by Derrin Hart
Any guy with a libido would have spotted her—that was a given—but I had been the first to give her the space to come to me.
And so Michael and Catherine began to become an item. We would go to dinner many more times, have coffee after workouts, and rent movies the kids could watch as well.
Because of the kids, the relationship was moving slowly. Catherine’s work wasn’t a problem; she answered phones part-time for a cable television company, so as long as the kids were taken care of, she was free when I was.
One night after her daughters were fast asleep, Catherine and I were sitting in the living room watching a film.
We snuggled and suddenly she was all over me. I guess the time had come for at least a little foreplay. We had kissed and that was the extent of it so far. I had no idea how far we would take things as the passion began to build.
We French kissed, and I worried that her daughters might come in the living room. That prospect did not stop Catherine from probing my mouth deeply with her tongue. Soon she was rubbing my chest as well, and I was fondling her breasts. Though small, they were perky, and her nipples grew tenfold. She squeezed at my crotch and I softly kissed her neck, which led to moans of passion and flushed cheeks.
“I like kissing you,” she said with a smile.
We continued on and on until she started to unbuckle my pants. I became ashamed, knowing she would soon reveal my very small member. I mentioned that the girls might wake up and that we had better hold off. But Cat would have none of it. Her hands lingered on my belt buckle and she looked into my eyes. “I don’t want to stop now.” Then she paused, as if having second thoughts. “Tell you what,” she said, sliding her own pants down instead. “At least get me off.” She put her panties aside, grabbing a blanket on the side table next to the couch and covering our laps. But I had already seen her pussy, if just for a second.
My God, oh God, I thought to myself. What in the world was that? She had the biggest cunt lips I had ever laid eyes on. I mean huge tent flaps. I was actually hard over it. We kissed more and she was on fire. Guiding my hand she led me to The Promised Land. When I touched her flower, I found her amazingly swollen, her outer lips thick and protruding. I parted them and her wetness exploded. Rubbing her clit up and down, I kissed her neck and touched her breasts.
She was on fire. “I want you to fuck me so bad,” she cried out, moving her hips in rhythm to my fingers. She deep kissed me, than broke away saying, “You better do me, or I’m going to cum already.” I kept the pace with my fingers and she did not let up.
She exploded from my touch and I knew then and there I had a sexual animal on my hands. This milf was too hot to handle. She was a cougar on the prowl, a woman who knew what she wanted and was going to demand it. I was in big trouble, yet I loved every minute of it.
Chapter Two
We made it a point to try and take things slow with the kids. Catherine’s daughters, Julie and Jenny, were adorable and I really had no complaints. We spent more time doing kid stuff than adult activities. We went to Chuck E. Cheese, the playground, go-cart riding, miniature golf and the like. Jenny, her youngest, had the brightest smile.
Catherine and I held hands and let our budding friendship find its feet. The girls loved to shop, so I did more shopping than I had in decades. When it came to my kids, Danny seemed fine with Cat, and the two of them enjoyed one another’s company. Jasmine seemed distant and I knew Jayme—man, what was up with all the J names here?—had her say in how Jasmine would initially feel about Catherine.
Sexually we finally, after many weeks, came into a night of our own. Well, at least a few hours. The sitter from our gym was watching the girls, and we had just come home from viewing Danny’s soccer game. I dropped my son back at his mother’s, and Cat and I headed back to her place. But Cat was adamant that we stop at a small motel first, and I had no choice but to oblige.
Before the door to the one-room motel room was closed, she was all over me. “It’s been so long,” she announced, already kissing me and holding me tight. I did my best. After all, I was in decent shape, and even though older, I could hold my own physically. Then again who was I fooling? Once the clothes came off I was in a position I dreaded.
Catherine fell to her knees and had my pants down quickly, revealing my little penis. She looked up at me and smiled. She stroked and sucked it without reservations. I was limp and grew very little. She looked back up at me and smiled again. She had her skirt hiked up and already was fondling her pussy. I played with her hair and moved it to the side, watching my new girlfriend suck me. If only I had a huge cock, this whole setting would have been amazing. She pulled me to the bed and we undressed. Nude, we cuddled and moved about the bed, holding each other tight.
She whispered, “Michael, it feels so good to have someone close to me. Please make love to me. Give me satisfaction.” I was still soft and small. Her flower was wide open, aching for a fulfillment. She was ready, yet I was limp. I had no choice but to satisfy her with my tongue. She wanted cock, I could tell, but again I had no choice. I went down on her and came face to face with her massive tent flaps. Man, oh man, these were so big. I could see now firsthand. I parted her sex and my tongue darted in and out, teasing her swollen clit. She grabbed my hands and squeezed them in her own.
I licked her madly and traced the alphabet on her clitoris. She moved wildly, loving it and arching up in anticipation of a great climax. But when she was on the brink, she pushed me away. She pulled me up and grabbed my baby cock. “Give it to me, Michael,” she cried out, “give me your little dicklet. I need it.” She was able to get me partway into her. I was sort of hard and those puffy cunt lips sucked me in. I vanished and came way too quickly. She had me for mere seconds. Although she was clearly frustrated, she showed it only in small movements and gestures. I made sure to lick her again and brought her to a wild orgasm.
We cuddled afterward and she said she could go for hours. I thought to myself, “Holy shit, what have I gotten myself into here?” As we drove back to her place, I could not stop thinking about what she had said in during our sexual play. “Give me your little dicklet.” She had announced my cock was a weenie. This was so true. Yet, already she was saying it out loud. I was embarrassed, yet horny as hell. We kissed and she said it was a fun day. I drove home and masturbated on the ride. My tiny dicklet was very happy.
Sooner or later, I knew, we were going to have to have a heart to heart. Sexually we were mismatched—that was more than obvious—yet I had to watch my step here. Catherine wanted a good, solid man. I had to be as macho as I could. In this situation things could get tricky.
At the gym the following week, I noticed a guy flirting with Catherine. This guy looked her over time and time again as she went through her exercise routine. He watched her walk a stair-climbing machine, placing himself behind her in a spot where he’d get the best view. Later she moved to the lower level to do some kickbacks on a free weight machine, and he stood behind her again, doing bicep curls. When she lay back to press up some small hand weights, he drew nearer to watch her close up. I wanted to call him out. But I remembered what Cat had told me during our initial talks—that her husband had been crazy jealous. So I held my tongue.
Catherine ended her workout session and we got together out front in the juice bar area. She was going to go for a quick tanning session then shower. I was headed to the sauna myself. We chitchatted some and she was the one to bring up the subject of the guy from the weight room.
“Did you see that guy hound me?”
I was ready to get upset, but again I played my cards right. “I did indeed.”
She shook her head, “He was following me around. Each time I looked up, there he was.” I held her hand and just listened. “Don’t say anything to him, Michael,” she insisted. “My ex would have flown off the handle and killed the guy.”
I took a deep breath and agreed to stay calm.
“Thanks Mike,” she said, adding, “That’s what I like abo
ut you. You’re always calm and never blow up in my face. I need that in my life.” We eventually parted and went our own ways.
I was about to head into the sauna but, passing through the tanning area, I noticed Catherine slip into one of the rooms. I wanted to peek at her sexy body but did my own thing and headed into the sauna. As I sat down, I peered out the small window and, lo and behold, I saw a guy at the far end of the hallway near the tanning rooms. He was the same guy from the weight room. Alone in the sauna, I edged closer to the window. The guy was looking under the doorway in the tanning room. There was an opening at the base of the door to let the air circulate, and there he was, lying on the floor and peering through it. He was spying on my girlfriend. What the fuck?
This guy was something else. What the hell should I do? Soon he was stroking his cock. I was at a loss for words but also found myself with cock in hand, imagining what he saw. He would watch my Catherine slowly slipping out of her workout clothes, enjoying the sight of her bare-naked body lying on the warm tanning bed. The blue light effect would illuminate her nude form. He watched as her nipples popped up and her ass gently pressed into the bed. He would see her nearly fully shaven mound and, oh Lord, he would see her prized flower bud, her gigantic pussy lips.
The guy was stroking feverishly now. I was hard and I seldom got hard these days at close to fifty years old. I was about to get off, but then the sauna door opened. Oh no, shit! I yanked my shorts up quickly. An older fellow had entered the heat room. I sat back and tried to play it cool. He grinned and said hello. I nodded back and sat there, lost in thought.
Later I was about to tell Catherine what had happened, but decided to keep it to myself.
We had a dinner date that weekend and perhaps then I’d share what had happened. Catherine looked smashing. She wore a white blouse and black vest. Her skirt was also black and her long boots made the outfit trendy yet sexy as hell. I did my best to look dapper in a blazer and long sleeved button down shirt. I had bought some designer jeans and they felt pretty good on me. We miraculously had a little free time to ourselves for a nice dinner and I was so looking forward to it.
Our conversation flowed and the food was fantastic as well. We did have to send Catherine’s salmon back because it was undercooked, but the second time it was just right so it was all good. But then Catherine brought up a new topic that turned out to be far from what I was expecting.
“Michael, I’ve been thinking real hard about what I’m about to say. Then I thought, why not just come out with it? After all, life is too short.”
I agreed with her and was all ears.
“You have a good job. You work a lot of hours but you can sort of pick and choose which ones. I work very little and could handle more. Why don’t you come live with us?”
The entire restaurant went silent; well, at least to my ears. I scratched my head and didn’t know what to say. Catherine just looked at me with puppy dog eyes. How could I refuse?
Perhaps it was all too quick, but we dove right in. The move was easy for me. As a single guy, I didn’t own much junk. I did my best to fit in with three ladies in the house and work took me away a lot anyhow. Catherine was a great mom and made meals for us all and cleaned. Two weeks in, the entire setup was going well.
Sex, on the other hand, was not. We tried like hell not to let her girls see us touch each other sexually. That in itself made things difficult. We did, however, sleep in the same bed, so we played around late at night, keeping all sounds and our voices as low as possible.
Catherine was a sexual animal. She wanted it every night and I made excuses as much as I could. It was not that I did not want her—I did, but I felt silly. She could not be satisfied with what I had.
She was emotional during sex, saying that she loved me and needed me. Often she would say it lifted her spirits to have me so close. I had to agree, but still the intercourse was a problem every time; Catherine was a woman in heat, and I just couldn’t give her the fucking she needed. She still seemed happy enough, and life went on.
The kids got to know me and the four of us seemed all right. Her ex never came into the picture and to be honest that made life easier. I took many jobs for companies in Vermont and other New England and New York areas. Money was coming in and we were living the good life.
I, of course, noticed the other men who would look over my girlfriend. Guys love a cougar, a sexy milf who just seems to drip sexuality, especially when she is thin and in decent shape. Her pretty face always made my day as well. We took a trip to Disney World that first summer and had a wonderful time. We felt like a family and I liked it.
A year passed, rather flew by, and everything was still going well. The house got a few updates and better fit the lifestyle the four of us wanted.
I was impressed by the child support Cat got from her ex. He paid and he paid a lot. Seems he was a plastic surgeon in Hawaii and a moneybags. Cat didn’t generally want to talk about him but one night she opened up.
“Colt was basically an ass,” she explained. “He is nothing like you Michael,” she added. “Every little thing I did he managed with a sharp eye. But he could do as he pleased. I never want that life again. He also cheated on me more than once and would ridicule me for even saying I thought a guy was cute.” She kept on going and I just listened. “He thought he was God’s gift sexually, too. He had a good-sized cock and was so proud of it. The thing is, he could have cared less about my satisfaction; it was all about big Colt.”
“I see,” I said, reaching closer to gather her in my arms.
We picked up a new all-white kitty for the girls the following weekend and named him Oscar. Julie had picked him as our newest family member.
That evening Catherine stepped up our relationship to the highest level. “Michael, we should get married!”
I proposed formally one summer evening. Down on one knee, I asked Catherine to marry me. The girls were there and I wanted the okay from them as well. I also had Oscar dressed in a bowtie to make everyone smile. I got a “yes” for an answer, and we celebrated with root beer floats and a showing of Toy Story 3.
I had two families now. I told my kids the following Thursday. Danny seemed happy enough, but Jasmine could have cared less. The next time I picked them up Jayme gave me a smirk that said that she knew. I had to laugh, although I kept a straight face. I’d be there for my kids no matter what, but now I’d also be there for Catherine and her girls.
We planned the wedding right away. It would be nothing too grand—the kids, a few friends, in a small chapel nearby.
In the meantime our sex life became an issue. She wanted more than I could give. This lady had an appetite for fucking. I would never have imagined it. We tried, but I was impotent or lasted for just short bursts. She craved more attention so I did my best each time we made love. Her beautiful pussy could handle way more than I had to offer and it became obvious I was lost inside her. She made the best of the situation. I was debating possible scenarios to make up for my lack of prowess, but the wedding was coming up and my time was consumed in helping with the planning.
The big day arrived. Catherine was stunning in a full-length white traditional bridal gown with a plunging neckline and long sleeves made of peek-a-boo lace. She wore pearls and sexy, white high heel pumps. She had teased me the night before, dangling a special lacy-white garter belt and stocking set in front of my eyes. So, I knew that underneath she looked amazing too. I dressed in a black tuxedo and all the kids wore their best summer attire. The chapel and bouquets of yellow and green flowers looked perfect. We both recited special individual vows, and I only stumbled once.
The reception took place at a local golf resort hall that was probably fifteen minutes from the chapel. I made sure to rent a limo for the two of us, and as the guests tossed rice and shook our hands we made our way to the limousine. The reception would include good food—barbecue, Caesar salad, potato salad and other summer staples—dancing to a country band to honor Catherine’s southern heri
tage. They could also handle pop standards, of course. The stuff my generation expected like “Love Shack.” Nothing crazy, and geared somewhat to both adults and kids. We had not even fifty guests, so it would be simple yet nice.
The limo driver seemed cool enough. His name was Jermaine, and he was tall, black and well proportioned. He guided us in and welcomed us for the ride to the resort. After we’d been on our way for just minutes, Catherine asked to pull over and use the bathroom. There was an information-type rest stop just after the underpass, so we pulled in to let her take care of business.
When Jermaine exited the driver’s seat and opened the door for her, she immediately pulled him into the back of the limo. He protested at first, “Ahhh, miss, what are you doing?” But she kept pulling until he complied.
“It’s my wedding, after all,” my bride announced. “I want satisfaction and fun.” The tall black man sat with us now. I was at a loss for words.
Catherine sat back and slid her wedding gown up to reveal her garter and hose, and then her silky white g-string panties. “Do you like what you see?” The driver looked at me and at her, also unsure how to proceed. Catherine smiled, “Will you too get over it?” she said. “Let’s party!” She slid right over to Jermaine and unbuckled his trousers. He did not push her away. I was frozen in my seat.
She pulled his cock out and it was fat, uncut specimen that made my own look silly. She stroked it and went down, bobbing her head on it. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath in appreciation of her soft moist lips. His organ grew and grew to a massive ten inches. I was in awe. My new bride sucked his dick with great vigor.
She stopped as his moans became more intense. I looked around outside, watching to see if anyone approached the limo’s tinted windows. So far no one was peering in. Catherine looked up at me, her new husband, and smiled as she licked Jermaine’s fat cock head. She again bobbed up and down on his pole, shaking her head about. In her wedding dress she gave our limo driver one hell of a blowjob.