John Friday - Mom sucks big ones

Beads like pearls dripped down her chin and onto her big tits. And Max began pumping his cock again, anxious to have her wring out every last drop.

His cock worked like a plunger, forcing jism down her throat as he powered into her, making it gush from her overfilled mouth at the same time.

Angela felt the creamy cum all over her tits, and still he kept cumming without letup.

"I've been too long without a waitress," Max said with a grunt. "A whole week's worth of jizz is what you're getting."

She wondered how much more there could be, and if she could remain conscious without breathing long enough to take it all. A dizzy feeling of lewd delight swept over her. Danny's overworked balls would have had to unload three times to match what Max had fucked down her throat already.

Angela had more cum dripping on her luscious tits than an average man carried in a single load. She felt the slick hot beads of cum on her nipples, and more dropped into her tangle of cunt hair. Her mind swirled, dazed by the wet heat of his cum. It seeped in through every pore.

She gurgled and moaned, her arms too weak to fondle his balls anymore. She let her hands drop into her lap, her body swaying. But for being rooted on his gushing prick, she'd have fallen on her side. As it was, Angela remained upright, but as helpless as a speared fish. She felt consciousness slipping away.

Finally Max gave a roar of satisfaction and pulled his cock back.

She gasped anxiously, sucking in more creamy cum than needed air. Angela coughed and sputtered, spewing out more jism that ran down to glaze her tits and pussy mound.

No climax erupted to reward her, only a thankful feeling of relief. Her cum-smeared tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and he watched her, licking his lips with a tongue that looked like two pounds of beef liver.

"Lie down on the bed," he told her. "I'm not through with you yet."

"No more. Not right now," she begged. "Let me rest a moment."

His thick cum had a rank taste, bitter and pungent. And when she spoke, more of it dribbled from her lips. Angela felt like she was swimming in it.

Max lifted her, mindless of the woman's muttered pleas. He pushed her toward the bed, a metal-frame bunk with a lumpy mattress and a dirty sheet.

Angela sagged down with a weary sigh, her head still reeling as she fought to regain her breath.

Max pushed her down on her back and straddled her flaring hips, rubbing his hands all over her cum-slick tits.

"Jism is just like beauty cream," he said. "It keeps your skin young and smooth."

She groaned. The film of spilled jism made his rough hands glide on her pillowy tits. Her nipples swelled hard and began to throb.

Max chuckled and eased backward, working his hands down to rub in the jism that had smeared her belly. Then he massaged some into her pussy mound. It left her cunt hair sheening like precious mink.

His cock swelled back to full hardness while fondling her lush body.

Not having shared his climax left Angela anxious, and his roving hands spread the heat of desire.

He grinned and grabbed his cock, working it up and down in the slit of her wet cunt. Her pussy lips were wet with spilled jism and simmering honey that came from within.

A cockhead nearly the size of her fist pressed and twisted against her juicy clit. Max wagged his huge prick up and down, then side to side.

She gasped limply, gazing again in shock at the size of his cock. Angela winced, more frightened than a timid virgin. "They called me Horse Cock when I was in the Marines," he said proudly, circling his bloated cockhead around on her clit.

"I-I can see why," Angela cringed, trying to measure the length of his prick against her heaving belly, estimating how far it would reach in. To the pit of her stomach it looked like.

She gulped and moaned.

Now was slating his cock down, pushing it into her clit slowly. The spreading strain made her pussy writhe in fearful torment.

"It's too much!" she cried. "Ooooh, it's going to rip my cunt!"

"It will if you tense up," he said, slowly pushing in more of his awesome cock length.

"Aaagggh!" Angela gritted her teeth. Her face a twisted mask of fear and torment.

"I once fucked a young whore right into the hospital," he bragged proudly. "Took six stitches to repair the damage!"

"Oooh, that's awful!"

Max laughed at her distress.

"Women," he sneered scornfully. "They're all dreaming about big cocks, and then they shit their pants when they get one."

"That's what I feel like doing," she moaned.

"That big fucker is pushing so hard on my guts."

"And you don't have all of it in you yet."

She moaned, tears watering in her dark eyes. Her fists clenched and beat on the bed. Her heels kicked and her cunt ached. "Enough! Enough!"

Angela winced and clamped her eyes shut.

Her lush body shuddered from head to toe. His enormous cock sank deeper and touched nerves that no normal prick could reach. Angela's eyes widened and her mouth gaped.

It was like being a virgin all over again.

Max leered down with spittle dripping from the lower corner of a warped grin. He rocked his hips and drilled deeper.

She gasped sounds of strickened dismay. The normal rippling motions of pleasure in her pussy weren't there. It was strained too tight and too full to move.

He pushed his cock into the hilt and ground his hairy loins against her softly padded pussy mound. Her breath gushed as his crushing weight came down on her. Angela found herself unable to breathe again. She lacked the strength to expand her lungs when he pressed down on top of her.

In her belly she felt a terrible probing. His cock seemed to push organs out of place. Slowly he drew back, arching above her like a huge bridge with a pillar of hot prick for it's center support.

She sighed, relieved for a moment.

Then he pushed back, sinking faster this time.

"Aaaagh!"

Max chuckled maliciously. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

Angela couldn't answer. She had no breath. His cock drove deep and hard, then whipped back and rammed her again. Her asshole clenched tight.

His giant prick jarred her bowels when he drove in. He fucked her viciously hard and fast, drumming his hairy loins on her anguished pussy mound. He jarred her deep inside.

Angela winced, her body straining. She'd never taken such a savage mauling, and never had she felt such cringing thrills.

It was awful what he did to her, and it was also thrilling. Angela could hardly believe it. Tortured nerves signaled pain, but her dazzled mind felt only eerie delight. She timed her anxious gasps for breath when he drew back. Then she braced for his crushing weight.

Each thrust caused a massive upheaval inside her.

Max smiled. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"

This time she took that as more than a mere figure of speech. The way his plunging prick jarred her bowels, the harder she found it to maintain control.

The dark puckered ring of her shithole clenched and shivered from the terrible strain. Max fucked relentlessly, pumping his cock so hard and fast that she couldn't even catch a breath between thrusts.

He slammed down on her and twisted, causing such pain that her tears ran down her cheeks in a steady stream. Her pussy clenched, and somewhere found the strength to move. She milked his cock with teasing undulations and tried not to think of the restless churning deeper inside.

Max began to breathe in short gasps, cock whipping her with all his might. The heated fury in his balls swelled again. They slapped against her luscious ass cheeks and made her squirm.

Both her torment and her terrible pleasure increased. Her body couldn't help responding. Over stimulated nerves flashed signals of he confusion.