His mind seething with these disjointed, confused thoughts – and a dozen more – the handsome teenager struggled blindly with himself. He wanted to run, get away from that scene inside the cabin, that wild orgiastic display of his mother being fucked on the floor by Cindy Bradley's husband!

Cindy was secretly reveling in the lascivious sight of her husband resoundly fucking the prudish Lily Granger, his cock in her cunt and his finger jammed far up into her hungrily sucking little asshole; then, managing to hold a shocked expression on her face, she took Eddie's hand and led him back into the cool, dark, concealing woods.

Carl continued to fuck deep and hard into the slipperily devouring pussy of the voluptuous Lily Granger, and sent his middle finger worming farther and farther up into her rectum. She was screming and moaning, alternately, beneath him now, her sweat-slick body, a dervish of wild motion and emotion, straining for her own orgasm.

And Carl wanted her to cum, too, wanted to mingle his bursting juices with hers simultaneously, and he began fucking his cock into her openly spread cunt still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her asshole. She gripped him desperately between her tightly clamped thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard inward fucks and he knew that this hotly aroused woman was approaching her climax. He continued the merciless onslaught of his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in his well-muscled body.

"Aaaagggghhhh, fuck my pussy, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard, fuck it harrrdddddd!"