“Ahhhh,” Peter moaned, as Peter was feeling the wet warm lips of Emma’s pussy engulfing his cock, Emma’s baby soft, warm legs straddling his abdomen and hips, and a butt plug vibrating in his ass, multiplying the pleasure Peter is feeling hundred times!
Emma raised her hips, grabbed Peter’s cock glistening with her pussy juices. The evening sun was coming through the windshield into the sleeper, making Peter’s cock look like a golden scepter.
Emma lowered herself on Peter’s iron rod in one long push with a moan until she felt his balls pressing against her pussy, and her bubble butt was resting on his lap.
“Damn,” Peter moaned, feeling the nice texture of Emma’s wet and hot vagina, warming up his shaft, ending his cock’s lonely feeling, happy to find a new warm home. “You feel so good,” Peter said.
Emma felt Peter’s eight-inch cock head was pressing against her hard cervix, elongating and stretching her four-inch long tight, wet, warm teenager vagina.
Emma started running her hips in circles, still pressing her body against Peter’s crotch, just the same way she was doing when she played with hula hoops found in the garage when she was little.
Peter was shocked; Emma’s pussy was feeling so good, wrapping his cock tightly, lovingly, keeping it lubricated, warm, massaging.
Peter remembered her wife’s pussy when she was eighteen. She was tight but loosened after giving birth to two boys.
He fucked some hitchhikers and rest area prostitutes the truckers call lot lizards, but this was different.
“Maybe I am just too horny, and I didn’t fuck a woman for a week. That’s why it feels so good,” Peter thought to himself, playing all the other fucks Peter had in his mind. Peter couldn’t think of any better pussy he fucked in the past, “this is definitely the best pussy I ever had,” Peter told himself, “I scored big on this one. Good thing I stopped to help them!”.
Peter returned to reality from his thoughts and grunted with pleasure. He felt Emma’s pussy juices leaking down, lubricating his crotch.
Emma’s soft, warm legs and wet pussy lips gliding over his skin, and the base of his cock is pushed and pulled around in circles by the masterful movements of Emma’s hips, forcing him to the edge.
Emma pushed her two fingers into his mouth and said, “suck it” Peter started sucking her fingers, “good boy!” Emma said as she moved her fingers deeper towards his throat and rolling around his tongue.
Emma put her left hand on Peter’s shoulder to get leverage, started pushing and pulling her right-hand fingers in and out of Peter’s mouth, finger fucking his mouth, as she started bouncing on Peter’s cock buried deep in her pussy.
The buttplug was vibrating at full power in Peter’s rectum, shaking his cock, balls, prostate, and all his internal organs. Emma felt the butt plug’s vibrations traveling from through Peter’s shaft into her vagina and clit, which was giving her extra stimulation. It was like having a vibrator inside her, made of human flesh, “best of both worlds!” she thought to herself as she got lost in pleasure.
“Ahhhh, I am coming, I am coming,” moaned Peter, sucking Emma’s fingers harder, grabbing Emma’s soft narrow waist and pushing her towards his cock, and making up and down movements with his hips.
Emma moved her hand from his shoulder to his nipple, squeezing his nipples to give him just enough pain. “Not so fast, cowboy!” she said.
Emma continued bouncing, building up the pleasure, but blocking Peter’s release by nipple pain when he was about to come.
All of a sudden, Peter felt a blackout, just like Emma described. He closed his eyes, focusing only on the pleasures and sensations flowing from his mouth sucking Emma’s fingers, nipples in pain, prostate shaking violently by the vibrator, shaft massaged end to end in Emma’s warm tight wet pussy, and his cock head rubbing against Emma’s cervix.
Peter’s whole body stiffened and seized with just the hips moving up and down. He grunted with pleasure, his hands clenched on Emma’s hips, toes curled, flooding Emma’s pussy with an avalanche of hot sweet cum, over and over and over again.
Peter’s cock continued throbbing for about two minutes non-stop, most Peter had in his life, until his balls and prostate is empty and dry.
Emma felt Peter’s hot cum flooding and covering her cervix.
She was ovulating. In the middle of two periods, which meant the maximum possibility of getting pregnant, all her female hormones went on overdrive, making her want a baby.
Her cervix dilated, opening the doors welcoming this fertile baby-making cum deep into her womb to meet Emma’s egg.
Emma’s vagina spasmed involuntarily to milk and move any remaining cum into her womb, as she pressed her legs together, trapping Peter’s abdomen under her, squeezing his nipple harder, and shoving her fingers deeper in his mouth, “ahhhhh” Emma moaned, “ahhhhh,” as she got dizzy from all the body sensations, deep orgasm grunts of Peter, and his manly smell.
“Aahhh,” she moaned again, her toes curling, her body shaking from the intensity of her orgasm, “aahhhh.”
Both Peter and Emma felt like they were one body, connected by lovemaking.
Emma’s primal self felt a deep pleasure and satisfaction from her successful mating. Still, her logical self knew pregnancy was not possible because she was on pills.
Still, her primal body didn’t know about the pills. It rewarded her with a massive shot of endorphins, a warm feeling engulfing her completely, making her forgot all her worries.
Emma relaxed her legs and pulled Peter’s cock out. His white sweet, warm cum was oozing out of her pussy, running down on her legs, “You had a lot of cum, just like I said,” Emma giggled and laid next to him.
Emma locked her big blue eyes into his relaxed brown eyes, which now had the confidence of a man who successfully inseminated a fertile young woman.
Emma commanded, “Eat my pussy, lick it clean.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Peter, smiled, take a position between her legs,
and buried his head into Emma’s pussy, licking her pussy lips, clit, legs, vagina, thoroughly cleaning her pussy from her own juices and his cum.
“You forgot this spot,” Emma said, showing the cum on her legs.
“Yes, Mistress,” Peter said, licking cum on her legs. “Can I lick the rest of your legs and feet? You taste wonderful.”
“Why not? Hurry up, though. I have to find a towing truck. Emily is waiting!” Emma said.
Peter savored Emma’s warm baby soft skin legs for another 10 minutes, kissing, licking, caressing, sucking her toes, worshiping her feet.
“That’s enough!” Emma said, pushing his head while Peter was sucking her big toe. She got off the bed and started dressing up.
She grabbed her bag. As she was getting off the truck, she saw three dashcams inside recording everything both in front and the sleeper. “Oh shit,” she said to herself. “I hope Peter doesn’t publish us on the porn sites or share our videos with his friends.”
“Am I going to see you again?” Peter smiled, Emma smiled back, blowing a kiss, and started walking towards the towing truck she just saw, as she was feeling Peter’s hot cum still dripping from her pussy into her panties.