Moving House The Follow Up

Both Mum and I knew that deep down Roger didn't really want to sell-up, so after a very long discussion it was agreed that the three of us would convert the house into 3 apartments, Roger could then stay put and rent out the other two in order to supplement his pension. For convenience Mum and I decided to stay at Roger's place whilst the conversion took place, not that there was much to do, a few partition walls here and an extra kitchen and toilet in the part where Roger was going to live was all that was really required plus all the necessary rewiring of course.

We all got along very well, Mum especially but being young I did not to pay too much attention to him, although my thoughts did wander at times, usually late at night when Mum and Roger, thinking I was asleep would get it together, but quiet frequently I would hear the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom down the hall.

Compared to my petite size 8 body, Roger is a big guy, standing about 6 foot tall, with piercing hazel brown eyes and a friendly smile that stretched from ear to ear. For an oldie he was also in good shape too, the only real sign that he was in his late 50's was his balding skull and the whitest hair that formed his sideburns.

My lust for Roger started one hot sultry evening, he was busy trimming the beech hedges nearby and since it was so close and humid he had stripped down to his waist. As I said he was a big man with just a moderate thickening at the waist, I supposed working around the house and gardens helped him to keep fit.

The sight of Roger's upper torso sprinkled with trimmings sent a shiver down my spine. From his neck to the top of his shorts, his whole upper torso was covered with a thick mat of peppered hair. It seemed that the only part's of Roger's body that were smooth, was the top of his head and his legs below the knees.

I forced myself not to stare at him as I sat out on the patio. I tried my best but I still found myself looking at him every chance I got, even though I felt guilty about it. As I watched his muscular torso ripple as he swept over the hedge with the trimmer, I pictured him and Mum together, as perverted as that may sound, and the thought of my Mum underneath him as they made love made me feel somewhat jealous.

With the evening drawing in and having at last killed the high pitched scream of the trimmer Roger begun to rake up the trimmings that was until he spotted me lounging on the patio.

"How about giving an old man a hand here, before it gets too dark," Roger shouted as I tried to avert my stare.

"OK, let me go and put some old clothes on, then I'll give you a hand," I quickly replied.

Running out into the garden I came to a sudden halt for there not 10 feet in front of me stood Roger, I'm not sure whether is was seeing Roger's cock hanging down between his legs, or the fact that his whole genital area was devoid of hair but either way I gave a piecing scream.

"Woops Sorry," muttered Roger quickly turning away from me. "A couple of twigs or dried leaves were digging into my crutch, making things a bit uncomfortable," he continued to say.

Now I'm no prude and I may have seen bigger, but for an old man Roger was well endowed to say the least. Picturing what that cock might look like when it was erect made me suddenly very horny. I hurried away, picked up the rake and began piling up the leaves, hoping that I hadn't been as obvious as I feared. Still, the image of Roger's naked manhood stayed in my mind the whole time I was busy with the rake.

Soon it came time to bag up the leaves; grabbing a refuse bag I held it open ready for Roger to start piling in the debris. I could smell the musky aroma coming from him as he stood next to me and when his arm touched my skin it felt like an electric shock had passed through me. Following a sharp intake of breath I felt my nipples harden up and a squirt of something dribble out of my pussy.

"Jesus, what's this man doing to me," I asked myself struggling to hold the sack still whilst Roger kept piling in the leaves. And so it went on, every contact between us sent a shiver through my body until I could stand it no longer.

"Roger...can you finish off I've just got to have a pee" I mumbled.

"No problem, we'll both hop over the fence and have one, that's of course if it's OK with you."

What could I say, following him to a break in the fence, we then entered the field, where he went one way I the other; whereas Roger made no attempt to hide himself, I found a small group of bushes to squat behind. As my shaking hands reached my pubes I knew this was something that wasn't going away, so I fingered my clit hoping to make quick work of it. Turning slightly, I could see Roger standing there, his hairy body glistening with sweat, his held cock so long and proud, as a gentle stream of piss bathed the undergrowth.

Do you think I could relieve my frustrations, could I hell, even with Roger back at work nothing was forth coming, that's not true, there was plenty of waterworks but very little else, eventually I just gave up and rejoined Roger and the leaf clearing.

"Mighty strong perfume you've got on" muttered Roger as we worked together.

True the perfume I had put on that morning was a bit potent, but was Roger smelling the scent of sexual arousal, I know us woman do give off certain pheromones when we're aroused but could he be detecting this from his own pungent odour and that of newly cut leaves. Roger's comments had left me worried so with the tiding up almost completed I asked if I could be the first to shower.

"Sure, but make sure you leave some water for me, I know what you ladies are like," said Roger as I quickly hurried away.

Turning on the shower, I made sure the water was on the cool side for I needed my nipples to be erect for what was about to follow, grabbing the shower head I turned the head to pulse then played the cool staccato of water over my nipples, as each nipple firmed up it felt as if tiny arrows were trying to puncture my skin, with the temperature about right I turned the shower fully on, it hurt like hell at first but it felt so good.

With my nipples suitably punished I very slowly moved the shower head down my body, until it was hitting my aching pussy. Reaching down I spread my pussy lips with one hand whilst the other moved the shower head over my pubes. The minute the water hit my clit, it made my whole body shudder; the more I let it hit my clit, the more I felt an orgasm waiting to burst from me.

Soon my thoughts were about Roger, having his lips nibbling and sucking at my clit, his warm hairy arms wrapped around my legs as his tongue delved deep into my pussy. Subconsciously I let out a soft moan... "Roger, please...please make me cum." I moved the shower head faster and faster thinking of his hot lips nibbling at my clit. "Oh my god, make me cum!!!!! That's right suck, no bite my clit," I moaned. How I kept the jets of water on my clit as my body shook with orgasm I'll never know. The staccato of water continued to hit on my clit deepening my orgasm eventually I was forced to drop the shower head.

With trembling legs I lent against the wall of the shower, my whole body was shaking yet I wasn't satisfied, I wanted more. I took the shower head and again I let it pulsate on my pussy. The feeling that went through me when the water hit almost made me cum instantly. Docking the shower head I reached for the soap and shower brush. I began washing the inner lips of my pussy and the handle of the brush with soap, after I had soaped up its round ridges I was trying hard to relax as I slowly inserted the handle into my cunt. Soon I felt myself sufficiently relaxed to prod a little farther. "Oh fuck" I moaned. A little at a time, ridge by ridge I slid the handle deeper and deeper into my body.

Each ridge turned to pleasure the deeper I when until I could go no further. Here I started fucking myself, slowly at first then faster and faster. Wanting more I aimed the shower head at my nipples. The jets of water again felt like tiny arrows. Faster and faster I fucked my pussy..... My body was on fire, I needed to cum. Taking the shower head out of its holder I aimed it at my clit, within seconds another orgasm hit me.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! I'm CUMMING." This time my orgasm seemed to last forever.

Still shaking, I slowly pulled the makeshift dildo out of my cunt, as each ridge slipped past my vaginal muscles my body gave a little jerk. With shaking legs I slowly slid down the shower wall and came to rest on the floor where I stayed for several minutes, thinking about what I had just done.

"Come on, what's the hells keeping you" shouted Roger through the locked door.

Ensuring the coast was clear I ran naked into my bedroom, turned on the radio and finished drying myself before sliding under the sheet. Turning on the light, I decided to read a magazine before going to sleep. As I read, I heard the bathroom door close, and the shower being turned on.

It was difficult to read with my mind so busy, thinking of things I had no right to think about. Without thinking my hand went to my clit, which was still erect and tender from my earlier onslaught, even so I began slowly stroking myself. Taking little interest from the magazine I pushed my fingers into my pussy astonished at how wet I had become just thinking of Roger. Soon my heart was racing and sweat beaded up on my forehead. I heard Roger go into Mum's bedroom and let out a sigh of relief. This relief however was short-lived, because I heard footsteps once again. Footsteps that got closer and closer until they stopped just outside my door.

"Helen?" Roger said softly as he knocked lightly on the door. "Are you still awake?"

I quickly slipped on a vest before I answered, letting Roger know it was OK to come in, the door opened up slowly. Roger was wearing just a towel wrapped around his waist, and was holding a tube of something in his hand.

"Helen, I've got a deep scratch somewhere on my back, be a luv and put some cream on for me," he said, "It really stung when I showered. I your Mums' asleep and I don't want to wake her up just for this."

I was somewhat hypnotised by sight of Roger reaching back over his head to feel the abrasion. It was incredibly erotic to see his body up so close, I shook myself out of my daze as he sat down with his back towards me. With shaky hands I squeezed out some ointment and wiped it into the scrape hidden deep in his pelt.

"Ah, that's great," Roger said as my oiled fingers rubbed through the coarse fur to cover the scratches. "I really miss my wife at times like this, as well as all the other times," he added with a chuckle.

After I finished I rearranged the sheet over me to hide the fact that not only was I totally naked below the waist but his presence was causing me to become highly aroused. Roger turned slightly then leaned back against the headboard and began conversing with me.

We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I tried not to look at him as we chatted. It was a rather benign conversation at first, but somehow along the way the topics changed, and we were getting much more personal.

"Your Mum and me, we're really hitting it off," he said. "I guess you know that, but we try to keep it quiet, you know? She's a great woman, and she's really... passionate, if you get my meaning. Hope me saying this doesn't bother you, does it?"

I told him that it was alright, although by now the shower I had taken was a distant memory, as perspiration was pouring out of me. The fact that he was such an intimidating presence was not lost on either of us, and it seemed he enjoyed the dominance he had over me, both physically and mentally.

As we talked Roger went deeper and deeper into his life, how he and his wife were part of the first generation of hippies, when free love and the smoking of pot was a safer option than it is today.

I mumbled a reply, not ready to tell Roger about the limited experiences I had, and beginning to wonder where this conversation was headed. I didn't have long to wait to find out.

"Since we're getting to be almost like family, can I tell you something confidentially," Roger asked. "I mean, without you telling your Mum or anything?"

"Sure."

"Same goes with me," Roger said. "Anything you say to me stays with me. I promise. Well, early this spring whilst on the way back from Bristol I picked up this hippie. Well at first I thought it was a girl, well you know, long flowing hair, tight ass and a trim body but it turned out to be a bloke."

"He was a nice enough chap," Roger continued. "I ended up driving him up north about 30 miles, and when I stopped the car on a road just off the exit, the kid thank me for the ride and tells me that he doesn't have any money but wanted to thank me for the ride. Guess what he says next."

"Dunno," I said meekly.

"He asks me if I wanted my cock sucked," Roger said leaning on me. "Can you imagine that?"

"Bloody hell," I uttered.

"Know what I did?" Roger asked then continued, "It had been so long anybody had done that to me so I let him" Roger said, the silence that followed was oppressive as Roger looked at me for my reaction.

"Yeah," Roger went on. "I pulled out my cock and this bloke sucked me off. Pretty good too. Just like my wife use to and he didn't even blink when I shot my load down his throat. After I came, he sits back up and pulls out his own dick and asks me if I want to suck him."

As Roger told this story, I found I was slowly being captivated by his deep melodic voice, in many ways it was hypnotic, very similar to that of Orson Wells.

"What did you do then?" I enquired

"I told him to piss off before someone noticed us"

"Wow," I whispered, not knowing what to say.

"What would you have done if you were me?"

"Well...," I answered.

"Stupid question...ever had a man eat your pussy?"

I looked at Roger who was now staring intensely at me as he waited for a reply. I was that dumbstruck all I could do was nod.

"Ever sucked a man's cock at the same time?"

Roger's hand came up to my breasts before gently stroked a nipple through the vest. My entire body was trembling, quivering as I shook my head.

"Thought so," Roger said as he grabbed the top of the sheet and began slowly pulling it towards the foot of the bed, I was paralysed with fear and excitement. "I caught you looking at me this evening. Did you like what you saw?"

Like a fool all I could do was nod my head.

With that Roger first stood up, turned then released his towel before bending forward then slowly proceeded to pull the sheet down further, Roger gasped softly as my pussy came into view. My pussy was never wetter than it was at that moment and my whole body was throbbing and pulsating with anticipation.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," muttered Roger as his fingers traced around the junction of my crutch. As though hypnotised I slowly parted my legs for I had this strange feeling come over me, it felt as if I wanted a pee but deep down I knew I didn't.

"Yes, Mum said you preferred it shaven," I said softly in response, knowing full well that my whole body was betraying me and I was resigned to play the hand I was now dealt with.

If Roger heard me, or understood what I had said, he didn't say. Instead his fingers began sliding up and down my pussy until it could go no further, his rough finger just touching the tip of my sensitive clit sent my body into turmoil, and the more he lingered the more I wanted to fuck him.

"Fuck!" I chirped, as Roger's fingers slid away from my clit and into the depths of my pussy triggering off my first orgasm under his touch.

I looked down as I squirted all over his hand. Even though Roger had only run his finger down and back once, I was so highly aroused that my pussy kept shooting cum all over us until my crutch was dripping wet.

"Bloody hell," Roger exclaimed as he visually surveyed the mess I had made. "It's true what they say, like mother like daughter."

With that Roger repositioned himself on the bed, bent forward and slowly began to lick my pussy. I should have known what to expect but it still came as a surprise, in opening my legs to allow him full access, Roger hooked both legs over his shoulders, placed both his hands under my arse then really went to work on my pussy.

"A little incentive," Roger muttered as he pulled me closer. "Not that I think you'll need it."

What followed was just as Mum had described, it made all my previous lovers seem amateurs when compared to Roger, how many times I came under his onslaught I'll never know for he was relentless especially when it came to fingering my arse, for he knew which buttons to press and which to avoid.

Wanting some relief I reached towards Roger and grabbed his cock, eliciting a mumbled groan from him. Quickly we switched to the classic 69 position where he resumed his onslaught on my body.

I first started to play with his foreskin, rolling it back and forth as far as it would go. Picking up courage I gently slid my mouth over the bulbous head of his cock, over the slight ridge of the bottom of the crown, and down the shaft until I could take no more. My hands began to slowly twist and pump the cock as my lips slid up and down.

Roger wasn't exceptionally thick, but the vein that wound down the shaft in a serpentine manner gave it that impression. His cock was quite long, however, I guessed at least seven inches. My mouth took more and more of him in as I became more accustomed to his length.

"Ever have one this big before?" Roger said taking a break from licking my anus.

"I can't believe a man can grow this large!" I sputtered before getting back to business.

"Strange that's exactly what your mother said!" Roger replied as I reached down and grabbed his balls, rolling and squeezing them as I sucked.

Soon my mouth was hitting the hand that was holding his cock, so I let go of it and just let me mouth slide up and down the length of his tool. I couldn't take it all in, but my forehead was managing to touch his pelvis with each glide down his shaft.

"Fuck!" Roger mumbled as he continued to lick my arse. "Hell, your moth..."

Roger stopped himself as he realised what he was about to say, but I could fill in the blanks, for I suspected that Mum had adopted this same position many times. Her hands would be pulling on Roger's cock, and Roger would be trying to get her to take more of him in her mouth just as he was with me, and the thought of those two together just excited me more for there was always good competition between Mum and I.

I began going down on him hard, my mouth was a swirling and my fist pumping him once again. My other hand ran up and down his hairy legs, reaching round and fingering his arse as he began breathing heavier and heavier.

"Don't make me cum!" Roger groaned, but it was too late as I felt his cock lurch then blast a load of cum down my throat. I kept sucking and licking him until I felt him go soft in my mouth; how I never choked or snorted I'll never know for his cock formed a perfect bung allowing nothing to escape. With that I rolled off, got off the bed then climbed in beside me. His hairy body now covered in a fine sheen of perspiration felt warm and comforting as I leaned against him, and after he rested for a moment he suddenly got up and left the room, leaving me confused. He returned soon after with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses.

"It'll be some time before I'm ready again, so we might as well have a couple of drinks to past the time," Roger said as he filled both glasses then handed one to me.

"Isn't it time you got rid of the vest?" said Roger as he slipped alongside me in bed. He then continued to say "I suppose your mother told you I was a pussy man," before placing his glass to one side.