My Neighbor Irina 04 - the Hunt

The events in this part of the series pick-up minutes after the end of part 3.

Part 1: My Neighbor Irina tells how we met and our first spontaneous sexual encounter after assisting her with her lawnmower.

Part 2: Yoga Lessons, where Irina comes to my yoga class, and I give her a private lesson and experiment with some tantric techniques I had never gotten to use.

Part 3: Anal-ysis, where we both lose our anal virginity.

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I loved having my face in Irina's pussy. Her outer lips, with their rosy hue, especially when aroused like she was now, were extremely sensitive. She squirmed and giggled as my tongue slowly traced their curves and my lips kissed them, with the occasional light bite. Her inner lips were folded like a rose and once parted with my thumbs, blossomed, revealing the small gateway still recovering from the insertable toy she had been using. It was easy to see how floral imagery remained such a succinct metaphor for the female body as her petals opened wide and released their intoxicating fragrance. My mouth was like a bee, dancing on a flower and gathering nectar, thirsting for every drop.

My prize, however, was the small protruding love bud that sat atop the fragrant ellipse. I had parted her lips with my tongue and thumbs, exploring their folds and savoring the sweetness glistening on them. My tongue pierced her gateway, and her hands found themselves in my hair, as I shallowly thrust into it. Moving my face upwards, I slid my hands under her butt, squeezing them to pull myself in closer.

Where the inner lips met, sitting high atop the valley, was the precious pearl. I wanted to just touch the tip of my tongue to it. The subtlest of stimulation only slightly more than my warm breath, but instead my mouth enveloped it covering the hood, and my tongue bore down on it, teasing it out from its sheath, and pulling it erect as I sucked on it. I felt her fingers pulling my hair at that, and her thighs tightened on my head as she gasped, and I could feel her tense up.

She relaxed as I became gentler, and with my mouth still over it, I began stroking the tip with my tongue, playing a word game where I spelled out poetry in cursive. It didn't take long until I felt the tension building in her body and her breathing became louder with sharp moans. Her back arched as she pulled my hair to bring my face in closer and shortly after I could feel her thighs start to quiver as she moaned out loud with high pitched breaths and then relaxed, letting out a little laugh.

"Mmmm, you liked that I take it," I asked while catching my breath and letting my tongue rest.

"It was OK." She patted my head. "I'm sure you'll do better next time."

"Assuming there is a next time, little miss ungrateful."

"Excuse me?" she said in mock indignation, "And who said you could stop?"

"Yes, mistress." Which was fine with me. It had only been twenty minutes since I had just erupted in her ass, but I could already feel life returning to my recently spent cock, and burying my face in her pussy was the perfect prescription for waking it back up.

I started in again and continued my poem, tracing every letter with a flourish, each one flowing to the next in my best cursive, now exclusively reserved for carnal calligraphy. I was somewhere towards the end of Neruda's "Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon":

'Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.'

And she came again. This one was onset with little warning as she sharply pulled on my hair and I felt her spasming quietly and then she relaxed, breathing hard. My tongue did not stop this time, figuring I would continue until she asked otherwise.

"That was better Tom," she said dreamily, almost purring like a kitten, "You're a quick learner." She shifted her position, getting comfortable again as I continued on and started the poem over again. I slipped my finger in her eager quim, thoroughly saturated after another orgasm, and found the little mound right inside that indicated where her G-spot was. I started stroking my finger back and forth over it, and I felt her stroking my hair and shifting her hips again restlessly. Luckily, I had a firm hold on her so as to not interrupt my clit-writing.

I stroked my finger quickly and slowed down my tongue strokes in favor of more sucking and manipulating her bud with my lips. Despite this, and because of her earlier sensitivity, I began to feel her breath stir, and her back arch, and then subside. She would build and then plateau, but I kept a steady motion with my finger and soon she began to build, her movements becoming more wanton as I felt her hips undulating and her moaning more guttural than before.

"Oh Tom..." she said breathily, "You're doing that... that thing again..." she stiffened again, and removed one of her hands from my head, clutching at the couch cushion. "Oh my God..." she started murmuring between sharp breaths.

She couldn't see my mouth over her pussy, but I was smiling. "Uh huh," I managed to get out, as her breathing turned into those high pitched shrieks again, and she arched her back, and suddenly my hand and face were awash with gushing fluid as she almost silently groaned, spasms wracking her body. I could feel her pussy contracting as she expelled the fluid, and soon it was over. She lay panting, trying to push my head away from her overly sensitive loins.

"Please tell me you're hard again," she whispered, trying to raise my head and looking at me with her soft brown eyes. I smiled back at her.

I felt down to check, "Almost, maybe we need to do that a little longer..."

"Nooo...," she whined, "please, have mercy."

"Mercy is for the weak," and I dipped my face back down and kissed her bud gently.

"Nooo..., "she whined again, and tensed up. "Please Tom, you're already going to fuck me in the ass again, what more do you want?"

"I won't be satisfied until you're a drooling puddle on the floor."

"I'm a puddle, I'm a puddle." she quickly exclaimed as I straightened up, still tasting her nectar on my lips. "Speaking of puddles..." She lifted herself up a little to see how much she had squirted. "Thank God you put that towel down, or the couch would be a wreck."

"It's more fun when it's messy, so always have a towel handy," I said to her sagely, "That's rule number two."

"What's rule number one?"

"Never stop until they beg," and I grabbed her delectably thick thighs and started to put my head between her crotch again.

"Nooo, alright, I'm begging."

I laughed. "So, three is your limit?"

"Six Tom, including the kitchen, remember?" She started trying to get up, holding on to me as she got onto wobbly legs. "You just worry about yourself, I have to pee." She looked unsteady but managed to straighten up and make her way to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, I was mainly erect. I squeezed out a glob of the Analease, and gave my cock a few strokes, which caused it to stiffen a little more. Good enough.

"All systems go, Miss Capito, we're ready for launch." She didn't respond, but I could hear her peeing. "Hey, do you want me to get that Satisfier? You can use it while I'm..."

"Tom! No!" She paused a moment, "Enough." The toilet flushed, and in a moment, she emerged from the bathroom. "The only thing I want now is for you to cum in my ass. Now, where do you want me?" I must have looked a little disappointed, because she added, "Tom, look, I appreciate you being you, but I'm fine. I am as satisfied as I can be. She kneeled in front of the couch, reaching for my hand. "Come on baby, it's your turn. Again."

"Baby? I thought you didn't like that term?"

"I don't." She laughed, "We'll work on it." I had her sit on the couch, positioned over the now wet towel, and she ended up laying on her back as she scooted her butt forward, right at the edge of the cushion. She lifted her thighs; knees back by her head, allowing access to her puckered anus again. I added some more lube to my now stiffened cock, and had her rest her feet on my shoulders, to help keep her legs in that position more easily. "Don't be fancy, just fuck me", and she placed her hand on mine, where I was holding her hips.

The other hand guided me to her opening, and after making sure the lube was sufficient, I slowly started to press it in. She gasped a little when the head slid through, but didn't appear in pain, and then I was slowly thrusting myself into her. The tightness was again incredible, and she squeezed both of my hands as I held her hips, and my clock slowly eased itself forward and back.

Once I settled into a rhythm, I looked down, and my hand went to her pussy. I started to slip a finger between her folds when she smacked it. "Tom!" She was smiling. "Please, just fuck me." I laughed too and shrugged my shoulders. She raised her hand and placed it on my cheek, and I looked into her eyes and began to fuck her ass in earnest. I occasionally pulled out completely, just to plunge back in again, and she always gasped at that. Free of any thought but simply fucking her I soon felt my climax building and announced it to her.

"Oh Tom, cum for me," Irina cooed, as I felt that spring coil in my balls and then release, sending weak pumps of cum into her bowels.

"As you wish, Princess," I said distractedly, my cock twitching its last small squirts in her.

She smiled at me. "Did you have fun storming the castle?"

"Miss Capito? Everything I do with you is fun."

"Good, then you'll help me get everything straightened up before Jake gets home? After you kiss me of course."

"Of course." I added, "As you wish," again.

We both took a quick rinse in the shower, and it was nice to touch and explore her without the heat of sexual passion driving me. It didn't take long to spruce things up, discarding the toy boxes and making sure the new toys were put away. Despite the towel there were wet spots on the couch, but she just tossed a throw on them and wasn't concerned about the dampness on the carpet.

"Thank you for taking the day off for me, it was... nice to spend so much time with you." She was embracing me tightly as I gave her a final hug before leaving.

"Thank you for giving me a reason."

"I can give you more...," and she gave me a quick kiss before scooting me out the door as our kids would be home from school very soon. I managed to make it home across the street and had just gotten settled looking for something to eat when I heard the unmistakable sound of the school bus, and my daughter Hazel arrived, so I heated some Mozzarella sticks as a snack for the both of us.

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I was unexpectedly called to an onsite location a couple days later, which worked out fine as Irina was tangled up working on some new policies after her conference. I was fortunate enough to be joined by Darrell, and we found ourselves trying to recover a regional real estate office from a ransomware attack. Someone took the bait in a phishing attack and now the company was being told they would have to pay three million for the encryption key.

It's a fool's errand to pay and expect the thieves to be honorable, so we were helping to rebuild their server, and recover what we could. Their last backup was several months prior, and every workstation hard drive, numbering in the low hundreds, had to be checked and/or replaced. It was several days' work requiring hands-on assistance. We were able to get their small team set on the workstations, while we concentrated on setting their infrastructure up to be resistant to any future intrusions.

Darrell, pronounced "Dare-El", was easily my best friend in an environment where we rarely, if ever, met face to face, so it was nice to be able to chat with him freely instead of via our team Slack channels. He came across as dry and witty in text, but in person he was flamingly flamboyant, and had decided to refer to me as "Honey", probably as retribution for me jokingly referring to him as my work wife.

The company had brought in food for the remediation team, and we were enjoying a break and sandwiches from a nearby deli. He asked about Hazel, whom he had never met but had heard about, and some quick gossip about some of our coworkers.

"Are you still doing that yogi-monk thing, or have you decided to give in to your animal nature?" I always appreciated his lack of filters.

"Mainly the yogi monk thing." He wrinkled his nose at that and rolled his eyes. "However," his ears perked up at that, "I have a neighbor I've been seeing. A woman," I added.

He sighed, "Exactly what I'd expect from the straightest guy I know who doesn't like football. I mean, how the hell can you not like football? Those beefy guys with their tight pants..." He stopped and grinned.

"Her name is Irina, and I went over to help her with her lawnmower, and we, uh, well? It just kind of happened," and as I said it, I realized how far-fetched it seemed, like something out a badly written porn story.

"Ah," he regarded me as if he were realizing something. "So that's why you've been missing a little work. Well good for you Honey." He paused to take a drink from his sparkling water, "That was a little like how Hector and I met. One of our friends told me he was having computer problems, nothing really, but he was very... grateful." He laughed, "Total idiot with computers, but that ass," and he made some weird lip smacking sound.

"Irina is interesting, no idea what her story is, but when we're together, none of that seems to matter. She's bratty, which is new, but... almost vulnerable? She's also a bit younger, I'm guessing at least 10 years, but we haven't talked about it. I'm not sure I want to know."

"Good for you." He looked at me thoughtfully, almost seriously for a moment. "If she sucks at giving head, you can send her my way. I kind of know my way around. No one gives head like a gay man."

"Yeah, no, I can imagine," I chuckled, "We haven't really gotten there yet, we seem to have plenty to explore still."

"Still?" He laughed, "Working your way through a list?" More laughter. "I know I'm a slut, but I'd have pegged you for a blowjob and fuck kinda guy." He emphasized the word fuck, and I noticed a few heads turn. I'm sure I blushed.

"No, not like that, we just, I don't know, we just sort of go with whatever presents itself. It's very natural. Surprisingly exciting."

"I can't wait to meet her at the office Christmas party," he laughed at my shocked face, "And remember, if her head game isn't good by then..."

"I'm sure it will be fine." I considered carefully what I was about to say. "We did do each other in the butt." Darrell almost choked on his sandwich.

"Of all the things you could ever say, that was certainly not anything I thought I'd ever hear from you." He finished swallowing his mouthful. "First time?"

"For both of us, yeah." I looked at him. "I completely get the appeal now," and I winked at him. It was hard to tell, but it almost looked like he may have blushed a little, and for once, he seemed at a loss for words. But only for a moment.

"There's hope for you yet, Honey." We both chuckled at that.

On the last day, when we were nearly done earlier than expected, Darrell took me aside. "So, there's this thing. It's a little extreme, but maybe you'd be into it."

"I think it's a little early for the gay swingers club, although Hazel is convinced Irina is a lesbian." He let that part completely sail over his head.

"No, this is a completely different kink." The word kink, coming from him, seemed ominous. It would be interesting to see what his idea of a kink was. Have you heard of CNC?"

"Consensual non consent? Yeah, I've read about it. Never really thought I'd have an opportunity to try it, but it sounds intriguing." My mind flashed to an image of Irina struggling as I pulled her pants down, forcing myself into her, and I felt a slight stirring in my cock at this. I would never hurt her, but there was something exciting about the thought. "Hmmm, what about it?"

"Well?" He looked like he was going to tell me something he shouldn't. "Some friends and I, the big queen perv club, leased this old warehouse, and...," he glanced around, "it's like a hunting ground."

"So, you go there and hunt rats?"

He laughed. "No honey, not for hunting animals," he paused, seeing if I understood. "People."

"Why would I...?" Then it struck me. "How does it work?"

He filled me in on the big picture, including the fact that one of the club members pulled out in a snit. Seems he broke up with his boyfriend after a hunt gone bad, and rent was expected to increase, and they were hoping for another investor. Basically, it was an old paintball place, not very large, with lots of obstacles and barriers and places to hide.

They had tried paintball, where the loser had to service the winner, but what Darrell really liked was just being stalked and hunted by his partner, Hector. (I had met him once, he was large and obviously enjoyed going to the gym). No Paintball guns, just two people, in a safe environment, where the goal is for one person to not get caught, and if they do...

If I was interested in checking it out, Darrell would get me set up.

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I sent a text to my neighbor Irina that evening. So far, our activities had been largely conventional, but still, she seemed like she might be game, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to outline a proposal. I suggested lunch at a nearby deli and after a short delay, she agreed, but she would only have an hour (which was fine by me given my schedule).

The next day, she came out of her front gate as I was walking up, and we started the two blocks to the corner. I figured I might as well get into it. "So, there's this warehouse, and..."

"Is it a dungeon? Are we going to negotiate a scene?" Her eyes practically sparkled at the prospect.

"You jumped to that a little enthusiastically."

"Well...?"

No, not exactly. Maybe?" It had been twenty years and 2 wives ago when I last had to negotiate a scene. It was a simple bondage and forced pleasure scenario, but as I recall it was as if I was asking to harvest a kidney. I pretty much gave up on that.

"Oh, damn. If you had said yes, I think I'd blow you right here on the street."

"Um, I'll tuck that thought away for another time. Let's see how lunch goes first." I thought for a moment. "Just to be clear, if we did go to a dungeon, I'd be the Dom, right?"

"Sure, if that makes you happy," She chuckled. "Sorry, continue please."

I eyed her warily. "So, there's this warehouse..."

"You said that already, c'mon, get to the good stuff." I had never realized just how truly bratty she was.

"It's a little like a dungeon, and we are going to negotiate, but it's... maybe unique?"

"You're making me wet."

"Just wait... You might be positively dripping." We crossed a side street with one short block to go.

"Basically, it's an old paintball arena. Once inside, anything goes.

"Sounds creepy. I thought you said it wasn't a dungeon?"

"It was not presented to me as dungeon."

"So, are you inviting me to a paintball party?"

"Not exactly."

"I'm confused."

"I get that."

"It would be fun to paint each other," she said with that mischievous twinkle in her eye, all part of her lascivious and adorable charm.

"Indeed, it would, I'll make another note." I imagined smearing paint on her body with my fingers and wondered if maybe this whole notion of hunting her wasn't a bit over the top. I mean, it was, but was it too soon? Was it necessary?

We had arrived at Markko's, a little Jewish deli in the neighborhood. The owners seemed Italian, so I didn't quite get what that was about, but they had good sandwiches and an old style counter to sit at, and I liked coming here on rare occasions when I needed to get out of the house for lunch.