Kathy Ch 07-09

CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna Hartsell sat nervously in the outer office of Dr. Fen. He had
spoken to her on the phone, and he had told her to wear an outfit
like this. The outfit consisted of a short, tight skirt, garter belt
and hose and a g- string that tied about her plush, ample hips, and a
tight button up sweater. She had on the same skimpy, sexy bra she had
had on the day the two men had forced her to submit to them.
The reason she was nervous was the young man also sitting in the office.
He was in his early twenties, and a good-looking boy, if a bit
rough. He certainly made no effort to conceal the fact that he was
staring at her body. "The doctor will see you now, Mrs. Hartsell,"
the pretty receptionist said, and Donna walked into the doctors
office. She sat on the wide couch at his direction; it was a huge,
imposing office, and the doctor fitted it well; he was over six feet,
and had bold, intense eyes that seemed to swallow her. There was a
video camera behind him, but Donna did not have the courage to ask if
the thing were running. "So, you're a nymphomaniac," Dr. Fen said
softly. "Well, I . . ." Donna started to say, but he cut her
off. "This is what I gathered from our phone conversation. I see you
followed my orders as regards to your dress." Fen' voice was dry,
and he moved his eyes boldly away from hers. He could not see any
cleavage, but the tight sweater molded her proud, big tits. "You will
tell me exactly what happened," Fen said. Donna nodded, and in a
trembling, soft voice told the psychiatrist what had occurred when
she went to confront the man who had raped her daughter. "I want to
do an experiment. It may seem shocking, but I have to do this - it is
for your own good," he said, and then he pressed a button. A moment
later the rough young man walked into the office, came, and sat
beside her on the couch. Donna looked from him to Dr. Fen: "I . . . I
don't understand, Dr." she said. Donna started when the rough young
man reached up and curled his fingers around her upper arm, as
though he were feeling her bicep.
"I'm going to have Mark Kunh here touch you for a moment, Donna," Fen
smiled at the gorgeous woman. He had been experimenting with
nympho's his entire career. It was amazing what women would confide
in a man with a degree, and he had learned early to take advantage of
a patients weakness. Donna swallowed, and looked at the man beside
her. He really was a gorgeous man, with long black hair, and a
handsomer, chiseled face. As Donna looked at him, he casually reached
up and pushed his warm palm against the tip of her right breast. Then
he began rolling the heavy globe about on her chest; he moved his
hand slightly, and squeezed the firm, soft flesh filling his palm.
Donna looked at Dr. Fen, and said in a trembling voice: "Please,
make him stop, Dr.!" "Of course," Fen said, and nodded at Mark. The
man stopped, and Donna
was just about to say she was going to leave when Fen's phone
rang. "I'm having some trouble in the outer office," he said. "I'll
be right back." Before Donna could say or do anything, he had left
the office, the heavy door shutting behind him. She started to get up
off of the couch, but the man beside her reached up casually and
pulled her back down, so that she was sitting right next to him. His
right hand immediately cupped her right breast, and he began
squeezing it, much more strongly than the last time.
"What do you think you're doing?" Donna hissed. She tried to push his
arm away from her, but his forearm felt like it was carved from wood,
the muscle was so hard.
"Yeah, you like that better, don't you?" Mark whispered against her
ear.Donna shivered, and swallowed as the young man kept playing with
her sensitive, swelling tittie. His hard fingers pinched and teased
her turgid nipple through the bra and sweater, and she thought she
was going to pass out. "Did that man take your dress off, Mrs.
Hartsell?" he asked, now trailing his fingers over to her other
heaving breast mound. His fingers teased and tweaked that nipple till
it was a shard as its mate. "That . . . That's not any of your
business!" Donna said shortly. She had to get this guy to leave her
alone! But then his fingers were trailing up to he base of her
throat. She felt his fingers, and swallowed again when she felt him
unfasten the first button. "Mark, what do you think you're doing?"
she gasped as his fingers dropped to the second button. "I think he
did take your dress off," mark said, and undid the second button,
then the third. The upper slopes of her breasts were now visible, and
when he undid the fourth button, her bra was easily visible. "There
now, isn't that better?" Mark murmured, and slipped his hand inside
her sweater. "Uhnnnn, nhhuuuuuu, oh!" Donna gasped. Mark expertly
pulled her bra cup down so that her big right breast bounced out of
it. Then he was squeezing and rubbing her naked flesh. Donna licked
her lips as Mark bent and began washing his tongue over her silky
flesh. She could barely believe how hot his tongue was. She wanted
to push him away, she had to! She reached up and tangled her fingers
in his hair: "Mark, please!" she gasped. "Please, stop this before
its to . . . Ohhnnnnnn, before its to late!" Donna wailed. His
tongue flicked her stiff, plump nipple, and the older woman felt a
shudder of ecstasy wash through her body. She tugged weakly at his
long hair, but he caught her nipple between his teeth, and twisted it
gently, then pulled on it. "Ohhhnnn, my god!" Donna breathed. She
couldn't believe this was happening! But she couldn't deny it,
either. Mark pushed her against the back of the couch, and she
squirmed as he finished unfastening her sweater. Then he flipped the
clasp of her bra, and was washing her other breast in his spit,
finally sucking the nipple and as much of the soft, silky flesh as he
could into his hungry mouth. Donna had one hand tangled in the young
man's hair, and the other was resting on his back. She was not even
protesting now as the man ravaged her. Donna heard the door open,
and looked over blearily as Fen walked back into the room. "Oh, god!"
she gasped, and somehow pushed Mark away, managed to close her
sweater with trembling hands, though she did not attempt to button it
back up. Donna then felt Mark's hand on her leg, just above her
knees. He squeezed the firm flesh through the silk stockings. "You've
got really nice legs," mark whispered against her ear as Fen sat down
and looked at her with hard eyes. "You don't mind if I feel them for
just a moment, do you?" "Yes, of . . . of course I do!" Donna
exclaimed, but she did not try to push his hand away as he slipped it
further up her slim, muscular leg, curling his fingers around to the
inside of her thigh. Donna did not know what to do. Fen was looking
at her intently, and she finally averted her eyes from his. Mark was
squeezing her thighs now, venturing closer to the hem of her short
skirt. Donna had to struggle to keep her breathing slow and even. Her
breasts were aching, and she wanted little more than to let Mark
start sucking on them again. Why wasn't Dr. Fen doing anything? Then
Marks hand was pushing under her skirt. Donna shook her head when he
told her to spread her legs, but a moment later shifted on the wide
couch. Mark's hand squeezed and rubbed, till he was tracing the line
of her stalking; then his fingers were moving onto the naked flesh of
her upper thigh. Donna clenched her jaws shut. She had to end this
now! But then mark's fingers were grazing against her panties.
Donna's lithe body jerked at the feel of his hand against her
moistening cunt. Her mouth dropped open as he dug his fingers into
the crack of her pussy, then rolled the edge of his hand up until it
was mashing and rolling her swollen clit. "Oh, god, oh, oh,
ohnnnnnnn!" Donna gasped. Mark leaned into her, and
before she knew what he was doing, he had his lips sealed with hers,
his warm, agile tongue was in her mouth. Donna tilted her head into
the kiss. She didn't care anymore – she Didn't care that she had
never met this man, or that Dr. Fen was watching them both with
intent eyes. Donna panted and squealed into Mark's mouth as he
slipped the panties to one side and slipped two fingers into her
tight pussy. Donna spread her legs further, and rolled her hips
against the young man's hand, then tore her mouth from his and cried
out loudly as she got off. Mark pulled his shirt off, and the horny
housewife stared helplessly at his muscular, cut body. Then he was
working at her skirt, unfastening it and peeling it down her legs.
Donna's mind was still whirling from the force of the orgasm; she
didn't even think of stopping the man as he untied the small knots at
her hips that held the panties on, and laid her back on the couch. He
knelt between her spread legs, staring at her perfect clam, framed in
light blonde hair. Donna watched with wide eyes as he took down his
pants, and gasped when his large, fat cock sprang into view. It stood
out straight from his lean, hard body, at least ten inches
long, and quite fat around, with blue and purple veins wreathing up
the sides of it, and a bulbous head that was almost the size of a
plum. Then he was bending over her; he kissed her churning belly, and
drew his hot, wet tongue up her belly till he was once again teasing
her stiff nipples with his teeth and tongue and lips. "Ohhhnnnn,
god, I can't believe this is happening!" Donna cried out as mark
lowered himself onto her. She felt the fat length of his cock against
her thigh, and twisted her body slightly, then moaned when she felt
the crown of his cock against her pouting pussy lips. "Yessss,
yessssssssss, you little bastard!" Donna cried as he slowly leaned
forward, bulling his rampant manhood into her tight, buttery pussy.
Mark had his jaws clenched shut as he screwed himself into the
gorgeous woman - her face was twisted with lust, and he felt her taut
body beneath him, hungry for more. God, she was tight, but she also
had the wettest cunt he had ever felt.He had to stop about halfway
in, and then he was stroking her slowly, with short movements.
Gradually his strokes became longer, until at last his lean hips were
locked with hers. Donna shut her eyes as he began fucking her with
long, slow strokes, until her breath was burning in her throat. She
drove her hips up to meet his downthrusts; she was already trembling,
on the brink of another orgasm as the rough young man rode
her. "Ohhhhnnnnnnnn, fuuuuuuuccckkkkk!" Donna screamed as she got
off, bucking up against Mark's thrusts, raking her nails up and down
his
back. Finally she became aware of him poised above her, his fat cock
still in her spasming pussy. He smiled down at her, then was
withdrawing from her, climbing up her body till he was straddling her
chest. "Wh . . . what are you going to do?" Donna asked timidly as he
levered himself upwards, his hands above her on the arm of the couch.
He just looked down at her as he raised himself, till his dripping
cock was right above her gasping, pouting lips. Donna stared at the
pecker cross- eyed, and licked her lips as he lowered his hips. Then
his dripping cock crown was rubbing against her full, luscious lips.
Donna put her hands on the man's hips, felt him leaning more weight
against her lips. Instead of turning her head away, she allowed her
mouth to droop open, until her pouting lips were wrapped around his
fat knob. "That's the way, Mrs. Hartsell!" Mark moaned, and leaned
forward further, driving six inches of his boner into the beauty's
wet, silky mouth. He watched from slitted eyes as the slut's cheeks
hollowed; she
began sucking noisily on his hard shaft as he fucked it in and out of
her gasping, sucking mouth. Donna slipped her hands around to the
man's hard, well shaped ass, and
squeezed his ass cheeks as he continued stroking his cock in and out
of her mouth. She felt him tense, and then he was crying out above
her - a second later his fat knob began spitting its juices into her
hungry, greedy mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, but even so
she felt spit and cum dripping down her cheeks from the corner of her
lips. Ten minutes later, Dr. Fen was showing her out the door. She
could not meet his eyes, but when he said he wanted to see her in
three days, she knew she would be back.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kathy Peele was bored, and restless. It had been over a week since
the young black man had forced her to suck him off, and her husband
had not touched her once.
Finally, she decided to go shopping. She dressed in a brief pair of g-
string panties, a short miniskirt, and a tight, button down cotton
blouse. Halfway to the mall, she saw a roughly dressed man in raged
jeans and a leather jacket by the side of the road. He flagged her
down, and her belly tumbled nervously as she pulled over. He climbed
casually into the car, and whistled loudly when he saw her."Hey,
thanks for stopping, baby," he said, eyeing her long legs and big
tits openly. Do I know what I'm doing? Kathy asked herself as she
pulled back out onto the road. "Umm, where are you going?" she asked
meekly, dropping her gaze from his. She saw that he nothing on under
the jacket, and that his lean body was thick with muscle. He had long
hair and a five-day growth on his chin. "The Sky View Hotel," he said
easily. "That's one hell of an outfit you got on, lady." "Thanks,"
Kathy said: "My husband doesn't like me to wear it, but . ." "But
fuck him, right?" the man said, and reached over and patted her on
the knee. Kathy looked down at his warm hand on her silky flesh, and
licked her lips. The man smiled, and slid a bit closer to her on the
bench seat. His big hand felt rough on her velvety skin, and Kathy
shivered softly at the feel of it. She looked at him again out of the
corner of her eye, and smiled to herself - he looked like he could
really fuck!
"So," she said: "How did you get stranded?" "My fuckin' girlfriend
got pissed at me," the man said. "Umm, I would appreciate it if you
wouldn't use that type of language in
my car," Kathy said, trying to make her voice sound as meek as
possible. She had no trouble making it tremble; she didn't think she
could have stopped that! The man continued as though she hadn't
spoken: "That fuckin' bitch! She was givin' me a blowjob, and got
pissed when I held her head down and came in hr mouth. I think if a
girls gonna suck your dick, the least she should do is let you nut in
her mouth. What do you think, lady?" "I think that's a barbaric
attitude," Kathy said, and reached down and
pushed the man's hand off of her knee. She looked into his cold eyes
for a moment, and then turned her head back to the road: "And if you
don't watch yourself, I'm going to have to stop and ask you to
leave." "You're awful uptight, bitch. Maybe what you need is some
good dick."Zeke stared at the beauty for a long moment, liking the
way the blush crept over her face, and noting that she made no move
to pull over. Then he reached up casually with the hand that had been
on her leg, and began rubbing one of her big, firm tits through the
tight blouse she had on. The woman had the biggest tits he had ever
seen, and they felt fucking perfect. "What do you think you're
doing?" Kathy gasped when she felt his hard, hot hand rubbing the tip
of her breast. She kept her eyes on the road as she felt his fingers
moving over her sensitive flesh; then he was
cupping her breast in his palm, and his fingers began squeezing and
milking her heaving tit globe, making shudders of lust race through
her body. "What kind of woman do you think I am?" Zeke squeezed the
perfect globe filling his palm harder, and smiled when he saw the
woman's eyes roll back slightly. He said in a soft voice, his lips
close to the silky skin of her neck: "I think you're the kind of
woman that would keep suckin' until a guy finished getting off." Zeke
leaned forward a bit more, and sucked at her perfumed, perfect skin,
pinching and twisting her small, pointy nipple; it was already quite
hard, poking out from Kathy's round breast like an oversized pencil
eraser. "You're wrong, young man," she breathed. She couldn't believe
how turned on she was. It took all of her strength, but she managed
to push Zeke's hand away from her heaving bosom. His hand dropped to
her leg, inches above her knee. His fingers immediately curled around
to the inside of her thigh. Kathy shifted in her seat as he began
rubbing her curvy thigh - a tremor went through her body, and she
had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. With a small sigh, she
relaxed her legs; Zeke's hand slid smoothly up her thigh. It was
softer than Donna's thigh, but still sleek and well defined. Zeke's
fingers rubbed and squeezed her silky flesh until Kathy thought she
wouldn't be able to hold her eyes open. "I don't think I should have
picked you up," Kathy said in a tremulous voice. "I thought you were
a nice man!" "I think if I looked like a nice man, you wouldn't have
picked me up,"Zeke whispered against her throat. His fingers were
against the hem of her skirt now; as Kathy looked at him, he slid
his hand to the inside of her thigh, and slowly pushed it under the
skirt! "Ohhhhhhnnnn, god, what are you doing?!" Kathy gasped as his
fingers grazed against her panty covered pussy mound. She saw a wide
driveway and pulled into it. She stopped the car, and could not help
but moan slightly as Zeke's hard, exploring fingers pushed her
panties up into her moist snatch. "I can feel your pussy juice tight
through these panties," the man moaned, and trailed the edge of two
fingers upwards until he felt the small nub of her clit.
"I . . . I think you'd better get out of the car!" Kathy said
breathlessly. God, she felt like she was in highschool again,
telling some guy to keep his hands out of her pants.
And just like high school, Zeke did not even listen to her. His hand
moved in a certain way against her swelling love button, and Kathy
gasped sharply; her taut body jerked, and she thought for a moment
that she was going to pass out, the wave of pleasure was so
sharp! "Kiss me," he whispered against her throat, and she turned her
head;
their lips met, and Kathy tilted her head and pushed her agile, wet
tongue into the man's mouth. His mouth tasted pleasantly of mint, and
he kissed her back deeply, at
the same time manipulating her nubbin of a clit. Kathy was panting
hotly into the man's mouth, barely able to concentrate on the kiss.
She coiled her tongue about his, battling it, and rolled her hips
against Zeke's magic hand. Then he was sitting up, pulling his hand
from her skirt. Kathy's pretty,pouting mouth was hanging open in a
sexy O, and she watched, saying nothing, as Zeke reached up and
casually began unfastening her blouse. She had turned towards him
while he was kissing her, and she did not
turn away as he undid the second button, then the third. The inner
slopes of her big, firm breasts were visible. He trailed one finger
along the slope of her right tit, and Kathy shivered from the feel of
the man's rough skin against the silky smooth flesh of her
breast. "You don't mind if I undo this, do you?" he asked, and
flipped the next button open, and then the next one. "I couldn't stop
you, could I?" Kathy asked, and he stared into her eyes for a long
moment - and then continued to unfasten her shirt. He stared
at her breasts as his fi9ngers worked; the pale globes were almost
visible to the nipple now. Kathy tentatively reached out and laid one
hand on Zeke's knee, and then she arched her back slightly. The
shirt fell open a bit more, and he could see one nipple peeking out
from her shirt. He reached the bottom button, and then was spreading
the halves of the shirt apart. Kathy's firm, round breasts rose like
twin hills from her fine chest -Zeke could see the outlines of her
ribs through the sleek skin. He breasts shuddered slightly as he
watched them; her nipples, like big pencil erasers, pointed upwards
slightly. Zeke reached up, and cupped one of her breasts. Kathy shut
her eyes as
the man began kneading the firm globe, then rolling and flattening it
against her chest. His rough palm rubbing and pressing against her
nipple was making Kathy's breath catch in her throat. "You . . . .you
can squeeze it - harder, if you want to," she said softly, eyes still
closed, and gasped aloud when he did,digging his fingers into her big
tittie. He squeezed it, and then pulled her forward by her breast.
Kathy's mouth met his, and they were kissing again, their tongues
tangling in each other's mouth, Kathy's hot breath mingling with his.
A moment later, his hand left her breast; she felt him grip her
wrist, and kept kissing him. Then he was laying her palm against the
long, hard shaft of his cock. Kathy did not even know when he had
taken it out of his pants. She curled her long fingers around the
shaft as she sucked on Zeke's tongue, and then ran her hand up to the
bulbous tip. God, his cock is huge! Kathy thought to herself, running
down the shaft now. It was at least eleven inches long, Kathy
realized, and so big
around she could scarcely get her fingers around it! Then he was
pulling away from her, smiling at her, his dark eyes glowing. Kathy
swallowed nervously. She squeezed the fat crown, and felt a smear of
precum against her fingers, which she smeared around his
knob. "You're not going to make me suck that thing, are you?" she
whispered,
but she was already bending down. She squeezed the knob again, and
when a drop of precum leaked out, she bent forward the last bit, and
licked it off of the dark red knob.
Then she was pouting her lips, and giving the angry crown a long,
smearing kiss. Zeke looked down at the woman, almost holding his
breath. He could not believe his luck as the gorgeous bitch slowly
folded her red, pouty lips over his cock knob. It was all Kathy could
do to fit the knob plum sized cock head into her mouth, but then she
felt his hand, strong on the back of her head, forcing her downward.
Kathy moaned, and swallowed, her mouth already filled with spit and
precum. Another inch slid into the beauty's silky, wet, softly
sucking mouth. He could feel her tongue working around the shaft of
his cock, and her cheeks collapsed around his manhood as she began
sucking harder. He forced another inch into the sluts mouth, and then
tangled his fingers in her hair and dragged her gasping, sucking
mouth back to the tip of his fat rod. Kathy moaned around the stiff
meat in her mouth, and then pushed her head back down, taking as much
of the iron hard boner as she could. She reached up with her left
hand, and gripped the base, then began jacking it in time with the
bobbing motions of her slurping mouth. She got to the tip one time,
and felt his fingers in her hair again. She
swirled her tongue around the knob, and sucked greedily as his fat
shaft began spitting hot cum into her wet, sucking mouth. Kathy
swallowed the stuff greedily, and kept jacking his cock. It took her
several minutes to realize that his huge shaft was not going to get
soft. Zeke pulled the beauty up from his lap. He shifted her, making
her
straddle him. One hand snaked down to her panties, and tore the
flimsy things away; then he was pushing her skirt up, so that it was
bunched around her curvy hips.
Kathy rested her hands on Zeke's chest; he moved her slightly, and
then she could feel his monster cock head. He lowered her slightly,
and Kathy's eyes drooped shut as the massive tool began stretching
out her slimy snatch. "Ohn, god, ohn, gods, ohngod," Kathy chanted
softly. His hands were resting lightly on her hips now. Kathy bit her
lip, then looked him in the eye, and slowly began screwing herself
down onto him, impaling herself with his giant, rock hard shaft.
Kathy could not believe how nice the man's cock felt in her starved
pussy; she swiveled her hips, driving her steaming cunt on his
manhood. Then she was raising herself back up, then once again
settling down;
another inch of cock sunk into her, then another - the thing was
still only halfway in, but Kathy shuddered into an orgasm from the
feel of the huge cock. She cried out loudly, and dug her nails into
his muscular chest, then moaned loudly, "Unnnnnhhhhhhh, yesssssssss,
baby! Fuck, fuck!!!" as Zeke gripped her lush hips with his hands and
began moving beneath her, thrusting his cock into to her tight,
velvety snatch. Kathy lost track of how many times she had cum before
Zeke started roaring beneath her and slamming his giant cock to her
abused pussy; finally he nutted inside of her. Kathy could imagine
she could feel his seed shooting deep into her belly.
CHAPTER NINE
Donna Hartsell went to open the door; she was dressed once again in
the skimpy white bikini she had been wearing when Kathy had seduced
her. She swung the door open, and looked out on the front porch.
There was a rough young man standing there, and his eyes dropped
immediately to her lean, curvy body, concentrating on her big,
coconut sized tits barely contained in the little swimsuit. "Um, can
I help you, young man?" she asked, raising one hand so that it was
covering her bosom. She didn't know how she could still be modest
after all that had happened to her, but she was. And she didn't like
the way the young man's eyes stayed on her body, hungry and
demanding. "Yeah," he finally said, looking up into her eyes. "Is
Jennifer here?" "No," Donna answered. "What do you want with her?"
The man smiled slightly - he was perhaps two or three years older
than Jennifer, twenty three or four at the most, and he reminded her
too much of the man who had fucked her in Dr. Fen office. "We were
supposed to go out today," he answered lazily, and then was pushing
his way into the house. Donna stared after him as he went to sit on
the couch; finally, she shut the door, and walked over to stand in
front of him. "What do you think you're doing, young man?" she asked,
looking down at him. "From the way you were talking, I figured she
would be back soon. Oh, by the way, I'm Dan," and he reached his hand
out to her. Donna took the hand automatically, and said: 'She went
somewhere with her father - they won't be back till later tonight."
And knew immediately that she had made a mistake, just as she knew
her big, plump, hardening nipples were visible through the skimpy
cloth of the
swimsuit. "Well, I guess I'd better leave then - unless you want me
to stay," Dan said, his eyes burning into hers, his hand still
holding hers. She was standing very close to him, to close. "No, why
would I want that?" Donna asked stupidly, trying to pull her hand
away from his. She looked down in between them, and swallowed
nervously when she saw his crotch; the outline of the young man's
cock was plainly visible through the loose pants he was wearing, and
it looked huge! Then Dan was turning her around: "Because of this,"
he said softly, and pulled her lean, taut body back against him until
her round, plush, soft asscheeks were pressed against his crotch.
Donna drew in a deep breath - she could feel his cock plainly through
the pants, and his hands seemed to be red hot on her curvy hips. He
shifted slightly, and Donna bit her lip when his fat, hard cock
slotted in between her asscheeks. "Wh . . . what are you going to
do to me?" she stammered weakly. She knew she should move away from
him, but there was no strength in her body. Instead, she leaned back
against him slightly, loving the way his hard dick was pushing into
her soft ass. Dan slipped his hands up Donna's flanks, and then he
was cupping her big, soft, firm tits through the skimpy bikini. Donna
shut her eyes as the man's hands mauled and squeezed her swelling
breasts. She arched her back, rolled her soft ass back against his
raging hardon as his hands grew more familiar with her firm, big
breasts. "Ohhhhhhh, god, I shouldn't be letting you do this!" Donna
sighed. Then Dan was pulling the small cups of the bikini top aside.
His hands were red hot on her silky soft breasts, and her breath
burned in her throat as his mouth, hot and wet, came down on her
neck. Then he was turning her around. His mouth slipped downward,
till he was licking the smooth slopes of her tits. Donna put her
hands on the young man's broad shoulders, but the last thing she
wanted to do was push him away. Dan's skilled mouth moved over one of
her plump, hard nipples, and Donna
moaned and gasped at the flashes of lust Dan was sending through her
body. His hands slipped around her, and he began mauling her perfect
ass. Then he was slipping her bikini panties down her long, shapely
legs. He led her to the back of the wide couch, and leaned her back
against the back edge of it. "Ohhhnnn, god, wh . . . . what are you
going to . . . . Ohhhhhhnnnn, unh, unh!" Donna gasped as his mouth
moved lower, tracing her ribs, and then the gentle curve of her
belly. He spread her legs apart, and a moment later his thick, agile
tongue was pushing through the sparse hairs surrounding her cunt.
Donna cried out helplessly, and tangled her fingers in Dan's hair as
he
speared his tongue into the juicy depths of her pussy. He traced his
tongue back upwards, then, until he was flicking and teasing her
swollen clit. Donna angled her hips, barely able to breathe. Her body
pulsed with lust as the boy ate her pussy out, nibbling on her
pouting cuntlips, then her clit, then fucking her tight pussy with
his tongue.
"Ohnnn, god, ohn, god, ohn god!" she chanted as she got off, the
orgasm making her slim body jerk and shudder. The man's tongue stayed
active, until Donna thought she was going to faint! He stood up then,
and turned her around, pressed on her back until she was bent over
the back of the couch. The older woman looked over her
shoulder as Dan peeled his pants down, but she made no effort to move
away from him. He stepped up behind her, and Donna bit her lip and
sobbed softly when she felt his hard, hot cock head against her ass.
Dan shifted slightly, smiling at the way the woman was panting and
writhing, and then he was pressing his cock crown against her pouting
pussy lips, which had opened like some exotic flower from the tongue
lashing he had given her. He gritted his teeth as he leaned forward -
he could not believe how
tight this woman's pussy was! God, she was even tighter than her
daughter was! His fat knob slowly sank into her pussy, and he leaned
forward, pushing more of his shaft into her, squeezing her plush ass
as he did so. "Yes, fuck me hard, baby, fuck me hard!" Donna wailed
as she came again.She had no leverage to push back against this man.
But he followed her orders, and began rutting into her harder, his
lean belly slapping against her defenseless ass cheeks, his long,
hard cock making Donna squeal with delight as she shuddered into yet
another orgasm. Finally, she felt him pull out of her; heard him
grunting as he jacked his fat cock - an instant later his cum jetted
out of his straining cock, splattering her back. Donna's only regret
was that she had not been able to swallow the stuff.