Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

Mara stretched out in the sand and did the same. She dreamed as she dozed of a strong man who would come into her life and thrill her with his needs, fucking her until she was hardly able to walk. Again and again the scene played upon the screens of her dreaming subconsciousness and she writhed and twisted under its impact, her hand delving into the slick cavern of her cunt, rubbing her clit and making her come again and again. She woke and lazed through another half-hour. Then, hungrily, she rose and showered and, going into the kitchen, made and set out a plate of sandwiches, poured milk for Tim and coffee for herself. Going to the door, she called to him.

The boy rose and stood on the float, tall and angular. His huge cock, half-hard with some dream, swayed and bobbed before him, out of proportion to his young body. “Boy body,” she murmured, watching and yearning with the core of her being to have that beautiful instrument streaming in and out of her cunt. “Man cock. What a joy that is going to be to some woman later.” She smiled ruefully to herself and shook her head. Too bad she couldn't just isolate him and keep him with her until the fires of her passions ceased in her old age. He came in famished and they sat, nude and unembarrassed now, eating and chattering about things that they had not talked about for some time. Their station wagon parked on the mainland, his bicycles in the home garage needing repair, her plans for their evening meal. And all the while, they both were not voicing what was in their minds. They both knew that as soon as possible after these sandwiches were gone they would be hi the bedroom on the bed, or down at the shore again, seeking new pleasures from their demanding bodies.

The decision on where they would perform the anticipated acts was taken out of then: hands. Swiftly dark clouds rose and spread and wind came with force, causing the lake to toss. A summer storm roared out of nowhere and rain lashed down, making them scurry around closing windows, and bringing in papers and books from the patio stands. The cottage was air-conditioned, so there was no question of discomfort.

They came back into the kitchen again, laughing about their having to hurry and Mara teasing Tim about nearly getting his cock caught in closing the patio door. “If it were not so big, and if it were not always sticking out so erect, you would not have that land of trouble,” she teased. He grinned and, reaching out, cupped her naked tit, wet with raindrops, kissed and licked the nipple until it was darkened and hard, trembling in its need. She sighed and, smiling, took his hand and led him from the kitchen, down the hallway and into his room. As she led him, his huge cock hardened, swaying from side to side, bobbing and nodding, touching her back from time to time. He was excited in the anticipation of what was coming. His eyes lowered to her full, firm buttock cheeks, sweetly tic-tocing ahead of him. Within that darkened crevice, he thought, is a little hole, and she is going to let me shove this tool of mine right up her ass. He shivered with the thought of it and his cock rose instantly to full erection, the knob bared and darkened with blood. Underneath the shaft his huge balls swung from side to side, full of thick, creamy cum that he would spurt deep inside her colon. She led him into the room and closed the door. Going to the bed, she pushed him down and stood between his legs, toying with his hair as he kissed her tits, sucked the large nipples, and let his tongue glide wetly down her body to tease her belly-button. “Tim, if you have never done this, there are a few things you have to know, or you can hurt me badly, being as large as you are.” “I've never done it, Mom. Tell me.” “Well, you have to get my asshole very slick. Either by fingering my own cum from my vagina, or yours from your cock. Or you can put vaseline on your cock and on my anus and that will let you slip in. But you must not plunge or thrust hard at first. Let it ease through the restrictive muscles. With the head through, the rest will follow. Once you are all the way in-and you can be all the way in, for you can get more up the ass than in the cunt-then you begin your hunching. It will feel good for both of us, if you work slowly and carefully at first.” He nodded, breathing deeply, his eyes gleaming, anticipating the sex act to follow. Seeing he understood, Mara knelt on the bed beside him and raised her buttocks into the air. She pulled a pillow over under her head and shoulders. Her full, firm breasts dangled and jiggled, rubbing their centers against the sheet until they were erect and tingling with sensations. Shivering with desire, his cock rock-hard and slapping up against his belly, the knob even with his belly-button, the boy moved around behind her. He thrilled at the sight of her tanned asscheeks, plumb and firm. He could see the hairy cunt between them, and barely above the bottom of the slit, the rosette, puckered hole that he was planning to invade. He caressed her buttocks, rubbing the cheeks, drawing them apart and making the anus gape slightly. He noticed the hugeness of his dripping cockhead and the tiny hole and wondered if he would actually be able to cram that giant tool in that small place. Reaching under, rubbing his cock up her crease as he did so, he fingered her cunt and scooped up her juices. Taking the load on his fingers, he brought it up and under and massaged it into her asshole. He did it three times and decided that must be enough. His own clear, slick lubricant was flowing copiously. Standing back of her, he spread her cheeks and placed the darkened head of his cock, streaming with its own slick juice, against the little brownish hole surrounded with dark hairs, and having centered it, took hold of her hips above the bones and pushed inward. “Easy, now, honey,” she breathed. Her nipples were strutting and she wanted to feel the giant cock slip into her anus, and then rush deeply into her, until it stirred the sexual organs, separated from his cock with only a thin partition. “Easy, push gently. Keep the pressure there, and let the head just ease in,” she instructed him. She spraddled more, and reaching under began to caress her fat little “man” at the apex of her labia. She twanged her clit back and forth, and began to feel the stir of a deeply forming climax, centering upon her ass. He followed her direction and was rewarded by seeing the knob disappear into the hole, then the rest of the head, until the flare was all of the knob that was left to sight.

He pushed a bit again and wondered how her hole could stretch more.

His cockhead was enormous, and would fill a normal sized teacup. But it seemed to ease in, so long as he kept the pressure going. Her anus stretched until the flesh seemed about to split and then, as she grunted and strained, pushing back against him, it popped, with a small farting sound, going past the tense, wickedly stretched muscle.

Tim was shaking with the desire to come. He knew that all he had to do was to hunch a couple of times and it would be there, spurting deep inside her body. Sensing his dilemma, she reached back and under and, taking hold of the thick shaft of his cock, she squeezed sharply and he groaned with the sudden pain. But his near-explosion was delayed. “Now, begin to fuck me, honey. Slowly at first, until you get the place all slick. Then more and more. Don't worry, once you get started you won't hurt me.” Steadying himself directly back of her, he pushed and was surprised at the ease by which his thick, asshole-stretching prick slid into her anus. At least five inches slipped in immediately. She felt herself stretch, the sharp pain of the muscle reaching its peak. Then she eased as the thick, broad head slipped past the thick ring and was inside. The shaft was slightly smaller in circumference and would not cause her the trouble the knob did. “Now, easy, honey… easy,” she breathed, and then she felt the wonderful sensation of the huge cock beginning to saw back and forth in her colon, rubbing the sides, reaching deeper and deeper with each stroke. She breathed deeply and moaned and, reaching back, she touched his swinging balls each time they came forward to slam against her ass-cheeks. He was panting; she could feel the steel-hardness of his cock and knew that he was nearing his crisis.