Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

"Easy," she moaned.

Charlie slowed his attack. Carefully, he worked his prick into the hot well of her cunt. He felt the rippled walls of her twat grip his tool. He was amazed at the heat of her clutching snatch. He pumped his prick deep into her hole, until his hips jammed against her, his pubic bone pressed hard against hers. The head of his cock butted blindly against the end of her cunt.

"Awww!" she moaned.

Charlie drew back and slid his cock into her cunt again. He began fucking her, loving the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her tight sheath. The sensation of pistoning in and out of her slick snatch was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was total stimulation of his cock. The rippled walls of her cunt stroked the knob, the shaft, the nerve-bud on the underside, the whole length of his prick.

He fucked her hard, feeling the tip of his rod jam against the end of her cunt, stretching her lengthwise as well as in diameter. His pubic arch smashed against hers. Their tangling crotch bushes, thin flesh, and her clitoris, did little to cushion the impact.

Ann's body heaved under him, her hips thrust upward to meet his drives. She writhed under him like a bug spitted on a pin. She was whining and whimpering as she took his powerful thrusts into her petite body. Her nails clawed his back.

He kept pumping and pumping in her cunt, and felt the anticipation grow in his guts. He felt the cum collecting itself for the final spurting thrust, and moved more quickly and more sharply. She was making odd, wordless noises every time his body impacted against hers. It was like he was jolting the short, sharp cries from her. She seemed to be trying to say something, but he couldn't make any sense out of her stuttered whining. Then she was clutching him, trying to move her crotch up and down with his so he didn't piston in her hole.

He kept fucking, made her do what he wanted, made his cock burn against her cunt walls. He humped harder, quicker, sharper as the feeling of anticipation in his guts grew. Then he was spurting, and he drove his cock into her cunt as if he were trying to run her through. His prick jerked and pumped in her hot hole. He felt his jizz erupting deep in her twat. Her cunt walls convulsed and clutched his spouting rod and she went rigid as she accepted his gushing load.

She remained stiff until his balls were wrung dry, then collapsed limply on the hard ground. Charlie loved the feel of her small body under his, but yielded and rolled off her when Ann shoved at him. He flopped onto his back, feeling a strand of cum drying on one thigh, feeling cold jizz coating his withered prick.

"You're – kind of – rough," Ann panted softly.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I'm new at it."

"I know. I was looking forward to teaching you. But you knew it all without being taught."

"You weren't a virgin."

Charlie decided he didn't mind. "Sorry I was so rough," he apologized.

"It was kind of nice, for a change," Ann answered.

"For a change?" She made it sound like she screwed once a day and twice on Sundays.

"Most guys are too gentle. Some girls like to be forced to do things."

Charlie found the idea unexpectedly appealing. "Really?"

"Uhhh. Not too much though," she cautioned. "They don't like to be hurt. But they like a guy to be strong with them." Rolling to her side, she began stroking his bare chest with the tips of her fingers.

Charlie stared at her.

"Girls like to be told what to do," Ann went on.

Charlie thought of something she had done earlier, and how great it had felt. He thought, too, of what it had looked like in the porno magazine. When he thought of asking her to do it, his belly knotted with tension. His pulse pounded through his body like primitive drumbeats. His cock began to stiffen.

"Suck my cock," he said softly.

"What?" Ann's response was so soft he barely heard it.

"I said, suck my cock," he repeated firmly.

Ann was lying with her head on his chest. She looked down at his hardening dick. It lay up against his belly. He felt her gulp.

"Go ahead. Suck it. Suck it until I come in your mouth." He put his hand on her head and pushed her in the direction of his crotch. Her head slid down his bare stomach. Her hair tickled erotically. She didn't lift her head from his hard belly. She accepted his rod and mouthed it gently. He felt her lips circle his engorged tool, felt a new wave of blood pour into his already distended prick.

Letting his head fall back, Charlie savored the feel of her warm, moist tongue sweeping his prick clean of drying cum. He felt hot lubricant trickle the length of his tool and spill into her mouth.

Ann shifted. She got to her knees, without releasing his cock from her mouth. She straddled his legs, embraced them with her own, and faced up his body. She held his prick in her hand and slid her mouth down on it, coating it with saliva. She stroked her tongue up the length of its underside, swept it clean of his seeping juices. Her lips closed over the knob. She pressed downward, drove his cock to the back of her mouth.

Charlie lifted his head and rested it on his hands. He stared down the length of his body and watched his prick vanish into Ann's mouth. Moonlight spilled over her smooth shoulders. It side-lighted one of her small titties, made her look even younger and more virginal. She rested her elbows on his hip bones, steadied his prick, and flicked her face with his immense dick.

The sight of her eating his meat started the cum flowing in Charlie's groin. "You're a cocksucker. You suck cock, you know that, Ann? You suck cock!"

Ann didn't answer. He saw tension knotting her shoulders. Suddenly he realized how he felt about her, realized he didn't love her. Dating her was a badge of success. She was one of the most popular girls around school. She was pretty, intelligent, talented, admired, and respected. And he had her down on her knees. She was sucking his cock like a common slut, and he loved it. She loved it, too, which made it all the better. She degraded herself further by liking what she was doing.

"Suck it," he said harshly. "Suck my cock until I come. And then swallow my jizz. Suck it, suck it, suck it. Cocksucker!"

Ann whimpered, and took more of his prick into her mouth. He saw her stomach heave as she gagged on the massive rod. Her lips were distended by the towering bulk of his shaft, her jaws forced wide open by his prick. Her tongue stroked and pressed and bathed the vein on the underside as she bobbed her head over his groin. Her fingers lifted and rolled his nuts as she sucked on his cock.

He was going to come. The pool of sperm felt like lava in his guts. His nuts drew up tight against his groin, and he felt the eruption peaking with the inevitability of a tidal wave.

Reaching down, he clamped his hands on Ann's head, gripped her hair, and moved her up and down, up and down. His hips began to push upward as he rammed her head down, slammed his cock down her throat. He knew she was gagging and choking, but ignored it. He didn't care. He didn't give a shit. All he cared about was his building ecstasy, and how great it would feel to pour his hot, sticky load down her throat.

He began to spurt, and jammed her head down hard on his tool. Staring up into the moonlit night, he unloaded his cum into her sucking, swallowing mouth. Thick spurts of jizz burst from his prick – solid wads of pleasure poured down her throat. Her tongue and palate massaged his cock as she swallowed the successive waves of thick juice. He felt her trying to pull up as his orgasm passed the halfway point, and let her draw up and suck in a breath of air. Raising his head, he saw his cock shining with her spit. A creamy dribble of cum escaped her sucking, encircling lips and dribbled down into his crotch bush.