Let's Swing

by Piquette Fontaine

  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 inch, 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 s
lapping 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!”

  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 likelihood 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.