Grunting, Myriah humped the hugest of the seven dicks she regularly serviced. It required lube unless she was fully wet, but she'd had no trouble flooding this time.
She arched backward on her knees and exploded, body jerking, squawking meaningless sounds. Her teeth unclenched, and her neck relaxed an instant before the corded muscles cramped. She opened her eyes but saw only sparks. Her thighs shuddered uncontrollably but ceased crushing his hips. Used air exploded from her lungs, and she gulped fresh air to replace it.
His hands feverishly pulled at the fingers yanking his hair.
"Sorry," she gasped. "Did I hurt you?"
"S'okay," he moaned. "Hurry! Please! Fuck me!"
She did, lifting and dropping, squeezing his dick with muscles stretched almost to tearing by his girth. Her perky tits slapped his face while his hands kneaded her firm round butt.
He caught a pink nipple, then groaned, rolled to his left, and lay atop her without dismounting her saddle. His loins slapped her ass, making rapid wet popping sounds. She wiggled her butt to improve the insertion angle for herself, then exploded again while he spurted.
His limp slab of meat was still huge, and it lacked support to stay buried. It squished out, freeing a gush of semen that tickled as it trickled down her crack.
She tongued his ear. "Is everything forgiven?"
He rolled off, panting in exhaustion. "Yeah." He was snoring before she left for the kitchen.
Mom eyed the goo dribbling down her thighs and handed her a paper towel. "Well?"
"We're forgiven again," she said as she wiped. "Daddy won't cancel your American Express card."
© Russell Hoisington 2007