For the first time in her life Bree knew what an orgasm was.
And it didn't end there. Harrison continued to hammer into her, thrusting his cock hard against her clit and slamming it into another orgasmic blast and then another, until they all merged together in a kaleidoscope of intense ecstasy. Bree's body ceased to be hers and became a quaking, shivering mess of flesh and muscle, unable to do anything but shriek in pleasure and twist in bliss, "Aaaaarrrghh, aaaaaarggghh," she screamed again.
Harrison was panting as he continued to thrust into the orgasming woman, but it was obvious that the end was near as he sped up. A fact confirmed as he gasped, "I'm going to cum." Barely were the words out that Bree could fill her cunt being filled with his warm cum. She moaned in pleasure as the sticky seed shot into her twat, blast after blast of it. Above her Harrison's eyes were closed and his face contorted. He gave another grunt and a fresh blast shot into her, before he sighed in relief and slid off, his cock as rapidly turning limp as it had turned hard earlier.
Bree lay there looking at the ceiling, wanting to enjoy every last second as she felt the cum slide down her pussy.
*
With Susan's promise Don was hard again by the time they reached her room. There was no sensuous strip-down just a Milf and a toyboy getting fully naked as rapidly as they could, dropping shirts and dresses on the floor, kicking of their shoes and throwing themselves against each other in a passionate explosion of tongue and mouth. Susan could feel the rock hardness of his prick push against her, even as she was so close to him she could feel the iron of his pecs and steel of his stomach. Her pussy was almost literally quivering with excitement as she pushed him back; "I need to quickly prep," she said and walked over to her bottom drawer.
There, hidden under some old jumpers and shirts, so deeply eighties that Julie avoided borrowing them like the plague, were the Milf's sex toys; a couple of dildos, anal beads and a butt-plug. It was the latter she wanted, it wasn't as big as the cock that was going to follow it in the hole, but it would give her ass a bit of a head start. She straightened up and turned to Don so she could see what she had in her hand. He grinned as she confirmed that not only did she have mouth she had the pants to back it up, "You wanna a hand?"
"You just watch for a moment, let me show you where you're going to put that big dong of yours," Susan grinned back. She got onto the bed and slid the plug into her mouth, partly to lubricate it, but partly because she thought it would look sexy for Don to see her suck a toy she was about to place into her butt. He certainly seemed to think so, as he touched his quivering cock and it only seemed to be iron self-control that stopped him beating it until he shot. Susan grinned and lay back, one hand pulling at a cheek, the other pushing the end of the butt-plug in. She moaned as the hard plastic pushed aside her wall and pushed into her. She forced it further in, the plug opening up her ass as it got further in, stretching the bowels in preparation for the main thing. She felt the roundel press against her cheeks, a sign that she could go no more. It wasn't far or deep enough compared to the real thing, but it would have to do -- though there was further prepping she had planned for the huge member.
She got off the bed and onto her knees, "I'll just leave that in for a few minutes, get my ass nice and ready. In the meantime..." she smiled and beckoned Don to come nearer. He immediately strode over, his hard prick levitating in front of her face. Susan's tongue came out and touched it, "Let me oil this up for you."
"It's your ass," agreed Don. He gave a small groan as Susan's mouth slid over his erect member. She pushed her head down far, feeling the large prick going in deeper, pinning her tongue to the bottom of her mouth and pushing at the back of her throat. She gagged a little, sending more saliva over it a wet coating. Then she moved back, looking up at Don who's face was a picture of contentment. She repeated the motion, taking the prick deep into her mouth, as she leaned forward she could feel the butt-plug moving slightly in her ass, doing its job well. Above her Don gave a groan of pleasure.
Susan continued the blowjob for a few moments, she wanted to make sure Don was hard and his cock was so wet it would slide in, but she had to make sure he didn't cum in her mouth. Sure, sometimes a wet sloppy bj was all a woman needed for the perfect night, but not when she was looking forward to getting her ass fucked. She pulled her mouth back one last time, looking approvingly at the large cock, quivering in front of her, dripping saliva. The brunette stood up and pulled at the butt-plug. It came out with a pop. She dropped it on the floor and jumped onto her bed, spreading herself out and gripping her ass cheeks to pull them apart. She turned her head to Don, "You're ready, I'm ready. Now come fuck my ass."
Within seconds he was on her back, his hard, muscular frame pushing at her as he guided the iron slab of meat into her back passage. Susan groaned, clawing at the bed, as the large dick entered her ass. The butt-plug had helped, but even so it was like being pulled in two as the cock carved down deep. Her ass stretched and ached more as Don continued to drive it down, past where the butt-plug had been and into territory, which if not virgin was at least untouched for a couple of weeks. Susan closed her eyes and grunted, she knew what was coming and didn't mind a bit of painful stretching as a prelude to the high-intensity orgasms she'd soon be getting. But as she tensed she could feel Don slow, as if he was concerned that her ass couldn't cope with his big dick. Susan gave another groan and let out a call of encouragement, "Fuck me stud, fuck my ass hard."
He continued working his cock in, sometimes pausing and pulling back to thrust deep down again. The anal walls stretched, letting the saliva soaked slab of sex slide deeper. The young man moved faster, his thrusts harder, pushing further into the wanton asshole. Susan gasped in pleasure as she could feel it move so deep that it was hitting her clit from behind, the blasts of pleasure from the stimulation of her G-spot mixing with the waves of bliss from nerve endings in her ass getting stimulated. She let out a moan, "Fuck my ass harder. Gape it, open it, wreck it."
"No problemo, Susie," gasped the young hunk and he continued to move faster and harder. His hard body whacked against hers, the pecs bouncing as he hit her body and his hard stomach slapping into the small of her back so perfectly that it was like they were almost moulded together. Susan could feel herself being shoved deeper into her soft bedding, her wet pussy soaking the quilt as it pushed into her front hole and her hard nipples warming with the friction as they rubbed against the duvet. She gripped the quilt and gasped, the pleasure was strong and getting stronger. Above her Don was moving quicker and harder, really hammering his rock hard dick as far as it could go and it could go a long way, "This good Susie, this good for you?"
"Oh God this is so fucking good, this is so fucking hard," shrieked Susan as the dick rammed at her ass. She had enjoyed having her pussy ploughed by the huge prick, but this was twice as great, a fantastic blast of orgasmic gratification which raced round her body like a Superbike rally. Don's hard body continued to pound on top of her, with every thrust she could feel his breathe on the back of her neck, coming in short spurts and feel the warmth of his skin, made wet by the sweat soaking it. She screamed again as another wave of pleasure shot round her body, "This is so fucking hot. Ram my ass harder, ram it open. I want to feel it."
Don was grunting in exertion as he gave it his all. Pounding down so hard that the bed creaked and wobbled, its legs shaking like it was in an earthquake and was struggling to stand. Susan was screaming, loud and passionate, a series of cries. Her ass was exploding with joy, a constant series of orgasms flying through her. She could feel the cum pumping from her cunt, making the bed damp beneath her. The strong, hard dick pounded down, hammering her G-spot from behind and blasting her with pleasure. She shrieked again, "Fuuuuuccckkk... this is... fuuuucckkkk, fuuuccckkk, fuuuucckkk!"
There was no warning of the cum explosion. One moment Don was pumping down, the next he had stopped and his prick was pumping white gooey semen into Susan's ass. The Milf moaned in pleasure as the cum slid down her chute
, both burning as it went over her sore points and soothing as it slid down. Don pulled out and Susan moved onto her back, letting the cum slide out of her ass and pool on the bed beneath. Vaguely she thought she might want to change the sheets tomorrow.
*
"Hi Mom," Julie Mayer entered the house and dropped her night bag on the couch.
Susan looked up from her coffee and the morning paper and asked, "How was you Dad's?"
Julie didn't answer, which always suggested she had a good time or else she'd have bucked her Mom's morale up by telling her how terrible it had been and that her Dad's new girlfriend was the worst cook ever. Instead she smiled and asked a question of her own, "How was last night? Do anything exciting?"
"Not really," said Susan, "I went for a quick drink with Bree and then came back and changed the sheets on the beds."
Julie shook her head in despair, "You really should spend the evening out properly and make sure you have some fun, not hang round with Bree moaning about your love lives." She went back to the couch to pick up her bag to take to her room, suddenly she paused and turned to her Mom, an innocent frown on her face, "Mom, why are your panties on the floor?"
The End.
Sparring
The redheaded martial artist Katherine hurled a couple of irritable kicks at the punching bag, her large breasts bouncing with the movement. Typical Elaine. Late as usual, she fumed as she practiced a few more basic combos on the bag, the front of her modified martial arts gi flipping up to expose her white panties each time she kicked high. Despite its modifications, it was really meant to be worn with trousers or shorts; but when practicing alone -- or, especially and even better, with Elaine -- she liked the outfit the way it was now.
Damn, Katherine thought. Still too slow. I'm pausing too long to consider my attacks, instead of shifting fluidly from one strike to the next, instinctively deciding. She knew why, of course. Her mind was stuck too much on Elaine, her frequent sparring partner and close friend, among... other things. She really wasn't in the mood for training. Katherine sighed wryly, and allowed herself to relax. Immediately the visions of Elaine came in full force. The glorious elegance of her fighting style, the beautiful peril of her unpredictable spinning attacks...Her constantly shifting, volatile ready stance, the frequent transitions in weight causing her breasts -- slightly smaller than Katherine's own, but still large -- to bounce alluringly... The finesse of Elaine's techniques -- and not just her fighting ones.
Katherine's hand went up to her breast, almost without her realizing it, and rubbed softly as she immersed herself in memories of Elaine, her partner in training, combat...and love. Those glorious moments when their lips met, the way Elaine's mouth moved against her own, the lips opening slightly... She caught herself and paused, but shrugged her hesitation off; her practice was going nowhere anyway. With a resigned sigh, Katherine pulled her martial arts gi off her breast and rolled her finger over her hardening nipple, gently teasing its tip as Elaine had done not long ago. She sighed again. Elaine... where are you?
Suddenly, Katherine heard soft, almost silent footsteps behind her, and she tugged her hand reluctantly away from herself. Only Elaine was that quiet. I guess she's right there, she thought with amusement. Predictable. You would come late, and then try to open with a sneak attack, wouldn't you? But then, it is part of my craft as a martial artist to be ready for any attack at any time. Katherine turned her head slightly to watch Elaine out of the corner of her eyes, pushing aside her fantasies in the real-life presence of her partner. But as subtle as Katherine's motion was, Elaine spotted it and realized that Katherine had seen her. Elaine ran forward, trying to take advantage of what little surprise she had left. Katherine hastily pulled her top back into place and whipped around, deflecting an attempted grab of some sort. Elaine slipped away backwards and into her familiar ready stance.
Katherine looked directly into the eyes of her old partner, gazing at the cute, seemingly innocent face framed by light-blonde hair. Though she looked innocently youthful, Elaine's eyes betrayed the burning determination and passions within, much like Katherine's own usually did -- although in this case, Katherine's eyes were clouded with her distracting longings. Katherine sank into the depths of Elaine's eyes, imagining how she would rather see them: half closed, the fiery passion within directed at Katherine herself, rather than her defeat, the cute lips beneath pouted in pleasure. Her look ran over her partner and lover, a long, lingering gaze of desire. Elaine's body was as scantily clad as Katherine's own; it was barely covered by a thin, predominantly purple, floral minidress. With an effort, Katherine attempted to push aside her lustful thoughts, and the physical sensations of arousal they inspired. She slipped defiantly into a ready stance, signing "come here!"
Elaine spun in forwards, her typical offensive technique. Katherine's stare, ostensibly searching for cues as to what attack Elaine would use, ended up mostly lingering with longing on her smooth, long legs. She spotted Elaine's intended strike through luck and coincidence. One of those gorgeous legs was out of rhythm. Katherine ducked the high spinning kick on instinct, trying to ignore the titillating glimpse it offered of Elaine's cute, partially see-through underwear -- had Elaine done that on purpose? -- and swung her own leg in a low sweep at Elaine. Elaine jumped over it. Katherine slipped into a defensive stance, and they stared each other down.
"Naughty Elaine, trying to distract me with her cute outfit," Katherine mocked lightly.
"Obviously it worked," Elaine replied with a smirk, "or why would you bring it up?" Katherine cursed under her breath. Dammit! She's right. Get your mind back on the fight, or you'll lose! she chided herself desperately. But Katherine's desire refused to subside, the flash of Elaine's panties burned into her mind. Frustrated, she strove to ignore that section of her thoughts, and attempted to return the rest of her consciousness to the fight.
Katherine stepped in, throwing a feigned jab, before swinging her real attack with her other hand. Elaine read the basic combo easily, let the decoy strike bounce off her guard, and sidestepped the genuine blow. Elaine's off hand pinned Katherine's outstretched arm across Elaine's chest as she slipped around behind Katherine. Elaine reached out two fingers of her main hand and gently laid them on the back of Katherine's neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Touch," Elaine said softly. Katherine sighed and nodded, acutely aware of her arm restrained across Elaine's bosom. The soft flesh beneath the silk was pressed teasingly against Katherine; she could even feel one mocking nipple. She desperately wanted to touch Elaine -- properly, deliberately, unrestrainedly; not like this. Elaine released Katherine and stepped back, and Katherine reluctantly slipped back into a ready stance.
Elaine met Katherine's eye again, and it seemed to Katherine that her weakness was laid bare to the piercing gaze. Every ounce of her distraction and disinclination to continue fighting seemed revealed, while Elaine's own eyes were veiled, showing nothing. Unusual, Katherine noted. Usually there's naked determination in those eyes when she fights; but now she's concealing herself from me. What is she hiding? Is it possible...?
Then Elaine winked and smiled at Katherine, shattering her flagging concentration and dissolving all her coherent thoughts. Taking advantage of the successful distraction, Elaine charged forward in a blur, and Katherine weakly raised her hands, barely deflecting the opening pair of attacks. Then Elaine's leg swept low, and easily flicked Katherine's feet off the floor. Katherine's legs went out from under her, and she landed hard on her back. Elaine followed her down, leaning alluringly over Katherine, her breasts -- mostly visible through the thin fabric of the minidress -- swaying appealingly.
"Surrender?" Elaine asked. Katherine shook her head faintly, though she wondered what else she could do -- she couldn't remember any of her numerous moves to get out of a situation like this, not with that mesmerizing bosom hanging over her. It was taking much of Katherine's self-control simply to avoid laying her hands on the compelling breasts. God, she wanted to feel her love
r -- now.
"Oh?" Elaine continued, and leaned in further. Katherine feared a painful joint lock, but Elaine had much worse in mind -- she gave Katherine a soft, lingering kiss on the lips, stunning her.
"Are you sure?" Elaine asked, pulling back and licking her lips, wordlessly offering her lover more if she would just surrender. Katherine wanted so badly to give in, and take up Elaine's unspoken offer... but lose? Throw a fight? Then she finally remembered a counter-move, and in fact one perfect for the situation...
"Yeah," Katherine said, firmly, suddenly and defiantly. This surprised Elaine, who -- rightfully -- thought she had Katherine at her mercy. But Elaine's surprise at Katherine's words was nothing to her shock at her opponent's next move. Quick as a whip, Katherine wrapped her arms around Elaine, pushed off the floor with her foot, and rolled over. Now Elaine was lying beneath Katherine, pinned by her sparring partner's seat on her stomach. Elaine tried to sit up, but Katherine placed a hand on her breast and pushed her back down, before giving in briefly to temptation and giving Elaine a gentle rub, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Katherine put her lips to her lover's ear.
"No winner?" she whispered sensually. Elaine nodded, and Katherine shifted her weight off Elaine's stomach to lean over her. She reached her hand up to her top, freeing one of her breasts to fall out tantalizingly over Elaine's face; Elaine readily opened her lips and accepted the hard nipple as Katherine's other hand stroked Elaine's own breast. Katherine relished the long-awaited contact, loving the feel of Elaine's tongue against her finally-bared flesh, and her own hand cupped around her lover's breast.
"God, Elaine, I want you so bad," Katherine breathed, slipping off her pinned sparring partner, reluctantly surrendering the feeling of Elaine's mouth around her nipple. Elaine giggled girlishly as she sat up.
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