Chapter 5
Lars stared at the spread-eagled older woman. She was lying on her bed, her legs wide and her knees slightly raised. The wet slice of her fat-lipped cunt pouted from her thick bush.
She sure's got a lotta hair, Lars thought, noting how her dark curls tapered to a thin line which reached to within an inch of her deep-set navel. Her tits were like fat drops of white jelly on her chest, wobbling and rippling excitingly with her every movement. Her nipples were big and dark, chocolate brown except for their blood-filled tips.
But the hard-cocked teenager's eyes kept returning to the woman's mouthwatering cunt.
Her curls were shiny with cunt-juice, and the outer lips were folded back-by her own fingers-like the petals of a blossoming orchid. The inner lips were wrinkled and smaller, and really did look like the petals of a pink flower.
"Go on," Frances groaned, raising her knees and lifting her ass a bit. "Kiss it. Get your tongue in there before you fuck me, please. Stick it all the way up my hole, Lars, and make me come!"
Lars got on his knees and slid his hands under her warm asscheeks. Her cunt squeezed and drooled more juice, then the hole opened a bit and he tried to look up it. He could see only an inch or so, but what he saw of her pussy-walls made his balls churn.
"Oh, don't make me wait!" Frances wailed, her tits rolling across her chest, sagging slightly to the sides when she ceased her squirming.
Lars licked his lips and looked over the gentle mound of her belly before dipping his head. What he saw excited him even more. Mrs. Thompson was holding up her tits, pointing the fat, swollen nipples at him and rubbing them with her thumbs. Behind them, her face was etched with lust. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth was open, and her tongue kept running over her lips. Her nostrils were flared wide.
Carefully watching her expression, he opened his mouth and covered her cunt with it. He bit down, softly, and felt her pussy-oil flow over his tongue. Her hairs tickled the roof of his mouth and caught on his teeth. He moved back and, starting at the hole, pushed up with his nose until it hit her clit.
Her bright-pink cunt-slit was almost free of hair, and he could see it in his mind's eye as he rearranged the folds with his busy tongue. The outer lips were fat and long, and extremely hairy, narrow at both ends. Her inner lips were more delicate, very wrinkled. As he tongued them, they felt swollen and hot. She was drenching his face with her juicy cunt. He'd never die of thirst with Mrs. Thompson around!
He plunged his tongue deep into her hole and was rewarded with a joyful yelp and a twist of her full hips. His grip on her ass shifted, and he spread her cheeks wide as he ate her, so wide that her asshole rubbed against the bed.
He lifted his face from her wet crotch. "Uhhhh . . . " she groaned, opening her eyes. "What . . . ?"
"You said anything, remember?" he asked, his cunt-juice-slickened face smiling.
"Y-yes," she panted, wondering what he was thinking that made him smile so eagerly.
"Ever had a thumb up your ass?" he asked, making a hitchhiker's fist, his thumb thick and long and stiff.
Frances shuddered. Her husband had fingered her ass a bit, sometimes while they were fucking, but only with his slender middle finger. The last time had been at least twelve or fifteen years ago. She could hardly remember what it felt like, but recalled that even his finger had been a tight fit.
"N-no," she said, her face burning with a combination of lustful curiosity and embarrassment. No use mentioning the finger, she thought, it was so long ago. Besides, he'll enjoy it more if he thinks he's the first.
"Get ready," Lars said ominously, lowering his face and chewing her hairy outer lips again. He dove between them and licked up to her clit, then sucked it between his warm, wet lips, running his tongue in slow circles over the tip.
Frances wailed, forgetting all about his ass fantasies. But Lars was just getting her hot and loose. He slid his stiff thumb through the wet crack of her ass until it was centered on the bumpy mouth of her shitter.
He waited until she was hunching, then, on her downward thrust, he rammed his finger upward and past the tight, wrinkled hole.
"Yughhh!" Frances wailed, thrashing her hips as the teenager's thick thumb slid painfully into her shit-hole. She could feel her sore ass stretched wide around the base of his long thumb, and her ass-muscles throbbed hotly.
"Huhhhh!" she groaned loudly. Lars' lashing tongue had just circled the rigid marble of her hard clit, scrubbing the sides as well as the head of the sensitive cunt-nub.
"Aghhhh!" she gasped again as he began moving his thumb in and out of the tight chamber of her ass. He felt her ass-muscle tugging at his knuckle as his thumb slithered back and forth. He knew if he looked he'd be able to see some of the inner pinkness of her hole clinging to his thumb.
"Bruhhhhh!" He vibrated his lips around her clit, and was happy to feel her jump again. Her tits were slapping wetly on her chest as her body twisted around with the extremely strong sensations racing through her loins.
Her husband's goosing hand had never felt this wonderful, even if he hadn't hurt her as much. Maybe that had been the problem- maybe he'd been too gentle with her. Maybe tight, rubbery holes like assholes needed a bit of forcing to bring out the best in a woman. She didn't know, but whatever the reason, she loved the rough way this teenager was rummaging in her shitter.
Sloppy, squishy liquid sounds rose from Frances' crotch from Lars' lapping tongue meeting her loose, fat cunt-folds. She reached down and cupped his head, digging her fingers into his scalp as she felt her climax starting.
"I . . . I'm almost there!" she cried, hunching her cunt at Lars' mouth.
The teenager was determined to make her come harder than she ever had in her life. He scrubbed his tongue over her foaming pink gash, slapping it strongly over her thick cunt-lips and twitching clit. He sucked in her slippery nubbin again, held its base with his teeth, then slowly pulled up to its tip, his teeth gently scraping the raw sides oLher sensitive clit-bud.
"Yahhhhh!" Frances screamed, thrashing out of control. Her head bounced on the bed, her legs kicked in the air, and her fingers tore at his scalp as she came, brought on by a strong mixture of pleasure and pain.
Lars shoved his tongue up her wildly fluttering cunt-tunnel, sucking and vacuuming her hot juices from her spasming hole. He could tell the older woman was in a frenzy of lust. Her body was still shaking, and she was panting and groaning as he'd never heard anyone do before.
Frances was delirious with the intensity of her orgasm. Her cunt spasmed again, and she was on her way up as if she'd never come at all. It was unbelievable! She'd never experienced a multiple orgasm before, not in all the years of her marriage, and she felt like crying at all the wasted years in her life when she'd been "making love" and not fucking!
Lars drew back. Cunt-juice ran from his chin. He fisted his cock and crawled over her still spasming body until he was over her sweaty tits. He shoved his long, hard cock between the twin, trembling tits, squeezed them around his prick, and started fucking.
Frances opened her eyes, watching the angry red head of the teenager's cock moving back and forth in her sweaty cleavage. It was drooling pre-cum, and suddenly she wanted to taste it. It had been too long since she'd tasted a young, virile cock! She lifted her head and his knob bumped against her chin. She opened her mouth and took a lick, then sucked him in.
Lars watched the older woman sucking on his leaking cock-head, but continued to fuck her tits. She moved her head, trying to stay with him, but couldn't. Finally, she held her mouth open and let him fuck into it as he slid through her tits.
God! she thought. His cock feels so hot between my tits. And then she thought about his climax. She'd sucked cock before, her husband's and a few others', but none of them had ever come in her mouth.
"Put it in my cunt!" she cried. "Fuck me, please, make me come again!"
But Lars had never had his cock in a cunt, and he was a bit fearful that his inexperience would be noticeable. Worse, what if he couldn't stay hard, or shot off too quick? But eating pussy and tit-fucking wasn't so threatening. This way, he was in command, and he'd already made her cunt rumble through a couple of eruptions.
"Later, later," he grunted, and zipped back and forth through her tit-tunnel's slick warmth even faster. "Uhhh, uhhh, here it comes!" he cried, thrusting forward and holding himself still. The fat knob of his cock was just inside her lips when his balls spasmed.
"Bluhh!" Frances gulped as the first cumwad jetted over her tongue and splashed against the back of her throat. The next few spurts hit the insides of her cheeks as her swishing tongue moved his cock. She felt the teenager's thick, creamy jism clinging to her gums, dripping from her teeth. She swallowed hard and moaned around his squirting prick-knob.
Lars' ass-muscles were tight, just like his nut-sac, as he held himself over the older woman's chest. Then, as she seemed to grow accustomed to the taste and feel of his cock-cream, her hands came up to clutch his lean asscheeks.
"Mmmmmmm! Uhh!" The climaxing teenager grunted, allowing her to pull him forward arid deeper into her mouth. He heard the wet, slobbering sounds she made as she swabbed her hot tongue around his stiff prick and stirred his sticky jism before swallowing it.
Frances' eyes grew wide. He was still coming, filling her mouth with burst after burst. She'd had no idea that so much jism would be flooding her mouth and throat, and she gulped as much down as she could, gasping for breath. The overflow began to drip from her lips, and then she choked and pushed at his belly, panicking as his cock kept blasting.
Lars bared his teeth in an ecstatic grimace with the intensity of his climax. He watched Mrs. Thompson push off his still-spurting prick and gag. Thick blobs of white cock-cream drooled from her nostrils. Several more gooey streamers were pushed out of her mouth by her white-coated tongue and covered her chin.
He fisted himself and milked the last few, weak spurts onto her forehead and nose. Now her face was practically covered with his cum. She wiped her nose and eyes, still choking a bit, and then ran her tongue over her lips. She looked at his limp, hanging cock. A white drop appeared in the slit and she drew a deep breath, gasping, "Oh, what the hell!" and puckered her lips around it and sucked in his cock.
Lars sighed as she cleaned his tingling prick. She really seemed to be enjoying licking and sucking on the softened, shrinking hose-like length of his cock. He knew she was still horny, for his hips were churning and hunching slowly, and the tips of her big tits were still hot and hard.
She licked him off noisily. "How long does it take you to get hard after shooting so much?" she asked, reaching up and fisting his limber dick.
"Keep playin' with it," he sighed, watching her soft fingers sliding up and down the loose skin of his cock.
"OK, but get off me while I do it, huh?"
When Lars slid off and lay back, Frances climbed over him, dragging her tits across his flat belly until her mouth was over his soft prick. She sucked it in and began pumping her head up and down.
She stretched out her legs behind Lars' head until her crotch splayed out wetly on his upper chest. He gazed at the long, smooth curve of her back, and at her plump, white asscheeks which quivered gently to her movements.
"How's your asshole?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Ummmhh," she mumbled, then lifted from his prick. "Still tingles a bit, but not bad, just sorta itchy, you know?"
"Ever had it kissed?" he asked, remembering how wild he'd made Cindy with his rimming and tongue-fucking.
"Oh, no!" Frances exclaimed. "No one's ever done that to me! You mean you . . . Are you sure you want to?" she asked, slightly embarrassed at the thought of a man's lips and tongue pressing into that most forbidden of bodily orifices-her asshole.
"If you'd like it, I'd like it," Lars said, cupping her soft asscheeks and rolling them under his palms. He felt them tense at his touch, then gradually relax.
Frances laid her head on his wiry crotch hair and sighed. Her breath warmed his prick. Since she wasn't saying no, Lars continued fondling the tender cheeks of her mature ass. It was a lovely ass, he thought, bigger than Cindy's, a lot hairier around her hole, but damned exciting.
He parted the flaccid cheeks and gazed at the dainty, hair-fringed little pucker. Her asshole was pink and smooth, and daintily pleated. He wondered if the older a woman got her asshole changed at all. Would Cindy's still be bumpy when she was in her thirties?
"Oooooh," Frances gasped as she felt Lar's tongue taking a long lick through the center of her hot ass.
She thrilled and shivered as the boy lovingly licked the crack of her ass, his soft, warm tongue laving wetly around her asshole and the sides of her wobbling asscheeks.
He raised his head. "You like it?" he asked, smoothing her quivering ass with his palms.
"Oh, yessss! Don't stop! I-I think I can come like that, if I rub my cunt on your chest at the same time ..."
"Be my guest," Lars said, rimming the tight little hole slowly. He knew some guys thought rimming was disgusting, but it never bothered him if the girl was clean. He'd never had any difficulty sticking his tongue in an ass, not even his first time. But the more things he'd do for a girl, the more the word would spread around that he was the guy to date. He'd quickly discovered that even if a girl said he shouldn't, that it was dirty or nasty, she really wanted to be persuaded. At least enough to try it once, just to see what it was like.
Mrs. Thompson was going slowly crazy, he could tell. Her fleshy ass was wobbling and shaking as she ground her cunt faster and faster on his chest. He laved her winking bung with great care, making sure that he kept pace with her and didn't break her rhythm. As she got hotter, he stiffened his tongue-tip and slipped it between her slightly raised shit-lips.
"Ahhhhh," she groaned, bobbing her ass back at him. She was about to cum, she knew, and scrubbed her clit against the boy's chest hairs. Suddenly, she felt him grab her asscheeks and spread them wide. Then she stiffened as his hot, wet tongue shot right into her snug, tingling bung.
"Nuhhhh!" she cried, loving every throb of her rubbery little ass-ring around his imbedded tongue. He was trying to move it in her, and she felt the tip wiggling.
Lars guessed she was on the verge of coming. He pulled his tongue back and plunged it in again, tongue-fucking her asshole with wild abandon.
"Ohhhhh! It's coming! It's coming!" she moaned, grinding her clit against his breastbone. Her oily cunt had really slicked down his hairs, she thought irrationally as she began hunching and gasping and squirming. Her orgasm rose, flooding her cunt with warmth. Her asshole clamped tightly on the spearing tongue which was giving her so much pleasure, but her wildly tossing hips soon pulled it free. She missed it instantly.
"Put it back! Put it back!" she bleated. "I'm still coming!"
Lars realized he'd never be able to get his tongue back in her ass, so he did the next best thing. He shoved the first three fingers of one hand into her gaping, creaming cunt-hole, and the middle finger of his other hand into her loosened ass-tunnel.
"Awwwww!" Frances cried as the boy circled all four fingers in her twin holes. He stroked them in and out with blinding speed, whipping her sloppy pussy into a bubbly froth, and giving her snug, rubbery ass-lips great frictioning.
Lars watched with amazement as the older woman came with a great shaking and thrashing of her body. Her big tits squirted out between them, pointed to the sides, red with irritation. He felt like chewing on their fat tips, but there was no way.
He slowly pulled his fingers free as she came down, panting and shivering. The steamy, musky heat of her crotch and asshole filled the room, but neither of them had noticed it in their passion. Frances lifted her head slowly.
"Oh, God!" she whispered in a weak voice. "I never came like that in my life! I should be ashamed," she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder, "but I'm not. I'm a fucking dirty old lady, and I love it!"