Sally Simpson - With Bobby_s mom

Clint was obviously proud of his cock. He grabbed it at the root and shook it at Brenda, and she wriggled her ass back on the bed, shying away from it.

"I'm hot for you," he murmured, taking a step toward her.

"Clint – please! Don't!" She tried to push him away, but they had both heard the note of desire in her voice. Brenda knew that she wanted him to fuck her, and he knew it too.

"Just relax, baby. You're going to love it."

He crawled on the bed, and Brenda whimpered in fear and lust as he unfastened the snap of the waistband of her jeans. Her gaze was fixed on the mammoth prick that bobbed before her. It was as thick as her wrist.

He unzipped the fly and began pulling on her jeans. In a daze, Brenda lifted her ass slightly off the bed, aiding him in stripping her pants and panties off. When she was lying there, completely nude, Clint just gazed down at her for several moments, his prick lurching and spasming with arousal.

"You don't know how many times I've dreamt about this," he said, reaching out to touch the soft fur of her cunt-mound.

Brenda shuddered with excitement when he touched her. He had calluses on his hands, and the roughness of them against her soft skin turned her on.

"Mmmmmm, you're wet. Man, are you wet!" He drew his finger up the slot of her cunt, and it was immediately coated with thick, clear pussy cream.

Then he popped his index finger inside, up to the second knuckle.

"Aaaaaaugh!" Brenda gasped, her pussy muscles contracting around it.

Now, with his finger still embedded in her hot, wet pussy, he pressed his lips to her left tit and began kissing and sucking its sleek surface.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Brenda gasped, closing her eyes and letting her mouth go slack as he slurped his way up and down her big melon of a tit. Now and then he stopped at her nipple and sucked it hard between his lips.

Brenda gasped. Each time he exerted suction on her nipple, a sharp, almost painful sensation went sizzling through her tit and down her spine, ending finally in the throbbing nub of her clit.

Now he shifted to her right tit. Again, he slavered his tongue around and around the big, juicy tit, and at the same time, he began to pump his finger in and out of her pussy.

"Aaaah, Clint! Clint!" she gasped, humping at him, pressing her pussy-mound as close as she could to his incredible cock. At last she was ready for his prick, but amazingly, he held her off for a bit, so taken by her enormous tits that he continued to suck and lick and nibble at the succulent flesh.

Brenda was so hot, she thought she would explode with passion. She reached for Clint's prick, realizing with a thrill that it was so thick that she couldn't get her hand around the shaft.

Then she shoved her cunt right up against his massive prick head, and with a sudden heave, she impaled her pussy on his prick.

Stars flashed before her eyes, and her whole body twitched with the sudden load of prick meat.

"Jee-sus!" she gasped, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. His prick was so enormous it felt as if it would rip her pussy apart at the seams.

Its great throbbing bulk pressed up against every inch of her cunt, setting off a wildfire of sensations in her delicate nerves. And even though she had taken his prick to the very end of her cunt tunnel, three inches still remained outside her cunt.

"Ungh, ungh, God you're so tight!" Clint grunted, his face scrunched into a tense frown. Slowly, he began to rotate his ass, reaming her out.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Brenda cried, wriggling and bucking beneath him, nearly out of her mind with the electric-like sensations that were shooting through her strained cunt.

Clint stopped moving for several moments, letting Brenda's supple pussy undulate up and down his thick cock. Again, he began kissing and laying her tits, and Brenda was on the verge of swooning into unconsciousness from the tremendous overload of sensation.

"Stop, stop!" she gasped, pressing against his shoulders, trying to pull his face from her tits.

At last her protests penetrated through his lust filled brain, and he stopped his licking, gazing down at her as she struggled with the massive pleasures assaulting her body.

Brenda tried to relax her cunt muscles, reign in her fierce sexual desire, so she could more easily accommodate Clint's gargantuan prick and begin some earnest fucking.

She willed herself to breathe more slowly, to make gentle, rhythmic gyrations of the hip, and sure enough, her cunt muscles began to case their vise-like grip, began to adapt to the huge girth of Clint's prick while rippling smoothly up and down his enormous cock.

"That's it, baby! Yessssss… so good!" Clint murmured, and now he began to withdraw very slowly.

"Ungh!" Brenda gasped as her pussy snapped back to its original tightness.

He withdrew almost all the way, leaving only his thick prick head still wedged up her cunt hole. He paused to diddle delicately at her tit, flicking it between his thumb and forefinger, and Brenda screeched like a cat in heat as potent stabs of pleasure seared through her guts. He had her number. He knew how to please her.

He kept it up for several moments. Then, as she dragged her fingernails along the coverlet, thrashing her head from side to side in her passion, he began to shove his prick in again.

Inch by inch, his great slab of prick meat invaded her tight little cunt, pressing the soft tissues to their limits. It was the most devastating and exciting sensation Brenda had ever felt. She was completely at his mercy, and yet his big, punishing cock was bringing her closer and closer to mind-shattering climax.

"Aaaaargh!" he gasped when his prick head hit bottom, jarring Brenda's ass.

She held her breath as once again, the sharp, stinging sensations of ecstasy ripped through her guts. This time, he did not keep his prick wedged in for long, but immediately began to withdraw again.

Brenda braced herself. In another few seconds, he would charge back in.

"Aanaaaaiiie!" she cried, tears coursing down her cheeks. "Clint!" She dug her fingernails in his back, drawing them down toward his ass, and leaving thin red lines in his tough flesh.

This only goaded him on to harder and faster fuck strokes, and in no time, the bed was rocking on the floor, banging into the wall.

Brenda gasped and groaned and called out his name, her voice becoming louder and shriller as a powerful climax loomed before her.

Clint was pumping her hard and fast now, and her cries echoed off the walls. Suddenly she stiffened, her toes pointing rigidly, her thighs twitching uncontrollably.

"Clint, Clint, Clint," she cried. Like a volcano, her climax erupted deep in her gut, flowing outward to every inch of her body, spreading warmth and release and inexpressible pleasure.

Clint didn't stop fucking. He kept jabbing into her spasming pussy, reaming her out with incredible force. But Brenda was so far gone in her pleasure, she didn't feel any pain. All she felt was herself descending into a widening, deepening pool of ecstasy.

"Shit! Take it? Take it!" Clint bellowed at last, and as he snorted and shook and gasped for breath, he shot her full of his rich, thick jizz.

Brenda slowly returned to consciousness. Clint was asleep, his mouth slack, his body sunk into a posture of deep repose. She was amazed to see that even when his prick was soft and limp, it had enormous dimensions. She reached out for his cock, gently stroking it from root to head, trembling with remembered pleasure.

A soft fluttering of desire started in her pussy. She moistened her lips as she prepared to take his prick head into her mouth. But then she recalled that Bobby was somewhere in the hills with a little black-haired vixen hellbent on his seduction.