Rex Taylor: Mother lover

"Yes," she whispered as she felt his teeth graze the rubbery hardness of her nipple, and "Yes!" she whined again when his tongue lashed that same stiff point, and "YES!" she wailed loud when he began to suck and nurse upon her sweet boob. "Suck me like a baby," she pleaded, her fingers curling in his hair, her head thrown back, eyes closed deliriously. She loved to have her nipples kissed and licked and sucked, especially now when the guy was also beginning to use his fingers on her cunt!

His mouth full of tit, Chris let his hand slip southward, discovering en route that her navel was one of Cathy's most delightfully erogenous zones. She had a great many of these, he was learning, but the depression of her belly button and the flesh immediately surrounding it was a real champion, a standout in any crowd.

Regretfully he left it behind, about the same time he shifted his mouth to her neglected right nipple. The little pap reacted gratefully, throbbing and humming with sensuality as soon as he began to kiss it, but perhaps some of the reaction was due to the fact that his hand had simultaneously made contact with Cathy's sopping pussy.

He corkscrewed his finger into her hole, stiff digit probing and diving up her wet tunnel, and she opened her cunt for him. Her snatch was everything a girl's ought to be-hot and wet and TIGHT! She came on like Tina Russell, and he could jab his finger into her cunt deep enough to be positive she'd been fucked before, but she hadn't been worn out. Not by a long sight. Inside, where it counted, her twat was tight and snug as a young virgin, and no matter what happened in the next few minutes, he was going to get his prick into her cunt and fuck for all he was worth. If Gabriel blew his horn right now, Chris Robinson

would pass up the Last Judgement until he'd blown his nuts off inside Cathy's honey-dripping snatch.

She was writhing and thrashing as he nursed and stabbed at her pussy, and she wished nothing more at that moment than for him to hurry up and get on with the balling. Oh, she enjoyed what he was doing. She enjoyed the hell out of it! But after all, it had been nine goddamn days since she had been screwed, and her cunt was screaming a silent message to her brain- I wanna be fucked. I wanna be fucked. I wanna be fucked!

Cathy's crotch swiveled invitingly, and she tried to get her legs around him in an effort to catch his attention. Come on, she thought. I'm as hot as you're gonna get me. Crawl aboard and feed me your cock, your beautiful fat cock.

It wasn't the biggest or the thickest cock she'd had. Of the six different guys she had screwed up till now, one had a dong on him that was noticeably bigger than Chris', but at the same time, the guy's prick had been so big that it was slightly uncomfortable to have it inside her. And to make matters worse, he was like so many other guys with super cocks-he'd never learned, anything about technique, relying instead on his mammoth dick to get the job done. Which, as a lover, made him slightly less desirable than Cathy's language tutor, whose prick was only of average size, as she understood average size, but who could fuck up a storm once he had it inside her pussy.

Well, Chris had nothing to be ashamed of. His cock was about seven inches long, maybe a fraction less, and thick enough to give a girl a nice handful. Cathy knew from her fairly limited experience that he could fill her twat up nicely, without any undue strain upon her elastic young cunt, and she wished to hell he'd get on with it and fuck her.

"C'mon," she sighed, head rolling from side to side, "c'mon and do it to me." He continued to suckle her tits and rub and dig inside her pussy, and she realized that his arm must be dripping with her juices to the elbow at the very least. Her snatch had never been this hot and wet in her life, but then she'd never gone nine days without a lay since she'd first started fucking, either.

He made slurping noises as he ate her tit, smacks and pecks that rang a sympathetic chord somewhere round the base of her neck, and she throbbed in unison with his nuzzling. "C'mon, c'mon," her voice pleaded, breaking into a falsetto squeak as the need to be fucked became more and more pressing.

His teeth worried her nipple the way a dog worries a blanket tossed to him for play, and she screamed at the agonizing needs he seemed unwilling to satisfy. She bounced her plump ass on the ground again and again, cunt muscles throbbing around his inserted fingers, her mind not appreciating at all the obvious truth that his finger play was making her hotter, wetter, more ready to accept fully the forthcoming insertion of his prick.

"Fuck meee now!" she shrilled, pulling at his hair with both hands, causing little tears of sudden pain to fill his eyes. He raised his mouth from her titties, looking up at her face to see the look of unbridled passion and fuck-fury that possessed and twisted her features.

He noticed for the first time that her snatch was as wet as though she'd been swimming in the pond after all, that her twat muscles were beginning to twist and suck like a vise upon his teasing fingers. She was ready to fuck. It hadn't hurt her to wait. And after all, hadn't she played it cool and coy with him from the beginning, keeping him in suspense about her intentions right to the last minute, almost? Chris smiled and climbed to his knees, sliding out of the grip of one of her legs.

She paid no attention, for her eyes were closed tight and one of her hands had already ventured to assault the same tits and nipples which he had just relinquished. He saw her fingers tugging and jerking at the rock-hard brown nipples, saw her hands cupping and squeezing the firm round titties, and he could see the abundant droplets of juice that had seeped from her open snatch to collect in the dark, satiny ringlets of her fuzzy beaver. He crawled around, spreading her thighs wide.

Her snatch was open for him now, the pink and coral interior showing like a freshly revealed treasure hoard, and he loved it at first sight. Nothing turned him off like a pussy so worn-out that the inner cuntlips protruded like a pink-brown tongue. He liked his cunts nice and fresh and tight-the kind you have to open up in order to inspect, and he stroked his fingers through her gash once more for luck, now that he was ready to fuck her.

She whined as his fingers slid in her slippery slit, and she whined again when he caught the bud of her clitoris between two fingertips and squeezed it. More wetness seeped from her pussy when he touched her love button, and he knew from the way her twat smelled, from the slightly, hollow quality in her cry, that she was on the verge of coming already. So much the better. Her cunt had been tight and active upon his fingers when they were inside her hole, and he was pretty sure she'd have his nuts cracked in no time flat, so all the more reason to get her good and hot before he stuck his meat into her.

Cathy jolted at his first touch, the way she always did when a guy was about to put the prick to her, and she opened her eyes, half sitting up. He was between her spread thighs, tickling his knob on her cunt hairs, drawing the tip of his rod again and again along the dripping lips of her snatch. She wiggled her ass for him, scooting towards him so that he'd have no choice but to ram his tool home, all the while concentrating in an effort to make her cunt gape open so far his dick would be sucked in just like dirt into a vacuum cleaner.

He smiled at her, placed his prick squarely against the opening of her cunt, and he thrust suddenly, so quickly, so deftly, so unexpectedly, that she wasn't quite ready. She felt his cock drive home, all the way into her wet depths on that very first stroke.

His prick filled her cunt sensationally, just as she'd known it would, and the walls of her elastic-lined pussy snapped back into place around his imbedded cock, giving them both a sudden feeling of snug, warm wetness. Cathy closed her eyes again, sinking her head and shoulders back upon the cool green grass, her hips and ass lifting to meet his thrusts, retaliating in good kind for the deft and rhythmic pistoning of his crotch against hers.