More Than Just Being Neighbourly - Sex Stories

More Than Just Being Neighbourly

... Marion…you…you darling woman!”

Her loss of control, the rise to the peak of her pleasure provoked her to call out to him to continue. She sees the hunger in his eyes and hears the sharp intake of his breaths and then…and then the deep dip of his hips and long thrust of his penis into her as he erupts, their control of each other declared by a flurry of kisses and the vise-like clamp of her arms and legs to his body.

“I’m…I’m not dreaming, am I?” she screeches and meets his wild-eyed stare. Tom has yet to come down from the peak of pleasure, in body and mind, that she has brought to him and the wracking effect of his orgasm.

“Did that hurt?” she is provoked into asking.

“Yeah, but in the best possible ways.”

The frenzied tempo slowed and Tom was surprised that Marion had the energy to continue. She coaxed him to roll over and she straddled him, leaning forward to kiss him, and then leaned back, on outstretched arms, and rode him with flagging but determined, enthusiasm.

“I’ve got nothing left to give you,” he told her, his breaths sharp as Marion worked his length.

“Just let me feel you in me…so deep in me, still! You’ve made one old woman very happy and tired.”

“You’re wasting a young man with your ways!”

Tom was dismayed at the effect her actions and words had on him. He felt hard and there arose a new ache of longing for her, how she rode his cock, bounced and squirmed as she seemed to draw on every reserve of energy in pursuit of another, and ...

... shared orgasm.

“And…and you’ve got me there!” Marion slumped down onto him, raising her arms as if reaching for support, and clamped his penis with her pussy’s pulsing muscles as she called out for a last time. "Come in me Tom, you darling fill me again with your hot seed!"

Finally, and fully spent, she rolled off him but sought his embrace, caressed his body in long slow sweeps of one hand until she cupped his sac, trailing her nails over his flaccid length that was slicked with her juices and his cum.

“Whatever will we do the next time?” he murmured drowsily.

“That’s up to you, Tom, darling, but I hope that we can come to some arrangement that means you don’t feel closed in by me. People will talk if they see us together again…more and more.”

“It’s what I want…want to try at least,” he said as she moved to ease out of his embrace and knelt beside him. “There’s a passionate heart beating inside you, and I want to know of it, over and over again. I’ve missed the company, the warmth of someone else, and this of course…what we have done.”

“Come on, we can talk some more later.” Marion eased away on a slow and tender caress to his body. She could feel his cum running down her legs now and it was too much for her pussy to contain. One hand cupped her mound as she walked away and to the bathroom. “What a mess, we’ve made, Tom!”

Marion smiled as she looked at him and they laughed, knowing that this mess was such a small price to pay for such a wonderful evening ...