Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

Fred couldn't believe what was happening to him. He delighted in the softness of her stomach, the firmness of her breasts and reveled in the ecstasy of kissing, for the first time, into the soft pink slit of a beautiful woman's vagina. He hadn't been able to at first, when she had wanted him to, but she had taken him into her mouth, without hesitation, and he wanted to do the same for her, feeling somehow that it was right, that it was not the dirty thing that he had been led to believe. He probed the soft flanges of her and wallowed in the delight it gave him. He moved his tongue deeper in, felt her put her hands on his ass, then take his balls and cradle them lightly in her soft hands. He felt like rejoicing.

He licked more violently at her, knew that he was exciting her because of the movement of her hips, and then his tongue felt her clitoris. He moved it upwards, causing her to moan and take more of his hard prick into her mouth, so he worked it around with his tongue, causing her to thrust upwards so that his whole mouth was suddenly slapped into her soft wetness and bore in, sliding his tongue in as far as it would go, enjoyed the pressure that she exerted on it, and without realizing it, pushed his prick further into her throat, received a slight hurt from it because of the restricting tightness suddenly clamping around it. He tried to withdraw it, but she pulled him further into her mouth by her pressure on his ass, so he relaxed and further explored with his tongue his new discovery.

Fred moved his hands to her wonderfully shaped hips and spread her apart so that his tongue had greater access to her. He felt her own fingers on his rectum and he touched her gently, then tried to push his finger into the rubbery tissue, was momentarily stopped, not wanting to force her and bring pain to her, then continued and worked his finger into the tight resisting hole and pushed his tongue full hilt inside her and she squirmed and ground her hips under him.

Anna moved Fred's prick from her mouth because she felt him building up to cum. She took his head in her hands and moved it to her mouth, then maneuvered him so that his long, hard prick was between her legs. She moved her hands between them, took that tool in her hands and moved her lips aside and placed the head inside her, then moved ever so slightly upwards until the head of it was completely in, then stopped and kissed him. Fred moaned with delight.

"Fred," Anna whispered directly into his ear, flicking her tongue inside it and causing him to shiver, "I want you to fuck me."

Fred had never before heard a woman use that word. But somehow it didn't shock him because it sounded natural coming from Anna, indeed he could think of no other word that would have been more apt, more suitable for the occasion. Just her speaking the word excited him almost beyond the limits of his control and he pushed into her, causing her to cry out with pain. He stopped immediately and started to withdraw, but she said no, just rest where he was. He loved the feeling of her cunt walls around his hard prick, the heat seeming to come from the inside of her and caress his own burning desire. She pulled at his back with her hands and he eased on into her tight passage, felt the walls give slightly at the touch of the head of his prick, then waited until she pressured him again then continued, pushed all the way into her, and she moaned.

He rested there, pulsating and throbbing in her, wanting to move in and out and up into her, waiting for her to guide and tell him how to treat her. She did. She moved slightly away from him so that he slipped out of her slightly, then, shoved back, spearing herself on his prick. He immediately moved in, then out, and she took his rhythm and matched her own to it, helping him with every thrust, until he reached a crest, knew that he was going to have to empty his load within her hot readiness, and he moved suddenly, slamming himself into her more forcefully and she guided his arms up under her legs and moved them up until the upper part of him was resting on her and then he moved himself forward on his knees and pushed into her cunt with his hard cock and felt something give deep within her and he ground down and she groaned and clutched at his hips with her hands. He repeated the same thing three times, then lost all sense of what he was doing and pounded and rammed into her and ground into her and felt her flow against him and knew that for the first time in his life that he had made a woman have orgasm and then he felt his own quick coming orgasm building and then giving out and rushing from him and he ground and pounded and plunged until it was there, the most wonderful release he had ever known, rushing from him from every fiber of his being into the most secret parts of her. He spewed and ground out his semen into her and loved her violent movements against him, helping him reach the foremost peak of joy.

Then it was over, he rested in her, and she kissed him and rubbed his back and said, "That was beautiful, Fred, beautiful," and he agreed, not verbally but with his body, moving a little further into her. He kissed her beautiful face, her brow, her eyes and her nose and her mouth. He felt as though he had been transported to heaven. He felt completely at ease, did not feel the need to shower and clean himself as he had every time before, and marveled at himself.

"Fred, I must go. Really," Anna said, moving from beneath him. "I would like to meet you tomorrow for lunch, but I don't want to be here when Marily returns." She kissed his lips and then got out of the bed.

Fred hadn't thought of Marily. Now, hearing her name on the lips of that beautiful woman, he did think of her, tried to feel guilty about being unfaithful to her, but he couldn't. She had never in two years of marriage, been what Anna had been for him tonight. He was amazed by it all, the wonder of Anna. He couldn't take time to consider Marily. "We will have lunch together tomorrow, Anna," he heard himself promise, then began to dress himself. Suddenly he thought of what Marily had told him about Anna, that her husband was a nice, handsome man, and he said, "Anna, what about your husband, Hans?"

"What about him?" She smiled.

"Well… I mean us here and… but he'll never know, huh?" he laughed.

"Oh, yes. He will know. I will tell him. We have no secrets, Fred. None."

"You'll tell him? My God!" Fred exploded, his mind agog at all the trouble he was headed for.

"Fred, you're invited to a party this week-end. I was going to explain it to you tomorrow, but I suppose it would be best now. We want you to join the neighborhood club, both you and your wife, and we meet this week-end at my house. Where will we have lunch tomorrow?" She smiled warmly at him, then took his hand and led him out of the house, through the patio, across the patio to the Aiken house and they sat on the couch and sipped at a drink and waited for Vivian to come downstairs.

Fred was amazed that Vivian should still be upstairs, putting the daughter to rest for the evening. He looked at his watch, couldn't remember at what time he had left the house, to go to his own with Anna, decided that it didn't really matter. He sat and marveled at his own sexual powers, at the pleasure that Anna had given him and he apparently her, and watched Vivian descend the stairs without hearing what she babbled about.

And babble she did. For somewhat close to an hour she talked, Anna mumbling "Yes," or "No," or "Really?" occasionally. Fred didn't listen, couldn't have repeated anything the woman said, until she mentioned his name. His ears perked up, he tried to focus his mind on what she was saying. He was horrified. She was questioning Anna about him, what he had done in bed with her, how he had reacted. His face, once he realized what she was talking about, was suddenly hot and, he knew, red.