Brian Laver - Mother_s young lover

Still holding the shaft in her hands, Susan bobbed her head up and down carefully. The cock moved over the hot pad of her tongue and the roof of her mouth. With every dip of her head, the prick went deeper into her throat.

Clark was amazed at how much of his prick was being swallowed. He didn't know how she did it, but it felt spectacular. A current of tingling pleasure ran through his prick and into his body. He began to wiggle and pump his hips slightly in the grip of ecstasy.

"Oh, Susan," he gasped. "You're wonderful! A genius! Oh-h-h!"

His words made the woman take him even deeper into her throat. He felt his prick head being squeezed by the narrow confines of her gullet. Then, with his prick buried so deeply that her lips were almost around the very base of his prick, she swallowed.

"Uh-h-h," he gasped as he felt her throat constrict on his cock knob.

She had actually tried to swallow him he realized. Then she took his prick out, took a deep breath, and swallowed him again. After a few of those throat-wrenchings, Clark was writhing with lust.

Susan could tell by the way his prick was behaving that he was going to come before long. She had to be careful not to let him shoot down her throat. That would make her gag and spoil everything. She would have to catch his cum in her mouth.

"Uh, oh, oh, oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Clark wailed.

This was it. Susan pulled his cock from her throat just in time to catch the first shot on her tongue. Pumping his prick with her hands, she let it fill her mouth. She had to swallow quickly to keep the stuff from overflowing.

She loved to feel the powerful quakes of passion that rocked Clark's body as he came. With every charge of gism, his body convulsed violently.

When his gism stopped spewing and he relaxed, Susan began mopping-up operations. Licking his prick until the flavor of his cream was gone, she enjoyed it to the last drop. When she took her mouth from the softening prick it was clean and shining with her saliva.

She crawled up beside him, gasping far breath. When they kissed, Clark detected a slight flavor of gism in her mouth. He could tell by the way she was breathing that sucking him off had been a real effort. This chick was a champ, he thought.

They changed places. Clark got between her legs and licked her pussy. He knew it would take him a while to be ready to come again, so he took his time. Susan loved the way his tongue played lightly over the tender ridges in her cunt, each lap taking her slightly higher into ecstasy.

Gradually, Susan began to moan and his prick grew. After fifteen minutes of leisurely lapping, he began sucking that cunt in earnest.

Looking over the horizon of her belly, Clark watched her tits roll heavily on her chest as she began squirming with pleasure. Her face had an expression of lust. Although his tongue began to ache with the effort, Clark sent it high up her cave and fluttered it madly.

When he felt the first spasms of her cunt on his tongue, he slipped it out of that tunnel and put it on the quivering kernel of her clit. Susan's body began vibrating with the electric pleasure of a smashing orgasm.

By now, Clark thought that he had recovered from his blow-job sufficiently to try for another climax. He climbed from the vee between Susan's legs, bringing his prick into action. As he eased his weight down on her sweaty body, he slipped his prick into her pussy.

"Oh!" Susan gasped as her cunt was filled.

That pit was still very tender from the sucking Clark had given it, so now when his cock stretched it the effect was profound. When he began pumping, though, Susan was ready for it.

"God! Clark! Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.

Clark's prick was still tender, too. And that tight pussy sleeve sliding over it made his breath come in desperate snorts. He could tell that Susan was going into one of her strung-out orgasms.

Clark envied her for the prolonged ecstasy her body was capable of. Just as his prick began to tingle, she was wailing with intense joy. Under him, he felt the powerful shaking of her body. He was almost swimming on her rolling tits.

"I'm coming again!" Susan screamed. "Oh, it's so good! Uhhhhh!"

Clark felt that he might be able to come again after all, but it would take a while. He wondered if Susan could stand it. So far, she was doing very well. Since her last orgasm, she was breathing fast and loudly, her chest heaving.

As Clark's prick pumped relentlessly, Susan began to wail again. It sounded like she was going to have her most wild orgasm yet. The sound of her insane wailing helped Clark climb the ladder to his own ecstasy.

"Clark!" Susan yelled. "Oh, sweetheart, darling, ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

His cock kept perfect time as it filled and emptied her cunt. With every stroke, he was taken a little closer to his next orgasm. Susan's cunt was spasming with less strength, though. He didn't know if she was going to be able to take it much longer.

Once again, she was gasping between the peaks of passion. But now Clark was feeling enough pleasure to make him moan.

"I can feel you inside me," Susan said. "And I'm going to come again."

"Yeah, me too," Clark moaned.

Their sustained effort had taken its toll. Both of them ached with the strain, but their pleasure tipped the balance. It was worth it.

"Uh, uh, uh," Clark grunted now as he plowed his prick deeply.

This orgasm was going to take the top of his head off. His whole body began to feel like an electric spark. His whole universe was centered in his burning cock.

As he came, he bucked his hips and arched his back with blinding lust. The gism flowing through him left incredible bliss in its wake. This orgasm was not only more intense than the first, but it lasted longer. The glow seemed to linger forever.

As she received his tortured discharge, Susan was hitting another pinnacle. The two of them were grinding and twisting in the most powerful pangs of pleasure they'd experienced in years.

When they were finished it took them a long time to gather enough strength to speak. They had to lie in bed for a few hours before their bodies would function. It was still early, though, and they knew they would try fucking again before the day was over.

Clark called Susan on Friday and asked her to go out to dinner with him. She thought Ben might show up again, though, so she invited him to her place. She liked cooking dinner for him anyway.

Susan cooked a more delicious dinner than they, could have had in any restaurant. But the thought that Ben might show up at any minute kept them from enjoying it to the fullest. Besides, Clark didn't think Susan would take the chance of having Ben walk in on them in bed, as had happened the week before.

Just as they finished dessert, the phone rang.

"Pat, are you in town?" Susan said into the phone. "Well, come right over."

Clark lost hope of getting fucked that evening. Well, he couldn't complain, he'd fucked Susan every other day that week.

"My sister, Pat, is in town," she told Clark when she hung up. "She's coming right over. Gee, I haven't seen her in over a year."

"Is that the one who's in the fashion business?" Clark asked. "I think you told me about her."

"Yeah, she's a buyer. She travels a lot."

"I guess I won't get a crack at your body tonight, pardon the pun," Clark said.

Susan laughed. "No, I guess you won't. Maybe tomorrow. But you'll get a chance to meet my sister."

They sat on the couch, holding hands and sipping brandy, until the doorbell rang. Susan ran to the door and opened it. Clark was surprised to see a woman who looked almost exactly like Susan step into the room. The doorman was with her, laden with her luggage.

Susan introduced her sister to Clark. They shook hands. Clark could see that Pat was a sharp chick. She was thinner than Susan, less well stacked. But she dressed like a duchess, and sparkled with jewels.