A Cougar Tamed in Mexico
written by:
bareftnit

I was feeling like such a slut, but I was having so much fun. Since I had started going through my divorce I had not dated. Most of the time it was by choice so that I did not jeopardize my case, but there seemed to be a lot fewer of those choices than there once was. Until I came to Mexico, I had begun to question my sexuality though I still considered myself in great shape. I do yoga four times a week, you can still see my abdominal muscles, even if the skin covering them isn't as tight, and my C cup titties are firm with no sag thanks to a quite talented surgeon. I hate my ass. I think that it is too skinny, but it still seems to get its fair share of compliments and approving stares.

In Mexico, however, I was able let loose and finally enjoy myself, and in the process get my confidence back. The world is my oyster and I keep finding pearls, which for some odd reason makes me feel the need to mention that my clit is pierced. It has been since I was 19, so half of my life now. I have had other women that have done it to say that it makes their clit more sensitive. After having mine pierced for 19 years, I think they are looking at it wrong. Instead, I just think it allows those sensations to reach the hidden areas that are not assessable to those without the piercing.

Anyhow, in my first five days here I have slept with four people, two women and two men. Well,I am not sure who I am kidding? There has not been that much sleep. I have fucked, sucked, eaten and played with them. I have gotten cum in all three holes and returned the favor. In case you have not read about any of my previous exploits from this week, I am a squirter so I have literally sprayed cum on cocks, on faces, and across pussies. To sum it all up, it has been a fantastic week and I still have two days left.

If things go right tonight then I will add two more men to my weekly total. Of course, if things go badly, I will still probably add one hot young stud to my total. I guess for tonight you can call me a cougar. I think that Sam and John, the two buff, college kids, we met this afternoon are actually attracted by my age. I had considered lightening my natural auburn hair before my trip but decided to add some brown to it instead. I am really glad now since I think Sam and John are tired of all of the bleach blond airhead college girls that they are used to.

John seems moderately interested in me and he is gorgeous. He has sandy blond hair and is about 6 ft tall. He is slim, but well muscled, so even though he is not overly big, every body part looks like it is carved out of granite. His high cheek bones seem to frame his grayish-blue eyes, or maybe it is just that he is always wearing a flawless smile which pushes his cheek bones up. Guess it doesn't matter, he is just plain HOT.

Sam, on the other hand, has a few more rough edges. That does not make him any less hot, though, and he really seems to have a thing for me. His forthright attraction to me, may actually have something to do with John not showing more interest, even though his eyes seem to say that he finds me sexy. I wish I could just tell them that they can both have me.

Getting back to Sam, he is only about 5'10. He is much bigger than John, but lacks the definition. He has dark brown hair and his two day beard gives him a rugged handsomeness, but it does nothing to hide his dimples. The dimples, coupled with his hazel eyes, softens that ruggedness, and just makes him adorable.

The other thing Sam appears to have is a really, really nice cock. The bathing suit he had on today looked to be a size too small but outlined his cock, beautifully, probably by design. More well hung gentlemen, need to follow his lead and show off what they have. I am not trying to say wear speedos. They just look creepy, but gentlemen, if you have it, flaunt it because we do look. Whether it is your muscles, your ass, or, as in this case, your package, we are going to check you out, even if many won't admit it.

As I wondered if the boys realized this, I started getting ready to meet them by doing a little touch up to my bikini area. I had it waxed just before coming down but I wanted to make sure that I was baby smooth for the night. Next I chose a little blue and white sundress that only came down to about mid thigh. The real struggle was trying to figure out whether to wear panties. I didn't really want to but someone was sure to get flashed, as short as the dress was, without them. I, finally, decided to put on a pair of light blue thongs that I had brought. I could always take them off and stick them in my purse later. Even in the tiny purse I was taking, they would not take up much room. Of course, that was the only underwear I had on since I would be going braless like I quite often do.

Once I was dressed, I kissed Erik and Becky, who were sitting by the pool, and headed off to meet Sam and John at Senor Frogs. As I started to walk away, Becky lifted up my dress and laughed telling Erik, "I win. Now it is time to pay up." I am sure that it was a bet on whether or not I was wearing underwear, and I am sure that the stakes were sexual. Just before I went around the corner, I looked to see them going into the cabana. I couldn't help but wonder if my sexual gamble would pay off. I could have played it safe, turned around and joined Erik and Becky, but I really wanted to experience as much as I could before I had to return to the real world. I kept going, willing to bet that there was a college stud in my future, and if things went right maybe two.

Senor Frogs would not have been my first choice but Sam and John were down on Spring Break and were wanting to party with the other college kids that were sure to be there. All of the college kids were what I was not particularly interested in, but I did want to dance and I was on the prowl for my nice college stud. If Senor Frogs is what they wanted then, that is where we would go and I would hope that I was not too out of place.

We had arranged to meet at the ferry terminal next door to the club since there were several benches but they would be mostly unused since the terminal had closed for the day. I had a four or five block walk and spent most of it wondering if Sam and John would actually be there. I would be mortified if I had to walk back embarrassed from being stood up and probably interrupt Becky and Erik. I eventually decided that if they were not there that I would go back to Manny's and soften my embarrassment with some more tequila, rather than bust in on my friends.

I walked to the beach through the park with its giant statues commemorating the roll over of the Mayan calendar and thought about how sexy the man and the woman both looked. Both of the models would have been young vibrant people. Were they descendants that might have been mildly disappointed that their ancestors had not correctly predicted the end of the world? How disappointed would I be if my two young men with their model-like bodies were not there? I was extremely nervous but the prospect of a great night kept me going.

When I got within a block, of the ferry I could see that Sam and John were not waiting out front. I cussed myself for ever thinking that these college guys could be interested in me with a teenage son closer to their age than I was. I considered turning around and heading to Manny's, but managed to make myself keep walking, reasoning that maybe they were running even later than I was. I can't tell you how relieved I was when I turned the corner and saw them in the alley way between the ferry and Senor Frogs.

John was sitting on the bench, leaned over with his hands grabbing the edge. He was wearing some navy athletic shorts and a white tank top with something printed on it. I was not close enough to see yet, but I knew that it would do a good job of showing off his toned, bronze body.

Sam, on the other hand, was standing on the bench looking at the ocean, but he looked like he was getting ready to hit the links. He was wearing khaki golf shorts with a red golf shirt. His white sneakers with little ankle length socks finished out the outfit. His attire was a sharp contrast to John who was wearing flip flops and looked more like he was getting ready to catch some waves.

Once I saw them, my pace slowed and I almost felt like I was blending in with the other people strolling around. My approach seemed covert to the point that I thought that maybe I still subconsciously worried that they might run off if they saw me before I got to close. I was, actually, within 30 feet before John spotted me. He hit Sam in the leg, announcing, "She's here," followed by the address of "Loverboy," unless my ears deceived me.

I smiled, considering that the remark may have had something to do with me, and seemed to instantly forget about all of the doubts that I had had only moments ago. Sam turned and a smile took over his face as well, displaying his sexy little dimples. He jumped off of the bench and landed with a bounce which gave me a little bounce for my last few steps before I got to them.

"You ready?" I asked as I strode up.

"I am now," Sam replied, giving me a disappointing peck on the cheek. However, when he put his arm around me and pulled me tight to his side, I relaxed thinking that I had definitely made the right decision to come out.

It was still early by college standards. The bar was busy but it was not overly crowded yet. I was also pleasantly surprised that, although it was largely a college crowd, I was not the only thirty something in the place. I might be at the upper end of that designation, but I look much younger.

We were able to find a table where Sam pulled out my chair, and politely asked me did I mind him leaving me with John while he went to get us drinks. I suppressed a giggle at his chivalry, and told him, "Thanks, that will be fine."

As Sam disappeared into the crowd to get us drinks, John said, "I sure hope you are going to give him some tonight. The poor boy has been running around like it is his first date."

I was a little surprised at John's forwardness, but the wheels started turning thinking about Sam. "That's sweet. Does he really like me?" I inquired.

"Yeah," John said while rolling his eyes. The tone left me unsure whether John questioned why Sam liked me or just to the degree he did. I became curious to John's opinion of me, but the more pressing matter was of Sam. I was attracted to him, but I just wanted to use him for his body. With everything I had going on at home, I could not afford a boyfriend, especially one fifteen years younger from another state.

I gazed in the direction of the bar, and even though, I did not see Sam, the picture of him jumping off the bench smiling began replaying in my mind. I glanced back at John, but my eyes darted back and forth to the bar, while I tried to assess the situation while watching for Sam's return. "Look, I just want to have some fun. He is not going to be hurt when I head home in a couple of days is he?"

John smiled since I had basically told him that yes ‘I planned on giving Sam some' without outright saying it. "I think he will be alright. He's just shy," he finally answered. I wanted to learn more about what I was getting into but the crowd parted with Sam precariously carrying our three drinks. It was not necessarily is grip on them that was questionable, but he had them all pressed together between his large hands and his elbows were sticking straight out. I was surprised and relieved when he made it to the table without anyone hitting an elbow and giving new meaning to mixed drinks.

The night went quickly and we had a lot of fun. I managed to get Sam on the dance floor enough to keep me happy. It probably did not hurt that the first trip was spent relentlessly rubbing my ass into his crotch before sneaking my hand up the leg of his shorts to check on the state of things. It was not completely hard, but it had come to life enough that I calmed things down for a few minutes so that we could leave the dance floor without embarrassing him.

Throughout the night, I met Sam and John's "friends". They had come down alone but evidently had been regulars at Senor Frogs and had met several people that had done the same. Sam was not very outgoing, but held his end up very well when the conversation came to him. There would never be a lack of it when he was around John, who seemed to make friends with everybody his humor and vibrant personality.

About halfway through the night, a very nice looking brunette named Paige attached herself to John's arm. As I admired her beauty, my bisexuality that had been reawakened this week began to come out. She had a cute little nose, a bright smile and sexy brown eyes. It was her body, however, that was making the little thong I wore damp. It was perfect. She was wearing a tight little Arizona State t-shirt that showed off what looked to be a nice firm set of C cup breasts. She was wearing a bra, and I found myself hoping that I could see if it was doing any false advertising for her titties. Her ass, amazingly, was even better. It flared out from her tiny hips and then circled around before coming back together in an inverse "V", and was framed perfectly in the tight white shorts she was wearing. They were tight enough to reveal that she was the opposite of me, only wearing a bra, unless there was a thong wedged uncomfortably deep into her crevices.

As the night wore on, I was tempted to find out if Paige might also be into women, making a fourway possible. She appeared to make a few critical glances at some of the hotter girls in the club, and I even thought that I caught her checking me out once or twice. Of course, I had already gambled on the evening and the previous nights were wearing on me. At about 1:00, I decided to convince Sam it was time to go with a few suggested touches.

We said our goodbye's and headed out the door with Sam again pulling me close to his side. We walked south towards Sam's room and made small talk about our normal lives that I don't think either of us were concerned with. Since Sam was holding me tight, my arms were somewhat confined to the front of us so my hand wandered to his inner thigh. I was excited by the fact that his cock seemed to respond every time my hand wandered upward, but I behaved for the most part not wanting to slow our pace because of a hard on. I even controlled myself when we passed a dimly lit wooded area with a couple of park benches at the edge of it. I would have loved to have fucked him right there with the chance of anyone walking by, but I didn't want to scare him off if he was on the shy side.

When we arrived at Sam's room I was pleasantly surprised. It was a nice little one bedroom condo with a great view of the beach from the balcony. There were a few empty beer cans on the counter and the couch had a pillow and a blanket on it where one of them had slept. Of course what would you expect out a couple of college guys. There was also a bottle of Cuervo on the counter, but the large bottle of Jager is what really caught my eye.

"Sorry for the mess," Sam said timidly. I was about to say "no big deal" when Sam abruptly turned me and kissed me. I felt like a bone that a dog was attacking, so I pulled back while putting my left arm around him. He looked like a hurt little kid when I looked into his eyes. After a quick kiss, to put a smile back on his face and bring those wonderful dimples out, I pulled back again and put my finger on his chin.

"Sam, I'm not going anywhere. Relax and we will have a long night of sex." I couldn't help but grin when that statement produced a smile that went from ear to ear. I grabbed his shirt and started pulling it over his head so that I could kiss his bare chest. A tingle went through me as I was faced with his large, muscular, bare body. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and my hands seemed to start trying undoing his pants on their own. I felt my sundress being pulled up from the back as well. With Sam's pants unfastened I dropped them to the floor and stood with my hands over my head so that he could remove the dress. As the dress slid over my head I looked down and saw a light blue pair of boxer briefs with something large trying to get free.

It took all of my self control not to fall to my knees and attack Sam's cock the way he had my mouth only moments before. Instead I looked into his eyes and said, "Of course I want to have a llooonngg night of sex," extending out long for emphasis. I was not sure if I was trying tell Sam my hopes, or just trying to convince myself to slow down and not rush.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" Sam asked.

"So the bedroom is yours?" I replied answering a question with a question.

"Well, it goes to whoever brings home a girl, first. So far I have had the couch." Sam said with a touch of embarrassment.

"I like the couch," I told him as I took him by the hand and led him over to it. It was primarily pale blue and had some God awful flowerdy print on it, but I liked the function. With the back and arms a couch gives you all kinds of levels and surfaces to be bent over or fucked against. You can lay down, sit up, or kneel over them so that there is much more variety than a bed.

When I got Sam to the couch, I turned him so that his back was to it, and kissed him while I hooked my thumbs in his underwear. He gave a half-hearted protest, asking "What if John comes home?" but became quiet when I sank to my knees, while I pulling his boxers to the floor with me.

I would have been surprised had his bathing suit earlier not given a preview to what he was packing. I still had to take a moment to admire his wonderful cock up close though. His large cock fit well with his large frame and he was shaved which I have heard makes it look even bigger. I have not ever been fortunate enough to witness the before and after so I'll just have to take their word. Sam's cock was not even completely hard as I took it in my hand, but it was already an impressive 8 inches or so and very thick to match the rest of Sam.

I stroked slowly along the shaft while I took only the head between my lips to examine it with my mouth. I ran my tongue across the tip, tasting his precum and felt it twitch. Then as I ran my lips back and forth along the edge of the head I could feel it grow and become solid in my mouth. My fascination forced me to take it out so that I could examine it and admire it, again.

It was to full length now, probably about 9 inches, but his large balls still hung slack. I knew I was going to love being fucked doggystyle by Sam. Most guys have balls that tighten up when they get hard. Sam's, however, would sway and slap against my clit and clit ring when he fucked me from behind. Of course, I knew that his thick dick was going to feel great regardless of what position we were fucking in.

I ran my thumb across the purplish-red head and thought about how much softer it was than the rock hard shaft. It mushroomed out at least a quarter inch all the way around the shaft and would feel exquisite rubbing against my inner walls. The first inch or so below the crown was much darker than the rest of the shaft, almost the color of the head. The veins were much darker and more visible as well, however the ones that could be seen lower on the shaft were much larger and protruded farther giving this gorgeous phallus more texture.

I realized that I must have gotten obsessed with my examination when I felt Sam's hands on my shoulders gently pressing me back down. That was OK, since I was ready to examine the feel of it rather than the appearance, anyhow. I slowly slid my lips over the bulbous head, not stopping there this time. I still did not try to take it deep into my throat instead I stopped about halfway down where my hand was wrapped around the base, and the point that I could take with little resistance. Now that I had things gaged, I began sliding my mouth up and down Sam's cock as quickly as I could. My hand also pumped his cock both up and around the base while my mouth worked on the top half.

Sam must have been enjoying himself. I could see his large arms out of the corner of my eye, tense and stiff pressing against the edge of the couch. I could also feel him twisting from side to side as he obviously tried to either push towards or hold back from an impending orgasm. I definitely wanted to taste his seed, but I was in no hurry, so I, once again, slowed my pace. Since I was no longer bouncing up and down his shaft, I could now take a substantial amount down my throat. I could feel Sam relax as I slid my lips to within a few inches of taking it all and just held it there. I heard him groan as I removed just enough of his cock so that I could swirl my tongue around the head before taking him back down my throat again.

Now I was enjoying examining the feel of Sam's cock in my mouth. In addition to being long it was very thick. It was thicker than Erik's fat cock, and even thicker than Paul's monster, though not as long. Though it sounds like a contradiction, I loved having to work hard to relax my jaw so that I my mouth could stretch and I could swallow as much of him as possible. His thick shaft pressed tightly against my mouth so that I could feel each of the protruding veins as they slid through my lips. My gag reflex hit sooner than normal, and I had to work harder to get past it, but I steadily worked more of Sam's cock into my throat. However, as hard as I tried, I could not touch my nose to that smoothly shaved pelvis in front of me.

I hated to give up on trying to take Sam's whole cock, but it was just too thick and I was certainly ready to taste his cum. Since I had him close early, I returned to the fast pace that seemed to turn him on. It seemed like it took only moments before he began bucking his hips and moaning "Oh God, I am going to cum." For some girls that might be a signal to remove the guy's dick from their mouth, but for me it is a signal to work even harder. When I grabbed his balls and began massaging them, I felt them tense and was rewarded with his warm sperm filling my mouth.

I assumed that as shy as Sam was that he would not want a kiss right after I swallowed a mouthful of his cum. I love to taste mine, but I guess I understand it being different with guys. Instead I gently sucked on his big beautiful balls, and then looked up into those dimples telling him, "A shot of Jager and then it is your turn." Since his softening cock was still leaking cum, I gave it a good suck to get all that I could and then hopped to my feet.

"That was great," Sam said, as I pulled him up. When he stood, I gazed at his body and became aware of my wetness. I knew I would be after giving head, but there was an extra tingle down below as I took in all of Sam's young, muscular, and most importantly, nude body for the first time. He looked like a Greek statue except there was a large shaved cock instead of some little scrawled phallus. If Sam's cock felt half as good in my pussy as it did in my mouth, then I would be in for countless orgasms before the night is over.

As I rummaged through the cabinets to find a couple of glasses for the Jager, I noticed that Sam stood close to the counter and held his hands awkwardly in front of him, apparently uncomfortable with his nakedness. I was not sure which to be more amused by, the fact that I had just sucked him off and he was still embarrassed or that he was hiding what nearly any other man would have been proud to show off.

When I had to stand on my toes to grab a couple of glasses from the cabinet, I realized that I still had my panties on. As I sat the two glasses I had found down on the counter, I wondered if the flimsy difference in attire of my thong could be part of the reason Sam was hiding his beautiful cock. They hid next to none of my ass and little more than the slit of my pussy, but John had said that Sam was quite shy. "Would you like for me to get rid of my thong?" I asked.

"That would be great," Sam eagerly replied.

"I was getting ready to pour our shots. Do you think that you could be a gentleman and take them off for me while I do that?" I asked, as I leaned over the counter more than necessary and shook my ass. Sam looked like a kid who had just been told he could open his Christmas presents early. He quickly moved in behind me but he impressively did not just rip them down. Instead, he leaned in and kissed the side of my neck, while sticking his hands inside the strings coming around the sides. My hand visibly shook as he sucked on the tender part of my neck, one of my weak spots, and I regrettably spilled part of the Jager while I poured. If it had been moments later, when he moved his hands around and ran them down my ass and the inside of my thighs bringing my panties down with them, I would have spilled the whole damn bottle.

He had me on fire and when he stood back up I could feel that he had come back to life as well. Most of the evening, Sam had been a bumbling young stud, that had gotten me to this point with the sweetness of his naivety and raw physical sexuality. Now, it was me that was clumsy and desperately trying to regroup. I handed Sam one of the shots and it was all that I could get out to toast, "Here's to Mexico," before downing the liqueur.

I had hoped that the alcohol would take the edge off, but I felt, even more, like an awkward teenager when Sam said that he did not want his shot from a glass and began leading me back to the couch. I just fell into the seat as he sat the shot on the floor, giddy with anticipation. I was so wet that I felt a drop of moisture run down the inside of my thigh as I sank back into the couch.

Sam sank to his knees at the same time, and my knees just seemed to part on their own. Still Sam was in no hurry which aroused me even further. He peered up at me with his hazel eyes and smiled while he rubbed my legs with his large hands. His gaze turned into a stare and I found myself pushing his head downward in my impatience. I shuddered and thought I might cum on the spot when his tongue flicked across my clitoris. He did not continue with his tongue, however. Sam blew across my clit and rubbed his hands down my thighs and around to my ass, which sent me arching my back in an effort to force real contact with my sex.

My eyes closed as I squirmed, so I felt the cool liquid running through my pussy before I saw Sam pouring the Jagermeister across me. When his tongue dipped deep inside me, I came for the first time of the night and could not remember cumming so quickly with so little physical stimulation. It would not be the last time even at the work of his tongue. Sam remained patient, prying between my lips with his tongue rather than rushing to my clit, thereby giving me a chance to recover. I was amazed that this man, that could easily rely on his cock to please women, seemed to be completely in tune to my sexual needs, and an expert at cunnilingus.

When I thought I was about to recover my senses, Sam, on cue, switched his attention to my clit, sending me reeling again. When the sucking and nibbling on my clitoris and clit ring began to be too much, Sam adeptly changed pace, teasing my outer lips and inner thighs with light kisses. Every time I was overstimulated or understimulated, Sam would change up causing the pressure to build and build deep inside me. Finally, when he stuck his fingers in me to massage my inner walls while he sucked on my clit, I could take no more. I screamed in ecstasy while my body exploded. I squirted cum all over his face, and even though it obviously surprised him, Sam continued to perfectly time his oral assault to get the most out of my orgasm without taking things too far.

"That was awesome," Sam said excitedly, as he rose to his knees. I was completely drained, but I still managed a smile of contentment and relief that he was not put off by my squirting orgasm. Many are offended when I squirt, thinking that I am urinating, but Sam was proving to be much more sexually mature than I would have ever expected.

I have always been of the opinion that you can tell a man likes eating pussy when he is hard after he finishes, and when I was recovering, I looked down to find Sam was hard as a rock. He still did not rush me, but crawled up beside me on the couch. I wanted to reward him for his performance thus far, and since he had satisfied me so completely, I did not want him to have to wait. Of course, I also wanted to feel what it would feel like to have his big, thick cock inside me as well.

I kissed Sam lightly and swirled my tongue between his lips, enjoying the taste of myself on his face. I grabbed his cock and admired the fact that my fingers would not wrap all the way around it. Then as I spun to face and straddle him, I began to tease so that I could give myself time to recover. I rubbed the massive head thru my lips, but pressed his cock against his tight abs instead of impaling myself on it like much of myself wanted to do. My pussy spread across his wide shaft and my clit tingled with the friction while I pressed myself hard against his cock. My clit ring ground against his shaft which electrified the hidden nerves within me as well, and made it even harder to exercise some self-control.

Sam groaned with disappointment while I teased, but there was a wide smile that seemed to say that he knew I would not be able to resist putting his cock deep within me for long. He might have been shy and even a little naïve, but I am sure that he had some idea of the effect his tool had on women. He put his hands on my hips, and when I ran the head through my pussy lips again, he gently pulled me down helping me to achieve what I really wanted.

I gasped as my pussy expanded to take in half of Sam with the initial thrust. I have been fortunate enough to be with several large men and would not consider myself tight, but I seemed to feel every ridge and vein pushing against my inner walls, as Sam fucked me. When my pussy refused to take any more of his invading projectile, I rose up slightly then again pushed downward. My body continued to reject the invasion, but I pushed harder with every stroke desperate to feel more of Sam's cock deep in my recesses.

I gained a couple of more inches, but was still far from taking it all when we heard the lock click and the door open. My first instinct was to stop, but I had been fighting my body's instincts for several minutes now. Barring the appearance of a gun toting burglar, I was going to continue to fight towards my goal of taking as much of Sam's cock as possible. Of course the intruders were only John and Paige, so I just continued to fuck Sam as if no one was there. "Oh Shit," Paige gasped when she was far enough into the room to see what was going on.

I could hear them coming closer, but my head was laying on Sam's chest and my mind was on his cock. "Damn, she has a nice body, doesn't she?" I heard Paige ask John.

I was not the least bit offended when he answered "The second best in the room," as I remembered the attractiveness of Paige.

I expected them to continue into the bedroom, but I can't say that I was surprised when I felt a soft, feminine hand reach around and cup my breast. "Don't listen to him. You're gorgeous," Paige whispered. Then as her other hand brushed my ass on the way to Sam's balls, she softly asked "It feels really big. Can I see it?" I was not really anxious to give up my new toy. Thus far I was more than a little frustrated that I had neither been able to take all of Sam down my throat or in my pussy. Neither is generally a problem, and I hated to give up my efforts, but I was certainly open to this truly gorgeous, young vixen joining in. I slowly eased myself off of Sam and there was a wet pufft as his cock popped free.

I rolled over onto the couch next to him, and watched while Paige stroked Sam's cock. "Nice," she said, almost to herself as she examined it carefully. She seemed to have completely forgotten her escort until John spoke up. "Can we go to the bedroom, now?" His irritation at Paige's delay was unbecoming, and a stark contrast to his earlier, exuberant personality, but was certainly understandable.

"Don't be jealous. We'll get there in a minute," she said, and then she turned her attention from Sam to my pussy. I had been captivated by her brown eyes as they stared at Sam's cock, but my eyes moved down to her erect nipples when her gaze switched to me. My legs were wide open with my right leg draped across Sam's knee. When Paige's index finger flicked across my clit ring, I realized that my pussy was gaped open, as well. "So this is what that thing will do to you. It must feel exquisite," Paige observed, while her fingers traced their way around my well-spread lips.

All I could do was manage a nod. I silently hoped that she would undress and join us, but I was not unhappy when she turned around leaving me with Sam's big dick all to myself. I wondered again, if she might hang around when she paused to pull her shirt over her head, but instead, she walked into John's waiting arms, and her mouth found his while her hand found the inside of John's shorts. Their escapades only made me hornier. Paige had gotten me to pull off of Sam's cock, gotten me worked up, and then left me sitting there with an empty feeling both literally and figuratively. I might have been upset had she not left me even wetter than before with Sam's giant pole still beside me to fulfill my desires.

With an increased desire to feel all of Sam's cock, I slid back into Sam's lap, this time facing away from him and fed his cock back in. I may have felt wetter than before, but the break still had done nothing to help me push deeper onto Sam. Though it had sat there parted, my pussy obviously had contracted closer to normal proportions without Sam's sex wedged deep within it. I thought I might have a sexy young couple to watch, excite me, and spur me on but Paige turned and waved while she backed into the bedroom, pulling John in behind her. My brief look of her untethered titties revealed that they were perfect. They were large C cups with silver dollar sized nipples that gave every indication that they were all natural.

As Paige and John disappeared into the bedroom, I was left once again with the frustrating dilemma of still being unable to use Sam to satisfy myself. I put it that way because Sam had done an excellent job of taking care of me when he was kneeling between my legs and in control. Now I was in charge, and pardon the pun, but falling short. I tried to force myself down onto Sam's tree trunk size cock, but the only thing I produced was discomfort, as it appeared to have gone as deep as it would go. I repeatedly slid down Sam's shaft, and every time came up frustrated and unsatisfied.

Even though we could not see Paige and John in the bedroom, we could certainly hear them. Maybe I should really say that we could hear Paige. Except for a short period of time when I am guessing that Paige's mouth was full, the bedroom had quickly become a constant source of her moans and progressively dirtier talk. One minute she was telling John how hard she was going to fuck him, the next she was giving compliments on how well he was fucking her, and with every new remark my imagination went wilder. When I laid back against Sam to ask him if he was as turned on by them as I was, the shy young man from earlier surprised me when he replied, "I think we should give them a run for their money."

As I climbed off of Sam and stood up, I was a little disappointed, not in Sam, not in the sex or the night in general, but in my body. Try as I did, I had not been able to take all of Sam and I really wanted to feel him deep in my womb. I had been stretched beyond anything in recent memory, or as far as that goes, in distant memory either. He had been deeper than the average man could ever go, but it was the length unconquered that I wanted to feel. I quietly reflected on Paul, as I waited for Sam to stand, and decided that my body must be better equipped to handle length rather than width. Paul after all had been longer than Sam, and I was able to take everything he had.

When Sam stood and took my hand, I chastised myself for having such an attitude. After all, this young man had surprised me with his oral talents and given me an orgasm or should I say orgasms that I would not soon forget. He had also been understanding and allowed me to set the pace while I recovered while I felt every bump and ridge along his cock like I had never before done. There had also been the young lady in the next room that had stroked my ego, as well as, briefly my pussy. She had called me gorgeous, and complimented my body, even though hers was second to none. I, inwardly, yelled at myself, saying, "You ARE going to enjoy everything you have been given." At the same time the deep recesses, the untouched recesses, were yelling that they wanted more.

Suddenly, I felt Sam's lips on my neck, and my trance was temporarily broken. Either by luck or careful observation from earlier, he had found one of the most sensitive parts of my body, one of the parts with a nerve that runs straight to my pussy. "I AM going to enjoy myself," I repeated silently.

Sam turned me, wrapped his powerful arms around me, and gently rubbed my ass. I felt safe and secure with his large frame wrapped around me but a singular thought was stuck in my head like an unwanted song. "Why can't you take all of Sam's cock?" I told myself once again, "I am going to enjoy myself," as if I said it enough, it would dispel my other aggravations. "Are you OK?" I heard from a voice that seemed oddly distant.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" I managed to sputter out.

"Well, you just seem to have your mind somewhere else." Sam replied.

At least the voice, was right in front of me again. "Yeah, I was just listening to John and Paige, and wondering what they were doing." It had been in my thoughts, even if not in the more recent ones, but was a good excuse for my aloofness.

Sam seemed to accept it, saying, "I know. Paige is hot isn't she," before lowering his lips to mine. His head cocked slightly, and his mouth covered mine. His tongue parted my lips and but did not go much further, as his tongue swirled around mine. The kiss had been as great as the rest of the night. It probably would have lasted much longer, but both of us stopped when we heard Paige yell, "Oh God! Your cock feels so Fucking good inside me!" Sam and I looked at each other and smiled. His dimples seemed especially deep and his hazel eyes seemed to sparkle as if his mind was working as much as his body. He stepped towards me and I instinctively stepped back. Another step and I went back again like he was leading me in a musicless dance. Before I knew it, I was backed up against the counter that separated the kitchen and the living room.

Just as quickly, I found myself turned around with my breasts pushed against the granite. The counter was cool and my nipples became erect. Then I felt the thick head of Sam's cock being pulled up between my lower lips and they poked out even more. I bit my lower lip as he slowly pushed into me. Once again, I was stretched to the hilt, as he worked his marvelous tool in and out of me. It felt great, but I was guessing that I was still only being fucked with a little more than half of it. "I am going to enjoy myself."

During all of this, my head had been turned towards the side wall of the room. When I heard Paige scream "Damn it, you are going to make me cum!" I turned my head to the other side. I found myself looking straight into the bedroom at Paige riding John for all that she was worth. Her hands were on his chest and there was a wet smack every time she slammed down against him.

They were situated so that if we had been on a clock, we would have been on the four, watching them where the hands met. Instead, it was their bodies that met at a furious pace, again and again. As I listened to the smack, smack, smack, I focused on Paige's wonderful ass. It rose and fell only a few inches. Through the part in her ass, I could see John's cock as it slid in and out. If anything, it looked slender. The beginning and end of each stroke met when Paige settled all of the way down to John's balls, where the piston that was powering Paige's desire was fully engaged. I examined John's balls from a distance, and they appeared to be normal size, drawn tight to the underside of his dick by a wrinkled scrotum.

Another moan and my attention turned to the face of Paige. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. With every smack when their bodies slammed together, and every smack that signaled that the piston in the engine pushing her to orgasm was beginning another cycle, her head would bounce again, and again. I looked at her mouth. It hung open, and her jaw seemed to bounce with each smack as well. It was as if all of her strength and all of her energy was being used to fuck John, and left none for her neck to steady her head or strengthen her jaw.

As Paige's mouth closed and a drawn out, "Uuuuuuuh," escaped her lips, my ears tuned in. There was no longer any talking or maybe I should say screaming. The engine from her orgasm machine had warmed up, and the exhaust was only drawn out, monosyllabic vowel sounds. With increasing volume, the uh's, ah's, and oh's indicated that the engine would soon blow. Finally, she screamed, "Oh shit!" and slammed down onto John for the last time. The orgasm machine seized up and her pussy clenched around the piston.

When Paige collapsed against John's chest, the scene began to blur. I still looked into the room, but my sense of touch overpowered my senses of sight and sound. I felt my boobs and abdomen push back and forth against the cool granite, and I thought about the orgasm that I had just witnessed. It was intense and complete, and her face testified that it had not been faked. And it had been produced by from all visual indications was an average dick. It was slender, the balls were normal, and the strokes were if anything short.

I was amazed that I was being fucked by what that average cock could have only hoped to resemble from the projection in some odd fun house mirror. I was amused that this circus cock had not satisfied me moments before. I no longer chastised myself. "I AM going to enjoy this cock." I relished the feeling of it sliding in and out. I noticed the feeling of the head as it pushed my walls apart for the thick shaft to follow. I felt the crown as it pushed deeper and deeper into me. I could feel that this shaft was not truly round. The top was rounded but the bottom finished with a ridge that was like a rounded "V". That ridge was harder than the rest of this cock and it pushed against my clit as Sam fucked me from behind. And most importantly, right now, that same ridge pressed against the sensitive part of my inner wall that I concentrate on when I play with myself. The large circumference of Sam's cock pulled that area tight against that ridge but a deeper more satisfying spot was reached than I could get to with my fingers.

Every part of my part of my body burned with desire. It seemed like Sam picked up the pace, but I was so in tune with my "inner feelings" that I really am not sure. All I knew was that Sam was fucking the hell out of me and I was enjoying every bit of it. I pushed my arm down between my legs and felt my clit. It felt 5 degrees hotter than the rest of my body, and was tingling so hard it almost seemed to be vibrating on its own.

Then I felt it, Sam's balls hit my hand. I had lost track of how deep he was and had not noticed that tremendous cock going deeper and deeper. His balls bounced against my hand again and again, and now I could feel that there were parts of me that had not been privy to the sensations of Sam's cock before that were now on fire as well. I still turned my hand over to make sure that I was not dreaming. I had been so desperate to be filled with Sam's cock that maybe my mind was lying to me. My fingers lightly caressed Sam's balls. His sac was surprisingly soft and they still hung loosely underneath his marvelous cock. They had been swaying freely until captured by my hand, so I released them to again swing free.

Finally, I felt them slap against my clit as I pulled my arm back up under my chest. I considered playing with my nipple, but when his balls bounced against my clit again I gasped and decided to just enjoy what I had. "Holy shit, AM I enjoying myself," I thought. I wanted to scream, but every time Sam's balls banged into my clit I drew in a deeper breath, and the hits were coming with such succession that I barely had time to exhale much less scream.

Suddenly, I felt Sam shooting a river of cum deep inside me. It felt incredible, but my body and mind were in a panic that it might be over. "Please don't stop!" I begged. "Please," I repeated as my voice trailed off in desperation. I was so close. Sam slowed only briefly, before he continued his assault on my pussy. Sacrilegious or not, I thanked God for the stamina of this young stud. God had truly blessed him, and was now blessing me, as well.

I no longer felt his balls smacking my clit, but it was almost as if Sam's cock was being wedged even deeper into me with them drawn up from his orgasm and out of the way. With the completion of each stroke the ridge on the underside of this great tool pressed tightly into the most sensitive areas within my abdomen. It felt like I was plugged into an electrical socket, as the pressure within me continued to build. I could barely breathe and began to have concerns of passing out when my climax finally swept over me. I screamed trying to say, "Sam, you are a sexual masterpiece and I want to fuck you forever," but it just came out, "Ooooooh!" I bathed in wave after wave of pleasure as Sam continued to fuck me. This orgasm had not been as intense as the one while Sam was eating me, but it was longer lasting, deeper, and more satisfying just like Sam's cock.

The orgasm eventually subsided, and my breathing started returning to normal, as my body relaxed. Sam, then, with perfect timing like he had possessed most of the night, stopped and pulled out. I cursed the emptiness, but knew that physically that I could take no more.

A mixture of cum and my juices ran down my leg as I turned around, but I didn't care, especially, when Sam pulled me into his arms. I was enjoying the feeling of security, when Sam pulled me even closer for another perfect kiss, and I heard Paige yell from the bedroom, "Incredible. You are the sexiest woman I know." Strangely I was a little embarrassed to be reminded that there were others present. As much as I love group sex and as much as I love to perform for others, the total satisfaction that Sam had just given me had been an oddly personal experience. Sam and I turned to see John and Paige on their sides in a spooning position with John fucking her from behind which I assume was so that both could watch Sam as he pounded me.

Even in such an unflattering position they were a beautiful couple. Paige's tits were unbelievable. The fact that they sagged little to none, despite their great size, made me question the possibility of enhancement, but the big areola covering most of the front signaled that they were naturally large. Paige's abs were also impressive. It was John's, however, that made my pussy continue to lubricate itself even though the rest of my body told me that I was done. I am a sucker for a good set of abs, and it doesn't get any better than John's sexy stomach. Not only did every muscle show through in his "six pack", but you could see the striations throughout the muscles as well.

John and Paige were so gorgeous that seeing them fucking made me tempted to pull Sam in the bedroom and push him on the bed beside them. There was just no energy left. The massive orgasm that I had just experienced and the massive arms that held me tightly just made me want to cuddle, instead. I looked back up and stared directly into one of Sam's deep dimples as he continued to watch Paige and John. That sealed the deal. Cuddling would definitely win out.

I stood on my toes, kissed Sam's cheek, and then wiggled out of his arms to pull him to the sofa. It was one like many in vacation rentals that pulls out, so we trudged through the process of turning it into a bed. Since there was already a clean sheet on it and John's blanket and pillow were there from the night before, I was soon in a spooning position as well with Sam's arm wrapped around me. I pulled it into my chest and reflected that my quest for a "loooong night of sex" had failed, as had my attempt to deepthroat Sam. Now though, my attitude had changed and I did not care, because I still had thoroughly "enjoyed myself". As I lay there my thoughts soon faded and I quickly drifted off to sleep with dreams of "enjoying myself" more in the morning with some wonderful breakfast sex.

Which I did!