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Jennifer moves the tip into her sopping wet pussy, gets a little bit of lubrication on it, and then moves it up to her clit. “Aaaaahhhhh…” 

Her eyes are half-open, and she’s concentrating on the feeling, as she slowly masturbates. She inserts the vibrator into her syrupy snatch, works it around a moment, then returns to massaging her fully erect clit. “Ohhhhh…” she moans, “Ummmmm…” 

Opening her eyes fully, she sees me staring at her intently, with another hard-on. “C’mere”, she whispers lustily, “C’mere and fuck me.”

She turns the vibrator off, puts it on the bed beside her, and I move between her splayed-open legs. I rub my cock up and down her oily groove, getting it nice and wet. I’m in no hurry - I’m enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy lips rubbing along my cock, and feeling her clit throb when I touch it with the head of my dick.

“Fuck me,” she pleads. “Quit teasing me, and fuck me!”

I position my swollen cock at the entrance to her juicy pussy, and push. I slide right in, her slippery tunnel offering no resistance, and go balls deep in her. It’s hotter than a pizza oven, and the warmth of her simmering snatch is driving me wild. It’s not too tight, but not too loose either. 

“Ohhhh…” she moans. “Ohhhhh… its been so long…”

I slowly begin sliding my cock in and out of her well-lubricated snatch. It’s so hot and wet in there, I don’t want to leave. I just want to keep my cock buried in her hot pussy, and let it baste in her juices. I stop and feel her muscles squeeze my cock, rippling up and down the shaft. I move slowly in and out of her succulent twat, slowly, slowly…

“Ummmmm…” she purrs. “Keep doing that.”

I set up a nice slow, steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her smooth, slippery pussy. A good relaxing screw - that’s what Jennifer needs, and I’m going to give it to her. Her big titties jiggle back and forth a little as I bottom out in her hot, liquid snatch. I move my hand up, and feel the hardness of her nipple. I lean forward, and try to capture one of the nipples in my lips, but I can’t – I’m just not that limber anymore. I straighten up, and keep fucking her, in and out, in and out, feeling the velvety smoothness of her steamy pussy.

She looks at me with dreamy, half-open eyes. “Oh yeah, that’s so good.”

I say nothing, just smile at her, and keep stroking my dick in and out of her smoldering snatch. I keep sliding my turgid cock in and out of her, and watching her titties jiggle. I can feel the juice begin to run out of her twat and trickle down my ball sack. Her muscles keep throbbing and pulsing around my cock, and I continue to stroke in and out of her, in and out, in and out. I love the sensitive feeling, but my knees hurt and I need to get off them. 

I pull my cock out of her sopping-wet snatch, and flop down on the bed next to her. She looks at me oddly, but before she can say anything, I tell her “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. You get on top for awhile.”

“I’m too fat,” she says. “My belly’s too big.”

“No it’s not. Climb on up here.” I urge. “Besides, this way you can control the action and fuck me as hard as you want.”

It’s a crock of shit, but she seems to buy it. She rolls over onto her side, lifts her left leg, and slips up on top of me. I scoot back on the pillows a little, so my head and shoulders are supported, sliding her with me as I go. She raises her hips, grabs my cock at the base, and positions it at the entrance to her steamy snatch. The cool air felt good on my cock, and I can sense the heat radiating from her volcano. I feel the simmering wetness as she moves my prick into the entrance to her juicy pussy, and slowly impales herself on my cock.

“Ummmmm…” she mewls. “Ummmm…”

She begins to grind her pelvis on my cock, rocking her hips back and forth, making my prick move back and forth inside of her. The feeling of her hot, oily snatch is incredible, and the sight of two big titties swaying in front of my face just adds to the pleasurable sensations.

I place my hands on both her titties, and heft their impressive weight. I rub my hands over their bulk, and pull gently at the nipples. They both spring up, just begging to be suckled. “Why not?” I ask myself.

I open my mouth, and capture her left milk bud in my mouth. I begin licking at the nipple, and gently tugging on it with my lips. 

“Aaaaahhh…,” she moans. “Suck my titties.”

I run my tongue around her nipple, just the way she tongued my cock. Her hand slips around to the back of my head, and as she runs her fingers through my hair, she pulls me to her massive tit. “Oh yeah, just like that,” her voices quivers.

Suddenly, there’s an unexpected and delicious surprise. A stream of milk shoots to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down. I lick and suck her bullet-like teat, and I’m rewarded with more streams of warm mother’s milk. Jennifer keeps grinding her overheated cunt on my cock, and stroking my head. “That’s so good, so good,” she murmurs contentedly.

I figure the right titty is becoming jealous because I’m not paying it any attention, so I pull my mouth off of her luscious left tit, and move my head to begin to feast on the other full milk jug. As I pull my mouth off, a stream of warm milk shoots out of her teat and squirts the base of my neck. Jennifer opens her eyes to see why I’m not sucking on her titty anymore, and sees the trickle of milk running down my chest. “Ohmigawd,” she blushes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I was…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I reassure her. “I like it!” as I smile up at her.

Jennifer says nothing, but she’s stopped moving her snatch on my cock, and I can tell she’s embarrassed. “I figured you were lactating,” I say. “I’d have been surprised if you weren’t. That’s why your breasts hurt, they’re full of milk.” Jennifer doesn’t say anything, she just stares at me with those deep dark eyes.

I move my mouth over to the right titty, and begin sucking the nipple on it. It gets harder, and I expect a stream of milk any second. “Want me to stop?” I inquire as I pull my lips off her breast. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to - her body is doing all the talking. Her hand has found its way to the back of my head again, and I feel her press my face into her tit. I resume suckling, and I’m treated to another stream of warm, sweet milk. 

Jennifer begins sliding her cunt back and forth again, and I’m rewarded with a low moan, “Ummmmmm…” I continue to nurse at her right breast, until there’s no more milk in it. I switch back to the left titty, and suck on it. A few squirts of milk, then no more – I’ve drained her dry.

I lay back, and watch her hump herself on my cock. She’s a thing of beauty, a vision to behold. Her eyes are closed, her dark brown hair surrounds her face, and her jutting milk jugs are swinging lazily to and fro as she intently rocks back and forth. I rub my hands over her body, feeling the sensuous touch of her skin and the film of sweat she’s developed. I run my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and down to her legs. Up across her thighs to her opulent bush, up over her swollen belly to her swinging titties, and back down. As I move my hand across her thigh, I feel one of her hands touch mine. Gently she moves my hand to where our bodies are joined, and raises herself up a little. She slips my hand under her rock-hard clit, lowers herself back down, and resumes fucking me.

Immediately I understand what Jennifer wants. She’s been trying to make herself come by grinding her clit on me, and now she wants me to stimulate it while she fucks me. I open my index and middle fingers slightly, and feel her clit slide between them. As she strokes her clit against my fingers, I feel the oily wetness start to flow inside her furnace-like box. “Oh yeah, right there!” she moans. “Oooohhhhh…”

She rubs her clit against my fingers, and I flick the little button back and forth. “Ohhhhh yeeaaaahhh,” she sighs. “Unhhhhh…”

An idea flashes through my head. I feel around the bed, looking for her little toy. “Where is it?” I think. “She put it here somewhere…” I feel something hard, and I’ve found it. I hold it up behind her, and look at it. Simple enough, twist the base to turn it on, and the more you twist it, the faster it vibrates. Nothing to it.

I turn the base to the right a little, and feel it start to vibrate in my hand. I’ll bet she’ll like this little surprise I’ve got for her!

I pull my hand out, but before she can say anything, I’ve replaced it with the gently throbbing vibrator. It brushes her clit, and I hear her gasp for air. “Aaaaaaahhhhh…”

Like a woman possessed, Jennifer begins humping my cock and pushing her clit against the vibrator with a newfound intensity. Her whole body is concentrating on the sensation, and she’s biting her lip in pleasure. “Ummmmmm,” she moans. “Ummmmm…”

I decide to do like the chef on TV says, and ‘kick it up a notch.’ As I turn the base a little more to the right, I can feel the vibrations increase, and so can Jennifer.

“Ohhhhhhhgawwwwdd,” she wails. “Don’t stop, don’t stop! Ohhhh… please let me come, let me come!”

Her hips have taken on a life of their own. She’s moving her pussy against my cock so hard I’m wondering if she’s about to snap it off at the base. Her tits are swinging madly, and bouncing off of each other with a slapping sound that’s music to my ears.

“I’m gonna come, gonna come, I’m gonna come,” she cries, as she swings her head from side-to-side, making her long dark hair fly wildly. “Ohgawd, I’m coming! Ohhhhh…”

I feel her slippery pussy begin to spasm and pulse around my cock. Like a velvet vise, it squeezes my cock, clenching and unclenching. “Let’s see what this does,” I think.

I turn the base of the little vibrator all the way to the right – full power.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” A high-pitched squeal escapes her lips, followed by a gasp for air. Jennifer abruptly pitches forward and falls onto my chest, her head plopping onto the pillow beside me.

I pull my hand out, and the vibrator with it. I turn it off, and turn my head to the side to look at her face. Her hips have stopped moving, but her cunt is still spasming and pulsing around my deeply embedded cock. As I look at her face, the contractions in her silky snatch wane. Her eyes are open, but they have a glassy look to them.

“Hey,” I whisper, while stroking her long brown hair off of her cheek. “You alright?”

As I watch, her eyelids blink, once… twice… as she begins to focus and lose the glassy look. “Ohgawd,” she mumbles as a shiver courses through her body. “That was too much.”

“Didja like that?” I ask. “Feel any better?”

“Ohmigawd, that was great!” she wheezes as she slowly catches her breath.

“This old dog can still cut the mustard,” I think to myself. “At least with a little help.”

“Thank you,” she whispers as she softly kisses me on the cheek. “I needed that, its been a while.”

“You’re welcome.”

My cock twitches inside her, and she asks if I came.

“No, not yet.”

“I need a nap,” Jennifer dreamily says. “I guess I’m the one too pooped to pop!”

I move out from underneath of her, and let her lie on her stomach. Moving behind her, I slip my hand underneath her waist, and raise her hips up.

“Not in my ass, okay? Not while I’m pregnant.” 

“Okay.”

I gently slide my cock inside her still juicy twat, and begin to slip it in and out of her. She’s still half-awake, and I have to hold her up with one arm. I begin to slowly piston my cock in and out of her oily tunnel, enjoying the wonderful wetness of her hot pussy. I slide it out until the tip is almost out, and then slide it back in as far as I can. My balls swing back and forth with the motion, and slap up against her as I pump steadily away.

I lower her hips a little, and there’s that perfect feeling – I’m not touching anything but slippery cunt with my cock, and it feels great. A little more of this, and I might come again.

I concentrate on the feeling of my cock sliding back and forth in her luxurious pussy, and I feel the oily nectar begin to flow out of her snatch and over my balls. She gets wetter and wetter as I continue to pump her steamy snatch. I move my fingers down to her clit, and still continue to hold her hips up. I begin to diddle the swollen little button again, and feel her pussy contract around my cock as I play with her clit.

“Mmmmmm,” she says, pushing her twat back at me. “Where’s my thing?”

“Here,” I say, reaching for it on the bed. I turn it on slow again, and place it against her clit.

“Oh yeah,” she sighs. “Right there!”

I continue to pump my cock in and out of her juicy box, while massaging her swollen and hard clit with the vibrator. Slowly, we approach the peak. I can feel her pussy squeeze around my cock as I stroke her, and I feel the familiar tightness in my nuts as another orgasm approaches.

“Oh yeah!” I pant. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck me!” she moans. “Come in my pussy!”

I pick up the tempo for the last few strokes, slamming my prick into her hot, wet cunt. “Uuunnnnnnhhhh” she cries, as her snatch begins to contract and milk my cock.

I feel my own orgasm approach, and bellowing like a raging bull, I bury my cock as deep as I can in her. A jet of come rushes out of the head of my cock, followed by another. The feeling is so intense, it makes me light-headed, and I instinctively put my right arm out and grab hold of the cabinet to keep from toppling over on her.

When I put my arm out, I forget that it’s the one supporting her hips, and she collapses like a ragdoll. My dick slides out of her pussy as she does, and a stream of jizz shoots out of the tip, splattering over her pussy lips.

Another stream shoots out of the tip, and lands in her hair. Another gob lands on the Chinese fire-breathing dragon that she’s had tattooed on the small of her back. My cock slips between the cheeks of her butt, and the final spurts fill the crack of her butt with creamy white goo.

I fall back on my haunches, completely and totally satisfied. Jennifer lies there, legs spread apart, while my jizz slowly trickles down the crack of her butt, over her twat, and onto the bedspread.

Suddenly, it’s very, very stuffy in here. I move forward, and open one of the vents. The cool, moist air flows over us, and I sit down beside Jennifer. “Thirsty?” I ask her. “I’ve got some orange juice in the fridge.”

“Yes, please. That’d be nice.”

I open the fridge, and grab two little bottles of OJ. I open one, and hand it to her. She sits up and takes a drink, while I open mine and take a drink. She takes another drink, and wordlessly hands me the bottle. I put it on the stand beside the bed, take another drink of mine, and lay down beside her.

She snuggles up next to me, and I feel her arm caress my chest. “You’re nice to me,” she says. “I wish I could be like this forever…” she falters.

“Ronny.”

“I’m sorry, I’m terrible with names. I wish I could find somebody as good to me as you, Ronny.”

She looks at me with those big dark eyes, and I wrap my arms around her, and pull her close to me. I just want to hold this beautiful, voluptuous, dark-chocolate haired beauty, and feel her body next to mine. The rain beats a staccato rhythm on the roof of the truck, the candle gives off a soft, flickering light, and I am so happy it hurts. So young, so beautiful, so… so… everything a man could want in a lover. I kiss her forehead, and she snuggles closer. I wonder if maybe I should be honest with her, maybe tell her the truth, maybe…

“BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP” “BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP”

“Shit!” she says as she grabs for her purse. She looks at the caller ID, flips the phone open and says “What?”

A hear a male voice on the other end, but I still can’t make out what he’s saying. “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in a little bit.” “Why don’t you go to the store?” “Whattya mean the car won’t…” “…but it’s raining!” “Okay, okay, I’ll go.” “I don’t want to argue, I’ll see you in a bit,” she says, hanging up the phone.

A dejected look appears on her pretty face, and she looks like she’s about to cry.

“Boyfriend again?”

“Yeah, he’s…” as her voice fades. “Look, could you do me a big favor? Could you give me a ride home? I live off of Broadway, just off of the loop. Please? I’d really appreciate it.”

“Sure. So you can go get treated like shit by him?” I ask.

“He loves me, he’s just a little difficult at times.”

“Right! He treats you badly because he loves you! Just think how he’d treat you if he didn’t care for you!”

“You don’t understand,” she says. “You just don’t understand.”

“No. I guess I don’t.”

I pour some water on a washcloth, hand it to her, and she begins to wipe the dried come off of her. I wipe the dragon off, and try to wipe it out of her hair.

“Gawd, we made a mess.”

She’s right. The bedspread looks like its had an orgy held on it. Wet spots and stains are all over it, and it’ll definitely need to be washed. We get dressed without saying anything, and she plops down in the passenger seat with her bottle of orange juice.

“Ready?” I say, as I release the air brakes and put the truck in gear. I head out of the truck stop, get on the interstate, and head toward the loop. I drive slowly, partly because of the rain, partly because I don’t want this evening to end.

We drive in silence for a bit, until I can’t stand it anymore.

“Look,” I say, “it’s none of my business, but…”

“But, here it comes,” she says cynically.

“But… if this guy isn’t making you happy, if he isn’t what you want out of life, you owe it to yourself to leave him, and find someone that will make you happy. And I don’t mean just me, there are a thousand, million guys who’d love to find someone as young, pretty, smart and sexy as you,” I tell her. “One thing I’ve learned is that life is too short to be unhappy, especially with someone who’s supposed to love you.”

Jennifer says nothing, but by the way she looks at me with those big mahogany eyes, I can tell my words struck a very raw nerve.