David Crane: I saw Mommy kissing…

He was churning her cunt to a creamy froth, and she was milking his prick dry as they came – together – for what seemed hours. At last, his balls were drained. He slowed and stopped fucking. Catherine worked her hips a bit longer, drawing it out, working off the last spams of her own climax. Then they lay together, still linked cock to pussy, smiling happily.

Despite his enormous orgasm, the boy's cock remained hard as a rock in her melted pussy.

After a few moments, he began to fuck again.

He was still panting from the first strenuous fuck, but he started to fuck his prick in and out again.

"Wait," she whispered.

He looked worried, afraid that she had had enough fucking.

"Let's do it a different way," she said. Johnny grinned. He hadn't realized there were other ways to fuck, but he loved the idea. "Let's fuck lots of ways," she added. And so they did.

Catherine turned over onto her hands and knees.

Johnny fucked her doggy style for a while. He loved that position. Looking down, he could watch his fat prick vanish up her pussy and see her cunt lips pull and suck on his cock. He would have shot another wad into her with little delay, but she stopped him before he had reached the peak.

Catherine wasn't sure how many loads the boy could blow into her cunt, and she wanted to run the gamut of variations on fucking.

They knelt face to face and fucked that way for a while, her tits against his chest, her stiff nipples branding him, their mouths grinding together in a passionate French kiss.

She had him stretch out on the bed and she sat on his towering prick, riding him from root to cock-knob as her pussy pulled up and down and he clawed at her bobbing tits.

Again, she terminated the fucking before the creamy conclusion.

She got up and leaned against her vanity table, bracing herself on her hands, while Johnny poured the cock to her from behind, standing on trembling legs, fucking vigorously into her pussy.

Then she turned to face him and they had a classic knee-trembler against the wall, his mighty fuck-lunges lifting her onto her tiptoes as he filled her cunt with those vertical fuck strokes.

Catherine was trying to think of another way to fuck.

She was running out of ideas.

While she pondered, she knelt down in front of Johnny and sucked on his slippery prick, to keep it hot and hard. His cock tasted delicious, soaked in her cunt juice. She loved kneeling before him, as if she were a slave paying homage to his prick.

She almost decided to let him shoot in her mouth again. She was hungry for another load of cum.

Then she had another idea.

She had taken his cock in the mouth and in the cunt – but there was still one more available fuck-hole.

If she was going to show the lad all there was to know about fucking, it seemed only right that he should fuck her asshole, too.

And this was a very attractive idea, because Catherine loved to have her asshole stuffed full of prick. But her husband's cock was too big to fit up her ass without hurting her, and so she had had to do without ass-fucking for years.

Johnny's cock, although large, was not as large as Robert's cock. It was just the right size for ass-fucking.

She slipped her lips off his cockhead and, crawling around behind him, began to tongue his asshole. She spread the cheeks of his ass apart with her hands and her tongue dipped into his taut brown asshole. The boy offered no objections, and Catherine was pleased to see that he had no qualms about bringing assholes into the game. She could never tell when a man's sense of delicacy might be offended, especially a young and inexperienced boy. She had often been amazed to find at what point men whom she had considered totally uninhibited would draw the line.

But Johnny stood there, perfectly content to let her rim his asshole with her tongue. He seemed to be enjoying it, for he was moaning and swaying and thrusting his ass back towards her.

Catherine was enjoying it, too. A little asslicking made a pleasant change from the usual mouthful of cock – not that it was as good, certainly – it was just a variation. She ran her skillful tongue up the crack of his ass, spreading his ass cheeks apart with her hands and slurping up the crevice and, coming to the asshole, dipping her tongue right in. She lowered her face and her tongue darted out, lapping at his dangling balls from behind, then slurping up his ass crack again.

Johnny couldn't imagine what pleasure she got out of tonguing his asshole – but it felt good to him.

"Do you want my ass now, Johnny?" she whispered.

He hesitated.

He thought that she wanted him to lick her asshole out, and he didn't fancy the idea. But he didn't want to offend this lovely lady. He was willing, but not eager.

But then she said, "I want your cock up my asshole now, you sweet boy – I want you to fuck my ass… That was a different matter."

Tongues and pricks were not to be confused and the horny lad was more than happy to place his prick where he was reluctant to soil his tongue. He grinned.

Catherine had crawled around and was looking up at him, her eyebrows lifted questioningly. She was on her hands and knees, looking up like a dog – some gorgeous golden retriever bitch – waiting to be fed. And in a fashion, she was waiting for him to feed his cock up her asshole. When she saw that the lad was grinning, she smiled.

She turned away, her lovely, valentine shaped ass thrust up for him to fuck.

Johnny was as eager to learn all about these fucking variations as she was to instruct him in them.

He knelt behind her.

He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing the tight little bud of her asshole. It looked far too small to allow passage of his fat prick. He was doubtful. Still, she seemed to know what she was doing, and he didn't for a moment suppose that his would be the first cock to go up her asshole. Holding the ass cheeks apart, he thrust his cock out so that the tip of his prick settled into her ass crack.

She pushed her ass back.

Johnny thrust forward with his cock.

His cock started to bend, not going in at first, and then her asshole fluttered and relaxed and the tip of his cockhead forged in. He cranked away, levering at her asshole. He corkscrewed, shoving his prick into that tight fuck-hole. He pried at her ass flesh as if his cock were a crowbar. Slowly, the head of his prick vanished into her asshole.

She sighed with pleasure when she felt the bulk of that fat cock-knob inside her ass. Her anus fluttered, clamping around on his cockstalk, sucking on his prick as if to drag his cock deeper.

The head of his prick was the widest part. It forged the passage and blazed the trail.

The cockshaft followed easily, gliding fluidly into the slippery fuck-tunnel; Johnny looked down in amazement as he saw the whole length of his cock gradually disappear up her ass. He buried his prick to the hilt. His balls jammed into her crotch, rubbing against her creamy cunt, and his flat belly was pressed tightly to her ass cheeks.

He held the full penetration.

Her ass-guts worked on his cockhead and her asshole clamped snugly around his fat cockshaft.

Catherine had lowered her head and thrust her ass up and out, so that her ass was at the highest point of her arched body. Johnny was bowed backwards, his loins pushing forward. The two fuckers were jammed together at the intersection of those carnal curves.

She squirmed.

He slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock was in her ass, paused, then fed the whole cockrod in again. He repeated the fuckstroke.

She began to whimper and whine, overjoyed at having an assful of prick again, after so long a time without. She ground her pelvis around, twisting, winding her asshole onto his cock like a nut onto a bolt.