Apples For My Neighbour

If you've read from the start of this series, you'll know that neighbours Jenny and Bob had started their voracious sex life together after Jenny had asked Bob to help her get some apples down from the tree. If you haven't read those episodes, start back at Chapter 1 and give them nice high ratings if you like them!

Out of the blue, Jen received a visit from long-lost old flame Kirsty, and after a morning renewing their acquaintance, Jen tells her friend about Bob, and Kirsty says she has an idea...

Kirsty and I spent the rest of the day in the countryside, walking and holding hands, happy as anything, and catching up on so much stuff. It was hard to face the fact that she was only staying a few days. Everything seemed so light, I wanted to imagine we had a future together, but I pushed that idea from my mind as much as I could. There were so many complications.

Walking through the woods, we were sure no-one was about. She pinned me to a tree and we kissed with all the pent up energy we'd been storing since we'd left the car. I was getting very wet, and when I felt her hand dip underneath and up my skirt, I knew what was to come. She was caressing my thighs with a rhythm that set my heart racing. Then she pushed my knickers to one side and slipped a finger inside me. She knew just how to get me going.

"Please," I said between kisses, "don't stop."

She carried on, stimulating my inner flesh while holding her thumb upwards to stroke my clit at the same time. Soon I was beginning to moan and whimper as she took me to the limit. I didn't dare cry out loud, but she knew from the way my body convulsed I was cumming. She took her hand away, and we gave ourselves space to breathe.

I suddenly thought I heard someone, a breaking twig or something. But there was no-one there and we laughed.

"I would love to be on top of you, feasting on your open pussy," I said.

"Why don't we both take our panties off just in case we get the chance?" she replied.

And so we did - stuffing them into a pocket or a bag. From then on it felt that every step was heightened and purposeful. I knew my nipples were poking through my t-shirt in anticipation. We soon found a low wooden fence with a meadow beyond. The grass was long and inviting.

We climbed over the fence and walked into the grass, far enough that no-one would see. Then she laid down and pulled me on top of her. We kissed with passion, and I started to undo the top buttons of her dress, revealing her luscious breasts. I slid my fingers inside her bra to flick her nipples, pushing the fabric back to take her in my mouth.

Then I worked my way down her body, undoing more buttons and covering her with kisses. I had to wriggle down to her ankles to undo the final buttons and part her dress completely. She managed to find me with her leg, rubbing steadily into my cunt.

Her mound was a joy to behold. Those long, dark, wavy lips, glistening with nectar, and her clit, already filling up above. I pushed my fingers inside and licked them hungrily. Then I followed with my tongue, tracing around the line of her crack, tasting and smelling her flow.

"Come up here," she said, " I want a taste too."

I knew what she meant. I hitched up my skirt and turned around so that we were in Sixty-Nine. Immediately, her tongue was inside me, and then running freely all around and over my clit. I focused on hers, running my outspread hands up and down her legs. I could feel her beginning to shake underneath me. I carried on my mission eagerly and soon she was moaning and writhing.

"Babe!" she cried, "I, ah, ah..." Her body stiffened then relaxed, then stiffened again several times as she came and came.

"That was so good!" she said. "It's given me a whole new take on the gentle English countryside."

"Is that a play on words?" I asked, smiling.

"It would be if I was Chaucer," she answered.

We got dressed and wandered back, discussing her idea of a plan with Bob. When we got back, I texted him.

"Hey Gorgeous, do you fancy coming over for an evening's relaxation?"

"Sounds fun..."

"I'll be waiting at the top of my stairs..."

Ten minutes later there was a soft knock, and Bob entered through the front door. We don't lock our doors much around here, but he flipped the thumb turn once he was inside. He was only wearing shorts and flip flops. He saw me sitting on the top step, my skirt pulled up to my waist, no knickers, and my legs splayed out.

"Oho..." he said, licking his lips. He climbed the stairs, stopping short of me to kiss my ankles. Then he moved up to suck at my calves. It was already almost too much for me. He stepped up further to attend to my inner thighs before slurping at my cunt. I touched my clit as he did so, but although I loved the feeling rising within me, I didn't want to cum straight away.

I pushed his head back, and said, "Follow me!"

I led him into my bedroom and, as we stood together, I slid down his body, taking his clothes with me. His cock was already taking shape. He undid my skirt, and I pulled off my t-shirt to reveal my bare breasts. His eyes widened as he stooped to kiss them.

"Lie down on the bed," I said. "Let me feed you."

He laid down on his back and I straddled him right over his shoulders so that my wet pussy was directly on his mouth and my body was blocking his view. As for me, although I was facing the wall, I could see back into the room because I have a wide mirror above my bed. Bob made love to me like a man starved.

As he did this, the wardrobe door opened, and Kirsty stepped out silently. She knelt down by the bed, and started kissing his feet and ankles. He obviously realised something was happening, but he couldn't quite place it. When she spread his legs and began kissing up them, as he'd done with me on the stairs, he knew there was someone else in the room.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.

"Something else is going on," he said.

"You just carry on with your job," I said. And he did.

Kirsty draped her tits over his thighs, letting him feel her hard nipples. Then she took hold of his cock. He was just as I knew she'd like him - half full, thick but not yet hard, head swelling but still mostly enclosed. She pushed him up to his belly, exposing his sinuous underside. Then she buried her nose in his balls breathing in deeply.

"Mmmm..." I heard her sigh, and I knew what was coming next. She sucked a man's balls like no-one else. First, she licked them all over, then she placed her lips, wide apart, on them, dragging her mouth across them. She moved up to his cock, starting to lick up the length. With every move she could feel him swell further.

Bob was dividing his attention between responding to Kirsty and eating me. His tongue was working at my crack, stimulating my labia like a miniature cock, and sucking in my flowing juices. I decided to help him get me higher by reaching down to touch myself. My clit was already highly sensitive and any touch sent powerful lines of energy through my body. I knew this was just the start of our evening. I wanted to get my first climax under my belt, but I wanted to time it right.

Kirsty pulled Bob's cock back upright and pumped him with her hand until his head was fully revealed, shiny and bursting. Then she licked his frenulum, and covered his bulb with her mouth. I knew her tongue would be sliding over him as she kept him between her lips, tasting his precum, using her hand to bring him higher, holding his base to keep him tight. He could hardly focus on all on me now. He was breathing fast and tension was all over his face. Meanwhile I kept myself on the brink. I half turned to Kirsty and said, "Now."

She took her mouth away from Bob's erect cock, scrambled up onto her haunches over him, held her pussy lips open, and slid down on his pole. Sometimes a little lube is invaluable! I heard a sharp intake of breath from Bob. He would have cum straight away but the shock, as we anticipated, was too great! Kirsty leaned forward onto my back and I felt her nicely sized, warm tits against me. She reached around me to cup my own breasts, sliding her hands up over my nipples. I knew this was going to be it. She started to rise and fall on Bob's cock. She was wriggling to grind herself as much as possible against him. I could feel him quaking underneath me as I rubbed my clit with a purpose. Kirsty's hands on my boobs were becoming slightly erratic. I knew I didn't have long. I could hear her moaning from behind me. Bob was groaning, trying to hold onto his load. I suddenly gave a yelp - I was tipping over the edge. She plunged down on him one more time, crying out, then up again.

"I can't stop!" he cried.

She plunged down again and screamed her orgasm, I cried out a sharply as I reached mine, and Bob shot his cum up inside her, over and over.

We collapsed in a heap of breathlessness. Kirsty lay back and allowed Bob's cum to leak out of her. I crawled across to lap it out of her exhausted cunt, trying to avoid the lube which I've always had a strong aversion to. Then I turned back to Bob, his fluid still in my mouth, and kissed him fervently. I pulled away again and leaned on my side.

"Bob - meet my old friend, Kirsty. She's just here to stay for a day or two." I threw her a hand towel to wipe herself clean with.

"Pleased to meet you," said Bob in a slightly goofy way.

"Very pleased to meet you," purred Kirsty. She could turn it on when she wanted to. "And your delicious cock, I must say."

"Is he okay, is he?" said Bob.

"Oh, more than "okay". You should be proud of your chunky meat, Bob. I can't wait to sample him again. But, tell me Bob, what do you think of your gorgeous neighbour, Jen?"

"She's, she's amazing," Bob stuttered.

"Oh, you can do better than that. Look at me and tell me about her tits and her cunt. I want to make love with her later, so get me excited."

Bob swallowed, and keeping his eyes fully on Kirsty, he said, "Her tits are large and round, not too big; they always feel soft and natural - I'm sure they are all hers; I love to see and feel them; her nipples are responsive..."

"And down below?"

"Her pussy..."

"Cunt - let's be direct about it."

"Her cunt is like heaven. She gets wet easily, she always seems to be flowing like a river. Her lips are long and succulent, her bud is a delight to lap, and her smell - I could get drunk on that."

"Could you now? You'd better get cleaned up in the bathroom - wash all that lube off you and come back refreshed, don't you think?"

"Sure, I mean, yes, of course," said Bob, all abashed again.

She gave him her feline smile, which always worked wonders. "See you soon." she said. As he went off she turned to me and said, "Now, let's get busy babe."

She lounged back and placed a pillow under her bum, bent her legs and opened them like scissors.

"Make me happy again, Sister."

I knelt down in the gap, with my bum sticking up, and started to peck at the skin on her inner thighs, making my way towards the centre of her valley. I penetrated her with my tongue, kissing her labia, tasting her juices that were seeping through. Then I focused on her clit.

From the corner of my eye I saw Bob come back in the room.

"Bob," said Kirsty, "Look, Jenny's all ready for you. I hope you can help her out. I'm just going to lie back here while she brings me off."

Bob was completely under her spell. He saw my bum sticking up, and he came behind me, embracing me, rubbing his cheeks over my lower back, and then down over my bum. I felt his hand slide between my legs, sawing into the line of my crack. Then his fingers were inside me. It felt so different from behind - more direct.

I continued lapping and sucking on Kirsty, knowing that she would take her time. For Kirsty, timing was everything. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. Then I suckled on her. Then I moved to a rhythm. She started lifting her hips up and down to encourage me.

I could feel Bob's cock on my bum cheeks, getting harder. I wanted him inside, but not anal. He rubbed himself on me and I became wet just feeling him grow longer. He paused for a moment - he had to work himself hard.

"Bob, bring that to me," said Kirsty. She was incorrigible. "Come here and let me help. Feed my mouth."

Bob climbed on the bed, and positioned himself in front of her. I missed him behind me, but I carried on eating Kirsty. She took hold of his cock, and held him right in front of her face, sliding him in between her lips and sucking on him, pumping him up until he was full length and hard as anything again, covered in her saliva. She pulled him out.

"Now you can take your neighbour from behind," she said.

Bob needed no further instruction. He slid back down and stood behind me. Now the feeling of his hard cock, ready against my bum was a different matter. My pussy was suddenly sopping wet. I reached back and parted my labia and he pushed into me. It was gorgeous being gradually split in two by his thick shaft. Bit by bit, he pushed in deeper.

Kirsty began to focus on her own climax now. I was glad, because my tongue and my neck were getting quite tired. Fortunately I also now had the welcome distraction from behind.

As Bob slid in and out of me, I tried to clench my walls around him. I didn't always cum from penetration, but with Bob, it was different. He had that way of reaching all my inner spots and rubbing them with his cock, making the most of his girth, his length, and that special bend in the middle.

Then he started that corkscrew motion that set my outside on fire. I had to reach back and stroke my clit, while I continued lapping at Kirsty's. Somehow, the feeling of lapping one clit while feeling my own was doubly stimulating - especially while being fucked by Bob.

I could feel myself rising up again and lapped harder at Kirsty's cunt. She started to moan, and tossing and turning from side to side. I knew the sound had an effect on Bob, as it did on me, for he started thrusting deeper and more purposefully. I pushed back onto him, panting, but my mouth was full.

Kirsty reached down and held my head into her. Her breathing was ragged. She was groaning loudly, when suddenly she flew over the edge in a series of convulsions. I continued licking her as Bob thrust into me faster and faster, and then I started cumming too. Now I could take my mouth off her to scream into her open legs. I felt Bob too pulsing inside me, pumping his hot jets into me.

He slipped out and I rolled off Kirsty. He flopped on the bed and we started giggling - all of us. We couldn't stop.

Kirsty said, "What shall we do next?"