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Cougar Stalking
by edintx99
I run five miles in an isolated park every day. It clears my head, lets ideas and fantasies seep into my brain. Little did I know fantasy would turn into reality?
It was a typical hot, steamy August afternoon. Running shoes, socks, and shorts were the attire of the day with my t-shirt gripped in my hand, not worn.
Pound, pound, pound…the cadence of my running feet hitting the winding dirt path.
With the sun directly overhead, the woods on either side provided no cover. People thought I was crazy to run at this time of day. But I liked the intense heat, the sweat pouring down my face and my body. I liked being hard on my body, the challenge.
I heard a cracking noise behind me--like a branch breaking underfoot--and stopped short. Coyote’s and a cougar had been reported in the area. With little rain, the smaller wildlife had diminished. Pets had disappeared lately.
I listened. Nothing…. I started off again. Pound, pound, pound…. I heard a strange echoing thumping in time with my own footsteps. I stopped again, listened, nothing. So I resumed my run.
Pound-thump, pound-thump, pound-thump. I stopped. Silence.
Pound-thump, pound-thump, pound-thump. I stopped. Nothing. But I knew something was following me because it sounded closer this time.
I darted off the trail and waited. Footsteps. Running footsteps. A gazelle of a woman was loping up the same path I had just exited. I waited until she was several paces away, stepped back on the trail and called out, “Hey, nice day!”
She didn’t jump or flinch or anything, just slowed, stopped and turned around. “Yes. Good day for a sweat.”
I looked her up and down. Indeed a cougar had been following me. A fit as hell, and potentially dangerous cougar, by the looks of her.
I’m well over six foot. She was about a head shorter, still pretty tall. I have broad shoulders and a deep chest. She had swimmer's shoulders and a large but tight bosom, like a weight lifters. I wasn’t wearing a shirt. She had the briefest of sport bras and an exposed abdomen that rivaled my six-pack. A perfect swell of hips, long… damn, long muscular legs…I could feel my erection beginning to tent my shorts.
I blushed. She didn’t--just stared--smiled and walked up to me. I reached out for her proffered hand but missed as she snaked it by and squeezed my cock through my shorts.
“Yoiks!”
She grunted, a low throaty sound… like the chuff made by a large game cat. “Yoiks, really?” She gave me a smirk.
Now I wasn’t just shy-embarrassed, I was feeling stupid-embarrassed. But she let go my erection, took a step back and stood, hands-on-hips, appraising me. I put a hand in front of my twitching cock.
She jutted her jaw at me. “Don’t recognize me, huh?”
“Noooo….”
“Don’t remember your little tropical island “thunder fuck”?”
“Chloe?”
She sucked in air across her teeth. “Yeah. Ten years I’ve been looking for you, Jack.”
“Oh?”
The memory of that evening flashed through my mind: thunder, lighting, driving rain...fucking an eighteen year old virgin until she orgasmed…twice. Then, the next morning, ass fucking her until she was exhausted.
My body was reacting to this amazon of a woman. My cock was coursing with bl00d, aching and pulsing. I didn’t try to hide it now. It was impossible to hide it now. I was taking in deep, quick breaths, the lust building.
Chloe! She was the lust filled fantasy of my life. She was standing in front of me, real… real mad… apparently.
Fuck, fuck, fuck….
"Your mine!" She took a quick step toward me, chest to chest now, and kissed me hard. Her tongue down my throat distracted me.
She grabbed my right hand by the thumb, bent it back, which made me spin around. Before I could react, she had my other arm behind me. With a click, I felt handcuffs clench in place. She let go, and I turned around to face her.
“What the fuck Chloe?” I struggled against the cuffs for a moment and took a step toward her. She danced back a pace, just out of reach.
So, there I was. My hands cuffed behind me, shirtless, the head of my dick clearly visible and straining against my shorts. I started to laugh.
I guess that was the right reaction because she gave me a big toothy grin. “So, Jack, you’re enjoying this?”
My laughter petered out to a chuckle, and I shuffled my feet. “Let’s see. Bound, mostly naked, completely erect, and in an isolated section of woods with the hottest cougar and the personal lust-fantasy of my life. Would seem I’m just wet-dreaming and waiting to have a spontaneous ejaculation. So, yup!”
Her grin turned to a small, disappointed frown. “Jacccck. You’re supposed to be “in fear for your life” of my crazy cougar persona.”
“Ooops, sorry Chloe.” I made as serious a face as possible and whined, “Please don’t kill me…. Oooh, please…” Then started to laugh again.
She tapped her foot on the ground. Didn’t say anything. Just walked up and shucked my shorts down to the ground. My cock flipped up and bobbed between us. She slapped it.
“Ouch!”
She slapped it again, grabbed it and started leading me off the path. I stumbled, shorts around ankles, so she helped me step out of them. Then she tossed them into the underbrush.
“What the?”
Over her shoulder, my cock in hand behind her, she said, “Me cougar. Me hunt you. You fresh meat.”
She had a firm grip on me so I didn’t have any choice but to follow her. When we reached a small clearing, she stuck out a foot and tripped me. “Shit, easy, Chloe!”
I rolled over, hands still cuffed behind my back. She stood over my naked body and snugged one jogging shoe between my balls and the base of my erection. She pointed a finger at my cock, and as she slowly squished my sack into the ground, said, “You will be… afraid.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t dare move! In all the years with her, I had never quite seen this side. “Yes… ma’am?”
She smiled and dropped to her knees, straddling my thighs. She grabbed my ball sack with one hand and wrapped the other around my cock. Now she has long fingers, but she was short an inch of encircling my full seven inch girth.
She also has strong fingers. When she squeezed, the head of my cock plumped up and glowed like a stop light. And fuck if this didn’t make me horny!
I squeaked out, “Ah, Chloe, don’t break it.”
“If I want it to… I will.” She began to jack on my cock with one hand, short quick strokes, while mercilessly squeezing my balls together with the other. “Silence, or I will gag you.” She paused a moment. “Or maybe I'll just rip this fucker out by the roots!”
I shut up. Her arm was tireless. She jerked me like an automaton for ten minutes and was rubbing me raw.
"Shit, you're stripping the skin off me!"
The sun beating down was hot as hell. I was sweating, the entire surface of my body exuding fluid like a panting dog’s tongue. She stopped and swiped my chest with both hands, added more lubrication by spitting into her palms. Dripping with goo, she slathered my cock with the slippery liquid.
She wrapped her hands back around me, fist over fist, oily and sweaty. A full three inches of my cock still protruded from her grasp.
“You like when I stroke you like this?”
This time, her grip was light. She traveled the full ten inches up, domed over the glans and back.
I nodded.
“You feel like cumming?”
I nodded again. An ooze had started leaking out, which she used to lube up my cock some more.
“I will decide when you cum, today.”
“Ah, god, Chloe!”
“Yes, right. I am your personal goddess today.”
She kept stroking. Hands--slick, lightly gripped--slowly gliding along the entire length and then over the top and down again for a few minutes. Then a couple minutes jerking--quick, short pulls and hands like vises on my shaft--without touching the head. Then back to slow...lingering as she rounded the top.
The change in pace and grip was excruciatingly pleasurable. Every five minutes or so, she would jack me real quick and hard, right to the edge of an orgasm and then pause for a moment, denying me release.
I lost track of time in my world of agonizing lust. Finally, my stomach went rigid as a board, my legs started to tremble. I frantically pushed my hips up and down in time with her stroking hands.
She must have sensed my need. Thank the goddess! She tightened her grip and started jacking me hard and fast. Just as I was about to cum, she let go. My prostate was half way into a contraction… half way… and stopped. “Shit, fuck, Chloe!”
She smiled wickedly as cum dribbled out like a leaky faucet. My chest was heaving like a smithy’s bellows. She just rolled her hand over my hyper-sensitive glans and slicked the goo down my still hard prick. “Poor baby… awww…”
“Chloe, you're an evil, fucking bitch of a cougar!”
She gave me a smirk. “Now you get it.”
FIVE TIMES she took me to this tantalizingly precipice. My cock and balls were now covered in precum, real cum too. But still she didn’t give me full satisfaction.
Then she let go my pole and slapped it a couple times. She stood up and backed up a step, legs wide.
“God damn, Chloe, finish me...or just kill me.”
“When I am ready, not you.”
Feet planted, she started to undulate, no other word for it. First, she stripped off her sports bra, then her shorts. She wore no panties, so now all she was wearing was her jogging shoes and socks. Then she started the routine that originally glued my eyes to her ten years ago.
A slow gyrating dance, hips and arms swaying, eyes closed, mouth parted. Her hands moved between her legs, then up and outside her thighs and hips, over her belly and up to cup her breasts. She lifted them slightly.
I was struggling on the ground, cock straight up like a post in a picket fence. All I could do was stare at her perfect breasts, that shaved cunt. Even a few feet away I could see the glistening wetness on her pussy lips. Her clit was fully engorged.
My Chloe might just orgasm without me…but she stopped.
She took two steps forward, squatted over my face and pushed the back of my head to the ground with her hands. Her pussy was directly over my mouth. Her voice was husky, laden with the promise of sex. “You want this?”
"Yes. Yes!" But she held my head down. I desperately tried to reach it with my tongue.
She purred at me, “Not yet...”
Still squatting, she back-shuffled down my torso until she was over my crotch. She grabbed my cock two handed and rubbed it back and forth, back and forth, between those hot, dripping cunt lips.
When she started to moan, I yelled, “Ah, Jesus! Fuck me, Chloe!”
She gave me a small smile. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
Then she slipped all ten inches inside her, like she was a fireman sliding down a pole. Her tunnel was an open fleshy furnace of pure ecstasy.
I thought I was going to cum right there but she lifted off.
She put a hand under each breast. “Want these?”
My fixed stare must have answered her question.
She almost shouted, “Do you want to touch these?”
“Yes!”
A thoughtful look came over her face. "Maybe we should just fuck." She rolled me over on my belly, almost bent my cock in half, and unlocked my cuffs.
I don’t think I ever moved faster. In a flash, I snatched up the cuffs, was on my feet and grabbed both her wrists.
“Hey, Jack, what the…?”
I got in her face. "You wanted to fuck. I'm gonna fuck you!"
I dragged her, protesting, to a nearby tree and shoved her against it, hard, She froze at my use of f0rce, and I quickly cuffed her hands behind her and around the trunk. I rounded the tree and stood in front of her.
She struggled and stared at me, a hint of fear in her eyes. “Jaaaack?”
I knew the tree's bark must be chaffing the skin on her back. Her arms were straining to encircle the trunk behind her. She looked really uncomfortable. I didn't care. That's how I wanted her.
I stepped up until my cock just touched her pussy and then inserted the head. I inched forward ever so slowly and buried half its length inside. A slick, soft and fiery casing for me to fill.
She let out a, “Ohhhh…..” and straddled her legs to make more room as I pressed a few more inches inside her.
“Gonna fuck you Chloe.”
Her eyes lit up. "Fuck your cougar!"
I crushed our bodies together. We were both naked and sweating in the heat. Our eyes were an inch apart, our lips touching, our breath air brushing each other’s face. I could feel her breasts, sweaty and slippery against my chest.
I pulled back and plunged my spear in until the head of my cock bottomed out. “You are mine now.”
“Yesssss….” She tilted her pelvis back and forth and rotated her hips a couple of times, forcing my cock even deeper.
Lips just touching, she growled, “Take me. Fuck me.”
It was like someone swirled the lust center in my brain and pumped pure testosterone into my veins. I started hammering away.
Eye to eye, breast to breast, I pounded my cock in her. I didn’t care if it felt good or it hurt her. Didn’t care if she loved me or hated me. I just wanted to fuck this cougar’s growl out of her.
But she was no submissive piece of meat. As I crashed my body into hers, she bucked her pelvis out to meet mine. We met with a 'Whump' that resounded in the woods. She was one hot-bl00ded an1ma1 of a woman.
Whump, whump, whump, whump... faster paced and louder than our feet pounding the path just a short while ago. Our bodies smashing into each other. Harder, harder, faster, faster. Ever more frantic.
Grunting, pushing, moaning, humping, and thrashing. We were killing each other on my manhood.
It ended in one mad, screaming crescendo, both of us wailing. “I’m cumming!!!”
I wrapped my arms around the tree, crushing us even tighter, gazing into her eyes the entire time. Gutteral grunting noises, “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” erupted from both our frothing lips.
Bodies quivering, hips swiveling together, we milked every moment of ecstasy. Shaking and trembling, I desperately clasped the tree so I didn’t fall to the ground.
When the gyrations subsided and the sounds died down to simple, heavy breathing, I moved a fraction of an inch away.
She smiled up at me, kissed me lightly, and breathed, “My lion.”
“My cougar.”
“Next Friday?”
“Yes.”
Apparently, cougar stalking would become a weekly affair.
by edintx99
I run five miles in an isolated park every day. It clears my head, lets ideas and fantasies seep into my brain. Little did I know fantasy would turn into reality?
It was a typical hot, steamy August afternoon. Running shoes, socks, and shorts were the attire of the day with my t-shirt gripped in my hand, not worn.
Pound, pound, pound…the cadence of my running feet hitting the winding dirt path.
With the sun directly overhead, the woods on either side provided no cover. People thought I was crazy to run at this time of day. But I liked the intense heat, the sweat pouring down my face and my body. I liked being hard on my body, the challenge.
I heard a cracking noise behind me--like a branch breaking underfoot--and stopped short. Coyote’s and a cougar had been reported in the area. With little rain, the smaller wildlife had diminished. Pets had disappeared lately.
I listened. Nothing…. I started off again. Pound, pound, pound…. I heard a strange echoing thumping in time with my own footsteps. I stopped again, listened, nothing. So I resumed my run.
Pound-thump, pound-thump, pound-thump. I stopped. Silence.
Pound-thump, pound-thump, pound-thump. I stopped. Nothing. But I knew something was following me because it sounded closer this time.
I darted off the trail and waited. Footsteps. Running footsteps. A gazelle of a woman was loping up the same path I had just exited. I waited until she was several paces away, stepped back on the trail and called out, “Hey, nice day!”
She didn’t jump or flinch or anything, just slowed, stopped and turned around. “Yes. Good day for a sweat.”
I looked her up and down. Indeed a cougar had been following me. A fit as hell, and potentially dangerous cougar, by the looks of her.
I’m well over six foot. She was about a head shorter, still pretty tall. I have broad shoulders and a deep chest. She had swimmer's shoulders and a large but tight bosom, like a weight lifters. I wasn’t wearing a shirt. She had the briefest of sport bras and an exposed abdomen that rivaled my six-pack. A perfect swell of hips, long… damn, long muscular legs…I could feel my erection beginning to tent my shorts.
I blushed. She didn’t--just stared--smiled and walked up to me. I reached out for her proffered hand but missed as she snaked it by and squeezed my cock through my shorts.
“Yoiks!”
She grunted, a low throaty sound… like the chuff made by a large game cat. “Yoiks, really?” She gave me a smirk.
Now I wasn’t just shy-embarrassed, I was feeling stupid-embarrassed. But she let go my erection, took a step back and stood, hands-on-hips, appraising me. I put a hand in front of my twitching cock.
She jutted her jaw at me. “Don’t recognize me, huh?”
“Noooo….”
“Don’t remember your little tropical island “thunder fuck”?”
“Chloe?”
She sucked in air across her teeth. “Yeah. Ten years I’ve been looking for you, Jack.”
“Oh?”
The memory of that evening flashed through my mind: thunder, lighting, driving rain...fucking an eighteen year old virgin until she orgasmed…twice. Then, the next morning, ass fucking her until she was exhausted.
My body was reacting to this amazon of a woman. My cock was coursing with bl00d, aching and pulsing. I didn’t try to hide it now. It was impossible to hide it now. I was taking in deep, quick breaths, the lust building.
Chloe! She was the lust filled fantasy of my life. She was standing in front of me, real… real mad… apparently.
Fuck, fuck, fuck….
"Your mine!" She took a quick step toward me, chest to chest now, and kissed me hard. Her tongue down my throat distracted me.
She grabbed my right hand by the thumb, bent it back, which made me spin around. Before I could react, she had my other arm behind me. With a click, I felt handcuffs clench in place. She let go, and I turned around to face her.
“What the fuck Chloe?” I struggled against the cuffs for a moment and took a step toward her. She danced back a pace, just out of reach.
So, there I was. My hands cuffed behind me, shirtless, the head of my dick clearly visible and straining against my shorts. I started to laugh.
I guess that was the right reaction because she gave me a big toothy grin. “So, Jack, you’re enjoying this?”
My laughter petered out to a chuckle, and I shuffled my feet. “Let’s see. Bound, mostly naked, completely erect, and in an isolated section of woods with the hottest cougar and the personal lust-fantasy of my life. Would seem I’m just wet-dreaming and waiting to have a spontaneous ejaculation. So, yup!”
Her grin turned to a small, disappointed frown. “Jacccck. You’re supposed to be “in fear for your life” of my crazy cougar persona.”
“Ooops, sorry Chloe.” I made as serious a face as possible and whined, “Please don’t kill me…. Oooh, please…” Then started to laugh again.
She tapped her foot on the ground. Didn’t say anything. Just walked up and shucked my shorts down to the ground. My cock flipped up and bobbed between us. She slapped it.
“Ouch!”
She slapped it again, grabbed it and started leading me off the path. I stumbled, shorts around ankles, so she helped me step out of them. Then she tossed them into the underbrush.
“What the?”
Over her shoulder, my cock in hand behind her, she said, “Me cougar. Me hunt you. You fresh meat.”
She had a firm grip on me so I didn’t have any choice but to follow her. When we reached a small clearing, she stuck out a foot and tripped me. “Shit, easy, Chloe!”
I rolled over, hands still cuffed behind my back. She stood over my naked body and snugged one jogging shoe between my balls and the base of my erection. She pointed a finger at my cock, and as she slowly squished my sack into the ground, said, “You will be… afraid.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t dare move! In all the years with her, I had never quite seen this side. “Yes… ma’am?”
She smiled and dropped to her knees, straddling my thighs. She grabbed my ball sack with one hand and wrapped the other around my cock. Now she has long fingers, but she was short an inch of encircling my full seven inch girth.
She also has strong fingers. When she squeezed, the head of my cock plumped up and glowed like a stop light. And fuck if this didn’t make me horny!
I squeaked out, “Ah, Chloe, don’t break it.”
“If I want it to… I will.” She began to jack on my cock with one hand, short quick strokes, while mercilessly squeezing my balls together with the other. “Silence, or I will gag you.” She paused a moment. “Or maybe I'll just rip this fucker out by the roots!”
I shut up. Her arm was tireless. She jerked me like an automaton for ten minutes and was rubbing me raw.
"Shit, you're stripping the skin off me!"
The sun beating down was hot as hell. I was sweating, the entire surface of my body exuding fluid like a panting dog’s tongue. She stopped and swiped my chest with both hands, added more lubrication by spitting into her palms. Dripping with goo, she slathered my cock with the slippery liquid.
She wrapped her hands back around me, fist over fist, oily and sweaty. A full three inches of my cock still protruded from her grasp.
“You like when I stroke you like this?”
This time, her grip was light. She traveled the full ten inches up, domed over the glans and back.
I nodded.
“You feel like cumming?”
I nodded again. An ooze had started leaking out, which she used to lube up my cock some more.
“I will decide when you cum, today.”
“Ah, god, Chloe!”
“Yes, right. I am your personal goddess today.”
She kept stroking. Hands--slick, lightly gripped--slowly gliding along the entire length and then over the top and down again for a few minutes. Then a couple minutes jerking--quick, short pulls and hands like vises on my shaft--without touching the head. Then back to slow...lingering as she rounded the top.
The change in pace and grip was excruciatingly pleasurable. Every five minutes or so, she would jack me real quick and hard, right to the edge of an orgasm and then pause for a moment, denying me release.
I lost track of time in my world of agonizing lust. Finally, my stomach went rigid as a board, my legs started to tremble. I frantically pushed my hips up and down in time with her stroking hands.
She must have sensed my need. Thank the goddess! She tightened her grip and started jacking me hard and fast. Just as I was about to cum, she let go. My prostate was half way into a contraction… half way… and stopped. “Shit, fuck, Chloe!”
She smiled wickedly as cum dribbled out like a leaky faucet. My chest was heaving like a smithy’s bellows. She just rolled her hand over my hyper-sensitive glans and slicked the goo down my still hard prick. “Poor baby… awww…”
“Chloe, you're an evil, fucking bitch of a cougar!”
She gave me a smirk. “Now you get it.”
FIVE TIMES she took me to this tantalizingly precipice. My cock and balls were now covered in precum, real cum too. But still she didn’t give me full satisfaction.
Then she let go my pole and slapped it a couple times. She stood up and backed up a step, legs wide.
“God damn, Chloe, finish me...or just kill me.”
“When I am ready, not you.”
Feet planted, she started to undulate, no other word for it. First, she stripped off her sports bra, then her shorts. She wore no panties, so now all she was wearing was her jogging shoes and socks. Then she started the routine that originally glued my eyes to her ten years ago.
A slow gyrating dance, hips and arms swaying, eyes closed, mouth parted. Her hands moved between her legs, then up and outside her thighs and hips, over her belly and up to cup her breasts. She lifted them slightly.
I was struggling on the ground, cock straight up like a post in a picket fence. All I could do was stare at her perfect breasts, that shaved cunt. Even a few feet away I could see the glistening wetness on her pussy lips. Her clit was fully engorged.
My Chloe might just orgasm without me…but she stopped.
She took two steps forward, squatted over my face and pushed the back of my head to the ground with her hands. Her pussy was directly over my mouth. Her voice was husky, laden with the promise of sex. “You want this?”
"Yes. Yes!" But she held my head down. I desperately tried to reach it with my tongue.
She purred at me, “Not yet...”
Still squatting, she back-shuffled down my torso until she was over my crotch. She grabbed my cock two handed and rubbed it back and forth, back and forth, between those hot, dripping cunt lips.
When she started to moan, I yelled, “Ah, Jesus! Fuck me, Chloe!”
She gave me a small smile. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
Then she slipped all ten inches inside her, like she was a fireman sliding down a pole. Her tunnel was an open fleshy furnace of pure ecstasy.
I thought I was going to cum right there but she lifted off.
She put a hand under each breast. “Want these?”
My fixed stare must have answered her question.
She almost shouted, “Do you want to touch these?”
“Yes!”
A thoughtful look came over her face. "Maybe we should just fuck." She rolled me over on my belly, almost bent my cock in half, and unlocked my cuffs.
I don’t think I ever moved faster. In a flash, I snatched up the cuffs, was on my feet and grabbed both her wrists.
“Hey, Jack, what the…?”
I got in her face. "You wanted to fuck. I'm gonna fuck you!"
I dragged her, protesting, to a nearby tree and shoved her against it, hard, She froze at my use of f0rce, and I quickly cuffed her hands behind her and around the trunk. I rounded the tree and stood in front of her.
She struggled and stared at me, a hint of fear in her eyes. “Jaaaack?”
I knew the tree's bark must be chaffing the skin on her back. Her arms were straining to encircle the trunk behind her. She looked really uncomfortable. I didn't care. That's how I wanted her.
I stepped up until my cock just touched her pussy and then inserted the head. I inched forward ever so slowly and buried half its length inside. A slick, soft and fiery casing for me to fill.
She let out a, “Ohhhh…..” and straddled her legs to make more room as I pressed a few more inches inside her.
“Gonna fuck you Chloe.”
Her eyes lit up. "Fuck your cougar!"
I crushed our bodies together. We were both naked and sweating in the heat. Our eyes were an inch apart, our lips touching, our breath air brushing each other’s face. I could feel her breasts, sweaty and slippery against my chest.
I pulled back and plunged my spear in until the head of my cock bottomed out. “You are mine now.”
“Yesssss….” She tilted her pelvis back and forth and rotated her hips a couple of times, forcing my cock even deeper.
Lips just touching, she growled, “Take me. Fuck me.”
It was like someone swirled the lust center in my brain and pumped pure testosterone into my veins. I started hammering away.
Eye to eye, breast to breast, I pounded my cock in her. I didn’t care if it felt good or it hurt her. Didn’t care if she loved me or hated me. I just wanted to fuck this cougar’s growl out of her.
But she was no submissive piece of meat. As I crashed my body into hers, she bucked her pelvis out to meet mine. We met with a 'Whump' that resounded in the woods. She was one hot-bl00ded an1ma1 of a woman.
Whump, whump, whump, whump... faster paced and louder than our feet pounding the path just a short while ago. Our bodies smashing into each other. Harder, harder, faster, faster. Ever more frantic.
Grunting, pushing, moaning, humping, and thrashing. We were killing each other on my manhood.
It ended in one mad, screaming crescendo, both of us wailing. “I’m cumming!!!”
I wrapped my arms around the tree, crushing us even tighter, gazing into her eyes the entire time. Gutteral grunting noises, “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” erupted from both our frothing lips.
Bodies quivering, hips swiveling together, we milked every moment of ecstasy. Shaking and trembling, I desperately clasped the tree so I didn’t fall to the ground.
When the gyrations subsided and the sounds died down to simple, heavy breathing, I moved a fraction of an inch away.
She smiled up at me, kissed me lightly, and breathed, “My lion.”
“My cougar.”
“Next Friday?”
“Yes.”
Apparently, cougar stalking would become a weekly affair.
Mila
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