Chapter 5
It didn't really hit Aggie until later that night. All the way up until bed time, all she could feel was a sort of numbness inside of her. She had gone up to her room to lay down after she had returned from the cherry busting session in the woods, but she was so restless and confused that she couldn't remain laying down long. She tried to act her usual cheerful self so that her parents wouldn't suspect that there was something wrong, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't quite do it, and the way she moped around and picked at her food, they thought that she was probably coming down with a cold or something, and told her that she would have to stay in the house all day Sunday so that she would be alright for school on Monday.
That was alright by her, as she hadn't planned to go anywhere anyway, and she figured that she would be alright by Monday and the whole thing could be passed off as just a little cold. It would give her an excuse for the day anyway. She just sat around watching television for most of the rest of that Saturday afternoon, with occasional side trips to the bathroom to examine her new pussy. She had heard that girls bled quite a bit the first time they got fucked, and she was surprised at how little blood she was losing. She would test it by pressing a piece of toilet paper against her pussy, and sometimes there was nothing, and sometimes there was only a few faint drops.
The day passed slowly and sort of dream-like, and she was actually relieved when it came time to go to bed. She took a shower, without playing with herself this time, got into her pajamas and snuggled down under the blankets. She was really tired, and expected to go to sleep right away, but it wasn't to be. As soon as everything was quiet and dark, she began to feel a little throbbing between her legs. It wasn't much at first, and she thought that it probably was there all day but she just didn't noticed it. It was the same as anything else. A slight headache, or a sore arm or something that didn't bother you during the day, seemed to take on greater proportions during the still of the night when you had nothing else to do but concentrate on it.
She tried to ignore it and turn over to go to sleep, but it wouldn't let her ignore it. The throbbing became more insistent and pretty soon she could feel it all through her body, and then the throbbing turned into little shooting pains. She knew that the-shock had now worn off, and she was going to have a very bad night. She knew also that there was nothing that she could do about it except grit her teeth and suffer through it. It was not like any other pain that she might have that she could run to her mother for comfort. She couldn't very well bust into her mother's bedroom and say my pussy hurts because I got my cherry busted today and what can I do to make it stop. But after all, she realized that she had asked for it, so now she would just have to take it as it came, and hope that it wouldn't last too long. It was beginning to feel as if she had a toothache throughout her whole body.
Whether it would have given her any comfort if she knew about it would be hard to tell, but she was not the only one that was suffering that night. Phil had also had a bad day, and he was having an even worse night. The way his cock felt, he thought that he might not ever be able to fuck again. He had stretched the skin so badly when he first rammed it into that tight little hole that it felt as if it was on fire. And he didn't have to lose his virginity. It just got worse and worse throughout the day, and now as he was laying in bed, it felt the worst of all.
He had tried standing in front of the bathroom sink and pouring glass after glass of cold water on it, but although it helped somewhat while he was doing it, as soon as he put it back in his pants, it started burning again. He tried covering it with cream and then wrapping a handkerchief around it, but it not only didn't help, it also looked as if he was walking around with a hard-on. He had to settle for making frequent trips to the bathroom whenever it got too bad and drowning it in cold water.
But that didn't help him as he was laying in bed trying desperately to go to sleep. It was paining and throbbing at least as bad as any toothache he had ever had, and he knew that there was nothing he could do about it except let it go away by itself.
The next day was a very uncomfortable day of healing for Aggie and Phil. In both cases, it was only sheer exhaustion that caused them to fall asleep, but when their eyes finally did open to the daylight, things didn't seem quite as bad. The sharp pain was gone, and they were left with only the original throbbing, and that too seemed to ease off a little after they had gotten up and fell in with the normal routine of the day. The world looked a little rosier now, and they became a little more confident about Monday morning. Aggie wasn't bleeding at all now, and although Phil's dick was still a little inflamed, it didn't look quite so much like raw chopped meat as it did yesterday. However, they were both aware that they were going to have to let Monday slip by unused. It would be a while yet before either of them would take a chance on getting hurt all over again.
When Monday morning did roll around, Aggie was up bright and early as usual, but she didn't bother with the daily routine of playing with herself in front of the closet mirror. As much as she would liked to have done it, she was still a little bit afraid. It still hurt a little when she wiped her pussy with the toilet paper after taking a piss, so she knew that the rough handling it would get from a self gratification session would do it no good at all. Anyway, the day was coming when she could eliminate the morning masturbation period entirely. She would pretty soon be able to join Ellen on the grass in the woods.
When she left for school, she found Ellen waiting for her on the corner as usual and they walked to the woods as usual, and Ellen understood when Aggie told her that she would not be participating today. She probably would not even have a chance to use her mouth, as if Phil's dick felt anything like her pussy, he wouldn't be too interested in a blow-job, and Jim wouldn't need one as he would be getting his kicks from Ellen. So at least for the time being, she was going to have to be satisfied with just watching. She told Ellen to try to think of some new ways to do it so that she would be fully prepared when her own time came. And Ellen lapsed deep in thought as they approached the spot where the boys were waiting for them.
Phil and Aggie discussed the outcome of their little session Saturday, and by mutual agreement they decided that they would sit this one out today. And that was literally what they did. They sat down next to each other in the grass at the edge of the little clearing to give the two star performers all the room they needed. These two didn't get quite as much enjoyment out of it as they should have, as Jim's dick was still a little too big for comfort for Ellen, but they did get enough enjoyment out of it to make them want to go ahead. So the two voyeurs just sat and stared as the two bodies undraped themselves and got ready to settle down to work.
Jim was obviously ready to go, but Ellen still seemed to be thinking. She wanted to put on a good show for Aggie, but she didn't want to do any of the usual stuff like laying on her back or getting it from behind. She wanted to do something exotic, erotic, and different, but her own knowledge of the positions was rather limited. The only thing she could think of was that they could do it standing up. He really didn't want to but he was always ready to try anything. He was quite a bit bigger than her, so he suggested that he pick her up and hold her against him while she wrapped her legs around his middle and see if he could get it in that way. It was worth a try, and she quickly agreed.
Aggie and Phil sat there enchanted as they watched Jim put his hands under Ellen's armpits and hoist her up into the air as she swung her legs out wide and wound up with them tightly wrapped around his waist as he slipped his arms completely around her and hugged her body tight against him. The only thing that was wrong was that his dick didn't go into her, and she looked as if she was sitting on a flagpole. Aggie couldn't help laughing as she walked over to them and told them to just stay as they were and she would give them a hand.
She took hold of the hard cock that was pressing along the crack of Ellen's ass and told Jim to hoist her up a little higher so that she could bend it up into Ellen's pussy. He leaned over backward until Phil thought that he was going to fall over and raised Ellen at the same time. He could feel Aggie pushing the end of his dick along the crack of Ellen's ass until he could feel it slipping into a little hole, but Aggie stopped him short as she told him to hold on a minute, that was her ass hole and there was still a little way to go. Ellen managed to stick her ass out just a little bit more and both she and Jim knew that had done the trick as she could feel the big end slipping into her cunt and Jim was sure that he was in the right hole now, although he wouldn't have minded giving the other hole a try-out.
As soon as Aggie saw that it was in, she returned to her seat next to Phil and they both watched with big smiles on their faces as Jim and Ellen started to go into action. And the smiles were genuine, because it really was funny. Ellen was clinging to the upper part of his body like a monkey climbing a tree. Jim now had it all the way in, but he was having a hard time trying to get some positive action out of it, and as a consequence, he was pumping his ass back and forth and jumping around like he was on a pogo stick.
And the disaster wasn't long in coming. The combination of the weight on his chest which forced him to lean over backwards, and his frantic efforts to drive the meat in and out of her caused him to lose his balance and he went staggering backwards across the clearing. It was Phil who came to the rescue this time as he realized that Jim was completely out of control and he was heading for a group of trees where he might get hurt. He ran over behind the staggering body of his friend, and knowing that it would be useless to try to set him back on his feet as he would only fall over again, he took him by the shoulders and lowered him gently to the ground.
Now he was flat on his back and Ellen was on top of him and his hard-on was still buried right up to the hilt in her body. It was time for Ellen to take over the action, and she did so immediately. By the time Phil got back to his place beside Aggie, Ellen was pumping away a mile a minute, and Jim was just laying there with a big grin on his face. The preliminary action had heated them both up so much that neither one noticed the tightness of their sexual organs.
Anyway, the main thing was that they were having a hell of a good time, and so were the two kids watching them.
Especially Phil. His father died when he was about six years old and therefore he didn't remember too much about him and had gotten used to living with only a mother. But he could remember quite a bit about his mother. In fact he tried to put their relationship from his mind so that he wouldn't spill the beans sort of accidently. He could recall clearly that his mother was nowhere near her normal self for a long time after his father's death, and even at his tender age, he could pretty well understand it. And he could pretty well understand why the things that happened later on did happen.
He wasn't blaming his mother for it, as especially when he grew up a little he began to understand her state of mind, and besides, he himself was having the time of his life. She had always given him a bath every night. He would stand up in the tub while she soaped him thoroughly and rinsed him off and then picked him up out of the tub and stood him on a fluffy mat on the floor as she dried and powdered him. It went on that way for quite a while after his father's death, although the bathing sessions weren't as cheerful as they usually were. Previously, she had always sort of cooed at him and told him little funny stories and they would laugh together and he would hardly even know that he had a bath by the time it was over.
But the nightly baths had become more or less of a solemn affair. It seemed to be more like a job that she had to perform, and there was no more cooing and laughing. But eventually, even his six year old, going on seven year old mind began to detect a difference in the way that she was bathing him. Instead of her face being constantly at his ear as she whispered dopey little things to him as she washed his body, her face was down lower, and she spent more time washing his little penis and the barely visible testicles. He knew the names of them because she had taught him the names of all the parts of his body, and she mentioned them just as casually as she pointed out his elbows and his wrists and his ankles and his ribs. And he took it just as casually, until he noticed that she was taking a little more interest in his penis than his elbow, and somehow, he didn't mind the extra attention at all. In fact he liked it.
He began to look forward to the nightly baths as she spent more and more time working on the area between his legs, and using less and less soap and more and more lingers. He had experienced the stiffening of his penis many times, but to him it was just an unexplained phenomenon that felt pretty good to him. But up until recently, it was just something that happened kind of automatically. He had to admit that sometimes he himself caused it when he squeezed the little piece of meat as he took a piss in the toilet, or sometimes even when he was laying in bed at night when he couldn't go to sleep right away, but somehow it was much better when his mother rubbed the soap on it and then worked it in good with her fingers.
As she was doing it, she mumbled something about it being important to keep this area clean, but he was hardly able to hear the words as he felt his penis rising and felt a funny little feeling in his belly around the area that she was working on. She didn't seem to take any notice as his little penis began to get harder and harder as she rubbed the soap more aggressively over it, but it seemed to him that the more his penis gained length and width, the harder and faster she would rub it. It suddenly dawned on him that she was doing the same thing to him that he did to himself in bed at night. Only it felt better when she did it, and he showed his approval by putting his arms around her shoulder and kind of squeezing her as she manipulated his little dick.
It appeared that she immediately recognized his gestures of approval, and it gave her the incentive to go even further. He was not a baby anymore, and he had begun to recognize the difference between boys and girls, but his little almost seven year old mind did not attach too much significance to it. He was curious, yes, but it was not yet really all that important. He liked to look at pictures of semi-naked or just about naked girls in the papers, but somehow, hitting a baseball further than the other kids took preference.
But the whole thing came to a head one evening when instead of drying him off next to the tub as she normally did, she picked him up and brought him into her own bedroom where he looked down and saw a big fluffy bath towel laid out on the bed as if she had prepared it for him. Naturally, she had, and he didn't mind it at all when she gently laid him down on it and ran her hands lovingly down his body. When she reached his crotch he felt an excruciatingly nice feeling running through his body which made his little meat stand up so firm and strong that even he could tell that something exceptional was going to happen to him.
He may not have been the first six year old in the world to get a blow-job, but right at that moment he figured that he was the happiest six year old in the world. He had never seen his mother like that before. He didn't know whether she was laughing or crying as she bent over him and took his little hard penis into her mouth. It just seemed as if she was completely letting go of herself and to hell with the consequences, she was just releasing all of the emotions that she had pent up inside of her for the last few months. He couldn't know that she was using him as a substitute for her lost husband and venting her female frustrations on him, but he did know that he had never experienced such a feeling in his little body as he was now experiencing. He was just one big mass of goose pimples.
As it's biggest and hardest, which it was right now, his dick wasn't more than about three and a half inches long, but she seemed to be desperately trying to make it longer. She had the entire thing in her mouth and was sucking so hard that he thought that she was trying to swallow it whole, and in fact he could actually feel the throbbing head of it right up against the entrance of her throat as her muscles contracted in a swallowing motion. Of course he wasn't able to come yet, but he had the same, sort of feeling inside of him that he would later learn signalled the onset of a complete release. Right now, he just felt like he had to piss.
He had only taken a piss before he got in the tub, so he knew that he didn't really have to, but the way she was drawing on his little tube, it felt as if she was going to suck his insides out. He felt like he was an ice cream soda and she was sucking him up through the straw. And the longer she sucked, the more the whole world turned into an ice cream soda. And he was very much disappointed and very much confused when it finally did come to an
But after she had tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, he knew it was no dream. His hard little meat refused to go down. He lay there in a sort of half-awake half-asleep in between state and he could feel the sensitive head of his dick rubbing against the inside of his pajamas and he could still feel the soft, warm lips circling it and going up and down it from one end to the other. The only thing that he knew for sure was that he wanted more, and when he finally did fall asleep, he didn't even move for the rest of the night.
When he got up the next morning, everything was the same as usual, almost. The only thing different that he could see, and he couldn't quite understand, was that his mother kept turning her face away from him. Up till now, she had never been like that. She had always looked him right in the face and laughed with him or at him if he had jelly on his nose or something, but now she seemed to have a hard time even looking at him. He was confused and disappointed, and he must have really shown it. He really loved his mother. They had always been as close as the teeth in a comb, and now she seemed to be fading away from him. He had a vague idea that the reason for her sudden coolness had something to do with what happened last night, but he couldn't understand it. As far as he was concerned, it had been just another way that she was showing her affection for him.
After breakfast he went out in the yard to play for awhile while his mother cleaned up the house and made the beds and so forth, but he soon found that he was having no fun playing. The way his mother had acted this morning had disturbed him, and he just couldn't concentrate on having fun. He waited until he figured that she should be about finished with the housework and then went back inside. She was finished alright, and she was all dressed and looked very pretty and she was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in front of her on the little table while she appeared to be trying to watch the morning news on television. But he could tell that she wasn't really watching the news. She just seemed to be staring at the wall on top of the television, and she didn't even notice that he was there until he sat down beside her.
She knew he was there alright, but she made none of her normal cuddling motions until he snuggled up to her and reached up and put his arm around her shoulder and pressed himself against her. His affection seemed to snap her out of it at last, and she put her arm around him and held him tight, but she still didn't say anything. He had to break the ice by asking her if she was alright. He said she acted like she had a headache or something, and then all of a sudden he felt as if he was delirious with joy inside of him as he heard her suddenly start to laugh. It was as if his mother had come back to him after being away for a long time.
But then she quickly got serious again, and he could see her eyes shining from the water in them as she quietly told him that what had happened last night was strictly between the two of them. It was their own little secret, and nobody, but nobody was ever to know anything about what they had done. He had suspected that the change in her today had something to do with that, and he actually wouldn't have mentioned it to anybody anymore than he would go around telling anybody that his mother still had to help him brush his teeth.
But after answering her that his lips would be sealed, he was still not sure why she should be so insistent about it, and why it had upset her so much. What could be so wrong about having a little fun? His childish innocence allowed him to put the question to her bluntly, and she had a hard time trying to answer it in the right way. She did manage to convince him though that things that people did with each other's body, or even with their own body should be their own little secret. It was nobody else's business how they went about having their fun as long as they enjoyed themselves.
She couldn't help smiling when he said that it had been a lot of fun, and he would like to do it again. This was some son she was raising. If she got so much pleasure out of having his little dick eaten now, what would he be like when he got big enough to know what was really going on? But she had actually enjoyed it herself, and the more she thought it over, she really couldn't see any harm in it. As long as he didn't let it leak out, and she was almost certain that he wouldn't, why not have some fun? Maybe she could teach him to take care of her too.
But even though she knew damn well that she was going to do it, she still wanted to take a little time to let both of their passions cool, so she told him to go out and play for awhile, and maybe after lunch the two of them would go up on her bed and play awhile and then take a little nap. She decided that if he didn't bring the subject up again, she would leave him alone. At least for the time being, until she lost control of herself again. She doubted very much that he would forget about it, but she was going to give him the chance to try. She secretly hoped that he would be looking forward to a session on the bed as much as she was. But she was going to let it be his own decision.
The morning passed very slowly, and by the time lunch time rolled around, she had gotten the house more spotless than it had ever been. She was working compulsively in order to try to keep her mind busy with other things, but it was useless. No matter what she did, she couldn't control the feeling between her legs, and she kept looking out the window at him as he played in the yard and wondered what was going on in his little mind. He seemed to have lost himself so deeply in his play that she was beginning to get a little apprehensive. Could it be that he did forget all about it after all?
Even when she called him in for lunch and they sat down at the table and ate, he didn't bring up the subject. He did plenty of talking all right, but it was all about his play, and the bugs and birds and things that he had seen and so on and so forth, and the suspense was killing her. When they finished eating, he went out and sat in the living room with one of his picture books while she cleaned up the kitchen, and she figured that this was it. It had just been a passing thing like the bugs and the birds and his mind had gone on to something else. Well maybe it was better that way, but she was still a little disappointed.
But the day suddenly became brighter, and the birds and even the bugs were singing as she entered the living room and saw him put the book down and ask if she was finished so they could go upstairs on her bed. She assured him that she was finished and told him to go ahead upstairs and get undressed and she would be up in a minute. She was going to make sure that all the doors and windows were locked, and she even took the phone off the hook to make sure that they had no chance of being disturbed. He asked for it, and he was going to get it.
When she got upstairs, he was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her, and although she could see that his dick wasn't quite hard, it looked as if it wouldn't take much to set it straight. She stood behind him and looked down at the cute little bare body that did not quite reach the floor. He was only about four and a half feet tall, but there was a lot of boy packed into those fifty four inches. And it took only a few seconds of her eyes absorbing that delicious looking naked flesh before the aching in her groin began to take over control of her mind.
When she asked him if he had ever seen a girl with no clothes on, she was happy with his answer that he had seen pictures of them in books. She didn't think to ask whether the books that he was talking about were the dirty kind where the girls were entirely naked, or whether he just meant something like brassiere or pantie ads. She was just satisfied that he evidently knew that there was a difference between boys and girls so that the sight of her naked body wouldn't come as too much of a shock to him. Any boy old enough to turn the pages of a newspaper or magazine would know what the female, breast looks like, but she figured that she would have to do some explaining about the pussy.
She took her clothes off slowly so as not to expose him to something he might not understand all at once. First she slipped her dress off over her head, and then just stood there for a few seconds while his eyes got used to the sight of her in only her bra and panties, and then she turned her back to him and asked him to unfasten the clip on the back of her bra. She could have done it herself of course, but she thought that if he got into the act it might make things a little easier. When he had done it, he sat back down and she turned to face him again as she removed the bra. As he watched her big titties appear, she could immediately see the effects. It was so obvious.
Not only did his eyes widen visibly, but there was beginning to be a little more activity between his legs. She could now see the red end of his cock starting to appear from beneath the fleshy fold that had been concealing it. So far, so good. Without another word, and without looking at him, she slipped the panties down her legs, lifting one foot at a time as she slid them off over her feet. Not until she had every stitch off and had straightened up so that he could see her whole body did she look at him again, and what she saw was very encouraging indeed. The little fat penis had now exceeded it's previous three and a half inch length, and, without measuring it, she imagined it was coming to exceeding four inches. This was going to be better than she had hoped for.
Little Phil not only got another wonderful blow-job that afternoon, but he also got to eat his first pussy and also fuck it when he had finished tasting it. His mother's mind had now been completely taken over by the part of the brain that directs the sexual appetites, and although she didn't know how she got there, she found herself on her knees on the floor between his legs, and she felt the pulsating end of his cock pressing against the opening of her throat. She also felt his hands trembling on the top of her head, and the chubby thighs twitching against the cheeks of her face. She was trying to imagine that she was with her husband again, and the only thing that spoiled the illusion was that the end of the cock didn't reach far enough down her throat.
Her senses slowly returned to her, and she began to realize that she could not really suck this cock off as the boy was too young to be able to ejaculate yet, but she kept it up until she could feel his body calming down a little bit. She didn't want him to become too calm, as she still had some more plans in store for him. In a little while, she lifted her head, letting the hard cock slide teasingly out of her mouth and looked up at him and smiled.
The boyish smile that she received in return gave her the courage to go ahead. She climbed up on the bed and laid down full length in back of him, and told him to turn around and look her over. She still hadn't let him look into her pussy, but that would come pretty soon. First she wanted him to get acquainted with the parts of her body that were the most obvious. He got up on the bed beside her, and with his legs folded beneath him, he sat on his haunches and as his eyes took in the sea of naked flesh stretched out before him, the smile on his face widened even more. He himself didn't know what he was thinking, but he was even enjoying the confusion of his thoughts.
They remained there smiling at each other for a little while. The loving smile on each face that showed the mother's love for her son, and the son's adoration of a wonderful mother. This was a normal thing for them, but this was the first time it had ever happened in a situation like this. The very fact that they were able to continue their mutual admiration for each other while they were completely naked and as hot as a firecracker told her that it was all right to go ahead with anything that she could think of. He was far from losing interest in this little game. One look at the still rigidly erect, still glistening cock informed her that his interest was only now beginning to build.
She reached up and grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her and hugged him tight to her breast. And it was even better than when they did it with their clothes on. He could feel the warm firmness of her titties pressing against his chest, and she could feel the increasing hardness of his cock pressing against her belly. It was time to get down to business. She whispered softly in his ear and told him what she was going to do. She explained that she was going to let him get a good close up look at what a girl had between her legs, and when he was finished looking at it, she was going to show him and tell him what was supposed to be done with it.
He was all for it. The way he was feeling now, he was all for anything that would make his mother happy, and when she told him to move back until he was down between her legs, he quickly and eagerly complied. And as he worked his way backwards on his hands and knees, she pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide apart so that when he was in the right position, he was looking directly into the first pussy that he ever saw. His six year old mind became even more confused at the sight, but one thing was clear to him, and that was that he liked what he was seeing.
She put her hands down on each side of her pussy lips and spread them apart to give him an even better view, and the sight of the soft looking, dark pink flesh and the slightly open hole at the bottom and the tantalizing fold of soft flesh at the top made his hard-on feel as if it was going to burst. And it came very close to bursting when he saw her fingers move from the sides of the opening and the tips of them pulled back the fleshy protrusion and exposed a small shiny knob that looked just like a little penis. And he didn't hesitate a minute when she told him to taste it. He felt as if he was going to pee all over the bed as he leaned forward and stuck his tongue out and felt the hard smoothness of it.
Somehow, his little mind had the idea' that he was repaying his mother for the pleasure that she had given him, and if this would give her any pleasure at all, he was all for it. So after just a couple of tentative little licks, he decided to do the same thing to her that she had done to him that he liked so much, and he drew his tongue back in and opened his lips and sucked the little rod into them. When he felt the big thighs that enclosed his head on each side give a spasmodic jump, he was afraid for a minute that he had done something wrong, but before he could release the hard clit, he felt his mother's hands on his head pushing him back into position. He dug his face deeper into the warm opening and sucked as hard as he could.
Now he knew that he was doing the right thing. He could feel her belly heave and could feel the pressure against his ears as the wonderful, big, warm thighs tightened around his head. The soft flesh covered his ears so that he couldn't hear a sound and his eyes were pressed against the furry patch of hair at the top of her crotch so that he couldn't see anything either. It was as if he had suddenly been transported into a new dimension. A dimension where there was no light or sound, and all that existed was the feelings of the body itself. The feeling of being taken completely away from the cares of the world. The feeling of utter protection from any harm, or from any obligations or any duties. The feeling of being back in the warmth and safety of the mother's womb, with only the soothing beating of the heart to be heard.
But his reverie was suddenly shattered as the hands that had been caressing the top of his head suddenly tightened their grip and pushed his face away from the comfortable warmth that it had been buried in. And as soon as the legs parted and he could hear again, the first sounds that came through to him were the low, moaning sounds that reminded him of the faraway call of a lonesome animal. And although she released his head in order to place her hands once again on the sides of her pussy in order to hold it open, he was still only about two or three inches from the delicious crack when he saw a flood of cream pour out of the little hole.
And even though it was only a six year old mind that what trying to absorb the meaning of the sight of a girl coming for the first time in his life, he suddenly returned to the present as he realized that he was watching another girl coming, and as far as he knew, it was the first time that she had actually released her juices. Both he and Aggie watched breathlessly as they saw Ellen ram her ass down as hard as she could, and they could hear the meaty slap as crotch hit crotch, and even the grunt that was forced out of Jim's lips. Ellen had the entire meat pole buried in her body, and she lingered in that position for only a moment before slowly raising her bottom again until only the head of Jim's cock was inside of her, and then the two watchers could see the reason for her sudden burst of passion.
Not only had he emptied himself in her, but she was also emptying herself. She raised her ass just a tiny bit further so that the head of his dick was visible, yet it was still held in place by the rim of her hole and the creamy flood that poured out of her was obviously not caused by his emission alone.