My Friend Ed
"Someone's moving in!" Pamela exclaimed.
The large detached house on the corner had stood empty for several weeks since the previous elderly occupants had moved into sheltered accommodation.
"Friday's the usual day for moving" she added. "We'll have to go across and make ourselves known. Not today of course, but we mustn't leave it too long."
We waited until mid-afternoon on Saturday before making our way across the road. Tentatively ringing the doorbell, we stood back and awaited our first glimpse of our new neighbours
The door was suddenly opened by a smiling, slightly-flushed woman who I judged to be in her mid forties. "Hello, you're our first visitors" she greeted us in an instantly recognisable Yorkshire accent.
"We've just come across to say hello and welcome you to the neighbourhood" explained Pam. "I'm Pamela and this is John my husband. Pamela and John Wilkins from number 20, just across the road."
"Come in!, come in!" We're still in something of a mess of course, but you're very welcome. Come and meet my husband Peter." We followed her down the hall, still lined with large unopened cardboard boxes , and into the sitting room. Peter was perched precariously on a stool, sliding curtain rings along the pole fitted above the patio doors leading out into the rear garden.. He stepped down carefully.
"Hello, I'm Peter. Peter Davidson and my wife is Lynn.
"Find somewhere to sit yourselves down and I'll make us all some coffee" chirped Lynn.
"No, no, don't bother for us." answered Pam.
"It's no bother. We'd be having one about now anyway" responded Lynn.
Over coffee we discovered Peter and Lynn were *****, but both had families in the north. Peter was a local government officer and had been promoted and relocated with his job. In return we gave them information about the locality; the neighbours, the shops, the doctors, waste collection days...
Over the next few weeks quite a close relationship developed between us with frequent visits both ways for a glass of wine or a cup of coffee, or even just for a chat or exchange of news. Once settled in, Lynn developed what we took to be a northern habit of "just popping in" most mornings during the week once she had seen Peter off to work. It was on such a morning that she popped in a little earlier than usual.
"Pam's still upstairs, she'll be down in a minute" I greeted her.
"That's OK love" she smiled. "I'm just off to collect Peter's prescription.
"Prescription?" I asked. "Is he ill?"
"No, not really. He's got E.D. You know, erectile dysfunction. He's on tablets for it."
Not wishing to show my lack of medical knowledge, I just nodded and smiled sympathetically. Later I got down my well-thumbed Concise Oxford Dictionary. Erectile; "that can be erected". Disfunction; dis...disfranchise...disfrock...disgorge...nothing! OK, try dy... dys... dysentery...ah! dysfunction; "abnormality or impairment of function ." I thought about this for a minute before the penny dropped. Peter couldn't get it up!
Peter was tall, slim, athletic, and rather elegant with a full head of silver-grey hair. I somehow couldn't picture him as not being able to "rise to the occasion" when required to service Lynn who, in contrast, was short, round and rather chubby. For all her roundness, however, she always had a rather cheeky, mischievous look about her and she was ever-ready to chip into the conversation with remarks with a hint of innuendo to them. I would be at a loss to describe it in words, but there was a definite aura of sensuality about her.
Two days later as I was walking up the road to post a letter, Lynn was trundling a wheelybin back from the edge of the pavement into the garage.
"Hello Lynn, let me do that" I said. After I had put the empty bin alongside the others, we stood in the open garage doorway looking out into the quiet street. Lost for something to say, I simply asked;
"Did you get Peter's meds?"
"Yes", she responded "for all the good they do."
"They not working then" I ventured.
"Useless", she scoffed.
"Has he... has it been a long time?" I knew I was chancing my arm.
"Too long!"
"It must be awful for him" I blustered on.
"It's not very good for me either" she said with a laugh.
I decided to go for broke. "No, it can't be. But it doesn't have to be a problem for you, does it.
Lynn looked only slightly taken aback by my directness. She said nothing for a few seconds. Then, giving me a quizical look, she calmly said "Of course it's a problem for me, unless you're suggesting what you appear to be suggesting."
"I was just...just..."
"Offering your services?" she asked bluntly.
It was my turn to be taken aback. I know that northern folk have a reputation for being outspoken , but what she said really surprised me. I decided to push my luck.
"Well the offer's there if you want it" I said looking her squarely in the eye and holding her gaze for a few seconds before turning and walking away.
Pamela had a long-standing arrangement with her sister Rosemary. Every other Tuesday morning I would drop her off in the town centre and return home to my proof-reading or translating. She would do the essential shopping before meeting Rosemary for lunch, then more browsing round the shops together. Rosemary would deliver her home usually around four in the afternoon.
The Tuesday following my strange conversation with Lynn, glancing through the study window, I was surprised to see her crossing the road. I opened the door just as she arrived on the doorstep.
"Good morning Lynn. Pamela's gone shopping with her sister", I greeted her.
"I know she has", she replied, gently pushing me back indoors and following me. I stood facing her stupidly in the hallway.
"I've come to take up your offer", she grinned. "If it's still open that is."
"Er...yes, yes of course. I meant what I said."
She hustled me down the hall and into the sitting room.
"Are you sure we're OK? We're not going to be interrupted?"
"No, we're alright" I reassured her. "Pam won't be back for ages and no one else is likely to call.
"Good" she said " just wanted to be sure."
Without another word she crossed her arms, gripped the bottom of the loose sweatshirt she was wearing and tugged it over her head. She had obviously come prepared. There was nothing under the shirt but an ample pair of full, round breasts which she presented proudly.
"What d'you think of those beauties then?"
"I knew they'd be big, but they are fantastic!" I gasped.
"38DD. I was at the head of the queue when they handed them out" she laughed.
I turned her round and stood behind her. Cupping one in each hand I fondled them, moulded them, rolling her hardening nipples between my thumb and finger. As I kissed her neck and shoulders she pushed her generous bottom back against my growing erection. I turned her again and pushed her gently back into a nearby armchair. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans and pushed them together with my underpants down to my feet. She watched with a smile as I kicked them away.
"You obviously don't need any medication" she said admiringly.
She was right. My pride and joy was at its best. Upright, rock-hard and throbbing.
Lynn lay back in the armchair, hitched her skirt round her waist and placed a leg over each arm of the chair. I was right - she had definitely come prepared! Her smooth, shaven pussy was on full display. She reached down and opened her labia, revealing a large, pink, engorged clitoris.
"Come on then" she said breathlessly.
I went down on her. As soon as my tongue found her sensitive clitoris, she started to moan;
Yes, oh yes...that's it...just there...yes there!"
I rotated her clit with the tip of my tongue, pausing occasionally to lick the whole length of her pussy, before finding her hot spot again. After several minutes, she gave a series of quiet little grunts and I knew she as close to coming. I increased the flicking of my tongue.
"Oh my god, yes! Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck me John, please fuck me!"
I needed no second bidding. I entered her with one smooth thrust. She moaned with pleasure as every last millimetre of my glistening column penetrated her. I hesitated for a second, letting her savour the moment, before setting up a rhythmic motion of my hips and buttocks, plunging myself into her, withdrawing completely, before plunging once again.
"That's good, really good, just what I wanted. Don't come in me though. I can still get preggers and that would give the game away."
Her mentioning coming seem to bring it on. I could feel myself coming and my cock was twitching and jerking. I whipped it out quickly and knelt up quicky, holding it away from her pussy. It spurted several times, covering her stomach and breasts with thick, creamy sperm.
"Thanks a lot for that" she said.
"It had to go somewhere Lynn. Better out than in." I joked.
We paused for a while to recover our breath and revive our energy with a cup of coffee. During the intermission she revealed more details of her sex life. She, it appeared, had always been the one with the greater sexual appetite, an appetite never completely satisfied. Peter had always been ultra conventional , constrained, regarding sex almost as a duty, while she freely admitted to being much more adventurous and keen to experiment with new ideas and practices. When I pushed her a little she confessed a liking for porn videos, often role-playing their content. She was also curious about bondage and lesbianism. I was again surprised by her frankness, but if you couldn't share you confidences with someone who a few minutes earlier had been pounding you for dear life who could you share them with?
When she had finished her coffee. she said;
"My turn now."
She dropped to her knees in front of me where I was sitting on the settee. She placed my semi-flaccid cock between her huge breasts, pushed them together encircling it completely and started to massage it vigourously with them. Two minutes of that treatment sufficed to restore it to tip-top condition. Smiling and clearly pleased with her achievement, she slid my now rigid cock into her mouth and deep-throated me several times.
"Sit there" she ordered, pointing to an upright chair against the wall. She straddled me. She positioned my column beneath her and slid down onto it easily and smoothly. Placing her hands on my shoulders for balance, she started to ride me, her full, heavy breasts swinging to and fro as she rose and fell. After several minutes, seeking variety, she turned round and faced away from me. My hand immediately sought her pendulous breasts as she adjusted to her new position.
Again she rose and fell, smoothly, rhythmically, using the whole length of my well-lubricated cock. Up and down, up and down, all the time murmuring "Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes!" Several more minultes later, clearly determined to complete her full agenda, she stood again and turned. Taking me by the hands, she pulled me to my feet and replaced me on the chair. Stooping forward, she placed her hands on the seat of the chair and stood with her thighs apart. Her invitation was clear. I crouched slightly and entered her from beneath and behind. I gripped her hips and took over the action.
I fucked her long and hard with a piston-like action. At each thrust my scrotum slapped against her large buttocks making a clapping sound as if she were applauding my performance. Excited by her moaning and her grunts of pleasure I felt the beginning of my second orgasm
"I'm coming Lynn! I'm going to shoot!" I cried.
"OK, give it to me hard John. You know what to do. Fuck me hard."
Clutching her hips even tighter, I increased my speed until I felt myself about to explode. Withdrawing quickly I placed my throbbing cock along the base of her spine. When it spurted, it shot a continuous stream of thick creamy sperm the whole length of her back from her buttocks to her shoulder blades.
I cleaned her up with a handful of tissues and we both collapsed naked and giggling onto the settee.
"Now that's what I call a fucking" she chortled.
"So how did I do?" I asked.
"Not bad for a first time" she replied.
And it was the first time, First of many. Every two weeks for the next several months she would "pop in", ever eager to try something new. She would position herself on the floor, on the kitchen table, on the stairs, in every position known to man. We acted out every imaginable situation; she was the recalcitrant naughty schoolgirl called to the headmaster's study for punishment; the ambitious secretary taking "dicktation"; the probationary nurse giving a well-endowed young man a bed-bath - even the young widowed mother catching her son masturbating.

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