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New Neighbours.
This is a long story but I feel it needs to be told entirely.
My name is Tina I am 51 and I have been married to Richard for 26 years, we have two grown up sons who have left home.
My life has been I suppose on the whole happy.
The only part that was not was as a teen where I got bullied quite a lot, mostly by girls but sometimes boys as well.
I have always been big, well fat I suppose with large breasts and being big was the brunt of the bullying.
Even into my 20s I was bullied but all seem to change when I met my future husband, married at 25, we had our two sons and life was very good for the next 20 odd years.
We would have a very nice holiday every year, sometimes two and as it got closer to our holiday I would top up my tan in our back garden so I would look okay in my bikini when away.
We have lived in this detached home for the last 25 years of the 26 years we have been married, on the right we have a sweet elderly couple, Colin and Mary, and on the left we had a very old and quiet man who lived on his own.
I felt comfortable being in our back garden in a bikini with the elderly people living either side of us.
About two years ago, John, the elderly man on his own became ill and soon went into a care home where he sadly died.
The house was empty for nearly a year while his family sorted out his affairs before selling the house.
Last year a sold sign went up and we soon learned who was to move in, a father and his son, the father looked about 40 and the son was about 18 or 19, not sure.
It soon became clear that they were very rude and obnoxious and did not care who they had stay over in their home, mostly the sons friends and every few days they had a party of some sort, and now our quiet happy life was no more.
The first few days they tried to be pleasant but that soon changed to being just plain rude, mainly from the son as it soon became clear that his father would hardly be there as we found out that he had a lady friend and spent most weekends with her leaving his son to stay home playing loud music and having parties most weekends, our peaceful life was now turning into a nightmare.
It was not just the parties with loud music, it was things like I no I do not go into our garden much, and I loved my gardening, because as soon as I had been seen either by the son or one of his friends I would get hassle, and they were rude, I no longer felt comfortable sunbathing, being the size I am and in front of these young lads.
When I say rude, this is the sort of thing I had to put up with from his son and many different friends over a few months. It started of with just a few innuendo sort of comments when I was out in my garden then as I did not reply or join in, it steadily got worse over the weeks, things like, “ Did you get any this morning Mrs Jones“ “ Nice big arse” “ love you’re big tits Mrs Jones, I bet you give a great tit roll“ You maybe be big but I would fuck you “.
“Did you suck you’re husband off this morning with those lips? I would love a blowjob from you, I bet you’re good”.
I never told my husband any of this as I did not want any trouble or bad feelings as I felt it would not help and would probably make things worse.
Roll on summer I thought, I loved my garden and doing stuff in it but with the new neighbours I would sometimes think twice before going out there.
It was getting close to our holiday time so after much thought I decided to do a bit of sunbathing, to get myself ready for our holiday, to hell with these nasty people, I could not bring myself to swear, they were not going to ruin and bully me, I had that when I was young, now that I am in my 50s I was not going to let it happen to me again. I must say I was nervous if not a little scared as I got myself ready in my new bikini, my bum and my stomach are not great but away on holiday I felt comfortable with people that did not know me.
It was very quiet next door as I lay on a low lounger, sun glasses on, I started to read a book.
After about 20 minutes I put the book down and started to drift off for a little nap.
I must have heard a faint noise as I started to stir, I heard it again, as I opened my eyes, there was about 5 lads staring over the fence at me only 3ft away and a couple of them were taking pictures with their phone.
I shot up as one of them said, “I’m wanking off to these pictures tonight”
As they laughed to that I asked what they were doing and to leave me alone.
“ She speaks” said the son.
“ At least we get to see a bit more of you’re tits Mrs Jones, and I love you’re nipples, you going to get them tits out for us Mrs Jones?”.
I jumped up and walked very fast back into my house with their laughter ringing in my ears.
I was flustered, I sat down for a moment, I then went into the bathroom to get dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror, at my breasts, and you could clearly see my nipples poking through, there was a bit of a chill as the summer was not in full swing yet.
I was mortified, that these nasty lads had seen me that way.
It played on my mind for a couple of days, upsetting me.
One day I was just leaving our home to do a bit of a shop when I saw couple of these lads, I was asked if I was going to be doing a bit of sunbathing later as it was a nice day. I did not answer, I just walked on.
For some reason it would pop into my head now and again, I so wanted to get back into my gardening, to sunbath, just to have my everyday life back.
The weekend was here so I decided that next week I would go back into the garden no matter what, do my gardening, to sunbath, anything I wanted, I was not going to be stopped.
Saturday morning, my husband having gotten up I was lying in bed,
for some reason I was, how shall I say, a little more aroused than normal, I am not one to easily get aroused even during foreplay, let alone on my own.
I am not a prude but sex does not come into my mind often.
I started to slowly drift off, I was in a light sleep.
I was having a dream, a dream I can still see clearly in my mind.
I was out in our garden sunbathing, I opened my eyes and there stood these lads looking over the fence at me, I closed my eyes, blinked, I am not sure, then they were stood in my garden all around me, it kept changing, jumping from one moment to another.
They were saying things to me, the same things as before but this time I was enjoying it, as if what they were saying were nice things, and complementing me.
I sat up only for the tie up on my bikini top to be pulled and the sod ran off with it.
I covered my breasts and continued to stand up, but as I did my bottoms were pulled down and off in one go.
I was now naked. My dreamed jumped, skipped a bit.
I now saw myself lying on my back on the grass and I was being fucked, a cock was pushed into my mouth and then a third was placed in my other hand.
My dreamed jumped, skipped again, I was now being fucked by another but this time I had 3 then 4, 5 cocks around my head, my face, they were all wanking their cocks and started to come all over me, my eyes, on my nose, in my mouth and down my neck.
I shot up awake, flustered and shocked, I felt a little ashamed of myself.
Never in my entire life have I had a thought or dream like it, I was breathing heavy and my heart was beating fast.
I heard my husband coming up the stairs, he said he would take little Charlie (our dog for a walk as he seemed to have a little trouble doing his business.
I lay back down, I heard the door go, I put my hand to my breast, I was still breathing a little heavy, I squeezed my breast and my other hand moved down between my legs, I started to masturbate, I felt I needed to cum, I tried to think of other things but they were not the same, they were not arousing enough, I went back to that dream, my dream, being fucked, cocks placed in my mouth, lots of cocks wanking off over my face, that did it for me, and I came, more so than I can ever remember.
Needless to say it was on my mind for most of that Saturday.
Still in shock and feeling very ashamed of myself we went to bed, it still would not leave my mind so by morning and with husband gone to work I felt like masturbating again. I decided not to and to stop being silly and try to get it out of my head, my mind but I really wanted to get out in my garden, do some weeding and maybe to sunbath.
My mind started to wonder, that dream was so shocking for me to have it was arousing me every time it popped into my head, maybe I should go outside and sunbath, put some dark sunglasses on and just lie there, let them see me, look at me in my bikini, after all, they had already seen me like that.
Monday it was dull and cloudy, not so nice and I had a few things to do.
Tuesday was better but a bit breezy and with every passing day I could feel myself getting horny, more and more aroused, I wanted to masturbate but I refused to, to see if I could control these feelings.
Wednesday was perfect, but I had someone coming round to see me.
Thursday was very quiet, I did not hear a thing from next door and I a little down so was in no mood to anything, even gardening, it was a very boring and tedious day.
Friday was totally different; I did not have much to do, a bit of washing, took our dog Charlie for a walk, put the TV.
It was only 11am and I could hear next door had music playing; I had all the doors and windows open as it was very warm as did they.
I was on the sofa with my legs almost tucked under myself when I noticed my Charlie was not by my side, or in the room, I thought he might have gone outside to do his business, after about 10 minutes and still no sign of Charlie I went to check, our back gate was slightly open, I started to worry.
No sign of Charlie, I had a quick check around the garden and then shouting his name in the house and then back into the garden.
I started to panic even more and feel upset.
A lad from next door spoke up,” Are you alright Mrs Jones?” he said.
Then a couple of others came out, I explain that I could not find my little Charlie that he must have gotten out, as our back gate was open a little.
One lad blamed the neighbours from a couple of doors up, saying they were playing football and they had come round for their ball, they must have left the gate open.
“Don’t worry Mrs Jones, we will go and look for him” one lad said.
Two of them left together and a few came over the fence to look around my garden in case I had missed him.
I noticed that all of them were shirtless and that they all had on shorts or Speedo’s as if they were about to go for a swim.
It seemed like an age but a couple of minutes later one lad came to tell me that they had asked around on social media and that someone might have seen him a few streets away, we are sending him a message now to see if he could take a picture of him.
I rushed round to next door, not being clued up on the social media stuff I asked what was going on, I was visibly shaking with worry.
I heard a ping on a phone, “Is this him” I was asked.
“Yes, oh please bring him home” I shouted.
“He was last seen about 3 streets’ away, I will send a message to my mates to go and look for him” he said.
“Oh please, please, please” I said almost sounding like I was begging.
“I tell you what Mrs Jones, if we find Charlie and get him back to you; will you do us a favour?”
“What? Sure, yes” I said, not thinking straight.
Again I said “What”.
“As we are having a themed party, a beach party and we have no females here at all, would you come to our party, be the female every party needs and in one of those great bikini’s, you look good in” he said.
I was now a little confused, from thoughts and worrying about my dog Charlie and his words saying I look good in a bikini, me, fat lumpy Tina.
“Please, just get my Charlie back to me” is all I could think of saying.
After a moment of silence, with no one talking, my neighbour asked,” Is that a yes?”
“Yes, just get my Charlie back” I said.
5 minutes later a lad walked in with my beautiful Charlie.
I was almost in tears, tears of joy and happiness, I grabbed hold of my bundle of joy and with a thank you or two I rushed home.
After giving him some treats and some fresh water, my neighbour knocked on my back patio doors.
“No rush, just don’t forget to pop round in you’re bikini, the party is missing you” he said.
I looked at the clock, it was still only just gone 1 o’clock with a gulp I said,” My husband will home later and I don’t want to be round at yours in a bikini when he gets home, sorry”.
“Stop making excuses, you can bring a change of clothes, get changed at ours and just tell him you had popped round for just 5 minutes” he said.
I was still shaking, but now I was shaking because I might have to go round to the neighbours house, that house that was full of men, lads.
My mind started to wonder, still shaking maybe with nerves that soon changed to arousal; I felt immense arousal as I went to my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
I started to get scared, thinking that they might laugh at me, a 51 year old big fat lump with 5 lads all about 18 or 19, then I thought back, I could not remember once had any of them said anything cruel or nasty to me, had they?.
Then I remembered some of the things they had said, they liked my big bottom, and loved my big breasts, they had never actually said I was fat or ugly.
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Going into the living room, I walked over to my Charlie and giving him a stroke and a cuddle I went over to the drinks cabinet, I needed I stiff drink.
That did the trick, and now I felt a little better and thought that I might go round, maybe just 5 or 10 minutes would be good enough and that I would make an excuse to leave.
Another knock and a shout from the downstairs kitchen, I shouted back to give me 5 minutes.
I put a couple of bikinis on my bed and looked at them, trying to decide which one to put on, I went back downstairs for another drink before going back to my bedroom. For some reason I did not choose my latest one that fitted me perfect, I chose an old one, one that barely fitted me and was tight on my breasts, that will give them something to look at I thought, feeling a little light headed.
Dressed in my bikini I went downstairs and finished my drink I one gulp and headed next door as brave as I have ever felt.
I was greeted with cheers and that made me feel good, very good.
I looked at the clock, my husband gets home between 5 to 5.15pm, and it was only 1.45 in the afternoon.
I said I would stay for 5 or 10 minutes but was booed and told sternly, no; stay until you’re husband gets home.
I sat on a kitchen chair, I tried to concentrate on conversations and small talk but my mind would wonder, I was offered a drink and felt I needed it, sitting here like I was. Again I looked at the clock, it was only just after 2, my God this is dragging I thought to myself and was handed another drink, putting it straight to my lips I no longer cared to try to keep myself decent.
I remember at one point I had 4 lads standing around me, with me trying not to look at their shorts, their crouches and having thoughts like their cocks are only inches from my face, covered only by a bit of thin material.
My mind did wonder and often.
I can’t remember much of the next hour or so, just the same thing, a drink, a chat, a few rude comments, comments I was now use to and did not mind.
At one time there was a scuffle and a fight between two but it all soon settled down again with all being friends again.
A couple of visits to the bathroom and on one occasion I touched my breasts.
I was aroused and wanted, needed to go home to get some satisfaction.
When I came back from a bathroom visit they had moved to the living room, I was ushered onto the sofa.
I was sat on the edge of the sofa and again I had 2 maybe 3 lads standing really close to me, their crouches inches from my face, my mind wondered, imagining the material on their shorts was getting thinner and thinner until there was no material, I imagined I was staring at their cocks.
Out of the blue, someone pulled one lad shorts down who was standing next to me, his cock came into view for me to see.
“Put it away, you dip shit, she don’t want to see you’re dick” said my neighbour.
“ I have seen one before you know” I said.
“Oh yeh!, not all dicks are the same lady” said another lad, and he whipped out his cock.
I now a cock either side of me, I had a quick look at one and then the other and looked between them and took a sip of my drink, well more like a gulp as I gave out a little cough. “You okay Mrs Jones” a lad asked before taking the drink from me and handing me a tissue.
“They don’t feel the same either Mrs Jones, here” one of them said as he took my hand a put it on his cock, I did not pull it away, and then the other lad put his cock in my other hand.
“You look so fucking hot with a cock in both you’re hands Mrs Jones” my neighbour said.
I took a second to look around, so many of them all trying to get the best view of me with a cock in each hand and thought that I must look really sexy to them, I felt good and had half a smile on my face.
“Go on Mrs Jones, give it a kiss, go on, its his birthday, stop being a snob” a lad said.
I heard chants, kiss it, kiss it, kiss it.
I quickly learned forward and gave it a very quick kiss to an almighty cheer, yehhhhh.
“Now the other one Mrs Jones, go on, he is the one that found you’re dog” he said.
“Go on, show us you are not a prude Mrs Jones, give it a big kiss and say thank you for finding my dog”.
I don’t know what it was, maybe a combination of the drink, the attention I was getting from everyone in the room, the cheering and being called a sexy slut, not to mention I was highly aroused, I just turned and gave his cock a quick kiss.
“Come on Mrs Jones, you can do better than that, give it a better kiss, lots of kisses and tell him, thank you for finding my dog”.
I turned to his cock again and began kissing it, with every kiss I would say,” Thank you for finding my dog, thank you for finding my dog”.
“And now the other one Mrs Jones, and say happy birthday” my neighbour said.
And with every kiss I would say “Happy birthday, happy birthday”.
I started to go from one cock to the other saying, “Happy birthday, thank you for finding my dog, happy birthday, thank you for finding my dog”.
I was sat on the edge of the sofa and was now breathing heavy when I felt so something touch my lap, I looked down, it was my bikini top, the tie had come loose at the back or someone had pulled it loose.
I continued to kiss and then started to put the tips of his cock in my mouth as I kissed each of them, I felt someone was behind me on the sofa and soon felt a pair of hands grabbing my naked breasts, I still did not stop what I was doing, going from one cock to the other until someone appeared in between the two lads, it was a third cock, this time right in front of me and it was already hard, he stepped forward and pushed his cock into my mouth, what a sight I must have been, a cock in each hand, stroking them in rhythm as I bobbed my head up and down a third cock while another lad was squeezing my breasts from behind.
The lad I was sucking started to fuck my mouth, first grabbing my head and then by my hair, he soon came, I had no choice but to swallow as he would not let go of me.
When he finally took his cock out of my mouth I took a few sharp breaths, I was helped to my feet before I was lowered to the floor in the centre of the room where I was surrounded by all of them.
My bikini bottoms were removed and I soon had another cock placed in my mouth as two others worked on my breasts while a fourth started to work on my pussy with his tongue.
After that it became a little blurred, I was fucked by most of them if not all and I started to feel ashamed that I don’t know by how many of them, I must have had every ones cock in my mouth at some point, I don’t know how many came in my mouth or over my face but it must have been a lot.
At one point I noticed that there was more than 5 of them, I did try to count how many were there but they moved around so much it might have been 6, 7 or even 8, oh God I don’t know.
It all quietened down until it was just one lad using me, I looked up at the clock, it was 5 o’clock, I shot up, my husband might home already I thought, shit.
I picked up my bag of clothes and headed to the bathroom, tidied myself up as quickly as I could and putting the bikini in the bag I headed home.
My husband was there, “Hi honey, how long you been home?” I asked, and then I gave him a kiss.
“Just got back 2 minutes ago love, been the bathroom, where were you?” he asked.
“Oh, next door, I asked them to keep the noise down and to think of the neighbour’s” I said.
All he answered was “Fucking pricks”.
I went to the bathroom to check myself properly, I could see my hair had what must be dried sperm in it, I combed it out as best I could and then went and settled down in front of the TV for the night with a mixture of feeling good, guilty and ashamed.
Ashamed that I had taken advantage of them, me being in my 50s and them only 19 or so, I should have known better.
I blamed my own body as I feel I go through a change, my husband having been the only man up until then.
This is a long story but I feel it needs to be told entirely.
My name is Tina I am 51 and I have been married to Richard for 26 years, we have two grown up sons who have left home.
My life has been I suppose on the whole happy.
The only part that was not was as a teen where I got bullied quite a lot, mostly by girls but sometimes boys as well.
I have always been big, well fat I suppose with large breasts and being big was the brunt of the bullying.
Even into my 20s I was bullied but all seem to change when I met my future husband, married at 25, we had our two sons and life was very good for the next 20 odd years.
We would have a very nice holiday every year, sometimes two and as it got closer to our holiday I would top up my tan in our back garden so I would look okay in my bikini when away.
We have lived in this detached home for the last 25 years of the 26 years we have been married, on the right we have a sweet elderly couple, Colin and Mary, and on the left we had a very old and quiet man who lived on his own.
I felt comfortable being in our back garden in a bikini with the elderly people living either side of us.
About two years ago, John, the elderly man on his own became ill and soon went into a care home where he sadly died.
The house was empty for nearly a year while his family sorted out his affairs before selling the house.
Last year a sold sign went up and we soon learned who was to move in, a father and his son, the father looked about 40 and the son was about 18 or 19, not sure.
It soon became clear that they were very rude and obnoxious and did not care who they had stay over in their home, mostly the sons friends and every few days they had a party of some sort, and now our quiet happy life was no more.
The first few days they tried to be pleasant but that soon changed to being just plain rude, mainly from the son as it soon became clear that his father would hardly be there as we found out that he had a lady friend and spent most weekends with her leaving his son to stay home playing loud music and having parties most weekends, our peaceful life was now turning into a nightmare.
It was not just the parties with loud music, it was things like I no I do not go into our garden much, and I loved my gardening, because as soon as I had been seen either by the son or one of his friends I would get hassle, and they were rude, I no longer felt comfortable sunbathing, being the size I am and in front of these young lads.
When I say rude, this is the sort of thing I had to put up with from his son and many different friends over a few months. It started of with just a few innuendo sort of comments when I was out in my garden then as I did not reply or join in, it steadily got worse over the weeks, things like, “ Did you get any this morning Mrs Jones“ “ Nice big arse” “ love you’re big tits Mrs Jones, I bet you give a great tit roll“ You maybe be big but I would fuck you “.
“Did you suck you’re husband off this morning with those lips? I would love a blowjob from you, I bet you’re good”.
I never told my husband any of this as I did not want any trouble or bad feelings as I felt it would not help and would probably make things worse.
Roll on summer I thought, I loved my garden and doing stuff in it but with the new neighbours I would sometimes think twice before going out there.
It was getting close to our holiday time so after much thought I decided to do a bit of sunbathing, to get myself ready for our holiday, to hell with these nasty people, I could not bring myself to swear, they were not going to ruin and bully me, I had that when I was young, now that I am in my 50s I was not going to let it happen to me again. I must say I was nervous if not a little scared as I got myself ready in my new bikini, my bum and my stomach are not great but away on holiday I felt comfortable with people that did not know me.
It was very quiet next door as I lay on a low lounger, sun glasses on, I started to read a book.
After about 20 minutes I put the book down and started to drift off for a little nap.
I must have heard a faint noise as I started to stir, I heard it again, as I opened my eyes, there was about 5 lads staring over the fence at me only 3ft away and a couple of them were taking pictures with their phone.
I shot up as one of them said, “I’m wanking off to these pictures tonight”
As they laughed to that I asked what they were doing and to leave me alone.
“ She speaks” said the son.
“ At least we get to see a bit more of you’re tits Mrs Jones, and I love you’re nipples, you going to get them tits out for us Mrs Jones?”.
I jumped up and walked very fast back into my house with their laughter ringing in my ears.
I was flustered, I sat down for a moment, I then went into the bathroom to get dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror, at my breasts, and you could clearly see my nipples poking through, there was a bit of a chill as the summer was not in full swing yet.
I was mortified, that these nasty lads had seen me that way.
It played on my mind for a couple of days, upsetting me.
One day I was just leaving our home to do a bit of a shop when I saw couple of these lads, I was asked if I was going to be doing a bit of sunbathing later as it was a nice day. I did not answer, I just walked on.
For some reason it would pop into my head now and again, I so wanted to get back into my gardening, to sunbath, just to have my everyday life back.
The weekend was here so I decided that next week I would go back into the garden no matter what, do my gardening, to sunbath, anything I wanted, I was not going to be stopped.
Saturday morning, my husband having gotten up I was lying in bed,
for some reason I was, how shall I say, a little more aroused than normal, I am not one to easily get aroused even during foreplay, let alone on my own.
I am not a prude but sex does not come into my mind often.
I started to slowly drift off, I was in a light sleep.
I was having a dream, a dream I can still see clearly in my mind.
I was out in our garden sunbathing, I opened my eyes and there stood these lads looking over the fence at me, I closed my eyes, blinked, I am not sure, then they were stood in my garden all around me, it kept changing, jumping from one moment to another.
They were saying things to me, the same things as before but this time I was enjoying it, as if what they were saying were nice things, and complementing me.
I sat up only for the tie up on my bikini top to be pulled and the sod ran off with it.
I covered my breasts and continued to stand up, but as I did my bottoms were pulled down and off in one go.
I was now naked. My dreamed jumped, skipped a bit.
I now saw myself lying on my back on the grass and I was being fucked, a cock was pushed into my mouth and then a third was placed in my other hand.
My dreamed jumped, skipped again, I was now being fucked by another but this time I had 3 then 4, 5 cocks around my head, my face, they were all wanking their cocks and started to come all over me, my eyes, on my nose, in my mouth and down my neck.
I shot up awake, flustered and shocked, I felt a little ashamed of myself.
Never in my entire life have I had a thought or dream like it, I was breathing heavy and my heart was beating fast.
I heard my husband coming up the stairs, he said he would take little Charlie (our dog for a walk as he seemed to have a little trouble doing his business.
I lay back down, I heard the door go, I put my hand to my breast, I was still breathing a little heavy, I squeezed my breast and my other hand moved down between my legs, I started to masturbate, I felt I needed to cum, I tried to think of other things but they were not the same, they were not arousing enough, I went back to that dream, my dream, being fucked, cocks placed in my mouth, lots of cocks wanking off over my face, that did it for me, and I came, more so than I can ever remember.
Needless to say it was on my mind for most of that Saturday.
Still in shock and feeling very ashamed of myself we went to bed, it still would not leave my mind so by morning and with husband gone to work I felt like masturbating again. I decided not to and to stop being silly and try to get it out of my head, my mind but I really wanted to get out in my garden, do some weeding and maybe to sunbath.
My mind started to wonder, that dream was so shocking for me to have it was arousing me every time it popped into my head, maybe I should go outside and sunbath, put some dark sunglasses on and just lie there, let them see me, look at me in my bikini, after all, they had already seen me like that.
Monday it was dull and cloudy, not so nice and I had a few things to do.
Tuesday was better but a bit breezy and with every passing day I could feel myself getting horny, more and more aroused, I wanted to masturbate but I refused to, to see if I could control these feelings.
Wednesday was perfect, but I had someone coming round to see me.
Thursday was very quiet, I did not hear a thing from next door and I a little down so was in no mood to anything, even gardening, it was a very boring and tedious day.
Friday was totally different; I did not have much to do, a bit of washing, took our dog Charlie for a walk, put the TV.
It was only 11am and I could hear next door had music playing; I had all the doors and windows open as it was very warm as did they.
I was on the sofa with my legs almost tucked under myself when I noticed my Charlie was not by my side, or in the room, I thought he might have gone outside to do his business, after about 10 minutes and still no sign of Charlie I went to check, our back gate was slightly open, I started to worry.
No sign of Charlie, I had a quick check around the garden and then shouting his name in the house and then back into the garden.
I started to panic even more and feel upset.
A lad from next door spoke up,” Are you alright Mrs Jones?” he said.
Then a couple of others came out, I explain that I could not find my little Charlie that he must have gotten out, as our back gate was open a little.
One lad blamed the neighbours from a couple of doors up, saying they were playing football and they had come round for their ball, they must have left the gate open.
“Don’t worry Mrs Jones, we will go and look for him” one lad said.
Two of them left together and a few came over the fence to look around my garden in case I had missed him.
I noticed that all of them were shirtless and that they all had on shorts or Speedo’s as if they were about to go for a swim.
It seemed like an age but a couple of minutes later one lad came to tell me that they had asked around on social media and that someone might have seen him a few streets away, we are sending him a message now to see if he could take a picture of him.
I rushed round to next door, not being clued up on the social media stuff I asked what was going on, I was visibly shaking with worry.
I heard a ping on a phone, “Is this him” I was asked.
“Yes, oh please bring him home” I shouted.
“He was last seen about 3 streets’ away, I will send a message to my mates to go and look for him” he said.
“Oh please, please, please” I said almost sounding like I was begging.
“I tell you what Mrs Jones, if we find Charlie and get him back to you; will you do us a favour?”
“What? Sure, yes” I said, not thinking straight.
Again I said “What”.
“As we are having a themed party, a beach party and we have no females here at all, would you come to our party, be the female every party needs and in one of those great bikini’s, you look good in” he said.
I was now a little confused, from thoughts and worrying about my dog Charlie and his words saying I look good in a bikini, me, fat lumpy Tina.
“Please, just get my Charlie back to me” is all I could think of saying.
After a moment of silence, with no one talking, my neighbour asked,” Is that a yes?”
“Yes, just get my Charlie back” I said.
5 minutes later a lad walked in with my beautiful Charlie.
I was almost in tears, tears of joy and happiness, I grabbed hold of my bundle of joy and with a thank you or two I rushed home.
After giving him some treats and some fresh water, my neighbour knocked on my back patio doors.
“No rush, just don’t forget to pop round in you’re bikini, the party is missing you” he said.
I looked at the clock, it was still only just gone 1 o’clock with a gulp I said,” My husband will home later and I don’t want to be round at yours in a bikini when he gets home, sorry”.
“Stop making excuses, you can bring a change of clothes, get changed at ours and just tell him you had popped round for just 5 minutes” he said.
I was still shaking, but now I was shaking because I might have to go round to the neighbours house, that house that was full of men, lads.
My mind started to wonder, still shaking maybe with nerves that soon changed to arousal; I felt immense arousal as I went to my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
I started to get scared, thinking that they might laugh at me, a 51 year old big fat lump with 5 lads all about 18 or 19, then I thought back, I could not remember once had any of them said anything cruel or nasty to me, had they?.
Then I remembered some of the things they had said, they liked my big bottom, and loved my big breasts, they had never actually said I was fat or ugly.
(As you have read this story so far I feel I should give you an idea of what I look like, password for album called…just having a drink or two…is….tina2)
Going into the living room, I walked over to my Charlie and giving him a stroke and a cuddle I went over to the drinks cabinet, I needed I stiff drink.
That did the trick, and now I felt a little better and thought that I might go round, maybe just 5 or 10 minutes would be good enough and that I would make an excuse to leave.
Another knock and a shout from the downstairs kitchen, I shouted back to give me 5 minutes.
I put a couple of bikinis on my bed and looked at them, trying to decide which one to put on, I went back downstairs for another drink before going back to my bedroom. For some reason I did not choose my latest one that fitted me perfect, I chose an old one, one that barely fitted me and was tight on my breasts, that will give them something to look at I thought, feeling a little light headed.
Dressed in my bikini I went downstairs and finished my drink I one gulp and headed next door as brave as I have ever felt.
I was greeted with cheers and that made me feel good, very good.
I looked at the clock, my husband gets home between 5 to 5.15pm, and it was only 1.45 in the afternoon.
I said I would stay for 5 or 10 minutes but was booed and told sternly, no; stay until you’re husband gets home.
I sat on a kitchen chair, I tried to concentrate on conversations and small talk but my mind would wonder, I was offered a drink and felt I needed it, sitting here like I was. Again I looked at the clock, it was only just after 2, my God this is dragging I thought to myself and was handed another drink, putting it straight to my lips I no longer cared to try to keep myself decent.
I remember at one point I had 4 lads standing around me, with me trying not to look at their shorts, their crouches and having thoughts like their cocks are only inches from my face, covered only by a bit of thin material.
My mind did wonder and often.
I can’t remember much of the next hour or so, just the same thing, a drink, a chat, a few rude comments, comments I was now use to and did not mind.
At one time there was a scuffle and a fight between two but it all soon settled down again with all being friends again.
A couple of visits to the bathroom and on one occasion I touched my breasts.
I was aroused and wanted, needed to go home to get some satisfaction.
When I came back from a bathroom visit they had moved to the living room, I was ushered onto the sofa.
I was sat on the edge of the sofa and again I had 2 maybe 3 lads standing really close to me, their crouches inches from my face, my mind wondered, imagining the material on their shorts was getting thinner and thinner until there was no material, I imagined I was staring at their cocks.
Out of the blue, someone pulled one lad shorts down who was standing next to me, his cock came into view for me to see.
“Put it away, you dip shit, she don’t want to see you’re dick” said my neighbour.
“ I have seen one before you know” I said.
“Oh yeh!, not all dicks are the same lady” said another lad, and he whipped out his cock.
I now a cock either side of me, I had a quick look at one and then the other and looked between them and took a sip of my drink, well more like a gulp as I gave out a little cough. “You okay Mrs Jones” a lad asked before taking the drink from me and handing me a tissue.
“They don’t feel the same either Mrs Jones, here” one of them said as he took my hand a put it on his cock, I did not pull it away, and then the other lad put his cock in my other hand.
“You look so fucking hot with a cock in both you’re hands Mrs Jones” my neighbour said.
I took a second to look around, so many of them all trying to get the best view of me with a cock in each hand and thought that I must look really sexy to them, I felt good and had half a smile on my face.
“Go on Mrs Jones, give it a kiss, go on, its his birthday, stop being a snob” a lad said.
I heard chants, kiss it, kiss it, kiss it.
I quickly learned forward and gave it a very quick kiss to an almighty cheer, yehhhhh.
“Now the other one Mrs Jones, go on, he is the one that found you’re dog” he said.
“Go on, show us you are not a prude Mrs Jones, give it a big kiss and say thank you for finding my dog”.
I don’t know what it was, maybe a combination of the drink, the attention I was getting from everyone in the room, the cheering and being called a sexy slut, not to mention I was highly aroused, I just turned and gave his cock a quick kiss.
“Come on Mrs Jones, you can do better than that, give it a better kiss, lots of kisses and tell him, thank you for finding my dog”.
I turned to his cock again and began kissing it, with every kiss I would say,” Thank you for finding my dog, thank you for finding my dog”.
“And now the other one Mrs Jones, and say happy birthday” my neighbour said.
And with every kiss I would say “Happy birthday, happy birthday”.
I started to go from one cock to the other saying, “Happy birthday, thank you for finding my dog, happy birthday, thank you for finding my dog”.
I was sat on the edge of the sofa and was now breathing heavy when I felt so something touch my lap, I looked down, it was my bikini top, the tie had come loose at the back or someone had pulled it loose.
I continued to kiss and then started to put the tips of his cock in my mouth as I kissed each of them, I felt someone was behind me on the sofa and soon felt a pair of hands grabbing my naked breasts, I still did not stop what I was doing, going from one cock to the other until someone appeared in between the two lads, it was a third cock, this time right in front of me and it was already hard, he stepped forward and pushed his cock into my mouth, what a sight I must have been, a cock in each hand, stroking them in rhythm as I bobbed my head up and down a third cock while another lad was squeezing my breasts from behind.
The lad I was sucking started to fuck my mouth, first grabbing my head and then by my hair, he soon came, I had no choice but to swallow as he would not let go of me.
When he finally took his cock out of my mouth I took a few sharp breaths, I was helped to my feet before I was lowered to the floor in the centre of the room where I was surrounded by all of them.
My bikini bottoms were removed and I soon had another cock placed in my mouth as two others worked on my breasts while a fourth started to work on my pussy with his tongue.
After that it became a little blurred, I was fucked by most of them if not all and I started to feel ashamed that I don’t know by how many of them, I must have had every ones cock in my mouth at some point, I don’t know how many came in my mouth or over my face but it must have been a lot.
At one point I noticed that there was more than 5 of them, I did try to count how many were there but they moved around so much it might have been 6, 7 or even 8, oh God I don’t know.
It all quietened down until it was just one lad using me, I looked up at the clock, it was 5 o’clock, I shot up, my husband might home already I thought, shit.
I picked up my bag of clothes and headed to the bathroom, tidied myself up as quickly as I could and putting the bikini in the bag I headed home.
My husband was there, “Hi honey, how long you been home?” I asked, and then I gave him a kiss.
“Just got back 2 minutes ago love, been the bathroom, where were you?” he asked.
“Oh, next door, I asked them to keep the noise down and to think of the neighbour’s” I said.
All he answered was “Fucking pricks”.
I went to the bathroom to check myself properly, I could see my hair had what must be dried sperm in it, I combed it out as best I could and then went and settled down in front of the TV for the night with a mixture of feeling good, guilty and ashamed.
Ashamed that I had taken advantage of them, me being in my 50s and them only 19 or so, I should have known better.
I blamed my own body as I feel I go through a change, my husband having been the only man up until then.
Lianne
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