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This story was written for Kemper. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults! :3

[center][b][u]There goes the Neighbourhood[/u][/b][/center]

With the summer sun beating down overhead, Kemper was glad of his rather minimal choice of attire as he rolled the lawnmower steadily back and forth across the grass. The black furred, white spotted feline hybrid hadn't honestly had the weather in mind when he stripped his t-shirt off even before arriving at Ms Willow's front door, but what had been an impulsive, hormonally driven decision by the college going cat now seemed frustratingly pragmatic. Still... he had enjoyed the way that the human woman's eyes had widened as she greeted him. The way she had been unable to keep her gaze from lingering upon his fluffy torso as she thanked him for offering to help out while he was back home on summer break.

Of course, Kemper hadn't been entirely innocent himself. Not only had he stripped off his upper garment purely in the hope of eliciting such a reaction from the hottest MILF in the neighbourhood, but he had delighted in observing the pale skinned, fiery haired human's own body in return. Ms Willow was doing her very best to keep cool despite her home's AC being on the fritz, and for her apparently that meant sun-dresses. Sun dresses that barely ran half way down her thighs, with spaghetti-strapped shoulders and a rather liberal amount of freckled cleavage on show. She had been so obviously braless, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration; sweat trickling down the crevice of her bosom. And as he had stood in the doorway while she asked him if he was happy to mow her lawn as his first helpful chore, all that Kemper had been able to think about was whether she had also gone without underwear, to maximise the ability of what little breeze there was to cool her beautiful, curvaceous figure.

The feline blushed as he turned and began to roll the whirring electric mower back up the length of the lawn, feeling his cargo shorts tenting at the front as he lost himself to the same fantasies that had propelled him to this place. Of course, the fantasies weren't wholly baseless. He wasn't [i]stalking[/i] this woman. In fact, it was her who had started things initially. Kemper had barely been eighteen for a couple of weeks when Ms Willow moved in across the street. And it had been less than a fortnight after that, as he glanced casually out of the window one night on his way to bed, that he had seen her. The human, in her own bedroom, directly across from his own. Naked. Wholly bare, and seemingly dancing to some music with her breasts jiggling and her curvy ass swinging from side to side.

From that point onward, Kemper had been obsessed with getting to know the neighbour who had become the frequent subject of his most feverish masturbatory fantasies. He'd moved his desk over to his window so he could watch out for her presence as he fooled around online or played some games, and it hadn't taken long before he'd realised that Ms Willow's nudity wasn't an occasional thing. Indeed, when alone at home the human seemed to prefer being as close to naked as possible, whether that meant large shirts and panties, a sports bra and nothing else, or complete nudity depending on what she was doing at the time.

And of course, being a less than subtle, supremely horny teenage boy, it hadn't taken long before Kemper's constant presence at his own bedroom window had brought him to the attentions of the older woman in question. He remembered the first time she spotted him; at least, the first time she spotted him when he knew she had done so. Their eyes meeting as the human stood topless in her window, leaning her arms against the window ledge and fixing Kemper with a playful, almost cocky grin. Then she had turned away, and resumed folding some laundry whilst still stark naked. She hadn't drawn the curtains. Hadn't made any effort to hide herself, or to dissuade the cat from his spying. It was like she was letting him know it was okay.

From that night onward, things had progressed significantly until Kemper headed off to college at the end of that first summer. He had spoken to Ms Willow. Not about what they had seen. Not about the way that she showed herself off so willingly before his gaze. Rather she had called him over in her soft southern accent after seeing him getting back from a jog round the neighbourhood, and they had made small-talk for a few minutes. Totally innocent, but with both their voices laced with knowing delight; trembling in anticipation of something that they hadn't even planned.

Her nightly appearances in the bedroom window grew more and more frequent and regular. Almost like she was placing herself there at a particular time, so that he knew to be there to watch. She never engaged with him. Never made it clear that she knew he was there. And yet, she was so obviously putting on a show. Growing more and more provocative with her motions, showing off more and more of herself, as the boy across the road sat with his lower body hidden from view, trying to keep his face as expressionless as possible as he feverishly masturbated to the older woman's display.

And then, the night before he was due to head off to college; the car already packed with his things, she had given him one final treat. Her bed had been moved, so it rested in the centre of the room in full view of the window. And that last night, as Kemper had sat down almost mournfully considering that he might never again experience such a woman as this one, he had seen the mature redhead lying back upon her sheets; flat on her back, legs spread, and feverishly driving a toy in and out of her bare, exposed pussy.

That had been the best part of a year ago. And as soon as he returned home for the summer, Kemper had been able to think of nothing else. It had been that driving desire which had compelled him to go to Ms Willow's door. And as soon as she saw him standing there on her porch, and as soon as he saw the flush of her cheeks as he offered to do some chores for her while he was home for the summer, they had both known that over the course of that year not only had neither one of them forgotten what they had shared... but they had almost certainly been missing it a great deal.

The feline male was just about to turn and begin one last sweep of the now trimmed and pleasingly uniform lawn when the sound of a wonderfully familiar voice rang out to attract his attention. He adored Ms Willow's gentle southern twang, the mere fact of her accent somehow further enhancing just how incredibly attractive the woman in question was to him. But hearing it calling his name... addressing him and drawing him towards her, that was a very recent development indeed, and one that made the black and white cat purr deeply even as his cheeks flushed crimson. Shutting off the mower, Kemper wheeled it towards Ms Willow where she was standing, leaning against the frame of her front doorway. He kept the machine between them, so she wouldn't see his tented short. They might have known about one another's obvious attraction to one another. This whole idea of performing chores might even have been one giant excuse to let them get closer. But still, Kemper wasn't quite ready to show the mature woman before him just how strongly he reacted to her presence.

"H-hi, Ms Willow. I'm almost done. Is there something else y-you'd like me to... uh... do for you?"

Kemper swallowed thickly as he stared at the gorgeous human, one of her pale green sun-dress' straps hanging off her shoulder and allowing the light, airy fabric to droop and expose even more of her ample chest. So much so in fact that another inch or so lower and the feline was certain he'd have been able to see the darkened flesh surrounding one of her nipples.

Wholly ignoring, or simply not recognising his flustered state, Ms Willow just giggled softly and peered across the smooth, neatly trimmed lawn.

"Almost done? I think you've done great already, sweetie. I do have a few more little jobs lined up I could use some help with, but... before that? Y'all look like you're gonna melt out here in the sun, even with your shirt off. How about you come in, and we'll have a break in my back yard. The fences are high, so it's pretty well shaded. And, if you fancy, you could even take a dip in the pool while we drink lemonade and have a bit of a chat. After all, if you're gonna be kind enough to volunteer your strong body to help me out... the least I can do is take the time to get to know the kind young heart inside that body, too."

Kemper stared in shock. In delight. In terror. In delirious hunger. Was Ms Willow really inviting him into her home? To swim in her pool? To drink... [i]lemonade[/i] with her? He whimpered, and even as his heart and his crotch screamed at him in frustration, politely tried to turn her down.

"T-thanks, but... I should probably just head home. I'm all sweaty and... well, I don't have my swim shorts. I wouldn't wanna trail soaking wet clothes through your lovely home."

The human woman didn't look the slightest bit surprised. Indeed, she seemed to smile all the more gleefully at the sight of the male's reluctance. She took a step back, into the shade of her home's interior, and beckoned with one hand as the other gently slipped the strap of her dress back into place... only to have it fall down again mere seconds later, and remain there unattended.

"Oh, come now. Don't be shy. We don't have to swim. We can just sit on the deck out back, next to the pool, and chat. No harm in that. Unless... you don't think a lady like me would have anything to talk about with a strapping young thing like yourself."

Shaking his head wildly, the feline backpedalled as fast as he could given this second chance.

"No. T-that's not it. I... I'd love to have some lemonade with you. Thanks, Ms Willow."

Once more the human woman's face brightened with ever growing joy, and she span almost immediately upon her bare feet, beckoning over her shoulder for the feline to follow as she vanished deeper into the interior of her home. With the opportunity presented to make his entry without revealing the tenting of his shorts, Kemper took it. He abandoned the lawnmower right there, not even considering wheeling it off the grass itself or untangling his t-shirt where he had tied it to the mower's handle, and rushed forward. Towards Ms Willow's home. Towards the more mature woman's offer of lemonade and conversation. And of course, towards her rather scantily clad body, his semi-hard cock getting more and more firm and swollen by the second as he began once more to consider that vital question. Was the MILF he was so fixated upon wearing underwear beneath that less than modest dress of hers? And if she wasn't... was she just doing so for comfort, or perhaps for his benefit.

Stepping into the house, similar in design to his own family's suburban home just across the street but with a much more bright, airy colour scheme to the walls and even the furniture, Kemper gently closed the door behind him. He shivered happily as he realised that he was inside the house of his... crush wasn't the right word. Too immature. Too childish. What he felt for Ms Willow wasn't a crush. It was far more adult than that. He longed for her. Lusted after her. And now, he was here, within the walls of her home and sealed off from the rest of the world beyond.

"Kemper? Come on through, sweetie. Y'all can head on right out to the table on the deck if you like. I'll just be a minute. Want to make sure there's plenty of ice in this pitcher."

He followed the sound of Ms Willow's beautiful accent to the kitchen, and while he intended simply to walk through at speed so she wouldn't notice his continued arousal, the feline found himself pausing dead in his tracks as he entered the room and set eyes upon the older woman. Or rather, in particular, on her ass. Willow was bending down in front of the open door of her combined fridge/freezer. She was rooting around in the top shelf of the freezer, attempting to crack ice-cubes out of a tray whilst holding a heavy pitcher of fresh lemonade in her other hand. And in doing so, bent the way she was, her sundress was hiked up against the backs of her legs. This would have been fine if the dress had come down close to her knees. But this particular dress had already been noticeably short on her, only reaching her mid-thigh when she was standing upright. Now, stretched and tugged up at the back, it was barely covering the plump cheeks of her rear end. And what it wasn't covering finally gave Kemper the answer to the question that had been on his mind all day.

He could see her ass. The lowest portion of it, at least. And it was bare. Naked. More than that, at the convergence of her thighs, there was no fabric resting between. Nothing to suggest a thong or anything at all. Just flesh. The soft, pale, intimate flesh of Ms Willow's pussy. The same flesh he had fantasised about for a year, reliving watching the MILF masturbate for him through her bedroom window time and time again.

It was all Kemper could do to tear his eyes away from her beautiful rear end and the exposed flesh of her intimate regions, and stumble out onto the decking beyond the already open back door; red faced, huffing loudly, and trying his very best not to fill his cargo shorts and the underwear beneath them with cum right there and then.

Ms Willow, meanwhile, giggled as she heard Kemper rush outside after his fifteen or twenty second pit stop in the middle of the kitchen floor. She finally tipped the ice-cubes into the pitcher, having been rustling them around loose while she waited for the cat to catch her and take a good long look at what she had to offer. The human woman rose upright, licked her lips, and turned ready to go outside and face the young stud who was so desperate for her, but so delightfully shy in his youthful enthusiasm. She tossed her hair, its fiery red length flowing free and slightly tousled. She glanced down at her pale, freckled shoulders, saw that both her dress' straps were resting perfectly in place upon them, and with her free hand carefully teased one off so it fell loose around her upper arm. Only then did she step forward upon her bare feet, and move to join Kemper out on the deck, where she hoped that the eager young man would crumble under the weight of her less than subtle advances, and [i]act[/i] on them with all the energy and vigour he could muster.

"Here y'go, sweetie. A nice cool drink for a hot day. Just what the doctor ordered, hmm?"

Before long Ms Willow was pouring Kemper a tall glass of icy lemonade; fresh made in her kitchen that very morning. Then she was sitting down on the far side of the small wooden patio table, and smiling across at the feline male as he sat there, blushing, silent, and clutching at the glass of lemonade she had handed him like it was a treasured gift. It was only when she giggled warmly, and leaned forward over the table to touch one of his hands with the fingertips of her own, that he jerked back to life. Kemper gave a sharp gasp at the feeling of the human's delicate fingers making contact with him; the very first time their bodies had physically interacted, and cleared his throat as he tried to figure out something... anything to say to keep up the pretence that he definitely wasn't dedicating ninety nine percent of his brain power to picturing her naked right now.

"Mmh... the lemonade is really good, Ms Willow. What... uh... w-what do you put in it?"

As soon as he asked the question, Kemper felt like driving the palm of his hand through his face with humiliation. What the hell kind of dumbass first grade question was that? Weirdly, Ms Willow didn't seem to mind though. She answered as though it was a perfectly valid question, taking a long draught from her own glass and giving a happy, satisfied gasp as she gulped it down.

"Just water, lemon juice and sugar. I try to keep it a little on the sour side of sweet, so it still has that real lemon [i]kick[/i] to it. Is that how you like it, Kemper?"

Leaning back in her seat, Ms Willow raised one leg up and crossed it over the other. The toes of that now lifted foot flexed and curled as she stretched, arching her back with a soft grunt. A similar, though more strained grunt escaped the feline male watching her just moments after, feeling her other foot sliding forward across the table and just barely brushing against his own bare, furred toes. It might have been innocent, but it didn't feel it. It felt like she meant it. Like she was offering him a game of footsie. He spoke shakily, face flushed as to his own dismay he pulled back his foot in embarrassment.

"H-how I... like it? Yeah. I... I really, really like it that way."

The human woman remained leaning back for a little while longer, pushing her breasts out until she was certain that Kemper had noticed how hard her nipples were piercing through the thin fabric of her sundress. When she sank forward once more, resting her elbows upon the table and squeezing her breasts gently between them, she peered searchingly into the male's eyes. First with innocent curiosity. Then with interest. And then, finally, with tender concern.

"I... I hope you don't mind me speaking my mind, Kemper. But, you look a bit flushed. Red in the face... hot and bothered, y'know?"

Kemper almost choked as he took another sip of his lemonade, and very nearly dropped the glass as he sat bolt upright, instinctively trying to look as strong, as manly, and as utterly uncaring as he could about Willow's supposition. At least, that was his intent. In actual fact all he managed to do was look like he was [i]trying[/i] to hide the fact that she had read him like a book, and knew it too. Thus, he almost collapsed in his chair with relief when the more experienced woman sat back again, smiled reassuringly, and gestured towards the pool.

"You were out in the sun mowing my lawn, it's no wonder you're overheating. Look, I really think you should take a quick dip in the pool. For your health, if not your relaxation and enjoyment. I don't want you collapsing on me. At least, not from heatstroke."

Too relieved that he hadn't been found out to catch the implied meaning of the redhead's last few words, Kemper nodded in agreement. Right now he would rather be doing anything than sitting directly across from the pantyless beauty of his neighbour, feeling his shorts straining to contain his erection and wishing that he'd never had the stupid idea that just because she'd shown off to him and masturbated for him once, that meant she was in any way interested in taking advantage of him as anything more than a source of cheap summer labour.

"I t-think you're right. A dip in the water does sound good, if you're sure that's okay."

The pool was warm, but still gloriously refreshing as Kemper slipped into it less than a minute later. He had risen from his chair and darted towards the water's edge with such speed that even if Ms Willow had been staring directly at his crotch, there was little chance she'd have seen the tent in the blur of his rapid motion. Now his cargo shorts, along with his phone and wallet, sat on the pool's tiled edge, while he stood in the shallows up to his middriff, feeling the water soaking into his boxer shorts and causing the fabric to cling to his legs and the straining length of his erect cock.

Hoping that maybe if he focused on something else his erection might fade at last, Kemper did the only thing that made sense under the circumstance. He struck out, and began to swim with a casual but energetic front crawl. He focused on his breathing. On the pounding of his heart in his chest. On thinking about anything but Ms Willow, though of course the fact that he was in her pool, on her property, close by her in that commando sundress, made that nigh on impossible. And then, after perhaps three lengths of the pool, there came the splashing sound. Splashing, followed by what was now an all too familiar giggling.

Kemper stopped as he reached the deep end of the pool, and began to tread water as he pulled himself upright and turned towards the continued splashing from the shallow end. His eyes bulged, and he gave a soft, lingering mewl of shock at what awaited him there.

Ms Willow was in the pool. She seemed to have slipped down into the water almost exactly where he had, and now was walking towards him, getting deeper and deeper with the pool's gentle incline. Every step she took more of her pale green sundress was soaked with water, its already flimsy material clinging to her body and becoming instantly translucent. And now, as she approached him with her shoulder straps both dangling down the sides of her arms, and her breasts basically bare as the material now barely covering them was rendered almost wholly see-through, there was a familiar look on her face. One he recognised all too clearly, but not from that day. From last year, when he'd been caught watching her through the window... and she so obviously found herself delighting in his gaze.

"You're really going to keep on swimming, aren't you, sweetie?"

Pausing at the limit of where she could comfortably walk with her feet upon the pool's base; up to her underarms in the rippling, warm water, Ms Willow reached out with both arms, beckoning for Kemper to approach her.

"I thought maybe a year would make you lose interest. That the older lady across the road couldn't possibly live up to all the pretty young pussies you'd get the chance to fuck on campus. But when you showed up at my door... I almost dragged you inside right there and then. Almost took you to my room. Sat you down on the bed you saw me playing on last year, and rode you like a bronco."

Licking her lips, the human woman giggled gleefully as in a daze Kemper began to float himself towards her, eyes fixated on her body as she reached down, into the water, and began to peel her waterlogged dress off, revealing more and more of her bare body inch by soaking wet inch.

"I can see you're nervous. But, trust me, Kemper... I'm no different than any other girl. I just know what I want in a way the girls your age never could."

She pulled her dress up over her head, rendering her beautiful, smooth skinned body wholly naked. Her hair, already trailing in the water, was soaked as the sundress was pulled up over it, but even that only added to the glimmering beauty of her bare, exposed self. As she saw the flushed colour beneath the black and white furred male's cheeks however, her own eyes widened. She gave a soft gasp, and stifled a giggle of absolute glee as the feline whimpered and shook his head. He was already trying to deny it, but she knew the truth. She could see it now, and suddenly all his simultaneous eagerness and reluctance made total sense.

"Oh. Oh... sweetie. A whole year? A... a year, and, no-one snatched up a stud like you to their room? No drunken sorority girl humped your brains out in some random walk in closet at a party?"

Casting her dress aside in the pool, now Ms Willow did grasp Kemper with both hands. She led him to the edge of the pool at the shallow end, and stood there with him, smiling as he blushed and shuffled his feet in the water. It took almost thirty seconds before he shook his head, his voice trembling with embarrassment and nervousness.

"I... I just... I never..."

She pressed two fingers to his muzzle, silencing him in an instant and stepping closer. Her other hand dropped down into the water. It reached forward, between the male's legs, and pressed against the front of his boxers. Kemper gave a strangled cry as he felt a woman grasp his erect cock for the first time in his life, and stared at the gorgeous human before him as a look of beautiful, intense lust crossed her features.

"You don't need to explain yourself. Not to me, Kemper. Oh... you sweet boy. Just... you just scoot up onto the edge of the pool there, and let me take care of you. No more games. No more teasing. No more making it difficult like those dumb bitches at your college. I'll make it easy for you. I'll admit what I'm sure they never would. You're hot, Kemper. And... when I caught you spying on me? I was so... [i]so[/i] excited, to have a young stud lusting after me. You may only have watched me masturbate once. But, that wasn't the first time I fucked myself senseless after showing off for you. Or the last, even after you'd gone off to college and I thought I might never see you again."

The redhead kept whispering in her low, husky groan of a voice as she helped the still stunned feline up onto the edge of the pool. She peeled down his waterlogged and stretched out boxer shorts, and his cock sprang free; its sleek, deep red length and pointed tip showing off the canid element to his hybrid, albeit predominantly feline, heritage. A fevered moan escaped Ms Willow, almost as loud as the whimper of anticipation that burst from Kemper's panting muzzle.

"I used to imagine waking up in the middle of the night, d-during Christmas break or something, to find you just standing over me. Saying that you hadn't stopped thinking about me as you ripped back the covers, and dragged me by one foot to the edge of the bed..."

Kemper mewled loudly as Ms Willow nuzzled and kissed at the tip of his rock hard cock, one hand fondling his furred balls while the other remained beneath the water, likely fondling her own intimate regions. He gasped, clutching at the sides of the pool with his own fingertips in utter disbelief. Joyous, wonderful, total disbelief that this was happening. That finally, not only was he receiving the attentions of a woman... but the woman of his dreams.

"In my wildest fantasies, a young horn-dog like you would ravage and use me. Make me feel like a greedy, needy slut, and leave me begging for more when you were done with me. But... o-oh god, sweetie. I never imagined that [i]you[/i] would be so... so nervous. I never thought I'd see that look from a guy like you. Like you're... worshipping me. Like I hold all the answers. Fuck. [i]Fuck[/i]... it shouldn't be so fucking hot. But it is. I've shared my bed with more men than you've had birthdays. And you know it. You love it... because... I can teach you. I can make you feel better than any wannabe slut not even old enough to buy beer. Right?"

The feline male shuddered, and nodded. Before Ms Willow could do more than moan in giddy ecstasy though, ready to wrap her mouth around his cock and begin suckling in earnest, she felt two warm, furred hands grasp at her cheeks, and found her gaze being held so she met the spotted cat's own once more. Breathlessly, and in his first coherent words for quite some time, Kemper growled to Ms Willow in shameless adoration.

"Not... n-not just because you know more. Ms Willow. You... you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And... e-even if I could have been with some other girl at college? When I was alone in my dorm, a-and... touched myself? I always imagined that I was back here. And that... I f-finally had the courage to knock on your door, and see if a lady as incredible as you c-could ever be interested in fooling around with a guy like me."

After speaking those words with all the courage and conviction he could muster, Kemper said nothing more. He simply let loose a giddy, desperate cry of longing, and helplessly gripped at the soaking wet red hair of the human before him as she finally wrapped her lips around his cock and began to swallow him up. With Kemper seated on the edge of the pool, drenched boxers wrapped around his knees, the older woman stood in the water that rose up part way over her curvy stomach and began to deliver a blowjob that made use of all her expertise and practice with other guys. She had fantasised about this for the best part of a year, just like the feline male himself, and so as she slurped and bobbed up and down on his length it was little surprise that one of her hands was fondling beneath the water, between her legs, while the other teased and tweaked at the firm nipples upon her smooth, glistening breasts.

Moans and whimpers of shared, mutual longing filled the back yard as Kemper and indeed Ms Willow herself were pleasured by the human's touch. Over and over again the woman glanced up at her furry lover, and giggled through her mouthful of cock at the wide eyed, gleefully dumbstruck expression fixed upon his features. He was hyper aware of what was happening to him. He was having sex. Being pleasured by a woman for the very first time in his life. By another person for the very first time in his life. Up until now, Kemper hadn't thought it was possible to feel better than he had that night when he watched Ms Willow masturbate before his eyes. Jerking off knowing that the object of his desires was equally stricken by pleasure, pounding her pussy with a thick rubber cock, had fuelled his fantasies for an entire year. No fantasy had even come close to replicating the knowledge that he had actually shared pleasure with another person, even if two walls and a street's width separated them.

And yet, now... now Kemper had a new benchmark, and with every passing second it was being reset higher and higher, as he experienced pleasure the likes of which he had never dared hope for under the thrall of Ms Willow's soft, moist lips and hot, wet tongue.

His feet splashed, and his toes curled in the warm water of the sun-lit pool. He stared down at the beautiful, pale skinned body of the human before him; her flesh shimmering with wetness and making her already deliciously smooth form all the more gorgeous to behold. She was too much. Too much for his young, inexperienced self to handle. Once more Kemper let loose a strained whimper of hungry desire, and forced himself to call out to the woman eagerly bobbing and suckling upon his erection.

"Ms Willow, I-I... I'm... I can't hold it. Oh. Oh g-god... I can't..."

He didn't know exactly how he'd expected the human to respond. By withdrawing and ceasing all attempts to pleasure him. By easing off, and asking him if he [i]wanted[/i] to finish. Those ideas and the million other thoughts that flashed through the feline hybrid's mind in that moment seemed equally likely and dumb all at once. In reality though, her reaction was far more simple and basic than that; and in that way, everything that Kemper's primally focused, wholly overwhelmed mind could have hoped for.

The human started to suck him harder, and one of her hands departed from her breasts to grope at the base of his crotch; beneath where her lips could barely reach at the deepest moments of her slurping along the length of his cock, and wrapping around the swollen bulge of his canid erection's knot. Ms Willow squeezed once, and giggled through the mouthful of cock she was currently handling as Kemper let loose a high, squealing cry of ecstasy. So adorable. She squeezed again, and gurgled happily as a spurt of hot, rich pre-cum hit the back of her throat with substantial force. Her lips drew back, wrapping around the very head of the male's erection, and it was then, as she massaged his knot and suckled and lapped at the sensitive tip of his cock that she drove Kemper over the brink of gleeful madness, and into the embrace of his first ever orgasm at the direct behest of another.

"Ms... a-aahhh... oh god... [i]Willow[/i]! I... ohh... ohhhh [i]yes! [b]Yes[/b][/i]!"

Thick ribbons of cum launched themselves down the MILF's throat, and she hungrily swallowed each and every drop with practised ease. Kemper clutched at her hair and held her mouth against his cock, bucking and grinding himself up against her beautiful face as his legs kicked and thrashed, sending plumes of water spraying up from the pool in which the human's naked figure was still standing as she coaxed the cat through his orgasm. She moaned in lustful desire with each throbbing pulse of his knot within her hand, and gulped down his cum shamelessly, relishing the sweet, slightly tangy taste it offered her.

This boy before her... he was a man now. Or at least, well on his way. And by the time she was done with him that very afternoon, he wouldn't just be [i]a[/i] man anymore. He'd be [i]her[/i] man.

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"Yes. [i]Yes[/i]! O-oh fuck, Kemper! Deeper... h-harder... ohhh god, y-yeah... just like... a-[i]aaahhh[/i]... like that!"

Barely an hour later, the feline not only felt the last vestiges of his virginity falling away, but found himself swelling with a new pride and confidence. He lay back on one of Ms Willow's pool loungers, staring up at the beautiful figure of his human lover as she bounced and writhed upon his rigid cock. She was dressed again, but that somehow only made the situation a thousand times hotter. Wearing a light blue sundress in the exact same style as the one which was still floating somewhere in the pool, one of her breasts had already bounced free from its clutches. The broad rimmed hat she was wearing lay crooked upon her head, and the sunglasses she had worn as she lay down to relax with the feline male while he recovered were askew upon the bridge of her nose.

The fence around Ms Willow's yard may have been high, but it was far from soundproof. Yet Kemper didn't care. He didn't care if the neighbours heard. If his parents heard. He didn't care if the whole world knew what he was doing to the incredible human woman riding his cock. Actually... no. He did care. He [b]wanted[/b] them to hear, and to know that he was responsible for every scream. Every frantic moan. And soon... soon, responsible for making Ms Willow cum. Not by playing the role of voyeur. Not in an abstract sense as the object of her fantasies, as had apparently been the case over the last year just as she had been for him. Kemper was going to make Ms Willow cum as she rode his rigid, no longer virgin member. He was going to make her cum [i]hard[/i].

Grasping at the woman's smooth, alabaster thighs with his clawed fingertips, Kemper snarled savagely as he bucked his hips up against her lately downward thrust with all the effort he could muster. A frenzied shriek escaped Ms Willow, and a thick, slurping pop rang out between them as his already partially engorged knot forced its way into her pussy. The human's inner walls convulsed and squeezed violently around Kemper's cock, and he yowled with delirious joy once again. Before he could be overwhelmed by the clutching grip around his knot though, and unload his own seed deep inside Ms Willow's pussy, he had to ensure that she was right there alongside him. One trembling hand slid across the human's bare thigh, beneath the tousled lower hem of her sundress, and fumbled over the small patch of neatly trimmed red hair resting upon her mound. It dipped just a little lower, and a rumbling growl of satisfaction escaped Kemper as he saw the woman's eyes widen; his thumb grazing across the swollen, exposed nub of her clitoris.

Shuddering and writhing, glasses half hanging off her wide eyed, open mouthed freckled face, Ms Willow's plump body toppled forward. Her exposed breast pressed against the smooth, mostly sun-dried fur of Kemper's chest, and in the midst of a frantic moan of lust, she pressed her mouth sloppily to his in a heated kiss.

"H-hhhaahhyes. Kemper... k-kitten... ohhh... sweetie. C-cum with me. Please, baby. O-ohhh please... c-ahhh... cum... oh... oohhhhhh! [i]Ohhhh [b]god[/b][/i]!"

Kemper's eyes bulged, and though he was soon to be lost in the savage embrace of his own orgasm, in those few moments of clarity he fought to cling to every feeling. To remember every sensation of how it felt as the older woman began to cum around him. The convulsions of her inner walls. The rhythm and intensity with which they squeezed him. The wetness. The flooding, squirting ejaculations that gushed over his crotch and the base of his cock. And her cries. Her joyous, beautiful screams of ecstasy, which were what finally drove the feline male wild and forced him oh so happily to join her in a shared, wonderfully intense peak.

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The heat of the day passed, but the cool of the evening only added to the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere beside Ms Willow's pool.

Kemper lay on his stomach, nibbling and kissing at the human's pale thighs, while she stroked his head with one hand and held a glass of lemonade in the other, drawing it to her lips and taking soft gulps between giggles, moans, and soft spoken words. They were both exhausted, and with good reason. The lounger upon which they were both lying was soaked, and not just from their repeated dips into the pool. A wetter, darker patch rested just below where Willow's rump was currently at rest, and with his close proximity Kemper could pick out the older, muskier smell of their combined juices through the fresher scent of Ms Willow's continued arousal.

The woman still wore her pale blue sundress, though it was useless in all respects, both her breasts resting freely and exposed, both shoulder straps lying limp and entirely removed from her arms, and its skirt portion hiked up so that everything below her belly button was exposed. She may have looked peaceful as she sipped her iced drink, but her whole body was trembling with exertion. There was something to be said for the vigour of youth. Kemper was relentless in his pleasuring of her, and while she revelled in it... it was beginning to push her to her own limits of what she could handle and reasonably expect to remain conscious afterwards.

"A-aah... oh... Kemper..."

She grunted, body writhing and spilling a little lemonade over her breasts as the male's muzzle darted forward, wiggling its way in between the apex of her thighs and dragging his rough tongue over her swollen clit. The feline male raised his head; the fur around his mouth still wet from his last delving expedition into the human's pussy, but his eyes wide and blazing with hunger for yet more.

"Still too sensitive? Or... c-can I... can I eat you again? I want to make you cum more, Willow. It's so fucking hot."

The human's cheeks flushed beneath her freckled skin, and she giggled in equal parts bashful and excitable joy.

"What have I unleashed on the world? G-god... Kemper, you know I want you to. You know I'd take you to my bed and have you with me all night. But... your parents. They'll be wondering where you are."

Kemper lifted his head from between the woman's legs, and stared at her in confusion for a moment.

"Parents? What do you..."

His voice trailed off, and he snorted with laughter.

"Oh! Oh, yeah, right. My parents. Y-yeah... they'll... they'll be so mad if I don't go home, and... I can't exactly say I'm spending the night. But... I [i]can[/i] do this. I can eat you out... one last time."

Kemper tried to slip back into character. He tried to put on the slightly more bashful and uncertain tone of the younger version of himself he was playing; a man without experience. A man who until today had been a virgin, thanks to his naughty neighbour. But the mistake had been made, and the illusion was, at long last, broken.

With a warm sigh, Willow set down her lemonade and rubbed two fingers across the crevice of her breasts where the spilled droplets of that cool beverage had fallen. She suckled teasingly on her digits, and grinned down at her boyfriend.

"And we were doing so well too. Here was me thinking I might get to play the horny old MILF all night."

The feline male's cheeks flushed beneath his dark fur. He kissed fondly at one of his lover's thighs.

"Sorry, baby. I guess my brain's a little jumbled. I mean... fuck... how many times have you made me cum today?"

Willow murmured happily just thinking about it. She giggled, playfully pretending to try and count on her fingers.

"I think... six? So far, anyway. But it's okay. I'm just as happy making my boyfriend cum as the innocent teen from across the street. Even if it is fucking hot... pretending to be someone else. Being your slutty mature neighbour. And having you as my innocent little toy boy, so easy to corrupt."

A happy growl escaped Kemper. He dragged himself up onto all fours, and crawled up the lounger, straddling Willow's body. Instinctively the human woman gave a happy whimper, and lifted her legs up, wrapping them around the male's back and hooking them over the base of his twitching tail.

"You can be my MILF any time, Willow. And I'll be your toy boy. Just say the word."

He nuzzled between her breasts, licking at her smooth flesh and tasting the sweet, sharp residue of the lemonade that she had spilled there. He lifted his head just moments later to find her face craning upward towards him, and with a mutual moan of longing, they kissed.

It was only some twenty seconds later, as that kiss ended, that Willow did as her lover had suggested. She said the word. Or rather, the words, to bring them both a whole world of new pleasure together.

"Fuck me."

Trembling with joy, Willow ran her fingers down her lover's back, and groaned in joy as she felt his hips lowering towards hers, seeking out the warm, wet embrace of her pussy with his hard cock.

"Fuck me, K-Kemper. Forget Ms Willow. You're [i]my[/i] man. You're [i]mine[/i]. And I'm yours. So... o-oh... fuck. [i]Fuck[/i]. Kemper! A-ahh y-yes... [b]yes[/b]. Fuck me!"

By Jeeves

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