James Armstrong - Young mothers work harder

Donna grabbed his head and pressed his face down tightly against her cunt. His head bobbed and rocked with her hip gyrations.

"Ooohhh!" she screamed.

The giant well of heat burst in a white flash and her cuntjuice gushed in successive waves. His mouth stayed on her cunt and he sucked up each flow of her cuntjuice.

His tongue stayed on her clit but it pressed lighter and worked slower as her body gradually drained of energy. Finally, her hip gyrations grew slower and her ass settled back to the bed.

Now her hips rocked only slightly to the light pressure of his tongue. He didn't force her to larger motions, just kept his tongue sliding gently over her clit.

Her energy slowly returned, and her hips started rocking mote with his manipulations.

Tony slipped his tongue out and took his mouth away from her cunt. His hands were gentle when they squeezed the tender flesh on the sides of her cunt and asked, "How was it for you, Donna?"

"Nice! I really liked that!"

"Ready for a straight fuck now?"

"Do it to me!"

"You really have a little cunt. Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop."

His hands were warm on the soft flesh of her hips as, with her thighs still spread straight out and brought her cunt up to his waiting cockhead. She looked down. Her spread legs held her outer cuntlips wide, but the opening was still impossibly small for his huge cockhead.

Her cuntlips spread wider as he drew her up against his cock and the prickhead pressed against her tender inner pussylips.

His grip on the soft flesh of her hips tightened and he drew her up harder. Her cunt stretched wider and her inner cuntlips pulled something inside her. A stabbing pain hit and she gasped.

He stopped drawing her to him instantly and held her hips still. There was concern in his face, "Donna, I don't want to hurt you. Let's call it off."

"No," she said, "we'll do it. Just wait till I tell you, then pull me up slowly."

After a moment the pain went away and she nodded. His hands tightened on the flesh of her hips and he drew her up a little at a time. The sides of her cunt spread wide as her cuntlips stretched into a circle to envelop his cockhead.

He drew her up so slowly the pain didn't return. As she looked down between her tits, the biggest part of his cockhead disappeared into her cunt, then her cuntlips relaxed a little as they stretched out over his cockshaft.

Now he rested his chest on her tits and slipped his hands down under her ass. With a smooth movement, he drew her up on his cockshaft, thrusting his prick far into her and making a wave of heat flow deep in her cunt.

Just as her cunt mound pushed up against his cockhair, the head of his long cock touched her womb, and a nice pulse of heat, shot back through her cunt. He let her ass down on the bed, and he came down with her.

Tony put his weight on his arms, relieving the stress on her tits, and looked down, then bent and kissed her.

"Feel okay?" he asked. "No pain?"

"It's great," she said. "Fuck me!"

He slowly pulled out until his cockhead pulled against her stretched cuntlips. Donna started to rise with him to keep him from stretching her cunt farther. He stopped withdrawing and slowly fucked back into her, sending a wave of nice tingling heat back into the depths of her cunt. She couldn't help smiling to herself as his cockhead pushed against her womb, sending that extra hut pulse down deep.

As he withdrew, she brought her ass up off the bed, following him, then held still while he drew out farther. When he thrust back into her, she rocked her hips up, rolling her cunt up to meet him.

Now she pressed the sides of her knees down. The undulating wave motion down from her neck, through her belly and into her cunt. She whipped her cunt up to meet each stroke of his driving cock.

When Tony fucked into her harder, Donna matched him in kind, slapping her belly up against his and shoving her cunt up the shaft of his driving cock. A whine came from her throat each time he fucked into her. Whenever their bellies whacked together, the whine broke off into a choking whimper.

Then the tingling pulses of warmth built into welling waves of heat, increasing with each cock stroke, never fading before the next thrust.

She grabbed his shoulders and clutched him tightly to her, crushed his chest down onto her burning tits. His cock fucked in faster and faster, and Donna undulated her cunt up over his hard-driving cock faster and harder.

Then the wave of heat in her cunt crested and broke, and she braced her back and held her ass high as her cuntjuice flowed over his driving prick. She held her cunt up and received his cock-blows as he fucked into her still harder.

Then Tony's arms tightened on her back an drew her up close as he slammed into her an quivered there, spurting his hot cum deep into her cunt.

They quivered together until his cum stopped spurting, then they slowly settled back to the be together.

Tony's cock was still huge inside her, but was turning soft. He rose on his knees and slowly drew it put as Donna watched.

Then he knelt between her legs and worked his fingers into her pussy and gently massaged the length of her inner cuntlips. She lay back and relaxed, her hips rocking slightly to his movements.

Donna found it hard to keep her eyes open as her hips slowly rocked up and down and Tony manipulated her cunt. After a time, her hips would no longer rock. He withdrew his hands and bent down to her cunt. His lips slipped past her outer cuntlips and his kiss was long and warm on her inner flesh.

His warm, gentle hands squeezed her soft hips. Then he lay down against her, turned his head and looked into her eyes.

"That job at the Palomino's still open if you want it, Donna."

She shook her head reluctantly.

"Thanks, Tony, but I don't think so. I fucked you because I like you. I'd feel like it was a business deal. This is a sleazy joint I'm working at here, but I kind of like it."

"Well, how about taking a part-time job, then? You could keep on working here."

"Part-time! Tony, when this joint closes, they all close!"

He smiled. "Not the Palomino. There's a separate room that becomes a private bottle club at half past two. Stays open until five. You could work there from three to five. Make damn good tips."

Donna hesitated. She'd heard of private betting clubs. Drinks were expensive at those places. People who could afford to drink there could afford good tips. What did she have to lose?

"Okay, Tony. I'll take it."

"Great, Donna." He looked at his watch. "It isn't quite five yet. Why don't you take a drive over there now? Look up a lady named Betty. She'll explain the ropes and get you a uniform. You can start work – tomorrow morning at three."

He leaned over and kissed her, then he got up and put on his clothes. Still naked, Donna unlocked the door for him and watched him walk down the long outside stairway.

Before she dressed, she went to her telephone book and looked up the number of Mrs. Baker. The forty-five-year-old widow who lived a block away had told Donna that she would be glad to baby-sit Danny at any time of the day or night.

"This'll be a snap for you, honey," Betty said. "You won't have to tend bar like you've been doing. All you've gotta do is take drink orders, serve drinks, collect their money – and look cute!"

"You make it sound easy," Donna said. "This private room… how private is it?"

Betty smiled. "Just private enough to keep the Liquor Control Board from shutting us down. Nobody goes in unless that hunk at the door knows him."

"Then this private bottle club…"

"You guessed it, honey. It's just a legal way Tony has to keep this joint open after two thirty." Betty finished repairing her make-up in the restroom. "Look, honey. My feet are killing me. Follow me home and I'll fix you a drink and tell you all about it."