Yummy Mummy
Introduction:
looking through windows can be fun
Most of the neighbours were working and left their houses for the better part of the day while they slaved in offices. Unofficially, I was the caretaker of the street. I didn’t need to work any more, so spent my time at home and became the watchdog. We didn’t have a problem with burglary. I knew the delivery guys, took everyone’s parcels and looked out for their properties. It was unpaid of course, but I took it seriously and patrolled regularly. I even had a spare key for all of the eight bungalows.
Jenni sashayed past at quarter off nine in the morning, right on time to get Jessy to school for the nine o’clock start. Jenni is late twenties with a slim figure, going in and out in all the right places. Her blonde hair is cut to her neck and has a lustre to it that shines in the morning light. Jessy was her usual self, running around at a million miles an hour while she chatted at the same speed. I waved, watched Jenni’s ass flip from side to side as she walked and thought, for the billionth time that it would be so good to fuck her from behind.
At half past ten, I was doing my usual patrol. Going from property to property, checking the doors and windows, making sure they were good and tight. And, then I got to Jenni’s place. From the front, all was as it should be, but the bedroom window at the back was wide open. Shaking my head, I was about to push it closed when there, sitting on the bed was Jenni, her naked back to me. She was talking to someone out of my eye sight, I couldn’t hear what she was saying.
And then I saw who she was talking to. Amanda from a few doors down, walked into the bedroom. She is slightly older than Jenni, was black hair and is tall, much taller than Jenni’s five feet five. Until this moment, I hadn’t thought of Amanda in any sexual context. She just didn’t appeal to me, but, naked as she was, my interest suddenly peaked. And then it dawned on me, both of them were naked and I have to say, my knees went wobbly for a moment.
Jenni laid on her back, stretching the full length of the bed, on top of the duvet. It was my first look at her body and instantly, her perfection struck me. Her breasts were pert with no sagging, even as she lay on the bed. Her ass was all that I had imagined it to be, killer and now I could see her snatch, it looked just like the honey pot I had thought it would. Blonde hair was carefully shaved into a neat inverted triangle. She stretched her arms up in an invitation to embrace and Amanda was not slow in coming forward to accept it. As fair as Jenni is, Amanda is the direct opposite. Her skin is quite dark for a European, olive even, much as an Italian. He breasts were probably a full C cup with dark brown aureoles surrounding large nipples. Her black hair is longer than Jenni’s and rests on her shoulders. As they lay together in an embrace of arms and legs entwined, I saw Amanda’s lovely crack and the dark hair that covered it.
They kissed. Then kissed again, deepening into a passionate locking of mouths, tongues exploring and caressing tongues. It was the sexiest scene I have ever witnessed. As their ardour mounted, their hands traced contours of backs, shoulders and arms, running lightly over each other, gaining sensory knowledge of each other’s skin while their interlocked legs started a mutual grind of sex against upper thigh, both receiving and giving carnal friction.
Jenni pulled away first, sucking in a lung full of much needed air. She was flushed, blushing as hotly as I was feeling. I couldn’t hear, but lip read as she implored Amanda to eat her. Slowly, Amanda worked her way down Jenni’s gasping body, licking her way down, savouring her taste and teasing as she went. The look of blissful pain on Jenni’s face said it all as her nipple was sucked between teeth and playfully bitten. Her back arched and a moan escaped her.
Amanda slipped between Jenni’s parted thighs, turning her onto her back as she lowered her dark head. The effect on Jenni, when tongue met clit, was electric and as she arched her back again, something akin to a scream rasped between her clenched teeth. For many minutes, Amanda sucked, licked and caressed her sex with an expert tongue, bringing Jenni to a crescendo and then beyond, to a shuddering climax. I felt every shudder, every rasping breath and every touch in empathy with Jenni and it was delicious.
Amanda pulled out a soft double ended dildo from under a pillow. The thing looked lethal, being a deep red, blood colour and about eighteen inches long. She knelt beside Jenni, her back to me and then bent her head, kissing Jenni’s mons as she fed one end of the dildo into her lovers depths. Slowly, at first, she fucked Jenni with the pliable tool, pushing it into her as far as comfortable, before pulling it out until only the tip was inside. The pace increased gradually and then, a dextrous finger was added to the mix as if flicked over Jenni’s budding clit. It was a devastating combination and didn’t take long to evoke the desired response. Jenni screamed and shot her girl cream all over Amanda’s wrist and fingers.
And then, the most amazing thing happened. Amanda twisted around and inserted the other end of the dildo inside herself and lay between Jenni’s legs in a scissor position so that they were sex to sex, joined by the blood red umbilical dong. They clasped hands, pulling each other together and began to writhe together, rubbing against each other and slowly disappearing the dildo deeper into their bodies.
Faster and faster, they ground each other’s sex together, their breath rasping, tits swaying in unison and fingers interlocked, trying to pull each other as closely as possible.
“Oh my God Jen! That’s it, fuck me girl. Do me, come on, do me. Harder. Yes, harder…that’s it. Mm, Oh my god.” Amanda came in a rush, her head thrashed from side to side and then pressed back into the duvet as her back arched while her climax coursed through her in shivering quakes. Then it was Jenni’s turn to orgasm, much quieter than her lover, but her climax came with a gush of cum that sprayed over both of their stomachs.
I left them then, quietly backing away from the window to make my way back to my own home and a stroke session that had Jenni and Amanda’s bodies firmly in mind.
I saw Jenni later that day, bringing home Jessica. As she passed me, she winked and whispered, “Did you enjoy that?” I could only nod and blush.
