Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

Norma didn't have to advise him. Pie backed out of her and she made her butt hole cling strongly to his long, vibrating prick. Before she could draw a breath, he rammed it back up her ass with a powerful bucking of his hips.

Her asshole muscles were so strong on a husky cock it was almost like a dog with a knob on his cock in a bitch, trying to get unhooked. His prick was abnormally huge for a mere kid, she thought wonderingly, taking his next plunge with a sigh of ecstasy. Fuck it to me, Kid, she wanted to say, but his deep-driving cock seemed to push the wind from her lungs.

"Cornhole the hell out of me," Norma gasped, her lust building to a tempestuous pitch. "Fuck it up my asshole, I'll cum pretty quick!" she panted, trying to help him fuck her in the butt.

His hands drifted from her flanks until he was hugging her waist, his chest, up over her rounded, working rear. His prick glided into her with a soft meaty sound and she began whimpering. With the juice from his prick and her own lubricants his prick was going in and out of her rectum slickly, plop-squish, plop-squish. Rhythmically, like someone rubbing their fingers across a drumhead.

God, she could smell the hot, musky aroma of her gooey pussy!

"Huuuurrry!" she screamed, rectal orgasm on her before she was truly prepared.

Vern responded by driving his cock up her ass as fast as he could work his bucking hips. Norma hoped all he did was shoot his jizz in her. Vaguely, she remembered one time a guy cornholing her had cum, kept his prick buried in her and pissed her full of about two quarts of beer-pee.

"Work hard and jizz-cum in me!" Norma howled, wanting him to ejaculate while she was at the peak of her orgasm. He was rutting and bucking like a wild thing. Suddenly, he fucked in deep and sprayed jizz all the way to her belly button, she thought dreamily.

Her imagination was alive, in Technicolor. She could visualize how his prick looked in her rear chasm, vibrating, the head expanding purple-red with each pumping of cum into her guts.

"Heavenly cornhole job," she breathed, completely enthralled.

Thirty minutes later they were in the shower together to rinse away their sweat and to cool off. After soaping Vern and rinsing him, Norma went to her knees and sucked his cock until he was ready to get out of the shower.

"I'm gonna get you all messy again," she purred, an arm around his shoulders, a hand on his rigid, swollen cock as she herded him back to the bedroom. "But I'll clean you up nice and neat. You'll love it," she crooned, pushing him crosswise on the bed. "You just lie still and jack off a little bit and keep your beautiful cock hard and ready."

When she returned to the bedroom, she patted his pecker playfully. "Lift your cute bottom," she said. He raised his stiff legs straight in the air and Norma spread a soft, fluffy towel under him. With head up, he peered down at her with his feet resting on the edge of the bed, knees fanned out.

"Whaaaaaaat?" he whined, watching her as she poured thick chocolate syrup from a can all over his stiff prick and his balls, letting it flow slowly down into his crack, coating his asshole. "Whaaaaaat are you doing?" he complained, squinting as she sprinkled his sex zone liberally with raisins and chopped nuts.

"Making me a hot fudge sundae," Norma chirped triumphantly.

The apprehensive boy grew petulant, but didn't protest as she looped his legs over her shoulders, got her arms inside his thighs. He emitted a choking sound as she bent to him, began licking at the gooey concoction on his cock and balls.

Her tongue licked indiscriminately, from the pulsing head of his cock to his balls, into his crack, around his fluttering anus. When she nibbled at the floating raisins and crushed nuts, he whimpered and squirmed. But Norma seized his thighs with her arms and held him to her face.

As she tongued in the fruit and nuts, licking up the thick, dark syrup, she growled and chomped lasciviously. She glanced up at the kid's face as it contorted with a feeling of ecstasy he could, hardly bear. Slowly, his flesh began to appeal', the shaft of his hard cock heavily blood-veined.

When she attacked his balls, they rolled high in their sac and his body lurched as she licked out his crack, dabbling her tongue at his taut, nervous asshole.

She gnawed all around his pole, sucking up the nuts and raisins. As she was licking his balls with her tongue, sucking one, then the other into her mouth, Vern could hold himself no longer. Norm a felt the surge of his jizz-pump and held a hand over the knob of his tremendously swollen cock.

The cum gushed out to splatter against her palm and trickle down the quivering, pulsating shaft as he came and came and came. "Marshmallow," she murmured as his cum mixed with the chocolate syrup. He groaned and his butt bucked coitally as she licked her tongue up and down the sides, the underside of his prick.

After she had cleared away all around his pole of flesh, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and began sucking up the syrup and jizz, mumbling greedily as she slowly went down on him. He wailed softly, put his hands on the top of her head until she had consumed the entire hunk of meat and sucked ravenously.

When she leaned away, hauling his hard cock down from his crotch, he raised his head and stared into her glittering eyes. Her tongue washed along the sensitive underside of his prick. The old redhead didn't bother regular fuck-strokes, but used her mouth in gentle, yet demanding milkings of his quivering sex-stem.

His fingers tangled in her sweat-string hair as he dry-came. Her eyes were losing their lustful gaze, but his fuck-meat was beginning to wilt to a pulpy mass in her mouth and throat. When it had dwindled to about half its normal size, she let his prick plop from her lips and stood up, reaching for the gin and Seven Up.

"Come back anytime," she gurgled, sitting beside him and caressing his genitals. "I can find another five dollars, maybe. Or maybe I'll do your cock and balls and asshole just for fun."

Rhoda knew, as she rode toward home with Orville Hagerman and his kids, she had been within minutes of being caught, too, with Phil between her legs, fucking her. Back there in the brush when the police swooped in.

And Orville's tense attitude made it clear to her he was reflecting on the same thing. He had barely cleared out from where he had been with the school principal's young daughter-the same one her husband had gone to prison for screwing.

"How many were arrested?" she asked tersely, tone subdued.

"I don't think they were arrested," he answered in a monotone. "Too many prominent people in there with the you-know-who and three other girls. A couple of city councilmen, a doctor, a lawyer, the school head and a preacher."

"Whew. Lucky," she exhaled.

"Yeah," he murmured. And she knew he knew she had taken on his son in the weeds, so to speak. And he knew she knew about him, too. "God, people got, to be careful."

Rhoda smiled tremulously. He had used the general term "people", but his tone made it implicit he was referring explicitly to she and him. "How do people be careful in a thing like that?" she asked, feeling squeamish, referring to incest and messing around with minors as a 'thing'.

"Jesus Christ," he sort of exploded the words, in exasperation, implying condemnation of his own foolishness. "Not out in public, in the open like that-at a public picnic."

"In private?" she said.

Orville nodded, let his right hand fall to his lap, fingers idly caressing the long welt down his left pants leg. "In absolute privacy," he almost whispered, as if trying to shield their conversation from Doris and Phil who sat, slouched to either side of the back seat, in a land of sullen silence, not really listening. "Jesus, if kids talk. Mine, won't," he said, almost defiantly.