I moved down to her legs while enjoying the view of her barely-covered tits, her slim belly, and her long smooth thighs, all of which were tan and oiled. Very carefully, I pulled off the top of her bikini, letting the sunlight shine on her firm tits. Cautiously, I began to feel them, massaging those glorious mountains with my hands and pinching her nipples just like before. She would stir ever so slightly with every squeeze, but she would not wake up. Once I had worked up enough courage, I leaned down and did one broad lick across the side of her huge right breast, savoring the feel of the soft flesh against my tongue.
I started sucking on her nipples, tracing my tongue around them and pulling on them with my lips. Her titties were delicious, the taste of her skin, and they felt like water-balloons. My cock was so hard and throbbing that it almost hurt. I undid my pants and pulled out my dick, which I swore had never looked larger. I began jacking off, not enough to risk wasting my supply of sperm, but enough to lessen the strain.
The more aggressive I became, the more Jill moaned. I moved down to her bikini bottom and undid the knots that rested on her hips. I pulled away the strip of blue fabric and almost gasped as her pussy came into view. The soft lips were open and already wet, revealing the pink insides. Her pussy was open just enough for me to know that it was still nice and tight, but I would have no problem forcing my whole missile up inside her. She had a very short and thin mat a pubic hair. It wasn’t shaved, but it was obviously well trimmed.
I brought my face up to the lips, not touching her pussy yet, but savoring the sweet fruity aroma. When I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, I reached out with my tongue and gently flitted it just outside of the soft lips. With that first touch, the drunken Jill shivered and gave a low hum. I began circling her pussy with my tongue, slowly getting closer and closer to the wet pink insides. With every teasing flit, Jill’s hums turned into moans. Finally, I forced my tongue deep inside her and a sampled her pussy juice. Jill was shifting her head from side to side and moaning as I relished the taste of her sloppy wet cunt. She was probably dreaming now.
Still unconscious, Jill began to spread her legs, allowing me to send my tongue deeper and deeper into her delicious insides. As her cunt became more and more inviting, I brought up my hand and slowly pushed my index and middle finger deep inside. The more I moved, the wetter she became, dripping like a faucet. In less than a minute, Jill had a gushing orgasm, squirting just like her daughter. The intoxicated milf spread her legs even farther and raised her hips. I licked my lips as her asshole came into view. It looked almost like it was bleached. I had always wondered what I was like to lick a girl’s asshole. Ironic that I would be licking Ashley’s mom’s before I licked hers. Experimentally, I flitted my tongue around her tight little anus and she squirmed.
I pushed my tongue deep inside her, sucking on the ring as my nose was buried in her cunt. Her recesses had a very unique taste, somewhat resembling the taste of her pussy, but was much more… concentrated. It was like tasting the physical essence of the kinky taboo. The whole time, Jill didn’t moan; instead, she just kept on squirming. After several minutes, I moved my tongue back up to her pussy, and as I ate her out, I pushed my thumb up into her asshole. It was apparent that she had never done anal before. She whined and squirmed as I rubbed the inside of her asshole with my thumb, pulling it out and pushing it back in, and rubbing the dribbling pussy juice around the ring.
Finally, I knew it was time to take it to the next level. I stood up and fully undressed, then crouched over her head, opened her mouth, and stuffed in my cock. That final intrusion was enough to wake her out of her wine stupor and she gave a garbled scream, choking on my manhood. She tried to push me off her, but I grabbed her by the throat and squeezed hard, robbing her of the ability to breathe. Her struggles waned and I lessened my grip, stirring my manhood around in her mouth while keeping my hand around her throat like a collar. The shock and confusion was now replaced with horror as to what was happening and who was doing it do her. Was her daughter’s boyfriend really assaulting her like this?
“You like that don’t you, a big cock in your mouth. Can you taste your daughter on me?”
Jill was crying now, her pretty face streaked with tears out of pain, humiliation, betrayal, and the struggles of breathing.
“Come on, suck on it like a good whore.” Jill refused, just holding her mouth open like a dead fish. “Have it your way.”
I fully got on top of her, sending my dick all the way to the back of her throat and choking her with it. I had my full weight on her, smothering her face as she struggled to find any way to breathe. Within seconds, her body began to convulse and I pulled back as she threw up on my cock.
“Look at the mess you made, clean it up!” I barked, smearing my manhood across her face, mixing her tears with the mix.
“Please stop this!” she sobbed, trying to push me away.
“Hell no, I’m having too much fun! Now blow me, you fucking slut!”
This time she gave in and began sucking me off, cleaning up the mess. Her tears continued to pour as I violated her mouth, my hands wrapped in her hair to pull her head back if she tried anything. She worked diligently but it was clear that she was rusty at this. After a minute or so, I pulled out my cock and instead began rubbing my balls on her face, teabagging her as many would say. She took the message and ran her tongue around my nut sack, thoroughly wetting it.
Soon enough I got bored and decided to try something new. I pulled her up in her chair and got behind her, locking her head with one arm.
“Zach, please stop this! I beg you!”
“No, I’m going to fuck you hard and nothing is going to change that. But I want to enjoy this first.”
I forced my free hand between her legs, trying to probe her insides. She screamed and flailed her legs, but a couple hard smacks ended that. Her legs still, I forced my fingers into her pussy, shaking them hard and making her cry out.
“You’re so wet, you can’t wait for me to rape that slutty pussy of yours, can you? Be honest.”
“Let me go!”
Against her protests, I continued to finger her, grabbing her pussy from the inside and shaking my hand. The mix of pain and humiliation made her cry out, but I knew it was starting to feel a little bit good for her. I pulled my hand out and stuffed my fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own feminine essence.
Now it was time for the main course. I got out from behind her, trying to figure out the best position for penetration, when she made her escape. Her ass and tits jiggling as she moved, she ran back into the house. I chased after her and caught up before she could reach the phone. She screamed and struggled against me, but I picked her up and carried her to the living room, where I threw her down on the couch. She was on her stomach, and before she could get up, I held her down.
“Nice try, but you’re not getting out of this.”
Having decided to enjoy myself a little more, a raised my hand and struck her ass, making her shriek in pain. I had her bent over my knee, her perfect milf ass sticking up, tanner than I thought it would be. I smacked her again and again, savoring her pain and the chance to do whatever I wanted to her sexy body. With each smack, a redness would spread, welts from my brutality. This mature, beautiful woman was now bent over, her naked body at my mercy for me to abuse however I liked. Licking my fingers, I again stuck them in her pussy and worked my thumb into her asshole. She groaned and cried as fingered her, her tears soaking the couch.
After spanking her a few more times, I knew the time had come. I got out from under her and forced her against the couch. I smacked her thighs, telling her to spread them, and while she resisted for a few moments, she knew that I was inevitably going to be inside her. She spread her legs, and with a deep breath, I penetrated her, burying my manhood up to the base in her slit. She cried out from the sensation, having forgotten what it felt like to be fucked, and feeling overwhelmed with shame and revulsion.
It was easy for me to set myself in a good rhythm, pushing down on her back to keep her pinned while my lap and her ass clapped together in applause. I had dreamed of this day for a long time, the day when I would get to turn this woman’s magnificent body into my personal cum dumpster, and the fact that it was against her will made it even better.
“Please stop! You’re raping me!” she cried.
I didn’t reply, and regardless of her words, her pussy was just getting wetter and wetter. Her lips said “no no”, but her body was begging for violation. My speed increased as I kept on telling myself that I had fucked Ashley the night before and was now fucking her mom. I was forcing into her cunt the same throbbing cock that her daughter had rode and sucked. Jill’s felt so good on my erect manhood. Her lips were so soft and tight, and I could feel almost a vacuum-like pressure, as if her body was trying to pull me in deeper. After years of loneliness, her pussy craved to be stretched by my cock and filled with cum. With each passing second, a noticeable change could be seen in Jill. Her cries of anguish were turning into moans, and her hands, which had been gripping the sofa for dear life, were now brushing the golden hair out of her face while she licked her lips.
Deciding I wanted to see her face, I rolled her onto her side, her leg now across my chest. I continued hammering her, watching her melons jiggle and bounce every time my manhood reached her womb. I grabbed her by the throat, forcing her to look at me. The pain in her eyes was gone, and while she still reviled the situation, she could not contain the look of lustful hunger on her face. She was starting to enjoy herself, but she clearly hated me with a burning fury.
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