11-01-2019, 03:05 PM
Bobby's mouth gaped open as he fumbled with his laces, trying not to be too obvious about where he was staring. His cock had gotten instantly stiff, and it was difficult to remain stooped down with the iron-hard rod jammed against his belly.
"Like what you see, youngman?" Vijaya asked.
Bobby flushed and looked up at her face, expecting her to be annoyed.
But Vijaya was grinning. She wasn't expecting any of her young boyfriends that day and she was feeling extra horny, so she figured it was a lucky thing that young Bobby had happened along. He was a lot younger than her regular lovers, but `beggars can't be choosers' she thought, eyeing off the impressive bulge in the youngman's crotch.
"I don't mind you looking up my dress, Bobby," she said. "You can come up for a better look, if you want to."
Bobby gulped. He rose to his feet again, almost thrown off balance by the weight of his rock-hard cock and swollen balls.
He knew that the woman must be able to see his hard-on outlined in his jeans. He moved closer and sat down on a lower step, so that his head was level with her loins bold and brazen as could be, the pretty divorcee lifted the hem of her short lehenga higher still and spread her sleek thighs apart. Bobby gawked at her cunt in awe.
"Doesn't that look nice, Bobby?" she sighed.
"Oh, jeez... yeah!" he croaked.
There were stone walls on both sides of her front steps so that although he had seen her clearly from the sidewalk directly in front, they were hidden from the prying eyes of the neighbors.
It was a very exciting moment for Bobby. The youngman hardly dared to hope that he could fuck this sexy older woman, but all the signs were there.
"You like pussy, don't you?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah!" he enthused.
Vijaya hiked her ass up, tilting her cunt right below his fascinated face. He was breathing in pussy-perfume, getting dizzy with the heady fragrance. Her steamy cunt-lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower and her open cunt-slot was flooded with juice.
Vijaya Senorita was one very aroused woman.
"Would you like to kiss it, Bobby? Ummmm? Do you want to kiss my cunt?"
Bobby uttered a strangled affirmative. He had never eaten a pussy, but he had licked his fingers after frigging Sneha off, so he had an idea how tasty pussy was. He moved as if hypnotized, drawn by the carnal magnetism of her steamy, mature cunt. His head ducked down, and he kissed her creamy pussy. Being inexperienced, Bobby kissed her cunt exactly as he would have kissed her mouth. He drew back, and she giggled.
"No, silly... French-kiss me there," she said.
Bobby dove on her pussy again, stabbing his tongue into the cunt-slot as his lips worked on the cunt-lips. He was still kissing her between the legs, but this time it was a deep sloppy tongue-kiss.
"Ahhhh, yesss... like that!" she moaned.
Bobby was getting the knack of it.
He whisked and flailed his tongue into her gaping slit and his lips sucked steadily on her hairy cuntlips. He came up for air, licking his lips, the succulence of ripe pussy tingling on his taste buds.
Her cunt-lips had peeled open wide and cunt-juice was streaming down her groin and soaking into the crack of her ass as she sure looked ready to get fucked, and the horny youngman wondered if he had given her sufficient oral foreplay.
He started to reach down to open his fly.
"Don't stop, darling! Tongue-fuck me silly! Make me cream in your mouth. baby!"
The prospect delighted the youngman as he supposed that oral sex to a conclusion was much the same as the mutual hand-jobs that he and Sneha had so often enjoyed, and that after he had sucked Vijaya off, she would return the favor by milking his meat in her mouth.
The thought of getting a blow-job from the sexy divorcee thrilled the youth every bit as much as the idea of fucking her had done. He dove in and resumed the feast.
Whatever Bobby lacked in experience and technique, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. His tongue snaked in as far as it would go and his lips sucked voraciously on her gaping pussy.
"Uuuuuhhhhh... yeahhhh! Stick your tongue right in! God, that feels good!" Vijaya whimpered, enjoying the deliciously depraved thrill of a young youngman's face in her crotch.
She jerked and squirmed, grinding her cunt against his mouth, mopping his whole lower face with her wet cunt-muff. Bobby had gone suck-crazy now. He seemed to be trying to get his face ears-deep up her fuck-slot. Moist sounds drifted from her groin.
She was so wet that Bobby had to keep sucking to prevent himself from drowning in the woman's copious cunt-cream. He slid his hands up her thighs and held her by the ass tilting her cunt up as if it was a goblet and he was drinking the elixir of life.
"Suck me hard, youngman!" the saucy, sultry divorcee moaned. "Suck my cunt till my eyeballs cave in!"
He gobbled and gurgled and gulped. His mouth filled up and he swallowed, but as soon as he opened his lips again, more pussy-nectar flowed into his mouth. His tongue was floating as she stabbed it up her cunt.
The flow from her fuck-hole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as her orgasm drew near her pussy melted. Her head tossed from side to side, red hair tumbling wildly over her cheeks. Her hips were bucking, moving in a fucking motion on his head.
Then, with a lusty cry, Vijaya came, grinding her spasm cunt at the youngman's mouth. Holding his head in her hands, she pressed his lips over her clit and held herself at the crest of her climax, gasping and shuddering, finally sliding down through the descending spasms. She slumped back on her elbows.
Bobby kept on munching in her squirming twat, making sure that she had finished her orgasm.
"Ummmm, Baby... That was lovely," she purred. "You can stop now... I'm finished."
Bobby pulled his mouth from Vijaya's glistening cunt and burrowed down, lapping the overflow out of the crack of her ass.
Then he gave her clit another suck and lifted his cream-coated face out of her saliva-slathered crotch.
"Was that a nice snack?" grinned the woman lewdly.
"Oh, wow! I love eating your cunt!"
"I'm glad. You'll have to stop by more often, Bobby," said Vijaya, giving the youngman's head an affectionate pat. "I'll always have a hot lunch waiting for you... A gal like me can never get enough college tongue."
Bobby couldn't believe his luck. When fooling with Sneha gave him blue balls he could stop by here and fuck the gorgeous divorcee. In fact, he was dying to fuck her right now. His future looked bright indeed. He began to undo his pants and take out his straining prick. Then it didn't look so bright, at all.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
"Aren't you gonna blow me, now?" he asked, flustered and confused.
Vijaya looked indignant.
"Certainly not!" she rasped, affronted.
"Do I look like a cradle snatcher?"
"But... I... jeez!"
"You can eat me. But you certainly can't fuck me. And I'm not gonna suck your prick. Why, I'm old enough to be your mother, Bobby... it wouldn't be right!"
Bobby stared at her balefully, dismayed and distressed, and bitterly disappointed. He didn't regret eating her pussy, certainly. But it didn't seem fair that he wasn't allowed to get his rocks off in turn.
"You're a very presumptuous young man," Vijaya said. "You ought to be grateful that I even let you touch me."
Bobby clung to the feeble hope that the woman was just teasing him and would come across in the end. But as he stood there looking at her, Vijaya got up and walked into her house, closing the door. He heard the lock engage behind her with a loud click of finality.
He just sat there for a minute, feeling miserable. He was tempted to jack off on her doorstep, spitefully hoping that she might slip in his spunk and crack her skull on the pavement. Her head wasn't good for anything else. But he guessed that she might be looking out, and he didn't want to give the cock-teaser the satisfaction of seeing him forced to resort to his own fist.
Bobby got up clumsily, his center of gravity shifted into his cock and balls. He walked off, awkwardly, with a sort of rolling gait. His muscular thighs seemed bowed out around his bloated balls.
When he got home, he was relieved to find that his mother and father were out. He needed to cum in the worst way, and he hated to beat off when he knew that his parents might hear the sounds from his bedroom.
He didn't even bother to haul his hard-on up the stairs, but dropped his jeans right in the front room. He knew it was only going to take a couple of strokes... the first time, at least, although he might need half a dozen cum as aroused as he was... so he wasn't worried that someone might get home before he finished jacking off. He grasped his prick and squeezed as if he were choking a boa constrictor. His balls were inflated like balloons and his piss-hole was dripping so much that it looked as if he had already shot his wad.
"Like what you see, youngman?" Vijaya asked.
Bobby flushed and looked up at her face, expecting her to be annoyed.
But Vijaya was grinning. She wasn't expecting any of her young boyfriends that day and she was feeling extra horny, so she figured it was a lucky thing that young Bobby had happened along. He was a lot younger than her regular lovers, but `beggars can't be choosers' she thought, eyeing off the impressive bulge in the youngman's crotch.
"I don't mind you looking up my dress, Bobby," she said. "You can come up for a better look, if you want to."
Bobby gulped. He rose to his feet again, almost thrown off balance by the weight of his rock-hard cock and swollen balls.
He knew that the woman must be able to see his hard-on outlined in his jeans. He moved closer and sat down on a lower step, so that his head was level with her loins bold and brazen as could be, the pretty divorcee lifted the hem of her short lehenga higher still and spread her sleek thighs apart. Bobby gawked at her cunt in awe.
"Doesn't that look nice, Bobby?" she sighed.
"Oh, jeez... yeah!" he croaked.
There were stone walls on both sides of her front steps so that although he had seen her clearly from the sidewalk directly in front, they were hidden from the prying eyes of the neighbors.
It was a very exciting moment for Bobby. The youngman hardly dared to hope that he could fuck this sexy older woman, but all the signs were there.
"You like pussy, don't you?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah!" he enthused.
Vijaya hiked her ass up, tilting her cunt right below his fascinated face. He was breathing in pussy-perfume, getting dizzy with the heady fragrance. Her steamy cunt-lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower and her open cunt-slot was flooded with juice.
Vijaya Senorita was one very aroused woman.
"Would you like to kiss it, Bobby? Ummmm? Do you want to kiss my cunt?"
Bobby uttered a strangled affirmative. He had never eaten a pussy, but he had licked his fingers after frigging Sneha off, so he had an idea how tasty pussy was. He moved as if hypnotized, drawn by the carnal magnetism of her steamy, mature cunt. His head ducked down, and he kissed her creamy pussy. Being inexperienced, Bobby kissed her cunt exactly as he would have kissed her mouth. He drew back, and she giggled.
"No, silly... French-kiss me there," she said.
Bobby dove on her pussy again, stabbing his tongue into the cunt-slot as his lips worked on the cunt-lips. He was still kissing her between the legs, but this time it was a deep sloppy tongue-kiss.
"Ahhhh, yesss... like that!" she moaned.
Bobby was getting the knack of it.
He whisked and flailed his tongue into her gaping slit and his lips sucked steadily on her hairy cuntlips. He came up for air, licking his lips, the succulence of ripe pussy tingling on his taste buds.
Her cunt-lips had peeled open wide and cunt-juice was streaming down her groin and soaking into the crack of her ass as she sure looked ready to get fucked, and the horny youngman wondered if he had given her sufficient oral foreplay.
He started to reach down to open his fly.
"Don't stop, darling! Tongue-fuck me silly! Make me cream in your mouth. baby!"
The prospect delighted the youngman as he supposed that oral sex to a conclusion was much the same as the mutual hand-jobs that he and Sneha had so often enjoyed, and that after he had sucked Vijaya off, she would return the favor by milking his meat in her mouth.
The thought of getting a blow-job from the sexy divorcee thrilled the youth every bit as much as the idea of fucking her had done. He dove in and resumed the feast.
Whatever Bobby lacked in experience and technique, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. His tongue snaked in as far as it would go and his lips sucked voraciously on her gaping pussy.
"Uuuuuhhhhh... yeahhhh! Stick your tongue right in! God, that feels good!" Vijaya whimpered, enjoying the deliciously depraved thrill of a young youngman's face in her crotch.
She jerked and squirmed, grinding her cunt against his mouth, mopping his whole lower face with her wet cunt-muff. Bobby had gone suck-crazy now. He seemed to be trying to get his face ears-deep up her fuck-slot. Moist sounds drifted from her groin.
She was so wet that Bobby had to keep sucking to prevent himself from drowning in the woman's copious cunt-cream. He slid his hands up her thighs and held her by the ass tilting her cunt up as if it was a goblet and he was drinking the elixir of life.
"Suck me hard, youngman!" the saucy, sultry divorcee moaned. "Suck my cunt till my eyeballs cave in!"
He gobbled and gurgled and gulped. His mouth filled up and he swallowed, but as soon as he opened his lips again, more pussy-nectar flowed into his mouth. His tongue was floating as she stabbed it up her cunt.
The flow from her fuck-hole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as her orgasm drew near her pussy melted. Her head tossed from side to side, red hair tumbling wildly over her cheeks. Her hips were bucking, moving in a fucking motion on his head.
Then, with a lusty cry, Vijaya came, grinding her spasm cunt at the youngman's mouth. Holding his head in her hands, she pressed his lips over her clit and held herself at the crest of her climax, gasping and shuddering, finally sliding down through the descending spasms. She slumped back on her elbows.
Bobby kept on munching in her squirming twat, making sure that she had finished her orgasm.
"Ummmm, Baby... That was lovely," she purred. "You can stop now... I'm finished."
Bobby pulled his mouth from Vijaya's glistening cunt and burrowed down, lapping the overflow out of the crack of her ass.
Then he gave her clit another suck and lifted his cream-coated face out of her saliva-slathered crotch.
"Was that a nice snack?" grinned the woman lewdly.
"Oh, wow! I love eating your cunt!"
"I'm glad. You'll have to stop by more often, Bobby," said Vijaya, giving the youngman's head an affectionate pat. "I'll always have a hot lunch waiting for you... A gal like me can never get enough college tongue."
Bobby couldn't believe his luck. When fooling with Sneha gave him blue balls he could stop by here and fuck the gorgeous divorcee. In fact, he was dying to fuck her right now. His future looked bright indeed. He began to undo his pants and take out his straining prick. Then it didn't look so bright, at all.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
"Aren't you gonna blow me, now?" he asked, flustered and confused.
Vijaya looked indignant.
"Certainly not!" she rasped, affronted.
"Do I look like a cradle snatcher?"
"But... I... jeez!"
"You can eat me. But you certainly can't fuck me. And I'm not gonna suck your prick. Why, I'm old enough to be your mother, Bobby... it wouldn't be right!"
Bobby stared at her balefully, dismayed and distressed, and bitterly disappointed. He didn't regret eating her pussy, certainly. But it didn't seem fair that he wasn't allowed to get his rocks off in turn.
"You're a very presumptuous young man," Vijaya said. "You ought to be grateful that I even let you touch me."
Bobby clung to the feeble hope that the woman was just teasing him and would come across in the end. But as he stood there looking at her, Vijaya got up and walked into her house, closing the door. He heard the lock engage behind her with a loud click of finality.
He just sat there for a minute, feeling miserable. He was tempted to jack off on her doorstep, spitefully hoping that she might slip in his spunk and crack her skull on the pavement. Her head wasn't good for anything else. But he guessed that she might be looking out, and he didn't want to give the cock-teaser the satisfaction of seeing him forced to resort to his own fist.
Bobby got up clumsily, his center of gravity shifted into his cock and balls. He walked off, awkwardly, with a sort of rolling gait. His muscular thighs seemed bowed out around his bloated balls.
When he got home, he was relieved to find that his mother and father were out. He needed to cum in the worst way, and he hated to beat off when he knew that his parents might hear the sounds from his bedroom.
He didn't even bother to haul his hard-on up the stairs, but dropped his jeans right in the front room. He knew it was only going to take a couple of strokes... the first time, at least, although he might need half a dozen cum as aroused as he was... so he wasn't worried that someone might get home before he finished jacking off. He grasped his prick and squeezed as if he were choking a boa constrictor. His balls were inflated like balloons and his piss-hole was dripping so much that it looked as if he had already shot his wad.
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