M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

"Oh, yesssss…" she hissed, feeling his cock head moving into the breech. "Yesssss, that's it!"

Derek kept on pushing, kept right on feeding the long, hard length of his dick up into her hungry body. Charlene responded with exciting little gasps and groans of pleasure, murmuring vile obscenities to urge him on. She could feel the shaft of his prick slipping between the tight lips of her slit, the head spreading the walls of her cunt far inside her heated form. It seemed to her that his cock was going to probe all the way up inside her and push her stomach out of place. And she would have welcomed it – for she'd never in her life felt anything as marvelously filling as Derek's delightful dork.

"More!" she begged. "More!"

She got it.

Charlene was bent nearly double, folded upon herself. Her calves were to either side of his dark-haired head, caught over his shoulders. His cock slid slowly into her, deeper and farther, finding new and wonderful pleasure charges to detonate with each additional inch of hard male meat fed into her. She'd never in her wildest fantasies thought it could be so incredibly good!

Derek drove the last inch forward, burying his cock inside her to the hairs and roots. Charlene could feel his massive, hairy balls swing up to brush firmly, damply, against the sweet, spread furrow of her pert little ass cheeks. The bony ridge at the base of his dick was pressing firmly against the tip of her distended clitoral nubbin, adding that pleasure to the others already swirling madly through her delightful body.

"Oh – gawd – yes!" she barked, giving her hips a vicious, twisting jerk upwards, trying vainly to get still more of his dick into her pussy. She bore down on her inner muscles, clamping powerfully onto the rigid shaft sheathed in her slobbering slot. Derek groaned at the sensation; it was as though her pussy were sucking at his cock, trying to milk it. Fighting the urge to loosen his load right then and there, Derek began pulling back.

Inch by inch, the length of his meat was withdrawn from her reluctant hole. Only the glans remained inside, stretching her almost hairless labia tautly, when he stopped the movement. He began swiveling his hips, working them in little semicircles that ground the velvetycovered steel of his knob against the nerve-covered inner edges of her pussy petals from all kinds of new and hitherto unimagined directions. The pressure on her cunt lips drew them back and forth over the sides of her clitoris.

Charlene thought she was going to go berserk if he didn't hurry and feed his phallic food back into her hungry humping hole – and hard! She groaned, pleading bluntly for the fucking she craved. Her hips jerked and shook beneath him – and still he held himself back.

"Please – fuck me!" she whirred.

"How, little hot box?"

"Hard!" she mewled – and jacked her hips up towards him by way of illustration. "Fuck me hard!"

Derek smiled down at her with more cool than he felt – and then drove the full length of his pulsating penis down and into her wide-open pussy with all the force and power he could muster.

"AHHHH!" she screamed, feeling the once-more tightened walls of her box cleaved open by his pile-driving prick-slamming. The force of the thrust actually drove her back on the bed a few inches and half winded her.

But before she could catch her breath, Derek was slowly corkscrewing his cock back out of her gash, letting her feel every marvelous inch of it rubbing and grinding against her tight quim as it backed out of her cunt grip.

And then he was slamming down on her again. This time her knees were driven back against her breasts with literally painful force. Charlene squirmed, trapped between the fire of the pleasures from his dick diving in her watery twat and the flood of sharp bruise pain in her tits. She spread her legs still wider despite her awkward position and then they were stretched out flat to either side of Derek's pumping hips. Her heels were barely on the edge of the waterbed frame, a shift in position provided courtesy of his pussy-pounding plunging into her body.

But now she was able to work with him, to respond to each and every nuance of his fucking machine motion up and down over her. Charlene felt like her cunt was being scorched with the friction of Derek's twatstretching prick moving back and forth so rapidly within the constricted confines of the narrow channel.

Faster, harder, she humped her slender hips up at Derek in time to meet every plummeting pussy-pumping downstroke of his loins. That ring at the base of his prick was grinding against her clitoral tip with every sword-burying slam of his hips and she was responding by jolting her own pelvis right back up at him.

She felt the orgasm rising within her, could sense the explosion approaching for the mature, experienced man reaming her cunt. His cock was swelling still more inside her, becoming yet more rigid, testing the holding power of her already well-strained cuntal walls.

"Yes – come in me, dammit – come in me!"

That was what Derek loved to hear – a woman begging for it. He'd already been beautifully amazed at the enthusiasm of her tight, fresh, almost hairless and all-but-virginal little cunt. She'd more than made up for her lack of experience with that enthusiasm – and Derek was already formulating plans to provide her with all of the experience she needed to develop her natural talents and well-evidenced proclivities into a full-fledged Class-A fuckability.

He felt the come rising in his balls, and then – "Oh, yes – yes – YES – YESSSSSS!" Charlene screamed as she came, unleashing the long-building passions that had been gathering all day -no, all week – inside her cunt. She came, came hard and strong and like she'd never hoped to, came with all the power in her taut, wellshaped young body – and came still more.

Her cunt fluttered and contracted rapidly over the length of the hard dick buried inside her, her hips shuddering and her sweet ass cheeks clenching and unclenching with vibrating-machine rapidity. The muscles of her long, shapely legs drew tight, the muscles and tendons at the juncture standing out cable-taut as her delicious labia strained to crush the thick meat pole stretching them.

And then she heard Derek growl like an animal – and felt him coming in her.

"Unh!-unh!-unh!" she grunted, feeling the force of each burst of ejaculate-load slamming home deep inside her. Again and again, jets of the thick, creamy jism blasted into her deepest cunt, spattering on and against the firewall barrier of her cervix. The copious flow scalded all of her sensitive inner places – and her orgasm abruptly peaked with volcanic violence.

Charlene arched up from the waterbed, bridging on her widespread legs and tensed shoulders. Her cunt clamped down on Derek's spasming dick as if she meant to tear it out by the roots and keep it inside her forever. Again and again, every explosive ripple of hot fuck juice traveling through the long tube running the length of the underside of his shaft was communicated to her sheathing vaginal walls with almost preternatural clarity.

Finally, she began to sink back onto the bed. She was spent, drained of all strength and will by the power and intensity of her coming. Still locked inside her quiet, Derek's prick gave a last few wrenching, if desultory, shivers. The dregs of his abundant juice dribbled from the end of his dong to add their quantity to that already deposited far inside her suckable sweet cunt.

Charlene's long, limber body undulated with last ripples of passion-echoing water beneath the mattress liner. Her legs still quivered, her arms still shook as she let her eyes close for a few moment's rest, vaguely aware that Derek seemed the ideal lover even at that moment, pushing himself off her all but inert loveliness to roll to one side, sparing her his weight on her chest.