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Cougar

By: Roussart



A few weeks after I graduated from college I started working for a very big high-tech company. Since my job requires that I spend most of my day in front of a computer screen, I decided to go to the company gym to keep in shape. I usually went right after work around 4 p.m. I guess everyone had the same idea; the place was packed. After a few days of doing more waiting than working out I decided to forget about the gym and jog instead. 

Since I do not have any set hours for work I started coming in later and leaving later. One night I worked until midnight and decided to give the gym a try again. To my surprise there was no one there, not even one of the trainers. I changed then went to the free weight section and began to do some stretches before hitting the weights. About half way through my stretching a woman came out of the changing room. I figure she was in her late thirties. She wasn't one of those women that ate nothing and a good gust of wind could knock over. She was about 5' 10" and had a very strong build. She wore a sweat suit but even through the thick layer of cotton you could tell she had a great body. Strong legs, flat stomach, and what looked like 36C breasts. She was a very sexy older woman, what my old college friends called a cougar. 

I hadn't noticed that I had stopped stretching and was just staring at her body until she spoke. "It's nice to have the place to your-self, isn't it?" she said. When I looked up to answer her I was struck by her beautiful face. She had high cheekbones that were framed nicely by shoulder length black hair. Her hair was so black that it had a blue tinge to it and shone like a sapphire. I then looked her in the eyes, which were the purest green I had ever seen. Even though you could tell she took very good care of her skin around her eyes you could see where laugh lines where starting to form. 

Taking in all of this in just nanoseconds I replied, "It certainly is. I was wondering why there isn't a staff member here?" She told me "All of the staff goes home at 8. So I'm usually the only one here every night. Since you can only get in with your security badge they keep it open with the understanding that you come here at your own risk." We made some more small talk about work. I found out that she worked in the manufacturing building and worked from 4 to midnight. With this bit of information I decided to start coming around midnight every night also. Through some conversation I found out her name was Julie.

After our little chat Julie went to the treadmill. I went to work on the weights. I couldn't keep my eyes off this woman. She was not the most beautiful woman I have ever seen but there was just something about her. It could have been that she was older and very confident. She made me feel a bit like a kid around her. I have always had a thing for older women. I think it's just the idea of having a woman that knows what she wants and how to get it that I find so attractive. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I would watch her on that treadmill and see those big breasts bobbing up and down and think about what it would be like to have my cock wedged between them. A couple of times Julie would catch me ogling her breasts and just smile like she knew what I was thinking. I would start to blush and turn my head but only for a few minutes before I had to have another look. 

After about an hour she stopped the treadmill toweled off then headed off to the changing room. I finished my set then also went to the showers. Once under the warm spray I took my hard cock in hand. I started stroking it slowly while thinking about Julie and her big breasts. It only took a few strokes before my 6 and a half incher started slinging yogurt all over the shower stall. I quickly toweled off and got dressed hoping to catch another glimpse of Julie before I went home to jerk off again. My plan was to pretend to be putting my stuff into my gym bag so I could see what she looked like in plain clothes. But when I got to the entrance I could smell her perfume and knew she had already left. 

Once I got home I jerked off twice more thinking about my cougar. Since I'm only 21 I seem to have an endless supply of cum and jerked off twice more in the morning. 

That day I went to work around 2 in the afternoon and worked until 11:45 knowing Julie would be getting off work and heading to the gym at 12. I rushed to the gym so I could get changed and start working out before she arrived. I was just starting my first set of squats when Julie came through the door. I was kind of surprised when I saw her in her skirt and silk blouse. I slowly took her in as she walked to the change room. She had a better body than I could ever imagine. Her skirt came down about mid thigh and you could see every muscle ripple with each step she took. My eyes moved up her flat stomach to her firm breasts that jiggled slightly as she walked. She opened the door and was gone into the changing room. 

She was in there for about 10 minutes. Which gave me time to calm down a little and start working out again. When she came out I was on my third set of squats. This time she had a sweatshirt on but instead of her sweat pants she had on a pair of solid white spandex shorts. 

I finished off my set while she stretched. What an ass! She might have been in her late thirties but she had an ass most teenage girls would kill for. I took a bit of a break, and toweled off the bar. When I glanced back at Julie she had her legs spread wide and was bending over with her head almost touching the floor. I could see her breasts hanging down through her sweatshirt. My mind started to wander as to what I could do with her in that position. Then I realized Julie was talking to me. I gave my head a little shake looked away and said "Sorry I didn't catch that. It's been a long day and I'm in my own little world." 

Julie giggled, "I asked you if it's been a rough day?"

I turned back to respond and noticed she was still in the same position. Talking to me from between her legs. "You want to believe it. Sometimes I think my boss tries to see how much work he can load on before we snap."

Julie laughed, "Ya, I've got one of those bosses too."

She then straightened up and walked to the treadmill. I put some weights on a bar to do some curls. While bending down I snuck a glance at her ass while she walked. I caught her checking me out in the mirror. Being a little embarrassed I looked away.

I went about with my workout for a half an hour or so while we exchanged glances and some small talk. While getting some weights ready for some presses Julie stopped the treadmill and went for a drink at the fountain. She came over and watched what I was doing. Toweling the sweat off of her forehead she asked, "You lifting heavy or light tonight?" 

I responded, "Well a little on the light side tonight since I don't have a spotter." 

She said, "Throw a few extra pounds on there and I'll spot you."

"Um, ok" I said. I put an extra 20 pounds on and lay down on the bench. Instead of standing behind the bench Julie straddled my body and grabbed the bar. I looked up and couldn't see her face only her big breasts. So pretending to be getting ready by moving around a bit. I took a good long look at her spandex clad pussy. The material was stretched nice and tight giving me a great view of her snatch. She was so close I could smell her rich muskiness. My cock started to stiffen in my shorts. It was trapped between my thigh and the leg of my boxers. Thankfully it wasn't straight up pitching a tent but I'm sure it was still quite noticeable. 

Trying to get my mind off her pussy so my cock would deflate I started to lift. Every time I would bring the bar down to my chest Julie would bend at the knees keeping her back straight with her hands just below the bar incase I needed some help. Seeing her pussy coming closer to my face didn't help the problem in my shorts. I couldn't help envisioning shoving my tongue straight into her sweet hole every time she squatted down. 

After my first set I just lay there and Julie never moved. I was getting ready for my next set and imagining what her pussy looked like under that spandex. Julie said, "hang on a sec I'm sweating like a pig." She reached down and with one swift movement grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. I looked in amazement at her matching white spandex sports bra. This also didn't help the problem in my shorts one bit. I don't know how I did it but I managed to get through two more sets. 

Julie then lifted her right leg and swung herself over me. I stood up as fast as I could trying to hide my hard on. I could tell she had seen it from the slight smile on her face. I nodded my head with embarrassment. That's when I noticed because of her straddling me her shorts were pulled right up into the slit of her pussy giving her camel toe. There is nothing that turns me on more than camel toe. I didn't think my cock could get any harder but it did. She said, "Well it's your turn to spot me." As she started removing some weight from the bar. 

Julie lay down on the bench and not being as brave as her walked up behind the bench. I realized my cock was still hard and trying to reach the ceiling and I could feel the air on my penis. I looked down to see if Julie had noticed and could tell she was looking right up the leg of my shorts at my cock. Knowing Julie had a good view of my cock made it twitch involuntarily, giving her an even better view. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I was praying she would hurry up and grab the bar so I could step back a little. She reached up and instead of grabbing the bar she slid her hand in to my shorts and wrapped her hand around my cock. Without letting go she pulled herself further up on the bench with the other hand. 

I couldn't believe what was happening. I know I have fantasized about something like this many times but never thought it would ever happen. She never said a word she just started stroking my cock. After a few strokes she grabbed firmly and pulled me lower until I was almost sitting on the edge of the bench. 

Julie stuck her tongue out and licked some of the pre cum from my head. She must have liked the taste because she devoured my cock. I could feel her tongue slide down the underside of my cock as she pulled me closer causing my cock to slide down her throat. I'm not that big but with her head tilted back like that most of my 6 ½ inches was wedged in her throat. She kept this up for a few minutes and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I have had my share of blowjobs before but I have never been deep throated. 

Julie pushed me away and told me to take off my shorts, which I did. There was no doubt in my mind this woman was experienced and was in charge. After I removed my shorts she grabbed my cock again and pulled me down so my cock slipped under her bra and between her big tits. I got ready for her to push her tits together so I could fuck them but instead she pulled my sack up and put one of my nuts into her mouth. She rolled it around with her tongue while I pulled the bra straps off her shoulders. I rolled her bra off her tits and down onto her flat stomach. Those beautiful tits sagged to the side a bit so I pushed them together so they wrapped around my cock. I started to move back and forth slowly fucking her tits. Julie let my go of my nut and spread my ass cheeks. As I was fucking her tits she stuck her tongue out rubbing it across my asshole. This drove me wild. I started fucking her tits like crazy. She grabbed my ass harder and slowed me down so she could shove her tongue right into my ass.

I knew I was really close and told her I was going to cum all over her tits. She let go of my ass, sat up and spun around. She looked up at me and said, "Cum in my mouth I want to taste you." I walked around the bar and stood in front of her. She took me back into her mouth and shoved me into the back of her throat again. I was just about to cum when she spread my cheeks again and started to push her finger into my ass. That was all I needed. I let out a big grunt as I shoved my cock as far down her throat as it would go. What a woman! She never gagged once as I let load after load of cum into her throat. When I started to slow down she pulled me out of her throat and took the last few spurts on her tongue, which she rolled around her mouth before swallowing. 

Julie just held me in her mouth until I stopped twitching and started to go soft. She got up went to the showers came out a few minutes later after I had my shorts back on. With a big smile on her face she said, "See ya tomorrow night." 

And I could have sworn I heard her give a little growl.

Cougar



I was surprised when the offer came to manage the new clinic down the valley. I liked the idea, I had managed the wellness clinic for an HMO for years. Then came some shuffles and moves, a marriage, a tragedy? Circumstance, like happens in life?

Back to being a single coming up on middle aged woman, living alone in a house that is too big, and working as just a Doctor on staff at the clinic.

Full circle, the rather efficient Nurse that used to work under me was now my boss. Unfortunately for me, she seemed quite happy with the position which I knew would be instantly mine should she move on.

There was no sign at all that she had any intentions of doing that. So, I took the offer.

How did I end up in this situation?

My husband Tom had bought that huge ranch, I knew he would be happy there but the truth is that I was miserable.

I just did not fit the lifestyle, I was used to living in the city. I had no choice for me, I left. Tom finally understood, when we moved back to just outside the city I was happy again, although my management job was gone.

I am probably a lousy Doctor, I don't like blood and I don't enjoy dealing with sick people. I see the things that people do to themselves over and over, it sometimes makes me so sad I sit alone and cry for them.

Looking at them on charts, a piece of paper? I can deal with that. I make the decisions that way of which specialist can perhaps help them.

Then my man, my husband Tom was lost in that crazy accident. It took a long time for me to finally accept that the rest of my life would be completely different now no matter what happened.

One day came that offer. A large increase in pay, a huge increase in responsibility, nearly 250 people on staff to keep track of? That was far more than the total of six I had to deal with at the HMO clinic. Why was I chosen? I really have no idea at all, other than one man, also a Doctor, but also a client, he knew me. He happened to be a major investor in the new development. He was the one that put my name on the list.

The bad part was the trip from out East of the city, across town, down the freeway nearly 90 miles, then back each day. Some days it was just a parking lot out there, I figured out all the shortcuts and that helped but still I found myself rolling in to my office garage some days as much as an hour behind. I began to leave for work earlier, then even earlier.

I knew I had to move, there was just no way out of it. It was either that or quit and do something else, and I loved the new position.

I put my house up for sale, expecting it to be a large problem the way things were going.

It wasn't. Not only was it not a problem but the broker ended up with two families from California bidding against each other, we ended up getting quite a bit more than the initial asking price which floored me.

The third floor Condo I bought was very nice, and just two miles from my office. Mine faced the small river nearby on one side from a large balcony. The bad part was one side of the living room faced the other building.

It did appear a little bit odd to me, the walkway between the two big buildings was only about 8 feet wide, it went into an inner garden section that was a common area in the center of the complex, well maintained. So I had a nice view at the front and rear, of course the other building was right there off one side of my living room.

There was also security, it required a key card for entry to any point, once at the outer section from the garages, then again to get into the building. I soon realized that several of the units remained unsold, so it was a plus that the area was quiet, most of the other people I saw were older couples.

With no lawns to mow or brush to trim, I had time freed up, plus the very long drive each day that had been exhausting was over.

I settled in quite nicely.

It was perhaps a month, I glanced out the big side by side four foot windows that faced the next building over, and saw some motion. A man walked past, he looked to be about 40 or so, tall and in good shape from what I could see.

I saw him several times, moving things around, it was obvious the unit over there had sold. I closed the drapes, to allow him privacy, then went on in to my office.

The next day I looked out and saw his drapes were closed, so I opened mine to let the Sun in on some plants. It was dark when I got home that night, I went into my kitchen and made a nice dinner, then sat in the living room to watch TV.

I glanced over and the drape across the way was about six inches up. The light was on in there, I thought nothing at all about it until I saw the man walk by.

He was naked, I could see him from the middle of his belly to his knees. His penis looked to be quite large, jutting out a good seven inches or so, it appeared to be partially erect. It was obvious that he was circumcised, I saw that clearly as it swing back and forth as he went by the window.

I sat there startled as he passed out of sight, then I got up and closed my own drapes. That had to be just an accident, with his own curtains pulled down that far he could not see me of course.

I sat and watched the TV, not really seeing or hearing what was on. That vision of the man like that kept popping into my head. I felt the familiar tingling in my own loins at the thought, so I got up and went into the bathroom.

I relieved myself, almost ashamed at the thoughts in my head as I did so. It had been several months since I had been with anyone. The affair I had had with a man named Carlton had ended of it's own accord. That had been fun but we both knew it really was not going anywhere. Carlton had called less and less until finally he just didn't call at all. The real truth there is that I missed the sex, but I did not miss Carlton if that makes sense.

Then I went back into the living room. I sat there thinking, got up and turned out the lights and the TV.

Shamefully, I slid the curtain up and peeked out over the windowsill.

The man was still there, still nude, but now he was sitting across the room in a chair. I couldn't see all of his face, but it was clear that he was watching something on the TV, I could see the flicker of light. He looked to be very muscular, a body like that is only gained from heavy exercise.

He was also fully erect, and masturbating!

I watched for a few moments, I could tell he was close to climax as I saw his upper body tense, then long shots of semen poured out and over his hand. He reached for a towel, wiped himself off, then leaned back and relaxed. I could see his face when he reclined the chair, his eyes were closed, he appeared content.

I let the drape fall, went to bed. I slept fitfully that night, and I woke several times with a dream of what I had seen clear in my mind.

I felt badly in a way, I didn't think I had any voyeur tendencies, but the vision had been illicit, exciting. Seeing the man in his most private moments, that was something I had never experienced before.

The next evening when I got home I peeked out without turning on the lights, he was there again, naked. The curtains were still partially up, perhaps even a bit more than before. I noticed a different light was on, before it had been something from the other side of the room that cast shadows, this time the light was closer to the windows, there were no shadows.

I peeked once again as the man stroked and manipulated his penis, it actually grew to be quite large and swollen, seemingly even more than the night before. My right hand went to my own private place, it only took a few touches before my own orgasm crashed over me.

Once again I felt ashamed of doing that, peeking out at him. The rest of the night I left the drapes closed tightly, managing to control myself.

There was over a week of that, it happened over and over. The man did not appear to ever wear any clothing at all when he was home, he was naked every time I saw him. Sometimes he was in a relaxed state, sometimes partially erect. Several nights I saw him as he climaxed.

It began to become a ritual, something I looked forward to. I found myself hurrying home from work to watch.

When Saturday evening came a couple of weeks later, I was in quite a state. I was in the mood to be laid, just plain fucked senseless by some faceless penis. That is blunt, I know, but it was a fact. Yet that is a rare thing for me, to ever engage in risky sexuality. I have though, sometimes things pile up and I want a man to hold me, love me even if it is pretend?

I showered and dressed nice, wearing a new outfit I had bought. It had a patterned blouse that really was quite sheer, in background light my breasts looked almost bare, in normal light it looked to be mildly conservative. I left it open at the throat to the tops of my breasts. It showed enough skin to attract notice without being slutty. The shirt was short and snug, hugging the flare of my hips. With medium heels, the arch of my calves showed off the strong muscles.

I first put on a bra, looked at myself. Then I took it off, put it back on again.

Finally I just left it off, my breasts sag some of course but not badly, plus I have managed to stay trim and snug from riding my bike so much. I looked carefully at the woman I saw in the mirror. Long gone was the 15 pounds extra I had battled for years, the tricks that I had learned with makeup and hair, decent clothing blessed the better parts of my image, and hid the flaws.

My body looked at least to me like that of a woman much younger, my 36 "C" cup breasts and 26 inch waist matched perfectly in my own mind. My legs were solid from hours of biking, something I kept up after the move at a nearby park with several miles of bike paths.

Spectacular? No, and I knew I never would be that, but attractive I felt sure of. Men sometimes looked at me now in a way I had never known in my younger years.

I even slipped on a frilly white thong, normally I wear simple panties but I was in one of those moods. We women are not supposed to say it, we aren't supposed to ever let it show, but I was horny, plain and simple.

Touching myself helped, but it just was not the same. Somewhere out there was a man, I was past the point of needing romance first.

"Cougar!" I told myself in my mind, then I laughed.

I took my Impala, and drove all the way up to Portland, to the little neighborhood bar where my friend Pam works. Of course I could have gone anywhere but the familiar surroundings would be helpful.

"Damn, girl! Are you trolling or what? You look great!" Pam gushed, the instant I walked in.

I laughed and blushed slightly, I guess I did look like one of those Cougars I hear about. Pam of course always looks like she is on the prowl, I have come to understand that it is part of her job. Pam is very good at offering her male customers accidental peeks, the shorts she often wears could be paint.

She told me once that sometimes her tips are enormous, and I learned to tell when she was out to make some extra cash, because one heck of a lot of Pam would be on display.

She slid me a glass of juice, sticking a straw in it to make it look like it was a drink of some kind. I almost never drink alcohol.

"So what's been going on, do you like the new job?" She asked me.

I explained about that, and described my new Condo. Then I told her about the man I had been watching.

Pam snickered, jokingly said something about coming down to see me for a visit, her grin huge.

"So what are you doing all the way back up here?" She asked.

"I just wanted to be where I knew someone." I told her.

"Need to hook up, honey?" She grinned at me some more.

Pam never was one for pulling any punches much, part of what I liked about her.

I guess I blushed but I also nodded. Pam just grinned, then she leaned in close.

"See that guy on the end, the one in the leather jacket?"

I looked, a man sat there with both hands wrapped around his drink, he seemed to be deep in thought. He did look nice though.

"Yea, what's the deal with him?"

"Beats me, he has been coming in the last few nights. He buys one drink, sits for an hour or two, then he leaves. Never hits on anybody. Just your type!"

"Probably gay." I muttered.

"Don't think so, hell, worth a shot." She stepped away to serve some drinks to a couple that walked in.

I looked the man's direction a few times, thinking I might just give him a big smile but all he did was stare at his glass. Another man came up to me and tried to strike up a conversation but he was obviously drunk and I was in no mood for any of that.

Several times I made the attempt to catch the other man's eye, I failed miserably. Here I was dressed to the nine's, and he didn't even notice me. I hate that.

I drove back home in a depressed mood, I really was not sure what I had been thinking. I even peeked out at the place next door but the lights were out.

The next few days I did my best to stay busy to keep my mind off what had been going on in the apartment across the walkway. It was terrible to be peeking at someone in their private moments, there had to be something wrong with me. I managed to not do that at all over the next few days.

Then Sunday came and I saw the Sun was out. It was actually fairly warm, so I went down to the garden area. I sat at one of the tables, reading a romance novel, letting the sunlight strike me.

"Hello!" a strong male voice came from right behind me, I almost jumped out of my skin.

I turned, it was him.

"Oh, hello. Nice day out, isn't it?"

"Yes. I looked out and saw you, I thought I would come down and introduce myself, I'm Nathan."

"Sally." He held out his hand, I shook it, noticing his grip was strong, his hands rough from some kind of work. He had a book in his other hand.

"Mind if I sit here?" He waved the hand with the book towards the other seat.

"Sure, that is fine." I realized I was having troubles meeting his gaze, but a waft of pleasure at being noticed swept over me.

"You live right across from me, don't you?" he asked, sitting down.

"Yes, I guess so."

"I thought so, I caught a glimpse of you the day I first moved in." He smiled a lazy smile. I suddenly felt like I wanted to run.

"I got careless, you saw me didn't you?" I realized his eyes were blue.

"Yes, I am sorry, I didn't mean to." I was now blushing furiously.

"It's OK. I didn't mind, in fact, it was exciting." He grinned again.

"I really didn't mean anything, I am sorry." I jumped up, now totally embarrassed. It was bad enough that I had been deliberately peeping at him but now I knew that he knew I was.

I made it back to my Condo and got safely inside, I was trembling. I left the curtains tightly shut, the next day I went to work normally. 

That night I had barely gotten home when the intercom buzzed. It was the front gate, they had a delivery for me.

"Be right down." I told them. They handed me one of the prettiest bouquets I had ever seen in my life. I carried it back, set it down and picked up the tiny sealed note. All it said on the outside was my name.

"My apologies if I upset you, but I really don't mind that such a lovely lady sees me." It was signed, "Nathan."

I grinned to myself, this man was certainly forward. I looked at the huge double windows, on impulse I walked over and looked out. The window was dark, no one was home, but the curtains were fully open.

I laughed at that, went in and took a shower, then made dinner. Later, I walked into my living room. On impulse, I looked out. The light was on but Nathan was not in sight. I pulled the cord, lifted my curtains all the way.

It was over a half hour before I saw him walk in, he was fully dressed. He looked out the window at me sitting there in my chair, then he lifted one hand and waved.

I waved back. He just stood there smiling. That was almost as strange as when he was walking back and forth or sitting in the chair naked.

I stood up, went over to the windows, planning to let the curtains fall. I glanced up at him, he was still standing there with a smile on his face. I felt myself flush, then my hands went to the front of my blouse with a mind of their own. I tripped a button, then another. I saw his hands come up to his shirt, he did the same. Good lord, what was I doing?

Finally at just the last button, I hesitated. He undid his last one, slipped his shirt off and let it fall. I tripped the last button, let my own blouse fall to the floor. I had on a thin and frilly bra I had bought. We stood there looking at each other, not a dozen feet apart across the narrow pathway. Since our units were on the upper floors, no one could see either of us. My breath quickened, began to come in short little gasps.

His hands went down to his belt, I wasn't wearing one. Instead, I undid the metal clip at my waist. I let my slacks fall to the floor, stepped out of them just as he stepped out of his.

I was wearing a matching pair of panties, he had nothing at all underneath. Nathan stood there with that same silly smile, completely naked, his penis already jutting straight out. He clasped his hands behind his neck, thrust his pelvis forward obscenely. His body was trim and muscular, hairless.

It was like something I saw just one time, when I was with a group of girls and we all ended up at a night club with male strippers. They had been so blatant, I had tried to not look but found myself unable not to.

I reached back and tripped my bra clasp, let it slide forward. Nathan had his erection in his hand by now, holding it outward in my direction. My breasts came bare, I reached down and lifted them, displaying them for him. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up with his free hand. My nipples crinkled up, I felt a flush of heat pour through my body, I knew I was out of any kind of control.

My loins had already flooded with moisture, I could feel the dampness between my legs.

"My God, what am I doing?" I thought, as my hands pressed the pantie down and off my hips. I stood there naked before him, Nathan took a step forward. He couldn't come any closer, he was already almost against the window. His penis was completely erect, pointing almost straight up. My hands dropped down, stroked my moist lips. I used my fingers to spread my lips, realizing he could only see my pubic hair that had long since grown back in if I did not. I even had to lift slightly up on my tiptoes to make sure since the lower portion of the windowsill was level with my groin.

"This is crazy!" I thought, just as my first orgasm wafted over me. I felt my legs wanting to buckle but I managed to stay standing, then I saw the jets burst forth from his cock, that set me off again and another powerful wave flooded me.

Nathan grinned and walked away out of sight, leaving me standing there with both hands pressed tightly between my legs. I waited, he didn't come back. My knees trembled from what I had just done.

Finally I turned and went in and took another shower. Nathan was sitting in his chair, still naked when I returned. I finished off drying myself, tossed the towel into one of the other chairs and sat down myself.

It was like we were a couple, just sitting around the living room with no clothes on. But Nathan was in his home and I was in mine. We sat like that the rest of the evening, finally it was time for bed so I stood up. I grinned and waved at him, then went in to bed.

I left the living room lights on.

The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that. I now undressed the moment I got home, Nathan did the same, normally arriving a half hour after I did.

Weekend came again, another Sunny day. I went down to the garden, half expecting Nathan to show up. I was not disappointed.

"Hello." He said.

"Hi." I answered, thinking I sounded a little meek.




Cougar



"Mind if I sit here?" He asked.

"I don't mind." I sat there expecting him to say something, anything about what we had been doing, he didn't. I really expected him to suggest the next step, sex of course. I was halfway ready for that, also, all he would have needed to do was suggest it in a nice way.

He didn't. We sat and read our books, then he got up to go.

"See you later?" He asked, his stress was on the word "See."

"Yes." I smiled, not quite able to meet his eyes.

"Good." Then he walked away.

"OK." Was all I managed. Weird, so crazily weird. I tried again to read my book but all I could do was stare unseeing at the page.

I left my curtains down when I got home, spending time with make work. I cleaned, put items away, anything to keep my hands busy, my mind off what had been going on. I needed to get myself back into control, for several days I had felt a mix of passion and shame.

None of that was me, not really. At least I thought it was not.

This was all insane, Nathan was a blatant exhibitionist, yet I didn't think that I was, not really. I had done some things in the past, those were in moments where I felt in control though. I have always had that deep down need to be in control. This situation was not in my control, it was like he was leading and I was following.

I really had exposed my bare breasts, my most secret spots, not to a lover, that would be completely different. Rather to a man who was a stranger, who had done the same. This was terrible, dangerous, illicit.

I was not winning the inner battle, I kept telling myself that this was wrong but my body was wanting him to look, to see me. The vision of his big solid penis, erect and swollen kept filling my mind.

Finally I gave up, walked to my curtain and looked out, expecting him to be there, waiting. His light was on, but the curtains were drawn. I waited, not sure why but I did. Nothing happened, finally I went to bed.

For the next several weeks, each time I peeked out the curtains were drawn. I got up each day and went to work, shuffling patients to different sections, doing my job. I did several hires, one was a young woman named Alma, I offered her the position of being my personal assistant after looking over her resume. She had all of the skills I needed, and it only took a week for her to fit in perfectly.

Alma was only 30, and a very pretty young woman, well built. She dressed attractively but businesslike. Her fingers flashed across a computer keyboard faster than anyone I had ever seen before, she soon knew where every file was and folders appeared in seconds when I asked for them.

Alma quickly became much more than an employee, someone on staff. She became a friend, which of course I know very well is something I should not allow. An employee can be discharged easily should the need arise, a friend adds complications.

But she was so good at her job, so efficient I could not see how that concern would ever be a problem for me.

We began to catch lunch together, visit, things developed into girl talk. One day I mentioned to her that there was a man in one of the nearby apartments that exposed himself to me. I saw her ears perk up at that, I carefully didn't mention the rest though.

"Did you call the police?" Alma asked me.

"No. He is in a completely different section, I just saw him out my window."

"But he was doing it deliberately?"

"Yes, I am sure of that."

"God. I saw that once myself, at a beach. A guy was sitting there wearing a bathing suit with those baggy legs, his thing was just poking down, right there in front of me." 

"What did you do?" I asked her.

"Nothing. Then he saw me looking, and it started to get bigger. It made me kinda hot, really. He was doing it deliberately." Alma giggled at that.

I laughed with her, took a sip of my tea.

"I don't know why that got me going but I practically raped my boyfriend that night!"

"Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend." I said.

"You shouldn't have any trouble at all, you look really good. Why don't you?" 

"Work gets in the way, after my husband died It took me a long time to get over that."

"Well, you should date, it would be good for you."

"Maybe, if anyone ever asked me." I laughed.

That was all that was said, but it got me to thinking. Alma had said that her own incident seeing a man, a total stranger expose himself had gotten her excited, just like had happened to me.

I knew about those types of activities of course. My late husband would easily become wildly aroused if I dressed in a way to tease or offer accidental peeks. One time I had deliberately exposed myself completely to him and one of his friends in our home, thinking perhaps it would be enough, that he just might make me stop.

He didn't, rather, he became so excited he and I ended up making love right in front of the other man. Oddly, that also excited me beyond belief.

I would have sworn that it was something I could never do, and even though I did do that, it still was like a dream rather than a reality.

Realizing that Alma admitted her own excitement in a situation similar somehow helped me cope, I felt a bit less shameful.

The other thing that popped into my head was her comment about it being on a beach. It had been a very long time since I had a real vacation. One nice part about my job is that I am also in charge of that, I knew that Alma could handle my office for a few days so I made a phone call and booked a room at a city down by the coast.

The weather report predicted sunny days and temperatures in the low 60's, not exactly bikini weather but I had enjoyed walking the sandy beaches before, especially following storms, and the resort I booked at had an inside heated pool.

With the weather predicted to be nice, I drove the Corvette. A very cute young man opened the door for me when I arrived, he seemed excited at the prospect of getting to drive the machine, even if it was just to park it in the lower parking garage.

"One scratch and you die!" I teased him, handing him a five dollar bill.

"Yes, Miss, I will be very careful!" He told me, then his eyes fell to my breasts. He looked quickly away, I had on a very thin patterned blouse and no bra, I knew he got a glimpse of my nipples through the cloth because his youthful face turned bright red.

I grinned, picked up my purse and went inside. Things like that tickle me, I suppose any woman likes to be noticed. Besides, he was really cute.

"Miss." He had called me. I smiled to myself at that, I was sure he was not a day over 20.

The room was very nice, it had a small balcony which overlooked the pool area. It was deserted. I put the few items I had brought along away, then slipped on my bikini to go down and get some Sun. I picked up my wrap, not wanting to be walking down the hallway in just my sunning suit.

By the pool, I selected a lawn chair and settled back, reading my book. It wasn't overly warm, or cool either, it was perfect. A couple of times I spread some lotion on my arms and body carefully so as not to end up burned. There was no one else out there, a bit of a surprise.

At one point I slept.

Voices woke me up, I could hear two young men talking, they were behind a large above ground planter that separated an inner patio area from the pool.

"...must be rich, that car has to cost a hundred grand!" One of them said.

"Naw, half that I think." The other one said.

"Still, she is something else. I could see her tits right through the..." His voice faded as he turned or something.

"Really? Wish I could see them. Probably a cougar on the make." They both laughed at that.

"Man, I would hose that in a New York Minute!" The first one said.

"Did you check the register to get her name?"

"Yea, Sally somebody, a rich Doctor."

"Doctor? No shit? Probably here for the government deal."

"Yea, but she doesn't look like any Doctor I ever saw."

"You on room service tonight?"

"No, parking damn it. Bunch of scientists in for that science offshore project they are building, cheap bastards too. No fucking tips at all!"

".....need to find me one like that...." I heard as their voices drifted away.

It hit me that they were talking about me. I couldn't help but giggle at that. Later, I felt my back getting warm, so I gathered up and headed for my room. There was a big A frame sign in the lobby, it read "Welcome NOAA." whatever that meant. I figured from what I heard it was probably the science project they mentioned.

I forgot about that and went up to my room. I took a quick shower, tugged on my light lounging pajamas, prepared to settle in for a quiet evening. I realized I was a little bit hungry so I called room service for a sandwich and some wine.

I thought about putting on a robe but then feeling a little bit naughty I decided to just answer the door in my PJ's. The outfit was two piece, not really sheer but on the thin side and I knew it outlined my body nicely.

I answered the knock that came rather quickly, expecting one of the young men, but a young woman perhaps 25 or so stood there with a tray.

"Hi, I'm Janet." I let her in, she set down the tray, I handed her a tip.

"Thank you, I am on duty until seven, let us know if you need anything." She smiled, her eyes taking in my outfit.

I smiled back, then sat down to eat. Later, I picked up the little advertiser they had sitting on the table. It listed several restaurants and cafes, some night clubs, other things to do in the little seaside resort town. Nothing that I was really interested in, until a folder slid out between the pages.

"Pamper yourself!" The bold headline read. It was an advertisement for a massage in the room. That sounded wonderful to me, I have had a few of those in my life.

I called the number, but the young woman that answered apologized, explaining that they had no one on staff since it was a Sunday evening.

"All right, perhaps tomorrow." I answered, and hung up. I might as well go to bed, then get up early for tomorrow, I thought. 

I had just poured myself a nightcap from the robo bar when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, my name is Simon. The front desk told me you called for a massage, if you still want one I would be happy to serve you." A young man's nervous voice said.

"Oh. Are you a masseur?" I asked. The voice sounded like this was just a kid.

"Yes, well, almost. I have been taking night classes and I could really use the practice." 

The first thought to pop into my head was to say no.

"Besides, I can really use the money, it helps to pay for my classwork." He added quickly, eagerly.

"Have you even done one?" I asked, laughing to myself. This was almost hilarious.

"Yes. Well, just in school. I am really good!" He said proudly.

"I don't know...."

"I am the man who parked your car today." He said.

My ears perked up. The cute one? I managed to stifle a giggle. Suddenly the idea of this really nice looking young man rubbing my body struck me as probably being fun.

"OK. I guess so. That does sound really nice." I said, without thinking it through clearly.

"Great! I will be right up!" He hung up.

Now what in the hell have I done? I thought.

It wasn't 60 seconds later, he knocked on the door. He must have ran all the way. I didn't have time to even change clothes.

Simon came in carrying a big table, it looked to be well used. He was obviously doing his very best to look as professional as possible. I sipped my drink and watched as he struggled with the folding legs, getting the support cables wrapped the wrong way, then he had to fold them back and start over.

He set the table upright, I looked at it and could see it was set for someone at least six inches shorter than he was.

This was starting to look like it might be interesting. I grinned to myself, reasonably certain this young man didn't have a clue. He certainly seemed eager, though.

"Well, Simon. Would you like a drink?" I asked him.

"I never drink when I am working." He said.

"OK. I assume you don't mind if I have one, and you might want to set the table a little higher."

"Oh, sure that is fine, go ahead." Then he looked down at the table and blushed.

"I will go get ready while you finish setting the table up, how will you want me?" I gave him a sweet smile, he was doing his best to not look at me in my thin pajamas.

"You can take off...I mean, you can...usually it's just..." He turned bright red, I could see he wasn't sure what to say.

I gave him a bright smile.

"Well..undress to your level of comfort!" He answered finally, sneaking a look at me, then he looked quickly away. He knelt down and began adjusting the table legs.

"I guess I will just take everything off then, that's normal isn't it? Will a towel be OK for a cover?" Now I was having fun teasing him, he didn't even have any sheets for the table.

"Yes. I guess..whatever you like." 

I went into the bathroom, taking my sweet time. I took off my pajamas, picked up one of the huge bath towels and wrapped it around myself. I wondered what he was going to do about sheets for his table? I found a second huge bath towel, thinking I would put that on the table to lie on.

"Ready?" I called out finally.

"Yes." I went out, he had found a spare sheet in the closet, folded it on the table. He had also set up a pillow at the top of it. He still looked to be really nervous to me.

"Are you going to go wash up while I get on the table?" I asked him.

"Oh! Yes. OK." He went into the bathroom, I slid on and lay face down, spreading one towel out first, tugging the other towel over my body.

He came back out in seconds, I barely made it. I waited, he stood there.

"Is something wrong, Simon?" I asked him finally.

"I forgot my oil." He said.

"I have some lotion there on the nightstand, that will be fine."

"Oh, OK. Thank you." I heard him step across the room and then back. He placed his hands tentatively on my feet and began to rub. His hands felt amateurish, scattered, but it still felt good. I let out a sigh to encourage him.

Quickly, a little too quickly he shifted to my calves. He could have rubbed my feet for a half hour and I would not have minded.

The hotel towel I had over me was very large, it came from almost my shoulders to the middle of the back of my knees. His hands worked up and down my legs, stopping each time just short of the bottom of the towel. Then he turned for some more lotion, and stepped up to my shoulders.

"You can go higher on my legs, Simon, I won't bite you!" I teased him.

"Oh. Well, OK. I just don't want to offend you."

"Relax, there is nothing you can do that will offend me." I turned my head to look at him. My God he was young, I knew I would hardly be able to wait to tell my friend Pam about this one.

Simon carefully folded the towel up about two inches, now his fingers could reach a ways up my thighs.

"The heavy muscles in my thighs and my fanny really need the work." I told him.

"I spend a lot of time on a bicycle." I added.

"OK. I can tell, your legs are really strong looking." He answered. He began to do long strokes up the sides of my legs. He spent quite some time doing that, almost like he didn't know for sure what to do next.

"After a long bike ride, my leg muscles really ache, especially the inner thigh." His hands stopped for a second, then started back up. I didn't need to look to tell that he had just blushed again.

"I...err...I can work that out for you...if you don't mind?"

"Oh, I don't mind, I have had lots of massages before so I am used to it, besides, I am not really bashful."

"Good. I mean, as long as you are comfortable." He still seemed hesitant.

This was getting to be fun. I began to think that he was not going to even touch my fanny at all, or do anything about my upper legs, but his hands finally went up my legs, then he folded the towel over to bare my left butt cheek. 

"Is this OK?" He asked.

"Sure, go ahead, it's fine." I told him.

His fingers flowed up and over me, a bit too light, almost ticklish. He repeated that over and over, finally I rocked my hips to open my legs and encourage him. That made the towel slip a little. He didn't reach to tug it back, so I moved my hips some more, felt it slip again. It was a pretty heavy towel. Then I felt it slide, it fell off completely onto the floor.

"I'm sorry!" He rushed around to pick up the towel.

"Oh, you can leave it, it will make it easier." I told him. 

He hesitated, but then stepped back to the table. After quite a long time working on my upper legs and behind, he walked around the head of the table to the other side. He repeated some of the same motions on that side, but stopped a bit too quickly.

"Can you do some long sweeps up my legs, both at once?" I asked.

"Sure." He reached across, put one hand on each leg and stroked upwards.

"Not like that, go down to the foot of the table, it's easier and feels better."

"I..OH. All right." He stepped down to the foot of the table, put one hand on each calf. Then he leaned forward as his hands slid up to the base of my fanny.

I rocked my hips to open my legs, until one foot was over the edge of the table on both sides. I felt him again hesitate for a moment, I knew my vagina was now in his view. I could even hear his breath quicken.

Then his hands swept upwards again. He began to get bolder, until finally at the top of each stroke he was spreading me open widely.

I felt my body begin to flood, if he would only just reach in there and touch me I knew I could orgasm. I hadn't really planned on that but now I wanted to orgasm. His hands were teasingly close. After at least five solid minutes of that I couldn't stand it any more, his hands were going up into my butt cheeks, then pressing me open. I knew that each time he could see clearly between my legs, it was starting to drive me nuts.

"Higher!" I said, a bit forcefully.

Simon's hands came upwards, stopped at the base of my fanny. I felt what must have been his thumbs slide inwards, they pressed against my sex. I groaned as a climax swept over me, that was all it took. His palms cupped my ass, fingers splayed outwards, his thumbs flicked up and over me until another incredible orgasm blasted though me.

Simon wasn't very good at giving a massage but he sure seemed to know how to do that part of it, either that or he had a lucky accident.

I finally relaxed, then without his asking I rolled over onto my back and settled in. It took no time at all for Simon to have his hands on my breasts, his fingers busy flicking my nipples. He seemed to have lost all of the initial shyness.

When he stroked down my stomach, one hand went straight to my pussy, cupping me. I opened my legs to allow that. His index finger slid right inside me, he began to finger fuck me. I let my hips lift to meet his efforts, watching the expression on his face. It was cute, he was playing now, and a let him play, basking in the fading sensations of my climax.

In short order I even had another mellow orgasm.

Then I sat up, smiled at him.

"That was pretty good, I am glad you didn't mind being more..intimate."

"I wasn't sure at first but then...you really are pretty. I didn't mind at all." He said.

"Well, thank you for letting an old woman feel good."

"You aren't old, you can't be more than...thirty." He lied. I laughed, hopped off the table completely naked. Simon was looking me up and down now, the shyness was long gone. I dug in my purse and found a hundred dollar bill, handed it to him. His eyes widened for a moment, then he stammered a thank you.

I was still naked when he left, he seemed to be slightly reluctant to go. I shut the door behind him, sat down and started to chuckle. That had been fun, Simon was so very shy at first. I was fairly sure he had never really given a massage before in his life.




Cougar



I also knew that now he would really have some stories to tell his friends.

That night I slept like a stone.

The next day it was just after noon when I finally left my room and headed down to the beach. The breeze off the ocean was crisp, I had a jacket pulled snugly around myself. I was looking at bits and pieces of shells, a few were intact but most were just pieces. I had ambled along for at least a mile when I looked up and a man was coming from the other way. He had a medium size yellow dog with him, it was tearing around, then stopping to carefully sniff everything.

As he got closer, it hit me.

Nathan.

"Well, hello! What are you doing down here?" I asked him when he got close enough to hear me over the roar of the ocean.

"Hi, Sally! I am working on the NOAA project, I have been down here for almost a month now."

No wonder I hadn't seen him for awhile.

"I am just having a vacation, I have to head back next Saturday."

"We should get together, do something." He said.

"Sure, how about lunch? I am hungry now anyway."

"OK." We headed back towards the resort, Nathan yelled at his Dog several times when it got a bit too far away, each time it dutifully came back but then began to work it's way out again. Finally Nathan led me up a walkway, there was a cobblestone square and several small restaurants there. This section of town was different than the main part of the small city, the buildings looked to be far older. I spotted several antique shops, made a mental note to walk back down later to look around.

He dug out a lease and secured the Dog to an outside table leg, It laid down looking to be completely unhappy. A waitress came out and took our orders. Nathan and I chatted about work, weather, the Ocean. It was interesting what he said he was doing, they were building a large facility for research. I knew quite a bit about what he was talking about, my late husband had run a construction company for many years.

I was feeling myself actually getting comfortable by the time the meal was finished. We got up, Nathan walked me back to the resort.

On impulse, I invited him in. He secured the Dog and followed me into my room. I was thinking perhaps? I suppose I was not completely sure of what I was thinking.

I fixed a couple of drinks from the robo bar, a fruit juice for me and a bourbon for him. We sat down in the chairs, Nathan looked at me expectantly. In fact, the expression on his face confused me slightly.

"Would you like to?" He asked, then he grinned.

I recognized the grin, I had seen it before. It hit me what he wanted to do. He wanted to expose himself, masturbate. He wanted me to do the same.

I suppose I had thought that he would try to seduce me. I think that perhaps he might have been successful, that is something I just cannot be sure of.

"Nathan, I really am not in the mood." I told him. He looked mildly crestfallen, then he got up.

"I should go see if my Dog is all right." He told me.

"Thanks for the drink." I noticed he set it down, almost untouched. I sat there for quite a long time afterward, thinking.

Nathan was an odd man, he looked to be normal at a glance but inside he had urges. I almost understood, not quite though.

I went in and showered, carefully shaved my pubic hair, leaving just a tiny V at the top. It had been some time since I did that and that part of me was becoming a bit unkempt. I dug around in my clothes and found my prettiest blouse and skirt, not bothering with either a bra or a thong. Then I headed downstairs for the lounge.

The place was jam packed, there were men in suits everywhere. I saw some heads turn as I walked in, I saw a few glances that I took to be appreciative. I walked up to the bar, asked for a glass of Papaya juice.

"Be a minute, I will have some brought in." The man behind the bar told me. He stepped away, pushed a button and said something over what appeared to be an intercom.

A couple of minutes later I saw Simon walk in carrying a bottle. He handed it to the bartender, then he spotted me. He grinned, lifted a hand.

I winked at him.

Maybe later, who knows? That had really been fun. Meanwhile, I looked around the room. Just then the bartender set down a glass, one man hopped up to give me his seat.

I smiled and thanked him, noticing he made no move to step away. There were men all around me, talking. But they kept glancing my way. This was every bit of all right.

I smiled inwardly to myself. I probably looked like a cougar on the make. I giggled, took a sip of the juice. Hell, I was a cougar on the make.

"Welcome to the convention, I'm Walt." The man who had given me his seat said with a smile. He held out his hand.

"Sally, I am not here for that." I shook his hand, it was soft. I prefer a working man's hands. But the room was full of men.

"Oh. Working girl?" He asked.

I just looked at him, that was an insult.

"I am a Doctor, I am on vacation." My tone caused the smile to leave his face.

"Sorry." He muttered, then wandered away.

Somewhere in there was a real man, all I had to do was find him. But after two solid hours of comments, a half dozen partially drunk suggestions, I was fed up. I gave up, decided to go back to my room and get some sleep. I glanced at my watch, it was 11:45.

Retiring early, I must be getting to be a little old lady, I thought. It was almost depressing.

As I walked through the lobby, I saw Simon standing there by the counter, talking to another young man. He saw me and smiled, I smiled back. They both looked at me in what appeared to be appreciation.

I walked towards the elevator, then on impulse I turned and walked back to where they stood.

"How late do you work tonight, Simon?" I asked him. The other young man looked at me, then at Simon, then back with a grin.

"I get off at midnight, miss...I mean Sally." He stammered. His face went delightfully pink again.

"I was thinking that I would like another one of your nice massages, if you have the time?"

"Sure! I would love to, I can run home and get a shower and change, then come right up." He said.

"There is a shower in my room, why don't you just use that?" I said with a tease in my voice.

I saw the other young man's jaw drop open.

"I..I guess I could do that if you don't mind." He blushed again beautifully.

"I don't mind at all." I leaned in and told him quietly, reaching out to tuck the front of his shirt with my fingers. Then I turned and headed towards the elevator.

"You lucky bastard!" I heard the other young man whisper to Simon.

I checked my purse to be sure I had a package of condoms, I really wasn't sure where this would lead although I could guess.

I was still wet from the shower when Simon knocked. I pulled on one of the white fuzzy robes the resort supplied and let him in. He had the table with him, and a carry bag this time. I noticed he now had an air of confidence.

"I set out some fresh towels in the bathroom, go ahead and I will set up your table." I told him.

"OK. I will be right out." I heard the shower start, so I opened the table and set it up. I placed and smoothed out the sheet he had brought, set the small bottle of oil on the tiny nightstand.

I placed three condoms right alongside the bottle of oil. I thought that might be enough.

I was reasonably sure that Simon would get the hint. He had seemed to be quite willing with his hands, now I was going to find out just how willing this handsome young man was. I hopped up and sat on the edge of the table, leaving my robe over the back of the chair. I picked up a small towel, began to dry my hair.

The shower stopped, I could hear Simon in there, he was quietly humming a tune. The door opened and he stepped into the room, saw me sitting there nude. A smile slid across his face, I smiled right back.

OK. So now I really am one of those Cougars.

Terrible of me, isn't it?



Cougar



The following is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years of age or over. Any similarities with real people is just your dirty imagination. 

*

The divorce was fairly clean and easy. Jenna would receive the beach house and a healthy allowance every month for the rest of her life; as long as she didn't remarry. God, she loved California divorce law! He got to start a new life with his young mistress, turned second wife, and Jenna had no need to ever work again if she didn't want to. To boot, she had the gorgeous home in the hills of Laguna Beach to spend her days.

Home in the hills was a bit of an understatement. It was more of a mansion than a house. It was a monstrous four thousand square foot house, built in a very modern style. It was more windows than walls, and it blended into the southern Californian hillside. Nearly all of the floor-to-ceiling windows provided an amazing view of the Pacific Ocean, just a few hundred meters below the large infinity pool that sat up against the hillside. 

The only sticking point to the divorce was the boys. He was adamant that they finish their last year in a prestigious Catholic boarding school in the mountains. That would mean Jenna would go practically a full year without seeing her precious twin boys. The alternative would be fighting his powerful lawyers in court, and he had made it obvious that he was going to play dirty if she fought him on this one.

She rationalized that they would soon be out on their own anyway, so this time without them was a small price to pay to have freedom for the rest of her life, allowing her to do practically whatever she pleased. She agreed to his terms for divorce, and settled into a quiet life in her mansion overlooking the ocean. 

She thought at first that she would relish the peace and quiet of living on her own, but after a little over a week, she became extremely bored. The first thing that she did after the divorce was change her look around a bit. She wanted a new start, a new life. The divorce made her feel a bit like she had wasted a good portion of her life. She wanted to change into someone new, and sometimes the best way to do this was to change from the outside in. She cut her hair so that it fell onto her shoulders rather than dangling past her mid-back. She was tired of her constant search for grey hairs so she decided to dye her hair for the first time. She went with a shade of blonde that was just slightly darker than her natural hue.

At forty-two she was in better shape than she had been in years. Seeing all of the young, gorgeous girls in southern California motivated Jenna like nothing else. Seeing her ex-husband's new trophy was good motivation as well. Jenna had been running regularly and even competing in local 10K races. In the last race she was in, a Turkey Trot in Dana Point on Thanksgiving, she finished fourth in her age group. She was in greater shape physically than most people her age, but emotionally she was a wreck as of late. 

Jenna had never been self-conscious about her figure; well, not since high school. But she wasn't exactly proud of her lack of curves. Her 5'10" frame had always been rather slim and devoid of the curves that many models had, but she liked how she looked. But Jenna decided to enhance her figure with some new breasts. Maybe it was because her ex-husband's new wife had big, fake breasts, or just because almost every woman her age had them. She had always liked her perky little A cup breasts, but nursing the twins and forty two years of life had taken their toll on her bubblies. She decided to go with small "C" cup breasts, and she was shocked when she got home from the surgery. They looked huge! Then she realized that they were swollen. The doctor said the swelling and immense pain would subside in about a week.

So now she was bandaged, in pain, and alone. She was never one for television, so she avoided falling on that crutch as long as possible. She read by the pool, surfed the internet, and called about every friend she still had after the divorce. It is funny how you find who your true friends are after a divorce and who was just being friendly because of the relationship they or their spouse had with your husband. Now she was finding that most of the people that she thought were her friends were far from it.

After being alone for a while, Jenna started to get antsy. It was a combination of being alone, unable to work out, and in pain. Oh, and there was the horniness too. Jenna had always heard about a woman's sexual peak hitting around the late-thirties to mid-forties, but she never knew what to expect. For the most part, Jenna had become increasingly horny over the last few years. She was constantly finding dirty stories online, and fantasizing about all kinds of wild sexual escapades. Unfortunately, this new found horniness coincided with her relationship going sour with her husband, so as she was wanting satisfaction more and more, he was around less and less. Also, when he was around she seemed to be pissed off at him for one reason or another and definitely not in the mood for sex with him. Now, alone for the first time in years and unable to do much of anything while she recovered from her surgery, she returned to seeking out good erotica on the web. She would sit on the deck overlooking the ocean, sipping her coffee and reading all kinds of steamy stories. If a particular story was good enough, she would slip a hand into her lush cotton robe and play with her pussy unabashedly.

There was something about masturbating outside that was such a thrill for Jenna. Perhaps she was a bit of an exhibitionist, but she always enjoyed playing with herself outside. Even if some of the workers that kept up her estate were around, she would play with her pussy until she came day after day. Sometimes she would get so lost I a story that she would literally scream out as she came. More than once she startled a gardener or pool man with her shrieks of pleasure.

After the swelling in her chest went down, Jenna realized that a new wardrobe would have to accompany her new figure. She went down to Nordstrom's, got a personal shopper, Jeff, and spent a few months allowance on a whole new wardrobe. Jeff was a young handsome fellow whom she initially was attracted to, until she found out which team he played for. They hit it off right away, and he had her spilling her life story to him as they shopped. The first time they hit the private dressing room, they had close to a hundred different outfits to try on. .

Jenna, having confessed to having new breasts, was standing in just black lace bra and panties waiting to try on another dress when Jeff asked, or more accurately demanded that she show off her new tits. 

She looked like a goddess from another time, with her bronze skin, long legs, and now prominent breasts. She pondered his request to see her new breasts, and was actually curious for an outside opinion of her new body. She reached back and unclasped her bra and let out her new treasures. Their alabaster hue stood out greatly from the bronze of the rest of her body. Her breasts looked massive against her thin frame and they stood straight out from her body as if gravity did not exist in that dressing room. 

"Girl, they look great! I am glad you didn't go too big. God you have amazing skin." With that he caressed her left breast and the human touch felt amazing to Jenna.

"They are going to hang a bit more realistically in a few weeks. I guess they need to settle." Jenna said, cupping the bottoms of her breasts and shaking them a bit.

"You are gorgeous girlfriend! No wonder you got all that dough from you ex. Has anyone taken that gorgeous new body out for a test drive yet?" Jeff pinched Jenna's ass and tickled her stomach as he talked.

"Just my fingers and my dildo so far." The two of them started giggling like school girls.

When Jenna left Nordstrom's five hours later, her bank account was down about what some people pay for new cars. Her BMW was stuffed with bags of new clothes, and many more were scheduled to be delivered later in the week.

At home Jenna tried on most of the clothes again. Jeff had convinced her to go with a few new looks. One of her new looks was the sporty, hip mom. This look had short shorts and short skirts that showed off her long shapely legs. All the tops were tight, and they all accentuated her new big breasts.

The second look was what Jeff called beach casual. Lots of flowing comfortable clothes along with tight jeans, and t-shirts galore made up this look . Jenna had never spent eighty dollars on a t-shirt before, and now she had drawers stuffed with expensive T-shirts that cost at least that.

The final look was what Jeff called the cougar look. This is what Jeff said would get Jenna the young studs that she needed to satisfy her hunger for cock. This look consisted mostly of short skirts and blouses that were extremely low cut. "You paid for those bad boys, and now it's time to put them to work" was how Jeff had put it.

A week and a half had passed and she was standing in front of her mirror, checking out how she looked in the denim short skirt and tiny white blouse that showed off about half of her new breasts. Jeff had told her that when she was feeling extremely "on the prowl" she should wear this outfit with no underwear, and she could flash her ass or pussy for a second at her unsuspecting prey.

She remembered Jeff's words clearly. "Girl you are as bald as a baby down there. That is so out! You got to have some hair above that pretty pussy." He petted the area above her vulva. "Maybe a heart, or thin strip of hair. What color is your carpet? Blonde! Great, then a thicker square of hair to catch the eyes of your lovers. Also gives them a target to cum on."

Jenna lifted her denim skirt revealing her pussy to the mirror. She petted the little patch of blonde fuzz that she was allowed to grow above her cunt. "All dressed up and nowhere to go." Her finger drifted down to her outer pussy lips, already swollen with lust.

"Damn, it's so wet already just thinking about fucking." She slipped two fingers into her wet cunt. Her other hand drifted down and started rubbing her clit. It felt so hard already under her finger. She rubbed her clit as she thought about flashing her ass at some stud. Her two fingers slid easily in and out of her pussy as she thought of flashing her cunt at some hot man. She was rubbing her clit in powerful circles as she imagined watching the crotch of some gorgeous thing rise under his jeans. She imagined him shifting in his seat as his cock grew uncomfortably hard. She envisioned herself bending over and picking up something by his feet, giving him a great view of her now expansive cleavage. She would rise slowly giving him a long glance deep down into the cleft of her bosom and also getting a good view of what monster was waking up under his tight jeans. Maybe she would pause, reach out a hand, and pet his cock through the fabric of his pants. 

Jenna loved feeling a hard cock under her hands, and the excitement of a new cock, a cock she has never seen or tasted yet, added to the excitement. Jenna felt moisture slip from her pussy and run down the inside of her thigh. She could hear her sloppy pussy as her busy fingers worked feverishly to bring herself to orgasm. In her mind's eye she unbuttoned the stud's jeans freeing his monster cock. She loved when a man didn't wear anything under his pants. The mushroom head was huge, about the size of her fist. She reached out and touched the smooth head and pre-cum oozed out. He moaned with her touch, and then Jenna's legs started to shake as a wave of pleasure rolled over her body. She came so hard that she had to sit immediately on the bed panting. Her tiny skirt had fallen back down over her pussy, and was now darkened with her love juices.

"Shit I will have to get these washed before I wear them." she laughed to herself as she sat in the glow of her post-orgasmic bliss. 

After a few weeks of being alone, Jenna decided that she needed to get some kind of human contact. She was masturbating at least three times a day, and she needed some real sexual release. Her first instinct was go to a local bar and see what the nightlife was like. So she dressed up in super tight jeans and a white button up blouse that was so tight on her new ample breasts, she thought the buttons would burst if she were to sneeze. She decided to go without a bra, and through the shirt one could clearly see the outline of her dark areolas. 

She put her hair into two braids, and after approvingly admiring herself in the mirror, she drove to the main drag of Laguna Beach. Her hand dropped to the front of her jeans and gave her aching pussy a rub as she waited at a red light.

"Time to get you fed" she thought out loud and smiled.

It was a Thursday night at 8pm when she made it to her first bar and there were already throngs of partygoers. She grabbed a spot at the bar, ordered a martini extra dry, sat back and tried to take in the craziness. It wasn't long before the first person approached her. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties and by the way he was dressed he seemed to be pretty well off. After talking to him for two minutes Jenna thought that he was probably married and definitely a douchebag. She made an excuse to end their conversation and then moseyed to the bar next door and tried again.

All night long this same narrative developed. Older men, who seemed rich and may or may not have been married, kept approaching her and trying to impress her with their wealth. Despite her hunger for cock, these guys sickened her too much to put up with. 

At around midnight, she was desperate and about to give up. She walked into a surf themed bar that was filled with college aged kids. The music was loud, and nearly every song was about surfing or sitting around a bonfire. She sat at the bar again, and was quickly approached by a young man who seemed to be enjoying his first beers ever. His name was Dylan, and was cute enough. His mop of sandy blonde hair kept falling over his dark blue eyes. He appeared to be in pretty good shape, and Jenna was curious to get into his dirty jeans to get a look at his cock. The problem with Dylan was that he was already shitfaced drunk, and he was sucking down beers like they were oxygen. After about ten minutes of small talk, Jenna decided he was worth investigating further, despite his drunkenness. She leaned in and kissed his cigarette-smoke and beer-soaked lips. As he kissed her back she dropped her hand to the front of his jeans and rubbed his cock to let him know that she meant business.

"Want to get a room across the street and continue this conversation in comfort?" Jenna asked him as she felt his cock swell beneath the fabric of his jeans.

Dylan's jaw dropped. All he could do was nod. She grabbed his hand, led him out of the bar and crossed the street where a swank hotel was located. The clerk at the desk didn't bat an eyelash at the attractive older women leading the drunk, young gentleman to a room for the night. It was Laguna Beach after all, a super-rich enclave in the heart of southern California, and such a thing was more than common.

As soon as the elevator doors swung shut Jenna pounced on her prey, feverishly kissing him deeply. Her tongue flung deep into his mouth, and she realized why she didn't date very many smokers. The taste was awful, but she was horny as hell for some real man-meat. He was less than half the age of her ex, and she wondered how many times a young stud like him could get his dick hard for her to enjoy.

They spilled into a luxurious third floor hotel room overlooking the gorgeous Pacific Ocean. The nearly full moon was reflecting off the faces of the large waves rolling in from the south, but neither noticed. Their faces were locked in a mad make out session. Before they even closed the door behind them, Jenna had Dylan's tight rock and roll t-shirt ripped off of him. She kneaded his chiseled chest, and ran the tips of her fingers down his defined abs to his belt. She kicked the door shut and pushed Dylan onto the bed.

"Now you sit tight, let me show you how to please me." And with that she began to slowly unbutton her blouse.

Dylan just sat with a dopy smile on his face and didn't say a word. She continued unbuttoning her blouse slowly as she stared at Dylan. His eyes were fixed on her chest and he gave out an approving sigh as she released her supple breasts. 

Her nipples were hard from the anticipation of sex, and she reached down with both hands and caressed her breasts. She circled around her dark areolas, and then took both of her large, hard nipples and gave them a squeeze.

"Do you like my breasts Dylan?" She asked as she continued to toy with them.

Dylan nodded stupidly.

"Tell me what you want to do with these tits, Dylan?" The question surprised him. He struggled to answer.

"Fuck... Fuck them." He stammered while smiling.

She hadn't thought of that possibility. She had never been "titty-fucked" but thought that it looked very sexy when she saw it in the films she loved, and now she had the equipment to accommodate it.

"Fuck them, you say. You want to fuck by big pretty titties do you? That might be a possibility. If you play nice, I might let you do that. You must understand Dylan that you are here to please me. Do you understand?" With this Jenna put her hands on her hips and stood before Dylan with the blouse open and her breasts saluting him.

"Yes. I understand." Dylan answered.

"Good boy. Now undo your jeans and take out that young cock of yours. I want to see how my tits are affecting it."

Dylan began to stand, but Jenna picked up her high-heeled foot and sternly pushed him back to his seated position.

"While sitting, slip off your pants and underwear."

"Yes ma'am." 

Dylan struggled to slide his tight jeans over his raging hard-on while sitting, but after a moment of struggling his jeans sat at his feet.

The first thing that Jenna noticed was that he was completely shaven. She liked that look a lot, and had never seen a shaven man before in real life. She had only masturbated to the endless shaved men in her porn movies. She wondered what it would feel like to stroke his smooth balls.

The next thing she noticed was his size. He had a longer cock than she had ever seen, outside of porn. It looked comically long and unusually thin compared to his muscular legs. She wondered if his being shaven made his cock look longer, and if its length made it look thinner. She typically preferred a thick cock, but the sight of any hard cock right now got her excited. She loved feeling her pussy lips being stretched out by a hard thick cock, but the thought of taking in his length excited her still.

"Good boy. Well since you are showing me yours, I guess I should show you mine." Jenna started to unbutton her jeans as she spoke. She slowly unzipped them, revealing her smooth pussy with its little blonde landing strip of hair.

Dylan's hand instinctively went to his cock. As he grabbed it, a bead of pre-cum was squeezed out of his mushroom head.

Jenna quickly slapped his hand away. 

"No, no. You only do what I tell you, or I will zip up these jeans and walk out that door. Understand?"

Dylan nodded and then looked at her face for any approval.

"Good boy. " She spoke as she wiggled out of her incredibly tight jeans. Her tanned skin stood out starkly from her light colored jeans. She stood before him naked with her pants at her ankles covering her black high-heeled shoes.

"Be a dear and help me out of these clothes. Bend down and remove my shoes and pull off mommy's jeans one leg at a time, please."

Dylan wanted to grab her hips and bury his face in the beautiful pussy before him, but he controlled himself. If this was the game she wanted to play, then he was in. She was so fucking hot he would practically jump out of the window if she asked. Dylan bent down and gently removed a shoe and pulled the bare foot through the jeans. Then he went to the other one and did the same.




Cougar



Jenna was relishing the view. Dylan had such a cute ass. She reached down and grabbed a cheek, giving it a squeeze.

"Good boy. I love this tight ass of yours." And with that she gave him a little smack to check his firmness. She approved.

"Thank you." Dylan had finished removing her pants and sat on the ground waiting for some direction. 

Jenna smiled. 

"Sit back on the bed Dylan. Let me show you how wet I am." Dylan eagerly sat back on the bed wide-eyed.

She put a foot on the bed just to the left of his toned thigh. This position made her pussy open up a bit. Her outer lips were engorged with lust and glistened moisture. She brought her fingers down to her honey pot and rubbed them up and down the length of her pussy, slowly but with a bit of force.

"Look how wet you made me, Dylan." She kept rubbing her pussy right in front of his face. He was losing his patience. He had to have some release. Jenna too was eager to feel a real cock inside her. Her original intention was to tease Dylan and have him eat her pussy for a while first, but she had gone too long without cock, and with one right here in front of her, she decided it was time to take advantage.

"Lay down on the bed Dylan. I am going to sit on that hard cock of yours and feel you inside me now." He swallowed hard, and then quickly scooted to the middle of the bed. His vision started to spin as he laid down. 

She crawled seductively on her hands and knees over to him. Then she crawled up his frame and sat up above his cock. She grabbed his shaft near the tip and wrapped her hand easily around his circumference. It felt good to hold a real cock again. It had been ages, and she loved the feel of a hard cock with such soft skin in her hand. The juxtaposition of hard and soft turned her on.

"You ready to fill my pussy?"

Dylan nodded dumbly. 

Jen started to rub his cock head up and down her slippery pussy. Her engorged lips opened and his smooth penis felt so good on the inside of her slick lips.

"I am going to fuck you good baby."

Dylan nodded. His head looked like it was going to explode with excitement.

"Do you like how my pussy feels? I am soaking wet for you."

She rubbed his hard cock head slowly up her slippery pussy as she stared into his semi glassed over eyes. She rubbed him up and down her slit and was getting ready to put the first real cock in her aching pussy since what felt like forever. Suddenly, his cock began to pulse in her hand. She saw Dylan's eyes roll back into his head as a familiar look of ecstasy took over his face. She looked down as she pulled his cock from her pussy lips, just as he shot a warm blast of cum that hit her pubic hair. It was quickly followed by three large blasts of semen that flew high in the air before plopping down on Dylan's chest.

"Fuck" was all that Jenna could say.

She was beyond frustrated. Dylan lay with his eyes closed, goofy smile on his face, covered with his own cum, and she had no relief. She hopped off of him and marched to the window to gaze at the ocean below. She felt like she couldn't catch any breaks. After a while of cooling off, she turned to take in the sight before her.

She walked over to the four corner brass bed. There laid a handsome young man snoring away. His chest was covered in his own seed. Jenna shook her head in disappointment. She could have had so much fun with this young stud. If only he could control himself a bit. She rubbed her tiny tuft of cum stained pubic hair. The hot and sticky sensation felt so good to her.

Jenna's eyes fell onto Dylan's cock. It was still semi-hard. A thought popped into her head. She crept forward. Slowly, she reached out her hand with its pink manicured nails. She brought her hand closer to his cock. 

She wondered what she was doing for a moment, and then noticed that her free hand had begun to play with her drenched pussy. She needed to feel a cock again. Her appetite was insatiable. It wasn't her fault that the loser attached to this fun piece of meat had passed out. She reached out and began to stroke his cock. It immediately jumped at her touch. It had a mind of its own. She could feel blood rushing into his member under her hand, and it was intoxicating. After a few strokes it was standing as hard as it had been earlier. 

She continued playing with her pussy as she slowly jacked off the unconscious man. Something about the taboo nature of what she was doing really turned her on. She was also amazed at how hard Dylan's cock was and how it seemed to respond to her touch. She plunged two fingers deep into her cunt and rubbed her g-spot with fervor.

She felt an orgasm building. Just as she was about to cum she felt Dylan's cock pulse under her hand. "Could he cum in his sleep?" she thought as his mushroom head seemed to swell to twice its size before a torrent of cum shot from it. Her pussy erupted at the sight of him cumming. She was always so turned on by the sight of a man cumming.

After her orgasm subsided, guilt took the place of her orgasmic bliss. Also a renewed sense of longing for real human contact wracked her brain.

Jenna gathered herself, took a long shower, grabbed her things, and left Dylan sleeping in a pool of his own semen.

The next few days found Jenna falling into a similar routine. She would wake early, go ride, swim, or run. Then she would have breakfast by the pool while reading the paper or dirty stories, and looking at porn on her tablet. She was obsessed with anything erotic, and would slip her hand down to her pussy just about any free minute she had, and she had tons of free minutes as of late. Her last attempt to get laid was an utter failure, and she was running out of good ways to scratch her sexual itch. She had even tried internet dating, but all of the old guys that responded to her profile did nothing for her. She was not looking for a relationship; she was only looking for a good fuck. And all of the guys that contacted her seemed to want much more than she could offer. Plus, she was not turned on by the grey-haired type.

She had decided to put her search for a good fuck on hold until after her son's visit.

It was as if she was filling the void in her by feverishly getting ready for John's visit. John was her oldest, by about two minutes. Her boys were fraternal twins, and the long school year at the Catholic boarding school their father required them to go to was finally coming to an end. John would be arriving the day after tomorrow with one of his school buddies, and they would be staying for two weeks before they would have to leave for a summer camp for their college soccer team. Her other son Paul had to stay at the school for a couple of weeks longer, but then he would be joining her for the remainder of the summer until he too had to go off to college.

Jenna had decided to devote herself fully to her sons this summer, and once they were away at college, she would find a way to fulfill the constant fire that was burning in her loins. She had even contemplated getting an escort and having her way with him, but her personal shopper Jeff steered her away from that. He suggested instead that she go on a "Cougar" website. These were dating sites where younger men looked for older women to have sex with. The idea of a young, hot boy toy made Jenna very excited. She felt that she just needed a good fucking to clear her head.

This would all have to wait, however. Her son and his friend would be here before she knew it and she didn't want to ruin their time together. She slouched in her beach chair and closed her eyes. Her mind went to a place where a young, big-cocked college student was waiting on her every wish. She imagined sucking his dick, and sitting on top of his massive weapon until she had orgasm after orgasm. She came all over her hand, and then closed her eyes for a little cat nap in the warm California sun. 

The next day she barely had time to check all of her porn blogs in the morning. She was too busy preparing for her son. She hadn't seen John since Christmas, and was anxious to see the newly graduated Stanford-bound young man. She got his room all ready for him, and stocked the pantry with all of his favorite snacks. She even hooked up a brand new PlayStation gaming console in the game room so that he and his friend would have something to do while they were staying with her. She had to get the room ready for two eighteen year old boys.

They showed up just after lunch time. She heard John's loud Porsche rev up in the driveway. When he burst through the door, she almost didn't recognize him. He had let his light brown hair grow long, and he was wearing a tie-dyed shirt and jean shorts, of all things. His shoulders were much broader than she remembered and he seemed almost as tall as his dad. He was turning into a man. 

John was taken aback by his mom's appearance as well. She didn't mention the new breasts, and she seemed to have gotten in amazing shape since Christmas. In her short white shorts and tight t-shirt, she looked fifteen years younger. She looked simply amazing. Something inside him stirred, and he thought to himself that he had to get a girlfriend soon or he would burst. Then he realized he was getting aroused by his own mother. He knew that there was something wrong with that, but as his eyes took in her curves, all he could think of was taking off all of her clothes. As she smiled at him, all he could imagine was his erect cock being what she was smiling at.

Maybe it was being at the boarding school devoid of women his own age for so long, but he had as of late been really turned on by gorgeous older women. Even when he would sneak some porn on his cell phone, more often than not it would be porn depicting mature women seducing young men like himself. But this was his mom. He had to get some sexual release so that he could put a these crazy thought to rest.

John's friend was a bit shorter and skinnier, but more than anything his friend looked much younger. While her son looked like a college student, his friend looked as if he was in the midst of high school. He had boy-band good looks; a quick, gleaming smile, and wisps of golden blonde hair that fell over his light blue eyes. Jenna felt an immediate attraction to him, and then quickly pushed the thought out of her mind as being ridiculous. He was barely out of high school, and most importantly, her son's best friend. She tried to rid her mind of all of these impure thoughts, but damn he was good looking.

John dropped his bag at the door and gave his mom a big hug. Jenna could feel the strength in his back as she felt the comfort of the embrace.

"This is Sam." was John's elaborate introduction of his friend. There was a second of awkward silence before Jenna said "Glad to have you Sam. Better give me a hug since you will be staying for the couple of weeks."

Jenna noticed Sam's hesitancy and took the initiative, stepping forward and embracing him. She could feel his anxiety so she whispered in his ear "Don't worry hon. You can hug me close. I won't bite." And without knowing why, she pushed her new breasts into Sam's chest.

After their initial pleasantries, Jenna set the boys up with a delicious lunch and let them retire to their rooms to get settled in. It was a warm June day so she suggested that the boys meet her at the pool later so that they could catch up.

"This house is a fucking mansion, this is so cool. And you didn't tell me your mom was so hot John." Sam teased as the boys went upstairs.

"Fuck you Sam." But John's mind was racing. He was glad to see his mom after so many months, but her new hot look was creating confusing ideas in his head. As he was walking upstairs, he was already wondering when he would be able to steal away and jerk off while thinking about his mom's hot body.

"Let's hang out with her, have dinner, and then I'll take you to a cool lookout spot just up the road. We can snag a few beers from the garage, and burn that joint you got."

"Sounds like a plan."

By the time the boys made it down to the pool, Jenna had already gone for a dip and was lying out on a lounge chair. She was wearing a skimpy white bikini that look amazing alongside her tanned skin. Her long blonde hair was darkened with moisture, and her breasts were struggling against the sheer fabric of her top. If one were to look closely, they would be able to make out her areolas and the fact that her big nipples were erect.

Truth be told, Jenna's nipples were hard because as she laid out and had the hot sun dry her damp skin, she was dreaming of unzipping Sam's jeans and taking out his cock. In her mind, she was feeling him grow rigid in her soft nimble hands. Her dream was shattered, just as she was about to take the thick rod into her mouth, by the sound of splashing as the two boys jumped into the water.

Jenna was shaken back to reality by the sounds of the boys swimming and laughing in the pool. She decided that she had to give her pussy some serious attention tonight to get these crazy thoughts out of her head.

"Maybe I will turn on some porn after the boys go to sleep. Grab a bottle of wine, and masturbate." Jenna thought to herself.

Jenna's eyes drifted to the pool where she saw two very athletic young men frolicking in her pool overlooking the Pacific. Her son had put on pounds of muscle and his well-defined chest was covered in a bed of chestnut curls, just like his father. Sam was much more muscular that she had first surmised. He did not have the size of John, but his muscles were very well defined. She wondered what it would feel like to rub her hands on his smooth six pack of a stomach; to kiss his hairless, chiseled chest. After swimming for a bit they pulled out of the pool and settled into chairs on either side of her. 

Jenna was drinking in the sight of Sam's smooth tanned skin glistening with moisture. Sam noticed a slight darkening of the white fabric of Jenna's crotch. He felt his cock stir at the sight. 

Jenna rolled over to her stomach and undid the strap of her bikini. She kept talking to the boys, hearing about all of their antics at the boarding school and their anticipation of college.

"All that time locked away with no girls within miles, how did you guys survive?" she asked the boys.

"A good imagination and friendly hand." Sam quipped back.

They all started to laugh a bit nervously.

At one point, John had to go inside to use the restroom, and Jenna decided to have a little fun. As she was talking to Sam, she propped herself up on her elbows. She pretended to forget that her top was undone. She knew that her big breasts would be hanging in all their glory. She made sure to not prop all the way up. She could feel her nipples hardening against the fabric of the lounge chair with the thought of Sam gazing at her ample cleavage. 

Sam had just began to explain to her how John and he were going to room together at the dorm, but he began to have a hard time finishing his thoughts with Jenna's gorgeous breasts hanging in front of him. The whiteness of her bosom set them distinctly off from her brown skin. As he was talking, she was staring at him in a way that made him both uncomfortable and excited.

With the mention of John and Sam rooming together, Jenna propped up completely on her arm facing Sam.

"I didn't know you two were going to room together. You guys are going to give the coeds hell in that room." She pretended not to notice that her perfect C cup breasts were being presented to Sam, hard nipples and all.

Sam began to blush noticeably; his light skin showing the blood in his cheeks. Jenna pretended to finally realize that she was essentially topless. She faked a surprised look and then covered her breasts feebly with her hands. One of her big hard nipples stuck out through her hands, and the sensation sent a shock through her system.

"Oh dear. Can you help me with my top Hon? So sorry." Jenna said as she turned her back to Sam so he could retie her.

"Ahh. Uhh. Ok. Sure." His hands fumbled nervously with her top.

Jenna leaned back and whispered "I can always teach you a few tricks before you go to college if you want, cutie. We can have tons of fun." And with that she kissed him softly on the earlobe and turned back around. 

"Now hurry up and tie me, silly. Though I'd rather you be tying me to a bedpost." Jenna said as she started to giggle uncontrollably. Sam wasn't the only one that was nervous. As she giggled she made it a point to brush the bulge that was forming in the front of his swimsuit with her hand.

John came out of the house to see his mom laughing her ass off while his best friend fumbled with her bikini top. Her new breasts were jiggling seductively as she laughed. She brushed a golden lock from her face, and as her eyes opened, John could see her blue eyes had tears of laughter in them and some look that he didn't recognize. It was lust.

Dinner was rather uneventful. Jenna threw on a slinky little black dress at first, but decided that her intentions would be too obvious in that, so she changed into some tight jeans and a white blouse. What were her intentions? She didn't really have an idea. Teasing Sam earlier in the day had gotten her so worked up that she had to excuse herself to go masturbate in the bathroom before returning to the boys. She didn't even care upon return to the poolside that her pussy lips were so swollen that the thin white fabric of her bikini bottoms left nothing to the imagination. Sam had to awkwardly jump in the pool afterwards so that his erection wouldn't be visible to John or his mother. Now at dinner, it felt as if everyone was nervous about something or another.

Jenna didn't really know what she was up to. She had no real plan. All she knew was that seeing how flustered and excited she made her son's handsome friend turned her on. She had not had any real intimacy in so long, that this strange perversion seemed somehow normal. 

John was initially angry with his mom's behavior, but soon convinced himself that he was reading too far into it. He doubted that she was actually flirting with his friend. He and Sam probably had just been away from women for way too long. Boarding teenage boys together without any sight of women was a cruel practice.

In any event, they were going to eat their first good meal in a long time, and then steal off and go drink some beer and get so high that any weirdness between his mother and they would be long forgotten.

Jenna was disappointed when John told her that they were going to leave after dinner to go visit a friend, but she was careful not to show how disappointed she was. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to happen if the boys had stayed home, but she was thinking of throwing in a movie, getting comfy on the couch and teasing Sam some more, maybe even catching a feel of his cock.

The boys left after dinner, telling her not to wait up because they would be out late.

Jenna moped around a bit, and then jumped in the shower to wash the chlorine off her skin. In the shower, her thoughts drifted to that bulge in Sam's pants, and her hand slid down to her pussy for some release. As she was shaving her legs and pussy, she got aroused all over again. Suddenly, she got an exciting idea. She jumped out of the shower, dried herself and put on a sensuous white silk robe. She went downstairs to the movie room next to the kitchen. She dimmed the lights, cuddled up on the plush couch, and opened a bottle of expensive French red wine. She let the first sip sit luxuriously in her mouth, relishing in the flavor before she swallowed. She dimmed the lights with the remote control, and turned on the large projector TV. It was controlled by a computer somewhere in the inner workings of the room. Jenna used a small keyboard to access the internet on the big TV. 




Cougar



She navigated to one of her favorite websites which allowed her to search through tons of pornographic videos for whatever her heart desired. She typed in "Moms Bang Teens" and a whole slew of her favorite videos popped up; videos depicting very attractive older women seducing younger men and women, or both.

She found one video with a gorgeous blonde "mom" with huge breasts. They had to be double D in size, at least. In the film she had caught her "step-daughter" with her boyfriend in bed. The boyfriend had a mop of blonde hair that reminded Jenna of Sam a bit. The mom was angry at first, and then she noticed the large hard cock on the boyfriend. She decided to teach her "step-daughter" a lesson by having her way with the boyfriend while the step-daughter watched. The action was extremely hot, and watching on the big screen made it more exciting for some reason. Jenna undid her robe, put her feet up on the couch in front of her and spread her pussy open wide. She slipped a hand down and began stroking nice and slow. She wanted to enjoy this erotic moment, so she slowly slipped her wine, played with her pussy, and drank in the wonderful scenes on the screen. 

She must have lost track of the time. The next thing she knew, she was startled back to reality by the sound of the front door slamming shut. She glanced at the clock to notice that it was almost one in the morning. Her bottle of wine was nearly finished as well. Quickly she turned off the TV and closed her robe. Her hand was so covered in her own juices that the draw on her robe became stained as she closed it up.

She heard drunken laughter in the foyer. She peered around the corner just in time to see her son and Sam stumbling down the hall towards the stairs. She heard them bumping into walls and laughing, and shushing each other as they made it upstairs to John's room

"They are shitfaced drunk." Jenna thought.

She didn't know what to do. She heard John's bedroom door slam shut, and then the house was silent again. She re-entered the home theater room, and sat bewildered. She was still horny as hell, and would have loved to tease that cute little Sam again. Maybe it was the wine doing the thinking for her, but she decided to see if she could have some fun with Sam. She would go upstairs and figure out an excuse to barge into their room. From there she was not sure what she would do, but she was certain something good would come to mind. 

She stepped out of the room and almost crashed into Sam, who had just turned the corner on the way to the kitchen. 

Jenna flipped on the lights, scaring the crap out of Sam. 

"What the hell are you doing?" She confronted Sam.

She had caught him completely by surprise. After he regained a bit of composure, he got his eyes to focus on the form of his best friend's mom standing before him, arms crossed in front of her skimpy silk robe. She looked pissed.

"I...I...I was just getting something to eat." He stammered.

She looked deep into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth. They were beyond bloodshot. "He is stoned and drunk!" Jenna thought to herself.

"Is that pot I smell? And are you drunk?" she asked.

"No, no...I just...."

"Don't lie to me young man! Do you think that I am an idiot?" She was putting on her best bad cop routine.

"No I don't...I just...I am sorry." Sam was at a loss. The weed and booze were not allowing him to talk his way out of this way. He was caught.

"Well, should I call your parents right now, or just call the police directly." she said as she turned and reached for a classic rotary phone in the hallway.

"No, please." Sam exclaimed as he grabbed Jenna by the elbow.

"My parents would kill me, and I would get kicked off the soccer team if you call the cops. And that scholarship is how I am getting into college."

Jenna stood silent for a moment. She looked down at Sam's hand gripping her elbow. He let go. She brought her hand down and grabbed his. Then she looked him deep in his eyes. He had no idea what she was going to do. In actuality, neither did Jenna.

"Follow me." She said and led him into the home theater.

She sat him in the second row of couches and then sat next to him. She sat so close that she could feel the heat from his jean clad legs against her sheer leg.

"Tell me what the two of you have been up to." She felt her skin heating up with anticipation.

"Well, we went to a lookout that John knew about just down the road. And we drank some beer that John grabbed out of the garage". Sam paused.

"And..." Jenna egged him on.

"I had a joint that a kid from the dorms gave me and we smoked it. Then John started falling asleep, so we came back and he passed out. I got hungry and came down to get a snack." The last part was mostly true. He had come down to get a snack, but he had also noticed the distinctive light of a TV coming from the theater room. He figured Jenna was watching something and was hoping that he could find an excuse to poke his head in to talk with her. As luck would have it, he didn't even need to come up with an excuse. 

"Thank you for being honest. Your secret is safe with me Sam. Can I tell you a secret?" 

"Sure Miss Sherwood."

"Do you know what I was doing down here so late at night?"

"Watching a movie?" Sam guessed.

"Do you want to see what movie I was watching?" She let that question hang in the air.

"Sure..." he answered hesitantly.

With a push of a button, the giant screen before them came to life. The image of the young blonde boy ramming his big cock into the busty mom as she was bent over a table appeared before the two of them.

Sam was shocked and speechless.

Jenna leaned in close to Sam's ear and whispered. "Do you know why I was watching this?" 

He didn't know how to respond.

"If you keep my secret, I will keep yours."

Sam nodded slowly.

"I was watching this because you got me so horny this afternoon swimming in my pool and frolicking with your shirt off around me." She continued to whisper in his ear, her hot breath warming Sam from the inside out. 

"Do you know what got me the most excited?" She asked as she placed her right hand on his left thigh.

All that Sam could do was shake his head.

"What turned me on the most is when I saw how hard your cock got just by looking at my tits. Do you like my tits?"

She pushed her chest out and let her robe slip off of her shoulders. It slid down exposing most of her breasts. The soft fabric caught on her hard nipples and hung there. Sam's jaw dropped at the sight of her tits. In the glow of the movie screen, the distinction between her tanned skin and her white breasts was even more prominent.

Sam nodded his head slowly.

"Go ahead. You know you want to touch them."

Jenna reached out, grabbed Sam's hands and pulled them toward her. 

"Here, feel how soft they are."

She put his hands onto her breasts, thereby knocking her robe off the tips of her gorgeous globes. Her robe fell down to her waist.

"Go ahead caress them. It would make me so happy." Jenna kissed him on the ear and continued whispering. "I can show you to please a woman. I can show you how to make all of those college girls come begging you for more. Wouldn't you want that? Don't you want to make me happy?" She kissed his earlobe again, this time taking it in her mouth and sucking on it, then giving it a quick little nibble.

Sam nodded as his hands started to caress her firm globes. The skin was so soft under his fingers. He had never felt anything like it.

Jenna sighed with pleasure. "Good boy. Keep doing that nice and slow. I will teach you well. It will be our secret lesson."

Sam started to knead her breasts clumsily and roughly.

"Slow down, baby. Nice and slow like before." Her hands slid up to his and she moved them around her breasts, showing him what to do. "Like this. Nice and soft around my breasts. Good boy. Just like that." She leaned forward and gave him a kiss, slowly parting her lips to press her tongue into his mouth, exploring it with the tip. Then she returned to his ear as he continued to fondle her breasts lovingly.

"Good. Now I know you want to kiss them." she spoke in the quietest whisper. "You can kiss them darling. Kiss them nice and soft. And when I start to rub the back of your head, take one of my big, hard nipples in your mouth and suck on it."

She pulled away from his ear, gave him another big kiss, and then gently pushed his head down to her alabaster breasts. He began to kiss her chest rapidly.

"Slowly, ever so gently. As if your lips were barely touching my soft breasts."

He listened and began to kiss her breasts slowly, gently and deliberately. Jenna felt a warm sensation flood her body. This was the first sensual encounter she had had in years. For Sam, this was his first sensual encounter period. The pot and alcohol helped calm his eager mind.

"Mmmm that's good baby. Keep caressing my breasts while you kiss. Good. Just like that...oh God that feels good."

She put her hands on the back of his head, grabbed his hair and gently and slowly guided him to her hard nipple. Sam instinctively opened his mouth and took in the first nipple since his infancy.

Jenna let out a soft moan. It felt so good to be touched like this. She pulled Sam's head up by his hair and gave him a big kiss. "That feels wonderful. You are a quick learner. Now it's my turn." And with that she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

She ran her fingers down his chest to his flat stomach. She enjoyed how smooth and hairless he was, the total opposite of her ex-husband. She leaned forward and took his little nipple in her mouth. As she sucked it, her hand slid down to the front of his shorts. He had a raging hard-on struggling against the fabric of his shorts.

"This cannot be comfortable for you. Do you want me to help you out with this?" Jenna asked with her hand already at the button of his shorts.

Sam nodded eagerly as Jenna unbuttoned his shorts. She slipped a hand in and felt his rigid cock through his cotton boxer briefs.

"You poor thing. I will take care of you." With this, she pulled her hand out and kissed him passionately. Next, she slowly shoved him down onto the couch. Kneeling over him, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, and pulled both his boxers and shorts down all the way to his ankles. She then removed them one leg at a time, careful not to glance at his cock right away. She wanted the anticipation to build. Finally, she looked up.

It was magnificent. It was fully engorged and standing straight up. It was one the longest she had ever seen, and the thickest, but it seemed beautifully proportioned. She laid by his side with her head by his cock so she could better admire him. 

"It is gorgeous, Sam." she said as she began to run her fingertips up his length. It was hairless and very smooth. In fact, Sam had very little pubic hair at all, and what he had was so fine and blonde that it was barely noticeable.

Jenna felt some moisture leak out of her cunt.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and gripped it tightly. Pre-cum oozed out of his tip and onto her fist. His whole body clenched up to her touch. Her other hand reached down and cupped his practically hairless balls. They were so soft. She began to fondle them gently, enthralled by their feel.

"Mmm...beautiful. We are going to have some fun with this." she said while gently rubbing his hard shaft.

She took his pre-cum and used it to lubricate his cock slowly and deliberately. Her hand slid so easily up and down his shaft with the abundance of his love juice.

"Ohh fuck." were the first words he spoke in a while.

She started to jack his cock up and down with her hand as she spoke to him. "That's a good boy. It's ok. Let yourself go. We have all night baby." She could see the signs of his imminent orgasm. His balls were clenching up. His cock was swelling and throbbing under her hand. She continued to slide her hand up and down his smooth, hard cock.

"These young boys have no stamina at all." she thought.

She contemplated stopping and letting him recover, but figured he was young and would be able to get hard again soon enough.

"Go ahead and cum, baby. I will take care of all of that cum for you." Jenna said as she licked her lips and looked deep into Sam's eyes.

That was all that he could take. He closed his eyes as a warm rush flowed through his body, his cock swelling to the point that his skin felt like it would rip. He felt his balls tighten and the first shot of sperm suddenly erupted. 

Jenna felt him expand suddenly and quickly lowered her head just above his cock, opening her mouth. The first jet of hot cum hit her deep in the back of the throat, nearly causing her to gag. The next huge glob coated her tongue. Wave after wave of steaming hot cum flooded her mouth. She had never taken so much cum in her mouth. She thought she would have to spit some out, but after about six blasts, Sam finally stopped spewing his load. Jenna held the huge mouthful for a moment, relishing the salty, earthy flavor. Cum always reminded her of bleach for some reason. She loved the thick, sticky texture in her mouth. Finally, she took one big gulp and swallowed all of his seed.

Sam was panting. His body was covered in small beads of sweat and his mind was pleasantly swimming in a sexual afterglow. Jenna squeezed his cock forcing a few last beads of cum to leak out. Sam's whole body jerked, his cock ultra-sensitive to touch. Jenna caught the last beads of his sperm with her hand and then made eye contact with Sam as she slowly licked his juice from her hand. She finished by sucking his residue off of each of her fingers seductively. She put her head on his flat stomach and looked up at him with her big blue eyes.

"Are you ready to learn how to eat pussy?"

Sam nodded. He could not wait to taste Jenna's pussy, the first cunt to every touch his lips.

"Good boy. I am going to teach you how to please a woman with your mouth."

With that she stood up, grabbed Sam's hand and led him to a couch in the front row. Sam almost collapsed at first, his legs shaky and weak from the orgasm he had just experienced. The porn was still playing on the big screen, and at the moment the mom figure was giving the young stud a blowjob while her daughter ate her mom's pussy.

She sat on the plush red couch and put her feet up on the ample cushion. She gently eased Sam down onto the carpet before her. She opened her legs giving Sam a perfect view of her now gaping pussy. It was beyond wet, and was more of a just sloppy mess. 

Her lips were engorged with blood and hanging from her vagina more than she could remember them ever doing. Moisture was running down her legs in a steady stream. Her clit was erect and larger than she could ever remember. Her whole body was quivering with anticipation. 

"How many pussies have you licked before baby?" she seductively asked.

Sam licked his lips. He was so close to her wet cunt that the earthy smells of her sex were flooding his nostrils.

"I...I..Never licked a pussy." he shyly responded.

Jenna was taken aback by this. Her pussy twitched at the thought of being the first to be licked by this handsome boy.

"That's ok cutie. I will guide you through it." She reached down with her hand and spread open her pussy. Her pink painted nail looked amazing next to her smooth pussy lips. "These are my pussy lips. They are swollen now because I am so turned on from playing with your sexy cock." She stroked her lips up and down in front of him.

"They are sensitive like your balls. They are good to warm me up, but then I need more. Now take your tongue and run it up and down the length of my pussy."

Sam was happy to oblige. He lowered onto her dripping cunt. His hot breath on her drove her mad. Finally, he stuck out his tongue and dove into her pussy like a rabid dog.

Jenna locked her hand in the back of his head grabbing a bunch of has golden locks.

"Easy honey. Lick up and down nice and slowly. Barely put any pressure with your tongue. Light at first. Yes, like that good boy. Ohh God that feels wonderful. Now take one of my lips in your mouth and suck. Good boy. Fuck! That feels great."

Sam was enjoying the musky taste of her pussy. And watching her squirm as he licked away was a huge turn on. He could feel his cock getting hard again. He took her lips in his mouth and sucked.

"God yes, now my clit. Lick it hard so I can cum." Jenna spread her pussy exposing her hard clit. "Here, lick it hard up and down and side to side and suck on it. Yes like that oh God. I am going to cum. Ohh fuck!" Jenna screamed and clenched Sam's head between her legs. 

She shook violently as she came. Sam was held so tightly between her legs that he could do nothing but lap at the moisture as her pussy erupted.

He could feel her pussy twitch and then relax with orgasm. Then she laid panting in the glow of her orgasm. Sam just watched her gorgeous form. He drank in her large breasts, bronze skin, and sloppy, gaping pussy.

When Jenna came back to reality, she knew what she had to have.

"Lay down on you back Sam. I have to have that fat cock inside me right now."

Without hesitation Sam laid down on the couch, his big thick cock hard as ever. Jenna grabbed his shaft and balls as if she was inspecting a horse. "Oh God, yes! I have needed this for years!"

She straddled Sam's thin yet muscular frame. She was on her knees with her pussy just above his penis. She grabbed his cock firmly, sending a shudder up his spine. She rubbed his cockhead up and down her now drenched slit. It felt so good to feel a warm cock between her lips. She positioned his now iron-hard weapon at the opening of her vagina and began to slowly push down. She could feel him begin to inch in her.

Sam was awestruck at the sensations he was feeling, the tight grip around his swollen cockhead, followed by a smoother feeling as he sank deeper into Jenna, and then the amazing feeling of her channel gripping his shaft as she continued to impale herself on him. 

"Fuck, I am tight." Jenna gasped as she grimaced and pushed down with more force. She was amazed at how much his cock was stretching her out. Even though she was drenched after multiple orgasms she could feel the walls of her vagina being stretched painfully around his girth. She relished the painful feeling because she knew that pleasure would follow.

"It has been way to long." She thought. Jenna brought her free hand to the top of her cunt and began to rub her hard clit vigorously. Pleasure began to overtake the pain as a sopping wet sound mixed with the heavy breathing of Sam filled the room.

Jenna inched lower on his cock. Her pussy was slowly easing open. She was using Sam as a human dildo, and he was in heaven. Deeper his cock slid into her soaked pussy. It was moving much more easily now. She was rubbing her clit vigorously now, and could feel an orgasm building. She closed her eyes and pictured Sam actually taking charge and ramming his cock into her. Then the image of Sam was replaced by the image of her own son. His young cock now filled her. She slid further and further down on his cock until his balls hit her ass soaked with their combined juices. She pulled up a bit, and then started to rock back and forth on his cock.

"Grab my ass baby. Play with my body. Use me Sam."

He did not hesitate. He used both hands to cup her hard ass and squeeze her tight cheeks. He marveled at how muscular her ass was.

She ground her hips into his and turned so that his shaft could rub along that spot that gave her so much pleasure. She was lost in a fantasy now, rubbing vigorously and thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt. Finally, it happened. A wave of orgasm came over her as a warmness rushed over her body. It felt as if all her energy was concentrated on her pussy and then exploding throughout her body. She shuddered and then collapsed onto Sam. He laid still, relishing the sensation. Finally after what felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes and kissed Sam deeply.




Cougar and Boytoy



She sits in the bath, surrounded by bubbles, wondering what she should do. The house quiet, kids out for the night at sleepovers, a couple of candles lit and one of the movie channels on for background noise. I she sighs and leans back. A little over an hour and he will be here. She bought a new red and black lace and silk bra/ panties set for tonight. She had sent him a pic of it to get a reaction. He said he liked it. She bets he would like it more on the floor.

She reaches a hand down and traces a line down to her newly shaved snatch. Not something she has ever done, she is now completely hair free, or the best she can be for the time frame she has. But as she finds her clit and pinches it softly, she decides she likes this look on her. She can feel her lips, so soft. And finds her honey hole without any problem, no unwanted hair to move out of the way. She stops short of letting her finger slide into her pussy, wanting to save any sexual contact for when he gets there. She glances at her phone and decides to send a text.

"Soaking my pretty pussy in a hot bubble bath. Nice and smooth to the touch. Can't wait for you to feel it"

She presses send and waits. Scooping some water and bubbles to run over her now aching breasts. She has to get out and get ready.

Her phone chimes and she smirks because it is from him.

"Mmmmm baby girl, can't wait to see how smooth."

Time to get out and get dressed, she decides. She has about 20 minutes before he gets there, she needs to hurry. Standing up, she lets the water and bubbles slides down her body. She runs her fingers over her shaved pussy lips and shivers with excitement at the feel. She wraps a towel around her still dripping body and steps out of the tub. 

She heads to her bed, where she has her outfit for the night laid out. If you could call it an outfit the bra barely covers her nipples, but gives her great cleavage. This is good because he has said he loves her tits. And she likes to make him happy, so very happy. She slips the bra straps over her arms and leans forward to let her breasts fill the cups. She reaches to her back and clasps the silk shut. She adjusts her breasts in the cups and looks into the mirror. She turns sideways and decides she likes what she sees.

Next, she grabs the Warm Vanilla Sugar lotion and starts with her feet, slathering it on in a slow, deliberate rubbing motion. Her calves, then her thighs. Right up to her belly to the underside of her 38 Ds. When she had everywhere lotioned up, she slips on her panties and positions them over her ass, almost like a thong. They barely cover her ass cheeks. But she is sure he will like it. 

She steps into her black slip, sliding it to her waist. She throws on a green v neck t-shirt to hide the goodies underneath. She slips on her heels, his request, and teeters to the kitchen to make a drink. 

Vodka, cranberry juice and pineapple juice. Her new favorite, even though she does not really drink. A lot anyway. She pours it into a shaker over some ice. Screwing the cap on she shakes it around to mix the potent concoction. Then she pours herself a shot of vodka and downs it quick. Liquid courage she thinks to herself. 

A quick glance at the clock and she realizes he will be here any minute. Her heels clack on the floor as she races to the bathroom for one last glance at her face in the mirror. She tugs the v on her shirt so you can see the top of her bra. That's when she hears the doorknob turn and she walks out and is face to face with him.

Tall, dark and haired and talented with his fingers, as she found out his last visit here. Even with her heels on, he is still taller than her. He looks down at her. 

"How are you doing?"

"Good." she answers. 

No butterflies this time and she is filled with a sexual wanting. 

She wants him to unwrap her slowly, and use his lips and fingers everywhere. He leans over and kisses her full on her lip show tongue tracing over them.

"Mmmmm, delicious. Do you have something to drink?"

She leads him into the kitchen by his hand; she knows he is totally checking out her ass as she guides him. She lets go of his hand and reaches for the shaker and a glass. He comes up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck. She shivers with anticipation and feels her pussy getting wet. He places a hand on her ass cheek and squeezes as he turns her around to kiss her full on her mouth. Her tongue plunges into his mouth and he reaches a hand behind her head and pulls her closer. Their tongues touch, probing, exploring each 

others mouths. 

She pulls away and asks, "Still want that drink?"

"A small one" he says as he pulls at the v on her shirt and sneaks a peek. 

"I want to see what you bought".

She turns and pours a half a drink for him. She turns back and hands him the glass. He takes a sip of the sweet concoction and smiles. Then he puts his glass down and looks at her hungrily. 

"Time to check you out". 

He pulls her by the hand to the couch and sits down. She straddles his lap, kicking off the heels in the process. She can feel the bulge in his pants and can't wait to wrap her lips around it. He caresses her shoulders through 

her t shirt, then slowly pulls one side down exposing her bra strap and skin. He pulls the bare shoulder to his mouth and kisses it, letting his teeth nip softly at it. 

"No marks" she warns, but that makes him suck just a little. She looks over to her shoulder and sees a red spot. At least her shirt will cover it. 

He grabs her shirt by the bottom hem and lifts it over her head exposing the red and black silken lace holding her breasts in check. He throws the shirt to the side and cups those glorious breasts. 

He looks at her, and then back down to the silky lace covered breasts in his hands. He is rubbing her nipples through the fabric, and she feels them get hard in his touch. She aches to have his mouth on them sucking and nipping at her nipples. As if he heard her thoughts, he pulls down the cup of the left side and licks her hardened nipple. She sighs and pushes it further into his mouth. He opens his mouth and pulls as much of her breast into his mouth, sucking hard. She gasps and looks down to see his eyes dancing with excitement.

He disengages from her breast, and reaches a hand up behind her head to the nape of her neck. He grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her in for a kiss, his tongue immediately in her mouth. 

"I could just suck your breasts all day" he says naughtily as he tweaks her exposed nipple.

"I could suck your cock all day," she teases, the bad girl persona showing herself.

That's when things got good. He lets go of her hair and pushes on her shoulders so she slides off his lap, to fall kneeling at his crotch. She knows what he wants her to do, without him saying the words. She reaches for the button on his jeans and quickly unfastens it. Then she slowly glides the zipper down, anticipation getting the best of her. She wants to feel him in her mouth badly.

He reaches down and pushes his jeans as far as he can; she pulls them down to his feet and takes them off, almost ripping them off. He wears boxers, and she reaches into the "cock slot" to pull his hardening member out. She immediately wraps her hand around the shaft, and begins to stroke it slowly. When she gets to the head, she almost squeezes the head in her palm, then slides her hand to the base, her other hand reaching into his boxers and cupping his balls. 

She leans forward at this point and without saying another word, opens her mouth and lets her tongue trace along the head of his penis, licking away the pre cum that has formed there. She knows she may not be able to take the whole thing in her mouth, as he is bigger that most she has had, but she'll be damned not to try. She slowly pulls his hardened shaft into her mouth, her glossed lips gliding almost effortlessly down to halfway. She begins to pull him out, the head just inside her lips. She opens her lips, gasps in some air and takes as much in her mouth as she can. She can feel the head hit the back of her throat triggering her gag reflex. She lets it sit there for a moment, breathing in through her nose. 

Not being able to take anymore, she tightens her lips and with a little more tempo, lets her lips stroke the length of his hard, long cock. Her head bobs up and down and she feels his hands tangle in her hair, and then feels him grab a handful. She knows he will know help her pretty lips and mouth take it all. As she gets to the base, he forces her head down, almost just past the gag reflex. He did say he wanted to mouth fuck her hard. As she makes a gagging sound, he lets her ease her lips up the base. Her eyes are now watering, but she is determined to make him cum this way. She lets his hands guide her head and they continue this up and down face fuck for now. She can hear his breathing get a little faster and knows he is going to cum for her soon. 

Next time he pushes her head to the base; she catches a little breath and takes all his length. From the hitch in his gasp, she knows he is surprised by this. She snakes her tongue out of her cock filled lips and licks at his balls. He groans loudly and and pushes on her head to keep her there. She has to fight a little to get him to release his grip, but when he does, she begins sucking and moving her lips faster on his hard cock. Her lips pressed tight, with her teeth tucked behind them she keeps a good rhythm going. He moans and tells her "I am going to cum baby girl". She doesn't lose her rhythm as she is going to swallow his load. Again, not something she normally does. He grunts a few more times, his hands trying to speed up the gliding of her lips till she feels the first warm spurt of salty cum hit the back of her throat. She swallows quickly as another burst fills her mouth. Is there always this much? She wonders as she swallows again. His cock is now twitching with orgasm and more cum fills her mouth. She pulls her lips down the length to the head and sucks greedily, getting the last drops out of his now spent cock. She releases him and wipes at her lips.

He leans back against the couch and lets go of her hair. "Damn, you did not have to do that."

"I wanted to. You gave me about three orgasms the other day. "

"Time to return the favor." He says, as he pushes her back onto the floor and kneels between her legs. She bends them at the knees and he begins kissing his way upwards, her knees, and her thighs. He pushes the slip up to her waist as he goes. He plays with her pussy lips through the barely there fabric and realizes she shaved. 

"How much did you shave?"

"You will have to take those off and see for yourself". She teases him with a wicked grin.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 01



Without even playing baseball but doing a lot of scoring, Kathleen matures five, young men with hands on sexual education. 

Chapter 1 - Kathleen

Such a long time ago, I was trying to remember the first time I was with a woman sexually. I remembered four women, before I remembered my beloved version of Maureen O'Hara, the redheaded, voluptuous Kathleen. How I could forget her for even a second is beyond belief? Kathleen was unforgettable. 

What made the first experience all so much more exciting was when I imagined her as my personal, private version of Maureen O'Hara. Back then, my first celebrity crush, that is, until I lost my mind over Sophia Loren, I loved Maureen O'Hara. I had such a crush on her, especially when she played Mary Kate Danaher opposite John Wayne in the Quiet Man. It's funny, when she made that movie back in '52, she was about the same age as Kathleen in '68. Even though she reminded me a lot of Maureen O'Hara, Kathleen was a much younger and prettier version of her, and with a much better body.

The reason why I didn't immediately remember her was because it was so long ago. Having just turned eighteen-years-old, a lifetime ago, it was when I was young, supercharged with testosterone, and at the time when, just before experiencing so many women, I was suddenly having so much sex. Yet, she was my first one. Maybe because she was older than me, nearly twice my age, which is why I didn't think of her right away. Still, being that she was the best of the best and better than all the rest, I wouldn't think that I'd forget my first love, but I did, albeit briefly.

"Kathleen. Where are you? Twinkle, twinkle, little star, I wonder where you are. Wherever you are, I love you."

It was the late 60's, when we met. A time of non-stop sex, plenty of drugs, and Rock 'n' Roll with group after group emerging from England, The Beetles, The Animals, The Kinks, The Who, and the Rolling Stones, and later Cream, Jethro Tull, Led Zeppelin, the Grateful Dead, and Pink Floyd, life was different then than it is today. Compared to instant access to the Internet, being bombarded with CNN special reports, and sexual enhancement drug commercials, life back then was simpler. A time of innocence, immediately lost after the Kennedy assassinations and continuing down a slippery slope with Viet Nam, we all watched the world unfold live on the news. The whole world watch the Beetles disembarking a plane from England to America. The whole world watched the race riots in Detroit and in the south. "The whole world is watching!" They yelled during the Viet Nam demonstrations. 

Back then, into physical fitness because of my fitness guru, Jack LaLanne, and boxing, because of my idol, Muhammad Ali, I never took drugs. My only drug of choice was Colt 45 malt beer for a quick, cheap high. A prisoner to the demon, my alcohol consumption started back then. Forty years of drinking, no doubt, have blurred the memories that I should have today but don't always have, ergo the reason why I didn't immediately remember Kathleen, but I sure do remember her now.

I remember her tits. Big, round, and firm C cup breasts with big pink puffy, erect nipples, she had beautiful breasts. As if a cork pulled from a bottle, she had the kind of nipples that popped out of my mouth with a noise, when I finished sucking them. They were Playboy Playmate breasts and they were the first tits I had ever seen, touched, felt, and sucked.

"Do you like my tits, Freddie?" I remember her asking me.

Do I like her tits? Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe she even asked me that. Duh? Do I like your tits? Ask me if I like getting drunk. Ask me if I like peeling rubber in my Dad's 409 '62 Chevy Impala, while racing a '67 Mustang GTA. Ask me if I like any woman's tits, especially one who is sitting in front of me topless, as she was then.

"Yes. I love your tits. You have beautiful tits, Kathleen," I said taking her question, as my invitation to stare at her tits.

It took all the control I had not to call her Maureen, after my fantasy woman, Maureen O'Hara. Probably because she was so much older than me, she wasn't shy like the other girls my age that I dated. God forbid I turned on the dome light at the drive-in movie in my feeble attempt to see what my hand was feeling, the shy girl would button her blouse and ask me to take her home.

"Sorry, I just dropped some popcorn and wanted to see where it landed. I didn't want the butter to stain my Dad's upholstery. I wasn't trying to look at your bra, really, honest."

"Pervert. You just wanted to see my bra. Take me home."

"Okay, okay, I just wanted to see your bra is all. I admit it. What's wrong with that?"

"Take me home. Now!"

At 32-years-old, Kathleen was old enough to be my really big sister or my aunt. She was different than any female that I had ever been with, not that I had been with many other women, since she was my first intimate, sexual relationship. Yet, when comparing her to all the other women who followed her, they all paled in comparison to her. She wasn't a girl, of course, she was a woman and, as a woman, she knew what she wanted and she wasn't shy about getting it and taking it. Right now, she wanted me and I wanted her. 

"Do you want to touch them?" She looked down at her breasts and cupped them, while running her fingers slowly across her nipples, before looking up at me.

"Do I want to touch them?"

"Yes, do you want to touch my tits?"

Do I want to touch your tits? Is that a rhetorical question? No, I'd rather just stand here and drool, while staring at them. Fuck yeah, of course I want to touch your tits. Are you kidding me? She didn't have to ask me twice, which, she did, actually. My hands were all over her full C cup breasts.

"Easy," she said with a laugh. "They're attached to me."

Her tits were the first tits that I not only saw up close but also were the first tits that I felt outside of a bra. They were so big and firm and felt so wonderful in my big hands. Her nipples were the first nipples that I fingered and sucked. She had hard, big nipples and I loved twirling my tongue around them, while nibbling on them, as I caressed her other tit with my other hand, while fingering her nipple.

"You're staring at my pussy as if it's the first one you've seen," she said with a laugh.

Well, yeah...duh. Except for the pictures in men's magazines and catching my mother and sister naked from a distance a few times, I've never seen a pussy this close and for this long.

"It is the first pussy I've ever seen," staring at all that she was showing.

"Would you like a better look?"

"Yes," I said.

She slouched down in her chair, while looking down at herself and spreading her legs wider. Then, pulling her pussy lips up and open with her fingers, she revealed all of her glistening internal loveliness to me, before looking up at me and smiling.

Good God. Am I dreaming? Devoid of modesty, so brazenly bold, she wasn't like any woman I had ever known.

I remembered my friend Stephen telling me how he walked in on his older sister, when she just stepped out of the shower. Slow to cover herself, she was naked and he saw her tits and her bushy, brown pussy. Nearly every night, unless someone else had a better story to tell, we'd ask him to tell us the story again of how he walked in on his naked, older sister, so that we could masturbate over imagining seeing his sister naked, too. Every time he told us what happened and, every night, the story got better with Stephen's embellishment of the details before, during, and after. Every time he told us the story and sometimes when he didn't, we were just so horny that we'd masturbate to the new version of him seeing his older sister naked, while at home in the privacy of our small bathrooms or lying in the dark confines of our beds with the covers pulled over our naked bodies.

Kathleen's pussy was the first pussy I had been invited to see. She had a bushy, red pussy. She was the first woman, who allowed me to touch her pussy, lick her pussy, and stick my cock in her pussy.

"Would you like to touch my pussy?"

Admittedly, I really liked this game of her asking me sexual questions that had obvious answers. If they tested me like this in school, I would have received a full, four year scholarship to Harvard University or to MIT, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

"Yes," I said, now remembering being so nervous about how to touch her.

I reached my hand forward and she took it by the wrist and showed me where and how to touch her. She was so slippery wet and she gasped and closed her eyes, as soon as I fingered her. Then, after a few minutes, her eyes popped open like two, blue, bejeweled exclamation points.

"Would you like to taste me?"

I remember being afraid. I had never been that close to a pussy before and now she wanted me to taste her and to lick her pussy. Way better than the story that Stephen told us all about his naked sister, just then, I imagined telling my friends every sexy, sexual detail of what happened today, between Kathleen and I. With her asking me if I wanted to see and touch her tits, and to see, touch, and taste her pussy, I couldn't wait to hear what she'd ask me next.

"I don't believe you. You're such a liar," I imagined my friend Stephen's voice in my mind, after telling him what happened with Kathleen today.

I had no choice but to taste her. It was my duty as a horny teenager to oblige a woman offering me sex. I had to lick her pussy. If I chickened out and didn't lick her pussy, my friends would all be disappointed. I owed it to my friends to lick her pussy. It was my responsibility, as a horny, testosterone driven teenager, and my rite of passage that would take me from an innocent, young adult to a man.

Surely, if the shoe was on the other foot and they were offered to lick a pussy, they'd do it for me, so that they could tell me all about what a pussy tasted, felt, and smelled like later. Back then, a time before X-rated Internet videos, we all vicariously lived through the sexual experiences of our friends, so that we could go home and masturbate over what one or the other said to us later. Yet, it wasn't one of my friends being offered to lick Kathleen's pussy. It was me. I was the one chosen to carry the torch of erotic enlightenment and sexual development.

Without doubt, I'd be the first of my small group of friends, who ever licked a pussy. A sexually sophisticated man of the world, after having licked a pussy, I'd be a sexual God to my friends. They'd call me the pussy licker or the pussy eater. I'd be a legend and a hero, that is, until the day, when they'd licked their first pussy, after which we could talk about eating pussy like mature and worldly gentlemen over a beer, while watching the Red Sox lose another ballgame at Fenway Park.

I got on my knees and slowly, gradually, and gently moved my face near her full, red, furry covered opening. Glad that she didn't smell like tuna or canned cat food, after all the jokes my friends made about not ever wanting to smell a pussy, never mind lick a pussy, she had a feint musky, albeit not unpleasant odor. Just as I gingerly stuck out my tongue, as if her pussy was soft gelatin, she grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my face to her pussy and mashed it there, while she slowly turned and twisted my head.

"Lick me, Freddie. Lap up my pussy juices," she said slouching further down in her chair, while opening her legs wider to accommodate my broad shoulders. "Stick your tongue in my hole, before licking the entire length of my pussy and before moving your tongue to my clit," she said pulling up on her pussy with her fingers to open it more and to give her a better view of me licking her.

Still frightened by my first pussy licking experience, I pulled my face back enough to see what I was licking. I didn't even know what the Hell a clit was. Putting her hands on each side of my head, she pulled me to her again. Unable to breathe, thinking that I was going to suffocate, but what a way to go, I was scared. I was nervous. I was excited. Then, I saw it.

That little shriveled thing must be her clit. To be honest, I thought she was deformed. I thought she had a little penis, but that wrinkled thing was her clit. Her clit was the first one I ever had one in my mouth. I wondered if I'd be considered gay sucking this miniature look-a-like penis. I wondered if all women had miniature penises or if just Kathleen had this unique deformity. I didn't know. I had no idea. All I knew was, licking her pussy was as horrible as I thought it would be.

She let go of my head and I moved away and stood, while pulling out my handkerchief from my back pocket to wipe her from my face and blow my nose, all the while still staring at her exposed, wet pussy. As if I had just been slimed, I was covered with her pussy juice. Just as sexually excited as I was, she was as wet as I was hard. The scent and wetness of her was up my nose and, as if adorned by some ritual, sexual, sticky perfume her wetness covered my face.

"Show me your cock," she said staring at the bulge in my pants. "I want to see that hard prick that makes that big bulge in your jeans," she said, as if she was Edie Adams telling me to 'take it off, take it all off.'

Damn! Much like my first dominatrix, later in life, she was so forceful and I liked how she took sexual control of me by ordering me to do, what I really wanted to do anyway. Sometimes, more fun to play the submissive role than the dominating one, it was a turn on having her demand what I had to do to satisfy her. All she needed was a whip and black, thigh high boots to play the role of my sexy mistress. Still, I couldn't believe what I was hearing and all that I was seeing, feeling, tasting, and smelling. With the sound of her feminine voice reverberating in my head, how can someone so sexy and so beautiful be such a slut? I couldn't believe it, when she said it again.

"C'mon, show me your cock," she said. "I want to see your prick. Please? Pretty please? Don't be so shy, Freddie. Show me your prick. Let me see your cock."

"Okay," I said.

She didn't have to ask me again for me to unzip my pants, even though she had asked me numerous times to show her my cock. I unzipped myself, reached my hand inside, pulled out my cock, and showed it to her. Actually, just the head of my cock was exposed to her, but I remember being so excited showing her my prick. Other than my mother and my sister, she was the first woman to see my cock.

Prior to her, when making out with a date in the park, or in my Dad's car, or at the movies, I literally had to physically force a girl's hand to my lap for her to touch my erect cock through my pants. Never did any girl touch my cock through my pants voluntarily and never did any girl, who I forced her hand to touch my cock, leave her hand there. Never did any of the girls I dated ask or want to see my cock. All the girls I dated were nice girls, virgins, so they all said. Girls didn't touch a man through his pants and ask to see his prick, back then, that is, unless they were whores or engaged to you.

She was the first woman to ask to see my cock, the first woman who saw my cock, the first woman to touch and stroke my cock, and the first woman to suck my cock. I remember she was sitting on her kitchen chair naked and I was standing in front of her. I was so excited. I was so nervous. I was so very hard and, when I put my cock back in my pants, she leaned forward, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles, along with my briefs. Nearly hitting her in her nose, my stiff prick bounced to life in front of her face. Only my doctor, a man, had seen my cock up close but, at the time, I wasn't erect, when my doctor was examining me. I was flaccidly embarrassed. Now, obviously by my erection, I was excited.

In all the fantasies that I had, while jerking off in my bathroom and bedroom, this was so much better. Never could I have imagined anything such as this or such as her. She asked to see my prick. She wanted to see my cock. She pulled my pants down and was staring at dick with great interest. I couldn't make a better woman than her or a better scenario than this, if I created it myself.

Her mouth was so close to my cock that I wished she'd take me in her mouth, while not believing that she would. Even though I was naive, it still took all the control I had not to wrap my hand around the back of her head, pull her forward, stick my erection in her mouth, and fuck her face. Only, that would be wrong. Even though she was naked and I was so exposed, I still figured she was a nice, wholesome woman. I was so naive. I thought I was the perverted one. What did I know?

"Do you mind?"

As if she asked me the question from a great distance, I remember her asking me that, while taking my prick in her hand, stroking me, and looking up at me with her big, blue eyes. Only, preoccupied with seeing her holding and stroking my prick, I thought I was stepping on her foot or was standing too close to her and invading her sense of space. I didn't know she was asking me if she could take me in her mouth. For a woman who was so sexually aggressive, she was so polite.

She wanted to blow me. Kathleen wanted to suck my cock. Are you kidding me? The thought of a woman asking me to suck my cock, wanting to suck my cock, and sucking my cock was so foreign to me. The only time that I could wrap my brain around having my cock sucked was in my dreams or when I was fantasizing about getting a blowjob, while watching one of my Dad's hidden porn movies, while masturbating.

Being with her naked was surreal, yet being with her naked was the really happening. Stuff like this never happens to me. I hadn't even received a hand job from a girl, yet, and Kathleen wanted to blow me. Still a virgin, I was yet to have intercourse and, after seeing a naked woman, feeling her tits, and licking her pussy, here I was about have my cock sucked and get my first blowjob. Something I figured wouldn't happen, until I was a Marine in the service or married and on my Honeymoon was about to happen right here and right now.

I'll always remember that first feeling, when she took my stiff prick in her warm, wet mouth. I'll never forget the sensation of her lips wrapped tightly around my long, thick member, as her tongue slowly swirled around the head of my hard cock. I'll never forget the sight of her looking up at me with her big, blue eyes, while my hard, hairy cock was buried in her beautiful, full mouth. No one has ever made love to my prick in the way that Kathleen had. I remember her hand slowly and firmly stroking me at the base of my prick, while her other hand gently cupped and lightly massaged my balls. So much better than I thought a blowjob would feel, her blowjob was like nothing I ever could have imagined.

I remember reaching down to cup her tits and finger her nipples, while she worked her oral magic on my cock. As soon as I touched, felt, and fondled her breasts, as soon as I fingered her nipples, while my cock was buried in her mouth, my sexual excitement increased exponentially. Playing with her breasts, while fingering her nipples, was so much more exciting, especially with her looking up at me with her baby blues and seeing my cock in her mouth. So willing and so wanting, the sight of my stiff prick in her mouth, along with the cock sucking sounds she made resonated in my mind for years. 

For years later, the imagined sound and sight of seeing her and watching her, with my cock buried in her mouth, is what I thought of, whenever horny and alone with my bad self and with my cock in my hand. With the memory of this first blowjob indelibly imbedded in my brain, I spent years masturbating over my very own personal version of Maureen O'Hara, albeit better than that, Kathleen, sucking my cock. After this, after being blown by Kathleen, never could I watch another Maureen O'Hara movie without getting an erection, without thinking of Maureen O'Hara blowing me, and without thinking of Kathleen.




Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 01



Prematurely ejaculating the first time being blown, I remember being embarrassed cumming off in her mouth so soon. Practically as soon as she wrapped her lips around my cock, stroked me with one hand, while cupping my balls with her other, I exploded a huge volume of cum. Never have I been as sexually excited. As soon as I exploded in her mouth, swallowing all I deposited, she accepted all of my cum without pulling away and without spitting out any of it.

Even though only a select few women in the neighborhood sucked cock, the ones that did didn't swallow. Too many spit and only certain ones, we all knew who they were, gave a blowjob, at all, anyway. Everyone wanted a blowjob from one of the women, who sucked cock, but no one wanted to date them or even be seen talking to them. A time of mixed messages and crossed signals, nothing, especially sex was out in the open and everything was swept beneath the carpet.

To be continued... 



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 02



Chapter Two - My Four Horny Friends 

Now that I remember her and recall her face and her figure in more detail, she was a good looking woman, a huge understatement, and one who haunted my dreams and fantasies for years, after our brief sexual interlude. Even now, remembering her, as I would an old, favorite teacher, I remember her with love, lust, and affection. I remember her in this story with fond, albeit still excited sexual memories of her naked body. If she's still alive, I wonder where she is now and if she ever thought about me again later in the way that I'm thinking about her now and always thought about her. Probably married with kids and grandchildren, by now, I wonder if she'd recognize me forty years later.

It all started innocently enough. What did we know? We were just a bunch of horny, young men hanging around our neighborhood haunt, Slide Park, aptly named because there were two granite slides, when first walking in the park.

She was a woman who lived in our neighborhood and, at first, we never paid her any mind, that is, until she started making a spectacle of herself. My friends used to whisper that she was lesbian because she didn't have a husband or a boyfriend and because they never saw her with a man. I don't think we even knew what a lesbian was back then because everything about alternative sexual orientation was hushed; everyone who was gay or lesbian hid in the closet, and nothing was out in the open and on the table, as it is today. Besides, if we thought of lesbians, the only lesbians that came to mind was the butch dyke type of lesbians, those women who wore men's clothes and who'd beat the crap out of a man for just looking at them the wrong way. In our minds, there was no way that a beautiful woman could be a lesbian. Back then, we never suspected Vivian Leigh, Marlene Dietrich, Joan Crawford, Barbara Stanwyck, and Judy Holiday of being lesbian. They were too damn hot.

Back then, it was just unusual for a woman to live alone in our neighborhood, a place of families with lots of kids. Just as it was unusual for someone to work from home. Rumor had it that she was a writer. Rumor had it that she was a widow, after her husband was killed in Viet Nam. She didn't look like any widow that I ever saw. All the widows in the North End, the Italian section of Boston, wore black for the rest of their lives. Rumor had it that she was evicted out of Charlestown, the next neighborhood over, the Irish section of Boston, across the Charlestown bridge, where Osama bin Laden's relatives lived, before 9/11, after she was caught having sex with young men our age.

She was old or so we all thought, even though she was only 32-years-old. A bunch of goofs, we were all 18-years-old and acting more like 13-year-olds. Our maturity stunted by our closed neighborhood, we were all so very immature. What did we know about life? Not so much.

Without having graphically explicit television, sex education, and X rated Internet videos, we didn't know very much about sex either, that was for sure. Back then in the sixties of censored TV, prime time television consisted of cartoons, Top Cat, the Flintstones, and the Jetsons, along with mild situation comedies, Lucille Ball, Ozzie and Harriet, and Leave it to Beaver. With church every Sunday keeping us in check the whole week, we all answered to a higher power. What fear the Nuns couldn't instill in us with their ruler, the Priest at Mass instilled in us with his sermon and with threats of our souls being damned to Hell. After reading Dante's Inferno and Milton's Paradise Lost in high school, I was already scared out of my mind not to do anything wrong, immoral, or illegal.

With all of us virgins, we did nothing more than look, stare and leer, actually. Innocent voyeuristic perverts and perverse peepers, we spent our days trying to see whatever we could see as fodder for our masturbation sessions later. Jerking off a lot, while waiting and watching for opportunities to see down women's blouses and up their skirts, we welcomed the advent of the sexual revolution and the day of the mini skirt. Whenever we saw an opportunity for a down blouse and/or an up skirt view, describing it in great detail and embellishing it, we told our friends what we saw with enhanced descriptions and imagery getting better every time we retold the story. We were all guilty of jerking off later about imagining seeing that for ourselves. Still, a time just before the birth control pill was accepted as an option to birth control, with so many woman morally modest, a sight of a down blouse bra or an up skirt panty was, as a big deal as it was a rare occurrence. When the mini skirt and tube tops took control of our neighborhood and our horny eyeballs, we were happy to be alive.

"I saw a woman today at the market. She was reaching for the cheese in the dairy case and her blouse was wide opened, wide frigging open," said Joey, playing the part of the woman that he saw. Unbuttoning his shirt and bending forward, as if he was leaning and reaching in a diary case, he was giving us a good story. "I swear on my grandmother's grave," he said raising his hand, while looking from each one of us. "The top of her blouse was unbuttoned and she wasn't wearing a bra. I saw her tits, her areolas, and her nipples. I saw her whole breast and she had big tits. I saw everything," he said breathlessly, while wiping his hand over his face, as if he needed a drink to calm his nerves, after witnessing a murder.

Probably having just seen part of her bra, it was then that we all knew that Joey was making up the last part, but it didn't matter because he gave us something to imagine, while jerking off later that night. He was a good storyteller, our best storyteller and, with us eager to believe all that he said, he always made his tall tales sound believable. Probably, no doubt, he merely saw only her bra strap, but that was enough to spark his imagination and to motivate his creative ability to tell us a story that added to our never ending horniness and give us endless masturbation material later.

"So, what did she look like?" Stephen looked at him with skepticism. Always wanting proof, evidence, and just the details, in the way that Jack Webb wanted just the details on Dragnet, he was the disbelieving lawyer and mistrusting detective of the group. "How old was she? Was she pretty? What was she wearing? How tall was she? Was she fat or thin, Joey? Give us more details than that. You just can't say that you saw some woman's tits, areolas, and nipples and not give us all the other details," said Stephen. "It's un-American. It's just not right. We'd tell you everything we saw, if it was us. The least you can do is give us more details."

We all knew why Stephen wanted details, just as we all knew what he'd be doing and what we'd all be doing later that night. Our own version of Cool Hand Luke with Paul Newman, when that woman was washing an old car and getting all wet in the movie, we all used our imaginations to imagine our own version of a woman bending over and leaning in the dairy case and stretching to reach for cheese, while wearing an unbuttoned, loose blouse without a bra. Yet, Stephen, being so anal, always needed and wanted more details. Now, embellishing a bit on Joey's story and taking the liberty to change the female character, when I imagined expanding more on Joey's story, I switched from how Joey described what she looked like to how Sophia Loren, Marilyn Monroe or Jayne Mansfield looked like, while reaching for the cheese with an unbuttoned blouse. Definitely, it was more fun putting famous, sexy, celebrity face to the naked breast, while masturbating.

"That's nothing," said Anthony. "I saw my neighbor, Maryanne, this morning practically naked. She must have just gotten out of the shower because she walked out of her house just wearing a thin, little bathrobe with nothing underneath."

"Nothing underneath? How do you know she was naked underneath her bathrobe?" Joey looked at Anthony, as if jealous that he was stealing his thunder about seeing a woman's tits in the supermarket by trumping his story with that of seeing a naked woman.

"Because, when she stooped to pick up the newspaper outside her front door, her bathrobe opened and she had nothing on underneath. I saw her pussy," he said looking from one to the other. "I saw her big tits."

Immediately Elizabeth Taylor, Natalie Wood, Zsa Zsa Gabor, and Sandra Dee came to my mind, all at once. I imagined walking around Beverly Hills delivering newspapers and waving to one of those celebrities, when they stooped down to get their morning newspaper in front of me, while exposing much more than just their smile. Then, there she was, Doris Day, waving to me, just as a gust of wind blew open her bathrobe and she was naked, totally naked underneath. I imagined seeing her big tits and her blonde pussy, until I was abruptly interrupted from my sexual fantasy of Doris Day flashing me her pussy.

"Fuck you," said Joey. "No way! You saw her whole pussy? You saw Maryanne's big tits? Get the fuck out of here. Maryanne? I don't believe you. You're lying."

"Yeah, I did. Cross my heart and hope to die, I saw her naked body. I swear on my grandmother's grave," said Anthony. "Her pussy was so close that I could smell it."

"Yeah, well, if you could smell her pussy," she Ralph, "then, she needed a bath, which proves that you saw nothing because you said she had just gotten out of the shower."

"Oh, yeah? Your mother's pussy smells like tuna fish," said Anthony. "Besides, maybe she was just about to take a shower."

"Hey, hey, hey, no mothers," said Joey, always so protective of his mother.

Now that I think of it, we were more like a bunch of junior high school kids, than we were old enough to be drafted in the Marines to fight and die in Viet Nam. With no thanks to Senator McCarthy, the television programming and movies that we saw were much more censored, than they are today. We learned about sex and violence from whispering our misconceptions in the dark to one another. Now, kids learn about sex and violence from X Box video games. Game over. I wonder what they'll be like, when they're my age. I wonder what their children will be like, when they're their age.

All we had to get us off were stolen copies of ragged eared Playboy magazines, National Geographic magazines that showed topless African women, and art history books that the librarians kept on the top shelf behind them to stop us from jerking off behind bookcases to the nude pictures in the corner of the library. When I think about my early sexual maturity, sexually and emotionally retarded, we were sexually inexperienced compared to the sexually experienced teenagers of today. We were so immaturely naïve. If I miss anything of that era, I miss the innocence that has been stolen by dirty, lying, stealing politicians, the Internet, and reality TV.

Kathleen was in her early thirties and nearly twice our age. Even though she was good looking, in the way that Spanky of the Little Rascals had a crush on his teacher, Mrs. Crabtree, she was old, so we all thought, that we hardly noticed her good looks. We only always saw her from a distance and we always saw her wearing clothes. Besides, with our hormones controlling our minds and our horniness controlling our imaginations, we more noticed her body than we did her face. Suffice to say that she had a great figure. Still, we were more interested in the neighborhood girls our age, who were more our speed and who tempted us with flirty talking, sexy walking, French kisses, the hopes of getting to first base, and the fantasy of a quickie hand job, something that seldom materialized, even after we spent all of our money taking them to the movies and buying them pizza.

Even after the Kennedy assassinations, it was still a time of prolonged innocence. We learned about sex down the cellar, when our parents weren't home or in the park at night, where our parents couldn't see our desperate humping and hear our excited premature ejaculations. Our morals were instilled in us by the neighborhood cop walking the beat and by the local priest at Sunday mass that continued his lecturing, when he visited one of our homes for supper that night, a different house each week, or saw us hiding behind a tree, while taking a stroll through the neighborhood.

"I didn't see you at Sunday Mass, Freddie, but I see you hiding behind that tree."

"Yes, Father." 

By the looks of the state of the world today, I think religion has gone underground with everyone praying to God behind closed, locked doors in hopes of winning the lottery or finding a cure for their sick child or a job for an out of work Dad. From the looks of current events, with all the gang violence and political corruption, people don't fear God in the way they used to, when I was a kid growing up on my knees with my hands pressed tightly together and my eyes closed, while asking God to forgive me for my sins and to raise me to Heaven, when I die. Now, it's all a world of dysfunctional lunacy with everyone out for themselves and no one helping their neighbor. 

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 03



Chapter Three - Flashing Us Her Panties Again

It was a small Boston, Roman Catholic neighborhood, where I grew up, where everyone knew you, where everyone gossiped about everyone, and no one could hide anything from anyone, that is, except for Kathleen. She lived alone at the end of a dead end street that many of the locals didn't even know or forgot existed. She had this little dog, a Beagle named Barky, aptly named because he barked a lot before he'd start howling. That dog made me hate Beagles and because of Barky, the perfect name for that dog, I never warmed to Charlie Brown's Snoopy. The dog barked at everything and everybody, and could bark and howl non-stop for an hour it seemed, before he'd stop from exhaustion. Actually, if it wasn't for her little dog, no one would ever have known she lived there.

With a view of the USS Constitution and the Bunker Hill Monument from her back kitchen window, her house ran perpendicular to the Old North Church on the front side and Atlantic Commercial Street out the back. Only three streets over from Paul Revere's House, she was situated in the most historic section of Boston. She lived across from a historic cemetery, Copp's Hill cemetery, in the North End, the Italian section of Boston, the gate to which was always closed and padlocked.

The local kids. who had too much time on their hands and no respect for anything or anyone alive or dead vandalized the graves of the revolutionary soldiers, both British and American. Back in the '50's, Copp's Hill was the same cemetery, where the robbers of the infamous Brink's Robbery hid their guns and temporarily stashed their cash to retrieve later. There were old tunnels beneath some of the graves that led all over that part of the city. Beginning from someone's cellar, the tunnels were used, when the early American revolutionists of Boston wanted to conduct secret meetings without the British soldiers knowing. Back then, under a strict curfew, it was illegal to walk the streets at night and/or gather outside a house or meet together, even at the Old North Church, especially at the Old North Church.

Her innocuous apartment, unless someone went out of their way to peer in her windows, was discreetly private. Situated across from the cemetery, she abutted a windowless building to the right of her, the park was beside her to her left, and the Boston Harbor waterfront was behind her. Consequently, her shades were always open. I guess she figured, unless all those dead bodies buried in the cemetery could still see and unless someone in Boston Harbor knew where to look with binoculars, no one could see her walking around naked, which is what she routinely did, we all soon discovered.

The city opened the cemetery gates during tourist season from May to September. Every day, around the same time, three times a day, Kathleen lifted up her dog and her leg to climb over the waist high, black, rod iron fence that prohibited her from walking her dog in the cemetery. Even though she had access to the open gate part of the year, she still climbed the fence because the gate was a block distance away from her house and a block distance back. So much more convenient, where she climbed the fence was just across the street from where she lived.

Back then, women didn't wear pants or jeans like they do today. Much in the way that everyone, who boarded an airplane appropriately dressed, most women wore skirts or dresses. Obviously, because that was her uniform of choice, Kathleen enjoyed wearing miniskirts, perhaps because miniskirts were the latest fashion and she had gorgeous legs enough to wear a miniskirt. Yet, every single time she stepped over that fence, she'd flash us her panties. The first time I saw her lift her leg to climb the fence and saw a flash of her panties, I thought I was imagining her sexy in between her leg flash.

Once we all realized that there was a free show at the same three times every day, we all made sure we were there for show time. Having only three network stations, CBS, NBC, ABC, and two UHF stations, channel 38 and 56, it didn't take much to entertain us, especially, when it came to sex. We all loved and looked forward to seeing Kathleen's bright, white and pastel colored panties. She did have nice, long, shapely legs for an old broad and we all got off on routinely seeing her panties without the fear of any repercussions.

Since none of us had a steady girlfriend yet, seeing her panties, especially on a regular basis, was a special sight for us to see. If nothing else, definitely, the flash of her panty gave us more to masturbate over, later, in the privacy of our bathrooms and bedrooms. Albeit just a quick flash, the vision of her panties would keep us entertained for hours and give us something to talk about and joke over later, while playing Whist in the park that night, smoking cigarettes, and drinking beer.

Moreover, fortunately for us, she didn't wear pantyhose. With all of us in agreement that the gay fashion designer, who invented pantyhose should be hung by the neck with a pair of his own pantyhose, we hated pantyhose. The only lingerie better than panties were nylons and garter belts. Every Sunday, she gave us a special treat, when she wore her garter belt and stockings under her miniskirt, her Sunday attire for church. We couldn't believe, when she climbed the fence, while wearing that sexy outfit, too.

"Hey, guys. There's that lady with the dog," said Joey.

We'd all stop playing cards to huddle behind the stone wall waiting for her to walk by with her dog and with each one of us vying to get the best spot for a better view to see more of her panties, while she slowly and carefully climbed over the fence. Barky knew we were there hiding, no doubt, while waiting for her to walk past us, cross the street, and climb over the fence with her miniskirt hiked up practically to her waist. Now that I think of it, she was left-handed, but she turned to face us and lifted her right leg to climb the fence. Being right handed, I always climb with my right leg first. I guess I can say that I'm right legged, too. 

Now, that I remember her climbing that fence and flashing all of us her panties, I wonder if she knew we were all there looking. I wonder if she knew she was inadvertently flashing her panties. I wonder if she was flashing us her panties on purpose. Now that I know the sexual woman she was, without doubt, she purposely flashed us her panties. She knew we were there looking.

Nonetheless, the horny fools that we were, we stood there waiting, until Barky finished his business and for her to raise her short skirt nearly up to her waist again to climb over the fence and flash us her panties again on her way out of the cemetery to go home. Three times and six flashes a day, mornings, afternoons, and evenings, as if her flashes were a looping movie, she'd hike up her short skirt and lift her right leg to climb over that waist high fence. The only thing different with her flashes was the color of her panties. A different color each day, Kathleen was our sexy bitch to ogle.

Still, if she was concerned about us seeing her panties, we'd think she'd turn and face the other way, away from the park and away from our leering eyes. Maybe, she didn't care. Maybe, she didn't know we were there watching her lift her leg to expose her panty clad pussy. Maybe, as I suspect now, obviously, she flashed us on purpose. Nonetheless, now that I remember her panty flashes, giving her my benefit of doubt, I still wonder if she knew we were there watching her.

Yet, now, that I remember her public slow and careful flashing panty show, she must have known we were all bunched behind that chest high stone wall looking. How could she not know? With all the giggling, talking, and jousting for position we did, we were anything but quiet about what we were doing and what we were seeing. We peeked up our heads to watch her step up on the short wall, before hiking up her mini skirt and lifting her right leg high enough to clear the fence and plenty high and wide enough to give us all a good look of her crotch. Multiple times a day, rain or shine, we had daily between her legs views of her bright white, panty clad pussy or pastel panty clad crotch.

"Did you see her panties?" Anthony looked at her, as if seeing her panties for the first time.

"Yeah, she's wearing white ones today. I like the blue ones," said Joey.

"I like the yellow ones. Those panties are practically see through, they're so sheer. You can see her pussy," said Ralph wide-eyed. "She's got red pubes."

"Yeah, well, I like the white ones because with the contrast you can see her red pubic hairs sticking out the sides," said Stephen. "Definitely, she has a huge red bush."

"I hate the black ones," I said, "because I can't see anything."

"Yeah," we all said agreeing to that.

"The black ones bite," said Stephen.

Too dark to see anything, black panties were our least favorite. We were all such perverts and we'd talk about her panties, until it was time again for her to walk her dog and climb the fence again in the afternoon. No doubt, just as I did, we'd be home later that evening masturbating over seeing her panties again.

She lived in the neighborhood for a nearly year, before she ventured out to talk to any of us. Longtime residents were always standoffish, suspicious, and distrustful of strangers, which would explain why she was shy about approaching anyone in the neighborhood, especially us, a bunch of rowdy, male teenagers. Obvious by her red hair, being that she was Irish and living in an Italian neighborhood, she kept to herself. To be accepted, in our closed North End neighborhood, she'd have to either be born there or live there thirty years, before she'd be deemed one of the locals. Even then, treating her, as the pilgrims treated a redheaded witch, the residents would never trust her with any of their secrets and being that this was a Mafia protected neighborhood, we all kept plenty of secrets.

Because our houses were so small, huddled three and four story apartments that afforded us little or no privacy, we were always hanging out in the park across from the cemetery watching her, waiting for her to appear to flash us her panties, staring at her when she did, and trying to see in her windows at night. Before cable, satellite television, sports channels, VCR's, DVD's, and the Internet, there wasn't much else to do than to peep on the neighborhood's older woman, especially one who flashed us her panties multiple times every day. Besides, none of us owned a car or had any money. Relegated to date the girl next door or someone's sister, we couldn't even go for a drive and pick up chicks. Instead we hung out in the park playing cards, smoking cigarettes, and drinking beer with the money we got from our parents, winning at pool, or breaking open parking meters for the dimes.

Bored, horny, and always looking to see what we could see, she always had her shades up, even at night with her lights on, and we were always hiding behind trees in the park, while trying to sneak a peak in her windows. Because her windows were angled away from the park, to have a decent vantage point, we had to climb over a fence and out onto a small triangular ledge to peer out behind another fence to see her and to not be seen by her. I tried climbing out on the ledge a couple of times, but gave up when I couldn't see anything. Besides, I felt really perverted trying to spy on her like that. Yet, that's what all normal teenage boys did, spy, stare, leer, and ogle. Perversely perverted, always looking to see, we were all voyeurs trying to get a glimpse of a bra, a panty, or a naked breast, ass, and pussy. A couple of the guys said that they saw her changing for bed a few times. I suspect they imagined more than they saw. While imagining the things we hoped to see, we were always exaggerating the things we thought we saw but never saw.

"I saw her walking by the window naked," said Anthony.

"Who? Who'd you see walking by the window naked," said Joey.

"The woman who lives over there, you know, the one with that barking dog, who flashes us her panties every day."

"Fuck you. No way! Get the fuck outta here. You saw her naked? You're lying," said Stephen.

"Yeah, I did. I saw her naked. I swear. I was out in the park after dinner because my parents were fightin' again. I didn't want to hear that shit again," said Anthony. "It's that same friggin' fight mornin', noon, and night. So I went out for a walk and climbed out on the ledge to be alone with my thoughts."

"Alone with your thoughts? Fuck you and your thoughts," said Ralph. "Idiots like you don't have any thoughts. You climbed out on the ledge to peep on that woman. You were peeping at her, weren't you, you fuckin' pervert."

"No, seriously, I was depressed and just wanted to be alone. When I looked up, she was just standing there with her light on and her shades up, while walking back and forth and undressing."

As the revelation of the excited, albeit unknown reason why she suddenly stripped of her clothes took control of his face, he paused to look at all of us.

"C'mon, be honest. Did you really see her?" No doubt, wanting to believe that Anthony saw Kathleen naked, Stephen looked at Anthony with hopeful excitement.

"Or did you just imagine you saw her?" Ralph looked at Anthony with cynicism.

"Now that I think about it, now that I remember her glancing out the window, as she paraded back and forth naked, she must have known I was there watching her. How could she not see me? I wasn't hiding behind the fence. I was just sitting there out in the open on the ledge, while thinking."

"You think she undressed in front of you on purpose? You think she's just as perverted as you are?" Stephen shook his head at Anthony. "You're crazy. Women aren't sex fiends in the way that guys are. We're the perverted ones, not them."

"So, tell us," said Joey ignoring Stephen's disbelief, "what'd you see?"

"I saw everything, her ass, her tits, and her pussy. I couldn't believe my eyes. She has a nice body for an old broad," said Anthony with excitement.

"I bet your jerked off over all that you imagined you saw," said Ralph.

Truth be told, we all did that night. Vicariously living through one another, we all relived that day through what Anthony saw or imagined he saw by having him regale us with his story over and again. Whenever we tired of hearing that story, which was unusual, we'd have Stephen tell us about the time he saw his older sister stepping out of the shower naked, and then we'd have Joey tell us about the woman's tits he saw, when she was leaning over the dairy case, while braless.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 04



Chapter Four - The Introduction

One day, shortly after Anthony's naked sighting of her, Kathleen walked through the park. Out of character for her to be there, in our little domain, it was shocking to see her walking through the park, our park. Maybe, we wouldn't have been so surprised by the sight of her had she been walking Barky, but she was alone. The somewhat good Catholics that we were, always feeling guilty, we looked at one another, while wondering why she was here walking through the park alone.

I suddenly felt guilty about Anthony supposedly seeing her naked and about talking about her being naked. With bad foreboding washing over me, I suspected she had a reason for being there. Maybe she heard and/or saw the five of us peeping at her, when she climbed the fence that morning to walk barking, while flashing us her panties. Maybe her routinely flashing her panties to us was, indeed, perhaps inadvertent, and now she was going to confront us with her indignation, along with her Irish temper. Suddenly, I was sick to my stomach. For sure, I didn't want her confronting my mother, especially not telling my father, that his son is a pervert.

Even though she lived across from the park and had every right to be there, walking through the park was something she never did the entire time she lived there. Normally, when she walked to the store to buy her groceries, she walked around the exterior of the park, staying on the sidewalk to get from her house to the store and back, probably to avoid us bunch of perverts staring at her. This day, was different. This day, she sought us out. This day, I'll never forget for as long as I live because this was the beginning of a sexual adventurous journey, a rite to passage road, that we all willingly and happily took with her.

"Hi," she said with a wave of her little hand, while walking over to us. "I'm Kathleen," she said with a smile that made my heart melt, when I realized just how beautiful she was up close. "I live over there," she said turning to point to her apartment windows. We didn't even turn to acknowledge where she was pointing, as we all intimately knew where she lived. "I have the little dog," she said looking at our stunned faces, as if trying to explain something in a foreign language. "You may have seen me walking him in the cemetery."

"Yeah, yeah," said Ralph, "sure, sure, that barking Beagle. I think I remember you, now. I thought you looked familiar," he said with a sly grin.

Maybe if you lifted your skirt, along with your leg to show us your panties, we'd remember better, who you were, I thought to myself, while thinking of her creamy, white thighs, round, firm ass, and bright white, bikini panties.

"That's his name," she said with a little laugh.

"What's his name? Beagle?" Ralph gave her a look of confusion, as if thinking why someone would name a Beagle, Beagle.

"No, Barky," she said laughing. "His name is Barky. He's been barking, since the first day I got him from the dog pound, so I figured that was a good name for him."

"I'm Ralph, the brains of this group," he said with a laugh. "That skinny, little kid over there is Joey, the good looking one is Freddie, the Italian looking one is Anthony, and Stephen is the lawyer and wannabe detective of the group," said Ralph introducing all of us to her.

"Hi, I'm Kathleen," she said smiling, while making eye contact with each of us and shaking hands with everyone.

Strange that she shook hands with us all, I've never shaken hands with a woman before. I remember she had really soft hands, especially after comparing her hands to my rough and calloused hands from playing baseball and lifting weights. When shaking hands with her, I felt as if I was shaking hands with my teacher or my aunt, even though I never shook hands with my teacher or my aunt. She was so much older than us, but there was something special about her. Her blue eyes were piercing in the way that Paul Newman's eyes came through the screen, when he played against Elizabeth Taylor in the movie, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

She was pretty, prettier than any teacher or aunt that any of us had, and so much prettier up close, instead of from the distance we usually see her from, when watching her climb over the cemetery fence to flash us her panties. Moreover, she had freckles. Too focused on watching her flash us her panties than looking at her pretty face, I never noticed how beautiful she was, and she was. With the flash of her panties holding my interest, sexual and otherwise, I never realized how pretty she was, that is, until now. I don't know what it is about freckles, but there's something sexy about a woman with freckles.

I knew she wanted something and I looked at her waiting for her to tell us what it was she wanted. Hoping for the best, while expecting the worst, I figured she'd call us all perverts for watching her climb over the fence to walk her dog. Yet, justifying my feeling of guilt, if she didn't want us to see her panties, all she had to do was to turn away from us and climb the fence with her right leg, instead of her left. Then, I figured that maybe she was here because she wanted to see which one of us peeped on her last night. Maybe Anthony was telling the truth after all. Maybe Anthony did see her naked. Maybe, after she was done being embarrassed, she was outraged and wanted to give us all a piece of her mind.

"I need someone to help me paint," she said making eye contact with me, before briefly glancing at the others. "Is anyone interested in making twenty bucks?"

She looked at all of us, in the way that a drill sergeant would look down a line of pitiful recruits or a prison guard would look at a bunch of new prisoners. For someone who looked so pretty and acted so nice, for some reason, I suspected that she had a dark side. Hoping I was wrong about her, I hoped her dark side was a sexy side, instead. Being that I was still a virgin, I didn't know which. Certainly, I couldn't tell a dark side from a sexy side of a woman, unless she hit me in the back of the head with a baseball bat. Even then, I'd question her meaning, while wondering about her intent.

Nonetheless, even with the distraction of her standing in front of me, temporarily quelling my sexual lust for her, the offer of earning a quick twenty dollars reverberated through my horny brain. At a time when a brand new '68, albeit a stripped Chevy Impala station wagon cost my Dad a few dollars over $2,800 and my Dad was making $150 a week working at the Post Office, twenty bucks for a few hours work was a lot of money back then. I remember looking at my friends and none of them answering her.

No doubt, taking in by her beauty, as much as I was, we all just stared at her. Obviously stunned by her presence and her voluptuous body, this was the first time we had seen her close up. This was the first time we ever saw her face, as we were always staring at her legs and in between her legs at her panties. She was a very good looking woman and she had tits, big tits, a rack, actually, definitely a full C cup. So preoccupied with her flashing us her panties, how in the Hell did we miss that she had big tits, too?

If I was to describe her now, I remember she had blue eyes, auburn hair, and freckles. The more that I looked at her, the prettier she became. She reminded me of someone, but who? Haley Mills? Tuesday Welds? Ann Margret? Maybe. I remember it really bothering me that I couldn't figure out, who it was she looked like and who it was she reminded me of, but she looked vaguely familiar, as if I had met her before or seen her somewhere before, but when and where?

"What about you?" She stared right at me, as if I was the only one there. "What's your name, again?"

I melted under her stare. Immediately, I was in love. Definitely, I was in lust. At that point, I would have painted for free, so long as I could stare back at her, in the way that she was staring at me.

"Freddie," I said trying my best not to stare at her big tits. "My name is Freddie."

"Well, Freddie," she said with a smile that made me want to confess to her that I was deeply, madly, and instantly in love with her. "Do you want to make twenty bucks?"

People were always picking me for things. I was a good looking kid back then, the best looking one of the bunch, which was the reason, no doubt, why she picked me. Everyone told me that I looked a little like a cross between Ricky Nelson and Clint Walker because, broader in the shoulders than my friends, I wasn't a skinny little thing like Ricky Nelson. Where all my friends were 100% Italian and looked every bit of their heritage, I looked more like my Dad, who was English and migrated here from the mid-west, when he was stationed in Charlestown, across the harbor from Boston, during World War II. After spending time in Boston, he met my Mom at a USO dance and he never returned home to Kansas and to the family farm.

Besides, my friends never volunteered for anything. Even if she offered to pay them one hundred bucks to paint, they'd never volunteer. They were all too lazy. Moreover, their parents would kill them, if they went into a stranger's house, even after being invited, especially if she was a woman, who lived alone. A time just after the Boston Strangler had been caught, with suspicions still running high, she could be a serial killer for all we knew. Definitely, I was the nicest one of the bunch of those goofs anyway. Truth be told, she was better off choosing me to help her paint her apartment than picking any one of them.

"Go ahead, you go," said my friend Stephen looking at me to wink at me, while giving me a nudge in the ribs. "You're the artist in the group. You're good at painting," he smiled, while giving me that look, which read that he wanted me to go, so that I could tell him everything that happened later. "He's a good painter," he said nodding his head to Kathleen. "He'll do a good job for you."

There was no way I could turn down twenty bucks and he knew it, especially after giving me that look, you know the look, the one where your friend stares at you, nods his head, and gives you the wink. With twenty bucks, at twenty-five cents a string or movie, I could bowl 80 strings of candlepin bowling or watch 40 movies. At fifty cents a seat, I could sit in the bleachers at Fenway Park to watch the Red Sox lose 40 games or at seventy-five cents a seat, I could comfortably lounge in the grandstands for 30 games.

All of my friends had money, their Dad's had better jobs than my Dad or owned their own businesses. A time, when employers weren't hiring teenagers without experience, the only jobs we could get were as a busboy, a stock clerk, and a mail clerk. All those jobs paid minimum wage. With the minimum wage, back then, at $1.60 an hour, twenty dollars was more money than I could earn in a day. After taking out taxes, I'd have to work two, full, eight hour days to net $20.00.

"Sure, lady, I'll help you. When do I start?"

I figured she'd say tomorrow, or hopefully the week end, or even next week to give me some time to masturbate over the visualization of helping her to paint her walls. I wondered if she'd paint, while wearing a miniskirt. I imagined all the up skirts she'd give me, when climbing the ladder or bending at the waist to dip her brush. I hoped she'd wear something low cut to give me some down blouse views, while giving me up skirt ones, too.

"Kathleen, please call me Kathleen," she said with a smile. "You'd make me feel like my mother, if you called me lady. Only, don't call me Kathy or Kate. My name is Kathleen."

"Okay, Kathleen, when do I start with the painting?"

"Well," she said looking down at her watch and back up at me. Fortunately, she had pretty blue eyes, the kind of eyes that I couldn't help yourself from staring at them and at her, which helped me from staring at her breasts. "What are you doing now?"

"Now?"

I figured I had a few hours to kill. I had just graduated from high school and, since I wouldn't be going to college, I didn't have to find a job, until after the summer. It was the first year of the draft lottery and with my draft number 306 out of a possible 365, and the army only drafting up to 180, I had scored a high enough number that guaranteed me of not going to Viet Nam, unless I was dumb enough to enlist in the Marines. 

Different than today with financial aid, there were no college loans back then. Unless I went to a state school to become a teacher, I could only go to college, if I were rich or if I were bright enough to get a scholarship. Suffice to say that I wasn't rich enough to afford college or smart enough to win a scholarship. None of the kids from the neighborhood went to college, unless they went to night school, while working a full-time job during the day or if they found a job, where their employer sent them to a job related school and paid for their education. Then, there were the gung-ho dumb asses that joined the Marines figuring that they'd go to college under the G. I. Bill, after they returned home from Viet Nam. Only too many of my friends didn't return home alive and the ones, who did return home were too fucked up to do anything but drink and get stoned. School was the last thing on their fried minds.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 05



Chapter Five - The Seduction

Cougar strips naked in front of her cub.

I followed Kathleen to her apartment. Her place was nice but in disarray because of her painting project. Just a one bedroom flat with an eat-in kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom, her apartment was small but plenty big enough for just her and her little dog. Looking out her windows was a whole another perspective from my house. A layout so different than my parents apartment, it was weird seeing the cemetery from her bedroom windows, the park from her living room windows, and the Boston Harbor from her kitchen windows. 

Moreover, a dog that barks at everything and everyone, it was weird that Barky didn't bark at me, even when I first walked in her place. I figured he would, as soon as I opened her downstairs front door. He always barked. Ignoring him to stare at Kathleen, while waiting for him to come to me, instead of me going to him, maybe because he sensed that I liked dogs and wasn't a threat to him was the reason why he didn't bark. Maybe because he already had my scent in his nose from me hiding behind the wall with the rest of my friends, while watching her climb the cemetery fence and watching her flash us her panties. Anyway, we got along fine and without incident. 

"Here," she said, as soon as she entered the apartment and closed the front door behind me. She handed me this folded, white piece of material that I figured was a drop cloth, until I unfolded it. 

"What's this?"

"Painter's overalls," she said. "Put them on so you don't get paint on your clothes."

I wiggled my foot in but my shoe got stuck in the pant leg.

"Take off your shoes," she said laughing. She had a nice laugh and a pretty smile. She looked even prettier, when she smiled and younger, too. Actually, before I knew her age, if I had to guess her age, I would have guessed that she was in her mid-twenties. I was floored, when she told me she was 32-years-old. "You never wore overalls before?" 

"No," I said prying my foot out with great difficulty and removing my shoe this time, before sticking my big foot back in the pant leg. I'm a big guy and these overalls were just too small. There was no way that I could squeeze them over my bulky clothes. "These overalls are way too small," I said ready to give up, forget about earning twenty dollars, and go home.

"They won't fit over your clothes, silly," she said laughing. "You have to remove your clothes and put them on over your underwear." She looked down at the bulge my cock made in my Wranglers. "You are wearing underwear, aren't you?"

In the way she looked at me with a look of lusty hunger, when she asked me if I was wearing underwear, she suddenly made me feel a little uncomfortable, sort of like that time, when Father O'Malley touched me in my private place.

"Yeah, I'm wearing underwear," I said insulted that she suggested that I was a pervert, which I was. "Who the Hell walks around not wearing any underwear under their clothes?"

"Those flashers who just wear a raincoat and who are naked underneath," she said laughing.

"Well, I'm no flasher and I'm not wearing a raincoat," I said returning her laugh without totally understanding her joke.

Whether I understood her more mature humor or not, with the both of us sharing a laugh, immediately, I got over the awkwardness and felt at ease in being alone with her. She was a good looking woman and unlike the uptight older woman in the neighborhood, she was no Nun. She was fun. She was funny. I liked her and I had an erection just thinking about being in her apartment in my underwear, while thinking of her flashing me her panties, every time she climbed over the cemetery fence.

Except for the front door, the weird thing was that she had no doors in her place. There was no bedroom, closet or bathroom doors. I stood in her kitchen looking around for a place to change out of my clothes and into these overalls, a uniform that looked so much like the white suit that the ice cream man wore in his ice cream truck.

"Well," she said looking at me, while raising her eyebrows with her shoulders and hands, "what are you waiting for an invitation?"

"Where can I change? You have no doors."

"Oh, sorry, I removed the doors to strip off the paint," she said pointing to the doors leaning against the far wall. "There were layers of paint on the doors and the wood veneers underneath are beautiful. I'm going to restore them," she said with a smile. "You can change right here in the living room. I'll turn my back to give you privacy. I won't look. I promise," she said with a sexy smile that made me think that she'd look.

Then, when she turned her back to me to undress to change in her overalls, I was stunned. I was shocked. I was surprised. Without the privacy of a curtain or a door, suffice to say my stunned, shocked surprise was an understatement to the sudden sexual excitement that I felt, when she was undressing just behind my back. Even though she said that she wouldn't look, I made no such promise. I didn't say any such thing about me not watching her undress.

I turned my head and watched her, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. It was then, when she turned suddenly and revealed her side profile to me that she jogged my memory of who it was she looked like. As if I was watching a scene in a movie that I had seen a dozen times before, I recognized her. That's who she looks like and that's who she reminds me of, Maureen fucking O'Hara. Oh, my God. I'm watching Maureen O'Hara unbutton her blouse. I couldn't believe I was watching a younger and prettier look-a-like version of Maureen O'Hara undressing.

I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. Consumed by sexual excitement, I froze. Here's a woman, an older woman, an attractive woman that I've seen around the neighborhood, but have never seen up close, haven't formally met, and/or spoken with, that is, until today, and she's undressing in front of me, actually behind me. With my head cocked to one side and my eyes bulging out of my head, I couldn't believe my eyes, when she removed her blouse and stood there with her back to me. I couldn't help myself from staring at the back of her bra. Other than on my mother and sister, I had never seen a bra that was on a woman before.

I stared at her curly auburn hair flowing over her shoulders and at her shapely and defined muscled back. Guzzling and memorizing the image of her to save for my masturbation session later, I took her bra straps and the back of her bra all in, as if she was a cold beer on a hot day. I couldn't wait to tell my friends that she removed her blouse in front of me, albeit with her back turned to me. Hers was the first bra that I had seen that wasn't in a dirty magazine, on a display mannequin in a department store, on a counter in a lingerie department, or that belonged to my mother and sister in the dirty laundry basket. Then, when she turned slightly to the side to hang her blouse over the kitchen chair, I saw the side of her bra cup.

Oh, my God, she has big tits, bigger tits than my mother's and sister's tits. When her blouse slid from the chair and onto the floor, she gave me a good look of most of her bra when she leaned down to retrieve her blouse and to hang back on the chair. My heart was pounding, my pulse was racing, and my blood was pumping everywhere, especially below my belt.

Frozen in place holding the overalls she gave me in my horny hands, I watched her, as she unzipped her short skirt and allowed it to slowly fall to the floor and collect around her ankles. As if imagining this, unbelievably, it was as if I was having a sexual fantasy, while jerking off about her. I couldn't have picked a better sexual fantasy to have, only this was no fantasy. This was real. This was really happening now. She was stripping off her clothes right there in front of me, actually, right behind me. Having never seen a woman undress before, it took all the self-control that I possessed not to turn around and stare, while watching her undress.

There she was in her white bra and white panties, the same white panties that all of us had snuck a peek at so many times before, whenever she climbed over the fence with her little dog tucked under her arm. I remember thinking that she had a nice round ass. I remember wanting to reach out my hand and feel her ass through her panty, but I didn't dare touch her or even have her catch me looking. Filled with guilt that she'd catch me looking, filled with sexual excitement of all that I wanted to see, I didn't know what to do.

Except for a few flashing incident with my mother and my sister, never have I seen a woman in her panties before. I looked down at her legs and they were shapely, too. She didn't have any of that cottage cheese stuff on the back of her thighs nor did she have those saddlebags that so many women have on the sides of their thighs. The sight of her legs made me wish that I could run my hands along the length of them, while pausing to pay homage to what was between them.

Eager to tell my horny friends every raunchy detail of all what happened. I couldn't wait to tell my friends all that I saw. They'd never believe me that she removed her blouse and her short skirt, while she stood behind me. The guys will never believe me, I thought. I could just hear Stephen's voice.

"Fuck you! No way! She changed out of her clothes in front of you? Get outta here. You're lying. She wouldn't do that. She looks like a nice woman and not a whore. Only a whore would change out of her clothes in front of you, a horny teenager."

I heard of older women picking up younger guys and doing them, if that was what she was doing and was about to happen, or were we just getting ready to paint? Then, I remembered that rumor about her being kicked out of Charlestown because she was caught having sex with a bunch of younger men. Yet, after meeting her and seeing how nice she was, I'd never believe she was that type of woman. For sure, she was no whore.

I was so naïve and a woman would have to hit me over the head with a baseball bat to get my attention. Yet, her baseball bat was her sexy body and her grand slam homerun was when she started to remove her clothes. If only I knew then, that I was about to round all the bases and score, I would have been more prepared for what was to happen. Knowing what I know now, albeit glad to play the game, I was just a spectator in her little ballgame.

"Batter up! Play ball!"

Every day, my horny friends and I lined up behind the wall to watch her scale the fence in hopes of seeing a bit of her panty and, now, here she is standing behind me so exposed in her bra and panty. When she climbed over the fence was one thing, lifting her leg and raising her skirt high enough to clear the rod iron fence in her miniskirt, but now here she is showing me the entire back side of her panty clad, round ass and her bra adorned back. Stunned into inaction, I couldn't believe my eyes. Too sexually inexperienced to wrap my arm around her and kiss her, while touching her, all I could do was stare.

Bending at the waist and staying in that position longer than necessary, she picked up her skirt, folded it, and placed it on the kitchen chair. With her standing there in her sexy lingerie, I couldn't believe that I was witness to a striptease show and that I was seeing Kathleen in her panties and bra. Shapely in the way of Ann Margret, she had a nice body, an understatement. I so wanted to wrap my arms around her waist, pull her closer, and hump her from behind, as my hand reached up and felt her tits through her bra. Only, it was one thing to think that and another thing to do that. Being more of a gentleman than that, I'd never do that.

When she turned to place her skirt on the chair, my eyes were transfixed on her crotch and I could see her dark patch of reddish brown pubic hair with some red pussy hairs sticking out the sides of her panties. Women back then didn't shave or trim their pussies in the way they do today. Then, when she reached around herself and unhooked her bra, slowly removed the straps from her shoulders, and tossed her bra on the kitchen chair, holding my breath, while watching her remove her bra out of the corner of my eye, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Afraid to turn to look but needing to take a peek, so that I didn't regret for the rest of my life not looking, she was topless. Knowing all I had to do was to turn my head to see, her tits were on display for my horny eyes to see.

My mouth fell open, when she removed her bra. I couldn't believe she removed her bra. She was topless, but with her back turned to me. I thought I was going to faint, if I saw any part of her naked breast. Then, with her back turned away from me but now turning slightly my way to dress, I turned my head slightly to watch her, as she bent forward and stepped in her overalls. Now, I could clearly see her ass crack through her sheer panty and the entire side of her left breast, when her breast fell forward, as she bent forward to pull the overalls up past her knees. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I was so sexually excited.

I would've given my right nut to see her nipples. From what I saw of the side of her tit, as big breasted as Anna from the neighborhood, she was definitely a full C cup, maybe even a small D cup. She had a nice, full set of round, shapely tits, not that I was a breast expert, but I've seen enough Playboy pictorials to know what a tit should look like and, from what I briefly saw of her naked breast, her tit looked just like the picture in the centerfold.

Actually, her tit was the first naked tit that I had ever seen, albeit only one side of one breast, it took all the control that I had not to step around her and take a good look of her tits. I wanted to twirl her around, take her in my big arms, and kiss her, while feeling her big, Maureen O'Hara like tits. I so wanted to see her areolas and her nipples. Except for all those women in Playboy, I had never seen a woman's nipples in person.

With my head slightly turned her way, while watching her out of the corner of my eye, I'd be so embarrassed if she caught me peeping. Little did I know, back then, that she was hoping I'd look. Little did I know, back then, that she was teasing me and seducing me. She turned to face me as she slipped the overall straps over her shoulders giving me a nice shot of her abundant cleavage and the side of her right breast.

"Well," she said.

"Oh, sorry," I said turning my back to her, kicking off my other shoe, unzipping, pulling down, and stepping out of my jeans, and unbuttoning my shirt.

There I was standing in my briefs and t-shirt with my back to her, while fumbling with the overalls, when, suddenly, she walked around me to grab some empty coffee cans from under the kitchen sink. After she walked around me like that, I wished I had done the same to her and walked around her, when she was standing their topless with her back to me.

Embarrassed by my erection, quickly covering it with my hand, and excited at the same time by all that I saw of her and, now, all that she was seeing of me, I couldn't stop staring at her. When she squatted down her overall top fell forward and I could clearly see most of her tits down her overall top. Oh, my God. I could have sworn I saw part of her nipples. Definitely, I saw part of her areola, I think or did I imagine that I saw?  No matter, she was showing me more of her tits than I've ever seen on a woman not in a magazine.

Then, when she turned and caught me staring. I was mortified. I was humiliated. I was so embarrassed. I could feel myself turning a bright red. I didn't know what to say. 

"You're going to have to do something about that?"

"What?" I was so embarrassed that she caught me staring down her overall top at her tits. I was so embarrassed that she was admonishing me for looking and for the pervert that I am. I wanted to flee from there and run home to masturbate over all that I saw of her. "I'm so sorry," I said with a stutter. "I didn't mean to stare."

I figured she was scolding me for looking down her overall top and staring at her tits. What the Hell did she expect? I'm human. I'm a horny teenager and she was standing there topless albeit with her back to me and now she was squatting down in front of me braless and with her top falling forward and opened enough for me to see most of her breasts. Being able to look down her overall top in this way was better than what Joey imagined he saw at the supermarket, when he imagined seeing a braless woman with an unbuttoned blouse reaching for the cheese in the dairy case. Definitely, I was seeing the real thing, instead of what Anthony imagined he saw, when he sat on the ledge and he assured us that she was parading in front of her window naked.

She looked down and straight ahead and I looked down to see what she was staring at. When I moved my hand away, my cock was at a 45 degree angle and pitching a huge tent in my cotton briefs. My cock was so erect that the section where I reach in my briefs to pull out my cock to pee was pulled forward and the entire side of my cock was exposed to her. Moreover, my entire underwear was pulled forward due to my massive erection exposing part of my balls and pubic hair to her.

"That won't fit in your overalls like that. Seriously," she said again, while still staring at my erection, "you're going to have to do something about that." 

"Sorry," I said turning the other way and quickly wiggling in the overalls. Still, even to this day, having heard her say it twice, while staring straight at my erect cock, I wondered what she meant by saying that, 'you're going to have to do something about that'. What did she expect me to do? Did she want me or expect me to pull out my cock and jerk off in front of her? Now wondering if I should have, I always regretted that I hadn't.

"Stupid ass, you should have pulled your cock out and masturbated in front of her," I imagined hearing Stephen's voice in my head berating me for not giving her a masturbation show. "She practically invited you to do just that, you stupid ass. You're such a stupid ass, you stupid ass," I imagined him continuing to berate me.

I did have the urge to reach inside, pull out my cock, and jerk off in front of her, but I wasn't that perverted. I wasn't that depraved. I was so young and she was such a nice, pretty lady. Things, especially regarding sex, were different back then, not to mention that I was an innocent, virginal eighteen-year-old in the apartment of a woman old enough to be my aunt.

I wonder what she would have done had I pulled out my cock in front of her and started stroking myself. Would she have screamed? Would she have called my parents? Would she have reported me to the police? Or would she have watched me masturbate and cum for her? I read about women in Playboy who got off watching a man jerk off. Only, I couldn't do it. With no one knowing I masturbated, that is, except for my mother and sister, not even my friends, I always denied masturbating, even though we all masturbated. Nonetheless, I didn't want to be deemed a pervert, especially if that's not what she meant by me doing something about my erection and masturbating in front of her.

Even for me to see the back of her panty and bra, along with the side of her breast, enough for her to see my bulge tenting my underwear, I was so horny that I thought I would cum right there. Back then, I jerked off a lot, always twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. On those days that I was really horny, such as that day, I'd masturbate three and sometimes four times a day. For some reason, I hadn't jerked off yet that day, which made me even hornier. I so wanted to jerk off now, especially after all that I saw of her bra, her panties, and a good portion of her tits and all that she saw of me.




Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 05



To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 06



Chapter Six - Painting a Memory

Finally, we got to work and started painting her walls. Sexually exciting standing so close to her, even when painting, we worked side by side. I painted the walls, while she painted the trim. With her place being so small and with not much to paint, the painting went really fas. Besides, with her bending over, I spent as much time as I could on the ladder because that gave me a clear down overall view of her tits, especially when she leaned forward and reached for the paint can. On flashing overload, every time she moved, I saw some part of her naked breast or her panties, as her oversized overalls were open down the side and were loose on her in the back, too. Even when she was standing, especially, when I was poised on the ladder looking down, I could see the side of her panty clad ass. She made me so horny while watching her. As if I was watching a personal peep show, seeing bits and pieces of her panties and breasts was so erotic. 

I imagined reaching my hand down her overall top and cupping her big tit, while fingering her nipples. I imagined my hand reaching down the back of her overalls and feeling her round, firm ass through her panty. I imagined my hand reaching down the front of her loose overall and feeling her between her legs, before pushing her panty aside and feeling and fingering her furry pussy. I imagined taking her in my arms and kissing her, French kissing her, while I felt her everywhere. I imagined her kissing me back, the feeling her warm, wet tongue in my mouth, as she reached her hand down my underwear and...

"Freddie!"

"What?" She startled me and I nearly fell from the ladder.

"You're dripping paint everywhere."

"Oh, sorry."

Embarrassed that I was so careless, after my friend, Stephen, vouched that I was such a good painter, I quickly climbed down the ladder to clean up the mess. I had been so preoccupied and so horny, while imagining touching her and kissing her that I wasn't paying attention to my roller. Good thing she had put down a drop cloth under the ladder where I was painting, otherwise, we'd be painting the floor the same color as the walls. I needed to focus on her walls, instead of on her ass, pussy, and tits.

She had taken down all her shades to paint. As if she had just moved in or was moving out, her apartment was wide open and everything we did echoed the emptiness through her small apartment. With anyone able to look in to see, it was a good thing we were on the second floor. Only with her apartment on the bottom of a hill, the park and the cemetery were situated higher and even though she was on the second floor, her windows were still at eye level to the park. It was late afternoon and we needed to put on some lights to see what we were painting.

When I reached for the overhead light switch is when I saw my four friends, Stephen, Anthony, Joey, and Ralph duck down behind the fence in the park. Holding onto one another, they were squeezed together on the ledge. How they all fit on that little ledge without falling off, I'll never know? They must have been watching the whole time, no doubt. From where they were positioned and with her facing their way, when she was slowly unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt, seductively removing her bra, and changing in her overalls, they must have seen her tits and had a full view of her panty. 

After what Anthony said about her stripping in front of her window with the light on at night and in front of him, it was then that I wondered if she knew she was being watched. After she flashed her panties that first time, she was on our radar and we were always watching her. Nah, how could she know we were watching her? We were always so discreet. Besides, now that my friends are making perverted asses of themselves, my horny friends had to stand precariously on the ledge behind the fence to see her and had to hold onto one another not to fall. The only reason I saw them was because I knew where to look. Surely, unless she was peering out her window in the dark, not knowing where to look, she'd never see them. Guys will do just about anything to see a naked or even a semi-naked woman. She'd never figured they'd do that, stand on that little ledge, just to see her tits.

Still, when I thought about her undressing, while standing with her back to me, and facing the window, as if purposely giving my friends a free striptease show, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and seductively removed her bra, much like Mandy Pepperidge, played by Mary Louise Weller, did in Animal House. Mindlessly thinking of the events of her day, she removed her bra, as John Bluto Blutarsk, played by John Belushi, climbed the ladder and stood in front of her bedroom window to watch her undress and to see her tits. Guys will go to extreme measures to see whatever they can see.

Now, I wondered if she knew they were there and if she was stripping, as much for them, as she was for me. Suddenly, I had a huge erection again, while thinking of her exposing her tits to my four friends. Lucky bastards, I wished I was them suddenly, that is, until I realized that I was getting a better view of her boobs up close and personal. No doubt, they were all wishing they were me.

I was so naive. It wasn't until years later that I figured this woman was driving us all crazy on purpose by flashing us. No doubt, her way of grooming us to make us all do what she so wanted and needed us to do. Just as we hoped she didn't know we were watching her, obviously, she knew we were always watching her. Just as she flashed us her panties on purpose every day, now she was giving me and my boys a great show of the rest of her body.

"I have to pee," she said suddenly.

Okay, I thought. Thanks for sharing, but that's really more information than I need to know. Am I supposed to announce to her, whenever I need to pee. too? Then, I remembered that there was no bathroom door. The realization of her lowering her overalls and sitting on the toilet topless, while peeing with her tits fully exposed was all consuming. This ought to be good, I thought.

Then, with the thought of her sitting so exposed on the toilet, the sexual excitement took over me in the way of a fever. Maybe, she'd grab a towel to cover herself. Maybe, she'd cover her tits with her hands and her forearm. Consumed by sexual excitement, afraid to turn my head to look and watch her undress, I felt, as if I'd be the one violating her, if I looked. Only, truth be told, obviously, she was the one hoping to violate me by flashing me her big tits.

Unable to convince myself otherwise, unable to stop myself from looking, with that, I turned my head slightly to watch her, as she slid out of her overall straps and headed for the bathroom. As soon as her overall straps fell from her shoulders, the side of her bouncing breast was exposed to me, as she walked past me. Full, firm, and shapely, oh, my God, she had such a beautiful breast.

Hoping she didn't grab a towel to cover herself, hoping she didn't preserve her modesty by covering her tits with her hands, when I thought of the lack of the bathroom door, when I saw the flash of the bathroom light, I couldn't help myself from turning my head to look, especially when I heard tinkling. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn't wait to tell my friends, all that I saw. There she was mindlessly looking down, while sitting on the toilet topless and with the overalls around her ankles. A sexual fantasy come true, I couldn't believe my eyes. Seeing my first woman sitting on a toilet peeing, other than those topless women that I saw in Playboy, I was seeing my first topless woman, too.

Oh, my God. Get the fuck out of here. I couldn't believe my eyes. I just couldn't believe it. I was embarrassed for her but excited for me. My mouth was dry and my cock was getting hard again. Her tits were right there. Her tits were amazing. Forget about seeing a flash of Kathleen's panties, every time she climbed the fence to walk her dog in the cemetery, I just saw Kathleen's tits. If I died right now, so long as I went to Heaven, I'd be happy. No wait! Don't take me just, yet, dear God. I have a feeling that I'll be seeing more of her naked body, when she stands to pull up her panties to cover her pussy and pulls up her overalls to cover her tits.

Quickly, I looked away, before she caught me looking and refocused my attention on painting her wall. Only, when I looked down and to the left, I saw her reflection in the dresser mirror that rested against the dresser that she had moved a couple feet from the wall and had angled towards the bathroom. Now becoming a little suspicious of her intentions, had she repositioned the mirror purposely, so that I'd see her and should I need to use the bathroom, so that she'd see me?

I caught movement in the mirror out of the corner of my eye and when I looked down at the mirror, again, I watched her wiping herself, stand, flush the toilet, and bend forward to pull up her panties. Oh, my God. When she leaned forward to pull up her panties, her breasts hung forward and down in the way that I imagined her breasts doing, when leaning over me to suck my cock. Then, when she leaned forward again to pull up her overalls, the vision of her leaning over me with her big breasts hanging over my face for me to suck them, filled my horny mind with lust for her. Even though the show was over, what a show it was.

From her big tits to her red pussy, I saw everything. I saw her tits, her bushy, red pussy, and most of her round naked ass, as she turned to flush the toilet, before pulling up her panties. Except for quick, furtive glimpses of my mother's and sister's pussies, her pussy was the first pussy I had ever seen. Now that I think of it so many years later, she must have placed that mirror there on purpose knowing that she'd flash me. She must have orchestrated this whole thing, even with the placement of the ladder and the removal of all the doors. This whole scenario was a setup, her asking me to help her paint, the too small overalls, and now with the mirror angled to view the bathroom. No doubt, in my horny mind, the mirror was strategically placed to give me an accidental, yet, no doubt, an on purpose view of her naked body.

Suspicious now of her intentions, yet not truly believing that she'd purposely flash me, instead thinking myself perverted for looking, I discounted my own suspicions back then. Now, that I'm older, no doubt, hoping to seduce me, I know she was purposely exposing herself to me. Only why would she do that? Women aren't like that, are they? Just as Stephen had said to Anthony when Anthony suspected that she was flashing him on purpose, women aren't sex fiends, only guys are. Or are women just as horny as men are, too?

Then, when I turned my head in the other direction, there through the living room window, I could make out the silhouettes of my friends' heads. They were precariously standing on the ledge and peeking up from behind the fence watching, laughing, and giving me the thumbs up sign. From where they were standing they were in the direct line of sight with the bathroom. They must have seen everything, too, her tits, her pussy, and her ass, when she turned to flush the toilet. Oh, my God, just in the way she had given us all daily flashes of her panties for so many weeks, she just gave us all a show of her naked body.

I wondered if she knew that I had seen her naked. I wondered if she knew that my friends had seen her naked. With the bathroom light on and the shades off the windows, she must have known that they could see her standing there with her panties and overalls bunched around her ankles. Just as how could she not know that I was watching her, how could she not know my four horny friends were watching her, too? Just as I saw her tits, her pussy, and her ass, how could she not know they saw her tits, her pussy, and her ass, too?

Yet, in her innocent defense, why would a woman, a beautiful, albeit older woman, flash me and my four horny friends her naked body. Further, in her innocent defense, why she'd think that someone was standing precariously on the ledge and squatting down behind the fence, just to see her naked is ridiculous. Especially after having seen Kathleen naked, my horniness is making my imagination run wild. 

My mind was racing. My pulse was beating. My heart was pumping more blood than I needed, especially to my cock. I was so excited. I was so horny. I saw Kathleen's tits, her pussy, and her ass. This was too much. We worked for the next few hours without interruption and accomplished all of the painting. Only, I couldn't wait to go home to masturbate over all that I saw of her. She stood by the bathroom sink to clean the paint brushes and to wash her hands.

"Do you want something to eat?"

"Sure," I said wondering if she was going to ask me to eat her pussy, now that I saw her naked.

She opened the fridge and I stepped down from the ladder to peer inside, only, with her leaning to look in the fridge with me, even though I just saw her naked breasts, I was more interested in looking down her overall top at her tits. Oblivious to my stare, I stared down her overall top lusting over her tits, while she bent at the waist and leaned in to peer in the refrigerator. I couldn't get enough of looking at her tits. She really had a nice rack. I'd give anything to reach my hand down her overall top to feel her big tits. I wish I could caress her breasts and fingered and suck her nipples. Only, something like that only happens in a porn film. Something like that would never happen to me, especially with someone who looks like her.

"I can make you a cold cut sandwich," she said looking up at me and catching me looking down her overall. Only, she did a peculiar thing. As if she was looking to see what I could see of her, she looked down her overall top, too, before removing the cold cuts from the fridge. Damn. She caught me looking. Only, if I wasn't embarrassed before seeing her standing naked in the bathroom, surely I wasn't embarrassed now.

"Okay," I said. "What do you have to drink?"

"Coke or orange soda."

"Orange, please," I said using the bathroom sink to wash my hands.

We sat on the floor in the corner of living room, away from the freshly painted wall, the only place my friends couldn't see us.

"How old are you, anyway?" She looked at me with a curious stare.

"How old do you think I am?"

"By the way that you act or by the way that you look?"

"What do you mean?

"By the way that you look, I'd say you were twenty-two-years-old, but by the immature way you and your friends act, I'd say you were 15-years-old," she said with seriousness.

"Eighteen," I said taking a sip of my soda to wash down the gooey white Wonder bread. "We're all 18-years-old, but I'll be nineteen next week, July 26th." "You look older," she said. "Are you a virgin?"

"No, I'm a Leo."

"I didn't say Virgo," she said laughing. "I asked if you're a virgin."

I nearly choked on my orange soda.

"Yeah," I said wanting to say no and turning bright red with my reluctant answer.

"I figured as much, by the way you've been staring at my breasts and by the huge boner you can't seem to hide."

"I'm sorry," I said looking down at the bulge in my tight overalls and covering it with my hand. "I've never seen a woman before."

"You've never seen a woman before?" She laughed. "Don't you mean you've never seen a naked woman before? I'm sure you've seen lots of women before. Your mother is a woman," she said laughing. No doubt, because of the writer and editor in her, she was always correcting me. 

"I'm sorry for staring at you, Kathleen, but I was shocked when you were undressing in front of me. I nearly died when you took off your bra. Then, when I saw you sitting on the toilet topless, I was so horny. I couldn't believe it, when you stood to pull up your panties. You're the first naked woman I've ever seen. Then, when you leaned down to pull up your overalls and your breasts hung down like that, well I don't dare even tell you what I imagined," I said debating if I should tell her or not. "I couldn't help but think of you blowing me, while I played with your big tits and fingered your nipples."

I couldn't believe I said what I did. Never have I talked like that to a woman before and here I was talking so disrespectfully dirty to Kathleen. Only, I knew that if I didn't say what I did, I'd regret not saying it.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 07



Chapter Seven - Virgin No More

"I thought you were a gentleman. You weren't supposed to peek, Freddie," she said giving me a serious look that wanted to make me get up and leave. "You weren't supposed to look. How dare you ogle my naked body? You knew there was no door to the bathroom, yet, you disrespected me by taking advantage of me by looking. How could you violate me like that? I'm so very embarrassed that you saw me naked."

"Sorry," I said hanging my head, while feeling like such a pervert, after she had been so kind to me. "I couldn't help myself from peeking, staring, actually. It's just I had never seen a naked woman before and, well, I'm sorry. I really am," I said feeling more excited than sorry.

"Don't be sorry. I was just kidding. Besides, it's normal that you looked. I would have been disappointed, if you weren't curious enough to want to see me naked." She looked at her breasts down her open top, before looking up at me. "So, you saw my breast?"

"Not all of them, just part of them in a quick glance," I said hoping she'd believe me. "I'm sorry, Kathleen, really I am. Please forgive me. Please don't tell my Mom. She'll think me a pervert. If you ever told my Dad, he's beat me red with his strap. I just don't know what got over me to--"

"Do you want to see them?"

"What? See what?"

Now that I remember back, I was much like that the guy, Brett, who played the kid in Pulp Fiction, when Samuel L. Jackson, as Jules Winnfield, and John Travolta, as Vincent Vega, are holding their guns on him, after he stole Masellus Wallace's briefcase. Jules asked the kid a simple question but because the kid was so nervous, knowing he was going to die in the way that I somehow knew I was going to get laid, all he can say is "What?"

I knew what she meant but the "What" just involuntarily blurted out of my mouth, as a nervous reaction to the enormity of her question and the enormity of her big, naked breasts.

"My tits," she said cupping her breasts through her overalls and holding them up, as if offering them to me. "Would you like to see my breasts?"

"Seriously?" I looked at her not knowing if she was joking and teasing me or not Then, I looked down at where her breasts were partially hidden beneath her overall top. I could already see part of the roundness of them sticking out the sides and the top of her overalls. "Yeah, sure, I'd love to see your breasts," I said in a fog and putting down my soda and half eaten sandwich to more focus on her breasts than on my food. 

Still not believing she was asking me if I wanted to see her tits, while wondering if she was really going to show me her tits, I stared at her overall bib, as if her naked tits were already out on display. As if watching her in slow motion, something that I masturbated over for years later, slowly she reached her hand up and slid the overall straps from her shoulders and let the bib part of her overall fall forward. In an instant, there they were. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I wondered no more, if she was really going to show me her breasts because there they were less than two feet from my horny hands. She showed me her tits and yes, she was a definite C cup alright and her nipples were sticking straight out, as if I had already fingered them and sucked them. By her nipples already being erect, figuring that she was just cold, with my lack of experience, I had no idea that she was just as aroused as I was. I had no idea that she wanted to show me her tits just, as much as I wanted to see her tits.

"Go ahead. Don't be shy," she said looking down at her tits and puffing out her chest, before looking up at me. "Touch them. You can feel them if you want, I don't mind. Really, I don't she said with a smile, as if she was offering me another orange soda."

Never have I had a woman so brazenly bold and immorally immodest to ask me if I not only wanted to see her breasts but also if I wanted to touch and feel her breasts. Never have I been as sexually excited as that moment before reaching out my horny hands to feel Kathleen's naked breasts. I couldn't help but wonder, if I was dreaming. I couldn't help but wonder, if I was home in my room with my hand around my erect cock and masturbating over the thoughts of what was really happening now.

"Really? I can touch them?"

"Yes," she said staring at my face, in the way that I was staring at her tits.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to feel your tits?"

Again, I just blurted out the question like a dope, while she gave me the green light with a smile and a nod of her head. I reached out my horny hand and felt one breast, before reaching out my other hand to feel her other breast, while expecting her to scold me, before pulling my hand away. When she didn't berate me, reaching out both my hands again, while laughing with glee with the very touch and feel of her firm breasts, I cupped her left breast with my right hand and cupped her right breast with my other hand.

"Touch my nipples. It's okay. I want you to touch them."

"Your tits are amazing," I said while touching, fondling, caressing her breasts, and fingering her nipples.

"Pull my nipples a little, while squeezing my tits. You can turn and twist them a little, too. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I like the feeling, when you pull and twist my nipples like that. It feels good. Women like that."

Feeling as if I was being tutored by a live, reality Sexual Education teacher, I squeezed her tits, while pulling her nipples and giving them a gentle twist and a tug. My first time seeing naked tits and touching nipples, never mind squeezing, pulling, and twisting them, certainly, I didn't want to pull them off or damage her beautiful tits in any way.

"Yeah, that feels good," she said closing her eyes. "Hmm, I like it when you slowly slide your palm across my nipples. Yeah, just like that," she said taking my hand in her hand and gliding my palm across her nipples. "That really feels good. Gently though, not too rough or too fast," she said opening her eyes to look at me with her big, blue eyes. "Now that they're so hard and erect, you can suck them if you want. Go ahead. Take my nipples in your mouth and suck them."

"Really? Seriously?"

If I want? Are you kidding me? No, if you don't mind, I'll just finger, pull, and twist your nipples, instead of sucking your nipples. What kind of guy do you think I am? Do you think me easy that I'd just suck any woman's tits? Of course, I'm that type of guy and, of course, I'd love to suck your nipples.

Pretending I was about to suck Maureen O'Hara's big tits, I leaned down and took one of her big tits in my mouth, while fingering her nipple on her other tit. Then, I switched off to suck her other nipple. Oh, my God, sucking her tits was way better than taking Drivers' Education and learning how to drive.

"Do you like my tits?"

Do I like your tits? Is she serious? Are you kidding me? If there was a tit contest, she'd win.

"Yeah. You have great tits. I love your tits. You have better tits than the tits I've seen in Playboy. You have better tits than Ursula Andress's tits and Bridget Bardot's tits," I said wanting to say that she had better tits than my dream woman, Maureen O'Hara, but I couldn't. After masturbating over her so very many times, I didn't dare spoil the sexual memory of my best actress.

"Really," she said looking down at her tits and then looking back up at me with those magical blue eyes. "You think I have better tits than Ursula Andress and Bridget Bardot?" She looked down at her tits again, before looking back up to me.

"Oh, God, yes. I do. They are so symmetrically perfect. A work of art, they're sensational." A time just before breast augmentation surgery had become popular, if a plastic surgeon needed a breast model to fashion artificial breasts, she could have gotten that job.

"You read Playboy?"

"I do, but it's my Dad's magazine. He doesn't know that I know where he hides it."

Willing to tell her that I read my Dad's Playboy magazine regularly, I'd never tell her that I masturbate to all the naked pictures of the women, especially to the recent photos of Stella Steven's and Jane Fonda's appearance in Playboy, as Barbarella. Oh, my God, that layout was so hot. Then, she asked me the question anyway.

"Do you jerk off over the all naked pictures of topless women?"

"No," I said immediately being embarrassedly defensive and pulling my horny hands away from her tits, as if her breasts were a hot stove and I just burned my fingertips.

Suddenly I felt like a pervert not only because I read Playboy but also masturbated because I masturbated over the pictures in Playboy. The sort of perverse behavior that the good Catholic girls my age in the neighborhood would take offense to, Kathleen was obviously aroused and finding erotic pleasure in my appreciation and fascination of the naked, female breast, so much so that I'd ejaculate over the mere photos. Now, I was really embarrassed because I sensed that she knew that I masturbated over the Playboy Playmate photos.

A time, when no one asked sexual questions, I couldn't believe she was asking me all these so very personal and so very sexual questions. If I wasn't so excited at the sight of her tits, I'd be embarrassed. If I wasn't so aroused that she was standing there topless, after allowing me to touch, feel, and suck her tits, I never would have confessed my penchant for my multiple times a day masturbation routine. Yet, now feeling a bit liberated from my sexual inhibitions and my Catholic imbedded guilt, I was happy to take a romp on the dark side to play a while in the Devil's playground.

"C'mon, Freddie. Don't be shy. You can tell me. Do you play with yourself, while looking at the naked photos of women's breasts?" She was staring down at the big bulge my erection made in my overalls, while fondling her own breasts.

"Yeah," I said remembering what she said before about my erection, 'you're going to have to do something about that.'

Now, that I think of it, maybe she wanted me to jerk off in front of her or maybe she wants me to masturbate in front of her now. Now that I think about it, after touching, feeling, and sucking her big tits, I'd love to masturbate right now.

"Tell me and be honest. Are you going to play with yourself, when you go home, while thinking of seeing, touching, and sucking my tits?"

"Good God, yes," I said not only believing the way that I just blurted it out but also that I just confessed to her that I was going to masturbate over all that happened today.

Her undressing in front of me, her seeing my erection tenting my underwear, her stripping naked to pee, and her allowing me to have my way with her big tits, something that meant so much to me at the time, something that was monumental important to me, was all just a game to her. I was putty in her womanly hands. Yet, even though she exerted such control over me, I didn't care, so long as she gave me what I wanted and what I wanted was her beautiful body.

"You could play with yourself now. You could play with yourself right here, while I watch you stroke your cock," she said looking down at my big bulge before looking up at me.

"No, I'd rather wait until I get home," I said suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"Do you want to see my pussy?"

"Are you kidding?" Having never seen one before, I couldn't wait to see her pussy. I couldn't wait to tell the guys all that's happened. "I'd love to see your pussy," I said.

She stood, pulled her overalls down the rest of the way, and kicked them off. Then, she did it. She removed her panty. Even though she asked me if I wanted to see her pussy, I really didn't think she'd show me her pussy.

She shocked me. As if she was alone and getting ready to take a shower, she removed her panties and sat back down on the chair. I couldn't believe my eyes. Other than very quick glimpses of my mother's and sister's pussy, her pussy was the first pussy I had ever seen up close. She was so furry, bushy actually. While staring at her red, bushy pussy, I couldn't help but wonder if this was how Maureen O'Hara's pussy looked like.

"You're staring at my pussy, as if it the first one you've seen," she said with a laugh.

Well, yeah...duh.

"It is the first pussy I've ever seen," I said too aroused to be embarrassed.

"Do you want a better look," she said slouching down in her chair and spreading her legs wider. She stared up at me. "So, tell me, what do you think? Do you like my hairy cunt?" She moved her hands down and touched herself. I watched as she reached her fingers inside and played with herself, while staring up at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes. Then, she stuck her pussy juice covered fingers in her mouth and sucked them.

"I love your cunt," I said excited by just uttering the dirty word.

"Do you want to touch me? Do you want to touch my pussy, Freddie?" She sat there staring at me, while fingering herself.

"Yes," was all that I could breathlessly utter.

I reached my hand forward and she took me by the wrist and showed me where and how to touch her. She was so slippery wet. She placed her hand on my hand and moved my fingers to where they should be. Then, she put her head back and closed her eyes, as I fingered her pussy and fucked her with my long, stiff fingers. I played with her tits with my other hand and pulled and twisted her nipples with my fingers. Then, with her eyes wide open and her blue eyes bulging, she looked at me, as if I had just hit the switch to turn her on.

"Do you want to taste me?"

There was something sexy in the way she looked at me and in the way that she said things. Never suspecting that sex could be like this, so pleasurably mutual, I never met a woman like her before. I'd do anything to satisfy her and for her to continue for her to look at me like that. I couldn't believe that I was about to lick my first pussy. Wait until I tell the guys that I licked a pussy. They'll die. We'll be talking about this forever, that is, until they lick their first pussies.

I got on my knees and moved my face nearer to her red bush. As soon as I took a quick, short lick, she grabbed me and pulled my face to her pussy. She held my face there and I was drowning in her pussy juice, she was so wet.

"Lick me, Freddie. Lick my pussy. Lap up my pussy juice. Stick your tongue in my hole before you lick the length of my pussy and move your tongue to my clit, while touching me and fucking me with your fingers."

I didn't even know what a clit was. Afraid to touch her, as I was even more afraid to lick her, as soon as it started, it was over. She let go of my head and I moved away and stood, while pulling my handkerchief from my back pocket to wipe her from my face and blow my nose. As if she had cummed all over my face, I was so sticky wet.

"Do you want me to jerk you off," she said touching her tits, cupping them and fondling them, "while you play with my tits? Would you like me to stroke your cock, while you suck my nipples."

Oh, my God, she was so erotically hot with all the pillow talk she was giving me. I felt that I had just died and gone to Heaven. She asked me if she could jerk me off, instead of the other way around with me asking if I could masturbate her. How many times have I asked women to put their hand on my prick and stroke me? How many times have they all declined. How many times have I put a woman's hand on my cock, only to have them immediately pull their hand away? Now, here was a woman willing to strip naked, who was volunteering to masturbate me.

"Yes," I said in a high pitched voice that didn't sound as if it belonged to me.

"I want to see your cock. I've been dying to see your big prick. Take off your overalls," she said. "Let me see your cock. Show me your cock, Freddie."

I couldn't believe she was so hot to see my cock. Something that I only saw in one of my Dad's porn movies, she undid the strap of the overalls and as soon as she did, she pulled them down to my ankles, along with my underwear. I was naked. Never have I stood before a woman naked.

"You have a big cock," she said reaching out her hand, as soon as she pulled down my underwear.

"Thank you," I said, not knowing what else to say, when a woman tells me that I have a big cock.

Then, she pulled me forward closer to her, as she stroked me. 

"Play with my nipples," she said, while staring at my cock and stroking me faster.

"You have a beautiful prick," she said. "Do you mind?"

"What? Sorry."

I took a step back. I thought I was stepping on her foot, but instead she pulled me closer by my erect prick, while moving her head closer, before taking my prick in her mouth. She was blowing me. I couldn't believe she was blowing me. She was giving me my first blowjob. I couldn't believe she had my cock in her mouth. The sight of my big, hard, hairy cock stretching her beautiful mouth, while she stared up at me with her big, blue eyes was so unbelievable. I exploded in her mouth, as soon as she sucked me for only a few seconds. She took it all, my entire load, and swallowed.

Being that I was so young and always so ready to cum, I was hard again within only a few minutes. Now, I know why older women want younger men. Now, I know why Kathleen wanted me.

"Fuck me," she said. "Stick that big, hard cock in my wet pussy," she said as she moved pillows from the sofa to the floor. "Make love to me, Freddie. I need to feel you inside of me."

That was the first time I kissed her and it was magical. She was the first woman who blew me, before she even kissed me. I could taste my own cum in her mouth, but I didn't care. I was getting laid.

Her pussy was so wet, warm, and tight and I loved the feeling of her, when she returned my humps. Then, she locked her legs and arms around my back, while we slowly fucked. She rolled me over and sat on top of my cock, while humping me harder and faster, as if she was a drilling machine and my cock was her personal drill bit. I reached up and played with her bouncing tits, until I shot another load of cum in her, this time in her pussy, instead of her mouth. No longer was I a virgin. Having just gotten laid, I was a man. 

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 08



Chapter Eight - Reliving the Memory

It was late, early evening, and I had been at Kathleen's place several hours for an unbelievable day of painting and screwing. Well, certainly, the screwing was the unbelievable part of the day but, then again, the painting wasn't so bad either because of everything that led up to the painting preparation, the actual painting, and the cleanup of the mess that I made. It was because of the painting and the errant doors that I got to see Kathleen's little striptease show, when she changed into her overalls in front of me. Never having experienced a woman removing her clothes in front of me, a gross understatement, bit of exhibitionism was as shocking as it was exciting.

Truth be told and I'm as embarrassed as I am excited to admit this, but except for my mother and older sister, I've never seen a naked woman before, never mind a woman in her panties and bra. Other than mere photographs in Playboy, again, other than my mother and sister, Kathleen was my first woman that I saw naked, up close and personal. Just as I couldn't believe my eyes, when she unbuttoned and removed her blouse in front of me, I couldn't believe my eyes, when she unzipped and removed her skirt and stood in front of me in her panties and bra, albeit with her back to me. With sexy lingerie being my favorite outfit of choice, looking so much better than even a woman standing there naked, Kathleen was sexy and sensual decked out in her panty and bra. Then, when she reached behind her back to unhook her bra, when she flashed me the entire side of her breast, while stooping to pull up her overalls, having never seen such an erotically exciting naked sight, I thought I'd cum in my pants.

She had big tits, C cuppers that looked even bigger because she was tall and slender, albeit shapely. She stood 5'7" and appeared to have weighed no more than 125 pounds, so thin for a man, but oh, so shapely for a woman, she had an incredible body. The narrowness of her waist made her breasts appear so much fuller, rounder, and bigger, and with her hips curving out to her ass, so round and so shapely, her naked body was akin to a long, winding, banked curve on a racetrack. With my pulse racing, my heart pumping, and my engine revving, I couldn't wait to run my hands along the full length of her. I couldn't wait to touch her, while negotiating all of her dangerous curves. I couldn't wait to feel her naked, sexy body and in my arms. Relegated to just watching her, I could only imagine how she'd feel

While she undressed, just as she removed her bra, I wished I had the nerve to walk around her and see her tits, in the way she walked around me and saw me standing there in my underwear with my cock pitching a huge tent. I wish I had the nerve to spin her around and kiss her, while she was topless. I wish I could have touched and felt her C cup breasts, while sucking her nipples and reaching down her panties to finger her pussy but, never having done that with any woman before, not even one my own age and especially one her age, I was afraid. So sexually unsophisticated, so naively virginal, I was so afraid to make the first move on her.

I was afraid she'd take my intentions wrong because I misread her intentions. I was afraid I'd ruin everything, before it even started. If I touched her, if I felt her, if I took her in my arms and kissed her, I was afraid she'd scream rape and demand that I leave or she'd call the police. She wasn't just any Italian woman from the neighborhood. She was an older woman, an Irish woman, and with my lack of experience with any woman, Italian or Irish, holding me back and stopping me in my tracks, I was scared into inaction.

When I removed my jeans with my back to her and she walked around me on the pretense of getting empty coffee cans under that sink to collect the paint, she stared at my erection that tented my underwear. Embarrassing and exciting at the same time, I wanted to show her my cock but, again, I was afraid. Clearly, with my erect cock so stiffly hard, she could see the side of my exposed prick through the pee hole in my underwear. Clearly she could see my balls and my pubic hair that were exposed from the underwear being pulled away from my body by my erection.

Except for those times, when my mother walked in on me naked and except for those times, when my older sister caught me masturbating, no woman has ever seen my cock before. Even then, hoping they did, I couldn't tell if my mother and/or sister liked seeing my cock. Any time they walked in on me with me being so exposed, it all happened so fast that I couldn't tell if they were excited, embarrassed, or disgusted by the sight of my prick. I only knew that they looked. I only knew that they saw my erect prick. Other than that, I only knew how I felt, excited that they saw my cock and wishing they'd stayed, so that I could show them more.

When my mother and sister burst in my room, while I was standing there naked, it happened so unexpectedly fast that I didn't even have the time enough to react to put a hand down to cover myself. Whenever one or the other caught me masturbating, usually my sister, even though I was so embarrassed, once I composed myself, I wished they'd stay to watch me cum. As if they were deer caught in headlights, both my sister and mother looked down at my cock and stood there staring longer than they should have, before turning to leave and closing the door behind them.

Always so horny, I always had an erection, back then, and whenever they entered my room unannounced they saw my cock at my fullest extension. Maybe, that's why they looked longer at me because my cock was erect and so big. I don't know. A time when neither my mother and sister were having sex, maybe they liked what they saw. Maybe they were just horny for a cock, any cock, even my cock. I don't know that either.

So surreal, as if it all happened in slow motion, my mother and my sister both stared at my cock, at least, I think they did and I masturbated over them staring at my cock for months. Actually, while fantasizing about them touching me, I masturbated over my mother and my sister seeing me naked for years. Only, I never told my friends about my mother and sister seeing me naked. I never told them about my mother and sister staring at my cock. In the way they thought about the forbidden, incestuous relationship that Joey had with his mother, they'd really think me perverted, if I told them that I got off having my mother and my sister seeing me naked.

With my horniness escalating with my hormones raging out of control, if it wasn't for Kathleen releasing the sexual tension that I had, I probably would have flashed my mother and sister on purpose. Who knows? Maybe I would have tried something with my sister and/or my mother. Maybe I would have touched them and felt them inappropriately. Maybe, I would have tried to have sex with them. I wonder if my mother or sister would have taken me up on my offer to have sex with me. If I had to pick one, I'd pick my sister but, back then, because my Mom was so young, she was hot, too. Moreover, there was more lust in my eyes, whenever she saw me naked and, especially, when I saw her naked. She was never as shy as my sister was about sex, especially incestuous sex.

Whenever my sister caught me masturbating, she'd stare at my cock, before calling me a pervert and slamming shut my bedroom door. Minding my own business in my own room with the door closed, she's the one who opened my door without knocking. She's the one, who barged in my room, while I was masturbating and stood there staring at my exposed prick, yet, I'm the pervert. Why is that? Why does she get a free look at my manhood, when she denies me so much as a down blouse and/or up skirt, most times. What the Hell did I do, other than to answer my personal need to ejaculate in the privacy of my own room?

After that incident, it was as if she went out of her way to catch me masturbating and she caught me several times more, once just as I exploded cum all over my stomach, chest, and thighs. Right at the very height of my sexual excitement, I didn't care if she was standing there staring at me explode a volume of cum. Matter of fact, I was even more sexually excited knowing that she was there watching me cum. That day, while my cock continued oozing cum, she closed my bedroom door behind her and stood in my room staring at my prick, as I wiped cum from my stomach, chest, and thighs with toilet tissue. Even though, obviously, she enjoyed the free masturbation show, she lambasted me with foul names for having caught me pleasuring myself.

With my cock still in my hand, just as it excited me to have her still standing their staring at me, while calling me names, it excited me for my sister to see my naked cock so big and so hard, just as it exploded cum. It took all the control that I had not to ask her if she wanted to touch me, stroke me, and masturbate me. It took all the control that I had not to ask her, if she wanted to take me in her mouth and lick me clean, while I was still cumming. Always so terribly horny, not that I'd do that to them or ever want them to do that to me, but I always fantasized about my mother, especially my mother, or my sister, jerking me off, blowing me, and/or fucking me.

I used to wonder, back then, if I was perverted or just normal. With so much testosterone flowing through my 18-years-old veins, with the ever present thoughts of incest crossing the line and distorting my sexual excitement, my definition of perversion was as twisted, as it was normal among my peers. At that age, all of us so very hormonal, whether man or women, especially man, we're all perverted.

Then, thinking back so very long ago, there was that one time that I opened my mother's bedroom door and saw her standing by her dresser naked. Turning to face me, as if confronting my horniness with her immodesty, she gave me a full frontal view of her naked body. Standing there with her hands on her hips, while looking at me looking at her, I memorized every detail of her naked body. Motionless, with incest heating my desire for my own mother, I couldn't move. There just a few feet away from me was my mother's big tits and her bushy, dark brown pussy.

"Please knock the next time," she said without cowering and/or making any move to cover her nakedness. "Now get out of my room, please, so that I may get dressed." When I didn't move fast enough, couldn't move fast enough, she walked to me and pushed me out of her bedroom. "Get out," she screamed slamming shut her door.

I so wanted to reach out and cup her big breast. I so wanted to finger her dark brown nipple. I so wanted to finger my mother's pussy to see what it felt like to feel a woman and to feel the place where she birth me. Had she given me any encouragement at all, I would have pushed her back on her bed and mounted her. Had she given me any encouragement at all, I would have pulled out my cock, pushed her down to her knees, and had her suck me. Yet, as excited as I was seeing my mother naked, I was guilt ridden for having incestuous desires for my mother and for my sister.

Needing to get laid, probably, no doubt, she was always so angry, but why was she so angry? Was she angry because I saw her naked? Was she angry because she purposely flashed her naked body to me and because I didn't make a move to touch her, feel her, and grope her? Maybe she wanted me to push her back on the bed and force myself on her. Maybe she needed me to make the first move, so that she'd always have me to blame and to feel guilty that I fucked my mother. Maybe, unable to bring herself to cheat on my Dad, she felt safe cheating on him with me. I don't know. I'll never know.

Why didn't she try covering herself with her hands and/or her forearms. She could have pulled the bedspread from the bed to put over her nakedness, if she was so embarrassed. She could have grabbed a pillow. The pillow would have hidden her tits and pussy from my horny eyes, but she didn't shield herself from my sexual stares. Yet, she made no attempt to preserve her modesty and we never had a conversation about all that I saw of her that day.

Thinking back on that fateful day, I couldn't help but wonder if she was angry at herself because she was driven to show me her naked body. I couldn't help but wonder, if she was angry at herself for being sexually excited showing me her naked body, as I was excited seeing her naked body. Nonetheless her anger, the reason for her anger, and for my obvious sexual, albeit incestuous excitement, I didn't dare make a move. I stood there and stared.

Over the years, I can't even count how many times I masturbated over seeing my mother's naked body. Over the years, forget about my sister for a moment, I can't even count how many times I fantasized about having sex with my mother. Back then, incest was something that only happened behind closed doors and to those ignorant people who lived a solitary life in the woods. Incest was something that no one even dared whisper about doing or wanted to do. Yet, so many men had sex with their sister, mothers, daughters, aunts, and cousins. Most times, it was only a problem, if they became pregnant.

The first time I saw my sister naked, an explosion of sexual emotion, I was so embarrassed and so excited. Yet, always, after getting a good look of her ass, tits, and/or pussy, I was always so horny afterward that I couldn't control myself from trying to time opening her bedroom door perfectly and without knocking, when she was changing out of her clothes, for me to get another look of sister naked. Never did I catch her again, when she was naked, but I caught her plenty of times in her panty and bra. It's funny how her reaction to me seeing her in her panty in bra was even more violent than me seeing her naked. Always, she threw whatever was handy, a book or a shoe, at my head. Now, that I think back about it, I was more successful at catching my mother naked than catching my sister naked.

Now, that I think back about it, hoping that she was to save me from feeling so guilty, I wonder if my mother was standing there naked waiting for me to open her bedroom door. Now, that I think more about it, even after I opened her door unannounced several times, she never locked her bedroom door and she never told my father that I saw her naked or in all manner of undress. Now that I think more about it, with my father sleeping, when not working, and drunk the rest of the time, I imagine my mother's sexual life was non-existent.

It would be sadly funny, if my mother had been just as horny as I was. Maybe my mother was thinking of me in the way that I thought about her. Maybe, had I stepped in her room and held her in my arms and kissed her, while touching her, feeling her, and groping her, she may have liked the sexual attention that only a son could pay his mother. Only, a line I never could cross, seeing and showing was one thing, but touching was a whole different matter.

Totally opposite of my mother. My sister was a whole different animal. Where my mother was revealing, albeit angry being seen naked, my sister was a psycho. I never knew which way the wind was blowing, whenever I saw something of her that I shouldn't see. Whereas, my mother would never mention that I caught her naked or in her underwear again, threatening to tell my friends, my sister would call me names and hold the fact that I was an incestuous pervert against me to get whatever from me that she wanted.

Something she never did before, always covered up in a bathrobe, after all those times my sister caught me masturbating, after all those times she saw my cock, she started walking around in just a towel for an extended period, after her bath. Now, I wonder if seeing my cock made her horny, not so much for me, her brother, but for a cock. Now, I wonder if she got off showing me bits and pieces of her naked body, as fodder for her masturbation, as well as my masturbation, too. Created from the same genes, maybe my sister was just as horny as I was.

Then, whether accidentally or on purpose, I really couldn't tell which, it was then that she started flashing me her pussy and her ass in up towel and up nightgown views and her tits in down towel and down nightgown views. On the pretense of painting her toes, always sitting across from me with her legs open enough to give me a good view or her panties or her naked pussy, she knew I was always looking. Only, every time I got a glimpse of her forbidden body parts, always with a yell followed by a barrage of name calling, she ended her naked flash with a slap, a pinch, a punch, and/or a kick. As obviously was my mother, with me being her punching bag, maybe my sister was angry at herself for being so incestuously attracted to me and for being so perversely perverted and horny that she'd flash me, her own brother, her ass, tits, and pussy. She was such a teasing bitch anyway, but it was worth whatever punishment she doled out to me for me to see some part of her naked body that I wasn't supposed to see.

Now, that I think of it, I wonder if my mother and sister were just as perverted as I was. Who knows? Why not? We all had the same genetic makeup. Once, after my sister slapped me, tired of her physically abusing me, I pulled the towel off of her and she chased me in my room naked. Wishing I was naked, too, we wrestled on my bed, while she beat the crap out of me, and even though she kneed me in the balls and slapped me across the face, it was worth the pain to get some cheap feels of my sister's naked ass and tits.

Only, fast forwarding to my sexual experiences with Kathleen, just like my mother and sister, was Kathleen really staring at my cock? I didn't know. I couldn't tell. It sure looked as if she was. Yet, did she really want me or was it all so innocent? Was it my twisted mind and dirty thoughts that created the hope in my horny imagination that revved me up on testosterone overdrive?

I was so young. I was so naïve. I was so horny. Between being young, naïve, and horny, I wasn't thinking straight. Not sexually experienced to know, there was just no way that I could tell if Kathleen was coming on to me or not, even after she stripped naked to use her bathroom without a door to pee.

All the while we painted her walls, with me on the ladder and her doing the trim on her knees, I stole perverted peeks down her overalls at her tits and panties. I did more peeking than I did painting and come to think of it, knowing I was looking, she never admonished me for peeking more than painting. Did she not know that I could see, as much as I saw. Did she know that I could see her tits down her top? Did she not know that I could see most of her panties down the sides of her open overalls?

On the pretense of painting, was her flashing me the reason why I was there? How could she not know all that she was showing and all that I was seeing? After undressing in front of me, knowing that I was peeking, maybe she didn't care what I saw of her tits and her panties. Was she flashing me on purpose? I didn't know. For sure, after we had sex, I knew she had been flashing me purposely. After we had sex, in the way that Mrs. Robinson seduced Benjamin in the movie, the Graduate, and in the way that Jennifer O'Neal, as Dorothy, seduced Hermie in the Summer of '42, I knew that Kathleen had seduced me.

It was as sexually arousing to play our mutual game of voyeurism and exhibitionism and touchy feely, as it was to finally strip off our clothes and have sex. Even more arousing than the actually sexual act, the teasing, the foreplay, and the seduction is what stayed with me all these years and is what I remember and masturbate to now, when I'm lonely and horny. The culmination of the sexual act, in the way of fireworks exploding in the finale and disappearing in a smoke filled sky, wasn't as everlasting as the excitement received from extended foreplay. The chase is always better than the capture. That first look, the first touch, and the first kiss, are things that I more remember than my first sexual encounter. It's always the buildup, before the storm, that's so exciting.




Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 09



Chapter Nine - Teasing My Friends

She stood and walked to the window. It was now dark outside and every light in her apartment was brightly lit because we had been painting. I was dizzy and I didn't know if my dizziness was from the freshly painted walls or from watching Kathleen immodestly and immorally stand by her window naked. With no shade, curtain, or blind to preserve her modesty, she was shockingly exposed to anyone looking. Staring at the back of her, I could see the front of her by her reflection in the window. Her mirrored reflection gave her an angelic like appearance, as if she was a ghostly figure haunting me now in the way that she surely would years from now.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her naked form. Having never seen a naked woman before that wasn't a forbidden image in an X-rated magazine, I could get enough of seeing her ass, her tits, and her pussy. She was so beautiful and I was in love with her. From any angle, the back, the front, and the side, she had such a shapely body, a body that every woman should have but that so few had. In the way that a bodybuilder was blessed with genetics to build muscles, she was blessed with beauty. I felt as if I was staring at a piece of sculptured art or a naked perfectly formed and anatomically correct mannequin in a department store window. She was pure perfection from any angle and in every way. Glad that she was mine, she was my wicked older girlfriend.

As if her window was a mirror that the light reflected her nakedness, clearly, I could see her tits and her pussy from where I sat. I stared at her ass, as I fingered the head of my cock. Just looking at her standing there naked made me horny again. By just the naked sight of her, I wanted to have sex with her, again. Then, when she touched her body, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. As if she was a naked dancer Go-go, in a window on Bourbon Street, in New Orleans, I watched her feeling her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples, and reaching down and fingering her pussy. Being that she was giving me a private masturbation show, I couldn't help but stare.

With her legs spread wide and her pussy pushed forward, she leaned back and put her weight on her haunches to reach all the way back with her palms on the floor behind her. Wow! Giving the Olympic gymnastic champion Nadia Comeneci a run for her money, I didn't know she had gymnastics skills. Returning to a standing position, she rested her head back and closed her eyes, while she slowly, sexually, and seductively danced, as if she was a naked stripper on stage. As if I wasn't even there and was watching a live sex show, she touched herself everywhere that I imagined touching her and everywhere I had already touch her. This sexy show was so hot, too hot not to have an audience and I wished my four, horny friends were here to see this.

She was sizzling. She was making me mad with desire for her. Yet, I couldn't stop staring nor did I want to interrupt her dance by touching her. I just wanted to watch what she'd do next. I needed to see how far she'd go. Only, I'd think, with her doing such a sexy dance, that she'd turn to face me. Wasn't she dancing expressly for me, after all. Wasn't this sexy, naked show my reward for helping her paint her walls? Unable to see her face in the reflection of the window, I'd have love to see the expression she had on her face and to know what she was thinking. Was she thinking about me, while dancing in that way or was she thinking about someone else, an old boyfriend from her past, perhaps, or a new boyfriend in her future. I didn't know. Actually, if she was thinking of someone other than me, I didn't want to know.

It was then that I now believed Anthony, when he said he had seen her that night when he was out on the ledge, after his parents had been fighting. He didn't want to hear them fighting, he said. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, he said. Now I believed him, when he told us that he had looked up and had seen Kathleen standing there naked, as if she was purposely exposing herself to him. Maybe she was erotically dancing for him in the way she was now dancing for me. Maybe she didn't know that anyone could see. Maybe she didn't know he was there. Then, again, maybe she did.

It was an incredible sight to see, one I was so lucky and happy to behold. I was mesmerized by her sexy sexual and sensual erotic actions. Instantly, I had an erection. As if I wasn't even there in the room with her, certainly, the sight of her was more erotic with her turned away from me, than if she was facing me. More caught up in her face than in her body, had she been facing me, I would have missed more of her naughty show.

Certainly, more arousing and artistic in nature that I could see her reflection through the window than seeing her straight on because, still, I waited for her to turn and dance expressly for me. Even more exciting, in the way that she ignored me by not turning around to face me, she made me feel as if she was alone in the room and I was a voyeur watching her from afar. As if I was a peeper, I felt so wickedly depraved watching her perverse, private dancing show of touching and of masturbation. I pretended she was Goldie Hawn on Laugh-in and instead of dancing for the viewer audience, she was dancing just for me.

Slowly dancing, she swayed her hips to her imagined music, while moving her body from side to side. Except for some sexy celebrity in a movie or on television, I had never seen a woman move her body in that way fully dressed, never mind naked. An arousing sight to behold, I continued watching her without ever taking my eyes off her. I imagined, no I wished that there was someone out there, who could see her to appreciate this sudden, erotic, private show that she gave me and that was exclusively all mine. Still, imagining someone watching her, imagining someone could see her, I wanted him, whoever he was, and everyone else to know that Kathleen belonged to me. Not the jealous type, just the opposite, excited that someone else would sexually want my woman in the way that I sexually wanted her, it was okay for someone to look, so long as they didn't touch.

She made me feel wickedly naughty to think that someone might see her, my new wicked older girlfriend, and my lover naked. Alas, unless they were dumb enough to climb out on the narrow ledge and stand precariously upon it, while squatting down and holding onto the fence, there was just no way that anyone could see her. Besides, who in the Hell would go to such extremes of doing that, anyway, standing out on the ledge, just to see Kathleen dancing naked, touching herself, and masturbating? I laughed with the thought that every guy from 18-year-old to 88-year-years-old would be standing out on that ledge, as well as some women, too, if only they knew that Kathleen was giving a free naked show for anyone and all to see. If only they knew she was shamelessly dancing naked with the lights out and in front of her windows without shades, curtains, or blinds to conceal all that they could see of her.

It stirred my imagination that she was an exhibitionist and I wondered just how adventurous of an exhibitionist she was. With her not shy about showing her naked body, I imagined all the naughty and sexy games we could play. I imagined her taking me for a ride in her car, while she flashed her tits to the truckers on the road or raised her skirt high enough for the toll booth attendant to get a glimpse of her panties or, knowing her as I do now, not wearing panties, and flashing her pussy. I imagined her climbing the cemetery fence without wearing panties to walk her dog, while I stood and watched the reaction of unsuspecting men passing by, who got a good glimpse of her naked ass and bushy pussy. I imagined her trying on clothes in a department store dressing room without closing the curtain all the way and giving all those bored boyfriends waiting for their girlfriends and horny husbands waiting for their wives a show of her hot body.

'Gees, I was already so horny thinking of all the hot fun that I could have with her at the mall. Only, we'd have to travel to a distant mall, one in New Hampshire, so that no one would recognize me with my slutty, older girlfriend.'

I imagined her flashing a shoe store salesman her panties or her pussy, while he helped her try on boots a size too small. I imagined her sitting at the food court with her knees spread open wide enough for an audience of men to see between her legs. I imagined her shopping for furniture and climbing on an off a bed or climbing in and out of a chair, while exposing herself. I imagined going to the beach with her and her emerging from the water without her bikini top. I imagined all the men who'd volunteer to help her find her bra. I imagined us going to a nude beach and her being the woman possessing the best body. I imagined the pillow talk we'd have later about all of her exhibitionistic flashing, while asking her how she felt about showing her hot body to other men besides me, her new, young boyfriend. 

Then, I imagined myself on the other side of the window watching her erotic show of touching and masturbation, while I played with my cock. I imagined myself standing on the narrow ledge, while watching her sexy show. I imagined myself before I met her and as would a stranger, who had happened along and was lucky enough to witness such a sight. Never does anything, such as that ever happen to me, a naked woman in a window sexily, sexually, and unashamedly playing with her shapely body.

I imagined being in the park, on the other side of the window with the both of us masturbating for one another's pleasure, while I watched her and she watched me. Yet, I didn't have to imagine anything. I was there and she was here now in front of me giving me a such a thrilling sexual show. Here she is and even though I'm seeing her from the other side, she still made me excited to imagine someone other than me seeing her from the street. Such a sexy woman, I can't believe she's all mine.

She touched herself, as if I wasn't even there, while standing before her window without a shade appearing so much like one of those New Orleans prostitutes, who stand in the window giving those who pass by a free show of exhibitionism, hoping someone will take them up on their advertised special offer and come inside. Up until that point, I thought it was only guys who flashed their bodies and masturbated. Up until that point, I thought it was only guys who exposed themselves to women. Up until that point, I thought it was only guys who were horny. Up until that point, I didn't know anything. With still a lot to learn, now I do.

A bit behind sexually, as were most young adults my age back then, my parents never told me about the birds and the bees and there wasn't any sex education classes in school. It wasn't until my 13th birthday that my friends straightened me out explaining about cats and dogs. Up until that point, I thought all dogs were male and all cats were female. I felt stupid thinking that and, fortunately, I never told anyone. I also thought that a couple immediately had a baby, once they were married. I didn't know they had to have sex and intercourse for the woman to become pregnant. Just as I know so little now attracted to and attached to such a worldly woman, what did I know? Yet, with such a great teacher, my cougar and her virginal cub, I was learning.

"Your friends..." she said pausing and preoccupied with touching herself, as if she was thinking about what to say next before saying it.

"My friends? What about my friends?"

"Do you think they might be interested...?" She said that surreally, as if she was somewhere else far away. Again, she paused. I watched her feel her tit with one hand, while her fingers deftly played with her nipple, while the other hand rubbed her clit.

"Interested? Interested in what?"

I was more interested in watching her masturbate than in listening to what she was saying. Her voice, was much like the broadcast signal that comes on the television before the programming begins and continues after the programming ends. Unless she was saying dirty things, something so erotically sexual, her voice was so much like distortion and annoying static that interrupted my erotic fantasy of her masturbating for my private, personal pleasure. Watching her touch herself was nothing like I have ever seen and better than any fantasy that I have ever could have imagined, when alone in my room masturbating. I wanted to watch her cum.

"...in helping me around the house, too?"

Too busy watching her masturbate, I didn't get her implication. Her body shuddered with the orgasm she gave herself, as soon as she started talking about my friends helping her...around the house. Never had I seen anything like this before. She gave me another huge erection watching her. Too young to attend a striptease show, this was better than any strippers' show that I could have imagined.

"What? Did you say something? Pardon? I'm sorry, but I didn't hear your question? Please repeat what you just said," I said finally returning to reality from my erotic fantasy of watching her masturbate.

How could I possibly hear what she had to say? I was too busy watching the show and watching her. Having never seen a woman masturbate before, not even realizing that women masturbated, too, she had just masturbated herself. Oh, my God. What's next? What can this woman possibly do as an encore to that purely sexy, personal show.

"Do you think your friends would help me around the house?" This time, when she asked the question, she turned to look at me. 

I was too naïve to understand her meaning. Help her around the house? I looked around her small apartment and after we finished painting it, what more work could she possibly need? Her place looks good to me. Maybe, she has a cellar. Maybe, she needs help to clean out her cellar. Maybe she wants my friends to wash her car and/or walk her dog or to help build a deck on her roof, where she can hang out her laundry and tanning. Maybe she wants a place to watch the fireworks on the Fourth of July. Speaking of fireworks, she just give me fireworks by showing me her exploding with an orgasm. Trying to see what chores she needed down, I really couldn't think of any that my friends could do for her.

"Sure, I can ask them. What do you need them to do?"

As soon as I stood up from the floor and saw her standing by her window without a shade in the bright light of the room, I saw the silhouette of my four horny, virginal friends staring back at us from across the park. They were all there watching her. Somehow standing on that little narrow ledge so much like sardines packed on a Japanese commuter train platform, while waiting for the express train that had been eternally delayed, they were who she was giving a show to and not me.

Now, I knew what she was doing and what she wanted help around the house with, but I still couldn't believe it to be true. I thought she was my woman. I thought I was special to her. I didn't know that I was just another cock to her. I thought only guys viewed women like that, as just another piece of ass and as just another conquest. I didn't realize that she thought of me as just another piece of meat.

Suddenly, I felt so used and abused but, honestly, I liked the feeling. Then, in a rush of emotion, suddenly, I was insanely jealous. Never has a woman stirred such emotions of possession in me before, not even Victoria, my prom date. Never had I met a woman such as this. Never had I fantasized that such a woman even existed. As if she was my wet, warm, semen that collected in my hand, after I masturbated, she was sliding away and slipping through my fingers to fall in the arms of my four friends.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 10



Chapter Ten - "Ask them to come over."

"Ask them to come over," she said breathlessly and still quaking from her orgasm.

"Now? Are you serious? You want my four, perverted friends to come over here now?"

"Ask them," she said turning to look at me. She had a sly, sexy smile that I found so endearing and that made me want to stick my tongue down her throat and make sweet love to her again. The look she gave me made me do anything she asked me to do. "I want you to ask them over...to help me," she said the last three words in a barely audible whisper.

That was all she had to say and somehow, I suddenly understood the household help she needed from my four friends. She turned away from me and I watched her staring out her window but, as if she already knew that I'd obey her request and invite my friends, she didn't look back at me to see me waving them over. Now with her naked body still pressed against the cool glass, she was too busy giving them her free window show of her naked body. She was too busy staring at my four friends, while showing them her naked body. With my hand covering my erection, I turned to look out the window and waved them over.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" I looked at her. "You're naked and they'll be here in two minutes."

"Silly boy," she said with a smile. As if asking me if I wanted another soda, she asked, "Do you like to watch?"

Stunned that she had no desire to cover her naked body, when I didn't answer her about watching, when I wasn't even sure her meaning, she leaned into me with a deep, wet kiss, as she reached her hand down to cup my testicles, before wrapping her fingers around my cock. Then, she grabbed a cushion from the floor, put in back on the sofa, and made herself comfortable. Now, I knew what she meant by asking me, if I like to watch.

All four of my friends ran from the park and fell into her small apartment instantly. Barky barked, howled, sniffed them all, and then returned to his bed in the kitchen. Apparently, he was already familiar with their scents from all those times he walked by us. We were all guilty of hiding behind the wall to watch Kathleen cross the street, climb the cemetery fence in her mini-skirt, and flash us her panties to walk her dog in the cemetery. We were all guilty of lusting over her from afar. Now, with the tables turned, she was the one lusting over us but up close.

Always, I wondered if she knew we were there peeking. I always wanted to ask her, but feeling like the pervert that I was back then, I never did. How could she not know we were watching her flash us her panty? We giggled and talked foolishness, so much and so loud, like the immature boys we were, instead of 18-year-old men we hoped to be. She must have known we were all there hiding behind the wall waiting and watching for her to give us an in between her legs flashing show of her panties.

Only, if she knew we peeped on her, did she not care that we were there waiting to see her panties or was she flashing us on purpose wanting us to see her panties? I wish I had the forethought to ask her that question back then, a question that was seemingly irrelevant then, especially now that she was sharing her naked body with me, but since then, my question has grown to have more weight of curiosity now. So immaturely naive, I never knew there were women who flashed men. I never knew there were women, who were just as perverted as I was. I never knew there were women, who lusted over me in the way that I lusted over them.

As horny, young men, we were the ones who thought that we had inappropriate thoughts. Never did we suspect that women were capable of having equally as wicked thoughts. From the time we discovered sex, we were made to feel that we were the perverts and that women were ladies. We were made to feel that we were the aggressive predators and they were the innocent victims.

Back then, if only we knew that women wanted sex, just as much as we wanted sex, our sexual urges and desires may have been more out in the open and in tune, rather than hidden away in our dirty minds, while masturbating in our bathrooms. If only we knew women were just as horny as we were and masturbated just as much as we did. If only we were more sexually sophisticated, we may have had a smoother bridge to cross from our repressed, sexual upbringings. With fewer obstacles to block our escape from the puritanical societies protected under church rule and religion that tried to preserve our sexual inhibitions with the guilt of sin during the sexual revolution of the 60's, for sure, we would have had an easier time of morphing from boys to men. 

Seeing her sitting there on the couch, she looked so comfortable being naked. She was what I imagined a nudist to be. I had heard about those nudist camps that were hidden away somewhere on paths less traveled in Vermont and/or tucked away in the woods of northern Maine's coastal area, or by the isolated, private beaches of Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard. Having read about them in Look magazine, I always imagined accidentally coming across one such place and spying over their fence, while taking some candid photos of the nudists with my black and white Polaroid camera. Yet, I never stumbled across a nudist and nudity, that is, until now.

Back then, before the Internet, we didn't even have a movie camera. No one in my neighborhood could afford one. Yeah, sure, there were those families who could afford movie cameras, but we were a bunch of inner city kids and none of us or our parents had money enough to afford anything other than rent and food. I used to fantasize about nudists' colonies, until I finally saw a partially blacked out picture of some of the people in the nudist's camps in a magazine some years back. There was another magazine article in Look Magazine, which has since gone out of print. The article gave nudists' and their colonies some free press, not that they needed any more exposure.

Based on the blacked out photos that they dared print back then, too many of the nudists were fat and old. Then again, it may have been because I was young and slim that everyone over 40-years-old appeared to be fat and old. Not that there is anything wrong with being fat and old but, as far as I was concerned back then, naked fat and old people should have been banned from recreating at a nudist colony or, at the very least, required to wear a warning tag around their neck.

"Unless you're really horny or perverted, or as fat and old as we are, you really don't want or need to see this."

I suppose, once I'm old and fat myself, and toothless and drooling, while residing in a nursing with the rest of the old, fat, and toothless residents, I'll probably lust over some old and fat woman, who has no teeth and sagging breasts. Yet, now that I'm still in my prime, I'll keep my thoughts about the perfection of naked, nudist women, as unrealistic as my fantasies are about them. 

It may have been just that one nudist camp that Look Magazine published photos from and that had a higher percentage population of fat and old nudists, but after reading that magazine article and seeing those photos, I stopped fantasizing about nudism, nudists, and nudists' camps then, that is, until now. With Kathleen sitting naked on the couch, I imagined her being a nudist. For sure, I'd join any camp where someone looking like her was a practicing nudist. She'd make a great nudist. If nudist camps were to advertise, she'd make for a perfect spokeswoman. She with her voluptuous body is what nudism is or should be all about. If they put her naked photo in a magazine under nudist colony, more people, especially men, would join.

Maybe, I'm a naked elitist, nudist snob, but I imagine those with a perfect body, who'd want to show their bodies and those with not such a great body, who'd prefer not removing their clothes in front of those with great bodies, should have separate nudist camps. Then, again, where else can those, who don't have a perfect body, feel comfortable enough to show their not so perfect bodies, other than at a nudist colony or a nude beach? Still, in the way that Kathleen was so comfortable in her skin, with not an embarrassed bone in her body, even though I had a good body, I could never be as openly exposed as she was now.

Now that I know that many nudists don't have a perfect body, I'm sure that nudists and nudism have a cross section of the population filled with as many good bodies as there are not so good bodies, much like a nude beach. On the other hand, too much of the population today is obese or bordering on obesity and, perhaps because of the Internet, nudism has lost much of the forbidden taboo and lusty luster that it had back in the fifties and sixties. Now, if you want to see naked people, you just have to go out to cyberspace to watch a video. Therefore, I propose because of the Internet, we all have become closet nudists or, at the very least, exhibitionists and voyeurs to some degree.

Even after comparing Kathleen to all the women I have known since, never have I seen a woman so relaxed and comfortable, while being naked. So many women that I know, women with great bodies, are ashamed of their bodies and would never want to be seen or photographed naked. By using flattering clothes, they go through great deception to hide their bodies because they may have extra weight around the middle or they imagine their thighs are too big or their hips are too wide, but whatever, guys don't really care about all that, especially when the woman is naked and in bed with them.

Most guys don't even see any a woman's imperfection, especially when both consenting parties are naked and are about to have sex, especially in a darkened bedroom without the visual aid of light. We only see tits, asses, and pussies. Seriously, we'd much rather have a woman who is comfortable with her body and in her own skin, so that she'd be more of an exhibitionist, allowing us to be our natural voyeur selves, while showing us and others more up skirt and/or down blouse views.

Kathleen was such a woman. Kathleen was the perfect slutty girlfriend. Willing to do anything at any time with any one, she was the closest thing to a swinger without being a swinger. Now that I think of it, maybe she was a swinger. I don't know. Only, the swingers that I know have more discrimination, not that me and my friends needed to be discriminated against. Yet, most female swingers shied away from gangbangs and from having sex with men that were younger than their sons. To each their own, there were plenty of swinging women, who loved a good gangbang and who could never have a sexual partner that was young enough.

Suffice to say that Kathleen was comfortable with her body, an understatement. Sure, it's easier to be comfortable with your body, when the body you possess as perfect as was her body, yet, still my idea of perfection, may not be someone else's idea of perfection. I'm sure that if Kathleen was asked back then, if she had a perfect body, she'd say no and that she didn't like this or that about her body, while wishing it was bigger here or smaller there. Then, again, if I or any of my four, horny friends were asked, especially now after all these years have gone by, if Kathleen had a perfect body, we'd all reply that she was a Heavenly Goddess. We'd all say, in chorus, that she was the best lay we ever had.

Yet, now that she was here with me sitting on the sofa naked in front of my four friends, I was filled with mixed emotions. I was embarrassed for her and excited for myself, at the same time. Also, I was a bit jealous that my perverted friends were seeing Kathleen, my now apparently ex-girlfriend naked, too. It was weird that I was thinking of her as my ex-girlfriend, even though she really wasn't even my girlfriend in the first place. She was just an older woman, who used me for her personal, sexual pleasure, as she was now about use my friends.

What the Hell? What did I know? Only a few hours ago, I was an 18-year-old virgin and now look at me. I'm a man of the world with my imagined jilted girlfriend leaving me in favor of my four, horny friends, who are hoping to get some sexual experience from her, too. Alas, no doubt, it won't be long before she rejects us all for a basketball team from China, a baseball team from Japan, or sailors on leave from the United States Navy. Yet, looking back, thinking of her as my girlfriend was certainly a normal feeling to have towards the first woman, who helped me sexually become a man. Always, I'll be forever grateful to her.

I was so young and vulnerable then and I was looking at her through rose colored lenses without seeing her for who she was or what she was. Yet, if that was an older man lusting over much younger women, so long as they were of legal age, we wouldn't even think of him as odd or perverted, only normal in a lustful and horny sort of way. We'd think of him as a man and a lover of women, albeit younger women. We'd even joke about his sexy antics, boast about his sexual prowess, and even comment that he must have a lot of money because, why else would that young chick be with that old guy?

Only, she was an older woman, who lusted after men, younger men, and men who were nearly half her age. She was a cougar before they even used the word cougar to describe older women attracted to younger men. Proudly, without reservations, we were her private, personal, pride of cubs. We all had our own special memories of Kathleen.

"Meow!"

I remember back then, after all of us got what we wanted from her, we regarded her as a whore. Even though we all loved her in one way or another, we talked about her badly, as if she was a bitch of an ex-wife. A way for me to feel better about her rejecting me for my friends and a way for my friends to feel better about her rejecting them for other younger men, no doubt, that was still wrong of me and us to feel that way about her. If she was here now, I'd apologize to her for thinking that about her and for saying all the mean things I said. If she was here now, I'd thank her for making me the man that I am today. If she was here now, I'd treated her with the respect of a special lady that she so deserves.

Admittedly, with love in my heart and lust in my eyes, I didn't feel that she was a whore, when I was with her and having sex with her, because I really liked her, even loved her probably. She was smart, pretty, and fun. Even more than that, she was my Maureen O'Hara. Yet, just as bad in intent, as I was loose in comment by not defending her reputation and by participating in her being bashed by joining in the fun, I went along with the comments that my friends made, so as to fit in with the group and not to have them think me different and call me pussy whipped. Yet, as the years passed, we regarded her with desire and talked lustfully about those sexy times with her. Now, that I'm older and wiser, I regard her with warm and fond memories, my mature paramour, my sexy Maureen O'Hara, who helped guide me through my rite of passage, by having sex with an older woman.

Only, when compared to her male counterparts, she wasn't a whore at all. She was normal in a perverted sort of way at worst, perhaps, just as were her male counterparts, and just as we were as perverted, back then. And I dare say, if other women possessed the body and the opportunity to bed a younger man, they would have taken that experience and run with it, possibly, so long as no one else discovered their sexual preference for younger men and their lustful albeit embarrassing indiscretions. I guess, now that I recall the incidences of that day, those times with her were some of the best times of my life.

Normally just the opposite, when having sex for the first time, carefree and exciting, I only wish all of my sexual adventures had been as good, as my first sexual experience that I had with Kathleen. She was, without a doubt, my first sexual love. Now that I had experienced an older woman, over with and done with the cougar and cub thing, I prefer women my age. I prefer women a bit older or a bit younger than me. I prefer women, who I can have a conversation with and women, who share my background and common interests. Nonetheless, not in judgment of anyone for their sexual preferences, whatever floats your boat is fine with me, so long as your peccadilloes, perversions, and sexually fetishes, don't hurt anyone.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 11



Chapter Eleven - The Prelude to the Gangbang

A typical guy thing, especially at that age, embarrassed that I was sitting there naked in front of my friends, other than with my shirt off or in the shower, after gym class in school, they had never seen me naked. Preserving some of my modesty, I grabbed a pillow and held it in lap, while I sat in the chair across from Kathleen. To be honest, I don't think my friends would have noticed I was naked. Too focused on Kathleen's hot, naked body, with none of us having ever seen a naked woman for such a prolonged period of time, their eyes were glued to her.

Usurping me, by her calling over my friends, and by my friends peeping on us from the park, they and she had robbed me of telling my friends the best damn, sexual story that any of us ever had to tell. Now, maybe even better, soon all of us will have an endless supply of stories to tell and memories to remember. Being the first to have sex with Kathleen, fucking her and eating her pussy, was way better than any down blouse and/or up skirt story that any of my friends had to tell. Having her suck my cock was way better than any story Steven told about seeing his big sister stepping out of the shower naked, better than any story that Joey told about his naked mother and all the down blouses he thought he saw in the supermarket, and better than any story that Anthony told about seeing Maryanne naked.

Only, with our innocence forever lost by this experience that we were about to embark upon now, we'd never sit in the shed in Slide Park and talk about naked sisters, down blouses, up skirts, and the accidental nudity of neighbors. Who am I kidding? Even after we fucked and were sucked by Kathleen, some things never change. Until the day we all die, voyeurs until the end, we'd always talk about all the tits we saw, the asses we thought we saw, and the pussies we hoped to see.

First and without doubt, jumping from virgin to swinger, this group sex experience would certainly supersede my first sexual experience with Kathleen, with her as my sexual education teacher. Now so much more sexually sophisticated than when we first spied on her climbing the cemetery fence to flash us her panties, after what Kathleen was about to do with us, we'd all be men of the world and, even though we'd still be voyeurs, we'd be way beyond sneaking a peek of a woman's bra and panty. Actually, now that I think about it, no man is ever beyond looking at a woman's exposed bra and panty.

Still, even though we'd look, no doubt, even though we'd hope to see all that we'd imagined we'd see, nonetheless, after experiencing Kathleen, the sexual excitement that we once had and shared about seeing a down blouse and/or up skirt view was now officially over. With our innocence lost, our sexual excitement to masturbate multiple times a day was over, that is, until later in life, such as now, when we aren't having as much sex, as we were having back then. There'd be no need to masturbate, when we all had someone like Kathleen living in our neighborhood. Cougar woman, meet virginal men. Virginal men, meet cougar woman. There couldn't be a better sexual match than this.

Wishing I could turn back the clock but keep the sexual knowledge that I have now, along with the innocence that I had then, maybe Kathleen would have kept me around, as her long-term lover than just casting me aside for my four, horny friends. Who knows? I'll never know. Now, instead of telling the story of the sex that I just had for someone else to write about it, the shell of the testosterone filled man that I once was, I'm relegated to writing erotic literature and pornographic sex stories to publish as E-books.

We were all men now, after having seen Kathleen naked. Yet, what happened today was ten times better than the time that Stephen walked in on his older sister naked, better than the stories that Joey told about his mother and all of his down blouses and up skirts, and even better than the story that Anthony told about seeing Maryanne naked. A sexual memory, our sexual story, much like the story of the fisherman that caught the big fish that grows bigger, every time he tells his story, we'd never forget, what happened today. We'd have this memory for the rest of our lives. Never would we be the same, so sexually and emotionally unsophisticated, what happened today would change our lives forever.

"Does anyone have a cigarette? I need a cigarette," she said looking up at my friends staring at her with eyes wide and mouth open.

With everyone smoking back then, not armed with the evidence that cigarettes caused cancer, all four of my friends reached in their pockets for their smokes and lighters, while never removing their eyes from Kathleen's nakedness. Always working out in a gym punching a bag, sparring, and/or lifting weights, I was the only one of the bunch, who didn't smoke. Ralph was the first to give her a cigarette and light it for her. It's funny the little things that I remember and never forget. With none of us having any money, they were all cheap about sharing their cigarettes, back then. Yet, when naked Kathleen asked for a smoke, they'd give her our whole packs without complaint.

"Thank you," she said, while holding Ralph's shaking hand in hers to hold his hand steady enough to light her cigarette.

She turned away from them to look out her window and slowly blew a big puff of pale blue smoke in the air, while clicking her jaw to make four circles with the smoke, as if each little circle was her own personal lasso to rope my friends. With all of us being roundup and so tightly tied together, she was so smooth that we didn't even know we were being roped into being innocent participants in her sexual rodeo. Nonetheless, even if we knew she was using us for her own sexual needs, we wouldn't care. With no place we'd rather be, there's nothing we'd rather do than to have sex with Kathleen.

Acting as if she didn't know she was sitting there naked, she knew exactly what she was doing to drive us mad with desire for her. Acting as if she didn't know what she was doing to us, as we discovered later, it was obvious that she had played this game before with others. Too sexually excited to care, no doubt, especially later, we all knew what she was doing to us. She was turning us into her personal pride of wild cougar cubs, while helping to mature us all into men.

I've never seen anyone blow circles before with cigarette smoke. I guess I lived a pretty sheltered life up to that point. Never having seen a naked woman other than my mother and sister, I never had sex, until I met Kathleen. Even so much as thinking that all cats were female and all dogs were male, I didn't realize what she meant by asking me, if my friends could help her around the house. While waiting for her to sexually command us, we watched her mindlessly blowing circles with her cigarette smoke, as if none of us were even there.

Speechless and nervous, all the guys just stared at her naked body. She looked away from Ralph, Anthony, Joey and Stephen, while continuing to mindlessly blow circles with her expended cigarette smoke. Then, finally, when she returned her attention back to my four friends, she looked from Ralph to Anthony to Joey and Stephen. She gave them a long lustful stare with her bright, blue eyes. before letting out a tired sigh. As if they had all been hypnotized, as if she was in complete control of them and she was, I'll never forget that moment and the contented look of in control she had on her face, while sitting there naked and looking at my friends. Unable to stop myself from not imagining otherwise, with her being so damn sexy and so damn beautiful, she was my personal version of Maureen O'Hara.

"Did you enjoy my little naked show?" After casting her bait with her strip tease show, after hooking them on the line with her sitting there naked, she reeled them in, while looking from one to the other and smiling. "Did you like watching me touch myself?" As if she was Madonna performing on stage, she dropped her fingers to her pussy. "Have you ever seen a woman touch herself? Have you ever seen a woman masturbate? Have any of you seen a naked woman?" She let out a laugh, when none of them responded to any of her questions.

"I did," said Stephen. "I saw my sister, when she came out of the shower and I walked in on her. Only, she doesn't look anything like you naked. My sister is short and fat and not tall and stacked like you."

They all nodded their heads, while smiling and giggling like little girls. Joey's face was red with embarrassment and Stephen looked down on the floor most of the time, as if he was embarrassed, too. Staring more at her tits than at her face, Ralph and Anthony never removed their eyes from her nakedness. I watched their eyes move from her tits to her pussy and from her tits to her pussy, before focusing on her tits. I wanted to tell them that if they took a step backward, they could better see both her tits and her pussy at the same time. Yet, I don't think they would have heard me.

They appeared to be in a sexual trance of lustful desire and a horny daze of sexual delight. She put out her cigarette in the ashtray and moved her hands to her breasts and fingered her nipples, while looking up at them to watch their reaction. The four of them watched her without blinking their eyes. Immediately, her nipples responded to her touch, popped out, and became erect.

"Oops, dear me. Look at what I just did. Look how big my nipples get," she said teasing them by looking down at her nipples, as she pulled them out, even more. "It feels so good, when I finger my nipples like this, twist them like that, and pull my nipples out this way," she said fingering, twisting, and pulling her nipples out to full erection. "I just love my tits," she said cupping a breast in each of her hands and lifting them up, as if hugging them, before lifting them to her mouth to suck her own nipples, first one and then the other. "They're so big and firm. Don't you think I have nice tits?"

Again without anyone responding, as if they were bobble head dolls sitting on the backseat of a car's package shelf, they all nodded their heads in unison,. She licked her fingertips and returned her hands to fingering her nipples again. My friends' eyes were transfixed watching her touch her nipples and play with her tits. Never have any of us witnessed anything like this before. She had big tits, natural, firm and symmetrical breasts. Playboy playmate breasts, they were perfect tits in every way.

"I love sucking my nipples," she said moving one breast to her mouth to suck her nipple, before moving her other. "I bet you wished you could all suck your own cocks," she said with her sexy smile. "I love feeling, caressing, and fondling my tits. I love touching my breasts. Do you enjoy watching me playing with and sucking my tits in the way I'm doing now?"

Again they all nodded their heads. She was really teasing them, now. A sexy siren, she was such a sexual tease. With one hand still fingering her nipple, she reached down with her other hand and rubbed her pussy with her palm, before reaching her fingers inside to finger her clit. Then, acting as if they weren't even there in the room with her, showing them a lot of pink, she closed her eyes and spread her legs wide open, pulled up her pussy lips, and fingered her clit, while looking down at herself. She knew just what she was doing, by giving them a good look of her vagina. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head and gave them all a sexy smile, before she closed her eyes again to slowly masturbate herself.

They watched her play with her clit and finger fuck herself with her long, manicured fingers. With none of us ever having seen a naked pussy up close before, never mind seeing a woman masturbate herself, the sexually aroused expression on her face added to their excitement. If there was an Oscar given for sexually teasing these four, poor, young men, she would have won the award. Then, after she had a small, quiet orgasm, when she pulled her fingers from out of her cunt and put them to her mouth to lick off her pussy juices, as a final touch to put them over the top, the excited looks on their faces were priceless.

"Do you like watching me play with my pussy? It feels so good, when I touch myself," she said reaching her hands up to pull, turn, and twist her nipples. Again they nodded their heads while staring at her.

Not only in just the way she did things but also she was so sexy how she said things was just so sexy. No women we ever knew talked dirty like this. Before Kathleen, masturbation was something that no one admitted doing, especially not us and never women. Before Kathleen, none of us even knew that women masturbated and now there we were all witnesses to her pleasuring herself. Before Kathleen, we always thought that it was only the men who were horny, perverted, talked dirty, and masturbated. We never knew it was women, too, albeit, of course, not all women. Before Kathleen, we never knew there were older women, who wanted younger men. Before Kathleen, we were all so naive.

"Did you all get hot and bothered watching me in the window standing there naked?" Looking from one to the other, when no one answered her question, she asked another. "Did I make you horny, while watching me dance so slowly and so seductively in front of the window?"

She raised her arms of her head and wiggled her hot body in her seat on the couch, as if she was chair dancing, and they all watched her tits raise with her arms. In the way that she said things so sexy and demur, no one would think that she was so sexually depraved, but she was. For the fourth time, they obediently shook their heads without talking.

"Do you like what you see?" She looked down at herself, moved her hands away from her body, and opened her arms and uncrossed her legs. She looked up at Ralph with her big, blue eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

"Me?" Even though she stared at him and nodded her head to him, he looked to his three friends, before responding. "Ralph," he said.

"Do you like my body, Ralph?"

"Yes," he said nodding his head.

"Do you want to touch me?"

He stepped forward and leaned down to feel her left breast. Then, as if being burnt by a hot pan, he pulled his hand away, while nervously giggling. When he stepped forward and leaned down, she reached out and felt his cock through his pants. Then, she looked to Anthony standing next to Ralph and made eye contact with his brown eyes.

"What about you? What's your name? Do you like my body?"

"Anthony," he said. "Yes, I like your body," he said nodding his head yes.

"Do you want to touch me?" 

Unbelievably, he stepped forward, leaned down, and felt her same breast in the same way that Ralph had just done. Just as she had done with Ralph, when he stepped forward and leaned down, she reached out and felt Anthony's cock through his pants. She had these four, poor saps eating out of her hand. She was in total control of them. Next, it was Joey's turn and she looked up at him, but he looked down at the floor with red faced embarrassment.

"Look at me," she said to Joey. He lifted his head and took her all in with a look of lust. "What's your name?"

"Joey," he said looking back down, as quickly as he looked up.

"Do you like my body, Joey?"

"Yes," he said, nodding his head up and down, while looking longer at her, this time.

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes," he said again, while stepping closer and reaching out his horny hand to touch her.

Instead of feeling her breast, without sticking his fingers inside of her, he reached down and cupped her pussy. Mostly, running his fingers through her auburn forest, he felt her bushy, red pubic hair. As she had done with Ralph and Anthony, she felt Joey's cock through his pants, too. With his hand up to his face, he stepped back smiling and gave a look to his three friends, while giggling inside his palm. Stephen looked at Joey shaking his head and then looked back at her.

"What about you?" She looked to Stephen. "What's your name?"

"Stephen," he said without breaking the focused stare he had on her tits.

"Do you like my body?"

"You have a beautiful body," he said shaking his head, yes, too, as if to highlight his response in the affirmative. "Do you want to touch me?"

"I do," he said.

He stepped forward, while reaching out both hands and felt both of her tits, before stepping back. Only, before he stepped back, she reached out both her hands and felt his cock, too. As if my four friends were disciplined students in some sexually depraved school, after talking about sex every day for as long as I can remember, now that they have a naked woman sitting in front of them, their polite, reserved behavior bordered on bizarre. If it was me, I'd be all over her bodacious body. Even though their sexual excitement was obvious, they were all so very shy, even shier than I was with her, my first time, when helping her to paint her walls. 

As soon as she asked the last of my four friends if they liked her body, she stood and slowly turned around. Then, showing them all of her body, she turned back around the other way and finally turned her back to them. Giving them a real show, she leaned over the couch and wiggled her ass to give them all a better look between her legs. They all looked like they were going to pass out from horniness. A time when sex was never discussed in public, a time when censorship controlled the television airwaves and cartoons commanded prime time television, and a time when it didn't take much more than a down blouse or an up skirt to make us crazy with lust, she knew exactly what to do to make us crazy with sexual desire for her. 

Then, she stepped back and planted her ass against Ralph. Instinctively, he put both his hands on her hips and pretended he was humping her. He looked to his friends smiling and giggling like the school boy that he still was but wouldn't be for very long. Next was Anthony's turn and she did the same to him, pushing her shapely ass up against his crotch. Placing his hands on her hips and pretending he was humping her, too, he responded in the same way that Ralph had. Then, it was Joey's turn, only this time, when she moved up against him and rubbed her ass against his bulge, he reached a hand between her legs that made her giggle with delight by slowly running his hand along the full, wet length of her pussy. Then, he did something weird; he smelled his hand and, as if rejecting her, he wiped his hand on his pant leg. Last was Stephen, and he humped her, as if he was giving her anal sex, as he reached out and cupped a breast in each hand.

With every question she asked, my four perverted friends nodded their awestruck heads without saying a word, other than 'yes'. What does she have to do to get these guys going? Now that I remember back, having just experienced sexual overload and, apparently, more than they could handle, I think they were all in sexual shock. Yet, Kathleen wasn't about to have them leave, without first having her wicked way with all of them.

Without doubt, she did have an incredible body and the best body that we ever saw, perhaps because she was the first naked woman that any of us had seen up close and personal. It was the late 60's and we were all so very young and inexperienced. At a time during the sexual revolution, times were changing quickly and we were all threading new ground, while running to stay on the same page. Granted, at the time, much more sexually sophisticated than my father was growing up on a farm in Kansas during the '30's, '40's, and '50's, I wasn't much more sophisticated than any of my four friends growing up in Boston during the '60's, but I wasn't as backward as my friends obviously were.




Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 12



Chapter Twelve - The Gangbang

"I bet you all want to fuck me, don't you?" As soon as she said that, this time the four dopes giggled like Japanese school girls.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" When none of them responding, she asked her question again. "Don't you want to fuck me?" Still they didn't respond. They just giggled. "What's wrong with you guys? Do you want to fuck me or don't you?" She looked at them incredulously. "You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

Finally, they all nodded their heads, while looking at one another and giggling and without saying or doing anything and still staring at her naked form. What a bunch of immature perverts they were. Since I was already a man of the world having had sex with her, I felt embarrassed for their naiveté. Having been teased by the virginal neighborhood women, who were nothing more than cockteasers, I figured they didn't think she was serious about her offering them sex. They all looked from one to the other again, before nodding their heads like bobble dolls. Unbelievably, they were so inexperienced that they didn't know what to do. It was up to her to take control of them, so she did, as if they were her obedient sex slaves or her cute, little cougar cubs. Controlling what they did, when they did it, and how they did it, they obediently obeyed her every wanton command.

"If you want to have sex with me, if you want to fuck me, then take off your clothes," she said. "I've already shown you all of me; let me see all of you. Show me your bodies. I want to see what you have to offer, before I decide to let you have your wicked way with me. I want to see your cocks. Show me you cocks," she said while watching them strip out of their clothes. "I want to see who has the biggest, the longest, and the thickest prick," she said still fingering her nipple and playing with her clit again.

With a focused stare that went from one to the other, Kathleen watched them undress, in the way that they had been staring at her naked body. She appeared to be taking delight in their all male striptease review. Even when we were going midnight skinny dipping at the end of the wharf in Boston Harbor, even after we had been doing some drinking and were drunk, never have I seen my friends strip so quickly. Never have I seen my friends naked, as it was always dark, when we skinny dipped. Only, different this time, they weren't stripping to go swimming, they were stripping to fuck Kathleen.

Now that she was really getting raunchy and now that they were finally taking her seriously, they were all naked within a few seconds. Joey was the last to get naked, as he was trying to remove his pants without first kicking off his shoes. Standing at attention much like soldiers in line waiting to be examined by a doctor or a line of prisoners waiting their turn to be strip searched, they all stood in a neat, naked line and with their hands covering their cocks. To be honest, they looked ridiculous, grown men made to strip naked by the mere orders of a woman, albeit a naked woman.

"Move your hands away from your cocks. I want to see your cocks," she said.

Immediately, they all obeyed, with one looking down at the other and all of them looking at Kathleen.

"Turn around," she said. "Show me your asses. I want to see your asses."

Obediently, they all turned their backs to her.

"Now, bend over, spread your legs, and cough," she said with a laugh and with that she stood and walked down the line of them feeling their balls and cupping them in her hand.

Guys are so easy. Guys will allow women to do anything to their naked bodies, especially a woman so beautiful and sexy as was Kathleen. We don't care. We're all such perverts, especially at that age.

"Okay, you can turn around, again. Such a shame," she said shaking her head, while looking down the line from one exposed cocks to another. One by one she reached out her arm and took their cocks in her hand, first Ralph's cock, then Anthony's cock, then Joey's cock, and last Stephen's cock. "All these young men and not one of you have an erection," she said with a laugh. She moved her hands away from her body to expose more of her nakedness, while turning one way to the other, as if she was a fashion model modeling the Emperor's clothes. "Don't I arouse you sexually? Don't you like women? I thought you liked my body? What's wrong with your guys? Show me that you want me."

Apparently, accustomed to being the pursuers and not the pursued, the aggressors and not the victims, obviously by their inaction and by the embarrassed looks on Joey's and Stephen's faces, she made them nervous. Truly, I was embarrassed for them.

"It's a little cold in here," said Ralph making his excuse and looking down at his shriveled and limp, little penis, while casting a look over at his other three naked friends, who were not, presently, any bigger than he was.

"Freddie, your horny buddy over there, had a constant erection. He probably has one now under that pillow he's holding in his lap." She was right. I did. Trying to shame them into action, she used me as her example of someone who wants her. "Come here, Freddie. Let me see your big prick. Show them all what their erection should look like. Show them how much you want me and, obviously, they don't." 

Much like an obedient little puppy, I walked to her with my pillow firmly planted in place. She removed my pillow and my erect cock bounced straight forward, as if pointing my lust at her belly. She kneeled down, took me in her mouth, and started blowing me for a minute, but stopped suddenly to reach out her hand for one of the guys to light her another cigarette. She took a long drag, before continuing to blow me. When she stopped blowing me, I returned to my chair and sat without concealing my cock with a pillow. She looked down the line of my four friends, while taking another drag and blowing out a haze of blue smoke.

As if it all happened yesterday, it's funny how I remember her standing there smoking and staring. I remember thinking that she reminded me of Bette Davis, in the way she smoked her cigarette. Yet, even more irreverent than Bette Davis and more flippant than any woman I've known, even when compared to some of the sexually aggressive women of today, she moved with the excited energy of Kathryn Hepburn. Without doubt, Kathleen was my very own movie star, my Maureen O'Hara.

"Just let me look at you," she said pacing back and forth in front of them, while staring at their cocks, before looking up at their faces. "Jerk off for me," she ordered. Make your cocks hard," she said. "I want to see how big your pricks can get," she said, while marching up and down the line of my four friends, as if she was a drill sergeant. "If I like what I see, I'll blow you, all of you, just like I did Freddie. I'll suck the one who has the biggest cock, first."

As if it was a staged show in Tijuana, Mexico, never in my life have I witnessed such a frantic stroking scene, as my four friends stood in front of Kathleen feverishly pulling their pricks. Within seconds, just as I still had, they all had boners that stuck out straight. Kathleen put out her cigarette, took the pillow from the couch, and tossed it in the middle of the floor. She sat on the pillow and looked up at my friends.

"That's better," she said with a laugh. "Gather around me, boys, in a semi-circle. Come closer. Don't be shy. Get a little closer so that I don't have to lean forward as much." She said while reaching up and taking Stephen's and Ralph's cock in her hands. Now, only inches away from her mouth, she had four stiff cocks pointing at her face before her.

"Is this what you want?" When neither Stephen nor Ralph answered her, she asked again while looking up at them and making eye contact. "Tell me, is this what you want?" She slowly and seductively stroked both of their cocks, while looking at them waiting for them to answer.

I was getting excited and a bit jealous watching her giving my two friends a hand job. Surely, if Kathleen was giving out hand jobs, I wanted one, too.

"Yes," finally, they both breathlessly uttered at the same time.

"Is this your sexual fantasy, a hot, naked mature woman with her hand wrapped around your cock and stroking you, while jerking you off? Tell me, do I remind you of your mother? Do you wish your mother would stroke you like this? Have you ever fantasized about your mother giving you a hand job?"

As soon as she said that I thought of my mother, my sister, and my aunt jerking me off and I was horny again. Kathleen was such a hot, sexy bitch and she always knew exactly what to say to make us all want her, not that we needed her to say anything to want her. She was sitting there naked for God's sakes. Any man would want her dressed or naked.

"Or have you sexually fantasized about your teacher stroking your cock like this? Tell me. Who do I remind you of? Do I remind you of your aunt? Do you sexually fantasize about your aunt or maybe you sexually fantasize about your mother's friend," she said. As if she was reading my mind, as is she knew me so well, she was saying what I was thinking, when I was just thinking of my mother's friend giving me a hand job. "Do any of you have an older sister that you think about, while masturbating? Do you sexually fantasize about your sister jerking you off, before blowing you? If not me, whoever you've sexually fantasized about, pretend that I'm her."

Oh, my God, when most women would never want a man to think of another woman at a time like this, she invited them all to think about someone else, their fantasy woman. Wow! What a woman! What an incredible woman.

When she mentioned older sister, I thought about all the times my sister came in my room without knocking, while I was masturbating and knowing full well that I was masturbating. Knowing my sister would never do anything like that, wrap her hand around my cock, that was still a favorite fantasy of mine. I couldn't count how many times I masturbated over the sexual fantasy of my sister helping me to masturbate.

"Go ahead; close your eyes and think of your mother, your teacher, your aunt, your mother's friend, or your older sister staring at your erect prick, while giving you a hand job."

As soon as she said mother, or teacher, or aunt, or mother's friend, or older sister, I watched them all close their eyes, while watching their cocks stiffen. It was as if she was hypnotizing them into thinking of her as someone else. So erotically sexual, way ahead of her time, she was our very own version of Dr. Ruth. Definitely, they were all under her seductive spell. The hottest woman with the best body that I ever met, I didn't want anyone else but Kathleen.

"It turns you on to pretend that I'm your mother, or your teacher, or your aunt, or your mother's friend, or your older sister jerking you off," she said looking up at them with a smile, "doesn't it?"

"Yes," they all said so much like obedient little boys.

"Tell me," she commanded. "I want to hear who you're thinking about and what you're thinking, while I stroke your cocks. Who do you wish I were and what do you wish I'd do? Tell me who I remind you of," she said.

"My teacher," said Stephen.

"My Mom's friend," said Anthony. 

"My Mom," said Joey.

"You," said Ralph.

"Me? Really, Ralph? You're sexually fantasizing about me. I rather like that answer the best," she said with a laugh. "Well, here I am, Ralph," she said with a laugh. "I'm your sexual fantasy come true."

"I sexually fantasize about you, too, the other three chimed in at the same time," with none of them wanting to be excluded from her sexual favors, no doubt. 

We all figured that Stephen would pick his older sister, as the one he'd sexually fantasize about stroking his cock. He was always spying on her and talking about seeing her naked. Stephen surprised me admitting to sexually fantasizing about his teacher because his teacher was a man. Maybe, he meant another teacher. Joey was no surprise admitting to sexually fantasizing about her Mom. He was always talking about his mother. He was a Momma's boy and he was always walking around his mother naked and trying to catch her naked. Anthony was right on the money sexually fantasizing about his Mom's friend. Almost as hot as Kathleen, she was always flashing us something, her panties or her bra. Only, she was married to this big, burly steelworker, so we were all careful not to disrespect her by having him catching us looking, whenever she was showing. If she ever knew we all sexually fantasized about her, while we jerked off, we'd all be in big trouble with her husband.

I returned my focus to watching Kathleen slowly jerking off Ralph and Anthony. Very ambidextrous, if you think it's easy to stroke two cocks at the same time, not that I've ever tried or would even want to try, as I'm straight and not gay, I imagine it's not a very easy thing to do. Try rubbing your stomach in one direction with your right hand, while rubbing your head with your left hand in the opposite direction. Then, when Ralph had his head back with his eyes closed thinking of Kathleen, no doubt, she leaned forward and took him in her mouth, while still stroking Stephen. I couldn't believe Kathleen was blowing Ralph. Then, with Stephen thinking of his male teacher, I wondered, she switched off and took Stephen in her mouth, while stroking Ralph. Back and forth she went from Ralph's to Stephen's cock and back again.

"Let me know when you're about to cum," she said looking from Ralph to Stephen with her big blue eyes, the eyes that I foolishly thought she was saving only for me. "And for God's sakes, I like having my tits fondled and my nipples fingered, when I'm sucking cock. Play with my tits and finger my nipples," she ordered. As soon as she said that Ralph took one of her breasts in hand and Stephen took the other.

"Don't worry, Kathleen, I won't cum in your mouth," said Ralph happy just to get a blowjob, no doubt.

"Contrary, Ralph, I want you to cum in my mouth. I don't know what type of girlfriends you boys are used to being with, but to me it's not a blowjob unless you cum in my mouth. That's the whole I idea of blowing you. I'm sucking you off. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your warm, salty, oozy load of cum. And I swallow, too," she said with a sexy grin. "I want to swallow all of your cum."

She started blowing Ralph more aggressively now, while moving her head back and forth and making those wonderful cock sucking sounds that all men love to hear. All the while she was blowing Ralph, she was still jerking off Stephen. It was hugely erotic watching Kathleen blow one of my friends, while jerking off the other. Never missing a beat with either one, she was extremely coordinated and appeared as if she was totally enjoying herself.

"I'm going to cum," said Stephen.

Immediately, she removed Ralph's cock from her mouth and took Stephen's cock in her mouth just, as he exploded a volume of cum that seemed to last minutes but was only a few seconds. As soon as he was done gushing, she took Ralph back in her mouth.

"You," she said to Joey reaching out her hand, "give me your cock."

Joey stood closer to her and offered her his cock. Now, she was really blowing Ralph, while beating off Joey. 

"Oh, my God. I'm gonna cum," yelled Ralph just as he violently exploded his seed in Kathleen's mouth.

With all of us virgins and with Ralph never having been blown before, instinctively, he put a hand to the back of her head and moved his hips in a humping motion, while humping her head and fucking her mouth. As soon as he stepped away, she waved over Anthony and started jerking him off, too, while leaning forward to take Joey's cock in her mouth. Both Joey and Anthony reached down to fondle her tits. Whenever they fingered her nipples, she immediately became more excited, that is, if Kathleen could be more sexually excited than she was.

It was exciting to watch her stroke Joey's cock, while blowing him and stroking Anthony's cock at the same time and, then, switching from Joey to Anthony and back again, until both shot their loads in her mouth. She was quite skilled at this, so skilled that I wondered if this was her first with a circle jerk gangbang. With no one to compare her to, other than my imagination, even in my wildest sexual fantasies, I never imagined anything such as this.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 13



Chapter thirteen - "I need a smoke? Who has a cigarette?" 

The guys all went for their clothes to get Kathleen a smoke, but Anthony was first to find his this time. Unwilling to share with one another, with me the only non-smoker in the group, it's funny how they were all so cheap with our cigarettes, back then, but not so cheap to give Kathleen a free cigarette. No doubt, making us think we were doing something for her, making us believe we were real men, instead of virginal young adults, lighting her cigarette was something that we all watched Humphrey Bogart do with Lauren Bacall or Clark Gable do with Carole Lombard. As if taking a lesson from one of the movie stars we watched on our little black and white television sets, Anthony leaned to her and lit her cigarette, while she reached out and stroked his cock. As if this was all a dream and she was our sexual fantasy, erotic, fairy Godmother, she inhaled and let out a big cloud of light blue smoke.

"Tell me if I'm right," she said looking from one to the other. "Was that your first blowjob?"

They all looked one from the other looking as if they were afraid to admit it and waiting for one or the other to admit it first. 

"Yeah," said Joey.

"Yeah," said Stephen.

"My first," said Ralph.

"Me too," said Anthony.

"Did you enjoy me sucking you off?"

"Yeah," they all answered at once.

"So, tell me, what was the best part," she said taking another drag of her cigarette, while letting out a bunch of circles with her snapping jaw.

"When I came in your mouth," said Ralph.

"Me too," echoed the other three.

"I don't believe it," she said smiling proudly. "What are the odds? I never expected to pop the cherry of one virgin and I popped the cherry of five." She looked at them again. "Except for Freddie, who I just fucked silly, all are virgins?"

"Yes," they all answered nearly together.

"That's terrible. What's wrong with you guys? I lost my virginity twenty years ago, when I was 15-years-old and my boyfriend was the same age. Have times changed that much? Here it is modern times, 1968, in the midst of the sexual revolution and all of your guys are still virgins at 18-years-old. I lost my virginity seventeen years ago, when all of you were 1-year-old," she said with a laugh. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, now, won't we? We can't have you going through another birthday without getting laid. I need to make you all some first time, sexual memories."

She took another big drag of her cigarette, before extinguishing it in the ashtray and letting out another big cloud of smoke.

"Okay, who's first? Who wants to dip their cock in my pussy, first?" When no one responded and when no one volunteered, she pointed to Ralph and Anthony. "Okay, you and you," she said to them. "Let's go in the bedroom where we'll be more comfortable. Follow me boys, so that I can make you men."

I watched Kathleen lead the way to the bedroom with Ralph and Anthony in tow giggling behind her. She had such a nice ass. Never have I met anyone so comfortable with being naked. They were both so excited that they were giving one another high fives and clowning around punching each other in the shoulder and giggling like school girls. Once in her bedroom, Kathleen sat on the bed waiting for them to stop goofing around.

"You guys act like children. Come here," she said to Ralph. "You've gone soft. Let me suck you hard, again." 

He walked to her and she fondled his semi-erect cock, while looking up at him with her sexy blue eyes, before stroking it to an erection and then taking in her mouth to blow him again. As soon as she started blowing Ralph again, I got an erection. It was so hot to watch Kathleen give Ralph a blowjob. I stood in the doorway watching the action, while Joey and Stephen sat on the couch with their backs to the sexual activity going on behind them.

After all the stories that Stephen told us about seeing his big sister naked and after all the stories that Joey told us about seeing his mother naked and seeing down the blouses of so many women in the supermarket, they're disinterested behavior surprised me, as much as it baffled me. How could they not watch Kathleen fuck Ralph and Anthony? This was a monumental moment in our sexual development. Not only were Ralph and Anthony getting laid for the first time, but watching Kathleen fucking and sucking two men was our first group sexual experience.

I wondered what the Hell was wrong with them. They're weird. For as long as I can remember, having known them since the first grade, they've always been weird. Maybe, they're just tired from the blowjob that Kathleen gave them. Maybe, they didn't want to get too excited watching the action between Kathleen, Ralph, and Anthony, while waiting for their turn, but if it was me, I'd be standing there, as I was standing there then, and watching the action, while hoping for another turn fucking Kathleen or getting blown by her. A memory never to forget, she was an incredible woman and I couldn't get enough of her, even if it was only watching her having sex with someone else.

I watched Kathleen remove Ralph from her mouth and climb in the middle of the bed. She made herself comfortable by arranging her pillows beneath her head and putting one in the small of her back. Definitely, no doubt, as if she was a professional call girl or hooker, she had done this before.

"No," she said when Ralph tried to mount her. "I'm not wet enough, yet. Go down on me, first. Lick my pussy. Eat me." She looked at him sitting motionless at the end of the bed. "What? What's wrong? You never licked a pussy before? Oh, for Christ's sakes."

Ralph turned to look at me. He looked scared. This was his first pussy licking experience and I could commiserate with the feeling, since Kathleen was the first pussy that I ever licked, only a mere few hours ago. I gave him the thumbs up sign and waved him with a nod of encouragement to go ahead. Ralph got between her legs and started gently licking her gradually at first, until she grabbed him by his ears and pulled his head forward. She mashed his whole face in her cunt. Oh, my God, knowing what she wanted, when she wanted it, she was a sexual animal.

"C'mon, don't be afraid. Lap me, bitch," she said. "You lick me like a cat lapping milk. Move your tongue around in there," she said as she moved his head around, while holding it between her hands. "Fuck me with your finger and tickle my clit, while licking me. I'd like to get off, too, you know," she said with a bit of impatient hostility.

Gees, I never heard her talk like that. She never talked like that to me. Yeah, she grabbed my head, pulled me forward, and ordered me to lap her, but she never called me her bitch in the way she called Ralph, bitch. I watched Ralph wrap his arms around her thighs and bob his head up and down, while licking her. He looked as if he was getting into it and doing a good job.

"You," she said to Anthony. "You've gone soft again. What's wrong with you guys? Aren't you excited? Kneel on the bed beside me so that I can suck your cock, while your virgin friend eats my pussy."

Immediately, Anthony obeyed her, knelt on the bed, and leaned into her, while offering her his cock. I watched her stroke Anthony's cock, while Ralph was eating her pussy. She had one hand on the back of Ralph's head and her other hand around Anthony's cock.

"Okay, stick that big cock in my mouth," she said to Anthony. 

Man, could she suck cock. She was an amazing cocksucker, so amazing that I wondered how many cocks she sucked. She was going to town on his cock in the way that she went to town on my cock. It was so hot to listen to her make all those wonderful cock sucking sounds. Just as he looked like he was about to explode a load of cum in her mouth, she stopped.

"Go take your friend's place," she said to Anthony directing all the sexual action, as if she was a director on a sound stage making a pornographic film and Ralph and Anthony were her actors. "And you come up here and switch places with your friend," she said to Ralph.

I watched Anthony delicately lick her pussy, before she pulled him by his hair and mashed his face in her pussy, in the way she had done to Ralph and me.

"Like my pussy," she said to Anthony. "Lick it. Stick your finger in my hole and wiggle another finger around my clit. You guys are unbelievable. You need to learn what a woman wants and how to get a woman off, if you hope to ever get lucky again and to keep your woman happy, once you do get lucky."

Kathleen was insatiable. While Anthony was eating her pussy, she was going to town on Ralph's cock, stroking him and sucking him. 

"Okay, I'm wet enough. You can fuck me now," she said to Ralph. "Come on, come on. Mount me, before you go soft again."

Immediately, Anthony move away from in between her legs for Ralph to mount her. He looked relieved that he didn't have to lick her pussy anymore. As soon as Ralph mounted her and she started fucking him, I don't think he lasted three minutes, before he shot a load of cum in her.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she said. "It's a good thing there are four of you. Maybe, I'll at least get a decent fuck," she said with a laugh. After Ralph ejaculated inside of her, he looked as if he wanted to fall asleep on her. As if she was a wrestler in a wrestling tag team, she patted him on the back and shoved him off of her. "Next!"

Ralph climbed off of her and Anthony mounted her. He lasted longer than Ralph, maybe because he had more of a rest between her blowjob. Still, he didn't even last five minutes, before he shot a load of cum in her.

"Freddie, sweetie, come here and fuck, Mommy," she said. "I need a good fuck," she said.

Boy was I ready, even if it was sloppy thirds. Yet, I didn't even think of that then. I was just happy to get laid, again. I had been walking around with a boner for an hour.

I mounted her and immediately starting kissing her. Maybe because of all the cum she had inside of her already, but she was so slippery wet. A big deal to me before, shoving my cock in a cum filled cunt, didn't much matter to me now. I didn't even think about the thought that she had Ralph's and Anthony's cocks in her mouth, until later when they both teased me about it. Yet, wrapped up in the sexual moment of Kathleen, I didn't care. She was my Maureen O'Hara and I was getting off on making out with her, while fucking her. With her having such a fabulous body, she was so beautiful and was such a great kisser that she blanked my mind of all thoughts but her. 

Then, every once in a while, as I was fucking her, I'd lean my head down and suck her nipple. She had great tits and I loved her knockers. The other guys didn't kiss her, fondle her tits, and suck her nipples in the way that I did. They didn't make love to her, in the way that I did. She wasn't special to them in the way that she was so very special to me. They just slammed, banged, and fucked her. Maybe if they had gotten more into the moment, maybe if they had viewed her more as a lover than as a sexual aid, they would have given Kathleen some sexual pleasure, after she gave all of us so much.

With my hands beneath her and grabbing and feeling her round, firm ass, as I pushed myself deeper inside and pulled her closer, my horny hands were all over her voluptuous body. I treated her more like a romantic partner and more like a girlfriend than just a lay. Yeah, sure the sexy, love sick shine wore off some, after seeing her give blowjobs to and fucking all my friends, but she still turned me on, especially when kissing and touching her. Then, when she returned my passion with her passion, I was lost in her kisses. When I think back about how I felt about her then, with age not even a consideration, if she asked me to marry her, I would have.

Besides, imagine all the great pillow talk sessions we could have had with her telling me about all of her prior lovers and sexual experiences. I wonder how many other gangbang trains she pulled and how many men she fucked and sucked. I wondered if she was ever in the swinging lifestyle. I wondered if she had ever been to a nudist colony. Yet, as soon as I thought of all those questions to ask her, I quickly forgot them because my cock felt so good in her pussy and my tongue felt so incredible in her mouth. The only question that I still have now is, I wonder where she is, who's she with, and what she doing? 

Still not long enough to sexually satisfy her, I lasted longer this time. I broke Anthony's five minute record going nine minutes based on my Timex watch. I must have made Anthony and Ralph horny because they both had enormous erections and, after I climbed off her, they jumped on either side of her on the bed and started touching her, kissing her, and sucking her tits, before they both fucked her again. 

A time before AIDS, no one wore condoms back then, especially with someone like Kathleen, who told us that she was on the pill. Yet, I wonder, what if she wasn't on the pill and what if she had used us to get her pregnant. Maybe having a baby was her personal agenda. I have no idea and didn't even think about that then. A 32-year-old woman alone and without a man in her life, maybe, she wanted just wanted to have a baby without having the complications of a husband. 

At that point, I really didn't care what her personal agenda was. She was giving us all sex and we were all happy. Finally, for now, I was done. I had cum off three times, fucking her twice, and getting a blowjob once. Sexually satisfied, I was ready for a nap. Only, I wanted to see Kathleen cum. For all that she did for us, I wanted to make sure that she got off, too. Willing to do anything to help give her the pleasure that she so deserved, ready to call in the reserves for them to get in there and fuck Kathleen, I turned looking for Joey and Stephen.

To be continued... 



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 14



Chapter Fourteen - When it cums to gay sex, boys will be boys 

I was about to yell out and call for reinforcements but, for some reason I just turned my head instead and looked in the living room. Ready to call in the reserves for them to get in there and give Kathleen a good fuck, while hoping that between the five of us we could make her climax, I was looking for Joey and Stephen to come help When I turned my head to look for them and to see where they were and what they were doing, I couldn't believe my eyes.

I saw Stephen and Joey kissing. Kissing. They were kissing. I couldn't believe it. They weren't kissing just a little bit; they were going at it like horny Prom dates. They were French kissing. Gross. Yuck. I was sick to my stomach thinking about kissing Joey or kissing Stephen and there they were making out with one another. 

My childhood friends, my best buddies, shocked and dismayed, I couldn't believe my eyes. They must have thought they were alone. Certainly, they didn't see me; otherwise, they'd never do what they were doing in front of me. Perhaps they figured the three of us; Ralph, Anthony, and I were still in the bedroom fucking Kathleen, while having our little foursome.

Yet, this small apartment had no doors. Kathleen had removed them all to strip off the paint and, since I had already fucked Kathleen, I allowed Ralph and Anthony to go in alone, while I stood outside the door and watched and waited for my turn again. Unless we were all squashed together on her small bed, there was barely room enough in her bedroom for two people, never mind four.

Actually, already exhausted from painting and from all the sexual activity, I was about to take a nap on the couch, that is, until I saw Joey and Stephen going at one another, while sitting together on the sofa. There was a mirror on the floor that was angled perfectly at the couch and from where I stood, when looking down from my standing position, I could see their reflection in the mirror. Had they not been so preoccupied with one another, surely, they would have seen me, too. Removing them on the pretense of painting, Kathleen had moved all the mirrors around the apartment in similar fashion, no doubt, to give whoever was there the perfect action shots, without making it appear that the mirrors had been purposely placed there. 

Yet, as much as I could have moved away, I couldn't stop looking, staring, actually. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not that there's anything wrong with gay sex, today, but back then it was forbidden, especially in my small neighborhood. Never in a million years would I have suspected that my two, childhood friends were not only gay but also hot for one another. In hindsight, now, that I think about it, they were always together. I wondered how long this had been going on or if this really was just their first time.

I mean, really, it was just a kiss, albeit a French kiss. French kissing one another doesn't make them gay, does it? Only, they were both sitting there naked and they both had erections. Growing to the evidence of their sexual orientation, certainly French kissing and having erections, made me suspect my worst fears as true. Yet, giving them the benefit of the doubt, maybe they have erections from seeing Kathleen naked. Hating to admit it, I suspected they had erections from seeing one another naked?

Flabbergasted, I stood there in stunned silence, while watching their homosexual show, especially when Joey moved his hand and grabbed Stephen's cock. My mouth dropped, when Joey touched Stephen's cock. He actually had his hand and his fingers wrapped around Stephen's cock. He was touching, feeling, fondling, and holding Stephen's cock in his hand. Then, he started slowly stroking him, while kissing him. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it.

Joey was giving Stephen a hand job. Then, Stephen took Joey's cock in his hand. Now, Stephen had his hand and fingers around Joey's cock and was slowly stroking him, too. Stephen was giving Joey a hand job. They were each jerking one another off, while making out. Shocked, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. I didn't know what to do.

What the Hell? With Kathleen naked in the other room, here they are about to get laid for the first time in their lives, instead, they're sitting on the couch giving one another a hand job and having gay sex. They only stopped stroking one another to fondle one another. Yet, there they were jerking one another off, while kissing, kissing, and French kissing.

Not wanting them to see me, I ducked back in Kathleen's bedroom and peeked out at their reflections in the mirror. When I looked back, they had moved to the sixty-nine position. Oblivious to the mirror reflecting their homosexual activity, was it not for the mirror angled to reflect the couch, I never would have known where they were and what they were doing, that is, unless I walked to the couch and looked over the back of it. Joey was sucking Stephen's cock and Stephen was sucking Joey's cock. Shocked wasn't the word. Somehow I felt betrayed. Two of my best friends were gay. How can that be? How could I not know? Now, I wondered, merely by association, if I was gay, too. Now, I wondered, if their gayness was a contagious thing. Definitely, if I could control myself from being gay, I would.

'Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I couldn't believe Joey and Stephen were gay.'

In a world where everything was always the same, much simpler times, when excitement for us was watching Mission Impossible, I Spy, and Bonanza on television, and James Bond in the movies, gay sex between friends was never a topic of discussion. Gay sex was a sin against the God and the Catholic Church. Gay sex wasn't allowed in my small, Mafia controlled neighborhood. Now, here it was right in my face. Years later, those same Caucasian old men, the priests we trusted, who spent their lives to make us all feel guilty, were all violating children in the rectory, under the full knowledge and protection of the Bishops, the Cardinals, and the Catholic Church.

Although, at first, I was offended, these were my childhood friends, after all. How could I stop liking them? Nonetheless, I couldn't believe they were gay or experimenting or whatever the Hell they were doing. Even though I was disturbed by their homosexuality, I couldn't stop myself from watching them blowing one another. Having never seen gay sex before, I was seeing it now right in front of me. Had they looked up even once they would have noticed my reflection in the mirror, but they were too busy, kissing, French kissing, feeling one another up, making out, masturbating one another, and now blowing one another.

I had never seen two guys suck one another's cock before and, to be honest, as disconcerting as it was, as if I was watching the aftermath of a horrible car accident, I was more than a little bit grossed out but not sickened enough to stop watching what they'd were doing. These were my best friends. I had known them all my life. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I was curious to see how far they'd go. Even though I didn't think they'd blow one another, when they were just kissing and giving one another a hand job, sure enough, there they were blowing one another. I mean, kissing is one thing and, okay, a hand job is the next step, but I never thought they'd voluntarily take a cock in their mouths. I was sure of that. I never thought they'd suck one another's cock.

I wondered what suddenly happened to make them turn gay. The only thing that I could think of was that it had to be Kathleen walking around naked that got them all turned and twisted around. Perhaps, she made them so sexually excited that they didn't know what in the Hell they were doing and with who they were doing it with. It had to be the blowjob that she gave them that made their brains crazy with lustful desire for one another. Yeah, that must be it. Of course, that has to be it.

I looked back at Ralph and Anthony. They were giving Kathleen her money's worth. After needing to take a shower from watching the gay show that Joey and Stephen were putting on, it was quite the show watching the heterosexual threesome of Anthony, Ralph, and Kathleen go at one another. They were still on the bed with Anthony and Ralph getting ready to fuck Kathleen again. I figured they both should last longer this time. I figured they'd be fucking her for the next twenty minutes, at least, anyway.

I couldn't believe that I was witness to a live homosexual sex show going on in one room and a heterosexual show happening in the other room. I didn't know where to look. To my right were my friends, Ralph and Anthony fucking or getting ready to fuck Kathleen and to my left were Joey and Stephen lying on the couch blowing one another. Not wanting to miss anything, even the gay show, my head was moving back and forth, as if I was at a tennis match watching Arthur Ashe and Jimmy Connors play. Already on sexual overload, I was surrounded by sex and sexual activities everywhere I turned. 

Now, looking back and remembering the activities of that day, it was akin to being in the back of a bar in Tijuana or in a smoke filled room in Bangkok. Never had I witnessed this extent of sexual activity, until I tried the swinging lifestyle myself more than a decade later. Only, even then, in the orgy rooms filled with a bunch of swingers or at a house party with a select group of invited swingers, homosexual sex was always discouraged, whereas sex between two women was always encouraged. Yet, again the double standard rears its ugly head, even in the swinging lifestyle, especially in the swinging lifestyle, homosexuality wasn't allowed. 

Now, it all made more sense to me. I found it curious that both Joey and Stephen appeared a bit embarrassed, when they saw Kathleen naked. Both were a bit reticent to have sex with her, even after she willingly offered them her body. Unlike Ralph, Anthony, and I, willing and ready to be part of the sexual action with her, we couldn't wait for her to suck us and fuck her. Being that they were both virgins, as we all were, I figured Stephen and Joey were just shy. I never figured them for being gay. 

Then, looking back, there were all those times we used to go midnight skinny dipping off the pier in Boston Harbor. While the rest of us were diving off the pier and swimming, always, they'd disappeared somewhere in the dark. We figured they were still swimming in the water down by the other end to get away from the sting of the jellyfish, but they always appeared together naked way down by the far end of the wharf. 

"Hey," said Ralph, "what were you two doing down there alone in the dark, blowing one another?"

"Fuck you," said Stephen.

"Homos," said Ralph.

"Fuck you," said Joey.

As all guys did back then, we used to tease one another about being gay, even though we knew that none of us were gay. We used to tease Joey and Stephen about blowing one another, even though we knew they never would. After all the stories that Joey told us about lusting over his mother and all the stories that Stephen told us about his naked sister, we never suspected for a minute that they were gay or would ever blow one another.

Now here they were acting gay and having gay sex. I couldn't help but wonder if all of our teasing about them being gay made them gay. Nah, probably, their mothers made them gay or they were just born gay, I guess. Figuring this wasn't the first time they had gay sex, I wondered now, if they were pleasuring one another back then, having gay sex, and sucking one another's cock, when we went skinny dipping. Probably, no doubt, they were.

I recalled the conversation that Stephen had admitted to Kathleen that he thought of his teacher when he jerked off.

"Who do you imagine me to be," said Kathleen to Stephen.

"I imagine you to be my teacher," said Stephen.

Now, Stephen's teacher was a man and I gave him the benefit of the doubt, while figuring and hoping that he was thinking of the Art teacher, Julie, because she's a little hottie and is young, shapely, and blonde or the music teacher, Mrs. Moran because she has big tits and was always bending over us showing us her cleavage. The fact that Stephen admitted to us all that he fantasizes about his teacher, Mr. Wallace, really grossed me out. What's wrong with him? How could he be gay? He's one of my best friends.

Now, that I've witnessed Stephen with Joey, I still can't believe that Stephen fantasizes about sucking off or being sucked off by his old, homeroom teacher, Mr. Wallace. It made me wonder if Mr. Wallace is gay, just as it made me wonder if Stephen and Mr. Wallace had already gotten together and done one another, after graduation. If he hasn't already, it made me wonder, if after this little experiment with Joey, Stephen would take things a step further with Mr. Wallace, now that he's already graduated from high school and no longer has that teacher and student moral code issue.

Nonetheless, even though, it was obvious to me now that both Joey and Stephen were gay, it wasn't as obvious to me how they became that way. Were they born gay? Was it something that happened in their childhood that made them gay. Maybe it was a strong mother influence over a weak father influence. Now that I remember, sexually attracted to his Mom, Joey was always talking about his mother.

To be continued... 



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 15



Chapter Fifteen, "I love you, Mommy!" 

Then, now that I think of it, Joey was always sexually fantasizing about his mother. He was always talking about himself being incestuously intimate with his Mom.

"My Mom has a nice body. I'd love to fuck her. I wish she'd suck my cock."

"Gross, Joey," said Ralph. "That's so fucked up sexually fantasizing about your own mother."

Definitely, Joey was a Mamma's boy but, now that I know he's gay, I never thought of him as being that kind of Mamma's boy, if you know what I mean. Even though he's the most perverted one of my friends, I never thought he'd have incestuous sex with his mother. His Mom was a single mother and Joey's Dad had never been around. Much like so many of our father's living in the North End of Boston, we figured that Joey's father was in jail. Some speculate that Joey's Mom had Joey out of wedlock and was never married. We all wondered what the real story was but Joey wasn't talking. 

From puberty, Joey spent years trying to see his mother naked and, as confessed to us, he caught her plenty of times. Apparently, once she discovered he was looking, she wasn't too shy about walking around their small apartment in just her panty and bra and/or a flimsy, transparent bathrobe that never fully closed all the way, so he said.

"My Mom is always walking around in her bathrobe that has a missing button by her breasts and another missing button by her pussy. I can't tell you how many times I've seen bits and pieces of her tits and pussy," said Joey with a sick look on his face.

"That's fucked up, Joey," said Ralph reprimanding him just enough, without saying too much that would discourage him from telling us more about the incestuous relationship he had or hoped to have with his mother.

"While watching TV, she sits across from me on the couch with her legs open enough for me to see her panties or her pussy," said Joey.

"As if she's the Virgin Mary, my Mom sits, as if her knees are cemented together," said Anthony. "I've never seen so much as my mother's bra strap." 

Maybe Joey's mother knew he had gay tendencies and was trying to seduce him, hoping to turn him heterosexual, something we know now that's impossible to do. Still our best storyteller, whether Joey was making the whole thing up and telling us the stories that we all wanted to hear, it really didn't matter. We all relied on his stories to masturbate over later and, no doubt, to make us think that he was one of us, a heterosexual, horny man with a brain filled with incestuous thoughts.

"When she drinks wine, sometimes she falls asleep on the couch with her bathrobe opened enough for me to see her panty and bra, sometimes, even her tits and pussy," said Joey. "I had to help her up to bed several times," he said giving us the assurance that he was telling us the truth by nodding his head. "A few times, I even helped her remove her bathrobe to help her on with her nightgown."

"Fuck you, liar! You saw your mother naked," said Anthony, "while helping her on with her nightgown? No way! I don't believe you, Joey."

"Yes, I did," said Joey, "more than once. She was so drunk that I even got plenty of feels of her tits and ass. Once, I even fingered her pussy."

Even though we all knew incestuous sex was wrong, even though we'd never try to have sex with our own mothers, and even though we only believed half of what he told us, hearing Joey talk about seeing and feeling his mother's body always made us all horny. After one of Joey's storytelling sessions, we'd always masturbate over all that he said later than night, while thinking about Joey having sex with his mother, us having sex with our own mothers and/or the mothers of others, too.

Joey confessed to us multiple times, over whist games in the park, all the times he saw his Mom's tits, ass, and pussy. Being that he was always telling tall tales, we didn't believe him. We never knew what and how much to believe. Yet, wanting to believe him, he always told a good story that we were always eager to hear.

"In the summertime, on those really hot days," he said. "My Mom goes to bed naked and, every morning, while waiting for the sunrise to light up her room enough for me to see, I sneak in her room to awaken her. Rubbing her eyes first, while stretching and yawning and kicking off the rest of the sheet that covers her pussy, slowly she'd reach for the sheet to cover her nakedness but sometimes, still half asleep and/or half drunk, she didn't even bother to hide her nudity from me."

Even though we didn't believe him that his mother slept in the nude, even though we didn't believe him that he saw his mother naked, when we never saw our mothers naked, we all took the vision of his mother lying naked on top of the covers away with us to our bedrooms that night. Especially the way that he told it, stopping and pausing at the right times for us to imagine what he was seeing or imagining all that he imagined he saw, he told a good story. With our hands around our cocks later that night, we all imagined ourselves as Joey walking into his mother's room and seeing her naked or walking in our mother's room and seeing our mother's naked.

We always wondered how much was true and how much was figments of his imagination. Still, it was sexually exciting to imagine that it was all true and his stories, especially the incestuous ones with his mother, made for really hot conversation, especially, at the time, before Kathleen, when we weren't getting any sexual action ourselves. Which is why it was such a big, sexual deal for us, when Kathleen walked her dog three times a day, climbed the cemetery fence, and flashed us all her panties. Five young testosterone filled, virginal men, we were masturbation machines.

Even though Joey continued his down blouse stories of seeing women in the supermarket, Stephen retold his story of seeing his sister naked, after her shower, and Anthony still swore that he saw Maryanne naked, seeing Kathleen's panties on a regular basis was the only real time that we saw anything sexual. Oh, my God, when I think of how we were all so excited that first few times to see a flash of panty, that was so hot to see Kathleen's white or pastel panties. Now, unfortunately, after seeing and feeling every part of Kathleen's shapely, naked body, merely seeing her panty will never be the same.

Still, when we thought about the scenario of Joey seeing his mother naked, it all made sense what Joey said about his mother sleeping naked because no one had air conditioning back then, just the rich people. And, because it was so hot in our stuffy, small apartments, many of us slept naked in our underwear. With Kathleen flashing us her panties in conjunction with Joey's incestuous stories, we were all masturbating, no less than, four times a day.

"My Mom pretended to be embarrassed, but almost every day, especially on those days that the temperature climbed with the humidity, it'd play out the same way. She didn't move fast enough for me not to catch a glimpse of her naked body. She'd quickly throw a sheet over herself, while I brought her some coffee and toast and sat on the bed to talk. Then, as we talked and she moved around on the bed, the sheet would slowly slide down exposing most of her breast. She'd leave it like that acting, as if she didn't know her breasts, areolas, and nipples were exposed to me."

"Fuck you, Joey. You're lying. You expect us to believe that your Mom is sitting in bed topless, while drinking her coffee, as you stare at her tits," said Ralph, no doubt angry that he didn't have a similar vision at home.

"Because my Mom has a bad back, after working all week, I give my Mom back massages on Sundays."

"Get outta here, Joey," said Ralph. "No one gives their Mom a back massage."

None of the rest of us ever gave our Moms a back massage, we all had Dads and that was their job to do that. Other than to hug our mothers on their birthdays, Valentine's Day, or on Mother's Day, none of us so much as touched our mother's hand.

"Just wearing her panty, she'd call me to come in her room, when she's read," said Joey. "She'd be lying on her stomach topless with the sheet covering her from the waist down. I could see the whole sides of her squished tits."

"Yeah, okay, Joey. Tell us some more lies," said Ralph, no doubt, hoping that Joey would, so that he could go home to masturbate over all that Joey had said about massaging his mother's back.

"I removed my underwear and go in to her bedroom just wearing my pajama bottoms. Then, as soon as I get an erection from giving my Mom a back massage and from seeing the sides of her squished tits and parts of her panty, my cock would accidentally on purpose slip out of my pee hole," he said with a sick, little laugh. "While kneeling on the bed, with a knee on each side of her hips, I'd rub my erect cock against my mother's sheet covered ass and, a couple of times, I even dripped a little pre-cum on her sheet, but she never said anything."

"Now I know you're making this shit up, Joey. How can your mother not notice you humping her ass with your little prick," said Ralph. "Maybe you're telling the truth. With your cock being so small, maybe she didn't notice you humping her ass," said Ralph with a laugh.

"Blow me," said Joey. Now that I think of his favorite retort being blow me, now that I know he's gay, I can't help but wonder if he really wished that Ralph would blow him. Undeterred by Ralph's insulting interruptions, he continued. "She falls asleep, as soon as I start massaging her back," said Joey with a sly laugh and an answer for everything.

We didn't believe that one either, but now, suddenly, I do. He was such a little pervert. Even though we didn't believe him, we all wanted to believe him. His stories gave us lots of masturbation material. While fantasizing that it was our mothers that we were massaging, we all used to jerk off over Joey's stories about his mother and over her showing her naked body to him. We even jerked off over his cock falling out of his pajamas. We all wished we had mothers like Joey's mom. All of our Moms were fat and weren't as young and as good looking at Joey's Mom. A real MILF, before the MILF acronym was even invented, Joey's Mom had a great figure. She was hot.

"Did you ever flash you Mom your cock?" Ralph looked at Joey with as much disgust as he did with sexual excitement.

"I tried giving her a show a couple of times, but I was always up before she was. Yet, hanging around my bedroom naked, while pretending that I was getting dressed, whenever she came in my room to put away the laundry, she caught me naked plenty of times. A couple of times she caught him jerking off," said Joey.

That was one story we believed because he was always jerking off and even our own mothers caught us masturbating.

"Knowing the little pervert that you are, Joey, I believe that story," said Ralph.

"Yeah, I did," said Joey.

"You would expose yourself to your mother," said Ralph. "You're nothing but a little pervert, an incestuous pervert."

"Blow me," said Joey.

"Homo," said Ralph.

He told us that they never talked about sex and that when she caught him, she'd just say, "sorry" and leave his room closing his door behind her. He told us that he was always fantasizing about his mom, when jerking off. With all of us only having one small bathroom, he told us more than a few times that he walked in on her, while she was taking a shower on the pretense that he had to pee really bad.

"Mom, I have to pee real bad."

"Just don't flush the toilet, Honey and no peeking," he told us she always said. 

Yet, he always peeked. The shower curtain didn't close all the way or maybe she didn't close it all the way, knowing her little perverted son would pretend that he had to pee to sneak another peek at her naked body.

"Yet, after I peed, when I stood in front of the sink, taking m time, while washing my hands, I could see her naked reflection in the bathroom mirror.

He took great relish in describing her body, her ass, tits, and pussy to us. He was so convincing that his stories were hard not to believe. Joey definitely had a thing for his Mom. He was infatuated with him mother, an understatement. He was always talking about her. We used to call him Norman Bates, after we all saw the movie Psycho.

His Mom was cute, 5'3" with B cup tits, maybe 110 pounds, and had brown hair. We always asked him if we could stay over, especially in the summertime when his mom supposedly slept naked, but he never invited us. We were all so horny back then. I even asked him to take a photo of her with my Polaroid black and white camera, but he never did.

Now, that I've witnessed this little display of affection between Joey and Stephen, it made me wonder what other incestuous, sexual games Joey's mom played with him that made him like this. Much like which came first the chicken or the egg, it was a time when none us knew, except for human behaviorists, knew if someone was born gay or made that way. It made me wonder how far he had really gone with his Mom or if he made up the whole thing. I didn't know what to believe. Joey was always lying about everything. Moreover, it made me wonder if someone is born gay or is turned gay by what happens or doesn't happen during their sexual development. It made me wonder if his Mom had turned him gay by teasing him like that or if he was just born that way. Just as I didn't know if Joey's stories were true, I didn't know if Joey was born gay.

Certainly, I know that he was always so devoted to his Mom and overly protective of her. He was jealous when she had a couple of guys take her on a date and he questioned her afterwards, as a father would question his virginal daughter. One time, he admitted to us that he was so horny that he pretended that he had crabs, just so that his mother could examine his cock and balls and he could jerk off about it later. Truly a creative plan and one that worked, that is, unless he made the whole thing up, but he sounded so convincingly believable at the time, we all bought it. Without doubt, Joey was our best storyteller.

"She never took her eyes off my cock the whole time she was examining me," said Joey with obvious sexual excitement.

"Well, yeah, you asked her to examine your cock for crabs, Joey, and she's examining you," said Ralph. "Duh!"

"As soon as I pulled down my pajama bottoms to show her my balls, I got an erection.

"Don't be embarrassed Joey. I'm your mother," he told us she said. "It's normal for you to get excited."

He told us the whole time she was staring at his cock; he was staring down inside her partially opened bathrobe at her tits. Every time she leaned forward, he said, her bathrobe opened more giving him more of a view of her areolas and nipples and every time he saw more of her tits, his cock grew bigger and harder, until it was sticking out straight and only inches from her mouth. 

"I so wanted to reach my hand down to feel his tits. I wished she'd beat me off, while I was feeling her tits," said Joey. "Then, here comes the good part," he said.

"I'm sorry, Joey, Honey," he told us she said, "but Mommy has to handle your penis to lift it out of the way to check underneath," he told us, she said.

"If your cock was sticking out straight, Joey," said Ralph with skepticism, "then why did your mother have to lift it out of the way?"

We thought we had caught him in a lie. We thought he had ruined the story. Disappointed that we thought we caught him lying and that his stories were untrue, we wanted to believe everything he said. Yet, he explained what happened or maybe he just lied some more. Definitely, he'd make a great lawyer or negotiator.

"She moved it out of the way, before I got a really big erection. It was only semi-erect," he said. We believed him because we wanted to believe him. We needed the fodder for tonight, when we were alone and horny and had our hand around our cocks. "Yet, as soon as she touched my cock, as soon as she held it in her hand, she never let it go."

He said he couldn't believe it, when she picked it up with her fingertips and held it in her hand. Immediately, he got so hard, while she held his cock in her hand. Even though all of us guys didn't buy that, we still jerked off later that night over what Joey told us happened between him and his mom. Even though we all said that she could have asked him to lift his cock out of the way himself, we still believed him, when he told us that she did.

Then, he told us the best part. After his Mom checked his cock and balls and found no sign of crabs, he told her that he was really still itchy. He stood there scratching his cock and balls in front of her making it all raw and red. She went to her bedroom and returned with hand cream, whereupon she rubbed hand cream all over his cock and balls. With hand cream coating her hand, she stroked his cock to an even harder and bigger erection. He had her do that twice a day for three days, until she threatened to take him to see a doctor, after he had exploded cum all over his mother's hand. Miraculously, his crab condition cleared up on its own.

We didn't believe him back then. Still, it was a good story, especially the part about the hand cream and his mother stroking his cock, until he exploded cum all over her hand. Alone in our rooms that night, we could just imagine his mom rubbing hand cream the length of his cock and all over his balls, while giving him a hand job. Now, if what he said was true, then there was no way for her to apply the hand cream without stroking his cock a little bit. He told us that he had an erection the whole time and nearly came off every time she applied the cream to his cock and balls and really did cum off the last time she applied the cream to his cock.

He was always telling stories, just as he probably made up the story about the woman leaning over the cheese case and not wearing a bra, he probably made up these stories about his mother, too. Now, I wonder if his stories were all true, especially since he's obvious gay. Why would he lie about his mom, if he's gay? Still, it was hot to think of Joey's Mom with her hand around his cock, while kneeling between his legs to examine his penis and balls for crabs, just as it was even hotter to think of her applying hand cream to his cock and stroking him, just before he ejaculated all over his mother's hand.

"Wow!"

We all wish we had thought of that as an excuse for our moms to give us a hand job. We all wished that we had the balls to try that with our own moms or aunts or sisters, but we didn't. Still, when we thought of Joey's story, we inserted our moms, aunts, and sisters in our own perverse sexual fantasy. We all jerked off over the image of Joey's mom giving her son an accidental hand job, while putting skin crème on his erect prick.

He said that she wrapped her soft, little hand around his engorged prick and held it the entire time she was checking him out and that her face, her mouth, actually, was only inches away from his cock. If he ejaculated then, he would have cummed all over her lips. He even told us that she stroked him a little, but we definitely didn't believe that. He said that her stroking him was an involuntary act.

"C'mon, seriously Joey," said Ralph. "What the Hell? You're such a little pervert." 

Yet, even though we didn't believe that his Mom had stroked him a little bit or about the hand cream, or that he exploded cum all over his mother's hand, we all still jerked off later that night thinking about Joey's Mom checking him for crabs and stroking him, while putting lotion on his cock. Then, again, we wondered, what if Joey was telling the truth about his mother. Moreover, what if he and his mom did more than what he told us. It wouldn't surprise us if they were having sex.




Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 15



Just as there still is today, there was a lot of incest going on back then. Who would know what they did behind closed doors? Maybe that's why Joey is gay today, because she forced herself on him. Maybe his gayness is from being sexually abused. Maybe his mother, other than birthing him, has nothing to do with her son being gay.

He told us that he could feel his mother's breath on his cock, his mother's mouth was so close to his prick, while examining his cock. He told us that he beat off three times a day to her checking his penis, holding his cock, and rubbing hand cream on him twice a day for three days for months and still does, sometimes, when he's really horny. Yet, seeing Joey and Stephen blowing one another was, by far, more shocking than all the stories, whether imagined or real, that Joey told us about a mother's love for her son and son's incestuous lust for his mother.

I kept looking from my two friends with Kathleen to look back to see what Joey and Stephen were doing. Then, as if I wasn't shocked and grossed out enough, seeing their erect pricks buried in one another's mouth, I couldn't believe it when they both exploded cum in one another's mouth.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 16



Chapter Sixteen - "Now What Should I Do?"



After watching Joey blow Stephen and Stephen blow Ralph, after watching them cum in one another's mouth, I was as shocked, as much as I was disturbed by the sight of two of my best friends having gay sex. Now what should I do? Should I rat on them? Should I tell the guys that Joey and Stephen just gave one another a blowjob? Should I tell them that they're gay lovers? They'd never believe me. I still don't believe it myself.

Should I tell them that they were jerking off one another before giving one another a blowjob? Should I tell them that they were making out and French kissing? What should I tell them, if I should tell them anything at all? Or should I keep quiet and let them stay in the closet, until they admit their sexual preference and tell everyone themselves that they're gay and had gay sex? Being that they were still my friends, albeit gay friends, I decided to keep their shocking secret.

Suddenly, I felt myself maturing. Maybe it's none of my business what they do behind closed doors, but they were out in the open, as if hoping to get caught. Maybe, they were just experimenting. Yeah, that's it. They were just experimenting. Sure, a first time for everything, only, I never experimented with gay sex. Yet, what the Hell does that even mean anyway? Just as I never kissed another guy, I never gave a guy a hand job or sucked another guy's cock. I never wanted to experiment with another man. I'm happy being a straight guy and can't even imagine being a gay guy. 

Maybe, in the moment, after Kathleen had gotten them so aroused by giving them both a blowjob, their first blowjob, they were caught up in the moment of receiving a blowjob and were curious what it was like to give a blowjob. Yeah, that's probably it, but I was aroused, too, when Kathleen gave me a blowjob and I didn't feel the need to blow one of my male friends. Then, I thought, what if this wasn't the first time? What if that wasn't their first blowjob?

What if they had sucked one another off before? What if they had sucked off other guys before? What if, when they're not with us, they hang out around train station and bus terminal restrooms, as in that novel, the Midnight Cowboy. I read the book in '65 and read recently that they were making a movie from the book with Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voight? Wow. Suddenly, Harry Nilsson's Midnight Cowboy theme song, Everybody's Talkin', endlessly played through my mind. Suddenly, I pictured Stephen wearing cowboy boots with a big cowboy hat and Joey playing the part of Ratso Rizzo. Suddenly, I thought of the both of them wearing black leather and nipple clips or one of them dressed as a woman Stop it! 

Nah, I'm being crazy. Just because they're gay doesn't mean they're perverted and would have sex with anyone for the sake of having sex. Does it? Joey is a pervert, though, but that was when he was a straight pervert. What does that make him now, normal or a gay pervert? All of this is so confusing. Not being gay myself, I didn't understand any of it. Barely still a virgin, I've only had sex the one time with one woman.

I caught movement in the mirror and stepped back out of the reflection. Until I thought this out, I didn't want them to see me and them to know that I knew their dirty, little secret. I didn't want them to know that I saw them blowing one another. I waited a few seconds, before leaning back in to see their reflection in the mirror. They switched positions and were sitting upright now. Moving out of the way just in time, I was glad that I moved out of my reflection. Surely, they would have seen me standing there. How could they not? Without doors on any of the rooms, it wasn't that big of an apartment.

I took a step and leaned forward to look in the mirror to see what they were doing. They were just talking. Only the fact still remained that they just had gay sex and are gay. Suddenly, I envisioned them both hanging out in gay bars and loosing contact with their neighborhood buddies, the guys they grew up with, and disowning us all for their gay friends, Chad, Todd, Bruce, and Jeremy or whatever. Suddenly, I was sad. I imagined Joey becoming a famous hair designer and Stephen a fashion designer or both going in business together as home decorators. Suddenly, I was out of my mind nuts with stupid thoughts. They're gay. So what?

I wondered what reaction the guys would have. I mean, I'm fairly opened minded, but I was stunned. Having known them most of my life, I never figured Joey and Stephen were gay. Watching them together sexually was the most unbelievable thing I had ever seen. I never would have guessed that horny little Joey, who always fantasized about his mother jerking him off and blowing him was gay and Stephen, who always talked about seeing his sister naked was gay, too. I don't think Ralph and Anthony would be as understanding, as I was about such worldly things. 

They blew one another. They really blew one another. They're both cocksuckers. I was still in shock. First, I couldn't believe I saw Joey and Stephen kissing one another, French kissing and making out. Then, I couldn't believe I saw them jerking one another off, stroking one another's cocks. And now, I couldn't believe that they blew one another and ejaculated in one another's mouths. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. With gay sex trumping first time sex, seeing Joey and Stephen together superseded what happened between Kathleen and I.

I guess it wouldn't have bothered me as much, if they weren't my childhood friends from the neighborhood. It may not have bothered me as much had I not witnessed it and had I had time to become accustomed to and understand the idea of them being gay. It was just a shock. Of all people, Joey and Stephen, I never suspected them as being gay lovers.

Now that they were done, now that I witnessed the whole thing, I didn't want them to see me, as much as I didn't want to look at them. I didn't want them to know that I knew their dirty, little secret. I didn't want to embarrass them and ruin a friendship by being party to and having the closeted knowledge of them being gay. Taking a deep breath of the testosterone, I walked back in the room where Ralph and Anthony were taking turns fucking Kathleen. Suddenly, glad that I was a straight man, I could feel my testosterone welling up inside me and hardening my cock, by the mere sight of Kathleen naked. Even though there's nothing wrong with being gay, thank God I'm not gay. I have enough problems being Italian.

Even though I'm not gay and/or don't have any thoughts about being gay, watching my two friends give one another a blowjob gave me an erection. Now, I wondered if I was gay, too. So as not to have their gayness rub off on me, being that I was an 18-years-old virgin, just a few hours before, what did I know? I convinced myself that my erection was from watching Ralph and Anthony with Kathleen, which it may have been and, hopefully, it was. The three of them were going at one another like dogs in heat and really having hot sex.

I walked in the room, just as Ralph collapsed in a chair. Now, Anthony was fucking Kathleen doggie style. She was bent over the bed with her ass wiggling way up in the air, while Anthony, slamming his cock inside of her, fucked her really hard. I slid across the bed and down between Kathleen's arms and immediately, we started making out.

I loved kissing Kathleen. She made me feel, as if I was kissing Maureen O'Hara. She blanked my mind when kissing me, which was exactly what I needed, after witnessing the gay sex between Joey and Stephen. Even after all these years, she's still number one, as the best kisser on my list of all the women I ever kissed. Always comparing one woman to the other, it's funny how my mental list of best kissers survived, after all these years. 

Then, I eased myself further back on the bed until my erect cock was in sucking range of her mouth. She teased me with her tongue, hand, and lips before immediately taking my erect cock in her mouth and sucking it, really sucking it. Man could she suck cock. If there was an award given for the best cocksucker, she'd win. Yet, even while she was blowing me, I couldn't remove the thoughts of Joey blowing Stephen and Stephen blowing Joey.

When she started making all those loud, slurping, cock sucking sounds, while sucking my cock, she focused my attention from Stephen and Joey to her. Then, she started talking dirty, real dirty to me with things that no woman would ever dare say to a man. Heating up my manly libido, glad to be a heterosexual man, definitely, she was making me feel a lot better.

"I love sucking your big prick, Freddie. Stick that hairy cock in my mouth. Do you like it when I suck you? Do you like it when I take your whole cock in my mouth and deep throat you? Do you like feeling my tongue swirling around the head of your prick? Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?"

"Oh, God, yes, yes, yes, and yes."

"Do you want to cum in my mouth, again?" She asked moving my cock from her mouth to speak.

"Yes, Kathleen, I really want to cum in your mouth," I said putting a hand on the back of her head and gently pushing her down, while I fucked her face with my hips. I could feel her take my cock deeper before she released it and did her magic with her twirling tongue around the head of my cock.

"Do you want me to swallow your cum?"

"Yes, swallow me, Kathleen. I want to watch you swallow my cum."

Because Anthony was so proactive in fucking her from behind, Kathleen was being jerked forward and every time she jerked forward, she's bounced me on the bed. It was an incredible feeling to be part of a jerking and bouncing threesome sexual chain of fucking and sucking.

She was so freaking pretty. She was my Maureen O'Hara and every time I thought of Maureen O'Hara sucking my cock, my cock got harder and I got hornier. Every time Kathleen jerked, she'd tightened her lip lock around my cock and sucked harder. She didn't even have to stroke me with her hand because she was stroking me with her mouth and lips. The feeling was incredible. I loved it when she looked up at me with her big, bright blue eyes and gave me a smile with my cock in her mouth. Seeing her looking up at me like that was an incredible sight, the sight of seeing Kathleen with my cock in her mouth, and one that I never tire of reliving even after all these years.

Just by her kisses and the way that she looked at me, I could tell then and there that she liked me, really liked me. She made me feel different from the other guys and I still felt a little bit like her special boyfriend, even though she blew my four friends and fucked Ralph and Anthony to exhaustion. She treated me better than she did them. She was more rough and impatient with them and more gentle and loving with me.

Not to mention, while Kathleen was blowing me, really sucking my cock, and making all those cock sucking sounds, I was in direct contact with my favorite parts of her body, her C cup tits. She had beautiful tits. I loved her big breasts and couldn't get enough of them. Within arms' reach, I loved feeling the weight of her big breasts, while playing with her erect nipples.

I reached both my arms forward and cupped a breast in each hand, while my fingertips were in constant contact with her big nipples. There's something about feeling hanging breasts when getting a blowjob and her breasts were so full and so firm. Her tits were so firm and so shapely. Maybe because she never had kids and because she was in shape, her breasts were still very high up and didn't sag at all.

Remembering it, as if it was yesterday, instead of more than 40-years ago, she had these big nipples that really popped out when she got excited, as she was now. When I pulled her nipples from my mouth, after sucking them, they made a noise, as if they were champagne corks being released from a pressurized bottle. It was a turn on to feel her hard nipples. She loved it when I fingered, pulled, and twisted her nipples, the harder the better. Matter of fact, weird that she was into a little bit of BDSM, I couldn't squeeze her tits hard enough for her liking. Maybe, because I loved her tits and there was no way that I could abuse her beautiful tits, I was a bit too gentle with them, which is why I couldn't squeeze them hard enough to her liking.

Then, I discovered that if I raised my foot up and angled my big toe back, by bending my knee a little, my big toe was in direct contact with her clit. She was so wet that it only took a gentle but firm touch to get a reaction from her. I was so glad that I had trimmed my toenails that morning. I never knew my toe was so flexible. As if I had another hand with a big thumb, the surprised look on her face, when I first touched her clit with my big toe made her quiver. She shot me a big, sexy, blue eyed smile. She was even prettier when she smiled and when she smiled at me and flashed her big, blue eyes at me, she melted my heart.

She loved it. She really loved my big toe. Now, with Anthony fucking her pussy doggie style, she blowing me, and me playing with her tits and nipples, while rubbing her clit with my big toe, every time Anthony humped her making her jerk forward and bounced me on the bed, this back and forth and up and down action was the perfect formula to get us all off and it did, all at the same time.

I heard Anthony yell that he was cumming and he did. He was having violent spasms, while cumming off inside of her, while Kathleen was having an obvious orgasm from my big toe massaging her clit. I don't know if it was a chain reaction or the excitement of her blowing me, while looking at me with her big blue eyes or Anthony cumming off, but I shot a load of warm, oozy cum in Kathleen's mouth, nearly the same time that Anthony unloaded himself in her pussy and Kathleen had an orgasm. I watched, as she took all my cum and swallowed. With her first blowjob just an incredible memory that I'll never forget, the second blowjob was even better than the first blowjob.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 17



Chapter Seventeen - Kathleen Has an Orgasm

As soon as Anthony came off in her pussy and I came off in her mouth, Kathleen screamed and in orgasm. I felt proud that we finally got her off. She deserved it for all that she did for us. Between Anthony's cock in her pussy, my cock in her mouth, my big toe gently but firmly rubbing her clit, and my fingers pulling and twisting her nipples, she had a violent and hard orgasm. I thought she was having a seizure but when she shot me a smile and gave me a wink, I knew we had finally, sexually satisfied her. Damn, I never thought she'd cum. To be honest, that was a lot of work and I was starting to get a cramp in my calf. Boy, that would have ruined everything.

We all collapsed on the bed in a heap. Kathleen reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock. Cum still flowed out of my cock and ran down along her hand and collected on my thigh. She leaned over and kissed me and we made out for a while, before she leaned down to lick my cock, her hand, and my thigh clean. She was such an insatiable cum slut.

I loved kissing her and that's what I miss the most, when remembering her. Not the great blowjobs or the hard, desperate fucking, but her kisses. Totally blanking my mind and delivering me to field of fragrant flowers, no one has ever kissed me like that. Only, when she was kissing me, I knew she wasn't kissing me. She was kissing someone else, a love lost, perhaps, or an unrequited love. I didn't know. I had no idea. Maybe I reminded her of someone. I found out later that I did.

"That was fucking amazing," said Kathleen. "You boys have done me in and worn me out. Oh, my God! I've never cum so much and so hard in my life, as I did today," she said putting her hands to her tits and squeezing and pushing them together, before she reached down the length of her and placed her hands on her pussy with her fingers inside. "That was wonderful. Oh, my God, suddenly, I feel like a nap," she said yawning and stretching her beautiful, naked body.

Still, it took three of us to do the job, while she got us all off over and again. We all looked over and Joey and Stephen stood in the doorway staring at the four of us, Anthony, Kathleen, and I on the bed with Ralph still collapsed in the chair sleeping. I looked down and Joey and Stephen had erections. I couldn't help but wonder if they had erections for one another or from the excited anticipation of getting ready to have sex with Kathleen and, admittedly, with a woman for the first time.

I couldn't remove the image from my mind of seeing Joey and Stephen kissing and then blowing one another. I still couldn't believe they were gay. I was in shock. Only, I wondered why they were just standing here staring. Wondering if they were staring at my cock, suddenly, I felt uncomfortably awkward that I was naked in front of them and started getting dressed.

I looked away from them wondering what was going to happen now and wondering if they were going to go through the charade of fucking Kathleen. Maybe they'd use her to prove to themselves and to us that they weren't gay, in case we suspected otherwise later and busted their balls by unmercifully teasing them. This should be good, I thought, because I don't know how someone can fake liking women in front of their straight friends, friends who've known them for years and friends who know them so well. No doubt, we'd could tell immediately if they were faking their lust for Kathleen. Moreover, we'd let them know about it by calling them gay, queer, and faggots. That's how it was back then, especially in my closed, Italian neighborhood. The residents weren't as understanding and tolerant of others, who weren't just like them.

That's probably it, of course, they'll put on a show to prove to us and maybe to themselves that there're not gay. Why else would they be standing here if not to prove something to themselves and/or to us? They'll both give Kathleen a courtesy fuck to prove to us that they aren't gay should we catch them doing gay stuff together later. It will probably be a polite little fuck with only a few humps and will be over very quickly. Maybe, while they're fucking her, they'll think of fucking one another up the ass or of blowing one another, instead of thinking of fucking Kathleen or her blowing them, just to get through it and just to be done with it and her, they're such frauds.

Understandably and undeniably, they couldn't chicken out now. It was expected of them to have sex with Kathleen, after we all had. If they didn't go through with it, at the very least, we'd berate them, call them names, and call them gay. Being that they were virgins, with women that is, it was expected of them to have sex with Kathleen. At the worst, if they didn't throw her a proper bang, we'd have our suspicions confirmed that they were, indeed, gay. I mean, I was the only one, who knew the truth that they were gay. No one else saw them together. Besides, just as Kathleen was my rite of passage, I guess, their gay fling was their rite of passage.

They were virgins and this was their chance to remove the stigma of being a virgin by doing Kathleen and by going through with this little, heterosexual charade. Maybe they won't even cum or maybe they'll cum prematurely. Maybe, they'll stand proud in front of all of us and admit that, indeed, they are gay. I didn't know. I really didn't care. All that I knew was I just had the best damn day of my life in having sex with Kathleen, my personal Maureen O'Hara.

I wondered how my friends would handle the news that Joey and Stephen were gay. I mean, there's nothing anyone can do, if they are gay. After what I witnessed, no doubt, they are, in fact, gay. Probably, knowing Ralph and Anthony, as I do, if they knew they were gay, they'd have nothing more to do with them, just as Joey and Stephen would end our friendship soon, anyway. Growing us up into men, it's funny how Kathleen changed all of that for us, prematurely, no doubt, as eventually with time, our friendships would have drifted apart, anyway.

That's how it was back then, black and white, norm and conform. There weren't any grey areas. There wasn't the tolerance of being black, just as there was no tolerance for being gay, in the way that there is now. The straights hung around with other straights and gays coexisted with other gays. It was a rare occurrence for two gay men to hang around together. Typically, especially in my neighborhood, gay men remained in the closet and didn't dare reveal their true sexual orientation for fear of a beating or worse. Even when, no doubt, a gay man would be happier living elsewhere, where there were other gay men, having grown up in this neighborhood, they didn't want to be ostracized from their family and friends.

Yet, if they do go through with having sex with Kathleen, knowing Joey as I do, he'll probably pretend that Kathleen is his mother. That's how he'll get through with having sex with her. That's how, as a gay man, he'll be able to screw a straight woman. 

Knowing Stephen as I do, he'll probably pretend that Kathleen is his older sister. He's always had the hots for his big sister. That's how he'll get through this. That's how, as a gay man, he'll be able to screw a straight woman, too.

Who knows, maybe they're bi-sexual? Maybe, they like men, as much as they like women. Lucky bastards, those bi-sexuals. Even though I'd never want to be one, with a continual supply of sexual partners, it must be so exciting to be able to have sex with both sexes. Maybe, what they did earlier was just experimenting and was the first time or maybe it's just part of their bisexuality.

Still, according to some people, unless you're gang raped in prison and forced with the threat of a bad beating or death, if you suck a cock, even just once, then you're gay. Only, fortunately for them, Kathleen saved their gay asses by having an orgasm with Anthony and I. Now, they wouldn't have to go through with their little, heterosexual charade. She was done. Show over. She was too tired to fuck anyone else. Now, they wouldn't have to fuck her. Now, they can go back to pretending that they're not gay.

"Oh, no, there are still two more of you. I lost track," she said turning her head to acknowledge Joey and Stephen standing in the doorway. She laughed. "Oops, sorry. I forgot. Only, I can't," she said she said with a shrug and a half smile. "Sorry, boys, but I'm too tired and a bit sore. I hope you understand. I'm going to have to give you two a rain check for another time. I'll make it up to you, I promise, I will. I'll give you both a proper fucking, along with a great blowjob, after I recover from all of this."

As if on a mission to prove their manhood, Joey and Stephen looked at one another and nodded. From the intensity on their faces, it was obvious that they wouldn't take no for an answer. They entered her bedroom and moved me and Anthony off the bed and out of their way. As if Somali pirates sharing their spoils of war, with Kathleen their grand prize, they were like animals in heat and were all over Kathleen touching, kissing, licking, and feeling her everywhere. Although Kathleen was worn out, their sexual attention brought her back to life and she accommodated them somewhat. Unbelievably, their actions were getting to her and the rest of us aroused, again.

Working much like a wrestling tag team, when one wasn't doing something to some part of her body, the other was. Where'd they get all this sexual energy? There were hands touching her, groping her, and feeling her everywhere. Not one to turn down sexual gratification from lovers nearly half her age, Kathleen appeared to enjoy the renewed attention, albeit without the lustful exuberance that she demonstrated before with the three of us.

Suddenly, she looked old. Suddenly, she looked tired. Suddenly, showing a look I've never seen on her face before, she looked sad. In love with her in the way that any 18-year-old young man easily falls in love with the first woman, who has taken him under her sexual wing, I was concerned for the welfare of my precious Kathleen, my imagined Maureen O'Hara. Wanting to savor her and this day forever, I didn't want my vision of her tarnished in any way, especially not by Joey and Stephen.

Joey was sucking her tits and kissing her, while Stephen parked himself between her legs and was licking her. All that I could think of was that Stephen was getting a big mouthful of Anthony's cum that he had just deposited in Kathleen's pussy. Maybe that's why he was eating her. Maybe he was pretending he was blowing Anthony. Maybe, he always wanted to blow Anthony and this was the next best thing. Maybe, that's why he was there licking Kathleen's pussy. Maybe, he enjoys snowballing. Who knows? I surely don't know. I'm not gay and I don't pretend to know what a gay man thinks about such things. 

As if it were a well choreographed dance, they switched places. Now, Stephen was all over Kathleen's tits and kissing her and Joey was licking and fingering her pussy. Never have I seen such a frenzy of sexual activity. Even more sexually active than Anthony and I, they appeared more determined to get her off, than they were on satisfying themselves. Certainly by the look of the sudden rush on her face and the sight of her erect nipples, Kathleen was seemingly enjoying the threesome experience. By her passive participation, allowing herself to be so ravished, she was obviously gaining a second wind and was beginning to really get into the sexual orgy and becoming more proactive.

She was the one who opened this Pandora's Box, after all. She was the one who seduced me and then seduced my four friends. She was the one who lured us all up to her apartment on the pretense of helping her around the house, an obvious understatement and misrepresentation of her real sexual intentions. Now, too bad for her, if she's sore and/or tired, in the way that Joey and Stephen acted, she was about to get the fucking of her life. Playing with fire, what else did she expect from five, horny, young men?

Then, just as had Anthony done, they pulled her up and bent her over. Controlling the sexual situation, Joey took a position behind her and reached up to grab her tits, as she helped direct his cock in her pussy. Stephen followed my lead and slid across the bed and fell between her arms and started kissing her. They were making out now, really making out. By their actions, definitely, Joey and Stephen weren't virgins. Virgins didn't act like this and like us, as we did, when we were with her. Virgins didn't have the sexual confidence to take such controlling command of the threesome.

Now, I wondered how true the stories were of Joey with his mother and Stephen with his older sister were. I wondered if they only told us part of the story. Maybe, all this time, Joey was fucking his mother and Stephen was screwing his sister. Wouldn't that be a twist? Boy, I'd love to hear those stories.

Stephen was kissing her, as if he were a drunken sailor on shore leave, while fondling her tits and she returned his kisses with as much lustful passion. Then, when he had enough of her lips on his lips and wanted to feel her lips on his cock, he move up the bed and impaled her mouth with his erection. She took all of him deep in her mouth, in the way she had just sucked my cock. He placed both hands behind her head and fucked her mouth, as if he was fucking her pussy. She reached down and moved his leg up and positioned his big toe on her clit, just as I had done. Apparently, she really liked the feeling of a big toe on her clit, while she was getting fucked doggie style and sucking on the cock of another man. In the way that Anthony and I were with her, the three of them were a tightly meshed and well orchestrated chain of sexual activity.

Now, with Joey fucking Kathleen and humping her forward from behind, and with Stephen's cock buried in Kathleen's mouth, he bounced Stephen on the bed up and down on the bed. Joey humped, she jerked, and Stephen bounced and humped, while they did it all over again. An amazing sight to see, Ralph, Anthony, and I stood around the bed watching little Joey fucking her, while she sucked Stephen, and as Stephen's big toe rubbed against her clit. Joey and Stephen made Ralph, Anthony, and I look like the clumsy amateurs we were. Then, they switched off again. Now, Stephen was fucking her doggie style and Joey was getting a blowjob, while fondling her big tits and twisting and pulling her big nipples. Again, Kathleen reached down and moved Joey's big toe to her clit. I should have patented that big toe move back then. I would have made a lot of money with it today.

Kathleen reveled in orgasm after orgasm. After watching the three of them, I'd say that she was glad that the boys hadn't taken no for an answer. Screaming her delighted pleasure with what Joey and Stephen were doing to her naked body, we watched the activities in suppressed horny envy. Once again, Kathleen was having a good time. Insatiable in her actions, fucking and sucking Joey and Stephen, she was a nymphomaniac sexual machine.

I remembered back to all those times that Kathleen climbed that fence in a mini-skirt, while holding Barky in her arms on the pretence of walking her dog three times daily, climbing that fence six times, three times to get in and three times to get out. She must have known we all were always there watching her every move. She must have known that she was flashing us her panties, as sure as we could clearly see her panties. She must have known she was teasing us and that her teasing spirited this lustful gangbang of an orgy. Now, this was her payback for sexually teasing us.

Finally, over and done, with Kathleen collapsed on the bed again, I thought my two gay friends were done with her. Only, this wasn't nearly over. Oh, no. Their fun had just begun. I was shocked and couldn't believe what they did next.

To be continued... 



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 18



Chapter Eighteen - Disciplining Kathleen

With other apparent plans for Kathleen, they both removed their socks. Joey used his socks to tie her wrists to the bed posts, while Stephen used his socks to tie her ankles. Watching them so control her by tying her up like that, they shocked the shit out of me. Even though I had just gotten blown and laid by Kathleen, even though I wasn't a virgin anymore, these two sex fiends were way ahead of me in their kinky fetishes. I don't know what porn magazine they've been reading, but I'm never seen this in any Playboy magazine that I read, of a woman being tied to the bed. It just seemed wrong. If Kathleen wasn't seemingly enjoying being tied up, I would have pulled the plug.

"Oh, you dirty little boys," she said smiling without resisting. "I didn't know you two had it in you to play this kind of sexy game. Oh, dear me. Help, help," she laughed, "I'm helpless against you two," she said with a laugh. "Help," she joked. "Help me. Someone help me," she said while feigning resistance by pulling against her binds.

Suddenly, I imagined Kathleen tied to a train track by the villain with a train bearing down upon her, while the hero stood helplessly by watching things unfold. Powerless to do anything, going along with my friends, I felt helpless to intercede on her behalf without being considered a wimp and called a coward and a chicken. Normally back then, from watching one too many reruns, this is where Superman makes his appearance or Roy Rogers or the Lone Ranger and Tonto saves the day.

Yet, seemingly just a little foreplay, it was all okay because Kathleen didn't seem alarmed. I was more shocked than she was, that she was tied to the bedposts. Maybe she's done this sort of thing before. Nonetheless my shock and her being a good sport, she played along with the sudden bondage and with them. She appeared to be enjoying it and, even being so tied, she still seemed to be in control. So, who am I to complain or even question Joey and Stephen's sudden need for a bit of bondage?

"I'm all tied up. Help. I'm all a thither now," she said playing along with their game of bondage. She looked up at them with her big, blue eyes. A sight to behold, even though she had been so fucked over by Ralph, Anthony, and I, seeing her naked and tied to the bed, she was still quite the beauty to behold. "So, what do you have in mind, boys, what do you have in mind? What's next in your dirty little perverted mind? What will you make me do tied up that I wouldn't do unbound?"

She laughed and I laughed with her. She was right. Willing to do anything sexual to anyone, I don't think Joey and Stephen could shock her. The shoe was always on the other foot with Kathleen. No doubt, having already lived a wild and carefree life, she was no one's fool.

Joey, the little pervert that he's always been, grabbed one of Kathleen's kerchiefs and blindfolded her with it.

"We're going to play a little game called pain and pleasure," he said looking at the rest of us and laughing.

No doubt, a game he had played before, I wondered if this was a game he had learned from his mother. Maybe, she tied him up and had sex with him. Maybe, he tied her up and had sex with her. No doubt, definitely, by all the things he had confessed to us about his mother flashing him and him flashing his mother, home schooled, this sexual game of pain and pleasure was learned at home. With his mother being just as crazy as he was, I could just imagine his Mom tying little Joey to the chair and giving him pain, if he didn't eat his food, do his homework, or give her an orgasm.

"Being tied and blindfolded is fun and I like the pleasure part, but I have a low tolerance for pain," said Kathleen with a nervous laugh.

Suddenly, knowing Joey as I do, I was a little worried, too. Not the submissive type, I saw a flash of fear in Kathleen's eyes and I was at the ready to spare her the pain, if this game got out of control. Maybe from watching one too many Alfred Hitchcock films, I was already expecting the worst from my twisted, little friend.. 

"One of us will do something to your body and if you guess who it is, you'll receive pleasure. Only, if you guess wrong, you'll receive pain."

With the odds already stacked against her, the chances of her guessing which one of us giving her pleasure was a 5-1 long shot, whereas the chances of her not guessing correctly and getting pain was four out of five.

"Okay, this has gone far enough," she said struggling against her wrist and ankle ties. "I'm not into pain. I don't want to play any game that involves pain. All my relatives are pacifists and I'm the biggest baby when it comes to—Ow! Hey, that fucking hurt!" She yelled, when Joey slapped her naked thigh with his hand.

"If you're going to play my game of pain and pleasure, you must learn the rules," he said with a sick laugh.

"I don't want to play your game," she said struggling to free herself.

Joey grabbed her hairbrush from her dresser and had Stephen push her over on her side. Then, without any warning, he slapped her ass with the back of her hairbrush really hard.

"Shut up, Bitch," he said, "or you'll get another one!"

What the fuck? Little Joey, the pervert, had turned into a deviant demon. He was angry, no doubt, angry with women, angry at his mother, and angry with being gay, no doubt. Only, he was taking out his anger on the wrong person. He was taking out his hostility on Kathleen, by hitting my dream woman, my Maureen O'Hara.

"Hey, come on Joey," I said. "What the fuck? Untie her. She's had enough. She's sore and tired. We're all tired. I just want to go home."

"Stay out of this Freddie. This is our turn with her," he said pointing the hairbrush at me, as if it was a gun. He made a move towards me, as if he was threatening shoot me or hit me with the hairbrush. That would be the last thing he'd ever do, hit me with a hairbrush. I'd break his wimpy arm and stick the hairbrush where the sun don't shine. Only, he'd probably enjoy the hairbrush being stuck up his ass. "You guys have been hogging her all freaking day," he said with a repressed, red faced anger that scared everyone into silence.

In all the years of Joey being Joey, we never saw him acting like this. As if he was a pampered, pet dog that reverted into a wild wolf with the possessiveness of protecting his bone, he was a madman. With us being just five 18-year-old boys barely graduating high school, we didn't have the education, the intelligence, and the insight to realize that Joey was crazed and crazy. We just thought he was acting crazy normal. All we knew was that he was our friend, albeit our gay friend, but that information was only known by me. Had I had the emotional awareness that I possess now, I would have grabbed the hairbrush out of his hand, as soon as he picked it off the dresser. Had I had more insight into our storytelling, little Joey, I would have stopped this misadventure, before it even started, when he first tied Kathleen to the bed.

Unbeknownst to me then, but so obvious to me now, apparently, he was a monster that his mother made him into by forcing him to have sex with her, when he was too young to understand such adult feelings and emotions. Just a suspicion that had become a supposition, I had no idea if he ever had sex with his mother, as I still have no idea now. Yet, from the looks of things and from the crazed look on Joey's face, in the mold of Alfred Hitchcock's Norman Bates of Psycho, in the way that he was so aggressively acting towards women, I wouldn't be surprised, if he was a real Mommy's boy, if you know what I mean. After that day of him physically abusing Kathleen, Psycho became little Joey's street name. It was no surprise to any of us that he liked the name.

Then, I wondered, maybe that's why they had gay sex, I thought, because we were hogging Kathleen and they were so horny that they turned to one another for relief and a release. Yeah, that's it. Joey and Stephen probably aren't gay at all, just a little sexually frustrated and confused. Nah! Even if I had to wait three days for a turn with Kathleen I'd never turn to Anthony or Ralph for sexual relief, in the way they turned to one another. I'd never give my friends a blowjob because I was horny. I'd just masturbate. Oh, yeah, definitely, they're gay alright.

Ralph, Anthony, and I looked on to see how this would play out, before deciding to intercede on Kathleen's behalf and pull the plug. We weren't too concerned because, if it came down to it, the three of us could overpower and take those two little powder puffs, Joey and Stephen. Moreover, we all knew them better. They really wouldn't hurt her. A couple of whacks with a hairbrush won't harm her. My Dad's done much worse to me with his belt buckle and with his fist. My backside is still scarred and a couple of my teeth are loose from his nightly, drunken beatings. Besides, knowing Kathleen, she'd probably enjoy a few love taps.   

Besides, with the three of us, Ralph, Anthony, and I, acting as her personal bodyguards, while watching, the game that Joey suddenly devised could be fun, so long as he didn't take it too far. I mean, if he thinks that he's going to burn her with a cigarette and scar her beautiful body, then I'd beat the shit out of him because no one was going to harm my Maureen O'Hara.

"It's okay, Freddie," said Kathleen. "I don't mind this game of bondage, so long as it doesn't get out of hand and hurt too much. Actually, I find being tied up and blindfolded exciting. I've been in far worse situations," she said. "Remind me later to tell you about the time, after my car broke down, when the Hells Angels came to my rescue and I had to— Ow! Jesus Christ!"

"Shut the fuck up, Bitch," said Joey giving her another hard wallop with the hairbrush.

"That fucking hurt, you little shit," said Kathleen pulling against her ties.

"Keep running your mouth and I'll show you what real hurt is, Bitch," said Joey pinching her thigh.

"Ow! God damn you, Joey," said Kathleen.

As if she was speaking in tongues, something I hadn't noticed before, when Kathleen was angry, she spoke more with an Irish brogue. Curiously, I wondered if I did the same, spoke more with a Boston accent, when I was angry. As it is, anytime I leave the city, especially, when going out of state, no one understand me with my Boston accent. Nonetheless, I found her Irish brogue as sexually exciting, as I did surprising. So very sexy to hear her speak like that, I'll have to ask her to give me pillow talk later with her voice laced and peppered with her brogue.

"Hey, that's enough Joey," I said.

"Yeah, quit it, Joey," said Ralph. "Don't call her a bitch and don't you pinch her like that again." 

"You hit her again with that hairbrush and I'll bash you teeth down your throat," said Anthony.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," I said speaking for the three of us.

It took all the control I had not to call him a little fag and not to tell everyone what happened between him and Stephen, the other queer, in our small group of friends. Yet, if he continued down this women hating road, I'd out him, if it meant sparing Kathleen some pain. Only, knowing Joey, as I did, outing him may escalate things. Embarrassing him in front of Ralph and Anthony may be the thing that really makes me go out of control.

Yet, even though I was angry with him hitting, hurting, and calling my Kathleen names, this game of bondage with her being blindfolded and tied up was the most exciting game that I've ever witnessed. Much like my friends, as if we were three cuckolded husbands watching our wives being stripped naked, blindfolded, and tied to the bed to be ravished by two men, we all wanted to see what was going to happen next, before pulling the plug. We all wanted it to continue, so long as Kathleen wasn't too resistant to it and so long as Joey and Stephen didn't really hurt her.

Stephen motioned to Ralph to lick Kathleen's pussy. Ralph finally moved his tired body out of the chair and climbed between Kathleen's legs. At this point, Kathleen was so fucked over that we all probably had snowballed one another and tasted a bit of one another's cum. Ralph gave her pussy a few licks, while reaching up to fondle her tits and finger her nipples. Watching Ralph interact with my imagined girlfriend was making me horny all over again. Even though she was sweaty, smelly, and fucked over, she was still so very pretty and she had an unbelievable body. Not to mention that she was an incredible lover and the best kisser who ever kissed me in my life.

"Okay, Kathleen," said Joey, the sudden anointed game show host of Pain and Pleasure, Guess Who Just Licked My Pussy. "Who was that who just licked your pussy?"

"Um, Freddie, no wait, Stephen, no, can he do it again? He only gave me a few licks. He didn't give me enough information to tell." Joey motioned to Ralph to lick her more.

"Oh, I know. That's my Ralphie," she said with a wide smile. "Am I right? Am I right? Do I get pleasure now?"

"Good guess, Kathleen," I said. "Now, she gets pleasure and no pain, right?"

I stared down Joey. I didn't want him hurting my perceived girlfriend anymore. Strictly wanting to see pleasure, I wanted the game to continue but without the pain.

"Okay because she correctly guessed, who was licking her pussy, she gets pleasure. Ralph, continue licking her pussy," commanded Joey.

Ralph fell between her legs again and consumed her pussy paying special attention to her clit and fucking her with stiff long fingers, while reaching up his other hand to finger her nipples. Kathleen wiggled her ass all over the bed while smiling and cooing.

"I like this game," she said. "This is fun. Yeah, baby, lick Mommy's pussy. Make Mommy cum in your mouth, again," she said lifting her hips to hump Ralph's mouth. "Lap my cunt, baby. Fuck my warm, wet pussy with your long, stiff fingers," she said wiggling her pussy in Ralph's mouth.

Damn, Kathleen gave good pillow talk. I swear, she'd make good money getting a job as one of those phone sex operators that are appearing everyone with their own 900 numbers.

"Okay, Ralph, that's enough. You can get up," said little, Nazi boy Joey. "Let's give someone else a turn."

"Hey, that wasn't nearly enough pleasure," said Kathleen. "I didn't cum," she said with a pouting face full of sexual frustration.

He motioned with hand signals for Ralph to return and lick her pussy again.

"Okay, Kathleen, who was that who just licked your pussy?"

"That was my baby, Freddie. I can tell his licks— Ow! Fuck! Hey, take it easy. That really hurt," she Kathleen from Joey pinching her leg again.

Joey stepped back, while Stephen turned Kathleen's body to reveal her round, shapely ass and he whacked her really hard with the hairbrush again.

"Ow! You asshole! That really fucking hurt. I don't want to play this fucking game anymore," she said pulling against her ties. Her face was beat red and she had tears in her eyes. She looked scared and never have I seen her scared before. "Let me the fuck up. This game is over, now. I'm serious."

She was angry, now. I had never seen Kathleen angry. Always so in control before, always so nice, I had never seen her out of control. I had never heard her even swear before. Now, she was mad, I was mad.

"What the fuck, Joey?" I moved toward him and stood between him and Kathleen.

"Untie her," said Anthony reaching for her wrist ties.

"Wait! My turn with Kathleen isn't done, yet, and this game is part of my turn. It's not over, until I say it's over. You guys had your fun with her. You guys were hogging her while we waited. Now it's our turn," he said pointing to Stephen, while looking at the three of us.

"Yeah, well, don't pinch her and don't hit her hard like that again or I'll take that hairbrush and beat your skinny ass with it," said Ralph. "I don't want to play this stupid fucking game no more," he said sitting down in his chair. "This sucks. This is some sick shit. I was having a good time, until gay boy here ruined it."

Gay boy? I looked at Ralph slumped in the chair with his eyes closed. He called Joey gay boy? Did Ralph know something that I didn't? Did Ralph know that Joey was gay or was he just calling him a name? Did he see him blowing Stephen in the mirror, too? Or did he witness something down at the wharf, where we all went skinny dipping. That comment floored me. Why was I the last to know that Joey and Stephen are gay?

Joey motioned to me to get between her legs and lick her pussy. I shook my head no and gave him the finger. Then, he looked to Anthony and he shook his head no and gave him the Italian salute with a hand to the crook of his arm. As far as the both of us were concerned, by no longer participating, the game was over and we were done helping him hurt, someone who has given us so much pleasure and so many memories that will last us a lifetime. Instead, Stephen got between her legs and licked her pussy.

"Let me up! I don't want to play this fucking game anymore," she said struggling against her ties again. "You two are fucked in the head. I'm serious. Let me the fuck up."

"I'll let you up," said Joey. "If you guess who just licked you, then the game is over. That's all you have to do is guess correctly."

He motioned to Stephen to lick her some more, while he moved to the other side of the bed, away from Ralph, Anthony, and I.

"And I won't fucking kill you, if you let me the fuck up now. I don't fucking know who licked me. I have no idea. I can't tell anymore. My pussy is numb. I don't want to play—"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Joey wailed the side of her thigh hard three times with the hairbrush, before I could grab him and the hairbrush. I flew over the bed and with a hand to his scrawny neck, I grabbed his wrist, and pushed him hard up against the bureau, while grabbing the brush out of his hand. Stephen tackled me, but Ralph and Anthony were all over Stephen and Joey pushing them both down on the floor and ways from Kathleen.

"Get the fuck out of here," I said threatening them with the hairbrush.

We untied Kathleen. She was crying and her thigh and ass were a bright red.

"My hero," she said hugging my neck, while sobbing.

To be continued...



Cougar and her Five Virginal Cubs Ch. 19



Chapter Nineteen - Thanks for the Memories

Without warning or notice, Kathleen unexpectedly moved from the neighborhood shortly after our day of sexual fun. I wonder if one of the neighbors overhead us talking about our sexual adventures. Maybe someone, other than my four, horny friends, saw her posing and dancing in front of her windows naked. Maybe someone with binoculars saw the five of us have sex with our very own, Mrs. Robinson. Maybe now that she fucked us and took our virginity, she's off looking for more virgins. All that I know is that she's gone.

A closed Italian neighborhood, the residents don't take too kindly to single women, especially a good looking redheaded, Irish woman, having a good, sexual time with the neighborhood young men. Boston already had an infamous reputation for burning redheaded witches, back in the 18th century. Definitely, if discovering her past and what she's been doing in her present, I could see them tying her to a stake and setting her on fire. Yet, although Kathleen wasn't a witch, certainly, she was nothing like the other women in the neighborhood. The women who lived here don't like any woman, who wasn't just like them. I can just picture a contingent of Sicilian Italian women marching down to her apartment, dragging her out by her long, lush hair, and making her an offer that she couldn't refuse to accept.

We never saw her leave. One day she was still there and the next day she was gone. Had we known she was moving, we all would have helped her pack. Yet, why would she even bother painting her apartment, if she knew she was leaving, unless she was asked to leave or else, unexpectedly?

When I walked upstairs to look for any sign of her, her doors were still off the hinges and everything was gone. Gone, gone, gone, she was gone. She must have left in the middle of the night or the first thing in the morning. Knowing the Mafia Moms like I do, I hope they didn't take her for a ride, if you know what I mean. I hope Kathleen isn't swimming with the fishes, if you know what I mean.

I wished I could have said goodbye to her. I wished I could have thanked her for making me a man. I wished I could have reconnected with her later in life. I wished she hadn't left. I wish I could have had just one day alone with my Maureen O'Hara. I would have enjoyed one more day of sex.

I wonder where she went. I wonder who she's with and what she's doing now? I wonder if she told her husband or the man in her life about the times, when she was a cougar, a seducer, and sexual education teacher of young, virginal men. I wonder if she thinks of us in the way that we all think of her. I wonder if she thinks of me in the way that I will forever think of her.

Wherever she is, albeit elderly now, I imagine she's still beautiful, fun, funny, and sexy. With her big blue eyes and her big tits, I imagine her looking even more like a mature Maureen O'Hara. My real live movie star, she was my first love and the imagined image of her stayed with me throughout my entire life, even after I was married and had children. I hope, wherever she is and whoever she's with, that she's happy.

Still, trying not to think any less of her, not wanting to think of her as a whore, now that I'm older and have daughters and sons of my own, before I discovered the reason why she was the way she was, I wondered why she was like that. With all the young men she seduced in Charlestown and in the North End of Boston, and only God knows where else, why was so driven to have so very much sex with so very many young, virginal men? Why did she seduce me and then invite my friends over to gangbang her? What woman does that? No woman, unless they are a paid prostitute or a professional call girl, does that. What woman behaves like that, so sexy, so sensual, so willing, so easy, and so nice?

I wondered if any of us made her pregnant. Maybe she has a 43-year-old child that looks exactly like me, Ralph, Anthony, Stephen, or, God forbid, little Joey. Hopefully, she couldn't have children or was on birth control. Hopefully, none of us made her pregnant. I'd be sad if there was a child of mine out there, somewhere, wondering who his father was. Maybe, if she did get pregnant, she told everyone that she was pregnant with someone else's child, instead of pregnant from gangbanging five, virginal men. I have no idea and, probably, I'll never know where she is and what she's doing.

Surely, glad that she had turned us all into men, nonetheless, her sexual behavior wasn't normal, not even close. Even for the sixties, during the height of the sexual revolution, her behavior would have raised eyebrows, even from the believers of free love on the West Coast, forget about the uptight proper Bostonians on the East Coast. Much in the way of everything else, even fast food, fast cars, and McDonald's hamburgers, the sexual revolution started on the West Coast in the early 60's and, the sexual wave that consumed the country, didn't hit Boston, until my time with Kathleen in 1968.

Missing her in the way of a lost love, I used to routinely check her abandoned, empty apartment for a clue to where she went. Newspapers collected on her stoop and mail piled up in her mailbox. Even though it was illegal to do, with a careful eye cast over my shoulder, I'd routinely go through her mail to see, if there was some new information that I could use to find her. I didn't discover where she went, but I discovered why she behaved, as she did, so dangerously promiscuous, when there was a letter from her husband's sister in the mailbox. Her sister? Wow! I didn't know she was married. Holy shit. Even though it was against the law, in the name of finding Kathleen, I couldn't help but open her mail and read it.

Dear Kathleen,

I hope this letter finds you happy and well.

I found these, when I was cleaning out Doug's old room. We cleaned out his room years ago, after he married you, but there were still boxes of his things stored in his closet. He told us he'd be by to collect them, once he was discharged from the service and after you found a place of your own to call home. I still can't believe he's gone. As if it all happened yesterday, I still miss him.

Anyway, here are a few snapshots of him as a teenager, one taken, when he was on his way to his high school prom with you. You have the recent photos of him in his uniform and if you still have them, please send me one of him in his dress blues. I'd like to have that to frame for my wall to show my sons that their uncle was a hero in the Vietnam War.

To this day, I still don't understand why he dropped out of college to join the Marines and volunteered to go to Viet Nam. He was so happy with you. You were together forever and I couldn't wait for the two of you to have children. Only, he was taken from us too soon. Only 25-years-old when he died, a month away from being discharged, he was excited about coming home to you and to us, his family.

Love,

Donna

Wow. Kathleen was a married woman. Her husband was a Marine killed in Viet Nam. Holy shit! From what Donna wrote, Kathleen was once a nice, normal, married woman, who married her childhood sweetheart. Maybe, after having gone through so much misery of losing the love of her life, sex is how she was able to feel something enough to quell her pain. I don't know. I guess I'll never know why she did the things that she did. Yet, happy she crossed our paths, I never would have met her otherwise.

Suddenly, I was angry. I felt used and abused by her. Suddenly, with the memory of her tarnished by deceit, I didn't like her anymore. Then, I looked at the pictures that Donna sent. One of them, the photo of her brother, Doug, with Kathleen at their Prom, in that photo, Doug looked just like me. He could have been my older brother. Maybe that's why Kathleen picked me out of the group of five to help her paint. Maybe that's why she kissed me, as if she was kissing someone else. Maybe kissing me made her think that she was kissing Doug and that he wasn't dead. How so awful? How so sad? Maybe lost in time, she was thinking of better times and places, when with me and my four friends. 

I was happy that I could give her some peace. I was happy that she could feel some pleasure. Only, I always wondered where she is now. Maybe she's dead. Maybe she's married with children. If she was married with children, by now, she'd have grandchildren. Maybe she wouldn't even remember me, but just once, I'd love to meet her again. Just once, I'd like to pretend she was my Maureen O'Hara again. Just once, I'd like to hold her in my arms, kiss her, and tell her that I miss her and still love her.

THE END



Cougar Awakening



He checked his watch, it was six thirty, and the concert was at seven. They were going to see his cousin perform in the band at school, his mother, his mom's friend Kate, and he, Caleb.

His mom had been hanging around with Kate quite a bit the last month or so since Kate had come back to town, they had been friends in high school.

Caleb had on dress trousers and a dress shirt, a nice looking fresh faced kid with dark straight hair and high cheek bones. He was around six feet tall, and wiry, with wide shoulders, and strong looking.

He left his bed room and went into the living room to look out to see if his mom's friend was there yet.

Kate was in her car and was just pulling out of the driveway, it was a short drive out to the Wade's house. 

Kate was very nice looking, she always had been. She was very pretty with straight light brown hair, and a well built body that she had worked to maintain. Blue eyed and full lipped, she had caught the eye of many a male in her time. At this point she was married but separated, or almost separated, in a relationship that was alternately good and bad.

She was dressed well but not overdressed, it was a school event, and there would be young boys there...

Since she had began approaching middle age at thirty five, Kate had began to notice teenage boys more and more and more. Kate was becoming a 'cougar' but didn't always want to admit it to herself. In certain respects she couldn't wait to become a cougar, she liked the image of a confident aggressive woman, knowing what she wanted and pursuing it, in other ways, she was embarrassed by it. How she wanted to get one of these hot young kids. As long as they were of age. She would plan to approach one of them for sex, but then would talk herself out of it. Her feelings would come and go. Then she would see another handsome teenager and would stand there with her tongue hanging out, and the feeling came back, like a fever.

Kate drove to the Wade's house in ten minutes and got out of her car. She had been to her old friend Ginny house maybe twice since they had been hanging around together.

She knocked on the door expecting her friend Ginny to answer.

Then Caleb answered the door.

Kate looked at him and said, "I'm looking for the Wade's house I guess I'm in the wrong place."

"No, you're not in the wrong place," he replied.

"You're Ginny's son, wow!" she said smiling at him.

She walked through the door, grinned, stuck her hand out and said, "I'm Kate Ramson."

They shook hands.

Caleb said, "You're Kate? Wow!"

Kate felt a hot flash, he was really handsome, and he seemed very young, and he seemed interested maybe, she decided to try a flirt line.

"You're a great looking young kid, Caleb," she cooed at him.

She caught his glance and then smiled at him.

"Well thanks," he said smiling back.

Kate said, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Caleb said.

Bingo! Kate thought.

"That's a good age," Kate said, then laughed.

"Really?" Caleb asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"Mom is still getting ready for the concert," Caleb said.

Kate said, "She was always late for stuff when we were kids."

Kate was encouraged and decided to make another pass.

"I thought when you answered the door that you were Ginny's boyfriend," Kate said, "God!"

She caught Caleb looking at her, she stared at him and said, "I was thinking does Ginny ever have a hot boyfriend, Jesus!"

Caleb said, "Well thanks Kate."

Kate looked at him, he was blushing, the kid was embarrassed. 

Suddenly Ginny came into the room, "What are you two talking about?"

She was the same age as Kate, pretty, but not as pretty, and a little taller.

"Nothing," Caleb said, "We were just getting acquainted."

Ginny said, "Well this is my BFF from high school Kate Ramson, Kate this is my son Caleb."

"Nice to meet you Caleb," Kate said.

"The same to you," he replied.





2.





At the band concert, which Kate paid very little attention to, she waited for an opening for pass number 3, Ginny saw another friend during an intermission, went over to talk to her, and she and Caleb were standing there drinking a soda.

She said, "You know I was wondering if all the kids at your school were as cute as you are, now I think I got an answer, probably not."

Caleb was very nervous and excited, it actually seemed like this hot older woman was coming on to him! He'd heard about Cougars and MILF's from other kids and the Internet and stuff but had never run into one. Certainly nobody like Kate Ramson.

Kate was also a little nervous, this was the first time that she had tried to seduce a young boy and she wasn't completely sure of herself. She was completely sure that she wanted one. Caleb was totally cute and he was easily embarrassed and that seemed to turn her on even more.

Caleb was getting shy and he looked at the floor for a bit.

He looked up and saw Kate grinning at him.

"Did you hear me Caleb?" she asked.

"I love the compliment Kate, I just got embarrassed," Caleb said.

"You don't have to be embarrassed around me," Kate said quickly.

About that time Ginny came back to the little group.

"I was just talking with Sara a little," Ginny said.

In a little bit they went back to the concert.

Kate was pretty sure that Caleb liked her, and that she could get him in bed without too much struggle, still she had a little doubt.

She was determined to press it all the way the first chance she got. He was a pretty looking young kid, he seemed shy up to a point, and pretty much was what she had been thinking about. So she was going to ask him out, tonight was the time.

After it was over and they were getting ready to go home. Ginny stopped to go to the bathroom, and Caleb and Kate were standing there, Kate thought to herself, now's the time.

Kate smiled at the young kid and then kissed him.

The young kid stared at her.

Kate's pulse was racing, she was really turned on, and scared a little, what if he didn't like her!

Caleb was beside himself, Kate was pretty and sexy, and she was coming on to him!

"What do you think about that?" she asked.

"Thanks for the kiss Kate, you're totally hot," Caleb said admiringly.

"You're welcome honey, I like you too, in case you hadn't noticed," Kate replied.

She went in for another quick kiss before Ginny came back out of the bathroom.

"You know I had to do this while your Mom wasn't around, I had to do it," she said breathlessly.

It was a little risky, there were a few people standing around, but Kate didn't care.





3.





Ginny stopped at a convenience store for a bottle of water, and Kate saw another opening. She quickly put her arm around Caleb.

"Hey how about coming over to my house?" she asked, "we could have a couple of drinks, maybe smoke some pot."

"Okay," he replied getting even more excited, he was already completely juiced.

"When?" he asked.

"Tonight," Kate said, "after your Mom lets me off at your house and I drive home."

She leaned over for another quick kiss.

Kate was really getting turned on, her fantasy was close now.

"I'm not sure I can get out tonight," Caleb said with an unhappy tone, "what excuse am I gonna make?"

Kate sighed with exasperation.

"What is wrong with you? Kate asked testily.

Caleb said nothing for a minute.

Kate said, "I thought you were ready for the big time, now I'm not so sure."

"Give me a chance," he said.

Kate was getting pissed off, she was so close and now this! Goddammit!

"You need start learning what's important honey," Kate said, "real men know this."

Caleb kissed her on the neck, he said, "I'll be there Kate, I'll come up with something but I'll be there, don't worry."

Kate said, "Look honey, this isn't high school, relationships with real women involve knowing what matters, if I ask a guy to come over then I want him to come over, not have to ask his mother, sometimes you drink or spend the night after the fuck, and I want the dude to be there, a man not a boy."

"I'll be there Kate definitely," he said, "absolutely."

"Good work," she said, warming up again.

She kissed Caleb again and then pulled away seeing Ginny coming out of the convenience store door.

Caleb said, "Thanks for asking me Kate."

"You're welcome honey, but remember what I said," Kate said.

"I'll be there," he said decisively.

"Good," Kate with a satisfied look.





4.





Kate had changed clothes from the band concert, she had pretty boobs, and now had put on a blouse to display them much better.

She smiled looking at herself in the mirror, I want him to get a good look at what he doesn't have to miss out on, she thought.

Kate put perfume under both of her breasts, then a very short skirt and high heels.

The doorbell rang and she answered it.

"Hey honey," she said as Caleb walked in.

"Hey Kate," Caleb said as he walked in.

Kate noticed him staring approvingly at the tight skirt, and the juggy outfit.

"I love your outfit Kate," Caleb said.

"Well thanks, I thought you looked very nice tonight too," Kate replied.

"See I told you I'd be here," Caleb said with some pride.

"Way to go honey," Kate replied.

Kate led the way to the living room.

Kate poured some whiskey for herself and Caleb, then toasted: "Here's to our friendship."

"Salud," Caleb said and they clicked glasses together and drank.

Kate put her glass down on the counter, then her arms around Caleb's shoulders, she said, "You know what I'd like, a kiss."

"Me too," Caleb said very quickly and set his own glass down.

Kate was even prettier close up than she had been before, and in no time at all her gorgeous mouth was headed right for his, she had wasted no time.

Each hot lip smacking kiss brought another surge of sexual energy into Caleb's body, his cock got harder and harder.

Kate looked down at the nice big bulge that was showing in his pants and leered at the young boy.

"This is why I thought you needed to come over tonight," Kate said.

"Yeah," he replied.

She put her hand on his rear, "I'll tell you Caleb, I liked that cute ass the first time I saw it."

"Thanks Kate," he said pleased by her remark.

"How about taking your clothes off?" Kate said.

"Okay," Caleb said.

"Put on a little show for me," she said, "just like you're a male stripper."

He began taking his shirt off, and then spun around and turned his back, then he did sort of a pirouette, and ground his groin at Kate.

Kate began clapping and whistling.

"Yeah baby, yeah!" She said loudly. 

"You're awfully good at this, have you done this before?" she asked.

"No," he said.

Then he ground his body at her suggestively again.

Kate felt a strong desire to put her hand under her skirt and squeeze her swollen clitoris.

Then he was down to nothing but his boxer shorts.

This was turning at least as good as she had imagined it.

"Come on honey," she said loudly encouraging him.

"Come on gorgeous," she said again when he hesitated.

Kate could already the big hard on bulging out of his shorts.

The kid hesitated a few seconds and then pulled his shorts down, revealing a nice big erection that stuck up like a hammer.

Wheeeet whew! Kate whistled and clapped.

Then Kate got up, stared for a few seconds and went over to where Caleb was, then Kate put her hand down and grabbed the swollen erection, she turned and went down a hallway, "Come on honey, follow the leader."

Caleb went a little way and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Kate asked turning around.

She leered at the young boy and slapped his rear and though spanking him.

"You have to be punished when you've been naughty," Kate said.

Caleb laughed at this.

Kate leered at the young boy again like she had before grabbed his swollen cock again like she had before.

"Come on, now," she ordered.

Kate was really turning him on! He had felt hot wave after hot wave of sexual energy, he had loved the strip tease thing she had made him do, and her grabbing his cock was turning him on even more.

"Okay Kate," he replied.

She led him down a short hallway to a small bedroom.

Then she stood in front of him and put his left hand on one of her jugs.

"Imagine this," Kate said, "you're in the navy and you've been at sea for the last six months, now you've got shore leave and you're seeing your first woman in six months, and you need to fuck!"

Caleb laughed hard at her little story and then Kate laughed too.

"That's cool," he said.

Kate said, "You need to fuck honey and you start ripping my clothes off."

Then she jammed her tit into his hand.

He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off as fast as he could, then pulled her skirt down.

"Come on honey!" Kate said encouraging the young boy. 

Caleb pulled her panties down with one jerk.

Kate took the swollen throbbing cock in her right hand again, it was almost her's now. And her breath caught in her throat. A hot wave of sexual desire hit her, and she thought about the orgasmic highs she could often get from having sex with attractive males.

She let go of his cock and put her arms around Caleb, she was happy that she had gotten this hot young boy to come to her place, Kate melted into his arms and squeezed him as hard as she could, and she jammed her tongue in his mouth.

Kate kissed him again and again, her hot tongue going in and out.

She was trying to turn him on to the top so that he would really want to fuck her!

Then Caleb finished taking her bra off and she put arms around his neck again. 

Kate turned his head a bit and kissed his ear, this was excellent, she thought, so far it had been almost exactly what she had fantasized about, when she had thought about having a young kid.

Then she pulled them over and they got on the bed. Caleb waited a very little bit and got on top of her. He got close to her pussy and she guided him in.

All of a sudden he was in, and Kate sighed gratefully.

Kate was getting filled up, that throbbing aching need in her pussy was starting to get satisfied.

She ground on his back and neck pulling him in closer, and Caleb started to hear grateful sighs coming out of her.

Kate kissed his right ear and said, "Come on honey, you know how it goes."

Caleb pulled himself up and then jammed into her hard for the first time. Her hot tight cunt wrapped itself around his cock. Ohhhh! He thought, did that ever feel good.

Then Kate felt the hot pistoning fuck start.

Her hot wet cunt started getting what it wanted, which was a nice cock pounding it. Pretty quickly fiery waves of satisfaction started coming out of her ass, Kate felt them and exclaimed out loud.

Caleb heard her and it excited him even more.

"Oh shit," she said kissing his neck.

Caleb increased the tempo, going harder and deeper into Kate's snatch.

"Owhhhh," she said loudly.

Then she started laughing, "You little motherfucker," she said.

"Too hard," he asked.

"Are you kidding," Kate said.

Then she laughed again.

Caleb tried with each thrust of his cock to go deeper into Kate's dreamy hot pussy.

And each one seemed to bringing an eewww sound from her.

""Fuck me honey," she said next his ear, "give it all you got."

Caleb had gotten into her good from the very beginning Kate had noticed, this was usually very important as to whether she orgasmed or not. He was hitting her pussy just right and it was responding. 

Kate's pussy had wanted to be satisfied and Caleb was satisfying it, hot bolts of sexual feeling were coming out every time Caleb's cock went inside now. Each deep thrust brought another blast of pleasure.

Kate was an amazing girl in bed, it was an incredible fuck so, she was a magnet of female sex, Caleb was completely turned on, and not very far from cumming.

Kate shut her eyes now, and felt herself go on the orgasmic rocket that she had felt before, it was a euphoric high and she felt it start.

He felt her cunt spasm and contract, and Caleb thought she was close to orgasming.

On Caleb went deeper into her trying to find his own release point.

"You know what would be great," Kate breathed, "a nice shot of cum."

Caleb had pretty much liked what he'd seen of Kate Ramson, to begin with, she was a little hussy, getting him to come over to her house after just meeting her, then she had turned out to be as good a piece of nice hot ass as you could ever want.

He wanted to cum now very badly and he blasted away.

On it went harder and faster and deeper until Kate's cunt got what it had wanted the whole evening, shot after shot of boiling male jizz blasted it's walls. This finally satisfied Kate's pussy and the orgasm sent her into outer space.

Caleb had a deep satisfying orgasm as he filled her up, and he heard he yell, "Ohhhhh," from her own cumming.

He laid for a bit, then she began kissing the side of his head and neck, then she said, "Rest up a little bit honey and then we'll go again."



Cougar Awakening Ch. 02



2 Three Some

He watched a shadow of light go inexorably across the wall, it was upstairs in the house, and early in the day. He laid in bad and watched the light. Kate had gone downstairs to make tea. He had to get up and go to his job as an electrician's assistant, but he waited a minute or two watching the sun light.

Caleb ate fairly quickly then walked out of the house to his pick up truck that was parked by the street.

As he walked down the sidewalk there had been woman that had been sitting in a car, she had been parked under a tree next to the street, then she got out and walked by Caleb as he went in the opposite direction.

The last few months, Kate had been working in a catering and cake making business that her sister had, This morning one of her sister's friends/ acquaintances was coming over to talk about a dessert that she thought the sisters could start selling.

Holly Haviland had driven up from Alton and had parked in the space between the street and the yard next to Kate Ramson's house. Holly knew Kate's sister and she was the on who had suggested making a dessert for the two. As she was walking up the sidewalk to the door she watched the door open and a young kid come out and walked down the sidewalk to a truck parked aways from hers, he got in and took off.

Holly watched the young boy as he went past her, he looked young, as in high school, tall, with dark straight hair. She watched with unabashed interest until he took off.

Holly looked quite a bit like Kate Ramson, nice looking, pretty, thick silky shoulder length light brown hair, about the same age, which was mid thirties, the main difference was that she was about three inches taller than Kate, which made her five ten. She was dressed conservatively to talk to the caterer about business.

She rang the door bell and waited for Kate, who she didn't know to answer.

The door opened and she said, "Hi I'm Holly Haviland."

"Good come on in."

Kate said, "I'm got some tea made, do you want some?"

"Sure," Holly replied.

There was a small table in the kitchen, they sat down there, the sun was coming in the window. It was a warm day but not terribly hot.

"I like your house here," Holly said.

"Thanks I had a lot of remodeling done when I moved in."

"Here's some sugar if you want it," Kate said.

"I also had to take out a lot of over grown pants and trees when I got here," Kate said.

After a few seconds Kate said, "What have you got for us?"

"Oh," Holly said, "it's basically an ice, and I say that to mean that there's no cream in it at all."

"Yeah," Kate replied and drank some tea.

"It's a lot of pulped oranges, bananas, then maybe a lime or two thrown in and then it's frozen, like in an ice cream freezer," Holly said.

"Well that sounds great," Kate said, "it would be particularly good in the summer but sounds like you could have it anytime."

"You like it then?" Holly asked.

"Well yeah." The conversation paused for a bit, Holly looked a little embarrassed but then said, "I don't want to pry or be out of line but who was that guy I saw coming out of your house today?"

Holly was interested, she wanted to find out who that guy was, she was hoping a nephew or younger brother or something.

"Oh that's Caleb Wade, he's a friend of mine," Kate said blandly.

"That guy I saw coming in here, I thought maybe he was your brother or cousin or something, he seemed very nice looking, I thought you could introduce us or something," Holly said diplomatically.

Kate looked around the room with an odd expression, Holly was making her uncomfortable. She had not told all of her friends or other people about her 'cougar conquest', fearing they wouldn't understand.

"I don't mean to upset you," Holly said diplomatically, "I didn't know who he was."

Kate said, "Well actually he's my boyfriend."

"Oh wow," Holly replied with an embarrassed look and quickly drank tea.

"Sorry I said anything," Holly said.

For a few seconds nobody said anything then Holly said, "Every now and then I try to meet a younger guy."

Kate looked at her, she seemed embarrassed.

"I try to get my hands on one if you know what I mean," Holly said.

"I think I know what you mean," Kate replied arching her eye brows a little.

"I heard you were married," Kate said.

"Me, no," Holly replied.

"That's what Corrine said when we talked about you coming up here."

"I'm not married," Holly replied, "I like to get a young kid now and then, particularly if they look like they haven't been with every woman on earth."

"Yes, that sounds fine," Kate said, "I understand."

"That's how I got Caleb," Kate said.

Kate wasn't sure what to say, she had been embarrassed about the two young boys that she had seduced over the last two months, but on the other hand she was proud of herself for doing it, and for being able to do it. Also she had thought about Celeb with another woman.

The two women sat without saying anything for a brief period of time, then Kate said, "I wouldn't have problem with introducing you, I'm okay with that."

"You're okay with that," Holly asked with a surprised look, "because I'm definitely interested."

"I've even thought about another woman, like a threesome or something," Kate said and then giggled.

"Really," Holly replied with a surprised tone.

Holly said, "Lots of times I go with first impressions, and he looked like a real hot kid to me, cute, sexy but at the same time he hasn't banged half the girls at school."

Kate said, "He looks like just a kid, but don't let that fool you."

"What?" Holly asked.

"I had him most of last night," Kate said bragging, "God it was wild!"

Holly felt a pang of jealousy hit her.

"He fucks like a Roman soldier," Kate said.

"Great" Holly replied, then she said,"I try to be careful, I don't like meth heads, I won't go near a guy if I think he sleeps with prostitutes, and if I think he's bi sexual, forget it."

"I totally understand," Kate replied.

"I love to meet him," Holly said with enthusiasm, "he looked awesome!"

"Would you be up for a threesome?" Kate asked.

"Sure," Holly said.

Kate said, "I'll try to set it up and we'll meet here one night this week."

"Great!"

The conversation continued about Holly's desert idea and she left around thirty minutes later.

Kate showed her to the door and then smiled and ground her hips together. Great! Her little hottie with another woman.

2.



Caleb had gotten a text message from Kate saying that she would like to have him come over in the evening on Thursday around eight o'clock, she wanted him to meet somebody, that's all it said. he wrote back saying that yeah it was okay with him.

He liked to dress up well for these little parties with Kate, he had on dark dress trousers, a white shirt and a dark tie with dress shoes. "As long as I have my white shirt and tie," he said.

So, he got in his truck and and went over to Kate's house. Caleb rang the doorbell, heard a voice say come on in and walked inside. When he walked in he noticed Kate's cat Alexander had come to the door to greet him. He reached down and petted the cat. "Hi Alexander," he said. 

Alexander was an orange cat and it brushed up against Caleb's leg.

He could hear two women talking and they were sitting in the living room, then he went to where they were.

They were both drinking beer, then Kate got up and said, "Come on in, I'd like you to meet somebody." 

Caleb looked at her, she seemed to have a big wardrobe of sexy outfits, this time it was the tight hip hugger jeans, and a red blouse with a plunging neck line. To show off her tits.

"Caleb this is Holly Haviland," Kate said.

He looked at a sideways glance, and thought this is the same chick I saw a couple of days ago! What's up?

Caleb walked to where she was sitting and looked her over, it was another hot thirty something, short skirt, high heels, nice revealing top, and, pretty!

"This is Caleb Wade," Kate said.

The new woman came over and stood right in front of him.

She grinned at him, stuck her tits out and said, "Hey baby, I saw you coming out of Kate's house a few days ago in the morning, and I was impressed boy."

Caleb didn't say anything, just blinked.

"Wheet wew," Holly said like a wolf whistle.

Caleb didn't know what to do, what was up? If he showed interest, it might piss Kate off.

This new chick was totally hot!

Caleb stood there not saying anything.

Holly's grin dropped off her face, he didn't like her! It was obvious.

"Goddammit," Holly said.

Kate was standing on the other side of the room.

"Get over here Caleb,"

When Caleb came over she began talking, "We talked about this, Holly and I, it's okay, you can fuck her I want to watch."

"Really?" Caleb asked surprised and confused.

She put her arm around his shoulder, "It's okay, she's my friend and it's fine with me."

"Okay," he replied.

Kate kissed his cheek, "Good, now get over there and fuck her!"

Kate giggled at her salacious remark and Caleb grinned at her.

"Go on honey," she ordered.

Holly was standing on the other side of the room with an unhappy look.

Caleb walked up to her.

"I just don't think this is working out Caleb," Holly said petulantly.

"I'm sorry Holly," Caleb replied, "I thought Kate would be pissed off if I liked another woman."

"We talked about that earlier," Holly said abruptly, "Kate and I."

"You didn't seem that into me," Holly said with an odd tone.

"Not true," Caleb said heatedly, "I thought you were amazingly hot, when I first met Kate, I just couldn't believe how sexy she was, I felt the same way when I met you."

Kate stood there grinning at Caleb's remark.

"Really," Holly said looking over at him.

Caleb said, "I came in and you were here I was like wow! I thought my eyes were gonna fall out of my head."

Holly grinned at him suddenly, her eyes snapping.

She came to where he was standing and put her arms around his shoulders, she said, "Okay Caleb, you're forgiven, now give us a kiss."

Her lips met his and the burning hot feel of a sexy kiss started.

"Uhmmm!" Holly exclaimed after the kiss.

"That's it Caleb," Kate said encouraging him.

After the fourth kiss Holly said, "We need to make up for lost time baby."

Holly could feel that Caleb was getting hard, she stepped back looked down at his groin then stuck her tongue out, "how about that?" she asked.

"Yeah," Caleb replied.

Holly got down on her knees and pulled Caleb's zipper down, pulled down his boxer shorts and took the erection in her hands. She eagerly took it and put her head down. Another eighteen year old cock to suck!

She kissed the tip and ran her tongue over it.

Kate watched them, this is what she had wanted, before long she would be masturbating along with it.

Holly took her tongue and ran it from the base to the tip, this brought a groan of gratitude from the young kid. Then she kissed it again, swirling her tongue around the swollen cock head.

She stared at the erection, breathed out and thought, excellent!

She couldn't wait to give it another kiss.

How she wanted to have that nice cock hitting the back of her throat, she jammed it in her mouth all the way until it went back and choked her.

Caleb felt like he was having a sort of mystical experience, this was completely unexpected, another hot 'cougar' who had come into the picture and now he was getting a fantastic blow job.

Holly had both her hands around the bottom of Caleb's cock, she was running it in and out of her mouth, then she put it half way in and sucked hard.

She was a swallower and she would have Caleb's cum before long.

Caleb got more and more turned on as he worked himself up to orgasm, all the pleasure in the world seemed to be in his cock right now. There was a painting on the wall, he stared at it, it was a fish jumping up out of the ocean, all blues and greens.

Kate watched them and ground her hips away in a pantomime of a fuck, as though Caleb was inside her getting ready to fire away and give her a hot orgasm.

Holly's own cunt was glistening and wet under her skirt, she had worn no panties and anticipation of how the evening might go.

She let Caleb's cock go straight up and then put it half way in and sucked on it, then kissed the tip.

Holly grinned, he can't last much longer, then she sucked again.

She took his penis out of her mouth and smiled up at him, he was a cute young boy and Holly liked him and wanted to please him, "Come on baby," she said," encouraging him to orgasm.

Then she put his cock back in her mouth again and gave it another good suck.

Caleb was close to a satisfying mind blowing orgasm, he could feel it. This had been an freaky, another eager beaver cougar showing up, where had Kate met her?

"Come on baby," Holly said again.

He thrust in her mouth and she let go all the way back to her throat.

Then Holly felt a throb, here it comes, here it comes! she thought. Then she pulled it half way up in her mouth and let her tongue catch the cum. Then the hot jizz began blasting her mouth and she swallowed it. Fiery shots of wet cum hit her tongue and the inside of her mouth and she swallowed as quick as she could. Holly continued to suck between swallows to get every last bit out. An orgasmic wave came over her and she shuddered, it was not long but hot and intense.

He shot away finding the intense satisfying release of sex, the orgasm was amazingly hot, Holly had given him a great blow job!

Then he was spent and standing there sweating.

Wow, Holly thought, I'd like to fuck!

That throb between her legs needed a nice hot cock to take care of it. She pulled Caleb over onto the couch and tried to get him on top of her.

"Wait a minute," Kate said breaking them up.

"My turn," Kate said.

"Oh alright," Holly said pulling away from Caleb.

"Are you ready to go again?" Kate asked Caleb.

"I'm not sure," he replied.

She put her arms around him, "Well lets just see."

There was something that she had been wanting to try, she had done it before but not with Caleb.

"Have you ever shot a load on a girl's tits?" she asked.

She began kissing his neck and running her tongue along his ear.

"No I haven't," Caleb said.

"I'd like to try that," Kate said.

Kate kissed him then she said, "You've got more of an audience now to check out that fucking cock." 

She continued kissing him.

"Spray your cum all over my tits," she said.

Kate got down on her hands and knees in front of him, she stared up invitingly.

Caleb got hard again in not too much time and stood over Kate masturbating away. His cock was wet anyway from cumming and it wasn't difficult to get into a rhythm. Holly clapped her hands and said, "Stroke, stroke," in time to his masturbating.

Kate had pulled her blouse down but not all the way off, but Caleb was getting an excellent view of her tits.

"Come on honey," Kate said, "come on shoot it," she said encouraging him to shoot onto her boobs.

"Yeah baby do it," Holly said loudly, then she whistled, "come on Caleb."

With his erection pointed right at her, Kate had an excellent view of Caleb's hard on, and it seemed to be swelling up and getting bigger as he went along. It was a big turn on for her, and wanted to put her own hand down to her pussy.

"I'm getting a great look at that cock, wow!" Kate exclaimed.

"Stroke, stroke, stroke," Holly said again in time to his masturbating.

Then Kate chimed in with the chanting of stroke, stroke.

Kate thought he was close and she said, "Come on blast me honey."

Caleb was really excited, it was a kind of voyeuristic sex of the type he'd never experienced before, having women watch him perform, he would have cum before now, except that he'd already orgasmed once from Holly's blow job. He was close again and he kept at it.

The women chanted, "Stroke, stroke, stroke," as Caleb jerked away straining to cum.

Holly masturbated too along with Caleb.

Then Kate started chanting,"shoot it, shoot it."

Kate watched closely and then the big cock opened up and shoot cum right at her!

A shot of cum came and hit Kate's blouse then another and another, they ran down to a spot between her tits.

"Wow!" she said as the cum hit her.

She loved watching that ejaculation, and she stopped breathing hard long enough to say, "Cheerio."

Caleb looked over at the same painting he'd looked at before, "Don't leave me broken hearted," he said loud enough for nobody to hear.



3.



It was late now, and Caleb laid in bed looking at the wall, the light creeped along as it had in the morning, only it was a light pale color now, instead of the yellow it had been before. And the wind was blowing outside, leaves on the trees made designs as the light flashed. He heard an owl hooting. The light was pretty and Caleb looked at it between closing his eyes. The moon made a pale white light that danced on the wall, he looked at it as long as he could. 



Cougar Awakening Ch. 03



Kate Knows Sex

Kate Ramson looked at herself in the mirror, she had a bikini on and she looked with satisfaction, the running, the working out, the walking regimens were paying off big time. She hadn't lost weight really, but was toned and muscular, her voluptuous tits were barely contained by the bikini top. She turned sideways to get a better look, I look hot! Kate thought.

Her legs and torso looked good too. Kate had excellent hips, wide and supple looking, shapely legs and ankles. She turned around and looked at her tanned legs and well turned butt in the mirror over her shoulder. She looked young for her mid thirties. And pretty, wide spread eyes, good complexion, gorgeous mouth.

Kate was in certain respects a late bloomer, but once she saw that she could get the hottest of young boys to sleep with her, she began pursuing it eagerly.

She was on her way to a pool party that her friend Angie was giving.

Later the women were sitting around sunning themselves and drinking beer.

The talk turned to men, as it usually did at these kinds of gatherings.

"You all know what Kate has been up to don't you?" Angie asked the group.

"What?" Heather Lineman asked.

Heather had a revealing bathing suit, as did all the women, she was pretty in a way but something off of the sexy and vivacious Kate.

"Well you remember Ginny Wade? Kate has been screwing her son Caleb for the last three or four months," Angie said.

Angie was attractive too, but seemed at least five years older than Kate, and dark haired with a pretty golden colored deep tan.

Heather said, "What is he like 16?"

"He's 18," Kate said.

"He is a hottie, I'll say that," Angie said.

Kate sat there smiling at the other girls, they're probably jealous she thought.

"Way to go Kate," Trisha said.

"Oh he's not the only one," Kate said, unable to resist bragging about her sexual conquests.

"There was a soccer player from down at Price Junior College, shit was he a fucking hunk," Kate said and giggled.

The women laughed.

Kate had been drinking so then she got up and went into Angie's house on the way to the bathroom.

When she got there she noticed a guy working on the sink.

"Excuse me, but I need to go pea, what do I do?" Kate asked.

"There's another bathroom, just go right down the hall," the guy replied.

Kate looked at him, he was big, blond and muscular, and, young looking.

"Okay, thank you," she said lightly.

"No problem."

Once she got back out to the pool area, Kate said, "Who's that guy working in the bathroom?"

Heather Lineman had noticed him too and asked, "Yeah what's he doing?"

"Working on the plumbing in the bathroom," Angie replied,"he's putting in a new sink."

Trisha said, "From what I've seen I like to have him work on my plumbing."

Trisha was about the same age as Angie and looked something like her.

The women laughed at that.

"Yeah how old is he?" Kate asked.

"Hold your horses cradle robber," Angie said.

"What about this plumber?" Kate asked.

"He seems to be a plumber and handyman," Angie said.

"And you're not the first to notice him, I already tried, he told me that he thought fornicating outside marriage was wrong!" Angie said and laughed.

"He's Robbie Nichols," Trisha said, "his father was a plumber too."

"I'd like to bag him," Kate said.

"Dig her," Angie said, "she bangs a couple of kids and all of a sudden she's a sex expert."

"I am getting pretty confident," Kate said throwing her glossy hair around.

"Oh shit," Angie said and laughed at Kate.

"I've had no trouble picking up these young kids and I'm getting pretty fucking confident that I can do it," Kate said.

"I'll bet you can't," Angie said. 

"You fuck a few kids and now you're irresistible, knock it off," Angie said.

"I'll bet I can do it," Kate said confidently, "the guy in the bathroom looks like a stud and half."

"I'll bet you, what do you want to bet?" Kate asked.

"Dinner and drinks," Angie said.

Kate said, "Okay."

Angie said, "So the bet is you have to get this guy and bed him in two days, and if you do I buy dinner and drinks at the Dos Amigos, and if you can't and I don't think you can, then you buy dinner for me."

Kate, over the last three months had gained more and more and more confidence in her ability to find and get the young men that she wanted for sex, since seducing young Caleb; who she was still screwing, she had added two more notches to her lipstick case. The next one had been a soccer player she had met at a junior college soccer match, she had given him the look, she eyeballed him with her seduction stare and he had come running right after the game. The end result had been a knee quivering mind blowing fuck standing against a wall in the guy's apartment. Next had been a young guy working in a small carpet store in town, Kate had made several brazen come ons until he had cajoled her into a room in the back, thrown her down on several roles of new carpet and had simply fucked her until her ears bled. Kate was astonished at times, she had never really known that things like this really happened until she had started openly pursuing young guys. She had become an aggressive and persistent cougar, and, she could have had even more men, but she was picky about who she had sex with. 

Kate smiled and said, "I say I can bag this guy, it's no big deal."

"I call bullshit," Angie said defiantly.

"If he isn't some gay dumb ass, I can get him," Kate replied confidently, "he won't resist for long."

"Oh shit," Angie said good naturally.

Kate said, "Bring 'em back alive."

"But how will we know?" Angie asked, "how do we know that you actually fucked him."

Kate giggled and said, "Because I'm telling you."

"We're gonna need proof," Heather said.

Angie said, "Make a sex tape."

"A sex tape," Kate said with a surprised look.

Angie laughed and then said, "Within the year I have been banging this nineteen year old boy a bunch of times and we made at least three sex tapes."

"Really," Kate replied a little shocked and amazed.

Angie said, "Boy does he ever know how to fuck!"

"Who is this nineteen year old?" Heather asked, interrupting.

"He's a friend of Ethan," Angie replied.

"Your son, you screwed your son's friend?" Heather asked.

"Yeah," Angie replied laughing at Heather.

Heather said, "You slut."

"Uh huh," Angie replied nodding her head up and down.

All the women laughed then.

"I wouldn't do something like that," Heather said.

Angie said, "That's because you couldn't get him."

"I could so," Heather replied.

"Haven't you ever made a sex tape?" Angie asked Kate somewhat credulously.

"No, I haven't," Kate said.

Angie said, "Do you have a web cam?"

"No," Kate replied.

"I have one, you can borrow mine if you want," Angie said.

Kate heart raced a bit, a sex tape, wow!

"Sure I'll do it," Kate said confidently.

"You show us a tape of the fuck, and we'll concede the wager," Angie said and giggled.

"Yeah I can do that," Kate said.





2.





Actually Kate had remembered seeing Robbie before but never up close. Kate had never talked to him. She remembered seeing him riding around in the small town they lived in on a bicycle. And she had seen him sitting at the Dairy Dell, an outdoor ice cream and sandwich place. So she put on short tight red shorts and a cut off white t. shirt that had part of the St Louis Cardinals emblem on it and headed for the car. It was about 6:40 in the evening and hot. I hope it isn't too hot for him to be out, Kate thought as she started up the air conditioner. 

"No pre marital sex, my ass," Kate said looking at herself again in the rear view mirror.

She was really excited at the thought of making a sex tape, she had thought about it but hadn't ever done, now hopefully it was going to happen. Kate cruised the town looking for him on his bicycle.

Going all around the small town, she found nothing, he wasn't there, she went past the city park, the pool, the cemetery, the town main drag.

Kate got back to her house and pulled into the garage discouraged, she could lose the bet without ever getting close enough to fuck him! This was something she hadn't thought of. She had figured that seducing him would be the hard part, not just finding him.

She plopped into an easy chair in the living room and thought, I'll go out again around eight, it's only seven now.

Kate waited an hour and then tried again.

She went up to the town square and found him the first thing.

He was sitting there eating an ice cream cone! His bike parked next to him. Kate looked him over, he was a neat as a pin and looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower; he had on blue shorts and a blue button down shirt that didn't completely obscure the bulging arm muscles he had. He was wearing shoes that looked look loafers. It was hard to imagine that he was a plumber, or looking less like a plumber. He had light blond hair cut short and blue eyes and a ruddy complexion. He had a young looking face that alternated being innocent and something else, Kate couldn't tell what. He was big guy, she could see that even when he was sitting down. She pulled her car off the street and parked it.

Kate went up to the window and ordered.

She leaned up against the window of the place and stuck her ass out so he would get a good look at her tanned legs and butt. It was hot and she was nervous and she ordered a banana split and sat down in the chair next to him. She began eating, he looked over at her and said, "Hi."

"Hi," Kate replied.

She said, "I saw you at Angie Borzini's house, you're the plumber handyman guy."

"Yeah," he said, "I really like that house, the pool there is great."

Then he said, "She was having a party or something, and you were there."

She looked at him smiled and said, "I'm Kate Ramson."

"Robbie Nichols."

Kate told herself smile, make eye contact.

Kate said, "Yeah we were a having a pool party."

"What we mostly did is sit around and talk about men," Kate replied.

Make eye contact she thought, sometimes that was enough to get them going, her sex stare could be pretty potent.

"Actually your name come up that day," Kate said.

"Really?" he said smiling at her.

"Uh huh," Kate said and giggled at him.

Kate was eating her ice cream pretty fast.

Robbie said, "I hope it wasn't bad."

Kate replied, "No, it was all good stuff."

Kate had learned to be confident with men, the more confident the better, she approached these seductions with the attitude that there was just no way they could possibly turn her down.

He sat there not saying anything for a bit.

"We thought you were pretty hot," Kate said.

"Cool," Robbie loudly.

He was looking off across the street, not looking at Kate.

Look at me Goddammit! Kate thought, the idea practically burning a hole in her brain.

"We were like wow!" she said cooing at him.

Robbie didn't quite know what to think, so he glanced over at Kate. He could see her staring at him. She smiled at him and he could feel that, and she was practically burning a hole in his head with her eyes.

Kate asked, "Do you work out a lot?"

"Some but a lot of it is I do a lot of hard work with the job I have," he said.

"Yeah well it's working whatever it is," Kate said.

He looked at Kate again, she gave him a sexy smile that he could feel in his toes. Kate smiled at these potential seductive targets as though they had just shot lots of nice hot cum into her and made her orgasm.

Robbie looked at her again, it was hard not to, she was coming on to him, it was obvious, she wasn't being very discrete about it either. Actually it was pretty brazen.

Robbie could heat coming over him, he didn't want to get an erection in public, there were a couple of kid's standing at the Dairy Dell window, Kate didn't seem to notice them or care.

He was looking at her now, not every second but he kept looking away and then looking back.

Kate felt like she was making some good headway, so she continued, pouring it on. she said, "I'm telling you baby, we were really fucking impressed, all of us, I was like look at those arm muscles."

"Thanks again," Robbie said with a friendly tone.

"You're welcome baby," Kate said with a saucy tone.

Robbie looked at her again and she said, "I mean hells bells, a girl can only take just so much."

He just could not help it, he was getting turned on.

Kate had learned a few things about the hot points and the breaking points of her bad girl routine, be confident, be aggressive and make lots of eye contact, 

She got up and stood over where he was sitting, she said, "I'd like you to come over, I've got a hole that needs fixing."

"Well I can't do anything now, it's way after hours," Robbie said uncomfortably.

Robbie didn't know what to do, he was getting into a sexual fever, and he didn't always care for such feelings, this one had gone a lot farther than they almost always went.

Kate flashed a shit eating grin at him and said, "Well I'm sure you've got the right tool for the job, don't you."

Robbie couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Kate said, "Wanna come over?"

"Okay," he replied swallowing.

Kate said, "Do you want to follow me on your bike to my place?"

"Sure."

"Yes!" Kate said as she got in her car and started the engine up, she was getting close to it now.





3.





Kate's house wasn't far from the Dairy Dell, she parked and he followed her. Kate opened the door and went in first, turned a light on and stood there provocatively. 

"Well here we are," Kate said.

Kate turned her back to him and stuck her ass out and ground it, "Look at this," she said.

Robbie took his hand and slapped it hard.

"Owwww!" Kate said and then giggled.

She turned back and around and said, "You sonavabitch."

He put his hand down and pulled at her tight cut offs, "Get those shorts off," he said.

"Yes sir," Kate said and pulled her shorts down and stepped out of them.

Kate grinned broadly, the quiet kid had turned into an animal! Fantastic!

She smiled at him and ground her hips suggestively, in an attempt to turn him on even more.

"Just what the hell do you think you're gonna do?" she asked provocatively.

He grabbed her and threw her up against the wall.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Then he kissed her hard, his tongue jamming itself into her mouth.

He grabbed her tit and squeezed.

"Owww, you fucker," Kate said and giggled again.

He was being rough with her and demanding, Kate's heart raced, this was better even than she had hoped for.

Kate could his cock throbbing against her thighs, it was close now!

Thinking about how she needed to film something, Kate said, "Wait baby, I want to tell you something."

He paid no attention to her, his powerful arms crushing her and then throwing her against the front door.

"Let me tell you something," Kate tried again.

It was too late, Kate could see that, she had seen this before with guys, he was ready and he had to that pussy! Her pulse raced and she wrapped herself around him as tight as she could, and waited for the fuck to start.

His dick was a big and powerful as the rest of him was, it was hard and hot and she felt in penetrate her waiting snatch.

"Oh fuck!" she said as it filled her up.

"Come on baby," Kate emphatically, "harder, come on."

Kate was already sexually excited to a high degree, and she liked to encourage her men to really fuck her as hard as they can.

Robbie heard her gasp as he got in, good! He thought. Kate was very pretty, Kate was sexy, also she was a vixen running around trying to get younger men to screw her. She was a pushy brazen little bitch, and he was turned on by her! But he resented her too, in a way he couldn't hardly describe.

So he pounded away at her, as viciously as he could, long hard strokes, as hard and fast as he could.

"Aw shit!" Kate yelled as he went harder and faster.

"Owww!" Kate yelled. 

He was really being hard on her, and it hurt at first, then her pussy recovered after a minute or so and began responding to it. It was like electrical shock waves coming out of her ass, jolts of sexual energy began pouring out all over her body, they were hot flashes.

Her head was leaning on his shoulder close to his neck, she opened her mouth and went, "Whewwww!"

He hammered her as though he was trying to see how quick he could cum.

He wasn't able to cum fast and it went on, he could hear her sighing and the look she had, if he was punishing her, it wasn't working. 

So on he went.

Kate usually felt her orgasm's start with her pussy spasming, then a bright light would flash on and off. Then she would feel a sensation of motion or floating, it would be like floating in the air. An intense sense of bliss would come over her when she came into it completely.

Her breath was hot and short, she laid her head on his shoulder again and waited for it to hit her full force. This wall position had worked very well to get a sensitive spot in her vagina.

Her mouth opened and she got an ecstatic look when it came full blast.

Robbie could feel her cunt constricting, and she seemed short of breath, he knew she was close to orgasming.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she yelled when their fuck session reached it's peak.

Seeing what he had done to her, excited Robbie even more than ever, and his cock, already burning, reached a fever pitch. His balls boiled with the need to shoot their load.

He hadn't been interested at first, but she had seduced him, and then he just had to fuck her, now he was ready to finish, he needed to reach orgasm and find the satisfaction of cumming.

Robbie could see that she was already in some kind of high state, and he pushed harder and harder to reach the peak.

Then suddenly he could feel it! Robbie shut his eyes and let his cock shoot out it's payload of hot white cum. He felt himself moan when he finally hit the orgasm button. God how had wanted to let that little bitch have it! Then the shots of hot cum started hitting her equally hot pussy! 

Kate had her head on his shoulder, she held her breath in anticipation of what she had wanted all evening, her cunt being blasted with loads of scalding male cum.

She had one orgasm and then had another one.

Kate stood there panting.

"Wheww!" she said.

She kissed him twice, "Thanks for that, wow!" she said.

Robbie was satisfied now, he had gotten into this hot new chick like a runaway freight train, had gotten her fast and hard and got his rocks off like crazy.

Once he had had his orgasm almost immediately Kate noticed he turned back into the quiet nice guy he was before she got him turned on.

She grinned at him, "You do good baby."

"So do you Kate, I like you a lot," Robbie replied.

"I wasn't sure about you there for awhile," Kate said, "but then you came around."

He kissed her and said, "What was it you were trying to say before Kate?"

He had pulled out but Kate could feel all the cum in her wet pussy.

"I couldn't talk to you before, you had to have your piece of ass," Kate said and rolled her eyes at him.

"Well," he said.

Kate kissed him, then she said, "You had to have a fuck."

Kate said, "I know you guys, if I ever made a pornographic movie it would be called, He's just gotta have it."

Robbie said, "I don't know that's true."

"Oh come on!" Kate said laughing at him.

She said, "That day I had to go to the bathroom at Angie's house I saw you and I thought boy is he handsome."

"You're beautiful Kate," Robbie replied.

"Thanks," she said kissing his cheek.

"My friend used to talk about cougars a lot, he said the best of them usually had a certain look, you've got that same look Kate, my friend used to call it the Cougar Stare," Robbie said.




Cougar Awakening Ch. 03



Kate was ready to get pissed off, but then accepted what he said as a compliment. After all, this was how she had wanted to be seen, a confident woman taking charge of her own life, making her own ground rules. She hadn't wanted to accept it, but she was a cougar, hot and aggressive.

"What is the Cougar Stare?" Kate asked.

Robbie said, "Well a lot of young girls can be shy or insecure, they look away if you look at them, a cougar doesn't do that, she looks right at you, and keeps looking, she's not afraid or embarrassed."

"Are you trying to compliment me Bob?" Kate asked.

"Well yes," he replied.

"Alright!" Kate said.

She took his left hand with hers and squeezed it.

"Just let me talk for awhile and say what it was I was driving at before," Kate said.

Robbie nodded.

Then she said, "Hey you wanna go sit down?"

"Sure."

She led him by the hand to the couch.

"What I was trying to say before," Kate started, "is I had thought about making a sex tape."

"A sex tape?" he asked seemingly surprised.

"Yeah," she said, "I was at a party with some of the girls I went to college with awhile back and one of them showed a sex tape that she had made with her boyfriend."

"Most of the women there had done one and I started thinking wow, I'd like to do one," Kate said.

"Uh huh," Robbie said.

"You're an attractive guy and I thought maybe we could like do one," Kate said.

Robbie replied, "Boy I don't know about that."

Then he thought for minute and said, "Surely a girl as pretty as you are wouldn't have too hard time finding a man to do one."

Kate said, "You know sometimes we women like to brag a little bit about our men friends, and I particularly would like to be seen doing it with you, certainly I have other boyfriends."

"I don't think so," Robbie said with a low key tone.

"You're a big strong handsome looking dude," Kate said trying to play on his vanity.

Kate said, "It only took me one look, that day at the house and I said to myself wow, would I like to meet him!"

"I don't know, I don't think so," he said.

Kate was sitting next to him, then she got up and stood in front of him.

She said, "Baby do I have to show you again who's boss?"

He stared up at her.

"Doing a sex tape, that's what I want and you're gonna give me what I want," Kate said with a saucy tone, like she had talked to him before her sexual conquest.

She said, "You like women and you like pleasing them don't you?"

Robbie felt uncomfortable, he didn't always like anonymous sex, which is why he'd turned Angie down and one or two others, Kate didn't seem like the 'love em' and 'forget em' kind of girl at all, and also when she got to looking at him, making eye contact and smiling, he felt like a fourteen year old boy looking at the hottest, sexiest eighteen year old head cheer leader for seven hundred miles around.

Kate said, "Like I said, I wanna do a sex tape, and, you're gonna give me what I want."

"Oh, alright," he said.

Kate grinned, thinking to herself, I am good!

"Good."

She said, "How about this, our porn names are going to be Kate Conquest and Robbie Hardbody, like it?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Robbie Hardbody gets seduced and fucked by Kate Conquest," Kate said, "you see her and you follow her, you're a peeper."

"Uh huh," Robbie said.

"I see you peeping in the window and I ask you in," Kate said, obviously pleased with her plot scenario.

"Cool," he replied.

"I'm kinda nervous about it though, the sex tape," Robbie said.

"I'm a little nervous too," Kate replied, "I think together we'll be okay."

Kate was not embarrassed, she was eager to do a sex tape, but she told Robbie that because he seemed embarrassed about doing it.

"Here's the thing," she said, "we start out by getting a good shot of me from the back, my legs and my ass."

"Okay," he said.

"The thing is, you're looking in the window, you're a Peeping Tom, I know you're out there and I'm putting on a show for you," Kate said eagerly, "I know you're out there, you've followed me before."

"That sounds cool, you've got a plot ready, good," Robbie replied.

"We cut to you looking in the window, then cut again to me coming towards the window, and get a good shot of my tits," Kate said.

Kate said, "Then I go to the door and catch you out there, then I ask you in."

She said," We'll mount a camera and show you pinching my ass as you walk in."

Kate said, "Then we'll do it just like it happened, you throw me up against the door, order me to take my shorts, panties and bra off, and I say Yes Sir!"

Kate kissed him, "Don't be afraid to be rough, she said, "just like before, a lot of women like that, I know I do."

Kate kissed again harder, "You come in and you take your piece of ass, you don't wait to see if it's okay."

"I see Kate," Robbie replied.

"How you did it before, that was goood!" she said and sighed.

"Then we'll get a cum shot," Kate said excitedly, she was turned on already.

"You mean a creampie?" Robbie asked.

"Oh yeah!" Kate said, "every porno viewer likes that, close up shot of a hot pussy right after it's been fucked."

He was getting excited, just like Kate thought he would.

Robbie helped Kate set up different cameras in the living room and the guest bedroom, she was using the camera that Angie had given as well as some others borrowed from her sister and brother.

Then the shot progression went just as Kate had suggested, he was peeping on her, she knew it and put on a show for his behalf.

Then Robbie came in like the first time, and shoved her up against the door, obviously ready to have his way with her, in standing up rough sex.

He ordered her to take off her clothes and she was ready.

Kate was a hot and sexy girl, and Robbie was absolutely ready to fuck her again.

She had pulled her undies off and her wet glistening pussy waited in hot anticipation, she was already soaked with sperm and her cum from the other fuck.

Her arms went around his neck and she smiled at him, "C'mon baby," she said to encourage him.

Then he slammed into and pushed her ass up against the door, just like he had before.

Kate felt like she been impaled, and she wriggled around on top of the big dick. Then the heat and sexual energy began poring out of her cunt and she made a long grateful sigh.

They had stationed cameras at butt level on either side of them to get good shots of his ass pounding hers. And also another camera behind him to get an upper view of their sexual escapade.

He pounded away at her hard and fast, he opened her ass up and hit it like it like he had a fist. Kate felt like it was a fist, but it wasn't, it was a perfectly shaped penis giving her the works, and a man who was six two with an ass as hard as a rock from years of heavy work.

Robbie stretched her cunt with hard deep thrusts, her pussy felt like a velvet, a hot snatch that seemed to be determined to draw the cum out of him.

Kate was turned on! This was just exactly what she had been thinking about before she became a 'cougar'. She used to stand looking at a hot young guy with her tongue hanging out, thinking wow, would I ever like to fuck that! Then most of the time he wouldn't do anything about it and she wouldn't do any thing about it. Now it was different, she was pretty regularly having the kind of sex that she had wanted.

She was giddy and alternated between laughing and moaning. Kate knew he couldn't hold out too long against her hot cunt, and she was coaxing him to cum.

"Come on baby," she said cooing at him, "come on."

Robbie lasted longer this time than he had previously, but he was excited as hell, this was good sex! An enthusiastic partner who wanted this kind of sex.

He got to the edge and looked over, his balls tingling and his cock spasming, her hot snatch had made him want to shoot her full of cum.

His eyes were shut now, he hauled off and poured it into her, it was lot of nice hot cum, although not quite as much as the first time, a deep satisfying orgasm, that made him blink and pant.

Kate liked Robbie and she giggled and laughed as he finished her off.

She could feel that he was ready and yelled, "Oh shit!"

Kate waited breathlessly and expectantly, then the hot shots of scalding sperm smashed the walls of her grateful cunt.

She grinned ecstatically all that great cum was her's now!

She stood panting and laughing, "Our first sex tape fuck," Kate said.

"You want that talk in the film?" Robbie asked.

"I'll edit that out."

Once they were finished the kid put on his clothes like The Flash, and the emotion of sex evaporated off his face like he had never thought of it a day in his life. He stood there looking at her dressing.

He was immaculate, his hair was combed, his clothes straightened and there wasn't a drop of sweat on him.

"Should I go now?" he asked questioningly.

"Only if you're coming back," Kate replied.

She walked over to where he was and he put his arms around her and lifted up, she melted into her arms.

"Of course I'm coming back," he said.

"Good, very good," she said kissing him.

It was dark now, Robbie looked out of the window several times.

"What are you looking at?" Kate asked.

"I'm looking for Walkers," Robbie replied.

"You mean Jim and Madge Walker?" Kate said.

"No, I'm looking for The Walkers, The Biters, Rick and Daryl aren't here to take care of them, so I watch out before I get on my bike," Robbie said.

Kate said, "You seem vague to me sometimes."

Robbie smiled at something she couldn't see and left.





4.





He sent an email the next day that read; 'It was great to meet you, thanks for last night, you're beautiful and awesome.'

Kate read this and went, "Ooooh."

She wrote back, "You're welcome baby, I was so excited about doing my first porno movie I couldn't hardly sleep, btw when's the next fuck??? hint, hint.'





5.





Kate proudly showed the girls her video on the computer, and went into great detail and her fling with her latest boy toy Robbie, they oooh and ahhed and complimented her on her 'acting'.

She had won her bet, then later on when they were all at the Mexican restaurant, Kate lifted her margarita glass and said, "Never underestimate the power of pussy."



Cougar Awakening Ch. 04



Chapter 4 Cop Girl


1.

Carl was packing his things, what few things he had and was putting them in a garbage bag. The other people at the prison were packing too. The war between Woodbury and The Prison had reached a breaking point. He had his dad's sheriff's hat on, he packed his rifle up and turned around to leave. 

Ben Heinrich watched with interest, The Walking Dead was his favorite t.v. show. And he was watching it early in the morning when he should have been getting ready for school. He was a tall muscular looking kid, a football type, a senior, with sandy hair and a boyish face. He had dvded the show.



2.



Holly Haviland was coming in the middle of the semester, to teach for a couple of weeks for a teacher who had gotten sick. Sometimes she worked as a caterer, but she also did some substitute teaching.

Pretty and sexy, she had a definite taste for young boys. She smiled wickedly thinking about some of her sexual escapades. She had seduced as least one male student in most of the high schools that she had taught at. And she was always ready to try another sexual conquest. The mother of one of the boys she had bedded down had called her a cradle robber. In that she was like the other cougars in her pack, the ones who passed around sex tapes of their adventures, a pert little cradle robber, brazen and shameless.

Holly inevitably looked for the most attractive of the young boys, and the ones that were looking for the hottest girls, not some scumbag who would fuck anybody just to have sex. She didn't like that at all, and it turned her off. She wanted men to have taste, even in high school. 

She came into the school and went to the room she had been told to go to.

Ben, afraid of being late, came in after she did, and took the seat he usually sat in.

He was wide shouldered and muscular. Holly's mouth dropped open and she looked at him, he saw her looking at him, she was looking too long, it was a look that always meant the same thing!

"Wow!" She said to herself and her pulse started racing, Holy shit, the first day!

Holly, if she was going to like them, it happened very quickly within a few seconds, and if it didn't happen that fast, it wasn't going to happen at all.

She had learned that some of these hot kids were embarrassed or uptight about doing it with teacher. And she had developed from experience subterfuges to get them in position until she could make her first pass, or get that first kiss in. The goal, get them alone at her place! Although she liked to be noticed and wanted them to pay attention to her.

Ben saw her looking at him, and wondered if she might be a cougar, she looked the right age for it, between thirty five and forty. He had dealt with cougars before, hot thirty and forty somethings on the prowl. He had ran into one at the doctor's office earlier in the year when he'd broken his wrist. A nurse who had hit on him repeatedly until he'd agreed to 'come over to her place, where she had proceeded to fuck the shit out of him. And had asked to come back again and again after that. When she had a day off and he had spare time, here came the phone call and the fuck sessions began again.

She knew a fair amount of the boys had been paying attention to her, and she liked putting on a show for them, that was much of the fun of substitute teaching, showing off for those teenage boys!

It went on like this for several school days, her flirting with the teenage boys and prancing around. But Ben had not approached her as she had wanted.

It was evening now, and Holly was home, the cell phone rang and she answered it, it was Kate Ramson, another cradle robbing cougar like herself.

After some chit chat Kate asked, "So hows it going with the new guy?"

Holly replied, "Well I'd hoped he would approach me but he hasn't."

"Well that little fucker," Kate said.

Holly said, "Kate you ought to see the shoulders on that kid, he looks like a fucking Adonis."

"Wow," Kate replied.

"He is so handsome I can't stand it," Holly said.

"Oh God," Kate said.

Holly said, "I'm telling you Kate this kid is driving me nuts, I sit there at my desk, thinking come on honey, come on baby, come on honey, come on ask, ask! I'll you have to do is ask honey. And he won't do it."

Kate said, "Yeah I've felt like that, maybe drop a hint."

"I have dropped a hint."

"Why the fuck won't he ask me out?" Holly asked loudly.

"Maybe he's shy, I don't know," Kate said.

"When I first met Caleb, I thought he was the hottest kid I had ever seen, and I told him to his face how hot he was, I was going to a school function with him and his mother, and I got in a kiss every chance I got, I asked him out the first night we met, and I fucked him the first night I met him," Kate said triumphantly.

"Wow," Holly exclaimed, hit by a blast of envy caused by Kate's story of cougar conquest.

Kate said, "That was about the first time I had approached a young boy for sex, I just hadn't for whatever reason, I was embarrassed, I don't know."

Holly said, "I was embarrassed I think, but some of these kids were so hot, I couldn't resist."

Holly laughed and said, "I just had to have one of them."

Kate said, "And then, one wasn't enough."

"No, it wasn't!"

"There's a good amount of young guys who like women like us, thank God, we're experienced and stuff," Kate said, "I've been turned down, but not that much considering."

"Right," Holly replied.

"Remember we're in constant competition with high school girls, college girls," Kate said.

"Sure."

"Right now there could be some hot high school cheerleader that's fucking him every chance she gets," Kate said. 

"Yeah, I know," Holly replied.

"My advice, get in his face and tell him what you want and be confident, tell him how cute you think he is, proposition him, go after him, that's what I'd do, I didn't used to be like that, but I am now, I see some young stud that I like, I go right after him," Kate said, "I don't wait."

"Yeah sometimes I'd like some 18 year old hottie to tell me how pretty I am," Holly replied. 

"He'll tell you how pretty you are, give him a chance, he'll do whatever you want," Kate replied.

"You think so?" Holly asked.

"Yeah," Kate said, "to me a lot of this is attitude, I see the hottie and I go up to him and I say Hi I'm Kate Ramson and I think you're totally hot, and behind this is the idea that I expect him to think I am hot too, and I expect him to do whatever I want."

"Cool" Holly exclaimed.

"I have learned quite a bit in not that long period of time," Kate said, "a lot of it is attitude, you gotta be confident, sometimes I'm not as confident as I appear, but I always act there is absolutely no way that I could get turned down, it just isn't possible, he just absolutely going to do whatever the fuck I want."

"Yeah you should write a book for aspiring cougars," Holly said.

"Yeah, I'll call it Kate Ramson's Cougar Seduction or how I fucked my friend's 18 year old son!" Kate said and laughed.

"Did you do that?" Holly asked.

"Sure that's Caleb, I'm friend's with his mother," Kate said.

"Does she know?"

"I'm not sure I think so, she's never said anything about it, and he has spent numerous nights at my house," Kate said.

"I've made up my mind, he gets the first pass tomorrow, if that little hunk won't make the first move then I will," Holly declared.

"Well good luck," Kate said and laughed.

"Oh thanks," Holly replied and hung up.

After four school days, Holly had just had it. It was all she could do to keep her tongue from hanging out. How she wanted him, it burned into her brain like fire! And, she was used to getting what she wanted to when it came to boys. Ben for his part had thought about approaching her, but she was his teacher! He had noticed her strutting around, of course, all the boys had. He had fantasized about taking her to his house when his parents were gone and fucking her. She had hoped that he would say something to her but he hadn't. She knew the day before that she was reaching a breaking point. She had asked some of the other teachers about the kid, so that she could start a conversation about something. She would try to make it as smooth as possible, but, she was going after him now, smooth or no smooth!

After class on the fifth day, she went up to him after class and said she wanted to talk to him about something.

She said, "Hey some of the people said you know quite a bit about cars."

"Yeah, I've taken a lot of auto mechanics classes and I work on them in my spare time."

Ben was already nervous, and now here he was talking to Ms Hotstuff!

"You want to come out and look at my car?" she asked.

Holly walked out to the parking lot and he followed.

"Will you get in?" she asked.

He got in and she started the car and they took off.

She drove out to a small park at the edge of town and pulled in.

"What are we doing here?" he asked.

She took a pipe to smoke marijuana out of the glove compartment and lit it. He watched a puff of smoke hit the ash tray.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with your car," Ben said.

"Oh fuck," Holly said, "I just wanted to talk to you, there's nothing wrong with my car."

She took a big puff of smoke and blew it in his face.

"Hey!" he exclaimed and then laughed.

"Watch this," she said, then another good puff, inhaled it and then blew the smoke puff right at him.

"Hey," he said again.

She giggled and laughed at him.

"I knew a kid last year who used to love it when I smoked him, although it wasn't with pot, Misty Lights 120s," Holly said.

This was kind of odd, Ben thought, although it was turning him on, he was already on his way to a nice erection.

"I just wanted to see if I could smoke you up," Holly said, then threw her hair back. The light caught her pretty hair in a good way.

She took another puff, then Ben watched as the ball of smoke hit the ashtray.

Ben said, "You couldn't smoke me."

"Wanna bet," she said quickly.

"I can always tell when I can smoke a boy up, you laughed when you were hit by the smoke, that means I can smoke you."

Holly said, "I've had my eye on you, I admit it."

"I've had my eye on you too," Ben replied.

"Really," she said looking over at him.

She had a nice voice, high pitched like a bell.

"Would you get mad if I kissed you?" Ben asked.

Holly said, "Look young man why do you think I brought you out here?"

"I don't know," he replied.

"Go for it," she said.

She leaned over and tilted her head sideways, the way women have for eons when they know a kiss is coming.

"Ummm" she said sticking her tongue in his mouth.

He had gotten in the first kiss, great! She thought.

Ben looked over at her, she grinned at him and her eyes snapped, he had done just the right thing in asking for a kiss.

Holly loved to neck in cars, she had ever since college kid had taken her virginity at sixteen.

Ben looked over at her, she was extremely pretty, with row after row of beautiful white teeth, tall with wide shoulders, and perfectly shaped jugs. She had a small waist line, but wide hips and a big butt that looked like it could have fucked an elephant; not a pound too much or pound too little. She was a sultry little seducer, a high school kid's dream of a hot sexy cougar come to life right in front of him, right there for the taking!

He smiled at her and leaned over for another kiss. That pretty mouth opened again and he got another nice hot kiss.

She put her arms around Ben and kissed him again, happy with the way he was talking the initiative.

"Way to go honey, she said admiringly and laughed a little, he really seemed like he was getting into her, and her heart was bouncing around.

She picked up the pipe again and took another puff.

"You want some smoke?" she asked.

"No, that's okay."

"Well you'd better be ready for smoke young man because in two days I'm going to smoke you up," she said.

"I said I wasn't sure I like smoke," Ben said.

"I don't give a fuck what you said," Holly replied, "I'm going to smoke you, aren't you paying attention."

Be aggressive and be confident! Holly said to herself, she stared at him, you are going to do what I want dude, she thought. I am a cougar and we bite!

She took another puff of the pot smoke, set herself and blew it right at him. Then quickly took another, and blew another smoke ball at his face.

Ben looked at her, he saw her staring a hole through his face, then another ball of smoke came and then another.

Ben looked at her and thought, this was an entirely different story, he was used to dealing with snotty high school girls, This was a different story for sure. He was not used to dealing with conniving and manipulative cougars, most of whom had one thing in mind from a guy his age.

Her staring at him made his heart race and he got tremendously excited. It was a hot stare that would have melted a block of concrete. If Holly wanted to turn him on, she was succeeding. 

She wanted him and was trying to get her claws into him, and start having some regular motherfucking sex before some cheerleader beat her to it.

She reached over and felt his lap, she just had to find out if she was getting to him, and there it was, a nice big hard on!

She started grinning, great!

Ben was already understanding what she meant by a smoke ritual, it was hypnotic and seductive, wow. It was already reaching the point where it was hard to think about anything else.

"Thursday evening, I want to smoke you," Holly said.

Then she said, "You're starting to see how it works aren't you."

"Yeah," he exclaimed, "I want to do it."

"Good."

Then she said, "Not only have I got my smoke ritual, but I've also got Cop Girl."

"Cop Girl?" Ben asked.

"Yeah I've got whole cop outfit, I got a billy club, I got hand cuffs," Holly said wickedly.

Wow this was getting better by the minute, Ben thought, his mind and pulse racing.

"Cop Girl always gets what she wants," Holly said.

"That sounds great," Ben replied.

"I've done sex videos with Cop Girl," Holly said, unable to resist bragging to her would be conquest.

"You mean you really do pornographic videos," Ben asked incredulously.

"Sure," Holly said pleased with her bragging and his reaction to it.

She grinned at him, "Thursday evening, I can show you Cop Girl and I want to smoke you."

"Great," he replied. Ben was supposed to go a movie with some of his male friends, but he was so turned on by the older hottie, that he couldn't resist.

"Cool," she said going for another kiss.

"Why don't I take you back to the school now," Holly said.

"Okay."

"Alright," Holly said triumphantly after he left. Then she took some more smoke, inhaling and holding it before blowing towards the windshield.

She was very close now, and her heart was racing, in two days, he would be hers!

3.

Ben masturbated furiously the day before, he was just incredibly turned on. He had seen what she could do to him with her 'smoke ritual', it was sultry and hypnotic, like she had done something to his mind with it. He couldn't wait for her to do it!

He was actually going to fuck the hot teacher that all the boys had been talking about. She had flirted with a fair amount of the boys, and seemed to like all the attention she got. Now he was gonna bang her.



4.



Ben was sitting half naked in a chair in front of corner in a small living room. He had a shirt on and his shoes, but that was it. Holly was standing over him looking down at him. She was dressed, in high heels, a short black skirt, and a white shirt was was partially open all the way to her belly button. 

"I'm your smoke mistress," she said, "and I'm here to teach you about the smoke ritual."

"Yes," Ben said.

She picked up a cigarette off of a table, it was long and thin looking, all white. Then he was handed a lighter. 

"Light up when I tell you to," she said.

After a little bit she leaned down over him, and he lit it for the first time. Then, he braced himself for that first puff of smoke! Ben was really excited, having smoke blown at him the other day had caused a type of sexual excitement he had never really experienced before., and he couldn't wait for her to masturbate him, which is what he thought was gonna happen.

Then it came, a white creamy ball that exploded when it hit his face.

Another one came with the same result, the thick creamy smoke took his breath away for a second or two.

Then a third ball of smoke smashed into his face, with the excitement and the temporary difficulty in breathing, he saw stars for a minute. Ben wasn't used to smoke and it hung around his head like an opaque cloud.

Holly laughed at him, "I am your smoke mistress, and you're here to do whatever I want."

She looked down at the hard on, how she had wanted it, and now there it was! She took it in her hands and leaned down and kissed, then swirling her tongue around the tip and licking the shaft up and down.

"That is a nice cock young man," Holly said grinning at him.

"Thanks," he said, almost embarrassed.

"Did I cause that kind of an erection?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am you did, with your smoke ritual," Ben said.

"Well good for me!"

Then she took his hard on in her hand and began masturbating him. She jerked him up and down, waiting for enough pre cum to get his erection really wet. She giggled and occasionally leaned down and gave his cock a fast kiss.

The cigarette was half smoked down now, and the smoke hovered around his face. He was beginning to see what she meant by a smoke up, it created a world of it's own. He was getting a feeling of euphoria, almost like smoking weed. The sexual excitement mixed with sometime difficulty in breathing, was creating in intense feeling of desire, the likes of which he had never experienced before, not in this exact way.

He had lots of pre cum bow and she ground away on him, jerking his large cock off.

Holly's cunt was wet with desire, and he could hear her sighing.

She was really pleased with herself, another fine eighteen year old cock, yes!

Holly leaned over him jerking him off, occasionally laughing and kissing him.

"You may not like smoke, but your cock likes it a lot," Holly said.

"Yeah," he replied with emphasis.

"Yeah, I knew it would," she said.

"How did you know?' he asked.

"You're not first boy I've smoked young man," Holly said laughing again.

Ben had seen women turned on before and this was it, desire was written all over h face.

"Come on baby," she said encouraging him to ejaculate.

Then she went over and picked up the still burning cigarette, "Maybe this will get your attention."

She stood right in front of him and said, "Watch this."

Then he watched as yet another ball of thick creamy smoke and blasted his face. 

She stared down at his cock, waiting impatiently for all the hot cum to shoot out, so she could swallow it.

"Come on baby," she said yet again.

She jerked him harder and faster trying to reach a climax.

Holly took his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them, she knew what was boiling inside them and she wanted it! But all things take time.

Then Holly leaned down, took the pretty cock in her hands and gave it a kiss and a suck, swirling her tongue around the tip. 

Ben could hear her sigh ever time she jerked him up and down, as though she was ready to cum herself.

Then she leaned down and kissed him, "Come on baby."

This went on for a few seconds more then, panting and sweating Ben's cock opened up an shot it's wad! The hot cum hit him in the chest with about four shots, then it ran down. Holly watched, transfixed. After a few seconds she stuck her tongue out and licked it off his chest. Then licked what was left off the cock. She breathed hard herself, and bolts of sexual energy shot through her body after what she had just witnessed.




Cougar Awakening Ch. 04



Ben sat there exhausted, after a big orgasm. 

She went behind him and put her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. 

"That is a smoke up young man," she said.

"Wow," he replied, "that was awesome, I never did anything like that before, but I feel sort of spacey."

"That's normal," she said, "after a smoke up, you'll feel a little spacey, then you'll feel very relaxed."

"Okay."

"I want you leave the smoke on for a last six hours," Holly said.

"Why," he said, "my hair and clothes are really smokey."

"Because I said so, that's why," Holly said.

Ben said nothing.

Holly laughed," I can be a little domineering."

She kissed his neck, "I can be a little dom, and, I can be a little bitch."

Ben laughed at this remark.

She said, "When I smoke a guy, it gives me power, so you have to do what I tell you after the smoke up, it's part of the smoke ritual, and I can smoke you up again whenever I want."

She got up and stood in front of him.

"Leave the smoke on for six hours, it will remind you of our smoke up," she said.

Ben looked up at her, he shivered a little, she was turning him on! He could definitely see what she meant about smoke ups. He absolutely wanted to do what she wanted, there was no question about it. He could hardly control himself.

"Okay," he said.

The thing to say is Yes Ma'am," she said.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good, lets go fuck."



5.





Kate Ramson and her friends had been making sex tapes with their boy toys, every few weeks a new sex video would get passed around among the women, homemade Internet pornography. 

Kate had become an eager and aggressive cougar, brazenly approaching barely of age males for sex, also she had become an enthusiastic masturbator, masturbating along with each new fuck tape.

She opened the desk drawer where her computer was and pulled out a nine inch rubber dildo. Kate was naked from the waist down. She pulled the video up on the computer, wondering what this one would be. The women had certain themes that each one of them liked, Angie liked to dress up like a French maid, Maizy liked nurses outfits, Kate herself liked rough sex, and things that were close to rape, without actually being rape. 

The video's title was Cop Girl, staring Victoria Pinhead, and Chuck U Farley. 

"Chuck U Farley!" Kate said laughing out loud. 

It started out with a woman sitting in a cop car, then in a few seconds and young kid roared by in a red pick up truck.

The woman turned on the flashing lights and went after him, after a little bit he pulled over into a parking lot.

Kate recognized the woman cop, it was her friend Holly. She got out of the cop car and stood there a minute. She had a short sleeved blue shirt on, but it had been turned into a Pam Anderson type tittie top. It was unbuttoned at least half way down, and it showed the juggy well built cleavage that Holly was so proud of, and was so fond of showing off. Her cop pants were hip hugger and down on her hips, actuating her wide hips and shapely ass.. 

Wow! Kate thought wait until he gets a look at that, and split her vagina lips with her dildo.

Holly had friends that helped her with the filming, especially the part with two cars, IE the cop car following the other car.

She sauntered up to the window and leaned over it, giving the kid inside an excellent view of the amply endowed 'cop'.

His mouth shot open looking at her. 

"That's it," Kate said, "give it to him with both barrels."

"Do you know how fast you were going?" the cop in the movie asked.

"Sixty."

"Try seventy five, and this is a forty five mile an hour zone," she said.

"I'm sorry," the young boy replied.

Kate looked at him, he was a big muscular kid, but very young looking. 

Looking at the handsome young kid on the screen Kate said, "Fuck her, fuck her!"

"You're gonna be sorry sonny because I'm arresting you," she said saucily.

"I'm sorry Ma'am," he said contritely.

"I'm going to kick your ass," the woman in the movie said leering at the young kid.

"That's it, kick his ass," Kate said grinding the dildo into her hot cunt.

"Get out of the car," she ordered.

"Get in the police car, you little troublemaker," she said.

He walked over to the police car.

"Nice ass," she said putting her hand on his butt and pinching it.

He turned his head and grinned at her.

"Turn around you little sonavbitch," the woman cop said and laughed at him.

He got to the car and she shoved him, "Get in the back baby."

He got in and they took off.

They cut then to the car pulling up in front of a house.

The boy said, "This isn't the police station."

"Good observation," she said sarcastically. 

She opened the back door of the car, "Get out."

Then she walked over to the door and unlocked it.

"Get over here," she ordered.

When he didn't go right away she said, "Now!"

The woman stood there for a second and then began caressing the boy's groin.

Then she went through the front door and he followed her.

She turned around and looked at him, her tits pointed at him like a set of gun barrels.

Now the kid got a really good look at her, she was extremely pretty, with light brown hair.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing," she retorted.

"When I saw you go by in the truck, I said to myself, I'm gonna arrest him," the girl said, "you just made it easier by speeding, but I was gonna stop you one way or the other. I was gonna get you."

She put her right hand up to one of the big muscular shoulders and caressed it.

"Oooohhhhh," she said.

"Don't you think it's about time for a kiss baby?" she said.

"Sure," he said.

Kate watched as she melted into those big shoulders like she was born there, and the two of them wrapped around each other.

She kissed his ear and then said, "This better be good baby, or you're gonna get a ticket."

Kate pounded away with her dildo, she was very turned on.

She could see the shit eating smile on Holly's face, she had gotten her man, now a nice hot satisfying fuck was coming!

Kate knew Holly's story, this kid in the video was a student! Way to go Holly. That little slut Kate thought and laughed.

Holly got down on her knees before the kid then unzipped his pants. 

"Take your underwear down baby," she said.

Holly cupped the big hard on in her hands and guided it towards her mouth, then gave it a kiss and a quick suck. She held it like it was a trophy, which in a way it was.

"Ohhh!" Kate exclaimed fucking herself with the dildo.

Kate put her head back in the chair, she thought back to the times she had blown young Caleb, expertly bringing him to climax and then swallowing the precious cum.

When she had first met him, she'd liked him immediately, and he had been the first time she had actively pursued a young boy. And this had began a whole new lifestyle!

Holly grinned up at the young boy and then stuck his cock in her mouth and pushing it in until it tickled the back of her throat.

Kate could hear him moan in gratitude.

In and oot it went, hitting the back of her throat, then a kiss as it came close to coming out.

His dick got harder and harder as she worked on him, she looked up at him and her eyes shined like they had sparks or something.

Kate had really liked these sex videos, the women really got to display their seductive power, they could get and fuck these cute younger guys. Her sultry sexuality was on display for anybody who looked at the video to see.

Kate through her head back and shut her eyes, she imagined Caleb, one of her young boyfriends in her and blasting away harder and faster and harder until he brought her to climax.

How she liked to sleep with him, he poured it on, pounding away as it was the first piece of tail that he ever had, leaving her gasping and panting and breathless!

Now she screwed herself with the dildo, harder and quicker bringing herself to a hot climax.

Kate imagined it was over, after the fuck, and she was lying there sweaty and panting, coming down after a big high, grateful to the handsome young man who had just fucked the shit out of her and had filled her with nice hot male cum. She pushed again with her dildo and then felt it start! Her cunt spasmed and she was on her way.

In her dream he was on top of her, and she felt the fiery rhythm of sex, He pounded away, the cock splitting her open, until, her wet cunt got what it wanted. The hot sperm blasted the inside of her pussy walls satisfying her, and making her orgasm!

She had hit the G spot and her orgasm ripped through her, it was like being on a roller coaster, immense emotion came in waves, smashing into her and crashing through her whole body. Tremendous hot flashes of pleasure and satisfaction went through her. 

After a minute or so, it was over and she sat there breathing hard.

She emailed Holly, 'Great work, 4 stars, excellent fuck video, I'd love to see lady cop pull that kid over for a nice hot fuck at her place next time.'

6.



The Governor's push to take over The Prison had been stopped. Most of the Woodbury people had had no stomach for shooting it out with The Prison. The Governor in rage fired on some of his own people, most of the rest of them left and asked to be taken in at The Prison. Grimes stood out in the prison yard and watched them. Hershel slapped Tyreese on the back as he came in.

Grimes looked almost happy, it was light and windy, looking like fall, he looked around seeing trees moving, but none of the horrific visions of dead people he'd known. Then he turned and headed for The Prison.



Cougar Bait



Once upon a time, in a far away land... I've always wanted to start a story like that. When I was 19 I moved out my parents home to live in a small country town a couple of hundred kilometres away. I did it for work and stayed with an old football friend of my fathers. He was a bit younger than my Dad and lived in a 3-bedroom house with his wife. I guessed there must be a medical reason that two fit people in their early forties had no children but I never asked. I'm sure he would have tried to knock his wife up because she was one sexy lady. Although she went to the gym a few days a week and ate well she still had a curvy figure that a man (or a boy in my case!) wanted to take a bite out of. And when she started talking to me I would hang on her every word as her pretty green eyes shone and she played with bits of her log brown hair.

I had only been there a few weeks when I came home one Thursday after noon to find Lisa drinking with one of her friends. It was mid afternoon and they were three sheets. I was very keen for a shower after a hard days rigging. 

"How did you get your toy boy to move in? Doesn't Scott care? Or does he swing like that too?" The friend cackled. At a young age I was a bit confronted. Lisa threw her head back and laughed.

"I am sure he's going to find some local slut to blow his load in tomorrow night! He's been here for two weeks and hasn't gone out yet. That's what guys his age want, some tart to throw their legs open for 'em!" Lisa cackled with laughter as I stood there in disbelief that they were talking about me while I was still in the room.

"Guys his age?! That's what they all want, darlin'. No matter the age!" the friend rebutted.

"I might be waiting for the right one you know. Maybe I am different." I decided to defend myself. The girls cackled like drunken house wives again.

"So if some pretty little blonde thing got naked, jumped on your bed and said fuck me! You would ask her for dinner?!?! No way, you would jump on and pump her full come. Wouldn't you big boy?" Lisa asked me. 

I grinned back at her. "Okay, I would still wait for the right one, but I might throw one into right miss right now if she was there."

The women cracked up and I swaggered to the bathroom to take a shower. As I turned on the shower I heard some one call out "Go easy on your self in there, you need some for tomorrow night!"

By the time I was clean and dressed the friend had left and it was just Lisa and I again. The conversation was instantly sexual and centred around me picking up on a Friday or Saturday night. Lisa was a lot more excited about the idea than I was it seemed. I like the thought but she was flushed. She told me it was fine to bring a girl home, in fact I got the impression it was encouraged. Lisa constantly sipped more wine as we talked. 

"What are you going to do if you don't pick up?" She asked me. I told her I would take matters into my own hands. At that she pouted and told me it was such a waste. 

"What else am I going to do if I don't?" I asked her. I really didn't see where this could go.

"Ok, I will cut you a deal. I've been thinking about this since you moved in. If I cheated on my husband, well that's a bad thing. But if I fucked my husband, and he didn't want any more, then I could give you some. You know? I've done my marital duties and then if some one was to get left overs that's totally different." Lisa looked up from cooking tea and locked on to my eyes. My cock hardened at what she just said.

"I think you are totally right. If he has had enough why can't you share a little?" I didn't think any thing would come of this so I played along. I thought it was a nice idea but wouldn't go anywhere.

"Alright, Scott is working Saturday morning, so I will try and give him some before he leaves for work. And if you have struck out Friday night you will have a fall back slut to empty your nuts in!" She laughed again as she said this. "So we are agreed? You can have some, but only after my hubby has had enough?"

"You're on!"

Friday night was a drunken blur for me. I went to a pub that had a club in it and danced with a few girls. As I was leaving I ran into one at the taxi line and had a brief pash. Then suffered rejection when I asked her home with me. I stumbled home about 5am. As I walked up the drive I realized Scott's car was gone. Through my drunken haze I realized that he left for work about ten minutes to five. Then my thoughts turned to Lisa. 

I opened the door and crept in quietly. Maybe she had been talking shit. Maybe she wanted a sleep in. Maybe she meant it but hadn't caught Scott before he left. My cock got harder as I tip toed through the house. Their bedroom door was ajar. I peeked through. There was a night light on. I could see Lisa lying on her back, with a sheet over her. My heart was racing, my palm sweated. Even with a nights drunken courage I was only just bold enough to whisper "Are you awake?"

Lisa stirred from her nap. "How did you go with the sluts?" she asked.

Emboldened I pushed the door open and stood at the foot of the bed. "I had one pash but no real chances" I slurred in response. Looking down at her sexy body my cock was now as hard as my pants were going to let it be. The sheet draped across her thighs and torso, covering her breasts, belly and map of Tasmania. But her sexy toned legs shone even in the tiny illumination form the night-light. The sheet hugged her wide hips and then swooped along to her little waist and back out around her breasts. They sat off to the side a little and really gave her body some curves. Far beyond a coke bottle, Lisa was almost an S. 

Her legs slowly parted and the sheet dropped down between them, still teasing me. When she spoke I realised how long I had stared. "Are you going to get naked? I want to have a shower, so hurry up and have your fun." She smiled at me like she was teasing and the realization hit me that she really was going to let me fuck her and leave. I was already euphoric as my clothes came off.

Once I was naked she instructed "Stroke you cock for me, get it really ready." I was already very ready. I was 19! I stroked my erection long and slow, so I wouldn't come. Meanwhile Lisa pulled the sheet up and began playing with her pussy. That nearly made me come then. As we both watched each other masturbate she began to play with her nipples. As soon as I could see them I felt my balls tighten again. I knew I had to get to her before it spontaneously ejaculated. 

As I crawled up the bed she pushed me back with a foot. "Are you ready to come? I'm not going to make love to you." I could only nod as I crawled between her legs. I sat back on my heals once I was close enough to penetrate and looked down at her open pussy. The realisation hit of what I was about to do hit me. Her pubic hair was matted around the sides of her gaping lips and a wet patch stretched out under her bum. As I thought about what I was going to do her hand encircled by rock hard cock and stroked it a couple of times before guiding it between her wet, shiny lips. The feel of her hand was fantastic but the touch of her hot hole enveloping my head made me involuntarily thrust.

I slid straight in and I knew why. She was well lubricated. And I knew why. She was half way to an orgasm. And I knew why. The fact that this housewife was so kinky turned me on so much. Only the alcohol made me last, taking the edge off the sensation and the sensuous nature of the situation.

Lisa tilted her hips back and placed her pedicured little feet on my hips. Her hands went to her clit, one holding her lips apart and one stroking furiously on her clit. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, her head slowly tilted to one side and then her whole body tensed. I just kept thrusting at the same pace, watching her, enjoying the show. As she came down her hands moved to form a ring around my cock while her other hand cupped my balls. As soon as she squeezed I ejaculated. My cock was pulsing and shooting my come into her, but I didn't feel like I had an orgasm. She moaned as I came, feeling my cock harden and my balls tighten.

I slowed my thrusting down but never stopped. I felt like I could still reach an orgasm. Lisa just lay back and watched my face. This time I knew it was me putting on the show. As I built momentum she put her legs over my shoulders and I leant forward onto my hands. This gave me very deep penetration, which combined with the come I'd just shot into her mad her pussy feel so different. The only way I could explain the sensation is that we had a perfect seal between her sexy little pussy and the base of my cock. No come could leave. When I went deep I could feel nothing but liquid. 

This time I came hard. It was like I hadn't come at all yet. I erupted and smashed poor Lisa into the bed as I chased every last gram of feeling. Just as I thought I was done she yelled "Dump that come into your slut!" and promptly came gain. That kept my orgasm going until my balls started to hurt from shooting nothing but air. Gradually I slowed down, and stopped my thrusting, leaving my cock pointing straight down inside her well fucked little hole. 

"Do you want to see how much you shot into me?" She asked. "Go straight back and take me with you." I did just that, grabbing her body and rolling onto my back. She got up onto her haunches and held her pussy open above my pubic hair and let the come roll out of her. Then she slid her fingers in to scoop out more, I loved to watch even though I was sexually sated, my cock now super sensitive. Lots of come slid out of her pooling on my lower belly. 

"There is more in there, deeper..." she whispered then grabbed my still hard cock and slid down on it. The feeling was so intense I cried out. As I slid all the way in I could feel more come deep inside her. Lisa slid off me and fingered herself again until more come slid out and onto my belly. Grabbing my cock she slid down on it again and this time did two strokes before sliding off. I gasped from the sensation and was amazed when what looked like another full load literally poured out of her gaping pussy.

"You are a bad boy fucking dirty sluts like that!" Lisa stated as she jumped off and went to the shower, leaving me covered in come. I didn't mind in the least.



Cougar Bait



Some of my most vivid memories are ignited when I recall my affairs with older women. The encounters all occurred prior to my marriage and were for the most part accidental. I did not target mature women in particular, although I have always been attracted to women who know what they like and want. I was very pleased that on occasion a few of them wanted me.

At first I only thought of these memories as being erotic, but as I began to write I realized that there were other elements involved. The humor, embarrassment, sense of inadequacy, and fear all returned to my mind. Many years later I still sometimes grit my teeth and shudder at the thought of what I had done as a young man.

The following story pretty well contains all of the above elements in one package.

I was working one summer in my hometown following my second year in college. I was dating a girl that I had known since high school, and one to whom I was very attracted. Emily was a girl that I could have married quite easily if the world had not turned us in different directions. 

She had been baby-sitting regularly for Bonnie and her husband Johnny, a late thirties couple. Johnny was a hard rock miner and was away on contract jobs for much of each year. Bonnie had a reputation in town. She often went bar hopping while Johnny was away, and rumor had it that she took on many lovers. 

Bonnie was a blond bold and brassy gal. She was very attractive and enjoyed wearing provocative clothes to display her big tits. Her speech was loud and laden with suggestive comments, and despite being a kind woman, some people did not like her. She and Johnny were friends of my parent's best friends.

I quite often joined Emily when she looked after Bonnie's kids, putting in many long evenings helping her babysit. One of the less pleasant aspects of those evenings was walking home with a set of lover's nuts.

We quite often got naked in the spare bedroom, but it was kiss and touch only. Liftoff had not yet occurred. The primary reason for my lack of success was that Emily would not let me do her without a condom. Damn, women are so much smarter than men. 

For my part, I was pretty sure that I would not make a woman pregnant. Or at the very least, I thought that it was a long shot. I was also too embarrassed to purchase condoms at the local drug store. Even later in life I preferred to order them by mail order.

It was my final weekend before returning to college and Emily and I were naked once more in the spare bedroom. Emily had called my bluff and brought a condom that I believe she had swiped from an older brother. It was the first time that I had ever worn one and I was struggling to pull it on. 

I was kneeling between Emily's legs, her beautiful body spread expectantly beneath me. Would I miss this opportunity? Could I keep it up long enough? Would I go off before I got in? The worst worries of a young man all raced through my head. 

I can easily conjure up that image to this day, a beautiful young woman illuminated in the pale light spread naked and waiting for me. I can still picture her firm tits and erect nipples, and the dark triangle pointing at her tight slit. 

Suddenly the bedroom door swung open, the light catching me kneeling there like a deer in the headlights with the condom dangling off the end of my cock. There was a gasp from Emily, and 'Oh sorry' from Bonnie as she shut the door.

When we emerged from the bedroom, flustered and embarrassed, Bonnie was sitting at the table with a coffee. She had a smug smile on her face but did not utter a word of censure. It was likely that she had entertained some guy that night and was not about to lay any grief on Emily and I.

I returned to college a few days later, and by the time I returned home at Christmas, Emily was in a serious relationship with another man. In fact, she ended up marrying this 'other' guy.

I finished college and had taken a job some distance from my hometown. I returned home most weekends to join friends and buddies for a few days of pub crawling, fishing or hunting, and chasing women.

On my return home one Friday evening, there was a note from my parents to the effect that they were at a party at their close friend's house. They suggested that I drop in and say hello before I joined my buddies' downtown. I stopped in to find a house full of middle age people, most of whom I had known all of my life. The house was rocking with chatter, music and high spirits.

I accepted a beer and drifted around and found my father dancing with Bonnie in the living room. My father loved to party, play music, dance and drink beer, not necessarily in that order. But as always, when he danced with 'other' women, he was holding Bonnie at arm's length, swinging her around at a half step faster than the music.

Bonnie spotted me and immediately pulled away from my father and said, "Jesus, there's young Jim, he will know how to hold a woman better than this old fart."

There was an outburst of laughter at this, my Dad laughing as he left the room for another beer. Bonnie was not laughing as she slipped into my arms, buried her face in my neck and jammed her big tits against my chest. I was embarrassed to a degree but the few couples still dancing ignored us, being used to Bonnie and her provocative moves.

We were soon alone in the room, and Bonnie was pasted against me, begging me for 'just one more dance'. I was ready to leave despite the full erection now being massaged by the hip and belly of my dance partner.

She whispered, "That hard bulge reminds me of the last time I saw you. Do you recall?

I responded, "Oh yes, that was terrible, I am still embarrassed when I think of it."

Her reply, "Ah honey, I have dreamed of that sight ever since. And from the feel of you now, I would guess you might be ready again. Did you ever get that, hmm, hard bulge into Emily?"

I said, "No, that night was going to be it, and by the time I got to see her again, she was engaged to Sonny."

"Ah God," she continued, "If you would have stayed around with me for a while that night, I would have taken care of your problem. Why not drive me home tonight and let me make amends."

I was on high alert by this time. At an age were hard-ons were an almost continuous issue I was normally ready to put it in any lukewarm hole, and here was an invitation to help myself to a hot one. But, I was also in the home of friends of both Bonnie and Johnny, on top of which my parents were in the next room. I murmured a 'maybe' and disentangled myself from her before someone caught us in our standing dry fuck.

A few minutes later, as I was finishing my beer and talking to my mother, Bonnie entered the room and smiled at my mother and said, "Jim's going to drive me home."

My mother's radar was on 'maximum search' and she said, "Call yourself a cab, he's looking after his father tonight."

Actually I had no plans to look after Dad, but being wise in the way of my mother, if not most women, I nodded. I departed after Bonnie had left, assuring my mother that I was going to join the boys.

A month or so after the above evening I was back in my hometown. I had joined my friends at the only true nightclub in our town, a place where a guy could dance with a girl and not necessarily get into a fight. There were four of us in a booth when I felt soft hands on my shoulders and neck. The other guys in the booth were gawking upward at whoever was behind me.

It was Bonnie; clad in a red 'off the shoulder' peasant blouse, wearing an obvious uplift bra that pointed her tits right at the eyes of anyone looking at them. She smiled down at me between her tits as I looked around and up at her, "Come on, dance with me."

What the hell could I do? So I smiled and said hello and led her to the dance floor. She rammed one big tit under my arm; the other massaged my chest, and she inserted her knee between my legs.

She said softly in my ear, "I want you to drive me home. I will leave here in a few minutes, and you can follow me in ten or so. I'll wait for you at the corner."

I did not answer and headed back to my table, to be jazzed and kidded about my conquest. I told them that she was just a friend of my parents and to relax. They knew that it was more than that of course, and asked about her big tits and if she was a good lay and so on.

At this point I had no plans to follow Bonnie or drive her home. But a few minutes later I spotted her look back at me as she exited the club, just as two of my friends got lucky on the dance floor and moved to sit with two girls at another table. The other guy was still dancing so I made a move as if going to the 'john' and left via a side door.

Bonnie was at the corner as I knew she would be. I also knew that I was in over my head. She slid in beside me and planted a wet kiss on my lips, ran her hand up between my legs and said, "Let's go out to Thomas Lake."

Thomas Lake was a picnic area with a parking lot overlooking the lake. It was the primary lover's lane in the area. When we found a spot remote from other cars, Bonnie jumped out and opened the back door. She removed her panties and climbed into the back seat. I thought, 'oh fuck, this is it'. To say that I was nervous is an understatement.

I crawled into the back seat beside her, and she turned and lay on my lap, her legs stretched out away from me, and the hem of her skirt at just about her panty line.

She unhooked her bra and lifted the bottom of her blouse up to expose two beautiful large boobs. She reached up and pulled my head down and said, "Now honey, let's see what you can do for a girl. I can feel your interest rubbing my back."

I was like a kid looking through the glass in a candy store, uncertain what to choose. I lifted one big tit up and found the nipple, bent down and licked it before swallowing it. Good move. She moaned and pulled my head to her. I was feeling more confident, so moved my mouth up and we kissed, softly at first. She became more demanding, sucking my tongue and running hers around inside my mouth. I had done a lot of necking in my life, but Bonnie was a different experience. She just went for it all and held nothing back.

I eased the hem of her skirt up and dared to look down at her pussy. It was a woman's pussy as opposed to some of the less developed pussies I had encountered. She had a big bush and the lips were open and swollen. 

"Feel it for fuck's sake honey," she groaned. I played a bit in the bush and along the slit, and then ran a finger slowly into her. She began moving her butt, pressing up against my hand and rotating it as if trying to choke my finger.

I was thinking that this was it, the next step was to be on her and in her, and I began to make the necessary moves. But she said, "I don't want it here in the back seat of a car. Take me home, we have lots of time."

Well, I wanted to fuck her, but not in her home where her hard rock mining husband might stumble home ahead of time. I said, "I don't think so, but I'll drive you home."

We got back in the front and as we pulled away, she unzipped my fly and rubbed my cock through my shorts. "I know that you want it as bad as I do, let's see your cock," a pause, "Again."

As I drove her slowly home, she eased my cock out of my shorts, massaged it and felt my balls. She was the boldest woman I had so far encountered. I could barely keep my knees bent enough to drive. I was expecting her to go down on me, but she just caressed and stroked me slowly. I suppose that she just wanted to ensure I would have the need and courage to enter her house.

She said, "Stop here and let me out, I'll send the baby sitter home and then you come in by the back door."

I didn't protest; my cock was so hard that all other concerns had receded from my brain. I parked on the next block and walked down the lane behind her house. The back yards were without fences. I located her house and climbed the stairs of her back porch. 

Just as I was about to knock I caught a glimpse of her waving frantically from the house next door. Ah shit, I dropped off the back porch and headed for her place only to trip on something in the yard and fall face first.

She was shaking with mirth as she pulled me into the house. She kissed me softly and said, "Jesus sweetheart, I guess you are really in need of some pussy. Wait here and let me change, maybe you better wash up a bit."

She returned from her bedroom a few minutes later wearing a thin negligee'. I could make out her voluptuous naked body under the sheer fabric. I could see the cheeks of her ass as she turned to place an LP on the record player.

She slid into my arms and said, "Dance with me first, I love to feel the excitement in your body. You dance so very nicely."

I can still feel that warm soft body against me to this day. My hands massaged her. I cupped her ass cheeks as we ground away. 

"God, your hands are burning honey, I love it. How long since your last pussy?"

She expertly loosened my belt and I allowed my pants to drop to the floor. We were barely moving, just kissing as she pushed my shorts down and freed my cock.

She stepped back and loosened the tie on her negligee, her tits spilling out. I moved behind her and pulled it off her shoulders and slipped my hands under her arms. I pressed against her and massaged her tits as she turned her head for a lingering kiss. My cock worked its way between her cheeks and we rubbed sensuously.

I turned her back around and stared at her standing in front of me. Her eyes burned as she read the pleasure in mine.

I looked down at her bush, what a great looking woman I thought. I felt her tits, bent and sucked the nipples and rubbed her mound. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off.

"One more dance like this, naked," she said. It seemed that she was more subdued at this point. I was uncertain whether I would be able to live up to her expectations. We came together again, naked tits on my chest, naked pussy rubbing my thigh and erect cock, and her hands busy caressing me. She pushed my hard cock between her legs and we stood there grinding to the beat of the music.

At the end of the song she took my hand and led me to the spare bedroom. I realized suddenly that I was in the home of another man whose wife I was about to fuck, and on the bed where I had almost fucked Emily, which thought jolted my memory.

"Jesus Bonnie, the condom is in my wallet in my pants. Wait a minute."

She said, "Ah not to worry, my diaphragm is in place, I hate fucking with sheiks."

She pulled the curtains shut on the window and turned on a bedside lamp. I watched her climb on the bed, feeling useless, not really knowing what she was expecting me to do. She seemed somehow more soft and submissive. I suddenly felt more confident as it appeared she was putting herself in my hands. 

She lay on her back and watched me climb up beside her. "No rush honey, use those hot hands to fire me up. I want to feel them on me."

I had always believed that I was the seducer in my previous encounters with younger women. It had been a seduction right up to entry in most cases with me striving to overcome the lady's uncertainties by teasing and cajoling. Bonnie seemed to prefer it this way now, so I slipped easily into that mode. 

I lay beside her and proceeded to feel her and kiss her neck and ears, her eyes and cheeks, the corners of her lips. I pressed the flat of my hand firmly down her side to hips and down the outside of her leg. I bent down and nuzzled her tits, pushing my face up under them to lick and kiss the crease with her chest. I slipped my hand up the inside of her leg until the edge of it rubbed along the length of her slit.

She lay with her hands up beside her head, almost motionless except for her heavy breathing and light purring sounds. I found her lips, and forced my tongue between hers as my finger worked along her slit. She was pressing against it with a slight rubbing movement.

She rolled to her side facing me. My hand was still between her legs and I lifted her upper leg over my hip, opening her crotch wide. My hand clamped on her pussy. I ground the heel of my hand on her mound while squeezing my fingers into her cunt. She cried out, "Yes, yes, it's yours."

She slipped a hand between us and found my cock. It was my turn to take in my breath at her touch. She ran a fingertip around the knob, and then teased the pee hole, rubbing some pre-cum around the knob. 

I slipped my cock between her legs, sliding the knob along the wet slit. I ignored the urge to bury my cock in her right away and simply slid it back and forth in a fucking motion. 

She loved the tease, pushing her tits against me and answering my movements with her own. She attempted to capture the knob with her pussy lips, but I pulled it back a bit. She whimpered a "please honey". I held her ass cheek in one hand, massaging it and teasing her crack with my probing fingers.

Finally, I angled my cock into her about half way and held still. She almost panicked, jamming her hips against mine, trying to force my cock deeper. She fucked the end of it, slow and tight, sucking it. I rolled her to her back and planted my cock deep, our bushes meshed and ground together.

I sensed her regain control of herself, no longer passive and waiting for me. Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks, "Love your butt," she groaned and pulled me into her. "Nice and slow honey, we have lots of time, just rub that hard cock side to side in my pussy. Ah baby, you got it, that's it, just let me have it like this, I knew you would be good."

Her encouraging words calmed me as we fucked away. There was no driving need to get off. I was not nearly as frantic as I normally was during sex. We churned away until I could sense and feel her wanting to come. She began to raise her hips up at me in perfect timing to meet each of my thrusts. Her legs opened and came around my back. Her fingernails dug into my ass and scratched at me.

"Do it honey, do it now, I want it all."

In retrospect, it was one of the most accomplished fucks of my life. I had made love to a very demanding man-eater of a woman and got her off. There was no doubt that she had acted to guide me all the way, her apparent mood shifting from demanding to submissive and back again.

The reality of where I was sunk in as soon as her pulsing pussy squeezed my cock out. I pushed myself up off of her.

"Don't go, stay a while, we have lots of time," she pleaded.

But for me it was mission accomplished, and now time to get the hell out of there.

That was my only encounter with Bonnie. Despite the pleasure and satisfaction of screwing a very beautiful older woman, I did my best to avoid her in the future. I doubt that it worried her very much, and I was probably just one trophy of many she had acquired and would continue to acquire. 

Although for some months after that evening, and when I returned home for a weekend, my mother would tell me that 'some' woman had been asking when I would be home. I would claim complete innocence of knowing whom it might be. I don't think I fooled her.



Cougar Beach



I was just out of college and on my first assignment. I had landed a job that a lot of my friends have kidded me about, I'm in the marketing department of a well-known cosmetic sales company that you've no doubt heard of.

My assignment was to provide support for an exhibition we were putting on at a large conference aimed at franchising opportunities for women.

Oh, did I say I'm a guy? Sorry, yes, that part's important.

So, anyway, I was in Florida, at a large conference center, manning our exhibit, when a woman came up, looked at my badge and said, "Hello, David, it's refreshing to see a man at one of these things, especially a young man. I'm Mia, Mia Ferguson."

Well, let me describe the woman standing there in front of me.

She was older, I'd say somewhere in her forties, and what was most notable about her was her boobs. I have no idea what size they were but they were huge. And, she had them on display in a low-cut dress that seemed to show acres of cleavage.

I'm a male, twenty-two, so you know I couldn't keep my eyes off them, I did keep looking down at their awesomeness, I'm sure, to her great pleasure.

She asked me about this and that, what college I'd gone to, just stuff, then she asked, "Have you been to any of our beaches, yet, David?"

"No, I've been pretty much tied-up here but I have Thursday off, maybe I'll try then."

"Well, I know them all, why don't I take you to my favorite, I'm sure you'll like it."

"Sure, that's fine. I'm staying at the hotel here, what time?"

She said she'd meet me in the lobby at ten on Thursday and then went on looking at the various exhibits and I watched her walk away, dreaming of what she would look like in a bikini. Yes, I had to move behind a sign so as not to embarrass myself.

She might have been nearly twice my age but she sure looked good. I'd never been with a girl or a woman older than myself but, she was very attractive and her figure was spectacular, just nothing but curves. I couldn't wait until Thursday morning.

I went down wearing a polo shirt, sandals and khaki shorts with black swim briefs underneath. With this woman, I wanted to look as sexy as I could.

And, there she was. She had on a short beach robe, loosely tied, of course, and now I saw her legs as well. Very nice. She had on big sunglasses and a wide straw hat.

"David, there you are. Ready? Oh, this is Erin, she's coming with us. I thought we might need a chaperone," she said laughing as we went out and got into her BMW convertible.

We got in and she set out driving and talking about the beaches, what she thought of the main ones in the area with Erin adding her thoughts from the back seat.

Erin was tall and slender, also about the same age, also with large boobs that were also on public display. She had long black hair and ruby-red lips. A real sex-bomb.

We drove for about twenty minutes, then went off down what was really a trail through the dunes and out onto a beautiful beach.

We got the blankets and picnic basket out of the trunk and walked a bit to an area which was quiet except for the sound of the surf and spread our blankets.

I pulled off my shirt and slid off my shorts as I watched my two new friends pull off their short sundresses. They were both naked underneath.

"Ah, that sun feels good," Erin said as she raised her face up to the bright, warm sun.

"Well, what do you think, David, nice beach?" Mia asked.

"Yeah, really beautiful, almost as beautiful as the two of you."

Now I could see that they both had deep all-over tans and were totally at ease in being naked with me.

They both, I'm sure, had boob-jobs, after all there was no evidence of gravity's effect on either of them and they were both just perfect half-globes. If they'd been sixteen, well, maybe, but regardless, they both were about as sexy as a woman can be in her forties and, that's pretty sexy.

"Let's get you out of these, shall we?" Mia said as the both began pulling down my tight suit.

"Oh, look, nice," Erin said, kneeling in front of me as I watched her red lips slide down over the crown of my dick and begin to suck. I looked up and we were alone on the beach with Mia standing there smiling at me as her friend sucked me.

"You look happy, David. Let me have a turn on our new friend, Erin," she asked and Mia was soon down kneeling in the sand sucking my cock as Erin stood up. She took my hand and led it to her breast which, of course, was firm and full.

"Mmm, nice day for a slow fuck on the beach, David. You've got two of the horniest cougars you'll ever see, we have plans for you, young man."

Mia pulled her head back and stood up to take me in her arms and kiss me, tonguing my mouth, just fucking me with her tongue, while her hands roamed over my back and butt.

"We better get some suntan lotion on, it's beginning to heat up," Erin said as Mia added, "Yeah, I'm beginning to get heated up myself. Come on, David, you can do us, then, heh, heh, we'll do you, you'll love that," she said as they both lay down on the large blanket.

On their backs, their boobs just stood straight up, pointing to the sky as I started on Mia first. I began with those big melons, sliding my greasy, slick hands over them, spreading the lotion, then up her shoulders and neck, down her arms and then moved to her stomach and abdomen. She spread open for me as I went down further and got her inner thighs and her plump pussy lips protected from the sun's harshness.

"Mmm, get my pussy good, David, it's not a place to get sunburned. And, well, it feels good when you do it," she cooed.

I did her legs, then she turned over and I did her butt and back, talking a short detour back to her pussy which glistened in the bright, warm morning sun. While I'd been putting lotion on her, she often had her fingers wrapped around my cock keeping me entertained as I went along.

Then, I turned and began on Erin following the same lovely path down her voluptuous body across her luscious breasts and down along her the juicy between her legs which she widened for me.

"Take your time there, David, sweetheart," as her hand played with my cock stroking on it like she was milking me. I was in between the two of them, kneeling toward Erin as I felt Mia's fingers slide along my butt crack and begin caressing my anus.

No one had ever played with my backside like that and, well, it felt better, sexier, than I'd thought it might. Erin had turned over and I was doing her back, again covering her pussy with extra care, then up her back and shoulders and neck.

"Time for you, David," Mia said as she sat up.

I lay down on my stomach as I felt the cool lotion being drizzled up and down me, followed by four hands caressing my skin spreading it around. I spread my legs and one of those hands smoothed the lotion across my balls and up along my butt crack, lingering there, moving back and forth.

"Now, the other side, David, the more interesting side," Mia suggested as I turned over.

Erin began at my feet while Mia began at my neck and they each slowly worked toward each other until they both reached my cock.

Mia lifted it straight up and ran some lotion onto it and began jacking me spreading it all up and down.

"Don't make him cum, Mia," Erin said, "I want a turn, too," and Mia took her hand away for Erin to take over. Mia leaned over and rested a nipple on my mouth which I eagerly took in and sucked contentedly as I was being masturbated by her friend.

I did see another couple, also naked, appear on the beach and they put a towel down not too far from us and watched us for a bit. My new friends seemed to care naught as they continued, switching their hands on me as I lay there in bliss.

"Mmm, let's watch Dvid finish himself while we get off, too, I just love seeing a guy make himself cum," Erin said and Mia agreed. They both flopped back down, knees raised as they rubbed their clits. It looked like my orgasm was now up to me.

I laid down, took myself and began finishing what they had both so wonderfully started.

"You tell us when you're close, David, we don't want to miss it," Erin told me as we all worked ourselves closer and closer while the couple watched us.

I stroked on for another couple of minutes as Erin and Mia worked their pussies and I told them that I was getting close, so they both turned and watched while they rubbed themselves.

Being naked in public with these two hot cougars was arousing enough for sure and soon I had spouts of white, sticky cum spurting up out of me as they urged me on, "Oh, cum, David, shoot it," Mia said while Erin told me, "Great cum, David, maybe you have some for us now?"

I looked over at the other couple and he had his thumb raised and she was clapping her hands in approval.

Mia got up and got between my legs, facing the same way I was and crouched over me, reaching under to settle down on my dick pushing herself onto me.

I was hoping that this part of the beach wasn't patrolled but soon my thoughts went to Mia's pussy when she began rocking up and down on me. It was heavenly and only got better when Erin got up and crouched over my head facing the other direction and lowered her wet pussy to my lips to begin dragging back and forth across my raised tongue.

"Oh, Erin, our guy is really hard, you'll just love his cock, girl," Mia told her friend.

"He sure is good on my pussy, fuck him good and we can change places."

Hearing that, I knew I was in for a day of sex like I'd never even imagined before. These two simply exuded sex and had the confidence and self-assurance to make whatever they wanted happen and happen precisely the way they wanted it.

I really couldn't see anything, of course, but I could surely feel a lot. Of all the sex I'd ever had, well, this topped it all.

"Mmm, oh, right there, right there, perfect, oh, my pussy," squealed Erin as she pushed down on me, wiping up and down as I tried to keep my tongue in place. "OOH, OOH, UUH, uh, uh, mmm, oh, good man, good man," she moaned as I kept tonguing her.

Mia lifted up off me some leaving about half of my cock inside her as she moved her pussy in a circle over me. This was totally new to me and just lit up the crown of my cock. It must have been good for her too as she began groaning as well.

"Mmm, our new guy is gonna make me cum, Erin, and it's gonna be a good one," she moaned and then began fucking me as hard and fast as she could, just going up and down at demon speed. I was helpless; my cock began spurting everything I had inside me up into her as she grunted and grunted pushing down on me and twisting back and forth. It was the hardest, strongest ejaculation of my life, even more than when Jacqueline Bass masturbated me one for almost three hours once.

She just sat straight up on me and waved at the couple down the beach who had been watching us and now began a show of their own, perhaps stimulated by our rather spectacular performance. She had straddled him, facing us, as she rocked up and down on him while we rearranged ourselves, reversing our earlier order with Erin up fucking me and Mia riding my face.

Erin seemed a little tighter though it was still pretty close. She was able to hold herself right directly up over me and fuck me straight up and down, stopping to just leave the tip-end of me in her then lower straight back down fully to rest on my pubic bone, then slowly drawing herself back up until I almost fell out of her, then back down again. It was exquisite.

"Oh, Erin, mmm, so good," I groaned.

"Mmm, it is good, isn't it? Never had any complaints when I fucked guys like this."

"Hope you're not allergic to your own cum," Mia said as she eased back and forth across my mouth. I laughed even though I had my mouth full, something my mother always chided me on but I did think she might doubly-disapprove of me at the moment.

The three of us got off again that sunny, warm morning on the beach, then got dressed and went for lunch, then back to Mia's for the afternoon and evening.

I got back to my hotel about two in the morning, simply sexually-exhausted by my two new friends. It's a hell of a thing when a twenty-two year old guy starts thinking he needs to see his doctor about ED.

So, that was my excursion to 'Cougar Beach' with Mia and Erin. We still webcam frequently, though it's certainly not the same, and they are planning to come see me this time for a long weekend next month.

If you're wondering, yes, I did get a prescription filled. My doctor was very sympathetic and even more envious. Maybe I should have him join us.



Cougar Ch. 02



I just had to sit down and write this, I am in a resort hotel room on the Oregon coast. It is nearly 4 in the morning, I doubt I will finish it before I get back home but I wanted to get started, the thought is in my head.

I spent the evening earlier in the lounge downstairs, it was full of men. Nearly all of them were dressed in business suits, by themselves, there is some kind of major project going on that has people from all over the Nation in town.

I am a 40 something female Doctor, now a widow. I currently manage a number of clinic operations out in the valley a hundred miles or so away.

What in the world am I doing here? I must admit I am not completely sure. I called it a vacation, but I have to admit to myself that I was looking for something.

The truth in that is that I really have no idea at all what it is I am looking for. Not exactly.

Living alone does not suit me, but for the majority of my life it has been exactly that. The early portion of my life was spent as a wallflower, you all know what I mean by that. I was Sally, the girl, then the woman that was just there. Always welcome, seldom really noticed.

A number of things, accidents of life combined to make me a fairly wealthy woman. I cannot say I earned that, friendships and tragedy combined into an inheritance that I really had no rights to.

Lee, the one friend I had in my life that was so close I really cannot explain it had a husband named Ted. That was one hell of a man, big, strong, yet tormented by demons that I never fully ever learned about.

One day he was blindly pushing buttons on a slot machine, something happened. The checks that came in each year were huge. But money does not help with life, stricken with illness he passed.

Lee and I became as close to one person as two very different women can be. The relationship was brief however, one stop for ice cream on impulse, an accident, she was gone.

For some reason she named me as her heir.

Real life is strange, no way could I make up what happened to me. Real life blends moments, one step one way or one step a different way and the future changes. The loss of my own husband changed everything once again, culminating in me sitting here in this room, typing a story.

The story is for this website, one that but for Lee I would never have known existed. I had no inclination to write at all, certainly not for a site that suggests the thrust is erotic, sexuality.

The very idea would have caused me to be mortified back in my youth, yet now? It is almost like some kind of therapy.

Almost.

I am Sally, a middle aged widow, life for me is one step, one day at a time. Deep inside me is a desire, that desire is a simple thing.

I need desperately to belong to someone, be with someone. I was waiting, not completely sure what for. I finally realized that I could perhaps spend a lifetime doing that.

I have stopped waiting.

So a short trip, a vacation, there I was perched on a bar stool surrounded by men. I was nicely dressed, well made up. Men drinking and relaxing, looking my way and thinking...perhaps?

One man got up quickly and offered me his seat, I smiled and thanked him. I ordered a glass of Papaya juice, the man smiled at me in what I took to be appreciation. 

He held out his hand, introduced himself. At that point he had a foothold, inside my own mind was the very same thoughts. I was looking and thinking...maybe?

When I mentioned that I was not here for the project, his next comment?

"Oh. Working girl?"

Needless to say, the wrong choice of words when speaking to a 40 something female Doctor in any situation.

He understood my tone when I told him I was a Doctor on vacation, and left.

I barely got one sip of my drink before another man slid in between the stools.

"Hey, babe! How's things?" He asked, his words slightly slurred. Instantly uncomfortable, I didn't respond. The man on my right turned to me with a silly looking grin.

"So what's a girl like you doing in a nice place like this?" He asked.

I am not a girl, I don't think that really fits and he made it sound like I didn't quite belong?

That one gave up when I pointedly ignored him also. There was what seemed to be a never ending string of attempts after that.

One man actually became rather insistant until a whisper from the bartender caused him to drift away. The bartender was a very large man, muscular and appeared to be completely in control.

I thanked him, he just nodded.

Later, a very good looking man came over and asked if he could buy me a drink. He was easily a dozen years younger than me, I accepted with a thank you.

From that moment on he took on a manner that I can best describe as having made a purchase. When he leaned in and put his hand on my bare knee before I even got a sip of the drink I had had enough. We never really got to any conversation.

"Bitch!" He muttered under his breath as he wandered away. He was replaced in seconds by another man, I glanced at his hand noting the white strip of flesh on his ring finger.

"Down here for the project?" He asked.

"No, just a vacation." I answered.

"Oh. Maybe I can show you around later?"

"Why don't you show your wife around?" I smiled at him. His face flushed slightly, I didn't catch what he said as he turned away.

I heard, "Don't I know you from someplace?" No less than a dozen times. Of course they did not.

One man almost duplicated the first comment I heard with "What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?"

I did burst out laughing when one man wearing a bill cap on backwards and a T-shirt pressed up to the bar beside me.

"So whatcha think of them Bears?" He said, for some reason I found that hilarious.

Bears? They have teeth and they have claws and I never really think about them at all.

No end to it, no end at all.

I went into the bar in the mood. By in the mood I mean I wanted to meet someone, someone nice, normal, polite. Clean, neat, personable.

Sober.

I went in there available. My manner of dress was to attract, I have to admit that to myself. I certainly had no intent to be unapproachable, rather it was the opposite.

What did I expect? I had already decided I was what I was, one of those Cougars I hear the jokes about. A mature woman looking.

What for? I really was not sure, but someone to talk to, visit with, someone to like. Perhaps someone to like enough for...sex?

There was no need for lines, a convoluted seduction. I like to think that I would have responded to a simple "Hello!" and normal conversation.

I like to think I would have, anyway. My mood? I am not completely sure where I was with that, either. I do know I rather naughtily had no underwear on.

That popped into my head as I sat there at the bar. I was not wearing any undergarments, sitting there rejecting one man after another, because of...words. No one knew of course, but I was right there, waiting. Waiting for someone, something.

Now there is something for you men to think about. You come up some clever line to use, start a conversation? Yet the object of your attempt just might be sitting there..with no underwear on.

I started to giggle at that, it developed into a laugh, I almost started to choke. Several around me looked at me oddly, suddenly I wanted to get out of there.

I walked out, one man after another had struck out. What would it take?

Someone that simply said "Hello." That would be a nice start. That very well could have been all it would take, at least at the start.

I walked through the lobby, spotted Simon by the counter speaking with a friend. I smiled, he smiled back, did that cute little lift of his hand again. I reached the elevator, started to push the button.

On impulse, I walked back, asked Simon if he would like to give me another nice massage. The one he had given me earlier had been scattered, amateurish. Yet it was fun, and his initial overwhelming shyness had finally faded.

I encouraged him, I really did. I am not sure why, the moment perhaps? Simon used the right words, his manner left me the one thing I know I do need. He left me in control.

Simon had given me some crashing orgasms, I had no intention of that at first, it just happened. I was not sure it was even skill, lord knows Simon is painfully young, less than half my age.

He agreed to my suggestion, came to my room. I let him shower in my bath, as I set up the table for him.

He came out fully dressed, I expected that, I sat there on the edge of the table with one of those huge bath towels snuggled up tightly around me. He gave me a lazy smile, there was no sign of the nervousness he had demonstrated the first time.

"You look so nice! Thank you for letting me do this for you." He said.

Perfect.

I stood up, sliding the towel off my naked body and hopped up on the table. Settling in face down, I could see the night stand where I had set the bottle of oil, and three condoms. All I could see was his arm as it reached out and picked up the oil.

"Let's start with your shoulders, you look a little tense there." That was all he said. I knew he had to have seen the condoms, he didn't mention that.

Perfect.

I heard him briskly rub his hands together to warm them, then he placed them on my shoulders. His strokes were stronger, more confident. I let my mind and body flow into the sensations as he blended comfort into sexuality, over the next hour his probing fingers drifted fleetingly into my most intimate spots. 

There was no conversation, no words, no hurry. 

Finally he had me turn over, stood there gazing at me for quite a long time. Then he reached out with one hand, gently stroked my breast.

"May I move you over to the bed?" He asked finally. Those words caused a mild shudder to pour over me, I stretched my arms over my head.

"Sure."

Simon carefully, easily picked me up and placed me on the bed. I watched as he tugged off his shirt, baring his hairless chest. Another shudder went through me as he undid his belt, let his slacks fall. I managed to not giggle when he got them caught in his shoes, he finally succeeded in getting them all the way off after hopping on one leg for a few moments.

He caught the expression on my face, grinned broadly.

I could see he was erect, the white briefs he wore did nothing to hide that. He hooked his thumbs in them and slid them down and off.

As I had hoped, he was blessed, is strong member was easily to his navel. He was circumcised, his full blown erection was close to as large as I had ever taken. Just one man had been larger, the brother of my girlfriend Lee. I had not thought of that or him for years, it popped into my head at that instant.

Simon reached out with one hand and retrieved one of the condoms, I watched through slitted eyes as he rolled it on. Some men will fade when they try to do that, Simon didn't. Then he was at my side, pressed against me. He reached down and gently pulled at my knees, I let him open me widely.

I was hoping he would lick me, nuzzle me but he didn't. One failing of youth is that they often learn of that later.

When Simon mounted me, I felt a tiny flash of pain, it had been months. Then in seconds my first climax swept over me, after that I lost track.

It is amazing, the vigor of youth. By morning, Simon used all three of the condoms. He did not have to work until evening, we went down and had breakfast. 

Later, we went back to my room and retrieved another condom from my purse. We also showered together, then I taught him about licking and nuzzling, he was tentative at first but got the hang of that quickly and became eager. His reaction when I slid my mouth over him was really fun, Simon liked that.

It took me quite a long time to get him to the point where he just could not erect again.

I did not pay him this time for the massage, and he didn't ask.

It was a crazy silly time. A middle aged woman having a wild affair with a 21 year old kid, but this 21 year old kid was a man. We even went for a ride, I let him drive my z06 Corvette, he was like a child in a candy store at that. I noticed he drove expertly too, not silly and erratic like some young people do.

Far too soon, the time came for me to go home, back to work, back to my life. Simon took me in his arms and kissed me as I stood by the car, packed and ready to go. There was no shyness, I could see a couple of the other members of the hotel staff inside watching with huge grins.

I simply did not care.

"You are really something else, Sally! I had a wonderful time." He grinned at me.

"So did I, Simon. So did I." I hugged him, then got in the car and started the engine. It settled into it's powerful throb.

"I love this car!" He said, leaning in the window for a final light kiss.

"Perhaps you would like to drive it again someday?" I smiled at him.

"Yes, I would like that! Very much!"

I drove off down the street, made the turn to the highway, headed on up the coast towards home.

That had been some vacation. Will I ever see Simon again?

I don't know. That was all just friends, raw sex, rutting if you will. It was something I needed, and not from just any man. It had to be someone I liked, it had to be something far more than just a penis in a vagina.

Part of that had to be the words. I had heard so many, not one man had used the right ones. I ended up having to use the right ones myself.

Everyone that ever meets, uses words. I sent this story to my friend Pam, she emailed it back with "You go, girl!"

Then she mentioned that I said a lot, someone might find me. She is right, they might.

I don't care. I am just a woman, with needs. Would I like to find someone, become one with someone? Permanent, faithful? Content?

Yes. I would.

Until then?

If you happen to be in a hotel lounge in a coastal city, and a middle aged lady is sitting there drinking Papaya juice? 

It just might be me.

"Hello." Is probably the correct word. After that, simply be real. Real works, and does not require a good memory.

You see, I might just be sitting there with no underwear on.

lol



Cougar Ch. 03



I am sorry that it has been such a long time since I wrote anything, but my life is rather full and spare time is short.

At the moment I am barely back from a long vacation. Two solid weeks in a Mexican resort does wonders for a woman tired of the cold and damp of the Pacific Northwest. Now I have two more weeks to just rest and restore myself before I go back to work.

If I ever do go back. God, so much has happened.

.....

If you have read some of my other stories, you know by now that I have a neighbor man that is kinky. I suppose the truth is that we all are kinky in one way or another, but the man bends the rules of society by quite a bit.

He regularly exposes himself to me.

I saw that Nathan was still over there nearly the moment I walked in my door, still exposing himself. Two weeks of his looking out at my closed curtains might have stopped that I was thinking, but it didn't.

My earlier efforts to not peer out at him seemed to have little if any effect on me, because I did look anyway as he kept it up. It was like I was somehow drawn to him exposing himself, it had become nearly a nightly ritual before I left.

Why I have no clue. In my profession, I have seen and touched so many male genitals that one would think it would be nothing, boring.

That never became boring to me, not in the least. Society would suggest that something is wrong with me, I don't think so though.

The easy truth is that somehow during the last year or so of life with my late husband, and the years following, I came to accept myself just the way I am.

I thought so anyway, but life has a way of interfering with things.

Sure, I often felt mildly guilty after finding myself in a state of excitement at some of the aspects of my work. After all, it is the medical profession. We are supposed to feel nothing at all, we are there to heal.

It took me a very long time to accept what is, just taking the required steps to hide it well from the clients.

In the safety and security of my own condo, watching Nathan do the things he did allowed me for a short period to just be myself.

It was only after that I felt odd about it, part of why I mentioned what was going on to Alma.

Alma, my secretary at the clinic had suggested I call the cops, but I didn't really want to. She didn't sound like she really meant that, either.

Plus I had left the curtains open and let Nathan see me naked. 

I still found it difficult to believe that I had actually done that. It was one of those crazy impulses, a moment of lust.

So what in the hell was I going to say to the police?

"That man exposed exposed himself to me, so I did it right back to him? Now I want him arrested?"

Sure, I will bet that would work just fine.

Guilty, ashamed, and excited at the same time, that was me. I suppose some would say I should have been afraid of him, but I was not.

Nathan was, or I should say IS a blatant exhibitionist, I realized that after speaking with him a few times. He was one of those men that for some reason their sexuality came out that way. 

I had some small experience with that in my work, but nothing like this at all.

Seeing men in my office, touching them with my gloved hand was something I did a lot. A few men exhibited excitement at that, to me it was normal and with most I ignored it. Every once in awhile I would experience my own reaction, but I took great care to not let that show.

Usually. Most of the time. Only rarely had things ever progressed to more than an examination, and thinking about those few times I still cannot explain the why of it.

I might say here that if I felt comfortable or perhaps the word is safe with a client, then I might do a bit more than just a "medical" inspection. It's easy to do, we can always claim an accidental orgasm in the normal course of events.

Some things are risky in today's world, society still is not that liberated. If anything, with the coming of the internet age, there is no place for a person to hide should a scandal break.

The few times I actually did find myself playing, those I can count on my fingers, easily less than a dozen times over more than two decades.

The vast majority of the time, I am just a Doctor.

.....

I had seen Nathan several times after he came back from his short stint at the coast where I had run into him completely by accident. Had the man made an effort to seduce me, I think I might have allowed an advance. I just am not sure of that part.

But he made no such effort, instead suggested that he would like to show off for me right there in the room?

Being so close like that, it somehow caused me discomfort.

Nathan is naked almost without fail, and nearly always either partially or completely erect when in the safety of his own room.

I then am in the safety of my own room.

There is really no way for any normal human being to not look when someone is naked, the abnormal part comes in when they keep looking and become obsessed.

I found myself checking from time to time to see if he was still doing it, and much of the time he was. I also found myself thinking about it a lot when I should have had my mind on other things.

So I was sneaking looks at him, knowing full well that he knew I was.

Usually it was just Nathan walking around over there, his partially erect penis swinging back and forth as he moved. Just a few times he stood there facing the large window, his hands behind his head, his cock jutting upwards and that small smile on his face.

Once when I looked over and he was doing that, I opened my own curtains wide and just stood there and looked at him. It really was amazing, he got harder and harder as I watched, until his seed spurted out without even touching himself.

That was amazing, his penis jutted upwards, his hips thrust forward. I saw the jets of semen blast forth, each time his member jerked upwards like he was planting his seed in an imaginary womb.

That was something I knew could happen, although not so easily, and it was fascinating. Over time, I got used to it and even looked forward to his antics.

I got an idea, and mentioned again what had been happening to Alma. We had quite a discussion about it, so I asked her if she wanted to drop by and see, which got giggles from her. At first she said no, it would be too embarrassing, but then I saw her expression change.

Alma pressed the buzzer at 7 PM, I let her in. I had the curtains open, there had been no sign of Nathan when she arrived. It was only about 45 minutes later when the lights across the way came on. Alma and I sat there in our chairs facing the windows, I had served several glasses of wine and we were ready for a show if Nathan would do anything with her there.

We had been laughing and giggling like a couple of schoolgirls and both of us were well on the way to becoming silly drunk.

"Show time!" I said, when I saw the living room lights come on. Nathan walked into the room, set down a large bag on one of the chairs, then he glanced up.

The look on his face was priceless when he realized it was not just me, but two of us. Plus we were just sitting there.

Then that slow smile crossed his lips, as he understood we were there not to cause problems but for the show.

I knew right then he was going to do it. He left for a few seconds, when he came back he turned towards us, unzipped his pants. He pulled his penis out, leaving his pants fastened.

"Oh, God, he is big." Alma muttered.

"Just watch, it gets bigger!" I tittered.

Then Nathan slid his shirt off, he really was well muscled. He was actually swaying, like he was moving to some unheard music. Next he reached down and tripped the catch on his pants, stepping out of them. Standing there fully nude, his cock was pointed straight up. It seemed the extra set of eyes was exciting to him, he was as hard as I had ever seen him.

I saw Alma's hand come up and brush the front of her sweater in what looked like an absent minded fashion. Nathan was standing there posing with his hands behind his head, moving his hips back and forth, his big cock swinging.

It was that same wildly blatant display I had seen him do before. Alma held out her arm, swinging her fingers in a small circle. Nathan saw that and realized what she wanted, so he turned around and bent way over, his legs widely splayed.

I had never seen him do that before, his big testicles hung down in clear view. He held that pose for awhile, then turned back.

"Have you ever teased him...?" She started to ask.

"Yes, and sometimes we just both sit around with no clothes on." I admitted.

"Really? You do?" Then she gave a little nervous laugh. I saw the mild flush on her face, her hand brushed idly across the front of her sweater again.

Alma was reacting exactly like I felt myself reacting. For some crazy reason watching this very attractive male expose himself like that was an illicit pleasure.

Both of us were comfortable in the safety of distance, locked doors and an entire secure building between us and him.

I had seen so many nude or partially nude men in my work, plus photos and once there were several on a beach that my husband Tom took me to. 

That time one of the men was obviously exposing himself, I had seen him glance around furtively before moving closer to where I sat.

That was completely different, I had felt mildly nervous as the man turned so I could see his average size penis, partially erect. He had also pretended to be looking off into the distance and unaware of me, but I knew.

Tom had teasingly tried to get me to expose myself back at the man that time, but I didn't. I was far too shy at that time in my life, plus concerned that someone I knew might find out.

Were a situation like that to arise at this stage of my life, I just might.

Nathan now was standing with his legs widely spread, thrusting his hips back and forth, his large penis and testicles swinging back and forth. The display was shocking, even though I expected it.

Finally he walked out of sight, I got up and closed the curtains.

"See what I mean?" I asked Alma.

"That was amazing, it was even better than when I saw some dancers in a nightclub once!" Alma still had a flushed look on her face.

"He does that nearly every night now."

"Does he make himself squirt?" Alma asked. This time Nathan had stopped before that happened.

"Yes, sometimes. It's really strange. He doesn't touch himself, he just...goes off."

"Have you talked to him much?" Alma was finally collecting herself, she appeared normal again although she was grinning.

"Just a couple of times, I ran into him when I was down at the beach and we had lunch."

"Did you...How was he?"

"No. Nothing like that, we got back to my room. He acted like he didn't want to..I think that this is all the man really does."

"Oh wow. That's really weird. He really is a hunk, his cock is as big as I have ever seen." She snickered again.

We went into the kitchen and made some sandwiches, got some more wine and just sat around visiting. That was nice, it had been awhile since I had any guests over, even if Alma was an employee.

At one point Alma asked me how I liked living alone, and I told her the truth, that I really didn't like it at all. She asked me if I was dating anyone, I wasn't at the time.

"You should, Sally. It would be good for you. I know I would go nuts in about two weeks without...." She let that trail off but I knew what she meant.

I nodded but didn't answer, just took a sip of the wine. I was really beginning to feel it and it seemed to loosen both of our tongues.

That was when I mentioned my last trip to the coast, and how in the club down there I had seen nothing but uninteresting men with silly lines. Then for some reason I mentioned what happened with Simon, first a massage that turned sexy, then that one long night of crazy lovemaking.

She listened with interest to that.

"I did that once, I remember waking up in bed next to the guy and I didn't believe it had even happened!" She blurted out.

"Drunk?" I asked.

"No, I was stone sober. He asked me to dance and he was a good dancer, then he smelled so...good! He didn't do or say anything really other than dance and chat a lot and one thing led to another, we were sitting and talking. He told me he found me very attractive and asked me if I would like to spend some time with him, just like that."

"If we knew what set that off we could bottle it up and be rich!" I laughed.

"That's for sure. It was the way he asked, I think? Men usually grab or kiss a lot, then make their move. That man just asked me so nicely and I knew exactly what he meant, it made me melt. I really loved that, and was hoping for more but he never called." Alma looked saddened for a moment.

We both just looked at each other. We both understood perfectly meeting a man who just never follows up.

"Well, I had best be heading home, thanks for the wine..and the show." 

We both laughed at that. After Alma left, I peeked out the curtains again but the room was dark.

.....

The next few days went normally, then Alma came in and told me we were had two of our RN's off sick. The one Nurse I had been watching closely since she called in a lot, the other one was a surprise.

This left us short and we would need to cancel four appointments. The rest we could just shift to our already overworked staff.

"Alma, just change them to my office, I will handle the extra myself." I told her.

"Oh. OK." She looked mildly surprised at that, I hadn't seen any patients myself since I took the new position in administration. 

Alma was back in minutes with the charts, efficient like always. I very carefully read a patient's charts, their history often explains more clearly what their current issues might be.

I wish all of our physicians on staff would do that, but the truth is that most of the time they are far too busy. So unless a patient actually mentions a prior condition, it can get overlooked.

The first one was an older woman, the reports suggested a Gall bladder problem. There was one older male with a followup on his medications after an internal bleed that turned out to be an ulcer. The other two were checkups, one a physical for a job and the other one with some complaints of pain. All fairly easy. 

The first two looked to be quick, but I had to have a nurse in the room with me for the last men at least as it looked like I might need them in gowns.

I told Alma I would need an nurse, she said we didn't have one available. I thought about it for a moment.

"Can you go grab a smock?" I asked her.

"Sure, but..."

"It doesn't matter, I just need someone in the room when I check the males. Security rules."

The clinic I run has an insurance company that insisted on that, liability issues of course. 

That was something I was working on because it caused some staffing problems. When I worked at the wellness clinic we never bothered. Things were run quite a bit different at the for profit operation I now ran.

"OK." She left and went down the hall, and was back in minutes with a blue smock.

"I have never done this part before." She said.

"All you do is stand there and observe. You look just like a nurse. Get their weight and note it, I will do the blood pressure and temp." At that point I was really thinking nothing about it.

I had handled the first two normally, the older lady was having some pains so I explained about diet and how it affected her. She was resistant to the idea of surgery, but that is normal. I knew it would be a matter of time before she would be having the simple surgery. 

The older man was actually normal, no further bleeds and I explained about Aspirin and his ulcer, prescribed some over the counter antacids. That would reduce his costs, the prescription stuff was expensive. There was no need to have either one of them gown up, so Alma didn't even stay in the room.

The third man was middle aged, on the heavy side, his blood tests looked normal. But it was a physical, so I had him gown up. We went back in after he was ready, he sat there on the edge of the table. Alma came in and stood there looking nervous.

I did all the normal tests, lifted his gown and checked for a hernia. Alma blushed slightly but craned her neck to look. The client was flaccid and showed no reaction of any kind. I had him turn and face the table, quickly checked his prostate. Then I discussed some different options to deal with the fact that he had some swelling. The charts showed his PSA tests normal so there was no real concern of anything else.

"See? Easy stuff." I told her after he had left. She went out into the small waiting room and got the last man as I reread the charts.

This one was named Kevin, he was just 29 years old, the complaint was about pain when he worked out. 

I looked up as he walked in. He was fairly large, and appeared to be extremely muscular, in fact, overly so. With a big square jaw, he looked like he might be a professional wrestler of something like that.

Alma was right behind him, a sly grin on her face. We exchanged a look, I managed to keep from laughing but barely.

I asked Kevin a few questions, he told me he was fine except sometimes his back hurt.

"It's way down low like my Kidneys or Gall Bladder or something." He said.

I pressed around on his abdomen over his clothing, found nothing, then when I touched the small of his back he winced. I could feel the muscle there on the right side, it felt tense.

"Your Gall Bladder is way up here." I told him, touching just over it.

"I guess it ain't that then, it is more back here." He reached back and touched the area I had just noted.

"I also got a pain in my right ball that comes and goes, Doc. It has me worried. It might be Cancer or something bad." He said bluntly.

"I notice you are heavily muscled, do you work out?" I asked him, managing to not change expression.

"Yea, I lift weights, bodybuilder." He flexed his upper arms which made his shirt seem to jump.

"I see. OK. I need you to undress and put on this gown please." I noticed Kevin glanced down at the garment with a dubious expression. Men nearly always do that when they see the flowery patterns.

"Everything?" He asked.

"Yes, please. Except for your shoes." I told him.

"That one is gorgeous!" Alma grinned at me outside. 

"Just relax and we will get through it." I told her. I knocked and he called out that he was ready. He was sitting on the edge of my table, he had the gown on backwards, folded across the front of himself. It barely covered him, his wide shoulders filled it completely. 

I started to say something, then thought what the hell.

A lot of patients put the gowns on backwards, even after being told. Usually I simply ignore that, the gowns are only a pretense at protecting modesty anyway.

I asked Kevin the usual questions, then had him stand up. Sliding my little roller stool out from underneath the desk, I sat down and turned to him. He stood there modestly holding the gown together in the front with one hand.

"Let's check and see where the pain you mentioned is coming from." I told him, reaching out to open the gown. His penis was very large, hanging there. It was also completely hairless and smooth, he obviously had himself waxed.

"I notice you remove the body hair?"

"Yea, this babe over at the beauty salon I go to does it, because we gotta wear a thong at the shows and can't have no hair sticking out. They take off points for that."

Alma giggled.

I cast a quick sidelong glance at Alma, she was staring but quickly resumed a blank look. I checked for hernia, getting no indications, then rolled his testicles. They seemed normal and well formed,although the right one hung down farther than the left. 




Cougar Ch. 03



He also started to erect when I touched him.

"Where do you feel the pain exactly?" I asked him.

"Right here in my right nut." He said, reaching down and pointing at the upper portion on the right side. I felt around again, there was no mass or anything, but I could feel a stiffness in the cords. They were not only puffy but had an angular feel to them. 

I also noticed his right testicle was larger than the left, but there is nothing really abnormal about that.

"It appears to be all right, I am thinking it might be a mildly strained muscle from the heavy lifting, you should perhaps try lighter weights or different methods until it heals up."

"Yea, it's usually just when I do the squats." He said.

"Squats?"

"Yea, when I go like this." He suddenly dropped down, then back up with an imaginary weight.

I barely managed to keep a straight face at that, this huge man dropped down and back up right in front of us to demonstrate the movement, with his hairless genitals just hanging there. His thigh muscles were amazing.

"Oh. Well, yes, I think that might be what is going on there, just avoid the exercises that cause the pain."

"OK, Doc." He grinned at me.

"I notice you aren't circumcised, has anyone checked you recently?"

"Naw, nobody. Well, Caroline does but she ain't no Doc!" He guffawed at his own joke.

"Do you mind?" I asked. 

"Go ahead." I reached down and slid his foreskin back, the head was large and light purple, it appeared normal. He began to erect very quickly so I let go.

"Sorry." He muttered.

"No problem, it's a perfectly normal reaction." I told him.

"My dick just goes up by itself sometimes, especially if a woman touches it." He said, his face actually reddening.

Alma stifled another giggle, I shot her another look and managed to keep a straight face.

"Is there any pain when you ejaculate?" I asked.

"When I what? Oh, you mean when I get off?...I ain't got no girl friend right now. Just sometimes...when I see Caroline."

"Who is Caroline?" I asked. That was his second mention of the name.

"She is the babe at the beauty salon, the one that does the waxing." He grinned.

"Oh. I see." I thought I did, anyway.

"How about when you masturbate?"

"Mastur...you mean whack off? I don't do that none." He looked flustered at that.

"Yes, you do." I smiled.

"I don't..well, sometimes but.." He shot Alma a sidelong glance, she never changed expression, bless her.

"I got to before the shows, because if I..if it gets hard it can stick right out of my outfit."

That did it, Alma giggled, I very nearly did myself.

"It's all right, that's normal, I just need to know about the pain."

"OK. Yea, well, I don't notice it none then."

"Good. All right then, please turn around and press your elbows on the table."

"Oh, Man! You ain't gonna stick your finger up my ass, are you?" He complained, but he did as I asked. It was a good thing he was looking away because now Alma had a hand over her mouth.

"Well, yes, I am." I told him, pulling on a fresh latex glove.

"Oh, man!!" He moaned. I lubed the glove and pressed inside him, his heavy muscles made it difficult but I managed. He was perfectly normal, I stripped off the glove, reached for a box of tissues and handed it to him. 

Kevin stood up and turned around, he looked ridiculous standing there with the flowery gown on backwards, his fairly large hairless penis sticking straight out.

He was looking down at the box of tissue, I knew he really didn't want to wipe himself with us still there.

"OK. All done, you can get dressed now." I told him, then Alma and I left.

He came out in just a few minutes.

"OK. I want you to avoid any of the weightlifting that causes the pain, see if it doesn't clear up by itself. If it doesn't, then I want you to come back and see me."

"OK. Thanks, Doc. Maybe I will." He left, I went back to my office. Alma came in a few minutes later.

"That was something else, I couldn't believe that guy just standing there like that."

"You get used to things like that in this profession." I grinned at her.

"Doesn't it get boring after awhile?" She asked.

"No. It never does." I laughed.

"We should see more patients!" She blurted out.

"Maybe, we could once in awhile."

"Don't I need to be licensed?" She asked me.

"Not really, not to just be an observer, you do if you ever actually touch a patient or handle anything medical."

"I think I want to go on to nursing school, that really was something!" She said, we both broke out laughing.

"I liked the part where he said he had a pain in his ball." I had barely managed to keep my manners myself when he said that.

+++

Friday afternoon Alma came in and asked me if I wanted to go with her down to the coast for the weekend. I thought about it, why not?

"Two girls can maybe do better than one." She grinned at me.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I was thinking maybe to that casino, it's just a few miles up the coast from that resort you stayed at."

"You aren't likely to meet anyone in a casino." I told her.

"We can stay at the resort, maybe you might see that Simon guy you told me about. If not, then we can run up and play a little bit."

I actually had not thought about Simon for some time, now I wondered if he was still working there. I realized I wouldn't mind that one bit.

Saturday morning found us headed down to the seaside city, it was a bright sunny day. We had a disc playing and were puttering along at about 50 mph, in no hurry at all.

"I never rode in one of these before!" She told me. I had called the parking lot and had the attendant bring out my Corvette since it was a nice day.

"I like it." I told her, then I explained how I had come to own it. By the time we got to the resort I had told her all about Lee and Ted, I even told her about that one night with Lee's brother. We were getting to be close, sharing stories. She told me about her boyfriend and how he showed up from time to time but it never seemed to go any further than that.

"He is good but not that good!" She giggled.

We both laughed at that.

A young man I had never seen before came out and took the keys, I told him to be very careful with the machine because I was fussy. Alma was looking at me curiously as he drove the car inside, so I told her that wasn't him. The young man appeared to be about 18, he had pimples on his face.

"I didn't think so!" She grinned, we both laughed at that.

We got a second floor suite this time, with two bedrooms. I went out, I could see the long jetty stretching out into the ocean, waves were rolling in and crashing over it.

"It's so beautiful down here!" Alma said as she joined me.

"Cold, though." I tugged my sweater snugly around myself. We sat and watched for awhile, then went back inside. I turned on the fake gas fireplace, the room warmed quickly.

"What do you want to do first?" I asked her.

"Let's hit the lounge and see if there is any action." She said.

"Do you want me to bring my medical kit so I can take blood tests?" I laughed at her.

She giggled at that.

"Not much chance of anything like that happening, but I brought along some stuff just in case. Two good looking gals out alone? If we can't get laid, we aren't trying very hard."

I knew what she meant, I had a pack of condoms in my purse, too. I really had no plans to just pick up some guy, but one never knows.

"We are terrible, aren't we? A couple of girls on the make." Alma giggled.

Down in the lounge, there was just a couple of younger men in there. It was early, though. The bartender was the same man I had seen there a few months before. We both ordered Papaya juice, he looked at me for a moment.

"You were in here awhile back, weren't you?" He asked me.

"Yes, on vacation."

"Welcome back then, on me." He grinned, setting down two glasses.

"I remember the drink, not very many people order this." He looked over at Alma and smiled, she smiled right back. Then he went down the bar, rubbing imaginary spots off of it.

"Don't get in any hurry, girl!" I whispered to her.

Alma laughed.

"Damn, he is cute!"

I was about to tell her to take it easy and not grab the first male available when I heard the voice behind me.

I looked around, Simon stood there. That caused a brief flutter in my stomach.

"Well, hello!" I said.

"Hi, yourself." He smiled. "I saw the car down in the parking garage, I was sure it was you."

"May I join you ladies?"

"Sure." I said. Alma had a huge grin on her face as I introduced them.

"I have heard a lot about you." She told him.

"Some of it good, I hope?" He cracked.

"From what I hear, very good. You do massages, huh?"

"Yes, I just got out of school so now I am on staff here part time, plus I get calls from time to time at other hotels. I want to open an office once I get some money saved up."

"Really? What do you charge?"

I was starting to get a little bit upset with Alma, she was leaning forward being rather obvious. I couldn't kick her because she had scooted over and Simon was between us.

"$60 per hour is my going rate, but I do have a sliding scale."

"Oh, does it get real inexpensive if everything slides real good?" She teased, one eyebrow going up.

"Alma!" I shot her a warning glance, she got that and leaned back. Poor Simon just blushed.

"I need to jet, I have a booking upstairs in a few minutes. Married couple." Simon got up. He looked at me and smiled.

"Later, maybe?"

I nodded. He grinned, then turned and left.

"Jesus, Alma. Catch your own guy." I whispered to her.

"I'm sorry, I was just teasing him. Besides, I was watching those two over...." She glanced back at a couple of men in business suits that had come in.

One of them saw her glance, he came up to her and asked her to dance. She smiled, gave me a sidelong glance as if to say I told you so, and they headed for the dance floor.

Just then a skinny kid that looked to be about twelve but was probably thirty asked me to dance, so I got up. He turned out to be a darn good dancer, even if he was an inch shorter than me.

It flashed through my mind that I was glad I had not worn heels.

"I'm Kerry." He introduced himself. 

"Sally." I answered. I noticed he was dancing slightly on tiptoe, trying to be as tall as I was.

It was hilarious to hear him do his very best to keep up a conversation, and he held me at least six inches away. After a few minutes of that I moved in closer until I was planted against him.

For an instant his eyes got big as he felt my breasts touch his chest, then he relaxed.

What the hell, we were down here to have fun so I was going to. Plus Kerry really was a very good dancer, it felt like we had done it for ages.

Over the next couple of hours we danced several numbers, then somehow he was sitting with us at our table, along with the taller guy that Alma had caught.

I might have tried to catch a guy for myself if there had been any show up that interested me at all.

The guy Alma had captured was named Robert, and he had already begun his move to get to second base. He was sitting with his arm around Alma who was snugged up tightly to him.

Kerry was still keeping up his animated conversation, he didn't really interest me much in that way but I made no effort to chase him off. 

I was killing time until Simon came back. I suppose that was unfair to Kerry but it's the truth. He was fun to dance with but that was all.

I remembered very well the sessions with Simon the last time, and I was in no mood to take on some young fellow I might need to train.

Simon didn't come back, at two in the morning they gave last call. Kerry asked me if I would like to continue the evening in his room but I declined. He looked mildly crushed, but said good night and left.

Back in our own room, Alma and her catch vanished quickly into the other bedroom, leaving me to my thoughts. I almost decided to just get up and go down the hallway, I knew Kerry was in the room just three doors down since he had told me he lived there in some of the monthly rentals the hotel had. 

Almost, but instead I just went to bed.

The next morning I woke up, came out to find Alma and her new man sitting on the deck on the side facing East, watching the Sun come up. Both of them were wearing the white hotel robes, I had on my pajama set. I knew my nipples poked out pretty good through the thin material.

I really didn't expect him to still be there, or I would have put on a bra but he glanced at me and didn't appear to even notice. I hesitated, then decided to hell with it.

I got some coffee and joined them. I had no more than sat down at the tiny little table when I noticed that Robert's penis was sticking out the front of his robe. I glanced at Alma and she winked at me. 

"Sorry, I was playing with it." She reached down and covered him up. Robert didn't seem to be even in the slightest bit embarrassed at that.

It took over two hours to get rid of the guy, I did find out he was in town working on some local project. He also claimed to be single although he was probably lying about that since I spotted the light band of skin on his ring finger.

"I think that guy is probably married." I told her as soon as he was gone.

"Yes, probably. I just don't know what I was thinking! Maybe I was hoping? His dick is only about 5 inches but wow was it hard!" She laughed like that was funny. 

I realized I was learning a few things about my new friend and I didn't really like all of it.

We decided to go walk on the beach, the Sun was shining but the wind was blowing, the Oregon coast can be really cold early in the morning. Then the sand was hitting us, we only made it a few hundred yards and I wanted to go back.

Alma thought that was a good idea, she had worn a coat but she was also too cold. We made it halfway back when I looked up and Simon was jogging our way. He had a jacket in one hand.

He got up to us, wrapped the jacket around me with a grin.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked. All he had on was some running shoes and bathing trunks. Tall and slender, Simon really was on the physical side. 

Alma appeared to be nicely impressed.

"No. I am used to it but I figured you might be too cool so I grabbed a jacket and headed out when I saw you go by. When the wind kicks up off the ocean, it gets cold really fast and the sand stings."

He put his arm around me, that felt nice so I leaned into him. The three of us made it back to the lobby, I started to hand him back the jacket.

"Keep it, I can just come up to your room later and get it...if you would like me to?" He grinned.

I felt myself flush, I knew exactly what he meant. Then I realized that I would like that very much.

"OK. I will be waiting." I smiled at him, he smiled right back.

"My God! That guy is a hunk! He is gorgeous!" Alma said as soon as we were out of earshot.

I didn't answer, just unlocked the door.

"If there is any left over, can I have some?" She giggled.

"You won't have any trouble at all finding your own man." I told her.

"I will make myself scarce when he shows up." She grinned.

Simon was sitting on the couch talking to Alma when I came out of the shower. I had a towel on and my hair was wet and stringy, no makeup at all.

"Hi! I brought my table, I was hoping you would want me to...."

"God. I'm not even dressed yet." I said. My hand instinctively went to my hair, making some worthless attempts at fixing it.

"I would just have to have you get undressed anyway." He grinned.

Alma laughed at that. I gave her another of my scathing looks.

"Well, I gotta go. I think I will go flirt with that cute bartender."

"You mean Sam?" Simon said.

"I guess, I didn't get his name."

Simon just grinned as Alma left. Then he turned and looked at me.

"Sam is gay." He chuckled. That was funny, I started laughing too.

"Come here." He asked, patting the couch.

"I'm not ready, my hair, my..."

"You look beautiful, all fresh and damp looking. Here, give me the towel, I will dry you off."

In short order he had me lying on the couch as he used the towel to wipe at imaginary droplets of water. He did use it briskly on my hair, then he picked up my hairbrush and brushed it out for me.

That simple act was so sensual, it's difficult to explain. I was completely ready by the time he began to brush his lips on the back of my neck. He laid the towel aside and reached down and picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom. I lay there and watched as he removed his clothing, his erection was already engorged.

Once again, we had a lovemaking session that is like something out of a fantasy, if anything I climaxed more and stronger than the last time I was with him. He was building to his own second peak when I thought of the condoms in my purse.

Then I no longer cared.

Some time later, far later, I heard Alma come in. There were low voices, then I heard the door to her room shut quietly. Simon was still nuzzling my breasts, I even felt slightly sore between my legs.

It was daylight when I woke up, I felt for Simon but he was gone. Right at that moment I didn't want him to be gone. I lay there quietly, thinking of everything.

I had just let the young man take me again, without any resistance at all. In fact, the truth is that I was eager. I sat up, reached for my clothes.

I was pulling on my pajama top when I heard a noise, something bumping something. I went and peered out the bedroom door, Simon had a big roller cart with plates of food. Alma had just stepped into the room, a man in one of the white robes I hadn't seen before was right behind her. All Alma had on was a pair of tiny white panties.

"Oops!" She said, bringing one arm up to cover her breasts.

She giggled, then turned and darted back into the bedroom, emerging just moments later with a robe on.

"Sorry." She said to no one in particular.

"No problem, I have seen pretty ladies in their underwear before." Simon told her with a smile.

"Wow!" I said, opening the door wide, checking out the huge mound of food.

"Morning, sleepyhead. I thought you might be hungry so I had the kitchen set this up. We have Cantaloupe, Watermelon, pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and Coffee and some Milk."

We all piled into the tray of food, it was delicious. After that was finished off, Simon left to return the tray.

"This is Frank, I found him down in the lounge last night." Alma said. I looked at him and nodded, so far he hadn't said a single word.

I didn't see any white band on his ring finger this time, but he caught me checking that out.

"I am just in town for the week, heading back home as soon as we finish here." He told me. His voice was very deep, there was a trace of a southern accent. I also noticed he kept glancing down at my breasts, all I had on was my shorty flannel pajama set again. It covered me completely, but the top was rather thin and I had no bra on.

"Where is home?" I asked.

"Arizona, I am an engineer with the NOAA project."

I nodded. I kept hearing about that, some government science thing. It meant there was a solid string of men around.

.....

"So how did your night go this time?" I asked Alma as soon as we were alone.

"Well, it's two in a row that probably won't get a second chance." She laughed.

I wondered about that, Alma had obviously bedded two different men in just two nights. While I had been with Simon, I did know him. I was wondering just how loose my friend really was.

Then I felt a sad mood slip over me. My mind flashed back to the years I had spent with my husband. There was no way to ever recapture that, this I knew.

I was really no better than my friend Alma, Simon was a nice looking man but to me he was really just a boy. I liked him, but it was an affair, for fun. Nothing more than that and there never would be.




Cougar Ch. 03



"What's the matter, Sally?" Alma asked, picking up on my mood swing.

"Nothing. Just a bit moody, I was thinking of my late husband is all."

Alma nodded, then she went in and showered.

"Feeling better yet?" She asked when she came out, rubbing her hair furiously.

"Yes, a little bit." I answered.

"Well, grab a shower and get dressed. Let's run up North and gamble." She grinned.

That sounded good, I hustled, freshened up and off we went.

Alma had on a pretty Peach colored outfit, it had a crossed type top designed to get attention while being just short of getting her arrested.

"Trolling, huh?" I laughed when I saw her. Then not to be outdone, I dug out a skirt and blouse that was mildly short, wearing the top undone enough that I probably would need to stay aware of who was sitting next to me.

We pulled down the hill into the casino, a young man was instantly there to take the car and park it.

He did a double take at the Corvette, then looked at Alma, then back at me. His face broke into a huge grin.

"One scratch and you die!" Alma called out to him, laughing. Then holding hands, we went inside. We were getting one hell of a lot of odd looks so I let go of Alma's hand.

"If we keep that up everyone will think we are a couple of lesbians." I laughed.

It didn't take 60 seconds and I lost track of her, so I wandered around the noisy place looking. I found a silly doubles machine that ate my $20 bill in seconds. Then I fiddled with some penny machines, nothing happening.

Finally I found a row of dollar machines, those were the old fashioned kind I had seen before. The other ones were all silly games, it appeared to be bet $1.50 and win 20 cents.

I sat down at one that had triples that paid on any row they landed on, in short order I ran my $20 bill into over $200. Then of course it began to go the other way.

"You are supposed to cash out when you get ahead, Sally." A voice behind me said. I looked back. It was Kerry, the young man I had danced with the first night we had arrived.

"Well, hello Kerry! Nice to see you, what are you doing up here?" I asked, pushing the button and getting three clicks.

"My Dad and I drove up to play a little bit." He said. That was when I noticed an older man standing nearby. He looked a lot like Kerry and was about the same size, perhaps just an inch taller.

"This is Dane, my Pop. He runs a day charter just down the coast, takes people fishing. Sometimes he does commercial too, for the local restaurants." 

The man nodded at me and smiled. His face had fairly heavy weather beaten lines, his skin was very brown. It was obvious this man spent many hours feeling the harsh winds and sunlight out in the ocean. When he reached out to shake my hand I noticed it was thick, and it felt rough, solid.

"Say, why don't you let us buy you lunch upstairs?" Kerry asked.

"Sure. But I am here with my friend."

"Let's go find her, she is welcome too." He said.

It took some time but finally we found Alma in the upstairs section losing money as fast as she could. We rescued her from that and went into the restaurant.

Dane was quite the story teller, he slipped easily from one adventure to another, things he had seen and done out at sea. When he talked about catching crabs I thought of the TV show about that up in Alaska, I could just see this man sitting up in the cabin, in charge.

Even Kerry became quieter, his father was a powerful personality.

Dane also turned out to be quite a dancer, just like his son. Music was playing softly, there was a tiny dance floor. I accepted when he asked me to dance, we were the only ones out there since it was lunch time and most people were engrossed in their meals.

It was fun to be there, with company that was interesting and something going on everywhere a person looked.

Later Dane and I pulled two stools up in front of a huge slot machine near the front and took turns pushing the button. I noticed Alma and Kerry had vanished, now I was alone with this older man.

It wasn't much of a surprise when Alma came by later and told me that she and Kerry were headed back in his car. I glanced at my watch, surprised to find it was now nearly six PM.

We went over and cashed out our win tickets, we had been collecting every time we got $50 ahead and saving the tickets.

"That way when you run out of cash you will have gas money home!" Dane laughed. I was surprised also to find that I had only lost $40, Dane told me that meant I was a big winner.

He took my hand, once again I was aware of how strong this man was.

At my car, Dane smiled and thanked me for my company. I nodded, leaned in to give him a peck on the lips, but he just gathered me in his arms and kissed me.

Now that made my head swim. Dane stepped back, looked at me.

"Would you like to go for a boat ride?" He asked me.

"A boat ride? At this time of night?" It was now fairly dark out.

"She has lights, and I always know where I am." He grinned.

"OK." I said, in complete impulse. We drove the short trip down to the tiny harbor, happily chatting all the way.

.....

The passage out to sea was scary, huge rocks lined the narrow channel, but we passed those and in short order I looked back and the lights from the small city seemed far away. The moon was up, it caused the big waves that slid by to glow, then change to shadow, that was fascinating, beautiful.

Then suddenly I was sick. For a moment I thought I had eaten some bad food, but Dane handed me some ice cold water and a tiny white pill.

"Seasick, this will help." He told me. I felt better out on the deck with the cool wind in my face. Dane turned the big boat and headed back, I could feel the change in the way the deck moved under my feet.

I felt better once we got back to the dock, Dane expertly tied the boat and helped me up the ramp.

"I am sorry for getting ill." I told him.

"Seasick, no problem. Nearly everyone does at first, then you get used to it." He grinned.

The drive back to the hotel alone was uneventful, there were quiet sounds coming from Alma's room so I just went on in to bed.

"You should have hung onto that one!" Alma was sitting at the table looking out the window when I came out the next morning.

"Why?" I asked, having a pretty fair idea.

"That kid is hung like a horse and knows exactly what to do with it!" She laughed. I just shook my head, got some coffee.

"Where did you go?" She asked.

"Dane took me for a boat ride, that was fun." I said.

"I will just bet! What is it like, making love on a moving boat out in the ocean?"

"We didn't. We just talked, but then I got sick."

"Sick? Bummer. I figured you were going to get laid." Alma laughed.

"No, I only barely met the man." I told her.

"That guy wanted to get you down on your back so bad he could taste it, I saw that in his eyes!" Alma just laughed.

I didn't say anything, he hadn't seemed like that to me.

"Let's hit the local shops, see if they have anything." She grinned.

It took nearly all day, Alma wanted to look at every little keepsake in detail. I never saw so many Made in China stickers in my life. Why someone would go to a tourist town and buy Chinese made trinkets is beyond me, but I guess they do.

A few things were neat, but I didn't buy anything. Alma did, I had to help her carry everything back to the room.

The message light was flashing when we got there, I pushed the buttons and heard Dane's voice asking me out to dinner.

"Are you going to go?" Alma asked me.

"I don't know, I was thinking that maybe Simon....?"

"Simon was in the lounge when we got here last night, with a big boobed blond about his age. I think you should go out with this guy, forget about Simon."

Another of those impulses, I called back and Dane answered instantly. I could hear the big engines running in the background, so I knew he was out to sea.

"Great, I am looking forward to seeing you. I will be by around 7 or so, OK?" He said.

"Maybe you will get lucky." Alma laughed as soon as I hung up.

"Oh, it's just a date." I told her.

"Uh huh." She grinned.

.....

I expected to go to some local restaurant, perhaps dance, maybe a show. Instead, we went to Dane's boat.

I was hoping he didn't want to go back out in the ocean, I was not in the mood to get sick again.

Instead, Dane cooked a fine meal of fresh seafood, served it below decks as his big boat stayed tied up at the dock. 

"This is delicious, how do you cook so well?" I asked him.

"Fresh caught today, that makes it easy. I was hoping you would come over so I spent the day line fishing." He smiled.

I asked about his son, there had to be a woman somewhere.

"Kerry is a fine young man, he works hard and learns fast. My wife and I broke up way back, it's tough on a woman to be left all alone for weeks on end. I was working with a crew back then. Then I bought my own boat, now I can come home every night if I want to."

"I live here on the boat, she is 60 feet long and has everything I need." He added. Then he touched a button and soft music began to play.

Dane poured some drinks, came over and sat beside me. I could feel a very tiny motion of the boat, just barely. It was warm and I was feeling good.

When he put his arm around me and leaned in for a kiss, I kissed him right back. Of course I knew very well what was coming next, and it did. It flashed into my mind to resist, but then I knew I was in the mood.

His big heavy hands slid up, touched one of my breasts, I turned my head and nuzzled his neck.

It wasn't a mad eager tearing at each others clothing, Dane carefully and gently undressed me. Then he stood up and slid off his shirt as I watched through slitted eyes. His biceps bulged, his hairless chest was muscular. He smiled at me, his eyes taking in my now naked body in delight. I made no effort to hide from him, I was feeling the tingles of anticipation.

For some reason I was completely comfortable with this man, even sitting there naked. I could feel myself get damp, I wanted him to climb on me, fuck me, take me. I felt my legs open for him as I lay back. His gaze dropped down between my legs, what looked like delight flashed in his eyes.

Dane reached down and tripped the catch on his slacks, slid them down and stepped out of them. He wore nothing else, and he was fully erect. Circumcised, the large knob reached nearly all the way to his navel.

I reached out and wrapped both hands around his erection, his breath was coming faster now. He was extremely hard.

I had not expected him to be huge, and he wasn't. But he was not small either, just normal. It felt so good to touch him like that.

Then he was pressed against me, for some reason my first orgasm hit me as he slid inside the first time, then it just kept on and on.

That was a magic coupling, and I have no idea why. Perhaps the slight motion of the boat, the sounds and smells of the harbor. I could hear what sounded like bells from time to time. 

There was no oral sex, just sweet petting and touch, wonderful intercourse. Dane's body fit mine, we made love like a long time well practiced married couple. I could feel his pelvic bone mash into mine, we squirmed against each other rather than pounded.

Then after what seemed like forever but was probably only 15 minutes or so I slept, Dane's hard body right next to me. It was the type of sleep one can only get from a full belly and wonderful sex.

I woke up to a noise, then a voice.

"Oops, sorry boss!" Someone said, then the door shut. I sat up, looked around in confusion for a moment before remembering. Dane was on his side naked, leaning on one elbow, looking at me with that same smile. I realized I was fully uncovered, so whoever had just been there must have seen me.

Dane spotted my concern.

"Relax, that was just Carlos. You are beautiful, that probably made his whole day!" He laughed.

"Carlos?" I asked.

"My crewman, we will be heading out in a few minutes. Want to come along?"

"No, I better get back. We check out this afternoon, I need to get back to my office." 

I wasn't in the mood to get seasick again.

I dressed quickly, Dane pulled on some heavy work clothing. He took my hand and walked me up to the seawall. He had called a driver to take me back to the hotel. We passed Carlos on the way, I blushed as he grinned at me. 

Then I saw Kerry coming down the dock carrying some gear, he looked at me and then his Dad in surprise, then he grinned.

"I hope I can call you, I want to see you again." Dane told me as he leaned in and kissed me.

My head was in a whirlwind all the way back to the hotel. Alma was already packed, it only took me a few minutes myself.

The same pimple faced kid brought my Corvette up, he was smiling ear to ear.

"Man, that is some car, lady." He told me.

"Not a speck on it!" He said to Alma.

"Good, sweetie. When we come back, maybe I will give you a really nice reward." Alma teased.

The poor kid blushed bright red at that.

.....

We had driven at least 30 miles before Alma said a word.

"You must think I am quite a slut." She said finally, looking out the window.

"No, nothing like that, I guess you were just having fun."

"Four different men in three days, I can't believe I actually did that." She said.

"Four?" I asked, surprised. "I only know of three."

"Simon. Last night. You won't get mad at me about that, will you?"

"No." That was true, it didn't really matter at all. Earlier, it might have, but now it did not.

We drove on in silence.

"So how was that guy, Dane?" She asked after a long period.

"He seems nice, I guess I like him. He did ask if he could call me, but you know how men are in situations like this. Probably he was just out for a good time. Like...Simon." I couldn't resist getting that dig in, maybe it did irk me a bit that Alma had bedded him.

Alma didn't say anything, she just looked out the window.

.....

Back at work, we both got right into it. Nothing more was said about the trip. After two days and no call from Dane, I figured I knew the score there, too.

Nathan was still running around over there, still naked most of the time. I just closed the curtains, ignored him.

Something had happened to me down at the resort, and I just was not sure what.

I was sitting by myself watching TV when the phone rang. It was Alma.

"Kerry called me, he wants your phone number. Can I give it to him?"

"Why does he want my phone number?" I asked.

"He doesn't. His Dad does. He must have transposed some digits, he has been trying to call you and he says some guy keeps answering." She laughed.

"Really?"

"Yea, really. Kerry says Dane is all upset because he can't reach you." Alma laughed.

Then she gave me Dane's number, but I already had that written down.

"You must have been damn good!" Alma laughed, hanging up.

Dane and I talked for over an hour, the next night he called me, and the night after that.

Then he drove up, spent the day and night with me.

"What about your fishing business?" I asked at one point.

"Kerry and Carlos took her out, they know what to do." He smiled.

.....

After a couple of months of what is best described as a whirlwind romance, Dane asked me a few weeks ago to marry him! He even presented me with a beautiful ring.

I had to tell him I would think about that. I saw the chagrin on his face, but I just was not sure.

I still have not told him about Simon, just a day or so earlier before we were together the first time I slept with another man. 

Deep inside, I somehow felt guilty about that. I know that is silly, I had not even met Dane yet, but still the feeling was there. 

I hadn't told him what I really was that first trip down there, a Cougar on the make.

Dane sounded unhappy about my stalling. But this was all a surprise to me, I never expected that at all. It was supposed to be just fun, perhaps some sex, that is all. I have my own life, so completely different than Dane's.

I booked the trip to Mexico, I spent two weeks there, just thinking. I didn't date, I didn't go out with anyone at all. I did call Dane several times, each time we talked for hours.

Each time he told me he loved me.

.....

(Now I am back. I sat down here to finish this story.

I am a Doctor, I head up a clinic with a very large employee responsibility. I am wealthy, at least compared to the world I live in.

Dane is a wonderful lover, a fine strong man. His weather beaten face looks 10 years older than his 51 years, but he sure doesn't act it. Every single moment I spent with him has been a joy.

He told me he loved me, I did not know what to say in return, so I just hugged him.

Dane is a fisherman, and a very long ways from wealthy. He is also completely happy doing what he does for a living.

"It's magic!" He told me once. "You never know what is going to come up out of there."

I remember my late husband Tom. I remember how I felt about him, the giant hole in my life that was left by that accident.

I know how I felt about Tom, this feeling I have for Dane is nothing like that at all.

Am I in love with Dane? I can't answer that, all I know is I think of him nearly every moment of every day.

I love being in bed with him, I want to be in bed with him. I also love just sitting on the couch with him, watching a movie on TV.

Is that love? Or is it just sex, someone to be with? If it isn't love, then it sure is damned close to it.

I am a mature woman, well into my forties. One would think I would know what I want from life by now.

The truth?

I do not have a clue. 

So. What would you do?)

.....

Almost finished now, I will end this by telling you what I just did.

I made up my mind to say no. There is no way to weave the life of a simple fisherman into the life I know and live.

I picked up the phone, called Dane's number. He answered almost instantly, he always does. I could hear the throb of the big engines in his boat in the background, I knew he was at sea.

"Hi, Sally!" He said. His voice, that was enough. 

One more of those impulses.

"Yes." I told him.

"Yes?"

"Yes! I will marry you."

Dane was quiet for several seconds, I got the impression he was fighting back tears.

I know I was.

"God, I was hoping...When?" He asked finally.

"As soon as you can get here." I laughed.

"Thank God. I am on my way." Dane said.

"Carlos! Bring her around, we are heading in!" I heard Dane shout to his helper.

"I love you, Sally." He said to me.

"I love you too, Dane." I hung up the phone.

.....

Now I am sitting here quietly, waiting for the man at the security gate to ring that I have a visitor. 

I know that I have a lot to tell Dane. How much will I tell him?

Well, I am going to tell him everything I can think of. All of it, even my deepest secrets.

Who knows, perhaps he will then change his mind and not want me?

I am nervous about that, but I really don't think he will change his mind.

I'm just Sally.



Cougar Chronicles: D Is for Diana



(First my apologies for this being out of order. It disappeared from my computer after I thought I had posted it. Hope it's worthy of your time)

Chapter 1 :

The 18 year old high school student Jeff Gordon couldn't believe what was transpiring. Forty-eight year old Mrs. Diana Dennison, his best friend's mother, was sucking the purple head of his cock and jerking the shaft at the same time. It was the best blow job of his young life because another lady from the neighbourhood, recent divorcee 44 year old Chrissy Canyon was behind him with her nose buried between his ass cheeks. At the same time, she had her hand between his legs and she had his balls in her hand. 

"Nothing could be better than this," he thought. "Two gorgeous MILFs servicing me!" His "oh gods" were drowned out by their muffled "oohs" and "aahs." This went on for what seemed like an eternity but which was in reality just a few minutes.

Diana took her mouth off Jeff's cock but her hand never stopped. Looking up into his dark blue eyes she asked, "Like it baby? Like having two women suck your hard young cock?"

The teen could only grunt his approval as he put his hand on the beck of her neck and urged her to take the purple crown back into her moist hot mouth. At that moment, Mrs. Canyon crawled around until the two cougars were sharing his rock hard erection. When the two met at the head they would exchange open mouthed kisses which were especially erotic to the teen who had only ever seen two women kissing in porno movies.

While one lathered his cock with her tongue or sucked on its crown, the other would lean under and using her hands pull his testes into her mouth and proceed to suck his balls. They both were experienced enough to know that no man, especially one so young, would last long with such attention as they looked into each other's eyes enjoying the effect they were having. Jeff was getting closer and closer and the two experienced cocksuckers sped up their ministrations.

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm gonna…I'm gonna cum! Yes! Yes! Uhhhhh…I'm cumming!!!!!" he roared to the world. 

And cum he did. More cum shot out of his cockhead than either woman expected. Indeed, more than either had ever seen or experienced. And as fate would have it, the bedside phone rang at almost the exact same time. No one was about to stop to answer it.

The first spurt shot straight into Diana's open mouth hitting her tonsils so hard that she instinctively closed her mouth and swallowed. Jeff's second cannonade bounced off her cheek and deposited itself in Mrs. Canyon's right eye. Undeterred Chrissy gobbled the boy's spurting fountain into her now open mouth just as his third and fourth offerings shot out. While she was content to let the 18 year old finish in her mouth, she didn't object when Diana pulled Jeff's still erupting cock out and back into her mouth. 

The teen just stood there enjoying the moment as his cum continued to trickle out especially as Mrs. Canyon was still jerking his shaft and encouraging him. "Keep cumming baby! Give Mrs. Dennison all you got! Yeah baby look at her swallow your cum! Oooh, that's so nasty!" Meanwhile the phone continued its irritating ring.

Indeed, Diana Dennison was enjoying every drop she could elicit from her young lover. Finally he was empty and groaning almost in pain now. Diana allowed her new best friend and confidante to pull his cock out of her mouth and the two cleaned every last speck of cum from his cock and then licked the residue residing on each other's faces. The spent teen collapsed back onto the bed and watched his two older neighbours in awe. They were now French-kissing each other almost oblivious to the teen. Finally the shrill ringing had gone on long enough that Mrs. Dennison reluctantly broke from the kiss and picking up the phone bellowed angrily into the receiver, "What?" which was not exactly what her husband had expected.

It's probably just as well that the cuckold couldn't see the picture being presented. His wife while trying to explain why it had taken so long to answer was getting more and more agitated with him. She still had traces of her young lover's cum on her chest and tits and their real estate agent was doing her best to lick all the evidence clean. 

Meanwhile their 18 year old neighbour , lay back with a satisfied smirk on his face, head propped up on a pillow, obviously basking in the aftermath of being seduced by the two matrons. He couldn't believe how this day had turned out. He had just finished playing a tennis match when the two older club members had invited him back to the Dennison home ostensibly for a swim. It hadn't taken them long to lure him into the upstairs bedroom.

The Dennison's were now obviously in the middle of a heated argument. Finally, Diana shrieked, "Yeah, well, you bastard! I just finished sucking off the neighbour's kid in our bed. What do you think of that?" Then she smashed the handset down into its cradle. The room became deathly silent.

Chapter 2 :

Diana Dennison was driving Highway 400 in her brand new convertible with her son's obviously smitten best friend Jeff Gordon. They were on their way to her cottage in Wasaga Beach for a weekend of unbridled sex.

The teen couldn't keep his eyes off her. In spite of the fact that she was 48, she looked ravishing especially to the always horny teen. Her short denim skirt rode halfway up her sleek, tanned thighs and the thin, low cut tank top barely concealed her 34 inch breasts. Her long black hair which had just a touch of grey blew softly in the breeze. The cougar was enjoying the effect she was having as she stole quick glances at his crotch. Noticing the bulge, she deliberately spread her legs farther which of course caused the skirt to rise even farther. It was almost to her crotch now.

Coincide that with the knowledge that her husband of 24 years and she were now officially separated, the older woman started picturing the youth on his knees pleasuring her again. Just the thought was making her moist and she reached across the console to rest her palm on his now obvious erection.

"Take it out for momma, baby," she purred. "Let me see what you've got for me."

Jeff, who had groaned when the older woman had put her hand on him, didn't have to be told twice. "Mrs. B. you are nasty! Whenever I visited your house or saw you at the club, you always seemed so prim and proper." Even saying this his zipper was down faster than some of Mike Tyson's early opponents.

Trying to keep her eyes on the road ahead was difficult for Diana as she tried to steal a glance at the teenager's long, fat cock now standing up proudly. The young man she and Chrissy Canyon had seduced for the first time a month ago took her hand and guided it to his dick. It didn't matter that Chrissy was sleeping with the boy too as he always seemed to be able to get it up. "Oh the joys of being young," she thought wistfully.

Meanwhile. knowing that the older woman couldn't get enough of his cock emboldened him to say, "Oh yeah, Mrs. Dennison, play with my cock. Oh fuck yeah! Like that!" He leaned back and enjoyed the gentle stroking. He relished the older woman's playfully squeezing the shaft as she drew her hand upwards. Then one of her fingers would touch the slit at the end of the penis and he would groan. Every so often she would take some of the pre-cum that was leaking out and tantalizingly bring it to her lips. They both knew it wouldn't be long before she would bring him to completion. 

"Fucking A!" he thought. "Bobby's mom jacking me off while she's driving." He wished he could brag about it to the world but knew that would be the end of his friendship with his best friend.

Suddenly her hand returned to the steering wheel as they were cut off. Diana had to swerve to avoid hitting the van that had crossed in front of them. "Stupid asshole!" Mrs.Dennison shouted.

Jeff saw her bosom rising and falling from the sudden outburst and he boldly reached across to cup her right boob.

"Hmmm, hon, that's nice but I think the other cars might see that. Might cause an accident if someone sees a handsome young stud mauling an older woman's tits in public. I know a better place for your hand. One not so conspicuous." With these words she took his hand and guided it between her stockinged thighs.

Jeff didn't need any further guidance. By now he had become quite adept at getting his older lover off with his fingers, mouth and cock. She and Mrs. Canyon had taught him well. Starting at her knee, Jeff tenderly squeezed and kneaded her thigh as his hand slowly inched its way up and under her skirt. Moving to the inside of her leg, he gently forced her legs even farther apart until he reached his goal.

"Why Mrs.Dennison, you're not wearing any underwear," he announced pleasantly surprised. "Did you plan this?" He smiled saying this as the cougar never ceased to amaze him with what she was willing to do. She was so unlike his own ultra-conservative PTA mother who was the same age. "Damn," he thought, "she's not like any woman I've ever met!"

"Hmmm, hon, thought you might like to get nasty on the way," she acknowledged huskily as the teenager's finger invaded her pussy. She spread her legs even wider to allow him easier access. Her plan on using her boy toy for the weekend was getting off to a great start.

Now having free reign, Jeff started giving it to her good. He would slowly insert a digit in deeper and deeper and then as he tantalizingly withdrew it, he would tease her clit with his thumb.

"Oh god, baby, you are one talented young man," she gasped squeezing her thighs together which trapped Jeff's finger while it was still in her. "Keep that up and I'm going to get us in an accident. I think we better find us a spot to pull over."

Scanning the horizon for a possible pit stop, Jeff took her hand and guided it to his forgotten hard on.

"I don't see anything, Mrs.B.. Why don't you just pull over and put the top up." He had returned to frigging the excited woman with fervour.

"Uh…uh…oh…B..B…Jeff…you..oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" and raising herself up off the seat, she did. Amazingly, she did not lose control of the car but as she came, she had slowed down enough to raise the ire of the driver behind her. He gave her the finger as he swerved around her. Giggling she grabbed Jeff's wet digit and had him give the surprised guy the wet one finger salute. By now she was pulling off the road and activating the canvas top even as they were coasting to a stop.

As soon as the car was covered and the engine barely turned off , the two illicit lovers were quickly scrambling into the back seat, divesting themselves of their clothes as they went.

"Hurry up, lover! I need to be fucked so bad! Give me some of that gorgeous hard young cock!" she hissed. 

Jeff being younger and more athletic had his pants off and was proudly stroking his manhood while now leaning back on the rear seat.

"It's all yours, Mrs.B. but give me some head first," he boldly told her while stroking it. The teen had come a long way from the naïve high school student she and her best friend had seduced. They had taught him well and he was now an equal in their erotic sessions. 

Smiling at being guided by a boy young enough to be her son and needing no further encouragement, Diana Dennison, slid to her knees between his long legs, reached for his rod and started stroking it with one hand while at the same time grasping the teen's testicles in a vice-like grip forcing a gasp and a groan from the boy. She worked the two most sensitive parts on a male like she was afraid they might escape. In fact the grip she had on his testes made them look like each individual ball might explode. The pressure of her grip caused each ball to turn purple. 

She looked up into his wide open eyes while stroking his thick six inches of manhood.

"Tell me what you want baby. This one's for you. Tell me what you want me to do," she ordered.

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Put it in your mouth! Come on Mrs. B., put it in your mouth or…or else..oh my god, I…I can't stop! I'm gonna fucking cum!" By this time his hands were in her hair and he was trying to force his cock into her mouth.

Knowing he was too far gone, rather than stop him, Diana decided to let the teen dump his first load. "It's okay baby, give it to me! Cum on my face! Cum for me baby!" She continued stroking and looking up at the anguished face of the 18 year old.

His first explosion caught her in the right eye and she instinctively pulled back. His second spurt hit her flush on the nose and some even shot up her nostril causing her to gasp. This opened her mouth and Jeff's third jet shot in unimpeded. 

His major spasms having subsided, Diana took the still dripping tool and allowed it into her mouth where she completely drained it and cleaned it at the same time. Jeff, who had almost blacked out, watched the pretty mother of two shamelessly finish him off while the thunder of passing vehicles roared by. The wickedness of the scene was not lost on the 18 year old. He had just been sucked off on the side of a highway by his best friend's mother.

When she finally came up for air, she was wiping cum from her face and cleaning the last traces from her fingers.

"There baby, that should hold you over 'til I get you in my big bed at the cottage." The two lovers were still dressing and giggling at the wanton act that had just occurred when there was a sudden knock on the side window. They looked up to see the toothless grin of a transport truck driver.

"Y'all finished what yuh was doin?" the laughing man asked with a Southern accent not attempting to conceal his own lust at what had unfolded before him. He had stopped because he wanted to make sure they were alright. The scene of the youth cumming in the older woman's face was his reward for being a good Samaritan.

"Hey boy, y'all want some help?" he guffawed as they scrambled to get back into the front seat. Without so much as a thank you, Diana started the car and shot out into traffic without even checking for oncoming traffic. Fortunately, there was no one in her lane as she booted it down the highway.

"Oh my God, that was embarrassing," she confessed, her face now beet-red. Looking back in the rear-view mirror she could see the truck driver waving his hands.

Then she looked over at Jeff who was doing his best to control his laughter.

"What the fuck are you laughing at Jeff? If word ever got out, my reputation would be shot," she cried angrily.

The teen could not suppress his laughter. "I'm sorry, Mrs.B.. You're right but…you gotta admit, almost being caught doing something so nasty is a turn-on and I'm sorry but… you've still got some cum stuck in your hair. And the guy wasn't from around here so who could he tell."

Diana was shocked to feel the traces of cum dangling from her bangs. "I guess you're right," she said, "have to admit it was a kick doing it. I've never done anything like that. My husband used to try to get me to do things on driving trips in our younger days but I always refused. I can't believe how I've changed in the last year or so."

Noticing the teen still had a hard on, Diana added, "And look at you, Jeff. My god, doesn't it ever go down?" 

Chapter 3:

The weekend had gotten off to one of unparalleled passion between the two lovers. Jeff had been taught how to pleasure women by both Mrs. Canyon and Mrs. Dennison and being only 18, he never had a problem getting it up. No sooner had they entered the cottage when they were fucking on the floor of the cottage. She got off three times before he shot his load into her leaving them both spent and satisfied for the time being. 

They went swimming for a cool down period but while playing around in the shallow waters of Georgian Bay, the teen had gotten hard again. Feeling his hard cock against her butt brought out the wantonness in the 48 year old and while watching that other swimmers didn't get too close, for the first time in her life, Mrs. Diana Dennison let herself get fucked in the water. She had even surprised herself by going down on the teen under the water.

Afterwards, while sunning themselves on shore, Diana noticed a group of young men playing with a Frisbee. She couldn't take her eyes off one player in particular. He was tall, blonde and very tanned with a physique that only came from frequent workouts in a gym. More than that, he reminded her of her first love way back in high school, Patrick Murphy. Patrick had taken her virginity one night at the local drive-in and she had thought they would be married but that all ended when he went away to college down east and she had lost contact with him. Although she had never seen him again, like all people, one never forgets one's first sexual interlude.

While mulling over her past, Diana's statuesque figure was not lost on the youths either. In spite of her age, she did have an incredible body. The Frisbee seemed to be directed her way quite often and the blonde Adonis kept coming over to retrieve it. Each time he would apologize but his eyes seldom left her barely concealed breasts.

She in turn openly admired the young man's torso, especially his butt and his crotch. A fact that was not lost on either the young Frisbee player or her lusty young companion. Jealousy reared it's ugly head and Jeff after voicing his displeasure stormed off into the cottage.

Knowing that she would be able to assuage the young man's ego with another roll in the hay, Diana was not concerned. Rather she relished the moment to make an even bigger impact on the young man with the familiar features. She deliberately leaned forward pretending to adjust her blanket. This caused her breasts to dangle down deliciously. A move that was not lost on the 20 year old.

Looking up into the blue eyes of the young stud, she was again amazed at the striking resemblance to her first lover. 

This time he made no pretence of using the Frisbee. He just waved his companions away and sat down beside the buxom beauty and introduced himself.

"No way! You can't be!" Diana explained after hearing his name. "Your name is Patrick Murphy? No way!"

"Well, if you want to be technical. My name is actually Patrick Murphy Junior," was his reply. 

In an amazing happenstance of fate, Diana had come across the 20 year old son of her first love. No wonder he had looked so familiar.

The two then got into exchanging histories. She told bits and pieces about herself but pumped him for info on his father. Turns out that Patrick Murphy Senior had unfortunately died in a car accident 3 years before. The more they talked the more the young man brought back pleasant memories and at the same time, sensing his sexual interest in her, Diana shamefully started planning her seduction.

"What a blast that would be!" she mused, "Being fucked by Patrick's son!"

The 48 year old cougar would lean back on her haunches which she knew emphasized her flawless breasts. From time to time she'd flick her head causing her long black hair to billow up and over her shoulder. As they talked, she'd reach out and touch his tanned and muscular arm to emphasize a point. 

Diana was mesmerized by the hauntingly good looks of the young man. She couldn't get over the striking resemblance between father and son. It was like she was with her first love again. Drawing herself closer and closer, Diana could control herself no longer. She reached out and touching his cheek with her long tapered finger, she told the youth how handsome he was. Though she had mentioned that she had known his father, she still had not told him about her sexual relationship with his father for fear of repelling the young man. 

She needn't have worried. There was no way Patrick would have rejected her even if he had known. He was in lust.

Diana looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Say sugar," she asked seductively, "do you have anyplace where we can…um…get to know each other a little better… if you know what I mean?" She pushed her bikini-covered breasts into him. Her nipples were already noticeably hard. Then to make sure there was no misunderstanding whatsoever, Diana placed her hand on his knee and ran it up the inside of his thigh.




Cougar Chronicles: D Is for Diana



"H..holy f..fuck! D..do you…shit, do you mean it? Are…are you serious? You're not just a cocktease are you?" the bewildered 20 year old sputtered unsettled by the aggressiveness of the older woman. Then looking around, he added, "Um…what about your son? Won't he wonder where you are?"

That brought out a loud laugh from the seductive older woman. "Jeff's not my son , hon. He's my…well…for want of a better word…my lover… for this weekend at least." Seeing the surprised look on the young man's face, Diana's hand went under the legging of his lengthy shorts and ran all the way up to grab his dick before she laughed haughtily. "And oh yeah, baby. Momma's dead serious."

The teen pulled the older woman to him and tried to kiss her but she stopped him by saying, "Not here baby. Let's go someplace private." In truth, Diana was afraid that Jeff might return and create a scene. Her juices were already flowing and she didn't want to wait another minute.

Telling her that his mother's beach house was only 100 metres down the beach, the excited young man pulled the older woman to her feet and they raced to the nearby destination.

Once inside the old 'A frame' cottage, they went at each other like long lost lovers trying to make up for their separation. Pulling her top off, Patrick feasted on Diana's breasts as though he were a newborn. In truth Diana's nipples were ultra sensitive but she let her new lover enjoy himself for several minutes. She in turn, had pushed his bathing suit down and was enjoying the length and thickness of his dick with fervour.

They stood for several minutes pausing from time to time to kiss passionately. At first it seemed strange to the young man to be standing in his parents' cottage in the nude making out with a woman he'd only just met. Even more so that she was a woman old enough to be his mother.

Diana was enjoying the foreplay immensely. Having a young man's hard cock in her hand as she pulled and squeezed and milked it, knowing that she was the cause of it getting bigger and harder, was an immense turn on to her. The fact that the young man was the spitting image of her very first love made her want this to be a fuck that he would never forget.

"Oh God, Mrs.Dennison…um…I mean, Diana, that feels so good!" he said as the MILF led him by his dick to the couch.

Once there she started working his lance even harder and faster. Her jerking of his shaft was always followed by her thumb wiping the subtle drops of pre-cum from the tip. 

"Lean back and enjoy, baby cause this is just the beginning. I'm gonna do something that's even better. You want me to give you my specialized blowjob, sugar? One that my very first lover taught me?" she whispered in his ear as she nibbled on his lobe never stopping her manual stimulation of his cock. Sensing that Patrick wasn't going to last much longer, she slid to her knees between his legs and pushed them as wide apart as she could. Looking up into Patrick's dark blue eyes once again reminded her of his father and it was like she was a teenager all over again.

She started at the inside of his right knee and slowly and sensuously kissed her way up the inside of his muscular thighs. Her hand never stopped jerking his shaft as she then teased and took a testical into her wet mouth. Patrick was in heaven and he groaned in ecstasy.

Then Diana did something that she had only ever done with one other man. She used her wet tongue to lather all around Patrick's anus and finally pushed the tip into the wrinkly brown orifice. The twenty year old could not believe what this older woman was doing. He had heard about analingus but had never experienced it. It was so…so dirty he remembered thinking as Diana's tongue probed as deep into him as possible.

"Oh my gawd! Mrs…..Di…Diana!" he exclaimed, "you're…oh fuck! I'm…I'm…. gonna….CUM!" and without further adieu, he ejaculated a bolt of cum that shot over Diana's head and landed almost five feet away.

By the time he was releasing his second wad, Diana's head had come up and she took the brunt of it in her left eye and it blinded her for a second. This did not deter her however and she guided his cockhead to her now open mouth as Patrick shot a third rope of jizz onto her tongue. She milked his spewing cock until there were only the tiniest of drops coming out and he was begging her to stop. Like the slut she was, Diana claimed every last drop.

The boy lay back satiated and still in awe of what had transpired in the last half hour or so. Diana gave his cockhead one last kiss and wanting to clean herself up, excused herself to go to the bathroom.

She was sitting on the john when Patrick walked in on her. His cock was at attention once more - straight up, hard and proud. Diana smiled and said, "Ready already my love? God I love young men."

As she sat on the toilet, her young lover moved closer until his cock was at face level. Taking him into her mouth, she allowed him to fuck her face for several minutes before stopping him. Standing up, she turned around and leaned over the sink spreading her long thin legs invitingly.

"Your turn lover. Get down on your knees and do me now." Her tone told Patrick that if he wanted to get laid, he'd better do what she wanted. Cunnilingus was not something that he relished but this woman and what she had to offer had him mesmerized.

With her guidance and encouragement, he soon had her crying, "Oh yes! Oh Patrick! Yes! Eat me, baby! Yesssss!!!!! That's it! Right there!" With her guidance and seemingly having some of his father's natural talents, Patrick had Diana cumming multiple times. 

Temporarily spent the older woman pulled her young lover to her and their two tongues did battle again. Although she had done this many times, Diana was still pleased at tasting herself on her lover's tongue. She enjoyed kissing the lad so much that she almost blurted out the truth about her and his father but the fear of freaking the young man out kept her silent - at least in that regard. She intended to relive her first love affair by means of the offspring.

"Now my sweet, sweet boy, take me to your parents' bedroom. I'm gonna let you do something to me that only one other man has ever done. I'm gonna let you fuck me in the ass!" 

Jeff was forgotten. All the cougar wanted to do now was to relive the best sexual experience of her life. Only this time she was in control.



Cougar Chronicles: E is for Ella



I first saw Mrs. Evans before the concert. Except for the sons and daughters and their offspring, the crowd was mostly elderly gray haired ladies and bald haired men so it was easy for her to stand out. Little did I know that before the evening was over, I would be fucking her in her own home while her husband slept soundly upstairs. But perhaps I should start at the beginning. 

I'm Jake Roberts, just recently turned 19. Kind of your average looking college-aged kid, I worked out a lot and had even been told that I should enter a local bodybuilder's competition but I just wasn't into shaving off all my body hair. I did have one more tangible talent I suppose. I was a pretty good singer. Not quite good enough to make a living at it but good enough to be a soloist in the Church choir as well as the glee club at our local university. That's how I happened to be there at this Senior's concert. 

Last year the School Board had what they called an Open Window so my mom and a hundred other qualified teachers took an early retirement without a penalty to their pension. My mom who at 52 retired after 30 years of teaching is a pretty fair singer herself and when she's not travelling or golfing or curling, spends one afternoon a week singing with the retired teacher's choir. This particularly night was the choir's annual Sing into Spring Concert at our local high school. Coincidentally, the same high school that I had graduated from only two years before. 

This year I had been asked to sing a couple of songs as well as a duet with my mom as part of a tribute to moms for Mother's Day which was only a few days away. At first I had been reluctant but my Mom told me that it would be my Mother's Day gift to her. This was going to be her first Mother's Day since my Dad passed away last year so how could I turn her down? Looking back, I sure am glad I relented and said yes. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. While standing at the entrance greeting some neighbours and mom's colleagues, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when this petite woman with the great body came into view. She had short blondish hair with just a tad of gray mixed in. Her eyes were deep blue but it was not her eyes that drew my attention. 

Prominent above her flat stomach, aided as well by the low cut powder blue sweater she was wearing, her breasts were magnificent and I couldn't keep from ogling them. Though she wore high heels which matched perfectly the dark blue skirt she was wearing, she was still several inches shorter than my even six feet. But, as I said, my eyes kept coming back to her chest. 

As she approached, I think my mouth was open and perhaps I may even have drooled a little but I couldn't help it. I think I mumbled, "Holy fuck!" because my leer wasn't lost on her. Finally looking up, I noticed her eyes were on mine and then I think I caught her checking me out. She definitely had a bemused smile on her face as she neared. A more mature man might have recognized her glance towards me as a come hither look. 

My mom seemed to know her and the two exchanged quick hugs but her eyes never left mine. Before my mom could introduce us, the choir master started calling for the singers to take their positions. I was still ogling the vision in front of me and as she passed by me, the now hurrying crowd brushed her up close to me. She looked up into my eyes and smiled before saying in a soft whisper that just drooled with passion, "Maybe I'll see you at intermission," before being forced past me. As she moved into the theatre I saw her turn to look back at me again. Again her eyes went to my crotch and this time, I swear, she licked her lips. 

"Wow," I thought. "What a MILF!" 

I know most of you readers already know but for the uninitiated, MILFs or Mothers I'd Like To Fuck were a major source of the dreams of my horny friends and I. We often would comment on the older women we'd see on the streets or in the malls we hung out at. Personally I had experienced two MILFs since graduating from high school. Unfortunately, I couldn't brag about my experiences to my chums as the two were the mothers of my oldest and dearest friends. 

As this older beauty sashayed into the theatre I could hear some snippets from nearby women who seemed to know her. Their jibes were bitchy but I couldn't help listening to their commentary as I watched the side to side swaying motion of her hips. 

"She's slept with more men than Elizabeth Taylor and Joan Collins combined... "

"... can't believe her husband didn't throw her out when he caught her with her former student... "

"... shameless hussy... I hear she sleeps with any man she can get... "

"I heard that they have to be young and... "

Listening to these statements made me even more interested obviously but alas the show was about to start. I stole one last glance at her as she took her seat. Just as she did, her eyes looked back towards me and she smiled that killer look. It was as though she knew what I was thinking. For some reason I was embarrassed at being caught checking her out. Subconsciously though, I must admit I was secretly pleased. 

The first half of the concert was typically boring, at least to me. Like every year, the choir had sung numerous songs from another era. For a bunch of old fogies they weren't too bad, I suppose, but boy was their repertoire in need of some updating. 

While they were singing, I was turning around from my front row seat trying to steal further glances at this beguiling woman. Even though she was sitting on the far aisle halfway up the auditorium, her eyes seemed to be on me each and every time I looked. 

Occasionally, she'd lean over and whisper something to the elderly gentleman she had come in with. For the first time I took stock of her companion. He was a tall, bald guy who looked like he was about eighty years old. Every so often I could hear him having coughing fits. 

"Humpf," I thought. "That guy looks old enough to be her father. Surely he can't be her husband. If he is, he sure as hell doesn't look like he could keep a hot, sexy woman like her, happy in bed. Maybe what those women were saying about her was true. " 

Just before intermission, grabbing one last look at the older beauty, I snuck out for a smoke to a secluded alcove that I knew from my misspent high school days. That's what I was doing when the incredible Mrs. Evans officially came into my life and in the words of a popular song - Rocked My World. 

Standing in the lightly lit alcove just outside the cafeteria door where I was sure I wouldn't be seen, this woman with the most amazing body stepped out and asked if she could join me. She said she had watched me leave and suspected that I was going out to sneak a puff or two. Actually I had just finished lighting up a joint. 

My eyes once again locked on her chest. The cleavage she was showing combined with my greater height drew my eyes like the proverbial moth to a flame. She giggled which caused me to reluctantly look up into her bemused face. Having been caught, I immediately turned beet red. 

"Well thank you, young man. I'll take that as a compliment. And don't be embarrassed. At my age one doesn't get such obvious signs of appreciation especially from such handsome young men as yourself. " When she said this her perfectly manicured finger reached out to touch my hair. She gently moved a stray strand away from my right eye. 

"Care to share a hit of that with an old married lady?" she asked and then looking me square in the face, added, "You know, hon, you have what women of my generation call puppy dog eyes. I'll bet you all the girls chase after you. " Her somewhat deep voice sounded incredibly sexy to me. Her hand reached up to touch my elbow causing the hair on my arms to stand up. That's not all that was standing up as I really couldn't take my eyes off her chest especially as she inhaled her first drag. 

Not waiting for an answer, she continued, "Most men my age either try to sneak looks surreptitiously or are too blind to even notice. " Saying this she started to giggle again. It was one of those infectious giggles and still being embarrassed at my outright ogling, I laughed as well. 

"You don't remember me, do you, sweety? I'm Ella Evans... Mrs. Ella Evans and you're Betty Robert's son, Jack, I believe? I used to teach with your mom years ago. We both retired last year," she said. 

"Um, it's Jake actually and um... well... um... I... I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I... you... um... your ti... oh shit," I still was focussing on her cleavage and stuttered like a star struck little boy. Then what she had said hit home. "You... you taught with my mom but she... you... you don't look old enough to be retired. Besides you... you look 15 years younger than my mom!"

"Why thank you Jake but alas it's true. Of course, as I see you've noticed... " there was the throaty laugh again, "I've kind of given nature a helping hand. " Saying this, she sort of turned sideways, pulled in her already tight stomach which only served to emphasize her perfect breasts even more, and indicated her rear chassis as well. 

"It's amazing," she continued with another sexy laugh, "what a little nip and tuck here and a little collagen there can do for a girl's ego not to say her love life, if you get my drift. "

This brought another blush from me. After a second or two of silence, I blurted out, "Mr. Evans is a lucky man!... A REAL lucky man!" Of course, the fact that I was once again looking straight down her cleavage was not lost on this older beauty. 

"Why Jake Roberts, my dear boy, are you hitting on me? Why I used to babysit you when you were still in diapers. " Again the throaty laugh. And again I blushed. She moved closer to me. The tips of her breasts that had me mesmerised were now lightly touching my bare forearm. Then after looking right at my crotch, she looked up at me conspiratorily and whispered, "I see you've grown up quite a bit, my young Jake. Yes... I'll bet you make your little girlfriends quite happy. "

There was no way, I could hide the bulge in my pants. Especially with what she did next. Her left hand reached down and while looking right into my face for a reaction, she actually grabbed my balls. Of course, I groaned. Then she ran her fingers up and down the full length of my erection eliciting another groan. 

"Wha... what are you doing, Mrs... uh... uh... Mrs. Evans?" I asked naively. 

"Oh come on, Master Jake Roberts. Let an old friend of the family have some fun. Besides I really don't think you mind cause I think this beauty is getting bigger. It certainly is getting harder. Oh yes, Jake, you've grown up nicely... VERY nicely! Oh yes. " 

Her free hand went behind my neck and she pulled my head towards her face and before I knew it I was sucking face with a woman old enough to be my mother. Granted she didn't look as old but somewhere in the back of my mind, it was registering. In spite of this inner conflict, my hands went straight to her perfect breasts. A twenty year old doesn't care that they were bought. He just wants to enjoy them. 

We stood there in the darkened foyer making out like teenagers - well, one of us was still close technically. My hands went to her exquisite butt and brought her groin into my manhood squashing her hand at the same time. Then I felt her free hand guiding my face to the valley separating her boobs. 

At that point I didn't care where we were. Telling her I had to see them, I pulled her sweater down and over those perfect globes. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was wearing a half bra that helped emphasize her boobs even more. 

I was dumbfounded by their size and perfection. There were age lines and creases in her neck leading to these melon-sized orbs but they certainly stood out proudly. No sag to them whatsoever. Mrs. Evans looked around to make sure that we couldn't be observed and then took both of my hands and guided them to her fleshy orbs. 

"I hope you don't mind but hmmmm... young men make me want to be naughty. Touch 'em Jake. They like to be touched. "

My hands had already started kneading them and weighing them. The old expression about not needing more than a handful is bull. There's nothing like seeing the excess spill over your hand. I was tweaking the left nipple when Mrs. Evans put her hand behind my neck again and guided me to her right one. I didn't wait to be told what to do. I latched onto that nipple like a starving newborn. I was feasting on it when I felt Mrs. Evan's hand squeezing my cock through my pants again. 

"Ooh lover, easy on the nipples. They're a little tender. "

Breaking from my feast, I kissed my way back up to her Angelina Jolie-like lips. Again as we were fighting to see who could get the most tongue in the other's mouth, my hands were all over her ass and her tits. Then as we passionately kissed and groped, I was overjoyed to feel her attempting to pull my zipper down. 

"Oh my God," I thought. "She wants to fuck right here!" I swear I got even harder picturing it! I reached down and started lifting her short skirt up but she put one hand on mine to stop me. 

"Uh uh, baby. We don't have time for that," her rebuff was not what I was expecting at this stage. I was so horny now that I couldn't have cared less where we were or the fact that people, including my mother, could walk out and catch us at any time. 

Nevertheless, Mrs. Evans now had my fly open. Rather than stop, she reached in and brought my dick out into the cool night air. She expertly jerked the shaft as her thumb rubbed the crown. I thought I had died and gone to heaven and that things were going better than I could ever have hoped. Then this 54 year old former teacher shocked me even more when she went to her knees right there on the cold terrazzo floor. She was stroking it and dare I say, even admiring it when she looked up and said, "Oh my god, Jake, it's so big! Look we don't have time for the other but judging by the size of this beauty, you won't take long. You must never tell your mum. Promise? Does your girlfriend let you cum in her mouth? If not, we're both gonna really enjoy this. "

By this time I would have said or agreed to anything and as I kind of gargled in the affirmative, she stuck out her tongue, touched the opening in the crown and licked up my pre-cum. 

"Hmmm, baby, did you know that all men taste slightly different?" she teased. 

"Please... oh my God! Please, Mrs. Evans!" I begged thrusting my hips towards her smirking face. 

"Please what baby? Come on Jake. I remember when you were just a little boy. You always told me what you wanted. Tell me Jake. Tell me what you want me to do?"

I was losing it. This woman was driving me insane. The whole time she was teasing me she was pulling and stroking my rock hard cock with one hand while her other had a death grip on my balls. 

"Oh Fuck! Please Mrs. Evans! Please put it in your mouth!" I begged. 

"Uh uh, Jake. You have to be clearer than that?" she chastised me like I was still in her care. 

"Oh please, Mrs. Evans! Please suck my cock! Oh god, please!" I continued. 

Just as she opened her mouth, the speaker over our heads boomed, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please return to your seats. The second half of the concert is about to begin. "

"Ignore that, Mrs. Evans. Please do me!" I urged once again grabbing her head and trying to force my dick into her now closed mouth. 

"Would Jake Roberts please return as quickly as possible. There has been a change in the program and you're on next. "

Fuck! I couldn't believe it. A beautiful strange woman was about to give me a blow job and I had to go sing a few fucking songs! Life is so fucking unfair!

"N... no! No... no... please... please, don't stop!" I begged like a child. "I... I'll be quick! Please! Please, Mrs. Evans!"

But it was too late. Mrs. Evans was already on her feet knocking some dirt off her knees. Seeing my total frustration, she reached down and pulled up my zipper. Tapping the front of my pants she said, "Guess it wouldn't look good if you went on stage with that thing open would it? It'd be the wrong kind of show. At least not the kind of show the old fogies came here expecting. " Once again she giggled that laugh I'd come to love already. 

"Can I... can I see you after the show? Please Mrs. Evans, can I see you after the show?" I was begging again. 

It appeared that she was weighing her options when the PA called for me again. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, which in reality was only a few seconds, she spoke. "I'm with my husband and I don't see how we... " I was crestfallen. 

"There's those puppy dog eyes again, you rascal. How can any woman resist them? Okay, meet me after the show. I'll figure something out. Now get in there and... and... oh, what do they say? Oh yeh, break a leg. "

She pushed me through the door just in time to find my mother searching for me frantically. My mom seeing who I was with looked at us suspiciously but grabbing my hand dragged me with her like the little boy I had been. Apologizing profusely even as I looked back trying to catch another glimpse of Mrs. Evans, we raced backstage. 

I don't have any idea how I got through the set with my mother. Instead my eyes kept being drawn to Mrs. Evans seated demurely beside her husband. Each time I looked in her direction, I'm sure that her eyes never left my groin and I think she even unconsciously licked her lips again with that sensuous, snake-like tongue. 

My mind was certainly not on doing the songs and my mom kept giving me cues when it was my turn to sing. As best I could I tried to concentrate on the lyrics knowing full well that my semi was being scrutinized. Somehow, we got through our duet and it was over. I really had stunk but the older audience was still very kind in their applause. 

I spent the rest of the concert peeking through the curtain at the incredible Mrs. Evans. I couldn't wait for the concert to end and it seemed to go on and on and on. Finally, the retired teachers did their final number and I was actually on the stairs to the parking lot when one of the stage crew caught me and called me back for the curtain call. 

My mom, to say the least, was not too pleased with me and was chastising me backstage when Mrs. Evans and the old guy, who I still couldn't believe was her husband, appeared out of nowhere. 

"Betty Roberts! Betty it's so good to see you! You were great! You look great! Retirement suits you. You look absolutely fabulous and... and is this... no! It couldn't be! This handsome young man is our little Jakie? The same little Jakie that use to cry himself to sleep whenever you went out and left me babysitting him? And you, Jakie! Why you bad boy, when we were talking at intermission, you never told me who your momma was. " 

Her eyes gave me a thorough once over which was not lost on my mom. Stepping between Mrs. Evans and myself like a protective mother sensing danger to her offspring, my mom gave her one of those phony hugs people give. Not giving her a chance to speak further to me, my mom took her hand and then the two strode arm in arm towards the cafeteria where all the families and friends were to meet. 

Every so often Mrs. Evans would look back over her shoulder on the pretext that she was making sure her husband was following along. The two former colleagues were now yapping like a couple of teenage girls as they walked which left me following along with Mr. Evans who introduced himself as George. The kindly old gentleman lied about how my singing had been the hilite of the concert. He was so nice that I actually felt guilty that I had been about to face fuck his wife just 45 minutes earlier. 

All through the reception my eyes never left the lusty Mrs. Evans. During the entire time, men of all shapes and sizes kept coming over to her and fawning like she was the only woman in the room. Well... looking around at the other matrons, I realized she may as well have been. 




Cougar Chronicles: E is for Ella



She was short but the high heels she wore and the short skirt ending just above her knees added to the overall effect. I heard a couple of my mom's other choir members grumbling that she should at least dress her age. They made snide comments about her enhancements. What pleased me most was that every so often she'd look my way and nod or smile. One time, I swear there was no doubt that she had deliberately stuck her tongue out and ran it all around her moistened lips. 

"So Jake, I hear you're a fan of Duke Ellington?" the words didn't register at first as my thoughts were of how to get the delectable Mrs. Evans alone so that we could continue where we had left off. 

Then an insistent hand touched my shoulder. "Ella... During the concert Ella told me you were an Ellington fan. Have to admit I didn't think anyone under the age of 50 let alone someone barely out of his teens even knew who the Duke was. " The kindly voice that went with the bony hand was that of the man who I was hoping to cuckold. 

"Um... who?" I asked somewhat befuddled. "Who?"

"The Duke. You know the jazz great Duke Ellington. Ella told me he was your favourite. She said she invited you over to listen to some of his originals that I have. Not those blasted CD's. The real thing - vinyl. Hope I don't embarrass you but she said that you almost creamed when she did so. " The raised right eyebrow and the way the old man said it made me wonder if he was goading me into revealing what had transpired between his wife and I earlier or if he was just naïve about her extra-curricular activities. 

Then he added, "I told Ella that a handsome young man like you probably has a lady friend waiting for him after the show but she insisted that I invite you over to our house to listen to the Duke... so... why don't you join us right after this shindig is over? Why wait? Strike while the iron is hot. I always say. "

"Oh my God," I thought. "He knows and he's inviting me into his home to do it!" I looked at his smiling but withered, sad face and I'm sure we both knew what the other was thinking. 

"Was he inviting me to fuck his wife? Were the two of them in cahoots? What if they both wanted me? Was I being invited to be part of some weird threesome?" In spite of her being a friend of my mom, and a former babysitter of mine as well, I knew I'd have no problem giving it to the wife but I sure as hell wasn't into anything kinky with an old man. 

Then suddenly my nostrils picked up the sweet scent of a woman. I turned to look down into the dark blue eyes and incredible cleavage of Mrs. Evans. Before I could say anything she had taken both our arms and was leading us towards the parking lot. 

"Come on boys. This lady wants to get home and get comfortable. Can't think of a better way to make an exit from this droll affair than on the arms of two such handsome men. " The fact that her right arm was pulling my left tightly against her bosom was not lost on me. I wondered if her husband could tell. Again I hoped he wasn't part of the package. I knew only time would tell. 

The three of us arrived at a shiny red corvette parked near the back of the lot. Realizing that I must have misunderstood since there was no room for me, I almost felt relieved. 

"Um... well, I guess we'll... I... I guess I'll have to do, I mean, see your... um... music collection another time," I stammered like an idiot. 

"Don't be silly,hon," Mrs. Evans said sweetly. "You and I can share the passenger seat while George drives my car. We've done it before, right George?"

So obviously I wasn't the first young man she'd invited home and although my pride was a little hurt, I realized I probably wouldn't be the last. 

"Um... are you sure? Is that okay with you, Mr. Evans?" I asked as honestly as I could muster. My mouth actually squeaked so much so that I must really have sounded like a teenager. 

"Sure Jake. Besides young man, I can see you've been admiring my little lady... her car that is. Sorry about not having a back seat but I bought this beauty a few months ago as a treat for Ella. Get in and Ella can sit on your lap. I don't often get a chance to drive the Vette and I'm sure you'd much rather she sit on your lap than me. " He actually laughed when he said this. 

Ella... um... Mrs. Evans whispered in my ear as her husband walked around to the driver's door, "Sorry I couldn't warn you about his goddamn record collection but it's the only thing I could think of. "

As I settled into the low leather passenger seat, Mrs. Evans used the opportunity in the darkened interior to touch my crotch just before lowering herself onto my lap. Once seated, under the guise of getting comfortable, she squirmed around enough so that my cock started to harden again. This elicited another giggle from the matron. 

As her husband concentrated on driving, Mrs. Evans took my right hand and brought it up under her armpit, resting it on the side of her right breast. She obviously liked living dangerously. Either that or she and her husband had an agreement. Of course, it still wasn't clear as to where he fit into the picture. Fortunately the interior was quite dark. 

Nevertheless making sure Mr. Evans wasn't watching, my fingers reached around finding her nipple, I started to play with it. This caused her to squirm on my dick which was trying its best to break through the couple of layers of clothes separating our privates. 

I think Mrs. Evans was getting really turned on and even almost on the edge of cumming as she seemed to be opening and closing her legs. Suddenly her weight was no longer on me. Watching her husband the whole time, she had raised herself up slightly and had found my zipper. Before I knew it, she had pulled my cock out and then lowered herself down again. Only this time my now erect cock was between her legs rather than under her butt. 

Her skirt had risen way up her thighs and if her husband had looked over, he would have seen as obscene a display as anyone outside of a porn movie has seen. Mrs. Evans and her husband were now involved in some innocuous discussion as to which route to take to their house. While engaging her husband in this, in the darkness Mrs. Evans' hand was stroking my cock up and down while rubbing it against her clit. 

This whole scenario was the most erotic thing I have ever been involved with before or since. The danger of being caught was intoxicating. My eyes closed as I was getting closer and closer to cumming when suddenly the car stopped. In a flash, her skirt was pulled down and she sat up straight almost crushing my poor organ. Then the interior lights came on and Mr. Evans who fortunately didn't look our way, was clambering out of the driver's seat at least as fast as a man his age could. 

"I'll see you two inside," he said. "I've gotta take a piss and if I don't get inside, I'll be doing it in my pants... again. " He laughed as he disappeared into the house. 

"Oh my God, Mrs. Evans, he almost caught us! What the hell were you thinking?" I blurted impulsively. 

"Relax, baby. It was fun wasn't it? Don't tell me you didn't find it exciting? You can't lie you know. Your cock was rock hard. As a matter of fact, I think you were about to cum. Indeed, it's still rock hard. I can feel it. In fact baby, I can't wait any longer. "

Before I could stop her, she had lifted up slightly, reached under herself, pulled aside her panties and grabbing my willing willy, she plopped herself down, this time impaling herself on me. 

"Oh my God!" I groaned grasping her hips as they instinctively started rising and falling. 

"Fuck me Jake! Do it right now! We've only got a few minutes. I need it so bad! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast!" 

This wasn't love. It wasn't anything like love. This was sex. Pure unadulterated fucking between two people. 

I used all my strength to push my cock up and into her while she countered by riding me for all she was worth. My hands were mauling her tits as we copulated faster and faster. 

"Oh yes! Oh yes! You sweet boy! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried urging me on even faster. 

It was obvious even with my lack of a lot of sexual encounters that for some inexplicable reason, Mrs. Evans liked talking dirty so I hissed, "Okay, you wanna be fucked? Take it! Take my cock! Yes oh fuck yes!" I spat. 

"Yes, Jake, I'm a whore! Fuck me like the whore I am!" she retorted insanely. 

One of her hands went to her clit and she throttled it but when her other hand reached out to grab my cum-filled balls, I lost it. 

"Shit! Yes, grab my balls! Grab my balls! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! So good! That's so fucking good! Yes! Yes! Yessss! I'm... I'm... oh... oh... oh fuck! I'm cumminggggg!!!" 

Obviously there's not a lot of room in a Corvette and as my hips rose up her head was crushed against the corvette's roof. I didn't care if I was hurting her. I was just intent on burying my rock hard cock as deep into this older woman's cunt as humanly possible. 

"Yessss! Oh sweet Jesus! Yes! You're making me cum tooooooo!!!" Her response was as electrifying and intense as mine. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. I'm sure I have never cum so hard or so much in my whole life. It was also the first time, in my young life, that I had ever had a woman cum at the same time as me. 

We stayed like that for several minutes trying to catch our breath. Finally my now wilting cock slipped out of her sheath along with a lot of my cum. 

Our post-coitus bliss was broken by her cursing, "Oh shit, we're getting cum all over the seat. Damn! Let me up so I can clean it up. " 

Of course for me to get up, Mrs. Evans had to scramble and pull herself out - a feat that was not all that easy in the restricted space. Finally, she had extricated herself and was pulling me out. As soon as I was out, Mrs. Evans was bent back inside wiping the remaining remnants of our lust. 

The view of her sweet ass which was now barely covered by her short skirt did not go unnoticed by me and my cock started to get hard again. My hand reached out and started fondling her cheeks. At first, I think Ella was so absorbed in cleaning up our mess that she wasn't even aware of what I was doing but when I boldly reached under her skirt, I could hear her clearly say, "Hmmm, tiger, you're getting me hot again. " 

Having said this, she didn't stop me when I pulled her denim skirt up even higher and my finger went straight for her still wet and now somewhat slimy cunt. 

"Ohhh yeah! If you keep that up Jake, sweetie, I may have to ravish you again. " 

Giggling as she said this, she started backing out of the vehicle which led her butt directly up against my resurgent manhood. Still bent over and not looking back, Mrs. Evans reached back and started stroking me. With that my hands reached under her chest and took a firm hold on her swaying breasts. I was now leaning over her back in a humping position when the porch light lit up most of the drive way. 

"Hey you two, what are you doing out there? I thought you wanted to listen to The Duke. " Fuck! It was her husband!

We both jumped in surprise. This time it was my head hitting the top of the Vette's door frame while Mrs. Evans' head smashed into my chin causing me to bite into my own tongue. 

That was the least of my worries at that moment. Could the old guy see what we were doing? I've never encountered a jealous husband before and even though Mr. Evans was old and physically unimposing, who knows if he might have a gun or not. 

Luckily being positioned on the far side of the Vette, we were out of his direct line of sight. Once I realized this I sighed in relief while Mrs. Evans was still out of his sight struggling to straighten out her clothes. She stayed down low pulling her sweater back down over her exposed chest and adjusting her skirt. 

Finally presentable, she popped her head up so that her husband could see her and boldly lied, "Don't worry dear. I dropped one of my earrings and our young guest kindly offered to help me look for it. Look. See? Here it is. "

Somehow, the quick thinking cougar had come up with a plausible lie. I had to control my laughter as it was obvious that it had worked on the old codger. 

"Well get yourselves in here cause it's getting late and I'm starting to get tired. You know it's already past my usual bedtime. "

As he turned and went back into their dwelling, Mrs. Evans whispered, "We need to humour him for a while. He won't last long and then... " Leaving the statement unfinished, she giggled as she scampered up the stairs and into the two storied house. Shaking my head in amazement, I adjusted myself before I followed. Thinking of what was in store had rejuvenated my cock and I now had to will it to go back down before making my entry. 

Walking into their home was like walking into the pages of a home decorating magazine. The Evans' obviously had good taste in furniture and as I found out, Mrs. Evans had a definite flair for using her imagination. Mr. Evans bragged that his wife had known what she wanted and against his wishes, had hired a young contractor to tear down a couple of walls. And he added, although it seemed that some days very little had been done, she had had the whole place remodelled with no one's input except her and the nice young contractor. For some reason, this time he emphasized the word "young". 

My eyes looked toward Mrs. Evans when he said this and I'm sure I saw her blush. I'm pretty sure that I knew why the job had taken so long. She'd probably been doing the contractor. Picturing this, made my woody start to stand up once again. I quickly sat down and covered my crotch with the nearest throw pillow. I could see the smirk on Mrs. Evans' face as she announced that she had to visit the little girl's room. 

Mr. Evans had already put on the first of his Duke Ellington records and we both settled back into the couch and listened to the mellow sounds. My older host commented on what I was hearing as each new song started. He was in his element and if I hadn't been there for a different reason, I might have actually enjoyed the soft jazz coming from the speakers. 

By the time, the third LP was playing , I noticed the running commentary had stopped. I looked over to see my host with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. He was so still that for a brief second I wondered if he was dead but then he let out a very loud snore. 

Over his form, I could see Mrs. Evans standing in the doorway looking at me. She was leaning against the frame with one knee bent and a hand arched behind her head. This seductive pose helped emphasize her voluptuous figure even more. Slowly she ran her lower hand from her side all the way up over her taut stomach to a breast. Her eyes never leaving mine, she started fondling it. 

As if that wasn't enough to get my attention, her other hand went from behind her head, down to her crotch. Raising her skirt, she started touching herself. I could tell that she was inserting her own finger into her pussy. Right there, literally only feet from her husband, the sexy older woman was masturbating. Then she took the finger that she'd been using and raised it to her lips. I groaned when she took it into her mouth and sucked the wetness from it. 

When she used that same finger to silently call me to her, I was up such a flash that I banged my shin against the coffee table. Afraid that my accompanying groan had awakened Mr. Evans I froze. Luckily he was obviously a sound sleeper. Realizing what awaited me, I almost leapt across the room and into Mrs. Evans' open arms. 

I started mauling those fabulous breasts again. Pulling her sweater up, I was pleased to discover that Mrs. Evans had taken off her bra. Of course, her beauties now hung lower than before but that didn't matter to me. She guided my mouth to each teat in turn. As I slobbered all over them, one of my hands went automatically between her legs. I was shocked to find that the vixen wasn't wearing any panties either! Not only that but she was already sopping wet as first I frigged her clit and then inserted a digit, followed soon after by a second and then a third. 

Balancing somehow on one leg, her other leg came up and wrapped itself around my thigh. Then she was hissing into my ear, "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Frig me baby! Frig me! Faster! Faster! Oh god yes! I'm gonna cum! Yessss!!!!" As she did, she released a copious amount of fluid that literally drenched my fingers. Her leg buckled and she would have fallen if I hadn't been holding her. 

Needing some release myself, I asked, "Where's your bedroom? I need to be in you!"

Casting another look towards her still dozing husband, Mrs. Evans instead pulled me into the kitchen. I must admit that I had hoped for a different room but at that stage I would have fucked her in Times Square if there were no other options. 

Unzipping, I lifted her up onto the countertop and prepared to mount her right there. My tongue was in her mouth trying to push itself all the way into her throat as I attempted to get my dick into her cunt. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was trying to say something. All I had heard was her trying to say "Wait... wait... "

"What? Come on Mrs. Evans. You can't do this to me again. Please!" I begged. 

"Oh God, there's that puppy dog look again. Hon, we can't go upstairs because if George wakes up, he'd come looking for us. " 

I guess my look of disappointment was not lost on her because she put her finger on my lips and said, "We can do it right here and if he wakes up, we'll tell him we're just out here getting something to drink. " 

Breaking from my grip, she turned her back to me, reached across the counter and opened a pair of louvered windows which I hadn't even noticed before. The scene they presented was the entire living room. I could see the top of Mr. Evans' bald head just above the back of the couch. 

Looking back over her shoulder at me, Mrs. Evans in a lust-filled voice whispered, "Now we can see him if he wakes up so come on stud, do me baby. Fuck me, Jake! Fuck me with that beautiful hard young cock!" At the same time, bending over the counter, she spread her legs and using her fingers presented her moist channel to me. 

Faster than a four beat musical coda, I was in her. Even as wet as she was, we both groaned with pleasure. Well her reaction was more like a grunt. I don't think she was expecting me to enter her so fast and furiously. It didn't take long however for her to fuck me back and soon the only sound besides our heavy breathing was the slapping as our bodies made contact. 

I spread eagled her even more and reached down and played with her clit each time I pulled out. Then when I slammed myself back in we both would grunt. Meanwhile my other hand reached under and played with a nipple. It didn't matter that it was getting crushed under our weight from time to time. I couldn't get enough of her perfect tits. My mouth latched onto her neck and I'm embarrassed now to admit that I started sucking on her neck like a leech. For some reason not caring about the consequences, I wanted to brand her as mine. 

Every few thrusts she would turn her face just enough so that our tongues could taste each other. We were both enjoying the banging equally I'm sure. Then when I felt her hand reach under us and grab my balls I almost lost it. 

"Oh god, I love you playing with my balls! Your turn now, Mrs/ Evans. Tell me what you want," I was shocked at her reply. 

"Stick your finger in my ass! Stick your finger in my ass as you fuck me! Please baby, fuck my ass with your finger!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Of course, I was only too happy to oblige. If Mrs. Evans wanted to be a little kinky well so be it. 

I put my finger by her mouth and she sucked it in, getting it good and wet. Then I reached down and slowly inched the now moistened digit past her tight sphincter muscle. Soon my finger was in all the way past the first knuckle. This combined with my continued fucking of her cunt elicited another batch of admonitions to fuck her harder and faster. 




Cougar Chronicles: E is for Ella



As our urgency increased, I decided to try something that I wasn't sure she'd approve. I pulled out, removed my finger as well and placed the head of my cock at her now opened anus. Realization of what I intended to do hit her. She balked at first but as I slowly pushed my cock head in, she seemed to resign herself to being sodomized. 

"Pl... please... be gentle... oh god, you're so big!" was all she uttered. I tried. I honestly tried but her ass was just too tight. Going slow was killing me so getting a firm grip on her hips, I held her still and forced my entire length into her butt hole. Her sudden intake of breath was followed by a muffled cry. Fortunately she had bitten down on her own hand in order to keep from screaming out otherwise I'm sure Mr. Evans would have been awakened. I could see the teeth marks had drawn blood. 

I waited while her rear passage got used to my size but when she finally and tentatively started moving her hips, I started up again. There is no sexual feeling that can top that of fucking a fine woman in the ass and soon we were humping like there was no tomorrow. In and out. Slow, then fast. Occasionally just the tip. Then the whole 7 inches. I knew I was going to blow and it was going to be incredible. 

I wanted Mrs. Evans to cum too so I went back to playing with her clit and soon she was telling me that she was about to cum. That's all I needed to hear. 

"Oh god yes! Oh Jake, I'm... oh god no don't stop! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me baby! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!" her ass pushed up off the counter in spite of my weight forcing it back down and with one mighty impalement I unloaded deep into her bowels. 

"Yesssssss!" was all I could say as I collapsed, totally spent , onto her back. 

We lay like that for minutes basking in the sweet aftermath. The mood was broken far too soon. Suddenly we heard Mr. Evans coughing as he seemed to be waking up. Panicking, I pulled out and not having time to clean myself, I shoved my dick back into my pants nearly catching myself in the zipper. 

Mrs. Evans promptly pulled down her sweater and stood up straightening her skirt and her hair simultaneously. I wondered if my semen was making its way down her legs. 

"We're out here in the kitchen just getting drinks, sweetheart," Mrs. Evans was answering her husband's query as to where we were. "You dozed off on us," she continued quickly grabbing two cokes from the fridge. The woman was amazing. Talk about cool under pressure. 

For the next half hour, the three of us listened to the sweet sounds of the man they called Duke. No talking. Just listening. My eyes kept travelling over to Mrs. Evans who was curled up beside her husband. Her nylon covered legs were curled up under that butt that only moments before I had been reaming. Thinking about it made me hard yet again. A fact which was not lost on my sexy hostess who kept shaking her head while stealing glances at her husband. 

Finally, Mr. Evans announced, "Look you two. It's been a long day. Would you guys object if I hit the sack? Jake, I hope you don't mind. Ella can make up a bed for you here or in the spare bedroom if you like and I'll drive you home in the morning. Do you think your parents would mind?"

My response was automatic. "It's just my mom and me now and she won't worry. She knows I'm not a kid anymore. " As soon as I said this, I looked at Mrs. Evans with a knowing smirk. 

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know. Okay young man. It's settled then. You don't mind do you, El?" He watched her shake her head in the negative and added, a little sarcastically, if you ask me, "I didn't think so. " Then without so much as a goodnight, he was gone leaving me alone with his beautiful wife. 

Mrs. Evans just gave me that knowing smile. We both knew I'd be fucking her again before the night was over. 

As much as I was tempted to jump her right then I knew I better wait until the old guy was fast asleep in his bed. She knew what I was thinking and was smart enough to stay where she was. We chatted about inane things to help pass the time. We discussed my education, my hopes and dreams. She, in turn, shared some of her history. Evidently she'd had several miscarriages and two other marriages. Mom and she had been very close at one time but like most teachers, they'd not kept close contact when Mom had changed school boards. 

I have to admit that even though I was aching to fuck her again, I was becoming quite smitten with the older woman. She talked to me like I was her equal rather than the offspring of her former best friend. After about a half hour, Mrs. Evans turned serious. She looked at her watch and pulling out her tiny feet from under herself, she disappeared towards the direction that her husband had gone. 

Mrs. Evans was gone for so long I thought that maybe I had been mistaken about getting another opportunity to make love to her. Just as I was about to go looking to find out where I was supposed to sleep, she returned smelling like she had just stepped out of a perfume commercial. She was carrying some sheets and a pillow but I barely noticed them due to the fact, the vixen had changed. She was no longer dressed in her sweater and skirt. Now she was barely covered by a very short robe. 

I jumped up but she gestured for me to sit back down in the armchair. Taking the sheets, she started making up the couch. Watching her bend over as she tucked the bottom sheet into the edge of the couch, her robe inched up and revealed that Mrs. Evans had no underwear on. Ogling her snatch from behind made me hard instantly. Just as she put the pillow in place she looked back over her shoulder and asked provocatively, "Does this look alright to you?"

Not answering her, I raced across the short distance and went down on my knees behind her. Spreading her legs, I reached up and started playing with her womanhood. I alternated teasing her clit with pushing my fingers in and out of her wet vagina. I forced the older woman to spread her legs even more and she fell forward into the pillow as I let my tongue take over kissing and sucking her from underneath and behind her. I could hear her muffled groans into the pillow as I brought her to another orgasm. Her powerful thighs held my head in a vise as she did so. 

When she finally recovered she said, "God, Jake, where did you learn to do that? That was incredible. Now take those clothes off. It's your turn now. I think I promised you something at intermission. " In a flash, I was out of my clothes and standing in front of her with my cock at full attention, standing up and out proudly. 

Mrs. Evans laughed that infectious giggle again and dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hand reached out and she teased the tip, taking the resident drop of pre-cum onto her fingertip and putting it in her mouth. She smiled and once again asked if I knew that each man's cum tasted different. 

I almost asked her how I could know that but before I could, the head of my cock was being washed by her tongue. Her eyes looked up at mine as she started giving me the best blow job I have ever received. 

This older woman didn't just suck. The expression "Eat me" wouldn't even apply. She made love to my manhood. One of her hands worked my shaft up and down, around and around as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. I couldn't take my eyes off hers as she swallowed me almost to the root. She seemed to be determined that she was going to deep throat me and although no female I had ever been with before had been able to, I was more than happy to let her try. 

Every so often I could see her tongue below my now slick shaft as she tried to accommodate even more. Slowly inch by inch, she took a little bit more, only releasing me occasionally to gasp for air. Finally, I was all the way in. I was amazed. Her nose was now being tickled by the few pubic hairs that I have. I held her head revelling in the moment. Then it was obvious she was gagging and as she tried to push me away, I pulled back. She coughed and wiped the resulting spittle from her lips and chin. 

"Did you like that baby? You're just about the biggest one I've ever done that to. Are you ready to cum now, Jake? I want to be back in bed with George when he wakes up. He has to get up to go to the bathroom 3 or 4 times a night and he'll come looking for me if I'm not there. "

"You said I could cum in your mouth. Can I? Please, Mrs. Evans. I've never done that. " 

I must have sounded like a kid again but Mrs. Evans just smiled and said, "Sure Jake but cum on my face too. A young man's cum helps the complexion. " She was laughing as she said this. While this whole exchange was taking place, her hands had never stopped jerking my shaft and playing with my cum-filled balls. Without another word, she went back to kissing and licking my dick before finally taking it into her mouth once more. 

It didn't take long. I was getting closer and closer as she worked her magic. Between the warm wetness of her mouth and the skilful manipulation of my manhood, it was only a matter of minutes before I was on the verge and warning her, "Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh god yes! Uh... uh... oh Christ! You're... oh yes... uh... Oh Christ, I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck Mrs. Evans! Yes!... yes! Oh fuck yes! That's it! That's it! Yesssss!!!! I'm cumming!"

Holding her head still as I neared my ejaculation, I rose up on my toes and then driving as much of my cock into her mouth as she would allow, I erupted. Groaning with each jet of cum that shot out, I jettisoned my jizz deep into her throat before remembering what she had asked. I pulled out and stroked the last couple of creamy ropes onto her face and then used my cockhead and fingers to spread the semen around. 

Some of my cum had splattered into her right eye and she used her own finger to clear it, giggling as she did. 

"Wooweee, I can't believe you still had that much left, Jake!"

The sheer intensity of my orgasm took all the strength out of my legs and I collapsed onto the couch with her cuddling up by my shins. I was wiped but pleasantly surprised to feel Mrs. Evans cleaning the last remnants of cum from my cock with her tongue. 

"Um... um... Mrs. Evans... um... I'm done," I gasped trying to stop her. I was almost in pain now. She was insatiable. 

"That's okay, Jake. I've had enough... for now. " With that the older woman gave my dick one last kiss on the tip and pulling her robe around herself said, "See you in the morning, hon. Sleep well. " Then she was gone leaving me to contemplate what had happened. Exhausted, I was asleep within minutes. 

I was awakened when Mrs. Evans crawled under the covers with me. It was morning and when I initially tried to resist not knowing where her husband was, she said not to worry because he was already on his way to his downtown office. With nothing to fear now, we fucked on the couch and again in the shower later. 

When I finally got home, I had to face my mom who, rightly so, was furious that I hadn't called. She demanded to know who I had been with but there was no way I was about to admit that I had been with one of her friends especially since it had been her friend who had seduced me. 

I think my mom suspected because she asked what I had thought about Mrs. Evans after meeting her the night before. She proceeded to tell me all the outrageous things that her former best friend had done. Seems that Mrs. Evans had quite a reputation for seducing young men ever since her husband had become impotent. Mom even called her a Cougar but I could tell that the venomous way she said it, she meant it in a derisive way. 

Mrs. Evans and I got together a few times after that over the summer. She would text message and we would meet mostly in the local motel for a few hours of unbridled passion. She was insatiable. We fucked everywhere - in beds, in her car, even in the men's washroom of a local bar that she took me to. 

Then suddenly the invitations to meet her stopped. I found out later that she had found another young stud to bed. At first, I was hurt but then remembered the night that Ella had taken me to a bar where she liked to hang out. I remembered that there had been a lot of older women there that night. I was sure that there were other Cougars just looking for a guy like me and I intended to seek them out at every opportunity. 

As a matter of fact that's where I'm headed right now.



Cougar Fantasy



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I read a story like this on a web site, tried contacting the author, but was unable to get a response. Working at a bank well I have to wear pantyhose every day. I'm also a people watcher and see how men would love this fantasy. In this fantasy I'm a sexy milf and our only child is back on break from college. I know that my son's friend has a crush on me and over the years have enjoyed flirting and teasing him.

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Opening:

I've enjoyed this fantasy many nights as my fantasy is that I'm some hot cougar and young men want me. Yeah it's the Misses Robinson story, but we all know how hard nineteen year old men can get. The idea that I can teach a young man to become a good lover really excites me and this is my fantasy.

Oh, part of me did not want to go out. I've been horny all day and really wanted my husband to do me. There were a couple of hot guys that came into my office today and I enjoyed flirting with them. Talk about an ego boost when you catch a guy checking you out. These men are successful business men and have lots of money. They also have free time to keep their stud bodies in shape. If only I could bring one or two of these studs home to enjoy my feminine charms.

I'll admit it that some times during the day I fight the urge to take care of myself. I'll sit at my desk and cross my legs which puts pressure on my clit. I've come close a couple of times to actually reaching an orgasm. However, I'm always worried that someone will catch on to what I'm doing, or worse someone will notice my scent. Sure I love the smell and taste of fresh pussy but I want to control who notices mine! 

I knew that my husband was looking forward to this night and I wanted to make him happy. I just showered and shaved my pussy. My husband Bob loves going down on me when I'm shaved and I really had to cum tonight. After I cooled from the shower I put on my pantyhose and started to get ready for tonight's date. I was in my own little world.

Tonight I was wearing a black backless dress with black sheer pantyhose and killer pumps. When we entered the restaurant I wanted all eyes on me and wearing a backless dress I decided to slut it up a little and not wear a bra. I loved how soft the dress was almost like velvet and having my breasts free my nipples would be teased by the material. The only problem with a black dress is that my hard nipples wouldn't be clearly visible. 

Since I work at a bank, well I've learned a how to dress. One thing that attracts attention from men is black pantyhose. Not sure why but when I need an ego boost I'll wear a shorter skirt with black pantyhose to the office.

Back to this night and having to go out. Week nights are hard nights to go out for dinner. After a long stressful day at work all I want to do is cuddle up at home. Having to get ready after work for a dinner is hard. The best part about going out for dinner is having someone else do the cooking and cleaning and enjoying a night with my man. Anyway I was lost in the moment not thinking about anyone else being in our home.

I turned and saw Mike at the door, "How long have you been standing there?" Even though I was only wearing my pantyhose I didn't try to cover. After all what was the point? I noticed a nice bulge in his pants. Part of me wanted to scold him but part of me was impressed with his boldness.

Mike started to blush, "A few minutes."

I walked over to him, "You're a very naughty boy spying on me."

"Well your door was open and when I saw you, well I was unable to move."

His complement gave me a little ego boost, "Oh really?"

"Yes Miss Webster, I think that you are beautiful. Once I saw you nude well I had to enjoy the experience as long as possible. I would never forgive myself for walking away too soon."

I could feel myself blushing from this young starting to flirt with me. Yes, I enjoyed the ego boost. All day I was aroused but Bob wasn't around to take care of my needs. However, I still have to play hard to get. "Mike, you realize that I'm nude and do you think its okay for you to be here? How did you get in?"

He looked a little uncomfortable now, "The front door was open and John told me it was okay to come over to get some of my cd's."

John was my son who was best friend with Mike. John had a date tonight and left hours ago. This wasn't the first time John has been in our house and I was comfortable with him being around me. I smiled, "Okay, then why are you in my doorway?"

"Once I saw you, well there was no way I could walk away. I enjoyed the view."

I smiled at him, "Mike, why thank you. However I think it's only fair that you remove your pants. After all you are able to see all of all of me."

Surprisingly I don't try to cover myself. I'm totally comfortable having him gawk at me and loved the fact that he even was hard. Was Mike aware that he was rock hard? Looking down at his crotch I was impressed with the bulge and started to wonder what his cock looked like. Oh, what would it feel like in me? My husband Bob has this fantasy of watching me with another man. Maybe that man could be Mike? Oh I'm sure that Mike could fuck me at least three times per night and I'm sure that I would cum at least twice! I watched this young man undress. His body was tone and hairless but his cock was thick and rock hard. Oh what a girl could feel with that thick meat in her.

Mike cleared his throat, "Can I touch you?"

"Yes," I felt comfortable having him touch me. He's always been a gentleman and since I was in pantyhose there was no way he could enter my pussy. I enjoy feeling a man touch me even though my husband did not have a hose fetish. Mike did! 

Nervously he started to reach out. His hands trembling and I knew that he's never been with an older woman. He hand rested on my thigh and slowly he worked his hand. 

This wasn't right so I told him, "Mike, I think we should move over to the bed." I think this caught him off guard but the when the words set in he smiled. He was nervous and I could read that in his face.

Once I was on the bed I patted the spot next to me. Mike came to me and sat down. I can't remember the last time that I was topless in front of another man. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. Due to wearing pantyhose I was unable to notice my scent. Mike hand went back to my thigh and I just sat back enjoying his touch.

"Can I touch your pussy?"

My arousal was soaking the crotch of my pantyhose. I stood up and walked in front of him. I pulled down my hose a little. Mike stood up his eyes glued on my pussy. He pulled down my hose exposing my pussy. 

"Stoke your cock for me Mike." I love watching men masturbate to see how they touch their cocks. 

Oh, I gasped as his hand cupped his hard cock. Mike started to work his hand over his hard cock. The tip of his cock looked so full of blood, and so hard. His skin was tight over his hard as steel shaft. I knew that his cock would fill my pussy and give me so much pleasure. Would he stay hard after he came? How long would it take Mike to recover and achieve a second erection?

How experienced was Mike I had to know, "How many women have you enjoyed?"

"Just my girlfriend."

"Do you like touching me? Do you like how my body feels?"

"Yes very much so. My girl friend never wears stockings or pantyhose. I like how you dress for work and have enjoyed many fantasies about you."

Oh I liked how he thought, "Really, you think about me?"

"Yes."

I love watching men jack off and wanted to watch Mike, "Do you stroke your hard cock while you think of me?"

"Yes."

Talk about a rush, having this stud think of me, "Do you cum?"

"Every time."

If only we had more time, I just might allow him to mount me. However, I knew that my husband would be home and speaking of that thought that we better hurry up. I took his free hand and guided him to my very wet pussy. "I want you to feel how aroused I am after you told me that you think of me while you masturbate."

Mike grunted as his two of his fingers entered me. Oh his fingers were thick. I loved how he felt in me which only made me want his cock more. My pussy ached to be filled and his two fingers helped with my itch. I started to match Mike's other hand. Ever time his hand went down that magnificent shaft I sat down on his fingers till I had all of him in me. Mike's body language told me that he picked up on my clues which helped him get closer to his own orgasm.

"You like how my pussy feels Mike?"

"Yes I do. You're so wet and I love feeling a wet pussy."

His boldness excited me, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"More than you can dream."

"Will you fuck me soon?"

"I'm gonna fuck you good soon."

Oh just the thought that he wanted me sent shivers though my body. I smiled, "You promise?"

Mike hand was really working his pole. The dirty talk was getting to him and I could tell he was close. Then it happened. I watch the tip of his cock expand, a second later a thick stream of cum shoots out of his cock and lands on my pussy. Mike grunted as the second stream of cum shot out. Oh he shot out big thick streams. Every time he pumped a load of cum the tip of his cock grew. Oh I wanted that cock in me and feel him cum deep in my pussy. I knew that he would fill me and touch me in ways my past lovers were unable to and when he came, well my pussy would clamp down being so stuffed with his hard tool.

Mike head shot up when he heard the garage door open I grabbed his arm, "Hurry get your pants on and go to John's room."

Mike dressed and I pulled up my hose. I didn't have time to change my pantyhose and had to get my dress on quickly. We only had a few moments before my husband and son would walk into our home. 

Quickly I pulled my black dress on and straighten my dress. My pussy soaked in my own juices and Mike's thick cum.

Bob came into the room and gave me a quick hug, "Are you ready?"

Smiled and thought about watching Mike stroking his cock, "Just about." I knew that Mike would be thinking about me and that things would be a little different around the house when Mike was around. I went into the bathroom to wipe some of the cum off me but Bob followed me. Crap, well guess that I will be going to dinner wearing another man's cum. I could feel Mike's cum on my body, a large steam of cum coated my clit. 

Once we left Mike could sneak out of our house. If only he could sneak back in after dinner and give me the fucking that my body needed. All I could hope for was that Bob would be in the mood to fuck me otherwise, I would have to wait till he fell asleep and take care of my own needs.

Once I was ready, Bob came in and held me. I felt secure in his arms even though ten minutes before I was watching another man cum. In fact, I had that mans' cum on my pussy! 

Bob started to nipple on my neck and ears, "You look so sexy."

"Really." I wonder what got into him; maybe he picked up on the smell of sex in our bedroom.

"If only we had time, I would fuck you right here right now!"

I felt him and enjoyed knowing that he was aroused. Maybe after dinner he will still want me. One thing that all women crave is to be wanted. How would Bob feel if I told him that I watched Mike jack off? 

I turned and looked into Bob's eyes, "Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Oh babe, in that dress you are fucking hot."

I smiled, "And you don't mind that other men will be checking me out tonight?"

"Are you kidding? I get hard when I catch other men checking you out."

"Really," I decided to toy with him. "Why is that?"

He cleaned his though and his body language told me that he was uncomfortable. With his pause I'm sure that his mind was in conflict. Does he tell me? Can he trust me? Then he said it, "Babe, you know that I love you but the fantasy of watching you get fucked really turns me on."

"Really now."

"Yeah, I can't explain it but I love it."

I called his bluff, "And what would you say if my pussy was coated in cum right now?"

"Honestly, I would want to eat you."

Well that was an honest answer, "Really."

"Yeah."

Had to ask him, "I think you would be upset if someone fucked me."

"Well sure but only because I wasn't there to watch."

Hum, guess he really wanted this. However, how would he react when another man's cock was in me? How would he react when he woke up the day after? "Well we shall see. Maybe someday."

Bob smiled like a kid at Christmas, "Really? Would you allow another man to do you so that I can watch? Would you do that for me?"

"I'll do anything you want. Should we go?"

Bob smiled, "Yeah, sooner we get back the sooner I can fuck you."

Bob hugged me and I felt his hard cock press into my stomach. He liked the idea and I'm sure that he really wanted this. Tonight I was a naughty girl and for dessert my husband expressed his desire to watch me with another man.

More to cum later... 



Cougar Files: The Self-Esteem Rape



Judy took a deep breath at her front door. She was more nervous than she had ever been in her life. What she was about to do felt so wrong. It felt dirty. It felt naughty. It was the most exciting thing she had ever done in her life. Today was Judy's birthday and she had just turned forty. She officially felt old. 

About a month before, Judy started thinking about what she was going to do for her birthday. In all likelihood, she thought, her co-workers would bring in cake to the office. There would be an extra long lunch break for everyone, and a few of her closer friends might give her a gift. Then she would come home to be ignored by her teenage kids and cook them dinner without so much as a thank you. After that, she would probably watch some shitty reality show on TV. Then she would go crawl into her empty bed and use her vibrator while thinking about her boss's twenty two year old son, Simon. Yep. She was in for another disappointing day.

However, Judy decided that she would change all of that. Who was to say that she couldn't go out and have some fun? So, she called her ex-husband and asked him to take the kids on her birthday. After several minutes of debating, he begrudgingly agreed. Her kids didn't really seem to care that they wouldn't see her on her birthday. Fuck it, thought Judy, they like their father and that whore that he's banging more than they like me anyways.

Next, Judy went out and bought a new outfit. She hadn't gone out in a long time, and she wanted all new clothes to look good in. She bought a new black dress that was skimpier than anything in her closet. She loved the way it showed off her legs without making her hips look too wide. Also, it pushed her tits together and showed off her cleavage while making them look nice and perky. Then she bought a new pair of high heels to match her dress and a new set of silver earrings. She spent a little more than she probably should have, but she wanted to look good.

Judy had always been attractive, but she was self-conscious about her age. Her ass had grown a bit larger, and her breasts weren't as perky as they once were. Her concern over her age was nonsense though. She was incredibly attractive. She didn't know it, but her son's friends constantly teased him about his MILF mother and her daughter was going through a rebellious phase because she didn't think she was as pretty as her mom. Judy had a whopping pair of d-cups that had managed to maintain their gorgeous shape over the years, amazingly losing only a bit of their perkiness, and a very sensual body that craned necks when she walked by. Her hair was a bright, shining blonde, and her eyes were light blue. But, when she looked in the mirror, all she could see was the things that hadn't stayed so firm over the years and all of the junk that was now in her trunk. However, Judy truly was still a hottie; not even just for a mother of two.

When she got home from shopping, Judy had put on all of her new clothes and stood in front of the mirror. Even she had to admit that she looked pretty damn good. It was the perfect self-esteem booster that she needed.

So, she had the whole night away from the kids and a new outfit all set to go out on the town. But, it wasn't enough. There was something still missing. In fact, it had been missing for a long time. The thing that Judy really longed for was the touch of a man.... That's putting it a little too softly. No point in dancing around it. Judy wanted some cock. It had been so long since she had been properly fucked. The last time she had gotten some dick was seven months earlier when she had drunkenly slept with somebody she had met at her office Christmas party. That wasn't exactly the best memory either. It wasn't until afterwards, while she was pulling her panties back up inside of the janitor's closet, that she had found out the guy was married to one of her co-workers. Her vibrator had put in extra overtime since then. Sometimes she felt like she should modify her monthly spending budget to account for all the D-cell batteries she went through.

She was definitely due for a good fucking. However, the thought of trying to pick up a guy at a bar just drove Judy crazy. Sure, she wouldn't mind bringing a guy home. That wasn't the issue. In fact, she really wanted to do that. The issue was Judy's self-confidence. She wanted a young stud to take home and ravage like a cougar, but, if she went to a bar, there would be all of those perky little twenty-something girls around her to compete with.

While she considered this, a wicked thought suddenly came to her. Lately, her imagination had been growing more and more. She had started fantasizing about sex and playing out fantasies while masturbating. She found that she had dark desires that were just now beginning to come out, no longer being suppressed in her mind. 

It started of innocently enough. She had started by spanking herself while using her vibrator, imagining a large, masculine man holding her down. Occasionally, when the kids were at their father's, she would walk around the house naked, sometimes even venturing out into the back yard when it grew dark. She started watching pornography where women were tied up and told what to do. While watching these, Judy had discovered that she was submissive. However, even she didn't know how much, until she discovered that she had a rape fantasy.

Naturally, she was a little shocked to discover it. She almost felt some form of guilt, finding sexual arousal in such an act. Judy wouldn't have necessarily identified herself as a feminist, but she had always thought of rape as appalling at least. But, as she lie awake at night, fighting off the urge to touch herself, she found her thoughts unwittingly shifting. She imagined what it would be like to have a man force himself on her, overpowering her with his strength and having his way with her. She couldn't help breathing harder just thinking about it.

Judy wanted one thing for her birthday -- a nice cock. She also wanted to fulfill one of her darkest fantasies. And so, she decided that she was going to get raped. Not the real thing, of course. She didn't want to end up dead behind a dumpster or anything. But, she had looked into rape fantasy online and found that there were a surprising amount of women who were into it. The idea of a simulation rape made Judy bite her lip with desire.

She did some more exploring online and found a website where people post erotic personal ads. It seemed like a better idea than going on craigslist, so Judy made an account and posted an ad: "Mature woman looking for man to fulfill rape fantasy." Her ad wasn't even up for an hour before her inbox was filled with responses from men. About ninety percent of them could be thrown out right away. It was pretty clear that she shouldn't respond to them. After a couple of days of sifting through emails though, she finally found one that seemed alright. His name was Alex. He had a profile on the site and Judy checked it out. According to his profile, he was twenty-five, 6'1", with brown hair, and an athletic body. He even sent her a couple of custom pictures to prove he was who he said he was. Judy liked what she saw. Getting a response from someone so much younger than her was more than she could have asked for.

They exchanged a few emails, Judy told him the details about her fantasy, and a time was set. Judy was nervous about not really knowing the guy, but that also turned her on, knowing she was going to get fucked by a stranger. It was a reckless decision, but that was the point, right? She wanted her fake rape to be as real as possible.

Now, back to Judy standing at her front door. It was the night of her birthday. She was wearing her new outfit and she looked great. She wasn't even self-conscious about how she looked, but she was extremely nervous. How she looked wasn't the most important thing at that moment. The most important thing to Judy just then was a single thought going through her mind. If she stepped out the door, she would be raped by a stranger that night. Judy took a deep breath and held it. She opened her door, stepped outside, and locked it behind her. She smiled at this new adventurous side of herself.

She walked over to the cab she had called for earlier and climbed inside. She felt herself grow brighter as she realized the cab driver was trying to look at her tits with his rear view mirror. She was meeting a few of her friends downtown at a club. They were all around her age and mothers as well. It may have been Judy's birthday, but the night was an excuse for all of them to dress sexy and drink cocktails like they used to do in college. But, none of them were planning anything as.... ambitious as Judy had planned for the night.

At the club, all of the women were having a great time. None of them got to go out to night clubs as much as they used to, and they were taking full advantage of their night of freedom. The evening was full of drinking and dancing. At one point, Judy was dancing with a boy young enough to be her son. He made it painfully obvious that he was into her. Her girlfriends, knowing she hadn't dated anyone in over a year, tried their best to get her to go home with him. 

"Who cares if he's a cougar hunter," said Judy's friend Heather. "Let him hunt you, and then devour him!" All of the women laughed.

Judy considered it, but then lied and said she would feel weird having sex with someone so young. Truthfully, she felt quite the opposite, but she didn't want to ruin her plans for later. It did feel good to be hit on by someone so young though.

Several hours and many drinks later, the women started to leave. One by one, they got into cabs and were whisked away back to their dull suburban lives. Judy hugged all of her friends goodbye. 

"Happy birthday, Judy," said her friend Bonnie. "Sorry we couldn't get you laid tonight," she joked. The women, drunk on daiquiris, all started laughing.

"Well, you never know," said Judy. "I could always run into someone on the way home." Again, the women laughed. Judy smiled. If only they knew how right she was. Judy got into the cab and checked her watch. She had only ten minutes to spare. The cab zipped off and Judy abruptly told him to stop after only three blocks.

"Right here? You sure?" asked the cab driver. They were right next to the park. Judy took another deep breath to clear her head.

"Yes. I'm sure," she said. She paid the cab and walked into the park. It was dark and Judy was fairly certain that the park had been closed since 11:00. This was where she had told Alex to meet her. She didn't know exactly where he would be, but she told him to be somewhere in the park. She was going to walk around and, at some point, he was going to pop out of the bushes and grab her. Not knowing when or where it was going to happen added a sense of realism to the whole thing that excited Judy.

So, she began walking down a path. The park was fairly large. She had chosen it specifically because there were many trees and bushes to hide behind. At first, she had considered having Alex meet her at the club and rape her out back in the alley. But, the park seemed more secluded.

Judy's high heels clicked on the pavement beneath her with each step. Her ass swung temptingly back and forth, wrapped tightly in her black dress. Her large breasts bounced ever so slightly. It was a cool summer night with a slight breeze that cut through Judy's skimpy outfit, making her nipples harden slightly. Braless, her nipples pressed out against her dress. If it were lighter out, anyone would have noticed. She felt so exposed in the cool night air. She was vulnerable, out on her own wearing such a suggestive dress. At one point she passed by a group of teenage boys. They whistled at her and she could hear them saying some raunchy things as she passed.

She continued to walk around, her anticipation increasing exponentially. She felt herself beginning to grow wet between her legs just thinking about what she was doing. She had told Alex to be rough with her. She wanted a proper fucking. Just in case though, they had established a safe word, "ginger." Judy didn't expect to have to use it. Her pussy was craving a hard pounding and the drinks she had earlier only served to emphasize this.

Judy had just passed a large tree and was looking at some buildings off in the distance. She was completely caught off guard when she felt a man's arms wrap around her. One arm was around her waist and the other arm's hand was tight around her mouth. Judy yelped in surprise, but it was muffled by the man's hand.

"Don't even think about screaming," said a harsh voice in Judy's ear. Then, very forcefully, he dragged her off of the walking path and past some thick bushes. Judy tripped over her heels several times as the man moved her.

The man's left hand stayed tight over her mouth as he grabbed a handful of Judy's soft tits with his right.

"Oooooh," said the man in an almost taunting tone. "Looks like this dumb bitch has got some fat titties." He squeezed hard and pressed his crotch against Judy's ass. "What the fuck is someone like you doing walking around alone dressed like that?"

Judy said something in a pleading tone, but it was muffled beneath the man's hand.

"Damn, you really must be one stupid bitch. Don't you know there are bad men out here?" The man ran his hand all over Judy's body, squeezing a bit here, slapping a bit there. Judy tried to look back at the man, but couldn't see much. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt with the hood up. She could see the corner of a small tattoo on the hand over her mouth though. He seemed shorter than she had expected. He was strong though. A few times, Judy strained against his hold only to be forced back.

The man grabbed Judy's ass and gave one cheek a shake.

"You know what's going to happen now?" asked the man. Judy said nothing. The man tightened his grip and raised his voice. "I said, do you know what's going to happen now?" Judy shook her head no. The man laughed. He moved his mouth right up to Judy's ear and said, "I'm going to put you down on the ground. Then I'm going to take out my fat cock, and I'm going to fuck you with it." Judy strained against the man's arms and screamed into his hand. She may have been screaming no, but she had never been more excited in her life. Just hearing the man talk to her like that was sending shivers through her body. She had to hand it to Alex. He was really making everything seem real. He must have done a lot of role playing before.

"You're not going to scream anymore," continued the man. "If you do, I'm going to hurt you. Is that understood?" Judy nodded her head. "Good. I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth now. If you even think about screaming, I'll knock the wind out of you and the hand will go back. I have no problem fucking you with my hand over your mouth."

The man slowly removed his hand and Judy gasped for air. She whimpered a little, muttering a few soft pleas. This wasn't her first time role playing either. The man ignored her pleas. He reached down and put his hand up Judy's dress. He fished around, trying to find her panties so he could pull them down. All he got was a handful of Judy's soft ass though.

"No bra and no panties," said the man. "Bitch, I think you're just asking for it." The man then reached down the front of Judy's dress and pulled out her left tit then the right. Her large jugs spilled out easily, exposed to the night air. Then the man forced Judy down onto the ground, laying her flat on her stomach. He kept her pinned down with his body. With fierce haste, he hiked up Judy's dress, exposing her bare ass. Judy heard him make a hungry "mmmm" sound as he stared down at her vulnerable butt. Judy felt him doing something with his hands and then felt something large land on her left ass cheek. Her eyes widened as she realized it was his cock. It was massive. She could tell he was already hard as his cock rubbed against her ass cheeks. 

Judy was thoroughly enjoying this, but the man had no patience. He lined up his giant prick with Judy's pussy and roughly forced it in. Judy was soaking wet by this point and her pussy stretched around the invading cock, swallowing it whole. But, the force of the man's initial thrust had been so violent and surprising to Judy. She yelped loudly, raising her head and instinctively trying to move away from the painful thrust. The man's hand caught the back of her head and forced her down into the ground again, smashing her entire upper body down. Her exposed tits and the side of her face were grinding into the grass and dirt beneath her. Judy had asked for rough and she was going to get it.

The man wasted no time before he started thrusting into Judy. Quick, violent strokes rocked Judy's pussy as the man selfishly took his pleasure.

"Oh God," cried Judy quietly. "Please. Please no."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. Just be lucky your dumb cunt is so wet tonight."

The man continued pounding into Judy. Her body shook with each thrust, rubbing against the ground. She could feel her ass shake as it took the brunt of the man's force. She loved the feeling. Judy was a successful business woman and a mother of two. But, tonight, she was just a dirty hole for some stranger to fuck.

"Oh, fuck yeah," said the man. "Fuck yeah. Take my dick you stupid bitch." The man wasn't pacing himself at all, looking to get off quickly rather than take his time. "Jesus, you're so fucking wet," he said, legitimately surprised. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you really did want this." Then he quickly stopped and slid his cock out of Judy's pussy. His veins bulged, echoing his primal desire.

"Let's see what else you want," said the man in an evil tone. He spit into his hand and Judy felt him wipe it into the crack of her ass, spreading it around her asshole. Judy felt a sudden sense of panic as she realized what the man intended. She waited to see if she was right though. No need to spoil the moment if she was wrong.

It wasn't as though Judy was a complete stranger to anal sex. When her marriage had begun to sour, she had let her husband fuck her ass many times thinking it would spice things up. But, that had been over five years ago, and the man holding her down had a much larger cock than her ex. The man lined his cock up with Judy's asshole.

"No. No no no no," said Judy. "No. Not in my ass. Don't!" She had gotten a little too loud in her protests and the man's hand quickly clasped around her mouth, muffling her pleas.

"You'll shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you," said the man, and he thrust into Judy's ass. Judy's eyes shot wide open as a few inches suddenly burst their way through her puckered asshole. The sudden pain from the unanticipated cock shot through her body and she struggled beneath the man truly trying to get away. She tried to scream "Ginger! Ginger!" into the man's hand, but it was muffled and inaudible.

The man continued to slide inside of her ass, and Judy felt as though her insides were shifting to accommodate the huge prick. Luckily, the man's cock was very slick from Judy's gushing snatch. Without that and the saliva lubing her ass, it would have been much worse. Even so, it was still fairly painful, yet Judy felt a strange pleasure in being used like this. She stopped trying to yell ginger and concentrated on relaxing her asshole. Her eyes welled up a bit, but she didn't cry.

The man was only halfway inside. He started thrusting in and out quickly with no regard for Judy's comfort. He hadn't been fucking her ass for very long before he stopped abruptly. Judy felt his body tense and he reached down to grip his cock in his hand.

"Oh shit," he said. "I'm gonna cum." The man pulled out of Judy's ass and quickly stuffed himself back into her pussy, immediately pounding away at her slick hole after he had just been halfway up her ass. Holy shit, thought Judy, is he really planning on cumming in my pussy? She screamed into the man's hand and tried to wriggle away. But, the man was too strong, and the feeling of her pussy getting slammed hard was just too much pleasure for Judy to deny. She felt her body begin to tense up. She was going to cum soon. She was going to cum while a stranger raped her!




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The man grunted on top of her. He had already started cumming. He changed to long, forceful thrusts, slow out and hard back in, going balls deep every time, slamming into Judy as hard as he could muster. His balls slapped against her clit with each hard thrust. Judy's big ass jiggled violently as he slammed into her over and over. His cock erupted inside of her, filling her with his hot cum. The feeling was too much for Judy. Her head began to swim and she began to cum herself. Her leg's shook uncontrollably and she moaned wantonly into the stranger's hand. From his view, it couldn't have looked any different than her trying to wriggle free, and her moans were indiscernible from pleas when muffled by his hand. She wanted badly to push back and meet his thrusts, but she didn't want to break character. 

The man stopped thrusting and lay still on top of Judy. She continued cumming, moaning and shaking for several more seconds. Then she too became motionless. All was quiet again as the man caught his breath. Judy could feel his erection begin to diminish inside of her. Her own body was weak, completely drained of energy. Finally, he pulled out. Judy's pussy leaked out a good amount of the man's cum. There was still plenty left inside of her. The man stood up, leaving Judy lying on the ground motionless, all of her parts still exposed, her legs still spread. He pulled up his jeans and Judy heard his fly zip up. 

He leaned back down close to her and said, "For what it's worth, you were a pretty good fuck." And, just like that, he ran off into the darkness.

Judy continued to lie on the ground for another minute or so, not even bothering to cover herself. Her heart was racing from the experience. It had felt dangerous and wrong, yet the incredibly satisfied feeling in her vagina was... well, incredible. She felt alive and detached at the same time. Finally, after a few minutes of remaining motionless, she stood up. She pulled her dress back down to cover herself and tucked her large tits back in. Her new dress was dirty, but it made her feel sexier now than when she had bought it. She pulled a few leaves out of her hair and brushed some grass off of her stomach. She could feel some of the man's cum leaking out of her pussy and streaming down the inside of her thigh. That, she decided not to clean up.

Judy walked out of the park the way she had come in and hailed a taxi. It was a long ride home and she reflected on how forceful Alex had been with her. She was getting turned on again just thinking about it. She decided she would use her vibrator when she got back home. Maybe she would even slip a finger up her ass.

Judy walked in her front door to an empty house. The kids weren't home, so she didn't have to worry about anything. Just inside the door, she slipped out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She grabbed her laptop and vibrator from her room and brought them out to the living room. She loved when she could do things like this out in the open.

She brought up an internet browser to search for some porn. She needed something hardcore tonight. But, she saw that she had a few emails waiting for her in her inbox. She opened up her email account and saw that Alex had sent her a message. Judy bit her lip in excitement. Did he want some more? Maybe she didn't need the vibrator after all. Judy's eyebrows furrowed when she saw the time it had been sent to her -- 9:00. That was right around the time she had left for the club. What could he have sent her then?

She opened up the message. It was short... and horrifying. Alex had sent her a message telling her that something had come up and he wasn't going to be able to make it tonight. Judy was confused. What was he talking about? He had been in the park. He had made it. He had fucked her. Hadn't he? Judy thought back to the man who had raped her earlier. She never did get a good look at his face. Also, he had been shorter than she had anticipated.

Judy was filled with dread. Had the man not been Alex? Judy suddenly remembered that the man had a small tattoo on his left hand. She quickly pulled up the pictures that Alex had sent her and looked at his hands. He had taken those pictures just for her, so she knew they were recent. There was no tattoo on any of them.

Judy slunk back into the couch. She had just been raped by a stranger. She had just been truly raped. The man hadn't been role playing. It had all been real. Judy had wanted a rape and she had gotten one. She felt a little sick in her stomach and stared down at the dried cum running down her leg. Nothing in the world could have prepared Judy for this particular situation. How does someone react to being raped when they had enjoyed it so much at the time?

****

The next couple of weeks went by fairly normally. Judy went to work, came home, fixed dinner for her shitty kids, watched TV, masturbated, and went to bed. Then she would wake up and do it all over again. She was back in her unending, suburban cycle. That is, until her ex had the kids for a weekend.

It was a Saturday night and Judy had a new hobby to try out. She slipped on her skimpy black dress, called a cab, and took a ride downtown. The cab dropped her off just outside the park. Judy straightened her dress a little and walked along the dark path into the park. As her high heels clicked against the pavement, she thought, 

'Alright, boys. Come and get me.'



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When she crossed over I-80, Nancy snuggled her lean frame into the soft leather that was wrapped around the driver's seat and kicked off her heels. The countryside and farms blurred beside her and she day-dreamed as the car continued its course, almost on autopilot, down I-57 towards Champaign, Illinois.

She enjoyed these drives. They represented the only time during the week when she could shut down, block out the irritations of her life. No clients calling. No secretary disrupting her. No kids asking her for spring break money. These hours were hers and hers alone.

As she passed through Kankakee, Nancy considered her life. A single woman -- well, divorced, actually, but it soothed her ego to think of herself as single -- with two sons, one a junior in high school, the other a senior and just about to graduate.

Her husband had left her two years ago, but the divorce proceedings took about a year to conclude. He had filed for the divorce, the papers saying something about "irreconcilable differences." The truth was their differences weren't irreconcilable. Tom just wasn't willing to work at the marriage. He had given up. Or so she had thought at the time.

But then a month or so after the divorce was finalized, she learned of his real motivation: he had a little bimbo on the side. In the year since the divorce, Nancy had yet to meet or even see the woman. Not that she wanted to. She would surely have torn her throat out, given the opportunity.

At the thought of Tom and Bimbo sharing a condo together in the Gold Coast, Nancy's thumb absently rubbed the place where her wedding band used to rest

For all the pain the divorce had caused, for how it had upset the balance of her family, Nancy had weathered the storm fairly well. In his rush to get the divorce completed, Tom had given up any fight for the home in Winnetka and agreed to pay her $8,000 per month in alimony and child support. He also agreed to liquidate certain investments and to distribute a significant amount of the proceeds to her.

The divorce had also motivated her to improve her physical appearance. She was young and didn't want to spend the rest of her life alone. She'd spend an hour-and-a-half at the club around the corner from her office three days a week; two hours on Saturdays. She had her breasts, which had sagged somewhat after breast-feeding two children, lifted. Her dirty blonde hair was always done and she visited the manicurist once a week.

She also changed her wardrobe. Gone were the mid-calf-length work skirts and high-collared blouses. Now, all her work attire stopped just above the knee and was open at the neck, revealing the full swell of her marvelous breasts. Sundays around town were spent in tank tops and tight jeans instead of sweat pants and loose tee-shirts. She had filled a trash can full of flats, replacing them with three- and four-inch heels that, in the summer months, revealed her gleaming, cherry red toenails.

"What an asshole," she murmured to herself, recalling her ex-husband's statement to her a few months after the divorce was final.

'You know, Nancy, if you had dressed like this and taken care of yourself during our marriage, we might still be together.'

She shook her head at the memory, but then a sly smile parted her full, red lips, creating slight creases in the lightly made-up flesh surrounding her sensuous mouth. A few months after Tom's ill-advised comment, she sent him an e-mail.

'Thanks for sending me the check from the sale of the IBM stock. I bought a new BMW with it. I was sorry to see the mini-van go, though. I've had so many good times in the back of it in the last year or so. Ce la vie. I was a little embarrassed when Matt -- you remember Sean's friend? -- and I dropped the mini-van off, though. The guy who inspected it before giving me the check must have noticed Matt's cum stains on the floor because he gave me a knowing look. If I was thinking on my feet, I would have fucked him, too. Oh, well. Lesson learned. Thanks again.'

It wasn't true, of course. The part about buying a new car with the stock proceeds was true, but Nancy hadn't slept with her son's friend. But the thought of doing so began fueling her fantasies.

On the weekends, after Sean and Jay had left for the evenings with their friends, she'd slink up to her bedroom, undress, and crawl between the sheets. Soon, an engorged nipple would be trapped between two manicured nails while the fingers of her free hand danced across her inflamed clit, her eyes screwed tightly shut. The backs of her eyelids were movie screens and on them young men with pulsing cocks and sperm-laden balls were fucking older women and dropping their cum all over them. Well, one older woman in particular: Nancy was always the star in these movies.

Out of embarrassment, she refused to divulge her wicked desires to her therapist. She knew the diagnosis anyway. At the age of forty-four, newly divorced and facing the prospect of decades alone, she was reaching back for a snippet of youth. She wanted to feel young and fresh and desired.

Despite recognizing the source of her cravings, they persisted. They became more lurid. More explicit. And she began putting herself in situations where they might actually come to fruition.

When her sons' friends would hang around the house on the weekends, swimming in the pool, she would do yard work in her bathing suit and a pair of shorts. Nothing so daring as a skimpy bikini, mind you. Just a one-piece, but provocative enough that her breasts might bulge from the top or sides if she moved just right. Afterward, she would retreat to the sanctuary of her bedroom, lock the door, and stuff two or three fingers in her sopping, downy-covered vagina until her body shook and trembled with release.

Occasionally, Nancy would join friends for dinner or drinks downtown at places like Gibson's or Tavern-on-Rush. She always dressed well for the occasions, donning sexy but conservative clothing. She'd stand at the bar ordering a drink and close her eyes in lust as she felt the young-bodied men rubbing against her on their way to the bathroom or to their tables. Beneath her bra, her nipples would thicken and she'd rub her thighs together before returning to her staid friends.

But for several months, her fantasies remained just that. She could never imagine being so brazen as to seduce her sons' friends. She wasn't a slut and could not contemplate waving goodbye to her friends as she sauntered from some pick-up joint on the arm of one of the young studs that occupied her fantasies. And she never worked up the courage to jump in her car on a random Saturday night and go to Jilly's by herself, in search of a twenty-something to satisfy her lustful yearning.

In time, Nancy's fantasies began to consume her personal time. While at work, she was focused. But on the drive home? Forget it. She'd daydream about getting bent over her desk by the young kid who delivered the mail. At night, while watching television, a groan would escape from deep in her slender throat when she imagined her lithe body being ravaged by one of the fresh-from-the-academy crime scene investigators. Her fingers became her best friends as her mind created ever more audacious scenarios to quench her thirst for young men.

Then, about six months ago, she was packing for an overnight trip. As an auditor for a national accounting firm, she traveled often. Her business kept her mostly in the Midwest, in towns like Champaign, Illinois; Madison, Wisconsin; Indianapolis, Indiana; Columbus, Ohio. Most of these places were college towns.

And then a thought occurred to her: colleges had bars and they had fraternities.

Then another: put a fraternity boy in a bar and . . .

Nancy abruptly stopped packing. She paced around her bedroom, gently chewing her lower lip. She went into her closet and surveyed her wardrobe. She put a short skirt and a tight blouse in her suitcase, and grabbed a pair of open-toed heels. She paced more and stopped before the sliding glass door that led to a terrace overlooking the manicured back yard. She was lost in thought, staring at her darkened image in the window.

Then she hurriedly turned and removed the inappropriate clothes from her suitcase and threw them back in her closet, chastising herself.

But then she retrieved them.

Put them back.

This cycle repeated itself several times before, exhausted, she curled up beneath the sheets and slipped into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, refreshed, she tossed her suitcase in the trunk of her car, jumped on the expressway and made the four hour trek to Ann Arbor, Michigan. In the dark recesses of the trunk, the short skirt, revealing blouse and vixen heels were tucked away in the suit case.

That night, after Nancy had spent a few hours on the beginning of an audit, the bed in her hotel room remained empty. In the wee hours of the morning, she dozed off to sleep in Room 8 of the Sig Ep fraternity house. And so began Nancy's fervent efforts at satisfying her predilection for college boys.

As it continued over the following months, she was sure to keep her ex-husband apprised. He had heartlessly thrown Bimbo in her face, exposing her boys to the little tramp every other weekend. She therefore made it a point to let him that she, too, was capable of robbing the cradle, as it were. Every few weeks she'd send him an e-mail, taunting the philandering bastard:

'I asked Jay to stay with you and Bimbo Friday night. I hope you don't mind, but I have to be in Columbus at the end of the week for an audit and may not get back until Saturday afternoon. If you need to reach me for anything, call my cell. If I don't answer, start calling the fraternities. I'll likely be at one or another.'

As she guided her car toward Exit 240, Nancy rubbed her thighs together, her vagina beginning to moisten. She wasn't expected at her client's offices until 10:00 the next morning. Glancing at her watch, she calculated that she had almost eighteen hours within which to find a college boy, fuck him silly, and get some sleep.

An hour later, her conservative knee-length skirt, white silk blouse and suit coat hung on hangers in the hotel room's closet. Her work heels sat neatly beneath them on the floor. Nancy strode through the lobby of the Hilton in their replacements: a pair of three-and-a-half inch Blahnik studded sandals. Figure-hugging, black rayon pants hid her bright red, silk thong. A soft, fuzzy cashmere sweater -- matching her thong in color, incidentally -- accentuated all-natural breasts encased in the 36D bra.

On her way past the front desk, her heels click-clacking against the floor with each purposeful stride, she vigorously shook her head to give her brilliant locks a little volume. She gave the clerk a playful wave, her cherry red nails gleaming in the soft light of the lobby, before pushing through the revolving door.

Finding her car, she wheeled it through town toward one of the college bars she had discovered during her last few visits to Champaign. "Located conveniently in the heart of the University of Illinois' fraternity houses," she intoned, a broad smile lighting up her beautiful face. She chuckled to herself at the e-mail she had sent to Tom the night before from her home computer.

'Please call Jay tonight and check in on him. I'll be in Champaign for two nights doing an audit. I'm staying at the Hilton if you need to reach me, but I probably won't be there too much. I'll probably go over to one of the college bars for a few drinks. If you're ever in Champaign, you should check these places out. Lots of college kids (right up your alley, huh? Though I doubt Bimbo ever went to college). Anyway, my favorite is right in the middle of a bunch of the old fraternities. I know how much you love old architecture; I'll let you know if the ceilings have retained any of the old styles.'

Nancy chuckled again as she parallel-parked her car a few doors down from the bar. After locking the doors, she pushed through the front door and strutted down the length of the bar, her heels slapping down on the dull hardwood floors, the lacquer having long since been dissolved by spilled beer and the ashes from thousands of cigarettes.

She took a seat on one of the barstools and leaned her elbows on the bar, careful to ensure that her large breasts rested atop the rail. When the bartender approached, she ordered a beer. Not her usual drink, but when in Rome . . .

'Mmm. I love Rome,' she thought to herself, her soulful eyes locked on the tight rear-end of the twenty-something bartender as he bent to retrieve a cold bottle of Budweiser from the cooler.

When the young man placed the bottle before her, she gave him a coy smile and slid a five dollar bill his way, telling him to keep the change. Taking a sip, savoring the cool liquid as it coursed down her throat, Nancy glanced around the bar. It was still early, only 6:00, and it was only Wednesday, so it wasn't too crowded yet.

A tall kid who looked like a basketball player was playing pool. After his shot, he stood upright and Nancy caught the fraternity letters adorning the chest of his sweatshirt. ATO. Imperceptibly, she shook her head. 'Nope. Been there already,' she thought.

A muscular black kid with a shaved head and a butchered tattoo poking out from beneath his oversized tank top stood before the jukebox, feeding it dollar bills. She again shook her head. 'Already saw the black fraternity houses,' she mused, her mind racing back, albeit momentarily, to the last quarterly audit for this same client.

She had completed the work on Friday afternoon but didn't return to Winnetka until late Sunday. She had a hard time explaining that one to Sean and Jay. Tom knew the reason, of course, and he had chastised her for the disappearing act when he dropped the boys off that evening. 'Where do you get off not calling all weekend?' he had whispered hotly.

With Sean and Jay upstairs, Nancy leaned into her ex-husband, placing her soft lips against his earlobe. 'Getting off is exactly what I was doing, you fucking prick. Two nights. Two black fraternities. My jaw's too sore to talk to you anymore, so get the fuck out of my house.' That had shut him up in a hurry.

Nancy continued her survey of the bar. A group of four kids were at the dart board. Every time a dart missed its intended mark, the shooter had to do a shot. One of the kids, his hat turned backward, turned away from the dartboard and downed what looked like tequila. "Theta Chi" was emblazoned across his chest. Nancy rolled her eyes. 'Brad? Brett? Something like that. Small cock, if I remember correctly.'

She twirled the barstool around to face the front of the bar, where tables were neatly arranged along the wall. At one of the tables sat a fresh-faced kid, facing her way, and two others with their backs to her. The one facing her had his sandy hair cut short. He wore no letters.

The three boys finished their mugs of beer at the same time and Fresh-Face rose, grabbing all three mugs by the handles. The barstools near his table were taken so he walked down a few stools, toward Nancy, before bellying up. He held the mugs up for the bartender to see.

While the mugs were being filled, Fresh-Face strummed his fingers on the worn bar. He glanced Nancy's way, smiled nervously and looked away, but not before her shiny lips parted into a smile of her own.

"Why don't you let me get those for you?" she offered.

Fresh-Face turned back to the stunning woman, his face blank while he tried to think of an appropriate response.

"Uh, thanks, but that's . . . that's all right."

"Come on," she insisted, reaching into her purse for a twenty dollar bill. "I have yet to meet a college kid that can't use a free drink."

Fresh-Face looked at the bill clasped between her manicured fingers, then back at his friends, who were watching him. One of them gave him a not-so-discreet thumbs-up, and Fresh-Face laughed, turning back to Nancy.

"Fine. Thanks. I really appreciate it. I mean, we. We really appreciate it."

When the bartender returned with the mugs, Nancy slid the twenty across the bar. "These are on me," she announced as the twenty disappeared.

Fresh-Face turned away from the bar, three full mugs of beer clutched in his fists. He took a step and stopped, turning back to Nancy.

"Uh, wanna join us? It's the least we can do after you bought us a round."

She pretended to consider the offer, her head rocking from side to side as though she were weighing the pros and cons of it. Truth be told, she hadn't really considered rejecting the invitation.

"Sure. Why not? Just for a drink or two, though," she accepted, sliding her firm bottom off the barstool. "I wouldn't want to cramp your style."

She followed Fresh-Face back to his table and took a seat next to him.

"Guys, this is . . ." he began, realizing he hadn't asked the lovely woman for her name.

"Nancy," she informed them, reaching out to shake the hand of the kid seated on the left, opposite her. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm . . ." he began before Nancy cut him off.

"Don't even bother," she said to Kid-on-the-Left with a playful smile and a wave of her hand. "I'm terrible with names. You can tell me, but I'll never remember."

The three kids shrugged as a group and put their drinks to their mouths, swallowing a few gulps of beer.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Nancy and her prey made small talk about their majors and college life in general. When the four Theta Chis that had been playing darts at the back of the bar passed the table on the way out, Nancy leaned close to the table, her large breasts squishing against the top and bulging against the tight-fitting cashmere top. Kid-on-the-Right's eyes bulged, too.

"So, guys, I noticed that the group that just left had fraternity letters on their hats and shirts. In fact, a lot of the guys in here have fraternity letters on their clothes. Are you guys part of a fraternity?"

"Not yet," Kid-on-the-Right answered.

"What do you mean, not yet? Don't people generally join the fraternity as freshmen?"

"Yeah," Fresh-Face said, his voice low. "Most people pledge as freshmen. We're freshmen."

Nancy sat back and raised a finely trimmed eyebrow, considering this before leaning forward again. "If you're only freshmen, how'd you get in here?"

Kid-on-the-Right laughed and leaned in close. His handsome but youthful face was only a foot or so from Nancy's. "Fake IDs," he mouthed.

A smile crept across her face and she sat back again. She crossed her right leg over her left, the spike of her heel digging lightly into Fresh-Face's denim-clad thigh.

"Really?" she said, drawing the word out. If Nancy had been a cartoon character, a light bulb would have appeared in a bubble above her head. She brought the bottle of Budweiser to her shiny lips and pursed them, drawing the head of the bottle into her mouth and allowing the amber liquid to flood her throat before swallowing.

Placing the bottle back on the table, Nancy scooted her chair closer to the table, her long, manicured fingers using Fresh-Face's muscular thigh as leverage. She put her right elbow on the table, retrieving the bottle, and leaned in close to continue their conspiratorial conversation. Her left hand never left Fresh-Face's muscled leg.

"So tell me," she whispered. "I have two sons about your age. One's a senior in high school, the other a junior. I don't even know if they have fake IDs. Where would they even get them?" As she asked the question, Nancy's elegant fingers tightly squeezed Fresh-Face's thigh, her nails digging into his young flesh.

He squirmed a little in his seat before responding. "Well, I got mine from my older brother. We kinda look alike."

"Hmm," Nancy acknowledged, tipping the bottle between her full lips.

"Mine's just a piece of crap," said Kid-on-the-Left. "Got it from some guy off-campus that makes fake IDs. Sometimes works, sometimes doesn't.




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While he spoke, Nancy smoothed the palm of her hand down Fresh-Face's leg to his knee cap and then back up. She didn't stop where her hand initially rested, but instead continued up his thigh, closer to his crotch. "How about you?" she asked Kid-on-the-Right, dragging her nails down Fresh-Face's thigh again, feeling him shudder beneath her touch.

"Mine's pretty good, actually. My cousin turned twenty-one last summer. He gave me his birth certificate and an old driver's license and I went to the DMV."

Nancy feigned a look that said she was impressed. She wasn't. She didn't really care where these kids got their fake IDs. She just wanted to keep them talking so that she could play with Fresh-Face beneath the table.

"Wanna see?" Kid-on-the-Right asked.

Continuing the farce, Nancy nodded her head vigorously. Sliding her hand up Fresh-Face's thigh and cupping her palm over the bulge in his pants, she scooted her bottom toward the edge of the chair. Through the din of the bar, she heard him groan at her touch.

Kid-on-the-Right pulled his wallet from the pocket of his cargo pants and extracted his driver's license. Nancy took it between her fingers and pretended to inspect it closely, her eyes shifting from the picture to Kid-on-the-Right. Her slender fingers continued to massage Fresh-Face's thickening cock through his pants.

The fake driver's license still in her hand, she turned to look at Fresh-Face. "Amazing, huh?" she asked.

His shaft hot against his thigh, he merely looked at her, not sure if the woman was referring to the fake ID or her palm grinding into his groin. "Uh, yeah," he finally managed, nodding his head slowly.

The smile on Nancy's face became brighter, her eyes sparkling. She turned back toward the table and gave the fake ID back to Kid-on-the-Right.

"So you have kids our age, huh?" Kid-on-the-Left asked.

"I sure do, young man. Well, not quite your age, but close enough." Nancy allowed her palm to glide off Fresh-Face's crotch and back to his thigh. She didn't want the kid cumming in his pants. "Now tell me: do you all live in the fraternity house as pledges?"

"No," Kid-on-the-Right responded. "Pledges can't live in the house. He and I are roommates in one of the dorms," he finished, the back of his hand whacking Kid-on-the-Left on the shoulder.

"And where do you live?" Nancy asked Fresh-Face, her eyes playful and dancing.

"In the dorms, too. A different dorm than them."

Nancy nodded once, slowly. A smile broke across her pretty face and she let out a short laugh. "That is delicious. Just ab-so-lutely de-licious," she said slowly, the joy evident in her voice.

The three kids all wore confused masks as Nancy brought the bottle to her lips again. As she turned it upside down, draining the remainder of the contents down her slender throat, her eyes floated to Fresh-Face who was staring wide-eyed at the spectacle of this older woman almost shoving a beer bottle down her throat.

"Uh, delicious?" Kid-on-the-Left questioned. "Why's that delicious? What's so delicious about it?"

Nancy put the bottle back on the table and considered the question, her glittering eyes wet with amusement. She leaned into Fresh-Face, her full breasts squishing against his lean arm. Her left hand slipped from his thigh but was quickly replaced with her right hand, which promptly traversed the young musculature to grind against his crotch. She brought her soft, shiny lips to his ear and whispered to him lightly. When she was done, his eyes bulged and then he nodded his head eagerly.

Nancy stood atop her heels.

"What?" Kid-on-the-Right asked, still confused. "I still don't get it. What's delicious?"

Nancy tossled Fresh-Face's hair with her slender fingers and bent over the table toward Kid-on-the-Left and Kid-on-the-Right. Her large breasts swayed from her trim torso, visible down the loose neck of her sweater.

"What's so delicious?" she asked rhetorically, her voice dripping with lust. "What's so delicious is I've never fucked an eighteen-year-old pledge in his dorm room and that's about to change. That's what's so delicious."

Nancy righted herself and retrieved her purse from the table. She bent at the knees and grabbed Fresh-Face's hand, pulling him, stupefied, from his seat.

"Come on, Fresh-Face," she commanded. "Time to show me some dorm room architecture." She playfully tugged at his motionless body until he followed her out the front door of the bar, struggling to keep up with the older woman.

Nancy pulled the awestruck kid behind her as she strutted down the sidewalk to her car. She beeped the doors open and quickly circled to the driver's side as Fresh-Face, his legs numb and quaking, fell into the passenger seat.

"Where to, Fresh-Face?" she questioned, a glint in her eye as she turned the ignition key.

"Uh, up here, and take a right, then go a few blocks. I'll point you the way."

Nancy pulled the car away from the curb and accelerated hard to the next intersection. As the light turned yellow, she pushed the car through a right-hand turn and again accelerated, her mind singularly focused on reaching her destination: a college dorm room. She barely noticed the stoplight before her change to yellow then red, and screeched the car to a halt, its nose protruding into the intersection.

"Um, why do you call me fresh-face?" he asked as they waited for the light to turn green.

Nancy momentarily stopped strumming her manicured fingers on the steering wheel and turned to face him. She gently placed her cool palm against his warm cheek and pulled him closer to her.

"Because you have such a fresh, innocent look about you, silly."

"Uh, well, I guess," he stammered as the light turned green.

Nancy floored the accelerator pedal, pushing both her and Fresh-Face tightly against their well-padded seat backs.

"And I can't wait to rub my wet cunt all over your lips," she muttered, her focus again narrowed to the road before her. Beside her, Fresh-Face remained silent, struck dumb by the older woman's blatant sexual references.

"Uh, it's up here on the left. There's usually spots right in front."

Nancy slowed the car and nosed into a large gap between parked cars, almost running the front tire up onto the curb in the process. She slammed the gear selector into neutral, pulled the keys from the ignition and was out of the car before Fresh-Face was even able to release his seat belt.

Not hearing footsteps following her, Nancy paused in the middle of the street and turned back toward the car. "C'mon," she waved, anxious.

Fresh-Face bounded around the front of the car and caught up with her as she stepped up onto the curb. The pair walked up the sidewalk toward the main entrance to the dorm building and, minding his manners, Fresh-Face sped up and opened the door for her. She smiled a thanks as she breezed by the young man and he led her across the lobby to the elevator bank and pressed the "up" button.

A moment later, the elevator dinged and Nancy and her college-boy treat stepped through the doors. Before they closed, another young man joined them in the elevator.

"Hey, Rob," Fresh-Face greeted him, somewhat sheepishly, as the elevator began to rise. "What's goin' on?"

"Not much. Just got back from the gym." He paused to look at the beautiful woman with his friend, and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Rob. I live down the hall from your son."

Nancy took the young man's hand in hers and held it, a lecherous smile spreading across her pretty face. "My son? He's not my son. That would be gross."

Rob's brows furrowed in confusion while Fresh-Face chuckled nervously. "Uh, gross?" Rob asked.

Before she could respond, the elevator chimed its arrival and Fresh-Face stepped toward the doors as they slid open. Nancy moved to follow, but paused momentarily before Rob.

"I wouldn't let my son fuck me," she whispered to him, tracing a manicured nail along the line of his jaw. "And that's what this kid is about to do."

Nancy then stepped from the elevator, leaving Rob's jaw hanging open, his neck craning to watch the sway of her tight bottom as she sashayed down the hall after Fresh-Face. She caught up with him as he slid the key into the door.

Nancy eased into the dark room behind him, shutting the door behind her. A harsh overhead light flicked on, revealing a small galley kitchen immediately to her right and a door to a bathroom to her left. She stood, her back against the door, in a small living room. A cheap, fold-out couch rested along the wall to her left, a big television with an x-Box 360 attached to it -- she recognized it as the same model she had recently bought for her sons -- stood atop a veneer stand against the right wall. Just beyond them were doors, one to the left one to the right, presumably leading to individual bedrooms.

"Hmm," she grunted, taking it all in. "A little nicer than when I went to college."

Remote control in hand, Fresh-Face clicked the stereo on. "Nice? This place is a dump."

Nancy pushed herself off the door and eased along the galley kitchen, running a manicured finger across the countertop. "Young man, you don't know the meaning of 'dump.'" She stopped and turned toward him, leaning against the counter. "When I was in college, I had a roommate and we shared a room the size of this living room. And a private bathroom?" She let out a short chuckle. "Right. We shared a bathroom with forty other girls on our floor."

Fresh-Face's lips curled in exaggerated revulsion and he was about to ask her how long ago she had been in college. He caught himself but Nancy seemed to have read his mind.

"Don't you worry about what decade that was," she intoned, a sly smile creasing her beautiful features. She moved back across the suite, pausing in front of the door. "So, where's your roommate?"

"Uh, I dunno know," he stammered, shifting awkwardly as he stood before the couch. "Prolly at his fraternity getting hazed. It's where he usually spends Thursday nights."

"Mmm," Nancy responded. She reached for the deadbolt and twisted it, the lock sliding home with a resounding "clack."

She turned back to Fresh-Face and threw a lecherous smile his way before continuing toward the bathroom. She leaned in to take a look and crinkled her nose at the mess. A box of condoms -- opened and slightly crushed -- had been left on the bathroom countertop. "Nice box of rubbers you got there. They yours?"

Fresh-Face reddened and he shuffled again, awkward in the presence of this aggressive woman. "Uh, yeah. Well . . . we share . . . my roommate and I . . . well, not like that . . . just . . . you know?"

Nancy smirked at him as she sauntered toward the middle of the living room. She paused when she was about five feet away from the young man. Facing him, her smoldering eyes bore into his.

His eyes darted away, then back again.

A coy grin created faint lines at the corners of her sensuous mouth. Slowly, Nancy bent and dropped to her knees. Her hot mouth was parched and her soft pink tongue absently swiped across her full, bright red lips.

The dorm room was silent.

"Unbuckle your shorts," she ordered the kid, almost in a whisper.

He jerked as though unsure of his next movement.

"Unbuckle your shorts." Nancy repeated herself, a little louder this time.

Fresh-Face fumbled clumsily at his belt, eventually managing to pull the tongue through the buckle. Without the support of the belt, the baggy cargo shorts slid to his ankles with barely a whisper. His boxers were tented by what appeared to be a substantial slab of college cock beneath them.

Nancy leaned back on her haunches and beckoned the young man closer with a crook of a finger. Speechless, overwhelmed, Fresh-Face shuffled forward with his shorts still pooled at his ankles. He stopped, his crotch about a foot from the older woman's face.

She tilted her head back, a warm smile lighting up her eyes. With one hand, index finger extended, she reached toward the front of his boxers. She gently ran the pad of her finger up the fabric that bulged over the length of his thickening shaft.

"Oh, gawd," she heard him mumble.

Her bright eyes dropped to the fabric-encased cock and the tip of her manicured finger dragged back down its burgeoning length. She felt him tremble at her touch before the bright red nail slid up the slit at the front of his boxers, easing the fabric aside.

His knees nearly buckled and his heavy balls lurched beneath him.

Nancy eased her hand into his underwear and her cool fingers tenderly wrapped around the overheated tube of flesh.

"Oh, fuck," Fresh-Face grunted, trembling still.

"Lovely," she muttered, almost to herself, when the bright red nail of her thumb failed to make contact with that of her index finger. With practiced ease, Nancy coaxed the veiny shaft from the confines of his boxers.

A fat, angry-purple head protruded from the hole, six inches from her widened eyes. A milky, viscous fluid seeped from his slit and threatened to drop to the carpet that covered the dorm room's floor.

"Closer," she muttered, tugging softly at the thick shaft.

Fresh-Face shuffled forward a few inches, the shiny cockhead poised at the entrance to Nancy's hot mouth.

She tugged a little harder and Fresh-Face shuffled again. The purple head brushed against her soft lips and a low, rumbling moan escaped his throat.

Nancy's lustrous eyes eased shut, almost overwhelmed was she with the humid scent of the young man's cock. As the head swept slowly across her full lips, it left a small trail of boy-cum on them. Her pink tongue darted out and captured the thick, heady sperm before retreating to the warm, now salivating confines of her mouth.

"Now that, young man," she began, her eyes drifting to his, "is REALLY delicious."

Her bright red nails tightly gripping the shaft, she guided it back across her crimson lips, then beneath her nose and she inhaled deeply.

Fresh-Face's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, before screwing tightly shut in an effort to ward off a pre-mature blast of cum.

Nancy chuckled inside, knowing she had the young man on the brink of an orgasm. And she hadn't even given him the privilege of her lipstick-smeared lips forming a seal at the base of his cock, or her strong, wet tongue slathering along the underside of his shaft.

She licked her lips, wetting them liberally, and then pursed them. She leaned slightly toward the young man until the super-hot flesh of his cockhead prodded at her mouth. She relaxed her lips a little to allow the spongy head entry. Above her, Fresh-Face trembled and grunted and groaned. Nancy felt him quake through his shaft as she slid her tightly-squeezed lips toward his pubic hair, pulling his foreskin taut.

"Uuuggghhh," she felt him groan, and a hand dropped to the top of her head.

Nancy pulled her mouth off the young man, a string of saliva connecting the head of his cock to her smeared lips. "You gonna cum?"

"Oh, gawd," he could only manage.

Nancy placed her fingers around his shaft, tugging gently, the soft pad of her thumb massaging the sensitive underside of Fresh-Face's cock. "If I let you cum in my mouth, will you be able to get it up again?" she inquired, her head tilted back and to the side, studying his reaction.

Fresh-Face bit his lip and, despite his wobbling knees and trembling body, managed to nod his head.

Nancy opened her lips wide and took the length of his cock in the back of her throat, stopping only when she felt the rubbery head bump up against her tonsils. She dropped her gripping hand to his balls, kneading the sperm-filled sacs in her slender fingers. She then closed her full lips around his girth. Her tongue washed over the pink, veiny flesh trapped in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.

Fresh-Face bucked once. "Uugghh." The sound that came from his voice was a mixed groan and squeal, and he bucked again.

With her free hand, Nancy reached behind the young man and dug her manicured nails into the flesh of his ass cheeks, pulling his groin into her face. His cockhead slammed against the back of her throat and the heat of it seemed to sear into her gullet. Her soft tongue -- slick with her own saliva and his leaking pre-cum -- slathered over his shaft and she swallowed, feeling the tip of his cock slide into her esophagus. Her eyes threatened to water as she swallowed again, her throat constricting around him.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned, his body spasming, fighting against his knees' desire to give way. "I'm . . . I'm gonna . . . cum!"

Fresh-Face lurched again and Nancy, her elegant fingers squeezing his fleshy sperm sac, felt a stream of scalding sperm splash against her tonsils and ooze down her esophagus. A second, more forceful blast almost caused her to pull back, but her tightly sucking lips and her nails clawing into his ass kept the young shaft firmly planted in the back of her throat as he emptied the remains of his cum into her stomach.

"Holy . . . shit," he muttered, his athletic body threatening to curl into a fetal position despite the fact he was still standing.

Nancy backed her pretty face away from the college kid's groin, mourning the loss of the fat shaft buried in her throat. When the cockhead cleared her mouth, a thick rope of boy-cum hung perilously between her lush lips and the still-erect shaft. She released his balls and wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his cock, pulling her fist up its length. Cum continued to ooze from the spongy head and she collected it, and the thick rope, in her palm. She bent her head at the neck and allowed her full lips and tongue to slurp the sperm into her mouth before swallowing.

She sat back on her haunches again and looked up at the young man, finding him sweating profusely now. "God," she laughed, fisting the slippery, hard tube again. "That's what I love about you college guys. Dump a gallon of cum in a girl yet you're ready to go at it again."

She licked the remnants of cum from her fingers and gingerly got to her feet.

"On your back, young man."

Fresh-Face moved toward the couch but Nancy stopped him.

"Uhn, uhn. Nice try," she clucked, grabbing his hand and preventing his retreat. "On the floor. On your back on the floor. And get that shirt off."

The kid did as instructed and was soon lying prone on the floor of his dorm room, his thick cock halfway to full hardness.

Nancy reached beneath her skirt, hooked a finger into the crotch of her thong and pulled it down, absently dropping it to the floor beside her. She moved toward Fresh-Face and stepped over him, her heels straddling his head.

Her eyes cast downward, her full lips parting into a wicked smile at the lust that clouded his eyes, Nancy slowly bent at the knees, her thongless vagina slowly coming into view as her skirt slid up her taut thighs. Her now sopping vagina a mere foot above his clean-shaven face, she paused.

"Let me see it," she whispered, her strong thighs quivering in anticipation.

"See . . . what?" he grunted, his eyes wide at the image greeting him from above. A few drops of vaginal fluid leaked from Nancy's waxed lips, a thin strip of blonde pubic hair beginning at the apex of her clitoris and disappearing up into her skirt. He shuddered at the sheer beauty of it.

"Your tongue. Let me see it."

The college boy let his wet, pink tongue slip from his mouth, running it anxiously over his parched lips.

"Make it stiff," she ordered, and he stuck it straight into the air, like a mini-cock.

Satisfied, Nancy allowed her thigh muscles to relax a little and slowly lowered her dripping vagina inexorably closer to the protruding tongue. She stiffened when the tip of it brushed against her clit, but lowered herself imperceptibly.

"Slowly wiggle it."

Fresh-Face moved his tongue from side to side, causing it to swipe at her engorged nub, and Nancy gasped at the sensation. Blood rushed to her nipples, thickening them inside her bra.




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"Up . . . and . . . down . . . too," she huffed.

Beneath her, his fat cock throbbing now, Fresh-Face slithered his tongue from left to right and up and down, then in circles, toying with the older woman's tender clitoris.

"There you go," she whispered. A chill ran up her spine as fluid leaked from between her labia and dripped down her perineum.

"Make it stiff again," she commanded her boy-toy.

She immediately felt the strong tongue cease its fabulous manipulation of her aching clit. Her thighs quivered at the exertion of holding herself over the prone college boy and she placed one of her hands on her knee, trying to steady herself. Her angelic face glowed with perspiration and she dipped her chin, looking down her lustrous body to ensure that Fresh-Face's tongue was still, stiff and upright.

She shifted her weight forward a little and then lowered herself again toward the kid's upturned face. His tongue, stiff as instructed, eased her swollen labia aside. She lowered herself a little further and his tongue slipped between the outer folds of her cunt. She shuddered at the intrusion and felt her feminine juices release.

"Yesssss," she hissed, just above a whisper, satisfied in the knowledge that her pussy juices had just flooded Fresh-Face's hungry mouth. "Wiggle . . . it . . . again."

Like all good college boys should, he obeyed her command without hesitation, his hips involuntarily arching up off the floor, his lust-addled brain wishing it was his cock rather than his tongue penetrating the beautiful woman. His slick, pink tongue swirled around her inner walls, gently loosening the flesh of her labia. Nancy's thighs ached and trembled and shook and finally could not hold her weight any longer. Her knees gave way and she dropped the few inches to his face.

"Oh, fuck," she mewled as the kid's strong tongue skewered deep into her inviting vagina. Her nipples throbbed and ached within the confines of the constricting bra. She reached between her legs and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face tighter against her leaking pussy, grinding his lips against her, his nose against her inflamed clit.

Her force took him by surprise. Fresh-Face had been reveling in the sweet nectar that oozed into his mouth as his tongue probed the velvet interior of the older woman's vagina. Then, with no warning, her pubic bone crashed into his nose, bringing tears to his eyes.

Nancy fell forward to her hands and knees but jammed her overheated vagina back on the kid's face. Her large breasts hung from her torso as his tongue resumed its gentle investigation of her almost hairless pussy, easing her labia apart to sip again at the flavorful liquids pouring from between them. Her body heaved when the kid's tongue swept across her fiery clit so softly that it almost tickled.

She pushed herself off her hands, again squishing her smooth pussy against Fresh-Face's sucking lips and agile tongue. She urgently pushed the sweater up and over her jutting breasts, tearing at the front clasp of her bra. When it popped free, she filled her palms with her magnificent breasts, trapping her neglected nipples between her knuckles, pulsing them gently.

His arms, trapped now beneath her legs, bent at the elbows, the strong but relatively inexperienced hands coming to rest underneath her skirt, squeezing the firm cheeks of her ass, pulling her hairless labia harder into his slobbering mouth.

"Soooo sweeeet," she muttered, her entire crotch now damp in her own juices. She released her swollen breasts but her thumbs and forefingers closed around her turgid nipples, pinching them lightly at first, then a little harder.

"Faster," she panted, her hips jerking against the young man's face. "Faster . . . lick me . . . faster . . . harder!"

She increased the pressure on her nipples, pausing occasionally to tug them away from her, distorting the ample breast flesh.

Fresh-Face's tongue picked up speed, thrashing over her clit again and again and again. Fluid poured from between her pussy lips, saturating his cheeks and his chin and his lips.

Nancy's hips bucked faster, more urgently, her clit slamming into the kid's nose, almost making him cry out. Her slender, manicured fingers tugged at her nipples, more fiercely, then twisted them savagely. Her clit tingled and her nipples throbbed and her knees went to jelly.

"Oh my god!" she cried out, her body convulsing atop the young man. "Ohmigod . . . ohmigod!"

She felt herself fall forward and her lithe arms stretched out before her, breaking her fall. She trembled and shook and quivered in orgasm, loving the feel of her substantial breasts swinging pendulously from her trim torso as Fresh-Face's tongue continued its assault against her clit. She jerked against his face, once, twice, a third time, as the orgasm washed over her athletic body, liquefied her muscles.

Still straddling the young man's face, her dripping vagina still fastened to his lips, Nancy's upper body collapsed to the floor. She took deep breaths, trying desperately to fill her lungs with oxygen. After a few moments, her heart rate began to return to normal despite Fresh-Face's tongue making lazy circles around her sore clit.

She rolled off him and got to her feet, somewhat unsteady in the three-and-a-half-inch heels, her skirt falling again over her taut thighs. Her bright eyes locked onto the young man's thick cock, looking like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but then he moved to get to his feet, as well.

She tapped him softly on the head. "Un-uh, again, silly boy. No one told you to get up, did they?"

Fresh-Face collapsed back on the floor, his thick, veiny cock swaying back and forth. Nancy watched it intently until it steadied, then her lustful eyes drifted up to his.

"You done?" she teased. "Want me to leave now?"

His eyes went wide and he vigorously shook his head.

"No? I didn't think so," she said, moving slowly around his prone figure. She stopped when she reached the opposite side of him and swung a lithe leg over his trim frame, straddling him, her heels poised at his hips.

Nancy lifted her skirt again, revealing her swollen labia. The insides of her thighs glistened. A manicured finger rested at the top of her clit, pointing downward.

"You want this?"

Fresh-Face, his eager eyes hooded in lust, just nodded his head.

"I can't hear you," she coaxed him along, in a sing-song voice.

He swallowed hard and croaked, "Yeah."

"Yes what?" she teased him, again allowing her knees to buckle, lowering her sodden vagina closer to the kid's towering cock.

"Yes," he began, his eyes locked on the beautiful pussy as it neared the tip of his cock. "Yes, I want that."

Nancy's manicured finger tripped over her tender clit a few times and she shuddered. "What . . . do you . . . want to do . . . with it?" she panted.

Fresh-Face groaned in frustration, but his left hand found his cock, stroked it once. "Put this . . . in . . . it."

She lowered herself further, stopping only as she felt the superheated cockhead graze against her still dripping labia. "'Put this in it'?" she laughed. "Come on, Fresh-Face. You can do better than that. Tell me. Don't hold back. Tell me what you want."

"I . . . I wanna . . . have sex . . . with you," he panted.

Nancy wiggled her hips a little, forcing the young man's cockhead between the folds of her vagina. She smiled sweetly as his eyes rolled into his head.

"Have sex?" she asked. "That's what you wanna do? Have sex?"

"Mm-hm," he muttered, his eyes screwed tightly shut now. Her vaginal fluids ran down the length of his veiny shaft, collecting in his soft pubic hair.

"Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" Nancy inquired, sweetness dripping from her glossy lips.

Fresh-Face could only whimper and nod his head.

Nancy enjoyed this. The power. The hold she had over the young man. That's why she liked him. Why she liked all young men. She could control them. Make them beg and whimper and moan.

"Then say it," she whispered, softly touching his cheek with her free hand, the manicured nails scraping lightly across his flesh. "Say it. Beg for it!"

"Uuuggghhh, pleeeeaaassseee," he moaned, his body squirming, his hips arching off the floor in a futile effort to bury his aching cock in the older woman's dripping vagina. "Please let me fuck you . . . please . . . let me . . . fuck . . . you!"

Nancy allowed the college kid to writhe beneath her for just a moment longer, drawing out his agony.

"If you insist," she whispered with a chuckle. Before the words escaped her lush lips, she relaxed her thighs and allowed her body to fall atop the young man. His fat, pulsing cock shoved her labia aside, stretched the walls of her overheated vagina and impaled her to the root, his pubic hair tickling the sensitive, hairless flesh around her clit.

"Uuuugggghhhhhhh," he groaned, his hands reaching for her firm ass.

Nancy held him there for a moment, twisting her hips and grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. Then she pushed up, slowly, dragging her slick vaginal lips up the entire length of Fresh-Face's glistening shaft.

"Is that how you like it, young man?" she asked, the bulb of his cock still ensconced in her wet hole.

"Yeah," he managed, arching his hips again.

"Or, do you like it like this?" Nancy slowly lowered herself on the fat pole, taking forever and a day before she felt the tickle of his pubic hair, his nut sac squishing against her ass. Fresh-Face squirmed beneath her.

"Mm-hm," he sputtered, his strong hands on her ass trying to push her up so that he could impale her again.

"Or maybe," she teased, kicking her feet out from underneath her and going to her knees, "maybe you like it this way better." She leaned forward, the young thick cock still buried in her, and let her substantial breasts fall against the soft features of his face. She twisted her torso left and right, her breasts swinging against his face.

Fresh-Face responded, his lips searching for a thick nipple. He couldn't quite capture one as Nancy's breasts floated left then right. She chuckled inwardly, watching between her swaying tits as his lips pursed, like a newborn, searching for an engorged teat. But she steadied herself after a moment, pushed up a little. When her massive breasts stopped swinging, she lowered a fat nipple directly into the kid's waiting mouth.

He slurped it up, sucking the thick bud between his teeth, and his hips arched, pushing his thick stalk deep into Nancy's willing vagina.

"There you go, young man," she cooed, luxuriating in the sensation of her cuntal walls stretching to accommodate the thick slab of college-aged cock. "Suck my nipples . . . harder . . . harder . . . there you gooooo!"

Nancy's hips maintained an even, controlled rocking while beneath her, Fresh-Face jerked and quivered, his mind overloading with lust as her tight cunt pulled and tugged at his fat cock, her full tits and turgid nipples filling his mouth.

She slid a hand beneath his head, pulling him tighter into her cleavage, and his teeth nipped at an aching teat.

"Uugghh," she moaned, tossing her head back, her lustrous locks whipping over her shoulder. "Yesssssss! Bite . . . 'em . . . bite . . . 'em."

A chill shot up her spine as Fresh-Face's teeth sank gingerly into the raw flesh of her nipple. Her clit tingled and her asshole clenched.

"Har . . . der," she managed, her sweaty body losing control of the even pace she had kept up on the young man's bloated shaft.

She jerked violently as the kid's teeth closed tighter on her nipple. It felt as though he'd nearly broken skin and Nancy's body ceased all movement. The moan built deep in her gut, wrenching, painful almost. The muscles along her spine were paralyzed but working all the same, quivering as an orgasm tore through her lithe body.

"Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!!!!!!" she bellowed, her body jerking haltingly now. She felt her cunt flood and her fluids gushed out from the tight seal her labia formed around the kid's shaft. She jerked again and collapsed against him, her tits molding to the contours of his smooth face as his teeth continued to nip at raw flesh.

"Oh . . . fuck . . . you . . . sweet . . . young . . . man," she panted as her hips slowed their erratic twitching atop him and his cock slipped from the saturated and loosened confines of her well-used cunt.

Nancy pushed herself up on her hands and then down the young man's thighs, his crotch well lubricated by their combined fluids. She rested her perspiring ass cheeks on the carpet between his thighs and smiled sweetly at him, taking his pulsing length in both of her hands.

"You . . . did . . . well . . . Fresh-Face," she rewarded, her breath returning to normal.

Trapped in her fists, the college kid arched his hips upward, trying to send his full length through the make-shift cunt she had formed. His stomach muscles rippled with the effort and Nancy hunched over, running her soft, wet tongue along the washboard formed beneath his glistening flesh. His cock nestled between her sweaty tits and Nancy began to stroke him in her cleavage.

"So . . . fuckin' . . . delicious," she groaned between swipes of her smoldering tongue along his flesh.

"You like that young cock between my big tits?" she taunted him, removing one of her fists from the fleshy stalk and resting it across the top of her breasts, forcing the soft, warm flesh tight around the shaft.

Beneath her, Fresh-Face's eyes slammed shut, so exquisite was the sensation of having his cock buried in this older woman's tits. His hips jerked involuntarily, sending his shaft deeper into her cleavage and his cockhead against the soft underside of her chin.

"Oh, yeah," she cooed to him. "Fuck my tits, college boy! Fuck 'em!"

"No," he whimpered, his body squirming beneath her ministrations.

"Yessss," she hissed back. "Fuck 'em! I wanna feel your cum on me, young man!"

"Uugghh."

"Cover those tits, Fresh-Face. Cover 'em with your thick, young sperm!"

The kid couldn't withstand the heat of her cleavage and the filthiness of her mouth and jerked his hips hard against her breastbone, burying his cock deep in her again.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Nancy moaned from her gut when she felt the thick shaft expand in her fist.

The head of his cock lost its texture, became shiny, and took on a deep purple hue. Thick sperm shot from its tip and splashed against her chest, just above her heaving tits. The young man trembled beneath her and twisted his body this way and that as Nancy kept up her assault on his spitting cock, keeping it planted firmly between her full tits.

A second and third burst of college-boy cum spewed from the slit that winked open at the crown of his cockhead and Nancy manipulated the shaft between her sticky tits, spreading the viscous pearlescence around her overheated chest and over her thick nipples.

Fresh-Face's twitching slowed and his ass cheeks settled once again to the carpet. He lifted his head to peer down his body and groaned from deep in his chest as a long rope of his cum dripped from one of Nancy's obscenely thick nipples to pool on his thigh.

"Amazing," she whispered, her glittering eyes boring into his. "So much fucking cum."

Nancy leaned across Fresh-Face's prone figure and reached for his shirt, wiping it between and over her dripping breasts, cleaning the boy-cum from her sinful body. Dropping the shirt, she re-fastened her bra and pulled the sweater back over her breasts before standing and smoothing her skirt down.

"Thanks for the sperm bath," she whispered with a wink, stepping over the kid and moving toward the door.

"Uh, Nancy? You forgot these," she heard from behind her. She turned and found Fresh-Face rolled to his side, his spent cock lolling against his thigh, reaching for her thong.

"Keep 'em, Fresh-Face." She reached the door, flipped the deadbolt, and pulled it open, but turned back to him. "So, do you think if I went back to the bar, your friends would still be there?"

A broad smile lighting up her pretty face, Nancy strode from the room, leaving the kid's mouth agape.



Cougar Happy Hour



Wednesday nights at The Blue Devil Lounge in Ithaca, New York, they have a social hour that illogically lasts from 7 to 10 and is called 'Cougar Happy Hour'. During that time the ladies who fit that description get to buy well drinks for a buck a pop.

Since it's a college town, the women who come in to take advantage of the specials stand out like a sore thumb, not that the hot ones ever have to spend any of their own money for the discounted drinks anyway because the young men doing the hunting are happy to spend a couple of bucks for the chance to score.

It was on a Wednesday night in October when a combination of factors formed a perfect storm of sorts, and it was under that cloud that the following events occurred.

***

"It's a kennel," Dave Johnson yelled into his friend's ear as they stood at the end of the bar and surveyed the scene. "Slim pickings here tonight. I think I'll go back to the dorm and jerk off."

"Suit yourself," Steve Everett yelled back at his friend over the sounds of Sweet Home Alabama on the jukebox.

The Lynyrd Skynyrd tune was typical of the music played during Cougar Happy Hour every week, as the bar tried to cater to the older crowd, figuring that the guys would listen to anything in order to meet a female. This made the clientele consist mostly of barely legal boys and women from 35 to 60.

"You look like you're interested in somebody," Dave said to Steve as he watched his friend looking down the length of the bar. "Please don't tell me that you're checking out that train wreck in the blue."

"So what if I am?" Steve said.

"You're new at this," Dave said, reminding his roommate that he was more experienced at the Blue Devil Lounge scene. "Let's go. We'll come back next week, only earlier so we don't have to wade through the leftovers." 

"Go ahead," Steve said. "I'll probably be back at the dorm soon."

"If you come back to the room with her, I'll never let you live it down," Dave said before leaving. "She looks like somebody... what's her face? The old bag on the Beverly Hillbillies. Not Granny - the other one that had the hots for Jethro. Miss Hathaway."

"Funny," Steve Everett said as he let his dorm-mate leave with his laughter echoing behind him.

In reality, Steve knew that his friend Dave was spot on. The resemblance was there, and as Steve watched the woman sipping a drink without anyone nearby, he took a long look at her.

Tall and skinny, almost painfully so, and wearing the style of eyeglasses that didn't take any years off of the half century's worth of chronological baggage she was carrying, she did play the Miss Hathaway role well.

The fact that none of the guys in the bar were giving her a second look was sad in a way, especially when you thought about the guys that were passing on her. It wasn't exactly like they were all that hot themselves.

So Steve grabbed the bartender and asked him to send a drink down to the woman, and after he took Steve's money and delivered the cocktail, Steve waited for the woman to react.

She seemed stunned when the drink arrived, and after she squinted down toward Steve she called the bartender back and said something to him. The bartender nodded and came back to Steve with a message.

"The lady says that she would like you to join her," the barkeep said before heading towards another customer. "Said something about not wanting to drink alone."

Steve nodded and grabbed his drink to join the woman who didn't like to drink alone. After all, she wasn't that unattractive, he reasoned, and was a very nice person as Steve recalled.

He knew that because he had known the woman all his life, and had recognized her right away. Steve knew that once he got closer and out of the dark corner of the bar he had been standing, Marie Hartwell would recognize him too.

"Thank you for the - omigod!," Marie said as she saw who had bought her the vodka and tonic. "Steven? What in the world are you doing here?"

"Hi Aunt Marie," Steve said and he leaned over and kissed his mother's sister on the cheek and slid onto the stool next to her. "I could ask you the same question."

"Me? Oh - I - well, I was on my way home and I decided to stop in for a drink," Marie stammered, and Steve nodded. "Never been in here before and it looked like a nice enough place."

Steve nodded and said that he had never been in The Blue Devil Lounge before either, and Steve suspected that Aunt Marie might be lying even if he hadn't been. All of the signs inside and out made it clear what the place was, at least on Wednesday nights. 

"I guess," Steve said. "How's Uncle Ed?"

"Uh - Ed is - well, we aren't together right now," Aunt Marie said with considerable embarrassment.

"Oh" Steve said, and hearing that made him look at his Aunt a little differently. 

Steve had always had a sweet spot in his heart for his aunt, who looked a lot like his mother in some ways, although his Mom probably outweighed Aunt Marie by almost 100 pounds these days.

Almost six feet tall, Steve figured and the weight was anyone's guess, although whatever it was had to be at least 25 pounds less than normal for her height. 

Measurements? Not exactly 36-24-36, but more along the lines of 30-25-35. Steve chuckled when he remembered his mother telling his father once that Aunt Marie's nickname when they were growing up was 'The Carpenter's Dream'.

"Flat as a board and easy to screw," Steve recalled his mother cackling after telling dad the old joke that was new to Steve back then.

His mother and her sister had a strange and strained relationship, which was probably why their families didn't get together much any more, at least not like they used to when Steve was young.

Steve had been staring at Aunt Marie's bare arm next to him, with the bony elbow on the padded rail of the bar. Her skin was a ghostly white, and as Steve wondered whether he could get his thumb and index finger to touch if her wrapped them around her bicep, he realized that she had asked him a question.

"Sorry." Steve said, blaming his inattention on the noise.

"I said that I didn't think you were old enough to drink."

"I'm not," Steve said while leaning towards Aunt Marie's ear and the familiar scent of her perfume, giggling as he nuzzled into her light brown hair which had a hint of gray at the roots. "Fake ID. Don't tell on me, okay?"

"I won't, so long as you don't tell anybody you saw me out drinking."

Having made a deal, their conversation turned to other things. Marie said she had heard that her nephew was coming out here to college, and wasn't it a coincidence that they ran into each other like this?

As for Steve, he kidded that the reason he chose Ithaca was so he could be near his favorite aunt, but while he was exaggerating about that, the thought that he might be able to scrounge a meal or something did enter his mind.

"Sorry about you and Uncle Ed," Steve said, which was partly true, but only as it affected his aunt, because Steve had always thought his uncle was a blowhard.

"I'd - I'd rather not talk about it," Aunt Marie said with a touch of sadness, and while that put a momentary damper on the conversation, before long they were laughing and reminiscing.

Steve looked up at the clock and saw that he had been talking with his aunt for over an hour, and he was having a blast. Aunt Marie seemed to be having fun too, and it wasn't just because of the drinks she was throwing down either.

Around that time Steve started making contact with his aunt. Innocent stuff, like their arms touching and him putting his hand on her forearm, and while Steve wondered if his aunt was noticing, she wasn't stopping him and was even joining in, and it was around then that the tone of the conversation changed.

"I'm probably getting a lot of guys mad," Steve said. "Monopolizing you like this. I should clear out and let somebody else enjoy your company."

"Don't go, Steven," Aunt Marie said, clutching his forearm to keep him around even though he wasn't moving. "Nobody wants to hit on me. They rarely do. At least not this early."

"Oh, I doubt that," Steve said, smiling while realizing that Aunt Marie pretty much admitted she wasn't a rookie in this meat market after all, just like he had suspected.

"Wish I was," Aunt Marie mused. "Sometimes, if somebody is drunk or desperate enough - but usually it's just me alone with this."

Aunt Marie lifted her glass with that, looking at it with slightly glassy eyes, and when Steve whispered that she had to be kidding because she was still pretty she shook her head and looked at her nephew.

"No - no I'm not."

She didn't say it looking for sympathy, or wanting Steve to tell her she was wrong. Marie said it like it was a fact, and she was right. She wasn't pretty. She never had been and never would be.

"You are to me," Steve heard himself saying as he leaned close to his aunt and squeezed her while kissing her on the cheek.

"You're so sweet. Always were," Marie sighed as her eyes misted up. "If you weren't my sister's kid I'd..."

"Don't let that stop you," Steve said, laughing in case she took it badly, but she just laughed and shook her head.

"Do you remember when you used to give me baths in that plastic dishpan thing?" Steve asked.

"Oh dear. Don't tell me - you can't remember that! You were just a baby!"

"Seems like I do recall it, but that's probably because I always see that picture at home of me sitting there in that thing with a rubber ducky and you squeezing a wash cloth over my head to make it rain."

"Oh how you used to laugh!" Marie chortled. "Those were good times."

"You know, I would love to get one of those baths tonight," Steve said, and he saw Marie's startled reaction.

"Heavens, I don't know what happened to that basin, and besides you would never fit in it now. You're as tall as I am these days," Marie said with a laugh.

"No, I couldn't fit in that. Don't have a tub at the dorm either, but you've got a bathtub, right?"

"Steven!" Marie said, her pale cheeks blushing.

"Well?" Steve sighed, and then ran his finger along Marie's creamy while forearm, and then when he reached the elbow, moved his digit to the inside of her arm.

"What?" Marie answered, with the words coming out in pieces because she started shuddering as her nephew's finger slid all the way up her pale, reed-thin arm all the way to her armpit, which was smooth and moist.

"Not tickling you, am I Aunt Marie?" Steve whispered as his finger slid back down to her elbow, and when she shook her head no he slid his finger back up.

"You don't know what you're doing to me," Marie gasped, with her arm now covered with goosebumps.

"I could say the same thing," Steve said. "About that bath - I'm serious."

"Steven," Aunt Marie pleaded.

"Wouldn't it be fun?"

"You're - you're Audra's kid!"

"I'm not a kid any more Aunt Marie," Steven said. "Here. Let me prove it to you."

Aunt Marie protested at first when her nephew took her wrist and tried to bring it under the bar, but Steve kept telling her that it was dark and no one else would see.

"Did you find it?" Steve had after putting his aunt hand on the bulge in his pants.

"Of course I did," Marie said as her eyes widened.

"So what do you think?" Steve said, and after he took his hand off of Marie's he was thrilled when he felt her moving it along the bulge on her own.

"It's big," Marie gasped. "Really big."

"That's not what I meant," Steve sighed. "I meant about you and me - maybe in your tub? You don't live that far away as I recall."

"Can't," Marie said as she breathed heavily while still squeezing the bulge that kept getting bigger and harder as a result.

"Can't or won't?"

"Can't," Marie said as she turned away from the mirror behind the bar to face her nephew.

"Could go to my dorm room," Steve mused. "It's not much and I don't have a tub, but..."

"Let's go," Aunt Marie said as she climbed off the bar stool and threw a few dollars on the bar, and with that Steve found himself following his aunt out the door.

"Which way?" Aunt Marie said when they got outside, and a couple of guys smoking outside chuckled as they heard her and saw her unsteadily spin around on the sidewalk.

"This way Aunt Marie," Steve said, gracefully putting his arm around her and ushering her up the street. "Did you drive?"

"No - walked," she said, and for that they were both grateful. "Is your place far?"

"About a 10 minute walk," Steve said, and found himself regretting with every step not stopping to take a leak before they left the bar. 

"Aunt Marie?" Steve said, and realized that he needed to drop the Aunt title, at least for the rest of the night. "Wait a second. Be right back."

Reaching a dark alley, Steve excused himself and ducked between the buildings and behind a dumpster and pulled out his cock, which took some effort because he was still a bit aroused from not only his aunt rubbing him through his jeans, but by the very nasty thought of having sex with his mother's sister.

He was about to pee when he heard feet scraping behind him, and then suddenly a hand came around and grabbed at him.

"Marie?" Steve blurted out as his aunt staggered up against him and grabbed his cock.

"Omigod Steven!" Marie blurted out as her hand wrapped around his semi-turgid member. "You really are hung like a horse, aren't you?"

"What the?"

Steve braced himself by grabbing the brick wall in front of him and looked over his shoulder at his aunt, who was almost exactly his height and was nuzzling into his scalp while wiggling on his dick.

"Pee honey," Aunt Marie was saying. "Hurry."

It took Steve a second to get the flow going, but eventually his urine was spattering on the ground, and by the time he was finished he was drilling the brick wall with piss, having become erect as a result of Aunt Marie's rough handling of his manhood.

After shaking his cock up and down, Steve heard his aunt shuffling around as she let go of his cock. At first he thought she was looking to stagger away and fall down, but what she was doing was moving a few feet down the alley, pulling her panties down as she wobbled over against the wall.

"Give it to me," Aunt Marie was saying as she reached over and grabbed his erect member and using it to pull her nephew toward her. "Right now."

Steve was taken aback once again when she saw his Aunt Marie kicking her panties off of her ankles and pulling up her dress to reveal her sex. Even in the near darkness Steve could see the dark triangle of hair between her legs, and as he moved up to her she practically climbed onto him.

No foreplay. No nothing, and Steve fell against his aunt, pinning her against the brick while trying to put his cock inside of Marie as she spread her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Fuck!" Aunt Marie growled into Steve's ear as she guided the head of her nephew's cock into her opening, the coolness of the night making her breathing visible as she hissed, "Fuck me hard. Split me in two if you can."

Steve leaned into his aunt as he tried to force his cock into her. She was wet enough but she was tight and the thickness of his tool made it a challenge. 

The befuddled young man was used to being the aggressor with the ladies, so the way Aunt Marie was acting and talking, her glasses falling off and talking like a dockworker, was off-putting to say the least. It was also erotic to the young man, and so he pushed hard, driving the skinny woman into the wall as he forced himself into her pussy while his aunt howled for him to go harder and faster.

It didn't last long, but long enough for Steve's aunt to have an orgasm that had her clawing at him frantically and speaking in tongues. Steve came soon after, and after he did he heard a couple of people snickering out on the sidewalk.

Fortunately the darkness made everybody anonymous, because Steve would have hated to have somebody see his aunt like that. Marie worked in the town library, so she was probably pretty well known in the area, but it hadn't seemed to matter to her as she nuzzled into her nephew's neck.

"So good baby," Aunt Marie kept saying, and let out a little sigh when Steve's deflating cock fell out of her pussy.

Steve took a step back and put his cock away, his mind spinning from more than the alcohol. Aunt Marie was unrecognizable to the nephew who had known her all of his life, and just as the young man began to wonder what was going to happen next, he found out right away.

"Excuse me," Aunt Marie said as she took a couple of steps away from her nephew and squatted down while holding her dress up as high as she could.

The resulting spattering was even louder that his own had been, and Steve was hoping her aunt wouldn't fall over as she got rid of a half dozen vodka and tonics along with a load of his seed before standing upright and lowering her dress.

"Um - how about these?" Steve said of his aunt's panties, which were twisted and on the ground where she had kicked them off, but she waved her hand at them and grabbed Steve's arm.

"Let's get out of here," Aunt Marie said as they staggered out of the alley. "Lead the way. It's cold out here honey."

***

She still wants to go to my room. Steve had figured that Aunt Marie would be trying to figure out a way to say good night, but she was far from ready to call it quits, and so Steve led her to the dorm, with her grabbing at his ass along the way.

Maybe somebody put something in her drink back at the bar? Possible, Steve mused, but why? He knew he didn't, but once they had started making out, it was like somebody hit a switch because up until that time, Aunt Marie was just Aunt Marie.

What transformed her into that wildcat back in the alley? Steve did okay with the opposite sex, but had never managed to get any girl acting like Aunt Marie had, and now she wanted more.

Steve brought Aunt Marie to his dorm building the least obvious route, but they still managed to come in contact with students along the way. During the day, it would be no big deal to have someone accompany a student that looked like a Mom to their room. 

Now, at night, with the two of them - especially Aunt Marie - looking like they had been out in a hurricane, there was no doubt as to what was going on. Guys that passed by them in the hall nodded and winked at Steve, and a couple snickered after passing them.

Steve couldn't blame them because he would have probably done the same thing if he saw one of them with a woman more than twice their age who was walking erratically even with help. The fact that Aunt Marie was saying hello to guys as she passed them made it even stranger.

As Steve got to his door he found it locked. There was no light at the bottom of the door, so that meant that either his roommate Dave was still out or that he was asleep. If he was in there with a girl there would be a little heart sticker on the door handle, but there was none.

"Please don't be in there," Steve mumbled.

"What?" Aunt Marie asked.

"Nothing," Steve said as he opened the door, and after getting his aunt safely inside he locked the door behind them and left the light off.

"Which bed is yours?" Aunt Marie asked, and while Steve was tempted to say that it was the one without the 175 pound giggling lump under the covers, but instead moved his aunt over to the other side of the small room.

It was pretty dark in there, with only a little light coming in through the blinds, but Steve could hear Aunt Marie undressing and could make out her pulling her dress over her head as he started to lose his own clothes. Steve had been hoping Dave would leave, but he didn't. At least for the most part he stopped giggling though.

"A gentlemen," Aunt Marie said when Steve came behind her to help unhook the bra she was struggling with.




Cougar Happy Hour



"My pleasure," Steve whispered, and when he realized that he was going to be having sex with an audience - at the very least an audio witness - the thought excited him.

Steve had gotten trapped one night himself, forced to stay under the covers while his dorm-mate had sex with a girl, and while it was uncomfortable at first, by the end Steve found it erotic too.

Steve pulled the bra straps off of his aunt's bony shoulders and slid his hands under her arms to replace the bra cups with his hands, and as he kneaded Aunt Marie's breasts she sighed and leaned back against him.

Steve was momentarily stunned when he felt how small his aunt's breasts were. Not much bigger than lemons, the little orbs were real doughy and were mostly aureola and nipple. He learned that they must be sensitive because Aunt Marie was wiggling and squirming into him before spinning around and pulling Steve's shirt over his head. After tossing the shirt aside she went down to her knees to finish pulling Steve's jeans and underwear off.

"Oh!" 

Steve let out a moan as his aunt inhaled his half-erect cock, and even the giggle that followed his moan from the other side of the room didn't stop his cock from becoming fully erect again. Steve's hands ran through Marie's fine hair as he saw her head in the murky darkness moving as her lips slid up and down his cock.

Aunt Marie had been sucking jis cock down to where her hand was clutching the stump of his organ, but soon her hands were elsewhere with her right hand clutching his ass and her left busy squeezing his balls as her mouth worked further and further down the shaft.

"Shit!" Steve hissed when he felt his aunt's lips wrapped around the base of his shaft and the tip of his cock poking her throat, while all 7" were being sucked like they had never been before.

After a couple more trips up and down the length of his manhood Steve was being pulled by the cock over to the bed, where they tumbled onto the mattress. Marie scrambled on top of her nephew and was straddling his crotch before Steve knew what was happening.

"Oh fuck! Your cock is so fucking big!" 

"Ssh!" Steve hissed as Aunt Marie impaled herself and began riding him like he was a bucking bronco, making the little bed slam into the cement wall as she humped him.

"Sorry," Aunt Marie whispered as she ran her hands through her hair. "So good."

If the room was brighter, Steve knew it would not be anywhere near as erotic as it was in the near darkness. For one thing, they would be able to look in each other's eyes, which might have been disconcerting. Secondly, Marie wouldn't look like she did as she bounced up and down on him. All of her imperfections would be there bared, but in the shadows she looked wild and untamed.

Steve's hands came up and grabbed her little titties as they flopped around on her broad chest, and as he pulled on the loose flesh his aunt made feral noises while pulling at her hair.

The squishy sound that was made every time Aunt Marie crashed down onto Steve sounded deafening in the tiny room until she started making stifled noises, followed by a squeal that caused more giggling from Steve's roommate's bed, but if his aunt heard him she didn't let on as her pussy clamped down on his tool.

"Cum for me baby," Aunt Marie was saying as she rode him harder, looking like a preying mantis on top of him, all arms and legs, and when she took his tits in her hands and stretched the skin straight out like she was trying to tear them off her chest while twisting her nipples Steve couldn't hold back.

"Oh - oh - oh," Marie gasped as Steve's cock jerked inside of her, filling his aunt's womb with his seed, and after he stopped cumming and went limp she gingerly climbed off of her nephew.

"Gotta go," she was saying as she felt around for her clothes, and Steve was not only exhausted, he was relieved.

"Where's my - oh yeah. That's right," Aunt Marie said as she apparently remembered where her panties had ended up, and soon she was dressed and ready to go.

"Hang on," Steve said, scrambling out of the bed and throwing on his clothes. "I'll come with you.

"It's okay honey, I know the way."

Steve hurriedly threw on his stuff and insisted on walking her out of the building. Mercifully they encountered no one on the way, because they looked even worse than before, and after they got outside Steve tried to remember which way Aunt Marie's house was.

"You aren't that far away from here," Steve said. "I'll walk you home."

"No," Aunt Marie said a little too loud and quickly while pulling out a cell phone. "I'll get a cab. You get inside before you catch cold."

"Well, at least let me wait with you out here," Steve said, and even though she tried to stop him he stayed.

They stood in silence, watching their breath in the cold autumn air, and then the TAXI light became visible from down the end of street.

I know you won't but - you're not going to tell anybody about this, are you?" Aunt Marie asked. "Family, I mean."

"Of course not," Steve said, and she hugged her nephew, thanking him and kissing him unlike an aunt would or should, and then she was gone.

After going back upstairs to his room, Steve braced himself for the inevitable abuse from Dave, who was waiting for him as soon as the door closed.

"Oh your cock is so fucking big!" Dave cackled in a falsetto voice imitating Steve's guest. "When did you get such a big cock anyway?"

"I didn't say it was big," Steve replied.

"Your cougar did," Dave said. "At least a couple times. She sounded like you were fucking her with a Louiville Slugger."

"Well, it's only big compared to guys like you."

"Fuck you."

"So now I'm going to have to listen to you rip me for the rest of the semester?"

"Actually no," Dave said. "I gotta admit that she wasn't that bad."

"Why, because it was dark?"

"My eyes adjusted to it pretty good," Dave explained. "I mean, she wasn't hot or anything. Those droopy little tits were sad, but I loved the way she talked dirty, and it was like she was attacking you."

"Probably hasn't had sex in a while," Steve suggested.

"Too bad you didn't get more than one shot at her. She ran out of gas fast," Dave said.

"Actually, we did it on the way here too," Steve sheepishly admitted.

"You did? Where?"

"There's an alley down the street from the Blue Devil," Steve explained. "One minute we're walking down the sidewalk, and the next thing I know she's got her panties off and we're doing it with her pinned against the bricks."

"Right there? In the alley next to the plumbling supply place? Out in public, in the cold?"

"Yeah."

"Oh man, now I really love her!" Dave declared. "I'm gonna think of that every time I go past that alley. You know, that's a good place to take a leak if you gotta go on the way home."

"Really?" Steve said with a poker face. 

"Man, I wish I had gotten a better look at her at The Blue Devil," Dave said. "Because if I ever recognize her I'll be all over her in a New York minute. Who gives a shit about looks when they respond like that, instead of just laying there."

"Maybe in your case it isn't the woman's fault," Steve mused.

"Fuck you again and good night," Dave retorted, laughing as he threw the sheet up over his head.

***

The next afternoon after his last class, Steve wandered into town to the public library. It was a small library and had strange hours because of budgetary restraints, so Steve wasn't sure they would be open or even if his aunt would be working, but he felt compelled to try.

The library was still open but just barely, as he was informed they were getting ready to close in about 15 minutes when he arrived. He saw Aunt Marie at the desk talking to a patron, so he slipped in without her noticing and pretended to be looking at books while observing his aunt from the far side of the small room.

She looked the same as always, but Steve thought it was strange how once you saw somebody naked you couldn't get that image out of your mind. Standing so tall and so slender, she looked like the stereotypical librarian, and nothing like the animal she was last night.

Steve found himself getting hard just watching Aunt Marie, which was something beyond his understanding. What was it about her that was so compelling?

The patron left and the only other staff member in the place, the girl that had told him they would be closing soon when he arrived, was getting her coat on. Steve heard the girl mention to Aunt Marie as she left that there was only one person left in the library, and gestured in Steve's direction.

They stared at each other for a moment before Steve started walking toward the front desk, and Marie looked apprehensive as he approached.

"Hi Aunt Marie," Steve said softly.

"Steven," Marie responded. "Nice to see you again."

"Uh - about last night," Steve began, but his aunt asked him to stop and came around the counter to lock the front door first.

"Yes. Last night," Marie repeated. "I remember it. Quite well as a matter of fact."

"Uh - just wanted to check to see that you were alright," Steve mumbled. "I know you had a lot to drink."

"I'm fine. I was fine last night too," Marie said. "I assume that you were so drunk you can't recall a thing?"

"No. To tell you the truth, I haven't been able to think about anything else all day," Steve confessed.

"Is that why you came down here? To tell me that?"

"I guess - I mean - I don't know."

"I want to show you something Steven," Aunt Marie said, and led Steve to a room behind the desk.

It was a storage room of sorts, with a couple of bookcases and desks, and after Steve got inside the door closed behind him, and the lock clicked on.

"You were a lot more confident last night, Steve," Aunt Marie said as they stood face to face, so close that Steve could almost taste her minty breath as his aunt looked at him through those outdated glasses. "Was that because of the alcohol, or is it because seeing me in the light of day makes you wonder how you were able to get it up last night?"

"Twice."

"What?"

"I got it up twice, remember?"

"Of course I do."

Their eyes were locked onto each others, and remained so as Steve took his aunt's bony hand and brought it down to his crotch once again, and when she felt the rigid bulge her eyes rolled back in her head, and for a minute Steve thought she was going to faint when her head rolled on her shoulders as if in a trance. 

"So why was it that you came down here?" Aunt Marie asked as she squeezed his package. "Come down her to fuck me?"

"Yes. I want you," Steve said. "Can we go somewhere?"

A minute later, Steve was on his knees with his face buried between his aunt's skinny thighs, his tongue burrowing through the hairiest pussy he had ever tasted. He licked and chewed like an animal, inhaling the ripe scent of Marie's cunt like it was life itself.

Marie was on her back on the desk, which was almost bare after she had shoved everything off the surface. The woman herself looked ravaged already, with her clothing either off or askew, and Marie was gripping the edges of the table while her nephew ate her out.

It was quite a sight, with Steven kneeling there with his erection out of the fly of his jeans. Marie's dress was in a heap on the floor along with the pamphlets and pens, as were her panties.

Her bra was still on sort of, the padded harness still hooked but pulled up to her collarbone, exposing her breasts. The small orbs looked a little like fried eggs as they sagged down onto themselves, but the sight of Marie's tits actually inflamed Steven as he got to his feet and yanked his jeans down to his knees before slamming his cock into Marie's pussy.

"Fuck!" Marie screamed as her nephew began pounding into her savagely, with each thrust making the desk thump into the wall.

Marie was cumming again, and the sight of her having an orgasm drove Steven to fuck her even harder. Her glasses were tangled in her hair as she writhed on the wooden desktop, and as her pussy clamped down around her nephew's cock he fought the urge to cum himself.

Steve kept thrusting after Marie came, determined to make her cum again and again. She pulled herself up to a sitting position so she could kiss her nephew, practically swallowing Steve's tongue as another orgasm approached.

"Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Marie screamed as she slammed herself down on the desk again, squirming and writhing under her nephew's relentless fucking.

Fucking. That was what this was, Steve thought as he watched his aunt on the desk. Not lovemaking, although Steve loved his aunt and he thought she loved him too. This was just two savages acting nothing like they did in real life.

Marie was speaking in tongues, or so it sounded to Steve, cursing and babbling as her arms flailed and the skinny legs wrapped around Steve's hip, and as she started to have another orgasm she reached back over her head and clutched the edge of the desk.

Stretched out like she was, Marie looked androgynous, with her small breasts all but disappearing except the plump aureola and fat nipples. As she reached, every muscle and tendon in Marie's pale upper torso was visible.

Marie's armpits, with only the faintest hint of five o'clock shadow coating the moist hollows, became cavernous in this position, and her ribs were clearly visible as she stretched. All of this - his Aunt's strange body and the fact that she was his mother's sister - combined to send shivers down his spine.

Steve began ejaculating a few seconds before Marie came, and kept thrusting until his aunt's body stopped convulsing. He pulled his limp cock out of the gooey cauldron and caught his breath while looking at his semen drooling out of his aunt's pussy and hanging onto the brown hairs.

They didn't say anything to each other as they got dressed, but Marie stopped Steve before they left the store room and gave him a kiss.

"I'm glad you came by, honey," she said before unlocking the door, and Steve was about to ask her when they could get together again when she froze in her tracks at the front door when a black car pulled in front of the building.

"Honey - go out the back door for me," Aunt Marie said, and ushered her nephew out the rear entrance.

Steve walked around the side of the building after a few minutes, just in time to see the black Chrysler pull away, figuring it must have been her boss or even the mayor. Steve looked back to the building to see if Aunt Marie was looking out, but the the building was dark.

Too bad, Steve thought as he headed down the street, because he was in the mood for more. Maybe he could take her someplace, like a nice motel or something, and really go at it for a whole night. Better yet, save the money and use her house, he figured.

***

The next day, the library was closed as Steve discovered when he went down for a visit. Since it was a nice autumn day, if a bit cold, Steve decided to do some exploring.

He had a vague idea of where his aunt and uncle's house was, although he was pissed that he never paid more attention when he was riding in the back seat of his folks car back in the day.

Since Uncle Ed and Aunt Marie weren't together any more, Steve had no idea which one of them lived in that little split level these days. Maybe they sold it, or maybe Uncle Ed lived there and Marie had moved out. That would be weird, Steve figured, to knock on the door and see his uncle standing there.

It wouldn't be the end of the world or anything, but the thought of having to listen to that windbag babble on about horses and cigars would be torture. Ed wasn't a bad guy, but just one of those people that got on Steve's nerves. Besides, having to look the guy in the eye after having screwed his ex-wife would be weird. 

None of that would matter if Steve couldn't find the house though. He recalled that it was on a street that had a variety of tree in the name, and as Steve wandered around in the general area he thought it was in, he was tempted to call home and ask his mother.

"Say Mom," Steve imagined himself saying to her. "Could you give me Aunt Marie's address? Why? Because I've been screwing her for the last couple of days and I'm horny again, that's why."

Maybe Mom didn't know about Ed and Marie breaking up. Knowing his mother, Steve thought she would get a kick out of that, so he took out his phone and called home.

After his mother got over the shock of getting a call from him that didn't involve a plea of funds, she was happier to hear from him, and after he gave the usual answers to the usual questions about school, he got to the point.

"I was thinking about paying Aunt Marie a visit."

"You?" Mom said. "What brought that on? You aren't usually the sociable type."

"I dunno. Just in the mood to get away from the books. Take a walk or something."

"Well, it is nice around there, and Ithaca is Gorges, right?"

"Yes Mom," Steve whined, amused that his mother always got such a kick out of that corny slogan the town used to push the area's natural features. "So what's the address?"

"33 Beechwood," his mother informed him. "Funny that you want to go see them. I thought you said Uncle Ed drove you crazy?"

"He does - didn't they get divorced or separated or something?"

"Ed and Marie? Not that I know of," Steve's mother said. "Heavens, who else could put up with either of them? What made you think that?"

"I dunno," Steve mumbled. "I though you mentioned something about it before I left."

So it was news, Steve thought as he ended the call as fast as he could. News he couldn't share without another interrogation about how he knew that, so instead he went about finding Beechwood Street.

As it turned out, he had been close at one point of his wanderings, but eventually he found the elusive street, and his heart started racing and he went down the street.

27 - 29 - 31 - and there it was. 33. Hadn't changed a bit, and as Steve got close a car pulled into the driveway. A black Chrysler, and when the door flew open a familiar figure hopped out. A burly guy smoking a cigar and carrying a newspaper, and the recognition from each was instantaneous.

"Steverino!" roared Uncle Ed, waving his arms wildly at him. "What the hell are you doing out this way?"

"Hi Uncle Ed," Steve said as his extended hand got brushed away in favor of a hug, not an easy task for a man holding a cigar in one hand and a Daily Racing Form in the other. "I go to SUNY Ithaca and..."

"That's right! I heard about that," Ed roared as he wrapped his arm around his nephew and herded him towards the door. "Good for you Steve! Come on in! Marie will shit when she sees you."

Steve went inside on rubbery legs, dazed and confused over what was going on, and as the door closed behind him his Uncle was bellowing their arrival.

"Marie! Come look what the cat dragged in!" he yelled, and after complaining about her husband carrying on like that, turned the corner and came into the living room.

"St... Steven," Aunt Marie said with a face that turned even more ashen.

"Told you she'd be surprised!" Ed crowed, and she shook off her initial shock and did her best to pretend like it had been years instead of hours since they last met, and she did far better at it then her nephew, who still had the look of a deer in the headlights as he was ushered into the kitchen.

The small talk was painful for Steve, and fortunately the looks they gave each other under Uncle Ed's nose went unnoticed. Steve wanted to bolt out of the place, but Aunt Marie had other plans.

"Ed, you promised to fix the mailbox today," Aunt Marie complained.

"Come on Marie. We've got company, plus I've got a horse running in the feature at Aqueduct in the sixth race that can't lose," Ed whined.

"So fix the mailbox now and get it over with," Marie declared. "Can't take more than 15 minutes tops."




Cougar Happy Hour



Grumbling every step of the way, Ed went out to the shed and grabbed some tools before heading out to the roadside mailbox.

"What's going on here Aunt Marie?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what's Uncle Ed doing here?" Steve complained. "You said you and him were divorced or something."

"I did not."

"Separated then."

"What I said was when you asked about your uncle, was that we weren't together right now."

"Well you two look pretty fucking together to me!"

"I said we weren't together right now, and we weren't. He was down at the OTB parlor pissing money away while trying to get into the pants of the girl with the fat ass that sells tickets down there, and I was at The Blue Devil, as you well know."

"Clever dealing in semantics," Steve said.

"Why do you care, Steven?" Marie retorted. "When did you become such a fan of my husband?"

"It's not that, it's just that it was wrong - wrong on every level."

"Is that your mouth talking or your cock?" Aunt Marie snapped, and then took a breath.

"Look, I know what you mean, but you just don't understand."

"I understand now that I was taking part in the destruction of a marriage."

"Nothing to destroy," Marie said as she looked out through the open blinds at her husband at the mailbox. "This is a sham of a marriage. We don't have sex more than once a month, tops. He can't even get it up most of the time. What's there for me? A man with a limp dick who smells like an ashtray? I need love."

"Love at the Blue Devil Lounge?"

"All right then. Sex. Someone to hold me and tell me they care. Someone to tell me I'm good looking even though I know they're lying. Someone to fuck my brains out even if they don't give a shit about me," Marie explained before adding, "like you did."

"I care about you, Aunt Marie. I love you. I even love you right now even though I hate you at the same time."

"Is your cock hard?"

"What?"

"I asked you if your cock was hard," Marie repeated, and then was grabbing at Steve's crotch searching for his cock, which was flaccid. "I can get it up for you in no time."

"I can't..."

"Fuck me," Aunt Marie was saying as she stood up and lowered her slacks and panties while looking out the window at her oblivious husband.

"What? Where?"

"Right here," Aunt Marie was saying. "I'll get on the counter and you can do me while we look out at him so we'll know if he heads this way."

"I can't do that!"

"Sure you can," Aunt Marie insisted as she pulled her nephew's zipper down while that crazed look came back to her face. "You don't mind an audience. You fucked me in the alley with people walking by and you fucked me in your room with you roommate there giggling and probably jerking off. I did it for you so you can do it for me. Besides, he's not even looking this way."

"Aunt Marie..."

Steve stood in the middle of the kitchen and looked down at his Aunt Marie, who had pulled his cock out through the fly of his jeans and was sucking maniacally on it, pulling and stretching in a futile attempt to get him erect.

"You're bored with me already, aren't you?" Aunt Marie said when Steve reached down and helped her to her feet. 

"I just can't," Steve complained.

"I need to cum," Aunt Marie whined. "I need to cum bad. At least - please. Leave it out. Leave your cock for me. Please honey."

Steve felt embarrassed standing there with his cock hanging limply out of his fly, but Aunt Marie had no such feelings. Instead, she just leaned against the refrigerator and put her hand between her head, frigging herself briskly while staring at his cock.

"Pull on it, That's it, stretch your cock," Marie snorted as her fingers danced madly inside of her pussy.

It was over in a minute as her nephew's eyes went back and forth from his uncle in the front yard to his aunt doubled over with half of her hand in her pussy. After she stopped cumming, she returned to being Aunt Marie and Steve put his cock away.

It was the longest afternoon Steve could imagine, and it was painful to endure. As he was leaving, Aunt Marie pulled him aside and told him that she wanted to see him again while her husband cursed at the television.

"You'll get over what you're feeling," she whispered. "Your cock will be hard by the time go get home. We both know that. I know what young guys are like, and you're way more of a man than any of them. You're the best fuck I've ever had."

"The Blue Devil," Marie said after smiling at her nephew shaking his head no. "Wednesday. Be there. Pick me up like you did last week. We'll do it your way. Any way you want. You want your roommate to watch this time? Really watch?"

"God no," Steve whispered, wanting to escape this madness.

"I know kids today like crazy stuff - stuff you see on the Internet. Anything you want, I'll do. You have a girl that goes both ways? I'm good with that. You could watch us and then do us both."

"Please, Aunt Marie," Steve pleaded as he tried to get out without bowling his aunt over.

"Would you want him to join in?" Aunt Marie said as she held on to Steve's arm at the door while her husband was screaming at the ride Edgar Prado was giving his horse on TV. "Your roommate - you can both do me at the same time. You would like that, I'll bet."

"Aunt Marie..." Steve pleaded, and something about the way he looked at her brought his aunt back to reality, at least momentarily.

"Sorry," she said, biting her lower lip and taking a deep breath. "They say menopause makes you crazy, but not like this. Lately I'm..."

"It's okay," Steven said. "But I really have to go."

"I do need you though. Wednesday night Steven," Marie said as her nephew stepped outside. "I'll be there."

"I won't be."

"I'll be there anyway," she said softly, and that was the last thing Steve heard, besides his uncle yelling at him from the living room, telling his nephew to not be a stranger. 

***

Steve did not go to The Blue Devil Lounge that next Wednesday, and did not go the next week either, even though his roommate Dave pressured him to go out with him one last time before winter break.

"I'll just stay home and jerk off," Steve told him, and strangely enough he did do that.

Strangely enough, he did just that, and the image in this mind was of the woman that he was still obsessed with, even though he was torn between love and hate. The logic of it escaped him, but as he stroked himself to climax he was thinking of his Aunt Marie sitting at the Blue Devil waiting for him.

Maybe he would go someday, he told himself, and that was what he was thinking about as he dropped off to sleep.

***

"Oh yeah! Fuck me hard!"

Steve thought he was in a dream, but when he opened his eyes it was all too real. His roommate Dave had come home with a friend, and when Steve hear the voice of the woman bouncing on Dave's crotch, he wanted to cry.

It was her. Aunt Marie. Even if the voice didn't give it away, the silhouette of the impossibly skinny woman making the bed a trampoline while her droopy tits flopped around wildly gave her away.

She was cumming, and Steve rolled over and put the pillow over his ears, but he could still hear her. Worse still, he could still see her in his mind.

Over an hour later, Steve heard the door open and the light go on. Relieved that she had left, Steve turned around to face his roommate so he could listen to him brag about his conquest, and Steve would have to act like he didn't care.

Instead, what he saw what his Aunt Marie sitting on the bed looking at him.

"Hi," she said meekly.

"Where did Dave go?"

"He said he had to, and I quote, 'take a dump'."

"What you did, did that feel good to you?"

"He wasn't that all good."

"I didn't mean that," Steve snapped. "I meant you coming here and rubbing it in my face."

"I didn't..."

"You know I still care about you!"

"I know. I didn't know that he was your roommate. He just picked me up."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," Aunt Marie said. "That's the way it works. Don't you remember?"

"Anyway, when we got to this building I started to freak out, and when we got to this floor and then down to this room, I wanted to leave."

"But you didn't."

"No. I didn't."

"But you could have."

"I suppose so," Aunt Marie said softly, and then stopped. "No. That's not right. I couldn't have."

"Why not?"

"Because he wanted me. It could have been you instead. I wanted it to be you, believe me."

Steve sat up and looked at his aunt, who despite her almost six foot frame now looked small as they looked at each other.

"Were you listening?"

"Tried not to."

"Were you listening when he asked me to put my bra back on?" she said sadly as she shrugged her shoulders, on the verge of tears, before standing up and putting her clothes back on.

"I'm sorry," Steve heard himself saying. "I just - thinking about my aunt getting picked up by guys who just use her as a sperm bank really hurts."

"I use you, you use me. What's his name? Don?"

"Dave," Steve corrected.

"Whatever. same with him. Every woman in that bar is an aunt - mother - grandmother to someone. We're all looking for somebody," Aunt Marie concluded. "If I'm a guy, what I do would be great, right? A guy that screws around is a stud, but a woman who does it is a slut, right?"

"I don't know what to think."

"Look Steven. Things happen. Maybe if your mother had the shitty marriage and I got lucky in life like she did, you would be having this conversation with her instead of me," Marie said.

"I can't imagine - shit - I don't know," Steve said

"Anyway, I have to go. Tell your friend Dave I said goodbye, and wish your family Merry Christmas for me, okay?" Aunt Marie said before leaving.

"And remember, if you ever stop hating me and change your mind..."

"The Blue Devil on Wednesdays," Steve said, finishing her sentence for her.

Aunt Marie gave her nephew a little smile and nodded before closing the door and heading home.

***

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Cougar Hunting



Damian paused at the edge of their territory and took a quick survey of the area. The conditions were right for the kind of prey he was after. The lighting was dim; the music gave a feeling of class. There were drinks being sold but nobody was uncultured enough to be drinking beer. A slower detailed look revealed that while there was a group of four sitting around a table lightly chattering most of the crowd was sitting alone or in pairs and all of the singles had roving eyes. It was time to throw out a little bait and see what happened.

At six foot four and a solid two sixty five Damian was used to being a lot of things. Bait was a recent addition to the list but he'd found that there was no more effective way to trap his prey. He'd taken all of the steps he knew to ensure a successful venture. He hadn't shaven in two days giving him a rough scragle but not a beard. His hair had the unkempt look that only a half hour in front of the mirror could possible accomplish. He owned better shirts than the black button up, but none that had the combination of middle class and sexy he was trying his best to exude. The same could be said for the black slacks and shoes wore.

Behavior is vital to any kind of hunt. Predators are especially sensitive to any change in their prey and will walk away from easy targets if they are acting strangely. That makes it important that you keep up your normal act no matter what your intentions. For Damian that meant searching out the hottest fox in the room. 

She couldn't have been older than twenty five and probably was only barely old enough to drink. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and a dress that did everything it could to accentuate her figure. If she'd been nude it would have called less attention to her figure. Then she wouldn't have had the wide white belt on the red dress. "Hey. I'm Damian and you are?" Damian drawled in his southern Hispanic dialect. 

The woman looked at him only once before twisting away from him. The look of disgust on in her face was both obvious and manufactured. Just like him she was hunting for a specific kind of prey and this was a part of her cover. Well either that of she wasn't interested but that thought never entered Damian's mind. Of course she was interested in him. She had a vagina and that meant she wanted him. What woman honestly didn't?

Tonight though Damian wasn't trying to seem as confident as he usually would. Normally after a rejection he'd just scan for another lone damsel and try again. This time he wandered to the bar and ordered a beer. 

Damian felt the moment she walked into the room. There is just a vibe prey gets when it's been spotted, a tingle at the base of the spine warning them to the immediate threat. Careful not to let the cougar know it had been noticed Damian tilted his beer to his lips and casually turned to face the crowd. 

She was standing in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by men but completely alone. Her golden dress's neckline plunged well beneath her likely enhanced cleavage. She wasn't even trying to be subtle. The moment he was facing her she locked her eyes on his and she was dancing for him. Dipping down, running her hands up her lithe legs lifting her dress up dangerously high before letting it drop back to her thighs. Even when she turned her back to him there was no doubt who she was dancing for, not when she bent over to grab her own ankle and flipped her hair so it partially concealed her face and then walked over to the bar.

This was the hardest part for Damian. He wanted nothing more than to spring a trap on her. She was in her forties judging by the wrinkles around her eyes and the slight lines around her mouth but she'd had a body a girl half her age would kill for. In Damian's assessment parts of her body weren't half as old as a woman half her age but the last time he checked two year old implants didn't make a woman underage. When she approached Damian turned his back in mock shyness.

She did exactly what she was supposed to do. She sat down beside him flipping her hair away from her face and spoke. "Hello. I noticed you watching me out there."

"Su-sorry." Damian responded finishing his beer. He hadn't meant to do that and it shown on his face. "I didn't mean to stare it's just-"

She was a quick one cutting him off midsentence so he didn't find someway to escape his fate. "Don't apologize. Makes an old lady feel great to know she can still get your attention." Her eye turned quickly to his beer. It was the most likely route of escape so she cut it off. "Bartender. I'll have a strawberry daiquiri and my friend here will have a Long Island Ice Tea." She paid for the drinks when the game and Damian stared at his for a moment before smiling and nodding. "My name is Jessica, yours?" She extended her hand to his. 

Unsure of himself Damian took her hand gently. "Damian. Thanks for the drink Jessica." He lightly shook her hand and released it. It was intentional that his eyes wandered around careful only to brush against her gaze. If she knew she was being hunted not hunting she might spook. "You're incredible." 

It was Jessica's turn to feign surprise with a suppressed giggle. "I just got carried away. I could feel it. You were watching me weren't you?" Jessica captured her lower lips between her teeth and smiled coyly. "It just made me hot to know you were watching me. I didn't mean to get so carried away."

"I just didn't mean to stare." Damian confessed turning slightly away from her. It was difficult to suppress the smile yanking at the edges of his mouth. Everything so far was working according to his plan. This was what he wanted. She thought she'd captured him. "I'm sorry."

Jessica smiled and finished taking a deep drought of her drink before leaning forward. "I told you. Don't be sorry. I'm flattered." She smiled. At the same time she leaned closer running her fingers up along his thigh until she reached his hand and clasped it. "I haven't seen you before. Do you live around here?"

"Not really." Damian lied. The bartender set their drinks and Jessica slipped him a twenty, easily double what the drinks and tip would have come out to. 

"Would you like to get out of here? It's just so loud that it's hard to have a conversation."

Damian paused slightly smiling as he brought his light blue eyes up to meat her baby blues for the very first time. There was an instant connection. The game would continue but both of them were aware of the steps they were meant to take at that point. He'd already made contact and other than him screwing up there was nothing left. "Yeah sure." He replied after the pause.

"C'mon." She finished her drink. Getting the hint Damian tilted his head back downing the liquor in a single quaff that would have impressed his college friends. As soon as it was finished she hooked her arm into his and pulled him to his feet. That close he could smell her perfume, a sweet cinnamon scent that hooked him even more than he'd already been. Jessica was anything but subtle when she squeezed the two of them through a couple narrow openings in the crowd. First brushing her breasts against his chest and then letting him brush against her ass. "Did you drive?"

"Nah. Took a cab. Figured I probably wouldn't be good to drive by the time I got out of here." Damian smiled weakly. "You?" Jessica answered by pulling her keys from her purse and jingling them in front of him. 

A click on her keys was answered by the lights flashing on a convertible Corvette. A moment later they were both in the car and Jessica was doing her best to impress Damian with her driving. It was working pretty well. She was like a fighter pilot pulling her car close between two cars so close that she had to wiggle to keep from hitting either of their side view mirrors as when she sped past them. It wasn't Damian's first time with a fast driver and she had the steady control that kept him from doubting for a single second that he was safe even when the needle started pushing past one thirty. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Jessica purred. Damian was hanging his head over the side of the car whooping at the top of his lungs. 

He stopped when he felt Jessica's cool digits wrap around his still flaccid cock and begin massaging it to life. Splitting her attention between her steering wheel and his gear stick Jessica slowed to a mere eighty miles per hour. "Such a big boy." She cooed as Damian's cock started to come to life. Damian froze in place for the first time honestly trapped by the cougar. He couldn't escape if he'd wanted to. Part of him wanted just to give in he'd never had an orgasm at eighty miles per hour, not in a car anyway and he hadn't been fucking the pilot of the plane! The other half of him was completely terrified that she was going to miss something and he'd end up plastered all over the pavement. The end result was his hips made the decision for him and thrust up to meet her hand. "How old are you Damian?"

"Twenty three." Damian gasped. It was a lie; he was actually twenty four and would be twenty five in less than a month. 

"Twenty three." She squeezed his cock. "You know I'm almost twice as old as you are?" She bit down on her lip. "You're younger than my son." She purred. "Bet you didn't know that when you saw me moving on the dance floor." 

Damian didn't have time to give her any response before they started pulling into her driveway. He'd known that he'd gotten a higher end cougar but he hadn't expected the nearly palatial house. The driveway was an arch that could easily handle a half dozen cars before the pull off for the five car garage. It was probably a five bedroom house from the look of it. "Holy shit." Damian muttered. At the same time Jessica practically hauled him across the center console by his cock and led him up the walkway. "Your husband?"

"Away on business for a week." Jessica answered pushing the front door open. As soon as it had closed behind them she shoved him against the wall and smashed her lips to his. "Even if he was home he wouldn't care." Her hand was still wrapped around his cock stroking him. "That's okay with you right?" Damian nodded. It occurred to him for a moment that he was the prey here. At some point that he wasn't aware of he'd lost control of the situation. He nodded. 

"Now what would you like to do with me?" Jessica was gently kneading his cock. A salacious smile crawled across her face. "Maybe you want to see my tits." Jessica only needed to shrug to bring the top of her dress down from her shoulders to upper arms revealing her full breasts in the process. He'd been wrong earlier, she was all natural. He could tell by the way her full ripe breasts hung like tear drops. The sight of her light pink nipples sent a rush of blood to his already engorged cock. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Jessica squeezed firmly to enhance her point.

"Maybe you'd rather I got down on my knees." Jessica lowered herself to the floor so her head was level with Damian's cock. Her bright blue eyes locked with his. It was a weakness of Damian's to look down at a woman. It never failed to send shivers up his spine and Jessica somehow knew. That was why she was batting her eyes slightly and leaning close to press her cheek against his hardening cock. "And suck you off." Her full lips pouted slightly. "I like sucking dick." She purred gently biting him through the fabric of his pants.

Careful to keep his eyes locked on hers Jessica reached between her legs and lifted her dress. She was nude beneath the dress. The only thing covering her at all was a trimmed patch of brunette curls proving she wasn't a natural blonde. "Maybe you just want to fuck me." Jessica's two middle fingers slid easily into her slick cunt. Damian's moan answered her question. "That's it isn't it? You just want to skip to main event?" 

Jessica rose back to her feet and kissed along Damian's throat then traced his jaw line. "I want to hear you say it Damian. Tell me you want to fuck me." Jessica kicked her heels off and wrapped on of her legs around his waist. Some how she managed to get his pants off at the same time so her wet pussy was rubbing directly against the tip of his cock with every move either of them made. "Say it."

"I want to fuck you." Damian snarled and kissed her. He penetrated her twice at the same time his tongue pushing past her lips to twist with hers in a tawdry kiss. Lower another set of equally greedy lips engulfed his cock. Jessica purred lustily into the kiss and started grinding her hips against him. She hopped up wrapping her other leg around his waist and braced herself against the wall. Just her hips were moving, churning his cock inside her buttery nethers. "Oh God." Damian gasped between kisses.

Jessica broke the kiss dragging her lips along his cheek to his ear. "Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to ride you at a gallop until you knees buckles." She lowered her voice until she was just breathing her words into his ear. "I'm going to squeeze you and make you pop like warm champagne." Her pussy clenched down around his cock as she spoke. "And then I'm going to do it again and again and again." She bit down on his ear lobe and tugged playfully punctuating each word with a squeeze of a tug. Damian moved his hands to her ass gripping her rump and forcing her up and down the length of his shaft. 

It only took a few minutes for Jessica to make good on her two of her promises. She was fucking him hard enough that the sound of her ass bouncing off his thighs was louder than any of the whimpers, moans or cries escaping their lips. One good squeeze that made him aware of every single inch of his cock and his legs went soft sliding the two of them down the wall to the floor. Jessica didn't break stride. She just kept riding him as fast as she could manage. Her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust until she cradled them in on arm holding them up in Damian's face. 

Damian opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around one of Jessica's nipples and started licking and sucking on her flesh. Every time his tongue flickered over her flesh she cooed lightly and pushed her chest towards him silently begging for more. It wasn't something she needed to beg for; he hungrily suckled at her tits moving from one to the other, occasionally lightly nibbling on her flesh.

Suddenly there was a slight flash in his head and the world narrowed. Jessica captured his face in her hands and hauled him back into the kiss that completed the circuit. The energy cycling through him, through them, was electric starting at his hips and sparking inside her. It traveled the length of her spine and she returned it via the kiss. It only needed a few repetitions before they both came. "Oh my fucking God." Damian whispered letting his head slump over her shoulder.

Jessica let him stay like that for a moment before picking up his head and kissing him again. "You know that's the best part of young men." She squeezed down again. "You're still hard." She smiled and just to show off how flexible she was she lifted one leg over his head and rotated so her back was to him and slowly started to rise and fall against the length of his cock. "I bet I can get you to come at least twice more." She whispered guiding his hands to her breasts. This time instead of the fast pounding she kept an agonizingly slow pace each time rising until only the tip of his cock remained then slowly sitting down until she was completely impaled. Once she was there her hips wriggled for a moment and started again.

"Please go faster." Damian's pleas fell on deaf ears though. Jessica kept going at her pace listening to his whimpers until she felt his cock beginning to quiver inside her. It was then she stopped all together and just ground her hips against him. 

"How long do you think I can keep you like this baby? Right there on the edge, just about to cum? One minute, two?" She paused slightly clenching down on his member. "I bet I could keep going until you lost all control and leaned me over and fucked me raw." Jessica bit down on her lower lip and threw her head back over his shoulder so her lips brushed against his ear. "Look at you. So close baby. I can keep at this all day." Her tongue shot out to flick against his ear. "Maybe I'll see just how long it takes for you to just go crazy."

Five minutes later Damian was still struggling, trying to thrust his hips up and catch her so he could cum. Then he felt something inside him fall away. One hand moved to her hair and pushed Jessica forward until her head was pinned against the carpet. The other wrapped around her hips keeping her ass up. Without waiting for permission he started fucking her. Damian fucked her as hard as he could manage, so hard her cries were squeaking out of her because the impact interrupted the sound. At that dizzying pace it only took a few moments to get another orgasm tearing through his body adding to the cum already flooding Jessica's cunt. Jessica was clawing at the carpet and pushing her hips back to meet his the entire time. 

"Wow. Do you always need that much encouragement to take control?" Jessica plied pulling away from Damian and rolling onto her back. "C'mon upstairs. I've got a lot to teach you?" She grinned.



Cougar in a College Bar



You've seen this general storyline before and for that I apologize. However, this story derives from an IM session I had with a thirty-something MILF with an abnormally filthy mind. She inspires my fantasies.

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When Dan first entered the world of gainful employment, his first job had him posted at a client's corporate headquarters in Raleigh, North Carolina for a few months. The assignment wasn't so bad, insofar as two of his friends were still attending North Carolina State, located in Raleigh. Dan worked, they studied and, more often than not, they met at various bars around campus for drinks later in the evening.

This story goes back to that time.

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He wasn't that surprised to see her hanging around the corner of the bar, near the dance floor. He'd seen her in this place before; many times, in fact. For the longest time, her patronage had perplexed him.

It wasn't so much that she seemed above it, or too good for it, but this particular bar simply wasn't frequented by people her age, situated as it was so near to North Carolina State's campus in Raleigh. Not that she looked old, or even out of place, really.

On second thought, perhaps she was somewhat out of place, given that most of the patrons of the bar were in their late teens and early twenties. To Dan's now-practiced eye, she was clearly in her thirties, and probably on the downward slide toward forty. 

Of course, "downward slide" is probably the wrong phrase. It implies old . . . frumpy . . . boring. And very clearly, she was none of these things.

At least based upon Dan's observations thus far. That he had seen her at the bar on a number of occasions proved Forest Gump's adage: life is like a box of chocolates -- you never know what you'll get.

On some nights, she really did look out of place. Low heels. A pair of khaki pants. A form-fitting yet still very respectable white oxford buttoned just above the swell of her cleavage, the starched collar flipped up. Her French-manicured nails and engagement ring were evident when she lifted a Cosmopolitan, the rose-tinted liquid dribbling into her mouth over the soft, muted red of her full lips.

And then there were other nights. Nights like this one. Nights when she made an effort -- for whatever reason -- to fit into the demographics of the bar. To be sure, an up-close-and-personal examination may have revealed very faint crows' feet at the corners of her eyes when she smiled. But that's all that gave away her true age, or at least an approximation of it.

It certainly wasn't her attire on these nights. There was only one way to describe her manner of dress: age-inappropriate. Not the moo-moos of certain grandparents, either. The other way, towards the clothes favored by girls Dan's age. Girls in their late teens and early twenties. Heels. Skirts that showed soft knees and tanned thighs. Super-snug Baby Gap tee-shirts or tank tops.

To look at Kristen Vickers tonight, one would never guess that she recently celebrated thirty-eight years on this earth. The open-toed, four-inch heels revealing bright red toe nails certainly didn't give it away. Neither did the silk skirt, the bottom hem of which brushed lightly against her taut thighs. And as she sauntered toward the bar earlier in the evening, the white, ribbed tank top that clung to her torso screamed "teeny bopper."

Actually, it didn't. Because her breasts were nearly bursting from the neckline as they wobbled with each step, it actually screamed "store bought." And because emblazoned across her chest -- distorted of course over the massive bolt-ons -- were the words "Boys Make Good Pets," the tank top also screamed "Cougar."

And gone was the muted lipstick. Tonight, her lips shone brightly. Red. Wet. Soft. But most of all, hungry. Also gone was the conservative, suburban-housewife manicure. More red. Fire engine red. Long nails.

From the other end of the bar, Dan watched her raise a dirty Martini to her lush lips. His cock stirred in his pants as he waited for the bartender to bring his drink. It stirred at the thought of her glossy lips stretched around his thickness. It lengthened at the sight of her engagement ring and wedding band flashing in the haze of the smoke-filled college bar. It lurched as he imagined her skirt bunched up around her waist, her bald, wet vagina being split apart by his cock, the thick head shoving her slick labia aside, stretching the silky inner walls of her cunt. Her long, manicured nails digging into his firm ass cheeks, willing him deeper, harder.

Her soft lips at his ear, hot breath tickling him. 'Fuck me, young man,' he imagined her whispering. 'Pound me. Stretch me. Abuse me.'

"That's six bucks, Dan."

The bartender, returning with a drink, startled him, and his daydream was brought to an abrupt and wholly unsatisfying end. His fat cock had slid down his thigh, hot, searing almost, and he felt pre-cum leak from its head.

"Thanks, Tony." Dan slid a ten-dollar bill across the bar and told him to keep the change. He nodded his head toward the woman, who was now leaning on the bar with her back to it, her eyes locked on the dance floor. "Who's that?" he asked the bartender. "I think I've seen her in here before."

"You have." Tony looked down the bar toward Kristen, then back at Dan, and raised an eyebrow. "Almost every Thursday night. More often, if her husband's traveling."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And she's friendly." He paused a moment. "If you understand what I'm saying."

Dan nodded. He understood. He was no stranger to the Hunt. The Cougar Hunt. It had become, over the previous few years, more than a pastime. More than a hobby. He lived for it.

Tony continued on. "But you gotta play it right with her."

"Yeah? How's that?"

"Come on strong. Real strong." He paused to pour a Bud draft for a kid in cargo shorts and a tee-shirt displaying his fraternity letters, then returned to the conversation. "Play the cocky college kid. Big man on campus. All that bullshit."

"Hm."

"Yeah. But she'll shoot you down, dude. Harshly, too. She can be a real bitch. I mean, just look at her. She knows she's got it. Jams it in your face. Almost invites you to play with her. And then, WHAM!"

Dan raised his eyebrows as Tony moved off to pour a few drinks for some sorority girls waving to him from the other end of the bar.

Dan thought he knew where this was headed. There are patterns to these types of women. Modus operandi, if you will, that they follow. But each Hunt is different because, alas, each woman is different, with her own method.

"But don't get discouraged," Tony continued. "Walk away. Take it like a man. Move on to the next girl."

Dan smiled. He definitely knew where this was going now.

"But make sure the next girl is young. Our age. Twenties. Flirty." Tony paused for a moment. "Oh, yeah. And make sure she has a small chest. No tits, Dan. Hit on a young chick with no tits and you'll get your reward."

Dan lost the thread on this one and confusion must have showed on his face.

"C'mon. Look at the tits on that woman. She didn't buy them for herself. Or for her husband. They're for guys like us. She loves to show off. To show what she's got. It'll drive her abso-fucking-lutely CRAZY if you shrug her bitchiness off and move on to some no-titted slut. Makes her feel . . . I don't know . . . like she's got to prove herself or something."

Dan was a bit skeptical, and it again must have showed.

"Trust me, dude. You play her this way and you know what?"

"Hm?"

"She will rock your fucking world. Trust me, dude. I've hit that before. Several times."

Dan wasn't too surprised at this revelation. A bartender in a college bar, getting laid? No shit?

Tony nodded as he wiped his hands on a bar towel, proud of himself. "She'll do anything. Anything you want. No boundaries."

Dan smiled broadly now.

"And the best part is, you don't even have to ask. She likes it a little rough. So just roll her over if that's what you want. Straddle her face. Whatever."

Dan's cock smiled along with him now.

"Just trust me on this. Send the little slut housewife into a jealous rage by moving off with some teeny bopper college bitch, and she'll be putty in your hands." With that last bit of advice, Tony gave a wink and moved off to serve another patron.

Dan picked up his drink and moved away from the bar, circling around the dance floor trying to get a better angle on Mrs. Kristen Vickers, to see her from the front. As he moved, he laughed to himself. 'It's a funny thing, this Cougar Hunting,' he mused. 'I'm the one on the Hunt, but what do I have to do to take the Cougar down? Play the Hunted. Be the Prey. I have to let her think she's in control.'

He stopped to stand on the opposite side of the dance floor for a moment and took in her beauty. Kristen took another sip of her Martini, her inflated chest pressed hard against the thin fabric of her tank top.

'No bra,' Dan thought to himself, her thick nipples tenting the soft cotton.

Her eyes were alight but fixated. She was staring, but Dan was not sure at what. However, given what he now knew of the lovely Mrs. Vickers, he could certainly fathom a guess. A man. A young man. A college student. Certainly not her husband.

But that was okay for Dan's purposes. In fact, it was preferred.

She bit her lower lip gently and Dan could see her shuffle her thighs, rubbing one against the other. She glanced at the elegant watch draped around her thin wrist.

Dan glanced at his own. 9:30. It was getting late. 'Probably has to get home soon,' he thought. 'Can't be out all night. Her husband will worry. Or get suspicious. How many movies can she see with the "girls," anyway?'

He made his way around the dance floor slowly, weaving between throngs of people. The vodka sloshed in his glass as he moved. Still half-full, he downed what remained of his drink before he reached the bar, saddling up on an empty stool next to Mrs. Vickers. He raised his glass to Tony, signaling his desire for a re-fill.

Tony's eyes locked on him for a moment, then shifted to Kristen, and back to Dan. He smiled and gave him a curt nod, as if to once again say, "Trust me."

While Tony poured his drink, Dan took a quick peek at her from the corner of his eye. Her back was to the bar still, leaning against it. Her elbows behind her, resting on the rail of the bar, caused her overstuffed breasts to thrust forward, to put themselves on display, and her engorged nipples serves as beacons to anyone that cared to home in on them.

Dan's mind registered again the filthy words that stretched across her ample chest and he groaned from deep in his throat. Her eyes flitted briefly his way before quickly moving back toward the dance floor, ignoring him.

Tony returned with his drink and Dan slid a twenty dollar bill across the bar. "Keep it," he said, ensuring that Tony got a little back for his helpful advice.

He then turned toward the dance floor, mimicking Kristen's position, elbows back on the bar. He then titled his head slightly toward the older woman. "I'm a boy," he announced, his eyes still cast on the dancing throng.

Her head turned his way slowly, her dirty blonde tresses brushing over her shoulders. It was barely there, but Dan could see it in her eyes: amusement. Like a cat about to pounce on a mouse.

But it disappeared just as quickly as it had presented itself, and she turned away again.

"And I'll let you pet me," Dan continued, a slight smirk distorting his lips. He knew that such an inflammatory statement would anger her, but he said it anyway. It was a means to an end. And the end had her married cunt impaled on his twenty-something, sperm-spitting cock.

Mrs. Vickers' head turned slowly, again, toward him. There was no amusement in her bright blue eyes this time. Only fury. Her soft, shiny lips were set in a scowl.

"Excuse me?" she asked, the irritation plain to hear in her soft southern accent.

Dan smiled, all arrogance and swagger and cockiness. He was waiting for Mrs. Kristen Vickers to take him down. Knock him down a peg or two. And then he'd saunter off, as per Tony's plan. He'd already picked out the little college slut who'd get to wiggle her demin-clad ass against his crotch right in front of the older woman, enraging her. She had no tits but was showing off what little she had in a baby-blue tank top.

He put his mouth close to Kristen's, inhaled the feminine scents of her shampoo, her perfume. "I'm a boy," he whispered, his warm breath caressing her inner ear. She didn't show it, but the sensation caused goose bumps to pop along her tanned arms and sent a shiver down her spine. "A big boy, but a boy just the same. And you can pet me all you want, ma'am."

He pulled away slightly, waiting for her reaction. His eyes drifted to hers, only to see fire. He'd done it. She's going to rip him apart now. He felt it, wanted it, couldn't wait for it to happen. The teeny bopper in the baby blue tank was at the periphery of his vision but he refocused his eyes on Mrs. Vickers. And waited.

But she was conflicted. That some young kid would have the nerve to talk to her that way! But she felt her nipples harden. And her vagina moisten. And it wasn't lost on Dan. He smirked again.

"You . . . arrogant . . . little . . . prick!" she spat. "Where do you get off talking to a married woman like that!?! I'm old enough to be your mother, for God's sake! I should have you thrown out of here, right on your little scrawny ass!"

Dan held up his hands, the smirk firmly in place and backed off a step or two. "Sorry, lady. I meant no offense."

He turned and eased onto the dance floor to find his bait. He saw her, and she saw him at the same time. He barely heard her joyous giggle over the constant thumping of the music. They weren't strangers, Dan and the college-aged bimbo. During his stay in Raleigh, he had met her through one of his friends and she became a convenient fuck whenever he, or she, struck out elsewhere.

They met on the edge of the dance floor and she snaked her thin arms around his neck, giving him a soft kiss on the neck. Dan took her in his arms and they danced for a few moments before he turned his attention back to the Cougar at the bar. It was clear she was still fuming over Dan's brazen approach. Or was she fuming that he had moved on to a little college girl?

Dan slid his hand down the young woman's back to her small, tight ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. The two continued to dance and Mrs. Vickers looked on in a rage. Her fury over Dan's audacity had subsided, then flickered again: he had chosen a flat-chested sorority bitch rather than pursue HER with more vigor.

His eyes still on Kristen, he leaned in and gave the girl a kiss on the mouth, their tongues battling each other as their lips smashed together. Through this, Dan's focus remained on the older woman, his eyes roaming up and down her lithe body, over her open-toed heels, up her bare, tanned legs and over her age-inappropriate skirt. He wondered briefly whether she was wearing panties or a thong. Or anything, for that matter.

They lingered on her protruding chest, taking in the words distorted by the swell of her inflated breasts. He tore his eyes away from her distended nipples to once again make contact with his Prey, and slipped his tongue into the college girl's mouth at the same time. His eyes smiled at Mrs. Vickers as he pulled away, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Kristen sucked the last drops of her Martini from the glass and turned slightly, distorting even more the wicked words across her chest, placing the glass on the bar, a ring of red where her glistening lips had been. She straightened her skirt and strode toward the dance floor, her movements more those of an angry mother than a Cougar on the prowl.

Dan's eyes widened at the woman's seeming aggressiveness but he held on to the bimbo, sticking his tongue in her mouth again. He was taunting her now. 'You rejected me, Mrs. Vickers? Fine. I'll take this little slut home, then.'

Kristen came to a stop, hands on hips, just before reaching the young couple. The young girl felt her presence and turned to look at her.

"Get lost," Mrs. Vickers ordered her. "I need to talk to my son about this positively disgusting behavior."

Dan smirked. 'Nice move,' he thought. He patted the young girl on the bottom, telling her it was okay, and she skipped off looking for another young man to entertain her for the evening.

He then turned back to Mrs. Vickers, facing her on the dance floor. The music around them was deafening. He didn't move. He just waited for her to do something.

Kristen raised her left hand, her wedding band and engagement ring glimmering in the bar's overhead lights. She beckoned Dan to follow her with a long, painted nail. Dan, of course, complied, maintaining the farce that she was the Hunter and he was the Prey. He followed her off the dance floor and she turned to face him.

Dan came to a stop just before her, her massive breasts against his muscular chest, so close that he could see the light powder on her cheeks. He leaned to his left and whispered in her ear. "Can I help you, ma'am?"

"You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you?" she spat back.

He straightened and smiled. "That little bimbo you just shooed away seems to think so."

Mrs. Vickers harrumphed, crossing her arms beneath her marvelous breasts; they nearly swelled from the neckline of her tight top. "Tell you what, little man. My husband and kids are expecting me home in about an hour. That means you've got half-an-hour to make a great pet."

"Well, ma'am. I'm not even sure what you're talking about here. All I know is that if I don't catch up with that girl, she's out of her with some other guy."

"Tough break for her, sweetie. Follow me," she commanded, turning on her heel to go.

Dan caught her gently by the arm. "I don't know about this, ma'am. After all, you're married. And . . . uh . . . I seem to recall some comment about you being old enough to be my mother."

"Quite true. I'm also an upstanding member of the PTA and a Daughter of the Confederacy. But that hasn't stopped me yet. Let's go."

Like a good puppy dog, Dan followed the older woman through the crowded bar and out the front door. But once outside, he again took her by the arm.

"So what am I supposed to do? Leave a sure thing behind the bar for you? For a married lady old enough to be my mom who has to be home to her hubby in an hour? Why would I do that?"

Kristen smirked and dropped her eyes to his crotch. "I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?"

Dan decided to toy with her a little. He shrugged his shoulders. "So tell me, ma'am. What incentive do I have to even find out? That girl back there has little in the way of morals, you know."

"Actually, I don't know. I don't know the first thing about her, nor do I care to. What I do know is that the PTA mom standing before you has less morality than an entire brothel full of little sluts like her. If you wanna pass that up, be my guest."

With that, Kristen turned and strode purposefully toward the parking lot. Dan, groaning deep in his throat, decided that enough was enough and dutifully followed the older woman. He smiled as he sought to catch up with her. 'Hook. Line. Sinker. I caught the Cougar by the tail.'

As they entered a parking lot down the street from the bar, Dan heard the double chirp of an alarm being deactivated. "Where we going?" he inquired.

"Sweetie," she sung in her sweet southern drawl, "we're not going anywhere."

With the push of a button, the sliding door of a deep blue Chrysler Town & Country mini-van slid open. Kristen leaned in, fiddled with a child's car seat and, when it came loose, pushed it toward the back of the van.

Dan's knees quivered.

"Get in," she ordered, and Dan again complied. He squeezed past the older woman, her bloated breasts squishing against his forearm as he did so. He climbed into the mini-van and half-slid, half-crawled across the first captain's chair to the next, on the far side of the cabin.




Cougar in a College Bar



Mrs. Vickers looked around before she climbed in after the young man. A manicured nail touched a button on the key fob and the door slid closed behind her, leaving the interior quiet, street traffic muted and barely audible.

"You gonna tell me your name?" he asked as she turned in her chair to face him.

"Ma'am or Mrs. Vickers will do just fine," she leered.

Her overt aggressiveness made Dan a little uncomfortable, but he recovered quickly and made himself comfortable in the captain's chair. "So, are you going to show me how immoral you are, Mrs. PTA Mother?"

She gazed at him devilishly without responding. Verbally, anyway. Instead, she slid off her chair to her knees and crawled between Dan's legs. She pushed herself up along his strong, young body until her gleaming lips brushed against his. She bit lightly at his lower lip before lunging against the young man, her soft, wet tongue penetrating his mouth. Their lips smashed together, smearing her bright red gloss, as their tongues dueled and a manicured hand reached to the side of Dan's captain's chair and it began sliding back.

"Now we're talkin'," he muttered when she pulled away from him. He lifted his hips off the seat while his hands reached for his belt.

"Let me do that, young man," she interrupted, swatting his hands away. Her slender, manicured fingers expertly but gingerly unbuckled his belt, pulled the button free, and slid the zipper down. She tapped his thigh and Dan raised his hips to allow the woman to pull his pants over his knees and down.

With an audible moan, Mrs. Vickers took in his muscular legs.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Mrs. PTA Mom," he taunted her.

"It's Mrs. Vickers to you," she corrected him sharply as her eyes fell upon the bulge in his boxers, her voice softening, "and I don't suppose that I have."

Dan's hand eased the hole in his boxers apart, revealing a glimpse of pink flesh wrapped around a thick tube of meat, and she moaned her desire. "Go get it," he commanded, his voice soft in the small cabin of the mini-van.

Mrs. Vickers raised her delicate hand and gently coaxed the cotton aside, widening the hole in his boxers, and Dan's cock sprang free, bobbing before her gleaming lips, her lust-filled eyes glossy now.

"You know you want it, MRS. Vickers," he teased, taking care to emphasize her marital status. "Why else would a married woman go to a college bar dressed like a tramp?"

The philandering woman groaned inwardly and, encouraged by the forceful words, closed her small fist around the fat cock still bobbing before her pretty face. She tugged and jerked it in her soft, warm palm for a few moments as blood rushed from other parts of the young man's body to fill his shaft. She then reached for the purse she had absently thrown between the two captain's chairs and extracted a small tube of lubrication.

Dan chuckled, unsurprised. "What a good little housewife you are. Keeping lube with you at all times. Guess you never know when it might come in handy, huh, Mrs. Vickers?"

She fished a small bottle from her purse. "It comes in handy on a daily basis, young man," she smirked.

Dan took the bottle from between her fingers and paused, trying to read the label in the faint light that filtered into the back of her soccer-mom mobile. He didn't really care what it said, though.

"It's Astro-Glide," she said anyway, "hidden in a lotion bottle."

Dan twisted the top off and poured a healthy dose of it along the length of his cock. He then reached for her left hand and placed it around his girth. "Start stroking, MRS. Vickers."

The older woman's fist closed tightly around the thick shaft and the vein running along its underside pulsed against the slick palm of her hand. "Oh, my," she muttered, her eyes locked now on the glimmering tower of twenty-something meat.

"A little . . . bigger . . . than your husband . . . huh?" he taunted, shifting his ass toward the edge of the seat.

"Mm-hm," she murmured absently, the lotion warming with the heat of the young man's cock. It lurched in her stroking fist and brought her back to the reality of the moment. The reality of having a young man's fat shaft in her tightly gripping fist, and she placed her other hand around it, double-fisting him, slowly stroking the magnificent specimen.

"That's . . . right . . . MILFY . . . Two . . . hands," Dan grunted, his breath now labored.

Mrs. Vickers' relatively small hands traversed the length of his cock, slowly twisting as she went. His cockhead filled with blood and turned shiny and deep purple when her engagement ring flashed in the filtered light.

Her eyes focused intensely on the sight before her as she lifted herself off her haunches and bent over the young man's lap. Her enormous tits bunched together in the tank top and threatened to pop free.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his fingers digging into the captain's chair's arm rests.

Mrs. Vickers continued her experienced assault on the young flesh, her slick fists moving up and down the length of his shaft with practiced ease. Dan's head fell back against the headrest and his hips bucked into the tight tunnel formed by the soft palms of her hands.

When she released him unexpectedly, he groaned his disappointment. His eyes eased open to find the cheating soccer mom pulling the too-tight tank top up and over her head, her gaze still locked on his slippery shaft. Her braless tits sat high on her chest, the lack of sag attesting to the skill of the surgeon that had installed them.

Mrs. Vickers leaned forward, toward him, and closed a fist around the base of his cock. She gently tapped his leaking cockhead against the soft but firm flesh of her breasts, rubbed it around her swollen, throbbing nipples.

"Oh, gawd," Dan moaned, his knuckles white as his fingers threatened to pull the arm rests free.

"Give me your finger," she whispered, prying one of his hands loose from the arm rest. She took it slowly into her mouth, her tongue washing over it, and then leaned closer to the young man, releasing his cock.

It sprang upright, the lubricated flesh slapping into the cleavage formed by her over-inflated tits.

"Uugghh," he managed, lifting his head enough to see his thick cock disappear between Mrs. Vickers' swollen tits.

His finger still in her mouth, her lips fastened tight around it, sucking, Mrs. Vickers' soft hands pressed against the outside of her tits, forming a tight chasm in which his cock was lost. She slid her mounds up and down the fat shaft, the angry-purple head peeking out from the top of cleavage with each thrust.

Beneath her, Dan's balls lurched with each thrust, so soft and warm and exquisite were the unfaithful woman's tits around his cock. "Oh, fuck, Mrs. Vickers," he grunted. "So fuckin' nice."

"You like . . . tittyfucking me . . . young man?" she said, breathless now from the exertion.

"Mm-hm . . . love sliding . . . my young dick . . . between the tits you promised . . . only to your husband!"

"Yesssss!" she hissed, her lips curled up in lust. "Fuck 'em, little boy! Fuck the tits . . . that nourished . . . my children!"

Dan nearly screamed and his balls shuddered at the nastiness of the adulterous whore's words. He pulled his finger from her still sucking mouth and put his hands on her shoulders, thrusting his aching shaft deep into her now sweaty tits, her breastbone crashing against the underside of his cock.

Above him, Mrs. Vickers sought desperately to keep the young, thick shaft where it belonged, right between her store-bought tits. She interlaced her bright red fingernails, criss-crossing them to hold the over-stuffed flesh in place.

Dan's hips arched violently up at the woman and his eyes fell to her engagement ring and wedding band and almost glazed over. "Love . . . your rings . . . MRS. Vickers," he grunted, still thrusting into her slippery, hot tits.

Her lips parted into a soft, almost loving smile. "Oh, yeah?" she whispered. "You like hubby's grandmother's ring scraping along your cock? Is that it?"

"Uuuggghhh," he groaned, eyes slamming shut.

"You fuckin' pervert" she spat, releasing her tits and slapping the head of his cock roughly against her engorged nipples. "Cum all over these tits, pervert! Cum on my rings!"

Dan's hands again found the arm rests and he held on tightly, his head lolling back and forth as he fought the urge to empty his cum between Mrs. Vickers' fat tits.

"Only if . . . you let me . . . fuck you . . . after I do!" he nearly screamed, her soft hand a blur along the length of his thick, glistening shaft. "I wanna . . . fuck . . . your married . . . cunt!"

Mrs. Vickers abruptly released his cock from her iron grip and plunged her wet, red lips over the raw, oily flesh.

"Uuuuuggggghhhhh!!!!!" he bellowed as her left hand closed around the base of his shaft, the glint of her engagement ring catching him in the eye.

Her head bobbed furiously up and down as she made a serious attempt to punch a whole in the back of her throat with the young man's cockhead. He put a hand on top of her head in an effort to slow her down, but she was in a fever, gobbling as much young dick as her sucking, slutty mouth would allow.

"You . . . gonna let me . . . fuck you . . . slut?"

Perspiration dripped from the end of her nose and darkened her locks, and Mrs. Vickers pulled her shiny, wet lips from the glistening shaft, her eyes drifting to his.

"Sweetie," she panted, her tongue darting out the lick up the underside of his shaft, "I promised my cunt to one man, and one man only."

Through a fog of lust, Dan looked at her incredulously as she again tried to swallow the full length of him. Here he was, in the back of her mini-van, with his cock deep in this married slut's throat, after having been buried in her tits, and she's pleading "fidelity"?

"You gotta . . . be fuckin' . . . kiddin' . . . right?"

Without removing the young man's shaft from her mouth, she merely shook her head left and right.

"Are you tellin' me . . . you've never had . . . strange cock in that cunt?"

Mrs. Vickers slammed her lips all the way to the root of his cock before popping it free with a smirk.

"Well," she breathed, her left hand vigorously stroking the pulsating shaft, "I guess you do have a point. But still, my pussy's off-limits."

She plunged her soft lips over his cockhead again but abruptly pulled off.

"You can, however, fuck me in the ass," she offered with a glint in her eye.

"Uuuggghhh," Dan groaned, lunging off the captain's chair and spinning the married woman around to the other captain's chair. She landed on her back, feigning surprise and discomfort, but Dan wasn't fooled.

He prodded her lithe legs in the air, hooking one over the front passenger seat, the other on the now-vacant captain's chair, and then felt around for the lube. Finding it, he drained its contents along the length of his cock, spreading it around as Mrs. Vickers' manicured nails scratched lightly at the head of his cock and his hanging nut-sac.

Dan shuddered at her gentle touch and pushed the soft, silk skirt back up around her waist. His eyes locked on the bald cunt that presented itself to him for the first time and he placed the pulsing head of his cock against her wrinkly asshole, causing the faithless housewife to squirm beneath him.

"This where you want it, MRS. Vickers?" he tormented the older woman, gently prodding the tight hole with his spongy cockhead. "Right here in the asshole?"

Mrs. Vickers squealed at his touch and ran her long, red nails down his well-defined chest. "Please," she mewled. "Don't tease me. Just give it to me."

Dan slowly pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of her anus, pausing for a moment.

"Pleeeeaaaasssseeee," she begged, wriggling her hips in an effort to suck more of the fat shaft into her overused asshole.

Dan pushed more of himself into her, felt the head pop through the ring, stretching it wide. Mrs. Vickers jumped, pleasure-pain coursing through her body, tingling nerves all over. He pulled back and shoved in a little harder this time.

"Oouucchh," she yelped, her breathing labored, her eyes wide.

Dan paused to allow her ass to acclimate to the fullness that now occupied it. "So, this little housewife likes young dick in her ass, huh?"

"Yessssssssss," the corrupt soccer mom hissed, her delicate hands reaching for his hips, hoping to pull him deeper into her asshole.

His fingers dug into the damp, pliant flesh of her hips and he leaned over her, driving more of his cock into her, shifting its angle of penetration. She grimaced at the new sensation as he bent to her ear, his cock moving slowly in and out of her butthole.

"Tell me, slut, you like it soft like this?"

"It . . . it hurts . . . a little," she whined.

"Or hard, like this!?!" With that, Dan reared back and slammed the remainder of the length of his cock into her asshole, his full balls slapping against the soft, tanned cheeks.

Mrs. Vickers' eyes screwed shut and a wail caught in her throat before being released. "FUUUUUUUUUCK!" she howled, her luscious body twisting this way and that on the captain's chair.

Dan pushed himself up to gain leverage and slid his cock from the overheated confines of the married woman's asshole, and then pounded it back in, impaling her tender asshole to the root of his cock.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!!!!" she wailed and the foot she had over the back of the passenger seat smashed into the roof of the minivan, her heel clattering against the dashboard before falling to the footwell. Dan's strong hands found her overblown tits and he gripped her distended nipples between thumbs and forefingers, twisting them savagely.

"Fuck me!" the immoral housewife screeched. "Fuck . . . my . . . married . . . asshole . . . little man!"

Dan started jackhammering his not-so-little cock into the depraved PTA president, his fingers twisting and pulling and tugging at her sore, meaty nipples.

"This how you like it, Mrs. Vickers!?!" he goaded.

Mrs. Vickers' left hand drifted over her firm belly and smooth, hairless crotch to her clit, her bright red nails a blur as she manipulated herself. "Yessssss!!!!" she responded before burying first two then three fingers between the folds of her flooding cunt.

Dan released his death-grip on her massive tits and leaned back a little, slowing the speed of his cock and taking in the sight of it buried in her married asshole while three of her slender fingers pillaged her now-gaping cunt.

"Don't . . . stop . . . fucking . . . my ass!" she managed, her voice cracking and her body quivering.

He again impaled the decadent woman's unfaithful asshole on his young shaft, groaning when her oversized, saline-injected titflesh wobbled atop her otherwise trim torso, the red of her nails and the platinum of her engagement and wedding rings dissolving into a steely crimson blur against her bright red clit.

"You gonna . . . cum . . . with a stranger's . . . cock . . . in your ass . . . you little slut!?!" he tormented the married woman, his cock speeding in and out of her stretched-out butthole.

"Yes, YESSSSSSSS!!!" she bawled, sweat glistening on her high cheek bones, matting her blonde tresses to her head.

"Bet your husband . . . would be . . . PROUD!!!" he tormented her again, crashing his pelvic bone into hers, crushing her small fingers against her abused clit. His balls lurched beneath him at the feel of her diamond ring imbedding itself into the firm flesh of his stomach.

Beneath him, Mrs. Vickers breathing came to a sudden stop. Her sinuous body quivered and quaked and shook and her legs went stiff, her feet slamming again into the roof of the mini-van. The muscles of her stomach contracted involuntarily and a gust of air burst from her lungs.

"Uuuuuggggghhhhh!!!!!" rumbled from deep in her throat as an orgasm overtook her abused body, firing the synapses of nerves located from her dainty feet to her bright red fingertips. Her neck twitched involuntarily as the first wave of orgasm washed over her and left her wasted.

A satisfied smile formed at the corners of her mouth and her fingers sped across her aching clit, Dan's thick cock continuing to punish her battered asshole.

Then her body went stiff again, legs quivering as they sought to close around his neck, to strangle him. He leaned into her this time, trapping her burning nipples between fingertips again, tugging roughly at the tender buds as Mrs. Vickers whipped her head back and forth, back and forth, sweat flying from the dyed ends of her dirty blonde hair.

His lips smashed into hers and their tongues dueled violently, teeth clicking loudly in his ears. Her spent body convulsed as the final waves of orgasm swept through her joints and muscles and nerves. Her fingers slowed, seeking to soothe her distended clit, aided by the copious amounts of fluid discharged by her saturated cunt as she tripped through her orgasm.

As her lush body started to relax and her breathing began to return to normal, she smiled again and ran her long nails up and down the young man's sweaty chest, his cock still buried in her pummeled asshole.

"I want you . . . to cum . . . in my . . . mouth," she whispered through gasps for fresh air. Her slender fingers pushed at his firm abdomen, willing his cock from her anus, but Dan just chuckled.

"I'm not done . . . with your holes . . . just yet." He pulled her right leg over her nearly lifeless body, effectively placing her face-down on the captain's chair.

"Whu . . . what?" she trembled, not expecting this.

Dan put a strong hand in the middle of her back and pressed down, forcing her chest into the seat of the captain's chair. Her surgically enhanced tits bulged out beneath her. With his free hand, he traced the head of his cock along the tan lines that framed her firm, tight ass, dragging the head closer to her asshole.

"You know, Mrs. Vickers," he began, his cockhead nestling between her ass cheeks, teasing her anal ring. "I've heard all of these rumors about you."

"What rumors?" she whimpered, trying to lift her torso off the seat. But Dan pushed between her shoulder blades, keeping her pinned down.

"I hear you give it up quite frequently," he announced, sliding the length of his cock up and down the cleavage formed by the married woman's ass cheeks. "That true?"

"I . . . uh . . . I don't know . . . I guess so," she relented, her body quaking with the anticipation of having her ass filled again.

"You guess?" he laughed, slapping his cock hard against her firm cheeks, watching them ripple slightly. "How many times, MRS. Vickers, have you hooked up in that college bar?"

"I dunno," she whimpered, her pretty face pressed into the seatback, sweaty hair plastered to her cheek. "A few, I suppose."

"A few times a WEEK, from what I hear," Dan chided, still teasing her with his cock against her gaping asshole. "And you expect me to believe that the only thing you give up is that sweet little ass?"

"Well . . . ," she began before he interrupted.

"Well, I don't think so." Dan shifted his hips slightly, allowing his dripping cock to drag down the crevice of her ass cheeks and brush against her clean-shaven cunt lips, her labia flowered outward.

Mrs. Vickers trembled at the thought of the young, steely cock so near to her cunt. He pushed his hips forward, forcing the topside of his shaft through her labia and along her tingling clit. Her cunt juices leaked out, coating his cock in a natural lubricant.

"You sure this cunt is for one man only, MRS. Vickers?" he taunted her. "Or for one man only PER NIGHT!?!"

"Oh, fuck. Please. Pleeeeeaaaassssseeee! Please just fuck me with that big . . . fat . . . young . . . cock!" she roared.

Behind her, Dan smiled as he pulled his cock back along her leaking cunt lips. He shuddered at the smoothness of her. "Fuck you where, Mrs. Vickers?" he teased.




Cougar in a College Bar



"In my cunt," she whimpered. "Please fuck . . . my married . . . cheating . . . cunt!"

With a groan born deep in his lungs, Dan thrust forward, spearing her with the entire length of his shaft. His heavy balls swung and slapped audibly against the backs of Mrs. Vickers' tanned thighs. He ground his hips against her, his pubic hair rough against her exposed asshole.

"Fffuuuccckkk!!!" she spat, savagely twisting and thrusting her hips against him, willing the young cock to penetrate her further, deeper, into her womb.

He abruptly withdrew, leaving only the overheated head of his cock in the married woman's quivering boy-hole. He jerked his hips once, twice, teasing her with the spongy head, and she whipped her head around, perspiration dripping from her nose and fire in her soulful eyes.

"Don't . . . fucking . . . tease me!" she nearly screamed.

Dan spanked her ass roughly in response, his palm and five fingers indelible on her tanned flesh. "Want me . . . to get a . . . rubber . . . you little . . . slut . . . housewife?" he managed.

"Nooooo," she mewled, reaching behind her and trying to pull the young man back into her yearning cunt again. "I'm on the pill."

"Good . . . little . . . wife," he muttered, impaling her once again on the thick, veiny slab of meat. His strong fingers sunk into the pliant, damp flesh of her hips as his own began pistoning into her, the slapping of their skin a rhythmic beat in the hushed confines of Mrs. Vickers' mini-van.

His steady but powerful thrusts into the adulterous woman soon had her face buried in the seatback of the captain's chair and a muffled, "Please fuck me," escaped repeatedly from her soft full lips.

Dan held tight to her hips, which were now thrusting back at him, meeting his every lunge as she attempted to skewer herself onto the young shaft. The cheeks of her ass rippled on each impact and he felt her cunt juice saturating the tender flesh of his swinging balls.

"What a foul-mouthed . . . little whore . . . you are," he grunted with a particularly brutal thrust into her yawning cunt.

Dan unexpectedly felt Mrs. Vickers' body go rigid. And then he heard it. The faint, muffled sound of a cellular phone ringing.

"Noooo!" she cried. "Not now! Not now! Why does he have to call right . . . fucking . . . now!?!"

Dan slowed the punishing pace of his virile young cock in the cheating cunt's adulterous hole as she reached for the cell phone buried in her purse. She pulled it out, confirmed that it was coming from her house, and reached back in her purse for her Bluetooth. Her breath still ragged, Mrs. Vickers slicked her damp locks behind an ear and fitted the wireless device over it.

"Hi, sweetie," she answered, her voice as sweet as apple pie. Behind her, Dan withdrew his dripping, overheated cock from her hole with an audible plop and tapped her on a soft, sweaty hip, signaling her to move to the other captain's chair.

"We just got out, hon," she said to her husband while she maneuvered herself across the minivan, nearly falling into the other chair. Dan knee-walked between her wide-splayed legs, placing one over his shoulder, the other against the side window.

"I should be home in . . . uh . . . I don't know . . . twenty minutes or so," she continued, her eyes locked on the slick tube of boy-meat that was now poised over the flowering lips of her cunt. Her pussy was so sodden that Dan slipped back into her with little effort and a grunt escaped her slender throat. "Or maybe half-an-hour," she managed.

Dan pushed into her loosened hole until he felt his pubic hair crush against her bald lips and grunted himself. Mrs. Vickers put a finger to her smeared but still shiny lips, shushing him.

"The movie? It was great." Dan pulled back, leaving just the bloated head of his cock in her, and then violently shoved his entire length back into her filthy cunt to the hilt. Two lungfuls of air grunted out of her and she furrowed her brow at him in anger.

"Just . . . uh . . . just getting into the mini-van," she covered, slamming a closed fist against the chest of the young man that was abusing her spoken-for vagina while she nonchalantly conversed with her husband. "But yeah, the movie was really great. We really . . . uh . . . really enjoyed it."

Dan leaned over the prone woman, his twenty-something shaft still slicing into her, and sucked a blood-engorged nipple into his mouth, closing his teeth gingerly over the aching teat.

"I . . . uh . . . I have to go, sweetie." She cupped her hand over the Bluetooth and mouthed, 'Faster, faster, faster.'

Dan pushed himself upright and held her by the waist, pistoning his young dick in and out of the woman's yielding cunt.

"I'm just . . . going to drop Janie off . . . and then . . . I'll be home." She reached above her and trapped one of Dan's tight nipples between the tips of her nails, digging them into his flesh. He gritted his teeth and shook his head violently, trying with all his might to keep the moan, the scream, from escaping his lungs. She let up the pressure a little and his eyes eased open, greeted by her lecherous smile.

"Love you, too, sweetie," she cooed. "See you in a few." Mrs. Vickers pressed a button on the Bluetooth to disconnect the call and ripped it from her ear. She hunched up against the young man and wrapped her thin, tanned arms around his torso, her sweaty, licentious body slippery against his.

"Oh, yesssssss!" she hissed as the young shaft resumed its brutal attack against the soft, stretched walls of her cunt. She buried her pretty face in the crook of his neck, her soft lips at his ear, her teeth nipping lightly at the lobe. "Fuck me . . . sweetie!!!"

Dan's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his thrusts lost their rhythm. Sweat poured from his nose and was lost in her damp locks. His breathing became erratic and he felt his balls contract beneath him.

"Cum in me," she whispered, her voice hoarse now. "Dump that . . . twenty-something load . . . deep in my . . . married . . . hole!"

"Uuuggghhh." His stomach twisted so hard that he thought he might vomit. Instead, his balls lurched and the head of his cock tingled. Around his thick cock, Mrs. Vickers' cunt moistened and seemed to envelop his shaft in a searing heat. Her massive tits squished softly against his chest, her hardened nipples seeking to pierce the flesh of his chest.

"Whaddya think of my morals now, little boy?" she moaned, her slender fingers and manicured nails digging into the muscular cheeks of the young man's ass.

"G . . . gut . . . gutter," he managed to emit, his eyes screwed tight.

"That's right," she taunted, thrusting her pelvis at him, forcing more of the fat, young dick into her loosened cunt, jamming her blood-engorged clit against his pelvic bone. "Fuck this gutter slut! Fuck your young . . . fat . . . dick . . . into my . . . PTA . . . soccer . . . slut . . . cunt!!!!"

Dan collapsed on the unfaithful woman. His arms snaked beneath hers and up to her shoulders, pulling her tight against his shuddering, muscular body and sending the full length of his cock against the back of her cunt so forcefully that her breath was forced from her lungs, rushing past his ear. His heavy, cum-laden balls heaved once and then again before ejecting an inordinate amount of sperm. His entire body jerked against the still-humping housewife as a torrent of cum spat from the tip of his cock and splashed against the silky walls of her convulsing cunt.

"There you go, young man," she hissed into his ear, her soft, wet tongue swiping around his ear lobe and into its inner recesses. Her legs involuntarily lifted around his waist, her soft heels battering into his ass, keeping the young cock firmly ensconced in her overheated and saturated cunt.

Dan could only whimper atop her, her fat tits crushed between their heaving bodies and his balls aching as they dumped another load of semen into Mrs. Vickers.

"Give me more," she urged him on, her heels pulling him tighter into her. Her long fingers, still on his ass cheeks, spread them apart, a bright red nail inching closer to his asshole. When the smooth tip brushed against his puckered anal ring, Dan's entire body nearly jumped.

"Uugghhaahh!" he screamed, his voice jumping a few octaves as the tip of Mrs. Vickers' manicured finger invaded his asshole.

The debauched housewife felt his young cock expand within her smoldering hole and, not a moment later, unleash yet another blast of scalding sperm. His heaving body jerked and shook on top of hers, smashing brutally against her oversensitive clit, triggering another orgasm of her own.

The mismatched pair trembled together through their orgasms, sweat on sweat, cum on cum, his spitting cock piercing her where no man other than her husband ought of have been, her thickened nipples scraping along his muscular, hairless chest.

"Holy . . . fuck," he muttered, the pace of his cock slowing inside her as it started to slacken. "In-fuckin'-credible."

Mrs. Vickers pulled her beautiful face -- her make-up now destroyed by their combined sweat -- from the crook of his neck and kissed the young man along the line of his jaw until her full lips found his. She sunk her soft tongue into his mouth, her lust still rabid.

"This fuckin' sucks," she breathed into his mouth, her long, red nails gliding up and down the length of his shaft when he withdrew from the wreckage of her cunt. "I wanna play with this thing all . . . night . . . long."

Dan pushed himself off the spent woman, his cock thickening with her manipulation and the sight of her oversized, sweaty tits rising and falling with her chest as her breathing slowed. He took his shaft by the root and lightly slapped the mushroom head against her clit, watched as a droplet or two of cum flew from its tip and landed on her belly. He leaned over and took one of Mrs. Vickers' still-hardened nipples between his lips and sucked lightly, gently easing his hardening shaft back into her. "Then call your husband back," he muttered as he sucked as much titflesh into his mouth as he could muster.

But her slender fingers pushed at his shoulders, shoving him away. "Oh, no," she laughed, adjusting her hips so that the young shaft dislodged from her sloppy hole. "As much as I'd like it, sweetie, I have no time for that."

Dan fell back to his haunches, gathered his clothes and the two started dressing. They both exited through the sliding door and he walked her to the driver's door, opening it for her.

"What wonderful manners you have, young man," she smiled, a twinkle in her bright blue eyes.

"As always, for a lady," he responded in kind.

She climbed into the driver's seat and pulled the door shut before rolling down the window. She beckoned him closer with a crook of her manicured finger, and Dan leaned in through the window.

Mrs. Vickers slid her hot, wet tongue into his mouth again and traced a long nail down his jaw line. "I'm no lady, young man," she whispered into his mouth. "Just a married slut that really enjoys young dick."

Despite the aching in his balls, Dan laughed and pulled back. "Will I see you again?"

She raised her eyebrows as if to say, 'Who knows?' before driving off. 



Cougar Italiano



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

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Finding a small gap at the bar, I squeezed my way in and ordered another beer. The fact that I didn't order a bottle of mass-produced domestic swill attracted the attention of the woman I had squeezed in next to and she asked me about the type of beer I had ordered. She was a very attractive older woman who, although she had aged quite well, must have been an absolute goddess in her younger days. She looked very Italian to me, with thick, dark hair and a slight olive tinge to her complexion. I managed to keep from tripping over my tongue as we started talking about good beer and, because she had a glass of red wine in front of her, good wine. I completely forgot about the friends I'd been hanging out with the longer I talked with this stunning older woman who must have been at least twice my age, though I was only in my early twenties at the time. I managed to teach her a little bit about good beer while she taught me a little bit about good wine, especially good Italian wine since both of her parents had been immigrants.

The conversation went so swimmingly that we eventually ended up leaving the bar together to go to her place for some of that good Italian wine. We caught a cab the short distance and, as she led me up the steps, I admired her ass wrapped in a short, tight skirt. The high heels didn't hurt the way her legs and ass looked either. I was glad she hadn't worn a low-cut top because I never would have been able to keep my eyes off her cleavage at the bar, though I did notice that her tits were quite substantial. Inside her apartment, she selected a bottle from the small wine rack on the top of her refrigerator while I continue to admire her ass. She had me open the bottle as she found a couple of wine glasses with broad bowls, pouring immediately as she explained that she didn't believe that letting the wine breathe would improve the flavor that much. Glasses in hand, she led me to her living room and we sat on the couch, chatting again as we sipped our wine, but eventually kissing and, after setting our glasses on the coffee table, making out.

My hand naturally ended up on her tits as I felt a lacy texture to her bra through her top as well as a couple of very stiff nipples. Her hand moved from my thigh up to massage the bulge in my pants until she finally said that she was going to suck my cock. I asked her if she would strip down to her lingerie first and blow me wearing only that. She was game and stood before me to strip down as I watched attentively. She peeled off her top to reveal her succulent breasts encased in an extremely sexy, lacy bra that revealed plenty of cleavage. While my eyes were glued to her tits, she reached back to unfasten and unzip her short skirt, then shimmied it over her hips, making her tits jiggle, and let it drop to her ankles. I was ready to blow a load in my pants as I admired a very fine, though by no means perfect, physique that would have made women half her age jealous. She graciously turned to show me that she was wearing thong panties, which looked outstanding on her ass.

Once she felt she'd modeled for long enough and that I was sufficiently impressed, she knelt between my legs and started to unfasten my belt. My attention was between her hands at work getting my pants opened up and her cleavage but hers was on the bulge in my briefs as she got my pants open. She ran her hand over it before grasping the waistband of my briefs as I raised my ass up off the couch. My pants and briefs were quickly at my ankles and my cock standing straight up as she worked my pants and briefs completely off. That done, she grasped my cock in one hand and ran her tongue up the shaft and around the head several times before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned as she slid her hot mouth down my tool, then back up again, pausing briefly before she started to suck my cock in earnest. I just watched, running my fingers lightly through her long hair, as my cock disappeared between her lips repeatedly.

She was pumping the base of my shaft as she was sucking and would pump the full shaft when she paused to lick my balls. I had been completely worked up before she'd even undressed, so I was feeling an intense orgasm beginning to build from the moment she first slipped my cock into her mouth. She was definitely talented, probably more so than anyone I'd ever experienced up to that point in my life, and was able to prolong my pleasure much longer than I ever would have thought possible given my state of arousal. She also appeared to be enjoying having my cock in her mouth as much as I enjoyed having her mouth on my cock. When my cock wasn't in her mouth, she was breathing as hard as I was, as if she was building toward her own climax.

She seemed to know when I was at the point where I desperately needed to blow my load and that she should stop trying to draw out my climax. She changed her technique enough to allow my orgasm to build up, my cock swelling even more, until I exploded with a moan of pleasure into her hot mouth. She continued sucking, swallowing every drop of my cum, until I was completely spent, then continued to gently nurse my tool until it started to soften. She let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me, smiling, and actually thanked me. I told her that she was the one who had earned the thanks and that I wanted to show my appreciation by returning the favor. She didn't argue and downed the rest of her wine as we swapped places.

As I knelt before her, we made out again as I fondled her tits before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. I had to back up slightly as I started to slide her bra off so that I could get a good look at her succulent tits. They were absolutely luscious, with large, dark pink areolas and hard, thick nipples, so I immediately lowered my head and started to lick and suck her nipples. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned as I lavished attention on both of them. I could have spent hours enjoying them but I knew that her pussy must be dripping by this point, so I start kissing my way southward over her stomach to the elastic of her thong panties. Her legs were spread wide, so I kissed her inner thighs before pulling her panties aside to expose a shaved pussy topped with a narrowly groomed dark brown bush. I started lapping up her juices, running my tongue up her slit, then licked and sucked her clit at I slipped first one, then a second finger into her hot, slippery pussy.

She was moaning and writhing as I devoured her pussy, my fingers sloshing in her dripping depths. As I gazed up past her looming breasts to the look of raw passion on her lovely face, I could feel the blood already trying to return to my spent cock. I resolved to give her an incredible orgasm and be ready to fuck her by the time she'd recovered. Her reaction gave me confidence that I was doing a good job, which I only would have questioned because I expected that she was much more experienced than I was. Since she was clearly well on her way, I continued what I was doing with even more enthusiasm, which resulted in an even more enthusiastic response from her. I didn't have any tricks up my sleeve to draw out the pleasure she was experiencing as she had for me, but I got the sense that she wouldn't have any complaints about that.

She started getting louder while writhing faster as I felt her pussy getting even juicier. I was really enjoying going down on her because she wasn't afraid to be very responsive to what she was feeling. I felt her starting to tense up as she held my head in place and knew that she was just about there. While I wasn't disappointed that I had managed to provide her with so much pleasure, I felt as though I could have camped out between her spread thighs for a lot longer. Her low moans had gotten higher in pitch the more she tensed up but when she suddenly went limp and her body shuddered, the moans were much lower again. I continued to lick and finger her as her body shook and only raised my head when she relaxed her grip enough to allow me to do so. I slipped my fingers from her pussy directly into my mouth to suck off her pungent nectar as I watched her chest heaving while she caught her breath.

I reached over for my wineglass and downed the rest of my red while my eyes traveled over her nearly naked figure and my cock continued to grow stiffer. Her legs were still spread and her panties askew so I was admiring her trim little bush and her smooth pussy lips. My gaze traveled up over her stomach to her heaving breasts and the hard nipples topping them. By the time my eyes rested on her face, my cock was nearly rigid again and her eyes were beginning to open. She beckoned me closer so I set my wineglass down and leaned in so that we could make out again as I guided my stiff cock to her pussy. Placing the head between her slippery lips, I eased it in, feeling the warmth and slickness along the entire length of my shaft. She moaned into my mouth as I fully embedded myself and slowly started to fuck her.

While her pussy wasn't the tightest one I had ever fucked, it was so hot and so wet that it really didn't occur to me as I was sliding my cock in and out of her. We continued making out and she reached around to grip my ass while I brought a hand up to fondle her luscious tits. I kept up with the leisurely pace, relishing the feel of her pussy on my cock, her tongue in my mouth and her nipples against my palm. Eventually, when a change of position seemed warranted, I moved back and slipped out of her while suggesting that she turn around and kneel in front of me. She joined me on the floor and leaned on the seat of the couch while I admired her ass and ran my hands over it before sliding her panties off and guiding my cock back into her. In this position, I started out holding her by the hips as I was bouncing my own hips against her ass, but soon moved my hands up to cup her breasts, hefting their weight as her hard nipples brushed against my palms.

As I was enjoying her breasts while giving her a good fucking, she reached a hand down and started to stimulate her clit. It didn't take long before her heavy breathing turned into soft moaning as she started pushing back against my incoming thrusts. Incredibly, her pussy was feeling even hotter and more slippery the longer I fucked her and I could feel my second orgasm beginning to slowly build. I tried to maintain the slow and steady pace, but as she was pushing back against me and her pussy was feeling so good, I couldn't help but gradually fuck her harder and faster. Her soft moaning had become louder and longer as she pushed back harder and her pussy continued to become more engorged. My orgasm was building faster but still not fast enough to beat her to the punch. She finally pushed back against me and let out a cry of pleasure while I felt her trembling as she came again.

When she finished cumming, she pulled away and straightened up, then moved away from the couch and lay on her back on the floor with her legs splayed wide. Still on my knees, I moved over to her with my cock, shiny with her juices, bobbing in front of me. I had to admire her physique again and remind myself that this was the body of somebody likely in her fifties. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be there with her and decided not to waste any more time that I could be spending deep inside her hot pussy. I did tell her, though, as I guided my cock back into her how incredibly hot she was. She thanked me for saying so before she stuck her tongue back in my mouth. I supported myself over her, feeling her breasts against my chest, as I was thrusting in and out of her, now in pursuit of my own orgasm. She brought her feet up off the floor and rested her heels on the small of my back as I pushed into her as deeply as I could.

My orgasm was slightly delayed by our change of position, but it didn't take much time of fucking her hard on her living room floor before it was building quickly again. I savored the pleasure I was feeling as well as the somewhat unique situation of fucking a fifty-something hottie on her floor, not knowing at that point whether this would be a one time occurrence. My cock began to swell even more as I got closer to cumming and I just kept fucking her harder and faster until I finally exploded with a grunt, spewing deep into her hot pussy. I continued thrusting with each spurt until I was spent then pulled out and collapsed next to her. We both lay there catching our breath for a few minutes, then smiled at each other and kissed tenderly, agreeing that it had been friggin' hot.

Once we recovered, she invited me to join her in bed and spend the night. We left our clothes and wineglasses behind and, with very little in the way of ablutions or other preparations, fell into her comfy bed and slept naked in each other's arms. I don't know what woke me first the next morning, the sound of the front door closing, the loud voice yelling "Ma?" or Gina jumping out of bed. She was grabbing her robe off the back of the door while gesturing for me to remain quiet then left the bedroom, closing the door behind her. This being a typical New York apartment, I could hear everything that went on outside of the bedroom about as clearly as if I was standing right there. Apparently her daughter had showed up unannounced along with her own two daughters who both wanted to know why there were clothes all over Grandma's living room. I guess her daughter noticed that some of the clothes were men's and that there were two wineglasses and put two and two together. Sounding a bit put off, she gathered up her little ones and explained that Grandma wasn't quite out of bed yet, so they'd have to come back later.

It was a couple of minutes after I heard the door chain, which we'd apparently missed the previous night, before Gina came back into the bedroom. She looked a little sheepish, but I was glad that she wasn't suddenly ready for me to get the hell out of there. She apologized and I told her not to worry about it and that they could have arrived at a much worse time. She went wide-eyed as she agreed with me then asked if I was weirded out to know that she had grandchildren. I told her that I had never knowingly fucked a grandmother before and found the idea strangely arousing, then flipped back the covers to show her that I was completely rigid. She looked pleasantly surprised, then quickly shed her robe and straddled me, guiding my tool between her lips and lowering herself onto it.

She moaned and a shiver passed through her as she sat there for a moment just feeling my girth inside her. Slowly, she started to ride me, her pussy again feeling totally hot and slippery, though my focus was on her tits bouncing in front of me. I reached up to fondle them as she rode me, running my hands over the smooth skin and lightly caressing her hard nipples. She dropped a hand down to caress her clit as she rode me, her pace gradually increasing as I continued to fondle her bouncing tits. The bed was squeaking and I was glad once again that we hadn't been doing this when her daughter had showed up. She kept getting louder and riding me harder and eventually leaned forward, propping herself up on her arms which were planted on either side of my head. I let go of her tits, feeling them brush against my chest as they swayed back and forth, and ran my hands around to grip her ass.

I wasn't surprised that she was getting close to cumming already because she clearly knew her body very well and knew how to get the maximum pleasure while riding me. I could feel the beginning of my own orgasm but felt confident that she'd be cumming before I did. I pushed up into her each time she came down on me, hoping to give her even just a bit more pleasure as her orgasm got closer. Her tits were really swinging, the harder and faster she rode me, while her moaning got louder until she slammed herself down and shuddered as she came again. I lay there watching and feeling the muscles inside her pussy working until she opened her eyes and looked down at me, breathing hard. I suggested that she roll over onto her back.

She climbed off my cock and was lying on her back as I was getting up off of mine. She spread her legs, but that wasn't my destination; I straddled her and lay my cock between her luscious tits. She squeezed them together for me and I started to fuck them. I was holding onto her headboard as I slid my throbbing cock between her soft, smooth tits and felt the orgasm that was beginning to build continue to do so. Gina watched the head of my cock as it popped out of her cleavage, holding her tits together to provide the pleasurable friction. Seeing her pretty face staring intently at my cock and her tits squeezed together around it aroused me to incredible levels on top of the feel of actually sliding my cock between her tits. I was fucking them slowly, enjoying the pleasure of the gradual build, but as it got closer, I was fucking a bit faster.

My breathing was a bit harder as my cock started to swell with my impending orgasm and, when I finally started shooting my load onto her chest, I let out a moan of relief. Gina's eyes were wide and she jutted out her tongue but wasn't able to catch my weak load. Once I was spent and had started to move off of her, she cleaned up my cum with her finger and licked it off while I watched. We were just lying there when her phone rang and, after looking over at the caller ID, she decided she'd better take it because it was her daughter. I lay there for a few minutes listening to one side of the conversation, the gist of which was that Angela was aghast that her mom had a man in her bedroom and that Gina had no intention of moping around for the rest of her life just because her husband had died. I got up and went to use the bathroom while the conversation continued, then headed to the living room for my clothes.

I was just starting to get dressed when Gina came out wearing her robe again. She asked if I was running off and I just said that I thought I shouldn't be there when Angela came back. Gina assured me that Angela wouldn't be coming by without calling for a while and said that she wasn't letting me leave without breakfast; I'm sure she didn't mean that to sound as maternal as it did. I agreed to stay but continued to get dressed then did what I could to help her. The apartment smelled great with the combination of the cooking food and the brewing coffee and I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around Gina from behind as she cooked. I thanked her for having me over as I squeezed her and she turned to kiss me before telling me that it was her pleasure and that she hoped it wouldn't be the last time. I got a sense that this was almost an inquiry so I slipped my hands into her robe to cup her breasts as I told her that even Angela wouldn't be able to keep me from coming back.

As we ate, she assured me that Angela would never feel good about her being with somebody other than Angela's late father, so we would be better off being as discreet and careful as possible. I told her that we might be safer if she just came to my apartment and asked if she wanted to come over and watch the Giants on Sunday Night Football that night. Her response left no question about how she felt: "You're a Giants fan? As if there wasn't already enough about you to like." 



Cougar Love



I was just arriving at one of the local hangouts my friends and I go to on Friday nights. I didn't see my buddies so I went up to the bar to get a drink. Out of the corner of my eye this woman walks up to me.

"Can I buy you a drink?" She asked me.

I will always accept freebies from women, however this woman was much older than me. She said her name was Amy and I took her to be in her early fifties. I wondered why she was hitting up on me. I was twenty-five and I really didn't get into older women. She asked me to go over to a table and sit with her for a few minutes. I figured it was the least I could do.

Once we sat down I could get a closer look at Amy. She had sandy brown hair and was on the petite side. She was cute and she kept herself up from the looks of things. When she spoke she cut right to the chase.

"Listen, I don't like to play a lot of games at bars. Will you come home with me tonight?" Amy asked me.

I was sort of taken by surprise to be honest. I hadn't run in to my friends yet, and Amy wanted me to bed down with her for the evening.

"I'll make it worth your while," she threw that bit of information in as well.

I couldn't bring myself to ask what that meant, but I needed to give her an answer pretty quickly. I guess I was thinking with my cock that night. I was damn horny and I figured, what the hell, this could be fun. I told her I would come home with her and we left the bar really early. I got into my car and followed her back to her place.

Amy had a nice condo in the rich part of town. We went inside and Amy went back into the bedroom to get prepared I guess. When she came back out she had the shearest nightie on I had ever seen. She also didn't have any panties or bra on underneath.

"What do you think, Tom? Amy asked.

I think I had my mouth open at the time, just staring at her naked body underneath that nightie.

"Very nice," I told her.

She motioned me to follow her back to the bedroom. Once we got there Amy started to strip me of my clothes. It only took a few minutes until I was standing naked in front of her. My cock was already semi-erect. Amy did the rest. She knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her hand. She brought it up to her mouth and inhaled my dick.

Amy knew her stuff, that was for sure. She immediately took me right down to the root. My cock was resting down her throat and Amy didn't gag either. She sucked me all the way down as she fondled my sacs as well. It didn't take long before I was hard as could be. Amy then pulled off and got up and led me to the bed.

Amy took off the nightie and got on her back. I crawled in between her thighs and started to run my dickhead up and down her wet slit. Amy wanted it bad, that much was for sure. She reached out and took hold of my shaft and aimed it at her opening. I just looked down at her for a moment and I sunk my rod all the way in.

"Oh fuck!" Amy started screaming.

We didn't even work up to it, we just started to fuck like crazy from the get-go. I plunged my dick in all the way. My balls were pressed against her ass cheeks and Amy wrapped her legs around my back. I was surprised how hot, fucking a fifty-one year old woman could be. Amy just craved cock. It was simple as that.

I lowered my mouth and I took each nipple into my mouth. I was sucking and biting each brown nipple. They both became hard and erect from all the action I was giving them. Amy was moaning as well. It was plain she loved all the attention my sucking was doing. 

"When you get close, don't pull out, I want you to cum in me," Amy said.

I was glad she told me that. I really do hate wearing rubbers and I love the feeling a hot pussy and my bare cock can make. Our pubic bones were hitting and I felt like I finally might be getting close. I sped up and lost control of myself. I started to flood Amy with my love offering.

As soon as she felt me she went into an orgasm of her own. I could feel her body shake as I continued to pour more of my hot, white seed into her belly. I could look down and start to see my cum leaking out of her opening and down her bottom. I always found that so hot. We continued to do it for a period of time. Amy was milking me of every drop I had in my body.

We eventually slowed down and my dick finally slid out of her drenched pussy. Amy just closed her eyes and didn't say a word. It looked like she was spent from all our hard fucking. Amy finally opened her eyes.

"That was the best lovemaking I have had in a long time, Tom. Thank you." She told me.

Amy did get up from the bed and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. When she came back we ended up doing it one more time. Amy somehow got me hard again with her mouth. This time she mounted my erection and rode me. Amy evidently needed it badly still. Her ass was slapping against my groin as she slid up and down my prick.

I was able to go longer this time around. I did give her what she liked from the first time we fucked. I found her tits with my hands and I got those nipples hard by pinching them. Amy was squealing as she rode my dick. It was almost like fucking a woman in her twenties. She begged for my cock at times and I lifted my ass up and drilled her hard.

"Don't stop Tom, please! Keep fucking me."

I had no intention of slowing down or stopping. We must had fucked for forty-five minutes or longer. I was surprised to feel like I might cum again. I thought I was all emptied out, but it wasn't the case. I fired more of my cream into Amy's belly. This time around Amy started to squirt her love cream all over my hard prick.

There was so much wet juice all over us when we finished up. Amy got a towel to clean up as much of our fuck juice as she could. We then fell asleep in each others arms. When I awoke the next morning Amy was already up. I went to reach for my clothes and I found a wad of money lying on top of them.

Amy then walked in the bedroom and I asked her what this money was for.

"I promised you I would take care of you," she told me.

"I'm not a gigolo, I don't accept money from women for having sex with them," I told her.

I was sort of pissed and I guess Amy could tell from my face I was not pleased.

"The other young guys I am with always expect money from me," she said.

"I am not like the 'other young guys'," I told her.

"I'm sorry," Amy said. She gathered up the cash and put it back in her purse.

"I really should be going," I told her.

I quickly got dressed and headed for the door.

"Please don't be mad at me Tom, I really want to see you again," Amy said.

Amy gave me her phone number and then I left. I was simmering a bit as I drove off. I guess she figured she had to pay young guys to sleep with her. I just didn't operate that way with anyone. The more I thought about it, I needed some space from Amy so I didn't call her for a few weeks. When I did finally contact her, Amy was totally different to me.

She said she had fallen in love with me and was hoping I might move in with her. It seems Amy's husband had been fooling around at work. He was some big boss at a corporation. Amy found out and she sought a divorce. Amy's ex had lots of money and now Amy owns her condo and a nice car. She has enough money in the bank so she never has to work another day in her life.

I didn't like what I was hearing. I wasn't about to become a 'kept man.' The other big problem was Amy was twice as old as I was. I was just starting out in my career. Amy wanted to kick back and find a young guy to enjoy things with her. I told her I couldn't do as she asked. She got mad and hung up on me.

A little while later she called and asked me to come by and sleep with her that night.

"You did enjoy fucking me, didn't you Tom?" Amy pressed me to find out.

"Of course I enjoyed the sex," I told her. "I just not ready to move in with someone after I slept with them one time."

"I need your cock in me Tom, please, I want to feel your cum deep in my pussy like before." Amy pleaded with me.

The sex had been fantastic, the rest of this nonsense was getting to me, however. I was stupid that night. I went to Amy's condo and I fucked her like she wanted. Amy got on all fours for me and I drove my cock deep into her pussy. I think I just fucked her because I was still pissed. Amy didn't seem to care one way or the other. She just need my cock and she ended up getting it from me.

I fucked her on all fours and then we got into the shower to clean up afterwards. I took Amy under the wet stream of water. She placed her hands on the shower wall and I entered her from behind. Each fuck stroke nearly lifted her feet up from the tub floor. I ended up giving her two loads of my hot semen that evening. However I didn't stay overnight. I left promptly after we finished up having sex.

I was pissed at myself for giving in to my urges. I have vowed not to give into Amy's wet pussy again. So far I have managed to last three weeks now without seeing her. She does call me all the time trying to break me down and have me stop by for more sex with her. I know if I give in once more I will be her plaything for a long time coming.



Cougar Meat



Our company just got out of Chapter 11 and there was a big reorganization in all the top jobs. A lot of our big guys are out looking for work. A lot of little guys like me are looking too. I got lucky. I'm still here but I'm not sure for how long and I'm sweating it out. The new brass arrives tomorrow. Some guy named BB Taylor that I've never heard of.

My girlfriend -- almost fiancée -- survived too and if we make it to next year we plan to get married. I was at her apartment finishing up spaghetti and Chianti -- my favorite to eat and hers to fix because it's so simple. 

"Safe so far," Betty said. "Most of the people we're gonna lose have been lost already."

"Yeah, but there'll be a few more," I said. "It all depends on this guy BB Taylor."

"Who is he?" Betty asked. "What have you heard about him?"

"Nothing -- nada -- except he's from back east. The Delaware office I think."

"You remember my friend Bridget?" Betty asked. "She moved to the Delaware office last year. She'll know something."

Betty looked at her watch. "It's not too late to call her."

She grabbed the phone and went into the living room. I picked up the dishes, rinsed them off, and put them into the dishwasher. When I got in the living room Betty was nodding her head as she listened to what sounded like a long story from Bridget.

"Oh Jesus!" Betty said.

Then I listened to one side of a complicated conversation with long pauses while Betty listened, fascinated, to the answers to her questions.

"Oh my God!"

"How many guys?"

"That's hard to believe!"

"And what if a guy won't?"

"What happened to him?" 

"Oh shit!"

"How could she do that?"

"How long does she keep 'em?"

"They do okay afterward?"

"All of them?"

When the conversation was over Betty sat there in silence for a minute and then looked at me, lovingly studying my face. 

"I wish you were not so damn good looking. God you're handsome! Gorgeous is a better description. You're just luscious!"

She got my attention. "Are you going to stop trying to turn me on and tell me about this guy?"

"It's not a guy. BB Taylor is a gal. She's 45 years old and she's a cougar!"

"A cougar as in ... " I paused.

Betty continued. "As in a middle aged broad who likes to fuck handsome young guys just like you. You're 25 and that's perfect for her."

"Tell me what you learned," I said.

"To start with she's a very good executive -- that's why she survived the reorganization and moved up. Her only weakness is her need for handsome young studs. She doesn't care if they're married or single. If she wants a guy, she's gonna fuck him for a couple of months and then move on to someone else. If he doesn't want to fuck, she figures out a way to fire him. The gals at the Delaware office joke about it. 'Fuck 'em or fire 'em" is what they say. And baby, you are cougar meat -- young, handsome, hot, and ready." 

I was astonished. "You gotta be kidding!"

"I'm not kidding. She's a predator. And some gals get in trouble too. If she thinks the guy she wants is sweet on a gal -- that gal gets fired first. And with the situation the company's in right now nobody's asking any questions as long as the brass delivers the bottom line. And BB delivers."

I thought about my position. "Look, Betty, I just moved up to Special Assistant to the Director. I'm gonna have to work directly under BB."

Betty nodded and then said sarcastically, "In the daytime maybe. But if Bridget's right I have a hunch BB will want you to work directly over her at night."

"That's not funny!" I said.

"I didn't mean it to be funny," said Betty. "I don't want the man I love fucking some fat, horny 45 year old broad. And I don't want the man I love fired because he refuses to fuck the ugly bitch. Jobs like yours are nonexistent today."

"How do you know she'll hit on me?"

Betty laughed, shaking her head. "Oh sweet baby, that's why I love you so much, you don't know how delicious you are. I worry enough about sexy, better-looking broads my age stealing you. Hell -- I can think two of our gals who are ready to bend over and take it from you in the supply room. Trust me. BB will hit on you."

"So what do I do?"

"First you gotta pretend you don't know me. I'm just a gal working down the hall. Don't even speak when we pass each other. Second if BB hits on you ... check that ... when BB hits on you, just act friendly and go along, no matter how fat and ugly she is. I don't want you fired."

"Maybe I can pretend to be gay?"

Betty burst out laughing. "Haven't you noticed how the girls in the office look at you? Sometimes they just sit and stare at you. Just like you're good enough to eat! The horny bitches! BB will see that right off."

"Are you telling me to fuck her?"

Betty scrunched up her face as if she were in pain. "I don't want that ugly bitch to get you in her bed! Not even once! I don't know if I could take it for several months. But according to Bridget she will drop you after a few months. Then she'll leave you alone when she gets another guy."

"Are you telling me to fuck her?"

"I don't want you to fuck her! The bitch! Fat horny bitch! But I don't want you to lose your job. I want to marry you next year just like we planned. Shit! Double shit!"

"Are you telling me to fuck her?"

Betty looked down at the floor. She was hurting inside. Then she gave a big sigh.

"Yeah. I guess I'm telling you to fuck her." Betty felt bad.

But, she felt a lot worse the next morning. The entire staff was called into the big conference room to meet and hear BB Taylor. BB was a stunning brunet, five seven, 115 pounds, perfect hair, perfect make-up, great tits and legs, modestly dressed in a very attractive professional outfit, and 3-inch heels to hold up a fabulous figure. She commanded the room. She was in total control.

BB could have easily passed for early thirties -- not the 45 year-old I knew she was. Betty was sitting in the back of the room with a totally stunned expression on her face, staring at BB, as she listened to her introductory remarks.

Later, BB's secretary summoned me into her big, corner office.

"Barry, just call me BB," she said extending her hand. "We'll work better that way. Well, how did I do?"

Shit! Now what do I say? She missed a couple of important things I thought she should have mentioned. What do I do? Tell her? She's supposed to be good. You don't get good by getting mad at the truth. A voice inside my head told me to just do my job.

"Well," I said, "I was surprised you didn't mention the lawsuit with Curtis Corp. We're gonna win that, but the staff might use a little reassurance. And sales are up. They needed to hear that too."

I waited for her to get mad. She smiled. "I got lucky! You're good! I should have covered both of those things. And you're not afraid to tell me I missed 'em. I like that too. This morning I want you to jot down what you see as our top priorities in the next quarter. I've got some reading to do. Then we'll do lunch and you can brief me."

I already had the list she wanted but I double-checked it. On our way to the elevator Betty passed us in the hall. I acted as if I didn't know her. She still had that shocked look on her face. She knew I was taking BB to lunch. Lunch went well. BB was happy with my work and we spent several hours that afternoon with stacks of paper in her office. At the end of the day, BB stopped me as I was leaving.

"There's a nice new restaurant that I want to try. Are you busy Friday night?"

I remembered what Betty had said about being friendly. "No."

"Why don't you pick me up and take me to dinner? Sevenish?"

"Sure BB. I'll do that."

I didn't go home -- I headed for Betty's apartment. When I got there she had been crying. Her eyes were red. I didn't get a chance to speak.

"The bitch! She's not fat - she's good looking. I was expecting a beat up old broad. She could pass for 32! The bitch! That figure! Shit! Her tits are bigger than mine! Her hips! Did you see her hips? The bitch!"

I took her in my arms and kissed her but she was crying too much for a real kiss. 

"Did she hit on you?"

"Well ... she ... "

"She did, didn't she? On the first day! I told you she would. What did she do?"

"She ... well ... I'm taking her to dinner tomorrow night."

"The bitch! An expensive restaurant and she's gonna pick up the check. Then when you take her home she's gonna invite you in for a drink. And then she's gonna ... she's gonna ... the bitch!" Betty was screaming.

"Honey, I'll call and cancel if you want."

"And get fired?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Betty just cried and stared at the floor. Then she embraced me and kissed me softly. Still sobbing she led me to the couch and we sat down.

"What do you want me to do?" I repeated.

"You gotta fuck the bitch and you gotta do it right! I was afraid if she was fat you might have trouble getting it up -- now, I don't think that'll be a problem. Shit! Double shit!"

It was Friday at seven when I rang the bell of her penthouse apartment. When she answered the door I was as stunned as Betty had been yesterday. All trace of the executive had vanished. Her outfit was sexy. Kinda clingy and it made her look years younger. Her low cut dress gave me a nice view of those big tits that I had admired in her business suit. They had a slight jiggle when she walked. Her heels were higher than her work shoes. Her smile was bright and sexy.

"I'm ready," she said. "I'm looking forward to a little relaxation. These first few days are always the toughest. I get tense. I hope you're a good dancer -- that relaxes me the most -- well, almost the most."

I took her arm and we went to the elevator. Her body seemed to touch me a lot. But not as much as it touched me after dinner when we danced on a crammed full, darkened dance floor. She just melted into my arms and pressed her body tightly against me -- her pussy riding my thigh. I fought it -- how would I tell Betty -- but I got an erection. She moved her body against me and discovered it -- and then she looked up at me and smiled.

"I feel the same way," she whispered, rubbing her body against my erection.

When we got back to her apartment it was no contest. I was sipping Glenlivet when she walked out of the bedroom. She had on the same spike heels but now she was wearing a thin -- almost see through -- negligee. Her nipples showed through the thin material -- big and erect - and I knew she had also removed her panties because I saw the outline of a ruddy triangle -- that thick hairy beaver. 

She joined me on the couch and held up her glass. "A toast -- to a wonderful new friendship."

I drank the toast. Then she said, "Lets dance," and she was in my arms again.

I had a hard on and this time she reached down and repositioned it up against my belly and pushed her body against me to hold it there tightly between us. 

"I like a man who knows what he wants," she said softly. "That kind of man usually gets it. Don't you think so?" 

She looked up at me and smiled and then pulled my head down and kissed me hard. I felt her tongue work its way into my mouth and rub my tongue. My mind was working rapidly. Betty said to do what she wants -- but what does she want? Rough or gentle? Slow or aggressive? What the hell does this horny bitch want? Well, give it your best shot. Use your instincts and make a guess.

I put my hands on her shoulders and held her away from my body. Taking my time I looked her up and down.

"Why don't you take off that damn negligee so I can see what you look like?" I said it harshly, almost like a command.

It was just a guess but I hit the jackpot! The face of Miss aggressive businesswoman just melted instantly into Miss submissive lover. The negligee came off and she threw it on the floor and she posed for me and turned slowly for me to examine her body. Her hands were locked behind her head and her elbows thrown back to minimize any sag in those big beautiful breasts. She knew what made her look good.

Her figure was almost perfect. Her breasts sagged only slightly and their milky white, smooth skin matched all the skin of her body. She obviously never ventured out into the sun, which kept her skin perfect. Her belly was not as taut and flat as Betty's but it had a sexy curve that would be fun to play with. Her bush was thick with curly brunet hair and she knew how to pose to show off a magnificent pair of legs. Her hose and garter belt were perfect to make her look more naked than naked. 

I stepped back and admired her body. Then I began to slowly undress. I took my time and I could see hunger in her eyes as she watched me. I was gonna own this bitch for a few months -- Betty said fuck her -- I might as well enjoy myself. She would get tired of me -- it was short-term sex with her, not love -- but I would be well taken care of when she moved on to someone else. When I got naked my erection stood straight out proudly and she stared at it hungrily. I wasn't small.

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She kicked off her spike heels when I laid her on the bed. I lay down beside her and took control, which is what she clearly wanted. Kissing her mouth I moved on to her breasts and when her nipples got hard I moved to her belly -- my tongue tickling her all the way. I moved my face through that rich hairy beaver and when my tongue found her clit she moaned. 

I explored her pussy with my tongue -- she was dripping wet -- and then I discovered a very sensitive spot next to her clit -- probably where she pressed her vibrator when she masturbated. My tongue drove her wild and I shoved three fingers into her dripping pussy to stimulate her more. It was only a matter of minutes until she started to cry out and her whole body started to tremble. Then I felt her pussy begin contracting on my fingers.

I held her and kissed her gently and caressed her body as she recovered from her orgasm. She looked up at me with an expression of ecstasy, as she rested from her exertions. Then she looked at me, submissively.

"What do you want me to do?" She said, breathing heavily, "Anything you want. Anything. Just tell me." 

Dominant and assertive in the office -- submissive and obedient in bed. But I reminded myself again that this was just the way she liked her sex. She was still the cougar. She was still my boss. And I had damn well better remember that and deliver what she wanted. I'd better keep in mind that I was her cub.

I chuckled, and then gave an order. "Get on top, baby. I want to play with those big tits while you fuck me."

"You bastard! You're gonna make me do the work?"

I chuckled again. "Damn straight BB. You're gonna do the work! I work under you! Remember?"

"Damn it! You bastard! If I didn't want you so much -- need you so much - I'd kick your ass out." Clearly, it turned her on to be ordered around in bed!

She rolled over on top of me and grasping my cock she mounted me and shoved it in deep. Supporting herself on her arms she started to pump her ass causing those big beautiful tits to jiggle delightfully just above my face. I played with them as she worked up a sweat. She fucked me hard. Then before I was ready she began to groan and I felt her pussy contract in anther orgasm. I let her almost finish it and then, while she was still humping and groaning frantically, I rolled her off of me and onto her back. 

"Spread your legs bitch -- I'm not finished with you yet."

I fucked her hard -- like a whore -- and she fucked back eagerly. I pumped my load in less than a minute. Then I collapsed on her sweating body and rested, as she moaned and whispered loving words in my ear. After a few minutes I rolled off of her and we lay side by side resting. 

"Damn! You're good!" She said. "You got me hooked already Barry. I'm your bitch now. I'll do anything you want. Use me! Have your fun with me! Tell me what you like. I'll do it!"

I had to keep reminding myself not to forget that I'm the cub and she's my boss. This is the way she liked sex, but I still worked for her and I'd better do it right!

Then she got up. She took off her garter belt and pulled off her hose.

"They look sexy," she said, "but I feel better starkers. Darling, let me mix you another drink."

As she started for the bar I said one word. I said it like a command.

"Shoes!"

She stopped instantly. Then spun around quickly and bent over to put on her spike heels. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm really sorry. I won't forget next time."

She posed for me to look her over -- shoulders back to show off her tits. Then changed her pose to show off her long legs. 

"You've got great tits, baby, and great legs. Now you can get me that drink. Walk slow and swish your ass a little." She smiled, obviously grateful, when I said it.

Watching a naked woman in spike heels swish off to bring you a drink does wonders for your pecker. We lay in bed for a while, sipping Glenlivet. Then I looked at my watch.

"Forget the time baby. It's Friday. You got no place to go. We got all weekend." She said it sweetly -- but I knew it was an order. From my boss.

I didn't get back to my apartment till very early Monday morning -- barely time to shit, shower, and shave and get to work. I got a very strange look from Betty when I passed her in the hall at work. She was waiting for me that night. She had been crying. Her hair and make-up were a mess.

"You want to tell me about it?" Betty said as I entered her apartment.

I couldn't tell whether she was angry or hurt or jealous or what. It was probably a combination of all three -- and more.

"Well, I ... you see ... "

"You were there all weekend! You didn't answer your home phone! When did you go home?"

"About 6 AM this morning."

"You bastard! Why did you stay there?"

"I couldn't leave. She wouldn't let me. I even had to fuck her this morning before I left."

"You fucked her all weekend?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"You don't want to know!"

"I do want to know! Tell me!"

"I ... well ... we ... I don't know where to start." 

"Start with Friday." Betty said, impatiently.

"We went to a great new restaurant. Best wine on the list. Expensive, but she picked up the check."

Betty almost sneered, "I told you she would! That bitch is renting your pecker."

"She had on a clingy very sexy dress that showed off her tits and when we danced she just melted her body against mine and rubbed her pussy on my leg."

"The bitch! And you got a hard on!"

"Well ... I was ... she ... "

"Never mind."

"Well ... when we got home, she went in the bedroom and put on a negligee. She left her pants and bra in the bedroom and wore only hose and garter belt under it plus her spike heels. The negligee was ... you know ... kinda ... see through."

"The bitch! The horny bitch! Did her tits sag?"

"A little, but not much. When she took off the negligee, she put her hands behind her head and held her elbows back. Then those big tits looked really great."

"Shit! They're bigger than mine. Those tits gave you another hard on didn't they?"

"Well ... ah ... she ... "

"That's what I thought. Horny bitch! So then what?" 

"I could tell she wanted to be submissive. Wanted me to take the lead."

"You bastard! I know how well you can do that! I love you when you do it to me. What'd you make her do?"

"I carried her to bed ... "

"Just like you did me on our vacation to Frisco! You bastard! Then what?" 

"I made her get on top so I could play with her tits."

"Bastard! Bitch! Just like with me! I don't know who to get mad at first." 

"Well ... then I fucked her with my hands up like this to play...."

"You don't have to draw me a picture damn it!"

"Sorry," I said.

"That bitch has been fucking who knows how many guys for over a quarter of a century. I'll bet that pussy of hers was loose."




Cougar Meat



My name is Cheryl and it has been several months since I wrote a story on here, mostly because not much has happened.

I am a happily married woman of my mid-forties with a figure of 38-28-37. I am 5'2" tall and weigh 120 pounds with brown eyes and light brown hair. My husband and I have been swingers for about ten years now and have tried almost everything. However, lately I have been trying to think of something different and not having much luck. Part of the problem is that I have too many men who just want to fuck, get off and go home to their wives and to be honest, I think my age is getting to be a factor as well.

Now I thought it might be time to try some young stuff, just as long as they were legal and clean.

Saturday night Jerry, my husband and I went to a local college football game and I dressed in a slutty blouse showing lots of cleavage and a short skirt without panties. I sat a row in front of my husband so that it appeared that I was there by myself. As the game progressed, I spread my legs and let my pussy show to anyone sitting in front of me if they just turned around. When the local team scored I would jump up and cheer to the point that my 38 D's would just about come out of my blouse to the amusement of several young men who were drinking beer and having a ball. At half-time two of the young men Jim and his older brother Bob came and sat next to me and bought me a beer. Normally, I don't drink beer, but what the heck, I wanted to find a way to get these guys in the sack and so I played along.

Bob asked me if I was married, and I told him no, as I wasn't wearing my rings in order to look available. Then his younger brother Jim said, " you look like a former cheerleader, do you have a son on the team?"

With that insensitive remark, his brother Bob punched him on the arm and told him, "get your act together little brother, as you don't make comments like that to a pretty young woman." I had to laugh as I admit that I look ten or more years younger than I am, but still not old enough to have a son on the team.

They stayed sitting next to me for the rest of the game and I had to caution them to cut back on the beer as if they had any idea of scoring with an older woman they had better be able to play the game and not let the alcohol slow them down.

What a reaction that got from both of them! They wanted to know if I was from out of town or if I lived in Tampa. I lied, and said, "I'm staying at a little motel about two blocks from here for the weekend and someone at the hotel told me about the game so I came to see it and lucky me I found you two." "By the way, I can tell that Bob is legal, but just how old are you Jim?" After some hesitation he claimed to be 18 although I thought that might have been pushing it a little, you can't always tell whether they're telling you the truth or not.

I turned around in my seat and looked my husband in the eye and asked him if he wanted to join me and my two new friends for an after game drink in my hotel room. Jerry played the game as we had planned it and said, "no thanks, my wife is picking me up after the game, just my bad luck."

As the game ended, my two young studs offered to drive me back to my motel for that drink, but first wanted to stop at a liquor store and get some vodka,which gave Jerry time to get back to the hotel room before we did and to set up a viewing spot where he could watch the action,but not be seen.

As we entered the darkened room Bob had his arm around me and Jim was holding my hand as if we were dating. It was obvious to me that neither of them had ever had a threesome and were a little uncomfortable with each other even though they were related.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and in passing the louvered closet door I could just barely make out Jerry sitting in the dark closet with his dick already in his hand. When I came out of the bathroom I was completely naked, and both boys had their eyes popping out as they stared at my petite frame and neatly trimmed pussy.

"Okay guys," I said,"let's get the show on the road, you've seen mine nor let me see yours." Bob dropped his slacks and his boxer shorts so quickly that his dick was almost a blur as I looked at Jim stripping a little more slowly and somewhat self-conciously. Bob was about 8 or 9 inches in length, but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. He looked almost as big around as a beer can, but I admit that may have been an exaggeration. Jim, on the other hand was around 6 inches long and somewhat smaller in girth as well.

I then layed back on the bed with my legs spread and asked, " who wants to go first, or do you both want to do this together?" With that invitation no reply was made, but Bob climbed up on the bed, spread my legs further apart and began to lick my labia and to tickle my clit with his tongue. Jim, just stood by the side of the bed and put his dick on my cheek as if he didn't know how to ask for a blowjob. I took this as a challenge and pulled Jim's dick into my warm and ready mouth and while sucking and licking he shot off a stream of cum that I tried to swallow, but it was just too much and some of it slid down my neck. Bob then had his brother go sit down and try to get his dick up again. This made it obvious to me that I had just given a virgin his first and probably most memorable blowjob he would ever get.

Bob then climbed over me and resting his balls on my boobs, he put his rock hard dick into my mouth as well. "Let's see if you can get me off as fast as you did my little brother, the virgin?"

I was willing to do that for Bob but I needed a hard and young dick in my already dripping wet pussy so I said, " let's fuck first and then I'll get you back up with my mouth while Jim eats his first pussy." Bob then mounted me in the missionary position, but I wanted to be sure that Jerry could see the action from the closet so I suggested that we do it doggy fashion. As Bob moved around in position he kept rubbing the head of his dick up and down my vaginal canal, drawing little circles around my clit until I couldn't wait for him to put it in me. Clearly, Bob had done this before as he now began to slowly slip the head of his dick past my labia and into my pussy and inch or two at a time. He must have thought I was tight or that he was too big, because I just grabbed back a good hold on his ass cheeks and pulled him all the way in with just one tug.

"Damn that feels good, Cheryl I bet you've done this a few times before, haven't you?"

I didn't answer him right away, but began to work my kegel muscles until he was about to shoot his load a little too fast for me. "Hold on big fellow," I said, don't you want a lady to get an orgasm first?" He slowed down then and we worked up a good rhythm until I felt the first of my multiple orgasms hit and damn it felt good to have some young stange stuff, with my husband in the closet watching and jacking off at the same time. When Bob shot his load into my waiting pussy he began to apologize about not having a rubber. Little did he know that I was on the pill and didn't give a damn about a pussy full of cum.

Now as Bob rolled off, I waved over to Jim and he was only too happy to get sloppy seconds and more than likely the first pussy of his young life. I rolled over on my back and had Jim lick my pussy clean of Bob's cum, which he didn't seem to mind doing as he was now getting into the whole scene. Now as I got my second orgasm from his tongue action equally worked up by knowing that Jerry was watching this intitation of the young boy. I then took Jim's hard dick in my hand and worked it around my clit and labia until I was afraid he was going to cum again. I then put him in position and arched my back up while he pressed down and there he was all the way in what must have been his first hot and wet pussy. I will admit that his movements while a bit clumsy at first soon developed some rhythm and before long our pubic bones were slapping together, his breath was coming faster and faster and as he shot his own load of cum into my pussy I had my third orgasm of the night.

Now Jim rolled out of the bed and it was Bob back again with gusto. He took me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders and sank his dick all the way home. This time all of us were able to screw a little longer without cumming and Bob took me first one way and then another.

"Surprise!" Jerry called out as he came out of the closet with his dick in his hand and suddenly both of the young studs had their dicks shrink down, until I assured them that it was okay with my husband and that we were just playing a little game with them.

You could tell that their egos were crushed, but in the spirit of all the fucking we had done they were okay to sit back and watch a master fucker do his job with his all too ready and willing wife.

Some two hours later I had more orgasms than I could count, each of the guys had gotten their rocks off two or more times, and even Jerry had his satisfaction.

We all had some vodka, and sat around in the nude until I was ready to call it a night. I asked the boys for their telephone number and it turned out they shared an apartment so that I could visit them most nights after they got off work.

This was my intention, but my fantasy of two young bucks in heat had been fulfilled so I don't think I'll be visiting them again soon.

Jerry and I went home and slept until noon the next day and we both think it went well for an older woman cougar getting a couple of young cocks so easily. What to try next? Love to hear some suggestions from my readers.



Cougar Meat Ch. 02



Our company was making money again. At least the west coast division was. It was because of the brilliant management of our new boss, BB Taylor. BB had been with us for a year and had been through four boyfriends. You see, BB is a cougar – a 45 year-old cougar, who could easily pass for thirty-two. 

I had been her first cub after she took over and it was a real experience. She had fucked me hard, literally worn me out, for almost three months, during which time my fiancé, Betty, had fumed and fretted and suffered. It was Betty's only choice if I was to keep my job, because BB was known as "fuck 'em or fire 'em BB" and that's what she was. We'd already lost a young married guy who declined to service her.

BB was a superb executive, respected by the CEO and the Board of Directors. I had learned a lot about our business from her, working as her Assistant. A nice raise had helped Betty and me with our wedding plans and we had gotten married six months ago. My relationship to BB was now totally professional except for those few times she winked at me when I caught her doing her kegels sitting at her desk.

One evening as Betty was putting together my favorite meal, spaghetti and Chianti, the phone rang. It was Betty's good friend Bridget who had moved to the Delaware office two years ago.

After a brief hello-how-are-you, Betty listened intently and said "Oh my God!"

And then, "Oh my God," again.

"You just saw it on his desk?"

Betty looked at me with an excited smiled as she listened to Bridget.

"Oh my God!"

Then a minute later she said, "He won't say a word – not a word. I promise."

Betty hung up the phone and turned to me. "You deserve it! It's because you're good at what you do, not because you're a great fuck – although darling you are, of course, a really great fuck."

She had my attention. "What the hell are you talking about?" 

"Bridget was in the CEO's office delivering some stuff and she saw a letter on his desk from BB Taylor with your résumé attached."

"I know nothing about it," I said, not knowing why BB would send my name to the CEO.

"BB is recommending you for the Director's position replacing the guy in the east coast division," Betty said.

"She didn't mention it to me," I responded. 

"Well, Bridget sneaked a look at the letter and that's what it was."

"I'm too young! Not even thirty yet!"

"BB moved up the ladder fast," Betty said. "Maybe she thinks you have the goods to do the same thing."

"Well, the CEO will never approve a guy my age for that job."

I was wrong. A week later BB called me into her office and gave me the news. She said she had not talked to me about it because she didn't want to disappoint me if the CEO didn't follow her recommendation.

"Abe is going to present you to the Board for their approval at their next meeting a week from now. The east coast division is still losing money. A lot! I have convinced Abe that you are just the guy to set them straight. Abe is a tough, hard-nosed CEO and the Board will listen to him. It's as good as a done deal. My secretary will set up the reservations and we'll fly out there next week."

That night when I told Betty what BB had said, she was thrilled about me getting a new high-paying job, but then she chewed on her knuckle. She always did that when she was worried.

"You and BB are making the trip together?" Betty asked.

I knew what she was thinking. She was remembering all those times I had fucked BB last year. 

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem," I said.

"BB hasn't had a boyfriend since she dropped that kid in marketing," Betty said, suspiciously. "She's gotta be horny as a fuckin mountain goat."

I thought a moment. "Would you like to go along with me?"

Betty nodded. "Yes, I most certainly would."

The next day I casually mentioned to BB that I might take Betty along. BB started to laugh. 

"Your wife has a naughty mind. But I must confess, the thought had occurred to me. Sure. Bring her along. She needs to start meeting the top brass anyway. It will be good for her. Besides, I found out after we did our thing last year that you were engaged. I figure your wife must be a patient, tolerant woman. And smart too. Very smart! I need to get to know her better."

We traveled in style - first class seats in a new triple-7 and the finest suite at the Four Seasons. It did not escape my notice that the suite had a big living room and two bedrooms – one with an oversized king bed – I think they called it an "Emperor."  

That night we had dinner at a small, but very expensive, French restaurant. It was the first time Betty had seen BB in anything other than a business suit. 

"Jesus!" Betty whispered to me the first chance she got. "You told me about her figure and how she dressed that first night, but I had no idea – simply no idea! My God! She's irresistible! And she's forty-five fucking years old! I wonder what I'm gonna look like when I'm forty-five. No wonder you got a hard on dancing with her!"

Betty just kept admiring BB and shaking her head. Then she looked around the dimly lit restaurant and saw a small dance floor and some musicians.

"Oh shit! Double shit! She's gonna want you to dance with her. You bastard! You're gonna get another hard on just like you did before!" 

Betty was whispering but BB was reading her mind. "They have very romantic music here - soft and lovely. And your husband is such a wonderful dancer."

I thought Betty might get mad at that. But she didn't. She just smiled and said, "We can both enjoy dancing with him."

Betty was dressed in a very sexy party dress and seemed to be in competition with BB for my attention. The meal lived up to our expectations and the wine, French of course, was superb. After dinner a bottle of sauterne appeared on our table. It was a Château d'Yquem and was delicious – always the best for BB.

When the violins began to play, BB held out her hand and I led her onto the dance floor. She molded her body to mine, just as she had done so many times last year, and even with my wife, just a few feet away, looking at us, I felt my cock start to get hard. This was the same sexy lady I had fucked for almost three months last year and those memories flashed through my head like a porn video.

BB reached down, casually, and positioned my erection up against my belly and pressed her body against it, rubbing erotically. Betty was watching the whole thing. After several minutes BB danced me over close to our table and, reaching out, took Betty by the hand and led her into my arms so Betty and I could dance.

Betty pressed against me and, feeling my erection, whispered in my ear, "I told you so! You horny bastard! But it sure as hell feels good against my belly."

I danced with Betty and BB for the better part of an hour with my sexual arousal growing every minute and my erection throbbing. Then BB led us out to the limo for the ride back to our hotel. When we got in the back seat, she positioned me in the middle and both gals stroked my hard cock through my pants as we drove through the dark streets. What happened when we got back to the suite was inevitable.

They stripped me down first and then they stripped themselves and I got into that "Emperor" sized bed with two, beautiful, naked women.

"He's been building up a load for hours," said BB. "He's got enough for an Old Faithful."

"What's an Old Faithful?" Betty asked.

"Just follow my lead and I'll show you," said BB.

They laid me on my back and head to head they began to use their tongues on my chest and belly. Betty delivered some of the sexiest kisses she had ever given me and rubbed her tits all over my face when she moved back down again to tickle my belly with her tongue. BB worked down to my cock and balls where her tongue teased my dick with short swirls. 

I was so desperate to come that I tried to grab her head to keep it on my dick but BB held my arms and said, "Tease him, Betty. If we tease him long enough, he'll show us an Old Faithful like you've never seen before."

They just kept on teasing me. I couldn't take it much longer. I'd had this hard on for over an hour. My rock-hard cock started to ache and my balls felt like they were going to explode. Then BB licked her finger and shoved it up my ass and started massaging my prostate. That was more than I could take. I felt my juices rising up at the base of my cock.

"Here he comes!" BB shouted and started laughing. My balls pulled up hard and aching in my scrotum and my dick just stood straight up, quivering and throbbing and pulsating, and then I began violently pumping big globs of cum in never ending spurts, high into the air, while both of them laughed hysterically and competed to catch this bonanza in their mouths. It was the biggest load I had ever pumped in my life and it seemed like it would never end. 

When it was finally over and my dick got limp and drippy, I just lay there, completely exhausted, while the girls giggled. 

BB said to Betty, "That's the way you do an Old Faithful. The trick is not letting him touch his dick and not sucking it or stroking it. Just tease him with your tongue and don't let him come too soon. Then, when he can't stand it any longer, massage his prostate to bring him off. That's the technique that gives him a big, ecstatic orgasm that is so delayed he thinks he's never gonna come until he feels your finger on his prostate."

"Jesus," said Betty, "that was fun. Let's take him dancing tomorrow night and do it again."

"That's not a good idea," said BB. "It's too rough on his balls. You should have felt how hard they were – like rocks pulled up in his scrotum. I know they were aching – the pain was getting to him - what did we call that in high school? Oh yeah – blue balls. Remember? We used to tease a guy till he couldn't stand it any more and then we laughed at him when he had to jack off." 

"We can't torment his balls that way two days in a row. Next time we do it I'll show you how to do his prostate."

We three lay naked in bed with me in the middle, resting. 

"You are a very lucky girl," said BB, talking to Betty across my chest. "Barry is a really great guy. Give him what he needs and don't screw it up. It will be too late to think about pumping your ass better when he's out fucking some little bitch who doesn't deserve him."

"I know how great he is," said Betty. "I'll take care of him. I just hope I can have a body like yours when I'm your age."

"You can if you work at it. Stay out of the sun – it kills your skin. Exercise your belly – that's the first to go. Don't gain an ounce on your thighs. And do your kegels! Do them every day – keep those pussy muscles strong. That keeps your pussy tight. Guys like a tight pussy. And always think about looking good for him."

Betty listened and nodded. This was not just good advice. It was advice from a forty-five year old who could pass for thirty-two. Betty was obviously gaining a new respect for BB. 

"Walk around naked for him a lot. And wear your spikes when you do. He likes that. The first night I fucked him I got careless and started to walk away to mix him a drink without wearing my spikes. He chewed me out. Told me to always wear my spikes and move my naked ass a little more like a slut when I walked. Good advice! I didn't forget it. Don't you forget it either! He deserves the best."

Betty listened. I thought she might get jealous when BB talked about fucking me, but she didn't. It was as though she figured BB knew as much about fucking as she did about running a business and Betty wanted to learn from her just as I had. 

Betty and BB lay close to me, their naked bodies warm and soft. They talked about men and sex and orgasms and how difficult it was to find a really good man who could always please his woman. They laughed a lot. It was just as though I were not there listening to them talk.

I could tell that BB was getting more and more turned on lying next to me. She threw her leg over mine a moved her pussy up against my thigh. It was dripping wet. The bitch was really horny! Finally she looked at Betty with a kind of desperate look on her face. 

Her voice was soft – almost pleading. "I need him Betty. I need him a lot. I haven't had a man in over a month. May I have him now?"

"Go ahead," said Betty. "You deserve him and maybe I can learn something."

BB moved down and started sucking my cock to get me hard. When I was erect she stroked it gently. Betty watched her closely.

"Jesus that's beautiful – big and beautiful. Oh God! Betty you don't know how lucky you are."

Then she mounted me and guided my cock into her. She began with slow, long strokes, leaning forward and supporting her body on her arms with her large breasts jiggling right over my face. I reached up to play with them and she moaned. It was just like the first time I fucked her. Cowboy had always been her favorite position.

Then her strokes got faster and harder until she was pounding me – her beaver slapping into my body rapidly. Sweat was dripping off her flopping tits onto my chest. She was working hard for her orgasm and her breathing became panting and then she began to grunt like an animal as she approached her climax. Betty's eyes were frozen, staring at her face, watching as BB lost control completely.

BB began to tremble and then she collapsed on my body groaning and I felt her pussy start rhythmic, firm contractions on my cock. We had fucked this way many times before and I knew exactly what she wanted next – what always gave her a quick, second orgasm more powerful than her first. 

I rolled her off of me roughly, and dominantly ordered her, "Spread your legs bitch! Spread 'em wide!"

Then I lifted her knees up to her shoulders, slammed my cock deep into her, and pounded her hard like I'd fuck a whore. It took less than a minute. It was exactly the same, every time I fucked her. I pumped my load deep into her and her second orgasm started.

She screamed, "Oh God! Yessss! Yessss! Use me! Take me! Anything you want!"

She was begging just like always as that big orgasm hit her and her strong pussy muscles contracted on my pumping cock. It was a long orgasm. Afterwards I stayed on top of her as we both panted for air and in a few moments, as she always did, she began to whimper and make soft helpless woman sounds.

Barely loud enough to hear she murmured, "Oh God I need it so! Use me any way you want! Whatever you want. Whenever you want it. I need it! Use me like your slut! Do it! Please use me!"

I looked over at Betty, only inches away from us, and she had a look of complete surprise and amazement on her face. I read her thoughts. She was wondering how could this powerful, dominant executive be reduced to such a weak, and helpless female - begging to be used – needing desperately to be used by a powerful man.

This was a part of BB's persona that I had never told Betty about. It was too embarrassing for me I suppose – like stripping BB naked for public ridicule. But Betty had seen it now and I could see that it had affected her deeply. 

Both Betty and I pretended that we had seen nothing unusual – just a big orgasm. And BB did not pretend it was anything else. But I knew that Betty would never be jealous of BB again. She would profoundly respect BB's executive skills and envy her sexual knowledge and the perfection that she had retained in her physical body. But she would never envy that helpless need, only rarely fulfilled in BB's never-ending search for the lover of her dreams. Betty already had what BB could only dream of having.

The next morning I woke up with a hard on, laying between two, beautiful naked women. They giggled as four hands and two hot mouths made short work of it. 

I lay in bed as they showered, remembering fucking Betty last night. BB had lubricated her finger and gone to work on my prostate saying that I needed a little something extra to get that third load out. Betty was always a good fuck, but last night was special somehow. She had pumped her ass like a slut and she made that familiar pussy feel new and especially user-friendly. I think BB was a good influence on her.

Just before noon, BB led us into a fancy boardroom filled with obviously important people. We met Abe, the CEO, and the members of the board plus a few of the big shareholders who often attended such meetings. BB, in a modest business suit, addressed the board, introducing me.

Then the fifteen minutes that might change my life. No slides. No notes. No microphone. It sounded like a casual review of proposed changes for the eastern division of our company. But there was nothing casual about it. BB and I had researched it very carefully, written it with precision, and I had memorized it with repeated deliveries to BB at the office and to Betty at home. There was something in it for every member of the board, and I looked directly at that member when I said what I knew he wanted to hear. It came off exactly as we had hoped. 

After I finished, Abe thanked me. Betty and I left to return to the hotel. It was the first time we had been completely alone in two days.

"You were perfect," Betty said. "I know that speech as well as you do and you didn't miss a thing."

"They received it well," I said. "I could tell by their faces. Abe liked it. I don't know if you noticed it but, as we left, BB gave me a look that said I had done what she wanted."

Betty smiled. "I think you'll get the job, but either way I love you. I've got something BB doesn't have. I've got you. BB's right. I've got to be sure I never lose you. If there's ever anything I'm not doing right, you just tell me baby, and I'll fix it."

"I love you too darling and I think you are as close to perfect as a wife can get. Except ... well ... maybe you might work a little harder on your kegels."

Betty laughed, "You bastard! I knew you'd say that." 

Then she looked serious for a moment. "BB's in love with you, you know that. You're the man she's been searching for, all these years. You are as smart in business as she is – just younger and less experienced. And making love? Making love you are the answer to all of her fantasies. But she knows that with the age difference and the way you love me, nothing could possibly come of her love for you except pain for all three of us."

I thought about that for a moment. "Maybe. Maybe she is in love with me, but I could never leave you."

"BB knows that too."

We were sitting in the suite when BB arrived several hours later. She had a big smile on her face.

"Congratulations Mr. Director," she said. "It was unanimous. You start in two weeks."

BB uncorked a bottle of Chablis and poured three glasses. We talked about moving to the east coast and where to live and how exciting it would be to start my new job. 

Then BB said sadly, "Well, I guess we'll be headed back tomorrow."

There was a long pause and then Betty said, "Why don't we stay over and make it a long weekend. This is such a nice suite and that Emperor bed is really great. A few extra days would be very relaxing."

I looked at BB's face. Her mouth opened slightly and her breathing became heavier. It was obvious she was turning on, thinking about having several days of sex. 

Betty saw the same thing in her face and smiled. "The board meets here every month and this is such a nice hotel. Why don't we make it a long weekend every month? What do you think about that BB?"

BB looked at Betty and, regaining some of her composure, she said, "You're a very confident wife. Not many wives would be so generous."

"It's not generosity," Betty said, with all the confidence in the world. "It's just common sense. I've got a lot to learn from you and so does Barry. Besides, I have nothing to worry about. I've got the key to your cookie jar."

Both ladies looked at me when Betty said "cookie jar." 




Cougar Meat Ch. 02



Then BB laughed. "And what a wonderful cookie jar he is – for both of us." 

Betty laughed with her. Then BB got as serious as I had ever seen her.

"You saw what he did to me," said BB, softly, as though stripping her soul naked. "You're the only woman who has ever seen it. And damn few men have seen it. But Barry does that to me every time he fucks me. He reduces me to a helpless, whimpering, begging, little bitch. He could do anything to me – even slap me around if he wanted to and I'd take it. There's not a man in the world who'd dare try that with me, but Barry could."

She paused and looked down as though revealing her secrets had been difficult and humiliating.

"I'd do anything for him. He could even take a strap to my ass and I'd bend over and take it if it gave him pleasure."

"I wanted to take a strap to your ass last year when you were fucking him," said Betty. "I was so jealous that I couldn't stand it. I knew he enjoyed fucking you. He even said you were a great fuck. But he kept on loving me and he stayed with me."

"He stayed because he belongs to you. I know he'll never leave you," BB said, softly, with certainty. "But I still need him. You've seen how much I need him."

Betty nodded. "We both need him."

"You have to take care of him, you know," BB said. "You've seen the way some of the gals at the office look at him."

"I know," said Betty. "There are a couple of gals in accounting who can't keep their eyes off of him."

"I've seen them," chuckled BB. "Especially that little blond bitch who wears those tight miniskirts, showing off her ass. You've seen her?"

"Yeah, I've seen her," said Betty.

"She wears her skirts so tight you can see her panty line," said BB. "One day I saw her walk by me and follow Barry into the supply room. I couldn't see a panty line, so I think her panties were in her purse. I figured she was up to something, so I went into the supply room and started looking at file cards. That horny bitch kept bending over getting stuff out of a bottom file drawer, with her skirt riding up showing Barry her thighs and ass."

"She does have a nice ass," said Betty.

"Not as good as yours," said BB. "Anyway, I didn't know about you then and I had last fucked Barry on Monday morning and this was Friday. I figured he had a full load on board and I was looking forward to getting it that night. And here was this horny little bitch wanting to bend over and take it from him right there in the supply room."

"She probably would have too if you hadn't been in the room with them," said Betty.

"Yeah," BB nodded. "You can't blame him. A five-minute quickie in a closet to pump a load he'd been building up for the better part of a week. You just can't let a guy like this go that long without pussy, or at least a BJ."

They were talking about me as though I were not sitting there listening to every word. I didn't even remember the day in the supply room she was talking about.

"I don't remember that," I said.

BB laughed out loud. "He probably doesn't! That horny little bitch was trying to give him a hard on. I was scared shitless she was gonna steal a load I wanted to get that night. And this bastard was only thinking about finding the right file folder for his presentation that afternoon!"

"Anyway," BB continued, "I stayed there until Barry finished getting what he wanted and left the room. That bitch gave me a dirty look, like she figured I had kept her from getting into his pants. I'll bet that pussy was dripping! She came close to showing it to him. And she's not the only one who wanted him. Jesus, Betty, he's a great fuck. There'll be more bitches like that in the east coast office. I'm telling you Betty, you gotta take care of him."

Betty smiled. "We can both take care of him. Let's not go out to dinner tonight. Let's order in. Would you like that BB?"

BB's face went slack again – her sexual desire was obvious. "Can I have him now?"

"Let's see if he wants it," said Betty.

Betty unzipped my fly and found my cock was hard and standing at attention.

"I think he wants it."

BB dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock. "Look at this monster," she said. "Isn't it beautiful? "

"And he knows how to use it," said Betty.

BB sucked my cock for a few minutes and then got up and started taking off her business suit. She had a very sexy bra and garter belt underneath, but no panties. Her big curly haired beaver hid her pussy except for the tip of her clit, which was already getting hard. 

I finished my glass of wine in a single swallow. I needed energy. I needed fluids. I was going to have more pussy than I could handle for a very long weekend. Some days you just get lucky.



Cougar Meat



I didn't answer.

"Was her pussy loose?"

"Well, you see ... she ... ah ... "

"Tell me you bastard! Was her pussy loose?"

"No. It was nice and tight. You see, she does kegels regularly -- you know those pussy exercises that build up muscles. She does them in her office at work. She was doing them today, sitting at her desk, and when I caught her doing kegels, she winked at me."

"Oh my God! The bitch! The horny bitch! She's still got a tight pussy?"

I hesitated, then, "Yes."

"As tight as mine?"

"Well ... ah ... well ... "

"The bitch!" Betty was screaming now.

It was a long night. Question after question pried out of me every detail of the weekend of sex from fucking her to eating her pussy. Betty didn't cry, she was beyond that. She was pissed. She was shouting. And when I told her that BB liked to take it up the ass she just yelled at me, like it was my fault. 

Finally, I embraced her lovingly. "Do you want to go to bed?"

She shook her head. "I don't think we'd better. You're all fucked out and I'm all upset. If something ... you know ... didn't go right ... you know ... then things might get worse than they already are."

I held her close and kissed her cheek.

"When do you take her out again?" Betty asked.

"Wednesday. Same routine I guess -- but a different restaurant. She said we'd finish early. Said it was a workday. Wait till the weekend she said."

"The bitch!"

"I'll call and cancel if you tell me too."

"And get fired?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"You know what I want you to do!"

"Say it Betty. You gotta say it. We're gonna get married next year. I don't want any doubt in either of our heads about what's going on here. I'll cancel if you want me to."

A deep sigh, then, "Fuck the bitch. Fuck her like she wants." 

Betty had gotten very upset as she pried the story out of me in every detail. Now she just sat there with a stoic expression on her face. 

Finally she said with a chuckle, "I doubt if you're gonna be able to fuck me till that predatory bitch gives your pecker a rest."

I laughed, helplessly, and in a moment Betty joined me. "I don't think she gets tired of guys after two or three months. I think they just die off from the exhaustion of fucking her the way she likes."

Not every weekend was like the first. She eased off a bit, gradually, and each weekend became once or twice a night plus an occasional date to a top restaurant. Things just slowed down gradually. Betty was wrong. We got some good nights in after BB's lust level got a little lower. 

Then after a little over two months the invitations stopped coming and I got a big raise. I saw BB "doing" lunch with a young guy from accounting.

One night in bed, several months later, I said, "You think you'll be fucking that way when you're forty five?"

Betty laughed. "It won't do you any good if I am -- you won't be able to keep up the pace when you're forty-five! That's probably why she uses young guys." 

"By the way," I asked innocently, "who were the two gals you said were interested in bending over for me in the supply room?" 

"You bastard! You're lucky I didn't cut that damn thing off when you were fucking BB! You damn well better be joking! I'm gonna patrol that damn supply room."

Betty was happy. We were fucking regularly again. We were making marriage plans. My relationship to BB at work did not change at all. Professional all the way -- except doing her kegels -- she still winked at me when I caught her at it, sitting at her desk.