6 comments/ 212118 views/ 18 favorites Dinner Dance By: FarmersDaughter This is a true story about a Dinner Dance that I attended a good number of years ago. I had gone to it with my then boyfriend Greg, his best friend Robby and Robby's date Jane. The story doesn't really involve the Dinner Dance itself – it's what happened after the dance that was exciting. Just before the end of the dance somebody went round and passed the word that there had been a bad snow storm further North and that the road was blocked. All four of us lived north, beyond where the road was blocked. We all knew that we couldn't get home and none of us had any friends or relatives who lived in the town that the dance was being held in to be able to scrounge a bed off for the night. Greg and Robbie went off to the hotel reception to see if they could get us any rooms Eventually, they both appeared back to announce that there were no rooms in that hotel but that they had managed to get a room in another one. "One room," Jane and I exclaimed. "That's all there is available in this whole town – everywhere is booked solid due to the weather," explained Robby. "It is a double queen bedded room" Greg went on to tell us. Jane and I looked at each other and both realized that we didn't really have any other option. "Okay, but Becky and I are sharing one and you guys are sharing the other" said Jane. I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed –I wasn't a virgin and I'd been looking forward to some sex later that night courtesy of Greg. I knew that Jane's cherry was still intact. She wasn't really one of my crowd at college but it was well know there that she was still intact and no guy had managed to penetrate her defenses yet. I have to admit that we were kind of chilly with each other – I have to admit that Greg wasn't the first guy I'd had sex with and there had been quite a number of other guys who I'd given blowjobs to. Basically, if a guy took me out for a drink or a meal I'd suck him off. It was my way of saying thank you – and anyway I loved the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth. I also enjoyed it when he would shoot his load down my throat. What was interesting was that different guys cum tasted different. I felt that I had him under my control when his cock was in my mouth. I know some girls felt that it was the other way around – my argument to them was that if I wanted to I could bite it off – therefore I was the one in control. Jane and I phoned home to our parents and explained that we were stuck down south due to the snow storm. Both of us told them that we had managed to get two hotel rooms – the boys in one and us in the other. Both sets of parents seemed satisfied with the arrangements. We got into Robby's car and headed of to the hotel where we had managed to get our room. Once we checked in Robby wanted to go to the bar – he could now have a drink since he'd been the designated driver for the night. All four of us headed into the bar and Robby ordered a round. He ordered doubles – he wanted to catch up to the rest of us – we'd had a four hour head start on him. Needless to say Greg, Jane and I were pretty soon feeling the effects of the drinks that Robby was buying for us as we were already pretty far gone. After about an hour and at least five rounds of drinks – all at Robby's expense it was agreed that we all adjourn to our room. Jane and I told the guys that we would get changed in the bathroom and that they could get changed in the bedroom. When we were ready we would call them to make sure that there were in their bed and had the lights off so that Jane and I could get into our bed. To tell the truth I wasn't really bothered – I was feeling horny and with the amount of alcohol that I'd had my inhibitions were pretty far gone. Jane was pretty drunk too but I could tell why she was concerned. When she removed her evening dress, she was naked underneath it – no bra and no panties. "I didn't want any lines" she explained to me. "Don't worry" I told her as I removed my dress. I had a bra on but no panties. " I didn't want any lines either but with boobs my size I'd have taken someone's eye out with them." We both laughed at that. I couldn't help but notice Jane's body. Her boobs were really perky with pink nipples and her pussy hair was pretty sparse which didn't do much to cover her neat little slit. I on the other hand had heavier boobs than hers and my nipples are quite dark – they are a lot darker nowadays after childbirth (this was all twenty years ago – Jane is now pretty hefty, I saw her a couple of years ago at a college reunion). My pussy had a thick mat of dark hair which didn't cover the fact that I had a set of large, puffy pussy lips (I still have them but now I tend to keep myself shaved smooth, I've finally learnt to accept them and in fact I'm quite proud of them). Jane and I both knew that we didn't have anything to wear and we'd be naked in bed together. Only the day after did I wonder why we didn't get the boys shirts to put on – but hindsight is a great thing. We shouted through to the boys that we were ready and to turn off the lights. They told us it was okay. We opened the bathroom door and true to their word the lights were off. When we were feeling for the bed nearest the bathroom – this was the one that we'd agreed to have, Greg turned on the light. He was in one bed and Robby was in the other. Jane froze to the spot and so did I. "What's going on guys" I asked. "Come on you can't expect Robby and I to sleep together with two beautiful girls in the next bed to us can you. Anyway, we're both too drunk to do anything to you." Secretly, I was glad about the situation. I knew that I'd get Greg's cock inside me later that night. I jumped into bed with him and pulled the covers over me. Jane was still stood at the foot of the bed I was in, she looked over at Robby like a scared rabbit. "It's okay, you're safe with me" he told her. She still stood there trying to make up her mind. I don't think that she realized that the longer she did this the longer the boys got to view her naked body. Eventually, she went over to the bed that Robby was in and climbed into it. She took one of her pillows and one of Robby's and stuffed them down the middle of the bed. She asked if there were anymore pillow in the room – she needed one more. I told her that there was usually extra pillow in the wardrobes. She turned to Robby and asked him to get another one for her. Robby said sure and hopped out of bed. I was amazed at what I saw. I didn't realize what a fit body he had. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him and his muscle tone was fantastic. Robby had been working in the Middle East for a couple of years and the physical work in the heat had definitely kept him in shape. He was tanned but his butt was pure white. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs at the sight of him – I positively gushed down there when he turned around. His cock was about the same length as Greg's but Robby's was much thicker in diameter. This was with it hanging limp – I imagined that a girl would have a hard time fitting his cock into her mouth when he was hard. I looked over at Jane and I could see her eyes were out on stalks – I imagine that she was thinking that there was no way anything that thick could fit inside a pussy. Robby gave her the pillow and Jane stuffed it down the middle between her and Robby – she now seemed satisfied that she was going to be safe. In my mind I was thinking that I'd be getting the pillows out of the way and would be sampling that fat cock between the lips of my mouth and ultimately the lips between my legs. Jane turned out the light and almost immediately I felt Greg's hand come over to touch my pussy. I parted my legs to allow him easier access. "You're so wet" he whispered. "I'm tired" I told him. I was really in need of cock but I was a bit uncertain about doing it in the same room as Robby and Jane. Greg persisted in playing with my pussy. I could have clamped my legs together and not allowed him access but I have to admit I was enjoying it. He was rubbing my clitty and pumping a couple of fingers in and out of my pussy. I kneaded my boobs and pinched my nipples. I love having them stimulated at the same time. After a while I reached over and started to stroke Greg's cock. With amount of alcohol he'd had that night I knew that the thoughts in his mind (fucking me) were probably more than he was going to manage physically. My pussy was soaking and I wanted a cock in it that night. So I wriggled down the bed and took him in my mouth. I knew that this would get him hard. I could hear Robby snoring lightly, so I imagined that both he and Jane were asleep. I went to work on Greg's cock and after a while I had got it hard enough to know that it would give me some satisfaction. Once it was hard I knew that I was going to have to help myself to it. I threw back the covers and got on top of him. I held his cock with one hand and spread my pussy lips with the other. I then slowly lowered myself down onto it. I was so wet that I took it all in one go. It felt so good to have my pussy filled. I then slowly pumped myself up and down on his cock. He was moaning softly as I worked up and down it. I pushed all the way down on it and ground my pubic bone against his. I needed more stimulation and proceeded to rub my clitty with one hand and pinch one of my nipples with the other. It didn't take too long for me to start moaning as well. The alcohol had dulled my senses a bit and I knew that I'd need a wild fuck to make me cum. As I got more excited and started fucking Greg harder I totally forgot about sharing a room with Jane and Robby. I have to admit I was getting carried away and started to make a bit of noise. At that the light came on and I looked over to see Jane. She was still getting her eyes used to the light and was blinking. She asked if I was okay – she finally managed to focus on me. I looked over at her. Her face was a picture! "You're having sex" she shouted. That woke Robby up and her lifted his head off the pillow and looked over as well. I was too far gone – I was in need of an orgasm and there was no way I was going to forgo one tonight. I continued to fuck Greg – there was no way I was going to stop. Occasionally, I'd look aver at Jane and Robby. Both of them were watching me bounce up and down on Greg's cock. I was sure that the angle I was at afforded them a view of my pussy as it slid up and down on Greg's cock. I didn't care – I felt hornier knowing that I was being watched. Once when I looked over I saw that Robby had his arm around Jane – he was tweaking her nipples with one hand and his other hand was definitely rummaging around under the sheets. I imagined that he was getting to work on her pussy. I knew that they were both watching me and I was determined to put on a good show for them – I also knew that Greg would suffer from "hair trigger" trouble due to the amount of alcohol that he'd consumed. Every time I looked over I could see that Jane was getting hotter – I secretly hoped that she and Robbie would start to fuck as well – then I could watch them. What's more I might get to see her lose her virginity to that fat cock that was between Robby's legs. I continued to grind my pussy lips against Greg's pubes. My clitty was sticking out like a tiny cock – I was rubbing it like mad and could feel the first orgasm starting. At this point I got carried away and went for it. I know I had at least four orgasms – one after the other. I was moaning and screaming. Eventually, I felt Greg's cock start to twitch and pulse inside my pussy. I knew that he was pumping his cum inside me. I loved it when a guy pumped his seed inside me – I still do. I climbed off Greg and lay on my back. Greg almost immediately fell asleep. I lay there with my legs apart and I was too washed out to pull the sheet over me. I wanted the chilly air to cool my hot, well fucked pussy. I didn't care that Jane or Robby could see my recently fucked pussy. I knew that my large pussy lips would be swollen and visible to them even through my thick mat of dark pubes. Once I'd got my breath back I looked over at Jane and Robby's bed. I was amazed – Robby had managed to get the covers off Jane's boobs and he was sucking one and squeezing the other. Jane was wriggling and squirming. I could tell that she wasn't trying to get away from his attentions – she loved it. I t didn't take Robbie long to get a hand down under the sheets towards her pussy. I lay there watching – I was about to witness her losing her cherry and I have to admit that it was a turn-on. Eventually, Robbie moved the pillows that separated his body from Jane's. I watched mesmerized. I think that they were totally unaware of the fact that I was watching them. I thought it was a fair bargain – they'd got to watch me fuck Greg. As I watched Robby slid under the sheets – I knew he was going to lick Jane's pussy. I could see his head was between her legs. She had her eyes shut and was moaning. Both of her hands came up and she started to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Robby must have spent a good ten minutes working his tongue between her legs. I was still lying on my bed with my legs apart – I didn't care that they could see my well fucked pussy. At the moment though, they were too busy with themselves to look my way. Robby then worked his way up from Jane's pussy. He was kissing her belly and eventually he was sucking and squeezing her boobs. I could see one of his hands disappear beneath the sheets. I just knew that he was fixing to guide his fat prick into her virgin pussy. I saw his buttocks thrust forward, even though they were still covered by the sheet. Jane let out a long low moan. I have to admit that I was excited watching "Little Miss Prim and Proper" lose her cherry. Robby then began to pump his cock in and out of her. I imagined that is what he was doing as his buttocks rose and fell under the sheet. Jane was in ecstasy. She was letting herself go and seemed to be enjoying it. It didn't take Robby long to build up to a steady rhythm between her legs. As I lay there I desperately wanted to see his thick cock pumping her tight pussy. Robby must have read my mind. He flipped her over onto all fours. He had positioned her so that her ass was turned towards me at a slight angle. I saw Robby take his cock in one hand and guide it towards her pussy. Even though Robby's thick cock had just been inside her – it still looked neat and tidy. It was nothing like my pussy. My pussy lips always get puffy and bigger when I've had sex. I watched as his cock slowly slid inside her. He eased it all the way in until his balls were hard against her pussy. He grabbed her hips and started pumping her. I could see her juices coating his cock. I was getting more and more excited watching the spectacle in front of me. I reached down and started to stroke my pussy as I watched. Jane was now pushing back against Robby's thrusts. I knew she was enjoying it. Robby looked over at me – he knew I was watching them. I still kept rubbing my pussy and in fact turned a little so that he could get a better view of my pussy. I wanted him to see it and to see how wet I was. It was soaking with both my juices and the load of cum that Greg had deposited inside me. I looked over at Greg and found that he was sound asleep. He'd got off and was obviously satisfied. On the other hand I wasn't yet. I was still one horny young lady who hoped the night wasn't over yet. What Robby did next just about took my breath away. I watched him stick one of his thumbs in his mouth. Once it was wet he guided it towards Jane's ass. He has been kneading her ass cheeks and had been slowly kneading them apart to expose her rosebud. I was amazed as he slowly slid his thumb into her ass. Jane let out a low animal like groan. He kept his thumb buried in her ass as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her pussy. I was getting wetter – I was trying to imagine what it would be like to have my ass penetrated. I had never been fucked in the ass before – no guy had even tried to finger it. I watched as Robby slicked up his other thumb and eased it between her cheeks as well. Slowly, he eased that into her ass. I could see that he was spreading her asshole apart. I hoped that I was going to see him shove his fat cock into her tight ass. After a few more minutes he withdrew his cock from her pussy and placed his big cockhead at her ass. He held her cheeks apart and pushed forward. His cock was coated with Jane's pussy juice and ever so slowly he eased it into her ass. Initially, he just kept the head of his cock inside her. As she became more relaxed with it he pushed more of it inside her. I don't know how long he took – time had become a bit of a blur – but he finally had all of his cock buried inside her. I watched as he reached around and started to rub her clit. Robby had found the right spot – Jane was now bucking like mad as he finger her little love button. Robby then reached around with his other hand and grabbed one of her tits. I just knew that Robby was going for it now. He looked over at me and smiled. I was by this time ramming three fingers inside my pussy with one hand and rubbing my clitty with the other. I was determined to have another orgasm tonight. Robby managed to hang onto the bucking Jane. She ended up having a couple of orgasms before I saw Robby's buttocks tighten. I knew he was now shooting a load of cum up her ass. Jane relaxed and slumped beneath Robby. He then slowly removed his cock from her ass. It was covered in his come and from the angle I was at I could see a trickle of it leaking from her. I felt my orgasm hit me at that point. Robby rocked back on his heels and looked over at me – this sent me over the edge. I came even harder than I had when Greg had been inside me. Jane was laid out face down and she seemed to have no energy left. Robby got up off the bed and pulled the sheet up over her exposed ass. Robby then made his way to the bathroom. I lay there for a moment before making up my mind. I got up off my bed and followed him into the bathroom. Robby was washing his hands and cock. I reached over and told him that I'd wash it for him. He smiled and said that would be nice. I just wanted to feel that thick cock with my own hands. I could feel it coming back to life as I washed it and fondled it. I have to admit I was very enthusiastic. It only took a couple of minutes and it was rock hard. I wanted so much to feel it between my legs. Robby picked me up and placed my ass on the vanity. He spread my legs and exposed my fleshy pussy lips. I looked down and could see some of Greg's cum dribbling out of me. Robby grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down my pussy lips. Once it was coated with the mixture of my juice and Greg's cum he slid it into me. I t felt so good – his fat cock was stretching my pussy. I'd never had such a fat cock inside me. I felt no guilt about Greg – I just wanted Robby to fuck my cunt and fill me with his cum. We both went at it like animals. He pumped hard and fast and I tried my best to push back against them. I felt him reach around my back towards my ass. As he continued to pump my pussy he slowly slid one of his fingers inside my ass. I loved it – it felt so good. It didn't take too long before I felt his cock spurt s load of cum inside me. I had managed an orgasm which I think had been brought on by the fingering he had given to my ass. When Robby had eased his cock out of my pussy I looked down at it. My pussy lips were the fluffiest I had ever seen them. They were gaping apart and cum was running out of them. Robby also looked down and almost immediately he dropped to his knees and started to lick my pussy clean. I really did love this. Up until this point not too many guys had eaten my pussy – and that was before they'd fucked me. Now Robby was down between my legs licking me clean and not only was his cum inside me but Greg's as well. I really couldn't believe it. When I look back from now I think it was probably the most erotic thing that had happened to me up until that time. After he'd licked me clean and got on my knees and sucked his cock clean. Dinner Dance And..... We had been invited to my husband's Sunday league football team's annual end of season dinner dance held in the club house. It was an occasion that everyone looked forward to as an excuse to dress up and have a good time. My husband, Rob, had persuaded me to wear a loose strappy top, short flared skirt with a minute G'string, and high heels. With my long hair specially curled for the event I looked good even if I say so myself. I enjoyed several drinks before the dinner was served and shared a few bottles of wine over dinner with others on our table. We were on a table with one other couple and 4 single guys, and so as the only two women on the table both myself and Sonia were subjected to more and more suggestive chat and flirting as the dinner went on. Sonia was wearing a trouser suit with a shirt which hid her body, and so most of the attention was directed at me, which I loved. Passing the salt or wine or whatever they could all think of became my job so that I would have to lean over to pass them, and they would get a tantalizing view down my loose top at most of my breasts. I was obviously enjoying the attention as my nipples were as hard as rocks and plainly evident as they made their presence obvious against the thin material of my top. Once the speeches, champagne toasts, and the awards for the best goal, best player etc had finished the disco began and Rob soon pulled me up to dance. When we eventually sat down I just had time to have a glass of wine when one of the single guys asked me for a dance, Rob said it was OK so I off I went, after another ten minutes I managed to sit down again and have another glass of wine before Rob whisked me off to dance again. As we danced to a slow record he started to let his hands drift over my skirt to stroke my bottom, gradually his hands began to explore more of my body until he was gently rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb with one hand while pulling me closer with his other hand on my bum. I was feeling quite aroused as his hands played with me and I started to rub my crotch over his thigh whenever I could. Just as I was letting myself go he was tapped on the shoulder and another guy took me in his arms and let his hands drift over my bottom with an occasional squeeze of a buttock. When that record ended another one came on and he continued to let his hands wander over my bum, I realised that my skirt was being slowly hiked up, then suddenly a big cheer went up all around me, and I looked up and saw my arse on the plasma screen in front of me, I turned and saw Rob with Brian's video camera filming my arse with my skirt up to my waist. I wasn't that annoyed as these kind of antics usually went on at club meetings, and it looked like this year it was my turn to provide the entertainment. Needless to say I had a number of dances with several guys, with Brian being especially attentive taking every opportunity to tell me what a lovely arse I had, I told him that I was pleased that he had enjoyed the view and allowed him several good gropes of my arse through the skirt. I'd had a good night but now it was time to leave, so after several good night smooches with several of the single guys and a quick squeeze of my breasts by Brian and Eddie, Rob and I made our way to the car with Rob saying that it had been worth not drinking to see me enjoying myself and also telling me that he was looking forward to a really good sex session when we got to bed. I was happy and turned on by the events of the evening and now I wanted to enjoy my husband. We were driving the 8 miles home down the lanes when suddenly another car came towards us on our side of the road, Rob swerved off the road, but the car hit a boulder on the verge and the front wheel was badly damaged . After much swearing at the back end of the other car as it sped up the road, Rob called the breakdown services on the mobile. It was going to be about three hours as there had been a spate of accidents in the heavy rain. I was drenched with my top and skirt plastered to my body like a second skin. Luckily a few minutes later a set of headlights came down the lane and Rob managed to stop them, it was Brian, Eddie and Tony in a taxi on their way home, Rob asked them to drop me off while he waited for the truck. When we arrived at our house the guys insisted in coming in to make sure that I wasn't suffering from delayed shock. When we got in the boys found half a bottle of brandy while I changed into another mini skirt and a white silk shirt, which because of the drink I had had I didn't realise that my nipples could be clearly seen in. They poured me a brandy "for the shock" which I drank and then another one, Brian then linked up his video camera to the TV so that they could watch the film of the evening, mine wasn't the only arse they had captured that night but all three insisted that mine was the best one. Eddie then put a CD on and I was soon dancing with the lads in the lounge. As we danced I noticed Brian with the video again, and soon my skirt was hiked up round my waist as he filmed, the brandy had all gone and a bottle of cherry brandy was opened as they said that this would be better for the shock. As we danced I again felt my skirt being pulled but this time it was down over my hips and then it was off and flung into a corner of the room and I was left in just my G string, high heels and silk shirt, which came down to midway of my bum. The camera kept rolling and Tony let his hands wander over my virtually naked bum clenching , stroking, and squeezing my cheeks. I was too drunk and aroused to protest and they all took turns to dance with me and carry out their groping. I can't remember who it was who managed to undo several of the buttons on my shirt without me realising. Then a faster song came on and I was able to dance alone, rubbing my hands over my saturated G'string and thrusting my hips at my very attentive audience. I didn't realise that my breasts were occasionally on view as they peeked out from my partly open shirt. Eddie and Tony came toward me and danced with me then, both of them grabbed an arm each in one hand whilst they undid the other buttons on my shirt and soon my shirt joined my skirt on the floor, now I was left in just my G'string and heels. The camera kept rolling. I managed to grab another of cherry brandy which I downed in a couple of gulps, Brian poured me another glass, but instead of giving it to me he dipped his finger into it and traced my nipples with the liquid and invited the others to suck it off each nipple, It was fantastic, a man on each nipple, it felt so erotic and depraved. The camera kept rolling. Eddie and Tony continued to dance with me but their hand were everywhere, then they started to lick my nipples, Brian brought over the leather pouffe and I was laid across it with my legs wide apart, the g'string disappeared and suddenly I felt hands and fingers dipping into my pussy. The camera kept rolling. I will post Part 2 later, and perhaps some of my other adventures in the near future…. Dinner Dance "Time for bed" he said. Both of us trotted through to the bedroom. I got into bed with Greg and he got into bed with Jane. I felt the glow of a well fucked young woman around me – it didn't take too long for me to fall asleep after everything that had happened to me that night. In the morning I was awoken by Greg cuddling up behind me. I could feel his hard cock against my buttocks. I parted my legs and let him slip his cock into me. I was so tired that I just lay there and allowed him to fuck my pussy. It was a thrill to think that his best friend had also had his cock inside my pussy just a few hours earlier and I knew that he didn't have a clue about it. I was facing the bed that Jane and Robby were in. I opened my eyes to see her climb on top of him. Jane had thrown the sheets off of themselves. Robby's cock was standing to attention and Jane positioned herself over him. I watched as his fat cock slipped inside her. I wondered if she knew that he'd also fucked me. I didn't think that she did. It didn't take long for Greg to cum – I wasn't really bothered that I hadn't come since I'd had my fair share the night before. I watched Jane bouncing up and down on top of Robby. I saw his back arch and immediately knew that he was filling her pussy with his cum. As soon as he'd finished she climbed off him and headed for the bathroom with one of her hand over her pussy to stop any come leaking out. I also got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I wanted to get rid of Greg's cum from my pussy. The door was still open so I went in and closed the door. I turned to see Jane squatting over the loo – she was squeezing her muscles and forcing Robby's cum out of her. She pulled off a couple of sheets of toilet paper and wiped herself clean. Jane moved out of the way to let me do the same. I have to admit I wasn't the least embarrassed doing what could be seen as a very intimate act in front of Jane. I suppose she must have felt the same. Jane turned on the shower and jumped in. I sat on the loo and told her I would have a shower after her. We both talked about the night before. Jane swore me to secrecy – I wasn't to tell anyone that she'd lost her virginity. I promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone. She then went onto tell me that it had felt so good. She went onto describe how fat Robby's cock was and that she had been afraid that she wouldn't be able to get it inside her. I sat there and smiled – I too knew how good his cock felt. And I wanted to feel it inside my pussy again. But that as they say is another story! Stay tuned for the next installment. Dinner, Dancing and Doing It One night changed my life forever. I let my son make love to me. I felt so guilty I was afraid to face my husband, but strong as my guilty feelings were, I could not help my weakness for making love with my son. I am a very religious woman and what bothers me even more than the fact that the incident occurred, is the fact that I enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted more of the same. I got my wish and we are still continuing to carry on our affair, even as I write this. My husband is an executive. One trip, a few months ago, he was away for several days. The second night I took my son, age 18, to a restaurant. During the meal he had removed his sandals and was running his bare foot up and down my leg, I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. He said he like the feel of panty hose. Not wishing to make a scene in public, I let him have his way. Actually, I got a little thrill out of his sneaky footsy game The restaurant where we ate had a small dance floor, and since it was Friday there was a small band playing. I sighed that I hadn't danced in years. My son asked me if I want to dance with him. Since his father hadn't taking me "to trip the light fantastic" in so long, I agreed. I have always loved to dance, finding it romantic and sensual. But I didn't consider that I would transfer those feelings to my son. The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit me harder than usual, because when we started to dance I lost my balance for a moment and had to lean on my son for support. This made us begin to dance very close as a slow waltz was played. My son had dancing classes and now his lessons really showed. He took a firm lead and holding me closer still, glided us around the floor. I swelled with pride as my handsome son showed me his skills. He held me tightly on the turns and my breasts pressed against his chest. When that would happen he would take a deep breath and seem to enjoy the sensation. I didn't mind, it really was very complementary. As we moved together I felt his leg bushing against mine and even between them occasionally. This was exciting me and my clit was getting bigger and beginning to protrude from its sheath. Soon the movements of dancing and frontal friction made me dampen my panties! I was embarrassed, but trying not to let it be too obvious that I was getting turned on. In that position, with our legs entwined as we twirled and swayed, I felt what I was sure was my son's stiff penis nudging against me on purpose. When that dance ended I decided that we had better go home. It had been some dance! I hadn't gotten like that since my husband and I were still dating. On the way home as we walked side by side, he asked me if I missed his father. I answered yes, not suspect for one moment what he was getting at. He put his arm around my waist and whispered he take care of me while Daddy was away. I then began to wonder. Was my son sensing my feeling of neglect? Was he trying to fill the emptiness? Did he have something more mind that a sexy dance? I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but my son had made me feel loved and wanted. Only, I wondered, what he really wanted exactly. As we walked, his hand on the small of my back slipped lower down to my hips; I felt a strange desired begin to take seed. Soaking Having arrived home, after a light walked, he went off to bed. I went and drew a bath, I love relaxing in the tub. As I lay there, content in the warm water, my thoughts drifted to the events of the evening. I remember the erotic feeling of my son's foot rubbing on my leg; I recalled when we had danced close how my breasts were squeezed to his chest and how his thigh had pressed between my legs. Occasionally, at first it would slide across my Mons and clit, and then he had become even bolder and mashed his male member against my abdomen. Had he known what he was doing to me? How excited and aroused it made me feel? I had gotten wet while we waltzed! His father had used the same tricks to seduce me when we were dating. The tingling returned down in my vagina. I had to admit it, I was horny, and my son was the one of brought those needs to the surface. The water felt sensual and I decided to masturbate to relieve the sensual hunger I was feeling in my loins. My hands began to massage my breasts. They had yet to lose much of their girlish firmness. I pulled at the nipples until they were erect. They'd been stiff when we had danced too. Then my fingers slip down my trembling body to play with my throbbing clit, to bring the urgent release I desperately needed. I spread my legs as my fingers searched for the little pleasure bud. I pulled my labia open, exposing my nub and began to stimulate it using the slippery juices from my hot hole. I put a couple fingers in there too and let my mind wander to thoughts of what I'd seen of my son sometimes, when I caught sight of him nude after a shower or changing clothes. My eyes couldn't help seeing what a terrific body he had. I began to think of those forbidden thoughts that dance has started, I began to pretend it was my son who was my lover and it made my head pulse with lust for his cock. As I brought myself close to my climax I looked up. There, in the slightly open door peaking in, with his hand on his erect penis, was my son. I almost fainted, from embarrassment or lust I'm not sure. I must have been lying there for a good 10 to 15 minutes fingering myself before I noticed him staring at me. I wondered if he had been there the whole time. Oh! My god! Had I called his name as I was fantasizing about him poking his stiffness into my center? I couldn't remember, but there was no place to hide. Then he just walked into the bathroom! I asked him to leave but he was persistent, and started asking me all kinds of questions about my relationship with his father. Did we make love often? Did I cum several times when we screwed? Did his father satisfy my sexual desires completely? Did I think his dad's dick was big enough? I could see my son's fully erect man-meat was large enough to fulfill all that I could ask for. I realized that during our conversation he had been stroking that flesh pole and I had continued to massage my titties and strum my pussy lips as I cautiously replied to his graphic grilling. I finally got up in wrap myself in the towel. He followed me into the bedroom . . . naked. I was upset and annoyed but realized that something must have been bothering him terribly. When I'm confronted him, he admitted that he was insecure and wanted to spend the night in my bed. He said he felt like a social outcast and wanted to be near me, someone he knew really did love him. I thought I understood the feelings that a teenager has, but was unsure a night in his mommy's bed would make him feel more mature and confident. Yet, the sexual elements of the evening's events also made me suspicious of his motive. But, after more discussion I reluctantly agreed. I had to put the towel down to get into my nightgown. This gave my son a free view of his mother's body. I could see his penis getting erect again. I did something very naughty, I 'accidently' dropped my nightgown and then I had to reach down to pick it up. My son's eyes never left me as I've bent over with my back to him and my legs slightly apart. He had a very good look at his mother's pussy. I suppose that I was responsible for what happened later with that kind teasing. I got a secret charge out of exposing my most private place to him too. Wine always made me a wee bit wanton. Bundling Then we got in bed together. He was still naked. When I told him to get his night clothes on, he claimed that he never used pajamas but slept in the nude. Well I did that sometimes too, but I wasn't about to be 'in the raw' at the same time I was sharing a bed with my bare son. I didn't want to have a fuss over his sleeping in the buff, so I let him stay as he was in his 'birthday suit' I leaned over to kiss him goodnight and he pulled me to him in a tight hug. I could feel his erection poking me in the midsection as we kissed a bit longer than I had intended. I broke away from his embrace when he began to rub the boy-toy up and down on my tummy. I was glad I had the nightie on for at least some modesty's sake. The boldness of his hint of sexual coupling was made dangerous by the lubrication it elicited from between my thighs. But I wasn't going to let my son fuck me, just share the warmth and companionship of spending the night in bed with another person, even if it was his mother! My back was turned to him as we started to go to sleep and I could sense his body closed by from the warmth. Somewhere in the middle of night I awoke suddenly. My nightgown was rolled up all way to my arm pits; my son was lying tightly against me, his stomach to my back. His hands were wrapped around my body and he was softly fondly my erect nipples! His penis was turgid and tucked in between my thighs. It was rubbing against the outer labia and my vagina was secreting heavily. In other words, I was excited and turned on! I had no idea how long this had been going on. At first I didn't move. I was afraid to let on that I was awake. I kept wondering how long he had been doing this and whether or not he had attempted to penetrate me. My questions were soon answered. By maneuvering himself somewhat, his penis found the opening and slid in. It was large and rigid and I could not prevent my body from beginning to perspire from the excitement. My son was moaning and beginning to pump more vigorously. I could feel the ridge to his dick-head sliding in and out of the first couple of inches of my pussy. I knew there was plenty of length left to plumb me with. I could and should have stopped it right there . . . but I'd let it go on. I allowed him to continue and even began to move with him. My hips pushed back seeking to gain more of the hot staff within my yearning, burning cavity. He rolled me over on to my stomach, clinging to me as he did so. I found myself raising my buttocks, accepting him even deeper into me. The thick rod of his organ slid all the way to the bottom. I could feel the tip bumping the mouth of my womb. Pubic hair met pubic hair, as completely to the root of his rod my sex driven son rutted into his mother's cunt of unconditional love. He climax at that moment, screaming out into the darkness. I climax myself, the big bang - over the top / can't stop from cumming kind. Too exhausted and out of breathe to say anything, we both fell off to sleep without so much as one word having passed our lips. The Morning After The next morning I came downstairs, while he was still asleep upstairs in my bed. I was so full of shame I felt like bursting. Whom could I turn to, whom could I tell? How could I explain what had made me let my son fuck me? How could I ever admit to anyone the pleasure and satisfaction I took from being my son's lover? I went into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. As I sat there at the kitchen table I heard him get up and go to the bathroom. After the toilet flushed I heard him coming down the stairs. Now was the moment I dreaded, to have to look him in the face and say what we had done was not right, was not to be repeated, and was never to be talked about with another soul. Would he obey me, now that we had passed a threshold of intimacy that mothers and sons were forbidden to do? Would he want more of incestuous sex? Would he look into my eyes and see clear to my soul that I desired physical union again also, to have my child lying between the loins that birthed him? I stood up as he came into the room, but before I could say anything, he came over and gave me a tight hug. Then, he kissed me. It was a French kiss and took me completely by surprise. I pushed him away and shook my head, not trusting my voice to say no, for my knees had turned to jelly at that intimate act and something's stirred between my thighs once more. He sensed it for he took a step closer to me and put his hand around my body drawing me to his embrace again. He pushed at me with his hips. I tried to move back away from him, but I was stopped by the edge of the table. My arms went around him as he kissed me deeply with his tongue sliding into my mouth. I seem to have no will of my own. His hand move down to my buttocks and started to massage them, then they were pulling my robe, the only apparel I had on, off my shoulders then down and over my hips. Now I stood before my son completely stripped of clothing and of resistance to anything he wanted. My head the throbbed with passion, my clit pulsed with lust, my vagina dripped with readiness. My son dropped his jockey shorts, the only thing he was wearing, to the floor. He leaned me back so that I had to sit on the table. I scooted back even more and drew up my legs and spread them totally, exposing my crotch to my son, who now had become my lover. He bent down and began to lick my quim and stick his fingers into my vagina. His tongue drove me to heights I had never experienced before. My hands caressed his head gently as he was eating me. The raspy, fat, pink worm from between his teeth worked in concert with the nibbling lips beneath his nose. My taste and smell and flaps of female flesh were a feast for my son, the motherfucker. Then he rose up and stepped up close, touching my labia with his hard penis. The head of it was a bright red and look is big as his father's. I couldn't stop him this time either, nor did I want to. Indeed, I urged him to put it in and began to use language I reserved only for my fantasies. "Fuck me!" I told him, "Screw me! Oh, yes! Make me cum like crazy! Cream in me baby! I want your cum in me so bad!!" But he continued to rub the tip up and down my wet red-hot blood-red cleft. My hips were rising up off the table seeking to have him in my burning pit. Finally, my son, my incestuous lover, gave me what I was begging for. As his stiff rod slid into my cunt I groaned and panted, with a fevered trembling that shook my whole body. We were doing it again! This time he knew I wanted it just as much as he, and wanted him to squirt his load of baby-making juice deep inside his mother. He began to move faster as his climax built. I was moving my hips pumping in rhythm, thrusting back at my son. His balls beat against my asshole exciting me all the more. Then, he was finally climaxing inside me saying, "Oh . . . Mom! Oohh uh! Mom! Mommy! I love you! Come with me Mommy! CUM WITH MEEE!!" I had never dreamed of so intense a moment. My orgasm burst over me like a concussion from an explosion. I lunged my hips forward and pulled him to me so we were locked together as my body bounced in response to his demanding cock. I screamed in cumming with him. My eyes were clouded with a pink blurry haze of a semi-comatose trance. As I slowly came to my senses I realized that it was the second time we had made love in only 12 hours, yet I already look forward to the next, and wondered when it would be. Soon, I hoped. Rear Ended It was sooner than I expected. While I was still weak from that first morning's mighty orgasm, my son turned me over and placing his still extended pike against my opening and put it back in again. I came abruptly at once and then, in just moments it seemed, again, as his smooth slick dick moved back and forth powerfully in my vagina. He took me. I had no control over my physical reactions anymore. I was completely under my son's command. But he hadn't come in me the second time yet. I started to turn but he commanded me to stay like that. I felt him withdraw, heard him take a couple of steps and open a cabinet, then he was behind me once more. I had no idea what was going to happen until I felt the cold slippery sensation at my asshole. The hairs of my anus were being smeared; the crack of my butt was being lubricated. I had not the slightest doubt about what was to happen next. I had never allowed that, not even with my husband; no matter how much wine, I wasn't that wicked! "No, no!" I said as he began to work the Crisco into that most sensitive of places, but I knew he wouldn't stop. We were passed that point. I never had more than my husband's finger there before. Yet, that did excite me, in a different way; one that I thought now could be good, if done gently. My son lubricated his cock with the white grease. Then I fell him start to do it. When he first began to push, the head slid in without too much discomfort. As he got more and more into me though, it was uncomfortable and I wanted to protest. But all I could did do was grunt. Then, he started to move in an out ever so cautiously. I began to adjust to his bulk. I began to have a strange glowing feeling around my entire rear. I found that it was good! I was going to ass-cum with my son! He began to move from the delicate strokes with which he had started with and picked up the pace a bit as his prick dilated the sphincter muscle allowing a swifter sawing of the sausage stuffing my bottom. I opened myself to the inevitable, accepting the total submission this act symbolized. I could smell the faint fecal odor and the sensation of elimination and reversal cycling again and again which was queerly pleasurable in a way I had never experienced. He was pounding into me now, and was going to cum in my rectum. It was crazy! I've never been so totally turned on. I threw my ass upward toward him as I felt him pulse and throb with his orgasm, this made me cum too. It was a weird cum, with both my clit and my ass zinging and bucking all at the same time. I collapsed on the table totally exhausted and completely satisfied by my lover, my son. He rested his torso lightly upon my back. We lay like that for a few minutes, half supported by the table, our legs barely able to hold themselves up. My son finally stood erect and seemed to draw some kind of primordial strength from somewhere. No way could I have walked anywhere. In fact, I was lucky not to collapse to the floor. He reached out and scooped me up like a bride being carried over the threshold. Only we were both naked, with cum and all sorts of other things coating our genitals. Any bride would have considered the fuckings I had gotten to be honeymoon enough. Silently, without words, because we were too busy kissing, my son transport in his arms like a baby to the bathroom. He set me upon the toilet seat where I promptly peed in front of my son and lover without any embarrassment now. He began to draw a bath and helped me into the tub. He lathered up his hands and soaped me all over; everywhere, everything, inside and out, then rinsed me. He drew me out of the water and got in the tub himself then. With pleasure, I proceeded to wash my son's everything and everywhere, even inside him. We toweled each other off and changed the sheets on my bed. Then we lay down on it again, both of us naked and in love with each other. I felt guilty about it, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from having the best sex of my life. One night changed my life forever. The fact is that I enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted more of the same. I got my wish. We are still continuing to carry on our affair, even as I write this. Even as I write this, he is fondling my breasts and getting ready to fuck me again. So here I will end the story for now. I'm glad that I could turn to you; I know that at least you will understand. Dinner, Dancing, and Rape? It was a Thursday night in the middle of June before Claudia's birthday. It was humid and just turned to dusk. Ken invited an old friend out to dinner and some dancing, he thought it would be a good way to catch up with all that's been going on in these last few years and Claudia gladly accepted his offer. They talked over dinner exchanging laughs and stories of the old days. 'Remember that time where we drove almost all night trying to find a hotel room because I was under 21? We ended up in new Hampshire!' he recalled. 'Ha! Of course I do, how could I forget a night like that?' she exclaimed, flashing back to that night. *They were in the shower. She was bent over; one leg up on the side wall, ass and pussy exposed, her tits hung down and were swaying with each thrust. He was ramming her hard from behind, his 9 inch cock barely fitting inside her, his balls slapping against her pronounced clit.* 'You alright?' he asked. She seemed to have drifted off thinking about that night. Her body reacted in a way she hoped it wouldn't. 'Yeah, I'm fine. Just got caught up in that memory,' she reassured him. His cock twitched at her Response. What did she mean 'caught up in that memory'? He thought to himself. *She was on her knees, one hand wrapped around his huge cock and the other fingering her pussy. The hot water beat against his shoulders and rolled down his chest. She had his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking with her tongue and pumping with her small hand. The vibrations from her moans rattled through her mouth onto his member and send chills down his spine.* He cleared his throat, 'would you like to go dancing now?' he asked trying to focus. She nodded at his request and they left the restaurant and headed to his car. Once alone, they continued talking till they reached their destination. The place was full of people but not overly crowded. She immediately moved on to the dance floor and swiveled her hips, her mini dress clung to her body, her ass just barely covered. She's beautiful, he thought to himself. Her body kept up with the fast paced rhythm of the music playing, he didn't want just some random guy or girl getting all of her action so he moved in close, grasping her hips from behind. Her body responded to the touch; her head fell back on his chest leaving her tits pushed out, her arms fell onto his shoulders, and her ass pushed up against his groin. They moved as one, his hands gliding on her sides and down her legs and to the front of her pelvis where he left them knowing that if she moved enough his hands would slip down on to her mound. She moved with all the intention of this exactly, her mind bringing back the memory of that night. *He laid her on the bed, legs parted he moved slowly in between moving his hand up her outer thigh then on to her hip. He did so till he had grasped her large breast in his hand and took her perked nipple into his mouth. They were both wet from the shower and the room was foggy with steam. He pushed his hips in the direction of hers; she opened her legs allowing easier access. They kissed as his cock entered her womanhood; she moaned in pain and pleasure from how large he was.* He moved his hands down and rested them on her mound, his semi hard cock pushing up against her ass. The thin material of her dress was barely a barrier from his hands and cock, even if his jeans were in the way. Her nipples reacted to the memory, his hands, and his cock; they grew hard, noticeably poking out for everyone to see. He rested chin on her shoulder, his lips just centimeters from her neck. She could feel his breath and it she automatically turned her head to face him. He moved one hand up from her mound, brushing it against her hard nipples, and grasping her neck. He lightly choked her while plunging in for the kiss. Their lips met and her body went numb. She pulled away in an outrage and stormed out of the building, cursing obscenities under her breath. She found her way to his car which was locked. He ran to her, 'What's wrong? Did I do something?' he asked in a panic. 'Yes, You think that you can just bring me out and bring up that one time we fucked and think that you'll have that again?! That's what this is!' she screamed, 'open the fucking car, I want to leave.' He did and they both got in. 'That isn't what this is. That, in there. I don't know what that was. Of course I want you! Look at yourself, who wouldn't want you? I'm sorry.' he pleaded. She didn't respond. 'You know what? I'm sick of this. You can act like your all high and mighty but we both know you want my cock.' he snapped. She stared a black hole through him. If looks could only kill. 'Take. Me. Home. NOW!' she screamed. He left the car, opened the trunk and removed a small bag, came back to the driver's seat and sat down with it. 'What is that?' she asked in a snark tone. 'This is what you want, deep down inside that ice queen persona you have, this is what you truly want,' he answered in a calm voice. Her eyes grew that the comment. It was dark where he parked so she could not see very well what he was about to do. He removed duct tape, grabbed both of her wrists and effortlessly bound them together. 'What the fu....' she spit as he put tape on her lips. He locked the doors to the car and quickly put a blindfold over her eyes. Finally he bound her feet together so she wouldn't have any leverage on him. She tried to scream through the tape only to be muffled. He leaned close to her ear and whispered 'if you don't fight this, it won't hurt you. If you do want to fight this, this is going to kill you'. She trembled. He reached over her body and pulled the leaver on the seat, her seat plummeted backwards. She was laying there with her dress hiked up and her shaven pussy showing. She heard the car start and felt it move in reverse, then forward. This can't be happening, this can't be happening! How am I supposed to get out of this? She thought to herself in terror. Her body was betraying her; even her mind was switching teams. Her body grew hot, not with nervousness but with excitement. All she could think about was his 9 inch cock. How good it would feel forcing its way into her right pussy, how dirty she would feel if he blew his load in her. She thought of all the possibilities that could happen, all the places he would shoot his load, all the ways he would touch her. Her pussy began to get wet and her nipples became hard with these thoughts. His hand traveling up her thigh jolted her from the thoughts and back into reality. He had been noticing her bare womanhood and wanted to see if she was being betrayed by herself. He took two fingers and lightly touched her clit, she jumped and her nostrils flared. He rubbed her clit as have wiggled, strapped into the seat. She was wet, dripping wet. He was excited of what was to come as he removed his hand. She felt as if they were driving for hours with her thoughts racing. 'Almost there' he said with confidence as he rounded another corner. The smoothness of the road changed, it had gone from road to dirt. She heard rocks flying up from the tires as he kept driving. He rounded one more corner before coming to a stop. He turned off the engine and left the car which made her extremely nervous. She heard him open the passenger side door and felt cold steel on her leg. 'I'm going to cut your legs free so you can walk, but if you run I won't have remorse on you' he said calmly. She nodded fast and he cut her legs free. He helped her out of the door and held her arm tight as he led her to a cabin not too far from the parked car. He instructed where to step, when there was stairs, if there were any obstacles. He led her inside the cabin and to the bedroom, sitting her on the bed. She didn't move, she didn't dare. If he has a knife, what else does he have? She thought to herself. He instructed her to move up to the middle of the bed and guided her to the exact spot and told her to lie down, she obeyed. Moments later she felt her ankles being loosely tied down, enough where she could have room to move them into a bent position. She panicked and shot up; again she felt the cold steel on her inner thigh. 'Don't move,' he commanded, she laid back down breathing heavily. He straddled her stomach, cutting her hands free and tying them tightly to the top of the bed with no free moveable area at all. She whimpered at the tightness of the rope. He left the bed, she heard him walking on the wood floor to where her feet were bound. A zipper was undone, the tussle of clothing on the floor, and walking again to the side of her. He quickly removed the tape covering her mouth, 'fucking bastard! What the fuck?' she screamed when the tape was ripped. He didn't answer, instead the cold steel again on her chest; rip, rip sounds from both of the straps holding up her dress, rip again as he cut down the middle removing it from her body. He grasped the fabric tightly and tugged it from under her in one swift movement. 'You don't have to do this, please. Please I'll do whatever you want! PLEASE!' she pleaded him almost in tears. He removed the blindfold from her eyes. She was blinded by the lights and it took her a minute to adjust; when she finally did she saw him standing over her completely naked. 'Ken please, this is degrading!' she snapped. 'Like you haven't teased me over these last few years? You haven't lead me on, toyed with me and my emotions?' he yelled. She cowered at his comments; she knew it was true, she knew that what he was doing wasn't retaliation but that she pushed him to this point. 'I'm sorry!' she said almost crying. 'Sorry isn't good enough anymore' he snapped. His monster was staring at her and she was dripping wet. He straddled her chest, his cock rested on her puffed lips and grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock into her mouth as he said 'suck my big cock you bitch'. He was thick, very thick. She remembered his member in her mouth, the taste the smell the feeling, like it was yesterday. She sucked his huge monster as he humped her softly; she moaned as she tasted his precum. He kept thrusting into her little mouth as he reached his free hand down to her pussy and slapped it hard; the sting of his slap jolted through her body. He removed his cock from her mouth with a pop and instead of being relieved that she was now empty she mistakenly tried to reach it with her tongue. 'I knew you'd want it again, you just needed a little taste,' he said in a condescending voice. She was furious with her body and jerked her head to the side so she did not meet his eyes. He took both of her tits in his hands and placed his slick cock in between them; He began to thrust and pinch her nipples making her squirm under him. 'Look at me while I'm fucking your tits!' he snapped at her. She reluctantly looked at him then at his cock moving in between her large breasts. She felt a burning sensation deep in her stomach as she watched his cock; she wanted to lick the head every time it hit her lips. She felt so dirty enjoying this. Feeling her responding to his actions, he grasped her nipples and pulled them hard, released them and watched as she moaned deeply and raised her hips. He dismounted her and walked to the end of the bed; he crawled up between her spread legs, lifted her ass off the bed and slid himself under her. He was kneeling, sitting on his feet, his cock standing at alert ready to enter her ready and willing cunt; her ass was resting on his thighs, her legs were on either side if his hips, she was anticipating his arrival. 'I'm sorry if this hurts,' he said with a hint of remorse in his voice. He slapped his cock against her pussy lips allowing it to be covered with her juices before he entered; rubbing the head against her clit teasing her, making her squirm and whimper. She was burning, she was on fire, she was more than ready for him, she longed for his huge monster inside her! He slowly inserted the head into her, grasping onto her hips for leverage he pushed forward hard once. She screamed in pain, his cock plummeted to her back wall filling her, expanding her limits. She gasped for air as pain shook her body; he plunged into her hard and fast, making sure to fill her with every one. Her tits bouncing, pussy milking his cock, she cried out pain and pleasure as he pounded her cunt. He took his hand and rubbed her clit fast; she couldn't breathe, she was about to be flooded with waves of her first orgasm. She moaned deeply and loudly, her pussy clenching onto his cock; 'I'm going to cum, fuck me fuck me oh god!' she screamed at him, he rubbed her clit faster and thrust harder. She lifted her head off of the bed as her waves hit her like a truck; the orgasm was so intense, she pushed his cock out if her pussy as she squirted her juices everywhere. He continued to rub her clit until he saw that her pussy had stopped shooting; instead of giving her rest, he stabbed his monster back into her swollen hole, fucking her nearly broken cunt with immense force. 'FUCK! Please cum inside me. Oh god I need your cum ken!' she screamed. She asked for it, he thought to himself. He pounded her pussy, his 9 inch cock pushing against her back wall, trying to break her barrier. Her tits were wildly bouncing and she was in tears from his forceful fucking. He dug his finger tips into her flesh, 'here's my load baby' he choked out. He came hard inside her; she felt every stream of his seed like it was an angry river punishing her pussy walls. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her stomach. He looked up at her after he regained his voice, 'I'm not done with you yet'.