The Cougar Tamer Ch.2
Herbie Smithson moaned with pleasure as Wilma Parker stroked his huge penis and tickled his bloated, cum-filled testicles.
"I would love to have seen the look on Deb's face when this monster flopped out of your pants," Wilma said with a smirk.
She was referring to her next door neighbor and best friend Debra Fenway whom Herbie had fucked to a fare-thee-well the previous afternoon. Under Wilma's tutelage he had been able not just to fuck the neighbor, but to take almost complete control of her. It had been a wild experience for the young man. He had spent most of this afternoon telling Wilma about it between bouts of sweaty sex.
"You were right," said Herbie, smiling, "everything changed when she saw it."
"I don't doubt that," said the woman, "This is the cock she's been looking for all her life and it's attached to a young man who knows how to use it."
"I used everything you taught me, Wilma," Herbie said with a choke in his voice as the older woman bent down to lick his scrotum.
"I didn't have to teach you all that much," she said between licks, "You are a very considerate and imaginative lover, not to mention a quick study."
"I wasn't really all that considerate with Debra," Herbie croaked out as Wilma took one of his massive gonads into her mouth and began to suck on it, "I was pretty demanding."
Wilma let the young man's left nut slip from her greedy mouth to say, "And I'll bet she loved every minute of it."
"She went completely ape-shit over it," Herbie answered with a moan, "she couldn't get enough."
As the big-titted MILF began to lick his shaft Herbie groaned out, "Jesus fucking Christ, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."
"Well, I'm certainly not doing this to make you sneeze," Wilma said with a mischievous grin, "You've been fucking me for over an hour. I can't begin to count how many orgasms you've given me. But, you haven't cum even once yet."
With that Wilma plunged her mouth down over his stiff pole, lodging the massive organ deep in her throat. Herbie gasped and gripped her head tightly. The woman had taken it all. Her nose was buried in his public hair as her tongue snaked out to lick his balls. For the next several minutes the horny woman bobbed her head up and down on the eighteen-year-old's rigid pole. She loved the way it filled her mouth and throat almost as much as she loved the way it filled her hot, mature cunt.
The loud slurping sounds of Wilma's enthusiastic cock-sucking filled the room. As he clutched her head tightly his hips involuntarily began humping his long, thick manhood through the tight seal of her plush, moist lips.
Wilma stopped bobbing her head up and down the mighty pole and let her young stud take control. She didn't know why, but she loved it when he took over. She would never allow her husband to do such a thing despite the fact that he was nowhere near as well equipped as her lover. Even at that, on the rare times when she would consent to suck his tiny dick, she would never let him cum in her mouth. Yet she desperately craved the taste of this strong, young male. She needed to swirl his masculine sauce around on her tongue before she swallowed it, to savor its potent flavor. She hoped fervently that he wouldn't shoot his precious liquid directly down her throat.
Herbie was lost in the exquisite, slippery heat of the older woman's mouth and throat. Grasping her head in a near death grip he humped her mouth like a madman. He could feel the pressure building in his gonads. He was going to explode any second, filling her hot oral cavity with his viscous, manly gravy. It boiled in his balls creating a maddening urgency for release.
While her young lover vigorously fucked her face, Wilma reached out to fondle his rapidly heating nuts, gently kneading them to coax out the pungent liquid they held. Her massive tits bounced and jiggled every time that unyielding man-meat slammed her throat. Each movement made her hotter than she had ever been. She could almost feel the cum splashing around in Herbie's weighty testicles. It made her nearly insane with the need to feel the texture of his thick fluid in her mouth, to taste and swallow every priceless drop.
Suddenly, Herbie's body stiffened as he bellowed, "I'm cumming!"
He had just enough presence of mind left to pull out of his greedy lover's throat so that his thick discharge would fill her mouth. Wilma's body shook violently with one last shattering orgasm as the coveted sap hit her tongue. It was so good, so thick, and there was so much of it. Spurt after spurt of the young man's powerful liquid filled her mouth. Try as she might she just couldn't swallow fast enough. It leaked out of the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her ponderous, heaving breasts.
Herbie howled with hedonistic joy as he shot his thick torrent into the horny MILF's mouth. He rammed his prodigious pole into her throat as he shot the rest of his gonad gravy directly into the heavy breasted cockhound's stomach.
When his balls had finally emptied themselves Herbie slumped back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. His slowly softening cock slid out of the woman's mouth and the remnants of his copious discharge dribbled down her chin and into her tits.
As Wilma scooped a dollop of creamy jizz off of one her huge boobs with her fingers she said, "That was a nice big load," as she licked the cum off her fingers she added, "Tasty, too."
Then she looked at the clock on the night stand and jumped off the bed in a panic.
"Herbie!" she shouted, "Get dressed quickly! Willie and Bob," referring to her son and husband, respectively, "could be home any time, now!"
Herbie leaped from the bed and started jumping into his clothing as Wilma ran to the bathroom to clean herself up.
He and Wilma had stripped in a big hurry and his clothes were scattered all over the bedroom. It took a bit of doing to gather them together. When he was finally almost dressed and putting his shoes on, his cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID he saw that it was from home.
"Hi, Mom," he said into the phone, "What's up?"
"Were you planning on coming home soon?" his mother asked.
"I was just going to head home now," Herbie said.
"Well I want you to take a little detour before you do that. Okay"
"Detour?"
"Yes. Mrs. Winslow called. She's in a bit of a pickle and she needs your help."
"Doing what?" Herbie asked.
"She has a bookcase that needs to be moved," his mother said, "When her husband left on a business trip she promised to get it moved. She still hasn't gotten around to it and he's due home tomorrow."
"So, she needs it done tonight," said Herbie with frustrated sigh.
"That's right," his mother said, "I know it's kind of last minute, but she'll pay you and she'll give you dinner. So, don't worry about hurrying home. Can you do it?"
