Naughty Erotica
"Feeling Frisky" a sex story by Anna Karaleigh
Dear young man in apartment 5B,
This letter is attached to your door as a courtesy. I have been disturbed every Tuesday night by your antics. I do not care if you sully your reputation as a gentleman by inviting a new woman in your home every week. I do not care how inappropriate they may dress for this apartment complex. What does bother me is the noise. Obviously, I am not listening in on your romps but the fact is, the walls are very thin. Please, keep your raucous noise to a minimum so you do not inconvenience all your neighbors.
Sincerely,
A little old lady that lives in your building.
Ms. Victoria Pendleton used her shaky hand to place the note in the crease of the door. She tried to hide her giddy smile as she shuffled down the hallway. She didn’t move as fast as she used to and that thought sullied her good mood. At seventy-two years old, she could still beat that bitch Ms. Kingston to the best seat at the diner and reach the handsome mailman in time to watch his tight butt as he walked away. Still, age had not diminished her sex drive. Of course, she couldn’t talk to her kids or her friends about this, as it was improper and they wouldn’t understand.
She heard the familiar heavy steps. Occupant 5b was a personal trainer, and so easy on the eyes that she often caught herself staring blatantly. That would not do. A kind old lady did not ogle after young dicks; it was just beyond inappropriate. She giggled quietly and rushed into her door, leaving it open a smidge to see him. Tall, dark haired and built like a…well…a personal trainer. The muscles that man had gave her goose bumps. He grabbed the note off his door, and his eyes scanned over the words. She never did get to see what color they were; his body always ruled her attention. The young man laughed, shook his head and snorted.
She smirked, and her tired, old legs shuffled her to the bedroom where she laid on the bed. She unbuttoned as she heard his voice on the phone. It was Tuesday night. Hopefully her note would urge 5B and a companion to scream their pleasure. After all she didn’t hear as well as she used to and she was feeling mighty frisky.
***
“Hey baby.” Rick opened the door with a grin.
“Hey, hot stuff.”
Olivia was a dumb blonde, but she had great tits and didn’t mind the friends with benefits relationship. Tonight however, he planned to screw her insane. He wanted all the pain in the ass neighbors to know that he couldn’t care less about what they thought. That little old lady could go fuck herself. Rick grabbed Olivia by her ponytail and crashed his lips into hers. He devoured her, dominated by the kiss, which quickly turned into a wild collision on tongues.
“I’m going to make you scream tonight,” he said. He felt her shiver in anticipation. He left the door open about two inches, walked over to the windows and flung them wide. Rick even went so far as to open the balcony doors before facing his long time friend and lover.
“I do love to scream for you…” she murmured.
Her voice was the sexiest he’d ever heard. She sat on the couch; her smile purely wicked as he approached. Her mouth was cock level and he grabbed her hand, pushing her smaller palm against his bulge. It wasn’t long before she squeezed and excitedly licked her lips. Tonight however was not for a great blowjob, it was for the loudest…what did the old lady call it…romp. He leaned over and gripped Olivia’s shirt edge. He yanked the white silk right over her head and jerked her arms upward. Then, he threw the cloth across the room, and gazed at those breasts. She wore a white bra that was anything but tame. It had lace trim, swirls of gold fabric and strategically placed holes.
He grinned. “I really love your lingerie.” Her pretty pink tits were pressed through those holes. He could suck those buds for hours and tonight maybe he would. Rick pressed Olivia’s shoulders to the couch, straddled her legs, and wrapped his lips around her exposed bundle of nerves. Her eyes instantly closed. He crushed her nipple between tongue and the roof of his mouth, sucking as if his life depended on it.
“Rick,” she gasped and he sucked harder.
“Rick!”
His other hand slithered to her untouched nipple, and pinched the tip between his fingers. He pulled away as her moans became throaty cries. He stood, hauled her upward by her arms and spun her around. It took one tug for the button on her jeans to pop. The material landed silently around her ankles. Rick couldn’t help but laugh.
The woman was a walking lingerie ad. Under those demure jeans were white stockings and a gold colored thong that made his blood boil.
“Woman, you are a determent to sanity.” He wrapped his arms around her, grabbed her breasts as she giggled. When his solid erection pressed again her ass, she groaned. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Please…”
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He leaned closer, his lips against the outer shell of her ear. “I want you to scream for me first.” He pushed her over the couch, her pretty little ass in the air. The stockings had to go and he murmured a promise to buy her new ones. He gripped as much of the thin material in his fist as he could and jerked. The rip echoed and he hoped all the neighbors heard that sweet sound. Rick moved her thong aside, and rubbed a single finger over her shaved rear hole.
She shivered and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the couch. His middle finger dipped lower, pressed against the sensitive core. It took four short strokes and three fingers for her scream to resonate. Her pathway convulsed around his digits creating an exquisite feel that his cock craved.
“Oh please…”
She was still begging as he pulled his cock free; his pants fell down his legs and landed with the heavy thump from his belt. Her thong was a mere fraction of cloth that split when he yanked. She giggled, bending more so her pussy was accessible. The neighbors were going to love this. He gripped his thick cock in hand, stroked twice and aimed the angry head for her opening. He tried to slow his heartbeat, as he held his breath and slammed his seven inches right to her womb.
There was the scream he longed to hear.
Her pussy milked his cock as an orgasm rocked her. She kept pleading and begging. It was a major turn on. Rick fisted her silky locks, tugged enough to hurt but not give her a sore neck. His flat palm landed loudly against her bare ass check. He wanted louder, longer, and more intense.
“Scream for me, Olivia…” His thrusts were long, and demanding. Flesh slapped flesh, his palm landed more than once to redden her ass. She tightened her inner muscles and he used all his strength to keep from exploding inside her. He needed that one insane sound….
“Oh my God, Rick!” She screamed.
It could have been angels singing or the devils praise. All he knew was his balls tightened and his sperm shot out. It soaked her womb as he shouted, the groan deep yet audible. His body emptied, freed every drop of semen he accumulated for the week into her poor beautiful vagina. His lungs heaved and his heart beat wildly. Let the little old lady hear that.
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Ms. Victoria Pendleton smiled at the open window and the young man in apartment 5b who made her body hum. “Until next Tuesday, handsome.” Of course, she would need another rouse. Well, that didn’t matter. She became extremely cunning when she was feeling frisky.
Originally published February 2011