She wasn’t sure how it happened, but a moment later she was laying on her side upon the bed. His cock was going limp inside of her and she could feel his semen trickling down to her opening. A large, rough hand was softly caressing her smooth skin. It seemed to cover each place completely. She could hear his ragged breath calming and she could feel his heartbeat against her back. When she felt him go limp inside of her, turned so that she could look into his eyes. They were soft, warm and blue. It was as though she had tamed him.
“My name is Sara,” she whispered.
Cougar Cabin
I rode up to the cabin not expecting to see it occupied. It was in a remote location where few people ventured. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a large, round breast with a dusty-rose nipple the size of a nickel. Before I could bring my lower jaw to join my upper, she pulled the door open and pulled a thin, lace robe into place to cover herself. It did little to help erase what was already burned in my mind.
“How ya doin’ cowboy?” she asked. Her smile was broad and there was no shame in her. “Didn’t know anyone would be around.”
“I’m sorry,” I gulped. The sound was barely audible. As hard as I tried I could not keep my eyes from wandering down to take in more of her curvy body. I’d just turned eighteen last month, so I didn’t have much experience. I’d seen pictures before and I’d accidently caught a glimpse or two of my sisters, but this was the first time I’d ever been face to face with the real deal. I was a virgin in every sense of the word.
I guessed that she was at least 20 years my senior, if not more. There was something in her that had a strong feminine appeal beyond the girls that I’d had an interest in. She was a woman, strong, confident and full of a sensual “something” that overcame the age difference.
She watched my startled eyes as they fought to keep from ogling her body which was accentuated rather than hidden behind the sheer lace. I saw the smile spread softly across her face as she realized the struggle that was raging inside of me.
“Do you like what you see cowboy?” she laughed. “Come on in, sit down and relax. I won’t bite.” She took my hand, pulled me into the cabin and closed the door behind her. She led me to the bench that was along one side of the table. “Are you hunting some cows?”
“No, mam,” I answered in a quiet voice. “I was just coming up to camp for a few days.”
“Well, now, aren’t I the lucky lady,” she smiled. “I didn’t know that I’d have company this week.”
“Well, I can’t stay,” I answered. The look of total horror must have been comical.
“Why not?” she replied. “Camping is more fun with two.” Her laugh was deep, but it had a softness to it which made it harmonize. “Maybe I can convince you. Are you hungry?”
“Mam, I couldn’t…” I started to reply. I was beginning to remember my manners and come around a bit from the initial shock.
“That wasn’t the question,” she interrupted with a huge smile and a soft giggle. “Are you hungry? I am and I was in the middle of making something to eat.” She turned away to the stove and went to work assuming that the discussion over me staying was over. It had actually been over when I saw that single, dusty-rose nipple, but I still believed that I was in control of myself. I would just hang around, have a little something to eat and then head over to the cabin over in Elk Creek. I liked this one better, but she was here and the other one was just fine to get away for a while. “Are sausage and eggs okay?” she interrupted my thoughts. “I made some biscuits too and I’ll whip up some gravy.”
“Sure,” I answered. “It smells real good, mam. I’d hate to miss out on it.” I was a little more at ease. I was trying to convince myself of it anyway.
“My name is Alice,” she said. “You can cut out the mam. Your mama’s not here.”
“Yes, ma…, I mean, Alice,” I responded. No, my mama definitely wasn’t here. In fact, there wasn’t anyone that I knew within 15 miles of the place. I decided to just relax and enjoy a good breakfast. “My name is Dave.”
“Good to meet you, Dave,” she replied. She looked into my eyes as she said it and took hold of my hand softly. Her eyes penetrated through me. They were bold and soft at the same time. They were bright green and sparkled with something subtle that was beyond my understanding. Almost as soon as her eyes penetrated through me, she turned away and left me to struggle with the image that she had just burned in my mind. Now I had a dusty-rose nipple and her penetrating, green eyes to deal with.
There would soon be a lot more to deal with, but I was being led into this slowly. When she turned away I felt that a little more at ease to study her. Her hair was dirty blonde or dish water blonde and it reached down to the middle of her back. It wasn’t brushed out nice and smooth like she was ready to go out, but was instead frizzy and mussed up a little. It actually made her even more appealing. The sheer lace cover that she was wearing reached down to the middle of her thighs. My eyes took in the shape of her beneath it. I had always heard people refer to the hour-glass figure, but I guess I hadn’t really connected the meaning until in that moment. She had those full, gentle curves beneath that sheer cover. It seemed to move and caress the skin underneath as she went about cooking. The robe didn’t really cover her; it just put a thin veil in the way, which had the effect of making everything even more appealing. I followed the contour of her body and was able to tell that she wasn’t wearing panties underneath as well, because I could see a dark line that split the curve of her ass. She turned just then and I was certain that she caught me looking at her.
“Do you like biscuits?” she asked. Her smile told me that she knew exactly what I’d been doing and thinking, but I didn’t receive a scolding from her as I’d expected.
“I love biscuits,” I answered.
“Good, because I make the best biscuits you’ve ever put in your mouth,” she replied. “Good enough to make your mouth water. How about you grab some plates and silverware from the shelf and I’ll finish the gravy.”
“Yes, mam,” I replied.
“I told you to call me Alice,” she reproved with a fake sternness. She threw a hot-pad at me, which was totally unexpected and it hit me in the face as my hands came up a little too late to catch it.
“Okay, Alice,” I answered. “I got it.” I laughed as I answered her. I was beginning to relax a little more. I picked up the hot-pad and tossed it back to her. When she caught it, she threw it at me again and giggled. This time my hands were ready and I snatched it out of the air. I threw it back at her and she ducked giggling as it sailed past her. She picked up the hot-pad and composed herself. She turned toward the stove fighting back a smile and then burst into a soft laugh. “You’re kind of fun, Dave. This is going to be a fun week.”
I started to object, but realized the futility of it. I would just eat and then be on my way. That was the nobility of my thoughts. Another set of thoughts were crowding their way into my brain. The dusty-rose nipple, the penetrating, green eyes, the musical laugh, the contour of her body, the way her hair flowed and moved with her and that dark line veiled by the lace robe were all working a spell on me that would soon force out all nobility. I reached for the plates and as I turned I saw her in profile. I saw the way her face flowed smoothly into her neck and how her neck flowed into her chest. I saw how the lace rose and fell along with each breath and the way it was suspended away from her body because her breasts pushed it outward. I saw the smooth, skin of her round thighs which tapered at her knees and then began anew to form soft, round thighs and delicate feet. I was baffled. How could a woman so much older be so appealing?
“Hand me those plates Dave,” she interrupted. “Have a seat and we’ll eat. I’m starving. How about you?”
“I’m always ready to eat,” I answered. I took a seat on the bench beside the table. She filled the plates and set them down in front of me, then took her seat on the opposite side of the table. Everything looked and smelled incredible and I started in with my
face turned downward to my plate. I felt a little guilty for having the thoughts that I’d been having and I was struggling to look her in the eyes.
“Do you work on one of the ranches down in the valley?” she asked.
“My dad owns one of them,” I answered with my mouth full.
“The cabin?” she asked simply.
“It’s one of my grandpa’s old homesteads,” I answered between bites, trying to remember my manners. “We have another cabin over in Elk Creek.”
“Where is Elk Creek?” she asked.
“You just go down this trail out here. It starts up over the ridge and through a saddle and then comes off the other side into Elk Creek.”
“Is it far?” she asked.
“Not really, probably take about 15 minutes to ride over there.”
“Hummm,” she replied. She twisted her lips a little bit to one side.
When we had finished eating, she cleared the dishes from the table and put them in the basin that was beside the stove. It was heated by the heat of the stove and she began to wipe the plates. My eyes lingered on her a little, but I had found my manners and had gained some control of thoughts.
“I better get on over to Elk Creek,” I said as I stood up.
“You don’t need to go,” she said. “I kind of like the company. Sit and talk to me while I do the dishes. You’re not in any hurry are you?”
“I guess I can sit a minute,” I answered.
“You’re not working this week?” she asked.
“Well, kind of, I have some things to do, but mostly just a little time to loaf.”
“What things do you have to do?” she asked.
“Well, we have some salt blocks out there in the shed that I need to scatter around in different places and I need to look at some fence where the elk tore it down during the winter.”
“So you’ll have to ride over here from Elk Creek every day?”
“Yeah, but it’s no problem.”
“I feel bad that you have to do that,” she had a remorseful look on her face. “Why don’t you just stay here? There’s no use having to ride back and forth to do your work. I didn’t know I’d be interrupting anything or I wouldn’t have come up here.”
“No, really, it’s okay,” I protested. “It isn’t far. I can work on the other cabin a little. We don’t use it as much and it could use a little sprucing up.”
“Maybe I can convince you to stay,” she said. I noticed something wicked flash into her eyes as she stood up from her seat at the table, but I didn’t know what it was. She came around to the bench beside me and gracefully slipped up onto the table in front of me. As she tossed one leg up over my head and put it on the other side of me, her robe fell open and her breasts with the dusty-rose nipples came into view. She pulled the robe away on both sides to give me a full view of what had been veiled by the sheer lace.
Only about a foot and a half separated my eyes from the wide-open, pink lips of her moist pussy. Her legs were touching my shoulders and there was an overwhelming feminine energy surrounding and overtaking me. She reached down with a pair of slender fingers and spread the lips apart. I could see the wetness inside and the opening of her hole. I looked up with eyes the size of silver dollars and swallowed hard. Her large breasts were much closer to my face that I had ever imagined possible. I stared at each of the nipples. I wanted to touch them so badly, but I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to. I was completely paralyzed.
“Do you want to touch them?” she asked. She had read my mind. “Go ahead Dave. I saw you looking at me earlier.”
My hand was shaking as I raised it up to touch her breast. I swallowed hard with a dry throat, which had only moments ago gone dry. Her breast was soft and I squeezed it slightly, hardly able to believe that I had a woman’s breast in my hand. I started to pull it away, but she put her hand over my hand and guided me to massage and caress her. She drew my hand over her nipple and sucked in a quick breath as she let her head fall back, enjoying the pleasure of my touch. In that moment I realized that my cock was completely rigid in my jeans and to a degree that I’d never felt before. She grasped my other hand and guided it to her other breast. She looked down at me with a deep hunger in her eyes and I felt a thrill go through me which made my cock jump a little. She released my hands and pulled my head forward so that she could thrust a hard, dusty-rose nipple into my mouth.
I began to get over my shyness as I felt her pressing my face into her breast. I sucked on her nipple, trying to be gentle, but she only pressed me into her breast harder. She released her grip long enough to pull my head to the other nipple and then pressed me in hard as I sucked on her deeply. She let out a soft moan, which excited me even more and I sucked harder. All of my former nobility had disappeared and I only had a hunger for more of her. In the moment that the nobility slipped away she let go of my head, repositioned herself on the table and guided my mouth down toward the bald mound between her legs.
Before I realized what was going on, I felt her moist pussy lips pressing against my mouth. By some sort of instinct my tongue began to lick her. The flavor was sweet and musky and the taste and scent, combined with the thrill of what was being done to me took over all of my senses and an animal hunger rose up inside of me. My tongue and my lips began to devour her. I sucked on her, I licked her and I slurped the juices which were a combination of my own saliva and the wetness of her pussy. I looked up and saw her head tilted back in pleasure between her full, round breasts. I could hear the soft moans and her gasping for breath and it caused me to intensify the work that my mouth was doing. When she felt this, her hands moved from the back of my head and she pinched her erect nipples and pulled on them. A louder gasp escaped her throat, which was followed, by deep guttural moans. They started as growls from somewhere down in her chest and grew into gasping cries of pleasure.
She took in a deep breath and held it. I felt her trembling and shaking. She was pressing her hips into my mouth. Her hands were on the back of my head again as she ground her mound into my mouth. I was beginning to fight to catch my own breath when she let out a long, deep moan as she thrust her mound into me tighter and then released it rapidly several times. I was trapped between her legs by her thighs squeezing my ears, her hands on the back of my head and her mound thrust into my mouth. I was about to start fighting for air when she released me and pushed me away from her pussy abruptly.
By the look on her face, and the tone of her voice, I thought that she was angry with me, but I soon found out different. “Stand up,” she ordered. I stood as she slipped from the table and was quickly on her knees in front of me. It only took her a second to undo my pants, pull them and my underwear down to my knees and set my rigid cock free. It had just sprung free of the cotton when her warm, moist mouth slipped over the head and down the shaft. My head fell backward and I swooned a little at that first rush of pleasure that went through me, but it didn’t stay backward very long. I wanted to watch her work on my cock.
I watched her lips moving up and down the shaft of my cock and I could feel the moisture of her mouth and the pressure of her tongue on the underside of my shaft. She moaned and gulped as her head bobbed back and forth on me. She pulled her mouth off of me and looked up at me with playful, green eyes as her tongue traced circles around the head of my cock and she licked the full length of my shaft several times on both sides, then she took me deep into her mouth again and began bobbing back and forth on my cock keeping her lips tight as she sucked on me. All of the previous experience my cock had ever had was from my own hand and this was much, much better. I thought that I would explode when her fingers began caressing my balls and she held them in her hand. Too much more of that and I would have blew my load in her mouth, but she stopped suddenly, rose to her feet, holding my cock in her hand and closed her mouth over mine.
Her tongue shot into my mouth and began exploring inside, making circles around my tongue. She was panting and seemed to have a hunger to devour my mouth and tongue. I
’m assuming that it was some sort of instinct that made me respond the way I did, because I had never kissed nor been kissed like that in my life, but soon found myself matching her. My tongue was plunging inside of her mouth and sliding and gliding around her tongue. She would draw my tongue deep into her mouth and begin sucking on it and stroking it, just like she had with my cock. Her hand was softly stroking me while we kissed.
She abruptly pulled away and lay back on the table while she pulled me by the cock toward her spread legs. For the first time in my life, I watched the head of my cock come into contact with a moist, pink pussy and then I watched it disappear past the lips and into the warm sheath beyond. The thrill of that feeling made my knees buckle and I grasped the edge of the table to support myself as my body seemed to go weak for a moment. I felt the entire length of my cock be swallowed up by the warm, wet hole and then felt her legs wrap around me and pull me deeper. She started slowly at first, lifting and thrusting her mound against me and then letting it drop away as she stroked my cock with her pussy. She would tighten and squeeze me as she lowered her hips, then loosen her grip and drive me into her. I soon matched her slow, steady rhythm and drank in the deep pleasure of the moment.
Something in me cut loose and I began to drive into her harder and deeper. The feeling that was surging over me had turned me into an animal and I began plunging my cock into her faster, harder and deeper. Her guttural growls began anew and the gasping moans grew in intensity and I thrust inside of her. I could feel the head of my cock slamming into something soft at the very depth of her and each time it did she let a soft squeal escape her lips. The sound only drove me on harder and faster. I could feel an ache begin to build in my balls and a pressure began to fill the length of my shaft. I held my breath and fought to hold onto it as I continued thrusting. In only a few moments she caught her breath as she had done before and held it in as her body began to tremble. The pressure in my cock was almost beyond control and I gritted my teeth as I fought to hold it back.
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