Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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I was sitting in my lounge drinking a beer. Why not? It's my time, my house, I am a grown man, I can do what I like. My other half was at work, I had been working from home and my work for the day had been done, so, relaxation time.
The doorbell rang. I sighed put my beer down and answered the door, there were two middle aged women there.
"Hello, yes, can I help you?" I asked.
"We want to bring the true message to you." One of them said. Bloody God Botherer's.
"Oh, I don't think you do, you don't have the true message."
"Yes we do, The Lord loves you."
"No, no he really doesn't."
"Of course he does."
"No, look, if he loved us, why would he allow so many deaths and wars in his name. If there is one true God why has he abandoned all the Muslim women and let them be persecuted and stoned and hidden away."
"He guides and cannot help if we ignore him."
"Oh, is that so, why does he allow priests to rape choir boys, surely they, of all people, should follow the word of God."
"You are a disciple of Satan," and she made the sign of a cross and walked away.
I laughed. "Goodbye ladies," I called after them. I had no truck with religion, it had no place in a modern world in my view. I shut the door and went back to my beer. I had a laugh about it over dinner with Geraldine my wife.
The next day I had to go to the office for a few hours and I got home at about eleven thirty. I decided I would have some lunch and then do some more work in the afternoon. The doorbell rang, I opened it half expecting the God Botherer's to come back for more, I had plenty more in my arsenal, but no, it was Sophie from next door.
"I see you had the God Botherer's yesterday," she said laughing.
"Come in Sophie, yes, silly women, I half thought that you were them, come back to try and convert me."
"I don't know what you said, but they called you Satan's spawn and told me to never speak to you, you would corrupt me."
"Ha ha, unlikely, the only corruption on my mind would be upstairs in bed."
I don't really know why I said that, I mean, I don't recall having flirted with Sophie, but the words just fell out of my mouth.
"Oh," she said looking at me, and then noticeably at my crotch, "do you mean that, really?"
I was in a hole now. "Well, if you would call it corruption, I prefer to say pleasure."
She looked at me with eyes that seemed to pierce my soul, if I had one. "No one would know," she said.
"We would know."
"Yes we would. If it were memorable," she said, her stance unmoving.
"If you wanted..." I said.
She looked at me for a moment and then said, "come on before I change my mind," and she headed to my stairs.
I was a bit shocked, I have to be honest, but I followed her upstairs, I had a nice view of her flowery knickers as she went up. In my bedroom, the one I share with my wife Geraldine, she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on a chair, Geraldine's chair as it happened, I mentally shrugged, well, Geraldine wasn't here was she?
I pulled my polo shirt over my head and dropped it onto my chair as Sophie was undoing her bra. Knickers and bra mismatched meant, to me, that she hadn't planned this, this was very much a spur of the moment thing. As I pulled my trousers and underpants down together, Sophie pulled down her flowery panties and revealed her beautifully shaved fanny.
"I'll need a little preamble," she said as she lay on the bed. Good, I am not a slam it in and thanks guy.
I knelt on the bed between her ankles and leant forward, my nose within touching distance of her crease, I inhaled, oh what a delight, the slight musk of a woman and nothing else. I ran my nose along her crease, pressing at her clitoris as I reached the top end, Sophie sighed. I reached up under my chin with my right hand and circled her entrance with two fingers, each circle pressing just a little deeper inside her until I was a knuckle in, and then I pushed in as far as my fingers would go, and as I parted my fingers she gasped loudly. My little finger lay in the crease of her arse, pressing against her sphincter, pressing but not inwards.
I moved my head up slightly, my nose leaving her clitoris and I probed with my tongue, flicking her clitoris, teasing it from its hood and then I closed my mouth around it and I sucked, my tongue flicking it as it was in my mouth.
"Oh Jesus Fucking Christ," Sophie gasped.
It seemed I was doing something right, that's nice. I began to finger shag her, my two fingers straight and going in and out, as my tongue work in synchronisation with my fingers. Sophie was panting louder and louder and her body was rocking in an up and down movement. I pressed as hard and as deep as I could, my tongue only lightly flicking her clitoris, and as I sensed her moment was close, I pressed in hard and held my fingers still, rocking my hand against her fanny and valley and pushed hard with my tongue.
Sophie rose off the bed, she gurgled, her fanny squeezed my fingers hard, almost painfully, gosh she had some muscles and she screamed, her screech echoing around the bedroom.
"Stop, Jesus, stop," she cried, pushing my head away from her groin.
"My God, who taught you that? Jesus H."