Brazen Neighbor
By Aleq de Satyr
Prologue
Friends and neighbors denote different sets of people but it is possible to have friends who are neighbors and neighbors who are friends. Interestingly, we become friends with our neighbors very easily as we interact with them on a daily basis.
It is important to understand that loving your neighbors is not just a simple task. Instead, it requires your entire self to be selfless. It requires you to show compassion, kindness, forgiveness, and provide service and meet needs to and for your neighbors...Love thy neighbor as yourself is one of the Ten Commandments.
Love Thy Neighbor...
Karen my next door neighbor, is one of two truly friendly neighbors on my block. She is a divorcee in her late 40's, with a passion for gardening. I always stop by and chat with her on Sunday mornings after jogging, as she potted around in her front garden. She is rather quiet and unassuming with an intriguing, sublimely smoldering look in her eyes.
On a hot weekend in late Spring as I watered my lawn, Karen came over with another woman in tow and introduced her as her older sister Vesta. She would housesit for Karen while she was away on a sabbatical in Boston for six weeks.
Vesta looked stunning with her very long, wavy prematurely grey unkempt hair; and the facial resemblance to Karen was uncanny. Karen wanted me to help Vesta when she needed it. Later we had a few drinks in my house.
Three days later with Karen gone, Vesta came over and asked me to help with her laptop. The problem was, she had not plugged it in. Well, what can I say. Maybe it was just a ruse. We became more acquainted.
"You look like a poet and a hippy" I said to Vesta as we enjoyed some sea-food buffet some scotch and a joint. Modern Jazz filled the living room.
"Actually I'm a freelance columnist, a writer and a poet of sorts. And yes I'm a hippy in spirit. I do not wear panties unless I have to see my doctor. My cunt needs lots of fresh air" she said flippantly. Indeed, she had published two very erotic novels.
We felt completely at ease with each other. Her 50 year old body, clad in Yoga pants and tank top is still trim, fat-free and spritely; her feminine curves, her tits and cameltoe accentuated by the outfit; her essence soft and caring. She seemed dressed for a seduction. She said she scorns mainstream women as tame and submissive. She likes to be brazen, unrestrained by convention or propriety. She has given up fear and anger by eroticizing it, thereby letting it go, and has become "a radical pervert"...Like Karen she is also a divorcee.
"Strangely enough I was named after the virgin Goddess Vesta, who also symbolized the phallus. An anomaly but I guess I took on the phallus side" she said wryly.
The woman was full of surprises and she regaled me with some snippets of herself. She is a sex-radical woman and is proud of her sexuality, of her vulva, her clitoris, of her rich, ripe cunt filled with smooth, rich juice. A woman whose head is held high and properly connected to her cunt.
"The truth is: The more brazen women are, the more we represent the unknown; things which men are afraid of...We are defying the so-called experts who try to interpret our sexuality to us, by going out there and celebrating it without any inhibitions" she said.
A self-made woman, she can talk intelligently about art, poetry avant-garde music and plays with real intensity...Her sexual idiosyncrasies made her a most interesting woman. Her dirty mind fascinated me so much.
"Sexuality is power" she proclaims. Her strength is unmistakable and resonant. She lives vibrantly and fearlessly, renewed in spirituality and sacred female tradition. Suddenly I remembered a passage from Henry Miller:
"Men are only beginning to perceive the true nature of woman's being. If she is no longer an enigma, she is certainly an everlasting source of wonder and rich in unexplored possibilities in every domain of life".
Vesta certainly fitted the billing perfectly...Darkly attractive and seductive with sultry looks, she was a most exciting and engaging woman. Very candid and erotic in discussions of sexual politics and women's sexuality. She claimed to have raised her 20 year old only daughter Electra, aka "Raw Vulva" in her own image.
"And she is currently into Alt/Gothic lifestyle and Sex; I have no objection" added Vesta.
"I have fucked a lot, I love to fuck" she said. I was pleasantly shocked and needless to say aroused. Sexual energy began flowing between us. The message in her eyes said I'd love to fuck you. Then we were kissing rather spontaneously, passionately. I told her she was very desirable. Her eyes lit up.
"And you do excite and turn me on so much Nat; I get all soft and warm inside around you" she retorted, smiling warmly and nestling against me in the sofa, murmuring softly.
"Shit, you've got me so fucking wet and wanting already" she whispered as I caressed her neck, her breasts, her back while she pressed her crotch against mine, moaning, melting into me like a magnet.
"You have no idea how happy I am" I said, peeling off her body suit then my own clothes. Her salt and peppery bush was dense, the hairs long, spreading from hip to hip; her armpits festooned with thick long hairs. Wow, I thought.
"OMG, Nat your cock is so big, so beautiful, so hard and veiny" she gushed stroking my dick. She straddles me on the bed, squatting on her haunches. She grabs my cock with both hands and comes down on it forcing it up her cunt, until I moan with delight, feeling the clasp of her warm tight pussy and the tickle of her thick, curly pubic hairs along my shaft, her nipple between my lips. She slides up and down the length of my cock, furiously.
I feel the incredible heat and wetness inside her as she moves back and forth clutching me inside, squeezing hard, gripping me like a velvet vise. Her face twisted in an animal grimace of genuine ecstasy.
"O baby, baby, you feel so good" she whispers, holding my dick inside and squeezing. She is ready to come, her body trembling. She pauses briefly to regain control, then rolls onto her back, urging me to fuck her harder. And I did with relish, gazing at her hair fanned out on the pillows like a peacock's plumage.
Vesta was so wet I could hear my cock moving inside her loud slurpy, squishy, sounds; her cunt swollen, ravenous, delicious, emitting a bittersweet aroma. Her big clitoris engorged, jutting out proudly twitching. There is nothing like a very wet, ravenous cunt. You can plunge in there, feeling it getting bigger and deeper; no end to it, none that your cock can reach...
I continued diving into her churning cave bringing new wetness out of her. The thick, slimy cream coating my cock, her clitoris hard twitching, the warm musky fragrance from her cunt filled my nostrils. She moved instinctively, intoxicated by her own lust.
I feel the turmoil building inside me while Vesta surrenders to her tremors, clasping me tightly, wrapping her dampened cunt around my hard swollen cock, until I begin to dissolve and cry out loudly, pumping a big load of my cum into her.
"Good baby, give it all to me" she said, gushing inside also with a wrenching orgasm, soaking the sheets with her love-juices. Her loud cry echoed in the room and she dissolved in her belly, clenching my spurting cock, her body wracked with the after-shocks, while laughing and sighing and hugging each other in the pure joy of living and fucking.
"You're a wonderful lover Nat" she muttered as her body continued to tremble and I stayed deep inside her cunt. We rested in silence, Vesta's body clinging to me, like a Siamese twin, twitching sporadically. "Let's do this again later" she said, drifting off to sleep while I played with her hair.
Much later I watched the delight and pleasure on Vesta's face as she mounted me and sank down on my upright cock. Apparently she likes being on top...Moving in perfect rhythm, driving me insane with pleasure. Then she stopped moving and held my cock still inside, kneading, massaging, squeezing, sucking, milking with her inner muscles until I cried out...
"Just lie back and let me fuck you lovely man" she crooned.
And she fucked and fucked me with movements that would make a Goddess proud. "Goodness, this is one wonderful cock, so fucking hard and throbbing like crazy" she crooned on and on. I thrashed about on the bed. Her pussy would not let go of my dick.
"Look into my eyes while I fuck you " said Vesta, over and over. Her slimy grool streaming down my cock in rivulets, down my cock shaft onto my balls and down my ass crack. Her breasts bouncing, her hair wild with her resumed movements; her flaring hips gyrating softly as she plunges up and down my dick. With a loud cry She came and came again and again, beating my chest with her fists.
I rolled Vesta onto her back and fucked her hard but controlled. Then I lost control as a powerful, violent orgasm rocked my body. Vesta howled again in orgasm while my cum cascaded into her womb...I went back home at sundown feeling pretty haggard, but very well-fucked.
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In the ensuing ten days Vesta and I fucked like crazy. It was an opulent, exquisite insanity. We explored a glorious outlandish, unadulterated sex with reckless abandon, with creative ingenuity with curious affection at times. Mostly at her house, sometimes at mine.
