The Insatiable Neighbor Pt. 01

She can not get enough

With every piece of furniture that we heaved out of the van, with every box and every bag that we lugged into my new home, with every drop of sweat, my anger at Klara grew. I had actually thought that I had already gotten over it, but when I stood in front of the chaos, in front of this demolition of my life, thrown together and without any order, it all came up again.

I would have loved to have doused all the junk with gasoline and set it on fire and then jumped into the conflagration with a big hello to escape this disaster. Actually it was only Charly, my friend from youth days and constant companion by all my valleys of tears to owe that I did not convert the idea and yes, the circumstance that no gasoline was in the house.

Karla had been my great love. I had courted her for years, had watched her give her favors to others on a daily basis, and had not given up. We were colleagues, both accountants in a large corporate headquarters, working table to table, and only when she had more or less gone through all those who roughly fit in age and wore pants, did she take pity on me.

It was a freezing cold winter day when she was desperately trying to start her sleek red Golf after work and I was just pulling into the parking lot.

"What's the matter, won't it start?"

"No, see!"

"Well, leave it then, I'll take you home. Tomorrow morning you can call ADAC and have them look at it. Turn everything off and come!"

She looked at me doubtfully for a moment, but then I apparently seemed like the least of her evils, and she swung her black stockinged, toned, and plump calves out the door.

My old Peugeot greeted us with a cheerful hum and I chauffeured her to her front door.

The divorce from her first husband had given her a nice home of her own. That was about five years ago. The marriage hadn't lasted long and the company rumor was that she had pretty much ripped him off, a well-to-do pediatrician. Although she had cheated on him, her lawyer, with the help of a sympathetic judge, turned the whole thing around so that her husband had to move out and she got the house, along with a substantial, one-time settlement. They had pleaded emotional cruelty and withdrawal of love on his part and made it look as if she had no choice but to seek emotional and sexual support elsewhere.

When we stopped in front of the neat little house, she looked at me from the side and something flashed briefly in her dark brown eyes that looked something like pity, perhaps coupled with curiosity. Anyway, she asked, "Would you like to come in for another cup of tea? If you want, I have some Bolognese in the fridge, I'll cook us some pasta?"

Of course I didn't say no and followed her into the house with a feeling of joyful excitement.

She led me into a comfortable eat-in kitchen and asked, "Maybe you'd prefer beer?" to which I happily replied in the affirmative. She placed the bottle and glass in front of me, retrieved a pot from the ice chest and placed it on the stove. Then she handed me a wooden cooking spoon, "There, stir every few minutes so nothing burns, I'll just put on something comfortable quickly."

I watched her as she left the kitchen with swaying hips, looked with pleasure at the thick buttocks that stretched under the fabric of the knee-length skirt and thought about how this magnificent ass would probably look naked. She was blessed with feminine attributes in the first place. Also her tits were phenomenal, at least one could guess that under the always a little too tight sweaters, T-shirts or blouses and some who had already had the pleasure, also did not keep behind the mountain with their experiences. So the rumor circulated that she had enormously thick and long nipples and allegedly a clit that looked like a small cock.

With these lewd thoughts I got a hard-on and almost forgot to stir. Thank God she came back after a few minutes and saved the Bolognese, but not me from further, almost unbearably horny head cinema. She had forced her massive legs into black leggings and wore a top, sleeveless and skin-tight. But what knocked the bottom out of the barrel - there was no bra to be seen far and wide. Her bust rippled so seductively under the thin fabric with every step that I would have loved to fall over her.

"If you want to freshen up - second floor, second door on the left!"

"Yes, please" - I urgently needed a load of cold water and hurried upstairs. But the fact that there I was immersed in the fragrant world of an exciting woman who hadn't found it necessary to put away her underwear, which had been hung up to dry, had me spinning right back into high gear. You didn't have to be a fetishist to get horny at the sight of tiny panties and voluminous lace bras. No idea if she did that on purpose or just forgot about it, but in any case I couldn't cool down at the sight. Also not in view of the many vials, tubes and jars and the almost transparent negligee that hung on the door.

Quickly I washed my hands and made that I came back before I put in another one of those horny thongs.

But there was no end to the agony. When I entered, she was standing by the stove, turned her back to me and I could take my time to look at that magnificent ass that almost burst the leggings at the hips.

I don't know what it was, but in any case I took heart, stepped behind her and placed my hands gently on her wide, fleshy hips. As I did so, I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "And what if we let the spaghetti wait a little longer?"

She pulled her head back until her cheek rubbed against mine, "What would you suggest instead?"

I sighed, "The thing I've wanted for years, only you don't seem to have noticed!"

"And what is that?"

I now let one hand slide over her butt, caressing the massive cheeks while I felt my way up to the tits with the other, "I want to make love to you, I want to be with you at all Karla, always!"

She escaped me, turned around and said with a smile, "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Well, you were always out with others!"

"Oh that - I always have an open ear for real men. Come on," she took me by the hand, "come with me!"

Fucking her was a dream - her body was pure temptation. Despite her forty years, everything was still super in shot. Sure, the tits had changed over time from balloons to bells, but with the large courts and really immensely long nipples they were a dream. Her ass was a delight and especially her fetish. She loved to be kissed, caressed and, yes, fucked there too. She was the first woman in my life that I was allowed to fuck in the ass and we celebrated this almost weekly for a few years. She always made a terrible fuss about pain and such, but that was part of the ritual, because as soon as I had penetrated her rosette, she went off like Schmidt's cat.

The rumors about her clit were also true. I had never seen a similar instrument - a good inch long and so sensitive that she came almost instantly when you sucked on it.

Karla was simply a sex bomb - she could come at any time of the day or night and she wanted to. It was wonderful and we had a perfect time. Actually six years, three months and nine days, because then George came into our lives. In other words, he became a new employee, was 10 years younger than us and with his arrival she went completely crazy. She adored him, she romanced him, completely unabashedly in front of my eyes, and it wasn't two months before I caught her in the coffee kitchen. She had laid over the countertop and he fucked her from behind, let the thighs bang against her ass and laughed stupidly when I tore open the door. That passed him by pretty quickly, though, because 10 seconds later he was lying on the floor with a black eye and a raised, wet cock that was glistening with Karla's pussy juice.

Yes, and that was my undoing. They both testified against me, accused me of the worst brutalities and finally forced me to make a deal. Divorce, no claim to the jointly acquired property and goodbye. If I hadn't agreed to that, I probably would have had a criminal record for assault. I couldn't afford that, I needed a new job, because I didn't want to work together with this cock-hungry bitch anymore.

Therefore, Charly and I sweated our souls out of the body, on this hot July day and then sat exhausted on the stairs of the already somewhat worn semi-detached house. The purchase had gone over so quickly that I didn't even know who lived in the other half. I had only been there once, met with the owner, looked at everything, found it acceptable and bought it. He was in a hurry to sell, he wanted to emigrate and urgently needed the money. That's why he was willing to negotiate and I managed to put up enough money so that we could do the deal.

The entrances were next to each other, there was a parking space in front of each one and the garden behind the house was divided by a low living fence. There was an ugly screen of yellow corrugated Plexiglas on the shared porch, and I planned to talk to the neighbors about solving that somehow differently at the first opportunity. At the moment, however, I was just exhausted and had an overwhelming desire for a beer.

Just as I was about to suggest to Charly that we go shopping, the door next to us opened and a woman appeared, holding a tray.

On it were two cans of beer, two glasses, and a giant plate of piled-up sandwiches.

"Hello, you two, I'm Herta, your neighbor. I thought a refreshment would be good for you".

I jumped up, "Oh, that's nice. Hello, Gerhard my name, Gerhard Pertl, I'm moving in here!"

She bent down, placed the tray next to Charly on the landing and held out her hand to me. Slender fingers encircled mine, painted dark blue, long, tapered nails, a butterfly tattooed on the back of her hand.

We smiled at each other and I saw a joyful glow in her green eyes that perfectly matched the long, flowing red curls that fell far over her shoulders. She might be around forty, was tall and willowy, flat chested, with a narrow waist but nice round hips. You couldn't say she was pretty. For that, her nose would have had to be shorter, her mouth less wide and her bust a bit more pronounced, but she did not seem unattractive and very likeable. Quite naturally, she sat down with us after I had introduced Charly to her.

"And when is the rest of the team coming?" she asked bluntly.

I shook my head: "There's no rest. I'm alone, a divorce victim, so to speak!"

She laughed, "Well, that makes two of us. I live alone too, kicked my husband out, he drank and gambled. The old song, unemployed and feeling sorry for himself, well, that's how life plays out. I've been alone for five years and honestly, I enjoy it! So don't worry, every pot finds its lid. I'm sure she's waiting for you somewhere too!"

With that, she stood up, "Well then, if you need anything, just ring the bell," and after a pause, "You can ring the bell if you don't need anything, just like that! But we'll see each other in the garden anyway, I'm a sun worshipper!"

Charly wiggled his narrow head, which looked so delicate on the thin neck that one was always afraid that he would fall to the ground at any moment: "My dear swan, you have to be careful!"

I looked at him from the side, "What do you mean?"

"Well, praying mantis do eat their males after they're done screwing!"

Laughing, I patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, I don't think she's alone. You heard what she said, every pot and all that. I'm sure she's got plenty of lids!"

"Yeah, I think so too, she's hot as a rat!"

"Oh come on, she's very nice. Come on, drink up, we still have a few boxes left!"

I put the tray in my messy kitchen and then followed Charly to the car.

*******

Two hours later he was gone, I sat on a vacated chair, gnawed on the last of my sandwiches, which had already dried out, and looked with a touch of despair at the mountain of boxes, the haphazardly standing furniture, and the hopeless mess. I would have liked to scream, but since one doesn't do that at thirty-eight years of age and as a civilized Central European, I grabbed the empty tray, washed it off in a makeshift manner, dried it with a tablecloth that lay on top in a laundry box, and rang my neighbor's front doorbell.

When nothing moved, I remembered that she had said yes, she wanted to go into the garden. The sun was already setting, but I tried my luck and stepped out onto the porch. Sure enough, covered with a large bath towel, she was lying on a lounger she had placed in the middle of the small lawn in search of the last rays of sunshine, reading a book.

"Hello, I'm returning the tray!"

"Oh, it could have waited. Wait a minute!"

She rose, gathered the shawl at the front of her chest, wrapped it tightly around her body, knotted it, and came to the hedge. Obviously she wasn't wearing a top - so I guess it really was true about the sun worshipper. That could become cheerful, if the good Herta lounged there naked in our garden. I was finally quite starved, had not had sex for months and was slowly ready for new adventures. In the time before and immediately after the divorce with the image of fucking Karla before my eyes, I had lost my appetite. But that had been over for a few weeks now and my spirits were slowly beginning to stir again. The only concession she had made to me - I was allowed to stay in the house until I found something new. She moved in with the unspeakable Georg during this time. I was moving as fast as I could anyway, but it had taken me two months to find the house. With work it was more difficult, there I had nothing yet.

I handed Herta the tray and she said, "If you're hungry, I've got goulash on the stove, you're welcome to come!"

"Thank you, but I don't want to intrude, surely you're expecting...?"

Shaking her head, she reassured me, "Nah, I'm solo at the moment, my last life stage partner decided that four months of life stage was enough!" She smiled a little painfully and I commented, "Well, if I don't eat anyone's goulash, I'll gladly accept. I'll just wash my hands."

"Take your time, I still have to get dressed. I hope you don't mind, but I like to bathe topless in the sun.

I stupidly couldn't help blushing, "No, of course not, in the...!", "On the contrary" I wanted to say, stifling myself, but she had understood anyway and laughed, "Don't get your hopes up too high, there's not much to see. I guess I forgot to yell 'here' at the titty distribution!"

Liberated, I laughed out, glad she was so easy-going. "Alright then, I'll take a quick shower, say in half an hour?"

She nodded, turned and walked away, still saying, "Fine, I'm glad and don't worry, I have plenty of beer in the basement!"

"Okay, but next time it's my turn!"

"Which you can count on!" - she said this with a friendly threatening undertone, but the true meaning of this statement remained hidden from me.

I rang the bell on time, freshly washed and even dried. A miracle that I had actually found the box with the towels. She opened me with a beaming smile: "Come in, just finished".

She went ahead into the kitchen - everything identical in construction to mine - and I took the opportunity to inspect Herta's back view. The butt was quite rakish, you could easily tell in the short shorts. The legs were a little thin for my taste, very sinewy and muscular, looking almost like those of a long-distance runner. The baggy shirt gave no glimpses, except for the beginning of a tattoo just below the hairline, though I had no idea what the depiction was. It looked strange, in any case, and also only visible because she had her hair up. Different was the one on the left upper arm - that was a large, colorfully engraved ornament, somewhat reminiscent of Germanic runes. Beautiful was the slender, long neck, which seemed somehow sexy, probably due to the fair skin and the many freckles, which, by the way, also covered her cleavage. I could hardly take my eyes off of that as she sat across from me and let me see her really tiny tits every time she leaned over. Normally, this was not my thing at all, but I probably already had a state of emergency and maybe it was also her casual way. Anyway, it made me horny to see those tiny bells dangling in front of her chest. Yes, they seemed quite soft, looking more like two half-full pouches, but had horny, upward-pointing nipples that were probably a bit erect from the friction on the fabric.

She pretended not to notice how I stared into her cleavage and I then also pulled myself together and tried to find a topic of conversation. Then I remembered the porch partition, "Tell me, Herta, do you attach great importance to that yellow wall out there, between us?"

She grinned, "No, of course not, that was an idea of your previous owner, that square!"

I looked at her questioningly and she continued with a mischievous smile, "Oh, he caught me one evening, also in the summer, with a man on the porch, doing..., well, you know...., doing...., well, we were doing it and I thought Gunnar was already asleep. But he came out again and saw us. He went right back in, but I spotted him out of the corner of my eye. What should I have done, it was already done anyway and well, it was just nice, so I went on.

The next day when I got home from work, there it was. We never talked about it, but I accepted it, even though I had never done it on the porch since. Funny, isn't it!"

I had to take a quick swig of beer, because my mouth was kind of parched at her recounting.

"Yeah really! So for my sake, we can put that thing away. You can tell me if you ever don't want to be disturbed, on the patio."

"Well, we'll drink to that, and of course it's mutual!"

I waved off, "Oh, there's nothing in sight with me. I must first see that I find work, everything else comes later!"

She looked at me thoughtfully, smiled almost seductively and started to say something, but swallowed it down and when I looked at her encouragingly, she just said, "Sure, you have to do as you think."

I finished the beer and put the glass down, "Thanks for the invite, I'm going back to my chose now, I at least have to get the bed ready!"

There was that look again and I kind of felt like she was going to say, "Feel free to use mine!" but then I pushed the thought away, scolded myself a fool for even thinking such a thing and got up.

"Well then, good night!"

"If you want, I'll help you unpack and put things away tomorrow, I'm off for the week. Let me know when to come and I'll bring breakfast!"

"No," I raised my hands defensively, "I can't accept that. How do you come to do that?"

"Oh fiddle-dee-dee, what are neighbors for? That's all right. So, when?"

"Alright, if you insist, at nine, maybe?" When she nodded, I continued, "And thank you, that's sweet. It's certainly pleasant to me to have a female hand helping out. I'm not one for keeping clothes - and kitchen cupboards - in order!"

"Haha, that's really not a man's thing. You know, because I'm not one of those feminists, I'm a little old fashioned. Women just have different talents than men, but I'm not just talking about the kitchen and the household!"

"But?" - her mischievous smile teased me with this question.

"I'll explain that some other time, go on, get out!"

*******

Unsurprisingly, I was assailed at night by wild dreams in which Herta starred, rolling naked in the garden in front of me, legs spread. She flaunted an oversized cunt, dared me to impale her, laughed derisively when she saw my stiff cock, and rammed a huge black dildo into her pussy before my eyes, at least ten inches thick and half a meter long.

"Come again if you can keep up," she bawled vulgarly, fucking herself with the monstrosity until she came, screaming loudly and with a fountain of pussy milk spilling out of her cunt, turning everything around her into a glistening pool.

Bathed in sweat and with a hard boner, I awoke and was glad to be surrounded by bright daylight. It was half past seven, time to get up. After a cold shower I was halfway okay again and started to assign the boxes to the different rooms. This was a tedious job because, of course, I hadn't thought to label them properly. So I had to open each one, see what was inside, and then distribute accordingly. The house was basically furnished and I had bought it that way, but still I had quite a bit of small furniture, shelves, a few chairs, and a bunch of odds and ends that just accumulate in half a person's life. With me it was probably more than with others, because I found it terribly difficult to throw anything away. So my old record player also went through the move, as did the records that went with it.

I was so busy with my work that I didn't even hear her coming. Since I was constantly moving things into the garage, the patio door was open and she entered through it. Before she could say anything, the smell of scrambled eggs, fried bacon and coffee hit my nose. With difficulty I straightened up from a box in which photo albums and my old film camera had been packed.

"Good morning," she said with a smile, looking positively delightful. She had tied her hair up like Widow Bolte, with a colorful headscarf whose ends she had tied together over her forehead. The T-shirt was barely visible, as a far too wide jumpsuit almost swallowed the whole woman. Only her bare feet were visible with blue painted nails protruding from old, worn sandals.

"Good morning! Well, you're up to something. Man, how that smells good!"

"Well, come on into the kitchen. Can we find two empty chairs there?"

"Yes, yes, there's the least stuff there, it's furnished, even the dishes he left here. Thank God, a single man doesn't have anything like that!"

I was really happy about that, because the thought of having to buy all that made me feel quite queasy. Therefore, I had also immediately struck when Gunnar had asked me. Especially because he didn't want an extra charge - they didn't know what to do with it anyway.

She nodded, "Yes, yes, besides, his dear wife surely wanted to redecorate, she was into that kind of thing, that bitch!"

"Why bitch?"

"Because she cheated on him, through the teeth. No sooner was he out of the house than her lover appeared, but not that you think, one. No, she had several at the same time, one for each day of the week, so to speak!"

„And you didn't tell him?"

"Why should I? It was really none of my business. It only bothered me that she screamed so much during sex, and during the day. She was never that loud with him!"

I laughed, "Well, he probably didn't give her any reason to either!"

"That may be so. Uptight he was, after all, see the partition on the porch. But now they're gone!"

"Well, hopefully you're happy with the successor. Normally they say there's nothing better to come!"

"Oh, I don't give a damn about that. So far, anyway, I can't complain!"

"Neither can I," I said with my mouth full, and she laughed.

"So, I suggest I clear the decks here. After all, the clothes need to be washed and put away properly anyway. Or do you have another suggestion?"

"No, not at all. I'll take care of the rest then, and afterwards I'll just ask you to help me with the laundry a bit!"

She laughed, "Sure, no problem. We'll find the right place for your boxers!"

Grinning, I left her. It was strange that she always had such innuendos ready. I had to think about what Charly had said. Maybe he was right and she really was a hot tooth. I puffed out my cheeks, because I had no idea how to go about it. Somehow she appealed to me with her red hair and the thin legs. I would have liked to know how it looked there, where the two stilts met.

I worked like a wild man, carrying boxes, assembling shelves and heaving furniture from there to there. Suddenly, I thought I was dreaming, I heard Elvis Presley singing, appropriately enough, "In the Ghetto." Herta had obviously found the record player.

I went down the stairs and found her sitting on the kitchen floor, Elvis spinning at the plate in front of her, and all around her were all kinds of records.

"Wow, these are treasures you have here," she said excitedly, "I'm going crazy, the Beatles, wow!" And she finished the sad song and put on another record. Right after that, "Let It Be" rang out. She rose, wiped her hands on her overalls and stepped in front of me.

"Come on, dance with me, I love this song. I danced to it so many times, a long time ago, with a man I liked very much. Please, give me this dance!"

She looked at me so pleadingly that I couldn't help it. I stood in front of her in a dancing posture, wanting to reach for her left with my right hand, but she shook her head. "Not like that, you dance that song close!"

And then she wrapped her long arms around my neck and bedded her head against my chest. Of course, that left me no choice but to pull her against me and put my hands on her hips. Shaking her head, she looked at me, "Tight, I said," and at that, she reached down, pushed my hands back onto her bottom, and hugged me again.

Slowly we turned in a circle, Paul McCartney's voice filling the room and she pressed against me, rubbing her head against my chest and her pelvis circling my crotch. I felt quite different and it crackled so violently after a few moments that my knees went soft. When she lifted her head and looked at me smiling from her green eyes, there was no escape.

Our faces came closer, our lips touched and her hand on the back of my neck began to tickle my hairline while she chewed on my lips and soon sought entrance with the tip of her tongue. I kneaded the sweet, firm buttocks and the kiss quickly became very passionate. We clung to each other like drowning men and licked out each other's mouths while she pressed her pelvis so hard against mine that my cock stiffened at record speed.

Without releasing our lips from each other, she fiddled with the zipper and I slipped the straps of the overalls off her shoulders with one hand, whereupon they immediately slid to the floor. Already I interlaced my hands over her buttocks again and found that they were naked, naked except for a narrow band that parted her perky cheeks and disappeared into the crack between her peaches at the very top of her buttocks.

She moaned as I began to knead those and let one hand slide into the fly, immediately finding the stiff tube and deftly threading it out of its prison.

Only now did she disengage from me, "Well, you sure need it. Right?"

"Yes," I gasped, "no sex for four months!"

"Only two for me, but I can't wait any longer, come here!"

Nimbly she got out of the jumpsuit that was wrapped around her ankles, slipped out of the T-shirt and stood naked in front of me except for her panties. A little bony she seemed and the really tiny tits hung neatly. But the erect, almost black nipples that grew out of these little tits made them look so horny that I didn't mind how small they were and how soft. The belly was flat and around the navel there was another tattoo that looked like a stylized sun. But that didn't interest me as much as the sight that was revealed when she pulled her panties down.

A bare, slightly bulging mound of Venus was revealed, divided by a narrow cleft that stretched into the space between her taut thighs. She let the thong slide down, stepped out and looked around as she asked, "What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to undress?"

I awoke as if from a dream, "Yes, yes, of course. What are you looking for?"

"Well what do you think?" she laughed, "A place to fuck?"

Grinning, I asked as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, "Bed?"

She shook her head, "No, that's too easy and too fast too, just come here, here on the floor I want you, in the middle of this mess. To bed we can later!"

She cleared a few boxes to the side with her feet, cleared a narrow, elongated space on the carpet and lay down. Before my eyes, she spread her thin legs. One she placed on a box beside her, the other she placed sideways on the carpet, giving me my first glimpse of her pussy. A narrow slit nestled between dainty labia, crowned by a dark red pearl under a small roof of skin shone there as if oiled. She was wet, she was horny, and a whitish liquid seeped incessantly from the cleft, wetting her all the way back to her rear and buttocks. There was no stopping her. I carefully lay down on top of her, "Shouldn't we turn over, doesn't that hurt you?"

She stroked her slender fingers through my hair, "Don't bullshit me, impale me!"

To add emphasis, she reached down and fished for my cock, bringing it moaning to a stop in front of her snatch. I pushed against it, feeling her labia part and plunge into that hot, slippery wet slit, into that tight hole that stretched, that wrapped around my cock like a second skin.

She crossed her arms in my neck, pulled me to her and before she pressed her lips on mine, she gasped, already quite breathless: "Come on, fuck me! Oh God, I'm so horny, go on, pull me through, don't take any notice, I want to be fucked!"

As if in confirmation, she wrapped her legs around my flanks, rammed her heels into my ass and thus gave me the spurs. I did not let myself be asked for long. What luck I had to have found this horny woman. She went off like a rocket, clasped me, lifted her pelvis towards me and opened as far as it could go. I rammed my cock into her pussy so that it smacked loudly when I plunged into her. In the process, I felt that I was getting wet up to my thighs, from her pussy milk that seemed to drip incessantly from the slit.

She kissed me, she licked over my neck and chin, she cheered me on, "Yes, yes, you're doing good, come on, harder, come deep, oh, that's nice, your cock is so hard, yes fuck me. Oh, here we go, I'm cumming, yes, don't stop!"

And then she shuddered, a tremor ran through her slender body, which she passed on to me, so tight she pressed herself against me. I felt her abdominal wall go hard as a board and then she cried out, uncontrollably, unrestrained. Her legs stabbed the air, rhythmically in time with the spasms that raged through her, and then she was lying under me, completely relaxed and breathing heavily. "What is it, can you do another round?" she groaned and I laughed, "I don't know, the pressure is already on!"

"That's what I thought, after this long you're a marvel of endurance anyway. Come on up, I'll set you free!"

I shook my head, "No, not yet, it's so nice right now, turn to the side, I want to do it again, maybe I can do it!"

"Oh you stud, yes, that's my favorite position!" She turned her back to me and lifted her right leg, opening herself to me and I penetrated her from behind. As I staked her, she turned her head to me and smiled groaning, "But only one of many favorite positions. Yes, fuck me again, but I want to swallow you, you hear me, so don't wait too long!"

"Yes, yes, wait!"

With a loud smacking sound, the cock slipped out of her slit as she threw herself around, pushed me onto my back and knelt beside me. With one swift movement, she grabbed the dick, enclosed the glans with her lips and began to jerk it off. Actually, that was no longer necessary. Just the sight of her, the mouth around the cock, the dangling titts and the desire in her eyes were enough and a load was released that almost tore my lollipop apart. One fountain after another I pumped into her gullet, but with obviously great experience and even greater desire she swallowed it all, nothing was lost. For a long time she kept it in her mouth, sucked on it, kissed it tenderly and circled the glans with her tongue until it had become soft, like her tits.

She licked her lips with relish before lying down on me and saying, "I liked that, Mr. Neighbor. What do you think? Would you like to continue with the boxes now or show me your bed?"

I hugged her, "What a question. The boxes can wait, but I think your pussy still has an appetite. Right?"

She stroked my cheek tenderly, "My pussy, dear Gerhard, always has an appetite!"

"Also for being licked? Because that's what I like to do for my life!"

She jumped up, held out her hand to me and said, "Well, what are we waiting for then? Come on, pussy wants to know your tongue!"

I scrambled to my feet and then started laughing.

"What is it?"

"Ha ha, you still have your headdress on!"

She grabbed her forehead in amazement and joined in my laughter, "Hi hi, you've been screwing Widow Bolte now!"

She pushed the headscarf back and let the curls spring out, shook them so violently that the boobs began to swing as well and then she took my hand, "Come on, come on, I want to keep going. My god, I'm so starved. I want to fuck you all day today. Do you mind?"

I didn't, of course, as she climbed the stairs two steps ahead of me and I stared at her appetizing buttocks, which vibrated ever so slightly with each of her graceful steps. As she did so, the tattoo I could now finally make out began to tremble - two retracted wings reaching from her shoulders to her buttocks, very detailed and very, very exciting.

"Where are you going to fly with me," I therefore also asked her when we arrived in the bedroom and she threw herself on the bed in front of me, immediately spreading her legs.

"To the seventh heaven. I hope that's where you're going to lick me now, dear neighbor!"

I knelt between her thighs and looked at her calmly, this strange woman lolling expectantly in front of me and playfully stroking her pussy with one finger. She pushed it between the labia, dipped into the hot slit, pulled it out shiny wet, put it in her mouth, sucked on it and sighed with pleasure.... I laid on top of her for now, and when our faces were very close, I said softly, "Mind if I enjoy all of you, not just the pussy?"

"What do you mean, all over?"

"I want to get to know you all over, explore you with my tongue, and then only welcome the pussy!"

She pushed me a bit away from her and asked with a tense expression, "When you say everywhere, do you really mean everywhere?"

I understood what she was alluding to and nodded, "I mean that, but only if you want to?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, "You bet I do, you have no idea how!"

"Then it's fine!"

I started with a kiss, very long, very tender, sucking on her tongue, letting her lick and salivate on mine as well, and then systematically made my way over her, letting my lips and tongue glide over her neck, cleavage and tits. There I made the first break, sucked the things deep into my mouth, nibbled on the hard nipples, sucked them like little tails and licked them all wet. Further it went over the belly, the navel and the flanks to the thighs, which were really crazy muscular. I licked over the insides, there, where also with her the skin was very thin and soft, very close to the pussy, but without touching it. She moaned, ran her hands through my hair and emitted pointed screams every time I got too close to the labia.

Further the journey went along the legs, down to the feet. Instep, heel, sole, toes, everything was kissed and licked, which she acknowledged with loud moans, impetuous gasps and many a shrill scream. I also saw on her pussy how horny she became, because again the milky trickle appeared. Again secretion came out and I had to control myself very much not to bury myself in her lap and lick her properly.

Instead, I commanded, "Come on, turn around!"

She snapped her eyes open, "Really? I don't know if I can take it."

"You're not supposed to, relax, let yourself go, you don't have to hold back!"

"You maniac, you're driving me crazy. Who would have thought it!"

When she lay in front of me like that, with the wings on her back and the tight butt, with the shiny pussy shining towards me under the firm cheeks, I got so horny again for a moment that a tremor ran through me and I already thought I had to cum, just like that, on her hot ass.

At the last moment I stifled myself and knelt over her thighs, so that the cock came to lie exactly in the butt fold, to which she immediately responded with greedy wiggling of the buttocks: "Do you want to come to me already?" she asked panting and I laughed: "No, not by a long shot!"

Then I kissed her neck, licked her ears, all after pushing her hair aside. Her neck was so brilliantly slender - I covered it with countless kisses, which she thanked me for with a loud moan and an exclamation, "Stop it, or I'll throw myself on you!"

Laughing, I raised my head, "I could think of worse things, but be patient. I'm not done yet, after all.

With the tip of my tongue, I traced the contours of the wings, landing on her bottom. In the meantime I had slid down, in between her now spread thighs. In front of me the shiny cunt and above it the wrinkled rosette, which I exposed by pulling the cheeks apart a little with two fingers.

As I let a thick glob of saliva drip onto it, she cried out and moaned, "Wait, I'll make it easier for you!"

She came to her knees, put her face on the side of a pillow, reached back with both hands, and pulled her cheeks as far apart as they would go. Her butt hole stared at me like the eye of the Cyclops and - I couldn't believe it - it even winked at me. She had it down, she could open and close it by muscle contraction. When I massaged the spit into the ring with the tip of my middle finger, she came for the first time. I felt it take hold of her, her legs shaking, and quickly I reached down on her pussy and slid two fingers inside, "Oh God, you fool, yes, fuck, fuck, oh is that horny!"

And so it shook her through, two fingers in the snatch and one on her butt hole. She gasped, moaned and whimpered, but ironically she held her peaches and I continued after a little break. Carefully I spread the moisture from her dripping cunt all around her anus and then I thrust, pushed my finger inside her and triggered a truly phenomenal climax that I would not have expected so soon after the last one.

She stretched her ass towards me, clawed her hands in the sheet, tore at it like crazy, screamed and whimpered and finally, after I hadn't stopped fucking her, she threw herself around, looked at me with wide open eyes and screamed, "Come on, give it to me, fuck me or I'll go crazy!"

"Where to?", I asked also already quite excited, with glowing cheeks and vibrating cock.

"Anywhere you want, but fuck me, give it to me and cum all over me, I beg you!"

So I jumped out of bed, grabbed her by the restraints, pulled her towards me until her ass reached the edge of the bed and pushed her legs so far back that her knees bumped against her tits. Now they lay in front of me, their two inviting gates, and as the eye of the Cyclops stared at me, I took heart and placed the glans at her butt hole. The ass I lifted a little more and pressed against the rosette. It was quite easy, not such a choking as with Karla, who needed God knows how much Vaseline and whined forever until I had conquered her. Here I slipped into the hot bowels and immediately began to move. She rolled her eyes, slapped her palms on the sheet, screamed with lust and greed and cheered me on: "Yes, fuck me, you stud, fuck me and squirt in my butt, I want to feel your semen, come on, with me it's going again, come on, together, oh, yes, it' starts!"

When I had shot my powder and nothing more came, I let myself fall on top of her, the tail slipped out of her anus with a rich sound and a gush of my semen poured onto the sheets, the edge of the bed and the floor.

We didn't care any further, there was time for that later. Now we were ready for a hug, now we held each other, clinging to each other, breathing heavily, sweaty and happy.

"Hey," she said after a while and a long, passionate and tender kiss, "I'm glad you're my new neighbor. It's nice with you!"

"With you too, you crazy chicken. Tell me, why do you have such muscle in your legs anyway?"

"I run a lot," and then she pressed her rock-hard thighs against my flanks and laughed, "and I fuck a lot. I can fuck so much you wouldn't believe. Do you want to try that?"

I nodded, "With you, I want to try everything!"

"Good," she said, "then let's start right now and go take a shower, I have to get rid of your juices after all, make room for new ones, and besides, I have to pee."

"Yeah, go ahead, I'll clean up here in the meantime, there's been a little mishap!"

She shook her head again, "No, no, if, then all together. First we clean here, then us!"

Busily she made herself over the bedclothes, had pulled off everything in no time, the remains of my outpouring disappeared and while I was looking for new stuff in the various boxes, she had already filled the washing machine.

"Do you have detergent?" I heard her call and laughed: "No, I'm sorry, but I'm not ready yet.

"Well, never mind, let's get it at my place then, come on get in the shower, I want you with me!"

She had already turned on the water, fastened the shower head above her and stood under the water jet. Her long hair stuck to her body and a smile was on her face.

"Do you have to?" she asked, staring curiously at my half-erect dick - it just couldn't get completely soft in her presence, she was charged with far too much sexual energy for that.

I stood close in front of her, the glans touching her wet belly, and I nodded. "Yes, but I can do that later!"

She laughed, "I can't wait that long," and feeling something warm against my thighs, I looked down and saw it bubbling out from between her legs, "Hey," I exclaimed, "the pressure that big?"

With a seductive smile, she said as she took my hand, "No, but I like it when you do it together. Here, feel it, isn't it great?" She let the champagne bubble over my fingers - a primal feeling that took me completely by surprise. Until now, I had only read about such practices and had actually been disgusted by them. Now, however, it seemed quite normal to me and I enjoyed the warm gush, at the same time played a little on her pussy and elicited her pleasant moans. Finally it was over and she brought my fingers to her mouth, looking at me and lust spoke from her eyes as she started licking me off.

"Mmh," she went on, "taste it too? Don't you want to know how I taste?" and with that she reached between her legs and let me lick her fingers. It was so horny that my cock rose up between our bellies.

"Now you," she said softly, "go ahead and piss on me!"

I didn't think about what I was doing, because she didn't give me a chance. Her arms encircled me, her hands placed on my butt, and her lips pressed down on mine. I just let it run and a hot, fine jet bounced against her belly. The champagne spread over our thighs and ran down while she pushed her tongue down my throat and licked me out, full of lust and passion.

She made her pelvis gyrate and when she realized that the power of the jet was diminishing, she surprised me again. She got down on her knees in front of me, took the cock and directed the weakening spray first on her tits and chest and then on her face. She wetted her cheeks and chin and finally she took it in her mouth and drank the last drops.

I thought I was going crazy, it was so horny and my cock stayed hard. She probably took that as an invitation, because she remained in the position and began to blow me. Impetuously she sucked on the tube, licked the shaft to the root and sucked like crazy on the balls while she jerked the dick.

It didn't take three minutes and I filled her up, sprayed my cum down her throat and stood in front of her, knees soft and heart racing.

Again she kept him with her until he had lost all hardness, rose and handed me the shower gel with a smile: "Go on wash me! I like it so much when my lover washes me after sex. Would you like me to do the same to you later?"

"Yes, of course, please!"

"Is that new to you?" she asked, somewhat puzzled, and I nodded, "Yes, I've never had that before!"

"Well, go ahead and start everywhere, hear, you really everywhere!"

It ended as it had to end. I had started on her face, cleavage and belly, had knelt down in front of her, had taken care of her legs, soaped everything up nicely and rinsed it off again. Then she turned around and I devoted myself to her sweet ass. Of course I went in search of sperm residue and when I drilled into her with my wet finger, she cried out and moaned in a throaty, raspy voice, "Come on, fuck me again, that was so nice and my butt is so starved, stay with me and fuck me with your horny finger!"

She buckled as it came to her, and I had to hold her down so she didn't fall, so shaken was she, so much were her legs shaking and so wild were the spasms raging in her abdomen.

Again we stood tightly entwined under the warm rain of the shower for a long time, until she said, "Come on, now I'll soap you up and then quickly to bed, I haven't had enough yet. Have you?"

"Not by a long shot!" I said and a pleasant shiver seized me as she reached between my legs from behind and began to massage my sack and butt hole.

What the wild Herta has in store, with what she will surprise Gerhard and who she will still invite, you will learn in the next part of "The insatiable neighbor".