Chapter 38: Deep-Throating the MILF at College

My cock was already hardening again, throbbing back to life from the sounds she was making, the way her body begged. But before I let her tip over the edge, I wanted something from her.

I pulled my fingers free slow, her pussy fluttering in protest, a soft whine escaping her as I stepped away. She kept her face buried in the padded table, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure, hips still rocking slightly like she was chasing my touch.

I moved quietly to the front of the table, cock fully hard now, standing thick and heavy right in front of her face.

She sensed the change first—the absence of my hands—then lifted her head, eyes fluttering open. They widened instantly when she saw it—so close, throbbing, the head glistening, the scent of sex and lotion heavy in the air.

She bit her lip hard, staring, shocked at the size, the veins, the way it pulsed inches from her mouth.

"Alex..." she breathed, voice shaky, trying to sound stern but failing. "Why did you pull your cock out? You need to focus. This is your punishment."

Her words said one thing, but her body said another—tongue darting out to wet her lips, eyes dark with hunger, chest heaving faster.

I smirked, stepping closer so the head brushed her cheek lightly. "You made me lose focus, ma’am. You should take responsibility for this."

She swallowed, eyes flicking from my cock to my face, thighs pressing together on the table. "Aahh... Alex, what can I do? I don’t want you losing focus..."

"Take it in your mouth," I ordered, voice low, commanding now.

She stared at it again, biting her lip harder. "It’s so big, Alex... I’ve never taken anything this big. It won’t even fit..."

By then I’d wrapped my hand around the base, guiding it closer, smearing a bead of precum across her cheek. She inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering at the heat, the smell.

"It will fit, ma’am," I growled. "It’ll fit in any hole I want today."

Before she could protest again, I gripped her hair gently but firmly and guided her to roll onto her back. She obeyed like a good little slut—body pliant, turning so her head hung slightly off the edge of the table, face upside down, mouth level with my cock.

Her massive tits spilled to the sides with the movement, nipples rock-hard and pink, pointing at the ceiling.

I didn’t give her time to think. I pushed the head past her lips—slow but insistent. Her mouth stretched wide, a muffled "mmph—" vibrating around me as she took the first few inches.

She struggled at first, eyes watering, throat working to adjust to the size, but then she relaxed, sucking slow, tongue swirling underneath.

Fuck, her mouth was heaven—hot, wet, experienced in a way that made my hips buck.

I started thrusting—shallow at first, then deeper, fucking her throat steady while her head hung upside down. Saliva built quick, dripping down her cheeks and chin, her moans muffled and gagging around my length.

I reached down with one hand, pinching a hard nipple roughly, twisting it as I pushed deeper. She arched, tits jiggling, pussy clenching visibly between her spread thighs as I used her mouth like it was made for this.

No mercy. No waiting.

Just me claiming every inch of this horny MILF’s throat while she took it like she’d been waiting for it all along.

I fucked her throat for a while longer, deep and relentless, her muffled moans vibrating around my cock, saliva dripping down her chin and neck, coating her tits below.

She took it like she was starving for it—eyes watering, throat working me, hands gripping the table edges.

But I wanted more.

I pulled out slow, my cock slick and shining, strings of spit connecting us for a second before breaking. She gasped for air, lips swollen and red, chest heaving.

I dragged the wet head across her face—smearing it over her cheeks, her lips, her chin—marking her with the mess. She moaned softly, tongue darting out to taste it, eyes half-lidded and hungry.

Then I moved back to the end of the table.

"Turn over again," I said, voice rough. "On your stomach."

She obeyed without hesitation, rolling onto her belly, body slick with lotion and streaks of my cum, skin shining under the light.

I guided her hips up with my hands—firm, commanding—until she was on her knees, chest and face pressed to the table, back arched deep, ass high in the air.

Fuck.

Those thick, juicy thighs parted just enough, her ass cheeks spread naturally in the position, pussy glistening and swollen, asshole pink and twitching above it. Everything on full display, offered up like a gift.

The table was big, sturdy—perfect for this. She’d chosen well for her little "massage sessions."

I stripped fast—shirt, jeans, everything—until I was naked, cock throbbing hard again. Then I climbed onto the table behind her, knees sinking into the padding, positioning myself close.

I grabbed her ass with both hands—big, filthy handfuls, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, spreading her wider. She moaned into the table, pushing back into my grip.

God, that view—her pussy dripping wet, lips swollen and pink, glistening with arousal that trailed down her inner thighs. And above it, that tight little asshole, pink and perfect, clenching and winking every time I squeezed her cheeks.

I leaned in closer, breath hot against her skin, and spat—once, right on that twitching hole. The saliva landed warm, making it shine as it twitched harder.

"Aaahhh..." she gasped, body shuddering, ass lifting higher. "Alex..."

I wasn’t waiting anymore.

This body was mine now.

I spat again—more this time, thick and deliberate—watching it drip down over her hole, mixing with her slickness, making everything even wetter. Then I dove in.

My tongue flattened against her asshole first—slow, broad lick from the bottom up, tasting her clean skin and the faint salt of her arousal. She jolted, a sharp cry muffled into the table.

"Aaahhh—Alex... oh god..."

I didn’t stop. I circled the tight ring with the tip of my tongue, teasing, pressing just enough to feel it flutter under me. Then I pushed in—deeper, harder—tongue spearing into her ass, fucking it slow and steady, in and out.

She went wild—uncontrollable, body thrashing on the table, ass pushing back against my face, trying to take more. Her moans turned into desperate, broken sobs.

"Aahh... ahhh... Alex, yes—deeper... oh fuck, oh god..."

I gripped her cheeks harder, spreading her impossibly wide, burying my face between them. My tongue plunged deeper, twisting, licking every inch inside her tight heat while my chin brushed her dripping pussy.

She was putty—shaking, clenching, completely lost, her asshole gripping my tongue like it never wanted to let go.

I kept going, relentless, eating her ass like I was starving, until her cries turned high and frantic, body quivering on the edge.

She was mine—every filthy inch.