The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  I put my hand on the back of her head at some point, forcing her along faster, and she looked up at me, her cheeks sucked in around my cock, and flashed me a silent smile with her eyes, as though to say, Your wish is my command..

  After some time, my cock brimming on the edge of orgasm, she pulled off, releasing a big gush of cool air with a loud POP as she suctioned away, and making me shudder.

  “Why don't you lie down, sweetie?” she asked, giving me that evil, horrible, wonderful grin, as she reached down to the waistline of her lacy black panties, hooking her fingers into them, and curling them slowly off of her form, pulling them down along her thighs, to her knees, allowing me to help pull them off of her ankles for her, and tossing them over the side of the bed.

  Then I laid down, as instructed, my body braced, trembling with anticipation and anxiety and arousal and... And... Fuck!

  She crawled sensually over to me, slinking like a tiger toward its prey- or a cougar, more appropriately, licking her lips, preparing to devour me, and me just surrendering myself, waiting for it to happen, wanting it, wanting it, wanting it, oh God, oh God, oh God...

  She sat down on my pelvis, straddling me, peering into my eyes, and she lifted her body up off of me.

  10... 9... 8...

  She worked up a generous amount of saliva from her throat and spit it in a big clear glob onto the palm of her hand.

  7... 6... 5...

  She reached down between her thighs, and rubbed the frothy suds of her spit all over her tight, pink gash.

  4...3...

  She seized hold of my erection, standing it vertically upright with her wrist.

  2...1...

  She lowered herself down...

  LIFTOFF!

  The lips of her vagina dissolved around my erection, my shaft sinking slowly into her body like a sword, cleaving her in two, pulling slowly to a rest inside her like a train into a station, and at last coming to a halt, resting inside that warm, glorious place, heated and delicate and perfect beyond comparison, making me cringe with excitement, burning for its perfection, everything about it more wonderful and more intoxicating than anything I could have imagined.

  She tore into my, slithering all around me, wriggling and jiggling and wiggling and rocking and socking and knocking, her taut abdomen gyrating, her tits bouncing as she hopped up and down onto my pelvis, our wet, sweaty skin slapping together in loud, supersonic bursts, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, just as it had on all that abundance of porn I'd watched over the years, the suction and release a thing of supreme beauty as she pounded into me, moaning like a bitch as she moved, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...”, grinding her pussy around and around, stretching the skin around the girth of my erection, our bodies shaking, trembling, readying ourselves to fall over the edge with climax, when-

  WHAM!

  With one final, incredible burst she smacked her body into mine, holding herself in place, and never letting go, our bodies melding together as one, mutually exploding with the intense pangs of orgasms, my cock bursting forth, ejaculating into the narrow pink tunnel of her body in long, hot, sticky cords, banding through the air and swirling around inside her, coating her insides, so thick and so abundant that it came spilling back out of her just as quickly as it could enter, flushing back down along the shaft of my penis and dribbling back down onto my pelvis, and her screaming all the while, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh GODDDDDDD!”

  She collapsed.

  Still convulsing with the aftershocks of orgasm she heaved her sweaty body onto mine, practically landing with a fucking splash, and the two of us lay there, entwined in the sticky, splendorous mess of the afterglow, kissing and licking and trying to catch our breath.

  “I always knew you were a bit of a mama's boy,” she said, with her last waking breath, and the two of us fell almost instantly asleep in one another's arms.

  THE END

  Go Cougars

  One

  Karen didn't much care for the neighborhood where she lived. She would never have voluntarily arrived here if she could have avoided it- it was like she'd somehow skipped the entire middle portion of her life and stepped straight into old age, and was now living in some sort of retirement village in Florida. It wasn't at all what she'd envisioned for herself when she'd moved here. What had she envisioned? Sure as hell not this...

  Everyone there seemed to just sort of hate everything. She was surrounded by ancient old men and women who had lived long enough that, even in their states of relative comfort and safety, they'd decided there was nothing all that likable to the concept of existing, nor should anyone around them derive any pleasure whatsoever from the fact of their presence on the Earth. Hell, some of them weren't even old- some of them were her age, and had apparently given up on their lives having any flavor whatsoever. There was one rich couple in their fucking twenties who scowled any time they detected any semblance of human happiness in their vicinity- they scowled at children as they passed, they despised music aside from classical, and this only when they were hosting a party. They ate food that was completely devoid of any taste whatsoever. They were, in essence, completely and utterly flavorless people.

  Karen wasn't like that.

  That is, Karen wasn't flavorless. Not by a long shot.

  Now in her forties, Karen enjoyed a far greater zest for life than ever, and was savoring this stage of her life for what it was. She didn't like to think of it as a time for last hoorahs, as this implied she had imminent plans to slow down in the near future. She didn't, not by a long shot, but realistically she knew that what one plans with their life doesn't always equate to what actually happens. Not by a long shot.

  So, Karen was living like there was no more tomorrow, as though this was the last opportunity she would have to sow her wild oats before the winter came, and if she didn't seize the day now she'd be confronting the rapidly approaching nightfall before she knew it.

  It amused her to think about this, but Karen supposed she could be considered to be something of a cougar...

  In essence, despite her age, and despite being post-menopausal, she had something of a taste for young, fresh, tender meat... She frequently picked up guys at bars who were ten, fifteen, even twenty years her junior- she was reluctant to actually bring them home with her. It was entirely within her rights to do so, of course, but she knew things would not bode well with her neighbors when they discovered her bringing home and bedding younger men left and right. Hell, she was pretty sure they didn't even approve of the idea of sex in general, and she saw them giving her disapproving looks any time she came home from one of her overnight stays at the homes of her many young pups...

  It wasn't so much that she gave a flying fuck about their opinions- she was just acutely aware that they had the capacity to make her life a living hell if she gave them the opportunity.

  So, she did her best to enjoy what she could, savoring her overnight stays as a chance to enjoy her waning days of casual, no strings sexuality, teaching young whippersnappers how to snap her with their whippers in ways they'd never before experienced in their sexual naivety. Her primary weapon as a cougar was her capacity to amaze her cubs with new, foreign, and unexplored techniques she'd pioneered in her additional years of erotic trailblazing, tricks as dirty and as kinky as anything you might hope to find in the seediest chapters of the Karma Sutra. She absolutely loved the way she'd retained her immense sexual prowess so long into her life, when the sexless little prudes all around her seemed never to have had any spark in their lives at all, or if they had they'd died out many, many moons and menstrual cycles ago.

  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 assho
les 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 doing 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 hous
eful 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.