Kevin Sellers: Mom wants more

"Uhhhh…" he groaned, smiling happily. He'd fucked her – Janie Harper, the most popular girl at school.

As if sensing his realization, Janie laughed, still twitching in completion. "Ohhh… oh, that was terrific! But what would your mom say if she caught us now? I'm supposed to be taking care of you, and just look at me!"

She dipped her fingers down to catch the sticky wetness of cum on her stomach, her tone not a bit regretful.

Troy smiled broadly. "She'd probably say that you're taking real good care of me, just like you should. And just like you will from now on, too."

His hand covered her pussy, rubbing in the droplets of jism that clung to her mound.

"Oh, no, I won't!" Forcing herself to ignore the pleasure of having her cunt rubbed, Janie sat up and pushed him away, reaching for her clothes. "That… that was the only time, and it's never going to happen again. Now, go take your bath, while I clean up down here."

"All right." With a shrug Troy stood up and picked up his discarded clothing, "But it won't be the last time, and you know it. Not now that you've had a taste of real cock. You'll see."

"Well, here we are, safe and sound." Daryl Brock shut the car engine off and turned to face his date, grinning. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Gwen King gave a nervous little laugh as his arm slipped casually about her shoulders.

"Of course, it wasn't," she said quickly, blushing. "Tm – I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. As a matter of fact, this was one of the nicest dates I can remember. I really did enjoy it, even, even if I didn't seem to."

She fell quiet, embarrassed at her admission. Though she'd gone out with several men over the past few weeks, she liked Daryl best. The problem was that she had trouble showing it. Married for ten years and widowed for another eight, she couldn't help feeling like a nervous schoolgirl when it came to dating. It had been too many years since she'd been with a man other than her son. In fact, it was that very realization that had caused her to start going out again in the first place. She had begun to admit to herself that her son was growing into a man, and would soon want a life of his own, away from home.

Realizing what he was up against, Daryl made his voice soothing. "I understand, maybe even better than you think. But after all, this is just our third date together. I don't want you to think for one moment that I intend to give up, no matter how long it takes. You've spent too much time alone, that's all. You need what a man has to offer, and we salesmen are a pretty persistent bunch. You'll see. I'll have you loosening up in no time."

As he talked, the hand on Gwen's shoulder slipped around so that it fell lightly over one of her big jutting tits.

For an instant she was inclined to push his hand away. It had been years since any man had touched her that intimately even if the touch was no more than a brief brush of fingertips against the stretched fabric of her dress.

But something stopped her. A sudden giddy jolt of pleasure made her hesitate. Daryl was an attractive bachelor, and he knew it. The way his grey eyes always twinkled with mischief, and the way his handsome features – enhanced by a rich halo of curly black hair and an athletic figure – never failed to make her glow with an almost unfamiliar warmth. She felt her cunt begin to cream.

"I… I think I'd better go in now."

"Just a minute more, okay?" Daryl's eyes flicked down over her low-cut pale-blue dress. Gwen was the most voluptuous woman he'd ever dated. A tall brunette with long slender legs and flared hips and a pair of tits that were a teenager's daydream, she was one of the most attractive women in town. Though he sensed her hesitation, something in her high-cheeked face and the slight parting of her full sensuous lips encouraged him.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry, is there? After all, it's still early. What you need is to relax more, let yourself go a little bit. I don't bite, you know. At least, not very hard."

He shifted his body, pressing his thigh against hers. Given felt herself wilting as the hand on her tit began to knead, imperceptibly at first, then with growing assurance.

"That's it," Daryl said, his breath hot against her neck. "Just put yourself into my hands, and I'll show you exactly how to relax."

With an effort, she tried to stop what was happening.

"Daryl, please, I don't think mmmmm…"

At that moment his mouth came down to drown her protest, his tongue pushing her lips apart and diving into her moist depths.

Gwen reacted instinctively, her tongue clashing with his. She could feel her nipple erecting in the smothering confines of its bra-cup, straining for his palm. She moaned.

When Daryl pulled back at last, his voice was a husky chuckle. "You see? I told you I knew just how to make you feel better. It's time we really got to know each other, Gwen. Since it looks like we may be dating quite a bit from now on, I want you to get comfortable and relaxed."

He was massaging her tit openly now, hefting its hugeness in the taut restraint of her dress.

Despite the old familiar need boiling up inside her, Gwen tried to fight back. "Please, Daryl, I-I don't think this is the kind of relaxing we ought to do right here in the car like this. Maybe… maybe some other time, when we've gotten more comfortable together."

"Oh, but we are comfortable," he replied, moving his free hand down to cover one of hers. "We've spent our last two dates doing just that. However, there's one detail that's been making me uncomfortable, and it's getting worse every time I'm with you. I've been wanting to get my hands on this luscious body of yours until I can't stand to walk another minute. And, to be honest, you deserve to know just where I've been most uncomfortable of all – like right here."

Before she could object, Daryl guided her hand to his crotch. An instant later, she found herself cupping his enormous swelled prick that strained against his trousers.

She felt her cunt oozing a horny flood of juice. Her fist clenched instinctively over the first cock she'd held in years.

"Ahhh…" Daryl groaned.

She squeezed his cock hard, unable to stop herself.

"AIX, baby, that's it. Get a good long feel of what you've been doing to me from the first time we met. And while you're getting to know me a little better, I think I'll do a bit of the same."

Suddenly he grasped the shoulder strap of her dress and pulled it down.

Shocked by his maneuver, Gwen stiffened. "Daryl, don't!"

She tried to cover herself with one hand as the other held onto his throbbing crotch, rhythmically squeezing his prick as if fearful that it might vanish if she let go.

"This is awful, right here in the car like this – oh, don't!"

But it was too late to stop him, even if she'd really wanted to. With one hand pulling her shoulder strap down, he reached up with the other and jerked the bra cup aside.

Her tit leaped free, its huge milky paleness peaking in the stiff point of one of the biggest, nipples Daryl had ever seen. Her nipple jutted out more than an inch in length, a quivering finger-thick spire.

With a groan, he leaned down, capturing her enormous spiked nipple between his lips and sliding his tongue across its hard roughness.

Gwen moaned softly, taken by complete surprise. The first feel of Daryl's hot engulfing lips was enough to thrust aside any objections she might have. In a moment of luxurious release, she arched her shoulder, pushing her big aching tit to his mouth.

"Oh… oh God, that feels so good…"

Her voice was a purr as he lapped and sucked at her rigid nipple, bringing it to full quivering attention. As if a dam had burst deep in her cunt, Gwen felt a fountain of pussyjuice drench her panties. Her hand on Daryl's sheathed prick began to stroke lovingly along its length, exploring every cramped inch of hardness.