I dropped to my knees and started to give him a some head, sucking on his knob as he held my own head and moaned. I placed one hand on his balls, cupping them in my palm, enjoying their heft and the feeling of weight.Hubby was behind me rubbing my back and undoing my bra, which eventually came free after some fumbling on his behalf. I helped him pull it off my arms. My big soft MILF tits hung free, soft and stretched, long gone were the firm tits of my youth, instead I now have hangers, soft and suckable, and in my husbands words, "horny looking."

My bra in hand Hubby proceeded to the couch, where he crashed......period....out like a light...but not before saying, "You guys have some fun, I'll watch..."

Now I was on my back on the floor. My legs were open and Bruce was licking my cunny, and girls, it was feeling gooood....I looked over at my poor old husband, sound asleep, and giggled thinking he was gonna be disappointed he missed this.


I soon forgot about him though when Bruce slipped a finger between my lips and did something that caused me to cum almost immediately. I squirmed my bum around, pressing on his finger and let go, cumming hard and quite loud, his tongue worked harder as I orgasmed licking my throbbing clit and sucking the wetness from my cunny.

"Oh Man!" I said, "That felt fucking awesome...oh myyyy"

"Good" he replied,looking up at me, "It was supposed to." He looked over at my husband and I knew what he was thinking and answered before he asked.

"He's alright, he won't mind." I said, "You know his favorite saying, you snooze you lose." I laughed and so did Bruce.

No more words were spoken between us. He moved between my legs, and I felt his hard cock press against my wet cunny lips. I bent my knees, he pressed a little harder and slipped between my thighs, sliding in a little way. I gasped as his size opened me up. I like a cock like his, not so big it feels like a baseball bat, but not so small I can't tell how deep he is....Bruce was just so nice. He waited for me to respond, and I did, moaning and moving my hips, encouraging him deeper inside of me until I felt the full length of his cock.

He thrust slowly, sliding out and back inside as I became lubricated and my cunny stretched to accept him comfortably. Then he gave me a couple of short thrusts, followed by a long deep one, then a couple of short ones, and a couple of long deep ones. He was building a rhythm, and I was responding.


His movements were controlled and in turn they controlled me, bringing me close but not letting me over the edge. I was moaning, enjoying every delicious thrust, every little throb of his cock as he slid between my legs. My pussy became so sensitive I could feel the outline of his hard tool, imagining the big head spreading me open and sliding inside.

The speed and intensity of his thrusts increased until I was moaning so loud I was actually screaming as I came, hard. My body stiffed, then relaxed and I raised my hips meeting his hard thrusts, taking him deep, digging my fingers into his back, my slender legs around his back. He moved up on to his knees, without coming out of me, and grabbed my bare legs just above the ankles, spreading me open. His pelvis moved hard and he drove even deeper inside of me, making me gasp and cry out as he pounded me. My tits were flopping all over the place as he pounded my cunt, my body moving back and forth on the blanket we had thrown down. Thank God for that blanket or I would have had a serious case of carpet burn.

I forgot all about my husband as Bruce pulled out and rolled me over. I saw his stiff cock, wet with my juices, swing between his legs, ramrod hard, red and swollen. I raised myself up on all fours and he came against me, his pelvis touching my bum as his cock slipped between my legs and back inside my now wet, ready cunny.

I moaned softly, my knees weakening as he continued to eat my pussy. I put my hands in his hair and thrust my hips at him while pushing his face into me. "That's it baby," I whispered to him, careful not to be too forceful. His tongue massaged my clit until it was throbbing and sensitive. I flinched under his deliberate torture, I wanted to cry out, more, more... but I wasn't sure that I could take more. His tongue was so thick and full. So strong.

His lips surrounded me as he applied suction to my clit. Sucking and grazing over the sensitive tip with his tongue. I ground my cunt into his mouth. He licked and sucked me- softly moaning with pleasure, allowing me to rub my pussy against him as I teetered on the edge of climax, "oh yeah baby," I whispered, "do it baby- eat it." The dirty talk spurred me on, and his rubbing got faster until he was lapping and swirling his tongue faster and harder, pushing me over the edge. I grasped a handful of his brown hair and fucked his face, covering him with my cum.

He pulled me to my knees and moved behind me. Quickly pulling his shorts down, he shoved his thick cock into me. He was a selfish fuck, hardly paid attention to my pleasure. My young age, and 10 inches of thick cock made up for it. Long before I learned the pleasures of a good fuck. Before I found the g-spot. Before I knew what it meant to be fucked well, I let him fuck me this way. In and out, thrusting- animalistic and dirty.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I couldn't be too loud. It felt good, but it was the moment, the situation and this man that made the excitement. The thrill of it. The obsession with sex and with pleasing him. It was constant. I moaned, and tightened my young pussy, pushing harder against him and throwing my hair back wildly. He thrusted harder, convulsing and gripping my hips. I could feel his nails digging into me. He was cumming, moaning, filling me. He kept pumping, his cum sloshing inside me, and dripping out, down my legs. He loved this, he loved making me dirty and I loved being dirty.

He pulled his cock out of me, and pulled me around by my hair- pushing my face on his cock. I sucked his cum and my pussy off of his cock. Licking him and cleaning him with my lips and tongue while his cock softened in my mouth. I did this gladly, devouring the remnants of our sex while he looked down on me, smiling, pleased, content, obsessed. He held my face in his hands when I was done, adoring me. "You're beautiful," he whispered, "You better get some sleep."