Down Miller's Throat

With a firm grip on Ms. Miller's hair and jaw, you rock your hips forward with your cock buried in her throat. You balls slide back and forth on her chin. The head of your cock is squeezed by her convulsing throat. And just when you can't take the immense pleasure any more, you explode inside her. Phlegm and your cum shoots our her nose and onto your stomach as you blast right down into her throat. Her arms fly up and try to push you off to no avail. You hold her down, lips press around the base of your cock, until your orgasm comes to a finish.

Finally spent, you release Ms. Miller and she flies off your cock, gasping for air and retching hard. She spits onto the porch a mess of spit and cum and grabs her own throat, trying to regain her breath. You take a few steps back and rest against the wall of the house.

"Damn, you made quite the mess."

You grab the hose and rinse off your stomach, your cock and your balls. Then you turn the hose on Ms. Miller and spray her down as well. At first, she is surprised and raises her arms to stop the water. But she quickly decides she'd rather be clean of your cum than a little wet and uses the water to rinse off her face and her hair. Now fully drenched, you can clearly see Miller's bra through her white shirt. You reach down and rub her tits through the wet material.

"Another fantasy fulfilled, thanks for that babe."

"Well, David, that certainly was a big surprise."

You grin down at Ms. Miller and then help her to her feet.

"But if you don't mind, I'd let to get some dry clothes on."

She turns to head into the house. As she does, you give her a firm slap on the ass. She jumps, giggles and goes inside, leaving you alone on the porch.

You look around the neighborhood. The jogger seems to have moved on and it looks like Lisa has gone back in her house. You don't see anyone nearby. You consider where to head next.