Free Story – Cougar Cunt-ry

Oversexed older woman likes champagne for breakfast, caviar for lunch—and young guys for dinner.

When you’ve got enough money, you can afford to have a few habits that would seem quite decadent to a person of more modest means. As for me, I happen to like champagne for breakfast, caviar for lunch, and young men for dinner.

Jonathan, my late husband, claimed that my quenchless thirst for young guys was merely an attempt to regain a lost youth. My explanation is much simpler: I have to meet a man of my own generation who can satisfy my constant hunger for sex.

In the past, I’ve always chosen my lovers from the prep school that bears Jonathan’s name. They were always very handsome and intelligent boys from wonderful families who also happened to have that one most important requirement—a bulge in their pants that would put a stud horse to shame.

That routine was changed last summer when Richard came to the estate for an extended visit. Richard is my best friend’s only child. Instead of marrying into our social set as I did, Charlotte decided to move to Texas and marry a struggling young rancher who reminded her of Chris Pine.

Charlotte’s family thought that it was a tragedy to have the only male heir to their family fortune raised like a typical cowboy. Since they had long ago broken all ties with her, they approached me about taking the young man in for the summer to teach him how “the better” half lived. Charlotte balked at the idea, but Richard was old enough to make up his own mind. Besides, he had liked what he had seen during his brief visits.

At the start, my goals were strictly humanitarian. I was going to teach him some manners befitting his heritage. Hopefully, he would forsake his mother’s crude style of living to bring some dignity back to his family. But when Richard arrived, after an appraisal of his lean body—his mop of curly brown hair, his steely blue eyes, and his bulging crotch—I started getting other ideas. I could almost see what had attracted my friend to his father.

My first hint that Richard had the same thoughts that I did came on his second day there.

I had arisen earlier than usual and was taking my daily swim (sans bathing suit) in the pool. I pulled myself out of the water and started to wrap a towel around my naked body when I glanced up and saw him staring at me from his bedroom window. I couldn’t see below his waist, but from the way his arm was moving, I was sure that he was stroking his cock as he admired my sun-bronzed body.

I decided to give him a real show.

I spread the towel on the ground and stretched out on my back to soak in the sun’s rays. I reached for a bottle of lotion and started smoothing it over my whole body. I rubbed the cream into my firm, round breasts, slowly and sensuously, pausing to knead and roll my huge, brown nipples into long, hard points. I continued down over my flat stomach, and then my hand was reaching down into my neatly trimmed pussy. I rubbed the warm lotion into my wet and aching slit until my cunt lips were swollen with desire.

When I looked up again, I could see Richard’s arm moving even faster. Then a look of supreme satisfaction came over his face, and he disappeared from the window.

I didn’t see my young guest again until dinner. Neither one of us said a word about seeing each other that morning. But I knew that Richard’s piercing eyes were seeing right through my flimsy summer dress and that he was remembering every freckle on my golden brown body.

I had Andre, my butler, serve us at a small table on the patio. After we had finished, Andre refilled our wine glasses and left us alone in the waning sunlight. Richard was getting slightly tipsy from the wine, and he wasn’t succeeding very well in hiding his lusty stares at my tits. I hadn’t worn a bra (or panties, for that matter), and my nipples were tenting out the front of my dress like two giant rubies. I learned when I was very young that the quickest way to a man’s hard-on is the knowledge that the lady of his desires is totally naked under her ever-so-chic and expensive dress.

We made small talk about plans for the next day, including a tennis lesson. The poor boy had never been on a tennis court in his life. “You simply must learn how to play tennis if you’re going to survive in this world,” I said while slipping off one of my pumps and gently placing my foot in Richard’s lap under the linen tablecloth. His dick instantly jumped to life as my toes slowly moved up and down his long, thick organ.

This boy had many of the old blue-blood ways in him despite his crude upbringing. Most boys would have grabbed for me and taken me right there on the patio. I know. It’s happened more than once.

Richard just smiled at me and reached down to massage my sexy toes. “Yes, Rachel,” he said, trying to disguise that dreadful Texas drawl, “I simply must learn to play tennis.”

We were both breathing hard by this time, and I rang the butler and asked him to serve brandy in the study. I could feel Richard’s eyes burning through the thin fabric of my dress as he followed me. My knees went weak with anticipation of what was about to take place. By the time I had settled into the huge glove leather sofa, my sex juices were gushing out of me and dripping down my thighs almost to the tops of my ankles.

I dismissed the butler with a smile and turned to toast Richard.  “To a very long and hot summer,” I whispered as our snifters touched. This boy wasn’t shy like some of the others had been. He smiled and said, “To a very long and extremely hot summer.”

Our drinks were barely touched before my hand was on Richard’s muscular thigh.

He moved closer and took me into his arms. Richard had most definitely had some previous experience with girls. He knew all the right buttons to push. His lips covered mine, and his tongue slipped into my mouth as I groped to free his cock. His hand slid under my dress and started stroking the smooth skin of my thighs, inching closer and closer to my pulsing cunt until his fingers were spreading my pussy lips wide and exploring gently and lovingly in my musky tunnel. His other hand had unbuttoned the front of my dress and was moving expertly over my breasts, teasing and twisting my stiff nipples.

I managed to pull his swollen cock through his fly, and I kissed and licked the bulbous tip. I opened my lips wide and slid down over the hot flesh as I heard Richard murmur, “Mom said that you would probably try to teach me to be a gentleman. If this is what it’s all about, I think I’m going to like it…”

I relaxed my throat muscles and took his gigantic tool all the way in until my face was buried in his crotch.

I sucked and licked him to the very edge of eruption as he lifted my skirt to my waist and teased around my puckered asshole while I squirmed in delight.

I left him standing straight and proud as I got up and let my dress fall in a puddle around my feet. I posed for him in my pearls and my panties, twirling to let him take in every inch of my hard, trim body.

“Isn’t that a little better than jeans and cowboy boots?” I asked as I straddled his lap and slid down over him.

“I never did like cowboy boots,” he grinned. Then his hands were around my waist, and he was pushing me down onto him as I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. Richard did all the work as I closed my eyes and threw my head back to enjoy every second, every inch of our coupling. His teeth nibbled at my nipples as he lifted me up and down his marvelous pole, until I could feel the waves of orgasm building to a crescendo in me.

All of a sudden, my head was spinning, and my whole body was on fire as I climaxed from the friction on my clit.

I collapsed onto my horny young cowboy’s chest, fighting for breath. But this time, I had met my match. Unlike some of the 30-second wonders from the prep school, Richard was still as hard as a rock, and he was still pushing my satisfied but sore cunt up and down his tireless dick. I begged for him to stop, but he knew that I didn’t want him to any more than he wanted to—or could.

His lips were brushing lightly over my nipples, and my cunt was heating with lust again. I felt his whole body tense, and then it felt like a fire hose had been turned on inside me. His hot cum filled me to the brim as he kept shooting and shooting. The thick cream ran out of my cunt and down my thighs. Then I was cumming again, and everything went black for a few minutes.

I fell asleep immediately after finally struggling up to my bedroom that night. I had never been more exhausted or more satisfied.

When I awoke the next morning, I examined my body in the full-length mirror. My already huge nipples were swollen to twice their normal size from Richard’s hot lip action, and my pussy lips were puffy from his cock.

I put on my robe and made my way down to the pool. I jumped into the soothing water and pulled myself up onto an air mattress, letting the sun heal my sex-ravaged body as I daydreamed about Richard’s dick.

I was startled out of my fantasy by a yell that sounded like something from a bad western movie. I looked up to see my best friend’s son leaping into the pool. He landed in the water with a splash that overturned the mattress. Richard swam up to me and, with a big grin, said, “Sorry about the ‘yahoo!’”

Then he dropped under the surface of the water, kissing my aching body all the way down until he came to my pussy. He held his breath, and I gasped for mine as he kissed and probed my rapidly heating cunt with his tongue. Then he was up spitting water, and his cock was slipping into me. We fucked long and luxuriously while we treaded water to stay afloat.

After he had brought me off, I swam to the edge of the pool, and he sat on the concrete above me. I took his wet stick between my lips and sucked and licked him to an explosion that had me choking in an effort to swallow every drop of his sweet cum.

Needless to say, we never did get around to those tennis lessons that day-or the next day!

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