by Pamela Prim
She levered away, kneeling upright on the bed. “Suck me,” she ordered. She spread the lips of her swollen pink pussy with one hand and dipping the forefinger of the other hand into her hole, before pulling it out and sucking long and hard on the finger, tasting herself. Her eyes met mine, and she emitted a feminine growl that was so unexpected and sexy it made me hot all over.
I jumped from the bed, grabbed her and accrued her over to a window seat. I deposited her there and began to lick and kiss her pussy. She spread her legs wide on both arms of the chair and leaned back bonelessly,desire tossing her about like a sea on turbulent waves as I suckled her. Cori grabbed my head, unconsciously shoving it harder against her pussy as she twisted her hips against me, straining and offering me more of herself.My fingers curved upwards in her tight, wet hole and began tracing her G-spot.
Cori arched against my hands; thrusting her hips right off the chair sofa beneath her as pounding pleasure overtook her. She teetered on the edge, all her senses focused as she tried desperately to come back to earth. Ruthlessly I pushed her the rest of the way over the edge and she screamed my name hoarsely as she came in wave after wave of clenching orgasm. Her pussy squirted wet juice onto my lips and hands and I continued sucking and fingering her until I had milked every last drop of her juices.
She came back to earth slowly in a quivering mass of sensation and when she raised satisfied, tear-brightened eyes to mine, I bent and very tenderly pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.
“You do that so well. How did you learn to make love to a woman? I mean you were…”
“A virgin huh? I read a lot of books,” I told her.
“Saw a lot of movies too huh?” she asked smiling.
I chuckled, conceding the point even as my dick prodded at her entrance. Laughter vanished when I began to slip into her very tight sheath and Cori panted anew with desire as she trembled at my possession; her body adjusting to my mastery, welcoming me.
A guy could get used to this, I thought as I thrust home.
She clung to me in delightful eagerness as I began to pound away at her pussy. I heard a door slam dimly somewhere down the hall but I did not really pay attention; I was wrapped in the woman I was fucking and her screams of pure delight with each thrust of my hips. These women sure knew how to make a guy feel like a million bucks, I thought as I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her to eat more of my hard length.
I heard the door open behind me and I saw Mia enter smiling.
“So guys, what did I miss?” she asked already shedding her clothes.
“Where’s your husband?” I demanded.
“Off to work. He has a late night meeting. I’m gonna fire that housekeeper,” she declared.
I didn’t answer, I was back to fucking Cori out of her mind, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting into her tight wet entrance.
Mia’s hand enfolded me in a tight warm hug from behind and I grinned to myself. This was one hell of a day; I wouldn’t be telling the guys because they wouldn’t believe me. Heck I didn’t believe it myself.
We enjoyed another very vigorous ‘roll in the hay’ and when I was too tired to continue, I lay back and watched the women pleasure each other, their boobs and asses dancing and jiggling.
A man could get a permanent hard-on from watching them, I thought.
Finally I had to go. As I packed up the rest of my supplies into my truck I reasoned that the entire day couldn’t have gone better. Mia gave me a very hefty tip; almost $1000 and Cori? That wicked slutty friend slipped her number into my pocket when Mia wasn’t looking.
I didn’t tell Cori but I had already gotten her address from her drivers’ license. I planned to get more of that tight juicy pussy wrapped around my cock very, very, soon.
The women stood in the driveway, waving as I drove off and I waved back, my cock already twitching in my pants with excitement and something a little more. I wanted very desperately to make love to them both again and I hadn’t even cleared the driveway!
Go figure!
I put my gear in reverse and headed right back to the mansion where I had learned the pleasures of cougars.
Story 10
Gareth sat on the stone steps of his parent’s house; alone and sorry for himself as usual. The rain came down steadily and didn’t really help improve his foul mood. Turning eighteen meant he was required to find his own way about in this big bad world. His parents worked for the Lord of the region and he could also get a job there, but he hated the idea of serving another, even for wages. He had always wanted to be a free bird, live the life of a travelling bard or daring adventurer. But he was just a poor and underfed farm boy with his head in the clouds at most times.
Overlooking their little cottage loomed the Lord’s sprawling Manor and a most gloomy building it was, being mostly left unattended. The Lord and Lady of the House almost always were away, being entertained by the King or some other lord or count or duke. Often his parents accompanied them and he was left alone at home and usually bored. Gareth spent most of his time studying the vegetation and animal life around the countryside. He didn’t have any friends and was too timid to approach any of the girls in the village.
A full head of dark hair and a boyishly round face, he was of short and slight build. Unsocial and aloof, he lived contentedly in his own world, often playing with himself when left alone. His ever energetic cock was his best and only friend at times and he enjoyed the pleasure he got from it. But he was mostly bored and longed for more, and he knew he could get all of that if he weren’t so frightened of girls his age. Gareth looked around with a forlorn expression and then his pale grey eyes widened. Over at the Lord’s estate, in the smattering drizzle, a woman seemed to be struggling with a horse she had fallen off of.
He would have looked away and gone indoors if he weren’t so much in need of company. Instead he rose up and walked towards the fallen rider, oblivious of the smarting rain drops. He was quite wet when he reached the woman, and she had managed to free herself of the horse’s reins but the animal had fled. The woman, still sitting in the mud, dusted at the dirt and sludge on her exquisite gown.
“Heavens, that’s not going to come off easily.” She said with a laugh and looked up at him. He froze in his tracks. The Lady Cassandra Van Reagan cocked her flaming red haired head and stared at him with a smirk. “Well, young man, are you going to help me up or are you not?”
“Milady!” Gareth swallowed hard, and he extended both hands toward her. The Lady Van Reagan took his hands and tried to pull herself up. But instead of pulling her up off the sodden ground, he slipped on the mud and fell right on top of her. The two of them rolled and struggled in the wet mud slipping and sliding for a while. Gareth was petrified at his clumsiness and feared the worst but the noblewoman arched her back and laughed as she lay flat on the wet grass.
“The first rains of the season always make the land slippery” Her melodious voice sang out. “No wonder my horse fell too.”
“Milady.” Gareth blushed. “I beg for your pardon most fervently.”
“No need for that, my good fellow.” She gave him a warm smile. “Now help me up slowly and take me to the house.”
“Yes, at once, milady.” Gareth mumbled and rose up slowly. Helping her Ladyship up, he walked her to the gates of the dark Manor. She leaned on him heavily as she walked and he felt her warm breath and knew of a woman’s softness for the first time in his life. His face flushed and a warm tingle coursed through his body, despite the cold fleeting rain.
“Help me in to my chambers, young fellow!” Cassandra said softly. “You will be paid for your service. My servants are away on holiday and I am all alone on this dismal day.”
“Yes, Milady!” Gareth nodded. His cock had stiffened quite a bit and he tried his best to hide it. The Lady of the Manor didn’t seem to notice that and was satisfied with being assisted indoors. Once inside, she had him shut all the doors and sat down by the fire place.
“Be a dear and start
a fire, my boy.” She sighed and waved at the cold fireplace. “These wet clothes will be the death of me.”
“Yes, Milady.” Gareth mumbled with his head swimming with strange and immodest thoughts and managed to get a small fire going in the hearth. The damp room filled with a warm glow from the fire and Cassandra sighed and stretched her arms and placed them behind the small of her back. She arched her back she thrust her bulging breasts at him. Gareth couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her wet gown clinging to her curves. She looked up at his face and smiled, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds. Though she was almost in her middle thirties, she had a body that made men stare. Gareth suddenly realized that she knew of this and enjoyed the attention. He looked away, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
“I know you.” She said. “You are Brandt and Gail’s boy… Gareth!”
Gareth blushed even more and looked down at his wet leather boots. ‘Yes… milady.” he mumbled.
“Don’t be shy, young man.” The Lady Van Reagan chided. “You are of good stock. Come, sit by the fire and warm yourself. I do not wish to be accountable to your fine folk who are serving the King all of this week, if you fell ill.”
Gareth looked at her proffered hand and hesitated, and then he gave in and sat beside her by the fire. She stoked the wood and the flames leapt higher. The glow from the fire felt good and Gareth rubbed his arms and legs over his wet garments. Cassandra looked at him tenderly and reached out to touch his cheek. Her touch sent a shiver all through him and it was not from the cold.
“I am sorry, young one.” She said. “To come to my aid you have risked getting wet and dirty… and I haven’t the means to give you a reward. This house is old, dead and empty as much as the coffers it holds. The Lordship of Van Reagan is at an end, and that is why we must have most of our servants work elsewhere to pay off debts.”
“I am well, Milady.” Gareth smiled, a small shy smile, “A little rain and mud will not harm me.”
“Oh! What a brave soul you are.” Cassandra gushed softly and moved closer to him. She placed her hand on his arm and sighed. Her heavy breasts jiggled as she breathed in deeply and exhaled. Gareth squirmed a little, but the sensation of her soft hand on his arm felt like nothing he had ever before.
“I’m so sorry,” Cassandra whispered again. She dabbed at the blotches of mud and dampness on Gareth’s leggings and vest, her hands gratifyingly probing his youthful firmness with every touch. It seemed to Gareth that her Ladyship was more than pleased to have him there, and it filled his mind with all sorts of naughty thoughts.
“That’s all right, Lady Van Reagan.” Gareth tried hard to keep his voice steady. He couldn’t believe what was happening. His breathing grew heavier as the voluptuous woman continued groping at him. He could not help getting even more aroused than he was. She was too close to him, closer than any woman had been in his eighteen years of existence. He did nothing to stop her as he felt his cock swell up and strain against the loin wrap under his leggings.
“This will not do,” Cassandra Van Reagan sighed and her shoulders slouched in feigned resignation. She looked up at him with large moist eyes and made a sad face. Her hands caressed over her own mud-stained corset that barely concealed her huge breasts and she tugged the neckline further down. “We need to get ourselves cleaned proper.”
“Er, yes…” Gareth stammered and looked at the door. “Maybe I should go home and get cleaned up.”
“Not on my life, boy!” Cassandra said in a tone that would brook no argument. “You’re not going home all dirtied up and fall ill so your dear mother can come wagging a finger at me.”
“That is not going to happen…” Gareth blurted but was cut short by Cassandra’s fist balling over the front of his tunic. She dragged him along to the bathroom. He didn’t protest.
“We will clean up here and then you can go home.” The older woman said and began running a bath. “Take off your soiled clothes and put them in the wash basket, Gareth. I’ll fetch you some fresh clothes once we are clean.”
“But I haven’t any…” He looked around the lavish bathroom with wonder. “Where are the bath towels, milady?”
“I have only one and it is for me.” Cassandra smirked as she wrapped the small bath cloth around herself. “And it’s not like I’ve never seen a man naked before. Don’t be shy… you’re a big boy.”
Gareth blushed as he took off his stained raiment, turning away from her.
“Put your loin wraps in too, they must be stained as well.” Cassandra said with a small laugh.
Gareth felt his blood rise, not with shame or fury, but with the rampant excitement of anticipated adventure. Still looking away he stripped off his loin wraps and tossed them into the wash tub. When he turned around Cassandra was facing away from him, naked except for a small towel barely concealing her well rounded curves. She was looking at herself in the large bathroom mirror.
“All done?” She said. “How lovely! Now come on, let’s get in the bath and clean up.”
“You mean get in the bath together, milady?” Gareth ventured and his heart began to hammer against his chest at such a wondrous prospect.
“Of course, silly.” Cassandra feigned irritation “Water is scarce, you know. We should all endeavor to save water as much as we can.” She turned to face him and slipped the small towel off herself and made his heart almost leap out of his mouth. Completely naked she walked up to him.
Gareth swallowed hard and his eyes roamed frantically from each of her full, bouncy breasts to her fiery red haired mound. Cassandra giggled at his discomfort and seductively swayed her rounded hips. She looked down at his raging erection and feigned surprise. “Oh My! Gareth… what in heaven?”
Gareth blushed red and covered his painful hard-on with both hands. “I… I… but Lady Van Reagan…”
“Oh! Don’t hide it.” Cassandra purred seductively. “It’s so beautiful and… so big. I’ve not seen one like so, in a while.”
“But… but, you’re a married woman…” He protested feebly and allowed her a full view of his throbbing organ.
“Oh, tosh!” She laughed and licked her full red lips. “My husband never gets that hard when he sees me naked anymore. May I touch it?”
“Er… I suppose… milady” Gareth felt his temples pounding. This was really happening. Like a dream coming true.
Gently Cassandra cupped her palm under the warm quivering shaft and let her soft slender fingers curl around from under it. A clear spot of pre-cum on the tip of his blood gorged cock head gleamed like a pearl in the warm light of the fire place. “So hard and warm, just the way I love it.” She breathed. “And rather big for an eighteen year old.”
“Uh, my thanks… Milady.” Gareth stammered, struggling to hold back the urge to explode all over her.
But she let his throbbing cock go and slipped into the warm water in the bathtub. “Come on in, let us get the filth and grime off our bodies.”
Gareth joined her in the tub with all manner of fantastic and lewd thoughts swimming around in his head. He watched her rub soap all over her ripe naked body and his cock strained under the water. He pushed his hips upward, allowing the red hot head of his member stick out of the surface of the bath water. But the Lady Van Reagan didn’t seem to notice his offered cock anymore; instead she just kept on washing herself.
“Get all that grime and dirt off you, boy.” She looked up at him and said. “Here, take my soap.”
Gareth left a little confused as he absently applied the soap on his chest and arms. Here he felt certain that the older woman would take him in that alluring journey that every young man dreamt of all his life. But it seemed the Lady Van Reagan was content just to bathe herself and give him an occasional smile.
After a while she rose up and stepped out of the tub. Wrapping the only towel there around her wet and glistening body, she walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom it was joined to.
Gareth sat in the tub while she was gone, hi
s erection still throbbing and painful. “What the fuck!” He thought. “Was that it? I’m going to have to beat my meat in this tub thinking of her now? While she’s still naked in the other room… this is typical for me.” He began to stroke his straining cock under the soapy water when he heard her call out.
“Gareth, come on out, dry up and help me get the fresh clothes ready.”
“Yes, Lady Van Reagan.” Gareth stepped out of the tub and walked into the bedroom, wet, horny and ready to stick his raging hard on into something warm and soft. “But you’ve got the only towel.”
When he walked in, Cassandra was on her hands and knees on the floor, the towel still around her, trying to get something out from under the bed. The towel had ridden up her round rump and her pink pussy peeked out invitingly from under it. “Damn, the key to the wardrobe just rolled under the bed.”
She looked up at him, still on her hands and knees, her hips now curved seductively, wet pussy all the more welcoming. “Can you help me find it, Gareth?”
Gareth stood quivering with lust, his cock now on the verge of blowing up. “No I can’t help you, Milady. I can’t… you’re teasing me to death. I… I’m going to fuck you instead. Forgive me.” He dropped to his knees behind her, grabbed her plush buttocks and jabbed his rock hard dick at her swollen pussy. The blood gorged cockhead slipped and slithered over Cassandra’s dripping slit, but she held out her hand.