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This is the second part to my original Neighbourhood Watch story. I forgot to title the first part as Chapter one and also ended up in the lesbian sex category. My bad. Hope you enjoy.



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Returning to his binoculars he finds the scene empty. Only the crumpled bed sheets gave a hint of what had just transpired. Unsure if that was the end of his report, Mr. Prendergast hesitated not sure what to expect, until suddenly as if she sensing his disappointment, Abi came back in to view. Her long disheveled blond hair flowed over her waif frame as she climb’s back on to the bed. Leaning forward on to all fours, she lowers her head on to the pillow while pushing her pale arse up as an offering to her unexpected guest. A blur of flesh comes in to view as Mrs. Lovejoy moves behind Abi, placing her hands on her round cheeks and starts to caress them with circular motions. Moving her hands up Abi’s back Mrs. Lovejoy leans over her, her ample breasts swaying as Abi pushes back in to her. Her hands glide down to Abi’s waist and she pulls her in to her groin, letting her bush of dark hair press into Abi’s wet lips. Loudly a car horn suddenly breaks the forced silence, startling Abi and Mrs. Lovejoy in to statues.



Across the street Mr. Prendergast jumps at the piercing sound but not wanting to loose his quarry he keeps his eyes pressed closely to the binocular lenses. Hands steadying as he refocuses his view.



Mrs. Lovejoy waits, her hand resting on Abi’s ass until she relaxes her shoulders, sure that their is no danger and returns to the pale globes in front of her. Moving her fingers down her cheek crease, over her anus and gently strokes her pussy lips. Pushing one finger, then another, between her pink lips. Abi responds by squirming and pushing on to her slender fingers. Observed through the binoculars his attention is split between her pussy pushing on to Mrs. Lovejoys glistening fingers, her petite breasts gently swinging hack and forth and her loose mouthed expression of pleasure.



Mrs. Lovejoy repositions her fingers to dive deeper in to her, teasing her clit, while her thumb moves to nudge her butt hole. Abi senses the intrusion with a flinch but Mrs. Lovejoy places her free hand on her hips, guiding her back, as her thumb slowly enters her tight hole. The shock subsides on Abi’s face, replaced by a look of eager determination as this new addition slowly slides deeper in to her with every push. Abi’s rocking motion gradually starts to speed up, pushing back harder and harder on to Mrs. Lovejoys double penetrating digits. Her breasts swaying out of time with her ever more rapid thrusts.



Sensing Abi’s overexcitement, Mrs. Lovejoy pulls her fingers away from her wanton ass and raises her hand. The binoculars blur to Abi’s face, taking in her look of frustration, before something jolts her body and changes her expression to a wide-eyed look of shock. Panning back, Mrs. Lovejoys open hand rests on Abi’s ass cheek. Raising her hand again a faint pink imprint of a hand is flushing on the girls porcelain buttock and with a swift movement the hand lands on her ass again, jolting Abi forward. Hesitating to raise her hand again Mrs. Lovejoy allows her fingers to softly trace around the girls swollen lips, middle finger teasing her but never entering. The hand slowly rises again, higher than before until with a silent slap, her hand lands, spanking Abi forward again. The hand moves away to reveal a splay of prints, like the spread petals of a ruby red rose.



Sensing her punishment has ended Abi raising to face Mrs. Lovejoy, runs her hand through her hair and pulls Mrs. Lovejoy towards her, kissing her roughly as her pent up passion erupts with fury. The young girls hands quickly searches out Mrs. Lovejoy’s body as she kisses and bites her lover. Roughly playing with her large breasts, squeezing and needing them like balls of dough. Her glistening lips and probing tongue starts to kiss down Mrs. Lovejoys exposed neck, over her breasts, teasing her erect nipples, taking them fully into her mouth before holding them between her teeth. Letting go, they bounce back leaving Abi’s gaze locked on to the large, heaving tits. Abi’s kisses continue down her torso as her hands hold on to hips, pulling her into Abi’s lustful grip. Bending low and unable to reach any lower with her kisses Abi lays down on the bed, her head tucked in between Mrs. Lovejoys thighs. Looking straight up her body she licks her lips, waiting, wanting.



All is silently and still in the musty bedroom as Mr. Prendergast looks up, rubs his wide eyes and checks the time before returning his view to the his private peep show. Checking his focus the binoculars are aimed at the naked form of Mrs. Lovejoy, her hair falling over her face and a look of serenity flushes over her face as her hands caress and cup her own breasts. Fingers gently playing around her nipples, making them stand to attention as she focuses on one then another. Her stomach moving in and out as her breathing starts to speed up. Her thighs either side of her young lovers head, her dark pubic mound hovers slightly over Abi’s face allowing the girls tongue to dart between her swollen pussy lips. Expertly flicking her clit before pushing deeper between her labia, making her grind down on to Abi’s waiting lips. The young girls persistent focus causes Mrs. Lovejoy to twitch and squirm, accentuating her expression of pleasure until, through his tunnel vision, Mr. Prendergast observes the woman suddenly grasp her thighs, throw her head back, thrust her breasts towards his lenses and sinks her dark bush heavily on to Abi’s chin. A moment of stillness passes until he notices a single trickle of moisture running down the chin of the young girl, welling at the base of her neck. Then Mrs. Lovejoy collapses beside the girl, their mess of bodies panting together, gently laying hands on each other as the sexual haze fades.



With an exhausted sigh Mr. Prendergast raises from behind his binoculars, takes a moment to compose himself and grumbles ‘perverts’ as he returns to his daily diary report.



All is still on Cockermouth Drive.



Day-to-day life carries on, oblivious to the lives of others.



In number ten Cockermouth Drive a soft click faintly echoes around the sparse room as the red glow gently dies from the record button.

He leads her to a building they have never been to. She doesn’t know what He has planned, but she trusts Him fully. Compared to the full sun outside, the interior of the building is dark. He greets the man inside as she looks around. A tattoo parlor. She cringes, not wanting a tattoo. But, she trusts Him. She looks up at the man her Master is talking to. A tall black man, his muscles visible even under the stark white shirt. He catches her eye and smiles, a friendly smile. She instantly feels safe, welcome. The man leads them to the back room.



The lighting here is better, mainly focused in one place though. Beneath that bright light is a chair, one you would see when visiting a female doctor. She looks at her Master with a question written across her expressive face. He smiles as He leans close to her ear, “Trust me.”



She does. She trusts Him completely. He begins to remove her clothes, folding each article and placing it to the side. At His word she climbs onto the chair, naked as the day she was born. He smiles at His girl, at her obedience, her trust. “This is Sam. You can call him Sir.”



She locks eyes with the man again, his dark brown eyes smiling as she greets him, “Hello Sir.”



He returns the greeting before grasping a strap at the side of the chair and wrapping it around her wrist, securing her to the chair. Her Master secures the other wrist. Another strap comes across her belly, tightening enough to hold her in place. Her feet are placed in stirrups, thighs and calves strapped in place. Knees bent, her legs are parted, revealing her innermost parts, cunt glistening in the light.



Her Master walks to her, opening a small box, very similar to a ring box, only slightly larger. Nestled inside are three rings, tiny hoops of gold. She blushes as she suddenly realizes why they are here, what His plans are. She looks down at her breasts, her nipples hardening, her eyes traveling back to her Master. He smiles as she nods her head, willing to continue.



Her Master nods to Sir as He reaches out and teases her left nipple, feeling the bud harden beneath His experienced fingers. Sir walks over and watches for a moment. Her eyes drift shut as she waits. His gentle touch relaxes her, hands on her breast, preparing it for the jewelry. Suddenly, a pinch, a tight pinch, a painful pinch! Her eyes fly open as she gasps, looking down to see the ring attached to her nipple. She looks at her Master, a silent plea on her lips, wanting to beg… no more. It hurts. His fingers stroke her hair, calming her. She sighs softly.



Her Master’s hands move to her right nipple. Her eyes stay on His, seeing the sadistic look on His face, knowing what He is thinking. Her right nipple is more sensitive. His hand rises to tug her lip from her teeth; she didn’t even realize she was biting it. He watches her reaction as the nipple is pierced, the gold ring sliding into her flesh. A soft cry escapes her lips as the pain grips her for a moment.



“Good girl. You are doing great.” Her Master’s praises help calm her racing heart. The pain fades to a dull ache. She looks at Sir, watching as He moves to a stool strategically placed between her spread legs.



“Oh my, this girl is dripping wet!”



Her Master joins Sir, smiling at her reaction to the pain. “Oh yes, my girl likes a bit of pain.”



Sir licks his lips unconsciously, the motion not missed by her Master. “Go ahead my friend, feel free to taste her.”



Without another thought Sir leans forward. She gasps softly as his tongue gently parts her folds, sliding inside to coax more juices from her. Hands clenched at her sides, she unsuccessfully tries to scoot closer to the mouth pleasuring her. Sir lifts up, smacking his lips. He whistles, one short whistle, and points to the place at his feet. She hears someone else in the room, barely able to see the other girl scurry to her place. A zipper moves and Sir moans softly. Then she hears the tell-tale sounds of a slave giving her Master pleasure, the sloppy wet sounds of a cock thrusting in and out, the girl gagging on its size.



His mouth drops back to her waiting cunt with more passion than before. Two fingers slide deep, stroking her g-spot, as he sucks hard on her clit. Head tilted back, she groans as his touch brings her oh so close. His fingers withdraw to slide over her outer lips, tongue lapping at the juices. She melts against the chair as she drifts away from the peak. Suddenly, he thrusts them deep again, another finger added to fill her aching cunt. A gasp, a whimper, her eyes searching for her Master, begging for release. He chuckles, watching His hot slave, absentmindedly stroking the bulge in His pants.



From the sounds below she knows when Sir empties his load into his slave’s mouth. A whisper in her ear, the words she was waiting for, and she explodes, cumming hard, her cunt squeezing and pushing the fingers still inside her. His mouth is firmly latched on her clit, drawing out her orgasm. She screams with pleasure, each wave taking her higher, till she finally falls, crying out and sinking against the chair. He sits up, licking his lips, smiling at her. His hand drops to his lap, letting his girl clean the juices from his fingers.



“A warm washcloth please, my girl.”



The girl stands to her feet, scampering off to obey. She returns with the cloth, wiping the dripping cunt, cleaning it. She returns the cloth to the other room and comes back, kneeling beside the chair.



“That was something,” Sir comments, looking at her Master.



“Mmmm, she is something else,” Master responds with a smile.



The two men lean over her swollen lips, quietly discussing her as they poke and prod at her clit and the hood above it. She lies back, trying to relax, until she feels the pain. She cries out, feeling like her clit is being pulled off. Her Master looks at her, gauging her reaction. She whimpers softly as the ring is put into place.



Sir slides his fingers over her outer lips, “Look how wet she is already.” His fingers fall to his side, the girl on the floor obediently cleaning them again. Sir strokes his cock as it hardens at the sight before him. Her Master smiles, ready and willing to push His girl a bit further. He leans over and whispers in Sir’s ear, something she doesn’t catch. Sir smiles and tells his girl to get the lube.



She looks at her Master in alarm, her eyes wide. He smiles at her, mouthing the words, ‘trust me’. She nods, trying to slow her breathing. Fingers brush against her rear entrance, coating it with the lube. Then the pressure begins as he pushes against her, fighting against her anal passage, coaxing her to relax and let him in.



“Master..” she pants. His hand lays on her thigh, letting her know He is here. At Sir’s command the other girl stands to her feet. Leaning over, her tongue teases the bound girl, licking her cunt while avoiding the new piercing. Pain and pleasure combine as she feels the head of his shaft enter her anal passage. She gasps as he waits, allowing her to accept him. Her whimpers tell him she is ready. He begins to push more, determined to fill her completely.



After what feels like forever, she looks at Master, softly whimpering, begging Him, “Please Master, enough, it hurts, he is so big!”



“Shhh, you can take it girl, just relax and accept it.” His words help some as she tries to relax. Suddenly the pain increases ten-fold as he shoves his cock deep, his balls resting against her ass. His moans confirm what her body tells her. He made it fit. She cries out, her ass clenching, trying to expel the intruder. He begins slowly, shallow thrusts to allow her body to accept what it is being made to do. The tongue on her cunt is momentarily forgotten as she bites her lip from crying out again, each thrust introducing another wave of pain/pleasure.



Her Master whispers in Sir’s ear. At his nod her Master moves to her head. A quick movement and her headrest falls back, His hand catching her head. That’s when she sees that His pants have been removed. His hard cock teases the entrance to her mouth. She opens, allowing Him to slide inside. His groans of pleasure please her, distracting her from the thrusts and grunts below. The two men begin to move in rhythm, each thrust increasing in speed and depth. His cock gags her as the one in her ass feels like it is entering her belly. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure, each thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her Master’s thrusts become frantic, signaling His impending release. She swallows as His seed enters her throat, filling her belly. His semi-hard cock slides from her mouth, leaving her feeling empty. Suddenly the pain in her ass increases, feeling like she is being ripped apart. The headrest is returned to its place, her head resting comfortably again.



Her Master moves next to her thigh, watching the large black cock thrusting harder into her tight white ass. She cries out as she suddenly cums hard, her ass tightening further on his cock, the pain causing the waves of pleasure to increase, her orgasm stealing her breath, feeling like she will never come down. Sir erupts in her ass, filling her with his seed, her ass milking him dry. She drifts back to earth, panting softly, her eyes finding her Master as He pulls His phone out of His pocket. The softening cock slides from her ass. Her Master groans, snapping pictures of her gaping ass. He looks at her, catching her eyes to smile at her.



She returns the smile, her body quivering, aftershocks of her orgasm washing over her. Her sore legs are lowered as Sir gives her Master instructions on proper care and cleaning of the piercings. The other girl smiles at her, licking her own lips to clean the juices. She blushes, rotating her wrists as they are released from their bonds. She stands on liquefied legs, leaning against her Master. He helps her dress, careful to slide her shirt over the new rings. Her g-string rests snugly against her cunt, soaking up her juices and the cum still dripping from her used ass.



Her Master thanks Sir, nudging her to do the same. She lowers her head a bit before looking up to see that friendly smile still in place. She blushes as she softly says, “Thank you Sir, for everything.”

In was a warm late Friday afternoon, and she’d come home a bit early from work to tidy up the house before he was expected to pick her up for dinner at their favorite restaurant, and since she had a few extra minutes, she decided to have a quick shower, to freshen up.



She figured she didn’t need much time, just wanted to wash her hair and shave herself smooth in all the right places, but as she stood with her back to the wall, enjoying the steam and letting the warm water flow over her body, she closed her eyes and slowly began to run her fingers across her chest and between her legs, thinking of him.



She’d noticed a certain something in his voice that afternoon when he called to confirm their dinner plans, and she was very much hoping things would play out like she expected: dinner, dessert, some wine and maybe a little snuggling? Maybe more?



Suddenly she heard her cellphone beep the distinctive tone that indicated a text message from him had arrived, and she quickly turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, grabbed the phone from her jeans on the floor, and flipped it open to read:



“Hey babe, just leaving the office, will be there shortly, I’m famished, looking forward to eating out!”



She felt a little shiver run up her spine, and smiled again, a bit dreamy-eyed, as she nodded her head, knowingly.



She’d known him for years, and even though she was more comfortable with him than she’d ever been with anyone else, to this day he had a way about him that made her feel a little shy sometimes, and left her with butterflies in her stomach, not that she was nervous, really, just that he could get to her in ways that other men hadn’t and couldn’t, in ways that often left her feeling more vulnerable than she liked to admit, and yet oh-so-very-safe, all the same.



She was still smiling as she toweled off her well-proportioned frame, slipped her silky-smooth brown legs into pink panties and a red thigh-length swishy skirt, buttoned up her favorite pink chiffon blouse, draped a chain with a single pearl around her graceful neck and fixed the clasp, dabbed a finger of her favorite perfume behind each ear, slipped into her best black pumps, and proceeded to brush her sleek dark hair as she waited for him to arrive, feeling a sense of giddy anticipation, hoping he’d like the way she looked, and hoping the evening would be as lovely as she thought it might it.



She felt her heart skip a beat as she heard his car pull into the driveway, heard the sound of his shoes on the sidewalk, heard the ring of the doorbell, and she tried to appear calm and collected as she opened the door slowly, but when their eyes met, she leaned in close for a kiss and a hug, losing any appearance of shyness.



He pulled her close with his right hand around her waist and returned her affections, but then gently pushed her away from him just a bit, and for a second she felt a chill run through her, wondering if she’d done something wrong, but her eyes went wide and she broke into a grin as he brought his left hand from behind his back to present her a bouquet of lovely summer flowers in an ornate glass vase.



“Aww, thank you, they’re beautiful!” she exclaimed, as she took the vase and placed it on a little table by the door, then turned back to him, pushed up on her tiptoes, took his face in both her hands and kissed him full on the mouth, as she pulled him towards her into the living-room.



“I’ll just get my purse and we can go,” she said, and turned from him, but he reached out and pulled her back, as he pushed the door closed behind him and turned the lock.



“Gawd, you look gorgeous, I’ve been hungry for you all day,” he growled, and he kissed her as if to devour her.



He reached around and placed his hands under her ass and lifted her up, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and he stood there momentarily as they engaged the deepest of soul-kisses, utterly lost in the giddy moment, and with her legs still wrapped around him, he began to walk slowly to the dining room, stopping at the end of the solid spruce table and placing her carefully on her back, legs dangling at the knees over the edge of the table.



She protested with a laugh that maybe they should move to the bedroom, but as he gently nibbled her left earlobe and covered her neck with wet kisses, he whispered, “our reservations aren’t for another hour, but I’m hungry for something to eat, here and now!”



She purred knowlingly, “mmmhm, that sounds utterly lovely!”



He placed his elbows on the table and kissed her on the mouth again, biting her lower lip oh-so-gently, stroking it with his tongue as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, undid the buckle on the front of her bra, and ran the tips of his fingers over her breasts, and down her stomach.



He kissed her full on the mouth once again, and as she tilted her head back, he drew a line with his tongue down her chin and neck, all the way to her lovely tits, taking her now-hard nipples full in his mouth, circling his tongue round and round, left then right, by turns, all the while gently fingering her belly-button ring and running his hands up and down her smooth firm thighs.



She let out a soft moan as he dropped to his knees, slid the hem of her skirt up past her waist, and in one movement pulled her panties down and off her stunning legs, then moved his head between her knees.



As she locked her ankles behind his head, and knit her fingers into his hair, he slid his hands under her ass, and began to kiss the insides of her thighs, working his way up till she could feel his warm breath and his tongue caressing her pussy, sliding his tongue in and out of her like a soft, wet cock, drawing her wetness up to her clit, gliding up and down, round and round, slow-fast-slow-fast, as he french-kissed her there with increasingly wild and passionate abandon, ever faster and harder, building, building, building.



“Oh gawd, don’t stop!” she cried, panting and trembling on the precipice as he continued to ravish her, probing her over and over, kissing and licking her pussy.



She didn’t want to finish, but she reached the place where she had to let go, and with a muffled groan she began convulse and shake.



“I’m gonna cum! Goddamn! I love you so fucking much!” she gasped, as her back arched and her body pulsed with waves of electric pleasure coursing up her back and belly to her brain, and down again, over and over for what felt like forever, til he finally slowed down and eventually stopped, and she was still and breathing quietly again



He helped her sit up slowly, then rose to his feet to kiss her full on the mouth again, and with a twinkle in his eye he whispered “Gawd, I love you – you taste so amazing.”



“Well, you taste pretty amazing yourself, mister,” she said with a giggle.



He kissed her again, then proceeded to help her back on with her clothes, telling her with a smile and a wink that they had just enough time to make their reservation, “cause after all, you know how I love eating out!”



She grinned, winked back at him, and they drove off into the night.

A couple of you have asked whether I really enjoyed my first encounter with Mary. The answer is very much yes.



Maybe I didn’t convey it very well, and it might have been a different type of enjoyment than I get with some of my other clients, but variety is the spice of life as they say.



Anyway, for a while, I was a frequent visitor to Mary’s place. This is the story of my second visit.




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Mary,



I remember the first time we met was when I did a handyman job for you. I accidentally brushed against your breast and things went on from there.



My first impression when I met you was of a bubbly, middle aged, red-headed British lady; fairly short and with a full and attractive figure; very friendly but quite proper; in fact pretty straight-laced. Little did I know.



We had made love on our first encounter, in a slightly awkward, but fairly passionate way, and I remember being amazed at the sight of your beautiful clit. I couldn’t it out of my mind. All I could think about was this straight laced woman walking around hiding that beautiful thing inside her knickers.



Since then I’ve discovered another side of you. I’ve seen the re-igniting of a vital and adventurous woman



It really started to change with that second meeting. You didn’t even pretend you needed a handyman job done; you just phoned and asked when I could come round.



The next afternoon, when I knocked at the door, you opened it almost immediately as though you had been waiting behind it.



You were wearing a pretty blue and white blouse and a darker blue skirt. Both more feminine than the clothes you were wearing when we first met and this time you were clearly not wearing a bra. I could see the contour of your lovely full breasts through the material of your blouse and your nipples were making their presence known; begging for attention. I just wanted to reach out and grab them. I felt an immediate stirring between my legs.



You invited me in and made small-talk, asking me how my day had been.



I guess although we had made love last time, it was a bit awkward meeting again a week or so later.



I made small-talk too, asking how you had been since we last met. Then I asked if you had any more shelves you needed putting up.



“No,” you said, that wasn’t why you asked me to come round.



An uncertain smile began to break out on your face and it looked beautiful. It was as though there was something you were excited about but unsure how I would react and you didn’t want to appear too eager. “I have a surprise” you said eventually. “I’m wearing special knickers.” You said that Michael had liked them and you were sure I would too.



You had my full attention.



You lifted the back of your skirt to give me just a glimpse of your knickers. They were black and silky and they clung to your rounded bottom.



Just the action of you lifting your skirt and the sight of the material stretched across your flesh was a real turn-on, but I still wasn’t sure what made the knickers special.



I reached down and fondled your backside. The warm flesh of your round buttocks felt sumptuous through the material. You gave me a penetrating look while I gently squeezed at your bottom.



Then you reached round and put your hand on mine, removing it from your backside and you led me down the hallway to the kitchen without a word.



Once in the kitchen, you hitched up your skirt again, leaned over, resting your forearms on the table and offered your backside to me. I must have hesitated. You turned around suddenly uncertain.



“I’m sorry,” you said. “This is what Michael always wanted, and we …Well I just thought .”



“No that’s fine” I said. “You look beautiful; and I love the knickers.”



I put my hand on your backside again and rubbed it gently over your buttocks. Then I noticed why they were special knickers.



They had a neat slit cut in the crotch that gaped open a little as I rubbed my hand over your bottom, giving me occasional teasing glimpses of your pussy with its pink flesh and wispy hairs.



I shifted my hand down and slid a finger between your thighs to the opening in your knickers. It served its purpose, providing easy access for my finger to explore your pussy.



You seemed a little uncomfortable, or maybe it was me. So I took hold of your arm and lifted gently. You stood up and faced me. I put my arms around you and gave you a hug. You wrapped your arm around my waist and squeezed.



We stood there in silence just holding each other for quite a while before you told me that it was a long time since you had let yourself go with a man. You told me how you felt so comfortable with Michael partly because you knew what he wanted, what made him happy.



“But what do YOU want?” I asked.



You looked back at me. “I want you to excite me, the way you did last time” you said.



“In that case,” I said” I’ll do my best.”



Then, somewhat to my surprise, you turned back to the kitchen table, leaned over and presented your beautiful backside again. I lifted your skirt to expose those special knickers and your succulent bottom masked by the silky black material.



I placed one hand on the back of your knickers and moved it slowly across your bottom, sliding the material gently over your skin. With the other hand I reached back down between your legs seeking out the slit in your knickers and parting it to slide my fingers through to your soft pussy lips.



They were rather dry, so put my hand to my mouth and applied some saliva to my fingers before returning them, taking care not to get too much of it on your knickers as I passed through the secret passageway back to your pussy



With that little bit of lubrication my finger slid easily back and forward between your pussy lips and gently up inside you. You were already wet inside and my finger moved easily as I stroked it slowly up and down against the delicate walls of your pussy.



I reached up with my other hand and stroked the back of your neck, toying gently with your hair as I continued to play with your pussy.



I had been dying to touch that beautiful clit that I had enjoyed so much last time. I remembered it as being large and demanding. I slid my fingers further down between your legs to find it. You spread your legs a little further apart to give me better access.



It was just as I remembered it. Large and firm; and with the juices that I had brought from your pussy my fingers slid back and forward over it with ease. I could feel it popping out from between my fingers as they slid back down along its length.



I moved my other hand from stroking over the outside of your knickers and slipped it inside the elasticated top to feel the flesh of your bottom directly. I could see through the material of your knickers the contour of my hand exploring your cheeks. Rubbing back and forward slowly and squeezing. Every now and then I brought my hand to a stop so I could stroke a finger gently between your cheeks.



I slid my thumb into your pussy and stroked the front wall while my fingers played with your clit. You seemed to particularly enjoy that.



You settled into a rhythmic deep breathing combined with an occasional sigh and you pushed back against my hand as I ran my fingers back and forth over your slippery clit.



After a while though you asked me to use my mouth.



“I’d love to,” I said, “but I’ll need you sitting down”.



I withdrew my thumb from your pussy and gave your clit a last affectionate squeeze.



You sat down on a wooden kitchen chair and spread your legs. The slit in your knickers was large enough that I could see a little of your pussy peeking through the slightly frayed edges of the cut in the material. It looked delightful; moist and pink and hairy; but I couldn’t quite see your clit.



I knelt down between your legs and lifted your knickers so that the gap in them widened and exposed your pussy in all its glory. Your pussy lips were glistening and plump with wispy reddish hairs and nestled up at the top was that magnificent pink clit that I had fallen in love with last time.



I kissed it hello. It seemed to throb in response.



I clasped my lips around it and sucked rhythmically running my lips up the length of it with each suck and brushing my tongue against the tip on the inside of my mouth.



“Oh you do that so well” you said, “but can you touch me as well?”



And with that you eased yourself closer to the edge of the chair so I was able to reach up and play with your pussy.



While I continued sucking on your clit I pushed my finger up between your pussy lips running my knuckle up and down the opening to your pussy. I felt the slippery flesh at the edge of your pussy rippling over my knuckle as I stroked it slowly back and forward.



Then I slipped my finger further up inside you. Your body welcomed it. The inside of your pussy caressed my finger as I stroked it slowly back and forward, curling it round to press against the front wall of your pussy. All the while sucking on your clit and flicking my tongue over the tip.



That seemed to work well for you as your body tensed and you let out a few gasps followed by what sounded like a sob and your body shuddered and went limp.



Then you started laughing. You put your hand on my head, signalling me to stop saying that you needed to rest a while.



I sat back on my heels.



Then you asked me to stand up. So I stood up. You leant forward, undid my shorts and pulled them down, followed by my briefs. You wrapped one hand firmly round my prick which was pretty limp at that stage, and cupped my balls with the other hand. The touch of you hand was like electricity, sending shivers through my body.



You started pulling slowly on my prick, squeezing it and gently massaging my balls. After a short while you said “You sit here.” I stepped back as you stood up and then I sat down on the chair, not knowing quite what to expect.



You grabbed a cushion from another chair and placed it at my feet. I parted my legs and you knelt on the cushion between my legs, resting your arms on my thighs.



Then you clasped my balls in one hand, squeezed the base of my prick with the other and to my delight you took my prick into your mouth and started sucking on it.



You sucked hard as you drew your head away from me, pulling on my prick and drawing blood into it. At the same time you played with my balls, fondling and gently rubbing your fingers across them.



Once my prick was a bit stiffer, you switched to shorter strokes with your mouth; just popping the head of my prick quickly in and out between your lips. That felt wonderful as my prick popped out and pushed back into your mouth, past your luscious lips.



I still love the way you suck and play with me. Your fondling and squeezing my balls in particular sends waves of pleasure through my body.



It wasn’t long before my prick was rock hard. Judging by the expression on your face and the occasional “mmmm” you was quite pleased with how it shaped up as this would have been the first time you got a good look at it.



When you were satisfied it wasn’t going to get any bigger you stopped sucking on it. You stood up and straddled my legs, positioning yourself above my lap and guided my prick up through the hole in your knickers to your pussy, before lowering yourself onto it.



I felt my prick slide fully up inside you.



Once you were in position, your thighs balancing on mine, supporting your weight, with your feet off the floor, you grabbed my shirt around the collar to give yourself some leverage and started into a rocking motion, sliding yourself back and forward so you pulled back off my prick and then rolled forward onto it.



It was a wonderful sensation, feeling my prick disappear right up inside you, with your body pressing down on it. I can only imagine what it felt like for you.



I undid the buttons on your blouse to expose your beautiful breasts which were full and round bouncing slightly as you rocked back and forward. The sight of them bouncing just added to the vision of a woman riding free, knowing what she wanted and taking it.



I reached down and slipped a couple of fingers into the split in your knickers to play with your clit again. I steadied my hand on my body and held my fingers in just the right place so that as you rocked back and forward you brushed your clit across them.



You closed your eyes as you seemed to disappear into your own world, gradually increasing the pace and energy of your rocking; building up to a wild ride.



I was totally carried away, under your control, a vehicle for you to act out or re-live whatever fantasy you were in, and I loved it. I was part of it, although I didn’t know what it was.



You started moaning, almost grunting, rhythmically with each rocking slide back and forward on my prick; your clit still rubbing up against my fingers. I love to hear you enjoying yourself like that.



Eventually you came with a series of long load moans.



You slowed a little then and moved my hand away from your clit but you seemed to want to continue feeling my prick push hard up inside you.



You reached round behind your and grabbed my balls, squeezing and stroking them rhythmically, expertly, with one finger stretching down beneath them stoking between my legs.



You took me to the edge of a cliff and I got dizzy. I was totally in your control as you rocked back and forward with my prick pushing deep up into your body.



I was already close to the edge and it only took a few more well practiced tugs and strokes on my balls to send me off into free-fall. You brought me to a powerful and extended climax as my body shuddered and I gasped for breath.



As you continued to rock back and forward with my prick deep inside your and to fondle my balls I was in ecstasy for what seemed like an age.



Then I put my arms around your waist and we just sat there holding each other for a while.



You were clearly a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it; and who was able to give enormous pleasure at the same time.



The change from the initial impression I had of the woman I met a week or two ago was dramatic. I was just grateful for the opportunity to experience that change and hope that I had contributed to it in some way.



Then you offered me a cup of tea I guess some things never change.

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