Supply of Fresh Young Males

Lying asleep on a sofa, a skinny student, short curly dark hair, a small beard. The camera panning down his body. Leather thong around his neck, loose teeshirt, open book fallen from his hand, jeans. Barefoot, one of his feet sleepily twitching. The low sound of deep breathing and a slight snore.

The camera turning to the lounge door. Watching the man through her spectacles, a woman in a business suit. The woman sighing, making up her mind, walking across to the sofa, sitting on it. The man stirring but not waking. The woman’s hand stroking his chest, moving down, gently massaging his crotch.

The man blinking awake, his eyes finding focus, looking at the woman, No smile from either, but a feeling of familiarity, as if this is not the first time it’s happened. The sense somehow surfacing that he’s renting space in her house, her husband long departed, she quite likes this new arrangement, a regular supply of fresh young males every year.

Her hands unbuttoning his jeans, pulling down the zip, untangling his underpants. His cock appearing, enlarged but not hard. The woman stroking it, kneeling down, taking it in her mouth. The man closing his eyes. A sense somehow of a past without many blowjobs, now he’s relishing their ready availability.

The woman looking up, surveying the man, a look almost of pride, satisfaction at her own sexual expertise, knowledge that when he moves away he won’t easily find so good again. Pleasure in having an eager student in place of a grumpy husband. Lowering her face, sucking him again.

The man’s hands reaching for her, fumbling inexpertly, pawing at her clothes, gesturing for some desired position. The woman taking control, standing, stripping, pulling his body into the right position, mounting his face, leaning forward, taking his cock back in her mouth.

Large on my screen, her mouth surrounding his cock, fingers stroking it, challenging it to explode. The camera panning round. Portrait of a couple in sixty-nine, his elbows hooked under her kneeling thighs, hands on her buttocks. Then panning round further. His hands stretching her holes wide, the camera zooming into their fleshy hues.

The man pulling his face back to look, inexperienced eyes feasting. Her clitoris and urethra and vagina shining with juices and saliva. His tongue reaching forward, licking, moving upwards, penetrating her sphincter.

A sudden stiffening, the man groaning. The camera quickly moving round to the woman’s face. Her eyes open and slightly fixed, the cock deep in her throat, unmoving. Then withdrawing. His white juices dribbling. The woman sitting up, wiping her mouth, gulping, smiling.