1. Neighborhood Mom, Part IV - Things get Dirty


    Date: 2/3/2016, Categories: True Story, Author: luvsumcameltoe, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    Then suddenly she stood, and turned to the counter, all as one motion. Deliberately she leaned over it, putting her feet in a wide stance. Pee ran down the backs of her legs in rivlets, headed for the floor. "FUCK ME!!!" she nearly screamed. I mounted her easily, and began. "HARDER!" she commanded. OK. I started moving faster. "HARDER!!!" this time it was gutteral. Faster still. "NOT FASTER, HARDER!" Oh. I slammed myself into her ass - hard. She let out a yelp. "YES! LIKE THAT!" Hard. I began long deep strokes, pulling out almost entirely, and then ramming her hard. And fast. It stung my thighs when they hit her ass with a cracking sound, but I didn't care. With each hard thrust, I felt my balls swing and slam into her fingers, still working her pussy. The smell of sex and urine permeated the air - dirty, yet erotic. This was all new. And it felt fucking good. I came hard, and started to slow. "DON'T STOP, DAMMIT!!!" OK. I picked up the pace and the force again. C's knees buckled and bent. Her back curved, her shoulders hunched and she let out a sound like a wild animal that undulated with her motion and her pussy throbbed hard, constricting around me. ...
    Suddenly she was gushing. I thought she was peeing herself and all over me. It gushed and ran in pulses to the floor and down her legs. She shook violently and collapsed on the counter, moaning and panting. And that's when I discovered that some women squirt. We moved to the shower and washed each other. It was very romantic actually. That was the first time I really explored her pussy fully with my fingers. I loved it. Through the rest of the day, until early evening we fucked like rabbits. We napped after lunch, and went at it again, only finally dressing when K's return was imminent. I spent the next several days there without leaving (though we were both too exhausted to fuck again that night and went to bed early). My family actually got worried about me because I was never gone from home that long. Each night I donned a pair of boxers and went to bed in the spare bed in K's room - spent and sticky with our juices. Each morning C woke us for breakfast, and K headed off to work. C had to work too, but she worked from home. I helped her - in more ways than one. And found new pleasures in interrupting her work - particularly if she was on the phone...
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