The MILF Next Door and Friend Ch. 04

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After a wonderfully educational summer of sex with my neighbor and my mother, who turned out to be my neighbor’s girlfriend, I set off for university. I had definitely matured under the sexual tutelage of the two mature ladies, Julie and my mother, Barbara, including developing an appreciation for all-lady sex and the pleasures it gives those participating.

I am a 21 year-old just started at university, by the name of Mark Johnson. I finished grammar school at just 17 but felt too young and immature to go that September. My birthday is in August so I would have been just 18, and I just didn’t feel I was ready to leave home. So I did a further year at school and then I worked for two years as a building site laborer, which developed a good tan and muscles. So now, it’s early November, and I am in my first year at university, and have already got myself involved with a slightly older than me girl called Jane, who is currently in Paris, and a bi-sexual nymphomaniac named Carol, a few years older than me.

And now, to confuse issues further, there was Julie’s mature daughter Donna, in the process of dumping her husband, and a new girl in the house where I had my flat. A girl who was also a Civics classmate, my age, and my project partner, called Anna. A definite surfeit of goodies, you might say. From virgin to six lovers in a year – incredible.

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Donna was still doing her consulting work at the University. We drove home together around every other weekend. The intervening weekends we spent some time together, although she had found a couple of female students to occupy her time on my homework nights.

I enjoyed being with Donna, but had some concerns. Was I a rebound lover, given she was going through a messy divorce? Did I want us to become boyfriend-girlfriend given our age difference of 9 years or so. And then, there was Jane in Paris. Was she going to come back, and if so, was she going to come back for me? And what if I wasn’t here for her? And then, Anna? Problem questions that were easier left unanswered for now.

Donna had decided to buy herself a car. The one she had had before was leased in Dumbo’s name (my nickname for her husband). So she could now go home without me. The upcoming weekend was one where she was going home and I wasn’t. Anna and I had not spent time together outside class since that first night in the house. This was the end of her second week in my civics class.

Friday last period was always Civics, and there was my favorite redhead, with her boobs to lust for and her trim waist and her great sense of fun and humor. Although we sat ‘together’ we were at separate desks, with a gap between them.

Part way through class she passed me a note. Just two words. “I’m horny”. I’m sure she saw my eyebrows go up as I read it. I hastily put it in my pocket.

A few minutes later a second note. “No T-shirt.” My eyebrows went up again. The note went in my pocket. She usually wore a t-shirt under her sweater.

The lecturer was setting us an assignment that wanted us to compare the lead up to world war two with that of the lead up to world war one. Anna had not been in our class at the time we did the WW1 stuff.

Another note. “No bra”. I coughed and spluttered so much that the lecturer, Mrs. Wright, asked if I was okay and offered me a bottle of water, which I accepted. Anna had a wicked grin on her face.

So we left the class eventually – Mrs. Wright asking me on the way out if I was now fully recovered. Before I could say anything, Anna said, “Oh, he will be as soon as he gets home.” Mrs. Wright said “Good”.

We got in my car, Anna and I. “So what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well”, she said, “you stood me supper last Friday. So I decided to return the favor. And as last Friday we finished up in your bed, I decided tonight we would finish up in mine, unless you’ve got something more pressing?”

“Oh, I’m definitely free – not cheap, but free!”

“So does that mean your butt, your bum, is available without charge?”

“Very funny. So home first, or straight to a restaurant, or are you cooking?”

“We go home and freshen up, and then we go where we went last week, it was good, and reasonably priced.”

The end result was that an hour and a half later, both showered (separately) we were seated in the restaurant with a liter carafe of red wine, ordering our food. Anna had a different sweater on, but by the way this thinner sweater clung to her, I could tell the situation announced by the notes was still in effect. Anna ordered spaghetti with marinara sauce, while I had angel hair pasta with vongole rosso – clams in a tomato sauce. After, we shared a restaurant-made tiramisu. Even the young waiter was enjoying the view of Anna’s sweater.

Anna literally dragged me upstairs when we got back to the house. She ushered me in, turned round to lock the door, and as she turned back, her sweater came over her head and was thrown on a chair. There she was, in full topless glory.

I escort gaziantep bayan thought I would be funny, so as I kicked off my shoes, I said “Nice C, even if they are worth an A plus.”

She pouted. “I am not a C, I am a D. Last time I was home, Mum paid for me to be properly fitted for a good support bra, and it turned out I am really a D. So there! I’m not supposed to wear those old 32C bras, they make my tits bulge out of the cups, but sometimes they’re the only ones clean.”

“Sorry for my mistake. No insult intended. Whatever size they are, they’re splendid examples of what sexy breasts look like.”

“Good recovery, I’ll forgive you.” And with that she started to remove my shirt. Once it was gone, she stepped forward and swiveled her shoulders so that her hardened nipples got dragged forwards and backwards across my chest as her breasts swung from side to side. Even my nipples got hard.

Without stopping the rubbing of my chest with her nipples, she reached down and undid my jeans, reaching in and grabbing my hardening cock. “Mmm, nice, obviously it’s pleased to greet me.”

She knelt down and pulled down my jeans and my briefs, and I stepped out of them.

“It’s a pity you choked in class when you did….”

“Well what did you expect. You told me you would warn me if it was worth watching you undress, and there were three two word notes blatantly tempting me.”

“Yes but by choking and getting Mrs. Wright’s attention, you missed out on the fourth note.”

“Which was?”

“Well, watch!” and with that she unhooked and unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. “The fourth note was ‘No Knickers'”, she said, and there she stood, completely naked!

She embraced me and marched me backwards towards the bed, the same double bed from when this was Jane’s room. Once she had me with my back to the foot of the bed, she shoved me down on my back. I shuffled up the bed to get my head on the pillow. Anna was bobbing up and down on my cock, getting it wet and shiny with her saliva.

I held it upright, she straddled me, lined herself up, and in one movement impaled herself on my cock and slowly slid all the way down until her body met my pubic bone. She lowered her upper body on to my upper body. We embraced, and, using her knees as a pivot, she was soon sliding forwards and backwards along my solid, fully-extended cock.

Her face was all over my face, kissing, licking, biting my ears. My right-hand’s fingernails were running up and down her spine, and into her valley between her buttocks. When she came forwards, towards me, such as she was at the tip of my cock, I could just reach her anus and touch it. I made a mental note she seemed to like that.

When I came, she was just a few seconds behind me. She lay on me, still, for quite a while before rolling off me. “So does that deal with the fee for picking up my stuff?” she asked.

“Quite adequately,” I said. “You may even have a small credit in your account.”

We spent the night together, of course, sleeping all spooned up. In the morning, we were still locked together. Rolling on to her side so she could talk to me face to face, she said “Can I ask you a question?”

I nodded, and she went on “Have you had sex with more than one person at a time?”

“Yes. With Julie and Mum. With Carol and Mum – Carol downstairs that is. With Jane and Mum, and Jane, Mum and Julie. And with Donna, her Mum Julie and my Mum.”

“All in six months? Impressive. How about with another male?”

“Never”.

“When my ex and I first shared with that other couple, we used to do foursomes. It was fun at first, but then he started to fall seriously for her. Not only that, he started getting it on with Jackie’s boyfriend too, and they decided to make it a live-in threesome and I was homeless. So instead of us four sharing a bed occasionally, it was them three every night and yours truly on her own until I moved out.”

“Not very nice of them,” I said.

“True. But now I’m here, and have a nice guy my own age to enjoy from time to time. All I need now is a girl or two to play with when the mood takes me.”

“So you’re into girls. Are you bi-sexual?”

“Suppose so, I don’t bother with labels. I shag people I like, and ignore the ones I don’t – either sex.”

“Well, there’s always Carol downstairs, in the room opposite mine. She’s bi-sexual. And while she’s here in town, there’s always Julie’s daughter Donna. And my Mum likes to float both ways, too, if you ever come home with me.”

“I know another potential one, too.” I looked at her with a question on my face. “Ever been to the gay bar in town?”

I shook my head. “Not my scene,” I said.

“Oh, it’s fun. I used to go there with my former housemate Jackie sometimes. Your favorite teacher is often there, with a girl friend or two.”

“And who’s my favorite teacher?”

“Why, Mrs. Wright of course. You know there’s no longer a Mr. Wright? Turned out he escort gaziantep bayan ilanları was Mr. Wrong. Got himself in hot water with some male students and scarpered and she divorced him. I could really go for a threesome with her, that’s for certain. She’s got quite a decent figure and long legs and likes nylons.”

“How come you know so much about her?”

“One night, she took Jackie home with her. Left me with my boyfriend, or at least he was then.”

“So did you switch from Geography to Civics just to get to Mrs. Wright?”

“Yes. Her name is Becca, by the way.”

“Well, good luck on landing her but you’d still better pull your weight on our projects,”

“Oh, I intend to. I was just curious as to whether you’d like a little fishing trip tonight at the gay bar and see if we can catch us a nice one?”

“You mean, pick her up for a threesome back here?”

“Her, if she’s there, or someone else if not. Your room or mine? Yours is nicer.”

“Well, it certainly has its attractions. A bigger bed, for a start.”

We spent much of the day, being Saturday, on the Civics project, and I explained to Anna all about the build-up of the pre-WW1 German military, European Nationalism, and the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand. And how WW2 was preceded by Hitler fostering resentment of Germany’s surrender in WW1, when the German Kaiser surrendered while still occupying foreign soil. By mid-afternoon we had much of the essay mapped out.

That evening we went to the gay bar, which turned out to be full of a whole mix of people, not just gay males.

Anna was wearing a knitted cardigan with quite a low neckline where the two parts of the front met, and she was clearly wearing absolutely nothing under it. She also had a mini miniskirt, worn with a suspender belt and nylons. It looked normal when she was upright, but if she bent down even a little, you could see the tops of the nylons, and the bare flesh of her quite shapely thighs. I wore clean jeans and a plain white T-shirt, and white briefs.

After we paid to get in, and got a drink, Anna looked around and then spotted Mrs. Wright over in the corner. She was seated at a table with only one drink – hers – on it, but was talking to someone standing next to her. Anna wandered over there, timing it to get to the table just as the other person turned and left. Becca Wright saw her, and smiled, and signaled Anna to sit down. Anna pointed to me and said something, and Becca nodded, and I was being beckoned over.

Looking at her in her dressed-up to go out clothes, she really was quite attractive. Her bra was creating quite a nice cleavage, her fitted skirt was above the knee, and her knitted top clung to every curve of her upper body, front and back. She had curves in all the places women should have curves. I would have placed her at mid-forties, similar age to my Mum.

As we sat there, we people-watched and talked about various interesting looking people. After a while, Becca asked Anna to dance. It was slow, and their embrace was clearly intended to raise some level of intimacy. In fact, it wasn’t long before Becca, who was a bit taller than Anna, had lowered her right hand on to Anna’s bum, and I realized her arms were long enough to reach the hem of Anna’s skirt and her fingers had clearly hooked under it. She obviously had found the bare flesh above the nylons.

They kissed, and it wasn’t a peck on the cheek. It was long, it had tongue, and they were very tightly embraced. And for three songs they kissed and cuddled. Anna gathered up Becca’s right arm, held her hand, and then placed Becca’s hand right on to her left breast. Becca would already have been aware that under the cardigan there was only Anna, so the placing of the hand there had only one message.

They came back to the table, and Anna said to me “Finish your drink.” All three of us drank up, and then Becca smiled at me, leaned forward, giving me a wonderful view down her cleavage, and kissed me. Still with her face close to mine and being clearly able to see exactly where my eyes were focused, said “Anna says you have somewhere where you could get a better view of what you are obviously enjoying right now.”

“Oh, yes,” I said as I stood up. “Do you have a car here?”

“No,” Becca said. “Always come by cab, and then I can not only enjoy a drink, but I have complete control over who, if anybody, I go home with.”

We got to my car, and both girls climbed in the back. Anna, in a fake hoity-toity accent said “Home James, and don’t spare the horses.” I did as I was told. They were necking the whole way home. We got into my room, and I locked the door and drew the curtains. Then I got out a liter bottle of Italian red wine, and poured three glasses. Becca was looking around my room. She saw the photo on the mantle piece.

“Who are….?” she started to ask, before Anna cut in.

“Oh, that’s Mark’s Mum, with the curly blond hair. The other one is his gaziantep bayan escort reklamları Mum’s girlfriend. They are also both Mark’s lovers.”

“Really? How interesting,” was Becca’s reply. She stood directly in front of me. “And are you able to keep them satisfied?”

“No complaints so far,” I said, “but it takes two to tango.”

“Oh, at least,” she said. “At least two. It’s warm in here.”

And with that she grabbed the hem of her knitted top with crossed hands, and with one sweep of her arms the sweater was over her head and gone, thrown to a chair.

What was exposed was a lovely pair of breasts – at least a C – encased in a leather bra with a hole in each cup to let the nipple pop through. No wonder they had been so firm and jiggle free under the sweater. Anna went behind her and unhooked the bra, and Becca shrugged it off and threw it away.

Becca did a pirouette. This was a completely different woman to the one who taught our Civics classes. At one and the same time she was a classy, erudite, elegant lady, and an animalistic whore. Anna took off her cardigan and was topless. So, when in Rome! I pulled off my T-shirt.

Two years as a builders’ laborer had given me a pretty good upper body and developed arms. Clearly, Becca liked a man in shape. She came up close and pressed herself against my naked chest, and kissed me. Then she stepped back, looked me in the eye and said, “Remove my skirt.”

It was a fitted skirt and it touched her everywhere it covered. The zipper on the back went well down, below the curve of her buttocks, and I knelt down and pulled it down, after undoing the hook at the top. The skirt fell down on its own, then, exposing a wonderful bum, glorious thighs and a black suspender belt holding up black nylons, with three clasps on each nylon. No sign of panties or a G-string. Her pubic hair was shaped like a Maple Leaf, and cut short, and proved she was a natural blonde.

“Young man, do you know how to remove nylons without laddering them?” There was an imperiousness to her voice. A dominant tone.

“Yes, Miss,” I said, quietly. I undid all six clasps. Surrounding her thigh, almost, with a spread of my thumb and fingers of each hand, I slid my hands down a leg, and the delicate fabric bunched up ahead of my hands. When I got to her foot, I slid the middle finger of my left hand behind her ankle and into the gathered nylon. She lifted her foot, holding the top of my head for balance. I grasped the toe of the nylon and, as my left hand steered the fabric around her heel, my right hand pulled the nylon off her foot. So it came off without being inside out. Lesson well learned from watching Julie and my Mum.

“Well done, now the other. And Anna, get undressed too, please, but leave the belt and nylons on.”

I took off the other nylon and removed the suspender belt, and Anna removed her skirt and panties, leaving the flame red suspender belt with the black nylons. Then I stripped myself. My cock was already rock hard. Becca put her wine glass down and walked over to the bed. She beckoned Anna over. “Lay down,” she said, looking at her.

Anna did as she was told, and opened her legs wide to reveal her totally hairless pussy. Becca knelt on the bed and bent down to kiss Anna’s pussy. She turned to look at me. “Fuck me while I eat her out.”

No please, no thank you. This woman who was always so polite and, quite frankly, meek, in the classroom, was a very dominant woman in the bedroom. She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, and I could see Anna was enjoying what was being done to her. Becca had her arms wrapped around Anna’s thighs to control how far she could rock and roll. Anna’s arms were spread out wide on the king-sized bed, her head rolling and her eyes closed.

I stepped up behind Becca, and ran my fingers over her pussy. It was moist, and I rubbed some of it on the head of my cock, before running the head of my cock up and down her vagina lips to get it even more moist. I pushed it against her until I could find her entrance, and then thrust my hips forward and drove in, hard.

She lifted her head long enough to say, “Oh my God, yes.” and then started back on Anna, as I pushed in as hard as I could and buried myself completely in one thrust. Keeping still, with my cock in as far as it would go, I started to rub across Becca’s anus with my thumb, and after a while doing that, I started to work my thumb in to her. As it penetrated, I began to rock backwards and forwards, bringing my cock back until just the head was still in and then driving forward until I hit into her buttocks with my thighs. And my thumb kept working on her anus. Anna must have cum about three times by now.

It took a while, but Becca did finally climax and my cock was drenched in her juices. They were squirting out of her, on to my belly and my balls. I withdrew my thumb. When she calmed down, I withdrew my cock. She turned and sat on the foot of the bed.

“Bring me my wine,” she said. I got her glass, and she took a big swig. “Unfortunately I cannot stay the night,” she said, “Because of commitments tomorrow, but we will do this again. Thank you both, very much.”

She stood up and got her purse, pulled out her phone, asked me for my address, and called a cab. “Ten minutes? Perfect, thank you.” She dressed, including putting the nylons back on. By the time the cab came, she was the cool, calm, collected and elegant Mrs. Wright again.

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