The Medallion Part 1

THE MEDALLION
?Take your panties off!!!? The lady Mike had spoken to stood up and raised the hem of her skirt and slid her panties down over her shapely legs. This is amazing, he thought to himself.

An hour previously, Mike was browsing around in his local charity shop. It was raining heavily outside and he'd only ducked in to shelter. The shelves and rails were filled with the usual mixture of old clothes and bric-a-brac and Mike was about to brave the storm when something caught his eye. It was an oriental looking medallion on a chain, not the sort of thing that he would normally buy, but he was strangely drawn to it. As he picked it up, it seemed to vibrate in his hand and a strange tremor went through his body. Not really knowing why, he walked towards the counter, fishing in his pocket for the fifty pence that the price tag said. As the young girl behind the counter bent down to get a bag from under the counter, Mike got a view down the front of her blouse. ?Mmm,? he thought to himself, ?Mmm nice tits,? he thought, ?wish I could see more of them.? To his utter amazement, the young girl smiled and looked up at him and began to unbutton her blouse. Mike stood there open mouthed as she lifted her bra and fully exposed herself to him. While this was happening, Mike noticed that the medallion was vibrating even harder in his hand. He put it down onto the counter and the sales assistant pulled her bra back down and re-buttoned her blouse, before standing up and placing the medallion in the bag as if nothing had happened. Mike paid her the fifty pence and left the shop, still not believing what had just happened.

He hopped on a bus and took out the medallion to examine it more closely. As he sat there a woman he recognised as one of his neighbours, boarded the bus and sat opposite him. As Mike looked up, he felt the medallion start to vibrate in his hand again. He looked across at the woman. She was in her late fifties and Mike, although he had never actually spoken to her, knew her name was Hazel. He'd often thought that she was quite a looker, quite different to the rest of the occupants of the block of flats they lived in, most of which were really old. She lived alone but Mike had noticed that she regular string of male visitors. His mind strayed and he found himself wondering why she had so many men friends and the medallion started to vibrate again. His thoughts were cut off as she smiled at him and slowly opened her legs. Now Mike could see right up to her panties and unlike what you would expect of a lady her age, Mike could see that they were made of a very sheer lace and were pulled up tight so her dark ping pussy lips were clearly visible at each side of the lace crotch. The medallion was now going berserk in his hand and he had to drop it into his lap. As he loosed it, the woman blushed and quickly closed her legs.

Could it be that the medallion had special powers. It seemed that whatever he was thinking of would inexplicably happen. When they reached the flats, they both got off and entered the building. As Mike followed her along the corridor, he decided to try out his theory. ?Invite me in for coffee,? he thought to himself. Almost instantly, the woman turned round. ?We haven't really met,? she said, ?but would you like to come in for a coffee.? That proved it, there was something about the medallion, something that made people do whatever Mike was thinking about.

As they walked down the corridor, Mike decided on one last test. ?Lift up the back of your skirt,? he thought. Without breaking her stride, the woman reached down and grabbed the hem at the back of her skirt and hoisted it up, exposing her ass cheeks covered in a thin layer of black lace. As soon as they entered her flat Mike's mind was working overtime. The woman told Mike to sit down in the lounge while she made coffee. Mike did and as he sat there he began to think how he could use his new found power. He guessed her to be in her mid sixties, the same age as himself, but she had the looks and body of someone a lot younger. She had short blonde hair, a nice pair of tits and nice legs. She brought the coffees in and set them down on the table. ?I won't be long,? she said, ?I have to use the bathroom.? As she left the room, Mike couldn't help notice her tight round ass as she swayed out through the door. ?I'd love to see her in her undies,? he thought.

Two minutes later she was back and Mike almost choked on his coffee. Her blouse and skirt had gone and she sauntered into the room in just a black lace bra and matching panties. She sat on the couch by the side of him as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Mike decided to try something else. ?I've often wondered why you have so many male visitors,? he said, hoping that words worked the same as thoughts. To his delight, the woman bluntly replied. ?Oh they come here to fuck, I do have a lot of men friends.? ?Do they all fuck you?? Mike asked. ?Well not every time, some of them are true friends as well as fuck buddies,? she replied. Mike's mind raced. What he asked her had brought him to the situation he was in now. His neighbour was now standing infront of him in just her underwear and her lace covered pussy only inches from his face. Mike thought for a moment again. ?Show me what you do with your men friends,? he ordered.

Hazel sat back beside him and looked down at the obvious bulge in Mikes pants. She moved her hand onto it and Mike groaned as she began to stroke him through the rough denim. Mike's cock was twitching frantically as Hazel massaged his erection and she smiled when she felt his reaction. Her hand moved to the waistband of his pants and began to unbuckle his belt, she whipped it from around his waist and threw it on the floor, before returning her hand and undoing the fastener. Mike's eyes were closed but he heard the unmistakable sound of his zip being lowered. He opened his eyes as Hazel pulled the top of his jeans apart and exposed his black Lycra boxers. There was a wet mark on them, where his cock had been weeping as Hazel groped for it. His seven inch erection was clearly outlined through the tight thin fabric. Hazel continued her massage, but this time there was no rough denim between her fingers and Mike's cock. Just the light covering of his boxers. That barrier was soon removed, as Hazel pulled the top down and uncovered his swollen knob. The pre-cum was still oozing from the tip as she ran her thumb over it. Mike groaned even louder as she smeared the slick liquid over his knob.

Her free hand delved down between his legs and cupped his balls as her thumb ran over his small vee shaped circumcision scar on the underside of his knob. That was one of Mike's big triggers and his hips rose off the couch. Hazel pulled the waistband of his boxers down and fully exposed his erection and Mike tensed as she lowered her head into his lap. No wonder she had so many male visitors, she really knew how to get a man going. He expected her to take his knob into her mouth, but Hazel was too experienced for that. Instead, she moved her mouth to the base of his shaft and flicked her tongue out, running it over his balls. The pre-cum was literally pouring out of the tip of Mike's cock now and Hazel was smearing it all over his knob. She began to work her way up his shaft, licking the underside, licking the tube that Mike knew would soon be delivering its load of his cum. She tilted her head and smiled at him. She knew exactly what she was doing. Hazel loved sucking a nice hard cock and she also knew she was good at it. As Hazel's tongue touched the underside of Mike's knob, he gasped loudly but the best was yet to come.

Hazel's head moved slightly and Mike felt his knob bathed in the warm wetness of her mouth. Slowly millimetre by tortuous millimetre her lips slid down over its tip. As soon as his knob was fully in her mouth, Hazel pulled up till just her lips were covering the eye and she sucked hard. Mike heard her moan as more of his pre-cum was drawn into her mouth. That seemed to be her trigger and she slid her lips back over his knob but this time she didn't stop until Mike felt her chin brushing his pubic hair. She then started a slow, deliberate bobbing movement with her head, sliding her lips up and down his shaft, sucking hard when she reached his knob. Mike could feel the pressure building up in his balls and knew he was close to exploding. ?Oh I hope she swallows,? he thought. ?I'm cumming Hazel,? knowing that if the medallion did its work she would take his load. Hazel increased the speed of her lips up and down his shaft even faster. Mike couldn't believe it, Hazel had just given him the best blow job of his life and to cap it all she was now about to swallow his load.

Her thumb was on the base of his shaft, blocking his eruption. When she did finally release it, his cum shot up his shaft and erupted into her mouth. She swallowed, sucking hard all the while she did, until the flow stopped. Even then, she didn't release Mike's cock from between her lips, but kept on sliding them up and down his shaft until it softened in her mouth. As it finally slid from between her lips, she smiled up at him and ran her tongue over them, capturing what had seeped from the corners of her mouth.

She sat back down beside Mike and smiled at him. ?When my men friends call,? she said softly, ?they always pleasure me too.? As she spoke, she ran her hand down over her stomach over her lace covered cunt lips. Mike was tempted to carry on, but he had a doctors appointment and had to take a rain check, but he knew that his adventures with the medallion had only just begun.