The final part in a legendary sexual trilogy. Did I mention she was a cougar? (m/f) | 2016

Part 1 and Part 2 Part 3 is here, in GWStories, because I feel there is enough success stories from this sole weekend already.

For a quick summary: I had a cougar msg me saying we could hookup when I got into town. After a few awkward seconds from myself, the first night was amazingly mind blowing. The second night was just as amazing, but a bit disappointing on the account of not getting off that second orgasm. Now you find us on our third and final night. <curtain opens>

We went to dinner with a few people, people she knew, and it was ok, nothing amazing. It was hard, these were her friends, not mine, and they were all socializing with each other. I understood completely. It was a bit awkward, yes, but I've dealt with worse. Besides, I was still a bit flattered she would invite me to join her. And the food wasn't bad either, so all in all, a wash. I didn't want to act anxious, but I truly was. This was our final night of opportunity. We both had long days, and there were still things for both of us to do on the day I left town, so this night was about all we had. She actually went home before coming to my hotel. We did talk about her staying with me this night, so I figured she was getting things she needed (she was), but it just took a while. She finally showed up, a bit late into the night, and we chatted for a bit, jumped into a quick shower, and....headed to bed....to sleep. It was mutual, we were truly tired.

We lay there, naked, not touching, trying to sleep. My mind thought and thought and thought. I wasn't very restless, but I also didn't want to TRULY fall asleep. I also wanted to cuddle, so I finally did.

I rolled to my side, she lay on her side, and I put my hand on her hip. Mother. Of. God. My hands had been on her hips before, thrusting my dick into her pussy, but not like this. Before it was for leverage, like a handle, this was feeling her body, her curves (she's petite, but all women have them somewhere). Her skin, everywhere on her body was soft and silky, smooth without flaw. Her hips have the perfect shape to them, and the perfect size. My hand laid there, resting upon the cliff of beauty and serenity. It fit like the sunrise cresting over a majestic mountain top.

As soon as I touched her she readjusted, shifting herself back towards me, ever so slightly. I closed the distance between us quickly. I had felt her beautiful back, seen it as I fucked her the night before, I knew I wanted it touching me. And so it did, and she fit, our entire bodies fit. My head by her hair and neck, my growing dick just below her wondrous ass. All while my hand lay on her hip. I gripped her harder, squeezing my fingers, but not too tight. She moved again, and let out a soft moan. I didn't want to move, but I also wanted to feel her small supple breasts in my hand, to rub and pinch her nipples, to make her moan more. Before I could make it there, she said how funny it is that only after a few minutes of "sleep", she was ready for some hot passion. My dick sprang up and was now being held down by her cute cheeks. I began my journey of fondling. I rubbed them, grabbed them, and pushed them together so that I could rub both nipples at the same time. She liked that. She finally lifted her top leg, and reached between and grabbed my throbbing dick and placed my head just at the entrance to her pussy. I could both feel the prickliness of the shaved hairs, and the moist, wet, soft, blossoming lips of a pussy that was ready to be taken hard.

So moaned more, louder, and I could hear her possibly biting her lip, even if just a little. She began to rock, shift her weight, and roll her hips as her lips ran over my head. Her sounds of ecstasy were muffled, just a bit, but it was psychological not physical. I knew, and she knew, we both wanted to go bare back. She wanted my massive cock inside her, filling her pussy with nothing but flesh between us. So many times she rocked and nearly took my head in, but stopped herself. I wasn't pushing anything, we both knew the risks, we both agreed to not take the risk, but we both wanted to fucking go raw, right then and there, so very much. I continued to play with her tits, while rubbing her chest, and neck and cheek. There were times I wanted to strangle her, which was actually a bit weird for me, but I think it was the raw passion, I just wanted to do something intense to her body, I wanted her to know just how badly I wanted her in that moment. It took every fiber of me to not thrust into her to not simply fuck her doggy style like we had both night, and just shun the condom. I wanted to be so deep in her, that you could only feel my balls. I wanted my dick to disappear and be enveloped inside her amazing body and tight pussy. But I didn't. When she would stop moving and rocking, the times she contemplated saying "ahh fuck it!", I would run my hand down and grab her hip. I could feel her leg, hip, stomach and ass, all with that grab. She was so perfectly petite, I thought I could stand holding her, like I did that first night when we walked to the couch and bed, and just fuck her. Put her against a wall, and nail her to it. Her height was right, and I had zero problems carrying her. I wanted her in very bad, very hard, ways. But I digress.

She eventually said we should probably suit up, I would just say "yeaa" and squeeze her hip tightly. We wouldn't move, both of us obviously wanting what we couldn't have, still tempted by the respectively soft and hard flesh that were pressed together. Neither one of us said anything but I eventually rolled over and put on protection.

I rolled back over and she guided my member to the promised land. As I mentioned with the other days, condoms make me lose a ton of sensation (post-note, I discovered it's from my /r/bigdickproblems , and no, I'm not joking. My girth is too big for normal condoms which was the problem for this weekend. Ok, done digressing again) however the 'edging' that happened the night before, where I did everything I could to get off and it didn't happen, well that came into play very much. Somehow it made me much more sensitive (maybe the ribbing on the condom helped?) and fucking her felt amazing. In fact, it was the best all weekend! The sounds that escaped her mouth, were just like before, it seemed every time was the same, but every time I loved it just as much. I wanted to record our fuck-fests, just to simply watch in awe at her passion, desire, and ecstasy....and amazing body....and at how great of a lover fucker I must have been.

I could feel my orgasm growing, something I hadn't felt either night with a condom. It felt amazing! Her back, still sexy as hell, her ass, still so slappable oh it got slapped, her body just so perfect in that moment. I watched as my dick would disappear just behind her sweet ass cheeks. I stared at her asshole, sometimes, and thought how much I wanted to rim her and bury my face into her nether-regions and have her suffocate me again. I wanted so many parts of me, in so many parts of her. I truly wanted to finger her ass while I fucked her, but I had never done that before and had no idea how she felt about it now's not the time to find out.

My orgasm approached, she was yelling for me to fuck her in between moans of ecstasy. I dug my fingers into her hips, I could feel her abs flexing as her body convulsed and sent shivers down her legs. I fucked her harder. I grabbed her beautiful hips as if they were the worlds most perfect and sexy handles ever seen by human eyes, and I buried my 8in dick deep inside her pussy. She would stop breathing, stop making sounds, and then suddenly she would burst forth with a glass shattering orgasm. So many of them were just like that. This time my body was ready, I was on the verge, the edge of a cliff that overlooked the entire world of pleasure. I looked up, grabbed her wavy hair, and entire handful, and pulled! The orgasm felt like I was flying. I couldn't tell if I froze and she rocked back into me, or I kept thrusting. I was beginning to lose all sense of everything. I was still in my body, but I felt like I was on another plane of existence. I held myself up on her hips and ass, eventually hunching over to resting my head on her beautiful back. She began to slide to a laying position and told me I could keep laying on her. I did. I breathed heavily, deep, exhaustive breaths. My dick, slowly losing thickness, still resting inside her. Her sexy tight ass was holding up my hips/pelvis, and it felt like the softest pillows I had ever laid on. My head lay against hers, both of us looking to the side. We stretched out our legs, feeling her soft hamstrings pressed to my thighs. My chest, rising and falling quickly as I struggled to catch my breath, was pressed against her shoulder blades. We were sweating, just a bit, but it made a great texture and even cooled me just a little, I welcomed her body. My hands finally stretched out, pushing instead of pulling for once. They found her hands, and we embraced our grasps. She had been gripping the bed sheets tightly, multiple times, and I could feel the gentle strength in her hands, but at the same time it was soft, welcoming, comforting. I wanted to lay like this forever. Eventually, though, I rolled off and disposed of the condom and went back to resting next to her.

We laid there for awhile, all the time resting and recovering. Soon we were back to cuddling and back to where we started fucking. I didn't last long, fatigue-wise, though. My body ached, and while my dick was plenty hard, I was getting almost no sensation. Soon I was sitting on my knees, with my legs spread over her luxurious ass. My balls were resting on the bottom part of her cheeks, nearly touching her pussy. I was lubed up and jerking off. Like the night before, this took some serious work. I eventually decided to finger her, and listen to the beautiful moans. My god, her pussy felt amazing. I loved how tight and soft it was inside, like a cocoon of pleasure just wanting to be filled. We both rocked while she moaned, orgasm after orgasm passed for her. I rimmed her just a little bit with my thumb, still not knowing where the threshold of 'off limits' was. I jerked hard, fast, twisting, doing everything I knew how to get myself off. Unlike the first time this night, it came over me in an instant, even though it was exhausting getting there. I didn't even see how much of a load I dropped on her back, or where it went. I remember looking at her supple ass. I had no sexual desire left, but that thing looked like clouds made of marshmallows that tasted like coconut. I cleaned her off, and slapped her ass. Every time I did, which was plenty, I could hear her smile and chuckle.

We cuddled some more, I think, the rest of the night was a blur. Her amazing body laying next to mine was like a dream I was having, but able to be awake for. I remember kissing her left shoulder while we foreplayed. I remember her smell, not her perfume, her actual body's scent. It was distinct, subtle, and common in many fragrances. She tasted like she smelled, which not only matched but was delicious, and I'm not just talking about her pussy. I licked her neck and back several times, it was just as soft, smooth, and yummy as my hands had experienced. I was fortunate enough to be laying next to all of that, and more, naked. It's a no wonder I didn't want to fall asleep. But we eventually did. We didn't talk much that night, unlike the other nights, we just rested and slept.

When the morning came, she got up first, and got ready. She was going to get breakfast. She walked around naked for the most part, and I could not take my eyes off her ass. It was just as nice standing and walking around, as it was laying on the bed getting slapped. I had to sit up in order to see her as she left, probably looked a little stalker-ish lol but I honestly could not take my eyes off her. The door closed and I fell into the bed, sighing in relief, and smiling at the amazing times we shared. She soon returned with food, and I had breakfast in bed, naked. We chatted for a bit about the upcoming day, and she said she had to leave. I showered, while she finished packing her bag and brushing teeth, then I got one final goodbye. I told her not to leave just yet, I wanted to feel her lips again, to kiss her and hold her like I did that first night. I didn't know it at the time, but I wanted to bring our experience and time together, full circle. We started with kissing, not knowing each others bodies; we finished with passionately making out, knowing so much more about each other than the first time we were naked together. I stood there in just a towel, holding her soft cheeks while our lips pressed together. We both, at different times, let out soft moans and sighs of pleasure.

She was my first cougar, and I no plans to forget her.