Taught By My Neighbour

TAUGHT BY MY NEIGHBOUR
For the fourth time in as many days, my cock erupted into the pair of red satin panties wrapped around it. In my mind, it wasn't the panties I was shooting my load into, but what they normally covered. At sixteen years old, I was technically still a virgin. I'd had the odd grope of my girlfriend's tits and once, even got to feel her cunt through her panties but as far full sex was concerned I was a virgin and relied on my fist for my satisfaction. Of course I knew it all in theory, I had a good selection of hard core porn magazines, which I made good use. The only problem with magazines is that the women in them were always much older than I was hence my recent fixation with my neighbour.
I was reading a story in one of my magazines about a young lad and his escapades with his sexy older neighbour. By coincidence, or was it fate, as I finished reading the story and was about to put the magazine back in its hiding place, I glanced out of my bedroom window and noticed my neighbour, Mrs. Evans, hanging out her washing. Now I'd never thought of Mrs. Evans as anything but a neighbour, she was at least forty years older than I was and any sexual thoughts about her had never entered my mind. That was until that moment. It must have been the combination of the story that I'd just finished reading and what she was hanging on the line, but my cock, already hard from the story, got even harder as I watched her hang her washing out. She must have been washing her smalls as she a pegged out a selection of panties, bras and even a couple of suspender belts. I was then, for the first time, I began to imagine what she'd look like in them. As soon as she'd finished and gone back indoors, I got the magazine out again and re-read the story, this time glancing down at Mrs. Evans underwear as I read and soon my cock was out and in my hand and I was enjoying my first fantasy about my sexy neighbour.
It was a couple of days later that I acquired the red satin panties though. I'd watched Mrs. Evans hanging out her washing again and, about ten minutes after she'd gone back indoors, I heard her car start up and guessed she'd gone out somewhere. I sat looking at the washing line for a few minutes, then made what turned out to be, a life changing decision. I decided that I wanted a pair of those panties. After checking that she really had gone out, I nipped next door and surveyed the teenage heaven hanging on the line. As before, there was a selection of panties and bras of various colours definitely not the sort of underwear that you'd expect a lady of Mrs. Evans's age to wear. They were all silky, lacy, cock hardening sexy underwear. After carefully selecting my choice, the red satin pair, I made my way back to my bedroom, lay back on the bed and wrapped them around my cock. After just a few strokes I shot my first load into them, revelling in the feel of the soft satin around my rock solid cock.
I lay there for about half an hour, the panties lying on my stomach covering my cock until I heard Mrs. Evans return. I got off the bed, the panties still draped over my semi-erect cock, to see if she would come out to get the washing in, and, sure enough, after ten minutes or so she was at the washing line. I knew she couldn't help but notice the empty space on the line and waited to see what she'd do. Sure enough, when she got to the place where the red panties had been, she stopped and I saw her look around the garden, she must have thought they'd blown off the line or something, then she shook her head and carried on getting the rest of the washing in.
After a couple more days of coming into the red panties, the novelty began to wear off. I'd rinsed them through a couple of times but that seemed to decrease the pleasure I was getting from them so I decided they needed replacing and a couple of days later I got my chance.
Again Mrs. Evans was hanging out her washing and later when I heard her car start up and drive away I took the red panties out of their hiding place then went down stairs and into her garden. Surveying the assortment of underwear on the line, I selected a pair of black lace ones, but this time, instead of just taking of them off the line, I replaced them with the red satin pair, then went back to my bedroom to wait for Mrs. Evans to take the washing in. About half an hour later, during which time I'd wanked of into the black panties twice, Mrs. Evans returned and was out in the garden at the washing line. When she reached the red satin pair I'd left, I saw her stop dead and shake her head as she took them off the line and drop them into the laundry basket. She stood for a minute then suddenly looked round as if she knew she was being watched. Luckily I managed to step back so she didn't see that it was me that was the watcher. After placing the rest of the laundry in the basket, she looked round the garden again then, still shaking her head, went back indoors. This went on for a couple of weeks with me changing the panties each time she did any washing. I was really enjoying myself now as I used an assortment of her underwear to wank into as I sat reading my 'younger / older stories in my magazines. Then one day things changed dramatically!!!
I was off school for half term and was in the house alone, when an envelope addressed to me popped through the letter box. No stamp and the fact that it was too late for the postie meant that it had been hand delivered. Inside was a hand written note that read. ?Mike call this number. I know what you've been up to.? There was no signature, just a phone number. I read the number several times but didn't recognise it and eventually picked up the phone and dialled it. After a couple of rings it was answered by a female voice. ?Mike?? ?Yes,? I replied, ?who's this?? There was a slight pause then. ?You might not recognise the voice Mike, but you'd definitely recognise the panties I'm wearing. They're the red satin ones.? I was stunned into silence and almost dropped the phone. ?Are you still there?? the voice asked. I stood dumbstruck for a moment then replied. ?Y-y-yes. Is that you Mrs. Evans?? I heard her chuckle as she replied. ?Well unless you've been stealing panties from other washing lines, it has to be doesn't it??
?W-w-what do you want,? I stammered. ?Well,? she replied, ?I know you're Mother and Father are at work so the first thing I want is for you to return my panties. Bring them round now!!!? ?H-h-how did you know?? I asked. ?Well when you bring them back, I'll show you. I don't like being kept waiting so make it snappy.?
I knew there wasn't much I could do but comply so I went to my bedroom and took the panties, a red lace pair, from their hiding place and headed next door. I hadn't had chance to rinse them out so the crotch was stiff with at least three loads of my cumm. I walked up the front path and saw Mrs. Evans standing at the window watching me. As I mounted the steps to her front door, it opened and stood there, hands on her hips. There was a slight scowl on her face but she didn't look as angry as I'd expected. ?Come in Mike. I think you have something that belongs to me,? she said, as she looked at the pair of panties scrunched up in my hand. As I walked through the door, she closed it behind me and grabbed the panties from my grasp. ?I thought it was this pair,? she said, as she ran her thumb over the crotch. ?It looks like you've made good use of them Mike. Oh and thanks for washing the others before you returned them.? I just stood there speechless as she fingered the cumm stiff panties then she led me into the lounge and indicated for me to take a seat on the couch. I sat there not knowing what to do or say as she took a seat opposite. She was still holding the red panties as she stared at me. ?The red satin pair was the first wasn't it Mike?? she said as she sat and waited for my reaction. ?Y-y-yes,? I stammered. ?Then the black pair but I lost track after that. Which ones did you like best Mike?? Again I was lost for words. ?Come on Mike, you must have a favourite pair.? I wasn't really sure what to say, they'd all felt good wrapped around my teenage cock but eventually I gave her my reply. ?I t-t-think I liked the white lace ones.? ?Good choice,? she said, ?they were expensive. Wait here.? With that she got up and left the room and I was tempted to get up and run but, before I could make up my mind she was back ad she wasn't empty handed. She was carrying the white lace panties. ?Here you are,? she said, as she tossed them to me. ?If you like them so much, you can have them. I've got plenty more, as you know.? Whether it was by accident or her good aim, the panties landed in my lap, covering my rapidly hardening cock. ?You can keep them Mike, on one condition.? ?W-w-what condition?? I stammered. ?I want to watch you. I want to watch what you do with them!!!?
This was something I hadn't expected and I was stunned. Wanking into her panties in the privacy of my bedroom was one thing but doing it in-front of her, well, that was a different thing all together. I was so shocked that my growing erection dwindled and my cock was now limp and lifeless. ?Before you make your mind up Mike, I think you might like to see this,? she said as she got up and turned the TV on. Flicking on the DVD player she sat back down. As I watched, the screen flickered into life. 'Caught In The Act'. The titles came up then a shot of her garden. I held my breath. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming next and I was right. I saw myself crossing her lawn, then removing a pair of pale blue panties and replacing them with the black pair I was carrying. Mrs. Evans stopped the DVD. ?Do you need to see more?? she asked. I just sat there and shook my head. ?I'm sure your parents would be shocked if they saw this wouldn't they Mike. Their son, a pantie stealing pervert!? I just nodded. ?Well if you don't want them to see it, you know what to do.?
I knew what she wanted and I couldn't believe my reaction. One of my fantasies was on the verge of becoming a reality and I'd lost my bottle. ?What's the matter Mike,? she asked, ?lost your nerve? Maybe this will help.? As I sat there she stood up and pulled her skirt up around her waist then sat down again. She was right, I did recognise the panties she was wearing! The red satin ones that had started all this off. ?Did they feel nice Mike? Did they feel good that first time?? As she spoke, she ran her fingers over the crotch where they covered her cunt lips. The exact place where I'd deposited half a dozen loads of my teenage cumm. Now being your normal horny teenager, the sight of Mrs. Evans sitting there, her legs open wide stroking her pussy and the only thing between me and it, a thin layer of red satin, my cock began hardening again and when she slipped a finger inside them my mind was made up!!!
Without getting up, I unclipped the top of my jeans and lowered my zip. My cock was now fully hard again and as I pulled the top of my jeans apart the bulge of my erection was obvious. Not wanting to take things too fast, instead of getting my cock out, I pushed the panties down the front of my boxers and wrapped the lacy material around my cock. Mrs. Evans's eyes were locked on my crotch as I worked her panties up and down my length. I looked across at her and saw that she was now really working her fingers into her cunt and there was a definite wet patch where the red satin covered her hole. I could feel the different texture of the lace as it smoothed over my knob and knew that I was leaking pre-cum. I also knew that if I carried on at this rate I would be shooting my load soon, very soon. I needed to slow things down!!!
I pushed the front of my boxers down, exposing my lace covered cock. After unwrapping it I draped Mrs. Evans's panties over it and put my hands behind my head. I saw puzzled look cross Mrs. Evans's face, not sure what I was doing. I was about to something I'd learned while playing her panties. With my cock hidden by the white lace, I flexed my stomach muscles, causing my cock to twitch under it. I saw Mrs. Evans smile. ?Ooh,? she said, ?there's something alive under there Mike. Do it again.? I did as she asked but this time really put some effort into it and my cock jumped so much that the panties slid off it. ?Mmm,? she said, ?you are a big boy aren't you Mike.? Now I've never considered myself big, but looking back I suppose eight inches was on the well endowed size for a sixteen year old and her compliment made me feel good. I began to show off now, flexing my stomach muscles and making my cock jerk violently.
Mrs. Evans scowled across at me. ?That's enough messing around Mike, show me what you do with my panties, as if I didn't know.? Wrapping the panties around my cock again, I started to slide the lacy material up and down my shaft and closed my eyes to intensify the sensation. In my mind it was Mrs. Evans's fingers around my cock and I groaned softly. I worked the panties over my knob, smearing my pre-cum over it. Again it wasn't my pre-cum, it was Mrs. Evans's wet pussy on my knob. As I sat there in my own little world of fantasies, I heard Mrs. Evans groan and on opening my eyes, I was treated to the sight of her, mature cunt. Her eyes were still locked on my lace covered cock but now, she'd eased the crotch of her panties aside and I could see her slim fingers sliding in and out of her hole. I must have stopped for a moment, because she suddenly looked at me. ?Who told you to stop Mike,? she said, ?keep going. I want to see you cumm in my panties.? I resumed my stroking, this time keeping my eyes open though. Seeing the real thing was better than any fantasy. As my own orgasm got closer it was a struggle to keep them open though but I persevered and as I felt my cumm coursing up my shaft, Mrs. Evans spoke again. ?Take the panties off just before you cumm Mike, I want to see your cock spurt. I want to see your cumm flying.? Two minutes later Mrs. Evans got what she wanted and as I pulled the panties off my cock, it erupted, sending a jet of my cumm into the air. ?Oh yes that's it Mike,? she groaned and I saw her back arch up off the chair. ?I'm coming Mike, I'm coming.? With that she let out what was almost a howl as her whole body went rigid and I could see her cumm flooding from her pussy. For my part, I just kept pumping and pumping my fist up and down my shaft, sending spurt after spurt from the tip of my cock. As my orgasm subsided, so did Mrs. Evans's and we both sat there for over ten minutes recovering.
?Right Mike,? that'll do for tonight, you can put it away now.? Her words snapped me out of my fantasy and I looked across at her. ?Have you ever been with a girl Mike,? she asked. Grudgingly I admitted that I hadn't. I saw her smile at my confession then she stood up. ?Well I think I'm going to enjoy teaching you what to do and being your first Mike, but like I said that's enough for tonight. I'll let you know when your next lesson is.? Then she walked to the lounge door. ?You'd better get home before your parents get home. I'll call you when I know you're alone.? With that she led me back down the hallway and showed me out of the door. ?See you soon, and don't forget to use these,? she said as she handed me the white lace panties and closed the door behind me.
All that week I made good use of the white lace panties, wanking off into them every night, my mind filled with the image of Hazel's fingers inside them playing with her cunt. I was beginning to think she'd had her fun with me and I wasn't going to get a call from her but on the Saturday afternoon, my mother was out shopping and my dad was working on his car, the phone rang. I picked it up and my cock sprang instantly to attention. ?Hello Mike, how are my panties, nice and stiff I hope? I know you're mother and father are going out tonight so I want you round here ten minutes after they've gone. Understood? It's time for your second lesson.? This wasn't so much an invitation as an order but I wasn't going to argue.
My parents left the house at seven and I was at Mrs. Evans's front door, white lace panties in hand, ten minutes later. I was about to knock, when it swung open and Mrs. Evans stood there smiling. ?That's what I like Mike, punctuality and I see you've brought the panties with you.? She stood aside and I stepped inside. ?The lounge I think,? she said, pointing down the hallway. I felt like a naughty schoolboy as I walked in-front of her.
As soon as we entered the lounge, she pointed at an arm chair. ?Sit,? she said sharply. I looked at the couch but Mrs. Evans shook her head. ?Oh no, not yet,? she said, ?you owe me first.? Reluctantly I did as she instructed and sat down in the chair, while Mrs. Evans stood opposite with her back to me. She looked over her shoulder and smiled then took hold of the hem of her skirt and pulled it up around her waist. She was watching my reaction intently as I gazed at her silk covered ass. She was wearing a pair of pale blue panties that covered her ass cheeks completely, but she'd pulled them up tight so that I could see the swell of her cunt lips inside them and there was a definite damp patch where they were in contact with the pale blue lace. She turned round to face me, still smiling. As she stood there, she began unbuttoning her blouse until the matching bra was on full display. After slipping the blouse off her shoulder, she sat down on the couch with her legs apart. The damp patch on her panties was now clearly visible and she smiled across at me again. ?Come and stand here Mike,? she said, pointing at a point between her feet. As I stood up I saw her smile broaden as she saw the bulge in the front of my jeans. I walked across the room and stood where she'd indicated, my hands behind my back.
?Take your clothes off,? she said sternly, ?you won't be needing them for a while.? Again I did as she said and pulled my tee shirt off over my head and unzipped my jeans, sliding them down along with my boxers. Mrs. Evans smiled again as my cock bobbed lewdly in-front of her. Reaching out, she took hold of it and used it to pull me closer. As her fingers wrapped around my shaft I thought I was going to shoot my load there and then, but Mrs. Evans reached out with her other hand, gripped my balls and squeezed hard. It was painful but it did stop me coming for the time being.
When she was sure my orgasm had subsided, Mrs. Evans pulled me even closer and I thought I was going to pass out, as she opened her mouth and slid her lips over my knob. I'd never felt anything like it as my knob slipped into her mouth and her lips worked their way down my shaft. There was no way she was going to stop me coming this time and literally, within seconds I could feel my cumm coursing up my shaft. I tried to pull back, but Mrs. Evans gripped my ass cheeks, preventing me moving. I couldn't believe it she actually wanted me to cum in her mouth. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven as jet after jet of my cumm poured down her throat. I could feel her swallowing as I pumped wad after wad into her mouth. I was on the verge of passing out, my knees felt like jelly and I had to lean on her shoulders to maintain my balance. Mrs. Evans kept sucking until I had nothing left and my cock began to soften in her mouth and slipped from between her lips.
I stood there gasping for breath as Mrs. Evans smiled up at me. ?That should slow you down Mike. Now it's your turn!!! On your knees.? She placed her hands on my hips and forced me down until I was kneeling between her thighs the moved her hands to the back of my head. Before I knew it, my nose was pressed against the lace of her panties and the musky odour of her sex filled my senses. ?Lick,? she ordered, ?lick me.? She pressed down my head until my lips were in contact with her lace covered cunt lips. ?Lick them Mike,? she ordered again, ?lick my panties.? I poked my tongue out and ran the tip over the moist fabric and I heard her groan above me. ?That's it Mike, just like that.? I began sliding my tongue up and down and could feel the moisture growing as my saliva mixed with her juices and I heard her groans grew louder. ?Wait,? she said, as she eased the pressure on my head and moved a hand to her panties. My tongue lost contact with the lacy covering for a moment as she eased it aside. Now her glistening, wet cunt lips were uncovered and she pressed my mouth against them. This was a dream, I couldn't believe it was happening. The aroma her cunt was one thing but the taste was something else and my tongue was drawn as if magnetically to the soft folds and I began to run my tongue through them. Now her groans had almost turned to screams, as her hips thrust forward to meet me, pulling my tongue deeper into her cleft.
?There Mike, there,? she suddenly shrieked, ?put your tongue in there.? My tongue was passing over the entrance to her sex and with one hard thrust of her hips it was inside her and she was bucking her hips against me frantically. Her thighs clamped tightly around my head and her hands pulled me closer as she went into overdrive, fucking my tongue with her cunt. I was struggling to breathe now, her cunt lips filling my mouth and my nose pressed against her clit but she didn't seem to care, her own satisfaction was all that was on her mind.
I managed to pull back for a second and gulped in a lung full of air before she pulled my face back onto her cunt. ?No Mike, don't stop now, I'm coming. Oh my god I'm coming,? and cum she did!!! Suddenly my mouth was filled with the sticky, salty taste of Mrs. Evans's juices. At first, taken by surprise I gagged but I soon got used to the sensation and began swallowing greedily as wave after wave poured down my throat. This was my first real taste of a woman and I just couldn't seem to get enough and was disappointed when the deluge slowed to a trickle and finally stopped.
Suddenly I was flat on my back as Mrs. Evans roughly pushed me away and before I could get back up, she was off the couch standing astride my prone body. My cock was as hard as I'd ever known it, and I saw her smile as she looked down at it. ?That's what I need now,? she said as she took hold of her skirt and panties and slid them down over her hips. Kicking them aside she sank slowly to her knees. My heart was pounding as she lowered herself onto me. I expected her to take hold of my cock and guide it into her cunt but to my surprise, she didn't. Instead she lowered herself onto me and trapped it between my stomach and her soaking cunt lips then began working herself up and down the length of my shaft. As she did, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing her tits to fall free. I didn't need telling what to do next and reached up and cupped on in each hand. As I ran my palms over her nipples began to moan softly and she pressed down harder on my cock. I was on the verge of blowing my load and was about to tell her, when her experience kicked in again. She raised herself off me, reached between us and held my cock upright. This wasn't quite how I expected to lose my virginity. But I didn't care, my cock would be in a woman's cunt for the first time.
I held my breath as her cunt lips got closer to the tip of my knob and gasped as a drop of her juices dripped onto it. She was wet, very wet and as she slid down on my shaft it was as though my cock was sliding into a tube of warm, liquid silk. I moved my hands and took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pinched them hard. Mrs. Evans gasped and started to ride my cock, bouncing up and down on me. Her eyes were closed and low moans were escaping her lips until she threw her head back and cried out. ?Oh my God, I'm coming Mike I'm coming.? The pace of her bouncing increased and suddenly I felt her cunt explode around my cock, bathing it with her hot, creamy juices. She came so hard that I could feel them running down between my arse cheeks onto the carpet. Mrs. Evans's orgasm triggered my own and I pushed up to meet her as I sent a jet of my cumm up into her cunt, quickly followed by another then another. I surprised myself at the amount I came considering I'd come just half an hour before. Eventually though my flow stopped and my cock rapidly softened and slipped out of its warm, wet nest. Mrs. Evens stayed sitting astride me as our combined juices trickled from her cunt and onto my now useless cock. I could feel it running, warm and sticky over my balls and down through my ass cheeks.
After lying still for five minutes or so Mrs. Evans raised herself off me and knelt by my side looking down at my wilted cock. ?That was good Mike, I think you're going to make at least one old lady very happy but I think that's enough for today. I'll call you when I want you again.? With that she stood up and helped me to my feet. After I'd dressed, with Mrs. Evans watching every move, she led me to the front door. When she reached it, she handed me the pale blue panties she'd been wearing. ?Here you are, these should keep you happy till your next lesson,? she said as she opened the door. A second later the door closed behind me and I was left standing there, her panties in my hand, wondering what my next lesson would be!!!