How Aunt Marsha, a cougar in heat, stalked prey at her nephew's wedding weekend.
Reclining on the balcony of her rented condo, looking out over the ocean at first light in the eastern sky, Marsha had now been awake for 24 straight hours.
Last evening's activities started at the rehearsal for her nephew Donnie's wedding. She was pleased to have been asked to do a reading at the wedding. Donnie's father, Mike, was Marsha's plder brother, to whom she was especially close.
Just last year she and her husband traveled the 400 miles to this resort town on the ocean, where her brother and his wife owned a business and raised their 3 children.
The occaision then was Donnie's graduation party. She was so proud of him for not only graduating with an engineering degree, but he had also played for the football team. Two or three times each year they had seen him play on T.V. Even her asshole husband was into that.
Of course, he couldn't be talked into making this trip, even though Marsha was a part of of the ceremony.
As the sun was getting ready to pop above the horizon and burn off the morning mist, Marsha was dreamily recalling the amazing events of last evening. She hadn't even gotten back to this magnificant 5th floor rented condo until 2:30 or so. Sleep was not on her mind then, or now.
After a few run-throughs of the ceremony, dinner was on the agenda. There she got re-acquainted with several of Donnie's friends whom she met last year at the graduation party. She also met a few new guys, all of them looked to be football teammates of Donnie's, and only one year removed from being in fabulous condition. All were broad shouldered and obviously buff. Some were gorgeous cute, some lacked model's handsome faces, but all were young, virile and probably expecting to get some action on this wedding weekend.
Marsha was an attractive woman. She carried 150 pounds very well on her 5'6", 42 year old body. It looked nice on her, with ample tits, wide, sexy hips, and a quite attractive, if also ample ass. She had a beautiful face, spectacular big white teeth, and pulled it all together by carrying herself with confidence earned partially by her business success, as well as by her knowledge that she still attracted universal male attention with her good looks.
Her husband was still quite attentive, even though they both had strayed from their marital vows on many occaisions. Only about half of those violations were known to each other. Make-up sex had always been astounding when either's infidelities had risen to the level of needing to be dealt with. Marsha was a well-fucked, beautiful woman, here for the wedding by herself.
Marsha's mind would not permit sleep to come. Rather, she replayed in glorious detail the events of last night. Events which had ended less than three hours earlier.
Shortly after dinner, Donnie and his bride-to-be and their parents disappeared quickly, probably to go to another smaller celebration somewhere else. This immediately left Marsha as the most mature of those remaining. She was drinking lots of free booze and enjoyed the upbeat banter with these young people.
Sexual tension was in the air. She may have been the only person in this patio-like area who didn't have a specific plan to fuck a specific partner later on.
As the night wore on, she was aware of of becoming progressively more drunk and much freer to spice her comments with vulgarities and sexually suggestive language.
At a certain point, it just seemed natural to accept and reciprocate a lusty kiss slapped onto her lips by a massive spacimen of a young man to whom she had been talking for a while.
They were off to the side in a rather secluded setting, with oversized furniture and huge plants. This setting, together with her alcohol level, put her in the mood to go along with the young man's insistence on feeling her tits and grabbing her hot ass.
He, or she, it didn't matter which, pulled down and threw aside his pants. This left his cock pointing straight at her. She reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties. Either she handed them to him or he grabbed them from her before they were tossed aside. She never did get those panties back.
Events quickly, and rather unceremoniously, progressed to Marsha being empaled on his marble-hard cock while he remained standing. Her legs were splayed over his forearms and out to the side.
His hands gripped her ass and hips. She held on to his bull-like neck as he bounced her up and down on the full length of his impregnating device as if she were a rag doll. Marsha, even after her recent loss of 17 pounds in preparation for the wedding, still weighed damn near 150. She had never been manhandled like this. He handled her full body weight so effortlessly.
Her reproductive tunnel was being used as a means to pleasure his cock. As she was being tossed up and down, she loved the feeling of hitting bottom each time her cunt came down fully to the hilt of his missle.
She remembered the chisled muscles of his chest, and the broad expanse of his shoulders, but nothing of his face. She knew she was only a piece of meat and she loved to be used so masterfully that way.
When he came it was as if he had shot the contents of a full milk bottle all the way to her womb, flushing her insides completely in a warm whiteness.
Many guys had fucked her to repeated orgasms before, but having her cunt so effectively used as a cock glove for this brutishly strong guy's pleasure was a new kind of orgasmic experience for her. Her first orgasm quivered through her as his face twitched slightly and he momentarily paused with their pubis hair mashed together.
As he continued tossing her up and down on his spear, she had an amazing string of strong quakes shudder through her body. This thorough meat fucking ended as he gently lay her down on a large sofa with her legs spread wide apart and her cunt a sight open to the world and emitting the odor of her sexual heat. Thus, stud #1 was done with her.
Stud #2 materialized and was attracted to the smell and sight of her obviously being in heat. He first slurped away at her cunt as her own juice mixed together with copious amounts of white fluid injected by the strong man oozed from her hole.
She grooved on the feel of his tongue on her cunt, but she burst into flame when he moved up and kissed her on and in her mouth, smearing her chin and cheek with the wetness transferred from his face, which she could see included some white droplets of seed from stud #1.
This second guy, except for the wet kiss that had every sexual nerve ending in her body on red alert, dedicated himself solely to bearing down on her from on top with a ponderous weight and thrusting into her with such a tremendous force that she was powerless to do anything but allow a seven mile long freight train load of orgasms run through her willing body.
Never had she experienced such a total domination by power and weight as from her second visitor. Her pussy had never been pounded so hard for so long as this!
Whenever he was done with her body, a blonde, very handsome guy began kissing her tenderly, but insistently, about her neck and ears. His hot breath mesmerized her into a state of sexual ecstasy.
She may have been in some level of dreaminess under his spell, but absolutely woke up when he laid her on her left side while he straddled her straightened left leg and lifted her bent right leg to get access for him to insert his manhood into her, by now, double slick cunt.
She was liking the fucking he was giving her cunt when he, without breaking stride or rhythm, slid his cock into her ass with not even offering an "excuse me" or a "may I?" Her ass had entertained visitors before, but always after negotiations involving words like "careful" and pleadings for gentleness.
His cock had no friction at all. Coated with a mixture of the cum from the two different studs as well as her cunt juice, it was the perfect guest in her happy ass. Stud #3 did surprise her by asking permission to dump his load in her backside. Marsha then surprised herself by requesting that he, instead, allow her to clamp her lips around his cum dispenser so she could taste his seed-rich creme. He graciously granted her request.
These things Aunt Marsha ran through her head as the sun gained height in the eastern sky. She wondered if she would even be able to recognize any of her three lovers at the wedding. She wondered if any one or all would proposition her for a repeat mating at the reception. She pondered whether this experience would be one that she would tell her husband about, or just keep it all to herself.