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Chapter One
It was late, around midnight, when something woke me. I looked at the
bedside clock, my mind still struggling to reach rational thought. Damn,
only been in bed half an hour. What woke me?
The knocking was repeated, soft yet persistent, answering the unspoken
question. Quickly throwing on a robe to cover my nakedness, I went
downstairs to see who was going to be screamed at. To my surprise it was
Alison, my next door neighbor. Fully dressed, even to having a coat and
shoes on.
"Marie, I am so sorry, can I come in, please?" The words tumbled from
her, almost in a whisper.
"Ali, of course, come in," I told her, stepping aside, as she hurried
through the door, then closing it behind us. "What on Earth is wrong?"
We went into the living room, where Alison sat on the sofa, tears
starting to run down her cheeks. I handed her the box of tissues, and she
took one gratefully. I sat down next to her, half turned towards her, and
she took hold of my hand.
"Oh, Marie, it's Him. We had another row, and I walked out, but...",
fresh sobbing cut off her words.
"Let me guess," I said, "You stormed out, but then realised you have
nowhere to go that he doesn't know about?"
She nodded, a sheepish grin, transforming her face. "Him" was her
husband, a wonderful advert for staying single.
"So no problem," I told her, "stay here for the night, and see how you
feel come morning. He does not know you came here, does he?"
A shake of the head.
"Okay, cup of tea? Or would you prefer something stronger?" I asked.
"Tea will be fine," she said, smiling.
I went into the kitchen, to put the kettle on. Alison came in soon after,
coat off and showing her figure very nicely in a woolen dress that ended
a few inches above her knees, and molded itself to her gorgeous body. She
had often moaned about being overweight, but from where I stood, she
looked very sexy, "curvaceous" I think the word is. A few inches taller
than my 5 foot 4, and about 10 years younger, collar-length dark brown
hair curled under.
She came to stand behind me, arms going round me in a hug, and I turned
to face her, my body pressing against hers and feeling the hard-packed
muscle in her slim frame.
"Oh Wow," she exclaimed, as she hugged me closer, "Marie, are you naked
apart from that robe?"
Her hand explored from the middle of my back, down over my buttocks,
squeezing the cheeks of my arse. The hem of my robe only just covered the
buttocks, and her fingers slid below the hem, stroking my bare bum,
causing me to squirm in her embrace.
She backed off a step, looking at me with a quizzical smile.
"Oh God, Marie, you are gay?"
I nodded, "Bi," I corrected her.
"Marie, all these years and I never suspected. If I had only known," she
sighed, "The times I was so tempted to ask, but never got up the
courage."
"Well, what about you?" I asked, "You did not exactly advertise it, did
you?"
She moved back close to me, and again put her arms around me. The way she
tilted my face up to her and kissed me hard let me know that she was
always going to be the dominant one in any relationship, which suited me
fine. I was always sub with every girlfriend I had ever had, (or been had
by).
"Is that offer to let me stay the night still open?" she asked. "I mean,
now you know what I like, you might be concerned that I would sneak into
your room during the night, and try to take advantage of you."
I kissed her neck, nibbling gently, while my hands stroked along the
sides of her boobs. She squirmed delightfully against me. Oh yes, I had
thought they might be sensitive. She actually trembled, as I squeezed a
nipple through the soft material.
"What makes you think you need to sneak?" I asked her. "Now let go of my
bum, while I make these drinks."
We sat in the living room. chatting casually as we had our drinks, both
seemingly relaxed, but both knowing what was going to happen very soon.
Alison seemed to have forgotten her tears, as she draped her arm across
my shoulders, fingers just able to rest gently on my boob. Her fingertips
started teasing the nipple, and I squirmed.
"This is so not fair," I told her, "I am sat here almost naked, while you
can touch and grab almost all of me, and you are sat there fully clothed,
and not even showing anything above the knee. Puts me at a disadvantage."
"I can soon correct that problem," she told me, "move that delightful bum
away for a minute while I get out of this."
She stood, flicking off her shoes, and unzipping her dress at the back of
her neck, letting the dress slide down to show a very sexy black lacy bra
and briefs set, her generous boobs almost spilling out of the bra. She
must have been about 38D, compared to my modest 34B.
She sat back down, pulling me across to lean against her. I sat enjoying
the warm silkiness of her skin against my cheek, and feeling the warmth
starting between my legs.
"I wish I had you at home in my own bedroom," she told me.
"Why?" I asked.
She leaned over to kiss me before answering, "Because back there, I have
my toys that I would so enjoy using on you."
I smiled, returning her kiss with interest. "What kind of toys?" I asked,
innocently.
She gave a wicked, sexy laugh. "Oh, I have all sorts that we could enjoy.
Vibrators, butt-plugs, strap-ons, even handcuffs if you have no problem
with my having you helpless while I ravish you."
I got off the sofa and walked over to the wall unit, bending from the
waist to open the lower cupboard, well aware that I was displaying my
naked rear for Alison's enjoyment. I stood up, handcuffs and vibe in hand
for her to see.
"You mean toys like these?" I asked, "and no, I have no problem at all to
being helpless while you ravish me."
She came across to join me, eagerly kneeling to explore the cupboard.
"Goodness," she exclaimed, "you have almost as many as me."
I kneeled next to her and kissed her neck. "There are more upstairs, in
my bedside cabinet," I told her. "These are just to save me going
upstairs, if any of my friends want to start enjoying me down here."
"You mean, the way I want to start playing with you right now?" she
purred.
I molded myself to her body, arms around her neck and face up-tilted,
inviting her kisses, an invitation that was not ignored. After several
minutes of tongue-teasing, I felt her hand slowly creeping down my front,
the robe's belt being loosened, and the exploring hand stroking down my
bare belly, down further, until a questing finger slid along my slit,
feeling the warm wetness already there.
She raised her finger to her mouth, sucking the juices off it, then
kissing me so I could share the taste. Smiling, she slid the robe off me,
leaving me totally naked. Then she turned me to face away from her, and I
felt the handcuffs going on to my wrists, locking my hands behind my
back.
Her arms came round me, cupping my exposed tits, teasing the nipples and
squeezing the boobs firmly. I wriggled, feeling my bottom brush against
her crotch. She nuzzled my ear.
"Mmm, my sexy, come-slut, Marie," she murmured, "I am so going to enjoy
having you. I wonder if I can make you scream when you come for me?"
By now my nipples were sticking out fully, hard as bullets, a fact that
Ali had not missed. Her mouth enclosed one nipple, teeth gripping to
stretch it out, before letting it snap back, while the other tit was
being teased by long firm fingers. Oh God, they were so sensitive. I was
already moaning softly.
"Enjoying that?" she whispered into my ear. "Want to taste mine?"
I nodded, still moaning softly as my arousal grew.
She stopped suddenly, reaching both arms behind her to unclip her bra,
her gorgeous globes falling forward. She moved so my mouth could reach
one of those sexy tits, the nipple hard, and tasting so wonderfully of
her. Her head went back at the sheer pleasure caused by my nibbling her
boob. From the soft growling, and the way she thrust her chest towards
me, it was very clear that I had been right about them being sensitive.
After a few moments of enjoyment, Alison pulled away, face flushed and
breathing hard. Standing, she pulled me to my feet, and led me to the
sofa.
"Before we go any further," she stated, pulling me across her knee,
"somebody needs a little punishment, for not letting me know I was living
next door to a sexy bi MILF."
"Have you any idea," she continued, stroking my bum, "how many nights I
lay in bed with only my fingers for company, when I could have been in
here enjoying you?"
Her arm raised and her hand came down sharply on the bare bum. I squealed
in shock and at the stinging pain caused by the smack.
"And do you know," she asked, stroking softly, "how often I watched you
putting washing out on the line, wearing those sexy denim shorts that
made me want to grab your arse?"
Another smack, harder.
"Or those short summer dresses, where I almost went mad trying to guess
if you had anything underneath?"
Another sharp stinging smack. And another smack, and another. I was
squirming for real now, my whole bottom stinging and feeling on fire. One
more smack, and I was pulled upright to sit astride her, while her lips
kissed away my tears, and soft hands caressed the warm throbbing bum
cheeks. Yet for all the pain, I could feel wetness between my stretched
open thighs, slowly running down and onto her legs.
She must have felt it too, because her hand reached down between my
splayed legs, and stroked the wide-open pussy. Her eyes widened in
surprise, and she smiled wickedly.
"Somebody enjoyed her spanking, I see," she murmured, and slid two
fingers easily into my wetness.
I gasped at the intrusion, and she smiled wider as she started sliding
the fingers in and out. Slowly at first, watching as I grew desperate and
writhed against her hand, then faster as my arousal grew, then pumping
the fingers in harder and faster as I lost all control, and came
violently for her, arching my back, and screaming as I hit the top.
She pulled her hand away as my juices flooded out, then kissed me deeply
while I was still trembling from the climax.
"That is for screaming so nicely for me," she told me, squeezing my bum.
"Now it is your turn to make me scream."
She pushed me gently off her and onto the floor, then stood over me as
she slid her panties off. Sitting back down, she opened her legs wide,
with me between them. Her pussy was totally bare, smooth-shaven, and wide
open for me.
I lowered my head, my tongue tracing a path along the wet slit, widening
the lips easily. From her squirming, I guessed she had not enjoyed this
kind of attention for quite some time. As my lips teased her erect clit,
her hands gripped my hair, pulling me harder into her,
I hardly needed to do anything. She was rubbing herself against me,
breath coming in short gasps, and every touch of my tongue took her
higher, until she groaned deeply and went rigid as she came, legs
trembling, and hands locked in my hair.
Slowly she relaxed, pulling me up to sit sideways on her knees, her arms
round me, and our mouths meeting, tongues teasing, and nipples brushing
each other's, the taste of her come-juices on both our lips.
"Mmm, thank you, Marie, my sexy darling," she said, nibbling her way down
my neck from ear to shoulder, and making me wriggle in her grasp, "I have
not come that strongly for a long time."
She squirmed out from under me, leaving me sat back on the sofa, while
she went over to the wall unit, and knelt at the cupboard.
"Now where is it?" she muttered half to herself, "I am sure I saw it in
here earlier. Ah, found it."
She came back to me, and held up her find for me to see.
"You like these?" she asked, holding up a set of nipple clamps on a long
thin chain.
"Oh no," I protested, "you wouldn't. You know already how sensitive my
tits are."
"Marie, darling, that is the whole point." She smiled as she attached the
clips to each nipple, "I would not use them if they did not have the
desired effect on you, would I?"
She tugged the chain gently, watching the nipples stretch as I scrambled
to my feet, eager to reduce the pull on the tits as much as I could. Once
I was standing she turned and walked through the door leading to the
stairs, with me following closely behind her. At each stair the chain
pulled the nipples upwards before I could get closer again, and by the
time we reached the landing the nipples were tingling, stinging, burning
where the clips help them.
She looked through the open door of the first room, the bathroom.
"Hmm, yes, why not?" she stated, "I think we could both enjoy a nice warm
shower, before we go any further. Yes?"
I nodded, afraid to do or say anything which would cause her to pull on
the chain. She led me into the shower, and hooked the chain over the
shower-head holder. It took all the pressure off my nipples, unless I
moved more than a few inches in any direction. So long as I stayed right
there, I was fine.
She turned the shower on, and I gasped as the icy cold water hit my naked
body. I could not move, or even shield myself with my hands. Alison
laughed as I squealed in shock. She reached over and adjusted the
temperature.
"That better, sexy slut?" she asked, getting into the shower with me and
reaching for the shower gel.
She lathered herself thoroughly, letting me watch as she spread the soapy
suds over her gorgeous body, fingers sliding over her erect nipples,
teasing them to hardness. Then downwards over a flat belly before
stroking between her legs, her fingers slipping inside herself briefly,
turning to lather and wash her firm sexy bum, and then rinsing herself
off, turning so her beautiful buttocks were bare of soap suds, and then
brushing her bum against my crotch as she turned again to catch the spray
on her glistening boobs. I am not sure who was more turned on by her
display, me or her.
Once she was done, she turned her attention to me. Standing behind me so
closely I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my thigh, she
reached arms around me and started soaping me, fingers rubbing the gel
in, teasing it into suds, caressing the tits around the clips, then down
to my belly, then lower, fingers opening my pussy lips, sliding inside,
thumbs flicking the clit as long fingers teased and wriggled inside me.
My knees were already starting to tremble. Oh God, she wouldn't give me a
climax in the shower, with the chain still hooked up on the shower-head,
so I couldn't even move. Her crotch pressed into my cuffed wrists,
pushing my lower half forward onto those probing, teasing hands, The
pressure increased, as did the speed of her thumbs on my exposed clit. I
was helpless to stop her as she brought me to a shuddering screaming
climax.
It took all my willpower to stay on my feet, trembling and shaking as I
came for her. Then her arm supported me as she unhooked the chain and led
me out of the shower and into the embrace of a soft towel. Once we were
both dry, she let me use the toilet before going herself. A wipe down for
both of us with perfumed wet-wipes, and I was led to the next room on the
landing, my bedroom.
She helped me to lie on the bed, while she looked in the bedside cabinet,
and I heard her happy exclamations as she found toys she liked. A series
of different sounding buzzing noises told me she was checking out the
vibrators were working. Eventually she seemed to have found what she was
after.
A spreader bar was brought onto the bed, opened wide, and my ankles
locked in place, pulling my legs wide apart. Then I was sat up and the
cuffs unlocked, so I could be lain down again, a pillow under my bum,
arching my back, and my wrists pulled to the corners of the bed and
fastened in place with Velcro straps attached round the metal headboard.
Alison lay next to me on the bed, one arm and a leg across my
spread-eagled body. I turned my face towards her and was rewarded with
some long passionate kisses. She tugged gently on the chain, jerking the
nipple clamps and forcing a plaintive whimper from me.
"She we get rid of these now, Marie, my sexy slut?" she asked.
I nodded eagerly, "Oh, yes please, Alison," I begged.
She unclipped them, and dropped them to the floor. Her head came across
and a tongue touched one of the nipples softly. I squealed as it made
contact.
"Sensitive?" Ali asked, "this one too?" and she tweaked the other nipple
with her fingers.
I whimpered again, "Yes, yes, yes, very sensitive," I admitted.
"Ah, so you really would not want me to tease them then? Like this," she
said, and then scraped her teeth across each of my tits in turn, nipping
gently at the nipples and making me cry out.
"No, please, no," I begged, squirming helplessly for her.
"Oh, my lovely, sexy, Marie," she murmured, "If you only knew how long I
have waited for this, never even suspecting that you enjoyed sexy
variations like lesbian sex and bondage games. You always seemed so prim
and, "butter wouldn't melt in your mouth," proper."
"I always tried to keep my sexy fun away from home and work," I told her.
"You know what some of the neighbors are like, curtain-twitchers."
"Well, you certainly succeeded, darling," she told me, kissing me deeply,
"I never even dreamed it. Hmm, we are going to have so much fun in the
future, I hope."
"Mmm, yes please," I told her.
"Now, what am I going to do with this sexy and helpless MILF? Let's start
with this," she smiled, pulling a vibrating butt plug from the drawer.
She inserted it into my tight bum-hole, needing to apply a little KY gel
before it would slide in. She turned it on and I felt the gentle
vibrations start working on me.
"Now we can play a little game," she told me, as she straddled my head.
"I am going to work on you with vibes, and you can work on my hungry
pussy with that sweet, talented tongue. And I am warning you now, I am
going to keep on playing until I come, no matter how many times you come
for me."
With that she began running a medium vibrator along my soaking slit,
while I started using my tongue to tease and probe. Her pussy was still
sensitive and I thought I might even win our game, but as her arousal
grew, she moved away slightly, stopping me from reaching her as fully,
and it was not long before I screamed as I came.
After a few moments for me to catch my breath, we started again, and
again I soon had her writhing nicely, but again she moved slightly, and
plunged the vibe deeper into me for another climax. Followed shortly
after by yet another.
Again a short rest before re-starting, and again I soon had her
squirming, but this time she was careless, or desperate to come herself,
because I had more time allowed me, and she finally arched her back and
screamed, as she came for me. Her come-juice ran onto my face, and she
lay next to me, kissing, and tasting her own fluids before wiping both of
us clean with wet-wipes.
"Feel up to one final session, Marie, my sexy darling?" she asked.
"Mmm, whatever you want, Ali, my sexy Mistress," I replied. "What have
you got in mind?"
"The strap-on," she told me, "Is it double-ended so we can both enjoy
it?"
"Oh yes, certainly," I informed her. "A big bang to finish?"
She nodded and smiled as she slid her end of the device into her soaking
pussy, tightening the straps, and turning it on. She positioned herself
between my wide-open legs, the buzzing dildo poised at my pussy lips. She
was already starting to tremble and I did not think her climax would take
that long. Mind you, by then my pussy was so well fucked and sensitive,
it would not take me that long to hit the top myself.
She slid smoothly into me. If anything, I had it easiest, because my legs
were as wide as they could get and my wet, twitching pussy so well
lubricated, the shaft slid easily in and out of me. Alison though had
knees together, her closed and sensitive pussy feeling every tiny
movement so much. Even as she increased the speed of her thrusts and I
felt the start of my climax beginning to build, I could see she was
starting to lose control, By then I was bouncing my bum on the bed,
rising to meet her lunges, driving the vibe even deeper into both of us,
and she came, screaming and half-crying, even as I hit the top and joined
her in screaming Heaven.
As she collapsed on top of me, she pulled the wrist strap loose so I had
a hand free. A hand that I used to free my other wrist before wrapping my
arms around her trembling nakedness, and hugging her tightly.
I had a strong feeling that this would not be the last of our bedroom
sessions together, and wondered what other sexual adventures my sexy
neighbor had in store for us.