My neighbour, Mrs. Templeton-Bush.

Now, I am not the world’s most tidy man that I will admit. But that is not to admit to being a slob, its just that I am a man living alone and therefore I may not dust as much as some and I may leave a lot of books lying around that, to the anally retentive, might seem messy!

The house is clean though, no dirty dishes in the sink and the bathrooms are cleaned regularly…not by me though, I have a cleaner in twice a week! A nice old lady named Doris with bad breath and a hairnet but that’s all the agency will send me since that incident with the young Philippino girl I used to have!

What can I say about that? It was the middle of the morning, I had been drinking the night before and I had slept in…and I needed to pee and so I went to the bathroom. As you gents know sometimes, when you have to go first thing in the morning, you are accompanied by a stiffie that you are mighty proud of! So I went to the bathroom, opened the door and walked in…and slipped on the bloody towel that was lying there! Now if Maria hadn’t have been there cleaning, bending over the side of the bath as she was I might have hurt myself!

As it was I fell forward, my arms outstretched to stop myself…but unfortunately the angle of my fall meant I grabbed Maria round the hips, pushing her dress up around her waist where upon she cushioned my fall as I fell on top of her! I admit that to some the image of me naked, my erect cock wedged between Maria’s ample thighs as she lay over the side of the bath, with her dress up around her waist would seem indicative of something akin to a sexual assault.

Well, would you believe that is what Maria and the agency tried to say! Luckily I managed to dissuade them from pressing charges when I threatened to bring in the Health and Safety people about safe working practices i.e. leaving towels lying on the floor! Plus the bonus I paid Maria later for the `extra` services that morning seemed to satisfy her and keep her quiet.

But I digress, what I am trying to say that my house is clean but full of too many books. The garden though is a different matter! I believe in nature running its course and so I like a garden that is low maintenance…but in my case that means no maintenance! And it was this lack of care of my garden, failing to keep my trees and bushes trimmed that got me involved with another kind of `bush`…Mrs. Virginia Templeton-Bush to be precise.

She was my neighbour; she lived with her husband in the far too perfect house next door. Everything was perfect in their house and garden and both of them seemed to look down their noses at my house, my garden and me.

I think it was the multi-coloured VW camper van in my front garden that triggered of the first dispute between us. I know it is a little rusty and yes, it has no wheels but one day I will work on it and it will be as good as new. Mr. Templeton-Bush (or Mr. and Mrs. TB as I came to call them!) came round to see me the second day after they had moved in and had asked if they van could be towed away as Mrs. Templeton-Bush thought it was an `eye sore` and lowered the tone of the neighbourhood! The cheek of it! That van was a classic…well, it would be after months of renovation and a few thousand pounds but it has sentimental value to me. I remember with fond memory that girls seemed to love VW camper vans and it was magic how they lost all their inhibitions once inside one!

As I listened politely to Mr. TB, out of the corner of my eye I saw the curtains twitch next door and Mrs. TB’s face appeared for a second. Just to let her know what I thought of their request I reached down and scratched my nuts and adjusted `Sir` (…the name a favourite girlfriend once give to a part of my anatomy we both had a lot of respect for!) and you know I’m sure I saw Mrs. TB’s eyes widen in shock just before the curtains fell back!

Well, after listening to Mr. TB I told him I would look into the matter immediately but that was six months ago and since then I have had nothing but cold stares from my neighbours! I tried to make friends with them, I tried to be civil but I could not get through to them, especially her for some reason.

Now this `hippie chick` (…see below for a `noisy` incident in which she featured heavily concerning my new neighbours!) I knew who lived at number sixty-nine, her name was Chloe and well, she knew something about hippie stuff like astrology and exotic plants! One day she was wandering around my garden (…I think she was looking for some where to plant some of her more `exotic` plants!) in just a pair of the tightest shorts and the skimpiest top you have ever seen when she felt a pair of eyes upon her, these eyes belonged to the very disapproving Mrs. TB! Mrs. TB came to the fence and started to berate my friend about the state of the garden and, this was a big mistake on Mrs. TB’s part, about the state of her clothing!

Chloe stood there and listened, her beautiful blue eyes studied Mrs TB as she continued to speak and finally Chloe said, `You are a Virgo aren’t you? `. Mrs TB suddenly shut up and then replied that, yes she was a Virgo but what did that have to do with anything? My friend Chloe calmly proceeded to tell Mrs. TB that she was a typical Virgo, a finicky perfectionist trying to bring order to other peoples lives by nagging and being a pain in the ass!

Chloe then said she should let her hair down (…in a literal and emotional sense!) and see that the world is not perfect and run to an orderly schedule and that she should make more friends, to learn to live in harmony with her neighbours. Mrs. TB replied that she had all the friends she needed, especially with all the voluntary work that she did and anyway her neighbour (i.e. me!) was obnoxious!

Chloe replied that Mrs. TB shouldn’t be so shy and anyway, she said (…I hope she was referring to me and not to Mrs. TB’s other neighbour, a seventy-six year old man!) your neighbour may be obnoxious but he sure can fuck! I think it was this last remark that made Mrs. TB turn purple and storm off!

Though I have to recount another incident that didn’t exactly please Mr. and Mrs. TB. Imagine it’s a Sunday afternoon, the weather is hot outside but in your bed you just happen to have an equally hot and completely sex mad, Karma Sutra experienced, hippie chick named Chloe (…yes, she from number sixty-nine again!) who just wants to suck and fuck your brains out! So what does a man do? He gives this hippie chick what she wants…but unfortunately just when the Templeton-Bush family are out side in their garden! From what I could gather from a friend who lived across the road, who could also hear and see what was going on, the rising crescendo of feminine screams and masculine shouts of impending orgasmic release went on and on and on while the Templeton-Bush’s mowed the lawn and tended to their flower beds, trying in a very British way to ignore the screams and shouts of sexual frenzy!

The Templeton-Bush’s were very fond of their garden; especially the back garden, which I must admit, was something to see. A neat lawn surrounded by flowerbeds, a gazebo and a water feature, straight out of `Garden Force` it was. Each flower bed was immaculately trimmed, and woe betide a weed that wanted to grow there, many a time I had seen Mr. and Mrs. TB on their hands and knees weeding away. Usually this weeding was accompanied by Mrs. TB nagging away at Mr. TB, telling him to be more diligent in his weeding as Mrs. TB, from two metres away, could spot if he had missed one! That poor man must have suffered but still, he must have enjoyed some reward?

My jungle of a garden was next to their immaculate garden, separated by a high wooden fence so they could not see it and I think everything would have been fine except for the `tree`! Now the `tree` was old and over the years the branches had grown and were now over hanging the fence. Instead of asking me to cut the branches back I actually had a solicitor’s letter telling me to cut the offending branches back or face further action!

The cheek of it! I was fuming and do you know what I did? I invited some of my more raucous friends round for an impromptu BBQ in my garden where we proceeded to drink copious amounts of lager and eat large amounts of flame grilled burgers. Well, I say flame grilled but I think we did something wrong with the charcoal as all we seemed to do was produce a veritable smokescreen that drifted across the fence into next door! Was it my fault that the Templeton-Bush’s were out for the day and had left their washing out to dry…and had left the upstairs windows open as well…and so when they came home they found all their clean fresh clothes and their bedrooms smelling of smoke and burgers?

But according to the Environmental Health Officer from the council, who came round the next day, it was my fault and I was therefore banned from any further BBQ’s! And I had a further solicitor’s letter informing that if the tree wasn’t cut back by the date of the August Bank Holiday, which the letter informed me was the date of Mrs TB’s birthday and her `birthday garden party` I would be in serious trouble…again!

And so the day of the August Bank Holiday came around and I woke early because this was the day I was finally going to cut the branches back. During the weeks leading up to the Bank Holiday I knew that the Templeton-Bush’s had been watching me every day to see if I would give in to their threats of court action. So every day therefore I would walk into the garden with my tools, look up at the tree…and smile and walk back to my house!

But I had no desire to get involved with a stupid court action and so today was the day for me to get my `chopper` out and trim the branches back!

One problem was that, though it would have been easier to trim the branches from the Templeton-Bush’s garden, my stupid pride prevented me from asking permission to work in their garden. Therefore I had to climb the bloody tree and do a Tarzan impersonation and swing from branch to branch.

So here I was, at nine o’clock on a bright sunny August Bank Holiday Monday, standing in my garden, surveying which branches need to be removed when I heard Mr. TB talking to his wife, telling her that he would be gone till two o’clock. In reply I heard Mrs. TB giving Mr. TB a list of do’s and don’ts on where to go, what to buy and woe betide him if he was late! I shook my head in disbelief, there she goes again, nag nag nag!

Have I described her yet? This Mrs. Templeton-Bush who ordered her husband around like a servant and fired off solicitors letters to her ever so nice neighbour? I hate to say this but I did find her attractive in a funny sort of way. But you have heard of dressing to impress? Well, Mrs. TB dressed to depress! Dowdy, out of fashion, long sleeved, long skirted dresses were the order of the day for Mrs. TB. Even while working in the garden she wore either trousers or voluminous baggy shorts and I have never once seen her in jeans. But I did wonder what lay beneath the surface of her boring clothes and clunky shoes? I thought that Mrs. TB was maybe in her late thirties, she had heavy blonde hair that was always done up in a severe bun. A slim figure with quite nice looking breasts and as for the legs, the only part of her legs that I could see were her ankles and calves and all I can say is that they were slim and shapely.

It’s a good job that I am quite fit because clambering up that tree was hard work, lumbered as I was with saws and stuff. I expected Mrs. TB to be in her garden, watching me with a triumphant look on her face but she was nowhere to be seen; I presumed she was in the house getting everything perfect for her perfect birthday party! Everyone, bar me that is, was invited to this grand occasion, Mrs. TB did a lot of voluntary work in the community and therefore people like the local Vicar would be making an appearance.

I had decided to start at the top and trim my way down the blasted tree so I climbed and climbed. I was hidden amongst the leafy branches and I was soon dripping sweat even though I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Reaching the top I took a breather and rested on a large branch that seemed able to take my weight. I looked out from my leafy vantage point and surveyed the neighbourhood and as I twisted round a movement caught my eye from an upstairs window in Mrs. TB’s house.

Well, to be precise from what I presumed was Mrs. TB’s bedroom window because she was standing with her back to the window…in just her underwear! Now, I have seen a woman in her underwear before and am not usually nonplussed by the sight but this…this was totally unexpected! Totally unexpected in that if someone asked me to describe Mrs. TB’s underwear I would have hazarded a guess that she would be wearing a bra in the whitest of white cotton with no lace and plain cotton knickers the size of Belgium! But boy, was I wrong! The sight before me was of a shapely attractive body in the blackest, skimpiest, sexiest set of underwear that I had seen in a long time! Now, I have had some practice in the purchasing of, the giving as a present of and the removal of ladies underwear and therefore I could see, even from a distance, that Mrs. TB’s black bra and knickers were expensive, possibly silk?

As you can imagine the sight before had me totally transfixed in a mixture of amazement and, I have to admit, growing lust! So there I was, up in a tree, watching my neighbour in her undies, with my cock growing as stiff, as `wooden`, as the branch I was carefully perched on. But there was a problem! When a man gets an erection it’s usually a quite pleasurable occurrence, something to enjoy…except when you are up a tree and the said erection is awkwardly confined in your shorts! So, without taking my eyes of Mrs. TB as she was now leaning forward, examining something on her bed I suppose, but presenting me with the sight of her black knickered bottom sticking out as if to say `spank me` I let go my grip on the branch and reached down to make `Sir` (…`Sir` if you remember the name given to my cock!) to lie more comfortable.

I blame the heat myself, making my hands sweaty and slippery because once I had rearranged my tackle I reached out to grip the branch again and yes, I should’ve also taken my eyes of Mrs. TB’s arse as well and looked at what I was doing but I didn’t…and so I missed the branch! With one hand flailing into space I lost my balance, lost the branch I was holding onto with my other hand and with a despairing scream fell of the branch! The sound of me hitting each and every branch as I fell was accompanied by a loud `Ouch! ` each time but luckily hitting every branch slowed my fall until I finally hit the ground with a loud thud!

So there I lay, looking up at the sky and wondering when the angels would come to take my poor broken body to heaven when, instead of an angel standing over me, Mrs. TB came into view. Now here I will offer up some defence for my later actions. If Mrs. TB had shown an ounce of sympathy or concern for my predicament I would have thanked her and everything would have been fine. But she didn’t…instead I heard the following…

``You stupid man! Look what you have done! My prize roses! You will pay for this! `

Let me explain where I had fallen, not that I had much choice in the matter, but I had fallen right smack in the middle of one of her immaculately maintained rose beds. I felt thorns sticking in some very sensitive areas and rose petals were continuing to flutter down from the blooms I had knocked flat. But I hardly felt the thorns that impaled me because something snapped (…luckily it had not been my neck!) and a red mist came over me as I lay there, slowly recovering my senses and staring up at Mrs. TB as she continued to berate me and scold me in the same tone of voice that she used on her husband! All the months of living next door to her, the solicitor’s letters and now her disregard for me, lying there in her flower bed, possibly injured, came to the boil…but all she could think about was her f**king roses!

With a loud groan I staggered to my feet and stood in front of her, swaying as I gingerly felt if anything was broken. Remember I was just wearing t-shirt and shorts? Well, they had taken a something of a battering on the way down and now were nothing but tatters hanging of me. Now, the question is `would I have acted the same as I did if I hadn’t seen Mrs. TB in her bedroom, in just her sexy black knickers? `. Well, I don’t know. All I know is that as I stood there my eyes were running up and down Mrs. TB’s body, images of her earlier display sending electrical signals from my brains to my nether regions! I suppose in her rush to see what the noise was she had grabbed the first thing she could find to cover herself, which was a dressing gown, she hadn’t even had a chance to fasten it, she was holding it tightly closed with both hands. But because she was holding it tightly closed the dressing gown revealed and accentuated her figure and as I knew what was underneath the said dressing gown I felt my cock grow and grow!

``You will of course finish of the job, you seem alright now. I want the branches cut back before the party! You hear! And you will give me something in recompense for the damage you have caused by your bumbling incompetence! ` I heard Mrs. TB say.

I agree that my next action was not the action I would normally take but I could blame the fall, I did bang my head didn’t I? Or it could have been the heat? Or it could have been the large erection I was now sporting! A combination of all three maybe?

But whatever the cause I replied to Mrs. TB by reaching for my tattered t-shirt and pulling at it until it fell away in rags around me. And then my shorts were followed! Can you imagine what Mrs. TB was thinking at that moment? Here she was in her own garden and suddenly a hairy wild man had replaced her annoying, untidy neighbour! A sweaty hairy wild man with absolutely no clothes on, his hair sticking up and full of leaves, twigs and rose petals adorning his body! And as her eyes slowly dropped, a wild man with an enormous erection…an erection that to her, seemed to be growing larger!

I suppose I could plead temporary insanity or blame the concussion that I was possibly suffering from for the later events? But at the time I knew what I wanted to do and so I took a step forward, towards Mrs. TB…and she took a step back. I moved forward again, she moved backwards, never taking her eyes from my engorged cock; maybe `Sir` was leading me so to speak?

``I’m going to give you something my dear Mrs. TB for the damage I have caused to your precious flowerbed. Something that you will remember for a long time! ` I said as I advanced towards her. I think it was the implications of what I was to `give` her that caused her to emit a little squeal and turn round and run towards the house. As she turned I lunged forward but could only grab the sash that was dangling from her dressing gown, Mrs. TB pulled away and left me standing there holding this sash. With a loud menacing growl I took of after the now running Mrs. TB and yes, if anyone was watching it must have been quite a sight! A normally smart and respectable Mrs. Templeton –Bush, clad only in a dressing gown and her underwear being chased by a naked man in her own garden!

I just about reached Mrs. TB as she attempted to close the back door in my face but try as she might she couldn’t quite get the door closed and so, as I pushed, the door slowly opened. Suddenly Mrs. TB let go of the door and ran away through the kitchen, I stumbled in after her and stopped for a second, shutting the door quietly behind me.

Now, I must stress here that this was not my normal behaviour, I do not chase my neighbours into their houses and I certainly don’t spend time in their houses naked…except for that occasion with the lovely Chloe at number sixty-nine! Now she is hot, a very beautiful woman! You know she had me naked within minutes of entering her house, ostensibly to discuss a book club she wanted me to join? Then she was dragging me upstairs telling me that she wanted me to…No! I digress, that story I will tell later!

Mrs. TB’s kitchen was what you would expect from her, very neat and tidy, nothing out of place and everything in its place! The place was sparkling and I wondered if she ever did any cooking in there, the place was spotless! But the kitchen held my attention for only mere seconds as I felt my cock twitch in anticipation and so I left the kitchen in pursuit of my hostess, Mrs. TB! The layout of the house was the same was mine and so I peeped in the dining room first but nothing was in there except a dining room table and chairs straight out of a catalogue, not a speck of dust to be seen!

As I stood in the hall I heard a voice coming from the next room, what I call the living room but some of you more posh people might call it something different; maybe the parlour? I stood in the doorway of this room, my toes curling into the plush heavy carpet as I looked around. Across the pristine carpet, (…I bet they had to take their shoes off in this house!) a telephone line snaked towards the back of the sofa. Now, I would call any man a liar if he didn’t feel the same as I did at what was peeping out from behind the sofa! Mrs. TB was hiding behind the sofa, or so she thought she was but unfortunately for her, her delicious bottom was on view! Her dressing gown had ridden up and I reached down and stroked my cock as I drank in the sight her bottom clad in those black silk panties.

``Cyril! Cyril! Pick up the phone! He’s here in the house…and…and he’s covered in leaves and twigs! What am I to do? Cyril! ` was what I heard emanating from behind the sofa; luckily for me Mrs. TB was trying to contact her husband Cyril, instead of the police! `` Cyril! What have I told you about not answering your phone! Wait until you get home! Cyril, he has a much bigger thingy than you! Cyril, what should I do…? `. I smiled to myself as even now Mrs. TB was nagging away at poor old Cyril!

I reached down and pulled at the telephone line and, with a little cry of despair from behind the sofa, the telephone came tumbling out. I placed the telephone neatly onto the dust free little table next to the dust free television and I stood there, leaves, twigs and rose petals falling of me to flutter onto the carpet.

``Do you mind? You are making an awful mess! ` came a voice from behind the sofa. I turned my head to see Mrs. TB’s face peering from around the corner of the sofa! See? She always has the knack of saying the most infuriating things! There I was, standing naked in her house and she admonishes me for making a mess! A red veil descended and I strode over to the sofa and pulled it away from the wall and as I did Mrs. TB sprang up and attempted to run away but this time I was too quick for her. She squealed as I pulled her to me and I held her tight against me and yes, it did feel good having her wriggling against me I can tell you! I then realised that I was still carrying the sash from her dressing gown that was now gaping open in a very enticing way, revealing that I had been right; she was wearing black silk undies! I pulled her arms tight behind her and looped the sash around her wrists, making a rough but effective knot. So there I was, in Mrs TB’s house, me naked, she in just her underwear and she with her arms tied behind her back…and she was at my mercy!

There was a big chair behind me and so I backed towards it, pulling the struggling Mrs. TB with me. I literally fell into the chair pulling her with me, the cool leather certainly felt good against my hot and scratched bottom. But I don’t think that Mrs. TB felt the same way as she found herself across my lap, my erect cock sticking up into her tummy!

I took the opportunity to take a breather here and I suppose I should’ve have come to my senses but seeing as that, as she had fallen across my lap, Mrs. TB’s dressing gown had almost fallen off her, thus revealing her body to my hungry lustful eyes I didn’t, unfortunately for her, come to my senses! Once I had a close up view of that bottom, a few scant inches from my eyes I was completely lost and nothing but nothing would stop me from giving Mrs. Templeton-Bush her `birthday present`!

I reached out and smoothed away the wrinkles and creases from the knickers that encased Mrs. TB’s bottom, at the touch of hand she stiffened but surprisingly didn’t make a sound. This intrigued me but also infuriated me and so, to elicit a response I raised my hand and then SPANK! The resounding, satisfying (…well, to me anyway!) sound of hand connecting with buttock was greeted with only a small squeak from Mrs. TB! What the hell, I thought to myself? Had I lost my strength in the fall? So I did it again, but harder…SPANK! Again, another little squeak but this time followed by a little sigh…of pleasure? No, that could not be right I thought to myself! I was supposed to be punishing her remember? I then started to spank Mrs. TB’s bottom in earnest, alternately spanking each buttock, watching as her buttocks quivered and shook with each impact. But instead of tears and cries for me to stop I was met with moans and squeals that I came increasingly to recognise as sounds of pleasure!

Remember that lady I mentioned earlier, Chloe, from number sixty-nine? Well, she liked to have her bottom spanked while dressed as a schoolgirl and so I certainly recognised the sounds that Mrs. TB made!

I stopped and slumped back in the chair, my hand smarting from the severe spanking I had just administered. Bugger me! Do you know what the respectable Mrs. TB said? ``Don’t stop now! I want more! You spank so much better than the Vicar and his wife! `.

I have to admit that at first I thought the fall from the tree had been more severe than I had thought and that I was now hearing things but Mrs. TB turned her head to me and said, ``Pull my knickers down you brute and spank my naughty bare ass! `. So I did!

Feverishly I pulled her knickers down, leaving them as a black band of silk around her thighs and do you know what? She was as wet and as slick as a turned on woman can be! Her pussy was positively streaming juices as she pushed her ass up higher, offering herself to be spanked harder! As I spanked away Mrs. TB kept urging me on, ``Oh yes! That’s nice! Oooh! That one stung! Again! Harder! I wish the Vicar’s wife could see this, she would be so jealous! Ouch! That was a good one! Wait until I tell Millicent about you, she will want you to visit the vicarage for one of her afternoon soirees! `. As I looked down at Mrs. TB’s rapidly reddening bottom I noticed how her legs had spread wider, offering me a good view of her trimmed pussy that looked so inviting!

Finally I had to stop, Mrs. TB had worn my arm out and I slumped back, staring up at the ceiling in wonderment at the turn of events! When she realised that I had finally stopped Mrs. TB wriggled and slid from my lap and suddenly when I looked down she was kneeling between my legs, pushing against me, urging me to spread my legs wider. Still with her hands tied behind her back she lunged forward hungrily, leaning down to literally engulf my cock in her mouth, sucking noisily and making gurgling sounds as she bobbed up and down! I moved my hands to her hair and tugged and her hair came cascading down from the bun that had looked so severe and so neat earlier. I plunged my hands into her hair and revelled in the silkiness of it and pulled her head down further onto my straining cock. Now this would turn on any man to the point of flooding her mouth with his cum and I was no exception but I wanted something more and so I pulled Mrs. TB’s head away from my cock. And do you know, it was a struggle! That woman would have swallowed my cock if she could have and as I finally pulled her away she turned her hungry eyes up to look at me, a line of saliva still joining her lips to my cock.

``Tell me about the Vicar and his wife! ` I demanded as I stood up, pulling her to her feet as well. As Mrs. TB started to talk I pulled her with me, out of the room towards the stairs. As we walked, or I walked, she hobbled at first until her black knickers slowly slid down her legs until she finally kicked them away, she told me something about the Vicar and his wife!

Mrs. Templeton-Bush, in a terribly posh English voice, told me a tale of suburban sex

romps in the vicarage between herself, the Vicar and his wife. How they had started last year, exactly to the day she said, on her birthday. Mrs. TB had gone to the vicarage to help the Vicar’s wife, Millicent, prepare a stall for the local jumble sale. They had been sorting out various bags of clothing etc when they had come across a bag that contained various items of bondage gear including PVC outfits, a paddle, a riding crop and various sizes of rubber dildos!

Now both Mrs. TB and the Vicar’s wife were old friends from way back, it had taken them a long time to overcome their natural Virgo shyness and become firm friends. Again, both being Virgos they had inquisitive minds and so the stall for the jumble sale was soon forgotten as they examined and `tested` each item in the bag! When we reached the top of the stairs Mrs. TB finished her story by telling me that the Vicar had walked in on them after choir practice! She said that she had been naked, bent over the back of the sofa while Millicent, the Vicar’s wife had been wearing a PVC corset and boots and was sliding a twelve inch black dildo in and out of her dripping cunt! I knew the staid Vicar and his prim wife by sight only and the picture that Mrs. TB had painted for me of that day made me think twice about labelling people by looks alone! Especially when Mrs. TB told me that the day had finished with the Vicar taking her up the ass followed by his wife, Millicent, while wearing a PVC `gimp` suit!

As you can imagine the relaying of such a tale as we ascended the stairs in Mrs. TB’s home kept my cock twitching in anticipation, especially as I still had Mrs. TB tied up and in a near state of complete nakedness! Now in my defence here I must say that I offered to untie Mrs TB but she politely refused and said she was quite comfortable. I also asked her which was her bedroom and she politely informed me that it was the second door on the left.

Is this sounding as surreal as it seemed at the time? Remember I had come into this house with one intention, that intention being to teach Mrs. TB some manners and to give her a `present` she would never forget for her birthday! But events had taken a course that had my head spinning but also had my cock, still wet from Mrs. TB’s mouth, as rigid as flag pole! And so here I was, naked, bruised and scratched with my head aching standing with Mrs. Virginia Templeton-Bush, in front of her bedroom door…and you know something? I felt absolutely fucking wonderful!

We entered the bedroom and the first you noticed was, like the rest of the house, everything was so tidy! The bed was made, no clothes were lying on the floor and no draws or wardrobe doors were open. Now I took all this in within a second of walking in but my attention was soon elsewhere as Mrs. TB stood in front of me and asked, ever so politely, if I could be a help and strip her naked! At this moment I did sort of wonder who was in control here? Was I the same `brute` who had come here with the intention, well, lets not beat around the bush here (…no pun intended!), to give Mrs Templeton-Bush my cock as a birthday present! Or was she now in control?

I sort of resolved the issue by grabbing and pulling at the dressing gown she wore, effectively stripping her of it by literally tearing it from her body! She was pulled hither and thither as the dressing gown came apart in my rough and urgent hands but the only sounds she made were of pleasure! She squealed and cried for me to stop but when I had finished she was almost purring.

And her bra, I hear you ask, what happened to that? Well, I had noticed a pair of scissors on her very neat and orderly dressing table and so I held the scissors up in front of her face and I was glad to see a hint of fear in her eyes. I smiled the most evil smile I could manage and cut, first one bra strap and then the other. My hands reached out of their own free will and pushed that very sexy black bra up and over her tits where upon I spun her round and unclipped her bra and tossed it over my shoulder!

I spun her back round to feast my eyes on her really nice tits, which had very prominent and very biteable nipples, when she said something that again brought another surreal element to the situation. (I should say now before I relay what happened next that, I later discovered that this was trait of a Virgo, a desire for tidiness and order).

``Could you be a dear and tidy up before we…umm, you know…do it? ` as she said this her eyes were surveying the remains of her dressing gown lying in rags around her feet and her bra which, after I had flung it away, had ended up hanging from a lamp shade!

Here she was, Mrs. Virginia Templeton-Bush, hands tied behind her back, stark naked, in her bedroom with a naked man sporting a large, pre-cum leaking, erection…and she was concerned about `tidiness`!!! What else could I do but growl in anger, spin her round and push her face down onto her immaculately made bed so her ass was at the just the right angle! Just the right angle that is for me position myself behind her, take a firm grip of my cock and push my throbbing rod of flesh against her cunt, her dripping wet cunt that is!

I hope that any lingering thoughts that Mrs. TB had of `tidiness` were dispelled the instant she felt the head of my cock against her cunt because if she didn’t then I am definitely going to retire and become a monk! But I suppose the sounds she started to make as I slowly slid into her welcoming cunt, the sighs of pleasure, the cries of `Oooooh! `, meant that she had stopped thinking of anything else but my cock and me!

The woman under me, the woman on the end of my hard driving, penetrating cock was not the Mrs. Templeton-Bush that I had grown to know and dislike! No, this woman was someone I could grow to like! By the way I hastily untied the sash from her dressing gown so that she could more easily move under me. I did this because she was trying valiantly to push herself back, wanting to impale herself on my cock. Once I had untied she turned her head to look at me and, blushing ever so prettily, begged me to go faster, to fuck harder! And so I did!

But the neatly made bed soon became very rumpled as we fucked harder and harder, she was pulling at the duvet in her passion and desire for release. Do you know I was quite proud of myself in that I didn’t cum within the first few strokes, so excited was I with the whole situation! Here I must say with some pride though that Mrs. TB did cum…at least twice to my reckoning due to the screams and yells she was emitting! Oh, and the cunt juices that seemed to flood from her and wash my pounding cock also seemed to indicate that she had cum!

Have I mentioned what I was doing with my fingers and thumbs yet? No? Well, I was pulling apart her ass cheeks and drooling at the sight of her puckered ass hole. I was pressing my thumbs against this tight and inviting little bud, this gateway to heaven! As my thumbs pressed deeper, eventually a thumb popped into her ass hole and Mrs. TB greeted this penetration with such a wail that I thought I had hurt her but in fact she then turned to head to look at me and cried, ` Put your cock in my ass! Bugger me silly! `.

That is an invitation I don’t need repeating twice I can tell you! As I pulled my throbbing cock from Mrs. TB’s cunt it was if she tried to hold me within her, the walls of her cunt were gripping me and I marvelled at the sight of her pink flesh around my cock. I finally pulled out with a lovely squishy noise, my cock glistening with her frothy juices. Mrs TB slumped down onto her bed, her upper body flat, her hands balled into fists as she gripped tight the duvet, while she lewdly pushed her ass up in the air.

I took a second to savour the moment. My body know longer ached from the fall but did ache for a different reason and only flooding Mrs. TB with copious amounts of cum would cure this new ache! I leaned forward to present my cock to Mrs. TB’s inviting bud, holding my cock, feeling how deliciously slick it was from the juices from her sopping wet cunt. Even though I had opened her bud up a little with my intrusive thumbs Mrs. TB was still very tight and I had push and push just to get the bulbous head of my cock inside her ring of muscle! It was such an erotic and sensual sight though as the head of my cock pressed against her, squashed tight into her ass hole until with a cry from Mrs. TB I slid inside!

Now, believe me, when I say that I had to exercise extreme concentration to prevent exploding inside her at the very moment my cock entered her ass hole. Remember I had seen her in just her black silk lingerie, I had entered her home with the intention of raping her as an act of revenge, I had spanked her in anger, she had greedily sucked my cock after the spanking, she had told me such a sexy tale involving the Vicar and his wife and then I had fucked her? And so the result was…I fucking desperate to CUM!

I did manage a few strokes though, my cock held prisoner inside the tight walls of her ass, but then I felt it building and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My muscles started to tense up, the blood in my veins was boiling, every nerve ending screamed for release! With my hands gripping Mrs. TB’s hips and pulling her body tight against me I surrendered to the onrushing climax that swept me and up to such a peak that I felt ten feet tall!

Spurt after spurt of hot cum jetted from my cock to flood Mrs. TB’s bowels. I shouted loudly in joyous release as at that moment it felt as if my whole body was emptying inside her ass hole, so intense was the sheer pleasure that swept through my body. Mrs. TB joined me in shouting for joy as unbeknownst to me she had been busy with her fingers while I had been fucking her ass. Frantically rubbing her clit and pulling at her cunt lips so as to combine the feeling of being stuffed in the ass with cock with a shuddering orgasm! But she didn’t just cum…she gushed! A veritable flood of her cum and juices poured out to soak her fingers, her hands and the duvet!

We both finally collapsed on to the bed, our breathing slowly coming back to normal as the tremors and after shocks of pleasure pulsed through our sweat soaked bodies. As I lay there, the aches and pains from my fall from the tree forgotten, I thought that maybe after this I would be regarded as a good neighbour!

And you know, I think will be a good neighbour now because as Mrs. TB lay beneath me, my slowly wilting cock still trapped in her ass hole, she said `` Do you think you will be able to finish cutting back the branches before my birthday party…and do something about the flower bed you fell into? Oh, I will have to really rush to get ready now, to clean downstairs and to change this bedding before my guests arrive! The Vicar and his wife can’t abide having an orgy on a rumpled bed you know! Oh, and you will of course come to my party…but you will smarten yourself up? And please bring that nice girl, Chloe with you! I am so glad that we have broken the ice so to speak, you see being a Virgo means that I am shy but now after, how shall I put it, `getting` to know you? I feel we will become good friends! `.

As she continued to prattle on I groaned but smiled at the prospect of the party to come…

Grahame

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