Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

For both of them, suddenly and together, they realized that Peter was gone. He had been there for Marily, his presence lending credence to what she was doing because she was doing it more to please him than for her own pleasure, watching and guiding her. For Roy he had been there as a warning to him to follow his instructions and not frighten or scare the girl. Then, he was gone. Neither of them had heard him leave or had been aware of his departure. Realizing this fact, they laughed together, Marily shyly, then more forcefully, along with Roy.

Roy wasted no more time. He knew that Marily had accepted him, wanted him, so he moved his body onto her and began to kiss her in earnest, his mouth pressed into her, his tongue over her lips and between her teeth and into her mouth and back, then withdrew it slowly, almost all the way out and felt her hold on it, her refusing to let it get away from her. He ran it in and out of her mouth, gently, then more quickly, and delighted in her response.

Marily felt his hardening on her stomach, felt his tongue probing impatiently into her mouth. She had taken it, liked the feeling of it, and sucked it into her. Then he had started to withdraw it, she felt, and that she did not want, could not give up the pleasure it gave her. She caught it with her teeth before he could deny her its pleasure. She moved her body slightly upward, pressing her soft white stomach into his rising prick, loving the hardness of it.

Roy squeezed and massaged and tore at her buttocks, felt her squirm and raise up to press into his ever lengthening hardness. He pushed down into her stomach, wanting to slip into her soft pink cunt, but knowing that he would not, could not, as yet. He moved his mouth from her, kissed her chin, then moved his body slightly so that his head was above her beautiful, firm breasts. He kissed one, then the other, then licked them with his tongue, feeling the sensations that he caused there flicking into her body then out again to the surface and onto his.

He kissed and bit and slavered like a child at her tits, then put his mouth over the nipple, sucked and worked it with his tongue until he felt it spring to life, bursting to hardness and rigidity against his tongue. He worked at both of them, could feel the quivering that his hot mouth caused.

Marily could not control her feeling, her response to Roy. His sucking and biting and teasing of her breasts, then her nipples, sent strange, uncontrolled electric pleasure through her. She wanted to push them into him, make him take the whole of them in his mouth to bite and suck and burn her. She grabbed his head with her hands and looked at him, at the top of his busy moving head. His hair was streaked with silver gray and it was soft and silky under her hands. She loved the color of it, the softness of it, and the pleasure it gave her to push him onto her. She moved her hands to his muscled back, ran them the whole length of it, then back to his head. She felt his pole like prick on her stomach, wanted to spread her legs and suck it into her burning cunt. But, she didn't want to be forward, to have him think that she was like a common whore. She would just be patient and make herself enjoy and appreciate his busy mouth on her breasts.

Roy moved his mouth from her breasts, moved his head down her body and kissed the softness of her stomach where only a minute ago the hardness of his prick had lain. Her hands still pressed down on his head, felt like butterflies on his back, and he continued on, taking small bites of her flesh in his teeth and feeling her rising up to meet his every action, kissed her lower stomach, just above the soft mound of her vagina. He liked the feel of her soft, sparse pubic hair on his chin.

He took her legs, moved them apart, and moved his mouth down to her cunt. He spread the soft, hair-lined lips with his fingers, then probed gently around them with his tongue. He was awarded by the pressure of her hands on his head. They drew him forward with all their strength. He pushed his tongue on into the soft pinkness, then withdrew it and started the same process all over again. He heard her moan, starting low inside her chest then traveling through her, somehow emitting itself from her throat and changing into a higher note of sensual anticipation.

He turned his body upside down, never taking his mouth from her tender opening, until his feet stuck above her head. Then he raised his head slightly, moved his arms so that they were under her hips and his hands were cupping the smooth flesh of her buttocks, pulling them slightly apart, and lifted her crotch to his face. Then, felt her hands move teasingly over his own buttocks, then slide around to his balls, kneading them, almost causing him to cry out in pleasure, then the softness of them closing over his lust-hardened cock. His pleasure knew no bounds when he felt the smooth rubbery head being hesitantly probed at by her tongue. He did not force his cock into her, but let her get used to it, to slowly feed it into her own mouth. He kept his own tongue busy inside her soft vaginal slit, in and out, in and out, then took the soft clitoris with his teeth.

She bucked upwards toward his mouth, then, with a soulful groan, sucked his cock into her own. He kept hold of the clitoris, maneuvering it with his teeth and tongue, and pushed his hips slowly so that she would take all of his huge throbbing cock into the warm, wet confines of her mouth.

Marily wiggled and moved her hips under him with the first realization that he was kissing her pussy. She was not surprised when he moved his body so that his prick was in her face. She had been silently wishing that he would allow her to kiss him there, but had certainly had no intention of doing so without his asking. She was aware of the movement of his body, the turning of it, so that she opened her eyes and saw the hugeness of his prick there for her. She placed her hands on his buttocks, which were hard and muscular, so unlike her soft female ones that it seemed to be nothing but knots of muscles. She ran her hand over it, down the crack of it, then moved them around to his balls. She enjoyed the feel of them in her hands. They felt like tender, soft eggs to her. Then she had touched his large, pulsating organ, had squeezed it in both her hands, and had not managed to cover even part of it. She looked at the large, purple head and saw a speck of moisture seeping through it and had wanted it in her mouth, wanted to enjoy the taste of it with the tip of her tongue. She kissed it, slowly, then guided the head into her mouth, over her tongue and between her teeth. It was too large for her. Her jaws were sore, used as they had been by Peter and Hans, so she had stopped it there, only a third of it in her mouth yet still touching the back of her throat. She moaned softly around it and began a gentle sucking motion with her lips.

Then she had felt the delicious biting of her clitoris. It had caused pains of pleasure to shoot into her, to consume her to the secret depths of her vagina. She felt his insistent push on into her mouth and she tried to accommodate him, had opened and let the huge pole be pushed into her throat. Then suddenly without warning, her loins were on fire from the probing and biting by Roy's hot, wet mouth and he was moving his prick in and out of her mouth and her arms were wrapped around his hips drawing him into her and wanting him to stay there forever.

Roy could never in his wildest dreams imagine that she could be as good as she was. He loved eating her tight little cunt, sliding his rough tongue into it, all the way, feeling the pressure and the clean, sweet tasting moisture from the lips and the walls of her pink, hot pussy. He had been a little surprised when she had taken the whole of his prick inside her mouth, had enjoyed the tightness as it slipped further and further into her throat, felt the constriction of pressure on the head of it until it suddenly slipped in, in and down, just as he nibbled and chewed at her clitoris. He began to move his hips, back and forward, then felt her rising pelvis slapping up wildly into his face, he had moved his prick in faster and faster, then slowed his motions when he felt her arms tightly encircle his ass.