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Thirty minutes later, Nick passes by August sitting on the couch watching TV as he heads for the front door.
“Where are you going?” she asks as he passes behind the couch.
“Home.”
“Micah didn’t ask you to stay?”
“She fell asleep a little while ago,” Nick says, the disappointment clear in his voice.
“Before or after you two fucked?” August asks.
“Kind of in the middle, actually,” Nick replies, laughing humorlessly under his breath.
“What does that mean?” August asks, turning to face him. She seems genuinely interested in the conversation for the first time.
“Well, I was giving it to her when you turned your music up and she just couldn’t take it. It annoyed her so much that she pushed me off of her and rolled over. She said she wasn’t in the mood anymore. Half an hour later she fell asleep. So I put my clothes back on and here I am.”
“So you actually got her back in the mood after I barged in on you two in the living room?”
Nick nods.
“Very impressive,” August says.
“I’m not gonna lie, it took some work.”
“I’m sure it did,” August said. “And you were actually fucking her before I screwed things up again?”
“Yep,” Nick says. “Which was a miracle in an of itself, after two months of trying.”
“So this was the first time you guys fucked?”
“It sure was,” Nick says.
August laughs and shakes her head. “Sorry,” she says. “I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just . . .”
“Don’t worry about it,” Nick says. “It’s pretty funny. Sad, but funny.” He reaches for the door.
“Hold up a minute,” August says before he can open the door.
Nick looks back as she climbs to her feet and starts walking over towards him. He can’t help but again notice how insanely hot she is, from her long blonde hair to her face to her rocking body, which is spilling out of her form-fitting dress. And the black mascara around her eyes combines with the bright red lipstick to give her a slutty look that turns him on like crazy.
August comes to a stop a few feet away from him. She’s taller than he realized. 5’9“ or so, just a couple inches shorter than he is.
Nick looks at her, waiting, wondering what this is all about. But she just stands there, not giving him any hint. She’s just looking him over, as though inspecting a piece of meat.
“What is it?” he finally says.
“I feel bad about what happened,” August replies, a little smirk playing on her lips.
“No you don’t,” Nick replies, smirking right back at her.
Her smirk turns into a full-blown smile. “You’re right. I don’t feel bad. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make things right.”
Nick tilts his head sideways. “How are you going to do that?”
“You’ll see,” August says. She grabs his hand and leads him back into the hallway.
“Where are we going?” Nick asks.
“Where do you think?” August says. “To my room, silly.”
Nick doesn’t know how to reply so he just keeps his mouth shut.
Once they’re inside her room, August tell Nick to sit down on the bed. He does so.
She locks the door behind them, then turns and walks towards Nick and stands over him, staring directly at him while he sits on the edge of her bed. His cock is already hard from anticipation and it’s growing harder the more he looks at August staring down at him.
“You locked the door,” Nick says. It’s partially a question and partially a statement.
“Well, we don’t want Micah barging in like I barged in on you two,” August says.
Nick tilts his head slightly. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“That depends,” she says.
“On what?”
“On what you think I’m saying.”
“Well, it sounds like you’re saying that what me and Micah were doing when you walked in is what you and I are going to be doing here pretty soon.”
“Then yeah,” August says. “I was saying what you think I was saying.”
“Oh,” Nick says, his cock now completely hard with anticipation.
“Is that okay with you?” August asks.
Nick nods.
“Are you sure?” August says, smirking at him once again. “Because you don’t really look like you’re sure.”
“I’m positive,” Nick says. “Things weren’t working out between Micah and I anyway. She’s not really my type.”
“Am I more your type?” August says.
Nick laughs. “Yeah, actually you are.”
“Or course I am,” August says. “I’m a hot blonde with a rockin’ body. I’m everybody’s type. Even if they won’t admit it.”
“Fair enough,” Nick says.
“So are you ready for me to finish what Micah started?”
Nick nods, then clears his throat and takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He doesn’t know what to do next. But August does.
She leans forward and gives him a shove, pushing him back onto the bed. As he lays there, on his back, she deftly undoes his pants and yanks them off, freeing up his cock, which is sticking straight up in the air.
“Well, that makes things easy,” August says. “It looks like Micah had you all wound up.”
“It wasn’t only Micah,” Nick says. “It was you too.”
“Well, duh,” August says. “I knew that. I was just trying to pretend like I was being modest.”
“Fair enough,” Nick says, laughing.
Without another word, August climbs onto the bed and grabs ahold of his cock. She licks the tip of it, then runs her tongue down the underside of his shaft.
“Huh,” she says, sounding somewhat surprised.
“What?” Nick asks.
“You actually did stick your cock inside Micah,” August says.
“I told you I did,” Nick says. “You didn’t believe me?”
August just shrugs.
“By the way,” Nick says. “How do you know it was Micah I fucked earlier and not someone else?”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve licked Micah’s pussy juices off someone else’s cock,” August says. “And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
Nick laughs under his breath and shakes his head. “You’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”
“You’d better believe it,” August says. And with that, she takes his cock between her bright red lips and starts blowing him proper.
She’s an expert cocksucker, constantly changing up the depth and intensity and speed in which she works Nick’s cock, keeping him on the edge without taking him too far while maintaining eye contact the entire time.
August blows Nick for a good two minutes before popping his cock out of her mouth and climbing atop him, straddling his hips. She doesn’t waste any time, pulling her dress up over her waist and yanking her panties to the side, freeing up her smoothly-shaved snatch. Then she grabs ahold of his cock and holds it in place as she drops her pussy atop it, sliding it inside her without even bothering to take her clothes off.
“Holy shit,” Nick says as August starts bouncing atop him, not bothering to take things slowly at all. It isn’t long before she’s dropping her entire weight onto him with every thrust, riding him like a drunk cowgirl, staring down at him intently while she fucks him.
August clearly means business. Her expression is one of intense concentration and focused intent. It’s obvious she has one goal in mind, and that’s to get herself off as quickly and as many times as possible.
Thanks to his earlier, aborted session with Micah, Nick is already pretty far along. He combats his desire to cum by reaching out and pulling the top of August’s dress down, unveiling her round, firm tits, then grabbing ahold of them and squeezing while she continues impaling herself on his cock.
“Harder,”
August says, speaking in a low, demanding tone. “Squeeze them harder.”
Nick does, squeezing them between his hands as hard as he can.
“That’s right,” August says, one her hands dropping down to rub her clit while she slams her body down onto Nick’s. “Just like that, just like that.”
August furiously works her clit while hammering her body down onto Nick’s cock while he smashes her tits between his hands. This goes on for a good thirty seconds before August cums in a rush, cursing under her breath and shaking and shimmying atop him while the orgasm flows through her.
As soon as it passes, August lifts herself up off of Nick’s cock and drops onto all fours on top of the bed. Looking over at Nick, she says, “Do you still have some more in you, big boy?”
“A little bit,” Nick says.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she says, smacking herself on the ass. “Come over here and fuck me doggy-style before it’s too late.”
Smiling, Nick climbs up onto his hands and knees and sidles up to August. Inserting himself between her legs, he grabs ahold of his cock and slaps it up against the underside of her pussy a couple of times, then slips the tip of it into her waiting snatch.
August immediately slams her ass backwards, bucking back against him, forcing his cock deep inside her pussy right from the get-go and nearly knocking him off-balance.
“Fuckin’ A,” he says, grabbing her hips and holding on for dear life as August pummels his cock with her perfect, tight little ass.
Just like before, August is all business, totally focused on the task at hand, completely serious. She isn’t making any noise except for heavy breathing and the occasional moan. She’s intent on getting what she wants out of Nick and nothing more. For some reason this turns him on like crazy.
Now that he’s regained his balance, Nick starts giving it to August just as hard as she’s giving it to him, slamming his hips forward to meet her ass as it pounds back into him, allowing him even deeper access to her insides.
Their bodies slam together a few more times before August flicks her head so her hair is lying atop her back, just begging to get pulled.
Nick knows he doesn’t have much time left before he’s ready to cum, so he decides to make the most of it, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking back on it, forcing August to arch her back to alleviate some of the pressure.
“Yeah, yeah,” August says, growling the words out. “Pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
Nick does just that, yanking back even further, forcing August to arch her spine more than ever, changing up the angle of penetration and allowing him deeper access to her insides than ever before.
“Goddammit,” Nick says, right at the point of cumming now.
August recognizes the tone of his voice. “Not yet,” she says, her voice still a demanding growl. “Don’t you dare fucking cum until I do again. Got it?”
Nick grunts out in agreement but doesn’t know if he can follow through. Due to all the craziness of the night he’s simply too far along to hold out for very much longer. Especially with how aggressively August is hammering away at his cock.
Luckily Nick doesn’t have to hold out for long. Fifteen seconds after August made her demands, she cums again, this time letting out a little scream as the orgasm flows through her. She shakes and shimmies for a few seconds, then turns her head so she can see Nick while he’s fucking her.
“Okay,” she says, her face still completely serious. It was impossible to tell from the looks of her that she’s cum twice in the last five minutes. “You can cum now. Just tell me when you’re ready. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Nick nods his head and goes back to fucking her, more intensely than he has all night long. A short time later, he’s ready.
“It’s time,” he says. “Here I fucking cum.”
Without saying another word, August spins around, forcing Nick’s cock out of her pussy, then drops to her stomach and starts blowing him, working the tip of his cock with her mouth while her hand jerks off his shaft.
She’s going to town on his cock, taking it almost completely down with every pump as wet, slurping sounds fill the room. It feels incredible.
Nick tries to hold on for as long as possible, to prolong the enjoyment, but he only lasts a few more seconds before an orgasm overwhelms his senses.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he says, warning August that he’s just about to cum.
But she ignores his warning, continuing to suck his cock just as intensely as ever.
Nick can’t hold out for a second longer. His body tenses up and then releases, sending sperm shooting out of his cock. August takes the first two blasts in her mouth, then pulls her lips off his cock but continues jerking him off, wearing his next three pops on her face.
She jerks him off until his cock is dry, then sucks on the tip one last time before relinquishing her hold on him.
“Well, did I make things right?” she asks, looking up at him with her cum-covered face.
“You sure as hell did,” Nick says, grinning stupidly.
“Good,” August says. “Now get dressed and get the hell out of here before Micah wakes up and sees what we’ve done. I don’t need to hear her complaining about this too.”
“Fair enough,” Nick says, laughing under his breath.
As he puts on his clothes and makes his way out of the house and towards the car, he reminisces on the night. It may not have gone as planned, but it had ended up being one hell of a fun ride.
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SEDUCED BY A COUGAR
SCOTTY DIGGLER
What do you remember more fondly? Average sex with a super-hot chick? Or super-hot sex with an average chick?
Most men, when they think of sexy women, prefer youth. The cute faces, the tight bodies, the smooth skin. Not me. I love mature women. Sure their asses are a little bigger, their bodies not quite as tight, their faces a little more worn, their tits sag a little more, but so what? The way I see it, passion and enthusiasm trumps all those things.
I mean, think about it, what kind of woman provides a more memorable experience?
A smoking hot young chick who just lies there like a dead fish?
Or the older freak who goes crazy on you in bed, no matter what she looks like?
I don’t know about you, but for me it’s not even close. I’ve been with my share of tight-bodied, firm-breasted, natural 18-year beauties, and even the best ones in the sack don’t compare to the average 35-year old housewife I’ve spent time in bed with.
Now, maybe I’ve just been very unlucky with the younger girls and extremely fortunate with the older ones but I don’t think so. The numbers just don’t bear it out. And discussions with other men who’ve experienced the same thing as me are far more prevalent than other way around.
Of course, there are always those absolute freaks of nature; women that are young, gorgeous, and uninhibited in bed, but they are very few and extremely far between. If you’ve got yourself a woman like that, by all means hold on to her with everything you’ve got. But for the rest of you I have a little advice:
Stop trolling the bars and start trolling the neighborhood.
Trust me.
You’ll be very happy with the results.
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Like most men, I’ve had my share of failed relationships over the years—numerous fuck-buddies, the occasional girlfriend and even an ex-wife—but a few years ago I was one of my single times. I hadn’t sworn off women, but I certainly wasn’t going around actively looking to hook up with one. It just wasn’t something I felt like dealing with right then.
Sports, pizza, beer, golf, poker, going out with the guys, those were the sort of things I was focusing on at the time. I wanted to enjoy myself without having to worry about who I was waking up next to, the late-night phone calls, the awkward conversations, those sorts of things.
Life was good, if a little bit empty. But that was fine. I was having a good
time, doing enough things to avoid dwelling on my lack of a woman (or even a series of women) in my life. I was happy enough living the solitary life. Or so I thought. Looking back, I was missing that one crucial element. Excitement.
Until I met Eva.
I first saw her at a popular lunch spot downtown. I was eating alone, as usual, just trying to make it through another day of work, when she sat down at the table across from mine.
Although quite attractive, Eva he wasn’t the type of woman I’d normally look twice at. She was a good ten years older than me—mid thirties, at least—and dressed like a businesswoman. She was just about my height and extremely well put together. Not completely natural but no too much makeup either and she sure didn’t seem to be trying to hide her years. She was the kind of woman I looked at once, admired from afar for a few seconds, then didn’t think about again. It’s not that I didn’t think older women were attractive back then, it’s just that they didn’t really show up on my radar in any meaningful way.
Thankfully, I showed up on hers.
I was almost finished with my lunch when she caught me eye and flashed me a wry smile. I smiled back, just to be polite, and much to my surprise, just like that, she stood up and started walking towards me.
“Hey there,” Eva said. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I said, somewhat apprehensively. I was desperately trying to figure out if I already knew her from somewhere, figuring that was the only reason she’d be sitting down with me, but I couldn’t place her.
“You look confused,” Eva said.
“Well, I sort of am,” I replied, taking a sip from my drink.
“Why’s that?” she said. “Haven’t you ever been hit on by an older woman before?”
My drink caught in my throat and I coughed some of it onto the table. Eva just smiled ruefully.
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