Normally I fuck black guys or older white men. Never really considered myself a cougar. Never consciously went on the prowl for young cock. But this teen guy, still wet behind the ears, followed me all over the grocery store. I finally confronted him. Asked him if he lost his mommy. He could barely talk, couldn’t even look me in the eyes. Just mumbled how beautiful I was. He was socially awkward, but sweet. What is that saying? Young, dumb and full of cum. My gut told me he wasn’t even in college yet, but at least he was driving!
I was horny and he wasn’t going to stop following me, so I told him to follow me home. I wanted to sing “Mrs. Robinson” to him but was sure the reference would be lost on him. When he arrived, he pulled out his cock, and well any fear I had about wearing an orange jumpsuit, was trumped by desire. His cock was huge. That was certainly a man cock he was packing in his school boy pants. I fell to my knees and started worshiping that teen cock.
Once I had his throbbing rod in my mouth, I didn’t care about the age difference. This young guy needed a cougar to teach him how to use his instrument. Amazing tool he had, and I was going to rock his world. I fucked him in every position conceivable. I pretty much demonstrated the entire kamasutra guide to sexual positions with him. Even let him fuck my ass. I swear that boy was half black, because that cock belongs to a 30 something black man, not a teen white boy still in school.
Turns out I was his first. He was a virgin. I popped a teen boy’s cherry. And he filled me up with boy batter all day long. Turned me into a school boy’s cum dumpster. If being a cougar means I get to drain big thick cocks that can fuck me like a gang of black men, then call me Mrs. Robinson. My pussy just found the fountain of youth. I think tomorrow I take my morning jog around the schoolhouse.
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