Chapter 5
Jane licked the sparkly cum off the fourteen-year-old boy's face and led him into her bedroom for the night. She intended to have his cock for breakfast the next morning!
Frankie slipped between her flowered sheets and fell asleep like a baby. Why shouldn't he? He was one.
Jane laid beside him and put her hand on his sex organ and flicked her fingers through his sparsely -haired pubic area.
Sleep wouldn't come to her!
She was completely relaxed and well fucked, but GUILTY! She had successfully seduced the boy she had seen born and had raised. He was like her own son! Here she was in bed with him! She'd fucked him and sucked his boyish cock and tasted of his young jism. She'd taken his cherry!
What if he told his dad? He'd brag to somebody about the fuckin'. What if he told some of his buddies and they told Ben? Her ass'd be mud! She knew she had done wrong in fuckin' the kid! But she was sooo lonely that she didn't know what to do! She had to have somebody to love and kiss and screw. But did it have to be Frankie? Why hadn't she gone to a bar and picked up some horny guy?
Why did she have to take her horniness out on a fourteen-year-old?
She was not only dumb and stupid, she was wicked and nasty and vile! How could she have been so horny that she couldn't control herself? She felt so ashamed?
Tears came to her eyes. Why had God made her with a sex desire and then taken away her husband and the results of her sex ... her baby? The world wasn't fair to her at all. She hadn't been fair to Frankie that night. She'd made him think the fuckin' was all his idea when in reality, she'd seduced him ... quite deliberately. How could she have done it? How could she lie beside the child now? How could she enjoy playing with his hair and penis? What was the matter with her?
The only excuse she had was that she was lonely and sexually starved.
She knew she should have seduced somebody else ... anybody else! This kid was a minor and she could really get hung for raping a child. She didn't think of herself as a child molester but that's exactly what she was! She'd tried not to be. If Ben hadn't brought that blonde floozy home with him tonight, she'd planned on asking him for a fuck. He'd of understood what she needed and give it to her! This he wouldn't understand at all. His good friend fucking his son? Maybe he wouldn't believe it if he did hear it. She wasn't that type a person. She was a motherly type who had been denied her right to be a mother and wife. She'd been blasted out of everything that she should have had.
So she took what didn't belong to her ... Frankie!
She tossed and turned in bed wondering what the punishment for fuckin' a kid was? She tried to push that thought out of her head. She didn't wanna ruin a perfectly good night with thoughts of her going to the slammer for having a good time with Frankie.
She tried to convince herself that he wouldn't tell. It was hard to do because little boys always talk. She just knew it'd get back to Ben and he'd bust her!
That sure in hell would ruin her chances with him. She'd shot her chances with Ben when she fucked his kid anyway. She didn't really give a damn about Ben except that he'd always been a good friend and maybe they could a got married and lived a normal life. Now all that was down the tube. How could she ever live a normal life with the father when she'd screwed the hell outta the son?
She sure had no life with the son, either! She'd blown it all the way around.
She cried as she turned away from the sleeping child in her bed. She had no future with him and she'd lost out with his dad. He'd be sure to tell his dad if she and his dad ever did decide to marry, and in reality, there was little chance of it anyway!
She turned back to Frankie and hugged the child. She'd think about tonight. Tonight she wasn't alone! Tonight she'd had a ball! Right now she hugged a dear child to her breast and loved him! Tonight was all that counted.
She listened to Frankie breathe his contented tempo. She put her finger to his brow and traced along with tender love and affection. She felt the smoothness of his young face, the softness of his lips. She stroked his long hair as it flared out over her pillow. His thin, naked chest was warm to her touch. It was bare of hair, so smooth was his skin. His penis lay at peace over his balls surrounded by small, sparse patches of hair. Her hand went back to his hip and she snuggled close to his warm body and smelled the sweet fragrance of his warmness.
She absolutely adored this child she had brought up for most of his life. No matter what happened, tonight was worth it! To feel his prick in her hole, the prick she'd seen when he was a baby, was delicious. There couldn't be anything wrong with gobbling up that penis that she'd watched grow all these years. There was nothing about this child that was anything but lovely!
Of course the rest of the world would think differently if they knew. They couldn't know of the love she had for this boy that might have been her own. All right! She did know it was wrong to fuck him! But she also knew she loved him so very much!
The rest of the night she slept peacefully, and if she did wake, she reached to feel the warmness of Frankie next to her. She smiled and returned to a pleasurable sleep. She wasn't alone. She touched the child.
When she woke in the morning, the sun was pouring into her bedroom and her first thought was how beautiful! How beautiful was everything! The sunshine, life! She reached for Frankie and felt nothing. He was gone!
She turned over to stare at the empty bed. What had happened? She'd planned on touching and loving him this morning and now he was gone! No fuckin' this morning! How absolutely horrible!
Maybe he was out in the kitchen. She dashed naked from her bed and searched the house. Frankie was gone!
She sat on the cold, plastic chair in the kitchen and looked out of the window. The sun had faded and rain clouds appeared. She shivered at the cold look outside. Inside she was cold and alone again.
She got up and plugged in the coffee pot and wandered aimlessly to her bedroom and put on a rosy robe. She belted it tightly around her waist and pulled it up around her neck to cover her cold, jutting boobs. She was still cold and the sunshine had not only left the sky, it had left her heart.
She knew he was too good to be true and last. She prayed she hadn't run him off for good. She went back to the kitchen to mope over a cup of hot coffee. That didn't warm the empty cold she felt deep inside.
She wandered into the living room with her cup of coffee and gazed at the house next door. Nobody was around. Ben must a gone to work already and heaven only knew where Frankie was. His bike was gone.
All day there was no sign of life at the house next door. She spent half of her time looking out her front window and saw nothing.
Just as it was getting dark, Frankie rode his bike up and parked it in front of his house and went inside without a look towards her place.
Her heart sank.
Ben didn't come home that night at all. She sat by the window and watched for him or Frankie or something! Frankie didn't call or come over. Nothing!
Jane sat by the window quite late and finally went to bed and cried. Only last night she'd had her sweet child by her side in this bed. Now it was more lonely than ever in the big, queen-sized bed. She tossed and turned on the flowered sheets. She felt the side of the bed where Frankie had slept the night before and the sheet was startlingly cold.
She laid there staring at the ceiling that was covered with shadows of the branches of trees illumened by the street light. The branches danced across her ceiling as the street light swung in the wind and the rain poured down. A big bolt of lightning scratched across the sky followed by a crash of thunder.
She knew Frankie didn't like electrical storms. Yet he was over there at his house alone.
Jane got up and padded to the living room dragging a blanket and her pillow to the couch. She snuggled on the couch on her side and hugged the back of the couch. It seemed to comfort her ... like she was hugging a very big person and wasn't sleeping alone. She propped her belly and legs close to the back of the couch as if curling up to somebody ... anybody. She didn't feel lost in a big bed alone while she hugged the lifeless back of the couch. When she closed her eyes, she'd imagine she was cuddling up to somebody. The tears squished out of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
The lightning jolted the sky and the thunder rumbled and crashed through the night.
The next day was Sunday. She saw nothing next door.
What seemed like an eternity of lonely days passed with no contact with either Frankie nor Ben. Jane rambled around the house. She didn't go out at all. She skipped all her club meetings and tutoring at school.
She was in mourning for herself and the dead feeling that had engulfed her. One more time she was depressed and alone. She had just about given up on ever being anything but alone when one evening just at dusk the doorbell rang.
She answered Ben's ring.
He was in a hurry as usual. She looked over his shoulder to his car and saw a woman in the car. It wasn't the floozy blonde, this one had henna red hair, really a brassy, blazen, gaudy color. She didn't ask anything but did wonder where on earth he was digging up his choice of company.
He asked her if she was going to open house at the junior high with Frankie tonight. He said Frankie didn't wanna ask her because she had already done so much for him, and he thought his dad'd be home. Ben had to go someplace and he wondered if Jane'd go to school like she always did.
Jane assured him that she would.
Ben smiled his devilish little grin and said he had to leave and he knew Frankie was in good hands with her. He dashed out to his car and the cheap-looking redhead.
Jane thought he was carrying his love life a little too far! He was neglecting his own son for really dippy-looking dogs. She was very disgusted with Ben! She never got a chance to talk to him about his son. She'd have to catch him sooner or later and give him explicit hell!
She went and took a good shower and her heart was lifted. She was gonna see Frankie tonight! She sudsed herself thoroughly and let the spray wash all the lather away. She got from the shower and dried herself and dashed to her closet. She wanted to look real nice to meet Frankie's teachers tonight. She wanted the boy to be proud of her.
She wondered why Frankie hadn't asked her to go to school with him? Maybe he was too busy or upset at his father.
She chose a soft green pants suit and pulled it on over her white bra and panties. She was sorry she hadn't had time to get her hair done for this occasion.
She brushed her short hair until it shimmered in the light and still wasn't happy with it. It was too flat. She put on one of her brown wigs that had been styled only the week before. It was a puffy, short shag and looked much better than her own hair.
She clipped on gold earrings and hung a long, gold chain around her neck and slipped into her flat, green shoes that just matched her pants suit.
She looked in the mirror and was pleased except for the lines that crinkled from the corners of her eyes. She was getting terribly old-looking. She was glad she didn't look as old as she felt.
She dashed out to the kitchen to see what she had on hand for a snack for the youngster after the meeting at school. She should a gone to the store instead of moping around the house for those depressed days! She didn't have a thing that Frankie liked. And all those years she had had goodies in the house for the youngster!
She'd surprise him and take him out for a hamburger or something after Open House at the school. He'd like that.
She heard his knock at the front door and ran to open the door.
He stood there with his head hung down staring at his shoes.
She invited him inside.
He came in and fidgeted by the door. His hands were in his pockets and his jacket hung on his thin shoulders. He looked like a little lost boy in clothes that were too big. He didn't look at her.
She asked him what was wrong and he shrugged his shoulders. She knew this wasn't his rightful way of being, so she insisted he tell her what was bothering him!
He took his hands out of his pockets and squirmed from one foot to the other. He said he just couldn't look her in the face after the other night. He blushed bright red.
She asked him why?
He said he'd started the whole fucking incident and had done wrong by her after she'd been so good to him all his life. It was all his fault and he felt really bad about disgracing her.
He hung his hands helplessly at his sides. His head drooped and his long hair hung. He waited for her to give him the devil. He felt he deserved it. He had been so bad!
She went to the dear boy and hugged him tightly. She caressed his long hair and told him it wasn't all his fault! It takes two and she hadn't used the proper discretion. It was not all his fault! She loved him so much and it hurt her to have him feel bad and not come over to see her. She missed him terribly!
He raised his head slightly and forced a little smile because he didn't want to hurt her any more than he'd ahead caused her. He said he wanted to come over ... but couldn't. He felt so nasty!
She said they'd better get going to school and forget the whole thing! She loved him and always would. Nothing he ever did could be wrong and he should feel the same way.
They went out to her car and got in. She drove to the school and parked the car. Like an obedient mother, she followed Frankie from one room to the other, meeting his teachers and observing their plans for the coming trimester.
She watched Frankie, and he seemed to snap out of his guilt feelings. She felt badly that he thought he was to blame, but she didn't correct it. If he thought he had started their fucking, then he was in her power more or less. She was the wronged woman and not the nasty, wicked, lustful, middle-aged woman that she knew she was. And if she wanted to ball the child again, he would remember that it was all his fault! He'd started it. He couldn't very well tell his dad that he'd raped her. If he did, she wouldn't go to the slammer!
It was best if Frankie did feel guilty ... but not so guilty that he couldn't get it up again for her!
by the time Open House was over Frankie was laughing with his friends as he stood by her side. That's what she wanted, a happy child. He'd make a better lover for tonight!
They left the school arm in arm and the boy thanked her again and again for going with him. He really felt obliged to her after what he'd done. To think she still loved him and was still his mother!
She smiled at the boy and drove them to the local hamburger restaurant.
She watched the boy consume a huge hamburger and french fries and a Pepsi. She munched on some french fries and drank coffee. She was gonna have to spark up her appearance some. She was gonna lose weight and remember to get her hair done every week. She felt pretty good about her looks when she had her hair done and her wig had been a life saver. There was nothing she could do about the wrinkles that were around her eyes except say they were laugh lines ... only she didn't laugh that much! She did want to look keen and not frumpy.
She asked Frankie who the woman was that was with his dad and he didn't know. He only knew that his dad was bringing home women or not coming home at all. He didn't like it. He still wanted Jane for a mother.
She told him she never could be after the other night and Frankie sunk into a depressed state again. He had ruined her life! He wanted her for his mother and now she would never even consider marrying his dad.
She said she didn't think his dad had marriage on his mind, anyway. So young Frankie shouldn't feel badly about it. So what if she had to spend the rest of her life alone....
That did it! Frankie really felt he owed her a lot because he had cost her so much.
She smiled to herself. She had her dear, sweet fucker right where she wanted him!
On the way home they chatted about school and his subjects and the fact his dad probably wouldn't be home again tonight. If it wasn't for Jane, poor Frankie would be living alone. She had him feeling so lonely by the time they got to their little cul de sac that it was no problem to get him to come into her house: He all but begged her to take him in. He didn't wanna be alone again tonight.
She said he knew what might happen....
He nodded and said he'd try to behave himself.
That was bad news. She'd maneuvered everything else so she'd work the youngster to where he couldn't behave himself. Her crack was dripping with desire for her young lover and to have him crawl off into his own bedroom would really be the shits!
She said if he did come in and decide to screw around he must promise not to avoid her for days and days and make her feel bad. She loved him so much she COULDN'T STAND FOR HIM TO AVOID HER! Was he sure he understood?
He followed her into the dark house right on her heels. She clicked on lights all over the house and told him to crank up the stereo and they'd have some music. She shuddered at the kind of music he'd put on her stereo.
She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine and returned to the living room and plopped down on the flowered couch.
She looked at Frankie and licked her lips at the taste of the wine. She told him there was a Pepsi for him in the fridge if he wanted it. She sipped on her wine.
Frankie asked if he could taste it?
She hesitated. She said she'd be contributing if she let him drink at her house and his dad'd get mad. She said she didn't think he was old enough to handle wine.
Frankie insisted that he was old in many ways, and that all he wanted was a little to see if he liked it. His dad drank, and Frankie wanted to know what it was like.
Jane said a flat no! She knew that when she said no, Frankie would insist. Always the prohibited was the desirable. She was absolute in her refusal to let him drink and said that the only reason she had wine was because she'd been so upset lately. She didn't know why. She'd just been so uneasy. His presence seemed to have a calming effect on her. Why had he stayed away? To punish her?
She worked her words so that poor Frankie thought he was lower than a snake. She didn't say that he was, but by her implications he felt so. She sipped on the wine.
"Oh, go ahead and have some wine if you insist. You think you're old enough for it. Let's see if you can handle it. I don't think you can."
She smiled as the child went out to the kitchen to prove her wrong.
How many glasses of wine would bomb him? She didn't want him completely out ... just not uptight. How wonderful! She'd had him force her to give him some wine and then he'd get out of hand one more time and she'd have a fuckin' ball!
How nasty she was. She loved it! Just to think she'd have her beloved Frankie in bed with her again tonight made her hot box squeeze! She sat in her simmering juices and sipped her wine.
Frankie trotted back into the living room with his glass full of wine, and when Jane told him to sip it, he gulped it. He wasn't a bad kid, but he was typical of the younger generation. He'd prove he was a man and could handle himself in any situation. He could drink. All the guys at school did. He wouldn't get drunk. He'd know when to stop.
Jane sipped her wine and eyed the boy over the top of her glass. She watched him go jauntily to the kitchen and get some more. She'd have to watch him. She didn't want him passed out on the floor. What good would he do her drunk? She smiled wickedly as she watched him chugalug the wine.
Frankie got the giggles. He thought his math teacher at school looker like a french poodle! He laughed and rolled on the floor like a playful puppy. She did have frizzy hair and deep sunken eyes.
Jane supposed from the eyes of a kid the teacher did resemble a dog. She watched Frankie's playful condition and seethed with hotness. He was well on his way to drunkenness. The young boy mimicked his teacher and crawled around on all fours. Then he'd crumble in a heap laughing. He came up to Jane's leg and nuzzled like a dog wanting to be petted. He giggled in French to her and fell back on the floor in hysterics.
Jane sipped her wine and laughed along with the child to urge him on.
He came back to her leg and panted as he laughingly nuzzled against her calf. Then it struck him funny to be a boy dog instead of Miss Weaver. He lifted his leg like he was using Jane's leg as a post to take a leak on. He rolled and laughed at the thought of pissing on Jane's leg.
When he nuzzled against her warm thigh, she suggested that if he was a boy dog taking a leak, he shouldn't have pants on or he'd just get himself all pee-covered.
That struck him funny, too! He took off his pants and tossed them on the floor and crawled to her on all fours. He raised his leg and she screamed!
"Don't you dare!" she said and moved her leg out of the way.
Frankie thought it was funny to have her scared of his' prick so he went after his victim on all threes with his one leg up and fell on his nose-laughing. He rolled over and his prick was hard and his balls high and full. His belly was flat and his asscheeks firm!
Jane's crotch was well oiled as she watched Frankie roll on the floor with his whang pressed up to his gut, all hard and ready to go ... only he was laughing so hard that he'd think a fuck the most hysterical thing in the world!
She watched him attempt to get back up and come after her leg. She loved the way his dick stayed up against his gut and his balls hung tightly to his thighs as he came after her one more time. In his drunken condition she didn't know if he might piss on her leg or would know better! He'd piss on her leg! If he knew better, he wouldn't be crawling around with his pants off....
She pulled her legs up on the couch and let him try to get his leg up high enough to piss on her there. She had to laugh as the child clomped around on his bony knees and staggered when he raised one leg. She loved looking at his blood-gorged prick as he played around.
She asked him if he had to take a leak or he had a hard-on. If he had a hard-on, he should be thinking of mounting her ass from the rear and riveting her asshole like a dog ... since he thought he was a dog!
He sat down on the floor on his ass and looked at his dick. He talked to his whang like it had a personality all its own and asked his dick if it had to piss or wanted to screw. He looked absolutely stupid sitting on his buns discussing his prick's problem with his prick. He flexed his penis muscles and his dick jerked yes to some of his questions and didn't move to others.
Jane watched the kid talk to his dick and if she hadn't been so horny, it woulda been funny! She wasn't drunk and his whang looked so good to her she could almost eat him alive. She licked her lips and slipped her green pants down and off. She quickly took off the green top and sat naked on the sofa while Frankie talked to his upright, uptight din gas.
Frankie looked up and saw her naked body! He tried to look away from her jutting tits and silky pussy. He seemed to sober up immediately! He shook his head ... no ... no ... no....
She laughed and said that posts didn't wear pants suits!
That cracked the kid up and he laughed and went after her again. He got his face to her leg and sniffed for a place to piss and stopped short! He looked her in the eyes and said, "My dick says it don't wanna take a leak, it wants to fuck!" He laughed and clutched his dong and fell to the floor.
Jane put her heels up on the couch and spread her legs apart. She told Frankie that the dog in him better sniff to find a place to stick his peter. After all, dogs were great sniffers!
Frankie crawled back to her and inched his nose up her leg.
She damned near creamed her beaver while he played doggie. She felt his hot breath on her legs and thighs and pussy and twat. His nose bumped along her body as he playfully sniffed over and over her beaver. He bumped his nose onto her clit and sniffed like a pointer at her hot hole!
Oh, God! She mumbled to herself. She felt prickles of passion spark all over her naked body as the young boy sniffed and held his nose to her dripping hole, just like a pointer dog. She felt tingly and desirous of his dong, and he was still playing.
She tried to keep it light as she patted the "doggie" on the head as he sniffed up and down her crack. She asked him if he'd found a place to stick his prick and he nodded, breathing his hot breath into her entire wet, marshy slit.
She told him to point to where he was gonna put his heavy pole. Her fevered face watched his nose go straight for her torridly heated hole. She told him between gulps for air that a good doggie fucked from behind!
She rolled off the couch onto the floor and got on all fours with her titties hanging down. She felt the boy's face bobbing on her buns and into her asscrack! His hot breath drove her wild and she quivered on rubbery knees while the child poked around her rectum and pressed his nose to her asshole!
Her clit spasmed as her tube clenched when he nosed up and down her wet, squishy slit! She begged him to get her hand lotion from the bathroom. She felt weak and her head rested on her forearms while the child trotted to get the thick, creamy lotion. Prickles of sweat stood but on her forehead as she waited with her round ass up in the air.
Frankie came back and handed the hand lotion to Jane.
She told him to rub it all over his whang and her asshole. She watched him lather the thick, white lotion on his long, steaming, ass-button. The thick gunk dripped down her slit steaming, ass-button. The thick gunk dripped down her slit and bathed her vaginal opening and cooled her clit. She felt Frankie massaging the stuff around her tight anus. She could hardly wait for him to ram her asshole even though she knew it would hurt. She loved ass-fucks and feeling so crammed full of cock that she could hardly move!
She felt his scorching rod snub to her hole and she sucked in her breath. The rigid dong slipped away and she relaxed.
She felt him try it again and curse when his dong slid down her greasy slit.
"How'n the hell do I do this?" he asked.
"Just hold your dick solidly to my asshole and push ... easy. My asshole is a helluva lot tighter than my cunt. Once you get that rod of yours inside, I'll relax, but you're gonna have to work it in." She panted.
Frankie snubbed his dick to her raised ass and mounted her butt.
She felt the whang inch in and she felt repped apart. His long pecker squished in a little at a time and once passed her sphincter muscle, she relaxed. Her asshole still squeezed tightly on his ram-rod. She felt his thin prick ooze up her rear tube and the thick cream soothed the burning sensation in her asshole. She felt his prick dig into her and jab and plunge around. She breathed slowly and hesitantly as the child jabbed and poked her tight, squishy rectum. His pecker felt so bitchin'! As she relaxed he increased the pressure of his heaving.
She felt his balls swing and smack her in the cunt as he humped her asshole. His young hard-on pummeled into her and her beaver dripped of thick hand lotion and her own slobbering juices. Her clit was bathed in the mess and her cunt spasmed while the little boy jack-hammered his whang into her asshole!
She shot off, her orgasm coming in spurts and jerks!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... EEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAA!"
The young boy felt tingles of prickly passion from the tip of his jamming cockhead to the bottom of his heavy prick. His balls tightened and wham! He shot off his steaming load into her clenching ass-tube!
"EEEEEEIIHIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
His young body quivered and jerked his release. Gushes of young sperm shot into her hot, tight asshole. He collapsed onto her back enjoying the feeling of being drained!
She felt his peter go limp in her tube and she fell down flat on her belly squashing her full boobs on the floor.
WHAT A FANTASTIC ASS-FUCK! ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS! SHE LOVED HAVING HER ASS CRAMED WITH LONG COCK AND FEELING THE DRIP OF ALL HIS LOVELY CUM MIX WITH HER OWN JISM AND THE THICK HAND CREAM! THE SQUISHIER HER CRACK, THE MORE SHE THRILLED! HER CUNTAL MUSCLES RELAXED AND HER THICKLY COATED CLIT RESTED. HER PUBIC HAIR WAS ALL MATTED WITH THE MIXTURE OF SWEET SMELLING LOTION AND THE ODOR OF HIS YOUNG CUM AND HER OWN WOMANLY SMELLS. LOVELY TO BE SO WELL FUCKED! SHE LOVED IT!
"Hmmmmmrnrnrnmmm, I like that," she moaned turning over on her back.
Frankie sat by her side with his rubber dick hanging over his soft balls.
She put her face to his crotch and smelled her own ass smells steam up to her flared nostrils. She coddled his soggy nuts with her warm hands and put her tongue to his wilted cockhead. She tongued around the tip of his soft prick and slowly sucked the rubbery thing into her hot, slobbery mouth. She wallowed his spent dick in her spit and slobbered onto his balls. She licked the length of his shot pecker and went to lap on his soft skinned nuts. She nuzzled into his crotch and nibbled on his loveable rocks. She sucked the soft, velvety rocks into her mouth and cleaned them with her swift tongue. She went back to flicking her tongue across the tip of his cockhead. She dug her tongue tip into his pee hole and whipped on around his flexing prick.
She felt his hot hands on her back inching to her burning asshole. She tingled as he bent to kiss her on the back and work his fingers into her sloshy, sloppy asscrack.
She raised her head and looked at the youngster over her. He was so young ... so sweet ... so adorable! She loved everything about this youngster! The way his long hair hung down the sides of his face in the dim light ... the way HIS YOUNG COCK HUNG DOWN OVER HIS SUPER SOFT BALLS! SHE LOVED HIS PRICK! HIS YOUNG, HARD, RIGID, DICK THAT JERKED AS HE FLEXED HIS MUSCLES! SHE LOVED EATING HIS CROTCH!
SHE ADORED THE TASTE OF HIS SWEET, STIFF WHANG AND SHOOTING SPERM! TO SUCK HIS BALLS INTO HER HOT, STEAMING, SLOBBERY MOUTH WAS SHEER ECSTASY!
THE WAY HE ATE HER CUNT AND LICKED AND CHEWED ON HER FUR AND TONGUED HER TWAT WAS HEAVEN! TO FEEL HIS YOUNG TONGUE UP HER HOT, BUBBLING HOLE SENT HER INTO SPIRALS OF SHOOTING FIREWORKS!
MOST FANTASTIC OF ALL WAS THE WONDERFUL, GLORIOUS PENETRATIONS OF HIS SLAMMING PRICK! THE SWACK OF HIS BALLS INTO HER SLIPPERY, SQUISHY, MARSHY, HOT SLIT WAS FANTASTIC! HIS DIGGING, PRODDING, PLUNGING WHANG MADE HER FAINT WITH LUSTFUL, WICKED DESIRE!
She'd taken his cherry and before she was done with the little boy, she'd rupture his gut demanding more ... MORE ... MORE OF HIS FANTASTIC FUCKING! SHE NEEDED HIS COCK! SHE HAD TO FUCK MORE AND MORE AND GET PUNCHED HARD AND WILD! SHE LOVED HIS COCK!