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Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1

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Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1
The Summer of '77 Changed My Life.

Based on

a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



Way back in

1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it
having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have
to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of
Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a
successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It
had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation.

I guess I

should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue
eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics.
I knew I was bigger than my friends, but none of the girls I knew were aware of
that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do
with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet
disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the
females of the species.

My best

friend throughout school had been Rick Bateman. Rick had joined the Navy after
graduating, and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said
that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and
asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me.

"Todd,

go on over to Olivia Bateman's and give her a hand with her pool."

I rang the

doorbell and she let me in.

"Thank

you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy."

"Not at

all Mrs. Bateman," I replied. "Just listening to albums."

"That's

nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?"

"Oh

yeah! They're awesome!"

She led me

out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool.
"With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now; I'm here alone,
and I would rather hire the maintenance done." She gestured at the pool.

Since Rick

had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves.

"No

problem," I said. I'll take care of it."

She went

inside and I set to work.

Amazingly it

wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now
their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised.
She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June.

Looking back

I can say Mrs. Bateman was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy.
Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair
was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I
acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years
old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick
for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from
cancer.

As I stared

she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked
over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was
waist-deep.

"I just

love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying
someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me, Todd?"

"Umm; I

guess so." I automatically answered.

"Wonderful!"

She turned

over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned
and swam back then faced me again.

"Well,

Todd?"

"Huh?"

I stared at

her big tits as they floated in full view.

"Are

you coming in?"

"Uh;"

"Todd,

when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her; you really
should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said
as she cupped her breasts.

Okay, as I

said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or
confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and
dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my
nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in
front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed
me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did
too; and reached down to grasp the thick rod. No one had ever done that. I
almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful
she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment.

"My,

you are blessed, aren't you, Todd? Why aren't the girls all over you?"

I blushed.

"I...uh;"

"Oh? Really?

You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here,"
she patted the edge of the pool, "sit up here. I want to visit Mr. Todd
for a while"

As I sat on

the pool edge she spread my legs wide, then toyed and stroked my cock gently while
smiling at me.

"Such a

nice, big cock." she said.

Then she

kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She
sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm. I reclined back and rested
on my elbows. In no time, I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but
she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth.

Mrs. Bateman

didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking
cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would
do that. Of course, all I knew was that:

 you touched a girl,

she got wet,
you got hard,
you stuck it in,
thrust until you came. Period.

I truly knew

no more than that. I had a lot to learn.

Mrs. Bateman

finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock.

"What?

Did that surprise you, Todd?"

"Yeah;

you just;"

"Swallowed

your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some
don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before."

I shook my

head.

"Well, I

like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we
start fucking."

My eyes

popped.

"Oh

yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck
you today, and if you're good enough, all summer long."

She took my

hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again,
slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be
gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them.

See I loved

big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation with big
knockers, and two of my slutty classmates had let me see and touch them. One
had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big,
beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the
same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I
squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled.

"Boys!

Every one of you are titty-crazy! Come sit on the 3rd step up. I'll
sit below you. Now wrap your arms around me and let my tits know how much you
like them"

I was giddy

with enthusiasm and soon I had her nipples poking out firmly.

" You

just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!"
She said and laughed, as she leaned back against my chest. But a minute later
she spun around to face me, kneeling, and pulled my face to hers and kissed me
again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had
allowed only a few French kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Bateman also
began to fondle my turgid cock again, and when I was good and stiff, she
climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the padded double chaise lounge.
She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy.

I followed

and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and
warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my rather thick cock and
coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of
her.

"Oh

god, Todd! That's it; nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so
good! Yes, yes; that's it; oh so good, oh so good!"

We fucked

nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She
laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep.

"Go

ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!"

I couldn't

hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her.

"God!

Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned.

When I had

finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the chaise. Mrs. Bateman began to play
with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing
it all over her pussy.

"Not

bad;" she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum; but you need training
and practice. If you keep quiet about it; this is going to be an amazing summer."

Mrs. Bateman

and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents
were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin.

The next day

Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom
and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored.

 

 

I would

arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of
the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest
rooms, even Rick's room, with the Eagles latest album playing on the stereo.

 One

day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73
Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and shiny satin blouse,
and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking
wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her braless
tits out. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted
encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back
with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she
played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out
and wash it.

Oh and she

insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Bateman, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia
or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from
becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up
behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling
on her neck I would whisper.

"God,

Mrs. Bateman you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so
bad!"

"Oh

Todd," she would reply, "if you insist."

She would

bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before
slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths.

"Oh

Mrs. Bateman, that feels so good!" I would moan.

"You

feel good too Todd. such a big thick cock!"

Then after

pumping into her cunt for a while.

"Oh

Mrs. Bateman, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Bateman!"

Sometimes

she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once
she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the
front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled.

"I'm

sorry Mrs. Bateman!"

"That's

okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked
on her fingers. "But this dress; come help me change."

This went on

almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was
sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were
fucking at least three times a day!

I learned to

be a good fuck, of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great
kisser, a skilled cunnilinguist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay,
physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her, knowing that the journey to
her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just
minutes after hers.

It was

thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with
her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of
ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every
Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in
heaven.

Man, was I

wrong.

Overnighters.

July 1st was

on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I
didn't, of course and Mrs. Bateman came up with the ruse that one of her
renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint, and prep it for the
next renter that week.

Mom was

upset, but Dad said it was a good experience;

 and I

was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would
call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Bateman instead came over and spent the
night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my
bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep.

This was the

first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to
sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body
pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning
woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get
some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine
across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to
come over at four with an overnight bag.

Discrete with Diane.

When I

arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes
450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the
side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Bateman
sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Bateman was in her favorite
wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in.

"Ah,

here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she
made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels
she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender
than Mrs. Bateman with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress
was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer
I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage.

Diane traced

the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my
surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I
felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she
stepped back, she grinned.

"Oh

yes, he'll do nicely."

She kissed

me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her
back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't
going to turn it down.

She broke the

kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the
stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there
grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken.

Mrs. Bateman

stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me.

"What's

going on?" I asked.

"Oh

Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her
brains out. The same way you fuck me."

"What?"

"Yes,

she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she
wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no
questions!"

"She

wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes,

don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you,
suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?"

"Umm;

Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking.;"

Mrs. Bateman

smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please
her, like I know you can. Think of it as practice."

She swatted

my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Go."

I knocked on

the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was
standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from
her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to
let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin
of her bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she
tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola
large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips
round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed.

"Your

turn," she said.

I stripped

and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed
and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight
hair.

"I'm

told you have a talented tongue; Show me."

I started

with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up
her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing
rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of
fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on
pleasing her as Mrs. Bateman had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her
hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices
confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her.

"Oh

god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!"

I slid my

knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A
few thrusts and I was all the way in.

"Oh my

god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted.

I held it

deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes.

"Fuck

me!"

I started

thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my
elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her
tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She
gasped.

"Oh

god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!"

 

 

I sat up to

catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of
her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Bateman usually either
played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually
watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and
spreading it over her pussy.

Diane was

watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I
slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her
pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was
soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked
faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried
out,

"Oh

Fuck! Gah!"

My cock was

hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent
thrust.

"Ah! Oh

Fuck!" she screamed.

I could feel

her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again.

Diane

grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I
started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then
thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my
hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers.
Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously.

Diane was

gasping, and moaning, and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I
had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with
desire, and passion, and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but
finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out,
watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy.

At some

point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back
and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her
head. After a minute, her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and
pushed the hair from her face.

I laid down

and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and
I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off.

I was

awakened by Diane, stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the
bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She
gently toyed with my flaccid cock.

"That;

That was amazing."

"Thank

you." I softly replied.

"I; I,

uh; I came, uh; I came a lot. I've never; had that happen, that intense, that;
long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take
another session like that."

"So we

take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with
it.

Diane smiled

and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her
pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy, and
slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and
I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow
pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering.

Who was she?

I couldn't recall exactly where I'd seen her, yet she did seem familiar. She
was admittedly sexy, yet mature. I guessed she was in her late thirties at the
most. I felt like she was a trophy wife, she had that air about her. The
realization that I was probably fucking somebody's wife didn't upset me. If
anything it made me feel special. Damn lucky in fact. And if she wanted to meet
again? I knew I wouldn't turn it down.

Mrs. Bateman

suddenly leapt into my mind. What was going on? Why had she allowed me to fuck
this woman? How did they know each other? Was she indeed going to continue to
fuck me after this? And if I could fuck only one of them, which would it be?
Diane whoever-she-was was amazing, yet Mrs. Bateman had those huge tits and
loved to suck my cock...

I was jerked

from my musings as Diane leaned down and kissed me. Her tits pressed into my
chest.

"God

dammit Todd! I can't stand it! Fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me
cum!"

I grabbed her

hips and started thrusting in and out. Faster and faster as she rocked forward
on her knees. Her tits were in my face and I began to suck one. I squeezed her
ass and pounded her pussy. Diane screamed into the pillow a minute later.

"God!

Yes! Ah!"

I wanted to

finish, to cum again, but I wasn't sure how much more it might take. Diane
ended it for me, she slid down hard onto my cock and squeezed me tightly with
her arms, legs and pussy. She held me tightly as she quivered for a minute or
two, then slowly relaxed. She stayed on top and my cock relaxed inside of her.
Finally she rose up and looked in my face.

"God,

you are so good!" she said and kissed me.

"I, I

have got to stop," she muttered. "I don't want to...but I'm so
sore."

Slowly she sat

up and rolled off of me. My cock plopped wetly from her pussy. She bent and
kissed me again.

"Damn,

you're a good lover. But I need time to heal after a fucking like this."
She admitted.

She stumbled

into the bathroom, taking her dress with her.

I lay there

feeling awesomely happy. After a while Diane came out of the bathroom. She was
dressed and composed. Only her smile gave anything away. I sat up.

"Will I

see you again?" I asked.

"Look,

if you do see me, anywhere except in this room, you must ignore me.
Understand?"

"Yes, I

get it. But you are coming back then?"

She paused,

then grinned, "Oh dammit Todd, that was the best sex I've ever had! Of
course I'm coming back!"

She kissed me

again and left the room. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mrs. Bateman
was there. She smiled at me and then looked at the wet, crumpled sheets. She
reached out and wiped up some of the wetness. Holding her hand to her face she
inhaled deeply and grinned.

"I love

the smell of hot, wet sex," she said. "Call me sick if you want, but
it turns me on.'

She walked

over to me and gently caressed my cock.

"She

didn't break you, and it sounded like you pleased her. I'm proud of you Todd. I
knew you'd be a great fuck."

She pointed

to an envelope on the nightstand. "That's yours."

Curious, I

opened it. Inside were twenty dollar bills, I quickly counted them.

"Two

hundred bucks?"

"Yes,

that's all yours."

To be

continued. Based on a post by Sel
Wync Dog, for Literotica

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