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turning my soccer MILF neighbour on

A true erotic story, some names changed to protect the horny.

· Erotica,Experience Report,Real Life,Kinks,Taboo

Obligatory Disclaimer

While this is in fact a true story with a couple of names or potentially identifying details tweaked, it is also an after-the-events recollection, so specifics like exact dialogue, precise moments and such are as accurately presented as my usually-spun memory permits, but in any event are accurate in spirit, if not to the letter. I took artistic liberties translating this from my recollections, run past my housemate to check whether he had anything to add but snide comments, to a story since while actually being ploughed, or licking a cute girl's booty I don't live in 'I said, as I...' or 'He replied, smirking...' (Though he smirks a lot.) So where this may seem more story than gritty detail, it's because it's detail merged into story.

A Little Background Information

I live with my housemate in a small, well, house in the suburbs of Montréal, Québec, Canada. Neither particularly upscale, nor seedy, it's a very ordinary neighbourhood with, as far as I knew, pretty ordinary neighbours.

As opposed to the two of us, who are both kinky and freaky and not at all 'normal' or 'respectable,' though we do try to keep up appearances.

For one thing, my housemate R has a number of dancer friends who like to drop by after their shift now and then. We're not far from their club and it beats 4 a.m. coffee at Timmy's, I suppose.

While it's not all porn and pillow fights, they do like to party, as I am rather known to as well, and so often break out the girl candy until being piled into a taxi some time before daylight, so they come and go while the neighbours are sleeping.

Most of them, at any rate.

How It All Got Started

A couple of months ago Marilyn (not her real name, obviously), an attractive, single soccer MILF with a sixteen year-old daughter she shares custody of with her ex-husband, who lives conveniently not in our area and who I knew in a passing, wave at the neighbour and occasionally borrow a cup of sugar sort of way, showed up at our door unexpectedly, early one Monday morning.

Monday is significant because it's the beginning of my allotted happy fun spun bun party period, during which I am allowed to do drugs as long as I follow the rules, as I've written elsewhere.

Which means I was already lit and feeling perky when I answered the door and, when she smiled and asked if she could come in, I stepped aside, forgetting that I had my cocaine out on the glass-topped coffee table like a proper pervert and some porn on the TV, courtesy of my MacBook, Apple TV and AirPlay.

She noticed, of course. In fact, while her eyes widened, she didn't quite seem, well, surprised. As I tried to think of an appropriate way to dissemble in my t-shirt and panties she looked at me and said, or asked :

"So you two do do cocaine?"

Huh. Clearly busted at some point, no sense in denying the obvious, what with the obvious piled on the coffee table with a half-dozen porn starlet rails cut and the accessories nearby.

"Just me, and not all the time." Was my off-hand reply, to which I added, because the Devil made me do it, or just because I have a big mouth and no filter at the best of times :

"Why, do you want to do a few blasts?"

I was pretty much kidding-not entirely kidding. After all, she was a respectable, single, suburban mother, not exactly a raving party girl according to anything I'd seen of her.

So I was kind of surprised when, after glancing at my stash, then back at me, she chewed her lip a bit nervously and hesitated a moment before answering :

"Actually, I would. It's why I, ah, dropped by. I had the idea that you might, and..."

Mature, Consenting Adult (And Me)

Two things the reader should know at this point.

  • I will never give someone their first taste.
  • The thought of dialling her up had me, very quickly and typically pervy of me, really wet.

So I asked her, casually and in a low voice, not certain whether R was awake yet or not :

"You've done cocaine before?"

She hesitated, then nodded, blushing cutely. "A long time ago, at university."

I could have asked her what had her itching to now, but in truth I was both high and dis-inhibited already and she was a mature adult. (Still is, tenses in these stories twist me up occasionally.) And the idea of me questioning why anyone wanted to do cocaine would be... Well, either ridiculous or hypocritical.

So I nodded, asked if I could take her coat, waved at the sofa and invited her to make herself comfy while I went to get my iPhone.

Seeing this, she looked at me questioningly and nervous, so I told her, straight out, "I'm going to record your first couple, so you can see later. No uploading to the Internet, and you can do the same with me if it makes you feel more secure."

Marilyn hesitated at that, but not for too long before nodding her assent. Which told me that she was serious about wanting to party, too.

Quick Mis-en-Scène

This being intended as an erotic story, I should probably describe the 'characters' involved :

There's me of course, Roslyn, your horny narrator. Same as I ever was. Short, thick (fit, not fat) with thick thighs, full hips and epic booty but modest little sweater muffins at best. I'm not ugly, have unruly, curly reddish-brunette hair and keep things au natural, particularly in winter, to the point that my housemate has offered to lend me a weed whacker. Jerk. Wearing the aforementioned t-shirt (a ratty old but really soft Radiohead logo'd) and panties (all mine are snug on me, see above, so some wedgie-ing inevitable). Quick shower might not have been a bad idea but I hadn't been expecting company and wasn't stinky or anything.

'Marilyn' is about ten years older than I am, closer to housemate's age, an attractive, blue-eyed brunette (bob cut) with the kind of long legs, yoga booty and the kind of full, natural rack I would kill for, her big tits subject to gravity in the most mesmerizing, slow, heavy way. This morning she'd put herself together without much makeup, wearing a medium-length, cornflower blue pencil skirt over winter stockings and a crème cashmere sweater that had a plunging neckline and clung to her in ways that already had my imagination wandering...

My housemate R is kind of craggy-hot, slender, with beautiful blue eyes, close-cropped very dark blonde hair and the most wickedly sexy mind. He's not in the best of health, neurologically speaking, but has the most perfect all-purpose cock, just long enough (6¾ inches, I've measured) and girthy enough to be pleasantly filling, without being too big to comfortably accommodate any which way. Has a slight upward curve, a broad, flared crown that adds a definite something, nice heavy balls and, finally, is just handsomely shaped. Either you get me or you don't on that score. Oh, and he really knows how to fuck a girl, as well as having the talent of receiving pleasure expressively.

Back To The Developing Blizzard

Perching on the sofa with her, I waved cheekily as she took out her own phone, electing to go first. Taking my time as I made first one heavy line, then a second disappear, then tilting my head back to sniffle hard to clear my sinuses and smiling brightly as I passed her my little glass sniffer with the fluted end for comfortable indulging.

I recorded as she leaned forward, distracted trying to see down her front as those tits shifted when she lowered her head. She took her time, hesitating some before hitting it, needing a few tries to get all of the first rail, two to finish she second. Setting the sniffer down and sitting up, she made a familiar face at the taste, making me laugh as she murmured, "That tastes nasty!"

"It's worth it," I promised, eyeing her a bit suspiciously while recording. Her expression and reaction, as she waited expectantly, led me to ask her though :

"You've never really tried it before, have you?" Not on my conscience if she'd lied, she was an adult.

"No," she admitted, looking sheepish.

"Sniff hard, head tilted back, then just wait for the fireworks."

Marilyn did as she was told, her breasts presented fetchingly as she arched her back, waiting. "How long does it take? My face is numb, but I'm not feeling anything."

"Not long, and you will." I promised her, still recording. I'd laid out big lines, the kind I prefer rather than more little ones, and for a first-timer she was going to really get the full experience, that much was certain.

I felt my own rush just before I saw her expression transform to one of pure, stunned pleasure. Eyes wide, she gasped, "Oh! Oh... wow. WOW!" Love at first sniff.

"I know, baby." I purred, smiling at her as I added, "It gets better, too. Just go with it, watch some porn while you enjoy being turned on." In more ways than one. Cocaine makes girls horny as Hell, freaky too.

We settled into the sofa cushions, snuggled close and watched a hot guy nailing Riley Reid, a favourite of mine, while I kept sneaking peeks at her, especially when I'd hear her breath catching. Finally I turned into her, smiling as my hands cupped those big tits through her sweater and I leaned in, whispering 'cocaine makes women so fucking horny...' before kissing her, open-mouthed, tongue in play.

She froze, moaning into my mouth as I felt her up, before finally turning her head, stammering, "I–I'm n-not gay..."

"That's OK, neither am I." I replied teasingly, nibbling her ear, but I knew what she meant, and she was tensing up so I added, "It's OK to just enjoy then, you don't have to touch me back while I suck those gorgeous boobs, fair?"

Reeling as she was from her first, intense, rush, that rationalization, coupled with my hands on her tits and her ever-growing horniness was enough to get a quick, shy nod from her, not meeting my eyes as I tugged her sweater over her head, then, staring at her deep cleavage, undid the front clasp on her bra, cupping her heavy boobs, thumbs teasing her large, hard nipples, with their silver dollar-sized areolae before burying my face between them and, well, motorboated her loudly, giggling. I couldn't help myself.

After the initial surprise and almost jumping out of her skirt, she relaxed some though, even stroking my head while watching the screen as I sucked her tits. Worshipped them, really. She was loving it too, once she got over herself and let her cocaine-addled libido forget any concerns about my being a woman and focused on her pleasure, even moaning once, softly, "Oh, Roslyn..."

Doubling Our Pleasure

We were totally peaking, tunnel-focusing on our high, the taboo kinky pleasure when I heard the door to my housemate's bedroom open and him padding in the direction of the bathroom while still sucking my hot, soccer MILF neighbour's tits. She heard too as I felt her tense, but not in the same way. More in anticipation, at which point I decided, in for a penny...

Lifting my head I gave her another quick tongue kiss, which she froze at and said, looking into her cocaine eyes, "Want another couple of blasts? It'll feel even better, promise, but you might find yourself even hornier, and kinkier, with R up and prowling around now."

Quickest nod in history, maybe?

I went first again, making quick work of a pair of lines before passing her the sniffer while shifting behind her to cup her full tits. "Let me hold these so they don't mess up the cocaine?" I asked teasingly, while she leaned forward and, once again, and with much less hesitation and fewer sniffs needed, indulged in another couple of blasts as well.

When she rose, I kept feeling her up from behind, kissing her neck, whispering "I'm going to go down on you soon. Have you ever had your pussy licked by another girl?" She shook her head and I added, "Booty bumps, too. You're gonna feel so naughty, but so fucking good!"

Meanwhile, the sound of the shower reached us and I added, "If it's cock you're horny for, R really knows how to scratch that itch too, baby. But I wanna hear you say, Oh fuck that was so good! I wanna hear you say it. Tell me to lick your pussy."

The cocaine was hitting her hard too, and she breathed, squirming, "Lick my pussy?"

"I thought you'd never ask." I smirked, moving around from behind her to kneel on the rug in front of her, running my hands up her thighs as I gazed into her eyes and licked my lips. "Wiggle out of that skirt then, girl. How're you liking the cocaine?"

"I love it!" She moaned, complying and I watched as she shimmied out of her pretty skirt, which pooled at her feet between us. Her panties were pink cotton briefs, snug and already soaked, and she lifted her bum as I tugged them off, revealing her lovely wet pussy, trimmed close, breathing her scent and locking eyes as I slowly leaned in to first nuzzle, then lick her, loving the way she jerked as I did. I'm a dedicated muff diver and my mouth, tongue and fingers soon had her scrunching her hips into my face and panting, grabbing handfuls of my hair as I purred, "Baby likes her coked-up lezzie tongue fucking?"

"Oh, God, yes!" She huffed, sniffling and watching me as I hooked her knees, lifted and parted them to really get my face wet, nose rubbing her hooded pearl while I licked even lower, making her eyes pop as she felt my warm, wet, shameless tongue trail along her taint, then spasming as I tongued her rosebud, fresh and feminine and just a touch musky, moaning, "Enjoy, sweetie. How do you like having a coked-up girl licking you where you're stinky?"

"It's... You're so fucking hot and nasty, Roslyn, please, don't stop. I wanna cum!" So I obliged, inwardly getting off hard on being her bitch, lapping and humming a respectable soccer mom to a shrieking hard cum, my face wet, not stopping until she'd had her afterglow, when I moved up and quickly kissed her, hard, letting her taste herself and panting into her mouth :

"That's it, baby. You don't have to be Queer, just blame the cocaine. Kiss me, girl, and unwrap me!"

She did both, high off her spectacular tits as our tongues played and her fingers tugged, first at my top, then my panties, her eyes taking in my very different, but equally feminine charms, so obviously aroused, my nipples popping and my pussy soaked. The last round was still gaining speed, but I panted in her ear, "Time for those booty bumps?"

I already knew the answer. "How? What do we do?" She breathed, her hands feeling fabulous on my sensitive little muffins, tweaking my nipples, making me moan.

"We do what comes naturally to snowbunnies like us, but no sniffer this time..." Before laying over her lap, clenching my rump as I reached to scoop a big blast from the pile of cocaine, laying it along the cleft of my bum and grinning lewdly. "Make sure you get it all!"

Her hesitation was understandable, but Lleyla's lure was too great so, bending to lightly brush her face against my bum she sniffed, first a little, hesitantly, but finding me fresh (and resisting the evil urge to fart, mustn't waste) she continued, taking longer sniffs, pressing a bit more firmly until, finally, I felt her warm, wet tongue flicking out to get the rest. Oh, fuck, I loved the feeling, and sight as I looked back over my shoulder of her kissing my ass.

When she was all done, blushing but also smiling, and blinking, her cocaine eyes meeting mine as she returned my smile, saying in a lower, huskier tone, "I'm still not gay, you know..."

"I know, baby, cocaine just makes girls into mewling sluts." I 'reassured' her as I sat up and patted my lap, indicating that she should assume the position. Which she did, even arching her hips to present. I thought about telling her to clench and all, but fuck it, if she was offering full access, who was I to refuse? So I loaded up again and laid it along her exposed taint and anus. Looking up at her as I lowered my head, I saw that she'd retrieved her phone and was smirking as she recorded this. So I smiled for the camera before pressing my face right in there and sniffing hard, only needing a couple of passes before I was licking her clean once again while she pushed her rear into my face and purred.

When I was done for the moment, I reluctantly lifted my head, tilting it back to clear my sinuses before pulling her to me for another tongue-swirling kiss. Tasting cocaine and her own naughty, sexy funk had Marilyn whimpering and clinging to me, lit up like Chinese New Year and out of our heads horny and freaky.

We were still making out like adolescents left alone for the first time when, not having noticed the shower being shut off, R appeared in the entrance to the living room, hair wet and wearing only his dark blue, tartan-patterned pyjama bottoms. They were tented by the time I noticed him, not sure how long he'd been there, watching us play.

"Well, hello there, ladies." He drawled, with that infuriatingly sexy smirk of his as he watched. "Please, don't let me interrupt your fun."

Marilyn was blushing, but not letting go of me and her eyes were glued to R, particularly when they lowered to rest on his by-then full erection, outlined by his pyjamas. "H-Hello, R." She murmured, while I began kissing my way back down to her pussy. R and I have no secrets, and I've got no shame.

"It's her first time, she tricked me into turning her on." I murmured, just before ducking my head between her thighs and picking up where I'd left off with the enthusiastic rug munching.

"Is that so?" R drawled, eyeing Marilyn. "It's nice to finally meet you, by the way. You're lovely, and seem to be having all kinds of fun. I can leave the two of you snowbunnies alone, if you prefer."

"No, please, stay!" Marilyn quickly replied, still blushing, raising her eyes to meet his, while trying to keep her expression from melting into slack-jawed pleasure, and yelping cutely as my tongue circled her anus again. "Oh, and yes, it's my first time. It's... really, really nice!"

"That's what all the girls say." R deadpanned, while moving to sit next to her on the sofa, close enough to touch, but not all over her, letting our guest set the terms of that engagement for now.

Our guest soon had her bare feet on my shoulders, toes curling as I went about my wanton, wicked ways, and her head lolling on R's chest, looking up at him until he slipped his arm around her and kissed her. Hard. Assertively, and lingeringly. I knew just how she felt as I felt her shiver and heard her muffled moans, then his lower, huskier, amused tone as he asked, well knowing the answer already :

"So, is the cocaine making you kind of horny?"

"I'm so fucking horny!" Marilyn sobbed, between breathy kisses, her hand dropping to his lap, where I had a front-row view of her stroking him through his pyjamas and, when he moaned his approval at this, slipping it under the waistband to take him in hand while he lowered his head to take a turn at her magnificent tits.

"How's Roz treating you?" He murmured teasingly as he switched from one nipple to the other. Coincidentally or not, just as I was once again venturing into her naughtiest, most forbidden valley.

"No one has ever made me feel like that!" My victim gushed, while freeing R from his pyjamas and gazing at his lovely cock, rapt.

"You mean gone down on you, or licked your ass?" He smirked, well aware of my love of girl tushy, while shifting back a little to give Marilyn room should she...

...she did, lowering her head to his lap while answering, "Both!" Before she began worshipping his cock, first kissing and licking, then engulfing him, all without apparent scraping of teeth, and beginning to bob her head in his lap, cheeks hollowing, slurping wetly as she sucked him, while fondling his balls.

"Why Marilyn, you charmingly eager snowbunny slut, you!" R chuckled teasingly, running his fingers through her short, chestnut hair, nails scritching the back of her neck, eliciting muffled moans, first of protest, then placated and content, then increasingly intense as I licked her loopy, making her cum, and cum, until her thighs tightened around my head, keeping me from her most sensitive spots and, if I'm honest, making me see spots for a moment, so I scooted out from under her as soon as she relaxed enough for me to escape, sitting back on my bum, eyeing them, and the cocaine while I caught my breath, face wet and grinning at my housemate.

Totally bimbo'd, as he calls me when I've sniffed my way hornier than I am thinky. Which almost always ends up with me ass up or swallowing a mouthful, not that I don't love it at the time, but it leaves him smirking in that smug, 'I tapped your ass' way for at least a week. We have a number of deadly serious, no holds barred games of one-upmanship going at any given time and screwing me to the mattress, having me whine or even beg to be allowed to suck his cock1 are definite win buttons; for me in the short term, for him over the long haul.

She was as well, as her blissed out, intensely focused expression told while she kept sucking his gorgeous cock.

R smirked at me again, on my ass, high off my tits and grinning all goofy, murmuring sexily, "It looks as though you've made a new friend. Why don't you two see just how bimbo'd (see? knows me too well) you can get our lovely neighbour and join her in an advanced shared cocksucking exposition?"

Well, I do give legendary head. Looking to Marilyn I asked, "Booty bumps again? R loves watching me kiss a girl's ass, or vice-versa..."

Which was apparently all the encouragement she needed, other than 'would you like to do more cocaine?' of course, as she 'Mmmhmm'ed' me while not stopping her BJ, shifting to present ass up to me when I had a nice pile of girl candy ready, laying it along her taint before once again diving in to sniff, kiss, lick until content, or her turn. I was already really fucking high, so she must be absolutely flying, but not in a dangerous, heart-explodey way so I piled up another small mountain of cocaine, lay on my tummy next to R on the sofa and let him lay it along my booty.

Marilyn watched as her head bobbed, finally releasing his cock with a 'pop!' and, glancing at him shyly, or as close to, mumbled that she wasn't gay before lowering her head to slowly sniff, needing several tries while R rested his hand on the back of her head, encouraging her, telling her that she looked incredibly sexy just then. When she'd finished insufflating it was time to lick my tushy clean of any remaining blow, which she did, slowly, making more of a show of it this time. For him, of course, but I enjoyed the view as well, while moaning endearments like 'Baby, you look so fucking hot with powder on your nose and your tongue in my bum,' and 'R will so love a double BJ, but you really need to feel him fucking you, sweetie!'

Not to mention, 'It's not gay if you're high on cocaine...' of course. The ultimate enabler. When she'd given me her last lick, she kissed me right in the 20-ring before sitting up, at which point I rose too, turned, and kissed the Hell out of her, again letting her taste herself and feeling her up for my and our appreciative audience's benefit, whispering, "I wonder what would freak your daughter more, finding out mommy does cocaine, or that mommy licks booty and fucks her neighbour?"

Marilyn shivered at that and actually kissed back harder, more lewdly. Someone had a hot button kink there. "Don't tell Sabrina?" She pled, which was adorable because, well, as if. Still, I tried the cattle prod again as I answered :

"Never, as long as you keep misbehaving yourself. You don't think she's tried it yet, do you? Or is it the lezzie bit? I know she peeks, by the way."

Our neighbour was putty in my hands by then, as the latest blasts had us both wide-eyed, whispering expletives and, soon enough, swapping that sexy cock between us, kissing around it, etc., with me also occasionally diving to kiss and suck her tits some more in front of R until, when his breathing and tensing thighs and abdomen announced he was going to cum soon, she rose onto her knees and sank his cock between her boobs, pressing them together and licking, sucking and nibbling just the crown until he popped, rather copiously, in her mouth and all over her face and tits.

We swapped his cum for further pornographic visual stimulation, then I, of course, licked her clean before kissing my way back down to lap at her MILFy pussy some more, during which it was his turn to suck those boobs, while asking her in a husky, sexy, assertive 'asking-not really asking' tone :

"How do you want me to fuck you in a little, Marilyn? Other than with nothing between us, unless you have some reason to need to be tested first?"

"Every way you want to, it's been too, too long and I'm so, so horny!" She whined, needing to feel him sinking that cock balls deep into her, an ache I knew all too well, inspiring me to purr, glancing up while still giving her kitty a tongue-bath, "He's gonna fuck you so, so good, baby girl. There's nothing like cocaine sex, either." As we had been helping her discover.

"Then I want you doggy, while you're on top of Roz, sixty-nining. That way I can bounce my balls off her face." R announced, half-teasing, making her shiver and, I noticed, somewhat surprised, him already hard again, with help from her hands no doubt. Kneeling at one end of the sofa, he barked, "Roz, get on your back so the lady can sit on your face." Which I did, giggling, as I reached for Marilyn's hips, guiding her until she was straddling me and my rather prominent nose was once again wedged between her cheeks.

She leaned forward, bracing herself on her hands, head still raised, looking back over her shoulder as R moved to mount her, her fuck face adorable as he sank his cock slowly but steadily into her, hands on her ass, rubbing as he settled, balls deep in her (and on my face) and holding there, letting her adjust while she whimpered and mewled, working her ass back slowly, but sexily pulling away some, then shoving back to impale herself, sobbing loudly and moaning incoherently about how good he felt in her...

And he hadn't done anything yet, except to moan himself, spank her playfully and praise her for being so tight and wet.

1 What can I say? When I tell you that I really, really love giving head, I'm not lying.

We Interrupt This Smutty Story To Bring You

I've been breathlessly praising my housemate's cock, and finally nagged him into letting me post a picture of it that, well, won't identify him unless you'd be in a position to recognize, so :

Back To Snowbunny MILF Getting Fucked, Dirty Talk...

Resume blathering here...

What May Or Not Be...

Pictures, specifically selfies taken by Sabrina, our neighbour's teenaged but not jailbait daughter and which may or not have been sent to one or both of us but are unquestionably worth sharing, especially that booty. Cuter Than Kittens Yawning!™

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