'Oh, God.' Brad bottomed his cock in the damp cave of her throat and twisted his hips, rocking froth side to side to increase the delightful pressure of her slithering throat.
Another explosive surge shot a spray of thick cum in deep, oozing like a lava flow. 'Aaahhhh!' Brad thought that was it. He'd shot the last of his boiling load. He fell back flat on the bed, shivering with the aftershocks of complete release.
Falling backward wrenched his cock hard against the roof of Laura's mouth. The heated frenzy of her orgasm had only begun, and she sucked hungrily to get another delicious spurt.
'I'm dry!' Brad said, when the sucking tension of her lips became too intense.
Laura knew he couldn't be dry. Not yet. Not until the wild fury of her lust had faded. She ran her fingers up his chest, found his rigid little man nipples with her thumbs and screwed them in tight circles.
'Aaayyyeeee!' Brad's cry came shrill and loud. He felt a burning pressure in his chest, then tingling waves of blinding pleasure sparked upward to his brain. 'Eeeyyyaaaahhhh!' He shot off another spurt and Laura eagerly sucked it down.
One hand slid back down his chest, dragging through Brad's thick hair like a rake. He felt the burning tracks she left and winced as she circled his taut little nipple faster and faster.
With her free hand, she reached below her chin and cupped his balls. 'Huunnngh?' he moaned. They felt drained, empty and shivering. But Laura squeezed one, then the other, with tender fingers strokes, lifting and then pulling and applying subtle pressure.
'Hhhhaaaaaa!' the boy gasped with an explosive roar. He felt a wrenching tightness in his groin. His muscles tensed like steel straps, and pulsed in tight little waves. Brad's face twisted in a knot of pain and he pushed with all his strength, but he had nothing left. Not even a drop to quell the sucking hunger of the crazed woman, still pulling madly on his dripping cock. 'I… I can't!' he moaned. His head rolled and his arms went slack, like a puppet with broken strings. 'I'm through! I'm finished. I've cum enough. All I can.'
'Mmmmmmmmm!' Laura shook her head and took a toothy grip on the root of his cock.
'Yyyyeeeooooow!' he wailed. It felt like she might bite it off!
Laura now had both hands on his balls, tugging gently with her fingertips, squeezing with a soft lingering rhythm. 'Aaaayyyaaaa!' Brad moaned. He felt another swelling wave of liquid fire.
'Yyyyuuuuummmmm!' Laura's sucking lips pulled and twisted. Her tongue thrashed like an enraged viper, streaking up and down the base of his cum-slick cock.
'Holy shit!' He felt the burning flow swell up and steam toward his pulsing cockhead. 'Hhhaaarrrggghhhh.' Jolts of ecstasy shook Brad's cock. Echoes of the impossible pleasure filtered up to his mind. He writhed in a dream world of delight.
Laura shivered with mounting waves of joy. Each gush of jism sent her into a wilder frenzy of sucking joy, feasting on the hidden strength Brad never knew he had.
At last the hidden well of cum ran dry. Laura fell limp, gasping for breath. 'Oooooh, good!' she whispered as his cock slipped out of her mouth.
'Good? My God!' Brad could still not think clearly. 'I… I've never cum so long… or so hard!'
Laura smiled, her cheek resting on his thigh, her eyes locked on his gleaming cockhead only inches from her chin. One silver drop remained, shining like a pearl. She flicked it off with her tongue, swallowed and said hoarsely, 'Just wait until I get that big fucker in my cunt!'
CHAPTER TWO
Rod Benton drove home feeling tired and worn after a disappointing day of job interviews in the strange new town. Nothing right now. Maybe in a week or two. We'll let you know… was all he heard.
He parked at the curb behind the big rented truck and sat for a moment, hunched over and puffing dejectedly on a cigarette. Except for a neatly folded stack of thick furniture pads, the truck bed was empty. At least Laura had accomplished something.
'Hi!' a bright, bell-like voice rang almost in his ear. 'You must be Mr. Benton.'
'Er, yeah.' Rod turned with a start and found himself being studied by a pair of misty, jade-green eyes. 'Who are you?'
'Cindy Wilson,' the girl replied. 'I live in the green house across the street. My brother has been helping your wife move in.'
'Oh,' Rod said. Oh, God! he was thinking. Not again. Not before we even get unpacked. 'Er, how old is your brother?'
'Nineteen,' she said. 'A year older than me.' Cindy had a wise, seductive smile and a knowing look in her flashing eyes. But, what the hell, kids grew up quick these days.
Cindy's well-curved, but not fully-ripe, figure was packed in a pair of faded, skin-tight jeans. She stood with one gently flared hip slanted toward him in a seductive pose and she leaned forward from the waist, so that he could not help but look down the open front of her filmy blouse.
Rod wet his lips as he gazed into the creamy valley between two firm young tits just ripe for sucking. 'You want a beer?' she asked with a sly, kittenish grin. 'I'm sure Mom has some in the fridge.'
'No, I don't think so. Not right now.' Rod wet his lips again with an anxious sweep of his tongue. What he wanted to do was grab her and see if Cindy was all she pretended to be. The last thing he wanted was to have a beer and meet her folks.
'It's all right,' she said. 'Mom's gone to work. She's on swing shift.' Cindy tossed her head and stroked long, soft hair that gleamed like spun gold in the setting sun.
'What about your dad?'
She laughed and stroked her hair again. It fell to her waist and the smooth dome, of her tempting pussy mound. 'He left years ago,' she said.
'That's too bad.' Rod's cock had begun to swell.
'Yeah, it is. I'd like to have a man around. I mean a real man. My brother's nice, but he's just a kid.' The way she looked at him then sent a fresh rush of blood to his straining cock. Bright dots of sweat beaded above his eyes. 'Are you sure you don't want a beer?' Cindy asked. 'You look awfully hot.'
'I am.' Rod hadn't been that hot in years.
Laura still excited him, but not like this. Not for a long time. Rod could have used his prick for a baseball bat.
Cindy crossed the street and went up the walk ahead of him. Her taut little ass swayed temptingly, full and finely curved, caressed by a silken fall of sun-gold hair. 'Whenever Mom has a man over, she makes me stay in my room,' Cindy said like a pouting child.
'That's too bad, too,' Rod said, but he wasn't surprised. Few women he knew, including his own sexy wife, could stand competition from this little blonde bitch.
She closed the front door and turned to face him, heaving her proud young tits with a heavy sigh. Rod's thick cock gave a heated surge in reply. 'Then she turns on the stereo real loud,' the sexy blonde said, 'but I can still hear.'
Rod had to smile. He could see her alone in her room, so young and so horny, straining to hear. 'It sounds real nice,' she said. With another wistful sight. 'Better than what young guys I know can do.'
'It takes practice,' he told her.
'I guess so. The first guy I went with shot off in his pants. The next sprayed cum all over my cunt hair and never did get it in.'
Rod gave her a nervous grin, thinking that he might do the same thing. She came forward and snaked her arms around his neck. 'I'd sure like to see what a real man can do,' she cooed in a syrupy voice.
'Would you?' He cupped her firm young tits and worked her nipples between his fingers. She wasn't wearing a bra. He could feel her thick nipples swell and burn through the filmy veil of her sheer blouse.
Cindy moaned with her eyes half closed and ground her swaying hips against the giant stiffness of his eager cock. 'It's so big and hard,' she purred, dropping her hands to tease his overheated prick.
Rod sucked in a gulp of air and strained to hold the huge load boiling in his balls. Cindy kept one hand on the
