Mrs Lansdowne

When we moved in it was early spring, that's mum and me.

The divorce had been tough on both of us, and the move so far away from where we'd lived for years was going to be difficult, but it had been necessary. Mum's new job with a local law firm meant we were starting again, and I was taking a year out before uni.

Our next door neighbour, Anne Lansdowne was first to welcome us. She was absolutely gorgeous, or should I say voluptuous. She was a long time divorcee, so she was single like mum, about forty-five, curly blonde hair, huge breasts, and an infectious giggle.

The day we moved in Mrs Lansdowne brought us cups of tea and home made cakes, and I was conscious of trying not to constantly glance at her cleavage.

It was only a week since our arrival, and I was starting to get to know the neighbourhood, I'd set up my room having my desk in the window, with my laptop, games box, printer etc.

My bedroom was at the back of the house overlooking our overgrown garden, and with a view of both gardens either side.

Mrs Lansdowne's was immaculately kept, a large patio with a hot tub on the far side, and area of lawn, and raised beds, with a large summerhouse at the other end of the garden.

On the other side, Mr and Mrs Higgins had a typical garden, grass with a path down the centre, leading to a shed in the corner. Mr and Mrs Higgins were a couple in their late fifties, he was a salesman, out on the road a lot, and she was a part time accountant working from home.

Within a few days the weather became quite warm for April, and so I set to work on getting the overgrown grass into a reasonable state. I'd managed to almost finish mowing, and had worked up quite a sweat. I'd stripped off my t-shirt, and was just in jeans and trainers when, above the sound of the mower, I heard a voice calling, "Billy."

Looking up, above the top of the fence was Mrs Lansdowne's head.

"Billy, I've just made some lemonade, and saw you out of my upstairs window, would you like some?"

"Thank you," I said gratefully, "I'd love some."

"Then come on round, I was just hanging out some washing, I've got some cake too!"

"That's too much temptation," as I said it, I wasn't thinking about any innuendo.

"Come on then, and let me tempt you."

Whether she saw me blush, I'm not sure, but I was already red faced and perspiring from the lawn mowing, and I then realised what I'd said could be misconstrued.

Arriving via her side gate, I was greeted by Mrs Lansdowne sitting at her garden table on the patio, with a large jug of iced lemonade, and a plate full of cakes.

"Oh you've put your t-shirt back on, there was no need." She looked disappointed.

Mrs Lansdowne on the other hand was wearing a tight, red jersey t-shirt, the v-neck showing her cleavage, and incredibly her nipples were like little olives, pushing the fabric outwards.

Sitting down opposite her, she must have seen my eyes out on stalks, she was in tease mode.

"So tell me Billy, do you know anyone up here? Girls? Boys? Relatives?"

"Not a soul," I replied, "and having this year out, and not being in a school or college doesn't help. Anyway I'm going to get whatever work I can, my place at uni is certain, so I'll just take every day as it comes, if I meet any mates along the way, it's all good."

"Well I may have a bit of gardening that needs doing, as long as you take your shirt off!" Mrs Lansdowne winked.

I laughed and added, "Thanks for the lemonade, Mrs Lansdowne, and my cake was delicious, but I must get back to finish the grass before mum gets in, otherwise I'll be for it."

"Yes go on, I've loved talking to you, I hope I can get to know you and your mum a bit more. I've got my washing to hang out now."

I left and went back to finish the lawn. Mum was quite pleased my day had been productive because I was sure that she was concerned about me being 'isolated.' I told her about Mrs Lansdowne offering lemonade and cakes, and she commented that I might get a few odd jobs if she spread the word.

The next couple of days the weather was still mild. Mum had left for work each day, telling me to "get my lazy ass' up, and "make myself useful."

On the second morning around 9.30am, I was sitting in front of my window, in just my boxers, gaming on my laptop, when Mrs Lansdowne appeared in her garden. She immediately looked up and waved, as though knowing I'd be there.

I waved back, and she smiled, and then returned indoors. I continued gaming, and noted those wonderful breasts once more.

It wasn't more that five minutes before she reappeared, but this time she was carrying a towel, and wearing what could only be described as a fairly limited bikini.

My jaw dropped open, as I strained forward in my chair to get a better view.

I watched as she climbed into her hot tub, and switched on the bubbles.

She didn't look up, just relaxed back in the tub, and closed her eyes. Her breasts, encased in the red bikini top, were surrounded by the frothy, bubbling water. I felt my cock twitch!

My mind went into fantasy mode, imagining what those breasts would be like to touch.

Was Mrs Lansdowne doing this to tease? She knew I was there, and she hadn't looked up at my window since she'd waved earlier on.

Without thinking, my hand was on my stiffening erection, and as I squeezed, it hardened even more.

By now my eyes were riveted on the hot tub. Mrs Lansdowne seemed totally relaxed, her eyes closed. I was starting to massage my cock, which now was out in the open below my desk.

As I gazed out of the window, I was desperately wanting her to open her eyes, to perhaps see me watching her, and be aware of my boyish interest. But I think she knew that.

Instead as I continued rubbing my cock, I saw her expression change. The relaxed look became one of more concentration, one of focus. Her lips opened, then she licked them, then she closed her mouth, and seemed to grit her teeth.

In an instant I knew that under the bubbles she was masturbating!

"Oh my god," I heard myself say.

Fascinated, absorbed, I saw her finally throw her head back, and her mouth open, in what must have been a gasp as she came.

"Fuck me," I said out loud.

I kept watching as she was in the afterglow of her orgasm. As the bubbles continued, she relaxed, opening her eyes, but avoiding looking up. My hand still stroked my cock, and in only a few minutes I was ready to cum. Hurriedly I reached for the tissues, and only just in time, as my cock started jumping, shooting spurt after spurt into the paper handkerchief. I grunted, and kept ejaculating in a surprisingly extended orgasm.

Shortly after that Mrs Lansdowne clambered out of the hot tub, and I got one last look at her superb body, as she went indoors without a glance upwards.

My mind still swirling, I went and showered, and for the rest of the day I busied myself with emails, and social media stuff, catching up with my old friends down south, but still wondering about Mrs Lansdowne.

The next day brought yet another surprise.

In the house across the road lived a youngish couple, in their late twenties. They both worked, I guessed she was probably a teacher as I'd seen her carrying books indoors. He was always suited, I guessed possibly in sales, or maybe an accountant.

On this particular day I was up before mum went to work, I was going to look at joining a gym and explore the town in more detail. She'd asked me to mend a curtain rail in her bedroom, so after she had driven off I got my few tools, and set about the task.

I noticed that the guy opposite was working at a table in his lounge window. It was still only 8.30am when Mrs Lansdowne appeared from her front door, and walked directly over to his house. The guy disappeared from the window and opened the front door, even before Mrs Lansdowne had reached it. Furtively, the guy glanced outside as she entered straight inside.

There was something definitely going on, and this was intriguing.

Just minutes later the curtains to the spare bedroom were pulled shut.

My thought processes drew the inevitable conclusion, and having mended the curtain rail I remained watching the house opposite.

Forty five minutes passed, and the front door opened. Mrs Lansdowne looked slightly nervously up and down the street, before hurrying back to her house. The guy quickly retreated indoors, and moments later I saw him open the bedroom curtains. It seemed obvious that they had just been fucking each other.

Mrs Lansdowne was someone with a big sexual appetite it seemed.

With that in mind I went into town and sorted my gym membership out, before wandering the local high street and having a coffee.

It was on my return home that I bumped into Mrs Lansdowne once again.

"Hi Billy," she said as I'd almost got to my front door. She was emerging from hers.

"Isn't it gorgeous weather. Are you finding your way about gradually?"

Again I couldn't help noticing her prominent nipples under her t-shirt, "Yes, I've just been into town on the bus, I've joined a gym, I had a look round at the same time."

She seemed to thrust her breasts upwards, and watching my reaction, she said, "I need to lose a few pounds," glancing down at her boobs.

"I wouldn't say that, you look ok to me," I said, very boldly.

"Stop it, you smooth talker, I need to get in shape to wear my bikini this summer."

"The red one?"

Mrs Lansdowne's face showed immediate recognition of her dip in her hot tub the day before.

"Ooooooh you shouldn't be spying on me, naughty boy, now I won't be able to go topless in my hot tub."

"I promise I won't, Mrs Lansdowne, but you'll have to put a flag up when you use it, and I'll pull my blinds."

We both burst out laughing.

As I left to go indoors my parting comment was, "I'll look out for it."

The teasing was all consuming, a fantasy that brought on masturbation yet again, Mrs Lansdowne was starting to become a very horny stimulus. That night in bed I was at it once more.

Next day, the sun still shone. I went out to set about the garden shed, and get it sorted and secure. I must have been making a fair bit of noise because suddenly above the fence came Mrs Lansdowne's voice.

"Billy, what are you up to? Look I've got my flag, I'm just going in the tub!" She was having a fit of giggles, and I could see her waving a twig with a white handkerchief attached.

"Ok Mrs Lansdowne, I'm just sorting out the shed, and putting a padlock on," and then lying, I said, "you go ahead, I won't be spying on you!"

"Hmmmmmm, I'm not sure if I trust you, but anyway I'll leave you to it, be good."

She disappeared out of sight, and I heard the bubbles in the hot tub begin.

Eventually screwing the new clasp on the door, and clipping the padlock on, I went back into the house.

The temptation was too much. I went straight upstairs, and crept almost on my knees, peering out of the window just above the window sill.

There, resplendent, was Mrs Lansdowne laying back, as before, in the hot tub, but her naked breasts were on display for everyone, or at least me, to savour. They were delicious, the nipples I'd glimpsed under her t-shirt were standing out proudly.

I watched for at least fifteen minutes, my knees getting sore, before I watched with baited breath her exit from the tub. There had been no repeat of her pleasuring herself, but I enjoyed the sight of her breasts swinging from side to side as she padded back into the house. This time she glanced upwards to see if I was watching. I ducked down, and exhaled with a long, "Phew!"

The weekend came, and the weather had changed, it was back to a cooler spring. However, mum got me doing stuff in the house, it needed a lick of paint here and there, and there were still pictures to hang.

Mum was going out that Saturday evening, invited by her boss to his house for dinner. I managed to get most of what she wanted done by mid afternoon, and when the front door bell sounded I heard mum talking to Mrs Lansdowne.

"Sorry to interrupt you Lucy, but I know your Billy was looking for work and my best friend popped round and mentioned that she's looking for a gardener for her mum, I thought Billy might be interested."

"Billy!" mum shouted, "Anne from next door wants to speak to you."

Mrs Lansdowne greeted me with a smile, and yet another view of her cleavage. She explained the possibility of some work, and asked if I'd like to have a quick chat with her friend while she was there.

Mum said, "Go ahead, strike while the iron's hot."

I followed Mrs Lansdowne back to hers, trying not to stare at her rounded buttocks moving in a rhythm as she walked.

"This is Gracie, my best friend, we've been partners in crime ever since we started secondary school together. I can't tell you Billy, how much she means to me, anyway, she needs a gardener!"

Gracie was another stunning older lady. She was afro-caribean the same height as Mrs Lansdowne, and with equally generous breasts. With her blue coloured dreadlocks, and her full lips, she was gorgeous.

"Hi Billy, Anne was right, you look the sort of boy who could turn heads!"

Both of them watched me blush, and burst out laughing.

"Sorry, I don't want to frighten you away before I've even explained."

Regaining her composure she continued, "My mother, lives just around the corner from me, and is suffering from dementia. She is ok living alone for the time being, as long as I visit every day, and as I work from home I can do that. Anyway she needs a gardener to cut the grass and keep her garden tidy, just three or four hours one morning a week. Do you think you might be interested? The pay would be good."

"Yes, I'd love to, where does she live, and which day of the week? I asked.

"She lives on Beaumont Gardens, it's probably a fifteen minute walk from here, or a few minutes by bike, you won't need any tools, she has everything. I'm just around the corner, 11, Beaumont Avenue, if you come there on Tuesday morning about 9.30am? how does that sound?"

"Great, cool, I'll see you then."

Just as I was about to leave Mrs Lansdowne interrupted.

"Do you have to hurry back home Billy? Would you like a quick beer?" she smiled invitingly.

"Ok, please, yes, thank you. Mum's out tonight, but I will have to be back before she goes."

While she went to fetch the beer, and some wine for both of them I said, "Sorry, I'm not sure what to call you, what's you surname, Mrs?.....?"

"Don't be daft, call me Gracie, and more to the point, are you still calling Anne, Mrs Lansdowne? I bet she loves that respect thing."

Mrs Lansdowne returned with the drinks, just to catch the gist of the conversation.

"Ok, yes, I do love being called Mrs Lansdowne by a young man, it gives me a bit of a .........well you know!"

Gracie erupted in giggles, "Yes I do know, you're so naughty Anne. Give the young lad a break, let him call you Anne."

I was caught in the middle of all these hidden meanings, but I did say, "If you don't mind then, I'll call you Anne, but I'll call you Mrs Lansdowne when it's appropriate."

Giggles erupted once more, "Hmmmmm now I wonder when that might be!"

I decided to keep quiet, and sip my beer while Anne and Gracie exchanged 'looks.'

"Can we swap mobile numbers just to have a point of contact?" Gracie asked just before I left.

"Yes, can I have it as well?" Mrs Lansdowne added, "You never know when I might need you to help me with something."

That set off more laughter, and after swapping our numbers I made my escape. I couldn't help thinking that the two women were mischief makers personified.

Mum left by taxi shortly after 7.15pm and after cooking myself a burger, and having another beer, I went up to my room to game on my laptop.

It had not long been dark, but I only had the light from my screen and the blinds half open to the night sky.

Consequently when I heard the sound of laughter, I looked out and saw Mrs Lansdowne and Gracie, both obviously drunk, teetering their way with towels, glasses of wine, and handbags, towards the hot tub. It seemed that they had been drinking ever since I had left.

I watched as they almost fell into the tub, giggling. They were both dressed in revealing bikinis, and I took a good long look at their ample breasts before they were submerged beneath the bubbles. The garden lights gave a subdued ambiance to the whole patio area.

Fascinated, I wanted to see what would happen next.

Both women seemed to chat, giggle, hug, drink, and whisper.

And then I saw Gracie look up, I wasn't visible, but maybe the glow of my laptop screen showed that I was in my room. I saw her turn to Mrs Lansdowne, and point upwards at the same time giggling uncontrollably.

Their conspiracy was obvious, but what followed took my breath away.

I saw Mrs Lansdowne stand up in the tub, reach behind her, and unclip her bikini top. She took the top and whirled it around her head, her breasts swinging free. Laughing she sat back down in the bubbles.

Straight away Gracie stood up, her dark skin glistening with the water cascading down. Not to be outdone, she unclipped her top, letting it fall away to reveal her magnificent boobs, her nipples standing proud like black olives.

With a flourish she shimmied, making her breasts swing from side to side, finally cupping them with her hands, pushing them upwards, until she licked each nipple in turn. It was a display meant for me.

Both women dissolved in more fits of giggles.

I was still holding my breath. This whole thing was because they knew that I was watching, it was a gigantic tease, and they were drunk.

But I was transfixed, and when I saw Mrs Lansdowne reach out of the tub, into her bag, and find her mobile, I almost knew what was coming.

She said something to Gracie, they both giggled, and she typed away on her screen. As she finished they both looked up at my window, and my mobile 'pinged.'

My heart pounded as I opened the text.

'Why don't you come and join us?'

What did I say to that? Yes? but while I was thinking, there was a second ping.

'Don't be chicken. Your mum is out. we dare you'.

I wanted to......two gorgeous women, I fumbled to reply.

'Ok, give me five minutes to get my shorts'.

There was no reply, but I saw them both giggle again, before I hunted in my drawer for my swimming shorts.

Excitedly I changed into shorts and t-shirt and made my way, via the side gate, into Mrs Lansdowne's garden.

Both women cheered, as I nervously approached the hot tub, not sure where to look.

"Get that t-shirt off immediately," commanded Gracie, "we've taken our tops off."

"Too right," Mrs Lansdowne agreed.

Pulling it over my head I stood beside the hot tub, not sure what to do next.

"Come on, get in," was the cry from both of them, Gracie motioned, "You can sit opposite us, we won't bite," and then predictably adding, "at least not hard."

Slowly I climbed in, enjoying the warmth, and trying not to make contact with their feet below the surface.

Looking across at them it was fortunate that the water was bubbling up to their necks, so I wasn't too embarrassed to make eye contact. Bizarrely as it seemed, I began to relax in the presence of these two drunk, half naked, older women.

"That's better, we can now find out more about you young man."

"There's not much to know Mrs Lansdowne, I mean Anne," I replied honestly.

Gracie giggled at my respectful 'Mrs Lansdowne'.

"I know about you moving up here, and you don't know many people, but how about your past. Have you had many girlfriends?"

The two women were now waiting on my reply.

"Two really, both were at school with me."

"So you're not a virgin?" Gracie's eyes were looking directly at me.

"No," was all I said.

"Well go on, tell us the details!"

"Stop it Gracie, you're just too nosey," Anne's voice was scolding.

"Look, Billy hasn't got a drink, why don't you go and get him one."

"But I might miss something," she whined.

"GO!" Anne shouted, "is a beer ok Billy? or wine?"

"I'll have a beer, please, Gracie, and you won't miss anything!" It was my turn to laugh.

However, when she stood up my eyes widened considerably. Oh god, those breasts, those nipples, the plump mound between her thighs as she hitched her leg over the edge of the tub.

My eyes fixed back on Anne, who'd watched my face.

"She's a sexy woman isn't she? I've known her a long time, she's a lot of fun."

Gracie returned, handing the beer to me before climbing back into the tub. I watched her breasts dangle, and swing, as she bent forward, and partly because she had had a lot to drink, and partly because she half tripped, she fell into me. I caught her as she fell, my hands clasping one of her breasts.

"Sorry," I said, as she ended up sitting beside me.

Ignoring my apology, she carried on, "You were just about to tell us some secrets."

Gracie was now squeezed up against me, and when you've got two naked generous breasts right up close, it's hard to concentrate.

"Of the two girlfriends, the first was a few years ago, we were u******e, and both of us had sex for the first time, it was pretty much a disaster. The second was someone who worked in mum's office, she taught me a lot, gave me confidence, and, I'm afraid that's about it."

"I wonder how much confidence you have now?" Gracie deliberately whispered close to my face, her tongue licking her lips provocatively.

Before I could reply, I felt her hand grasp my cock under the water. She massaged it briefly, and straight away it began to stiffen.

"Anne, I think we have something of interest here!"

Within just a few seconds it was straining inside my swimming shorts.

Gracie seemed to nod to Anne, and she was soon sliding round the tub to join us.

"This is not fair,"

It seemed a stupid thing to say, but now there were two pairs of hands under the water, massaging and exploring.

"Lift up," Anne said, "up!"

As I lifted myself up a few inches, my shorts were pulled down to my knees, and as I sat back down my cock raised to its full extent.

"Fucking hell Anne, this is quite a prize, I wonder how good his will power is?"

The giggling began once again, and even though I protested, once again there was no going back.

First one hand would stroke up and down, while another hand was caressing my balls, then the hands would swap, and all the time both of their bodies were pressed up close to me.

It wasn't long before the game was up.

"Oh fuck,........fuck, fuck, you're such...........fuck, I'm going to cum."

My cock jumped, I must have closed my eyes, and gasped, and their fingers milked every drop from me.

"Success!" shouted Gracie, and Anne joined in.

"Excellent," she added, and both of them slid away back to the other side of the tub, both were smiling broadly, as I struggled to pull my shorts back up.

"Fuck me, you two are sooooo bad!"

They laughed again.

"If you were two older guys, and I was a young girl.......just think about that," and after a pause I added, "But it felt bloody good."

It wasn't long before I had to get back, I wasn't sure if it was going to be a late night for mum, or not.

Before I left, though, Gracie said, "I hope you're still going to do my mum's garden on Tuesday?"

"Yes, of course," I was smiling, "I'll be at yours for about 9.30am if that's ok, if there's a problem just text me."

And with that I grabbed my t-shirt and left her and Anne to finish their drinks.

The rest of the weekend passed normally, but mum was on my case about "not lazing around," so she was pleased to know that I was getting bits of work like the gardening. She made sure that I was up early on the Tuesday morning, and after she'd left for work, I got my bike out and set off for Gracie's.

She greeted me with a knowing smile, but didn't mention Saturday night at all. We both walked around the corner, and she introduced me to her mother. She was a lovely lady, better than I expected, but it soon became obvious that her short term memory was shot.

Gracie showed me the shed where the mower and tools were, and we agreed that I would mow the grass in the back garden, and clear one of the flower beds from weeds, in addition I would tidy up the patio, ready for her mum to sit out on, in the summer.

Three hours soon passed, I had brief chats with Gracie's mum, and she made me a drink, and then having put everything away, I said goodbye, and walked back round to Gracie's house.

I must say that I wasn't at all sure of what to expect. After my busy morning I felt pretty horny, but there would be nothing worse than misreading a situation, or picking up the wrong signals.

I needn't have been concerned, Gracie was a one off, and she clearly knew what she wanted.

She greeted me at her front door, dressed in a flowing robe of a dress. It hid some of her curves, but couldn't hide her massive bust.

"Come on in Billy, was everything ok? mum wasn't a problem was she?"

"Noooooo!" I said, "She's a sweetie, made me a drink, and just let me get on with it."

"Good, you haven't got to rush off have you?"

I shook my head, "No, my afternoon is free, I need to use the bathroom though, just to freshen up."

"Of course, follow me."

I followed Gracie, and to my surprise she led me upstairs, and then into her bedroom.

"Use my shower, there's a blue towel in there, take your time, I'll be downstairs."

Slightly disappointed I went into Gracie's bathroom, thinking that I'd misread the signals. Stripping off, the power shower hit the spot. The unusual exercise, and bending over weeding, I needed the jets of water to revive me. Turning slowly around I positioned the water onto every part of my body, and finally I turned off the tap and stepped out, grabbing the towel from the hook.

"I'll do that," Gracie's voice made me jump. She had stepped through the door, and took the towel from me.

"Thank you," was all that I said, but Gracie's eyes, and smile told me all that I needed to know, there was no misreading that look.

Carefully towelling my back, and arms, there was a quiet instruction, "Turn round."

As I turned to face her, she rubbed the towel over my chest, and slowly moved downwards.

"This is what I want."

The towel was dropped, and she gently took my cock between her fingers, and as she expected, it slowly rose to attention.

"Follow me."

Gracie led me into the bedroom, and reached behind her to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor, leaving her totally naked.

"Now come to bed and make love to me."

Looking down at her contrasting dark skin against the white sheets seemed to arouse me more, She lay on her back, her breasts spread to each side of her torso, with the black nipples standing up proud. Her legs were parted with one bent at the knee but I could see the pink, plump lips of her pussy, and a hint of her glistening juices starting to show.

"I want you to eat me first......please."

I got down on my knees at the foot of the bed, and leaned forward between her dark, rounded thighs, the skin was so smooth as my face brushed against them. The sweet, slightly musky perfume of her highly aroused pussy was a heady mix.

As soon as my tongue slid between her labia, she cried out, "Oh yes, oh yesssss!"

Her taste was exquisite, her juices flowed. My tongue slid upwards, the tip flicking her little bud. When I took it between my lips and gently sucked, her thighs trembled.

"Oh god Billy, don't stop that.....squeeze my nipples will you."

As I sucked and lapped at her pussy, her clit was now swollen. I reached upwards with both arms and found her nipples with my fingers, and as I squeezed them, she urgently said, "Harder, harder, go on."

I pinched them hard, and sucked harder on her clit. Suddenly she seemed to explode. Her hips lifted upwards, and started to buck and roll. My mouth tried to keep sucking, and her thighs gripped my head.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...........fuckkkkkkkkkk......" her cries echoed round the bedroom. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," her body slumped back onto the bed, and I was able to raise my head, my whole face seemed to be wet, glazed with her juices.

I climbed onto the bed, and slid upwards on top of her, until I could look into her eyes. She kissed me softly, "Billy that was amazing, oh god, it was so good. Please fuck me now, I want to feel you cumming now."

My cock was inches from Gracie's pussy. I adjusted my hips, and the tip of my cock found the softness of her pussy. With a slight flex of my body I pushed, and inch by inch I slid inside her.

"Jesus, you're big, oh fuck you feel so good, now fuck me, and fill me up, I want to have your spunk."

I think Gracie was expecting me to cum like in the hot tub, quick and without delay, but I wanted to savour every second within her. I thrust gently at first, going deep inside, then withdrawing, until I was ready to thrust slowly again. As this slow fucking continued, I looked down at Gracie's face. To begin with she studied my face, waiting to see the signs of my orgasm approaching, but then her expression clearly changed, and her breathing became deeper. When her eyes started to flicker and close I knew that she was going to cum again.

Sure enough, it was her next words.

"Fuck Billy, I'm going to cum again."

Steadily I kept my rhythm, and my cock was pounding against her pussy. In a cry of pure pleasure, her body began to shake and shudder once again.

I stopped moving, I was looking down at her, and her eyes gradually focused.

"You keep surprising me, you little stud, and you haven't cum yet for god's sake."

"I'm not far off, you sure you want me to?"

Her legs clamped my buttocks hard, "Cum you little bugger, cum!"

"Get on all fours, quick."

We separated, Gracie rolled over, and got on her knees. Her pussy, wet and gaping, invited me back inside her. Both of us noticed the view in the wardrobe mirror at the same time. The contrast of my white body moving against her black skin, along with the slap of my thighs on her ass, tipped me over the edge.

One last thrust, a long groan on my part, a brief exclamation, as Gracie felt my hot spunk inside her, and we both collapsed side by side.

"Billy, I don't know what to say, not many guys have satisfied me like that."

"Don't say anything Gracie, just hold it in your memory."

We kissed for a while, and then dressed. Downstairs Gracie reached for her handbag.

"I've got to pay you......oh god.....I mean for the gardening. Oh fuck what does this sound like......definitely the gardening!"

I laughed, "Ooooooh I'll up my rates.......don't even think like that.....it's a happy embarrassment! But more to the point, do you want me to do more gardening for your mum next Tuesday?"

"As long as you come back here afterwards." Gracie's eyes fixed on mine, "PLEASE."

"I'd love to Gracie, yes."

My cycle ride home was on air. I told mum that I'd got paid, and that I would have more next week. She was chuffed, and opened a bottle of wine for dinner.

I slept well, and even mum left me alone next morning.

I heard her drive away, and it was less than a minute when my phone pinged.

'I hear you've been a naughty boy!' There was a devil's face emoji, and a wink, completing the text message.

Anne had obviously been talking to Gracie.

I decided to be slightly sarcastic.

'We were two consenting adults, unlike Saturday night!'

'It seems that you made quite a hit, Gracie spoke of nothing else last night.'

'We enjoyed ourselves.' It was an understatement.

'Well she was making me very jealous, she beat me to it.'

'I didn't realise it was a competition?'

'Sorry it isn't, but you know we both fancied you.'

The texting was making me feel quite horny.

'Now you're being naughty.'

'I am. I'm still in bed. Come and see me now.'

It was an invitation difficult to refuse.

'Are you sure, what would Gracie say?'

'I've just text her, She said go for it.'

I couldn't resist, 'I'll be there in five minutes. Leave the kitchen door unlocked.'

This was the craziest thing I'd ever done, but I was hooked.

Dressed in just shorts and sweatshirt, I padded barefoot through the side gate, into the kitchen, locking the door behind me.

Quietly I climbed the stairs, hearing a voice directing me to Anne's bedroom.

"Come in, I'm in here."

Tentatively pushing open the bedroom door, I saw immediately the large kingsize bed, a floral duvet, and just peeping over the top of the duvet was Anne's face, smiling and saying, "Get undressed, and come and join me, it's snug in here."

I stood near the foot of the bed, and stripped off my sweatshirt. Then with Anne's eyes staring at me, I lowered my shorts and boxers, revealing my semi hard cock.

"Mmmmmmm," was Anne's reaction,

I lifted the edge of the duvet and slid underneath. Anne was naked and her body was warm. Immediately she pulled me to her, enveloping me in her arms, with her large breasts pressed against my chest. It was enough to complete the job on my cock, and it pressed into the top of Anne's thighs.

"Mmmmmm, you're so hard, I need to see that cock."

Throwing off the duvet, it fell to the bedroom floor, leaving us both naked together on the bed.

Anne was very different to Gracie, in that, she was going to be in charge!

Pushing me onto my back she raised herself so that she could take my erection in her hand, and then into her mouth.

I heard myself groan, and then struggle to breathe as she rolled herself round and straddled my face. Her wet pussy pushed against my mouth and her curvy thighs were either side of my head. Somehow I was able to push my head backwards so that my nose was free to suck in air.

Only then did I start to lap my tongue inside her swollen labia.

It brought a muffled sound from Anne as she continued to suck and lick my cock.

We seemed to use our mouths as best we could, gradually arousing each other. In my constrained position, I knew that I'd be able to bring Anne off, her clit was swollen, and I could tell she was responding as her juices continued to flow. However, I was realising that Anne's mouth was going to take me beyond my sense of control.

It helped that in the few seconds that it took for me to sense my impending orgasm, Anne started to cum. It was her violent movement, her thighs closing against my head, and the difficulty I had breathing that stopped me from cumming.

In Anne's moment of pleasure she had released my cock, and as she finally raised her body to one side, I could breathe again, and regain my self control.

"Fuck that was good, Gracie was dead right, you're good, very good, but don't think you're finished yet."

Anne rolled onto her knees, and this time straddled my hips. Her massive boobs swung above me, as she lowered her pussy onto my cock.

I said quickly, "Shit, I'm going to cum soon, don't move too much."

Anne laughed, raised herself up until my cock was no longer inside her, and grabbing it with one hand, squeezed the head, so hard it made me cry out.

"Fuck, let go, fuck that hurts."

Anne did let go, and it had had the desired effect, because as soon as she'd lowered herself onto it again, and I was deep inside, I was back in control of my body.

Looking down at me she laughed, as she gathered up her boobs and, in turn, pushed the nipples to her mouth, just like I'd seen her do in the hot tub on that night I had watched her.

And then she started rocking. Pumping her hips and buttocks back and forth, pressing herself down on me.

"Gonna make you shoot your load inside me Billy, I want your spunk dribbling from my pussy, I wanna fuck you all morning."

It seemed that Anne liked to 'talk dirty,' and it was turning her on.

I reached up to play with her nipples, they weren't as big as Gracie's, but when I touched them it had an immediate effect. She shuddered and just said, "Yes!....just do that."

It brought her second orgasm closer. Her hips moved faster, with more intent, her breathing quickened, and there was a rhythmic "oh...oh...oh..." until finally the dam burst. With a cry of, "Ohhhh Billy!" she came, and I felt her pussy pulsating.

Her face softened, and her body relaxed, but she was still panting, albeit less so.

I was now more in control of myself than before, and I wanted to see if Anne could take more. My cock still deeply inside her, I pulled her to one side, and then onto her back. She looked slightly startled, but gripped my thighs with both legs.

"Billy, let me have your spunk, let me have it."

Anne was going to have to wait. I wanted to watch her face, her expression, as I began a relentless, metronomic pounding of her pussy. And yes, the expression did change. From her look of satisfaction from bedding me, to a gradual sense of the confidence she had instilled in me, and then a realisation that her own body was reacting yet again.

"Billy, oh Billy.....oh god..........oh god.....I'm cumming again."

This time there was no bucking hips, no closing of eyes.

She looked directly at me, wide eyed, just a quiet gasp from her open mouth.

It was enough to get me there. I pushed in hard, and spurt after spurt of spunk kept filling Anne's cunt. As it all subsided, I fell to one side on the bed. Looking down, my cock dribbled out the final drops of semen on Anne's thigh.

With a little giggle her hand reached down and her fingers gathered some of it, bringing it to her lips, before slowly tasting, and licking it off.

"Billy, you know that's the best sex ever, no one has ever made me cum three times, fuck, you're good. Gracie and I are going to have to share you. You have a busy year ahead, and some surprises too!"

I wasn't exactly sure what that meant but it seemed that I was getting some unpaid work before uni.
...

Mum continued to find me all sorts of jobs to do while she was at work, one of which involved cleaning out a gutter on the side of the house. It involved putting up a ladder, and the ladder had to be set up just over the fence in the Higgins garden. Mum had already asked if it was ok, and although I'd not met them formally, I had seen Mrs Higgins getting shopping out of her car a couple of times.

I was beginning to question my own libido after my adventures with Anne and Gracie, so when I knocked on her door to tell her that I was using her side gate, I felt the old familiar anticipation of meeting yet another female neighbour, albeit someone in their late fifties.

Mrs Higgins was German, she was tall, almost as tall as me, with blonde hair that had the early signs of grey. Her body showed that she had kept fit, and I did know that she and Mr Higgins were gym users.

Indeed, she answered the door dressed in a tight lycra outfit, showing every contour.

I stuttered at first, "Mrs Higgins...mum said it would be ok to use your side gate, I'm clearing the gutters."

"Hello Billy, yes, of course. I was just off to the gym, but I'll hang on just to make sure the ladder's safe, if that's ok."

"There's no need, but thank you anyway, I'll just bring the ladder in."

It took a while to position the ladder in the narrow sideway, and over the fence, but Mrs Higgins insisted on overseeing it, and once I'd got it all set up she suggested a cup of coffee.

"Look I'm in no hurry to get to the gym, would you like a coffee before you get started. I've only spoken to your mum briefly, and you are new neighbours, it's only right we should get to know each other."

I readily agreed, and followed Mrs Higgins into her kitchen.

"By the way, I'm Hanne, I know you're Billy, tell me a bit about yourself."

As Hanne made the coffee I gave a brief resume of how we'd moved up from London, and my place at uni, and the fact that I'd got the year off, and how I was trying to get odd jobs. I added that I'd got some work via Anne Lansdowne and her friend.

When I mentioned Mrs Lansdowne, Hanne raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not sure if I ought to be telling you this, but I think she's got 'a thing' with David over the road. I know I shouldn't gossip but I have my suspicions."

Hanne winked at me, and smiled, "We all have our little secrets!"

I blushed, but said nothing, as Hanne poured the coffee. Yet again my eyes were looking at places on her body that I shouldn't have.

She must have noticed because she added, "I'm sorry, I'm not really dressed for entertaining, but I hope you don't mind."

This time she made eye contact, and watched my face redden, until I had to look away.

"Do you use a gym, you look a very fit young man?"

I wasn't sure how she was using the word 'fit' as it had different meanings to different generations. As it turned out she was a member of the gym I had just joined.

"Great! I can give you a lift if you want, or Andy can if he's going."

Andy was Hanne's husband who worked away most weeks.

"You must meet him this weekend, he knew that we had got new neighbours. Anyway I'm off to the gym now, I'll leave the house open in case you need anything, just make sure you close everything up when you're done."

With just a suspicion of a touch on my shoulder, as she passed me to pick up her gym bag, Hanne disappeared outside, and I heard her car drive off.

She had certainly made an impression on me, I felt slightly hard, as I'd been observing the tightly stretched lycra for the last several minutes.

Trying to put that to the back of my mind, I needed to get on clearing the gutters. I had got my old jeans on and a ragged t-shirt, because it was going to be a messy job, and it was, but once I got started it took less than an hour.

I cleaned up, and washed my hands as best as I could under the outside tap, I put the ladder away, and popped back to Hanne's to lock up. It was inevitable that I was going to be nosey, and have a look around.

Hanne was not someone who kept the house immaculate, in the lounge were a couple of dirty coffee mugs, magazines were strewn around, but at her work desk, and next to her computer, everything was neatly placed, files neatly stacked.

What caught my eye though, was a holiday brochure. It was for a hotel in Spain. Not unusual, except for the wording at the bottom of the front page. 'An Adult Hotel for Adult Relaxation.'

Inside I could see that it was clearly a hotel for 'swingers.'

Immediately Hanne Higgins became very sexual in my mind. My curiosity had been whetted.

I was tempted to look further, tempted to go upstairs, but I resisted.

I drew a deep breath, and locked up the house to return home.

Next day, on Friday, I decided to go to the gym as soon as mum had left for work. I cycled there, and was soon into my regime. After half an hour on the various apparatus I took to the treadmill for my long running stint, and pretty soon I'd built up quite a sweat.

The treadmill was facing a wall of mirrors, and I happened to notice in the reflection Hanne walking behind me carrying her towel.

I didn't stop running, but I saw that she was heading to use the cycles so when I'd finished my running I made my way over to her.

"Billy!" she exclaimed, "Great to see you again, are you here for long? I can give you a lift home if you like."

"Well I'm on my bike, but if you can get it in the back of your car?"

"I'm pretty sure we can, tell you what, when you're done meet me in the cafe for a coffee."

"Cool, I'll see you there, I'm done in about half an hour."

I finished off, took a shower, changed into shorts and sweat shirt, and went to the cafe.

Sitting on a sofa, sipping my flat white, and casually watching the tv screen, I was startled by Hanne's bag dropping on the seat beside me.

"I'll just get a coffee Billy, hang on."

I watched her go to the counter and saw the way she walked, a confident, almost arrogant sway, her ass magnificent for a mature woman.

"How lucky it is to bump into you Billy, I wondered if we would."

Hanne sat down beside me, hitching up one leg under the other, and my eyes were drawn to the plump mound of her pussy wrapped in the crotch of her leggings.

She leaned forward, and with her hand on my thigh whispered, "It's not often I can have a young man all to myself," then leaning back she laughed.

I was asking myself if I really was that attractive to older women? It seemed I might find out with Mrs Higgins!

We chatted for a while before Hanne suggested that we ought to see if my bike would fit in the back of her car. Fortunately she had a reasonable sized SUV so with the rear seats folded down it was ok.

"Have you got many jobs at the moment Billy?"

The conversation on the journey home was mainly about me.

"Well I've got the gardening job for a morning a week from Anne Lansdowne's friend, I told you about that, apart from that nothing, only the jobs mum gives me."

"Well we may have some things to get done, I'll speak to Andy tonight, when he gets home."

"Thanks, that would be great."

As we arrived back home Anne was just getting some shopping out of her car. Hanne shouted to her, "Look at this young man I've found!"

It was said with lots of laughter and heavy innuendo.

Anne left her shopping bags and wandered over.

"I beat you to it I'm afraid, I've already made his acquaintance!"

I watched silently as the two women discussed me as though I wasn't there. Finally Anne turned to me and said, "Hanne better make use of you while she can, there are lots of jobs need doing around here."

Hanne laughed again, and said to both of us, "Sounds like Billy's going to be a busy boy!"

With a giggle Anne turned and went back to unloading her shopping.

As I pulled my bike from Hanne's car she asked if I wanted a sandwich for lunch seeing that I was home alone.

I gratefully accepted, and I noticed Anne Lansdowne watching me follow Hanne indoors. I wasn't sure how this would go down with her.

Once inside Hanne set about making both of us a ham sandwich, chatting all the time while I hung around the lounge answering her many questions. I remembered the 'hotel' brochure, and found it again on the table at the end of the sofa, so when Hanne brought the plate in with its sandwich, and went to place it on the table she hesitated.

I instinctively picked up the magazine to move it, so that she could put the plate down.

She went to take it from me, noticing my slightly raised eyebrows.

"Oh, I'll take that Billy, I should have put that away, Andy's leaves everything just s**ttered around."

I daringly said, "That's ok, quite an exciting holiday!"

Hanne's face went bright crimson.

"Ok god you saw it, I'm sorry, I don't know what you must think of me, of us."

"I've heard about couples who like that stuff, but I don't honestly know much about it."

Hanne sat down beside me, with her sandwich.

"I'll be honest with you, me and Andy went through a difficult patch about ten years ago, and we decided to try to do something to bring a spark back. Anyway I won't go into details. Shit! you're young enough to be my son, and I'm telling you all this."

I laughed, "It's your choice, exciting though."

"Well we don't swing with just anyone, we have one couple, Ray and Becky, who we meet regularly, and then occasionally we go to a club."

I wasn't sure what to say.

"Look I've already said too much, for goodness sake don't let on to Andy that you know about this."

"I won't Hanne, if he tells me that's fine, I'll be discreet."

I finished my sandwich, and said that I ought to get back home. Hanne saw me to the door.

"I've enjoyed your company today Billy, I hope we can become friends, I'm sure if you ever need a lift to the gym and I'm going at the same time..."

Hanne gripped my shoulder, as if to emphasise the offer, and I smiled with some eye contact that I hoped would say, 'I fancy you.'

Once back home I looked at my phone, and there was a text from Anne.

'Did you fuck her?' was all it said.

I replied, 'You are so nosey. NO!'

'You will though,' came back her response.

I replied, 'How do you know?'

'Because I know her, and I know you.'

I just sent back two emojis, a smiley face, and a devil.

There was a pause, before, 'You wanna come round now? before your mum gets home?'

I suddenly realised where this was going.

'Why? mum gets back at 3pm on a Friday.'

The reply confirmed my suspicion.

'Then we have forty minutes to fuck.'

After being with Hanne for the last couple of hours I'd become quite horny.

'You're so naughty, we haven't got long, see you in a minute.'

Anne seemed to have an insatiable appetite, and I was already feeling hard when I went through the side gate, and opened the kitchen door.

Stepping inside, Anne was dressed in a t-shirt, and a very short skirt, but she was bent over the breakfast bar, legs apart, and naked under the skirt. Her pussy was staring towards me, inviting me to fuck it, indeed, the invitation was verbalised by Anne.

"For god's sake fuck me quickly Billy, stick your cock right up me, fuck me like there's no tomorrow."

"Anne! ...you are terrible."

In a hurry I dropped my shorts, and stood behind her so that my cock pressed against her soaking wet pussy. Anne just wanted me inside her, and in an instant I was.

For a couple of minutes we fucked like rabbits, me almost lifting her off the floor onto the granite surface.

I couldn't believe it when she came so quickly, and the sound of her scream must have been heard outside. I didn't last much longer, pumping semen into her, and grunting with pleasure. In less than five minutes I was stepping backwards, my cock soaking from Anne's juices, and the last of my spunk dripping onto the kitchen floor.

"God that was good," Anne stood up, and turned around, her faced flushed from her orgasm, and both of us surprised by the speed of what had just happened.

"Like I said, you're terrible," I was out of breath, but elated.

"So you didn't fuck Hanne Higgins? I'm surprised."

Anne seemed almost disappointed at my lack of conquest.

"Why are you surprised, I don't fuck every woman I meet?"

"No, but I know her, she will get you, eventually, just like me!"

Almost ignoring her comment I said, "Look, I've got to get back before mum gets home, she's expecting me to have done things."

"Well you've certainly done things, go on, go." And I left with Anne's laughter in my ears.

Friday evening passed with a night at home, mum watching tv, me gaming in my room, not even Anne to watch in her hot tub.

On Saturday morning there was a ring on the bell.

Mum answered it, and yelled out, "Billy, it's Mr Higgins, from next door, he wants a word."

I wasn't sure why he wanted me, but it was good news.

Mr Higgins was a tall man, turning grey, with bright eyes, and a salesman's energy.

"Hi Billy, I'm Andy, Hanne's husband from next door. She tells me you're after some work while you're waiting for uni, how do you fancy a bit of decorating, nothing too challenging, but I haven't got time to do it these days?"

It sounded great. "Sure, I'd be up for that."

"Ok, if you've got time now, come and have a look, I'll show you what I want doing. By the way I'm Andy."

I followed Andy back into his, and Hanne immediately greeted me with an offer of coffee.

"Let me show Billy what we need doing first, we won't be long."

Andy led me upstairs.

"I want the second bedroom sprucing up, just a lick of paint. I will clear the room, take the carpet up, then it's just emulsion on the walls, and ceiling, and undercoat and gloss on the woodwork. Do you reckon you can handle that?"

Yes, if you can supply the materials, I'll have a go, as long as I can do my gardening job on a Tuesday."

"Fine," said Andy as we went back downstairs, "Hanne and I will go down and get the paint and materials tomorrow, and you can start on Monday if you like?"

Agreeing with that, Hanne had the coffee waiting in the kitchen.

"All sorted?" she asked.

"Yep, Billy can get stuck in on Monday, if we get everything tomorrow."

Hanne seemed really pleased, and so was I when Andy told me how much I was going to get for the job.

We spent twenty minutes chatting and drinking our coffee, before I left and told mum the good news, and on Monday morning I was up bright and early for an 8am start.

I was greeted by Andy, just about to set off for the week up to Scotland, and Hanne still in her bathrobe. Both of them showed me to the bedroom, which was now cleared. All the paint, the brushes, the ladder, and all necessary bits and pieces were standing in the corner.

"Ok Billy," Andy said, "I'll leave you to it, Hanne will be around today to answer any questions, she'll keep you fed and watered I'm sure. I'm off now, I've got a long drive."

Watching them kiss was slightly embarrassing, because it went on a bit longer than just a 'goodbye' kiss.

As soon as Andy had driven off, Hanne asked if I'd like a cuppa before she got in the shower.

I said that I'd get on and start work and have a coffee when she'd got dressed.

I must admit that it was disconcerting listening to the shower just through the wall, and knowing that Hanne was naked on the other side of it.

An hour later I heard her shout, "Tea or coffee?"

"Coffee please," I replied.

A few minutes later she appeared in the bedroom doorway with a mug of coffee.

It must have been the good weather forecast because Hanne was dressed in shorts and t-shirt, reminding me of the shapely body I'd seen dressed in lycra in the gym.

"There you are, I'll leave you alone now, I've got work to do downstairs, if you need anything just yell, I'll make us sandwiches for lunch, about 12.30?"

Saying "yes," I saw her disappear downstairs once more, and I got on with the preparation.

At 12.30pm sharp, I heard Hanne calling to tell me to wash up and that lunch was ready.

I joined her in the lounge and sat in the armchair opposite her. As we munched our sandwiches, I took in her bare legs, beautifully crossed, and her plain white t-shirt, showing her, still pert, breasts.

"Do you have a girlfriend Billy?" the question was the same one I'd been asked by Anne.

"No, I haven't lived here long enough to get to know folk."

"I'm sure it won't be long before they're queuing at your door!" Hanne smiled. "Have you tried these apps online?"

"God no," I pulled a face, all those photos have been 'doctored' so much, I'd rather meet someone in the flesh."

"Yes I know what you mean. When Andy and I decided to try our swinging thing, we put a profile on a website, the replies were just insane, and the people bore no resemblance to real life whatsoever. We were lucky to meet Ray and Becky in a club."

Again I wasn't sure what to say.

"Have you ever been with a man? I mean had...well...sex with a man?"

The question was so out of the blue I choked briefly on my sandwich.

"I'm so sorry Billy, that was a stupid question, and inappropriate, forget it!"

"No, that's ok, you've been open and honest with me, and it's only fair that I'm the same. Sex? well I did mess about with a friend on a school trip to Austria once, but it was sort of masturbating stuff, and daring each other."

"Interesting," she paused, "I find guys attitudes very interesting. Andy is bi, would you have suspected that?"

Again I was taken aback at the question.

"How did you find that out?"

"Spontaneously, it was after we'd got to know Ray and Becky, I won't go into details, but it was a turn on for me watching them. Anyway Billy, I've probably said too much, you'd better get back to work."

I returned to my task, somewhat surprised at the turn in conversation, and Hanne continued her accountancy work until mid afternoon when we had a break for a cup of tea.

Unsurprisingly she added to our previous conversation. This time I was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar and Hanne was standing, leaning against one of the worktops, her long bare legs crossed at the ankles.

"Do you mind if I ask you another personal question Billy?"

"Feel free," I replied, trying to be grown up and mature about my openness to the questions.

"Have you ever been with an older woman?" then seeing my blushes, she added quickly, "Oh ...Anne Lansdowne...I bet?"

Stumbling over my words, I managed to admit, "Errr...well...yes. She invited me into her hot tub a week or two back, it sort of developed from there."

"I'm not surprised, she has a bit of a reputation, but I must say she's a lucky woman."

I went red again. Hanne's eyes seemed to bore into me from across the kitchen.

"Do you fancy me, or am I too old to attract young men?"

My mind was in overdrive, and my cock, in my shorts, was playing tricks.

"God, Mrs Higgins, you're beautiful." The words I used, and me calling her Mrs Higgins, showed her my nervousness.

She smiled broadly.

"I'm sorry, I've made you nervous, go back to work, you've only got another hour, and you're not here tomorrow are you...you've got that gardening job?"

"Yes, that's right, but I'll be back on Wednesday."

"Good, I'll try not to embarrass you so much then, I promise."

"That's ok, you can ask me anything, I enjoy our conversations."

Again, I felt I was being quite bold, and I was admitting to myself that she turned me on a lot.

That evening I lay in bed stroking my cock, thinking of the growing number of women in my life, it was a crazy situation, but one that I was loving. When I came, the release was huge, and I slept like a log.

Next day I was up ready for an early morning walk to Gracie's mum's house. The weather was great, just a bit of dew on the grass.

Fortunately she remembered who I was, and I just got on with, at first, tidying, and then when the dew had largely disappeared, the grass cutting.

Halfway through the morning Gracie appeared, deliciously dressed in black leggings and an orange, low cut top.

She caught me just getting the wheelbarrow out of the shed, and naughtily got me out of sight of her mother in the house.

"Hello gorgeous young man, let me feel that body," Gracie pushed me partly inside the shed, up against the small bench. She was obviously very horny.

As she squeezed my cock through my shorts, she pressed her overflowing breasts against my chest and kissed me, open mouthed.

Giggling she stepped back, "I think you'd better make sure you come to mine when you've finished, I need some time alone with you!"

Retreating into the house to speak to her mum, I continued to weed and tidy another large flower bed, and by the time I'd finished, Gracie had gone home.

I said goodbye to Gracie's mum and made the short walk round the corner to Gracie's.

There was no reply when I rang the bell, so I went through the side gate and in through the kitchen door. I called out for Gracie, and heard a movement upstairs.

Looking upwards, at the top of the stairs was Gracie, dressed in a red basque with black suspenders and stockings, and red high heeled shoes.

"Come on up Billy, and get those shorts off."

Before I'd got to the top of the stairs Gracie was already on her bed and watching me strip off. As soon as I'd got on the bed beside her, she had my cock in her mouth. Within seconds her rapid sucking and rubbing with her fingers, had made it erect. I couldn't help moaning out loud, and when she was satisfied that it was ready she pushed me onto my back and picked up her phone.

"What are you doing?" It seemed really odd, but I watched as she knelt astride me, her bare pussy hot and wet against my balls.

"I'm going to share you," was her response. She lifted her hips, and with her phone in one hand, her other hand found my cock, and she slid right down on it.

"Fuck!" was all I said as she directed the phone's camera down towards my face.

"Look who I've got Anne?"

The realisation of what was happening hit home.

"What the fuck!" I said again.

Gracie was giggling, and I could hear Anne laughing too, but then I heard a male voice. I reached up to grab Gracie's wrist, and twisted it round so that I could see the screen.

I couldn't see a face, but I could see Anne's open thighs and her lower body sitting astride a man's body, obviously she was sitting astride a cock just like Gracie was on me.

This was a conspiracy, a planned event by the two women. Who the other guy was I didn't know, but the phone was put out of reach, to one side, when Gracie began to fuck me.

The sound was still audible and I could hear some sighing from Anne and some male moaning, but more immediately I was being ridden by one very horny lady whose one aim was to bring herself off!

"God, you're so fucking naughty, and Anne's just as bad."

As I said it, Gracie ground her hips, smiled, reaching down, twisted both my nipples.

"Fuuuccckkkkkk!" I screamed, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

Gracie had now grabbed both my shoulders with her hands, and was leaning forward, pounding her body up and down.

"Oh my god Billy, just don't cum yet," Gracie moaned, and it was apparent that Anne was really close as well, from the cries I could hear from the phone.

Gracie's breasts, overflowing the basque, swung back and forth, almost brushing my chest, as her eyes closed, and her mouth opened, she was gasping at each movement.

When we both heard Anne's man's muffled shout on the phone, "I'm cumming Anne...oh fuck!" followed by Anne's long drawn out cry of pleasure, Gracie suddenly pressed downwards, frozen in mid orgasm, along with a sound of, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm...yessssssss."

Her pussy was squeezing my cock with gentle pulses, and I began to shoot my spunk inside her in a series of jerks.

As soon as we collapsed on the bed, Gracie turned off the phone.

"You bloody daredevils, the pair of you, I just don't believe what you two just did. Who was the guy with Anne?"

Gracie laughed, as she struggled to take off her basque.

"It was the guy across the road from Anne, opposite your house, I think his name is David, Anne's been fucking him for months."

"He'll certainly be fucked if his wife finds out!"

"Awwwwwww, come here, let me kiss you, don't you think we're having a lot of fun, and you are just so brilliant."

When the kiss ended, I smacked her across the ass, bringing a yelp, and leaving a mark on the dark skin of her buttocks.

In retaliation, Gracie grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard, the last oozings of my spunk dripping onto the bedsheets.

"Fuck," I yelled, and smacked her ass again, "you sod," and there followed a struggle to grab each other's hands to stop any further attacks. My strength ultimately won, until I had her pinned down on her back, with my hands forcing hers into the pillow beside her head. All that she could move were her legs which began to squirm and kick.

My balls were in danger of getting damaged so I endeavoured to press down on her with my whole body.

"Bastard," she shouted, "I give in, I've run out of strength."

Foolishly I let her go, and straight away she started fighting again.

"Ok so you want a fight!" I was determined to win.

I gripped her wrists again, and holding them down, I saw her smiling, because in the tussling, she had now parted her thighs, and she could feel my cock becoming hard again.

"You crafty old woman," I said, which made her pull a face, "you're sooooo bad," and my cock found its way back into a very wet pussy.

"You need to be taught a lesson." I used a threatening tone.

Still holding her arms down above her head, I started to pound away at her pussy. My body was flexing, my hips were rapidly pushing her into the mattress. Her thighs widened.

"Oh fuck...Billy...oh my god...shit...oh fucking hell."

Gracie came like a train, her whole body started shaking, almost vibrating, her pussy somehow becoming soaking wet.

"Fuck, you made me squirt, no one's done that before Billy, oh my god...wow!"

I didn't know anything about 'squirting,' but Gracie seemed to get quite excited by it. The bed was soaked, and so was I.

It meant a shower for both of us, and, afterwards, exhausted I made my way home.

The merry go round continued for me, and then there was Hanne Higgins in the morning!

.....

Hanne seemed pleased to see me on Wednesday morning. I arrived at 8am sharp, and she was already dressed in her gym kit.

"I'm off to a zumba class at the gym, I'm just waiting for Becky to arrive, she's giving me a lift."

Now that really got me fully awake. Becky was one half of the couple that Hanne and Andy 'swung' with. Hanne's revelations about her and Andy's lifestyle intrigued me, in fact it made me horny.

"You help yourself to tea or coffee Billy, we should be back about 11am."

As she spoke, the doorbell rang, and when Hanne opened it, Becky greeted her with a very long kiss, full on the lips, and boy, I was wishing it was me!

Becky was a dark haired, slim, olive skinned beauty, wearing a tight, pale blue and white leotard. Her nipples were clearly visible, and she must have seen me gawping, because her eyes lit up.

"Ahhh! so this is your young man! Billy isn't it? What a handsome young man, you lucky woman Hanne, to have found such a useful neighbour."

In a couple of steps she came right up to me, almost touching, thrusting her body forwards until her perfume assaulted my nostrils. Her face was just inches from mine, when all she said was, "Mmmmmm, yes, I see exactly what you meant."

"Stop it Becky, you're awful. Take no notice Billy, Becky is a man eater, and devours young men particularly...c'mon, or we'll be late for our class!"

Stepping away, Hanne ushered her out of the door, but with a backward look, Becky said, "See you later Billy," and winked.

"Stop it, GO!" I heard Hanne say again, as she slammed the door shut.

It took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts and get into work mode, but I managed to pick up where I'd left off on the Monday. I made good progress until I heard the sound of voices, and both Hanne and Becky returning.

"You ok?" Hanne shouted up the stairs, "do you want a coffee, or have you had one?"

"No, I haven't," I shouted back, "Yes please."

Five minutes later I was called downstairs. Becky was seated at the breakfast bar, already sipping her mug of coffee, and Hanne handed me mine, and was leaning up against one of the worktops.

"A good zumba class?" I asked politely.

"Great," replied Hanne, "It's always a bit of a laugh, when I go with Becky, she seems to manage to upset a few of the others."

Both women laughed.

"How are you getting on with the decorating Billy," Becky was smiling that smile," If you're any good, me and Ray have got some work for you."

"I'll let you look at it later," I replied, "I hope it's good enough, I'm after any work I can get."

"We'll be up later to inspect," Hanne added.

I'd soon finished my coffee, and as I went to return upstairs, Hanne said, "I'll make us all sandwiches for lunch, we'll probably take a shower first, but just ignore us, I'll call you about one o'clock."

By then I'd finished all of the preparation, and I was doing the ceiling.

As I was using the extended roller on the ceiling, I heard the women coming upstairs, giggling about something. I soon heard the sound of the shower on the other side of the wall, and again my mind played with the idea of the two women being naked just a few feet away.

I dismissed the thought, and I wished I'd brought an old radio with me to distract me from my fantasies.

The giggling in the next room sounded infectious, the sound of the shower didn't allow me to hear any of their conversations, but when the chat, and the giggling stopped, I assumed that they were just getting on with showering.

Moments later I was frozen to the spot.

Above the sound of the gushing water I heard the briefest, softest sound of a voice. It wasn't speaking, it was like a groan. And then it was louder.

Surely not, but there was no mistake, it was a sound of pleasure, of one of them perhaps masturbating in the shower?

And then came a second moan, a different voice this time. It seemed they were in the shower together.

I stood right up against the wall, I had an empty jam jar for cleaning brushes, so I put it to the plaster.

There followed an incredible ten minutes with the sounds of the two women bringing each other off. There were murmurs, there were gasps, there were moans, there were groans. When one of them started cumming, I didn't need the jam jar, you could hear it all clearly, throughout the house. There was a cry of ecstasy, closely followed by a scream from the other.

I suddenly realised my heart was thumping, I was breathing quickly, indeed, my cock was quite hard.

After a few minutes the shower stopped, and there was a soft murmur of conversation, which then became giggling once more. However hard I tried, it was difficult to get back to my painting.

I did manage to finish painting the ceiling before I heard, "Billy, lunch is ready."

We were to have our sandwiches in the lounge, Hanne covered my chair with an old blanket because of my working clothes. Becky sat with a smug look on her face, and I found it difficult to avoid looking at her legs, as she now wore a short dress. Hanne had her shorts and t-shirt back on, and she too had a distinct glow in her face.

"How's the work going Billy?" Hanne asked, we'll come up and have a look later on.

"Yes, I hope we didn't distract you earlier?" Becky was smiling, with a knowing look towards Hanne.

"Stop it Becky, you're embarrassing him." Hanne could clearly see me going red, and avoiding eye contact.

But Becky was loving the awkwardness that she was creating.

When I eventually looked up, Becky had one more trick to really throw me. As she saw me look across, she very slowly uncrossed her legs, then crossed them the other way, revealing that she wore no panties.

I almost felt trapped by these two women, but then Hanne offered me a way out.

"I guess you've got to get back to work," she said, "Becky's leaving soon!" That was said with the heavy accent on 'leaving.'

"Yes, but I must see his handiwork before I go."

Becky wasn't going to leave before she had wrung the last drop of embarrassment out of the situation.

The two women followed me upstairs to the second bedroom to inspect my work.

"Great stuff," Becky said, "I'll be asking Ray if he can have a word with you about doing our spare room," adding with effect, "that's if you are brave enough to come to us!"

"Stop it, he won't come if you scare him off."

Both of them laughed as they went back downstairs and left me to it.

By Thursday morning I was ready to undercoat the woodwork in the room, and again turned up bright and early.

Hanne was obviously running late because she shouted out, "just get on with it," and she added that she was just going to shower and get dressed.

"I'll make you coffee when I'm done."

Again the sound of gushing water on the other side of the wall made me slightly horny, but I shut my mind to it, and some time after it stopped I heard Hanne going downstairs, and the coffee machine grind into action.

"Ready," she shouted, "it's in the lounge."

When I'd washed my hands in the bathroom, and descended the stairs, Hanne was sitting on the sofa, dressed in a bright, floral print dress, open at the neck, and just above the knee, showing her superb legs.

Patting the blanket on the seat beside her, and pointing to the mug of coffee on the table in front of her, she said, "Come and sit here, we can have a chat, and I've found some old photos which might amuse you."

I sat down, took a sip of my coffee, and Hanne shuffled through half a dozen photos in her hand.

"I was tidying up last night and look, this is me in 1981 or 82 at uni in Leeds, don't laugh at the outfit!"

As she leaned in to show me, her body was up against mine. The photo showed how ravishing she was at around my age.

"Wow, you look fantastic."

"Look at this one, it's me in a bikini, on holiday in Spain with my parents."

"Phew!" I blew a breath through pursed lips, "you look so sexy in that one!"

Hanne giggled, and as she showed me a third photo, and as she leaned further in, her elbow pressed down into my lap. It was inevitable that she felt my semi hard cock.

Nothing was said as she seemed to press harder.

"This one is of me at my sisters wedding, I'm the bridesmaid on the left."

My cock was now getting harder, and when she said, "Billy, you're being a naughty boy now, aren't you?" I took her wrist, and lifted her arm away.

"Mrs Higgins," I said with a certain amount of formality, "Hanne, I mean, I can't seem to help it, it must be your perfume."

It was a pretty pathetic excuse, and Hanne scoffed, "Fuck, Billy, I hope it's more than just my smell!"

Turning towards me slightly, she released herself from my fingers and put her hand down directly on my cock, and squeezed it gently.

"Now I know you fancy me!"

I gasped, and managed to say, "Oh my god, yes."

"You heard me, and Becky earlier on didn't you? Well we've been having fun together for a few years now, did that turn you on?"

I was still squirming awkwardly, "Yes, it made me quite horny."

"Would it shock you if I told you Andy and Ray sometimes 'get it on' together when we all meet up?"

"You told me, the other day that Andy was bi, so no."

"I'm going to ask you something, you can say no if you don't want to."

I really didn't know what was coming.

"Andy wants to watch you fuck me."

As Hanne whispered that, her face was close enough to feel her breath, and both hands were slowly undoing my zip.

"Oh fuck Hanne, this is unfair..."

Just as I paused, her fingers flipped my cock out from my boxers, and one hand closed around it.

"Wow, Billy, I didn't realise... it's very big."

Suddenly feeling a surge of ambition, and lust, I said, "He wants to see this inside you?"

"Yes, but you've got to agree, and want to do it."

Then she lowered her head, and I felt the soft, wet, warmth of her mouth close around the head.

The room was silent, but for my gasps, my quiet moans, and occasional wet, sucking sounds.

Hanne slipped onto her knees between my thighs, and began to tease my cock with the most gentle, delicate, blow job one could imagine.

Her movements were slow, her mouth was soft, her tongue flicked, licked, and moved around and around, both up and down and back and forth. The sucking was almost imperceptible, she used not only her mouth, but her lips as well.

I still don't know how long she continued, time seemed to stop still.

She knew exactly when I was nearly there, and she slowed, teasing, waiting for the imminent climax to subside.

She heard me telling her, "I'm going to cum," and so her mouth relented, her head became still, my breathing began to slow.

From being on the edge of exploding, I tried to regain my composure. Hanne's mouth still gripped me, but was perfectly still. For at least a minute there was silence, no movement, and I tried to freeze my thoughts.

Whether Hanne sensed I was calm again, I'm not sure, but my cock felt her tongue slowly rotate completely around it. She heard me moan once again, and she appeared to decide the waiting game was over.

Still very gently, but with expertise, she ran the tip of her tongue under the groove of my cock, then sucking the head, and gradually going down, taking it deeply against the back of her mouth.

"Oh god, I can't hold on now Hanne, you're going to make me cum."

Just completely holding the top few inches in her mouth, she felt me start to ejaculate. My cock erupted, time and time again, as she calmly seemed to swallow it all. Finally as my groaning ceased, and my cock stopped pumping, Hanne slowly raised her head slightly, and squeezing the end of my cock, licked the last few drops of semen, which were oozing from the tip.

"Oh fuck, Hanne, I can hardly speak."

"Don't try to, just think about the idea of fucking me when you get back to work."

And that's what I did. The idea of having Hanne's husband as an audience to us having sex, was a strange one. I'd seen porn clips of it happening, and I'd never really thought about the motivation.

Hanne stayed downstairs for the rest of the afternoon, nothing was said, until just before I went home.

"I've spoken to Andy, I told him about earlier, and I told him I'd asked you."

"Fuck, what did he say when you told him what we did?"

"It excited him, he wanted to know your answer to his proposition. I told him you were thinking about it."

On the spur of the moment I said, "Yes, I'll do it, but I'm not sure when and how, if he's away all week, and my mum is at home all weekend."

The dilemma solved itself that evening. Mum told me that she was going out on Saturday, she'd been invited to a dinner party with someone from work, which meant that I could tell Andy and Hanne I could come round in the evening without any hassle from mum asking too many questions.

On Friday morning Hanne greeted me with a cup of coffee. She was already dressed for the gym, and was waiting for Becky to arrive.

I told her the good news about Saturday evening, if that was ok with her and Andy. In fact she texted him immediately, and the reply came back with an enthusiastic 'Great!'

Becky arrived minutes later, and straight away began her sarcasm and flirting. I was glad to get on with my work once they'd gone, as I'd planned to complete it all that day.

All went well, and both the women didn't reappear until early afternoon, an unplanned diversion to the shops had involved lunch as well.

By that time I was done, and I was cleaning up.

"DON'T TOUCH!" I shouted, when they both came upstairs to inspect my work.

"Mmmmmmm, nice work Billy," Becky said, "you certainly have a nice touch."

As she said it, she nudged Hanne, and giggled.

"It looks good," Hanne added, "I'm sure Andy will be pleased."

"I hope he's pleased tomorrow evening." Becky was at her worst.

"Shut up, I told you not to say anything, you promised!"

There was a silent pause, before Becky added, "I'm jealous, maybe it will be my turn soon."

She was looking directly at me, with one of her 'looks' that meant 'I want you.'

Hanne pushed Becky back downstairs, and let me finish clearing up. I heard Becky shout up to say 'goodbye' and within another half an hour I was done.

"Well we'll see you tomorrow evening Billy," Hanne came up close and gripped my shoulders. She whispered, "We will take it slow, no rush, and remember, I want you."

I left with my cock stiffening, and an anticipation of the Saturday evening to come.

I got a couple of texts from Hanne the next morning, just to reassure me, and confirm the time for me to arrive.

8pm arrived.

I was as nervous as a kitten when I rang the doorbell. Andy answered it, as though I'd just popped round for a chat.

"Come on in Billy. I'm very impressed with the bedroom, you've done a brilliant job, I've got the cash over here."

He passed me a small brown envelope, which I pocketed in my jacket before hanging it up.

"What are you gonna have to drink? Hanne's taking her time getting ready, she'll be down soon."

"Just a beer thanks Mr Higgins," I replied, wondering briefly why I was being so formal when I was just about to fuck his wife.

As if to mirror my thoughts, he laughed, "Call me Andy please Billy, after all you are going to fuck my wife tonight!"

I tried not to smile too broadly.

"Look, I know you and Hanne have discussed this, but we haven't, and I thought you ought to know it's something I've wanted. Let me explain."

Andy gestured for me to sit on the sofa.

"You know we have been 'swinging' for a few years now, and Ray and Becky are our regular friends. I see Hanne with Ray often, but I've always wanted to watch a young guy with her, then you happened along, and we seized the chance...bit of a fantasy I know."

I sheepishly answered, "It's all a bit new to me, but this year off is turning out to be a bit of an adventure."

With that we heard Hanne coming downstairs.

I saw Andy's face briefly smile, before I turned to see an incredibly sexy Hanne standing in the doorway. Her hair seemed to glisten, her make up was immaculate, her eyes bright beneath dark eyelashes, and her lips, plump with a rich pink lipstick.

She was wearing a body hugging maroon dress, cut low, with a bra that produced an exquisite cleavage.

"Do I pass muster?" she smiled, and twirled around, wiggling her perfectly shaped ass provocatively.

"Wow, Mrs Higgins...I mean Hanne! you look stunning."

"Where's my wine Andy, you have to look after me with this handsome young man waiting to pounce?"

"He's not going to pounce, I'm sure," Andy handed her a glass of Sauvignon, "we're in no rush."

As Hanne sat down on the sofa next to me, I inhaled the expensive perfume that wafted towards me. Her thighs brushed against mine briefly, before she settled back amongst the cushions.

As she sipped her wine I could feel her studying me. It felt exciting, and I kept sneaking a peek at her legs, her cleavage.

Strangely we made small talk, and had another drink, and then there seemed to come a moment when we all went quiet for just a few seconds.

Hanne shifted her body so that her knees touched my thigh, she placed her hand gently on my shoulder, closest to her, and took the beer from my hand and placed it on the table.

We looked at each other, and Hanne raised her eyebrows. Smiling she leaned in and kissed me softly.

"I hope you want me as much as I want you Billy."

As I answered, I was tasting Hanne's lipstick, a new experience for me.

"I want you, yes."

Hanne's hand reached down to feel my cock beneath my trousers, my hand gently cupped her breast, her soft flesh pushed upwards by the oddly harsh feeling of the wire support.

The kissing was wonderful, and her fingers were arousing me, while my fingers travelled from her breast to the smooth, but firm skin, between her thighs. As my hand pressed against her flesh, she parted her legs, inviting me to go further.

My cock stiffened quickly as my fingers continued up her thighs.

Hanne's lips pulled away from mine, and I felt her breath exhale with a gasp, as my fingers found her naked pussy. No panties.

"Billy, take my dress off."

We both struggled to our feet, and turning her back, it allowed me to unzip her dress, and it slipped to the floor leaving her, oddly, in just her bra. Quickly I unclasped it and she turned back to face me. She looked stunningly sexy, but was now in a hurry to get me undressed too.

As I unbuttoned my shirt, Hanne was unbuckling my belt, and unzipping my fly. I managed to dislodge my slip-on shoes, and clumsily somehow, I disentangled myself from the trousers and boxers, which were now around my ankles.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Andy intently staring, as he massaged his cock under his trousers.

Hanne sank back down on the sofa, legs akimbo, and I knelt down on the floor, pushing my face between her thighs.

"Oh my gosh, Billy...oh yes...mmmmmmmm."

My tongue lapped its way inside her pussy, savouring her juices, but when my tongue lapped over her clit her whole body leapt upwards.

"Fuck, fuck Billy...Jesus...oh my god."

With that reaction I was never going to stop until I'd made her cum, and that's what happened. Slowly and steadily, I used my tongue to sensitise her little bud, and as it became harder, and more prominent I sucked it, and sucked it some more.

Suddenly a mixture of cries, and words that I didn't understand, which Hanne shouted in German, were filling the room as she came.

As her body subsided, I raised myself up, until my lips were able to reach to kiss hers. My cock was absolutely rigid and was hard up against the lower part of the sofa. Hanne's voice was calm now, but she wanted me inside her.

"Fuck me now Billy, please."

I lifted Hanne's hips further onto the sofa, and getting up from the floor, I now knelt between her thighs on the sofa. It was easy now to just slide inside her, but she knew I was bigger than Andy, and said, "Slowly, take it easy Billy."

Even so she cried out as I entered her, "Oh god...ohhhhhh Billy."

My cock eventually was filling her completely, and I moved very slowly at first.

As her legs wrapped around my buttocks, Hanne sighed, and said, "Go on...go on now."

Taking my weight on my elbows, I began to move. Long strokes, almost out, then all the way in. By lifting my body forwards, my cock was not only going deep, but it was rubbing Hanne's clit with maximum effect.

I could see the effect it was having, and I was not in a hurry to bring it to a conclusion. It was Andy's sigh that made me aware that there were three of us in the room. He wanted this to happen, and his wife was an enthusiastic participant.

He must have been familiar with the signs of his wife's imminent orgasm, and after my constant thrusting, and Hanne's repeated panting, I was ready to cum too.

Her body shuddered, there was one long gasp, followed by cries in a mixture of both German and English, and when I started to shoot inside her, one long groan of final satisfaction.

Both of us sagged, exhausted, and covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, into the sofa. Hanne murmured, "Oh Billy, thank you," and I just leaned over and kissed her damp forehead.

It was only then that I turned to look at Andy, whose trousers were bulging with his erection, and the expression on his face one of quiet pleasure at his wife's performance.

Hanne opened her eyes, and smiled across at him. She just said, "Thank you, and blew him a kiss."

Gently I extricated myself from the sofa, and went to the bathroom.

When I returned a few minutes later, I heard movement, and as I entered the lounge there was Hanne, kneeling between Andy's legs, sucking his erection. From behind her I observed her head bobbing up and down, but most obvious was that between her rounded buttocks, her pussy, had its pink lips open, dribbling my semen.

I stood, not wanting to break the moment, until, with a groan, Andy started to cum. Hanne, as with me, was swallowing his spunk with each spurt of his orgasm, and when he'd stopped she rose up, wiping her mouth and said to him quietly, "I love you."

When the mood of the room returned to reality, both Andy and Hanne went to shower upstairs, while I washed in the downstairs bathroom.

I was expecting some sort of embarrassment when we all got back to the lounge fully dressed, although Hanne was now in a bathrobe, and minus her make up.

Andy spoke first, "Billy, that was a wonderful evening, and it couldn't have gone any better."

Hanne came up to me, and cuddling me she just said, "Billy, that will be unforgettable."

I just smiled and added, "It was incredible, and both of you are incredible, sadly I will have to get back before mum gets home. I'll tell her you invited me over for a chat, so that there's no fibbing."

"That's good Billy," said Andy, "I do hope we can do it again, in fact you must come round when Ray and Becky are here, that could be interesting!"

And with that, I returned home, another extraordinary evening, another extraordinary woman!


Mum got home late after I'd gone to bed. On the Sunday morning she appeared to have had a good time at her dinner party.

I spent the day doing very little, although I did get a text from Gracie checking that I was okay to do her mother's garden on the Tuesday.

Mum spent a couple of hours in the garden, pottering. She was pleased that I'd managed to 'tame' it a bit since we'd moved in. It wasn't until we were eating our main meal in the evening that she dropped the bombshell.

"I got talking to the Higgins's, next door, this afternoon. They're really a nice couple. They were very impressed with you!"

"Well Mr Higgins paid me very generously."

"I gather they asked you in for a drink last night?"

"Yes, I had to collect my money, and I stayed for a chat."

"Anyway, they are very pleased with your work. They invited me round for a meal on Saturday evening, with some friends of theirs."

I spluttered a bit, but managed to hide my surprise, and my mind was racing as to whether mum realised what their pastime was.

"That sounds very neighbourly, at least you can have a drink without worrying about driving."

After dinner I went to my room, and couldn't help wondering about the outcome of all this.

Monday morning came, and I happened to catch sight of Becky arriving next door to pick Hanne up, and go to the gym. As they pulled away, David, from across the road, was visiting Anne, for some extra curricular sex! It was all going on in our road!

I decided to go for a bike ride to enjoy my day off, and an hour and half later I arrived back home sweaty, and out of breath. Just as I was approaching the house, I saw David disappearing back home, and by the time I got to my gate, Anne's front door was just about to close. She had been seeing David off back to his house, and must have caught sight of me arriving back.

The door reopened just a bit, and I saw her head peep out. When she saw me, it opened wider, and I heard a voice say, "Hi Billy, hope you're ok."

I replied, "I'm good Anne, you ok?"

As she opened the door completely, I saw that she was wearing just a bathrobe, and I guessed why."

"Yes Billy, I haven't seen you for a few days, I can see you're hot, would you like a cold drink?"

I really wasn't sure whether to accept, given that I'd just seen David leaving.

"C'mon, I'd like to catch up, it'll be good to have a chat!" She smiled broadly.

Putting my bike round the side of my house, I followed Anne into her kitchen. I sat on one of the stools while Anne got a glass of orange juice from the fridge.

"You saw David didn't you?" Anne asked slightly guiltily.

"Yes I did, I guess you've been fucking?" I chuckled quietly.

"Oh, stop it Billy, I felt so horny this morning, and David texted me, I gave in to my needs, in fact if I hadn't seen him, I'd be dragging you upstairs now!"

Anne gave one of her 'knowing' looks.

"I think we'd better draw a line under that one, I'm already sweaty, that would finish me off!"

"Oooooh I like a sweaty man!"

"Stop it Anne! you're flirting, and your pussy's had enough for today!"

I was trying to make light of Anne's temptation.

"My pussy is dribbling at the moment!"

"STOP!" I looked as fierce as I possibly could, but Anne had suddenly switched to devilment.

She could see the bulge in my lycra cycling shorts, and slowly approached me across the kitchen, letting her bathrobe fall open.

"Do not even think about it!" I was adamant, but she stepped forward and squeezed my crotch.

"You're being a cow," I said.

"I'm being a bitch," she added as she stroked the shiny fabric.

"And that as well," I groaned, "a fucking bitch!"

Deliberately she took my hand, and then took two fingers, and slid them between her pussy lips. Bringing my hand slowly upwards, the finger tips were covered in David's spunk. She raised my hand up to her mouth, and looking me in the eyes, she licked the spunk off with her tongue.

"You're terrible," I muttered, but I knew that Anne's mind worked in quite kinky ways.

I let myself be led to the lounge, and Anne let her bathrobe drop. Dr****g herself along the sofa, she parted her legs wide to reveal her pink pussy that still had traces of David's semen visible.

"Eat me, lick me," her eyes fixed on mine, and she saw my horrified look. I'd tasted my own spunk before, and I remembered the occasion on the school trip when me and Jimmy Unsworth had messed around.

"Go on, this is a dare, let's see how brave you are."

I swallowed hard and went down on her. The slightly salty taste, and her soaking wet pussy was my first impression, but then I heard Anne moan, and I settled to my task. The combination of her pussy juices, David's semen, and the knowledge of her being fucked just half an hour before, got me really hard.

As my face was buried between her thighs, I wrestled my shorts down to my knees, and as soon as I'd freed my cock I fell on her, and pushed my cock straight into her. A mixture of lust, and a feeling that I wanted her to see I wasn't going to be her lapdog, made me start to fuck her as hard as I possibly could.

I pounded into her pussy, the sofa creaking under the onslaught, and Anne was realising that I was not going to stop until I'd cum inside her too.

Her body was trying to resist the strength of my hips battering into her, however she soon tried to grip my buttocks with her legs to slow down my constant thrusting. It had the effect of bringing her orgasm closer.

I was ready to cum as soon as I sensed her reaching the edge.

We both exploded together, me with a loud grunting sound as I pressed down in a final thrust, and her shouting, "Billy, oh Billy."

Her pussy was filled with my spunk now, as I half fell on the floor beside the sofa, Anne's pussy oozed semen in a gradual flow, spilling onto the inside of one thigh.

She looked down at me, "Wow, Billy, you are unbelievable."

"No, you're the unbelievable one Anne, you're just insatiable."

We both struggled to get dressed, Anne using a tissue to wipe away the evidence of her morning of sex. She knew how to turn men on, there was no doubt, and I was becoming addicted to the whole idea of her, and older women.

The next day, it rained, and I texted Gracie to say that there was no point in attempting to do any gardening at her mum's. She seemed disappointed that she wouldn't see me, and said that she hoped the weather would be okay for the following week.

The day was quiet, as was Thursday, but in the afternoon I noticed Becky bringing Hanne home from the gym. I was just putting some rubbish in the bin when she came over with a smile and an invitation.

"Will you be able to come over to mine tomorrow, and have a look at that decorating we want doing? That's if you're still interested?"

"Yes sure, I still need the money! but I don't really know where you live?"

Becky gave me the address, and I put it in my phone. She asked if she could have my number too, and so we swapped those as well.

"Come about 10 o'clock, we'll have some coffee,"

"I'll look forward to it," I replied, and so some more work was hopefully lined up.

Next day when I arrived, Becky was dressed in jeans and a loose sweat shirt, not anything too flirtatious, but I thought perhaps I was getting ahead of myself with my expectations. Although she had teased me when she'd been in Hanne's company, she was now alone, and in her own house.

She had brewed some coffee, but we decided to look at the work she wanted doing before we relaxed.

It was a room downstairs in the extension off the kitchen, an extra bedroom, with a shower room, used for guests. Like Hanne's it was painting the ceiling, walls, and woodwork.

"I don't think there's any problem there, Hanne and Andy got all the paint and materials ready, if you want me to start next week I can."

"Great, yes, Monday would be good, I'll keep you posted over the weekend."

We went back into the kitchen, and Becky poured our coffees.

We were making polite conversation, and Becky sat on the stool next to me.

"It's great to get you on your own,"

I wondered what was coming next.

Becky continued as she sipped her coffee, and looked at me intently, studying my expression.

"You find yourself in the middle of a bit of a whirlwind don't you Billy?"

I screwed up my face knowing exactly what she meant, but saying, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you have several very intimate relationships going on at the moment, and it's all very new to you."

Becky stared at me waiting for a reply.

"In fact, I'm the only woman you're friendly with, that hasn't had sex with you!"

I blushed, looking away briefly.

"Err, yes, I seem to attract older women at the moment."

It seemed a silly reply, but Becky smiled.

"There's still time," she said, poking me in the ribs with her elbow, and chuckling out loud.

I turned even redder.

"Anyway, Hanne told me about Saturday night. We have no secrets from one another, you know about our relationship between the four of us?"

She was referring, of course, to their swinging relationship.

"Yes I do, you all seem very close."

Becky hesitated before she opened up completely.

"Ray and Andy started talking to each other in a chat room way back, anyway to cut a long story short we all met up and we got on so well, it seemed to happen naturally. We all needed a boost in our marriages, and me and Ray had a background in a slightly unusual industry."

I raised my eyebrows, "Unusual?"

"Yes, we both met at a company that made videos for industry, but as a sideline one of the directors made soft porn films. Ray was a cameraman, and I did lighting and sound."

I said, "Phew! exciting stuff."

Becky laughed. "It all started out fairly innocently with nude girls just being sexy and teasing, and being seductive, but then it gradually progressed into more daring stuff, it sort of evolved, particularly as a few of the models suggested it."

I didn't want to appear too inquisitive, so the conversation lulled, until Becky could tell I wanted more detail.

"To be honest, that's how we both discovered we enjoyed playing bisexually. We got friendly with one of the couples we filmed, and a suggestion was made to do one involving the four of us, just for fun. We didn't get to film it, but just started meeting to mess around."

I had finished my coffee, and Becky sensed that perhaps she was being too open.

"I've probably said too much Billy, you'll think I'm absolutely shocking don't you?"

I didn't think that at all.

"No, not at all, I think it's a refreshing attitude to sex, but I'm just a young person learning as I go along."

Becky stepped down from her stool, and stood between my thighs, she clasped her arms around me, in a hug.

"You're a real nice boy Billy, and sexy too."

Her body, in her sweatshirt, felt warm, and as I slipped my hands around her waist, her lips kissed my neck. It felt good, and my hands felt the bare flesh under the edge of her sweatshirt.

The kiss on my neck was triggering my cock, and the temptation to run my hands up her back under her sweatshirt was too great. I loved that cleft up the spine of a woman, and as my fingers went upwards there was the surprise of finding no bra.

Almost like a natural reflex my hand travelled round her waist, and cupped her bare breasts.

Just for a second I played with her nipples, when suddenly she broke away, "No, wait, not now Billy, I want you when we both have time."

"I'm sorry.......I didn't......" I stuttered, "I mean...."

"Don't be silly, I want you, but not now.....it will happen."

I went from thinking I'd got the signals wrong, to wondering if in the next week I would be enjoying Becky's body.

"I'll see you on Monday, ready to start work."

It felt strange, the flirty Becky, postponing an opportunity, but I was content to wait, and happy that I'd got more work.

Saturday evening came, and I really wondered about mum going to dinner next door. Becky hadn't mentioned it, and I just couldn't imagine mum's reaction if they brought the conversation round towards the subject of swinging.

To me mum was mum, but I knew nothing of her inner thoughts, or desires, or indeed whether she was faithful to my dad, when he had been so unfaithful.

But oh my gosh, when she got herself ready for a night out, she did look gorgeous. Such was the image as she left for the Higgins's that evening.

I raided the fridge for some cold meat and salad, and there were a couple of bottles of beer which were very welcome. The sun went down about 8.15pm, and by 9pm outside, it was completely dark. It was a warm evening, and so I went into the garden to drink the second bottle of beer.

I suppose it was inevitable that I was curious about the dinner party next door, I was tempted to have a peek through one of the windows at the back.

I resisted, and went back indoors. I really was bored, and feeling pretty rudderless. For a half an hour I paced around the house, not settling on anything, until I gave in to the temptation.

I went out of the kitchen door, and crept out of our side gate and into the Higgins' side entrance. As I did so the security lights turned on, and swearing under my breath, I quickly ran back to the safety of our garden.

"Sod it," I muttered under my breath. I felt a bit like a burglar, and was looking around to see if Anne, on the other side of the garden, was looking out from her house.

Plan B was to go down the garden a little way, and see if I could see anything from over the fence. I'd forgotten that the third fence panel along had been damaged, and there was one slat displaced, leaving a gap of about six inches just below the top, at head height.

I pulled part of the shrubbery to one side, and pushed myself up against the fence. None of the gardens on our side of the road were overlooked, the bottom perimeter being a row of dense conifers. This must have given Hanne and Andy a sense of security, because they had left the blinds at the windows, and the doors open.

What I could see left me open mouthed and, at that moment, shocked.

Andy was laying on his back, naked on the sofa. On her knees was my mother, also naked, sucking his cock, and behind her the naked Ray was fucking her doggy style. Almost out of sight, in one of the arm chairs, were Hanne and Becky kissing, and fingering each other.

I just found it hard to absorb, I watched transfixed for I don't know how long. But when Andy started to cum, and I could see my mum trying to swallow, I tried to crane my neck, and broke away another slat on the fence.

"Fuck," I swore as a splinter of wood pierced my finger.

In the dark, it hurt like hell, but I just couldn't take my eyes away from the scene next door.

I looked back, and even though I couldn't hear anything, I could tell that Ray had just cum inside my mum's pussy. The three bodies seemed to sag, and then as if she were embarrassed, mum got up and left the room.

My finger hurt like hell, so I decided to go back indoors, and sure enough there was a trickle of blood, and a sliver of wood projecting from my skin. With a jerk, I got the splinter out, swearing profusely, and ran my finger under the cold tap.

My mind was still filled with the image of my mother being fucked. I was going to have to process a lot, before I could come to terms with it.

By 11.30pm I was in bed, wide awake listening for the front door opening, and my mum's return.

It wasn't until 1am that the front door shut, and I heard mum in the kitchen getting herself some water, followed by the sound of her coming upstairs and going to bed.

Surprisingly I slept well, but as I awoke the image of my mother returned, and I lay there wondering whether anything would be said.

"Good morning, did you do anything last night, or hear from anyone?" mum asked.

She sounded really bright and breezy.

"Oooh, what have you done to your finger, how did that happen?"

I had to think quickly, "Oh I was messing about with the bolt on the back gate after you'd gone, it needs adjusting, it was just a splinter."

"Have you got it all out?"

"Yes mum, it's ok, don't fuss," adding, "so how was your evening, you were back late."

I watched her face closely.

Amazingly her face lit up, "It was great, they're really nice people, and the two friends that were there, were very easy to get on with."

The expression on my face must have looked quizzical.

"Hanne was really chuffed with you, and Becky is looking forward to seeing you on Monday as well."

My whole view of mum was rapidly changing second by second. Was there a side of her that I didn't know about before?

Later that Sunday morning the sun came out, and I went out for a bike ride, it gave me time to think about the night before. When I got back, to my surprise mum was talking in the front garden to Andy. Considering that the previous evening I'd watched her swallowing his semen she seemed unphased by my appearance.

"Hi Billy, glad to see you're keeping fit, those muscles won't build themselves."

Andy's interest in my muscles threw me, and I responded in a fairly benign way.

"Just a few miles to get some air into my lungs."

I went indoors leaving mum and Andy chatting, but really interested in their chemistry.

When mum returned, I was making coffee.

"Andy's a real nice guy," mum remarked.

"Sounds like you fancy him," I decided to be cheeky.

"Hmmmm, if he wasn't married I probably would."

This was a daring statement from my mum.

"Wow, I've never heard you say anything like that before, you must be over dad completely now."

"I guess I've realised I have to move on, your old mum needs a bit more spark in her life."

"Well, I'm really pleased, because when I'm at uni you're going to have to have some sort of social life, and you need to get to know people in the neighbourhood."

That little exchange of views seemed to open up a more adult dialogue between us, and it certainly brought a change of attitude for mum. In the following weeks there was a definitely a different approach to the way she dressed, the way she was made up, and a growing confidence in her femininity.

On Monday morning I arrived at Becky's. The day was bright and sunny, she was bright and breezy, and had a mug of coffee waiting.

"We've got everything I think, it's all in the bedroom, and we've moved all of the furniture out so that it will make it much easier."

Becky looked delicious, and I was on the verge of asking about mum and the evening at Hanne's, but I had to concentrate on the job in hand, so after my coffee I cracked on, and was pleased with my progress. The preparation went well, mostly because it wasn't an old extension, and the walls were all true and flat.

At lunchtime Becky had made some sandwiches, we went into the lounge, and it was then that I found out the truth of Saturday evening.

I started the probing.

"Mum seemed to enjoy Saturday evening, she said you were all great company."

I watched the expression on Becky's face closely. She looked directly at me, and there was that brief flash of recognition as to the nature of the question. She knew why I was asking.

There was a hint of a chuckle, "We all had a terrific evening Billy. I think I know why you're asking?" She raised her eyebrows quizzically.

"I'm thinking that you might have tried to involve her in some of your fun?"

Becky put down her sandwich, and came over to sit on the arm of the chair where I was sitting.

"Your mum turned out to be an absolute star. I don't want to upset you, but I think she needed to free herself from a lot of angst. Once she had realised the relationship between the four of us, she began to question us about it, and it was obvious that it had fired her imagination, and as it turned out, her libido."

Becky put her hand on my shoulder, as if to comfort me.

"Wow, I'm pleased she's finally freed herself of my dad, I imagine it developed?"

Becky seemed relieved that I wasn't hung up about it.

"Yes it did, I won't go into details, but she ended up fucking Ray and sucking Andy off. It was Ray's lucky night. When we got home he gave me the best sex we've had in a long time. I told him that he'd fucked your mum, and I was going to fuck her son!"

I went hot all over, and Becky slid onto the floor in front of me.

"And that's going to be now!"

Her fingers went to my belt, and zipper, and by the time they were unclasped and unzipped, my cock was straining inside my boxers.

"Lift up," Becky said as she slid my shorts and boxers down around my ankles. My cock was standing upright, as she swiftly pulled her dress over her head and stood up in front of me.

As she reached behind her to undo her bra, she wiggled her hips provocatively, and her eyes went from mine to my cock, and back again.

I'm finally going to ride that delicious cock of yours, Hanne's had you, now it's my turn."

She wriggled her panties downwards, and knelt forwards so that her knees were on the armchair either side of my hips. Watching my face, she reached underneath herself, and took my cock to place it against her pussy lips. They were already luscious with her juices, and lowering her body, I entered her.

We both gasped simultaneously.

Becky pressed her hips downwards, and held herself there, she pressed her breasts forward, and kissed me softly.

"God that feels good," she murmured close up to me.

My mouth was drawn to her nipples, which had grown erect, and when my lips closed around one of them, she sighed, and then started to move her body upwards.

"Move just the way you want to Becky," I whispered, as I took her second nipple between my lips.

Slowly she moved, with a combination of rising and falling, and then rotating her hips, and finally grinding down on me.

We were in a bubble, oblivious to anything else, and not caring about time. We kept fucking, on and on, and Becky built slowly towards her orgasm.

Our breathing increased, and the quiet murmurs became louder gasps. Her fingers were gripping my shoulders, the nails digging into the skin, and I felt her pussy juices soaking my balls.

I knew when she started to push more rapidly that she was nearly there, her short breaths changed from gasps to little out of breath cries.

She leaned forward, her face pushed into the side of my neck. She kept repeating, "Oh Billy....oh Billy.....oh Billy."

I was ready to let go too, I said, into her hair, "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes....," she cried, " now.....now ....now!"

And then, just as her whole body shook and shuddered, the pain in my shoulder made me shout, "Fuck, Becky, fuck....fuck," as her teeth bit into my flesh. The combination of pain and pleasure, as my cock erupted deep inside Becky's cunt, seemed at odds with reality.

Becky was saying, "I'm sorry, Billy.....oh god I'm sorry," as I finished ejaculating the last of my spunk.

She finally relaxed, holding me inside her, and leaning backwards to look at me, said, "Fuck, Billy, that was.......wow!....I just don't know."

Minutes passed before Becky slowly stood up, and picking up her clothes went to shower.

"Come and join me Billy.....please."

My crotch was soaking in a combination of Becky's juices and my cum. Stepping out of the shorts and boxers that were around my ankles, I swiftly followed her into the shower room. Already she was standing under the cascading water, and when I stepped in to join her, I was met with a watery embrace.

"Billy that was fantastic, I'm glad I waited, and I'm glad you wanted me too."

We kissed, and Becky turned the water to a slow trickle while she soaped both of us all over. When I turned her around and soaped her back my hands ventured under her arms and cupped her breasts, my fingers sliding over her hardening nipples.

The front of my body was pressed against her back, my soapy limp cock between her rounded buttocks. She used one hand to redirect the water flow towards the tiles, and the other reached behind her to grasp my cock.

Rubbing it with her slippery fingers brought a response, much to my surprise.

"Oh my god, you naughty boy, you're amazing, you're getting hard again!........go on I dare you!"

What she meant was that she wanted fucking again, which became obvious as she gripped the tap controls on the wall, and bent forwards, spreading her legs wide.

"Becky, this is crazy," I surprised myself as I could see myself stiff once again.

Holding one of her hips, I gripped my soapy cock, and placed it between her cheeks. Pushing, the soap helped in finding my target.

As I pushed the head of my cock harder, the surprised tone of Becky's voice suddenly shouted my name, "Billy! you know what your doing?"

I'd started to enter her, as I thought, but when she shouted out again, "Billy! .....BILLY! ...Owwwww!" I realised in horror my misguided mistake.

Hurriedly I withdrew, and flustered I was saying, "Sorry...sorry," before I slid straight inside her pussy.

Becky purred as I pumped away, and she redirected the water back onto us. She was pushing her ass back at me in time with my thrusting. I was able to reach round and get my fingers to her clit, and by gently massaging I was making her groan once again.

My thigh muscles were burning by the time she started to cum, she half choked, and her body seemed to sag as she shivered slightly.

I wasn't close to cumming, but Becky wanted me to. She turned around and sinking to her knees started to soap my cock. I leaned against the tiles, enjoying the feeling of slippery fingers rubbing me.

It took some time, but when I came the spurts of spunk shot over her breasts, and were washed away by the water, The spunk on her fingers were just sucked into her mouth with a gleeful smile.

When we were both eventually dressed again, we had the look of slightly bedraggled, exhausted lovers who'd gone as far as they could.

"I don't think you're going to be doing much more today, after that!" Becky said.

Then she verbalised what we'd both been thinking.

"You do know what nearly happened in that shower?"

I nodded.

"You were almost inside me, It's something that I've never done before, I've watched Ray and Andy do it, and wondered what it was like. I was ready to say yes, but it hurt a bit, I was scared."

"I'm sorry, it was my mistake, it was all that soap I guess."

Then Becky surprised me.

"We'll try it again this week."

My adventure was taking yet another twist.

....

At breakfast mum asked me how my first day decorating at Becky's had gone. I told her, "Fine," but she didn't know that I had fucked her twice during the day.

Tuesday was my usual day for gardening at Gracie's mum's house, so there was a day off from decorating. The day started in bright sunshine with very little dew so I got straight on with mowing the grass as soon as I got there. Once I'd edged the lawn, I was ready to tidy up the area at the bottom of the garden that had been left overgrown for several years. It was hot work even though it was largely in the shade of two enormous oak trees.

By mid morning I was ready for a cold drink, and Gracie's mum had told me a ginger beer would be waiting at around 11 o'clock. When I got up to the house Gracie was there too, she'd come to see how I was getting on, and as I sensed, she was horny as well.

I was bare chested and rather dirty, but Gracie made sure she got very close to me as I drank my ginger beer. Her mother tried to chat, but she was a sweetie who kept repeating herself, I knew 'alzheimers' was so cruel.

When I'd finished my drink, I thanked Gracie's mum, and Gracie followed me back down the garden to see what I'd done, or so she said!

Even before we'd reached halfway down the garden I felt her fingers on my bare back, as she slid them through my perspiration.

The area under the oak trees was hidden from the house, and as soon as we got to where the old swing was, she turned me towards her. Her dark skin looked incredible in the dappled shade, and she wore an off the shoulder top displaying the silky smooth skin of her shoulders. Indeed her large breasts were showing her prominent nipples through the thin knitted fabric, which always turned me on.

"Kiss me!" She wanted something from me, while we were on our own. She ran her fingers over my nipples which made me shiver, and my treacherous cock started to rear up beneath my shorts.

"Quick, over here," Gracie was in a hurry to do something daring.

As she backed towards the old swing, pulling at the buckle on my shorts, she suddenly hitched up her skirt and pulled her panties down, stepping out of them.

"Fuck me.....here."

She sat back on the old swing, which was hanging from a bough of the oak tree, and she spread her thighs wide. Her pink pussy lips glistened between her dark thighs, and it only took me a moment to find myself inside her.

"Billy....oh god....that's good, go on, fuck me please."

Gracie was reaching up, and holding the supporting ropes, so it was easy for me to pull up her top and to expose her breasts which were filling her inadequate bra. When I unclasped it they exposed their full magnificence. My chest was already glazed in perspiration, and now Gracie's breasts were sliding against my skin.

We were at it like rabbits, grunting, moaning, straining with pleasure.

I knew by now some of Gracie's triggers, and when I pinched her nipples it prompted an acceleration in her arousal. I was caught up in the excitement of being outside and exposed, and when Gracie started to cum, I couldn't hold back. My cock spurted, and Gracie gripped me with her legs.

"Fucking hell," she said quietly, "God I needed that."

But we were not alone. Behind Gracie, through the hedge, some twigs snapped. We both froze, my cock was still inside her pussy, and we were clutching at each other.

I was looking over her shoulder and saw a shadow, disappearing away from the hedge, and retreating up next door's garden.

"Was someone there?" Becky asked, "Were they watching us?"

"I think they probably were," was my opinion.

"I bet it was Mr Edmunds, he's always looking at my tits."

"I think he may have seen more than your tits!" I chuckled, as my cock finally slipped from Gracie's pussy.

"Stop it, you're being too naughty."

"Hell, you're the naughty one! You've just taken advantage of me!"

Gracie was putting her panties on, and doing up her bra when we heard her mum calling.

As we both walked back up to the house we got a possible clue to our voyeur. Looking guiltily over the low hedge from next door's garden was a young girl. She was about the same age as me, and it seemed obvious from her body language that it was her that had watched us.

"Hi Lucy," Gracie suddenly said, "you visiting your mum and dad? How's France?"

It was evident that Gracie knew her quite well.

"Yes I'm home for three weeks, I was just enjoying the sun."

Lucy was gorgeous, tall, slim, blonde, hair in two bunches, and wearing shorts, and a tight t-shirt.

"It's good to see you again, you've grown up quite a bit since I last saw you. By the way, this is Billy, he's doing mum's garden once a week, he's helping me a lot! He's off to uni in September."

"Hi Billy," was all that Lucy said, which was hardly surprising having seen me fucking just minutes before.

"Well enjoy your break, no doubt I'll see you again before you go back, Billy's here every Tuesday morning so I may pop in then."

"Ok, thanks, bye Billy."

We left Lucy a bit confused, and went inside to see what Gracie's mum had wanted. I wasn't far off finishing the bit of clearance at the end of the garden so once Gracie had gone I went back to complete it.

I was hoping Lucy might still be around, and at first I couldn't see her, but as I was tipping my cuttings onto the compost heap, I caught sight of her, sitting on a rug.

She saw me at exactly the same moment, and her whole demeanour had changed. She jumped up and said, "Hey Billy, sorry about earlier, I was a bit 'in shock.' Gracie has been like an 'auntie' to me, and I sort of saw everything by accident, sorry I shouldn't be talking about it."

"Oh god Lucy, the whole thing with Gracie has snowballed, please don't think I'm awful."

"Look, when you're done, come round and have a chat, my mum and dad are out all day, would you like to?"

"Cool.... yes," I said, "I'll be round in about half an hour, if you don't mind me in my work clothes."

"See you then, great." and I watched her as she skipped back into the house, I was thinking that she did have the most wondrous butt!

She answered the door as soon as I'd rung the bell, with a breezy, "Hi again Billy, do you want a cold beer?"

I thanked her, and followed her through to the kitchen. I noticed that she had put on some make up in the form of eye liner and blusher, and her wonderful ass was like a constantly moving target.

"Let's go out and sit on the rug, it's really lovely in the sun, mum and dad have gone to some boring musical in London, and it's great to be on my own."

We sat for sometime, just chatting idly, before I asked her why she was living in France. My assumption was that perhaps it was part of a uni course.

Immediately she looked downwards, almost not wanting to explain.

"Sorry," I said," I'm being a bit too nosey."

"It's ok," she replied nervously, "Gracie would probably tell you anyway, it's a bit of a mess, but my fault."

I was intrigued, and just let her continue.

"I was forced to leave school just before my 'A' levels last year, I was having a sort of fling with the deputy head, we were caught out, he lost his job, and my mum and dad shipped me off to my aunt's in France when it all became public. Although my name was never published, everyone here knew."

"Oh my god, I think I remember, it made the national press."

"Yeah, I guess we have something in common, we fancy older partners!"

Lucy giggled, and went on, "Shall I show you where I was hiding?"

She jumped up, and took my hand, pulling me down behind the garden shed to where there were some old rotting tool boxes.

"Up here," she clambered onto the rather unstable perch, and I stepped up beside her. Immediately I could see the swing through the overgrown foliage, not more than ten metres away.

"Oh fuck, you got a good view....shit!"

Lucy chuckled, jumping back down, she sarcastically added, "You had difficulty keeping up with Gracie, you need more practice."

As I stepped down, I stumbled slightly, and Lucy grabbed me to stop me falling.

It was one of those moments. Just for a few seconds we held on in an embrace.

"It certainly looked fucking horny," Lucy said it quietly. "I've not had sex since I was bent over Mr Digby's desk in his office."

A mischievous look came over her face.

"Oh fuck," she said, as though talking to herself, "why not live dangerously." There was a long pause, and an intake of breath, "Let's go indoors and you can fuck me, just like you fucked Gracie!"

I had no chance to reply, grabbing my hand once again, she ran, pulling me at arms length, up the garden to the house.

As she dragged me upstairs, she excitedly exclaimed, "I've always wanted to fuck someone in my mum and dad's bed!"

"Are you sure Lucy, have you thought this through?"

"Fuck off, yes, let's do it!"

Lucy was stripping off even as we entered her parent's bedroom. The body I'd admired was soon on display, and she leapt onto the bed, throwing off the duvet, and spreading herself on her back, on the bed.

"Go on, get your clothes off."

As I was unbuttoning my shirt, and then untying the laces on my boots, she suddenly jumped off the bed, and disappeared, naked out of the bedroom.

"Don't stop, I'll be two seconds."

In a few brief moments she was back, thrusting the foil wrapped condom into my hand.

"Use that, the shit would really hit the fan if I got pregnant!"

Leaping back on the bed, she watched me finish getting undressed as she very deliberately started to massage her clit with her fingers.

I was holding the condom sachet between my lips, as my boxers slid down around my ankles, and my cock was starting to react.

"Come here," Lucy beckoned, "sit here."

Obediently I sat beside her, and she took the condom from me. As her fingers closed around my cock she murmured, "Mmmmm, I can smell Gracie's pussy on you," and then as her she lowered her head, and her mouth closed around it, she added, "and taste it."

My cock needed little stimulus. As soon as it stood up firmly Lucy sat up, tearing the foil open, and taking the oily sheath gently between her fingers.

I watched her turn it to the correct side, and hold the teat between her finger and thumb. Placing it on the head of my cock, she began to roll it downwards.

"God Billy, your cock is a big one, this is not going all the way down, just make sure it stays on."

By the time I was fully 'insured' Lucy was pulling me down on top of her.

"Come on Billy, fuck me now, I so need it."

It was rather like making love to an eel! From the moment my body lowered itself between her thighs, and my cock pressed against her pussy, Lucy was never still.

Her pussy was reluctant to let me inside, but her constant movement seemed to get her juices flowing.

"Oh fuck, slowly, fuck.... stop.....just a second," and then, "go on, that's it....go on..........GODDD......YES!"

And I was inside her.

This was so different, Lucy's lithe body, toned muscles, matched every move I made, we seemed to use every square inch of the bed. She demanded every position, me on top, her on top, facing me, then facing away, then on her knees from behind, and all the while filling the room with cries, with sighs, with excited instructions.

Wearing a condom took some of the sensitivity away from me, and so we must have fucked for almost half an hour, before she came the first time. I say the first time, because she seemed to move from one orgasm to the next, and then the next in a procession of shuddering, body shaking thrusts against me.

She filled the room with expletives, cries, and groans so loud that Gracie's mum must have heard them next door.

I slowed my movements, and Lucy's body seemed to calm. For the last time she rolled me onto my back, and I looked up at her bedraggled hair, clinging to her forehead in beads of perspiration.

In slow deliberate movements her body rose and fell. Her tight pussy was now soaked in its own juices.

"Come for me Billy.....please."

Watching her young body above me, I felt her pussy pulsing around my cock, all those work outs in the gym were bringing me off.

"Ohhhhhhhh.....yes...Lucy, I'm cumming."

She pressed down, and leaned forward to kiss me as I starting jerking inside her. There was a little look of panic on her face as I went on emptying myself.

As if to check that nothing had gone wrong, she slid off my cock to one side, and with a sigh, I heard her say, "Thank god."

I could see the end of the condom was full of my semen, and I watched the relief on Lucy's face, as we both collapsed side by side.

"God that was good Billy, I must have cum three times, you're pretty good, no wonder Gracie fancies you."

I didn't reply directly to that, but said, "Lucy you were incredible, it's a pity you have to go back to France."

"Well I'm hoping there may be some discussion on that, my one lever with that is that I have to complete my 'A' levels, I'm hoping mum and dad will be open to persuasion, now that some of the gossip has died down."

Carefully I pulled the condom off, trying not to spill any of the contents on the bedsheets. I went and filled it with water in the en suite, and double flushed it down the toilet.

"Can we meet again?" Lucy was almost dressed again, "I know I've only got another two weeks here possibly, but I would like to see you if you want to?"

I was putting my shorts back on, but I stopped and pulled her to me.

"Yes, I'd love to, but I won't lie, I'm not only involved with Gracie, I'm also seeing someone else as well. Gracie knows, but you may not like it."

"Please, I don't mind honestly. I guess Gracie might find out, I don't want to upset her."

"Let's swap mobile numbers, I'm sure we can make it work, at worst I'm here again next week, on Tuesday."

We kissed, and once I was dressed, I made my way outside to walk home.

It was with a glow that I arrived home, and was just about to take a shower when a text arrived from Gracie.

'Now why do I think you might have been a naughty boy?' was the content.

Gracie had a sixth sense, but giving it a quick thought she knew Lucy's history, and probably guessed.

I texted back, 'I'm completely innocent!' and added a devil's face emoji.

On Wednesday I returned to the business of Becky's decorating. The weather continued to be good, and I only saw Becky briefly before she left for the day, to visit her sister. I was glad because I cracked on and completed the ceiling and all of the walls. Thursday and Friday would see me complete it, I hoped.

On Thursday I had a quick coffee with Becky before I got going, and she told me that Hannah was coming over for lunch, and that I could share what she was preparing for them both.

I knew that there would be a temptation to get distracted and, in a way, I hoped that wouldn't happen, I wanted to get the job done.

I managed to get most of the undercoating completed by lunchtime, Hannah had arrived about 11.30am and just stuck her head round the door to say "hello."

I got the shout to say that lunch was ready, and Becky had prepared a pasta salad with some fresh bread, and some apple juice. We sat round the breakfast bar, and both women were, of course, flirty as usual.

I didn't rise to the bait, but one topic of conversation that came up was mum. They were very keen to invite her again to a get together, and they joked about inviting me too. I was at pains to point out that a scenario involving me and my mum together, was not going to happen.

That brought much laughter, and suggestive comments, and I tried to ignore the more pervy ones.

"You must come alone then, one Saturday evening," said Hanne.

"I'd be outnumbered!" I joked, "it would seem mighty strange, with you four all there."

"Think about it, it's an open invitation, if we don't meet at Hanne's then we meet here, if you're happier not being next door to your house, then come here one week."

"I was greatly tempted to say yes, there and then, but I just said that I'd think about it, I didn't want to upset mum."

That afternoon I completed all the undercoat, and finished half of the gloss, It just left a couple of hours work to be done on the Friday morning, and that's the way it turned out.

First thing on Friday Becky went off to go to the gym with Hanne, and I was left unhindered, and was done by 11am.

I wasn't sure what time Becky would return, once before she had gone shopping with Hanne, and didn't return until after lunch.

That left me with my inquisitiveness! It was too much of a temptation not to have a good look around.

Upstairs there were three bedrooms, the main one was large, with fitted wardrobes, all mirrored, with a dressing table, bedside tables and a king sized bed. I had a quick look in the wardrobes which just had the usual clothes on hangers, and shoes. A glance in the drawer beside the bed brought the first, not unexpected, surprise, a pink vibrator. I couldn't resist switching it on and hearing the buzz, which gave me a bit of a thrill.

The next room along the corridor was a small office, with desk top computer, printer, shelves of files etc.

The third room, at the end of the corridor was a real surprise.

It was of average size, but immediately I noticed the odd black blinds, and a rather austere metal framed bed.

The penny dropped when I saw two large metal hooks in the ceiling above the bed. This, at the very least, was a 'playroom.'

I took a deep breath, processing the whole idea of having a room like this. I wanted to find out more, and so the wardrobe in the corner beckoned. Inside I found an array of dresses, one-piece suits, mostly in latex, but some in leather, some on hangers, and some folded on shelves.

On the other side of the room was a large oak chest with three drawers. I opened the top drawer and my jaw dropped at the number of vibrators, dildos, toys, nipple clamps, wrist straps, it was jammed full.

I picked up a couple of vibrators, and again turned them on. Some seemed more powerful than others, some had peculiar shapes, and textures.

"That's a good one for men!"

Becky's voice behind me in the doorway was like an electric shock. I dropped the toy, and spun round guiltily, confronted by a tremendously amused expression on her face.

"That one there is a good one for men," she repeated, and picked up one of the odd shaped toys as she came and stood beside me.

"So you've found our 'amusement park'? It's taken time to build our collection. So which one do you want to try?"

She was looking at me closely, and I really couldn't determine if she was joking or not.

"Ok I'll choose!"

She clearly wasn't joking.

Selecting the toy she'd been referring to earlier, she said assertively, "Get your shorts off, and lay on the bed, on your side."

I still didn't believe her.

"Go on! On your side."

For whatever reason I obeyed. I slipped off my shorts and boxers, and lay down on the bed. Becky placed a small towel under my hips and then opened another drawer and took out a small bottle of oil. Sitting beside me on the bed she just said one word as she poured some oil onto the palm of one hand, "Relax."

Her oily fingers were slippery on the softness of my very flaccid cock. With a deft touch, her fingers slowly massaged it to a state of being semi erect.

"That's more like it," she spoke softly, as it hardened more.

She applied more oil and smoothed her fingers up and down the shaft, and teasingly around the head.

When she stopped, my senses were heightened as her hand moved behind me, and an oily finger sought out my fundament.

"Don't say anything, like I said, relax!"

The words seemed to reassure me as the oily finger worked its way inside me. I gasped quietly, when a second finger joined it.

Becky moved her fingers gently, and progressively deeper, until she found my prostate, the magic spot. Massaging it with her fingertips was new, I'd not had this done before, and the sensation felt slightly odd.

Moments later, her fingers withdrew, and unseen, the toy replaced them. I could feel the rigid curve work its way right inside, and Becky's other oily hand was sliding up and down my erection.

"How's that Billy? feeling good?"

I could only groan as her hand slid incredibly slowly, up and down.

And then, with a giggle, she turned on the vibrator.

"Oh my fucking hell", was all I could say, the sensation was like nothing else. Any semblance of resistance was futile, and Becky was in command, and enjoying the control. I tried to relax, but couldn't.

Within a few minutes there was precum oozing from my cock, the vibrations were messing with any sensible thought, and I knew this whole scenario was going to end soon.

When the moment came, it was a long pleasurable sensation going on and on. It started with almost a cry for help, "Oh god Becky.......fuck!"

There was an initial spurt of spunk over Becky's wrist, and then the vibrations brought a series of surges, pumping out a continuous flow of semen. It seemed to go on and on, until there was a satisfied sigh from Becky, and she turned off the vibrator and withdrew it.

"Well I don't think I've ever seen that much spunk, young man."

My voice croaked, and I felt totally helpless, totally limp, as weak as a kitten. Becky had pushed me to my utmost.

Becky left me to recover and get dressed, and downstairs she told me what a good job I'd made of the decorating. She completed the praise with a repeated invitation to join herself, Ray, Hanne and Andy for an evening on a future weekend.

I couldn't help being excited by that prospect!

....

Mum continued to be a different person, taking much more care over how she dressed, more energy in her conversation, and excitedly, more pleasantly outgoing. I was pleased for her, and she surprised me when she said that we'd both been invited to a barbecue and 'hot tub party' at Anne Lansdowne's on Saturday evening.

At first I thought about giving an excuse, thinking that I would feel out of place with mum there, but then I had a text from Lucy saying that Gracie had invited her. There was no way I wasn't going, once I knew that!

Mum seemed glad that she was being welcomed by our other neighbours, but I wasn't sure whether she realised how 'liberated' they were. She knew nothing of my adventures with them apart the fact that I was gardening for Gracie's mum, once a week.

The weather was still great on Saturday, and I was mildly excited about seeing Lucy again. I also wondered who else would have been invited, indeed, how big a party it might be.

When mum and I arrived, Anne greeted us with the standard glass of prosecco, and introduced us to a couple, Debbie and Graham, who were old friends of hers, Debbie was quite an attractive redhead, while Graham was a balding, smiley, rather amusing guy.

I'm afraid I left mum talking to them, and made an excuse to wander off round the garden. Apart from the hot tub, and the barbecue on the patio, the rest of the garden was lawned, except for a small pond at the bottom of the garden, surrounded by a hedge, and a wooden bench below a pergola.

Having explored, and finished my drink, I returned to the house for a refill, just as Hanne and Andy arrived. Mum's face lit up, and she was soon in conversation with the two of them.

Some ten minutes later Gracie appeared with Lucy accompanying her. Lucy looked unbelievably sexy, she was dressed in a tight red dress, and heels, with her previously 'bunched' blonde hair, flowing over her bare shoulders.

Gracie whispered to me, "Keep your cock under control young man!"

I wasn't sure if that was a threat or a joke, but I noticed Graham's mouth drop open as he set eyes on Lucy. Debbie noticed it too, and I was amused by it, although Debbie didn't look best pleased.

"How are you?" I said to Lucy.

Lucy's perfume filled my nostrils, as she stood next to me, and she replied, "I wasn't sure about coming."

"Nor me, but once you said you were coming, it was no contest, and by the way, you do look gorgeous."

She laughed, "You're only saying that because you want to get my knickers off...well hard luck...I'm not wearing any!"

"Shshhhh," I said.

We stayed chatting and drinking until the food was ready. Anne had got an outside caterer to cook on the barbecue, while she had prepared salads, and breads, which were laid out in the kitchen.

Lucy and I found ourselves eating together on a bench next to Debbie and Graham. Graham couldn't take his eyes off Lucy, and it was clear that Debbie was not amused, so as Graham gave Lucy his full attention, I decided to chat up Debbie. It struck me bizarrely that I'd fucked every woman at the party apart from Debbie and my mum.

We found that we had got a lot in common, as she told me that she was brought up where mum and I had lived with dad. We discussed how it had changed, and I described how I'd lost my virginity to a girl that lived in the next road to where she used to live.

After the food had been consumed, and more wine drunk, Gracie and Anne disappeared briefly, only to reappear in their bikinis.

"Ok folks, we're going in, who's gonna join us?"

Graham jumped up asking, "Lucy, Billy, you coming in?"

I turned to Debbie, "Debbie, what about you?"

I could see that she felt awkward, and sure enough she said, "I've not got the body at my age, you folks go ahead." She half smiled, regretfully.

Graham hardly heard those words as he dashed indoors to get changed. Lucy held back, and asked if I was going to go in.

"Perhaps later, I'm enjoying Debbie's company at the moment."

Debbie smiled, but as Lucy disappeared inside to change, I could see that she felt a bit despondent.

"Can I say Debbie, you look terrific, but I can understand it's not everyone's idea of fun, the hot tub I mean. Let's have another drink, shall I get you another wine?"

"Please, and thanks Billy, you're really being a gentleman."

I went into the kitchen just as Graham passed me, dressed in colourful, tropical swim shorts, and by the time I'd poured two glasses of wine, Lucy was padding her way out to the hot tub too. I drew a deep breath as I saw her body pass in a tiny bikini.

Joining Debbie again, we watched the hilarity, and splashing, in the hot tub.

I could tell that Debbie was showing anxiety as Graham sat between Lucy and Gracie. I watched her as Lucy was bouncing around in the hot tub, bumping into Graham, and him laughing and jostling both Lucy and Gracie.

"He's not really thinking of you is he?"

Debbie looked forlorn, "He's done this before, being flirty with young women."

"Shall we make him jealous?" I winked.

Debbie looked at me puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me, make sure he sees us, take my arm, and look as though we are having fun."

I stood up, Debbie linked arms with me, and I was making sure we were as close as possible, as we walked slowly past the hot tub, with Debbie clinging to me.

I checked to see if Graham had seen us, as we walked down the garden, towards the pond.

The light was dimming as we got to the bench beside the pond.

"Let's sit down Debbie, a bit of peace and quiet here."

"You're a sweetie Billy, I hope Graham doesn't make a fool of himself, he is always chasing women."

As she spoke, she squeezed my arm, seemingly for reassurance.

In the semi darkness, I just leaned forward and kissed her cheek, my hand pressing on her thigh.

"Thank you," Debbie's face was only inches from mine, her sad eyes widened, and I kissed her on the lips.

For a moment she withdrew, and then we kissed again. I felt her hand still clutching my arm, "Billy, this is crazy, we mustn't."

"Debbie, let me..." was all I said, as I pushed my face towards her neck, nuzzling against her hair, and breathing in her perfume.

"Billy, you must stop, you're young enough to be my son."

I pressed my lips to her ear, kissing, then nibbling her lobes.

"God Billy, we mustn't...oh gosh...please."

Pulling away from her neck, I kissed her again on the lips, and this time there was a sense of acquiesence. Her lips parted, and my tongue flirted with hers.

At last there was no protest, just a brief," Oh Billy."

My hand went to cup her breast, which brought another sigh, and the kissing continued. I was expecting a negative reaction when my hand slipped under her dress, and began to move upwards, however her thighs parted slightly, and I discovered her stocking tops and the soft skin above.

"Oh Billy...oh Billy, oh god...you mustn't."

But her actions belied her protest, as she pushed her legs wider.

My fingers travelled over the warm flesh, moving further, until I touched the soft, silk covered mound of her pussy.

As soon as my finger lifted the edge of her panties and pulled them to one side, I felt the soft, moist flesh within. My middle two fingers slid inside, and Debbie thrust her head into my shoulder.

Her gasping was muffled, and her fingers gripped my arms, "Ohhhhh...god...ohhhhh."

As my fingers sunk deep inside her pussy, my thumb went upwards to massage her clit. I worked my hand back and forth, and her hips strained against me as she was desperate to cum.

With a rush, her body rocked backwards, and Debbie tried to suppress her cries.

"Fuck...fuck...Billy...fuck...fuck!"

Sagging back against me, I withdrew my fingers, and Debbie realised the reality of what had just happened.

"Billy, this was wrong, on so many levels, oh my god, why didn't I stop you?"

She looked at me as she was getting her dress and panties back in order.

"If Graham finds out, god knows what'll happen, we have to get back, and look normal."

"Look Debbie, it will be ok, we'll go back to the house, and we will see if Graham's been behaving himself, he was being so very flirty earlier on."

Just before we returned, she hugged me, and said quietly, "Thank you."

Linking arms we walked back up to the house, and the hot tub seemed a great deal quieter. Graham was nowhere to be seen, he had obviously gone indoors to get dressed. Anne, Lucy, and Gracie, were looking quite smug, and were still enjoying their soaking.

Mum, who was seated with Andy and Hanne, called over and told me that she was going back to the Higgins' house for a night cap, and that I shouldn't wait up for her.

I nodded in response, knowing probably why she was going back with them.

Just then Graham appeared, dressed, looking much more sober, and appearing to be anxious to leave.

With a fairly curt, "Goodbye," he took Debbie's arm and ushered her away, briefly thanking Anne as he passed the hot tub. He seemed to ignore both Lucy, Gracie, and myself.

Gracie whispered under her breath, "That'll teach him," and I wondered why she had said that.

Anne stood up in the hot tub and indicated that she and Gracie were going indoors. "We'll leave you two youngsters to it, we're going in to have a coffee."

Gracie added, pointedly to Lucy, "We'll be going in half an hour or so, otherwise your parents will wonder where you are."

When they'd gone, Lucy looked at me.

"Did you fuck her? Debbie I mean, you were gone a long time."

I looked back, guiltily, "No, but we did get close, so what went on here, I sensed a bit of an atmosphere?"

Lucy giggled, "Well, Graham was getting very 'touchy-feely' with me, and Gracie finally stepped in to save me."

"How do you mean?" I was intrigued.

"She started to blatently flirt with him, and got right up close to him. We all saw him go quiet, and me and Anne realised she had grabbed him under the water. Anyway, she must have been doing something pretty good, because he started to have a coughing fit, and it was clear that she had made him cum!"

"Oh my god, and I missed it!"

"It was so funny, you came back just after it had happened." She paused, "Anyway I've got to go soon, are you going to join me!"

Lucy's expression changed, and her mischievous smile reappeared. In a moment she had removed her bikini top and bottom, and placed them in a soggy pile on the side of the hot tub. She raised herself up just enough to let me see her bare breasts.

"You are too much," I smiled, as I quickly undressed, and climbed into the water.

"Like I said, we've only got half an hour," and instantly Lucy was up close and personal.

I felt her hand grab my cock under the water, and it didn't take long to make me hard, the episode with Debbie had made me very horny, and Lucy's naked body was the icing on the cake.

The timer on the bubbles ran out, and the hot tub became calm, as Lucy raised herself onto my cock, facing me, with her legs kneeling on either side.

"What about a condom?" I said in a panic, "For goodness sake stop, wait."

As if realising the reality, she stopped, and muttered, "Oh god, shit."

Quickly I reassured her, "Hang on, I've got one in my wallet."

I reached over to grab my trousers, knowing that I'd made sure I had one with me, when I'd found out that Lucy was going to be there.

Fumbling, I managed to tear open the sachet, and put the condom on, the mood sadly interrupted by this neccessity.

It didn't matter to Lucy. "Come here, I want you," she said, and plainly she was impatient, as she mounted me again.

"Oh fuck," I murmured as I remembered the sensation of her tight pussy from before. But this time there was no dramatic movement, no excited wriggling of her hips, just a gentle movement of her, pressing down and up, and the rhythmic lapping of the water against the edge of the tub.

Our sighs were the only other sound in the night air, just two bodies moving inexorably towards a common pleasure.

As we kissed, we moaned, Lucy's breasts rubbing against my chest until with a long, mutual groan we both started to cum.

"Oh Billy, you feel so good inside me, I don't want to go back to France, I hope I can stay, I want you."

The silence was broken.

"C'mon you two, oooops, sorry," Gracie came out onto the patio, and immediately went back indoors when she saw Lucy astride me.

Shouting from inside she just said, "Two minutes!"

She came outside two minutes later with a towel, and handed it to Lucy.

"Thank god you were careful," she added wryly, as she bent to pick up the discarded condom wrapper from the ground.

I watched Lucy's naked body exit the tub, and Gracie gave me one of her looks as she waited for Lucy to get dressed.

Anne appeared by her side, when Lucy returned, and from the tub I said 'goodbye' as they left via the side gate.

Anne handed me a towel and I stood up, forgetting that my cock still had the condom on. Seeing it hanging, full of semen between my legs, Anne turned away, "Oh my god, please! "

Realising, I covered myself with the towel, and turned my back while I slipped the condom off.

"Anne, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"That's ok, it's ok, I've seen worse, and thank god you used something!"

Embarrassed, I excused myself and went to the bathroom, picking up my clothes as I went. Anne followed me and I heard her shout from outside the door, "You might as well stay the night if you want to, there's a spare room, and I guess your mum won't be too bothered? Anyway, do you want a coffee while you're deciding?"

I was pretty tired, and I thought about going home, but I said 'yes' to the offer of coffee, and when I got back into the kitchen, fully dressed, I could see Anne just pouring coffee into the mugs.

"I'm knackered," I said.

"I'm not surprised after fucking Debbie, and Lucy."

Anne gave a wry smile.

"I didn't fuck Debbie, I promise, it got close, but I didn't," I protested.

"Ok, I believe you, thousands wouldn't, but Graham got the embarrassment he deserved.

"Yes, I heard, Lucy told me, Gracie got him!"

"Yes, it was so funny to see him squirm, anyway are you stopping over?"

Anne had a look of tired expectancy, "You can have the spare room...or you can share with me."

I looked at her, "That would be nice."

She went on, "I'm shattered, I'm not wanting anything more than just a cuddle, I'll see you upstairs."

I finished my coffee, went to the bathroom, and undressed.

Anne's bedroom was in semi darkness, and she was on her side with her back to me, as I got into bed. I could feel the heat from her as I edged closer, but then I realised that she was fast asleep.

The events of the evening washed over me, and within minutes I, too, was asleep.

It must have been a 'ping' on Anne's phone that stirred me. The room was still dark, and Anne was still next to me. I studied the contour of her neck, down her spine, and then onto her rounded buttocks.

I lay on my side and edged closer, until I was pressed completely against her. She didn't wake, or so I thought, and we were both in the classic 'spoons' position.

I gently placed my arm over the inward curve of her waist, and around her so that I could cup her breast. She moved, and now I knew that she was actually awake.

She adjusted her body so that I was able to slide my other arm under her, to cup her other breast, and gently I began playing with her nipples.

A quiet moan showed her pleasure, and she could now feel my cock hardening against her ass.

I ran my hand down over the soft folds of flesh on her tummy, and as I got closer to her pussy she slightly raised her leg to allow me to explore. I could feel the soft, downy hair unshaved for a few days, and my middle finger slipped between her very juicy pussy lips.

My cock was pressed stiffly between her buttocks, and as my fingers probed Anne's pussy, she lifted her leg up, and by moving myself in the bed I was able to position my cock between her pussy lips.

She moaned softly as I slid right inside her. My clit massage continued, as she lowered her leg, squeezing me inside her. I didn't move, I just stroked up and down, and round and round.

We were both quite motionless apart from the movement of my hand between her thighs. However, her gentle sighing, her soft moaning was quickening, and eventually there was the sound of her saying, "Yes...yes..." very quietly she continued, whispering very softly, "yes...yes...," and the 'yes' became a, "go on...yes...go on...don't stop...yes...that's it...keep doing that..." until, at last, there was the quietest of groans, and a hint of her body almost shivering, and then relaxing with one final sigh.

A minute passed with me still inside her, and nothing was being said.

When she did move, it was to move so that my cock slid out, and she turned over to face me. Gently we kissed, at first on the lips, and then she began kissing my neck.

That kiss travelled, first to my chest, then to each nipple, where she sucked, she licked, and nibbled with her teeth.

I heard myself moan out loud, and didn't want it to stop, but she was shifting her body lower in the bed and when her mouth closed over the head of my cock I moaned even louder.

She held her head there, totally still, just holding the end of my cock in the warm, wet, confines of her mouth.

Gradually her tongue began circling, and there was almost an inperceptible sucking. I was in heaven.

When her head began to push down, my cock was feeling itself at the back of her mouth. Up and down, slowly, sucking gently, licking the shaft. There was no way I could last.

When my cock erupted, I heard a muffled sound of satisfaction from Anne. She struggled to swallow the spunk as it spurted, and spurted again. My groans went on and on until it subsided, with Anne gently licking the residue from my shrinking cock.

Pulling herself up the bed beside me she whispered, "That's the way to start the day."

Her kiss tasted of me, my semen and her own sweet breath.

We lay side by side, and we drifted back to sleep, but were awoken by the dawn chorus.

I wondered if I would be questioned by mum about where I'd been all night. Anne clung to me and asked me to stay a bit longer, and we kissed for a while, just enjoying the intimacy. Needless to say, my cock became unruly, and it wasn't long before it stiffened.

She wanted to feel me inside her again, and once more she mounted me, her pussy swallowing me into its wetness. Her ample breasts swung above me, and she pressed them towards me, wanting her nipples played with. I pinched them, then sucked them in turn, making Anne groan with pleasure.

With a surge of energy we both began to rock the bed, I was trying to meet each downward thrust with an equal resistance upwards of my hips.

Anne came first, her pussy exuding extra juices, and her hands gripping my shoulders, while she seemed to growl through gritted teeth.

It only took Anne's pussy to pulsate a few times to bring me off. I emptied myself inside her, and she joyously murmured, "Yes," as she received my spunk.

Eventually I had to return home, and I was placing some bread in the toaster, as mum came downstairs and entered the kitchen.

"I suppose you slept with Mrs Lansdowne last night?"

Mum's voice sounded stern, and the fact that she used the formal 'Mrs Lansdowne' meant she wasn't best pleased.

"I suppose you slept with Mr and Mrs Higgins last night?" I hit back provocatively, with that riposte.

Mum was taken off guard.

She blushed slightly, and then her expression changed.

"Look Billy, I think we need to talk, sit down will you."

I abandoned my toast, and sat on a kitchen stool.

"You're a man now, and I think we need to be adult." Mum looked serious. "It's not been easy on my own, since dad left, and it's only since we moved up here that I've felt free."

She looked at me wanting a sign.

I just said, "Yes, I know mum."

"Well, I won't say I've not been shocked, but Hanne told me everything last night."

It was my turn to feel my face flush. I looked away, not wanting to engage.

"She told me about you and her, and Becky, and now last night you've slept with Anne Lansdowne. But as I said, you're a man now, I can't criticise because I've suddenly done new things as well."

I couldn't speak.

"Anyway, I'm letting you know that I won't lecture you, and I won't hide anything from you...but for god's sake be careful!"

I looked up, awkward, embarrassed, but relieved, "Thank you mum."
...

'Your mum knows about us. Just to warn you.'

The text confirmed to me the fact that mum had been told how I'd been involved with Hanne and Andy Higgins, our next door neighbours, and also Becky and Ray, who were their friends.

Mum had gone home with Hanne and Andy Higgins after the party at Anne Lansdowne's. I knew that she had taken part in some 'swinging' with them, but she hadn't known that I'd fucked both Hanne Higgins, and her friend Becky.

I hadn't picked up the text until after my chat with mum, so I replied, 'All is good, we discussed everything, it's all out in the open.'

The openness with mum was about to lead to many more adventures.

Sunday was a lazy one for me, but it brought bad news, I had a text from Lucy telling me that she'd had further arguments with her parents, and they had decided that she was to return to France immediately, for another four weeks. At that point she would come home and restart her studies at a college of further education.

There was at least, only one month before we could meet again.

Later on Mum went next door and had a lunchtime drink with Hanne and Andy, and I just hung around, not even bothered to do any gaming on my console. She returned and got on with some work that she had to complete, but she casually mentioned that she was going to be out the next Saturday evening as she was going to a 'club' with the Higgins'.

I naturally asked which club, and she told me that she thought it was called 'The Sunset.' As anyone would do, I looked online, and its website was very clear that it was an 'adult' club, aka, a 'swingers' club!

Now this was a massive advance in mum's 'rehab.' I smiled to myself as I thought about it in those terms. I'd never really known how adventurous she'd been before she had met my dad, and now that she had exorcised his memory, I was intrigued to see how far she would go.

Parents, especially mums, don't really discuss their sex lives with teen age sons! Already she had been involved in a foursome with the Higgins' and Becky and Ray, so would she go further?

Whether she realised that I had 'sussed' what sort of club it was, I didn't know at that point, but the real surprise came on Monday when I saw Hanne and Becky at the gym.

Having coffee after our respective workouts, Becky said, "Do you want to come to a club on Saturday evening with Ray and I?"

Immediately I looked at Hanne, knowing that there was some conspiracy here.

She smiled, "I thought that now you and your mum were being completely open with each other, we might break down a few barriers. Me and Andy are taking her to the club, and maybe you could go with Becky and Ray, completely separately, but finding out a bit about our lifestyle."

I must have looked a bit perplexed.

"No pressure, if you don't want to, then say no. I'll tell your mum about the idea, if she says no then so be it, but we thought it might open your eyes a bit."

With a young man's bravado I said, "I'm up for that, I bet she'll want to remain separate from me though, but in any case I expect she will only watch."

Becky added, "The club is huge, it's on three floors, so you probably won't see her, and on a Saturday it's really busy, the one good thing is that they limit the number of single guys, you'll be signed in as our guest."

I came away from the gym with some measure of excitement. Not because of mum, but because I'd never been to that sort of club before. I went straight home, and studied the website in more detail.

I fully expected mum to put a spanner in the works, I doubted that she'd accept us both being there at the same time.

What a surprise when she got home that evening, and agreed to the whole thing, just adding, "Well we're only going to see what goes on!"

The week passed slowly, and apart from gardening at Gracie's mum's house, nothing much happened, even Gracie failed to appear, and I had to resort to teenage repetitive action!

On the Saturday morning I began to think that mum was having second thoughts.

"You will be careful tonight Billy? I'd prefer it if we kept pretty separate from one another."

"Look mum, like you said, you're only going to be nosey, to see how it works, Hanne and Andy will look after you, stay with them."

Mum left in a taxi at about 8pm, with Hanne and Andy, I followed about 8.30pm, when Becky and Ray arrived to collect me in their taxi.

There was an air of tension, and nervous excitement as we drove, and Becky was being flirty, which made me wonder how 'active' she would be that evening.

When we arrived I was signed in, and I was asked for age ID, indeed I was definitely the youngest guy there, and many heads turned as I accompanied Becky and Ray to one of the bars.

Ray nodded to one or two couples as we found a seat on a leather sofa. My eyes were opening wide as I took in the scene, There was a vast array of folk, all ages, and dressed in a variety of ways. Most of the women were very scantilly dressed, in quite revealing dresses, and I was quickly aware of a couple of older women trying to make eye contact with me.

It wasn't long before one couple, probably in their thirties, came over to talk to us.

"Hi Ray, hi Becky, who's this young man, and where have you been hiding him?" It was the woman who spoke.

"Hello Zoe, this is Billy, Hanne's next door neighbour, it's his first visit."

Zoe leaned over, to kiss me on the cheek, allowing me a view of her breasts as they almost fell out of her dress.

"We've just seen Hanne and Andy upstairs, with another friend."

"Yes that's Billy's mum, she's here, but keeping away from him, she's here for the first time too."

"Are you here for the 'Dark Knights' room? I really fancy trying it." Zoe asked.

Becky smiled, "I tried it a few months ago, it's very exciting, Ray wants me to have another go, but I'm not sure, or brave enough again."

This conversation intrigued me, whatever was the 'Dark Knights' room?

Zoe saw my puzzled expression.

"Billy, you should try it!" She went on to explain. "You go in as a couple, but first you get a wrist band each, and some ear pods from the bar, you have to be naked of course!"

It intrigued me even more!

She giggled, "Anyway the wrist bands have a luminous number on, so for example the number six is on both the man and woman's. Then you go into the 'Dark Knights' room, it's pitch black so you can only see the numbers on people's wrists."

"The men have blue numbers, and the women have red. The ear pods have music playing so that you're deprived of sight and sound, the only thing you have is touch!"

"Every ten minutes or so, there's a prompt, advising you to change partners. You just take pot luck with whoever's in there. You stop for as long as you can last!" Then she whispered aside, smirking at her partner, "which isn't long for some people."

"Fancy it? Becky nudged me with that miscievous look."

"Go on Billy, I dare you," said Ray, "Take Becky in."

I was just sitting there, a little bemused, but greatly tempted.

Becky saw my weakness, "Come on, you can come out whenever you want to."

I nodded, still unsure, but Becky and Zoe, both let out 'whoops' of joy.

Zoe's partner, who was called Kev, joined in, "Do you want to have a go with them?"

Zoe smiled, "As long as I know Becky and Billy's number!"

Ray watched us as we all went to the bar to sign up, When we'd all booked our place I went with Kev to the locker room to get undressed. We got our towels, wrapped them around our waists, and waited for Becky and Zoe to appear.

Becky and I were number three, while Kev and Zoe were number eight. We got to the 'Dark Knights' door, and put on our wrist bands, followed by putting in our ear pods and adjusting them. Immediately the music blocked out any exterior noise. We hung our towels on the hooks, and holding Becky's hand, we all stepped nervously through the door.

Inside was a small dark cubicle with another door into the main room.

It was difficult to see anything at first apart from a green exit sign on the wall with an arrow pointing downwards. Still holding Becky's hand we moved tentatively forward, holding out our hands in front of us, until I felt the padded wall, and gradually my eyes saw the dim glow of coloured numbers on wrist bands spread around the room.

Becky let go of my hand, and I saw her red number three, seemingly 'pair up' with a blue number nine, and then disappear.

In my ear pods the music was overlaid by a voice saying, "It's ten minutes since we changed, it's suggested you move on."

A hand grabbed my arm, a red number four, and there was the feeling of soft breasts, against my arm, which then moved round to press up against my chest. Lips were suddenly kissing me, arms were around my neck, and then I was being pulled to the floor.

A mouth closed over my cock, and naturally in response it stiffened. The female body was in a hurry to mount me, and only then was I gaining the impression that this was a younger girl. Her slim hips rapidly found a rhythm, and her pussy pounded against me. I felt her cum, although I was still a long way off myself, my mind was still trying to come to terms with the odd situation.

"It's ten minutes since we changed, lt's suggested you move on." The voice in the ear pods seemed robotic.

The woman slid off me, and even before I could stand, another woman, a red number two on her wrist, pushed me down, her mouth starting to suck me, but this time the weight of her, indicated a very large woman, and in seconds she was straddling my face.

The musky smell of her pussy, her juices smearing my cheeks, demanded that I eat it. My cock was being devoured, and I was finding it hard to breathe with her body and large thighs engulfing me.

I found her clit, and sucked it hard, rubbing my tongue across it. She was taking my cock deeper, but I was determined to make her cum. Sucking harder, licking faster, her pussy began flooding my mouth. It was so strange that there were no sounds, just music.

The reminder on my ear pods prompted yet another move.

This time I managed to get to my feet, and taking two steps in the dark, I bumped into number seven. The soft flesh of her hips, the plump breasts, and the delicate fingers tracing their way down to my erection, indicated firstly a more mature woman, and secondly a definite knowledge of a man's body.

Pressing me down to my knees, she turned and knelt in front of me, offering her ass to me. My cock slipped inside her, and as I started to fuck her deeply, I could feel her buttocks pressing back each time I thrusted.

We fucked for the whole ten minutes before the prompt came. I was on the brink of cumming when we parted, and she just moved away.

The music was now annoying me, but when a hand grabbed me, and I saw a red number three, I knew it was Becky, and I knew I wanted to cum. Becky knew it was me too, as she mounted me, her pussy seemed incredibly wet, and I realised that there was someone else's semen dribbling from her pussy. How many of the men in that room had cum inside her?

I was beyond caring, because I was about to cum too. I'd barely been inside her for a minute before I started to spurt. It was a long, dramatic orgasm, pouring out inside her. When I'd finished she took my hand and we found the exit.

Outside, we blinked, it took a couple of minutes to adjust, and then, wrapped in our towels, we returned the wrist bands and ear pods, and went to shower.

Back in the bar I found Ray, beaming all over his face, "Enjoy it? you look knackered."

As he laughed out loud, Becky returned, and gave Ray a kiss, "Thank you so much darling, that was fun, you're so kind allowing me to do that."

"As long as you're happy, I think Billy has enjoyed his initiation."

Ray went to the bar to get more drinks, and Becky whispered to me jokingly, "You didn't last long, you lightweight."

"Fuck," I replied, "your pussy must have milked three or four other blokes."

With a giggle, we shut up as Ray returned with the drinks. Zoe and Kev joined us, after their shower, and Zoe looked bright eyed and buzzing.

The evening was drawing to an end, but it was over an hour before we saw any sign of Hanne, Andy, and mum. They appeared together, and came and joined us. Hanne and Andy obviously knew Zoe and Kev, and everyone was soon laughing and joking.

Mum seemed to fit in well, although she sat away from me, and kept any conversation with me to a minimum.

"Bet you three have been upstairs in the private rooms?" Ray enquired of Andy.

It was explained to me about upstairs. Apparently there were several private rooms where small groups of people, or couples could go without others seeing. There was also a communal room where people could watch others having sex through a glass screen.

"We had some time drinking and watching others, yes," Andy said, "Then we went into the Dark Knights' room for a while."

I looked up instantly, to see Andy obviously referring to himself and mum.

Hanne laughed and in a surprised voice said, "Yes, I was left on my own, fending off men, while these two enjoyed themselves, so much for coming along just to see what goes on!"

She looked pointedly at mum.

The blood had drained from my face, as I realised the implication of the conversation that was taking place.

"Yes, well I got my lucky number seven wrist band. I can tell you, I wasn't expecting an evening like this."

Becky looked directly at me, thinking what I was thinking, and processing the ramifications of this.

"Have you just come out from there?" she asked mum.

"No, we were in there an hour ago, its taken me some time to get over it!"

Mum was laughing, Becky was looking slightly aghast, but trying desperately to maintain some sort of normal expression.

I got up quickly, and excused myself to go to the loo, I had to get out of there to gather my thoughts. By the time I returned, the topic of conversation had moved on, and everyone was ready to leave. Ray had phoned for a taxi, and Becky, myself, and Ray said our 'goodbyes' and made our way outside.

Just as the taxi pulled up Becky took me to one side, "For god's sake don't tell anyone about this. It's only me and you who know about this, keep it that way, we'll talk about it later when Ray's not here."

The taxi ride home was a quiet one, I hardly spoke, and Ray asked if I was ok?

I told him I was tired, and he made some joke about not being surprised.

I was stopping at Becky and Ray's in the downstairs bedroom that I'd recently decorated. I heard them upstairs, and Ray was obviously quite horny as he'd not taken any active part that evening.

I couldn't sleep, but as I was finally dropping off, I heard someone in the kitchen next door, pouring themselves a drink, it was Becky.

She came in and sat on the bed.

"Billy, I'm not going to say anything apart from the fact that this must stay just between us, it's something you must take to your grave, if your mum gets any hint of it, it will destroy her."

All I did was grunt in agreement, the night had brought home to me that my carefree attitude might have consequences. As Becky went back upstairs, I wondered if I would really change.

Eventually I slept, and when I awoke and went into the kitchen to get a drink of water, I heard Becky upstairs, having one of her loud orgasms, closely followed by the grunt of Ray as he came too.

My mind was completely mashed, I was in a total state of confusion, so when Becky came downstairs she had to reiterate the solemn promise of the night before.

Of course, logically, I knew mum had no idea, and it was this rationalisation that eventually settled my mind.

Like so many 'worries' they always seemed worse in the dark of night, in your bed, and I was glad that daylight had come.

When I returned home that Sunday morning, mum was in the shower, having just got back from Hanne and Andy's next door. I was making toast when she came downstairs.

"It was a good night wasn't it? I went to the club thinking I'd just have a look to see what it was all about, and then, surprisingly, I ended up.......well enjoying myself!"

"Mum, do you think we should be discussing this? I know we said that we would be open, but......"

I could feel my heart beating faster.

"Ok, but I want you to know that you should be free to talk about stuff. So did you 'do anything' last night, or shouldn't I ask?"

"Oh god," I thought to myself, if only she knew.

"No, I just took it all in, I think that Ray and Becky's friend Zoe might have fancied me, and there were a couple of older women who chatted me up."

"Oooooh you should have taken up one of the offers, I know the more mature ladies have fancied you, I've seen my friends looking at you on occasions."

She laughed, unaware of the irony.

I needed a distraction, and strangely it came just after lunchtime.

I was out in the garden just getting some fresh air, when I heard someone crying from Anne's house next door. She had the bifold doors open, and there was definitely sobbing coming from indoors.

I thought it was Anne, but as I looked over the top of the fence, I saw her, just inside, with someone else.

Anne saw me looking over, and came outside.

"Billy, it's Debbie, Graham has been awful....."

I interrupted, it was awkward talking over the fence, and so I said, "I'll come round, hang on."

Wondering what an earth had happened, I told mum briefly, and left in a hurry.

Going in through the side gate, I saw Debbie, head in hands, sitting at the table in the lounge. When I entered, she lifted up her head, revealing a black eye, and tears running down her face.

I knew that she was one of Anne's oldest friends, and it was obvious that she had been hit, or punched, presumably by the obnoxious Graham.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she sobbed, "he came home drunk last night, and when I didn't get his breakfast this morning......he just lost it, and started hitting me."

Just then her phone rang. She saw that it was Graham, and straight away dissolved in more tears. She didn't answer, and looking at the phone there had been many missed calls.

"He'll come here, I know he will."

Just then mum joined us, she'd had experience of domestic v******e in her work, and she tried to get Debbie to open up.

I left her to it, and returned home. I wouldn't have been any help at all.

Two hours later mum returned, accompanied by Debbie.

"Debbie's going to be staying with us tonight. She's worried that Graham will assume she's at Anne's, because they're old friends, so I've offered to let her stay with us, until we can sort out some sort of refuge, or some mediation tomomorrow."

I smiled across at Debbie, and asked if I could make her a coffee or tea. Mum couldn't have known about my liaison with Debbie at Anne's party.

She came out into the kitchen with me, to fill me in on what she was intending to do. She was going to make a few phone calls, and prepare the ground for Monday.

After Debbie had drunk some coffee mum took her upstairs and asked her if she wanted a shower, and offered her a change of clothes.

I left them to it, and went back round to Anne's to find out the back story. It became obvious from her, that Graham was a nasty, controlling guy.

Apparently Anne had gone out for a couple of dates with him, before he started going out with Debbie. Reading between the lines he had not been a very nice character then. She didn't go into details, but I guessed the rest.

"Just look after her tonight Billy, treat her gently, I know she likes you, even only after meeting you that one evening at my party."

I must have looked a bit guilty because Anne continued, "She told me what happened, and you must have lit some sort of fire, because she has asked after you a couple of times since then."

I filled her in how it had happened. "We were trying to wind Graham up when he was flirting and mauling Lucy in the hot tub. We got a bit carried away down at the bottom of the garden. I'll be careful."

When I got back home Debbie looked totally refreshed. She was wearing one of mum's dresses, and mum had worked miracles with some make up on Debbie's eye.

We had a salad for our evening meal, and mum spent some time reassuring Debbie about the next day, and making sure she felt safe about Graham. She assured her that she would phone her mid morning once she'd confirmed some appointments.

After showing her the spare bedroom, mum went to bed, saying that she was tired. I'd almost forgotten about Saturday evening, but the memory haunted me once again.

I think we both felt slightly awkward when we were left alone. I broke the ice by asking if she would like a nightcap.

"I'd love a brandy, if you have any, it might buck me up!"

"Sure, Debbie, I'm really sorry about what's happened, I could tell at Anne's party that you weren't happy with Graham, and he sounded a bit of a bully then."

I wasn't sure if I'd said the right thing, or if I'd put my foot in it, but Debbie smiled, "Yes, he was a shit that evening, I guess that's why I went too far with you."

As I handed her the glass, I just said, "Err......well......yes.....maybe."

"Maybe what?.....too far.....or too little?" Debbie surprised me.

"I'd better not say, it was just a memorable evening." I replied.

"Come and sit down here Billy, I just need a hug."

I went and sat down, right up close, and Debbie took my hand and squeezed it. Looking closely at me she said, "You don't know how good it feels to hold a proper conversation with a man that doesn't contradict everything I say."

I chuckled, and said that I took it as a compliment to be called a man!

"That night......"

We both knew what she was referring to, and I wondered what was coming next.

"That night......I know I objected, and probably we should have stopped, but do you know that was the first time for years and years that a man had made me cum?"

I looked at Debbie in surprise, and she saw my astonishment.

"Graham always took what he wanted from me," she continued, "there was never any lead up, or foreplay, and to be honest he was pretty useless anyway, despite his bravado towards women. When you made me cum it was a huge surprise."

I was at a loss, what to say, but I just said, "You are a lovely sexy lady, Debbie, and you deserve better."

She half turned, and snuggled closer. There was a moment with both of us not being sure, but the look between us, the chemistry, a kiss became inevitable. When it came it was tender, it was gentle, it was loving.

"Oh Billy, that was lovely, it feels so good to be safe."

I kissed her again, and wondered if I dare touch her, not intimately, but just a caress, or some sign of reassurance.

Instead, it came from her. She put her hand to my face, stroking my cheek, putting her fingers under my chin, and kissing me again.

This time her tongue found its way between my lips, it flickered against mine, and I felt my cock stirring. This wasn't the moment for any sexual playing, I just enjoyed the sensation of this mature woman exploring her own feelings of tenderness.

"Billy, when your mum's left for work in the morning, can I come into your bed? Will you make love to me?"

It was a request that took me completely by surprise, it was said with such a feeling of quiet reflection, and a request that felt like a very special moment for her.

"Debbie, are you sure, you've had a hell of a day, just think about that, tomorrow there'll be some big decisions to make, you don't want me getting in the way of logical thinking?"

Debbie reflected for a moment, "I'm going to bed now Billy, in the morning that decision will be made, but it will be made after much thought, and with huge anticipation, you're a sweetie, and a very kind man."

And she left to go upstairs. I was rather stunned, in the morning I was going to make love to a woman who was only used to being abused in bed. It seemed exciting, but a bit of a responsibility.

Mum came into my room early, and although I was only half asleep, I was already thinking about Debbie.

"Just let Debbie sleep," mum said, "I've got various appointments to make for her, I'll be coming back at lunchtime to fetch her. Don't answer the door or the landline to anyone for the time being, just in case."

I wasn't sure what "just in case" meant, but I was happy to go along with it.

"See you later, and tell Anne, if you see her, that I'm sorting everything out, and I'll speak to her this afternoon, or this evening."

And with that she was gone. I heard her car pull away, and lay there for a moment listening through the silence for any movement from Debbie's room.

It came five minutes later, I heard Debbie go to the bathroom, and then return to her room. Nothing happened for a few minutes, and I was just thinking that she'd had a change of mind when I heard her feet approaching along the landing corridor.

Debbie knocked on the door, "Are you there Billy?"

"Come in Debbie." I said nervously.

Debbie had one of my mum's bathrobes on, she had actually put on a dab of make up, and I wasn't sure if that was for me, or to mask the injured eye.

She sat on the side of the bed, and started by saying, "I know what I said last night Billy, and I wasn't sure if we had both got carried away again."

I was certain that this was the precursor to her changing her mind.

"It was so nice to enjoy that conversation, that consideration, you were so kind."

Debbie's description of 'kindness,' 'consideration,' didn't sound like the sort of lead up to anything sexual, but Debbie was an extraordinary woman. Untying the bathrobe, she pulled it off her shoulders, and let it drop to her waist, her breasts were exposed, breasts that any fifty odd year old woman would have been proud of.

"Can I come to bed with you?"

I pulled back the duvet inviting her inside. She could see me naked now, and as she stood up the bathrobe dropped to the floor and I could see just a soft covering of down between her legs and the delicate curve of her thighs, as she slipped in beside me.

I pulled the duvet back over both of us, and it seemed like we were cacooned together in the warmth of the bed, and with just the heat of our bodies.

"This seems so strange Billy, it's probably wrong, but I just need something nice to happen, hold me will you."

We wrapped our arms around each other, the skin on skin sensation building an understanding of the pleasure to come.

Naturally we kissed, and the reminder of the kisses the evening before made us want more. Our tongues combined to tease and play, our lips were delicate with each other, and the soft murmurs under the duvet made it seem that we were in a world of our own.

Laying side by side, my fingers stroked the skin on her back, marvelling at its smoothness and clarity. I carefully explored the curve of her waist, conscious of not wanting to go too fast, too soon, but as I smoothed my fingers over her breast I felt her nipple harden, and heard the quietest of murmurs from her mouth.

Debbie's body was made for making love. Her years of being with Graham had largely been sacrificed at the behest of his selfish lust.

My fingers played with her nipples for several minutes before they traced the curve of her hips down the outside of her thighs. We were kissing, and Debbie's breasts were ever present against my chest. This whole stimulation was causing my cock to stiffen, and although it must have been evident to her, she kept her hands over my shoulders and just allowed me to explore her completely.

As my hand continued to stroke the skin of her thighs, and as I kissed her neck, I felt her thighs part slightly.

I gently pressed her onto her back, and my fingers began to stroke the inside of her thigh, which prompted her to open her legs further, inviting me to move higher.

"Touch me Billy, like you did before," she whispered, as I kissed her shoulders.

Slowly I stroked upwards, and heard her gasp as my fingers slid over her wet pussy lips.

"Oh god Billy, oh yes," was all she said, as I slipped my fingers back and forth.

The moment I touched her clit her body shook briefly, before she seemed to raise her hips, trying to rub herself against my fingers.

"Billy, oh Billy, I want you inside me......please......do it please."

I gently put my hand below the knee closest to me, and lifted it up until I could adjust my body, and let her leg latch over my hips. My cock was just a fraction from her pussy.

"Go on, yes, please now."

My cock slid inside her, deeper, and deeper, until we both were totally as one.

"Billy, Billy, oh yes....oh yes."

I was on my side, and totally relaxed, my lips were teasing her neck, her ears, occasionally kissing her lips.

Debbie was laying on her back, her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips as she enjoyed my cock.

I was able to start to move slowly inside her, but at the same time I massaged her clit with my fingers. The build up was slow, but I was taking my time. Debbie's body was beginning to react, I felt her impatience, and her gasps and little groans were becoming more frequent and louder.

"Billy, I'm going to cum.......Billy ......oh god.......don't stop."

Slowly my cock thrust in and out, and Debbie's body began to shake.

"Yes......YES.......YES.......OH YES!" she cried out breathlessly, her pussy convulsed, and finally she gasped, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

Her body relaxed back into the bed, her pussy dribbling juices around my cock.

"Oh Billy, please cum inside me, I want you to cum....please."

I'd been careful to hold back, I'd wanted Debbie to be pleasured, but I was ready now, the feeling of knowing I had satisfied her added to my

readiness.

With a long sigh my cock erupted, and my spunk kept pumping into her.

"Oh wow.....oh wow," she was smiling as she watched my eyes close in pleasure.

Slowly we separated, and Debbie lay by my side just grinning.

"You made me cum, you made me cum......oh my god....it felt so good."

And then her expression changed, she appeared sad, frightened, when she realised that she had to face the day, and the harsh reality of Graham, and what was going to happen.

Debbie went to the bathroom, and I used mum's ensuite, and by the time we were both dressed and downstairs in the kitchen, we realised that we were just in time, as Anne was tapping on the kitchen door.

"Hiya you two," she came inside, and I offered her coffee.

She looked at Debbie, just to check her eye, but she must have recognised the glow!

"Jesus, have you two just fucked?"

Her heightened perception was remarkable. She knew straight away from both our guilty looks that she was correct.

"For fucks sake Billy, why don't you keep it in your pants."

"Please don't blame him," Debbie interrupted, "it was all my fault, Anne, it wasn't him."

"Hmmmmmmmmm, ok, but I know him!"

Debbie's phone rang, and it was mum, she'd arranged meetings with the police, a refuge, and got some advice from a colleague, and she would come home at lunchtime to collect her.

I retreated and left Anne and Debbie to talk, but I knew I was in for a lecture from Anne at some point.

The day then took an odd turn. I took no part in the things that mum had arranged for Debbie. They disappeared at lunchtime, and I spent the afternoon wondering if I was a nice person. The weekend at the club, and the morning with Debbie made me wonder about myself, and where I was going.

When mum came back that evening, nothing seemed to make sense. She had spent the whole day trying to get a resolution to Debbie and her 'domestic v******e' situation. And after all that time and effort Debbie had returned to Graham!

Mum tried to explain to me that so many wives and partners return to abusive husbands and partners even after traumatic experience after traumatic experience. And that seemed to be the case with Debbie and Graham. Anne couldn't believe it, and she couldn't thank mum enough for all her efforts which had come to nought.

Later that evening when mum had had a stiff drink to forget all about her wasted day, she went up to bed to have an early night.

"Billy........BILLY!.......get up here!" I knew, very definitely the shit had hit the fan!

As I climbed the stairs I suddenly guessed what had happened.

"I can't believe it, are you becoming just like your dad? Have you been fucking Debbie? look at these sheets.....don't deny it.....well you can damn well wash them yourself!"

Mum was apoplectic, I couldn't deny a thing.

I wasn't sure if she was angry because I'd fucked Debbie, or whether it was because she had wasted a whole day while the woman was fucking her son. Either way I had some bridges to mend!


I'd got to Gracie's mum's house on Tuesday morning for my regular session of gardening to be met by a concerned Gracie, who had been called earlier because her mum was unwell.

I asked if there was anything I could do, but Gracie had phoned the doctor, and she was going to take her for an appointment later that morning. Gracie agreed with me that it was probably best that I left the gardening for that week.

It was nine o'clock by the time I'd walked home, and as I approached the house I thought it odd that mum's car was outside. She'd left for work shortly before me, earlier that morning, and I wondered if she had popped home because she'd forgotten something.

I walked in through the side gate, assuming that she might be in the kitchen, and as well as that, I would've been in trouble with my working boots on.

The door was unlocked, mum wasn't in the kitchen, and I could see that she wasn't in the lounge either. I was just about to shout upstairs, when I heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of a bed, rhythmically creaking...someone was having sex on it!

I was slightly disbelieving at first, I'd frozen, and was trying to process the fact that mum was having sex on a Tuesday morning, when she should be at work, and who the devil was it with?

I crept quietly back into the kitchen, and stood leaning against the worktop, and listening.

The noise of the bed continued for some time, and I heard mum, making excited demands of whoever it was. She seemed to want him to fuck her "harder" and for several minutes the bed seemed to take quite a pounding!

Inevitably mum started to cum, and I heard her cry out for several seconds. Momentarily the bed creaking stopped, and there seemed to be some muffled conversation before the creaking began again. By now I was guiltily getting hard myself, and I really thought how was this? How could I be aroused by listening to my mum having sex?

My mum's second orgasm snapped me out of it, and when she cried out again, it was accompanied by grunting from the man, and muffled sounds from her.

The bed sound stopped, and there was the brief sound of conversation, before I heard movement, and the obvious sound of them getting up to get dressed.

I didn't want to be caught out, but I did want to know who the man was, so I slipped back out of the kitchen door, and hid behind the conifer at the edge of the patio.

I couldn't get a clear view of the path at the front of the house, but it didn't matter because he exited via the kitchen door, just feet away from where I was hiding. It was Andy Higgins!

I had to restrain myself from uttering an expletive. I knew mum fancied Andy, she'd always said so, but it was strange that even though she'd got the full permission of Hanne to have sex with him at the club, and at her parties, it was still necessary for them to have a secret assignation like today.

It also made me angry that mum had accused me of being 'sex mad' when she found out about Debbie, and now she was having some sort of affair with Hanne's husband.

I didn't let on that I was there, and I waited until mum had driven away back to work, before going back indoors.

When mum returned home that evening I kept quiet about what I'd seen and heard, deciding that unless we had a further 'bust up' over Debbie, I would keep my counsel.

What she did say was that she would be going with Andy and Hanne to the club again on the following Saturday. I told her that I certainly wouldn't be going, and it was probably best if we weren't there at the same time,because it tended to be slightly awkward. Awkward was definitely not the right word given what had happened at the previous visit!

As it turned out my weekend was about to unfold in an unexpected way.

I had to get a bank account sorted for going to uni, and looking online I'd decided which bank was giving the best offer, so I'd made an appointment for 12.15pm on the Wednesday at a branch in town.

The appointment was with a Ruth Jones, who turned out to be a very pleasant adviser in her forties, who took me into a glass fronted interview room, just off the main concourse. We spent quite some time chatting, then inputting details, before I came out just before 1pm.

"It's Billy isn't it?" A young woman suddenly appeared at my side as I came out of the interview room.

For a moment I didn't recognise her, then I did.

"It's Zoe isn't it? from Saturday night at the club?"

"Yessssss...shhhh!" she said laughing, are you here on business? "

"Just setting up a bank acount for uni, that's all."

"I'm just about to have my lunchbreak, do you want to get a coffee, it'd be nice to have a chat?"

I wasn't about to refuse a twenty something gorgeous woman offering to have coffee with me, so I said, "Yes, I'd love to Zoe, where?"

"There's a Starbucks a couple of doors down, c'mon."

Zoe took my arm, and the tap of her high heels beside me was music to my ears.

As soon as we'd got our coffees we found a corner seat and started chatting.

"Sorry I shhhsh'd you in the bank, no one knows about me and Kev going to that club." Zoe giggled in a mischievous way. She continued, It was your first time wasn't it, you looked really nervous going into the 'Dark Knights' room."

"Oh my god yes, the whole evening was an eye opener."

I was finding it really easy to talk to Zoe, possibly because she wasn't that much older than me, maybe ten years.

"Will you be going again?"

I pulled a face, "Funnily enough my mum is going again this week, so I definitely won't be going!"

Zoe laughed, "Look, why don't you come round to us, if you're not doing anything that is, do you have any girlfriends?"

"Not at the moment. We've only just moved up here a couple of months ago, so I'm still getting to know the place."

"Tell you what, come round tonight for a drink, Kev would love to see you, we can get to know each other, and I still have one or two single friends who I can line up. Not for tonight, but you never know in the future!"

I must have looked a bit dubious, so Zoe added, "Oh god I didn't mean to scare you, no pressure, just come for a drink."

"Ok, I'd love to, yes, where do you live?"

Zoe gave me the address, and we swapped mobile numbers, I told her I'd be round about 8pm.

The week was looking good!

That evening the conversation was lacking between myself and mum. I'd told her that I'd met Zoe at the bank, and she'd invited me to her's that evening.

Mum raised her eyebrows, and just said, "I think she wanted you on Saturday so be prepared tonight!"

Thinking exactly the same, I left for Zoe and Kev's by taxi, mum did pay for it so she wasn't totally unhappy with my visit. It did occur to me on the journey as to whether she had 'got together' with Kev in the 'Dark Knights' room last Saturday.

When I arrived Kev offered me a beer, and we sat in the lounge until Zoe came down. I asked how well they knew Becky and Ray, and he explained that he'd known Ray for many years. They had played together in the same Sunday football team before Ray had hung up his boots, and over the years they had built a friendship, until one drunken Saturday evening Ray and him had a threesome with Becky.

When Kev started going out with Zoe, eventually she was persuaded to 'swap' with Ray, and a whole new relationship developed.

When Zoe appeared, she looked delicious. Simply dressed in a tight top, with a mini skirt in tartan, and bare footed. Kev poured her a drink, and she sat beside me on the sofa.

I discovered that Kev was an electrician, self employed, and he was very busy with new builds at that time, he thought there might be the possibility of some 'casual' work on the site where he was working. He said he would have a word with the site manager, so that was great news.

Getting me a second beer he handed it to me saying, "I've got a load of accounts to catch up on, I'll leave you two to chat, I know Zoe's been looking forward to you coming over. Don't worry, I won't interrupt, we're quite open about these things."

'These things' could only mean one thing, and my cock twitched.

When Kev had departed, Zoe moved a bit closer to me, hitching her feet up under her, and we began to chat, and I tried to break the ice by asking about the club.

"Oh we've been going for about a year now, we're very 'picky,' but it was Becky and Ray who first introduced us. I remember my first time, so I know how you felt on Saturday."

"Well I've known Becky for a few weeks now, it's complicated because of my mum. She got friendly with Hanne and Andy next door, and they meet up together, and somehow, separately, I got involved with them, yes it's complicated!"

"Becky's such fun, did you know they used to do porn films?"

"She did tell me that they dabbled in them, not internet stuff, just privately."

"Yes, that's right, in fact they helped me and Kev out with a few personal fantasies."

Zoe hesitated slightly, "Hey! would you like to see?"

She saw me looking puzzled, and getting closer, she picked up her phone from the arm of the sofa.

"Promise you won't tell anyone, but look."

Zoe touched the screen a few times, turned it sideways, and handed it to me. The sound was low, but the image was Zoe and Kev having sex in what looked like Becky and Ray's lounge. Zoe was kneeling over the end of the sofa naked, and Kev was behind her fucking her 'doggystyle.' She was making encouraging sounds, and was being very enthusiastic!

Zoe saw me watching open mouthed, and leaned over to slide the video further on. The next clip was showing Kev on the floor of Becky's lounge, and Zoe riding him, I was staring at her breasts bouncing up and down.

I whispered, "Fuck me!"

Zoe giggled, "Really...would you like that?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean it quite like that, I was just surprised."

"Shall I surprise you even more?"

"What's coming now?" I chuckled.

She took the phone back, and was touching the screen again.

"Becky and Ray are into a bit of bdsm."

"I knew that, I've seen their playroom, when I was painting in their house."

"Ah so you'll recognise the bed in this clip," Zoe said.

She passed the phone to me once more.

It took me less than a few seconds to recognise the room, the bed. I watched Ray bring a naked, blindfolded Zoe to the bed, and lay her on her back. Then he attached her wrists, with leather straps to the bed head.

As he parted her legs I went, "Phew!" and Zoe giggled.

"You wait," she said excitedly, "I was helpless."

Ray strapped her ankles wide to the bottom corners of the bed.

"You look wonderful," was all I could say.

"Now watch."

Ray disappeared, then reappeared carrying a large wand-type vibrator.

Slowly he applied the head of the wand to her pussy, and Zoe's cries began to ring out.

Her body was trying to twist and turn, but her restraints held her tight. Ray kept the wand fully in contact with her clit.

Her screaming reached fever pitch as she came. She was shoutiing, "Oh god, oh god...I'm cumming...I'm cumming."

Beside me Zoe gripped my arm, "Exciting eh? Yes, but Ray didn't stop!"

And he didn't.

I watched breathlessly as he continued on, and Zoe kept cumming...another three times.

She was suddenly shouting, "Stop...stop...I can't take anymore."

But Ray made her cum once more.

The clip finished and I just said, "Incredible, you took it all, that's so horny."

"Judging by the look of your trousers the video seems definitely to have had an effect on you!"

I shifted awkwardly, but before I could think of a reply, Zoe placed her hand on my crotch, and gently squeezed.

My cock, which already was swelling, causing the mound in my trousers, was increasing in size even more.

"Let's see what this is all about."

I watched her unbuckle my belt, wrestle with the button, then slowly pull down the zip. She took the waistband of my boxers, and tugged it down just a couple of inches, and the head of my cock was poking out of the top.

"Mmmmm, interesting, just hitch up, pull your trousers down."

I lifted my bum up, and pulled my trousers and boxers down to my knees, and relaxed back down. Of course my cock sprang alive, and Zoe reacted,

"Jesus, that's big! What a lovely surprise."

Looking down, a small globule of precum was glistening on top. Zoe, with one finger, smeared it around the head, then looking into my eyes, erotically licked her finger, slowly closing her mouth over the top two knuckles.

"You know what I'm gonna do?"

I didn't need to answer, as she lowered her head, I felt the soft, warm moist feeling enclose the first few inches. She began to suck, lick, slide her mouth up and down. After about two minutes, she suddenly exclaimed, "This is fucking ridiculous, I need it inside me!"

Reaching under her skirt, she tugged off the thong she was wearing, and threw it over the back of the sofa. In one movement she lifted herself astride me, and guiding my cock with her hand, lowered herself down on it.

"Ohhhhhhh, fucking Jesus, oh my fucking god, that feels so good."

Adjusting her position, she pulled her top over her head, and unclasped her bra, both of them going rapidly behind the sofa.

I felt wonderful. A tight, wet pussy engulfing me, a pair of pert, full breasts inches from my face, and a young woman wanting to fuck me.

Zoe wanted to cum, and she was in a hurry. As she slid up and down on my cock, and ground down hard between each thrust, one hand was down between her thighs, and her fingers were rapidly massaging her clit.

Her head was thrown back, with her tongue occasionally wetting her lips.

"Pinch my nipples, Billy, pinch them hard."

It was like a reflex, as soon as I squeezed them as hard as I thought I should, her whole body jerked, and she started to cum.

Not only did her body start to tremble, but her voice shook too.

"Oh fucking hell...oh fuck Kev...oh god I'm sorry...I mean Billy...oh god I'm cumming...FUCK!...FUCK...FUCK!"

She collapsed forwards onto me, her pussy soaking, and still gripping me.

Catching her breath, she knew that I hadn't cum. She raised herself off me, she slipped to the floor between my legs, and pulled my trousers and boxers right down to my ankles.

She took my cock, still slick from her juices, but spat on it and started to rub. I was groaning, closing my eyes, but within a few minutes, I felt myself cumming.

I opened my eyes and watched as my spunk started jetting in spurts first over Zoe's face, a great sliver up into her hair, then another spurt across her nose and into her half open mouth, and then the third, and fourth shooting down over her breasts, until a steady oozing trickle flowed over her knuckles and fingers.

"Fucking hell Billy, that was some load of spunk."

Underneath the sofa was a box of tissues, obviously strategically placed for events such as those, and although my trousers had suffered the overflow we both managed to tidy ourselves up, and Zoe retrieved her garments from the back of the sofa.

"Sounded as though you two had fun."

Kev came down from upstairs, and saw my embarrassment.

"Hey Billy, don't be embarrassed, Zoe and I understand each other, we both love each other, but we accept we both have needs!"

I smiled, but didn't reply.

Zoe came over and gave me a hug, and added, "Billy was great, I hope we can be friends."

"Actually, I've just been texting Ray, he's invited the three of us over on Saturday, can you come with us? It will be an overnight stay if your mum's okay with that? I have a feeling he may invite a few more as well."

I replied, "She's going to the club with Hanne and Andy, so there won't be a problem, yes I'd love to come with you."

And so arrangements were made, and Kev added that he'd check out the casual work at the building site.

When I got home mum was still up.

"How did it go? I bet you 'had' Zoe?" Mum chuckled.

I didn't reply, except to say, "I've been invited round to Vicky and Ray's on Saturday, to some sort of party."

"Hmmmmmm, well you know what that will be."

"I can guess... we'll see." I wasn't sure whether mum knew more about those gatherings.

"Andy and Hanne have been to some, be prepared for some games, and some forfeits. I know Andy had to do some unusual stuff."

"Unusual?"

Mum elaborated, "I guess I ought to tell you...warn you I mean."

She was looking doubtful. "Some bdsm stuff, if you know what that means, and one or two who go are bi, so be warned."

"Wow, I'll be careful, it could be an interesting evening."

I went to bed with thoughts that swirled around in my head.

....

Arriving at Becky and Ray's on Saturday evening excited me tremendously.

I'd left mum getting ready to go to the club with Hanne and Andy, and she was really getting glammed up, but after last weeks 'accident' I was keeping out of mum's way.

Becky had invited me, because I'd obviously made an impression on Zoe when I'd been to her's in the week before. Despite being much younger, Zoe and her husband Kev were longtime friends of hers, and they regularly went to parties at their house.

When I arrived I knew immediately that this was no ordinary party, it didn't even look like an ordinary swingers' party. Arriving just ahead of me was a couple, the guy, in his forties, dressed in leather, with longish hair, looking very much like a hells angel. His partner was a tall blonde with flowing hair, but dressed in a tight latex catsuit, with several zips in various places.

They both acknowledged me with a smile, and the three of us entered together.

In the house there were already many guests of all shapes and sizes, dressed in a variety of outfits. A cheer went up for the latex blonde who apparently was called Lola. I found out that she was to be a key player that evening. However, also dressed in a black latex suit was Becky, and I was wondering why these two were dressed in such a similar way.

As everyone made their way into the lounge they had a number written on the back of their hands in marker pen. I wasn't sure if the number thirteen on my hand was a bad omen!

A familiar voice said "Hello" and Zoe grabbed my shoulder.

"Hi Billy, glad you made it! This is Gabby, a friend of mine, she's extremely nervous, a bit like you were last week. She was referring to our visit to the club.

A deliciously tall, dark haired woman who was perhaps a bit older than Zoe, said, "Hi Billy, I must be mad to come here tonight, this my first adventure into something like this, I may just run at some point!"

"Stay with me, I'll look after you." I wasn't sure quite what I meant, but I just said it, and smiled reassuringly.

Zoe explained to me what would be happening during the evening. Gabby must have heard it already, but kept raising her eyebrows, or making little remarks as Zoe went through it.

"Until nine o'clock everyone just drinks and mingles, a lot of people here already know each other. At nine everyone starts to get undressed 'to even the playing field' so to speak. That's when the 'newbies' have to be brave."

"You're not k**ding!" joked Gabby.

Zoe continued, "There are a number of games that will go on, 'ice breakers,' but you only take part if you want to, it can be fun, and a way of getting to know people who you don't know."

"But", she said, with a certain amount of drama in her voice, "Tonight is 'domme' night. The blonde, Lola, and Becky, are taking various 'volunteers' into the playroom upstairs, and they appear on those screens all around the house, in here, in the kitchen, in the conservatory. Each session lasts about half an hour and can involve all sorts of kinkiness, so you can opt out, if you find someone to take your place. Everyone loves it...as long as it's not them!" Zoe chuckled.

"Mmmm, so how do you 'volunteer?" I asked, "have you ever been volunteered?"

Zoe giggled, "It's the numbers...on your hand. There's a draw, numbers are drawn," she paused, "no, I was picked once, but Kev took my place, thank god."

Just at that moment Kev came up and joined us.

"I was just telling Billy and Gabby how you stood in for me, on one of these 'Domme' nights, you were a star!"

"Bloody hell," Kev grimaced, "Yes I did, I felt sore for days."

Neither Gabby nor myself dare ask why, or what had happened, however, we all noticed that it was approaching nine o'clock, and Gabby was shuffling from foot to foot, obviously nervous about undressing.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You'll be okay, you have a wonderful body, just wait till you see some of the others!" I squeezed her arm in a friendly, supportive gesture.

I don't think it was much help, but when the lights dimmed slightly, and the piped music changed mood, Zoe took Gabby into the study where a number of ladies were disrobing.

The men, of all shapes and sizes, were getting undressed in the small bedroom upstairs, and gradually everyone filtered back to the lounge, dining room, and conservatory.

The old hands were content in their nakedness, a couple of newbies, like Gabby, were looking awkward.

Within minutes Ray was getting a group of couples together for an 'icebreaker' game in the dining room.

However, before the game could take place, the first draw of the evening was going to take place.

"Ok folks, I have this bag with all the numbered balls inside, I shall draw the first 'volunteer!'

With a flourish he thrust his hand into the black velvet bag, and rustled the ping pong balls around inside.

"And the first number is...eighteen!"

There was a hushed silence, and then a loud shriek. "Oh god, it's me...it's me!"

A short, curly, blonde woman, in her late forties, with quite large breasts was almost jumping up and down, "Oh no...oh no!" she cried.

A few moments later, Lola, and Becky were either side of her, escorting her to the stairs.

She kept repeating, "Oh my god...oh my god.."

As the three of them disappeared, Ray was back to organising the game.

"I need five couples."

"C'mon," I said to Gabby, "Shall we?"

She looked at me in trepidation, "Oh sod it, yes, let's go for it!"

Just then all of the tv screens lit up, and naturally most people in the room looked up to see the playroom, which I'd seen before, and Lola, Becky and the blonde woman were entering.

I had to look twice because although the room was familiar, the furniture wasn't. The bed, where I'd been played with by Becky, had been replaced by some sort of padded bench, with a framework above it.

The naked blonde was taken by both of them, and her wrists and ankles were strapped, both to the bottom of the bench, and to the upward struts of the frame. She had become completely helpless, and vulnerable, and was looking decidedly nervous, indeed her voice could be heard above the piped music in the room.

"Oh god, don't hurt me...please."

Even on the tv screen on the other side of the room anyone could see her eyes widen as she saw the electric wand that Lola now held.

Slowly she knelt down beside the bench and applied the rounded head of the wand against the blonde's pussy. At first there was little reaction until Lola raised the tempo of the wand and repositioned it slightly.

Immediately it brought a response.

"Ohhhhhhh...fuck...ohhhhhhhhh"

Everyone heard it, and one or two made comments out loud like, "Just wait till Lola gets going," and, "She's gonna cum like a train."

Gabby was fascinated, as we paused, before following Ray into the dining room.

In there on the floor were ten cushions, arranged in a circle. Ray's instructions were for everyone to choose a cushion, alternately man, woman, man, and not to sit next to your partner.

I could tell that Gabby was thrown by that, being separated from me, but it was too late to back out.

Ray sat in the centre of the circle and explained the game. Each individual task would be for just two minutes.

"I have two dice, one has faces labelled, 'kissing,' 'stroking,' 'nibbling,' 'sucking,' 'squeezing,' and 'tasting.' The other has faces labelled, 'lips,' 'neck,' 'ears,' 'nipples,' 'feet,' and 'genitals.'

I'm going to write on some cards your numbers, and I will draw a number, then roll both dice, and you will have to enact the instructions to the person on your left!

There were both giggles, and some gasps, as each person looked at whoever was on either side of them.

On my left was a stunning redhead, in her thirties, with a slim waist and perfectly formed breasts. On my right, was a rather 'plump' lady in her fifties, a blonde with a mischievous smile, and deep blue eyes with long lashes. She was looking at me with a rather hungry look. I just smiled back knowing the implications of the game.

Just as Ray was writing our numbers on a handful of cards, Lola's 'volunteer' started to cum. Everyone looked up at the screen in the dining room, and saw the contorted face of the blonde, as Lola held the wand against her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh...god...oh fuck...oh fuck...fuck...fuck..." she was screaming, and the muscles in her thighs were trembling, as she came the first time. I say 'first time' because as we began our game Lola had no intention of stopping her session with the wand.

"Number four," Ray looked around and a guy on the other side of my redhead said, "That's me."

The woman on his left looked nervously at Ray awaiting the throw of the dice, and indeed her fate.

Ray rolled the first dice. "Kissing!"

Looking across there was almost a sense of relief from the woman.

He rolled the second dice. "Feet!" Everyone burst out laughing.

When the mirth had subsided, Ray encouraged the guy to get on with his task.

To her credit the woman offered up her leg, and did her best not to giggle as the guy held her foot and began to kiss the instep.

Everyone in the circle was amused by the spectacle, but we were interrupted by the sudden cries from the tv screen.

"Fuck...oh god...not again...oh god...ohhhhhhhh...fuck."

Her body was pulling at the restraints, there was perspiration on her forehead, as Lola seemed to delight in bringing a second orgasm to the blonde.

"Ok," said Ray, " time's up, next number...this time it's to be a lady!" slowly he dipped into the bag once more.

"Number twelve!"

Gabby reacted as though she'd been stung by a bee. "God, it's me!" she croaked.

Nervously, she waited for Ray to throw the dice.

"Stroking!"

A frightened look crossed her face, while the guy, who was in his thirties, sitting to her left, was smiling, waiting for the second dice to be thrown.

"Genitals!" and a little giggle went round the group.

To her credit Gabby didn't react, so when Ray signalled the start of the two minutes she turned and went straight to it.

All eyes in the group were trained on the pair. Gabby took the guys flaccid cock between her fingers and lifted it up. It was fascinating to watch it start to stiffen, and enlarge. When it was hard enough to stroke Gabby's hand closed around it, and it became fully erect.

The guy's eyes had closed, and Gabby's face was a picture of concentration, as she seemed to enjoy the sense of influence she was having.

I could see the guy clenching his fist just as Ray said, "Ok, times up!"

Gabby sat up straight on her cushion, smiling at her achievement, while I felt for the guy as he was left sitting with an awkward erection.

I caught Gabby's eye, and winked across at her, and she winked back.

"Ok, there are two more rounds now, ladies and gentlemen, and they involve everyone!"

Everyone was muttering and looking at the person on either side of them.

"This is for all the ladies and the man on their left.

Looking at my plump blonde, her blue eyes flashed, and she smiled, while we awaited my fate.

"Nibbling," Ray shouted, as he rolled the dice, followed by, "Neck," as the second one stopped.

The blonde turned, and even before Ray had signalled the start, she was pressing up against me, pushing her lips into the side of my neck. At first she was kissing me, and the nibbling bit was more on my ears, but as she was leaning in, her hand had found its way to my cock, and was gently squeezing that.

I didn't say anything, but felt myself hardening and was trying to fight the feeling, at the same time hearing her purring in my ear.

"Ooooh your gorgeous cock needs to be inside me," she whispered. I guess no one heard, as they were all too engrossed.

"Ok, that's it, time's up," said Ray, and as she pulled away and released my semi hard erection, she said quietly, "Later!" and smiled.

"Right folks, the last round before you can enjoy the rest of the evening."

Everyone was now far more relaxed, but were still expectant about the last roll of the dice.

"This one's for the men!"

There was a buzz of brief conversation, and the red head on my left looked at me and said warmly, "Let's hope it's a good'un!"

Before I had a chance to reply Ray was rolling the first dice.

"Licking!" he declared, triumphantly, which brought laughter from the gathering.

All eyes watched as he rolled the second dice.

When he shouted out the result there were excited chuckles from the men, and a gasp from the women.

"Genitals!"

The red head looked at me with a nervous smile.

"Oh god!" she said quietly, hesitating she added, "Thank goodness it's you, and hey I'm Maggie, by the way."

Before I'd even had a chance to tell her my name, Ray said, "Ok, two minutes starts now!"

Awkwardly she turned, and half leaning back on her elbows, she parted her thighs for me. She had the most delicious pussy, and as I lowered my head, I managed to say, "I'm Billy."

The moment my tongue slid upwards between her slightly damp labia, she had gasped, "Oh Billy, god yes!"

Her taste was so sweet, her juices delicious, in the background I was conscious of others in the room making soft moans.

The two minutes was over before it had begun. When I lifted my head, Maggie's face was flushed, and she softly said, "Wow Billy, I'd like more of that."

She leaned over and kissed me, "I hope we can meet up later."

Ray interrupted our brief conversation, "Ok folks, have a good evening, and I think Lola and Becky are ready for their next volunteer!"

We all made our way out of the dining room just as the exhausted curly haired blonde, with Lola and Becky descended the stairs.

The party mood had taken hold, and there were a couple who were heavily involved in one corner of the lounge.

Most people turned towards Lola, as Ray handed her the bag with the numbers in. Gabby was next to me, talking to the guy that she'd 'handled' in the game.

When Lola drew number twelve, it took her a few moments to take it in.

"No, NO! I can't do it, I just can't," the look of panic, of fear on her face was intense. She was not far short of tears, fearing the fate of the previous 'volunteer' and being forced to orgasm in front of everyone.

She was clutching my arm, as Lola and Becky came and stood either side of her.

"Please...no...please," she sobbed.

"Ok, ok," I decided to jump in, I really couldn't see her that scared.

"Look, I'll take her place, take me!"

As Gabby, looked tearfully, and gratefully at me, Becky grabbed my arm.

"Yes!...A man...let's amuse ourselves with him!"

Strangely half the room applauded, I wasn't sure if it was because of my act of kindness towards a frightened Gabby, or that some of them wanted to see a man used instead of a woman.

Suddenly from becoming relaxed as the evening had progressed, and the promise of possibly linking up with Gabby, or Maggie, or indeed the plump blonde, I was now tense, apprehensive, and awaiting the whims of two slightly sadistic women.

I was gripped firmly by the arms, and taken upstairs to the playroom. Last time I'd been in there, Becky had used a prostate 'toy' to bring me off. This time I didn't know what to expect.

I was taken directly to the bench contraption.

"Ok, bend over there," Lola was in charge.

Becky secured my ankles to the base of the bench, my legs spread wide, while Lola secured my wrists halfway up the arms of the frame. My waist was half bent over a padded bar across the middle. In front of me was another tv screen showing exactly what everyone could see downstairs.

I wondered how they would be entertained!

My curiosity would soon be satisfied. Both Becky and Lola were of the same mind. My mind was about to be scrambled as I watched both of them open one of the drawers that I knew contained many toys and instruments.

To my horror they took out two sets of black leather harnesses with belts and buckles which they then strapped around themselves. However, it was the very large black penises that stuck out at the front that made me shiver.

"No ladies, this is not a good idea."

Becky and Lola chuckled, and because the sound system was two way, I heard a cheer from downstairs.

Becky returned to the drawer and took out a large bottle type dispenser, and pressed the plunger so that a great gush of lubrication landed in the palm of her latex glove.

"Look, there's no way ...those are just too big." My voice was sounding panicky.

While Becky was rubbing her hands together, Lola appeared from behind me with a length of chain. At first I couldn't think what it could be for, and then I saw, and I did not like it at all.

On either end of the chain were nipple clamps, I'd seen them on porn movies on women and I knew they hurt.

"Now c'mon, not those, you can't use those."

Both Lola and Becky stepped closer.

I felt the coldness of the lube on Becky's fingers as she smoothed it between the cheeks of my ass. One of her latex covered digits pushed into me, probing, going deeper.

Lola, meanwhile, was squeezing the clamps open, inches from my nipple. I knew what was coming, but I was still unprepared.

"FUCKKKKKK!" I screamed as the first clamp bit into the flesh. As the second one was attached the pain was excruciating.

"FUCKKKKKK!" I yelled again, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

My eyes were tight shut, and I was gritting my teeth.

"Jeeeeeeez, ohhhhhhhh god!"

For a moment Becky's fingering ceased, and she stood beside Lola, both of them looking at my demise.

Both of them shared the bottle of lube, and through the mist of searing pain from my nipples, I watched as they lubricated their huge black cocks.

"No...no...NO!" I uttered a plea.

Lola gave a disparaging look, "That's right...beg!" And just to emphasise her position of dominance, she tugged the chain on my nipple clamps.

"Oh fucking...fuck...fuck...fuck" was all I could say as she disappeared behind me.

I waited for the inevitable.

The cock pressed between my ass cheeks, and two hands pulled them further apart. I could feel it opening me up.

"Oh god, slowly, take it easy...please."

When Becky took the clamps off my nipples the pain actually increased, but it distracted me, and with me groaning, Lola's cock went completely inside me.

Becky watched as Lola started to fuck me. At first it felt completely alien, the lube helped a lot. I couldn't imagine what the others downstairs were thinking.

"Let me fuck him."

Becky's request was followed by Lola's cock suddenly being withdrawn, and Becky's cock being rammed into me.

"Fuck! ...steady on Becky"... she had the cock in me as far as it would go, and she wasn't going to spare me. She began to pound my ass, making my whole body shake in my restraints.

I closed my eyes because it seemed to go on a long time, and I could feel my prostate being massaged with all that might follow from that.

I hadn't noticed Lola crouching down, until I felt her hand grip my cock. I could tell that I was semi hard, but Lola's slippery fingers soon continued to make me harder.

The pain from my tender nipples had subsided, and now there was a certain pleasure building. Lola stroking my cock, and Becky fucking me, her big cock massaging my prostate.

"Let's finish him off shall we?"

The question came from Becky, and Lola knew exactly what she meant. Her wand was still to hand from her last 'volunteer' and as soon as it was switched on, and I heard the buzzing, I knew everything would happen very quickly.

I felt the wand on my balls first. They were being shaken by Becky's constant thrusting, but as Lola moved it up the underside of my shaft I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She gripped the wand against the head of my cock, its vibrations concentrated in that little notch. Becky's movements had slowed and in an instant I started to erupt.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhh...oooooohhhhhh..." my groan went on and on.

A cheer came up from the folk still watching downstairs, as a squirt of my semen landed on Lola's latex covered breasts, and ran down her front.

A steady flow of spunk then poured forth over her fingers, and the vibrating head of the wand. As she let me go, my cock continued to ooze while Becky's cock was still fucking me.

Eventually she withdrew and my body was limp, I was just hanging from the frame by my wrists.

I regathered my strength, and took my weight back on my legs as Lola and Becky released the straps.

They helped me stand up, and I realised my legs were trembling.

As they took me back downstairs I was greeted by applause, and it was with embarrassment that both Gabby and Zoe took my arms and led me through to the shower room.

"Oh Billy, I'm so, so sorry," Gabby kept repeating, "It should have been me, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be silly, I knew what I was in for, it would have been tough for you on your first visit."

"I'll take him from here," Gabby said to Zoe, " I'll get him showered."

Zoe nodded, and went back to the lounge to find Kev, as Gabby took me through to the shower room beyond the bedroom that I knew well, from decorating in the weeks before.

Almost unnoticing we passed a couple on the bed, a woman with her back to us, riding the cock of a man whose face was hidden. I half knew it was Maggie from the colour of her hair.

Gabby turned on the shower to just a warm temperature, but before I stepped in, she had found some moisturising cream in the cabinet.

"Here, I'll be gentle," she said as she delicately applied some cream to my nipples with her fingertips.

I flinched, but it seemed to cool the inflamed fleshy buds.

"In you go, here pass me the shower gel."

I handed over the bottle and Gabby stepped in beside me.

"Turn around, I'll do your back," and she began to soap my shoulders, at the same time massaging my tense muscles. Working her way down, she soaped my buttocks, and her finger tips softly stroked my aching anus.

"Face me, and I won't go near your nipples," she promised.

I closed my eyes, and allowed her hands to soap my chest, working lower, she cupped my balls, and smoothed my limp cock between her fingers. Opening my eyes, not even the sight of water cascading over her breasts could arouse any interest from my flaccid penis. I was empty.

A quiet cry of satisfaction from the bedroom indicated that Maggie had cum with her man, while we rinsed the soap from our bodies, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped two large towels around ourselves.

Gabby peaked around the door, and surprisingly Maggie and her man had gone, just leaving a small damp patch in the middle of the bed.

We finished drying ourselves in the bedroom, and at last I was beginning to feel normal again.

"Thank you Gabby, that's much better."

"No, thank you! if I'd gone upstairs I'm afraid I would have cracked up." Gabby looked quite guilty, and it seemed bizarre that we both stood there naked, discussing what might, or might not have been.

It sounded as though the party was breaking up, and Gabby came closer.

"I should go and get dressed. It is strange that I came here tonight, I guess I was daring myself, Zoe telling me that I'd get laid, but I haven't. All I've done is play a game, feel a guy's cock, get him hard, and that's all."

I looked at her, thinking about the evening just gone.

"Well when Zoe introduced us, I could see that you were nervous, which is why I took your place upstairs. Perhaps if your number hadn't been picked we might have got together in a different way...I mean apart from the shower!"

We both laughed.

"Maybe!...but thank you again," she said, and leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek, and as she did, I turned my head, and we ended up clumsily kissing each other on the lips.

This time our laugh was stopped by a proper, open mouthed, tongues exploring, sort of kiss.

Gabby's naked body pressing against mine, the softness of her breasts, and the kiss, must have triggered my desire, because my cock stiffened, and Gabby felt it.

"Is that me?...doing that?" she whispered.

I didn't say anything, but pressed against her which made me harder.

"Let's go on the bed," Gabby was gently pulling me towards it.

We lay down, side by side, still kissing, and neither of us was in a hurry.

Gabby turned slowly onto her back, and as her legs parted, I rolled between them, and my cock slipped inside her moist pussy.

"Billy, go slowly, don't rush...oh god, you feel so good."

We hardly moved at first, we kissed, and kissed some more, and gradually our bodies were pushing more.

Gabby's breathing quickened, and she was beginning the slow climb to orgasm.

"Keep doing that Billy...yes...like that, like that...oh god...don't stop."

Her encouragement was more and more explicit.

"Now harder...fuck me harder...yes...Billy...god yes...harder."

When she came it was with quiet satisfaction. A soft, "Billy, I'm cumming...oh god...that's it...that's it!"

Within a few moments I came too, jerking inside her pussy, filling her with spunk from I knew not where.

We rolled apart, and I remember Gabby kissing me, the wet sensation around my cock, and then I was asleep.


The end.