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The Cougar Prey's Counterattack

By: ExoMani



"Ooooou!" gushed the slender, yet still bosomy brunette, in a sexy, husky voice, "I should take you home with me right now, young man, for a very private little workout!" 

The attractive, older woman, who had just spoken, was standing there in the middle of the gym's parking lot, staring right at me over the top of her chic sunglasses.

"Wow!" I thought to myself in amazement, "These cougars are getting more and more brazen every day!"

I was genuinely surprised that this mature woman had hit on me like that. In truth, I was getting a bit used to being hit on by older women. It had already happened to me, on several occasions, in some of the classier bars and clubs. But, this was outside, on a warm weekday evening in early May. The sun was still shining, for crying out loud!

"And, on top of that, she called me 'young man'?!" my thoughts continued, "Geez! I don't look that young!"

I hid my surprise, as best I could, and forced myself to smile back at the well-dressed woman. I said jokingly, "Oh, you're just teasing me!" as I continued walking towards my car. I had just finished my Wednesday evening workout and I was on my way home.


"Oh, no! I am definitely not teasing you, sweetie!" responded the woman, as she walked purposefully towards me, her high-heeled shoes clicking away on the pavement.

"Oh, really?!" I said, as I stopped and waited for her to walk up to me.

"Yes, really!" she said, standing there right in front of me. She pushed her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head, then coolly reached out and placed her hands firmly on my chest and one of my biceps, "Oh, very nice! Very, very nice!" she continued, "You really do keep yourself in very good shape, dear!"

In truth, I am a fairly muscular guy. As I was wearing just a pair of workout shorts and a tee shirt, it was easy for her to see that I really do keep myself in very good shape. Not quite twenty-eight years old and clean-cut, I was well aware that I was prime, on the hoof, cougar prey. 

As the woman stood there, brazenly feeling the muscles, I became aware of the subtle fragrance of her perfume. I didn't recognize it, but it certainly smelled expensive. She was wearing a simple gold necklace and matching gold-stud earrings, but they too, somehow, managed to look fairly expensive. 

"Thanks!" I barely managed to mumble. By that time, I was truly stunned by the woman's boldness. I was used to flirting, a little bit, with some of the older women at the gym, but this sexy cougar was absolutely shameless.

"My name is Patricia, by the way," she said, matter-of-factly, "But, please call me Pat," as she offered me her hand.

Taking her offered hand, I just managed to answer, "It's nice to meet you, Pat." I continued, as I started to regain some of my composure, "My name is Thomas."

I studied Patricia's face, while we stood there. The woman had well defined cheekbones and a strong chin. She had the kind of face that was intelligent, strong, and beautiful, all at the same time. I suspected that with a different hairdo and makeup, Patricia would be absolutely "drop-dead" gorgeous. I'm an amateur artist, for what it's worth, so I tend to notice that sort of thing. 

"I know," she answered playfully, "I've seen you around the gym, Tommy."

We had never actually spoken to each other, before that first time in the parking lot, but I had also noticed Patricia around the gym. She was usually dressed in some kind of a tight, eye-catching spandex outfit, the kind that is designed to show off a woman's slender, yet classic, hourglass figure. I remembered that Patricia's prominent breasts were particularly impressive, in those tight workout clothes of hers. I had also noticed that she usually hung out with a small group of other, similarly dressed, cougars.

That particular evening, Patricia was still wearing her business clothes. She was dressed in a tailored, navy-blue skirt suit, an ivory silk blouse, sheer-black hose, and three-inch, high-heeled pumps. I noticed that the color of her pumps perfectly matched the color of her skirt suit. It was obvious to me that Patricia spent a lot of time, and money, on her wardrobe and her overall appearance. With her short, crop-cut, chestnut-brown hair, perfect suntan, nail polish that matched her lip-gloss, minimally applied makeup, and tasteful jewelry, she looked every inch the successful, no-nonsense, businesswoman.

Even in her business clothes, however, with her pretty face, wide-apart, gray-blue eyes, and alluring figure, I thought that Patricia looked really cute, and really hot, for an older woman. Patricia was, obviously, a seasoned cougar on the prowl, and I was very tempted to do anything that she wanted, right then and there.

As I continued to study Patricia, I became even more appreciative of her sensuous figure. She would have stood about five-feet six-inches tall, in her stocking feet. In her three-inch, high-heeled pumps, she stood, almost, at eye level with me. Patricia had that pleasing combination of a mature woman's bosom on a slender woman's frame. As I carefully looked her over, I saw that she could easily pass for someone in her early to mid-thirties, but I was certain that she was older than that. Younger women just don't display the kind of worldliness that she projected. I also noted, to my delight, that Patricia probably wore a D-cup bra. That, along with her shapely ass and narrow waist, made her a very tempting predator, indeed!

"Geez!" I said with equal playfulness, after I had regained a little more of my composure, "I just took a shower! But, exactly what kind of a workout do you have in mind, Pat?"

"I have a very hot, very sweaty, very private workout in mind for you, sweetie," she said seductively, as she started to feel the muscles of my arm, again. After, licking her full lips, she continued with a big smile, "That is, if you think that you can handle another workout this evening, young man."

"Another workout this evening!" I repeated in my mind, "Wow! This woman is absolutely shameless!"

"Will you be gently with me?" I teased her back, as she waited for my response. 

"Hummmmm?" Patricia said, as she looked at me and smiled. She continued, with a sexy chuckle, after a moment's thought, "No, probably not, Tommyboy!" 

At that point, I gave in wholeheartedly to temptation. "Well," I sighed, "I guess that I'm at your mercy!"

"Yes. Yes, you are, sweetie!" Patricia answered with a seductive laugh, "Now, why don't you just follow me over to my place, right now, dear? It's only a ten minute drive from here."

"All right," I said eagerly, "That's my jeep, right over there."

"This is my BMW," she said, already walking confidently towards her car. "Just follow me, sweetie," she added over her shoulder as she walked away, "I'm going to give you a real good workout this evening, Tommyboy!"

As I climbed into my jeep and followed Patricia to her house, I wondered about what I was getting myself into with this woman. Was I willingly entering a 'lioness's den', or should I have thought of it as entering a 'cougar's lair'? I laughed when I finally realized that they were both, pretty much, the same thing!

I wasn't involved in a serious relationship with anyone, at that particular time, so I had no feelings of guilt about chasing after Patricia on a moment's notice. On the other hand, I really didn't know anything about the woman, other than that we both worked out in the same gym. 

I really had no desire to get involved with a married woman, in her own home, no matter how attractive she was. My life was already too complicated for that. I had, however, taken notice that Patricia was wearing several very expensive looking rings, none of which looked like a wedding band, or an engagement ring. But, I had already learned that you can never be entirely certain about a cougar's marital status, just from looking at her jewelry. So, I decided to ask Patricia about the possibility of a jealous husband, just as soon as we arrived at her place.

In spite of my apprehensions about the woman, I was very aroused. Patricia was one classy looking cougar, and, I must admit, I've always had a weakness for older women. There's just something exciting about a beautiful, full-grown, experienced woman that all the pretty, young, little girly-girls can't hope to compete with. I really hoped that Patricia wasn't married, or seriously involved with anyone!

When I had some more time to think about it, as I followed behind Patricia's expensive car in my jeep, I again marveled at her unabashed brazenness. Patricia wasn't the first cougar that I had spent some time with, but she was, by far, the most aggressive.

As I continued to follow Patricia's car out into the nearby countryside, I suddenly thought, "I wonder what she would do, if I behaved as aggressively towards her as she has already done with me?" My thoughts continued along the same line, "That would be really, really funny!" I was so amused by the idea of turning the tables on her, that by the time we pulled into the long driveway that led to Patricia's large Tudorbethan-style home, I had completed formulating an amusing little plan. 

I had also used the drive time to dig some condoms, and a small tube of K-Y Jelly, out of my briefcase and to put them in the pocket of my shorts. One should always be prepared when dealing with attractive, horny women, you know!

Patricia's impressive house stood all by itself, a fair distance off of the main country road. It was surrounded by tall, old trees and shrubbery, and located near the top of a small hill. It was obvious, from her car and from her home, that Patricia was a woman of some wealth. "Still," I thought to myself, as I looked around, "that's not uncommon, for a cougar."

When we had both gotten out of our cars, Patricia looked at me and said, with justifiable pride in her voice, "Welcome to my home, Tom."

"Very impressive, Pat," I said truthfully, "Very, very impressive."

"Why thank you, Tom!" she answered with a big smile.

Not wanting to put it off any longer, I asked, "So, Pat, is there a 'Mr. Patricia', or a steady boyfriend, around here somewhere, that I should know about?"

"Not to worry!" Patricia answered cheerfully, "I'm single." She continued teasingly, "Anyway, why do you care, Tommy?"

I replied seriously, "I care because I'm way too young to get shot in the back by a jealous husband, or boyfriend. Even over a beautiful woman like you, Pat."

Patricia laughed with delight and said, "Well then, you have nothing to worry about, sweetie! At least, not with me!" She continued, "We're the only ones here this evening, Tommy, and I have a very special workout planned for you!" She finished, rather imperiously, "Now, just follow me, dear!"

I admired Patricia's cool, confident walk and the sexy sway of her shapely ass, as I followed her up the sidewalk to her front door. "Oh, yeah!" I thought to myself, "This woman looks like she can give me quite a workout!" 

Patricia opened the front door and, without waiting to see if I was still following her, stepped inside. Placing her sunglasses and briefcase on a nearby entranceway table, she turned and confidently looked me right in the eye.

"Well then, Tommy," Patricia said seductively, "let's get started!" She continued, with a big smile, "My pantyhose is already damp, just from thinking about what I'm going to do to you, sweetie!"

Patricia stepped right up to me and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard on the mouth and, without any hesitation, pushed her tongue between my startled lips.

In truth, I was a little surprised by her continued aggressiveness, but I quickly thought to myself in amusement, "Well, now it's going to be my turn to surprise this hot, sexy cougar!"  

Pulling Patricia still closer to me, I wrapped both of my arms tightly around her, crushing her prominent breasts hard against my chest. She seemed very pleased with my ardor when I pushed my own tongue into her mouth. It was only a moment before Patricia started to slowly rub herself against me, as we passionately French-kissed, just inside the door of her home.

I slowly ran both of my hands up and down her back while we kissed. I stopped, momentarily, at the small of her back, then continued to slowly feel my way down over her shapely ass. Once that I had both of Patricia's curvaceous ass cheeks cupped in my hands, there was not a doubt in my mind that I was holding a real woman!

Looking around, as best I could under the circumstances, I saw that her nearby living room contained a large, comfortable looking sofa. Slowly and deliberately, while we continued to tongue-kiss and dry-hump, I steered Patricia towards that sofa. While guiding her in the direction that I wanted to go, I would stop occasionally, cup both of Patricia's shapely, womanly ass cheeks in my hands, and lift her up on her tippy-toes. She pressed herself even harder against me, whenever I stopped to grope her like that.

Before long, I had maneuvered us in front of her sofa. Patricia continued to feverishly rub her loins hard against mine, the entire time that we moved across the floor. I knew that she could feel my erection poking right back at her, as we slowly dry-humped our way across her living room.

Patricia broke our kiss and tried to say something, when she felt the sofa bump up against the back of her legs. I, however, immediately tongue-kissed her again, preventing her from uttering a single word.

I was fairly certain that Patricia wanted me to stop, momentarily, so that she could lead me to her bedroom. I, however, had another, much more amusing plan in mind for her. While she feebly tried to pull away from me, I slowly and gently pushed her down on the sofa.    

Patricia, finally, stopped her weak struggles against my ardent tongue-kiss when I had her pinned down firmly on her back. At that point, she forcefully pushed her tongue into my mouth, threw her arms around me, and pulled me tightly against her.

Still locked in our long, passionate kiss, Patricia reached down and started tugging at the hem of my tee shirt. At her urging, I raised myself up and helped her pull my tee shirt over my head. Tossing my shirt carelessly aside, I leaned back down and French-kissed her again, pressing my naked chest into her still fully clothed breasts.

Shifting most of my weight to the side, I wrapped one arm tightly around her shoulders and used my free hand to slowly explore her shapely body. Patricia clutched back at me, as I gently ran my hand over both of her impressive, silk-covered breasts. Enjoying the feeling of her smooth, silk blouse under my probing fingers, I was even more pleased by the feel of the firm, womanly breasts that were still hidden beneath her clothing. 

I reached up and began to slowly unbutton the front of Patricia's silk blouse. She impatiently pushed my hand aside, and breathed, almost frantically, "Here, let me do that!"

I calmly leaned back and watched as Patricia quickly unbuttoned her blouse. I caught just a glimpse of her sexy, shiny-white satin bra, before she sat up to remove the rest of her clothing. When Patricia tried to take off her suit jacket and blouse, however, I laughed and pushed her down, flat on her back, on the sofa again. I had another plan in mind for my brazen, aggressive cougar that evening.

Patricia giggled as I leaned down to French-kissed her again. Holding the kiss, I slowly ran my hand from her flat stomach, back up her slender body, to her satin-covered breasts. Pressing my hand firmly into her voluptuous chest, I kneaded both of Patricia's large, firm breasts, in turn, through her shinny-white satin bra.

As she held onto me, I broke our kiss and pulled her a few inches up off the sofa. Reaching around the inside of her loose blouse, I quickly unfastened the back of her bra. With her bra unfastened, Patricia tried yet again to sit up to remove her clothing. Again, I stopped her and gently pushed her back down on the sofa.

Leaning down and pushing my tongue back into her mouth, I ran my hand back up Patricia's body and underneath her loose satin bra. I gently kneaded her big, firm breasts and, for the first time, felt the size and shape of her long, thick, erect nipples beneath my probing fingers.

Breaking our kiss, I leaned back and slowly pushed Patricia's shinny-white, satin bra up over the tops of her firm breasts. Taking her sizable breasts gently in both of my hands, I looked down and admired Patricia's mouth-watering, long, thick, erect nipples. Patricia's prominent nipples and small areolas were brownish-red in color. They contrasted beautifully with the ivory triangles of skin left behind by her shape of the skimpy bikini top that she must have wore during her tanning sessions.

"I really like your sexy tan lines," I said softly, as I stared down at Patricia.

Leaning back down, I insistently pushed my tongue back into her willing mouth, as far as I could. Slowly, I ran my hand back down her body, from her voluptuous breasts to her flat stomach. Stopping at her stomach for only a moment, I continued down and over her skirt, feeling the sexy little bulge of her "mummy-tummy" just below her navel. I slowly continued to move my hand further down, until I reached the noticeable warmth of her still fully-clothed crotch. Patricia pushed back at me with her own tongue, as I firmly spread her sexy legs further apart and slowly rubbed the soft mound of her vulva through her skirt. 

Breaking our kiss, I watched Patricia's beautiful face as I leaned back and slowly pushed her skirt up around her waist. Her beautiful eyes and her sensuous mouth were wide open in excitement and uncertainty, as she looked up at me. With her suit jacket and blouse hanging open, her bra hanging loose, and her skirt hiked up around her waist, Patricia was more than just a little disheveled. The practical white panties that she wore under her pantyhose only added to the picture of her total disarray. I smiled down at her, and continued on with my amusing plan for the evening.

Seeing the look of uncertainty on Patricia's lovely face, I knew that she had been totally unprepared for my own aggressiveness. Leaning down, I French-kissed Patricia and pinned her back down on the sofa, yet again. With my tongue in her mouth, I ran my free hand firmly over Patricia's shapely, pantyhose-covered ass, kneading her firm ass cheeks through the smooth, thin fabric. Moving on to her womanly thighs, I spread her legs still further apart and cupped her nylon-covered sex in my palm. I could feel the distinct bulge of her long, thick inner pussy lips beneath my fingers, as I slowly explored between her still clothed thighs.

Patricia broke our kiss and softly moaned, "Oooooh!" as I continued to firmly rub my hand over her pantyhose-covered mound. 

Kissing her again, I continued to tease Patricia by rubbing my hand slowly up-and-down over her still clothed vulva. Finally, in frustration, she tried to reach down to remove her pantyhose and panties by herself. Gently, but firmly, pushing her hands aside, I grasped the waistbands of her pantyhose and panties with both of my hands and quickly pulled them down over her shapely ass and thighs. Much to Patricia's surprise, I stopped when her pantyhose and panties were tangled around her knees, leaving her with her clothing even more disheveled than before.

I sat back, for a few seconds, and admired my handiwork. I drank in the sight of Patricia's messed up clothing and her beautiful, sexy body. I nearly salivated at the sight of her dark bush and the hint of her long, thick inner labia peaking out from between her nearly closed thighs. Patricia's creamy-white tan lines, from the tiny thong bikini bottom that she must have worn while sunbathing, excited me even more. Those tan lines made it clear to me that I was seeing a special, private part of Patricia, a part that, I was sure, few other people had had the privilege of seeing.


The Cougar Prey's Counterattack



"I'd better get ready for you now," I said with a big smile, as I looked down at the rather confused expression on Patricia's beautiful face. I quickly kicked off my shoes, then took off my socks and shorts, as she lay there on her back, staring up at me.


It was a great relief to finally free my hard cock from the confines of my shorts. I had been fully erect for some time, while I had toyed with Patricia.

"Do you want to help me with this?" I said in a deliberately conversational tone, as I opened a condom package.

As she stared up at me, opened mouth, I calmly said, "No? Well, that's all right, Pattie. I can do this all by myself," as I quickly rolled the condom over my erection.

I quickly squeezed some K-Y Jelly onto my fingers, rubbed the lubricant over my rock-hard cock, and then turned my attentions back to Patricia. She had recovered, just a little, from her initial surprise at my own aggressiveness. While I was busy putting on the condom, she had just managed to sit herself upright on the sofa again.

I surprised Patricia even more, however, when I again stopped her from removing her suit jacket and blouse. She was clearly stunned, as I took hold of both of her hands and pulled them away from her tangled clothing. Sitting down on the sofa alongside of her, I insistently pushed my tongue back into her mouth and slowly moved my hand down over her body to her now naked crotch. Patricia squirmed to spread her legs wider for me as I slowly combed my fingers through the top of her thick bush. But, with her pantyhose and panties still wrapped around her knees, she didn't succeed. 

Patricia was clearly frustrated as she broke our kiss and struggled, again without success, to remove her suit jacket and blouse. Firmly brushing her hands away from her clothing yet again, I kissed her deeply and ran my hand slowly between her trapped thighs.

"Wait a minute!" Patricia moaned in frustration, after she broke our kiss, "Let me get these clothes off!"

"I can't wait!" I replied, as I tongue-kissed her again. Breaking the kiss, I continued, "I don't want to wait!" as she continued to fumble with her clothing.

It was obvious that Patricia was confused, and a little distressed, as I forced my tongue back into her mouth while I continued to gently massage her inner thighs with my hand. Confused, however, is exactly what I wanted Patricia to be that evening. I had every intention of taking that hot, sexy cougar as my own prey.

Patricia began to kiss me back with real passion as her struggles with her clothing slowly subsided. At that point, I made my next move. Breaking our kiss, I stood up and firmly pushed Patricia over onto her side, then quickly rolled her over onto her stomach.

"What?! What are you doing?!" she breathed in surprise and confusion, as she struggled to get back up.

As I surveyed the situation, I realized that the facedown position, that I had just placed Patricia in, wasn't going to work. Still, I took a few seconds to admire the thin, creamy-white lines that had been left behind on Patricia's shapely ass by the fabric of her tanning thong.

"No, Pattie," I answered soothingly, "You're right. This really won't work very well, will it?" I gently patted her sexy, naked ass cheeks and continued, "Let's try this, instead," as I lifted her up into a kneeling position, lengthwise across the sofa.

"Oh, yes!" I continued, as I looked her over, "This is going to be much, much better!" Holding Patricia still as she knelt there on the on cushions of her sofa, staring openmouthed at me, I made quite a show of spreading some more lubricant onto my fingers.

Patricia's eyes grew even wider when I moved around behind her. "What?! What are you doing?!" she yelped, as she turned her head to stare at me over her shoulder. She continued in a high-pitched voice, "Let me get up and get these clothes off!"

"Just relax, Pattie, just relax," I said soothingly, as I gently rubbed a lubricated finger between the thick folds of her barely exposed inner pussy lips. I continued teasingly, as I looked at her beautiful, sexy body, "Oh, I think that someone gets their bikini line waxed on a regular basis, don't they? Very nice, Pattie! Very, very nice!"

As I admired Patricia's shapely, womanly ass and the creamy-white outline left by her skimpy tanning thong against her darker skin, she giggled, in spite of herself. She repeated, impatiently, "Please, Tom, let me get up and get these clothes off!"

"No, Pattie! I want to take you just like you are! I can't wait any longer, Pattie!" I answered laughingly, "I want you right here, right now!"

With Patricia still wearing her high-heeled shoes and her knees still trapped together by her pantyhose and panties, I carefully straddled her legs and put my rock-hard cock at the entrance to her barely exposed slit. I really didn't want to hurt Patricia in any way, but I was determined to have some fun with her, at her expense. I was determined to answer her earlier, blatant, sexual aggression with some playful sexual aggression of my own.

"Now just hold still, Pattie," I said in my most soothing voice, "I'll have my hard cock deep inside of you in no time at all!"

"What?! What?!" she yelped.

"Now! Now! I told you that I couldn't wait to have you, Pattie," I replied soothingly to her protests. "Now just relax and hold still for me."

Actually, I took my time with Patricia, in spite of my words. I wanted to ravish her, not rape her. There really is a very big difference between the two acts. 

"But, I want to get undressed first!" she cried in a frustrated, slightly whinny voice.

I laughed and thought to myself, "Now, that's what I was waiting for!" Her words told me that Patricia still wanted me to take her, but on her own terms.

"No. No," I soothed, "I want you just like you are." I continued, "I can't wait to take you, Pattie."

"Oooooh!" Patricia moaned loudly in frustration.

"Now, just relax and hold still, Pattie," I repeated, while I gently rubbed the head of my rock-hard cock against the well-lubricated entrance of her pussy, "I want you right here, right now, just like you are."

Patricia relaxed a little and giggled, as I continued to toy with her.

"I'm going to take you right now, Pattie," I said soothingly, as I slowly and gently began to ease my erection into her tight pussy.

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, as I slowly pushed the head of my rock-hard cock inside of her.

"It this all right, Pattie?" I asked softly, as I stopped with my hard-on barely inside of her tight pussy.

"Yes! Yes!" Patricia gasped, "It's all right!" She continued, almost panting now, "It's all right! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Slowly, I continued to push my hard-on all the way inside of my sexy cougar, while she breathed in ragged, little gasps. 

Patricia sighed, "Uhhhhhhhhhh!" as my erection finally penetrated to the full depth of her tight pussy.

"How's that, Pattie?" I asked softly, as I stopped with my rock-hard cock deep inside of her.

"Oh, that's good!" Patricia sighed, "That's really, really good!"

Slowly, I began to rock myself back-and-forth inside of her. Patricia, in turn, began to move with me in the same slow, steady rhythm.

"How's that, Pattie?" I asked soothingly, as I slowly rocked back-and-forth. "Is this all right, Pattie?"

"Yes! Yes! It's really good!" she breathed, "It's really, really good!"

"I couldn't wait to take you, Pattie!" I whispered, as I continued the slow, steady movements of my rock-hard cock in-and-out of her tight pussy, "I couldn't wait to put my hard cock deep inside of you!"

"I know!" she giggled, "I could tell!"

"You are so sexy, Pattie!" I whispered, "You are just so hot!"

Patricia didn't answer, as she began to breathe harder.

"I couldn't wait to take you, Pattie!" I whispered. 

Patricia's breathing quickened yet again, as I increased the length and speed of my strokes in-and-out of her tight pussy.

"You are so hot, Pattie!" I whispered, "You are so sexy, Pattie!"

I continued to talk to Patricia like that, as I steadily pumped my rock-hard cock in-and-out of her tight slit from behind.

Soon, Patricia was breathing so hard that she was beginning to pant. As I gently kneaded her sexy apple-bottom ass with one hand and fondled her firm, hanging breasts with the other, she softly moaned, "Uhhhhh!"

"I couldn't wait to put my hard cock deep inside of you!" I whispered, "I couldn't wait to fondle your big breasts and play with your long, thick, hard nipples!" as I cupped Patricia's hanging, swaying breasts and tweaked her prominent nipples with my fingers. 

"Uhhhhh!" she softly moaned, as I continued to tweak her nipples while I steadily pumped my rock-hard cock in-and-out of her tight pussy.

It was my turn to be surprised when Patricia suddenly spasmed and loudly moaned, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" as I continued the strong, steady rhythm of my cock in-and-out of her tight slit. I felt her pussy contract, even tighter, around my hard-on with her spasm.

Within seconds, she spasmed and moaned, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" yet again, as her pussy contracted, momentarily, around my cock. 

Her tight pussy was really wet after her spasms. I was really surprised that Patricia had orgasmed so quickly, and without me paying any special attention to her clit. I had planned on rolling her over onto her back before we finished with our little tryst, but I realized that there was really no need for me to do that just yet.

"This woman is either very horny, very highly sexed, or very turned on by my aggressiveness!" I thought to myself. "Or," it then occurred to me, "maybe, she's all three!"

I was thoroughly enjoying my control over my sexy cougar, and Patricia, obviously, was enjoying what I was doing to her. I continued to thrust my rock-hard shaft in-and-out of her tight, wet pussy with the same strong, steady rhythm, as I held her there on her hands and knees.

"Oh, you really are a hot, sexy, little cougar, aren't you, Pattie?" I whispered, as I continued to rock my hips back-and-forth, steadily thrusting my hard shaft in-and-out of her pussy from behind.

Patricia moaned softly, but didn't answer my question. 

I said, more loudly this time, "You really are a hottie, aren't you, Pattie?"

"Yes!" she finally giggled.

"What's that you said, Pattie?" I teased, "I can't hear you!"

"Yes!" she answered, much louder this time.

"What's that you said, Pattie?" I teased yet again.

"Yes! Yes! I really am a hottie!" she breathed.

"So," I asked, "just how often does a sex cougar like you go out on the prowl, Pattie?" as I kneaded her shapely ass with one hand, and gently tweaked one of her thick, erect, swaying nipples with the other.

When she didn't respond to me, I said, "So, just how often do you go out hunting for tender young prey like me, Pattie?"

Again, Patricia didn't answer me. So I repeated, more insistently, "How often do you go out hunting for tender young prey like me, Pattie?"

"Not often," she finally gasped.

"Oh, really?" I teased.

"Yes, really!" she breathed, with clear annoyance in her voice. She continued, "But, I was really horny today!"

"Only today?" I teased.

She didn't answer, so I repeated, "Only today, Pattie?"

"No! Not only today!" she yelled back at me angrily. 

"Well, don't worry, Pattie!" I teased, "I promise that I'll do my best to take care of you today!"

Patricia didn't respond to the last of my teasing, and I suddenly realized that I had teased her too much. So, I continued the strong, steady thrusts of my rock-hard cock into her tight, wet pussy in silence for a while.

As I gently massaged her sexy body with both of my hands, I could feel that Patricia was very warm and that she was beginning to perspire. As I hadn't allowed her to remove any of her clothing, that, of course, was to be expected. Soon, however, Patricia started to breathe hard again and I could see, even from my position behind her, that her face was flushed.

"You are so sexy!" I whispered, as I continued to steadily pump my rock-hard cock in-and-out of her tight, wet pussy.

Patricia just moaned, "Uhhhhh!" softly in reply.

"I couldn't wait to have you, Pattie!" I said, "You are so hot!"

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she moaned again.

"I couldn't wait to put my hard cock deep inside of your beautiful body!" I whispered, as I increased the speed and length of my thrusts inside of her, "You are so sexy!"

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she moaned loudly in respond.

"I couldn't wait to take you, Pattie!" I whispered, as I continued to thrust my rock-hard cock deep inside of her from behind.

Patricia bucked hard and moaned, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" as I continued to pump my hard-on in-and-out of her tight, wet slit. 

Within seconds, she bucked again and moaned, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" as her tight pussy contracted even tighter around my hard cock with each of her spasms.

Her continued spasms triggered my own reaction. I pushed my throbbing, rock-hard cock deep into her tight, wet pussy and exploded a big load of hot cum deep inside of her.

She spasmed, yet again, and moaned, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" as I spurted yet another jet of hot cum deep inside of her body.

I spurted one last time and held her still, with my erection buried to the hilt, deep inside of her tight, wet pussy.

"Wow!" I whispered, as I gently ran my hands over Patricia's beautiful body, "You are really hot!"

Patricia giggled and said breathlessly, "I'm even hotter with all of these clothes on!" She continued, "Are you going to let me get undressed now?!"

I laughed and answered, "No, Pattiecakes!" as I playfully spanked her curvaceous, naked ass with the palm of my hand.

My cock was still rock-hard, so I continued, in accordance with my plan for the evening, "No, sweetie! I'm going to take you again, right here, right now, just like you are!"

"What?! What?!" she gasped in surprise. 

"You heard me, Pattiecakes!" I laughed, "Now, just be still for a moment!" as I gently eased my still rock-hard cock out of her tight, wet pussy. I continued soothingly, "I need to put on a fresh condom, dear. Then, I'll have my hard cock back inside of you in no time!"

"What?!" she sputtered, as she struggled to sit up on the sofa. With Patricia's skirt still pushed up around her waist, her suit jacket, blouse, and bra hanging loose, and her pantyhose and panties still tangled around her knees, sitting up was not particularly easy thing for her to do! 

"You heard me, Pattiecakes!" I said, as I quickly used my discarded tee shirt to clean myself up before putting on a fresh condom.

"But, I want to get undressed now!" she wailed, as she tried, unsuccessfully, to take off her suit jacket and blouse. Unfortunately for Patricia, by that time, I was ready for her again.

I said, "No, Pattiecakes! I can't wait any longer! I'm going to take you again, right here, right now, just like you are!"

Before she could respond, I kissed her hard and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth. With my arms clamped firmly around her, she finally gave up her struggles and melted against me in response to my kiss. Within seconds, Patricia passionately pushed her own tongue back into my mouth.

Holding our tongue-kiss, I pressed her back down onto the sofa. When I broke our kiss, I moved slowly down her body, running my hand over her sexy breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs. Reaching Patricia's bunched up pantyhose and panties, I leaned back and slowly pulled them over her knees and calves, stopping when they were down around her ankles.

As I looked down at Patricia, still tangled up in her clothing, I had another amusing idea. So, instead of pulling her pantyhose and panties all the way off, I lifted Patricia's beautiful legs up off of the sofa and gently pushed her knees apart.

I stopped, for a few seconds, just to sit there and look down at Patricia's fully exposed sex. I could now clearly see the triangle shape of her thick, dark-brown thatch of pubic hair. Her dark bush was outlined by the creamy-white skin that must have once been covered by a skimpy thong bikini bottom that she wore during her tanning sessions. It was also evident that Patricia, definitely, had her bikini line waxed, including her vulva, from the top of her clit, all the way down to her sexy ass. The sight of Patricia's completely bald vulva, with her long, thick, reddish-brown inner pussy lips, literally made my mouth water. As I held her legs open and leaned forward, I saw moisture on the inside of her prominent inner labia. 

"What?! What are you doing now?!" she breathed, as I slowly began to slip my head between her wide-spread knees.

As my faced passed close to her vulva, I inhaled Patricia's musky, womanly scent. "Ummmmm! You smell really good!" I whispered, as I stopped and tickled her thick thatch of dark pubic hair with my nose. 

Patricia giggled, "Oooooh! Oooooh!" as I planted soft, wet kisses on her now fully exposed pussy, before moving on.

Spreading Patricia's knees still further apart, I slowly pushed my arms between her legs and began to move myself up her beautiful body. Attempting to mount Patricia again, with her still tangled up in her business suit, felt almost like putting on an extremely warm, erotic piece of clothing.   

"Oh my god!" she cried in surprise, "What are you doing?!"

Patricia's legs were trapped around my shoulders by her own tangled pantyhose and panties. Although she struggled mightily, she couldn't free herself from the entanglement that I had created.

"I'm going to take you again, Pattie! Right here, right now!" I said, as I continued to maneuver myself into position.  

"But?! But?!" she protested.

"I can't wait, Pattiecakes!" I said, "I must have you again, right here, right now!"

Patricia suddenly began to laugh as she watched, and felt, me wiggle between her trapped legs. She giggled, "I can't believe that you're doing this to me!"

"I'm not through yet!" I teased, while she continued to laugh and giggle.

"Ooooou!" she said, as I finally leaned back and moved my rock-hard cock close to the entrance of her tight, wet slit. This time, I was not at all surprised when Patricia reached down, firmly grasped my hard-on in her hand, and guided my towards her tight, wet pussy. Her eyes were closed almost to slits and her lips were pursed, as she touched to tip of my rock-hard cock to the entrance of her womanhood.

"Oooooh!" she moaned softly, as she slowly guided my hard-on back inside of her. 

"I couldn't wait to have you again, Pattiecakes!" I said.

"I know!" she cooed, as I continued to enter her, "I know!"

Slowly, I eased my rock-hard cock deep inside of her warm, wet slit. When I was completely inside of her, I put my weight on one arm and lowered myself down so that I could kiss her on the mouth. Patricia threw her arms around me and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, as I gently ran my free hand under her loose bra.

As we continued our tongue-kiss, I pushed her suit jacket and blouse further open. With my tongue still in her mouth, I insistently pushed her loose bra up and over her firm, heavy breasts.

Patricia's skin and clothing was damp from perspiration. Her thick, erect, brownish-red nipples hardened even more as I exposed them to the cool air of the room. I gently ran my fingers and palm over both of her hard nipples, in turn, as I began to slowly thrust my hard-on in-and-out of her tight, wet pussy.

"You are so sexy!" I whispered, "I couldn't wait to mount you again, Pattiecakes!"

"Oooooh!" she moaned, before I plunged my tongue back into her mouth, yet again.

Increasing the length and strength of my strokes, I established a strong, steady rhythm in-and-out of her tight, wet pussy. With my free hand, I continued to fondle her firm breasts, and tweak her long, thick, erect nipples.




The Cougar Prey's Counterattack



Breaking our kiss, I said, "I really like your sexy tan lines, Pattiecakes," as I once more had the opportunity to admire the creamy-white triangles emblazoned on her prominent breasts, left there by the shape of the skimpy bikini top that she must have worn while she sunbathed.

Patricia continued to feebly thrash her legs, in a useless attempt to free her ankles from her pantyhose and panties, while I steadily pumped my cock in-and-out of her tight, wet slit.

"You are so hot!" I murmured, "I want to use your beautiful body for my pleasure again!" I continued, "I want to take you again and again!"

"Oooooh!" she moaned, before I quickly closed her mouth with another deep tongue-kiss.

Again, breaking our kiss, I whispered, "I want to keep my hard cock deep inside of you, Pattiecakes!"

"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she moaned, before I quieted her, yet again, with my mouth.

After another long tongue-kiss, I bent my head down and kissed her firm breasts. Slowly, I planted kisses all over her voluptuous, heaving chest. Very gently, using only my lips, I sucked one of her thick, hard nipples up into my mouth.

"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she moaned softly, in respond to my attentions.

"I want to suck on both of your beautiful, long, thick nipples," I whispered, before taking Patricia's other thick, erect nipple into my mouth.

"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she moaned again, as I continued to gently suck her long nipples into my mouth, alternating slowly back-and-forth between them. 

"Your nipples are so succulent!" I whispered, as I came up for air, for just a moment.

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she gasped in surprise.

"Are your succulent nipples sensitive, Pattiecakes?" I whispered.

"What?!" What did you say?!" she gasped.

"Are your succulent nipples sensitive, Pattiecakes?" I repeated softly.

"Yes! Yes!" Patricia gushed, as I gently took one of her hard nipples back into my mouth. "Oh god, they're sensitive!" she continued, as she pressed my face down into her chest with her hands.

"Do you like nursing me, Pattiecakes?" I whispered, as I again, momentarily, took my lips away from her long, thick, nipples.

"Uhhhhh! She groaned, with out answering.

"Do you like nursing me, Pattiecakes?" I repeated insistently. 

"Uhhhhh!" she groaned loudly, "Yes! Yes! Yes, I do!"

"Then, tell me so!" I whispered, "Tell me that you like nursing me with your beautiful breasts, Pattiecakes!"

"I like nursing you!" she gushed, "Uhhhhh! I like nursing you with my beautiful breasts!"

Patricia was breathing hard. Within seconds she spasmed and moaned very loudly, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" as I continued the strong, steady rhythm of my rock-hard cock in-and-out of her tight, wet pussy.

Again, she spasmed and moaned, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" as I continued to thrust my hard-on deep inside of her.

"Oh!" she breathed, "Oh my god! Oh my god" as she tried to catch her breath. Patricia's hair was matted, her face and chest were flushed bright red, and she was sweating profusely. Her tousled clothing was wet from our combined sweat, but her beautiful, gray-blue eyes were shinning up at me. 

I slowed my strong steady rhythm, just a little, as I continued to pump my hard-on into her tight, wet pussy.

Patricia regained a little of her composure and said with a giggle, "You could have, at least, waited for me to get undressed, you know!" as she ran her hands soothingly over my back.

"No, I couldn't, Pattie!" I said laughingly, "I couldn't wait to put my hard cock back inside of you again!"

"Oooooh!" she moaned in delight, as I slowly increased the speed and length of my thrusts.

Patricia reached up, put both of her arms around my neck, and pulled my head down to kiss me deeply on the mouth. She slowly rubbed my back and kneaded my ass cheeks while we continued our long, long tongue-kiss.

Finally breaking our kiss, I whispered, "You are so sexy! You are so hot!" as I continued to pump my rock-hard cock in-and-out of her beautiful, womanly body.

"I'm going to cum inside of you again, Pattiecakes!" I whispered, as I watched her start to breathe harder, yet again.

"Are you going to orgasm for me again?" I whispered.

Patricia didn't answer me, but she started breathing even harder.

"Are you going to orgasm for me again, Pattiecakes?" I repeated.

Patricia was beginning to pant when she softly moaned, "Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!"

"That's it Pattie!" I whispered, "Cum for me again! Cum for me again, Pattiecakes! I want you to cum for me again, Pattiecakes!"

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she moaned louder, as I continued my strong, steady thrusts in-and-out of her tight, wet pussy.

Cum for me again, Pattiecakes!" I urged.

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she moaned still louder.

"That's it, Pattiecakes!" I said, "Cum for me again, you sexy thing!"

"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly, as she spasmed beneath me and her pussy contracted, momentarily, around my cock.

As I continued the strong, steady rhythm of my rock-hard cock in-and-out of her tight, wet pussy, she moaned loudly, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" and spasmed yet again.

"Yes! That's it Pattiecakes!" I said, "Cum for me again!"

"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, yet again.

As Patricia's spasms ended, my own spasms began. I thrust my rock-hard cock deep inside of her and spurted my second load of hot cum. I spasmed again, and yet again, before I was finally finished.

"Wow!" I breathed softly, when my spasms had subsided.

"Yes, wow!" she giggled breathlessly, as she looked up at me with a big smile on her beautiful face. Patricia's gray-blue eyes were shining, her face was flushed crimson red, and her clothing was now almost soaked through from our combined sweat.

Patricia kissed my hard on the mouth and held me tight as we both caught our breath. Slowly, my cock finally began to soften inside of her. I continued to enjoy the warmth and feel of Patricia's sexy body while we both slowly cooled down and our breathing finally returned to normal.

"Now," I whispered, "let's see if we can get ourselves untangled, Pattiecakes."

"You get us untangled!" she giggled, "You're the one that got us into this position in the first place!"

"All right," I laughed, "Just give me a moment, Pattiecakes!"

Patricia continued to laugh and giggle as I slowly extracted myself from between her sexy legs. As her ankles were still entangled in her pantyhose and panties, extracting myself did take a little bit of effort. When I was finally free, I laughed and helped Patricia to sit up on the sofa.

"My god!" she said, as she tried to adjust her clothing, "Just look at me! I am such a mess!"

"That's true, Pattiecakes!" I said with another laugh, "But, you're a very beautiful mess!"

"Why, thank you, Tom!" she giggled as she tried to smooth her tousled hair. She continued, "I can't believe that you just ravished me like that! Twice!"

"Oh?" I said innocently, "Should I have ravished you some other way, Pattiecakes?"

"No!" she laughed, "That was a good and through ravishing, thank you very much!"

"Well," I laughed back, "then I think that it's time for me to go. My work here is through," before I kissed her softly on the mouth. Patricia giggled at my little joke and kissed me back hard.

As I started to get up, Patricia put her arms around me and said, "Wait, Tom!" She kissed me hard on the mouth, yet again, while she held onto me.

Finally breaking our kiss, Patricia said, "Wait a moment! I want to give you my phone number! I want you to call me!"

Patricia started to fumble with her disheveled clothing again, so I helped her to stand up and held her steady while she kicked off her shoes. With me holding her steady, Patricia finally managed to disentangle herself from the bunched up pantyhose and panties that I had left down around her ankles. When Patricia could finally stand up on her own, I released her and watched patiently while she quickly smoothed down her skirt and refastened a couple of buttons on her blouse. I marveled that even after being thoroughly ravished, Patricia was still a beautiful, sexy looking woman. I guess that's what the word "ravishing" really means! 

"Wait right here, Tom, while I get my purse!" she breathed, as she rushed away from me in her bare feet. While Patricia went for her purse, I put on my own shorts, shoes, and socks. My tee shirt was a mess, so I wrapped my discarded condoms, and condom wrappers, inside of the shirt, and just carried it in my hand.

Patricia rushed back into the living room and quickly proceeded to write her home phone number on the back of one of her business cards. "Here," she said, as she handed me the card, "I want you to call me, Tom! I want you to call me and ravage me again, real soon!" As I took her offered card, she threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately on the mouth.

I really reveled in the impression that I had made upon Patricia. I was especially pleased that she had given me her phone number and nearly begged me to call her. Patricia made me feel like I was a real stud that evening!

When we finally broke our kiss and our embrace, I took one of my own business cards out of my wallet and gave it to her. I told her confidently, "You call me the next time that you're in the mood to get ravaged again, Pattiecakes." I repeated firmly, "You call me."

As Patricia stood there looking at me in surprise, I added, "Call me, Pattiecakes, and I promise that I'll do my best to come over and ravish you again, just as soon as I can!"

Patricia looked up at me questioningly for a long moment. I could tell that she had decided to believe me, when she finally smiled. She put her arms around my neck, looked up fondly into my eyes, and said sweetly, "The next time that you ravage me, Tommy, you really should let me take my panties all the way off!"

"The next time that I ravage you, Pattiecakes," I said with a laugh, "I promise that I'll strip you completely naked!" I continued in my most seductive voice, "In fact, the next time that I ravage you, I may just tie you up and strip you even more naked than naked!"

"Ooooou!" she giggled, in that sexy, husky voice of hers, "Tie me up and strip me even more naked than naked?!" She continued playfully, "And, just what, exactly, does 'more naked than naked' mean, Tomcat?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, Pattiecakes!" I answered softly.

Patricia laughed and gushed, "Ooooou! I can't wait!" She continued playfully, "Just remember, Tomcat, I have a big four-poster bed upstairs!"