The Beautiful Kind

This post is the follow up to this teaser earlier in the week…

I knew this dead sexy 25 yr old from out and about. I had chatted him up a few times very casually. I could tell he was a sexual person, he radiated vibrant energy like Ra the sun god. He didn’t know about my blog; for all he knew I was just some innocent milf.

Last week I sent him a message on myspace (JESUS that site gets me laid) and dropped the C Bomb on him.

You know, the fact that I’m a cougar. I asked him if that freaked him out.

His response? Eager and instantly plugged in. He knew the game:

I will be like a South American hunter casting his bow aside to commune with the big cats of the jungle…

I wrote him back:

Well I’d hang on to your spear if I was you - I have claws, you know.

We made plans to rendezvous at his place late one night. I told him I didn’t want to talk beforehand, I just wanted to get down to business, and then talk later. He was down with that - he told me he would take me at the door.

I hadn’t seen his face in months, but I was certain he’d be an amazing lover.

I turned on to his street, and the butterflies started flitting in my tummy.

I knocked on his door, and he opened it. I entered. I felt a little shy. I turned away from him and dropped my purse, and he embraced me from behind and started kissing my neck. We had never touched before.

I let out a little moan and turned, and we stood there and made out. He pressed against me and I felt his cock stirring against my thigh. We were virtual strangers, meeting in the cloak of night, turning fantasy into reality.

He led me back to his bedroom, and we slowly shed our clothes between kisses. When I got his shirt off I about screamed “OH MY GOD FUCK YES!” I wanted to clap my hands and squeal, but instead I just giggled and glanced shyly at his torso. He was one of those people who looks better naked than with clothes on. He was like a work of art.

He had the physique of a slightly leaner Michelangelo’s David. Right down to the pelvic V.

He had a deliciously hairy chest, densely furred, beautiful bronze muscles. He was like toasted almonds. He was so hard and burnished, such a contrast to my soft white flesh. His skin was hot to the touch.

He laid me back on his back and crouched before me, licking my pussy just the way I like it - soft, fast, thrumming. He got me all wet and juicy, then stuck a finger inside.

Then he murmured, “Turn around, I want to eat you from behind.”

FUCK

I eagerly complied, and he buried his nose in my ass and licked up and down on my snatch hungrily.

I was SO curious about his cock,  I figured that with his confidence, he had to be well hung.

Mmm, I got myself an uncut one, ladies! His cock was long and silky and hard. I licked and sucked it, and it drooled pre-cum.

After a bit he reached for a condom, and I pulled away so he could put it on. I assumed the position, doggystyle, and he slid right in, deep inside me. He fucked me so good, started off slow and then picked up the pace. He tapped my cervix in a way that if I hadn’t been so turned on, it would have hurt. Instead it felt delicious, like pushing a big ripe button over and over. He pushed my head into his bedclothes, which smelled like man… I came.

I loved the noises he made. Occasionally he would tell me how sexy I am, and it made me shiver. Suddenly he pulled out of me, yanked off the condom, and pulled my head around to suck his cock again.  I obliged, and my mouth went numb with the spermicide. He fucked my face good, then finally came with a deep, guttural extended growl. He dumped his load in my mouth, the first shot went right down my throat, then I was left with a mouthful of boy juice.

I SAY that I only swallow the ones I love, and I certainly didn’t love this handsome near stranger, but

I’m turning into such a little cumslut

that I went ahead and gulped it down, looked up at him and smiled and gasped. He beamed down at me.

We flopped on the bed and calmed down. We talked and cuddled and things were really serene in the afterglow of the animal passion. I grabbed hold of his superb pelvic shelf and marveled at it. I said shyly, “You have a body like Michelangelo’s David.”

He smiled real big and all awshucks and said, “I’ve been told that before!” He looked down at himself with open wonder, then looked back up at me wide eyed and said, “I get this body from sex and from playing music.”

After a while I got up and started picking my clothes up off the floor. I got half dressed with the intention to take my leave when he suddenly came up behind me and started rubbing and grrr’ing on me again.

I purred, “Are you getting all 25 on my ass?”

He nodded and slyly grinned and then turned me around and laid me back on the bed. He ate me some more and sucked on my tits hard.

Then he grabbed another condom and climbed on top of me and speared me again.  I twisted away from him so that I was lying on my side, but he wouldn’t let me get away, he grabbed hold of me by my hip and plunged into me sideways and from behind. The angle and depth felt amazing, and it wasn’t long before he picked up speed and was in hypedrive, plowing into me like a blur. He sent me over the edge with a screaming big cat orgasm before he unleashed with another prolonged, savage growl.

He conquered the cougar.