that small touch shot a bolt of electricity through my entire body. I was quickly jolted back into reality by her voice. “So…I don’t see you around much, but every time I do you seem to be working in your backyard.” I froze for a minute. Had she known I was watching her all that time ago? I took a deep breath and said “Well it’s better if I do all the hard kind of work in the yard because if I don’t then mum will.” She looked back at me quizzically as she sipped her beer. “Gee! A true gentleman in my midst. Now there’s a change for the better”. I just smiled at her as I took a big mouthful of the frosty beer. 

We had just started our fifth beer each when Alida made the comment that we actually hadn’t done what I came over to do, which was go for a swim. So with that she took one huge gulp of her new beer and dived straight in to the pool. I quickly whipped off my shirt and jumped in after her. The water was cold but extremely refreshing, plus it kind of added to the buzz that the beer had started. We both lounged back on the steps of the pool continuing to sip our beers, when all of a sudden the moment and the alcohol took over and I was in no control of what I was saying. 

“I’ve seen that bikini before haven’t I? Didn’t it used to be orange?” I asked before I could stop myself. She just stared at me for a second. “I…umm…ah…how did you know I had an orange bikini the same as this one?” she asked somewhat abruptly. The jig was up. I had to tell her now. I took the long and drawn-out tact. “About 2 years ago I was out in my yard working, I noticed you sunbathing in an orange bikini…” She interrupted with “Well why didn’t you say hi or something?” I looked her up and down, tried to gather my thoughts and continue on. “Anyway you were sunbathing and I couldn’t help but well…lets just say that I kept watch over you somewhat”. I didn’t know what else to say or how to even say it if I did. “You mean you were spying on me? From where?” she asked. Now I’m really in the shit, I thought. I had visions of cops, handcuffs, peeping tom convictions, the whole lot. 

I pointed to where I was watching her from, and surprisingly that brought a smile to her face. A surprisingly WICKED smile! “Why you sly devil! I had no idea! So let me ask you…did you like what you seen?” she asked with a grin. “Of course I did! If I didn’t I wouldn’t have stuck around for as long as I did”. She looked at me funny then. “So why didn’t you come on over then? What stopped you?” I made sure I looked her straight in the eyes and told her that I was just about to approach her when her mother came home and after that she packed up and went inside. And what Alida did next blew my mind.

Taking one last mouthful of beer and setting it aside, she swallowed it and looked at me coyly, saying that not her mother or anyone for that matter is around now. For me that was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, I finished my beer, threw the empty bottle in the garden and swam directly over to her. I placed my hand gently on her cheek and turning her head slightly, I kissed her deep and passionately. She returned the favour by immediately lowering her hands and began fumbling with the cord on my shorts. I kind of pushed away from her, and in one motion I swept my arms underneath her so that she was no longer on the steps but on the edge of the pool. As I stood in the pool in between her long legs, looking up at her, my hands instinctively went to the strings on both sides of her bikini bottoms. As I pulled the strings they literally fell open in my hands, and before me sat the girl I had jerked off dreaming about for more than a year, completely naked save for her bikini top, it truly was the finest sight I had ever witnessed, up until that point anyway.

I ran my hands from her feet all the way up to her hips and back down, then parted her legs gently, I had to see this pussy now because I swear to god I could smell it, and it made my mouth water. Looking at her neatly shaved slit, it nearly brought tears to my eyes; sticking my tongue out flat I licked her from bottom to top in one sweeping motion. She leaned back and rested her hands behind her, spreading herself just that little bit more for me. I used the fingers on my left hand to open up her sweet lips, which at this point were completely covered in her sweet juices. Making my tongue into a sort of mini-cock, I began thrusting it in and out of her pussy, fucking her the best I knew how with my tongue. She began to get a little loud, so to avoid any potential embarrassment I brought her to orgasm as quick as I could, making her come within a minute, fingering her, sucking and gently biting on her clit, and to try and keep the noise down a little, I jumped and out of the pool and kissed her hard just as she was coming, to muffle her cries of ecstasy. 

It took her a small matter of minutes to re-gather herself, but as soon as she did she was very quick to act. Jumping back down into the pool, she told me to jump back in with her. As soon as I did this, her hands went straight to my shorts and dropped them, saying something like I won’t need them anymore. Here I was standing in about 3 and a half feet of water, with a beautiful girl kissing me and at the same time stroking my already rock-hard cock. When I say hard I mean it was so hard that a pit bull couldn’t have put teeth marks in it. Alida then dipped her head under the water and in one foul swoop took my entire dick in her warm mouth. Now for anyone who hasn’t copped a blowjob in a cold pool, let me tell you that you are missing one of life’s greatest pleasures. She would go down and suck me for about 15 seconds at a time, and I had to remember to avoid the temptation to hold her head down there because the last thing I wanted was to kill her. 

She would take my whole cock in her mouth while she gently squeezed my balls; it really was the most exquisite feeling. After about two or three minutes I stopped her from going back down and told her that I wanted to fuck her and that meant right now. She went straight over to the steps again and laid back with her legs spread, fingering her pussy and beckoning me to come over to her and fuck her silly. I didn’t need a second invitation there so I grabbed my cock and pumped it a few times as I made my way over to her. With my cock in hand I rubbed it all over the length of her slit, before I started to enter her slowly, inch by inch. She must have needed it worse than me because she reached around to my ass and pulled me into her really quick, and with that I was completely inside her. Moving my hips back out and then in I began a steady rhythm until she looked at me and told me to give her all I had. I began fucking for my life now while she pinched and played with her clit, bringing herself off again in the process.

I could feel the warmth rising in my sac; I was going to come soon, when all of a sudden I stopped. “What the fuck are you doing?” she yelled. That’s when my attitude changed somewhat. I stared her straight in the eyes and said forcefully “Do you want to get fucked?” She looked surprised but happy at the same time, smiling at me and asking me what I had in mind. I got out of the pool, my still hard cock dripping with the pool’s water and her juice, I bent down and helped her out of the pool, telling her to get her towel, lay it down on the grass and to get on all fours. She looked a little worried but did as I asked her. I stood there and waited for her to get into position, and when she did I positioned myself behind her, cock in hand. I asked her if she had ever been fucked in the ass, she said no, but she had always wanted to try it. After informing her that she was about to try it right now, I placed the tip of my cock at her asshole and started to push it slowly and gently inside her warm and tight ass. 

She moaned and squirmed a little so I backed off a bit, before sliding myself inside her just that little bit more. “Ooooh yes baby…you can put more in…c’mon baby stick your cock up my ass…I love it.” she cried. I did as she said and pushed myself into her a little bit more and before long there wasn’t much more of me left to go. Before I had the chance to continue taking things slowly, she screamed out for me to fuck her hard right now, so with that I thrust myself completely inside her, almost making her gasp with delight. I quickly slid out of her and thrust back in, building up that same rhythm we had going in the pool. As I continued pumping her ass as hard as I could, I could feel her hand reaching around to play with her sopping wet pussy, and at the same time she would try to grab my balls as they slapped against her. She brought herself off for the third time and it was while she was coming I felt her sphincter muscles expand and contract dramatically, I felt as if she was going to rip my cock off completely. That’s when I felt the warmth rise in my balls again, I knew I was close, so I leant down and asked her where she wanted me to come, she said she wanted me to shoot all over her face and tits. 

After about 9 or 10 more thrusts I pulled out of her as she quickly spun around, ripping her bikini top off in the process. She moved my hand out of the way and began jerking me off with hers, when all of a sudden the world seemed to be spinning a whole lot quicker and I began shooting my load, all over her face, into her open mouth, dribbling down to her tits where she took her spare hand and rubbed the liquid into her tanned skin. I had to drop to my knees; in one afternoon I had scored with my dream girl, and had the most earth-shattering orgasm to boot. We spent the rest of the day and night skinny-dipping, fucking in the pool, in her house, in her parent’s bed, everywhere and anywhere.

Suffice to say I look forward to university holidays all the time now. And there were no signs of any lizards, in case you were wondering. 



The Neighbour's Secrets



My mother stayed with me recently while she recovered from a broken leg, and readers of my accounts of this will know we ended up in a sexual relationship which we now maintain during my once-a-week visits to her house. This story starts when mum was still living with me.

My mum (Penny) was outside my house one day, struggling to stand on her crutches while opening the front door with her key, when a lady I'd previously never met but who lives four doors along from me, offered to help. Mum gratefully accepted, offered the lady some tea, and before long two were chatting away in my drawing room. When I got home from work that night, mum introduced the lady as Maureen and explained how she'd spent several years looking after her own, disabled, mother. Maureen was 65 years old, and her mother had died just 6 months previously leaving her living alone in her house along the street. Having been accustomed to caring for someone for so long, she took naturally to looking after my mum while I wasn't there, and that was great for me as it freed up so much of my time, particularly for work.

When mum was eventually able to move out of my place, she made arrangements to stay in touch with Maureen, and by way of a thank-you to her, I invited Maureen to join me for supper one night too.

Despite being 65 years old, Maureen was deeply attractive, had a lovely pretty face and very natural-looking blonde, wavy hair. Her shoulders were narrow, her breasts beautifully rounded but not enormous, her waist quite slim and her hips wide. In fact, her bottom and thighs were really quite large compared to the rest of her. She tended to wear black trousers over tan-coloured nylons, and a plain jumper on her top half. Her shoes were ordinary, not high-heeled and not flat either -- just plain, much like the rest of her to be honest. I quickly noticed the visible-panty-line through her black trousers betraying her choice of large old-fashioned panties underneath.

When she came for supper, she dressed in her usual fashion, but had made the effort of wearing lovely deep-red lipstick and some jewellery which I'd never seen her do before. 

She was great company that night, quite out-going and confident in nature but with a sadness and a serious undertone which at first I couldn't place. Eventually, after dinner and after lots of friendly chat and a decent bottle of Sancerre, she opened up about her life. As I was to discover later, what she told me was only the tip of the iceberg. 

Maureen had never married, instead she had spent every single day since the age of 24 looking after her mother who had become severely physically disabled. In all that time, she'd never met a man, never had a partner and lost whatever friends she'd had before then. I was the first man she'd had dinner with since her mother's death and as I suspected, the first 'date' she'd had since she was a young woman. 

Despite her devastating story, we got on famously that night, and she became openly flirty and tactile, touching my arm occasionally in order to emphasise a point when talking. We stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil and there was an uncomfortable silence as we looked at one another. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, and she responded by putting her hand up to run her fingers through my hair as she looked at me, smiling. I took her hand away, kissed it, then held her tightly as we kissed passionately with open mouths.

Our kiss went on for some time, and we pressed our bodies together in our embrace. My hands moved down to her fantastic bum and caressed her through the material of her trousers and panties. She responded again, running her hands up and down my back and over my bum and the back of my thighs.

When we broke off from our kiss, she put her head on my shoulder and we held one another as I leaned back against the kitchen worktop. Without thinking about it, I found it natural to say to her "would you like to stay with me tonight?"

At first, her only response was to give me a tight squeeze as we hugged, but then without moving her head from my shoulder, she spoke. To the best of my recollection, our conversation went like this.

"That's very sweet of you, but it's difficult for me. I'm quite a bit older than you and things have been a little complicated in my life to say the least."

"That's alright Maureen, if you're not ready I understand. I've had a lovely evening anyway and I've really enjoyed your company. There's no pressure on you of course -- it would be lovely to get together again soon, though. Can we do that?"

"Yes of course we can, that's very sweet of you to understand, I just don't want to mislead you that's all."

"Er... have you misled me?"

"I've not told you everything, I'm afraid. I'm not sure you'll want to hear it either -- In fact I've never been presented with the opportunity to tell anyone before, so I'm not really sure where I'd start if I wanted to."

"Maureen, it's all perfectly OK, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, really. If You do want to talk, you can do, I'm happy to listen you know. I tell you what, let's get a fresh glass each and you can tell me as much or as little as you want to."

We topped up our glasses and moved to the sofa in the drawing room. I sat down first, she sat down next to me and as I turned to face her, she put her head down on my chest and lifted her legs up onto the seat so that she was half curled up and laying across me, but so that I couldn't see her face and she couldn't see mine. Then she proceeded with her mesmerising story which I recount here from memory but which I'm certain is correct in as much detail as possible.

Maureen grew up in a small village in Sussex as the only child in a middle-class family. Her best friend was a girl called Susan who lived not far away. Maureen and Susan were inseparable, even staying friends long after they left school. Maureen started work in a shop in the nearby town, but Susan preferred not to work, but just to sponge off her parents instead. She had the dream of marrying a rich man and spending her days as a kept woman.

In their early twenties , the girls would regularly have dates with boys, but Maureen never allowed herself to become too involved, especially not sexually, instead allowing a quick goodnight kiss at the end of an evening out. On Maureen's day off, Susan would go over to visit as both Maureen's parents were out at work. The girls would spend the day talking, drinking tea and playing records in Maureen's room.

At the week-end, the girls would get the train up to London and spend the afternoon in the West End followed by an evening in their favourite pubs before getting the last train home. It was on one of these journeys that, according to Maureen, the story really starts.

Maureen and Susan met a couple of chaps in a pub and got talking, the result of which was that they only just got to the station in time to catch the last train home. London-dwellers will remember that in those days the trains were corridor-less, so you entered the door directly into your compartment with no other entrance or exit from your small seating area. Two other people were in Maureen and Susan's compartment but soon they reached their destination and got off leaving just the two girls. As the train rattled slowly along, Susan said to Maureen "I don't know about you but I really need a piss. If we don't get there soon, I'm not sure I'm going to hold it in."

"I'm the same," Maureen replied, "but we're not even at Burgess Hill yet, our stop's next after that but it's 20 minutes further on!"

"Fucking hell, Maureen, don't say that, I promise I won't hold it that long!"

The girls discussed getting off at Burgess Hill to go for a pee, but without any chance of getting home from there, they ruled it out. Burgess Hill came and went and the girls simply had to wait the remaining twenty minutes before getting to their station. Unfortunately for the British Railways Board, that wasn't going to happen. 

Susan sat on her seat squeezing her thighs together and shifting around uncomfortably while Maureen sat opposite her doing the same. Eventually, Susan cracked first. "Oh, fucking hell I can't hold this any longer, sorry Maureen!" With that, Susan hitched up her dress over her seamed stockings and gathered it around her waist, quickly tucked her fingers under the elastic of her white panties and pulled them down to her ankles, then leaned forward and raised herself up so her bum and cunt were hovering above the train seat. Immediately, her pee came flooding out uncontrollably and soaked into the upholstery of the seat. Susan sighed with relief as her piss hissed and splashed from her cunt, and Maureen looked on, delighting in the sight of her friend pissing herself on the train. When she'd finished, Susan pulled her panties up again, straightened her dress, then sat in a fresh seat with a contented-but-shocked look. She looked over to Maureen and said "Go on, Maureen, it doesn't half feel better!"

The two girls squealed and giggled at what had happened, but that proved too much for Maureen's bladder and without warning, her piss started to let itself go. Maureen managed to pull her skirt out of the way but had no chance of getting her panties off, instead adopting much the same semi-squatting position over the seat as Susan had done. Her piss first soaked into the cotton material of her white panties, then flooded down into the seat for what seemed like an age before subsiding. A few last squeezes shot out the last few jets of piss into her panties, and she'd finished. Maureen stood up, carefully manoeuvred her skirt up around her waist and took off the sopping wet panties over her bare legs and shoes. She held them at arm's length and distastefully twisted them to wring out the residue of her soaked-in piss onto the train seat. With that, she shook them and put them into her coat pocket.

Anyone familiar with British trains of the 1960s will know this could only improve the upholstery.

Maureen and Susan laughed and joked about what had happened, and eventually reached their stop and walked home. They reached Maureen's house first where the two hugged, kissed cheek-to-cheek and parted. At this point, Maureen was thinking somewhat different thoughts from those of Susan.

The following Wednesday, Susan came over to Maureen's house as usual and the two girls wasted no time in getting to the subject of their train journey and particularly Maureen's panty-pissing incident. They howled with laughter as they recounted their versions of it, each of them sitting on one of the two twin beds in Maureen's room. After a while a pause came in the conversation, and Maureen took a deep breath and decided to say something which she'd previously been in two minds about. "Susan, there's something I didn't tell you at the time when I pissed my panties..."

"What?" an intrigued Susan enquired with a smile.

"You know when I did it on the train seat through my panties," she hesitated "well, it sort of felt quite nice. Quite sexy really"

"You dirty cow, what on earth are you going on about?" Susan squealed, at the same time giggling madly!

"Well, I don't know, it just sort of felt... you know... warm and sexy underneath. Anyway, when I got home I couldn't help myself, and as mum and dad were safely in bed snoring I put some clean panties on and went to the loo and did it again." She persevered through Susan's shouts of mock-horror. "Thing is though, I had a bit of a fiddle with myself down there at the same time! I couldn't help it Susan, I just had to do it! You know what it's like when the feeling comes over you, well I just had to do it, but the thing was I came harder than I'd ever cum before in my whole life!"

"Fucking hell Maureen, you dirty bitch, you deserve locking up!" was Susan's reply, only just forced out through uncontrolled laughter.

The two girls had often talked about sex and masturbation on their long Wednesdays at Maureen's house, and shared plenty of intimate girly secrets with each other about their fantasies and techniques for wanking off. This however, was decidedly kinky and Susan couldn't let it go there. "Come on then you dirty cow, tell me what happened!"

"Well, by the time I'd walked home I was ready to go for another piss, but I was feeling as randy as fuck as well. When I let myself in I knew mum and dad were asleep so I went and got a clean pair of panties from my room, put them on and went into the toilet. I took off my skirt but left my panties on, so that when I sat down on the seat I could put my hand down inside them and rub my cunt. Honestly Susan, I was so randy that it only took a few seconds and I was cumming off, but things is, I held onto my piss until I came. I started pissing through my panties again at the same time as cumming to my climax and I've never felt anything like it in my life! I nearly fainted! I gave my tits a bit of a squeeze as well, and the feeling of all the warm piss filling my panties and bursting out all over the seat and into the toilet just made me go mad! I had to use a towel to clean up afterwards, but honestly Susan it was the best cum I've ever had. You'll have to try it for yourself, you'll see what I mean."

Susan was thrilled with this confession and sat on the other bed open mouthed. "You dirty cow, Maureen, you're making me feel randy just thinking about it. I fancy a wank myself now -- it's all your fault you filthy bitch!" 

"Go on then," Maureen said, "I don't mind, I might have one myself if you do!" 

"Fucking hell Maureen, you don't half know how to talk dirty, don't you?" Susan paused then said reflectively, "Do you think I should try it. You know, like you did, through my panties on the toilet?"

"You never know till you try it, Susan".

Susan sat cross-legged on the bed with her back against the wall and faced Maureen. "give me a minute then," she said, and pulled her dress up over her hips and around her waist, exposing the white cotton gusset of her panties to Maureen's gaze. Susan's hand went down to her cunt and she proceeded to rub her own cunt slot through the white cotton material. "Tell me something dirty then Maureen, you'll have to get me going a bit before I have my cum".

"OK then," Maureen replied, "Tell me what you normally think about when you're wanking off!"

"Fucking, usually. What do you think about?"

"I think about fucking too, but who with, that's the point, and what do you get up to with them?"

Susan's fingers worked away at her cunt lips as she talked. "Just some of the boys we know, that's all. I imagine one of them going down and licking me out, stuff like that."

"So do I," Maureen replied, "but I like thinking about really rude things as well, like doing it with someone you shouldn't be with. Do you know what I mean?"

"Go on, tell me who."

"Oh, lots of people. Boys we know of course, but I sometimes think about really dirty things like doing it with my dad or something."

"Ooh, fucking hell, Maureen, you filthy bitch! How could you even think about fucking your dad?"

"Well, I don't suppose mum fucks him any more, so he probably doesn't get much nowadays. In fact if I did let my dad fuck me, he'd probably cum off before he was up inside me properly!"

"Yeah, he'd probably make a filthy mess all over your cunt or your panties!"

The two girls talked like this for a while, giggling at the dirty things they were saying, but all the while getting more and more turned on. Eventually Maureen could hold back no longer and hitched up her skirt to expose the white cotton gusset of her panties and started to copy Susan's rubbing motion on her own slot. They each sat on one of the single beds in Maureen's room, backs against opposing walls, watching one another masturbating through their panties. After a while, Maureen spoke.

"Tell me what you're thinking now, Susan."

"I was thinking if I watch you rubbing your cunt much longer you'll make me cum off you dirty cow!"

"Same here, it's really fucking horny watching you wanking yourself! Put your hand inside your panties and rub your slot."

Susan did as she was asked and put her hand down under the elastic of her panties, then proceeded to finger her clitoris from side to side with her middle finger. She slipped her left hand down the top of her dress to squeeze her right nipple through the material of her bra and said to Maureen, "Tell me a bit more about what you'd like to do with your dad."

"I'd like him to come into my room one night when I'm in bed and put his hand down the bedclothes and push my nightie up over my bum and cunt, then I'd like him to slip a finger up inside my cunt hole for me. When he's got it nice and wet, I'd like him to take off the bedclothes , push my legs open and go down between my legs and lick my clitty till I cum on his mouth. After that, I'd take his trousers off, lay him on top of me and grab his cock to push it right up inside my wet cunt hole. He'd fuck it in and out of me really quickly while I tell him dirty things to finish him off. I'd say 'come on dad, hurry up and spunk up before mum catches us. That's it, cum up my cunt, shoot it off in my belly, hurry up, I think mum's looking for you, finish up me now, fuck my cunt dad, fuck it up me and cum, fuck my hole and cum in it quickly before mum catches us...' He wouldn't last more than a few minutes and he'd be filling my womb with his baby batter"

Susan announced that she was close to coming, so Maureen led her to the toilet where she carried on her wanking while sitting down on the seat. She continued to finger her cunt inside her panties and tweek her nipples through her bra and looked as though she was getting ready to cum to an orgasm when Maureen spoke the words which would tip her over the edge.

"Come on Susan, spunk your load. If you don't, I'll have to take those panties off you and lick you out myself!" That was too much for Susan to bear and she let out a huge cry as her orgasm rocked her body, and as her full bladder let go, pissing bucket loads of golden nectar through the cotton material of her panties, over her wanking fingers and down into the toilet bowl below.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." Susan uttered through clenched teeth as her cum subsided with the last drops of piss. "Fucking hell, Maureen, I see what you mean, it's fucking amazing that way, ain't it?"

Maureen's thoughts were elsewhere, however. As her friend had been approaching her climax on the toilet, she sat cross-legged on the floor with her back leaning against the closed toilet door, her skirt rucked up round her middle, and proceeded to finger herself to an orgasm of her own. In the confines of the small toilet, Maureen's face was no more than a couple of feet away from Susan's open thighs and she was able to easily smell the sweet aroma of her friend's wet vagina. As she saw Susan wank herself to an orgasm in her panties and saw and heard her golden piss splash through the cotton panty material into the pissy water below, she felt the first uncontrollable wave of orgasm hit her, starting at her clit and wracking her body in spasm after spasm. When it subsided, she put her fingers to her nose to smell the cunt juice on them, then looked at Susan and simply smiled. Susan was first to speak. "You dirty cow, Maureen Smith, you dirty fucking cow! Ah well, if your dad's not interested in fucking you, he can fucking well shag my hole any time he likes!" Wild laughter all round.

The two girls went back to Maureen's room, Susan with her wet panties in her hand, and lay down on separate beds, both staring up at the ceiling in silence. After a while, Maureen turned her head to Susan and spoke. "You don't think we're a bit weird doing that do you? I mean, it can't be normal, can it?"

"I don't see why it has to be weird, we're not hurting anyone, are we? Anyway, I enjoyed it -- I bet you did too."




The Neighbour's Secrets



"Yes, I enjoyed it, it made me cum looking at you doing that on the toilet. If I'm honest, when you asked me what I think about when I'm fingering myself, I've often wondered what it would be like to see another girl masturbating."

"What, me? Have you been thinking about me when you're wanking off? You dirty bitch!" A brief pause, then, "I suppose I think about you a bit too. Only about watching you fuck a bloke, though -- no funny stuff!"

"Yeah, no funny stuff."

"I think next time I do it, I'll be thinking about you fucking your dad! Knowing me, I'll want to join in and fuck him as well! Do you think he's got enough for both of us?"

"I don't know Susan, I really don't. I know it's weird thinking about fucking your own dad, but I'm getting desperate, I'm twenty one Susan and I've never had a fuck! We shouldn't be virgins at our age!" There was silence from the bed opposite. "Should we, Susan? Susan?"

There was no answer from Susan, instead, the two girls looked at one another across the small room until Maureen spoke again. "You've done it haven't you -- I can tell!"

Susan looked away again and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "I'm not sure I'm ready to tell you about it Maureen. I know we share everything, but this is something I'm not very proud of."

"OK darlin', no hurry. I'll go and get some tea."

Maureen returned some minutes later with two cups of tea to find Susan sitting on the edge of the bed with red, tear-stained eyes. Maureen put the cups down and sat alongside her friend to comfort her. "It's OK darlin', whatever it is, it's all alright."

"That's the thing, Maureen, I don't think it is alright, nor will it ever be. If I tell you about this you'd better swear never to tell a soul, or I'll never fucking forgive you, OK?"

Maureen agreed, and Susan began to speak slowly. "Don't judge me for this, OK? It's not all my fault. Well, I suppose it is in a way, but the thing is I've been having sex for the last -- ooh, I don't know -- must be 6 or 7 months. I'm really sorry I couldn't tell you about it Maureen, I really am. I love you and everything but this has been really hard for me. Thing is, it's David.

"David who?"

A hard stare, then "My brother David, that's who!"

The two girls hugged one another tightly as Susan sobbed into Maureen's shoulder, her tears flooding out and soaking her friend's jumper. Maureen made soothing noises and did her best to comfort her friend, but really knew that this would need much more discussion.

"Come on you daft cow, you'd better tell me about it."

The girls drank their tea and Susan falteringly described the relationship with her brother.

"It was all my fault when it started, mum and dad were out and David had been to the pub with his mates. When he got home, he told me he'd got a bottle of whisky stashed away in his room, so I nagged him and nagged him until he let me have some. We got a glass and went to his room, and he opened a bottle of Johnnie Walker he'd been keeping under his bed. We both got a bit pissed and we started talking about his girlfriends, then I admitted I was a virgin and he started teasing me about it. I went for him to shut him up, but I just ended up pinned to the bed with his weight on top of me. Before I knew what was happening, his hand was up my dress and his fingers were up inside the leg of my panties feeling my cunt. I pushed him away and he was really embarrassed, saying how sorry he was and that he'd never do it again, begging me not to tell anyone, especially not mum and dad.

I told him he was a stupid lummox, and he'd better pay for what he'd done. I told him he had to show me his cock as a punishment for touching me up, and he just undid his trousers and took it out, right there in front of me. It was poking straight up at the ceiling and I told him I wanted to see him wanking it off. He smiled at me and started to rub his prick up and down, showing me the big purple head every time his hand moved downwards then covering it up again when he moved up to the top. Fucking hell, Maureen, it was fucking enormous! I went over and knelt down at the side of him so I could get a better look, and I told him not to stop, it was his punishment.

After a bit, I just reached out and grabbed it off him and started to wank him just like he'd been doing himself. While I rubbed him off, he put his arm round me and put his hand up my dress at the back, wobbled my bum cheeks through my panties, then slipped his fingers back inside the elastic where they'd been earlier and started fingering my slot. Honestly Maureen, I was so wet, his big fingers just slipped right up inside my vagina, and I fell forward with the feeling of having him inside me. I went forward towards his prick and just took the end in my mouth while I carried on wanking it. He said to me 'fucking hell Susan, if you do that any more I'm going to spunk off in your mouth'. I stood up and took my dress off then my bra and panties and he lay me down on the bed and penetrated my cunt with his cock. It didn't last long, he only managed a few strokes and had to pull out to shoot off on my belly and tits. 

Afterwards, we just lay there holding onto one another and eventually he started rubbing himself against my hip until he got another stiffy. I told him he had to make me come this time, and as he fucked it up me he did just that -- I could feel my clit pressing against the base of his cock as he went into me and I wrapped my legs round him and pressed myself against him as he fucked his cock in and out of my cunt. I had a fucking massive orgasm, Maureen, and I told him I was cumming so that he knew he was giving it to me properly. When I'd finished I told him it was his turn but not inside me. He pulled out again and splashed a second load on me, only this time it went all over my cunt.

He stood up and collected his clothes from the floor, then leaned over me and stuck a finger right up inside my cunt hole and said 'our secret you little slag!'

And that was it, we've been fucking ever since. Normally he wears a rubber unless it's close to my period, then I let him spunk it up me. What a fucking life, eh Maureen?"

Maureen didn't speak for a moment, then broke the silence. "I don't know what to say Susan, I'm not sure whether to be mad at you, sympathetic or jealous. A bit of all three I suppose. I can't believe you've lost your virginity before me. I'm two months older than you, it should have been me first! What did he feel like inside you?"

"Big!" came the reply. "Too big at first, then really nice once you get used to it. I think it helped that I was already soaking wet for him. If you want, I can show you what it's like!"

"How the fuck do you propose to do that Susan, are you going to grow your own cock or something?"

"No, stupid, watch this." Susan went over to Maureen's dressing table and opened one of the drawers. The girls knew one another well enough by now to know exactly what was in all of the drawers in their respective bedrooms. Susan reached inside and took out a hairbrush with a pale blue, plastic handle. The handle was about 6 inches long, round, smooth and sculptured in shape. Susan sat back on the bed facing Maureen and leaned back against the wall. The handle of the hairbrush went down between Susan's open thighs and rubbed gently along the length of her slit, up and down from the vagina to the clitoris. After a few moments, Susan pushed the tip of the plastic handle past the fleshy folds of her cunt lips and into her wet vagina. Inch by inch, the whole thing went up inside her until the bristles were pushed firmly against the bushy pubic hair of Susan's cunt.

As Maureen watched, she took off her skirt and jumper leaving only her bra and panties. She then slipped down onto the floor to kneel right in front of where Susan was sitting on the bed, her face only inches from her friend's open cunt. As she knelt on the floor, Maureen's fingers went down inside her panties to play with her vagina while she watched Susan wanking off with the hairbrush. She moved closer and closer to Susan's cunt until she was right in between her friend's open thighs, her face pressed almost into the hairy cunt in front of her. Susan took out the hairbrush out of her cunt and said to Maureen, "Go on love, you give it a go. It's nice and wet now from my cunt juice."

Maureen stayed where she was, kneeling on the floor leaning forward over Susan's bed. She took the hairbrush, pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and slipped the handle right up inside her vagina in one easy move. She winced a little as she felt it enter her, but didn't stop. Instead, she smiled at her friend and fucked it in and out of herself while getting a good look at Susan's open cunt lips. After a few minutes of fucking motion, Maureen closed her eyes, put her face down into the bedclothes and shouted loudly as she came to orgasm on the cock-like brush. She could feel the tip of the handle hitting the top of her cervix as she fucked it up inside herself, and her left hand, folded underneath her, fingered her nipples while she came, heightening the sensation that ripped through her body from her cunt to the tips of her toes. 

Maureen removed the hairbrush and handed it back to Susan who took it and licked her tongue along the length of the plastic handle to taste the combined discharge of their respective vaginas. Maureen spoke.

"Susan, you know your brother? You don't think he'd be interested in fucking both of us do you?"

"Just what I was thinking myself!"

The two girls hatched a plan set a date. Susan went away from Maureen's house that afternoon and in the evening went to her brother's bedroom and persuaded him to take the following Wednesday off work. She explained that she'd told Maureen about their relationship, and that her friend wanted to watch them fucking. "She might even let you fuck her as well if you play your cards right," Susan told David. 

David didn't need much persuading, and the following Wednesday He and Susan drove the short distance to Maureen's house in David's car. They went inside and straight up to Maureen's room, Susan introducing her brother to her friend. Susan and David sat on one bed and Maureen on the other facing them. Susan told her brother he'd got to fuck both of them starting with herself, and with no hesitation, David's hand was all over the front of Susan's dress feeling her little titties through the material and her bra. They kissed with open mouths and tongues, and soon David had his hand up Susan's dress and down inside the front of her panties fingering her slippery cunt. Susan moaned with delight and rubbed the front of David's trousers to stiffen his cock, not that it needed any assistance. 

After a few minutes foreplay, Susan stood up and removed her dress, bra and panties, leaving only a pair of seamed, tan-coloured nylon stockings, a suspender belt and her shoes. Susan lay on the bed and David slipped off his trousers and underpants, discarding them on the floor next to Susan's dress. As Susan lay down on the bed, David reached inside his trouser pocket for a condom, but Susan told him, "It's OK, you don't need it, I've only just finished my period, you can do it up me. You'd better save the rubber for Maureen, We can't have you giving her a baby, can we?"

David agreed, and as Susan opened her legs to let David inside her, he lay over her, propping himself up on his strong arms while Susan reached down between their bodies to grasp his stiff cock. She gently rubbed the end of his shaft up and down her slot as if she were wanking her clit with it, then slowly pushed the bulbous head downwards until it disappeared into the fleshy folds of her cunt. David pushed forwards and lay down with his weight on top of Susan, kissing her fully on the mouth. She responded, and lifted her stocking-clad legs high into the air and wide apart to accommodate her brother's fucking motion.

As they fucked, Maureen stripped off all her clothes in readiness for her 'turn' and sat on the bed watching the action. She found that by moving her position to the end of her bed, she could get a full view of David's thick prick as it entered Susan's vagina, and watched it glistening with the juice from inside. Maureen looked on and used one hand to squeeze and pinch her erect nipples and the other to masturbate her clitoris. She felt close to an orgasm, but didn't want to spoil the pleasure of having her first cock inside her when Susan had finished with David.

David's fucking action got faster and faster, and he wobbled Susan's tiny little titties with his right hand and rubbed her nipples hard as he kissed her. Susan's breath was coming in shorter and shorter bursts, and her face was flushed bright red as she approached her climax on David's cock. Without further warning, Susan let out a breathless cry of "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." as she ground her pelvis forward onto her brother's cock, feeling the sensation of her orgasm rock through her body. Her legs, still wide open and high in the air, shook uncontrollably in her climax and she squeezed her brother tightly around his back with her arms until the cum had subsided within her. As she got her breath back, David's pace slowed and they looked lovingly at one another, still with a lazy fucking motion going on between them. Susan's legs went down and her shoes rested on the bedclothes either side of David's strong thighs.

Susan looked over at Maureen and said to her brother, "Fucking hell David, look at this -- Maureen's having a wank!" 

David looked over to see Maureen completely naked, legs open, one hand on her tits and the fingers of her other hand up her cunt slot. All he could manage to say was "Oh, you fucking slag..." as he went bright red in the face, and stiffened from head to toe as he pumped his seed deep into his sister's belly. He gave a few short thrusts into her spunky cunt to get the last few jets of cum out, then collapsed onto the bed alongside Susan.

Without a delay, David stood up, pulled on his clothes and said to the two naked girls "Sorry love, I don't think I've got enough left for Maureen as well, and I'd better get to work anyway -- they'll be expecting me." With that, and without a further word, David left the house and drove away. 

Disappointment didn't even begin to cover the devastation Maureen felt at having been so close to losing her virginity, and yet so far. Susan, as usual, had got all the action leaving Maureen with nothing. "Sorry love, he's a complete shit at times," Susan told her friend by way of consolation as she lay on the bed recovering from her fuck and cum. I don't suppose you've got a flannel have you?"

Maureen went to the bathroom and rinsed a dark blue flannel under the hot tap before wringing it out and taking it to her friend. Susan knelt up on the bed and said to Maureen "Well, you must have had some effect on him, he's done more spunk than he's done in the last 6 months put together!" The girls laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, and Susan held the blue flannel under her open cunt to catch all the sperm from inside her as it ran down from her vagina over her labia and dribbled down in thick, runny rivulets into the cotton. The white sperm stood out starkly against the blue of the flannel and Maureen was transfixed by it, longing to put her hand up to her friend's spunky cunt to feel the filthy seed as it ran downwards. Maureen heard herself say "What does it taste like, Susan?"

"Doesn't taste like much really, just slimy and salty. David's done it in my mouth a couple of times when I've been on my period, sometimes I swallow it and sometimes I just spit it out into a tissue. Here, have a taste."

She offered the flannel to Maureen who put a finger into the spermy mess, scooped some up and brought it up to her mouth. Delicately, she put the tip of her tongue out and carefully tasted it, then put the whole finger in her mouth and sucked it dry. "Not as bad as you'd think, really," she said.

Susan was using the filthy flannel on her cunt to get the last few drops off herself, and Maureen said to her, "Give it here Susan, you're getting it everywhere. Lay back." 

Susan did as she was told, and Maureen pressed her stockinged thighs apart to get a better view of her cunt. She gently rubbed the flannel along her friend's slot and said, sorry Susan, you're still absolutely covered my darlin'!" There was no warning given to what she did next, and no build up, just a natural and instinctive movement. Maureen put her head down between the stocking tops which hugged Susan's thighs and pressed her tongue right into Susan's slit, concentrating the tip on the clitty at the top of her friend's piss flaps. 

Susan responded with shock, but could only manage to say, very slowly, "Oh...fucking...hell...!" Maureen licked away at Susan's cunt like an expert, and as (it is said) only a woman can. Susan was still hyper-sensitive down there from her earlier orgasm on David's cock and was unsure whether she'd be able to manage another one despite being licked out by Maureen's tongue. As Maureen's tongue flicked away at the spermy slot, Susan's hands went instinctively to her breasts where her finger tips made gentle, circular motions over her nipples to stimulate her yet further. She felt the waves of sexuality spread from her nipples down to the wetness between her leg and soon she was beyond the point of no return. She bucked her hips upwards and reached down and pushed on Maureen's head to press the sucking and licking mouth harder onto her cunt, and began to utter the words, "This is so fucking rude Maureen, lick me out, suck me off and make me cum. This is so fucking rude, I'm cumming, I'm cumming... ooh God, ooh god, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it..."

Maureen had to hang on tightly to keep her mouth pressed to Susan's slot during her friend's orgasm, as the stocking-clad thighs were pressing together so much they were almost pushing Maureen away. One last guttural cry told Maureen that Susan had finished her sexual climax, as did the residue which had poured from her friend's vagina during the intense internal contractions, a mixture of Susan's cum juice and the remains of David's sperm. 

Maureen reached for the dark blue flannel, folded it to find a clean corner and used it to wipe the wetness from around her mouth, then moved up the bed to lay alongside Susan. They lay together, caressing and holding one another tightly as the next few minutes passed, then Susan said "I think it's your turn, what do you think?" 

"Alright then," was Maureen's response, "why don't you start by telling me the rudest thing you and David have ever done together, and don't be shy about the details if you want me to cum quickly!"

Susan thought about it then propped herself up on one elbow facing Maureen and started to speak. As she did so, Maureen, laying on her back with her legs wide apart, began to masturbate herself as she listened. "On day when I was having my period and couldn't fuck, David took me to the pub knowing that when we got home mum and dad wouldn't be there. I was desperate for a piss when we got back, but David wouldn't let me go to the toilet, telling me that I had to 'perform' for him. I didn't know what he meant, so he led me into the back garden and told me I had to use the outside loo instead of upstairs. I didn't mind that, but he propped the door open and told me I wasn't allowed to close it, then he went inside the back door and stood in the kitchen, and told me to take off my skirt and panties. I didn't do it at first because not only could he see me through the kitchen door, but if our neighbours had looked out they could have seen me as well. I could have had an audience watching me pissing, Maureen, I was so embarrassed!

Trouble is, I was so desperate to go that I had no choice so I took off my skirt, panties and jumper and stood there wearing just my shoes and bra. He told me to stand up to do it so I had to put one foot either side of the toilet bowl while he looked at me. He got his cock out and started playing with himself and I stood there in full view, at first not able to start! I told him I couldn't go, so he came over to me and put a finger on my slot and rubbed it gently up and down my crease. Eventually, I told him I was about to start so that he could move his hand out of the way in time, but he just told me to do it on his cock! As my piss started to come out, a dribble at first, he stood close to me and stuck his stiff prick under the flow so my piss went all over it. He was soaked, and it went absolutely everywhere except in the toilet! He was wanking his cock really fast as I did it on him, then he bent down, picked up my panties and emptied his filthy load into the gusset while I stood there finishing off! My panties were soaked in piss from having been on the floor and he did absolutely loads of cum in the material of the gusset, I thought he was never going to stop!"




The Neighbour's Secrets



In a rushed, faltering voice suggesting the approach of an orgasm, Maureen, wanking herself faster and faster, asked why he'd chosen to cum in her panties. Susan replied that she thought men liked to do it in girls' dirty panties, it turned them on. Something to do with the smell, where they've been and the feel of the material against the sensitive underside of the cock. "I'm always finding my worn panties in David's room, all stiff where he's wanked his sperm into them. He takes them from the laundry basket and uses them in his room. I often find mum's big ones in there too after he's been spunking off into them. Mum must have a filthy cunt and bum hole because her panties are disgusting, but it seems to fetch David's cum from what I can tell. If I'm honest, seeing David's spunk in the gusset of my knickers turns me on too, so I usually give myself a good fingering-off when I find them." 

Maureen's eyes were clamped tightly shut and she bucked and heaved her pelvis up and down as her finger wanked her randy cunt to a huge orgasm. She called Susan a 'dirty fucking bitch' as she came, eventually sighing loudly as she straightened her legs and lay flat on the bed. 

"You asked for rude, darlin'" Susan said!

After that day, their sexual affair continued once a week on Maureen's day off and extended to mutual masturbation, licking, inserting the hair brush and other different cock-like objects, especially with dirty talk to heighten the pleasure, but David never came over to Maureen's house again. He met a girl soon after their encounter and moved with her into a flat near Crawley. Susan's affair with him ended and the two girls therefore just had each other.

When Maureen was in her mid-twenties, her mother was diagnosed with a degenerative disease and was soon too ill to work, so spent her days at home. She had to visit a hospital in North London twice a week (in those days called the Holloway Hospital, where I got the 'hoho' part of my Literotica user name from) for treatment to one of the side-effects of the illness and soon the journey became too much from Sussex. It was then that Maureen moved to the street in North London where I now live so that journeys to the hospital would be simpler. The sale of their house in Sussex netted them considerably more than they had to pay for the new house, and the extra cash was invested for Maureen's mother's care. Susan and Maureen kept in touch, but journeys to meet one another became more difficult and within a year of the house move, they'd lost touch except by the occasional letter. Soon after moving, Maureen's mother became confined to bed and Maureen had to give up work to be a full-time carer. Maureen's father continued in his work as an accountant in the City.

Maureen cared for her mother full time, seven days a week for almost 40 years with no time off for holidays or to spend on her own. Her life was thoroughly dominated by the situation at home. Thus, she never met a man with whom to have a relationship in all that time. Things were to take a different turn for Maureen's sexual activity though, in a way she could not easily have predicted.

By the time Maureen was in her late twenties, her routine with her parents was already well established. They paid for a cleaning lady once a week, among whose duties it was to do the laundry and the ironing. On the cleaner's weeks off, Maureen had to do this too, and on one of these occasions she noted something which at first she couldn't explain, until, that is, her friend Susan's words came back to her...

As Maureen emptied the dirty laundry that day from the basket, she picked up a pair of her own panties and found them to be soaking wet as if they'd been washed, wrung out and replaced. At first, Maureen had no explanation, she couldn't remember doing this herself, her mother couldn't leave her room and the cleaner hadn't been in for a week -- this was a lacy white pair of cotton panties she'd worn only a couple of days ago. It therefore had to be her dad, but what on earth could he.... 

Maureen's question to herself hung in her mind unfinished as she recalled what Susan had said about men and girls' panties: "men like to do it in girls' dirty panties, it turns them on. Something to do with the smell, where they've been and the feel of the material against the sensitive underside of the cock..."

If this was true, and Maureen could think of no other explanation, then her dad was using her panties for the purposes of sexual titivation and masturbation!! A simple test would confirm it.

Maureen had put on clean panties that morning as usual, but she put the same pair on the next day and the day after that so that they were sticky, damp, smelly and stained in the gusset. On the evening of the third day she told her dad that she was going for a bath, during which time she laid the stained and soiled white panties out on top of the other clothes in the laundry basket. After her bath, she dressed in a nightie and dressing gown and went downstairs to join her dad watching telly. At about 10:00 her dad announced he was going to bed and said goodnight. Maureen heard him go to the bathroom then go to his room at the back of the house and get into bed. After about half an hour, she went upstairs, looked in the laundry basket and sure enough the panties she'd placed there so conspicuously has disappeared. The dirty fucker!

Maureen went to bed thinking about the difficulties this presented. Her dad was using her soiled panties for the purposes of masturbation, but who could blame him? He was only human after all and not old by any means, yet he had no sexual contact with his wife at all, nor would he ever have. There was a chance he would seek his pleasure elsewhere, perhaps taking a love or even visiting prostitutes. She would hate the thought of her father doing that. In the circumstances, it was preferable that he should be wanking himself even if he were using her own underwear for the purpose. But did that mean he was harbouring fantasies of her, his own daughter? That was something she may never know, but the more she thought about the whole thing the more her sense of duty took over and the more guilty she felt that she'd neglected this natural part of her family's life -- her father's physical needs.

Maureen lay in bed thinking about Susan and how it had started with her brother. The way her friend had described things, it seemed perfectly natural that they should be in a relationship, so why should it be very different with her and her father? She also remembered how as a young woman she used to masturbate while thinking about her dad's cock and what she'd like him to do with it. All these things went round in her mind until she resolved to do something about it -- and it would start the very next day. 

Next day was a Saturday and as usual Maureen's day was occupied with caring for her mother's every need, so during the day she didn't see much of her dad. That evening, she repeated the panties-in-the-laundry-basket routine and waited until she knew her father would be safely in bed, hopefully with her panties, and on this particular occasion her tan-coloured tights too, which she had worn all day and which were discarded in the laundry basket with the white panties. 

When she was sure her dad was in bed, she went upstairs and knocked on his door. After a few seconds, the reply came "hello.."

"Hi dad, may I come in?"

Maureen entered to see her father sitting up in bed, his back resting against the headboard and his knees bent forming a sort of 'tent' under his duvet. Maureen went in and sat on the edge of his double bed and told him she'd been getting worried that she was neglecting his needs. He asked what on earth she could mean and she deliberately appeared shy and reticent, even though it was all planned out in her mind. "Well, dad, I'm the one looking after all the family matters and I know you and mum can't have a relationship any more, and I just wondered if there was anything I could do to make things easier for you?"

"Maureen, don't be silly, I'm fine -- you know me, always alright in the end!" he replied, stoically. Maureen wasn't put off. 

"Dad, I know you have your needs, and I'm an adult now the same as you. I know what it is you want, the same thing that we all do. We all just need some company and some physical relief. I'm the same as you, dad, we all need the same thing." For a few minutes, her dad put on a show of protesting even though Maureen knew he was thinking about the possibilities. 

"Darling, I could never ask you to do anything inappropriate, now could I?"

"Dad, don't worry, I'd like to help you and it'll always be our secret, I promise. I'd just like you to have a look at me. Here..." 

Maureen took off her dressing gown and laid it on the foot of the bed then stood before her father and lifter her nightie at the front so that the hem came up to her belly, exposing the dark triangle between her legs. "It's OK dad, I don't mind you looking, in fact I want you to. I'd like to do this for you. Please, have a look." 

She moved closer to her dad and noticed that he couldn't take his eyes away from her pubic region. She also saw that the duvet was moving up and down in the area of his genitalia as he toyed with his penis under the bedclothes. 

Without averting his gaze from her bushy cunt, Maureen's father spoke to her. "Oh my darling, you shouldn't be doing this, it's so wrong. You shouldn't show me what you've got down there, I won't be able to stop myself. I think I'm going to finish..."

He broke off as he ejaculated under the duvet, his penis spurting its load onto his belly, unseen by Maureen but perfectly obvious to her. Her father looked up and into her eyes, and almost wept with the shame of what he'd done, but with gratitude for the beautiful thing his daughter had done for him. Maureen let her nightie down, said goodnight and went to bed.

Nothing was spoken about this the following morning, and they both knew they had to the whole Sunday to edge uncomfortably around each other. In the evening as her father stood at the kitchen sink doing the dishes, Maureen went to his side and put her hand on his shoulder. "Dad, I really want to help you, you know like we did last night. I'd really like to if you'll let me."

Without looking up from the sink, he simply replied "Alright dear".

"I'll come to your room tonight, I've got a present for you," Maureen said.

That night Maureen went into his room as before to find him in the same position. She closed the door behind her and said "I've got something you might like". She lifted her nightie to reveal a pair of tan coloured nylon tights and a pair of large, white cotton panties underneath.

"That looks very beautiful Maureen" her father said softly. Maureen hooked her fingers under the tights and panties and pulled them slowly down over her thighs with a 'swishing' nylon sound as they came off. She pushed them down all the way over her knees and off her feet, then gathered them together so that the gusset of her panties was uppermost with the tan tights in a bundle below. She went to her father's side and handed them to him. "Here you are dad, I'd like you to use these tonight. You know what I mean, don't you? I'd like you to look at me and use my tights and panties to catch your semen. It's OK, it's perfectly alright for you to do it, I'd like to see it please, if that's OK."

"Alright darling, if you'd like to."

She handed the tights and panties to him and he quickly took them below the bedclothes. Maureen lifted her nightie again and let her father look at the bushy triangle between her legs. "Is that what you'd like to see, dad?" she asked. "Here, have a closer look." She moved closer to the bed so she was in touching distance. Again, like last night, the familiar movements below the covers as his hand caressed his cock with her tights and panties. 

She slowly lifted her nightie higher and higher and said "would you like to see these too?" She allowed her titties to flop out from below her nightie in full view of her father, his hand going faster on his cock all the time. Maureen's nightie came off over her head leaving her there completely naked as her father masturbated himself under the bedclothes. Gently, she reached out and took the duvet away from his body and pushed it back to one side exposing his furious wanking underneath. He was red with embarrassment, and made a feeble attempt to cover himself up, but Maureen was having none of it. "There, there now, it's alright, let's have a look at you. I'd like to see you do it for me please."

Maureen took the panties from around her father's cock and said to him "Here you are, put them up to your mouth and nose and have a good smell of the gusset. You can lick them too if you like. It' OK dad, I don't mind you doing it if it helps you -- you'll be able to smell my vagina in them, I think you'll like that..."

He pressed his daughter's tights and stained cotton panties to his face and savoured the acidic aroma of her cunt as he buried his nose within the material. Next, he took the sticky panties and licked repeatedly along the length of the gusset to get every last trace of cunt-flavoured discharge off the cotton material. As he did this, he stared at Maureen's naked cunt and tits and wanked his cock furiously to bring himself to his climax. When he did so, Maureen watched closely as his thick cum blobbed out of the slit in the end of his cock and dropped down into his naval where it formed a thick, sticky pool. When he'd finished his orgasm and his cock had gone flaccid, Maureen took the tights and panties from her father and gently, and lovingly, used them to wipe the sperm from his cock and belly button. When she was sure she'd got every last drop she covered him up with the duvet, replaced her nightie and said to him, "I'll leave my underwear in the laundry basket for you to use anytime you like. You can finish inside them if you like, just put them back and I'll wash them for you afterwards."

"Thank you dear, you're very sweet," he replied.

A pattern emerged from this. Most nights, Maureen's father would use her dirty panties for masturbating into, leaving them, full of sperm, on top of the laundry in the basket from where they'd come. Saturday night became their 'special' night when Maureen would go into his room and allow him to look at her naked body while he savoured the smell and feel of her tights and panties, wanking himself off into their dirty gusset while she looked on. Things developed, and soon Maureen was assisting her father by taking his cock in her hand and masturbating him to a climax while he sniffed and licked her panties.

One night, she put his cock in her mouth and sucked him until he came to his orgasm, shooting his entire load of sperm into her mouth. She didn't swallow it, but instead took his floppy cock out of her mouth and spat the spunky load into her dirty panties that he'd been playing with while he still held them up to his mouth. All his sperm, mixed with Maureen's saliva, dribbled from her mouth into the soiled panties, some of it spilling and going onto his face. Maureen used the panties to wipe him up then, as usual, dressed and retired to her room.

An idea occurred to Maureen one day which she thought she'd try on her father. She didn't know whether he would enjoy it or object to it, but she decided to try it the following Saturday night anyway. 

As usual, Maureen went into his room with her soiled underwear, but also with a clean pair of tights and little cotton panties. She stripped off her clothes, and as her father lay naked in bed, told him she was going to put some things on him to wear. She slipped the little cotton panties over his feet and up his legs, pulling them high up and tightly around his stiffening cock and balls. Then, the same with a pair of tights, pulling them up too. Soon, her father's cock was erect and sticking out of the top of her panties but was still inside the pale tan-coloured tights which flattened it against his belly. She started to rub the sensitive, soft underside of his prick through the nylon material of the tights while caressing his face with her soiled panties, lingering around his nose and mouth so he could smell and taste her cunt juice on them. As she did this, she spoke softly to him, "There you are, that's right, you're just like a sexy girl in my tights and panties aren't you? Are you going to have your girly cum for me? Are you going to shoot your girly cum in my tights? That's right, let me see how much you can do, all you girly sperm in my tights. That's a good girl, do it in there, finish off in there for me. Can you smell my vagina in my panties? Does it taste nice? Does it taste like mum's vagina? I bet you like to lick it for me wouldn't you? would you like to touch my vagina? Here you are then, touch it for me now..."

Her father hesitatingly reached out and put his hand between his daughter's legs, letting his fingers find their way between the warm, damp folds of her big, soft labia. With a sting, she felt one of his fingers enter her vagina very roughly and she winced, but let him keep it inside there. He worked it in and out of her cunt for a few moments and very soon the feel of her cunt, the smell of her panties on his face and the caress of her hand through the tights on his cock was all he could bear, and he was shooting his filthy white deposits into her tights and onto his belly. He removed his finger from his daughter's cunt, and she, as randy as it's possible to be, put her own hand down there and rapidly fingered her own clitty until she came while her father looked on covered in sperm. Her body went into several hard spasms as she shuddered to her climax, Maureen pinching hard on her nipples to heighten the sensation as it did so. 

The game progressed, and dad was allowed to touch Maureen's cunt and tits, she would wank him or suck him off into her mouth, and she often masturbated herself to orgasm at the same time.

Her father loved the dressing up part, and this aspect became more and more sophisticated. Soon, Maureen had shaved his legs and was dressing him in stockings and suspenders, little frilly panties, a short pleated skirt that belonged to her mother, a bra stuffed with cotton wool and a tight-fitting, pink woollen jumper on top. She went to work on him with her mother's make up, becoming something of an expert at transforming his appearance. She had purchased a number of different wigs for him to wear, some blonde and some black or dark brown, and different pairs of shoes, all strappy little high-heels. The transformation was amazing, his slight build and small features made him look just like a girl with all the clothing and make-up on. They both agreed that when he was wearing the 'gear' he would be called Sarah, not dad.

With some persuading, 'Sarah' accompanied Maureen outside the house and along the street, only when dark, and quickly returning to the house for sex -- not full intercourse, but usually mutual masturbation. On one of these quick trips outside they saw a neighbour that they both knew well, but she just said "hello Maureen" and passed by without looking at 'Sarah' at all. Sarah's confidence grew and 'she' was soon going out with Maureen in the daytime, just to the supermarket or into town for coffee. They chose hidden-away coffee bars with dark rooms so that Sarah could remain hidden as much as possible. The truth is, Sarah was so convincing that no-one ever looked twice at her, just assuming that it was two girls out in town together. 

One night, they ventured into a local pub where they had a few drinks before walking home. On the way back, they walked down a long, badly-lit, narrow alley leading to the canal footpath. Here, they stopped, Maureen lifted Sarah's skirt, took out her cock and held it while Sarah emptied her bladder against the fence. Maureen shook the piss from the end of Sarah's cock and instead of putting it back in her panties, knelt down and took it in her mouth and sucked it until it was stiff. As she did so, Maureen caressed Sarah's legs through her stockings and her bum through the cotton panties, then slowly worked her fingers into Sarah's panties at the back and carefully inserted a finger into her tight brown anus. Sarah bent her knees slightly to allow Maureen better access to her little brown bum hole, and as Maureen sucked and wanked the stiff erection into her mouth, she felt Sara's balls tighten as they began to empty their load. The whole lot went into Maureen's mouth, not spilling a drop anywhere, and as Sarah's climax finished, Maureen took her finger from inside the little shit hole at the back, stood up and kissed Sarah firmly on the lips transferring the spermy load into her mouth. Back and forth the spunk went between the 'girls' mouths until all that was left was a few drops of saliva.