Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  And WHAM!

  They were both shrieking by the time she slammed herself at full blast into him, holding herself in place, and their bodies lighting up like wildfires, the ejaculate bursting in hot, sticky torrents of semen from the engorged tip of his erect penis, shooting in long, quick bursts up the pink meaty tunnel of her vagina like a fountain, hitting internal walls, but then almost immediately seeping back down, gushing down through her, the semen so thick and so abundant that it coated the entire girth and length of his cock and just kept cumming, spilling back out of her vagina onto his body, sloshing up into a tangled mess in his pubic hair- and meanwhile, Karen herself was so overwhelmed with orgasm that her entire raptured body shook as though gripped with seizure, the room going blank in her mind's eye as the pleasure ripped through her like a whirlwind, tearing apart the foundations of her mind and leaving it a blank slate, so that all that was left when the dust settled was pure, absolute, unadulterated, and barely legal pleasure.

  What a delightful way to get acquainted with a new neighbor, she thought, as she collapsed onto his sweaty, heaving body, and the two of them rolled around on the floor kissing, basking in the lightheaded afterglow of their marvelous physical adventure together.

  Three

  Karen and Kevin pursued their taboo relationship for about three weeks in this manner, humping one another's lights out almost every night in the rented house, and savoring every last waking moment of one another's erotically charged company. They did things to one another's bodies that shouldn't even be allowed in print, so I'm not going to say what they were. But damn, were they nasty...

  Any time a nosy neighbor snooped around and noticed Karen going over there every fucking night to screw the new barely legal neighbor, she would just bullshit her way out of it by saying something like, “Poor boy doesn't even have anyone to make him a home cooked meal every night,” and immediately continued on her way. She was pretty sure that their screams of passion made their nightly exscrewsions abundantly transparent to the entire neighborhood, but at this point, she decided she didn't really give a flying fuck who knew. She was happier in this shitty little place than she'd ever been, and she didn't care who the hell knew it. Fuck, she was happy for the fact that she was bothering them all so much, and the fact that her joy gave them sorrow made it all that much more worth savoring.

  Inevitably, though, it had to come to an end. At the end of those sweet, blissful weeks, Kevin announced to her that things could no longer to continue in the manner they had up to that point, due to the imminent arrival of his six other housemates. He said he'd enjoyed this time they'd spent together more than any other in his life, and then he let her peg him up the asshole with a strap-on dildo for old time's sake.

  Karen's bed felt unbelievably cold that night as she slept alone for the first time in all those weeks, and she drifted off sadly into a dreamless sleep only to wake up shortly thereafter for the remainder of the night, contemplating how lonely she felt without Kevin.

  She'd just gotten so used to the little bastard...

  And then the rest of his housemates moved in, and she knew it wasn't going to last for long...

  Now that there were seven rowdy college students living next door to her easily annoyed neighbors instead of one relatively quiet one, she knew full well that it would only be a matter of time before asses would be kicked and heads would roll. This particular group of testosterone-fueled males were as noisy and rude and disruptive and disrespectful as any, and even Karen had to admit despite their success in annoying her neighbors that their bullshit was beginning to grate on her nerves.

  Music blared from the house at nearly all hours of the night, well into the early hours of the morning, at which point it shut off for about seven hours before resuming at full volume once more at around noon the next day. Half a dozen different girls could be seen making their respective walks of shame from the house on any given morning, some of them talking loudly about all the good sex they'd had the previous night with one another, discussing lengths and girths and endurance. There was almost always an excessive quantity of garbage littering their lawn, which they also didn't ever mow, and at one point a rival group of students had snuck to the house in the middle of the night and toilet papered their property- this didn't get cleaned up, either, until one of Karen's elderly neighbors got sick of seeing it fluttering in the breeze from trees in the yard, and volunteered to clean up the mess himself.

  The final straw came when someone spray painted “GO COUGARS!” in red in the grass of the front lawn, and the surrounding neighbors decided they were fed up with their new neighbors' bullshit.

  It came as no surprised to Karen when she learned that several of her snootiest neighbors had organized a secret meeting/bull session to confront the problem of the pesky college kids; however, it did come as a bit of a shock when they asked her to be in attendance. She was well aware that the neighbors hated her and her wild ways, and under any sort of normal circumstances would never really care all that much to have her involved in their affairs by any means whatsoever. But, she supposed this probably constituted a “The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend” scenario, so she supposed they'd set aside her hatred of her for the time being in order to best serve the universal hatred of the neighborhood.

  They hadn't, of course.

  When she showed up at the meeting, it was like no one seemed to acknowledge her presence as she sat there, listening to the men and women around her bitch and complain about the many trespasses of their pesky new neighbors.

  “I haven't been able to sleep for a week with all that racket!”

  “One of them ran over my cat!”

  “I politely asked one of them to turn it down once in a while, and the next morning I woke up to a bag of poop on my front stoop!”

  Their trials and tribulations shouldn't have amused Karen as much as they did- after all, she was in the same exact boat as most of them, miserable from the constant hum of hormone crazed life, but she couldn't help but laugh internally at the ironic hilarity of such an uptight group of prudes being subjected to such silly and obnoxious antics.

  She was just trying to suppress a chuckle about the situation when suddenly, and quite surprisingly, she was caught off guard as the conversation turned to her.

  She composed herself as best she could, as it was explained to her why she'd been invited to this little intervention of theirs. They told her they were aware that she had something of a special... “Motherly” relationship with one of the students there, and that perhaps her connection to Kevin could be exploited as leverage to get them to tame themselves down a peg or two or three.

  Karen smiled at this. Their need to call it a “motherly” relationship instead of calling it what it truly was let her know that they really knew what it was, and that furthermore they were disgusted by it. Yet, here they were asking her to exploit the thing they hated so much for their benefit, and again she couldn't help but bask in the ironic glow. She could have had them begging if she wanted to, she thought, but she decided to play her cards close. After all, she honestly didn't know whether she could even do as much good as they were asking her to- was an eighteen year old muscle man who'd fucked her in about as many humiliating ways as one could imagine in three weeks going to suddenly take motherly advice from her?

  She leaned back in her chair, smiling, and said she would see what she could do...

  Four

  She went over to the house and knocked on the door, and was greeted by a strapping young black lad, even taller and perhaps more muscular than Kevin, looking down at her like a human being stares down at an ant.

  “Can I help you?” he asked, a smile creaking across his lips as his eyes roved around her body, mentally undressing her, she could tell, and immediately felt herself growing moist with arousal.

  “Umm... Yeeeeah... Is... Um... Kevin home?” It occurred to her for the first that outside the context of their first few private weeks, there was probably very little li
kelihood that Kevin had kept their affair secret. Actually, it was probably a fair enough assumption that he'd bragged copiously about the excessive things he'd done to the next-door cougar's taut, middle-aged body to everyone in the house, and they'd long since discussed the affair in explicit detail.

  She couldn't tell whether she should feel more humiliated or turned on by this fact, but from the way this guy was making eyes at her, and from the way she could notice his erection bobbing to life through the denim of his jeans, she had a feeling that Kevin's loose lips about her own loose morals might very much play to her benefit...

  “Yup, he's in here,” he said, pointing her inside with one of those mammoth arms of his, and she stepped past him- he didn't move out of the way as she stepped into the house, so their bodies brushed together, and his erection sensually grazed her thigh as she passed.

  As she stepped into the living room, the smell of marijuana wafted into her nostrils, and she couldn't help but notice the ridiculous flock of beer bottles littering the floor. The boys all cheered as she stepped into the room, turning from the television that three of them were using to play a multiplayer video game, whistling and catcalling her, making it abundantly clear that Kevin had told them everything.

  “Oh hey, Miss Smith,” said Kevin himself, stepping over to her, with a mischievous, kinky look in his eyes.

  “Um... Hey, Kevin... Boy, I wished I'd have known I would get such a warm reception coming over here, I would have stopped by a long time ago...”

  Kevin grinned. “Yeah... Let's just say you have something of a reputation with the guys around here...”

  Karen smiled, feeling lightheaded, wondering if it was the smoke or the taboo circumstance, or probably both.

  “Well, um... I wish I was here under happier pretenses, but uh... The rest of the neighborhood has been a little bit cranky with the noise and everything since you guys moved in. I don't mean to piss on your parade or anything, but they kinda sent me along as an ambassador to see if you might tone it down a little bit...”

  The entire room was now giving its attention to her, seemingly transfixed by the sudden appearance of such a mature woman among their ranks, and the guys who hadn't even been there at the time suddenly appeared in the doorways. She couldn't be sure, but she had an eerie feeling that all seven of them were sort of closing in their ranks around her like a knot as she spoke...

  “Is that so?” said Kevin, moving in closer to her, and she felt herself burning between the legs, and her face going hot with anticipation. “Well, I'd say they sent the right person to convince us then... And we'll gladly accommodate you... But well, see, my friends here and I have been having a bit of a discussion about you as well... You’re such a nice woman, and we thought maybe you wouldn't mind having a little fun with us? All of us?”

  Holy hell...

  This was the sort of thing she could tell had been on their minds, but that she didn't actually imagine would ever make it past their lips into speech.

  “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” she stammered, but of course she couldn't resist an offer like that, and nearly the instant the word “Yes” passed through her lips they were swarming her like a pack of dogs attacking a slab of meat.

  Her head was spinning, the bodies flowing around her like mad, each scrambling for their piece of the action, strange hands trickling along the contours of her body, grabbing at her tits, pinching her plump ass, lips pressing up against her face, her neck, her fucking thighs, tongues rolling into her mouth...

  She felt them beginning to peel her out of her clothes like a fucking banana, hands tearing at the fabric, destroying her blouse as they ripped it off of her torso, slick with sweat from the intense proximity with seven goddamn testosterone-fueled monsters, and burning with desire as the laced their fingers into her skirt, pulling it down along her wet thighs, until she was at last down to nothing but her lacy black bra and panties, hot and ready and vulnerable, aroused beyond belief but scared shitless at the intense prospect of what was about to happen, her knees quaking, her pussy clenching as though nervous for the oncoming challenge...

  And they peeled her out of her skimpy negligee, stripping her to her taut, glistening bare body, her tits blazing like flags in the wind, her nipples growing erect with arousal, and her cunt sparkling like a flowing river, ready and willing despite her hesitance.

  The men plowed up to her, so abundant in their quantities that she occasionally lost track of who the hell was doing what with her. She kept finding herself looking around for Kevin, the one familiar face, as well as the black guy from the front door, thinking it would provide her at least some semblance of a landmark to focus on as the bodies swarmed around and around her body. One of them stood behind her, pulling her body into him from the front, and grinding his huge cock in-between the cheeks of her ass, not penetrating her, but digging up and down, up and down, up and down inside the narrow black sliver of her ass crack. In front of her, someone was kneeling down and had his head between her thighs, bobbing as he lapped up her sopping wet gash with his tongue, tumbling in hot, wet circles, tracing out shapes, twiddling on her clit, making her burn uncontrollably with his efforts. Two additional man were clamped onto her nipples, their lips suctioned onto each of her tits as though suckling on their MILF for nourishment, nursing, in essence, and she whimpered with delight, scarcely even comprehending how the hell this was happening, how the hell she'd been so lucky, and how the fuck she was going to survive the ordeal when it was all said and done. She sighed yet again when she felt a fifth figure leeching onto the side of her neck, nibbling up and down, biting her, giving her God only knew how many hickeys, his tongue sliding around her as he leaned in from behind and kissed her on the lips, his hot breath blowing into her mouth, making her shudder, her body pouring with torrents of perspiration, slick and sliding and oiled up, yet not even beginning to break the surface of what was to come.

  Soon, she was on the floor. Or rather, she was on a man on the floor. Kevin, actually, back to where she'd begun, her tits pooling up on the strong, muscular torso, sliding around on his slick, sweaty body, as he slid his cock into her from below, the tender lips of her pussy dissolving around the engorged head of his erect penis, the shaft following along inside, cleaving her flesh apart like a spear, climbing in with mesmerizing slowness, inch by inch by agonizing inch, until at last he touched down to his base, and she lifted up slightly off of him to allow him some leverage. Their routine now familiar, he tore in almost instantly, thrusting his pelvis like mad, his cock slamming deep, deep, deep into her body, his testicles dribbling like basketballs with the intense force of this movements, slamming into her with the pummeling of his erection, shooting like a piston into a shaft into the wet, pink meat of her vag, jackhammering up into her deepest depths, pulling back out so far that he nearly extricated himself each time, only to come shooting right back in at full speed, again and again and again, their soaked bodies slapping together in short, quick, supersonic bursts, KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP, and Karen was screaming at the top of her lungs, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUUUUUCK!”

  She hit a mild climax after only a few seconds, the orgasm ripping through her body, causing her to convulse and writhe on top of her fucker's slapping body, and by the time he settled down beneath her she was panting for dear life, nearly exhausted, but far from finished.

  Now, it was time for the others to mount...

  ''HOLY... SHITTTTT... FUUUUUUUUCK!” she roared, as suddenly the curved, thick blade of a big black cock speared into the tight black asterisk of her clenched anus, sliding inch by inch by agonizing inch up the tight meaty tunnel of her ass, stretching out its circumference to an extent that was unbearable, making her body shake with pain, and the new penis grinding up against Kevin's through the layers of her flesh as it slid through the tortured meaty tunnel of her asshole. He started thrusting, pumping into her like a motherfucker, cruel, relentless, and overwhelming wonderful, jackhammering away at full blast, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, cram
ming into her deepest reaches, with Kevin still pummeling from beneath, her body bursting with pain and pleasure and every manipulation of the nerves imaginable, “Ohhhhhhh, fuck, ohhhhhhh, fuck, ohhhhhh, fuck...”

  Soon, though, they shut her up, as the third cock slithered into her body, plugging up her pretty little gullet, stuffing down into her throat as a means of silencing her fucking yapping. The cock plunged so far down into her throat she thought she might suffocate, choking on its immensity, fluids dredging up from her insides and coating the veiny thing with a sort of gross, sticky lubricant. The stranger hunkered over her face, bending across her body on his knees as he throat fucked her, his balls smacking her in the face as he pummeled her, the fluids gagging her nearly to death at this point, trickling out the corners of her lips, dribbling down her slutty little chin, making her face a gooey, ridiculous, beautiful mess, her eyelashes coated with globs of the sticky shit, tears rolling from the corners of her squinting eyes, her head spinning, the room spinning around and around and around above her agonized head-

  And then the orgasms came.

  The black ass fucker blasted her first, ejaculating a gross, steamy torrent of cum into her anus, hot, gnarly, sticky, and so thick and abundant that it came rolling back out of her bung just as quickly as it could enter, seeping out down her body and coating Kevin's thrusting cock and scrotum down below, spilling into her vagina- and this, in turn, setting poor young Kevin over the edge with an orgasm of his own, blasting into her cunt in long, quick, gooey spurts, cording through her and once again spilling back out of her body, oozing sensually from her vagina, and dripping onto the floor.

  Finally, the face fucker discharged, his load overwhelming her, choking her so that snot and mucus and semen all came bubbling out her nose, curdling from her lips, seeping down her chin onto Kevin's face below her, his mouth open to catch the falling semen, his tongue darting as each drop landed.