Ford Princess [m/f] (x-post from r/sexystories) | 2016

Please share your suggestions, tips, and please comment! If I've done well, motivate me to write another. Thanks, /r/gonewildstories! The following are events that transpired between myself (then 25) and a cougar I dated.

It was a cold, winter night in mid November. My roomies and I were hosting a party for something or another – always finding excuses to host parties. The house was packed with people and the music filled all the rooms with fast beats– an ideal setting for any party-goer, except me. I disliked ear-piercing music and crowded areas. I was always the calm, cool, and quiet type of guy. An introvert, some might call me. I had already drunk my share of alcohol and was feeling much more relaxed, but I still wanted out. Besides, it had been much too long since I had felt the warmth of a woman and although the party was abundant with females, none commanded my attention like…her.

While trying to find a spot where I could linger and pass the time, my phone vibrated. A few possibilities ran through my mind as I reached into my pocket to review it: a “fwd:” picture, maybe a friend asking for help, or an email - nothing of importance. At least not the kind of importance that was at the top of the list in my mind that night. My face drew a deep smirk and a shot of adrenaline filled my body as I read the sender’s listed name – Marcy. My thumb couldn’t have been quicker to open the message, which prompted a subtle, yet exhilarating request, “I want you to come over.” Just reading those words gave me a hormonal boost unlike any exotic video I had seen. Besides, the videos were always the same: guy fondles girl, girl sucks his dick, guy eats her out, then multiple penetration points, some more stagnant oral actions, then a money shot. Big woof. But, her…

With her I never knew what would happen. She always managed to surprise me in the most intimate way, and despite long nights in her company, she always left me wanting more. A few messages later, and I found myself waiting for her outside by the sidewalk. Not long after the last message, her fiery red coupe pulled up. Casually, I hopped into the passenger seat and tried to act unlike a kid in the doorway of a candy store. That lasted about as long as a shooting star. By the time I exhaled that seductive perfume she loved to wear, my hand was detailing her silky soft thigh and at the first stop sign she reached, we kissed each other like a couple that had gone away to different countries and had finally met up at a small-town airport. Her breath was warm and agitated, hinting of what was to come. She pulled away from the intersection, accelerating with every stroke of my hand, closing in on her warmest spot, only to teasingly pull back away. Faster than my eyes could follow, her left hand dropped onto mine and swiftly pushed it against her warm pussy. In an instant, her eyelids dropped, her mouth gaped, and that familiar shake of her head told me one thing: my fingers were right where they should be. To my surprise, there was no clothing under that skirt she wore. No thin panties, no seductive thong – just her inviting legs slightly opening for my hand to squeeze through. Pressing all three fingers against her mound, I rubbed back and forth, swinging my fingers across her wet lips, gently opening them more and more, soaking my fingers in her juices, pulling her hood back to reveal that small, veiled tip that she loved to get rubbed, pinched, and pressed. By now, her whole body was jerking and twitching, spreading her legs wider with every stroke of my fingertips. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to control her car as she drove down the empty, neighborhood road so she decided to divert my attention to something else.

Her blouse was cut low, a normal and welcomed sight. With her left hand, she pulled my hand away from her soaking pussy and placed it right under her breast. Her breasts – if there were ever any reasons to worship women, her breasts were two of them. Thick, soft, and just the right amount of bounce for her curvy figure. The tops she would wear were always just one-size too small for them, forcing them to overflow at the top, creating two amazing hills with an fascinating valley. Days and nights had gone by where I’d reminisce about the sight of her breasts, barely contained in her blouses and the deepness of the vale in-between, perfectly suitable for the raging cock that would grow in my jeans at the thoughts of these mental recollections. And tonight, there they were, bouncing with every bump on the road, begging to be let out, to be sucked, licked, squeezed, and nibbled. I firmly cupped her right breast and leaned in to taste that delicious sight, when out of desperation she pulled her blouse down, revealing it all. Not one second later my face was pressed against it: smelling her irresistible perfume, sucking on her large, dark nipples that hardened with every flick of my tongue, squeezing her breast and biting it harder and harder with every exasperated breath she took. Soon after, we reached her place. She quickly shut the engine off, readjusted her blouse, collected her coordination and we both exited the car and made a bee-line to her door. Her clothes concealed most of her sexual desire but my jeans did nothing of the sort for me. My hard-on was clearly visible through my pants and it didn’t help that she led me to the door, holding my hand by her waist, watching her voluptuous ass swing back and forth with her hurried steps, eager to grab it, squeeze it, and slap it.

By the time I had shut the door behind me and locked it, she was tugging at my arm, pulling me towards her inviting body, unzipping this, unbuttoning that. In the dark of her bedroom, her fully naked body laid on top of mine, grinding her wet pussy against my powerful cock, skillfully pulling my foreskin back. Against her warm and dry thighs, this brought some pain to my sensitive crown but I didn’t care. The pain I felt only served to increase my lust for her. She took her breasts in her own hands, pushed them together, and pressed them against my face, rubbing them back and forth, feeling her hard nipples flick across my lips and tongue. She had MILF nipples: large, dark, with enticingly bumpy areolas. She was a full-grown woman on top of my 20-something body. I hadn’t shaved in a few days and I knew that she was enjoying the prickly feeling of mustache and beard against her nipples, just as I was enjoying her recently shaved pussy grinding my cock. By now I couldn’t tell if it was my cock that was dripping or her swollen lips that were lubricating it. All I knew is that I wanted it. I wanted to slide it inside her. To watch her reach down, grab it tightly and guide it, taking it all in. To hear that delicate whimper and watch her head tilt back, giving me the opportunity to take her huge breasts in my hands and pinch those dark nipples I daydreamed about. I closed my eyes and let my sense of touch take over. I could feel the warmth of her soaking lips rubbing up and down my throbbing shaft and her hands cradling mine, showing me just how hard she wanted me to squeeze her large breasts as they hovered right above my face. I felt her lift herself up and knew that it was coming. She grabbed my aching cock with confidence and guided it to the entrance of her pussy.

I didn’t want to wait any longer. All my body was painfully lusting for that wet feeling and it only added to the desperation when she slowly started lowering herself onto it – feeling her wet warmth wrap around it, deeper and deeper, watching as her eyes squinted shut, her mouth slightly open – enough to let out a sexually-driven whimper followed by a long, thin exhale. Her breath cascaded across my chest, feeling the sensuality of the long and deep penetration. Her pussy, now filled to the edge with my hard cock, began throbbing: flexing, tightening, squirming. Was she cumming or teasing? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I wanted to feel it all again. And again. And again. I grabbed her waist and began motioning her to move back and forth and as the sultry woman that she is, she knew exactly what was being requested. She moved her hips back and forth, in a circular motion, left and right, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, forcing it hard against it, leaning forward with her hands on my chest, trying to hold back the moans that she wished she could let out. I began doing the work for her, pushing my hips up against her, allowing my cock to slide out and right back in, just enough to hear that wet, sloppy sound. That’s when it happened. A helpless whimper, like the one that she had made the first time she had me. I knew I had done right and repeated it: hips down then right back up, sliding – no – thrusting my throbbing cock into her as deep as I could, watching her facial expression as a mixture of pleasure and pain covered it, feeling her massive tits swing back and forth across my face, biting her nipples hard whenever I caught them with my mouth, hearing the wetness of her lips smacking against the base of my cock. I knew I had her. A few more deep thrusts and she was holding me down, stopping me from fucking her hard like I had been. Had she had enough? Or was she trying to suppress the unavoidable moan of a full orgasm in fear of her neighbors listening in? At this point, it didn’t matter. My cock was still painfully hard and wanted more of those sweet lips.

She layed down and pulled me towards her, opening her legs up and giving me just enough time to glance at her pussy – so swollen, glistening in the dark with what little light creeped through the blinds. She quickly wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to her, forcing my body onto hers, perfectly aligning my cock with her pussy, taking it all in. Her moan was an odd mixture of a groan and whimper, as if she wasn’t ready for something this hard to be inside her so fast. I didn’t care. I grabbed her legs and hung them over my arms as I watched her gorgeous breasts bounce back and forth with every thrust I gave, listening to the splattering of her juices as I fucked her harder and harder. My hips began feeling sore but she was loving every second of it. I couldn’t stop now. She could barely make a word out but her murmur barely created the word “fas..ter”. I leaned forward, raising myself up, and held her legs up against my chest, her feet just behind my head. I forcefully grabbed both of her bouncing tits and squeezed them hard, holding them in place as I pumped my cock harder and deeper into her, letting out deep grunts with every thrust, fucking as hard as my body let me. Her legs tightened up around my neck. She had turned her head away and was hiding it behind a pillow, suffocating herself by pressing it against her face in order to muffle her uncontrollable moans. I pulled the pillow away and tossed it. I wanted to hear her completely.

I shifted my body forward some more, forcing my soaking cock into her gaping pussy straight down, letting gravity pull me into her. The only thing touching the bed were my feet – my body was fully propped up, hands by her side. Her juices were splashing everywhere and her legs trembling. She had been able to resist moaning and tried pushing me up and off of her body in hopes to not alert the neighbors of how hard I was fucking her. I grabbed both wrists and pinned them back above her head, joining them and holding them down with one hand while I grabbed and squeezed her breasts with the other, holding them in place so I could bite them hard while teasing her pussy with just the tip of my cock. She wrapped her legs around me once more and pulled me in. I knew she was just playing hard to get. This time, the sight of her arms held against the headboard, her large tits bouncing freely, and the sounds of her dripping, wet pussy was too much. I felt a sudden rush all across my body and knew I was done. The tip of my cock became sensitive to her every crease inside her and my breathing became short and harsh. She saw my eyes squinting shut, my body tensing up, and new that she had me. She let loose as well and with a long, sexual moan, her pussy tightened around my cock, forcing me to cum. I could feel her clenching pussy tightly wrapped around my throbbing cock, pumping everything inside her. I could feel everything rushing out through me with every throb. I had waited much too long for this and had finally released all the tension that had built up over time. Her legs dropped, her body relaxed, and her swollen lips released my cock, now completely out of energy and vigor. I laid down beside her, we wrapped each other’s legs together, and just as how it had started, I leaned in and we kissed passionately before falling asleep - her arms holding my body and my face against her tender and sore breasts, listening to her heart beating, slipping into a dream of sensual perfume.