6 comments/ 88736 views/ 48 favorites Rachel's New Neighbour Gets More By: roganwriter Although most of my stories I like to think can individually stand alone. This one is a direct sequel to my last entry 'Rachel gets a new neighbour.' So even though I don't think it's entirely necessary, as I hope this story is still enjoyable by itself, you may find it easier to follow if you have read that chapter already. As always the characters are all over the age of 18. Comments and feedback are much appreciated. ***** "What am I doing?" Rachel was staring at herself in her bedroom mirror. She had put on her favourite set of white satin lingerie, which had an intricate floral black lace trim. She slipped on a matching suspender belt and attached the straps to her thigh high black stockings. The bra was probably a size too small for her now as it squashed together her spectacular 32FF breasts, lifting them upwards so that it looked like she was wearing a Wonderbra. Still she couldn't bear to throw it away and could deal with the slight discomfort, knowing full well how enticing her tits looked inside of it. She'd had a very sleepless night worrying about her own sanity. How could she have agreed to seduce her sleazy postman? All so that her neighbour Henry could get his rocks off by watching her do it. She didn't want to be near the bloke, let alone let him fuck her. It was complete and utter madness, but for some reason she still found herself dressing for the occasion. Rachel applied some pink lip gloss and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She shook her head at her own reflection. "You are losing the plot girl!" At that moment the doorbell rang and her stomach lurched for maybe the tenth time that morning. She couldn't tell whether it was nervous excitement she was feeling, or serious revulsion. A bit of both maybe. She grabbed her black satin robe from behind her door and headed down the stairs, tying it around herself as she went. It was very short, barely covering her stocking tops, but Rachel loved how smooth and soft the satin texture felt against her warm skin. Taking a deep breath she opened the front door. There stood Henry, her 60 year old, short and balding neighbour. He was wringing his hands in excitement and Rachel had a strange urge to slap him hard around the face. After all he was reason she was feeling sick to her very core right now. But before she could react he pushed his way passed her and into the house. "Quick! Quick! He's coming!" "What right now?!?" Her stomach churned once more. "Yes! He's only a few doors down. Where shall I hide?" Henry was staring around wide eyed. He couldn't believe his luck that Rachel, this gorgeous blonde 21 year old, was prepared to make one of his darkest fantasies come true. As much as he loved fucking Rachel himself, he couldn't wait to see her get ravished by an unsuspecting stranger. His cock had been hard all morning, in anticipation of what was to come. "Well I guess you could hide in the cupboard under the stairs. You'll have a good view of the hallway and the lounge from in there." She opened the door and pushed him in unceremoniously. She giggled as he yelped in pain having stubbed his foot on something in the dark. Serves you right you old perv, she thought to herself. "You look sexy as hell by the way!" His voice echoed out from the tiny enclosed space. "Tttsss, whatever! I hope you appreciate how fucking lucky you are!" "Oh I do, honestly I do. I'll show you how much I appreciate it afterwards." Rachel smirked at this, he might be old but he certainly knew how to fuck, so at least she had something to look forward to today. Henry was pulling his hard cock free from his trousers but avoiding touching it yet, fearing he might blow his load before it all even began. About a minute passed of unbearable silence. Rachel was pacing up and down the narrow hallway, trying to convince herself this was a good idea, when the doorbell finally rang. It was now or never. With one final mental pep talk, she forced her mouth into a fake smile and swung the door open. Duncan Abbott had been doing this postal route for the last 3 years. There was one house in particular that always got his heart racing as he approached it, Rachel's. He'd only really managed to catch glimpses of her over the years. It was normally her parents who signed for packages, but even when he only had letters to deliver he'd always have a swift look in through the lounge window, hoping to glimpse the busty blonde beauty. He remembered the time when he'd seen her doing exercises on the carpet of the front room. He'd had difficulty keeping his cock soft for weeks after that, and even now he used those mental images nearly every time he had a wank. He lived for the days when she answered the door. So this morning when he noticed a large parcel with her name and address on it, he prayed he'd get lucky and she would be the one who signed for it. He was noticeably sweating as he walked up her garden path, his hands were so clammy that he almost dropped the parcel before he reached the door. Duncan had been mulling over in his head what he was going to say to her if he saw her. He'd decided on "I've got a big package for you love." She was probably too sweet and innocent to notice the double entendre. With a trembling finger he pressed the doorbell. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him and all thoughts of a cocky one liner were instantly erased from his mind, replaced by blank shock, as he drank in the vision of pure perfection before him. "Oooo is that for me?" Rachel put on her sweetest girlie voice. The vision in front of her was far from perfect. In fact he was even uglier than she remembered. He was tall and skinny, with a gaunt pockmarked face, and his hair had either too much gel in it or it was incredibly greasy. "S...s...sign h...h...here." Duncan was staring gormlessly at Rachel's cleavage, as he held out an electronic pad to her. Rachel signed it and handed it back. "It looks rather heavy, would you mind carrying it inside for me?" She smiled another heart melting smile at him. The parcel was actually very light but Duncan wasn't about to tell her that, his eyes couldn't get enough of what they were seeing. "S...sure." Rachel turned and led the way into the lounge, she glared scornfully in the direction of the cupboard under the stairs as she went. Inside Henry had started stroking his throbbing cock, he couldn't hold back any longer. He could tell that Rachel was intentionally swinging her hips in a provocative manner as she walked. Duncan followed behind her, his stare fixated on her deliciously pert peach of a bum swinging from side to side, his own head was mirroring its gentle sway. If only he knew what a treat he was in for, thought Henry. "Let me take that." Rachel took the large rectangular brown parcel, and knowing full well what she was doing, turned and bent down to place it on the coffee table. Duncan's jaw dropped, his face now a mask of pure shock. The lower Rachel bent, the further her satin nightgown rode up, until finally as if in slow motion, the tops of her stockings were revealed to a now visibly shaking Duncan. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face and his bottom lip began to quiver with ill-disguised lust. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? He reached down to try and conceal his rapidly swelling cock from view. Rachel held her position for a while, even going as far as to give her ass a slight wiggle, while she pretended to read the label on the parcel. Truthfully she was wondering how she was going to approach the next phase of her seduction. As much as she loathed this guy, something about this situation was starting to turn her on. Knowing how Henry was watching her every move was adding to the tingling she was now feeling all over. She couldn't see his face right now but she had a pretty good idea of what it looked like as he admired her stocking clad legs. It would be so much easier if he just grew a pair, manned up and took her right there and then, but seeing as he seemed so nervous, the chances of that happening were slim to nil. Maybe if she flashed him a bit more of her underwear he might just take the hint. Rachel loosened the satin belt around her waist, just enough so that her bra was partially revealed as she at last stood up and turned to face the pervy postman once more. Duncan's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he immediately clocked the now exposed swell of her bountiful cleavage. His face drained of colour as it seemed all the blood in his body was trying to rush straight to his cock. He thought he might even pass out. "Oooo you little tease..." Henry muttered under his breath, as he peeked through the gap. "Are you OK? You look a little peaky?" "I'm f...fine." Duncan addressed her breasts still, they seemed to have their own gravitational pull on his eyeballs, as he was completely unable to prise his gaze away from them. "Hey my eyes are up here you know!" She said it playfully, but Duncan still jumped out of his skin, embarrassed by his lack of self-control. "AH! Oh...er...sorry. I...eerrr." "It's fine relax. I don't see what you men find so fascinating about them. They're just tits you know!" She gave them a quick wobble and was thrilled to see the lusty snarl creep back into Duncan's features. "Those aren't just tits...those are...incredible. Are they real?" Duncan surprised himself by the boldness of his question. "Of course they are silly." Rachel playfully slapped him lightly on the arm. "Really??" Duncan had seen plenty of fake tits in pornos over the years. It was rare to get a girl with such a slender frame who had such large and yet seemingly pert, natural breasts. Then again everything about this girl was rare, she really was one in a billion. "You don't believe me? Have a feel for yourself if you want. I don't mind." The casual way Rachel said it, momentarily disguised the words she'd actually said. Duncan stared at her for what felt like minutes as the realisation of what he'd just heard slowly sunk in. "W...what?" His cock began to throb and twitch uncontrollably within the confines of his trousers. Henry's was being yanked with increased vigour as he watched the events unfolding. "Yeah it's fine." Knowing he wasn't going to act any time soon, Rachel brought his hand up and placed it on her right breast. At first it felt like an out of body experience for Duncan. He could see his hand resting on this stunning blonde's chest, but the rest of his senses were miles away. Then as reality kicked in he began to squeeze. It started off softly, but then as his hand explored more and more of the glorious fleshy orb, the squeezing became harder and harder. "See I told you they were real." Rachel teased. Duncan ignored her, he was lost in a haze of lust. He couldn't get over how amazing they felt, soft yet firm at the same time. He had very little experience but he couldn't imagine there being a nicer pair in the entire world. Soon his other hand joined in the fun. He cupped, lifted and mashed them together over and over. Rachel was getting more and more aroused, she loved having her breasts man handled. Her juices had started to flow, dampening her panties. Just as Rachel was about to tell him to slow down before he had a heart attack, he did seem to be breathing rather strangely. Duncan slipped both of his hands inside of her cups, causing her to gasp and forget what she was about to say. Suddenly Duncan started to shake, his hips seemed to be thrusting rather erratically and his face had gone bright red. "AH! FUCK! OH GOD! NO!" He crushed her sensitive breasts together, gritting his teeth as his eyes seemed to roll back in his head. Rachel was confused at first, but when she looked down she noticed a wet patch begin to grow near his trouser pocket. Then it dawned on her what had just happened. The second Duncan had felt the full weight of those mind boggling tits in his hands, with her stiff nipples pressing firmly into his palms, he'd lost control. He too now looked at the growing patch of moisture on his trousers. He quickly removed his hands in an attempt to conceal the sticky stain. This was embarrassment on a whole new level. Without looking at Rachel he turned and ran for the door. He was halfway down the garden path, before he heard her call out after him. But he wasn't waiting, he didn't want to hear her sympathy. Tears were beginning to well in his eyes. "What the fuck happened?" Henry stepped out from under the stairs, his cock still standing to attention. He made no move to try and put it away. Rachel giggled at his brazen boldness. "I think he just came in his pants..." She watched as he jogged away down the road before closing the door. "He what? That's amazing! Just when things were starting to heat up and all! Well if he's not up to the task, then I guess I'll have to tag in." "Oh will you now?" Rachel eyed his achingly hard cock amusedly. "Damn right! Now where did he leave off? Oh I remember." Henrys hands now dove into Rachel's bra, cupping her naked breasts and mashing them together. He pushed her up against the hallway wall so hard that it almost knocked the wind out of her, but Rachel didn't care she was now craving the satisfaction which she knew Henrys cock was about to give her. Rachel reached up and took a hold of two of the hooks on the empty coat rack just above her head and watched as the old man savaged her breasts. Henry buried his face into them, seeking out each nipple in turn as he sucked and chewed on her sensitive nubs, causing Rachel to moan with heated desire. "That's it suck on them you old bastard!" She hissed the words at him. Henry responded by inhaling as much of one of her tits into his mouth as he could, he locked his eyes with hers, brown into blue, as he proceeded to slobber all over her phenomenal breasts with wild abandon. With his hunger partially satiated he stood upright and kissed her hard. Their tongues explored one another's mouths, while Henry stripped her of her satin robe, throwing it onto the bottom of the stairs. He'd kept a hold of the thin black satin belt however. "Hold out your hands." Rachel complied without hesitation, and watched eagerly as Henry proceeded to bind her wrists together. "This is payback for me cuffing you to the bed I take it?" "Something like that." He said with a crooked smile. Henry then raised Rachel's arms above her head and tied the other end of the belt to one of the coat hooks, pulling it tightly into place. He stepped back and admired his prize. "What are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me!" Rachel was writhing against the wall, she was so horny she thought she might explode but Henry wasn't budging, he was watching her squirm while stroking his thick deeply veined tool. "Come on stick that big dick in me, you know you want to!" She implored her captor. "Don't you worry girlie, I will, but first..." He turned and walked back into the lounge. Rachel banged her head against the wall in frustration, she was desperate for release. "Where are you going? Come back!" Henry returned carrying the brown parcel which he proceeded to tear into. Inside there were a number of items. "This one is for later...hhhhmmm...ah ha! Here it is." Rachel was trying to crane her neck to see what else was inside but it was no use. Henry pulled out an object that Rachel was unfamiliar with. She may have an extremely active sex life, but when it came to sex toys, her knowledge was lacking. She'd never even owned a dildo, but for someone as sexy as Rachel, a real cock was always so easy to obtain, why would she ever need one? This wasn't a dildo that Henry was carrying, it was too small. It was about the same size and shape as a Chapstick, but the tip was covered in lots of small bobbles. "What the hell's that?" Henry said nothing. Instead he twisted it and it began to make a low humming noise. Stepping closer to Rachel once more, he dragged her sodden panties down and off her legs. Inhaling her scent from them before chucking them to one side. "Spread your legs." Rachel complied without question, itching for him to get on with whatever he had planned. Henry placed the small buzzing device against the hood of her dripping pussy and gently applied pressure. Rachel's eyes widened and her legs immediately snapped shut, trapping the object in place. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! WHAT IS THAT?" Henry continued to massage her clit in small circles. He watched her face contort with lust and her moaning became louder and more desperate. "You like that do you?" He teased as he reached his free hand up and pinched one of her stiff nipples. Rachel could only nod her head, which was swimming, as her vision began to go in and out of focus. Her legs were trembling and her knees nearly buckled as Henry pressed the device harder against her throbbing clit, causing her to scream with delight. She could feel an almighty orgasm brewing just below the surface. After about a minute she began to grind against the pocket rocket and Henry knew she was close. "You want to cum do you?" He was loving toying with her, literally. "Fuck yes! Make me cum!" She tried to hump his hand to bring herself off, she was seconds away now. "Well not before I have my fun you don't." Rachel whimpered with despair as he withdrew the device, throwing it on the ground. "Oh you fucking bastard!" She spat. Ignoring her protests he hooked his arm under one of her legs, pulling it out to her side. Then he lined himself up with her yearning pussy and drove his cock up into her, all the way to the base. The sensation of having her pussy completely stuffed, instantly silenced her protests, which merged into a series of high pitched screams and squeaks as Henry repeatedly speared her hard up against the wall. They kissed like animals. Her breasts crushed against his chest as Henry fucked her at a frantic pace. "Give it to me! Fuck yes!" She tilted her head back and shouted at the ceiling. "Take this dick in that tight little pussy, you fucking slut!" He lifted her other leg, his hands now holding and kneading her gorgeous ass. She wrapped her legs around him as he continued to pummel her wet snatch. "oh oh oh OH OH OH YES YEESSSSS!!" It hadn't taken long before Rachel was on the verge of a much needed and powerful orgasm. Her muscles tensed, when suddenly there was a loud cracking sound and her body slumped forwards. The wooden coat hook which her wrists were bound to, had broken away from the wall. "Shit! My parents are going to kill me!" Henry lowered her to the ground so she could assess the damage. "I can fix that, don't worry about it." His focus wasn't on the wall, his eyes were still firmly fixed on Rachel's hot body. He twisted her to the left and bent her over the bottom of the stairs. Rachel was still tied to the strip of wood which now rested on the third step. Quick as a flash Henry was back inside her, ruthlessly fucking her doggy style. He watched the ripples her ass made as he thrust into her with impressive speed for a man of his age. Henry then hooked his thumbs under her suspender straps and held onto Rachel's hips as he slammed her backwards in time to meet his powerful thrusts. The hallway was filled with the loud slapping sounds of their angry fucking. Rachel was moaning and screaming with intense pleasure, as she was taking the battering of a lifetime from behind. She could feel every vein on his thick hard tool as it slammed in and out of her clutching pussy. "Fuck me harder! That's it! Fuck me like the slut that I am!" Henry could feel his balls churning, he couldn't stand it any longer, her words were sending him past the point of no return. Rachel's New Neighbour Gets More He lowered himself over her so that his chest was lying along her back. His teeth lightly sank into the warm smooth flesh of her shoulder. "You are a slut aren't you? A filthy little whore who is about to get filled by my hot sticky seed." He grunted the words into her ear. His left arm wrapped underneath her torso taking a firm grasp of one of her heavy swinging breasts. The other arm was helping prop himself up on the step below, when his hand brushed against something. It was the pocket rocket. Grinning he twisted it into life. Rachel couldn't hear the soft humming noise over the sound of her own screams. Straightening up but keeping one hand mauling her huge tits, he moved the device into place. "FUCK ME YOU OLD BASTARD! YESSS! OH FUCK YYEEESSSS!" Just when he could sense Rachel was about to cum he pushed the pocket rocket hard against her clit. The result was explosive to say the least. Rachel had no idea what had just hit her, it felt like a brick wall of euphoric energy had just collapsed on top of her. She had next to no control over her body as it seemed all her muscles went into seizure. The warm tingling in her pussy had suddenly erupted, as wave upon wave upon wave of pleasure thundered through her veins, causing her to visibly shake from head to toe. "UUNNNGGGHHH AAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Her pussy clamped down on Henry's cock like a vice. He couldn't hold on any longer and he groaned as at long last his heavy balls were emptied of their seed. He fired five thick spurts of hot sticky cum right up inside her. His jaw clenched and his face now a mask of lust. Henry's hand was crushing her breasts as he continued to pump his hard cock deep inside of her. Feeling Henry's warm jizz plaster the walls of her cunt had made Rachel's orgasm last even longer. He was still teasing her clit with the mini vibrator, even after he'd withdrawn his slowly softening dick. She was still twitching and moaning, flexing her knees every time another ripple of orgasmic energy coursed through her. "OH GOD! DON'T STOP! AH AH AH AAAHHHHH!! FFFUUUUUU..." Her eyes rolled back as another intense climax hit her. This one startled Henry as she began to squirt. He'd been watching as a trickle of his own cum was about to drip onto the carpet, when suddenly jet after jet of warm clear liquid covered his hand and splashed onto the hallway floor. "Ooooo you dirty bitch!" He smiled at the mess she was making, loving the fact that he could make a gorgeous girl like Rachel cum that hard. Unable to take anymore Rachel slumped against the stairs. She couldn't think straight let alone speak. She just watched as Henry untied her from the coat hook through glazed over eyes. All she could do was try and master her breathing which was slowly becoming less erratic. "Damn it! Look at the time. The wife will be wondering where I am, only said I was popping to the post office." Rachel tried to lift her hand to wave goodbye but it just slumped back uselessly by her side. Henry knew he could stare at her all day, but had to tear himself away. "I'll be round tomorrow to fix that." He pointed at the wall. "There is a nice little outfit in the parcel I bought for you, maybe you should wear it as thanks for my D.I.Y skills?" He wasn't sure if Rachel was listening, he thought she might have even drifted off to sleep, so he closed the door and returned home with a skip in his step. It took about 10 minutes before Rachel was able to stand herself up, even then it was on shaky legs. She'd never cum that hard before, that was on a whole new level, one that she didn't think could even exist, but now she knew it was there, it was going to be hard to resist wanting to return to it again and again. She was aware that sex had become a bit of an addiction for her. She needed it all the time and when she wasn't getting it, she would become grouchy and snappy with people. It was a bit like cigarettes in that respect. That was before today though, now she feared it was more similar to heroin, not that she'd ever tried it, but a dose of euphoria like that was a powerful thing and she knew that sooner or later she would be itching for her next fix. It wasn't until later that day that Rachel remembered the parcel was still in the lounge. She retrieved the torn open box and rummaged through it. The first thing she pulled out confused her, it was a cheap multi-coloured feather duster. What the hell was he planning on doing with this? She thought. Tickle me to death? But the more items she dug out the clearer the picture of his intentions became. Next came a black head band with a white lace frill across the crown, then a little black satin dress with a white lace trim around the bust and the hem, which Rachel thought she'd be lucky if she were able to squeeze into. Then a plain white satin pinny with a matching lace trim. Last but not least there was a rather expensive looking set of black lingerie complete with a suspender belt and stockings. Rachel had never been bought lingerie before and she had to admit that it was gorgeous. The bra had a tiny white silk bow between the cups and where the cups met the straps. There was also one above the crotch on the panties. The suspender belt had a bow on either hip as well as at the end of each strap. She ran her hand over the smooth silk and lace material, feeling a warm glow building inside as she imagined how sexy she would look in this outfit. Henry was on cloud nine for the rest of the day. He kept pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Life was better than a dream at the moment anyway. For a 60 year old man with few outwardly redeeming features, to be having sex on tap with a stunning 21 year old busty blonde, was nothing short of incomprehensible for the old timer. His mood improved even further when an old friend called him that evening saying he was back in town for the night and would he like to catch up over a few beers. He asked his wife if she wanted to come but she declined, favouring an evening in with her soap operas over drinking in a busy bar. He arrived at the Rose and Crown pub later that evening and spotted his old friend Jim, who had a pint ready and waiting for him. "JIM! How's it going me old mucker?" They shook hands and settled themselves on a table in the corner. Even though they hadn't seen each other in nearly 10 years, they were soon laughing and joking like the school kids they once were. Jim was looking a lot older now though, his once thick and wiry mane of black hair, had now thinned significantly and turned almost completely grey. "How long are you down for then Jimmy?" "Just a couple of nights, got a few jobs in the area." "You're still in the plumbing trade then mate?" "I do the odd bit here and there, but I'm getting ready to retire to be honest, the backs not what it used to be. How about you?" "Fully retired mate. Living the high life. Just moved house actually, I've taken over my mum's place after she passed." "I'm sorry to hear that pal. Not the house you grew up in is it?" "No not that house. Do you remember that house then?" "Remember it? That's where I lost my virginity, how could I forget it!" "Ha ha! Oh that brings back memories. Who was the lucky lady again?" "Wendy Brewster." Jim looked a bit shifty after saying the name. "Oh yeah! She was the...eeerrr..." "Big girl..." Jim finished Henry's sentence, they caught each other's eye and both started to laugh hysterically. The next hour passed as they recounted all of their old girlfriends, and all the scrapes they got into in their youth. The beer kept flowing and after about their fourth pint, Henry was feeling the effects of the alcohol. "How's your missus then Jim?" He regretted the question as soon as he'd asked it, noticing how Jim recoiled slightly. He'd forgot they were divorced. It had happened just before the last time they'd seen each other. If he remembered correctly she'd left him for a younger guy from her work. "Sorry old boy, I just remembered." He wrapped himself on the knuckles. "Hey don't worry about it." A sadness had crept into Jim's features now though. Henry tried to make amends for his slip by asking if he was dating at all. Jim just shook his head, clearly a sign he wanted to move away from the subject. The truth was that Jim hadn't been with a single woman since his divorce. Judy had been his whole world for 30 years, he couldn't face the dating game again, not at his age. Henry moved the subject onto cars and then onto football as they sank a couple more pints. "What's up with you then Henry? You've been grinning like the cat who's got the cream all night. You're normally the moody bastard out of the two of us!" Jim joked. "Have I?" It was probably true though. Every time he thought about Rachel a smile would spread across his lips, and he thought about her a lot. "Something you're not telling me old boy? Have you won the lottery?" "Better than that Jimmy lad." Henry wasn't planning on telling Jim anything about Rachel. But after seeing how sad he looked after he'd mentioned his wife, an idea occurred to him, one that could be mutually beneficial for the pair of them. He went on to tell the story of how he'd first seen Rachel getting changed in her bedroom. Jim's jaw got slowly lower and lower, as he proceeded to tell him in quite graphic detail about all the times they'd had sex since then. "BULLSHIT!" He finally said when Henry had finished talking. "I'm telling you the truth! Honest I am." He certainly looked smug enough for it to be true, but there was no way on earth it could be. "You're lying! Why would any 21 year old look at you twice? Especially one as sexy as you're describing...or should I say exaggerating." "Beats me old chap." "Yeah that's because it's a load of rubbish!" Jim was looking at his old friend with a mixture of incredulity and concern for his mental health. "If you don't believe me I can prove it to you." "How?" Henry leant in and whispered his plan of action for the following day. When he had finished Jim took a large swig of his beer. "You better not be messing with me. That would be a cruel joke." "Trust me old boy." The following day Rachel awoke to find a hand written letter on the mat by the front door. It read: Today at 4 o'clock. Wear the outfit I bought you. Henry x She smiled as she folded the letter away and put it in her pocket. Later that day Rachel was admiring herself in her full length mirror again. The French maids costume was incredibly sexy. It was so short that her stocking tops and suspender straps were on show, along with a good inch of her smooth bronzed thighs, below the hem. It was also so tight that a good portion of her cleavage was clearly displayed, threatening to overflow out of the top of it. She pulled her straightened blonde hair back into a ponytail and slipped on the lacy headband. Rachel opted for a bright red lipstick. As naturally stunning as she was, she didn't really need to wear makeup, but the red contrasted nicely with the black and white of the outfit. The doorbell rang just before four and she grabbed the feather duster and went to answer it. A feeling of tingling anticipation already beginning to spread through her entire body. She'd been craving this all day long. "Shouldn't I be coming to your house to clean? Wouldn't that make more sense in this particular role play?" She said while opening the door. Henry darted past her and into the house. "Let's pretend this is my house. Oh god look at you!" His hands immediately began to fondle her huge breasts through the satin dress. "Hey! Don't get too excited! Remember what happened to the last guy?" She joked, secretly loving the sensation of having her heaving breasts groped by his rough hands. Henry had to get straight down to business. "Look, I've got a favour to ask you..." "Hhhmmm sounds ominous." She said narrowing her beautiful blue eyes. "Would you be up for trying out what we had planned yesterday again?" Rachel looked disappointed. She was really looking forward to having Henry's cock back inside her again. "...If I'm honest, I really don't want to fuck the postman, he's creepy." "No no no! I didn't mean with him. I meant with a stranger." "Which stranger?" "I've ordered a plumber, he'll be here any minute. If you're not up for it then I'll send him away. You just have to say." "A plumber? But nothing is broken?" "I'll see to that." He opened the cupboard under the sink and rooted around for a few minutes loosening a few pipes. "So what do you say?" He looked like an eager puppy and Rachel was finding it hard to think of an excuse. "Eeerrrr...uuummm...ok." She said resignedly. "But if this guy also cums in his pants then you are going to have to make it up to me big time!" "DEAL!" Henry was practically jumping for joy. The doorbell rang again. This time it was more nerves than excitement. "How on earth am I going to explain my outfit?" She said in a harsh whisper. "Just wear it with confidence. Ignore the stares he's bound to give you, treat it like it was a normal day and it's your job to clean the house." "Fine, what choice do I have? Shouldn't you be hiding somewhere?" She snapped. "Nah I've got these." He put on a pair of dark glasses. "What?!?" "I'm blind, so make sure you play along." Henry waddled back into the kitchen, pretending like he couldn't see where he was going, The doorbell rang again, this time for much longer. Outside Jim was beginning to suspect that this was all a massive wind up. A big joke on his behalf, so he nearly collapsed when the door opened and he saw Rachel for the first time. She was by far the sexiest creature he'd ever laid eyes on. A million times hotter than any of the girls he'd tried to picture from Henry's descriptions. His gaze immediately came to rest on her massive tits. He'd never seen a rack that big on any girl with a small frame like hers before. He was momentarily stuck dumb by what he was seeing, as his eyes roamed down over her French maid's outfit with her stockings and suspenders exposed. He wanted to slap himself around the face to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "You must be the plumber? Hi, I'm Rachel, I'm the cleaner. I'll take you through to meet Mr Tanner." She stepped to one side gesturing him inside. "Sure...er...hi...yep...um...ok..." Jim's brain had turned to mush. Was this really happening? Could this girl really be the sex crazed nympho Henry was talking about? He had to look again behind him as he walked through to the kitchen to double check she wasn't a hallucination. "Christ almighty." He muttered under his breath. "Mr Tanner the plumber's here." "Great! About time, the sink has been playing up all morning." Henry stood and held his hand out at a right angle to Jim, milking his pretend blindness for all it was worth. Jim had to adjust his stance in order to shake his hand. "I'll get right to it then H...Mr Tanner." He very nearly said Henry but remembered what his friend had told him the night before, he had to pretend like they were strangers. He hadn't mentioned anything about pretending to be blind though, maybe this was a last minute decision. It very nearly threw Jim however, as he wanted to laugh at ridiculousness of the situation. He also wanted to plant a fat kiss on his lips as well, so thankful was he that Henry had set this all up for him. Rachel was studying Jim intently. Her nerves about what she was about to do had dissipated somewhat, replaced by the urge to tease this innocent plumber, whilst also putting on a show for her 'blind' co-conspirator. He wasn't bad looking for his age either. She guessed he was about the same age as Henry, maybe a few years younger, but he had a slightly thicker head of hair and a much trimmer waistline. He was also a few inches taller and his broad shoulders were filling out his blue overalls nicely. Let's hope he compares equally as favourably in the department that counts, she thought to herself, stealing a quick glance down at his crotch. Jim was still struggling to comprehend how Henry had managed to get a girl like Rachel into bed. He couldn't help looking her up and down every chance he could. Something which didn't go unnoticed by her. Was he going to get lucky with her too? Or was he here just so the pair of them could tease him and wind him up, then send him on his way. The thought of getting his hands on her was enough to send his head spinning, and his cock begin to swell. Just be cool, he thought to himself, even though outwardly, cool was the last thing he was feeling. Sweat was beginning to freckle his forehead and clam up his hands. "Excellent. Rachel will show you where the leak is." Henry sat back down at the table. This was going better than expected. She had no idea he'd staged this whole thing. When Rachel bent to open the cupboard door under the kitchen sink, he flashed a thumbs up to Jim, who replied by a shake of the head. He was clearly still in the stage of stunned disbelief. But soon he would realise the opportunity that was being offered to him here, and he knew his old friend was bound to take it. "This is where the waters been coming from." She straightened up, inwardly smiling as the plumbers head quickly snapped upwards. He'd obviously been staring at her ass. Rachel intentionally squeezed past him even though there was more than enough room to avoid him, brushing her breasts against his chest as she moved out of the way. Jim gulped loudly, the sensation of her soft tits pressing into his body was almost too much to handle. Keep it together old man, he inwardly beseeched. "Th...thanks. I'll g...get right on it." He mumbled. Jim laid on his back and slid under the sink, unclipping his tool belt and reaching for a wrench. He could only see Rachel's legs now as she appeared to be walking around the kitchen dusting some of the surfaces. But even this was so much of a distraction that it wasn't until a few minutes later, he realised he was trying to tighten the pipe with a spanner not a wrench. "There are quite a few dirty dishes in the sink Mr Tanner. Shall I wash them up for you?" Asked Rachel. "That would be very kind of you my dear. Make sure you put the plug in, we wouldn't want our plumber friend here to get soaking wet now would we." Henry was rubbing his hard cock through his trousers, concealed from view under the kitchen table. Jim thought he needed a cold shower as all of a sudden Rachel was standing astride his torso, her stocking covered legs now only a foot away from his head. He too was beginning to form a tent in his overalls, and due to his positioning there was no way to hide it. Rachel began to hum a little tune as she set about washing up. Knowing full well the thoughts that must be racing through the plumber's mind. She wasn't wrong. Unable to resist a better look, Jim shifted his body until his head was now almost completely out of the cupboard. His jaw fell open at what he was seeing. With her legs either side of him he had the perfect view under her dress. He stared in awe, saliva pooling in his mouth, at the sight of the small triangle of black satin that stretched across her young pussy. He had to shuffle back into the cupboard quickly, for fear that he would blow his load already if he looked any longer. His cock was already achingly hard, straining against his blue overalls. After a few minutes Rachel looked down and immediately clocked the plumber's erection, it looked a very decent size, enough to make her knees tremble with anticipation. She looked over at Henry, who was smiling broadly, nodding his encouragement. Adjusting her stance so that one leg was now planted between his legs, she delicately brushed her foot against the bulge, a soft groan came from inside the cupboard beneath her. Rachel's New Neighbour Gets More Jim couldn't believe it as he watched her foot gently rubbing against his swollen member. He couldn't stop an even deeper groan from escaping his lips. Rachel stopped and squatted down next to him, giving Jim another view straight up her dress. "Everything all right down here? I thought I heard you say something." She teased. "Y...yeah f...fine. Could you pass me my wrench?" "Umm what does it look like?" She knew full well, but fancied playing the dumb blonde for a while. "A bit like this one." Jim held up the spanner. "But it has a twisty bit on the side." "Hhhmmm I don't think I can see it. Wait a minute it looks like you have a big tool under here." Rachel made her move, she was so horny she couldn't hold on any longer. She unzipped his fly and his 8 inch thick and meaty cock immediately sprang free. Jim had hardly enough time to register what she had done before he felt her soft lips parting around his engorged bell end, and seconds later the warmth and tightness of her mouth as she began to suck on his hard cock. "AAHHHH FUCK!" He cried out, the shock of it was all too much. Rachel stopped and made a shushing motion with a finger over her lips. "Everything all right down there?" Henry couldn't help stirring the pot. He too was now stroking his freed cock, soaking in the spectacle before him. "Erm...yes...er...I just trapped my finger that's all. Sorry for swearing." It was the best excuse Jim could think of. It seemed to work as Rachel smiled at him and returned her attentions back to his twitching member. She flicked her tongue back and forth over his sensitive helmet, before planting delicate kisses and nibbles all the way up and down his gnarled and veiny shaft. It had been many years since he'd received this sort of attention and never in his life from a woman as gorgeous as Rachel. He had to put his hand in his mouth and bite down on it as she continued to suck his old cock with increasing intensity. The slurping noise was one sound that couldn't be drowned out. "Pipes a bit blocked are they. Is that a plunger I hear?" Henry was being wicked, but he couldn't resist the urge to tease the pair of them. "Urgh...yeah...there is quite the blockage." Jim's eyes widened and he grit his teeth as he watched Rachel's mouth inch its way down his shaft. He couldn't believe she was about to inhale the entire thing, no girl had ever done that to him. When Rachel finally reached the base she locked her eyes onto his, thrilled to see the twisted expression of lust and startled shock that was etched into his every feature. She felt his cock twitch inside her tight throat and knew he wasn't far away from shooting his load. Jim stared into her brilliant blue eyes, she was so beautiful he thought he was about cry. He watched her plump red lips drawing their way back up his cock, leaving a smear of bright red lipstick on his flesh. Then she plunged her head back down again. It was a sight beyond his imagining. Her tits were bouncing wildly, threatening to spill out of the top of the maids outfit and she bobbed up and down on his dick with increased vigour. Hungry for his seed. The slurping and gagging noises were echoing around the room, but Henry continued to play the innocent. He stopped wanking his own cock, wanting to savour the experience for as long as he could. "My my, that pipe must be really backed up." "I've nearly got it." Jim stammered as he gripped Rachel's head, threading his fingers through her golden hair and holding her head still as he thrust his full length in and out of her throat as fast as he could. Rachel was loving having his big meaty tool forced down her throat. She pulled her panties to the side and began to furiously rub her clit. Her other hand started to massage his weighty balls. The humming of her pleasure sent Jim over the edge. Keeping one hand on her head, the other he stuck back into his own mouth to stifle the moans of sheer ecstasy, as his cock went off like a rocket, pumping his hot salty seed straight down Rachel's throat. Rachel jumped as the first torrent of spunk hit the back of her throat, it was so powerful. She tried to swallow as much as she could, as more and more of the sticky stuff was dumped into her willing mouth. "Oh yes...that's it...I think I've got it." He murmured as Rachel finished licking his still twitching cock, only stopping after every last speck of cum had been cleaned off it. "It sounds like exhausting work." Henry goaded. "I'm sure Rachel would get you a drink if you wanted. "Of course I will! Here's me being ever so selfish, I got myself a nice drink and didn't even offer you one. What would you like? Tea? Juice?" "W...waters fine." Jim panted, still out of breath. He wanted to throw it over his face to cool himself down. The amount he was sweating you'd have thought he'd just run a marathon. Rachel fixed him a glass of water, but drank half of it herself before handing it down to him. "Is the sink fixed now then?" Asked Henry. "Almost, just need to tighten a few pipes." "Rachel dear, are you still there?" "Yeah I'm right here." She gave Henry credit, he wasn't slipping out of character. "Could you be an angel and make me a snack, just a sandwich would be fine." "Oh...errr...of course." She wasn't expecting him to say that. Her focus was more on where her own release was going to come from. Would the plumber be able to get it up again or would Henry have to step in. Either way she was desperate for a good hard fuck. Jim finished the job, and struggled to his feet. His limp cock was still hanging out of the front of his overalls. He didn't care that his mate could see it, he only had eyes for Rachel. She was standing with her back to him, just to the left of the table where Henry sat, rummaging through the fridge. He walked up behind her, gripping her firmly by the waist. Rachel jumped, not expecting him to make a move, but thankful that he was. Jim's hands slipped lower until he had each of her ass cheeks resting in his palms. Then he began to harshly knead and pinch her soft supple flesh. She looked over her shoulder at him, as she moved her bum in a circular motion, relishing the needful roughness of his mauling. This time Jim was the one to put a finger to his lips, signalling her to be quiet. He hitched up the hem of her dress. Watching as her bronzed peach of a bottom sprang into view with a slight ripple. She had the perfect hourglass figure. He resisted the urge to slap it, knowing how loud it would sound, so instead he began to trace his fingers along her suspender straps before continuing to squeeze her soft warm flesh. Rachel was in a spin. The cool air from the refrigerator was hardening her already stiff nipples even more. All of a sudden Jim plunged his hand down the front of her panties and began to rub her clit. Her knees nearly gave way. She feared she wouldn't be able to show the restraint Jim had as a scream of pleasure nearly pursed her clenched lips. In a moment of panic she saw a notepad and pen, which was stuck to the fridge on a magnet. STOP STOP NOT YET. She managed to scribble the words onto the pad. Jim slowly withdrew his hand, he was relieved she had written 'yet', he didn't think he had the will power to stop entirely. He watched as Rachel pulled some ingredients out and made Henry a sandwich. "There you go Mr Tanner, its cheese and tomato." "Oh you are good girl." Jim didn't know how long he could wait, so right at the moment when she set the plate down in front of him, he made his move again. He waved his hand in front of Henry's face a few times. Which the 'blind' man dutifully ignored. Then he cupped Rachel's large breasts, right in front of his friends face. Henry watched through his dark glasses as his friend began to squeeze Rachel's incredible tits through her tight satin uniform, causing them to swell up obscenely. He knew the desperation his oldest friend must be feeling, as only a few days ago, he too was feeling the same thing. Jim was astounded by the weight and the firmness of Rachel's magnificent breasts. He'd never held a pair that couldn't fit in his hands before, and he had pretty large hands. He could feel her erect nipples through the thin material, as he squeezed them together. It wasn't long before Jim's flaccid cock was beginning to show signs of life again. He tugged the front of Rachel's dress down under her breasts and continued to maul her glorious globes through her bra. Before he knew it he was fully erect, and he started to slide his throbbing cock up and down the cleft of Rachel's ass, lost in a trance of unbridled lust. Rachel was beginning to breathe heavily. The sensation of having this stranger's fat 8 inch cock gliding back and forth between her cheeks, while he fondled her tits, was driving her insane. She was aching to know how it would feel inside of her. Henry was struggling to contain himself also. He wanted nothing more than to join in the fun, or at the very least to be able to grasp his own twitching cock under the table, but he didn't want to spoil the little game they were playing. So he continued to act as oblivious as he could. "Rachel dear have you paid the plumber for his work. I think my wallet is around here somewhere." He pretended to pat around the table looking for it. "Here it is Mr Tanner." Rachel picked up the wallet for him and opened it. Inside were a few notes which she folded up then stuffed down the front of her bra. Jim took the hint. He instantly forced his hands down inside her bra, tucking the cups underneath at the same time. The money fell to the floor but neither he nor she cared in the slightest. "Is this enough?" She teased. "More than enough!" Was all he could say in return. The first thing that surprised Jim was how little Rachel's tits sagged, he was half expecting them to droop down to her waist, but they sat high and proud on her chest, it was an irresistible sight. But more shocking than that was that they were real, all this time he'd assumed they must be fake. Admittedly he had no experience of fake tits, but as his fingers moulded around her soft flesh, there was no denying these were 100% au naturel. It was enough to make him completely lose control. He began to squash them together and squeeze them more and more urgently. Rolling her small stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. This elicited a sharp gasp from Rachel. Who slapped her hand over her mouth to conceal the following moan from escaping. She looked over her shoulder and Jim could tell by the crease in her forehead and the pleading look in her eyes that she was ready. He pulled her face around to meet his and kissed her passionately. Rachel parted her soft lips and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. "I am going to fuck you so hard." Jim's whisper was barely audible, heard only by Rachel, who shivered from head to toe. Jim reached down and pulled her panties to the side. He took hold on his rock hard cock and nudged it against her soaking wet pussy lips. They slowly began to part around his invading member. Jim was too stunned to speak as he watched his cock begin to slide inside of this incredible goddess. Rachel let out a sharp exhale as she felt his tip penetrate her, she shook her head violently, scared that she would scream in delight right next to Henry's face, but she knew by the look in Jim's eyes that there was no stopping him now. Inch by inch Jim sank his cock into the vice like grip of her velvety pussy, stopping to let her adjust to his size when he was halfway in. Rachel could feel every vein on his thick rigid cock, caressing the walls of her snatch. Jim pulled her back and kissed her again and at the same time, sank the remaining 4 inches into her welcoming sex. Rachel was pleased the kiss had stifled the deep moan that she couldn't contain as his cock bottomed out in her. They shuffled backwards and were now standing in the middle of the kitchen only a few feet away from Henry. Rachel was bent forwards and Jim held her by the arms as he began to slowly fuck her from behind. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't go much harder, the noise would be too obvious. He knew that part of the thrill of it for her was thinking he was a complete stranger, taking advantage of a situation, something he knew she must be getting off on, even if it was a white lie. After a few minutes of grinding her teeth, Rachel had an idea. "W...w...would you like to listen to your music Mr Tanner?" "Oh yes please!" Henry replied. He was loving watching the spectacular show his friend and his new lover were putting on for him, but he could tell she was struggling to bite her tongue. This would give her the excuse to be a bit more vocal. Rachel reached for her ipod that was luckily only at the other end of the table, and handed it to Henry. Once the earphones were in Henry's ears and the music was loud enough for the pair of them to hear, even from where they were standing, they both knew they could properly go at it at last. Jim didn't waste any time. He thrust his way forcefully inside of her, watching her ass ripple with the impact. Rachel groaned loudly, once, then again as he quickly withdrew before ramming his hard cock home again. Her moans turned into whimpers and then short sharp yelps, as Jim increased his pace, holding onto her waist for support, he began to fuck her in earnest. "Ah oh ah! Oh yes! Come on fuck me!" She pleaded, her voice still little more than a whisper. Jim was stunned by how toned and thin Rachel's waist was, he could almost touch his fingers together as he gripped her tightly. He pulled her into an upright position and kissed her again. His thrusting became short and sharp as he bounced Rachel back and forth on his dick. "Yeah you like that do you?" He groaned into her mouth. "Yeah fucking give it to me. Slam that hard tool into me you dirty old plumber." She kissed him again hungrily. Henry was now freely masturbating himself under the table. Neither of them were paying any attention to him anymore. He watched as his old friend began to fondle Rachel's jiggling tits as he fucked her with more and more urgency. Rachel could feel an intense orgasm beginning to build. She slumped forwards again, her weight supported by Jim's hands holding her breasts. Her soft flesh was mashed through his wide spread fingers, as he continued to nail her with as much power as he could muster. All too soon his cock flexed and he knew he was about to cum. Not wanting this experience to be cut so short, he fought against his base desires and pulled his dick free. "Oh no no no!" Rachel whimpered, having been so close to a much needed climax herself. Henry didn't think he could take anymore, pre cum was leaking from the tip of his own penis, he too was desperate to unleash his heavy load, but he didn't want to give the game away. "I think I'm going to go sit in the lounge and put my feet up." He announced to the room. He slipped his cock back inside his trousers and made his way out of the room, feeling along the walls for guidance. Of course he didn't want to sit in the lounge, instead he walked straight through into the dining room and watched them through the open kitchen door. Jim twisted Rachel around and pushed her roughly down onto the table. Then with one swift motion he pulled her ass back until it rested on the edge, with her legs splayed wide apart. He then plunged his mouth around her freshly shaved pussy and began to suck noisily on her juicy pink lips. "OH GOD! FUCK YES!" Rachel slammed her hands against the wooden table as she felt his tongue begin to flick over her sensitive clit. His technique was a bit sloppy but she was so wired, it wasn't long before she was writhing about on her back like a fish out of water. He had to pin her arms down at one point to keep her still as he devoured her luscious cunt. It was enough of a rest for old Jim. He stood up and without hesitating, he buried his dick back inside of her, with one sharp thrust. Rachel's mouth opened in a scream which never emerged. Jim felt her pussy contract around his hard tool, then noticed her legs begin to quiver. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!! FFF...FFFF...FFFFFUUUCCCKKKKKK!!" She managed to scream as all her muscles went into spasm. Jim felt her juices begin to gush from deep within. He clenched his jaw and began hammering away at her dripping pussy, thrilled by the reaction he was getting. Rachel's orgasm was lasting for ages, she arched her back to meet his intense drives. Jim slipped his thumbs under her suspender belt and held her tightly by the hips, waiting until she slumped back onto the table before daring to slow down. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" Rachel repeated the words over and over, letting her senses come back to her one by one. Jim reached up and took hold of her massive swaying tits, squashing them together so that they surged upwards. Then he leant forward and feasted on her sensitive nipples. Sucking on each one in turn then burying his head in between them. Rachel loved having her tits played with and she ground against his slowly thrusting cock, savouring the small waves of pleasure that were still washing over her. Henry had shot his load the second Rachel had cum. He had groaned loudly at the time but luckily it was drowned out by the sounds of her screaming. He looked down at the mess he'd made all over her parents carpet, before turning his attention back to the scene in front of him. "You like fucking this tight little pussy don't you?" "Yeah I bloody love it!" Jim slammed home another fast and hard thrust. It managed to rock the entire table forward an inch. Rachel yelped in delight. "You want me to be a slutty maid for you? Do you want to pin me to this table and fuck my brains out? Yeah is that right? You'd like to make me your whore? To fuck me until you cum inside of me? Is that what you'd like? To fill me with your filthy seed?" "Oh shit!" Her words were spurring Jim on. He couldn't do anything to resist it, he knew he had to fuck her harder and faster than he'd ever done before. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and leant forward folding her in half. Rachel's tits were being crushed flat by her own knees as Jim began to slam down into her hard. Jim pinned her wrists either side of her head and locked eyes with Rachel. "You want my cum do you? Well you're gonna get it!" The table was creaking and for one horrible second Jim thought its legs were going to give way and he would actually fuck Rachel right through the damn thing, so powerful was the hammering he was now giving her. It's was hot, wild and angry sex. The kind Rachel loved most and she was on the verge of another almighty orgasm. Three more pumps was enough to set her off once more. This time though the pressure of her clutching pussy, tightening around Jims spearing cock was enough to make his balls burst. "OH! OH! OH! I'M CUMING! I'M FUCKING CUUMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!" She continued to thrash wildly beneath him, squeaking and squealing with delight as the flood of euphoria crashed over her. Jim straightened up. The second he mashed his hands into her soft bouncing tits, he erupted inside of her. "Here it comes! AH! SHIT! OH FUCK!" He carried on slamming into her twitching pussy, as he fired his heavy load deep within her. Rachel could feel the warm sticky liquid squirting deep within her tight little cunt. It caused more waves of pleasure to surge through her veins and she shuddered with contentment. Jim bent down and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. To his surprise Rachel grabbed his head and began to devour his tongue with her own, it was enough to send his head spinning and he had to pull away all too soon, thinking he might pass out. Rachel's New Neighbour Gets More "Your money is on the floor." Rachel teased. Jim shook his head at her and smiled. "No go on I insist. It's for a job well done!" He bent and picked up the scrunched up notes. "Well young lady if you ever need your pipes servicing again, then Mr Tanner has my number." Speaking of which where was his old friend? He wanted to run and hug the old bastard. He knew one thing for sure though, he would be forever in that man's debt. "I'm sure I could be tempted. You can see yourself out." She couldn't quite stand up yet, so waved him out the door from where she lay. Once he was gone Henry darted back into the room. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! You gorgeous creature you!" "Well luckily for you it was all rather enjoyable. Now help me up, I need a shower." Henry lifted her to her feet. Rachel walked to the bottom of the stairs before turning back to face him. "Well? Are you going to join me or not?"