Three days had passed before Barbara Foster had a chance to get Billy Taylor alone in her apartment. Ever since that sexual feast at his mother's place, Babs had been plotting a way to have his fat cock all to herself.
She had called Janet that afternoon, making up the excuse of wanting to borrow a piece of jewelry. There was a snicker in the older woman's voice when she said she would send over her son with the trinket.
Janet knew the good use Barbara was going to put Billy's dick to, and wished her friend all the good times in the world. Of course, she was a little surprised that Babs hadn't asked her to join them, but she didn't really give it much of a second thought. The one thing she couldn't complain about was having a lack of her son's hot cock. She knew it was only right to share the wealth with the other horny women around town.
"I'll send him by about seven tonight," Barbara told her friend that afternoon.
Barbara only had a few hours to get ready for Billy, and she had many things to do. Since the other night, she couldn't take her mind off the teenager. Her mind remained focused on the perverted activities of the other night. And she couldn't get it out of her mind that she was actually in love with the young boy.
As silly as she was sure it sounded, Barbara couldn't think about the rest of her life without the boy, now that she had tasted his thrillingly young body. This was her first big chance to show him how she felt, and Babs wasn't going to let the moment slip by.
Barbara had seen a tough streak in the boy the other night. The brutal, almost sadistic glint in the stud's eyes had sent a chili racing through her bloodstream and a tremble through her cunt lips.
Barbara had gone to the stores that afternoon, buying some special things for the night of thrills with Billy Taylor. One of the shops that she visited was in the west section of mid-town Manhattan. It was an industrial area, with few retail stores.
The Playchest was the kind of a store that did most of its business through the mails, shipping things out in plain brown wrappers without return addresses, Barbara had visited the tiny shop several times before, when she needed some special things in leather for some special friends.
Barbara was going to please Billy the way she thought he would most like to be pleased. She spent the afternoon sifting through the bondage fashions that the store specialized in. Just holding the leather and chains made her fingers tremble with building lust.
Barbara's fingers toyed with the package all the way home. Now she was imagining herself dressed in her new garments, her wrists shackled to her ankles. She imagined herself twisting at Billy's feet, a slave to the boy's thick, throbbing cock.
Barbara didn't take a shower before getting dressed for the evening. She had worked up quite a sweat that afternoon, getting ready, and she liked the strong scent of her body. The sweet, heavy perfume that she used mixed with the smells of her perspiration, and she knew that the aroma would make Billy's teenage tool stick out on end.
Seven o'clock wiled around faster than Barbara had realized, and she was soon rushing to put on the finishing touches on her make-up. The straps of smooth, black leather hanging from her arms didn't get in the way.
The lobby buzzer sounded just as Barbara turned off all but one small lamp in her large living room. She stepped to the front door with a joint of powerful grass hanging from her lips.
If things went as planned, Barbara told herself, Billy would leave the following morning needing her just as much as she needed him. She intended to satisfy the boy's every fantasy. When Babs was through with him, he wouldn't need his mother's fucked-out pussy any more.
Barbara drew a lungful of smoke into her chest when Billy rang the front doorbell. She waited there, not wanting to appear too eager. Of course, she wasn't about to play hard-to-get with the cockshaft that she wanted so much.
Exhaling, she took another toke as she leaned forward and slowly unlocked the door. She opened it and stood framed in the doorway, a spiral of pot smoke drifting up from her lips.
Billy was caught off balance by the sight of Barbara Foster standing in front of him. She was wearing black high heels, black mesh stockings and the wildest, thinnest leather bikini bra and panties that the boy had ever seen.
But it was the straps and retainers that captured Billy's attention. Just the sight of that instruments of domination made his cock as hard as a steel rod. Barbara was wearing some sort of a harness, made of thick leather and brass rings. The thought of all sorts of great positions that he couldn't wait to try out with his mother's best friend. On his way over to her apartment he had daydreamed about getting rough with that wild-wet bitch. Dressed as she was, Billy knew that he could have all the fun he wanted with her fuckable body.
"Don't just stand out there, baby," Babs finally said, stepping to the side so that Billy could step past her into the apartment. "You might catch cold out there all by your lonesome self, sweetheart," she continued, the words, slipping from her lips as if each were dipped in honey.
"You won't have to ask twice, bitch," Billy crowed, swaggering up to Barbara like a dockworker.
Barbara stood open to Billy's inspection, and felt proud when his eyes darted from one fat tit to the other. Her breath caught in her throat as the boy marched out and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around a leather strap that dangled from the collar around her neck.
Still standing in the open doorway, Billy yanked down on the strap, making Barbara's knees bend under the strain. A sadistic grin spread across his face as her body yielded against his own, her tits pointing upwards ready for his touch.
"You look good, baby," Billy grunted, crushing her lips with his own. "Good enough to eat," he added, reaching down to her crotch and dining his left hand into the sopping heat of her twat.
Barbara knew that she shouldn't be standing in the hallway of her building, dressed the way she was dressed and being handled by a teenager the way Billy was handling her. But she wasn't about to deny him his pleasure, when and where he took it. Her nosey neighbors would just have to risk being shocked if they stepped out into the hallway at that moment.
When Billy finally released her, Barbara's hand flew to her neck. She tied on the collar that was strangling her as her tongue licked up the excess that the drooling boy's mouth had left on her own. She didn't realize that the strap was built to cut off her air supply when it was yanked on. She almost fainted from lack of oxygen but it didn't matter. As she starred back out of his embrace, she saw the swelling fullness of his hot cock pushing out the front of his jeans. She knew that it was her lusting body that made his dick throb, and she loved the feeling of power his need for her generated.
"Here baby," Barbara told the boy, handing him the joint.
Billy let Barbara lead him into the darkened apartment. The door slimmed shut behind them as they headed for the low-slung couch in the middle of the room. She was leading the boy by his prick, working her long, slender fingers up the shaft of meat beneath the front of his straining jeans.
"Let me take that," Barbara offered, taking the jewelry that Janet had sent her.
Billy was as aware as his mother of the flimsiness of Babs' excuse for seeing him. She didn't even play along with the script as she tossed the small box onto a table in the hallway. It was just a silly prop, and Barbara treated it that way.
"What can I fix you, darling?" Barbara asked, sauntering over to the bar with a swing of her sexy hips. "I have anything your little heart desires, darling," she continued, holding up a clear glass bowl of all different pills. "If you don't see what you want," she added, thrusting her nearly naked cunt out in his direction, "just ask for it."
Billy picked out some pills, and asked for a Scotch on the rocks. Barbara was delighted with herself as she puttered around the bar, getting everything just right for her dominant lover.
Barbara turned back to the sofa carrying a tray loaded down with booze, pills and small brass locks. She was hoping that Billy felt like getting down to some real action nice and fast. She wanted to show him just how flexible she could be in acting out his fantasies.
Billy's eyes went wide when he spied those locks and the tray beside his drink. Taking the drink in one hand, he made short work of getting the pill down. Barbara was standing in front of him, bending at the waist waiting for anything that he might want to do to her.
With one hand, Billy reached out and hooked his fingers into the two brass rings hanging from the tips of her leather bra. He pulled them together, painfully crushing the beautiful woman's boobs. He slipped the first lock into place.
Looking down at her tits, Billy saw that the squeezed-together tits made a perfect place for fucking. He was thrilled with the idea of pushing his dick between those fat orbs, pumping away at her body until the tip of his cock exploded his boiling load of cum.
"Let's get down to business, whore," Billy growled, knocking the tray out of Babs' hands as he pulled her down across his lap. "Bend your fuckin' arms behind your back, and be quick about it," he continued, quickly getting into the slave muter game.
It hurt when Barbara's tits bounced against his hard thighs, but she didn't dare open her mouth about it. Instead, he placed her arms around her back, just as she was told to do. Her cunt throbbed even more when she heard the snap of the lock connecting the rings on her wrists.
When he was finished locking Barbara's hands behind her, Billy tossed the woman onto the floor at his feet. The fact that she bruised her arm hitting the leg of a chair didn't disturb the boy in the least. After all, Babs had made it perfectly clear that she was there for his sole pleasure.
"Get those fuckin' legs of yours together, whore," Billy commanded, towering over the groveling bitch on the floor.
Barbara rolled onto her back, lifting her legs up towards Billy. He didn't have to bend over to snap the third lock on the submissive woman's ankles. Finally, the handsome stud used a leather strap to tie Babs' hands and feet together.
Billy laughed as he stood looking down at the totally helpless woman cowering on the floor. Her tits still looked great, and he thrilled to the sight of the edge of her leather bra biting into her naked flesh.
Barbara could feel beads of perspiration forming on her brow. The salty sweat burned her eyes as it dripped into them. The rough material of the carpet irritated her tender skin, making her squirm that much more invitingly.
Billy tore the waistband of his jeans open. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock popped out into the open. The sight of his swollen, throbbing prickmeat, ready for her hungry mouth, was almost more then Barbara could bear. She had to wrap her trembling lips around his dick; she had to feel his spurting cum splashing against the back of her throat.
Barbara would have enjoyed stripping off the boy's clothing, but that was impossible. Billy took his time getting out of his shirt and pants, knowing that the whore on the floor was getting a good eyeful of his ready to fuck dick.
Kicking his socks into the corner, Billy rolled over, using the tip of his foot. The look of agony on Barbara's face made Billy's cock even harder as he knelt down. That put his dick within sucking range. And that was something that Babs had no intention of passing up.
"Come oh, honey," she begged, straining her neck to get closer to his fat, cum-tipped tool. "Let me at that big, cock of yours, stud. I want to taste those hot juices of yours. Fuck me. Fuck me in the face, darling," she begged.
Billy held the tip of his shaft a scant inch from Barbara's pleading lips. Every time it looked like she was going to catch her prize, he skillfully yanked it just out of reach. He laughed out loud at the tears of frustration that he saw building up in Babs' heavy, sensual eyes.
"Take it easy, whore," he barked, slashing the back of his hand across her beautiful face. "Don't be such a greedy bitch," he warned her.
Billy's blow caught Barbara by surprise. The force of the slap was thrilling, sending her sprawling across the floor. Ha cunt started to drool when he reached over, grabbed hold of the lock on her tits and pulled her into a sitting position. It knocked the wind out of her, but she loved it.
Billy roughly positioned Babs between his legs, resting his burning cock on her cleavage. He liked the sight of the red mark across her face. It made his cock hungry for her mouth.
"Start sucking, tramp," Billy told her, lifting his cock to her mouth and shoving it inside.
This was what Barbara was waiting for, but the suddenness of Billy's actions still took her by surprise. She struggled to take the full thickness of his tool, and she could feel pain in her jaws as the teenager's cock pressed deeper.
"Suck harder, bitch!" he screamed, shooting his hips forward and ramming his cockhead deeper down her throat.
Barbara groaned loudly, slaving with every ounce of strength in her body to carry out her orders. She was gagging on the surging shaft, but she struggled to keep Billy from hearing the sound of her choking. She didn't want it to bother her young, handsome stud.
Billy heard Barbara gagging, but didn't give a slit about it. He wanted to get the woman's saliva all ever his shaft, lubricating it for the tight fit between her heaving breasts. The boy had his heart set on fucking those big tits.
Barbara bent her neck so that her long tongue was able to lick over the boy's hairless balls. She could feel the cum boiling in those spheres. Every once in a while, the tip of her tongue found its way into the crack of his ass. With his help, she was able to run the tip of her tongue around the tight ring of Billy's asshole.
Billy enjoyed Babs' explorations, but he was more interested in getting his cock ready for those tits of hers. The idea of pounding the breath out of Barbara's body was making his cock ache with desire.
"I want my dick good and wet," he told her, keeping a cutting, dominant quality in his voice.
Barbara hadn't figured out yet what the boy wat after, but it didn't make the slightest difference. If Billy told her to soak down his meat, that's the only thing she thought about.
Billy was pleased at how quickly Babs carried out his orders. The sound of her wet lapping mouth filled the room. His cock tingled from the glistening moistness of her saliva. He leaned back on his heels, enjoying the warmth of her tongue, lips, and mouth. The fact that the slaving ramp had to stretch uncomfortably made it just that much more fun for both the sadistic master and his masochistic servant.
"Move that cumbag body of yours around this way," Billy snapped, grabbing her straps and twisting the bitch any way he felt like twisting her.
Barbara wished that her hands were free to support the top of her body. With them handcuffed behind her back, she rubbed her soft-featured face against the harsh carpet. It wasn't only humiliating, it was painful too.
Billy handled the woman like a bag of shit. It was the way he knew she wanted to be treated. The more he slammed her around, the more he bruised her tits and ass, the better she liked it. The boy was experienced in rough stuff. His mother liked to be beat-up before they fucked.
When Billy shoved his cock down between Barbara's crushed tits, she knew what was expected of her. Using her entire body, she fucked back against his raging shaft, pushing his cock deep into her dark cleavage.
Barbara was glad she had soaked down Billy's cock. Without her saliva making things slippery, his dick would have burned the skin off the inside of her boobs. As it was, the pistoning insistence of his prick rubbed her skin raw until it was bright red.
Billy was really having one hell of a time. The woman's tits were as good as they looked. His cock hadn't been treated to as tight a fit in quite some time. Her skin was getting so hot that it started the juices boiling in his balls.
"I told you to move it, bitch!" Billy screamed, slamming his open hand into Barbara's face.
Before she had a chance to recover from the first blow, Billy struck Babs again. And then again. He wanted to show her, once and for all, who the boss was. She was going to respond to his desires with every ounce of strength in her body, or he was going to bust her ass.
Barbara didn't doubt how far Billy would go to satisfy his freaky tastes. She knew not to get too carried away with him. She knew that it might mean the need for a doctor to piece her back together again. She wasn't looking for that kind of trouble.
Billy bounced Barbara's body around like a rag-doll. She thrashed first one way, and then the next. Her tits would have bounced around the same way, had it not been for the chains, locks and leather that kept them rigid.
Billy finally found it impossible to hold back the raging force of his cock. Shoving his dick hard into the tightness of the woman's boobs, the tip of his tool exploded. His hips shot forward as he felt the cum shooting from the tiny pee-slit in the blunt tip of his dick.
"Yes, you slut. Yes, you fuckin' whore," the teenager screamed, lost in the throbbing passions or his lust.
Barbara loved all the dirty names Billy called her. It made her feel worthless and humble. When he spit those words at her she believed them.
"Cunt!" he screamed. "Filthy cum-hungry cunt!"
When his hips stopped thrusting, and she felt his cock going soft, Barbara let it slip from between her breasts. She studied its glistening skin before twisting her head low and popping the spent prick into her mouth. She loved the taste of his sweet cum, and sucked the last drops of precious liquid from his fucked-out shaft.
Barbara was sorry that she hadn't taken the full blast of Billy's jism down her throat. His sticky sweetness we just what her churning belly was looking for. She would have loved to struggle to get every last drop. She wouldn't have lost the smallest little bit of Billy's load.
At least she was able to enjoy the warm sensation of Billy's load dropping into the cleavage of her freshly-fucked tits. And Barbara knew that her lover had more loads where that came from. She was going to get her fill of his prick before the evening was half-finished, and she knew it.
Billy was surprised to feel his cock coming to life so quickly, but there was no denying the quiver of excitement surging through his prick at that moment. Barbara's mouth was even more experienced than Janet's. She sucked louder and wetter. And the sight of her twisted at hit feet, shackled for his pleasure, was almost too much to bear.
With his cock sticking straight out, Billy stood up. He towered over Babs, still enjoying her obvious discomfort. He rolled her around on the floor with the side of his foot. The sight of tears of pain welling in her eyes made his dick even hotter.
"Why don't you shove that fuckin' cock of yours into me, big fucker?" Barbara asked coyly, smiling despite the aching in her arms and legs.
"Not a bad idea," Billy remarked, reaching down and grabbing Barbara's left tit. "You got a lot of nice places to fuck, lady," he added, twisting that hunk of flesh sadistically.
Billy's eyes danced over Barbara's body trashed beneath his gasp. He was really turned on by the sight of her wiggling ass just out of sight under the black-leather bikini. The strap connecting Babs' locked wrists and ankles was drawn tight up the length of her ass-crack. The two cheeks of her buttocks were split apart like walnut. He was sure the leather strap and panties were cutting into her crotch savagely.
Barbara's eyes remained fixed on the handsome teenager as he went over to his jeans and drew out the thick black-leather belt from its belt-loops. The heavy steel buckle shimmered in the dim light. The horny bitch trembled with fear and lust.
"Get into the bedroom, slut!" Billy screamed.
Barbara was helpless. So totally shackled, she could hardly breathe much less make it into the other room. She didn't try to conceal the terror in her face as she looked up at her master. Babs looked for some sign of how Billy expected her to carry out his command.
"Sure, baby," Barbara said, her voice submissive. "Just unlock my feet for me, honey. Or my hands," she suddenly said. "Yeah, Billy honey. Unlock my hands and I'll crawl into the bedroom for you. Just like a fucked-out whore!"
The image of Barbara dragging her ass across the floor turned Billy's cock nice and hard, but his original thought made his cock burn even more. Doubling the belt over, he shot it forward, enjoying the sound of the strap whistling through the air.
The lash sliced into Barbara's hip like a knife, leaving a red welt across her perspiring skin a good two inches wide. Billy's blow had been so strong that the pain jerked her body across the floor almost a foot. The brutal stud was so pleased with the result of the lash, he struck Barbara again.
Once again the woman's harnessed figure moved closer to the bedroom. Babs suddenly realized how he intended to get her into the bedroom. She was thrilled with his technique, as the tears of pain rolled down her cheeks. Billy was an animal, treating her like the animal that she knew she was.
"Get going, you bitch. You stinkin' slut. If you don't get that fat ass of yours in the bedroom quick, I'll really beat the shit out of your tits. You don't expect me to wait all day to shove my prick up your ass, do you?" he asked.
Billy punctuated his words with an endless cascade of stinging belt lashes. He wasn't waiting for an answer to his question. As a matter of fact, he was getting one hell of a kick out of the way his mother's best friend was letting him beat her up.
Barbara's face was wet with tears by the time she made it into the other room. She was nearly unconscious by the time she broke down at the foot of her bed. Her body was covered with angry red blotches. The boy hadn't spared one inch of her body. And he had given her cunt an extra helping of his special kind of attention.
Barbara's mind was in a daze. Through the heavy haze of her thoughts, she felt Billy's arms tighten around the back of her harness. With one powerful thrust, he lifted her exhausted figure up into the air and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced forward, cracking her head on the bed-post of the bed. Babs was too far gone to even feel the blow.
Billy unlocked the padlock keeping the woman's hands and feet together. Her body straightened out, allowing Barbara her first moments without pain in quite a while. It gave her a chance to regain her strength after the ordeal of getting from the living worn to the bedroom.
"Don't get too comfy, slut," Billy threatened, hooking a finger in the elastic waistband of Babs' leather bikini. "I've got some hard fucking to do," he added, his fingertips tracing up and down the length of the woman's ass-crack.
Barbara sensed a warmth from the boy for the first time. And just that brief human moment reinforced, all the positive things she felt about Janet's son. She marveled at her sudden shifts of emotion. His brutal traits were just as thrilling as the tender times they spent together.
Babs was on her stomach, smiling broadly as Billy pulled the leather panties she was wearing into a thin, black strip halfway down her thighs. Digging his fingers into her waist, he yanked her up into a kneeling position.
Billy hadn't undone the locks on Barbara's feet, hands or tits. She struggled to hold that position as the young stud climbed up behind her. She could feel the thickness of his shaft pressing its way towards her tight anus. She could feel his strong fingers tearing open the twin globes of her ass, exposing the target for the blunt tip of his cock.
"I can't wait for you to fuck the shit out of me," she told him, smiling over her shoulder as warmly and invitingly as she could, while wiggling her saucy bottom at the teenager. "Just climb aboard, cowboy," she continued, jabbing her ass, back against his dick, trying to capture its horny thickness.
"Let's go, bitch," Billy answered, shoving his hips forward with every ounce of power in his muscles.
"Holy shit!" Barbara screamed, torn by the incredible pain.
"Fuck that ass of yours back against my cock. I want a real good ride," he told her, stinging her thighs with the doubled leather belt that still hung from his fingers.
As always, Barbara did as she was told, slamming back against Billy's asshole reamer. She felt as though his bloated prick-head would push its way up through her grunting throat.
"Is this what you want… is this what you want… is this what you want?" she repeated, her words a mumbled slur as she responded to the whipping.
"Harder, slut!" Billy screamed, demonstrating with the folded belt just how hard he wanted her to fuck back against him.
A trickle of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth as Barbara let her last inhibitions melt away. Her body thrashed in every direction at once. His ass-fucking techniques were just as delightful as she remembered. Being completely at his will, her hands and feet shackled, made the whole scene even wilder and more perverted.
Billy found the lock on Barbara's tits getting in the way. He used his hands to tear the leather garment in two. He then attacked Babs' boobs with the same intensity, grabbing and twisting her throbbing nipples. The expensive garment hung in shreds from her arms. The lock had found its way beneath her flat belly and was digging into her skin.
Barbara was able to increase the pace of their fucking when she felt the tip of Billy's cock explode deep in her bowels. She felt each spurting load as it splashed against the inner walls of her steaming chamber.
Billy was oblivious to everything except the climax ripping through this body. The ring of Babs' anus tightened around the base of his tool, and muscles hidden deep in her buttocks, sucked the boiling load out of the boy's hairless balls.
The boy's spending seemed endless. Each time Barbara thought she had taken all of it, she felt Billy's spine stiffen and new explosions burst from the tip of his sunken cock. She could feel the steaming thickness mixing with her shit. She hoped that the stud wasn't doing any permanent damage to her asshole.
Beneath the crush of emotions and sensations that Barbara was experiencing, she passed out. The fact that her body suddenly went motionless didn't stop Billy. The cum was still shooting from the tip of his tool, though not with its old force.
Barbara wasn't allowed the mercy of unconsciousness for very long. Life soon came back to her pain-torn body. She wondered whether her wrists and ankles were bleeding when Billy slowed down and stopped. It was difficult for her to breathe with the full weight of the boy's body atop her own, but she managed.
Billy's eyes were closed as he rested, his cock still deep in Barbara's asshole. He enjoyed the after throbs of his passion as his dick soaked in the mixture of his cum and his bitch's shit. Every once in a while, a tremor passed through Babs muscles, giving the boy a thrill.
When he caught his breath, Billy retrieved the keys to the locks from the adjoining room. He handled Barbara carefully, respectfully, as he released her. He rubbed her wrists to get the circulation back, and did it very lovingly. She was shocked and touched by his tenderness.
"I… I hope I didn't get too carried away," Billy stammered, looking at the deep welts around Barbara's hips and ass.
"Don't be silly, darling," Barbara replied, stretching her legs out for the first time in quite a while. "I loved every fuckin' minute of it," she continued, leaning up on one arm and wrapping the other around his broad neck.
Barbara pressed her lips to his, pushing her tongue through Billy's teeth to lick the walls of his mouth. She made sure her fat tits were pressing against his arm, and made sure he could feel just how hard her nipples were.
"You've got the best cock in the whole fucking world," she gushed, saliva shining around the edges of her mouth.
Barbara reached down between the boy's legs. Her fingers found his limp tool. A giggle welled up in her throat as she played with the heavily coated cock. Her hand slipped up and down the length of his exhausted dick.
"You'd better let me clean you off, honey," Barbara said, enjoying Billy's passive mood.
Billy was enjoying the scene, too. He was too fucked-out to want to work, and was more than content to just lie back and get taken care of. And he couldn't deny that he was feeling something deeper than lust for the woman crawling between his legs.
"Darling. I love you," Billy said softly, spreading his legs to make it easier for her to get at his cock.
"That's really wonderful, Billy," Barbara replied, planting a big, wet kiss onto, the head of his dick. "You've made me proud of my ability to please you, sweetheart?"
Barbara's lips trembled at her first taste of the filth covering Billy's prick. He had literally fucked the shit out of her ass, and now she was hungrily lapping it all up. She couldn't decide whether she liked the taste of her own skit, or the taste of her lover's cum better. She finally decided on the cockjuice as the winner.
"And I want to tell you, baby," Babs continued, "I feel the very same way. I fell in love with you the very first time you slammed your dick down my throat. I remember how the warm feeling washed over me as I swallowed my first load of your delicious cum."
Barbara turned her attentions back to the prick that needed cleaning. She was feeling wonderful at that moment, despite the bruises and red marks all over her body, despite her asshole that felt as though it had just been fucked by a telephone pole.
Barbara's fingers sought out Billy's exhausted balls. She loved the feel of her sharp-edged fingernails against his sensitive flesh. She was even more thrilled to feel a tremor of life returning to his shaft. She was sure her lips could feel blood pumping into his shaft as her mouth slid up and down the length of his dick.
The reviving throb of Billy's prick pushed Barbara to greater heights of lust. Her cunt had overflowed mow than once while the boy's cock had pistoned in and out of her asshole. But now, the effect of her skilled mouth on his exhausted tool amazed her. She didn't think Janet's son had that much in him!
"I can't live without you, Billy," Barbara said, pulling her mouth off his cock and staring straight into his gentle eyes. "I want to marry you!"
Barbara knew that she was risking a great deal telling Billy the truth. She was afraid that she might scare the boy off by suddenly getting serious with him. But she just had to tell him what was on her mind, especially after seeing the softness in his touch and actions after their fucking.
"Yes, Barbara, yes," Billy said happily, wrapping Barbara in his arms and pulling her mouth up to his own. "I want to many you, too!"
Barbara crushed her lips down onto Billy's. One of her hands remained on the boy's dick, pumping up and down the slowly stiffening shaft of fuck meat. She sucked the teenager's tongue into her steaming mouth, responding as she felt him drinking up her sweet saliva.
Billy was familiar with the taste of his own cum, but the flavor of Babs' shit drove him wild with lust. It made him think of how tight her anus was when he was buggering the hell out of her just a few moments earlier.
The thought of marrying Barbara danced in Billy's head. She was the best fuck he had ever had, including his hot-used mother. But she was twenty years older. The boy finally decided that if she didn't mind, he certainly wasn't going to lose any sleep over it.
Billy thought about how Janet was going to take the news. Then he decided he didn't give a damn.
"Let's get married!" Billy said, licking the shit from the corners of Barbara's mouth.