M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

"Yes," Charlene answered quickly. "He got down on his knees between my legs. He made me put my hand on it. I didn't want to, I told him I was afraid – and he called me dirty names and said if I didn't, he'd – he'd – he'd put it somewhere else… up my backside."

Sal could only blink – and then flinch again as she gave his hardened click a quick twist with her increasingly expert hand.

"I knew if he did that it'd just about kill me… so I did as he told me. I put the head of his penis up against my little cunny. He told me to rub it up and down and I did. That felt good, especially when the soft skin on his glans hit my clitoris. I was still excited, and the juices from inside my little pussy made me even hotter when I heard them slurping on his dong."

She paused as Sal put one hand on her shoulder and pushed her blouse back. It fell from her upper body. She was naked from the waist up.

"Then he told me to use my fingers to spread the labia. I did. I could feel the cool, moist air from the pool on the inside of my pussy. Somehow, that made me feel wilder, abandoned, ready to try anything.

"And then he told me to put the head of his penis into my vagina.

"I did."

"Did it hurt?" Sal whispered. His hands were on her shoulders, slipping lower to cover her magnificent breasts. He caught her turgid nipples between thumbs and forefingers, twisting and rolling the sensitive points of pink flesh. It felt so much better to Charlene when someone else did that for and to her.

"Just a little," she breathed. "At first. It was so big and I was so little and tight. It felt like my labia were going to split wide open. But he told me to – to touch my clitoris and play with myself."

"And -"

"And," she continued, "it started to feel good – very good. The more I did that, the longer he held still, the better it felt and the more I wanted him to do more."

"And did he?"

"Yes." The word was hardly more than a modulated breath. "Yes, he did. He started pushing his big thing into my little pussy. At first it just kept feeling good – but then he kept pushing and the head of his penis came up against my hymen. I thought it was going to kill me. It hurt like I never thought anything could hurt.

"'You're tight, little babe,' he said to me.

"I knew that without him saying so – and I knew my hymen was strong, too. As much as he pushed against it, my membrane just wouldn't give. He starred pulling his penis back and jabbing it into me, again and again. In time it felt good, better, turned me on more – until he hit my hymen again.

"I could tell he was getting frustrated. And then, all of a sudden, he put his hands back under my little ass. My butt was so small he could just about cover each cheek with each hand. He squeezed, squeezed so hard it started to hurt. He pulled back till just the head of his penis was still inside me. I thought that maybe he was going to give up and pull out.

"But he didn't."

As her hand moved over Sal's prick, his hips were shuddering and jerking. She was afraid of going too hard on him: he might come too soon and she'd be foiled.

But the idea of having him come in her hand and all over her naked tits wasn't exactly boring to her, either.

On the other hand, though, what she wanted – and what her cunt never tired of signaling to her – was to have his furiously throbbing prick crammed inside her and unloading its copious load there.

"All of a sudden, he slammed back down on top of me. At the same time, he pulled my little hips up to him. His penis slammed into me, the head hit my hymen. The membrane strained, pulled – and then tore, ruptured, ripped away. It was like a pop inside me – and just like that, I wasn't aware of anything but the terrible, terrible pain and the head of his penis sliding all the way up inside my box.

"The pain was like fire inside me. I begged him to stop. I told him to give me a chance. Already, it was feeling just a little bit good up inside me – I knew that if he'd just hold still for a minute or so I could enjoy it. But he wouldn't. He just kept plowing in and out of me, faster and faster. He was grunting and groaning about how tight I was, how hot I was inside. I guess I clamped down on him because of the way it hurt."

Sal's eyes were entirely closed. His hands were just holding her lovely tits, squeezing the pale mounds of flesh rhythmically.

"After a few minutes, he tensed. His strokes got short and strong – and then I could feel his penis swell up still more inside me.

"And then I felt a load of hot wet stuff shooting inside me. I knew he was coming.

"After that, he just pulled out of me. His semen and some blood dribbled out of my hairless little slit for a moment.

"And then he just got a couple of towels for the blood, helped me get back into my bottoms and took me to the elevator. He let me off at my floor. He quit a week later. When I told Mom what happened, she said not to tell anyone else… but that it wasn't anything to be ashamed of."

She looked up into Sal's lust slackened face. "So that's why I'm a virgin – but I'm not. Really."

Sal didn't say anything right then. His breath just kept rasping in and out of his flared nostrils, whistling between his loosely opened lips.

"Well, what do you think, Sal?" she asked, encircling the shaft of his cock in the depressed ring just behind the flange of the glans with her thumb and forefinger – and tightening her grip.

"Cripes, Charlene," he breathed then – and began pushing her back onto the couch.

She didn't resist.

Charlene kept her grip on his prick as she fell back supine on the sofa. She felt his body shifting as he stepped out of his puddled jeans and briefs, kicking off his shoes. And then his hands were at her slender hips, tugging away her wispy panties. His movements were urgent, his fingers trembling with haste. He actually tore the panties as they passed over her ankles, but she didn't care because the delicious entrance to her tight, unfucked cunt was naked and exposed to the cool air and his lusty gaze.

She felt his hand come down between her spreading legs to cup the lightly haired chub. His palm rubbed back and forth, testing the elasticity of the labia. She could more than feel the touch: she could hear it as the tightly compressed pussy lips sucked apart under his massage.

Charlene moaned and arched her nubile hips upward with eager response to his hand's movements. He slipped one finger inside the opening, prying apart the taut lips. She gasped with pleasure at the invasion of a finger other than her own. The powerful muscles at the entrance of her cunt bore down with reflexive urgency on the invading digit. Her pussy actually seemed to suck his finger in deeper as Sal began stroking it in and out in imitation of the solid fucking she craved so much.

At the same time, he was lowering himself to his knees between her quivering thigh. Charlene reached down with shaking fingers and found the head of his prick. She grasped it as she'd claimed to have grasped the head of another cock and led it directly to the point where it was most needed – the separation of her tight little labia.

Sal hissed softly as she rubbed the velvety, nerve-covered glans up and down in the tiny slit between her labia, sliming it with her effusive pussy juices. Again and again, it hit the head of her protruding little clitoral nubbin and she responded with heaves of her hips as the pleasures coursed through her.

But then she knew that the time had finally come. She could draw out the moment no longer.

Charlene put her other hand between her legs. Her fingers found and spread her pussy lips. She fitted the head of his cock between them and released the labia. They clamped tightly about the chunk of soft, swollen male flesh. It fit into her entrance like a cork in the neck of a tight flask.