She gasped, "I'm cumming!" as his cock continued to pump blasts of hot semen into her womb. "I'm cumming!" she said. Her torso hunched forward, and she let out a strident shriek with each forceful thrust that he gave to his cock.

In spite of the fact that he had vented all of his pent-up frustrations upon her, he continued to be as unyielding . He withdrew his rock-solid cock and rolled off to the side of her as he did this since he did not want to squash her under his weight.

"Oh my gosh! That was fantastic, she said to him.

"Yeah, it was," was his response to my question.

When she looked down, she saw that his cock was still standing perfectly straight.

She laughed as she addressed the other person and remarked, "You don't seem to be done either."

"All right, if that's how you want it, I'll wrap this up. He informed her, "I don't want to be a hassle. I promise."

"Oh my! She went on top of him, put her leg over him, and then reinserted his cock inside her while saying, "Please be a nuisance."

And they started the second round...

When Christine's obnoxious alarm clock went off at fivein the morning, she was forced to open her eyes. It was high time that I go for a run.

After that, she became aware of Michael shifting in the bed near her. She recalled what had happened the night before. She can't remember how many times he fucked her last night; was it four or five? Once he got going, he couldn't stop eating and drinking. Both of them had clearly been harboring pent-up anger for many years, which they finally let out last night. When she remembered back to the night before, a grin broke out on her face.

Michael moved over to her side of the bed and made contact with her. She was being spooned by his midsection as it was forced firmly against her back. His cock, which was rigid and upright as one would expect, was pressing firmly on her back. His hand went all the way around her till it was resting on her left breast. She felt it tighten under his rolling fingers as his thumb and forefinger discovered her nipple. She resisted his advances.

She informed him that it was time for her to get out for a run.

"What's the matter, why don't you remain here?" he inquired while still groggy.

"All right, I suppose I could take a vacation day. "I have no idea who it was, but they kept me up till a ridiculous hour the night before," she stated.

He said something to the effect of, "Tell me who the jackass is, and I'll kick his ass for you," and then he laughed.

She made the suggestion that she may forego her morning run in favor of some other sort of cardiovascular exercise.

He moaned, "Hmm, that doesn't seem like fun either," as he considered the possibility.

She said, "Well, I just want you to know that doing cardio doesn't have to be a chore."

He inquired with a "Doesn't it?"

"No. "No, of course not," was her response.

She went on to say, "For instance, you might use that magnificently hard and enormous cock to get my heartrate up."

He turned her over onto her back by rolling her onto her shoulder as he kept his eyes on her the whole time.

"Do you really want me to make love to you once more? Following the events of last night, I was worried that I might damage the item. And it would absolutely shatter my weak, pathetic little heart,"

"Well, I do need to maintain my schoolgirl figure," you could say. She informed him about it. "Each act burns at least 150 calories, and at the pace we've been going, I've about burnt off the lunch that you prepared for me the night before," he said. "It's been a lot of fun!" However, I still have a couple ways to go."

She gave him a kind grin before continuing, "and you aren't even close to breaking it."

"I am pleased to hear that. As he moved into position between her knees, he informed her, "I wouldn't want to break it."

Clare was unable to get back asleep and woke up in the middle of the night. She had spent the evening with Porter, then returned home, undressed, put on a T-shirt over her pants, and gone to bed, where she had wept herself to sleep while sobbing bitter tears over her predicament. The fact that she was dating the quarterback of the high school team should have been the stuff of every girl's dreams. However, once they were alone with him in private, they had no notion what his personality was like.

Porter struck her as the most egotistical and self-centered guy she had ever encountered. In particular when they were in the bedroom together, the focus was all on him. Even though she offered herself to him every weekend, he never made the slightest effort to fulfill her needs in any way.

One of the issues was that he always come so quickly. During each of their sex, he would fuck her for a considerable amount of time, yet he always appeared to be able to bring himself off five or six times. The issue was that he had never been successful in giving her an orgasm, and the fact that he was aware of this did not seem to distress him in any way.

The other thing she knew about Porter, which she hadn't dared to mention with anybody, was that despite his stature and musculature, he had the tiniest dick she had ever seen. Despite being a high school quarterback, he looked like he was in his early 20s. When aroused, her best estimate was that it measured between two and three inches in length. Because she had read that using steroids may cause sex organs to develop abnormally, she couldn't help but be curious about him and even questioned him directly whether he had ever used them. He had denied it, but she didn't trust him.

The fact of the matter was that if they were in the same room together, he would merely constantly poke her with his ridiculously little cock. He didn't seem to care one bit that she wasn't having fun with it at all.

In addition to that, the fact that he was the quarterback for the team and was having a terrible season added insult to injury. After throwing four interceptions in the first half of yesterday night's game, it was extremely probable that he would be benched in favor of a sophomore who showed some sort of potential. He was on the edge of being benched, and after last night's game, it was very likely that he would be benched.

She was trying to figure out what to do as she laid there when she heard a piercing woman's scream coming from her mother's bedroom.

She sprang out of bed, worried about what may be going on, and quickly made her way to the door of her mother's bedroom.

She became aware, as she was in the corridor, that the entrance to Michael's room was wide open. And we couldn't find him inside. At the game, she had spotted them together at the halftime performance as she was on the field to perform with the drill team. She was curious as to whether or not Michael and her mother were engaging in "the crazy thing." At the game, they gave off the impression of being quite comfortable with one another.

She crept down the hallway and cautiously made her way to the door, where she positioned herself so that her ear was close to the door. She thought she recognized her mother in that voice. If it was her, she was crying out in either extreme pleasure or extreme anguish with short, quick shouts. She was uncertain about it.

She was at a loss for what to do, and in the end, she chose to sneakily open the door to her mother's room. Taking the door handle in her hand, she slowly slid it to the left while keeping a low profile in order to open the door. She eased the door open just enough to get a glimpse inside when the lock on the door became dislodged.

She was astounded by what she saw.

In the dim light, she was able to make out the outline of her mother lying in bed face down on her back. In between her legs was Michael. He was pinioning his hips in order to insert himself into and remove himself from her mother.

When Clare saw her mother at this exact moment, she had to hide an audible gasp.

As she looked on, she was taken aback to find her mother cavalierly wrapping her legs over Michael's protruding hips as she was watching. She used her strong legs to force Michael farther into her, hooking her ankles beneath his butt cheeks and used her leg muscles to draw him in. Clare saw her mother's hands slither down and grip Michael's butt cheeks. She then dug her nails into Michael's fragile skin with each stroke, figuratively bringing Michael's cock further and deeper into her own body.

Clare was taken aback as she stared in amazement as her mother let out muffled sobs with each thrust of Michael's cock inside her.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! She overheard her mother let out a shocked sigh.

"Quiet! She overheard Michael muttering something in response, "We'll wake Clare."

As Clare saw Michael put his cock in and out of her mother's crotch, she couldn't help but think, "If they only knew."

Clare watched Michael proceeded to strike her mother, who retaliated by arching her back and shaking her head violently from side to side. She couldn't help but wonder how large Michael's cock was. She was curious as to whether or not it was larger than Porter's.

During the time that Clare was watching Michael hit her mother's pussy with the hammer, she reached her hand down into her underwear and located her sensitive clit. As she watched Michael penetrate her mother, she started to gently massage it with her hands.

When her mother finally came up for breath after a long and drawn-out climax, she stared in shock as Michael lifted each of her legs in turn and put them over his shoulders. In preparation, her mother wrapped her arms around his neck and clasped her hands behind her back.

She stood there and watched as Michael drove his cock firmly and thoroughly into her mother with a rapid, sure, and lengthy stroke. Her mother jerked her head back and let out a loud sigh as he slipped his length inside her.

Her eyes had to adapt to the darkness, . Her mother's legs were pinned above her head. She was able to see the size of Michael's cock as it moved in and out of her mother's exposed pussy due to the fact that her mother's legs were out of the way. She was taken aback by how large it was, as she saw that it was easily twice or perhaps three times as large as the puny dick that Porter had.

Clare didn't stop rubbing her clit as she watched Michael pound away on her mother, who was wailing in pain.

"Oh fuck, Michael! I'm cumming again!" Clare was able to make out her mother's words as a breathy whisper through the door that was only partially opened. When Clare looked over, she noticed that her mother's back had arched and that her mother's arms were tightly gripping Michael's body as he moved his cock in and out of her pussy. Her mother gave a short, stifled sob with each of Michael's forceful thrusts, which caused her daughter to become more concerned. She watched her mother's augmented breasts bounce up and down, graphically indicating the power behind Michael's strong thrusts, and she heard their bodies slap together noisily with each thrust of his enormous cock inside her.

Clare felt her own orgasm swelling inside of her as she saw her mother cumming helplessly beneath Michael's relentless pounding. This fuelled the orgasm that Clare was experiencing. Leaning against the wall outside of her mother's bedroom doorway, she started to tremble as she entered an orgasmic state and bit her lower lip as she did so.

"What the hell, I'm going to cum again!" Michael's groaning could be heard.

Her mother leaned up close to him and said, "Cum inside me again, baby!"

Clare watched as Michael pushed his cock firmly into her mother until he buried it to the hilt inside her and let out a muffled groan. At this point, Clare's orgasm had subsided, and she was able to look through the doorway. When he finally stopped pushing, he was buried deep inside her mother.

She overheard her mother mutter something to the effect of "Oh, that is so sexy." "I get such a kick out of feeling you work your way inside of me."

Michael was struggling for air when she passed out and slumped on top of her mother. Clare went to her bedroom and went there in complete silence. After getting into her bed, she started stroking herself again, feeling excited by what she had just seen in her mother's bedroom.

Within a minute or two, she was deep in the throes of another incredible orgasm, and she kept her voice extremely low the whole time.

Christine awakened the next morning still feeling foggy from the previous night's events.

Michael was deep asleep on the other side of the bed, reveling in the post-coital high that he had just experienced.

In only one night, he had made up for the extended period of time that he had neglected his balls. She questioned whether or not he had the ability to even get it back up again. On the other hand, taking into account his insatiability, it is likely that she was squandering her time. She had a feeling Michael could pull it off at any time and any place. She was beginning to dive into this whole cougar thing...

She couldn't help but wonder why the door to her bedroom was left open the next morning. She definitely remembered it being shut when she ensconced herself in her room and cloistered herself there.

She was perplexed by the open door, but she didn't bother to ask Michael any questions about it. She most likely did not mention it to Clare, who would have been perplexed as to why her mother would check about the status of her door given that Clare frequently slept with her door wide open.

She continued this routine nightly for the next two weeks, playing dumb with Michael until Clare had gone to bed for the evening. Her curfew on school evenings was ten o'clock, and she never broke this rule under any circumstances.

Michael was a man of rituals and never deviated from his daily schedule. After making sure no one was following him or observing him, he would sneak silently into her bedroom just after ten in the morning. When he entered the room, he would immediately shut the door behind him, and then he would start taking off his clothing, leaving a trail of his naked body all the way to her bed. When he finally did get it to her bedroom, she was already nude and looking forward to his arrival.

Even though she woke up every morning feeling sluggish and bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, she wasn't grumbling or whining about it at all. Michael had almost completely taken up the responsibilities of preparing meals for her and Clare, producing delectable dishes for them each evening that they had relished. And in the previous two weeks, she hadn't gone on a single run at all.

During the last two weeks, Clare had to sit through bedtime and listen to her mother and Michael fuck night after night. Every night, as soon as she heard her mother's shouts of passion, she would stealthily make her way down the hall, crack open the door, and watch her mother and Michael fuck. She would always sneak back into bed while her mother and Michael were winding down for the night in order to masturbate in order to fulfill her own unsatisfied urges.

She had finally had enough of Porter and tossed him out of the house a few days earlier. She realized after witnessing Michael with her mother that she needed to find a partner who could fulfill her needs and she set out to do just that. Porter, with his pitiful little dick, was not going to be able to complete the task successfully.

She had been watching her mother and Michael for nearly a week when she found herself sitting at the breakfast table all by herself one morning. The door was opened by her mother.

"Good morning," her mother greeted them with a smile.

Clare said in a sour manner, "Yeah," as she shook her head.

Her mother questioned her by asking, "Baby, what's the matter?"

Clare said, "Oh, I just don't know."

Clare was honest when she said, "OK, I ended things with Porter a couple of days ago."

"Clare, what on earth happened? Her mother said to her, "I had the impression that the two of you were getting along well."

"Well, to be honest, it wasn't that terrible; yet, something did occur that had me thinking." Therefore, I broke up with him," Clare said to her mother.

Her mother questioned, "What on earth could have happened?"

Clare stated her opinion to her in a matter-of-fact manner, "I don't believe you want to know."

"How could you speak to me like that? We have never been unable to have a conversation on any topic. "

"Mom, I'll tell you. Clare cautioned her, "But you have to promise me that you won't flip out on me."

"All ok, certainly sweetie. You may confide in me about anything. I'll be good. "You can count on me," Christine assured her.

She started by saying, "When I got home late last Friday night, I saw that Michael wasn't sleeping in his room."

"In any case, I unlocked the door to your room because I heard noises coming from inside and I was concerned that you could be in danger. And I saw you both together with Michael. "

She proceeded by saying, "I'm sorry." "I just opened the door for you because I was concerned about what may have happened to you."

Christine just stood there and gazed at her in complete awe.