Wendy was a 54-year-old cougar who practiced her craft skillfully. She was a guidance counselor by day for young men at the junior college where she worked, advising them on which classes to take, how to get tutors if needed, and how to navigate college life in general. As such, she met a lot of eighteen- to twenty-year-old guys, many of them athletic, others just virile examples of young manhood, plus a few nerdy ones who were still desirable in their own way. Wendy was frequently turned on by these young men and kept herself aroused by often wearing Ben Wa balls in her pussy. Then, when one of the students made her horny, she had no problem letting them know.
“Do you like swimming?’ she’d ask them.
“Sure,” they’d reply.
“Okay. Well, I host pool parties for students at my home from time to time. May I invite you to one of my pool parties?”
“Sure,” they say.
And that would be how she started getting these young men to feel comfortable around her and available to be seduced.
o o o
Whenever her husband was out of town over the summer, she’d host such a pool party. She’d invite two or three of the male students she’d screened, and maybe a boy or two from the neighborhood as well. She enjoyed looking at their fine young bodies, and since they were all over eighteen and legal, if she wanted to pursue them, she did. Wendy checked them out very thoroughly, looking for bulges in their swimsuits. And she made sure she gave them something to check out by wearing a skimpy bikini, which she would occasionally, and intentionally, let slip a bit to expose part of her private places. She might let a top piece slide off a nipple, or slip a bottom to the side a bit, revealing her labia. She’d pretend not to notice she was exposed, and then catch a young man or two staring at her. She’d suddenly realize she was showing a nipple or glimpses of her pussy.
“Oh my, I’m sorry. I didn’t notice I was exposed. And you were so naughty to look,” she’d joke, and they’d all laugh.
“We didn’t mean to, but we just had to, you know, Miss Wendy,” they’d say.
“That’s okay, it’s normal for young men like yourselves to want to see a woman’s body. I’m not offended. In fact, I’m flattered. And I’m often naughty, too, since I think about you boys touching me.”
The guys always perked up over that, and she continued.
“My husband is not home. If you want, you can accompany me to my bedroom and watch me change.”
The guys would always agree to that, and then the one or two of them she caught staring would follow her upstairs.
o o o
On some days, Wendy worked her counseling job from home. This offered another opportunity to meet and seduce young men, and it didn’t even have to be warm enough to have a pool party. If they aroused her with their looks or banter, she would excuse herself to use the bathroom. When she returned, she would not be wearing panties, and she would take a seat across from the student, presumably to make him feel more comfortable, but she would switch her crossed legs frequently and give glimpses of her snatch. If she noted a bulge in the guy’s jeans, she’d know he noticed. When that happened, she’d flirt.
“So, a guy like you must be very popular with the ladies, am I right?”
“Ya, a little.”
“Oh, I think you’re being modest. I know if I were younger, I’d like to be with a guy like you. Heck, I’m a naughty girl, and I’d like to be with you now!”
“What do you mean?”
“Sex, of course. I’m not immune to the lure of your strong, young body. Let me ask, are you interested?”
“Ya. I mean, why not?”
“Well, I have the rest of our hour free, if you’d like to go upstairs with me?”
And it never failed. Just like the guys at the pool, the guy would follow Wendy up to her bedroom. Wendy would break the ice by taking her blouse and bra off and walking over to the guy, holding her chest right in front of him.
“These are for you, you naughty boy!”
And every guy would grab her tits and squeeze them and pull on her nipples. Then she would grab his belt and undo it, along with his jeans, and she’d pull them down. Next, she pulled his underwear down and knelt before him. They all knew what to do at that point, and she took each of their erections into her mouth. She licked and rolled each penis head and sucked it into her throat. They stood and enjoyed this cougar as she took them close to climaxing with a skillful blow job.
Then she would stop and stand, then slip her skirt off, showing that she was not wearing panties, and exposing her shaved pussy. She would take the boy’s hand and lead them to the bed, where she’d kneel on the edge with her ass and pussy facing them.
“Well, big boy, do you want to fuck this hungry cunt?”
“Yes, ma’am,” would come the reply.
“Then have at me, you stud. Fuck me like you own me! I’m your slut. Use me!”
And the young man in question would invariably push his cock into her cunt and start to pump her with all his might. He’d grab her hips to hold her and thrust deeply. Wendy would moan and squirm in delight, and rock back against his thrusts to drive him deeper. Most of these young men didn’t last long, shooting their load after a minute, and Wendy always needed more.
o o o
When she had two men in her room, during a pool party or from ‘accidentally’ double booking a home counseling session, she would entice them to spit-roast her. After taking off her blouse and bra, and having both guys fondle and play with her breasts, she’d move on to fucking them.
“So, boys, do you want this pussy? Do you want this mouth to suck you off?”
“Ah, yes,” they’d always say.
Then she’d move to the bed, take off the rest of her clothes, and get on her hands and knees at a corner. She’d position herself so that both her rear and her head were available to the young men.
“Take your places, boys, at my cunt and my mouth, and let’s go!”
And the boys would ask each other who would fuck her and who would get a blow job, then take their places. They would lose any inhibitions and put their large cocks in her pussy and her mouth and start to spit-roast her. Wendy would give a first-class blow job to the guy in her mouth, while the guy behind would press his cock into her cunt and push deep. After a minute, Wendy would tell the guy getting a blow job to face fuck her, and he would. So with young men fucking her, one from each end, she was getting the action she wanted.
Wendy almost always lasted longer than any of the guys she had over, so when they were done, cleaned up, and left, she used her vibrator to finish the job and get herself off. Then she cleaned up and got dressed for her next appointment.
o o o
Daytime sex with the guys at her home was a fun distraction during the day, but at night she wanted more. She told each of the guys that she seduced that they could stop by any evening that the bedroom shade was open. That was the signal to the guys that her husband was out of town, and she was available. The guys came over, either solo or in pairs, on many nights when the shade was open, and sometimes multiple visitors arrived on the same evening. Wendy invited them all in and, in no time, they were naked in her bedroom. The guys had all been with Wendy before, or they were told about the shade, so they knew what to expect. They also knew she liked to be verbally abused, called names, and insulted as part of the sex.
“Well, bitch, get you out of those clothes,” they might say, or “Let’s see that cunt of yours, slut!”
All of it aroused Wendy even more. She took them on, whether one guy or a small group of three or four. Her only rule for them was no anal, but she was more than willing to fuck them serially or in pairs if they spit-roasted her. Wendy loved the attention of these young men and made sure they all got off in her pussy or her mouth. She loved it when several of them forced her onto the bed and assailed her, all grabbing her breasts, ass cheeks, and pussy at once. They pinched her tits and pulled in her nipples, squeezed her ass cheeks, and probed her pussy, taking turns fucking her and leaving their loads dripping for her cunt. Once they were all satisfied, they dressed and left, knowing she’d let them in the next time they were horny.
o o o
But Wendy was insatiable. In addition to the pool parties and office seductions on workdays, plus the evening sessions when her husband was gone, she visited places where young men congregated. She drove to skate parks to watch the guys perform, while she wore a tight, revealing top with a short skirt and crotchless panties, or no panties at all, inviting any guy who noticed her and got a bulge in his pants back to her car to take home. She picked up hitchhikers who looked young and virile, and made sure they saw her tits inside her open blouse before suggesting that they could have more if they had an hour to spare.
In every case, she took the horny guys who succumbed to her wiles back to her bedroom.
“Well, young man, here are the rules. I’m your slut for an hour, and you can do whatever you want with me as long as you don’t hurt me… and nothing anal.”
They always agreed, and she had all sorts of great sex. Some of the guys were aggressive. They called her names she loved to hear, and took her as they wanted, stripping her and throwing her naked body on the bed where they fucked her missionary or doggie style. Others were gentle, and she had to suggest things they were allowed to do, but they always gave her a good fucking before their hour was up.
More than once, she rented a hotel room and ordered a pizza for delivery, only to answer the door in nylons, heels, and a smile. She’d wear her push-up half bra exposing her nipples, while she showed them her naked pussy, and she offered a non-cash tip of sex however they wanted, except of course, anal. The pizza delivery guys always took her up on the offer, and they fought over who got to deliver her pizza when they recognized her name on an order. She left them with unbelievable tales to tell the other drivers.
o o o
Wendy kept busy as the classy professional woman she was outside of the bedroom, but she let go and became a classy slut when she and the young men she seduced were alone in her home or hotel. She told all the guys whose bodies she enjoyed, whether students or neighbors or pizza delivery guys, about the meaning of her bedroom shade being open, and they come by regularly, allowing her to enjoy her part-time slut lifestyle to this day.
