Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

Hans began to kiss her stomach, then above her soft pubic hair and strange hands were opening her legs, gently but firmly. She felt as though she were going to burn up, that from the inside the fires of her could consume the totality of her. She groaned when Peter squeezed her breasts, then withdrew his mouth from hers and kissed them, those two surging, perfectly shaped, pink topped breasts.

Hans spread her legs, gently, kissing her body softly and using his tongue and teeth to excite the deeper nerves, and then moved his mouth to the slight hair-lined lips of her vagina, felt with his tongue the soft flanges of her vagina. She groaned lasciviously under him, wriggled her hips slightly. He took his thumbs and pressed her vagina apart so the secret cavern opened and the soft inner flesh came into view. It was pink and soft and secreted moisture, glistening and wet, appeared on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He breathed into her and she groaned again, twisting her head from side to side on the softness of her husband's pillow.

He moved his mouth forward, his tongue feeling a passage for the rest of him, around her cuntal lips, into her softness, then pushed his face against the wetness of her vaginal slit. He felt her move to him, toward his face, and his tongue pushed into her open, waiting cunt. He felt weak from the pleasure her surrender gave him; the freshness of her, the pleasing female odor of her cunt. He breathed her up into his nostrils, plunging his tongue deep into her and she moaned and moved her naked loins more forcefully toward him. He moved his tongue within her, nipping at the tender flanges of flesh with his teeth between the thrusting in and out of his tongue, and soon he heard a soft moan building within her, then she violently flung herself upward, and screamed, "Ooooh, ooooh," and ground her buttocks into the mattress and he probed deeper and deeper into her.

He stopped his probing, withdrew his lashing tongue and found the throbbing, hard clitoris and licked. Marily was going wild with pleasure under him, moving her hips in ever more violent motions, pushing her tongue into Peter's mouth and her breasts upwards to his face when he was alternately kissing and squeezing her there. She could never stop or turn aside the passion in her body at that moment. She squirmed and twisted and turned and threw herself at their hot, hungry searching mouths and tongues. She felt the dam within her building for the break that was certain to come, and quickly. She wanted it to, tried to help it by her movements. She was thwarted, however. Peter and Hans changed places, slipping and sliding along her body, one on each side, and the newness of Hans' lips on her was the next sensation she had, then the hands of Peter on her vagina, a gentle probing with his fingers, then his teeth along her inner thigh, and she quivered with pleasure and gratitude and anticipation.

She liked Hans, liked the feel of his tongue in her mouth, the soft caressing of her breasts from his hands. She ran her own hands over the hard, taut muscles of his back, then to the back of his head and pulled him into her, took his tongue fully into her mouth, and sucked it, slowly, then more violently. She could feel her body lathering with sweat, straining as it was to answer the urgent needs of the two mean laboring over her naked body.

Peter moved her unresisting legs apart and placed himself between them. He ran his hand over the full length of his prick, hardened like steel now, and rubbed the head of it with his thumb. It secreted a small amount of sticky seminal fluid showing the depth of his own lust and desire. Then, he took his hands away and it stood straight out from his body, rigid, throbbing so hard that he thought he could see the rate of his own heart beat by looking at it. He put his hands under Marily, taking into them the soft whiteness of her desire-quivering buttocks and pulled her loins apart, slightly, then moved forward so that he was ready to enter her. He dipped his body at the hips and placed the head of his pulsating cock on the lips of the wet, pink, vaginal opening. He pressed the soft, resilient crevice of her buttocks further apart with his hand and worked his finger into her anus, the soft spongy and rubbery tissue there opening slowly to his tender probing.

He lifted the whole of her hips toward him, then eased his cock into the warm pink flesh of her vagina, then rested, feeling her move against him slightly, then back off. He squeezed and massaged her wide-spread thighs and moved gently into her, the walls of her cunt sucking him on and on deeper and deeper into her. He gradually moved his body forward so that he was penetrating her almost completely, almost all the way, and the clasping, wet warmth there drove him almost crazy, cozily wrapped around his hard pulsating cock. He did not push the head all the way in, all the way to its deeply hidden nest, but stopped short of that and rested, then again massaged the writhing woman's thighs.

Marily, her mouth open wide in passion, felt every one of Peter's manipulations. His nibbling at her thighs had sent cold shivers of pleasure up her body, only to be replaced by hot desire. She grasped to her what she could of Hans, kept his tongue in her mouth and worked it, sucking and biting and kissing, and moved her breasts, which seemed to her to be seeking a solace all by themselves, toward him until he increased his massaging and squeezing of them. Her hands tore at his back, at the muscles and the hollows of it, as far down as she could reach.

She felt every nerve twitching, springing to life, all of them building a fire within her that she was sure could never be extinguished, no matter what was used to suffocate it. Then she felt the cheeks of her buttocks again being gently pulled apart by the strong hands of Peter and she wanted to push onto him, have him spear her without thought of pain to her, to fill her hungry, throbbing pussy with the total strength of him. She didn't however; he had done alright by her in her two previous experiences with him and she didn't want to spoil anything by her own inexperienced greed. She felt the rubbery head of his prick in her soft, yielding cunt and moaned, trying desperately to hold herself back and not to raise herself and take all of him into her, but to let him lead the way.

When she felt his large shaft wedging her apart, sliding into her fully, she could have died from the pleasure it gave her. She could not help herself, she moved up on him, drawing him into herself, she was angry that he did not grind into her, but had stopped and stayed an infinitesimal distance away from filling her completely. Then she felt his practiced hands on her, rubbing and squeezing and massaging and then again on the cheeks of her buttocks, pulling them apart and the finger that cautiously probed her anus and then entered, sending welcome pain to her. She bit Hans' lips, pushed her tongue into his mouth, then accepted his into her throat and hung on for dear life as she suddenly trembled from head to foot.

Peter knew that she was ready, that she wanted the whole of his lust-hardened cock in her, deep and that she wanted him to grind away, pounding into her, rocking her with his sexual power. But, he deliberately took it easy, even though it hurt him to do so, and moved in and out of her, never hitting all the way to the top of her cervix until she started responding to him, slithering her cunt up over his prick, trying with the walls and muscles of her vagina to swallow the whole of it, to take it deep within her churning belly. He was on his knees, cupping her rounded buttocks in his hands, pulling her to him and away from him as he wished. And suddenly he could no longer take it and with a deep throated grunt, rammed into her all the way, until his balls smacked tight down against her exposed anus. He held for a moment, hearing her groan helplessly up into Hans' mouth.