I Became A Cougar Ch 02

In the first chapter, after I caught my husband cheating on me with a much younger girl, I divorced him. One day I went to a bar near the university and met a college student. He was attractive and interesting. We went to a movie together, ending the evening in bed. Sex with him was excellent.

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In the morning, I woke up feeling great. It was 8 am on a Sunday, and my body was charged like never in more than a year. I stretched in bed and looked to my left; Mike was still asleep on his back with his legs spread, and the blanket was on the floor. His shorts tented up with a massive woodie. I grinned: My boy-toy's sexual appetite was insatiable. I went to the bathroom and started taking a hot shower. As I soaped my body facing the wall, I heard the door open. Did Mike come to pee? I didn't have to wait for long; his hands cupped my large breasts from behind, and his erection nestled in my crack. He whispered in my ear, "Moira, watching the drops hitting your sexy figure is a very erotic sight. And when you soap your body, your tits bounce, mesmerizing me. Any idea what should we do about it?"

I continued soaping and mumbled, "Your hard dick between my ass cheeks feels good. I am sure you'll find a solution to your issue without needing an answer from me."

"I'd love to fuck your gorgeous body right here in the tub."

"If you make sure we do not slip, I am all for it."

While the hot water kept pouring from above, he pushed me gently to lean on the ceramic wall, spread my legs, and his fingers trailed gently along my perineum. It felt wonderful: Tender and sensual. I closed my eyes and remembered his animalistic ravaging of my body last evening. My arousal was building fast. I purred with delight.

He blurted, "Honey, it seems your wetness is more oily than watery. This morning I am not in the mood to have sex with a respectable lady. I feel like screwing a cheap slut. Will you be my slut?"

I murmured, "Darling, your touch makes me very horny. Right now I feel very slutty..."

"Excellent," and then his enormous palms started kneading my sensitive nipples. His hands roughed my tits as his raging tool found my snatch and advanced inside. It felt very thick and long. Soon it impaled me and shortly after, he began plowing my pussy like there was no tomorrow.

I thought to myself, 'This young bull is unbelievably strong! The pleasure I am getting from him is amazing.' within a couple of minutes I came, crying like a baby. I was shaking wildly, scared I'd slide and fall, but his body clung to mine and held me securely. Mike lasted longer than expected. In the meantime, I climaxed 3 times. After what felt like a year, his breathing accelerated, and his pole jerked in my cunt, erupting nonstop for a full minute.

When he was done, he pulled out, hugged my tummy, and said, "Sorry, but watching your beautiful naked body affects me like showing a red flag to a bull. I cannot resist the urge to conquer it..."

I grinned, "I forgive you. Let's dry up and have breakfast."

...

In the days that followed, Mike spent all his free time with me. He went to his class in the morning and returned in the afternoon craving my body. Sometimes I pretended I was not in the mood, but the fact was I was as hungry for his strong body as he was, perhaps even more.

People say women's peak libido occurs when they are their 40s. Well, it definitely was true about me. I loved his infinite stamina, using my body relentlessly, sending me to heights I had never been before. Despite knowing I climaxed at least twice in each encounter, he continued apologizing for roughing my body. Deep down I laughed at it; he was too young and naive to grasp the immense satisfaction he was giving me.

Two evenings on weekdays and at least once on the weekend we left the house to a restaurant, movie, or a concert. In every place, within 15 minutes, his hands started fondling me. His constant craving for my body was reassuring, especially after Allen's cheating. I loved to feel attractive and sexy in my 40s!

One day, Mike returned home with a strange expression on his face. It was apparent something was different. I went to the kitchen to finish making our dinner and asked, "What is it?"

He hesitated for a while and then blurted, "I just got a letter from Stanford. I got accepted..."

"Honey, that is great! Stanford is one of the best universities in the country. We need to celebrate it."

"But it means I'll move to the west coast. Will you move there with me?"

"Honey, I would have loved to join you there, but everything I know is here: My home, my relatives, and my friends."

"So how would I see you?"

"I don't know when and how often you'll find time to visit me here. Occasionally, I may go to San Francisco as well."

"That is so unfair; I love you."

"Honey, I am also fond of you. Let's think about it. We have almost 2 months until you have to leave."

"Moira, it reminds me. We have our end-of-the-year party next weekend. It's only for the students and their mates. The official graduation party will be another time. Will you come with me?"

"Mikey, are you sure you want me to join you? Every student will bring a young girl to the party. They'll think you brought your elderly mother..."

"Don't be silly. I told you you look much younger than your chronological age, and you are more beautiful than the other ladies."

"If you insist, I'll do it, but don't complain to me if your classmates mock you for dating an oldie."

He smiled, "You are funny; everybody will fall in love with you."

"How would you like me to dress up for a college party?"

"Moira, you can wear whatever you wish, but MY preference is to show everybody how gorgeous and sexy my girl is."

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Saturday afternoon I debated what to wear for Mike's party. The logical decision should have been whatever would be appropriate for my age. However, it was clear Mike wanted to show me off and be proud of me as his girl and not his older relative. He wanted me to look sexy.

In the end, I told myself nobody there knew me, so even if I looked ridiculous, 3 hours later, I would be far away.

I wore a short green dress that exposed a generous cleavage. The problem was that the signs of each piece of underwear were clearly visible under the tight dress. Should I change the dress to another one? The green color complemented beautifully my green eyes and was more impressive than the black or red ones I had in my closet. I sipped a glass of Chardonnay and decided against changing it and skipped both the panties and the bra... I wore my matching 3" heel green shoes and liked the way my figure appeared in the mirror. I added a touch of makeup and glossy red lipstick and was ready.

I sat down and finished the wine. Mike arrived short time later. I opened the door and let him inspect me before leaving my house. His eyes pierced me and he blurted, "Honey, you are lucky I promised my friends to be there soon. You look breathtaking. Right now I would love to devour your out-of-this-world body..."

I grinned, "It's the first time I see you with a jacket on; you look very handsome. Thank you for the compliment, darling. I wasn't sure you'd approve of my attire. Isn't it a bit too much?"

"Are you kidding? You are dressed to kill. Everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, will be jealous of me. Let's go."

The drive took half an hour. We arrived at a gated mansion. After checking Mike's credentials, the guard let us in, and we parked in front of the huge house.

I said, "I thought it would be in a banquet hall. This looks like an oligarch's house."

He smiled, "It belongs to Fred's family. His father is a Rockefeller, and his mother is a Heinz."

We entered and saw that 15 couples were already there. I was introduced to Fred. He was a tall, polite guy who welcomed me with a kiss of my hand and mumbled, "Mike told me you were beautiful. I'd say it was an understatement."

I smiled, "Thank you, sir. Your house is amazing."

He said, "It was owned by a baron before. He went bankrupt and sold it to my father who renovated it, and now it's much more modern."

Next, Mike led me to meet his friends. As we approached them, all eyes were on me. I blushed, and Mike said, "Hi everybody, this is my lady, Moira." Then he turned to me, "Honey, these are the guys who pretend to be my friends. This is Joe. He is on the swim team with me, and by his side is his girl, Lana. The other 3 are Jerome, Bob, and Lance with their mates. My other buddies will be here soon." I smiled and said hello.

Mike pulled me to one of the corners, where a table with alcoholic drinks was placed. There was a large bowl filled to the rim with purple-colored cocktail. Mike poured glasses for both of us, and we joined his friends again. The guys chatted about school stuff while frequently staring at me, and the girls stood quietly by their guys and now and then inspected my clothes.

It was obvious I became the main attraction. Fortunately, shortly after, a band began playing soft music, and Fred announced, "Guys, let's get in the mood with some dancing."

The first dance was a shake. Three couples showed their stuff jerking around. I sipped my sweet alcohol and watched them. The second song was an old, slow one 'Time After Time' by Cyndi Lauper. Mike grabbed my hand and pulled me on the dancing floor. We started dancing, and Mike whispered in my ear, "Moira, every eye is focused on you. You look terrific. Don't be surprised if later, other people would invite you to dance with them." He hugged me tight, and we moved around. I felt good in his arms, and closed my eyes.

We were on the floor for 2 dances before being interrupted by a deep voice, "Lady, may I have the next dance, please?"

Mike introduced us, "This is Malcolm. He is on our basketball team. I like him but I'll never admit it."

I gazed at the guy. He was very tall, I'd say about 6'7", and very black. His smile was cute. I smiled back, "You are very big. If you promise not to hurt me, I'll dance with you."

He chuckled, "Ma'am, I wouldn't dream of hurting a fly. You are too gorgeous to do anything but admire you."

"OK Malcolm, lead on."

The music was still slow and the guy hugged me gently in his massive hands. I liked his smell: It was the same Bulgari that Allen used in our first year together... I sniffed his clothes. He noticed it and inquired, "Are you trying to guess what cologne I use?"

"Isn't it Bulgari for men? I like it."

He seemed surprised, "Moira, you are the first girl who recognizes it. You have a good taste."

I grinned and glanced up at his face, "Malcolm, do you realize you are not complimenting me but yourself?"

He hesitated and then whispered, "You are not just beautiful on the outside. You are sharp, and I like you."

I giggled, "You don't know me. I am a bitch when I feel like it."

He hugged me tighter and said, "I don't doubt it. Red-head girls are known to be emotional at times, but this is part of their charm. I can't stop looking at you; your beauty is stunning, and your figure is like no other in the room."

"Malcolm, are you flirting with me?"

"I'd love to do it, but I understand you date Mike, and he is a good friend. However, if at any time you two decide to split, I'd be happy if you give me a chance."

I gazed into his dark eyes. He was serious. I leaned my head on his broad chest, and we continued dancing. I felt my ample tits press against his thin shirt. His potent smell, large muscles, and soft touch had an unintended effect: I felt the wetness between my legs... I was happy he couldn't see it and hoped he couldn't smell it, after all, I was going commando...

All of a sudden, I felt something hard growing between us. I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Is it what I think it is?"

"Yes lady. Feeling your breasts and smelling you aroused me like never before. I am sorry about it, and when this song is over, I'll let you go back to Mike."

I mumbled, "You don't have to. What just happened is your first compliment to ME."

He laughed but didn't say a word. When the band finished the song we separated, not before he repeated, "Moira, remember my name, Malcolm Johnson. If you ever feel like talking, or better, meeting me, I think I am already in love... Please don't tell Mike I said that."

I stared at his dark, manly face and mumbled, "I won't."

I returned to Mike. He was chatting with his classmates. He hugged my shoulder and asked, "Did you like Malcolm? He is genuinely a good guy. He helps everybody all the time. He is good looking, and we wonder how come we never see him with a girlfriend. He may be gay."

Well, he may be the only gay guy I knew, who got an impressive erection touching me...

In the next half an hour, Mike and I had a few more alcoholic drinks. We noticed the atmosphere changed quite a bit: Several couples disappeared, and others fondled each other. Mike whispered to me, "Let me show you the nice parts of Fred's house." He pulled me down the hall into a dark room far from the crowd. He closed the door behind him, turned on the lights and said, "Look around."

In the middle of the room was a fancy round bed, and the walls had large mirrors. I could visualize us from all angles.

I asked Mike, "Is this room intended for sexual fun?"

He giggled, "Fred's father built this room during their honeymoon. Fred was conceived on this bed."

The wine rushed to my head. I posed seductively, "Don't tell me you brought me here to fuck me."

"Honey, please..."

"Mike, is it safe here? Nobody can enter?"

"I locked the only door to the room."

We undressed in a hurry. By the time he was naked, his tool was already pointing to the ceiling. My cunt was damp as well. I made him lay on his back, straddled him, and gently sat on his stiff cock. I began riding him, watching myself in one of the mirrors.

Mike's eyes concentrated on my swaying tits. The wild idea of fucking on somebody else's bed made me horny. Feeling Mike's thick pole pounding my pussy while his eyes glued to my fat girls took me over the edge in a hurry. I galloped on his erect cock for several minutes before I started quivering and whimpering. He held me in his strong arms and rammed his organ into me relentlessly. As my orgasm was about to peak, suddenly Malcolm's face floated before my eyes. I remembered his hardness poking me and came with a loud scream. It must have been too loud, because the next thing I remember was Mike sticking his thumb in my mouth to muffle my noise. He lasted few more minutes and then drowned my womb with a stream of slimy goo.

We rested for 5 minutes, then dressed up, and rushed back to the main room. I looked around. Like before, several men ogled my chest. Next, I saw Malcolm standing in the corner. He eyed me with a smile that told me he knew what Mike and I just did, and then he showed me a thumbs up sign. I smiled back and moved my lips saying 'thank you.'

We left the party soon after.

...

Mike and I continued our relationship but knew our time together was to end in 2 months. We spent our time in bed at every opportunity. He continued being insatiable, and to be frank, so was I. Sex was great. Sleep, sex, meal, sex, bathroom, sex, sleeping again.

On our last day, Mike had tears in his eyes, "Moira, I love you. I hope one day you'll join me in California." I went with him to the airport. He kissed me, and said, "Remember that I really love you. By the way, I met Malcolm the other day and told him I was leaving for Stanford. He asked me to give you his phone number, because he needed you to create his new web page."