3 comments/ 48630 views/ 6 favorites Neighbourly Ladies Ch. 01 By: maudecardy This story is set in England, so the words used are English not American. It tells of two ladies finding themselves, so please don't read it if you don't like this idea. * When my husband was promoted and we had to move house I knew I would lose most of my close friends. It was a new life and as I was in my late forties it worried me very much. It was made even more difficult as my husband had to travel overseas quite a lot which meant I would be on my own for long periods. My husband Tom couldn't see any problems and just shrugged his shoulders and said: "Well Margaret, this is where we live and you just have to make the best of it." I felt so alone. Then I chatted a few times over the garden wall with my next door neighbour who was about my age and seemed to have a lot of time on her hands. It was a godsend. I was so grateful, as she seemed so lovely and homely. She was a bit shorter than me at about 5 foot 4 or so, with a petite but stocky build and greying hair cut short, and that welcoming smile. I thought she looked quite a bit older than me, as my hair remained fair thanks to a little bottle, and I kept it shoulder-length, usually just combed free. Oh, and I'm called Margaret, by the way. My friendship with Elizabeth seemed to blossom so quickly. When I went into her house, she was always welcoming me with a warm kiss and a hug. Her warmth took me by surprise at first, but soon I was hugging her back, and looking forward to her kissing my lips. When we visited each other like this we didn't dress up specially - we would usually be wearing just an old dress or a skirt and jumper. I did notice that Elizabeth's favourite clothes when she was at home on her own were usually a nice light skirt and a woolly jumper or cardigan. She did seem to like them tight across her chest, and was quite well endowed in that area, though not fat anywhere else. She explained once that ever since she was a child she had always liked the feeling that wool gave her, so nice and soft against her skin. I liked jumpers too as they were easy to wear yet looked nice enough around the house. Often I'd just have an old cardie on over my bra, then just knickers and a skirt, to make it easy for dressing! Gradually I got more used to her open friendly nature and actually started to look forward to our hugging and kissing when she met me in the hallway. After a couple of weeks she did go a little over the top when she started to let her hand slip down to feel my breasts but here again it was pleasant and I quickly started to enjoy the fondling. It started by accident - or was it - when she tripped and nearly fell, reaching out to hold me and stroking against my breast. Then she somehow just made it feel so natural that when we kissed to say hello she would cup one of my breasts in her open hand. She was very gentle but certainly new how to arouse me, especially when she brushed against my nipples - it just felt so good. I am not sure quite how it happened but on one afternoon when I went round, just wearing my normal pale blue cardigan and a simple dark blue knitted skirt, I could see that her pink cardigan was unbuttoned rather more than normal. As we drew closer for our hello kiss, I could see the bottom three buttons of the pretty pink v-neck were fastened but the top four buttons were completely undone, leaving her cardie top hanging open. Not only were her breasts clearly visible, mostly out of her bra, but I could see the edge of both her nipples too. She was a naturally more dominant woman, whereas I have always tended to be sort of timid and submissive. Her forward attitude had shocked me but I think I wanted it deep down. I certainly couldn't take my eyes of her breasts as she showed off for me. Then she pulled me closer into a cuddle and ran her hand up the back of my cardie, feeling my bra strap on the way. It felt so nice to be held and wanted, that I just let her hands move where they wanted, and soon she'd slipped a hand behind me under my skirt and was playing with my pantied bum. It felt so naughty, but I just let her do it, feeling somehow safe in her hands, and very cosy cuddling her soft woolly back as we nuzzled each other's necks. I felt amazed and embarrassed, but loved it all the same, when she whispered: "Feel my tits Margaret". I couldn't believe my ears. I felt very daring as I slipped my hand inside her cardie and not only felt her breasts but physically lifted them outside her cardigan. Her breasts felt so warm and soft, but her nipples hardened quickly as I stroked over them. She let me carry on playing and stroking for maybe two or three minutes, then she gave me a big kiss on my lips. "Oh yes!" she smiled at me, "That feels so good to have my breasts played with nicely by a gentle loving girl. Chris just doesn't know how to get it right - it's either too rough or too quick! Is your Tom any better?" "Well," I replied, "When we've got the time he can be quite loving, but too often he just seems to want to get his end away, if you know what I mean, then he goes to sleep leaving me wanting rather more." "Well, that's men for you isn't it?" she said, stroking her hands right down the back of my cardie and making me quiver. "Would you like me to play with you a little more now, as a special thank you?" I couldn't think what to say to start with, but smiled as it seemed a nice idea. "Well if you'd like to, Elizabeth," I said, with my hands still cupping her breasts. "In that case, let's do it properly, shall we? Why don't we both take off our bras, then slip our cardies back on again? That way we still look decent and keep warm, but we can play nicely at the same time. Come on into the lounge, and let's do it!" So we walked further up their hall to the lounge at the back, where Elizabeth stood in the middle of the room, and facing away from me, slipped off her pink cardie then undid her bra, dropping it to the big armchair before slipping her cardie back on. She'd turned round before I'd even started, leaving her cardigan now hanging open and her full breasts just hanging forward exposed for me, waiting to be stroked. "Maybe I'd better help you a little!" she smiled. "Just turn around and slip off your cardie for me, and then I'll undo your bra." So I just did as she said, fumbling a little with the buttons in my excitement, but slipping it off and holding the soft wool in my right hand. I felt her fingers at my bra strap, then the sudden release as she opened it. She slipped the straps off my shoulders, and I pulled the bra forwards and let it slip to the chair. It felt so naughty to be topless in her house, even if I was facing away from her, so I quickly pulled by cardie back on again, feeling more secure as I began doing up the buttons. "Oh don't button up too fast, Margaret, let me have a good look at you first - come on, turn round and let's look at each other's titties!" I felt I shouldn't, but it was all so nice at the same time, so why shouldn't I? I had certainly liked looking at her breasts, which were bigger than mine, with darker nipples. So with only the bottom two buttons of my cardie done up, and my breasts only half hidden by the soft blue wool, I turned around. "There," I said, "is that what you wanted to see?" I was surprised by my own forwardness as I put my hands on my hips and let her gaze at my breasts. "Mmmm, yes it is!" smiled Elizabeth, "and what nice titties you have, Margaret. So much perter than mine, and with those delightful little nipples. Can I stroke you please? Just put your hands behind your head for me." So I did as she asked, feeling suddenly more vulnerable as the wool pulled back, completely showing off my breasts to my neighbour. She moved towards me, smiling and holding out her hands. Suddenly there was a magical feeling as she scooped my breasts in her palms, letting her fingers just tingle gently around the sides before squeezing me gently and exploring their shape.. Then I let out as gasp as she brushed over my nipples, both at once. "Oh, did I catch you, dear?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes but carrying on with her stroking motion. "No, it was just a surprise, that's all - my nipples are very sensitive." Then I wished I'd not said that, as she moved her finger and thumb around each one. I knew I'd just give in if she kept going like that, as it went straight to my pussy and made me melt. I think she knew too, as that's just what she did. After a few minutes I was breathing more heavily and feeling so aroused. "Shall we sit down on the sofa now?" she smiled. "It seems silly to be standing when we could lie back a little. And I don't think we need to crease our skirts, do we? Let's leave them on the chair with our bras." So she let go of my breasts, and just unzipped her skirt, revealing her white 'old lady' style knickers, which clung tightly to her ample body. She watched as I unclipped my skirt, then unzipped it too, letting it fall to the floor and carefully putting it on the chair. I don't know why I'd put on a thong that day instead of my usual bikini panties, but that's all I had on - a flesh coloured thong that stretched tightly over my pussy, and from the back revealed my bottom cheeks naked to the world. "Oh what pretty panties!" smiled Elizabeth, sitting on the sofa, arms outstretched with her cardigan now framing her breasts. "Do give me a twirl, dear!" So with my cardie still only done up with two buttons, I turned around in front of my neighbour, showing off the tightness of my panties at the front - and my naked bottom cheeks behind. "Oh my!" she said, "What a nice firm bottom you have dear - but that thong looks so tight over your pussy. Does it cut in at all? I've often thought that thongs must be so uncomfortable, pulling up tightly over your pussy between your legs, and straight up your botty crack." "No, it feels fine!" I smiled, "and it gives you a nice free feeling too." "Well come and sit down next to me, Margaret, and let's get back to your gorgeous titties!" So I sat down on her right hand side, and she inched nearer so our hips were touching, her skin warm against mine. "Now where were we?" she asked, before leaning her left hand across and scooping up my right breast. It felt wonderful to have her warm fingers explore over my titty, slipping under my cardie to feel it fully, then coming back to my nipple. She rested her right elbow on my shoulder, and draped her other hand down over my left breast, giving me wonderful feelings of pleasure as she fondled and teased me. I guess I could have felt her too, but somehow I felt overwhelmed by it all, so my hands stayed on the sofa. Gradually she seemed to lean on me as I moved over into a half-lying position, resting my head on the arm of the sofa, while she carried on her stroking and fondling. My breathing was getting harder now, as all that nipple play was making me get quite damp and squidgey between my legs. "You seem to be enjoying this, Margaret!" smiled Elizabeth. "You can stroke my titties too if you'd like. Here, let me move round a little." She moved off the couch so she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. Then she just grabbed my left leg and put it on the couch, leaving my right leg on the floor with her sitting between my now wide open legs. I knew she could see my panties so clearly, and probably a damp patch too, but somehow it didn't seem to matter as she put her hands around my breasts again, motioning down for me to do the same to her. Her hands on my nipples felt so gorgeous that I smiled broadly as she came back to stroke me some more. As I stroked her soft warm fleshy breasts I wondered if I was doing to her what she was doing to me. My breathing was now coming in short pants as she continued her arousal, and she kept on smiling at me as her fingers encircled my nipples and squeezed them tightly. Then it just seemed so natural when she moved her head forward to suck at my left nipple - which felt both outrageous and wonderful at the same time. Even more outrageous was the feel of her fingers on the inside of my thigh, hidden from my view, as they gently moved up towards my panties. It was so wrong, but felt so right as she reached right up to the dampness of my thong and her fingers flicked softly over my clitty. I sighed loudly, and she read my body so well, now moving purposefully to seek out my clitty and rub against it with her fingers and thumb over my thong. I was getting more and more worked up, still stroking her breasts but knowing she was going to take me, lying here on her sofa. As I lay back I felt my hips pushing up to her fingers as my body developed a rhythm of desire and arousal. I knew she would be able to take me now, so I just let her fingers slip under my panties, and moaned even more as she found my naked clitty, then slipped her fingers back to my vagina and gently slipped inside me. She'd managed to get her thumb to push against my clitty too, so I was in heaven as she finger-fucked me, kneaded my clitty and sucked my nipples all at the same time. I knew I wouldn't take long, and as the pleasure built up I just put my hands behind my head and let her take me all the way. I didn't feel I could stop her even if I wanted to. "Oh yes, Elizabeth, please!" I was begging. "I'm nearly there now, just keep that thumb on my clitty!" And as she kept up her fingering of my cunt so my panting began to reach a crescendo and she got me to cum for her. I cried out as I came, moving my hips frantically over her hand to get all the pleasure I could while she fingered me, and wanting the moment to last forever. She just carried on her pleasuring, knowing she'd brought her neighbour that intense personal pleasure she so needed. After a while I began to slow down, as my first orgasm died away. Then I realised the beauty of a woman fucking me, as she was quite able to carry on for more. I felt another orgasm come and moaned again as she carried on her pleasuring. Then there was a third little flutter too before my body began to calm down. She stopped her sucking of my nipples, but kept her finger inside me, as she looked up and smiled. "Well that seemed to work quite well, didn't it. Ready for another orgasm yet, dear?" I was both embarrassed and exhausted, yet knew my body wanted more. So I just lay back and shut my eyes. "Mmmm, I think so, please." was all I could manage for conversation. "Well you won't be needing these, then, will you?" she said. And I felt her pulling at my thong, and involuntarily I lifted my hips so she could peel the damp panties off. Now she could see me in complete nakedness, as my cardie had somehow come unbuttoned and was wide open, just keeping my arms warm. I felt her fingers exploring between my legs, and felt her move her body a little, then suddenly there was a wonderful new sensation at my clitty - she was licking me! I looked down to see the side of her head as she pushed her tongue harder at my clitty, making me melt again with wonderful pleasure. Soon she had her hands at work too, holding my legs right open then fingering up deep inside me as she licked and sucked at my clitty, nibbling it between her lips. It was just so naughty but I was beyond caring as her expert lips and tongue took my clitty to peak after peak of pleasure. My hips were now moving in time with her fingers again as she continued her finger fucking with at least two fingers right inside me. I just wanted more as her experienced movements brought me closer to the next inevitable orgasm. I forced myself to watch her as I neared the peak of pleasure, with her head now resting on my thigh while her mouth engulfed my clitty. She'd pulled the sleeves of her pink cardie up slightly and I could seem her arm moving in and out as I felt her fingers pushing up and down my vagina. Just an hour earlier we were ordinary neighbours, and now here she was sucking my naked cunt and finger fucking me. But my pleasure could not hold back, and as I shut my eyes I felt another amazing orgasm power over me, and I cried out in pleasure with my hips again thrashing wildly as she fingered me so well to my climax. I felt so squishy now, with juices pouring from me, and Elizabeth licking them all up. She kept on her pleasuring as I calmed down, ending up just resting her head on my thigh with her fingers slipping from my wetness. She smiled: "Well I think I've got to know my neighbour now, haven't I?" "Oh God yes," I panted, still breathing heavily. "But you won't tell anyone, will you? Tom would be distraught if he knew someone else had fucked me." "Don't worry, dear, we're just neighbours, after all. I won't tell Tom, and you won't tell Chris. Mind you he's such a wimp that he'd probably get aroused at the thought. Do you know I've often caught him wearing my..." and she trailed off. "What, Elizabeth?" I asked, nosily. "Well now's not the time, after such a pleasure, so I think we should get ourselves dressed again, and I'll go and put the kettle on." And with that she got up, bending down to give me a big kiss on the lips, before doing up her cardigan and slipping her skirt back on. Then she was gone out to the kitchen. I gingerly stood up, looking for my damp thong then realising it would be more comfortable without it on. I buttoned up my cardie and slipped on my skirt, sitting back in the sofa while the kettle boiled, my mind racing over the last hour of neighbourly love. © 2010 Maudecardy, with thanks to a little help from my friends Neighbourly Ladies Ch. 02 This story is set in England, so the words used are English not American. It continues after 'Neighbourly Ladies' Chapter 1, and tells of two ladies finding themselves, so please don't read it if you don't like this idea. * When Tom was at home we would sometimes go out for a meal together as a foursome. I was pleased that Tom got on so well with Elizabeth's husband Chris. I thought that he was a bit effeminate but he seemed nice enough. It was funny really as he would almost jump to attention when Elizabeth told him to do something. Anyone could see she was the boss. My husband Tom was totally different and it was noticeable that Elizabeth was very respectable when Tom was present. If Chris was with us on his own, Elizabeth seemed to ignore him, so I started to ignore him as well. One evening the four of us went out to dinner. I told Elizabeth that Tom had to leave for an overseas trip the next morning. She smiled. So did I. She knew I wanted to see her again. At the end of the meal she whispered: "Ring me as soon as he has gone!" So the morning after Tom had left I rang her to tell her that I was free and she told me to come around at 11 am. I agreed, and then she asked me: "What underwear are you wearing Margaret?" I told her I had some little skimpy bikini knickers on. She simply said: "That's no good, Margaret, I want you in tight white cotton panties. They are much more suitable for a woman of your age, and better for your pussy than that thong you wore last time." I don't know why I was so subservient but I simply answered: "Yes Elizabeth." Again it seemed so natural to ask: "What else would you like me to wear Elizabeth?" She went silent for a minute so I waited. Then she said "I want you in that nice beige sweater-dress." I asked: "Do you mean my short angora woollen dress, Elizabeth?" She laughed: "Yes Margaret. I'd like you in cuddly soft wool and nice white knickers. You should leave your bra off too." I don't know why but I felt so giggly. I let myself into her house - she'd lent me a spare key the week after we'd first moved in - and went into the lounge to see her sitting in their sofa wearing just the pink v-neck cardigan that she'd had on the last time we'd played, and plain tight white panties - no skirt at all. I gasped but somehow it didn't surprise me. She looked at me and smiled: "I do like you in that dress Margaret, and with no bra you look so cuddly and soft." I murmured gratefully: "Thank you Margaret." I couldn't understand myself. I was in my forties and yet I felt so thankful if she said anything nice to me. It got even more bizarre as I stood in front of her and she smiled: "You are a good little girl, aren't you Margaret, wearing just what I wanted and doing just what I say." "Well of course - I hope I'm polite enough for you Elizabeth." She nodded. "Pull your dress up Margaret, and let me see your panties." she ordered. I didn't even question it, and just pulled up the hem of my short dress, displaying my tight white cotton knickers. Again I felt relieved when she smiled: "You are a good girl for wearing just what I said. You do want to be a good little girl for Mummy, don't you Margaret?" I am 43 but felt in a dream as I heard myself answering: "Yes Mummy." She was sitting in front of me with her legs together, and opened her arms before telling me: "Come to Mummy, Margaret and kneel over me. Keep your legs apart to straddle mine." As I moved forward she pulled me partly on top of her so I grabbed the back of the chair, with my knees on the sofa, so I was left straddling her with my legs wide apart, feeling somehow vulnerable despite being on top of her. She pulled my head down and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue just licking at my lips. "Now I've got you where I want you!" she smiled, and I felt her arms encircling me then stroking down my back, feeling the softness of the wool, moving down to squeeze my pantied bottom. It was a ridiculous position for two women of our age but it felt so lovely as her hands stroked softly but firmly over the tight cotton of my panties. We stayed like that for ages as she fondled me, feeling round my waist under the dress, and over the soft wool where my breasts were hanging down. "Mmm," she murmured, "I do love the feel of your body under this soft wool. Your titties feel even more gorgeous than before, now they are hanging in front of me, and your bottom feels so nicely firm under your knickers. I can't wait to taste your pussy again, Margaret!" I flushed, but loved the feelings she was giving me, and in this position I just had to let her make all the moves. She moved both hands down to my panties, stroking over my bottom then getting closer to my cunt as she followed the line of the elastic round and slipped between my legs. Then she whispered up to me: "Undo my buttons, Margaret. Get Mummy's tits out." It was difficult to do from this position, but I did as I was old, reaching down with one hand to fumble at each button, as I had to keep my other arm on the back of the sofa to stop myself falling on her. Despite only having one hand, the buttons seemed to opened easily, and the soft woollen fabric just fell away with each button, until her beautiful big breasts were fully exposed and the wool hung each side of her, framing them prettily. As she put her hands between my legs and started to rub my panty gusset I started to moan but I knew how good she was and besides, straddling her like I was, I couldn't stop her anyway. Soon her fingers had wormed their way inside my panties, and I felt them tickling my cunt as the explored me further. I was feeling quite damp and squidgy now, so I opened my legs more and felt her fingers move gently inside me. She whispered: "Is this nicer than with your husband Margaret?" "Oh God yes Elizabeth, he's not gentle like you - he seems to think he can just push a finger in any time." "Is he any good at fucking you, Margaret?" It was a very personal question about the private side of my marriage but I had no hesitation in confessing "No, Elizabeth. He doesn't satisfy me at all. He usually just sticks himself in me, then pushes up and down till he's finished. That's when he can get hard enough to stick in me at all." "Well from now on Margaret, you will tell me every time he fucks you, or tries to. Then we will make love properly afterwards, to make up for it" I nodded. "Margaret?" she smiled. "Yes Elizabeth" "I will satisfy you fully. You know I will, don't you?" It didn't seem strange to me so I answered "Yes, I know you will Elizabeth, just like you did last time." "So now I will finger fuck you to start with, Margaret." I wasn't sure what she meant by 'to start with' but again I quickly replied: "Oh yes please, I want you to finger me Margaret." She knew I was nervous about Tom and she murmured: "I will fuck you whenever Tom is not around." I wasn't sure if she had used the word finger. I suddenly wondered about her husband so asked: "What about Chris, Elizabeth?" She didn't seem to understand the question. "What about him?" "Will we have to wait until he's gone out?" She laughed: "Don't worry about him Margaret. He will do as he is told. He's in his room now, probably looking at porn on the internet." Somehow I didn't doubt her power over him. Chris had a small build but his face was quite attractive. When I had mentioned it to Elizabeth the other day she had said 'I know Margaret he can be quite pretty'. It was a strange way to talk about her husband but I didn't dare ask any more. So Elizabeth continued her fingering of me, with me straddling her and watching her breasts wobbling as her fingers did their wonderful work. I just stayed still, taking in the beautiful feelings of my neighbour's fingers inside my knickers as she flicked at my clitty and pushed deep inside me. After a while I'd started a gentle rocking movement, pushing down on her as her fingers pushed up inside me, and relishing the fingering of my clitty with each thrust. "Mmmm well I think you're ready now, don't you?" she smiled up at me. "You won't cum very well in this position, so let's have you on the floor, with your dress pulled right up and your legs apart. Then I'll be able to get to you properly!" Feeling so strange, yet somehow so natural, I just did as she said, standing up first before sitting down on the big rug in the centre of the room. "Now just pull that dress up and lay back, with your legs wide apart, and your hands behind your head." she ordered. So I meekly did as I was told, feeling the cool air as it reached my cunt, and letting the soft wool of my dress crumple up around my shoulders. I felt totally exposed, yet somehow it all seemed perfectly normal. Maybe it was because she'd fucked me already, so I knew what pleasures she could give me. Elizabeth stood up, her breasts wobbling as she moved, and stood over me with her hands on her hips. "You are such a good neighbour, aren't you, doing just as I say? Now I'm going to give you a special treat!" And to my surprise she went out of the room. I heard some noises outside, and in a couple of minutes she was back, with a big black strap-on dildo at the front of her panties. I was shocked - but somehow couldn't think of what to say or do. "First a little sucking is in order, my dear, before I get on to the fucking!" she smiled, bending down between my legs and parting my folds with her fingers. I gasped as he tongue licked my clitty - she just did it so well. Then she was kissing and licking and sucking at me as my body gave in to her again. At the back of my mind was the black dildo, but somehow her pleasuring mouth was just too good to think of anything else. Then I felt her slip her fingers into me again, and I pushed down on her to welcome them back. God she was a good lover, always knowing what I wanted next, and giving it to me so skilfully. I was panting now and my hips writhing in her face as she got me more and more excited. Suddenly she pulled back and knelt up, and I saw again the black dildo strapped to her hips. It looked much bigger than Tom, both fatter and longer, but I was so far gone now that I didn't care. She inched towards me, then got into position, opening my wet lips with her fingers to push the dildo against me. "Oh, I almost forgot!" she smiled, just before she began to penetrate me. "It needs to be nice and wet before I push it in you, doesn't it, so I'll just come over for you to suck it a little." And she moved round to my head, lowering the tool to my mouth and pushing it into me. Subconsciously I just opened my mouth to take it in - and it was huge. I'd sucked Tom on a few occasions when he was particularly forceful, but he didn't feel anything like this size. So I just licked, tasting my own juices on the end, and sucked at it as Elizabeth looked down on me, smiling down as she pushed it into my mouth. But quite soon she pulled it back out again. "That'll do," she said, "It just needs to be wet for your cunt, not for your oral pleasuring." And she moved back between my legs, opening my folds again with her fingers before pushing the dildo into me. I gasped to start with, as it felt so big, but soon her fingers were flicking at my clitty, exciting me to relax as she gently pushed it further into me. As she leaned forwards to push it further up me, she slipped a hand up my dress to feel my nipple, and began thrusting with her hips, just like Tom did. The feel of her fingers on my nipple just melted me again, and I felt her pushing the dildo further and further up inside me, until I was taking it all and she was right on top of me. As she leaned forward further, so her head moved nearer to mine, and she moved down to kiss me, pushing her cunt-flavoured tongue into my mouth. My tongue met hers and we played, as her dildo thrusting continued with my hips now rising up to meet hers. Somehow she'd kept one hand down, and continued to flick and tease my clitty while she pounded me with her dildo, stroked my nipples and probed my mouth with her tongue. I felt so submissive with all her attention, but so delicious and squidgy at the same time. I knew I couldn't last long, so just enjoyed all the pleasures she was giving me as her hips pushed the dildo in and out of my willing cunt. I was breathing so hard now that she knew I was nearly there, and fingering me harder, she moved her head down to suck at my nipple under my dress. I was in heaven when I came, panting hard and crying out: "Oh, Elizabeth!" in between catching my breath. She seemed to love it too, pushing in and out much more actively than Tom ever did, as my orgasm flowed on and on. "Come on, Margaret!" she kept urging, "Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me!" It seemed to last forever, but slowly I realised I was coming down and looked around the room. I was sure I saw something at the doorway, but when I looked again it was gone. Had Chris been watching his wife fuck me? I shuddered at the thought. As I calmed down, Elizabeth smiled down at me. "Well you seemed to like that, Margaret, and you took Blackie very well for your first time, didn't you?" "Oh you are just so good at exciting me, Elizabeth." I said. "I can't help but cum when you please me so well!" "Well I'm glad you can take it, as my next job for you is to fuck me back. I'll not be giving you any second oral cumming till you've pleasured me, my girl. So I'll just pull Blackie gently out of your cunt, and then unstrap him so you can push him into mine!" So she slipped out of my stretched vagina, revealing the length that had just been up inside me, and stood up to undo the straps around her hips. "Come on, up you get!" she said, offering me her hand. As I stood up my dress slipped down over my breasts, resting on my hips. "No you'll need to lift it up a bit so as I can strap him on. Just open your legs a bit as there's a strap to go between them Sorry it's a bit damp." she said, looking up at me and grinning. After what we'd just done, her strapping the big black dildo on seemed just like a normal thing to do. The strap between my legs was very damp, and the hip strap pulled it tightly to my cunt as the big cock stood out in front of me. Elizabeth checked it for tightness, by holding the end and pulling it about. As she pushed it towards me I realised why she was so wet, as there was a ridge that just pushed perfectly against my clitty. "Now I'll just lie on that warm patch you've left me, and you can come down and fuck me. I think I'm pretty much ready, but you can finger me first to check!" and she pecked me on the cheek as she walked past, peeled her panties off, then lay on the floor, carefully arranging her cardigan so it hid her breasts, at least for the moment. She opened her legs wide, and put her hands behind her head, which meant her cardigan just slipped open, revealing her breasts sagging gently to each side. "Right Margaret - I'm ready for Blackie now, so come down here and fuck me please!" I'd never even fingered a girl before, but Elizabeth was just so wet that after the first shock of touching her cunt, it all seemed perfectly natural. Her clitty was obviously well aroused so I rubbed it with my thumb, smiling as she responded with a gentle moan. She must have shaved herself recently, as the skin was so soft and smooth all over her slippery cunt. Then I slipped a finger inside her and realised she was so big. Soon I had three fingers in and there seemed more space yet. I realised Blackie was made for her - probably unlike her wimpish husband. As she was getting more and more excited, I moved myself closer. "Are you ready?" I asked, nervously. "Oh yes, now come and fuck me Margaret, push Blackie straight into me!" So I did as I was told, marvelling at how easy it was to find the right spot and how readily her body took the huge dildo inside. Now I knew what it felt like to be a man fucking a woman! I relished the thought of dominating my neighbour for a short while with my big cock inside her, and realised I should pleasure her as she had me. So I slipped one hand down so that my finger could rub her clitty, and began some deep thrusts inside my neighbour's cunt. I watched her breasts wobble each time I thrust in, then concentrated on making them wobble more as I thrusted with a faster and faster motion. Elizabeth was moaning now as her orgasm neared, so feeling bolder I leaned my free arm forward and stroked at her nipples, squeezing them hard one after the other. That seemed to do the trick as now she was panting hard, her hips moving fast in response to mine as I pushed Blackie in and out of her squishy cunt. It was making quite a noise now as her juices and her body slid over the big rod, and her mound slapped against mine. Suddenly she was there, shouting out and thrashing her hips so that I could only just stay on top of her. It was fantastic to watch, and even more so as it was me that had made her cum. I felt so good and powerful, seeing her near-naked body under me as I pushed in and out of her, fucking her deep inside her cunt. I carried on fingering and fucking her, watching as further orgasms peaked until her panting began to slow down. Slowly she subsided, and again I thought I heard a noise behind me at the door, but when I glanced round there was nothing to see. Maybe Chris did like watching his wife fucked by the dildo. Maybe he used it himself? Suddenly I felt a little chill, but Elizabeth carried on slowly subsiding from her orgasms. "God you were good, Margaret!" she smiled, "I've not an orgasm that good for ages! And you used Blackie as if it was your own cock - have you used one before with Tom?" "God no!" I replied, "Why would I want a dildo with Tom?" "Well some men like anal sex, you know, and would love their wives to penetrate them." "Really?" I asked, "I 'm sure Tom would run a mile!" "Well Chris certainly likes his anal pleasures - but he can't take Blackie up his arse as it's way too big." Suddenly I was hearing personal details I didn't need, but she continued anyway. "I think you must have led a sheltered, life, Margaret, but now you're our neighbour we can see about opening your eyes a little - a bit like you opened your legs for me. I bet you didn't think you could enjoy sex with a lady like this, did you?" "Well no," I replied, "That's true. I still can't believe it is so nice and so natural - and so easy too, with Tom away and Chris upstairs." "Well he'd better be, or they'll be trouble!" she said, looking at the door. I was sure I could hear a noise outside, but maybe it was just the wind. Gingerly I began pulling the dildo out of Elizabeth's vagina, amazed at the size of the black tool, and how easy it had been to push into her. I also couldn't believe she'd pushed it in me. No wonder I felt a little sore between my legs! "Right, Margaret, time for a cup of tea, I think?" smiled Elizabeth, getting herself up to a standing position. She pulled on her panties, then buttoned up her cardigan, smiling to herself as she recalled her pleasuring. "Now let's just unstrap Blackie!" she smiled. "He's done enough for today I think." "Well yes, I'm certainly a bit sore after having all that inside me." "Oh you poor thing," replied Elizabeth, "I forget that I'm so used to him now, my cunt just seems the right size. But if you're more used to just a man's cock, then I suppose you could be a bit tender. I'll see if I can make you better after tea and cakes." And with that she went out to the kitchen, leaving me to pull on my panties and slip down my lovely soft woolly dress. I sat back on the sofa and cuddled up to myself, wondering how she might make me better. What a neighbour! Whatever next? Neighbourly Ladies Ch. 02 © 2010 Maudecardy, with thanks to a little help from my friends