John Fine - Sexy little sister

"Oh, ah, ah, ahhhh," she called open mouthed, "it's good, oh, Joey, oh my God. It's good. Oh, oh, fuck me. Jab it in. Fuck me. Oh, oh, oh, oh…"

Urgently Joey pistoned his sausage back and forth deep into the teacher's quim, bumping his balls against her rocking ass with every stroke. Loud slurping sloshing noises echoed from between their legs. Her eyes rolled back as she continued her ecstatic shouts.

"Ahg, ahg, ah, ahhh, ahhh. Oh, it's bigger. It's getting bigger. It's going to come. It's going to come. Au, ah, ah… "

"My God," cried the virgin child, hugging himself tightly to the bucking spinster's body, "it's happening. It's happening."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Here it comes, here It cornea. It's getting ready, It, oh yess, yessas, eeeeh, ah, ah, eeeeeh, oh, ah, ah, yes, yes, eh, eh, eehhh," she screamed as each long sustained spray of come splashed scalding into her cunt.

"Oh, oh, oh, eee, oh, you're better than a man. Better than oh, yes, eeee," the teacher gasped, realizing key had flooded her ten, eleven, twelve times. And still hard, still shooting, still full of jism.

Wildly her fingers grabbed his back and begin to claw. Like a beast her teeth dug into his shoulder, breaking his skin. In ecstatic pain and joy their bodies rolled together, toppling off the couch and landing heavily on the floor. On top of him now the spinster screwed her pussy hard down on the pulsing shaft, cunt lips tightening on steel pole with every shot, urging every molten drop into her churning cave. Again and again he jetted his come into the eager cunt, bringing loud squeals of ecstasy from his quaking mistress.

Feeling his rhythm lessening, Joey arched up, driving the failing cock deep into the yearning quim. "Oh, oh, oh," she groaned, her pussy spontaneously pulling and massaging the shivering root, not letting it finish. Expertly she urged it on until finally drained, it softened like a snake inside her and slithered to a stop. Exhausted beyond relief they slowly writhed together on the floor. The middle-aged woman's tired kisses flooded the small child's face. Her panting breath mixed with moans of endearment and joy.

Finally she pulled herself up on her elbows and looked around. She had loot all contact with reality during her ecstatic balling.

"When did we fall off the couch? Did you hurt yourself?" she asked with concern.

"While we were screwing," he answered softly in his thin child's voice. "No, I didn't get hurt."

"And I bit you," she continued, seeing the bruised and broken area on his shoulder.

"And scratched my bottom and back too. But I loved it. Do it next time. It was good."

The spinster smiled at him warmly. Gently she caressed his sweat covered face. "How many times did you shoot, Joey?" she asked softly, lovingly. "Joey, I never knew a man to come as long and often as you did. I didn't think it was possible."

"I don't know," he answered a little embarrassed, but obviously pleased, "I've counted as much as fifteen times masturbating at home. But I know I jerked more than that in you."

"So do I," giggled the school teacher girlishly, "but I was too busy coming to count. You're a great lay and I love you."

"You're a great lay too, Miss Kuhn."

"And do you love me, Joey?"

"No," answered the child cruelly, "but you throw a terrific fuck." Suddenly the boy had realized the power he now had over the woman. She needed him more than he needed her. She was no longer the teacher but the pupil and she would do what he wanted unquestioningly from now on. He exalted in this new sense of malicious control. "I don't love you," he continued, "but I do love to fuck you. All right?"

"All right," she said slowly, obviously hurt but making the best of it. "It's not necessary you love me, just so long as you want to fuck me. But you've got to fuck me often, Joey, very often. I can't live without it now. It's too good."

"I'll fuck you often. Very often," he murmured truthfully.

"Every day if we can?"

"If we can," he concluded, pulling himself up and letting his now small cock slip from the woman's filled cunt, "Did you ever drink piss or fuck a dog like we talked about before?"

Startled, the middle-aged woman shook her head shyly. "No, but we were just talking, weren't we, Joey? That kind of thing is sick."

"Or has a man beat you up and whip you while he fucks," he returned, ignoring her words.

"No," she answered again, a growing feeling of anxiety and excitement, in her heart.

"Tomorrow go out and find a dog," he commanded imperiously.

"Yes, Joey," she whispered, avoiding his eyes, "a big dog with a big pole." She knew she'd do as he said, but she was uncertain whether she could actually go through with these perversions when the time came.

"Good. I have a whip at home I'll bring over. Meanwhile we can use a belt. Now I've got to take a piss and then we'll fuck some more. Open your mouth."

To her own surprise, the school teacher obediently rolled over and opened her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing. Joey squatted above her, his limp cock in his hand. The sparkling golden stream shot forth and fell into her waiting mouth, or splashed like water in a fountain off her teeth. Eagerly she swallowed his piss, savoring the warm flavor and the pungent odor. Finished she reached up and licked away any last remaining drops. And as she continued licking Joey dropped to his knees.

Her thin lips engulfed his tool, sucking it greedily into her mouth. Soft now, he was very tiny. So tiny that with an effort the teacher yawned open wide and secured his balls and cock both behind her lips, whipping them eagerly with her tongue. They were unbelievably soft and smooth with barely a trace of hair. Yet under her caresses the cock began to lengthen and harden.

Releasing his balls from her mouth she jerked her head rapidly up and down the shaft, sucking it noisily. In moments it was again erect and ready for use. The slurping sounds continued as she pulled at it greedily. Her lips found its base as she marveled at the hardness in her throat. "Mmm, mmm, mm," she murmured as she lathed the slender pole with her tongue.

"Wait," he broke in suddenly, pulling himself away from the eager lips.

"What's wrong, lover," she asked anxiously, "do you want it in my cunt again? Any place you want it is okay with me. My asshole? Your cock is so nice and slender it'll fit in easily. We'll love it."

The boy didn't answer but instead picked up his small belt. It wasn't what he wanted, but it would do as a whip for the moment. Silently he kneeled between her legs and raised the thin strip of leather above his head. Mercilessly he lashed down on one soft nipple, then the other.

"Oh, ow, owwwn," she screamed, trying to protect her tender tits with her hands. But the stinging whip bit into them also, driving them away and leaving her tender breasts unprotected. "What do you want to hurt me for, Joey?" she cried miserably, her face flinching with each painful stroke.

"Because I just want to," he answered, pausing his flailing for the moment. "You want me to do whatever I want with your body, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispered with anxious resignation, not yet certain of what she wanted now.

"Then if I want to hurt you and whip you, that's what you want me to do." The middle-aged spinster nodded her head, a trace of tears in her eyes. She didn't want the pain or humiliation but all she could think of was his lovely young pecker and how many times he had come in her.

Ignoring her he straightened his fingers again and jabbed them into the hot love hole. She gasped at the unexpected intrusion and involuntarily struggled to escape. But his hand persisted, pushing past the now stretched lips and through the pink hole. His thumb joined his fingers and shoved deeper. He was into his knuckles now and with a strong lunge his entire hand disappeared into the stretched, distorted cunt.