"Shit!" she screamed through gritted teeth. "Get out of your Goddamned clothes… then strip me naked so I can really feel that huge cock of yours!"
Brad rolled to the side, gasping for breath. His hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He wanted to just rip them off, but, Lord, if he did, his mother would have a shit-fit!
Laura tugged at his belt and then popped the snap of his jeans. She opened his fly slowly, letting her fingers drag teasingly on the hot swelling within.
Brad's cock lunged towards her, straining like a tiger trapped in a net. His tight shorts bound it in cruel restraint. "Hhhmmmmm," Laura purred. It looked bigger now than she'd dared hope. At least nine inches, maybe ten. "And it's so fucking hot," she gasped, pulling down on the elastic band of his shorts.
His cock sprang free, twitching and jerking before her eyes. Its thick head gleamed ruby bright, swollen with the blood of lust. A net of blue veins along the cock pulsed, echoing the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat.
Laura slid off and stood at the foot of the bed, pulling to help Brad squirm free of his clothes. A thick mat of curly cockhair spread wide around the root of his prick, gleaming with the wet heat of wild desire.
Balls, nearly the size of her fist, quaked in their loose sac, swollen and strained by a waiting flood of hot cum. Smiling, Laura wet her lips with an anxious tongue watching as Brad sat up and shrugged off his shirt.
"Hhhmmmm!" His chest was covered with hair, gleaming and as soft looking as lamb's wool. "I like a man with a lot of hair," she said, "especially around the root of his cock!"
Brad sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread and stretched wide, arms slanting back to support his weight. Laura pulled off his shoes and socks, heaving her proud tits with each huff of breath.
Then she smiled and dropped her white cotton shorts, wiggling free with a wave-like motion of her flaring hips. Brad sat gazing like a young kid on Christmas morning – thrilled by what he saw, but not yet ready to believe it was real.
"You've got some body, Mrs. Benton."
She beamed proudly. She'd worked hard keeping herself in good shape, eating right and exercising to keep her muscles firm. Too many women her age just let themselves go. They ate like pigs and then had to wallow in loose-fitting clothes. Not Laura.
She cupped her warm tits, pinching the nipples and circling them with her thumbs until they were swollen hard as stones. Then she spread her fingers wide and slid them down slowly toward her twitching cunt.
Taut flesh rippled over her ribs, rocked by each excited little breath she took. The small, sleek dome of her stomach curved invitingly, sloping down to the dark, seething pussy between her legs.
Laura's wide collar of cunt hair gleamed from the warm spread of her lusty juices. Thick, dark and soft, it had a sheen in the afternoon light like the fur of a wet seal.
She combed it with the spread fingers of one hand, then hooked a finger and wiggled it into her steaming cunt slit. Brad watched, entranced. He saw a gleaming drop run down her finger, slow and smooth as warm syrup.
"Aaahhhh," she said, letting her head sway with the throbbing rhythm of her desire. Her finger snaked up beneath the nub of her clit, lifting it, peeling it from its protective sheath.
Brad's long cock jerked and twitched, tormented by the show this sexy older woman put on for him, working her hips in spiral waves, teasing her blood gorged clit until it was swimming in a rush of warm oil.
"Oooooh, look," she cooed in mocking sympathy. "Your poor little prick might shake itself to pieces."
Little? Goddamn, no woman had ever called his cock little before! Most of them gasped, wide-eyed with fear. "Bitch," he snarled, "if you want it bigger, suck it. Suck it hard!" He rocked his hips, taunting her with its trembling length.
Laura dropped to her knees, her flashing eyes wide with desire. A burning itch flared deep in her throat. God, it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen! Long and hard and throbbing with power.
Brad hooked his legs and locked her warm body in a scissors grip, squeezing so hard she could barely breathe. "Go on," he said, "suck my little cock. I'll bet you choke before you can swallow half of it."
"Oooooooh?" Her lips pulled into a circle. He hadn't stopped to think that Laura learned to suck cock before he was born. She had been timid about it at first – probably like young girls Brad knew – afraid of gagging and drowning in a silver flood of hot cum.
But Laura had learned, probably before he learned to walk. It was like swilling beer, seeing who could drain a foaming mug first. She couldn't try to swallow the usual way. She had to relax her throat, tip it just right and then let it flow.
She grinned expectantly, but still felt a nervous twinge. Taking in all his hot cock would be more like trying to swallow a full beer… mug and all.
It was so thick at the root, she could barely close her hand around it. She swayed it back and forth before her lips, flicking his cum slit with her tongue, lightly at first, then with vicious, probing dire.
"Aaaarrrgh!" Sparks from her wet tongue ripped the full length of his heaving prick. He felt shuddering jolts in his jism-swollen balls. For a second he thought he might spurt off in her face. "Aaaaahhh-hhhaaaa!" he wailed in tormented delight.
But Laura knew about hot young cocks. They were quick to get hard, even quicker to spurt the first time, swollen and strained by the flood of young lust. She tightened the grip of her hand on the base of his huge cock, squeezing it in a clamp of warm flesh.
"Hhhuuuuunnngh…" Brad's eyes bulged and sparkled with tears forced out by the mounting pressure within. God, it felt like his balls might explode!
A soft wet circle snagged itself on the sponge tipped knob of his cock. Sleek as fur, her lips spread and slid down over the bulging ridge, pulling tighter to hold the hard prick below. "Aaaahhhh!" Brad moaned, closing his eyes and rolling his head like he had a broken neck.
That was all the hottest girl at school could take of his long cock, the soft swollen head and a few inches of pulsing, blue-veined prick. He gasped and moaned, thinking he might choke on steaming cum that felt backer up clear to the base of his throat. "Aaagh, shit!" he said. "Let it go. Let me spurt and shoot you full of gushing cum!"
Laura shook her head no and increased the suction of her teasing lips, sliding them up and down while her tongue writhed and tingled the ridge of his cockhead now deep in her mouth.
"You cocksucking bitch, I can't stand it!" Her hand still squeezed like a vise at the root of his cock. Burning pulses surged along the shaft of his prick.
"Hhhhmmmmm," Laura hummed, in rhythm with her wild desire. She pumped her lips, sucked in her breath and collapsed her cheeks to increase the sleek pressure on his cock.
Brad moaned and wailed in agonized delight. Spurred by his tortured cries, Laura's lips moved faster, reaching and sucking to pull in more of his tortured prick.
When her sucking lips met the choking grip of her hand, curls of cockhair tickled her nose. "Agghhh…" She almost had him all! She released the strangle-hold her hand had on him, and plunged for the root of his cock.
The tight wet hollow of her throat quaked in fearful expectation. As her fingers slipped free from his cock, his boiling flood coursed upward with a mighty surge. She felt it ripple between her lips.
"Mmmmhhhh?" she moaned, but the sound was stopped by the plug of his hard cock. It jerked against the wet grip of her throat, straining soft flesh as the first gushing spurt jetted out.
"Yyyuuuummmmm!" Hot and bittersweet, it splattered in the squirming tube of her throat. Her throat muscles rolled and pulled in joyous waves, begging for more.
It came faster than a driving rain! Fat gushing spurts sprayed her throat as Laura wiggled and buried her sucking lips in his dark tangle of cockhair. "I'm cumming too!" she screamed, but the sound had nowhere to go in a throat jammed full of jetting cock.