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Chapter 5 - Tiny Kittens

 “Like this, do you mean?” Greg was squeezing and tweaking my boobs as we lay in the bath that evening, with me on top. I was in the middle of recounting my sensual coffee break with Simon and Greg was trying to match my description with actions of his own. The main difference – besides us both being stark naked and facing the ceiling in a bath full of bubbles – was that Greg had his meaty cock deep inside my vagina at the same time. He’d temporarily stopped thrusting it in and out, as he concentrated his attention on my breasts. I could still feel it, thick and hard and throbbing and filling me all the way from my stretched lips to my cervix and beyond. It was lovely.

“Well, Simon was much more gentle,” I said, “stroking my tits tenderly, instead of mauling them like you’re doing!”

“But I thought you liked it like this?” Greg sounded surprised. “You always say you like it when I pretend I’m kneading bread dough.”

“Oh I do, darling,” I said, “but I was telling you how Simon did it. He was holding them gently and caressing them softly, like he was holding two tiny kittens he’d just rescued. It was very touching. Very sensual and erotic.”

“Pffft! Tiny kittens!?” Greg snorted in my ear. “A pair of Rottweiler puppies, more like!”

“Look!” I said, twisting my head towards his face and trying to sound indignant. “If you’re going to be rude…!”

“No! No, sweetheart,” he said consolingly. “You know I adore your lovely big boobs. They’re terrific tits, by anybody’s standards, and I wouldn’t change them for the world. Just can’t think of them as tiny kittens, that’s all.”

“My point is, he was being very respectful, and carried on caressing them softly while I sipped my coffee elegantly, like the refined and dignified lady I am,” I said with a smile.

“Refined and dignified, eh?” he said. And with that he suddenly straightened his legs, ramming his cock so far up me it took my breath away.

“Ohh, fuck!” I gasped.

“I’ll… give… you… refined and… dignified,” Greg grunted, as he thrust his cock deep inside me in time with every word. He knew I loved it hard and deep.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I squeaked in reply, grabbing on to the side of the bath as the foamy water sloshed up and down with Greg’s energetic movements. His penis was now rubbing against my G-spot with every upstroke, just as it had before, and the outcome was inevitable.

“Oooh… shit… I’m cumming!” I shrieked, then my legs were thrashing and water was flying everywhere. He held me tight and continued pistoning in and out until I saw sparks behind my closed eyelids. I drifted into that twilight zone, where every part of my body was on fire and felt slightly numb at the same time.

When my hearing returned, Greg was saying, “Are you okay, lover?” softly in my ear.

“Hmmm, fantastic,” I crooned dreamily. My pussy was still spasming around his hard cock and my legs had turned to jelly.

“I think you passed out for a few seconds there,” he said. “You went all rigid and then completely floppy.”

“Mmm, it was amazing. Thank you darling.” I pulled one of his hands off my breasts and kissed it softly. Then I realised he was still as hard as a billiard cue inside me. “But you didn’t cum yet, did you? What do you need?”

“Actually, I’d love to push it up your tight little bumhole… if that’s alright with you?” He was so polite when asking for my arse. He knew I needed to be in the right mood, but right now I was so tingly and mellow I would have agreed to anything.

“Oh, yes. That’s fine, my love. Go for it.”

We juggled position, me pushing my feet against the taps end of the bath while Greg bent his knees to allow his juicy joystick to slide out of my pussy. I reached down and held the plum-like end of his cock against my tight little pucker then relaxed and pushed down at the same time. Slowly my anus stretched open, I felt his glans sliding through my sphincter and then, with a small thrust, he was in.

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped. “You are so deliciously tight!”

“Keep still,” I croaked. “Let me get used to you.”

It was usually like this. We had anal sex once or twice a month, sometimes once a week. We’d do it whenever Greg felt he needed it, or – to his great delight – when I demanded it. He had such a thick old cock it took a bit of getting in, but once in there it always felt great. Well, after a minute or two, anyway.

Following the mind-blowing orgasm I’d just had, all the nerve-endings around my bum and inside my anus were super sensitive. I could feel every inch of his girth, could feel every beat of his heart as his cock throbbed inside my rectum. I even fancied I could feel the knotted veins on the shaft of his penis as he started gently sliding it in and out, but that might have just been imagination.

“Tell me if that feels alright?” he asked as he pushed no more than half an inch at a time.

“It’s okay, but go slowly, my love.”

For the next minute Greg eased his thick dick back and forth, gradually getting deeper each time, filling me up and setting my bum and pussy on fire.

“That’s nice,” I whispered as his fingers reached down and diddled my clitoris. With that and the tingly, sparkly feelings spreading out from my ass, I could feel myself on the elevator to cloud nine once again.

“God, that feels so good!” he groaned. “I’m nearly there. Are you going to cum with me?”

“Mmm, yes! Ohhh, I’m so close, baby,” I croaked.

We both started singing the same song. It had only one word and we sang it an octave apart.

“Aaahhh!”

Our duet increased in volume as our orgasm surged up and overwhelmed us.

“AAAHHH!”

And we finished with a screaming high note.

“FUUUCCKKK!”

I was vaguely aware of my bum muscles clenching and Greg’s dick pulsing as he pumped his semen into me. It was mighty and magnificent, but as I came down from my high, a thought occurred that set me off giggling.

“What?” Greg was breathless and puzzled. “What was so funny about that?”

“I was just thinking… I hope Simon didn’t hear us.” I coughed and sniggered. “If he thought our kitchen-sink sex was us fighting, he’d probably think we just murdered each other!”

Chapter 6 - Coming Out To Play

Friday dawned bright and clear, one of those November mornings with frost on the ground and hope in the sky. It reminded me that I hadn’t been for a jog since Monday, the day before Liz’s funeral. There would be a Park Run tomorrow and I needed to get myself prepped for it, so I slipped on my running shoes and leggings, sports bra and top, and set out for the common.

A couple of dog walkers called out a cheery “Morning!” as I jogged past them, but I wasn’t expecting to see anyone I knew. So it was a surprise to see Simon’s smiling face peering out from beneath a woolly hat.

“Hello, Simon!” I puffed, jogging on the spot. “Didn’t expect to see you out here this early.”

“I was here yesterday, in the rain!” He grinned. “I said you’d inspired me, remember?”

“Oh, yes. So you did!” I smiled back.

“You’ve inspired me in several ways this week, Mandy,” he said, casting his eyes up and down my running gear. “In fact you look both inspirational and sensational this morning, if you don’t mind my saying so!”

I snatched a quick glance up and down the path. There was nobody in sight. On an impulse I grabbed his hand and thrust it between my legs, rubbing his fingers against my pussy. When he opened his mouth in surprise, I leaned in and planted a big wet kiss, slipping my tongue between his lips for a few seconds. He gasped as I let him go.

“Can’t stop, my lovely!” I said. “But I’ll be round at eleven for coffee and more inspiration, okay?” And with that I turned and continued jogging, a wide grin plastered across my face. Simon, it seemed, was definitely coming out of his shell.

After a hectic couple of hours dealing with phone calls, replying to texts and sending business emails I was pleased to walk down my garden, through the gate and up Simon’s lawn to his kitchen door. The frost had all gone and the low sun was gleaming brightly on dripping leaves and bare branches.

“Coo-ee!” I called out as I opened his door. “Here comes trouble!”

“Ah! The lovely Mandy has returned to brighten my day still further!” he said cheerily as he stepped into the kitchen. He again looked as though he had just walked out of the shower, and smelled of soap and aftershave. I had showered after my run too, and hoped I smelled as attractive.

“Sorry about snogging you up on the common earlier,” I said, with a cheeky smile that showed I wasn’t sorry in the slightest. “It’s a habit I have when meeting friends, but I should have asked your permission first. I did check there was nobody looking.”

“Oh, that’s quite alright,” he said, filling the kettle and putting it on to boil. “Took me by surprise, but it’s kept a smile on my face all morning!”

“I’ll try not to embarrass you in public,” I said, “but I hope you don’t mind me taking liberties when we're alone together… like this.” He turned to look at me, as I’d hoped he would, because I was slowly unzipping my fleece top and moving closer. I had decided on stretchy jeans and the fleece for our last coffee break of the week. The silk blouse was lovely, but not ideal for what I had in mind for today.

“Oh, not at all.” He smiled at me. “I rather like it when you take liberties, Mandy.”

“I think we agreed we would carry on where we left off yesterday,” I said, opening my unzipped fleece to reveal another front fastening bra, “and if you’re ready, move on to the next stage?”

“Mmm, that sounds exciting.” His eyes shone at the prospect.

“But first, you promised to tell me what happened after I left… what you did while you were still feeling perky after fondling my breasts, remember?”

“Oh, yes, well… umm… goodness, I’m not quite as practiced as you seem to be… describing these things.”

“Here, see if this refreshes your memory.” I said, unhooking my bra and releasing my boobs only a foot from where he stood at the kitchen sink.

“Oh, yes!” he sighed. “Your lovely breasts have been on my mind ever since. May I…?” he said, reaching out with both hands.

“Not just yet!” I said, smiling and stepping back, cupping my breasts and holding them up seductively. “You can watch me while you tell me what happened. All the juicy details, remember…?”

“Ah, I see. Well. I was feeling very perky after you left. So I umm… I unzipped my trousers, and umm… took out my, umm…”

“Your cock, Simon?” I was gently squeezing my boobs now, making the areolas and nipples bulge.

“Yes, my cock, and umm…”

“Tell me what it looked like, what it felt like, please.”

“Oh! Well, it was quite hard. Very hard, in fact. Umm… and it felt pretty good in my hand.”

“Okay, so what did you do with it?”

“I umm… I sort of stroked my hand up and down it.”

“And did you cum?”

“Oh yes. I did! Quite quickly… and, umm… quite a lot, in fact!”

“And did it feel good, to be cumming like that after such a long time?”

“Yes, it felt wonderful.”

“Mmm, that’s lovely. Thank you for sharing that with me,” I said, stepping forward and lifting his hands up, one at a time, to hold my breasts.

“Oh, I was hoping you might let me do this again,” he said, caressing them softly.

“My pleasure! I was only teasing so that you’d tell me you’d wanked yourself while thinking about them yesterday. And are you feeling perky again today?”

“Oh, most definitely!” He smiled.

“Do you mind if I see for myself?” I reached forward and rubbed my palm against his crotch. There was a nice hard lump inside his trousers.

“Oh!” he gasped. “No, not at all. Please… please help yourself.”

He kept a gentle grip on my tits while I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled his trousers open. I stroked his erection through his briefs, before asking politely, “Can he come out to play, please?”

“Yes,” he croaked.

I knelt on the floor, pulled his briefs down and grasped his rigid cock, which made him gasp again. It was a very fine specimen, about average size, fully hard yet silky smooth under my cool fingers. It had knobbly veins along the shaft and a bright red glans peeping out from his foreskin. I slipped my left hand underneath his hairy balls, and stroked his cock gently with my right hand, easing the foreskin back to reveal the whole of his broad, shiny glans and rubbing my thumb underneath it.

“Oh, God!” he wheezed, still massaging my boobs. “That feels wonderful, Mandy.”

“Think you might be able to cum again?” I looked up at him and smiled.

“Oh, yes! I’m sure of it. If you keep doing that, it won’t take more than a minute or two.”

“Okay. I want you to cum for me, Simon. But tell me when you’re ready to shoot all your lovely sperm out.”

“Oooh, I’d love to cum for you, Mandy, but… but I’m afraid I’ll make a mess!” He sounded truly concerned.

“Don’t worry about that, my lovely,” I said, shrugging my fleece and bra off my shoulders to reveal all of my chest. “I want to feel it splashing on my boobs.” I gave him a few extra strong tugs to urge him on his way.

“You’re sure you… you don’t mind?” His voice was getting higher and strained, which I took as a sign of an imminent happy event.

“Not at all.” I looked up at him with wide eyes and smiled. “I’d love to have your hot and creamy cum spurting all over me… over these nice warm breasts.”

That seemed to do it. He lifted my boobs up and leaned forward a little more, his face red, his mouth open.

“Aaahhh… ummm… I’m cumming, Mandy!”

“Yes! That’s it,” I said, cupping his balls and pressing my fingers against his perineum while stroking his cock vigorously.

The first hot jet of semen hit my throat and splashed up under my chin.

“Oh… God!” he gasped, shuddering with his release.

“Mmm,” I crooned, “keep it cumming, baby.”

Another strong surge of love juice spurted over my right breast and trickled down my cleavage. I aimed his pulsating cock at the other one.

“Ohhh!” he gasped again, as a third stream poured over my left boob and joined the small river running south.

“Yes, that’s sooo good, Simon. Got any more for me…?” I urged him with a gentle squeeze of his balls and some more long strokes on his cock.

His legs trembled as the last few splutters and dribbles emerged from the slit in his bulging knob. I looked up to make eye contact again and, while he watched, reached out with my tongue and licked the last thick droplet from his glans before swallowing it.

“Mmm, delicious!” I crooned. “Well done, my lovely. That was an awesome orgasm, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, Mandy!” he whispered, swaying slightly, despite leaning on the kitchen worktop. “I can’t begin to tell you…”

“Well, I think you’d better sit down.” I nodded towards the nearby chair. “While I clean up a bit.”

I stood and reached for the serviettes he had thoughtfully arranged on our plates. I used them to mop his cum from my chest, and from where it had trickled down my tummy and on to the floor.

“I’d say the old equipment still works just fine, wouldn’t you?” I grinned at him.

“I have never… ever… cum like that before.” He was still breathing heavily, but gave me a weak smile as he shakily tucked his softening cock back inside his briefs. “I can’t begin to thank you…”

“Oh, shush! This is what friends are for, remember?”

I tugged open the under-sink cupboard door, found the bin I was looking for and popped the soggy tissues inside. Then I rinsed my hands under the tap, dried them on the nearby towel and switched the kettle on. “I think we could both do with a coffee after that.” I turned and gave him a grin over my shoulder as I shrugged my boobs back into my bra and zipped myself up again.

Five minutes later we were both sipping a hot, strong brew and chewing on the remainder of the cookies I’d brought the day before.

“So,” I said, “having broken your six-month fast with two orgasms in two days, how are you feeling now, Simon?"

“A little exhausted.” He smiled. “But utterly exhilarated. I feel I’m discovering a new world, one I never knew existed.”

“So can you cast your mind back to before you met and married Liz? What was your sex life like back then?”

“Oh, not particularly noteworthy,” he said. “I did have a girlfriend for a while before Liz, and we did it a couple of times. But we weren’t very good at it.”

“Tell me what happened, if you can remember.”

“She was quite keen, I think, but I was rather nervous. I was afraid of getting her pregnant and was trying to put a condom on before we even got started. She offered to help, as I was all fingers and thumbs. It took her a minute, as she’d never done it before either… and then I came while she was still putting it on me.”

“Oops!” I smiled. “But you were young and inexperienced. These things happen when you’re a teenager.”

“I was twenty-two, Mandy. So embarrassing. But we tried again and did have sex a couple of times, which was nice. But I think I was nervous of messing it up again, so never really relaxed. She left me for another chap, who I suppose was more successful than I was. I never made her orgasm, I don’t think, but women didn’t have them in those days. Not as far as I knew, anyway. It left me feeling a bit of a failure in the bedroom department.”

“Aww, that’s a pity,” I reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “And then Liz didn’t want to do it at all?”

“No. It was a disaster. We had saved ourselves for our wedding night – Liz’s idea, she was against having sex before we married. And I’d waited for so long that while we were cuddling in bed, I came all over her tummy. She was horrified – ran screaming to the bathroom – and that was the end of that!”

Next time - what sexual treats will Mandy have in store for her 61-year-old neighbour after the weekend?