Her Cock

Ethan's eyes fix on the object of his desire: Layla's fat cock.

The mighty prick is standing firm inches away from it, pointing at an angle in just the right way to make it appear as if it's aimed right at him. Ethan stares at it, feeling his mouth suddenly begin to water, urges consuming him.

Then he goes for it.

Quickly, breaking free from Layla's grasp, Ethan drops down to his knees, bringing himself to eye level with Layla's third leg. He doesn't pause or hesitate. He knows if he does, he'll never work up the courage again. Before Layla can even register what's happening, Ethan opens wide and takes her.

"Wh-AHHH!" Layla jerks, sending her full-figured body bouncing, gasping as Ethan forces the top half of her mighty prick into his mouth. "E-Ethan!"

Ethan barely hears her, his head swimming. He gags slightly, having been a big ambitious. He'd never sucked a cock before, and while enthusiasm can get you far, it doesn't prepare you for working with a monster like this. Still, Ethan is still eager to try. Shifting the fat thing around in his mouth, he attempts to get to work.

Ethan was no stranger to blowjobs, or at least not a stranger to the other side of things. He worked his neck and shoulders, trying to mimic techniques witnessed before. His muscles, confused by the instructions, work well enough, but Ethan can tell they are not practiced for this sort of thing. And yet...

Ethan moans, despite his face being stuffed with cock. The feeling of it in his mouth and throat is sinfully depraved and intoxicating, urging him to try and get more of it in. But it's the taste that really makes him quiver. Something about it he can't put his finger on makes it the most savor thing he'd ever had in his mouth. Breathing sharply through his nose, he feels himself starting to melt. Sucking cock is hard work, but oh so worth it.

Layla, letting out endearing noises above, seems to be enjoying herself. The way her cock throbs in Ethan's throat at least supports the notion. "Hnnn, s-slow down..." she gasps, her words sultry.

Ethan does register her request, hearing her but not really understanding.

Two hands, clap on his shoulders, gripping him. "E-Ethan..." her hands push against him futilely. "You need to... Slow... Hnnnn." She quivers, the thought breaking.

Eyes glazed over, muscles burning, Ethan sucks on, pre oozing down his eager throat.

"E-ethan, Stop!"

A sudden spike of power forces Ethan off with an audible pop. Layla's taut arms hold him at bay, her fingers digging slightly into his shoulders. Wincing Ethan feels his head clear slightly, and he looks up at Layla's face. Cheeks flushed and panting, she's looking straight down and back at him with her rich blue eyes.

"If you kept that up..." she breaths in, breaking the sentence up to catch her breath. "I'd have cum. And if I cum now..." her expression changes, suddenly becoming something far more hungry. "I wouldn't be able to fuck you."

Ethan feels himself nearly collapses, only Layla's hands keeping him up. She shifts, pulling herself to her feet, and dragging Ethan up to his. She's not completely lifting him, Ethan's body regaining some strength, but she is doing most of the work. Turning, she pushes him down onto the bed, letting out a strange giggle as she does.

"Hmmm," she seizes Ethan's legs, pulling them apart and moving into the space between. "You been fucked before?"

Swallowing, Ethan can't find the words to speak, only just managing to {if Anal Virgin =false}nod his head.{else}shake his head no.{endif}

"I see..." Layla shifts forward, pressing the crown of her cock against Ethan's {if Anal Virgin =false}once claimed{else}virgin{endif} asshole. "With a cock like mine... I'd best be gentle."

Before Ethan can ask what exactly her definition of gentle is, he feels pressure against him, his body clenching.

"Shhhh, easy now, easy." Layla shushes him, her voice soft. "Just lay back and relax. I promise to take very good care of you."

Taking a deep breath, Ethan tries to do as she asks, but finds her request near impossible. How can he relax with a massive cock knocking at his backdoor, ready to fuck him?

The pressure returns, and Ethan tries not to clench. He lets out a sharp gasp, feeling his ass starting to open, and the space quickly being filled. A shudder rolls through his body as Layla's fat cock enters him, throbbing inside his tight hole. His ass fights against the invading prick, but it's severely outclassed, more of it slowly working its way in. Straining, Ethan's spine arches, his body reacting powerfully, despite the fact she's barely inside.

"Easy, easy," Layla's voice takes on a soothing tone, "You're doing amazing, Ethan."

Ethan doubts it, but it's nice to hear. Wincing, he feels more of her monster prick slide inside of him, Layla's fat cockhead driving deep. Her flag is well planted inside of him now, and the feeling makes Ethan's belly ache. But the sensation only lasts a moment before Layla pulls back slightly, leaving a small void where there was once meat.

Then she rolls her hips, plunging back in.

The sensation makes Ethan yelp, his muscles tensing and sending him into a spasm. She's even further in, her fat crown venturing in sinfully deep. Recovering, Ethan feels his muscles lax slightly, only for Layla to draw back once more before delivering another ass-breaking thrust.

A few thrusts later Layla settles into a steady pace, favoring power over speed. Even so, the **** of her cock ramming into Ethan is something he can handle, his backdoor not used to this sort of thing. He can feel himself loosening, quickly becoming more accommodating to Layla's throbbing manhood. Throaty moans escape his throat as the discomfort fades, being replaced almost completely with pure pleasure.

Hungry for more, Layla goes on the attack. Her breathing quickens, and so too does her pace. Pumping her hips, she fucks Ethan's quivering hole harder and faster, putting him to the test. Eyes heavy, Ethan looks up at the busty woman, soaking in her form.

Blonde hair is strewn around her face, her cheeks flushed a rosy red. Her mouth is open, the older woman panting, each breath coming hard. Nothing better proves this than the state of her chest. Her massive tits are heaving and bouncing, putting on a show Ethan never thought possible. He feels his cock ache, urging for release. While most of that is due to the cock in his ass, a good part is because of Layla's amazing tits. Despite everything, he is still a boob man.

The aching becomes harder, more ****. Whatever Layla is doing back there she is definitely hitting the right spot. Shivering, Ethan feels his groin tense, followed closely by all of his other muscles. Head spinning, he feels the pressure reach its breaking point, and lets out a deep belly groan.

He cums and cums hard. Harder than he has in a long time. His cock pumps thick white jism up into the air, with most of it landing on Ethan's sweat-coated belly. Ass spasming, it clenches tight to the cock inside of it, greedily holding on. Ethan's so lost in his own bliss he barely notices Layla's head fall back, and only faintly registers her groan.

An explosion goes off inside of him. A molten torrent that surges from Layla's fat crown up into his deepest recesses. The sensation makes Ethan gasp and shake, the feeling so overwhelming it almost overshadows his orgasm. Almost. Layla pumps him full for what seems like forever, although to Ethan that forever is a blissful one. Eventually, her balls empty, the panting blonde woman lets out a content sigh.

A few moments later, her cock starts to deflate, with Layla carefully extracting it. The sound it makes when it comes out makes Ethan wince, the slurping wetness of it not something his post-nut mind can handle. The thought it quickly dashed as Layla lies down, settling in very close to the cum covered, and filled, younger man.

"Hmmm," she purrs, her voice honey thick. "I needed that..."

Sighing, Ethan offers a little shrug, not really sure what to say to that. "Happy to help."

Chuckling, Layla rolls over slightly, her plush, smiling lips gleaming. "Happy to have you." She kisses him, pressing her sweat-warmed body against him.

Eyes fluttering, Ethan returns the kiss.