Two Weeks Later

Now that I'd been in Eden Valley for more than two weeks, I could feel the peculiar effects of the local water supply coursing through me. Not a single day had passed without me engaging in multiple sexual encounters, and it all felt oddly routine. I found myself being pursued by a variety of women—waitresses with playful smiles, doctors with an authoritative air, friendly neighbors, and even a few bold strangers who didn't bother with introductions. In turn, I had no qualms about reciprocating, comfortably engaging with the various women I encountered. The vitality of Eden Valley was astounding, with everyone looking vibrant and healthy. Elsewhere, my stamina would have been considered remarkable, with an inexhaustible supply of energy and readiness that returned mere minutes after each climax.

Time had become a blur, lost in a haze of constant indulgence, but one morning stood out. I awoke with the familiar sensation of a powerful erection, a regular occurrence since moving here. After a swift shower, I decided to visit my neighbor's house, seeking a morning encounter. However, no one was home and their absence left me momentarily at a loss. As I turned back to my house, my attention was caught by movement in the yard of the house adjacent to mine. For the past two weeks, it had been vacant, but now it was occupied by a striking figure—a tall, muscular woman with short-cropped platinum blonde hair. Her skin was deeply tanned, her body completely bare, adorned with an intricate tapestry of tattoos. The sunlight glinted off the metal of numerous piercings—ears, nipples, belly button, nose—sparking my curiosity about others hidden from view.

I approached her, calling out, "Good morning!" She started slightly, meeting my gaze before her lips curved into a slow, inviting smile.

"Good morning to you, too," she replied, her voice warm and confident.

"I'm Sam," I introduced myself, gesturing toward my house, "I live next door. I'm not sure if you knew her, but Emily was my Aunt."

A shadow of sadness crossed her face. "Oh, of course I knew Emily. Her **** was so tragic. I'm so sorry." Her voice softened as she continued, "I'm Kathleen. I travel a bit for fitness competitions, so I haven't been around much," she explained, stepping forward to envelop me in a strong embrace. The firmness of her muscles was undeniable, and I couldn't help but notice the tautness of her body as I returned the hug, my hands instinctively finding the curve of her remarkably toned backside.

"Thank you, and it's nice to meet you," I replied, feeling the warmth of her presence and the unexpected connection between us.

My cock was rock hard, still pulsing with life as it pressed against her toned belly during our embrace, only growing stiffer with each heartbeat. Just as I was about to move, she took command—pushing me onto a patio chair and, with unbridled desire, lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. She guided it expertly into her soaked, smooth pussy, marked only by the bold tattoo of Medusa's head above it. Her body was a masterpiece of muscle and curves; I could see every defined line in her back and thighs as she moved, riding me slowly at first before quickening the pace into a relentless, driving rhythm. At times, she would ease off, taking only the head of my cock inside her, teasing it with one hand as the other skillfully caressed her clit.

Her gasp filled the air as she cried, "Oh, god! I miss this town when I'm away," her fingers working furiously over her clit while her slick tunnel continued to tease me.

Not content with only a taste, I grasped her waist and turned her to face me. Stepping up, I drove in fully, impaling her completely as she moaned loudly, wrapping her strong, lithe legs around me and pulling herself close as I filled her. Though I could only hold the standing position for a few intense minutes, the passion surged as I carried us to the chaise lounge. There, laying my hard-bodied lover on her back, I continued my relentless thrusts.

"Fuck me, Sam. I'm going to cum. Fuck me harder!" she shouted, her voice echoing out and stirring even the quiet of the morning.

Eager to please, I spread her long legs wide until she was almost bent in half, then pounded into her smooth, swollen mound with all the power I could muster. Her cries of "Yes, yes, yes. Yes! YES! Oh YES!" accompanied a shuddering, all-consuming orgasm that left her whole body trembling with delight.

As I neared my own release, Kathleen shifted the focus of our passion. In one swift move, she pushed me aside and knelt before me, taking my cock—still slick with her juices—deep into her mouth. She sucked with fervor, licking along the underside of my shaft while I felt the head slide deep into her throat. At the very moment I was about to cum, her hand stroked my balls, sending me over the edge as I released a massive load straight down her throat. Gagging slightly, she pulled back, wiped her mouth, and smiled teasingly.

"Good morning," I managed to say as I tried to catch my breath.

"It definitely is now," she replied with a playful glint in her eyes. "I've got to finish getting my house in order, but I'll see you around, Sam. Thanks for coming by this morning."