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 monogamy. 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 d
oing 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.
Kevin laughed, and said he was glad to receive such a warm reception from someone, because up to this point he'd felt pretty unwelcome by the rest of his new neighbors. She said yeah, they could all be real bitches and sons of bitches sometimes, respective to their gender, and he laughed, and she said she was sure it would get better once his other friends came along to stay. He said yeah, but it would be another few weeks yet, and things would be pretty lonely around here until then.
She smiled at him, and then played her hand. “I definitely wouldn't mind keeping you company until then...”
His jaw fell slightly agape at this, and she knew it was having its intended effect upon the lad.
“Wh- I- Are you- Are you saying what I think you're saying?”
“That depends...” she said cryptically, floating toward him like a ghost, her eyes locked on his cowering gaze. “Would you want me to be?”
“Wh- I- I- I-”
But she silenced his stammering for him, having clearly been given the answer she was looking for. She pressed her lips into his, sucking him tenderly into quietness, tasting his young, fresh, gentle flavor, so that when she pulled away he was standing there slack jawed, a little bubble of drool inflating from his stunned lips, and his eyes looking as though he'd just had his lights punched out.
“I'm taking the lump I felt in your pants as I was kissing you to be a yes...”
But this time it was him that was the silencer, as he pounced upon his cougar of a houseguest with the aim of devouring her, his lips suctioning onto hers with about ten times the ferocity with which she'd locked onto his, the two of them melting together, their lips squirming and distorting and reshaping onto one another, their tongues lapping and lashing and licking, aiming to gag one another as they reached their pink meaty appendages into one another's throats, saliva flowing from mouth to mouth to mouth-.
For all his masculinity he was still a little bit shy around such a mature woman, and she loved being able to dominate the little bastard, pulling him deeper into herself any time he tried to worm slightly away, grabbing him by the ass and pulling the emerging nub of his boner into her waist, so that she sighed with passion at the exquisite contact.
She pressed her own body into him, let her breasts pool up against his chest as the two of them kissed, so that sweat began to percolate through his shirt, and it soaked into her blouse, their heads swimming in a moist, sticky humidity that made them both just a little bit dizzy.
After some time they pulled themselves apart, staring viciously into one another's eyes, their heated breath blowing from mouth to mouth as each waited for the next move, which turned out to be Karen hooking her fingers into the hem of his shirt, then pulling it up along his form, the palms of her hands rubbing along his body as her fingers roved upward, stripping him to his naked sweaty torso, and casting the shirt to the floor. Her hands trickled along his body like water, feeling out the luscious contours of his chest, the sculpted pecs, the chiseled six pack abdominals, the carved V-line of his Adonis muscles, pointing like an arrow to his treasure down below- not that she needed any help finding it, of course, but she followed its direction to his erection all the same.
She hunkered down to her knees, and he loved her little lad's nervous quivering as she reached up to him for the brass buckle of his belt, sliding the leather strap through the loop of his jeans and then casting it to the floor. She intentionally grazed his erection with her hands as she unbuttoned him and unzipped his fly, then wriggled him slightly out of his pants- not completely, however. She was in the mood to get dirty, and somehow only partially undressing during the ordeal felt even more steamy and erotic than it already was. She pulled the jeans only to his thighs, and then reached up to the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down as well, his fair sized penis bouncing out with the pulling of the elastic, so that it swayed like a tree branch in the air, waving a gentle hello, beckoning her to come closer, closer, closer...
She gladly obliged.
The kid shuddered as Karen's lips dissolved around the bulbous purple head of his erection, and then slowly proceeded to melt down along its structure, the tongue lapping along the veiny underside of his shaft, soaking him in inch by inch by inch, until at long, long last she pressed down against the curly black fuzz of his pubic hair, and she loved hearing him sigh as his cock tapped down at the back of her throat.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddd...”
She started to suck, pulling back her head, building up an intense, hot suction, and then pushing back toward his base, letting the cool air puff around his shaft as it displaced between her cheeks, slowly, very slowly, innnnnn, outttttttt, innnnnn, outttttttt, innnnnn, outttttttt, gradually working her way up to a loving, rhythmic bob, making slight gulping noises as she struggled to ingest his cock, “Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug,” coating his erect penis with a gooey mixture of saliva and the mucus being gaged up from her throat around him, dribbling out of her mouth through the corners of a lips and oozing sensually down along her chin. Kevin, of course, loved this, and it was at this point that he placed a hand on the back of her nodding head, controlling her by the hair, forcing her to bob faster and faster and faster and deeper and deeper and deeper into him, a rate so intense that it would have been too much for her if she was a less experienced fellatiest than she was, though with the number of cocks she'd sucked over the years, this was nothing. She was sure he thought he was really giving it to her good though, that for any other girl his age this would be quite a thing to try and handle, and so she carried out a tortured performance for his amusement, pretending to be overwhelmed, forced tears trickling down her cheeks as she sucked him off, and she acted as though she was gagging as he slammed her as hard as he could into his pelvis, holding her pretty little head in place for several seconds before releasing her- in reality her gag reflex had more or less died out around the time of the dinosaurs, but she didn't mind fabricating a few dry heaves if it helped him get off at her expense.
At long last he released her, and she actually did choke a little bit as she sucked in some of the gooey sticky mess of saliva and mucus he'd worked up from her throat. He asked her naively if she was alright, and she grinned, licking the excess fluids from her lips like the cougar she was- choking was another quite basic sexual act she knew as well as the back of her hand.
“Shut up and lay down,” she commanded.
He obeyed, struggling a little bit not to trip over his wadded up jeans and boxers as he laid down ass down on the floor, waiting for the next step in his lovely neighbor's seduction.
She hooked her fingers into the hem of her blouse and peeled it off up over her head, her breasts jiggling pleasantly with the removal of the fabric, and he stared in awe at her immaculate breasts through the skimpy fabric of her bra. From here she slid out of her pants like a snake sheds its skin, so that she loomed over him in nothing but the bra and her scandalously skimpy black thong. He wanted to see more of her- more, more, so much more, she knew, but she decided to torture the poor boy, as part of her means of sexing it up by not undressing completely. She simply moved the thin strap of the thong from her vajayjay to allow it clearance, and she lowered her body gently down onto him, the soft fleshy lips of her pussy swallowing his erection whole as she sat down on his waist, pressing into her inch by inch by agonizing i
nch, and she whimpered girlishly as he at last touched down inside her, and the overeager expression on his darling little face at that moment was almost too priceless to endure. Suddenly, though, a shadow of doubt came washing over him, and his grin turned into a frightened frown.
“What's a matter sweetheart?” she asked, wanting to resolve whatever it was before she began.
“I- Well- I just, uh... Not too many girls let me in bareback... I'm not gonna like... Get you pregnant or anything am I?”
She exhaled a subtle, womanly laugh, and a wry grin spread across her face at the question. “Honey, being my age is about the best form of birth control you can ask for...”
And from here, Kevin relaxed, and Karen proceeded with the matter at hand, rocking her pelvis back and forth on top of his body, grinding her tight wet pussy into his flesh, smearing the lips around and around and around as she writhed atop his body, her torso wriggling like a snakes, until after some time of this she leaned her spine down toward him, leaning her arms on his slick, muscular chest for support, and began slamming her pussy up and down and up and down on top of him, their slick skin slapping together in short, quick, supersonic bursts, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, her tits jiggling madly in their holsters as she fucked him, his cock digging so hard and so deep into her that she thought he might come popping out the top, thrusting and pumping and humping and grinding, the two of them moaning in unison, letting out largely indecipherable chains of explatives, “Oh shit oh God oh fuck oh shit oh damn oh God oh fuck oh hell oh shit oh God oh fuck oh fuck oh FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”
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