Chapter 5

It was the last thing she wanted, and she didn't know what she could do to stop him.

With a hard, driving thrust he suddenly stabbed his cock into her ass-hole. He moaned in ecstasy as the huge penis slammed into her.

It seemed as if his balls were pounding back and forth upon her, as his huge cock slid in and out.

It didn't matter that she was moaning as he plunged into her. The tight walls of her rectum gave way to the sudden pressure of his cock.

The young boy's thrusts were violent. He slammed his loins against her flattening buttocks as he filled her hot, tight ass with his cock. Then he pulled it out and pushed it in.

She twisted and turned, wishing that she could get away from him. It felt as if he was going to split her apart.

It was impossible for Ronnie to stop now. His whole body was pulsating with the force of the explosion about to take place in his balls. He hardly heard her protest as he was enjoying himself too much.

The voluptuous, erotic sensations which were rushing through his body outweighed any pain that she might feel.

He was pushing it into her hard now, as the exciting sensations built.

He knew it wouldn't be much longer before the burning lava in his balls shot into her ass.

Sighing, she gave up her ass to him, lifting her hips and holding still. She hoped that with her cooperation it would speed him to orgasm.

She rolled her hips and she thought this might bring him closer to orgasm. But it didn't. It only whetted his appetite, and now his rock hard cock was pounding into her, his balls bouncing on her smooth behind.

Shivers of excitement flooded through her as she felt him getting closer.

The pleasure had replaced pain. She was enjoying it. Realizing that he had brought her around, Ronnie was pleased with himself. He bent over and gripped her bosoms. He massaged them, pinching the nipples.

He was so stimulated now he could hardly stand it.

Finally, his penis exploded. The hot creamy juices shot into her ass-hole. She twisted around, enjoying the sensations of the creamy juice spurting up her rectum.

"It feels so good," she told him.

He was pleased that he could excite her this much.

Slowly he eased his penis dripping with cum out of her.

She stretched out and lay there.

"How did you enjoy your ass fuck?" he asked her bluntly.

"Ronnie," she told him, "I've never been fucked like this before. This was really a lot of fun for me."

"Well, it's been a lot of fun for me too," he told her. "We've fucked everything, haven't we?"

He looked at her and smiled.

"I'd like to use a french tickler some time too," he smiled.

"My husband just happens to have some," she said, "that he left behind."

Noticing that Ronnie's cock looked like it could take another fuck, she was determined to get all the action out of him that she could.

She felt a bit guilty about wanting so much from him. Then she thought to herself that he would be getting it one way or the other, and she might as well be the one who was on the receiving end.

"Go ahead and look for it," he said.

As she got off the bed and went over to the dresser to make the search, he watched her every movement. He enjoyed the sight of her ass, as she bent over the drawer to look for the French tickler. Finding it, she turned around.

"Oh, I'd just like for you to smother my face with those bosoms," he said. "Why don't you do that first?"

She enjoyed the fact that he seemed to get so stimulated by every part of her body. Bending over, she brushed her bosoms over his face. He loved the sensations that this created.

He was becoming more and more excited every moment.

Now she was pressing her bosoms tightly to his mouth, so he would open up and nibble at the nipples.

He did this with each bosom, and at the same time he was feeling her backside.

At this point she was eager to slip the French tickler on the head of his cock. As she looked at his penis and his balls, she couldn't help admiring him a lot. He didn't seem like a boy at all. He seemed like a very well developed, mature man who was in great need of sexual satisfaction.

He looked at her and felt one thing, the urge to fuck.

"Roll over on your back, sweetheart," he said. "We'll try this French tickler out."

With a solid, hard jab he thrust forward. She felt him moving in, French tickler and all. It did feel good to have the added delight of the rubber nodules on the French tickler exciting the sensitive lining of her vagina.

"Fuck me, honey," she told him, "fuck me real good."

He was giving her a good screwing now, and her hands were all over him now. She was massaging his back, playing with his ass-cheeks and pressing her fingers against his prostate gland as he slammed into her cunt.

He was slamming into her with a smooth, even tempo. It was just the way she liked being fucked.

He lunged into her with lusty desire. He was enjoying it more every moment.

"Come on, baby," he told her, "Let's fuck."

The pleasure that he was deriving at this point was increasing. With every cock stab he was enjoying it more.

To add to his pleasure, she figured that she would brush her bosoms over his chest. But she had to have him closer to do it.

"Move down farther, honey," she panted.

When he moved his chest down farther, she began wiggling her bosoms over him. He loved the sensation it was creating.

Reluctantly, Ronnie finally managed to press his lips against hers. She loved the sensation of his lips touching hers. Then, opening her mouth, she let her tongue slip up to his lips. Soon her tongue was plunging into his mouth.

Realizing how much pleasure could be derived from French kissing, he joined her in this action. Now he was pumping into her in hard driving thrusts.

"Oh yes," he told her. "I like that. Fuck me. Grab my ass. Oh yes, baby, this is fantastic."

He was learning plenty about sex. He figured that learning how to use a French tickler was a most sophisticated way of making it, and he was delighted at her eagerness to teach him. He planned to launch out during the summer and find other women around who needed sexual satisfaction.

Ellen threw her legs around her young lover's legs. Then, pressing her pelvis forward, she gripped his sliding penis tight in her twat and massaged it.

The two of them now were pumping against each other 'with new found enthusiasm and desire.

Soon their bodies were sweating and the slap of their sweaty bodies continued.

He continued pounding into her, and the pleasure was almost more than she could stand.

Their bodies were building together, in a special rhythm, and soon they both would be juicing. Yet they were enjoying it so much they both wanted it to last.

"I'm cuming," he panted excitedly, "I'm cuming."

Their bodies clasped together as their juices merged.

"So am I, darling," she panted as she patted his buttocks.

When he had finished shooting and withdrew the penis from her, she couldn't help but break out into a laughing jag.

"What are you laughing at?" the young boy asked, hoping that she hadn't flipped out.

"I was just thinking," she said, "that my husband used to say I wasn't sexy. Isn't it a riot? I'm sexy as hell, honey, and it was just that he didn't know how to treat me. You bet your ass I'm sexy."

The young boy listened to her, and it bothered him.

"You are," he said, "but you shouldn't laugh like that."

Sobering up, Ellen sat up and looked at Ronnie.

"Why do you say that Ronnie?" she asked.

"Well," he said, "you just have a wild look about you."

"Don't worry about me, Ronnie," she said. "I wouldn't think of confining your sex life to me. There are women around here who might appreciate a little action. When I go to the bridge club this week, I'm going to keep my ears open."

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"Simply this, dear," she said. "I think that I should spread some of the joy around. There are women who are sex starved. Widows, divorcees, women who need and crave what you have to offer so much of."

"Oh that sounds great," he said. "I sure would enjoy having some more adventures. I realize I'm growing up and I want to mature as quick as I can."