Susan Carter - Father knows best

Harriet was rotating her hips, rubbing her asscheeks into the firm, foam-rubber mattress. Her asscheeks moved as if receiving messages from her clitoral nerve center, which in turn was instructed to do these things by Brian's working tongue. She felt the boy running his hands up over her belly to gather and crush her full, rounded breasts, almost brutal in his handling of them.

Harriet responded by sighing and gasping, loudly. With some clients she did this as an act, but she wasn't acting at the moment as she tugged his face all the deeper into her frothing cauldron. His lips and tongue continued their driving assault on the simmering depths of her viscid pussy. The boy was making obscene sucking noises which carried throughout the room.

Harriet's head whipped wildly from side to side in total wanton abandon, and Brian's mouth opened even wider. The boy slid his tongue down through her vaginal groove, then slurped back up again, tickling her clitoris. Once again the tongue sank down through the hairless groove of her bare pussy, then slithered into the hot, steaming hole of her anxious cunt. It licked in, then out, then slashed across her perineum to lick at the crevice between her dimpled asscheeks. A moment later, the tongue was back, lapping through the hot, steaming cunt again. He ran his tongue around the elastic rim of her seething vagina, licking and teasing, making her inwardly scream for him to bury the lingual length inside her again.

Harriet felt the boy restrain himself for what seemed like an eternity, and then his tongue began wildly fucking into her slurping nookie, moving with the same speed a woodpecker uses to drive his beak into the bole of a tree. She felt Brian nailing his tongue hotly, wetly into the slavering depths of her clasping vaginal hole.

The young grandmother heard herself muttering a stream of unintelligible curses as the boy's tongue now spiraled through her frothing fissure. His lips sucked each of her inner labia, then caressed each of her outer labia. She felt his fingers moving up to the undersides of her knees, and now he was pressing her knees back until they were all but touching her shoulders, lifting her ass even higher.

Her vaginal and anal openings were upthrust and totally exposed to the wild lickings of his tongue. His hands came down and sank into the soft cheeks of her buttocks as he extended his tongue as far as possible into the searing temple of her inflamed cunt.

Harriet found herself grunting and sighing as she had often done when first starting out in this life. Attaining orgasms was something she had always found easy, even as a young whore with an infant daughter to support. Now, with this boy sinking his tongue into her vaginal pit, she felt transformed into the young girl she used to be. Not that she was unhappy about it.

From the time she first decided to become a prostitute, Harriet had always enjoyed life. She'd turned her back on her Aunt Cecile and had screwed the local judge to prevent him from issuing a court order sending her back to her aunt's after the birth of her child. The judge was so delighted with the way she had behaved, he had secretly kept her under his personal guardianship until she reached twenty-one. And it was he who had issued orders to the police not to get in her way when she had "gone public".

It had been such a long time since she had been orally fucked. The judge had been one of the few men who did things like that, and after him there were less than a half dozen. But here was Brian, making her grind her asscheeks like a teenage twiff. The pounding rhythm of his tongue thrilled her pussy, and the electric charges shooting through her body had taken over command of her dizzying thoughts.

Harriet's head was filled with a million delights as she stared at the reflection, envying herself for being able to see and feel it all. The wonderful reflection enjoying the same sensations as herself looked more enticing than any previous reflection she had ever seen. It had been such a long time since she felt she was genuinely feeling something new, different, and fresh. There was no doubt about it, the boy had a way with his tongue. Her inner emotions felt raw, exposed, open, and delighted.

"Oh Christ!" she yelled. "Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck my cunt with your tongue and don't ever stop! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The hot, wet tongue continued boring into her vaginal sinkhole. What she felt from the boy's licking was total, complete, undiluted enchantment, and she wanted more and more, aching to feel every last little bit Brian Wolfe had to offer. Harriet could feel the oral digit slurping through her feminine cave at breakneck speed, her asscheeks twitching with each wonderful, thrilling stab into her fiery vaginal orifice.

And then, when she was at the peak of her enjoyment, Harriet felt the boy pull his tongue out of her teeming pussy and lick at her asshole. He lapped at the tiny, secret, puckered ring. Many men had fucked her ass as an alternative to her cunt, but this was the first boy to lick at her anus. This was a first for Harriet, and the boy's sizzling tongue sent sparks shooting straight up her spine, into the base of her brain, making her mind re-join her body and thrill to the fullest erotic pleasure she had ever known.

Brian's tongue struck out like a wild snake moving after its helpless prey. The oral extension licked against the tiny clenched hole, sending more sizzling thrills through the young grandmother. His licking was a constant flame shooting fiery rumbles into her rectum.

"Annnnnhhhhh!" the woman gasped, squirming and writhing with new, heretofore unknown thrills as far as she was concerned. No wonder men always trembled and shuddered so when she licked their bumholes. The sensation of contact – his tongue with her anal center – sent spasms of blistering electricity cloying through her anguished body.

Thrills crashed against Harriet's brain with the intensity of a mile-high tidal wave. Little by little the narrow point of his tongue was working its way into the tight, restricted area of her anus, opening it up so more of his tongue could fit in. The stabbing digit was worming its way deeper and deeper.

She was sure it was a good two or three inches into her, yet Harriet knew that was physically impossible.

The truth was, Brian's tongue was no more than a quarter of an inch into her ass, but it kept her at the peak of her frenzy. Her womanly body trembled beyond all control as spasms furiously rippled through her with currents of electrical pleasure, making her twist and squirm like some helpless fish on a hook.

Brian was getting a bigger kick out of it than even he had dreamed. To think, he was arousing this much feeling in the village prostitute; the one woman he was certain had been beyond feeling. Well, the fellows in school were certain of it, anyway. He had wanted to find out for himself, and that was precisely what he was doing. And to his wonderment and enjoyment, he could see she was a long way away from being beyond feeling.

Brian wanted to feel her mouth surround his cock. He had heard from others that she was so fantastic she could suck a man's soul out through his cock. She would do it anytime he wished. Of that much, Brian was certain.

Harriet's thoughts were concentrated on what the boy was doing, but she could see by the way the boy's ass was twitching that he was feeling tremendously aroused. His throbbing prick was probably hurting him by now, and it probably felt as tall as the Empire State Building.

Brian felt the pressure of his excited blood filling the throbbing machine, making it twitch and shudder, filling it with circulating passion until it seemed ready to totally explode. Shee-it! He wanted to cram his meat all the way down her throat so she could feel it deep down in her quivering belly. And while he was bringing on a major orgasm in her body with his mouth, he would let her continue to suck his pulsing dingus.