Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

Hans took his mouth from Marily's, moved his body on the bed so that he was straddling her chest, sitting atop her firm, heaving breasts. He could feel through her body the entrance of Peter, feel her heave when Peter plunged his big cock all the way into her. He put his hand behind her head and lifted it slightly, took his own long rigid cock in his other hand and guided it so that the head of it pressed against her lipstick covered lips. In spite of lust ridden desire, Marily tried to turn her head away, but he would have none of that. He opened her lips with his finger, and slowly guided the pulsating head of his prick toward her now open mouth.

Marily couldn't believe that Hans, a perfect stranger, would want her to do a thing like that and she tried to escape the mammoth hardness that he wanted her to suck. But, she couldn't. Then she remembered the warm, forbidden pleasure Peter's had given her and she relented, felt him open her lips with his finger, then the spongy head of his cock slipped into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, rubbing with a slight stickiness on top of her tongue. She moved forward slightly when Peter rammed hard into her and then without warning her mouth was filled almost to the bursting point with Hans' hard rod of pulsating flesh. She closed her eyes and sucked, and tried not to gag, moving with abandoned desperation her hips against the wonderful fiery hardness within her and enjoyed the swiftly cruising pleasure that it gave her.

Peter began to fuck faster and faster in and out of her cunt, grinding at the top of her with every inward thrust. He could feel the warmness of her clutching at his hardened prick, sucking it into her, filling her whole slit. He buffeted in and out and ground and dug his hands into her, pulling her toward him, then away from him. He watched the hard, round tube of solid flesh coming out of her cunt, then sliding back in, glistening and wet and throbbing.

Hans pressed his cock further and further into her mouth, enjoying the pleasure it gave him to know that it was almost too much for her, the added pleasure he felt in his balls, the tingling there that demanded that he thrust into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until he was in up to the very root of his prick and he did so, slowly, feeling her buffeted upwards by Peter's hungry thrusts into her cunt. He leaned over and watched the hardness of him slipping into her red mouth, saw her lipstick covered lips creeping over the flesh of his hard cock, and gradually leaned and pushed all the way into her. She tried to move her head so that he would have to withdraw it, but he was too fast for her. He held onto her head firmly and pushed down until he felt his balls on her chin; he looked and was amazed at the smoothness of her complexion compared with the wrinkled skin of his sack. Then he began to plunge in and out of her, matching the rhythm that Peter had established plunging into her cunt. He was overjoyed when he felt her hands grab his waist and pull him into her. This, he knew, was the ultimate surrender and there was no turning back for the distraught housewife now.

Marily knew that she was going to cum. The two of them together using her body like a whore were just more than she could stand. She had not liked the huge prick of Hans in her mouth at first because it made it difficult for her to breathe; then that had changed, her excitement growing and getting away from her with every delicious thrust into her cunt from Peter down between wide-flung thighs. She had accepted the whole of Hans' prick, deep within her mouth, down her throat and was near to panic when he would not let her escape it. Then, without warning, she began to enjoy that as much as she did the feeling of Peter inside her. She felt the thrusting into her cunt and into her mouth and wondered dazedly if she were being torn apart by the two of them. Then the ecstasy of it all, the mounting sensations deep within her, began to explode and she sucked hungrily at Hans' hardened cock and clutched with the walls of her cunt at Peter.

She knew that Peter was getting ready to explode, that she was, but she had never expected Hans to erupt with his hot, burning semen into her throat, but he did. She felt her inner dam breaking and moved against Peter with a force that he was helpless to control, bothered as he was by his own mounting need to come, and then she was suddenly aware of an increased growing and throbbing of Hans' brick-hard prick in her mouth. She clutched and clawed and would have screamed out with pleasure if she could have when she felt herself going, losing control, her sensations suddenly bunching themselves deep in her womb and gathering to split apart. Peter plunged into her faster and faster and Hans tore at her throat and suddenly it was there. Her legs flailed out in the air, her nails bit into Hans' hips and she came, she broke, the whole of her orgasm flowing out with wild, abandoned force against Peter, who was hard inside her. He pushed into her forcefully and came, spewing his hot wetness over hers, filling her womb with thick, milk-white fluid, then Hans burst in her mouth, scalding her throat with his hot, pungent semen, then pushed on into her and ground down hard against her lips, hurting them, because in his passion and force of orgasm they were pressed back against her nibbling teeth.

The three of them came together, the men greedily clutched at her, roughly grabbed her to them with their hands and bore into her, then slowly released her and all of them parted at the same time, Hans falling to one side of her, Peter leaning backwards and his deflated cock popping wetly out of her, then moving his body alongside hers. She felt like a queen, the two most handsome men she had even known resting with her, having exhausted themselves and her with lovemaking. She stroked their heads softly with her hands.

"You are a most wonderful woman, Marily," Hans said, his hand flat on her still heaving stomach. "Truly you are."

"The most wonderful," Peter said, raising up and kissing her mouth. "We love you, beautiful." He went back to his former position and moved his hand appreciatively over the whole length of her smooth, soft body.

Marily could say nothing. She felt like crying with happiness. She didn't know how she had lived so long (only twenty-four years) without knowing what the real unrestricted joys of sex could be. She felt so lucky to be there, to have them, both of them, that she wanted to cry.

Hans disturbed her mood. He excused himself, got off the bed and left the room. She smiled at the leanness of his buttocks as he disappeared through the door. Then he returned a moment later, his sex swinging in front of him, with three glasses of drinks. He put them on the bedside table, then moved his arm under her head and lifted it slightly, then helped her drink from one of the glasses. She smiled her thanks to him. He put the glass in her hand, then handed Peter one and took one for himself. Then he toasted her, each part of her, then they all drank to everything each of them had experienced in the few short minutes of their orgiastic three-way coupling.

The three of them lay, satiated, drinking the burning liquor, enjoying the nearness of each other, the fulfillment that each of them felt. Marily finished her drink, then her hand gripped the glass. She had not thought about Fred all evening and now he suddenly crowded in on her thoughts, filling her with shame.

"Oh, God," she cried, "What have I done?" Both of the men immediately began to soothe her, to try and give her comfort. "Don't worry about Fred, Marily, he's in Chicago. He won't be back until Tuesday. You know that."

"It isn't a matter of when he'll be back," she sobbed, "I'll never be able to face him no matter when he comes back."

"Marily," Hans spoke, giving that strange musical sound to her name, "We will all help Fred adjust. You shall see. My wife is now with someone else. Of that I am sure. I do not mind. Your Fred will not mind once he is included. You will see."