Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

The principle cannot be touched until Tim is twenty-five. Then it can all be reviewed. He will get two-thirds and I will get a third. Until then I have only my own small savings and a checking account.” He snarled. “Don't lie to me! If all this is true, who handles the accounting?” “A couple of lawyers.” she answered truthfully, “and a CPA firm in the capital.” He was silent for a moment. “How much do you have in checking and savings that you can get to?” She was silent, staring at him. He reached out and slapped her face resoundingly. She fell back onto the sofa and he was upon her, straddling her, slapping her face first one way and then the other.

“Tell me how much you have or I'll beat you until you won't be able to see.” She sobbed and nodded. “All right. All right. Leave me alone. I'll tell you.” He relaxed and leaned back grinning, supporting himself upon her thighs. Slowly he reached out and pulled her halter down, letting her large, firm tits pop out. The nipples hardened in the excitement of the moment. “Tell me,” he whispered savagely, and poised his hand as though to grab and twist her breast.

“I-I-have about twelve hundred in checking, from the last interest payment. And I have nearly ten thousand in savings, from bonds and stocks I cashed to pay bills when he died. That was what was left of them.” He scooted from her thighs and slipped down upon the sofa beside her. “Good. Now, wasn't that easy? You could have told me in the first place and saved yourself all this slapping around.

Now,” he put his arm about her shoulder and pulled her to him, “let's you and me get a little better acquainted.” She relaxed against him, knowing that it was useless to fight him. He would beat her and she might even be injured severely or killed. Let him do what he wanted, she told herself, and get out of here. He stripped the halter from her completely and then pulled at her shorts. She raised her hips, undid the knot on the side and let the scanty bikini fall from her hips. She was nude when she settled back into his arms, and his breath was coming much, much faster. “You are a nice bundle of woman, Mrs. Fletcher, ma'am,” he said mockingly. “I like them a little taller and a little more hefty in the beam, but you'll do. How would you like to straddle this for a while?” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, broad and throbbing, not as long as Tim's, but every bit as thick. A little pearl of cum stood at the slit in the knob, and dribbled down the side. “Is that part of the bargain I'm getting?” she asked. “Give you my money, and get a free fuck in exchange?” He laughed. “Not a bad idea. Sure. But first, how about a little headwork?” He took her by the nape of the neck and pulled her down, until her mouth was directly above the swollen knob of his cock. She breathed deeply. “All right, but don't get rough with me now, or I might hurt you.” She slid down on her knees before him and between his legs. Her hands undid his belt buckle and pulled the zipper down further. His pants were open now and his large cock, curved upward toward his belly, thrust out of the whiteness of his boxer pants. By the bulge in his crotch, she knew that he had a sac of huge nuts hiding down there. With the huge pecker sticking right into her face, and the dribbling of his cum, she was getting hot in the crotch herself. She leaned forward and took the cock in her hand, pulling the foreskin over the head and then stripping it down quickly.

“Ummmm, that's it, baby, play with it and then suck it!” He leaned back, his hands upon her shoulder now as she leaned deeper into her work and licked the broad expanse of the purplish knob with her tongue. She licked and lapped at it, tongued the slit, and finally took the forepart of the knob in her lips and sucked lightly.

“That's it, baby, that's it! Suck it good,” he groaned, and thrust up so that more of his cock stuck up out of his pants. She opened her mouth widely and took the entire head into the hot, breathing cavern and closed about it, making him squirm as she began to apply suction. “Ummm, oooohhhhhhh, God, that's good! Keep it up, baby, keep sucking. Damn, you are good at sucking cock. You must practice all the time!” He groaned and thrust into her mouth and throat, making her gag. She held on to his hips and forced him to settle down into the sofa cushions until she could get her gag reflex under control and breathe again. She eased back and let the knob flip from her mouth, throwing droplets of early cum-juice onto her cheeks.

“You settle down, now, mister,” she cautioned. “You'll make me hurt you. You've had head before, so act right.” She did not wait for his answer, but settled again to her task, easing her hand down into his crotch and cradling his big balls, and running her mouth up and down the thick shaft of his cock again. “Okay, baby, you're in the driver's seat.” He reached out and began to caress her tits, making them bounce with his effort, squeezing gently now, and making the nipples erect and quiver as he thumbed them and rolled them with his fingers. She moaned in her throat and shifted so he could reach them better. “How about doing a 69 with me, baby?” he asked.

“Then we both can get some fun out of it.” She looked up at him. “Do you mean that?” “Sure. I ain't such a bad fellow, when you get to know me web. Come on, shift up here and turn around. I don't mind licking a little cunt at all.” He grinned and she quickly did as he invited. With a lithe movement she was over his face and facing his rampant cock. As she seized it eagerly now, hardly waiting to get settled into her new position, she felt her thighs being spread and then her clit quivered at the hot stab of his wet tongue. She breathed deeply and took his cock into her mouth again and began her bobbing up and down, her spit and his juices making a slime upon his shaft that let her lips travel quickly from his tightening balls to the tip of his cockhead. She felt him spread her cunt-lips with his thumbs and then his hot, hard tongue was licking and lapping, making her squirm. Her hips took a small hunching motion, pushing her cunt into his face. His lips found her clitoris and sucked it, making it stick out and jerk with excitement as the blood gorged within it. She moaned as she felt the drawing of his lips, but she could not speak for her mouth was filled with the hot tip of his fuck-club, making her grunt and groan just to contain it. She felt him begin to thicken and throb and knew that he was close to spewing her a mouthful of hot, creamy cum. “Hot damn, woman, I'm just about to spurt,” he yelled at her. He hunched into her throat and held her down so she could not withdraw. She breathed quickly through her nose and then felt the first jerk of his thick cock, and the hot, lava-like spurt of his initial coming. “Aaaagggaaaw,” he grunted and groaned and then, writhing to bring about her crisis at the same time, she felt the thick cream erupt into her mouth and throat, almost choking her. She swallowed quickly, withdrawing slightly until the knob was just inside her lips. Then, getting control of the spurting, she sucked as he spurted, drawing and siphoning as he exploded and he yelled at the pain-pleasure of her action, feeling as though she was drawing his balls through his cock. In the meanwhile, she was shuddering out her crises one after another, as he sucked her cunt, lapping it wetly, running his tongue around her thick lips and diving with it deeply into her hot cave. She hunched against his face and moaned, coming several times without stopping, one eruption of nerves and joy after the other. Slowly they drifted down from their peak of emotion and she slid off his body onto the carpet, stretching out depleted upon the floor. “Hey, woman.” He peered at her over his arm flung over his eyes, his voice weak and quivering. “You sure can suck. Can you fuck as good as you suck?” She opened her eyes slightly and peered back at him. “Some have said that I gave ass as good as I gave head, if that answers you,” she replied. He laughed. “Let me rest awhile,” he commented, “and I'll see if it's true.” Ruby leaned back in the chaise lounge and rolled her head, gritting her teeth and squinting her eyes in the exquisite sensations she was experiencing from the now-practiced lips and tongue of the boy. He knelt upon the cushion, his head thrust between her thighs, his palms tucked underneath her ass-cheeks, pulling her forward. His tongue, extended and curled, was like a small penis that darted in and out of her hot, slick cunt, and now and then lapped upward to surround her extended clitoris. The little organ stuck upward between the darkened lips of her cunt like a small penis, the hood taut over the end of it, making it appear as though she had a hard-on. “AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh, boy, you are gooooood!” she panted, working her hips, making her slick, steaming cunt move up and down upon his tongue. “You are making me cooooooooooooommmm,” she squealed and began thrashing about. Holding his head to her cunt she grunted and began hunching, almost smothering him. He finally pulled loose from her and knelt back, his breath snoring in his nostrils and his eyes gleaming with lust. She opened her thighs widely and he knelt between them, one hand guiding his broad-knobbed cock right into the slick lips of her cunt. She closed her eyes and arched upward, to give him more room. “That's it, lover boy, slip that club into me. You have the biggest cock for a boy I ever dreamed of seeing.” “Mom says it is larger than my father's,” he panted, watching down the length of his belly, as he guided the monster into place, seeing the purple knob disappear slowly into her box. It was in now an inch past the head and he waited, allowing her tissues to spread. His balls were tight against the shaft, letting her know that he was stirred and would not be long coming. “You screw your mother?” she asked, hunching gently, feeling another inch slide into her. She put her arms about his shoulders and leaned back, bringing her legs up and around his waist.