4 comments/ 34036 views/ 33 favorites Summer of the Cougar By: somuchnot305 There are two people I must thank for this story. First, is tomski, who favorited me as an author and who shared with me the wonderful summer he had before college. Taking the actual events, but moving them to a different time and state, I hope I have remained to true his coming of age summer, many years ago. Second, is Privates1stClass for editing the story and helping me with the structure, to make it flow better. Thank you! ***** It was the summer of 2010, actually, that changed my young life. I had graduated from high school and was preparing to go to the University of Florida in the fall. It was an exciting time for me, full of promise, and an 18 year-old man. I was also a virgin. No, really. I hadn't had intercourse with a woman until that summer. Like a lot of boys, I read and watched a fair amount of porn on the Internet, but I'd never had actual physical contact with a woman. And after that summer, I could never go back to girls my age—all because of the cougars in my neighborhood. Cougars, not Florida panthers—I'm talking about middle-aged women on the prowl for young cock. I lived with my parents in a really nice community north of Fort Lauderdale, Florida, with large, acre-plus pieces of property and a private air strip. I had just graduated was just going to have fun, and make a few dollars during the summer. The family next door to us was the Martinez family—A husband, wife and kid in grade school. They had moved in several years before and were friends of my parents. The Martinez's had a fenced-in pool on their property, along with a screen-enclosed hot tub. Mr. And Mrs. Martinez often hired me to do odd jobs around their property, mostly lawn mowing and pool cleaning. I should say, Mrs. Martinez hired me, as her husband was often away on business travel for days at a time. Mrs. Martinez was smoking hot. Really. Smoking. Hot. 5'4", 125 pounds, with an olive/caramel complexion, Mrs. Martinez was your typical curvy Latina, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a full 34C cup. And she always dressed well. I wouldn't have believed her if she had told me she was in her mid-40's. In fact, I didn't and she had to show me her driver's license to convince me. I had been certain she was in her mid-30's. Across the street from Mrs. Martinez was the Brooks family. Andrew was my friend. His father, Andrew Senior, was white, and his mother, Jami was a light-skinned African-American beauty. I'm not exaggerating. Andrew's mom, Jami, was 5'10", 140 lbs, 46 years old, had a pair of full 36D breasts and beautiful full lips. She had unbelievable ass, even better than Mrs. Martinez's fine, fine "culo." The Brooks and Martinez families were close, with Mrs. Brooks and Mrs. Martinez going back and forth between each other's houses several times a day, every day. I don't think they even locked their doors; one would walk in unannounced on the other all the time. Even better, many an afternoon the two women would hang out at the Martinez's pool, drinking wine or boat drinks, and gossiping. I say even better because Andrew and I often did yard work at the Martinez residence. On hot, humid afternoon, while she and Mrs. Brooks were enjoying cocktails at the pool, Mrs. Martinez invited Andrew and me to cool off at the pool when we finished with her lawn. And that was how it started. After we helped ourselves to some cold bottled water from her cooler, we stripped down to our swim trunks and got in the pool. Not long after, Mrs. Brooks reminded Andrew that he had promised to take his mother to the mall that afternoon. Andrew and I agreed to talk later that afternoon about our plans for the weekend and he left. Unsure of what to do, I got out of the pool and began drying myself off. "Why don't you stay, Tom?" said Mrs. Martinez. "I'm going to continue to lay out and I don't mind the company." "Are you sure?" I asked, tentatively. "Yes, of course. You're a man with time on his hands, and world is your oyster. Enjoy the moment!" Of course, I didn't want to leave when this beautiful Latina asked me to stay and swim in her private pool. In addition to a six-foot fence around the perimeter of the pool, each house was at least 100 feet off the street and a few hundred feet from the next house. Some neighbors actually used golf carts to visit neighbors, the distance was that great. In short, nobody was going to come by without being noticed. After I swam for 10 minutes or so, Mrs. Martinez called out to me, "Tom! Oh, Tom! Would you be a dear and come over here and put some lotion on my back for me? I don't want to burn." Carefully contemplating how to get out of the pool without showing my cock in my trunks to her, I answered back, "Sure, Mrs. Martinez. I'll be right there." She smiled her Cheshire Cat smile at me, showing a hint of teeth. All I could think of, besides embarrassing myself with my cock, was how much I wanted to have sex with her. Climbing out of the pool, my body bladed to shield my growing erection, I looked at Mrs. Martinez. She was stretched out on her stomach on a chaise lounge in a tight, bright yellow two-piece bikini. My adolescent eyes had taken notice of the skimpiness of her bathing suit and I was afraid my ever-growing bulge was going to be obvious to her. She turned towards me and said, "Here's the lotion, Tom. Don't be sparing with it. I like to be coated with it." As she said this, she undid the ties on her bright yellow bikini top before lying back down. My senses were alive like they had never been before and I could smell the chlorine drying on her body, the shampoo she used that morning, and a hint of perfume. Prostrate on her stomach, all I could see was her long, dark hair, caramel skin and a bright yellow bikini bottom struggling, and failing, to cover a spectacular round ass. With every fiber of my body, I wanted to bury my tongue deep in that ass. The funny thing was, I was a virgin and had not really touched a woman, even though I'd looked at my share of porn and had read a lot, so I was nervous as hell. Kneeling beside her chair, I started applying it, sitting on the edge of her lounge chair and I got an instant hard-on. "God, I hope she doesn't see it." I said to myself. A soft moan escaped her lips and she said, "You're doing a great job, Tom. Just don't miss anywhere, I don't want to burn. Coat me with your lotion" I was shaking and hoped she didn't notice how nervous I was. "Sure, Mrs. Martinez." I said. Figuring it would help me find a way into her bikini bottoms, I struck up a conversation with her. "Mrs. Martinez, is it true you are an attorney?" "Yes, Tom. Why do you ask?" "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking about majoring in pre-law. What do you think?" I was hoping that my interest in her profession would be the "in" that I needed with her. "I think you'd make a fine attorney, Tom. You are very persuasive." I didn't know what she meant. No matter, I continued to rub lotion on her back, going slowly so it wouldn't end too soon. "Your skin is so soft and smooth, Mrs. Martinez." "Why thank you, Tom. My husband never notices. That's very sweet of you." Emboldened, I suppose, I shifted the focus of my ministrations to the sides of her torso. When I felt the softness of the side of her breasts, she sighed audibly and body seemed to relax. The combination of her sounds and her reaction excited me more. "Is it true that you have been married twice?" "Yes, Tom. I was. My first husband was an attorney too. We lived out west." "You divorced him?" "Yes. Why do you ask?" "I don't know. Was it hard for you?" "What do you mean?" she asked. "Starting over. Dating?" "No, Tom. There were plenty of men who were interested in me. And still are interested in me." I moved lower down her torso, working on her lower back, getting to her bikini bottoms. When I reached the fabric, Mrs. Martinez pulled them down about an inch farther, enough that I could clearly see the crack of her magnificent ass. I thought I was going to cum right then and there! Not wanting to look too eager, I went back up to the top of her shoulders and began again rubbing both sides of her torso. Slowly, she raised herself up slightly- so more of her breast on the right side was exposed under her. "Tom, your hands feel soooo good right now. They really relax me." She purred. "Do you like the feel of my breasts, Tom? Of course you do. Why don't you have a real feel?" and with that she rolled over, so that she was now on her back, with her bikini top on the chair underneath her. I was star struck and didn't know what to say or do. My cock, however, was now painfully stiff. "Go ahead and feel them, Tom. I want you to. Please?" Snapping out of my paralysis, I rubbed my thumb across her nipples and then grabbed a breast in each hand. They felt amazing. Licking my lips, I locked eyes with her. "Oh, Tom. I would love for you to taste them too." I needed no further encouragement. Seated next to her now on the lounge chair, I sucked like a newborn; these were the first tits for me ever. At 34C, they were full breasts that had fed her child as a baby, and had caused many a man to lose concentration. "Tom, have you ever done this before? I mean, been with a woman?" "No, Mrs. Martinez. Am I doing it wrong?" "Tom, sucking feels really good, but would you bite them a little and pull on them? The nipples? Ah, yes! That's it!" Her pencil eraser-sized nipples were standing out straight, demanding to be played with. As I did this—she reached into my lap and rubbed my cock through the fabric of my trunks. She continued rubbing my cock as I sucked her tits, and within a minute I blew my load in my trunks. I was embarrassed, but my cock—all seven-and-a-half inches of it—remained hard. "I have something else for me to feel and taste. Will you do that for me?" She started to slide her bikini bottoms off. Her bush was neatly trimmed, her outer lips glistening and her inner lips protruding and very wet. So much so, that her pussy juices were running down the crack of her ass. The inner lips were as dark as her areolae. I instantly reached for them. "Use your finger. The middle one. Run it up and down the slit and slide it into me." I did and she rolled her head back, eyes closed, and moaned in appreciation. Then I did what I had read about so many times, but had never tried: I took my tongue to her pussy. The musky scent of her pussy juice was intoxicating and I found myself drawn to that smooth cunt. She moaned louder—and pulled my head closer to her cunt. "God yes, Tom! That feels so good." After a few minutes, she pushed me back and got up and then knelt in front of me, before going down on her hands and knees, her ass facing me. "Lick me from behind, Tom. Lick me good!" I did, and as I was doing so, her sweet little brown rosebud looked back at me. I buried my tongue in her ass, deep, and she screamed with pleasure. Her ass had a surprisingly sweet smell to it. "Oh God yes, Tom! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck my ass with your tongue. Stick your tongue into my cunt! Yes, that's it!" My tongue was getting tired so I had to use my lips and jaw to work her pussy. "Oh God, Tom! I'm going to cum!" I had never experienced a woman cumming, so I was unprepared when she clamped her thighs around my head and came with a shout. Her legs were shaking and her pussy juices were everywhere, all over my face and hands and head. She had collapsed after the first orgasm and she lifted herself back up onto all fours after she came. "Keep going, don't stop! Don't stop! Eat my pussy, Tom!" In less than a minute, her whole body shuddered again and she came. I was proud of myself. Eighteen years old and a virgin that morning, but by the afternoon I was a real cocksman. Wordlessly, Mrs. Martinez turned around and pulled my trunks down and grabbed my cock. Still wet with my seed, she licked it clean while she looked into my eyes. When she was satisfied, she swallowed my cock whole and began working the shaft hard with her mouth and hands. "Mrs. Martinez, that's incredible! No one's ever done that before!" "Do you like it?" "Yes, very much!" as she engulfed my cock with her mouth and hands, working every sensitive spot expertly, yet not so much that I came. Removing some pubic hair from her mouth, Mrs. Martinez stopped sucking again to ask, "Do you like me sucking your cock right now? Outside, in the middle of the day?" "Yes, Mrs. Martinez." "Are you ready to fuck Mike Martinez's wife?" "Yes, Cl..." I started to say, before she cut me off. "You will call me Mrs. Martinez when you ram me with that fuck stick, and you'll do it whenever I tell you to, won't you?" I hadn't thought about it until later, but she didn't ask me to put on a condom. She was using birth control pills and wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, though I tried my best to impregnate her every chance I got to fuck her. "Yes, Mrs. Martinez." She turned now toward the lounge chair and rested her upper body on the chair. Her ass faced me again, and dared me to bust it wide open. Putting her petite hand between her legs, she grabbed my shaft and guided it into her. I was up to the challenge, and while I didn't have any prior experience, I could tell she was pretty tight for having had a child. I could feel her milking my cock with her muscles, the squishy sounds of pussy in rhythm with the pumping of my cock. When I couldn't take anymore I exploded within her tight cunt. She practically purred with delight. Spent, I collapsed on her. Mrs. Martinez extracted herself from under me and lay down on the lounge chair. When I regained my composure, I turned back to that hot little Latina slut. "I'm going to call your cock, 'Mr. Happy.' You know why, Tom?" "No, Mrs. Martinez." "It is always happy to see me and it makes me very happy when you stick it in my married cunt. And I'm sure it makes you happy too." She was on her back and I was on my knees with her heels on my shoulders. I raised her ass off the chair and rubbed my cock across her clit until I was hard again and she could take no more clitoral stimulation. Her inner thighs were glazed with pussy juice and my cum. I buried the shaft all the way in and didn't break contact until I shot another load inside her. When I did, her eyes grew wide before closing, her eyeballs going up and back into her head, a contented smile on her face. Mr. Martinez called me the next week. I was not home at the time and when I heard that he had called I was afraid that he had found out what his wife and I had done at their pool. Not that I cared too much about hurting his feelings. He was an ass. Very cocky. And not a very good-looking man, kind of on the chunky side. I finally got the courage to call him back. "Mr. Martinez, it's Tom. You called." "Hello, Tom. Thank you for calling me. I've been meaning to talk to you since I got back to town. Do you know why?" "No sir. I'm afraid I don't. Is everything OK?" "Of course, Tom. It's just that I have to travel again for work and I understand that you are saving money for a car for college, so I thought I would see if you could help my wife do some work around the house next week? Would you like that, Tom? I can't pay much, but good, hard work never hurt anyone, did it?" "No sir, it didn't. In fact, the harder and the dirtier, the better. I'm sure I can handle it." "Great! My wife will call you next week when she's ready for you. Now, is your father home, I have a few things I need to talk to him about." "Sure, Mr. Martinez. I'll get him for you." The next week arrived and no sooner than Mr. Martinez's car pulled out of the driveway, his wife was on the phone. "Tom, I know you spoke to my husband. He said you were willing to help me with a few things around the house. Could you come over now?" "Uh, okay. Are you sure it's all right?" "Why, whatever do you mean, Tom? Why wouldn't it be?" "Oh, I don't know." "Great. Come over as soon as you can." I got off the phone and ran to my room to pick out clothes and take a shower. While in the shower, I trimmed my pubic hair so that Mrs. Martinez wouldn't get anything caught in her teeth, like the last time. When I was done, I slapped on some cologne, to smell more sophisticated, and pulled on some board shorts and a tank top. Then, I dropped to the floor and did 40 push-ups, to pump up my chest. As casually, as I could, I crossed over our yard into hers and walked up to her front door. I rang the door bell. All the blinds were up and the curtains were back in every window. Mrs. Martinez came to the door in a bikini cover up. "Tom, I am so glad you are here. Step inside. We have so much to do!" No sooner than I had closed the door, Mrs. Martinez was rubbing my chest. "Tom, your pecs are so huge and firm." "Thank you, ma'am." I reciprocated by rubbing her beautiful tits through the gauzy fabric. I could tell that she wore only bikini panties-no bra-underneath her cover-up. Our eyes locked and we kissed. Mrs. Martinez pulled me slowly into the kitchen, just off to the side of the hallway to the front door. When I realized what she was doing, I backed her up against the table and she sat up on it as we made out and I pulled her cover up off and pulled her towards me to suck on her tits. The table was the same one that she and her family had breakfast at every morning. Mrs. Martinez, are you sure your husband won't be coming back soon?" "Yes, I'm positive. He's scheduled to be gone four to seven days this trip." "What about your kid, Mrs. Martinez?" "Summer camp, Tom. Are you scared? You're shaking a lot. You must be." "No, I just wanted to be certain we would not be disturbed." "I made sure we wouldn't." she said. Then, she lay back on the table and said "Lunch is served!" while pulling the crotch of her see-through panties to the side. Her pussy was now completely bare, glistening with sweat and pussy juice. Dropping to my knees before her, I pulled her bottoms aside and then went to work on the slick, tight pussy of hers, fingering and sucking it until she came for me. I stretched her panties out wide trying to gobble up every bit of her musky juice. Mrs. Martinez pulled my head into her crotch. "Yeah, that's it. Eat my married pussy, lawn boy!" I worked up and down her crotch, from her clit to her asshole, poking her rosebud and pussy from time to time with my tongue. Then I sucked her clit hard. Mrs. Martinez had shown me where the g-spot was so I worked the inside of her pussy with three fingers to stimulate it. With a gush, more than a spray, Mrs. Martinez came quickly, soaking my face. She grabbed me by the hair and made me look at her. "Sit down in my husband's chair, Tom. Now let me see Mr. Happy." I complied and she pulled down my board shorts and vigorously sucked my cock until I couldn't take it anymore. When my hips began to shake, she pulled my cock out of her mouth so that I would spray her face and chest with my jism. My cock pulsed in her hands as she said, "Let me clean you and Mr. Happy up and then we can go upstairs and get comfortable." What she didn't rub into her breasts, Mrs. Martinez licked off of me. Then, gracefully she stood up and took my hand, escorting me upstairs. We left our clothes on the floor of the kitchen. Once we got to her bedroom, Mrs. Martinez pulled the covers back and pushed me down onto the bed. Climbing on top of me, she pushed her slippery pussy down onto my body, sliding it down to my cock where she stopped. Moving slowly on my shaft, her outer and inner lips parted until I could feel the wetness of her cunt dripping down to my balls. I was hard again. "Now I'm going to ride you, just like I rode my husband, in the very same spot! What do you think about that, Tom?" Summer of the Cougar I would have cum right then, if she hadn't drained my balls downstairs a few minutes earlier. Reaching down, she guided my shaft into her sopping wet cunt and then lowered herself onto it. After the cockhead pushed through her lips, I felt an amazingly warm, wet and very tight pussy gripping my cock. "Oh God," she moaned, "I needed that so much. I thought about you the whole time I fucked my husband last night and this morning. He only came once and he couldn't last as long as you do." I wanted to jackhammer that cunt, but never having been ridden, I decided to enjoy the ride. She rode me like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull. All that was missing was a cowboy hat in the air! Like a stripper, Mrs. Martinez would flip her hair and then let brush across my chest and face as she held me down and rode my pole. She raked her fingernails slowly across my chest and nipples too. When she was close to climaxing she was bouncing violently on my cock, so much so that I had to hold her down onto my cock. The bed shook and wedding photos fell off of the night stands. "Aaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!" she screamed, throwing herself down onto my chest, her pussy contracting on my sore cock like a vise, milking every last bit of cum out of me. Seeing the pictures of her and her husband on the floor made her laugh out loud. We slept for an hour or so before getting up and doing it again. When we were through, I got dressed and Mrs. Martinez made sure to give me the cash that Mr. Martinez left for her to pay me for the "work" I was to do. This became a regular routine for us. Mrs. Martinez called me over during the day. I would lick her on the table where her husband sat for breakfast every morning, she sucked me off and then we fucked in their bed. During our lovemaking sessions, she would teach me about how to please a woman. When she blew me first, Mrs. Martinez ensured that my cock would stay hard for as long as she wanted to ride it or have it pound her. By July, I could fuck for hours, making her cum over and over again until her pussy was sore. Sometimes she had to finish me in her mouth to get me to go. Not that she complained about it! Things also got more intense as the summer wore on. Mrs. Martinez loved to talk about the other women in the neighborhood and ask me if I would fuck them. With one exception, I never got the chance, but I thought a lot about it, especially when I was between Mrs. Martinez's legs. One July morning I was eating her out, again on the breakfast table in the kitchen, when Mrs. Stib, from down the street, called. Mrs. Stib was white and about 40 years old, 5'4" and 120 pounds. A knockout ginger with 32B tits and a cute little ass. The kind that you would love to just spin around on your cock as you split her open. "Hi, Keri! How are you? Did you hear about the new lingerie that Jami bought? I wonder what her husband thought about that outfit." I liked it when she talked on the phone. It was a game and I had fun trying to see if I could make her scream or moan when she was on the phone, and then see if she could cover it up. I tried everything possible. This time, though, I couldn't get her to react. When she got off the phone, Mrs. Martinez slid off the table and took my hand. "Come on, Tom. Let's go upstairs and fuck." "Where?" "In my bed, silly! The same bed that my husband fucked me on last night. Would you like that"? "Yes, ma'am. Very much." I followed her up the stairs, staring at her perfectly heart-shaped ass. By the time we got to her room, I couldn't take any more. I threw her down on the bedspread and took her from behind. "Fuck me, Tom! Like that, yeah!" Her ass rose up to meet my cock with every stroke. Just as we got the rhythm going, she started. "You want to suck on Keri's nipples, don't you, Tom?" "Yes, Mrs. Martinez, I do!" "You like those pointy tits of hers, that always stuck out from under her blouses, especially when she went braless with her little bitty B cup tits. "She'll be here any minute now, Tom. We're going to go get our nails done. What are you going to do if she knocks on the door? "Maybe she'll be wearing those white cotton hipster panties. You can lick her pussy through them while I watch. Do you want to do that, Tom?" "Yes, Mrs. Martinez" "What else do you want to do to her?" "I'm going to lick her pussy and bury my tongue in her ass, Mrs. Martinez. And if you let me, I'm going to fuck the shit out of her." She moaned with delight at that last remark. She started pumping back on my cock even harder. "Oh, God! Tom. Why can't my husband fuck me like this? I'm going to be sore when you're through. I might have to suck his cock when he gets home to give my pussy a rest." That did it for me and pushed my cock in as far as I could and then I let loose with a full load of cum. Just as deep as I could shoot it, I pumped my jism into her. We weren't done yet. After she came, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Tongue fuck my ass, lawn boy." With her head buried in her husband's pillow she screamed as my tongue penetrated her sphincter. When I was done she reached down onto the floor and picked up her panties. She gave me her soiled panties. They were silky yellow and had been so sexy on her. They were drenched with her pussy juice. That night as I lay in bed fantasizing about her, I nibbled on the pussy soaked crotch for a while, and then wrapped them around my cock before rubbing that wet lace up and down my 7-1/2" rod. When I couldn't take anymore, I coated it fully with a big load of cum. I returned them to her the next morning, as she had requested. "I see you enjoyed them, didn't you, Tom?" "Yes, ma'am, I did." More than she could have imagined. Right there in the kitchen, I pushed Mrs. Martinez back up onto the table and stuffed the cum-stained panties into her pussy and then pulled them out slowly. After a few more times, she had a minor orgasm. Setting the dirty panties down on the table, she dragged me into the living room. The blinds were up. And the curtains were open. "Come fuck me stud. Right now. I want that cock in me." She dropped down onto all fours and placed her face against the window. I wasted no time in jamming my cock in that pussy. In between moans, she made an "innocent" remark that got me even harder. "I forgot to mention the water meter reader was coming by to check our water meter, in front of the house." "Should we do something different? "No, I don't think so. Do you think he'd want to watch us?" I said, "I don't know Mrs. Martinez? Maybe he'd want to fuck you too?" Mrs. Martinez liked that a lot. "Would you want me to fuck him in front of you? Right here?" "Yes, Mrs. Martinez." "Would you like me to lick his cock clean afterwards?" "Yes I would!" That sent her over the edge, and she shouted screams of pleasure as her pussy muscles locked down on my cock and squeezed every last drop of cum out of me. "Mrs. Martinez, why are you doing this?" "What do you mean?" "Why are you cheating on your husband and fucking me on the side? I'm not complaining, I'm just curious." "Silly Tom! I'm training you for college. So you'll be ready for all those wild women who will want to fuck you silly." I was glad she did. We fell asleep right there on her living room floor. When I woke up Mrs. Martinez was sucking my cock. I blew a load in her mouth and got dressed. I had to get home for dinner. Banter about Mrs. Stib had been fun and games, but things were about to get real. One afternoon in mid-July, after a vigorous fuck session on the kitchen table and in the Martinez's bed, Ms. Martinez said the most curious thing: "Tom, Jami commented yesterday that she had noticed how frequently you visit me in the mornings and early afternoons. She wondered why you were over here so much. You know what I told her, mi amor?" "I told her that you help me with things, from time to time." And then she said, "Jami said she could use some help too." Mrs. Martinez laughed as the words came out of her mouth. I wouldn't understand what she meant until a week later. It wasn't more than a week later, I had been at the Martinez residence for 15-20 minutes eating Mrs. Martinez's pussy on her table again—where her husband sat—and I was back at it, eating Mrs. Martinez' pussy. She was wearing a short floral print dress with black lace panties. The panties were on the floor in front of me and Mrs. Martinez' dress was bunched up around her waist. She hadn't been wearing a bra. Without warning Mrs. Brooks walked right into the kitchen from the door to the garage. I remembered that the garage had been open when I walked over to Mrs. Martinez's house, but hadn't thought anything of it. Feigning surprise, Mrs. Brooks stopped and stared at us, slack jawed. I was between Mrs. Martinez's legs and I was going to town on that tight, wet pussy of hers. Mrs. Martinez let out a sly laugh, followed by a deep moan as I munched on her clit. When she regained composure, Mrs. Brooks said, "Girlfriend, I think I have to try that too! My husband never did that for me!" Her nipples were clearly visible beneath her silk blouse. I didn't stop, and Mrs. Martinez laughed some more. Her legs were over my shoulder. From time to time, I looked over and I saw that Jami—Mrs. Brooks—had unfastened her slacks and appeared to be rubbing her clit. If all of that wasn't weird enough, the phone rang. It was Mr. Martinez. "Quiet. I have to take the call, in case he's on his way home." Mrs. Martinez said. "No way in hell am I going to stop eating this man's pussy, on his table, at his place!" I thought to myself. I kept at it, being more aggressive now in tonguing the clit and fingering her g-spot. "Yes, dear. Tom has been diligent in getting everything I needed done. What's that? Yes, he's here now. Do you want to talk to him?" "What the fuck are you doing?" I thought to myself. "No? OK. Where are you?" Mr. Martinez said something to her. "That's normally your last leg before coming home. Tonight?" Now Jami got in on the action, gently stroking Mrs. Martinez's nipples with her fingernails. After a while, she started licking those nipples and blowing on them. This was too good to be true. Mr. Martinez's voice got deeper and quieter. "Yes, I'd like that.. very much," whispered Mrs. Martinez. "I'll drop our son off at your parents for the night and get waxed. Would you like that?" I know I did. She was usually well trimmed, but sometimes Mrs. Martinez would get a Brazilian and I would tongue every square inch of her when she did. "OK, honey. See you tonight." She hung up just in time because I could feel her hips start to shake, signaling a massive orgasm. If I was lucky, she'd squirt all over me. After Mrs. Martinez came-she squirted too-I looked up at Jami. Her slacks were pulled down over her booty-liscious ass and with one hand she was violently rubbing her clit, while the other hand was rubbing and pulling her nipples through her blouse. I looked at Mrs. Martinez for approval. She nodded towards Jami and smiled. "Mrs. Brooks, if you want the same treatment I'll have to see your titties too!" Jami had on a button up blouse on and started slowly undoing the buttons, to expose a pink bra with lots of lace. I stood up; my face glazed with pussy juice, and kissed the tops of her tits before pulling the cups down. Her soft, rubbery nipples were the size of my pinkie—bigger than Mrs. Martinez's—and those half dollar size areolae were as dark as coal. I mean, damn! She was she hot. I sucked and pulled on them for 15 minutes while she stroked my cock and kissed my face and neck. When I'd had enough, I barked at her, "Bend over the table!" As she did, I slid her pants down, along with the matching pink thong. That coffee au lait ass looked delicious and as I squeezed and pulled those cheeks apart, I ran my tongue through her crack. She gasped loudly, saying "Oh my!" I couldn't believe she hadn't had her ass licked. "Here is what your husband has been missing..." I sunk my tongue in that bright pink pussy of hers and she let out a scream standing up and nearly breaking my nose. "Now bend over the table, Mrs. Brooks." She complied and I really munched on that sweet, yet tangy, black pussy with extra special attention to that hard and very engorged clit of hers. She came very quickly and then two more times in five minutes. It helped that Mrs. Martinez was working Jami's tits with her mouth and hands. "Oh my God, Tom" she hissed. "You really know how to drive a woman wild with lust!" I kissed her with the combined pussy juice from both of them on my face, she was like a kitten in a saucer of milk—licking my face clean. By late July, I was regularly visiting Mrs. Martinez. Often, she would meet me at the front door in nothing but a pair of matching pastel lace boy short cut panties and demi cup bra, so that her areolae could peek out. The lessons continued, but she had moved on to the finer points of fucking and sucking. She loved taking me upstairs to her bedroom and fucking me in the marital bed. She really got off on that. In fact, her husband and I were doing double duty on that lovely Latina cunt, so much that she had to change her sheets a couple times a week Too many peter tracks on the pillows and sheets! I saw Jami one more time that summer, in early August, when I was out in my parents' yard. She saw me motioned me over. As I approached her house she said, "Tom, I have a leak inside that I need fixed soon and my husband is out of town. Could you help me? It'll only be a few minutes." "I could take a look at it now. Let me get my tools and I'll be right back." I ran home and got my tools and then returned to her house. I rang the doorbell and Jami opened the door. "Where is the leak, Mrs. Brooks?" Her reply? She said, "Right here in this pussy!" "Mrs. Brooks, Jami, I'll need to see the problem with a closer look." I bent down on one knee and lifted her dress above the waist. There in all its glory, was her pussy covered by the front of a red thong and it was dripping wet. Mr. Brooks was a tall white guy about 195 pounds. Not a bad looking guy, but I guess he didn't like satisfying his wife much. I certainly did. "Tom, I never knew it could feel that good to have my pussy eaten. My husband doesn't eat anything that doesn't come on a plate!" "She wasn't on a plate, but she was going to be cumming soon enough," I thought. "How does it feel, to be a white boy licking that black pussy?" Between slurps, I managed to get out, "Good!" "Suck my clit harder. That's it. Now tongue that butthole. Oh God, I didn't know how good a tongue in my ass could feel. It's amazing! "You like that tight, black pussy, Tom? Do you?" I wasn't going to correct her and say that it was more of a light coffee complexion. "Yes, I do, Mrs. Brooks." "Call me Jami. If you're going to fuck me, we ought to go by first names, Tom." "OK, Jami." I sucked on her pussy through the thong and teased her lips with my tongue. Her thong was so wet the fabric was almost see-through. After a while I yanked them down, pushed her back on her couch, and jumped between those long legs of hers. I began eating that luscious cunt in earnest now and she screamed with pleasure. After she came, she pulled me up to her face and kissed me deeply. "I love your white face buried in my black cunt. And I bet I have a tighter pussy than than your girlfriend." By "girlfriend," she meant of course, Mrs. Martinez. Your turn, Tom. I'll show you how a cock should be sucked." And she did. She sucked it mercilessly, squeezing the shaft every time I was about to cum, to prolong things. It hurt when she was ready for the next event. "That's incredible, Jami! Even better than Mrs. Martinez's cocksucking." Stopping, Jami looked me in the eye and said, "Tom", I have to try this cock inside me that she brags about." I pulled her up and I sat on the couch and pulled her to sit down on my hard cock pointed skyward. As I did, I realized that we were right in front of the living room window and the curtains were pulled back, giving anyone standing in the front yard a full view of the fucking and sucking going on in Jami's house. Jami straddled me and lowered that pussy down on my cock. It took her three strokes before was able to work her way down to the base of my cock and once she got there, she ground her pussy lips down onto it. After a few minutes of fucking me in a seated position, I found I couldn't get the right angle, so I had her kneel on the couch ottoman, looking out the window. "I'm going to fuck that cunt of yours doggie-style, Jami!" And I did, pounding my meat home. The rhythm was fast and I couldn't help but spank that big bubble ass of hers while I fucked her from behind. "Oh God! Harder, harder, please God, fuck me harder!" That dark skin enveloping my white pole was so erotic. I had to concentrate not to bust a nut inside her pretty pussy. And it was tighter than Mrs. Martinez's too. "I love feeling your big sack slapping my bubble ass and my wet pussy lips." She said. I did too, actually. "Do you like how my big tits are swinging with every thrust of your cock? Do you? Spank my ass, Tom! Spank it! Pull those big titties hard too! Slap them and leave them sore when we're done fucking." I did, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I exploded inside her. I had so much cum shooting out that I pulled out and left a load on her ass and back. Some of it even shot onto the ottoman-a little reminder for Jami of the fucking she got by the lawn boy. Sadly, we never fucked again. For a long time, I didn't know if it was because I wasn't good enough or because she was just too nervous. The memories of that day fueled many jerk-off sessions in the years to come. I was so keyed up the next day that I went over to Mrs. Martinez. She greeted me at the door in a pair of loose-fitting shorts with a man's white oxford cloth button-down shirt. "Hola, Tomás! Come in, I was just about to start the laundry!" Once inside we embraced passionately. I wondered if she knew that I fucked Jami silly at her house the day before, but I'd save that for later. Pushing me against the door, she let the shirt fall to the floor, exposing her uncovered breasts. Then she dropped to her knees and unbuckled my pants, pulling my tight-whitey briefs down far enough that she could access my ball sack and cock. The blow jobs alone were an unbelievable experience. Mrs. Martinez always gave messy blowjobs and loved having cum on her face or dripping out of her mouth and down on her tits. Today was no exception. First she licked the pre-cum oozing out of my cockhead with her tongue; she loved its sweet taste. Then using her lips and tongue, she coated both sides of the shaft with saliva. Making eye contact with me, she worked the head of my cock, saliva and pre-cum running down my cock and into my neatly trimmed pubic hair. Stroking my cock with both hands, she pulled off of the head and said, "I bet you would like to see your cum on my face, wouldn't you?" "Yes!" "And I bet you dreamt of fucking my tan titties with that nice cock of yours, haven't you?" "Yes, I have." "I want you to do both for me now, and then you're going to help me wash the laundry!" With her hands, she pushed those pendulous breasts of hers together, her face glazed with saliva and cum, and I commenced to titfucking her. When I couldn't take it anymore, I reached down and directed my cock to shoot all over her chest and face. She came like that, without any clitoral or vaginal stimulation. "Mrs. Martinez, you are my cum-soaked slut, aren't you?" "Yes, Tom. I am. I'm your cumslut." Without breaking eye contact, she licked my shaft clean, rubbed the cum on her tits into her skin, and then scooped the cum off her face with her fingers, and ate it, licking her fingers clean. Summer of the Cougar Next, we went into the laundry room, where there was a large pile of clothes. She had already put in the first load and it was on spin cycle. I lifted her up onto the machine and went down on her. She loved it, screaming "God, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat that cunt, eat that filthy cunt of mine! I'm your little Latina whore!" She told me later that the double stimulation of the machine really got her off. I was ready to cum again so I put her down on the laundry pile and fucked her missionary style. Her legs wrapped around my torso, pulling me into her deeply. We came together and then she led me up to her bathroom. While I waited for her to get the shower ready, she handed me her husband's robe. Her pussy juice and my cum, mixed together on my cock, covered the inside of the robe. I laughed out loud at the thought of him putting it on that night or tomorrow morning, not knowing that I had had my wife with his slut wife all day today. The next to the last time I fucked Mrs. Martinez was one the best. It was late August on a hot Friday night, college football practices had already begun with practice games on Friday nights. I was driving by the grocery store and noticed her Lexus in the parking lot and stopped and waited for her to walk out. As soon as she saw me she waved. "Follow me." She said as she jumped into her Lexus. I did and after a few minutes it was obvious where we were going, the football field at my old high school. She actually drove to the back of the school, right next to the stands. I jumped out of my car and walked over to hers. "It's late. Where's your husband?" "He's at the practice game tonight. And drinking with friends afterwards." "And your kid?" "He's having a sleepover." I walked up to her car and started kissing her neck. When she moaned in my ear and I could feel her nipples harden under her tank top. "Wait a minute!" I said to myself. "She's not wearing a bra!" When I saw her at the grocery store it looked like she had a bra on, but when I walked up to her at the field-she didn't have one on. Her nipples were poking out big time. Somewhere during the drive to the field she had taken it off! She took me by the hand and said, "Just come with me." We walked out to the middle of the field - the 50-yard line - and then dropped to her knees and undid my belt. She then pulled my pants down and took my cock out. Looking up at me with her smoldering dark eyes, she declared, "Imagine the stands are full and people watching us." My cock wasn't in her mouth very long before she had me hard. "Lie down." she said as she hiked up her skirt and pulled of her panties off. Straddling me, she guided my cock into that wet cunt. Mrs. Martinez started slowly, getting my cock lubricated with her juices as she rode me cowgirl style. When the momentary friction of my penetration subsided, she began to grind down on my cock hard, and she was vocal. "God, my husband could only wish that he was as adventurous you are, Tom!" She was riding me like I was a bucking bronco, and it took all of my strength to hold her down onto my cock. Yelling, she demanded "Grab my tits, grab them! Goddammit, play with them!" as she pushed my cock all the way to her cervix. Fighting back and this onslaught, I grabbed her nipples through her tank top and bit down on them, making her scream with pleasure. They were hard as bullets and ready to kill. "Goddammit, yes, yes, yes! Fuck my MILF cunt! Show momma a lesson!" She was bouncing up and down on my shaft hard and it was hurting. "Yeah, that's it! Fuck me hard-harder than my husband can! Show me what the lawn boy's cock can do!" I couldn't hold it much longer and my ass was tearing up the turf. I could only imagine what Mrs. Martinez's knees looked like right then. We moved at least five yards across the field. "Ahhh, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Her pussy clamped down on my cock, compelling it to shoot my semen deep into her womb. My body thrust deeply into her as she collapsed onto me, spent, having cum and squirted all over my groin. I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her deeply on the mouth. We lay there on the grass for 20 minutes, dozing in each other's arms, before her cell went off. It was her husband, letting her know that he was on his way home and he wanted some pussy. "That's going to hurt." I thought, given how hard we had just fucked. She had serious turf burns on both knees and I had grass stains all over my back, with grass stuck in the crack of my ass. I would have done it again, in a heartbeat, if given the chance. The week before college, I was almost all packed up and ready to head up north to University of Florida. I was nervous about how I would do and whether I would get laid. But, I was more confident about sex, if I did find a willing partner. Mrs. Martinez had seen to that. I waited until Mr. Martinez left for work and then walked over to their house. Mrs. Martinez greeted me at the front door in a silk negligee with matching coral bikini panties. The fabric of the panties was a see-through mesh. "Oh, Tom! So glad you are here! I was just having a cup of coffee and I'm out of cream. Would you like a cup too and can you help me?" "Yes, Mrs. Martinez." "Good. Sit down there in my husband's chair. That's it. Be a dear, and unbuckle your belt for me and pull down your shorts." I complied with her request as she brought me a fresh cup of coffee, it was a strong brew and the aroma of coffee filled her kitchen. Taking a sip from her mug, Mrs. Martinez set the mug down and then dropped to her knees in front of me, as she had so many times before. There was a faint smell of men's cologne and sex about her. I wondered if Mr. Martinez had banged her before he went to work. "Why Mr. Happy. So good to see you. You are so hard today and your head is just the shade of dark red that I like in a man's cock." She licked her lips and began her ministrations on my dick. I held her by her head, running my hands through her thick, long and dark hair. She had used the same delicious smelling shampoo this morning that she always used. It all felt so good; her mouth on my cock, my hands in her hair. Sitting in Mr. Martinez's seat always turned me on too. It was the very spot where her husband would eat from tomorrow morning. And my bare ass-cheeks were on it, leaving my sweat and semen, mixed with her saliva, on the seat. When I was ready, I changed the dynamic of the moment, thrusting into her, more like a face fuck, actually. I stood up and fucked her mouth hard and fast. "Eat that cock. Eat it good." She looked up at me and mumbled something, but I was too close to gone to care about what it was. With a shout, I came, momentarily choking her. She pulled back and off of my shaft, and my cum shot into her eyes, her hair and her tits. I smiled seeing the cum in her hair. Mrs. Martinez often left my spunk on her for later when her husband fucked her. She was a very dirty, dirty woman. I doubt he ever knew how much we fucked in his house, his bed, and his shower. His 6" cock pleased her okay, he just couldn't go as long as I could or cum as many times. I always made sure she was taken care of and had cum a couple times before I was finished. It gets me off still today thinking about my cum all over the man's wife, his pillows and sheets, and clothes. "Tom, that was so good. My little married kitty is soaking wet. Will you lick it for me and make it better?" "Get up on the table, Mrs. Martinez." She did and I devoured that cunt through the fabric of her coral-colored panties, soaking them and covering my face in her juices. After cumming a few times, she pulled me up onto the table. "Come on, stud. Fuck me now!" I pulled her to me and lifted her up, dropping her down on to my cock. When it entered her, she gasped loudly and I took her over to the couch in the living room. The one she was always worried about staining. I didn't care. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders so I could penetrate her deeply and I rammed her repeatedly until she screamed and then passed out. "Wow!" I thought to myself. That only happened a few times. I waited until she came to and then resumed pumping, though at a much reduced speed. "Tom, lick my finger for me please?" she said, her right middle finger near my mouth. I did, slowly and sensuously for her as she slowly pulled it out, all while I was thrusting into her. "Now fuck me hard." My pace quickened and when she could tell that I was about to cum, she stuck that wet finger into my ass, sending me skyward. I came very hard and then I was out like light. That was the last time I ever fucked Mrs. Martinez. We still say hello to each other when I visit my parents. I'm too old and experienced now for my former cougar lover. I'll never forget her or what she did for me.