The Insatiable Neighbor Pt 03

While Charly, my best friend, looked at me questioningly from the side, my eyes followed the naked Herta, who was walking in front of us with swaying steps towards the bath, her buttocks vibrating appetizingly. "What's it going to be now?" the long wretch asked me quietly and I grinned: "Let yourself be surprised!"

He had come to us that evening to find comfort. His girlfriend had left him and Herta, my neighbor and lover for a few weeks, had decided to take his mind off things with a good fuck. That hadn't been difficult for her, the horny slut anyway, but when she saw how well-hung Charly was, she regretted her decision even less. First she let him lick her by every trick in the book and then he impaled her with his long instrument so that she had several orgasms in a row. After we had fucked her in both orifices together, we wanted to take a shower and lie down, as it was long after midnight.

But I knew her well enough to know that there was another highlight waiting for us before that - her favorite fetish.

To this end, she lay down in the circular mega bathtub, which was lined with a perforated plastic mat.

"Come on, sit on the edge - yes, you here," she directed Charly to the edge of the tub at stomach height, where he sat down, 'and you opposite, darling!', meaning me.

She lay stretched out in the tub, her legs slightly apart so that we had a wonderful view of her wet pussy, from which Charly's sperm was slowly oozing, which he had chased into her pussy a few minutes earlier. She rubbed it in with one hand and then commanded: "Go on, piss on me, anywhere you want!"

Charly's ears went red and he wanted to say something, but I shook my head: "Do what she says and shut up!"

I took my half-stiff cock in my hand, aimed it at her pussy and just let it go. The jet hit exactly and slowly, with circular movements I sprayed her lap, stomach and finally her tits. She rubbed the champagne on her skin with her hands, the nipples rose hard and long and Charly took heart, grabbed the long cock, which had already become hard again, and started to pee too. Herta moaned as his jet hit her private parts and gasped: "Yes, oh, that's nice - come on, in my face, I want to taste you!"

She opened her beak wide and received our fountains, gargled with the juice, swallowed it or let it run out of the corners of her mouth onto her tits and when the source dried up - me first - she sat up and put first my and then Charly's cock in her mouth and got the last drops out of our urethras.

Then she lay back and commanded: "Now jerk off your cocks, squirt all over me and watch me pee!"

While we were masturbating like two adolescents, her pussy suddenly erupted with the bubbles I was already familiar with. She had also built up so much pressure that the jet first squirted up onto her stomach. Then she directed it down onto her thighs with a targeted grip and rubbed her pussy with her other hand, moaning and panting louder and louder: "Squirt boys, I want to come with you, come on, step on the gas, I want to feel your seed on my skin!

I was the first and the lumps flew onto my tits and freckle-covered cleavage. She let go of her pussy, the last drops seeping onto the mat between her legs, and rubbed the cum into her skin as if it were lotion. As soon as I had finished, it was Charly's turn to pump a load from his long pipe directly onto her crack. That gave her the rest and she came, moaning, pressing a hand between her twitching thighs and squirming in the bath full of lust and horniness. It was an amazing sight and I could see in Charly's eyes that he had never experienced anything like it.

Herta finally got up and we joined her in the shower, where we washed each other and she naturally devoted herself mainly to our cocks and balls.

When the three of us were lying in bed - she in the middle, of course, with our hands on her pussy and tits - she said: "That was a great evening. So, Charly, if you feel like it, you're welcome to visit us more often, I love playing with two cocks!"

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Of course, he couldn't escape so easily the next morning. Herta hadn't had enough, of course, which didn't surprise me. We gave it to her again in both holes, this time with her sitting on me, his cock deep in her butt hole, and Charly fucking her from the front with his long trunk.

She milked us both, swallowed two mega loads and then licked her lips. "My God, how I love that, egg white in the morning banishes sorrow and worry!"

Charly wouldn't have been Charly if he hadn't known when it was time to go. After breakfast, which we ate in bed, I walked him to the door and before he left, he hugged me: "Hey, Gerhard, you're really not angry with me now, are you?"

I hugged him back: "You camel, of course not. Herta was serious too - anytime again, I enjoyed it too!"

"And me too!" he said with a grin and stalked off, the long misery. In any case, we were able to dispel his gloomy thoughts and Herta was quite right when she said: "What a cow Rita must be to leave such a nice guy! Besides, he has a fantastic cock!"

She welcomed me to the bed with her legs spread and added with a giggle: "It's even longer than yours!"

I shrugged my shoulders: "So what? I don't need a cock to drive you crazy! Do you want me to prove it to you?"

Her eyes began to light up expectantly and she nodded eagerly, "Yes, go on, I want to see that!" and then, after a short pause, "But don't be offended now, I love your cock! You know that, right?"

I nodded and played the pouty one: "Yes, yes, even if it's too short for you! But that doesn't matter anyway with what's coming next.

Before she could say anything, I knelt at the bottom of the bed and grabbed her right foot, took it by the heel and lifted it up until I could kiss her instep.

"Hey, what are you up to?"

I laughed: "I think it's about time you got to know my fetish too, sweetheart!"

It had never happened in the last few weeks, probably because Herta usually set the tone. That's why she was so surprised that I was only now revealing what my preference was.

When I kissed the tips of her toes and then licked into the spaces between them with my tongue, she shuddered and moaned: "My God, you lunatic, that's beautiful! Yes, keep licking, go on, drive me crazy!"

As I took one after the other into my mouth and sucked on it, she started to work her pussy, first with one, then two fingers. The tongue stuck out wide on the sole of her foot elicited sharp cries from her. She didn't know whether to laugh or moan and finally she shrieked: "I'm coming, come on, suck it again, it's so hot!"

That was the signal for me: I grabbed her foot just behind her toes and shoved all five of them deep down my throat at the same time, salivated and sucked on them until she couldn't take it any longer, pulled her bottom off the sheet, flailed her arms around and pushed her leg outstretched towards me. She came so intensely that her pussy juice gushed out of her crack - so much so that for a moment I thought she had wet herself with lust.

But I didn't let myself be disturbed, kissed her toes one by one again, licked off the spit and reached for my second foot, with which I played the same game. I worked on her until she let another wild orgasm roll over her, panting and with her eyes wide open.

Finally she lay in front of me, panting, her cunt wet and her legs spread wide: "You're crazy, why did you wait so long, it's even hotter than peeing. You always have to do that to me now. Oh my God, Gerhard, come here, I love you!"

I threw myself on top of her and for the next 20 minutes we cuddled, kissed and stroked each other and just held each other tight.

Of course, our spirits stirred again, especially mine. She noticed the hard rod digging into her belly and smiled: "How do you want me, my darling?"

I kissed her on the tip of her nose, "Just like that, come and get it!"

I lifted my pelvis a little, she grinned and grabbed the hard cock and brought it to the entrance of her love cave.

"Push, come on, give it to me and be gentle, I need it now!"

And that's exactly what I wanted. After all the fucking and the wild games, I just wanted to fuck slowly and leisurely.

She wrapped her slender legs around me and then I impaled her, penetrated her deeply, stayed inside her for a long time and finally fucked her with deep thrusts. We kept taking breaks, just to feel and enjoy each other, and finally, after what felt like 30 minutes, we came together in a wonderful, intimate climax. I poured myself into her and she wet my thighs with her juice and so we just lay there.

We spent the rest of the Sunday in the garden, barbecued and had lots of fun, even without sex.

It wasn't until the evening that I fucked her again, really hard, from behind and after our bathroom ritual we fell asleep exhausted and happy.

*******

It must have been about two weeks since the night with Charly when Herta came home one Friday, beaming with joy. I had been waiting for her in the garden, wearing only shorts because the evening was wonderfully warm.

She came rushing onto the veranda, hugged me, rubbed her pelvis against the bump that had formed as soon as I saw her, in her tight skirt and with her long, slender legs in her high heels.

After a long kiss, she plopped down on the bench and started talking with a grin: "Darling, imagine we're having visitors tomorrow!"

I didn't yet know whether the news was really that good, because I had developed something of a phobia of other people recently. Especially those who disturbed our togetherness at weekends and prevented us from having sex when we wanted.

So I kept my composure: "Who's coming that you're so excited?"

"Mia's coming!"

"Who is Mia, please?"

"She's my ex's sister and a real sweetheart. We were best friends and I got to know him through her. Unfortunately, he was different to her and so we split up. She's been living in the States for years and is visiting her mother in Würzburg. She's coming for the weekend, you'll like her and believe me," and she put a hand on my knee, "and not only that, you'll love her. She's a knockout and she's beautiful, she's not hungry like me. She's got such tits!" She showed me balls with both hands that resembled medicine balls, "and a tight ass, mine is ridiculous in comparison!"

"Oh Herta, what's the point, I've got you!"

"Let yourself be surprised, Gerhard, you'll see!" - she said with a strange undertone, as if there was more to it than just a visit from a friend. Her eyes also showed the familiar glow that only appeared when she got wet between her taut thighs.

"Wow!", I thought, "what could this be?"

But that was as far as I got - Herta had obviously been turned on by the prospect of her friend's visit, for whatever reason, and she pulled me over to her on the bench: "What is it, my darling? What do you think about a quickie?"

I laughed: "What's wrong with you and what's with this Mia?"

"Nothing, I'm just horny when I see you like this, half naked. Come on, let's go inside, I want to feel you inside me right now!"

She jumped up, ran ahead of me into the living room, bent over the couch, pulled up her skirt and presented me with her hot ass. Her cheeks were divided most appetizingly by the narrow ribbon of a lace thong, which disappeared into the deep crack at the base of her bottom.

I stepped behind her, took her cock out of her pants with one hand and pushed the ribbon aside with the other. Her pussy was already in front of me, shiny and wet. I tasted it with two fingers - sure enough, she was soaking wet.

"Yes," she moaned, "yes, come and fuck me. My God, I'm horny!"

So I brought the glans to the entrance of her steaming cunt, parted the bulging labia with it and thrust.

The reaction was a shrill scream and then a wild fuck began. I grabbed her by the hips, she pushed herself towards me, pressed her ass against my pelvis and I rammed my cock into her hole as far as it would go.

I fucked her harder and harder, thrusting fast and deep. Our thighs slapped against each other and she clawed her hands into a sofa cushion, moaned and groaned and cheered me on: "Yes, Gerhard, oh, you're so big, yes, fuck me, do it to me, it's coming, cum in my pussy yes, come on, come on, at the same time!"

When I felt her sweat-covered thighs start to tremble and her pussy tighten around my cock, I let my excitement run wild and let my cum thunder into her pussy.

She acknowledged each fountain with a sharp cry and squirmed in front of me so that I could only hold her with difficulty. She kept convulsing violently and her moans only gradually subsided. Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her slit and she straightened up with a groan and turned around.

Smiling, she hugged me and said quietly: "Wow, I really needed that now!"

I seized the opportunity: "Is it Mia's fault?"

Lost in thought, she wiped a drop of cum from the inside of her right thigh with her index finger, licked the finger with relish and stared at me thoughtfully - an incredibly horny sight.

Then she grinned: "Yes, but don't be so curious!"

Now I didn't let up, because an exciting thought had taken root in my brain and was about to turn into a hot head movie: "But don't tell me you did it with her?"

She pressed herself against me again and rubbed her bare knee against my crotch: "Would that be so bad? I bet you'll understand me once you've seen her. She's an incredible hottie!"

I kissed her and laughed: "It almost sounds funny coming from you!"

She looked at me blankly: "Why?"

"Well, because there couldn't be a hotter sweeper than you!"

"Really?" She beamed at me, grabbed my soft cock and whispered: "Then come with me and prove it to me!"

I grabbed her under the butt and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder: "Yes, there was a time when we were a couple, Mia and I, but only for a short time. Afterwards we had our husbands, but sometimes it got the better of us and we fucked all night long!"

"Wow, now I'm really curious. Is she married?"

Herta shook her head: "No, not anymore either, but believe me, that wouldn't be an obstacle. If she's hot, then she knows no morals!"

*******

Herta drove straight from work to the station to pick Mia up and I waited at home while I made myself useful and got ready for dinner.

"You know what?" my practical darling had said, "Let's have a cold dinner tonight. We'll have time to chat and someone won't have to keep running into the kitchen. Let's have a nice meal in the garden, a few salads and ham. I'll buy some cheese on the way and that'll be the end of it!"

I was happy about that too, because I could help out - cooking wasn't really my thing, but cutting sausage and ham and arranging bread and cheese, even I could do that.

I eagerly opened the door when I heard Herta's car in the driveway and looked at the two of them, who couldn't have been more different at first glance.

Mia, with short black hair, jeans and a yellow T-shirt, was a head shorter than Herta and much chubbier, more womanly than her.

Her tits didn't quite match Herta's description, but they were still very attractive and formed a huge protuberance under the tight polo. Her protruding hips, firm thighs and knobbly toes in flat sandals completed the picture of a great woman who was not stingy with her charms and seemed to be aware of them. She approached me with a smile: "Hello," she said with an outstretched hand, "I'm Mia and you must be this wonder boy she's been raving about," pointing backwards with her thumb, "all the time!"

I grinned a little sheepishly and Herta blinked at me a little shyly - she was obviously a little uncomfortable. Mia put a hand on the back of my neck, soft and warm, and stood on tiptoe. I leaned towards her and she kissed me hello, right on the lips. Her full lips felt velvety and a little moist, incredibly sensual. I almost had to force myself to pull away and felt how this brief touch was enough to make my cock hard.

I gently pulled myself away: "Come to the back of the house, everything is ready!"

Mia laughed: "Apparently you really are a dream man, not only do you look good, but you're also a homebody! Just wait a moment, I just want to wash my hands and put my luggage away. Where can I go?"

"I'll show you," said Herta and winked at me, "we'll be right back, darling. Open yourself a beer now!"

Laughing, the two of them disappeared up the stairs. Mia would stay in the guest room, but would of course use Herta's bathroom.

I sat down comfortably at the laid table and took a big swig from the beer glass. Soon after, another and another and by the time the two of them appeared, the bottle was empty.

Herta's eyes were shining and I could tell from her flushed cheeks that she must have had a bit of a reunion. Mia also seemed a little upset and her hair was a little messed up.

"Sorry darling, but we've been chatting away!"

I grinned suggestively, but just said: "No problem!"

Herta knew that I had figured her out anyway and smiled happily as she sat down next to me, put a hand on my knee and said: "It's all right, darling!"

I didn't go into any more detail, poured wine and beer, and a pleasant evening began, during which it emerged that Mia had broken camp in the States and wanted to return to Germany for good.

"My mother is no longer the youngest, I want to be near her and besides, there's nothing keeping me there anymore. My marriage has gone to the dogs" - she made a sad face for a moment - "so I can be alone here too, I don't have to go to America!"

"Oh, that's garbage, you'll find a man in no time at all with the way you look, won't you, Gerhard!"

I nodded: "Of course, you're a beautiful woman!"

"Oh, thank you! That's nice to hear. The compliments get rarer once you're over 40!"

"Yes, because the guys are stupid," Herta continued, "they chase after some young thing who they first have to teach everything we've known for a long time!"

"Oh yes, but youth also has its charm. Gerhard would probably also like to stick his bum in a tight little box like that, wouldn't he?"

Apparently the alcohol had loosened her tongue, at least her language surprised me a little, but then I thought: "Well, we're just between us and if she's Herta's best friend, I don't need to mince my words!"

So I replied: "Oh you know, I think there's a time for everything. As a young lad, I used to shag young girls. I don't need to do that anymore. I enjoy the fact that Herta is a mature woman!"

"Yes, but with a nimble tongue, still, I've noticed!" she replied, licking her lips.

I stared at Herta with mock reproach and she responded: "No, Gerhard, not what you think. We were just kissing!"

Mia nodded eagerly: "Yes, really, just kissing. But we also did other things. I already know that Herta likes to pee, but what kind of fetish do you have? Don't you have one?"

I nodded: "Yes, and you?"

"Ha, ha, I'm a fetish. Once you've fucked me, you can't stop. Ask Herta, she knows that!"

I would have preferred to ask why she was without a man, but that would have been rude, so I laughed and probed further: "Oh, come on, you must like something in particular. What really turns you on?"

Now Herta started to laugh out loud and we both looked at her curiously: "What's going on?" I asked and she could hardly contain herself: "Ha, ha, you have..., ha, ha, you both have the same fetish!" and to Mia, "He licks my toes fantastically, just incredible!"

Mia's expression changed abruptly and her dark eyes flashed: "Really? Wow! Too bad I didn't meet you before Herta - because I do this actively and passively!"

Now it was my turn to go wide-eyed and I felt goose bumps on my forearms and a shiver run down my spine. It almost went without saying that my cock was getting hard. Herta grinned suggestively: "Oh, you know, Mia, I'm not petty about it. Gerhard didn't mind sharing me with a man - even with his best friend, by the way. Why should I object if you want to try him out? My bed is big enough for three!"