Both hot-assed sixteen-year-olds were breathing harder and harder now that their fuck was in full swing. Sweat began to glisten on Terry's heaving chest as he fucked the living daylights out of Wendy. He knew that he couldn't stand any more of such wild-fucking activity without blasting a load of sperm into Wendy's sucking gash. He knew that she was ready for her orgasm and willing to take his heavy wad deep into her cunt. His balls were ready to explode at any second.
"I'm gonna come, baby! I'm gonna come in your fucking cunt! I'm gonna shoot you so full of sperm that you're gonna taste it in your mouth! You ready? YOU READY!?"
"God yes! Yessssss! Oh shit! Fuck me, Terry! Shoot your cum into my belly! I want to feel it shooting inside me! I'm coming too! I'm going to flash-off right now!"
Terry suddenly redoubled his fucking pace and rammed his cock into Wendy's cunt with frantic speed and force. He felt his balls tensing suddenly, felt his cock swell to great proportions as his orgasm built to a ball-busting climax. He knew that Wendy could feel his cock swelling inside her, knew that she could feel it jerking up against her inner walls. He could feel her pussy grasping his cock with tremendous force as her orgasm neared its flash point.
"I'm coming! Coming!" Wendy cried in a high-pitched squeal of pleasure.
Terry grunted like an animal when his balls erupted. He fell on Wendy and breathed heavily as his cum shot into her sucking cunt, filling her inner channel with rivers of thick sperm. His balls gathered together in a tense knot as they discharged their load of spunk into the luscious sixteen-year-olds seething pussy.
Wendy felt the powerful sensations of her wild climax. She felt what seemed like rivers of cum flowing inside her belly. She felt her cunt grasping Terry's hard cock and then relaxing suddenly when she felt his cum shooting inside her. She thought Terry would never stop shooting his sperm into her. Blast after blast of the stuff shot against the wet inner walls of her pussy, filling her up with soothing balm. She could feel his cum dribbling out of her seething twat, running down the shaft of his still-hard cock and dripping from her rubbery cuntlips.
"Oh Terry! Terry! You make me feel so good! I've never had a fucker like you!"
Terry had never enjoyed a fuck as much in his life, and he had had plenty of fucks in his three years at Bradford. He enjoyed each fuck with the beautiful Wendy more than the last. He expressed his appreciation for her by planting soft loving kisses all over her naked body, licking and caressing her gently as she lay there in the summer sun, his sperm dribbling from her cunt.
"I'll never get enough of your cunt, baby. You've got the hottest cunt in the world, Wendy!" Terry sighed as he licked his sperm out of her wet hole.
"Your cock would make any woman's cunt hot, Terry!" Wendy gasped as she felt his eager tongue lapping thirstily at her pussy.
"There's no woman as hot as you!" Terry said.
Little did Terry know that his mother's pussy was blazing at that moment with a fire to match the inferno that raged in Wendy's cunt.
Sheila had been finger-fucking herself while she watched the teenagers on the beach through her binoculars. She had worked her free-flowing pussy juice into a musky froth by rubbing her knuckles against the creamy flesh of her cunt, jabbing her middle finger in and out of her cunt-hole from time to time, imagining that it was her son's hard young prick that fucked in and out of her cunt.
She was ashamed of her raging lust, but there was nothing to do now but flash off and abandon herself to her desires. She hated Wendy and loved her at the same time, hated her for having the one thing she wanted more than anything else in the world, loved her for bringing her son such ball-stirring pleasure.
By the time the two horny fuckers had climaxed together, Sheila had gone wild inside. Her lust for her son, and perhaps even for seductive little Wendy, had stirred her up. She knew how wrong it all was, knew how depraved it was to spy on her son and his girl friend while they fucked and sucked on the beach, but she was beyond control now.
Her mind was filled with images of her son standing before her with his hard cock jerking out in front of him, presenting his prick for her inspection. She imagined herself reaching out and fondling his cock and balls, imagined herself bending toward it and licking the slippery head of his prick while he smiled down at her. She imagined herself falling on her back on the floor and spreading her legs, inviting her sixteen-year-old son to shove his cock into her cunt.
Sheila dropped her binoculars on the floor when she saw her son and Wendy stroke each other gently after their orgasmic release. She had to bring herself off while the images of her horny son were still dancing in her lusty mind. She sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her long naked legs.
Her tits strained at the thin material of her bikini top. She pulled her cuntlips apart, spreading her pussy open, staring into her own musky cunt-hole and wishing she had a cock stuck all the way inside her.
She rubbed her clit with her thumb, massaging the hard little bud until she could feel the hot surging of her climax. Her pussy was wet with cunt-honey. She dipped her finger into her free-flowing pussy and raised it to her lips, tasting her cuntjuice, wishing that it could be her son's tongue that caught the moisture from her cunt.
If she could only fuck her son! But it was too depraved! It was impossible, taboo, outrageous! And yet she thought she might die of lust for the boy.
She began rubbing her cunt with the palm of her hand, rubbing harder and harder, making wet slurping sounds as her hand rubbed over her juicy twat. Her legs shook. Her tits tingled. Her orgasm flashed through her horny body.
"Oh God! I'm coming! Terry! Terry! You're… you're making me come! My own son is making me come! Come! Oh God!" She screamed as her pussy seemed to melt.
Sheila almost fell off the sofa. She felt nothing now but physical peace. There was not a worry in her head, not a sound except the constant crashing of the surf outside her window.
Terry and Wendy were feeling a similar sense of peace as they lay together in the sand.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mom. Mom… Mom…" Sheila heard someone say as if from a distance.
She wheeled about and found her son, who had apparently been trying to catch her attention for quite some time.
Sheila had been wrapped up in her thoughts, daydreaming about Terry and her lust for him. She flushed uncontrollably when she was forced to look him in the eye. She hadn't been spying on him for three days now, having forced herself to put a stop to her pussy-diddling, but her mind was still on him and her pussy oozed cuntjuice the minute she saw his boyishly handsome face.
Could her son possibly know what wild and depraved things she was thinking and feeling? Could he possibly have found out that she had been watching him fuck the living daylights out of Wendy? She knew how ridiculous her fears were. What son could possibly suspect his own mother of such things? She was safe. She had to be!
"Oh… Terry… yes…" she stammered. "My goodness, dear, you frightened me!" She smiled weakly, at least able now to look him in the eye again.
"Must be these sneakers, Mom," Terry laughed. "I was just out playin' some tennis. Guy's gotta keep in shape. How 'bout a game?"
"Oh… well… I don't know, Terry… I don't think so," she said, noticing that he was wearing only a pair of loose white shorts and tennis shoes.
"Aw c'mon, Mom. I remember how you used to play tennis all the time!"
Sheila had been having more and more trouble lately keeping her eyes off Terry's big cock and balls. She wanted to play tennis with him, but she was afraid that her uncontrollable ogling of his handsome body would alert him to her maddening lust for him.