[F]inding my inner cougar

I heard his footsteps sprint up the stairwell and braced myself to pounce. I was the kind of distracted horny that only women in their late 30s understand. I’d spent all day fantasising about cum all over me and inside me. I’d been used in alleyways, thrown around at stag parties and spread my arse cheeks to feel hot jets of cum shoot all over my aching holes. Both of my hands were getting sore from playing with myself and porn just made it worse. I needed a real cock to play with.

A 22 year old PE teacher pursued me online last year. I’ve never had cougar urges, despite friends enthusiastically telling me to try it, so he persisted, and I resisted. Curiosity almost got the better of me a few times…

Then he messaged me a few months ago saying, “I’m 23 now…” and something inside me was coming around to the idea… It turns out he lives on the same street as me and the convenience of this, plus his enthusiastic pursuit, eventually met with the tsumani of horniness I was surfing.

So there I was all of a sudden, with a freshly shaven pussy, wearing a see-through baby-doll dress and stripper heels, wondering what the afternoon would bring…

I could feel my nipples pushing against the sheer cloth of my dress as I opened the door, it was a delightful sensation and I began wondering why I hadn’t done this sooner.
All 6’7” of him filled my doorway. Despite my ridiculously high heels I felt wonderfully small and weak as he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply. He was wearing a suit with a logo from his workplace and something about that unleashed a rush of cougar perversion I didn’t know was within me. I suddenly had every intention of dictating exactly what I wanted, how and where. As we were kissing I felt something raging hot against my belly, it was his cock! I was so taken aback by his huge frame when I opened the door that I completely missed the fact he had undone his pants and had his cock out waiting for me when I answered the door. It was big, fat and pulsing in a deliciously meaty way. I closed my front door and immediately dropped to my knees, I had to taste him as I was so impressed with his forwardness. I savoured every moment as he watched me gently wet his cock all over with my tongue then enclose the whole thing in my mouth. I held it there and moaned deeply as I started flicking the tip with my tongue. He took the biggest, deepest, breath and I lingered over my strokes with my mouth as I spat in to my left hand and began wanking the shaft in to my sloppy mouth. I got him raging hard and suddenly felt a strong hand grasp my hair and pull my head away. I had him at the edge but he wasn’t ready to cum yet. I quickly stood up and he kissed me hard but with great skill, I could tell how turned on he was by the intensity of his touch. He’d told me he prefers fucking older women and I was beginning to see the fruits of his adventures.

He pushed me up against the wall again and teased the edges of my sopping pussy with his fingers. As he kissed my neck I firmly told him, “Lay me on the bed and finger-fuck me as hard as you can!”. We walked to my bedroom, I felt so brilliantly slutty in my cougar dress and heels and I knew my lips were now swollen from sucking him and my hair was a mess. I looked hot as hell. I peeled off my dress and lay down on my four poster bed with my bare skin quivering at the anticipation of having those big fingers making me cum all over them.

He was eager to please but needed direction. Maybe other women don’t like being finger fucked as hard as I do, but it didn’t take him long to realise that “Harder!” meant spanking my clit and ramming his fingers as fast and hard as possible in to my hole. I loved every moment of showing him what I wanted and he had a look of wide-eyed wonder at my direct and no-holds-barred commands. He made me cum hard four times in a row and I was screaming my head off in ecstasy. But now I needed more of that gorgeous hard-on.

In a swift move, I threw a condom at him and told him to lie down so I could fuck the shit out of him. His hard-on was a delicious fit and I went to town grinding down on him as hard as I could. I came again almost instantly and watched keenly as a hybrid facial expression of half agony/half joy crossed his forehead. I leaned forward and whispered in to his ear, “Did someone cum?”
With his eyes still scrunched up in an intense frown he gasped for a breath, nodded weakly and said, in a broken sentence of breath-words, “You’re incredible”.

So maybe turning forty in a few years is just the beginning..?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4e5dxc/finding_my_inner_cougar