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 Title: Cougar on The Prowl
Part: 1
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Summary: Horny, over sexed forty year old, looks for sex
Keywords: MF, MMMF, cons, oral, anal, orgy
Language: English

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   Cougar on The Prowl Part 1

   By Donato



   She was forty years old, hot to trot and a cougar on the prowl.  She had
been married twice and was now single again, no kids to tie her down, was
her own woman and loved to fuck.  As for looks, one could say she was
sensual.  She had full lips that seemed to say "kiss me" and dark eyes with
streaked blond/brown hair which she wore up.  Only when she got to ready
seduce or fuck, did she let it down and it then fell below her shoulders
heightening the sensual look about her.  Her breasts were her greatest
attribute although you could get an argument here.  Some of her former
lovers with in love with her vulva and its huge labia.

   Her breasts however, were outstanding.  When she was thirty five she
knew she would not be married long to the jerk she was with and that it
would be only a few years until gravity started to take over.  She was
large, DD cup, and knew keeping them from dropping to her waist would be a
problem.  So she had lifts put in to keep them up and pert, if you could
say a set of 34 DD tits were pert.  They were nicely rounded with large
areole and very large nipples.  When hard, they stood out like small rocks.
Her lovers loved to suckle on her and she got off quite well also.  So when
naked and standing, they looked perfectly natural.  The ever so slight
droop was always attributed to their size.

   When on her back however, they stood out like two large melons with rock
hard pebbles on top.  A wonderful sight for any sex absorbed partner. 
Traveling down her body, her belly button was pierced and it had hurt so
damn much she vowed never to do anything like that again.  But, men seemed
to like it so she kept the chain and small cubic zirconium attached to her.
Her waist was not that slim, but certainly not out of proportion to the
rest of her.  The flare of her hips and her firm ass almost finished out
the package but not quite.  She had legs to die for.  They were long, firm
and smooth.  She had never been a sun worshipper so her skin was smooth as
silk with not a wrinkle to be seen.

   She worked out religiously with aerobics and had a personal trainer
(woman) to keep the fat off and muscles fully toned.  When she bent from
the waist, no skin sagged.  All in all, a damn fine package.  The best
thing about her though, was she loved to fuck and could leave most men
exhausted.  In her entire life, she had only fucked one man who was able to
satisfy her carnal desire.  She thought of him often and wondered what
might have been if he hadn't loved to ride that damn motorcycle.

   On the only night they fucked, he had left her and was killed by a
truck. Just her luck.  But she still thought of his long, hard cock and the
way he could manipulate her clit with his tongue.  Her pants would get wet
when she thought of him and she would become very horny, as she was now.

   So here she was, a woman in need but where did she go so some decent man
would pick her up, take her home (or she take him) and fuck her brains out?
She was deathly afraid of AIDS and other STDs and always carried condoms
with her but in the heat of passion, some things just don't get done. 
Hence, she rarely drank so she would not get too carried away and lose her
inhibitions.

   She was just pulling out of the garage when she heard a twenty second ad
on the radio about a new cocktail lounge in town.  It boasted it was the
place to see and be seen.  She decided to give it a whirl.  It took her all
of fifteen minutes to find the place and from outside appearances, it
looked like a very nice place to meet a new man.  She parked her car and
noticed there was line to get in.  Mostly young people.  So she took a
twenty from her wallet and casually walked up to the bouncer, whispered in
his ear "This is for you" and was escorted in.  Kids know nothing, she said
to herself.  It was dimly lit inside and very crowded.  There was a dance
floor and the music was not loud.  There were tables near the dance floor
and booths further back where she could almost make out couples, but
barely.

   She was escorted to the bar, sat in high backed, comfy chair and ordered
a club soda.  The bartended brought it to her and she asked, "How much?".

   "No charge m'am, the drinkers cover all the soft drink costs for us. 
Enjoy."

   "Why thank you, and the drinkers, very much," she replied.  It didn't
take long for the first guy to come up and try to hit on her but he was a
kid and she was not interested.  She politely told him to fuck off and he
slinked away.  This went on for about an hour and she was into her third
club soda when nature called.  She asked the bartender to put her purse
behind the bar while she went to the ladies room.  On her way to the rest
rooms, she let her eyes drift over the crowd on the dance floor and then
she saw him.  Their eyes met briefly and he was gone but she knew there was
someone worth her interest.

   On her return back from the rest room she noticed that there was a man
sting in the chair next to hers at the bar.  She said, "Pardon me," as she
sat down and looked him in the eye, It was him!  He said, "I noticed you
from the dance floor and that you were alone so I thought you might like
some company."

   "Why that's very kind of you.  As you can see I am alone and starved for
some intellectual stimulation.  My name is Jean, yours?

   "Quentin, very pleased to meet you, jean."

   "The pleasure is all mine," she replied flashing her most sexy smile at
him.

   He could see she was one classy lady but the lighting was so dim, he
could not readily discern her features or other fine attributes.  They
talked for about fifteen minutes and a slow Frank Sinatra song came on, the
kids left the dance floor so he suggested they dance.  She readily
accepted.

   She melted into his arms as they danced as he was quite good, as was
she. They danced together for several songs as if they had danced for
years, making small talk all the while.  During the last dance he pulled
her close and she responded as she felt the bulge in his pants thru her
skirt.  She could feel her pussy start to get a little wet.

   The dance ended and instead of going back to the bar he led her to one
of the booths in the back.  She started to protest as she had left her
purse at the bar but a waitress found her and gave it to her.  She noticed
most of the booths had couples and some were engaged in some heavy making
out.  She thought to herself, how do I make this guy not know I want to
jump his bones and get him to make the first move?

   Quentin guided Jean to a dark booth in a very secluded part of the
lounge.  He had used this booth before and knew they would not be bothered.
This woman exuded such sensuality and sexuality that it was making him hard
and furious with desire.  "Let's sit here, Jean, its quite private and we
can .............talk." Jean could hear the slight hesitation in his voice
and knew she had had him.  Oh, this was going to be a fun night!

   "Of course Quentin, I love dark, intimate spots.  Do you?"

   "You have to ask?" was his response.  They settled comfortably in the
booth and there was a chilled bottle of white wine there for them.

   Remembering her vow, she said.  "Uh, Quentin, I don't really drink
much."

   "Don't worry darling, just a glass, nothing more." God, he thought, she
is really skitterish.

   "Well", she said looking at him thru the darkness, "I guess one glass,
but that's all, I have to drive home."

   He smiled and moved closer to her.  Ah good, she thought, he's going to
make a move and her panties got wetter.  She could feel it start to run
down her leg as she was only wearing a thong.  He put his arm around her as
she sipped at the wine.  "Your scent is intoxicating, what is it?"

   "Something pretty unknown, its called "Desire"."

   "Uh Jean, its having the desired affect," he mumbled throatily.

   Go for it big guy, make your move, I need a good fucking but she
wondered if he could fuck her here.  She felt his arm encircle her
shoulders and he bent forward to kiss her.  She leaned back in the plush
appointed booth to receive his kiss.  She let his tongue part her lips and
explore her mouth.  She did not respond at first, wanting him to think he
was the aggressor and she was just being compliant.  She put her arms
around his neck and pulled him close, their mouths locked together.

   His placed his hand on her stomach and when she did not resist, he
started to move it up to her breast.  He cupped her right breast in his
hand and was quite surprised at the size of it as her clothes lent no hint
as to how busty she really was.  She decided enough of this foreplay and
reached for his crotch.  He was hard and she stroked his cock thru this
pants.  Both their breaths began to come in short gasps.  He dropped his
hand from her breast and pushed up her skirt.  To his surprise and delight,
she was wearing a thong and he had no trouble sliding his index finger
under the fabric and into her sopping wet pussy.

   She spread her legs wide to give him full access to her.  He fingered
her and caressed her swollen labia.  She whispered in his ear, "Quentin,
get under the table and eat me." He didn't need to be asked twice and
quickly slid under the table.  It was pitch black but the smell of her sex
was all he needed.  She had pulled her skirt up around her hips and her
pussy was wide open.  He engulfed her cunt with his mouth and she gasped.
She pulled his head in to her as he licked, sucked and kissed at her
steaming cunt.  She moaned quietly, "Oh yes, that's so good, oh, oh, yes,
right there, eat me baby, oh yes....."

   He couldn't talk as his mouth was filled with her sex.  Never had he
felt such a huge labia in his mouth and her clitoris stood out like a
little finger.  He sucked on it, hard and then bit it gently and could feel
her legs stiffen as she began an agonizing orgasm.  She wanted to cry out
but could not so she stiffened all her muscles and made her body rigid as
the waves rolled through her.  Her body shook with pleasure and pain at the
same time as she struggled to look calm but inside her lust was seething.

   The waiter approached their booth to see if they wanted anything and
took one look at her face, the closed eyes, the open mouth uttering a
silent scream of pleasure and the absence of her date, and he knew he was
not wanted.

   Quentin released his mouth from her soaked pussy and slowly rose from
under the table so as not to arouse any suspicious eyes.  He kissed her
greedily and she tasted her own cum from his lips and licked at him like a
cat.  "Oh God, that was fabulous but I need to suck your cock.  Do you
think we can get away with it here?"

   "Probably, but let's go to my place.  That way we can really enjoy it."

   "Ok, give me a minute to freshen up, meet me in the front and I will
follow you to your place."

   He agreed, signaled the waiter, paid the bill and left to get his car.
The waiter stood there with a twenty dollar tip and a shit eating grin on
his face.

   She followed him to his place which was a very spacious multi level home
on the outskirts of the city in the foothills.  He pulled into the three
car garage and she followed him thinking he lived alone and she would spend
the night literally fucking her brains out.  And, she was right with one
exception.

   He helped her from her car and immediately took her in his arms
smothering her face and neck with kisses.  She wanted him desperately but
not in the garage so she pushed him off and said, "Now Quentin, give a girl
a chance, OK?  Let's go in the house and get comfortable."

   "I'm sorry, Jean, its just that you are so fucking hot, I want to be all
over you."

   "Not to worry my dear, you will have all of that and more," she said
with a mischievous wink.

   As they entered the home she exclaimed, "Why Quentin, this place is
fabulous."

   "Yes, thank you, I had a very rich wife who left me and I got the house
in the settlement.  I made out very well and she got her young stud."

   "Do you mind if I look around a bit?"

   "Please, do."

   Her trained eye took in all the expensive wall hangings and furnishings
plus the faux wall painting.  The kitchen was right out of a magazine and
the sixty inch plasma TV was hanging on the "family" room wall.  He had an
office downstairs as well, fully equipped with all sorts of office
equipment." She asked, "Exactly what do you do for a living?"

   "I'm a hedge fund consultant.  I move money and make money."

   "Interesting.  Someday you'll have to tell me more.  Do you have any
white wine, I could use a sip or two right now."

   "How about some Champagne to celebrate our first of many nights?"

   "That sounds divine, but only one glass for me, I have to drive home."

   "I was hoping I could persuade you spend the night."

   "Oh," she replied coyly, "you are alone?"

   "Very.  I'll get the bubbly."

   "I'm going upstairs so bring it up, please?"

   "Indubitably, my love."

   She walked up the short flight of stairs into what had to be the master
bedroom.  It had been transformed into a very masculine décor but it just
seemed to exude a certain sexuality about it.  Kind of like him, she
thought.  She knew what she had to do and quickly shed her clothes and
reclined on the bed spread, totally nude.  Waiting for the inevitable.

   Quentin came into the room with two flutes of Champagne and stopped dead
in his tracks.  There, lying on his bed was the most seductive sight he had
ever seen.  She was stunning.  She had let her shoulder length brown hair
down and it was spread on the pillows.  Her tits were pointed skyward with
erect and hard nipples.  He legs were demurely draped one over the other
and the sexy smile on her face was incredible.  Clearly, this woman had
done this before.

   He placed the flutes of Champagne on the table by the bedroom entrance
and slowly removed his clothes as he approached the bed.  Jean smiled and
held out her arms to him.  Naked, he climbed on the bed from the end and
began to kiss his way to her.  He started with her feet, up her legs,
across her Venus mound, up her belly, across her breast and finally her
mouth.  They held each other as lovers would, Gently, and kissed each other
with a subdued passion as they knew there was more to come.

   Jean pushed him on his back and rolled on top of him, feeling his cock
try to make its way into her pussy.  "Not just yet, honey, hold on for a
while." She broke the kiss and swung her legs over his head and found his
cock with her mouth.  They begin and slow, sensual sixty nine.  She bobbed
her head up and down on his throbbing cock as he slowly lapped at her sex.
He loved the taste of her and wanted her to cum and flood his face with her
sweet pussy juice.  But he held back and just was content with the taste of
her pussy and the wonderment of her huge labia.

   He took each of her blood engorged lips between his lips and sucked them
gently.  As he did so, he felt her body start to squirm and knew she would
cum soon.  He reached up with his hands and spread her vulva wide open and
inserted his tongue deep in her.  Her hips responded by pushing down on his
face and she increased the pressure on his cock.  He responded by pushing
his hips to her face and she let his cock slide down her throat.  The
feeling was incredible as his cock slid deep down her throat.  It was warm,
wet, and tight.

   His hips began an in and out motion as he fucked her throat and fucked
her pussy with his tongue.  She suddenly spit his cock from throat and
screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm hit her full blast.  "Oh fucking God, oh
yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh fucking God, its so fucking good, eat my
cunt, fuck me, YESSSSSSS!"

   Her body shook in uncontrolled spasms as he sucked on her labia and
tongue fucked her.  She couldn't suck his cock as her breath was coming in
such rapid gasps, he was worried slightly.  Her cunt gushed with her cum
and flooded his face and he drank all he could, letting what his mouth
couldn't handle flow down his face on onto his chest.  It was an orgasm of
epic proportions to say the least.  She shook uncontrollably and screamed
all the louder that he had to release his hold on her pussy.

   It took a full fifteen minutes before she regained her composure and lay
there, on him, panting heavily.

   She said huskily, "Oh baby, I don't think I've ever cum so hard before.
It was so beautiful.  God, I feel like I've cum a quart.  Was it good for
you?"

   "Jean, you are one of the most responsive women I have ever met.  I want
to go on but you are really tired.  Let's go to the hot tub so you can
relax and recharge your batteries."

   "Sounds great, lead the way."

   He helped her from the bed and out the large French doors in the bedroom
to an expansive deck.  Some how the remaining champagne was placed by the
bubbling hot tub.  He got in first and helped her into the swirling, warm
waters.  Since he had brought both flutes with him, he tossed the warm,
untouched Champagne and poured refills from the bottle sitting in the ice
bucket.  Jean never let it cross her mind how the bottle and ice had
arrived there.

   The sat side by side in the rejuvenating waters and kissed each other,
lightly.  She reached down for his dick after a few minutes and found it to
be rock hard.  Not wanting to miss an opportunity, she quickly threw her
legs over his and sat on his lap facing him.  She eased his cock into her
and they began a slow, sensual fuck.  Arms wrapped around each, they kissed
passionately while she rode his cock forward and back.  He broke the kiss
and began to suck on her breast.  He sucked and bit down on each nipple
sending small shock waves through.  She began to hump him harder now
feeling his hard prick deep in her.  This was her favorite position,
forward cowgirl, where her man could get maximum penetration.

   She could feel her orgasm start slowly, deep within her.  As she rose
and fell on his cock, it intensified, then waned.  She loved it.  She could
control the sensation by her own actions.  Up and down she went, moaning in
his ear, "Oh baby, you feel so good, your cock is deep in me, I love the
feel of it, I want to fuck you all night...." Her arms wrapped even tighter
around him as he began to respond with upward hip thrusts as she came down
on him.  She ground her ass down on him, harder and harder, forcing his
cock to even greater depths in her.  He grunted with the strain of her
machinations on his cock.

   He knew he could control his own cum and he wanted her to cum again. 
She was the hottest fucking thing he had ever experienced and he wanted
more of her.  He raised her up slightly off him and rammed his cock deep in
her, as hard as he could.  That did it, she screamed as the orgasm hit her.
Her body writhed on him like a serpent, she yelled as wave after wave
roiled through her.  "OHMYFUCKIN GOD!  YES, YES, OH FUCK ME BABY, YES, YES,
MORE, MORE, YESSSSS OH ITS SO FUCKING GOOD, YES BABY, FUCK ME, MAKE ME CUM
OH FUCK!"

   He pushed off the spa seat and into the middle of the spa where he knelt
on his knees, hung onto her and continued a relentless assault on her cunt
with his dick of steel.

   After a minute or two, he eased up and slowly withdrew from her and
offered his cock to her mouth.  She licked it lovingly, tasting her cum. 
Then she kissed him so he could taste her as well.  He loved the taste of a
woman's pussy, especially after it had been fucked long and hard.  His
tongue probed her mouth until he tasted every last drop of her cum.

   They lay in the spa another thirty minutes as Jean regained her
composure.  Finally she said to him, "Quentin, you are a fantastic, do you
want some more?" He nodded in the affirmative with a big grin and helped
her from the tub and handed her a towel to dry off.  She looked at him and
said, "Will you give a girl some time to freshen up?"

   "Of course but I'm afraid I don't have any female products in the
house."

   "Not to worry, I have what I need in my purse.



   TBC





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