Duchess Morehead - The lady was no lady

"Oooooh, so good, so good!" she cried. "Fuck me, Thomas! Oh, darling, fuck my cunt! Beat my cunt… ram my cunt… fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"

Thomas slurped at her tit, his fingers clutching her thighs tightly as he fucked his cock up and down. He was moaning with desperation, his balls aching, his cock ready to burst from the hardness. Jennifer thrashed with wanton delight, fucking the young man shamelessly, her ass twisting and grinding, her pussy gripping hard with flexing waves of heat.

"Thomas!" Jennifer screamed. "Thomas, Thomas! I'm… my pussy… baby, I'm going to cum again! Ohhh, I can't hold back! I'm going to cum, and cum so hard!"

Jennifer shrieked with orgasm, straining her cunt down onto his cock as hard as she could. Thomas pulled on his lover's tit hard, feeling his balls churning, his cock tingling. He fucked at her straining cunt, and began to make choking sounds.

"Yes, baby, yes!" Jennifer screamed, feeling his cock ready to explode. "Let it go, Thomas, darling! Do it! Cum, baby! Ohhh, give it to me! I want it, Thomas! Give it to me! Cum… damn you, cum in meeeeee!"

Thomas couldn't stop, couldn't hold back.

The fiery squirt of his cum juice splashed into the older woman's cunt, and Jennifer shouted with ecstasy.

"Ohhh, give it to me! That's it, darling, squirt it to me… spurt your cum juice into my hungry cunt! Cum, Thomas, cum, cum, cummmm!"

Thomas made strangling sounds as he shot his juices. His cock sent spurt after spurt of creamy cum juice into Jennifer's greedy cunt. She cried out and smashed hard onto him, her pussy flexing, sucking at his prick. Thomas lost hold of her tit when he started cumming, but Jennifer didn't even know it.

Although she had been cumming before he started, the boiling sensation, created by his cumming in her pussy so powerfully, sent her into a trembling orgasm.

She was pushing her cunt so hard onto his cock, Thomas' ass was back on the sleeping bag. When his balls were empty, she felt him relax under her, and she stared at his face.

"Was it okay, Thomas?" she asked anxiously.

"It was terrific, Jennifer," he said, still breathing hard.

"You're not feeling guilty about fucking me when you're wife is not home, are you?"

"Not me." He grinned up at her, moving his hands up her sides and cupping her tits. He wiggled his ass. "I want to do it again."

Jennifer felt better now. "Do what again?" she asked, arching an eyebrow down at him.

"You know, Jennifer. You know."

"Tell me anyway," she insisted, smiling and grinding her crotch at him. "I like to hear it."

"I want to fuck again," he said.

"Oh, you want to fuck again, huh?" she teased. "And who is it you want to fuck, baby?"

"You! I want to fuck Lady Jennifer Langston in her hot cunt!"

"You're certainly eager, I'll say that," Jennifer laughed, lifting her cunt from his cock. "I'll tell you what. I'll fix us a nice dinner, and we can talk about this. If you want to fuck me again, I'll let you fuck my pussy all night long."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Jennifer said, smearing his young face with hot kisses.

Darkness was closing in.

Jennifer and her neighbor sat in folding lawn chairs watching the camp fire. Thomas had devoured the meal, eating everything. Jennifer was pleased with herself, pleased because Thomas wasn't feeling guilty for fucking her. Unlike her wimp of a late-husband, Thomas delighted in the erotic adventures Jennifer offered. When she told Thomas of her urges to expose herself, she found him becoming aroused again. And because of his excitement, she told him of the many, times she had flashed herself, where it had been, and to whom.

She was wearing shorts and a halter after their last fuck-session, and her lover was back in a fresh pair of cut-offs. They sat close together, holding hands like lovers as the darkness came on them.

When she told him of the episode in the cocktail lounge that had driven poor Lord Langston to the fatal meeting with that mighty oak, Thomas wanted to know all the details. Jennifer explained to him that she didn't always get involved with those she exposed herself to, but it had happened that evening because she had been so hot.

"Do you think you would have fucked the guy, Jennifer?" he asked. "And would you have let that woman put her mouth on you?"

"Probably," Jennifer answered. "I was very hot, you know."

Thomas felt her rubbing the back of his hand across her naked thigh and along the soft inner muscle trail.

"Does that bother you because I have this crazy urge to show myself, darling?" she asked.

"Oh, no, Jennifer," he said. "I think it's a real turn-on."

"Really?" she asked, pleased with his reply.

"Oh, yes." He grinned at her, her features shining in the rising moonlight. "I like to see things like that, Jennifer. That's the way I met my wife, and well, I don't know if it was by accident or not, but I used to see under her dress a lot of times when we were in school."

"What did you see, Thomas? Tell me about it," Jennifer asked, trembling with excitement.

"Not much," he answered. "Just her panties, usually."

"Did it make you hard?"

"Sometimes." Thomas became a little embarrassed. "Something happened once."

"What was it?" Jennifer asked, pulling the back of his hand toward her crotch. She opened her thighs and turned her lover's hand over, and curled his fingers into her crotch.

"It was sort of embarrassing, Jennifer," he said. This time she didn't have to move his hand. Thomas fondled her pussy through the tight shorts without her helping. "You feel hot, again."

"Mmmmmmmmm, I am," she purred and leaned to him, kissing his mouth gently. "I'm always hot, Thomas. I stay hot and wet all the time. Maybe that's why I have this urge to expose myself. I don't know. All I know is my cunt is so hot, I think it's going to melt sometimes."

Thomas giggled, a little-boy naughty giggle.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Us," he said. "Talking this way, Jennifer. Using those words like fuck and cunt and cock and… it is okay, isn't it? When I was growing up at home, my nanny would have told my parents and gotten me a terrible whipping if I'd ever said those words. But… I think they're a real turn-on, too."

"Thomas, you know it is okay to say them," Jennifer replied, placing her hands on top of his and pressing his palm at her pussy. "Don't you like being this way with me?"

"Yeah," Thomas answered. "I think it's great."

"Tell me about this embarrassing situation at school," she prompted. "I want to hear about it."

"What happened was I came in my pants." Thomas giggled as he remembered. "In your pants?"

"Yes, in my pants. I was staring at my wife's pussy – of course, she wasn't my wife then, but a pretty schoolgirl – and she was sort of sitting with one leg over the side of her chair, and we were taking this test, but I was seeing her panties."

"Just her panties?"

"That's all, but they were real tight. I could see the shape of her pussy, Jennifer, the way her panties were pulled into it."

"And that made you cum in your pants?"

"It sure did," Thomas replied, rubbing his fingers up and down the crotch of his lover-lady's shorts, feeling the wetness seeping through the thin cloth. "I didn't know anything about cumming, either, and it really surprised me."

"That was the first time you reached a climax or had an orgasm… the first time you came?"

"Yes, and it scared me, too. But, Jennifer, it felt so good!"

"I bet it did," Jennifer gurgled, pushing one of her young lover's fingers underneath her shorts. Jennifer slipped her hand to his cut-offs, pulling his cock from the ragged legs. She closed her fingers around his prick and stroked, feeling the hardness burn within her fist. "Do you like to cum, Thomas?"