Sometimes we find ourselves reflecting on our lives and what direction we are taking. My life has ended up in a place I never would have imagined. In my forties and divorced but with a successful business to run. I was hurt deeply by my foolish husband leaving me for another, younger woman. I didn't expect what happened next and it wasn't planned.
But I did something crazy and took a younger male to my bed. He was much younger -- young enough to be my son. His name was Ryan and his desire thrilled me.
It was wonderful to relive my younger days. The days in university when it seemed like our young hormones were taking control and sex was always in the air. Back then I rarely felt in control. I was shy and unsure and the boys always seemed so clumsy but too eager to wait. They seemed to know what they wanted and mostly I let them take the lead.
Ryan was so perfect. He was happy to let me have my way. He let me teach him. Unlike my own youth, he let me have control and guide him. And he was so happy to be getting regular sex that he was always attentive to my needs. His penis, young and powerful, seemed so perfect. The fact he could get hard three times in a night was more than I could have asked for. That's what young men can do, though. I had almost forgotten how exciting they are. Suddenly I realised I could have those boys again.
Now I am experienced. I am in control. I can choose which of these young men I take to my bed. I get what I want. I teach them how to pleasure a woman. And my young men are so grateful to a woman who wants them for sex on a regular basis - something their girlfriends rarely provide.
In return I get to enjoy their young, throbbing dicks and to indulge in many pleasures I could never have asked for back then.
I am wicked and slutty. I am a cougar -- whatever you might think of that name and the way a woman like me behaves. Its only natural, I think. A woman's sexual peak occurs much later than a male's. That's what I have been experiencing -- my sexual peak and all the desires and needs that come with that. And my young men are only too happy to oblige me. After all, I have kept myself in great shape. I had my boobs fixed so they are firm and bouncy at an almost C-cup size. I visit the gym regularly to keep my butt and my legs toned and shapely.
The risks from indulging my secret pleasures are real. I always fear being found out or exposed publicly. But the thrill of my boys, and the excitement of finding new dicks, is something I cannot live without. I value that freedom so much. Which is how I came to be juggling two boys, Clayton and Brady. Not for the first time, I had not one but two sexy young men who were eager to come to my bed. What a way to fill up my week.
That was a strange period in some ways. I learned a lot about myself over those few weeks. There were surprises. Some of it I learned thanks to my lovely Clayton and my exciting new boy, Brady. I don't think a woman my age can often learn much from such young men. But they are both fine boys, which is why I chose them. And each in his own way, and without realising it, gave me some very special insights.
I had made Clayton wait till he could see me again. In one way it was not so difficult as he is spending more and more time with Sara. I wonder if I will ever get to meet her. She visits his home quite regularly but I've so far managed to avoid being there at the same time. Its not my jealousy that I'm worried about but its hard to control myself when I'm next to my sweet Clayton. And that made it feel really hard to have to wait for the next Saturday morning when he could some to my new apartment.
When I opened the door I was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt. I wanted him to know how badly I needed him. Clayton got the message. Or perhaps he felt the same way. He was undressed before we got to my bed. I let him put his arms around me and I remember one of his hands squeezing my bum. And his lovely penis was hard for me, standing up nice and straight. I wrapped my hand around it as he leaned in to kiss me.
There was no waiting. Clayton swiftly pulled the t-shirt up and over my head. My nice, firm boobs bounced just a little for him. That made me even more aroused. Only a woman can know the joy of being so relaxed about her body and pleased to show it to her lover. And Clayton knows it so well now, how and where to touch me.
I wanted to show my young man how much I treasure him and his dick. So I went to my knees and straight away took it in my mouth. I wasn't trying to make up for Brady. Maybe I was just feeling a little slutty -- in a good way. But I wanted him in my mouth and that's what I did. He was hard and warm. I knew he would be because that's how boys are at that age. I swear I felt him throb as I closed my lips around him.
"Oh, Maria," he groaned softly as I took the first few inches of his shaft.
He was softly stroking my hair as I slowly, gently, sucked him. I heard him moan again. I know that even his Sara can't do for Clayton what I can do. He is older now, more experienced. But still I can make his manly cock swell and throb. He was making my vag so hot and wet.
Soon I wanted more. I rose to my feet, letting my hand slip down to cradle his balls. I smiled as I felt those hard little eggs inside their soft pouch. But Clayton knew what he wanted. Gently he pushed me back onto my bed and pushed my knees apart.
"Oh, fuck," I groaned aloud. "Yes, Clayton. I want you," I gasped as I reached with one hand to pull his face deeper into my wet vag.
He started with those long licks I love - from the bottom right up to my clit. I was cumming as soon as he got there. I don't really remember what he did to me but of course he has been a good student and learned exactly what I like. He was thrilling when he was young and raw but he has become the perfect lover for me.
"Clayton, I want you," I panted between my orgasms. "Please," I almost begged as I pulled at his arms and then his hips.
We're in such sync these days. Clayton understood what I was asking for. I shuffled across the bed, my legs still wide as he moved into position above me. Suddenly that wonderful cock was in my face, pointing to my slutty mouth. He knows how much I adore his penis. We've practiced this many times now. A beautiful 69. I almost forgot about how much I needed him to lick my vag. I grabbed him as he went down for more of my wetness and I fumbled him into my mouth.
"Hmmmmmm..." I tried to call out, cumming from the incredible licking and so happy to have that virile, young rod in my mouth.
It takes trust for a woman to let a man thrust into her mouth like that. Except, of course, that I'd taught Clayton. I'd shown him how to be gentle, at first, and then to let his passion take over as he became more experienced. I could have been screaming from his mouth on my vag except that he was filling my mouth. It was amazing to feel his hips moving up and down, thrusting as he lay on top of me. His hard dick was taking its pleasure from my lips and my tongue. I came over and over.
I wasn't counting my orgasms. There was no point. But then Clayton rolled off me, onto his knees.
"I want to fuck you," he said with a firm, manly voice.
