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Yard Work
Date: 3/7/2016, Categories: Fetish, First Time Hardcore Author: kinghut
... my waiting pussy. He entered me slowly at first, staring deeply into my eyes. We both reveled in the magical moment of the meeting of the flesh. Then with a small groan and his head thrown back, he thrust the full 8 inches of his cock into me, filling me up as I had seldom been filled before. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist and my arms around his neck, impaled firmly on his cock, he pulled me from the countertop and laid me right in the middle of the kitchen floor. I laid there for a moment, stunned at the sight of this beautiful boy over me, then rocked up to meet his thrust. He buried his burning cock in me to the hilt, pulling out slowly and thrusting back. What a fit, I thought, breathing with the rhythm of our fucking. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock rubbing the sensitive spot in my pussy, the tip of it hitting the top, hard. I heard his breathing become rapid and harsh, and I tightened my muscles, milking his cock. His balls slapped against my ass as he thrust harder and faster. I felt the wave coming on me. I looked into his eyes and knew he was close too. "Yes," I whispered, "yes, Josh, oh yes." The wave ...
... crashed over me, my back arching up off the floor. I felt my pussy contract and contract at the same time as his cock throbbed with his last powerful thrusts. I could feel his hot cum fill my hole, his face buried in my breasts. We both laid still for a few minutes, catching our breath. I gently squeezed my pussy muscles, massaging his fabulous cock. I kissed his forehead, brushing his hair off of his sweaty forehead. "Wow." He breathed. "Really wow," I replied. I didn't want to move from this position, his softening cock inside me. But eventually, we did. We stood, and moved around and retrieved discarded shorts. I got in a quick, sweet lick, taking his now flaccid cock in my mouth before he put it away. I love the taste of my pussy juice mixed with cum. "Well!" he sighed, leaning against the counter. "Guess I ought to get that shirt, now..." I stepped into him, winding my arms around his waist and lifting my face for a kiss. He obliged me, long, slow and sweet. "Mmmm... Not bad for an old maiden lady," he quipped. "Not bad for a k**," I replied. Something told me then that my yard would be well cared for the rest of that summer.