Suck it

Swallowing hard, Ethan leans forward, standing to crawl across the floor towards Layla and the goal. It only takes him a few seconds to reach her, but the journey feels much longer, his excitement warping his sense of time.

Soon he's only inches away from the mighty prick, settling in right in front of it. It almost seems to be pointed directly at him. Inviting him. Urging him.

Wasting not a second more, he goes for it, opening his mouth wide and taking her in.

"Hnnnn," Layla lets out a sharp gasp as Ethan forces the top half of her mighty prick into his mouth. "Good boy..."

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 do as his mistress commands him. 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, breathing sharply up above, seems to be enjoying herself. The way her cock throbs in Ethan's throat at least supports the notion. "That's it. You like sucking mommy's cock, don't you?"

Her words make Ethan quiver, his spine rattling. He tries to keep sucking her with the same gusto, but he can't seem to get back into the swing of things. **** slightly, he adjusts it in his mouth a few times, trying to approach it from a different angle.

"That's enough," Layla sighs, smacking her lips slightly. "Very good, but we'll see to getting you more practice."

Glancing up, Ethan eases back on the throbbing cock, not completely letting it fall from his mouth just yet. Layla is looking down at him, her intense gaze making him feel like he could melt away at any moment.

"Now..." Layla takes a deep breath, shaking out her long blonde hair. "I'm going to fuck you. Stand up."

The command reaches Ethan's ears, but his body doesn't respond. He tries to, genuinely, but he can't seem to do it. Struggling, he tries, but his legs wobble and give, any attempt to put weight on them resulting in instant failure. Worry sets in as he realizes how long he's taking, wondering what response Layla will have.

He doesn't have to wait long for it.

Pulling herself up, and her cock away from Ethan's mouth, Layla towers over her kneeling boy-toy. Reaching down, she grasps him under the arms, helping hoist him up with surprising power. "Aww," she shakes her head, "Feeling a little weak in the knees?" Before Ethan can respond, she turns and pushes him onto the bed, letting out a slightly cruel giggle.

"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."

Ethan wonders what her definition of gentle is, but can't find the nerve to ask. A slight pressure pushes on his hole, making him jump and quiver.

"Now lay back, relax," Layla licks her plush lips, her own anticipation showing. "And be sure to make lots of noise for me."

Taking a deep breath, Ethan doesn't think most of that is going to be a problem. But 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.

"Like it?" Layla's voice is thick, nearly as thick as her oversized cock "Theres more where that came from."

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. Worrying slightly, Ethan remembers what Layla said before about cumming out of turn. Straining, he tries to hold it in, but knows he's going to fail.

"It's okay," Layla gasps, her voice taking on an almost soft tone despite all her heaving. "Cum for me. Come for mommy."

Head spinning, that's all he needed to hear, although the slight bending of the rules does slightly bother him. Very, very slightly. 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 really, really needed that." She clears her throat, adjusting her tone. "I haven't been able to indulge like that in... a while."

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.