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myself onto the bed she’d probably spent twenty agonizing minutes making. Fluffing, pulling out creases and flattening wrinkles with the palm of her hand.
I jounced up and down a few times as I heard Tom turn the shower off. I intentionally messed Mrs. Sherwood’s bed even more by scooting around until I was lying on my back, head pointed to the foot of the bed, my head lulling over the edge. I raised my hips and pushed down my trunks to my knees. I was hard as a brick, and knew I cut a hunky tan figure against Mrs. Sherwood’s pristine white duvet. All that new muscle from hitting the university’s high tech gym. That and good genetics when it came to the creamy mocha of my flesh.
Tom was gonna lose it…
I let my head lull back and hang over the edge of the bed. So I had a great view as Tom strode out of the bathroom, towel held immodestly in front of him as he dried the dripping water from his short, sexy hair.
He stopped and smiled that million dollar, mega watt smile of his—he’d always had the smile. No wonder he’d become a politician.
He looked down at me with a mixture of horny male, and kinky enough, a fatherly pride? It seemed part of him was ogling every hard, muscular inch of me…and the other part of him seemed to feel some kind of twisted parental pride.
It was the first time I’d ever seen this look on his face, and it was as creepy as it was sensual. I suddenly really wanted to roll play that Tom was my actual father, that mom had cheated on good old dad and this hunk of burning hotness was my biological father…and we were reconnecting in a very un-ABC Family kind of way.
He must’ve seen the sudden surge of hunger in my eyes, because he tossed his towel on a chair by the window and I got a good, long look at his long, hard cock.
I guess he’d decided to be the guy fucking me, instead of my daddy.
I reached out my arms to him, and he drew closer. He leaned down and kissed me, soft and gentle. And then he straightened into a kind of squat over my face, pushing his big, fat cock downward, aiming it straight for my mouth.
God yes! I had been hungering to suck his cock for months…
I opened my mouth wide and he pushed himself right on past my lips, and slid halfway down my throat before he clogged my air supply and brought on my gag reflex. Funny, I’d thought I’d lost that after fellating three members of the university basket ball team—back, to back, to back.
I found out I was wrong, as Tom pressed his weight down through his hips and his wide cock forced its way down my throat. My nose was buried in his nice, big grade A sized testicles when I felt his belly slide against mine, and then his mouth engulfed my pulsing, tingling dick.
Say what you want about older men, they can suck dick just as well as they can fuck you. And that was just past a-fucking-mazing. Before I could get my bearings Tom started humping my face, and I gasped for breath whenever his monster schlong would pull out far enough to unclog my trachea.
By the way, I think it’s bullshit that our human anatomy won’t let us breath through our noses when our throats are clogged full of man meat. It’s just not right!
We ended up rolling around on the bed until I was on top, so I sat up and gave Tom’s lean, muscular body an appreciative once over…well, maybe I gave it two or three once over’s…while I reached down and squeezed and stroked his mighty, jerking man meat.
I loved the way it felt in my hand. How freaking huge it looked as I jacked it, making it throb, watching it turn redder and redder the closer to orgasm he got. Hell, I knew from experience that his big old balls would cinch up like they were doing pull ups—or like butterfly wings—right before he’d shoot his load.
And what a load. He gave seven and a half squirts of jizz each time he came…every time he came.
I don’t know how I hadn’t drowned in the shit last year when we’d
I jounced up and down a few times as I heard Tom turn the shower off. I intentionally messed Mrs. Sherwood’s bed even more by scooting around until I was lying on my back, head pointed to the foot of the bed, my head lulling over the edge. I raised my hips and pushed down my trunks to my knees. I was hard as a brick, and knew I cut a hunky tan figure against Mrs. Sherwood’s pristine white duvet. All that new muscle from hitting the university’s high tech gym. That and good genetics when it came to the creamy mocha of my flesh.
Tom was gonna lose it…
I let my head lull back and hang over the edge of the bed. So I had a great view as Tom strode out of the bathroom, towel held immodestly in front of him as he dried the dripping water from his short, sexy hair.
He stopped and smiled that million dollar, mega watt smile of his—he’d always had the smile. No wonder he’d become a politician.
He looked down at me with a mixture of horny male, and kinky enough, a fatherly pride? It seemed part of him was ogling every hard, muscular inch of me…and the other part of him seemed to feel some kind of twisted parental pride.
It was the first time I’d ever seen this look on his face, and it was as creepy as it was sensual. I suddenly really wanted to roll play that Tom was my actual father, that mom had cheated on good old dad and this hunk of burning hotness was my biological father…and we were reconnecting in a very un-ABC Family kind of way.
He must’ve seen the sudden surge of hunger in my eyes, because he tossed his towel on a chair by the window and I got a good, long look at his long, hard cock.
I guess he’d decided to be the guy fucking me, instead of my daddy.
I reached out my arms to him, and he drew closer. He leaned down and kissed me, soft and gentle. And then he straightened into a kind of squat over my face, pushing his big, fat cock downward, aiming it straight for my mouth.
God yes! I had been hungering to suck his cock for months…
I opened my mouth wide and he pushed himself right on past my lips, and slid halfway down my throat before he clogged my air supply and brought on my gag reflex. Funny, I’d thought I’d lost that after fellating three members of the university basket ball team—back, to back, to back.
I found out I was wrong, as Tom pressed his weight down through his hips and his wide cock forced its way down my throat. My nose was buried in his nice, big grade A sized testicles when I felt his belly slide against mine, and then his mouth engulfed my pulsing, tingling dick.
Say what you want about older men, they can suck dick just as well as they can fuck you. And that was just past a-fucking-mazing. Before I could get my bearings Tom started humping my face, and I gasped for breath whenever his monster schlong would pull out far enough to unclog my trachea.
By the way, I think it’s bullshit that our human anatomy won’t let us breath through our noses when our throats are clogged full of man meat. It’s just not right!
We ended up rolling around on the bed until I was on top, so I sat up and gave Tom’s lean, muscular body an appreciative once over…well, maybe I gave it two or three once over’s…while I reached down and squeezed and stroked his mighty, jerking man meat.
I loved the way it felt in my hand. How freaking huge it looked as I jacked it, making it throb, watching it turn redder and redder the closer to orgasm he got. Hell, I knew from experience that his big old balls would cinch up like they were doing pull ups—or like butterfly wings—right before he’d shoot his load.
And what a load. He gave seven and a half squirts of jizz each time he came…every time he came.
I don’t know how I hadn’t drowned in the shit last year when we’d
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