The sight of Carl Bradley standing, in her doorway looking as he did had unnerved Lily Granger somewhat; he was a hell of an attractive man and it had been some time since she had been fucked by a man of any kind…
She could feel his eyes on her, as he gazed at her breasts as if he could see through her thin blouse.
"What… what do you want, Mr. Bradley?" she demanded, a little unsteadily.
"I just came over to see how you and Eddie got along last night," Carl answered in his deep voice. He walked into the living room, pausing momentarily to shut the door and then continued to within a step or two of Lily.
"Well, Eddie isn't here," Lily answered slowly, not able to take her eyes from the muscular man's figure. "He… went out for a tour of Marin County with your… your wife, Cindy."
"Oh, I see," Carl answered with a chuckle. "Then I guess we're alone, aren't we?"
"Listen, Carl," Lily began. "I've got a lot of work to do, so if you don't mind…"
"I don't mind at all," he said. "But I would like to know what the situation is between you and Eddie before I leave. After all, your son did confide in me and that sort of makes me an accessory, doesn't it?" He laughed out of one side of his mouth in a way that reminded Lily vaguely of Bogart in those old movies with Lauren Bacall.
"The situation between my son and me is just fine. Things are being… arranged."
"Then he's going to stay here with you?"
"Yes, that's right."
"How wonderful! That calls for a celebration, wouldn't you say?" He held out his hand, in which was a neatly rolled marijuana cigarette. "It's too early in the morning for people to get stoned," said Lily, who rarely touched the semi-potent drug. "And I have a lot of work to do."
"Oh, come on now," he said. "A couple of tokes aren't going to hurt you, especially this stuff. It's only Mexican. I wish you'd accept it as a peace offering. I don't know why you dislike me so much, anyway. You don't even know me."
"Really, it-it's too early in the morning for this sort of thing."
"That," he told her, "is plain nonsense." And before she could say anything in reply, he had lit the joint, taken a deep drag and was passing it to her.
Damn him! Lily thought, exasperated. He's so cocksure of himself… and yet, he's so damned sexually attractive, the way he looks and talks and moves. God, he's a desirable man! I don't like anything about him, and yet I can't help feeling attracted to him, pulled to him like a magnet. I wonder what he looks like naked, I wonder how his cock would feel fucking… fucking my cunt!
She felt a flush start creeping up from her breasts. Oh, what the hell, she thought, and took a deep drag of the freely offered pot.
"May I sit down next to you, Lily?" Carl breathed huskily. "You don't mind if I call you Lily, do you?"
"No, I guess not," she replied as he moved to sit beside her. And it seemed to Lily that he positioned himself uncomfortably close to her. She crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, exposing the smooth felsh of her thigh, and as she leaned forward she could once again feel his eyes on her full globular breasts. Carl thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples and he was hardly able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. His prick spasmed once, twice, inside his trousers with beginning arousal. He took another drag from the joint and passed it back to Lily. She protested that she didn't want any more, but he paid no attention to her, holding the marijuana to her lips for her to inhale. Grass was one of Carl Bradley's favorite drugs, as he felt it was one of the most potent and subtle aphrodisiacs he had ever come across. He'd been smoking it for almost a decade now and he knew the effect it would have on an uptight woman like Lily Granger. It increased his own sexual fervor too, though he could control himself if he felt like it; not that he was going to feel like it this morning. Shit, he sure wasn't.
Lily could feel initial droplets of excited lubricant fluid begin to flow out from the overly sensitive lips of her cunt, and she felt confused at what was happening to her. It had been so long since she had been fucked by a man… it had made her life complicated and painful and she had tried to forget that she was a vibrant and passionate woman. But oh God, what was this grass doing to her? She looked over at Carl Bradley and saw his cock pulsing there in his pants, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly. Her cunt juices began to flow faster and faster up between her thighs. God, she had to get control of her self! She wished she had never seen him, and yet she wanted him to stay now, wanted to… to spread her legs for him… damn it, she had to stop thinking like that! There was nothing to be gained with thoughts like that except frustration and raw nerves…
Yet because of the marijuana she had smoked, a warm relaxed lethargy began to flow over her. The grass was beginning to have a heightening effect on her bloodstream, while at the same time dulling her mind, so that the pounding of her heart seemed twice as loud.
Carl was staring at her now sultry-looking face, at the kind of miasma of encompassing sex she was beginning to exude, and the full rich softness of her beautifully huge tits; Christ, he'd like to tweak her nipples into rock-hard arousal, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his tongue… but he had to move slowly, couldn't scare her away.
And he felt, his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. Cautiously, his eyes went to Lily's face.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants now, smiling through half-parted lips as though hypnotized by its growing hardness.
"You want me to fuck you, Lily, don't you," he breathed. "That's right, isn't it? You want me to fuck you up between your legs, don't you?"
"No, no," she protested, feeling as if her brain were reeling. Had she heard him correctly? Yes, yes, of course she had. How dare he talk to her like that. Had he taken leave of his senses? Or was it just that he was a promiscuous scoundrel, like she thought. Yet her cunt ached for him, for any cock, and she felt she desperately needed him to fuck that ache away. And his talking to her like that wasn't making it any easier to say no. For God's sake, didn't he have any morals at all. Didn't he?
The handsome man leaned close to her, and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. He touched her knee, lightly, but his fingers seemed to burn through her skin. "Well, Lily?" he demanded. "Wouldn't you like me to crawl up between your widespread legs… wouldn't you like me to fuck you? Wouldn't you really?"
"Carl… Stop it… stop it! I'm only human."
"And so am I, my love," he moaned. "I know your cunt is on fire right this instant, and you know the only thing that can extinguish that fire is a big, hard cock spewing cum all over it. I have a big hard cock loaded with cum, Lily. And I know you want it in you."
Then he reached out and brought her hand in contact with his thorbbing, pants-encascd hardness.
Lily felt as if she had no power to resist, so overwhelming was this searing contact with his heavily throbbing penis. And she began to stroke it lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes slowly, teasingly. Her breasts pressed hotly, softly against his arm now as she moved closer to him, unable to resist any longer; her lips found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to sear a path of fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already lust-swollen prick.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he went on, droning the words in an almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist. "You want me to fuck you, Lily, you want me to fuck you!" And it was true! Oh God, she did want him to fuck her. Oh God, how she wanted his cock fucking deep up inside her wide-split cunt walls.
Suddenly Carl's mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue flailing deep into her mouth. Lily's hand began to move faster on his turgid shaft, and she sucked back and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own probe around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing. Carl's hand came up and found her desire-swollen breast, squeezed and kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the loose blouse, exposing her naked tit with its fiery nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the glans on the hard tip of his prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness.
And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her magnificent breast, his cock was jerking almost out of control. Christ, he knew she'd be a beautiful fuck, but he had no idea he'd uncovered such an amazingly hot-blooded woman.
But suddenly she pulled away from him as the full impact of what she was doing struck Lily's mind like a fist. My God! she thought wildly. Suppose Eddie came back, suppose he saw me here with Carl… No, no, I can't allow that, I have to control these crazed emotions… damn, damn, why had he come here, why had he aroused her so much, why had she had any of that Goddamned grass of his…
She wrenched away violently from Carl, pulling her mouth from his, and taking her hand from his bulging cock. Her face was flushed a brilliant crimson partially form shame and partially from her intense arousal. She averted her eyes, panting raggedly.
"What's the matter, baby?" Carl breathed heavily beside her. And then: "Are you worrying about your son? Is that it? Well, you needn't. If he's gone off with Cindy, he'll be gone for enough time… plenty of time, love."
"No… no, he might come back…"
"He won't come back," the roughly handsome man whispered in his mesmeric voice. "No, relax and admit that you want me to fuck you as much as I want it. It'll be good, Lily, darling, it'll be so wonderful…"
"No!" she shouted at him, jumping up from the couch. "No, Goddamn you, Carl, I can't, I can't!" Her heart was hammering violently in her chest, and she was aware of the wet moistness still seeping hotly out from her aroused cunt lips. But she had to compose herself, had to find a way to get Carl to leave. She went to the window, staring out blankly for a long moment.
Then from behind her, Carl's voice whispered, "Lily, my love."
She turned, gathering her courage to say what had to be said, but when she saw him, the words froze in her throat. He had stripped off his clothes and was naked now, his thick, blood-raged cock shaft standing out at a heavy right angle from his loins, quivering, seeping fluid from its blind eye.
He reached out gently and began to undress her and she stood there unable now to protest, until finally she stood before him completely naked.
When he was finished he stood back and looked at her appreciatively. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the brown triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly in the early morning sunlight. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples now hard and distended from desire. Her long, slender legs, satiny smooth in their tanned splendor at the inner thighs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cunt mouth.
"Carl…" His name choked past her swollen throat weakly, but that was all. She couldn't say anything else as he stared hungrily at her beautiful nakedness and she saw his cock pulsating madly again.
Slowly, slowly, Carl lifted his hands, his eyes fastened on hers, and began to slide his palms up and down along her silky, softly curved sides, then up to cup her firm, full breasts, kneading them lightly, as if they were a wonderful offering of the flesh. Then his hands stroked her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of his fingers were just touching the seal-brown fleece of her pussy hair. He held them there for a long moment, teasing her hotly pulsing clitoris while his own cock was screaming now to throw her to the floor and fuck her.
Slowly, his hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through the soft, downy curls of her cunt, blazing a path toward the glistening pink slit between her legs. When he reached it, he placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of the softly glistening lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny clitoris. He tweaked it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of warm liquid excitement trailing down her inner thighs. Then his finger went lower, lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now, burying it in again, withdrawing, slid in and out of her nakedly waiting cunt-hole and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh from his manipulations. Then Carl began again to talk to Lily in his droning, hypnotic voice.
"I want to fuck you baby, I want to fuck your hot little pussy like it's never been fucked before."
"No, Carl, no," she whimpered, trying weakly to push him away. But he just continued his incantation.
"I want to worm my finger deep up around in your tight little asshole while I'm fucking you, and I want you to do the same for me. Then you're going to suck my big, throbbing cock, suck it until you milk me dry, and then I'll push your legs back over your head and…"
On and on he intoned, and the words, the absolutely obscene sounds he was uttering – lashed Lily's marijuana-dazed mind into a swirling frenzy.
Oh Jesus, she wanted him to fuck her… to shove his finger up her asshole… to do all those lewdly exciting things he was saying! She didn't care about Eddie, her son, coming home, she didn't care about anything! She only felt the incredible heat coursing through her cunt, Carl's vile, lust-inciting words in her ears, the sight of his huge, pulsing cock jutting out from his hairy loins… that was all that mattered… she had to let him fuck her!
As if she was somehow spirit-free from her body, she watched herself objectively as her feet moved of their own accord, moving her body forward, bringing her closer to him, seeing his smile turn to one of triumph as he claimed his victory beyond any doubt. Her hands reached out to him, touched his shoulders, and she was in his arms rubbing her body sensuously, hungrily against his, grinding her naked hips into him as her mouth sought and found his.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he ordered hoarsely, "tell me!"
"I… want… you to… fuck… me!"
"Right here, right now, on the floor! You want me to fuck your tits off right here on the floor, right here, Lily, tell me!"
"On the floor… want you to fuck me on the floor… want you to fuck my tits off right here on the Goddamn floor!" she was moaning helplessly now, her voice low and husky with desire.
Then he was dragging her down onto the softness of the rug, entwining her body with his. And Lily didn't care about anything now but this muscular, musky-smelling, overpowering man whose desire-hardened cock pressed tightly to her naked flesh. She was dimly, very dimly aware that later, when it was over, after he had fucked her to cumming, there would be remorse and self-loathing, but at that moment she didn't care… she just didn't care how long and in what ways he fucked her… just so he filled her greedily hungering cunt with that great, beautiful hardness of his all the way up to her belly.
Carl's mouth was covering her, with hot kisses, her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh greedily. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside it, racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the granite-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid penis, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled together, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her naked cunt hard into him – then, completely lost now in her passion, she twisted suddenly, pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide, her cunt flared open, secreting her hot liquid desire, eagerly waiting to be fucked within an inch of her life.
Lily's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute ass, exploring all of him with hungry abandon. His cock rested hard against her thighs, trailing dribbles of semen, mingling with her own cuntal juices there. She reached under her buttocks as she levered their entwined bodies up with the full strength of her back, with both hands, and pulled her naked pussy lips slowly apart to give his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it slipped off her thigh to lay full length in the warm, wet crevice, the head resting deliciously against her aching clitoris. Then she relaxed, dropping her body back onto the floor, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her soft inner thighs.
Carl forced his hands between her shoulders and the floor and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips making harsh groaning sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, the tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he anticipated vaguely how they would grip him moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep into her hot little belly.
Carl pushed his hands down farther beneath her, cupping the fullness of her buttocks in the palms of sweat-slicked hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her ass cheeks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
"Oooooh, God! Fuck me!" she cried out in wild abandon. "Fuck me, Carl, give it to me, fuck meeeeeeeee!"
He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding up to meet him and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his palpitating penis to guide it up between the moist lips of her greedily throbbing pussy. Carl groaned like an animal in heat as he felt her hands move his prick up and down between her widespread vaginal slit, parting the soft, fleecy hair of it with the blood-engorged head. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! Now he had to fuck her before he spewed out his hotly boiling cum all over her naked cunt hair and belly.
He flexed his hips with a sudden, heavily driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard shaft deep up into the hotly gaping mouth of her hungry cunt, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash that hammered his balls wetly, harshly against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks.
"Uuuuuuaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him.
Carl felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly around his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her wetly secreting pussy walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his cockhead ramming hard against her cervix.
"Oooohhhhh!" she howled again.
The lustful, wildly aroused man ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into Lily with long, hard strokes. She strained under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the cool flooring. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her tightly clinging cunt-hole up and down in a lewd pagan rhythm of fucking over his heavily hardened cock. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild abandon. "It's… good, lover… ohhhhh, soooo good… ooohhh yesssss!"
Then Carl reached under her between her nakedly grinding asscheeks and drove his pistoning cock further up into the hot moistness of her pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then dipped his middle finger toward her quivering little asshole. A small stream of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking into her cunt. It lubricated the tightly puckered anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield under the pressure, then give way completely. His finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her nether passage. She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden lancing shock of his fingerfucking of her asshole. And then she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaahhhhh, it hurts a little but it's soooo gooood, so goooddddddd!"
He thrust again, sinking his finger in her warm, dark rectal channel to the second knuckle.
"Oooohhhh, it hurts… baby, it hurts so gooooodddddd!!!!"
Despite her cries, Carl felt Lily suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on his groping finger until it was sunk in all the way up to the palm of his hand. He wiggled it around inside the hot fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of wild sexual joy and delight from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his driving prick fucking in and out of her wet, hot cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of his heaving shaft, impaling her completely in her tightly locked pussy and rectal passage. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it was going to burst from the exquisite building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn't cum and fill her hot little belly with his fire-hot seed soon, he was going to go out of his fucking mind! Christ, she was a good piece of tail… the little hot-cunted prude was turning into one of the best pussy-fucks he'd ever had… ever!
Fourteen year old Eddie Granger was having a wonderful time with Cindy Bradley, and he was really happy his mother had let him come with her. Cindy was really a nice woman, he thought. She knew just how to make you laugh and feel good inside, and she was just plain fun to be with. And oh, she was beautiful, her long blonde hair seeming to tickle the nipples of her firm breasts, which protruded obviously under the halter she wore without a bra.
The handsome youth's thoughts were diverted by the sudden slowing of the Mercedes. He looked over at the older woman.
"How come we're slowing down? I like to go fast like you were!"
"I just thought of something," she said smiling. "There's a private beach, real secluded, in back of the house where we live. You and I could go swimming there if you want."
Eddie clapped his hands together. "Oh, that'd be groovy!"
"Did you bring a suit with you?"
"Uh-huh. It's with my stuff, at my mom's cabin."
"She's only about a mile up the road," Cindy grinned. "We'll go back there and pick it up, then drive over to our place and spend the rest of the day swimming. Okay?"
"Far out!" the good-looking teenager enthused.
Cindy increased the Mercedes speed, and moments later they reached the dirt road leading to Lily Granger's little home. She swung the silver sedan along it, gearing down. Suddenly, the lovely blonde scowled, touched the brakes, and slowed the car almost to a crawl. She leaned forward, head turned to one side in an attitude of listening. Then she cursed softly, pulled the car off on the side of the lane onto a soft shoulder, and set the hand brake, jumping out to open the hood immediately. She listened there for a moment, peering in at the engine, then shut the hood, came back and switched off the ignition. Eddie was really impressed to see a woman who knew something about cars.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"She's overheated," Cindy answered, knowledgeably. "We'll have to let her cool off for a few minutes."
"Then it's not serious?" The young boy was relieved.
"Nope. It'll be okay, once the engine cools. Come on, Eddie, we'll walk up to your house; I know a path through the trees. By the time we get your suit and walk back here, the car will be just fine again."
She took his hand, holding it firmly but gently, and they set off through the thick, aromatic woods. Eddie and Cindy walked close together, holding hands more tightly. Every once in a while Cindy would brush against his body in the cool, shadowed woods. Eddie was vaguely excited to be with this beautiful blonde. He was even having thoughts about doing it, deliciously imagining what it would be like. But he'd never have the courage to try.
And Cindy Bradley thought as she walked: So far, so good… things are working out just fine. This cute little naive kid fell for the cock-and-bull story about the car overheating, and I'm not going to have any trouble leading him right where I want him to go. Now if only Carl has managed to get someplace with Lily Granger… well, I guess I don't have to worry about that. When Carl wants you, you get had – no two ways about it. He's some dude, all right. And little Eddie is gonna be easy pickin's too… oh, wow, I can't wait to get that beautiful little-boy cock in me…
They reached a break in the trees, through which they could see Lily Granger's house. Deftly, Cindy led the fourteen year old boy off to one side, so that they would approach the house along the left wall; there was a window there, a window that looked directly into the living room of the cabin…
They exited the woods, Cindy and Eddie still holding hands, and walked up through the yard. Quietly, they walked toward the house. And then…
"Aaahhhhhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but it's sooo good, lover, so gooooodddd!"
Cindy and Eddie stopped near the front window having made the turn toward the front of the house. Alarmed, the teenage boy looked at Cindy. "What was that?" he breathed.
"I… I don't know," Cindy replied, "Come on Eddie, let's look in the window." She drew him over there, tugging at his hand, just in time to hear another cry emanate from within the cabin.
"Aiiiieeeeee, loverrrr!"
They reached the window and Eddie, his mind confused, peered in past the partially-closed curtains. He saw nothing at first, until he let his eyes drop to the floor before the old couch – and then he froze, his mind exploding in a kaleidoscope of shocked horror. He opened his mouth to cry out, but Cindy behind him, circled his waist with one arm clamped her other hand over his mouth to muffle the cry before it could be put to voice.
Eddie sagged back against her as the first moment of rigidity left him and surprised shock overcame him. His wide, expressive eyes bulged with disbelief as he stared unblinkingly at the scene which assailed his vision. His mother… and Carl… oh God, he was… fucking her crazy, right there on the floor… both of them naked and thrashing around like animals, Carl's thing all hard and wet jammed far up inside his mother's belly… his mother's big beautiful tits bobbing beneath him… such huge hot tits his mother had… God, she looked beautiful, all naked and hot that way!
His mind seething with these disjointed, confused thoughts – and a dozen more – the handsome teenager struggled blindly with himself. He wanted to run, get away from that scene inside the cabin, that wild orgiastic display of his mother being fucked on the floor by Cindy Bradley's husband!
Cindy was secretly reveling in the lascivious sight of her husband resoundly fucking the prudish Lily Granger, his cock in her cunt and his finger jammed far up into her hungrily sucking little asshole; then, managing to hold a shocked expression on her face, she took Eddie's hand and led him back into the cool, dark, concealing woods.
Carl continued to fuck deep and hard into the slipperily devouring pussy of the voluptuous Lily Granger, and sent his middle finger worming farther and farther up into her rectum. She was screming and moaning, alternately, beneath him now, her sweat-slick body, a dervish of wild motion and emotion, straining for her own orgasm.
And Carl wanted her to cum, too, wanted to mingle his bursting juices with hers simultaneously, and he began fucking his cock into her openly spread cunt still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her asshole. She gripped him desperately between her tightly clamped thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard inward fucks and he knew that this hotly aroused woman was approaching her climax. He continued the merciless onslaught of his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in his well-muscled body.
"Aaaagggghhhh, fuck my pussy, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard, fuck it harrrdddddd!"
She continued to chant the words over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring him onto greater heights with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jacknifed her knees all the way up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full expanse of her upturned vaginal slit. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk's, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent rlease.
Suddenly, then, she howled, "It's… there… oh, God, it's there… my pussy's cummmmmiinnng… it's cumming!!!"
The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, almost piercing Carl's eardrums and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her widespread cunt-hole was presented to his deeply fucking cock. Her ankles were locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him.
Carl felt the warm, gushing juices of her cunt walls seethe and flow around his heavily skewering cock as he battered his body fiercely against her, as she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as her loins spasmed convulsively against his sweating belly. And then the great swirl of heat which was building, building in his testicles became unbearable and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her greedily sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending torrent, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her hotly lusting pussy. He moaned his last final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft, wetly hissing suctioning noise, trailing thin gossamer strands of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath, wheezing forth in satiation.
A long moment passed, and Carl said quietly, "That was lovely, Lily, honey. It really was lovely. You're one hell of a beautiful fuck!"
But Lily didn't answer. She just lay there, completely fulfilled. She knew she should feel some kind of remorse, shame; she knew that her son, Eddie, could walk in at any minute… and yet she was too filled with torpor after the magnificent screwing she had just had with this sensual, handsome man. She felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed reassurance of her womanhood, because she had allowed herself to be denied this for so long – and because of the hurt that Albert, her ex-husband, had caused her. She simply lay there, feeling the warm heat of the strong, muscular body beside her, smelling his manly odor and the permeating aura of their consumated lust.
She lay still for awhile, and then suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent cumming around it.
Her head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the thin-slitted opening of his cock, causing a thin sheen of the last vestiges of his cum to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasm juices. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Carl's cock was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her oral ministrations, and after such a long time of denial, Carl Bradley's again desire-hardened cock was the most wonderful sight in the world…