"Oh, dear," she sighed, pulling her lips from his. "Are you really going to fuck me forever?"
The boy acted as if he had not heard her question, although actually it had not been meant as a question. He placed his hands under her ass and clutched the cheeks there fiercely as he kept on with his furious fucking movements, his cock going into her deeply with every fast, brutal stroke.
"Oh, dear," she sighed again, her voice shaking, for she was having still another orgasm. "You are going to kill me, fucking me this way. Oh, I love it so."
The boy blew off in her at that precise moment and she once again thrilled to the touch of his stabbing cock as it erupted, giving off its content of thick, hot love juice. "Oh… Jesus… " he cried – the first words he had spoken since she had steered his prick into her cunt. His prick squirted once more, the boy shuddered, and then ceased to move in her. He lay still on top of her, his entire weight resting on her, for apparently, he was too tired to hold himself up now. Edna didn't mind, though she, too, was very tired. It was nice having this hot young boy, nude and sweaty, on top of her. It was more than nice – it was heavenly. She wondered just how long his cock would remain hard inside of her and when minutes had passed and it showed no sign of going soft, she sighed and patted his ass gently.
"You are a very good fucker, Rick," she told him gently.
"You're… awful good… yourself," he gasped.
"Tell me," she asked softly, "doesn't it ever go soft on you?"
He gave a short, soft chuckle. "Sure it goes soft but not when I got it stuffed up the cunt of a lovely lady like you."
Edna nodded her head. The boy was smart. He knew how to talk to a woman. "Thank you, dear," she said.
"I think I could fuck you all night long, Miss White," he told her. "You don't mind my saying that word, do you?"
"No. I love to hear you say it. Say it again, Rick."
"Fuck? That the word you want to hear?"
"Use it in a sentence," she urged, her passion rising again.
"I like to fuck you, Miss White. You fuck real good."
"Thank you, Rick," she said softly. She was silent for a moment. Then she continued. "My, we got acquainted quickly, didn't we, dear?"
He raised up a little, looked down at her and grinned. "Yes, we sure did, Miss White. I – I liked it, too. I mean I liked the way you… well… the way you handled me."
Edna was pleased that he would say this for it was true that she had "handled" him. "Thank you, Rick. You're a nice boy. I enjoy having your prick rammed up my cunt. I can't understand what's keeping it so hard, however."
"You are, Miss White. You're a real keen-looking girl."
Edna was human. She loved being called a girl. "Do you want to rest awhile and then… have me suck your prick?" She kissed the side of his face as she breathed the words.
"Want me to pull it out and turn around and stab it into your mouth?" he asked, his voice sounding lustful.
She bit her lips lightly and smiled tiredly. "Wouldn't you like to kiss me… you know… while I suck you?"
"You want me to lick your cunt, Miss White? With my tongue?"
Edna smiled and felt the old excitement returning all over again. "Yes, with your tongue, Rick. Think you'd like to try it?"
"Sure, I will. Tell you what, Miss White. I'll lap your cunt for a while and you take some more rest. Okay?"
"That would be… fine, Rick." My, what a hot young boy he was. Extraordinary!
He pulled his cock out and crawled backwards on his hands and knees and then dropped flat on his stomach, his face buried in her crotch. Edna closed her eyes to better appreciate the "feel" of it and when his tongue began to lightly caress her sensitivity, she had a quick, savage orgasm.
"Oh, my goodness," she breathed, "you make me so terribly, wonderfully hot. What is it about you?"
He did not answer her. Instead, he stopped his tonguing briefly, turned his body around so that he was on his hands and knees, his legs straddling her upper body. She saw his head shoot down to her crotch and once again felt his darting, wet tongue as he "puppy-dogged" her eagerly. His ass was directly in front of her face. She wished she could kiss his ass, but trying to rise up with him straddling her, required more strength than she seemed to possess. He, of course, was so busy going down on her that he did not notice her attempt to kiss his ass. Finally, the simple solution came to her mind much in the manner that many simple solutions to problems do – last of all. Grasping his waist with either hand, she pulled her head up close to his ass, and with her heart pounding dreadfully, she kissed his anus repeatedly.
"Jesus," he cried out, stopping his cunt sucking for the moment. "Do that again, please," he begged her, and resumed tonguing her cunt.
"Oh, isn't this beautiful," she murmured softly, almost to herself, and tried to get her head underneath his crotch so she could kiss his balls and prick. "I can't reach them," she whispered. "I just can't reach them."
As if he heard her and understood, he lowered his loins a little and when he did this, she managed to kiss his balls and after adjusting her body a little, got first one and then the other into her mouth to suck briefly. Now, she wanted to suck his cock, but it was out of reach until he lay down flat, his legs shooting back and straddling her head marvelously.
"Ah," she cried softly. "Give it to me, honey."
He lifted his body slightly, pushing his prick backward a little until she caught the end of it with her tortured lips. As he continued to lick and suck her cunt, his cock entered her mouth and she felt him growing large there. She struggled to breathe properly, finally managed to control herself correctly, and proceeded to lightly suck his swollen tubing.
"Jesus, that feels great," he cried, his words coming out thickly. "Suck me off, Miss White, oh, Jesus, suck me off."
Edna White had every intention of doing exactly that. His prick was so hard and long and slim and lovely… she could have sucked on it for a week. His bare legs pressed against her head and she could smell the scent of his flesh as well as that of his genitals, the mixture of the two being a maddeningly wonderful thing. She sighed even as she sucked and then she grasped the cheeks of his ass and gripped them fiercely, hanging onto him in this manner as she moved her head up and down, her lips tightly sucking the boy's tool. Suddenly she remembered something and began to work her lips back and forth in a suctioning manner. She had done this before, always with beneficial results and this time was no exception. The hot boy on top of her began to moan ecstatically, began to fuck her mouth with his rod, never ceasing for one moment the maddeningly wonderful honey-dipping job he was doing in her slit.
"Oh, dear… my goodness," Edna murmured, her words sounding thick and garbled because of the cock in her mouth. "What a hot, young thing he is. He's fucking my mouth… how lovely." As if realizing that it was somewhat silly for her to be talking to herself at a time like this, she stopped it and concentrated on taking the darting tube.
For the fifth time she had a wildly exhilarating orgasm and, as if the boy somehow realized this and wished to make her moments better ones, he went off in her mouth with all the force of a small Niagara. The hot come struck the roof of her mouth and she was obliged to swallow very quickly for he continued to fill and refill her mouth repeatedly. She had just time to ask herself one question: "Where does he get all of this substance – is he superhuman?"
It was two days later and Edna White was standing on her front porch again, wondering this time what was keeping the boy, Rick, from putting in an appearance. He had promised her he would be at her house shortly after dusk. It was now almost dark and he was nowhere in view. Edna knew a great longing for a few moments. What if he never came back to her? What would she do? What could she do? Would she have to simply forget him and look for another hot, young boy?