Before Susan had left with Sam that night, Carl and Don left the house and refused to take Bobby with them. Bobby had to stay home to let the kids in when they started arriving. The boys were going to take advantage of their mother's absence by throwing a party. Bobby hated to have to be the one to stay home, but he had learned long ago that if he was to get the benefits of having big brothers, he would have to play along.
Bobby hung around for a while and nothing happened. He imagined his brothers had given up the idea of having a party and not bothered to tell him. He was getting really pissed about the whole thing when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and was confronted with two sexy chicks.
"We heard that there was a party here," the taller one said.
Bobby was speechless. He looked at the two girls, sizing them up, and couldn't believe what he saw. One was very tall and slim, with firm, small tits that pushed her halter-top out, her nipples clearly delineated beneath the fabric. Her friend was short, shorter then Bobby, and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. Her tits reached far out in front of her. They both had very pretty faces, too.
"Yeah, there is," he said backing away, making room for them to pass.
They looked suspicious, but came in. Bobby didn't know what to do or say. He was burning up at his brothers now more than before. What was he going to do with these two chicks by himself?
They all went into the living room and sat down. The girls introduced themselves and said that two guys they had never seen before had told them about the party. Bobby didn't know what to expect if his brothers were going to tell every stranger they saw about the party, but he wished someone else would show up soon.
"Those guys are my brothers," he said in explanation. "They should be home soon."
"Can we help with anything?" the tall one asked.
"What do you mean?" Bobby asked.
"You know," the girl said. "Get things ready and stuff like that."
"Oh, yeah," Bobby said. Suddenly he realized that if there was going to be a party, there should be some potato chips and pretzels and that sort of thing. He wasn't even sure if there was any of that stuff in the house.
"I'll get it," he said, just to get away.
After looking through the cupboards and not finding much, he had an idea. Suddenly it seemed to him that his brothers were playing another trick on him. They had sent these two chicks over and there really wasn't going to be a party. His brothers knew how shy he was and were always doing things like this to him. Well, he would show them!
Bobby went into the living room with all his horny energy ready. He would make a pass at these chicks and either drive them out of the place, or have an orgy for himself. When he saw them, his legs almost buckled, but he forced himself on. Concentrating on their tits, he walked towards them. He knew his cock was getting hard and would show, but he also knew that that would be in his favor.
"There doesn't seem to be anything around. I guess my brothers are going to bring that stuff." He swallowed hard, and then said. "Can I sit here on the couch with you? You see, when we have parties, we usually do a lot of necking and there's no reason that we shouldn't start – right away."
Now that he had blurted that out, he felt better. He dropped himself between the two startled girls and put his arms around their shoulders. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, but at least he wasn't letting his brothers make a fool of him. He would turn the tables on them and that would be the last joke of that kind they would try.
The girls seemed nervous, but Bobby took things slowly and they began to relax. It seemed very easy to handle girls all of a sudden. If only he could think of something clever and funny to say.
"Maybe this is the whole party," he said.
The girls laughed and he realized that he had said something funny even though he hadn't thought it was funny himself.
"Well, if there isn't going to be a party, we'd better go," the short girl said.
Bobby turned to her suddenly and kissed her on the mouth. She didn't get up, and he thought that might be the turning point. Then he kissed the tall girl and she giggled. That seemed to be a good sign, he thought.
He kissed the short girl again and reached for a tit on the tall girl's chest. He was going great guns, and was grateful to his brothers for their joke. It seemed that his shy days were over. He'd taken a chance and it had paid off.
The tall girl was opening her mouth for him when the doorbell rang again. He couldn't imagine who that was, but he went to the door. When he opened it, he saw about a half-dozen kids who he knew from the neighborhood. They were carrying bottles of wine and beer.
"How ya doing, squirt?" Larry, a friend of his brothers, said as he stormed in.
Now Bobby was ready to run away from home. There really was going to be a party after all, and now he wasn't going to get a chance at those two chicks, at least not yet. His head spun as he realized the bold approach he'd made with the girls, and he didn't think he could ever get himself to do that again. Life seemed awfully tough sometimes.
All the kids followed Larry into the room. John was there and he made a beeline for the girls on the couch. Suddenly there were more people at the door. The room was filling up fast and Bobby was getting over his disappointment and confusion. It looked like there were going to be a lot of girls and anything might happen.
Some of the kids did have chips and things like that, and they all brought something to drink. It was a full-fledged party suddenly. People were overflowing the living room and filling the dining room and kitchen. A record was put on and some kids were dancing. Finally Don and Carl showed up. The first two girls had disappeared, though.
Bobby was getting into a party mood. He grabbed a bottle of beer and began cruising. Some kids were already necking, but it was early and most were either dancing or just standing around talking. Bobby spotted the tall girl he had planned on grabbing before he knew there really was a party, but by the time he got to where she had been, she, was gone. He didn't care, there were sexy chicks everywhere he looked. Bobby was sizing up all the girls and wondering what his chances would be with each one of them. Even Dot, the girl Bobby had been caught watching his brother fuck, was there. He decided he'd better not try to talk to her yet, though. Maybe later, when the party warmed up, she would be more receptive.
Bobby drifted through the house. Even at that early hour, there were kids in the bedrooms with the light off. He didn't think anyone was actually fucking yet, probably just necking. Kathy, a girl in his class at school, was standing near a card table that had been set up to hold chips and dip, and he went over to her. She looked lonely and her body was nicer looking than he remembered it being when he saw her at school.
"Hi, Kathy," he said. She said hello and smiled broadly at him.
He couldn't help looking down at her tits every time he thought he could without getting caught. He got caught a few times anyhow, but Kathy only smiled and was glad he seemed interested. Her tits had a very interesting shape, sort of like a ski-jump. Her nipples were lusciously poking at the tight cotton pulled tightly against them. Bobby's mouth began drooling when he imagined how it would feel to suck on one of those beauties.
Suddenly, the table began shaking. They looked at each other in surprise, and then Bobby peeked under. There were two kids necking in the dark under there. Bobby could see a tit covered by a grasping hand, but couldn't identify the participants.
"Let's go over here," he said to Kathy, pointing to a fairly uncrowded corner.
Bobby led her to the far corner of the dining room where he could corner her without a lot of people getting in the way. He maneuvered her into the corner and stood in front of her. Bobby was learning the psychological tricks involved in getting what he wanted from girls.
"I almost didn't recognize you," he said. "You look so different at school."
Kathy smiled at him and he noticed that her hair was different, too. Now her black hair fell casually around her face rather than being pulled back, like she wore it in the classroom.
Bobby leaned forward with an offer of a kiss. She stood still and he finally reached her lips. She kissed him back, but without much enthusiasm. Bobby's prick was getting hard, and it gave him energy to pursue. Taking a step closer let him feel her tits on his chest. He kissed her again, and this time she let her lips open for his tongue to pass through.
After kissing for a while, he asked her to come with him into the living room, which had now become a dark cavern of necking kids. She didn't say anything, but she didn't resist when Bobby took her hand and led her into the darkness of the living room.
Bobby flopped down in a vacant chair and pulled Kathy down on his lap. He knew she could feel his hard cock as she sat on it. Now he was in a position where he could really explore her body, if only she were willing to let him. His arm snaked around her waist and they kissed again. This time she plunged her tongue into his mouth and the kiss was a real sizzler.
Now was the time to grab her tit, Bobby knew. He decided to take the big chance, and slipped his hand under her jersey before bringing it to her tit. The smooth skin of her side felt so good that he was going to be awfully disappointed if he couldn't fondle her tits. He tightened his grip around her waist before taking her cunt in his hand. When he cupped the living sponginess of her boob, she didn't resist and Bobby felt proud of himself.
Her tit was so firm that it he wasn't holding the actual skin, he would have been sure she was wearing a bra. It wasn't real big, but it fit his hand real well. He felt the nipple with his finger tip. No wonder it showed so clearly under her jersey; it was hard as a bullet! Bobby was having a good time running his hand over both tits and exploring the valley between them. He'd handled a lot boobs lately and they had all been different.
He wondered what he might be able to do to further his efforts with her. Even though the room was dark, it was full of people and Kathy probably wouldn't let him get much farther until they were alone. Suddenly, Carl came up to him with a serious look on his face.
"Hey, Bobby, do you know a girl named Roberta Johns?" his brother asked him.
Did he? He'd been lusting after her for a long time. Could she be at the party? Carl leaned down and whispered in Bobby's ear.
"She's in the kitchen, and I'll bet if you get there quick, she'd be willing to do anything you wanted. She locked pretty desperate and she's asking about you."
Now Bobby was in a real dilemma. Should he leave Kathy, who he already had, to see what Roberta wanted? Roberta was the girl of his dreams – wet dreams usually. He couldn't resist.
"I'll be right back," he said to Kathy as he slipped out from under her. He knew it wasn't a very nice thing to do, but if he couldn't find Roberta, he would be back. Everything, after all, was fair in love and war, or so he'd heard.
As Bobby made his way to the kitchen he suddenly had a horrible thought. He looked back into the dim living room. Sure enough – there was Carl, sitting in the chair he'd abandoned, and kissing Kathy. He'd been had. Bobby felt like shit when he realized he was still a fall guy.
Well, there didn't seem to be anything to do but start over. He grabbed another bottle of beer and looked around for a girl he could start something with. The idea that Roberta was looking for him was too far-fetched to even bother checking out.
Dot was standing near the record player. She was alone and swaying to the music. Her blonde hair shook sensually as it fell around her gorgeous tits. He wondered if it would be a good idea to talk to her. She might still be pissed about him having watched her and Carl fuck. The beer gave Bobby the courage to go up to her; that and the memory of her ass humping while Carl's cock was bathing in her snatch. He had to get real close to make himself heard over the loud music.
"Hi, Dot," he said right into her ear. "Hope you're not still mad at me."
She looked at him, and then went on with her rhythmic swaying. He tried again.
"I couldn't help it, you know. I was in the garage when the two of you suddenly came in." He was feeling light-headed and wanted to clear things up with this chick. "I couldn't even see anything, really."
Still no response. Bobby felt that as long as she was at his house, she could at least talk to him. One way or another, he was determined to get her to say something.
"I'll never forget how pretty your ass looked while Carl put it to you."
That did it. "Fuck off, creep," she said.
Bobby didn't think it would be a good idea to waste more time on her. He slipped away. The beer, besides making him feel high, made him want to piss. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door. There, in the middle of the room, was a girl, who he didn't know, on her knees with Don's cock in her mouth. Bobby turned around and closed the door. If he couldn't even take a piss in his own house, what kind of party was this? He went out to the yard, pissed and came back in determined to find a chick and stick with her.
There seemed to be an awfully big crowd milling about in the hall that led to the bedrooms, and Bobby decided to see what the attraction was. A bunch of guys were crowding around the door to his room. He made his way through the crush of guys and into the room, which was also full of guys. Finally he saw what was drawing them.
A chick was lying on the bed and someone was fucking. It seemed strange that all these people were here to watch a fuck, and stranger that the fuckers would want to have an audience. Maybe there was something special about it, and Bobby decided to watch for himself.
The girl looked familiar to him, but he didn't know where he knew her from. She was pretty, though, as far as he could tell. Much more prominent was the guy's ass as it bobbed up and down with the pumping action of his cock. He hadn't even taken off his pants, but only pulled them down around his ankles, Bobby enjoyed the exhibition. It gave him a hard-on, and was better than wandering around looking for a chick and not coming up with one. The boy fucking was giving a good performance. His balls were swinging wildly against the girl's ass, and she was thrusting her hips up at him to maximize the penetration of his cock in her drooling curd.
Bobby was pressed close to the action by the mob around the bed and had a good view. The guy was coming, so Bobby knew he would soon have a good look at the girl's body. Thai would be nice, he thought. At least he could look.
As soon as the kid came, he rolled off the chick Bobby suddenly realized where he had seen her. It was the tall, skinny chick who was, along with her friend, the first to show up. Now he had a good look at her body, and it was as nice as could be. Her small, firm tits stood proudly on her chest, each capped with a bright-pink nipple. Her tummy was flat and her hips narrow. There was a nice flare to her hips and her pussy was covered by a light sprinkling of wispy hair. He could see the crack very clearly, and it looked inviting.
The view didn't last long, though. She was soon covered by another male body. So that was it, Bobby figured – a gang-bang. He'd heard of that, but never expected to see one right in his own bedroom. The new fucker had also just pulled his pants down and jumped in. Bobby decided he would take a turn, too, though there was a lot of competition. Looking around the room, he saw another cluster of guys around another bed – his bed.
Rather than just stand in line here, he decided to see what else was going on. On his own bed, when he elbowed his way to it, he saw the slim girl's short friend. She was also taking on a whole bunch of guys. Bobby got there just in time to see a guy roll off her and expose her body to the gaze of the crowd.
Her body was so different from her friend's that it seemed funny. She had bulbous tits capped by enormous nipples. Her stomach looked like it would be very comfortable to lie on and her thick thighs were spread and waiting for the next guy to fill her cunt. Bobby looked at the girl's pink-lipped pussy and decided to plug it. He fumbled with his belt buckle, but before he could get his pants down, another kid had mounted the girl and taken his place. Bobby squeezed through the crowd to get back to the first girl. He hoped he would be in time to slip right into her snatch. Unfortunately she was also occupied.
Bobby didn't know if he was better off hanging around there, waiting, or going back to the heavier chick. He didn't know which he would rather fuck; actually, he would like to have fucked both and wished he had been more forceful when they first showed up and no one else was home.
Bobby decided that he wasn't going to lose out again. After all, it was his house and he deserved a piece of the action.
He pulled down his pants, freeing his stiff cock. As soon as he heard some grunting and saw a spent fucker climb off they slim, blonde girl, he let out the war whoop and jumped onto the bed before any of the other guys could make a move. The girl didn't see him coming, but almost flipped when he landed, even in her fucked-out condition.
Bobby quickly let his weight down on her bony body, and guided his cock to her cunt. The twat was well creamed and his cock didn't have any trouble sliding in. Her cunt was very tight, even after the countless pricks that had been working out in there recently.
Bobby forgot that he was surrounded by all those guys as he began fucking. He felt once again the glory of a pussy wrapped around his dong, and this time, hopefully, no one would interrupt him before he added his jism to the flood in her cunt. He withdrew his cock until he felt the inner lips of her cunt grab it around the head, then he plunged his prick in until his crotch hair mingled with hers.
As he fucked her, he looked down at her face.
She was wearing a permanent expression of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth gaped open. Her hips were working as if they had little motors in them. Her cunt was caressing and tugging at his cock in a way he never imagined possible.
It didn't take Bobby long to come, and he knew he would have to clear out and give someone else a chance. At least he had been able to leave his load in her cunt and lose the stigma of his virginity. Bobby pulled up his pants, satisfied that he had finally gotten fucked; even if the conditions weren't the best, he had crossed the threshold. Bobby staggered around the party in the glory of his new status – stud. All the girls looked different to him now; it was as if he suddenly knew all their secrets. He wondered if he looked any different.
While Bobby strutted around the place, Susan was getting out of a cab in the driveway. She saw the house all lit up and guessed what was going on. At first she was pissed because a party meant that all the cleaning she'd done would be out the window, but she promised herself that she would make the boys clean up and then she felt better. The noise wouldn't bother her much.
Going to the back door, she looked into her kitchen and saw more people than she'd expected. Everybody was drinking, and Susan knew that a lot of them were probably under age, but she could ignore that, too. She knew kids were wild these days, and she would rather have her boys at home doing the things they did, then sneaking off somewhere.
She squeezed herself into the crowd and began making her way to her bedroom. All she wanted to do was get into bed and think about the fun she'd had at Sam's. As she fought her way through the thick swarm of kids, a few of them recognized her and said hello. Others saw that she was an older woman in the crowd, but most of them didn't even notice that she wasn't another chick wandering around.
Her boys were nowhere in sight. Suddenly, she decided to grab a bottle of beer and enjoy the party. It would be interesting to see what the kids' reaction to her would be, she thought. She saw more and more kids necking, and she couldn't help getting hot when she watched a boy's hand slide up a girl's jersey, or a chick's hand lying on the bulging crotch of one of the good looking guys.
Susan's interest in the party focused on the sex. Nothing she saw could have shocked her, but she was sort of surprised to find kids on the verge of fucking right in the living room. There could be no doubt that there was some really heavy action going on in the more private places. She realized that she might have to chase some fuckers out of ha room if she wanted to go to bed, but she didn't and if kids were using her room, she wouldn't interfere.
She let herself lean against the wall in the dining room, where she could survey the scene and sip her beer. It was exciting hanging around like a kid. The kids seemed to accept her without question, which she took as a tremendous compliment.
"Hello," a boyish voice said to her. "Do you live around here?"
Susan looked at the boy who had spoken to her, and saw a good-looking guy about Don's age, eighteen. He had curly hair that stood out around his head in a near-perfect circle. She told him she did live around here.
"Funny, I never saw you around school or nothing," he said.
It was rather dark where they stood, but Susan was still surprised that he could mistake her for a girl of his own age. She wasn't dressed like the young girls, but then boys didn't usually notice things like that. Susan began to feel strange, but she didn't want to straighten this kid out for some reason. She would string him along.
"I go to private school," she replied.
The boy was moving closer to her, she realized with a twinge of fright. What if one of her boys saw her with this young boy making advances at her? Still, the strange circumstances were becoming more and more fascinating and she just didn't want to miss this chance to find out what these kids were really like. If she was more honest with herself, she would have had to realize that this guy's young body held a lot of interest for her.
She felt the boy's hand touch the small of her back and his hot breath seared her cheek. Susan looked around to see if one of her own boys might be around to see what was going on, and when she didn't see one of them, she closed her eyes and let the boy kiss her.
His kiss was rough and hard, but the energy behind it thrilled her. She became putty in the youth's hands. He grabbed her tit with the same vigor he kissed with. Susan was taken back to her own adolescence; she was filled with the memory of how really exciting sex could be.
The kid pressed his hard crotch against her belly as his hand explored her huge, heaving tit and his tongue reamed her mouth.
Susan was caught in the grip of uncontrollable lust. This kid was a bolt from the blue. How could she have forgotten what sex could be like? Only a young kid emerging from long years of horniness could make love so explosively, she supposed.
"Come out to my car," the boy whispered hoarsely in her car.
Susan was powerless to refuse. But she had to be careful.
"There's someone here who I don't want to see me," she said as she looked around again. The boy understood, at least he thought he did, and he led her quickly out the back door.
Holy shit! Bobby thought. His mother was home earlier than he had expected. He hoped the party wouldn't have to break up, but he figured his mom was easy-going enough to let things die down by themselves. But she seemed to be leaving the house with that kid. Bobby couldn't believe what he saw. Going to the window, he watched as his mother and the kid climbed into the boy's car, which was parked in the street near the house. When he realized what was happening, he felt like he'd been hit with a club. Dazed, he went out into the back yard and sat down in the darkness under the tree. He felt terrible, but wasn't sure why. He cried.
Susan and the boy began grabbing each other as soon as they got into the backseat. The boy didn't waste any time reaching into her blouse and taking her big tit into his strong fingers. He kneaded the meat of her boob with greedy squeezes and jabs. Susan was almost breathless with passion. Her cunt was running more copiously than it ever had with lovers her own age.
After squeezing her tit for a while, the boy moved his hand down to her belt buckle. He jostled her around as he roughly unfastened her belt and pants. Susan gasped as he forced his hand into her undies and grabbed her leaking cunt. She felt like a rag doll in his strong arms, and it was a new and wonderful experience. She spread her legs so his hand wouldn't hurt so much as he forced it lower into her crotch.
Two could play that game, she thought as she reached into the kid's lap and pulled down his zipper. She would show him that a woman her age could give as well as receive. As her hand went into the opened fly, she could tell by his tongue's reaction in her mouth that he was surprised at her aggressiveness.
His cock seemed huge to Susan. She managed to grab the head and pull it out through his fly. Her hand held on while the bat pulsed with all the teenage passion the kid was feeling if her highly educated fingers didn't give her age away; nothing would, Susan thought, as she applied all her skill to the handling of his dick. She knew kids his age could come in a few seconds when the right stimulus was applied, so he handled his cock carefully and lightly. His hips began trembling soon after Susan began running the tips of her fingers very lightly over the tight skin of the bloated knob.
The kid wasn't too bad at finger fucking. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in enthusiasm. He had a long, thick middle finger and was sliding it up the juicy cave of her pussy. Susan clamped his finger with the muscles in her cunt, showing the kid what a well-trained cunt could do. There probably weren't many teenage pussies around that could do that.
Susan decided to put this kid through the paces. It might be a chance of a lifetime and she didn't want to waste it. She released his cock and grabbed her slacks. As she wiggled out of them, the boy helped her with his free hand. When her cunt was in the open, she pulled his hand from it, leaned back against the car door and lifted her legs. She put one leg over the boy's shoulders and the other on his lap.
He stared into her naked cunt with his mouth hanging opened. A more experienced stud would have taken the hint and dove into her soggy twat, but this kid just stared. Susan wondered what was wrong with the boy. Didn't kids eat pussy these days?
"Won't you eat me?" she asked in a soft voice.
The boy didn't answer, but soon he began lowering his face towards the hairy crotch that he could barely see in the dim light of the car. His hands rested on her milky thighs as he descended. Susan slumped down farther to give him better access to her wet gash. It looked to her like this was the kid's first time going down on a chick. She thought it was about time he learned the manly art of cunt lapping and was glad to be his teacher.
His long, curly hair tickled her thighs before his mouth reached the pink flesh of her drooling gash, and Susan took a deep breath in anticipation.
The boy could smell the hot muskiness of her crotch and it was making his head spin. As Susan had suspected, he had never muff-dived before. All the guys made fun of cunt-lappers, and he wondered what this chick had that made him do what she asked. It was as if he was going to fuck a schoolteacher or something, he thought, as she took control of the situation.
His head kept getting closer and soon he felt the damp curls of her twat on his face. He hesitated, breathing in the strong perfume. Then he stuck his tongue into her salty slit. He found that it was much wetter than her mouth had been. Thick cunt-syrup slowly oozed out of her crack as he stuck his tongue farther into it. The lining felt so different to his tongue than it had to his finger that he could hardly believe it.
The way he gingerly poked and probed told Susan that her guess was right about this being his first cunt-lapping job. But he seemed to be getting into it. At first his tongue felt around like a blind man searching for something, but now he was beginning to wipe his tongue over her slick cunt-flesh with hungry strokes. His head began to bob up and down between her thighs as he got the hang of giving head.
Susan rested her head against the window of the car and enjoyed the kinky passion rising in her belly. The kid was pushing his face more tightly to her twat and getting his tongue way up her fuck-hole. Before long, Susan was moving her hips in the rhythm of his head. He was a fast learner.
Susan's voice sounded loud in the confines of the car as she made her pleasure audible. Her face showed the effects of the boy's efforts, too. Turning her head sideways, Susan wrinkled up her pretty features in an expression of passion. She began bumping her head on the window behind her, as her body reacted to the cunt lapping.
She felt an orgasm coming. The kid didn't know that she liked her clit concentrated on as she came, so she took his head in her hands and held it so his fluttering tongue hit the hard nut. He caught on fairly quickly, and Susan had her hands free to play with her own tits. Her knees shook as her orgasm took over her mind. The boy was giving her pussy strong licks; over and over his tongue covered her quivering cunt-flesh.
Susan's moans and cries spurred the youth on. None of the young chicks he was used to let their voices ring out like that, and the sound was the most exciting thing he'd ever heard. It was better than rock music.
Susan squirmed and thrashed around as her climax filled her with terrific bliss. The boy knew enough to keep his head in place and his tongue at work while she overflowed with pleasure.
"That was real nice," Susan purred as soon as she was able to talk.
The boy climbed up beside her as she eased herself down on the seat. She could smell her cunt-juice on his face, and when they kissed, the warm liquid was smeared on her cheeks. Susan didn't mind having a faceful of her own twat-cream. It was as warm and nice as the white stuff she loved to drink so much.
The boy's stiff prick felt so big as it touched her thigh that Susan began to hope he would use it on her before her first orgasm wore off completely. She tugged his cock to give him the hint, and he didn't miss it. He climbed aboard, and she took his cock and pulled it to the slimy entrance of her snatch.
As his dick filled her fuck-hole, Susan moaned softly. His rod was big and her cunt had to do a little stretching. When his cock was all the way in, she could feel the fat knob at the opening of her womb. She was reminded again of the power of horny youth when he started humping.
He rammed his cock up her twat with all his energy, which was considerable. She let out a grunt with every thrust. Soon they were grunting together with a weird harmony. Susan's whole body was being jarred as the boy crashed his prick up her cunt. His hips rose and fell like some sort of huge machine and she was just going along for the ride.
Susan was going to come soon, but the boy was already on the verge of shooting. She hoped he could wait.
He couldn't. His searing fuck-cream began spurting into her cunt, and although it sped her on her way, she still wasn't there. When the boy stopped shooting, he let his hips slow down.
"Don't stop!" Susan screamed in his ear.
The boy immediately resumed his pistoning action and Susan reached the pinnacle. She came with more force than the first time and the young fucker on her kept his prick working until she was still. By that time the boy was on his way again. They continued fucking like that through a few more climaxes.
The boy was lying heavily on her when they were both finally satisfied. Susan knew she had to get away from him and into the house before anyone found out who she was. Getting caught by one of her own boys would be a disaster. If she knew it was already too late to worry about that, she would have felt terrible. She would have gone to Bobby, had she known she had been seen, and offered him everything she had given this other boy, and more. But she thought she had, gotten away with it, and was feeling pretty good about her illicit screw.