āMy neighbour Robās a really clever man. Some kind of writer and university lecturer. Heās also pretty good-looking and really fit - he goes running all the time. Not like my hubbyā¦ Iāve fancied him rotten for ages. If I knew he was working at home, Iād always wash my knickers and hang them on the lineā¦ Although my hubby hardly notices, I have some really nice underwearā¦ And he doesnāt notice my hold-ups either. And my neighbourās partner isnāt much better. She wears the dullest undies youāve ever seen, Iāve seen them on the line. And sheās always away with her workā¦ Iāve always fantasised about him seeing my lingerie on the line and coming next door and forcing himself on meā¦Ā Really forcing himself on meā¦
Anyway, we chat over the fence, and get each otherās bins in, and one day I was talking to him about something my daughter was doing at school, and he offered to come in and look over it. He nodded in to my hubby, who was watching football on telly and drinking Carling. One daughter was upstairs, and the other was round at her friends. He read over everything, showed me what mattered, and what I needed to do. Our legs had touched under the kitchen table, and I felt really smiley and happyā¦ I thanked him, and he said it wasnāt a problem, and just touched the top of my hand. It was like electricityā¦ I was wet anyway, and I just felt myself get wetter. We looked at each other, and I just reached over and kissed himā¦ Hubby was on the phone to one of his mates, telling him why Jose Mourinho was a wanker. We kissed again, and I just led him over to the kitchen door, put my back against it to keep hubby out, and pulled him to me. He was kissing me, and whispering that heād fancied me for agesā¦ I told him Iād fancied him since he moved in tooā¦ His hand was up my skirt and in my fanny, and I had to try really hard not to scream when he made me come.
"Itās too dangerous to fuckā¦ā I said, as I went down on my knees, and switched the dishwasher on to make some noise.
I unzipped his flies. It was big, thick and lovelyā¦
āShoot your lovely load down my throatā¦ā
I have a really good BJ technique. My mum and one of my āunclesā taught me how when I was twelve, and Iāve been doing them ever sinceā¦ I do quite a lot of them still, though itās mostly at work. I can even get a rise out of hubby now and again. I sucked the top of his cock, stroked his shaft, and tongued underneath the head. Soon the cream was going down my throatā¦ I swallowedā¦
āIām in tomorrow morningā¦ā
āIāll hang the washing out when the coastās clearā¦ā
āNot all the washing, I hope. Not the sexy knickersā¦ā
āOh, you have noticedā¦ Donāt worry, Iāll be dressed to pleaseā¦ā
We kissed quickly, and he went home. Hubby was still swearing about the footballā¦ I went upstairs, went to the bathroom, put a face-flannel in my mouth to keep myself quiet, and had a quick wankā¦ Hmmmmā¦. I tried to get my hubby interested in a blowjob when we went to bed, but heād drunk nine cans of Carling and fell asleep on me. Who says romance is dead? Still, there was tomorrow morningā¦
It was one of the days I wasnāt work at the office, so I got up early, made hubbyās packed lunch, got the girls off for school and hoovered and tidied downstairs. Then I changed the bed in our room, and put on nice fresh sheetsā¦ I was hoping Iād be changing them again a few hours laterā¦ Then I had a shower, and looked at my fanny. Iād had it waxed earlier in the week and it was lovely and smooth.Ā
I screw around a bit when I canā¦ Nights out with work, nights out with my friends, weekends away with my friends, and thereās nothing that gets a man going like a smooth little-girl cunt. Iāve never failed to get a man going if I whisper into his ear that I want him to fuck my ickle virgin cunt, and tell him itās naughty because Iām only elevenā¦ Works every time. Except with hubbyā¦Ā
Age is just a number after all. Iād done it for the first time at that age. Mum had sent me upstairs with a previous āuncleā. There were a succession of them through my teenage years, and it didnāt do me any harmā¦ Iāve managed to stop both my daughters having sex with boyfriends, but with boys their age itās really not worth it. But, if the right older man came alongā¦
Then I got dressed. Dress, heels, crotchless knickers from the secret stash where my sex-toys go as well, hold-upsā¦ It was windy outside as I hung out the washingā¦ I just let my skirt blow up.
Soon there was a knock at the doorā¦
āCome to fuck the working-class slapper next door, have we?ā
āYes, you vacuous piece of suburban cuntā¦ā
I didnāt know what he meant, but I liked the way he said itā¦ He forced me down on the kitchen table, and put his arm across my throatā¦ I liked this. Then he noticed the newspaper. Iām a Daily Mail readerā¦ It winds up some of the women at the council offices where I workā¦
āA fucking Mail readerā¦ I should have known. Do you know what I think we should do to Daily Mail-reading women? Lock them up and let asylum-seekers gang-rape themā¦ā
I liked the sound of that. I really liked the sound of thatā¦ I havenāt had anything like enough black cock in my life.
āYou arenāt going to rape me, are you? Just force your way in? No kisses? No foreplay?ā
The cock I felt rammed inside me was the answerā¦ Heād lifted my legs up over his shoulders, I was holding onto the kitchen table for dear life, and he was banging me so hard. He was big tooā¦ Thick and long, and he was hitting me deep every timeā¦ And he lastedā¦ I could see the kitchen clockā¦ Seven minutesā¦ He started slapping my arse tooā¦ I couldnāt hold off any longerā¦ I came. I could feel my cunt gripping himā¦ I felt him quiver, and then I felt him shoot his loadā¦
āRob, you can do that whenever you wantā¦ā
āGladlyā¦ Youāre a very serviecable piece of cunt, you knowā¦ā
We kissed, and cuddled, and I asked if I could get off the table. I was getting crampā¦
āI never thought youād ask,ā he said, spanking my arseā¦ I made the tea, with him kissing me and feeling me up all the time. And then we drank it and looked at each otherā¦
āWell, are you going to invite me upstairs?ā
I led him by the hand, up the stairsā¦ There was barely a trace of hubby, the sheets were clean and crisp, and we lay on the bed kissing and cuddling, before he went down on meā¦
āWant me to take off my knickers?ā
āThereās no need. I want them crusty and covered in cumā¦ā
He was so good with his tongue, then his fingers, then a fistā¦ I came and came, and eventually I gushed all over the bedā¦
āThatās lovely, but do you want to change the sheets?ā
āNo Rob, I can do that when weāve finishedā¦ Hubby never notices anything about the washing in this houseā¦ I think youāre getting stiff againā¦ā
āTurn over. Iāve had cunt. Now I want arseā¦ā
He got an antispetic wipe out of his jacket, and cleaned himself thoroughly, then a tube of lube out of his other jacket pocketā¦
āWhat if I donāt like it up the arse?ā
āWho asked you? I didnāt tell you had a choice, did I?ā
I put some pillows in the middle of the bed. I turned over, and the pillows lifted my arse in the airā¦ He knew what he was doingā¦ Tongue, then fingers firstā¦ Lots of lubeā¦ Then the head of his cock, gently pushing. I breathed out, relaxed, let him inā¦ As he slipped in it hurtā¦ He was big, but soon he was all the way in, thrusting in and outā¦ One of his hands played with my clitā¦ It was all I could do to stop myself coming againā¦ He came out, squirted more lube into my bumholeā¦ Then he went back in, still teasing my fannyā¦
āThatās just so good, Robā¦ā
I lost control, and came again. Thank god for the pillows. I could have damaged his cock with the way I just collapsedā¦
āStop holding back, Rob. I want to feel you come in my arseā¦ Just fuck my arseā¦ā
He did, and soon I felt him come againā¦ We lay and restedā¦
I was about get my crotchless knickers off nowā¦
āWho said you were taking these off? If your husband doesnāt notice, he wonāt noticeā¦ And my wife is away tonight. So youāre going to come over tonight, with that completed from for school, and Iāll checkā¦ And donāt go taking the hold-ups off eitherā¦ I like the streaks of cum on themā¦ā
He had a really filthy mind, and he knew what he wantedā¦ I liked thatā¦
Both of us were a bit worn out, but we managed one more fuck that morning, in between cuddling, lying together and chattingā¦ Iād mentioned what had happened to me with my 'uncleā at elevenā¦
āThat was terrible,ā he said.
āNo, it wasnāt, Rob. It was funā¦ Where I come from in the Fens, itās just normalā¦ He was Ok with my mum, so he was OK with me. And Mum always said to me that it was better with an older man than boys my age.
And Rob, I donāt really think you think it was terribleā¦ You may say that, but your cock is telling me something differentā¦ Donāt you want a nice smooth, young cunt sometimes? What would you do to a chubby young girl in her gingham school dress? And her white knee-socksā¦ And sandalsā¦ And white cotton pantiesā¦ā
He came over on top of me, and soon he was fucking me again.
āOh Uncle, that hurts, but itās lovelyā¦ Am I a bad girl, Uncle? Are you a naughty Uncle?ā
āOh yesā¦ Oh yesā¦ And what a little slut of a niece you areā¦ā
Both of us came againā¦ It had been a lovely morning, but he had to go off and take some phone-callsā¦
āIāll see you with that form tonightā¦ā
āAnd Rob, for the future - if Iāve got three pairs of thongs together on the line, just come overā¦ā
āI will..ā
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He kissed me and went. And I kept my wordā¦ I went over with the formā¦ And something else.
āRob, you know we were talking todayā¦ And I said that my Mum thought it was better to lose your cherry with an older manā¦ Well, these are the knickers my daughter Emma wore to school todayā¦ And these are the knickers my daughter Kirsty wore to school todayā¦ Have a sniff, and if you like them, theyāre all yoursā¦ And the girls who wear themā¦ā
Heād told me that his partner was away for a fortnight soon. And one weekend of it coincided with hubbyās fishing holiday in Ireland with his mates. He came over on Friday evening and stayed the night, and Saturday afternoon and stayed the night, and on Sunday morning we all lay together in bed, and he fucked three non-virgins as Sunday Love Songs played on the radio downstairsā¦ I know Iām doing the right thing. Iām getting great sex, my daughters are being fucked by a man who really knows what heās doing, and heās giving them extra help with their school-work too. Their marks have really improved. They go over most afternoons. In their school uniformsā¦
Living with Rob would never work - weāre too different. Living next door is just greatā¦ Especially since hubby had a heart attack on his fishing-trip to Ireland. I had some good insurance policies on himā¦ And Robās partnerās moved out. I found her on a lesbian dating-site, and I set a honey-trapā¦ Kirsty asked her if she could help her with some school work, and when I came home I found them at it in Kirstyās bedroom. I was 'all for phoning the policeā, but Rob 'persuadedā me not too, by convincing her that their relationship wasnāt working any longer and that she should move awayā¦
Rob may say Iām a vacuous piece of suburban cunt, but he doesnāt mean itā¦ And he doesnāt mind me shagging blokes from work, or the occasional random I meet on a night out.
After all, Iāve made sure he always has two willing young cunts at homeā¦ā Ā Ā
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