Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

"Shove your cock in me," she whispered, using her feet on the desk to raise her ass and curve her pussy to his arrow of pleasure. He shook a couple of times, then hunched and bucked. "Goddamn, yes!" she whinnied as he hoisted about four inches of prick into her scalding cunt.

Rhoda whimpered gratefully, succeeded in flattening herself a little more, and took the rest of his hardy dong into her clutching snatch. "Hit me with your cock," she gasped. "Have you screwed your sister?" she tried to trap him. But he remained silent as his bare ass began working in slow rhythm.

The tall brunette blew a tangle of black hair from her eyes and reached to grab the cheeks of her ass, pry them apart so he could really ream-cram his cock deep between her sprawled legs. Her cunt began a slow eruption that built to a crescendo of passion and pleasure, She bit her lower lip to shut off the shrill squealing scream building in her throat.

The chair was proving to be a dandy coital vehicle. It rocked back and forth as he bucked and hunched and lurched, fucking his cock deep into her thundering cunt. And her position was ideal, she thought, feeling the heavy flange of the corona each time he almost, but not quite, hauled his dong out of her suctioning cunt. "Thump the cock to me, Phil; really pour the prick to my pussy and hit. the bottom of my pit and make me climax bang-bang. Oooooohhh, goooooood Jesus, fuck the cock up my twat!"

With a sniffle and a dull snort, Phil began rocking his bare ass with increased frenzy, driving his young cock into the older woman's pulsating pussy. She pressed the firm flesh of her buttocks in against his flying piston, taking his prick into her with a series of plaintive, soft sighs of wanton pleasure.

"Aaaggghhh, Phil, pour the cock to me," she whimpered in a begging tone. "Shaft me deep and maybe cornhole me to windup a happy fuck-session."

She wished the boy would start talking to her, saying filthy sex words. That always made her fly to pieces in orgasm. "Don't you want to fuck my asshole, too, Phil-honey?" It had an effect on him. He gripped her waist in a tight embrace and ground his groin against her pulpy love mound.

Rhoda could feel the outer lips of her pussy stretched out of shape and the inner petals being pushed into her cove each time he rammed his mammoth cock back into her pussy. She wished she could see her thick-lipped gash stretched like a rubber gasket around his plunging prick with all that crisp black hair wilted by cock and cunt juice.

"Oooooohhh, Christ, it's good, getting my pussy fucked." She had a sobering thought that sapped some of her pleasure. "But you better not ever breath a word you've had me and my pussy, Phil. If you don't, I may let you fuck me again someday," she coaxed. When he mumbled that he would never say a word, her peak of satisfaction was reached again. "I wish I could see your cock stabbing my pussy. But-God, it's good! Fuck it to me, screw me. Aaaaah-ah-ah, pure fuckin' heaven, a nice hard cock pounding my twat full of ninety pounds of glorious meat."

He missed several strokes. "Whassa matter? Want me to shut up and shake my ass and help you fuck me?" she giggled, using one hand to pat his bucking, toiling ass. She gasped with delight as their bellies smacked sweatily together and his groin crushed the dainty flower bud of her clitoris.

As best she could, she made her ass fly, arching her ravishing gash to his rutting prick. Then his pace quickened and he was pouring the prick to her pussy as fast as he could hunch his butt.

"You ain't gonna cum yet, are you?" she squealed in anguish and unfulfilled torment. She hugged him to her, reached around him and took his bag of balls in a merciless hand. He howled sharply, paused, then resumed shafting his cock in bang-bang lunges into her gripping snatch.

"I got a deep hole between my legs, but you've hit the bottom several times," she panted. "Please, don't cum yet?" she wheedled. "I want to have one more hard climax and I ain't quite ready yet. Keep on fucking me and get me there, Phil."

A soft gurgling wail built in the kid's throat, then blossomed like a siren. "Fuuuuucck me back!" he hollered, socking the fuck-meat deep into her torrid, spasming pussy.

"Aaaaaahhh, Jesus Christ!" Rhoda howled, partly disappointed as her bare, rounded ass lurched crazily, swiveling slightly on his buried prick that was spouting wildly. She dug two of her own fingers far into her rolling bowels, precipitating a shattering orgasm that banged in her womb.

"Golllleee," she yelped and gasped, as if struggling for breath. She could feel his phallus throbbing in her pussy through the narrow partition that separated her asshole from her vagina. Her cunt was exploding around his vibrating sex-tool and her butt hole was coiling and writhing nicely and delectably around her fingers.

"Go-cum-you fuck-happy kid," she panted, gasping and straining. "You nicely big-cocked little bastard, fuck me full of thick jizz," She shook her bottom on his thunder-pole and sensed she got even another inch and another half-gallon of cum pumped down and into her snatch.

"Jiss me with your big cunt-cork," she pleaded, almost fainting as the slit in the tip of his dick spewed stream after stream of thick, frothy cum into her, plastering the clutching walls of her aching, throbbing pussy.

"Soooooooo wonnnnderful, having my pussy pecker-banged and gushed full of gorgeous jizz," Rhoda wailed, feeling her belly bloated with nine inches-or about, she guessed-of cock.

"You ain't gonna cornhole me? I doubt we have time today," she said lazily as he hauled his cock out of her and she fondled her swollen, abused pussy. She studied him speculatively. He won't talk, I don't think. If he won't, how about the Ormand boys?

"I guess you and your dad and Doris will be coming to the annual water company picnic?" she said softly. "Next Saturday-week from tomorrow. We might be able to slip away and tear off a piece of ass then and no one would know, Phil."

Hungrily, she watched him dress, stole a quick suck of his half-limber cock. She winked and smiled when he rubbed her long thighs and patted her oozing pussy, the thick hair matted with his jizz.

Sipping her highball in the shade of the patio as she relaxed in the chrome-framed hammock, Rhoda wished she had a daughter about Doris' age. Phil could ride her and Vern could pump it to Doris. She nibbled a sliver of ice. It might be a nifty bit of excitement, watching four young kids fucking like mad.

She frowned slightly. She got her jollies of a sort watching others screwing. And she doubted that an adult could get in serious trouble over juveniles humping cocks and cunts to each other. She shook her head, feeling more than a little tight.

Damn, she frowned, there come those Ormand boys again. Covertly, she watched them squat on the ground in the shade of an apple tree at the far corner of the yard. You little shits, I see your covetous looks, she scowled. I know what you're thinking and talking about. A twinge of worry flitted across her mind. Had Vern told them anything? Phil, maybe? That's all she needed, another scandal after the way the old man went up.

Maybe she was worrying for nothing. Maybe the booze was making her jumping, activating thoughts and concern when they weren't necessary.

"You boys," she called, crossing her bare legs that protruded below the loose legs of her shorts, "I told you it wasn't any good, hanging around, that Vern went fishing with Phil and his dad and sister and they won't be back 'til late."

She wished they would go on home. She pouted thoughtfully, wanting them to leave, but down deep wanting them to hang around. She would just bet they were talking about her and sticking around to stare at her bare legs and titties bulging in her sunhalter and think about the goodie-box between her legs.