Peter Jenkins - The reluctant neighbor

Marily wanted to express her thanks to this wonderful woman, but she couldn't. Although Anna had not quieted her fears, she had lessened them somewhat. She buried herself deep into the bed, almost dozed, then felt the bed give and strong hands reach for her and she signed heavily and moved into the demanding arms. She hadn't even heard anyone enter, but here he was, whoever he might be, kissing her. Marily lifted her hands to his head, felt the nape of his neck, and knew that it was beyond doubt, Peter. She was so grateful she could have cried all over again, but she didn't. She drew him down upon her and kissed him with all the burning passion that was in her.

Fred had entered the same bedroom, worry crowding his mind about his wife, wondering what she would be thinking, if she were fighting off some strange man, horrified with the thought of what he was doing to her. He had settled within himself the probability that she would leave him, would divorce him publicly, could visualize himself being called before his boss and fired on the spot, but there was nothing he could do about it. Anna was too powerful for him, too much a part of him and his unknown desire for him to care. He had worried about Hans and had been more than shocked when Anna told him that Hans knew and approved of what she was doing.

At first he had simply refused to believe it, then tonight meeting Hans and liking him instantly, he knew that she had been telling the truth, that somehow they were close to each other as man and wife in a way that he and Marily were not because of this. He trembled, moving toward the bed and the woman he knew would be there. She had promised. He lowered himself into the large bed, reached for and found his desire, Anna. He kissed her, passionately on the mouth, his hands explored again, in wonder, her now familiar body; all thoughts of Marily fled his mind.

Peter's long, hot kiss spun Marily's mind. The worry about Fred, what he would think of her and what he might do to her when he found out about her past week-end, dissolved like a lump of sugar in hot coffee as soon as she had drawn all of Peter's delightful tongue into her mouth. He was laying in his favorite position, his hips flat on the bed, his arms across her, his hands on her breasts, and his mouth on hers. Her arms flew about his, she rubbed his leg with her foot, feeling every individual hair that grew there, and sucked at his tongue and moved her lips against his. Her hands played over and down his back, to the small of it, and she playfully pulled on the short hair that she felt there. Peter bit her in return, and laughed into her mouth with his own, then squeezed her breast so hard that she would have cried out had she been able to do so.

He withdrew his mouth from her, put it on her breasts, bit softly at the nipple, caused it to spring into hardness instantly, and put his hand between her legs, his fingers exploring until they were on the lips of her cunt, then he jabbed into her, causing pain to shoot from her soft cuntal slit up to her stomach and into the tips of her breasts. She didn't mind. She reminded herself that he had come at her in brutality, had literally raped her, and she had forgiven him for that. Then, she decided that in her strange mood of the evening that she would rape him, would make him feel as he had made her feel that first time. She felt like laughing inside, deep down, at her own deviousness.

She moved her hips backwards, ridding herself of his finger in her cunt, and made him turn over on his back, then she got on top of him, made sure that his soft, hardening prick was laying on his stomach, put her cunt on top of it, on the underside actually because the top was laying along his stomach, to his large muscled arms and folded them behind his head and held them there at the elbows with her hands, then put her mouth on his.

She bit his lips. He shook his head trying to escape her sharp teeth, but she bore down, then shoved her tongue into his mouth. He bit her tongue, causing it to hurt like hell, so she withdrew it immediately and bit him on the neck, causing him to squirm under her. His prick hardened suddenly and Marily tightened her legs around his back, knowing that her hot little slit was causing the throbbing there. She raised herself slightly, moved her breasts across his face, then lifted them out of range of his seeking mouth, laughed softly and then kissed him, probing deep into his large mouth with her tongue.

Peter tried to release his arms, but Marily would not permit that. She put all her weight on his elbows and he stopped resisting. She moved her firm breasts across his face, brushed his lips with their hard nipples, and ground her pelvis down onto his stomach, knowing that the inner softness of her barely touching his hardened cock would drive him out of his mind. Peter shoved his hips upwards, enjoying the feel of her hot wetness on his prick, but Marily would not let it move. She let him take her breast in his mouth, pushed herself forward so that she filled his mouth with it, felt his tongue probe the nipple, his teeth clamp down on her. She pulled up abruptly, her own need on the verge of overpowering her, and teased him with both her breasts, then leaned over him, bit his nipples just as he had done hers.

Marily raised her hips, felt his rock hard prick spring up, worked her vagina into position over it, then eased herself down so that the head of his prick was just barely in the prime opening of her cunt. Peter tried to force himself up and further into her, but she would have none of that. Every time he pushed up, she lifted herself away from him. Then, in her own time and her own manner, she gradually slipped down on him, knowing that her hot pussy was driving him insane with desire. She continued slowly, using her new-found muscled walled vagina, and took all of his huge hardness inside her. She rested with that big wedge inside her, would not let him move his hips, having her legs firmly wrapped around him, until she was ready, until she had had enough of teasing him, then she moved her cunt up and down his long prick. She felt herself moving rapidly toward need of fulfillment, so she released his hands from behind his head and placed them on her hips.

They gripped her there, strongly, mashing into her soft flesh, and she moved up and down with ever increasing motion, then ground down on that hot spear, enjoyed the throbbing head of it deep inside her, then bucked onto it, her movements shifting into a frenzied gyration, and took it to the top of her and held him there until she came, until the warmth flowed out of her, around him, against the soft rubbery head. Peter tried frantically to move under her, to buck his prick into her, to satisfy his own screaming need, but she locked her legs tightly about him and prevented any movement on his part.

Peter realized what she had done to him, that she had raped him just as he had done her, and he felt like laughing. It served him right, he guessed, but that was another time, another place. Now he found himself gripped into her tight, hot cunt and his balls tight and needing to cum and she wouldn't let him, wouldn't continue with the movement that would bring him release. He slowly tensed his muscles, dug his heels into the bed, and in one quick movement flipped her over and reversed their positions so that he was on top of her.

Marily was surprised. She had been torturing him, had kept his hot, hard cock trapped within her, refusing to give him his pleasure, then suddenly she was under him and he was ramming into her, plunging wildly, grinding and pushing deep into her. She wanted to gain back her former position, had indeed started to, when her body betrayed her, catching fire and wanting and having the flames deep inside her burst into maddening fire. She relented, met his every movement with her own, slammed her vaginal lips to the very root of his hard pistoning cock and sucked him into her when he ground deep, and then it was there for her again, and him at the same time. They were one and frantic with each other, he trying to get inside her completely and she trying to take him, until they both felt the ultimate release, he spewing holy into her, she releasing her own fluid to meet his, the continued pounding and plunging until they were both spent, satisfied, she for the second time, then she drew him into her arms, and rested under him. She felt that she had managed to rape him and that he damn well knew he had been taken. She felt truly gratified at her conquest and a feeling of all encompassing warmth rippled through her.