"Like what? Bondage?"
"Worse, apparently she had a thing for..." I trailed off before figuring to hell with it, I've said this much, "guy on guy action. Apparently she was already sleeping with her roommate, and apparently she had fantasies of him, uh, joining us," I said as I sipped on my water, suddenly a bit uncomfortable.
She covered her shocked expression with her hand as her eyes darted to the side. I think she may have even been blushing. "Well then, I can see what you mean about the crazy."
"That's probably the best example of the kind of crazy I attract," I said, which was true enough.
"So you like buff women huh?" She asked, apparently changing the subject.
"Yeah," I said, "there's just something about, I don't know what but..." I trailed off. She was wearing a red sweater and usually did. I found out that underneath she was wearing a black tank top. As she took off her sweater I got a peek at her midriff and visible, if not distinctly chiseled, abs. She then began showing off her muscled arms, giggling at my obvious surprise.
"I know I wear a sweater most of the time, but hey all this work someone has to appreciate them." I said nothing and tried diligently to avoid staring. She was gorgeous. Her arms didn't exactly bulge out or anything but she had definite biceps and shoulders. Her neck was gorgeous, and pale skin flowed from the nape of her neck down the front of her chest. Underneath the tank top her breasts threatened to steal the show. They weren't massive by any means but they were nothing to sneeze at.
"Furthermore," she said, her eyes boring directly into my soul, "I saw the look in your eyes as you said you 'might' be interested in being penetrated by that girl's big, hard, strap-on penis." I looked around, hoping to God no one was hearing, "I don't think you were just open-minded. You found the idea as hot as she did." Her words were low and heavy, squeezing around my torso and making my breathing tight and heart rate high. "Didn't you?"
"Now just what are you getting at?" I managed to say, my throat dry.
"I have the house to myself all weekend, and I have a boy who's eager to try what my husband isn't willing to," she said before leaning in even further and adding "what the hell do you think I'm getting at?"
She leaned back and gave me a look of marked prey. I guess that's where the term cougar comes from. Apparently her house was a short walk from the church. Within a few minutes we were just inside her door mauling each other. She quickly kicked off her shoes and I could tell she wanted me to do the same. Adultery is one thing, but tracking mud onto her nice carpet? Shameful.
We went from horizontal to vertical pretty quickly once we got to her couch. Her sweater came off once more, along with her shirt. Her red lace bra was bright compared to the pale skin underneath. "I picked it out just for you," she said. She had planned this out, maybe not all of it, but I was marked before I even sat down. God just the thought of that made me so much hornier.
Soon enough though the bra was off and I slowly began kissing my way down from her mouth to her neck, eventually finding my way down to her bare breasts. Eventually I moved my way on down her torso, across her very nice abs and to her crotch. She stopped me as I began to unbutton her black jeans. "Not here," she said.
She led me up the stairs, still topless and disappeared into her bedroom. I followed, diligently avoiding glancing into the room next to hers, which from the peripheral view of a bunk bed certainly belonged to her kids.
She didn't so much fall onto the bed as she did pull me onto it on top of her. I resumed where I was on the couch and began unbuttoning her pants. Her panties matched the bra which had been left downstairs, but quickly came off with her pants.
My mouth began exploring. I was not exactly experienced at this, but I did my best. Eventually my tongue found a little know that made Lana moan, which I had to assume to be her clit. I continued flicking my tongue back and forth against it, starting slow occasionally pressing down, occasionally backing off. Eventually I found my rhythm if my tongue did eventually start getting tired.
"Fuck me," she said. She hadn't climaxed yet, but I wasn't about to argue.
"Protection?" I asked. I did not want to risk anything given the circumstances.
"I'm on the pill, and clean now get your ass over here and fuck me."
I lined myself up at her entrance, holding off for a second, wanting to feel her squirm under me. Instead, she grabbed my hips and pulled me into her. It was almost violent, but the way she moaned I could tell she enjoyed it. I picked up the pace and began moving in and out.
Her moans quickened and became louder. I moved in to begin kissing her again and she kissed me back, frantically this time. Her breasts pressed up against my chest as I moved, pace quickening slightly.
"Harder, but don't you dare cum yet." Very well, I continued even harder this time. What were moans before transformed into short gasps and whimpers. I could feel her tightening around me as she finally screamed once and came.
I found myself internally reciting the lord's prayer in an attempt to hold myself back. Sure it was probably sacrilege but it did the trick. By some miracle I managed to hold back from cumming. She pressed a hand against my chest and I backed out. I really wanted to cum, but I also really didn't want to disappoint her. I also knew that once I came I was going to be a lot more rational and screw that noise.
She stood up and walked towards her closet. She walked like a woman who had just got fucked, but she walked with purpose. She reached her hand up to the top of her closet and pulled down a shoebox, which contained a strap-on penis and a bottle of lube. I could kind of sympathize with her husband not being into it, the damned thing was huge.
My cock was not exactly unimpressive, and it sure as hell did the job for her, but the strap-on was bigger. It wasn't exactly insane, or insurmountable, but it had me beat by at least two inches in length and a half inch in girth. She put the harness around herself and in an amount of time that had to be practiced she had a large, impressive cock sticking out of her hips.
She sat me down on the bed, and gently pushed me until I was on my back. She knelt down and instead of taking my cock into her mouth, she instead began tonguing my ass. She didn't even touch my cock. Being as horny as I was I nearly succumbed to temptation but she pushed my hand away from my own cock, bidding me to focus on the pleasure coming from the rimjob she was giving me.
After a while of getting me to relax my asshole she pulled out her bottle of lube and began applying it to my asshole, working around before eventually sticking a finger inside me. It started off as just one knuckle, going inside before traveling around the outside, then two knuckles, then her whole finger.
Finally she stuck a second finger in and the discomfort started. No pain, but discomfort. I gasped and she slowed her pace, returning to one finger. She added a second again and this time it felt natural.
