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.

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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 3^rd 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 o