Harriet Peniston 1 - The Witness Program - Inducted

Harriet was the perfect housewife with two wonderful children, a successful husband and a lovely home, but the arrival of a new neighbour changes everything.

To the residents of Manor Close it was a perfect place to live, or at least had been the perfect place to live. The arrival of Witness Obi as the tenant at Number 2 a couple of months previously had shaken the carefully maintained exclusiveness of the small, new build development.

There were multiple reasons for this. Number 2 was the only rented property on the close, it was also the largest plot as it was located on a corner, bigger even than the other corner plot of Number 1 due to the sweep of the curve of the road as it entered the close. The arrival of a tenant into the otherwise privately owned residences had shaken things up. There was bad feeling because Witness had moved into the largest property, because he was a manual labourer, because his dirty work van parked on the drive lowered the appearance of the close as you entered, and ... oh ... because he was black

The rest of the close was exclusively professional, well heeled, and white. It had always been a bone of contention that Number 2 was actually owned by a company and was occasionally used to house its employees. So far they had been white families in more managerial roles, but this time the fears of the residents had manifested, and they had no control over it.

Witness was always on everybody’s mind and as such had soured the rarified atmosphere that they were used to living in. He was always the subject of conversation, complaints, digs and abuse, yes the ““N” word was bandied around a lot by the white professional males, used in humour and hate. Witness had single handedly rewritten the culture on the close, and he didn’t care one bit.

Harriet Peniston lived at Number 3, on the opposite side of the road to Witness. She was 38, a mother of two (who were both doing well at school), and wife of Andrew, who was Head of Procurement at a local technology company. She was slim and worked hard to keep her figure and good looks. She kept her hair at a smart mid length and maintained its blonde colouring through treatment, although she wouldn’t say she dyed her hair and never thought of herself as a “bottle blonde” which she considered vulgar. She didn’t work, but was kept busy running the home and organising her husband and children. She was very particular about how her life, and that of her family, should be.

It was a Monday morning, her husband at work and the kids safely in school, and Harriet was arranging a bouquet of flowers for her large front window. Through the glass she saw a post van park up on the road. The driver got out and carried his parcels to Number 2. He waited for a short while, but there was no answer. Turning around he headed over towards her.

Harriet opened the door to the postman who had a small parcel for her. She took it from him.

“I don’t suppose you could take this in as well for Number 2, could you?”, he asked her. “There’s no one home”.

Harriet sighed as she contemplated saying no, but she didn’t want to seem rude, so accepted the box that he handed her.

“Thanks”, he said as he left.

Harriet spent the rest of the morning looking over at Number 2 in disgust, waiting for the dirty van to appear. She wasn’t looking forward to the encounter. Whatever work Witness did, meant he left home in the very early hours of the morning, and returned shortly after noon, his van becoming ever more filthier and caked in mud. She hated having to disrupt her day waiting for him, but the truth was that the disgust she felt was the real reason for the disruption. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.

So shortly after the dirty van pulled up onto the driveway and Witness got out and entered the house, Harriet was marching straight over, box in hand, to discharge her duty. She knocked on the door.

It took a few knocks before Witness opened the door. He gave a big smile as he looked her up and down, and Harriet felt the power of his gaze over her slim frame.

“The postman tried to deliver this to you”, she stammered, feeling rather uncomfortable as he stood over her. She had never really met him before and she was taken aback by his physicality. He wasn’t what she would call a large man, but he had stature and was tall and in good physical shape. He kept smiling as she stood there offering the box. He said nothing.

Feeling evermore flustered by his smile and lack of conversation she cast her eyes down. It was then she saw it. WItness had his trousers open and was slowly masturbating as she stood at his door. She was shocked at his size. It was much larger than her husband’s and it still seemed only half erect, soft as he slowly massaged it. She was taken aback at its girth.

She looked back up at him in shock to see his even bigger smile. Thrusting the box towards him he took it and she rushed away, annoyed at herself that she didn’t say anything. WItness stood and watched smiling as she almost ran across the road, only closing the door when she had disappeared into her own home. He laughed loudly to himself.

Back in her home Harriet slammed the door behind her. She was furious with both Witness, for what he had done, and herself for not hitting him. Trying to carry on with her day and catch up on the jobs she had fallen behind with, she found that she couldn’t settle. She jumped from task to task, never finishing one, as her mind raced. How dare he! She tried to comfort herself with the thought that he would soon be gone from their lives once she had told her husband what had happened, returning the close to the place she had known before, but at the same time she could not shift the image of what he had held in his hands from her mind.

Harriet had never been one to indulge in sexual fantasy. She was very straightlaced and conservative had been horrified when she realised that once married her driving licence number would be preceded by the word PENIS as the first five letters of her surname. Others seemed to find this very funny, but for Harriet it felt like a personal insult everytime she was required to write it down. She had a couple of sexual relationships at university while she was trying to find the right man to marry. It was always upsetting when the man she had indulged turned out not to be interested in anything further, but it wasn’t long before she found Andrew, with the right family, money and connections, and persuaded him not to look any further for a future wife. But Witness was still on her mind. Not able to wait for her husband to return home she went back out, crossed the road and hammered on his door to tell him exactly what she thought.

“Who do you think you are?”, she shouted as he opened the door, but got no further in her rehearsed speech as her fury evaporated when she saw his smile. She didn’t know why she followed him inside when he invited her in.

“You’re a very fit lady”, he said as he closed the door after her.

Harriet almost felt a blush as she looked down to his crotch, although this time his trousers remained fastened.

Witness laughed as he saw where her eyes had fallen. “You liked what you saw?”, he asked. Harriet was shocked at his openness, but didn’t answer. She genuinely didn’t have a response.

“Ha, I know you did”, he beamed. “You have nice tits”, he said as he reached out and touched her sweater.

The electric jolt she felt as he touched her was unexpected. She was horrified at her own reaction. She should have yelled and screamed, but she just froze, standing there as his hand pressed against her breast, her mind trying to process what was happening.

“You want to see it again?”, he asked, again laughing. “Follow me”. She wasn’t sure why, but she followed him up the stairs.

“You can’t just do that”, she blurted out as he went through a door. Building up her courage she followed him into the bedroom.

As she entered his room she was struck by the size of the bed. Interior design was something she understood, and she looked around at the decor trying to get her emotions back under control. She was surprised at how tastefully the bed had been dressed. She was more surprised when she looked around and saw Witness undressing.

He was beautiful. He was about ten years younger than her and she couldn’t help but admire his perfect skin and muscle tone as he stepped out of his boxers. Somehow the darkness of his skin made this even more powerful and attractive. His eyes shone, bright against his black face, which also made his teeth so white and his smile so beguiling. She also couldn’t help notice that his penis was now erect, the girth even more impressive, but now she also noticed the length and how solid it seemed. She felt light headed as her heart thumped so loud she thought he would hear it. He stood there naked and smiling. His eyes looking into hers asking if she was going to reciprocate. Lost in the moment, Harriet pulled her sweater over her head and reached behind to unfasten her bra.

To say it happened fast would be an understatement, but also so much went through her head it seemed to take forever. Witness took hold of her, cupping her bare breast with his hand as he lowered her to the bed and swiftly removed her trousers and panties. He kissed her, his tongue deep in her mouth. She thought of Andrew and her other limited sexual encounters as he lay on top of her, he was surprisingly light and she enjoyed the feeling of his body against hers as her arms wrapped around his back.

“Yes, hold on baby”, he said as he positioned himself between her legs.

She felt the head of his cock nudging and probing around her vagina, and was surprised as he started slipping inside her. This was all too quick. She had never felt this wet before and certainly never felt anything this big.

A year ago, after a rather drunken conversation with a couple of other housewives on the close, she had experimented with using a vegetable as a dildo. She was too scared to use a cucumber as recommended by Anne from Number 4, but picked out what she thought was a reasonably sized carrot. The experience was uncomfortable and never repeated, but Witness was thicker, and sliding into her so easily, gliding against her bare insides, the feeling of which totally overwhelmed her as she brought her legs up and wide as he went deeper. She felt herself opening and stretching, but not in the painful way of giving birth. Her fears subsided as passion took over.

He held a good rhythm as his strokes got stronger. Her hands grasped his back as she moaned loudly, lost in the rhythm and feeling the orgasm rise inside, growing deep from her pussy, into her stomach before finally exploding in her head and rushing back down her whole body shaking as it engulfed her.

Witness finished with a roar and got off her, standing as she flopped around naked on the bed.

“Ha, you look like a grounded fish”, he laughed as her orgasm subsided. She lay there stunned and embarrassed, she’d never felt anything like that before. She became aware of his cum between her legs, leaking out of her and she suddenly felt sick with worry and shame.

“Sit up and hold this in front of your face”, he spoke sharply and handed her a large card which she duly held up in front of her. “Open your legs a bit more”, he commanded. She obeyed, feeling lost and confused. “Ok”, he said, “you can go”.

Harriet quickly dressed and left, tears stinging her eyes as she was dismissed. What had just happened? She rushed across the road, feeling his muck between her legs and went straight into her shower, scrubbing hard all over her body, trying to wash away the deep shame she felt, tears were streaming down her face, lost in the water from the showerhead.

She was putting her clothes straight into the washing machine when she heard the notification on her phone. She picked it up and saw she had received a text.

“I got your number.” she read. It was followed by an internet link. She pressed it.

The webpage that opened was a photo gallery, there were at least a dozen pictures on it, and this was only the first page. Each picture was a naked woman, legs open so you could see a large amount of semen escaping from inside their vaginas, holding a sign in front of their face so you couldn’t identify them. The sign read “I’VE BEEN WITNESSED”, and the most recent picture, the first on the page, was herself. You couldn’t see her face, but she knew it. The gallery was called “THE WITNESS PROGRAM”. She rushed to the bathroom and just made it before she was sick.

It was a lost afternoon. She couldn’t complete any of the tasks she had set herself and was very distracted when the kids returned from school, and could only scratch together an oven ready freezer meal for the family when her husband came home. She was so preoccupied by what had happened. Her mind flipping between the shame and disgrace to the unbelievable ecstasy she had felt. She didn’t know if Andrew had noticed anything in her demeanor, but when she went to prepare for bed, she saw the condom on the pillow.

This was Andrew’s way of requesting sex. He never mentioned his physical desires, or let them happen naturally, This was his usual signal, now that he didn’t want any more children. A condom on the pillow meant sex tonight and she was to prepare. The idea this time horrified her.

She went to the bathroom to ready herself, she couldn’t let him down, especially after this afternoon, he was her husband and it was right. “This afternoon”, she thought and she picked up her phone, clicking again on the link and looking at that first picture. She noticed that it now had seven likes. Other people were viewing her naked body with another man’s cum. Witness’s cum in her pussy. This time shame didn’t follow and eat the pleasure of the memory. Her body responded as she felt the wetness between her legs and thought about his cum still inside her. She was surprised by the strength of the thrill that ran through her body. As she remembered.

She returned to the bed to see Andrew already undressed and waiting. She watched as he attempted to put the condom on, struggling to get erect. Once it was on he moved quickly before he lost it, getting on top of her. Andrew wasn’t a big man, but his weight was uncomfortable on her as he started to fuck. His speed was fast but inconsistent as he raced to cum, He felt small inside her. She thought about how Witness felt, filling her. Remembered the feel of his body against hers. When she came it was because of the memory of that afternoon rather than the clumsy attentions of her husband. Afterwards he fell asleep quickly, while she held onto the memory of Witness inside her, her hand rubbing slowly between her legs.

She thought hard about how best to deal with what had happened, but pleasure outweighed judgement and she eventually fell into a deep sleep with a smile on her face.