“Yeah, fuck me, Billy.”
He smiled a tight grin down to her as he worked away. Propped still on his arms, his chest rippled with each rotation of up and back. He was incredibly hard.
She betrayed a wicked smile back up at him and surprised them both. Her own hips lifted. It was slight at first. He’d go three strokes, and she’d lift herself to meet him once.
Then, he’d go two strokes and she’d lift for him. They noticed her relax her body out a bit, and then she was working back at him. She was trying to meet every thrust of his with one of her own.
She squinted and loudly moaned at the lurid thought. She was pushing her pussy at him. She was fucking him right back.
They both intensified their heaving, and the sharp slapping sound resonated in the room. They were going at it hard, and she felt as light and fluid as she had ever felt. She liked his his eyes arching and his head pitched back as he devoured her. She wanted him to come hard.
His head went from just back to a swaying motion, and she guessed he was close. He opened his eyes more like a thought hit him. At once, he stopped their pounding at each other, and she didn’t try to hide her disappointment.
She started to ask him something when he withdrew from her and put his hands to her hips. She immediately missed the feel of him in her, but her attention caught what he was up to. His hands were turning her over.
“Oh, Billy!” It was a breathy acknowledgment that he was putting her on her hands and knees underneath him. She flooded again from the wantonness of it.
“Are you going to fuck me from behind?” Her tone was taunting.
Her hips raised in the air and her hands grabbed the sheets. She felt his large head poking her folds back there, and she braced. She could not get any wetter than she was right then, she knew.
He wedged himself back in her, and she liked how she more readily accepted his size from behind. He didn’t hold back, and he sped to the tempo they had been taking when she was on her back.
More pangs of ecstasy shot about her, and she wondered how many orgasms her boy could give her. Something about how he had flipped her and was again banging away at her hard made her delirious.
“Fuck, you are good, Billy. Fuck me, Billy.” She squealed.
He went to an even quicker pace, and loud smacking sounded between them. Her fists held the sheets and she struggled to keep her place on the bed. His full hammering pushed her about, and she heard him gasping.
She twisted around to look at him, and she saw his face wide and his mouth open. His head hung backward and a wail started.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
She could feel his cock kicking inside her and she knew what this meant. He grinded his hips hard against her and it was like he was trying to shoot as much come in her as he could.
“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
His grunt was chant-like as he spasmed over and over, holding on tight to her hips.
She stayed in place and took him. Buzzes of more pleasure darted about in her at the realization that he had come in her and was dripping more come deep in her. She tensed herself to squeeze him. She told herself she wanted all of him.
They stayed in place a couple of seconds, but then he drifted backwards. She waited as her son went about dismounting her. His hips drew back. His semi-hard penis slipped from her folds. His hands brushed at her ass.
“Wow.” He chuckled.
“Wow.” She agreed.
He fell upon his back and she got on her side next to him. The combined wetness of her and sperm spent from him soaked her inside and dampened her inner thighs. She thought she felt dribbles fall down her legs.
She patted his hair and grinned uncontrollably. She kissed his lips. First she pecked, then she kissed him hard, and then she sucked at his lips. Her entire body tingled.
“That was the best fucking I have ever had. The best ever, Billy.”
He smiled proudly back at her and then moved to kiss her. It was a full passionate kiss. His tongue roamed her mouth. She let it move freely. They twisted together some, and then laid back together.
She settled there against him a while. So many thoughts and emotions swept her. His solid build nestled her, and she thought he was starting to snooze.
She quietly slipped from the bed to go to the bathroom. She walked gingerly over to the side. Self conscious that he may be watching, she went slow. She tried to look as normal as she could. The truth though was that she had a vague soreness between her legs. She was probably walking differently as a result.
She went inside the spacious bathroom and pulled the door behind her. She flipped the light and wasted no time getting relief. She worried he could hear her with the door ajar, but felt a giddy intimacy at the prospect of that.
She was back up and at the bathroom mirror swiftly. She studied herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild and her cheeks were flushed. She clearly had a ‘just fucked’ look about her.
She chuckled to herself and decided to brush her teeth before turning in. As soon as she was brushing away, Billy slipped into the bathroom. They exchanged smirks as he walked behind her to the toilet.
She stepped closer to the mirror. The one step closer kept the reflection in the mirror limited to her upper body and face. The dazzled expression, wild hair and bare chest she showed made her again self-conscious. She shot her glance over to him.
He stood grinning with her as she looked over. She heard a torrent of water splashing and her gaze went down. There a thick stream of urine poured from his dangling dick right over the toilet.
She couldn’t help but stare. She couldn’t remember ever having watched a man urinate before. Her mouth fell open. His dick dangled there between his legs, still thick and several inches long even relaxed. How had that thing been inside her?
There was something very raw and primal between them as he watched her stare at him pissing. She glanced at his face but then back at his dick as he continued. The stream was never ending, it seemed.
As she stared, he shifted. Rather than stand more parallel to her, he moved to his left. It was only a step or so, but it left him more facing her. He put his hands on his hips in an almost daunting pose. She was mesmerized.
He finished and as he did he stepped to her. He reached for her hand, and then went to put it on his penis. She resisted but he didn’t let go. She let him guide her hand.
He put her hand on his dick and they both shook the last drops from him. He deviously grinned and she looked down and blushed, not knowing what to possibly think.
Her hand stayed a second. Her fingertips traced him. She thought she saw some glistening on his shaft that she took to be her own juices left there. She started to churn inside.
She looked back up at his face and his eyes drew more serious. ‘He can’t be getting that way again.’ She glanced back down, and she was right. He was pulsing and engorging again.
She gulped. She let her fingertips drape across his head, and then she brought her hands to the sink. She washed her hands and checked herself once more in the mirror.
In the reflection in the mirror, she saw him stand behind her. He gazed her eyes a long moment. Their expressions were serious as intensity returned to them. She felt incredibly vulnerable standing in front of him and facing the mirror.
His hands caressed her hips, and she started to ease from in front of him. His hands clasped her hips and stopped her, keeping her standing in front of the mirror. She met his gaze in the mirror with an expectant one of her own.
He positioned his feet behind her and then she felt his hardness. He was bumping against her buttock and felt prominent. She put her arms around her self.
His hands pulled her arms apart from her as she kept looking at him in the mirror. His eyes darted between hers and her exposed breasts in view, and she knew her nipples were erect. They ached.
He put her arms to the counter, and it bent her forward at her waist.
“Billy… .”
Her eyes had a pleading to them. She was awkwardly propped. Her breasts hung loosely down. Her palms spread on the counter.
His hand slowly dragged right between her legs, and she trembled knowing he felt her dampness. His hands worked behind her, and his cock was soon back. She winced hard when he was sinking back inside her.
She looked up at his face in the mirror, trying to stay composed even though she was spread on the counter top and getting filled again. He started rocking once more, and she lifted her hips for him. She couldn’t help but feel silly in her exposed, spread pose that he didn’t stop watching.
Her head started bobbing from his thrusts into her, and she felt her walls quivering from his plunging at such an angle. Unlike before, she was more impaled by him. He stretched her deeply.
She was dragging backward and foreword on the bathroom counter and he was having his way. She tried to get traction with her hands but it was difficult. His shaft started it’s pounding.
Her head fell and her eyes closed, lost in his taking her. Her body swayed back and forth, and then he had a hand in her hair. It squeezed gently a handful of her hair and pulled.
Her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror that was close to her. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. Back behind her, his eyes burned into hers. He was making her watch him fuck her in the mirror. The realization washed over her and new spiking spasms hit her hard, as he kept bucking.
Even though she was squinting and coming, he made her see herself thrashing and gasping with each jerk of pleasure. They both watched her lose control and gyrate on the bathroom counter, right in front of the mirror.
The blatant display pushed him over the edge , and his cock jumped about buried in her sex. They pushed to one another several more moments.
As they both relaxed, they chuckled. She absolutely could not believe he had taken her again. Never had she been fucked so thoroughly.
She stood and inhaled heartily, and as she did she felt him dripping down her inner thigh. She stood and savored the completely ravished effect he had made.
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