Cougars on the Prowl

by Viva Jones

  Tammy stormed out of his life as abruptly as she’d stormed into it; the character whose departure changes the narrative irrevocably. It took Jed two hours to loosen the scarf sufficiently to free his hands, by which time it was cold and dark and he was ravenous. All he could think about was her cunt, inches from his face, and those bouncy castle breasts, and the haven that was her vagina.

  Tammy might have been gone, but never would she be forgotten.

  He submitted Gloria’s work and sure enough, she won the regional competition, then placed second in the nationwide event and earned herself a modest but not insignificant book deal. He was proud of her, and, to his surprise, even slightly proud of himself.

  Until now. Tammy’s book Bigtime told the rags-to-riches story of a beautiful yet underprivileged mature heroine who had an affair with a down-on-his-luck writer with a drink problem and a criminal record. A criminal record? He lived alone above a pub (The White Stallion), but it was only after his death – of cirrhosis of the liver – that she learnt of the fortune he’d left her in his will. With that money she opened her own hairdressing and nail salon, promptly falling in love with a rich and famous football manager, whose back, sac and crack she waxed on a regular basis.

  Reeling, Jed put the newspaper down and went in search of the vodka bottle he knew lay hidden under a pile of clothes in the bottom of the wardrobe. In happier times he’d once poured some on his cock as Tammy had sucked it off.

  ‘Cirrhosis of the liver, eh?’ He took a great swig, gasping as the fire hit his chest, and resolved to finish the lot before opening time. ‘Bring it on.’

  Orgasm Bandit

  by Garland

  ‘I can’t believe I’m 39 and I’ve never had an orgasm or squirted.’

  Chase Slater choked on his coke as he overheard Shaquanda Jackson. Wiping his mouth and trying to keep his hacking at bay he leaned against the plush booth and continued to eavesdrop.

  ‘Girl, stop,’ Shaquanda’s companion said with a little laugh. ‘I’m sure in 39 years some man has made that pussy come.’

  ‘Brandi, I think I would know if I’ve ever come or not. I’ve been close. I’ve been close more times than I can count, but just when I’m about to that’s always when homeboy picks that moment to blow his load and I’m never able to finish,’ Shaquanda said as she munched on a french fry.

  ‘Damn, girl,’ the one called Brandi said sadly. ‘That’s really rough. If you really want to come you could always go out and buy a vibrator. That’s what I use when my pussy needs to let off some excess juice,’ Brandi suggested, laughing.

  Chase had to work hard to suppress a laugh. This was the funniest conversation he had ever heard. He didn’t think women actually had these discussions. He always thought that was something writers invented just to sell books and movies.

  ‘I don’t want to use a vibrator,’ Shaquanda said. ‘I want to feel a real live throbbin’ dick in my pussy. I want a guy to pound this shit until I squirt all over him like Niagara Falls!’

  Chase coughed up the bit of hamburger he had been chewing on and quickly took several sips of his coke. Damn! This was turning into a Penthouse letter.

  ‘Well, shoot, girl, if it’s a guy you want, I’ll set you up. I know lots of hot guys with big dicks. And they all know how to use them. Trust me on that one. Shit, my boy Jamal has got a fuckin’ bodybuilder’s body. His shit is ripped and his dick is off the chain! Fuckin’ huge, girl. Girl, homeboy lives ten miles away but he could fuck you in this restaurant right now! And baby, boo always makes me come when he pounds my pussy.’

  ‘Girl, I’ve heard that same thing before. All this talk and build up of these homeboys and then when I get them into bed they can’t deliver. No, girl, I’m tired of being set up,’ Shaquanda said.

  ‘So how do you expect to come?’ Brandi asked. ‘Girl, you think some kind of orgasm bandit is just gonna drop out of the sky?’

  Chase held his hands over his mouth and doubled over with laughter. Brandi was funny and Shaquanda sounded hot. Even if she was 16 years older than him.

  ‘Girl, that’s exactly what I mean,’ Shaquanda answered seriously. ‘I want to lose my orgasm virginity to a stranger. He don’t know me. I don’t know him. He comes into my room totally unexpected, bends me over and fucks me ’til I’m satisfied.’

  Chase perked up in his seat. Holy shit! This sounded like something out of one of those Skinemax movies. He pinched himself several times to make sure he wasn’t in the middle of some weird dream.

  ‘Girl, you’ve been reading too much Zane. Shit like that don’t happen in real life. Orgasm bandits do not go from house to house makin’ pussies squirt. Now I’m going to go over to that dessert cart and get me a big ole slice of cheesecake. You want anything?’

  ‘See if they have any Boston Cream Pie.’

  ‘You could always see if any of your students would be up to the task,’ Brandi said adding naughty emphasis to the word ‘up’. Chase listened closer. Shaquanda was a teacher. Hot.

  ‘I think I’d be fired for givin’ out that kind of extra credit assignment, girl.’

  ‘Helluva way to go. And I can guarantee you that all of your students would participate. You just don’t know how many of ’em would pass,’ Brandi smirked.

  ‘Girl, you so nasty. Go get your pie,’ Shaquanda laughed.

  Chase smiled to himself. He had a feeling that Brandi was about to eat her words about orgasm bandits not being real. And he had a feeling that Miss Shaquanda was about to have the orgasm and squirt session of her life. Digging around in his backpack, Chase pulled out his notebook and tore out a fresh sheet of paper. Quickly he wrote a note, paid his bill and walked over to the entrance.

  ‘Excuse me,’ he said pulling a pretty young waitress aside. ‘Could you do me a favour?’

  ‘Sure,’ she giggled eyeing him up and down like a prized piece of meat.

  ‘Could you deliver this note to that woman over there?’ He asked pointing at Shaquanda. He saw her clearly for the first time and gasped. He knew her. He saw her every day. He glanced at the note. Should he? ‘Don’t tell her who it’s from. Just hand it to her and walk away.’ The words were out before he could stop them. Quickly he walked away, hoping he hadn’t just made a huge mistake.

  ‘Um ... OK,’ the waitress said taking the note and watching the cute boy walk out of the restaurant.

  ‘Girl, I told that mothafucka straight up, if you don’t wrap it then, baby, you don’t tap it,’ Brandi said letting out a loud laugh as she ravaged the huge slice of cheesecake. ‘Shit I just met the brotha in a club. I didn’t know if that mothafucka got somethin’ or not and I am not gonna risk my health by gettin’ somethin’ just so I can get a lil’ somethin’ somethin’. OK?’

  Shaquanda shook her head and smiled. Brandi was crazy. She sometimes wished she could be more like her best friend. Outgoing. Adventurous. Wild. Brandi was not afraid to go out to the clubs and get buck wild with every available guy she found. Shaquanda had always wanted to do that but every time she was about to get her swag on with a brotha she always heard her mother’s nasally judgmental voice in her ear, ‘Shaquanda Jackson, ladies don’t behave that way.’ Her mother’s old-fashioned ways had kept her from having fun for way too long.

  ‘Excuse me,’ the pretty waitress said. ‘I was told to give this to you,’ she said handing the note to Shaquanda before walking away.

  ‘Mmm girl. A note from a secret admirer,’ Brandi teased.

  Shaquanda opened the note and her face dropped. If her mother could see this she would have a heart attack.

  ‘What’s it say?’ Brandi asked. ‘Don’t be shy, girl. Share.’

  Embarrassed to read the note out loud, Shaquanda handed it to her friend. Brandi’s eyes scanned the note. Once. Twice. Three times. Her smile grew larger and larger each time she read it. Laughing she looked at her friend.

  ‘Girl, is this for real?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ Shaquanda said flabbergasted.

 
‘I overheard your conversation,’ Brandi read the letter. ‘Fear not. I will fulfil your desires. I promise that I will give you the most intense orgasm of your life. Your pussy will squirt so much you’ll be dehydrated. Call this number. The Orgasm Bandit.’

  Shaquanda’s face was beet red by the time Brandi had finished reading. She hoped nobody had overheard. It was bad enough to think that someone had overheard her talking about her problem. What if this was a cruel joke and whoever had written this note was setting her up?

  ‘Girl, you gotta call this number. You gotta get some help from the Orgasm Bandit,’ Brandi said laughing.

  ‘Give me that,’ Shaquanda said grabbing the note and shoving it in her purse. ‘It’s gotta be a practical joke.’

  ‘Or an answer to your prayers,’ Brandi replied.

  ‘Excuse me?’

  ‘Come on, girl. You’re sittin’ there bitchin’ that your pussy ain’t never come before and now you get a note from someone claimin’ they can make your pussy rise up and shout? Hallelujah, girl, there is a God and looks like He makin’ it rain orgasm bandits!’

  Chase had the boner of his life as he drove to college. He couldn’t believe he had actually written that note! Much less given it to her. Well, he hadn’t given it to her. He just hoped that waitress had. Maybe he should have taken her into the back and fucked her to make sure she delivered. Chase chuckled to himself. Maybe he should just drop out of college and become a full-time hustler. Screw political science. If Shaquanda Jackson did call and they fucked he probably would have to drop out of college or, at the very least, transfer. Would it be considered a conflict of interest to make your political science teacher’s pussy squirt, he wondered.

  He did hope she would call though. He had never been with an older woman before. Or a black woman. He had always been curious about both. Maybe this way he could fulfil both his and Shaquanda’s desires and he had certainly never fucked a teacher though he had fantasized about it a lot. He wondered if Shaquanda had ever fucked any of her students. Just the thought made him shift uncomfortably as his boner grew larger than he thought possible. Making sure the coast was clear, he pulled into an abandoned lot, freed his raging hard-on and furiously jerked off as he thought of the lovely Shaquanda.

  She was very beautiful. Rich dark chocolate skin that reminded Chase of fresh brewed coffee. Full lips. She wore her hair in a million tiny braids. Chase wondered how they would feel clutched tightly in his fist, pulling them as he fucked her doggy style. His boner grew. Increasing his pumping he blew his load all over his steering wheel with a satisfied grunt.

  After he had cleaned up he continued his drive to the college. He still had a boner. Using one hand to steer he used the other to lightly caress his hard bulge. He really hoped she’d call.

  Chase was the first to arrive at the classroom. Perfect, he smiled. Shaquanda hadn’t even arrived yet. Ripping a piece of paper out of his notebook he wrote another note, careful to disguise his handwriting. He had been surprised Shaquanda hadn’t recognised his writing from the first note, but then he hardly turned in any homework. Making sure no one was around, he put the note on her desk and casually slipped out of the door.

  She read the second note over and over as the class concentrated on the pop quiz in front of them. Another note from the mysterious Orgasm Bandit.

  How? She asked looking around the room. Was it someone she knew? A student? Another member of the faculty? She re-read the note again, pussy tingling, sopping her panties.

  It should be a crime for someone so beautiful to have never experienced absolute pleasure. Let me help you discover that pleasure. I promise by the time I’m done with you, you won’t ever want another dick in your pussy but mine. I’ll lick your pussy bone dry. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk straight for days.

  The Orgasm Bandit

  Shaquanda felt hot in the suddenly claustrophobic room. It was becoming increasingly difficult to catch her breath. Her stomach was so tight and her pussy needed attention. Looking around the room she was sure the students could smell her pussy juices.

  ‘Be right back,’ she breathed out before running out of the room to relieve herself in the ladies’ room. Chase smiled.

  With shaking hands, Shaquanda took the notes out of her purse, un-crumpled them and read them for the hundredth time. She didn’t know why. She had the damn things memorised. Her stomach knotted nervously and her pussy throbbed anxiously awaiting her decision.

  Should I? She thought, biting her lips. It could be a joke. It could be real.

  She could barely hold the phone, much less dial, her fingers were trembling so much. She inhaled sharply. It was ringing! It wasn’t a fake number.

  Slow down, girl, she told herself. Just because it’s ringing doesn’t mean it’s legit. Homeboy could have copied the number out of the Yellow Pages.

  ‘Hello?’ A man’s lyrical tenor answered.

  Shaquanda froze. He sounded young. Way young. A lot younger than her. Like one of her students.

  ‘Hello?’ Chase asked again.

  Slamming down the phone Shaquanda kicked herself. Damn it! He sounded hot. Young guys were supposed to have stamina too. She had heard they could fuck for days. Or at least that’s the bragging she always heard from her students.

  Chase looked at the phone, eyebrows raised. He had been hoping it was Shaquanda.

  Must have been a crank call, he thought.

  Setting the phone down he walked back to the bathroom to resume his shower when the phone rang again. Turning, he dashed down the hall, slipping several times on the wet tiles.

  ‘Whoa!’ He cried out as his feet shot out from under him and his bare ass hit the tile floor hard. Standing, he rubbed his bruised cheeks, picked up the phone and answered.

  ‘Hello?’ He asked in his most cool sounding voice.

  Shaquanda tried to answer but she had forgotten how to speak. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she closed her eyes and concentrated with all her might.

  ‘Hi,’ she finally managed to squeak out. ‘My name is Shaquanda. This is going to sound weird but, by chance, am I speaking to the Orgasm Bandit?’

  Chase’s smile was so wide it nearly fell off his face. She had called!

  ‘This is the Orgasm Bandit,’ he answered as his cock grew semi-hard. Absentmindedly his hand crept down and gently stroked his dark pink mushroom head.

  ‘You left me a note at the restaurant today and in my classroom,’ Shaquanda said. ‘I ... I’d like to take you up on your offer.’

  Yes! Chase silently pumped the air.

  ‘Of course,’ he said doing his best to sound suave as if he received calls like this all the time. ‘When would you like me to overload your body with passion? When do you want me to fuck your pussy until you beg me for mercy?’

  His words made her pussy wet and her knees weak. She had to clutch the sofa to keep from fainting. She could feel her lace panties moisten at the thought of the Orgasm Bandit’s dick lodged deep inside her, slick with her pussy juice as she squirted over and over, drenching his body.

  ‘As soon as possible,’ she answered hoping that didn’t make her sound like too big a slut.

  ‘Tonight,’ Chase offered.

  Shaquanda gulped. This was it. Now or never. Dare she take the plunge or remain unsatisfied for the rest of her life.

  ‘Sounds good,’ she said giving Chase the address to her apartment.

  ‘I’ll be there at midnight,’ Chase promised. ‘The witching hour. Leave the door unlocked. Be in the bed and naked.’

  Shaquanda smiled wantonly. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would do something like this! Rushing into the bathroom she took a long hot bath. Her hands lightly fingered her pussy in anticipation. She prayed midnight would arrive soon.

  Like a thief, Chase tiptoed through the long hallway of Shaquanda’s apartment building. His senses were heightened, on the lookout for any late-night roamers. He had good reason not to want to be caught. Exce
pt for the black mask tied around his eyes, he was completely nude.

  Reaching Shaquanda’s apartment he gently opened the door and crept inside. The apartment was dark. Slowly he made his way down the hall looking for the bedroom. Coming to a door at the end of the hall, he peeked inside.

  Inside several candles had been lit. Their orange flames danced softly creating voyeuristic dark shadows on the walls and ceilings. Shaquanda was lying on the bed, facing the door. She was completely nude.

  At the sight of her, Chase’s cock came alive. She was even hotter without clothes. Her body was full and curvy. Her breasts nice and plump. He couldn’t wait to bury his face in them. The dark curly hair covering her ripe pussy was nicely trimmed in a neat inviting arrow shape, almost pointing the way to her most sacred opening.

  Opening the door, Chase walked in. Shaquanda smiled when she saw him. Her heart fluttered. He was young. Couldn’t be older than 20. And he was white. Shaquanda had never been with a white guy or a guy younger than her. She had always been curious though. She had always thought white boys were cute. Delicate. Innocent almost.

  ‘Hi,’ she said softly.

  Walking over to the bed, Chase took her hand and kissed her fingers.

  ‘Hello,’ he replied never taking his eyes off her.

  ‘I was worried you wouldn’t show,’ Shaquanda confessed.

  ‘The Orgasm Bandit never breaks a promise to a beautiful woman,’ Chase replied making her blush.

  ‘Do you want to take off the mask?’ She asked reaching for it.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ he said removing her hands and gently massaging her knuckles. ‘A bandit never reveals his true identity.’

  Shaquanda giggled. He was really sweet. And cute. She liked him a lot and couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside her pussy. She just hoped he could live up to the hype. She really wanted to come.