Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

He was panting hard now, gasping as he fed his strong slim prick into her excited pussy, and she reached around to take the hard cheeks of his sleek ass in her hands, helping him to ram it into her body.

"M-Mrs. Abbott-oh, uhh! I'm going to do it, Mrs. Abbott! I'm going to shoot off inside your pussy, let go right in your fabulous pussy! Here it comes-oohhh! I'm coming, Mrs. Abbott-I'm coming in you!"

She clutched the cheeks of his boyish ass and felt them contract; she also felt the upward leap of his balls as the semen hurtled from them.

Grabbing desperately for his lips with her hungry mouth, Regina thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as his cock gave a final stabbing movement.

Then the beautiful rush of fluids geysered deep into her receptive vagina, packed itself thick and creamily against the pulsing of her womb. His first load, she thought; the boy's first ejaculation into a cunt, and she was on the receiving end of the exquisite showering.

Foamy and torrid, the liquid roared through her pussy, bathing the flexing walls of her vagina with hot juices. It was lovely for her, enchanted as the sensation was for him, and Regina was ecstatic that she had shared this scintillating moment with the boy.

He tore his mouth sobbing from hers, and his hands bit into her taut breasts. "Oh, Mrs. Abbott-I love you, love you!"

"And I love you, Carey," she said, drifting her fingertips into the crack of his ass, feeling the little tight ring there, making him flinch forward an impossible inch to reach into the greasy confines of her filled pussy. "Just hold on, darling, and we'll fuck some more."

His prick remained stiff inside her snatch, but the rest of his body went limp, temporarily drained of strength by the tremendous release of him come. His lips were against her throat now, and he whispered, "I'm not sorry I made you screw me, beautiful Mrs. Abbott. You'd never have done it any other way, and I'm glad I saw you and my father going down on each other."

She stroked the cheeks of his ass, rolled her hips slightly so that his thoroughly slippery prick would work around inside the clenching of her cunt muscles. The thicker base of his stiff cock passed over her aching, swollen clit. Regina said, "I'm glad, too, darling. It's wonderful, having your little-boy prick in my cunt. I never fucked anyone but my own husband until your daddy and I screwed. And now I've been fucked by you."

He kept his face hidden in her neck, but his hands were straying over her willing body, feeling, caressing, touching her hips and the inner softness of her belly at the connections of her thighs. "Can I screw as good as them? As good as my father and your husband?"

"Of course," she comforted him. "You're young and strong and very eager. The size of a man's cock doesn't have much to do with how much enjoyment a women gets, darling. Just so long as you use it well-and you do. Feel around inside my cunt with that sweet cock, Carey; isn't it hot and juicy? It's all slidy and greasy with your come, darling."

"It feels terrific," he said, touching the tip of his tongue to her throat, moving his seeking hands between their bellies to finger tenderly among her curling pubic hairs. "Is it okay to just keep screwing, to do it again, without even taking out my prick?"

She hiked her ass, moved her crotch so that his fingers were dipping into the upper edge of her labia, feeling into the hood where her inflamed clit stood throbbing. "Feel deeper, baby," she breathed huskily. "And move your cock in me. There-oh, there! Yes, that's right, my lovely boy with the hard prick-that's so right! Feel into my cunt and fuck me at the same time-oohh! OH!"

His ass backed off, moved forward, and as he fingered into her wet, steaming cavity, Carey Baker was fucking again, sliding his well-oiled young prick steadily into her overheated pussy. Regina lifted her legs and crossed them over back clamped this marvelous smooth body between her legs and fucked him back, grinding her crotch in sharp circles, bumping him with her furred pelvic bone. His prick was thrilling within her saturated cunt, stimulating her clitoris and making her gasp with raw delight at every thrust.

Sweet and hot, strong and hungry, Carey screwed her bouncing onto the mattress, rattling the bed against the wall as he shoved it home in a quickening rhythm that was bringing her swiftly to her delayed climax,.

Regina held off coming as long as she could, reveling in the act of fucking itself and wanting it never to end.

But the provocative stroking of his cock was too much for her, and the splendid feeling poured over her clitoris, radiating from that seat of passion to burn every tiny bit of her pussy. She wiggled and humped, rotating her cunt on the goodness of his hammering prick, trying to make her muscles bite down on the shaft, clamping hard upon the spongy head of it.

She forgot herself and bit the boy, nipped him with her teeth and he flinched, but didn't break the pace of his fucking. Digging her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass, Regina urged him deeper and harder into her juicy cunt, squeezing him with her legs and arms.

Head rolling, eyes gone blind with rapture, she moaned it at him: "Oh Carey, lover! Oh you sweet young boy! Fuck me, fuck me! Ram that wonderful prick up my pussy and fuck me until I can't breathe, until I pass out."

He grunted his answer, responded by ramrodding his cock like a runaway piston, feeding it into her twisting pussy until the mad waves of ecstasy dimmed for her, but only faintly. For then his screwing her wet, sizzling cunt brought him back to the climax he'd had in there before.

With his own semen turning buttery around his plunging shaft, with his own come and her lubricants turning to beaten froth in the intensity of his efforts, Carey Baker came again. This second eruption was only a little smaller than the first, Regina thought, and luxuriated in the spurting of the slippery jelly as it overflowed her palpitating cunt.

She cooked a terrific dinner, working very hard at the preparation in order to keep her mind away from what she had been doing the rest of the day-sharing oral sex with Chuck Baker, and being fucked by his young son.

It was difficult maintaining normal discussions with her own husband, but Regina managed by keeping everything on the level of food and kids and what they were going to do for the rest of the summer.

From time to time, as she bustled about the kitchen, Regina cast sidelong glances at her husband, feeling a stranger to him for the first time in many years. He was still a good-looking man, tall and fair, with deep brown eyes and chocolate brown hair. Bill was only 38, and she wondered why he had cooled toward her sexually.

Was it the burden of habit, a too well-known set of responses that had turned into boredom? Probably, she thought; it wasn't that she didn't love Bill any more; it was that with Chuck, there was the flaming excitement of newness, of romance.

Bill might even feel the same way, with some other woman. With Stella, then; Regina set the table and thought about using Stella to divert her husband. It would ease the pressure all the way around, make Stella not so watchful over Chuck and probably prevent her from discovering the other liaison between her son and Regina.

Bill said, "You're looking great, baby."

She almost jumped, but fought her tensed body into stillness. "Thank you, Bill."

He came close to her. "It's not a new hairdo, and even though that dress looks great on you, it's not new, either. I can't figure just what it is about you, but I'd swear you look years younger-and sexier, too."

She manufactured a quick smile for him, brushed by to arrange the table setting. "Oh? It's nice of you to notice."

This was something she hadn't even taken into consideration, the fact that her husband might suddenly turn sensuous and want her again. How could she screw Bill, without thinking of those torrid sessions with his best friend-and with that horny sixteen-year-old boy?