by Matt Tims
Her panties were officially ruined from hearing that audible feedback escape from his mouth while she worshipped his balls. It’d been so long since she found herself in this kind of position. It’d been decades from the last time she submitted to a man worth being submissive for, and she wasn’t about to hold back. Who knows how many chances she would get with a stud like this?
She stuck her tongue out and moved on from his balls, sliding it along the bottom of his fat, thick, warm shaft as she made her way to the head. Once she got there, she took him inside her mouth before beginning to slowly bob on his rock hard meat. It was a significantly more difficult task than any she’d taken on prior. Her mouth was stretched and her jaw was worked in ways she hadn’t experienced before. But she wanted to impress. She was dying to please.
“Fuck……” he moaned once more.
There it was again: that sound. She began to bob faster with her right hand now stroking in unison as her mouth worked. Her left hand wasn’t concerned with helping. Instead, it’d vanished from the party, and was last seen sliding inside her black yoga pants and matching cotton panties.
The only thing he could do was admire the sight he was seeing. Her purple t-shirt had streaks of wet marks from her spit all over it. That wasn’t a problem though. That top wouldn’t be on for much longer anyway. Actually, he wanted it off now; but then again, the last thing he wanted to do was leave her mouth for a single second. It was just too good.
Her messy hair and lack of makeup appeared flawless even in the relative darkness, but the most amazing moment of his life didn’t involve her incredible looks or the unbelievable sight of his dick in her mouth. It revolved around a particular appendage. His eyes almost refused to believe what they saw while he received the best oral experience of his life. This was his friend’s mom? This was Ms. V!?
She was rubbing her pussy.
Well, she wasn’t just rubbing it—she was feverishly rubbing it. Her hand moved with the celerity of a boxer working a speed bag. He was on the verge of passing out. His legs grew weaker with every passing second. This was heaven.
The moans and whimpers coming from her mouth had his head on the brink of exploding. She sounded like one of those porn girls who acted like giving a blowjob was the most stimulating experience in the world. Except this wasn’t an act. His friend’s mom was getting off on sucking his dick!
Her rapidly moving head froze, her mouth going limp around his stiff cock as her eyes rolled back into her head. A wave of warmth flowed throughout her body. Her toes tingled with energy and excitement. Her always working mind went blank. She’d just came! She’d orgasmed with some eighteen-year-old stud’s cock in her mouth! How naughty was she?
“How far can you go?”
She didn’t answer. Why would she? She couldn’t believe that he even had to ask in the first place. The task of showing him what he was missing out on by only dating those cheerleaders had somehow slipped her mind. Could you really blame her though? How was she supposed to remain focused with this hunk towering above her?
No one can give oral sex like an older woman. Nothing could bring pleasure like a sexually deprived girl with experience, and this kid was about to find that out for himself. What did some slutty high school girl know about taking care of a stud like this? Nothing, that’s what!
She pulled her hand out of her pants and wrapped it around the back of his muscular thighs, her pussy juices soaking into his youthful skin. Her right hand wasted little time in following suit. It was time to rock his world.
Inch by inch her mouth slowly moved toward his chiseled midsection. It was a magic trick—a trick that just so happened to involve a loving mouth wrapped around a hard cock which was stiffening and pulsating as she journeyed further. This kid must’ve been in a state of shock as her cute little nose approached his pubic bone.
Her eyes instinctively opened as she crept closer to her target, locking onto something majestic in her peripheral vision. His chiseled v-line that ran from his hips down to his trimmed pubic hair had her desperate to touch herself again. If she was wearing lipstick, then that amazing part of his sexy body would’ve been covered in red within the next two minutes, but she had a mission to accomplish first. Priorities!
She closed her eyes and pulled herself into him again, fighting back her gag reflex to show this stud something that few women could do. Lord knows some cute coed couldn’t dream of pulling this off. Nope, it was just one of the many perks of being with an older woman.
“Oh…my…fucking….God!”
Her nose hit his body.
Her mouth desperately shot back for oxygen, allowing his drenched cock to soak in the feel of the basement air again. It wasn’t just covered in saliva and spit. It was the kind of spit you could only get from the back of your throat—the thicker, wetter, sexier spit that proved you were doing something right. It was the very spit she was positive he’d never felt on his cock before, and his face told her everything when she glanced up to gauge his emotions. He was in heaven, and it was time for her to get a piece of that bliss too. It was time to push him over the edge.
She attacked his cock with her mouth, relentlessly inhaling it in an attempt to suck his soul out in the process. She was ready to play a little game with herself. Why not, right? What better time than now?
This was a unique game in which she was the sole contestant. In fact, she was the only one who knew a game was taking place at all. This simple activity was called How Long Before Dave Cums? The timer in her head was set for thirty seconds. It was just her, an imaginary clock, and an eighteen-year-old who was about to experience the best orgasm of his life.
She could feel him trying to fight her. He was doing his best to hold back. This cutie would kill to be able to last for hours inside her mouth, but she wasn’t about to allow for that luxury. She was too greedy of a girl for that.
With her right hand stroking his thick meat, she gave him a blowjob that he would be able to vividly recall on his deathbed seventy years from now. Her mouth focused solely on the head of his sensitive manhood. This was her purpose. It was her calling. She was so sick of being an ideal mother all the time. Sometimes, she wanted to be a little bad.
“Cum-cum-cum-cumming…”
She never let up for a single moment. She didn’t have time to slow down. Her mouth was on a mission to extract every drop of this hunk’s precious seed. How many of his classmates would kill to be where she was? How many other moms secretly wanted a young stud all to themselves? Well, get lost ladies, because she wasn’t sharing Dave with anyone!
Fifteen seconds later, it was over.
Dave fell back onto the sofa, visibly shaken. His mind struggled to comprehend what he’d just experienced, but his eyes were even more confused at the moment. This was seriously happening?
He watched her take a deep gulp before sliding her right hand down under her yoga pants, quickly beginning to rub herself again. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. That was far from the wildest part of this bizarre scene though. A hint of his cum dripping from the edge of her lips as she let out a moan would probably take the cake in that regard.
It certainly didn’t take long. What had it been? Thirty, maybe forty seconds at the most before a booming shriek rang throughout the room. For the second time in the past five minutes, he watched this spectacular woman make herself orgasm from giving him oral sex. And not even oral sex this time! This recent eruption could be solely credited to her swallowing his cum! He never would’ve imagined that this reserved woman was so sexually insatiable. Maybe she was a little kinkier than he’d fantasized about. What if she was just as deviant as him?
Mr. Pink hadn’t ever made her feel like that. She’d been running on overdrive thanks to all the tension and build-up, combined with the complete tabooness of what was taking place in her basement. Her first orgasm during the blowjob was amazing, but this recent one was marvelous. He tasted sweet. It probably had something to do with all the fruit she was
always feeding him and his friends; but then again, he didn’t need to taste sweet. It wouldn’t have made a difference if his fluids were bitter or sour either. His semen only signaled one thing to her: a job well done. It meant she’d brought the ultimate pleasure to someone by using her body. The idea was more than enough to get her off.
Her mind had wandered, snapping back to the moment as a result of suddenly feeling more exposed than before. She glanced up to see Dave standing in front of her with her purple t-shirt in his hand. She’d been so caught up in reflecting on the past few minutes, that she hadn’t felt him tug her shirt off. This kid wouldn’t have to worry about unhooking her bra though. Her hands were already working on taking care of that.
He was checking boxes off of his bucket list, but he wasn’t exactly going in chronological order. This fictional agenda had first been published in his head at the age of nine. More risque desires like oral sex were far down on that list. How was he supposed to know about that kind of stuff at that age?
No, the first box desired a simple kiss from his dream girl, but he was still saving that. And while a nine-year-old Dave wasn’t completely sure what the purpose of boobs were, he knew that he liked them even at that juvenile age, and seeing her breasts sat at number two on his list.
Check off another box.
This woman was breathtaking. Every inch of her was flawless. Her breasts weren’t big and saggy, and they certainly weren’t petite. They were the perfect size, and they possessed a similar perkiness of his younger ex-girlfriends. Had he expected anything different? Would this angelic woman possess some kind of physical imperfection? Of course not. She was immaculate.
She soon found herself lying on the sofa thanks to Dave playfully picking her up and tossing her onto the bouncy cushions. She lived for this feeling of unpredictability. You can’t surprise yourself when you’re all alone. It took a partner to make you wonder what was coming next, and she didn’t have to wait long to discover what he had planned for her.
His warm mouth explored every inch of her body from the waist up. Her smooth stomach, her sensitive nipples, her neck and the areas behind her ears: it was an onslaught of affection. She’d noticed him avoiding her lips though.
She was dying to taste him, but before she could pull him to her mouth, he slipped out of her reach and gave her pants a firm tug down with a big smile. How in the world could she hold a grudge with this stud? She immediately forgave him for not kissing her when she saw the look of appreciation on his face. He was so in love with her body. It was flattering!
His young mouth drooled at the sight of her black cotton panties. Sometimes you just know what a woman will look like before you ever see her naked. There wasn’t an explanation for it. It was merely instinct. A sixth sense, if you will.
He could’ve picked her pussy out of a lineup before ever even seeing it. What did it look like? She would be completely shaved, with trim and inviting lips. Her taste would stay with him throughout the day—salty with a hint of sweetness. It would resemble heaven.
A smile swept across his face as his hands slid her panties down her toned thighs. Winner winner! It looked exactly like he’d pictured. Now, it was time to see if she tasted like he’d imagined too.
“I want you inside me.”
He would get around to finding out later.
He pulled her panties down past her ankles and discarded them onto the floor next to her pants. His friend’s voluptuous mother was positioned on her back along the couch, while he sat at the far end, admiring the magical view. Where didn’t she possess curves? How could she look so sexy at this age? Why was he still blankly staring at her?
“Nowwwwwww!” she whined.
She wouldn’t have to ask twice.
Before Claire knew it, she was turned onto her stomach, a young stud slowing sliding inside of her as he struggled to control his eagerness. She was doing her best to relax and keep calm so that she wouldn’t tense up, but it didn’t seem to help. A quick glance behind her caught the image of him spitting on his hand and rubbing it into his cock. He was still having issues being able to fit inside her despite how wet she was. He was just so big!
Her eyes rolled back as she felt the head of his cock finally push through her natural resistance. He went easy at first, allowing her to not only adjust to his size, but primarily to his thickness. It wasn’t long before those impossible to tame teenage urges took over, however.
She was being pummeled. She honestly didn’t expect it to be so similar to her fantasy. He was just an eighteen-year-old kid. He wasn’t some porn star. The fact that he was hard again within moments of cumming in her mouth was a miracle in itself. The college punk from a few months ago certainly wasn’t able to pull off such a feat. But why was she still thinking about him? Why had that dud of a lay from the summer snuck into her mind? It was time to completely enjoy this, because it might be the only time it happened.
He’d gone into this with the best of intentions. He would take things slow. He would work her up to it. That was before the situation had really sunk in for him though.
She looked too good. She felt even better. How was she so tight? He always thought that older women were loose. That was the rumor surrounding them—but not Ms. V. Not only was she anything but loose, but she was stretching to accommodate his size. Her pussy resembled his past high school girlfriends. The biggest difference was none of those girls had been blessed with a body like this angel.
Her perfect ass bounced and rippled with every rough thrust forward. His left knee was on the couch next to the back cushions, his right foot planted on the carpeted basement floor. His hands refused to leave the slender waist he loved so much as he hammered away. Every thrust resulted in his pelvic bone slamming into butt. Every pump ensued a yelp to jet out of her mouth. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of.
He slowed his pace to catch his breath. Sure, he’d cum just prior to this, but he wouldn’t last much longer if he refused to pace himself. This perfect woman had cast a spell on him. Her pussy caused him to feel like an anxious virgin. He had to focus. He needed to impress her!
“Mo-mo-mo-mo-more,” Claire stammered, her right hand blindly reaching behind her to egg on the pounding that she so desperately missed. “Please more!”
How could he say no to that? To the sound of her incoherently begging him to resume fucking the shit out of her. Even her face was still buried in that throw pillow. Could she move? Could she form a coherent sentence? Maybe he could really satisfy each and every one of her needs.
He viciously hammered into her five more times before reaching forward and snatching the pillow from her face, tossing it to the floor below. How sexually deprived was she? She was begging for more of his dick? Why wasn’t there a line of men waiting to ask her out to dinner? God knows he would take on the entire world for the chance to call her his girl.
He lowered his body, almost on-top of her as he placed one hand on the back of her neck, and his other hand on the front of her neck—before turning her head to gaze directly into her eyes from mere inches away. Nothing separated their bodies now as he had her completely under his muscular frame. They were a pair of animals in heat. They were two lovers reunited after years apart. They were attempting to engulf each other’s souls.
Roy had never treated her this way. Her definition of physicality had been completely redefined. What she’d always thought of as rough sex, was simply child’s play compared to what this jock was doing to her. Her body suffocated under his weight. Her breaths became few and far between as his grip on her neck tightened. She was being smothered. Her lifeless body was being treated like a rag doll. She never wanted this to end.
The feeling of helplessness syncing with the sensation of fullness was almost too much to handle. And that was when she felt two vicious thrusts slam into her before a hand brushed her messy hair out of her face. She opened her eyes to see Dave staring down, his body now still.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
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nbsp; Claire came. There was no pumping, no thrusting, no choking: nothing physical made her explode. It was hearing those words escape from his mouth that did it for her. This hunk found her perfect. It was the ultimate compliment.
She tensed up a wave of euphoria swept throughout her body. How many years had it been since she’d experienced this? All orgasms were good, but exploding while a hard dick filled her tight pussy was a completely different level of bliss. There was no bigger joy. Her vagina, her soul, her mind: everything was so full. Nothing could possibly add to this magical moment.
He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
She was wrong. Another wave—electric this time—exploded in her stomach. There was such a deep love in those lips. The stud she was pinned beneath lusted after her. He longed for her attention. All the flirty comments over the years swiftly made sense. She was finally able to fully appreciate how his wandering eyes had a tendency to lock onto her curves. He loved her.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispered into her ear, his grinding hips attempting to reach every nook and cranny of her snug pussy. “Who knew you were such a bad girl?”
His rhetorical question was followed by three rough thrusts.
“So…”
He ferociously pumped into her.
“…fucking…”
He slid almost completely out of her before pausing and waiting for her to think that something else was coming. When her body relaxed, he laid into her again.
“…bad.”
His breath tickled her ear canal. His cock reached places no one else ever had. She was being physically manhandled, and she’d never been more ready to submit to a man in her life. She would crawl around her neighborhood naked if it resulted in more of this. Would Jake be upset if she asked his friend to move in?
She was experiencing an indescribable sense of ecstasy—the kind of feeling you only received from sex or drugs. It was a high that wasn’t relatable to any other aspect in life. One little taste was all it took to turn her into an addict. She craved this kid. She needed more.
