C Ralston: Hot loving widow

"Gotta fuck you hard!" Paul was murmuring. "Gotta fuck you deep and hard, you pretty bitch!"

The muscular boy gripped Donna even tighter in his powerful arms and crushed himself down onto her as he rammed his huge cock down into the blonde's gushing cunt. Donna's tits were smashed flat beneath the sweating boy's hairy chest. Her cunt was throbbing with incredible heat from the boy's hungry, fierce fucking.

"My balls!" Paul groaned suddenly, his prick stopping its relentless drilling for a moment, then slamming forward again and again even faster than before. "My balls are getting ready!"

Donna held onto the fucking teenager and gurgled with steady, savage pleasure. A long, never-ending orgasm held her in its fiery grip, and she sensed that the boy's cum would send her boiling into new realms of sensual bliss.

Paul screamed out his lust and delivered a geyser of jism into Donna's clenching pussy. The volume of the boy's hot spunk made Donna's eyes roll as the burning juice ignited a new wave of cum-fury within her pussy.

"Cumming, too!" Donna wailed as the mind-wrenching flurries shook her cunt.

Paul was still fucking the climaxing woman furiously, his thick cock shooting wad after wad of steamy spunk up into Donna's slippery cunt hole. The river of jism back-washed out of Donna's full pussy and ran down into her winking asshole, the kinky sensation sending fresh tremors of orgasm fluttering through the helpless widow.

"So hard!" Donna burbled, nearly out of her mind with bliss. "Your thick cock is making me cum so fucking hard!"

The fierce fucking kept on until Paul's prick began going soft. He glided the fat cockshaft into Donna's jizz-slick pussy until it was too limp to stay inside.

"Ohhhhh, what a hot fuck!" Donna murmured, lost in the haze of a beautiful after cum glow. "Oh, what a hot, good fuck you gave me!"

Paul got up off the dazed woman and looked down. "Your pussy's swimmin' in my cum, that's for sure! I drained my nuts in your ritzy cunt, didn't I, Mrs. Spaulding, baby?"

The boy's haughty words brought Donna back to reality. The fucking he had given her had been wonderful, but now she had to face the consequences.

A movement caught Paul's eye. He turned and saw Byron trying frantically to stuff his hard prick back into his tight jeans.

"I told you, cock-sucker, you came here to watch me fuck this slut," Paul said angrily. "Not to get no nookie yourself!"

The big youth was off the bed in an instant. He caught Byron by the back of the neck as the frail boy attempted to run out of the room.

"I've… I couldn't help it!" Byron protested as the bigger boy spun him around. "It turned me on, watching the way you fucked her, Paul, honest! I mean, wow! You really gave her the old meat-stick, just like you said you would!"

Byron was grinning sheepishly, hoping to avoid the blow he felt was coming. Paul smiled back, a cruel, thoroughly humorless smile.

"So you just wanted some relief, huh?" Paul asked the frightened boy. "Well, they tell me there's great relief in sleep, numb-nuts. Nighty-night!"

The crushing right hand to Byron's jaw was so quick and so fierce that the hapless boy didn't even have time to throw up a hand in his own defense. Donna sat up on the bed and screamed as she watched the blood explode from Byron's mouth and his lithe body fly across the room. The boy hit the wall and slid downward, unmoving.

"You… you fucking animal!" Donna shouted at the leering bully.

Paul stood admiring his handiwork for a few moments before he turned to face the angry woman. Byron was out cold, blood running down his chin and dripping onto his white tee shirt.

"Here's what me got to say to you, bitch," Paul said to Donna as he moved back to the bed. "Here's the way it shakes out."

The menacing boy reached down and grabbed Donna by the throat. His big paw went all the way around her slender neck. He pushed Donna back onto the bed and cut her words off easily with a flex of his index finger against her windpipe.

"You, pretty lady, are going to fuck me and suck me, all I want, when I want," Paul announced slowly, enjoying the terrified look on Donna's face. "If you don't, I'm gonna give you just what I gave junior over there. Understand?"

The pressure on Donna's throat increased and she gasped and nodded her head vigorously, unable to speak. Paul grinned his approval and went on.

"If you call the cops, I'm gonna tell 'em all about you and numb-nuts. And, as a bonus at no extra charge, I'm gonna throw in all the information about you and the sonny boy."

Donna's eyes went huge. Her heart was pounding.

"Oh, yeah, I know all about you and Lennie." Paul gloated at the woman's terror. "I didn't really believe asshole over there last night, so I checked out your bedroom through the crack in the curtains."

Donna shivered, remembering how she had sucked her son's cock the night before, with this maniac spying from the bushes! A rising need to throw up overtook Donna as she stared up into the boy's dark, vacant eyes.

"Now I think we understand each other, blondie," Paul said at last, releasing Donna's throat.

The swaggering bully went over and retrieved his clothes. He got into them slowly, smiling at the cowering, totally defeated blonde sprawled on her bed.

"I'll be back real soon, honey," Paul assured Donna. "Don't you worry about that. And I'll have a real big load of cum for you."

Laughing, Paul sauntered out of the room. Donna shuddered and waited for the front door to close. She made it to the bathroom and threw up before she started crying.

Lennie Spaulding knew something wasn't quite right the moment he opened the door. He listened for a moment, then followed the muffled sounds down the hallway to his mother's room.

"You! You're here again!" Lennie shouted at Byron Willis as soon as he saw the lanky teenager stretched out on Donna Spaulding's big bed.

Byron was naked from the waist up. His jaw looked puffy and red. Donna was bending over the tall boy, handing him a wash cloth filled with ice cubes.

"Oh, Lennie, darling, it's not what you think… not this time!" Donna sobbed. "It's… it's worse than you think."

It took Donna fifteen minutes to explain and sob out her story to Lennie. She told him everything, except how much she had cum on Paul Long's big, hard prick, of course.

"Jeez, Mom!" Lennie breathed at last, having heard it all. "What are we gonna do now? Long's the meanest, toughest guy in the whole school! In the whole town, far as I know!"

Byron sat up and rubbed his jaw. He spoke slowly, as if doubting his mouth would still work. "He's right, Mrs. Spaulding. Long's a real beast when you get him pissed off at you! Just no telling what he'll do!"

The three of them sat around feeling dejected for a few minutes. The phone, rang and Donna finally got up and went over to answer it.

The statuesque blonde's cheeks went white as she listened to the voice on the other end. She nodded woodenly and answered: "Yes, yes, I understand. Of course I'll be here. See you then."

Donna hung up the phone. She spun and faced the boys, her blue eyes filled with terror.

"Get dressed, quickly!" Donna shouted. "Lennie, give Byron one of your shirts to wear. His is ruined with dried blood. That was Paul Long. He says he's on his way over here tonight! He had been thinking about today… about how much he enjoyed raping me! He's coming back for more!"

The two boys sprang off the bed looking as frightened as the alder woman. "What're we gonna do?" Lennie asked.

"The first thing we're gonna do is get out of here, fast!" Donna said. "We'll take Byron with us. He's the first one Paul will go after if I'm not here when he shows up!"

Donna parked her big sedan in the darkest, most remote row of the drive-in theater lot. She waited until she was sure none of the other people in the sparse scattering of cars were paying any attention to her, then got out and opened the trunk.