Pro-football player likes the ladies, in this case a hot black cougar

Being a hotshot football player back in High School had its advantages. The advantages being all tha babes I wanted.

Not that it always came easy. Sometimes it did. Girls my age – even College girls – would make a move on me before I even set my sights on them so it saved me some work.

What wasn’t easy was picking up mature babes. That was my big passion back in those days. But I found it difficult to talk to those 30-something and 40- something babes.

One of them was one of the ladies from church. Her name is Helen B. I didn’t know Helen’s age, though she had to be at least in her thirties if not forties.

Helen was a major babe. She was black, very short, and had really big tits. Just my type.

Unfortunately I didn’t have the nerve to hit on her. And it’d also occurred to me if I did, it was likely she’s reject me. That’s a lot for a teenager to take.

Helen was nice enough. She’d talk to me but never knew I was a football hero. I felt no need to tell her, I don’t brag about it.

It was eating me up that I wasn’t fucking her. But it was worse when I was around her. When I wasn’t, I was fucking the hottest girls my age, so it provided distractions.

Then I went away to college, four years out of state. I became more of a football star and when it came that time for the draft pick, I not only got picked I had no problem getting signed to the team close to home with a long term contract, something the team’s owners never have regretted.

So I was back in the old neighborhood after College, got my own place, and I was regular at church.

Helen B was as nice as ever. And still hot.

She knew I was a pro-football player but treated me like a regular guy. I liked that.

I still had the hots for her, and I still like older women, but I was having fun with a lot of the Black teenage girls at church. My tastes had shifted slightly in the past ten years or so.

It wasn’t until a few years back I found out Helen was married. I never knew. He never came to church, I never heard her talk about him, and neither did my mother or the other church ladies.

I still didn’t know how old Helen was. Late forties, early fifties i’d’ve guessed. And she took care of herself. Helen wore a lot of outfits – not necessarily expensive or overtly sexy – that showed her busty, slim figure. I found out from one of her friends she was serious about exercise. An hour on the treadmill ever morning, and that was just to start her workout.

I kind of teased Helen about. She had a good laugh. “We older ladies need to stay in shape!” She announced to me.

After Helen told me she was upset she found out her gym would be closed for a few days, they needed to make some repairs.

“I work out at home myself,” I told Helen. “And I have a pretty decent gym. You’re welcome to use it anytime.”

Helen took me up on my offer and came by the next morning and we worked out together.

It was hard to keep my hands off of Helen. She looked so good in leotard and tights… Not only did Helen have a huge set of DDs, her butt was huge, too, wide and firm. The things I’d like to do with her butt [not to mention other parts of Helen’s body]…

I made it through the morning, and unfortunately her gym reopened the next day so that was it.

That really was it. A few years have passed, and I had hoped Helen would come workout again but she never did.

I’d found out about a year and a half ago she’d been taking care of her husband, he’d been sick some time.

Then Sunday they announced that he had passed away, a very sad time for all who had known him, but especially Helen.

I wasn’t good at consoling people. I guess I was missing those genes. But I wanted to console Helen. Unfortunately, I had an away game and when I got back they’d already had his funeral and burial.

Fortunately, now I could make any awkward attempts at consoling Helen without making a fool of myself in front of others.

It was a Monday when I went by her house. I’d heard she took some time off to pack away a few of his things and have them put into public storage. It didn’t seem like anyone else was visiting, a relief to me.

A rang the bell and she answered it half a minute later before I could ring it again.

“Hi, Jim! What are you doing here?” Helen exclaimed, smiling up at me. She had on old jeans and a t-shirt but still looked sexy as Hell.

I nervously ran my fingers through my blonde hair. “Well, I had planned to make a half-assed attempt to console you…”

Helen laughed. “Well you made me laugh, that’s a great start.” She came out on the porch and hugged me, her huge, soft tits pressing against my hard belly.

“Thank you for coming,” Helen said.

Thank you for not CUMMIMG, I said silently to my raging cock.

“Come on inside,” She said.

I followed her in. “I just wish I could have been her sooner, especially for the funeral at least.”

“Don’t worry about! You’re a busy young man,” Helen waved dismissively. “You know, your mom is so proud of you. I’ve seen the scrapbooks of all the newspaper clippings you’re in.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised. “I didn’t know my mother was doing that…”

“Oh, yeah. I wish Harold and I had had a son who grew up as well as you. He wouldn’t have to be a big football hero, as long as he had turned out to be a wonderful young man like you.”

I grinned, and I figure it had to be a big, goofy grin. “Thanks,” I said.

In the living room, there were several storage bins laying around and open. Helen had an old photo album on the coffee table. She lowered herself down onto the old sofa behind it. As Helen did, she leaned forward, giving me a view down her gaping t-shirt.

The living room was brightly lit, and I could see the top of her tits spilling over her bra. Shit…

“Come sit down,” Helen said, patting the sofa next to her. I did. “I was just looking at some old photos, back when I was young…”

“Helen, you’re still young!”

She laughed. “Jim, I’m sixty-two years old.”

“Fuck, i’d’ve guessed you to be in your early fifties…” I blurted. When it hit me what I’d said, I added “Sorry about the language.”

Helen laughed again. “Jim, you don’t have to apologize to me. I’ve said my share of curse words in my day. You should have heard me when I was having sex with my husband…” Helen winked. “I haven’t laughed that hard in years, you’re doing a good job consoling me.”

She leaned forward and started flipping through the pages, pointing out certain photos.

She flipped one page and let out a little gasp. “I didn’t know THAT photo was in there…”

It was a photo of Helen in a very tiny bikini. Very tiny.

“Oh, lordy, I still don’t know what possessed me to wear that thing!” Helen chuckled.

“Why not? Look at that body! You should have been a bikini model!”

Helen laughed harder. “I don’t know about that! I did a lot of crazy things back then but I never dreamed of becoming a model of anything!”

“You still could be a model, Helen,” I replied.

“Are you kidding?!? That was about forty years ago!” She said, pointing at the photo.

“So? You are hotter now…”

Helen turned to me. “Really? You think so?”

“Helen, remember that day you came over to workout at my house?” She nodded. “You do not know how bad I wanted to tear of the skimpy leotard and tights and… well, you know…”

You know, it felt good to get that off my chest.

“I had no idea, Jim…” Helen replied.

“Then you didn’t know I had a crush on you as far back as when I was I teenager. I always thought you were the hottest lady at church.”

Helen smiled broadly. “You really are good at consoling me!” She stood up and offered me her hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“You consoled my mind, now I need you to console my body,” Helen grinned as she led me upstairs.

She closed her bedroom door behind her and slowly undressed. I began to take off my close, too.

Once she was naked I wasn’t disappointed. And when Helen saw my hard, visibly throbbing cock, it was obvious neither was she.

Helen’s huge tits were very firm for her age and her areolae were massive and oval-shaped, nipples large and very stiff. Her pussy was obscured by her thick black bush between her firm thighs.

Helen came over to me and gently held my cock. Breathily she said “I haven’t had a cock inside me in YEARS. That day at your house all I could think about was you fucking my brains out, even if I was married.

There are so many things I have wanted to try that I never ever had the nerve to ask my husband to do, but I’m sure a young lover would be open to…”

“I’m open to almost anything…”

Helen smiled. “Not that I mean kinky stuff.

Like stroking your cock right now, I’d never done that to my husband. Your cock feels good in my hand…

And different positions. My husband only fucked me in the Missionary Position.”

“What position are you up for trying right now, Helen?”

“Ummm, I’d love to be on top.”

“Let’s do it,” I said as I led her to the bed.

I laid back and Helen climbed up on the bed and straddled me. “Mmmm, I’m SO wet!” She giggled softly.

She held my cock again, stroking it a few more times. Then she lowered her pussy down on it. I felt her soft, tight flesh wrap around my shaft. Helen was very wet.

She moaned softly as she began to ride me slowly. Her eyes closed and she put her hand on my chest and bounced up and down harder, gasping.

It didn’t take long for Helen to cum. I felt her body stiffen briefly then spasm strongly. She never stopped, only increasing her pace and orgasming more often. Not to mention more loudly, each one louder than the last.

Helen’s tits bounced around in circles as she fucked me harder and faster.

Some forty minutes later, I felt it coming. My nuts tightened up. My cock seemed to swell up. And like a fire hose at a blaze it began to shoot out my jizz into Helen, triggering her most intense orgasm as she screamed in pleasure.

With the last of my jizz having spurt into her, Helen collapsed atop me, my cock sliding from her pussy slipperily.

We were covered and sweat and catching our breaths, not in any rush.

Finally Helen spoke first.

“You did a great job as a consoler,” She smiled, and then kissed me. “What I need now is a personal trainer to give me this kind of workout a few days a week…”

“I’d like to apply for that job!” I offered.

“I was hoping you would,” Helen chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again.

I slid my hands to her full butt and gave her cheeks a squeeze. I hoped she had in mind the anal workout also…