My neighbour in the flat opposite mine on the stairs of our block, Eric, was a nice old guy in his sixties. He was also one of the most lecherous guys I’ve ever met. He had an incredible collection of old porn magazines. He also had an even more erotic collection of pictures of his wife. I could hardly believe some of the nude poses he’d snapped her in. Sadly, she’d died a couple of years back. He’d also kept some of her panties. They were briefer and sexier than some girls my age wear.
Eric had a niece, Sharon, who came in about once a week to visit him. She was an averagely attractive woman who looked mid-forties with dark hair down just below her ears. I could see she had a good figure with big breasts, a nicely rounded bum and a decent pair of legs. Though I’m early thirties, ten years younger than Sharon, I fancied her, but I didn’t tell Eric.
One afternoon my doorbell rang and there was Sharon. She told me she’d just left Eric and found her car outside had a flat tyre. Knowing I had a car too she asked if I could help her. She was in a button up the front blue floral patterned summery dress ending just at her knees which showed off her shapely figure very well, with bare legs and sandals. I soon changed her wheel for the spare but in the process our hands got dirty. We went into my bathroom to wash our hands.
It was only when we were in my bathroom that I remembered that hanging on the washing line stretched above the length of the bath were several pairs of my underwear. I like very brief male thongs that only just cover my sex kit and show my bulge. I noticed immediately how Sharon’s eyes ran along the line of my underwear, and I couldn’t miss the mischievous smile on her lips. I’d bought them in the hope of impressing girls if I got lucky. They were certainly having an effect on Sharon.
Then, with horror I realised that, in addition to my own underwear, I had two pairs of Eric’s wife’s panties hanging on the line. One of Eric’s kinks was letting him watch me wank over his wife’s panties while I ogled erotic pictures of her. He’d lent me her panties for me to play with and to wank over. They were very brief, in pastel, almost see-through cloth with lacy hems. I’d masturbated several times over them and through them as I wore them. I’d decided to wash them and give them back to him clean. Sharon’s eyes locked onto them and her smile turned into a big grin.
“Oooooh!” Sharon purred. She reached up to finger the panties. “Sexy undies! Are you one of those kinky boys who likes playing with women’s knickers?”
I certainly was, but I wasn’t telling Sharon. In fact, I was too embarrassed to say anything. Then it happened.
Sharon stepped her sandal clad foot up onto the side of my bath. The action pulled her dress high up her bare thighs. Then she pulled her dress up even higher, above her own panties. They were black with a little white flower pattern, a little white decorative bow at the front and as skimpy as Eric’s wife’s panties.
“Do you like my sexy knickers?” Sharon asked, nudging her hips toward me. “Would you like to play with them too?”
It had been ages since I’d seen a woman’s pussy for real and had my hand between a woman’s legs. My hand almost involuntarily went down and cupped over the bulge of Sharon’s pussy mound through her panties. I could feel the outline of her vagina slit through the thin cotton. Sharon moaned with pleasure and nuzzled her mound against my hand. I slipped my hand down inside her panties. Her bush of cunt hair and her vagina lips were already moist. She gasped and trembled as I fingered her pussy and slipped a finger between her moist labia. Then I pulled the front of her panties down to see her cunt. Her bush of dark pubic hair was untrimmed and her pink vagina lips were peeping through.
“Do you like women’s bra’s too?” Sharon asked as I played with her cunt and her thighs.
As she spoke, she unbuttoned her dress down the front and let it drop down behind her. Her black bra matched her panties. Before I could get my hands on her bra-slung breasts, she’d reached behind her back, unclipped her bra and let it fell away. Her breasts were as big as her bulging uniform had suggested, with big, deep red nipples peaking from large pink areoles. My hands moved to her breasts and had a play, getting her moaning with pleasure as my exploring fingers caught her nipples.
“Now let’s see what you’ve got,” Sharon said. Her hand went down to fondle the bulging front of my jeans and to fumble with my zip.
I had no hesitation in showing my cock to a woman like that. I unzipped and dropped my jeans, and lifted off my tee shirt. I was in a grey silky thong like the ones on the line. It was very brief, just big enough to cover my flaccid cock and balls, but too small to hold a full erection. About two inches of my straining hard penis were poking out above the waistband. The back was just a thin thong strap in my bum crack. Since Sharon clearly liked my underwear so much, I stood in them with my legs wide and thrust my hips toward her to let her admire my thong.
“Mmmmm!” Sharon purred. “Big boy! I thought you’d look good in those undies.”
Then she quickly squatted down in front of me and pulled my thong down my thighs below my balls. My whole eight inches bounced out and swung stiffly right in front of her face with its big round purple-grey erection- and lust-swollen head. Sharon licked her tongue deliciously over my penis head, then took it into her mouth, rolled her tongue, and massaged it with her lips. At the same time, she cupped her hand under my balls and lightly fingered them. Again, involuntarily, I tried to ram my penis as far as I could down her throat.
I thought she was going to suck me off, but after a couple of minutes of inflicting exquisite oral pleasure on me, her lips slid off my cock. My straining penis sprang up almost vertical and felt taut enough to snap.
Sharon stood, slipped her panties completely off and said, “Shall we continue in the bedroom?”
I followed her example and took off my jeans and thongs too, then followed her into the bedroom. My erect penis felt deliciously heavy as it swung with my steps. Then I received another embarrassing shock. By the side of my bed was a pile of porn magazines Eric had lent me, mostly old British classics like “Fiesta” and “Mayfair.” I’d wanked over them the night before. Sharon saw them.
“Oooooh!” she purred. “Naughty boy!”
Sharon picked one up. It was open at a centrefold of a blonde girl looking in her early twenties, on all fours on a bed nude but for high heels with the underwear and stockings she’d stripped from in previous pictures scattered around her. Her big breasts were hanging pendulously. The view was partly from behind, showing her rounded bum cheeks gleaming smoothly under the lights and her lightly furred pussy peeping through just below. She was looking over her shoulder and the hungry look in her eyes was enough to strain any guy’s dick. The picture was one of my favourites. The evening before, I’d been ogling her as I wanked over Eric’s wife’s panties. Sharon giggled.
“Is that how a naughty boy likes to see women?” she asked, grinning at me.
I’ve got a big double bed in the hope of enjoying it with a girl, but it had been a long time since I’d enjoyed it with any company other than porn, panties and my faithful right hand. A moment later Sharon was on my bed in exactly the same pose as the girl in the picture. The cheeks of Sharon’s bottom gleamed as smoothly, and her big breasts hung under her just like the girl’s in the picture. Sharon’s breasts were so big her nipples brushed the bedclothes as they swung sensuously. The pink lips of Sharon’s love slit and her thick, dark cunt hair peeped out just under the valley of her bottom.
My hand was instantly on Sharon’s thighs and bum cheeks. It had been ages since I’d touched a naked woman and I’d almost forgotten how deliciously soft and smooth a woman’s body is. She spread her legs wider as I ran my hand down between her legs from behind. I caressed her so sexually sensitive inner thigh tops, ruffled her cunt fur with my fingers, stroked her juice-sodden vagina lips and slipped my fingers between her labia. Sharon grunted with sexual pleasure as my fingers played with her and she squeezed her thighs round my hand between her legs.
I began to finger-fuck her but instead she turned and pulled me onto the bed. A moment later our naked bodies were wrapped round each other. Sharon was as frantic as I was. Eric had said something about her being separated and like me, she was probably suffering from enforced celibacy. Our hands, lips, and tongues were all over each other as we wrestled naked on the bed.
In our frantic romp, all I can clearly remember is Sharon squeezing my head between her thighs as I kissed and licked her pussy, and her tongue on my balls and licking its way the full length of my cock. But there was lots, lots more. My fingers were constantly between Sharon’s legs working her pussy hot and aroused for what I knew would soon come. It soon came.
With an excited cry, Sharon disengaged herself from me and rolled onto her front. A moment later, she was in that all-fours position again on the edge of my bed. She spread her legs and her fingers peeped out under her bum cheeks as she hungrily fingered her hairy pussy. She looked at me over her shoulder with eyes as hungry as the girl in the picture. She hardly needed to say anything, but she grunted:
“Want! Go on … in your favourite position!”
I could feel the blazing sexual arousal in that grunt. I moved to stand behind her. I guessed she was too old to get pregnant so I didn’t bother with the condoms in my bedside cabinet. Besides, right then I was so frantic that I didn’t much care. I enjoyed a last feel of her deliciously smooth thighs and bottom, and the feel of my erection-sensitised cock head poking and brushing her naked bum cheeks. I moved in and savoured the feel of her cunt bush against my cock head. Then, with a thrust, my cock was full in, my belly was against her bottom and my bush of cock fur was in the valley of her bum.
She squeezed her thighs together when I began thrusting, making her vagina feel as deliciously tight around my shaft as a younger girl. I’d gotten Sharon so hot and aroused with my fingers and tongue during our romp that she climaxed after just a few minutes of me shagging her. She cried out, her body tensed in my hands, then she shook as her vagina pulsed round my cock. In my big wall mirror I saw her swinging breasts bounce as her body juddered.
Then she relaxed in my hands. My straining, hard penis enjoyed her warm, smooth, tight vagina for a few minutes more. I held back as long as I could, then in an exquisitely powerful cum, I spurted deep inside her. In my orgasm thrust, I rammed my hips against her soft bum cheeks as I came and I pushed her across the bed.
After that, I fell onto the bed with my half-erect penis flopped over my belly, oozing semen. Sharon flopped down beside me. We lay on the bed naked together, browsing through Eric’s magazines. Sharon giggled with glee at the dirty stories and the pictures showing naked men with big hard up cocks. From time to time, she fingered my cock, and I fondled her thighs, her tits, and her cunt. Soon I was up rock hard again.
Then Sharon laughed.
“Two naughty boys in one day! I’m a lucky girl!”
She caught me by surprise.
“Two naughty boys?”
“Mmmmm! My uncle Eric’s such a naughty boy! He’s a lecherous bastard. Didn’t you know?”
Like I said, Eric was the most lecherous guy I’d ever met. Nothing would have surprised me about him.
“Go on. Tell me about it,” I asked. She laughed again.
She told me she’d soon realised Eric fancied her even though she was his niece. He’d started touching her bottom through her clothes. Like I’d guessed, she’d been without a man for ages, and she’d liked the attention he was giving her.
“What the hell,” Sharon said. “I just wanted some fun and some cock.”
She’d “accidentally on purpose” let him see up her skirt lots of times, sometimes with no panties on. Eric had told me about the times he’d had upskirt glimpses of Sharon’s knickers and naked cunt. Sharon went on to say that one day he’d dropped his trousers and briefs and exposed his cock and balls to her. He’d been full erect.
“He shoved his cock toward me and asked me to wank him,” Sharon continued. “I said doesn’t a big boy like you want more than just a hand job?”
She said she’d then let him undress her then she’d squatted down nude in front of him and given his cock head the full treatment like she’d given me till he was wild. Then she’d sucked him off till he came in her mouth.
“His cock’s massive,” Sharon said. I’d seen Eric’s hard up cock when we’d wanked over his wife’s pictures and panties together. I guessed at his age he took Viagra. “He was rock hard and he took ages to come. I love his hands all over me. He really knows how a woman likes to be touched. I wank him or suck him off every time I visit him. He likes me to pose nude like the girls in your magazine while he wanks over me.”
“Does he fuck you?” I asked.
Sharon laughed, but didn’t answer. Then she changed the subject abruptly.
“He says you’d be a nice boy to jerk off!”
I felt my face go red, knowing Eric had told her he’d seen my cock. She reached down to fondle my balls, then wrapped her hand round my penis and stroked it up smoothly and down a couple of times. I instinctively spread my legs and thrust my hips forward for her.
“Mmmmmm! He’s right!”
Her hand slid off my cock. I was rock hard erect and her hand left my penis, quivering with arousal. Without waiting, Sharon eased me onto my back. My erect penis was arching up rock hard over my belly. I spread my legs wide in anticipation. Sharon knelt beside me. Then she bent over me to lick and kiss my cock head and shaft, to lightly finger my balls, and to stroke my sensitive groins and inside thigh tops, my balls, and right down between my legs to tickle my anus. Sharon really knew what a guy likes. She’d soon teased my cock to the absolute peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. I was frantic to jerk a load.
Then Sharon climbed on top of me so her thighs were astride my face with her cunt bush brushing my nose. There were glistening droplets of my semen caught in her pubic hair and my excess semen was trickling down the inside of her thigh. Her breasts were hanging pendulously above my belly. She leaned forward over me so the nipples of her swinging tits brushed my cock head and flicked my stiff shaft. After minutes of driving me even wilder doing that she wrapped her full fist round my shaft and began to tug and stroke me off.
Between her hanging breasts, I watched her hand pumping my cock full length. On the upstrokes, its purple-grey head was peeping out of the ring of her finger and thumb and she stroked my shaft right down to my pubic hair. Her thumb and finger caught the base of my cock head where it met my shaft just the way I like. Her breasts swung above my belly with the rhythm of her hand. I reached up to caress her bottom and thighs above me and reached down her bod to play with her swinging breasts.
Boy, was that some wank! Sharon knew how to hand job a guy and how to make him wait. She eased off from time to time to stroke my balls and my anus with her fingers and to lick and massage my cock head with her lips and tongue. As my orgasm began to rise, I involuntarily dug my fingers into her soft bum cheeks to pull her pussy against me. My back arched as my body tried to thrust my cock deeper into the woman; it thought it was fucking. As my penis tightened in the final moments, she tugged my cock just with her thumb and forefinger so I rose really slowly.
When my orgasm exploded, I pulled Sharon’s semen and juice wetted pussy down hard against my face. Sharon’s breasts were brushing my cock head when my cock jerked in her hand and I came. I spurted a huge load over my belly and over her breasts. After she’d wanked the last spurt of semen and pulse of orgasm pleasure out of me Sharon remained above me. I lay there watching my semen trickle down her breasts, collect on her nipples, then drip in long strands onto my…