Hollywood's Hot Cougars

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Hollywood's Hot Cougars 1: Salma Hayek

Originally published September 2014



September 2013

I am a 24-year-old living in Hollywood, and I can afford to rent a $9,500 starter home in the Hollywood Hills. And if you didn't already envy and/or hate my guts enough, that home I wanted was being put up for rent by Salma Hayek.

If you can still stand to listen to me after hearing that, I'll go on for you.

I went up the hills to inquire about the house, figuring I'd be going over it with a realtor. Instead, Salma Hayek herself greeted me.

From what I gathered when I started listening, she was shooting a film right now and it gave her time to work out selling the house, while her husband was back in Paris. Therefore, she led me through her nearly 3,000 square feet of land, her four bedrooms, three bathrooms, her in ground pool and the clear view of the hills.

The view of her in a plain white dress was even clearer at times - even without a v-neck. And I read she had just turned 47 this month? I knew the newspapers and the Internet had to tell the truth once in a while, but that couldn't be one of those times. But if IMDb also agreed...

In any case, once I proved I could afford the place, I hoped that would get us closer to a deal. Yet Salma explained that she couldn't just hand it over to the first person who asked and had the money.

Part of me figured it was a ploy to nudge me into upping my offer - and I wondered if part of her figured I'd just do whatever she asked. Whether from my need for the house, or the ease she must have had in making men give in to her. What she asked me to give into next surprised me, however.

Since she would be doing afternoon shoots for the next several days, she offered to let me stay in the house, at least during the hours she worked.

I'd drive here every morning, take care of the place and prove I could do a good job, use the amenities and decide if I wanted to do so every day, and then head out soon after she came back. If I liked it and she saw I was a good caretaker, it would help my case and set the bar for other future candidates. She even said I could use her pool if I got too bored.

I had a job where I could take a few afternoons off for this test. And so, I spent my afternoon staying in and getting adjusted to Salma Hayek's home - my potential future home. If your jealousy is still under control, just hold on a little while longer.

On the third afternoon, I made sure to bring my swimming trunks, a white shirt I didn't mind getting wet in, and goggles. I waited till mid-afternoon to make my way into the water, figuring I'd swim around, get out and get dry before Salma returned.

I didn't think I had enough fun to lose that much track of time - not until I saw Salma heading out back. "Oh, damn!" I said before I stopped myself. "Am I that late?"

"No, I'm that early," Salma explained. "We had to move a scene to tomorrow."

"Ah. Then I'll get out of your way," I offered, starting to swim my way to the steps.

"Nonsense. My schedule got cut short, I shouldn't make yours do the same," Salma figured. "I could stand to sit down myself." With that, she went to a chair near the side of the pool and laid down.

"Okay. I'll try to keep it down," I vowed.

Feeling a bit more self-conscious with company here, I didn't do much splashing around. Really, all I could do was go underwater, swim around and do laps, which I'd already been doing for a while. I tried not to notice that Salma might be watching, and after a while, I stopped looking over.

When I remembered to do it again, I saw that she was already gone. Perhaps it was a sign for me to get out and give her one less thing to keep an eye on.

Then she came back out and my eyes were glued to her - hopefully in appropriate places. Part of me didn't have that hope, though. Not with her now in a one piece, light black swimsuit that definitely had a v-neck - as strained as it was.

"It was getting too hot," I somehow heard her ironically say. "And you already had the right idea on how to cool off."

Her own idea to go into the pool was both right and potentially very wrong all at once. When she went underwater and then surged right back up, her face and upper body dripping and...glistening in the sunlight, it got more right and wrong than even I imagined.

I went to the other end of the pool to stop thinking about it, or at least to make sure she didn't see me...think about it. Yet even that didn't work.

"You know, if you're gonna live here, guests and famous neighbors are gonna want to visit. And even swim here. You'll have to be in the same end of the pool with them at some point," Salma pointed out. A lot of that was probably true - of course, I'd have to be on my best, non pervy behavior here to help make it true.

Gradually, I swam closer to Salma and let myself talk to her. Gradually, I started to swim around with her next to me. Gradually, I went underwater and did some maneuvers without checking her out, even when she went under as well. Gradually, time went by as smoothly as it did when I was all alone in here.

I wasn't too waterlogged to hear Salma's bits of gossip about the movie she was shooting - and I refrained from being too glad for her that it wasn't another Adam Sandler film. She presumably wasn't too waterlogged to hear more about my job and how it helped me afford a place like this.

Things were going so well, that even when it was time to come out and she came out of the pool, I remembered to breathe. Even with her naked upper back, the back of her long legs and her barely contained...almost Kim Kardashian level ass right in front of me. Seriously, only someone with her boobs wouldn't be famous for that ass alone.

Just a little while longer, and I could safely give that the thought it deserved at my own house. With that, I got out and made myself notice that there weren't any towels out here. "Is there any way to get towels without going in and getting the house wet?" I asked.

"Bringing towels out here before we got in. But none of us were that brilliant," Salma said. The most brilliant idea we had to make up for that was rushing inside into the nearest bathroom.

Once we got in, I found a few towels and handed one of them to Salma. I turned and took my wet shirt off, laid it onto the sink and started patting down my upper body. My plan was to pat down my lower body, tie it around my still wet trunks, rush to my room to get dry clothes, then change in another bathroom and take my leave.

"Don't worry, I'll be out of your wet hair in a minute," I assured Salma, without even looking to see her using her towel - or how she was using it.

"I'm sure you know I just turned 47," I heard her say. "If I was another year older, you would be exactly half my age," she did the math correctly. "Yet here you are, trying to rent my house and trying not to show me how hard you are. It is something."

I hissed to myself, yet she kept going before I said any actual words. "I've been famous for 20 years. With that and me looking like this, you think I don't know when people are hard near me? Come on, give me some credit!"

"Yeah, that makes sense," I had to credit her. Turning around, I prepared to tell her I'd go. But when I saw she wasn't scowling at me, I went quiet again.

"Even now, look at what I do to people like you," Salma commented. "Not all of you would be able to live here, though. Or take care of the house like you have. Or do more than enough laps to keep this up, apparently," she said while gesturing to my body.

Fuck me. Is that what she was thinking about me, while I was trying not to think that about her? I assumed since she was famous and married, she wouldn't be affected...like that by me. Even with all the laps I do.

"I put in a lot of years for this place. I need to leave it to someone capable. Who appreciates it and much more. No matter how...inexperienced he may look by comparison," Salma said, stretching an obvious metaphor more than enough already. Yet she ended it with, "But he's still more than eager to learn some old tricks."

I saw Salma's eyes go down - then we both noticed how eager to learn I got. However, her attempt at all too obvious subtlety kept me from being embarrassed - since she certainly wasn't.

I started looking up again, my eyes stopping for more than a second at her chest, which still looked kind of wet. As for any other parts...

By the time I got up to her face, it was right in front of mine. Her lips curled into a knowing smile, topped off by the seductive gaze of her impossibly deep, sultry brown eyes. It was just one of the reasons I didn't move when her lips slid against mine.

Her kiss was slow and deep enough for me to feel every inch of her full, luscious lips. I also registered feeling her hands rubbing up and down my chest. When my lips finally pressed back against hers, I tried to go as slow as her, so as not to ruin the mood.

As much as I might want to fondle and ravage her, this felt more soothing, yet just as hot. I trusted her and her experience to know how to handle this. After all, this was still her house, and I still had to be a hospitable guest.

So I slowly followed along as Salma deeply, steamily kissed me with such gentle, seductive movements. I heard her moan enticingly against my mouth, and felt her hands go down to my stomach. She broke off and said, "Touch me," in such an erotic tone before she went back to kissing me.

Now feeling the weight of what I was about to do, I carefully moved towards feeling the weight of Salma's...weighty body parts. First I put my right hand around her waist, feeling the smooth, exposed skin of her back. Then my left hand went on the other side of her waist, tentatively going up.

Salma broke off of me, long enough to lower the straps of her swimsuit. She went back to kissing me instead of taking her cups down - as if they were containing much of her breasts already. With a deep exhale that probably went into Salma's mouth, I placed my left hand at the bottom of her covered chest.

As Salma put a hand on the back of my head, she inserted her tongue into my mouth and let her hand drift to the top of my boxers. In response, I took the top of her swimsuit down and let my other hand rest on the top of the lower half of her suit - right above her ass.

Though I couldn't see her breasts, with my eyes closed and her body pushing against mine, I started to feel them. It was still more than enough. So was letting my hand drift down behind her. And so was her reaching into my wet swim trunks.

Once she got my erection out, she pulled back to see it. This finally let me catch my breath and get a look at her naked, ample chest. But when she looked back up and lowered the rest of her swimsuit down, her ample hips, trimmed slit and the knowledge that her ample backside was now naked took my attention.

Salma's next attention grabbing move was to grab my cock as she kissed me deeper. My response was to put my left hand right on her incredible chest, and my right square on her equally smooth, round, supple behind. I'd never felt so many full, round, sinfully sexy surfaces that put surfaces half as old to so much shame.

It was all too much. Salma's pouty lips and silky tongue darting in my mouth, her quick hand stroking my cock, her legendary breasts in my own hand and her gravity defying ass in my other one. No one could handle all this for too long.

And I proved it by starting to give in right into Salma's hand.

She broke the kiss in time for us both to see me shoot streams of cum onto Salma's stomach. It was uncontrollable, and my own movements made me shoot lower onto Salma's leg before long. But otherwise, our feet kept us staying put as I finished cumming all over Salma way too soon.

As my cock died down, the rest of me froze in place. Salma didn't move much herself, even to clean all the cum dripping down her stomach and leg. It was a wonder I didn't get any on the floor. But that would have been the least of my concerns.

Maybe kissing her and feeling her greatest body parts were too much to ask for. Maybe that was all I could get, and it was already more than enough to be grateful for. Even if I embarrassed myself enough to cost me the actual house. I already couldn't last long enough to even start trying to please her, so that was out too.

I let out a deep breath, wondering if I should even try to say something before I left. Yet again, however, Salma was ahead of me.

"I figured I needed a shower anyway," she said, lighter than I expected. But expecting the unexpected was probably more fitting here. "And since you made this mess, you should help clean it up. That's what any responsible home owner should do."

Salma turned around, giving me my first actual look at her apple shaped ass - when it couldn't affect me in the slightest. Not for maybe another few minutes, anyway. Yet it seemed I'd be busy passing the time until then.

She turned the shower on and climbed in, without even bothering to wipe my cum off. Figuring out why, I got inside with her and looked around for soap and a sponge. When I found them, I let Salma back off and lean against the wall as I went down to my knees.

The shower water had already gotten much of my cum off her body. Nevertheless, I put the soap against her stomach and leg, rubbing them as carefully as possible. I admired the suds now on her body, then put the soap and sponge under the shower and rubbed them together.

Soon after, I rubbed the sponge all over Salma's stomach, waist and legs, getting them covered in soap. I them rubbed it into her body with my own bare hands, feeling her get clean and feeling so much more than that. At that point, I remembered there was another thing I owed her.

My soapy hands rubbed and scrubbed Salma's stomach, legs and all of her very well-defined curves, while my head had another destination. I put it between her legs, then stuck my tongue out to clean her off another way.

She was already wet in more than one way before entering the shower indeed. This time, I was in a position to do something about it. In my kneeling position, my tongue circled her pussy and dipped inside, before my mouth began suckling on it.

Salma moaned, which sounded even hotter when it wasn't muffled against my mouth. I reached up to soap up both her breasts, yet this time the feel of them didn't make me cum. I would probably start stirring myself any moment, but Salma would be on her way before then - hopefully.

My hope grew when Salma grabbed the back of my head and pushed her hips against my face. My hands then went down to her ass and held on, scrubbing and caressing every considerable inch of her backside, while I licked out every inch of her pussy.

"Mmm...that's a way to clean and make a mess," Salma commented. "This is as good a place as any to make one...I want to make one all over your face and clean it off myself...now fuck me with your tongue and get it wet too..."

Those words spoken in that voice were more than encouraging enough. For an added bonus, I wrangled the soap out of the sponge, got it filled with water, and scrubbed it on Salma's upper body to watch the water drip down.

"Yes...this is how wet I was under the suit, swimming with you. In more ways than one," Salma groaned. "This is what you were thinking about there, wasn't it?"

"No sane man wouldn't. No other kind of man wouldn't," I was carried away enough to say while eating her out and ogling her other wet, dripping parts.

"You are wise beyond your years...oh, so's that fucking mouth of yours," Salma praised. "I want a mouth like that to make me cum hard again..."

Determined to help my host, I grabbed onto her ass and squeezed for dear life as my tongue buried itself in her. I then did the same with her breasts as I suckled on her pussy, then ran my hands all over her waist and its hourglass shape. Salma leaned back and moaned, trying to fuck herself against my face to push her overboard.

Instead of doing it with my mouth, however, I took my mouth away and rubbed her slender legs with the sponge. As I watched the water run down and scrubbed it in, my right hand and its fingers started working above and between her legs. Two of them got into her while I kissed up and down her thigh and pumped my left hand below her knee.

"Oh...fucking diablo," Salma praised/cursed me in her native language. The devil then went on to finger her with his left hand, while kissing and scrubbing her right leg. When she was nice and clean there, I leaned back and put both hands between her clean legs, making the space between them ready to feel much less clean.

"Oh, you make me cum...I don't care if it's on your hands now!" Salma got out. But I was thankful for the reminder.

After a few more hard finger thrusts, I put my face back on her pussy and let my tongue finish the thrusting. Before long, Salma's moans echoed loud enough in the shower to tell me I was almost done.

When I was, I received a potent amount of cum and juices on my mouth for my trouble. Salma had gotten considerably cleaner than me everywhere else, so this was just one more way for me to get dirtier.

Once she was done, I started licking up her remains off my mouth, but not completely. At that point, I really did need to stand up and stop leaning on my knees anyway. I got myself up and managed not to slip on the shower floor, and was promptly met by Salma's lips and tongue cleaning me off themselves.

After they did a thorough enough job, Salma got past me and turning the shower and bath off. As the water below us went down the drain, I finally got a chance to actually look at Salma. She was dripping wet, as she had been for some time - but this time I could see it while she was naked. And this time I had enough time to properly stare at her naked.

Her mostly naked body had been immortalized almost 20 years ago, by every available pair of male eyes who saw From Dusk Till Dawn. While parts of that form looked fuller in front of me now than they did on screen 18 years ago, all of it was just as seductive and unreasonably beautiful. And the parts that weren't covered up now...even imagining them uncovered 18 years ago didn't do it justice.

Praising it in words would have likely been condescending. That was not the proper way to worship Salma. A better way was to walk forward and initiate kissing her, placing my hands on her body and letting them roam gently and passionately. The example carried over to both our lips as well.

We did have to get out of the shower, though, and we had to dry ourselves off once again. This time, we used the towels on each, and not entirely just to clean the other. In fact, we still weren't completely dry when Salma said, "We've done all we can do in here."

Salma wrapped her towel around her body, then walked out of the bathroom. I wrapped my towel around my waist, not even trying to hide what was growing once again behind it. She didn't turn around to see, however, as I just followed her lead into one of her bedrooms.

After I found her standing next to the bed, she smiled again - her steamy lips and sultry eyes only making it harder for me to contain my bulge. I gave up when she unwrapped herself and dropped her towel. Yet I didn't give myself time to take my own towel off, as I went over to take her back in my arms.

I had already started kissing and playing with her breasts when she dropped herself onto the bed, taking me with her. She went into the middle of the bed and laid down in the spread eagle position, waiting for me.

I rewarded her wait by crawling to her, determined to kiss everything I hadn't kissed in the shower. My tongue started underneath her bellybutton and slowly went up from there, while my hands rested on her waist and then below her tits. Cupping them, I went over and finally began kissing and tasting them.

Burying my face in those bountiful breasts wasn't enough for me. It could have taken me hours to kiss and lick every inch of those full mounds, and the silky caramel skin covering them. I would have gladly taken such a long shift, though - and she sounded like she didn't mind the fruits of my labor.

I massaged underneath her tits and rubbed them together while kissing and teasing her nipples. After a few minutes of that, I pressed them together and licked up and down her mountainous cleavage. I even tried opening my mouth and taking as much of her right breast in as possible, which still probably didn't look like much.

Whatever other tricks I might have considered, I didn't do it fast enough. Not after Salma rolled me onto my back and settled on top of me. "It's my turn now," so she said.

As she did with my lips, Salma kissed my upper body slowly and hotly. Her gorgeous chocolate eyes darted between my face and the parts of my chest she was nipping and kissing. She took her time tracing her tongue and lips over my abs, sitting her breasts just above my erect cock.

When she got there, she took my staff into her hand and swirled her tongue over my head. Her lips then covered it and gradually sucked it down, while her free hand took my balls and rubbed them against her chest. I hissed deeply and started to worry about my longevity again.

No. I couldn't let that happen again. I wouldn't get another chance - and if I did, it'd probably be out of mere pity. That was no way to end something like this. Not with the way she was sucking my head, sliding her tongue under it, bringing those lips down deeper, humming on me as she took more of me in...

Okay, there might be a downside to that. Only one.

But that too was forgotten when she lifted her breasts up to cover my cock. When all that plump, soft, rounded, tanned mass smothered it like a pillow, then glided up and down over it. And then when her tongue and lips managed to reach my head when it poked out...

There was no point denying the inevitable. I could hold it off as long as possible, which wasn't long at all, but it was going to happen. Unless Salma came off me now, but she didn't look set on going that far.

"People like you are supposed to recover faster. You did in my day," Salma spoke when she took her lips off me. "Don't try too hard not to cum. Save that energy for getting back up again. You'll need it...hell, if you think you need it now..."

That kind of advice, and all its implications, kept me up a few extra moments. But when that wasn't enough, and when Salma rubbed her supple tits against one another with my cock still between then, there was no more wiggle room.

Salma wrapped her lips around my head as it began to explode, then took her breasts off me. She popped off and then took me down deeper into her mouth, all while I filled it up more and more. Not a drop went out, even with so much coming out of me.

For the second time, I was drained a lot quicker than I should have been, although we both got more out of it first. I laid back and tried to clear my head, but then felt a weight on my chest. It was clear where it came from before I even looked up.

"You really should have more stamina than me," Salma stated. Yet it didn't stop her from straddling my chest, then sliding her hips up until her pussy met my mouth.

She put her hands against the wall, leaning on it as I began using my tongue on her again. As in the shower, I circled around her pussy until I swirled it inside her, then started nibbling and sucking her clit. Salma purred encouragingly, thrusting her hips onto me as my tongue met them.

My hands got in the mix, with my left joining my mouth and rubbing her along, all as my right slowly went down her back. It reached her ass by the time my left index finger started fucking her, while I licked alongside it.

Salma took her hands off the wall and urged, "Hold my tits again." I reached up to do that and stepped up my tongue work at the same time. As I burrowed deeper into her, she cried, "Oh, yes...oh, it feels so fucking good...how about you?"

"This speaks for itself," I said, squeezing her breasts and sucking on her as deeply as possible.

"Oh, fuck, yeah...oh, it's still not enough..." Salma finished anyway. "I gotta make sure you can still give me enough..." This was all the warning I had before she turned herself again, hovered her ass over my face and put her face over my still recovering cock.

Between her ass bent over against my face, and her mouth back on my cock, perhaps Salma did have a point about my stamina. It would still take a while for her to get me hard again, so I had time to get her on the brink again.

I started by lying both hands on her glorious ass and licking away at her. After merely pushing her cheeks up and jiggling them, however, I had to taste them. So I nibbled at her ample regions and smooth, tanned skin, while letting my left thumb work her further below.

Salma was turned on enough to moan on my cock as she sucked it back to life. In return, it made me go faster in kissing and thumb fucking her back ends. But my mouth returned to her pussy before long, wiggling into her even faster.

"Fuck me...fuck me both ways," Salma urged. My tongue thrust back and forth into her, in tandem with my revised cock pumping her mouth. Salma took my erection in deeper and pushed her pussy deeper onto my mouth, leaving me to just hold onto her hips in the meantime.

"Little more...little more..." Salma groaned, batting her tongue all over my head. I groaned on her and made my tongue go even faster on her pussy. Hers was building me up yet again for a third and probably last round, so I hoped I was somewhat close to ending her second.

"Yes, yes...all right, that's it! I want this in me now..." Salma groaned right onto my cock head. Before I knew it, she took herself off my face and crawled up, not stopping until she settled over my cock in the reverse cowgirl position.

Not seeing her tits or face in the last position was a necessary evil. Not seeing them was also necessary as I saw her ass settle over my groin, captivating my view as she took my cock in for the first time. It seemed like a worthy sacrifice at the moment.

I couldn't see her tits bounce as she began to ride me. I couldn't see her face and eyes to go along with hearing her aroused, sexy voice as she brought herself closer. Her tightening pussy and her bouncing behind did help, though.

I didn't feel comfortable just lying on my back for long, however. When I just had to do more, I sat up and wrapped my arms around Salma's waist, keeping her on my lap as I fucked her deeper. I rested my chin on her shoulder and looked down at her jiggling breasts and filled pussy, giving me the roadmap to rub them both.

Holding onto her chest and rubbing her pussy for dear life, I held on tight as Salma's voice got higher and she let herself go. She let out an extended moan as her second extended orgasm covered my cock, while I kept holding her against me.

Salma caught her breath and lifted her hips off my wet cock, reaching down to stroke it. When she was done, she got her hips back up and sank back on me, while putting her wet hand between our faces. She licked the residue off her hand, leaving me to follow as our hips pressed together again.

Our lips came back together soon afterward, but I knew we couldn't sustain this position much longer. After we broke apart, I slipped out of her and had her lay back down on the bed. I settled on top of her and put myself back in without delay.

I was the one setting the slow pace this time, fucking her gently as she tried to build herself back up. I used my lips leisurely now, gliding them over her smooth neck and nipping at her still taut flesh. Salma groaned softly while my left hand went onto her breast and my right went into her brunette hair, cradling the back of her head.

My lips went up to her face, kissing all over the right side of it. My hips started going a little faster by the time I hovered over her face, getting lost anew in her eyes and lips. "Oh God..." I let out right as Salma let her hands go down my back.

That little movement, not to mention the little squeeze she gave my ass, was enough to make me feel like my control was unraveling. As she kissed me deep, gently and oh so seductively, it felt like I was right back where I started. Not that it was the worst place to be.

There was the added bonus of me fucking her and lying on top of her. The one where her breasts were under me and pushing against my chest helped too. So did her very wet pussy pumping my cock along.

If that wasn't enough, Salma broke our kisses and just kept moaning. When that wasn't enough either, she repeated in increasingly sultry tones, "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." That made me go faster and it made her repeat, "Cum for me again...cum inside me...cum inside me..."

I chose to assume she thought that through, then chose to fuck her deeper and kiss the top of her breasts. I laid my face between her tits as she gasped, "Yes...it's so good on your big cock..."

She used an old maneuver and rolled me over onto my back, settling on top of me. However, she merely laid there and rode her hips on me, running her lips over my neck this time. When she finished, I grabbed her tits and pushed them up into my face, rubbing them all over my cheeks and mouths as she rode me harder.

"Oh, I gotta taste every inch while I can..." I groaned, gliding her left nipple over my mouth.

"Maybe tonight," Salma got out. "There's...a lot more bedrooms and bathrooms...we gotta test every one to make sure...fuck, you get it!"

So it wouldn't end here. I needed to 'test myself' in those other rooms before she could let me take over the house. Then she could leave...the house for good and let go of it before settling back in Paris, and feel certain she'd leave this place in the right hands. The right, busy, orgasm inducing hands.

All these years had made her wise with age. It wasn't just...certain other parts of her that got bigger, sexier and better with age. And there was still time to get to know all of them even better.

I did so with Salma's tits by burying my face and hands back into them as I fucked her harder. With her ass, I later laid my hands back on it and helped push it down deeper onto me. They soon went down to her pussy and rubbed it hard on each side, all while fucking it right in the center.

"More..." Salma actually said, her appetite seemingly insatiable. Perhaps she thought I was young and eager enough to keep up with her - whether she was starved for such attention or not. Yet even if I was that good, Salma still made me pale in comparison.

She sat all the way up, leaving her pussy even more wide open for me. With my fingers playing with her parted lips, my cock unstoppable inside of her and her lush curves and tits wiggling all around, my youthful stamina was at its boiling point. This time for good, at least for tonight.

So I savored Salma's body riding me a few extra seconds more, before fingering and fucking her to the finish. I let my fingers go up right before then, grabbing her tits and holding them in place as I came up to suck them.

I made sure her nipple was deep in my mouth as she came over my cock yet again. Salma's mouth was free to yell, "Oh, fuck me, just a little more..."

That little more included sitting up, having her ride out her orgasm on my lap, and putting my hands on her ass and left tit while I sucked her right one. That symmetry made it all the more easier for me to cum one final time, only deep inside her now.

I had to release my mouth from her tit before I bit on it, so I rode out my orgasm by resting my head on her neck. The release still overwhelmed me enough to make me fall back on the bed, taking Salma down with me. We just rested and lightly groaned as I finished and our cum mixed together.

Even with no cum left in my body to speak of, I still absent mindedly kissed her neck and savored the feel and taste of her. For Salma's part, she put her face over mine, studied it and softly said, "Good boy," before another short series of kisses.

She rested against me and I held her body against me, not entirely confident I wouldn't get hard again soon after all. If I took a nap now, I'd probably be raring to go right when I woke up. Apparently, unlike my last few nights here, I wouldn't end it going back to my real home.

Or rather, my soon to be old home, I may feel confident enough to say soon. Especially after I...christen the rest of my soon to be new home with the old owner. An old owner who happened to be the sexiest cougar in Hollywood - and would probably give the ones in Paris a run for their money too.

THE END

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Hollywood's Hot Cougars 2: JenCourt (Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox)

Originally published October 2014



September 21, 2014

Tomorrow, much of the TV loving world would be divided between remembering the 10'th anniversary of the Lost pilot, and the 20'th anniversary of the Friends pilot. With a sprinkling of 15'th anniversary West Wing pilot memories buried within.

I for one was buried in Friends memories that day. And in two of the friends the previous night. But we'll get to that. We need a lot of setup first - much like a pilot, really.

Let's start by establishing that I was six years old when the Friends pilot premiered. Let's further explain that 20 years later, I was serving people in an LA coffee shop. And no, it wasn't Friends based - despite how both Jennifer Aniston and Courteney Cox drank there. That's the important thing since that's how I knew them.

Sometimes I served them separately, other times they came together. It was less frequently together during a stretch in the first half of 2014. According to the tabloids, they were feuding while in the midst of their separate engagements - and from what they later told me, it wasn't that far from the truth. Yet by June, I started seeing them come in together again.

Even as Jennifer's wedding neared and Courteney's engagement started that summer, they kept going to my shop just by themselves. It happened again on the afternoon of September 21, 2014 - right before Friends anniversary day, if your short term memory works.

I overheard them saying that since Courteney had an interview on Jimmy Kimmel on anniversary night, they would celebrate it tonight at Jennifer's house, without their fiancés or Courteney's daughter around. Or rather, they told me that to my face.

After they asked me what tomorrow was, and they needed to tell me it was Friends anniversary day. And after I said I hadn't seen much of the show, or the pilot, despite seeing them so often.

It's not like I didn't know every little detail, big event or running gag anyway. It was one of the shows big enough that you don't actually have to watch to know everything about. I was in the middle of explaining that when Jennifer and Courteney shared a look, and then suggested I should see the pilot anyway.

At Jennifer's house. With them. In the same room.

I was on autopilot for the next few hours after that. Somehow, I still followed the directions I got to the house, and got there at the time they instructed - when no one else would be there and no one would see me coming.

I should have suspected what else was coming right then. But we'll get to that too. There's still some more pilot-y exposition to get through.

Let's fast forward to after I looked around the house, got myself to comfortably sit in between Jennifer and Courteney, and watched the pilot on the Season 1 DVD. It was after a few easy laughs about how they looked and acted back then - though not easy enough to include a Rachel hairstyle joke - that I brought up just how young I was when this first aired.

"So back then I was about five times older than you. Now it's just less than half," Courteney did the math. "I feel younger after all."

"I was just four times older back then, so there you go," Jennifer pointed out. "Ah, things really were simpler then, though. Even in those first few years. The work, the laughs, the days when no one had Twitter, TMZ or iClouds..." She then did a kind of sitcom-y pause, as if waiting for some bigger punchline.

"And the threeways," Courteney delivered. It was more of a sucker punch than a punchline, really.

"Right, right," Jennifer agreed, as if I wasn't even listening. "Boy, we all know there were times we really needed those! All the times we really needed to get our minds off things. And onto different cocks. And people attached who were too grateful to blab about it."

"But then again, the pre-TMZ days really limited their options," Courteney went on. She looked at me once in a while, yet it was still hard to believe they were really talking to me. As if this was such a casual thing to talk about, like they would in thousands of interviews.

"We slowed down when our love lives and Twitter stock took off. And when we...had a rough patch or two," Courteney admitted. "But now we got past it at just the right time."

"She's right. We're both getting married soon, and we made it through 20 years of friendship. And the tabloid and sex stuff to go with it," Jennifer said. "If ever there was a time to be nostalgic for those old days...and recapture them one more time before we try settling down again...this is the best night possible."

"Hold on," I accidentally said out loud. But I was too busy putting the pieces together to take note. All this scandalous talk, inviting me over when no one else was around, making sure I arrived when everyone was long gone...the very premise of inviting a near stranger to a movie star/TV icon's home with her TV icon best friend...

"Oh," I let out. I knew I should have done better than that. But to buy time, I asked, "Why me? Luck of being on the right shift?"

"That, fitting and filling out the criteria, the novelty of someone who's still barely watched our show. A mix of that," Courteney answered somewhat.

"I watch Cougar Town, though," I informed Courteney. "Does that count for or against me?" I wondered. I hoped her laughter was a good sign. Wait, so now I was hoping for...

"You were already ahead, don't worry," Jennifer assured. "I mean, if this was 15 years ago, you'd be a dime a dozen. But after all these years, all the wear and tear...to still get guys just like you interested, who don't even know us best from Friends...that's a confidence builder to recapture old times with if there ever was one."

"And...what makes you think I'm interested like that?" I found myself asking. I barely had time to take this in or think this over, so her answer stood to be helpful.

"You're still here, aren't you?" Jennifer noted. "It's getting obvious how much you want to be here," she went on, her eyes gazing down at me. I looked down at myself and saw the proof growing underneath my pants.

"Well...it still might not be for the right reasons," I babbled. Perhaps this was a poor attempt to be playful, even if it sounded like I was trying to talk her out of it. "With your offer, I could be like this no matter who you guys are. Or what age you are. Or what I know you from."

Jennifer just smiled, which shut up all my objections, serious or not. Since she wasn't talking and I had shut up, I just looked at her. The way she looked at me, and the way she sat next to me in her white shirt and tight blue jeans was...cute, pretty and sexy all at the same time. It made sense.

I didn't know if Hollywood touchups - by makeup people or other specialists - were more responsible than her for making her still look fit and hot in those We're The Millers strip scenes. But it seemed to match up with the most recent bikini shots of her I could remember.

For whatever reason, she was in her mid-40s with about the same round breasts, rounded ass, trim figure and slender legs. Stuff she was offering to me...which she had apparently used in many threesomes before...which she must have gotten really good at with the practice...

Once I looked back up at her face, it clicked. There was no more need for jokes, exposition or adding. Jennifer and Courteney wanted to celebrate this big day for them with me...and with each other too, apparently. So be it.

But me and Jennifer were going first.

Jennifer's lips quickly landed on mine, and before long, her hands landed onto my chest as well. I indulged myself in that before reaching down to start lifting my shirt off, and she then got on my lap before doing the same.

While I was bare chested, she still revealed a purple bra underneath. It still revealed and pushed up her enduring chest pretty well. Below, I put my hands on her waist and started rubbing her smooth, still taut skin, until I went down to the top of her pants.

"On it," Jennifer stated, getting on her feet to start working on her pants. Once she was able to slide them down, I could see a matching pair of pink panties before I focused more on her exposed legs. She stepped out of the pants and then went right back on my lap, feeling just how impressed I was now.

I felt an aroused growl bubbling in my throat, as Jennifer's figure was fully exposed and starting to grind on me. But I wanted her to feel even more.

Without warning, I put my right hand above her underwear and carefully moved to dip my fingers in. When Jennifer didn't tell or signal me to stop, I dipped them deeper, brushed past her hair and went lower to brush her center. At the same time, my left hand went onto her bra and cupped her covered, soft left breast before reaching over to the back.

I let my right finger glide over Jennifer's lower lips, just enough to make her moan as I pulled my hand out. I needed it to help unfasten her bra, and when I got the hooks off, Jennifer took my hand and put it back down.

It reached its destination as Jennifer shook off her bra, showing her breasts in full. They had to be on the borderline of a C-cup, even now. Either way, I latched my mouth onto her stiff right nipple, as my right hand rubbed her pussy deeper and my left hand went down her back.

I was feeling up her pussy and ass and sucking her breasts by the time I heard a groan nearby. It helped me remember Courteney was there too. But she made herself harder to forget when I saw how her hand was down her skirt.

"Don't stop on my account. Don't you fucking dare," Courteney told me, before gasping out her next few sounds. She was playing with herself harder while I was playing with Jennifer at the same speed.

Well, if I was putting on a show, it had to be worth the admission.

I stopped and had Jennifer go back on the couch, then I kneeled down in front of it and her. She then had to lift her hips up so I could take her panties down, leaving her completely naked. Seeing a naked Jennifer Aniston naked and hungry for me only made me spread her legs and dig in harder.

It helped me ignore the uncomfortable hardness in my much more confining jeans. It did seem unfair that she was the only one exposed like this so far. Maybe Courteney would have to take things off before long as she pleasured herself to us. At the rate I was going, she'd have to hurry up.

My right fingers switched back and forth between rubbing Jennifer's pussy, fingering it and teasing her up above. My left hand mainly worked on her nipples, however. Combined with my tongue on her, and how I sucked on her a few other times, it didn't matter.

"Oh yeah...oh, fuck me...so eager...even back then they didn't..." Jennifer couldn't finish in words after I tongued her clit.

"No they didn't...mmm, I can't wait...you were right, Jen," I heard Courteney groan next to me. So this was Jennifer's idea first, then...as if I needed more incentive to dive my tongue in deeper.

"Oh, shit! Does happen once in a while, Court! God, it's gonna happen real soon..." Jennifer gritted out. "Come on, I've been ready all day...fuck me right now..."

"You mean with this?" I asked, lifting my head up and inserting my right index finger. "Or..."

"No! Just that'll do," Courteney answered for Jennifer. "I may not finish before her, but you're not finishing early either. Not till I get a chance to make you," she teased. "But first, I want to see her cum again...make her cum and set the bar for me. On both of you."

If she put it that way, then I'd really have to lift that bar.

I tried by sitting up and letting Courteney see me insert two fingers into Jennifer - who clearly saw it too. They watched and both groaned, for different reasons, while I wiggled and fucked my fingers inside of Jen. In addition, my left hand took its time cupping and massaging underneath her bouncing breasts.

"Oh damn, look at her...just as I remember," Courteney got out. She then stood up and got her skirt down, showing us both her black panties underneath - which she shoved her right hand into. "Jen..." she moaned as she and I moved our fingers faster.

"Court..." Jennifer cried out. To make sure she didn't forget me, I bent down to deeply suck and nibble her left breast, as I curled my fingers. "Oh, Goddamnit..." She reacted.

Her hips rose up and thrust against my fingers, even as I pressed against her and tongued her nipple. I looked back and forth between Jennifer and a still standing up, still masturbating Courteney, just as Jennifer kept looking between us. One of them would have to go off first from all these combined sights, sounds and feels.

I had one last ditch effort to make sure it was Jennifer. It involved quickly kissing and sucking both breasts, then dipping back down, fucking her harder with my fingers, and then putting my mouth back on her. After several seconds of rapid tongue and lip work, it paid off.

"Oh fuck, here I...fuck!" Jennifer cursed, sounding too hot for must see TV. Her cumming on my mouth wouldn't have gotten by the censors anyway, even in pre Janet Jackson nipple-gate days. Neither would Courteney bending down and fingering herself harder at the sight of it.

In the middle of licking Jennifer clean, I turned my eyes to see Courteney gazing down at me. She saw how wet my mouth was with her friend - then promptly leaned down to kiss me and taste for herself.

Her tongue went all over my lips and dipped past them, all while she moaned on my mouth - probably from tasting Jennifer and from still fingering herself. But she broke off and took her hands off herself soon after, before standing up and reaching a hand out for me.

I took it and then promptly felt that hand, and the wet finger it contained, brush my lips. I got to taste a bit of Courteney this time before she pulled it away and said, "I guess I didn't really taste you back there. Let's go upstairs and fix that."

"Okay..." I said in a daze before remembering something. "Wait, did you...get to where Jennifer did?"

"Not quite. Jen, whenever you're ready, come up and help me the rest of the way. You started it, you should help end it," Courteney said. "By that logic, you should help end his first round too, but I called dibs."

I briefly saw Jennifer nod while catching her breath, until Courteney picked her skirt and my shirt up and took my hand. She led me over to Jennifer's staircase, up it and then down the hall to what I assumed was Jennifer's bedroom.

Just as I sat down on the front of the bed, Courteney had already dropped our clothes in a pile, and thrown her shirt right onto it. Like Jennifer, she had a matching bra and panty set, only hers was black. And at 50 years old, she too revealed a body that many half her age would have killed for and spent a lot of money on.

Between her impressive breasts and cleavage, svelte figure, sexy legs, big smile and piercing blue eyes, I knew I couldn't keep my pants on any longer. She made her way over to me as I finished unbuckling them, but she got me to lie down before she finished lowering them for me.

Once my cock finally popped out, Courteney wasted no time getting a hand on it. I still got myself to back up so Courteney could get on the bed, then she laid herself in front of me. Putting a hand back on my cock, she settled down and slowly licked up to my underside, which she quickly pressed her lips against.

Courteney's mouth slowly consumed my head, while mine was gritted tight as I tried to hold on. But Courteney sure as hell wasn't helping - not with the way she sucked me in deeper and glided her tongue over my shaft.

She came off and slowly kissed and licked down my cock, making a visual show of it. My hips involuntarily went up, a sure sign I would be going off pretty soon. However, Courteney put her hand on my balls and tugged them just right enough to make me come off the edge, without cumming.

"I still got time to kill before Jennifer gets up here. I want us occupied the entire time," Courteney told me, then went on to take me back in her mouth.

"Me too..." I hissed, now better able to lean back and just enjoy Courteney Cox sucking my cock.

She sucked me deeply, then just used her tongue over my head and tip. She started stroking me as she came off, stuck her tongue out and let me see it work my head. After that, she bent down to take my balls into her mouth while her fingers stroked my head - but her other hand soon went back on my sack to keep it under control.

I breathed heavily and watched her work, particularly when her pleased, deep eyes looked up at me. I then heard footsteps and saw Courteney's eyes darken, an extra clue to what - who - was coming after recovering from cumming.

Jennifer dropped her clothes from her arms, then walked over to us, fully naked right next to a naked Courteney. She sat up on the bed, put her hand into Courteney's hair, and helped guide it down my cock even further.

"Good, I still get to see you take his cum," Jennifer said. "And while I'm at it..."

Jennifer went behind Courteney and pulled the back of her panties down, giving her room to insert her fingers behind her. Her audible reaction went right on my cock, and she gripped my balls perhaps a bit too well.

Once things got pleasurable again, Jennifer finger-fucked Courteney as she sank her mouth deeper down my shaft. When Jennifer guided Courteney's head down harder, I carefully put my hips up to start pumping inside her.

Courteney was being fucked from both ends now, which had to get her closer than I was on my end. It just had to. Especially since me and Jennifer did inspire her to get a head start, after all.

She started quick and then finally finished quick, as she popped off me and groaned long and hard. Jennifer sunk her fingers in all the way as her friend came around them. all while Courteney squeezed my cock with her right hand.

Courteney breathed heavily on me, which still wasn't quite enough. Her grip loosened, then came off altogether - only for Jennifer to take its place. After she licked her right hand clean, of course.

She put her left hand back on Courteney's head as it went down on me again, sucking my head as Jennifer pumped my shaft. But Jennifer let go long enough for Courteney to sink her mouth all the way down.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I repeated as Courteney gave me the deep throating of my life. She slowly slid her mouth up and made sure my cock was nice, wet and just about set to pop. When she came off and caught her breath, Jennifer used Courteney's saliva to help her pump me the rest of the way.

Breathless, I couldn't even warn them as Courteney's mouth went back on my head. She licked my head and tip, then opened her mouth to catch the first spurts of my cum. Jennifer stopped pumping and watched me shoot into Courteney's open mouth, which caught each shot from my cannon.

We watched her drink it down, right when I couldn't keep my head up any longer. I felt Jennifer let go and felt Courteney no longer breathing on me, hearing nothing but panting.

Once I heard Courteney sit up, I looked up in time to see something that certain fans must have imagined for 20 years. But apparently, Jennifer and Courteney making out was nothing really new. In fact, it might not have been the first time Jennifer devoured Courteney's mouth after it swallowed someone's cum.

But she swallowed my cum. And I was the one seeing this. Maybe I wasn't the first ever to see it, and maybe some would argue I'd have been more turned on 10 or 15 years ago. But I was seeing it now, and it was plenty hot now.

I rolled out of the way as Jennifer got Courteney on her back. "Jesus, it's even better..." Jennifer trailed off, not clearing up what it was. It could probably be so many hot things.

The hottest thing of the moment was Jennifer getting Courteney's bra off, then going down on her left breast. I gaped at Courteney's tits and Jennifer's oral work, at least enough for Jennifer to notice and wave me over. "Go on," she said, muffled by the breast in her mouth.

Soon my mouth was stuffed with Courteney's right breast, and soon she was the one putting her hands on the back of our heads. If she hadn't cum so recently, I would have gone lower, but I decided to kiss up her neck instead while fondling her breast.

Jennifer broke from Courteney's chest to go forward and hover hers over her head. Courteney leaned up to suckle Jennifer's breasts, while I stayed to tease and kiss her neck and collar bone. I soon looked down to see myself kneading her breast, and saw her thigh clench together underneath Jennifer as well.

Just as I thought about how she might recover faster than me, I heard a cough besides me. When I looked back to Courteney, Jennifer had rolled off her, giving her room to roll me over onto my back.

"You're the one who's supposed to be up again faster," Courteney said, all but reading my mind. "Let's see just how fast."

Courteney settled on my right side and kissed me, even without Jennifer's juices on my lips. I heard Jennifer move around on the bed as I kissed Courteney back, then turned after several moments to see Jennifer lying on my left.

She kissed me just as I really let this all wash over me. I was lying naked, in between two famous, naked, gorgeous older women who knew exactly what they were doing. Like with Jennifer kissing down my face as Courteney nibbled and sucked on my ear before going back on my lips, for instance.

Before I got too lost in their kisses, I said, "Let me sit up, please..." When I could, I got myself to kneel in front of Jennifer and Courteney, who were now sitting up side by side. This was perfect for me to take both these chests in my hands, as I went back and forth between kissing each of them.

I tweaked Jennifer's nipple as me and Courteney kissed deeper, then worked Courteney's chest as I kissed Jennifer. The two women went on to kiss each other next, going noticeably longer than they did with me.

I took the time to kiss Jennifer's neck and shoulder, letting my hand drip down both their bodies. They stopped kissing just as I put a finger each between their legs at the same time.

We all sat up, looked at each other and got more hot and bothered as I fingered them both. But it was Jennifer I went over to kiss first, our tongues dipping into each other's mouths. I still remembered to pump her between her legs, and even Courteney's - even as she moved down to take Jennifer's right tit in her mouth.

I went down to suck her left, trying my best to keep fucking each of them. Jennifer moaned regardless, though maybe it also helped to have Courteney moaning on her chest. I looked at her suckle and use her lips, teeth and tongue all over Jennifer's tit, and she saw me do the same to the left.

We both moaned on Jennifer's nipples, then turned to start kissing and Frenching each other. As we sat up straight again and my finger went faster into Courteney, Jennifer went down to suck her friend's tit. But she also had room to put her hand onto my growing shaft.

Now we were all stroking each other, breathing heavily and trying to kiss as many breasts and mouths as possible. Yet Jennifer's attention went to my cock. "Okay, I gotta see what this is all about," she declared, getting me on my back again and forcing my hands off both pussies.

She took it upon herself to take her turn in sucking my cock, with a fair amount of vigor. Jennifer sucked me down eagerly and quickly, humming and sucking deep on my head. But although she already had a turn, Courteney got into position to have a second go at it.

After Jennifer popped off, Courteney licked each part of me that Jennifer had her lips and tongue on, then sucked me off like before. While Jennifer's technique was eager and hungry, I was reminded again of how thorough and seductive Courteney's mouth was on me.

However, Jennifer's mouth came back to kiss the side of my cock - then kiss Courteney when her mouth came off me. They made out right over my head, then went down to kiss and lick a side each, then licked up until their tongues met again.

Soon, they were more focused on kissing each other than my shaft, but I couldn't mind excessively. Jennifer at least broke off, looked back at me cutely and said, "Sorry...but you can still help me now."

It was Courteney's turn to go on her back, and Jennifer's turn to go down and start eating her. But she promptly made room for me, and soon it was me and her performing oral sex at the same time. When we had enough of licking each side of Courteney's pussy, we kissed each other to combine the taste.

"All together, just a little longer," Jennifer said. I chose to look closer at that choice of words for later.

For now, I took my turn in eating out Courteney, with Jennifer sitting back to watch. "Oh...oh, I knew that mouth looked good down on Jennifer...but this..." Courteney moaned instead of finishing with words. For that, I dipped my tongue under her clit and rapidly batted it around.

"Okay, I'm tagging back in," Jennifer interrupted when Courteney quieted down. "It's your turn to tag me from behind, anyway."

"Like I just did with Courteney? And you?" I asked.

"No, it's time for you to fuck me with something bigger," Jennifer hinted. "Court got railed from both ends, now it's my turn. Only I get your cock back there." There was no misinterpreting that.

I got on my feet and in front of the bed, as well as Jennifer's now raised, peachy backside. I hadn't gotten a good look at it before, but I'd have my fill now. Yet Jennifer would get impatient for me to do more than that in a second.

I lined my cock up at her pussy while Jennifer kept eating Courteney's. My shaft entered Jennifer as Courteney looked up to watch the action. Between Jennifer's tongue work and me starting to fuck her at the same time, Courteney was getting even more flushed.

"Go on, fuck her. I'll try to keep up with you," Courteney offered, raising her hips up on Jennifer's face. I sank my cock deeper into Jennifer in response, making her moan harder on Courteney. Soon Courteney's hips and mine were rotating and grinding in front and in back of Jennifer - although I was doing a bit more than that.

I drove myself harder against Jennifer's hips, watching her shapely ass jiggle and push back. Her entirely shapely body was moving around in some way, with her head burying itself between Courteney's legs. While Jennifer cursed and groaned into her pussy, however, Courteney moaned clearer and darted her eyes between Jennifer and me.

She seemed to settle on me, which took me by surprise. Yet I fucked Jennifer faster and deeper, looking right at Courteney nonetheless. She hissed and fucked Jennifer's face hard enough that I thought she'd pop in no time.

Instead, she said, "Okay...Jen, you go catch your breath for a second. You'll need it, okay?"

"Really?" Jennifer looked up, obviously not ready to catch her breath yet. However, a look from Courteney was enough to quiet Jennifer and make her come off the both of us. I was amazed, yet Courteney didn't give me much time for it as she pulled me back into bed.

I settled on top of her in time for her to kiss me, deeply at first but gradually slower. This helped the both of us cool down - or at least myself - so we could ease into actual fucking and perhaps make it last longer than a minute. Once I inserted myself in her and started rocking, it was so far, so good.

"That's it, fuck me..." Courteney said quietly.

"That's it, fuck her..." I heard in a virtual echo. But it was just Jennifer sitting nearby - and fingering herself since we weren't doing it for her.

Once again, I was performing while someone was fingering herself to me. And the other woman too. If it didn't throw me off last time, it shouldn't do so now. Especially once Courteney distracted me by kissing me and putting her hands on my ass.

She let her hands roam all over my back and body, actually. She let them go under my chest as she kissed my chin and neck, tweaking my nipples and going down to my abs. I almost thought she would play with herself down below to match Jennifer, yet her hands stayed on me.

However, her eyes went back to Jennifer as she fucked herself louder, judging by her groans. It seemed all of us had been pretty fickle during this whole thing, really. And sure enough, Courteney went from fondling me to watching Jennifer fill her own pussy.

"All right, break's over," Courteney informed. I sighed and figured this meant my work was done for now. But Courteney looked at me to say, "Just sit up and carry on."

I had to just go with it - an almost sadly ironic phrase, considering. But any thoughts of Adam Sandler were thankfully erased, when his former co-star climbed onto Courteney's face.

While I sat up and kept fucking Courteney, all I could see in front of me was Jennifer's back and ass, which wiggled as Courteney's hidden face ate her out. It distracted me a bit too much at first, but I made up for it by putting my hands on Courteney's chest and pussy, respectively.

After tweaking them for several seconds, Courteney bucked herself back on me, her groans muffled against Jennifer. In contrast, Jennifer's were much clearer - even moreso when I reached over to hold her own chest.

"Fuck, that's all I need..." Jennifer hissed. Nevertheless, I tried to top myself by letting my left hand go down to her ass. I held onto her left tit and put her nipple in between my fingers, all as I squeezed her ass and Courteney kept eating her in front. In between, I still managed to fuck Courteney a bit too.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum...are you gonna cum?" Jennifer asked...somebody.

"Getting there," I barely heard Courteney before I could answer.

"Oh fuck...aw...oh, I just gotta!" Jennifer yelled, then turned her head to me. "I'm so sorry, you gotta get outta there! Jack off and finish on us or something, just...oh, mother, come on!"

That last frustrated command could have been directed at either of us, for any reason. But I had no choice to assume it was me. So with my remaining self control, I gave Courteney just two more deep thrusts and took myself out of her.

"Thanks!" Jennifer was courteous enough to tell me, before turning around and diving her head between Courteney's legs. It didn't take long for them to settle into a sixty-nine, which would likely take them the rest of the way home.

As for me, it appeared I'd have to do it myself. All I did was warm them up, and now they were handling it themselves. Which was how I'd have to do it too, apparently - only without a partner.

Yet after a few seconds of seeing them devour each other, closer and closer to climax, it didn't feel like I got completely screwed. I mean, I wasn't getting screwed in any way now, but...

But by the way they were going, I didn't have much time to waste clearing that up. And Jennifer did give me permission...

I put my hand on my cock and went to work, focusing on them almost as much as they focused on each other's pussies. They were lost in their own world of getting each other off, so I would do the same. Only they had a much bigger head start and a lot more help.

Then again, they were being more than helpful even if they weren't touching me. They were definitely helping each other get to the finish line. The louder they got on each other, the more I knew I wouldn't be far behind.

Jennifer's ass shook violently over Courteney's face, so it seemed she was the first to go. Courteney moaned and slurped hungrily, causing Jennifer to shake her head all over the pussy below her. When Courteney's legs started going up, it was clear she was the runner up.

That only left me bringing up the rear, while staring at Jennifer's. My right hand pumped and teased my cock, and I got desperate enough to use my left on my balls. Unlike Courteney, I was working my balls to make them completely drained.

But when I put my palm over my cock to rub the head, they finally erupted.

I closed my hand over myself right on time, letting myself cum on my hand. Jennifer had invited me to cum on them, yet there wasn't much to aim at but her back at the moment. And I didn't want to leak too much on her sheets, since I was still technically her guest.

Jennifer got herself off Courteney in time for both of them to watch me finish. When I composed myself, I saw just how drenched my right hand was, and how I'd indeed start leaking on the sheets any second. But before I did, Jennifer got a hold of me.

She took my hand and started licking much of my cum off, while Courteney got her head down to suck the rest of it off me. She sat back up just as Jennifer got done tasting me - then they kissed each other while I was fresh on both their mouths.

That made me collapse on my back, as my so-called youthful energy was drying up. Neither Jennifer nor Courteney said anything to me, even after I stopped hearing them kiss. Soon, they laid down on each side of me, but there was still nothing to say.

I couldn't look at them quite yet. I would never look at them the same way again, in real life or TV - and it would certainly make my first Friends binge watching session much odder than it would have been. But I didn't want to get a head start on that awkwardness yet.

For their part, they didn't speak to me either. Maybe it was taking them a while to remember I was there. After their show, it was somewhat understandable.

When they got out of bed, I briefly thought they were getting ready to leave. Before I got too disappointed, I saw them just stretching and standing near the bed. I rolled over and sat up, now seeing the two standing side by side and still naked together.

"I think we borrowed some of your stamina," Courteney commented. "And it's still anniversary eve for a little while longer."

I had no verbal answer for her or Jennifer. I just let myself watch them, really seeing them both in full view together for the first time. I had my chance to appreciate them individually, but like this...seeing every inch of their still sexy, still envious bodies together, knowing that time to ogle them like this was running out...

My youthful stamina was on the verge of coming back soon than I thought.

To confirm it, I stood on my feet and went over to them. It was certainly confirmed when they backed me up to the wall, then took turns kissing me.

It was Courteney who stepped back as Jennifer took over kissing and rubbing against me. But she returned to nibble my ear as Jennifer went down and kissed me lower. She got on her knees and started licking my still recovering cock, while Courteney kissed my lips and I got my hands back on her.

Jennifer batted my balls around with her tongue while I placed my head between Courteney's tits. She rubbed them against me and I rested my hand on Jennifer's hair, although she was bobbling enough on me herself - at least with what she had to work with.

Courteney took her chest off me and kissed down my neck, stopping at my right nipple. She played with it and sucked it while Jennifer slowly kissed up to the other side of my chest. When she got back on her feet and went to my right side, Courteney had room to kneel and take over duties on my cock.

Now Jennifer made out with me and made sure I fondled her boobs, as Courteney had more luck going down on me. I was half-hard and getting harder while her tongue teased me, and while Jennifer guided my head down to her breasts.

"You don't have to...make anything up to me," I said into Jennifer's tits, even as Courteney's mouth sucked extra hard.

"That's not why we owe you," Jennifer told me. Instead of explaining further, she took my head back up and kissed me, which was a good answer too.

Courteney popped off my cock, licked it thoroughly, then came back on her feet and took over kissing me. Both of them went back and forth on me for several seconds at a time, then Jennifer took over and made me sit on the edge of the bed. She soon joined me and rested on my lap.

After several moments of riding and grinding on me - to the point where I wondered if she did any 'extra' research for playing a stripper - I was hard enough for Jennifer to lift herself up and sit back down right on me.

Since we all had a lot taken out of us already, and it'd be a while before we were ready for one more pop, we could let ourselves go slower now. Courteney stayed on her feet and started inserting fingers into herself, which made it hotter but didn't make us go much faster.

Jennifer and I just moaned softly, with her riding me and my hands going all over her body. Courteney took her fingers out and sucked them, then put two back in deeper than before, which I watched as intently as I could. Between her and Jennifer's ride, my eyesight was pretty crowded.

I focused on Jennifer long enough to rub her pussy and hold her ass while she wrapped her arms around me. When I rested my head on her shoulder, I focused on Courteney long enough to see her finger herself standing with both hands. Although Jennifer was fucking me and my revived cock, Courteney was making herself louder.

"Yeah...now I want you to fuck me right now..." Courteney breathed. "Jennifer, let me fuck him now..."

Jennifer huffed, but rid me a few extra seconds before coming off me. Yet she bent down to suck me off, tasting herself and getting me extra wet for Courteney. She certainly didn't have trouble sinking down on me regardless.

Soon enough, Courteney was riding me and I was able to focus on rubbing and holding her. Unlike her friend, Jennifer sat down next to me before she began fucking herself. After a minute, she reached over with her free left hand to rub between Courteney's legs.

I joined in to rub her along while fucking her, as Courteney tightened around me and bucked her hips against our hands. Her own hands then went on my chest and pushed me onto my back, then she leaned them on me as she rode me faster. For her part, Jennifer kept fingering herself and her former co-star.

I just watched Courteney bounce and jiggle on me, reaching over to fondle her pussy and chest. Courteney just rode deeper, causing us both to gasp and moan. However, Courteney got herself to stop and take herself off me, only to go and hover herself over my face.

As my vision was flooded with Courteney's wet center, I felt consumed by Jennifer when she sank onto my cock. She rid me and picked up right where Courteney left off - and so did Courteney as she grinded on my face.

I could only lick away at Courteney and try to breathe while she rubbed herself on my mouth. And I could only pump my hips up in response to Jennifer fucking me. After they got distracted with each other so many times, it seemed like they were just set to please themselves on me now.

They were riding and using me for one last orgasm, and it was getting hard to mind. A lot of things were hard now, but only for this one last round. Even though I was at their mercy, though, I wasn't going to just lie there.

I rested my hands on Courteney's hips and licked and sucked away at her, meeting her thrusts and grinding my face on her. As for Jennifer, I had my hips pump away at her, then took my hands off of Courteney to rub her.

My mouth and hips kept on going while my hands went all around, going from both their chests to their pussies and back again. They just kept chanting "Fuck me" back and forth and demanded to cum one more time.

I met Courteney's demands by grasping her tits and holding them for dear life as I sucked her harder, then burrowed my tongue deep inside her. When I felt her getting close, I reached over to try and rub Jennifer closer, but she was riding me hard enough to do much of it herself.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fill you up...fuck, I haven't...this much since...oh, I need to cum now!" Courteney pleaded. I nibbled, sucked and then went over to finger her to seal the deal.

As Courteney started unraveling once more, Jennifer clenched around me and stated, "Fuck me, me next...oh, I'm cumming right with you and you! Give it to me while I cum right on your balls, babe...oh..."

With that fair warning, Jennifer got off of me just as Courteney began filling my mouth with cum. As I drank her down, Jennifer rested her pussy on my balls, then humped me while grabbing my throbbing, ready to blow cock.

I finished licking Courteney out even as I felt myself and her ready to go over. Courteney climbed off me and finally let me see Jennifer bounce herself to oblivion as she stroked me. Once she put her free left hand inside of her, she was finished.

And once her thumb and index finger rubbed my head the right way, I was finally finished. In fact, I started finishing on her tits before she went down and sucked the rest of me off.

However, Jennifer came back off just as Courteney arrived, in time to catch what was left of my cum. Once they each had my cum in their mouth, I was done - for tonight, and maybe for many many others.

I stayed down as Jennifer got on her back next to me and Courteney licked off the cum that got on her tits. She stayed and rested on top of Jennifer when she finished, which seemed like as good a place as any for her to rest for the night.

Lying next to these naked, enduring, endearing ladies after an historic night like this worked for me as well.

Despite my age, and despite their successful efforts to stay youthful, we were no spring chickens. We needed rest and recovery - even if we'd have to do it apart after we woke up. Or at least, after I'd have to do it apart from them. They would be there for each other, as obvious as that was - upcoming marriages, threesomes and all.

As for me, watching 10 seasons worth of DVDs should pass enough time until my balls filled up again. Maybe it'd even happen by the time Season Eight was finished.

THE END

[Robertdoc]

Hollywood's Hot Cougars 3: Kate Beckinsale

Originally published October 2014



She came. I was five minutes away from giving up, but there she was, knocking at my hotel room door.

Now that she came here, she would come all over...well, you're about to get the idea.

You'll feel smarter, and maybe more shocked, to know that 'she' is Kate Beckinsale. Movie star, one of the sexiest women in Hollywood even at 41, Kate Beckinsale. Married mother and movie star Kate Beckinsale - that's the one.

And yet here she is, entering the hotel room of someone who isn't her Underworld and Total Recall director husband. Someone 14 years younger than she is, and hardly a director - even one with mixed at best regard like her husband.

Yet after weeks and months of running into each other, talking to each other, sharing more, getting in more and more close spaces, and after tonight's encounter at the party, here we were. After my do or die offer for her to come up here if she wanted to 'have it out,' here we were.

Here she was, carefully coming into the room. Here she was in that same heart stopping, sultry form fitting red dress, which helped inspired my do or die offer.

The offer wasn't to have sex with me or else, as I assume we would have to actually talk before deciding what...this was. If it was the best case scenario, at least for me, then I was prepared - patting my pocket to be sure. If it wasn't as good for me, I was prepared to make the effort to walk away.

Either way, this had to come to a head. No more torture, masturbation filled sleepless nights, or very wet dream filled nights. No more needing to hide...certain reactions near her, no more biting my tongue, no more dares to dream that this could actually happen to me.

Forget dreaming, I had to know and I would tonight. But I made my case already. Now she had to make hers first, whether I had wiggle room or a need to argue back or not.

So I stood there at the center of the room, tried not to let my eyes wander all over Kate, and waited for her to say something.

I wanted to look into Kate's eyes, but they were moving all around. In fact, they seemed to be roving over me. Unlike me, she didn't let herself hold back from ogling - how was that possible?

There were more pressing questions when Kate marched up to me. Then I went into a total blank when she kissed me.

Eventually, it got through to me that this was indeed her answer. She was pressed up against me, kissing me with the abandon of someone who wanted to do so for months - the abandon I thought I'd have if I ever got the green light. Instead, here I was, freezing up.

Kate broke off, then kissed me again by the time I started to respond. I was still overwhelmed in the next few kisses, yet Kate began to slow down soon enough. By the time we were on the same page, we were both going slowly, and were both using our arms and hands.

Once we met in the middle, we stopped and caught our breath. Kate's eyes were half-open and darkened more than usual, like I imagined mine were as well. One of us should have said something, but the mood was getting too steamy to interrupt.

I carefully started off the next round, brushing my lips over hers. Kate pressed hers back, slow, gentle and languid. My arms went around her and felt the seductive shape of her body, making this even easier to slowly savor.

Our tongues got into the mix, sliding over the other and patiently exploring the other's mouth. My hands went down her waist, with my right heading to the bottom of her dress, which ended just underneath her knee. After my fingertips got to the shapely, taut skin of her long right leg, they began lifting the dress up to feel more.

I felt a purr from Kate enter my mouth, as her hands began to fist my shirt and tux. Our lips started going faster while she tried to start unbuttoning my clothes, and I tried to keep feeling her leg. We were getting pretty speedy by the time she broke off and just focused on my clothing.

I did my part by getting my tux and tie off, with Kate just holding back from ripping my shirt open. But when I got bare chested, Kate put her hands and lips back on me, to the point where I had to back the rest of me up. But by the time I felt myself being pressed against the nearest wall, I realized that was Kate's whole plan.

She broke away, saw me trapped between her and the wall, and said her first word since getting here. "Now."

"Now?" I repeated as my first word. "You don't want to be...more comfortable?" I asked, alluding to the bedroom that was really about 10-15 seconds away.

Yet when her hand went onto the center of my pants, she didn't need to say "Now" again to confirm. But she did anyway.

Thankfully, I had enough brain power to remember what was in my pocket. Grabbing a condom - and letting at least a few coins out in the process - I then unzipped myself and searched for my cock. Given its throbbing state, it wasn't a difficult search.

I lowered the front of my underwear enough to take it out, giving Kate a few seconds to inspect it. I waited for her to give an impressed or unimpressed word or sound, but nothing came. But I could have when Kate took my cock with her hand and rubbed her thumb over the tip, letting out an impressed hum then.

Steeling my all too steel cock, I got room to unwrap and put the condom on. The second I did, Kate pressed herself against me once more, giving enough room for me to lift her dress up. I rolled it up enough to reveal a pair of purple panties underneath, which Kate shifted enough so that I could put my tip right against her.

After getting her left leg around my waist, I put my arms around Kate's as we began to...connect. Even with a condom on, the sensation of her was still almost too much. So was the sight of her as she reacted to taking me in.

"There it is...I knew it," Kate muttered, using more than one word in her heated, now breathy British accent. She sunk herself deeper down my shaft, then arched her hips back as she tried to settle into fucking me. My own hips arched forward to help it along.

Fucking while standing up isn't ideal, and it couldn't have been all that comfortable for Kate in her position. Nevertheless, she made it look like she had to do it this way, because she couldn't wait for me anymore. That certainly inspired me to stop fucking around and start fucking.

My hips started pumping her while I held Kate's body in place and she tried to ride me. The rhythm and Kate's writhing upper body in that dress, not to mention her flushed face, was getting to me. So I stopped enough to spin her around and start fucking her against the wall while I could.

"Oh God, fuck me..." Kate said and commanded hotly. She wrapped both legs around my waist and I held her up around hers, while starting to finally kiss that long, swan-like neck of her.

My every sense was consumed by Kate, though they really had been long before tonight. But daydreams and night dreams had nothing on slamming my hips against her, having her ride me against the wall, letting me kiss and nuzzle her, hearing her groan and feeling her tighten around me.

Now I understood why she was that impatient coming in here. It really was a wonder I wasn't. Perhaps I was more of a gentleman than I gave myself credit for - although that veneer was falling apart at the moment.

I kept pumping and grinding harder into Kate, as she just held on in my arms. However, she soon began to buck her hips back, making me think that my brief moment of control was running out. She confirmed it when she rode me to such an extent that my knees almost buckled.

"You might need to lie down. For both our sakes," Kate voiced. I sighed and pulled out of her, figuring we'd be heading to the bedroom. But instead, Kate kept a hold of me and had me laying right on the floor before I knew it.

The next thing I knew, she was getting on top of me, dropping herself back down on my sheathed cock. She picked up right where she left off, only in a much more comfortable position. As for me, I was even more trapped when Kate got a hold of my wrists and pinned them to the ground.

She leaned on them as her hips kept going up and down, while her panting, hotly flushed face hovered over mine. There was nothing I could do but gape, at the feel of her, the sight of her and at my own oncoming, long overdue orgasm. Her overdue one seemed to be coming any moment now itself.

The only other thing I could do was arch my hips up and down to meet hers, and speed our release up just a little bit. As much as we both needed it, however, I wished I had the self-control to prolong it. I still didn't know if she just had to get this out of her system once - so I might have needed to savor it while I could.

But with that pussy tightening around me, that body riding me in that dress, and that face urging me on and looking ready to burst because of me...there was only so much I could hold back.

Although Kate was in complete control, it was me who used one big series of thrusts to put us overboard. I took a brief ego boost for that before my entire brain and body shut down.

Kate finally let go of my wrists and collapsed on top of me while we both shot off. Her head rested against my left shoulder, with her long hair tickling the side of my face. Getting my arms free, I could finally rest them around Kate in these last moments.

As we caught our breath, it only slowly dawned on me that I couldn't stay like this forever. As much as I might want to. But even with Kate resting on me, the floor beneath me wasn't as comfortable - and neither would my filled to the brim condom in a moment.

I finally made myself pull out of Kate and escape her grasp, getting on my feet to head for the nearest trash can. I found one close enough for Kate to see me remove the condom and throw it - and its contents - away. Once that was done, I could see Kate take her panties down, though she kept her dress on.

I zipped myself back up as Kate got up and said, "I think we can lie down on something with cushions now." She got herself up to head for the bedroom, and I caught up to her by the time she got in and plopped herself down.

For the next few minutes, we laid side by side on the bed - me without a shirt on, and her with her dress on sans panties. We didn't cuddle or even touch each other, as we just stared up at the ceiling quietly.

Now that we'd finally done it, it seemed like the easy part compared to actually talking afterwards - which clearly neither of us were eager to start yet, if at all.

But yet it was Kate who asked first, "That's not how you planned it to go tonight? Is it?"

"I'm sorry?" I asked, still getting the blood back to my head.

"You clearly planned this to happen tonight. Did you plan for it to happen...the way I made it happen?" she asked.

"Not like that tonight, no," I answered honestly.

"But you thought about it going that way before tonight?" she went on.

"Off and on," I replied. "When I...started thinking about it, you were usually in control. I took control in my head more later on...then it went back and forth. But I figured we'd need to go...slower at first tonight. To ease into stuff like that. If it was on the table."

"It started out slow for me. In my head. The first few times," Kate shared. "The first few times I...enjoyed myself to those thoughts, it was. Certainly the first time I did it while sleeping next to my husband. If I imagined anything hotter, it'd be harder to keep quiet, wouldn't it?"

"I...see your point," was all I could say to that.

"But I admit, I got pretty loud when I imagined the slower stuff by myself," Kate declared. "Those last few times we met, though...and tonight...when I touched myself in the bathroom before leaving the party...I don't know how I didn't scream. That's when I knew I had to come here...and do it just like that..."

"Fuck..." I gasped. "I can't believe you...imagined that with me..."

"I guess I have to believe you imagined that with me, though," Kate commented. "How much? Every day, every night, every other day or night? Just to give me a ballpark idea."

"Every other night when it started. Lately, though..." I heard myself admit. "Well...if it hadn't gotten that unbearable, I wouldn't have worked so hard to get you to come here. And come over there."

Kate let out a dirty little chuckle, further lightening the mood more than I would have imagined - to coin another phrase. The awkwardness was fading away, as it was being replaced by something more familiar. The same kind of itch I had for months - only now I knew how it felt to be scratched.

And now I was getting an idea of how much Kate wanted to scratch it too.

"I thought about you fucking me from behind against that wall," Kate said. "Even before tonight. But then I realized I wanted to see you completely come apart the first time. So I lived out that fantasy first."

"You sure did," I credited her. "It's not like you weren't living one of mine as well."

"I imagine we could say that about a lot of ideas," Kate predicted. "Like...you eating me out on your knees? I mean, to balance things out..."

"Of course...all things being equal," I said. It didn't escape my notice that Kate's hand was starting to drift down her dress at this point.

"When I let myself think about it...us...I at least wanted it done on my terms. That it wouldn't just be about pleasing you," she stated. "I wanted to put a fresh, young, new tongue and mouth to good use...in my head. I suppose I did it all too well...until having it in my head wasn't enough."

I looked at Kate in time to see her plunge her hand under her dress. "I should warn you...my fantasies set the bar pretty high, though," she warned before giving a little moan that went straight to my revived cock.

"I should probably tell you the same thing," I disclosed, my hand unconsciously drifting downwards.

"Then maybe we should...use full disclosure then. So we know what we need to top. Or what we need to match," Kate figured. She then sat up and reached for the back of her dress, which gave me the hint to find her zipper myself.

Once I did, she got up and stood in front of me with her back turned. I slowly lowered her zipper, seeing that there was a purple bra strap around her upper back. However, I knew there was nothing covering up the lower back now.

It was confirmed when Kate stepped out of the dress. However, I only got to see her glorious ass laid bare for a moment, before she planted it down back on the bed. Nevertheless, her pussy was right in view before she put a hand on it.

"Like I said...when I wanted to keep myself quiet, I imagined things nice and slow," Kate said, letting me see her circle a finger around herself. "But I imagine that wasn't a problem for you. So I can't imagine how far your mind went."

"Not as far as you might think. Not always," I corrected, starting to slip completely out of my pants this time. By the time I was in my underwear, Kate was slowly pleasuring herself, clad only in her purple bra.

Trying to catch up, I stated, "A lot of the time you were like that. Just lying there. Waiting for me. Until I put my head down...right where your hand is now." Lowering the front of my underwear, I continued, "I think my finger would be just as thorough as yours is right now."

"And so would a few other things, wouldn't it?" Kate asked, before lightly moaning thanks to her thorough finger. As for mine, they started to wrap around my cock.

"Yes..." I said while beginning to pump myself. "Whether you were beneath me...on top of me...or I was behind you..."

"There'll be time for all that..." Kate assured. Now that I knew that for a fact, I didn't need to hurry this up. I just watched Kate pleasure herself beside me, looking at me - this time for a fact and not just in her head. Naturally, the sight and sound helped me along better than imagining her ever did.

"I want all the time in the world. I want..." I lost my words when Kate arched her hips up and made me tug harder.

"I want...I want to get up..." Kate announced, before doing exactly that. Before I knew it, her back was turned to me again, yet I clearly saw her putting her hand back between her legs.

"I want you up too. Behind me," Kate panted. It took a while for me to remember where that idea came from. When I did, I got right on my feet, kind of relieved I wouldn't have to jack off to what Kate was doing - or else I'd be done pretty quick.

As it was, it was hard to just stare at Kate, and her every incredible, taut, rounded curve, and not grab myself in response. I'd have to fill my hands with something else during this, that was for sure.

Getting on my knees behind her, I quickly put my hands on her perfect hips, while trying not to drool right on her perfect behind. Instead, I put my watering mouth below it and on her pussy, beside the finger inside of it.

As Kate started groaning a little louder, I moved my right hand over to her pussy, rubbing what her finger and my mouth wasn't. "Oh, fuck, baby..." Kate moaned in her impeccable voice, making me squeeze harder between and beside her legs.

I took my tongue and face off her for a moment, watching her ass move and grind up against both our hands. For all the times her husband showed it off in leather in the Underworld movies, it still didn't do it justice.

To try and do some myself, I slid my palm over her left cheek, then the right, before dragging it down. I soon had a finger from both hands rubbing her, giving me time to think of something else. I regretted forgetting to shave my stubble earlier tonight, but now...

Taking a chance, I put my stubbly cheek against Kate's much smoother one. As I hoped, Kate got louder, and I thought I heard a little hiss too. Maybe our fingers had more to do with it, but at least I wasn't hurting things.

Once I rubbed my face over Kate's right cheek, she bent herself down deeper. Taking the hint, I removed my hands from her pussy and placed them on her ass, before diving my face back in from behind. I licked her opening and her finger thoroughly before Kate gasped and asked, "Hold on...wait one moment...just one..."

I let her go to the edge of the bed, where she laid down on her stomach and let her ass stick out from the side. This allowed me to sit on my knees behind it and go back in. She laid there, lying on her arm so she could still tease herself in the meantime, yet my tongue was taking over now.

"Yes, this is just how I wanted it...oh, fuck those dreams! And fuck me..." Kate voiced. My tongue was certainly getting to work on that. However, it wouldn't be enough to finish this.

Resisting the urge to just fuck her from behind with my neglected cock, I stopped rubbing her ass and let my fingers do it instead. My left index finger settled in right next to the tip of her right finger, and we both worked her pussy over. Then my own right finger took over, going faster and faster as Kate arched herself back.

"Tell me when you're close," I requested. Although I wasn't touching my cock, I might get close myself the more I saw Kate's ass push back. But fortunately, Kate answered me before too long.

"Now...whatever else you've got, do it now," she asked.

"What did dream me do?" I teased.

"Oh...let real you get creative! Just make me cum for real..." Kate insisted. When she was close, I planned to lick her out anyway, so that still seemed viable.

After a few quick finger thrust, I removed my finger and burrowed my tongue into her with no warning. I hoped the speed and suddenness of it would push her over the edge, like I always thought it would.

Indeed, reality could sometimes trump fantasy.

Kate's real cum finally went onto my mouth, and I finally got to lick it off. She caught her breath for real, said, "Oh...oh, about time. My arm was falling asleep," then rolled onto her back after I backed away.

I got on my feet just long enough to plop back into bed, lying beside a flushed, almost glowing Kate. Without anything else to distract me, I put my hand back on myself, lightly stroking the shaft. It didn't take long for Kate to notice.

"Oh, I see...though of this too, then?" Kate asked.

"Sometimes..." I answered. "I'm finding my imagination was pretty subpar, though..."

"I'm starting to know the feeling," Kate replied. "But there's still a few more ways to test that. Quid pro quo and all..."

Kate sat up, then reached back to finally start removing her forgotten bra. I only had to help the last step of the way, before she took hold of it and flung it away. She turned to show me her bare breasts, but promptly went back down between my legs.

Taking hold of my cock for me, she pressed my head onto her left nipple, teasing it into getting stiffer. She did the same with me on her right nipple, before putting my shaft against her mound. After then putting me against her left breast, she went down lower and placed her lips on my head.

"Mmmm...I'm willing to bet we shared this fantasy," Kate uttered against my head. She slid her lips down to my underside, kissed it and then slowly kissed down my shaft. Her seductive eyes stayed on me, then closed as she kissed halfway up my cock, yet licked up the rest of the way.

She finally slipped her lips over my head, sucking me down as slowly as possible. Her left hand palmed my balls while her right grasped my erection, covering every inch of me in some way. As she cupped and stroked me, she settled for slowly kissing and sucking on my tip, almost like she was making out with it.

Kate switched it up in short order, steamily kissing my balls while stroking me and letting her finger and thumb rub my head. When she had her fill down there, she kissed and licked up and down my shaft while cupping and rubbing me. Finally, she took me completely in her mouth, licking and sucking me and giving her hands a rest.

She slowly popped off and went back to kissing my head, but soon went back to sucking and stroking me. The next time she popped off, she kissed and licked down my cock, before merely jacking it off with her hand. "It's not so sleepy now?" I had to ask about her arm.

"I might need one more wake up call," she said. "I might need it shot right into my mouth, though," she went on, punctuating it by swallowing me down again. She bobbled up and down my cock, with my own hands getting busy and settling onto her hair and face in the meantime.

"Jesus," I hissed out, right as Kate came off me again and rubbed me against her cheek. Her tongue made its way back to my underside, teasing it until her lips went on it and smirked. Once she swallowed my head down, her tongue slid all over it like crazy while her hands pumped my shaft and balls.

My hips involuntarily went up, to which Kate only moaned against me. It made me arch up again, and I kept going after Kate came off and held me. I fucked her hand while mine cupped her face, holding it gently and letting my thumbs brush her lips.

Kate took my right thumb tip into her mouth, kissing and licking it, until she came off and did the same to my cock head again. She then stuck out her tongue and thoroughly teased my tip, stroking the rest of me even faster and making me set to burst.

Finally, she took all of me into her mouth, making me as wet as she could. After slowly sliding her mouth up and giving my head one last deep suck, she opened it up just as I couldn't hold back anymore.

I saw myself shoot into Kate's mouth, which caught every spurt. She held my staff in place until it stopped going off, giving her room to close her mouth and swallow everything down. Once that was done, she got back on her feet and headed off, as if nothing happened.

It took me a while to think clearly enough to be confused. By the time I got up and headed for the open door, I saw Kate gulping down a glass of water in the living room. Since I didn't have any toothpaste or toothbrushes lying nearby, this seemed to be her best option to wash me out.

I not only got up in time to solve that mystery, I was in time to see Kate walking back to the room and towards me. She wasn't trying to walk and move seductively, but her movement, legs and figure made it an inevitable side effect. Nonetheless, I made myself go back to the bed and sit down, where she got in and joined me moments later.

Again, we were lying next to each other after a hot encounter, although the silence wasn't quite as oppressive. I broke it faster by repeating, "Quid pro quo," as an accurate callback. Kate chuckled, yet the silence quickly returned.

"In our imaginations, we didn't account for recovery time, did we? Especially after the second time out," Kate pointed out. "Even if there's one more left in us, it might take a while. I suppose you should recover faster than me, but..."

Even with my youth, my cock still needed time after that blowjob. But the rest of me didn't need to wait that long. "Still need to kill some time before then," I set up.

I gave Kate a second to get the gist, then scooched closer to her. I let myself touch her chest for the first time, placing her left nipple between my fingers. Giving myself more room, I had Kate go on her back so I could get on top and get my mouth on her breast.

Teasing her nipple with my teeth, tongue and lips, I then kissed the rest of her breast before moving onto her right one. My left hand stayed on the left one to massage it while I suckled away on its twin. When that wasn't enough, I cupped both breasts and rubbed them together, licking and kissing between them.

My lips went up to Kate's neck while my left hand drifted down her toned body. My right hand went into her brunette hair, stroking it and the top of her head as I neared her center. Although my cock wasn't near hard enough to go in yet, this would do - and perhaps help speed the recovery process up.

We were relatively quiet while I settled my finger in and stayed steady on top of her. I ran my right fingers through her hair, until she arched her head back and exposed her neck. I credited myself on only thinking of making a Van Helsing joke for a half-second, before gliding my mouth across her neck and collar bone.

Kate's breathing picked up as I started suckling her skin, though I quickly realized I couldn't leave any marks. I had to settle for merely kissing her, but there wasn't much downside to that.

This carried on for a while until Kate reached down to take me. She helped get me close to hard again while I got her on her own way. Even as our hands got faster, our lips and tongues kept going slow.

My hand went from her hair to her cheek as we kissed deeper. For all the dirty fantasies I had - and apparently she had - there was something even more to be said on this.

I broke off to see this freshly kissed and fucked, famous and insanely gorgeous woman 14 years my senior, writhing under me while stroking my cock and letting me stroke her pussy. If that wasn't enough overkill, she quietly said, "I want you to fuck me now. God, just fuck me..."

After we moved our hands, I did just that.

This time around, we could lie down on a comfy surface as we fucked. This time, she let me be on top. This time, we didn't need to burn off so much tension. This was just a bonus for getting rid of it, really.

Kate just breathed against my mouth, not saying much except "Yes." That was mostly the extent of my vocabulary as well. For some time, merely sitting there and fucking her was all I needed to do.

Eventually, I felt the need to keep my hands busier. So I busied my left one by cupping her breast and teasing her nipple. I rubbed it and made it fully stiff, then did the same with her right nipple. By that time, however, I needed more room.

Sitting myself up, I kept Kate lying on the bed, getting a full look at her upper body below. Her long, sexy legs wrapped around my waist, reminding me to reach back and rub them up and down. She then took over rubbing her own breasts and nipples, sounding louder in the process.

When my hands were done on her legs, they were able to cup both her breasts as she focused on her nips. My hips started going faster, which made her tits bounce a bit more in our hands. As the pace picked up, my imagination started going wild again as well.

"I need you on your hands and knees. Just for a little while," I was inspired to say. I thrusted deeper a few more times, before pulling myself out of her. Kate slowly removed her legs around me, allowing me to back up as she got into the new position.

To get the most out of it, I got onto the floor and stood on the left side of the bed. Kate backed up to meet me, and once her ass was bent over and within range, I held it while getting back into her pussy. She arched back to cover me the rest of the way, keeping it up as I got back into my pace.

Although I had her ass bent over for me before, having it wiggle and collide against my hips while I fucked her was a whole other league. So many 20 year olds - male and female - would kill for this 41-year-old ass. But I didn't have any blood on my hands - just her hips.

It was starting to feel like I was more than halfway to my last orgasm, at the least. As easily as it would be to get there in this position, I probably couldn't keep Kate like this the whole time. So I got my last fill of her on all fours, before telling her, "Okay, that's a little while."

I pulled out and let Kate roll over, quickly lying on her after she did. But yet again, she used her strength and stunt experience to take back control, rolling me onto my back in no time.

She didn't need to hold me by the wrists to keep me in place. She just moved her hips up and down, tightening and squeezing my cock, as her upper body pressed against mine. I put my hands on her back and slowly slid them down, getting another grip on her ass as it bounced between them and my hips.

I pushed my hips up while my hands glided on her waist and Kate's head rested against mine. Again, we merely breathed heavily and could easily see in our eyes how hot and close we were. Even when our groins picked up speed, our eye lock didn't break.

My hand went back between our legs, rubbing her in hopes of getting her overboard first. At that point, I remembered I actually didn't put a condom on, and needed a place to shoot off soon. If I got Kate off before then, maybe she could help with that.

But Kate thought even faster, taking herself off me and sitting herself up. She rested herself pretty much right on my balls, riding them and putting a hand on herself, brushing my cock in the process.

I reached over, incapable of doing nothing but trying to rub her too. She took her hand off her pussy and put it around my cock in return. Now she was bouncing on my lap while we jerked each other off, waiting for one last blast.

"Fuck me, fuck me until I cum on your balls," Kate urged. I had to start inserting fingers to make that a reality. Even when she rubbed my tip and underside with her thumb, I kept going.

Somehow, she was even closer than I was. Somehow, I endured being under her thumb long enough until she started spasming and tightening around my fingers. Somehow, I made myself only watch as she let herself go one last time.

She squeezed my cock in the meantime, barely keeping me from following her over the edge. But when she finished, she got my fingers out of her and brought them up to suck on. As she sucked her juices off me and resumed jacking me off at the same time, there was no more holding back.

As she popped off my fingers, I started popping off myself - only she aimed it so that it shot up and landed on me. Most of my cum landed on my groin and lower stomach, though some went on Kate's hand as it kept holding my cock. When I finished shooting everywhere, she was able to let go.

The minute she did, Kate came off my lap and laid down, putting her head back between my legs. She couldn't suck my cock again, but it soon became obvious why she let much of my cum get on my body. Since it got on me, it would be easier for her to lick and clean it off herself.

After cleaning me up, she kissed up my body and stopped right on my lips - not as concerned this time about kissing me with my cum fresh in her mouth. I really had no reason to be either.

As she broke off and rested against my neck, I only had one concern. The concern I figured, feared, and almost hoped I'd have all along. But it was the one concern I couldn't avoid any more. Or at least the one I was most willing to give into.

"We gotta do that again."

For some reason, Kate no longer feared coming to that conclusion either.

THE END

[Robertdoc]

Hollywood's Hot Cougars 4: Gabrielle

Originally published October 2014



February 2013

I'd never had sex with a black woman before.

That probably shouldn't have been right on my mind as I went into the backseat of Gabrielle Union's car. But it was a little less overwhelming than other topics.

Like the fact that I had been running into a famous, sexy actress at Miami clubs for the last few weeks in the first place. Or the fact she'd actually talked to me in them. Or the fact she confided in me about her recent separation with Heat superstar Dwayne Wade - one that actually wouldn't last. But neither myself nor her knew that at the time.

And then there was the newly discovered fact that she wanted to start getting over him. With the furthest thing from him. A.k.a., me.

Someone who was 13 years younger than the 40-year-old Union, someone who wasn't a basketball player or athlete - unlike Wade and fellow ex Jason Kidd - and someone who was white. That was the complete opposite of Dwayne Wade, all right.

Maybe I was merely someone who met those checkmarks. Maybe the fact I did, and she'd actually talked to me these last few weeks, made her less patient to find someone else. Maybe heartache was making her think less than straight, although she really hadn't shown much anger or tears. Not in front of me, anyway.

I didn't know if she just thought of this idea, or planned it all along. If she'd been testing me all along, that was one thing. If she had no plans or expectations to get this far with me until now...that opened a whole new can of worms.

The responsible thing to do would be to stop and sort that out. And get a better sense of just how separated Gabrielle and Dwayne really were. There were multiple ways this could come back to bite me in in the ass - in the bad way - if the wrong moves were made at the wrong time.

Instead, what outweighed that was the mere fact she wanted to take me to her place. And that this was the culmination of weeks of talking, suspected flirting and actual flirting. And the shallower fact that this was a famous, stunning celebrity who wanted to do this with little old me.

And at the last minute, as we got to her car at the back of the club, I added the rationalization that I'd never been with a black woman before.

That was the last one I needed before I got into her backseat - and Gabrielle put hers on my lap once she got in with me.

"Now?" I asked, trying to think of anything other than the feel of her ass against my crotch. It was a battle I couldn't win, though. "I thought we were...leaving first."

"It's been a while for me. I gotta be picky," Gabrielle started. "I didn't figure this out lightly, you know. So I should at least have a taste before I drive you anywhere." After a pause, she added, "Maybe you need one too."

I didn't really need that much to make up my mind. With Gabrielle in my lap, wearing a light grey dress with a fair amount of cleavage, and with the fact it wouldn't take much to roll her dress up, I could decide then and there. But if she thought I needed more to go on...

Which included leaning in and kissing me, apparently.

While Gabrielle already had her legs around me and lips on me, I only took till now to touch her and kiss her back. The second I felt her body and felt her lips moving back against mine, I knew I'd waited too long. No sense holding back now, though.

Nevertheless, we just stayed there and kissed, hot and bothered but content for the moment. Until Gabrielle started to move her hips, gliding her full, round ass against my obvious bulge. I pulled back to catch my breath, then exhaled heavily again when she moved her ass on me again.

She gave me one of her big, million dollar smiles, but there was a naughty tinge to it. At that point, my hands went up from her back and feeling her dress, to brushing her neck and actually feeling her luscious bare skin.

Between the bare feel of that and the feel of her clothed ass on my cock, I was still barely breathing. The least I could do is return the favor, though.

I had Gabrielle arch her hips up, so I could roll up her dress enough to put my left hand under it when she came back down. I could feel that she did have underwear on, but my fingers had no trouble moving the front of it to the side. As I started doing that, I rested my face against her neck, no longer contest with feeling her skin.

The second I kissed her neck, I knew I wouldn't take my mouth, lips or tongue off of her for a long time. If ever. Or maybe I'd wait until my finger was done down below. It was making progress brushing her wet pussy and clit, which Gabrielle further proved by moaning and starting to move her ass around again.

Soon enough, she rolled her ass up and down my groin as my finger started pumping her, and I kept kissing, licking and suckling every inch of her that my mouth could reach. Indeed, I didn't take my entire mouth off her for longer than a second.

For some reason, I had enough memory left to remember one of Gabrielle's comments at that moment. Fueled by that, I finally pulled my face from her, pulled my finger out of her, and put my wet finger in my mouth - getting the taste of her she suggested I needed.

Yeah, she got it right again. "All right, there's my taste," I said out loud in case she didn't get it. But she did anyway.

After I licked my lips of her. Gabrielle put her lips back on mine again. Her ass resumed riding me, and this time, my hands were ready to meet it. I lifted the back of her dress, placed my hands on the back of her panties, yet quickly slid them over to the thick, heart shaped flesh underneath.

I pulled my lips back, needing to exhale again. Gabrielle smiled, more teasingly than wide this time. She put her hips up again, which I took as a cue to slide the back of her panties completely down. With her legs still around me, I couldn't take them off, but they weren't covering the juicy parts anymore.

I let myself put both hands on her naked, glorious behind for a few moments, but I did need to take one of them away. So I did, letting my left hand go back over to her pussy, fingering it anew while my right hand stayed on her ass.

With that, Gabrielle resumed bucking herself against my finger and rolling her ass over my clothed, throbbing cock. Between that and cupping her smooth, gorgeous behind, I was barely holding it together.

Then I had the bright idea of actually thrusting my hips and groin against her. She then had the bright idea to lower her dress straps. My next bright idea was to take my hands up and lower the top of her dress, revealing her braless, full breasts and mouth wateringly hard, chocolate nipples.

My hands returned to her pussy and ass as my mouth latched onto her breasts, barely keeping myself from completely biting her nips. I settled for suckling them and her boobs while she rode me and arched against me harder and faster than ever.

"Oh God, that's it. Taste me, fuck me..." Gabrielle started saying. "You wanna cum in your pants, I won't stop you..." That almost made two of us. "Then you'll have to go somewhere to dry them off and take them off...won't you?"

The logic was almost airtight. Not to the extent that her pussy was tightening on my finger, but close.

In response, I wiggled my finger inside her, squeezed a perfect cheek from behind, and deeply sucked on a perfect nipple in front. Gabrielle just kept riding my lap, rubbing herself on my finger and on top of my cock. She even held my face as I kissed in between her tits.

Finally, she lifted it up to kiss me, slide her tongue into my mouth, and then take it out and glide it over my cheek. Her wet, full lips and mouth started kissing and rubbing my face and neck as much as mine had on her. It was all too much.

When Gabrielle went to my ear, rubbed her lips over the lobe and suckled it down, my finger went out of control. So did my other hand as it palmed her ass, tempted to start spanking it. However, she groaned right into my ear and started cumming before that.

Not too long later, so did I. Right in my pants.

Gabrielle's wetness started coating my left index finger, while my own went all over the inside of my underwear and my thighs. I would have been more embarrassed, if not for everything other than me cumming in my pants. Even when that fully registered, I remembered her practically giving me the green light.

In fact, she seemed to encourage it. There was too much sexy evidence to suggest otherwise. Indeed, I would really need to go home and wash my underwear and pants. And Gabrielle's home was closer than mine.

Now I got it. She tested me out, gave me an actual legitimate, urgent excuse to go to her house - and it seemed like she had ideas on how to pass the time there. Ideas that involved more than fingers, and more clothes coming off.

Currently, my top idea was to get my finger out of her, which Gabrielle quickly kissed and licked before kissing and licking my lips. She shot me another big smile after that, unwrapped her legs around me, and sorted herself back to normal. Once her panties and dress were back where they were, she got herself out of the backseat and got up front to drive.

I stayed in the back, not particularly fit to walk just yet. Besides, walking around at the moment, with what was going on in my pants, wasn't something I wanted to hurry up. At least things would start to get drier by the time we got to her house.

Indeed, I was in somewhat better shape to walk out when we arrived at Gabrielle's. I adjusted to walking with damp underpants - remembering Gabrielle was probably doing the same thing. It gave me an odd sense of equality as we made our way inside her house.

After taking a bit of a tour, Gabrielle brought me to her laundry room. Getting the hint, and feeling myself more ready for what might happen next, I started removing my pants and everything underneath them.

When I threw them in the washer, put detergent inside and turned it on, there was nothing left to distract me from Gabrielle seeing my cock for the first time. The noise was somewhat bothersome, but we could ignore that. I hoped that I was somewhat distracting to her, anyway - and I stood a better chance now that I wasn't as flaccid.

"Sit up," was all Gabrielle said. Trusting her judgment, I sat on the vibrating washer and managed to keep myself from sounding weird. But the sounds I made when Gabrielle put her hand on my growing cock were harder to contain.

It got worse when Gabrielle bent her head down to start kissing and tonguing my cock. I threw my head back, then looked down to truly take it in. Her lush lips slid over the underside of my head, her dark hair almost tickled my thighs, and her utterly gorgeous face looked so peaceful and at ease with my cock inside of it.

I threw my shirt off, feeling hotter with it on now. Completely naked, I placed my hand into her hair and held on - not too hard, of course - as Gabrielle's sultry lips, hot mouth, smooth tongue and soft moans surrounded my cock.

She sucked it down extra hard before slowly coming off, then stood straight up, to my initial disappointment. But like I did moments earlier, she paused to get the last bit of clothing off of her. Once her dress fell to the floor, she stepped out and bent back down to suckle me, now completely naked too.

This gave me an actual look at her incredible ass, bent over and in the air. I wanted to reach over for another few squeezes, but I wasn't in the right position. I just settled for putting my hands in her hair, then onto her face, savoring the pure silk of her facial cheeks, the pure silk of her mouth surrounding mine, and the pure sight of my light hand on her darker face.

Gabrielle looked up with her deep eyes, bobbed lower on me a few more times as my thumb stroked her cheek, then popped off once again. "Okay...I need to sit down now," she declared, standing straight up again.

She motioned for me to get off the washer - which I barely remembered I was sitting on at this rate, regardless of the vibration. But I remembered enough to get off, leading to Gabrielle taking my place. Now she was sitting on the washer, savoring how it moved around below her, and parting her legs open in the meantime.

It was my turn to bend down and put my head between someone's legs. It was my turn to thoroughly lick someone and devour them. Although I'd already tasted Gabrielle, doing it right from the source was worth the slight discomfort of bending down in this position.

Gabrielle's moans, gyrating crotch, and the feel of holding her naked hips were added bonuses. After a while, my hands went up to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples again. Indulging in that while wiggling my tongue around inside her was almost too much right there.

Perhaps I needed to hurry this along in more ways than one. But I still stayed down there for an extra minute, in case Gabrielle needed more time to savor this position. However, it probably took about 40 seconds until she said, "I need more than your tongue now..."

I could have given her my fingers in response, and I did let my thumb stroke her opening for a moment. But instead of pushing it in, I stated, "Then stand up and turn around."

I stood up straight, making sure my back was okay as Gabrielle got up from the washer. She turned herself around, put her hands on the washer and pressed her hips against it, moaning anew from the vibrations. All I needed to moan was the sight of her bare, shapely ass sticking out in front of me, though.

I had just wanted to get behind her and start fucking. But before I knew it, I was right on my knees behind her instead. And despite my earlier plans to bypass using my fingers, I started using them anyway while my mouth glided up her right leg.

Yet again, I wasn't going to take my mouth off her for a moment. Especially not once I got to...the area above her legs. I could have kept my mouth on there for a long time - to the point where it'd probably wind up right in the middle eventually. But I was still smart to know that would be ill-advised.

Not wanting to delay the inevitable any further, I got on my feet and took my fingers out, leaving Gabrielle ready to accept my cock. Yet as I grabbed it and brought it towards her pussy, I thought of one last reason to hold off.

Instead of putting myself in her pussy, I leaned my shaft right up against the crack of her ass. Immediately, it looked like one of the best decisions of my life, among other things.

"You like that, huh?" Gabrielle spoke up. There were technically words to answer that, but none were coming to mind. So I settled for grabbing hold of her ass, pushing both cheeks against my shaft and thrusting between them. At that point, she turned her head around.

"Oh...now I see it," she moaned. God, why didn't I do this before? There must have been others...like her in my social circle over the years that I could have...

No. It ended up here, so it all worked out. And judging by how Gabrielle was pressing herself against the washer, letting its vibrations work on her as I worked on her ass, it was working for her too.

God, I could cum right now and it'd be okay. Shoot all that cum all over that ass, that body...I'd have enough for one more after that, right?

Best not to take chances, though.

I indulged in just a few more thrusts, and in rubbing her cheeks against me just a little longer. But finally, I took my cock out from between her crack, and put it right into her pussy at long last. By then, it slid right in.

"Oh, fuck..." Gabrielle said it for me. She said it again when she leaned her hands on the washer, bent down a bit further and backed her ass up. I said it even louder when I pulled out and thrust back in, seeing her jiggle as a result.

I got louder still when my hands left her hips and reached around to her breasts, taking her nipples as I started pumping faster. I tweaked her breasts and dropped my lips to her shoulder, kissing her there as if she needed any more stimulation. As if what I was already doing wasn't pushing her close - or so I hoped.

When I rested my chin on her shoulder and she turned her head, however, it sure looked promising.

Gabrielle burned a hole in my eyes as I felt her grind herself against me. Yet when she went in to kiss me, it was nice and slow although we were going faster down below. Inspired, I gently took her bottom lip into my mouth and suckled it down, trying my best not to bite it - not too hard.

We managed to kiss sensually for a while, yet Gabrielle quickly slid her tongue deeper into my mouth before long. I did the same to her the next time out, then we both opened up and let our tongues dance together. All the while, I kept fucking her and rubbing her nipples along.

When we broke off, I kept looking at her while my right hand left her chest and went down to her pussy. It rubbed her along as I kept fucking, not breaking any eye contact with Gabrielle. Once I rubbed her enough to get my finger wet, I brought it back to her nipple and rubbed it along.

"Oh, shit, motherfucker..." Gabrielle called me, throwing her head back. In response, I brought my left hand down to rub her, then brought it up when I could get her other nipple wet with herself.

Gabrielle just pushed back harder and faster, losing herself and tipping me over too. I took my head off her shoulder and stood straight, content again to watch her back and ass move around. There was only so much more movement I could stand, though.

"I'm gonna cum in something else again soon..." I warned.

"Take it out...I wanna see it this time..." Gabrielle gasped. "Make us both cum with those fingers...shoot that hot white cum all over me..." It'd be a tall order - at least one part of it might - but I could give it a shot.

Pulling out before I lived to regret it, I immediately put my left hand between Gabrielle's legs and put my right hand on my cock. I started fingering her right away, giving her a fighting chance to cum first. But as soon as I started tugging while watching her trying to cum, almost no head start would be enough.

I settled on holding out for 20 seconds before I started jerking myself too. Gabrielle turned her head, tightening herself around my two left fingers while my five right fingers pleasured myself. But all the pleasure really came from seeing Gabrielle.

It also came from playing back those last words in my head. Thinking of shooting myself and how it would look on her...on that ass...and how she'd see it and apparently get turned on too...

Like she clearly was right now while fucking my fingers and watching my cock...

I practically squeezed her pussy and my cock at the same time. Nevertheless, it was clear I was gonna give out first. I could only try to aim my cock at her ass, and it was a direct hit.

I tried my best to aim the next few spurts at her upper back. I also made sure Gabrielle was watching too. I also saw she was still moving herself around, but not enough to make me miss.

Yet it was enough for her to tighten around me harder. I regained enough brain power to wiggle my fingers around too. Between that and seeing my cum on her, it appeared to be the clincher.

I started catching my breath just as Gabrielle started cumming on my hand. This time, she couldn't keep her head turned, throwing it back as she gave out. I kept an eye on her for the both of us, though - especially since I didn't want my cum dripping off her and onto her floor.

It was still in place by the time I pulled my wet fingers out of her. At that point, Gabrielle turned back to me, then reached her hand back to grab my arm. Doing the best she could in her position, she made me drop my wet hand on her - and on top of my cum.

I was briefly grossed out from touching my own cum, until I remembered how this part started. Besides, I had to catch my own a few times when tissues weren't available.

By then, it made me remember there was actually a paper towel roll right nearby - yet I sensed that wasn't how Gabrielle wanted me to wipe it off. Not yet.

So I let the hand that now had both our cum underneath it glide over her back, rubbing my cum deeper onto her skin - and mixing it with her own juices. When the job was halfway done, though, I did reach over to get a few paper towels, however.

But Gabrielle then suddenly turned around, took the towels out of my hand, and started licking it before it got too clean. She then put the towels in my other hand and made me reach around. Getting the idea, I rubbed the paper against her back and ass, getting the rest of the cum off her while she licked the remnants off my other hand.

"Perfect mix," she said none too subtly. But that element went out the window long ago.

Once we were both finished, I dropped the dirty towels and let my bare right hand hold her bare skin again, while Gabrielle put her lips back on mine. We were just standing nude together, flaccid and spent but still kissing and pressed against each other - and still overtaken by the feel of it.

With things cooling down, I could take my time holding Gabrielle's naked body in my arms. She did the same with me, running her hands up and down my back as her tongue kept diving in and out of my mouth. I was vaguely aware of her backing me up to the nearest wall too.

After my back hit that wall, I noticed more clearly. And I noticed how Gabrielle was moving her lips down my face and onto my neck. She was the one kissing me like she couldn't afford to take her lips off my skin for a moment.

I got why I wouldn't want to do that on her skin. But her with mine...was a more radical concept for me.

Nevertheless, the only sounds were the washer and her quiet moans as she licked and suckled my neck and collar bone. Her hands went down to my hips, reaching around to give my ass attention and squeezing for once.

Technically, I should be quicker to recover than she would, given my younger age. That and the fact she's more...inspiring for that sort of thing than me. Right?

"We should lie down," Gabrielle broke my train of thought. I almost laid down on the hard floor then and there, but I was still capable of coming to my senses. Not for the first time tonight, I wondered if Gabrielle would too. Yet it seemed we were both too far gone.

Soon, we were gone from the laundry room, finally getting away from the noise. It got much quieter as Gabrielle led me upstairs, to her bedroom, and finally to her actual bed. When I laid down on it, Gabrielle soon laid down right on me.

But after indulging in her kisses, and indulging in being able to lie down while feeling her up, I wanted her to relax for a while.

Taking her, and perhaps myself, by surprise, I rolled her over. Leaning up, I looked down on her to take her in before I completely lost my mind. After I had enough of it committed to memory, I went back down to utterly devour her.

First I covered my mouth over her left breast, not for the first time - but getting to do it in a bed was much more comfy. The same applied for suckling her right breast as well, as well as kissing down her waist and stomach.

My busy hand didn't stop touching her upper body, or the sides of her midseason, once my head got down to her pussy. Her legs rested on my shoulder as she relaxed, leaned back and let me start trying for a threepeat.

My own journey towards...the end of an orgasmic trilogy was starting to grow, but I brushed that aside. I merely let Gabrielle's juices cover my tongue, and tried to make some more by massaging her all over. However, I ultimately let my hands do more good between her legs.

Sitting up on my knees and between her legs, I let her see my hands rub her pussy and take turns rubbing inside it. When I had a finger from each hand enter her pussy, Gabrielle pushed back and pinched her own nipples.

Yet even that wasn't completely enough - as I should have guessed when she saw my growing cock.

"All right, you had your chance. It's my turn," Gabrielle declared out of nowhere to me. She took herself off me and sat up, so I was a little more prepared when she put me on my back this time. But when she reached over and started fingering herself while she began sucking me off again, it took me a bit by surprise.

Not having to sit on a vibrating washer made quite a difference while getting sucked off. Of course, Gabrielle's actual talents in sucking me off were still one hell of a constant. Especially with the vibrations she made on me from fucking herself.

I liked to think some of the pleased moans had to do with my cock too. Yet beggars couldn't be choosers. I'd know what the former would feel like in a few seconds anyway.

"Please, please..." I babbled right on cue. Given where I was right now, I really shouldn't have begged for anything. Given that she was doing all the work on both ends, I was really being ungrateful. Still, with the work she was doing, I wasn't responsible for anything that came out of my mouth, because of what was in hers.

"Please what? Please fuck me? Please cum on my cock before I cum in your mouth?" Gabrielle asked once her mouth was freed. "Don't worry, I got it."

I wasn't worried before. Yet when she sucked me off extra wetly, came off, sat up and put herself on my lap, I was petrified. Or maybe that was just because I couldn't move a muscle - or anything that might trigger me going off already.

Just like when this started, Gabrielle was riding me on my lap. This time there was no clothing to separate us, and her ass and pussy were riding me bare. I was also lying on my back in a bed, but that was the smallest upside.

Finally trusting myself to move, I took my hands and placed them on her hips, helping her to bounce higher and faster. It wasn't really like she needed my help, but I wanted something to do besides trying not to cum. After a while, I thought of something more useful.

Both my hands returned to her pussy, rubbing it all around just as before - only with the big, throbbing difference inside of her. On that end, I started pumping my hips up, helping it get deeper in case she couldn't do it all on her own.

It seemed the both of us were just good enough - I knew Gabrielle was. She steadily rode me and breathed heavily, settling into a nice pace. Since we already came twice, we could probably keep this up for a good long while.

That suited me fine, all things considered. I really had to savor this one while I could, despite my fears in the heat of the moment. But now, the longer I had to fuck her and let this woman writhe on top of me, the better. When I knew that one more big burst was needed, I vowed to really speed it up.

For now, I watched, took in Gabrielle, took Gabrielle in other ways, and helped her rub herself closer. As her moans and fucks picked up, I knew I'd probably have to move soon. When she started saying, "Fuck, make me cum..." it was my cue.

Making myself sit up, I put my left hand between her legs, cupped the back of her head with my right, then put her down on her back. Lying on top of her, I rubbed and fucked her hard while arching her head back and deeply suckling her neck, letting my lips and tongue get some final deep tastes in.

"Oh, you fucking...oh, eat up, eat that..." she couldn't finish. Yet I still did what she said. "Fuck, you got a real...taste for chocolate? Oh fuck...I don't care what flavor, it's been too long..."

Okay, now that was enough. I don't know if she was trying to say stuff like that for my benefit, or because she was really into...that kind of angle. She didn't have to try that hard, but for making the effort - and for other reasons - I really wanted her to cum now. Regardless of how that would end this.

If it was going to end soon and I wouldn't get another chance, I would at least make it a particularly memorable ending.

To that effort, I stopped my hips and left my left hand rub her hard. When that alone wasn't enough, I stopped my hand and thrusted even harder into her. My face stayed right on her neck as I listed to her groans and tried to make them louder.

Judging by how Gabrielle locked her hands onto my ass this time, it was working anyway.

I let my hand try to rub her at the same time I fucked her, although it was hard to stay focused enough to do it. But when I concentrated on my hips and drove deeper inside her, it made up for my lack of handy work.

It took a few more minutes before I changed things up, taking my cock out and inserting my fingers before Gabrielle could react. Yet her reaction after I started pumping my hand was telling. She hissed and grit her teeth, making it the perfect time for me to take my fingers out and shove my cock back in.

"Fuck! Fuck, I'm gonna..." Gabrielle warned. Nevertheless, she tried to put her hands between our bodies to help rub herself. Still, I brought myself to give one last big burst, so at least most of her orgasm would be because of me.

It seemed when she started wiggling and tightening below me, I had gotten my wish.

I laid my head back on Gabrielle's neck, trying to hold on as she came around my cock for the first/probably last time. After all, she wanted to suck it off me herself, or so she said then.

I let her come down and catch her breath instead of reminding her. I would have been content to just jack myself off and cum on her again - she seemed to be into it last time. Yet as I tried to rationalize other solutions, Gabrielle came to one of her own.

Her solution was rolling me onto my back again, coming off me and going down my body. Using energy I almost didn't think she had left, she grabbed the bottom of my wet cock, holding it so she could lick every inch up and down.

"Come on...I need it now," Gabrielle asked. I don't know why I didn't give it to her the minute her lips slid down my head. When they slid down the rest of my shaft, however, it didn't look so foolish.

A few more deep suckles later, I was ready to comply. With one thrust of my hips, I spilled every remaining drop I had into her mouth.

In the end, I came inside two places and out in the open once. At least with her mouth, it wouldn't take too long for her to rinse it out. Her washer was probably still working on my paper, but I'd lost all track of time and worry about that.

All that mattered, at least until one of us remembered my pants and underwear had to go in the dryer, was her coming off me and humming in pride. Then all that mattered was her crawling back up my body and resting on top of it. And although I was really spent this time, I let my hands roam her body anyway.

"I did need that," Gabrielle said quietly, before resting her face against my neck.

Whether she needed it from anyone else later on, I didn't find out - or get much of a chance to. Whether it mattered if I was the only one she had before getting back together with Dwayne Wade, I didn't know.

But he fathered a baby with another woman in the meantime, so she had the biggest free pass in history - which might help explain why I'm still alive to tell the tale now. And why having sex with a black woman, famous or not, won't be the last thing I get to cross off my bucket list.

THE END

[Robertdoc]

Hollywood's Hot Cougars 5: Amy Poehler

Originally published October 2014



January 2013

Amy Poehler was dressed to the nines for our date.

She had a black dress on that wasn't very short, but just short enough to catch the eye. Her chest was covered up, but the dress was form fitting enough to show she had a formidable pair bundled up. Above, her blond hair and blue eyes were done up just right, in that mix of being adorable and being fucking gorgeous that she mastered all too well.

I tried to honor that balance by not being too pervy in checking her out, but letting her see she was getting to me. I was kind of used to it by now, since this was date number three between us. And I was used to trying to hold myself back, given the sensitive state of her personal life.

It had been four months ago that she and fellow comedy star Will Arnett stunned their cult audiences by announcing their separation. It was clearly not the most ideal subject to talk about with her, but it was touchy enough for her friends at the Parks and Recreation set to prop her up.

I believe it was Aubrey Plaza and Rashida Jones who were most encouraging of her to actually date me when they saw us talk. It was certainly them who threatened me with playful/deadly serious warnings when it came to Amy. I already knew not to screw up with her, but there's nothing like being threatened by famous friends to really drive it home.

There was a reason they were so protective and caring around her, though. Anyone who watched her on TV and knew anything else about her could figure it out. After watching her faithfully on TV and movies for over a decade before actually meeting her, I had a good idea.

I was a rather ordinary 28-year-old, non-famous person. Now someone as brilliant, funny, beautiful and full of life as Amy Poehler was trying to move on from her long-time marriage with me. I was well aware of how responsible I had to be.

On the surface, an outsider wouldn't be able to tell Amy was going through that much. She was cracking jokes during her stories from the set, smiling brightly and seeming to be the light of the two-person party. It wasn't anything unexpected from her, really.

When she brought up how this was our third date, and what that meant, I certainly got much less suspicious. Yet on the drive back to my place, the nerves did start to set in.

It was obvious that if we were doing...what third dates usually bring about, it would be her first time since her separation. Combined with the usual nerves before having sex for the first time with someone new, and the additional nerves of doing it with a beautiful celebrity and long time crush...well, it was both an ideal and unbearable combo.

I tried to get it together, since these nerves could turn into something...more embarrassing during the act. I was in a zone trying to get myself stable, all throughout the second half of the ride home. I was so focused, I didn't realize I was still in a trance a minute after I'd parked my car.

Amy should have asked me what was wrong and gotten my attention by then. But when I snapped out of it, then saw she was perfectly still as well, I had everything put in a proper context.

All my nerves were nothing compared to hers right now. My trivial concerns seemed much smaller, compared to what she was about to do. What it was clear she was trying to rev herself up to do all night, but it didn't stop her from getting cold feet anyway.

Even with four months to get herself ready for this, she was still getting out of a decade-long marriage and relationship. I assumed this was new territory for her in more ways than one. As much as I realized her friends were pushing her to do this, and she was pushing herself to do this as a way to move on, putting it in practice was another matter.

The worst part was how small Amy looked right now. She played characters with the biggest, most joyous personalities on TV, and seemed to live out loud the same way off screen. But seeing her apologize, try not to cry and explain herself by trying to lightly comment how "divorce sucks" was...just not right. Not from her.

So I got her out of the car and into my home, all the while assuring her we didn't have to go upstairs - or do anything else she wasn't ready for. She did say that she wanted to, although I had to ask honestly if it was for the right reasons.

If she only wanted to use me for rebound sex because she was forcing herself to, or her friends were pushing her, or for any other reason that had nothing to do with liking me as a person...some such reasons would be easier to accept than others.

When I brought up some of those theories, some of Amy's old fire came back. It made me relieved, but also nervous, since she took offense with the premise that she would just pick any old random guy from the street for something like this. At least it told me she really did like me, even if I didn't frame it the best way.

It was just a case of her being nervous to take the leap - the latest in a string of hard ones that confirmed she had to move on. Any other woman in her position would feel the same, as she reminded me.

Considering how I had Amy on a pedestal most of the time, it was a reality check. At that moment, she was just a regular, 41-year-old soon to be divorced mother of two, trying to come to terms with moving forward - and accepting that another man, 13 years younger of her, could want her and that it was okay to want him too.

Even though it was startling and sad to see someone like her so nervous and insecure, I still wanted her. When I let her hug me, I still had to hide the clear, hard signs of how much I wanted her, like usual. But I wanted her to be ready to want me too.

After a while, she was ready to try something. A test run, she called it.

She stood up halfway on her toes, making me relieved I wasn't too tall for once. But I felt 10 feet tall - not just in one part of my body - when she began her first kiss with me.

It was slow and somewhat tentative, as I kind of expected. But when she broke off and tried again, it was almost filled more with promise, with an undercurrent of passion coming across as well. She then put her hand on my cheek and drifted it towards my neck, pressing her lips deeper and letting them move around a bit.

When she came off, I exhaled deeply and opened my eyes. Amy looked back and let me see the nerves, hope, bright light - and underlying arousal - in her deep blue eyes. Her lips also threatened to curl up into a little smile as well, which was almost as arousing.

Even with all her doubts, and her uncharacteristic hesitation to take a big leap, she did it and clearly liked it. And I hadn't even kissed her back yet. That would have to be fixed.

Instead of exploding out of the gate, however, I was as careful as she'd been as I leaned down to kiss her. I was probably revved up enough deep down to go wilder, yet this didn't feel like the time for it. When Amy kissed back at the same deep but gentle pace, I knew it didn't.

Before I forgot, I broke off and led her to the nearest couch. Once she started snuggling against me, I brought her lips back to mine. The rest of our bodies stayed together against each other on the couch, even as our mouths and heads started moving around.

We experimented with many slow and fast clothed mouthed kisses, and then many slow and fast ones with our mouths open. She put her hands on my chest and almost grabbed my shirt during the more passionate tongue kisses, while I nearly did the same thing with her hair.

Otherwise, my hands stayed steady while in her hair, on her face and while they went down her body. When they got to the zipper on the back of her dress, I toyed around with it without trying to take it down. Still, she could tell it was on my mind.

When it became too hard to ignore, she insisted I should go first, however. Figuring that was fair, I slid back and gave myself room to take my shirt off. Once I was bare chested, Amy seemed amused that I was "letting it all hang out."

Since our bodies had been pressed against each other for a while, I could guess she had a bra on underneath that dress, But when she stood and started getting herself out of it, my guesses on what that bra looked like were way off.

It was a tastefully revealing number, of an even deeper black than her dress. So was the matching, fancy, lacy underwear she also revealed in the meantime. They framed her nicely curved hips perfectly, almost as much as her bra framed the full open and hidden round curves of her chest.

As she said before and said again, she really wanted this to be the night, despite her late jitters. Otherwise, she came more than prepared.

Despite being over 40 and having two kids, and not being known primarily for her looks, I already knew how Amy had gotten more and more beautiful with age. This...was the ultimate validation for being right.

To do something other than gape at Amy, I started getting my pants off. Compared to her underwear, my plainer white ensemble looked a bit lacking. But when she pointed that out herself in a joking matter, I didn't feel offended. Seeing her start to enjoy herself was enough, even if I had been offended.

Deciding I needed to see her enjoy herself even more, I had her lie on the couch on her back. Instead of going on top of her, I kneeled down in front of the couch, putting my hands on her bare stomach. After seeing she was fine and wanted more, I let my left hand drift to her panties while my right slid to her bra.

My left fingers brushed the center of her panties for a while, then made their way to the edge without pulling it down. My right fingers did the same to her left bra cup, then her right as well. Finally, I let two of my left fingers dip into her panties, before starting to brush them along her lower lips.

I let more of my right hand get involved in cupping more of Amy's breasts, while my left hand started getting more involved on her pussy. I still didn't remove any of her garments, however, trying to move her panties aside enough to start fingering her without removing them. I also let her bra stay on as I moved up to touch and stroke her cleavage.

Amy closed her eyes and exhaled, leaning back and seeing both relaxed and overwhelmed at the same time. It continued as I inserted more of my index finger into her and let my right fingers slide between her breasts. But after fondling and fingering her enough, I had to give her more.

At last, I slid her panties down barely enough to expose her wettening center, so that my mouth could start covering it. Although I'd heard Amy curse up a storm before, hearing her do it in this context for the first time made me feel overwhelmed now. Tasting her for the first time also played a part too.

I stayed focused enough to come up with a plan, tonguing her below while my fingers went back to work on her breasts. They played with the front of her cups and her bare cleavage, but I let her bra stay where it was. It was a little difficult fondling her tits and licking her out while kneeling down near a couch, yet I did the best I could.

My next move was to lift my head, go up to start kissing and licking her breasts, then use my left fingers to work on her pussy. There wasn't as much I could do with my mouth up there, at least with the bra still on, yet my fingers filled the gap down there.

Finally, I let Amy sit up and helped her start unhooking her bra. When it was loose enough, I let my left hand go back to fucking her as she started shaking her bra off. Yet when it was gone and her bare chest was fully exposed, I gave my hand a rest.

However, when I was done studying Amy's round, firm looking boobs, I put both my hands to work.

Leaving her pussy alone, I had Amy stay seated straight up, while kneeling between her open legs. My hands pushed her tits up and I put my face right between them, letting my mouth go to work. Half of it was to devour her breasts, and half of it was to make her wish I'd do that somewhere lower again.

But as Amy moaned, cursed and started getting particularly tingly down there, I stayed where I was. I kept lathering up and sucking each nipple one at a time, then going back and forth between suckling underneath her breasts. I pushed her tits against my face and slid them over my mouth, but it and my hands didn't go any lower.

Amy breathed heavier and started thrusting her hips up, yet I did nothing about it. I kissed her chest quickly all over, then deeper and wetter, making her being to whimper. She made softer and huskier sounds while her legs began to wrap around me, weakening my resolve.

But I wanted to give it one more minute. I wanted to get her to such an extent, it wouldn't take many licks to make her cum when I went back down. Given how it might have been quite a long time since she last came - thanks to a man, anyway - she must have been plenty pent up already.

Yet when she hissed and outright told me she really, really needed to cum, I really got the idea.

With no more warning or buildup, I deeply suckled and kissed both her breasts, then unwrapped her legs and dove my head back between them. After attacking her pussy with the same oral intensity I used on her tits, she gasped and dropped f-bombs all over the place until she pushed her hips right up.

In short order, she released what may have been months of pent up juices against my mouth. As hungry as she was to let them out, I was just as eager to swallow them down.

When I got them all, or as much as I could, I came up for some fresh air. Amy slumped back down on her back, as all the fresh air she had wasn't quite enough yet. I just stayed on my knees on the floor, until I figured we both needed a bigger and more comfortable place to lie down.

After Amy agreed, I helped her onto her feet, leaving our various clothes behind as we headed to the steps. I led her to the bedroom and she promptly flopped onto the bed, although she did it head first at first. Whether she was doing a gag or legitimately too floored from her orgasm to fall right, I didn't know and didn't ask.

She did roll over onto her back before long, leading me to just sit down beside her. I watched her lie next to me, naked, before seeing more clearly that I was the only one with any garments on. I reached for my underwear and took the front of it down just as Amy took notice.

I saw Amy look up and down my shaft, but I rolled on top of her before she could reach for it. If I was afraid of going off from her touch, then my plans to get inside her should have really been red flagged.

Yet to give myself extra time to get ready, I reached down between her legs and gently made sure she was revving up again. In any case, this was another personal milestone that Amy might need time to be ready for anyway.

I looked at her and saw she still clearly had some nerves, but I could see more confidence and eagerness in her face and eyes this time. I still spent another several seconds fingering her and getting her ready again, however. If she was that set on this big step, I had to thoroughly reward her trust.

Leaning on my right elbow besides Amy's head, I took my left hand out of her and tried to pump my cock. Hoping her juices on my fingers had coated it enough, I put my arm up and lined myself. At the same time, I saw Amy move her arms down and felt her pushing the back of my underwear down next.

Leslie Knope was a butt girl - so perhaps I was seeing where the inspiration for that running gag came from. Or rather feeling it, as Amy held my ass and gave me the clear signal to push forward.

After the tip got in, I waited for both of us to adjust. After I got the next few inches in, I slowly pulled out and made us both a little frustrated. After getting myself back in and slipping a little deeper, I could tell Amy was getting adjusted to having a new cock inside her.

Adjusting myself, I leaned on my elbows and let my hips start thrusting in earnest, all as Amy helped them along. I looked down at Amy beginning to enjoy herself, then just listened to her enjoyment as my lips dropped to her neck. I started giving it the same thorough treatment as her breasts, until I felt her pushing her hips back against me.

For a while, we were in sync bumping our groins together. After a while longer, it wasn't quite enough, as weird as that concept should have been. But I wanted more room, and I figured Amy would benefit from it too.

I got up and sat on my knees, getting Amy to sit up and put herself down on my lap. When she reinserted herself onto me, I now had the room to let my left hand rub her pussy, while my right arm went around her. It pulled her against me as I rubbed her, gave her a one-armed hug and watched her begin to ride me.

Amy rested in my arm, letting her hips move up and down while the rest of her body relaxed. I gave her a few more deep rubs, then took my hand off her pussy and put it around her. While nothing but my cock was working her pussy, she seemed fine in both my arms as our hips came together.

It was easier to grasp the concept of Amy Poehler riding me while naked in my arms - on paper, anyway. Reflecting on it while trying to stay focused enough to keep thrusting my hips took up the next few minutes.

When she pulled back to look at me, my focus was taken away by her flushed face and bouncing breasts - so I stopped reflecting and went back to just enjoying.

I enjoyed it enough to bend down and suckle her breasts again, while holding on tighter to her bouncing ass and hip. Amy's enjoyment got more vocal, slipping in more curses in between louder moans. They got louder still when my right hand left her ass to rub her pussy, all as I suckled down on her right breast.

Amy sounded somewhat surprised when she started talking about cumming again. I got an ego boost from that, until I remembered I should be close to cumming by now. Getting her off a second time while trying to hold off my overdue first time may have been a tall challenge.

I still had to try, though. And try I did by putting both hands on her pussy after Amy wrapped her arms around my shoulder. She held on and tightened around me, trying to look down with me as my fingers rubbed whatever they could get a grip on.

It was enough to listen to her groan for a few moments, but I had to look up before long. By then, she seemed to be trying not to throw her head back. Yet after I gave her a little pinch, she let out a big breath of air and had the biggest of smiles on her face for a moment.

Although her cries and curses already told me she was turned on, among other clues, seeing her smile like that - her natural big smile, even during all this - was the most encouraging thing of all. I could also see it reflected in her shining blue eyes, before she closed them after tightening herself harder around me.

That was the final trigger I needed.

Assured that Amy could hold on, I gathered myself and prepared to pound her harder and faster than ever. I only slowed down enough to let my hands go back to work, rubbing her deeper until I held her hips and slammed myself in and out of her.

Amy could only breathe heavily, unable to say anything or groan too long. But that changed soon enough when she shook and tightened around me. With a few more big thrusts, she groaned long and loud as she came long and hard on me.

Trying to hold on myself, I put my hand on the back of Amy's head when she dropped it on my shoulder. I was as stiff as I could be, so that I could stay stiff in the area that counted just a little longer. But after she finished, Amy started wiggling and picking herself off me all too well.

My breath froze as Amy put herself back down on my lap, with my wet, throbbing cock out in the air. She looked down and saw just how wet and hard she made it, looking impressed as well as freshly fucked. Through all this, she hadn't actually touched it with her hands yet, I realized - at the same time she did.

Unlike me, however, she took immediate action as a result.

And when she grasped my tip and shaft with her small, eager hand, my actions were inevitable and immediate as well.

It took just a few pumps for me to start shooting off into the air. Inevitably, it hit a few targets - on me and her. But by the end, much of it got on her upper body.

After all this, I shouldn't have worried that it would make her upset. Yet after all that had gone well tonight, it was natural to think something bad would happen at the end to balance it out - and I wasn't in the best position to be logical either.

To be absolutely safe, I quickly offered to go clean Amy up, as soon as I was free and coherent enough to do so. Without thinking, I put my underwear back on - which I never took completely off, mind you - and raced to get the nearest paper towels.

I was calmer by the time I found them and could think clearly again, and was assured by how Amy didn't looked grossed out or impatient, despite my cum resting on her body. I made sure to wipe every drop clean, and to get the damp towels into the nearest trash can.

Now there was nothing to distract us from facing the actual aftermath of this thing.

My only idea to start off was to just lay back down in bed, staring up at the ceiling and feeling too shy to face Amy right away. If she was feeling regret, or feeling like this was too much too soon for her after all, I wanted to put off seeing it as long as I could.

But finally, I felt Amy's face against my neck and couldn't put it off any more. When I turned my head and saw Amy merely looking at me, I feared the worst.

Yet with every passing second after that, her smile grew. With every passing second in that span, my fear of the bottom dropping out diminished. The next several seconds helped me stop thinking altogether as she drew me in for more deep, sweet kisses.

Slowly, Amy's lips and tongue went faster and more passionately over mine. Although we both just came and she was over a decade older than me, her libido seemed to have a much more instant recovery. She rolled on top of me as further proof, before dropping her lips to my neck - and her crotch right against mine.

As she kissed me lower, I thought I heard her say something about "all things being equal." Or some other joke about equality, and her being a big believer of it. I wasn't in the best state to translate any sexual meaning beyond that.

All I knew was that Amy was starting to kiss and thoroughly devour my body, like I had with hers. The equality line, whatever it was exactly, began to make more sense as she went further down - and I started to feel myself twitching again.

It then occurred to me that she had two orgasms to my one. If she believed in all things being equal...and if she was that eager to do for me what I did for her...

There was no doubt about it when Amy wrapped her hand around my half-hard shaft. Nevertheless, she poured it on by rubbing my tip and pressing my shaft against my lower stomach, while kissing me a few inches higher. She palmed my shaft and even went down to my balls as her lips got lower and closer to me.

When she put my staff straight up again, she hovered her face over my tip. After I looked straight ahead at her, she locked eyes with me and stayed locked as she kissed my head. When she slipped her lips over it, however, I nearly broke eye contact.

I did break it when Amy started sucking on me, though. Once I laid back and watched her, she had her eyes closed as her head went further down. I wasn't completely hard yet, but I was getting there as fast as possible.

After that mission was accomplished, Amy began to slow down. In fact, it was almost too slow for comfort, as she torturously moved her lips up and down my shaft. She popped off and then did the same with her tongue, before twirling it over my head.

She let herself suck my tip again, then loudly came off and promptly crawled back up my body. Leaving my cock along - at least with her hands and mouth - she brought them back to my face as she resumed kissing me. My erection rested below her groin, which stayed still while her lips moved around mine.

Amy subdued me with her kisses for a while, breaking away just as I started to join back in. Nevertheless, she crawled herself down my body again, before her head hovered over my harder shaft once more.

This time, she took me by the hand and arched herself up enough to place my shaft over her chest. She rubbed me against her left breast, then her right, then slid my head underneath both her boobs. After teasing me with their soft weight, she put her even softer mouth back over me.

She let her head bobble down harder and faster, making my cock wet and throbbing. She gave me a deep suck after she got most of me in her mouth, then loudly came off again and sat up. At that point, my cock was wet enough to lubricate me when she put it between her tits.

Sadly and frustratingly, she pumped her breasts on me for only a few moments. When that was done, she crawled up yet again, this time stopping when she put her mouth on my neck. She kissed and suckled it as she began grinding herself against my aching cock

At that point, I began babbling, muttering words like "beautiful" "gorgeous" and "sexy" when I wasn't cursing. I used them even more frequently when Amy came off my neck, looking right at me as she kissed down my chest one more time. I practically started thrusting my hips up, getting impatient for her third round down below.

Of course, if I got too impatient, that third round wouldn't last very long. Regardless, Amy's lips and eyes, and the memories of what she did and would do again with her mouth, made it more irrelevant. The rest faded away when she took me with her hands and stroked everything she didn't start sucking again.

I had awoken a sleeping giant, obviously. However long it had been since she did something like this, she was done waiting. She set out to be done waiting from the start tonight, and any nerves she had to work through were taken care of. Apparently, she was very grateful to me for helping with that.

Maybe she wasn't grateful enough to let me cum soon, though. Or maybe she was being more grateful than I deserved by prolonging it. With the way she was going, I was leaning towards the latter - mostly.

Yet I was leaning more towards insanity when she pressed me against my groin and went down to my balls. She suckled my left one as deep as possible while licking it, then did the same to my right, and then left them alone.

Amy just brought my cock back up, let me squirm from the sudden sensation she left behind, and hovered her mouth over my head again. I looked at her, saw the sweet and sultry smile growing on her face, oh so close to my cock, and saw the same emotions reflected in her deep blue eyes.

At any moment, I would either cum or start babbling again. Either way, something would explode out against my will soon.

My babbling won out when Amy sunk her mouth back over my cock way too slowly - or just right, depending. Yet as her lips slowly went down, her tongue went over me in rapid fire motion, all while she started humming. She took me out before long, only to blow a breath of air over the areas she licked.

Before I could thrust my hips up, Amy suckled me again and began bobbling up and down herself. She went faster and faster before coming off, leading to her blowing air on me again and then kissing me. After kissing my head, she wrapped both her hands on my shaft.

Already on edge, I didn't know what would set me off for good, if all this hadn't done it.

And then my date, one of the funniest people alive, one of the most physically attractive women I had ever known and one of my idols, put her mouth over my cock and told me, "I need you to cum in my mouth right now."

All it took was one more suckle on my head for me to do as she said.

Willing myself to watch, I saw Amy close her eyes and keep her mouth on my cock, and felt her gulp down everything I shot off. My hips shot up and froze in place, slowly coming down as I felt more drained. I saw Amy visibly swallow most of my cum down before my hips and head fell, though.

I let out a breath, hoping Amy could breathe normally again too. Before that awkward silence came back, Amy crawled back up one more time, laid down next to me, and almost cockily said, "Now we're equal."

It was a little hard for me to believe it. As much as I tried, my mouth probably couldn't match up to that.

But if she believed it enough to justify doing stuff like that again, and if it validated that other stuff...more power to her.

THE END

[Robertdoc]

Hollywood's Hot Cougars 6: Elizabeth Banks

Originally published November 2014



I tried to keep my hand steady as I swiped the key card through the hotel room lock. It wasn't just because I had to be extra careful with this card, given that it wasn't mine. It was Elizabeth's.

She'd already let me know she was back from the premiere, and they gave her another card since they bought that she "lost" the last one. That message came about 10 minutes ago. The last one from a minute ago stated that she was "relaxing in the tub" and wanted me to come in anyway. Hence, the need to keep my hand steady.

The mission was accomplished when I got inside her room. I even spoke clearly when I called out to say I was here. I also kept myself steady when I heard Elizabeth call back out from the bathroom, knowing why she was in there.

This would be an unusual way to see her naked for the first time, if that's where this was going. Yet little about this could be considering usual.

First there was the idea of even hitting it off with Elizabeth Banks - let alone her actually being into an ordinary guy 14 years younger than her. Then there was the bitch that was the timing, since we started seeing each other just before her whirlwind "Hunger Games" premiere tour. Then there were the few times I was able to travel and see her anyway.

But now the movie was out, and the last of the premieres had just ended. Now we were in the same city, in the same hotel room, and she really needed and deserved to relax. Yet she was letting me do it with her anyway.

Nothing that physical or revealing had happened before she had to go on the road. She certainly couldn't schedule it during the tour - or she could and she didn't want to. If so, I chose to believe it was because she didn't want to rush through it.

In any case, the present seemed much better to focus on now. Especially when I entered the bathroom and saw it sitting in a filled bathtub, with soap around its obviously naked form beneath.

I was almost tempted to ask if there was a shower handle under there, given Elizabeth's graphic - or merely suggestively graphic - on-screen experience with it in a soapy tub, thanks to Judd Apatow. If that's what she was alluding to, I would only make it more of an obvious homage by pointing it out.

But I did see a shower handle right where it was supposed to be, instead of...inside anywhere else. So that ruled that out. For the moment.

Yet nothing else would happen until I made a move, as Elizabeth reminded me. Without any more prompting, I started removing my clothes and setting them far away from any splash zones, as best as I could figure.

When I was done, she could see all of me, although all of her was still hidden. Even when she slid forward to give me room to come in, she made sure her chest didn't pop out - even if it might have still been covered by bubbles anyway.

Regardless, she got to the middle of the tub and I stepped in at the back. I barely had the room to sit down comfortably without hitting her with my legs. But when I got my butt down and parted my legs, Elizabeth started scooting backwards between them.

She landed herself into my lap, settling her back against my chest. What's more, I felt my cock practically wedged against the crack of her ass. The mental image alone from that, coupled with the amount of times I pictured her bare ass before...getting to feel it, could have turned this bath water into dirty water quickly.

Nevertheless, I put my arms around her waist to keep her in position. It didn't help me calm down any better, but I willed myself to forget that. If there was a time to get excited, and perhaps get her excited in return, it wasn't now.

Despite her inviting me into this compromising, slippery, wet and soft position, I still wanted to let her relax for a moment before getting her...fired up again. Let her have one minute or two where her emotions weren't going a mile a minute, in perhaps the most private moment she'd had in weeks.

Heck, a minute to calm down first wouldn't be so bad for me either, for that matter.

So I stayed where I was, kept Elizabeth where she was and laid back, taking me with her. I tried to focus on the water we were in, the soap she'd put on top of it, the feel of her actually being in my arms...leaving aside how she was in them for now.

I absent mindedly swiped my thumb over her stomach, focusing on the routine instead of the actual wet, smooth skin I was feeling. I closed my eyes and felt Elizabeth resting her head back on my shoulder, focusing on that notion instead of whose head was on me. I slightly tightened my grip around her waist, focusing on letting her sink into my arms, instead of how her ass pressed further back onto me.

For about the minute or two I aimed for, that's how it stayed. In fact, it was so soothing I could have fallen asleep. I wouldn't have been surprised or entirely upset if Elizabeth did.

But as her hands went on top of mine, I knew she was keeping herself awake. Unless this was sleep grabbing. I didn't open my eyes to check. In fact, I didn't open them until I felt Elizabeth's hand going lower.

Although my cock was trapped behind her ass, my balls were right underneath her pussy. She soon confirmed that rather obviously.

I hissed but kept my eyes shut, as Elizabeth merely rested her hand against my sack. She didn't rub it, yet she didn't necessarily have to. But I soon felt like I had to do something in return.

My chance came when I let my right hand drift down. Soon enough, my fingers rested between her lower lips, but I didn't rub them. Like Elizabeth did on me, I just rested my digits on her genitals, occasionally tapping or rubbing them.

In response, Elizabeth pushed her ass back a bit, pushing my cock along for the ride. After doing that a few more times, she was repaid by me sliding my left hand up to her chest.

I had never seen her bare breasts before, but now I was touching them while they were underwater. I never saw all of her ass either, and there she was rubbing it against my cock first.

Her full, peachy ass was grinding against me, while her breast really was a handful after all. All while she ghosted her finger tips over my tightening balls. And I still didn't speed it up, nor did I want to - and not just because of the potential splash zone if we did.

I rested my left palm on Elizabeth's breast and let my right index finger trace and tease her pussy lips. She got more of a grip on my sack and shook her behind on my lap. At that point, I finally opened my eyes.

When Elizabeth turned her face over to me and leaned in, I promptly closed my eyes again.

I couldn't resist letting my fingertip slip into her, right as my tongue brushed her lips. She moaned gently on my mouth, for one of those reasons, as our lips and tongues went slow and deep against each other. Once her tongue went in me, my finger went in her and stayed inside, occasionally wiggling around.

Elizabeth arched her hips back on me and then up to take more of me in. Yet she stopped to sit herself up, just long enough for her hand to seize my cock and take it away from between her cheeks. She rested her pussy above my cock and balls now, giving herself the opening to start stroking.

Undeterred, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and rested two fingers against her pussy. As for her breasts, I let my left hand go back and forth stimulating her nipples. When they were hard enough, I took my right hand from her pussy and cupped both her tits up, enough for them to slightly peek out from the water.

I pushed them up and played with them, making Elizabeth moan on my lips while she tried stroking me faster. Finally, I removed my hands from her chest and quickly plunged a finger back down below, letting a second join in soon enough.

"That's it...oh, that's it..." Elizabeth spoke up, tightening her pussy's grip on me, and her hand's grip on my shaft. "I mean that's really enough...now fuck me...and you're gonna have to cum inside me..."

She might just cum and release it into the water, even if I couldn't. But I digressed.

Elizabeth slid and arched into position, lining my cock up against her pussy just right, even if she couldn't see how. Once my head touched her lips, however, it made her success obvious.

With her pussy and my shaft well wet enough and then some, I pushed my head up into her with no trouble. I did put my arms back around her waist to hold on tight, once I felt her envelop me. After adjusting to that, I started pushing myself in deeper.

Now we were beginning to make the water move around, but none had splashed out of the tub yet. However, with Elizabeth pressing down on me and my hands roaming down her body, we were starting to move around much more.

I went back to kissing her once my hands went down to her hips. She moaned right into my mouth after they started trying to squeeze her ass. Yet she got more vocal when my fingers went back around to her filled pussy.

Thrusting upwards, sitting bare assed on a hard tub and having my famous, sneakily sexy, semi-girlfriend rest on top of me and ride me was taking its toll now. But when she tightened around me and breathed out "Oh, fuck me..." I made myself go a little longer.

My hands left her pussy and went back to her tits, as I sat up and had Elizabeth go up with me. She ultimately sat fully up, exposing her bare, dripping back to me and letting her tits out in the open, although I still couldn't see them.

Still, I reached up and felt them, teasing their wetness and new sensitivity to the open air. She kept rocking on me as I ogled the naked skin I could see. When I finished with her breasts, I put my hands back in the water before placing them on her upper back, making it dripping wet all over again.

I had to take my hands back underwater, though, needing a better squeeze of her shapely backside as it rubbed against me. Once I got a grip, Elizabeth shook her hips as best she could, trying to get both of us over that last little hump.

The last little hump, combined with my reach around onto her clit, was what really got her over, though. In return, I was pushed over my fragile limit as well.

As she wanted, I shot all my cum right into her pussy, not getting any of it in the bath. Her juices were probably another matter, but as we came and as Elizabeth rested back on me again, I filed that concern away for another time.

For now, I was just getting myself back together and keeping Elizabeth still, before we made an even bigger mess. Yet there was a manageable amount of water on the floor - and once our heads were on straight, we could trust ourselves not to slip on it coming out.

As for cleaning ourselves off, we pretty much had all the tools we needed. Still, fresh water and soap would probably work best here.

"Are you ready?" I asked Elizabeth. She had enough of an idea to get off me and back away, giving me room to get on my feet. When I did, I bent down - in full view of her - to take the lid off the drain.

As the water started going down, I turned and finally saw Elizabeth rising to her feet. Rising and unveiling her exposed body to me for the first time, despite how I'd already fondled and fucked it.

Rising and letting me see the suds still attached to parts of her. The water running down a body that women my age would overpay for. But as far as I knew and felt, this 40-year-old figure with firm breast, a lush figure and legs often hidden behind the most ridiculous clothes - on screen, I mean - and an ass that I already knew felt otherworldly, was all hers.

And all in front of me at last.

Instead of immediately devouring it, however, as I had figured I'd do for weeks, I wanted instead to clean it. She took her shot at it before I got here, so I wanted to measure up. After all, there wasn't much else to do in my drained state.

Yet as I turned the shower head on and got the nearest loofa and bar of soap, I knew then and there I'd feel far from drained before long.

I put the loofa under the shower water and scrubbed it, then brought it towards Elizabeth. I stepped aside so she could get herself wet under the head, before I started washing her. I brought the spongy material onto her breasts first, brushing them before squeezing the loofa and letting the wet suds go down her body.

I scrubbed her waist and stomach until I made a move to her back, putting myself against her as a result. Once I brought the loofa back, Elizabeth took it before I could object, then went down to get the soap bar back. As her intentions became clear, I decided I could scrub the remaining suds on Elizabeth's body onto her myself.

With my bare hands, I massaged her back and soon went a little lower, but I had to let her back up before long. This gave her room to rub the loofa on my chest and get it nice and clean, although the water and suds that trailed down my body soon got more attention. So did the twitching package Elizabeth supposedly drained minutes earlier.

This gave her the idea to wash her hands and get them soapy, before bringing them down to clean my cock themselves. As she stroked and lubed me up, my hands did what they'd ached to do for so long, by grabbing a firm handful of her perfect ass out in the open.

I did only keep one hand on there while the other went back to Elizabeth's pussy, all while getting around her soap-filled hand job. When I felt her pussy getting wet enough on my fingers again, I took them out and glided them up her body, between her breasts and up to her mouth.

By the time she actually tasted my finger, I knew how I would get an even better meal.

Reluctantly, I took Elizabeth's hand off my cock and bend down in front of her. It wasn't the most comfortable place for my knees, but my comfort wasn't the important thing now.

I tried to repeat what I did with my fingers, in licking up her pussy and up the rest of her body. Getting up and keeping my tongue on her at the same time, especially without slipping, was still a bit too hard. However, I tried to keep her pussy fresh on my tongue before standing back up to kiss her.

The trip up there wasn't smooth. But what it triggered certainly made that irrelevant.

With the shower raining water on us, me and Elizabeth had room to kiss each other, rub each other's wet bodies and be much more aggressive about it than before. The calm of the sexual past was fading, and the recovery time for it was just about winding down.

Now that there was free reign and opportunity to fully take hold of Elizabeth's breasts, slide my hands down her bare, sexy figure and put them over on her luscious backside - while they were all wet at that - I was taking full advantage. She was no less eager in exploring my chest and back, and how wet they'd become, with her hands as well.

Before she could reach my cock, however, I returned to my knees. I need a more extensive taste of her until I was really ready to go again.

Elizabeth stood and leaned against the nearest wall, so I adjusted and held onto her hips when she was done. My mouth dived back in between her legs, tasting a mix of her and the water, although her taste soon started to win out.

As I heard her groans, I felt her place her hand into my hair, seemingly guiding my head along while I ate her. I tried to bob my head to complete the illusion, but settled for just digging my tongue into her and hearing the pleased results.

"Oh my God...oh, you must have planned those moves out..." Elizabeth noted. "Hopefully on just your hand..."

"It was the only practice partner I had, trust me," I assured, nibbing on her lips to help quell any more doubts - pretend or otherwise.

"I thought of some things too...in here..." Elizabeth gasped. "Turn...turn it off. We're clean enough."

I knew what she was referring to, yet I was willing to waste more water for a few seconds. But after taking one last big lick, I left Elizabeth hanging to get up and turn the shower off anyway. By the time I could make my move back, however, she had already stepped out of the tub.

Sensing the tub action was over, regardless of what was coming next, I stepped out as well. By then. Elizabeth had placed towels over the puddles of water on the floor. After covering as much as she could, she stood on the towels and led me to the toilet.

Making sure the seats were down, she got me to sit as I put the pieces together. When it hit me, I saw her get herself down on her knees, kneeling sideways and to my right. She grasped my hips and stuck her ass right up in the air, as I could now really see it and gawk at it in the flesh.

"I need something bigger to work me back there," Elizabeth explained. "Not as big as the thing I need to work on up here, though. It should balance out."

In theory, I could agree. Yet when I reached over to try and start fingering her from behind, and she dropped her head down to suck my cock, it felt like an imbalance. A hell of an imbalance in my favor, but one nonetheless.

I tried to even it out by finger-fucking her hard, palming as much of her pussy and ass as possible while my middle finger worked her. However, Elizabeth was still holding my hips, licking up and down my cock and then bobbing on it too. That would win every time - especially with me just coming out of the shower as well.

Elizabeth hummed and wiggled her ass, pushing back on my finger and swallowing my bigger staff down. She then took me into her right hand and held on while her tongue teased my sides, head and slit. From my slightly bent over position, I couldn't look into her eyes as she did this, which was a minor drawback.

I attempted to make it work anyway with a few really deep, fast thrusts. I soon took my finger out and simply ran my hand over her pussy and ass, rubbing the silky texture of each part while she enjoyed rubbing her mouth over my sensitive parts. Without warning, I then shoved my index finger in to catch her off guard - and perhaps make her hum harder.

When she did, I almost threw my head back and lost my grip on her. Yet I endured until Elizabeth popped off me. "Okay, I can take it for a little while. Don't need you to throw your back out now," she offered.

I took my right hand off her from behind, sitting back and taking it easier. I almost missed her taking my hand and licking her own residue off my finger, until I took it back to lick some off myself. By then, she was back to tasting me.

As she sucked me off and I got to sit back, I saw Elizabeth take her hands and put them between her legs. She was getting herself off in my place, putting a finger in at a time. Judging by the moan on me, she was doing well for herself.

I watched her gyrate her pussy against her own hands, then had to pay more attention to her tongue sliding down my cock. When her mouth opened up to take my balls in, she shook her head and tongued them deep, groaning even deeper as she fucked herself harder.

"Oh mother..." I let out. I wanted to say mother fuck, and certainly not leave it hanging on mother, under the various circumstances. But when she popped off, put her right hand on my shaft and hovered her face over my head, the rest of my words escaped me.

Elizabeth kept playing with herself, audibly and clearly. Her lips were literally an inch from my cock, yet I almost felt her groans vibrating on me. Then she used her words even clearer.

"You filled one hole with cum...now for the next one."

And about two seconds after she took me completely in her mouth and started bobbing...hot damn, she was right.

I filled her mouth up as intensely and thoroughly as I filled her pussy. Shot after shot went into her, and not one drop spilled out. It was only after I stopped spurting so much that she came off, yet my final blasts did get on her mouth and chin as she swallowed down the rest.

Elizabeth quickly licked her lips clean, then removed a hand from her pussy to wipe the rest off. After licking that clean, she got on her feet while I was busy rebooting.

Once I was myself again and could take in what happened - and what was in front of me now - I was set off all over again.

I should have been exhausted after one deep orgasm like that, let alone after a second. Perhaps the knowledge that I might give out soon made me lunge forward while I still could. Between that race against my biological clock, and my need to repay Elizabeth in full, I was a man possessed as I dropped to my knees.

I was almost shocked I didn't make Elizabeth's knees completely buckle over as I devoured her. Or I would have been shocked if I could take time out to think.

Instead, all my power and energy revolved around making her cum. Around tasting her cum. Around tasting anything she had for me.

I was so determined, I placed my hands right on her ass without a thought. I let the feel of her firm, full shape drive me even madder, to the point where I shoved my tongue hard inside her. In fact, my fingers began to drift between her cheeks, until I heard her screams get higher.

Her foul mouth babbling told me I was just about done. So I came back down to Earth, settled for sucking on her lips the rest of the way, and prepared to get my reward after one last tonguing.

Elizabeth's voice cracked as her pussy gave way, unleashing her torrents into my mouth. I swallowed them and licked them completely, not taking a breath since she didn't take one herself. I held onto her hips, as if to make sure she wouldn't fall down before I finished.

When she finished, her voice quieted down and my mouth started to take a break as well. It lazily licked the rest of her clean, before I let my head back up and finished swallowing.

I could now look at Elizabeth again, as she was practically red faced from what she'd been through. She exhaled and even started to laugh in amazement, and I almost followed her lead. Now that we could take stock at what we'd done, it was indeed so overwhelming that it was laughable.

Without a word, Elizabeth picked up the towels and piled them up, her little bends and shimmies incapable of affecting me now. Yet she was affected enough that she tried to sit on my lap afterwards, despite how both of us weren't that comfortable sitting on hard surfaces.

Nevertheless, all we could do was huddle together, as our non-horny senses came back to us. When the silence started feeling awkward, however, I got her up with me. If only to give us something to do, I led us to the sink and pointed to her toothpaste - since our mouths both needed a brushing.

Elizabeth laughed more lightly this time, her usual sense of humor back on track. I gave her room to get her toothbrush and start brushing, standing behind her in the meantime.

At any other time, standing behind her naked body like this would have gotten me back up in no time. Now, it really was a waste. Especially since there was still one more...nah.

As I got those particularly dirty thoughts out, Elizabeth finished brushing. She got my attention and gave me room to go next, which I did. I assumed she had a spare brush, otherwise letting me use hers would be weird for a few reasons. Maybe not all of them bad, but...that was a serious discussion for another time.

For this time, my breath and mouth were minty fresh, just like hers. With that in mind, I kissed her just to make sure she did brush thoroughly. After we confirmed we both did, we shared another laugh.

If anything, now that we both appeared finished, the relaxed atmosphere from the start of our 'bath' was back. This should have been more awkward, but it wasn't. It certainly wasn't as long as our fresh, minty, sweet, luscious, warm and still wet mouths were slowly rubbing together.

It certainly wasn't when I stepped back behind Elizabeth. And not when she leaned on the sink, turned her head and kissed me slow and deep again. And not when I felt her pressing back against my hips as well.

We didn't have any expectations of getting up for one more round - at least I didn't think I did. But either way, it almost didn't matter. Just kissing after this, in this position, and being able to do it after all this waiting...that would do.

Yet the longer we went on, the more I began to consider that it didn't have to be enough.

After our lip broke, I started at our reflections in the mirror right in front of us. I saw her breasts in the mirror, inspiring me to cup them and watch myself pinch them. I looked down and saw her ass pressed against my half-hard cock, inspiring me to grab it and place it right against her crack again, just like before. Only now I could see it there.

With my shaft in position, I arched my hips up and watched it slide against her parted cheeks. I then looked back and watched Elizabeth's face get flustered again, then reached back over to cup her tits. She studied our reflections with more and more hunger as my hips and hands moved on her, and so did I before too long.

I got my mouth back to work, kissing and nibbling on her ear, so she could hear how worked up I was getting one more time. She soon turned her head back and let out her own encouraging moans and pants against my lips. By the time we had to break off, I felt my cock almost ready to go right there.

"I want it in...the last hole," Elizabeth confessed. When I decoded that, I almost gasped. Before I asked if she was sure, she added, "Thinking about your fingers in there made me go off. Imagine what that cock could do in there..." Well, I was starting to now.

"Come on...I want your cum in all my holes tonight...hold me over until next year's final tour..." Elizabeth urged.

"Like I'm gonna say no now?" I pointed out. She chuckled, even now, which made me light enough to think this through. "All right...but we got a lot of time."

If I had one more load in me, even Elizabeth's ass wouldn't make me shoot it off right away. As such, I could afford to be more experimental, now that she was letting me.

For starters, instead of pushing my cock against her ass, I let my fingers go for her pussy. After feeling that it was wet again, I rubbed her juices on my left index finger, then slowly slid it up to her asshole. As I started to tease that, I lined my cock up to her pussy with my right hand.

My head re-entered her pussy while my fingertip was still getting her asshole ready. Yet once I started thrusting my cock and getting a few more inches in below, I slid the first inch into her up above.

Elizabeth threw her head back, turning it to see my tactics before long. I was able to start a good rhythm with my cock, all while slowly sliding my finger into her ass. Before long, I even wiggled the tip around, stimulating her insides enough to take more of me in.

Satisfied, Elizabeth turned back to the mirror, watching the reflection of my face as it concentrated on her from behind. My cock started fucking her deeper, as my finger began thrusting in and out too. Soon, I had a nice little one-man mini DP going on with her.

Just as she got used to it, however, I took both my appendages out. I let her feel empty for a second and a half, until I put my index finger into her pussy. It was to get it a little cleaner and wetter with her juices before going back up, and it was hard and fast enough to get Elizabeth moaning as a side effect.

When my lubed finger returned to her ass, my cock plunged all the way back into her pussy. Elizabeth arched her hips and squeezed both my fuck tools harder, as I reached around with my right hand to squeeze her nipples just as hard, one at a time.

"Fuck me...fuck me twice..." Elizabeth called out. Yet I took my finger out of her, grasped both her hips and just focused on fucking her pussy for a while.

Elizabeth's pants got louder and more frequent, but I knew she still craved something in her empty asshole again. When I was confident she was hot and wet enough to lube my cock just right, I pulled it out and guided my wet head up.

My index finger went down to her pussy to help ease the transition. It probably wasn't the same thing as having my cock head enter her ass, though. But it was the best I had to work with.

"That's it...fill me..." Elizabeth asked. Nevertheless, I let my finger fill her pussy up deeper instead first. It began fucking her fast while my cock slid in her ass extra slowly, and my right hand rubbed what I could grab of her clit.

Between my cock and right hand on her pussy, and my finger slowly creeping up her ass, Elizabeth was getting plenty full. To be sure, I had her turn her head again so I could kiss her, sliding my tongue in so that all three holes of hers had something in them.

As I fucked her faster on both holes below, my tongue tried to thrust in and out of her mouth just as hard. I think Elizabeth nearly bit my tongue as a result, however. I took it out just in case, yet she still kept her lips brushing against mine, at least while she wasn't groaning.

"Oh, that's it...give me your finger...gimmie..." Elizabeth hissed. I did what she said and took my finger away from her pussy. Athough it was mixed with the feel of two holes - one with a less desirable aftertaste than the other - Elizabeth still licked and sucked it down.

When she finished, she immediately kissed me deeply and hotly, letting what she tasted go against my mouth. It only made me fuck her ass harder.

It made Elizabeth break off before long, so she turned her head back to the mirror again. We both watched ourselves this time, as my hands held onto her hips and I focused on just fucking her backdoor. And on seeing Elizabeth lose herself to her considerable passion while I did it.

Whether I saw it in a mirror or just focused on it right in front of me, it was a vision. This hilarious, fun, famous, pretty, beautiful, sexy older woman was a vision in being filled by me. She was a vision in any other context too. Even partly in her garish Effie Trinket wardrobe too, I supposed.

Yet that certainly didn't compare with her fashion sense right now. And I let her know it by giving her several deep, fast thrusts into her ass. Just when she came down from those, I instantly pulled out of her ass and guided myself back into her neglected pussy, before fucking that in rapid fashion as well.

"Fuck! Fuck, I almost came! God, I'm gonna cum..." Elizabeth realized. "Oh, I'm gonna cum...I want it all over your cock. I want to drench your cock...then I want it and my cum in my ass before you fill it up...I want it, I fucking want it..."

I wanted it pretty bad at that moment too. It would probably take a few more, though. Whether I wanted to hurry that along, and whether Elizabeth really wanted to, were other issues.

However, as Elizabeth tightened and thrust back against me, it was clear it wasn't all up to me. Maybe it wasn't all up to her either. For all that we didn't have in common, we were both slaves to our desire for her to cum right now. There was no real control over that.

With just a few more thrusts from both of us, she finally lost total control.

Elizabeth gripped the sink hard, while I tried not to squeeze her hips as tightly. We both grit our teeth to hold on, although I had to keep a much harder lid on things. Somehow, it held as she finished on me, and I then carefully pulled myself out of her for the moment.

It looked like I was wet enough to go back in her, so I went up to do just that. With her cum and juices as my lube, I inserted them and my cock right into her ass, just as she wanted.

She also wanted me to cum right in there, like I did with her pussy and mouth. Even after those explosions, this might not be as tall an order as I feared.

If I had any cum left in me, the sight of me plowing Elizabeth's ass would have to spurt it out. So would the sight of her bent over in the mirror. The sight of her overwhelmed, yet still horny face in the midst of her sodomizing. The sound of her pants and encouraging moans. The sounds of her even more encouraging chants to fuck her and cum in her.

"One more...one more, give it...fill me...oh, fuck me, cum!" Elizabeth babbled.

And one last time, I obeyed.

Every last fluid I had seemed to pour out of me and into her ass. Every last bit of muscle strength I had kept me standing up and kept me from falling on her. Everything else I had helped me watch Elizabeth enjoy getting filled up one last time, in front of me and in the mirror.

Then all I had left was only enough for me to pull out and sit down on the nearest, roomiest surface - in this case, back in the tub.

Once Elizabeth got the same idea and came back in to lay against me, I knew I wasn't moving another muscle tonight.

This time, we relaxed and laid together in the tub without hoping for more. Not in the next few hours, at the bare minimum.

THE END

[Robertdoc]

Hollywood's Hot Cougars 7: Heather Graham

Originally published November 2014



I was barely conscious of a strange feeling on my crotch. It wasn't a wet one, thank God - I doubted I got drunk enough for that tonight. Or last night, maybe.

Still, I wasn't quite awake enough to work this out, or remember where I was. Yet the feeling on my crotch felt more...handy now. Then I could barely hear the sound of a zipper being lowered.

By now, I'd worked out someone else was here. But here was...wait, the last place I was at...

And who brought me there...

As it all came together, I started to feel rather...exposed.

My eyelids still felt too heavy to open, but the rest of me was starting to stir. Not as much as my exposed cock was, I'd imagine. Especially when I felt that handy feeling on it.

And then came a wet feeling. Not from peeing myself - or even cumming on myself.

Cumming inside Heather Graham's mouth might soon be another matter, though.

Once my eyes finally opened, I looked down to see a blonde head in my lap. It looked up to reveal the distinctly beautiful face and bottomless blue eyes of Heather Graham. Who happened to be deeply sucking my cock right now - basically forcing my eyes to open all the way.

When they did, Heather popped off and backed away a little. Instead of actually talking to her or looking at her, I took in the rest of my surroundings. Then the rest of my memory came back.

The memories of me and Heather meeting up at a party. The memories of her taking me place to her place. The memories of me slumping on her living room couch and struggling to stay awake. The memories of her snuggling against me and starting to get a little frisky, right as I went blank.

And now she'd chosen to get even frisker in waking me up. But now that I was indeed up...

I brought my focus back to Heather again, who was still on her knees. The lusciously age defying 44-year old actress, on her knees with her luscious cleavage in clear view, packed in a sexy black dress. On her knees for little old, 16-years-younger me even after I fell asleep on her.

"Okay...for the record, I let you sleep for a good hour," she started. "I saw you...stirring down there and I thought you'd wake up on your own. Then I...tried to hurry it along." She paused and stated, "I got impatient." Obviously.

"I'm well aware I would kick your ass and cut that thing off if you tried to wake me up like that. Before getting permission and all," she continued, accurately. "At least I'm waiting for consent now. That should count for something, right?"

This was turning a little tricky and uncomfortable. But brushing aside the possibly thorny hypocrisy... "Well...you obviously knew I wanted it before I fell asleep," I reasoned. "I suppose you know I didn't want to sleep in the first place."

"I had an idea," Heather figured. "I thought some rest might help when you woke up and...got back to work. I just...figured an hour would be enough."

"Not a bad theory on its own," I played along. "Still could have woken me up first."

"I did. You're gonna say you minded how?" Heather challenged.

"You know I couldn't get away with asking something like that. After doing that," I pointed out again.

"Well, now that we've gone in circles about it, what do we do?" Heather sighed.

Either we could go in circles a third time, or we could do something more productive. Now that we were both awake and full consenting. Still, as much as I probably should have put her head back in my lap...if she was hot enough to do it after I slept, then...

"First we stand up," I started. After we both stood in front of the couch, I lowered my hands to the bottom of Heather's dress. Lifting it up, I caught a glimpse of her panties and went inside to grasp the edges.

After lowering them down underneath her ass and pussy, I told Heather, "Now you can sit down." Fortunately, she was willing to go along enough to do that. When she did, I was the one to kneel down in front of her this time.

I took my time sliding her panties down the rest of her impossibly well-sculpted legs. When they were off, I took my time sliding my hands back up those legs, as my body settled between them. Once they got back to her dress, I rolled it up enough to see her open, bare pussy.

I looked up to see Heather watching me, her face eager and her still contained chest heaving. As tempted as I was to kiss her, kiss her lower lips or just pull the top of her dress down that little bit more, I stuck to my plan.

Step one consisted of merely teasing her with my right finger. After she started groaning, I moved to step two, as I slid most of my finger in and took it out just as quickly. Leaving her on edge, she watched step three where I got up and took my pants off, leaving my cock completely free.

I told myself I wasn't an idiot for not letting Heather suck it like she wanted. It got a little easier when I knelt back down for step four, as I teased her pussy with two fingers. It got easier after step five, when I pulled out and slid the juices I collected onto my cock.

After repeating step four more thoroughly, I could do the same with step five. Now I could really use her juices to lube me up and jack myself off, right as I finally dove in to taste Heather for myself.

"Oh, you taste so good...oh, this was worth the wait..." I said honestly and to rile her up, in more ways than one.

"Oh come on, fuck..." Heather said, likely for one reasons than one. But I kept eating her, fingering her and then jacking off with her juices, nonetheless. "I...I can take care of you while you're doing that, you know..." she reminded before long.

"Still impatient," I said right into her. "God, you don't think I am...I was all night..." I reminded. "But if I could hold on this long...you can too."

I tugged myself extra hard and dug my tongue deeper into her, then let go of myself and let both my hands go back under her dress. After grabbing a hold of her backside while noisily eating her out, I decided, "Of course...can't hold back on everything forever..."

With that, I gave her clit and lips a deep suck and lick, then took my face out. I watched Heather look confused and impatient, then said before she got more annoyed, "Turn around and bend over. Leave everything on."

Heather looked like she wanted to sigh, but held back before doing what I actually asked her. She put her knees on the edge of the couch, resting her upper body on the top of it. I was behind her, in prime position to roll her dress up again.

After I did, I took my longest pause to date. For all the beauty in her chest, eyes, legs and figure, her gorgeous, peachy round ass was the marvel on top, to coin a phrase. I almost swore out loud that it was the ass of a 24-year old.

Instead, I just dropped back to my knees and used my mouth in better ways again. Ones that involved rubbing my lips and tongue all over her pussy, moaning into it in tune with Heather's moans, and even going up to press my face against her lovely cheeks.

In fact, once I felt Heather press them back up against me, I let my tongue go closer to the middle. After hearing her groan in approval, I grabbed her luscious flesh and put my face right between it, leaving my tongue to lick just below the bottom of her crack.

"Oh fuck...higher. Is that what you want? Higher?" Heather gasped.

"I can be patient," I made myself say. Even when I took my face off and let my tongue slide up her crack as quickly as I could, I let that be enough.

I stood back up and slid my still aching cock into her pussy, despite how I'd teased her in a different hole moments ago. That, I supposed, was the joke/punishment. I let her other hole alone, though, as I tried to contain myself in her lower one.

"Oh, now you want to fuck me...now you wanna be in a wet hole that wants your cum..." Heather egged. No words of mine could top that, so I tried to do it with my next few hard thrusts. It felt and sounded like it worked.

I held onto her ass and watched it jiggle, shake and move around oh so wonderfully against my hips. I certainly had a better view than Heather, who struggled to turn her head around and see for herself. But I couldn't see how her tits were straining against her dress and the couch, so I let that make us even.

I didn't know if we were quite even in being close to cumming, though. She'd have to be quite near the brink at this point for that. I hoped rubbing my fingers all over her pussy and around my cock would help in that.

When she slammed her ass back against my hips, I figured it did. I let her do that for a while until I made myself pull away.

Again, I used admirable restraint to do that, when it should have all gone towards stopping myself from cumming. Somehow, I'd done both long enough for this final move.

My left fingers went into Heather's pussy in place of my cock. Meanwhile, my right hand went onto my cock, which was more than adequately lubed up by now. Coupled with watching Heather's pussy and ass, and the rest of her body in this position, I had all the extra inspiration I needed to pump faster.

"What are you gonna do? Fuck, what are you gonna, you gonna cum?" Heather growled. "You gonna make me watch you cum? Cum all...all..."

Those extra curls from my fingers were cutting her off. And the extra tugs, sights and sounds all around were cutting my restraint short at last.

It looked like I was the one to cum first, though. Yet as I shot all over Heather's right cheek, and tried to aim at her left without hitting my arm or hand, I felt Heather tighten on my hand. She watched me paint her perfect ass with cum, and it was just the trigger she needed herself.

She came all over my fingers as I finished cumming on her ass. She finally had to turn her head away as she unloaded, but I saw it just fine - or as well as I could.

But once I was spent, I got my marbles back as she finished next. I carefully pulled my wet fingers out, impulsively smearing them on her behind just as she turned back to watch.

We both saw her ass covered with multiple strands and sources of cum - which I ultimately couldn't resist rubbing into her. Even if some of it was mine.

Regardless, I squeezed and massaged her ass until all of our cum was gone. With even less restraint, I bent back down to kiss both cheeks and press my face against it, sliding my dirty hands down her sexy legs in the process. I didn't see how Heather reacted, but I figured her lack of pulling away was approval.

Finally, I looked up to see her face, which shone with her amazement, surprise and impressed gratitude. I let myself get lost in that for several moments, before realizing I needed to give us both a better cleanup.

I went to the nearest sink I could find, fortunately finding some dish detergent, a sponge and a dish towel along the way. The detergent served as soap for me to wash my hands, and to fill the sponge up as well.

When I returned to the couch with the sponge and towel in my hands, Heather was sitting on her ass. However, she got the idea and laid herself down on the couch on her stomach, leaving it to me to roll her dress up once more.

After her previously cum soaked ass was exposed again, I started soaking it with the water and soap from the sponge, getting it all 'cleaned up.' I scrubbed her a cheek at a time, before using my hands to make sure everything was getting into her skin.

It didn't take long to make her ass nice and shiny - although I kept rubbing it a bit longer just to be sure. However, I did bring myself to back away eventually, letting Heather sit back up and cover up her ass again.

"So what now?" I had to ask. It didn't escape me that I was standing in front of a sitting Heather, with my flaccid cock right above her face and her bulging tits. It certainly didn't escape her when she took my cock and dragged my not so swollen head between her cleavage.

I watched in amazement as Heather rubbed my head over the top of her crammed tits. Nevertheless, my cock only felt a little bit harder from it - which proved just how drained I really was. If that couldn't make me hard right away, I might be a lost cause.

"Okay, we've ruled that out," Heather admitted, letting go of my cock and standing up in front of me. Although sliding my cock against her cleavage hadn't gotten me hard enough, seeing her stand next to me in that curvy, sultry dress, like she had all night, somehow felt like it was doing more.

Maybe it was because this time, I didn't have to hide any signs of my cock from her. Or maybe because it was more blatant that she was looking anyway.

"After all that, and everything else...what I really should do, and what I really want to do..." Heather started as she walked up and pressed herself against me. "Is suck your cock longer...wetter...and harder than it's ever been sucked before. Enough so you see it whenever you go to sleep from now on..."

I was very, very tempted to accept that offer. Especially when her chest pressed against mine and I felt the fabric of her dress against my cock.

"But since you're such a deep sleeper...all of you..." Heather said as her hand reached for my cock. "I suppose we should get everything else out of the way first."

The first thing was for her to reach down and start trying to get my shirt off, apparently. I quickly finished that off for her, however. Once I was completely naked, and I could feel her still tantalizingly clothed body against my bare skin, I didn't know whether to just ravage her then and there or savor it all first.

Heather made the choice in the meantime, choosing to kiss me slow and deep. As her lips massaged mine and her tongue slowly entered the mix, I was soothed and seduced enough to take it slow. It helped me put my arms around her and slowly feel her body, as it led me back towards the couch.

When she broke off and got me to sit down, she settled herself into my lap. She rose her dress up, rested her legs against my hips and made it so my stirring shaft was pressed against her pussy lips. At that point, she slowly rose her hips up and down and let those lips stir my cock further.

Her rocking also had the side effect of pushing her chest closer to my face. As tempting as it was to just take the top of her dress down at last, I still hadn't gotten enough of seeing her heaving cleavage, especially from this angle. Before I saw the rest of her tits, I just had to enjoy this a while longer.

Taking a deep breath, I dropped my head into Heather's chest, letting my face rest against her exposed ample flesh. Merely breathing it in was only enough for several seconds, however, as I started kissing it and rubbing my mouth and face against it. For extra measure, my hand went up to cup the bottom of her chest, pushing it up improbably higher.

I felt Heather stroke the back of my head, moaning as her pussy kept rocking and stroking my cock at the same time. My hands stayed on the clothed half of her tits, rubbing the fabric and teasing what felt like her nipples. Meanwhile, my tongue slid over her cleavage before I kissed her exposed top half deeper.

Even with all this attention to her breasts, my hands were tempted to stray. So after one more squeeze, they went back down, lifted her dress up and went to squeeze her bare ass again, while I kept kissing the bare parts of her tits. But even I couldn't do just that forever.

I lifted my face up, watching Heather's as she waited hungrily for my next move. I let her feel it as my left index finger went down to her pussy, stroking and teasing it before entering it from behind. I watched Heather settle into it, her face looking even more beautifully blissful as her pussy tightened around my finger.

As for her own, her right hand reached down between our legs and found my cock, stroking it as I stroked the inside of her pussy. We stroked each other while I laid back and watched Heather's face and upper body move around in pleasure. It was too much for me to watch from so far away before long.

My face dropped back to her chest, so I could lick between her tits and dip my tongue in and out, hopefully like my finger was dipping into her pussy. Before long, I found better success doing the same to Heather's mouth.

We kissed more heatedly as our fingers got faster, until Heather broke off and hissed, "Higher."

I thought I heard "Harder," so my finger did just that, going faster along with it. However, after we kissed again, Heather more clearly said, "I said higher...but at least now you're wet enough..."

I put it all together in time to remove my finger, just as Heather removed mine from my cock and rose her hips up. She lined up and hovered herself over my renewed erection, while I took the further hint and pressed my wet finger up against her higher hole.

As she started to take my head in, I carefully got her ass ready to take my finger in at the same time. Ultimately, I slipped the tip of my index finger in while her other hole took much more of my cock in.

Heather moved her hips up and down, covering more of my cock as my finger settled into her backdoor. Once she completely sat on my cock, I groaned and pushed more of my digit in, making her groan louder and tighten around both her invaders. Needless to say, we both needed to adjust and catch our breath now.

When we were done, Heather began rocking her hips anew, just as I began to actually pump my finger inside her. My cock soon began to rise up as well, settling into a rhythm with her pussy. But before long, I was able to pump both her holes simultaneously, as Heather got into the habit of riding both my staffs.

Heather rode me and hovered her face and chest over me, leaving the parts of me other than my finger and cock paralyzed. I didn't know what else I could do in this position, except watch as Heather moaned and got both her holes drilled underneath that dress.

She couldn't actually still be comfortable in that outfit, though. I probably lost my chance to take it off earlier, however. I couldn't remove it without removing my cock and finger, and I was getting too carried away and selfish for that at the moment.

Nevertheless, there was one part of her I could finally free. Two, actually.

First, I took one last feel of the clothed bottom of her breasts with my free right hand, as my face dropped back into her exposed top half. I couldn't resist motorboating her, especially when I felt her move my hand aside and push her own breasts up further.

The second I moved my face back, Heather finally did what I should have done long ago - pull her top down herself.

Her full, incredible, age defying tits were now completely hanging out over her dress, already bouncing along with her. The sight of it made me realize I needed both my hands free for this part.

Hoping Heather wouldn't hold it against me later, I removed my finger from her ass and brought my hand out from under her dress. Now both hands were free to cup all of her ample chest, so I could lift it up myself and start devouring it.

I suckled and nicked her nipple passionately, in hopes it would make up for her no longer filled asshole. Heather kept riding me and gritting out the f-word, so I trusted all was somewhat forgiven. But I deeply sucked her tits and rubbed her nipples against my mouth, just in case.

"Fuck...fuck, okay...shit, this is too hot..." Heather groaned.

"Yep..." I agreed right into her chest.

"No, the other kind too...I gotta get the rest of this off, hold on..." Heather panted. It took me an extra second, but I realized just what she meant. Which meant I needed to stop for a while.

Groaning a bit more in frustration now, I still slowed down as Heather stopped riding me and got herself off my cock. She turned her back to me, needing me to help lower her dress zipper. Once my marbles were straight enough, I got enough blood back into my brain to remember how to do that.

After her dress was loose enough, Heather finally got to let it drop to the floor. Now I could see the completely naked back of her in front of me, down to her back, ass, legs, hips and figure. She then turned around to show me the naked front of her, down to her tits and glistening pussy.

And then she walked it away from me.

By the time I could properly react, Heather had reached her staircase. I got myself up and raced to follow, catching up just in time to see her walk up the last few stairs. By the time I got here, she was entering what I assumed was her bedroom.

I was proven right by the time I got in, as Heather sat herself on her mattress. By the time I reached it, Heather had popped two of her right fingers from her mouth, which she then put right in her pussy. She then put her left index finger in her mouth, then popped it off and lifted her hips up to expose her asshole.

Her left finger went into it soon enough, as I could only watch her stimulate her own holes. Yet she took her two fingers out of her pussy, still fucking her own ass while sliding her freed, wet fingers onto her left breast.

I wanted so badly to suckle and lick the juices she put on her tit. However, since she was fucking herself instead of letting me do it, I wondered if I was now being punished for leaving her ass alone down there.

Yet my thoughts were interrupted by Heather's groaning, as she inserted her finger completely into her ass. She pumped it hard for several moments before taking it out, catching her breath enough to tell me, "That's how I want you to fuck me..."

If that's what the lady wanted...

Heather didn't even need to move for this to work. She just kept her hips up enough for my cock to reach her asshole, as I stood over her. Once my head started inching into her hole, I placed my fingers I into her open pussy, rubbing it along and hoping the stimulation cancelled out the pain down below - if there was any by now.

Regardless, my head fully entered her asshole while a finger from each hand got into her pussy. They each started fucking her before my cock got into the act, with Heather eventually backing herself up to take more in. At that stage, I took my wet fingers out and put them on her tits, letting my cock take over the actual fucking.

In the meantime, I smeared Heather's juices onto her nipples and areolas, which she took to rubbing as well. We each made sure her tits were bouncing as her hips went back and forth as well, taking an inch of me into her behind at a time.

When I was all the way in, I let my right finger go back all the way into her pussy as well. I just wiggled it around and pinched her left nipple while fucking her, then froze my cock and let my finger take over fucking her while palming her full breast for a while.

"Oh God...oh my fuck..." Heather groaned. For all the countless sex and nude scenes she'd done in 25 years, even she hadn't had anything this extensive on camera. Off camera...I could think about another time.

This time, my next move was to take out my finger and just fuck her ass, doing it hard and fast to make up for it. Heather kept groaning, more and more incoherent with each thrust. I waited until her pussy got even wetter, rubbed it with both index fingers until they got wet again, and rubbed and coated her tits all over again until I palmed them both.

"Oh fuck...you just wanna cover me in cum again, huh?" Heather moaned. "No...I want your cum in my ass this time...I wanna feel it in there now...

I wanted to remind her that she couldn't give me the longest, hardest blowjob ever if I did that. Combined with where I was in now...

But she slammed her ass back harder and tighter against me, and I decided to concentrate on the here and now.

I was so set on doing that, I had to make myself slow down before long, since I was probably further along than she was. To close the gap, I brought my fingers back to Heather's pussy and let them take over.

Two of my left ones went inside of her, then I let my right index finger worm my way in. They just wiggled around as best they could, which made Heather throw her head back and move her hips around, while she began fondling her breasts herself. Still, I kept my fingers in her pussy where they belonged, for the moment.

The moment passed when I took my right finger out, let my left ones fuck her hard, then let my cock take over again. Heather wrapped her legs around me, kept telling me to fuck her some more, and wiggled her hips quite madly.

After squeezing both her nipples and shaking her breasts around, Heather's cries became more broken and erratic. I took it to mean she was getting close, so I tried to confirm it by shoving three of my left fingers into her pussy, while teasing her right nipple and thrusting my entire cock in and out of her.

"Fuck I'm cumming all over..." Heather started. She didn't need words to tell me the rest of it. The way her pussy tightened and exploded all over my left hand and fingers was enough.

I had to slow my cock down, both to enjoy Heather's orgasm and delay my own just a few seconds longer. But when I pulled my fingers out, Heather quickly took hold of them, surprising me with her energy even now.

"I'm tasting some kind of cum this time," she explained. With that, she wrapped her lips around my cum-soaked fingers, tasting herself.

And just as her cum went down one tight, hot hole, mine finally started shooting into another.

Heather's ass practically sucked at least a half-gallon of cum from me, at least by my biased estimation. Her mouth came off my fingers and let out a final long groan, although this one was barely a match for mine. And at the least, she was already lying down.

When I was done, I was surprised I didn't collapse on the floor then and there. Yet I stayed upright and tried somewhat to pull myself out of Heather's ass, although she removed herself just fine at the end. Once she was out of the way, I turned and sat on the edge of the couch before plopping onto my back.

If the date made a blowjob necessary for me to wake up, then this...maybe I was already too tired to finish that.

Neither me nor Heather moved as we lay next to each other, letting the silence win out for once. But when Heather got herself to her feet and headed off, I put my legs onto the bed and laid in the center. I figured I'd get comfortable in this position first, before I thought about what she was doing and why.

I did hear the sink being used, so I figured she was cleaning up for obvious reasons. Reassured, my eyes were halfway closed by the time I heard her walking back.

Then for the second time tonight, my eyes shot open from the feel of something wet on my cock. Only it wasn't a mouth.

"Hips up, please," Heather said, once I noticed her hovering a wet cloth over my cock. What's more, she was carrying a towel in her other hand.

Seeing no choice, I lifted my hips up and Heather took advantage by placing the towel under them. After I wound up sitting right on the towel, Heather took my flaccid cock and rubbed it with the wet cloth, the drops landing on the towel instead of her sheets.

"This is hardly going to get hard again...if that's what you're going for," I said.

"I have to do this before I go for it," Heather answered. "With where this has been...you had your way of cleaning me off, I have mine," she helpfully reminded.

"All right, I had that coming," I conceded. "But there's no way...not after both those..."

"That's why it's gonna be the longest one ever," Heather figured. "More than enough time to make it the hottest and hardest too."

"It's gonna be that no matter what. Because it's you," I showed my trust in her.

"But this time I won't be cheating," Heather noted. "You were already hard when I woke you. This...this is gonna be a challenge. Maybe one worth all your little stall tactics." She settled down onto the bed and finished, "Don't think I won't use some of my own, though."

The need for those was probably a long, long way off. But whatever she thought would help...

Heather laid down between my legs, her right elbow leaning right beside my inner thigh. My cock wasn't nearly hard enough for her to really work on, yet she had a way around that. Her right hand grabbed my still soft cock, holding it up and leaning her head down to start suckling my head.

Her tongue played with my slit as her lips covered my head, kissing it and rubbing it against her lips. She soon took my whole head into her mouth, humming on it and making it as wet as she could. I wasn't truly affected by it yet, but I appreciated the effort and the sight of it.

I let my head rest into Heather's blond hair and head, as her thumb started stroking underneath my head. Her mouth came off my tip and she kissed it for a while, before slowly sliding her tongue down. My shaft still wasn't hard, yet she kissed and licked down it towards my not quite taut ball sack.

Heather looked right at me as she kissed each of my balls and brushed her right fingers up and down my shaft. My hand did grasp her hair a little harder as she suckled one of my balls harder, and I audibly moaned when she took both of them in and hummed.

Even with slow results so far, her big blue eyes looked aroused and eager. I slid my hand down to her soft face, and she responded by rubbing my shaft against her open left cheek. The feeling on both sides of her made me feel the start of a little tingle.

After Heather felt me stirring, she dropped back down to work more thoroughly on my balls. When that wasn't enough, she dipped further down and kissed me right below my sack. She proceeded to bat her tongue on the bottom of my nuts, until she kissed further down and put her hands on both my sack and shaft.

I almost arched my hips up, as if I wanted her to go even lower. As I started to consider that I actually might, she actually did.

Her little tongue dip on my ass jolted me up harder, to which Heather went back up and started sucking my head again. With my staff getting harder, she'd be able to suck more of my cock any time now. The more her tongue curled around my head and her right fingers danced between my balls and taint, the more that time seemed quite near.

When she shoved her head down to take my entire, hardening cock in her mouth and lick it up, that time seemed about a second away.

To be fair, it probably took close to a half-minute more for me to get truly hard when she popped off. But between her suckling and her licking me up and down, I easily lost count. However long it took, I was fully hard faster than at least one of us expected.

Nevertheless, I was nowhere near close to cumming, and we both knew it. This meant that Heather still had a lot more work to do - and now she was in prime position to do it.

With my cock at full strength on the outside again, Heather more aggressively bobbed up and down my shaft, then more thoroughly licked me from top to bottom. Now that my balls were getting tight again, she got more vocal and forceful in sucking them into her mouth. When she finished there, she placed her lips on my head and rubbed them all over.

"I really want my mouth fucked right now," Heather admitted. "I really, really want this cock down my throat..."

Before I could take her up on that myself, she slammed her mouth down my cock for me. Just as I got used to it, she came off with a flourish. But she soon came back down and bobbed on me furiously, until I started thrusting into her myself.

I fucked her mouth hard for several seconds, then she came off and stroked my much wetter shaft. She then took charge and bobbed me into her throat over and over, as my hand rested into her hair and narrowly resisted pushing her head down. Yet when she let me fuck her again, I couldn't refuse for long.

Heather resumed command, noisily slurping and sucking me all the way down. Her head wouldn't stay still for more than a half-second, as she bobbed, shook it and slammed it against my groin. She finally kept it still as I fucked her mouth for a final stretch, but figured that was all I could take.

When I took myself out, Heather caught her breath and regrouped, her eyes darting between me and my cock. "Now that that's out of my system..." she figured.

Indeed, Heather's next round on my cock was slower and less out of control. She was almost soothing as she enjoyed tonguing, suckling and sliding her lips and tongue over me, lulling me into bliss. Given that I didn't have to worry about cumming right now, and we'd both had our wildest moment pass, this was just plain fun.

I could just sit back, enjoy Heather's wondrous mouth, admire her lovely face as it enjoyed me, and let my hands rub her face and hair - as if that gave her as much pleasure as she was giving me. Yet although it was unequal, Heather didn't seem to mind, since she hummed pleasingly anyway and teased every inch of me she could suck and touch.

However, she took her left hand away from me a short time later. In fact, she was reaching around to her own genitals instead. Apparently she was reawakening down there as well, and she was choosing to handle it herself for now.

I could have offered to do it myself, but that would have blocked out my view at the moment. Since she was humming louder and working with even more enthusiasm as she fucked herself, I didn't exactly want to look away.

Still, Heather inserting a second finger into herself was fairly distracting. It got even more so when she placed her thumb against her asshole, stimulating that on top of everything. She didn't put it inside, yet she still managed to work on both her lower holes while filling her upper one with my cock all at once.

"Tastes so good," Heather finally spoke when she freed her mouth. She hovered her mouth around me while focusing on fingering herself all over for the moment. "Feels so good, too..." She added.

Before I could agree, Heather plunged her mouth back on me and stroked the bottom with her free right hand. Somehow, she did all this while her left hand fucked her down below, as every part of her worked quickly and passionately.

The spectacle was enough to make me feel...ready. Against all biology, here I was apparently going one more time...damn, she was good.

Goddamn, she was fucking good. Whether I said that out loud or not after her tongue did...that to my underside, and her hand tugged my balls just like that, it didn't make it any less true.

True enough to make me...fuck, to actually make me...

...freeze in limbo after Heather just fucking took her hands and mouth off me.

She even took her left hand off her pussy and ass, further blindsiding me. Before I could put words and questions together, she got up and crawled over to my upper body.

"Your cock needs a break before it goes off," Heather informed. "But your mouth doesn't. I could do this alone, but you earned another shot. Just from a different angle."

My face clearly looked anxious and on edge, but Heather didn't see it. Eventually, it was mainly because she was sitting up and hovering her ass and pussy over my face.

Admittedly, that view helped to calm me down and forget about my blue balls. Having her wet pussy come down towards my mouth made me even more forgiving.

And the faster I did this and made her cum one last time, the faster she could make us even again.

With both selfish and unselfish reasoning, I lifted my mouth up and started devouring Heather's pussy again. Once I got in the swing of it, I even let my tongue go up to her ass while my fingers went back on her snatch. Fingering that and licking her up higher sounded like a winning strategy, if Heather's groans were truthful.

"Oh, come on, you taste my cum now...then I can get to yours," Heather got out. I certainly believed that.

I stepped up my efforts, tonguing her pussy and running my hands all over her ass, brushing her hole every so often too. Before long, I reached up and tried to get a hold of her tits, remembering that helped trigger her last time.

Once I managed to grab them, I let my tongue go off for all it was worth. "Oh yeah, one more...I got one more big shot of cum in me..." Heather promised. "If it's anything like the one you got in that hard cock...oh, it still looks so good..."

With that, Heather removed my hands from her cock and dropped herself down. Her ass and pussy stayed over me, but now her upper body was on my lower one and her head was headed right back for my cock. This last-minute sixty-nine was on.

The second I felt her mouth back on me, I let mine moan right into her pussy and suck her as hard as I could. I kind of hoped I'd be inspired to make her cum right now, so she could stop before making me cum. At the least, I wanted to see myself cum in or on her face - but then again, she didn't have the best view when I came on her the first time.

Even with Heather's mouth going lower, my tongue got as deep as possible into her. Even as her hand went back on my balls, one of mine tickled her asshole as the other tickled her pussy. Finally, I let my left index finger go into her ass and the thumb go into her pussy, while I licked the side of her pussy for good measure.

The double penetration seemed to work, at least enough for Heather to take her mouth off me. She groaned, backed up against my fingers and urged me to fuck and lick her harder until she came.

I only needed about a minute until I took my thumb out, let my tongue go all the way back in and trigger that final release.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, take it, take it, fuck me, now!" Heather babbled before unloading. It made me kind of proud to reduce someone with her power to that. Or maybe she knew such an act would get to me...or whatever else I could think over when she wasn't drenching my tongue.

I licked and drank her up once more, and once more she wasn't in a position to see it. Yet she wasn't sucking me off to make me see what that was like. Maybe she would when she recovered, which would be any moment now.

Yet she let her hips move over my mouth and face, letting the last bits of cum out. When it was finished, I heard her take a few deep breaths, then roll off me.

If I wasn't allowed to rest and go to sleep yet, then...or maybe I was. I didn't know and I wasn't brave enough to question her yet.

"Fuck...that's enough. Just one more thing and that's enough..." she said. "You hand it over now..."

Heather returned between my legs, picking up right where she left off with her mouth. But after getting me wet again, she used the last trick up her sleeve.

"Tell me when," she instructed, before taking her tits and using them to smother my cock.

When and any other words were far from my lips, as I watched Heather pump her full tits over my throbbing cock. I could only start moving my hips up to fuck them myself, which made Heather keep them still.

That wasn't quite enough, so I reached over to take hold of them myself, fondling them while I fucked them. She let me sit back and do nothing earlier, so I owed her a similar rest before I exploded all over her. Or in her, whatever she decided on.

She stuck her tongue out and licked my head whenever it came up, so I hoped that decision was coming soon. It felt like it'd be coming not much longer from now.

"Tell me when all that hot, young cum is cumming all over me," Heather asked. She then took hold of her tits again, squeezed them so I couldn't move, and took my head right in her mouth.

A few suckles and licks on her part, and fondles on my part, and I had to yell "When!" in quite a hurry.

Heather took her tits off as I started to unleash the biggest, hardest orgasm ever to cap off the biggest, hardest blowjob ever. The remains landed on her lips and face before she wrapped her lips around me, swallowing the cum she wanted ever since she woke me up in this exact position.

But in this position, she would come off and let me sleep afterwards this time. And like she promised, I kept seeing it all over again in my sleep.

Since sleeping delayed the hottest after-date action ever, it was the very least it could do.

THE END

[Robertdoc]

Hollywood's Hot Cougars 8: Amy Adams

Originally published December 2014



I didn't know who Darren Le Gallo was when I first met him. Not many people would know him at first glance, probably. At least not without knowing what he's best known for.

I just knew him as an actor and artist who I befriended. I just saw him as a fellow artist who could lend support as I tried to make my way in the business. I didn't know who else he knew in any other business.

He didn't even mention he had a fiancée right away. Perhaps I should have suspected that a bit more.

At the time, I just took him at face value when he said he'd been together with a woman for over a decade, had a little daughter together, and were just now preparing to get married. He also said she was an actress, but he didn't say who it was.

I could have easily Googled Darren's name the first day we met to find out more about him, and who he was attached to. But of course, I didn't actually do more research on him until that night. And of course, it turned out he was hiding...that.

Given the laugh he had the next time he saw me, it was clear he knew I hadn't figured it out until now. Maybe he was messing with me or testing me that way.

But I really failed the test when his fiancée actually showed up.

A fiancée I was now aware of as the very famous, multi Oscar-nominated, gorgeous Amy Adams.

It was one thing to be a fan and ardent admirer of hers for years. It was another to actually meet her and be newfound friends with her husband. But it was my own fault for not using Google faster, I supposed.

Then again, decisively proving I wasn't getting close to Darren for his...connections may have gotten me some extra credibility. So there was that. If that helped explain why Darren and Amy kept hanging around me anyway, even when Amy was on rare breaks.

I was caught up too much to really question it. Even when their anniversary arrived, and they invited me over to help them celebrate.

I was probably past being star struck at this point. I was less in awe of these people themselves, and more in awe that they kept wanting to be around a hopefully up-and-coming, mid-20s guy like me. Even on a special day like this, apparently.

Not thinking about it would probably help me more than it would hurt. So I went to their place, where there were no other guests around. Their kid was staying somewhere else, leaving the three of us alone to fill up the house with talk, laughs, and enough drinks to keep us just shy of being drunk.

I felt just clear headed enough by the time we were sitting together on the living room couch. Amy was right between me and Darren, wearing a light blue dress that was a perfect fit with her eyes. She had the tiniest bit of cleavage showing, although the sides of her boobs were covered up, unlike for most of American Hustle.

I prided myself on never actually bringing that up in front of them, and I hoped to continue that now. There were other things I shouldn't have been thinking about right now too, but they were harder to forget about. Especially when Amy turned the full weight of her bright eyes, face and smile on me.

Amy had the initial outward appearance of a mousey, demure, innocent redhead. That may not do it for some, but to me, it made her all the more alluring. Especially when she showed what a formidable, fiery cookie she was beneath that surface, which made her even more alluring and enchanting.

It was the key to her success in her recent tougher film roles, and I found it seemed to define her just as much off screen as well. And she was actually fucking 40...actually 15 years older than me. The things she must have known...

To me, it made her modest, unassuming, seemingly innocent surface all the more seductive and irresistible. Knowing and suspecting what kind of passion was underneath that surface...was chief among the things I shouldn't think about now. Especially about the wife of a friend on their anniversary.

If Amy saw me wrestling with that, I really wasn't doing a good job. And yet she soon stopped looking so much at me, which was probably for the best. Her attention was focused on her fiancée, as it should be, as she got closer to him and drew him in like a tractor - which I could relate to and feel envy for all at once.

Darren got to be drawn in enough to actually kiss her. And Amy liked it enough that she actually slid herself into Darren's lap, right in front of me. There was that passion I really couldn't think about in detail until I left - which I may have had to soon anyway.

As I started figuring out how to take my leave and say goodnight, Amy broke off of Darren and focused on me again. "Sorry, should have given you a heads up, right?" she asked, for some reason.

"No, no," I said graciously. "If ever there was a night for PDA, this is it, right?"

"Yeah," Amy agreed. "It's a hell of a thing, huh?

"Uh huh," Darren answered for her. "All these years and we still do stuff like this. For over a decade...not many people like us in this town can say that anymore. It hasn't been easy, but we can."

"And we haven't had to do it like other people," Amy chimed in. "We haven't needed to rush to get married to prove we're in it for the long haul. Or prove we can be good parents. We know no matter what our marital status is, or what our relationship is like, we can trust each other to get through it. Even when we prove it in...unique ways."

"Like after Amy gave birth, for instance," Darren stated. "I know I haven't told you this before. We've only told a few people. But we wanted to save telling you for tonight."

"Why did you need to do that?" I asked, if only to say something.

"You'll see," Amy half-answered. "You see, between being new parents, our schedule and my...insecurities, we were pretty dodgy for a while. So about two anniversaries ago, we got really desperate. Desperate enough to try getting our spark back...with another guy there."

There was nothing to say to that. Nothing G-rated anyway. So I settled for making a choking noise and waiting for someone to clarify.

"And lo and behold, it worked. And not in the way I thought it would," Amy shared. "The guy was...impressive. But even with a new guy there to fuck and suck, in front of someone I hadn't fucked and sucked like that in a while...I still wanted Darren more. Even after all we'd been through, in that moment, I wanted my old guy more in every way. And proving it to him even while someone else was fucking me...it was indescribable."

"Then we knew. If we could do that, we could still do anything," Darren got back in. "Then when we brought another guy in on our last anniversary, it was just for fun. No matter what else Amy did, she would come back to me and I'd still want her. It's why I haven't worried about her on her sets, or with admirers, with guys who want to fuck her or guys who actually fuck her with me."

"Or with you," Amy really drove it home.

"Hold on," I said before I lost my voice and nerve. I said it two more times while waiting for an actual excuse or defense to pop up.

"Calm down," Amy said first. "We've known you long enough to know you're not that kind of guy. We can tell by now, trust me. We know the difference between real pervs and creeps...and guys who look at me like I'm the sun. Guys who are more smitten than horny about me, even if they're definitely horny. And guys who actually like the both of us enough that they would never try anything for real. Not without permission."

Now the pieces were coming together...in ways that seemed to defy belief. Defy any rational dream. I didn't think I was dreaming, and they wouldn't be this detailed if they were too drunk. But they'd have to be drunk to be offering...what I thought they were. Right?

"For the record, this isn't why I became friends with you. Or why she did," Darren explained. "We weren't even gonna do it this year. But we knew we'd keep wondering 'what if' if we didn't. And we'd be too awkward around you to stay friends if we did. We didn't keep in touch with the last two, but...we want it to be different with you."

"It's okay to want those things," Amy promised. "And it's okay to want and have other things. For tonight only. We know we'll be fine either way. I'd like to think you'll be too."

They were nice thoughts. If I could get the forbidden ones out of my system for good, and stay friends with them at the same time...it might be worth it. But could doing that for just one night be enough? Would I have to be...really, really thorough to make sure nothing lingered after tonight? Would she want to be that thorough?

Wow. This was moving past the question of "Should I do this?" and into "How would we?" That was revealing enough.

"Okay, you don't have to decide now," Amy said. "But I want to kiss and start working up my fiancée. I've wanted to all fucking night. And I can feel how much more he wants to work me up. Whenever you want to help, you go ahead."

With that, Amy turned her head from me and focused on her man. The man whose lap she was still on, the man who had to be hard under her right now, the man she was leaning down to kiss - and the man who was apparently willing to share.

However, I just wanted to watch for this moment, while I got my strength up and inhibitions out of the way. I wanted to watch them kiss, and they wanted to be watched by me. They wanted me to see how passionate and in love they were - and how whatever I did with Amy wouldn't change that.

Despite how worked up they obviously were, they weren't tearing their clothes off or slobbering on each other. They kissed deeply, sweetly but with obvious intensity - which summed them up as a whole. Which summed up Amy as a whole.

I'd seen Amy in her share of make out scenes, especially those ones I rewinded over and over in her David O. Russell films. But seeing her live, seeing just how beautiful she was while rocking on Darren, and how Darren was bending to her will...it was something I just had to be a part of.

Amy broke off and helped Darren remove his shirt, the two of them still focused on each other as I drew nearer. She went down to kiss from his neck to his ear, while I leaned in over her. I didn't know what to do or where to start, as my eyes darted from her hair to the back of her dress.

That fucking luscious red hair deserved some attention, first and foremost. So while Amy nibbled and kissed Darren's ear, I reached over and tentatively put my hand on the back of her head.

The silky, soft, tempting texture and color of her hair almost made me groan out loud. When I leaned down to put my face in it and kiss the back of her head, I did hear Amy groan into Darren's ear. He groaned in kind as I brushed Amy's hair to the side and put my lips on the bare skin of her neck.

Amy started to rise up, so I sat up in time first. She sat up straight on Darren's lap, still not looking at me as her back remained turned. I looked down her body and dress, then impulsively lifted the back of it up, revealing a pair of purple panties framing what looked like the apple shape of her ass.

Overcome, I let my hands fondle her panties and ass, while my head dropped down to Amy's right shoulder, nuzzling her hair and neck. Amy softly moaned, rocking her ass back to meet my hands and grind against Darren. Despite how hot and soft it all was, it was enough to tell us it wasn't enough.

"We need more room," Amy said. "Let's go up...do it now..." Like me, she had to go upstairs for more room or we'd just keep going in this cramped setting anyway. Being on the same page like that had to bode well.

Reluctantly, I took my face and hands off of Amy, standing on my feet and giving them room. Amy finally came off Darren's lap, only to lower her dress and let it drop to the floor, fully exposing her matching purple bra and panties - and the rest of her bare body.

Technically, Amy's breasts appeared more perky than ample, even in her flattering bra. Her curves didn't stick out significantly, her legs were long but not enough to classify her as 'leggy' and her ass appeared to be just a fair size. Perhaps her body on its own wasn't as outwardly sexy and seductive as others in Hollywood.

It was her aura that made it so, though.

The aura of that lovely face, gorgeous hair, pretty set of lips, seemingly innocent demeanor and desire burning just underneath. The aura of her being fit enough to pass for someone in her 20's, instead of someone just over 40. On their own, each part of her was fair and pretty - but the total package of Amy combined to make her one of the most gorgeous, hypnotizing visions I'd ever seen.

It made me realize just how overdressed I was, that was for sure. Without thinking, I took off my pants, figuring it would set me apart from them. Darren was topless, I was bottomless and Amy was in her two piece, so I hoped it balanced out.

Amy seemed amused by my impulse, but wasn't laughing as much when I followed up by lowering my underwear. Before I could figure if that was good or bad, I said, "Well, you said we were going upstairs." She hinted at it, but I could be excused for paraphrasing.

There was no time to get words right while following Amy upstairs, with Darren apparently following us. I didn't bother to look back, in case I remembered just how awkward this could and should get in front of him. So it was helpful that Amy took my hands and got me to sit next to her on the bed, taking him out of my sight.

My view was just on Amy, and I found I really wanted to keep it that way. Especially as she slid closer to me. "It's okay," she said, right as I heard Darren take his pants off. It was easier not to see that when I saw Amy's face coming closer.

"We're not in any hurry. You don't have to ravage me...not for starters. Just ease into it however you want. However you imagined it," Amy said matter of factly.

Her tempting lips, gaze and mostly-naked body made her like a seductress. Yet the warmth, reassurance and sweetness in her eyes and face - combined with the undeniable lust underneath that exterior - made this somehow feel...safe. And sexy.

With that, I relaxed as Amy slid her lips onto mine, slowly closing my eyes as my senses were flooded. As I gently pressed my lips back, the taste of her lips, the sound of them softly humming against mine, the nearby strawberry scent of her hair and the feel of her bare waist in my hands was...blissful all around.

"That's it, kiss me..." Amy whispered, making it impossible to say no.

Our kisses got softer, yet deeper as her body pressed against mine and my hands reached her bra. I let my thumbs go onto her cups, rubbing the center of them until I clearly felt her nipples. I then cupped the rest of her covered, firm chest, just as Amy began to press me against the mattress.

She soon laid on top of me, her panty-clad center beginning to brush my erection. Her tongue slid into my mouth as my hands went onto her back, yet her lips soon went below mine. Amy kissed down to my neck and upper chest, the top of her head soon brushing my lips and chin.

I couldn't resist kissing her head and resting my face into it, while I tried to start unhooking her bra. After I succeeded, I left her back bare, although her breasts still laid inside her looser cups against my chest. Before I made a move to remove them, Amy made her own move.

She placed her left hand on the back of my neck, leaning back up to kiss me again. Her tongue went into my mouth faster, at the same time her right hand went down my body. It reached my cock and grabbed on in time for me to moan right in her mouth.

Amy kept kissing me deep and massaging the back of my head, albeit not as hard as she massaged my cock. I was out of breath in more ways than one, with my hands just resting on her back. I moved them in time to grab her bra and slide it away, putting my hands between our chests so I could rest her round tits into them.

She jacked me off, kissed me and cradled the back of my head while I just cupped her breasts and nipples. It didn't seem even, yet she moaned into my mouth anyway. When she broke off while still rubbing me, I didn't know if I'd catch my breath in time to warn her that I might cum.

Even so, Amy knew to take her hand off me at that moment - somewhat unfortunately.

"Not yet," she said. "I want both your cocks in me first." I was pretty lucky she didn't stroke me when I heard that.

Amy slid down my body, kissing down my chest along the way. This allowed me to finally see her breasts slide against me, not to mention her hair. But I was still merely swollen as Amy settled between my legs, her head hovering over my erect cock.

This gave me room to see Darren standing behind Amy, his own cock in his hand. But both his hands soon went onto Amy, clearly lowering her panties. With her bare ass more visible to him than me, he stood behind it with a clear purpose.

"Do it. Fuck me with his cock in my mouth," Amy told him. He entered her first, then she filled her other hole herself - with me.

Darren started thrusting into his fiancée right away, as Amy hummed and sucked on my cock with equal fervor. Her hands rested on my thighs, holding on while she backed her ass up against Darren's hips. She finally came off my cock, keeping her mouth an inch or two above it.

It stayed her as she moaned and breathed on it, somehow tempting me to blow as much as her blowing did. "Fuck me...fill me up..." Amy panted, her words and breath surrounding the head of my cock without covering it.

Amy let me fill her mouth up again, as my right hand rested on her head. It went down to the bottom of her luxurious hair, holding, stroking and trying not to grab it too much, instead of pushing her head down. But Amy let her head go down lower on her own.

Darren sped up his thrusts, as far as I let myself tell. Amy popped off and turned her head back to him, urging him on as she shook her ass. "Baby, yeah...I want you to make me cum...don't you cum till I cum. Both of you..." she turned back to me. "I wanna do it all myself..."

On that note, Amy kept her head over my cock, breathing hotly on it instead of sucking it. Yet I did come down from the brink just enough as a result, even with Amy's panting face over me. I reached over to touch it, cupping her right cheek just as Darren cupped both her cheeks from behind.

"Yeah..." Amy breathed out gently, lost in Darren's thrusts, it would appear. Yet she soon stuck her tongue out to wet my cockhead, then slid it down the rest of my shaft. Before long, she buried her face between my legs, her lips resting on my balls before she started tonguing them.

I involuntarily thrust my hips up, although my cock wasn't in anything. Amy was more productive in sucking my balls, and I settled for running both my hands through her hair and head. I started thrusting my balls against her mouth while Darren's balls smashed against her hips and pussy, until Amy's face finally came back up.

"I want you both to fuck me..." Amy urged, sinking her mouth back on my cock. Darren made himself go faster, leaving me no choice but to do the same. I started fucking Amy's mouth, watching her take more of my cock in when not seeing her ass jiggle against Darren's hips.

We fucked her hard on both ends for several seconds, until Amy finally released me to catch her breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm almost there...Darren, hold on and let me cum on you..." she cried.

She turned her head, leaving my wet, throbbing cock alone - likely for the best. I made myself refuse to touch it and refuse to thrust, even as Amy's groans and imminent orgasm made it harder.

But I was clean - relatively - as Darren rubbed and fucked her into oblivion, her orgasmic cries falling onto my thigh. She turned her head back to me as she grit her teeth and came, her face crumbling and radiating relief and joy. I registered Darren breathing deeply and holding on as well.

"Fuck, I gotta get out now..." I heard Darren groan, pulling out of her and stepping back. Amy stayed where she was, closer to my bulging shaft.

Eventually, she asked plainly, "Can you help me up, please?" like this was so ordinary. Maybe for her it was by now, but still...

Still, I took her hand and let her lean on me as she sat on her knees. She helped me sit up too, leading me out of the bed and getting me to stand next to Darren. I briefly looked at his own wet, impressively engorged cock, before Amy stole our focus by dropping to her knees in front of us.

"I want both your cocks in me again," Amy stated. Yet she started by taking Darren's in her mouth, followed by mine.

She used a hand each on our cocks, pumping them while going back and forth sucking our heads. I didn't know how I was holding back, much less him. Yet Amy soon took herself off him and put her hands and mouth onto me.

She covered my shaft with her hands, squeezing gently while sucking sweetly on my head, batting her sweet eyes up at me in the process. I was so enraptured and so fixed on trying not to cum, I barely saw Darren turn and put his cockhead against Amy's cheek.

I did notice when Amy came off, grabbed his head and pressed it against mine - then tried to cram both our heads into her mouth.

It wasn't scientific, and she couldn't really get our entire heads in. She just had enough for her to slide her tongue and lips over our heads for several moments. I thought I was gonna cum right on his cock, and I was losing the will power to care. So was he, apparently.

But Amy made the decision for us, removing me and merely sinking her mouth on Darren. She kept her right hand on his shaft, pumped and sucked wonderfully, as far as I could tell. Her left stayed on me and stroked - and didn't have to do it for long.

She gave me nowhere else to aim as I started to cum right on Amy's cheek and the side of her face. Darren's cum was just going right in her mouth at the same time, by the looks of it.

When it was over, I caught my breath and watched my cum drip down half of Amy's face. It was almost a pornographic version of Harvey Two-Face - but Amy wasn't in that DC movie franchise.

Darren took himself out of her mouth and left, likely to get tissues. I was left alone with her, the afterglow and shock of it all now washing over - albeit not as much as other things washed on me. She and her half stained face and freshly fucked mouth turned to me, not looking particularly fazed.

"I didn't imagine that," was the first thing that came to mind - and out of my mouth. Once that registered, I doubled down and asked, "Did you? I mean, before now? When you were...putting this together?"

"I did this the first time I...did this. Not the last time," Amy said, as plainly as she could with cum on her face. Although I knew Darren would be back soon to clean her up, it felt...ungrateful to do nothing about it for her. It was my cum, after all.

Without thinking, I reached out and brushed my thumb over her face, trying to wipe my wads off. I got a few before we noticed Darren was now back, carrying tissues in his hand.

"Should have saved me the trip, then. Especially since these are too late," Darren stated. Looking down to see my hand soaked with cum, I now felt a little foolish. It was a little less so when Amy held back a smile - but not completely.

"Okay...I should go wash my hands, then. I can find the bathroom from here," I assured.

Once again, I paid for my haste by taking a bit long to find the bathroom, all while keeping my wet hand from leaking. But I got it safely to the sink and washed it completely, getting my head on somewhat straighter.

When I felt both clear headed and ready to face them again, I headed back to the bedroom. It only took one look to feel out of place, as a fresher faced Amy was back on her feet and kissing Darren. He dropped his now wet tissues on the floor and kissed back, their naked bodies now practically snuggled together.

Since I was drained - although being drained didn't stop them - I couldn't really react with too much lust. It was more accurate that I...admired them. In every way.

Darren kissed down her face, then actually noticed me along with Amy. "I'll just get my clothes and go?" I offered.

"No," Amy shot down. "Watch..."

What I watched next was Darren getting on his knees this time, while Amy stood over him to receive. He ignored me as I made my way towards the bed, sitting while he began licking Amy out.

She watched me settle down, groaning softly as Darren eased her back into the mood. Before long, she focused back on Darren and ran her fingers through his hair. His hands went on her hips and held her close, his tongue presumably going faster.

I actually saw Amy's wet pussy when Darren went lower and tongued the bottom of it. He teased her and got her louder until his lips went onto her clit, keeping it from my view. I could have gotten closer, but I just wanted to watch like she said, for now.

Amy pushed herself deeper against Darren, as his hand slid back to cup her ass. Her head went back, her eyes closing while her mouth hung open. Steadier moans came out the more she grinded against him, all as her breathing got heavier. I didn't just need to look at her rising breasts to tell them.

I was lucky to glance when I could, once Amy cupped them and started rubbing them herself. Between Darren's work on her pussy and ass, and her own work on her boobs, she was getting stimulated all over. All except one area.

Now I felt ready to get back in there.

I walked up to Amy's side, making sure not to interrupt Darren in his work. After she looked at me and I made sure she was ready, I leaned in to kiss her and add to her pleasure. As my tongue slid into her mouth, Amy let me take over holding her tits as Darren kept rimming her pussy.

Her moans and tongue collided with my own, with mine getting harder as I cupped her lovely breasts and rosy nipples. But those became too tempting for me, leaving me to break from her lips and put mine on her boobs.

My left hand stayed on her left tit while I suckled her right, making sure both her nipples were peaked. I didn't know if Amy's cries were that much more because of Darren than me, but I hoped it was a little close.

"You want more?" I heard, in a voice that sounded too rough to be Amy's. It made me pop off her nipple to see Darren below me, his mouth fairly wet.

"I do too," he said before I could answer. He took my hand off of Amy's left breast, lowering it to her pussy to make it clearer. As I froze from feeling her pussy for the first time, Darren crawled away until he was right behind Amy.

When I saw him on his knees behind her, I got the strategy. Acting quick, I got on my knees in front of Amy's pussy, while Darren zeroed in on her ass.

"Do it, lick me all over...fuck, baby!" Amy cried, clearly from Darren's tongue reaching her ass. Not wanting to miss out, I placed my face on her pussy and started tonguing it right away. "Yeah, eat me...all those fucking tongues in me..." she babbled.

Wanting to do a bit extra, I put my hands up to cup her breasts once again. I rubbed and teased her nipples as my tongue got deeper into her wet pussy. Despite everything, however, I still almost envied Darren as he rimmed and got to hold her firm ass.

Still, Amy rocked her hips back and forth on both of us, driving us both in deeper. I considered that maybe there'd be time for us to switch jobs - but with Amy gushing and moaning, she probably wouldn't take much longer.

In that case, I had to work as fast as I could while I could.

Keeping my right fingers on her right nipple, I brought my left hand down and swiftly slid my index finger into her. "Oh, fuck...fuck me..." Amy urged, which I did while licking her up and down.

Between our tongues, my finger fucking her, my fingers stroking her right nipple and her own left hand stroking her left one, Amy was really getting it. It became clearer when her right hand grabbed the back of my head, then when her hips thrust against my face and finger for several moments before thrusting back on Darren's face.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum...I want you to taste my cum..." Amy said, clearly to me - I hoped. But even if it was to Darren, he wouldn't get back there in time. And he didn't.

Amy unleashed herself on me, as I barely got my finger out in time to fully taste it all. I sucked and drew her fluids into me, with Amy arching herself onto me and holding my head. Once she finally finished, she loosened her grip and ran her fingers more softly through my hair.

I stayed in place, licking her clean and savoring her taste. But as Amy let out a louder moan again, it was clear Darren wasn't done savoring her other taste behind her.

"Baby...get your cock in there quick..." Amy asked. Seeing the signs, I backed off and got on my feet. From there, I watched as Darren got on his feet, took Amy back to bed and sat in front, waiting for her to rest herself on his lap.

Amy got into the reverse cowgirl position, hovering her ass over his cock. Since Darren likely fully lubed up her hole, his cock was able to go in dry. I went closer to see Darren's head press into her asshole, making Amy hiss as she took him in.

Standing on the right side of the bed, I had more of a sense of Darren's point of view, watching Amy's peachy ass settle into his lap as his cock filled it up. She rose it up, almost releasing Darren's shaft until she dropped down to take it in deeper.

"Come on, baby..." Amy went on. Darren fulfilled her request and started fucking her ass in earnest, eventually dropping it all the way down onto his lap. He held her hips and kept her in place as he really got going, with Amy sitting up and enjoying the ride.

Her pussy was still wide open for anyone else - which perhaps might have been the whole point. And my cock was still more than hard enough again...

In case I read it wrong, I went over to stand in front of Amy without doing anything. I watched her enjoy Darren's cock and push her ass harder into his lap, her breasts bouncing along the way. This led me to hold her nipples again, rubbing them with my thumbs while pushing her tits up.

"Fuck me..." Amy groaned. On that, I put my left hand down to slide against her pussy lips, before slipping my left finger in. It started to fuck her until Amy grabbed my face and kissed me hard. At that moment, all her holes were being filled and fucked.

And yet Amy broke off and hotly whispered, "Fuck me..." With special emphasis on the first word.

The meaning fully hitting me in the face, I acted quick and pressed my cock against her pussy. She pushed forward and engulfed my head, taking more of me in as she kept taking all of Darren in behind her.

Before long, we were in a true DP situation. And when she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again, I could really say she was being fucked in three hole at once. I even fucked her mouth with my tongue to be sure of it.

When our lips broke, Amy rested her forehead against mine, holding me while riding both our cocks. My hands held the sides of her tits as they pressed into my chest, but I couldn't resist putting my right hand down to grab her ass. I was well aware that Darren would see it jiggle as I moved it around, yet I couldn't care.

"You gonna cum?" Amy asked me.

"You gonna make me?" I dared.

"No...no, I don't want to. Not you," she replied. "In fact, get out now. Just use your other tools."

"Why?" I probably shouldn't have asked, but I did.

"Because I still want to fuck you myself when he's done." Good answer.

Knowing the respite would do me good anyway, I pulled out after a few final thrusts. Regardless, I quickly put a finger back in so she could still be fucked at both ends.

"Okay..." Amy confirmed, then turned her head to Darren. "You're not getting off that easy."

"No kidding," Darren shot back.

"Get off in my ass. Cum inside and fill me up again..." Amy gasped. "I want to be filled with my future husband's cum..."

I likely should have let Darren take it from there. He certainly looked determined enough to get it done himself, as he grabbed her hips and fucked her faster. He even reached around and inserted a finger into her, seemingly making me useless.

"Now you...please..." Amy turned back to me. "Both of you fuck my pussy..."

Despite how I wouldn't be completely surrounded by Amy, I took the plunge anyway. I supposed it could have been more crammed if she wanted...two longer things in there at once. How would that work?

But as Amy tightened on us and tightened her ass on Darren's cock, I focused on what was in front of me now. Like Amy throwing her head back, Darren putting his free hand on her breast, and me quickly covering the other one with my free hand. To complete the assault, I went back in to kiss her and tongue fuck her mouth again.

There wasn't a single major part of Amy that was neglected by now. Ultimately, however, Amy broke from my mouth as Darren sat up, turning her head to meet his. Somehow, they both stayed upright enough for us to finger fuck her pussy, though we might not have had to much longer.

"Cum, baby, cum baby..." Amy trailed off, pausing until a steady, increasingly loud moan came out. It wasn't all that came out of her.

Amy turned her head back to me and watched herself cum on our hands. Meanwhile, Darren groaned into Amy's flowing hair as his release came. I had a much clearer view of Amy's orgasm, though.

I took my finger away midway through, letting Darren get covered with the rest of it. I licked mine clean just as Amy noticed, then saw Darren remove his and bring it to her lips. She took a few lips before letting Darren finish up, before they both finally laid down on their backs.

Amy took herself off Darren's cock, the two of them laying side by side in the afterglow. This left me standing and still in need of relief, although it was fairly hard to be greedy. Yet she did promise to take care of it by fucking me alone.

Nevertheless, I had to be on her time. The more time she took, the more I could take later. Then again, after going off three times, her pussy did need a considerable rest, I assumed. It seemed Darren was helping with that, since he and Amy were virtually snuggling now.

I stepped away to give them space, not hearing whatever quiet sweet talk they were saying to each other. It was quite a sight for an erect, naked man to stand in a corner, facing away from two naked people in their own bed. I supposed it was one last unlikely image for the night.

At last, Darren got up and picked up his pants and underwear from the floor, turning to me just to say, "I'll be in the living room when you're ready to come out." Without further explanation, he left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

On second thought, he didn't need much of one. On third thought, as I turned back to see Amy sitting up on the bed, still naked and waiting for me, it didn't matter either way.

A few things did still matter by the time I sat next to her, now all alone with her and about to...perform alone with her for the first and likely last time. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. You've both done your best to keep me from complaining," Amy actually joked.

"Were we too good?" I asked anyway. "You don't have to...I mean if you've...had to perform too much. You don't need to force one more out for me."

"I know. But I'd at least like to try first, so I can be sure," Amy offered. "Maybe if I ease my way back into it myself..."

Amy got on her feet and went in front of me, only to drop to her knees again. Putting her left hand on my cock and her right hand against her pussy, she carefully stroked both her genitals and mine. It didn't take her long to add her mouth to the mix.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow. For both our sakes," Amy assured. Enough time had supposedly passed so I'd be okay. Or so I began to doubt once Amy's mouth and hands returned to work.

Amy did go slow, but it just looked and felt overwhelming anyway. She hummed gently from sucking me and from playing with herself, her face looking serene with a tinge of an afterglow still left on her pretty features. Her lovely eyes gazed back up and I instinctively dropped my hand onto her face and hair in response.

Although Amy had blown me before, this time we were all alone. This time her attention was all on my cock, which she sucked warmly, lovingly and slow enough so I wouldn't go off. And yet I wouldn't have been surprised if I did anyway.

Amy finally took her hand off my cock and cupped her breast, rubbing it and her pussy while slowly sinking her mouth down on my shaft. When she took all of it down her throat, her hands went faster and made her moan harder, leaving me barely able to keep still in every way.

At last, Amy took her mouth off, groaning deeply for various reasons. But she didn't suck me down again, instead merely looking at me and my cock as she stimulated herself. I then realized I'd have to handle myself for a time.

I went onto my feet, looking down to see Amy masturbating to me and bringing herself back on the edge. I could only carefully put my hand on myself, slowly pumping to her beautiful image. My cock was just a few inches from her mouth, until she closed the gap and kissed my head while I stroked my shaft.

For a few moments, Amy's lips worked my head while I jacked the rest of me off and she pinched her nipple and pussy. Somehow, none of us went off from it all. When her lips came off me, however, I had to take my hand off too. Eventually, she let go of herself too.

"There...now I'm ready," Amy promised. She stood back up and went over to the right side of the bed, leaving me to follow. When I got behind her, she pushed herself back against me, pushing her ass against my cock and laying her head against my face, burying it in her hair.

"You like it like this?" Amy asked sweetly, to which I replied by kissing her head and laying my hands on her tits. As she rubbed her backside against me, my right hand went down to her pussy and made sure it was ready.

After ensuring it was wet enough, I guided my cock between the back of her legs and lined it up with her. Amy stayed on her feet as she took me back in, with my hands staying on the front of her pussy and breasts.

I started off slow, careful in this position and careful to stay under control for now. My mouth went down to the back of her neck and collar bone, sucking gently as I savored every warm, silky feeling on top and bottom.

"Oh God...I need..." Amy didn't finish. She acted instead by bending down and laying her upper body on the bed. Leaning on her hands, she relaxed and pushed her ass back, which I could now clearly see from this position.

I took advantage by grabbing on and fondling her shapely rear while slamming into her hips. Amy looked away and steadily groaned, rocking against me and tightening around me. My hands moved from her ass and went underneath to her breasts, then moved back to her pussy a while later.

Along the way, I took a few gazes at her ass, which Darren already...broke in. Taking a chance, I slid my right index finger across her hole, triggering a deeper groan from Amy. I merely kept rubbing until she told me more with words - yet the way she pushed back was more revealing.

On that, I took my cock out and made sure it was wet enough. Once it passed the test, I pushed it against her ass and inserted my fingers into her pussy for an added bonus. When my head went in, my fingers went deeper into her other hole, giving Amy one more version of a DP.

"More..." Amy urged, to which I easily agreed. I slid more of my cock into her ass and kept my fingers wiggling inside her pussy, causing Amy to squeeze everything. This continued for about a minute until Amy's hips froze.

"Sorry...but Darren filled my ass already. And my mouth. I still want your cum in my pussy, though," she stunned me. "I'm all taken care of down there...so any time you wanna get back in..."

With all that info and the increasing press for time, there was no time like the present.

I took my cock out of her behind and sat back down next to her. She got up and put herself onto my lap, taking me back in her pussy while my right hand went onto her ass and my head laid onto her chest. My finger then circled and entered her hole as my mouth worked her breasts and her pussy rode my cock.

Amy moaned and rode me harder, tightening both her holes around me again. My free left hand cupped her left tit and pushed it up for me to start suckling and teasing it, leaving her to tease her right nipple. We could have easily done this until the end, yet I wanted to fit in one last position.

Surprising Amy, I suddenly laid her onto her back, settling on top of her. As she adjusted, it hit me that this was really the last position we had time for - or at least I had. So I wasn't going to rush it.

Resting my head onto Amy's neck, I started kissing up and down while my left hand slid between our bodies and my right went next to her head. I just let my finger play around her filled pussy and listened to Amy breathe faster, until my cock pumped faster again.

At that point, I put my head over Amy's, wanting to watch her go over the threshold one more time. I watched her and matched her moans, then went down to kiss her and cover them. But she took over and slid her tongue past my lips, placing her hands on my head this time.

Amy's kisses got faster, which made my cock move faster in return. She broke long enough to pant, "Cum inside me...fill me one more time..." before her lips smothered mine again.

I didn't know how close she was to cumming - I didn't know if she even had one more left. I knew I should keep holding on until I found out for sure. Yet as her lips rubbed over me and her big eyes went dark and hungry right in front of me, there was only so much more I could do.

When Amy's legs wrapped around me and her hips went up and down in one quick burst, there was nothing left to do.

I'd held this second orgasm in for so long, it was gonna last quite a while. Indeed, time seemed to stand still for at least the middle part of it. Regardless of how much time went by, it wasn't just my cock that was limp by the end of it.

Fortunately, Amy gave me a little nod so that I could roll off her. Now that I was somewhat more awake, I fully realized what had happened. "Shit...I didn't get you there..." I realized.

"Trust me, I was familiar enough with...there tonight," Amy reminded.

"Still..." I reflected, figuring Amy deserved a more explosive end for herself. Maybe she didn't have it in her - but I should have made a bigger effort to confirm it. I didn't need a working cock to try that before we went downstairs.

Getting some of my muscle strength back, I crawled down back between Amy's legs. She looked surprised, so I stayed still and waited for her to give me the go-ahead. Finally, she raised her hips up as a signal.

Looking down at her wet pussy, I realized it was partly wet because my cum was still right in there. When I ate her out, I'd be eating my own juices in part as well. However, it didn't and couldn't scare me off.

On the contrary - it made me dive in and devour her even more.

Determined to give her one last explosion, one more reason to celebrate this anniversary - and perhaps one more reason to recommend me for the next one - I held onto Amy's hips and burrowed my lips and tongue into her. I looked up and watched her face contort and her breasts shake, then got to listen to her cry out yet again.

"You gotta be...oh, fuck! Fine, suck both our juices out...fuck, come here..." Amy panted, now hot enough to make us both sit up and kiss, causing me to just put my finger into her.

As if nothing had happened earlier, Amy rocked her hips on my finger and drove it in deeper, kissing me with the taste of both of us on my mouth. She broke off and hummed in pleasure, enrapturing me one last time, much as I was seemingly doing for her.

"Oh God, please cum one more time..." I had to ask. "Let me see you cum this last time...let me be the only one that makes you cum...just this once..."

"Yes...yes, I want that...I want you..." she confessed. Deciding not to ask more about that, I just drove a second finger all the way into her and pumped faster, hoping she was almost there.

"Oh, shit, I don't...I don't..." Amy trailed off. A few more cries capped that off better than actual words could.

So did that final bit of cum she had trapped inside of her. When it escaped, we promptly took turns licking it off my fingers.

Now we both needed a little rest before we came back downstairs. Hopefully we wouldn't keep Darren waiting too long while we rested our eyes.

Before we dozed off, I made a mental note, just in case, that four orgasms would be the number to beat next year. And two each for me and him, on the off chance that became an issue.

THE END

[Robertdoc]

Hollywood's Hot Cougars 9: Christina Hendricks

Originally published December 2014

This is the grand finale of my series, although I ended it with a little cheating. All my other stars have been 40 or over, yet I flash forwarded to this final star's 40'th birthday next year so she could get in this series - and to include a birthday theme since this is getting posted on my real birthday.



*****

May 3, 2015

I was celebrating my 21'st birthday tonight in a very private way in my apartment. Technically, it wasn't even my birthday party. It was really for someone else's birthday that happened to be on the very same day.

The first time I found out about this was back on my 20'th birthday, which broke the ice with the other birthday person in question. A person who was 39 years old a year ago, was famous, a woman, and one of the most iconic figures on television - in more ways than one.

I already knew Christina Hendricks before then, since I'd gotten to do some intern work on the 'Mad Men' set as they filmed their final season. But we didn't actually start talking to each other until we found out we shared the same birthday. Although she got the actual birthday party on set - which took on extra significance in the show's last days - she made sure to include me too.

It was my first real interactions with most of these stars, and with Christina as well. Somehow, the interactions kept coming with her over those last weeks. When it was time to close the set for good - and for me to be assigned to another one - Christina made sure we even kept in touch after that.

Then came the phone calls and e-mail exchanges. Then came the actual meetings. Then came actually watching some of the final episodes when they aired on AMC. Then came me actually seeing the final one in a cast party she threw.

Then came how I noticed husband Geoffrey Arend wasn't around in these parties. I assumed since he had his own show and career, his schedule kept him away. She explained that it was part of it, and that the other part was more by choice.

Then came the stuff she said about her marriage - stuff that was probably more appropriate to say to a shrink or a girlfriend. Then came her lament about the end of an era, both professionally and personally, right as she was about to turn 40. Then came the deflective jokes about her turning 40 and me turning 21 on the same day.

Followed by a really off color joke about how I'd be legal to fuck on that big day.

I chose to believe emotions, personal problems and perhaps a little alcohol made her say that. I certainly didn't expect her to bring it up the next time we talked, except to apologize for it. Yet she didn't apologize.

And before long, I didn't want her to.

She was entering the next big phase of her life and career, whether she'd enter it alone or not. I was still trying to figure out where to go next in my life, and whether I could really do something other than part-time work in the industry.

We were both headed towards massive challenges in milestone years. So maybe starting it off on a...physical note would bode well. She told me not to pretend I hadn't thought about it, even when I was next to her and she was...leaning and standing a certain way.

By now, I knew I couldn't lie to her.

Eventually, we worked out a little game plan. Christina would go out on May 3 with friends for a 40'th birthday party, and I'd be one of them. She'd incorporate a little 21'st birthday celebration for me, and after that, I'd say I'd have to be on my way. I'd return to my apartment, which would be vacated on that night, and she'd eventually show up as well.

By then, I'd have a little dessert and side dinner made for us, so that we could have a more intimate birthday meal. Then it would get intimate in other ways. However, we both agreed we should actually set the mood first.

It did make a big difference, really. Although there was more than enough room to admire Christina when I got to her party, I couldn't really do it intimately and knowingly in front of others. No...I wanted to save much of my admiration for her in that black dress and obviously ample cleavage for when we were alone. As hard as it and other things were.

I kept our shared looks and stolen glances to a minimum at that party, just wanting to have regular, light hearted fun before the more steamy fun arrived. We both limited our alcohol, we both didn't eat too much, and we made sure to talk with other people more than each other.

There was no need to give each other presents there, since the real gift giving was coming later. But it would be suspicious if we didn't exchange something clean in public. This was keeping in mind how I couldn't afford to be as extravagant as her other friends - and the wrong gift could send the wrong message in a context only we were familiar with.

I was good at picking out funny cards, so that was an easy part of the gift. Fortunately, it wasn't hard to find ones tailored to a 40'th birthday. That helped ease how comparatively less fancy my gift was to the others, I assumed/hoped.

To her credit, Christina had her own talent in picking a funny card - although there were likely no shortage of them for a 21'st birthday too. Yet the card was bigger than the actual present - a much smaller card. A card with a phone number.

A personal one for Matthew Weiner, according to Christina.

Although they weren't working together anymore, Christina still had enough pull to plug me to him. So whenever I was ready, I could call him and arrange a meeting with him, and he would try to find me some kind of work for him - perhaps on his next project or for day-to-day stuff. We would work it out when we met, according to her.

She insisted she should have given this to me a while ago, and that she wasn't just waiting until now because of what today was. I was the only one who fully understood what she really meant.

I was overwhelmed enough that I probably should have taken my leave, if only so I didn't kiss her. At the least, it could have been the perfect excuse to go and get ready for her visit. But I just hugged her and made it as warm and genuine as possible - which almost balanced out the side effects from having her tits pressed right into my chest.

Somehow, I kept my glances and feelings on lockdown for the next 10 minutes, when I announced I had to go. I had the excuse that I should go home early and prepare to call Matthew, which was handy. So I said goodbye to everyone and exchanged normal looking birthday wishes with Christina, saying I'd see her soon.

I only exhaled and let the rest of my emotions out when I was safe in my car. Between the feelings of gratitude, regular excitement and horny excitement, it was quite a batch to sort through. It took me the whole drive back home, and nearly the entire time preparing our meal, before I was somewhat settled.

And on cue, the red headed devil reappeared at my door about five minutes later.

Now that we were alone and the moment was at hand, the awkwardness really settled in - especially after our last encounter. At that point, I was truly convinced that eating first was the right call, since it bought us both more time.

It took until we were halfway through for that time to run out.

"I meant it, you know," Christina started. "I didn't give you his number just for the sake of a birthday present. Or because of..." she circled her hand around, supposedly to symbolize what was coming.

"I know," I assured.

"I just wanted to get this right. Make sure everything will be okay. Even if..." she didn't really have to finish that particular sentence. "I know you're good enough to be okay. No matter what happens later on. I really should be too. But getting you on your way, feeling like I did something right, having something solid to hold onto..."

"This is all about starting this year off right, right? This milestone year for both of us?" I reminded. "Even if...nothing else happens, I think you did that already. At least for me. I don't know if what I can do can do the same for you...not that I won't try like hell!"

"I know you will. I trust you. You at least I can trust," Christina shared. "No matter how old I am, what I do from here on in, who I'm with...at this moment, I made an impact on someone good and young and hot who worships me...for soul and body..."

Maybe that line was a little over the top. But we both knew there was some truth in it. "Well...if it wasn't true, I wouldn't have set this dessert up first, would I?" I pointed out. "I'd just have you right here and now instead of drawing it out...no matter how much I want you here and now..."

"But you know you'll have me in the end. That's why you can afford to take your time," Christina figured out. "To savor it...make it more thorough and sensual instead of just straight out fucking...even if that comes later..." she hopefully promised. "That's how a first time should be. As a man and as someone starting a new decade..."

"So which way are we going with now?" I had to ask. Honestly, at this point I could go either way - but was leaning towards the quicker version. As Christina slid her chair and herself over next to me, I suspected she felt the same.

"What do you think?" she replied, in about the sexiest way I could think of. It certainly distracted me from her hands - until one of them landed on my lap.

"What..." was all I had before Christina went for my zipper. "You do it like that and I won't..." was all I had before she found my cock inside my pants.

"I know. But let's get that first one out of the way now. Then the next ones will be longer. Trust me, I have the experience," Christina said without any irony in her voices, if not her words.

Christina stood up and actually rolled up her dress, showing what was underneath - absolutely nothing. Nothing when it came to underwear, anyway.

She obviously didn't come here with a bra, and now knowing she was completely naked underneath that dress...now knowing what her red headed, pink, wet pussy looked like underneath...well, my cock didn't need to be touched to be on the brink now.

Christina kept her dress up and sat herself down in front of me, on the front edge of the table, with her bare, long legs open and her pussy right in view. Yet when she bent down, all I could see in front of me were her legendary, barely covered tits. As if her pussy wasn't enough.

"Like I said, we should get more than a few things out of the way now," Christina repeated. "Come here..."

I leaned my head forward, yet Christina closed the gap by pushing it right into her chest. My face was utterly smothered in her cleavage, and I immediately knew I never wanted to leave.

However, Christina wasn't satisfied with just killing me this way. It became clear when she reached down to take my rather erect cock, now in a position to pump it while I was breathing in her tits. I couldn't believe I didn't cum all over her right then.

But while I still had...maybe a few seconds, I would take advantage.

I finally moved my head around, nuzzling the giant exposed tops and sides of Christina's breasts while she jacked me off. The combination was dizzying, and it only got worse when I actually started kissing her ample flesh, sliding my tongue over her mounds and dipping it between them.

Just when I felt almost ready to go, Christina stopped pumping me. She then took both hands and pushed her tits up further onto my head, practically tit fucking me with her cleavage. Taking the hint, I pressed myself deeper against me, using my lips and tongue even faster.

"Hold them...but don't take them out yet," Christina warned. She then removed her hands and gave mine permission to come up, cupping the cup of her dress. Although a zipper was right between them and I could very easily lower it, I followed orders not to.

My hands tried to stay steady while holding such abundant surfaces, which got harder when Christina took hold of my cock again. She stayed bent down over my face while I played with her tits and she stroked my shaft, although this couldn't endure much longer on both our parts.

Of course, I would be the one to give out first.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," Christina breathed out. "At least try..." she finished, hardly helping when she brought her other hand down to brush my balls.

"Now, now, now!" I hurried up to give her fair warning, regardless of how I sounded.

She paid no mind as she sat back up and took her chest off my face. "Aim for my leg," she said quickly and with a much hotter tone than mine.

With no time at all to question her, I shot off and tried to keep the damage right on her left leg. Not all of my spurts directly hit it, but with her dress hiked up, I at least didn't stain it and cause incriminating evidence.

The evidence on Christina's leg, however, was easier to clean. Which she did by taking her shapely, cum stained leg in her hands, sliding them up and down to rub my cum right onto her skin. It was mind boggling, to say the least - and reminded me it wasn't just her tits and ass that deserved pin-up status.

The act was almost enough to make me hard again then and there. Since I'd gotten my first orgasm caused by another woman out of the way, and since I was 21 now, recovery time was on my side. Nevertheless, it wasn't just me who needed my first birthday orgasm.

"I want you to do to my pussy what you did to my tits," Christina confirmed, taking me by the back of the head again. I stayed seated in my chair and bent my head down this time, placing it between her open, bare legs. Christina stayed seated on top of my table and prepared for me to eat her out.

She had to know I wouldn't be technically proficient at this - not right away. I could only slide my tongue against her, moan against her from her taste, rub my face on her and hope it helped. If she had waited for this as eagerly as I had, then maybe I wouldn't need to do that much.

Regardless, I tried to put some extra effort in, using the techniques I'd dreamt up in my imagination - and some in porn videos. I also decided to put my hands on her upper legs, rubbing them and leaning on them to add extra sensation for her.

But thinking of her legs, and what else I'd done to them, gave me an even better idea moments later.

I took my head out of her pussy and moved back, staring at the leg I just came on. Christina already rubbed my cum into it, so I wouldn't be tasting myself - but it might be hot for her even if I did. It felt like I was just tasting Christina as I kissed down her lower leg, though.

As I did, I let my hand go back to her pussy and start fingering it. I let my index finger fuck her fast and hard, while my mouth kissed and slid up and down her leg. I added a second finger, hoping both of them weren't too clumsy at this - and hoping other tools of mine could avoid that trap later.

Christina groaned and pushed back against my fingers, while my free hand went on the back of her leg to stroke and rub it, just like with my lips. "Oh, that's good...you did your research," Christina credited. I hoped sliding both my fingers all the way in and wiggling them around proved it too, and it sure sounded like she agreed.

"Fuck...fuck, fuck me. It's been too long..." Christina gasped. "Wait, wait...I know what I wanna do. Back off..."

I decided to finger fuck her for a few extra seconds before doing that. Yet I ultimately did back myself up, giving Christina room to stand up again. Her dress dropped over her pussy and upper legs again, but she quickly rolled it back up - only to turn around and then lay her upper body on the table.

Leaving her bare ass right in my face.

"Eat me out and fuck me from there...let me rub this all over your face too," Christina asked. It was hardly a question one could say no too. Not with...a sight like that.

Compared to her tits, Christina's ass had few fewer moments in the sun, most notably way back in Season One of Mad Men. Now she was bent over and fully exposed to boot, fully showing that unbearably round, thick, curvy ass and presenting it for my disposal.

Of course, I knew she just wanted me to finger and eat her pussy from that angle. Not other holes. That was something for...well after losing my regular virginity, if that. But the rest of that large, luscious flesh seemed to be fair game.

As such, my hands went right to her cheeks and rubbed all over that ample surface, even more than with her tits earlier. Meanwhile, my face pressed right up against her ass, dipping my tongue back into her pussy and licking it the best way I knew how. I even suckled whatever I could, hoping that was a bonus.

Christina pushed her ass back on me, so my hands cupped and jiggled it right back. Before long, I moved my face back and let my left fingers fuck her, while my right hand enjoyed moving her cheeks around. I saw them ripple as I tapped and played with them, saving that for future reference.

I soon put my face back in and sucked her lips and clit as hard as I could, while pushing her ass up and apart as much as I could. Christina groaned and cursed, wiggling herself and forcing more of me into and against her.

"Fuck...are you hard yet?" she moaned. Once I thought about it, it sure felt that way. Looking down confirmed it too.

"Then fuck me. Fuck me right here. Pound your cock and balls against my ass and give me more of that hot young cum. Right inside me this time..." Christina panted.

Well, that was what we were here for, after all.

Possessed by something...purely primal, I supposed, I stood up, lined my cock up behind her and immediately slammed it right into her. She was wet enough and I was ready enough, so I didn't have to ease my way in.

I briefly figured that even though I got hard again in a hurry, it would still be a while before I came again. Therefore, I could afford to start fucking her fast and hard, losing control as I saw her ass bounce against my hips and heard Christina moan gutterally.

I hoped her loud reactions and curses weren't just acting to egg me on. I supposed since she was such a good actress, I wouldn't know either way. I also wondered if she'd be this way if anyone else was finally fucking her like this again tonight, or if it was just me. Or at least partly me.

Either way, I would make my case to her.

The best way to describe it is that I stepped outside of myself. Someone inside of me who I'd never met before was the one fucking Christina hard now. He was the one celebrating his birth right now, by pounding Christina's baby maker. By rubbing and stroking her lips as they tightened on his cock, by rubbing and jiggling her ass, and by following her orders to fuck her harder.

"Fuck me, fuck me, I'm gonna cum...oh, take that fucking cum! Take it and I'll take yours, shit, fuck!" Christina called out, squeezing the cock inside of her and supposedly cumming all over it.

That cock still wasn't ready to blow, but it still wasn't ready to slow down. It fucked her all through her orgasm, as if it could force another one before its own. It fucked her mercilessly and without thought in an attempt to try, though.

Yet it was no use. Her orgasm, her dripping pussy, her big, bountiful, beautiful bouncing butt and her passionate cries were too much for that cock.

So it did the only thing it could do - explode and completely cover her insides with long, hot strands of cum. The kind that never came out of it before, even in its previous orgasm.

When it started to pass, I felt myself coming back to consciousness. I registered Christina's pants and moans first, followed by the incredible wetness around my cock. I took it out and saw how drenched it was, as it finally started to soften.

Christina stayed bent over with her bare, tired ass in the air, catching her breath and her own senses. I stumbled back onto my chair, slumped and barely sitting up as my cock stayed in the open. Some time passed before Christina moved and stood on her feet, her dress falling down over herself once more.

"My God..." she said when she got a look at me. I hoped it wasn't the kind of "Oh God," one might say when they couldn't believe they let themselves fuck someone, now that they were of sound mind again. Or at least that's what I might have hoped if I wasn't still mostly jelly.

"Come on, let's both get comfortable. In a different way this time," Christina said. She helped me on my feet and led me to my couch, where we both sat/laid down. She was practically cuddled next to me, laying her head on my shoulder and her body against my side.

Even after all that, we were both technically still completely dressed, save for my cock still hanging out. But Christina looked exactly the same as she did before I gave her my virginity, and so did I for the most part. There was something symbolic about that which I'd recognize once I thought straight again, I was sure of it.

It was kind of surprising we didn't go to sleep, but our eyes stayed opened as the rest of our bodies started to wake up. Finally, I felt alert enough to move around a little, if not enough to let Christina come off me. Before long, I even audibly exhaled and sounded like I'd be ready to say words again.

"You okay?" Christina spoke first, easing me into it.

"It'd be weird if I wasn't, huh?" I rasped out. "If you're not, it wouldn't be, though..." I assured her.

"No, it'd be weird if I wasn't too. And I'm not. I mean...I'm more than okay," Christina promised. I nodded my pleasure at that.

"You don't have to stay," I said after a minute of comfortable silence. Perhaps too comfortable, considering some things. "You probably have to go soon, anyway."

"Not really. I covered all my tracks," Christina shared. "It's why I came here, it's why I let you cum inside me, and it's why I'm not going anywhere yet. We got the first time part out of the way...now there's the rest of it. When we're both ready, I mean."

"Are you sure?" I had to be sure before I really let myself start to go again. "If you needed this from anyone...I mean if it doesn't matter who...it doesn't have to be with just me."

"I know. I considered a few others. But I wanted you. And I didn't settle for you," Christina ruled that out. "I wanted something new, something hot and something great, with someone new, hot and great. I knew that was you even before you pounded me."

"Really?" I asked again, looking to see if there was any acting in it. Again, if there wasn't, maybe I wouldn't know either way. I had to try, though.

"I want to have my way with you in every way. Not just the way we just did," Christina said. "And I want to show you how to have me in every way. I want to be a very thorough teacher on that end..." To my credit, I didn't make some gross pun about ends.

We sat up as Christina put her hands on my shoulders, her body and cleavage starting to lightly brush against me. "I broke you in, and I want to reap all the rewards of breaking you. All the slow, deep, fast and hard rewards. Right now...I think we can only do the slow ones, though. And that's good. Because I want to take my time now..."

I watched her eyes study me, her full lips curl up, her chest heave and her hourglass figure look even more well defined in my eyes. "I want to take my time with you too..." I admitted. "If you're sticking around...I want to take my time with every inch of you...I want you to teach me how..."

"Only if you let me go first," she said more quietly. 'There's so much I want to do...so much I want to let you do. But there's one big thing we haven't done yet."

As she brought her lips closer to mine, it did hit me that we'd skipped the kissing part. The moment her lips touched mine, however, I could have kicked myself for waiting this long. Then I brushed that aside and savored what was happening now.

Christina glided her lush lips over mine, settling her body against me as I put my arms around it. As her seductive curves fit into my embrace, her seductive lips dipped between mine as her tongue made its way by. Keeping up as best I could, I let my tongue meet hers and rub against it, giving enough room for it to fully enter my mouth.

Since we had been so wiped out early, we couldn't really get revved up again this quickly. Even young people who've just lost their virginity have their stamina limits. But it was all for the better in this particular set up.

I'd supposedly gotten my pent up, raging lust out of the way. Now I could just savor kissing her - and there was a lot to savor. In addition to her soft lips and her warm, wet mouth, not to mention feeling her chest pressed into mine, there was getting to touch that lush red hair, feel her moan gently on my mouth, and feel her embrace me and fit my body into hers.

She did it well enough to lie me onto my back, putting herself on top of me. I hardly minded, having more room to caress the curvy shapes of her body, feel them pin me down and let her pin my mouth down. Her hands went on my shirt and went into my v-neck, seemingly trying to feel my bare skin without having to get up and take my shirt off.

Christina just kept lying on me and kissing me, nonetheless, her tongue having its way inside my mouth. But I recovered to lay my hand on the back of her head, let my tongue slide into her mouth and navigate it right back.

As much as we were rubbing against each other, I wasn't hard yet, even with my bare cock pressed into her. Again, it wasn't a problem, however. I realized I could be overwhelmed and in bliss just by kissing her and feeling her up, even if that was all we were going to do. Yet she did heavily hint that it wouldn't be.

She confirmed it by breaking off and saying, "Get to your bed. I'll meet you there." She then finally came off me and got off the couch, standing and waiting for me to lead the way.

With no choice and no reason to ask for one, I got up and made my way to the bedroom. I turned on the light and stood next to the left side of the bed, waiting for Christina.

I half expected her to already be undressed, in order to surprise me. Instead, she was still in that pesky black dress when she came back into view. Yet she leaned against the door, cocking her ample hip, then started walking closer.

It wasn't so much walking, however. It was the definition of strutting.

She was putting on that famous little Joan strut for me, only more overly and obviously swinging those hips of hers back and forth. She was like a human version of Jessica Rabbit, only with a less tiny waist, as I could swear I heard sultry drum beats behind her.

I couldn't confirm that, since it was just my imagination. What I didn't have to imagine was Christina finishing her seductive waltz about 15 feet away from me. On impulse, I threw my shirt off so she wouldn't have to go through it herself.

It also seemed to have the side effect of trigging her to grasp her zipper. So there was that too.

Christina lowered the zipper on top of her dress, which instantly made the rest of her breasts spring out. I barely had time to take them in before she lowered her dress straps, then slid the rest of the dress down to my floor. And since I knew there was nothing underneath, I knew she'd be fully naked now.

It still didn't prepare me nearly enough for it.

She only let me stare at her naked, hourglass body for a moment before strutting over again. With that walk happening with no clothes on, I didn't know what to watch. This helped her bring me over to the bed and lower me down.

I laid there as Christina saw my cock still hanging out, coming back to life anew. She started undoing my pants and lowering them, avoiding my erection nonetheless. Once I was just hanging out in my underwear, she made me lose them too.

We were now both naked - and if I wasn't mistaken, she was staring at me with a hungry look that almost resembled how I must look right now. I kept in shape, which I was especially thankful for now. But to make her look that hungry? That was...an ego boost, to be sure.

Christina rested herself on top of me for the second time, only with nothing between us. She kissed my lips all too briefly, before guiding her lips and mouth down my neck, nearly unbearably slow. She made sure I could feel every inch of her lips on my skin, and feel the desire in her deep kisses and nibbles.

After finishing on my neck and collar bone, she rose up and virtually straddled me, giving me one hell of a view. Yet she seemed to think she had one as well, judging by how she looked down at my chest. "I knew I'd enjoy this," I heard her mutter.

She started by leaning back down to kiss my upper chest all over, her own crushed against me. The slower she went with her kisses, rubs and licks, the more she looked at me as she did it, the more I felt her bare breasts across my lower chest and the more I saw her ass raised up, the more I felt that out of body experience again. I did really want to stay in my own this time, though.

Christina dipped her lips and tongue down to my bellybutton, then made sure to kiss every inch of each of my abs. Her tits were now pretty close to brushing my cock, as if it wasn't tingling again already.

Yet when she reached up to hold my shoulders, she steamily slid her mouth back up my body, leaving a trail of kisses, nibbles and licks. It reached my neck, my chin and then finally my lips as she had her way with my mouth. I tried to keep up and have my own way with hers, yet I doubted it was matching up.

"What now?" she asked against my lips. "You want to have these lips wrapped around your thick cock?"

"I...I assumed you wanted it already," I got out.

"I guess you want it between my tits too, huh?" she guessed.

"Well...if you really want it in your mouth, you should do that first. Once it's in your tits, it might not last very long," I felt honest enough to warn her.

"You'd really go off a third time, just like that? I'm still stuck on one," she helpfully reminded me. Well, I hoped it was to be helpful.

"Shit, I..." I didn't get to finish.

"No need. I just have to get your cock working again...but not that much. Then you'll have to make us even. And then you can cum again. We'll work out if it's in my mouth or in my tits later," she figured.

First and foremost, she went back down my body, dragging her hands down my chest along the way. She kept them on my stomach as she came face to face with my cock, in their first truly intimate confrontation.

She introduced herself by batting her tongue against my head, sliding over it until she licked down and wrapped her lips over me. After sucking deeply, she went down another few inches, then came off and put her lips on my side, gliding them up and down. Once she took my cock with her right hand, she took my balls with her left and went down to kiss and play with them.

Pushing my sack up with her tongue, she licked underneath it and then licked all the way from sack to tip, before fully sucking me off. Christina bobbed her head steadily, pleasing me while still soothing me as well.

Her blowjob turned slower and more sensual, humming and gently stroking me while her tongue went all over my shaft. She came off and I placed my hand in her hair, resisting the urge to push it down. I was content to watch her suck my head, watch her look up at me and see how pleased she was to taste me

She gave an especially deep hum while she licked my slit, getting out a little bit of pre-cum. Her eyes closed as she sucked harder, but went down deeper even slower. When she went all the way down, she sucked me as hard as a vacuum, before coming off just as quick.

After deep throating and sucking a few more times, she placed my shaft against her cheek and rubbed it on her face, her fingers dancing on my shaft and balls. Just as I got used to feeling my head against her head, she surprised me by placing her tits over me then and there.

With almost no preparation, I was at a loss as Christina tit fucked me and licked my head whenever it came out of her chest. When she took her breasts off, she sucked me hard and made sure her tongue got me extra wet, before putting her tits right back over me. It was a wet, quick fucking that I finally added to by thrusting my hips up

Just as I got the hang of that, she took her tits off again. I thrust up again involuntarily, only to have her mouth drop over me again. She quickly bobbed hard on it, as if signaling me to fuck her mouth myself. When I was absolutely sure of it, I did just that.

My hands stayed in her red hair, but they didn't push down as I did all the work from pushing my hips up. Finally, she came off and put both hands on my cock, covering the top half with her mouth. She stroked me and practically made out with my tip, making me strain to hold back in more than one way.

Just as it became too much, she came off me and said, "There we go...that takes care of that."

"It does?" I rasped out.

"I got my taste. Now come get yours again. But you can't stop until you make me cum. Then we can just take care of each other," Christina promised.

With those instructions, Christina laid on her back, presenting her voluptuous figure to me. Her instructions were likely to just eat her out and work her pussy - but seeing her like this made me want to bend those rules a little.

I put my left hand on her pussy, rubbing it before putting my head down to get another taste. As my fingers dipped in and out of her along with my tongue, my right hand went up to the top of her breast. It teased her nipple while I fucked and licked her pussy below.

I really did enough research, and enough late night fantasies, to imagine using these kind of tricks despite my inexperience. I hoped my creativity was making up for my execution, despite her soft coos.

After licking my wet fingers, I shoved them back in and fucked her faster, kissing and sucking the side of her pussy and squeezing her nipple along the way. Finally, I took my fingers out and placed them on her left breast, then laid on my stomach and started full on eating her out, while squeezing as much tit flesh as possible with both hands.

As my hands worked her chest over, my tongue circled, dipped into and teased her pussy, until my lips just sucked her. Christina's moans got louder and I did feel her pussy getting wetter, so I felt free to get away with a few more ideas.

Lifting my head up, I went up to put it on her chest, while keeping my left hand on her pussy. I tried to finger fuck her while having my way with her breasts, now that they were completely naked for me. Christina helped by pressing them on my face as well.

I went to suckle her left tit while pumping her faster, timing my suckling with my thrusts. I also pinched her right nipple as a bonus, which got an extra groan from Christina. "You...you know your stuff," she praised. "Not bad for..."

Well, I wasn't one now, really. In fact, I almost wanted to shove my cock in there now and prove it a second time. But I owed her another orgasm first.

Ruling my cock out, I needed one more creative solution. The best I had was to come down and lay my head between her legs, then eat away while my hands touched her waist. After finally fondling her bare tits, I wanted to feel up every other curve she had.

My hands massaged and rubbed Christina's sides, from her waist, hips, ass and the top of her legs. I traced every inch of her curvy shape, all while noisily sucking and tonguing her. I tried to worship her as much as she did with me, even if I was only kissing her in one place.

Christina helped by arching her hips up and humping my face, which fueled my mouth and hands even more. My hands landed back on her breasts and pushed them up, and when I looked up, Christina was closing the gap to tongue her own left nipple. I rubbed the other side of it to help along, then did the same with her right when she tongued it.

I suckled her lower lips and dug my tongue into her, regardless of how precise it was. Desperate to do more, I asked, "Sit on me...sit on me, please...I can make you cum, I swear..."

I got onto my back in time for Christina to sit up and straddle my chest. When she raised her pussy up over my head and set it down, I could tell she was careful not to put too much weight into it.

I was less careful sucking her clit, running my hands all over her shapely figure, locking them onto her ass and bouncing it around, then doing the same to her tits. With more room to do it now, I let them really savor rubbing and jiggling every inch of her. Coupled with my vigorous mouth work, I hoped it would be enough soon.

Several moments of my hands jiggling and borderline slapping her ass later, it was enough.

Christina finally let herself lie on her back moments later, catching her breath because of what I did to her. By now, I shouldn't have been so stunned at things like that. I would never stop feeling lucky and grateful no matter what, though.

At that latest truth, I knew I wanted to truly worship her like she did for me. Even if I didn't entirely know how.

My cock had gone unattended long enough to last long one more time. I chose to ignore that and put my head between Christina's legs, kissing her pussy and ensuring it was clean - for now. My hands went onto her legs and savored stroking them, as I started kissing up to her stomach.

Christina relaxed and rested her head, while my head and hands went higher. I doubted I could kiss every inch of her stomach and lower chest like she did with me, yet I gave it my best shot. My hands massaged her perfect curves and every perfect shape they could cover, until they landed on the sides of her perfect breasts.

My head rested between them and stayed in place, as I gently rubbed Christina's breasts against each side of me. I felt Christina's hands go onto my back as I bounced and rubbed her breasts on my face, feeling myself resting comfortably into her arms.

It wasn't feasible to just stay in this position forever, as sad as that was. Eventually, I lifted my head out of her tits to see her face, which almost looked...peaceful. Perhaps not just because of the orgasm.

Compared to how she was when we first talked about this stuff, when we first set this up and when she first reflected on being 40, this was a hell of a relief. I helped give her that, if only for tonight. Leaving aside everything else about how this was set up...this really was perfect.

This was the perfect way to become a man. Maybe the perfect way to enter a new decade of life. Certainly the perfect way to fuck one of the most desired women on television.

However, I went up just a little higher merely to kiss her. It was worth it as she held me deeper and used her plush lips to part mine. I let myself rest my body on her breasts and her curvaceous shape and fell deeper into bliss.

"Come here and fuck me," Christina said when our lips parted, making me even more blissful. Especially when I actually entered her.

It didn't take long for Christina to slide her hands down my back and onto my ass. They grasped pretty securely onto each cheek, pushing them forward and pushing me deeper inside her. I left her do half the work and did my part slowly, but deeply.

"This is nice," Christina cooed. "It doesn't always have to be dirty. But it doesn't always have to be nice too...fuck, don't you forget that. Or that," she said when I angled my next thrust just right, or so it seemed.

"I won't forget anything," I promised, going a little faster now.

"Good...I think we still gotta go over a few things...tomorrow. Just to be sure," Christina gasped, holding onto my ass tighter. "I got as much time as you need..."

"Maybe you need it too," I caught on.

"Yeah, that too..." Christina confirmed, bucking herself against me. "I need to show you everything...I need you to remind me of a few things...and I need..." She trailed off as my left hand went between her legs.

"Tell me. Teach me," I tried not to beg.

"I need you to fuck me hard. Then fuck my tits hard and cum on my face. Or in my mouth. I just wanna taste some hot young cum again..." Christina urged.

"I'll fuck you and cum wherever you want," I assured. "I'll give you all the cum you want..."

"Then get up here now..." Christina gasped, and I gave her a few more hard thrusts before following orders.

"Grab my titties and fuck me," she ordered next as I straddled her chest. I placed my cock in her tits and pressed them over it, immediately getting to work and immediately hoping this would last more than 30 seconds.

I did get distracted by how Christina put her left hand on my ass, patting and squeezing it again. She also put her right arm around me, and I turned my head to see her reach for her pussy, trying to fuck herself while I fucked her tits.

"I might need a toy for that next time. We'll talk about that later," she got out, finally brushing herself and starting to finger her pussy. I just stayed upright and thrusted forward as much as I could, squeezing her tits and watching my head barely come out of them.

This lasted longer than 30 seconds, to my relief. Sometime after that, Christina said, "Fuck me...cum on me and them cum inside me...fill me up...I wanna feel it in my throat...I still want that so bad..."

Never deny a birthday girl anything. It was a handy rule in all scenarios, especially this one. But I drew it out by asking, "You really want to feel some cum?"

"Yes, fucking yes," Christina repeated.

If we did this straight away, I would have given out a while ago and not had any chance to think. As it was, thinking was as difficult as trying not to come. But I did think enough to say, "Let's start with yours."

I really had done a lot of research and thinking over this - more than the average virgin. Of course, the average virgin didn't really have this kind of time to plan, with this kind of opportunity or partner. So I really drew up a lot of things I wanted, if she was willing - and I could almost safely assume she would be.

She didn't seem to be when I took myself off her chest and tits, and I almost wasn't either. She changed her tune when I quickly replaced her finger in her pussy with three of mine, and I changed mine before long too. Especially when she exploded all over them in short order.

I waited until my fingers were completely soaked before taking them out. With my index finger, I put it to her face and trailed it down her cheek, then onto her lips. Her face wasn't soaked with my cum yet, but I let it feel her own for a bit, before licking It off her.

When I got to her even juicier than usual lips, I kissed and sucked them clean as she softly moaned into it. I then put my wet hand on her right breast, wiping the rest of the juices on it, so I could kiss and lick them off that already glorious surface too.

Once I took care of that, I put my fingers back into her to collect her last bit of wetness, then sat up and rubbed it into my cock. I used it to jack me back onto the brink, staring down at Christina's flushed face, mouth and tits.

She wanted me to cum on her face first, so I aimed it at her cheek - the cheek I briefly painted with her own cum. But Christina moved just as I lined it up.

"Oh God, fuck it! I need to drink it all!" she groaned, before taking me completely into her mouth.

Even after her sensual blowjob and my vigorous tit fucking, her desperate deep throating was the best trick of all. Or maybe I became biased when I shot every last bit of cum I had left for the night right down her throat, which she eagerly drank as she promised.

Once she came off, I promptly collapsed onto my back. I heard her say, "Sorry...kind of your own fault. But we'll get it on my face and tits tomorrow..."

Mentally, I held her to that as I finally closed my eyes for the last time on my 21'st birthday.

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That night was my entry into manhood, in more ways than one. It was also Christina's first night of a new decade of life.

But when I woke up that morning, immediately found myself pressed against Christina, and fucked her while lying behind her without opening my eyes, I knew the party wasn't really finished yet.

Christina kept her word and stayed for much of that day. She kept her word and let me cum on every surface I didn't cum on the previous night. She kept her word and showed me the kind of moves I couldn't dream up myself or research online.

Even reading about them wouldn't have been the same as actually fucking her while brushing an active vibrator from her purse against her asshole. Or sixty-nining until my face was literally bathing in her juices. Or us taking turns eating each other out from behind. Or posing while the other masturbated themselves back to life from it.

It was like I had two birthdays in one year, although the year still had 363 days left. They would all have a hell of a bar to go over, though. Even the one where I actually got a paying job from Matthew Weiner sometime later.

But there are no days like the one where you lose your virginity - and hopefully, that meant or will mean a good thing to all of you. Even if you don't have or won't someday get first time stories like this one.

We can't all lose it to one of the sultriest, bustiest, curviest women in TV history, though. Young men can't all get that kind of hot cougar or soon-to-be hot cougar to educate us. They can imagine it enough to hopefully put it into use at the right time, though, no matter with whom.

If that helps any of you, consider it my own birthday gift. If you don't really need it, good for you.

Sometimes, what you think you need can defy all expectations and hopes, however. I'd like to think tha happened to two people on their milestone days on May 3-4, 2015.

Yet I suppose she wouldn't have asked me to vibrate her asshole if it didn't happen for her too. There's that to go on.

THE END