Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  “Ready so soon for another round of spanks.” He whispered, soothingly.

  “If those were spanks, I’ve had harder muffins for tea.” She sneered. “Come on, old timer; show this spunky city gal what you old cow milking country bumpkins are all about.”

  “Hell, yeah.’ Hartford growled, cracking his hand across her aching rump again and again. “We are all about this… and this.”

  “Ohhh, yeah!’ She moaned. “More, spank me harder… oh, this is so good.”

  Hartford felt the heat rising between his ears. He roared and began spanking her with both his hands, one after the other until he was playing a rhythm on her red streaked rump. She shivered against him, the pain more like a pleasure, and the excitement of being punished by an older man filling her senses more than anything else.

  “You like that, you little minx…” He sneered. “No, you love that… you’re all wet and ready to gush all over the place, aren’t you.”

  “Yes, yes… make me cum again.” She moaned, grabbing his legs, feeling up the hard muscularity under his coarse trousers. “Spank me, oh, spank me silly.”

  “Oh, I’ll do more than that this time.” He groaned, his blood boiling.

  She felt an obtrusive hardness push up against her belly. It was his rising organ; he was getting turned by this too. She wanted to reach down and feel his arousal, but he pressed her down, spanking her on and on. She heard his breath come in gasps, knowing that he could take her at any moment. The thought excited her and she arched her back, screaming out to him to take her.

  “Come on, old man.” She taunted him. “Do you have it in you to make a young woman come alive… can you take me all night long?”

  “Hell, yeah.” He bellowed, rising up with her. “Let’s get this done with.”

  He ran up the stairs with her in his powerful arms, holding her close. She looked down at the huge bulge in his pants and felt a chill in her belly. If he was as big as he seemed, she knew she was in for a night of wild riding.

  Once in the bedroom, Hartford threw her on the bed and ripped off his clothes. He stood before her naked and breathing heavily. Her wide eyes roamed all over him, taking pleasure in the denseness of his muscular shoulders and arms, his deep hairy chest, tight midriff and tree trunk like thighs. She sucked in her breath at the foot long throbbing organ that stuck out from between his legs. It surged for her; the sight of its angry, red hardness filled her with dread and desire all at once.

  “Can you handle this… this old man’s lust for you?” His voice was throaty, almost a whispered rasp.

  “Of course I can, I mean, I’ve never… but…” The need to reach out for the throbbing erection overwhelmed her. She stared right at it intensely, her mouth working at odd angles. “Yes, Old Man... I want to… I have to suck your cock.”

  “Then what’re you waiting for, get down and do it.” His grin was from ear to ear.

  Amy Sue knelt down between his massive legs and delicately traced her hands over the rugged hardness of his thick thighs, stroking the dense blocks of muscle. She stopped at the foundation of his erect organ. The slim fingers of her right hand tenderly wrapping around the thick hose, she played with his big hairy balls with her left hand. She leaned forward, her small breasts freely swinging, and took his hard cock into her moist mouth. The hard and tough thing felt good in her mouth. She licked him all over, hearing him groan in encouragement. The musky odor of his organ made her pussy throb even more intensely. The smooth silkiness of his cockhead against her lips heightened her senses and an insatiable urge filled her. She closed her eyes and pushed more of his swollen member into her mouth.

  He grunted hard, exciting her. She felt in control now with him at her mercy. She was euphoric, her belly clenched and the throb between her thighs increased. She went down further, taking more of his hardened organ into her mouth, stroking the length and his hairy balls with her slender fingers. She dribbled all over the foot long pole, making the intrusion easier on her. He grunted and groaned in pleasure, assuring that she was giving him a really good time.

  “Oh, Amy Sue.” He gasped. “You’re one hell of a city bred harlot… keep going… keep on sucking me.”

  Incensed by his abrasive encouraging she intensified her attack on his straining cock, swallowing more of the hardened flesh, vigorously moving her head up and down, matching his frenzied thrusts. Her hands trembled and she held on to his throbbing erection with firm resolve to never let it ever go. Its granite hardness filled her with amazement. The bulging veins pulsing intensely against her firm grasp, she felt she was in love with his beautiful cock. She knew instinctively that this wonderful genetic marvel was meant to bring her pleasure, and she was desperate to have it all to herself.

  “Good Lord, A J.” Amy Sue wheezed, relinquishing his erect cock for a breath of air. “You are so unbelievably virile. I didn’t know an old man… could make me feel so… so fucking horny.”

  “You learn something new every day.” He grunted, pushing her head back down over his erection. “Why, until this morning I didn’t know spanking a grown woman would make my Willie go north of the border like hell was on its tail.”

  “Oh, A J, spank me again,” She moaned, as he grabbed a handful of her luxuriant blonde hair. “I’m such a bad slut…”

  “There’s time enough for that later, you little vixen.” Hartford groaned and dragged her up and threw her on the bed.

  Amy Sue sprawled out before him, her legs spread out wide, her hot and wet spread welcoming him to a feast. He knelt down over her, placing his pulsing erection over her quivering virgin opening, gently nudging the red hot head at the swollen lips.

  She sensed the heat of his gleaming cockhead as it probed her wetness. Hartford grabbed her curvy hips and roughly impaled her on his thick manhood. The cattle baron’s foot long cock felt like a searing spear plowing its way in. The pain made her scream; she dug her nails into his back and shoulders spewing abuse at him.

  “Oh, Fuck… you old fart… you’re so big.” She wailed, thrusting her hips upward against him. “You’re killing me… you fucking wife beater.”

  He laughed sardonically, pushing even more of his erection into her. Her knees and elbows trembled as he filled her up. The pulsing throb of his thickness inside made her belly churn and set her pussy on fire. His rough fingers clawed into her hips, pinching hard and making her wince, but the pain added to the pleasure building up inside her. His rock hard cock was all the way in and his huge hairy balls slapped against her plush ass. She felt the pain going down; replaced by a pleasure she had never even dreamed of.

  “Oh, shit… it’s so good, A J, you’re so fucking good.” Her lust laden voice echoed around the bedroom.

  She wriggled her hips under his massive bulk, feeling his cock stretch her even more. She threw her arms around his thick bull neck, kissing him passionately on the lips. He returned her kiss savagely, biting her full lips, bringing tears to her eyes. The tender pain of his love bites turned her on further, adding fuel to her lust.

  He cupped her smallish breasts roughly, squeezing down hard. She gasped, her body stiffening as his fingers tweaked her hard puffy nipples, sending electric sparks all though her. She reached lower, raking across his dense back and dug her nails savagely into his granite hard buttocks. His cock throbbed harder inside her; she felt it get thicker and stretch her even more. She could feel the heat rising as Hartford began to move his cock back and forth inside her slippery tunnel, making her shiver and feel hot at the same time.

  Hartford reached under and grabbed her neck along with a fistful of her golden hair; his hips continued to grind against her. His hard fingers dug into her slender neck, wrapped in her hair. She realized that she had begun to enjoy the dominating role he was playing. She suddenly felt like she wanted to be dominated, by a man of strength and vigor, a man who knew what he wanted and stopped at nothing to get all he wanted, with no compromises.

  “Oh, A J, please, I am your little slave.” She whi
mpered. “Punish me; fuck me till I can’t move anymore.”

  “Fuck, yeah, you little slut.” She heard him grunt and his rough palm smacked her across her soft breasts.

  It stung hard and she let her tears flow, she knew that turned him on. She discovered, much to her surprise, that she was really getting into being disciplined. A man who could make her feel vulnerable and yet loved at the same time was what she felt she needed. She arched her back, thrusting up her breasts at him invitingly, begging him for more.

  “Oh, Lord… this is so good, cow man…” She cried out. “Punish me, daddy… slap me silly.”

  “Hell, yeah, you city slicking whore.” He groaned, slamming down on her with increasing power. “I’ll slap and spank all that arrogant spunk out of you… and the more you misbehave, the more you’re going to get what’s coming.”

  “Oh, fuck… are you tossing me a dare?” She laughed; throwing her shapely legs around his waist, feeling his thickness swell even more inside. “I do love a good dare.”

  “Don’t we all know that?” His gasped, laughing. “We all… know that… Amy Sue.”

  She sensed his breath shorten rapidly; working up into an intense orgasm. An exhilarating rush went through her body; the thought of him going to orgasm inside her excited her like never before. She couldn’t wait to feel his throbbing cock burst out its seeds of life into her. Bucking her hips upward, encouraging his downward strokes, she met his intensity with equal fervor. Amy Sue could feel her own orgasm building up into a crescendo. The tempo of his rapid strokes and his huge balls slapping her smarting welt scarred ass became too extreme for her to bear. Her trembling body begged for pleasure, its frenetic arousal drowned her mind with chaos. All she could think of was his thick impaling cock gliding in and out of her.

  Hartford grunted loudly and pushed in deeper. He stopped abruptly, holding position over her, pressing his pelvis down hard. She gasped as his cock came even more alive inside her, swelling and disgorging its hot, erupting mix of semen and sperm. He wore a look of contorted pain on his rugged face, as if his life was being sucked out of him. She hugged his neck tightly, kissing him deeply on the mouth, tasting the tobacco in his breath.

  Suddenly Amy Sue’s bright blue eyes widened, Hartford’s powerful release splashing deep inside her triggered her own shower of climax, all over the warmth and vigor of his ejaculation. Her body shuddered under him as she came over his erupting erection, moaning and sobbing into his thick neck. Their orgasms combined, consummating their union as man and wife. Her soft moans of satisfaction chorused with his ragged groans as the large man rolled off her and lay on his back, his massive chest heaving as much as her tender bosom.

  After a few minutes, he abruptly stood up and pulled on his trousers and shirt. She lay there, naked and covered in perspiration, watching him with glazed eyes. He found his hat and placed it on his head before walking out of the bedroom.

  When she felt her strength returning she slipped on her night clothes and gingerly walked down the stairs to find him sitting by the fire, stroking the large wolf’s head as it lay by his feet.

  “That’s it; you just pull up your pants and walk away.” She addressed him with a sneer. “No love talk, no after cuddles?”

  “You still have to earn that, Missy.” He drawled lazily.

  “Oh, really, so what now… you keep roughing me up every night.” She asked with a hint of eager excitement.

  “No, not for a while now.” He shook his head as the large wolf looked up and cocked its furry head at her, its ears erect and sharp. “We’ll go the love and cuddles way you’re looking for from now on.”

  “But why?” She protested. “I like the rough stuff too.”

  “Not while you’re carrying my child.” He leaned back on the chair.

  “What?” She froze in mid-step.

  “Yes.” He nodded, smiling warmly at her for the first time.

  “How on God’s Earth can you tell that?” She eyed him in disbelief.

  “I can’t, but Bruno can… inspiring senses some animals have.”

  Story 26

  She walked in behind me, shutting the door after she had entered. I heard it lock. The busty woman then performed the sensuous ‘key swallowing’ gesture, and gave me a naughty smile – which suggested she would rather be putting something else entirely down her throat… And even though I was nervous and unsure, just a shy a virgin trapped in a room with this sexpot of a mother, I couldn’t help but wonder what she had in mind. I only knew there was something in my pants that I was dying to give the girl. And when her eyes darted down, pausing on my groin, her intent was made all the more obvious as that smile upon her face grew wider… much as something else of mine did.

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  My mom had always been good friends with Mrs. Goodbum, our next door neighbor for the last few years or so. She lived right across the street, so I guess technically that makes her my across the road neighbor. But anyway, Mrs. Goodbum is the mother who lives nearby. I found her quite pretty. She had a ‘plain Jane’ appeal to her. Nothing which seemed overt or forced. No skimpy outfits while out washing her car and such things – although, there have been a few times where she was dressed in some revealing clothes, all of which appeared innocent enough. Those were the only moments where I got a decent look at her body. You could definitely tell the woman was packing some heat. Some things you just can’t hide… Like those beautiful boobs, ripe for the taking.

  I think she might even be where the term MILF derived from. A very reserved, almost prudish manner to her it seemed. But the physique and the way she carried herself was so spectacular, so breathtaking. She wasn’t the kind of girl you’d think was spreading her legs for anyone and everyone, no not at all. She was a selective breeder I guess you’d say. Although, so far as I knew she had only been with her husband – at least in all the time I had known her. The woman wasn’t bringing home boy-toys at all hours of the night, anyway. It was just her, the husband, and her young son that lived in the house across the street.

  As I was saying, my mother and her had become friends basically from the moment she moved in. My mom is one of those ‘welcome you to the neighborhood’ types, and so when Mrs. Goodbum took up residence across the street, it was my mother’s duty to prepare some plate of welcome to the neighborhood cookies and rush over to deliver the tasty treats. And it was friendship from first knock, so to speak.

  The pair of them started doing everything together and having little social outings and day sessions, either at our house or over at hers. I much preferred the ones that took place in our home. It meant Mrs. Goodbum would be traipsing through the rooms, allowing me to look at her supple, lithe body and hear her mellifluous voice. A sweet, feminine tone made all the prettier by her resplendent white and straight teeth. That’s kind of what she looked like actually, like a woman on the toothpaste commercials. Just utterly perfect and clean and neat. Some spotless creature. She almost seemed to defy nature. You never think of anything being this wholesome and comely – at least not without a bit of airbrushing and cropping first.

  And yet, she appeared to pull it off. The woman of so many white picket fence fantasies. But in truth, my fantasies involving her were always a bit different than that. There was a post involved, although it didn’t belong to a fence… Raunchier. Dirtier. Filthier. Too bad the sweet temptress seemed to be anything but that. She was the kind of woman who would come over and cut out shopping coupons with my mother. They’d sit at the table, gossiping away about this and that, clipping little bra discounts and panty sales.

  Those were my favorite… They’d leave the papers on the table for a while afterward when the pair of them went to eat lunch at one of the nearby restaurants. And I’d walk into the kitchen, right up to where they put the coupons, and I’d look them over. I loved picturing what Mrs. Goodbum looked like in each article of clothing. The tight little yellow panties and push up bras. I bet her husband had a real good time on his hands mo
st nights! Such impeccable taste too! The underwear was mouthwatering. I just knew a woman with her body would have to look amazing in them… And my god, she did have the most wonderful boobs… The perfect size and shape you’d expect on a MILF. I often pondered if they were still full of milk or just naturally so engorged.

  Occasionally she’d wear a nice low-cut top. Those were my preferred days. And as luck would have it, these times were usually accompanied by a sexy pair of tiny shorts adorning her lower half. Mrs. Goodbum’s body was tight and young looking. Like a twenty something year old fitness model. Everything just so sculpted and toned. And to my horny virgin mind, it was exactly what everyone woman should look like. I held Mrs. Goodbum as the greatest example of physical perfection. She was gorgeous and tantalizing, equipped with the kind of smile which kept you thinking of her fine features for weeks on end (and even much longer in my case).

  That’s what I remembered about her, anyway. It had been a number of months since I last visited home. College kept me busy, no doubt! But it was the thought of seeing Mrs. Goodbum again which made my decision to return home for the summer an easy one. I had missed seeing those large, inviting breasts and her lean legs.