Community Cougar

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Author's Note:

This is my first attempt at writing from a female's perspective. Please tell me what you think. I may write spin-off pieces involving these characters if encouraged by comments.

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This is my story of how I became the 'Community Cougar' -- a name conferred on me by one of my 'conquests'.

Firstly, a little about myself ... my name is Julie Robinson, married, in my early 50s, about 5'6 with still firm 36C breasts, medium length auburn hair, green eyes. I keep myself firm, fit, and athletic by playing tennis, jogging and the occasional gym workout.

My husband, Steve, and I have been married for 30 years. Over time our sex life has become stale, boring, and almost non-existent. We fuck maybe twice a month and, honestly, he really just doesn't do it for me anymore.

Until recently, I was a Guidance Counsellor at the local university. Through the years I have developed a fondness for younger men and have spent quite a few afternoons in my office with soaking wet panties after having a young freshman stud in for an hour of tutorial. However, I always refrained from acting on my desires and lustful thoughts for fear of losing my job. But the years of temptation sitting in front of me day after day have certainly taken their toll on me, until I finally succumbed.

One afternoon a few months ago, I was just enjoying the day - lounging out in the backyard beside our pool getting some sun, wearing my favourite bikini, a sun hat and some shades, sipping some iced tea and reading a book. My husband was out playing golf with his buddies; he is an avid golfer and spends more time golfing than he does with me. I heard some laughing and yelling going on next door. It was my neighbours' son, Andy, and some of his friends horsing around in their backyard. I knew that Andy's mum and dad were out of town, so he was probably having a party or something.

Andy was in his second year at the university I had retired from a few years previously. Thinking about him made my mouth water; he was a perfect physical specimen - he was about 6'2 with shaggy hair and deep brown eyes. His firm body looked like it had been chiselled out of granite.

As I was lying there, I reached down to touch my pussy and it was certainly damp through the thin material covering of my bathing suit. My reverie was disturbed by a football which came flying across the fence and landed in the swimming pool. I moved my hand back to my side just as Andy's head popped up over the fence and he saw me on my recliner lounge.

"Oh sorry, Mrs Robinson," he said most apologetically. "We didn't mean to scare you. We were just playing some footy over here, and it got away from us."

I smiled at him as I got up to retrieve the ball. I grabbed it and went over to the fence to give it back. As I did, a naughty idea popped into my head, so I said, "Andy, you look all hot and sweaty. You and your friends should come over and take a dip in the pool to cool off." Then I added, "And call me Jules; Mrs Robinson sounds so formal."

"No, no, Mrs Rob ... Jules; we wouldn't want to interrupt you. It looks like you're having a nice, quiet afternoon," Andy said. It also looked like he was quietly appraising me and my suggestion.

"Andy, don't be silly," I replied. "I'm actually kind of bored and could use some company. I'll get you boys some iced tea and snacks and you can have some fun in our pool." I gave him a wicked smile as I looked over the top of my shades.

He looked a little uncomfortable under my gaze, but glanced back over his shoulder and said to his buddies, "Hey guys, want to go swimming?"

They looked across to me, and with smiles on their faces said in unison, "Sure."

As they climbed over the fence, I checked out the hot, young flesh. There was Andy; the next was Josh -- with short, blonde hair and a slightly stockier build; and finally, Damien -- almost a deeply tanned bookend version of Andy, an Adonis with a build as hard as a rock. I could feel my pussy starting to moisten at the sight before me as they joined me on the patio.

After the introductions were made, I said, "Hi guys. Make yourselves at home and have a dip. I'll get you some towels and drinks." They were a bit hesitant about moving.

"Uh, Jules, we don't have our swimsuits," said Andy.

I thought it would be a bit forward to suggest that they go skinny-dipping, so instead said, "That's OK. You're all wearing gym shorts, aren't you?" I headed into the house to cut off any further protestations.

When I returned with the towels and some more iced tea, they were in the pool splashing around and rough-housing with each other, their muscular bodies glistening in the sun. I sat at the table eying them up and down lustfully. I could feel my pussy throbbing; I really needed to cool off, so I jumped into the pool with them. This cause them to calm their rough-housing a bit and as I ducked my head under to cool off, I couldn't help but peek at their young bulges appearing through the thin material of their shorts. As I came up for air, I sensed a definite energy or tension in the atmosphere. We splashed around in the pool for a while and I did whatever I could to make 'friendly' contact as we swam around. After a while, I swam over to the steps to exit the pool and could definitely feel three sets of eyes staring at my arse as I strutted up the steps to grab a towel. I turned around and saw them all avert their eyes quickly. I just laughed as I thought to myself, 'This is turning out to be fun!'

After another short while they all got out of the pool dripping wet, their shorts clinging to their impressive bulges and sat down for a drinks break. We made some small talk about the weather and what courses they were doing at university before Andy asked, "Uh, Jules ... Where is Mr Robinson?"

"Don't worry about that," I replied. "It's enough to know that I don't expect him home for quite some time."

It was about then that Josh got a text message on his phone, and after looking at it said, "Sorry guys, I've got to go. Samantha wants me to take her shopping."

"Geez, mate, she really got you by the short and curlies," said Andy.

"Yeah," agreed Damien. "Really pussy whipped! Oh sorry, Jules, we didn't mean to be crude."

"That's the power of the pussy. Right, boys?" I smilingly purred. Josh suddenly looked like he wasn't so sure that he wanted to go; but reluctantly gathered up his things and headed off.

After he left, Andy said, "Well thanks, Jules, for letting us come over and swim in your pool. We should probably be going too so you can enjoy the rest of the day in peace and quiet."

"Nonsense," I said. "The party is just getting started!"

I got up, grabbed the sun block, and jumped back into the pool. Andy and Damien couldn't help themselves and followed me into the water, so I decided to get a little bolder. I waded to the shallow end of the pool and started applying the sun block to my arms, shoulders and soft breasts as the horny young men looked on.

"Andy, would you mind putting some of this on my back, please?"

It was a bit of a cliched situation, but it worked and as he started to rub some lotion into my back with his strong hands, I nearly melted.

I took the tube of lotion back and said, "Here; let me do you now." As I was rubbing him down, I told him, "You know, Andy, I could tell years ago that you would grow up to be a hottie. I bet that you have to beat the girls off with a stick, don't you?" He laughed nervously as I continued, "Your friend is cute too. Damien, come over here and let me put some lotion on you too."

"No thanks, Jules, I'm good," he said.

I replied, "Just because you have dark skin doesn't mean you can't get sunburn."

He still didn't make a move, so I waded over to him and slathered some lotion over his back, and then turned him around and caressed his gorgeous pecs and abs with SPF30. I don't know what came over me just then, but I reached down under the water and started rubbing his crotch.

He jumped a bit, but I just purred to him, "Calm down, Damien; it's OK. Don't you know how sexy you are?"

He was dumbstruck and just nodded in response. I glanced over to Andy who looked both confused and amazed at what was happening. I realised that now the perfect opportunity for me to make some of my fantasies come true, so I grabbed Damien by the hand and started wading out of the pool.

I said, "Come on, boys; why don't we sit in the gazebo for a while?"

I grabbed Andy's hand with my free hand as I walked past him, and we all exited the pool together. I guided them over to the gazebo and sat down on the divan with one either side of me. I draped my legs across Damien's lap and leaned my head back against Andy's chest.

"So tell me, boys. I assume that you've been with girls before, but have you ever been with a woman old enough to be your mother?" I asked.

"No," they responded in unison.

"Do you think that this old lady is attractive?"

This turned out to be a rhetorical question; their wide smiles and big bulges told me all I needed to know.

I quietly said, "Boys, it been so long ..." and I trailed off by turning my face to Andy and kissed him long and deep as I felt a wetness instantly between my legs. Andy removed my bikini top and then was all over me, groping and suckling my breasts as Damien started rubbing my legs up and down, with each up stroke going further up my inner thigh closer to my throbbing pussy. I shuddered and continued kissing Andy as I parted my legs as an invitation for Damien to reach further. It wasn't long before he was rubbing my slit and clit through my swim suit, and then he pulled it to the side and inserted first one, and then two, fingers into my soaking wetness. I let out a deep moan and reached down to Andy's huge bulge in his wet shorts, rubbing what may have been the biggest cock I had ever felt. I pulled down the front of his shorts and his cock sprang out, almost slapping me in the face.

I couldn't help but gasp at his size and instantly knew that I had to have it in my mouth. I went down on him wantonly, slobbering over his cock which was well over 7 inches long and about 3 inches across. I twisted around to get the best angle on Andy's cock and now had my arse pointed straight at Damien. He fondled my firm arse and then pulled my bikini bottoms off and started finger fucking me from behind. I was in ecstasy and couldn't help but moan over Andy's hard cock as Damien's fingers made sloshing sounds as he worked them in and out of my hot, wet cunt. I was working Andy's cock really good when I felt something substantially bigger than fingers sliding into my pussy. I let out a loud moan that probably could have been heard all the way down the block.

I accepted all of Damien's large hard cock but still protested, "Damien, I didn't say you could do that!"

He said, "Come on, Jules, you know you want it; don't you?"

I just whimpered and whispered, "Yes!"

As he built up a steady rhythm, Damien's big cock was pounding me and touching me in places that I had never been touched before and I became a quivering rag doll as a massive orgasm shuddered through my entire body. The whole time I kept slobbering and jerking on Andy's huge tool and he was growling through his teeth trying to keep himself under control.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Jules."

I wanted it too and obliged by pulling myself off Damien's cock and spun over to present my swollen pussy to Andy. I was now face to Face with Damien's big cock, which was probably an inch longer than Andy's but not quite as fat. I gobbled it down, tasting my creamy cum on his shaft, as I felt Andy split me wide open as he went deep. I screamed again in rapture as Andy started slowly but then picked up his pace to a fury, beating my pussy up until I came again. Suddenly Andy erupted, and I could feel his cock pulsing stream after stream of young semen deep inside me. I was jerking Damien's big cock furiously and knew that he couldn't last much longer. He grunted as he let loose his load all over my face and tits. I gobbled up as much as I could, while the rest just dribbled down my body.

After my double spit roast I was spent, exhausted, and for the first time in years, satisfied. I lay back on the divan with a stupid grin on my face as my eyes fluttered closed. About a minute later I heard the garage door open -- Steve was home.

"Oh shit!" Andy muttered as he pulled up his shorts. They both had nervous looks on their faces.

I just laughed; even with the though of being caught, I was enjoying the moment and said, "Thanks for the fun, boys. Let's do it again sometime."

They stammered, "Y-yeah sure", as they scampered across the yard and climbed back over the fence to Andy's house.

I gathered myself up and hopped back into the pool to rinse myself off. I could see swirling globs of Damien's and Andy's seed floating in the pool and giggled to myself. I had been faithful to my husband for thirty years and realised what I had been missing out on. "Now, thanks to Andy and Damien, I have a new mission, a new hobby and I'm not going to miss out any longer," I resolved.

The End ... or the beginning of new adventures