Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

He increased his licking and biting and sucking of her cunt, and his own motion in and out of her mouth, until he felt her building up to orgasm. And suddenly it was there for him too, in his balls, a tightening and preparedness to explode. He lashed into her with his tongue, probing and withdrawing, and his hands worked at her anus, tearing and probing and working deep into the rubbery tightness, and he increased his plunging into her until he felt her ready, felt the nerves inside her collect and draw themselves together for the final sparking of the fuse, then he jerked his body violently and moved one leg over her head and pounded into her mouth with all his might and force and bit and chewed and sucked her cunt. He felt her whole body tense and come up to meet his at the same time he felt the need to come. Then it was there. He ground his tongue deep into her and his prick plunged all the way down her tender throat and he ground down on that, and her whole body gave an earthshaking tremble and jerked in wild spasms and then he came, the release erupting from him, seeming to come from all his muscles, the shooting out of him of all the strength that he was sure he would ever possess.

Marily was going wild with his tongue lashing into her soft, tight cunt and the hugeness of his overly large cock in her mouth, filling it absolutely full, then into her throat and suddenly he was moving faster, in and out of her, shoving his prick all the way down into her. She had felt the movement of him so fast that she had not realized what was happening until her head was between his legs and he pushed even more of his hard pulsating prick into the small passage of her throat. Suddenly her insides had gathered together for the mad relief that she knew must come and she could not help but move toward the tongue that was inflicting such painful pleasure on her. Her mouth was being used cruelly, she felt that her throat was being torn apart, and then he had plunged more fully into her, then wildly until she came, then he had done so immediately, filling her sucking mouth with his hot sperm, burning and sliding over and down her throat. Her pleasure was ten fold that she had ever experienced before. Her whole body had rocked with it, jolt after jolt, until she had fully flowed, deep within herself, and had the welcome relief that she now lay in and enjoyed.

She felt the slow softening of Roy's cock against her tongue, then his slow movement upwards, then the slippery withdrawal of it from her mouth, over her lips, the large head seeming reluctant to quit its deep pleasure. Then it was gone, away from her contact, and the bed moved and she felt his arms on her body, his hands moving along her and stopping at her breasts, then his head was above her and he came softly to her lips with his own and kissed her gently, then lay his head down beside hers.

"Wonderful," he whispered. "Wonderful."

"Yes," Marily agreed. "Wonderful."

"Put your hand on my cock," he whispered, guiding it there as he spoke.

Marily felt the delightful softness of him, still wet from her saliva and his sperm, and she let her hand rest on his cock. It felt wonderful to her. She squeezed it, lightly, then to her surprise it responded to her caress and hardened just a bit. She continued squeezing it, each time feeling it become harder and harder, and he began to kiss her, first her shoulder, then her neck, then he raised himself up and kissed her mouth.

Before long it was all there again, her need and desire. His hands were on her breasts, his tongue filling her mouth, her own little cunt undergoing movements of its own, opening and closing fish-like down between her thighs. He moved his hand down her body, between her thighs and ran his fingers into her, moving the lips apart. She moaned softly again and moved her hips up to meet the rough fingers, but he did not push them into her fully.

"What do you want, Marily?" he asked, breathing heavily.

"You in me, Roy," she breathed, realizing that she had spoken his name for the first time.

"Then ask me to fuck you," he said.

"Do it, Roy. Do it. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me," she said, the lewd words exciting her more.

Roy brushed the softness of her pubic hair aside and parted the lips of her vagina with his fingers, then had her guide the head of his hardened cock to the opening he had made there for it. She had grabbed him frantically, her nails digging into the sides of his cock and unerringly put the head into her soft, waiting slit. Then she moaned. Roy pushed his hips forward slightly, just slipping the head past the warm, clasping lips, and Marily groaned as though she were being split apart. He kissed her, probing his tongue into her mouth. She took it immediately and sucked it deep into her, then he shoved in further with his cock, about half of it, and she moaned under him again. He gently eased it in, all the way, then rested inside her, throbbing against her deep insides, enjoying the comforting closeness of her warm, wet walls throbbing around his prick. He kissed her.

Marily had felt the huge wedge being forced into her, knew that he was stretching her beyond reason, but realized that she could take him, all of him into her, that she loved the feeling, that she could never be able to get enough of him. She knew that he was bigger than either Peter or Hans and she had to admit, as she gnashed and sucked his tongue, that he was better, was not so impatient, knew more than either of them did. She began to burn inside as he slowly pulled out of her, felt the million little fires that were ignited within her cunt, inflamed by the vacuum he left there.

Roy withdrew from her, then eased his solidly hard prick back into her, pushed deep down into her belly, imagining that he could feel all the heat of her stomach resting on top of his hardened rod of flesh. Then, patiently, he started a rocking motion, in and out, that he knew would bring her quickly to a demanding need of him, a need that she would not be able to fight.

He did nothing more than that, just pushed his big cock into her, the head's largeness and softness, gently opening the walls for the rest of his passage, then drew out, then just as gently pushed in again. He kissed her, massaged her back and squeezed her curved mounds with his hands, then released them and ran his hands back up her as he withdrew.

Marily's pleasure was indescribable. She loved the coming into her by him, his hardness pushing relentlessly into her, then not resting but withdrawing, his rhythm in her cunt matched by the magic of his hands on her back and buttocks. She wallowed in the pleasure it gave her, sucked gently on his tongue and took it deep within her as he pushed in his prick, then sucked it as he withdrew its wetness again. Her body began to change, slowly, a dam of need rose deep in her belly with his every plunge and withdrawal. She began to move under him, to help him slide more easily into her and to satisfy her own rapidly increasing lust.

Roy felt her moving under him, knew that her rate of breathing was increasing slowly, and he accommodated her ever so slightly by moving in and out just a bit faster, nothing that she would notice he was doing, but faster just the same. Suddenly she bucked under him, threw her cunt into his hard prick as he was withdrawing from her. He knew that her moment had come, that she was ready for the total assault on her tight little pussy that he planned to give her. He pushed his pole-hard prick all the way into her slightly, then withdrew. He repeated the same thing twice more, was satisfied with her happy groan of pleasure under him, then withdrew his mouth from hers and asked into her ear, "Do you like it?"

"Yes! Yes, oh yes!" Marily moaned moving under him and clawing at his back.

"Then ask me to fuck you, ask me to fuck you," he encouraged her gently.

"Do, Roy, do fuck me," she cried, thrusting onto him, skewering her burning cunt up the full length of his rock hard cock.