So there I was, a divorced thirty-four year old mother of two, lying on my back with my legs pulled up to my chest and my panties, the only item of clothing on my body, were pulled down to my thighs. My butt was pointed up and completely exposed, as was my pussy. A guy I only knew as Snake, who just told me he had a "teenaged cock," had that cock buried deep inside my pussy, which he'd just filled with what felt like a huge load of cum. As he was filling me, I was also having a body-wracking experience, which caused me to have a `squirting orgasm' for the first time in my life.
Now, just in case you didn't read the first chapter, I'll quickly tell you that I'd only met the boy an hour or so before, he'd been hanging out with a whole gang of other `street-rats' in the parking-lot of a liquor store, where I'd picked him up on the other side of town. I just got really horny and something clicked inside me when I saw all the cocky, swaggering young men standing around all trying to be the cock-of-the-walk, and I needed to get laid. It had actually been seven and a half years since I'd been with a man and I can't explain it, my primal urges took over and, when I locked eyes with Snake, I knew he was the one. Oh yeah, I should also mention that he'd dragged me to the first bedroom at the top of the stairs, which happened to be my thirteen-year-old son's room, where he'd fucked me and we were still on my son's bed. And with my mind so full of lust and aching sexual need, it wasn't until my new, young lover mentioned it, seconds before he started to fill my pussy with his sperm, that he asked me, "Have you been fixed, or you on the pill?"
That question nearly made me try and get Snake off me and out of me. Blatant attempt at equating me to a female dog, which he'd done a few other times before, once by commenting that my engorged, dripping wet pussy lips reminded him of "a bitch in heat," - he also compared them to a mare in season's so... - as well as referring to me as a bitch' several times. But that wasn't the worse of it. I wasn't on the pill and I'd never been fixed.' And in those few moments of clarity, as I was descending back to normality after being taken to heights I'd never imagined possible, it also occurred to me that I was right in the middle of my cycle. It had been two weeks since my last period and my next was expected two weeks in the future. I was at my most fertile time of the month.
And then there was the fact that we were in my son's bed. Now, if you hadn't read chapter one, my new lover had an overpowering body odor and, along with his sweat and mine, the juices we both squirted upon our climaxes, his still dripping out of my pussy and mine was mostly drying, but a good amount had landed on the bed when it initially squirted out of me, and surely all that stink wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Oh, and lastly, I'll just mention that I hadn't seen Snake's `snake' yet. My eyes had been closed from the time he'd pulled it out of his pants, until after he'd come inside me, and it was still inside me, although not quite as erect as it had been just moments before.
Finally I couldn't take having my body bent in half any longer and asked my new, young lover if he could get off me so I could stretch out. He looked down at me and, calm as a clam, he says, "You know, keeping your cunt up high like this is gonna help pull my sperm down deeper inside you." I felt that chill again, and he laughed, "I felt that, and I felt you go all cold when I asked you right before I filled you up. I know you ain't on the pill. And I hope I do put a baby up in you. At least you can afford to take care of it. If I knock-up some girl from the neighborhood, she's gonna be going after me for child support for the next eighteen years."
While I knew it was still inside me, I couldn't really feel his cock anymore, although I could feel his cum sloshing around in there. And in that moment, although you never know the future, after being brought to the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life by Snake and his "teenaged cock," all I wondered was how incredible the next orgasm he gave me would be.
It was only about one-thirty in the afternoon. My kids got out of school at three-fifteen, but they both had extracurricular activities after school and they wouldn't be home until four-thirty at the earliest. That gave me and Snake about three hours to get to know each other better.
"I'll bet you are a bit cramped," he said, as he finally pulled off and out of me and kind of fell, kind of rolled onto his side. I looked over and saw the Snake for the first time and instantly understood his nickname. Even though he still had his pants on, they were un-belted and unfastened and there it was for me to finally see The kid's cock was long and thin, like six to seven inches long but no bigger around than a roll of quarters. It had also never been circumcised and there was a good half-inch nub of tightly gathered skin at its tip. The tip itself, the head of the kid's cock, had the most accurate representation of `arrow shaped' that I'd ever seen. It was quite narrow at the tip and flared out, becoming even wider than the shaft, before curving back in. And from somewhere within that tight gathering of skin at the head of the snake, there was opaque fluid oozing, and running along my son's sheets, with a split in it looking much like a snake's tongue.
I reached to my panties, not exactly sure if I was going to pull them up, or finish taking them off, but Snake was too quick for me and one of his hands reached out and grabbed them and deftly pulled them off me. His grin was huge as he brought that hand to his face and took a deep sniff of my underwear. And then he took a tiny bit of the still-damp fabric between his lips and I saw his tongue moving over it, tasting me. He growled and said, "I'm keeping these." and he shoved my panties into the pocket of his pants.
I uncurled and let my legs come down to the bed, and felt more of Snake's spunk start to ooze out of me. Not only was I going to need to change my son's sheets, with everything that had soaked through the sheets, I was probably going to need to buy him a whole new bed. I was just laying there, trying to figure out everything I needed to do before four-thirty, when my new lover said, "Well, what's this?" and from under my son's mattress he pulled out an old t-shirt. I recognized is as one of my son's favorite shirts, although he'd grown out of it a year or two before. It used to be white, with the image of a Scooby and Shaggy from the cartoon, and for a while it seemed like the only shirt he ever wore But now, a couple years since I'd seen it, it was now splotched with brown and yellow stains, with several crusty and stiff, starchy spots on it. I knew what my son had been using the old shirt for, and surely Snake did too. But he still brought it to his nose and sniffed it and then, surprising me, to his mouth to taste it before declaring, "I'm keeping this too," and he awkwardly folded it into a bulky rectangle and shoved it into his other pocket. I was about to protest to him taking my son' cum-rag, but before I could he jumped on me. His head was on my belly, his shoulders holding my legs open and he had one hand on my drooling pussy.
He was looking me in the eye and for the first time I saw his youth in his eyes. At that moment all of his cocky swagger was gone and he showed me his `real self' for the first time in the short time I'd known him. "I've always wanted to do something, but I've never been with a girl I've trusted enough to not go blabbing all about it to everyone," and with that, he moved lower, until his face was even with my pussy. "Most guys say if you lick spunk out of a cunt it's queer, but I don't fucking care," and with that, he dove in and started to eat out my cum-drenched pussy. Yes, he made me cum as he was slurping his own seed out of me. No it wasn't as intense as when he'd been fucking me, but I'm not complaining. Someone else was making me come for the first time in over seven years and that was all I needed.
Snake spend a good ten minutes or so licking, sucking and biting, and finger-fucking, my pussy, before he finally crawled up my body, one of his hands remaining between my legs with two fingers digging around inside me. He spent a couple minutes with his free hand groping and pawing at my tits, before he moved up and kissed me. I could smell my pussy on his face and taste it on his tongue. Then he wiggled around a bit and pulled his fingers out. A second later, his cock was inside me again. Only this time he didn't go slow. He shoved once, twice and on the third shove, he had it as deep as it would go and whatever it was that the pointy head of his cock hit inside me, it felt like a punch in the gut. I let out a moan and he grunted. He pulled back and shoved in again. Again I moaned and again, he grunted. But when he went to pull back from the third time, he kept pulling until his cock was no longer in my pussy. I ached for him to put it back inside me.
He got off me, out from between my legs and, now seeing his cock completely hard for the first time I was in shock. In it's flaccid, or semi-flaccid state it had been six to seven inches, but now, in all its magnificent glory, Snake's cock easily stood nine and a half inches long, but, as before, still no bigger around than a roll of quarters. He told me to flip around, to get up on my hands and knees.
"I'm gonna take you like a real bitch in heat," he said as I did what he wanted and he got behind me. He still had his pants on, and I gave that only a bit of thought, before he jammed his cock into my pussy, bottoming out hard with only one thrust. That gut-punch pushed a moan out of me and he grunted. Then I felt his fingers back there, digging around between my pussy-lips and his shaft. Before long his wet, slick fingers were poking at my butt-hole. He poked and prodded, all the while keeping up a steady fuck, until he finally popped one of his fingers through my butt-hole and I let out a yelp.
"You're fine, girl," he said, keeping that finger right where it was, but his other hand stroked my back, "Just take it easy, I know what I'm doing. I know this is your first time," Slowly his finger sank deeper into my rectum and after a bit, it didn't feel too bad. In fact, it felt kind of good. And when he started to move it in and out, when he was really finger-fucking my butt, I could feel his cock become extremely hard, when I squeezed it with my pussy-muscles. When he pulled his cock out of my pussy, I knew what he was going to do next, and it terrified me.
His finger was still lodged inside me when I felt the head of his cock at my butt-hole. He lined himself up and pushed. At first, nothing happened. Then he pushed a little harder and I felt myself opening up for him He pushed a little harder and his arrow-shaped head popped inside me. I let out a shriek and he groaned. "Damn! That' fucking tight!" he pushed in a bit more. "You know I just popped your ass-cherry, right bitch!" I cried out a bit more and he grunted once more. A moment later, after he' shoved his cock another inch deeper up my ass, he growled, "Hot fucking slut asshole!" and gave one of my butt-cheeks the first of many slaps.
He never actually bottomed out in my butt, but soon enough could feel his bony hips against my butt-cheeks and his big balls pushing against my pussy and knew I'd taken his entire cock inside me. Then he grabbed my hips and started to pound me. He showed no mercy. He used no restraint. He held me there and fucked me as hard and as fast as he could, his long, skinny cock pulling in and out of my rectum, smacking my cheeks and telling me how nasty I was and how great it was going to be for him to have a slut to fuck whenever he wanted. I took everything he gave me without complaint. Sure, it hurt a bit and sure, I think I'd rather take it in my pussy, but then Snake came down, his chest over my back and I could feel his hot skin on mine, and the angle changed where his cock was pounding inside me and instead of his hands on my hips, one of them went around me and up, to paw at my tits. His other hand went around me and down, two fingers shoving into my dripping pussy as the heel of his hand pushed against my clitoris.
Within a minute or two he was howling and I was screaming, he was shooting his cum up my butt and I even squirted, just a tiny bit, on his hands (right at the end there, he moved his hand from my tits down to my crotch, to help out down there and I'm thankful he did). Again he held me tight, his cock buried deep inside me well after the last tremors of orgasm subsided and when he finally did pull out, he looked around and grabbed the blouse I'd been wearing and used that to wipe his dick clean, although I noticed that he didn't retract his foreskin and clean under it, but.... His foreskin, by the way, along with his huge pair of nuts, fascinated me. I chose not to have my son snipped, but his was the only uncut dick I'd ever had any experience with, and even that stopped when the boy was old enough to wash himself.
"I'm hungry," Snake declares, throwing the ripped and soiled blouse at me with that big grin on his face, "feed me." I looked at the clock beside the bed... beside my son's bed, to which we' just added some more fragrant fluids, and saw it was almost two o'clock. That was ok. Two and a half hours was plenty of time to have the house back to normal and to get my new lover out, before the kids got home. Even giving me time to feed him. I boiled some noodles and made mac and cheese, and made each of us a sandwich - I was hungry too.
After we ate we ended up making out on the couch for a while, reluctant to part company until the very last moment. We left the house around four-fifteen. I know I wouldn't be there when my kids got home, but at fifteen and thirteen, it wouldn't be a problem. They'd been staying home on their own since my daughter was old enough to babysit her brother. As I drove across town, he asked me more about myself, he was surprised that I was only thirty-four and, in a nice way said that because of my kids, he'd assumed I'd be older. I explained how I'd married my high school sweetheart right after we graduated and that a year later, at nineteen, I had my daughter.
That's when he told me that he was currently nineteen and, with a bit of math in his head he said, "And you're only three years younger than my mother. She had me when she was nineteen too." I reminded him that he was only four years older than my daughter, when he asked, "Is she cute?"
My first reaction was to tell him to stay the fuck away from her, that a bad-boy like him was the last thing my daughter needed. But with the thought of applying those same thoughts to myself, I simply said, "Yeah, she is. So is my son." His grin brightened and he patted his pants, where he'd shoved the nasty, cum-crusted t-shirt he'd taken from under my my son's mattress.
He had me drive to a neighborhood park and showed me a secluded place where I could park the car out of view from the main road. Once there, he reached down and began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. "Gimme a quick blow-job before you go, will ya? That should hold me over until tomorrow."
Now, I'm not overly experienced in sucking cock. I used to do it to my ex-husband occasionally, but his cock was so short and fat, like, only four and a half inches long but nearly as thick as a beer can, so all I needed to do with him was make sure my jaws were stretched wide enough to accommodate his girth, but as short as it was, I never had to worry about him shoving it in too deep, breaching my throat and gagging me. The only other guy I'd been with had a longer, but thinner cock and while I did become a little bit more practiced when I was sucking him, we only got together on three occasions and probably didn't spend more than fifteen minutes all totaled with his cock in my mouth, as he preferred fucking me over getting sucked off.
So I'm sitting there as Snake pulls out his `snake' and I'm wondering if I'll be able to take it, if I'll be able to make him come with just my inadequate skills at oral stimulation. I was hoping that he didn't try to make me take more of his cock than I was comfortable with, that I wouldn't choke and gag over his cock. And the last thing to cross my mind, as I leaned over to take his mostly-erect, slim, nine to ten inch cock into my mouth, was that only a couple hours before that cock had been plowing my rectum and, other than wiping it down with the blouse I'd been wearing, he hadn't washed it after fucking my butt. But my new stud wanted a blow-job and I wasn't going to let him down.
Now I'll admit that my first taste of Snake's cock nearly pushed me over the edge and I almost pulled back and refused to service his nasty, dirty cock. I'd never tasted anything as disgusting before. But the instant I closed my lips around the flared, arrow-shaped, hooded cock-head, before I had a chance to do anything, one of the kid's hands came to the back of my head and, for a moment held me in place as my tongue reluctantly explored the top portion of his cock, and then he pushed me down further on his erection, almost gagging me, but I somehow managed to swallow the reflex and keep myself from choking.
"I feel like I just won the fucking lottery," He grunted as he forced my mouth up and down on his cock. "Getting picked up by a slutty older broad, a sexy, slutty broad, and..." He pushed my head down even further, this time I was unable to stop myself from gagging as the tip of his cock slammed into the entrance to my throat. I was, however, able to keep him from shoving past that barrier and keep his cock from going too deep. "And..." he continued, his words becoming harsher as his breaths became rougher, "dumping a load of my spunk," he grunted and shoved my head down again, "in all three of your fuck-holes, including your virgin asshole that's cherry I just popped," another grunt and another downward shove, making me gag again, " and all that in one fucking afternoon." And then he began chanting, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" each time he pushed my head down on his cock. After a moment or two, I could feel his cock begin to swell in my mouth and his "Fuck!" chants became louder. And then he shoved my head down so far that not only did I gag, but I felt the tip of his cock breach the barrier between the back of my mouth and the entrance to my throat and then he let out a howl. The next second his cock was pulsing in my mouth and I could feel him filling me with his salty, bitter, hot cream. It tasted awful! I'd tasted my ex-husband's cum a few times, but I don't remember it ever tasting so horrible. I swallowed what I could, but a bit did ooze out from between my lips and his narrow shaft and dripped over my face.
Snake held my head down on his cock until he'd finished shooting his load, and then a minute or so longer, as I felt his erection begin to subside. When he finally released my head, I pulled up, smacking my lips and trying to swallow the last bits of his ejaculate, when he once again grabbed my head, only this time he pulled my face to his and he began licking the small amount of his cum that had oozed out of my mouth. Once that was gone, his mouth found mine and he began trying to lick and suck any remnants of his nasty-tasting load from my tongue and inside my mouth.
When he broke our kiss, that big grin was on his face, "That was awesome," he said as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants. "I can't wait `till tomorrow." Once he had himself settled he turned those bright green eyes back on me and said, "So, what time are you gonna pick me up tomorrow?" then he added, "I can either meet you at the liquor store, or you can pick me up here."
It only took me a second to decide, "I'll pick you up here," deciding that it would probably be better to meet in the park, where it would probably just be him waiting for me, whereas if I went to the liquor store, I'd have to face the rest of his gang just to get him. And then, doing a bit of quick math, I added, "I'll be here at nine tomorrow morning," which meant that if I dropped my kids at school by eight-thirty, I'd have plenty of time get across town to pick up my new, young lover.
Once Snake got out of my car, the first thing I did was dig through my purse for a mint. I had to get that bitter, nasty taste of his cum out of my mouth. And oddly enough, I almost felt as though I was betraying the young stud by popping in that mint to cover HIS taste. And then, as I was making my way across town to get home, I realized that in the couple hours after Snake had finished fucking me, in the time I'd planned to freshen up the house and change the sheets on my son's bed (on which the stud had fucked both my pussy and my butt), we'd spent on the couch making-out and I hadn't done any of what I'd planned.
My daughter, Chelsea, was sitting at the dining room table doing her homework when I finally got home. Without looking up at me, she gave me a quick, "Hey mom, how was your day?"
"It was fine," I said, glad that she didn't look at me because I wasn't sure how much of what I'd done that day showed on my face. "But it was a bit stressful, so I think I'm going to go upstairs and take a nice, long bath."
When I went upstairs, my son, Dustin, was lying on his bed reading a book. I poked my head in, "Hey Dusty, how was your day?" and when I then inhaled, all I could smell was the odor of sex. I hope my face didn't turn red, or if it did, that Dustin didn't notice.
"Fine," he said with a quick glance up from the page he was reading. Then he looked back up at me and he had a strange expression on his face. And then he says, "But something smells funny in here," he said, then inhaled deeply, "like, not bad, like food rotting or anything," I know that comment came from a time I'd found a cereal bowl, still half full of milk, that had been under his bed for a week or two. "But just funny."
I'm sure my face turned red then, but I tried my best to remain calm and just said, "If you want to open your window and air it out a bit, go ahead."
"Nah," he responded, "It's too cold out, and besides, it's not a bad smell, just different. I really don't mind it." I tried not to think too much on that. My son was lying directly in the wet-spot' where I'd gotten both my pussy and butt fucked a few hours before and he didn't mind' the smells of me getting fucked in his bed. Nope! Not going to give that another second of thought.
"I had kind of a stressful day, so I'm going to take a hot bath and relax for a bit." I started toward my room and then turned and called out, "And if you're hungry, there's some mac and cheese in the fridge," (leftovers from my lunch with Snake earlier), "and there's plenty of lunch-meat and bread for sandwiches," and then adding, "I"m sorry, I'm just not in the mood to cook tonight."
My son took another deep breath, surely smelling the fluids that had soaked his sheets earlier, and with a grin on his face, he said, "That's ok, mom. I'll go down and fix myself a sandwich a bit later."
When I got to my room the first thing I saw was my reflection in the mirror. I looked like hell and understood the double-take Dustin had given me. My hair was a mess, surely from when Snake had his hands on my head as I was sucking his cock in the car, my make-up was smeared all over my face and... Fuck me! There were still two crusty spots beside my mouth that could only be drops of my new, young lover's dried semen on my face.
Normally when I take a bath the whole world seems to disappear for an hour or so while I'm soaking. I'll lie there in the hot water and completely shut off my mind and, for that small amount of time, I'm usually able to forget about everything. But that day, after all that had happened, my brain refused to stay quiet. I couldn't get Snake out of my mind. I thought about how incredible it had felt when he fucked me, how neither of the two men I'd been with before had ever brought me to such heights of pleasure. I couldn't believe that I'd let the kid butt-fuck me, nor that I blew him and swallowed his load in my parked car. And I seriously wondered if maybe I should just call it quits now. Not go pick him up tomorrow and be done with him. Just accept that one day of incredible gratification and ultimate satisfaction, keep it in my mind as a fond memory for my masturbation fantasies and call it good.
But even as I lie there, soaking the young stud's stink off me, washing my pussy and butt-hole clean of his cum and trying to rationalize everything I'd done earlier in some way that didn't paint me as a total tramp, I knew that I would be at the park waiting for him in the morning and, as much as I hated to admit it, I already knew that my pussy would be dripping before I even got there.
It was a little while later, I was still lying in the tub, when I heard a repeated bumping' sound from the next room, my son's room. The sound started slow and soft, but quickly increased in both tempo and volume. Then I heard a gasp or moan, and the bumping sound suddenly stopped. A moment later I heard Dustin's voice, in a tone I knew meant he was annoyed or frustrated, saying, "Where the hell is it? I always put it right back here." It only took me a few seconds to put two and two together... the bumping' sound I'd heard was him jerking-off, the groan was him coming, which is why the bumping stopped so suddenly, and the thing he couldn't find had to be the old Scooby-Doo t-shirt that he'd been using as a cum-rag for god knows how long - it was REALLY crusted and filthy - which Snake had pocketed earlier and taken home with him (along with the pair of panties I'd been wearing earlier, which ended up soaked with my drooling pussy-juices).
I felt awkward all night. I could barely look my son in the eye, not only because of what I'd done in his bed with Snake, but also knowing that he'd masturbated on that bed, inhaling the stink from my earlier sexual escapades, and hoping with everything I had that he wouldn't ask about the crusty t-shirt. I ended up going to bed early and, I simply couldn't help it with all the erotic thoughts running through my mind, gave myself a quick orgasm before finally passing out for the night.
Well, I was right. My pussy started to get wet as soon as I'd dropped my kids off and began heading across town to pick-up Snake. I arrived nearly half an hour early and parked in the same secluded spot where we'd parked the day before and I'd sucked Snake off. Other than a couple very young kids, being watched by an older lady sitting on a bench, who were playing on the other side of the park, there was no one else around.
I can't tell you how many times I decided just to start my car and leave. The more I thought about it, the more I debated with myself, most everything that popped into my mind only reinforced why this was such a bad idea. I mean, what if anyone found out I was getting fucked by a teenaged kid from the wrong side of the tracks. A thirty-four year old mother of two, vice president of the PTA and vice-chair of the social committee at church, I had a respectable job, many good friends and I loved my family. My god, if my mother and father ever found out about this, it would surely kill them - after all, my divorce nearly did and they knew that my ex had been cheating on me. Once again I considered just leaving. I even put my key in the ignition. But I didn't start the car and I didn't leave.
I had the window cracked a bit for some fresh air and I was sitting there with my eyes closed, still debating whether to stay or go, and the only reason I didn't jump when he spoke was because I caught a whiff of his potent body odor before I heard him. "Hey baby," I opened my eyes to see his face, with that big shit-eating-grin plastered to it, just the other side of the window, "I knew you'd be back for more of this," and he stood up straight so I could see he had on a pair of sweatpants on today and, by the clearly outlined image of his dangling dick in them, which he grabbed and shook a bit, it was obvious he didn't have underwear on. I felt heat in my face and knew I was turning bright red and I also felt a surge down between my legs. I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I remained silent and after a few beats his grin got bigger and he said, "Such a nasty fucking slut." My face went hotter.
He stayed there looking in, so I rolled down the window and, putting his elbows on the window `sill,' one of his hands going to the back of my head and his other just dangling between the steering wheel and my chest. Even through his shirt and jacket, with his armpits opened like they were and right there, I got a full-blast of his sweaty stink. He smelled horrible, even though the deeper I breathed his noxious body-odor in, the hotter and wetter my pussy felt. And I couldn't help but notice that the tips of his fingernails were still black with gunk. He looked at me a minute, green eyes and bright grin entrancing me and says, "You wanna go for a walk before we go back to your place?"
Honestly, I didn't. I didn't want to be seen with him. But since it was a Thursday at nine-thirty in the morning, there was hardly anyone out and about to see us, nor would anyone who would know who the hell I was (although, they might know Snake...). I rolled up the window and got out of the car. As soon as the door slammed closed, Snake grabbed me and gave me another hard, deep kiss. Now, I'd never been one for public displays of affection. I always felt weird holding my ex's hand when we were out and about, let alone when he kissed me, or, if he'd had one too many, when he'd grab my ass or my tits in public. But from what I could tell, the only people who might see us were the old woman and the two little kids and, well, as the teenaged stud devoured my mouth with his own, and especially when he started to press his body against mine, despite his stink, I didn't give a damn what they might have thought.
When he finally broke the kiss and grabbed my hand - yeah, I took a deep breath and just went with it - and began to lead me toward a path into the woods, I nearly didn't go with him. I stood still and when he felt that I wasn't moving, he stopped and turned. That's when I noticed the lump in his sweatpants again. After digging his tongue round in my mouth a bit, his cock had become a bit more solid and was tenting out his thin, baggy pants more. He just grinned, tugged on my hand and said, "Come on, baby, I ain't gonna let nothing bad happen to ya." I don't remember making the conscious decision to go with him, but my feet started moving.
It was a beautiful Autumn day, a bit chilly, but with the bright sun I barely felt it. Until we got into the woods and not only did I feel a chill, my eyes had to adjust to the much dimmer environment before I could see clearly. It was another action without any real conscious decision making, but soon after I could no longer feel the Sun's warmth, I moved right up against Snake and lifted our joined hands, bring his around my neck and onto my far shoulder, the one closest to him fitting into his pungent armpit. He turned his head and looked at me. I felt my face go warm and just smiled up at him, breathing in the awful, but intoxicating scent of his sweaty, unwashed body. He moved in like he was going to kiss me and I closed my eyes in preparation, but instead he licked my face, from my chin, over my mouth and nose, between my eyes and right up to my hairline. I opened my eyes, surprised, and there was Snake's face, his grin as big as I'd ever seen it and I couldn't help but laugh. I slapped his shoulder, but snuggled in a bit tighter to him, as he started walking again. And this time he walked a bit faster
We walked a bit more before the situation in sweatpants became ridiculous. His long, skinny cock was getting harder and harder and pushing more and more against the fabric of his sweatpants, to the point where it was swinging back and forth with every step he took. "I hate it when this happens," he said, reaching into his pants and pulling his mostly-erect up against his belly. His nine-plus inches easily protruded from his waistband by a few inches, but he covered it with his shirt and said, "When you got a big dick, you deal with it," and we kept walking. I commiserated, wondering if all the ooze dripping from my pussy had soaked through my pants and if I had a big wet-spot, but I wasn't going to bend over and check.
It wasn't long after that he led me off the path we came to a clearing, a small patch of warm sunlight. There was a small fire-circle with a couple logs around it. "We used to camp-out here when I was a kid," he said. I thought, `You still are a kid...' but of course didn't say it. He sat down. I sat down beside him. He looked at me, his grin so big it was almost as bright of the Sun, and I felt myself gushing. I'd purposely worn a pair of black slacks, just in case I dripped all the way through and couldn't tell if I had or not yet.
He pulled his shirt up and tucked it under his chin. Then he untied the drawstring on his sweat pants and they fell open. His cock bobbed right there, the drooling nub of his fleshy foreskin pointing straight up to the bright blue sky. "I can't wait `till we get back to your place," he said, his confident grin already knowing I'd do what he wanted, "Gimme another blowjob like you did last night."
I couldn't fucking believe it. I leaned over, never a second thought, opened my mouth and took him in. I thought I heard something off in the distance, but as soon as he felt my lips close around the first inch or so of his long cock, his hands went to the back of my head, as he'd done the previous evening, and pushed me down a bit further. It was an uncomfortable angle, sitting beside him, so without his cock coming out of my mouth, I turned myself around and got down on my knees in front of him. From a distance, but not too far away, I hear a young, male voice call out, "Holy fucking shit, Snake, you weren't kidding!"
My first instinct was to jump up, to get off my knees and get my mouth off his cock. But, Snake was prepared and already had his fingers entwined in my hair giving him complete control of my head, and he held me firmly in place.There was another voice, deeper, but I couldn't make out what was said. I started to struggle, trying to lift off his cock, even hitting him, though weakly admittedly, until I felt his cock throb and he said, "Don't worry baby, I told you I ain't gonna let nothing bad happen to you. They're just a couple guys I know, they were there yesterday when you picked me up." he shoved my head down on his cock, almost deep enough to gag me, and then let up some. "They didn't believe me when I told them how big a slut you are for my cock," he pushed my head down again and grunted, then eased up, "so I'm proving it to them. They won't come any closer... they know not to mess with my bitch"
I don't know exactly when the tears started to flow, but I remember feeling them rolling down my cheeks when I looked up to Snake and got caught in those amazing green eyes. I'd never felt to humiliated, so degraded in my entire life. And at the same time, I'd also never felt so hot and horny. And as much as I wanted to just stop, to do the smart thing and just walk away, as I stared into Snake's eyes all that nevativity melted away and I felt another gush between my legs, and this time I didn't need him to go down on his cock.
I started bobbing up and down. Snake's hands released my head. A second later I heard him bellow, "Fuck! Yeah!" and then a cheer coming from his friends. On one of my `up-strokes' I took a quick look up, to see my stud's hands raised his head and an expression of pure bliss on his face. I kept bobbing, taking him as deep as I possibly could and then pulling back until I felt his flared head between my lips. Snake let out an exaggerated groan, his friends cheered louder and his cock throbbed in my mouth.
After a moment Snake put his hands back on my head, tangled his fingers in my hair and, in a voice loud enough I'm sure our voyeurs could hear, "Baby, I'm getting close. All ya gotta do is yank down my skin and suck on my head, I'll blast in seconds." I bobbed a few more times, his hands allowing me to do so, although he did push me down a bit deeper than I would have gone on my own. And when he felt me start tugging his skin down over his shaft, and pulling, and pulling - the boy had a lot of skin on his cock - I felt his fingers tightening their grasp in my hair.
At first the bitter, stale taste was subtle, mostly covered by the salty taste of his skin. But as I pulled Snake's foreskin lower and lower, the taste got stronger. And stronger. But my stud wanted me to pull his foreskin back, so that's what I did and it was one of the few things that I did for Snake over the years that I ever truly regretted. As I've said, my only experience with an uncircumcised dick was cleaning my son's when he was a baby, but he took over that task for himself around the age of five. But when Snake's foreskin finally popped over the flared edge, exposing his whole cock-head, the full blast of Snake's cock-cheese hit my tongue, I wretched. I let out a loud, "AWWWWKKKKK" sound, the sharp, rancid tang overwhelming me. I heard loud laughing from our observers and one of them yelled out, "Sounds like she finally got a taste of that nasty shit that Snake gets under his dick-skin." I struggled against him, shoved at his cock with my tongue, trying to push it out of my mouth, and tried to move my head in whatever way I could without huge amounts of my hair being ripped from my scalp.
He wasn't kidding. Once his foreskin was pulled back and the head of his dick was exposed, within a minute his fists were tightening even more in my hair and his grunts and groans changed form sounds he made mainly to impress his pals, to genuine pre-orgasmic exclamations. And it wasn't long before he was howling even louder and he began to erupt in my mouth, holding my head firmly down on his cock while he filled my mouth with wad after wad of his thick, hot cum. There was another cheer from Snake's friends as my young stud released my head and I came up off his cock, struggling to swallow his cum with all the other nasty, disgusting tastes in my mouth.
Once Snake had recovered from coming and I managed to ingest everything he'd put into my mouth, my young stud yelled out to his friends, "Now that you know I wasn't lying about my hot, little slut, y'all can fuck off now! Show's over! Time for me to take my sweet Rose back to her place, where I can lay her down on a bed and fuck her good and proper."