“Now just watch,” he whispered in his ear as Chelle placed her hand around the shaft and started to suck eagerly. Janie watched in astonishment as she opened her jaws wide and took every inch that he had to offer. She felt Mr. Logan's body tense in pleasure, and knew that she wanted to do the same. She caressed his body, and loved the feeling of his arm around her waist. Soon enough his erection was wet with her saliva, and he asked if she wanted to try. Janie found herself nodding, drugged by desire and drunk with lust. She bent down to her knees and Chelle held his erection as Janie first kissed the smooth tip softly and then parted her lips, getting used to the burning rod being inside her. Mr. Logan groaned with pleasure and moaned her name, which only caused Janie to get even more turned on. Chelle held Janie's hair back and kissed her neck, and Janie's thighs were slick with arousal.
“Good good, now Chelle, take her to bed,” he said, and Chelle pulled Janie away Mr. Logan's erection. They fell onto the bed and started making out, their tongues dancing together as their naked bodies pressed closely together. They smiled and gasped in delight at the feeling of their burning skin brushing against each other. Their breasts were soft but their nipples were hard, and as they explored each other Mr. Logan leaned at the head of the bed and watched them. Chelle took Janie's wrists and pinned them above her head as she kissed all the way down her body, between the middle of her breasts, until she buried herself in Janie's body. As her tongue went to work Janie's body jerked and writhed, and her neck arched and twisted until she locked eyes with Mr. Logan, who was playing with his stiff erection.
Knowing that this was a show for him made her want to perform. Flooded with desire, her body exploded with orgasmic energy. She was unable to stop her legs from tensing, and she locked them around Chelle's head, who continued ravishing Janie with her tongue, tasting her sweet juice. The tattooed girl moaned in satisfaction as she licked Janie, and watched as Janie's skin began to get flushed.
Then, Chelle slid up Janie's body again and used her fingers to stimulate her while they made out. Janie was so delirious by this point that her mouth moved automatically. Her mind was in another place and the rest of the world had melted away. There was only the three of them left and she was glad for that because it was the first time she had ever felt alive. Pleasure swarmed through her body and she soon felt the release of the first wave of orgasm as Chelle was expertly stimulating her sweet spot, with no sign of stopping. But just as she thought it was never going to end Mr. Logan entered the fray once more. He towered behind Chelle and smiled at Janie as he plunged himself inside the tattooed girl. Chelle leaned into Janie's body hard as she took Mr. Logan, and then her body slammed into Janie's as Mr. Logan fucked her.
Janie cradled Chelle's body and kissed her as often as she could, but Chelle was sliding up and down Janie, and her mouth was hanging open in a moan that was forced silent. Janie's eyes were locked on Mr. Logan again and watched him as his furious passion fueled him on to get deeper and harder into Chelle. Sweat dripped from his forehead and sizzled on her body. Janie could feel it too, and all she knew is that she wanted him.
Eventually Mr. Logan pushed Chelle off and parted Janie's legs with his knees. He leaned over her and placed his arms either side of her head. His strong, perfect body was hot and hard next to her soft, virginal form, and her eyelids fluttered as he parted her wet lips with his thick girth. Her face contorted and she wasn't sure if the sensation she was feeling was pleasure or pain, but soon enough she was lost to the rhythm of his lust. Her vision went blurred and all she knew was that she was a being of pure energy. She could feel his breath and his touch as they came inside her, becoming one. Somewhere Chelle was holding her hand and kissing her neck but such was the intensity of the pleasure that Janie felt as though she was floating outside her body. She moaned and screamed loudly, but even they seemed like far-off noises.
A fire burned within her soul and Mr. Logan had started it. She turned her head and found Chelle's lips, the two of them kissed while Mr. Logan fucked her. Although her first attraction was to Mr. Logan she now wasn't sure which one of them was turning her on more as sweat poured down her crimson cheeks and her body pulsated with boiling blood. Everything was on fire and she wouldn't have been surprised had the bed burst into flames for they were scorching each other and turning every other hope and dream into ash, because she knew that everything would pale compared to this.
Her body was ready. Her mind too. She felt Chelle's comforting hands over her, and the soft kisses were gentle against her skin. Mr. Logan got faster and harder and deeper than anyone else ever would and she knew it was coming, she could feel his body tense, and then a mighty roar, even mightier than the roar he had shouted when he was a bear, escaped his throat. His hands clenched the sheets as he exploded inside her and Janie's body rocked and jerked, feeling the warm flow within. With a heaving chest she gulped in deep breaths as the two of them kissed her.
“Welcome to our world,” Chelle whispered, and bit Janie's ear.
THE END
Go Cougars
One
Karen didn't much care for the neighborhood where she lived. She would never have voluntarily arrived here if she could have avoided it- it was like she'd somehow skipped the entire middle portion of her life and stepped straight into old age, and was now living in some sort of retirement village in Florida. It wasn't at all what she'd envisioned for herself when she'd moved here. What had she envisioned? Sure as hell not this...
Everyone there seemed to just sort of hate everything. She was surrounded by ancient old men and women who had lived long enough that, even in their states of relative comfort and safety, they'd decided there was nothing all that likable to the concept of existing, nor should anyone around them derive any pleasure whatsoever from the fact of their presence on the Earth. Hell, some of them weren't even old- some of them were her age, and had apparently given up on their lives having any flavor whatsoever. There was one rich couple in their fucking twenties who scowled any time they detected any semblance of human happiness in their vicinity- they scowled at children as they passed, they despised music aside from classical, and this only when they were hosting a party. They ate food that was completely devoid of any taste whatsoever. They were, in essence, completely and utterly flavorless people.
Karen wasn't like that.
That is, Karen wasn't flavorless. Not by a long shot.
Now in her forties, Karen enjoyed a far greater zest for life than ever, and was savoring this stage of her life for what it was. She didn't like to think of it as a time for last hoorahs, as this implied she had imminent plans to slow down in the near future. She didn't, not by a long shot, but realistically she knew that what one plans with their life doesn't always equate to what actually happens. Not by a long shot.
So, Karen was living like there was no more tomorrow, as though this was the last opportunity she would have to sow her wild oats before the winter came, and if she didn't seize the day now she'd be confronting the rapidly approaching nightfall before she knew it.
It amused her to think about this, but Karen supposed she could be considered to be something of a cougar...
In essence, despite her age, and despite being post-menopausal, she had something of a taste for young, fresh, tender meat... She frequently picked up guys at bars who were ten, fifteen, even twenty years her junior- she was reluctant to actually bring them home with her. It was entirely within her rights to do so, of course, but she knew things would not bode well with her neighbors when they discovered her bringing home and bedding younger men left and right. Hell, she was pretty sure they didn't even approve of the idea of sex in general, and she saw them giving her disapproving looks any time she came home from one of her overnight stays at the homes of her many young pups...
It wasn't so much that she gave a flying fuck about their opinions- she was just acutely aware that they had the capacity to make her life a living hell if she gave them the opportunity.
So, she did
her best to enjoy what she could, savoring her overnight stays as a chance to enjoy her waning days of casual, no strings sexuality, teaching young whippersnappers how to snap her with their whippers in ways they'd never before experienced in their sexual naivety. Her primary weapon as a cougar was her capacity to amaze her cubs with new, foreign, and unexplored techniques she'd pioneered in her additional years of erotic trailblazing, tricks as dirty and as kinky as anything you might hope to find in the seediest chapters of the Karma Sutra. She absolutely loved the way she'd retained her immense sexual prowess so long into her life, when the sexless little prudes all around her seemed never to have had any spark in their lives at all, or if they had they'd died out many, many moons and menstrual cycles ago.
Still, though, feeling as though she lacked sexual freedom within the confines of her own four walls could be tiresome. She wished she could come home for a change with some of her easy lays, to her own territory (territory, of course, being vastly important to such large cats as herself), and she wished she didn't have to pretend she went around with a chastity belt on practicing abstinence just to avoid offending her overly sensitive assholes of neighbors.
She supposed long distance nookie was better than no nookie, but still... Wasn't it just a little bit ridiculous? She was a grown fucking woman after all, was she not? And weren't the neighbors around her adults as well? Wasn't the point of being an adult supposed to be that you could handle adult situations without judging one another and acting like children?
She supposed that was highly unrealistic of her to expect... Where, anywhere in the world, did grown adults actually ever act like grown adults instead of petty children?
This place needed some young blood in it... Someone new, open-minded, to tear the community out of its prudish little no-fun rut...
Little did she know that just such an arrival was just around the corner...
Two
It was a bright and shining new morning. The sunlight from outside the window came streaming in through a gap in the curtains, painting the bedroom with an amber glow. Karen had just awoken from sleep, wishing that there were someone beside her as she brushed the palm of her hand through the cool spot on the bed next to her, but she knew that wishing would never really get her very far as far as something like that went.
She sighed, got out of bed, and stretched, slinking off to the bathroom in the skimpy negligee she'd worn to bed- she wasn't really sure why she insisted on wearing anything at all when she was alone. She loved the simple fact of being naked, and savored the cool touch of the blankets on her nude flesh whenever she elected to sleep that way.
She sulked into the bathroom and peered briefly at her reflection in the mirror- the dark brunette hair, the taut, caramel skin, the slight signs of crows feet punctuating the sides of her piercing hazel eyes like sideways quotation marks- signs of maturity and experience rather than anything worn or haggard-looking.
She was every bit as hot as she felt herself to be whenever she went about her predatory exploits...
She peeled herself out of her negligee, rubbing her hands around the curvaceous contours of her taut body as she did, cupping her firm, succulent breasts in her palms and pushing them around and around in slow, loving circles on her body, seizing the nipples and stretching them, letting them become erect within her grip, tingling with light, warm sensation. She slid her hands slowly down, rubbing them along the soft planes of her abdomen, admiring her little dark fleck of a navel, trickling down to her thighs, and tracing out the perimeter of her clean-shaven pubic triangle with the tip of her index finger, lapping around and around and around, until slowly reaching down to the tender, moist pink slip notched out between her thighs...
She shuddered.
Using the hand not already coated with her own aroused fluids she reached for the lever to turn on the shower, twisting it almost completely over to hot, so that a rapid, intense spray of scalding water came tearing out through the nozzle of the shower head, filling the tiny room with a thick white mist, fogging up the mirror, making everything vanish save for what was right in front of her eyes.
She stepped into the shower and savored the feeling of the water as it melted her to pieces, peeling away her flesh to the bones and piercing through to her soul with its wakening energy. She fumbled over to the ledge of the shower for the shampoo, squirting an abundant supply of the stuff into the open palm of her hand, oozing it out into a thick sudsy lather, which she proceeded to rub all over her tight, wet body. She smeared it around her thighs, her pubic area, her abdomen, she massaged her breasts until they were soapy and glistening with irridescent bubbles, the nipples carefully censored by the foam, and with what was left she lathered up her hair into a soapy white crown, loving the feeling of her wet hair being pulled through her fingertips, running through her scalp, massaging her head...
She turned to face away from the shower head, and gently tilted her body back toward the hot spray, like one of those trust exercises you see sometimes where you're told to lean back and let another person catch you to prevent you falling. The water washed over her like a wave from the ocean, and the soapy suds came pouring from her head in buckets, flooding down from her form slowly, sensually, its torrents like a set of hands dribbling along her contours admiringly, tracing her out, and wanting to experience every last exquisite nook and crevice firsthand. Her own fingers followed the progression of the soapy water down along her wet body, so that by the time she was completely suds free her hand was working more diligently now between her legs, pressing into the wet pink folds of her flowery vagina, manipulating the skin around and around and around, as exquisite a massage as a person could ask for this early in the morning, stretching herself out to a degree that was almost agonizingly pleasurable, holding herself taut, and tenderly working the fleshy pink button of her clitoris with her middle finger. She thought of her most recent sexual encounter as she caught aflame with orgasm, her body convulsing, twitching, requiring the wall of the shower for support, while her mind's eye envisioned the twenty-something year old jock, strapping and muscular, bending her over the sink in the bathroom of a bar, fucking her bareback up the ass, slamming into her with power, precision, and not even a trace of mercy in his muscle-driven thrusts, smacking her jiggling ass into his pelvis, driving his erection deeper and deeper and deeper up her anus, ejaculating an incredible quantity of his sperm into her unreceptive body, and oh God, oh God, oh God, she was cumming, she was cumming, she was cumming...
For Karen, a well-balanced breakfast and a blindingly powerful orgasm were the two most important things to remember when starting her day. She got dressed following her episode of early-morning self-abuse, pulling on her clothes without caring all that much she wore- she intended on staying around the neighborhood today, and therefore she felt she had no reason whatsoever to plan out how she dressed too carefully. But then, as she walked into her front room, she happened to glance out the window, to see that there was someone unloading boxes from his car next door. It occurred to her that the house there had been for sale nearly the entire time she'd lived here, and she'd long suspected that anyone who might have been interested in buying it was too scared off by the uptight assholes that would serve as their neighbors should they make the stupid mistake of purchasing the fine little home.
She was astonished, however, to see that the person moving in was a young man- a muscular young man at that, with a broad chest, tight jeans, and a body that could tear a woman apart if he so desired- she had a feeling that he likely did so regularly, and she was instantly jealous of girls she'd never laid eyes on for getting to him before she could. He was pouring with sweat at the moment in the heat of the morning as he unpacked, soaking himself with moisture, giving Karen as succulent a view of her potential young cub as she could possibly have hoped for...
He was alone, so that was a good sign of no girlfriend- hell, even if he did have a girlfriend, he was alone right now, wasn't he? College kids didn't give a fuck about mon
ogamy. Only insecure old farts like herself did, and she knew she sure as hell didn't personally. To her it was all about getting while the getting was good. And from the way he flexed his ass as he bent over to pick up his possessions from the trunk of his vehicle, she could tell as plain as day that that this particular getting was about as good as good-getting can possibly get...
She waited until he was at least unpacked before she went over- wanting to seem enthusiastic, but not desperate- and at about the instant he'd closed his front door, she was knocking on it for him to open it right back up again.
She introduced herself, “Hello new neighbor, my name is Karen!” she flashed him her flirtiest, most salacious and scandalous smile, and she could see that it was doing the trick, as she happened to glance downward at his crotch, where an unmistakable boner was rearing its beautiful head through the denim of his jeans.
They shot the shit for a few minutes. He said his name was Kevin, and she gave a forced laugh, and said they made a great name pairing as neighbors, Karen and Kevin, ha ha ha ha ha! She asked how he was liking the neighborhood so far. He said he thought it was alright. He had a whole houseful of other guys coming to live with him soon- they were all students at the local college and were renting the place together for the school year, much as she'd suspected. “Go Cougars!” she said, pumping her fist into the air, as though cheering for his college's main athletic team.
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