Many may think I wasted my evening by being a companionable third wheel but any club on a Friday night is filled with men and women mirroring my intention and Club SIXXX, the sex club of choice was by far no different. Thus, the 8 hours hadn't gone to waste, all that it meant was when the lights went up and as people began pouring out into the Grand Rapids streets I had to work a little harder, linger a little longer and find a suitable partner to complete my quest.

Of course, with relatively little effort I did. Meeting up with a handsome stud named Mike. I being the ripe, cougar age of 34 and my prey stating that he was a mere 23 (but looked significantly younger. I'd have placed him at 18) he was extremely fresh faced (Like a baby cub) but there was a distinct edge or attitude to him that gave him a maturity to what I suspect was his teen years fucking stupid adolescent blonds.

He was tall at 6'3 and very lean with good looks - short-collected blonde hair, unmoving, almost penetrating blue eyes on unblemished skin. When he opened his mouth, I was surprised to catch his southern accent - I could tell he was originally from North Carolina or somewhere near there.

He was confident but not arrogant - boldly asking whom I was with, where I lived and whether or not I wanted to "carry on" the party. He was demanding but not domineering - draping an arm over my shoulder and assuring me he could guarantee a decent party if we carried on. I can't say at that point I had any intention of not carrying on...until he waved his friend Brock over.

Brock was shorter than his friend was; he was barely 5'8, which meant in heels I matched his height. He was broader and more masculine with his intense brown eyes and cute smile that spread wide over his face. Unlike his barely-legal companion, Brock was easily in his mid-20s.

Of the two he appeared to be the brawn, Mike the brains - or perhaps he was a bit shy, thus leaving Mike to take the lead in terms of conversation and making plans. I saw him quite obviously eyeing me up favorably and was suddenly unsure if I was about to be palmed off from Mike to his friend as some sort of sexual leftover or third wheel.

That was of course until Mike pinned me forcefully and suddenly against a wall of the nightclub, kissing me deeply and grinding his hard cock through our clothing and against my stomach. Only to be shushed away by the other bar patrons who had not been able to score, Therefore, the three of us began walking and I quickly went over in my head the potential outcome of the evening. In my mind, I decided that I wanted the younger stud, I wanted to claim Mike as my own.

After all, I was coming up to thirty-five and I needed to flick it off my sexual "to Fuck or be Fucked by," bucket list. Tonight was the night. Mike was suitably good-looking and I couldn't see how I wouldn't regret spreading my legs, letting him devour my wet pussy or virgin tight ass, at least not until I found myself standing alone in a dark area of the local park with the two.

Having enough liquid courage and erotic desire to get some, I dragged Mike to one side of the park, farthest from the tree line as his friend sat half passed out on a park bench. Finding a tree with good cover I turned to face Mike only feel His lips all over me.

"I... I don't know what the two of you are planning but there's only one young man I want to fuck tonight, and it's not your buddy over there, is that okay?" I asked.

Mike pulled back suddenly and put his hands on my shoulder. It suddenly felt weird looking to someone who wasn't old enough to drink for sexual reassurance. "You're not going to. I'm not into that and I don't like my firsts, seconds and thirds that sloppy." He whispered deeply as his hands slowly glided down his sides towards his belt.

It was then that he undid his pants, allowing his jeans to pool around his ankles, my eyes widening uncontrollably as I took in the sight before me. His cock was lengthy, adequate in its girth but against his large ball sack, it looked like a porno cock and I licked my lips at the thought of its taste as well as it ramming inside me.

In mere seconds, I had dropped to my knees and began sucking the young man off, the lack of pubic hair made me wonder just how long it had actually been since he hit puberty, but his cock was not that of a boy. He pulled himself out of my mouth and got to his knees, turning me around so that I faced the nearby tree; his hands were powerful and literally tore my skit and panties away enthralled with the idea of being ravished by a hungry, young southerner.

Lifting me up so that my palms were flat against the tree, he arched my tight round ass towards him, as a few of his fingers sank into my pussy, opening me up before climbing on top and ramming himself straight in.

"Fu..fuck," I cried, quickly biting down on the edge of my bottom lip, his free hand rushing over my mouth before he began to fuck me fast and furiously. It felt great. He was young and full of energy.

"Ah... ah fuck," I moaned, pulling slightly away from his cock, wanting to regain some control, only to feel him regain full control the minute I pressed against his hips to shallow his thrusting.

"I think not," He hissed, gently tugging my hair, putting a firm hand on my hip inclining me to get on all fours.

It felt weird, someone so young being so demanding and so sexually and physically potent in his prowess. He entered me roughly again and as he plowed into me, he pulled my hair as a warning not to cry out. Fucking me hard like a dog, a bitch in heat, a bar hoping whore, driving his long cock like a spear, a dagger, deeper and deeper inside. It was only when I started to buck and struggle against the hand that held my hair did he very quickly pull out and cum all over my ass. Smearing it all over my rounds, giving my ass cheeks a few quick, hard slaps with his open palms.

"Mmm... such a sweet, tight cougar," he hissed.

"Such a hot, studly young man," I hissed back.

"I like how you and I feel. I love how you fuck little cougar." He hissed, pulling away from me, stepping back into his slacks, leaving me in the park, alone as he walked back to his friend.

"I can scratch that off the list," I thought to myself, getting dressed as best I could in the glow of the moonlight before walking out of the park and back to my car, looking as though some hot, deranged young man had raped me.

As if.

For the past year, I have worked hard to check off the sexual urges, desires, positions & partners I want to experience before meeting my end.

As a cougar, a mature woman that knows what she craves sexually, last night I able to check off a topic from that list. Having a hard, rough, slam bam in the park with a man old, enough to be my own son, and all it cost me was my favorite pair of panties.