Nicole stood at the window, mesmerized by the figure in the pool. The swimmer knifed through the water at astonishing speed. His long muscular arms fanned out in a butterfly stroke as he finished his fiftieth lap. In one fluid motion, Lance cruised to the edge and hauled himself out of the pool, his trapezius rippling with power as he bounded up to his feet.

She found herself walking downstairs and out into the backyard. The grass felt wet to her bare feet. That’s when Nicole realized she went outside in only her bra and panties. Surprisingly, her nudity didn’t bother her. Instead, her body hummed with electric anticipation as she strutted towards Lance. Nicole took pride in a beauty that had not dimmed with age.

The teen reached for his towel and dabbed at his chiseled torso as she drew near. He turned to her and the aloof expression on his face softened into a mischievous smile. Lance didn’t seem alarmed by the presence of a semi-nude stranger. If anything, he appeared pleasantly accustomed to the sight.

“And who might you be?” He asked while toweling his raven-black hair.

“The girl next door,” She answered flirtatiously. The very sight of this Adonis ignited an urgent, carnal desire between her thighs. It brought out a boldness that she normally withheld. But Nicole never met a man like Lance Leo before and did not plan to squander the opportunity.

The raven-haired cocksman strode forward. Nicole’s gaze strayed towards his swimsuit. He wore a thong with what must have been a customized pouch for his sinfully huge endowment. His organ swayed back and forth with each step like a pendulum, the wet fabric clinging to its every inch and revealing thick, pulsing veins and a knob the size of her clenched fist. Most guys would be proud to have as much hard as what Lance had limp.

Finally, she looked back up. Lance’s face lit up in a wicked, mysterious grin as he closed in on her. She was almost close enough to touch him… to touch it!

Nicole bolted upright, panting and sweaty. Her pussy was still moist from her wet dream.

“Harder!” shrieked a young female voice as the moist clap of flesh striking flesh sounded from the back yard. Lance probably was enjoying another sorority babe on the chaise-lounge by the pool. It might have been his fourth or fifth conquest of the last two days. The playboy was positively priapic.

Lance employed a simple but successful stratagem in his pursuit of playmates. He understood both parties were there for the same thing - an escape from everyday bullshit through wild, mindless sex. And with cultivated expertise and an amazingly big dick, he gave women what they wanted while pleasing himself in the bargain.

The clock read 2:15 in the morning. Nicole should have gone back to sleep but the poolside saturnalia made that impossible. Instead, she just lay there and listened. The girl was screaming again, yelling out profanities, begging Lance to fuck her as she experienced a heart-pounding multiple orgasm.

Nicole could not help herself. Her fingers crept between her thighs, brushing against her swollen clit. It twitched impatiently after being ignored for so long. She let out a quiet moan as her fingertips made contact with the throbbing nexus of pleasure. Her hand quickly found a familiar rhythm that had been acquired after decades of practice.

With the image of Lance’s prick seared into her memory, Nicole’s body responded quickly and ferociously to her touch. As her right hand continued to work its magic, her left grasped the bedsheets as an explosion of bliss surged up her spine.

It felt like nothing she ever experienced. Nicole seized up with an orgasm that spread out in shockwaves from her thrashing head to her tingling toes.

“Oh, Lance!” she cried out desperately, no longer able to bottle up her feelings.

As she reached the denouement of her climax, Nicole felt a creeping sense of dread. She had left the window open. And the desperate housewife even called out his name. Lance and his girl spoke quietly. She couldn’t make out what they said but her outburst clearly tipped them off. The two of them went inside the pool house for the remainder of the night.

Nicole was mortified. She felt her privacy had been violated. Total strangers had been privy to her most intimate desires. But, of course, the only voyeur was she. And the shame involved her getting caught.

The lust-crazed cougar noticed her right hand was still rubbing her wet gash. The pad of her index finger brushed against her clit and a jolt of pleasure fired through her nervous system. She usually felt a bit sore right after climaxing but one “O” definitely would not be enough for tonight... 

The next morning

Lance lay on the weight bench and pumped out set after set of 400-lb lifts. The exercise allowed him to think. He got a call from his father last night to warn him that his stepmother was arriving. After that announcement, the two of them got into a huge argument about his summer job or lack thereof. Lance couldn’t really imagine himself delivering pizzas on his Harley. But he didn’t want to get cut off either.

Beneath the surface, however, the dust-up really had been about his new stepmother. To him, it just meant another unwanted authority figure nosing through his X-rated lifestyle. He already got plenty of shit from his father about his rakish ways. Bob’s new wifey would probably come down on him even harder.

“Lance?” sounded a voice from above.  He set the barbell back in the rack and looked up.

“Hey, I’m Nicole,” The woman told him.

“Uh, hey,” He answered, awkwardly shaking the hand she extended to him.

Nicole looked great in her floral slip dress. As with any woman he met, Lance immediately scoped out her boobs and marveled at her cleavage. The teen hadn’t expected his new stepmother to be a knockout. Bob had found a hell of a gold digger…

“I’m sorry about all the noise last night,” He apologized vaguely.

“Noise? I didn’t hear anything since I got here,” She lied. “I’m a sound sleeper.”

“And I know the rules,” he added a bit defensively. “I won’t come into the main house.”

“Uh, sure…” Nicole finally answered. “Ok, see you later.”

Lance stared at her ass as she walked away. Most guys would call Nicole a MILF, the notorious abbreviation for “Mother I Would Like to Fuck.” However, “would” was never part of Lance’s vocabulary. The teen preferred to call her a MIGF - a “Mother I’m Gonna Fuck.” If he wanted to bang a chick, he would bang her. End of story. He didn’t abide by the social norms that inhibited his peers. However, seducing his stepmother would be cavalier even for a badass Lothario like himself.

At the same time, the strength of the taboo only sweetened the temptation. His stepfather had treated him like shit all his life. Bob cheated on Lance’s mother, embezzled money from his trust fund, and planned to kick him out of the house before he even finished high school. This was a jerk who was just begging to be cucked.

And he had no doubt Nicole would be down for some big dick loving. In addition to spying on his exploits, she eyed his crotch like a carnivorous hawk when they spoke. Lance only knew two kinds of women - size queens and liars. And if Nicole was a liar, he was going to make an honest woman of her. 

Twenty Minutes Later...

The curtains of Nicole’s bedroom had been drawn. The windows closed. She lay in bed naked, closed her eyes, and imagined Lance thrusting inside of her with reckless abandon. Her body responded faster than last night. She breathed deeper and deeper as an unbearably delightful pressure built between her trembling legs.

Stoking her pleasure, Nicole plunged two fingers into her wet hole. Her moans intensified. She picked up the pace, furiously finger-banging herself, bucking her hips in the air with lust-crazed desperation. The brunette jezebel felt her juices sloshing around her fingers and forming a small puddle on the sheets. Her back arched and…

Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.

Fuck. Her cell phone was vibrating. The caller ID read “Jane.”

Nicole had made a point of not calling Jane even though her old college friend lived in Peoria. She expressly warned her girlfriend not to settle down with Bob. And Jane had been right. Moreover, the two of them shared everything. Nicole would need to come clean about Lance.

“Hey, Nikki,” Jane greeted her in the kind of smoky voice that required two packs of cigarettes a day.

“Hi, Jane,” she answered, still panting from her near-orgasm.

“Are you jilling off or something?” she half-joked. “I can call later.”

“I was,” Nicole confessed.

“Seriously?”

There was no point in hiding anything from her girlfriend. The subject of sex would enter their conversation sooner or later. It always did. So Nicole decided to cut to the chase.

“I found a unicorn dick.”

“No shit. So why aren’t you getting some of that?”

“It belongs to Bob’s stepson.”

“Whoa, girl!” Jane laughed. “And how did you find that out?”

Nicole proceeded to tell her BFF everything. She did not hold back a single lurid detail.

“Listen, Nikki,” Jane told her with a solemn air. “If you don’t fuck Lance, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.”

“But Jane…”

“Don’t ‘but’ me!” she scolded. “If what you are saying about this guy is true, he is going to give you the big ‘O.’”

“But I don’t know if I can cheat on Bob.”

“It’s not cheating if he’s over nine inches.”

There it was. Nicole knew if she didn’t seize this opportunity, Jane would never let her hear the end of it. And her girlfriend had a point. Very few men had what it took to take a woman to the O-Zone. She had been faking orgasms with her husband, her boyfriends, her hookups… Nicole didn’t want to settle for mediocrity any longer. She wanted the sex she deserved.

Thirty Minutes Later...

Nicole decided to wear cutoff jeans and a tank top. Simple but sexy. She carried a six-pack of Budweiser in one hand and a pack of Marlboros in the other. Lance’s motorcycle was parked at the door of the pool house. Since Nicole didn’t hear any moans from the window, that meant he was alone. She walked right up to the door and knocked.

Lance answered the door in his standard attire. No shirt. Skintight jeans. Jane could see the provocative bulge snaking all the way from his groin to the outer edge of his left hip. He had just showered but a distinctive scent still clung to his body, not exactly sweat but a distinctly pleasant musk.

“Hey,” She told him.

“Hey,” He smiled.

“You wanna beer?”

“Sure.”

He followed Nicole outside to a picnic table. They sat down.

“I know this stepmother thing is awkward,” She explained while lighting a cigarette. “I just wanted to clear the air.”

One thing Lance knew about a lady was that there could be a difference between what she said and what she did. Nicole wasn’t clearing the air. She was steaming it up with her tank top and cigarette. He felt a surge of adrenaline pump through his veins. The ladykiller knew he would have his dick inside this cougar in one hour or less.

Nicole took a long drag and blew out a big smoke ring. She played footsie with him, the tip of her open-toe sandal stroking his leg

“And you call this ‘clearing the air?'” he asked with a devilish wink.

“Funny,” she smiled. “So in relation to air-clearing, I have a confession. I did hear you making noise last night.”

“And...”

“And I could tell Bob about what I saw,” Nicole smirked.

“You wouldn’t do that,” He grinned back, knowing full well she had other plans for him.

“Probably not,” Nicole agreed.

“Why don’t you just join us next time?”

The comment blindsided Nicole. Then she figured that Lance was just fucking with her. Or was he? He possessed a distinct aura of sexual adventurism.

“How about I put on some tunes,” He announced and got up from the table. Lance kept a boombox near his weight set. The teen queued up “Dream On” by Aerosmith. Nicole used to listen to the hard rock ballad when she had been his age.

Lance approached her side of the table and offered Nicole his hand.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked. His stepmother got up from the table as an answer. Lance took her by the hand and led her into a nearby rose garden. One hand palmed her ass and drew her closer. She rested her head against one of his chiseled pecs as they slow-danced in circles.

His musclebound torso felt hard... powerful. He exuded a natural dominance that intimidated her not because of his brute strength. But because she could not control herself around him.

Aerosmith had not even reached their first chorus before his finger tipped up her chin and closed in for a kiss. His lips and heated breath betrayed an animalistic passion yet also a formidable prowess, a degree of seductive expertise that no woman could refuse.

“That was fast,” she noted amusedly as he broke the kiss. Nicole had never been with a man that escalated matters so quickly, at least not one that pulled it off successfully.

“I ain’t like other guys,” he told her in a tone that might have been a warning but also a promise of sensual delight.

“I know you’re not,” Nicole answered, placing her hand on his crotch. She could feel his organ pulsing beneath the denim of his jeans. “To be honest, I don’t even know if I should be doing this.”

“You shouldn’t but you will,” he smiled.

“Is that what you say to all your girlfriends?” she shit-tested him.

“No, here is what I tell them,” he replied. “I might break your heart but I’ll make sure you come first.”

With that, he planted a scorching kiss on her mouth. Her whole body shuddered. Nicole felt her panties growing hot and moist. She never responded to a man so rapidly and fervently. As “Dream On” peaked at its final chorus, Lance danced her over to a chaise-longue by the pool.

“Lie down,” He murmured. Nicole complied.

Lance fell to his knees at the foot of the chaise-lounge. He gently spread her legs as she lay beneath the moonlight before easing himself over her. He kissed his way from the tender dip behind her ear to the warm pulse of her throat, then to the tender undercurve of her arm. The intimate contact made her gasp, her breathing deepening from languorous sighs to heavy moans.

The teen stud lifted his head. He noted his stepmom didn’t wear a bra. Her taut, aching nipples spiked the front of her tank top. Lance bent down and suckled one of them through the thin fabric. Nicole squirmed beneath him as he pursed the hard nubbin between his lips for a moment while grinding his hips suggestively against her crotch.

Nicole cried out, an exquisite pleasure igniting the torrid core of her body. She grabbed a fistful of his long hair in either hand and shoved his face into her chest. Her hips rose towards his, an attempt to lure him inside with the dewy heat between her thighs, with the sensuous rhythm of her loins, and the rub of her throbbing mons.

After another minute of making out, Lance knelt up between her legs with a mysterious grin on his face.

“What are you doing?” she asked, craving another long kiss.

“I’m gonna give you your housewarming gift.”

With that, Lance lowered his head between her legs. His hands crept up to the waistline of her cut-offs, undid the button fly, and pulled down her zipper.

“Lift your ass up,” he told her casually. Nicole complied and he rolled her cut-offs down to her ankles, tugged the garment off her feet, and tossed it over his shoulder. Her soaking panties came off next. His movements seemed practiced and fluid. Lance knew how to undress a woman.

“Spread your legs, babe,” he murmured before lowering his face between her quivering thighs. As she spread apart her thighs, Lance opened his mouth and unfurled his tongue.

“Oh, my fucking God!” Giggled Nicole. “Are you kidding me?”

The wet, pink muscle appeared almost inhuman. It belonged in the mouth of a demon or reptile.

She couldn’t eyeball its exact length but Lance’s tongue extended far below his chin. 

“I told you, Nicole,” he smiled. “I ain’t like other guys.”

Lance lewdly flickered his tongue up and down her juice-brimmed labia. He employed a delicate touch at first. He took care not to go too fast or exert a lot of pressure.

“More,” she whispered under her breath.

Lance began to lap harder at her pouty flesh and pulsing tissue. Nicole felt her clitoris swell and pop out of its protective hood. Lance studiously avoided the tiny organ. He wanted to let it grow plump and ripe. His purposeful neglect filled her with an unbearable desire for his tongue.

“Lick my clit,” She hissed. Nicole no longer cared if he was her stepson. She wanted satisfaction.

Lance’s tongue darted upward and batted her clit to and fro for a few seconds.  Nicole’s breath quickened until he backed off. She groaned with mild frustration. His tongue felt so damn good. Lance responded by rapidly flicking her clit a second time but backing off even faster.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Lance chuckled. He wanted to toy with her. Nicole grasped the back of his head and shoved his face into her crotch. Getting the message, Lance stiffened his tongue and thrust it deep into her wet hole. Nicole’s breath caught in her throat as the fluttering tip stroked places not even her fingers could reach.

The teenage superstud slid his hands and arms up her long, beautiful legs until her luscious butt filled his palms. He gave it an affectionate squeeze as she tried to hump his face. Lance tightened his grasp to immobilize her bucking hips and gave his stepmother a great big lick with the flat of his long, wet tongue from her puckered anus to her pulsing clit. He felt her glutes clench with excited tension as the master lover lapped the length of her juicy gash.

After several minutes of slurping and sucking her liquefied cunt, Lance had gotten Nicole really hot and bothered. Her clit began to twitch impatiently. Lance knew the cougar was dying to get her rocks off and he had an extra-special surprise for her. The ladykiller curled the sides of his tongue into a U-shape that created a small channel down the middle. He then enveloped her rockhard nubbin into the groove and began to tug at it gently.

Nicole took long, deep breaths. She couldn’t see exactly what he was doing down there but it felt amazing. Anticipating her climax, Lance tightened his grip on her ass. The oral virtuoso began to jack off her little dickie with his prehensile tongue.

“Oh-mi-god!” she piped up as her hips jerked out of his grasp and she smothered his face with her wet orgasming pussy. Lance could barely breathe but he gave as good as he got. The teen stud buried his tongue to the root inside her womanhood and deftly stabbed her G-spot with the tip. That caused her to squirt a mouthful of cunt juice before she collapsed in a panting, quivering heap.

Lance lifted his head up. His face was completely covered in Nicole’s love goo. Yet he maintained a Cheshire grin.  The young rakehell loved eating pussy. He loved doing that as much as fucking it. While no one would mistake the ladykiller for an altruist, even a cad could have an honor code. When Lance Leo banged a chick, he intended to give her the fuck of a lifetime. And no matter what Nicole thought of him, she would know in her heart that he was the biggest and the best.

The alpha hunk climbed on top of her and closed in for a kiss. It might have lasted thirty seconds, maybe longer. Nicole let her jaw go slack and his tongue slid between her lips. She could taste her pussy on his breath and its flavor unexpectedly excited her. The brunette cougar felt a boldness she had lost in her twenties, a brazen sexuality that lay buried but remained very much alive in the depths of her loins.

Nicole broke their kiss and sat up. She slowly began to pull off her tank top, letting it ride up her body, and holding it in place for a second or two before doing an eye-popping ‘titty drop,’ her triple-D jugs bouncing a few times after they tumbled out.

“Goddamn,” Lance chuckled. “Girl, you just made my day.” The horny teen leered at the buxom brunette bombshell with undisguised lust. He marveled not just at their size but how little they sagged. Lance had seen girls like Nicole on erotic websites that specialized in top-heavy women but never caught one in the wild.

“Take a photo,” Nicole teased him. “It will last longer.”

“Babe, what can I say?” he told her without shame. “I like my ladies endowed.”

“I guess we share something in common,” she murmured while stroking the ostentatious bulge with a fingertip. “Because I like my men endowed.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he winked.

Lance kissed his way down her neck and into the deep fleshy canyon of her cleavage. His tongue snaked around the tip of her rock-hard nipple and he sucked into his hungry mouth. Then he flat-tongued her areola in swift circles until she moaned and her ass slid all over the chaise-longue.  Upping the ante, he plunged his index finger up her juicy twat.

“Fuck,” she panted. Nicole couldn’t believe how quickly her body ramped up towards another climax. Lance kept his lips locked on her nipple as his finger massaged her G-spot. Suddenly, she felt that familiar pressure between her legs like she was about to pee. Her playmate sped up his thrusts. He somehow knew she was about to come.

The room went silent except for the obscene wet squelch of his pistoning fingers inside her cunt.

“Agggh!” she grunted.

Nicole’s quinny positively exploded in Lance’s palm. It felt like he poked his finger into a water balloon until it burst open in a deluge of pussy nectar. The cougar lay there convulsing but the sexual Olympian never quit while he was ahead. He continued to massage her G-spot until she gushed out again. Lance then added another finger while moving in for another deep kiss.

As the teenage Casanova thrust his tongue in and out of Nicole’s mouth in a fuck-like rhythm, he fingerbanged her twat until she spouted juice like a geyser. Her ass flew off the chaise-lounge, dislodging his fingers, and she collapsed on her side before curling up into a quivering ball. Exhausted and breathless, her eyes briefly misted over with tears. The whirlwind of sensations almost scared her in their intensity.

Lance gave her space for a minute or two before pushing her onto her back and climbing on top again. They locked gazes. That naughty grin of his still lingered on his face. “I told you to be careful what you wish for,” he whispered with a wink. His demeanor inexplicably put Nicole at ease. Perhaps because a woman likes a man that knew what to do to her.

Her stepson bestowed another toe-curling kiss on her mouth before his face glided down the lush contours of her chest and navel, into the moist delta between her thighs. His fingers pushed between her labia while and his tongue flickered just above the hood of her clit, readying to strike the pulsing bundle of erotic nerves. Nicole couldn’t believe he was going back to her well for another round of muff diving.

For the next hour, Lance continued eating and licking her juicy cunt, only pausing for short breaks to let her recover from the many orgasms that wracked her body. Nicole screamed and yelled uncontrollably at times, grinding and mashing her hot almost liquefied cunt against his mouth and lips. She marveled not just at his skill, not just at his amazingly long tongue. Nicole marveled at his singular dedication to her satisfaction.

Lance didn’t just dote upon Nicole’s delicious girly parts because he liked her. A woman had to be prepped with an extraordinary amount of foreplay and cunnilingus before he could penetrate her with his oversized fuck-tool. Otherwise, she could not accommodate him comfortably.

Finally, the teen rose up from between her legs. He carefully probed her interiors with his middle finger. Her vagina had tented wide open. Lance was psyched. Nicole flowed like the Amazon River down there.

“What are you smiling at?” His lover inquired with an arched eyebrow.

“Why don’t you come see my room?” He answered. “I will show you my etchings.”

Lance did not know much about etchings. But he did know how to swoop down and pick up Nicole in a bridal carry. She could not help but compare this bodybuilding Adonis with her husband. Bob would have gotten a hernia if he tried to lift her off the ground. On the other hand, Lance conveyed Nicole across the yard with casual ease. Lacking use of his hands, he simply kicked open the door to his pool house.

The teen deposited Nicole on his king-sized bed. It occupied most of the floor space in his room. The space charitably would be called ‘cozy.’ Basically, Lance could sleep and fuck in there and not much else.

Nicole took in her surroundings. Posters of fast cars and fast women had been tacked to the walls. It looked like an ordinary male teenager’s room except for one telling detail. An imposing hundred-count box of Durex XXL condoms stood atop the dresser. Lance dipped his hand in and took one out.

“You buy those in bulk at Costco?” Joked Nicole.

“I’m almost out,” not-joked Lance.

Her stepson stood at the foot of the bed with arms akimbo. His hands slowly dropped to his fly and he unzipped it. In one fluid motion, he yanked his jeans to his knees. Lance wore purple bikini briefs that day. Nicole didn’t like the color but his enormous bulge captured most of her attention.

The briefs had a large pouch that held perhaps a third of his equipment. The rest of his shaft and fist-sized knob extended all the way to his outer thigh, the fabric clinging to his erection in explicit detail. Nicole could see everything.

Her stepson slowly peeled his underwear down his thighs. Without warning, his flesh python sprang out, bigger than any porn star or male stripper.

It wasn’t just the biggest cock Nicole had ever seen. It was beautiful. Like many women, she never found the penis to be a particularly attractive part of the male anatomy. It looked like a prank of nature. The wrinkly skin. The ugly veins. The angry purplish hue of its flesh.

However, Lance’s tool had a statuesque quality. The head and shaft appeared perfectly formed, the flesh so hard that his dick almost took on a chiseled appearance. It had the aura of a pagan deity, a monument to ultra-potent male sexuality. She wanted to rub the organ against her cheeks, lick its underside like an ice cream cone, kiss the crown, and jack the shaft in both her hands. But, more than that, Nicole wanted it plunging inside her body, delivering the carnal satisfaction that she craved all her life.

At that moment, the scandalous risk of sleeping with her stepson had become a mere trifle. As the saying went, Nicole could not choose her family. However, she could choose her lovers. 

Naked for the first time, Lance climbed into bed. Coated in a light sheen of sweat, his muscles gleamed in the candlelight. As he crawled towards her, Nicole instinctively spread her legs. Lance positioned himself between her thighs. He closed in for a kiss but suddenly drew back with a mischievous smile.

“Almost forgot,” Lance chuckled as he tore open the foil to his Durex XXL and slapped it on his erection. While some guys fumbled with a condom, he had sheathed himself in two seconds flat. Fully unrolled, it still left the bottom couple inches of his shaft exposed.

“I need to fuck you,” he murmured. “Have you ever had a guy with a big dick?”

“Yes,” she confessed. “But not like you.”

Lance nodded and flashed a smug grin as if to say ‘of course you haven’t.’ Nicole then felt the tip of his giant prong nestle against her moist outer labia. With just a slight push, he lodged his huge knob into the jaws of her snatch. She threw her head back and sighed loudly.

“It’s been said that diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” he quietly whispered into her ear. “But a ten-and-a-half inch cock ain't bad either.”

Nicole thought about the wedding ring on her finger. It cost $50,000. But Lance was not wrong. She wanted him. She needed him. And she would have him. The expert cocksman would scratch an itch deep in her vagina that had smoldered for decades.

Lance gently rocked his hips in an effort to ease his way in further. A thousand impressions and sensations swirled through the teenager’s mind. In part, he seduced Nicole to get back at his asshole father. The son-of-a-bitch deserved a good cucking. However, his initial thirst for vengeance had transformed into turbo-charged lust. By any measure, Nicole stood out amongst Lance’s collection of playmates. She would be more than a one-night stand. He regarded her as the sort of ‘fox with benefits’ that would be a frequent guest in his pool house.

“You feel that, babe?” he whispered while nibbling on her earlobe. “That ain’t your husband's dick.”

“Oh, Lance!” she cried out, the intensity of her voice startling herself. His vulgar words got her hot. No guy had ever spoken to her this way before. Not just dirty but direct… confident. Nicole offered her body to him without reservation and the first five or six inches of his tool sank in with surprising ease. Nonetheless, his tool stretched her so wide that the shaft rode against her clit as he plunged within. No guy had ever been thick enough to stimulate the tiny organ during penetration.

Nicole winced just a bit as his knob bumped against her cervix. She lifted up her head. He had bottomed out but barely stuck in half his dick inside her pussy.

“Relax,” he told her. “Let me show you something.”

Lance raised up his hips, adjusting the angle of his tool so it pointed downward slightly, and resumed his inward voyage. He wedged the tip inside a small nook below her cervix. Exerting a bit more pressure, he squeezed his crown into the hidden recess. Nicole felt a searing tickle in her anus. The sensation grew by magnitudes until a wave of bliss enveloped her entire body.

“Come on my big dick, babe,” Lance told her. “Do it!”

Lance’s command was Nicole’s wish. Her whole body clenched up and shuddered. He had tapped into her deep spot and the woman experienced her first cervical orgasm. The master lover then slowed his thrusts and gently bumped her hot spot with his knob. Just as she came down from her peak, she felt a second wave lifting her up into the sensual stratosphere. His steady measured strokes were perfectly timed to extend and enhance her climax.

The ladykiller read Nicole’s mind and body perfectly. He knew exactly what she needed and how to give it. Though the housewife shared little in common with the lusty teen, she never felt so connected to another human in her entire life. It wasn’t love, of course. It was erotic pleasure in its purest and most potent form, a forbidden sensation she craved like a narcotic.

Lance himself could not have been more stoked. Cougars like Nicole had no idea what he could do to them. They naturally assumed the teen lacked

the experience to show a lady a good time. He loved proving them wrong! By now, Nicole already knew he would be a stud to be reckoned with but his next move would blow this chick’s mind.

As Nicole came down from her orgasmic high, Lance leaned over and pulled open the drawer to his nightstand. He pulled out a very large Magic Wand vibrator.

“Are you kidding?” Nicole laughed.

“You don’t like it?” He asked.

“No, I love it. I just didn’t expect a guy to own one. When did you get it?”

“After the last one broke,” he told her truthfully.

The magic wand had two settings - strong and strong AF. Lance chose the latter. The room filled with a humming sound. The noise excited Nicole. Lance slowly pushed himself inside of her as he expertly positioned the vibrating rubber head against her vulva.

“You feel that, babe?” he asked, knowing damn well she did.

A softly uttered, “yesssss,” was all Nicole could manage. She felt like her whole body was vibrating like the magic wand. Lance slowly ran it up her labia until it buzzed against her clit. Sparks flew. She heard herself cry out and babble an incoherent string of profanities. Lance lifted it away. The pleasure had grown unbearably sharp.

“Did I mention it would tickle?” he joked with a gleeful smile. Nicole didn’t answer. She tried to catch her breath. Before she recovered, Lance pushed himself halfway inside her. His shaft stretched her wide open again. At the same time, he positioned the wand just above her pubic bone and slowly moved it downwards. Her heart thumped in her ears. Nicole closed her eyes and tried to calm herself.

As the vibrating head lingered and pressed against her supple flesh, Nicole felt a bead of sweat forming on her forehead and trickling down her face. She tried to focus on the droplet and ignore the unswerving path of the infernal device toward her throbbing clit. Nicole achieved an almost zen-like state of calm as the bead rolled down the arch of her nose.

However, the buzzing just seemed to get louder and louder. Nicole finally opened her eyes. Lance no longer had that smirk. It had been replaced by an expression of focus and determination.

“Hold on tight,” he warned her. “This is gonna get intense.”

His words sent a thrill coursing through her body even if no future existed for them. Nicole was beyond any reason, beyond anything but the most elemental feelings of physical passion.

Lance thrust himself to the hilt inside Nicole, squeezing his knob into her cul-de-sac. His knob tapped her deep spot again. She gasped and closed her eyes as an enormous pressure built inside her molten core. Lance then pressed the vibrating rubber head of the wand right against her clit. He pressed it down to maximize her stimulation.

Nicole felt a tremendous surge of bliss detonate from deep within. It exploded in shockwaves that caused her arms and legs to flail and thrash wildly across the mattress.

Lance tossed away the magic wand. He needed both hands to restrain Nicole from rolling off the bed. The alpha stud pinned her shoulders to the mattress and leaned down to kiss her. As their lips touched, tears of joy suddenly gushed out of her eyes. Lance had not expected that. And it touched him.

Even though the teen acquired a reputation as a heartless player, he privately regarded sex as a deeply emotional and almost sacred act.

This was what Lance knew...  He could do things to women that drove them berserk with pleasure. Whether this ability had been divine grace or random luck, nature had blessed him with a remarkable gift. And he eagerly shared this gift with far more lovers than any single man deserved. Yet, despite his promiscuity, Lance deeply cared about Nicole at this instant. He yearned to give her the orgasm she had wanted all her life.

Over and over again, he plunged his tool into her convulsing hole. The cocksman possessed had the aim of an archer and hit her deep spot on every thrust. The strokes were slow and solid. Lance did not need to fuck like a rabbit, not with a ten-and-a-half inch cock. Every part of Nicole’s body shook beneath him as he pounded her.

Lance could hear the slats of his bed frame creak rebelliously from the cougar’s wild and uncontrolled movements. Her fair skin turned beet red as she screamed her lungs out. She peaked early this time but took an eternity to cool off. Her body kept stiffening with aftershocks of pleasure for several minutes.

“Come inside of me, Lance,” she finally announced in a hoarse stage whisper. “Spunk my married cunt.”

Her dirty talk turned him on big time. However, he might have remained in control had her pussy not clamped down on his shaft like a steel trap. Her vaginal walls rolled up and down his length in sensual undulations

Nicole possessed very strong vaginal muscles that allowed her to kegel the fuck out of his dick. Now she wore the smug grin. The cougar bade her time before playing this erotic trump card. 

Lance felt a mighty rumble in his gonads. The tremors surged upward until his entire tool began to shake with a ferocious intensity. Some girlfriends told him it felt like a giant vibrator inside of them. For Lance, it seemed more like the quake of a volcano before an eruption.

“Holy fuck!” he boomed in a voice that lost its customary cool. Every muscle in his body clenched tight. His hips bore down on Nicole with a crushing weight. During their lovemaking, Lance handled himself with a certain grace and agility that belied his gargantuan physique. But he had lost that control and his climax transformed him into a lust-crazed man-beast.

The teen stallion cut loose a mighty roar and pounded the bed with his fists.

Nicole’s heart skipped a beat as the force of his blows shook the mattress. She was in no danger of course but his violent outburst still intimidated her. But, more importantly, it got her hot. She always had wanted to fuck the King of The Jungle.

Lance felt his cock lurch upwards and fire a massive bolt of spunk into Nicole. The first blast seemed to go on forever. He immediately filled up his Durex XXL and the overflow began to drip from the outer ring. The second blast felt even longer than the first. The third and fourth pushed his cumshot into world record territory. The fifth broke it.

Without a doubt, the teen stud lucked out in the orgasm department. They usually lasted at least a minute and this one already pushed two minutes.

Finally, Lance began to cool off. He basked in his afterglow with a big smile. Nothing felt more kickass than a moment like this.

“Babe,” he murmured. “I’m just where I want to be right now.”

“Where is that?”

“With my dick inside your pussy.”

If another guy said that, Nicole might have been offended. But there was a sincerity to Lance that she dug. He didn’t employ any pretense to get inside her pants.

“So are you really just eighteen?” she asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Cause you seem…”

“Experienced?

Lance seemed to have had this conversation before.

“Listen, babe,” he told her. “I ain’t gonna lie. I need to stud with a lot of women.”

“You don’t need to,” she answered with a hint of disapproval. “Haven’t you ever thought about getting a girlfriend?”

“I get one just about every night.”

Nicole stifled a giggle. This dude had game.

“And I’m not the one who got married,” he added.

His words stung Nicole. Lance immediately regretted his remark and tried to soothe her. He apologized through gentle kisses on her mouth and eyelids, her soft brows… the tip of her nose... the fleshy softness of her earlobes. Meanwhile, she felt his hard cock throbbing against her vaginal walls. He rarely went limp between rounds and there would be many rounds tonight.

“I don’t suppose my husband would approve,” she finally declared.

Her tone impressed Lance. No drama. No demands.

“Bob asked me to take care of the house while he was away,” he explained. “So I thought I might as well take care of his wife too.”

Nicole gave him an affectionate slap on the butt. Lance responded by flexing his PC muscle, causing his erection to lurch upward inside her channel.

“I ain’t done with you,” he whispered into her ear. Nicole shivered with a frisson of lust. She wasn’t done with him either. The next few hours crawled until they didn’t. The two of them lay quietly in each other’s arms as if washed ashore from their typhoon of passion. Finally, Lance made a small movement of withdrawal.

“No,” Nicole responded in a barely audible tone, tightening her grip on his shoulders.

“I’ve got to go,” he told her gently but firmly.

“Where?”

“I’m not like other guys.”

Lance made no secret of his desire to share his extravagant passion elsewhere. And Nicole had no intention of caging this superb male animal. Nonetheless, she could not help but feel a touch of melancholia at their parting. The teen stud sensed her sadness and showered her with kisses, both tender and seductive. She soon found herself smiling.

“Time for you to go to bed,” he declared before scooping her off the bed into his strong arms. He kicked open the door to the pool house and carried her into the yard. The morning sun warmed their naked bodies. Lance swiftly brought her to the back door and pushed it open. The stairs led right up to the master bedroom.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he told her. “I know I’m not permitted inside the house.”

“I think I can allow you just this once.”

Lance deposited her on the bed. She lay on the mattress in a naked sprawl. Her lover pulled back the sheets and helped tuck her in like a child. His manner appeared innocent and genuine. Yet Nicole still felt her eyes drawn to the giant limp dong that swung between his legs. His phallus colored their every interaction. If Lance wanted, he could have fucked her on the marital bed right then. But the rogue left her with a chaste kiss... at least by his standards.

“Will I see you again?” she asked, trying to disguise the inherent desperation of the question.

“I think you can see a lot from that window,” Lance told her with a naughty grin before exiting the room. He closed the door behind him.

Nicole stared at the ceiling in the air-conditioned comfort of her new home. She needed time to process all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.  Suddenly, the house began to rumble with the sound of Lance’s Harley. He revved the engine a couple of times and sped off. The motor grew distant. Nicole wondered when he would come back.