Cuming Inside Her Mouth

The older woman banged her head up and down on the thick penis. She tasted a drop of thick salty cum and knew for sure that the boy was nearly there. She redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked the lovely rod. John's heavy breathing was proof that he would cum soon.

John realized that it was useless to hold back any longer. His balls were ready to burst and his prick burned with a fire that could not be denied. He moved with short, choppy strokes, his prick bucking faster and faster into Margaret's mouth. Now he was there, ready at last to erupt.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH, don't stop," he screamed "You're killing me, Mrs. Dowler, you're driving me nuts. Shit, fuck, I'm going to come again. Oh fuck, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH."
Margaret felt the boy exploding in her mouth, felt his thick cock contract wildly just as the juices began to flow. A river of come shot into her mouth with all the force of a water cannon. She swallowed the juices as quickly as they were produced but then the boy started to shoot all over again.

Another huge dollop of hot frothing sperm shot into Margaret's throat until the woman thought she was going to drown. Young boys were the best that way, she knew, able to produce gallons of the stuff, over and over again. She kept sucking at John's cock, pulling it with her lips, not to be satisfied until she had drained the lad's balls completely.
Finally his prick started to soften hi Margaret's mouth. She allowed the heavy wand to escape her lips but then stuck her tongue out quickly, wiping away the last traces of semen. The cock was moist and shiny from her saliva but she had managed to get every drop of the thick, delicious scum.
"We have to get dressed and leave now," she told John, getting up from the couch and groping for her clothing. "I'd love to stay with you longer but it would be dangerous."
"That's all right," John concurred. "I got to be home for supper soon anyway. My folks give me hell when I'm late."

Margaret dressed herself quickly and heaved a sigh of relief as John followed her example. They were safe enough making it at school but it was getting late and she had to run home to meet her escort for the evening. It was frustrating to leave John for another man but she had no choice in the matter.

"You did like it, didn't you?" Margaret asked the lad as they prepared to leave. "I mean, I don't want this to be a onetime thing. I want you again, Johnny."
"Yeah, I liked it fine, just fine," John told her, puzzled by the woman's obvious insecurity. "We can make it again if you want. Shit, I can come here tomorrow. Is that okay?"

Margaret smiled and then kissed the boy good-bye. It was more than all right, it was just what she had hoped to hear, the kind of news that might just make her evening tolerable.