The Boys from the Neighborhood and My Cat Secret

At forty-five, Susana lived alone in a low house at the back of the neighborhood, surrounded by six cats that came and went through the window as if they were the only ones with permission to stay. They called her the old maid, though never to her face. She was a full-bodied, mature woman, with big breasts that moved freely beneath her loose blouses, broad hips, and a round, firm ass that years had not defeated.

She had shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes that mixed tiredness with an old hunger that never left her. Her fleshy mouth was almost never looked at twice by anyone her age. But the boys from the neighborhood did look at her. Nineteen-, twenty-, twenty-two-year-old guys, with their cocks always hard, loaded with desire that found no easy outlet, neither with their shy girlfriends nor with their own hands pounding away in secret.

Her routine was always the same before everything changed. She got up early, fed the cats—Lunares, Carbón, Nieve, Manchas, Gata, and old Romeo—drank a bitter mate, and sat down on the living room sofa with her robe half-open. Sometimes she spread her legs right there, licked two fingers, and pushed them into her cunt, moving them slowly while she imagined young cocks shoving her to the hilt. Her last boyfriend had left her ten years earlier, saying she was «too much» in bed, that she wanted to fuck three times a night and he couldn’t keep up. Since then, nothing. Only her fingers, some cucumber from the fridge when the heat drove her crazy, and a loneliness that had worked its way into her bones.

***

It all started on a hot summer Tuesday, three months ago. Damián, a twenty-year-old who lived two houses down, knocked on the door to borrow a tool. Susana opened it in a short robe, legs bare and neckline loose, her big tits showing without a bra. The boy stared straight at her, not even trying to hide it, and she saw the bulge grow in his shorts. She felt that look slide down her back and lodge itself between her legs.

They talked for a while in the kitchen, him sweating, her pouring him a glass of water and bending over on purpose to show him her whole cleavage. All at once Damián moved closer than necessary and spoke softly, his voice rough.

—Mrs. Susana, you still look great. Don’t you get bored being so alone?

She didn’t think it through. She just opened her robe all the way and let him look. She stood naked against the counter, with her sagging mature breasts hanging heavy, her nipples already hard as pebbles, and her hairy, hungry cunt on display.

—Then come here —she said—. Nobody here finds out anything. And show me what you’ve got in those shorts.

Damián didn’t hesitate. He yanked his shorts down and his cock sprang out, thick, red at the tip, hard as iron. Susana threw herself on him right there, kneeling in the kitchen, and took it all the way into her mouth without even kissing him. The boy let out a moan he hadn’t expected and grabbed her head with both hands. She sucked him with ten years of pent-up hunger, pulling him out of her mouth to lick his balls, then taking him back in to the throat, drooling down her chin, looking up at him with her green eyes shining.

—Mrs., I’m gonna come —he warned her, panting.

—Not yet, boy —she told him, then stood up, turned around, and leaned against the counter, offering him her ass—. Put it in first. Tear me up.

Damián came up behind her, grabbed her tits with both hands, and drove his cock in with one single thrust. Susana arched and let out a hoarse cry that made two cats lift their heads. The boy started fucking her hard, with a kid’s urgency, slapping her ass against her hips. She braced herself on the counter with both hands and met every shove by pushing her ass back.

—Like that, come on, harder, don’t stop —she told him, gasping—. Give it to me with everything, nobody’s fucked me like this in years.

The boy grabbed her hair, pulled a little, and kept pounding into her. In two minutes he was shaking, he gave three deeper thrusts, and came inside with a long moan, unloading the hot cream that ran down Susana’s thighs when he pulled out. Damián stepped away red-faced, his cock still dripping, and apologized for lasting so little.

She laughed softly, ran two fingers through her cunt to gather the semen, took them to her mouth, and sucked them slowly while staring at him.

—Don’t worry, boy. We’ve got the whole afternoon. And at your age you’ll be hard again in five minutes.

And that’s how it went. Damián recovered quickly and went back to mounting her on the living room sofa, this time her on top, riding him slowly with her tits bouncing against his face while he sucked them and bit her nipples. The third time was in bed, her face down with a pillow under her hips and him on top, fucking her deep, no rush now, learning her body like someone studying a new map. By the end of the day, Susana had her legs trembling, her cunt swollen and burning from so much use, and a smile no one had seen on her for years. The cats watched from the back of the sofa, indifferent, like silent witnesses to a secret that had only just begun.

***

The next day, Damián didn’t come alone. He brought two friends: Bruno, nineteen, skinny and nervous, and Iván, twenty-one, stockier and quieter, with a cock that showed bulky against his jeans. They arrived in the middle of the afternoon, when Susana was feeding the cats, and there was no need to say much. She let them into the living room, drew the curtains, and sat on the edge of the sofa, already without panties under her short skirt.

—Come in, boys —she said, amused by Bruno’s frightened face—. I don’t bite. Well, almost not. And take your clothes off, you didn’t come here to watch television.

The three of them stripped right there, half nervous, and Susana looked them over from head to toe. Damián had been hard since before. Iván’s was the thickest, short but with a thickness that made her lick her lips. Bruno’s was long and skinny like him, barely trembling. Susana opened her blouse, took off her skirt, and stood naked in front of the three of them, touching one breast with a hand and her cunt with the other.

—Come here, all of you —she told them—. One at a time isn’t enough.

She knelt on the rug and took all three at once. With her mouth she took Iván’s, the thickest one, choking a little at first and then coating it with saliva so she could suck it better. With her right hand she jerked Damián off and with her left Bruno, moving the three cocks at different rhythms, switching every so often from one mouth to another. Bruno, who had arrived mute with shyness, was already grabbing her tits from behind and pushing her head down so she’d suck him deeper.

—Suck it all, ma’am, all the way down —Iván told her, grabbing her hair with both hands and pushing himself to the back of her throat.

Susana let him do it, eyes watering, drool running down her chin to her tits. Then she flopped onto her back on the rug, legs open, and called them over.

—One below, one on top, one in the mouth. All at once, boys.

Damián lay down first and she got on top, impaling herself on his cock in one go. Iván got behind her and grabbed her ass, spitting on her asshole and rubbing the thick tip against the tight hole. Bruno stood to one side with his cock in his hand, aiming it at her mouth.

—Slow down, you —she ordered Iván, feeling how he was starting to force her ass—, this isn’t a race. Put it in little by little.

Iván pushed slowly and the thick cock slid into her amid Susana’s muffled moans, her mouth full with Bruno’s. When she had both holes filled, with Damián moving her cunt from below, she started moaning like she had never moaned in her life. The three of them settled in, found a rhythm, and fucked her together for long minutes, changing positions, taking turns with each hole. Bruno finished first, coming on her face with a sharp moan, splattering her cheeks and tits with hot streams of cream. Iván was second, inside her ass, thrusting deep until he unloaded everything. Damián held out longer and finished her off on her knees in front of him, mouth open, tongue out, taking the load right on her tongue and swallowing what she could.

They took turns for more than an hour, switching places, laughing among themselves, discovering her. They tried every hole, bent her over on all fours, folded her over the sofa, fucked her two at a time and three at a time. When they left, well into the night, they promised to come back. Susana stayed sprawled on the sofa, panting, with cream running down her thighs and her tits stained, with a cat climbing onto her chest as if nothing had happened. That night she slept through the night for the first time in years.

***

From that day on, it became routine. Every morning, between nine and eleven, one of them would show up alone. Sometimes it was Damián, who liked to start the day without rushing, waking her slowly, slipping under the sheets and eating her cunt slowly, making her come with his tongue before he put his cock in her.

—You’re my favorite alarm clock —she murmured against the pillow, half asleep, arching her ass back so he could take her from behind while she stayed lying down.

Damián grabbed her hips and fucked her like that, spooning, slowly, unhurried, whispering filthy things in her ear while he squeezed her tits beneath her nightgown. He’d finish by coming inside her and staying wrapped around her, his cock still inside, until it softened on its own.

Other mornings Bruno came, no longer the shy boy from the first day. He’d arrive with a box of pastries, leave it in the kitchen, and before breakfast he’d sit her at the table, open her legs, and eat her cunt until she trembled. Then he’d stand up, pull down his pants, and shove it in right there while she clung to the edge of the table. They fucked fast, hungry in the morning, and only then would they sit down to breakfast, chatting about soccer while Susana brewed mate in her robe, with the boy’s cream still dripping between her legs. That mix of shamelessness and tenderness pleased her more than she admitted.

In the afternoons, two or three would usually come together. That was the most charged time of day. Iván would arrive with some new guy, Gonzalo, twenty-two, dark-haired and laconic, but with a dark, long cock that Susana licked her lips over as soon as she saw it. They’d come in without ringing the bell—she had given them a copy of the key—and find her wherever she was, in the kitchen or in the yard with the cats. They’d grab her right there, lift her skirt, rip off her panties, and take turns sticking it in without even warning her. Susana would ask for whatever she felt like without a trace of shame, and they’d obey delightedly.

—Slower, we’ve got the whole afternoon —she’d say, setting the pace herself while the two of them had her pressed against the patio wall, one fucking her from the front and the other waiting his turn with a hard cock in his hand—. You didn’t come here to hurry anything. And you, Gonza, I want that black cock in my ass. Spit on me good first.

Gonzalo would spit on her and slowly push in his thick cock, opening her ass patiently while Iván kept fucking her cunt. Susana would be caught between the two of them, with both cocks inside at once, and she’d moan so loudly the cats would run out of the patio.

One day they brought another friend, Federico, nineteen, who arrived so red-faced it was almost sweet. The others laughed at him, but Susana took him by the hand, pulled him away from the rest, and led him to the bedroom. She stripped him slowly, kissed him on the mouth, took his cock with both hands, and sucked it softly, looking him in the eyes, until the boy stopped trembling. Then she lay on her back, spread her legs, and guided him slowly.

—Come on, mount me slow. No rush. And feel how wet I am.

Federico slid in trembling and she wrapped her legs around him, moving her hips to teach him the rhythm. The boy lasted little but came with a muffled cry against her neck, and stayed wrapped around her, breathing into her skin. Susana combed his hair with her fingers like he was a son. Federico left walking differently, as if he’d grown ten centimeters in an afternoon, and the others teased him all week.

***

The nights were for the bigger groups. Four or five boys arrived after eight, when it was already dark and the neighbors weren’t out on the sidewalk. Susana waited for them with the house dim, a bottle of cheap wine on the table and herself already in a bra and black panties, waiting on the sofa. The sessions could last two or three hours, among moans, slapping sounds, and complicit silences.

One memorable Thursday the five of them arrived: Damián, Bruno, Iván, Gonzalo, and Federico. That night was different. Before anything else, they spent a long while talking, drinking, telling her things they told no one: a girlfriend who had left them, a job that never appeared, a father they didn’t speak to. Susana listened to all of them with one hand up a pair of panties and another boy’s mouth pressed to her neck, and only then did things really get going.

It ended with her on all fours on the dining table, Damián fucking her from behind, Bruno putting his cock in her mouth from one side, Iván from the other, and Gonzalo waiting his turn with his cock in his hand. Federico, less shy now, ate her tits while pinching her nipples. They took turns all night, not leaving a single hole in peace. Susana came three times, the first with Iván inside her cunt and Damián in her ass at the same time, the second with Gonzalo fucking her deep while he grabbed both her tits from behind, the third with her face buried in Bruno’s chest while the others splashed their cum over her. She ended up bathed in semen: on her face, in her hair, on her tits, running down the insides of her thighs.

When they finished, almost at midnight, the boys left one by one, kissing her on the cheek at the door like nephews, leaving her naked on the sofa with her holes full of cream. Susana stayed in the living room, with the cats slowly returning to their usual spots.

—Come whenever you want, boys —she whispered, even though there was no one left to hear her.

For her, that was perfect. The cats sniffed the heavy air in the house but never came too close. Silent witnesses to the one thing that was hers and that she owed no one.

***

As the weeks went by, the routine turned into addiction. Susana almost never touched herself anymore; she waited for the visits like someone waiting for good news. She woke up thinking about which cock would knock on the door that morning. She got herself a little ready, put on the blouse that looked best without a bra underneath, left the kettle ready just in case, and a clean pair of panties folded beside it, even though she knew they wouldn’t stay on for five minutes.

One Friday Damián came alone, early. He found her still in bed, hair rumpled and a cat at her feet. He said almost nothing; he took off his sneakers, slipped under the sheets, and stayed for a while holding her before anything else. He was the oldest in the group and the one most willing to make those gestures.

—Today I’m in no rush —he told her in her ear, his hard cock resting against her ass.

He fucked her slowly, almost tenderly, spooned at first, then with her on top riding him softly while they kissed on the mouth like they were lovers. He ate her cunt for a long while before coming, and then made her come with his fingers and tongue two more times. When Damián left, he left two croissants on a plate and the promise to come back on Sunday.

That same afternoon Bruno and Iván showed up with a new boy: Maxi, nineteen, recently moved into the neighborhood, tall and lanky, with the face of someone who didn’t know where to put himself. They introduced him as «the one who needs to lose his fear of everything.» Susana looked him over and smiled.

—Sit down, Maxi —she said, patting the sofa beside her—. And relax that face, nobody here makes fun of anyone. Let’s see, show me what you’ve got.

She unzipped his pants herself, took out his cock—which was already half hard—and started sucking him slowly right there while Bruno and Iván undressed and waited. Maxi at first didn’t know what to do with his hands, but when she made him touch her tits through her blouse, he gained confidence. He ended up fucking her on his knees on the rug while Iván put his cock in Susana’s mouth and Bruno ate her ass from behind. Maxi left a different person, and the three of them ended up sprawled in the living room, laughing at anything and everything, with Susana naked among them, handing out glasses of lukewarm soda like she was the hostess at any ordinary get-together.

***

The night that Friday was the most crowded so far. The five regulars came back, plus Maxi. Six boys in her living room, occupying every corner, arguing over the TV control before she turned out the lights. Susana watched them from the kitchen and thought that, without realizing it, she’d built herself a strange family, made up of boys who had nowhere else to go.

That night all six of them fucked her in turns and together. They put her in the middle of the living room, on all fours, with Iván in front putting his cock in her mouth, Damián behind fucking her cunt, and the other four standing around jerking off and waiting their turn. Every so often they rotated, and Susana didn’t leave a single hole unused. They plugged all three holes at once more than once that night. They all ended up emptying themselves on her, throwing their cream on her face, her tits, her ass, one after another, until she was completely soaked, her hair stuck together and her body shining.

When they left, she was alone with the mess, the half-finished glasses, and the smell of semen and youth floating in the air. She sat on the sofa, with Romeo, the oldest cat, purring on her lap at one side, and passed her fingers through her swollen cunt, took them to her mouth, remembering, satisfied in a way that had nothing to do with loneliness anymore.

—This is what I want —she said softly—. For them to keep coming, that’s all.

***

On Saturday the cycle started early again. By eight Damián and Bruno were already at the door. They found her making the cats’ breakfast and stayed to drink mate, the three of them squeezed around the small kitchen table, talking about a weekend match. Things happened later, without hurry, as had already become the custom. They ended up in the bedroom, the two boys fucking her at once, one from the front and one from behind, with Susana in the middle biting her lips so she wouldn’t scream loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood.

By midmorning the rest arrived. The house filled with laughter, moans, and footsteps, and the morning stretched into noon between the living room, the bed, and even the patio, where the cats watched from the shade of the lemon tree as Iván bent her over the outdoor table and drove his cock all the way in while she clung to the edges. Susana lost track of the hours and the loads. She only knew she hadn’t felt this desired, this used, this part of something in a long time.

Sunday repeated itself, more relaxed. Morning with three, afternoon with four, night with all of them. Every day that passed, Susana felt more alive. She was no longer just the old maid with the cats. She was the woman the boys from the neighborhood chose to escape their troubles, to empty themselves into a cunt that was always waiting, to feel big, to go back home lighter. And she enjoyed it with every part of her mature body, with every open hole, with every drop of cream left inside her.

Weeks later, everything was still just as intense. Some mornings two would come; other nights, six. Sometimes they treated her with a tenderness that moved her; other times, with a shamelessness that made her burst out laughing while they grabbed her by the hair and fucked her against the wall. Susana no longer imagined another life. Her cats remained her silent companions, witnesses to every visit, every moan, every hot load between those four walls.

—Come on, boys —she whispered every morning when she opened her eyes, one hand already under the sheet, two fingers in her cunt—. I’m waiting for you here. Wide open.

And they always came back. Day after day. Because Susana, the old maid with the cats, had become without meaning to the dirtiest and most forbidden secret in the entire neighborhood.