Okay, first off... huge apologies for my all-too-long absence. Unfortunately, my day job is continuing to interfere with my free time (quite severely), and I regret to say I've made no progress on any new TA or BFS stories... Writing them is a lot of hard work after all, and requires plenty of time, energy and dedication - not to mention loads of sheer inspiration. And sadly, I've been sorely lacking most if not all of them.
I do have something of a 'consolation prize' for your Christmas holidays, however:
The fic below is a somewhat unusual (that is, male-vs-female "sexfight") story, not quite like my usual works. I came upon a short little tale by BillieRight called "Prickly, Submit to Me", which I found interesting, and which goaded me into pretty much rewriting the whole story into a much longer piece with a different POV and characters. In any case, credit for the original story goes to BillieRight!
This altered and greatly expanded version of the tale, I like to call "Tamed by a Cougar". Please enjoy!
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A tall, dark-haired young man with broad shoulders and a visibly athletic build was sitting on the edge of a bed, flicking through his phone when a soft thud caused him to look up.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Tom. The last few guests really couldn't take a hint, and I had to practically throw them out."
A shapely mature woman with long, curly red hair stood at the doorway. She offered a quick, apologetic smile to the hunk and reached behind to unzip her dress. Its glistening green fabric was hugging her figure closely, highlighting each and every feminine curve. And she had quite a few of those. Though far from what one might call 'slender' or 'lean', the redhead had been blessed with good genes, and possessed a positively voluptuous-looking physique that screamed fertility. Sure, her midsection did seem to have a bit of flab, but most of the extra padding had gone to that sizable chest, an equally large butt and two thick, meaty thighs. All in all, the redhead looked a lot like an older, more filled-out Christina Hendricks. She was definitely a woman, all right.
The fact she was also easily old enough to be his mother didn't seem all that relevant just then.
"You look so fucking hot in that, Molly," Tom grunted, watching in rapt attention as the buxom mature slid the snug dress down her body slowly and languidly, taking her time to tease him with the reveal. Even though he'd seen her nude form several times before, the sight never failed to impress. None of the girls at his college had curves like that.
"Why thank you, dear. I picked it out specifically with you in mind. Though I do hope I look passable outside of it as well?" Molly replied in a silky smooth, sensuous tone, unclasping the straps of her bra and letting the garment fall away. The young male's mouth opened slightly as he gawked at the redhead's naked body in silent wonderment. The girls back on campus definitely didn't have figures like hers.
"Hmm? Does that mean you're up for a good tussle tonight?" Molly asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips while she studied his reaction.
Without bothering to wait for a response, redhead began to saunter towards the bed, swaying her wide, rounded hips in an almost exaggeratedly sultry fashion and flashing her lover a seductive grin as she took in his hungry expression. The handsome dark-haired stallion was staring at her with with unconcealed lust, and she could see his impressively large organ starting to pitch a tent as it strained against the fabric of his boxers.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," the mature woman murmured, pursing her lips appreciatively as she ran her gaze up and down Tom's almost bare body. He was one tasty hunk, with a broad torso full of big, bulging muscles, similarly beefy arms, and a pair of toned tree-trunk legs to match. His jawline was sharp and rugged as well, and the five o'clock shadow he was currently sporting only served to make him appear even more manly. In short, Tom was easily good-looking enough to model.
With a smirk, the mature redhead recalled that's exactly what his former sweetheart had been doing to earn some extra cash. She was a pretty, statuesque girl with slender but toned limbs and correspondingly modest curves, and a personality that could be best described as 'high maintenance'. Stealing Tom away from that skinny little blondie bitch had been almost too easy.
"Molly, you know I'm ALWAYS up for some steamy action with the hottest booty-call in town," the handsome male smirked, earning a return grin from the redhead with his flattery. Then again, they'd been doing this for a few weeks now, and his eagerness as a 'repeat customer' suggested he was being entirely honest.
Tom beckoned the older woman over to him, reaching out to cup Molly's large and deliciously meaty butt with his hands, and giving both supple cheeks a good, hard squeeze. The brawny youngster's gaze, however, was clued to her ample breasts, which happened to rest right about on his eye-level. While they did admittedly have a bit of visible sag, each large teat still looked nice and plump, and maintained a full, mostly rounded shape. Molly's hardening nipples, likewise, seemed to point forward rather than down, further enchancing the appearance of perkiness. Or, reinforcing the relative lack of droopiness, at least.
Though certainly not as firm and pert-looking as they'd used to be, the mature redhead knew that her rack was still plenty attractive enough to entice men. Even handsome college-aged males, as was the case tonight. Actually, another recent conquest of hers, an eighteen-year-old footballer fresh out of high school, had gone as far as to call them "the best tits he'd ever seen" - a compliment that'd started to sound a lot sweeter once Molly had learned that he was quite a bit more experienced than his tender years might suggest, and had already bedded a dozen or so women before her. Most of them teenagers like himself. The boy's performance in bed, lusty and unseasoned as it was, had appeared to confirm his story, giving Molly a nice little confidence boost. Not that she'd really needed one.
It'd been a month or two after that encounter she'd bagged Tom, spotting the tasty hunk having a night out with his girlfriend, and later ambushing him in the men's bathroom - where she'd promptly ridden his brains out in one of the booths. The redhead could still vividly recall Tom's vacant, deeply sated look while the shell-shocked hunk had gradually come down from his intense high, blinking as the slow, delicious realization that some old broad had just drained (not to mention thoroughly tamed) his hard, young dick began to dawn on the stud's flushed face.
Who knows, he might've felt embarrassed about the situation, had her warm, steadily clamping pussy not kept his member semi-rigid despite the intense release, leading to an immediate second bout of impassionated sex. He'd been able to put on a much better showing that time around, and managed to bring Molly to two loud orgasms before he once again started to spurt jets of young, fertile seed into her greedy folds, the college jock finally collapsing on top the the mature man-eater with a soft, breathless moan, totally spent.
Well okay, not totally. They'd fucked several more times later on that night, at her place. Convincing him to ditch his prissy stick of a girlfriend hadn't been much of a challenge after that initial round. Of course, Tom wasn't exactly the first college jock to quickly become addicted to her seasoned mature pussy - the voluptuous redhead took great pride in her ability turn those campus sex gods into drooling, moaning putty between her thighs.
Thinking back to their 'first date', Molly couldn't hold back a smile as she eagerly climbed onto Tom's lap, mounting the handsome stud and wrapping her arms around his neck. They were face to face now, close enough for their hot breaths to mix. The redhead saw her lover raise an inquisitive eyebrow, and interrupted Tom's incoming question by kissing him. Deeply and possessively. The shapely mature woman poured all of her sexual energy and hunger into the kiss, humming against his lips as she felt the muscular male return her efforts with gusto. Still, she needed more.
Molly pushed the young stallion down onto the bed, pinning his broad, visibly toned shoulders against the mattress as she straddled him in one fluid movement. He was already rock-hard, as usual. She watched Tom's chiseled jaw tense, and leaned in to give it a sultry, smoldering lick.
She knew that he wanted to be in control, in charge of things, and liked being the assertive partner in bed. His natural instict was to dominate, and he sure as heck had the physique to go along with that inclination. Molly had quickly learned that having a woman on top (literally or figuratively) was strange for Tom, who much preferred the missionary position.
Well, too bad. She would be calling the shots tonight. The stud had better buckle up.
Molly's wide, feminine hips instinctively rolled downwards into the stud as she kissed him on the mouth again, her tongue launching an impromptu wrestling match with his. The redhead's talented assault was rewarded with a low groan from the increasingly lustful stallion, and she felt Tom thrust up, his thick, large cock twitching against her panty-clad crotch. They were so close she could feel his virile member pulsating against her skin. There was no time for foreplay, but then again, it wasn't necessary, either. Tom reached down to yank off his boxers, and the redhead mirrored his movements, quickly pulling her own panties away. His hands began to wander, no doubt seeking to cup and fondle her big, meaty breasts, which never failed to attract her lovers' attention. Tom in particular couldn't seem to get enough of them, and often spent a good portion of their moonlight trysts either kneading her full mammaries in his hands, or better yet, devouring them with his greedy, insatiable mouth.
A small shiver went down the mature woman's spine at the memory; Tom's limber tongue and unrelenting ministrations causing her nipples to swell to painfully hard proportions. The tingles in her breasts slowly spreading down to her nether regions before a sudden wave of bliss overloaded her senses and sent her into a cascade of loud, shrieking convulsions. Tom's beefy arms wrapping around her, holding her close as he admired how the powerful climax washed over her. That smug, roguish grin on the stud's chiseled face, looking all too pleased with himself.
For his age, the redhead had to admit, Tom was a surprisingly gifted and attentive lover. Which was why she usually didn't mind letting him take the lead.
But tonight, Molly had other plans. The buxom cougar was going to send a message. In the one way this cocky, well-muscled alpha male would get it.
She gripped Tom's wrists, smirking bossily as she brought them above the handsome boy's head. Their gazes met, and the redhead concealed her grin at the way Tom's eyes narrowed; half-playfully, half in seemingly genuine annoyance.
"Molly-"
The mature man-eater shut her boy-toy up with another searing kiss, deftly lowering herself onto his throbbing young cock and impaling the long organ into her warm depths in one quick shove. She wasn't gentle, and didn't really intend to be, either. The voluptuous redhead fully sat down and immediately began grinding herself down onto him, forcefully and intimately. The duo moaned into each other's mouths at the same time, and Molly could feel Tom's hips buck up out of pure instinct, the intense sensation setting off all kinds of fireworks inside both of them. Molly's hands slipped into his, their fingers becoming intertwined as she kept the muscular stud's big, beefy arms pinned against the bed.
Had Tom wanted to power his way out, he of course could've done so. But Molly's strong, highly experienced pussy muscles, which were now massaging his entire length and squeezing the trapped, throbbing member with impressive insistence, ensured that no such thought would ever even occur to the male.
Leaning downwards, the buxom mature brought her lips onto his neck just below his ear, tracing her way along his chiseled jawline and pausing to suckle on several pulse points, coaxing a delicious stream of grunts, gasps and groans from her dazed, young stallion. Simultaneously, she sought and found a rhythm that pleased her the most. It was fast; hungry and needy. Mostly horny. So. Fucking. Horny.
It was a pace that he'd never felt before. Not even on the night they'd first met, when Molly had caught him by surprise and ridden him out in about two minutes flat, like he was some undisciplined first-timer teen. Shit, just the thought of that incident was enough to make his face redden in mortification. Though Tom had paid the buxom cougar back with interest later on, he couldn't deny that the first round had been all her. The redhead had thoroughly outfucked him back then.
He certainly hadn't experienced this kind of fucking with any of his previous partners, none of whom could compete with the voluptuous mature woman when it came to sheer skill and passion in the sack. Even his second most recent fling - a fit, busty and rather nimble cheerleader he'd bagged during Spring break - would've struggled to match the buxom redhead's speed and vigor, and likely fell behind in terms of vaginal muscle strength as well. She'd been tight, sure, but her pussy had never been able to clamp down on his dick with the same unyielding authority that Molly's did just now.
Actually, as Tom stared at the two large, meaty globes bouncing before him, he doubted the girl (or any of his other exes, for that matter) could claim a lead over the cougar even in the chest department. The cheerleader's boobs, to her credit, had been only slightly smaller, but also maybe just a bit less plump and rounded; seeming somehow less abundant, and simply not looking quite as full and feminine as Molly's. More impressively, he wasn't sure if the teenager had really had that much less actual sag or hang either, with both sets appearing to sit at roughly the same level on their chests. Not exactly what you'd call perky, but still drooping way less than tits of that size usually did.
Seriously. This broad had a rack as nice as a nineteen-year-old cheerleaders'. Maybe even nicer.
The college jock fought to hold back a groan, tearing his eyes away from those gorgeous, jiggling big tits and glancing up towards the redhead's face. This time he groaned aloud. She looked absolutely driven. Molly's focus was so intense, her movements so rigorous and energetic. She'd never moved this fast on him before.
In truth, Molly had never felt so compelled and needy to fuck Tom like this. This powerfully. This possessively. This assertively.
Tonight, she would break him.
"Fuck... slow down, Molly. Your pussy's... oh fuuuckk!"
Tom's shuddering groan was music to Molly's ears. She could tell he was already beginning to falter, her rapid movements threatening to overwhelm his resistance and quickly driving the handsome young male towards the edge.
"Oh shiittt, I'm serious Molly, you need to.. sl... sllooohhh-"
The stud's protests only caused the older woman to speed up her rhythm, and despite the exertion, Molly smiled to herself, relishing his rattled, increasingly lust-riddled grunts and groans. Her young lover was panting with unbridled arousal now, and couldn't prevent a loud moan from leaving his lips every time she slammed herself down on his cock. The shapely cougar didn't cut him any slack, sliding her pussy along his impressively thick and long shaft in rapid succession, and continuing to pump him with a force that the muscular jock could hardly believe. Given the way things were going, Tom knew there was no way he'd be able to last even a minute inside her.
The mature redhead on top of him could tell that he was in trouble, too. Over the past couple weeks, Molly had began to get used to them making love mostly on his terms; the handsome young stallion towering over her, Tom's hand on her throat, growling while he pistoned his big cock into her from above and made her mewl in rhythm with his thrusts. In all fairness, he was quite good in the missionary position, and she generally had few objections with letting him set the pace. Making her come for him was something they both enjoyed, after all, and having him in charge allowed their lovemaking to be less stop-and-go, with fewer pauses for recuperation. Not that a young, virile hunk like Tom tended to need more than a couple minutes, anyway. Which was one of the main reasons that had attracted Molly to start seducing guys half her age in the first place.
Anyway, watching her boy-toy's handsome face scrunch with intense, nearly unbearable pleasure as he writhed beneath her, reminded Molly of why she loved being on top. Cowgirl had always been her favorite position, even back when she was a teenager herself. Over the years, she had perfected her style, and could reliably ride most guys to a quick, shuddering orgasm without even breaking a sweat. Her personal record was around 30 seconds, but in that particular youngster's defence, she HAD been teasing him for a few days before mounting the poor, horny kid and putting him out of his misery. The boy had also been able to compensate for his rather happy trigger with the ability to keep popping back up almost indefinitely. She'd lost count after ten, and suspected the final figure must've been closer to twenty than to fifteen...
"Ooohh Mooollyyy!"
A loud, shaky moan brought the redhead's focus back to the present. The mature woman was pretty sure she'd never heard Tom whimper like that, moaning her name in an almost helpless-sounding arousal and desire. The sound absolutely soaked her. She felt powerful. Territorial. Predatory.
He was hers now.
Pursing her lips, Molly sat up and placed her hands on the young stallion's taut, glistening chest, using his powerful torso as her leverage as she started to fuck him in earnest. In the midst of the heat, she and Tom engaged in a silent conversation with their eyes. She searched his gaze deeply, and liked what she saw; he was absolutely loving this. He wanted it - no, he NEEDED her to fuck him like this. To tear him apart. The proud and powerful alpha male was finally starting to give in to her.
"Take it like a man, wonder-boy. My pussy's gonna own your dick," the voluptuous mature hissed through her teeth, a sly and voracious smirk growing on her face. The redhead wanted to see him fully submit to her. Not just his dick, but all of him. Mind, body and soul. For the moment, he was still trying to hold back, struggling to retain some mental resistance even as his toes began to curl against his will. She could sense Tom's beefy legs spread slightly farther apart, and felt his hands fall onto her supple, womanly thighs. They were getting noticeably shaky, and she could tell he was trying not to ball them into fists. Molly smiled. She was quickly overcoming his last efforts at hanging onto what little control he thought he had.
He thrust himself upwards into her at the same time she came down, trying to match her rhythm as he desperately sought to fuck her back, instead of just getting fucked. But his last-ditch attempt at a counterattack backfired. Badly. The sensation was intense, and caused the mature redhead to growl, her voice resembling that of a wild animal in heat. But the campus jock actually roared like a lion, the last vestiges of his resistance finally melting. The young, muscular stud's breath came out in out a long, deep and primal moan, Tom's eyes rolling back in his head as the sensation - and Molly's sheer sexual power - overwhelmed him. His body slackened under the buxom older woman, his hands gripping onto her meaty thighs for dear life. Molly glanced down, noticing his knuckles turning white while her skin reddened underneath his grasp. His head rocked backward and he let out a sound she had never heard come out of him before.
"Oooh fuuuckk, Molly... goddamnit, Moollyyy!" Tom's groans were a mixture of intense arousal and pleasure, and what sounded like stunned disbelief. The young stallion's moans filled the room as he succumbed to his mature lover's hot, shapely body and sensual prowess, surrendering to the voluptuous redhead and letting her take him.
"Fucking hell... what are you doing to me, woman?" He panted, blinking rapidly as his taut legs began to quiver underneath him.
"Taming you, sweety. I'm going to make you all mine." Her mouth curled up into a satisfied smile as she reached down to play with her clit. Molly rode him at a steady, insistent pace as her soaking wet pussy made a mess all over his engorged cock. She was ready to let go of all of the tension, and she was ready to be filled. His thick, fertile young spunk belonged to her. And only to her.
"Oh... oh.... ooooh fuuuucckkk," the college stud's face scrunched. She knew that face well. Tom was about to come.
"Mmmm, that's it, baby. Cum for me. You know you want to," the redhead cooed, licking her lips as she regarded the brawny hunk of a boy trembling beneath her. "I've got you, Tom. There's no point trying to fight it. Might as well just relax and enjoy the ride."
"Molly... oh for the love of god, Molly... your pussy... feels so fucking good... Oh I'm going to cum so fucking hard, Molly! Gawwwddd, you're taking me apart! Oh please, Molly, take me out! I need to cum inside you!"
She had never heard him so fucking desperate to come in all of the times they'd been together, never heard him this helpless and whiney. He had never submitted to her like this. Not to such an extent anyway. While their first bout in that bathroom stall had been short in duration, it hadn't been nearly as intense as this.
Molly could feel that familiar pressure inside her; the young stallion's large, rock-hard rod was throbbing like crazy, vibrating violently within her core, and she knew it was going to happen at the any moment.
She needed to be closer to him. She had to hold Tom to her when the climax hit him.
"Sit up for me, Tom. Sit up," she demanded breathlessly.
He did as he was told and wrapped his strong arms around Molly's soft, feminine torso, mashing her ample bust against his own, taut and hardened chest. Both were in each other's embrace, the buxom mature in her lover-boy's lap. She wrapped her meaty legs around him, trapping the stud in her clutches, tightly, intimately and possessively, as the duo moved together in ways that made the both feel absolutely electric. They were in unison. They were one.
"Molly, I'm going t-"
"I know," she cut him off, planting a quick, wet peck on his parted lips. "I know. I own you, Tom. Your body, and your mind. You are all mine now."
The curvaceous redhead pulled on his neck, holding his face against her large, fleshy bosom as she pushed herself down onto his cock one more time. Everything inside her felt like it exploded, and she let out a deep, primitive moan filled with nothing but satisfaction. Tom cursed loudly and repetitively, his panting voice gradually turning into a coarse roar. His thrusts were frenzied as he came like a volcano, and the mature woman swore she could feel every single one of the thick ropes of young, virile cum that shot out of him and into her womb. The hunk's orgasm was beyond intense, and crossed well into the territory of mind-blowingly debilitating. He came hard enough to see not only stars, but constellations and nebulae as well.
To say that he was fucked into nirvana would have been an understatement.
They held each other in that exact position for a long time. She didn't keep track of time, and neither had any intention to move. She rubbed Tom's toned back lightly, idly scraping her nails along his skin, while his thumbs caressed her back softly and tenderly. His chest was heaving while he sucked in precious oxygen, his gaze looking somewhat groggy, and his dark hair fully mussed up and disheveled. After a moment, the young stud started to place gentle, soft kisses onto the cougar's shoulder, almost as if seeking worship her shapely body.
The redhead found herself liking the idea. She liked it a lot.
"Holyyy fuck... that was... you... I've never..." he trailed off shakily, appearing to be lost for words. He sounded every bit as thunderstruck as he looked.
"You know, Molly, I think I might be falling in love with you," Tom whispered after a while, still a bit winded as he struggled to catch his breath. His dark eyes were hazy, making him look even more dreamy than usual.
"Falling in love with my pussy, you mean."
"Well, it IS the best pussy in town, after all," the young male grinned. His lover's sated smirk mirrored his own.
"And don't you forget it."
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