Cougar Town Cock Fest

"Cougar Town Cock Fest"

by J.D. Savanyu

A perfect Saturday afternoon in sunny Florida. Fancy yachts swayed gently in the Gulfhaven harbor, waiting for their rich owners to take another booze cruise with random bimbos. Meanwhile along the boardwalk, the annual Chicken Festival was in full swing. Dozens of prize hens and roosters were being judged on a grandstand by men in cheesy Victorian costumes, like the Groundhog Day Festival in Punxatawney. Various local merchants hawked their wares in nearby tents, including a trio of sexy milfs. Selling an overpriced local wine brand with their feminine wiles.

"Damn, this cock fest is boring as hell," grunted Jules Cobb. That hot brunette real estate agent took another sip from "Big Carl," an oversized novelty glass full of Kissimmee Ruby Port.

"You got that right, honey," grunted Ellie Torres, Jules' feisty redhead next-door neighbor. "It's also demeaning to the chickens. We should judge them on the content of their character, not the color of their plumage."

"Cock lives matter!" giggled Laurie Keller, Jules' fun-loving blonde assistant.

"Buffalo wings matter more to

me

," Jules retorted. She took another sip of wine, gazing longingly at a big yacht in the harbor. "This festival harkens back to the 1600's, when lots of pirates hung out in Gulfhaven. They got shit-faced on rum, then they gambled on cock fights and hammered some harlots."

"Arrrr, matey!" Laurie uttered playfully. "This town was full of pirates and whores, and now it's full of tax-dodging New Yorkers."

"I haven't gotten laid in almost three months, so even a dirty murderous buccaneer sounds tempting."

"Three

months

?" Laurie gaped. "A hot fucking milf like you?"

"Yeah, it's hard to believe. Maybe my standards are too high."

"Maybe you're not drinking enough wine," Ellie intoned. "This stuff is like love lube, really greasing the wheels down there."

"I'm drinking

more

wine, but getting

less

dick. Defying a basic law of sexual physics."

"I'm not getting much action either lately," Laurie murmured.

"That makes three of us," Ellie grunted. "When I hit the big four-oh, it was like crashing a Ferrari right into a dump truck."

"Let's face it, we're not spring chickens anymore," Jules sighed.

"So what? Now we're summer

cougars,

" Laurie proclaimed.

"Hell yeah, blondie. Hear me roar!" Ellie cheered.

"Speaking of chickens... look over

there

," Laurie beamed, pointing toward three handsome twenty-something men in sharp leisure suits.

"Nice cocks, boys!" Ellie called out, pointing at the three prize birds they held in portable cages.

"Thank you, ma'am," the tallest guy beamed, admiring Ellie's ginger beauty. "This is Esmerelda, a champion Bantam."

"This is JoJo, a two-time champion Cochin," the shortest guy followed.

"And this is Claire, a lovely triple crown Silkie," the medium guy said. "But not as lovely as you, honey," he uttered toward Jules.

"Aw, you're too kind," Jules snickered.

"Say, you fellas look thirsty," Laurie chimed in. "How about a free sample of Kissimmee Ruby Port?"

"That's a real catchy name. Sure, we'll try some."

She uncorked a cold bottle and poured it into three shot glasses. The shortest man took a long delicate sip.

"Mmm, that's a high quality port. Soft texture and rich flavor, with classic hints of sweet raisin, maraschino cherry and all-spice."

"Really?

All-

spice?" Ellie chortled.

"No, I'm just pulling your chain. Every wine in the world tastes the same, no matter the price tag. Welch's grape juice gone bad."

"You got that right," his friend laughed. "We're wealth management advisors at Randall & Cobb, getting rich off tax-dodging yankees like Donald Trump. We have pet chickens at home to take our minds off the rat race."

"I have a pet pussy," Jules giggled. "Little Sparkle Fluffy Princess."

"Hell of a name for a cat," he replied awkwardly. "I'm Joe, by the way. That's Craig, and that's Larry."

"You guys are just my type," Jules beamed while shaking their strong manly hands. "Like those modern fairy tale hunks in Hallmark movies."

"I don't have a gilded chariot with six white horses, but I

do

own a kick-ass yacht. The blue and white one at the end of the pier," Craig said, pointing toward a big bobbing boat.

"I wish I could take that baby for a spin in the shiny gulf," Laurie beamed.

"That can be arranged," Larry replied with a sly grin.

"It

can

?"

"Sure. Why don't you ladies join us here tomorrow at two o'clock, for a three-hour tour?"

"Hell yeah, Larry. We cougars can still rock a string bikini on the starboard bow."

"Awesome. In the meantime, we'll buy some Kissimmee Ruby port. There's a big recession going on, and we need a little pick-me-up with our pet cocks."

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Next afternoon, those highly photogenic milfs left their drab lonely houses on Banyan Boulevard and marched down to the Gulfhaven pier, wearing sexier summer dresses. The chicken festival was wrapping up nearby, with a reggae band jammin' a grand finale on the grandstand.

"This boat party's gonna

rock

," Laurie beamed, tossing her radiant golden hair.

"Forget that stupid cock fest. We got our own private sausage fest," Ellie remarked.

They hustled over to the biggest yacht at the end of the dock. Craig, Larry and Joe greeted them with big smiles and friendly waves.

"Ahoy, you cougar cuties!" Craig chuckled.

"We're no meager mountain lions," Ellie replied playfully. "We're savage pussy pirates, raiding your ship and pillaging your booty!"

The ladies pranced onto the spacious deck of the yacht. They took off their dresses, revealing three skimpy bikinis on aerobicized bods.

"Damn, girls. Forty sure

is

the new twenty!" Larry remarked.

"Lots of hot yoga and hot Florida sunshine. That's our little secret," Jules replied.

"And no husbands or kids to drain our life force," Laurie snickered.

"Let's get this Jolly Roger on the high seas," Ellie beamed. "I know you crazy stock bros love living in the fast lane."

"Hell yeah, Jules. This yacht has more horsepower than Warren Buffet's FAANG portfolio."

Joe untied the moorings from the dock, then he stepped behind a steering wheel, guided the boat slowly out of the harbor, and punched it up to high gear. The stiff salty breeze felt so good on their sun-drenched bodies.

"Yee-haw, ride 'em cowboy!" Ellie cheered. She cracked open a bottle of red wine and watched the waterfront condo towers of Gulfhaven fade to insignificant Lego blocks on the horizon.

"I love the sense of serenity I get out here in the gulf, far from the madding crowd," Joe mused.

"Totally," Craig agreed, taking a pensive sip of Kissimmee Ruby Port. "It gets really stressful at the investment firm, with everyone scheming against everyone, messing around with other people's money. These gently rolling waves remind me to stop and smell the roses."

"A few fleeting hours of aquatic nirvana; escaping from a maelstrom of capitalism," Larry murmured.

"You know what

else

a big yacht is good for?" Laurie uttered slyly.

"Fishing?" Joe replied.

"Well, yeah, but something a lot more...

fun

."

"Fucking?"

"Bingo, baby."

"I love watching boat orgies on XNXX, but I never got around to trying the real thing," Craig said awkwardly.

"Fuck XNXX," Ellie grunted. "Real X is a lot more X-ey."

"Is that

so

, ginger?" Craig chuckled. "Sounds like you ladies have been around the block a few times... so why don't you give us a little 'hands-on lesson?'"

"We'll give you a

mouth-on

lesson, darling."

Ellie dropped right to her knees on the deck, and fished a big rod out of his leisure pants. She jammed it deep in her mouth, gagging right away.

"Ooooh

shit

," Craig groaned toward a pure blue sky. "Choke on that big dick, you hot fucking redhead."

She rocked her head up and down at a steady clip, slurping, gagging and moaning with her dainty right hand massaging the first few inches of his thick veiny shaft.

"Get over here, blondie," Larry grunted. "I love cougar bitches like you, with

attitude.

"

"This kitty's got

claws,

and she's not afraid to use 'em."

She ripped off her bikini and pounced like a puma. Deep-throating him loudly and messily. Meanwhile, Jules stripped down to her birthday suit, grinning wryly.

"Well, Joe, I guess you'll have to settle for the bossy brunette."

"

I'm

your head honcho, baby," Joe grunted. He grabbed her ass and shoved her down on her knees, making her giggle girlishly. She grabbed his big cock, lubricated it with plenty of spit, and gobbled it up.

"Damn, bitch," Joe groaned. "That's a great word-of-mouth stock tip."

Jules giggled with a mouthful, then she reached down between her legs and worked her clit in slow circles. Savoring every moment of this wild sex cruise, with seagulls squawking overhead.

"Arr, mateys! Hot six-way action on the high seas," Craig remarked while getting his ballsack slobbered by Ellie's plump lipsticked lips.

"These bitches are better than bitcoin," Larry added.

"More bang for your buck, tax-free and untraceable," Joe mused. "I wanna fuck the shit out of these fungible sluts."

"Hell yeah, boy. I wanna be your

dog

," Laurie growled. She went over to the edge of the yacht and bent over with her hands braced against the white railing, wiggling her fine heart-shaped ass. Her wet pink cunt winked out adorably. "Slam your pet cock up my cougar pussy!"

"Yes, ma'am," Joe chuckled. He grabbed her glutes and rammed his rod all the way up her tight twat, making her shriek toward the distant shore. Pussy-pounding her with white-collar aggression.

"Oh fuck, just like that! Fast and furious, like a fucking Ferrari."

The other cougars assumed the same position on either side. Craig and Larry fucked them just as hard, smacking their firm yoga butts.

"That's right, spank my naughty ass," Jules groaned. "I'm still the class clown, Alex Keaton."

That painfully dated reference went right over his twenty-something head. Those three Florida Wall Street Wolves growled like alpha males. Breaking a nice sweat on the hot humid Gulf of America.

"All this hard fucking is making me thirsty," Joe remarked. "I'm gonna drink wine right off your tits."

He lifted Ellie off the railing and draped her slender body face-up on a bench in the middle of the yacht. Then he grabbed a bottle of Kissimmee Ruby Port from a cooler, opened it with a corkscrew, and splashed it on her bare perky 36C's.

"Holy shit, that's cold!" she squealed delightfully. Overpriced fermented grape juice streamed down to her throbbing vagina, framed by a shock of red pubic hair. Joe licked it off her large pointy pink nipples, making her squeal some more.

"You love that, you freaky fucking redhead."

"Keep pouring that sugar on me, you sleazy stock bro!"

He splashed another cold round right on her clit, then he licked it off enthusiastically, driving her crazier. Laurie and Jules lay down nearby and got the same cold treatment from Larry and Craig. Lapping that cherry-hinted wine off their hot tits and twats.

"That port really hits the spot," Jules groaned. "Let me suck it off

your

port!"

"You're my guest on this yacht, so you call the shots," Craig snickered. She got down on her knees and drenched his long dong with red wine. He laughed and groaned simultaneously with the frigid stinging sensation.

"This nine inch nail is way better than Big Carl," Jules quipped. She sucked his massive alcoholic manhood, moaning loudly. He squeezed her juicy 32C's with both hands. Larry grabbed Laurie's huge wet hooters and slid his huge dick right between, titty-fucking that cougar so good.

"You're like a hotter version of Courtney Cox," Craig growled to Jules.

"Fuck Friends, and fuck Cox," she growled back.

"Fuck

our

cocks

,

bitch."

"Fuck yeah. Get your asses down on the deck."

Craig lay down on the smooth white yacht deck, putting his hands behind his head with a devilish smirk on his Zuckerberg-esque face. Larry and Joe parked their asses right next to his. Three cute cocks pointing straight up, glistening gloriously in the Florida sunshine.

"Hot damn!" Laurie cheered. "That's what I call 'spring chickens.'"

Jules straddled Larry's pasty thighs and slid his schlong up her tight snatch, moaning triumphantly. Bouncing her big boobies round and round, round and round. Ellie mounted Joe, and Laurie straddled Craig. Riding those stock jockeys like drunk rednecks on mechanical bulls.

"Yee-

hah

!" Laurie cheered. "You really get my motor running."

"Harder, blondie!" Craig growled, smacking her ass with authority.

"Your dick feels

sooo

good, so deep in my twat!" Ellie groaned throatily. Joe spanked her tight ass even harder.

"Lock that pussy up, ginger. Gimme

more

!" he ordered sternly. She arched her back sharply, pounding her g-spot over and over. Meanwhile, Jules jackhammered her busty body in a wild blur.

"Oh shit, oh shit, shit-shit-SHIIIT!" she screamed, with no one else around to hear on the glimmering gulf. "I'm gonna

break

your big dick in my tight cougar pussy!"

"Wildcat formation, bitch," Larry grunted. "Blitz the quarterback!"

Three wine-loving milfs kept bouncing up and down on the starboard bow, recapturing a bit of their lost youth while getting spanked silly. Their hot white asses turned beet-red, and they soon passed the point of no return. Climaxing loudly and simultaneously, squirting buckets on the starboard bow.

"Ohmigodohmigod,

ooooohhhh FUUUUUUUUCK

!" Laurie shrieked.

"Ahhhhhyyyyy

eeeessssss!

" Ellie groaned gutturally.

"Fuck it, fuck it, ooooWAAAAAA-HA-HAAAAA!" Jules shrieked louder. The seagulls squawked in frantic harmony, amplifying their orgasmic fury. The cougars finally sputtered to a halt on the deck; savoring a heavy afterglow in the humid sea air. Soaked from head to toe with sweat and lady jizz, completely exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.

"It's payday, you Wall Street pirates. Give us some nice big money shots!" Ellie beamed.

"I'm so hot and thirsty. Blow your wads in our wine," Jules ordered.

"Hell yeah. An old-fashioned spunk cocktail," Laurie giggled.

They grabbed the ice-cold bottle of Kissimmee Ruby Port and filled three glasses. Then they grabbed those fine young cocks and jerked away, aiming their fat mushroom tips toward the rich red brew.

"Oh gah, oh gah, ooooooWWWAAAAAH!"

"

Hoo-wah

!

Hoo-wah

!

Hoooo-waaaaa-yaaaa

!"

"JuuuuuuhhhfffUUUUUUUUHHH!"

Thick white splooge kept spurting and spurting into that cool red port. Floating on the surface like hot icebergs. The cougars kept jerking till their glands were dry, grinning all the while.

"Good boy!" Ellie cooed to Joe. "A nice big return on my investment."

They grabbed some small plastic hors d'ouevre spoons and blended their semen cocktails, turning the wine from ruby red to pink.

"That's my favorite color," Jules snickered. "Pink wine for a fine lady."

They raised the glasses to their lips and savored the naughty flavor.

"Mmm,

yummy,

" Ellie murmured.

"All that cum gives it a nice milky taste, cutting the burn," Jules added.

"Like a grape cumsicle with twelve percent alcohol," Laurie remarked. Meanwhile, the men moaned softly in catatonic stupors, with their dicks slowly shriveling.

"That yacht orgy was fucking awesome," Jules beamed. "We should totally do it again sometime."

"No doubt, Courtney. I mean, Jules," Craig murmured dreamily.

"Let's take this baby out for another wild spin next Saturday. Weather permitting," Larry chortled.

"If it's raining out, we can have an indoor sex party at my house on Palm Boulevard," Joe replied. "It gets real lonely there, with only my pet chickens to keep me company."

"Buck-buck-buck, buck-ba

-gaaaaw

!" Ellie crowed playfully. She took another sip of sploogy Kissimmee while stroking his flaccid manhood, quickly restoring it to a full ten inches.

"I should tie a blue ribbon around

this

prize cock."