Dawn Cummings - Her sensuous search

"Yes," she said quietly, "there's me."

"You feel a little funny, a little edgy?" Chris asked.

She nodded, "And you?"

"Yeah – but I keep wanting to reach out and see if you're real."

Lauralee put down her cup. "Then do it."

As the man stood up and began to drop off his shirt and pants, she turned on the breakfast stool, swivelling in the chair and fumbling with the belt of her robe. Lauralee stared at the chunky body that was being swiftly exposed, the hairy chest and muscular belly, the heavy bulge in his jockey shorts.

Chris' prick was bigger than her son's, bigger than she remembered her husband's being. When it leaped from his shorts, she saw that it was thick and long, a massive shaft throbbing with energy, the puffy head dark and engorged, a veritable club with a knotted end. His pubic hair had reddish glints in its rich brown curls, and the hair marched right up his belly, its thin line spreading when it reached the barrel chest. The man's balls swung hugely low in a wrinkled sack.

Lauralee's robe fell open down the front, and she made a tentative motion, as if to lower herself from the barstool, but he glided toward her and put his squared hands upon her hips.

"Just like this," he said huskily. "I never saw such beautiful, long legs, and your pussy hair looks a foot deep, all black and shiny. Your tits aren't big, but they make a man's hands itch to cup them."

"I-I can go to the couch in the living room," Lauralee whispered.

"Right her is fine," Chris said, "I don't want to wait a second longer to get into you, baby. I can't move back from that gorgeous snatch."

His hand dipped beneath her robe and found her swollen breasts. Lauralee parted her knees and Chris moved between them, that heavy cock jerking hungrily as it touched the sensitive skin of her belly. She quivered, realizing that it was going to happen right now, with no more preliminaries, without either of them having to play coy little games. They were going to FUCK, right here in her kitchen, and he was so horny that he didn't even want her to climb off the stool. It was nice to be needed that urgently.

Hands gentle upon her vibrant breasts, Chris moved his hips, so that his distended cockhead slid over her tummy, and his mouth came closer to her own. Her face was just about on a level with his, and she looked directly into his eyes as their lips met, seeing the hot desires flaming there. Thick and hard, slippery and hot, the man's tongue slipped into her mouth, and her own tongue attacked it greedily.

Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Chris pressed them down into the globes of her breasts, then allowed the erectile points to spring back against he palms of his hands, cupping the mounds, fondling them. That sturdy prick bumped her belly, and Lauralee spread her thighs wider to feel the weighted sack of the man's balls. With his mouth still glued to hers, Chris let go of her tits and slipped one hand down to her thigh. The other was tilting his flanged knob downward and steering it blunt, sticky point into the thick fleece of her pubic mound.

Lifting her knees a bit, Lauralee edged forward on the stool, so that the probing glans could reach her labia more easily, and shuddered when she felt it nudging, pushing against her dampened cunt lips. She put her arms around his neck and her breath panted hotly steady pressure of his cockhead.

Against her teeth, he whispered, "Oh yeah, baby. Soft, hot pussy lips, all slidy and wiggling – opening for my prick – it's working on up into you, baby – sliding up into your juicy snatch inch by inch."

She hissed back, rolling her crotch to assist the seating of the gorged meat. "This is only the third prick I've ever known – my husband's, then my son's, and now yours. Oh Chris, Chris – your cock is so much bigger than either of theirs; it's filling up my pussy, packing it so nicely."

His shaft pushed on, until her cunt lips were squeezed down around its wide stem and the padding of their pubic hair was mingled as their crotches ground together in mutual passion.

"Socked into your cunt," Chris gasped then. "I've got it shoved home right to the balls, Lauralee. Wrap those long, slick legs around me, darling – just hold on because I'm going to fuck you right on through the back of that stool!"

"Do it!" Lauralee groaned. "Fuck me hard and fuck me mean, lover – try to rip me open with that big, beautiful fat prick – screw me harder than Robbie can, meaner than my husband ever dared – do it, do it, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch!"

Her legs clung frantically to his waist, locked and crossed at the ankles, and Lauralee jammed it to him, sliding her seething pussy back and forth upon the round, strong pole, wheeling her taut ass in avid circles and digging the points of her breasts into the thrillingly hairy expanse of his chest.

New prick, different prick; strange lover, now with his hands upon her waist to try to hold her in position while he fed that marvelous meat deep into her convulsing vagina. Her body was pinned onto and against the stool, but her pelvis could strike back at his pistoning bat, and Lauralee twisted upon it.

"Beautiful," Chris moaned. "Oh baby – your greasy snatch is eating up my prick, biting down on it the same way as Bettina's little pussy does – oh-uh-uh! You're a great piece of ass – great! Those long, loose legs, the way you grind your cunt – ahh, baby – lovely, hot-assed bitch!"

His strokes pounded harder into her cunt, almost lifting her squirming ass from the barstool and making her boobs bounce, making her head rock back and forth in the hammering rhythm of his fucking. Chris' balls went slap-slap into the steamy crack of her ass, slap-slap along the seat of the stool. Lauralee's pussy echoed the noises, but wetly, liquidly – squish-squish.

Dipping her face, she clamped her teeth into the man's corded throat and held on, her arms tight about his shoulders now, her entire body wriggling and humping. She laid her mattressed crotch up to him, bucking upon the impalement of his thick, hard meat and attempting to draw that bulging cockhead up through her pulsating womb, up into her stomach. Deeper and more powerfully, his prick sledged up her tremulous, hotly jellied sheath.

Chris' breath broke away from her suctioning lips, and he gasped for air as his thrusts became offbeat and jerky. She rode them furiously, jack-hammering her snatch into his root as the golden radiance began to flare around her clit and her asshole drew pinpoint tight in anticipation of the orgasm only milliseconds away.

"C-coming!" Chris groaned, hanging onto her wildly gyrating hips. "Oh baby, you're tearing the head right off my prick and I'm COMING!"

Pivoting sinuously, lasciviously upon this new cock, feeling the gushing of thick and bubbling semen, Lauralee clawed her for her own all-pervading climax, coming in a frenzy of humpings, wrestling him between her thighs as her pelvis beat into his. She came and came, sizzling wavelets of rapture timing themselves to the spurting of his semen, reacting with ecstasy to each spatter of live juice that hosed her cervix, that cascaded throughout her vagina.

"Lovely, lovely!" she gasped. "Oh lover – this big prick is so hard, nice and thick and long, and it's still squirting come into my pussy!"

Chris sighed against her throat, his thumbs digging into her churning hips, his submerged cock held within the fiery cauldron of her inundated snatch, his testicles twitching as they emptied themselves in a final spasming. "What a wild fuck," he murmured. "You must drive your kid right up the wall with that hungry pussy."

"And you must freak out your daughter with that big cock," she answered, "as well as your wife."

Keeping his shaft crammed into her flexing drenched cunt to the balls, Chris said, "Between Robbie and me, we'll keep you all busy and loving. Oh man, I can feel come leaking out of your box and puddling into my balls. I must have fired one hell of a big load."