M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

Derek pulled his face out of her pussy just far enough so he could lavish long, languorous licking strokes up and down in the fiery grotto between her legs – strokes that started far forward, at her clitoris and moved all the way down the length of her tight little quim…

… and beyond!

"Ohh – wh-what are you doing! OH!"

Charlene wailed in a combination of surprise and pleasure as Derek's sinuous tongue moved back to the short stretch of taut, sensitive pink flesh connecting her flaming pussy with the deliciously smooth, shallow furrow of her pert young ass cheeks and kept right on going. Back, back – until she could feel his deft oral extension exploring the area around and about the puckered little opening of her pink anal port. She'd never suspected that the region back there could communicate such outrageous sensations to her and Charlene eagerly let her legs fall open all the more and hiked her ass up and back toward Derek's lips.

Derek wasted no time in proceeding with what he planned – and what Charlene had made it so abundantly obvious she was willing to try.

"OOO-ooo-OOO – ooo -" Her moan of pleasure was an undulating note that synchronized with the reflexive twitching of her ass and hips as Derek fastened his lips to the tight, pink pinhole of her anus and began tonguing it. At first he merely rimmed the sensitive little opening, but slowly, gradually – unrelentingly – he was prodding it open, wedging the tip of his tongue ever farther into the constricted hole.

Charlene suddenly stiffened as she felt the hot, slick mouth muscle slip up into her ass, the tip pushing past the constricted sphincter muscles and into the burning cavity beyond. He wriggled his tongue -and she wriggled her ass in reply. And all the time, he had both hands around her wide-flung thighs and beneath her pussy, fingers moving rapidly and knowingly in that steaming grotto of moist flesh.

Finally, he pulled away from her. Charlene felt him getting to his feet, his stiffened dong rubbing against the insides of her upper thighs as he rose. The touch of that hot flesh, so hard and thick and throbbing with hot blood, only made her pussy drool all the more for it.

His hands went to her slender hips. Willingly, Charlene followed his urging, getting to her own feet – but with her body bent over at the waist, her straightened arms stretched out before her and her hands flat against the sofa cushions.

She sucked in a long breath as he fit the head of his dick between the lips of her cunt, swiveling his hips in the now familiar manner to grind the velvety-skinned knob against the inner surfaces of her swollen labia. Little explosions of pleasure went off all along the length of her cunt channel – but most especially zeroed in on the hyperresponsive tip of her protruding clitoris.

But then Charlene felt his hands tighten on her hips. She could sense the tension in him – and that was her only warning.

With a loud grunt, Derek heaved his hips forward – and the entire length of his thick, hard cock was completely buried in the constricting channel of her cunt.

She screamed with the shock and pleasure of it, then subsided to low, gasping moans. Her hips were momentarily still. But only momentarily – because Charlene's hips then went wild, bucking and jerking, vibrating up and down, back and forth, even from side to side in an all but maddened lust to feel the big prick rub against every last square millimeter of her sensitive inner channel.

Derek tried to control the spasms of the nubile young girl's hips with the strength of his hands, but was barely able to dampen the movements. Finally, he was forced to resign himself to her unrestrained humping and began moving his own loins back and forth.

Charlene felt the length of Derek's rampant erection stroking in and out and out of her body, driving the head far up toward her belly as he lurched forward, drawing it back till just that chunky knob still remained within the grip of her twat.

But then Derek stopped at the end of an out stroke. He stayed like that, motionless, looking down at the bare, perspiration-sheened back of the gorgeous seventeen-year-old before him… and most especially between the lithe cheeks of her pertly molded butt – at her anus. Distantly, he could hear Charlene's increasingly agitated protests at the interruption of his pussy-stroking heaves.

But then he decided.

Charlene hissed in anguish as she felt the head of his dong dragged irretrievably from her snatch – and then gasped in mixed surprise and fear as she felt that same thick glans nuzzling up to her fearsomely constricted anus.

"No!" she breathed, as fear won out.

But Derek had been thinking about this for soiree time, thinking about what it would be like to feel her rectal canal sheathing his furiously erected prick – and no momentary monosyllabic protest was going to put him off… not at the stage he'd reached in his lusts.

Her asshole, already well slicked by his earlier tonguing, was lubricated and slippery. Now the effusive secretions of Charlene's pussy on the head of Derek's dick were added to that moisture.

She felt him pushing forward, the head of his prick prodding into the narrow aperture. Grudgingly, her anal entry gave way – but it felt to Charlene as if she were on fire back there. She was quite certain that her butt was going to split wide open.

But Derek kept up the pressure, slowly wedging the thick glans ever farther into Charlene's tight asshole. His hands were gripping her hips powerfully, unmercifully, his knuckles whitening with the pressure of his hold.

Still farther penetrated the head of his prick. Charlene began hyperventilating as the pain increased. And then – - the head of his dick passed the halfway point and slipped almost easily the rest of the way into her ass.

"Oh shit," Derek breathed as he felt the nooselike grip of her frightened sphincters around the depressed ring in the shaft of his dick just behind the flange of his cock head. His glans was being compressed by the stricture of her rectal sheath and Derek knew that it wouldn't be very long before the night-long-building load in his balls would come exploding out of his joint under the pressure.

Trembling with lust, Derek spit into the palm of one hand and rubbed the saliva up and down the length of his yet unsheathed rod, coating it. Again taking his tight two-handed grip on her hips, he then swiveled his hips, trying to loosen and relax the panicky constriction of her anus.

Finally, Derek drew a deep breath, tensed his hips – and began driving his cock into Charlene's ass. He looked down to watch the thick shaft disappearing into the brutally stretched opening, inch after gleaming inch being reluctantly accepted into the virginal hole.

Charlene was certain she was going to die. Her ass was being split open, the inner channel abused in the most painful way she could imagine.

And yet, there was something exciting about it to her as well. It was a style of fucking in which her sole purpose was to receive, to submit, to allow herself to be used. It was a completely male style of fucking, in that the prick bearer had complete and total control over the situation.

She felt his cock driving up into her, aware of the undulations and bumps in it, aware of all the little ripples of veins as never before. She could feel every furious pulsation of his blood through it as if it were her own – and his arousal was communicated all the more directly to her.

Finally, he plumbed bottom. His flat abdomen pressed tightly against her sweet young ass cheeks, his balls hanging ever so lightly against the slightly protruding lips of her cunt and just barely touching the uncovered tip of her dormant clitoris. She could feel the knob of his dick far inside her, bulging between the walls of her ass, throbbing powerfully. For long moments, they both remained motionless like that while the inner muscles of Charlene's ass convulsed spastically along the length of his rigid meat.