Susan Carter - Father knows best

But Brian didn't want to come in her mouth. He wanted to come in her cunt and at the same time bring on another climax. He wanted this woman temporarily pooped. He would teach her that a young boy like himself knew more about fucking than most mature adults.

Harriet felt him stabbing his tongue deeper and deeper into her anal cavern, pressuring it into her until she thought she would scream. And then, when he had pushed the wriggling digit in until it was almost three-eights of an inch into her, he suddenly wrenched it free.

Twisting around on the bed, Brian positioned his pulsing, wet, anguished cock directly over the young grandmother's mouth. He raised his face from her anal depths, his saliva-covered tongue dangling over her bare pussy, its tip resting teasingly right near her clitoris.

"Now!" Brian Wolfe gasped to Harriet Pembroke. "Now you start sucking my cock like there's no tomorrow, got me?"

The young boy was actually ordering Harriet, and the woman smiled to herself. Let him think he's in command, for now.

Brian, certain she would obey his order, sank his dripping tongue into the furnace of her vagina again, feeling the boglike flesh suck his oral digit all the way inside. Her pussy muscles were so finely turned, she actually was able to yank on his extended lingual probe, pulling it ever deeper into her creaming depths.

Harriet was thrilled with all this. It had been so long since any male had actually catered to her body. True, there were clients who got their kicks from being forced to do things to her, but that was no fun for Harriet. This boy was willingly trying to please her, as if his own enjoyment hinged on hers.

Totally lost to the passionate licking tongue in her womb, she decided she wanted to swallow the boy's meaty cock all the way into her belly, and she would have, had it been feasible. In any case, she wanted to suck his dingus and keep on sucking it until her stomach was filled with the boy's seething glue. Her wide-open eyes were now staring at the boy's throbbing dork, noting how it trembled in anticipation of being sheathed inside her mouth.

As Brian's tongue sank into her creaming depths, Harriet shouted a thrilling gasp and reaching out, grabbed the boy's hovering pidookie. She held it tightly and yanked it, headfirst, toward her gaping mouth. Her tongue stabbed out, flicking at the cockhead and licking off the colorless brandy pouring from the slit in the shuddering tip. The hard, rubbery flesh of the thick head jerked and twitched as her tongue licked all over it, once again making Harriet realize she was in control of the situation, as she had always been in control of the situation, even when she had been a teenaged hoyden.

There was power in being able to control a man by sucking his cock, just as she had felt the power temporarily go over to Brian when he had licked her asshole. Harriet's power was in the dealing of pleasure, and because Brian had been able to give her pleasure, he had gained a measure of power over her no male had enjoyed since that first time Murray had raped her.

Lilting, tingling spasms were building in her belly, and she sucked with greater intensity as she felt his tongue drill through her junketlike vaginal center. Because of the great intensity of delight in her cunt, Harriet reacted with stronger oral pressure, licking Brian's hot, blood filled member as if it were a fleshy lollipop. She used the point of her tongue like a stinger, lightly touching the delicate corona here and there, making it wildly leap.

Then she extended her tongue like a support beam and brought the boy's hard cock down until the top lay flatly against her oral digit. Her lips formed a hot, round circle around the pulsating glans, and then she tightened them, making Brian gasp as he sank his tongue through the bog of her pussy.

This was the first time the boy was being eaten with such finesse. Now her oval lips sucked the red, rubbery head between them. Brian slammed his hips down as his massive throbbing tip began plugging into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. And then the thick glans pushed against the soft, pulpy back of her throat, and Harriet felt as if her flesh was accordioning back there and ramming into her gullet.

Her esophagus, used to even thicker penises, opened wide and tugged the pulsing member in as her lips tightened their hold on the bole of his pushing member. Her teeth edged their way along the flesh of Brian's throbbing cock as her tongue lapped and swirled around the expanding crimson cap.

She jerked her head back with her teeth still tightly clamped to the pulsing meat, and there were little white streaks where the blood had been momentarily forced away from the surface of his penile flesh.

Forcing her head forward, Harriet sucked the heavy rod into her throat, wanting to swallow even more of his rigid length. The strong, manly scent of his groin assailed her nostrils, making them quiver, and Harriet felt internally excited. She savagely rammed her face down along the length of his column of rigid muscle, plunging the head right back into her narrow gullet. She wanted to suck the jism out of him.

Brian thought her sucking mouth felt like it was filled with hot, melted margarine as his hard penis drove into the burning liquid depths to its full length. The pressure of her teeth on the outer skin made his testicles shudder with the need to release his churning semen.

The young boy's face pressed tightly into the older woman's slick, narrow corridor as Harriet wriggled and trembled under the workings of his masterful young tongue. She was reaching for her climax, and she knew this one would be a dilly. She could tell the boy sensed her orgasmic approach because of the rapid way he was driving his penis in and out of her sucking throat. He was as excited for her as he was for himself, which was another good sign. When he grew up, he would make some woman a fantastic sex partner, if nothing else.

The young grandmother's lips tightened all the more solidly around Brian's thrusting cock. Harriet was shivering with excitement as she realized she was on the brink of a glorious climax. Her hand reached up between the taut, smooth thighs around her face and cupped his balls, holding the twin marbles in the warmth of her palm. She massaged this latest prize, careful not to apply too much pressure.

The whore's lips were grotesquely distended and stretched by the rigid presence of the young boy's cock. Each time she took it into the hot, swirling depths of her sucking mouth, her lips folded in on the thick pike. Her tongue ran wildly around the bulbous head as quickly as possible, teasing, tantalizing, and stroking it into total submission, in the hope of forcing it to explode its white contents into her mouth.

The swollen cock became thicker as it pushed into Harriet's throat. The blood-red color of the glans seemed to drift to the thick stalk, feeling it swell to greater and greater thickness. Though she didn't know why, the young grandmother felt the need to make this boy spurt his seed down her throat.

Her fingers massaged his tight, swollen testicles all the faster, silently pleading for him to release his hot, sticky load. At the same time, her own belly seemed to take flight into an ecstatic dimension she had rarely reached before as her head continued its insistent up and down bobbing. She sucked the boy's hard, pulsing cock with more powerful tugs of her lips.

The orgasm in Harriet's body was almost there. She could feel the gathering billows rising inside her like storm clouds ready to explode at any moment. The woman was sure she would go completely insane if her climax didn't come shortly. It was so near, so near, and yet it wasn't quite there. Her head pumped all the more furiously, as her sucking lips tightened their grip even more. Her nose pressed into his groin, mashing his wet pubic hairs into his body as the young grandmother sucked with all the urgency in her passion-filled body.