“Mara…” His thrusts became wild, crashing lunges. She clutched him tighter, took his erratic plunges with wide-opened thighs, with eager leaps and thrusts of her agile hips. Their loins smacked wetly.
She was crying out now, with joy and completion anticipated. She began to come, first little twinges and then harder and harder, until she was groaning and jerking in the throes of huge climaxes that seemed to come up from her toes. She was in the midst of a wonderful, surging climax when she felt him stiffen and heard him groan in ecstasy. Then the first hot jet of his semen washed into her and he bellowed again and again as it spurted and pumped into her, lava-hot and thrilling, making her jerk and shudder. The cot creaked and jerked, nearly falling to the floor. But the two were not aware of anything but their lovemaking, the hot, slick sound of their bodies pumping into each other, the slap of his now slick, wet balls against her hot asscheeks, and their moans and grunts of pleasure.
Then they finally shuddered out their final slight ounces of cream and relaxed, he still thrust deep and throbbing within her cunt.
She could not feel him now, but knew that he was still there.
Twice more during the afternoon they fucked, and when she finally left the cabin she was so tired she could hardly walk. He took her to her station wagon and she drove it to his service station and parked it. He walked with her down to the boat dock and helped her into it, even stepping in and cranking the small motor for her. As it muttered its slight putt-putt into the water, he grinned down at her. “Any time, Mara, just let me know. I can always find time to show you the countryside.” He gave her a slight push and she moved out into the lake. She waved at him. “Who knows,” she called back, “I may be back to see you real soon.” That night she slept the sleep of the dead, hearing nothing, completely relieved of her tension and dreaming about a virile man with a foot of cock that she rode all night long. She woke rested and relaxed and wondered if this would be the day. She was sore in her crotch from all the pounding she had taken the day before. But not so sore that she could not feel a slight twinge of pleasure as she relived the moments in the cabin.
Another day passed, however, before Tim seemed to come to realize that she had not yet fulfilled her promise. That afternoon he reminded her vividly. She had brought their lunch down to the beach and while he worked upon his raft, sure this time that it would float, she lay in the sun and tanned, reading a lurid novel she had picked up before coming to the island this summer. They were both nude, being able to move easily now in each other's presence with no self-consciousness. But Tim was bothered. He would look up to where she lay and each time his cock, dangling and weaving about as he moved in his work, became a little more firm and stood out a little more from his belly. It was excited enough now that the foreskin was peeled back from the knob, baring the flared rim and plum-colored head completely. His huge halls, seeming so extremely large for so slight a boy, swung and slapped between his brown thighs. Mara noticed his agitation and, smiling to herself, shifted her knees outward so he could get a good peek at her cunt. She was becoming excited by the seductive play she was making toward him and knew that this was going to be the time! She would not refuse him now. And to hell with a soft bed and nighttime! Here, in the sun and sand, with the lap-lap of the water close by, was the place. Real and basic as all humanity. Homo sapiens had been mounting his mate for over 50,000 years in the great outdoors and had proved it a fine place for copulating. She shifted her knees again and twitched the muscles of her labia, making her cunt lips twitch. She felt the dew of her cunt-juice on her inner thighs and knew she must be almost spewing her liquids in preparation of receiving that gigantic tool into her cunt. “Mom,” he called to her. She looked at him over the edge of the book. His cock was nearly rampant now, bobbing and throbbing with the beat of his heart.
“Yes, Timmy, what is it?” He put down the tools he was working with and walked slowly toward her. “Mom, could we… make love… really do it…” His face was flushed with his desire and she saw his pulse hammering in the blue vein at his throat. She smiled at him, a drowsy, passion-ridden smile. Deep down there was still the withdrawal, but superficially, basically, the desire to make love to her own flesh and blood, as a horny and rampant male lusting for a steaming cunt, was overwhelming. “Tim, we've talked about this for a long time now. Do you think you will be satisfied to love me? You know, don't you, that once this begins we have no way of knowing where it will take us? You may hate me later for it.” He shook his head. “Oh, no, Mom. No way. I will always love you.” He sat on the sand beside her and gently caressed her breast, making the nipple stand and quiver in the sun. Her heart was beating fast within her chest. It was close now… soon. Just moments away. She reached down and took his hot cock in her fist and began to manipulate it up and down, making the skin fold over the knob, making the cock-shaft swell within her grasp. “All right, honey. We will do it. Right now. Right here.” She leaned over and kissed the knob of his cock, licking it and then sucking the purple head into her hot mouth. He gasped and kneaded her tits, hunching into her hot cavern of lips and throat. Then she withdrew and lay back. “Come on, darling,” she murmured, “come and love me with that wonderful cock of yours. I'm waiting for it.”
CHAPTER SIX
Tim trembled with excitement and passion. He was fearful he was going to come before he could get it into her hot, juicing cunt. He slipped between her warm thighs and she opened to him, one arm about his shoulders, the other hand reaching between them to seize and guide the throbbing, jerking cock to the entrance of her vagina. She inserted the head, feeling her outer lips parting and the nose of the hot cockhead pushing aside the inner fold that led to her slick, dark, waiting canal. She felt him breathing hard and trembling, and hoped that he would not come immediately. He was kissing her lovely jugs again, sucking on the nipples, and it felt so awfully good, but there was no use of him putting off what was sure to happen. She could feel the tip of his tool slipping in more and more, sliding easily past the swollen, well-lubricated lips of her vulva.
The head was in the opening of her vagina now and she felt her pussy beginning to stretch with the cock slipping so slowly into her; it did not hurt, not yet at least. But she was sure before all that gigantic tool was embedded in her cunt, it would stretch her to the utmost and bring some pain with the pleasure. At last! Mara felt the thickness and heat of the boy's cock, as she had not felt one for over a year. The episode the day before had merely opened her up for this, had toned her tissues for this moment. How delicious it seemed, how sensitive every nerve-ending! She was on her back in the sand, her ankles locked over his ass, and this lovely firm-cocked boy of hers was slowly working his huge prick into her yearning cunt. She could feel herself stretching, stretching to the edge of pain. She murmured and shifted and he held back for a moment, his breath snoring in his mouth. He was so excited that his entire body seemed afire. She pulled his face down to her and kissed him, her tongue gently exploring his hot mouth. Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, she felt him poking his blunt-nosed creature deeper. How far was it in now? She could feel her cunt-lips stretched all out of proportion around the hot, throbbing shaft of this boy's huge cock. She was not actually hurting, but it was somewhat less than comfortable at the moment. She wondered momentarily if she would be able to receive all he had to give her. She reached down and caressed his ass with one hand and then glided it between them and caressed his thick balls, feeling them tightly encased against the thick, trembling shaft of his rod. She felt of the remaining cock outside her steaming hole and realized that about four inches had slipped into her. Four solid inches. Then slowly he began to pull out of her. Mara nearly panicked and wrapped her arms and legs about him. “OOOOhhhhh, don't take it away from Momma, darling,” she sobbed. “Please leave it in.”