Chapter 4

Mandy led me down a side street and asked me to wait for her as she went into a little corner shop. She came out with a bottle of wine and a bottle of milk. Then she led me down a side street full of nice semi-detached houses.

I am not sure what I expected when I walked into Mandy’s house, perhaps sex toys all over the floor and sexy outfits hanging up around the place perhaps?

It was nothing at all like that; it was just like your spinster aunt’s place. There were lots of family pictures on the wall; she was obviously proud of her nieces and nephews. There were books shelves full of cookery books and glass-fronted display cases full of ornaments.

In the living room was a painting of a Spanish lady. Every house back then had that painting.

It was a lovely three-bedroom semi, beautifully decorated and very classy. She led me into the kitchen, put the wine and milk in the fridge, and then sat me down while she checked the post. She did offer me a cup of tea, but I was swimming in the stuff, so I refused her offer.

“So, Zak, let’s show you the tanning machine,” she said with a smile and took me by the hand. She led me upstairs into the box room, as she called it. There was a big white machine which looked just like a bed with a lid. It had lots of fluorescent tanning tubes. I had never seen one before, and in those days, tanning salons were not that common where we lived.

She showed me how it worked and how to set the timer. She advised me to do a ten-minute session to see how I reacted to it. Who was I to argue? I had never used one, and Mandy had a nice tan, so she must know her stuff.

“Carl and Sally just want you to lose the pasty look, not to look like you have been to Benidorm for two weeks,” she told me with a smile.

She explained that I needed to shower before using it and gave me a set of dark goggles. Then she showed me to her bathroom and gave me some big, fluffy, clean towels. Her bathroom was bigger than my flat!

“Right, young man. I will go and make some dinner for us. You get yourself sorted!” she said with a smile.

And then she was gone. So, I took a shower and dried off before getting into the machine and setting the time to ten minutes.

I was unsure what to expect, but it was just a case of lying back and letting the machine do the work. The timer buzzed to tell me I was done, and I rolled off the bed of the machine and slipped off the goggles. Mandy was standing in the doorway; she smiled, giving my naked body the once over. She seemed to approve.

“Very nice, very nice indeed!” she said and tossed me a dressing gown.

“Do I look okay?” I asked.

“Another couple of sessions will give you just enough of a glow.” She replied.

“Thanks for this, Mandy,” I replied, “You’re an angel.”

“It is my pleasure, my love,” she said with a smile. There is a pot of soup on the hob. Can you please stir it while I take a shower?”

“Of course I can,” I said as I wrapped the dressing gown around myself.

The homemade soup looked amazing; it was full of chunks of vegetables. The table was set for two, with a basket of bread rolls and a bottle of wine ready to be poured into glasses.

It was all very civilised, to be fair, and much more than most mealtimes I had had recently. Fish and chips whilst sitting on the bed watching shit television was anything but classy.

I stirred the soup, and ten minutes later, Mandy came downstairs, her hair was wet from her shower, and she had a silky gown on, it was obvious she was naked underneath, and her big boobs swayed as she walked in. She smelt divine, and my cock twitched.

“I feel better much now,” she said before she ushered me out of the way.

“Right, if you pour the wine, I will dish up some soup,” she said and slapped my arse.

I just did as I was told...

I poured us both some of the wine and then sat down at the table; it was a little weird sitting almost naked with Mandy sitting opposite me. The soup was amazing; Mandy told me she was really into cooking and baking. It seemed to me odd at the time that this one-time stripper and porn star lived such an ordinary life.

We chatted about all sorts while we ate; travel and music were two of the biggest topics.

It was obvious she was a very clever and well-travelled lady. She talked in depth about Spain, the USA and Canada. I guess working in the porn industry paid well if she had travelled so widely.

After we had eaten, I washed up the crocks and she dried them up, then Mandy made us a pot of tea and sliced up some homemade walnut and cream cake. We sat in her living room and chatted about life, music, and films. She put some music on, it was not my cup of tea, but it was okay.

The only thing we did not talk about was the porn industry. It was obvious that Mandy had an inner depth and liked the finer things in life, but not in a showy-off way. She had a top-of-the-range hi-fi system; she had a new TV and a video player.

She asked me about the countries I had visited, and I told her about my life in the army. She asked all about me, my family, and how I ended up in the children’s home. She went quiet, and a little feeling of sadness fell on the room as she told me that she had lost a child due to problems with the birth and had been unable to have any more. She had been left in the shit by one husband, so she had never remarried.

She told me she had a sister with four kids; they lived in London, and she loved them and took them away on holiday once or twice a year. I guessed they were the kids in the photos.

We just sat there for what seemed like ages, chatting. Two pots of tea later, I looked up at the clock. It was nearly ten o’clock.

“Gosh, Mandy, look at the time,” I said, getting up, “I should be making a move!”

She stood up and stepped in close to me, taking my hand in hers.

“Or you could just stay over?” she whispered, her eyes filled with desire.

“Do you have a spare room?” I said innocently.

She giggled and kissed me on the lips. The kiss seemed to go on forever and ever. A light kiss became a hard kiss; a hard kiss became a full-on snog. Our hands explored each other as our lips battled. Her hands ran up and down my back, and my hands cupped her ample buttocks.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” she said, breaking away from me and leading me upstairs.

She took me into her bedroom, which was, like the rest of the house, very beautifully decorated. Her bed was huge, and there were awfully expensive bedside tables on either side of it and a built-in wardrobe along one wall. A huge mirror was on the other wall, to the right of the bed.

The room was dim; the only light came from bedside lamps. Once we were inside, she slipped my gown from my shoulders. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over so I that was standing before her. My cock was already semi-erect.

“So young man, did you watch those two gorgeous girlies fucking make you all horny?” she sighed, and her hand slipped around my cock; she slowly stroked it to its full hardness. She soon had one hand wrapped around my engorged member, and the other was stroking my heavy ball bag.

I gasped as her hands stroked my tackle.

“It did make me a bit hot and bothered, I have to admit,” I told her.

“Did getting to watch two gorgeous ladies licking each other do it for you?” she whispered. I felt the breath of her words on my exposed glans.

“Mmmmm, yes,” I groaned as her fingers fondled me.

“Did you want to lick their wet pussies?” she said, her hand slowly and gently wanking me.

“Oh, fuck me, yes,” I sighed truthfully.

“Mmmm mmm,” she said, and her voice cracked as she said it. I got the feeling she would have joined in with them if they had asked.

Her hands were driving me crazy ... she had a delicate touch.

“Do you want to eat my pussy?” she purred, her voice thick with lust and passion.

“Oh my God, yes, please, Mandy,” I said, and I was not joking; I needed to eat her pussy as soon as possible. I wanted to take my time; I wanted to savour her tasty quim. I wanted to drink down her juices.

“And do you think you can make me cum?” she asked, and she already knew the answer to that question, and so did I!

“I will do my best, Mandy,” I groaned as her nails scratched across the taut skin of my nuts.

“Right, how about we see if you can!” she purred.

She slipped off her own robe, exposing her big tits, her luscious curves, and her well-trimmed pussy. She lay back on the bed and lifted her knees, giving me full access to her twat.

She was very well trimmed; there was only a slight covering of downy hair over her pussy. She must have worked on it while she was in the shower.

I lay between her thighs and stared at her cute little cunt. I slid one finger down her crack; she was already quite moist. I used my fingers to open her wide, revealing her pink inner pussy flesh. I dipped my head forward and started to lick up and down her sex. I licked, sucked her lust-thickened labia, and thrust my tongue as deep as I could into her tunnel of love.

“Oh yes, Oh Zak, that’s nice ... so very nice!” she sighed as I licked her deeper and harder.

I used the broad tip of my tongue to lick up and down her sex, from clit to arsehole and back. After ten minutes of oral stimulation, Mandy was sighing and whimpering, and she was telling me she needed more, telling me my tongue was amazing and telling me I was an amazing lover. I was lapping it up in more ways than one; we all love a bit of encouragement and a bit of praise, do we not?

I took my time, I enjoyed every second, I licked and lapped, I kissed, and I sucked.

“Oh, Zak, that feels so fucking good!” she moaned as I worked my tongue up and down the folds of her fanny, my tongue was working ten to the dozen, and she jerked and stiffened as my tongue hit her clitoris and began to swirl all over it, licking around it in concentric circles.

My tongue flicked it and danced around it. My nose was filled with the smell of excitement, the smell of sex, the scent of a woman’s love. It was so erotic, so sexy!

“Now, if you keep that up, I am going to cum so hard!” she whimpered.

For a few minutes, I alternated the pace and angle of my attack, taking her to the edge a few times but not taking her over it...

I worked harder and harder to make the experience an amazing one for Mandy.

“Oh shit, please make me cum!” she groaned, “Make me cum Zak please, make me cum!”

I lashed her clit for a good few minutes; I could sense and feel the pressure building up within Mandy, she was writhing around the bed, and I could feel one of her hands on the back of my head, guiding me and keeping me tight against her quim. I slipped two fingers into her tunnel of love, finger fucking her as my tongue went about its work, teasing and tantalising her clitty.

I wanted her to cum!

I needed her to cum!

I worked harder and faster; my tongue was like an electric eel, and my fingers were a blur as I finger fucked her.

I felt Mandy shudder, and then she tensed up; a low, deep moan was released from her mouth. It was animalistic, and it was full of passion.

“OH ... MY ... GOD!” she sighed, and I felt her climax rip through her; at the same time, my fingers were coated with a good measure of her love juice as her pussy became awash with her excitement.

I felt her thighs tighten around me as she rode out her orgasm; she was shuddering and shaking as wave after wave of sexual excitement rolled through her. I lay between her thighs and savoured the feeling of power that I had to make that happen.

I waited until Mandy was lying still on the bed before my tongue’s assault on her pussy continued. I was soon lapping at her with gusto, long slow strokes from clit to arse and arse to clit. At first, she tried to push my head away, but only for a matter of seconds.

I lapped from clit to arse and then arse to clit ... I took my time lapping, licking, kissing, and sucking. She seemed to like having her arse licked, so I lapped at it harder and faster.

“OH SHIT!” she groaned as my tongue touched her arse ring.

“Shit good or shit bad?” I ask, breaking off from my ministrations for a few seconds. I knew that rimming was something that some ladies liked and some did not...

“Fuck that’s so fucking good,” she purred.

I knelt up and rolled her over before shifting up the bed. I kissed her neck and her shoulders; I kissed and licked down the ridge of her spine until my chin was brushing the tops of her alabaster buttocks. They were big, soft, but firm. I kissed around them, licking the curves.

I gently bit first one and then the other before showering them with loving kisses.

“Oh, you are such a good boy,” she moaned as my fingers slid between her legs and massaged her cunt. She was getting wetter and wetter...

Mandy was letting out little moans and groans punctuated with sighs and gasps. I was now lying between her thighs with my face level with her gorgeous bum; I grabbed a buttock in each hand and parted them. Her little-puckered arsehole was visible, so I kissed it, I licked it, I tongued it, and I sucked it.

Judging by the heat and the smell of excitement coming from her pussy she liked what I was doing, oh that and the cacophony of noise coming from the top of the bed. I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy and played them in and out like a bow over the strings of a violin.

She was so wet my digits glided in and out with ease. In and out, deeper and harder as my tongue ran around and around her little starfish bum hole. I licked it, I lapped it, I kissed it, and I tried to wiggle my tongue as far inside her as I could.

Her body was now shaking and shuddering. A low moan of absolute ecstasy escaped her lips.

“Fuck me, Zak, you’re such a dirty boy,” she growled, “they always say it’s the quiet ones you need to watch!”

“Are you complaining?” I asked between licks.

“Hell no, it’s a shame I have to share you with Toni and Sally!” she giggled. How did she know about Toni, I wondered...

“Mandy, I admit that Toni and I have gotten together, but Sally?” I smiled. I am not saying I did not fancy a turn with Sally; she was a hit-looking bird.

“Trust me, Sally will want to give you a whirl,” she purred, “Now, no more chat, shut up and eat my ass.”

And that is what I did; I licked, I sucked, and I kissed her gorgeous bum hole and all the time two digits finger fucked her for all I was worth. I rimmed her ass gently for a good few minutes, and it was obvious that Mandy was enjoying it.

“Mmmm, that feels so good,” she purred, “you have a well-educated tongue, young man,”

I worked hard on her arse with my tongue for a good ten minutes, all the time my fingers were exploring her twat.

Although I loved licking her bum, I really wanted to fuck her tight little hole. So, I rolled her over and slid up the bed until my cock was resting against her labia.

I took my cock in my hand and slapped it off her pussy a few times.

“Don’t tease me, Zak!” Mandy groaned, “I want your big cock inside me.”

I slid the tip of my cock up and down her crack rubbing its sticky tip along her labia.

“You are still teasing me!” Mandy groaned.