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MILF and the BBC

By: Silfy69



Caryn had a great body. 

There was no point in denying it to herself anymore. She had been told many times over recent months by both men and women alike and she took nothing but pleasure from looking at herself in the mirror these days. She was in her early fifties but she looked much, much younger. 'Good genes' she thought to herself.

"And good jeans," Caryn said out loud as she spun around in the mirror, admiring her long legs and impossible, 'bubble' ass that she was able to poke out at an impossible angle to capture the eyes and minds of her many new admirers.

To top this vision off, she had tits that didn't belong on such a petite frame. She had been measured for new underwear recently and the shop assistant was aghast (and not a little jealous, she surmised) that Caryn had eye-popping 34DD tits with a tiny 23 inch waist. Her red hair had slowly evolved, at her choosing, to blonde and as she admired herself again, she liked what she saw. She was blonde, had huge tits, an arse that made men trip over themselves and toned and shapely legs that would stop traffic. Her new purchase of figure-hugging, spray-on jeans was just one of many purchases that she'd made in recent months as her inner belief had steadily grown.

This confidence had occurred only quite recently. 

Caryn had been married for fifteen years to Steve and they had a son, Josh. They had all enjoyed the money that had started to roll in once Caryn had gone back to work when Josh was old enough to be looked after by a nanny or relative. A villa in Spain cemented her thoughts that she was a woman who had everything. A gorgeous if roguish husband, a wonderful house, a bolt-hole in Spain and a happy and contented son who was popular and would invite all manner of boys to come round after school.

When she looked back on that blissful period, she often wondered if she had made the best of herself and that if she had done things slightly different then... 

Her husband hadn't ever complimented her on her curves (she hadn't realised at the time) and a year after they'd bought the villa in Spain, she found out that he had had numerous affairs and had finally run off with a girl much younger than she. She had been devastated when he had left. Her confidence hit rock-bottom. They had to sell their Spanish villa and it had been touch-and-go as to whether she could afford to keep the family home. She managed it somehow but life wasn't the easy ride she had once enjoyed. Most of her money was accounted for before it came in to her account but after eighteen months of struggling to deal with the financial fall-out AND coming to terms with her emotional turmoil, she had finally started to turn a corner. A new health regime had seen her drop a dress size for the first time in ten years and a new exercise regime and a brand new outlook saw her transform herself from dowdy victim to power-dressing, self aware MILF. 

Yes, MILF.

Part of her 'therapy' (of the self-help variety) had been pornography and she was now quickly able to rattle through the categories: She was a connoisseur of BDSM, Huge Tits, Anal, Interracial etc. But she had started to particularly enjoy the idea of younger men finding older women attractive and this had translated into her category of choice being 'MILF'. It was, she supposed, as a direct result of being dumped by her husband for a younger woman; revenge, if you like. But her husband's departure was now nearly two years in the past (and anyway the last she had heard, the girl was now a hopeless crack cocaine addict and his money (her money!) was running out fast. 'Good. Serves him right' she would would say to herself.)

The young men on the internet were 'ripped' and 'hung' (to use the parlance!) As she watched more and more, she started to become quite fussy and anyone with a less than truncheon-sized dick would be dismissed. What she had noticed was that all the guys with the largest cocks were usually black (sad but true.) Also, she particularly enjoyed the 'money shots'. She understood that someone cumming in a pussy wasn't terribly entertaining in a porn movie, but she loved the idea of being so 'in the moment' that one wanted to sprayed with hot, sticky jizm (it was certainly something she had never done with any of her previous boyfriends or husband.) She had never been with a man with an over-sized cock and she had DEFINITELY never been with a black man having had a fairly sheltered upbringing in a predominantly white area. She would fantasise about the possibility as she masturbated herself to a frenzy practically every night.

Her family home had felt like winter for nearly two years since her husband had left, but now she was coming into spring and, she felt, was about to burst into summer. 

Her son's friends started to visit again. (Josh had very kindly warned them off as her moods swayed this way and that during the separation and divorce.) In the past, they would usually dash straight to the computer and play video games. Her appearances among the boys, to deliver pizza or drinks at Josh's behest, were usually met with a collective grunt, such was the intensity of her son's friends' gaming. But in the intervening months, some of the pre-pubescent boys had started to turn into young men and she would notice them looking at her differently. Some of this was to do with their journey through puberty but she also was wearing clothes that really accentuated her faultless figure. She supposed she was even 'dressing up' for when they arrived; subconsciously seeking approval from young men just like the ones she observed nightly on her computer.

One boy in particular, Errol, appeared to make no secret of his interest. When she entered the room, for whatever reason (admittedly, she'd occasionally invent reasons) he would either stop playing and stare or pretend to play and stare. And she had noticed how he took more breaks from the video games than most and would accidentally take a wrong turn and spy her in the kitchen, turning away with a not-so-embarrassed 'sorry'. He was black and 'built'. He was just over six feet tall but she was sure that he'd go way beyond that once he'd finished growing (his father, she had heard, was a former Marine and stood at an impressive 6ft 5inches.) For some reason, the boys and Josh were always joking about Errol's size 14 feet and big hands, a conversation she thought she understood but she couldn't work out if this was a double-bluff. But she would watch him as he swaggered away and wonder what it would be like to experience such youthful energy. At times like this, she would sometimes take herself up to her room and turn on her laptop. 

But the sad truth was, she had not dated since her husband had left her and her only sexual release came courtesy of her rampant rabbit vibe. As she watched more and more pornography, she had become more and more curious and had started to order other sex toys until she had quite a collection of dongs, butt plugs, anal beads and vibrators of every size. She'd also started buying shoes and boots with much higher heels than she had ever worn before. She liked what they did for her legs; her perfect calf muscles straining as she clomped about in them. Initially, she had only dared to wear them around the house but had started to 'trot' into town in them and could feel the eyes of both men and women (for different reasons) burning into her as she strutted around town on an errand. She would usually match her towering heels with shorter than normal skirts and figure hugging tops. She was really getting off on the silent attention but this was no substitute for a hands-on experience. She was becoming quite desperate to be fucked.

* * * * * *

She heard the door open and close.

"Hi. I'm in here." She was looking at her computer in the kitchen but switched to a more appropriate page on hearing her son arrive home from school.

"Great," said Josh, not bothering to come into the kitchen but starting to clomp upstairs to his room. "Some friends are coming round to play Black Ops shortly. I'll be in my room. Will you send them up when they arrive?"

"Sure." 

She went back to her computer, resuming where she had left off enjoying for the umpteenth time the sight of a particularly well-endowed black man pounding a MILF in every available hole. 

There was a knock at the door. She thought about closing the computer but left it open and walked to the door. She opened it and two of Josh's friends shuffled in.

"We found this by the plant pot outside, Mrs P."

"That damn postman. Why doesn't he just knock on the door? Thank you, boys," said Caryn and ushered them upstairs to Josh's room.

She went back to the kitchen and hungrily unwrapped the package. It was a dress she'd been following (and had naturally bought) on eBay. It was a lycra sleeveless mini dress in powder blue with a high neck but with a cut out that would show her cleavage. The back was scooped and the hemline was shorter than was probably decent for someone of her age. They had also only had it in a small size but it had seemed such a bargain. 

She listened to make sure the boys were still upstairs and slipped out of her clothes. With some effort she got the dress over her head and with even more effort she pulled it down over her voluminous breasts before finally smoothing it down. She walked to the hallway and looked in the full length mirror. She gasped and then giggled. She could NEVER go out in this, surely. Her huge tits were causing the material to strain alarmingly to the point of exposure and she could see her bra plainly above and through the material. Expertly, she unclipped it through the cloth and pulled it through one of the arm holes throwing it on the floor. Her breasts were gravity-defying anyway, but the tightness of the material held them in place perfectly. She clearly liked what she saw as her nipples were erect and visible through the thin lycra. She turned and looked at her ass in the mirror. She could see the outline of her thong. After checking again that the boys were not about to come down the stairs, she quickly pulled up the hem of the dress, whipped her thong off, threw it to the ground and lowered the hem again. 

She checked herself in the mirror again and stood on tip toes to give the effect of being in high heels but then spotted that there were some ankle boots at the bottom of the stairs; a pair of platform, light brown leather ones with a stiletto heel. She slipped into them and looked again. She felt so sexy. She felt as though she were just about to star in her own porn movie. She felt...

There was a knock at the door.

Caryn froze. Her eyes widened. She was panicking. A moment ago she imagined herself as a super-MILF porn star and here she was panicking that someone might see her in her new outfit.

She looked about and wondered whether Josh would come to her rescue but after a few more moment's hesitation, she could see no alternative but to answer the door in her 'inappropriate' clothing.

She opened the door slightly and saw Errol.

"Oh Errol, it's you. Come in."

Errol came in and unashamedly drank in what he was seeing.

"Sorry, I was just..."

"Mrs P! You look...I love your..."

"Thank you! I was just trying it on. It was from eBay. I thought all of Josh's friends were already here. Sorry, I..."

"Don't apologise, Mrs P. You look..."

"Embarrassed?"

"No. You look amazing!! I...I..."

"That's sweet, Errol. The other boys are upstairs..."

"Errol!" she heard her son shout from the top floor. "We're coming down to play Black Ops. Turn the Xbox on."

"OK," said Errol, his eyes not leaving Caryn.

"I'll leave you to er..."

"You forgot these."

Errol bent down and picked up her discarded thong and bra. Caryn flushed red, grabbed her underwear and turned and trotted to the kitchen. Errol didn't move and she could feel his gaze on her.

She got to the kitchen and turned the corner, safe at last from his gaze. She let out a long slow breath but was giggling to herself. What must he think? She was also aware that she could feel some heat in her pussy.

She waited until the boys had filed into the lounge; waited until she heard the familiar sounds of their gaming and then waited some more before she finally gathered up the clothes she had discarded earlier. Still wearing her high platform ankle boots, she clip-clopped across the marble floor of the kitchen to the hard-wood of the hall, heading for the stairs to get herself out of her new purchase in the privacy of her own bedroom. As her foot reached the bottom step, the door opened and Errol appeared.

"...OK Boys."

He turned and smiled. It was the smile of someone who was confident and assured (confident way beyond his years, Mrs P pondered again.) The smile of someone who liked what he saw. He closed the door to the gaming room.

"I just have to use the bathroom, Mrs P," he whispered.

"OK." Said Caryn. "Oh, you can't use the downstairs toilet because it's not working properly. You can use the..." Caryn's voice trailed off as she saw his smile broaden further. She gestured upstairs.

"Well, after you, Mrs P."

She paused for a moment before turning and climbing the stairs. The house was quite old and the stairs, though grand, were quite steep. She heard him on the bottom step. He seemed in no rush to follow her and she realised that he was checking out her ass. She also realised that he was able to check her out in more detail as she was devoid of underwear!

She turned the corner on to the landing. Her bedroom door was at the end.

She heard Errol downstairs. He was opening the front door and then immediately slamming it shut again and she wondered if she had scared him off. However, she suddenly heard him as he stealthily bounded up the stairs and he was beside her in less than two seconds.

"Which bathroom should I use, Mrs P?" He was whispering again.

"Take your pick. There's the main bathroom or you can use the one in Josh's room."

"Thanks, Mrs P."

Their eyes locked. So much was said in that momentary gaze. She looked up into his dark eyes and wondered whether she could (or should) really consider having sex with someone so young; someone so obviously infatuated with her; someone who clearly felt that he had the tools to take his lusting to the next level. He looked down into her pale blue eyes and saw only that he could have her. She was ready. She was his. His years of porn training were about to culminate in realising a dream that he had had many years previous. A dream that featured the woman now stood before him as the central character. It was time.

She broke the gaze and turned to move along the landing to her room. All the time she was aware of him unashamedly staring. She turned into her room, glancing briefly back to see him standing like a statue, drinking in her curves. She got into the room and closed the door, leaning heavily on it and exhaling slowly again, trying to calm herself down. The room was carpeted and she silently moved inside a few steps. She looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was...she wanted to say 'nice' but the words 'tarty' or 'hooker' sprung to mind. The words of a close friend of hers also materialised.

"There are only 5% of women that can carry off wearing the clothes that you are able to wear. So you go girl!"

This gave her some comfort and confidence but she knew she was playing with fire here.

The family bathroom was next door to her own en suite room and she moved into her own bathroom, deciding suddenly that she needed to 'freshen up'. In the main bathroom, Caryn heard the toilet being flushed. She waited and heard what she thought was the tap being run. 

She waited. Listening all the while.

Then she heard the front door slam shut. She left her bathroom to look out of her window. Josh was leaving with his friends. She watched them without seeing them, trying to make sense of what was going on. Why had they left without Errol? Though she had to admit that she had lustful feelings for him, her son and his friends being downstairs was her safety net. Then she remembered Errol's bizarre ritual at the bottom of the stairs and realised that his friends were under the impression that Errol had left already. She turned slowly, looking in the direction of her en suite bathroom and the family bathroom beyond, almost expecting Errol to burst through the wall any moment.

She walked on wobbly legs back to her bathroom and pressed her ear to the wall. Then she thought she heard the shower door being closed and not long after that, the familiar sound of water splashing at the bottom of the shower tray.

"What the..."

She listened for a short while before she decided to walk out of her en suite and confront Errol. She opened her bedroom door. The family bathroom door was wide open ('Such confidence,' she thought again.)

She edged along the landing and peeked through the door. Standing in the double shower was Errol. He had shampoo in his hair and it was streaming down his face. The white soap suds contrasted with his ebony skin as they slid down his impressive, fat-free torso. She was able to drink everything in but she took a step back when she saw his cock. The internet porn index in her mind was hovering between 'Huge' and 'Monster' in its description of what she was seeing. He had clearly given it some attention already but to all intents and purposes, this was a flaccid, 9inch penis with an eye-watering girth. She could only wonder how it would look when fully engorged. She stared in wonder. The porn stars had started to meld into one but now that she was faced with a real live 'monster' she started to doubt her abilities to ever be able to conquer such a beast.

Caryn was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Errol staring at her. She almost wasn't aware as he turned off the faucet.

"Enjoying the view?"

Caryn snapped back to reality. Again, his super-confidence was surprising for someone who had only just turned 18. It actually annoyed her but as she started to 'pump' herself up, ready to scold him, she realised how ridiculous the situation was. Her son's friend was naked in her shower and giving her what was unmistakably an invite and she was standing in sky high heels, a dress that barely contained her perfect body and no knickers or bra. Also, she now noticed, her body felt hot and she had started to feel squirmy in between her legs.

"Sorry. I er...you were...I..."

She gathered her thoughts before saying. "What the hell are you doing in my shower?"

"I thought you'd appreciate me getting myself clean for you, Mrs P".

He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world to say.

"You do want me to be clean before I fuck you, don't you Mrs P?"

He ran his hands through his tightly shaved head and then down his body to get rid of any excess water. He took his cock in his hands and gave it some experimental tugs. She watched in awe as it sprang into impressive life. She gaped as it started to grow. 

She heard him laugh.

"You can take a much closer look if you like, Mrs P."

She ripped her eyes from his cock and met his eyes through the slightly steamed up glass of the shower. After a few seconds of hesitation, she moved into the bathroom. As he saw her move, he opened the door to the cubicle and stepped out, the water running in rivulets down his ripped torso.

Once she was stood beside him, his massive body towering over her, she felt overawed and her knees started to tremble anew. She decided not to look into his eyes for fear that she would see in them her son's friend. She didn't want to see a 18 year old boy whom she'd known for several years. She wanted no reminders that she was skating a line of decency (who was she kidding, she was hop, skipping and jumping over that line!) Instead, she wanted to focus on her needs as a woman. She wanted to focus on this body and this cock and what it would do for her.


MILF and the BBC Ch. 02



Errol Senior was a man-mountain. He wasn't exactly a gentle giant - his mere presence would make men wary and women gasp - but his ice chip eyes had a faint hint of kindness if you dared stare into them.

He'd seen military service, some of which he had enjoyed but most of which he had detested. After ten years he had left without a backward glance.

As a civilian he was employed as an engineer (the career path he had been trained for in the military.) He had always been 'handy' in that he could fix most things just by somehow understanding the logic behind how things worked. He was someone you would always want with you if your car broke down or if you had to build a shed or needed repairs done. He was a man who could lose himself in a task as long as he wasn't distracted. And the thing that distracted Errol Snr the most was women!

One thing the military had done was destroy his marriage. In truth, Errol Snr had done a good job of ruining his marriage all by himself and the constant deployment and redeployment was a strain for him not least because he loved having sex. If he had a spare evening, drinking was at the bottom of his list of pastimes. He'd head out and try and find a willing (she had to be willing) participant. Once they were alone, some were less willing when he unfurled his man-meat; a slab of glistening, black, pulsating cock that always made his imminent conquests gasp. But Errol Snr was proud to boast (to himself) that these women would always at least attempt to take his cock fully as though to fail would mean losing a badge of honour.

One day, Errol Snr returned home unexpectedly to find his wife, Letisha in bed with another guy. The only reason he had only thrown the guy out of the house and not killed him was because of his guilt at having slept with several women over a particularly rampant period.

Errol Snr was now in his mid-forties but he knew that women of all shapes and sizes found him attractive. His penchant - perhaps because of his size - was petite women. He loved the thought of them trying to take his enormous girth and he loved picking them up as if they weighed nothing (and he surmised that most of the women he'd slept with loved the feeling of power that he exuded.) To be honest, most women compared to Errol Snr were petite but he particularly loved the ones with tiny frames, bubble butts and (Errol had only seen these types on the pages of porn sites) enormous, over-sized tits.

After the break up of his marriage, he'd had a string of women but none that he would give house-room to for more than a night or two. Errol Snr had decided he was not the marrying kind but would have fun while he could. 

He had returned to the town where his ex-wife and son lived having initially tried to make a new start elsewhere. But his sensitive side; his honourable side couldn't bear the thought of his son - who was too much of a stranger to Errol Snr - growing up without a strong father figure to guide him. Also, his ex wife had said that Errol was going off the rails a little. 

Soon after Errol Snr had returned to town, she announced that she needed to find herself and make a fresh start as Errol Snr had attempted to do. The latter news wasn't an issue for Errol Snr. He was happy to have her out of his life for good but she was leaving at a crucial time as Junior was due to take his exams in a few months, but he bade her farewell, determined that he would see his son through the transition and help him get good grades. The issue with his son's 'bad behaviour' was resolved reasonably quickly. Junior wasn't straying too far from the rails and he was delighted to have his father back on the scene. He admired his father and Errol Snr treated the problems with his son like an engineering conundrum. He identified the issues and weighed up the potential solutions' pros and cons. 

First of all, Errol Snr decided that if his son was anything like him he would need a release valve for the pressure of exams and teenage life. Errol Snr had surmised that Junior was sexually active and made clear with nudges and winks that it was fine for him to get laid. He positively encouraged it but warned him to practice safe sex. 

He also decided that Junior's friends had to be assessed. There were a couple of dead beats but Errol Junior seemed to sense his father's inquisitiveness and made the necessary 'cuts'. One friend Junior wouldn't sever ties with was Josh.

Josh lived in a middle class area. Errol Snr found out that he lived with his mother (the father having left years before.) Errol Junior was bending over backwards to show his father that he was behaving appropriately but would try every trick in the book to make sure he was able to visit Josh. Errol Snr was puzzled and wondered whether he had misread his son's predilections. Was he gay? Was Josh his boyfriend? Everything else in Errol Junior's life was falling into place (and his grades were up) but Josh was a constant. Part of Errol Snr's mind told him to not interfere if everything was working but part of him was curious.

So one day he decided to follow Errol to Josh's house to see what information he could pick up.

He had taken the liberty of finding out exactly where Josh lived so that he didn't have to follow too closely. He wondered whether Errol would actually go to Josh's house or whether 'going to Josh's' was a cover for something else but as he turned his car into the street, he noticed his son in the distance turning into the drive on his bicycle to the house he assumed was Josh's.

It was dusk and the street lights were beginning to ignite, turning from a dull red to a bright orange.

A light went on upstairs - the landing, Errol Snr surmised - and his stomach tightened. He hadn't thought how he'd truly feel if he found out his son was gay. He looked intently and was shocked to see a girl appear in the tall window. A girl or a woman? His eyes were good but the light from behind her head obscured her face. The shape of her hair certainly gave the impression of someone older than a teenager but these days he couldn't tell. She peeked out and then turned and Errol saw his son appear. Errol Snr thought he could make out his son's hands grabbing the girl around the waist before they led one another away from the window.

For the next hour, Errol Snr sat in his car, the dusk turning to evening. This felt like a reconnaissance mission from his military days. His eyes didn't leave the upstairs window. He pondered what he'd seen. Had he got the correct house? He'd check the address when he got home as he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away to his smartphone. 

Another half an hour passed. Errol Snr was not one to make assumptions but his mind started to make assumptions now. Assuming this was a girl or woman, they were clearly having sex. This was not something that Errol Snr could or would condemn. Damn, he'd been a teenager (and his ex-wife would have said he still acted like one given his behaviour during most of their marriage) and he knew what it was like to finally have an itch that was being scratched. As Errol Snr looked at his watch he let out a small chuckle as he realised that his son was certainly taking his time to scratch this particular itch.

Errol Snr caught sight of something and looked abruptly. There was movement on the landing and soon after he watched as the front door opened, light flooding the front step, and he watched his son creep away, wheeling his bicycle and checking the street.

Errol Snr waited a while and was about to drive off when he noticed another young man coming down the road in a different direction from that to where his son had disappeared. He watched the young man as he turned into the drive and opened the door with his own key. Errol Snr didn't know Josh that well but from what he had seen, he was sure that he had just watched him arrive home. 

Errol relaxed back in his seat. 

He had to admit, he was relieved that his son, it appeared, wasn't gay. But his son was playing a dangerous game. He had clearly seen Errol Junior enter the house and he had to assume (assumptions again) that this was a regular occurrence. Junior had never mentioned that Josh had a sister. Junior probably knew his father would warn him against upsetting his friendship with Josh by banking his sister. 

Errol Snr wondered what age she was. She'd looked a little older but you could never tell these days. His mind saw his son on top of the girl, banging her hard and then the image turned into himself banging the girl and his cock immediately twitched into life.

"I've got to get laid soon"! 

Errol put the car into gear and drove off, his mind running over the facts.

He decided not to say anything to his son because, as far as he could tell, he'd done nothing wrong and they were getting on well and his grades in this crucial year for his education seemed to be as expected.

Over the next weeks the exams started. Junior didn't appear to put a foot wrong. He'd work at school, come home, revise and then go out for an hour or so to 'stretch his legs and maybe go and do some study with Josh'.

Errol Snr was happy that his son appeared to have a structure and envied the fact that he appeared to have somewhere to 'bury his meat' regularly (something that Errol Snr had singularly failed to do for several weeks.)

The exam weeks soon ended and Errol Snr noticed a subtle change in his son. He was starting to look ahead and would discuss with his father the possibility of going here or there to study for the next part of his education. His father encouraged him to look far afield. He wanted him to experience as many and varied lands as possible before he thought of settling.

"Is everything okay, son? I mean, personally?"

"Yeah...' Junior trailed off and Errol knew to wait and let his son think through what he was about to say.

"There's a situation, Dad. I've been seeing someone but I've met someone else. I don't want to hurt her - this woman I've been seeing - but I can't stop thinking about Amy.'

Errol Snr was struck by Junior's use of the word 'woman' and wanted to ask but waited.

"It's just a bit awkward, that's all."

Junior waited and lifted his eyes to his father for reassurance.

"Son, relationships, especially at your age, start and stop all the time. I'm glad you're seeing someone else. It's not good to get stuck with one girl top early in life. You should be out there, playing the field!"

Errol Snr couldn't let on to his son that he'd spied on him and his liaison with his best friend's sister.

"What does Josh say?"

Junior looked panicked.

"I haven't discussed it with Josh".

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Junior got up and Errol heard a female voice at the door. He heard Junior pull the door closed and could make out muffled voices. The female sounded upset and he could hear his son trying to placate her.

'This could get messy!' Errol chuckled to himself and turned on the TV but couldn't help but ponder his son's girlfriends and their hard bodies as his water diviner cock sprang into life. He wanted to shout to Junior that if there were any leftovers he could always send him his father's way but Errol Snr wouldn't have wanted his son's caste offs, or so he thought.



The next day, Junior announced that he was going out. The exams were over and his timetable of activities was hard to read. His father bade him farewell assuming that he was going to meet (and fuck) his new squeeze and decided he needed to get on with some chores in the garden.

The hot summer that had been predicted was finally here and Errol stripped down to his tight boxer shorts and a loose-fitting, dirty t shirt to carry out chores in the rear yard. He caught sight of his reflection in the window and even in the ill-fitting t shirt felt proud of his traingular frame. His muscles glistened with sweat as the sun's relentless rays warmed his skin.

After an hour or so, he heard the doorbell. From where he was, it was easier to come to the side gate which was already open to allow him to deposit rubbish to the front. He stepped through the gate and stopped. Stood on the step to his house was a woman. She wasn't just any woman. This woman oozed sex appeal from her perfectly coiffured hair to her tiny frame, from her perfect, shapely, athletic legs to her gravity-defying tits. She was wearing a shorter than was decent for this time of day skirt which only just covered a perfect, pert bubble butt and a tight, stretch blouse that strained at the buttons and high heels. She was petite but she was an absolute walking firecracker.

"How can I help you?"

The woman turned and took a visible step back as she drank in the colossus that was Errol Snr.

"I'm looking..."

She paused and stared at Errol's boxer shorts. Errol became aware that his cock was half-engorged and was growing. If it became fully engorged, his underwear would be unable to fully contain it.

"I'm looking..."

She was unashamedly staring, which turned Errol on anew; his 'snake' unfurling further.

"I'm looking..."

Errol decided to take control.

"Yes you are, but how can I help you?"

She ripped her eyes up and into his deep set eyes. She saw a familiar kindness there.

"I'm looking for Errol".

"Well I'm more than pleased to say that you found him"!

The woman looked blankly, almost lost before saying "Of course, you must be Errol Snr".

"Correct. Were you looking for my son"?

There was a growing unease in the air. This woman was, he guessed, late thirties, maybe early forties. A fantastic specimen with all of the awkward edges of younger girl smoothed down to what his eyes devoured before him. But what could such a beauty want of her son? Was she a teacher at his school? Had he been involved in something?

She interrupted his thoughts.

"Well. Yes...and no. I wanted to tell him that...well, that I'm happy that...if he wants to..."

With mounting unease, Errol watched as the vision before him started to descend into tears and finally crumpled, great sobs wracking her tiny, perfect frame. He came forward.

"Hey, hey. Come inside Miss. I'll fix you a drink and you can tell me all about it".

He put a giant arm around her and guided her through the gate to the back of the house. He was almost eighteen inches taller than her and could have picked her up as easily as picking up the trash bags. He guided her inside and she sat heavily on the sofa, now sobbing uncontrollably.

Errol Snr didn't waste time with coffee but went for the liquor cabinet and poured a large whisky.

"Here, drink this. It'll help".

She took a sip and coughed before necking back the rest. Errol watched her for a moment and then went to get another.

This one she cradled as her sobs began to abate. Errol wanted to ask questions but thought better of it.

After a while, she looked at him, her eyes intent.

"It's nice to meet you"!

Errol let out a loud, deep laugh and the woman couldn't help herself and began to laugh too.

"My name is Caryn. I feel very foolish but..."

Errol, completely out of character, interrupted.

"Don't feel foolish. Sometimes life makes me want to cry too and..."

"No, you don't understand. I am the mother of a friend of your son's. My son is Josh".

'Uh ho' thought Errol. This woman's daughter is heartbroken and this is the mother coming to try and patch it up on her behalf. Even though he felt sorry for her, he couldn't help but eye her with ever-increasing lust and longing.

"I see" said Errol.

"The thing is, it was wrong. I know it was wrong..."

'Why was it wrong'? Errol thought and for a moment wondered whether this MILF was a racist.

"...I should never have been tempted but he was just so..."

"Wait a minute"!

Errol was gathering his thoughts.

"What's your daughter's name"?

Caryn looked confused.

"Huh? I...I don't have a daughter" Caryn said, confused.

Errol stared, confused. On one hand he was trying to process the information but on the other he drinking in the beauty and lusty vision before him.

"You don't have a daughter"?

"No".

"So, what was wrong? You said 'It was wrong'. And what was it that tempted you...Oh"?

Caryn looked sheepish. Suddenly the penny had dropped for Errol Snr.

He realised that this gorgeous woman before him, this MILF with the impossible figure, with legs he wanted wrapped around him; whose tits he wanted to squeeze and suck and whose ass he wanted a piece of had been his son's lover.

His immediate feeling was not, perhaps, the one it should have been. He was jealous. REALLY jealous.

"So you and my son were..."

"Yes. I'm sorry. This must be a shock and I'm ashamed. The thing is, I hadn't been with a man for so long and he was just so..."

She was blurting out her confession and Errol could hear the desperation and hunger in her words. He watched as she took another large gulp of her whisky, her hands trembling slightly.

"But now he's found someone of his own age and I was coming round to tell him that I'm happy for him and..."

"Dressed like that?" Errol couldn't help himself. Her intention, whether she knew it or not, had been clear. She was coming to show Junior what he'd be missing out on in the future.

"I...I wear this sort of thing all the time since my husband left and..." She had flashed anger at his obvious accusation.

There was a lull in the conversation before Errol started to chuckle which quickly turned into a full-on belly laugh. He could see Caryn staring at him, attempting a look that said 'I don't think this is something to laugh about' but he saw her start to giggle along with him. Part of it was relief at not being severely scolded by this man and part of it was the two warming glasses of whisky taking effect.

Their laughter was almost uncontrollable for half a minute.

"Why are we laughing...?' Caryn finally asked through Errol's gales of laughter.

Finally, Errol composed himself.

"I'm not sure. I think part of me is trying to think of Junior being a man and starting to act like a stud..."

Caryn's laughter stopped as she thought of Errol Junior; her stud.

"...and part of me thinks 'He is one lucky mother-fucker'. And that is the TRUTH in your case. You're a mother and he..."

"Fucked me!"

Errol's laughter slowly abated and he fixed her with his cool eyes.

"Did he? Did he really?"

"Oh yes. Yes he did." Caryn was defiant now.

"My son is a fine, young man. A FINE young man. I'm sure you thought he was good but it takes more than youth and sweat and effort to truly turn a woman on, honey. And I mean TRULY turn a woman on. I love my son, but he's a puppy. If he's the best you've had, you have led one helluva sheltered life, honey!"

"I...He...We..."

"Can I get you another?" Errol stood and grabbed her glass, deliberately trying to wrong-foot Caryn and hoping she'd say 'yes'. The whisky was good for opening her up.

"Erm, I'm already over the limit. I'll have to walk home..."

"You drove here? It's no effort to drive you home. I can either drive your car or you can pick it up another day." He held up the glass.

"Okay, just one more."

The conversation became neutral again but Errol noticed that her body language was more open, easy and willing. Her long legs were crossed, her toes pointing at him (at his dick.) Her face was a little flushed and her pupils were dilated. She was licking her lips more than was necessary. Errol (correctly) guessed that this woman HAD led a fairly sheltered life. After her husband left, she'd been left frustrated and then, for whatever reason (for a DAMN good reason) her son had appeared on the scene; young, virile and clearly very willing and had fulfilled a need in her that had been unfulfilled for some time. And now Caryn was afraid that she'd retreat into her shell, invisible to the world. But her mind, he guessed, was working overtime as she figured that if she couldn't have the son - the black stud - she'd have the father. And what she didn't know was that Errol Snr was the ORIGINAL stud. Errol Snr mused this all and smiled as his cock semi-hardened at the thought of fucking this lady for all he was worth.




MILF and the BBC Ch. 02



When she'd finished her drink, Errol asked her if she was ready to go.

"I better get some clothes on." Errol said.

"Do you HAVE to?" she giggled.

"Ha ha. It depends on how much curtain twitching you can stand from your neighbours!"

Errol disappeared upstairs. He wanted to fuck this woman so badly. He needed everything to be in place so that he'd be ready. He pulled off his boxer shorts and t shirt and quickly dived in the shower giving himself a cursory wash. His cock was twitchy to his own touch. He contemplated masturbating to ensure his first encounter with this woman would be long and sensual but he didn't want to waste his hot cum on the shower floor when he was sure this woman would appreciate his semen all over her tits. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He ran to his room and pulled on a pair of pants, not bothering with underwear.

"Easy access!" he mused.

He pulled on a lycra t shirt that showed every sinew and bulge of his impressive frame. He pulled on sneakers and came back down the stairs.

Caryn was looking at pictures on the side table. She was bent forward and he could see the bottom half of her perfect butt, her long legs tight and tanned. There was a comedy-bulge in his jogging pants. She turned and stared and licked her lips.

"You know, we don't have to leave now if you don't want to!" Errol offered.

"I want to go home as soon as possible, please."

Confused at her words he stared at her. She was smiling warmly and not a little conspiratorially.

"Okay, are we ready?" Errol asked trying to read her expression.

"Oh yes, I'm ready."



It was early afternoon and the sun was beating down hard.

They found Caryn's car and got in. After adjusting the seat and mirrors, Errol fired it up and they were off.

"So you enjoy playing with things?" Caryn said and then giggled. "I mean...your son told me you were pretty handy with stuff. Could make anything work."

"Ha ha. Junior said that? Well, I like to fiddle with all kinds of things!" Errol Snr turned his head to the woman and raised his eyebrows and Caryn smiled warmly. She unconsciously squirmed in her seat.

They continued making innocent but suggestive conversation for most the journey.

"So where's Josh?"

"Oh, he's out of town, visiting his dead-beat father."

'Good!' thought Errol. 

The drive after that was uneventful and Errol parked the car in the drive according to Caryn's wishes.

"This way there shouldn't be any twitchy curtains!" She laughed. "That is, if you want to come in for...well, I'm sure I could find you something to fiddle with!"

With that, she opened the car door and Errol marvelled as she left the car.

If there had been any lingering doubts in Errol Snr's mind, they were gone. This woman was ready and willing and he planned...no HAD to make sure she was given the ride of her life. He may be getting on in years but his honour as the 'man' of the house was at stake. He refused to contemplate being upstaged by his own son.

He unbuckled and extricated himself from the saloon car; not so easy for someone of his height and stature and made even more difficult due to the huge lump in his pants.

Caryn had disappeared inside but had left the door open.

Errol entered the house and was grateful for the cool, dim interior. He looked up and saw Caryn at the top of the stairs, walking provocatively, showing her butt cheeks as she climbed.

"I'm sure I have something you can fix upstairs" she said as she continued to climb. 

She turned the corner onto the landing and Errol let out a breath, smiled and then started to ascend the stairs. As he turned the corner, he saw Caryn turn into what he assumed to be her bedroom. It was at the front of the house beside the giant window where he'd first seen her all those weeks and months before with Junior.

He came through the door, filling the frame. She was standing by the bed, waiting.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Errol said. 

This was a line that Errol Snr used a lot; pre-warning his 'victims' that they were going to have to take more cock than they thought it possible to take in one sitting, but Caryn misunderstood.

"I need to do this. Errol...your son.."

Errol Snr understood the misunderstanding. She thought he was making some concerned statement about the minefield of emotions she may be about to step into. He wondered about changing tack from his tried and tested method of bedding a woman but decided to revert to type.

"Listen lady, at this moment in time I don't give a shit about my son or that you and he were fuck buddies. I've got an itch that I need to scratch and you're the hottest piece of MILF-ass I've seen, period. I just hope you can keep up and don't have plans for the rest of the day because I'm about to take you to school and I hope for your sake that you're planning on a graduation."

With that he moved forward, towering above her. He grabbed the opening of her blouse and tore it apart, buttons flying everywhere.

Caryn gasped but didn't flinch. She almost pushed her holstered breasts outward, challenging him and Errol bent down and kissed and licked the skin, his hands moving behind her, expertly undoing her bra. As the garment fell to the floor, Errol stepped back. Her nipples were small and already very red and pert.

"Holy fucking shit! That is the best fucking rack I have ever seen"

He came forward again and started kissing, sucking and biting her nipples. Caryn was letting out tiny gasps of delight at his strong and deliberate actions. His hands were cradling the breasts and all the time he talked.

"These mother-fucking tits! Holy, fucking shit you are one hot fucking bitch."

After a few moments he picked her up so that she off the ground, her head almost in contact with the ceiling as he held her tightly, continuing to suck her nipples.

He moved forward and let her fall back on the bed. Caryn let out another gasp partly through the speed and power of his movements and party because she was anticipating his next move.

He grabbed at the waist of her skirt and when it didn't come down over her perfectly proportioned hips, he grabbed at the hem and ripped it apart, buttons again flying.

Before him, laid out now in just a thong and high heels was what he considered to be the most perfect specimen of a woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Perhaps he always felt this way when he was about to fuck someone but he didn't think so. His son had chosen well.

As he stared down at her, her hands came up to her own tits and started massaging them, pinching at the nipples. Her legs were spreading apart.

"I've got to get a piece of that pussy, you horny MILF slut."

He hunkered down between her legs and pulled the delicate material of her thong roughly aside. Her snatch was fully and freshly shaved; her soft slightly puffy pussy lips were inviting him to delve inside.

Errol's tongue started to dart along the length of her pussy lips in slow, deep, deliberate strokes. He moved his left hand to one side of her pussy, pulling the lips apart and pressing down a little on her stomach, helping him to expose her already engorged clitoris. His tongue found her 'button' and he hardened his tongue and started stroking it, teasing it, licking at it. She started to move her hips to meet his tongue and her low moans started to increase in their intensity.

"Mmmm..."

As he started to get used to the anatomy of her pussy, reading what worked for her and what didn't based on her movements and moans (in all honesty, everything worked!)

"Uh, huh, huh, HUH...NNNnnnnnnhhhhh, FUCK MY PUSSY...NNNNNNNMMMMMMM...That's it, Oh my fucking God"

'That's what I'm going to be' thought Errol to himself. 'Your fucking-God'.

Her hips started to buck and he brought his other hand round to hold the line of her butt - a hand on top of her stomach, a hand underneath on her back. Expertly, as his tongue continued to work away at her pussy, a second orgasm beginning to build already, he moved the right thumb and slowly edged it deeper into the crevice between her butt cheeks, prodding it powerfully until he found the opening to her butt hole. He forced it inside easily ('Was she already lubed down there'? Errol wondered) and she gasped as it moved with little effort into her, his tongue still applying pressure to her pussy lips and clitoris. His hands were so big that he felt he could have put the rest of his hand into her pussy and picked her up the way a bowler picks up a bowling ball.

Another orgasm was building strongly now.

"MMMM...MMMM....OOOH...OH...UHHH...FUUUCCCCCKKKKK"

She was bucking much more violently now but his tongue pressed harder onto her clitoris, his large thumb still inserted into her seemingly pre-lubed anus.

Caryn didn't need to use the words 'I'm cumming'. It was obvious and instead she ran through a whole gamut of grunts, cries, yells and moans.

"NNnnMMMM..UUGGHHH...YES...HHMMMM...ARRGHHH"

Finally, as she reached a crescendo of noise and movement, Errol released his tongue and pulled out his thumb. She was flailing, uncontrollable as a giant torrent of an orgasm ripped through her body; the intensity had her shaking and her face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"OH...OH...OH...oh...oh my fucking god..."

Errol stared down, amused.

Slowly, she returned from the cloud on which she'd been floating with her second orgasm and looked at Errol. He spoke, obviously teasing.

"Looking at you, I think my work here is done!"

Caryn smiled broadly and forced herself to sit up.

"Oooh. I'm really light-headed. You certainly made a good start."

Errol's loose pants were bulging and she sat on the side of the bed and tugged gently at the waistband. Slowly, slowly she pulled them down and the she was gasping as she revealed more and more of his impossibly, thick, long, veined meat. Finally, when the pants were almost down to his knees, Errol's impossible cock sprang back almost hitting Caryn's chin like a boxer executes and uppercut.

"Oh my...that's...why aren't you a porn star? I've never seen..."

Caryn pulled her eyes away and looked up at Errol.

"That's what's going to take you on the ride of your fucking life, honey."

Errol didn't know what size his son was but Errol was damn sure that there weren't many men who would measure up and he'd always suspected that Junior might have one of those 'normal' dicks that he probably inherited from his mother's side (Errol Snr was wrong. His son had a very impressively-proportioned cock as Caryn could attest but even she was shocked at this mountain of muscled-flesh.)

"Show me what you can do with it" Errol offered.

Caryn gingerly grabbed at the shaft and started to stroke along the length, marvelling at the heat and feeling every vein. She pulled back the skin and Errol's huge bulbous penis head reared into view, twitching and angry.

She brought her mouth to the head and slowly darted out her tongue to lick at the opening, then twirled her tongue all around the head. She didn't want to appear scared but she had genuine concern that her jaw would lock if she tried opening it to take even the head into her mouth (even her husband had sometimes complained that she appeared to have a smaller than average mouth and his dick was tiny compared to Errol.) 

She slowly opened her mouth wider and wider, and pressed further and further forward. She could feel her teeth straining over the bulbous head. She was conscious of not wanting to hurt Errol but she was scared of locking-out her jaw. With an effort and not a little pain, she forced her mouth as wide as it had ever been and the head was inside her mouth. Errol let out a satisfied moan as her tongue started to circulate and she began to suck and gurgle over his cock.

"Oh, that's it. That's my girl. Can you take it all, I wonder?"

Caryn quickly withdrew. She was proud of herself but was realistic.

"There's no-one alive could take this fucking cock in their mouth and you fucking know it."

Then Caryn said the words that Errol wanted to hear.

"This is the biggest fucking cock I have ever seen."

With that she started to go through a range of motions. She stroked and grabbed at the shaft while her mouth and tongue alternatively worked on the sensitive head, her lips smacking as it left her mouth and then she would lick along the entire length of the shaft. She lifted up the cock and licked his sensitive ball bag illiciting a satisfied if surprised 'Oh' from Errol.

Errol could have blown his load at any time with the attention he was receiving, but he wanted this iron-bar erection to experience Caryn's pussy.

With a final, hungry slurp, Errol grabbed her arms and pushed her back onto the bed; not violently but with enough force to show her he meant business and now was the time that they would start to get serious.

"So now you've sucked on the biggest cock, do you want to see how it feels inside?"

Caryn nodded and shuffled herself back onto the bed to make sure he had enough room.

Though Errol would try (and had tried) anything of a sexual nature, multiple partners, gang bang even watersports and any number of 'deviances', there was nothing he liked more than that first time of watching his cock slowly disappear into a woman. It was like magic. And the thought of it being able to disappear into this woman with her perfect, petite frame; almost - he imagined - being able to see the outline of his cock in her stomach as he pressed it home, was going to be Disney, David Blaine and David Copperfield all rolled into one!

"Please..."

Errol looked up at Caryn.

"Go easy. I mean, I want it. I REALLY want it but I'm a little..."

"Baby, the tighter, the better."

Caryn was laying on her back but was on her elbows watching, transfixed as Errol positioned himself in front of her. He seemed to be too far back but she could feel the head of his cock probing at her puffy, slick pussy lips.

With the head in place, Errol brought both hands to her pussy and gently pulled the lips apart to make sure he got a good clean entry.

"You ready?"

Caryn didn't look away from his cock but nodded.

He pushed a little but she was clenching.

"Relax, baby. You're wet enough to take on a football team so loosen up."

She tried relaxing. Errol pushed again and this time the head broke through. Caryn let out a loud gasp.

"Oh GOD! FUCK! NO!"

She threw herself backwards and one arm covered her eyes as if not wanting to see a needle being inserted into her arm but the other felt for her breasts.

Errol looked at her then brought his right hand forward and started rubbing her clitoris as if reminding her that he was there and that he was aiming to make her cum, cum and cum again.

He pushed his cock further and every half an inch caused Caryn to let out a gasp.

"Oh FUCK. NO MORE....NNNNMMMM"

She took her arm away from her eyes and looked down. Her shoulders seemed to sag as she realised that he had only put the first four or five inches inside her. There were at least another five or six to go. But it was the girth that stopping its progress.

"Jesus! You're so fucking big. Just give me a minute"

She started to breathe as though going through birthing contractions.

"Just fucking stay with me and don't pass out!" Errol said, half joking.

He decided to withdraw a little to give her some respite. He could see her relax a little so he pressed forward and she let out a loud expletive. He'd buried a further inch or two but still had a lot of cock to go.

He started to pump slowly and deliberately and each time she gasped or screamed or cussed.

Slowly, Errol was giving her more and more of his giant, black truncheon and his speed was starting to increase and his own grunting joined Caryn's screams of joy.

After five full minutes of effort, Errol thought she was ready and with a little evil intent, he made a giant push and saw his entire cock disappear inside her. This was met with a scream so loud that Errol was worried that the neighbours would call the cops.

"AAAARGGGHHHH!! FUCK. YES...YOU...NNNNMMMM...FUCK ME YOU BASTARD..."

With those words of encouragement, Errol started to pump faster and harder. From kneeling in front of her, he now brought is arms either side of her and started to pump into her like a giant, black piston. Caryn had cum and cum but she was now delirious and didn't seem to know where one orgasm ended and the other began.

"UUUUhhHH...UuuuggHHHH...I'm CUM...I'M CUMMMM...IINNNGG"

Errol leaned back, kneeling again and marvelled at his own cock inside her.

"HERE IT FUCKING COMES, MY BITCH..."

With that, Errol pulled out his man-meat and after a couple of strokes with his own, skilled hands, his hot, sticky cum started to spurt forth. Caryn was still laying on the bed, her back arched as if her torso was being pulled by a powerful string attached to the ceiling, her tits standing proud. The first gooey fluid hit her stomach, the next spurted strongly to her tits and chin and then, with each stroke from his expert hand, the cum poured forth like hot lava. He almost seemed to be spraying it around like a fireman uses a hose such was the volume of glutinous semen.

Caryn's back was still arched but she slowly brought her hands up and started to massage the sticky cum over her tits and down between her legs. She brought a hand up to her mouth to taste his semen.

Errol's cock was losing it's erection and after a few more seconds, Caryn had recovered sufficiently to get up, kneel forward and start to suck on it, now able to get more of it in her mouth (though still not all of it.)

"Your cum tastes so good..." she oozed as she sucked.

"I eat a lot of fruits and berries!" Errol joked.

He started to laugh and Caryn giggled too but continued to suck on his cock, holding the shaft at the base. Errol could see how 'hungry' she still was as she marvelled at his snake. In fact it now resembled a snake as it hung, semi hard in her hands. But if anyone was a 'snake charmer' it was this lady.

After another two or three minutes of her attention, Errol pulled her away and kissed her deeply and passionately, tasting himself on her lips and tongue.

"I need the bathroom. Can I take a shower?" Errol said. "And looking at you, you could do with one too!"

Caryn giggled anew.

She got herself off the bed but had to steady herself. She was light-headed and her pussy felt as though it still had a large object inserted in it. She thought he'd never walk properly again.

"It's this way."

Caryn had an ensuite bathroom but decided to take Errol through to the 'family' bathroom instead.

Inside was a double shower, glass on two sides with a giant shower head.

Caryn opened the door and turned on the faucet.

"Give it a moment."

Caryn left and Errol could hear her padding back to the bedroom and into her own bathroom.

He approached the shower and felt the jets of water. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he entered the cubicle, closing the door behind him. He looked about and found shower gel which he used liberally over his body and into his close-cropped hair.

With a good lather (and soap in his closed eyes) Errol reached down to assess his cock. 

He had always been someone who liked to fuck. And, unlike most men it seemed, after he fucked a woman he liked to fuck her again...and again if she had the time. He realised that he was a rare breed in that he could repeatedly cum (though even Errol knew that he wasn't a bottomless well of semen.) He was also lucky in that it only took a few minutes and the right kind of attention (and the inclination which wasn't an issue this afternoon) and he would be hard all over again. And unsurprisingly the second or third (a fourth time was very rare but it had happened a few times!) he could go longer and longer between bouts of cumming. The usual outcome was that the women on the receiving end of such unbridled passion would surrender before him.




MILF and the BBC Ch. 02



'No Errol. No more. I can't take any more' they'd say.

Even though, at the time, this could prove to be frustrating, it always gave Errol a tremendous feeling of satisfaction and well being afterwards.

Errol's eyes were still closed even though the soap had long since cleared his eyes. He was seeing Caryn's perfect body laid out before him, seeing his cock disappear inside her, seeing her face contorted in pain and pleasure.

The door of the shower opened and he felt her beside him.

He opened his eyes and the recent memory of her couldn't quite match the reality. Her perfect skin was starting to dampen and he watched as water found the crevices between her body and arms; droplets began to run in rivulets down her astonishing, perfect tits.

"Here. Let me help" Errol offered.

He grabbed the shower gel and splurged some into his hands. He rubbed them together and then began to massage the cool liquid onto her tits, cupping her breasts and rubbing the palms of his giant hands gently over her nipples which he noted responded instantly. His hands continued down to her stomach and one of his hands started to rub between her legs, inserting a finger into her willing pussy.

"Let me do your back, honey."

She turned and he marvelled again at the sheer perfection of her body; the angles; the softness of her skin and her perfect proportions. He rubbed his hands over her back and with the remainder of the soap, started to massage are butt.

"Hmmm, I think this may need a bit more attention." Said Errol.

He quickly squirted more gel and then hunkered down low, finally deciding to kneel on the shower floor, water spraying off his massive frame.

He massaged soap onto her perfect pins, taking both hands up and down the full length and marvelling at what would certainly be traffic-stopping legs.

Then he returned to her butt. He started rubbing and then inserted a thumb into her anus. Caryn let out a little gasp. Again, Errol thought that his thumb had met no resistance. Had she pre-lubed herself?

Caryn was facing the door to the bathroom, her tits pressed against the glass. Errol told her to move round so that her body was now facing the wall of the large shower cubicle.

He shut off the faucet with his other hand.

Now he brought his mouth to the crack of her butt, pulling the cheeks of her perfect ass apart and started to rim her. She was nice and clean but Errol could taste lube.

"Uhmmm" Caryn was clearly enjoying the attention her anus was getting but he could tell from her body language that this was not something she had experienced many times (ever?) before. So why had she lubed up?

While his tongue worked on her anus, he brought his hand around and inserted a finger into her pussy then withdrew it to find her clitoris, pressing and massaging.

He could feel Caryn begin to move, stiffen, weaken and shudder before she let out a long, tight yell.

"GGGNNNNMMMMHHHHHAARGHH Oh fuck, yes...YES..."

She was breathing heavily, one side of her face pressed against the cold tiles, her eyes closed.

"Oh fuck yes. You're good. Even without your weapon of mass destruction."

Errol laughed. He loved that description.

"Well how would you like to see what destruction it can do in your ass. I see that you're ready!"

Caryn spun round, pressing her back to the cool, wet tiles as though barring entry to her anus.

"Oh, Errol. I don't know. You're just so..."

Errol, still kneeling looked puzzled.

"It's just that...why the lube if you didn't...?"

Caryn looked embarrassed and awkward.

"Well I..." she was fumbling for words.

"Was it something you wanted to be ready for, in case? What?" Errol probed.

"Well, sort of...you see..." Caryn flushed red. "I put some lubricant down there before..." she paused.

Errol knew from experience not to interrupt, especially something that sounded very much like a confession.

"...I put it down there this morning, before I left to the house. Before my visit to...I wanted to make myself ready in case...I mean, your son had wanted to..."

Errol wanted to interrupt with the words 'Fuck your ass? That's what I want to do now, girl, so let's get it on!'

"You see, it was something we'd never done together. I'd never done it. Well, once with my husband but...anyway, Errol...Junior had wanted to but I was always too scared and I'd said 'no' every time. So this morning I was..."

"Hoping to use it as a bargaining chip?" Errol couldn't help but finish her sentence.

There was silence between them. They were thinking deeply but about different aspects of what Caryn had just confessed.

Errol was saddened and little confused by what he'd heard. This woman seemed clearly infatuated with his son, so this felt very much like a revenge fuck for her. He also felt a little ashamed. Even though he was sure his son had moved on from Caryn and had no intention of hooking up with her sexually again (though knowing what he'd been like for almost his entire life, he knew never to say 'never' again') he (Errol Snr) had just fucked his son's girlfriend. On the one hand, that didn't feel right. On the other, it felt SO right!

Caryn, staring into Errol Snr's eyes was also deep in confused thoughts. She felt that she needed to sit down in a quiet room with a cup of coffee and really think about how she was feeling. She had enjoyed the previous months. Having a young stud knocking on her door at odd times (he'd arrive at any time with very little notice, he rarely planned his visits way in advance) had been exhilarating. It had felt dangerous and had made her feel alive and vital. Errol Junior had fulfilled a need in her that had lain dormant for way too long. Her husband's lovemaking, in hindsight, had been functional and perfunctory. Errol's urgent and powerful sex had been so exciting. But, now that she thought back, after the scintillating first time, it had been all about him and his orgasm. Now that she thought about it, she had been like a Heroin or Crack Addict; searching for that 'hit' like the first time. Yes, she loved the attention. But had she truly thought of Errol as anything other than a cock to satisfy her at a vulnerable time in her life? Clearly she had been more than a little hurt by Errol's announcement of his new found love. It was not only a slap in the face for her because the girl in question was much younger than Caryn. It also dragged her mind inexorably to the end of her marriage.

She brought her focus back to those familiar eyes before her. Though there were big differences between them (MASSIVE differences she thought, lust never far from the surface of her mind) the two Errols had the same eyes though somehow Errol Snr's were kinder and softer.

These thoughts for both of them were computed and understood in milliseconds, though they stood looking at one another for several uneasy moments.

"I think you're right, Errol. There's a lot you don't understand but understand this. Your son fulfilled a need in me and I'll always be grateful to him for that, but it was just...."

Errol's expression was softening with every syllable.

"...just...just sex. I didn't...love him. I just loved...it!"

"So what's this?"

Caryn hesitated but didn't pull her eyes away.

"This...this could be...this could be the start of something very, VERY good."

Caryn drew herself to her diminutive full height.

"So let's fuck, and if you can fit that fucking cock into my ass, all much the better"

Caryn was trying to sound tough and wanton but inside she was very scared at what she'd just said.

For Errol Snr, Caryn had defused a potential mood-bomb. She had said all the things that would enable him to continue down the path that he wanted, no NEEDED to pursue.

Errol stood up then bent down and they kissed passionately. He wrapped a huge bicep around her and picked her up with little effort and Caryn wrapped her perfect, slim legs around him, just about able to lock her ankles. The kissing had reawakened Errol's dormant cock and Caryn could feel it touching her butt and back as though tapping out a reminder of what she'd just agreed to.

With his free arm, Errol pushed the shower cubicle door open and stepped out. They kissed all the way back to the bedroom and Errol stood by the side of the bed. Caryn had her arms wrapped around his head and neck, almost wanting to devour this moment through his lips and tongue.

She pulled away, breathless.

"I want you to fuck me now. Fuck me however you want. I'm your fucking whore and I want your fucking cock anyway I can get it."

With those inviting words, Errol, for the second time that day, threw Caryn onto the bed.

"Where's your lube?" He asked, "just in case!"

Caryn motioned to the drawer beside her bed and Errol took out the tub (large tub!) and removed the lid.

Errol went to kneel before her, to use his tongue on her sweet, sweet pussy again but Caryn stopped him.

"No. Just fuck me. I need that cock."

Errol hesitated for a moment but smiled and climbed onto the bed. He went through the same initiation as before, using both hands to pull her pussy lips apart, the head of his fully erect cock dancing at her opening. He could see her juices glistening and pressed forward. The head, with a little less difficulty than before, opened her up and she gasped.

"Ohhh fuck, yes...Ummmm"

Caryn was already lost, her eyes closed, her lips pursed.

Errol continued to press forward until he was almost halfway in. Then, with his pathway seemingly blocked, he withdrew and then moved in again, this time harder. Another gasp.

"UUUHHNNN...fuck...so big!"

He repeated and repeated. Each time going in a little further. After a full three minutes of attempts his cock was fully inserted; Caryn was impaled on his massive cock (was it 10, 11 or 12 inches?) At the final push, as their pubic bones mashed together, it was Errol's turn to let out a satisfied moan.

"Oh yeah. You've taken the whole mother-fucking thing and it looks good. Feels good too. So fucking good."

With that, and with his back still straight, his hands now holding Caryn's ankles, stretching the legs as wide as possible, he started, slowly at first, to pummel her pussy with his brute of a cock.

"UUhhh,...Uuhhhh.." Caryn couldn't contain her emotions.

"I'm fucking....aaahhhh....I'm cummmm....fuck....hhhuuuhhh...I'm fucking cumming...fuck me, don't stop.."

Errol increased his speed and brought one of his hands down, his thumb pressing and circulating her clitoris. This drove her over the edge and she started to buck violently as the orgasm ripped through her body. She sounded as though she were being strangled; as though Errol's cock was being forced into her throat from behind.

When the worst of her screams had abated, Errol slowed down and removed his thumb from her clitoris. He then slowly pulled out his cock and laid down beside her on the bed. He looked at her soft, beautiful skin, her perfect tits and long, tanned, athletic legs. Her face was serene. It seemed as though she were almost asleep, her lips were still pursed.

"Are you my bitch whore?" Errol asked in his deepest drawl.

He watched her smile, eyes still closed.

"Fuck, yes."

"Then climb on this cock and make me cum, bitch."

With a little effort, she pulled herself up and positioned herself, knees straddling his body. She quickly realised that she'd need more height to fit it into her so, unsteadily at first, she stood. She bent her knees, lowering herself ever closer. Errol was helpfully holding his cock perfectly straight, lining up his target. Caryn's small hands grabbed the shaft and guided the head toward her swollen, puffy pussy lips.

Even though she'd taken it twice now, the size of Errol's bulbous head was still a shock and the fact that she was going to have to feed it into her pussy made it more difficult somehow. She let weight, muscle and gravity take its course and the head popped through her lips.

"There you go....Hmmmm..." Errol let out a purr of approval. He liked what he saw.

The cock started to disappear into her and Caryn was squatting down, a further three or four inches still exposed. With the cock now inside, she adjusted her legs so that she was kneeling and, with a pained expression on her face, she pushed all the way and let out a gasp as their pelvis's met. She started to lift and she contemplated how, when she'd tried this with her husband many years ago, he'd continually slipped out of her until they gave up and went back to something more conventional. There was no chance of Errol slipping out, he was filling her up completely.

Caryn had been leaning forward as she'd started to find her rhythm, leaning down and occasionally kissing Errol, but now she leaned back, pushing forward her breasts, cupping them with her hands, tweaking the nipples between her fingers and palms. She was loving this sensation. She was so 'taken' and yet she seemed in control.

Errol loved what he saw. Perfect, petite, sexy. He watched her as she stroked her tits. Then he brought a hand to her pussy as it rocked backwards and forwards, up and down on his cock. Again, he found the nub of her clitoris and pressed and massaged. For Caryn, this was like an electric shock of intense ecstasy.

"Oh god, fuck, yes....UUHHHnnnnn"

She tried to maintain her writhing but was so taken with an all consuming orgasm she stopped, her mouth open, her eyes closed and seemingly pained. She was so 'in the moment' that sounds were almost impossible as her mouth made itself into a over-large 'O' then an 'Ah'. Errol continued to rub her clitoris and made his own effort to continue pumping into her. Finally, gasping for breath, she collapsed onto Errol's chest, heaving, desperate for oxygen.

"Oh my god...fuck...oh..."

Errol was happy. In this position he knew that he could last for hours without spilling his seed. He was literally like a giant black dildo being used by this woman. And his crafty thumb was a 'rabbit' attachment, buzzing at her over-sensitive clitoris and making her orgasm almost at will.

Twice more, they repeated this and twice more Caryn would collapse; another orgasm leaving her exhausted and seemingly spent.

When she'd recovered, Errol gently pushed her off to one side. His cock was still hard and so they remained 'hooked' together. On their sides, they faced one another and Errol started slide his cock into her. This felt almost like a holding pattern. His hand came round and he started to massage and feel her perfect bubble butt, pulling it, squeezing. His middle finger found her anus and he inserted it, prodding and prying while his cock slowly fucked her willing pussy.

Caryin's eyes were closed as Errol spoke.

"It's time to fuck this virgin ass."

Her eyes sprung open. She looked scared but nodded.

He withdrew and told her to lay on her front. He then pulled at her waist, making her butt 'sit up' invitingly, her legs spread, her face planted into the pillow awaiting her executioner.

Grabbing a large dollop of lube, he rubbed it into her anus, inserting a single finger and then two inside her. He could feel her tensing.

"I'll go gently. Don't worry."

He grabbed some more and smeared it over his cock. Then he got even more and smeared it anew, wanting to make sure he would slide as easily as possible into her. He had fucked some butts in his time, but he always knew that they were experienced at it and they weren't as perfectly petite as Caryn. He admired his glistening cock and then looked at Caryn's tiny butt hole, small and puckered before him. He was starting to doubt whether he would get past first base with this. She was so tiny and his cock looked mammoth in comparison.

He took one last load of lube and smeared it deliberately all around the head of his cock then got into position.

As the head touched her anus, she tensed almost violently.

He pulled away.

"Do you have a vibrator? Like, a rabbit or something?"

She brought her head up from the pillow and motioned to the drawer the other side. Errol found it, a not insubstantial but lurid-coloured rampant rabbit vibrator.

"Here, use this. It'll help you relax and take your mind off things."

Caryn took and switched it on. It buzzed and whirred into life and brought her hand underneath her body and inserted the dildo side into her pussy, pushing further in to allow the rabbit ears to find her clitoris. Errol watched as she started to move her hips in a circular motion against the vibrator.

He steadied himself. Errol put one hand on Caryn's butt, his thumb over her anus and the other he used to guide his cock. There was a lot of lube but it still seemed an impossibility. Errol's bulbous head came into contact and though he could feel Caryn tense, she was much more relaxed now as though she felt in control of her own orgasmic destiny. Very gently, Errol started to increase the pressure. Millimetre by millimetre, his over-engorged cock started to spread the puckered hole of Caryn's butt. He pressed a little harder when suddenly the pressure and lube allowed his cock to enter her (it was only an inch or two but the head was very inflated and angry-looking.)

Caryn let out a yelp of pain.

"Oh fuck! Oh Shit! Please, Errol, go easy."

"Trust me, I'm being as careful as I can. You are just so fucking tight down here."

He withdrew half an inch to give her breathing space but then began to apply pressure again. His cock was travelling more easily now but he wondered if her tightness was too much even for him. But it felt so good and the sight of his cock disappearing into her sweet ass was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.

He would move forward an inch or two and then pull back half an inch or so before starting again. Caryn was whimpering and moaning. She was working her rabbit furiously, trying to ignore the large object being forced into her ass.

Errol could feel the rabbit through the thin walls that divided Caryn's vagina from her anal passage.

Errol had now buried just over half of his twelve inch cock. He wasn't sure that she'd be able to take it all so decided to start fucking her butt from his current position. He withdrew and slowly reinserted; withdrew and reinserted.

He pulled it all the out and there was an audible 'pop' as the head cleared her opening. Errol marvelled at the way the muscles of her butt hole were able to stretch and contract. It looked like she had a giant asshole but it was already closing back to its original size.

Errol grabbed the lube and put it onto the bed next to Caryn's spread legs. He put some more into her anal passage and another load onto his cock.

Without warning, he reinserted and there was another gasp but less whimpering from Caryn. He slowly moved into her, his progression smooth and easy. There was a tide mark of lube on his cock and he was satisfied to see that he was sinking his man meat ever-deeper into her. He now started to fuck her butt and Caryn's moans, deep and guttural, could be heard, muffled, from her position on the pillow. Her hands were working furiously on the vibrator. Errol's pace was quickening and he watched as his cock was able to slide further and further into her. His a big push, his cock went in all the way and Caryn let out a scream.

"Arrgghh...FUCK...OH....FUCK..."

"Yeah, I'm fucking your ass, bitch. Tell me you like it. Tell me you're an whore who likes her ass fucked by big, black cock"

In truth, Caryn seemed incapable of making any noise other than screams of pain and pleasure.

Errol's pace had quickened more and his hips were a blur as his giant cock fucked her in the ass.

"Ohhh FUCK....I....FUCK...I'M CUMMING....FUCK MY ASS...ARRGGHH...I'M YOUR FUCKING BITCH...UUUHHHNNNN....HHHMMMM...YOUR WHORE....FUCK ME IN MY ASS..."

Errol needed no encouragement, he increased his stroke rate and he could feel Caryn's familiar bucking as an orgasm deeper than she thought possible, started to rip her apart the way her anus was being ripped apart.




MILF and the BBC Ch. 02



"I'M CUMMING TOO, BITCH. I'M GOING TO FILL YOU ASS WITH MY CUMMMM...FUCK, FUCK, FUCK..."

Caryn could feel Errol's cock expanding as the hot semen was pumped from his balls, through his impossible, truncheon-like cock and into her butt.

Errol was still pumping but his pace was slowing. He looked down and his cum, with nowhere to go was forcing itself out, mixing with the lube and creating a creamy, mess at Caryn's butt hole. Errol spread some of the sticky substance over her butt. Her back was bathed in sweat and her shoulders were heaving.

He withdrew his cock and it flopped out leaving her butt hole raw, exposed and open.

"Man, that was a fucking TRIP!"

Caryn didn't say anything. She couldn't.

Errol sat for a while, massaging her perfect, pert butt until finally Caryn pulled herself around, heavily falling onto her back.

"So?" Errol asked when he thought she'd be able to respond.

"Hhhmmm. I can't believe I just did that. I came so hard but it was different somehow."

"Different?"

Caryn was looking into the middle distance, trying to find the words.

"It was...more earthy...basic...it was an orgasm on a different level. Not better but not worse."

Then she looked directly at Errol.

"But you..." She pointed at him and then down at his cock, "...and this may have spoiled me for anyone else. I don't believe there's a man alive who could do to me what you just did."

"Honey. You and me? We're just getting started."



They showered together again. Their kissing was passionate and deep and to Caryn's amazement, Errol's cock was erect again within ten minutes of the last session.

They climbed out of the shower and dried themselves off. To Errol, Caryn looked so good and so inviting, he couldn't contemplate going home yet even though the afternoon had now given way to a beautiful early evening.

They returned to the bedroom when there was a forceful knock at the door.

The looked at one another.

"Were you expecting company?"

"No."

Caryn found a robe and quickly descended the stairs. Curious, Errol, still naked, came to the landing, hidden from view.

She opened the door.

"Errol? What...what are you...why are you here? I thought?"

"Mrs P. I've been an asshole...."

Upstairs, Errol Snr mouthed 'oh shit' to himself as he heard his son cross the threshold into her porch.

"Errol, you can't...I mean...I'm not...I was just about to..."

"I can see. Do you need some company?"

"NO!" Caryn spoke forcefully. Upstairs Errol Snr could tell this had been delivered like a smack around the face to his son.

"But I thought...yesterday you..."

"No. I decided you were right. The age gap...it was wrong and..."

"But you're the best fuck I've ever had and you've taught me so much and..."

"I think it's best that you leave."

"But...but..."

Errol Snr could hear his son's voice. First of all pleading but it was starting to take on a more sinister edge.

"...but...NO! I came here to fuck my MILF whore. You fucking used me and you owe me..."

"I don't owe you anything. Please leave."

"No, bitch!"

Errol Snr heard his son approach Caryn and grab her. 

"No, Errol..."

Under normal circumstances, Errol Snr would have run down the stairs and laid out whoever was messing with his woman, but this was his son who could make a strong case that his own dad had been messing with HIS woman.

Errol Snr had to make several calculations. Should he go down and rescue her from what he was afraid was about to happen? Would Caryn expect him to intervene? Would him intervening ruin his relationship with both Caryn and his son? Would him NOT intervening ruin his relationship with both Caryn and his son?

"You look so fucking hot, Mrs P"

Junior had obviously ripped the robe from Caryn and she was naked before him.

"Errol, listen. I've met someone else!"

There was a pregnant pause as Junior computed what she had just said.

"You've met someone else and I've met someone else. It wouldn't be right to..."

Errol interrupted.

"Since yesterday? Yesterday you said that you wouldn't be able to live knowing you wouldn't see me. I was your black meat and you were my piece of ass. Who the fuck? Is it Pete? He's been wanting to fuck you since year..."

"NO! It's not Pete, for heaven's sake. Look, I met someone and we clicked instantly..."

Upstairs, Errol Snr felt himself puffing up!

"But you said...you said no one could do what I do. You said my cock was yours and..."

"Look, Errol. I don't want to hurt you but this man closer to my age and..."

"And what? I bet he doesn't fuck you the way I fuck you..."

"NO, he doesn't..."

Upstairs, Errol Snr listened intently, hoping she had a plan.

"...he's better than you. And his cock is bigger than yours so get over it!"

Errol Snr winced. This was cruel but probably the surest way to make a man's cock shrivel to nothing. And Junior's ardour needed to be dampened otherwise all hell might break loose.

"...and besides, you've got this new girl. I'm happy for you. I wasn't, but I am now."

There was a silence.

Errol Snr waited and wondered. If Junior was anything like him, he'd carefully think through what had been said, weigh up all the possible scenarios and make a decision. It hadn't happened often, but Errol Snr had always made himself scarce when he wasn't wanted.

Caryn decided to break the silence.

"Errol. Junior. Thank you. I enjoyed what we had but it's over."

"Junior? You've never called me Junior before? Who the fuck is Junior? The only one who calls me Junior is my..."

'Oh fuck.' Thought Errol Snr.

"I called at yours this morning and met your Dad. He's called Errol too, you know? He kept calling you 'Junior.' and it must have rubbed off me and..."

'Well recovered!' thought Errol, still naked at the top of the stairs.

"Look. You've got your whole life in front of you. College, a job and lots of girls. We were good but it's over now. I will no longer give myself to you."

Another pause and then he heard footsteps and the door slammed shut.

Caryn came upstairs and their eyes met and they both let out long, relieved breaths.

They talked for a while and then Errol said he thought he better go and make sure his son was okay.

"I'll run from here, make him believe I've been exercising. Which I have!!"

"Errol. I meant what I said to your son, I've met someone else who's better and bigger than him. I have to have your black cock again soon. If you don't call me, I will beat down your door, understand? And I won't care if your son is there to witness it. I need to feel you in me again real soon."

They kissed passionately and Errol felt he could easily have undressed and fucked Caryn anew but needed to attend to his son.

The coming months (maybe years) would be very interesting indeed.



MILF and the BBC



She didn't know where to start. She wanted to reach out and touch him but almost felt that to be the first to move would make her more guilty. He seemed to sense this and reached his hands down to her waist. She moaned as his hands touched her; it had been so long. He moved her gently around the bathroom as if they were engaged in an awkward slow-dance. He backed her against one of the blank tiled walls of the bathroom. He knelt down and moved his hands in between her legs until palms and fingers were on her ass, his thumbs curling around in the direction of her pussy. With frightening speed and power, he started to lift her, her back sliding up the tiled wall. Her head was almost on the ceiling ('thank god for high-ceilings in these old properties' she thought.) Her meandering mind immediately returned to her situation as she felt his hot, hard tongue start to explore the wetness between her legs. She let out a moan that she hardly recognised as he found the button of her clitoris.

Errol was working her pussy so efficiently (and her lack of sexual contact was so acute) that after only a few seconds she began to feel her body stiffen and then shake as her first orgasm took hold.

"Oh, Uh, UH, UHHH, OOOHHHHH!! Nmmmm, Nmmmmm"

Her hands, that she suddenly noticed were clasping her own breasts through the material of her dress, came down and held the back of Errol's head, wanting him to know that he'd already made her cum.

Once her orgasmic trembling subsided, he lowered her down. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. There she stood; naked apart from her ankle boots.

"Hooo Weee! You have got the best fucking rack I have ever seen, Mrs P."

She didn't know whether to scold him for swearing or try and persuade him to stop referring to her so formally. She did neither as he moved towards her.

Again, he bent down and started to kiss at her breasts, teasing her nipples with delicate bites. Painful but pleasurable. Again, she was impressed with how much maturity he was showing especially when she thought of the awkward rumblings of boys when she was 18. 

His hands found her pussy and he roughly inserted a digit into her pussy while the other hand started to make it's way to her ass. She felt his fingers exploring and took a sharp breath as he inserted his middle finger into her anus. She had only had anal sex once or twice with her husband and it was always a functional experience but nothing mind-blowing. Errol was exploring and prodding and his inquisitiveness was building a low level orgasm. Before she could start a fresh wave of orgasmic trembling, he withdrew his fingers and turned her around so that she was now facing the wall. He was now kneeling behind her. His right hand came around her waist and he reinserted his finger into her wet pussy. His tongue started to explore the crack of her ass. 

"Spread your legs, Mrs P."

She did as she was told. He withdrew his finger and used his two hands to spread her pouting ass apart. He now started to tongue her anus; a sensation she'd never experienced before.

"Oh my...Oh my GOD!"

This time she heard a low moan from Errol. He sounded like a growling tiger, ready to pounce.

Though this rimming was pleasant, she didn't feel that it would make her cum and she wanted so much to cum again. Errol, seemingly able to second-guess her every mood, stopped his anal attention and moved further through her legs; his tongue now finding her pussy as she effectively sat on his face. Her hips squirmed as he buried his tongue deep inside before pulling it out and teasing her clitoris. A second orgasm was starting to build when he suddenly started to lift her up on his face and she began to topple forward. He controlled her movement by holding her hips and within a second she came face-to-face with his enormous, fully engorged cock. She was upside down, Errol was now standing; the pair of them in an upright 69 position.

His tongue was working hard now and by his moans she could tell that he loved to eat pussy. With each thrust of his tongue, she noted that his cock would twitch.

She grabbed hold of the shaft with one hand, her fingers not able to reach all the way around. Her other hand she used to cup his balls. She had to arch her back but managed to get the head of his monster cock to her lips. The head was peeking out from his foreskin but she pulled back on his massive shaft and the head popped out, angry looking and bulbous. She used her tongue around the rim first and then licked along the shaft. Finally, she tried to see if she could open her mouth enough to fit some of his incredible length into her mouth. The head was hard enough to fit inside her mouth and she could immediately feel its hot pulse. She pushed down further, an inch at a time but when she looked, she'd barely swallowed a quarter of it. She started to pull her head back and forth, letting his cock fuck her mouth and all the while her pussy was receiving expert attention. All of these crazy sensations started to combine and she had to let his cock drop from her mouth as she let out a long groan of satisfaction as another, much deeper orgasm, ripped through her body.

"HHHHMMMMMMMGGGGRRRHHH FUCK, FUCK, AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH HHHHMMMMMMM!"

Her body was shaking and he wrapped his arms around her waist while his tongue licked at her swollen pussy lips.

Once she had ceased her uncontrollable spasms, he removed one of his arms and scooped her up with a swift movement, throwing her momentarily into the air. Caryn fell weightlessly into his arms and looked into his eyes. Her pussy juices were smothered over his lips and chin and she dived at him, kissing and licking, tasting her own juices as well as experiencing his mouth. His tongue had been expertly providing satisfaction for her pussy but she was struck by its strength and length as it responded to her, forcing itself into her mouth. They were kissing forcefully and his tongue filled her mouth, making her feel as though she'd gag. They were both hungry for one another. They pulled apart and looked at each other again.

"Bedroom." she commanded.

He walked steadily through the door, carrying her as if she weighed no less than a bag of sugar.

Once inside her room, he laid her, or rather threw her, onto the bed. He hunkered down to lick her pussy again.

"No, NO!!"

She grabbed his head.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me now."

He paused and smiled. He stood up, gave an experimental tug on his herculean cock and moved onto the bed. She shuffled down to make room for his impressive frame. She looked down and all she could see was a ripped body and an enormous slab of penis meat, ready to bludgeon her pussy.

He gently put the head at the opening of her puffy lips and slowly started to apply pressure.

"Oh my god!!" she cried as she realised the physical aspect of what she was about to attempt. Caryn was petite. She had petite features and that included a petite pussy. Though her son had been born all those years previously, she had needed stitches and wondered now whether the theatre nurse hadn't stitched her up a little too tightly. Her husband hadn't ever felt small and she would have hardly called it 'lightweight' but she knew that Errol's cock was in a different weight division - a 'super-heavyweight'?

The head of his cock suddenly seemed to 'punch' through the obstruction of her opening and she gasped. He was watching her, amused at the fear in her eyes. He kept pushing and as he pushed, his hand came down to her stomach, his thumb resting on her engorged clitoris and started to apply pressure.

The sensation of an ever-filling pussy and clitoral stimulation started Caryn down a whole new series of sounds and expressions. Her eyes were closed tightly as if she was in intense pain. Her mouth was wide open and her voice made a strangled 'Arrrggghhh!' sound as though she was being asphyxiated.

And still his cock slowly pushed into her.

"Stop, stop!! Oh fuck!! You're so BIG" 

Caryn looked down and saw that he had at least another three or four inches to insert. 

"Please, fuck me, but just go easy. I'm so small down there."

Errol had made a vow to himself that he would take this woman. And once he knew he COULD take her, he was determined that she would take his cock in its entirety at least once. He pulled out slowly until he could feel the head about to disengage then he applied pressure again, this time more swiftly. He did this again and again and each time, his conquest would let out an audible moan or squeak. She was lost in the moment, her legs now starting to wrap themselves around him, slightly altering the angle and he noticed that his cock was going deeper with every thrust.

Errol started to quicken the pace and her moans were becoming louder and even more out of control, her expression changing from abject pleasure to excruciating pain.

"Oh yeah...Hmmm...FUCK...Ooohhhh!!"

He tilted himself back so that he could watch his cock more clearly as it journeyed into her tight, wet pussy. His cock was now only showing two inches when inserted and he was sure he could persuade her pussy to take it all.

He picked up the pace further, grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs further apart. Her own hands were massaging her breasts but immediately responded by moving to the backs of her knees as if inviting him to delve deeper.

Errol was turned on by his MILF showing such an outward sign of wanting to be fucked. He now started to match her moans with a sound of his own. Like a boxer, punching a bag, each thrust was accompanied by a 'Huuhhnnn, Huhhhnnnnn' sound.

He was getting faster still and his thrusting was becoming more violent. 

Caryn was making noises and sounds that were almost words.

"Oooooohhhhh YERFUCK...AH, AH AH...CUMMMMING...YEEEESSSSSSHIT...HHHMMMMM...NNNMMMM...FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!"

He was now like a piston and seemed unaware that Caryn had reached another orgasm that was turning itself into another and another.

"YEAH! I'M FUCKING YOU. I'M IN ALL THE WAY. YOU'RE MY FUCKING MILF WHORE NOW...FUCK!"

Caryn quickly tried to steal a look to confirm that he was indeed fully inserting his unbelievable manhood into her but his hips were a blur.

"I'M ABOUT TO FUCKING BLOW, BITCH!"

Caryn suddenly thought that it was inadvisable for him to shoot his hot cum into her. She didn't think she could become pregnant but suddenly her fantasy of being covered in hot, sticky cum looked as though it could become a reality.

"Let me swallow your cum. Cum in my face. I want your hot cum in my face and on my fucking tits."

He looked at her in surprise and for the first time she saw how young he was and felt a pang of guilt.

He thrusted into her some more, then quickly withdrew, holding his shaft. She watched it in wonder as it glistened in the light. It's sheer size and the fact that she'd taken it all started another orgasm in her and her hand started to press at her clitoris to try and make it as intense as all the others had been.

"I'm CUMMING..."

He was masturbating his glistening cock when the first violent eruption occurred. Like a bullet from a gun it landed on her chin, the second wave found her mouth and nose and forehead, a third wave dropped onto her chest and he started to milk his truncheon-like cock, causing great globules of cum to drop onto her wonderful tits.

Caryn had seen the movies and brought her hands up to smear the cum over her tits as her tongue tasted the sticky substance and licked it from her upper lip, all the while making satisfied humming sounds.

"You are one hot fucking MILF, Mrs P." said Errol.

"Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself. How did you learn to fuck like that?"

"I've spent a lot of time on the internet, Mrs P."

"Well don't let anyone ever tell you to get off the damn computer, because that has been time well spent as far as I'm concerned."

"Thank you, Mrs P. That was fucking awesome. I want to stay here all afternoon but I've got to get home or my dad will kill me."

"Well, I definitely don't want you getting killed because we have to do this again...and soon."

Errol smiled.

"You have got a great body, Mrs P. And I'm looking forward to seeing it again. The sooner the better because you are now my official MILF whore."

"I...I...I am," she stammered. "Call me or just call in. I know it's wrong but I have to feel that monster cock inside me again. And soon."

Errol smiled, stood up and turned to leave. When he got to her bedroom door he turned.

"It's good that your downstairs bathroom was out of order. This may never have happened."

Caryn laughed.

"Come with me."

She stood and unsteady legs and walked past Errol, along the landing and down the stairs. When they got to the downstairs toilet, she opened the door, removed the sign on the lid that said 'do not use' and threw it in the bin.

"There. It's fixed!"

Errol laughed.

"Mrs P. You are one hot, devious MILF."