Mrs. MILF, Ch. 05

Mrs. MILF, Ch. 05

A Leg Up

On Friday afternoon at my appointed time, I arrived at The Bountiful for my interview with the dreaded Mrs. Cobb. As the concierge and I approached Mrs. Cobb's office door, a slightly pudgy young man with shoulder-length dark hair emerged from her office, Mrs. Cobb close behind.

"Then it's a date!" she told him cheerfully, "Seven o'clock in the lounge."

The young man nodded, smiling at her. He was clearly smitten and only gave the cute concierge and I a passing glance as he left. Mrs. Cobb clearly had cast her spell on him. No self-respecting male would ignore both a cute thing like the concierge beside me or me unless another female had already worked her magic on him.

Mrs. Cobb's soft smile turned to a scowl when she brought her focus to bear on the poor girl charged with introducing me.

"Mrs. Cobb, this is Tammy Toole, one of the contestants in the-"

"Yes. I know who she is, Rita," she snapped.

The poor girl cringed a little more, gave me a sympathetic glance and withdrew, leaving me alone under the woman's cold gaze. Mrs. Cobb's face instantly softened and she smiled warmly at me.

I was shaken. Mrs. Cobb was not at all what I expected. To begin with she was smiling and much friendlier than both Ted Pappas and Peter had led me to expect. Both of them had told me she was tough as nails and hard as armor plate with women and preferred speaking with young men most of the time. Peter had personally witnessed her bring a waitress to tears over a simple mistake in a drink order. Even the concierge at the front desk of The Bountiful, an attractive, mature lady in her own right, cringed and wished me good luck as she showed me to her office.

The second part of my shock was in how striking she was. No one had mentioned how gorgeous she was in person, though I knew she had been the first Mrs. MILF. She was the first. She had set the standard. And she had certainly set the standard very high.

Mrs. Cobb was short - petite, really, in most ways. I may be a bit taller than most women at five feet nine inches, but I was easily a head taller. I could see why she wore four-inch heels. She moved with grace and exuded both beauty and an exotic aura of glamor that I was positive could stop any red-blooded man, young or old dead in his tracks and leave him weak in the knees.

"Tammy Toole," I said, and thrust out my hand to her with the warmest, bravest smile I could muster.

Mrs. Cobb stared down at my hand as if I'd offered her a dead fish to hold and paused a beat before taking it and answering in a halting voice, "I'm always hesitant to shake another MILF's hand. I never know quite where it's been." Then she turned and added, "Come in, please."

I did a quick study of the nameplate on her office door as I entered. It read "Mrs. Dora Cobb - New Member Relations and MILF Coordinator." Following that quick glance, I trailed along behind her, using the opportunity to check out her appearance further. She was definitely a beauty, with a head of thick, long, perfectly styled, ash blonde hair. The most remarkable quality about her as I followed along was her ass. I don't want to sound like a lesbian, but Mrs. Cobb's ass was put on this earth to command men's attention. Her skirt hugged every curve and was short enough to cause a minor stir among the male population. But it was most definitely the round swell of her ass and broad hips as they swished and swayed from side to side that received all my attention. Even I felt the urge to cup those quivering, undulating cheeks and savor their warmth. Her ass wasn't over large, though. It was simply eye-catching, lively and her most prominent feature. And she knew it too.

Mrs. Cobb slipped behind her desk and motioned for me to sit. She was every bit as gorgeous when she turned to face me. She beamed an absolutely huge smile at me as she sat and even continued smiling as she pulled a folder from the tray on her desk. I was shocked. Peter and Ted had both warned me they had never seen her smile at another woman. She just didn't show the slightest bit of goodwill or warmth toward members of her own sex. Period. But here she was smiling a massive smile at lil old me!

"Forgive me for being so short with you out in the hallway," she said in a warmer voice. Everything about her behavior seemed to have changed now, once the door to her office was closed and we were alone. "You see, I have a reputation to uphold, and while it's true I don't tolerate the presence of just about every woman I've ever met, you are one of those women I think I may share a lot in common with. That is...," she said tapping a long, tastefully lacquered fingernail on the folder beneath her fingertips, "If everything in these reference letters is true."

"The reference letters? You have them already?" I was surprised. Sammy and Simon must have both burned the midnight oil to get them written and submitted so quickly. I suspected Peter may have helped things along too.

Then panic set in. What if the boys had said the wrong sorts of things about me? What if they had given this lady with so much authority over the contest the wrong impression or maligned me in some horrible way? My face must have shown my worry, because she spoke up immediately.

"Oh, you don't need to worry, Tammy - I hope I can call you Tammy - you've earned my respect already! The way they speak of you and the fantastic experiences you've given them make me jealous, and I've done some pretty wild things in the course of my life too. You should be very proud of your accomplishments with these two young men. How old are they now?"

My jaw dropped. Mrs. Cobb was not the person I expected at all. Sammy and Simon must have laid it on pretty thick to impress her like this.

"Well, they're my son's age. But can I read those letters, if you don't mind?" I asked.

"Oh sure, but tell me one thing - exactly how many college boys were in that motel room? And what possessed you to go on Spring Break with the three college studs? And how did the policeman get involved?" She was letting her excitement show. And it took more than one question.

"I guess that was a pretty memorable road trip," I told her, a little shaken by what was either her curiosity or reverence or, possibly it was just simple astonishment at that lovely trip to Fort Lauderdale with Peter, Simon and Sammy during their college years. I could only hope they had left all mention of Peter out of it. I didn't want to jeopardize his job, even though he had been the real ringleader.

I didn't get to read the boys' letters until a day or two later. I was here to be interviewed by Mrs. Cobb. When I did finally read them, I learned just how big my impact on their lives had been. It made me rather proud of myself. I really was a MILF.

It took a few minutes for Mrs. Cobb - Dora - she practically demanded I call her that when no one else was around - to settle down so that she could resume the interview. By then I already knew I had received her seal of approval.

In the course of our hour together I gradually grew not only to appreciate her for her beauty but for her uncompromising standards. Mrs. Dora Cobb had been the first Mrs. MILF. That had been fifteen years ago. I estimated her age to be almost sixty. She certainly did not look sixty. She was mature, extremely sophisticated and savvy enough about the ways of the world to know where she fit in. She had set the standard by which all future Mrs. MILFs would be measured at The Bountiful. Dora Cobb had devoted her life to protecting the reputation and the traditions of the MILF at The Bountiful.

According to Dora, any female who threatened to cheapen the value and importance of a MILF became her enemy. That seemed to include most of the contestants in the Mrs. MILF contest.

"Most of the middle-aged women who enter this contest do it for one of two really shabby reasons: First, they need the money, the prizes and a nice place to stay, or second, they're afraid of growing old and they need young men pawing at them to make them feel young. I've seen plenty of both," she told me flat-out after several minutes of the most pleasant conversation. I was actually enjoying our time together. I was having a hard time imagining this lovely woman as the hard-hearted, distant, aloof stone monument Peter made her out to be. The two of us had so much in common.

Out of the blue Dora paused in our talk, looked me in the eye and announced, "Of course you know you have my full approval as a Mrs. MILF candidate."

"Thank you," I said with a nod, "I'd forgotten this actually was an interview. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed a conversation this much!" I told her with a giggle.

Dora laughed and agreed, "This has been nice, hasn't it. The only thing I've missed more than a nice chat like this is taking a sweet young eighteen-year-old's cherry!"

I don't know why, but the mention of a virgin coming from this beautiful, sophisticated lady's lips set me to laughing and I couldn't stop for a minute or two. The image of this exquisite lady seducing a young man was both unexpectedly comical and intensely arousing in the filthiest of ways. As my laugh slowly faded away and I was able to read her expression better, I understood just how sincere her fondness for the sweetest, rarest of male delicacies was.

"They are the sweetest!" I told her when I was able to speak again.

"Lordy, but it's been so-o-o long since I've had a sweet young cherry to pick!" she told me wistfully, then added, "I'll bet your two young friends, Sammy and Simon were most appreciative."

I decided to take a chance and be more open with her. "Well... There were actually three of them, not two. You know the other one already. He was my first - and oh, what a first!" I couldn't help myself and I shuddered a long, satisfying shudder as I remembered how intense that first-ever orgasm with Peter had been.

Dora looked me right in the eye, puzzled at first by my nearly orgasmic behavior. Then suddenly, it was as if a light switched on for her. Her expression changed to one of happy conviction. "Now I know what it is we have in common. You taught him well, didn't you? You taught all three of them well, didn't you? You put in a lot of long, hard sweaty hours with them, didn't you?"

She was silent for a long beat before continuing, "But some young men are just more, um - talented than others though, aren't they? I'll bet Peter taught you a thing or two, didn't he?"

"Peter?? How did you know it was Peter?" I was flabbergasted. I hadn't expected her to figure it out, at least not so quickly.

"Well, it wasn't that hard. I mean, we only just met so it would have to be someone here at The Bountiful and there are only so many young men for you to meet here in such a short time. I figure he would have to be a good-looking stud too. Peter is the only fellow who fits the bill. I have to confess that I envy you. I've been attracted to him ever since he came to work here at The Bountiful but he won't give me the time of day," she told me, then paused. A look of regret washed over her and she added, "What I would give to use his lap for a trampoline! You are one lucky MILF. And you were the one to take his cherry and give him all the lessons a young man needs to start his sex life properly."

I didn't have the heart to tell her how alarmed her hardline approach to all the other women at The Bountiful had been for him. I looked Dora over again. She was easily ten years older than me but every bit as gorgeous now as she had probably been in her time as the first Mrs. MILF winner. She looked, for lack of a better word, forlorn. I was sure there was no shortage of hale and horny young men in the club who were more than willing to tickle her fancy. She was in charge of charming and entertaining every new member to The Bountiful. The club was bustling, so she had to be keeping busy and relating extremely well with new members.

No, Dora's mournful state had more to do with the severe shortage of young virgins in her life. Earlier in her life as a MILF I was sure reducing the male virgin population had been the lifeblood of her existence. Seducing them, encouraging them, training them in the finer points of providing pleasure to a woman were fundamental, integral motivations for a MILF. I know deflowering, then educating first Peter and afterward, Bart's other two friends had been a heady, deeply rewarding experience for me. I was certain Dora felt the same and she missed it. She and I shared so much in common. We were both MILFs.

The misery I sensed in Dora called out to me and I wanted to help her. The scarcity of virgins I couldn't solve right away but I could do my best to set things right between her and Peter in short order.

"Dora, is it against the rules for us to go out to dinner together?" I asked abruptly.

"W-well, I don't think so... at least it shouldn't be. I don't have a vote in the contest and my only role is to verify that you are a qualified MILF and you are definitely qualified."

"In that case, I'd like for you and I to have dinner tomorrow night, 7:30. I know from earlier that you have plans with a new member later. Do you know where Callico's over on Dequincy is?" I was being rather direct with her but I had hatched a plan and time was of the essence.

"I can find it," she replied with a smile.

"See you there at 7:30," I called to her as I left her office.

* * * * *

The rest of my evening and the next morning were taken up in clearing the way for the contest. I called my boss, Mr. Penney and my bartender friend, Jackie to arrange a meeting on Monday morning. I was pretty certain the two of them would hit it off.

Next, I called Peter and invited him to dinner at Callico's. I did not tell him who would be joining us. I invited him to join me fifteen minutes before Dora was to arrive. I reasoned that Peter would be more likely to stay and hear us both out if he had a drink in hand when Dora made her appearance.

There were other arrangements too. I took the liberty of placing a couple of help wanted ads on online bulletin boards where I thought some strapping young high school graduates in need of a rewarding summer job might find them and crossed my fingers. Some of these things I was doing seemed risky but if they paid off, several people could reap the benefits - including me.

I texted Dora next morning and asked her to dress as provocatively as she dared.

She texted me back very quickly, "Oh, I always do, dear!"

That evening I was seated in Callico's with Peter across from me. I made sure he had his back to the front door.

"Well! This isn't quite what I expected, Dora snorted. She was standing at the side of our table with a smile that was impossible to read.

Peter and I both looked to her at the same time, startled. At the same time, I realized a silence had come over our little corner of the dining room and recognized the cause immediately. Dora, diminutive as she was stood before us like a brightly blazing beacon in fiery form-fitting orange. Adding to her arresting appearance of course, was her figure. A trim waist, the lush ass that commanded attention, her smooth, lightly bronzed skin which contrasted subtly with the sharp orange of her dress all screamed quietly, yet insistently for the attention of every man in the room. To crown her stunning appearance, Dora's dress plunged almost to her navel in front. She may have had a bit of breastwork done. She was, after all, in her fifties, but it was obvious that all were invited to feast their eyes on her two perky, high orbs and imagine the fullness and heft of them in their palms. I was certain she had to take great care to keep from exposing a nipple tucked just barely beneath the crisp edges of the linen material.

"May I sit?" she asked when the two of us, still gobsmacked by her presence, failed to speak.

"Damn, girl!" I blurted out, "You sure know how to dress for success!"

Dora's smile became a bit more nervous as she settled into her seat. Peter looked shocked, even now, but at least he wasn't trying to leave.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a very enjoyable meal for both of you," I told them when she was settled. I could tell both were not comfortable with one another, but I pressed on.

"So, it's good to see you away from The Bountiful, Dora. And I can tell you're both surprised to be here together. But you two have so much in common and you don't even realize it!"

Both remained silent, though they each stole quick glances at the other now. I wasn't giving up.

"Dora, did you know that Peter here has a deep and fiery fondness for older women - MILFS, cougars. You know, hot, beautiful mature women like you and me."

Silence from them both.

"And Peter, did you know Dora here dearly, sincerely, deeply loves the companionship of virile, strong young men."

Still, silence from them both. I decided to be more direct. The sources of their distant behavior were at the root of this silly silence and in spite of this they had so much in common. The two of them should have been tangled up together in a steamy, delirious writhing knot like a pair of boa constructors in mating season.

"I suppose it wouldn't matter to you, Peter that Dora here has good reason to be so hard on other women and that if you gave her a chance to explain you might not mind so much," I said, speaking as sharply as I dared in a public place.

After a moment more of silence I turned to the hot number in brilliant orange sitting bolt-upright in the chair to my left. "And you, Dora! Do you know why Peter avoids you even when you give every signal you can muster to get his attention? It's really quite funny to me when I think about it."

This last jab caught their attention. Both looked directly at me for the first time. "You scare the crap out of him. His words, not mine. And you run off his help too."

Dora blinked and glanced at Peter for the first time since she sat down. "Do I? Do I, really? Is it because I'm so hard on the staff - the female staff, anyway?"

She seemed hurt and shocked by this revelation. I saw too, that Peter was looking her in the eye for the first time. He nodded his agreement with me.

Dora took a moment to let this shocking news soak in and then, to my surprise, she began to apologize instead of defend her behavior. "I never realized my hardline attitude had that effect on you. I never meant to scare you. I just have a hard time accepting the attitudes most young women have concerning men and their own place in the world. Most of them are bimbos and don't have the slightest clue about their own potential."

"But you run them off before they can figure it out!" Peter countered.

Success! At least, Peter and Dora were talking to each other. Our server arrived, took our orders all around, and fortunately, both ordered a drink. By the time our food arrived, both had finished their first drink and ordered a second one. They were warming to one another more quickly and more deeply than I could have hoped.

Following our main course, we sat talking. Dora had explained why she was so hard on other women and Peter had slowly accepted her reasoning, though he did beg her to go easier on the help from now on. Both were enjoying the effects of their drinks by now so I wasn't sure how well their agreements over their differences might hold up tomorrow when the effect of the alcohol had worn off.

What became apparent as the aftermeal conversation continued was the increasing contact between the two of them. More than once Peter placed his big hand on Dora's slender shoulder and gently caressed it. The third time he got a bit careless - or perhaps it was intentional, I don't' know - but he slipped the strap of her dress from her shoulder. Her nipple slipped free for us both to see. Dora glanced down at the pert strawberry peaking out at us but didn't immediately move to cover herself. She did giggle, however as she slowly shrugged the strap back up and tugged the bit of orange material back over the swell of her boob. It gave me the chance to learn her light bronze tan extended over her entire body. I also discovered Dora had the firm, sprightly breasts a twenty-year-old would have killed for.

A couple of minutes later Dora leaned close to Peter to laugh at one of his jokes. She placed a hand on his leg beneath the table - at least I think it was on his leg - and suddenly let out a short whoop. Her eyes opened a bit wider as if she'd made an important discovery. Her hand seemed to linger on his leg, or whatever it was resting on, for a long time before withdrawing it.

The two of them spoke more intimately and confidentially with each passing minute until I'm sure, they had forgotten all about me. This didn't bother me in the least. It had been my hope all along to help these two resolve their differences and reach some common ground. Watching them whispering, touching and giggling in a world all their own meant I had done my part. All this pair needed now was a quiet room with a large, sturdy bed.

I called our waiter over and asked for our check. After paying, I gently interrupted their enthralled conversation to let them know I would be heading home now.

"Oh!" Dora answered distractedly, and turning to Peter she suggested, "Then I suppose you and I ought to go back to The Bountiful for a drink or something."

"Or something," Peter replied vaguely, his hand under the table now caressing Dora's knee or thigh or... something.

I rose to leave ahead of them and Dora stopped me, pulled me down to whisper in my ear, "Good lord, but I'm grateful for all you've done tonight! If things go the way I hope, you should look for an email from me tomorrow afternoon. Consider it my way of thanking you, you MILF, you! Thank you!"

My last glimpse of the pair was of them scurrying to a car in the parking lot as I pulled away.. I smiled at my success. I was positive they would be spending the rest of the night reconciling their differences in a heated string of give-and-take brawls that would lead to total agreement between them.

I went to sleep that evening pleased with my success even though I expected none of it would likely benefit me. The email Dora had promised did not arrive in the afternoon as she had promised. I kept checking for it though, and was rewarded with a 'ding' on my computer as I was preparing dinner. Opening it completely changed the remainder of my evening. I skipped dinner altogether.

It read:

Thank you, thank you, thank you!! I would have sent this to you earlier, but Peter and I slept in this morning and I had a lot more editing to do than I expected. We were busy all night long.

The Bountiful has a state-of-the-art video/sound and editing system installed in my apartment. You will use the same sort of system when you create your "Free style" video. It is amazing, as you will see. The system is just one of the many benefits that come with having so many young 'tech' millionaires as members of The Bountiful. These young men really do love their gadgets and their technology. They invented a lot of it! It's a shame I didn't have all this tech gear around when I became Mrs. MILF. It would have been so much fun!

Anyway, Peter and I have a lot in common. You'll get to see that when you click on the link below. Hope you enjoy the video half as much as Peter and I enjoyed making it.

I am sending you this in the hope it gives you some ideas for your own 'Freestyle' video. I hope this gives you some ideas.

And one thing more. You won't be able to share or copy this link. The wizards working for The Bountiful took care of that too.

Dora

I clicked on the link without thinking. It was a mix of curiosity and excitement that drove me. Immediately before me on my screen were Peter and Dora, each of them wearing nothing at all. I assumed they were in her living room by now and both were intent only on arousing and pleasing one another.

Dora was on her knees, happily, slowly working Peter's lovely cock into her mouth as far as it would go. Suddenly Peter reached down, hooked his big strong hands under her arms and snatched her up. Her lips made a little popping sound as his cock was snatched from her mouth. It surprised me to hear the popping sound so clearly. I didn't know where the microphone had been placed but it was picking up everything. She had an expression of disappointment on her face, but not for long.

Peter's big love muscle stood poking up like coat hook. Poor Dora was little more than a ragdoll in Peter's muscular grip. He dangled her ass and splayed legs over his cock for a few seconds, then dropped her onto it. He forced his entire length into her in one sharp thrust.

I let out a little groan as I watched his brutal thrust. Peter had never been that fierce during any of our lovemaking. This seemed more like a rape to me.

Dora threw her head back, shrieked with the shock of so much cock filling her all at once and locked her hands around his neck. Her scream didn't seem to bother Peter in the least. With his lance still impaling her, he calmly slipped both big hands under her fit little ass, lifted it up several inches and slammed that helpless little pussy of hers back onto his steely lance. Dora shrieked out again. Peter took up a steady, punishing rhythm at Dora's opening. Aside from shriek after shriek from this hot little MILF, not a word was spoken. I wondered how such a kind and caring young man could punish a beautiful and sophisticated woman so mercilessly. He used his strength to lift her lithe, almost elfish body until his cock was nearly freed of her straining slit, then he would let her fall back against his belly with a slap.

As Peter slammed her onto his cock for the fifth or sixth time it suddenly dawned on me that Dora was cumming! She may have been experiencing some pain. After all, that was an awfully big and mighty cock thrusting away inside her refined and dignified little twat. But she was definitely cumming and probably had been from the very first shock of Peter's cock inside her.

Peter carried on with all his strength, apparently blind to his partner's glorious plight. Dora's orgasms showed no signs of ebbing. Suddenly, after less than three minutes, Peter let out one single, soft groan. It was the first sound he had made since they'd begun. He froze, his full length buried inside Dora, their bellies joined as one. Peter's entire body began to tremble. Still, he held her to him for dear life. Clearly, Peter was cumming now too!

Peter was so strong and Dora was so slight that as orgasm rocked them both they took to shuddering and teetering as one. The scene might have been comical if their all-consuming orgasms hadn't been so completely mesmerizing. After pivoting on one foot, stumbling slightly and turning his back to the camera Peter managed to settle peacefully to the carpet with Dora still bolted tightly to his lap. Dora's slender legs were wrapped comfortably around Peter's waist and they clung to one another like frosting on a cake.

There was no loss of focus in this video. I watched and the camera shifted downward with them as they settled to the floor. This video system was amazing! It was able track their movements and stay trained on them as they moved. I didn't know where the microphones were placed either but they were picking up every groan, every whimper and, I swear at one point later in this night-long sex-fest I could distinctly hear the sloshing, gooey sounds of Peter's thick young pillar pistoning in and out of Dora's sopping wet little pussy.

The couple were just getting started. Once they caught their breath Dora muttered, "That was lovely, simply lovely! You showed what you're capable, young man. And now that you've got that first bit of excitement and lust out of your system I expect you to entertain me until you're prepared to pound some more sand in my rathole. I expect a great deal from you, young man. A great deal."

Dora's words were encouraging but stern. She reminded me of the way I spoke to my son Bart when he was young and I was teaching him to ride a bike. Riding his bicycle down the driveway and stopping safely at the sidewalk was quite an accomplishment for a six-year-old but it was by no means the end of his lesson. The same was true for Peter now. Bringing his lover and himself to a sudden and mutually satisfying climax in a matter of minutes was a fruitful first step but I could tell Dora was looking forward to much more from this promising young stud.

"But!... But!" Peter sputtered and then squirmed and shifted against the MILF nestled snugly in his lap before adding in a most surprised voice, "Dora! You are unbelievable! How do you manage that! I've never had my dick squeezed like this before! How can you do that?"

"I'm so glad you like!" she almost squealed, her bottom twitching and bouncing slightly in his lap. I could tell she was pleased but I couldn't tell why.

"You work out to stay in tiptop shape and so do I. I have the tautest, strongest pelvic floor muscles I can have. Why, I can squeeze a tube of toothpaste empty with my pussy if I want to. Do you like having me clenching your dick like this?"

"Yes! It's unbelievable! I didn't know I could get hard this fast! How you do that?" he asked in shock.

Peter started to lift the spritely MILF from his lap but she stopped him.

"Don't you dare take that big sweet thing out of me! You must never rob a MILF of a perfectly wonderful erection!" she scolded him, then added with glee, "Ooh! I thought this would be fun, but not this much fun! Now take me to the bedroom, honey. And hurry!"

Peter began to ease forward while Dora threw her arms about his neck and held on more tightly with her legs. Only the sheer strength in Peter's muscle-bound body enabled him to rise up to a standing position so easily. It was a wonder to behold as I watched him rise so easily with Dora still impaled on his cock. Once on his feet, Peter set off down the hall. He lifted and dropped her taut little ass with each step he took.

"That's my Peter!" I thought to myself, "I trained him right and I gave him the experience that prepared him to deal with such a demanding MILF."

Peter set off toward the bedroom and for a moment or two I thought this might be the end of their video. I was very wrong about that.

The scene faded out to the shocked sounds of Dora's squeals as the pair disappeared down the hallway. A second later, the video faded in on Peter and Dora, still locked in their loving embrace, but seated now on the edge of her bed. Peter had stopped impaling her over and over. Dora was speaking and Peter appeared to be listening intently, though he was devoting a lot of his attention to tormenting her big round nipples and caressing her in all the places a woman finds distracting.

"Now, since this is our first time together and because it really is long overdue for us to be getting acquainted like this, I wanted to find out what sort of lover you might be. That's why I let you take charge. You certainly have impressed me so far with your intensity and your devotion to my pleasure," she told him, then sighed contentedly.

I really do think Peter's attentions and his affection for her were slowing her thoughts. Still, she pressed on - and so did Peter.

"I'm sure you know I'm recording this. You don't mind, do you?"

After kissing her long and tenderly on the lips he replied, "No. I know how this works."

"Then you won't mind if I share this with Tammy?" she asked, trying her best to make it sound like a threat.

Peter smiled, "I think she'd love that!"

"And... And... why is that?" she asked hesitantly and a bit more vaguely now.

Peter released the nipple he had been gently rolling between his fingers, looked her in the eye and told her, "Because most of what I know about pleasuring a woman I learned from her. I think she would be pleased - and proud of me too."

He was right. Being witness to Peter's conduct in this heated affair with Dora and their conversation brought a tear to my eye. Peter truly cared for Dora, just as he cared for me.

"Mmf!" Dora gurgled, throwing her head back and looking for all the world like she was resisting the urge to cum again. Peter appeared to be winning in this little contest of wills. Still, her hips never slowed in their slight, almost imperceptible fluttering movements in his lap. Dora had no intentions of allowing that lovely erection inside her to wither away. I knew all too well how heady Peter's stiffness could make a gal feel and for an instant I was jealous.

"So - you were saying you wanted to find out what kind of lover I am. How am I doing so far?" Peter was twisting her nipple once more, as well as softly stroking her shoulder and neck. He leaned in and nibbled at her earlobe before pulling back and asking, "Do you need to know more?"

It took a few seconds but Dora managed to straighten in his lap, look him in the eye and struggle to answer, "Well - well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt if you laid back on the bed so I can ride you like a bucking bronco, would it? I mean, it would be a terrible waste for me to let such a lovely erection slip away. Besides, my pussy is just dripping with your goo already."

With that, she leaned into her lover and forced him to lie back. Peter cooperated by inching his way to the center of the bed. Again, the camera shifted focus with their move. Or maybe it was a different camera altogether, I wasn't sure. There certainly had to be many cameras placed in the room for such an amazing video to be possible. Dora drew herself up into a crouching position above him, never losing the grip her pussy held on his stiff pole.

She took a deep breath and as she prepared for her next step, Peter thrust his hips up sharply. I could hear their bellies slap with the force of it.

"Mmf... You naughty young man!... Do that again and I just might cum all over your prick!" she wheezed.

Peter answered her by following up with two more sharp, deep thrusts. "There's nothing more beautiful than a MILF having a nice, big, splashy orgasm!" A moment later, when Dora remained frozen in place, seething like a teapot about to boil. He grinned and taunted her, "What's the matter? Is your bronco too rough a ride?"

Dora fought the urge to cum but I could tell she was on the verge of abandoning all resolve. Peter had quickly taken charge of this little rodeo. She groaned, threw her head back, clenched her jaw and let fly with a string of curses that were most unladylike.

Peter grinned and challenged her, "Through with your bronco ride now?"

Dora's head snapped to attention and with her jaws still clenched she hissed, "Not by a long shot! Just lay back and learn!"

With that, Dora began to roll her hips like a woman possessed. She would take several long, slow pulls on her lover's cock, then settle on him and smear her quim all over his belly as if she was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before picking up with her rough full strokes over the length of his hot poker again. She would speed up her stroking, then slow suddenly, withdrawing all but the fat head of his cock, before crashing down hard on his belly again and again.

Dora seemed to have gotten her second wind. Peter lay motionless, but panting hard beneath the jarring slap of her smooth-shaven belly against his.

Dora slowed the roll of her hips to a steady, driving pace and asked, "Well, have I broken you, my big, brawny bronco stud?"

This time it was Peter who was slow to respond. "Un-n-g!" was all he could manage.

I had never really thought of sex as a competitive sport. Then again, I'd never witnessed a man and woman so perfectly matched for fucking as these two. I wasn't watching a porn video. I was witnessing two highly sexual beings eagerly trying to best one another. It was early in the contest, but I suspected this skirmish might end in a draw. It would certainly not be decided any time soon. The two of them might just need a rematch.

Dora sat up on his belly and ground her pussy into Peter slowly several times and paused, "You can cum now, Peter! Cum inside me! I know you want to." She grunted with each churning swirl of her cunt and stroked one of her pert breasts and twisted at the nipple. Either she was a far better actress than I gave her credit for, or she was on the verge big pleasure herself.

"No! You go first! Cum for me, honey!" Peter practically shouted at her.

A panic-stricken look came to her face and she blubbered, "Wha-? What? You're supposed to cum for me!

"Well, I'm not ready to cum but I know you are. You can cum now. Cum like a geyser for me, dear! You're a MILF and MILFs are made for cumming!"

Dora grimaced, uncertain what to think or do.

To drive his point home, Peter grasped her about the hips with both hands and began to lift and drop Dora's seething little twat on his cock.

I'd never seen a struggle like this before. Peter's strength and willpower appeared to be succeeding.

"Ga-a-a-h! F-fucker! S-shit-t-t-t!" Dora half-squealed, half-cursed.

"That's it, sweetheart! Cum for Peter! Cum like you mean it!"

Peter began to lift and slam her shuddering ass down on his cock and he began to chant over and over, "Cum!"

Dora had no choice in the matter now. She became a seething, quivering head-to-toe orgasm. Her torso and head set to wobbling and twisting and bobbing like one of those inflatable dancing men my car dealer has out in front of his car lot. She was a goner! Peter hammered away at her for the longest time and all the while she whimpered and cursed and bobbed, powerless to stop him and totally overcome with her own pleasure. Her orgasm, or perhaps orgasms were a marvelous thing to behold. Even Peter was so amazed at her all-consuming pleasure that he simply stopped his chanting and stared at the petite fuckdoll bouncing out her full-throttled ecstasy atop his cock.

Watching Dora squeal her way through all this had a profound an impact on Peter. I could tell he was nearing his own boiling point. I'd gazed into his eyes, glazed over with lust as he spilled his goodies into me too many times not to know he was about to explode.

"I'm going to cum now!" Peter barked out seconds later, then abruptly slammed Dora's ass against his belly and held it tightly to him.

Suddenly Dora's eyes flew open wide and she straightened up atop her bucking bronco. Peter was erupting inside her. All that creamy goodness exploding in her womb appeared to have a sobering effect on the MILF.

"That's it! Give me everything you've got!" she shouted out with glee. She sat straddling her lover motionless - well, except for the shudder of her hips with each blast of his cum.

I couldn't have been any prouder of Peter than I was at that moment watching him pour all of his heartfelt man-sauce into his lover. He had won this struggle, though I couldn't say Dora had suffered at all in this first little skirmish of theirs.

Half a minute later Dora simply collapsed, falling forward on the brawny chest beneath her. All of this frantic activity had lasted little more than an hour. The two of them rested like this for I don't know how long because it faded out to black and when Peter and Dora reappeared, both had wet hair and Dora's makeup had been removed. They must have showered together because they both still showed the telltale signs of freshly toweled skin and slicked down, but uncombed hair. I'd showered a time or two with Peter and knew what this look meant. I was disappointed not to be witness to their shenanigans in the bath because I'm sure they performed like scandalous devils in there as well. Dora told me later that bathrooms had too much moisture and steam for the cameras to work well there. Dora apologized to me for not being able to film in the shower because Peter and she had done some rather amazing things there. She hinted that Peter had surprised her by how long he could hold his breath. That bit of news left an instant wet spot in my thong. Peter had done some things to me that required him to hold his breath for long periods too. We'd used my pool and not the bathtub, though. Peter had impressed me so much that I had tried to have him certified as a diver. It turns out, muff-diving doesn't qualify.

When this dirty-minded duo reappeared and the video started again they both behaved like sex-starved hellcats. I've never seen a man and a woman so obsessed with arousing each other. They remained competitive about it too. Dora may have been dwarfed by this handsome bodybuilder but she was able to compensate with her experience and clever ways. No sooner had they emerged from the bathroom than Dora was able to take Peter's manhood up into both hands, turn him until his back was turned toward the bed and edge him backward. When he struck the bed she pounced. His sausage disappeared into her ready mouth; she wriggled between his legs and gobbled down his entire salami. Granted, Peter was not erect yet, but she had every intention of changing that very soon. With her mouth filled she looked Peter in the eye and let out a merry but muffled, devilish laugh.

Dora had him now and she knew it. A new camera angle picked up Dora's still damp platinum blonde hair bobbing slowly in his lap. Dora must have had several camera views to choose from because this was a much better angle now that her face was buried in his lap. It also implied that she had done some editing. As I watched Peter's entire length sliding back and forth between Dora's sweet lips for the second time I realized two very important things: First, Dora really, really knew how to suck a cock, and second, if I wanted to win the Mrs. MILF contest I would need to edit the daylights out of my freestyle video performance. I secretly suspected Dora had sent me this video so that I could learn from it. I started to make a mental note to thank her but then I realized it was lil ol' me who was responsible for putting Peter's big sweet dick between her lovely lips in the first place. Maybe we were even.

"Ga-a-ah!" Now it was Peter's turn to mutter and grunt. He sounded like a bull rutting away in a heifer. When I was able to catch a glimpse of his darling young face with his jaw clenched tightly and his head thrown back in total rapture I knew he was about to empty his balls of everything he had to give.

Dora knew it too and showed no signs that she intended to dodge the bullet.

"Oh! Cu-cu-cumming! C-c-cumming!" Peter grunted out in warning.

Dora already knew and did not flinch from her duties as a MILF. Her lips crashed down upon Peter's pube-covered belly. She clasped his hips in both hands and hung on for dear life. Peter helped by pressing both his hands to the back of her head and holding her in place.

Peter exploded. He shrieked and bellowed and made all manner of fierce, vulgar grunts. When his eruptions had finally petered out, he released her head.

Dora came up sputtering and gasping and gulping all at once. Her eyes were watering but clearly, she was pleased with herself. There was one small dribble of white sauce hanging from her lower lip and she made a show of swiping it up, then carefully licking it off her finger.

"Next time you can shoot all your hot stuff over my face if you want. But this time I just had to taste you," she said, smacking her lips with relish, "Just as lovely as I imagined!"

Now, maybe - just maybe I will disappoint you here by not going on and on in intimate detail concerning Peter and Dora and how they carried on that night. They certainly didn't get much sleep and it was after midnight before the video ended and I went to bed. Their performance was so riveting that I skipped dinner and watched it through to the very end. The video lasted for nearly four hours and I'm sure Dora didn't include all of the good parts. Almost four hours of hot, riveting, no-holds-barred sex captured on tape left me with a much clearer idea of what it would take to win the title of Mrs. MILF.

When the video ended and I was left staring at a dark computer screen, my pussy was moist and my clit tingled with envy. It slowly began to dawn on me what a priceless gift Dora had just given me. Oh sure, it made my heart swell with pride to see Peter displaying all the knowledge and intimate understanding of a woman's pleasure I had helped him develop. But far more important - and I was sure it was the reason she had shared this video with me - she had demonstrated the power of The Bountiful's video technology and editing capabilities. With so much of the membership judging the contest based on the Freestyle video, she was giving me an invaluable leg up in the contest. All I had to do was come up with a filthy enough scenario to demonstrate my true MILFiness and then use the lessons Dora and Peter had just given me.

Let the contest begin!