Ken's face twisted into a contorted mask of raw lust as he looked down beneath this older woman helplessly spread-eagled beneath him. The head of Ken's blood-engorged penis disappeared excitingly up into the soft curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward, then his weight smashed her full rounded breasts tightly back against her chest. Thrusting his hips forward at the same time, his long, thick cock slid hard up into her pinkly glistening cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh of her long, unused pussy in gentle, rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan from his throat his balls smacked heavily into the quivering white cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me," she wailed beneath him.
She'd never felt so completely filled in her life. Brenda thrilled to the sensation of his rock-hard, heavily veined cock driving in her. It felt as though her cunt was torn into tiny pieces as Ken rammed into her without thought or mercy. Her tender cunt was responding now as his cock lay sunk deep in her belly, filling it to the bursting point. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh in it that could not feel as it pressed tightly into the cruelly split flesh of her cunt, encased in the moist, hot sheath like a brutally planted spike.
Ken levered her beautifully satin-smooth legs up off the bed in a arc far back over her head. Pressing her feet harshly on either side of her shoulders, he began fucking in earnest. Brenda's tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles torturing her. The glistening white plane of her cunt was presented up to him as he quickened his vicious thrusts. The lewd intrusion made her dilated vagina grow and expand before his uncontrolled assault. The heavy weight of his muscular loins crushed hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider apart as he plunged forward with all of his strength, sinking his cock as deeply as he was able to thrust into her hot belly. She groaned defenselessly beneath him, her face showing a mixture of pain and humiliation as well as pleasure. She tried not to move as she felt the pain wondrously easing with the stillness of her body. Ken's hands cupped her full, naked breasts, twisting and squeezing them with a savage brutality that reminded her of her husband Charlie. Teasing and tugging at her tits until she thought they would burst from his wild manipulations.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she panted.
The pleasure increased as her warmly seeping cunt walls began to clasp hungrily around his thick, blood-engorged rod. Her hips slithered up wetly devouring the length of his lust-hardened flesh. His huge, swollen balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her buttocks. Brenda's sensitive ass cheeks tingled at the contact as he began slowly, rhythmically driving in with spearing, hard, fucking strokes.
Looking in the mirror she could see what was happening. She loved the sensation that was being generated in her crotch. His muscular body excited her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried in frenzied arousal. "Give it to me."
Instinctively she responded. Brenda threw her legs around his as he pumped down hard.
"I want it," she begged eagerly. "Every inch."
She felt no pain now. The ever-mounting excitement caused them both to break out in a sweaty state. With a series of longer, smoother plunging strokes he went on driving his lust-thickened penis almost all the way out of her softly clutching vagina on the back stroke. Then ramming forward into her, until he could feel the huge, blood-swollen head of his cock colliding hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside. Hot fires of animal lust raged in Ken's body as his madly fucking loins pumped forward.
This beautiful woman wanted him. She was responding under him to his skewering cock, and reaching with frantically roving hands for his buttocks.
Spurred on by the wildly pitching body, Ken fucked harder now. He pinned her flatter to the bed, restricting her movements until Brenda thought she would go mad. He raised himself over her in a push-up position, his hands dropping from her passion-flushed breasts to grasp her ankles and pry them farther apart so that he could lever her upper torso.
Brenda moaned, attempting to hump upwards. She felt her climax approaching, driving her out of her mind.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "fuck me, fuck me. Fuck harder."
Her hands darted behind his hard-driving buttocks, pulling them gently apart as far as she could, opening his spasming loins.
"I'm cuming, ahhhhh, I'm cumming," she cried in a shrill voice as her mind reeled with passion.
Brenda's cum flowed wetly around his still-pumping cock, spilling into the soft, excitingly clenching crevice of her buttocks, flooding his testicles and the base of his cock as he plunged relentlessly into her.
It was the most exciting fuck he'd ever experienced in his mind. It was Fourth of July! Fireworks seemed to flash in his loins as his hard prick kept pumping into her. He could feel the hot load of his sperm building up for a release. The broad, blunt head of Ken's cock flexing and suddenly growing larger inside of her grasping, ravaging cuntal passage had him almost there. And then he erupted. Ken's hot, thick liquid shot deep into her widely stretched pussy, mixing salaciously with the wetness of her own juicy pussy. Her head seemed to whirl in mindless sensuality as the burning prick pumped into her hot, wet cunt walls. Her pussy clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at his crazily jerking cock like a sucking, starving mouth.
"Fuck it, fuck it," he cried passionately.
It had been so long since she'd been able to have any sex like this. She gripped the young man's quivering buttocks. Gently Brenda eased her hands from his asshole. And then Ken rolled off her, breathing heavily in an effort to fill his lungs with air.
Brenda groaned at the loss of his penis. She felt the cool rush of breeze caressing her cum-soaked loins. Looking at him she smiled now.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
He nodded. "And you wanted it, too," Ken smiled.
It was all terrifyingly clear to her. All of the sex feelings were ripped from her. Brenda knew very well that when Charlie wanted her to do lewd acts she really desired to. But her Puritan upbringing wouldn't permit her to. He looked at her now lustfully.
"You're so beautiful," he told her. "You know you are."
He was begging her at this point to lick his ass crack.
"Oh, I could never do that," she said, covering her eyes in shame and guilt as she thought about the terrible things that he was asking her. It was like an awful rerun. This was the very thing that Charlie had asked her to do.
"Ken," she said shamefully, "oh, God in heaven, how could you ask such a thing?"
Ken only smiled, then propped his ass cheeks up on a couple of pillows and spread his legs wide.
"Do I turn you on?" he smiled knowingly.
She had to tell him the truth. She blurted out anxiously, "Yes, damn it, yes, you do!"
He was insisting that she lick his ass and she was weeping. As the tears flooded her eyes into an overflowing stream, he began pulling on his long, hard cock. She was filled with a terrible feeling of moral degeneracy. This was exactly what Charlie had asked her to do.
"Rim my ass," he told her.
"Don't you understand, Ken," she told him. "That's why I got a divorce. Charlie wanted me to suck on his asshole."
"And you refused him?" Ken asked, looking at her suspiciously. "What's wrong with you?"
She was overcome with what she was hearing. Here was a young teenage boy telling her that sucking ass was perfectly normal. Maybe something was wrong with her. Maybe the sun wasn't coming up right anymore. Maybe the earth was ready to fall apart at the seams. And then she began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" he demanded.
"Me," she explained. "I thought Charlie was such a crude sexual degenerate. But apparently he wasn't. Maybe that's what men like to do."
"Yes, and I like to watch in the mirror, too, if you know what I mean," he told her.
She nodded.
"Yes, I know what you mean," she said. "You want to see me perform this degrading act. It only goes to show what a sick person you really are."
"Sick?" Ken exclaimed angrily. "Get down there and suck my sweet ass and I'll show you how sick I am."
At that point his eyes fell on her panties lustfully. Vividly he recalled how stimulated he'd become the first time he caught sight of her crotch covered by them.
"All right," she said reluctantly, "but I think you've got a nerve."
Brenda crouched over Ken's crotch. Gently she let her hands wedge under his ass cheeks. And then she pulled his buttocks to her mouth. Ken's brain was reeling now as he became more excited.
"That's it, honey," he told her, "now you're doing it. Grab my ass and suck."
She held his buttocks up and suddenly her tongue stiffened and she plunged right up his rectum. He twisted his buttocks in erotic delight as he felt her tongue caressing his ass crack.
"I guess you gave your ex-husband some good rim jobs, Brenda," he told her.
He looked at her voluptuous body. The sight of her head bobbing up and down as she tongue fucked his asshole stimulated him. He could see her great bosoms swinging as she sucked.
"Ahhh, Brenda," he told her, "you're pretty damned good at it. Come on, love my ass."
Brenda was doing a super job of worming her tongue up his tight rectum. He reached down to run his fingers through her hair as he humped her face.
"Eat it," he panted. "Suck ass. Ohhh, rim it."
She enjoyed the sensation of his hot hands forcing her down on his round buttocks. But as she saw his quivering cock getting a hard-on she yearned for it. She remembered what pleasure she'd experienced when her husband Charlie would pump his prick down her throat. Brenda could almost feel his testicles sweeping against her face as he plunged in her mouth. The lewd desires that swept through her as she tongue fucked his asshole created a sweet kind of agony.
"Baby," he gasped, "you'd better suck my prick."
The fascination of watching her crouching and salaciously performing these acts on his huge, rock-hard cock excited him. He wanted to pump his penis into her wetly cavernous mouth and could hardly wait for the opportunity.
"Lick my balls first," he smiled as she gently let her tongue lap at his testicles.
The next thing he knew he pumped his hard shaft of male flesh between Brenda's widely ovalled lips.
"Suck my prick," he panted as he felt her hot mouth sliding over his cock.
Tantalizingly she let her fingers tease his testicles. And she stroked the base of his shaft while she sucked rhythmically up and down on the head of his cock. Looking in the mirror he thrilled to the sight of their naked bodies on the bed. There he was spread out with his buttocks propped up on pillows as the beautiful woman went up and down on his throbbing cock with uncontrollably lusty desire.
"Come on, Brenda, baby," he told her as he fucked her face brutally, "you're gonna get a mouthful. Just keep sucking and I'll flood your face with my prick juice."
At this point he reached down to grip her head so she could suck smoothly.
"Rhythm is the thing," he told her as he grabbed her. "Now suck smooth."
Brenda suddenly recalled what Charlie had taught her. He always enjoyed having her finger sliding up his asshole. She didn't hesitate to part Ken's buttocks and worm her finger right up his tight rectum.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," he panted as she thrust her finger roughly up against the nakedly defenseless crevice of his firm ass cheeks.
His narrowly expanded anus responded to her finger-pumping movements. He twisted about on the bed in wild abandon.
"Suck me, suck me," he begged passionately. "Suck."
Brenda kept her mouth working up and down his lust-incited prick. She was waiting for that magnificent moment when he would explode in her. Insanely Brenda ran her tongue faster over his pumping shaft and bulging head. She may be sick, she thought crazily, but she didn't want to stop cock sucking. His man meat continued driving down her throat in a lascivious manner. Her lust-fogged mind couldn't seem to get enough of him. Grasping his hips with one hand, she kept fingering his asshole with the other as her mouth held firmly to his cock. Ken loved her moist, slippery lips as she went up and down on his throbbing penis.
"Suck me, suck me," he begged her. "Suck!"
She mewled, her mouth still taut from his relentlessly driving cock.
"Yes, Brenda, baby," he gasped excitedly, "suck. I want to cum in your mouth, baby."
He commanded her to keep her lips fastened tightly around the head of his shaft as he ground his cock into her wetly quivering throat.
"Ohhh, yes," he cried, "suck me. I'm gonna really give you a hot load in that sweet-sucking mouth of yours."
He was babbling with lusty and lewd desire as the lascivious thrills shot through his body while she went on sucking his hard-driving cock. She could taste him starting to cum as he kept driving his penis tightly into her mouth. Moaning and mewling between cock stabs, she gripped his hips as he squirmed wantonly while she thrust her finger up his asshole and sucked on his long prick. He noticed the increasing tempo of her hungrily sucking mouth as she bobbed up and down methodically on his pillaging cock. The ecstasy of the moment was driving him out of his mind. Brenda could tell that it wouldn't be much longer until his expanding cock was exploding. He pumped it deeply now and she was helpless on his punishing prick. The fire in his loins built to a crescendo. He was feeding her now.
Brenda pulled her finger from Ken's asshole, clasped his ass cheeks and bore up and down on him.
"Suck me harder," Ken screamed at her in a wild, maniacal need for fulfillment.
Brenda sucked his lust-hardened penis like a wanton whore, and Ken's hot, pummeling pecker disappeared into a strange, lengthening fusion with her face as he fucked with hollowing buttocks, sinking his penis far into her mouth until his wiry pubic hair brushed at the tip of her nose. Ken's testicles danced lewdly, slapping in unison with his pounding thrusts hard against Brenda's upraised chin.
All at once his climax rolled out of his balls, and she felt his cock jerk as her lips sucked. She held the throbbing red shaft in her mouth now as she sucked.
"Suck, baby, suck," he told her.
Suddenly he pulled his prick out of her mouth. Brenda looked at him in a strange way.
"Oh, no, Ken, please… I want it. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to feel you cuming."
The agonizing look on her face excited him. He realized that he had pulled his rampaging prick from her mouth just in time. Before she could close her widely ovalled lips over his cock again, she was afraid that he would spew his hot, sticky cum in his hand. Grasping his prick, she pulled it quickly back to her lips. And then he shot his load. As Ken's cock head spewed hot, sticky cum directly into her mouth from his swollen cock head, she swallowed voraciously and bit him gently.
"Eat it," he begged her. "Eat my prick."
His wildly ejaculating cock was squirting its white-hot lewd male cum straight into her mouth and down her throat. The wantonly swallowing young divorcee hadn't sucked savagely like this until her husband fucked her. Ken quickened his strokes, driving hard and deep until she thought she was going to choke.
"Suck me, suck me," he gasped, fucking her face as he'd never fucked before.
The delicious feeling of having her suck him in was driving him almost out of his mind. She was certain that more sperm would erupt from the blood-engorged head of his cock.
"Eat it," he gasped. "Suck off."
Wet, white cum was oozing from his throbbing cock now.
"Ohhh," Ken groaned, "suck off."
Brenda gripped his trembling buttocks and pumped her face hard down against his grinding pelvis as he rammed his exploding cock all the way down her throat. For an instant she thought she would choke on that thick cock meat. Suddenly he erupted his thick, hot liquid, shooting deep into her throat again. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the powerful squirts of hot cum surged deep into her. It filled her face to overflowing with its sticky hot whiteness. The steaming, drenched walls of her throat forced her to pull off. Swallowing now she looked up at him.
"Ken, baby," she whispered, "it tasted so good."
She reached out to play with his balls. And his giant cock was still hard.
"It needed to be sucked," he said.
Finally the panting young man lay exhausted next to her. His rapidly deflating penis disappointed her. At last she trembled to stillness as she lay beside him. Her curvaceous body had excited him so much that he kept shooting his hot, white, sticky male cum to her sucking, hungry mouth.
The lewd act had caused her to realize that she was completely wrong in stopping her husband Charlie from doing what he wanted. A strange kind of euphoria seemed to sweep over her as she looked at him.
"Do you like my cum?" he smiled.
She nodded.
"Did it taste sweet?"
Staring up at him in a new-found horror, Brenda had to admit that it did. What an obscene act, she thought to herself. And then she bit her lip in self-revulsion. It was terrible that she had done this. She'd never felt so guilty in her life. She saw now that all of the lashing hatred that she felt for her ex-husband Charlie had really been for herself. Strange thoughts filtered through her dazed mind as she recognized she might really be a whore at heart. She loved sucking cock. She enjoyed giving Ken a rim job. Only a woman of a whore's mentality could enjoy such carnal acts of wanton lust.
"What are you thinking about?" Ken asked her as he noticed she looked away evasively.
"Nothing," she said as tears quickly began to fill her eyes.
Ken looked at her disgustedly.
"Is that your way of saying thank you?" he demanded. "You shouldn't look at me like that. You should be grateful."
Looking at him with tears streaking her eyes, she admitted, "I was thinking of Charlie. I was thinking of all the hell I caused for him. I was wrong – he was right. He said that he only wanted what any other normal, red-blooded male would expect. I guess he was right. But he shouldn't have married a lady like me. He needed a whore."
Once more she had derailed her thinking so she could make herself out to be a wonderful woman who would never stoop to doing the degrading sexual acts that she had just performed in such a debasing manner.
"But you enjoyed it as much as I did," Ken remind her.
"I know," Brenda admitted sadly, "and that's what hurts. I hate myself for it."
Ken wrapped his arms lovingly around her. Pressing his hot lips on hers, he kissed her passionately. Then pulling away he looked into her eyes and told her with burning sincerity, "You're a mighty good screw. And that's really what every man expects from his wife. Don't chastise yourself anymore. You'll find somebody else."
Shaking her head, Brenda told him she couldn't.
"Charlie was the only man I would ever be able to love. And I let him go."
"There's always someone else," Ken assured her. "Believe that, Brenda. You've got to."
Brenda appreciated Ken's feeling and concern for her.
"If you could service me now and then," she suggested slyly, "we could really make sweet music together."
Ken did not want to be caught in the trap of returning to any female for the second time.
"No way," he shook his head. "I just play in a girl's playpen once. I'm sorry."
A look of hurt surfaced on Brenda's face as she realized what a cool number Ken was.