The Cougar
I barreled through the door with laundry in my hand, ready to begin my first spring break home from college. Although I could have joined with some friends on a Mexican getaway, I didn't exactly have the money to blow on plane tickets, hotel rooms, not to mention all the drinking and eating.
"Mom, I'm home," I yelled from the kitchen.
I heard some rumbling coming from the living room and saw my mother finishing up her Zoom yoga class. She used to teach at an actual yoga studio, but the pandemic shut everything down, so she moved online. She seemed happy enough and kept most of her clients including her best friend whom I noticed standing next to her.
"Hi, sweetie," mom answered. "Be out in a second."
Both women wore tight leggings: black for my mother and white for her friend Angela, someone I knew for two decades (well, nearly two decades).
"Hi, Angela," I said, much more interested in her attire than my mother's, for obvious reasons.
I don't know how she squeezed all of her curves into those tight leggings and sports bra, but I thanked Heaven she did. Even at 53, Angela routinely aroused me every time I saw her, which isn't to say 53 is old by any stretch.
"Hi, hun," Angela called back. "How was the drive?"
I had a crush on my mom's best friend since freshman year of high school. Back then, her husband took care of her, but she left him two years ago. Unlike some women who get divorced, Angela never let any negative emotions show nor did she suddenly decide to hate all men.
"The drive was fine," I said. "What are you ladies up to?"
She also never lost herself in a tub of ice cream, gained a bunch of weight and became overly depressed. She just left him and moved on with her life. She definitely seemed happier now.
"We just finished a yoga class, sweetie, can't you tell," my mom said.
The two sweaty, but energized women walked into the kitchen to greet me with a hug and a kiss. My cock responded in kind when Angela wrapped her arms around me and pressed her breasts into my chest. I squeezed her back.
"Oh, yeah, you're both sweating," I exclaimed. "How was it?"
I wasn't so much interested in the answer as I was staring at Angela's backside as she walked past me. Goodness, I thought to myself, how could any man ever let that walk away.
"Exhilarating," Angela replied, taking a long sip of water. "You know what yoga does to me?"
I didn't know, but I secretly hoped it made her horny. I felt like a grown man now, someone who could satisfy her. I hadn't heard she remarried or started seeing anyone, so I (maybe foolishly) felt as though I could fulfill her needs. Her husband looked good, no doubt, but I had a couple inches on him both in height and where it really counts (yeah, I saw him naked once, totally by accident, and although I wouldn't call him small, I knew he didn't measure up to me).
"I'm so glad you're home," mom said as she kissed me again.
"I concur," Angela said in almost a raspy tone, then she kissed me again.
With my meatpole almost comically pressing against the fabric of both my briefs and pants, I had to turn away before someone noticed.
"You actually almost missed us," my mom said as I pretended to look in the fridge. "We were just about to make a trip to the store. Do you need anything?"
I breathed a sigh of relief. With them gone, I could get a quick jerk session in and look more presentable when they came back.
"I'm good, I think," I answered. "Thanks, anyway."
Before my mom could get in another word, Angela piped in to suggest they both needed to shower before going anywhere.
"Tracy, we're a hot mess. Why don't you jump in the shower quickly," Angela advised my mother. "I'll wait down here."
Without pushback, my mom trudged off to the bathroom to clean herself up, leaving me alone with a deadly cougar.
"So, Ben, have you been hitting the gym now that you're in college? You look more built than the last time I saw you," Angela questioned.
I hadn't, but I lied and said I've been working out some. She asked about school life and how the women were, if I had a girlfriend now. I said no.
"Studying keeps me up all night," I added, which was basically true.
Angela stepped toward me closing the gap between us and said normally the girls kept the guys up all night. She asked why a handsome, tall guy like myself was still single and I croaked out something about the right one or not being ready or whatever words I could push out of my mouth.
"How will you know who the right one is if you don't experiment," she breathed, now just a whisker away from me. "Maybe you like older women, maybe you like young ones."
She put a stamp on the word older; that plus her body standing inches from mine caused much distress in my nether regions. She clearly noticed something.
"I used to think I fancied older men," she shared, "but now I'm starting to think young men are more my speed. I have so much stamina those old guys can't keep up. I need someone with a healthy sex drive."
My sex drive was so healthy it could do 100 pushups without breaking a sweat. I tried to respond with a witty retort, but I'm honestly not sure what, if anything, came out of my mouth. I just knew I was more interested in what might go in my mouth, namely her pink tongue.
"But you young boys," Angela sighed, "always with your games. One thing about older men: when they want to fuck, they're not shy about it."
I almost keeled over and died when she used such vulgar language. I again tried to say something of substance, like, young boys don't always play games or older men have to be up front because they don't have any time to waste, but I'm positive all that came out was garbled, mumbo-jumbo.
"You don't seem like the game player type," Angela remarked. "Are you?"
This time I forced out a strong no. She must have liked hearing that because she put her soft, delicate hand on mine, looked me in the eyes and whispered good.
"I just hate games," she said softly, as if someone else might be listening and she only wanted me to hear.
Her brown eyes, inches from my face, shone a light so bright someone could cut the sun and I'd still have 20/20 vision. Her dark, brunette hair hung so close I could smell the strawberry shampoo she used that morning. Her soft, light pink lips gleamed thanks to the perspiration on her upper lip that dripped onto her bottom lip.
The air smelled like sex and we were both still clothed (if you can call her skintight sports bra and leggings clothing). I wanted to lean forward and kiss her like they do in the movies, take her soft, wet lips and smother them with mine. I never got the chance as she backed away.
"It's warm in here, isn't it," she teased while reaching for her water.
I watched the liquid leave the bottle and enter her mouth, though some stray droplets struck her chin before ultimately landing on the softest landing pad imaginable: her enormous breasts. I desperately needed water, too.
"You look thirsty," Angela said, smiling because this vixen knew exactly what she was doing to me. "Here, take a sip of my water."
I took one gulp, tasting the lipgloss she left on the rim of the bottle. I took another and another, not due to an overwhelming thirst, but so I could keep tasting her lip gloss, a mixture of watermelon and cherry.
"You were thirsty," she said, watching me gulp down the water.
I offered her back the bottle and she took it; but not to drink; instead, she poured a little on her hand and used it to cool down both sides of her neck. She never took her eyes off of mine.
"I'm still so warm," she acknowledged. "I'm just burning up."
I offered to get her a cold washcloth, but she declined. She admitted a cool cloth might not resolve the problem of the additional sweat on her neck.
"I can't believe how grown you are," she noted, as she looked me up and down. "How did you get so big? You used to be this little boy."
I told her how I had become a man: gotten taller, bigger, filled out. I joked she should see me without my shirt on and she quickly motioned for me to take it off.
"Just to see if all that gym time paid off," she added, though we both knew what was happening.
I obliged her request, because, first, I would have done anything she asked and second, I hoped if my shirt came off, maybe her top would come off, too. As I lifted the garment over my head, I saw her eyes widen the more skin she took in.
"My, you have filled out very nicely," she sighed, almost certainly realizing how sexual it sounded. "And still single? Such a shame to waste such a nice body."
That was my cue. With mom still in the shower (thank goodness she always took her time), I had to muster the courage to make my move. She gave me the opening and I had to close it.
"Then let's not let it go to waste," I replied. "Let's use it."
Her eyes lit up. I had her. She wanted this. She wanted me maybe just as badly as I wanted her.
"Benjamin, you naughty boy," she hissed. "What if your mom comes downstairs? Besides, I'm an old woman and what would a young, buff man like you do with an old lady like me?"
I froze. Don't puss out now, I said to myself. I stepped forward until I could feel her breath on my face. At nearly six feet tall I only had a couple of inches on her, mostly thanks to her being barefoot. Still, I planned on using my presence to intimidate her.
"I've wanted to fuck you for the past four years," I groweled. "I'm 18 now, so I think it's about time I did it."
With that, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her for a passionate kiss, like in the movies. She returned the favor. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced and twirled, touched and retreated only to touch again. I pulled away.
"You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," I said as I stared deep into her soul. "All those times watching you work out with my mom, bending over, stretching, moving your glorious body, you don't know how many times I ran to my bedroom to touch myself."
Without hesitation, Angela dropped to her knees. She asked if she could see what I had been touching all these years. I helped her unbutton my jeans. She pulled them down, along with my briefs, and out sprang my 9-inches of 18-year old manhood. I felt like a fucking stud.
"I don't think I need a tape measure to see you're clearly bigger than my ex," Angela offered, causing my already inflated ego to rise (much like my erection). "In fact, you're about to become the biggest thing I ever put in my mouth."
I almost came all over her face, all over her rosy cheeks and sweaty forehead. Thankfully, I managed to control myself. Angela, on the other hand, couldn't, and she engulfed my cock like it was on fire and only her saliva could quell the flames.
I had never been blown like that, by someone who knew exactly what to do and exactly how to do it. She had more than 30 years of experience and she used every trick in the book. While she couldn't deepthroat me, which she happily pointed out, she definitely tried.
On her knees, with her juicy bottom resting on her heels, she looked like a Greek goddess, albeit one who liked to suck dick. I reached around and placed my hand on the back of her head, just to encourage her. Not that she needed it, because she stroked, licked and sucked with all the zest of a woman giving her first blowjob.
"Fuck," I grunted, trying to alert her of when I might finish. "I'm getting so close already."
Being the expert she was, and not wanting the fun to end, she slowly removed my bulging erection from her mouth and stood up. She kissed me and I could taste my pre-cum. I had never experienced that before so the sensation felt strange, but I wasn't about to complain.
She led me to the couch where she instructed me to lie down. Instead, I turned her around so her back faced me and I reached around to cup her enormous breasts. I squeezed them, molded them, pressed them into my palms, and generally had my way with her tits. I then lifted off her sports bra for better access.
"I see you're enjoying these," Angela hissed, as I went back to mauling her, making sure to pinch and pull on her nipples.
She leaned back into me, turned her head and we kissed. She bit my lip as I pinched her hardening buds. I turned her back around to face me so I could slip a nipple into my mouth. I sc****d my teeth against the tender flesh, then bit down causing a yelp to escape her lips.
"You're being too loud," I teased as I did it again. "Do you want to get caught?"
I reached my hand down to cup her vagina. The fabric of her leggings made it feel like nothing separated my hand from her wet pussy. I had never felt a woman so wet. Assuming the same position as Angela had earlier, I sank to my knees. I pulled her ridiculously tight leggings down her thick thighs and had her step out of them.
"I think it's my turn to return the favor," I stated, as her wetness glistened.
Angela, much like I did, used her hand on the back of my head to guide me forward. Resting above her sensitive clitoris, a tuft of black curls greeted my nostrils. She smelled like an open pasture of green grass and flowers that had just bloomed. Although she sported a full bush above her clit, she kept her pussy clean.
"I'm glad you like it," Angela breathed as I licked her outer lips, her inner lips and finally brushed my tongue against her throbbing clit.
Not being an expert pussy licker, I didn't spend as much time between her legs as maybe I should have. However, I was always told to play to your strengths. This meant getting her on the couch and impaling her with my 9-inches of fun.
While she got into position, I removed my jeans, shoes and socks completely. I mounted her, leaving the tip of my cock just outside her waiting hole. I then grabbed my erection and began to rub it over her clit and between her outer lips, but never quite breaking the seal, if you will.
"Don't be a tease," Angela moaned, clearly ready for the main event to start. "Let me have it."
I didn't let her have it. I held out somehow. I made her beg for it, yearn for it, demand it. She tried to lock her legs around my waist and push me forward, but as strong as her legs were, I didn't budge.
With pleading eyes, she said, "Just slip it in. I'm so ready for it. See how wet I am? Come on, baby."
She looked absolutely adorable giving me the puppy dog eyes. How could I say no? I slipped it in, just briefly, before pulling back out again.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this," I teased, loving every second of the torture. "Maybe we should pause and come back another time."
Angela looked like she wanted to kill me. Her puppy dog eyes left, replaced by a devilish stare that said fuck me now or I'll take your life. I answered with a devilish stare of my own that said go ahead and try. This was a cat-and-mouse game of who would blink first.
I fooled myself into thinking I could actually win, when in reality she knew all the cheat codes. Truthfully, even though I hovered over her, she was always on top. It wasn't fair, kind of like unplugging your friend's controller right as he's about to score the winning touchdown.
"Fuck me with your massive dick," Angela whispered. "This is what you've been waiting four years for, so take it. Invade my body, own me, fuck me like my ex never did."
Four years ago I would cum just thinking about her, now I'm on top playing games? She had me dominated from the first day I ever remember liking girls. At 11 years old, I saw her in a half-shirt with cutoff jean shorts on and nearly choked on my own tongue. Suddenly, girls went from having cooties and being gross to having my heart and being all I could think about.
I pressed my bulbous head forward, penetrating her weak defense. I pushed until I felt resistance, then pushed some more. I opened her up in ways she never could have imagined. I stretched her out, reminded her how it felt to really get fucked, to really feel a man inside her.
"Yes!" she repeated several times as I pistoned in and out of her. "That's fucking it, right there. Make my pussy take your cock."
Angela had no k**s, and like she said, no partners as impressive as me, so her pussy felt tight around my member. But God she was wet. She'd leave a stain on the couch once we finished, one I happily tried to clean with my tongue.
"Don't stop, don't slow down," she begged with lust in her voice and sin in her eyes.
I worked at a good pace, managed to keep it up as I hammered her. I buried my face into her gorgeous tits as I kept up the pounding. Several times I felt like exploding, but I centered myself, relaxed and continued the vaginal assault. Unfortunately, I heard the water shut off upstairs and knew the end was near. She knew it, too.
"I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm so close," Angela said before a gusher of girl cream enveloped my stiff piece of wood.
I don't know how she timed it so perfectly, but she came so hard and so much I feared I might slip out of her. Instead, I pumped a few more times before I exploded into her waiting and open vagina. I completely drenched her pussy with my cum, as I hadn't orgasmed in days.
Dressing quickly and quietly, with my dick slowly deflating but still covered in her cream and my cum, I struggled to shove it back into my briefs and pants. With her cream and my cum dripping down her legs, Angela somehow slipped her leggings back on, along with her one-size too small sports bra.
I gave her a quick kiss, then threw my shirt on over my head. I only prayed it wouldn't be the last kiss.
"Mom, I'm home," I yelled from the kitchen.
I heard some rumbling coming from the living room and saw my mother finishing up her Zoom yoga class. She used to teach at an actual yoga studio, but the pandemic shut everything down, so she moved online. She seemed happy enough and kept most of her clients including her best friend whom I noticed standing next to her.
"Hi, sweetie," mom answered. "Be out in a second."
Both women wore tight leggings: black for my mother and white for her friend Angela, someone I knew for two decades (well, nearly two decades).
"Hi, Angela," I said, much more interested in her attire than my mother's, for obvious reasons.
I don't know how she squeezed all of her curves into those tight leggings and sports bra, but I thanked Heaven she did. Even at 53, Angela routinely aroused me every time I saw her, which isn't to say 53 is old by any stretch.
"Hi, hun," Angela called back. "How was the drive?"
I had a crush on my mom's best friend since freshman year of high school. Back then, her husband took care of her, but she left him two years ago. Unlike some women who get divorced, Angela never let any negative emotions show nor did she suddenly decide to hate all men.
"The drive was fine," I said. "What are you ladies up to?"
She also never lost herself in a tub of ice cream, gained a bunch of weight and became overly depressed. She just left him and moved on with her life. She definitely seemed happier now.
"We just finished a yoga class, sweetie, can't you tell," my mom said.
The two sweaty, but energized women walked into the kitchen to greet me with a hug and a kiss. My cock responded in kind when Angela wrapped her arms around me and pressed her breasts into my chest. I squeezed her back.
"Oh, yeah, you're both sweating," I exclaimed. "How was it?"
I wasn't so much interested in the answer as I was staring at Angela's backside as she walked past me. Goodness, I thought to myself, how could any man ever let that walk away.
"Exhilarating," Angela replied, taking a long sip of water. "You know what yoga does to me?"
I didn't know, but I secretly hoped it made her horny. I felt like a grown man now, someone who could satisfy her. I hadn't heard she remarried or started seeing anyone, so I (maybe foolishly) felt as though I could fulfill her needs. Her husband looked good, no doubt, but I had a couple inches on him both in height and where it really counts (yeah, I saw him naked once, totally by accident, and although I wouldn't call him small, I knew he didn't measure up to me).
"I'm so glad you're home," mom said as she kissed me again.
"I concur," Angela said in almost a raspy tone, then she kissed me again.
With my meatpole almost comically pressing against the fabric of both my briefs and pants, I had to turn away before someone noticed.
"You actually almost missed us," my mom said as I pretended to look in the fridge. "We were just about to make a trip to the store. Do you need anything?"
I breathed a sigh of relief. With them gone, I could get a quick jerk session in and look more presentable when they came back.
"I'm good, I think," I answered. "Thanks, anyway."
Before my mom could get in another word, Angela piped in to suggest they both needed to shower before going anywhere.
"Tracy, we're a hot mess. Why don't you jump in the shower quickly," Angela advised my mother. "I'll wait down here."
Without pushback, my mom trudged off to the bathroom to clean herself up, leaving me alone with a deadly cougar.
"So, Ben, have you been hitting the gym now that you're in college? You look more built than the last time I saw you," Angela questioned.
I hadn't, but I lied and said I've been working out some. She asked about school life and how the women were, if I had a girlfriend now. I said no.
"Studying keeps me up all night," I added, which was basically true.
Angela stepped toward me closing the gap between us and said normally the girls kept the guys up all night. She asked why a handsome, tall guy like myself was still single and I croaked out something about the right one or not being ready or whatever words I could push out of my mouth.
"How will you know who the right one is if you don't experiment," she breathed, now just a whisker away from me. "Maybe you like older women, maybe you like young ones."
She put a stamp on the word older; that plus her body standing inches from mine caused much distress in my nether regions. She clearly noticed something.
"I used to think I fancied older men," she shared, "but now I'm starting to think young men are more my speed. I have so much stamina those old guys can't keep up. I need someone with a healthy sex drive."
My sex drive was so healthy it could do 100 pushups without breaking a sweat. I tried to respond with a witty retort, but I'm honestly not sure what, if anything, came out of my mouth. I just knew I was more interested in what might go in my mouth, namely her pink tongue.
"But you young boys," Angela sighed, "always with your games. One thing about older men: when they want to fuck, they're not shy about it."
I almost keeled over and died when she used such vulgar language. I again tried to say something of substance, like, young boys don't always play games or older men have to be up front because they don't have any time to waste, but I'm positive all that came out was garbled, mumbo-jumbo.
"You don't seem like the game player type," Angela remarked. "Are you?"
This time I forced out a strong no. She must have liked hearing that because she put her soft, delicate hand on mine, looked me in the eyes and whispered good.
"I just hate games," she said softly, as if someone else might be listening and she only wanted me to hear.
Her brown eyes, inches from my face, shone a light so bright someone could cut the sun and I'd still have 20/20 vision. Her dark, brunette hair hung so close I could smell the strawberry shampoo she used that morning. Her soft, light pink lips gleamed thanks to the perspiration on her upper lip that dripped onto her bottom lip.
The air smelled like sex and we were both still clothed (if you can call her skintight sports bra and leggings clothing). I wanted to lean forward and kiss her like they do in the movies, take her soft, wet lips and smother them with mine. I never got the chance as she backed away.
"It's warm in here, isn't it," she teased while reaching for her water.
I watched the liquid leave the bottle and enter her mouth, though some stray droplets struck her chin before ultimately landing on the softest landing pad imaginable: her enormous breasts. I desperately needed water, too.
"You look thirsty," Angela said, smiling because this vixen knew exactly what she was doing to me. "Here, take a sip of my water."
I took one gulp, tasting the lipgloss she left on the rim of the bottle. I took another and another, not due to an overwhelming thirst, but so I could keep tasting her lip gloss, a mixture of watermelon and cherry.
"You were thirsty," she said, watching me gulp down the water.
I offered her back the bottle and she took it; but not to drink; instead, she poured a little on her hand and used it to cool down both sides of her neck. She never took her eyes off of mine.
"I'm still so warm," she acknowledged. "I'm just burning up."
I offered to get her a cold washcloth, but she declined. She admitted a cool cloth might not resolve the problem of the additional sweat on her neck.
"I can't believe how grown you are," she noted, as she looked me up and down. "How did you get so big? You used to be this little boy."
I told her how I had become a man: gotten taller, bigger, filled out. I joked she should see me without my shirt on and she quickly motioned for me to take it off.
"Just to see if all that gym time paid off," she added, though we both knew what was happening.
I obliged her request, because, first, I would have done anything she asked and second, I hoped if my shirt came off, maybe her top would come off, too. As I lifted the garment over my head, I saw her eyes widen the more skin she took in.
"My, you have filled out very nicely," she sighed, almost certainly realizing how sexual it sounded. "And still single? Such a shame to waste such a nice body."
That was my cue. With mom still in the shower (thank goodness she always took her time), I had to muster the courage to make my move. She gave me the opening and I had to close it.
"Then let's not let it go to waste," I replied. "Let's use it."
Her eyes lit up. I had her. She wanted this. She wanted me maybe just as badly as I wanted her.
"Benjamin, you naughty boy," she hissed. "What if your mom comes downstairs? Besides, I'm an old woman and what would a young, buff man like you do with an old lady like me?"
I froze. Don't puss out now, I said to myself. I stepped forward until I could feel her breath on my face. At nearly six feet tall I only had a couple of inches on her, mostly thanks to her being barefoot. Still, I planned on using my presence to intimidate her.
"I've wanted to fuck you for the past four years," I groweled. "I'm 18 now, so I think it's about time I did it."
With that, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her for a passionate kiss, like in the movies. She returned the favor. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced and twirled, touched and retreated only to touch again. I pulled away.
"You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," I said as I stared deep into her soul. "All those times watching you work out with my mom, bending over, stretching, moving your glorious body, you don't know how many times I ran to my bedroom to touch myself."
Without hesitation, Angela dropped to her knees. She asked if she could see what I had been touching all these years. I helped her unbutton my jeans. She pulled them down, along with my briefs, and out sprang my 9-inches of 18-year old manhood. I felt like a fucking stud.
"I don't think I need a tape measure to see you're clearly bigger than my ex," Angela offered, causing my already inflated ego to rise (much like my erection). "In fact, you're about to become the biggest thing I ever put in my mouth."
I almost came all over her face, all over her rosy cheeks and sweaty forehead. Thankfully, I managed to control myself. Angela, on the other hand, couldn't, and she engulfed my cock like it was on fire and only her saliva could quell the flames.
I had never been blown like that, by someone who knew exactly what to do and exactly how to do it. She had more than 30 years of experience and she used every trick in the book. While she couldn't deepthroat me, which she happily pointed out, she definitely tried.
On her knees, with her juicy bottom resting on her heels, she looked like a Greek goddess, albeit one who liked to suck dick. I reached around and placed my hand on the back of her head, just to encourage her. Not that she needed it, because she stroked, licked and sucked with all the zest of a woman giving her first blowjob.
"Fuck," I grunted, trying to alert her of when I might finish. "I'm getting so close already."
Being the expert she was, and not wanting the fun to end, she slowly removed my bulging erection from her mouth and stood up. She kissed me and I could taste my pre-cum. I had never experienced that before so the sensation felt strange, but I wasn't about to complain.
She led me to the couch where she instructed me to lie down. Instead, I turned her around so her back faced me and I reached around to cup her enormous breasts. I squeezed them, molded them, pressed them into my palms, and generally had my way with her tits. I then lifted off her sports bra for better access.
"I see you're enjoying these," Angela hissed, as I went back to mauling her, making sure to pinch and pull on her nipples.
She leaned back into me, turned her head and we kissed. She bit my lip as I pinched her hardening buds. I turned her back around to face me so I could slip a nipple into my mouth. I sc****d my teeth against the tender flesh, then bit down causing a yelp to escape her lips.
"You're being too loud," I teased as I did it again. "Do you want to get caught?"
I reached my hand down to cup her vagina. The fabric of her leggings made it feel like nothing separated my hand from her wet pussy. I had never felt a woman so wet. Assuming the same position as Angela had earlier, I sank to my knees. I pulled her ridiculously tight leggings down her thick thighs and had her step out of them.
"I think it's my turn to return the favor," I stated, as her wetness glistened.
Angela, much like I did, used her hand on the back of my head to guide me forward. Resting above her sensitive clitoris, a tuft of black curls greeted my nostrils. She smelled like an open pasture of green grass and flowers that had just bloomed. Although she sported a full bush above her clit, she kept her pussy clean.
"I'm glad you like it," Angela breathed as I licked her outer lips, her inner lips and finally brushed my tongue against her throbbing clit.
Not being an expert pussy licker, I didn't spend as much time between her legs as maybe I should have. However, I was always told to play to your strengths. This meant getting her on the couch and impaling her with my 9-inches of fun.
While she got into position, I removed my jeans, shoes and socks completely. I mounted her, leaving the tip of my cock just outside her waiting hole. I then grabbed my erection and began to rub it over her clit and between her outer lips, but never quite breaking the seal, if you will.
"Don't be a tease," Angela moaned, clearly ready for the main event to start. "Let me have it."
I didn't let her have it. I held out somehow. I made her beg for it, yearn for it, demand it. She tried to lock her legs around my waist and push me forward, but as strong as her legs were, I didn't budge.
With pleading eyes, she said, "Just slip it in. I'm so ready for it. See how wet I am? Come on, baby."
She looked absolutely adorable giving me the puppy dog eyes. How could I say no? I slipped it in, just briefly, before pulling back out again.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this," I teased, loving every second of the torture. "Maybe we should pause and come back another time."
Angela looked like she wanted to kill me. Her puppy dog eyes left, replaced by a devilish stare that said fuck me now or I'll take your life. I answered with a devilish stare of my own that said go ahead and try. This was a cat-and-mouse game of who would blink first.
I fooled myself into thinking I could actually win, when in reality she knew all the cheat codes. Truthfully, even though I hovered over her, she was always on top. It wasn't fair, kind of like unplugging your friend's controller right as he's about to score the winning touchdown.
"Fuck me with your massive dick," Angela whispered. "This is what you've been waiting four years for, so take it. Invade my body, own me, fuck me like my ex never did."
Four years ago I would cum just thinking about her, now I'm on top playing games? She had me dominated from the first day I ever remember liking girls. At 11 years old, I saw her in a half-shirt with cutoff jean shorts on and nearly choked on my own tongue. Suddenly, girls went from having cooties and being gross to having my heart and being all I could think about.
I pressed my bulbous head forward, penetrating her weak defense. I pushed until I felt resistance, then pushed some more. I opened her up in ways she never could have imagined. I stretched her out, reminded her how it felt to really get fucked, to really feel a man inside her.
"Yes!" she repeated several times as I pistoned in and out of her. "That's fucking it, right there. Make my pussy take your cock."
Angela had no k**s, and like she said, no partners as impressive as me, so her pussy felt tight around my member. But God she was wet. She'd leave a stain on the couch once we finished, one I happily tried to clean with my tongue.
"Don't stop, don't slow down," she begged with lust in her voice and sin in her eyes.
I worked at a good pace, managed to keep it up as I hammered her. I buried my face into her gorgeous tits as I kept up the pounding. Several times I felt like exploding, but I centered myself, relaxed and continued the vaginal assault. Unfortunately, I heard the water shut off upstairs and knew the end was near. She knew it, too.
"I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm so close," Angela said before a gusher of girl cream enveloped my stiff piece of wood.
I don't know how she timed it so perfectly, but she came so hard and so much I feared I might slip out of her. Instead, I pumped a few more times before I exploded into her waiting and open vagina. I completely drenched her pussy with my cum, as I hadn't orgasmed in days.
Dressing quickly and quietly, with my dick slowly deflating but still covered in her cream and my cum, I struggled to shove it back into my briefs and pants. With her cream and my cum dripping down her legs, Angela somehow slipped her leggings back on, along with her one-size too small sports bra.
I gave her a quick kiss, then threw my shirt on over my head. I only prayed it wouldn't be the last kiss.
3 years ago
