Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

"You don't know my Fred, Hans. He will mind. He… he doesn't like sex like you… we do. He would never let himself be included." She was crying again just thinking about Fred's strict moral code and what he would think of her if he saw her now, laying in bed naked with a nude man on each side of her, drinking liquor. She shuddered.

"Marily, please," Peter said, kissing her on the mouth through her tears, "Trust me. I told you that we will see that Fred comes to appreciate you and all of us. You'll see. We'll manage it. Just trust me." He pulled her to him, his arms wrapped around her and loved her tenderly, kissing away the salty tears. "We've already got a plan worked out for Fred. He'll be a changed man by next weekend at Hans' house. That's where we're having the next party."

Marily couldn't believe – even though she wanted to trust Peter – that Fred would ever go to a sex party, would ever join the neighborhood club as apparently she had done. She was wondering what the plan might be to entrap him, when Peter kissed her hungrily, probing his tongue deep into her, searching her mouth for excitement. She forgot about Fred and responded, surprised that the fires were already, so soon, building within her again.

Peter kissed her long and hotly, then guided her hand down to his soft, deflated penis. Even resting, soft, it seemed to her bigger than Fred's. But, she had never put her hand on his sex, he never having invited her to. She rolled it about her closed hand, pressing into the side of it with her fingers, then moved her hand to his testicles. She was surprised at the feel of the soft sac of flesh. She had never before felt so free to know a man, to run her hand over him, to find out for herself what he was made of. Just the idea that she was doing that made her want to cry out for joy. She felt Hans adjusting himself between her legs. He lowered himself on top of her, the full length of his body, and kissed her breasts. He moved her legs together so that his prick lay on top of them softly and stroked her thighs with his hands.

Marily felt wonderful. She kissed and sucked at Peter's lips and tongue and moved her legs so that she could feel Hans' prick against each leg. She continued to massage and handle Peter's cock, which was fast beginning to lengthen and harden. And, she loved the feel of Hans' mouth on her breasts. She massaged the back of his neck, his head, and moved her hand over his blond, silken hair.

She enjoyed the slow and kind nature of their manipulations until both of them were rock hard again. Peter was kissing her more violently and Hans was biting and squeezing her soft white breasts. As if by signal both of them stopped, Hans moved her legs and placed himself between them, moved them further apart and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and used his finger to slowly spread the lips of her cunt apart.

He took one hand and put it on his extremely long, white rod of flesh and ran his thumb over the head of it. Marily couldn't believe that he was so big, that she could be expected to take all of that huge tool inside her little soft pussy, but a part of her mind told her that she could, that he wasn't any larger there than Peter was, that she wanted him to, to ram into her wih all his might and push it all the way up inside her. She moaned in an almost tortured anticipation.

Hans lifted her legs, put the head of his hard prick to the lips of her vagina and eased himself in, the passage warm and soft and wet. Marily groaned and took all of him into, seemingly, the very depths of her being, and enjoyed the feel of him there. He stayed inside her, not moving, not plunging in and out, and kissed her breasts. Then he took her in his arms and rolled over, bringing her on top of him as he did so.

Suddenly Peter was behind her, kissing her back, massaging the curved mounds of her soft, resilient buttocks and pushing her up and down onto Hans. Then, spreading the smooth white mounds he used his finger to tease and then enter her anus. She gasped with pain when his finger slipped inside her, then moved back onto it, enjoying the strange, forbidden thrill that it gave her.

She could feel the head of his cock probing the soft, rubbery tissue of the tight resisting hole, but she had no idea whether or not he wanted to or would be able to enter her there. Then, he did, gradually, causing her pain that she had never felt the equal of, just the head of his prick, then he reached around her and took her breasts in his hands and squeezed and rubbed her nipples between his fingers. She began to relax, somewhat, the feeling of Hans inside her, her lips bent to his, her tongue in his mouth, getting massaged and sucked by him. She could feel herself coming ablaze deep inside and started her motions up and down on Hans' large impaling prick faster and faster.

Suddenly, Peter grunted behind her and thrust his hard cock all the way into the soft rubbery walls of her rectum, pulling savagely on her tits to prevent her from moving away from him. She felt indescribable pain. It rocked her from her middle to her head and down her legs into her toes. All movement stopped. She sat still, getting used to the pain of the two of them, then Peter leaned his stomach against her back, kissed her neck and said, "You'll like this after a while. I'm going to move in and out a bit and you tell me if it hurts too much." He moved a bit more into her, then slowly pulled out, then pushed his prick back into her rectum, then repeated the same thing again, kissing and nibbling at her neck at the same time. And suddenly, for some indescribable reason, it felt right to her, moving it at the same time into her soft slit, then Peter behind her moving in perfect harmony with Hans, so that the heads of their cocks seem to meet and press together with only a thin tissue of her soft, pink flesh separating the two of them. She rocked up and down and was pulled up and down by both Peter and Hans. She could feel the hardness sluice into her stomach from behind and the hardness glide through the softness of her cunt and her joy was fantastic and beyond all imagination.

She thought she could sense the swelling of both their hardnesses, the large heads of their cocks seeming to expand inside her and she felt her own need burning again, deep within her and she speared herself onto Hans, and at the same time onto Peter and ground the two of them deep within her. She glued her mouth to Hans' mouth, his tongue filled hers, and Peter tightened his grip on her soft breasts.

She rose up and down and was pulled up and down until she felt her insides exploding, the hotness spreading over the head of Hans' still plunging cock, and she worked harder, emitting a moan that propelled both of them into greater bucking and plunging into her and suddenly it was there, all of it emptied once again from within her, causing an animal cry to escape her lust-tortured throat. She went limp between them, and seconds later they both spewed into her, Hans' hot sperm filling the upmost cavern of her throbbing vagina and Peter shooting into her bowels, hotly, then clawing at her and grinding and pushing and plowing and then falling weakly against her, emitting a small, helpless, deep-throated groan.

They rested, Hans under her and Peter still lodged deep in her sperm-filled rectum, then she felt the softening of them, then the slow withdrawal of Peter, then she moved slowly off Hans and felt him slip wetly out of her. She moved off him, lay alongside him on the bed, her breathing deep and calm. She couldn't remember when she had felt so satisfied, so spent.

The three of them lay quietly for what seemed like a long time, then Peter announced that he would get drinks. He hopped off the bed, went through the door, and disappeared. Marily turned her head, looked at Hans and said, "Are you sure your wife doesn't mind that you are here? I think that if I were your wife, I would mind. I really do."