Chapter 15

• This wasn't anywhere near lovemaking. This was pure animalistic rutting between a man and a woman intent on satisfying their basic carnal needs. After a few more fast and deep pushes into her slippery pussy, I pulled out and flipped her over on her hands and knees. "No, not my arse", she shrieked in horror, wiggling her butt to keep me from trying to enter her there. I had no intention of doing that, as I knew her cunt need more attention. I grabbed her hip with one hand and pushed he face down into the cushions with my other hand as her arse rose higher. Lining my cock up with the reddened and puffy lips of her cunt, I pushed forward and entered her easily. Savagely I pounded her with my cock as I felt my thighs ramming against her arse cheeks. As moans and oh my gods spewed from her mouth, I withdrew until only the head of my cock was still in her. Then, with one ferocious jackhammer thrust, I rammed back into her.
• With her face pressed down a contorted scream of "Oh fuck, I'm cumming", tumbled from her mouth. I felt her pussy juice squirting against my embedded cock before I withdrew and turned her over on her back with my near-ready spurt dick only inches from her face. "Where do you want it?" I mockingly asked. "Oh god, anywhere, cum on my tits, but not in my hair", she implored. As I chuckled at the vain, self-absorbed woman in front of me, I stroked my cock a few times and watched as gob after gob of semen hit squarely on her smallish tits. Then, with one last mighty effort, I managed to squeeze out one more drop of jism and deposited it on her lips. I watched Sharon rub and smear my cum over her tits as she leaned toward me and caught my rapidly deflating cock in her mouth to get whatever amount of cum was still there. She licked my cock and balls of the residue of both hers and my juices and when finished, leaned back with a cat-who-caught-the-canary grin on her face.
• "So, who was better, me or my mom?" I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of answering the question, so I told her I'd need a repeat performance to properly make a decision. "That's a deal", she answered as she stood, putting on her skirt and blouse whilst almost running to the front door so she wouldn't be late for her hair appointment. I could only imagine what her hairdresser might think as the unmistakable aroma of fresh sex pervaded her being.