Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

Roy slipped his hands down her back, between the cleft of her smooth ass, fingered her rectum and then continued down, over her thighs, locked his arms, under her knees and raised her legs up over her, past her stomach and moved himself up slightly, and directed her legs up his arms, almost to his shoulders, then moved into her, deliberately withholding some of his hard prick from her sucking cunt.

"Oh, oooh," she moaned under him, every crevice of her vagina feeling filled to overflowing with his hardness.

Roy ordered her to ask for it, to beg him for his prick, as much for his own pleasure as to get her to open up somewhat, to cast off some of her holding back that he had seen her display the first part of the evening and further when he had joined her in bed.

"Fuck me, oh please fuck me," she responded, into the hollow of his neck, flailing her head back and forth, pulling and tearing at his back.

Sensing her desperation, Roy tightened his muscles, dug his toes into the bed, and plunged into her, fully, thrusting his hard pole into the innermost secret part of her, felt her pussy tighten around his hardness, then relax and gobble the head of his throbbing cock deep inside, then close warmly around it. Marily screamed under him, her hands stopped their drawing and clawing at his well-muscled back, then she lay still, sucking in deep breaths of air.

He moved out, gently, and then plunged back in slowly, only half-way; her hands returned to his back, her legs stopped quivering, and he readied himself again, slowly pushed into her, felt the same delightful sensation of going into her deeply and the fitting around the head of his huge prick the very, very before unpenetrated part of her, and she responded, again her hands pulling him toward and into her.

"Beg! Beg me, Marily," he told her.

Marily would have eaten live coals to satisfy her need. She was assaulted by desire originating in her cunt, then from her breasts, her mouth, her buttocks and her legs. She thrust upwards at him, begged, "Fuck me. Fuck me with your delicious cock, fuck me in the cunt with it, darling… please… oh please!"

Roy rewarded her by grinding into her, emphatically, each time she shrieked out one of the obscene words that were so new to her. He could feel himself building up, knew that she was, so he ground down, deep into her, and she yelled "Oooh, fuck my cunt," and he plunged, grinding, then withdrew and she cried, "Screw me, fuck me deep. Oh, oooh, Roy, fuck me, oh," and he did. He bored into her deeper and harder and plowed and ground and he felt her movement deep inside, the whole of her cunt sucking and sucking against his hard prick and he rammed into her, and knew that she was coming and then felt her liquid spread out of her, onto the head of his prick and cause him to cum and he heightened his muscles and plunged, and tore into her and then the wonderful feeling of release came to him, his balls tightened and then released their semen, rushing it through his throbbing prick into her, drowning her with the outward rush of hotness. He ground and twisted and tore at her flesh with his hands until he was exhausted, until the last of his hot semen had spewed out of him, then relaxed atop her soft body.

"Thank you, Roy," Marily said to him between her gasps of satisfaction, her soft hands resting on his back and on his head.

"Don't thank me, beautiful," he said, kissing her breasts lightly. "Let's sleep. The party has really just started."

He slept. Marily lay awake, enjoying the feeling of contentment that she had, dreamed lazily of nothing, tried to feel guilt for what she had done, been doing, but she could not. She smiled to herself, knew that ahead of her lay fulfillment and joy as she had never imagined. Eventually, she fell asleep, a deep, deep easy sleep surrounding her.

The party continued the next day. Partners were selected for Saturday, then each of them wandered off at their own convenience, some of them sat about and talked and some enjoyed the sun of a surprisingly beautiful day in the patio. Vivian directed a good breakfast of tomato juice, steak and eggs and eye opening drinks.

Marily had to admire Vivian, who never seemed to tire of talking, but who got things done such as the planning of the party, serving of breakfast and sharing in the festivities all without, Marily imagined, ever closing her mouth. Before the sun was half-way into the sky on Saturday Marily had relaxed in the constant flow of words from Vivian, found them somehow soothing and realized with a start that she would miss them if they stopped.

Marily did not dream that her next partner would be one that she knew already, had been with already, Hans. She was startled when he smiled at her, showed her his slip of paper, because she was talking to Anna. Her face reddened, her tongue became locked in her mouth. Anna smiled her assurance that it mattered not to her, then told the both of them that she and Peter were to enjoy the day. Hans sat between them, holding Anna's hand and talking to her and it occurred to Marily that there was true love, that she hoped that someday she could appreciate Fred as much as either of them seemed to appreciate each other. But she was doubtful. She thought of the 'love making' she and Fred had every Tuesday and she shuddered. He would never consent to anything like this. She just knew it. What then, she wondered, was he to think of her if he ever found out about her week-end. She felt certain that he would divorce her, would hold her and probably the rest of them to public ridicule and scorn.

Then she surprised herself. She suddenly had the feeling that if that were to be the case, she should by all means make the most of the two days she had left. She looked at Hans, gave him a smile that promised all the delights that he had ever participated in or dreamed about, and ignored Anna. Hans' response was immediate. He excused the both of them to Anna, then took Marily's arm and led her out of the patio, into her backyard and to her house. She felt no shame or remorse whatever for all the things she had done with these three strange men. In fact, she found herself looking forward to more and more of it.

Marily worked like a Trojan Monday. She had induced the dentist, her last partner of the party, to help her move the furniture in the bedroom back to its former position, then she had seen him to the door, then carefully tucked his card away in her purse. He had promised her an amazing discount on her dental work, and would offer the same to Fred later in the week, he told her, as soon as he was initiated a member. As soon as he had disappeared through the hedge of the patio, she had started her work. She dusted, vacuumed, changed the bed clothes, even the pads on the beds, and washed and sprayed a heavy film of air freshener through the house.

She had paused in her work to have a bit of lunch, heard a car pull into the driveway next door, and had run to the window to see if it could be Peter. It wasn't. It was Vivian.

Vivian turned and waved to her, then headed in her direction. Marily opened the door for her, tried to smile and wondered if she knew that she had hoped it was Peter. She did.

"It's just me. Wipe the disappointment off your face, lovely, and let's have some coffee. I've been out laying the groundwork for Fred he's very cute, Marily, I don't think that you appreciate that fact and the fact that all men, every last one of them have the potential of becoming good lovers and husbands and they just have to be taught can we have a bite of lunch if you have anything to make and I'll outline the plan for you and we have considered your situation here and there is little of it that depends on you because you'll be nervous and you might ruin it all and we don't want that." Vivian paused for a split second and then continued full force, outlining the plan that Marily felt she was somehow missing, could not completely follow the flow of words that included general comments about everything under the sun with the plan thrown in. Generally, however, she got the idea. All she had to do was calm herself until Tuesday, then set the first part of it in motion. They would do the rest.