He sucked on the filthy crotch of Alicia’s panties, on the satiny material saturated with her dried cuntal fluids. The crotch of those panties had pulled up tight between her pussylips like a gag when she’d gotten excited and her pussylips had swelled — which always happened when she watched Zenobia on the soap opera making out with the stableboy. Shawn started to bounce his ass on the bed as he fucked his hard cock in and out of his closed fist.
He was grunting, panting. Suddenly, he groaned loudly and came, his breath coming out long and shaky, his jism squirting a foot in the air and splashing down on his undulating abdomen. “Ohhhhh, Mommmmm!
” he growled, chewing on her panties as if he wanted to devour them. “You taste good, Mom, you taste good!” His cum spurted out a half-dozen times, leaving fat white gobs and slimy streams on his belly and chest.
His fist worked hard on his prick, squeezing out the pleasure, milking out the cum. The cum oozed out finally, then stopped coming. The boy released his cock, letting it plop down in the puddle of jizz that had pooled in and around his navel.
His cock throbbed in the puddle. Shawn lay there panting, sighing softly. He pulled the panties out of his mouth and started to mop up his cum with the panties.
Alicia rose silently to her feet and retreated to her bedroom. She sealed and locked her door behind her. She stripped off her clothes and went to the private bathroom that adjoined her bedroom.
After the shower water was steaming, she stepped naked into the spray. She stood with her back to the spray, letting the hot water cascade over her shoulders and tits, down her back and ass. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.
Her cunt throbbed like a pounding fist. She reached between her legs. Her fingers probed between her swollen, madly itching pussylips.
The pussy-goo was running out, dribbling down her legs like hot oil. Mixed with her own pussy juices was Thomas’s cum. The young masseur must have fucked a pint of cum into her for it to keep leaking out like this.
The scent of pussy cream and cum rose in the steamy air, exciting her, making her drunk. She didn’t want to remember, but she couldn’t help it. The images flashed in her mind — Zenobia, madly kissing the stableboy — Ricky, shooting his cum against the tile, into Alicia’s mouth, his stiff boy-prick squirming in her soapy hand.
She imagined Thomas’s face as he’d rutted between her legs, fucking his big cock in her pussy, then shooting his jizz into her as he grunted like a bull. She saw Mark fucking his cock up into that girl, saw the girl shake with orgasm, then watched Mark ram his cock up the squirming girl’s asshole, fucking her ass until they’d both whimpered with exploding pleasure. And last, she envisioned Shawn, saw him sprawled out on his bed, sucking on her panties, pumping his cock, spurting cum all over his belly, crying out her name.
“Oh, Shawn!” she whispered, grinding her middle finger inside her sucking pussyhole. “Oh, Shawn — fuck me, give it to me!
” Her pussylips felt like balloons inflated with hot water and ready to burst. The fuck-itch spread down her legs and made her toes tingle. Her finger pistoned, screwing, probing.
She felt tingles in the pit of her asshole. She felt waves of ecstasy beginning in the undulating walls of her cunt. The spasms gnawed through her loins and she moaned with pleasure.
“I’m coming!” she whispered. “Oh yes, I’m coming!
Oh God, Shawn, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” She nearly collapsed as the explosions of ecstasy overwhelmed her. “Ohhhhhhh, Shawwwwnnnn!
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