Chapter 6
The next day was Friday. Owen was lying on the hard mattress in his rundown hotel room brooding and plotting his revenge on his wife and her two children, especially Matthew.
"The little bastard," Owen was muttering aloud to himself all afternoon as he lay there boiling in the bitterness and defeats of his whole life, blaming them on the Wilkers family.
Tomorrow was Saturday, the day Matthew was going to start helping Marianne repaint her apartment. Surprisingly enough, her pad actually did need a paint job. The original was botched thoroughly and Marianne naturally wanted a darker color than white.
By Saturday morning when Matthew went over to Marianne's to start on the paint job with her, he thought she had forgotten all about him and what they had done together that night in the car. So much had happened in just one week that Matthew almost forgot it himself. Sarah dropped Matthew off at nine. Marianne winked at her as she was leaving. Once inside Marianne said, "Ready for a workout, Matthew?"
"Yes, mame," Matt said somewhat shakily. Marianne let Matthew roll the walls and ceiling while she did the woodwork and corners. They left all the doors and windows open. It was a hot, sweltering day and the paint dried quickly.
Marianne had a thing for yellow. She wanted everything deep yellow, light yellow, bright yellow, beige yellow, but yellow. Matthew didn't care one iota what color she wanted as long as he could look and imagine how that body of hers could do him. Marianne was almost undressed for the hot work. Her cut-off levi's were so short her asscheeks overflowed and squeezed out on both sides in the rear. Matthew got equal portions of paint on himself and the apartment from ogling her ass moving inside and outside those shorts. And if that didn't give him a stiff enough prick, Marianne's threadbare old cotton blouse certainly did. Matthew could see Marianne's nipples poking out against the aging material when he first saw her that morning. That was long before the humidity and her sweat made it cling lusciously to her proud knockers. Also, the top button was missing and the next one down wouldn't stay buttoned.
About one o'clock Marianne came up to Matthew and took away his roller. She rose up on her tiptoes and gave Matthew a big hug and a smooch on the cheek.
"We're doing great, Matty!" she exclaimed. "I never thought we would ever be this far along so soon. We're going to be great together, doll."
Matthew smiled dumbly, aware only of Marianne's teasing body movements.
"How about some lunch, love?"
Food, for Matthew, always ran a dead beat against fucking in his mind. "Yeah, I'm starving, Marianne!"
Marianne let her hair down out of the bandanna and went into the kitchen, letting Matthew follow and ogle the firm shakes and wiggles of her ample buttocks.
Marianne popped open a tall can of Colt .45 and handed it to Matthew. He took it reluctantly.
"Mom never lets me drink, Marianne. Not yet, anyway."
"C'mon, big boy, you're the monarch in that household now. Do as you damn well please. Besides, Sarah told me she knew you used to sneak some of Owen's Colts."
Matthew laughed self-consciously. "How did she know that?"
Marianne shrugged. "Momma's know most everything, lover. And their closest friends find out from them," Marianne replied pertly.
Marianne fixed a pile of sandwiches for Matthew and kept an ice cold malt liquor in front of him throughout lunch. Gorged, Matthew plunged onto the living room sofa, his third malt liquor in hand. Marianne went into her bedroom came out wearing an old paint-stained full skirt.
"You sure must paint a lot, Marianne."
Marianne laughed and sat down beside him. She was drinking a Pink Lady.
"Matthew," she said as she ran her hand up his thigh, "I think you're a little drunk." Mathew smiled and said, "It 'feels neat, too." Marianne then leaned on Matthew's shoulder and looked up at him. "Matty," she cooed, "remember that night in the car? I do, big man. I do. Hmmmmm!"
Marianne was now massaging his inner thigh just below his massive, youthful balls. Matthew's eyes flickered between the evocative scene of Marianne's bulging cleavage and the meanderings of merely her fingernails and fingertips over his balls and swelling cock.
Marianne chuckled softly over his boyish enhancement.
"I remember that night, baby. I told your momma all about it, too. She was very proud of what I told her. I told her how much of a man you were, how good you came, and how nice you made me feel. How nice you could make her feel, too, Matthew, darling," Marianne whispered to him.
Matthew looked into Marianne's eyes hopelessly. His cock immediately pulsed against her hand. Marianne let her hand collapse and mold around the bulging denim.
"Why do you think your momma and I wanted you to help me paint the apartment this weekend? Painting was just the excuse, big man. Oooo, I felt it throb again, Matty. Jesus, it's huge," Marianne murmured as her eyes could not help jerking down to look.
I've always wanted one of those long thick white cocks up my cunt-and my little asshole, she thought to herself.
"Excuse for what?" Matthew asked pleadingly.
"Excuse to fuck me, silly."
Matthew waited and then felt Marianne lean up over him and melt her lips and mouth into his. She whispered to him between Frenchies.
"Ohh, yes, lover, your momma Sarah wanted you to fuck me. She wants me to show you how to really fuck a cunt or ass good. Because your momma will let you sleep with her and fuck her every night."
Matthew sat back tensely, his mind spinning with lust. Marianne deftly unzipped his pants and released his prick. He wore no underwear. Marianne was again pleased and surprised. She scooted closer to Matthew and leaned over him with her head resting on his muscular belly. She began running her index finger lightly along the pulsing undervein of his cock.
"Would you like that, lover? Would you like motherfucking your momma love every night in her big cozy bed? Marianne teased as her pink tongue tip began moistening the rim of his cockhead.
"Oh, yes, I would like to, Marianne. Yes! Yes!" Matthew replied breathlessly. "I've wanted to ever since we went to the lake. The way Mom played with me and jerked me off while we were sunning on the beach just tore me up inside, Marianne. I've wanted to fuck her pussy deep and hard ever since then."
Matthew looked down and inhaled involuntarily at the sight.
"Matty, Matty, my big dicked lover, let me help you for now. You can fuck your momma love soon enough, in fact, both of us together if you've got enough jism in those big balls of yours," she said as she clasped his heavily hung set of love pumps. "But for now, loverman, just let me give you a little blow job. Okay?"
Matthew gulped and his cock throbbed upward again.
"I want to see it get big and long and stiff like it did that night in the car. It's pretty huge right now but I know it can get even longer and thicker," Marianne teased bitchily as she let Matthew get a good view of her thick moist brown lips sliding slowly down over the head and then the entire length of his growing penis. Matthew's cock was becoming a deep angry purplish red and the fiery red lipstick Marianne was wearing left glossy streaks of it smeared up and down the length of his adolescent engine. Matthew watched Marianne beginning to stroke his angry hard-on up and down with her lips. His cock grew with each stroke and Marianne felt it.
After one juicy upstroke Marianne stopped and said, "After you've fucked me all night tonight, Matty, you'll be able to fuck your momma especially good. I'll teach you good, baby."
"OH, YESSSSS, MARIANNE!! OH, OOHHH, YESSSSS!!!" Matthew said, his voice cracking with lust and his hips and legs beginning to lurch and quiver beneath Marianne.
Marianne was holding his cock straight up now. It was eight inches at least. Her eyes sparkled. She could hardly wait for tonight and the glorious fucking she was in for. Her lips descended its length.
When Marianne felt the telltale jolts deep within Matthew's testicles, she unsheathed her mouth from around his cock and began a rapid flicking of her tongue tip back and forth over Matthew's thick flabby prepuce. Matthew rocked and quaked beneath her.
"Oh, Marianne, Marianne!! Pleasssseeee, make it shoot! I can't wait any longerrrrr, oooooOOOOOOOHHHHHHHNNNN!"
Marianne smiled wickedly and casually wrapped her lips over just the top two inches of his raging cockhead and sucked on it as she had done on his mother's titties two nights before.
"OH, OH, OHHHHHHHH, I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNG!"
Both of his balls jerked inside her squeezing palm and instantly his sperm was shooting into her mouth. Marianne gulped furiously. She could barely swallow all of it. She did not want to let even a drop escape Vier cum-greedy guWet. But there was just too much of his jism spurting out for her to swallow. Thicker and thicker rivulets of his cum began oozing out of the corners of her mouth.
Very simply Marianne had never seen a man, white or black, come as much as Matthew did. She fell in love with Matthew at that moment. He was going to be her teenage white studboy. Her black pussy and ass and throat were for him for the filling from now on.
Marianne had gulped down all she possibly could and they both rested momentarily. Then Marianne leaned over and kissed Matthew deeply, their saliva and his tangy cum mingling together warmly.
Marianne then cleaned her studboy like a good lover and mother. She licked his big floppy dick until it glistened with her saliva. She even licked his balls and hair clean of all her droolings. With difficulty she forced his bulging prick back into his jeans. They both laughed, relieved that they could both look upon one another as lovers now. They knew the final bond would be sealed tonight.
"Are you ready to finish the paint job, Matty?"
Matthew smiled sheepishly. "Sure, Marianne. Say, Marianne?"
"What, loverboy?"
"Thanks!"
Marianne laughed aloud at his innocent sincerity and grasped his hand as they went back into the kitchen to finish.
By now the heat outside was stifling and Marianne wordlessly stepped up to Matthew and helped him out of his shirt as he came in close to her. Then she stepped back and looked at him. Slowly Marianne unbuttoned the front of her blouse and shrugged it off over her shoulders. It slid to the floor and stayed there until Monday morning. As Matthew stared at her huge firm tits Marianne cupped them with her slim hands. She looked back up at Matthew and said coquettishly, "You don't mind if your little black lover wants a little freedom, do you, Marty?"
Matthew leered boyishly at Marianne and laughed before he quickly grabbed for her. Marianne jumped back, squealing, "Oh, no, you don't, loverman, not yet. Marianne is going to tease you shamelessly all day. And then tonight you can fuck and suck and nibble on me all you want. But not until then, you sweet little motherfucker."
Marianne winked up at Matthew devilishly before she bent over to stir the paint. Matthew could not help staring at her firmly hanging breasts swaying and waving with her arm movements. When she had finished stirring the paint and Matthew's unflagging imagination, Marianne stepped over to the kitchen table and poured some of the paint into the roller tray. When she poured it, it plopped into the tray and two thick yellow drops of paint splashed up onto her big left tittie and ran down onto her nipple. She de liberately ignored it and let Matthew's eyes drink in the erotic contrast.
"What if someone comes to the door, Marianne?"
"I'll put my blouse back on, silly. Now don't start worrying. Besides, we'll hear them comingup the stairs, that it."
"Can I lock the screen door?"
"Okay, worry-wort. Go ahead. I'll be back shortly."
When he came back into the kitchen, Matthew started on the ceiling again. Soon he heard Marianne walking back in over the crackling newspapers.
"Come hither, Lancelot," Marianne giggled behind him.
Matthew came down from the ladder and over to Marianne who was holding a small, odd pair of lavender panties. She reached for his zipper and undid his jeans again. She knelt down and pulled them completely off. With his hand on her shoulder he stepped into the scanty garment. Marianne purposely fumbled with them as she pulled them up over his still long, thickish penis. There was no bottom to them. Matthew felt the hot air seeping around the sweaty flesh all the way inward to his asshole. He felt suddenly shameless and free. The front of his panties was only a wispy, sheer promise of lavender mesh. It molded around his cock and balls like a sleeve.
"Lavender, Marianne?" Matthew wondered.
"Kind of kinky, isn't it, Matty? I like it on you, though, honeyman. It makes you that much prettier to a big hungry bitch like me. Besides, I'm not running a nudist colony here, you know,"! she said winking.
Marianne reached over and tugged playfully on his prick a few times. She then just held him there and pulled him gently to her, his massive sweaty chest mashing deliciously against her ripe boobies.
"Now just why do you think I'd have a pair of panties with no bottoms, honey?"
"Gosh, I don't know, Marianne."
"Because these panties are for a woman or a big stud like you. And when it's my turn to wear them, I want you to turn me over on my belly on that big bed in there and then shove every inch of that big stiff cock of yours right up my tight little black asshole."
Marianne was now breathing these sweet enticements into his ear while she gently massaged his prick through the gauzy material beneath. Abruptly she stopped and started painting again, leaving Matthew staring in fascination down at the big wet spot spreading over the lavendar mesh at the tip of his cock. He heard Marianne giggling and looked up to see her also staring at his hanging manhood.
"C'mon, momma's boy, Marianne's going to fuck you silly soon enough this evening. Let's finish painting now. It'll keep your mind off my titties and pussy and asshole and tongue and al that slippery stuff."
"I don't think it will, Marianne," Matthew said frankly.
Marianne laughed again, relishing his predicament and thrilling inside herself at the delight Matthew's pent up cum juice would give her that very night. Marianne had spread her legs for many men and women but never one so virile and so potent as young Matthew. Marianne felt herself falling in love with a boy young enough to be her own son and this thought alone made her pussy moisten and her pussylips swell and redden with anticipation.
At three-thirty the radio reported the temperature as 103 degrees. Matthew and Marianne felt every degree. But at last they were finished. They celebrated with two more malt liquors.
"Blow awhile, Matthew. Let me clean all this up while I'm sipping this and you can relax on the sofa with yours," Marianne instructed him, slapping him on his hard, slender ass as he passed her.
In a few minutes Marianne was finished. Matthew watched excitedly as Marianne walked through the door and across the living room to him. Her breasts were swaying rhythmically as she approached. Her skirt rode high up over her knees and thighs as she sat down.
Marianne sat back on the sofa facing Matthew who had been too hot and tired to make it even to the sofa. He was sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of the sofa. They both sipped on their drinks and just breathed deeply. As she breathed, Matthew's gaze was riveted to the rising and falling lushness of Marianne's massive brown breasts.
Marianne in turn looked frankly down at Matthew's penis and testicles. His cock was growing instinctively. Marianne felt her cunny mouth dampening at the sight.
"Matty," she said softly, "go into my bedroom and get me my green jewelry box. Okay, hon?"
Obediently Matthew lofted up in front of her and padded over the thick carpet to the hallway. Marianne watched his cock and balls hanging pendulously. God, he's big, she thought to herself in awe.
Entering Marianne's bedroom for the first time made Matthew's prick stiffen even more than watching her breasts heaving before him as she sat on the sofa enticing him. The bed was enormous and it was covered with a silky jet black bedspread. Mirrors dominated the walls and there were even a few directly above the bed. Matthew's hard-on sprang upward at the sight of all the shapes and sizes of negligees strewn carelessly about the room.
Matthew retrieved the leather box but then set it back down. Impulsively he sat on the bed and picked up one of the negligees lying there. He pulled his sheer panties down under his balls. His cock pointed spear-like toward his mirror image on the dresser mirror. Matthew could not help grasping his hard young penis through the negligee he had draped around his arm and hand. Each stroke made his dick throb and threaten to spurt out his anxious cumload. Narcissistically, though proudly, Matthew gazed down at his own raging cunt-pleaser.
"Oh, loverboy," Marianne whispered across the room from the open doorway.
Matthew bolted upright, dropping the negligee and letting his cock sway before him magnificently. Marianne was impressed.
"You should let me do that, you big stud," she said, approaching. "My, my, how long is that big cock of yours?"
"I-, I-, I don't know, Marianne. I'm sorry I-."
"Oh, shut up, brat! I enjoyed watching you beat off. You were in a trance and didn't even hear me coming. Jesus, Matthew," Marianne exclaimed as she reached down and wrapped her hand lightly around the base of his prick, "just how much longer does it get?"
Matthew blushed painfully, feeling his cock jolting and jerking in Marianne's stroking, tightening grasp.
"C'mon now, big cock, get the box and let's go back in the living room," Marianne commanded him as she slipped her hand underneath Matthew's balls and then stretched the overburdened lavendar material back out over his ripe testicles and penis.
Back in the living room sitting on the sofa with her boyish lover Marianne opened the box and took out one of the dozen joints inside.
Shocked, Matthew said, "Is that pot, Marianne?"
Silently ignoring him, Marianne lit the joint and took a short, fiery hit. In that odd, non-exhaling tone she said, "Do you mind, Matthew?"
"Well, no, no, not really. In fact, not at all, Marianne. After all, it is your apartment," he said, trying to appear sophisticated about it.
Marianne kept her eyes on a nervous Matthew until she exhaled visibly. "I'll put it out if you want, lover," she offered, reaching for the ashtray.
"No, that's okay, Marianne. Really! I mean it," he insisted uncertainly.
Marianne took another hit, watching him in "Does Mom know you smoke pot, Marianne?"
"Yes," she said simply. "She tried some herself, Matthew."
"Really? Did she really!? Did she like it, Marianne?"
"Oh, my, yes, lover. She loved it and me. That's when she asked me if I'd teach you how to make love. Would you like to smoke a little?" she said offering the joint to him.
"I don't know if I should. I'd like to talk it over with Mom first."
"I understand completely, Matthew. Besides, it doesn't look like you need any to get high," she said as she reached down and cupped his balls with her delicate fingers. "So, I'll just relax and watch your prick grow for me. I'll finish this little number and then I'll be super-ready to take it. And from the look of it I'd better be ready! Wow, baby, look at it grow in my hand!"
Marianne was now stroking his stiffening cock lingeringly through the mesh material, easy long strokes that ended ticklingly on his prepuce making his penis twitch and pulse upward in her hand. Matthew could not help what was happening. Marianne made him want to fuck and fuck and fuck. By now the panties were stretched to where they barely covered his fat, throbbing cockhead.
Marianne's leering gaze did not help either. She was now holding his cockhead lightly between her thumb and forefinger and squeezing it gently. Each squeeze made him bolt in her grasp.
"Marianne!" he almost sobbed, "I can't help it. Honest, I can't. The way you look at me and touch me."
"Don't help it, lover! Just let me handle this big prick. Marianne knows how to make a man grow a super cockstand for her. Though I've never seen one like this. Can it get any bigger, lover?"
"Maybe a little."
"My warm pink cunt is just waiting to swallow it up."
Marianne then took charge and guided Matthew into a kneeling position on the carpet in front of her. Her heavy breasts still moved hypnotically before him. Her skirt was casually riding far up her thighs and Matthew could almost see the dark fringes of her pussy.
"My goodness, look at this big angry penis staring me in the face, Matthew. Is he angry at me, Matthew?"
"Oh, no, Marianne. Really!"
"Oh, but I think he is. I've teased him so much. Here, I think we should let him out."
Marianne slipped the material from around his prickhead and Matthew's cock bounded out and up like an attacking animal.
Marianne was hynotized now. She watched in awe and some fear as her boy lover's enormous penis waved before her. Delicately she cupped his balls and started a constant, pump-priming squeezing of them.
Now she scooted up closer to him, her nipples swaying close to his chest, her skirt sliding clear up to the top of her wide brown thighs. With her free hand she began fondling Matthew's cock. Lightly, always lightly for that enraged a cock for fucking much more than a heavy hand. She was stroking it, flicking his peehole at the tip, tickling his prepuce with her fingernails.
"Oh, Marianne, please, PLEASE stop teasing me!!"
Oh, poor baby boy lover! Poor baby," she mocked, bending over to oval his prickhead into her wet lips.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNGGGGNNNN!" he moaned.
Deftly Marianne scooted farther up to the edge of the sofa, her breasts standing out and mashing against his chest. Her one short tongue-flicking of his cock set Matthew off more than ever. But now the tip end of his powerful young cock felt the smooth brown skin of Marianne's belly brushing it, making it jump for the thousandth time.
Marianne herself could wait no longer but she was totally in control of her boy lover for now and was leading him to where she would lose this control and be pounded beautifully beneath him. She began.
Acrobatically Marianne lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Matthew's back, her arms supporting her at her side. Her skirt fell away across her belly, unveiling to her lover her thick, curly-haired pussy. Then she reached up and framed Matthew's face in her hands and rose up to kiss him slowly, her tongue and lips trailing and wafting over his whole vulnerable, seducible mouth.
As she kissed him and felt him responding awkwardly but with strength and surging desire, Marianne ever so slowly, began leaning-falling back into the soft cushions, causing Matthew's torso to slide down along hers, causing his penis to rasp and throb against the limp material of her skirt. Marianne's kiss was drowning Matthew in her black, motherly passion. At last his tongue began to meet and embrace hers and melt into her mouth.
Matthew did not even feel his prickhead brushing against and entwining among the black bush surrounding Marianne's pink cunny, even though his prick jolted repeatedly from the touch.
Marianne arched up her hips expertly, her legs gripping around Matthew's back to do so. Matthew could feel his cockhead slicing through her wet vagina lips like they were butter. Marianne smiled up at him, her eyelids heavy with cocklust. She seemed suspended herself with her pussy poised above his rampant penis. She reached down and slipped one slim hand between them as Matthew held himself up stiff-armed on the sofa cushions. He felt her hand weighing gently down upon his penis head, guiding it to the entrance of fucking. He looked down to see her smiling up to him.
"Hhhhhhmmmmmm, lovvvvvverrrrrrr!" sighed Marianne.
Marianne began sliding back down, pulling herself to Matthew, her hand aiming his love handle. This time his penis didn't slice through her lovelips. He pierced them. Never' had he imagined anything so soft, squeezing and fleshy-hot.
"MARIANNE! MARIANNE!" he moaned, wincing in ecstasy.
Simultaneously Matthew felt utter relief and agonizing tension before the final explosion. Marianne tugged at him with her strong legs, urging him to plunge in the sword and become her man.
She whispered to him: "Push it in a little, baby. That's ... hhmmm ... right. Just slide it in easy. OOHHH! OH! OH!! Matthewwww!"
The more cock that slipped through her cuntlips the thicker it got and the more stretched open was her quim. She could do only one thing. She unlocked her legs from behind his broad, strong back and spread them in the air. Her neck arched back. Her eyes glazed over with lust. Her fingernails dug into the sofa cushions. Her wide smooth belly convulsed with stabbing shots of delight. Marianne relinquished control.
"UHH UH!! UUHHH!! OH, BABY! BABY LOVWERRR! MATTHEW, BABY! OH, JESUS, THAT COCK!! WHAT A COCK! IT'S KILLING ME, LOVER BOY, AND I LOVE IT!"
"I can't help it, Marianne," he gasped, still cramming more prick into her as he now held her ass and lifted her to him. "Should I stop, Marianne?"
"Oh, no, lover! Never stop fucking me like you are now, you sweet white little motherfucker. Never, never!"
At last Marianne felt the deepest reaches of her cunt cock-stuffed and stretched to the tearing point. Her legs were petrified in an upward sign of victory. To move them would have made her faint from the pain. Marianne could hardly (!) believe that she had finally fucked a man that could fill her quim full. Cautiously she reached down under her hips and put her hand to her cunthole.
"Matthew, you're still not in! My god, lover, I can't take anymore. It's so fucking huge. Oh, but I want every last fucking, spurting inch of it, baby. GIVE IT ALL TO ME, MOTHERFUCKER! FUCK YOUR LITTLE BLACK MARIANNE!! FUCK, BIG COCK! FUCK ME!"
"Wrap yourself around me again, Marianne," Matthew said in a strangely calm voice.
Wincing and whimpering the while, Marianne drew her legs in again around his limber back.
Marianne called to him pleading.
"I want it now, Matty baby! Start fucking me now! I can take it, darling. I can, I know I can! Really!"
Marianne blew him kisses with her eyes closed. Matthew looked down at her, feeling his desire sharpen and poise for the filling-fucking-killing.
Marianne squeezed the wall muscles of her cunt, growing to crave the electric tingle of pain. Matthew instantly flinched face to toe and desperately flailed out to keep from drowning in his black motherly fuck.
Lost in her again, Matthew panted, "Marianne! Stop! Not now! What are you doing to my cock!?
DON'T! COOL IT!"
"Shut up and fuck, babylove!" she hissed. "Pun it out a little ... yes ... now run it back inside me ... oh, OOHHH, HHHHHhhhhmmm ... that's it ... now back out again ... ooooooohhhhh, god, YES! ... OH, OH, OH, YESSSSS, LOVER ... FUCK YOUR MOMMALOVE ... FUCK MMMMMEEEEE HARD ... UH ... UH ... UH ... OH, THAT'S GOOD
... DRIVE IT IN, MOTHERFUCKER ... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MMMMEEEE!!!"
"I can't hold it much longer, Marianne. I'll go too soon. It's coming. I feel it running out my balls into my cock now. Oh, Marianne, lover, my sweet black momma!"
Marianne reached up to his shoulders and pulled his whole weight down on top of her. She wanted to be fucked to the hilt. She whispered into his ear, "Let it come, Matthew darling. Shoot it all inside your sweet Marianne. Shoot it in me NOW!!!"
Matthew came.
He kept coming.
Matthew literally pissed out his hot thick cum into her black cunt.
He stroked her again and again and again to her gorged, swimming depths.
Pounded, mailed and whining ecstatically, Marianne locked her snaking legs high up around the middle of his rippling back.
Accidentally Matthew pulled out of her on one backstroke. A thick shot of cum jerked out of his penis head at that instant and splashed against her exposed clit. Marianne screamed convulsively and pressed him into her again, stretching her pussy so wickedly. Helplessly Marianne came all around him now.
"OH, FUCK ME, MATTHEW!! ... FUCK ME GOOD!! ... I'M ... I'M ... I'M CCUUUUMMM ... CU ... OOOOOHHHHHH ... CCCUUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG ... CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, AAAAAAHIIIIIEEEE!!!, NOWOOOOOOW!!! ... UH, UH, UH, UH, NNN, NNN, NNN, AHGKK!"
Matthew was a pile driver. He stroked her without mercy. Marianne whined pitifully beneath him, helplessly letting each of his thrusts sear and rasp juicily back and forth over her raw, swollen clitoris. Her orgasms were so many and intense her toes curled in painful spasms. Marianne just lay there swooning, being deliciously fucked and pounded. His cum just kept spilling out into her soaked, greedy cunt.
Time was lost. They both lay there with Matthew atop Marianne. His chest expanded heavily, satisfyingly into her pillowy brown breasts. Her legs had given out and were splayed out shamelessly. Lovingly Marianne had slipped her arms around Matthew and held him into her.
Matthew's prick deflated slowly, its length and girth causing Marianne to sigh endlessly as it did so. Oddly his muscular weight felt good crushing her into the cushions.
Marianne smiled a private little smile to herself as she lay there, her hands caressing Matthew's backbone. She smiled because between them she began feeling their mutual cummings oozing out of her pussy and running down into her asscrack. It was a deliciously obscene feeling.