Scott reconnects with his sexy older neighbor, who brings along a hot new friend to their risqué reunion.

During Spring Break, I went back home instead of going to the beach like so many of my classmates. My folks decided to have a party while I was there and invited most of the neighbors. 

I’d been told Rose would be attending, which piqued my interest. Of all the girls I’d dated at college, not one of them could hold a candle to Rose, the married cougar who lived across the street.

She and I had messed around with one another before I’d left for college. She was in her mid-40s and had the kind of body that only improved with age: more muscle, less fat and a better tan. She was hot — and she knew it. 

Several days a week during my last semester of high school, I worked at a part-time job after going to classes until midafternoon. Additionally, every so often, Rose would have me come over and do odd jobs if her husband, Roger, was not around.

She was always dressed to kill, and everything about her radiated sex. She had short brown hair, blue eyes and full lips, and her body was sublime — exquisitely firm yet shapely. In the summer, she’d often wear white short shorts, showing off the beautiful legs she maintained with hours of yoga and Pilates. She never wore panties, so I could always discern a noticeable hint of her slit as her tight shorts got jammed up into her crotch.

Fortunately, I could see her home’s front door from my room across the street. I’d linger at my windowsill after the mail carrier’s arrival, just to see her jog up to the mailbox and fetch the mail. Since that was usually her pool time, she’d often wear a skimpy bikini that allowed her full breasts to bounce enticingly as she ran up the walk. After catching a glimpse of her bronzed flesh, I’d lean back, stroking my cock and wishing for the chance to get her alone — and one day I finally did.

I’d shown up a bit early one day when she was home alone and had asked me over to do a simple home repair. But before I could get started on my task, she’d asked me for another favor.

“Of course, I’m here to help,” I said, following her without question.

I walked a few paced behind her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was wearing a formfitting, short blue dress that made my mouth water. Her stride was controlled, determined and confident. I was mesmerized.

In the master bedroom, she opened the closet door and pointed, asking me to get a pair of shoes from the top shelf.

“I just can’t reach them on my own. Here, I’ll show you.”

I must have had a look of disbelief on my face because she pursed her lips, gave me a wink and proceeded to climb the ladder. At first, I assumed she was just trying to point out which shoes she desired. I was wrong.

At the top of the ladder, she reached out as far as she could, but the box was just out of her reach. But my eyes didn’t linger long on her outstretched arm because I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. Her cunt was right there, mere feet from my face. There was no G-string to be had, no silk or satin or cotton. My eyes drank in the sight of her naked ass and exposed pussy. There appeared to be a small tuft of brown hair covering her mound, but the rest of her slit was as smooth as her legs. She had thick, full cunt lips that looked like a split-open piece of meaty fruit. In my mind, I imagined letting my tongue explore her folds while she held my head in place.

“See?” she asked.

I thought the word “yes” and tried to say it, but nothing came out. So I nodded in response.

“You’re so much taller than me. You should be able to reach them. Usually Roger would get them for me, but he’s not here.”

She descended, smiling knowingly at me. I got on the ladder, scampered up and quickly grabbed the shoes. As I was coming back down, I felt her hands on either side of my waist.

“I don’t want you to fall,” she said, her voice filled with false concern.

I felt her fingers wandering, stroking over my abs, which had tensed upon her touch. Once I was back on the floor, I handed her the shoebox, and from it, she withdrew a pair of four-inch blue velvet pumps that matched her dress.

“Usually after Roger gets my shoes, I ask him how I look in my outfit, and depending on the answer… well… ” She smiled seductively, and I quickly realized what she was implying.

She stood there with her perfectly manicured fingers resting on her shapely hips, well aware that I knew her pussy was bare beneath her dress.

“But he’s not here, so I’ll have to ask you. How do I look?”

I took a breath and couldn’t think of what to say. She was unlike any other girl who’d ever come on to me in my mere 18 years. She was a real bona fide woman who had decades of sexual experience.

“You’re beautiful,” I responded, my dick stiffening as she moved to within a breath of me. She stood so close, I could smell her — could feel the heat of her.

“Good answer.”

In a flash, her hands unbuttoned my pants and she slipped a hand around my steely cock. Her fingers were soft and warm against my hardness, and she gripped me with lustful intent.

She squatted down before me, her short dress riding high on her thighs. I could smell the scent of her aroused sex, pungent and musky. One of her hands cupped my balls, while the other reached down to rub her clit.

“I’ve been watching you from my bedroom window, Scott. You mowing the yard without a shirt on. I’ve always wanted to suck you off.”

With that, she gripped me at my base and enveloped my cock with her hot, wet mouth. I groaned, not believing that this hot, older woman was actually blowing me.

She started on my cockhead with a gentle, constant pressure and then swallowed me completely until I felt the tip of my dick deep in her throat. Her tongue roamed the underside of my shaft until it hit the base, teasing me there with ticklish flicks. She totally devoured me like she hadn’t had a cock in months. She moaned, and the deep rumble of her voice helped stoke my passion. She looked up at me, her eyes intense and hungry. The sight of her, combined with her oral skills, made me come in her mouth. She groaned as she swallowed my load, fingering herself frantically and making herself climax seconds after I did.

I could barely breathe as I heard the slightest hint of the garage door opening downstairs — Roger!

Rose gave me one last quick lick, tucked my spent cock back into my pants and offered me her juice-covered fingers to suckle, which I gladly did. She tasted pungent and sweet, and the flavor made me want her even more.

She ducked into the adjoining bathroom, and I panicked, realizing Roger could come upstairs at any second. There was only one way out, and by the time I was halfway across the bedroom, the door opened.

“I felt Rose’s deft hands exploring my exposed body and hard cock.”

“Hey, uh, Scott? What’re you doing here?” Roger asked, looking confused.

Just then, Rose came out of the bathroom.

“Thank you so much — you’ve fixed it! It works like a charm now.”

Roger looked confused. I must have, too.

“What works like a charm?” he asked.

“Oh, the toilet. It kept running, but Scott knew just how to tweak the flappy thingy.”

She was good; I’ll give her that.

“And then he was kind enough to get my shoes for me,” she added, pointing to her blue pumps. “You know I can’t reach that top shelf.”

Roger nodded in agreement. “Now that you’re all ready for dinner. Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm to his beautiful wife.

They walked downstairs as I followed, watching the gorgeous twitch of her ass as she descended the steps.

I told them I hoped they had a nice night out and headed home, feeling as if I’d had the most incredible wet dream. But it was all real.

Rose and I had carried on like that for several months before I’d left for college. But our affair was only oral. I’d never been allowed to plow her pussy.

The day before I left for campus, Rose and I had gone for a walk in the park. There was a retaining wall on the creek side of the path that hid us from the view of nearby neighbors. I offered to go down on her, but she insisted on giving me a good-bye blowjob that was so intense I nearly passed out from the pleasure.

That was the last time I’d seen her. So when I glanced out my window the night of the party and spotted her strolling arm-in-arm with a young woman on the walkway leading to my parents’ house, I felt my groin rumble with the memory of being thoroughly drained by her ravenous mouth.

I took a quick peek across the street, and I saw Roger locking up their home before casually making his way to the party by himself. I rushed downstairs to greet the women.

“She groaned as she swallowed my load, fingering herself frantically.”

“Scott, so good to see you,” said Rose cheerfully. “This is May — our new live-in nanny.”

Rose winked at me and motioned with her eyes to the young woman, as if to say, “She’s hot, yes?”

May held out her hand, which I shook gently to welcome her. I suddenly realized Rose was presenting her to me as a potential playmate! I didn’t really know what to say, so I just turned and watched as Rose and May walked over to say hello to my folks.

I made the rounds, greeting all and sundry, and chatted about goings-on at school with whomever seemed interested in such things. Roger was organizing a poker game that would stretch into the wee hours of the morning and asked if I wanted to join in, but I declined. He shrugged his shoulders and left, heading home to prep for his poker buddies.

I went out onto the patio to smoke a cigarette, and as soon as I’d lit up, May joined me.

She was beautiful — well-defined cheekbones, full lips and a body that knew how to move. She oozed sexual energy. I could tell from the way she’d interacted with Rose that they’d already tasted one another. I imagined Rose’s tanned, toned legs parted wide, her face twisted in utter ecstasy as she pinched her own nipples, while May ate her aroused pussy.

“So what corner of the world do you hail from?” I asked May.

“Give me one of those, and I’ll tell you,” she replied, nodding toward my smokes.

I offered her a cigarette and lit it.

“Maine,” she said, answering my question before knocking me for a loop with: “Rose tells me you have a handsome cock.”

I almost made a joke. But she looked serious, and I could tell I needed to get with the program — otherwise I might never see her naked. And, boy, did I want her naked.

She moved in closer, and I felt her hand on my cock, her fingers exploring my erection through my clothes. Her perfume smelled sweet and mingled with the cigarette smoke, creating a heady scent.

“You have a room here, yes?”

“Uh, yes,” I said. “I live here — at least sometimes.”

She pulled the cigarette out of my mouth, took a last drag from hers and stubbed them both out with a high-heeled foot.

“Show me,” she said, taking me by the hand.

By then the party was in full swing and everyone was too drunk to care where we were going. We slipped past everyone without raising an eyebrow.

As soon as I opened the door to my room, May was on me, her mouth mashing against mine. She was a fantastic kisser, too, moving slowly and deliberately, as if she’d been waiting her entire life to lock lips with me. Her body was slender and toned underneath her thin dress, and my hands roamed over her hips up to her full breasts. She turned, and I found her zipper, yanking it down quickly. The dress fell to the floor, and I saw she was sporting a pink G-string, the back strap of which was nestled between her shapely ass cheeks.

May turned back around and pushed me onto my knees in front of her. I could smell her aroused sex, my nose mere inches from her cunt. I breathed in her scent, wanting my cock bathed in her juices. I slid a hand up the inside of her thigh and felt her shudder. I felt the heat from her center more intensely as my hand crept closer to her pussy. I stroked her crotch, finding she was so excited, her panties were soaked. I slid off her G-string before she pulled me up to remove my shirt and pants. My cock was achingly hard, even before I felt her hand on me, pulling me toward the bed.

She sat on the mattress for a moment and looked me over. Her nipples were erect, and her smooth skin was perfection. I tangled my fingers in her black hair as she leaned toward me and enveloped my shaft with her mouth. She alternated long and slow licks and kisses with hard and intense suction, eerily similar to the way Rose had orally worshiped my cock. Just as I was starting to wonder if she and Rose had ever fucked Roger, the bedroom door opened.

Rose was standing there, lit from behind by the hallway light, her cocktail dress dangling from her finger. She was entirely nude but for her high heels.

May stood up, turning me around and pushing me down onto the bed, so I was on my back. Rose closed and locked the door a second before May straddled my face, her dripping pussy just inches from my mouth. She moved her hips back and forth in front of me, keeping her snatch at a distance. She cupped her tits, pinching her nipples and looking down into my eyes.

“I want your tongue,” she said

By then my mouth was watering for her.

May lowered herself until my lips were on her slit, and I could feel the heat emanating from her swollen pussy. Her honey was thick and seemed to ooze out of her in great luscious gobs the more she dropped her weight down onto my face. I felt Rose’s deft hands exploring my exposed body and hard cock with such attentiveness I could tell she’d missed me. 

My favorite cougar’s mouth found my dick, and as I ate May’s box, I hoped that night I’d finally get to experience Rose’s incredible pussy and give her an orgasm like no other. I lapped away at the nanny, while Rose continued to blow me. The suction of her mouth on my dick was unbelievable, and the way she fondled my balls sent tingles of pleasure up my spine. Without any warning, Rose took my cock deep, swallowing my shaft in its entirety. I ate May with more fervor, trying to hold on and not come too soon.

Losing myself in the moment, I surrendered to Rose’s expert mouth and suckled May’s clit in a tempting rhythm. The younger woman whimpered and shuddered, letting out a long groan as her orgasm broke and consumed her. She fell off to the side, and Rose pulled me up for a sticky kiss, pumping my spit-slick cock with her hand. I kissed her, letting her taste May on my lips.

I pulled back to look in her eyes, telling her I needed to be inside her pussy, and she smiled.

May was now watching us, idly stroking her snatch. Rose glanced at her, and May reclined on her back. Rose got on her knees and raised her taut ass in the air as her mouth found May’s dripping pussy. I watched Rose finger May and suck on her clit for several beautiful moments. Then I got behind her and brought my cock to the entrance of her pussy. Rose moaned, and I looked up to see May’s face was a mask of sheer ecstasy. The three of us were soon to be connected in one erotic circuit.

I felt the wet, welcoming heat of Rose’s sex as I advanced inside her.

“Oh, yes, Scott,” she moaned, raising her head from May’s slit. “Fuck my pussy.”

I pushed inside her, and Rose seemed to be savoring the sensation as much as me. She held herself perfectly still as I impaled her on my rod and began to ream her. I increased my pace pretty quickly, my breath ragged. I felt like I was quickly losing control.

“Don’t come too soon. May needs to feel your cock, too.”

It took a Herculean effort, but I managed to pull out of Rose. May positioned herself on her hands and knees, casting a sexy glance over her shoulder. She raised her ass up high in invitation, and I answered her call, sinking my dick into her cunt.

Rose scooted down so her face was directly underneath May’s pussy. I looked down in between deep strokes to see Rose admiring the view. Then she began to tongue May’s pussy as I fucked her, alternating between swabbing May’s clit and my pistoning cock. Rose stroked my balls as she did this, and I felt as though I might come at any moment.

Several minutes later, Rose urged me to withdraw from May by saying: “I want you to come inside me.”

May flipped over and began rubbing her clit while sharing kisses with Rose. Eager to get fucked again, Rose parted her legs to expose the tempting target of her pussy. I moved toward her as she broke from May’s lip-lock. I brought one of her feet to my mouth and tickled her toes with my tongue before draping her ankles over my shoulders. She watched my cock slide into her. Her tits jostled wildly with each of my plunging motions. I fucked her deeply and could feel her orgasm building inside her. The closer she came to climaxing, the tighter her pussy gripped me. After several minutes, she came with a long, slow, deep groan. Her pussy began spasming, and her body shook. Then I came hard inside her, releasing thick spurts of cream.

“May flipped over, rubbing her clit while sharing kisses with Rose.”

No sooner had I pulled out of Rose than May’s mouth was on me, slurping up the remnants of our combined juices.

“You two taste fantastic together!” May exclaimed.

Rose pulled her in for a sloppy kiss.

“Mmm… yes, we do,” she said.

Afterward, the three of us lay in my bed, sharing a cigarette. Then I watched as both women got up and dressed without a word. They each gave me a kiss before they left.

I rose from my bed and watched them walking across the street, holding hands.

I was already looking forward to summer.

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