"Later," she said in a soothingly calm voice. "Much later." Actually, Laura didn't know when Rod might get home. And she didn't care. All she could think about was Brad's hot young cock and how good it would feel in her cunt. She stroked it lightly with her hand.
"Hhhmmmm," he said, forgetting about the sound of the car. His cock gave a twitch. It was getting hard again.
Laura slid her hand between his legs and cupped his balls, rolling them one against the other. His long prick twitched again, filling with a fresh rush of blood.
For a moment Laura's mind strayed. Funny how nature keeps things in balance. Her husband Rod had tremendous control. She could have sucked and teased his cock for an hour, working all her skillful tongue tricks, but he wouldn't cum until he was ready.
Brad, though, had no talent for holding back. A few swift strokes and his young cock gushed like a broken pipe. But he didn't need self control. Before she could completely catch her breath, his hot young prick would be ramrod straight and ready to go again. It didn't matter to Laura which way it came… long or often. She liked either one. But what she liked best was both.
A sly grin curved her lips. It wouldn't be hard to keep Brad fucking until Rod got home. Once the kid got a feel of her sleek pussy, he'd want more. And more still. She smiled openly, thinking ahead to the look on Rod's face when he walked in and saw his wife balling her brains out with a lusty young stud.
That happened when she was fucking the Walters boy. An accident that time. The kid was so horny and she was so hot, they both lost track of time. Rod came in when Laura was on top, reaming her cunt on nearly a foot of hot young prick.
For a moment, he'd stood in silent shock, unable to believe what he watched. Waves of Laura's shining black hair bounced in time with her demanding cunt thrusts. Faster and faster, she slithered her cunt up and down that huge cock.
Moans of pleasure grew louder as the speed of her frenzied fucking increased. The sound became a piercing wail neighbors could hear three houses down.
Rod yelled, "You stinking bitch! You fucking, unfaithful whore…" But she couldn't hear. Neither could the kid who bucked beneath her, twisting and churning his big blue-veined cunt ripper.
Laura leaned forward, unaware then that Rod was in the room. The creamy white cheeks of her ass bobbed before his eyes as she squirmed forward to change the angle of the hot young prick in her pussy.
Rod's cock flamed with sullen rage as he watched his wife twist and squirm, joyously spearing her cunt on that long, glistening teenaged prick. He'd told her later that it was the most infuriating, and the most exciting thing he'd ever seen. Her brown-lipped little shithole tingled with the memory of what Rod had done in the heat of raging lust.
"Fuck me," she whispered softly now to Brad. "Fuck me good!" Her hand tightened and pumped faster on his cock. She could feel each straining pulse as fresh blood hammered toward its bulging head. "I love your big cock," Laura purred. "I want it in me… in as deep as it will go."
Brad moaned softly, his eyes half closed in sheer delight. Warm surges of pleasure spread and flowed from the hairy root of his cock. Laura's hand thumped faster and faster, becoming a blur before his dazzled eyes. "Oooooh," he said. "Nobody can beat me as good as you!"
He lay sprawled on his back, arched and bucking to meet her cock-squeezing hand. It thumped like a hammer at the bottom of each demanding stroke. Then Laura hooked her little finger and snagged it in his swaying ball sac.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" Brad felt wrenching stabs of pleasure each time she stirred and jiggled his balls, never slowing or breaking the blurred rhythm of her driving hand. "Hhhaaaaa!" While Brad's back was arched and strained with flaming desire, Laura slid her free hand beneath the hard, muscled cheeks of his writhing ass. Then she hammered him down with the fury of her cock beating hand. The first time, she squeezed one firm dome of his ass. On the next stroke, she teased her fingers into the seething cleft between them.
Brad cried. "Oooooohhhhhhaaaaaa!" and was driven down by the furious beat of her hand, tight on his steaming cock. Then he felt her fingers squirm and tingle the dark, tightly drawn lips of his ass. "What are you doing?"
"Never mind," she purred sweetly, tugging on the hot, hard-swollen length of his cock. The middle finger of her hand below reached out while his back strained into an arch. Then, she hammered him back, thumping and twisting her hand in his thick pad of curly cockhair.
"Yyyyaaaaahhh!" Laura's rigid finger speared his ass and wiggled into his squirming shithole. "Hhheeee!" He felt pain from her probing fingertip, but that melted into clinging spasms of pleasure as she wiggled deeper. "Ooooohhhh!"
Double jolts of increasing pressure noted Brad's writhing guts. He babbled tense, meaningless sounds of wild delight, thinking first that he might cum from the heated fury of Laura's handjob… then, that she might loosen a river of hot shit with the wiggling finger shoved deep in his ass.
"Fuck me!" she said firmly. "Fuck me now!" Her voice dissolved into a pleading wail. She fell on her back with her legs spread wide, pulling him toward her with the hand, locked and still pumping hard, on his cock. "Nnnnooooow," Laura begged in a lust-crazed voice of tortured desire.
She could feel the steaming juices boiling in her cunt. Hot and slick, it convulsed with hunger for his cock. Waves of tense anticipation rocked her hips as the swollen head of it drew near.
Guiding his prick inside her, she used Brad's swollen cock head to stir the thick broth bubbling from her pussy slit. She worked it around and around, straining the drooling lips of her cunt. And behind, she repeated that same motion with her ass-tingling finger.
"Yyyyyeeeeaaaahhhhhhh!" Brad's heated cry echoed off the walls and rattled the window glass. Oh, God! Laura tensed and missed one stirring beat. What will the neighbors think? But she didn't care. She was past thinking of anything except the rigid power of Brad's long prick.
"Give it to me," she begged him tensely. "Stab it in! Rip my cunt with your hot cock!"
He felt her pussy lips seethe and pull on his burning cockhead. And he felt her hand still locked hard on his long handle of hot cock, twisting and stirring it deeper into the slippery warmth of her wet pussy.
Brad wanted to hold back. No hot bitch had ever begged for his cock, and he wanted to savor the tense joy of Laura's pleading wails. But he could not restrain himself another second. From the boiling pressure in his quaking balls, he knew he might spurt at any moment, and he wanted to do that in deep! He lunged down on her with a frenzied gush of hot breath.
It swirled the long waves of black hair billowed around Laura's face. Her expression contorted, twisting with sudden pain. "Christ," she moaned.
His weight forced all the breath from her lungs. Open-mouthed and gasping, she writhed from the sudden heat of his long cock. It burned her shivering cunt canal and sparked jolts of writhing delight.
"Hhhhuuunnngggghhhh!" Brad drew back and rammed her again.
Laura managed to gulp half the needed breath of air. She felt dizzy, her mind twisted by spiral spikes of ripping heat. "Hhhhoooo!" Her pussy squeezed and pulled with undulating waves of clinging warmth. "Fuck me?" she cried. "Fuck me deep and hard!"
Brad needed no coaxing, but she rammed and twisted the finger she still had shoved up his ass. "Aaaayyyhhh!" He jerked forward and jammed his hot cock even deeper in the tight-walled tunnel of her squirming cunt. He bottomed in her with a wet thump! Thick, hot oil gushed and bubbled from her slit.
"I'm going to cum!" Brad cried, gritting his teeth and trying to hold back, wanting to prolong the heated joys he felt churning in the older woman's cunt. "Christ, I can't hold it!"