Then she went off. His hands gripped her more tightly as she came. She bucked and grunted as she climaxed, a gush of cunt-cream splashing against his open mouth.

When he straightened up finally, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned at her. "Hey, you really make it, don't you?"

Her face flushed, Gayle looked at him. "Get your clothes off if you want to fuck me!"

He scrambled out of his tee shirt and shorts, his eyes hot as she drew her legs up and opened them again. She winked at ham, closed her eyes and ran a finger into the drenched slit of her pussy.

"You're something, Gayle."

"I like the way you eat cunt!"

"Anytime, baby!"

"Come on, I'm nice and juicy for you. Let's have that cannon in here!"

He flattened himself on top of her, his big cock rubbing against her wet cunt.

He kissed her, his mouth pressed against hers while his hands roamed over her body. Her thighs were spread wide, her tits squashed against his boyish chest. He squirmed his crotch around until the knob of his cock found her cunt hole.

"Get it in!" she groaned.

And the next moment, she groaned again as his fat cockhead stretched the mouth of her pussy.

He rammed in and started fucking her. She held his ass as he pumped in and out. He's got everything, she thought. Endurance and strength and that lovely big prick like a baseball bat in her cunt.

She went off with him, humping her pussy at his cock as he shot his load inside her cunt-channel.

Gayle took the kids out to dinner that evening. Scott sat next to her in the booth and Linda across the table. It wasn't long before Gayle felt Scott's hand in her lap. His fingers pushed to get between her thighs and touch her pussy through her dress.