Heather Brown: Mom_s boy hunger

"Stick your fingers inside my pussy and get enough juice to grease your cock," I instructed.

His hand was shaking, but he did it. I must have deposited six ounces of female cream on his probing fingertips. And come at least three times in ten seconds from his brief touch.

Now he smeared the frothy results all over his hard-on. The organ gleamed like it was made of metal. It was so slick with my fluid that penetration would be quick and sweet.

I couldn't wait!

"Fuck me!" I moaned and cried at the same time. "Stick your big, hard cock in my pussy and fuck me until I scream!"

However, to my dismay, he started to fumble. Apparently he wasn't as experienced as I had assumed.

"You're a virgin, aren't you, Buzz?" I stated the obvious.

His embarrassment was acute. He turned a vibrant shade of red that would have looked great on my living room curtains. I hadn't counted on taking his innocence.

"Don't you have any girlfriends?" I asked him.

"Y-y-yes," he stuttered, "but they won't let me go all the way.

"Then you just masturbate?"

"All the t-t-time," he nervously acknowledged.

"How many times can you come without stopping, Buzz?" I found myself asking.

"Three-four," he hung his head. "I know I shouldn't, but…"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," I reassured him. "You have to relieve, the pressure somehow. I'm just giving you a better way. There's no problem."

His blush dissolved. "Gee, Mrs., uh-Betty. You make me feel good."

"Not as good as you're going to make me feel when your cock is inside my cunt and you're fucking me, Buzz," I etched the bottom line. "Now let's stop talking and break you in as a man. What do you say, Buzz?"

What he said was a gurgling series of excited incoherencies. I was giving him the opportunity that every cherry teenage boy dreams of and we both knew it.

"Fuck me, Buzz! Fuck me hard!"

I grabbed his dick and guided it between my spread legs. The instant his cockhead flattened against my damp labia he was completely and utterly mine. Buzz's virginity was soon to be a thing of the past.

"Stick it in!"

His pelvis lurched as though it had a mind of its own. I was instantaneously penetrated. The walls of my pussy fluttered and then opened for mare.

"Shove!"

Buzz grunted and lurched. Lubricated with my juice, his prick surged into the sexual maw of my being. I could feel it burrowing into my womb. The next time I glanced between my legs there was nothing but his balls showing.

"Move your ass!"

He began rotating his hips in the classic motion, fucking me to the hilt. A salvo of orgasms immediately hit me, making me whimper with joy and wrap my legs around him.

I pulled him to my groin tighter and tighter. His cock was probably ten inches long, but I made it feel as though it were at least a foot. Since my husband's was a puny specimen of not more than six inches, and this was my first affair, this was the most phallus I'd ever had within me in my life.

In a way, I was losing my virginity, also.

I shoved my mouth to his ear and began muttering obscenities. That's how aroused I was in this, my first extramarital fling. I had no restraint.

I must have moaned the word 'Fuck' a hundred times, as I flooded Buzz's consciousness with my filthiest thoughts. I told him to split me in two with his immense cock; screw me until he killed me; fill me with his young, sweet cum.

He responded as I'd prayed he would-fucking me harder and harder. After the pathetic efforts of my husband, the lovemaking powers of a teenage boy were a breathtaking revelation.

When Buzz came, it was an explosion. And I'm not speaking figuratively. His prick literally erupted within my pussy.

All of a sudden I was flooded with jizz. It was hard to believe that so much of it could be the result of one boy's ejaculation. This kid had been starved for his first piece of ass, and, thank God, I was the lucky recipient. I couldn't help but wonder how many other cherry teenage boys there were out there who needed me to break them in to the ways of fucking.

However, best of all, when Buzz stopped spurting, his dick was still as hard as ever. The shooting of his first wad in a woman's cunt had just been foreplay. We were just beginning, as the excess sperm began dribbling from my cock-engorged snatch.

Like a tireless machine, Buzz just kept right on screwing me. A whole new wave of orgasms hit me during this second onslaught of cock. I was determined to match him stroke for stroke;

The bed was shaking like it never had during my married life. It took a teenage boy in place of my husband to make the springs sing.

During the peak of his stabbing penetration of my cunt, I put my hand against the back of Buzz's head and shoved his face to my breast. "Eat my tits!" I commanded him.

His mouth found one of my nipples and began sucking like crazy. The nubbin of flesh was erect to begin with, but now it became positively rock-hard. I felt as though I had a miniature hard-on growing from my chest and that he was giving it a blow-job.

When Buzz got around to the second nipple, the thrill was even more intense. This kid could suck!

And, down below, he was constantly proving his ability to fuck. The second time around was even more splendid than his initial effort. Despite the theoretical odds against it, I just knew that his repeat ejaculation would be even more copious than his first.

It was. His cock grew that tell-tale extra inch which signaled the approach of his orgasm, and then flew apart at the seams with liquid goodness. A molten flow was cascading to my furthest depths. My womb was flooded.

"God, can you fuck!" I complimented him, however Buzz was too excited to verbally respond. Yes, you guessed it, his dick was still as hard as ever, all the sex maniac wanted was more of my oh-so-willing body.

This time I would give myself to him with a difference. My cunt had had enough for a while. After all, I had other holes to satisfy.

"Fuck me in the ass!" I pleaded. "It's even tighter than my pussy."

Before he would have blanched or blushed, but now my Buzz was in the groove. Like a pro, he yanked his stiff prick from my thoroughly drenched twat and dropped it a notch to my second fuck-hole. My anus was throbbing and red, eagerly waiting for his insertion.

His inner descent was even stronger than it had been in my pussy. My asshole was narrow, but not so narrow that he couldn't prong me to the ultimate on his first try. All of a sudden my guts were on fire and Buzz was buggering me to the absolute hilt.

"Faster! Faster!" I screamed, begging him to transform his cock into a piston. I wanted him to shake my shit loose from its moorings.

I've told you how Buzz handled himself like an expert, even though he'd obviously had no experience cornholing. Now it's time to blow my own horn.

That's right. I was as inexperienced with ass-fucking as my teenage lover. My husband's idea of so-called love-making was purely slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am. Ted would have no sooner taken the time to experiment with my asshole than he would have to sit down and figure out Einstein's theory of relativity.

Yet, despite my lack of anal battle stripes, I handled myself like a professional call girl who specialized in such perversion. The deeper Buzz pronged my butt with his knife-like cock, the deeper I wanted him to go. The pain drove me wild with joy.

"Come!" I screamed. "Come in my ass! Fill my ass with cum!"

I reached down and squeezed his balls. They were churning to begin with. By the time I finished clamping down on them, they were ready to turn themselves inside out.

The jizz came hissing out of Buzz's hard-on. I still swear that I could actually hear it, even though the head of his prick was buried almost a foot in my ass.