Lady Penelope's Cougar Hunt Club 1

Prologue, England, 2026.

It was time for all the heedless young men in England to stand up and be counted. Lady Penelope's brand-new Cougar Hunt Club had been formed, and the four impassioned female members were out on the prowl. They were wealthy, horny, and built to handle any who appeared in their sights--a single-minded group who were now ready and willing to satisfy their indulgences.

First, there was Her Ladyship. Aged fifty-five, it had been her idea to combine her forces with the other like-minded MILFS, who were all gagging for a shagging, and their aim was on those unsuspecting males who were in their prime. Since she had been widowed, she had acquired an insatiable sexual appetite and mostly used her hired help around her mansion for appeasement. The buxom blonde goddess was very rich and very haughty and always got what she demanded.

Alongside her was Baroness Priya Angeli, one of her oldest friends, who was also in her mid-fifties. The Indian born Lady was a consummate slut and proud of it. Although she had two grown-up sons, she enjoyed the company of men between the ages of twenty and thirty. She and the Baron resided in a remote country abode in the Royal Leamington Spa, set on a 12-acre plot of land, and wanted for nothing.

Recently introduced to Lady Penelope was Lady Julia Ann Standing. She was a blue-eyed forty-something with a hefty bosom, a plump backside, and a luxuriant mane of curly blonde hair. At five feet eight, she carried herself well with a straight back and raised chin. She had married Lord Standing for his money, and definitely not for his looks. Lord William was a chinless wonder who had lost half of his wealth not long after he had wed the horrified beauty. She soon fit the bill of a frustrated middle-aged lady of the manor who had been forced to downscale big time, leaving her unhappy and most annoyed at her free lifestyle being so disrupted.

The oldest of the unique club was Lady Petunia De Havilland, although she was not really a Lady; her real name was plain old Deidre Birchwood. The long-legged sixty-year-old had been married and divorced three times. All her life, she had been domineering in and out of bed and was by far the kinkiest member of the group. She had a dyed black short bob to disguise her greying locks and sported an enhanced 34F bust.

From her late twenties, the dominatrix had modelled and appeared in home movies that reflected her odd tastes. Magazines like 'Riding Mistress,' 'Strict Housewife,' 'Dominant Nurse,' 'Bitchy Boss,' and 'Naughty Personal Secretary' were just some of the titles she had stripped off for. She especially loved wearing nylons, skin-tight jodhpurs, spike heels, and leather. Over the years, she had earned an honest three million.

"Well, this is a nice flat and no mistake, Petunia."

Lady Penelope poured herself another glass of champagne and raised her flute to the short-haired Dom. The stately blonde bombshell looked resplendent in her turquoise silk dress.

"Not too shabby, is it?" answered the GILF in a voice that was like chalk to Her Ladyship's cheese. "It costs me ten grand a month to rent."

The party was being held in a three-bedroom, double-height penthouse, overlooking the River Thames, with views of the London Eye and the Houses of Parliament. Set beside Jubilee Gardens, where the river bends past some of London's most recognizable landmarks, the tower block rose twenty stories high.

"Yes, it so isn't you, though? I was expecting chains and whips and bondage tables."

Julia Ann spread her hands as she looked around the sleek and modern flat. The tall blonde mirrored the equally busty Penelope in a lacy, form-fitting dress that showed off an abundance of cleavage.

"I don't choose to live in a dungeon. The BDSM thing is for private purposes."

"So, Penny. A cougar club. Hardly an inducement for any of us, is it? I mean, we can all get laid at the drop of a hat. None of us has any problem there."

Priya shifted on the black leather sofa as she spoke. Belying her age, the olive-skinned woman had slipped into a tight-fitting, short-cut dress that featured an off-the-shoulder top, which somehow kept her bountiful breasts in check.

"I agree wholeheartedly, Priya. But somehow, the mere fact that we can fuck our staff members, or old flames, has lost its charm for me. I desire some excitement, some unexpected scenario that will titillate and thrill."

"True enough," admitted Petunia. "I only need to make a quick call to have any number of willing and paying clients pay me a visit for some spanking and the like."

"Precisely. I've formed this little Cougar Club to use our wiles and seductive ways to get laid. Let's face it, young and virile men are extremely hot, particularly for those of us of a certain age."

Lady Penelope seated herself next to Priya and drained her glass. Julia Ann spoke next.

"It's very true. I love to fuck younger men. I'm a slut, and I'm not ashamed. I have dirty dreams about getting laid by well-hung males, and I wake up with my pussy tingling. I lie on my bed fantasising about big cocks, and then I take out my vibrator and fuck my pussy hard and deep."

"Cougars? Are we cougars or jaguars?" wondered Petunia.

"What?" answered Penny with a raised brow.

"I read somewhere that women in their forties are cougars and become jaguars in their fifties."

"It doesn't matter, and I like the term cougar."

"Or MILFS? Are we MILFS?" added the Baroness.

Lady Penelope huffed and stood up again.

"It's beside the point. We're all experienced, and after some virile young men to get in our knickers, that's the main thing."

"Or women," Priya continued.

"Quite. I've sort of based the theme around Julia Ann's Fantasy Manor, where women of a certain age can live out their sex fantasies without scrutiny. If you haven't been, I urge you to try it. Anyway, to get the ball rolling, I've written down a few saucy scenarios, and we shall all draw one and receive a challenge. We will have one week to accomplish this, and we'll all reconvene here. To prove the success of the dare, we shall provide proof in some fashion. There's no prize to win; it's all in the name of fun."

"May we do as we like?"

"Of course, Julia Ann. The whole point of the club is for sexual gratification."

"So I can use bondage and stuff?"

"Petunia, I wouldn't expect anything else from you. But remember, we're not to pay for anything." The esteemed noblewoman held up a glass bowl containing several folded bits of paper. "Who wants to draw first?"

"I'll go," said Lady Standing and retrieved a paper dare from the bowl.

She opened it and laughed out loud.

"Oh, I like this one. I'm to shop in a store wearing nothing but a fur coat underneath. There I am to seduce and fuck a member of the store staff. Penny, I love it."

"It's a good one. I wouldn't mind that one myself. Next?"

The Baroness was now in an excited state after seeing the result of the first thrilling challenge.

"Super! Find an active fireman and fuck his brains out. That is a challenge."

"Me next," gushed Petunia, grabbing the bowl. "This is different. I have to take my car to an auto car wash and get one of the workers in the back seat while we go through the cleaning process."

"That one will have to be a quickie. The automotive system only takes ten minutes."

"It can be done."

"I'll go now."

Lady Penelope drew a paper and carefully unfolded it.

"Oh, this one."

"Yes? What is it, tell us?"

"I'm to take the Thames boat cruise from Tower Pier to Greenwich and screw a stranger by the time the boat moors. And not in the toilets."

"That might be the biggest challenge yet," grinned Julia Ann.

"And remember, we need proof."

"Well then. With the permission of Petunia, we shall all come back next Saturday evening and find out how we all got on."

"Right. More bubbly, ladies?"

x

Chapter One.

As the adage goes, there are many tunes to play on an old fiddle. There must be something to it, as Baroness Priya Anjeli had a rather hectic sex life and was considered in her prime, even in her mid-fifties. Her husband, the mostly absent Baron, however, hardly touched her romantically. He had cooled off on sex after she had given birth to twin sons, Manan and Manav. Still, it was his loss as the sultry Indian born MILF found solace in the arms of the younger generation.

She and the Baron resided in a remote country abode in the Royal Leamington Spa, in the West Midlands. Set on a 12-acre plot of land, the Georgian mansion boasted an ornamental lake, a pool, and a small cottage located at the rear of the main house, intended for the use of her grown-up sons whenever they chose to visit.

At only five feet five, Priya had a beautiful olive-toned complexion and a voluptuous little body that curved in and out from the flow of her plump buttocks to her small waist. She had a fairly flat belly and full and rounded breasts, which never failed to entice men. For a change of pace, Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson's newly formed 'Cougar Hunt Club' had given her a challenge. A particular daring: seducing an active fireman of the Leamington Spa Fire and Rescue Service. Hopefully, in his sexy uniform. What red-blooded woman could resist such a vision of masculinity?

"Yes, I need a fire safety check on my new cottage. No, one of your Chief Officers doesn't need to attend; send one of your younger staff members. Thanks awfully, I shall expect him at ten in the morning."

That was easy, thought Priya. Now, what to wear?

x

The Baroness had recently overseen the renovation of the decrepit lodge at the rear of the main residence of the Estate. The modest haven sat in a peaceful area close to the bluebell wood. Perfect for anyone seeking some tranquillity amongst serene surroundings. The interior had an open-plan lounge and a fully equipped kitchen. Priya had also insisted on a spacious king-size bedroom complete with its own en-suite bathroom. It was here that the man-hungry coquette planned her seduction.

On the stroke of ten, there came a knocking on the front door, and Priya opened it and peered out at the six-foot-plus fireman. He was big and stood over six feet tall in his full firefighter uniform of a red jacket and hood. The top had elbow pads and yellow reflective stripes, and the bottoms were baggy. He was perfect for what she had in mind.

He looked at the middle-aged woman with the black hair and dusky complexion and stood in momentary silence as his gaze focused on her substantial cleavage that appeared from the deep scoop neck of her pale blue blouse. She was obviously braless as her dark brown nipples strained against the see-through fabric. Nearly a foot shorter than he, even in her black spike heels, she only came up to his chest level. Her white skirt was almost indecently short and covered just the very tops of her thickish thighs.

"Good morning, I'm Alan from the fire station. I've come about your home fire safety visits. Here's my ID."

She looked at his badge and took in his rugged appearance, topped off by fair hair.

"Yes, do come in. I'm the Baroness."

He entered and studied the lodge with a professional eye.

"I'll get right to it."

Priya seated herself in an armchair and watched the youthful chap go about his business. With an acute mind, she had raised the temperature of the central heating, and within ten minutes, Alan was sweating profusely. Time for phase one.

"My dear man, you look so warm in that coat. Why don't you take it off?"

Alan was on his knees checking the wall sockets and looked up, a tad embarrassed.

"I would normally, Milady. But I didn't bother wearing a shirt underneath."

"Is that all? Alan, I'm old enough to be your mother. Don't be shy, go ahead."

He stood up and removed his jacket to reveal his bare torso. Priya sat up in her chair at the sight of his powerful chest and biceps, and his rock-hard abs. He had two suspenders linked to the belt of his baggy trousers, and the horny vixen fought to restrain herself from dragging the suspenders over his broad shoulders and tugging his pants down.

"Heavens! Aren't you a looker?"

"Thank you, My Lady. It's a tough job, and no mistake. Keeps me fit and on my toes."

"Would you mind terribly if I took a picture of you?"

Priya pointed her mobile camera at the bemused man, who shrugged, and she captured his topless state. She let him continue his task as she grew increasingly restless and wanting. He mopped his brow when he was done, and he took a swig of water from his hip flask. The wanton aristocrat rose from her chair and handed him a Kleenex. She remained silent as he wiped his chest in front of her. Lewd stirrings made the MILF step up to phase two.

"Is there anything else I can do, My Lady?" he asked in all innocence.

"Oh, Alan. Thank you so much for coming out so early."

"Not a problem."

"I suppose you'll be off back home to your wife?"

"No, I'm not married."

Priya stared at the tall fellow as he shuffled in front of the voluptuous minx, and she tilted her head.

"Are you alright? You seem a little nervous."

"No, I'm fine."

She held his hands and thumbed his fingers.

"You have cold hands. Funny, isn't it? You being a firefighter."

"I'm... I'm not..."

"Do let me help you. You've done such a good job."

With eyes fixed directly on his baby blues, the saucy mare hitched up the hem of her skirt and then removed her knickers ever so slowly, kicking them away once they met her heels. She kept her skirt hiked up to her waist, and Alan gawked at her trimmed bush of black pubes. She reached out to take his right hand.

"Here, warm your fingers in my honey pot."

She guided his right hand to her snatch and held it firmly against her pussy.

"Go on."

The man gulped and inserted two fingers inside her overheated vulva. She groaned as he tentatively fingered her, still not believing the situation.

"Oh, mmm. Yes, further. Get right in there. Fuck!"

The Baroness threw her head back in bliss and placed her hands on his shoulders as she teetered on her high heels.

"Oh, that feels nice. Keep stoking that fire."

With his palm pressed to her mound, Alan probed and toyed inside her pussy.

"You have such a firm touch. You're as strong as a bull."

"My Lady, I really must be going."

Alan stepped back, and Priya sighed as she unbuttoned her blouse.

"Are you a tit man?"

"What?"

"Do you like women's boobs? You've been staring at mine since you walked through the door."

"I have? I meant no disrespect."

"None taken," she purred as she placed his hands on her massive globes. "I do like being admired by younger men. I'm not forcing you to stay; you can leave anytime you want. Do you want to go?"

Alan felt his dick stiffen, and his resolve weaken.

"No, My Lady."

"I didn't think so. Touch my tits. I don't mind."

He stared hard at her rack and caressed the very tops of her large mammaries with the palms of his hands. Then he slowly traced back and forth over the rounded outer hills of flesh to that point where their swell ended on the flatness of her sternum. Priya sighed softly as he hefted her boobs and let them fall so that they jiggled nicely. In the next moment, he boldly fed her left tit to his mouth and sucked on the hard tip. He passed his hand under her right breast and sucked and bit on that nipple as well.

"Good man."

She moved a hand to his groin and outlined his burgeoning package beneath his uniform trousers. Her pussy was moistening delightfully as she warmed under the delicious sensual influence.

"Take down your trousers," she said urgently.

Alan willingly dragged his trousers and pants down to his black boots, and his eight inches of glorious coiled manhood sprang up to all of its glory.

"I just knew that you would have a big dick."

His remarkable boner looked capable of boring holes through walls, she thought to herself. Priya seized the thick shaft and began to wank his length, starting at the base and working up to the tapered head that appeared from its cloak of foreskin. All she could think of was having this throbbing cock ramming in and out of her wet cunt.

"Come this way," she said and led him by the hand to the bedroom.

Here they were, both stark naked except she in her heels, and he in his oversized boots. The curvy minx lay on her back, and the ripped firefighter inhaled the rich scent of her womanhood as she splayed her legs. Without any words, the tall fellow moved over her and knelt between her meaty thighs. With eyes locked on hers, he ran his helmet through her pubic hair in search of her slippery entrance and flexed.

"Fuck me, damn you! Do it!"

He thrust slowly inside her, and as he pushed in all the way, Priya pulled her legs back and pressed her calves along his flanks. They both grunted as she held onto his shoulders and braced herself. Alan stared down, taking in the full bosom of the older woman as he quickly picked up the pace and rammed into her with gusto. She allowed herself to be swept away by his youthful passion, and she happily thrashed underneath him, her heart pounding and her pussy leaking.

"Oh god, you're filling me up! Keep going, lover. Keep going!"

His powerful bulk rose and fell like a metronome on top of the grateful Indian bitch. His rigid cock slid into her to the hilt as his unbridled passion consumed him. They fucked like this for a good four minutes until the busty female whispered in his ear.

"I want to ride you. Let me get on top of you."

He relented and left her with a gaping fuck hole. Priya rose and straddled him in reverse cowgirl. She reached down and raised his wetted cock and rubbed the tip on her clitoris.

"Oh, god! That is so good!"

With her left hand on his taut right thigh, she lowered herself, sinking onto his pole inch by delightful inch. For a moment, she held herself motionless to savour the fullness of him, wallowing in the sublime sense of having her cunt filled with dick. When he was all in, the Baroness rested her rump on his lap before beginning to move up and down on him. She was wild with desire as she slammed down on the younger man. She transformed into some crazed feline slut, hell-bent on draining his full balls.

"Lovely, lovely!"

The mature woman fucked him furiously and frantically, her hips rotating in manic circular motions. Her hair whipped about wildly as she shook her head, and she came on his dick.

"Goodness me!" she shrieked, throwing her head back in a state of absolute bliss.

Her love juices lubricated the cock of the well-hung fireman, and she squeezed her fleshy thighs together as she welcomed her climax.

"How about like this?"

Priya yelped as the brawny youth picked her up with his dick still embedded in her cunt and deposited her on the bed on all fours. Looking straight ahead, the wanton MILF felt the stud push in hard and pick up where they had left off.

"Oh, my!"

Alan shifted on his knees and fucked her furiously with rapid strokes. His hips rotated in circular motions as he drilled her with his all. Her cunt was so wonderfully slick, it felt like fucking hot apple pie. He made more frantic thrusts, and she climaxed again, way too worn out to last any distance. He felt his cock swell, and he pulled out so that he could ejaculate over the vast expanse of her fat rump. He sent huge arcs of cum that fell in splatters across her quivering, big buttocks.

"Splendid show! I think you've put my fire out!"

Priya immediately got up and used her mobile phone camera to capture the shot of the beefy man panting and dribbling cum from his twitching dick.

"That's one for the family album."

x

The garage was empty, as Lady Petunia De Haviland idled her 2024 Nissan just by the automated car wash. It was relatively early, and the dyed black-haired sexagenarian saw only one soul toiling away. Luckily, he looked barely out of short trousers, which was just how the incorrigible bitch liked her men. Young and ripe for the picking. He must have heard her pull up, as he looked up to see her gleaming red auto.

Petunia opened the driver's door, and as she emerged, he was caught up in a vision of black. The driver was a mature woman with short, tousled locks and scarlet lips.

She was tall. Very tall, in fact, and most of that height was in the legs. She was slender but with a regal frame, and she approached him in skyscraper heels. She wore the flimsiest black dress, with a plunging neckline that displayed oodles of cleavage.

"Are you open?" she asked as she mentally undressed the twenty-year-old chap.

He looked at her and nodded. The older lady pointed to the car wash and asked him if it was in working order.

"I'd like the full wash, my dear man, but I'm a bit nervous about the process. Would you be a star and sit inside the car with me?"

"Sure. It doesn't take long."

"What's your name?"

"Rick."

"Alright, Rick. I am Lady Petunia. You may address me as My Lady, or Milady. Is that understood?"

He nodded and got into the driver's seat, and she sat directly behind him.

"How does it work?"

"First of all, we drive into the bay and stop on the roll-over belt. Once it starts, the car goes through several steps. We gradually move forward as the machines soak the car from various hoses, and then high-power nozzles spray a solution all over before the cleaning brushes scrub away the dirt. The last step is to dry your car with warm air blasts."

"So, you don't actually drive."

"No, we just sit here for ten minutes."

"Right. Say, could you adjust the seat headrest?"

Rick reached back and up with his right hand, and the GILF quickly grabbed his wrist and cuffed it to the hook under the pillow.

"OI!"

His left hand came up instinctively to attempt to free his secured right, and Petunia attached the other cuff to that wrist so that now he was shackled with his arms above his head. The wash sprayed the car, and the windows became obscured by running water.

"What's the bleeding game!"

"Hush, we only have ten minutes. I have many fetishes, you see. I prefer sex with a touch of perversion. Does that make me a weirdo?"

The puzzled young man struggled in his seat when the woman climbed over into the front and sat beside him. She unzipped his jeans and retrieved his prick, which she began to jerk into some stiffness.

"You're fucking nuts!"

"Silly boy. Don't you fancy a quickie? Look."

Petunia lifted the hem of her dress to show him her shaven snatch. His eyes widened, and his cock twitched in her palm.

"I'm suffering from some vaginal dryness, and wondered if you might help me out?"

She promptly lowered his seat so that Rick was almost horizontal. He was further stunned when the older woman brought her crotch to his trembling lips. She settled on his face and bobbed up and down lightly. Cautiously, Rick extended his tongue and slid up and down the length of her bald slit. He was unable to move his arms, but his bared lower body undulated in abject excitement as he licked all along her pussy flaps.

"That's the way, please continue."

She squirmed on his face, and he had to inhale through his nostrils, which flared and snotted. The throbbing of his exposed cock took on new urgency as the wanton bitch reached back and wanked him to full erection. The soapy water splashed the windows as the car lurched forward on the conveyor belt. Lady Petunia shunted to and fro as Rick's tongue slid inside her hot cunt, and as he pleasured her, she popped her gigantic tits out of the deep neckline of her dress.

"You're doing fine. How long have we left?"

Rick was well up for more pussy licking, but the woman eased off so that he flicked out at thin air.

"That was so nice," she said as she raised his seat upright.

She knelt on the floor mat at his feet and dragged his jeans down to his Doctor Martin boots.

"Look, there's another car waiting behind us. Let me go."

"In time. My, isn't your cock big now? Here."

Rick stared at the twin monstrosities that were enormous and topped off with thumb-sized erect nipples. She laughed as she squashed them all over his face, burying his nose in the vast depths of her awesome cleavage. Then she moved her boobs to his groin and captured his rigid pole between those two globes of flesh.

"Watch and enjoy."

With his arms still over his head, Rick shifted in the seat and duly began to fuck the impossible channel she had formed with her tits. She mashed both breasts together, making a willing prisoner of his thumping hard-on. As he pushed up, she eased down, allowing his cock head to burst out at the top like a periscope.

"Fucking hell!"

A sloppy, suctioning sound came from within her homemade tunnel as she tit fucked the man with glee. The rocking from side to side of the car added to the wild sex act. Rick wallowed in every squeeze of her tits, completely engulfing his prick.

The woman kissed and sucked on his knob as it appeared, and then bided her time as it disappeared back down in between her large jugs. He moved faster as he settled into a groove, pushing more of his cock into her mouth each time he fucked her tits. She grew more and more excited as she felt the passion mount.

"You're going to, going to make me..."

"Cum?" she chuckled as she tit wanked him with a ferocity that amazed him.

He erupted then and tugged on the cuffs as he unleashed a torrent of cum. Petunia held her breasts tightly around his cock, and bent down with her open mouth in time to catch a mouthful of hot semen. She sucked loudly as she captured his bell end and swallowed his load. Then, she spat it all back out again and duly bathed her chin, as well as spewing goo all over her mammoth boobs. Petunia released his spurting hose and jerked him off in the palm of her hand until he was spent.

"Lady, you're fucking mad."

"Mad about cock, perhaps. Ah, the car is cleaned."

The satisfied GILF adjusted her dress and, in her own time, took a picture of Rick still cuffed and dribbling semen. She uncuffed him just as the wash ended, and he got out on unsteady legs.

"Rick? What the bloody hell are you doing with your pants down!"

"Mister Edwards! She... she..."

Lady Petunia started the motor and drove off with a cheery wave, admiring how clean the car was.

x

Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson studied the pictures taken by Petunia and Priya and smiled. The Cougar Hunt Club had reconvened at the London flat of the dominatrix, and all four members listened to the stories of the two ladies.

"Well done. This is a good start for the club. Sounds like you both had fun."

"I recommend a fireman's hose any day of the week," said the Baroness with a smug grin.

"I must remember that," quipped Lady Standing as she looked at the photo of the naked firefighter.

"Julia Ann. Do tell us how your adventure went down."

"You recall it was my task to go to a store with nothing on under my fur coat and seduce a shop worker on the premises. Well..."

End of part one.