Cougar: An Erotica Collection. Elizabeth Coldwell
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massaged them together, licking my lips like a porn star. ‘You seen breasts like mine before? Full, generous, begging to be touched?’
He shook his head, watching me fondle myself.
‘Different, aren’t they?’ I whispered. I was chancing it, but I knew he was hooked. His little girlie friends would have cute white baps. Not even a handful each.
‘Dark, aren’t they?’ I said softly, leaning nearer, dangling them over him, juicy like fruit. My nipples had turned the colour of raspberries. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. They were inches from his mouth and lips and tongue and teeth. I wanted him to suck me. The tension was so electric you could hear it.
I arched my back to thrust my breasts towards him. His Adam’s apple jumped again. His hands came up from my hips, where they’d tried to steady me in falling, and slid up my ribcage until they reached the outward curve of my breasts. I breathed in tiny gasps as his hands slid closer. The room was so quiet. His body was straining up under me. My nipples were stiff and burning, each one now the size of the tip of his little finger.
‘Let me,’ he groaned. I rubbed one across his mouth. I felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach. His face flooded with red heat. Did he flush like that with his little floozies? Did he get rushes of excitement when they gave him a flash? Or a full-on erection like the one banging out of his jeans right now?
I let my nipples hover just above his mouth, torturing us both. I ran my hand over the front of his jeans, felt the rigid outline. I reached inside to cup his warm balls.
Outside it was getting dark. The kettle needed boiling. The guests would be back soon from the beach.
I picked up one of his hands, placed it on one swollen breast. My nipple spiked up, poking against his palm. I went limp as his fingers closed round. I spread my knees to lower myself, my pussy opening, my breasts jumping into his face with each heartbeat.
I had a boy here with the body of a god, just waiting for me to show him. So much for being bored in the countryside.
My stomach tightened as he played with both breasts, moulded them, squeezed until I could bear it no longer. I lay on him, smothering him, so that he had no choice but to nuzzle in between, press each breast against each of his hot cheeks. I took one breast, so heavy with wanting, and rubbed the taut nipple against his mouth again and again. Just the sight of me holding it, offering it to him, made me want to come. I jammed myself against his legs, but my pussy was twitching with frustration.
His tongue flicked out and I angled the tit right into his mouth. His lips nibbled up, tongue lapping round, then, aah, at last, he drew the burning bud in, pulling hard, and began to suck. Sparks pricked at me. I looked down at his tousled hair, at the salt water dried in granules and flecked white across his cheekbones, and I closed my eyes as the sensation nearly finished me off.
He brought the other breast up and turned his head this way and that, lapping and sucking, snuffling through his nose to breathe, groaning, biting and kneading harder and harder as if he owned my breasts now. It wasn’t enough for one breast to be suckled, they both had to be. That’s what really does it for me. Suck one, pinch the other until they’re both singing with pain. So the harder I pushed into his face, the quicker he learned, the harder he bit and chewed and pinched, and the sharper my pleasure.
‘Fuck me,’ a woman howled, and it was me.
‘Show me,’ he grunted back.
I wanted him to go on and on sucking and biting my tits, but I wanted his stiff cock in my cunt, too, wanted to feel it ramming up me. But somehow I still kept it slow. I wanted him to remember every single move.
I planted my knees on either side of his thighs so I was straddling him, still crushing his head between my tits, still making him suck. I wanted him to suck and suck forever, except that soon I would come against his leg like some randy bitch and what sort of education would that be?
As my nipples burned and throbbed, I rolled his jeans and boxers down. He raised his hips so obligingly to let me undress him I wanted to weep with victory. And then I wanted to shriek with it when his cock came thumping out from the rough tangle of tawny curls, pulsating like the rest of him, its surface smooth like velvet.
God, anyone would think I’d never seen one before. It thumped all heavy and warm into my hand and its owner bit me, hard, so that I screamed out loud.
‘You’re a quick learner,’ I breathed, pulling away, letting his head follow me, still nibbling and biting. ‘So here’s a little reward.’
He fell back, mouth wet with licking, and I slithered down till I reached his dick, standing there like a beacon. The tip was already beading. If I wasn’t careful, he’d come like a bloody train, before I wanted him to. But I wanted to show him. So I took that boy’s cock right into my mouth until the knob knocked the back of my throat.
His buttocks clenched as I sucked on him, holding his balls and biting my way down his shaft and sucking the sweet length of it. He started bucking. I wanted him to think he’d died and gone to heaven. Any minute now I was going to heaven, too. As I sucked, I rubbed my aching tits and wet pussy up and down his legs, like a randy mare scratching against a fence. He pulled at my hair. I was in danger of wasting this golden moment by coming all over his shins. My pussy was convulsing frantically now, leaving a slick of juice on his legs.
I gave his dick one last, long suck, pulling it and nipping it, then I let it slide out past my teeth. Next time I’d swallow. I clambered back on top of him, my toy, my boy, as he started to rise up on his elbows, seeking my tits again. I tilted myself over him.
‘See how beautiful it is,’ I crooned at him, showing him his cock in my fingers, wet with my licking. ‘See how well it’s going to fit.’
I aimed the tip of his cock towards my bush, let it rest there, nudge into my wet lips, and I shuddered as each inch went in. The tension was ecstasy, but I was going wild here, especially when he grabbed my breasts and started sucking on them again. I couldn’t hold on to it for much longer, and I let the boy’s knob slide up inside, all the way to the hilt. It was tempting to ram it, but once it was right in I forced myself away again.
‘Let me fuck you!’
We’d lost the power of language. ‘Fuck’ was the only word we knew.
I moaned in reply, tossed my head back, and down I went onto him again and this time he was with me, pulling at my hips so that he was in as I ground down.
He filled me. God, there were years of wild lovemaking ahead for him and any woman lucky enough to get near him. I pressed myself over him, let him bite and fondle, saw the blood rushing in his face as we started to jerk and rock together. I was really riding him, really wanted to hurt us both, wanted him to suck me while we did it, suck me so hard it would make me scream with pain, knowing my willing pupil would do whatever the hell I told him.
I was jacking up the rhythm, rocketing up and down his cock. I needed to ease the urge to come, but of course that only made it worse and more intense and I was getting tighter and tighter, holding him like a vice, and his cock was getting even harder with each frantic thrust, ramming right up inside.
‘Tell me I’m the best you ever had,’ he suddenly shouted, grabbing my hips and lifting me off him. ‘Want to hear you say it.’
‘Shut up and fuck me, big boy.’
His nails dug into me. ‘Tell me, you bitch, tell me I’m the best.’
I stared at him. His cock was enormous now, so swollen, standing away from his flat stomach and aiming like a battering ram at my wet, waiting cunt.
‘You’re the best, baby,’ I said. And I meant it. I’d never had someone so young, so gorgeous, so well hung, so strong, so eager, so fresh, so obedient, all in one package.
Then his cock slipped up inside again. I was trapping him inside me and going at him so that we were welded together, releasing him so that he could draw back, trapping again as he tensed his buttocks and thrust inside, throwing his