He was robust of build and could carry his voluptuous burden with ease. She was wrapped around him tight, clinging to his shoulders, panting out wariness and arousal.
He had shocked her, the effect lingering in her eyes. Technically still a virgin; Brandon was more the porn-stud, one who had taken charge of his scene. That thought alone was sufficient to recharge his dick. Guilt was blown to the horizons by lust. It might come creeping back that night, but for now, the field was clear. As for pride, that was reasserted. It felt like he was coming into some instinctive manly inheritance. It was a fair question, one to which he had given no clear thought.
It was a thought that excited rather than shamed him. You can all mind your own goddamn business. This is what men do. They fuck and they fuck hard.
The latter thought must have registered in his eyes, for Janice pounced on it. Like he was balancing her on his shaft. She lost her grip and he dropped her the final few inches so her ass bounced off the carpet. Take that, Janice. She flailed, tits bouncing, thighs splayed so that the slash of her cunt showed pink beneath clean-waxed skin. Her eyes fixed onto his cock, eyes widening and lips parting like she expected her fucking now.
Her cunt-lips protruded, puffed, wet and delectable, from between her tanned thighs. The shock of sound both impact of palm on ass and accompanying yell stalled him a moment. He could not believe his own daring and suffered a stab of conscience. She turned around as though to snipe and he whacked again sharply to prevent her. To confirm the original action. An insanely satisfying noise and how it set that beautiful ass a-quiver.
Loving too how beneath reddened cheeks her pussy trickled moisture down her thighs. His mouth watered. The turn of events had left her strangely excited, but she was torn between anger and arousal. There was no denying how turned on she was, her body had already betrayed her with the juice it was spilling down her inner thighs.
She knew that Brandon had noticed, and the thought thrilled her that it would make his straining cock even harder. The same cock that would soon be buried deep inside her starved pussy. She felt his body press down against her, his cock nestled intimately between her newly bruised ass cheeks, as his teeth snagged her earlobe. Her confidence grew as she felt his deep moan against her back, the sound vibrating through her and awakening every nerve in her lustful body.
Janice moaned as his breath fanned her neck, the rough hairs on his balls grazing her clit. You know what I want, big boy. She gasped as strong fingers curled into her mass of unruly locks and tugged her head back, mouth swooping down to ravage her neck, lips soft, tongue urgent, teeth nipping hungrily.
Boy has she underestimated this virgin treat. She felt his steely cock press down harder, sliding up her cleft with more urgency, coarse hair brushing up against her already-on-fire-likely-to-explode clitoris. Her entire being was on fire. Fuck this arrogant, sexy, brazen shit… she no longer cared if he was winning, that he had taken control of her body and played it like a concert violinist did his instrument. She was going to come. Oh holy fuck! She was going to come hard. She was rudely reminded as he visited yet another loud slap upon her tenderized flesh.
Janice was not sure whether to be excited or afraid when he pulled her roughly to her feet and pushed her up the rest of the stairs. He felt it as he propelled her over the thick carpeting of the upstairs hallway, his erection batting against her thigh. How could he, a schoolboy, be mastering this magnificent sexy woman? How could he have possession of her fleshy curves, when his worldlier peers could only jack off to the dream of such a thing?
Such a bad adulterous boy. She whipped around, grabbing one hand to his neck, the other to the base of his dick. Her tongue lashed his as he invaded her mouth, hands grappling his body. She was panting when they broke, eyes dark with arousal. He seized her by the wrist, wrenched down the door-handle and propelled her into the bedroom, hard-on bouncing along with Janice's breasts.
No guilt, however keen, could touch him now, even on the bed she shared with her husband. His cock demanded to be buried inside this woman. The feminine trappings of the room he scarcely noticed; all his focus was on that broad expanse of white bedspread. Like it was coming from some dark place within him. She clambered onto the linen surface with its embroidered yellow flowers and when she went to climb about, he whacked her on the flank.
The action bolstered the strength of his cock. Now everybody knows their place. The middle finger he rammed into her cunt-hole took the smile off her face. You like it? One hand had rushed between her legs so she could strum herself. Still he held off. She was oozing into his palm, getting his wrist slick.
Her breath was short, her whole body tightening. His intention was based on instinct, not experience. Oh wait! By the feel of things, that eventuality was mere moments away. This was not how she had wanted to cum, but her body was beyond making demands; it was ready to humble itself and succumb to whatever would ensure his cock inside of her for the longest time.
Do you? She loved a good spanking, but fucking hell… she could not let the boy know how much it had stung. His thrusting finger slowed to a gentle stroke, making her groan with frustration.
The touch on her sensitive flank made her flinch, then moan softly as the stinging was soothed by a wet, velvety tongue lapping slowly at the tender flesh. The sheer intimacy of his licking her wounds spread a warm rush from her fluttering tummy to every nerve in her body. She pressed the flat of her palm down onto her clit, her pussy muscles contracting sharply around his exploring finger as her body rushed toward release.
She shut her eyes as the room began to spin, every muscle in her body taut with anticipation, breath held as her orgasm washed over her.
His tongue continued to lap gently at her flesh as she exploded, her juices gushing forth and flowing down her thighs. Her body was still shuddering when he grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly backwards. Before she had a chance to catch her breath or collect her scattered wits, the head of his cock had penetrated her still spasming pussy. Oh fuck! He was pumping into her with brisk strokes; from the way he was moving, she could tell that he had not yet fed her all of his cock, yet the sensation of being filled overwhelmed her.
With every thrust it felt as if he was moving deeper inside of her, finding places that had never before been explored, never before been discovered. Her entire being felt as though it was being engulfed in flame, as she pushed back to meet his fevered thrusts.
Brandon let out a deep moan with every thrust until his entire length was buried inside of her, grinding his hips as his body pressed against hers.
Ughh Janice, ohhh fuck! It was a hellfire-bating act, so his mother would have insisted, but he found himself willing to take the risk. Then lust had kicked in full-force. He had seized her hips and pulled her onto him, watching his cock-head split her and the first of his inches thrust inside. She opened and stretched as though greedy for him, eager to swallow up everything he had, her tunnel-walls slithering all over him and kissing every nerve-ending. He pressed his fingers into her buttery hips and sawed, quicker, harder, observing with relish his own progress inside her.
And she was taking him with apparent ease. So good. Better than good. Damned amazing. He thrust faster and sank deeper, and she shunted her ass in reverse, the dirty bitch, desirous of more. He had it to give as well. Well feel how fucking big I am, Janice.