Prompt: Married women in their 40’s and 50’s suddenly develop oral urges for her husband’s cum, and to swallow, fairly often too! No one can believe it, almost like an anti-“biological clock” turned on. Taste hasn’t changed, but strangely women like cum better. A covert method of population control?

Early 1970s

It was a sterile, windowless room. Two men in white coats peered through a small one way window into another chamber.

“So instead of intercourse, the female specimen will prefer fellatio,” explained one of them.

“This is a quite a breakthrough,” the other responded, looking at his clipboard, “We’ve got to do something to stop these damn hippies or we’re going to be overrun.”

“The only issue now is delivery. We were thinking something in the water? Like fluoride? The chemical is mostly inert to men. Our only setback is it can sometimes take a year or more to hit a critical concentration in brain.”

“That will have to do, the chemical flyover program hasn’t had much success.”

Both men paused for a second, looking back through the window intently. A loud but muffled groan came through the glass as they watched the man shudder, thick white ropes of cum spurting into the girl’s mouth.

“That’s the third one today,” he told his colleague before grabbing the small microphone and pressing the intercom button.

“Okay Maggie, thank you. You can go back to your desk, just let your manager know if you feel additional symptoms today,” he instructed, releasing the button as finished.

“We need to get her in here,” the other laughed, adjusting himself uncomfortably.

“She was one of the girls in the typist pool we pulled for study.”

Present Day

“It’s a trend across the nation, a revolution for women my age reclaiming our sexuality,” a woman in her late forties explained.

The camera jumped across to a younger woman in a casual dress. The host of an early morning program.

“So you’ve felt.. the urge then?” asked the interviewer, a woman in her mid twenties.

The older woman laughed with a slight blush.

“Oh yes. I definitely felt it, and my husband had too,” she laughed, covering her mouth as she leaned back in her overstuffed chair, “it’s quite the urge, let me tell you.”

“And do you buy into the theories, the conspiracies? Midlife climax? Covid changing DNA?”

“Oh my gosh no. All of that is nonsense. I think it’s perfectly normal, perfectly healthy, and my husband and I have never been closer.”

The bedroom television played in the background. Angela’s golden hair clinging to your thighs. It seemed like a morning ritual at this point. She had always gotten up early, but now that included deepthroating you before she pulled herself out of bed. The sounds of her mouth, drool, her breathing, it drowned out anything else and you could feel your toes curling already. It seemed like since her birthday a few months ago, this was all she wanted to do.

Your hands ran through her hair as you groaned. God her mouth was talented, well, it had gotten talented. You hadn’t had a blowjob in years, and now it was every day, sometimes more than once. She didn’t even look up at you. Consumed with lust as her tongue massaged your cock, her lips finding there way to the base of your prick. Her fingertips slowly massaged your balls, hungry for cum.

gluck gluck gluck

A steady rhythm, your prick squeezed by her throat as drool soaks your crotch.

gluck gluck gluck

Her soft moans, gentle, delicate. Her lips slurping along your length. Her head bobbing in your lap.

“Oh babe,” you can’t help but groan, feeling your body tighten, slipping towards the edge.

As your testes tense, you can almost hear her squeal around your cock, cum gushing from your prick as she hungrily swallows. Her greedy mouth stays latched, slowly pulling and sucking along the length of you, wanting more. Her mouth and fingers worked slowly, even as you became more and more sensitive, pulling out the last small glob of sperm from your tip.

“God I love that,” she said licking her lips.

You lay still, your head back as you felt the aftershock of your orgasm. You could feel her kissing your cock, nuzzling it, still hoping for another drop.

“My god, you’re possessed.”

“Oh hush you love it,” she laughed, smacking your thigh playfully.

“Oh I do, you haven’t been this fiendish in years.”

“I’m honestly not even wet. I just love making you cum and swallowing it. It makes me feel incredible,” she giggled, “god if this happened twenty years ago, there’s no way we would of had three kids.”

Crawling forward she gave you a kiss, “god I almost want to suck you off again right now,” she complained.