Blast From The Past

“So, how did you feel? Surprised? Disappointed?” Greg was lying between my legs again in a bath full of warm bubbles.

“Surprised, yes! Disappointed, no.” As usual, I was stroking Greg’s meaty erection while I told him about Simon’s shock revelation from earlier in the day. “I was delighted, Greg. I mean, can you imagine Simon even meeting another woman, let alone agreeing to go for a walk with her? It’s only been a week since Liz’s funeral.”

“It certainly seems out of character for him. Do you think he’s a changed man?”

“It’s a bit early to say, but it does suggest he has a new confidence… a new willingness to consider female friendship as something he wants in his life.”

“So, didn’t you feel a bit jealous that he was putting you off to meet this dog-walker woman?”

“Come off it, Greg! How long have you known me? I don’t do jealous, remember?” I continued languidly wanking his thick cock as I thought about it. “No, I’m really pleased for him, and I’ll be seeing him again on Thursday anyway. I’ve said I’ll shave him. His cock and balls are like a rain forest.”

“He’ll enjoy that.”

“I hope so.” I let my fingertips roam over Greg’s balls. “I can do you if you like, my love? You’re getting a bit stubbly yourself.”

“Okay, that would be nice, thanks.”

Greg pulled himself up out of the water to sit on the edge of the bath with his legs wide apart, while I reached for the razor and shaving foam.

“Besides,” I said, as I held his stiff cock to one side and drew the razor gently over his testicles, “I’ve arranged to meet Sonya tomorrow. She’s in need of some loving since her girlfriend moved away, and says she needs some advice too. She’s popping round here at eleven.”

“Cuddles and counselling?” He smiled and moved his leg to give me access to his anus and perineum. “Your specialty, Mandy. In fact, you could set up in business with that name. They’d be flocking to your door!”

    *

Sonya turned to let me soap her back under the hot shower spray. I’d suggested a shower when she showed up looking stressed after a busy morning at the city Fitness Centre. It was the same place where she’d worked as assistant manager for the past eighteen years.

“So, you said you wanted some advice, Sonya? A new lady in your life?”

“Well… I don’t know, Mandy. I really don’t know what to make of it. Guess who turned up at the gym yesterday?” Sonya’s gravelly tones and rich Essex accent* still made me smile, just as they had when we’d got together in our last year at school.

“I don’t know, my love. If it was Cate Blanchett I’ll strangle you right now!” I laughed as I squeezed her neck before continuing to massage her impressive shoulder muscles. Despite nearly twenty years since I’d first marvelled at her hard body, she’d hardly changed at all.

“Nah, I know how yer feel about ’er.” She chuckled. “I’d’ve called yer over straight away, don’t worry. No, it was Miss Bradshaw, our old PE teacher from school, remember?”

“What? The one who tried to get you expelled after she caught us in the changing rooms?”

“Yeah, could’ve knocked me down with a fevver. She’s still really fit, Mandy. Wanted to join the centre to keep ’erself in shape she said, now she’s not working at the school anymore.”

“I didn’t know she’d retired,” I said. “She can’t be that old, can she?”

“Nah, she’s only forty-eight. She didn’t retire, she got the push.”

“Oh, really? Why was that?”

“Well, you know she was always keen on the girls? Finally got caught with one of the pupils and they decided enough was enough. Everyone knew she was a lez, even when we was there.”

I thought back to those heady days of gym skirts, navy knickers and sweaty bodies in the school showers. “Yes. It’s surprising she didn’t get caught sooner. Didn’t she spy on us all from the gym store room?”

“Yeah!” Sonya laughed. “That’s ’ow she caught us two, with our fingers up each other’s fannies. Turns out she’d been watchin’ me in the changin’ rooms for ages. She was jealous when she saw me with you that day.”

“Oh, I knew about her ogling the girls, but didn’t know she was jealous of us. When did you find out about that?”

“Yesterday, Mandy! After she’d signed up for the gym, she asked if I would join ’er for a drink an’ a chat in the coffee shop. I was gobsmacked, to be honest, wiv what she told me.”

I stopped rubbing Sonya’s back. My hands had worked their way down to her stunning bum muscles. Her glutes were like a pair of bowling balls, except hollow at the sides. I’d always loved massaging her toned skin, but I halted now to find out what she was going to tell me.

“Go on then. What did she say?”

“Said she’d always had a thing for me. Had lusted after me when I was at school, and had followed my career ever since I left. She knew all about me workin’ with the police, me martial arts trainin’ and all that.”

“Good God, Sonya! Was she stalking you in secret all these years?”

“Seems like it, yeah. Never felt she could approach me while she was still working at the school, but then she’d heard about Lorraine fuckin’ off and leavin’ me in the lurch. Thought she would ask me out on a date… see if there was any chance that me an’ ’er might get together, sort of thing.”

“Fuck! That’s amazing!” I turned Sonya around and grinned at her frowning face. “So what did you say? Do you fancy her, Sonya?”

“Well… yeah. I always did think she was well fit. Very athletic, weren’t she? Sort of a role model for me, when I was younger. And yeah, I did get meself off thinkin’ about ’er in them tracksuit bottoms she used to wear.” Sonya chuckled. “Remember them? Couple of sizes too small, so we could all see her crack while we was runnin’ around the ’ockey field.”

“Oh yes! I remember now. So… do you still fancy her, Sonya? It is nearly twenty years ago, after all.” My fondling fingers were now stroking Sonya’s stiff nipples and working their way down her abdomen, revelling in the feel of her stunning six-pack. Her hands were squeezing my breasts, somewhat absent-mindedly, it seemed to me.

“Well, yeah, I think I do, Mandy. But I’m still a bit shocked by it all, and ’er bein’ older an’ all that. Lorraine was only twenty-five—”

“Yes, but look what happened there. Lorraine stole your heart and then ran off with that woman from Bournemouth. Maybe an older lover would be a safer bet? And as for the age difference, she’s only eleven years older than you… I’m fucking a bloke who’s sixty-one at the moment, Sonya!”

“Are yer!?” She looked surprised. “Who’s that then?”

“A neighbour. Recently lost his wife and needed cheering up.”

“Bloody ’ell! How’s Greg feel about that?”

“Oh, you know what Greg’s like. So long as I tell him all the steamy details, he’s happy. It was his idea, actually.”

Sonya grinned and shook her head in disbelief. “You two! Somebody ought to write a book about yer. Trouble is, nobody would believe it, would they?”

This was a standing joke with my friends. They’d all read my books, had recognised themselves amongst the characters and said that, if anything, I’d left out some of the hornier details. I usually countered by saying they’d be included in the next book… when I found time to write it.

“So, if you want my advice,” I said slipping my left hand past her navel and over her hard flat belly. “I’d go for a date with her and see how it goes. You’ll never know what she’s really like until you spend some time with her. The fact that you used to find her sexy – still do by the sounds of it – and she obviously fancies you like mad, suggests you’ll get on okay together.”

My hand was always drawn like a magnet to Sonya’s magnificent, huge clitoris. I stopped talking and looked down to see my fingers slip either side of where it stuck out from the front of her vulva like a small penis cloaked in a shroud.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned. “I was hopin’ you’d get down there eventually. Been gaggin’ for some proper sex since I saw you last time.”

I held her clit between my finger and thumb and wanked it like a cock. “I’m always available, you know that, Sonya. You can pop round any time. So what sort of ‘improper sex’ have you been making do with?”

“That knobbly little dildo you bought me last Christmas… ah, fuck!” She gasped as I gripped her clitoris and tugged it away from her body. I knew she liked that. “It does the trick when I’m feelin’ frustrated, but nothin’ gets me proper horny like you do.”

She suddenly remembered she was squeezing my breasts and turned her attention to them in earnest, bending her head to suck and bite on my nipples.

“I know I’ve said it before, Mandy, but you do ’ave the most fantastic tits in all the known world… Mmm, fuck that’s nice!”

“In your known world, perhaps.” I had just slipped my middle finger inside Sonya’s very tight and rather hot cunt – it was the word she preferred for her vagina – and I was strumming her clit back and forth with my thumb.

“Oohhh yeah!” she moaned. “Yer gonna suck it for me, Mandy, or what?”

Sonya knew I adored sucking on her clitoris. Partly because it felt like a small cock in my mouth, and partly because of the effect it had on her. She usually came apart spectacularly when I sucked her off.

“Okay, lover.” I leaned forward and kissed her passionately, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and mashing our lips together. When I pulled my mouth away from hers I winked and said, “Going down! Tell me what you want in your fanny, Sonya.”

With that I squatted, she leaned back against the streaming tiles and opened her thighs wide for me. I was giving her awesome clit a last little wank with my left hand just before planting my mouth on her when I received directions from above.

“Thumb and two in me cunt, other two in me bum please, Mandy me darlin’.”

This was Sonya’s preferred option when she was feeling especially horny. It translated as my thumb plus index and middle fingers in her vagina, while my other two on the same hand should be pushed up her anus. I gave her clitoris a preparatory suck which made her gasp, then sat back on my heels while I worked said digits inside her hot and hard little body.

It usually took a minute or two to get them fully inserted right up to the knuckles, just the way she liked it. Sonya had an extremely tight little hole that didn’t yield to invasive fingers easily. Some women worry about their pelvic floors becoming saggy and there are exercises designed to tighten up the muscles involved. Sonya is such a toned and ripped muscle freak, her pelvic floor is more like a concrete basement.

I continued to push and shove and wriggle my fingers deeper inside her while she grunted and urged me onwards and upwards. “Yeah… oh, fuck!… yeah… ram them up me cunt, Mandy,” she growled. “And deeper up me bum too… yeah, go on, girl… you can do it!”

She was always somewhat basic in her demands at times like this, but I was well used to it and loved her for speaking her mind when she needed a brutal, mind-numbing orgasm.

I finally had my hand inserted into her two holes as far as it would go and looked up to her straining face. “That’s your lot, you crazy li’l fucker!” I said with a grin, thrusting my arm upwards to make my point. She liked it when I talked dirty to her too. “What’s next?”

I knew what she wanted, but I also knew that she liked to tell me. It was all part of the process of ratcheting up her horny thermometer to boiling point.

“Fuck me like you’re sawing a log, and try to suck me clit off me body,” she grunted, holding my head with both her hands and pulling my mouth onto her pubis.

I sawed and sucked her as hard as I could while she held me in place, moaning and groaning and swearing with increasing intensity. I knew from years of experience what pushed her buttons and pressed them now with delight. I had ceased to be intimidated by the ferocity of her orgasms, but had learned to respect them. As she approached her crescendo, I braced myself for what was to come.

“YeAAAHH FUUUCK!” she roared as her muscular body rippled with the ecstasy that overtook her. Her vagina and anus, that had been pulsing as she approached her climax, now clenched tight, crushing my fingers. Her thighs did the same with my head and her clitoris throbbed against my tongue and lips.

I didn’t panic, just waited for her trembling to subside. Finally, with a gasp, she released me and collapsed against the shower wall, panting from the exertion of it all. I left my hand in place, knowing it would be a comfort if it stayed there, with my fingers caressing gently inside her, for another minute or two.

I sat back on my heels and smiled up at her. “Wow! That was a whopper, Sonya!”

“Fuckin’ awesome!” she croaked, grinning down at me. “’Ope I din’t ’urt yer?”

“No, my love. It’s great to feel all your pent up emotions come pouring out.”

“Nobody ever fucks me like you do, Mandy. You understand what I need; you don’t get scared and try to pull out ’alfway through.”

“Do you think that’s what happened with Lorraine? She got scared, maybe?”

“Yeah, you’re prob’ly right. It did kinda go wrong a few times. I was a bit too much for ’er, I reckon.” She sighed. “Shame though. I loved the fuckin’ tits off that girl. Would’ve walked through fire for ’er. I would’ve… would’ve…”

And with that Sonya let out a huge sob and tears started leaking from her crunched up eyes. I pulled my hand free, jumped to my feet and hugged her, squashing my breasts against her chest and whispering into her ear small words of comfort.

When she finally stopped shuddering, I wiped her tears away with my thumbs, kissed her and told her what she needed to do next.

“Go on a date with Miss Bradshaw,” I said. “I think you and she are cut from the same sort of cloth, Sonya. But don’t be afraid to tell her everything. Make sure she knows what makes you tick. If she really wants you – if she deserves you – she will love every bit of you, just like I do.”

A Close Shave

“I must say, this feels rather lovely.” Simon was standing with his back against my shower wall, where Sonya had been leaning the day before. We had decided that his bathroom, which only had a shower rose over the bath, was not really suitable for what we had in mind. I was squatting between his legs and had just finished lathering up his cock and balls, between his legs and around his anus, and he seemed to be enjoying it so far. His rigid cock was leaking pre-cum, which was always a good sign.

I reached for the razor, grasped his erect and foamy penis and lifted it up, as I had done with Greg on Tuesday night. As I brought the razor near his balls, Simon tensed, which was not surprising, considering this was his first time.

“Don’t worry, my lovely. I promise I won’t cut you. I’m well experienced – I shave Greg every week. In fact I was doing this for him on Tuesday night.” I looked up and gave him a reassuring smile. “Just relax and keep still and we’ll soon have you smooth as a baby’s bum.”

“Oh… okay,” he said. “New experience for me… not quite sure what to expect.”

“So, don’t look down at what I’m doing. You stare across at the other wall and tell me all about your day out yesterday with your lady and her dog.”

“Ah, yes, well,” he started. “Her name’s Patricia and we met on the Sunday group walk, as I told…” he paused as I began gently drawing the blade over his testicles. When he realised it felt okay, he continued, “… as I told you on Tuesday. We had chatted about this and that, I told her I had recently lost my wife and she said she was on her own too, as she’d split up with her husband... Hmm, that actually feels rather nice, Mandy,” he said, visibly relaxing as the cool razor continued its work, sliding along the side of his cock, slicing off the curly hair. “Anyway, she said she often did a mid-week walk on her own, with her little dog, and asked if I cared to join her. I didn’t want us to get off on the wrong foot, so to speak, so I explained that I wasn’t looking for a new wife, just wanted to get some exercise and meet a few new people.”

I had shifted position slightly, to better access the other side of his cock and balls. As I continued shaving, he carried on with his story.

“She said she wasn’t looking for a new relationship either. I gathered the split with her husband had been rather acrimonious. She was looking for some company, that’s all. Her little dog was a good friend, she said, but his conversation was somewhat limited!” He gave a short laugh and I told him to keep still. I was shaving across his pubis, where the thickest forest of hair was taking some time and effort to remove.

“So, I agreed to meet her for her Wednesday morning walk, with her little dog – whose name is Butch, by the way – and we had a very pleasant amble over the common together. We chatted about all sorts of things, getting to know each other, I suppose. I think we got on rather well.”

“Simon,” I said, “I’ve done all the bits I can reach from the front. To do your perineum – that’s the part between your testicles and your anus – and to shave your bum, I’ll have to ask you to turn around, my love.”

He shuffled around to face the wall.

“Ah, umm… I’ll have to get you to bend over… and hold your bum cheeks apart. It might feel a bit undignified, but it’s the only way I can get the razor in there. Can you face the other way and try that for me?”

He did as he was asked without complaint and I quickly finished off the area around his anus and perineum. “There now. That’s the shaving all done. Just need to rinse you off and you can see what it feels like.”

I pulled the shower rose from its clip and directed the warm water over his front first, stroking him gently with my fingers as I washed away the shaving foam from his cock and balls.

“Ahhh!” he sighed. “That feels quite amazing, Mandy!”

“Open your legs for me, and I’ll rinse your bum too,” I said, spraying the water and rubbing his anus with my fingertips.

“Ohhh! That is really rather wonderful!”

“Feels nice doesn’t it?” I said, as I stood up and popped the shower rose back on its clip. “Have a feel with your own hands, Simon. You’ll be surprised how different it feels.”

“Oh my goodness!” he gasped, as he fondled his balls and stroked his cock. “That is sensational! I never realised it might feel like this… sort of new and tingly all over.”

“The best part is…” I said, reaching down and stroking his cock, “your partner can now lick your balls without getting her mouth full of hair. Want to try it?”

“Oh, yes please!”

I squatted down and told him to lean back against the shower wall and open his legs wide. I started by sucking his cockhead into my mouth, but then held his cock up while I licked his balls.

“Ohhh! That feels… wonderful,” he gasped.

I licked all around his balls, between his legs and lapped at his perineum, then said, “Next I’m going to suck your balls, one at a time, into my mouth. Don’t be alarmed if it feels a bit strange at first. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

I know that some men find tea-bagging uncomfortable if they have very sensitive testicles, so I proceeded slowly. I lowered his right one in between my lips, rolled it around with my tongue, and when he didn’t protest, sucked very gently on it.

“How’s that?” I asked before I moved on to his left ball.

“It is lovely, Mandy. I had no idea that this was something that women did. I’m so pleased you have introduced me to this… this new world of yours. It’s quite amazing.”

After I had sucked both his balls a few times, licked up and down his cock and lapped at his perineum again, I sensed he was getting well stimulated and might want to cum soon. So I decided to leave licking his anus for another day and asked him if he was ready for an orgasm.

“Oh, yes. I think I am, Mandy. This all feels so nice, I feel as though I could come at any moment.”

“Okay, then. Just relax and let this happen. And remember I love to feel you coming in my mouth, so don’t hold back. I want to taste and swallow your cum.”

I cupped his newly-smooth balls in my hand and pressed my fingers up against his perineum to stimulate his prostate. Then I slipped my mouth over his cock and slid my lips down his shaft. Simon groaned with pleasure.

He was close, I could tell, so I bobbed my head up and down, sucking hard and rubbing his glans with my tongue.

“Aaahhh! I’m… I’m…” he stuttered as his sperm began to rise to the boil. I fondled his balls to help him on the way and continued pumping his cock with my mouth.

“I’m cumminnggg!” he gasped and his balls began jerking in my hand as his cream surged up the shaft and spurted over my tongue. I gulped it down my throat, swallowing greedily as jet after jet of warm semen splashed past my tonsils.

“How was that?” I asked, a minute later, after sucking the last drops from him and kissing the shiny red glans.

“Ohhh!” He was breathless. “Mandy… that was magnificent. Definitely better with the hair shaved off. It feels so different!”

I stood up and kissed him, directing his fingers to my pussy and clitoris. “Now you know why,” I said, pulling my tongue from his mouth. “Smooth gets you in the groove! You’ll have to shave once or twice a week from now on. It will get itchy if you let it grow back.”

“I will,” he said. “Now, how can I return the favour, Mandy?”

“Oh, just like this.” I leaned against him, rested my head on his shoulder and moved my legs apart. “Rub my clit, put a finger in my pussy and I’ll cum in no time.”

Next time: Will Simon finally get to do the deed and fuck his next door neighbour, Mandy?
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