I had done alright working in the city in London and had gained quite a hefty promotion linked with relocation to the Midlands. What that also meant was that with the difference in property prices I was able to buy myself a pretty good detached house with gardens in a nice quiet village. My neighbours, Paul and Jane and their daughter Sarah, were fifty yards or so to the left and the next house was almost quarter of a mile away so you could say I was nicely isolated.

Paul and Jane were both social and welcomed me to my new life in the country. Paul was a pretty quiet guy and loved to spend time in his garden which was quite spectacular with so many different colours and sizes of blooms. It was Jane however, who chatted to me the most and she was usually around when I got home from work in the evening. She liked to ask about my work and how different I was finding living here from what she called the ‘hotbed’ of London. “Now come on Tom,” she would urge, “Tell me more about the London clubs and the nightlife you frequent there, I would love you to take me to see some of it when we get to know each other more.” If I hadn’t known better I would have thought she was flirting with me those first couple of weeks and I have to say I was flattered. I’m quite good looking and keep myself fit at my gym and although Jane was probably a good fifteen or so years older than me, somewhere in her mid forties, she had raven dark hair and a trim body which women half her age would be proud of.

Sarah, their daughter, was also chatty and took after her mother with long dark hair which she usually held in a pony tail style. She was quite a looker as well but so where many of her friends who would call round to see her after school or at weekends. It was a little hard to guess Sarah’s age and I put her at about fourteen but Jane informed me she would not hit that mark for another two months. Sarah was clearly going to break a lot of hearts when she got older and it was a good bet that her mother had done the same in her time.

As I got out of my car on the Friday of the third week in my new house, Jane was walking along the road as usual and she came over to me to chat again.

“Listen,” she said, “you’ve been here nearly a month and you should have gotten settled in by now so why don’t you come over tonight and share a few drinks?”

I was really tired after a hard week but I didn’t want to offend her so I agreed.

“Great!” she exclaimed, “We’ll see you about eight then and that will give you chance to freshen up and eat before you come over.”

“What do you want me to bring?” I called after her as she headed back to her house.

“Just bring yourself Tom,” she threw back over her shoulder, “I’ll provide everything else!” and I heard her lightly laugh as she walked away.

“Hmmm,” I thought to myself, “That lady is one hell of a tease” and I smiled as my thoughts raced away with me. I went in and showered and fixed myself a sandwich and at eight I picked a bottle of Cognac from my bar and went round to Paul and Jane’s house. I rang the bell and nearly dropped the bottle when she opened the door. As I said before she is quite a woman but right then she looked stunning. She wore a thin strapped black dress which would definitely have been called a ‘little black number’. It clung to her in all the right places and showed her body off at its best with a low cut neckline allowing her breasts to show their cleavage and as she stood aside to let me in I could hardly take my eyes of them.

“Ooh, brandy,” she said taking the bottle from me, “we’ll make good use of this later.” and she winked and turned to lead the way down the hall into the house as I followed taking in the magnificent sway of her hips and the stylish look of her legs in black nylon. As she moved into the lounge she glanced over her shoulder at me and caught my stare.

“My, my sir,” she teased, “I do believe you are ogling me.”

I began to try and protest innocence but she just laughed and led me into the room and called “Paul, pour our guest a drink will you? And I’ll have whatever Tom’s having.”

I asked for a Scotch and water and Paul poured three hefty measures and our social get together began. I wondered where Sarah was and Paul explained that she was sleeping over with her friend Lizzie which she often did on Friday nights. I sat on the couch and Paul joined me at first and as Jane turned to sit opposite us in the armchair I caught my breath as her short dress swirled up and I thought I saw that she was not wearing panties.

“Come on!” I thought, “You imagined that. She must be wearing something.” And as Paul had seen her twirl as clearly as I had and he had not changed in his manner, I was sure this was the case. However, as the night wore on and Jane stood and then sat again several times I became fairly convinced that my first thoughts had been right. More than this, Jane had now placed her glass on the floor in front of her and gave me a superb show of her cleavage every time she reached for a drink or to replace the glass. By now I was struggling to keep my semi hard on under control and I was sure she was enjoying my discomfort. Then Paul said he felt unwell and excused himself. I got up to leave but he said “No, don’t leave yet, Jane is just starting to enjoy herself and I probably just need a rest and I’ll join you both later if I feel better.

As Paul left us, Jane poured us both a brandy from the bottle I’d brought and came over and sat on the couch, draped her arm across the back, and began to stroke my hair.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

“What?” I spluttered.

“Oh come on now,” she giggled, “You’ve been sneaking looks at my cunt all night and don’t try to say you haven’t as I’ve spent enough time flashing it to you during the evening.” And with that she leaned across and kissed me, sinking her tongue deep into my mouth and dribbling her saliva into me as she unzipped me and reached into my bulging cock. “See!” she said, “Don’t pretend this has grown by accident.” And she eased my cock free and began to slowly stroke it. “Well now, this really is worthy of a closer inspection!” she purred as she slid from the couch onto her knees before me.

She knelt there and took hold of my cock with her right hand as she cupped my balls with her left. She lightly began to stroke the full length of my cock from the base up to the very tip where she then used her index finger to rub over the slit. She gave me a firm squeeze and eased a droplet of precum from the end which she then stroked onto her finger tip and then placed it on her tongue and licked it clean. “Mmmmn, that tastes so nice,” she purred “and your cock is so lovely and firm, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” With that she moved her head closer and circled my cock with her lips and bobbed her head down right to my balls. All this had happened in the space of a couple of minutes and I was still thinking I was either dreaming or drunk and imagining this.

Dream or not, it felt so good and my balls were aching from holding my raging hard on in check most of the night, that I just went with Jane’s actions and put my hand behind her head to stroke her hair and guide her. “Ohh Jane! This feels fantastic, where did you learn to suck cock like this?”

“Ha, ha,” she giggled, “it’s been a long standing hobby of mine. Don’t think that it’s only you fast living city players who know how to enjoy sex. Us quiet country folk could show you all a few things.” With that she proceeded to show me some of those things as she sucked my cock with the most fabulous movements I had ever experienced. “Now let’s see what we can do with this brandy you brought with you.” She lifted the glass and took a long drink from it but didn’t swallow. Instead she lowered her mouth back over my cock head and bathed it in this fiery spirit. The sensation was incredible. My cock was already bursting with her expert sucking and rhythmic movements but now this light burning feeling from the brandy took things to a different level.

“I’m gonna cum Jane!” I said. But she only murmured and carried on her ministrations. “Oh yes, I’m cuming now.” I yelped and I shot stream after stream into her mouth which she continued to keep clamped over my cock as she milked me dry. With my final spurt, she sucked her mouth to the end of my cock and off the head. Then she smiled at me, tilted her head back and opened her mouth to reveal a pool of brandy with strands of my cum in it, and then she languidly swallowed it down, drip by drip.

“Mmmm, spunk smoothie.” She crooned, “My favourite.” Then she rose to her feet and peeled her dress over her head to reveal herself naked except for her black stockings and heeled shoes. She took a step forward and lifted her right leg onto the couch beside me so that her pussy was level with my face. “Now your turn!” she said, and I needed no further urging as right in front of me was this neatly trimmed bush of almost black hair which extended to the top of her labia and from there on backwards she was smooth shaved.

I buried it in my mouth and bit upwards with my bottom jaw to lightly clamp across her hood and clit. Then I extended my tongue and licked along her length to taste her sweet and salty juices which were already flowing freely. I reached around her and clamped my hands over her buttocks and held her tight to my mouth as I licked and sucked all around and all inside of her pussy. “Yes Tom, lick my lovely hot cunt and make me cum on your face. You’d like that wouldn’t you Tom?” she taunted and all I could do was nod and grunt as I carried on lapping her up. “Now!!” she screeched and came over me with a gush of fluid and I gulped her juices hungrily as she sank forward in her orgasmic spasms and slid over to my side on the couch. “The brandy,” she said, “drip some into me so that I can feel it too. I love the hot feeling it gives and the tingling I get from it!”

I knelt before her now as she slid her hips to the front of the cushion and pulled her legs up to expose herself before me. I reached for my glass and with one hand I parted her gasping lips and with the other I dribbled some brandy into her open cunt mouth. She squirmed immediately and I wondered if it was burning her too much but she slid a finger forwards and dipped it into herself to then remove it and sucked the fluids into her mouth. “Lick inside me Tom.” She commanded, and I moved forwards to eagerly oblige, “Drink all of that brandy from my hot cunt” she kept saying as I lapped it from her like a cat with a saucer of milk until I’d cleaned every drop in sight.

I then rocked forwards on my knees and rubbed the head of my recovered cock against her open lips and then I slid it fully into her as she tilted her head backwards and gasped with her mouth and eyes wide open. “Oooooh yessss! Now fuck me Tom, and fuck me hard and fast.” She said and I began to pound into her with full solid strokes. The friction and the sting of the brandy was driving us both wild and we fucked with a fury – me ploughing into her and she thrusting up to meet me. “Yes, yes” she yelled as she came once more and I was unable to hold back and pumped another load of my cum into her as I collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her legs tightly around by back with her pussy twitching and nibbling my tenderised cock.
“Very nice.” Said a voice from behind me and I suddenly realised where I was and tried to pull away but Jane would have none of it and only clung tighter to me, still rocking her pelvis against mine. “Was he good darling?” I heard Paul ask.

“Oh yes,” Jane replied dreamily, “Even better than we expected.”

It was then that I realised I had been set up and that there was to be more from my new neighbours in times to come.

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