Kevin Sellers: Mom wants more

"Mmmmm…" he groaned, fastening his lips on her out thrust nipple and sucking it harshly, milking at the big sweet spire with greedy smacking noises. At the same time his hands were busy, one fumbling at the back of her dress and the other sliding up between her closed legs. His finger brushed the silky wetness between her slim thighs.

Dimly, as the top of her dress fell limp and the hook on her bra loosened with a snap, Gwen knew she should stop what was happening. A little innocent fondling on the third date was one thing, but this was going altogether too far. They weren't a couple of horny teenagers, after all! They were two respectable adults in their mid-thirties – why, she had an almost grown-up son! What if Troy looked out a window right now and peered at the car, saw what was going on…

However, as Daryl's probing fingers located the crevice of her cunt and began to stroke there, all protest drifted from her in a small whimper as she felt her legs slip apart in a gush of horny juice.

Gwen couldn't resist. The touch of his hand against her silk-clad pussy felt like an electric jolt. She could practically hear his muffled chuckle as her thighs separated, letting his fingertips glide along the length of her pantied cunt.

Her hand was busily exploring his cock now, greedily clutching at its stiffness. As if by magic, she felt his zipper slithering down in her fingers. An instant later, his prick soared up, bare and hard and bobbing.

Without hesitation, her hand swooped down, fingers tightening in a fist around his big veined cock and sliding up and down its length. She felt the thick smooth hardness of a prick that had been denied her so long. Her fingertips glided over the sensitive knobbed head of his cock and left a little burning trail of wetness.

Almost before she knew it, Gwen was pumping on his delicious prick as if she'd done it every day of her life.

"Jesus," Daryl hissed. "That's right, baby! Oh, yeah, that's real good! And while we're at it, I'll just make you a little more comfortable too…"

Gwen barely heard him. Within moments her dress was bunched at her waist, and he was grasping her panties and tearing them down as he continued to lap and suck her big tits, making them both slick with his saliva.

"Ahhh, yesss!" she purred, arching as the panties slid off her hips. A second later they glided down her legs and off.

"Ummmmm…" Daryl pulled back from her now-aching tits with a grin. "That's it, honey. Just keep handling my cock like that, while I do some handling of my own – Christ!"

His hand had dipped between her open thighs. Her startled gasp of amazement rose when his fingers entwined in the richest mound of cuntfur he'd ever felt.

Despite the mixture of hunger and embarrassment surging through her, Gwen had to laugh. Her laugh came out husky with need. "Wha… umm, what's the matter, dear? Haven't you ever felt a woman's pussy before?"

He was staring down at the thickest, most luxurious bush of fur he'd ever seen. It covered her cunt completely. His fingers, enmeshed in her soft downy cunt hair, were almost hidden by its fleecy fullness.

"Damn," he muttered, his lips twitching in a pleased grin. "I thought I had, until now. You must have something really worth hiding there – and I'm just the one to find out what."

As he spoke, his fingers plowed through her thick fur, locating the sopping slash of her tingling cunt and sliding across it to discover the hot tightlipped hole that seemed to open to his touch.

"Uhhh…" Gwen sobbed as his finger pushed between her cuntlips and worked into her, reaming out long-unused pussy muscles. She squirmed sensually on the car seat, drawing her legs even wider apart for that first exploring probe.

Daryl chuckled. "Well, it looks as if I've finally discovered the source of your tension. Maybe this'll ease it a bit."

His finger began to ease in and out, making little squishing sounds as her cuntlips clutched at his stiff finger.

"Ahh…" she groaned, quickly losing the last of her inhibitions. "Oh God, that feels so good! Keep doing that! Put your finger all the way inside me… yesss, that's it, now – ohhh! Oh, Daryl, that's so nice, now use your thumb on my clit, tease it, just a little bit – uhhhmmm!"

He pushed his finger completely inside her cunt and rolled the ball of his thumb across her oily hooded clit, flicking the stiff bud until fresh spasms of juice poured over his hand.

Dimly, Gwen realized the picture they made. Sitting parked in front of her own house almost totally nude and letting a man who was virtually a stranger finger-fuck her like this, where almost anyone walking past could see.

However, any reluctance had long since flooded out of her in gush after horny gush of cunt juice, and she felt wave after wave of fresh pussyjuice ooze from her cunt as all the years of loneliness drained away.

Her cunt was careening against his hand, bunching for the finger that now plunged in and out of her pussy like a cock.

"Oh, my God, that's it!" she wailed as he stroked her clit into tortured joy. "Shove it into me! Faster, baby, faster! Make me come! Fuck me hard until I come! Ohhhhh, yes, Daryl, you're doing it! Now, lover, now – aaaaahhhhh!"

Bouncing wildly in the cramped car, she climaxed in blast after blast of pure unleashed frenzy, clinging to his prick and not hearing his groans of mixed pain and pleasure. Her fingers gripped his hard rippling flesh and pumped furiously.

Totally enraptured, at the first freedom she'd allowed herself in years, Gwen shuddered in orgasm after orgasm, her completion an unending chain of oblivion.

"Aaannnhhh!"

At last, satiated and drained, she sank back, gasping and panting on the car seat.

But Daryl hadn't finished with her yet. Sliding his drenched finger from her twat, he entwined his hand in her shoulder-length hair, pushing her gently down.

"Christ, you've really been wanting it bad haven't you?" He laughed, lowering her head to his crotch. "But now it's my turn to give a few directions, hon. And the first direction is for you to show me how much you want my cock. Come on, Gwen, like a nice girl. Just give it a kiss and a lick or two. What's a better way to get to know it?"

At first she didn't understand what was happening. Then she felt his fat prickhead pushing against her lips and by then it was too late. They parted automatically, closing over the reddened cock knob tat slipped into her mouth. Her tongue flicked tentatively over the huge throbbing cockhead, tasting the droplet of tangy cum that had collected on his pisshole.

That taste was enough. It had been a long time since she'd drunk a man's cum, and that promising droplet had her instantly sucking for more. Her head began to move up and clown with familiarity.

"Uummm…"

Daryl gasped his surprise as she took in more of his prick without the least resistance, her long glossy hair covering his thighs and her tongue darting eagerly over his cock.

"Oh, yeah, that's nice. Move those sweet lips of yours up and down on my prick just as if it was sinking into that delicious pussy you've been keeping from me. Oh, Jesus!"

She gasped, sucking on his hard thrusting prick with all the unrestrained need he'd aroused in her. Lips encompassing his inflamed cockhead and moving in a fucking motion on his shaft, she took in more and more of his jerking meat until her lips pushed against the cold metal of his zipper and her throat was engorged with his rigid prick.

Gwen remembered instinctively how to relax her throat muscles so that his cock filled her completely without gagging her. Sucking hard enough to make her cheeks draw in and form a tight vise around his prick, she bobbed her head up and down with increasing need, moaning and slurping.

"Oh, Jesus, that's good," Daryl managed, hunching up to ram his aching cock between her willing lips. "Faster, babe. Make me come, just like I did you. Eat my prick real nice so I can come in your mouth. That's it! Oh, Christ, yeah, now you're doing it… now baby, now!"