The following encounter is taken from my journals.
After the adventures with Simon (see...), not much worth happened for a while worth writing about. I had the occasional sexual encounter but to be honest they were pretty awful pleasure wise. Tom and I continued to have sex once or twice a week; his staying power never got any better, but his tongue was his saviour in my pleasure, and there was always his good-looking cock. He still had no idea that I had cheated on him several times, and was actively looking to cheat still to try and fulfil my cravings. He never wanted for sex, and even benefited - he loved that I'd trimmed my bush, not quite fully shaven yet, but nice, and very tidy, leaving my pussy more exposed.
The next encounter worth telling you all about was in August 1994, a little before we moved out of our second-floor council maisonette and into a newly built housing association house! Although the house wasn't finished then, we were counting the days to when we could get into our front door without going up four flights of stairs.
About 3 months previously we got some new neighbours, a lady in her 50s and one of her sons (she had 3 in all). Our back balcony was joined to theirs, with a dividing metal grill separating us. I often liked to sit on our balcony if the weather was hot, with a cold drink; Eileen (the mother) was often out there too, so we would natter. Her live-in son was a bit of a recluse so I hardly ever saw him, but the other 2 sons would visit: one was always with his wife. The third, and eldest son Terry would often visit on his own without his current girlfriend, and would sit the balcony having a smoke. He was a rough kind of bloke, about 6ft tall, tattoos, smoked weed and couldn't say a sentence without the word 'fuck' in it. He was a cocky confident bloke, attractive in a way, who could talk for England. Being brought up in a more posh area of the city, I hadn't socialised with the likes of Terry - what I would call a rough type.
He used to flirt with me something rotten over the balcony grill, but with his mother not too far away, I laughed it off and told him to behave. He popped round his mother's most days, so I thought I would tease him a bit by making sure I had on a very short skirt, with my stockings of course, so if I bent over in my living room with the balcony door open he could catch a glimpse of my bum and stocking tops, I liked to wear a g-string so my bum was practically naked;. I did a lot of picking up things when I heard him on the balcony. This went on for a couple of weeks. After taking the kids to school and nursery I would put on my silk robe, which clung to my body. I would be naked underneath, my nipples poking out from the thin silky material. It worked, because whenever I ventured on to the balcony, he used to whisper to me that I was a cock tease and I wouldn't be doing that if he was alone with me. I just smiled, and chatted on about something else. All the time my cunt was tingling.
It was in the third week after I started my flashing game that things came to a head. I hadn't long been back from taking the kids to school and nursery when there was a knock on the door. I opened it, to find Terry standing there. I hadn't had time to slip into my robe, so I was still dressed.
"Thought I would come round and fucking wait 'till my mum got home; they must have gone to the fucking shops or something."
I looked at him, standing in the doorway; he stunk of weed. I had never been this close to him before, and he towered over me - quite intimidating.
"Your brother not home?" I asked.
"Well if he is, he's not fucking answering the door," he replied.
I stood there, not sure what to do. My eyes dropped to his crotch, then I spoke.
"You'd better come in then, want a coffee while you wait?"
"Great, could do with wetting my fucking lips with something hot," a huge grin on his face.
See what I mean though, every sentence had to have 'fuck' or 'fucking' in it!
I showed him into the lounge, and he sat on the sofa while I made the coffees in the kitchen. A few minutes later I returned with the drinks, finding him sprawled on the sofa. I handed him the coffee and sat down next to him. My skirt was short, but not the shorter one I would wear to tease him. Still though, a hint of stocking top was visible at the hemline. I didn't have my g-string on, just a thong, a black lacy one, which already felt wet.
It took him a whole minute to bring up the subject of me being a cock tease.
"You got that g-string on you fucking cock tease?" He didn't mess around, straight to the point, but that was Terry.
"I am not a cock tease Terry, I just like to wind you up," I smiled.
"Well Barb, I think you should do fucking something to make up for fucking winding me up." He put his hand on my knee, and. I didn't stop him. I knew what I wanted, and my cunt knew too, because it was wet, soaking in fact, like I'd pissed myself.
"Such as what Terry?"
His hand slowly edged its way up my legs, testing the water so to speak, and again I did nothing to stop him, in fact I slightly parted my legs to aid his journey. His fingers reached my wet gusset, pressing against it.
"You dirty fucker, you're fucking soaking," he roughly pulled my thong out of the way and shoved two fingers in. They felt big and rough, a worker's fingers and hands: he was a builder. I gasped and held on to him; it felt good, it felt naughty, it felt so hot and horny.
I reached to unzip him: I wanted to see what he had. "I want your cock."
"Fucking dirty cow, you're right up for it aren't you, and there was me thinking you were a frigid cock-teasing wife. How fucking wrong I was, you're a dirty cunt. Your husband know what you get up to?"
"What do you think?" I was desperate to see what he had in his jeans, his fingers left my cunt, and he sniffed them, then stood up. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zip down, letting them drop to the floor. He was standing there, jeans round his ankles, cock springing out in front of him, no underwear. He had a perfectly shaven cock, not a sign of any pubic hair, big hairless balls too. Now I've mentioned before my views on, good looking cocks, beautiful cocks and ugly cocks. Terry's was the latter, it was ugly, but thick, bloody thick, though short, about 5 inches. The same size as Tom, but ugly, really fucking ugly. I was disappointed to say the least. His cock head was poking out from his tight foreskin. Not a pretty sight.
He was quite aggressive in his manner, "come on then, fucking suck it," pushing me down on to my knees with force. I had only just got down when he took his cock and shoved it in my mouth. Grabbing my head, he started to thrust roughly in and out of my mouth, so fast too. He was groaning loudly, "Oh, fuck yes, you fucking dirty cunt."
My lips were struggling with the thickness, trying to get my mouth wide enough to take this rough fucking of my mouth. Surprisingly, I was enjoying the roughness, taking me like I was a piece of meat - revenge for my teasing no doubt. He didn't stop, fucking my mouth faster and deeper, making my eyes water from the force of his thrusts. He suddenly pulled out, his cock dripping with my saliva, "you're fucking good Barb."
My saliva dripped from my chin onto my blouse. "I aim to please," I answered.
"Fucking good," he kicked his shoes off, followed by his jeans. He got on the sofa, kneeling facing the wall, then arched his back, sticking his arse out. His head against the back of the sofa, he grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. I wondered at first what he was doing. It was an unusual sight, this strapping 6ft bloke, arse in the air, holding his cheeks apart.
"Lick my fucking arsehole Barb, let's see how far you will go to please."
It was quite a sight, his puckered arsehole, above those big balls dangling down. I had read about this, but never tried it, not even with Tom. I sort of crawled over to his arse and tentatively licked his hole, a long slow lick, followed by a few quick stabs. He groaned, so I must have been be doing it ok.
He was loving it, telling me to keep going and stick my tongue right up there. I made sure I got it nice and wet before trying to push it in him. I grabbed his cock and started to wank him from this position. I was enjoying the pleasure I was giving him, it made me feel good that here I was giving this guy so much pleasure. I started to get really into it, running my tongue all around his arsehole. Faster and faster my tongue licked, and faster my wanking of that hard prick. I pushed my tongue deep in his hole getting him more and more turned on.
"Oh fuck Barb, you're going to have to fucking stop before I cum all over your sofa."
I carried on going, wanking him faster, wanting his cum, but he shoved my head away, "I said fucking stop bitch!"
I let go of his cock, letting it spring back up to its natural position.
