Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

Finally she sighed and murmured, and relaxed, her body lowering to the ground. Her thighs fell apart and away, and as she did so, his great cock, slick and half-hard, plopped from her cunt. Immediately a river of cum gushed out of her between her thighs, making a creamy pool upon the sandy ground, before it sank out of sight. She tugged him down beside her and laid her head upon his shoulder, and holding his softened cock with one hand, she closed her eyes and immediately dozed away. He closed his eyes and drifted, hearing the murmur of the older folks coming across the lake, the soft murmur of the small lake-waves lapping against the sandy beach. He was not asleep, yet not fully awake, when she began to manipulate his tool again, and after a couple of minutes had it standing at attention.

He looked down at her small hand holding his gigantic cock and then into her eyes and saw her smile. “Don't tell me you are ready for it again?” “Sure.” She grinned. “I want to ride you this time. I think it will go better, for I am stretched enough you should be able to slip right in.” “Don't be too sure,” he admonished her, but she shrugged and had him lie out upon his back, holding his cock straight up in the air. The mammoth knob was skillfully skinned back by her fist, and she licked it, to make some of the clear pre-cum juice flow out upon the surface. She straddled him then, rising until she was directly over his cock, her cleft slowly descending until the purple head fitted slickly into the slit between her legs. She murmured in pleasure, and wiggled side to side, making it slip further into her cunt, and then suddenly the knob popped its purple form into her vagina, the lips of her cunt fastening about it tightly. “God, that's good,” she told him, her lips open, her eyes widened and glassy at the concentration of her feelings in her loins. She gritted her teeth and pushed down upon the shaft and, having been there; before, the great form slowly disappeared into her flesh, her cunt widening and stretching until it seemed it must split from the tension. She groaned and rolled her head and held still for a moment, her breath panting. Tim reached up and began to play with her large tits, fingering the nipples, making them long and red from his pressure. He rolled them against one another, and then squeezed them until she grunted with pain. He rubbed her sides gently, as his mother had taught him to do, and then reaching around, fondled her butt-cheeks, easing a finger into the crevice between them, and finding the little puckered asshole, and playing with it with his fingertips. He eased his finger down and moistened it with her own cunt-juice and then brought it back up and lubricated her anus. Then, working gently, he worked his finger into her ass, until it was in up to the first and then the second knuckle. “Have you ever ass-fucked?” he asked her. “Once or twice,” she muttered, beginning to move downward against him, intent upon getting as much of the gigantic pole into her cunt as possible. “But I don't like it as well as cunt-fucking.” “I will teach you how to like it,” he told her, fingering her there good. She was gasping for breath, and her hips began flexing, making small fucking motions up and down his cock.

“I just can't take it all,” she finally admitted and, crouching over him, she began to roll up and down, circulating her hips, hunching and flexing her loins, making the six or seven inches of his thick pole slide in and out of her juicy cunt. She was dripping with her juices and he was adding to the flow, making a slick, wet tunnel for his huge cock to slide up and down in. She rested on her elbows over him, and her tits pressed into his chest, making tingly feelings thrill up and down his body, her nipples hard and spiking, her heavy fullness pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing.

Their lips met and he reached around and began to finger her asshole good. She moaned and hunched faster, his cock sliding in a little further. “Thought you didn't like to have anything done to your ass,” he muttered, getting two fingers into her anus and pushing them in and out quickly. “You seem to know something no one else had known, for it feels good when you do it,” she gasped. “Maybe you might get your cock in there, if you tried and were easy.” “We will see. Right now it's just about ready to spout off again. You sure are riding me empty today.” “And tomorrow and the next day,” she gasped, her face red with her exertions, sweat dripping off her tits onto his chest, and their bodies slapping together wetly.

“Promises, promises,” he muttered. Then he pulled her down onto him, and began to meet her thrusts with his own upward thrusts, and she cried out and moaned. Then she began to stiffen on him and quiver and he knew she had reached her mountaintop again. “OHHHHHhhhh, Timmmmieee, i'm coommm-nNNNGGG,” she squealed. “God, it is sooooo gooooddd, don't let it stooopppppp, don't let it stopppp, please!” She reached her climax, went mad and then began to shiver and gasp at the final pitch of her passion and then dwindled off, slowly, slowly, easing down into her satiated pleasure moments, kissing his shoulder and rubbing her tits against his sweaty chest. Tim had come as she did, blowing his hot slag into her cunt as deeply as it would go, making her squirm in her orgasm, and with the feeling of his hot juice spurting against her quivering cervix. They lay on the sand together. Then she rolled off him, his softening cock making a little sucking sound as it slipped from her now well-stretched slit. She sighed and curled against him and they dozed in the warm air under the pine tree, lulled by the lap of the waves on the shore.

Mara looked up from the chaise on the patio and saw Cherry and Tim coming down the beach toward the cottage, hand in hand, walking slowly hand in hand. She noticed their lazy attitude, their smiles at one another, but in particular the flaccid dangle of her son's gigantic cock. No boy would walk naked with a girl like Cherry, and not have a hard-on, unless it had been pumped dry several times recently. And she had no doubt that that was exactly what had happened. “Looks like Cherry and my Tim have begun a deep friendship,” she murmured to Hank where he lay on a mattress, stretched and lazy, his big rod lying across his thigh, limp and sated. He raised his head and looked and grinned. “Cherry has probably initiated him into her special fuck,” he said. “She has a way of squatting on a cock and literally wringing it dry.” She looked at him with an unsmiling gaze. “Do you fuck your daughter, Hank?”

He looked at her and hesitated. “Why do you ask?” “Well, you're freewheeling about sex and the naked body in front of her. You did not hesitate to take her on the float with us, saw her fondle Tim and then let them go away together without a word. I assume, then, that you have let Cherry learn all about sex, early and completely-and that, perhaps, you were her teacher in much of her learning.” He nodded, his face serious. “I look at sex as an appetite that is to be fed, a pleasure to be enjoyed, a joy to be savored. And I have tried to teach Cherry the same. Yes, we fuck as much as we want to. And I don't think it has hurt her one bit.” Mara nodded and replied, musing, “It is odd you and I think the same about sex in regard to our kids. Tim and I bang it every day and sometimes oftener than that, according to our moods.” The young people were at the patio by that time and settled into their chairs, leaning back tiredly. Mara smiled at the girl. “Hi, Cherry. Your Dad and I are getting acquainted and he told me about you. How do you like our island?”

“Fine, just fine, Mrs. Fletcher.” The girl smiled at her and Mara was amused to see the daughter's eyes glance possessively at the flaccid cock of her father, which lay peacefully upon his thigh, a little ooze of cum sparkling at the slit in the dark knob. “Well, we are just glad you are here. And your Dad and I have decided that you will spend several days here resting, before he has to report for duty. Would you like that?” “Gee, Mom, I sure would,” Tim interjected. Mara smiled at him. She knew what was in her son's mind.