I was absolutely fucking miserable...
We unpacked everything from the vehicle, tote after tote after tote after tote, and set it all in my new dormitory, a cramped little rinky dink shit hole in the wall, scarcely wide enough to fit two people inside. It was set up so that there was a lousy excuse for a workspace, a desk, space for a lamp, etc., beneath a bed up above it, and there was no real abundance of places to put things.
As if my sexual frustration wasn't already fucking great of its own merit, damn Katherine kept brushing up against me every goddamn two minutes, her tits knocking into my shoulders as she turned, bending down to pick something up from the floor and “accidentally” pressing her ass into me as she leaned to the ground. “Oops,” she would say, “Sorry about that...”
Alright, so, in her defense, I suppose it was pretty damn crowded in there, and a few of these incidents were to be expected, I guess. But it was starting to get pretty fucking excessive after a while, and I was starting to get pretty damn sure that they were every bit as intentional as I imagined them to be.
At one point, she happened to open up a box that contained some posters I'd brought along of ass naked women, caramel and curvaceous, beaded with water or sweat, their hair drenched, their thighs splayed apart to reveal a tight pink view of their pussies, warm-looking and glorious and inviting, sucking in the eyes of the viewer like a flowery black hole. She turned and gave me a wry grin, but didn't say anything about it, thank God, because I could already hear her in my brain going tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty little boy...
I just didn't think I could fucking handle it...
After some time we finished unpacking everything, and stood gazing at the cramped little confines of the room. There was barely room enough now for either of us to turn around, and our bodies were standing so close together that I could almost feel the heat radiating from off of her.
“Well... I guess that's about it,” I said, my ears burning, more than ready for her to get the hell out of here so I could be alone in peace, and instantly jump out of my clothes and start jacking off to mental images of her and just about every fucking girl on the campus screwing me in a big fleshy orgy. I'd been avoiding eye contact with her, when suddenly, astoundingly, I felt the palm of her hand across my cheek, pulling my head toward her, forcing me to gaze into her eyes. I could feel my jaw beginning to quiver...
“Hey,” she said. “I know exactly what you're going through... And it's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of...”
My mind was absolutely blank at this point. It was like I was only half seeing her, her eyes just floating in midair, peering into me, and the rest of her just an abstraction, background noise, an afterthought to those shocking, piercing blue eyes.
“I... Um... And what exactly might that be?”
She smiled, a smile that said I know you know...
“I know you're a virgin still,” she said. “And that you're nervous, being surrounded by all of these beautiful, attractive women... Believe me, I know what it's like... I was in your situation, and I thought I might never get past it...”
I swallowed hard, feeling as though somehow her face was hovering slowly nearer and nearer me, so imperceptibly that I couldn't even be certain, but I thought for fucking sure I wasn't imagining it...
“And... And how did you eventually get past it?” I asked, barely able to catch my breath.
She grinned. “I gained experience... Someone... Much older than myself... Helped to show me the way...”
Her breath blew hot and arousing up against my face as she spoke, giving me goosebumps, my cock so erect I thought it might come bursting through my zipper and flying out right there on the scene.
She leaned in, whispering into my ear, her words just barely registering in my brain past the ringing, “College is a learning experience, you know...Why don't you let me be your first teacher?”
“I- I- I-” I stammered, her lips so close to mine I could feel her inhaling my breath. “But... But what about Dad?”
She just kept gazing into my eyes, transfixed, locking me in her sights, everything else gone in that moment, morals, her relationship with my father, nothing existing in the world save for carnal desire, which was present and raging and begging to be satisfied. “Every good parent teaches their child how to share, now don't they?”
And that was all the more that was said.
Her lips were on mine, the skin melting together like a piece of chocolate candy on your tongue, warm and wet and tasty, and speaking of tongues, there was a noticeable appearance by this as well. The pink, meaty thing came sliding into my mouth like a snake, swirling around inside my cheeks, licking up the cavern of my mouth, lapping me up, the spit rolling between our mouths, making me lightheaded, dizzy with anxiety and arousal, until at last, after some time, she pulled away, a long thread of saliva dripping from our mouths as she moved back, and she smiled at my dazed expression.
“Come on... Don't you want me to help you reach your full potential?”
And with that, the floodgates burst open.
I tore into her like an animal, the permission having been fully granted and the awkwardness of the moment now largely overcome, I unleashed a torrent of so much suppressed sexual rage that I could practically have sunk my teeth into her.
I devoured her like a soldier on shore leave, kissing and tugging and licking and lapping, nibbling on her lips, inhaling her life-sustaining breath, savoring the taste of her saliva, and the two of us groping one another's bodies like virginal newlyweds, clutching, feeling, grasping, caressing, pushing, squeezing, and holding on for dear, dear life. She grabbed my ass, pulling my body into her, her enormous tits squishing into great, massive balloons between our two bodies, the nipples pressing into my chest, my hot, throbbing cock bulging through my jeans into her waist, digging as deep into her body as it could manage through the fabric of our attire, wanting so, so badly to drill into her flesh, unable to withstand the negligible amount of time it would take to fully arrive...
We pulled away after some time, and she slapped my face, pretty fucking hard in fact, and I thought maybe I'd done something wrong, that somehow I'd grossly misinterpreted her pretty damn blatant signals, but I turned back to see she was smiling at me, and I knew that she'd done it playfully, as a means of both arousing myself and her.
I felt the handprint fading away from my face as she stepped away, her eyes locked on mine, threatening to destroy me, I felt, or perhaps promising to do just that...
She lifted her hands up to the low neckline of her blouse, and tucked her arms down inside of it, sliding them down to the hem at the bottom. I savored the effect of the tight red fabric sliding sensually across her taut, glorious abdomen, chiseled and in shape, and the blouse slowly rippling up along it, revealing those two perfect, glorious tits, cradled in a tight, black, lacy bra. The necklace she wore jangled back down onto her breasts as she pulled the thing off, and she kept the damn thing on the entire time, clinking as our bodies when through the incredible motions of what was to come, like the brunette in that porno she'd walked in on me jacking off to.
She shed the black fabric of her pants, pulling them down off of her sweet, wonderful thighs, so that she was now standing there solely in her underwear, her body only inches from my own, my erection so immense at this point that it practically spanned the distance between the two of us and poked her in the goddamn belly button.
She began to undress me, article by article by article, my shirt, my jeans, all the while grazing my flesh with her palms as she progressed, until at last hooking her fingers into the waistline of my boxers, stained as they were with the big black splotch of pre-cum at the fly, slowly peeling them down off of my thighs, curling them down to my knees so that my cock came bouncing out as it snapped into the air, and at at last slipping them off from my feet.
Slowly, very gently, she wrapped her warm fingers around the diameter of my shaft, the first time in my life I'd ever had the fortune of this most wonderful sensati
on, my cock already burning with arousal, and a little dab of cum dripping out from the tip.
She smiled devilishly, and leaned in. I braced myself, waiting for the melting of her tongue onto my genitals, savoring the anticipation of her licking away the cum, shivering with the feeling of her breath puffing around my genitals-
But then she pulled away...
She leaned back away, tantalizing me, giving me that fucking goblin grin, and her hands roving back behind her shoulders, fumbling a moment for the hook of her bra, undoing it after some time, peeling the lacy black thing from her form, but covering her modesty almost instantly with her arm so that I didn't get to see her nipples, but pressing her tits so firmly into her body that it smooshed them pleasantly large, like the effect of a training bra almost, and I drooled as I anticipated the divine revelation...
“Why don't we head up to the bed?” she asked, and I gladly did as I was told.
I climbed up to the top of the bunk, my cock bouncing with every step I took, and sat down awkwardly on the bed, my head only a few feet from the ceiling, wishing things were closer to the ground, but so excited that I didn't really care that much.
She ascended the steps like an angel, moving in slow motion, I swear to God, her arm now pulled away from her breasts, so that I now saw them presented to me in their pure, unadulterated, high definition glory. (I didn't really think about it when I said it, but unadulterated was like a triple entendre here, wasn't it? Because, like, she was I was barely an adult, and she was committing adultery... Never mind...)
She sat down in front of me on the bed, and gently lowered her head down onto me like a cloud. I closed my eyes, braced myself, and savored the feeling as she dissolved around me, her lips melting hot, liquid, and wonderful on my cock, her tongue wrapping around my delectable shaft, the saliva bubbling up around me, everything a dream, and me having no desire whatsoever to wake up from it.
It was greater, more beautiful than anything I could ever have imagined...
“Oooohhhhhhh, Godddddd,” I sighed, like air being let out of a tire, and she began to bob her head, her blonde hair flashing around her head with the motion of her sucking, her huge tits swinging from her body, my cock plunging in and out of her like a piston into a shaft, her tongue slurping down, then away, near me, and gone again, the suction building as she pulled up, and then releasing in a cool, sensual burst as she returned once again, and again, and again and again and again...
I put my hand on the back of her head at some point, forcing her along faster, and she looked up at me, her cheeks sucked in around my cock, and flashed me a silent smile with her eyes, as though to say, Your wish is my command..
After some time, my cock brimming on the edge of orgasm, she pulled off, releasing a big gush of cool air with a loud POP as she suctioned away, and making me shudder.
“Why don't you lie down, sweetie?” she asked, giving me that evil, horrible, wonderful grin, as she reached down to the waistline of her lacy black panties, hooking her fingers into them, and curling them slowly off of her form, pulling them down along her thighs, to her knees, allowing me to help pull them off of her ankles for her, and tossing them over the side of the bed.
Then I laid down, as instructed, my body braced, trembling with anticipation and anxiety and arousal and... And... Fuck!
She crawled sensually over to me, slinking like a tiger toward its prey- or a cougar, more appropriately, licking her lips, preparing to devour me, and me just surrendering myself, waiting for it to happen, wanting it, wanting it, wanting it, oh God, oh God, oh God...
She sat down on my pelvis, straddling me, peering into my eyes, and she lifted her body up off of me.
10... 9... 8...
She worked up a generous amount of saliva from her throat and spit it in a big clear glob onto the palm of her hand.
7... 6... 5...
She reached down between her thighs, and rubbed the frothy suds of her spit all over her tight, pink gash.
4...3...
She seized hold of my erection, standing it vertically upright with her wrist.
2...1...
She lowered herself down...
LIFTOFF!
The lips of her vagina dissolved around my erection, my shaft sinking slowly into her body like a sword, cleaving her in two, pulling slowly to a rest inside her like a train into a station, and at last coming to a halt, resting inside that warm, glorious place, heated and delicate and perfect beyond comparison, making me cringe with excitement, burning for its perfection, everything about it more wonderful and more intoxicating than anything I could have imagined.
She tore into my, slithering all around me, wriggling and jiggling and wiggling and rocking and socking and knocking, her taut abdomen gyrating, her tits bouncing as she hopped up and down onto my pelvis, our wet, sweaty skin slapping together in loud, supersonic bursts, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, just as it had on all that abundance of porn I'd watched over the years, the suction and release a thing of supreme beauty as she pounded into me, moaning like a bitch as she moved, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...”, grinding her pussy around and around, stretching the skin around the girth of my erection, our bodies shaking, trembling, readying ourselves to fall over the edge with climax, when-
WHAM!
With one final, incredible burst she smacked her body into mine, holding herself in place, and never letting go, our bodies melding together as one, mutually exploding with the intense pangs of orgasms, my cock bursting forth, ejaculating into the narrow pink tunnel of her body in long, hot, sticky cords, banding through the air and swirling around inside her, coating her insides, so thick and so abundant that it came spilling back out of her just as quickly as it could enter, flushing back down along the shaft of my penis and dribbling back down onto my pelvis, and her screaming all the while, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh GODDDDDDD!”
She collapsed.
Still convulsing with the aftershocks of orgasm she heaved her sweaty body onto mine, practically landing with a fucking splash, and the two of us lay there, entwined in the sticky, splendorous mess of the afterglow, kissing and licking and trying to catch our breath.
“I always knew you were a bit of a mama's boy,” she said, with her last waking breath, and the two of us fell almost instantly asleep in one another's arms.
THE END
Go Cougars
One
Karen didn't much care for the neighborhood where she lived. She would never have voluntarily arrived here if she could have avoided it- it was like she'd somehow skipped the entire middle portion of her life and stepped straight into old age, and was now living in some sort of retirement village in Florida. It wasn't at all what she'd envisioned for herself when she'd moved here. What had she envisioned? Sure as hell not this...
Everyone there seemed to just sort of hate everything. She was surrounded by ancient old men and women who had lived long enough that, even in their states of relative comfort and safety, they'd decided there was nothing all that likable to the concept of existing, nor should anyone around them derive any pleasure whatsoever from the fact of their presence on the Earth. Hell, some of them weren't even old- some of them were her age, and had apparently given up on their lives having any flavor whatsoever. There was one rich couple in their fucking twenties who scowled any time they detected any semblance of human happiness in their vicinity- they scowled at children as they passed, they despised music aside from classical, and this only when they were hosting a party. They ate food that was completely devoid of any taste whatsoever. They were, in essence, completely and utterly flavorless people.
Karen wasn't like that.
That is, Karen wasn't flavorless. Not by a long shot.
Now in her forties, Karen enjoyed a far greater zest for life than ever, and was savoring this stage of her life for what it was. She didn't like to think of it as a time for last hoorahs, as this implied she had imminent plans to slow down in the near future. She didn't, not by a long shot, but realistically s
he knew that what one plans with their life doesn't always equate to what actually happens. Not by a long shot.
So, Karen was living like there was no more tomorrow, as though this was the last opportunity she would have to sow her wild oats before the winter came, and if she didn't seize the day now she'd be confronting the rapidly approaching nightfall before she knew it.
It amused her to think about this, but Karen supposed she could be considered to be something of a cougar...
In essence, despite her age, and despite being post-menopausal, she had something of a taste for young, fresh, tender meat... She frequently picked up guys at bars who were ten, fifteen, even twenty years her junior- she was reluctant to actually bring them home with her. It was entirely within her rights to do so, of course, but she knew things would not bode well with her neighbors when they discovered her bringing home and bedding younger men left and right. Hell, she was pretty sure they didn't even approve of the idea of sex in general, and she saw them giving her disapproving looks any time she came home from one of her overnight stays at the homes of her many young pups...
It wasn't so much that she gave a flying fuck about their opinions- she was just acutely aware that they had the capacity to make her life a living hell if she gave them the opportunity.
So, she did her best to enjoy what she could, savoring her overnight stays as a chance to enjoy her waning days of casual, no strings sexuality, teaching young whippersnappers how to snap her with their whippers in ways they'd never before experienced in their sexual naivety. Her primary weapon as a cougar was her capacity to amaze her cubs with new, foreign, and unexplored techniques she'd pioneered in her additional years of erotic trailblazing, tricks as dirty and as kinky as anything you might hope to find in the seediest chapters of the Karma Sutra. She absolutely loved the way she'd retained her immense sexual prowess so long into her life, when the sexless little prudes all around her seemed never to have had any spark in their lives at all, or if they had they'd died out many, many moons and menstrual cycles ago.
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