Cougars Don't Bite

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Years before the term "cougar" was coined, when I was a young twenty-something sales representative for a large corporation, two cougars treed me. I traveled the San Joaquin Valley in California and often stayed overnight in one of the many small cities along Interstate 99. The main industry was agriculture, but other big plants began to move into the valley, so I stayed busy.

One summer evening, after a hard day on the road, I pulled into a motel that wrapped itself around a restaurant and bar. It was in Merced, or perhaps Modesto, I really can't remember for sure. I was starving, so I opted for a quick dinner at the adjacent restaurant, probably a steak or a plate of pasta. I didn't even take time to change into casual attire.

After eating, I ducked into the bar for a cool drink. I sort of stood out, sitting at the bar in my blue suit, white shirt and tie. I was still on my first draft when two women entered the bar, looked around, then sat next to me at the bar. They were attractive, well dressed, and appeared to be in their forties. They ordered cocktails and began to chat between themselves.

I couldn't help but overhear them. The blonde-haired woman with curls and prominent breasts seemed anxious to hear all about the brunette's new car, and how she liked driving in such luxury. Evidently, the brunette's husband gave her a new Cadillac for her fortieth birthday a few days earlier. The brunette told her how sexy the leather seats felt "on my bottom" when she sat in it the first time. The blonde giggled and turned to me, slowly looking me up and down.

"Can you imagine how sexy real leather seats must feel when you're driving a brand new Cadillac?" she asked softly.

I shook my head. "No, Ma'am, I drive a company car and they don't provide leather seats," I chuckled.

The blonde laughed and turned to her friend. "Listen to him, Hazel; we're sitting here with a real gentleman."

Hazel looked past her friend and looked me over for the first time. "Hmm, I do think you're correct, Linda," she cooed. "A young, well-dressed gentleman to be sure," she added as she winked at her friend.

I shifted uncomfortably on my stool, unused to being appraised so openly. Linda, the blonde, turned toward me and her short dress slid up her legs a few inches.

"What's your name?" Linda asked abruptly.

"Ken," I replied. "I heard your names while you were talking before," I added. "Nice to meet you both."

"Well, Ken, have you spent much time in a Cadillac Deville," Linda asked.

I had to smile at her question. "Actually, I've never even sat in a Cadillac," I admitted.

"Did you hear that, Hazel?" Linda asked. "Can you imagine what he's missed?"

Hazel chuckled to herself. "No, I'm on my fourth Cadillac already and poor Ken has never even ridden in one. It doesn't seem fair, does it?"

Linda, of course agreed with Hazel. "Everyone should have the Cadillac experience," she assured her friend.

I felt embarrassed and began to wish I'd lied to the nice ladies. "I'll buy a luxury car one of these days, but the Ford I drive now comes with the territory."

Linda persisted. "Well, I think you should at least ride in one, just to see how it feels." she said as she turned to Hazel.

Hazel picked up the conversation. "We're not doing anything special, Linda. We could take Ken for a spin I guess, that is, if he wants to have a new and exciting experience."

"How about it, Ken?" Linda asked as she leaned against my arm. "Do you have time to take a little ride with us? We could drive over to our tasting room. It's not far from here."

I was torn by their invitation. I had a daily report to fill out and a proposal to draft, but the thought of riding in a brand new Cadillac was alluring. I stalled.

"You own a tasting room?" I asked Linda.

Linda smiled sweetly and I noticed the fragrance of her perfume and the large diamond on her finger. "Actually, we own a vineyard. We sell most of our grapes to the large wineries nearby, but we produce some wine under our own label also. We should run up to the tasting room so you can sample our merchandise," she replied as Hazel coughed politely.

"How long will it take?" I asked, still stalling and wondering what I might be getting into.

"Oh, it's only about ten miles, so it won't take us long to get there. The tasting room is closed, but I have a key, of course. Please let us show you what you've been missing."

I wasn't sure whether her words had a double meaning or not, but I felt that a ride in Hazel's new Cadillac would be worth an hour or so.

"I guess I can postpone my paperwork for a little while this evening," I replied. "I'm not much of a wine drinker, but I'm sure your wine will be very tasty."

Linda reached into her purse and laid a twenty-dollar bill on the bar. "That should cover all our drinks and a nice tip," she told the bartender as she slid off her stool. Her dress slid higher, revealing more firm thigh.

Hazel's shiny white Cadillac şişli escort (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/sisli-escort/) waited outside the bar. The three of us got into the front seat, with me in the middle. The aroma of new car and leather seats filled my senses. Along with the ladies perfume, it was somewhat intoxicating.

"On the way back," Linda said, "try the back seat. There's a lot more room back there."

I could feel the warmth of the two women through my suit trousers and I felt myself flush. Hazel backed out of the parking space and then she headed North on Highway 99. A few minutes later, she turned off the highway and followed several narrow lanes, then parked in front of a rustic sign that said, Tasting Room.

Linda opened the front door and turned on the lights. The room housed a long bar with numerous wine racks, several tables, and two couches.

"How did you like the ride?" Hazel asked as Linda moved behind the bar.

"It was very smooth and nice," I replied. "The aromas were intoxicating," I added.

"New cars make me horny," Hazel responded with a wink. "I think it's the manly smell of leather and the way the seats feel on my legs and bottom," she added.

Linda handed each of us a glass of cool red wine. "I'm the same way. My hubby's up in Napa on winery business. When Hazel told me she had a new Caddy and that her husband was in Chicago for a business conference, I couldn't resist her invitation for a girl's night out. We were both footloose and fancy free for a couple of days."

"Yes, my hubby is only interested in his farm and his investment portfolio these days," Hazel complained, "so I enjoy running with Linda and having some fun."

After another glass of wine, I was sitting on one of the couches with Hazel on one side and Linda on the other. Linda leaned on my arm, her ample breast soft against me, and her hand came to rest on my leg.

"Do you find Hazel attractive?" Linda asked conversationally as she softly squeezed my thigh.

Hazel leaned away slightly and smiled at me. I saw her chest rise and fall as she breathed deeply. It was impossible to avoid looking her over. As I gazed into Hazel's eyes, then surveyed her semi-prone figure, I felt my young manhood begin to grow. Hazel's top two blouse buttons had come undone somehow and her lacy white bra was showing. My mouth felt dry.

"Well, uh, yes, certainly," I stammered.

"You don't think she's old and wrinkled," Linda teased.

"No, not at all," I quickly assured them both.

"Hazel's forty now, but I'm older than she is," Linda announced. "Does my age turn you off, Ken?"

I shifted and turned on the couch, and Linda's hand now rested very near the zipper of my pants. I looked at Linda and noticed that her dress was no longer covering her nearly transparent pink panties. The dark spot at the crotch made it clear that she was not a real blonde!

"No, not at all, Linda," I said as I slowly took in the sight of her long, slender legs. "You are a very attractive lady."

"Why, thank you, Ken," she cooed. "We think you are quite attractive too, and I can tell that you are very fit."

The combination of the wine and Linda's warm hand caused me to throb, and I felt Linda's fingers move over onto the growing bulge in my suit pants. Her finger slid along my bulge and very slowly traced the ridge made by the head of my thick circumcised member.

"Oh my, Hazel," Linda said, "I think we may have aroused Ken. I think he might be getting hard. See what you think."

Hazel shifted on the couch and now was kneeling on the cushions, her arm around me as she put her hand on top of Linda's. Linda reluctantly moved her hand aside as Hazel felt my hardening cock through my pants.

"Yes, indeed," Hazel confirmed, "Ken is growing even as I'm touching him. I think he's having some very naughty thoughts."

Hazel's pointed breast was pressing into me as she continued to squeeze me and let her fingers fondle my balls. I must have groaned with pleasure because Linda giggled and reached in to kiss me very softly on my lips.

"Would you like to see Linda's tits?" Hazel asked. "Her boobs are so much bigger than mine, you know."

All I could do was nod my head, as I was pinned between two very horny older women. Linda wasted no time. She sat up on the couch and slowly pulled her glitzy shirt over her head. Her soft, pale breasts overfilled the cups of her contrasting black bra. My eyes locked onto Linda's chest as she unhooked the front clasp and let her bra fall away, revealing her 38DD boobs. Her rosy, erect nipples were the size of silver dollars.

"Suck on me," Linda urged as she held her right tit up for me.

I eagerly leaned forward and let her erect nipple press between my lips. I felt a hand at my zipper and then heard the sound of my zipper opening. A warm hand searched for the opening in my Jockey briefs; then fingers closed around my stiff cock. I sucked Linda's soft tit with added gusto as Hazel stroked my stiff şişli escort bayan (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/sisli-escort/) dick.

Linda pulled back and held her other tit, and I sucked on it for another minute or so. My hand moved between Linda's legs and I felt the wet spot that now seeped through her panties. I found the edge of her panties and tentatively slid a finger inside and into her dark bush. She was soaking wet and I easily found her slit.

"Oh, God," Linda gasped, "that's feels so good, honey!"

"Wait!" Hazel said as she crawled off the couch. "Let's get naked before we go any farther, okay?"

I looked on in wonder as the two women began to undress. Linda quickly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, followed immediately by her soaked pink panties. During summer in the hot, humid valley, women usually avoid wearing hose.

Linda stood proudly, exhibiting her smooth body and pendulous tits. The wet curls of her dark brown bush glistened with her female nectar.

Hazel was busy on my other side. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and reached behind her to unhook her bra. I must have shown my surprise when she revealed pointy A cup cones with her quarter-size pink nipples. Hazel had the slender figure of a swimsuit model.

"I told you that Linda had nicer titties," Hazel moaned.

"Yours are very nice too," I assured Hazel. "please don't be embarrassed about your size. They are such perfect, firm cones."

Hazel grinned at me. "Thanks, Ken. You sure know how to please a gal. Maybe you'll like the rest too."

With that comment, Hazel, with her back to me, removed her skirt to reveal a perfect bare bottom. She folded her skirt and slowly turned to face me. Her prominent mound was completely smooth, her slit already oozing her sensual juices.

"I like to go bare bottom when I ride on leather seats," Hazel announced. "Do you approve, Ken?"

"Uh huh, very much," was about all I could mutter as I gazed at the two hot women standing nude before me. I forgot that my stiff dick was sticking out of my pants, yet I was still in my suit and tie.

"Actually, I used to have a sparse little black bush, until I had all my hair down there removed by electrolysis last year," Hazel confessed. "I love being smooth," she added as she caressed her mound.

"Now, it's your turn, Ken," Linda announced. "Please stand up and let us undress you, okay?"

What else could I do? I slowly stood up.

Linda pulled on my tie and tied it around her waist like a Japanese obi. She unbuttoned my white dress shirt and it easily came off since Hazel had already unbuckled my trousers and had them down around my ankles.

The two women knelt side by side and their hands jerked my briefs down. They each untied one of my black wingtips and I dutifully lifted each foot to allow them to remove my shoes, trousers, and underwear.

"I can't wait any longer," Hazel said as she kissed my cock and began to lick up and down my seven-inch length.

I stood there, wearing nothing but my socks, and watched them take turns licking and sucking on my male mast. Hazel's slender fingers toyed with my balls while Linda sucked; then, they traded places. I quickly learned that Linda liked to squeeze balls, and I jumped a couple of times when she squeezed a little too hard.

"Sorry, honey," Linda said as she looked up into my eyes and winked slyly.

Shortly after, I found myself lying on my back on the thick pile carpet. Linda continued to lick and suck on me while Hazel sat near my head, caressed her smooth pussy, and watched.

"Mmm, I need you inside me," Linda announced as she slid up my prone body and straddled me.

Hazel also moved. "Here, Linda, let me help you," she offered.

Linda raised herself as Hazel grasped my rigid dick and, after rubbing it along her friend's slit, located Linda's honey hole and inserted the head between her meaty lips. Linda sighed and slowly relaxed her body, swallowing my entire length into her warm, slippery cunt.

"Oh, yeah, you feel divine," Linda murmured as she began to move up and down, and back and forth.

She wasn't so tight, but she really knew how to move in just the right ways. I could feel her cream ooze out and cover my balls as she enjoyed herself. I loved watching her large tits sway above me as she pleasured herself.

Evidently, Hazel did not want to be left out. She placed her slender legs on each side of my head, facing Linda, and lowered her bald pussy onto my face. I had never eaten pussy before and I wasn't sure what she wanted at first. Her movements settled her lower lips onto my mouth and I was forced to lick between them, tasting her sweet cream.

"That's right, baby, lick my pussy," Hazel instructed. "Stick your tongue up my cunt."

I felt the two women lean into each other as one fucked me and as I ate the other's sweet juice. Although I couldn't see anything, I was pretty sure that they were embracing and maybe kissing each other.

"I escort şişli (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/sisli-escort/) need some cock now," Hazel moaned. "Let's trade places for a while."

I took a deep breath while the two rearranged themselves.

"Are you okay?" Linda asked as she looked down through her ample cleavage.

I smiled and licked my lips in response.

"Hope you don't mind my hair pie," Linda said as she carefully lowered her thick muff onto my face.

I must say that her hairy pussy posed a different problem. Linda's thighs were thicker and I had to use my hands on her ass to hold her up slightly so that I could breathe. I also found that I could separate her cheeks enough to expose her dark little rosebud. As Hazel slipped my sticky dick into her very tight little cunt, I let my tongue tip rim Linda's rear. Linda jerked slightly when she felt my tongue on her ass, and then she moaned loudly.

"Oh yeah, honey, lick my ass and eat my wet cunt!"

I found that I enjoyed my newfound ability to please a female orally. I began to lick Linda's crack and slit from one end to the other, listening to her constant string of 'oohs and ahhs.'

Hazel was quiet, but the feeling of her tight cunt milking my cock was sensational. Hazel was much tighter than Linda was and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Slow down," I begged Hazel when I could raise Linda's ass enough to speak. "You're going to make me squirt."

Hazel stopped for a few moments, grinding her bald mound onto my pelvic bone. "Let's watch him come on your big tits," Hazel suggested.

Evidently, Linda agreed. They both rolled off and Linda sprawled on her back. I managed to sit up; my face covered in the two gal's nectar, and then kneel over Linda's prone body. Her tits fell to each side from their sheer weight and her nipples seem to beckon.

Hazel wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to stroke me. Linda fondled my balls and urged me to cum on her tits. Linda and I looked into each other's eyes and she smiled broadly.

"You're a great fucker, Ken," she stated flatly. "Cum on my tits first, but you need to save some for later, honey."

Moments later, I shot several strings of thick, white cum onto Linda's chest. It began to run down her sides and she used her fingers to scoop up some and lick her fingers clean. "You taste divine," she announced.

Hazel joined Linda as she bent over her friend and licked my warm cum off Linda's nipple.

After watching the girl/girl show, I collapsed onto the floor, marveling at what I had just experienced. Hazel slid up next to me and kissed me tenderly. Linda spooned me from behind. We laid together, each catching their breath and listening to intermittent groans of satisfaction. The warmth of two nude bodies against me was amazing.

"We need another glass of wine," Linda announced as she rose from our half-slumber.

The three of us stood naked at the bar and enjoyed a glass of a rather peppery-tasting red wine that I later learned was their Zinfandel Reserve. Somehow, it no longer seemed strange to be talking and drinking with two older women who also happened to be completely nude

"You need to lose those socks," Hazel laughed as Linda poured another round. "Here, let me help you, baby."

Hazel swiftly removed my socks and took the opportunity to lift my flaccid dick and place it in her mouth. She sucked and licked, then sipped more wine. Then, she kept a bit of wine in her mouth as she put my cock in her mouth, letting the wine flow around me.

"Hey, Linda, take a taste of Ken's cock now," Hazel suggested to her friend.

Linda came around the bar and slipped my dick between her lips. "Oh, yeah, Ken tastes great with some of my fancy Zin," she laughed.

The two took turns sucking and licking until I recovered my hardness.

"Come and sit on the couch," Hazel told me, "I want some of that sweet cum now."

Dutifully, I went to the couch and enjoyed the feeling of Hazel's tight little cunt as she straddled me. It took two or three moves before I was finally inserted.

"Play with my nipples," Hazel begged. "I love to have my nipples touched while I'm fucking."

I let my palms graze her erect nipples, and then I gently pulled on them as Hazel rode my hard cock with gusto. Linda reclined on the opposite end of the couch and fingered her own pussy as she watched her friend's lithe figure move on me.

Hazel's milking action made a second load of cum rise and within a few minutes, I felt myself shoot my man juice deep inside her tight vagina.

"Oh, God, that's so good," Hazel cooed as she felt each jet splash onto her cervix. "Give it to me, baby."

Linda shook as her self-inflicted orgasm hit her while she observed us. Hazel gushed at almost the same time as she climaxed, mixing her own love syrup with mine.

Linda gave me time to recover before she insisted on having her turn. Hazel told her how much she'd enjoyed being filled up earlier, and she opened her legs to demonstrate to Linda that she was now full of juice. Hearing her talk so casually about our recent session certainly helped me to recover in record time. I refused more wine and slowly stroked my cock, perhaps to speed the process. At that point, I desperately wanted to pleasure Linda and determine if I could cum three times in one night.