Heather Brown: Mom_s boy hunger

Now we really began fucking. All the while Hank kept his mouth on my tits, using his tongue and lips all over their tingling expanse-especially the nipples.

I wrapped my legs around him, making his phallic penetration even deeper. Hank's cock felt even bigger than Buzz's had. I couldn't help but wonder if he made love to his wife with as much passion as he was doing to me, a complete stranger.

The head of his cock was maddeningly chafing within my womb. Hank's teeth were gnashing against one nipple and then the other. I was experiencing orgasm both downstairs and upstairs.

And now it was my lover's turn to come.

"Let go, Hank!" I screamed. "Fill my pussy with your hot, sticky jizz!"

His cock lurched within me, seeming to penetrate all the way to my spine. I wouldn't have been surprised if his phallic lunge had cracked my vertebrae. Hank's big moment was here.

"Oooooohhhh!" he released the air from his lungs, as he simultaneously released the cum from his nuts. There was an explosion between my legs and my cunt was abruptly swamped.

I scissored bun, trying to tighten the muscles of my pussy so I could keep all of his glorious gunk inside me. It was so hot-felt so good-I didn't want to sacrifice a drop of the precious fluid.

But there was too much of it for one woman to hold. After it had engorged every nook and cranny of my fuck-canal to the depths of my uterus, the cum-flow reversed direction and came spewing out. In fact, the force was so great that Hank's prick was pushed out of my cunt in the outpouring.

Suddenly my thighs were awash with the milk of my lover's seed. I was hemorrhaging with sperm.

Orgasming to the point of delirium, I twitched and writhed until I toppled off the sofa. When I came up for air, I was on my knees and looking straight at the vertical smile of flank's prick.

Yes, yes, his cock was still as hard as ever. So far he was matching the teenage Buzz in sexual energy. I just knew his wife couldn't do this for him..

I kissed his prick, lapping away the gooey remainder of his first ejaculation. Then I said: "How do you want to fuck me next?"

He looked at me as though he'd just discovered buried treasure. Obviously Hank hadn't been getting many offers like mine from his wife lately.

"Wh-where would y-you like it?" he self-consciously stammered, apparently unable to believe his good fortune in hooking up with me at the supermarket.

"Wherever you feel like sticking that great big prick of yours," I left it up to him. "Anywhere and anyway you want to fuck me is what's going to make me come the most. All I want to do is please you.

He slipped off the couch and joined me on the floor. "I-I've always w-wanted to do t-this," he muttered, placing his hands on my shoulders and forcing me down to my elbows so I was on all fours, resembling a bitch in heat.

When I was positioned in the way he preferred, he moved around behind me. There, he sunk his fingers into the crack of my ass and pried my buns apart. I could feel his hot breath wafting against my exposed anus, as he poked his face in for a close peek at my most intimate orifice.

Then there was a finger, a finger probing my rectum. Sliding within me and wiggling around. I felt an immediate spasm all the way up to my colon.

"More fingers," I pantingly told him. "Spread the hole apart so your dick will fit when you get ready to fuck me."

Two, three fingers crammed within my tight shit-pit. The two outer ones spread, whit the third pushed forward. I moaned with pleasure.

When Hank removed his fingers from my asshole, I told him to lick it. "Make it sloppy with your spit," I instructed. "The wetter you make it, the easier your dick will slide in."

At last he was ready for the phallic descent. It was his cockhead between the cheeks of my ass now, and it was knocking at my door.

"Shove!" I screamed, wanting it as badly as I'd ever wanted anything in my life.

"Ooooommph!" he grunted, and his dick took over. It jammed inside me like a spike, ripping up the narrow canal to my bowels.

"Deeper! Deeper!" I begged. "All the way!"

Even with the preparations, it was an extremely tight fit, Hank's cock was so big. However, neither of us would accept anything but the ultimate. This meant he had to keep pushing and straining, and I had to endure a pain so intense it felt as though I were being disemboweled.

I loved it. God, it hurt so good!

Then, when I could feel his balls roiling against my backside, I knew we had done it. Hank was fucking my ass to the hilt. Now it was time to relax and enjoy it.

He was even better at cornholing me than he'd been servicing my pussy. His huge cock felt even more immense and longer in my anus than it had a notch below. And the friction created by his steadily pumping motion was an orgasm-giver of a stellar degree.

I couldn't see the action, so I closed my eyes and imagined it. Imagined the sight of Hank's stiff dick whipping in and out of my tightest orifice. My anal ridges tugging like a noose around his pistoning shaft. His balls contracting and contracting, drawing up within him as they prepared to force the cum out with their extreme pressure.

I wanted to scream, sing, cry, bay at the moon. Shout to the world that at last I had found a to get what I deserved out of life.

"Come! Come!" I gave in to my desire to let it verbally all hang loose. "Come, you big-cocked bastard!"

Hank responded to my epithet as I'd hoped he would. The more passionate the lovemaking, the more vigorously the partners seem to respond to obscenity. I'd learned that lesson by talking dirty to Buzz, and now I was going to the well again with my second fling of the day.

"I want your cum!" I shrieked. "Fill my ass! Cum from your big, big prick, son of a bitch!"

"Whore!" Hank got into the swing of things. "Only a filthy whore likes it in the ass!"

"Right!" I readily agreed, at the top of my lungs. "I'm nothing but a whore, and you're my fucking pimp!"

That bit of spontaneous invective turned the trick. Hank's prick expanded that extra bit so well known to women as the harbinger of ejaculation, and then did its duty.

This time the cum seemed like shrapnel, as it tore into my tenderest depths. Having your womb flooded with jizz is one thing; but the irrigation of your colon is something even more. It feels like someone has poured hot lead up your ass.

Once again I tried to keep it all inside me. And, once again, it was impossible.

The flow dramatically reversed itself, squirting out with even more intensity than it had entered. For the second time during a fuck, Hank's hard-on was expelled by the pressure. Cum was shooting from my ass through the air, and then pooling as it landed on the floor.

When it was finally over, Hank's cock was finally wilting. Well, he's no teenager, I thought, but he makes up in quality what he lacks in quantity.

I didn't realize how late it was until I got home. However, when I saw Ted's car in the driveway I knew it had to be after six.

Suddenly I panicked. I may have picked up a man at the supermarket, but I'd neglected to pick up any food. There was nothing for dinner tonight.

And if there was one thing Ted expected when he got home from work in the evening, it was dinner on the table by six-thirty. He was probably pissed off already, but he'd be furious when he found out I had nothing to serve him even late.

Sally, my daughter, was coming out the front door of the house as I started up the steps. I started to ask her where she was headed in such a huny, but she spoke first.

"Boy, Mom, are you gonna catch it," she said. "Dad's ready to strangle you for not having supper ready. Where've you been, anyway?"

She looked at me in a funny way when I didn't come up with an immediate answer. For a brief moment there, I had the notion that she suspected I'd been having an affair.