More Than Just Being Neighbourly - Sex Stories

More Than Just Being Neighbourly

... cease.

She is on show, naked to his sight, and she surrenders completely to his fingers and tongue. Tom knows where he has already brought her, words of concern spoken out every time he calls by to help her, now replaced by the caresses of a lustful young man desiring her body.

“Love me…make love to me!” she calls out, her hands gripping his head in a failing attempt to pull him closer so that she can kiss him and use words of encouragement to have him take her, not plague her with all these wonderful preambles.

“Let me delight in you first,” he kisses as she is coaxed to shuffle up the bed. She reaches out to drag the pillows away before his hands drag on her legs and she is drawn up and feels his penis tip slide over her pussy’s lips. She gasps as he lifts her to him and he slowly glides into her. She’s crushed against him lifts her face as he breathes warm kisses to her throat and she bucks her hips, feels with every movement his deeper penetration.

His restraint winds her up. She enjoys this first act of his possession of her body but she wants so much more and she moves on him, leans away until she lies back on the bed, and draws him down. She wants him. He teases her with his restrained ways, the slow plumbing movements of his penis inside her as he thrusts and rocks his body against her, his pubic hair brushing her sex, his restrained carnality too much to bear.

“I want to do it and with you! Please, find me…love me!”

His penis began to throb as she ...

... worked it, clamped her muscles tightly around it, at the base, and slowly eased her grip as he withdrew, then dipped back in. His balls tapped rhythmically against her hard buttocks, there was no surplus fat to be felt there, and he began to groan out of pleasure and in the knowledge that he could not hold back for long. Her slicked heat, how she moved with him and had taken him so deeply, was becoming too much to bear.

“Is it as you want?”

“Yes…yes! Go on!” she gasps, knowing that she would do anything for him, and with Tom after she had been satisfied and the drought ended. She would have shared in it all.

He takes her quickly, thrusts into her body, and slams against Marion’s hips, her hands and fingers clawing at his back, holding his head as she gasps in pleasure, or trails them down over his body and pulls on his buttocks to keep him at it, bumping and driving into her, their shared breaths those of lovers with an end to their coupling now in sight.

“Go on darling…go on Tom!” she yelps, squirming underneath him, all control over what is happening utterly gone. Just like her, Tom wants to live it out and make a new start.

She instinctively lifts her hips off the bed to meet his tamping rhythm and swivels her hips as best as she can to prolong the pleasure. She remains surprised by his ardent loving of her, by how hard he was. She hadn’t been with any other man for so long and the sensations Tom brings to her are overwhelming.

“We’ve found each other, ...