I was sad when Mr. and Mrs. Jones moved away. They had always been there throughout my life, living in the house next door. My Mum was a saleswoman for an IT company, Dad worked as a TV producer so neither kept regular hours. Whilst I was growing up one or both of them would always be there overnight, but often when I came home from school I would be babysat by the Joneses until one of my parents came home. Now however I was seventeen and the babysitting was no longer necessary. The Joneses had both recently retired and decided to move to a little country cottage. It was with a heavy heart that I helped them load their belongings into the van. They had been a constant in my life while I was growing up and I had many happy memories of times with them. As they drove away I couldn't help feeling that my childhood was over - as it turned out I was righter than I knew!. Two days later our new neighbour arrived. Mum, Dad and myself greeted her and she introduced herself as Emma Clarke. "Hello Mrs. Clarke," I said. "I'm Mike." "Miss Clarke," she corrected me. "No husband, no kids, just myself." She was, I guessed, late 20s. She was 5'8" or 9, curvy without being overweight, shoulder length brown hair and very pretty. She had made it clear she wasn't technically a MILF, but she was definitely an older woman I'd like to fuck! That evening Mum & Dad invited her for dinner, reckoning that after the stress and effort of the move she wouldn't be in the mood to cook - She accepted and that evening showed herself to be intelligent and funny. Lying in bed that night I apologised to the Joneses and wished she had moved in 5 years earlier, I had read many erotic stories about babysitters seducing their charges and I could easily imagine myself and Miss Clarke in the roles. In fact, at that point in time any sexual adventures would have been welcome. Mum had fallen pregnant with me when both she and Dad were my age. It had been very hard for the two of them and they were insistent that I didn't fall into the same trap. "We both love you very much, and wouldn't change you for the world, it just would have been better if you had waited another five to ten years before coming along," was their favourite way of putting it. As a result they were always putting pressure on me not to have a girlfriend just yet "Finish your exams first, get your A-Levels before you meet a girl." I understood where they were coming from and despite the sexual frustration was prepared to do as they asked, in the meantime there was always Internet porn and my right hand. Over the next few weeks, Miss Clarke became firm friends with Mum & Dad. It wasn't too long before she got a key to our back door and she was always welcome often eating with us, or just popping in for a chat and staying for hours. She and Mum would often have girlie nights with wine & a chick flick in her house and also Dad is quite a bit of a handyman and would often pop round to Miss Clarke's if she needed a shelf putting up, or something fixing. I was always polite to her when she came over, never revealing my desire to fuck her brains out. One day, Mum & Dad were out and I was home alone, I heard the back door open. "Only me," she called. "Hello Miss Clarke," I answered. "Is your Dad in?" she asked "No," I replied. "He and Mum are out, they've gone for a meal and to see a film, they won't be back until much later" "That's a shame, I needed your Dad's help with something." She turned to go, stopped and looked at me "Actually" she said, "You may be able to help. Do you know anything about computers?" "A fair bit," I answered. "I use them a lot for my studying." "Can you come and take a look at mine, it won't connect to the Internet." "OK," I replied and followed her out of the house and over to hers. She was wearing a loose fitting top and baggy sweat pants, but my horny little mind couldn't help wondering what colour underwear she had on. "It's in my bedroom," she said as we entered her house. I followed her up the stairs wishing it was under different circumstances and she was taking me up to let me use her body. I don't quite know what I was expecting from her bedroom, maybe handcuffs, whips, chains, leather but it looked normal, double bed, wardrobe, make up table, chest of drawers and a desk on which sat her computer. I sat on the swivel chair at the desk and tried to access the internet, but no joy. So I started to run through a few diagnostics to see if I could discover what the problem was. Miss Clarke sat on the edge of her bed behind me. "You do computers at school?" she asked. I answered that I did. "And you've got one at home that you use mainly for homework and studying" "That's right." "What else do you use it for?" "What do you mean?" "Do you use it for Facebook, games and stuff like that?" "That's about it, yes." "You don't have a girlfriend do you, your parents told me that, so I bet you look at porn on it too, come on you are a teenage boy you must do." I saw no point in denying it. "A little bit, yeah." "Any luck with fixing it yet?" she asked changing the subject completely before the conversation went in the direction I wanted it to. As it happened I had, the problem was quite a simple one to fix. "You should be OK now," I said before clicking on the Internet access icon. To my surprise her home page website was a portal to porn videos! "Bloody hell," I gasped. "What's the matter?" Miss Clarke asked. "Don't you think women look at porn too? Click on one, lets watch it." I suddenly felt very hot and flustered, and just randomly clicked on a video. It opened with a woman naked on a bed playing with her breasts, before sliding a hand inside her panties. "Fake tits," said Miss Clarke. "Tell me Mike, do you prefer real ones or those silicone enhanced ones?" I stuttered something to the effect of not knowing. "I bet you've never seen a pair that's not on screen have you," she continued, "do you want to?" I turned round in the chair to see Miss Clarke peeling off her t-shirt, she had no bra on "nothing fake about these, do you want to touch?" I leaned forward and brought my hand up. "No," she said, "use your mouth." I did what she told me and put my mouth over her right tit. "Suck it, yes that's good, now flick the nipple with your tongue, then gently bite the nipple, oh god yes that's right," I continued to do what she asked and felt my cock get hard. "You've never had a tit in your mouth before have you? Now lick your fingers and start stroking my other nipple while you suck this one." After a few seconds she pushed my head away. "You've never seen a real pussy either have you?" I shook my head, "look at this," she stood up and pulled down her trousers - she wasn't wearing any knickers either. She sat back down on the edge of the bed and opened her legs wide revealing her vagina, it was almost fully shaved except for a tuft of hair at the top. I began to reach for it. "Not yet," she said, "first I need to see your cock, take your trousers off and lie on the bed." Once again I did exactly as she said. "That's a lovely cock," Miss Clarke said. She took in her hand and lent over me. She slapped her tits with my rock hard cock, rubbed it between her tits and then teased her nipple with the end of it. "The woman on the screen has a cock in her mouth, do like watching that sort of thing? I bet you want to know what it feels like to get your cock sucked," Miss Clarke licked my shaft and then took her head into her mouth. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her tongue work its magic. This felt a lot better than wanking! Ever since she moved in I had hoped that one day something like this would happen and now it was. I was in heaven! "I'm going to cum," I gasped as I felt my orgasm approach. Miss Clarke's response was to grip my cock hard between her lips and slide up and down very fast. She was still going when my spunk started to pump out, it was the best orgasm I'd ever had I was making unintelligible animalistic noises as wave after wave of my spunk emptied into Miss Clarke's mouth. "It sounded like you enjoyed that," Miss Clarke said, as she spoke dribbles of my spunk bubbled onto her lips. She laid on the bed beside me "now you can touch my pussy, get between my legs and lick me and finger me." I quickly moved down the bed, as I did Miss Clarke opened her legs. "Kiss me down there," she said, "and then push your tongue between my pussy lips." Once again I did exactly as she instructed, "Now hold my lips open with one hand, see my hole slide a finger in and out. Just above my hole is my clit, lick it. Not there up a bit. Oh yes, that's right that's good." I felt her put her hand on my head to hold it in place, "Now use two fingers while you lick, oh that feels fantastic." I could smell her pussy, feel her juices on my fingers and I was proud of the fact I was making her moan. "Now put your tongue inside me again, feel the juices from my we pussy on your tongue, leave your fingers in there. Keep alternating between my clit and hole." I followed her instructions to the letter, tasting her sweet pussy juices as they flowed. "When you are hard again, fuck me." What did she mean again? My cock had been rock solid all the way through the whole wonderful experience, even after cumming it had remained erect. I immediately stopped with my fingers and tongue and moved to get my cock close to her pussy. I felt her hand grab hold of my cock and guide it towards her pussy. As I entered her I felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy envelop my cock and I began to thrust back and forth. "Slow down a bit," she said, "soft gentle strokes work best for me. Now kiss me. Put that mouth of yours onto mine, let me lick my juices off your tongue." Being French kissed is something I had never experienced before, and as her tongue was in my mouth I could feel the taste of my own spunk off it. Soon she ended the kiss and pushed my head down. "Suck my tits while you fuck me." I could hear Miss Clarke pant each time I slid my cock inside her. It was wonderful, but all too brief, soon I was about to come again. "I'm going to cum inside you," I gasped. "Cum for me, cum for me, fuck me till you fill my cunt with your spunk, oh yes cum for me," Miss Clarke shouted. "I'm cumming!!" I yelled as my cock unleashed a torrent of spunk inside her. As soon as I finished I collapsed on top of her, gasping deep breaths. "Was that nice?" she asked. "Fantastic!" I responded. I rolled off her and lay back on the bed. That was my greatest orgasm ever, the previous leader, the one in Miss Clark's mouth had just moved into second place. Then something struck me. "Oh shit, what if..." "It's ok, I'm on the contraceptive pill, we won't do what you parents did." "That's a relief Miss Clarke, I didn't even think..." "You're a man now, no longer a boy, so it's Emma not Miss Clarke." She smiled at me. "Of course in front of your parents it's still Miss Clarke - you don't want them to find out what we did do you?" "No, they'd kill me!" "I know what they say about your education being important, but what they failed to realise is that education is not just about bookwork, you needed to learn life skills too - maybe I should tell them..." "Please don't!" I begged. She smiled again. "Alright, on one condition," she said. "Anything!!" "Every chance you get, every time you can, when you feel horny you come to me and fuck me. You learn how to pleasure a woman and I get my cunt filled by a hard cock and rivers of spunk." She kissed me. "You need to realise however that this is just sex, you don't love me and I definitely don't love you but we can fuck whenever you want - but you need to be careful to make sure you keep this secret from your parents." Of course I would agree. "Anytime I want to?" "Anytime." I smiled at her. "Miss Cl.. I mean Emma, how about right now?" "You are a horny fucker! I'm going to enjoy this," she said as her hand reached between my legs to grab my cock.