Feed her your cock

As much as you’d love to sample that gorgeous MILF pussy, you decide to prolong the pleasure. You climb up on the back of the sofa and sit, offering your cock to her. Mrs. Clark needs no further encouragement and quickly kneels on the couch and grabs your cock. She strokes it a few times as she looks up at you. Her smile is both motherly and naughty at the same time, further fueling your desire for her.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this all day,” she says before leaning down, extending her tongue, and slowly licking in a straight line from the bottom of your scrotum to the tip of your cock. She keeps her eyes on yours as she does this, and you shiver under the expert touch of a woman who clearly has experience in how to pleasure a man.

She repeats the slow licking a few times before pointing your cock toward her face. Still with her eyes locked on yours, she slowly circles the tip of your cock with her tongue. She teases you, watching you squirm as you feel your desire intensifying. She cups your balls in her hand and plays with them. After a few moments of continuing her tongue teasing, she purses her lips and gently blows on your cock. The breeze on your wet, sensitive prick sends your cock throbbing, threatening to pull out of the cougar’s hand. She smiles as she sees the effect she has on you and sticks her tongue out again and begins to flick her tongue over your piss hole. She does this slowly at first and then steadily picks up speed until you can feel the tip of her tongue fluttering rapidly over your sensitive hole.

“Susan....” you gasp. You stroke her cheek before reaching behind her head and running your fingers through her thick, silky hair.

Without warning, her tongue retreats into her mouth, and she kisses the tip of your shaft. At first the kisses are firm pecks from closed lips, but then you feel her mouth relax, and soon your cock is disappearing, inch-by-inch as she presses her head downward, allowing your shaft to part her lips and enter her warm, inviting mouth.

Unconsciously, you guide her head downward with your hand, but Mrs. Clark will not be rushed. She brushes your arm aside and resumes her slow conquest of your cock. Just as your cock head is beginning to grow accustomed to the moist warmth of her mouth, it experiences the fresh sensation of her tongue. Now rested from its earlier stimulation of your hole, her tongue now slithers snakelike around your cock, seeking out and exploring every square millimeter of its surface.

All this time, the sexy woman is looking up at you, as if evaluating just how much teasing you can handle.

In your short lifetime, you have lost count of how many lips have been wrapped around your pecker. You have received blowjobs from men and women of varied ages in an incredibly diverse range of scenarios. You would be hard pressed to remember a more sensual blowjob than the one you are getting right now. Her expertise causes you to be conflicted; you want to stay right where you are and savor every moment of this experience, but you also know that if she is this good at giving oral, it’s going to be out of this world when the two of you start fucking.

You resolve to not hurry things, so you sit there and fully enjoy the unhurried oral expertise of the sexy MILF. With her eyes still locked on yours, she slowly sits up, keeping the suction on your cock right up until the moment it pops out of her mouth. She continues to rise, bringing her ample bosoms to the level of your waist. There, she takes your cock and places it between her tits and presses them together. Up and down she moves, and you encourage her by rocking your hips back and forth as well. You have never exactly been a breast man — not that you are opposed to them by any means. Your brother is basically obsessed by tits, and in comparison, you have always been more drawn to other womanly qualities. Even so, your cock is so stimulated by Mrs. Clark’s amazing mouth that you give yourself over completely to the opportunity to titfuck her. In fact, had it not been for an interruption, your would have shot your load all over her neck and chin with just a few more strokes into her breasts.

But the interruption did, indeed, come. Just as you are about to bust a nut, you hear the voice that you have only heard up until now in the lecture hall back at school.

“What is going on in here?”

You look up and see Professor Clark, standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

You look down at Susan, and find that for the first time, she is not looking at you. Her head is turned, and she is looking toward her husband.

“She said they had an open marriage,” you tell yourself, “but this wouldn’t be the first time someone lied just to get sex.” You study the professor’s expression, trying to discern his thoughts, but his face is like stone.