Mind controlled Janice Pt. 127 - Sex Stories

Mind controlled Janice Pt. 127

... groaned. "Shit, you're still hard?"

"Guess this is just that exciting," I said, rubbing my cock in circles about her wrinkled asshole. It felt so exciting on the sensitive crown of my dick. I just wanted to sodomise Mrs. Goodall so badly.

Mrs. Goodall groaned about Daniel 's cock. She wiggled her hips as her anal ring expanded. I watched her brown sphincter stretch and stretch to engulf the crown of my dick. Velvety pleasure shot down my shaft as I entered her asshole. I pushed deeper and deeper into her bowels, enjoying the feel of her sheath swallowing more and more of my cock.

It felt incredible. Pleasure spilled through my body. My back arched as I sank deeper and deeper into her. In moments, my crotch pressed against her rump. My balls rested against her buttocks, feeling the wet curls of her bush.

I was in her asshole.

"Damn, Jason," Peter said as he pulled his cock out of Mrs. Stead's mouth. His freckled face was flushed from his orgasm. He sank down on his ass, shaking his head. "You're just going to town on her asshole."

"Ooh, Jason you're so lucky," Mrs. Stead said, her voice thick. Cum and drool ran down her chin and stained her lips. "That looks like it feels so good."

"She must love it, Mrs. Stead," panted Daniel, " because she's sucking the cum out of my balls. Fuck, I'm going to bust a nut in Mrs. Goodall's' mouth, Jason."

"She wants it," I growled, drawing back my hips, sliding my dick through Mrs. Goodall's bowels. "Fuck, Mrs. ...

... Goodall, your asshole is just such a tight delight."

Her bowels squeezed down on my dick, the only way she could communicate to me right now, as I rammed into her. It felt incredible. Pleasure surged down my shaft. My balls smacked into her flesh. My hands tight on her hips, my back arching as the bliss flowed through me.

Mrs. Stead stared at me, then she turned around and, without even being told, the slut-mother engulfed Paul's softening cock, sucking off her own pussy juices.

Paul groaned, his hand pushing his glasses up his bold nose. Pleasure crossed his face as he stared down at his mommy-slut in awe. Her cheeks hollowed as she cleaned him. My own dick throbbed at the hot sight.

She wiggled her hips, her bowels stirring around my dick reaming her hole. Pleasure surged through me. Every guy needed to fuck Mrs. Goodall. My hips pumped so hard, making her moan about Daniel 's dick which was still in her mouth.

"Mmm, you're fucking her so hard," Mrs. Stead said, finished cleaning her son's dick. She watched me with sparkling, blue eyes, a lush smile on her lips. "Fuck your Mrs. Goodall's ass hard, Jason."

"Yeah, with those big titties swaying," Peter said.

"Uh-huh," Paul groaned.

"Mmm, you like big tits?" Mrs. Stead asked her son.

"Yeah," he nodded. Then he glanced down at her. "But your tits are great, too, Mom."

She smiled at him, her body shuddering.

It made me throb hard. I slammed harder into Mrs. Goodall's asshole. I had such power. I could ...