I had almost finished packing when my dad came into the room to let me know dinner was ready. It would be my last dinner at home for the summer, as the internship that I had lined up during school started on Monday following this weekend. No doubt the last two weeks had been some of the best in my life, pretty much due exclusively to my neighbor, Claire. First, she had used her incredible tits to jerk me off next to her pool. Then, I was her rebound fuck after her POS ex-husband came by. We fucked a second time too. Three days ago I mowed Claire’s lawn, along with some other work around the house. Once done, Claire offered me a cold drink and insisted that I “clean myself up” in her shower. Of course, what actually happened was Claire and her amazing rack getting pushed up against the shower glass while I buried my cock in her pussy from behind.

As I finished up dinner, my phone buzzed with a text from Claire.

“Hey T!!! U better stop by tomorrow before u leave 😘”

Obviously I had planned on it.

“That Ms. Bennet again? You sure have been over there a lot”, my dad said.

“Yeah, her daughter Layla asked me to help her out around the house. I think she’s just worried about her is all” I replied.

“Well I think it’s really kind of you to offer a helping hand”, my mom interjected, “I’m sure it’s nice for her to have a good man around the house.”

“Yeah that ex of her’s is real a piece of work. If you see my old leaf blower over there, go ahead and snag it for me will ya?” my father joked.

The next day I was all loaded up, and my old pickup slowly pulled out of my parents’ driveway. I didn’t get very far though, since I stopped along the curb outside of Claire’s house. I had no idea what to expect. I would honestly just be satisfied with a single squeeze of her breasts, but I had a feeling I would have a little more than that to look forward to. I walked up to her front door and knocked, and heard the faint call of “come in!” from inside.

“Claire?” I called out as I opened the door to what appeared to be an empty house. “I’m back here, T. Lock the door behind you.” Claire’s voice echoed from down the hall. I flipped the deadbolt on the door and followed her sound to her bedroom, my cock already awakening in anticipation. I reached her door, which was barely cracked. I pushed the door open fully, and what I saw was truly a sight to behold. Claire was there before me. On her knees. Hands in her lap. Waiting. She was wearing a lingerie corset piece that framed her body in the most incredible manner, highlighting her curvaceous figure. Her toned thighs pressed together as she kneeled, outlined at the top by the fabric of the corset. Her already-hourglass like figure made even more pronounced but the way the torso of the piece held snuggly against her midriff. As usual, though, her magnificent breasts really stole the show, cradled by the slightly translucent cups of her lingerie, which were clearly struggling to contain them. She was practically pouring out of the top.

My rock hard dick ached as it strained against the barrier created by my pants, begging to be let free. Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I stepped towards her, slowly closing the gap between us. She flashed that radiant smile of hers, which nearly buckled my knees. This woman was truly something else.

“You weren’t about to leave without saying goodbye, were you?” she asked playfully, still grinning, lighting up the whole room. “I wouldn’t dare”, I replied.

I finally met her in the middle of the bedroom. It was reticent of our first encounter when I was standing on the step stool about to hang her chandelier. Her eye level with my waistline, looking up at me with those emerald green eyes. Me standing over her, looking down and wondering what it would feel like to bury my cock in her throat. Only this time, neither of us had any issue with the raging erection in my pants. I began to unfasten my belt, not taking my eyes off of Claire. As I was fiddling with my pants, Claire slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It was as if she was telling me to “hurry up”. Her eagerness to suck my cock had me go from keeping causal and cool while removing my pants, to frantically yanking them off like a madman.

I pushed my trousers down, my dong springing free and staring Claire in the face. A small bead of precum had already appeared. I kicked my pants off my feet and stepped closer to Claire, my engorged member nearly poking her cheek. I waited for her to get started, but she remained in the same position, hands in lap and mouth open. It looked as though I would have get things started. I gripped the base of my cock with my left hand, and gently placed my right hand on her head, guiding her towards me. I placed the tip of my dick on her tongue, rubbing it in small circles. Claire let out an excited sound as I slid more of my shaft into her eager mouth. A pleasured exhale slipped from my lungs as her wet, warm mouth enveloped me. I began to slowly work Claire’s head back and forth, and groaned in approval as her tongue began to dance along the underside of my cock.

My hand fell from her head as she continued her bobbing motion, taking roughly half of my shaft. My eyes closed and my head fell back as I stood there and enjoyed the sensations of her blowing me. By now, it was patently clear to me that Claire was a seasoned participant when it came to anything sex, but I surprisingly hadn’t had her suck my dick up until now. It was worth the wait, no doubt. I loved getting my dick sucked, sometimes more than fucking, and Claire was proving that to be true despite being an absolutely incredible fuck.

After letting her do her work for a few minutes, I felt the urge to take it further. I reached down and placed both of my hands on her head, running my fingers through her short, brown hair. As if she knew what was coming, Claire moaned in approval as I increased my grip, the sounds from her mouth reverberating up my cock and into my abdomen. I interrupted her pace and began to push her head into my pelvis, my dick hitting the back of her throat eliciting a gag from her. I pulled her back to where just my tip was between her lips before pushing her into me once again. She gagged again as I hit the back of her mouth once more. I pulled back again, fully removing my member from her mouth, a single strand of saliva bridging the gap between the tip and her bottom lip.

Claire looked up at me and smiled devilishly. She once again showed her prowess as a dirty talker, looking me dead in the eyes as she spoke: “I want you to fuck my face. Fuck my face like you fuck my pussy, T.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was as if Claire was a pornstar in another life, and that she existed solely to pleasure me these past weeks. I needed no further convincing though, as I reset my hands on the back of her head and plunged my cock into her mouth, immediately punching the back of her throat. Claire gagged, loudly this time as I held her I place there. I began to apply more force on her head, trying to encourage my cock further inside of her. She gagged once more, her hands jumping from her lap and bracing against my thighs. Finally, my cock slid past the barrier and into her throat. A low, guttural groan emitted from me as I pressed Claire’s head as far as it would physically go. A muffled whimper slipped from her as her lips reached the base of my shaft, her nose buried against my public bone.

I slowly removed my dick from her throat, sliding it out of her mouth completely. A large glob of saliva dropped from her mouth onto her big tits. Claire looked up at me and spoke again.

“C’mon, T. I need you to fuck my face. Please. Please fuck my face.” She begged in a whining tone.

I had to comply this time. I could not let her down. I did the same this time as I did earlier. Gripping her short hair still, I thrust my cock straight into her throat. Claire removed her hands from my thighs and instead wrapped her arms around my backside, effectively locking me into place with my dick buried in her mouth. I did as she asked this time, and began yanking her head back and forth, thrusting my cock in and out of her throat. The feeling was like nothing that I had ever experienced before. Everything about it was a turn-on. The way her throat constricted and convulsed around my member, the way my balls slapped against her chin, the loud “gluck gluck” noises that emanated from her mouth, the salvia that waterfalled down her chin, coating her chest in a reflective sheen.

I couldn’t let myself finish too quickly, I wanted to savor this. I began to think of things to take my mind off of the moment. School. My upcoming internship. Lacrosse plays. Eventually the thought crossed my mind again of what kind of trouble this sort of thing could cause me should anyone find out. Imagine if Dave came into the house right now and began to investigate what sounded like someone very enthusiastically making pasta, only to find me facefucking his ex-wife in their old bedroom. I pushed the thought from my mind and returned my focus to Claire.

I yanked my cock from her mouth, letting her catch her breath.

“Take out those titties, Claire. I need to see them” I said, lightly stroking my spit-covered dick. Claire continued to breath heavily as she composed herself, then reached for her breasts. One after the other, she pulled them free from the baby blue cups. I reached out and grabbed them both, taking a quick break to give them both the appreciation they deserved. Claire moaned in between gasps as my hands stimulated her glistening tits. As I had my fun with her breasts, though, something came over me. I suddenly had this feeling, this powerful urge that if I didn’t put every fiber of my being into fucking Claire’s throat right now that I might implode. Almost robotically, I released her tits and placed my hands back on her head. Once again my cock plunged into her mouth and inside her throat. And once again, Claire gagged and croaked as I began to buck my hips wildly. I groaned and grunted like a Neanderthal as I pounded Claire’s mouth. A brief flicker caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to the see Claire’s large mirror staring directly at us, almost as if she had angled it there perfectly. I found myself turned on even more as I effectively had my own porn to watch while I fucked her mouth. I could see those amazing tits that had been the source of so much joy for me bouncing wildly as I thrust, covered in saliva, glistening from the small bit of sunlight that shone into the room.

Reflecting on the past few weeks, Claire had set the new standard for every sexual encounter I would have moving forward. Everything about her was the peak: her tits, her pussy, her dedication, her enthusiasm, and now, her mouth. I looked back down at this busty MILF as she continued to take my cock and knew that I didn’t have much longer. But I wasn’t quite done yet. I yanked my dick free from her mouth once more. Reaching for Claire, I grabbed her by the shoulders, rotated her to the side, and pressed her back up against her dresser. I grabbed her wrists and lifted them up, pinning them against the wooden dresser above her head. Immediately my cock found its way back into her mouth as I resuming my thrusting. Claire was now completely helpless as I ruthlessly fucked her throat, just as she had asked. The sloppy sounds of such a hearty facefuck, interspersed with her noises, was exactly what I needed to finally hit the peak. With a triumphant yell and one more thrust, I exploded into Claire’s throat. Nearly all of my weight pressed into her as she remained pinned between me and the dresser. Shot after shot of cum blasted down her throat, she had no choice but to swallow every last drop.

As I finished draining my balls entirely, my legs began to buckle and I practically collapsed onto the bed next to us as my orgasm hit me to my core. Free from my cock and my grip, Claire desperately sucked in air as she tried to catch her breath, coughing and sputtering in between inhales. After a few more minutes, we both finally composed ourselves. I reached for my trousers on the ground and Claire began to stand up from her spot on the floor.

“Hey T,” she said, her voice raspy now in the aftermath of my work. “Yeah, Claire?” I replied, still breathing heavily. “Don’t forget about me when you’re surrounded by all those college girls again” she said, flashing that bright smile of hers one last time. I smiled in return as I pulled my pants back up. “I could never, Miss Claire.”