Part 1.
Hi my name is, well, Rod. I am of afro Caribbean origin. I am six foot seven inches tall, an ex-basketball player now retired and living in London. My weight is around eighty six kilos. I am fifty four years old. Not married, but have had a few female 'friends,' no one regular and no one in particular at the moment.
As I mentioned, I live in London, actually, in the suburbs of London, in a sleepy village and my house is located in a small cul-de-sac with just six houses in it.
I am a very keen gardener and all the residents in the street pay me a modest sum for looking after their gardens.
I have lived here for eleven years and have come to know all the neighbours very well. Especially with a resident three doors down, whose name is Simon. Simon and I have become good friends.
Simon is a long distance lorry driver and can be away for days at a time. I think it was this that was the cause of his divorce three years ago, but he still won custody of his only child, a daughter named Elisabeth, but everyone called her Liz. When he is away, he has a sister who stays with Liz.
Simon was throwing a party for Liz's eighteenth birthday. All the neighbours were invited along with some other relatives and a lot of Liz's friends.
Elisabeth is a very lively person, very active; she rides hoses and has regular lessons throughout the week and work's out at the gym in between the riding lessons after school. She has a bubbly personality all the time. I have known her since she was very young. She is very petite, looks like a doll, green eyes and a very clean complexion. Her curly blond hair goes half way down her back. Liz also likes gardening and on occasions would come and help me and this has made us quite good friends.
The party was on a Friday evening because Simon had to leave around eleven that night to be at his depot to take a lorry load of good over to the continent; in fact it was over to Germany. And then bring another lorry load of goods back over on the Sunday.
Everything was going well; music was up loud because we weren't going to disturb the neighbours, they were all here, lots of drinks and lots of dancing done by all. It approached eleven o'clock and Simon came up to me and said he was leaving for work. He said that his sister was going to stay the night and look after Liz.
Now Simon's sister's name is Monica. Monica is a teacher, in her fifties as well. She is a little over weight, okay, she is a lot overweight. She has dark brown, shoulder length hair and blue eyes.
I have also known Monica for quite a few years. I know she likes a drink and I also know she fancies me. She on a lot of occasions has rubbed up against me, she always makes out that it was an accident and say's sorry. She would always greet me with a kiss on the lips and be very touchy feely with me, and she is single. I must admit, I was not attracted to Monica at all.
Everyone was in good spirits, and yes, Monica danced with me and groped me, as I knew she would. She had quite a bit to drink and was slurring her words.
People started to leave and I could see Monica was in no state to clear up the place, so I stayed behind and helped out.
Even in the state she was Monica offered to help clear up, so Monica and I, well mainly I, had just finished in the kitchen and it was around two in the morning when Liz said she was going to bed.
I was wiping my hands as Liz came up to me; I had to bend down so that she could kiss me, she kissed me on the cheek and said, "Good night, Rod, thanks for everything tonight, love you," kissed me again and hopped off to her bedroom.
Monica and I finished in the kitchen about ten minutes later. I looked around and then said to Monica, "If you're okay, then I'll be heading off?"
She was just leaving the kitchen as she looked around and said, "O, yeah...I'm fi...fine...yes I'm fine," and walked out.
She was a bit pissed, just managed to walk. I thought I should at least help her up the stairs. So I walked upto her and grabbed her round the waist and said, "I'll help you up, come on."
I was not at all surprised even in the state she was in that she made a grab for my cock. I wiggled my hips and shook her off. Then I continued to take her upstairs. We got to the spare room where she usually slept. I placed her onto the bed and she grabbed me again, she started to undo my belt and said, "Let...let's have...have a look...Rod. Wha... wha...what you... hiding."
I brushed her hands away but she kept clawing back. I was about to step back, when she undid my zipper and had her hand in my pants. She searched for my cock and found it. I was limp; uninterested in Monica. She was just not my type, for starters she was not that good looking and she wore clothes that did not suit her. And to be blunt, but not offensive, she is, well, overweight.
I tried to push her away; I took hold of her wrist and tried to get her hand out of my pants. But amazingly, she still had a lot of strength to fight me off.
She had managed to grab my cock and was tugging at it to get it out.
Okay, it's time, not to be modest, but I have a big sex drive. I don't cum lots, but I can get my cock back into action after I have cum, pretty quickly, its six inches flaccid and nine when in action. I am circumcised and hairless, to be honest, I am pretty bald all over, just a well-trimmed low cut head of hair. And one other thing or maybe I should say, feature, my cock is bent like a banana, curved towards my belly.
Some of the women I have had relationships with, okay, basically fucked, have said they like it that way as it seems to hit their G-spot.
Back to Monica, she got my cock out, okay maybe I let her. I just thought if she sucked me off, then I would not have to go home and jack myself off and the way I was feeling, I had images of Liz in my head now that she was eighteen.
I helped Monica with my pants and dropped them to the floor. Monica immediately leapt forward with her mouth open and stuck my flaccid cock in. She started to suck, I had images of Liz in my head as my cock started to gain life.
I stood still as Monica sucked, her head bobbed in and out, she stroked my shaft. She continued for about five minutes. Then she let go of her grip on my cock and just sucked on it. She started to take off her dress and her knickers. I was not impressed, I thought shit and I hope she doesn't want me to fuck her.
She took her top off and tugged on my shirt, indicating for me to get rid of it. I slowly removed my shirt and just thought, hurry up and blow me off.
She was naked, apart from the bra she had on, I was in no hurry to see those mountain boulders. I could not see her pussy as her belly over hung everything down there. I could not make out if she was clean or fully natural, to be honest I didn't care, just thought hurry up; blow me off for fuck sakes.
Monica got more aggressive with her stroking, she sucked harder. I saw she had her hand under her belly, I think she was fingering herself or rubbed her clit, I was not sure, I could not see, again I didn't care.
She then grabbed my cock with both hands and pulled me over to the bed as she rolled over onto the bed herself. She lay on her back and grabbed her legs from under her knees and lifted. I could now see her pussy, she was hairy and she was a camel toe. I could just make out a tiny clit right at the top. I was not going to muff drive that, no fuckin way.
Monica moaned and said, "Come on R... Rod... ma... make me... cum."
The only phrase going through my head was shit no, shit no and shit no. I was not going to go down there. I thought if I resisted long enough, she would get tired and fall off to sleep, in the state she was, that was a very good possibility.
I rolled over onto my back next to her. She put her legs down. And I thought good that's good, she's fallen off to sleep.
But then Monica got up and straddled me, holy fuck she was big. She slapped my face and said, "I m... may be dr... dru... drunk, but I can st... still f... f... fuck."
She grabbed my cock and guided it into herself. She started to hump me; she placed her hands onto my chest and humped. I did not move, I let her do all the work, hopefully that will tire her out.