Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2021 14:29:36 -0500
From: Dirty OldMan <dirtyoldmanwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Seduced by Snake - Chapter One

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and
activity occurring in this story only exist in the writer's mind and on the
pages he writes.

This is an interesting story for me, a Gay male writing from the
perspective of a woman, something I've never attempted before. The seed for
this story sprouted after reading another, similar story on here, about a
woman who `fell for' a much younger man. That story stayed in my mind for
several weeks and then one day this story popped into my head and, if you
are a writer you'll understand, I knew it would remain running around in my
mind until I sat down and started to type it out.

The first few chapters will be focused on straight sex, although with
strong gay/bi undertones, although there will be bisexual activity coming
around Chapter Four or Five...

I'm always willing and love to hear from readers, so please feel free to
send me a note at - DirtyOldManWriter@gmail.com - I promise to reply to all
emails I receive!!

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it is always needed and highly appreciated!!! Now on with the tale....

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Seduced by Snake; or, Tales of A MILF's Uncontrolled Lust

Chapter One - How It All Began

I can't explain what happened. There was no rhyme or reason. I was horny, I
saw him and that was that. Something inside me clicked and I just had to
have him. I didn't even consider the ramifications of my actions. None of
them. My only excuse is that I'd let myself go for so long without any sort
of intimacy or pleasure in my life and seeing that young stud with the
brilliant green eyes was the straw that broke the camel's back. The dam
broke and once the flood-waters began to flow, there was no stopping it.

I would eventually learn that his given name was Jonathan Chauncey Smith,
but everyone just called him `Snake,' and it wasn't too long after I met
the kid that I discovered where that nickname had come from. I'd been out
and about after dropping my kids off at school, running errands and doing a
bit of shopping, when I stopped into a liquor store to pick up a bottle of
wine. Now this store wasn't in the best part of town and there were a bunch
of young men, most of them still in their teens, hanging out in the parking
lot as I drove in. They were, as I've heard a friend or two of mine have
referred to them, street-rats. They were feckless ruffians and no-good
hoods. I was fairly sure none of them had a job, otherwise they wouldn't be
hanging out in a liquor store parking lot in the .

Sitting in my car as I dug through my purse for a mint - at least that's
the reason I came up with to sit there a moment - as scanned the group of
greasy-looking young men. There were maybe a dozen of them standing around,
each one looking dirtier and more delinquent than the next, their cockiness
and bravado on full display, when my eyes locked with one guy in
particular. His eyes were bright green, a lighter shade from emerald-green,
but not as light as mint-green. He wasn't the biggest guy in the group, nor
was he the best looking - if any of the young degenerates could actually be
called attractive - but there was something about him, he seemed to ooze
confidence and dominance, which I'd only ever seen before in bigger,
stronger or much more successful men. I felt like I'd been hypnotized by
his expressive eyes and his roguish grin, and couldn't bring myself to
break our eye contact.  Like I said before, at that moment something inside
me clicked and I knew I had to have him.

He wasn't the biggest guy there, maybe standing five-seven or five-eight
and it didn't look like he'd tip the scales at any more than 150 pounds or
so. He had mousy-brown hair that was badly in need of a trim. His face
wasn't ugly, nor was it overly attractive, but for some reason the dark
shadow of peach-fuzz between his lips and nose and the bit of straggly
growth on his chin where one day he might actually be able to grow a beard,
was actually making me hot.

I found the tin of mints in my purse and, keeping my eyes on the rough
young man, I pulled one out and, not believing my moxie, put on a
sententious display with my lips and tongue, as I put the mint into my
mouth. The street-rat's grin became bigger and even more cocky, his deep
green eyes sparkled. Then a movement from one of his hands pulled my eyes
away from his and, as blatant as could be, that hand moved between his legs
and he gave the bulge in the front of his torn and tattered jeans a firm
grope. My eyes returned to his and the grin on his face had become even
more mischievous.

As I finally got out of my car, giving the young stud one more quick glance
as I headed into the store, I realized that my pussy was soaking wet and
dripping into my panties. Even though I knew exactly what bottle of wine I
wanted, I spent a bit of time browsing their selection to give me a bit of
time to try and think of a way to meet the young hoodlum. I mean, I
couldn't just walk up to him and ask him to fuck me, which was my ultimate
goal, so I had to come up with some ploy to get what I wanted. What
possible excuse could I, a thirty-four year old divorced woman with two
teen aged kids, come up with to bring the kid home with me, without simply
coming out and admitting that I was desperately horny and needed to get
laid. I'll admit it wasn't the most original idea, but once I had my plan
in mind, I grabbed the wine, paid for it and walked back out into the
parking lot.

The guys were still there and every single one of them turned to look at me
when I came out of the store. Judging by their smug expressions, I just
assumed that they'd been talking about me while I was inside. I took a deep
breath and mustered my courage and, focusing my eyes directly on my target
and with an exaggerated sway to my hips as I approached the group.

"Hey y'all," I said to the group as a whole, "I was hoping maybe one of you
could help me out." I kept my eyes trained on the guy I wanted, hoping he
would understand that I was really only talking to him, "I've got a project
going at home and there are a bunch of boxes that I need moved," I paused a
moment, feeling the one guy's dark eyes boring into me, and popped my
tongue out just a touch and wet my lips with it, "but they're just too big
and heavy for me to lift myself. So maybe one of you big, strong men would
be willing to give me a hand." My target's grin brightened and became even
more cocky-looking, before I quickly added, "I'll pay you, how about ten
dollars an hour?"

One of the younger boys spoke up and said, "There you go, Snake," he let
out a laugh and then continued, "you was just saying you needed twenty
dollars to get a bag of weed..."

My target, Snake, shot a glare to the younger kid then looked back to
me. "I can prob'ly help you out," he said, his eyes moving up and down my
body and his grin becoming more mischievous and then our eyes met again,
"Sure, why not," he said, standing up a bit straighter, "Not like I got
anything better to do and a bit of green in my pocket won' hurt."

The instant he got into the passenger seat of my car and shut the door, I
was overpowered by the smell of his body odor. It was a bitter, rank scent
and yet, for reasons I'm still unable to explain, the young stud's potent,
masculine stink made my pussy get even wetter than it already was.

To get a conversation going, I asked him why they called him Snake. He
chuckled and said, "Maybe once we get back to your place, I'll show ya."
When I told him my name he just looked at me with that shit-eating grin
still plastered to his face and he said, "That don't fit ya right..." He
looked at me intently and then inhaled deeply through his nose. "I think
I'm just gonna call you Rose, because you smell so sweet." I glanced to him
with a grin, wondering if based upon his reasoning, that I should call him
`Putrid,' or `Sweaty' something along those lines.

He peppered me with questions on the fifteen minute trip back to my
house. In responding, I told him that I was 35, with two kids, a thirteen
year old son and sixteen year old daughter. That I'd been married right out
of high school, only a few months before I turned nineteen, and was
divorced five years later. That I worked as a proofreader for several
crafting magazines, which allowed me to set my own schedule and was perfect
when my kids were younger.

Just as I was turning onto my street, Snake asked me, "So, you really got
boxes you need moved, or is there something else you want from me?"

I'm sure my face went as bright red as it possibly could and I wasn't sure
how to respond. Thankfully Snake just chuckled and said, "Yeah, that's what
I thought," and he reached down to the now obscene bulge in his faded jeans
and groped himself.

Now, I've got to give the kid credit for being ballsy... I pulled the car
into the garage and quickly shut the big door - I didn't want the neighbors
seeing me bring this street-rat into my house - and before I'd gotten out
of the car, Snake grabbed my right arm and shoved my hand into his
crotch. "That's what you really want, ain't it?" he said as I gave the big
lump I found there a squeeze. I still didn't respond to him, but he just
chuckled and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought." And then, still holding
my arm, he pulled me toward him and planted his lips on mine and, a second
later his tongue was digging into my mouth. I could taste cigarette smoke
and maybe the slight taste of beer in his kiss, and for whatever reason a
rush of heat coursed through my body and I felt my pussy become even more
wet.

We made-out in my car for a bit, him holding my hand against the front of
his worn jeans where I kneaded and fondled his bulge, and after a moment,
his other hand reached over to grab one of my boobs. "Damn," he said after
breaking our kiss, "For a classy lady, you sure are a slut, ain't you?"
Again, I didn't respond, but I did give his package a firm squeeze and then
pulled away to get out of the car.

"Nice place," he said as we entered the house, "You must be loaded."

I admitted that my ex-husband had paid for most of it, and was about to
offer Snake a drink or something, when he grabbed me and once again
plastered his lips to mine, and this time his tongue went directly into my
mouth and one of his hands to my boobs and, I swear I couldn't help it, but
I began to moan into the kid's kiss. In response, he groped my boobs more
fervently. Fuck! Could my pussy get any wetter...

Then he reached between my legs, his thumb right up front and I could feel
it mashing against the most sensitive spot down there, the rest of his
fingers curling below, over my slit. I moaned into his mouth and pushed my
hips into his hand.

He didn't take his mouth from mine, and although his words were a bit
mumbled he said, "You're such a hot, fucking slut," and he gave my crotch
another squeeze. I moaned into his mouth again. "You ain't gonna be able to
walk right for a week after I'm done with you."

I moaned again... being fucked so thoroughly that I'd be walking bowlegged
for a week was exactly what I needed. In a moment of clarity I glanced at
the time. It was just past noon. My kids would be home from school between
four-thirty and five o'clock, so we had a good four hours before I needed
to worry about getting the street-rat out of my house.

As he explored my mouth with his tongue and his hand remained firmly
clamped at the front of my pants, I reached between his legs and groped his
crotch. The bulge there was huge, especially in comparison to Snake's
relatively small stature, and I couldn't exactly figure out what I was
touching, the base of his shaft, the end of it, or it could have even been
his balls that I felt under my hand, but whatever it was exactly, just
knowing that it was all there for me made my already soaking-wet pussy gush
even more.

I couldn't take it another minute. I had to have him on me, in me, filling
me with his masculinity. I pulled my face off his just for a second and,
with the hand that wasn't groping the kid's crotch, I pointed toward the
staircase and somehow managed to speak the word, "Bedroom."

What happened next should maybe have been a red-flag, as it was the first
of Snake's actions that could have been seen as violent. But at the time,
in the intensely lustful state of mind I was in, when the boy pulled away
from me and grabbed me by a big lock of hair at the top of my head, and
then stomped off in the direction I'd indicated yanking me along behind
him, the only thought I had was that I was finally going to get fucked.

I was bent over and all could see was the floor and our legs. I scrambled
to keep up with him, knowing that he wouldn't stop if I lost my footing and
would just keep pulling and drag me along the floor behind him. I nearly
lost it going up the stairs and he did stop a second and let me get my
balance, before continuing up. At the top of the staircase, he tugged me
into the first room he came to. My son's room.

"No!" I grunted, "Wrong room."

He obviously didn't care. He pulled my hair until I was standing straight
up, pulled my mouth to his, shoved his cigarette-tasting tongue into my
mouth and slapped his hand back between my legs, making me gasp in his
mouth. He only kissed me like that for a minute, then he broke the kiss and
threw me down on my son's bed. He was on top of me in an instant,
straddling my waist, his bulge right where his hand had just been pawing at
me and he immediately reached for my blouse, grabbing one side of it in
each hand and pulling hard. I heard the fabric ripping and buttons went
flying and felt the cool air on my bared torso, my bra still covering my
boobs.

That we were in my son's bedroom no longer mattered to me and the only
reminder of it, until Snake brought it up a while later, was the underlying
scent of his sheets and dirty clothes, that was able to sneak past the
potent body odor of the young guy who had scooted back to my thighs just a
bit, and was struggling to unbuckle the belt I was wearing. I looked into
his face and the confidence was not there, he looked frustrated and
uncertain. Well, I couldn't have that....

"I haven't been fucked in over seven years," I said softly, "and I've only
been with two other guys before now."

His fumbling stopped and he looked at me. His frustration and uncertainty
faded away and an expression of excitement and lust took over. His hands
moved off me and he grabbed the hem of his shirt and a second later he was
bare from the chest up. His torso was smooth, the only hair was in his
armpits, which had more hair in them than I expected, and tiny rings of
maybe a few dozen hairs around each nipple. He was skinny - to the point
that his ribs poked out and his shoulders were knobby. But what muscle he
did have was clearly outlined by his smooth skin, there wasn't an ounce of
fat on him. And when his shirt was gone, especially when his arms were
raised and his hairy pits were exposed, I got a full-blast nose-full of his
powerful body odor. There was no doubt in my mind that Snake didn't use
deodorant and I also suspected that he hadn't showered in a couple days.

To help him out, and not get him back to that frustrated state, I reached
down and unbuckled my belt and then snake took over and unbuttoned, then
unzipped my pants. One of his hands, and for some reason that was when I
realized that underneath his fingernails were black with grime, went inside
my pants and the kid grabbed my pussy through my panties.

"You're fucking hot!" he barked out as he gave my pussy a squeeze, "And so
fucking wet, too!" I felt him push at my my soaked hole through my
panties. I knew the thin layer of cotton did nothing to prevent the
moisture from oozing out of me and knew that his fingers had to be getting
wet. He poked and prodded and pawed at me down there for a while, before he
pulled his hand out of my pants and lifted it to his nose.

He inhaled deeply and I noticed the bulge in his pants throb. "Fuck!" he
barked, "That smells fucking incredible." Then he stuck out his tongue and
licked my wetness off his fingers. He let out a rumbling, "Mmmmmmm..." and
his bulge throbbed again. "I can't wait to get a taste directly from the
source," he growled, and then shoved his hand back into my pants, only this
time he went inside my panties and touched my pussy for the first time.

Just feeling someone else's hand there for the first time in way too long
made me groan and my entire body clenched tight. I'm sure that reaction,
the muscles of and around my pussy clenching tight with every other, caused
a gush of pussy-juices to flow out of me. Snake growled, his voice much
deeper than his smallish frame would suggest, and this time it was only the
muscles between my hips that clenched tight and I'm sure more juice gushed
out of me and he growled deeper and...

I couldn't believe it. I felt like a virgin teen again, being mauled by a
slightly older boy. I could feel my climax approaching as Snake pawed at
me, but I went over the edge the instant he shoved one of his grimy fingers
inside me. I cried out and spread my legs as best as I could for him, as
the spastic reaction of my `lady parts' washed over my body and took over
my entire being. My every thought, every action, everything revolved around
lust and sexual gratification.

Snake dug his finger deeper inside me as the intense orgasm erupted within
me. It wasn't the most powerful that I'd ever had, but it was definitely
within the top five. But it was just the first one I'd had so far today and
we'd just gotten started and, well, like an inexperienced teenage girl, I'd
gotten off from the boy slamming his finger into my pussy. Imagine what's
going to happen to when he eats me out, or shoves his cock into me!

The situation didn't go unnoticed by my young lover either. As he pulled
his finger out of my quivering quim, only to shove it back in adding a
second finger, he growled, "Such a fucking slut!" He dug his fingers in
deeper. "I barely started finger-fucking you and you're already laying
there soaking your undies, wiggling around and moaning like a bitch in
heat." Another rush of pure pleasure coursed through my body as he opened
me a bit wider and dug around inside me. I moaned louder and tried to
spread my legs wider, but my pants were restraining me from accomplishing
that. He chuckled and jammed his fingers deeper inside me. The whole time
telling me what a dirty slut I was and how much he was going to enjoy using
my body.

At one point, he reached up with his free hand and started to grope at my
boobs, through my bra. That made another wave of pleasure crash over
me. His response was to finger-fuck me a bit faster and deeper, and he
pinched my nipples, which were now hard as stone, a bit harder.

The next words he spoke nearly pushed me over the edge again. It had been
so long since anyone had made any sort of romantic gesture toward me, in
any form, so when he said, "You're such a beautiful and classy lady, and
such a dirty little slut, I can't wait to see you completely naked and
begging for my cock." His grin brightened just a bit and he added, "If
you're as good a fuck as I think you're gonna be, I just might decide to
make you my main-squeeze and keep you around a while."

It didn't take long for Snake to get his wish. He finger-fucked me only a
bit longer before he pulled his fingers out and, of course, they went right
to his nose and he took a deep sniff, the bulge in his pants throbbed
again, and then it throbbed again, a couple times, as he stuck each of
those two fingers he'd had inside me into his mouth and sucked my juices
off them. And then he jumped off me and grabbed the waist-band of my pants,
leaving my panties in place, and began to yank them off me. It took him a
moment, as he had to pull off my shoes to get my pants off, and as he did
that, I shrugged off my now destroyed blouse and reached back to unhook the
clasp of my bra, but didn't remove it.

So there I was, lying on my son's bed in a basic, white pair of cotton
panties and a basic, unhooked bra and Snake was standing at the foot of the
bed, shirtless and rubbing the obscene bulge in his stained and tattered
jeans, his eyes fixed on my body. "Take off your bra," he said softly, but
with no question in his tone that this was a command, not a request. I did
as told. "Damn, bitch! You got some nice titties for as old as you are!
Even better than I thought they'd be. Not so big that they'll be flopping
all over the place like a couple water-balloons, but not so small that I
won't be able get a nice grip on them when I'm fucking you." Yeah, I was
lucky. While they sagged a bit, I was thirty-five after all and had nursed
two babies with them, they still looked pretty good and I was proud of
them.

Then he told me to take off my panties, but not before pointing out how
soaked they were and reminding me about how much of a dirty slut I was. I
curled my body up, rocked back so my hips were off the mattress, and
started to push my panties off. I'd barely gotten them past my butt-cheeks
when Snake barked, "Stop!" Of course I did. I knew that both my butt-hole
and at least the lower part of my pussy was exposed to him.

"Fuck if that cunt don't look any different than a bitch's in heat, or a
mare's in season." with my legs pulled up to my chest and I had my eyes
closed besides, so I couldn't see him, but the sound of his voice was
getting closer. "So puffy and red..." I felt my face turning red, knowing
how engorged my `nether-lips' became, both in size and color, when I got
aroused. And I was so incredibly fucking aroused. I felt his weight on the
bed, down at the foot. "So fucking ready," he growled. His weight
shifted. My line of sight with him was still blocked by my curled-up body
and the cotton panties stretching across my thighs and yet for some reason,
I still kept my eyes closed.

I was inundated with musky smells, those of my son's dirty sheets and that
`teenaged boy' smell that most every healthy boy's room has, those of my
own perspiration and, a bit stronger, those of my overstimulated pussy, as
well as the strong, manly odor of the young stud's body, none of which did
anything to cool my lust. I could hear his deep breathing and feel him
moving at the foot of the bed, occasionally a deep, "Yeah..." or "Fuck..."
uttered under his heavy breaths.

When the finger entered me this time, I was a little more prepared for it
and while it didn't push me over the edge this time, it sure did a hell of
a lot toward getting me there. But it was still a bit of a shock as he gave
me no warning and showed no mercy, ramming it right inside me as deep as he
could get it in one go. He pulled that finger out and shoved another one in
me. Then when that one came out, he shoved both of them inside me
together. That nearly sent me over the edge again, but not quite. Nor was
it quite enough when he roughly added a third finger into my pussy.

"Such a sloppy fucking cunt!" he growled as he rammed his fingers in and
out of me. The wet, soggy slaps of his hand in my pussy rang out and I
don't think my pussy had ever been so wet. He went on for a bit, sometimes
digging deep inside me, sometimes wiggling his fingers around and exploring
my velvet cavern. Sometimes he would push his thumb against my clitoris,
which made me scream, and a couple times came so close to pushing me over
the edge. And as he did, he kept up a running commentary on how ready I was
to get fucked, how much of a slut I was, even for a "respectable high-class
lady," and on how much he was going to love using me in the future.

Then he says, "I think it's time for you to meet my namesake," and he
pulled his fingers out of me and his weight shifted on the mattress. I
probably could have craned my head around my bent legs to see him, but
something kept my eyes closed, allowing all my other senses to be
stimulated. I heard him sniff deeply and then the wet sounds of him licking
and sucking my pussy-juices off his fingers, then the weight shifted
again. I heard the soft clang of metal and knew he was undoing his
belt. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

Now I know how corny this sounds but I swear on my life that the kid's next
words were, "Come on out Snake," in a deep, sing-song voice, "Got a hot,
wet hole for you to slither into."  I heard him spit. A couple seconds
later I felt something touch my pussy and poke around a bit - as engorged
as I was, finding the right spot could be an issue - and when he found the
right spot, he only pushed in a bit. Then his weight shuffled, he was right
behind me - I could feel his belt-buckle swinging and tapping my
butt-cheek. Then, the tip of his finger still marking the spot, I felt
something else prodding me down there. It actually felt soft and squishy
and for a moment I was almost disappointed. But then the young stud began
to slip his snake into my wet, eager pussy.

Thankfully he didn't jam it right in as he'd done with his fingers. But as
I've said, he wasn't a big guy and his fingers were proportionate, and
after popping two kids out down there, despite the many years of recovery,
a finger or two was no problem. And at first, I didn't think Snake's snake
would be much of a problem either. Like I said, at first I thought it was
still soft and floppy, but then I was being filled with a solid heat,
clearly an erect cock. Only his time Snake entered me slowly and I began to
wonder if it might have been less torture for him to have just plunged it
in as he'd done with his fingers.

I could feel the muscles down there involuntarily twitching around the
stiff dick worming its way inside me, and Snake was groaning as he ever so
slowly crept forward. I figured he had an inch or two already in and
honestly his fingers felt better. My ex husband had a short, fat cock that
really stretched me open and the other guy I'd been with had been a bit
longer than my husband, so he got deeper inside me, although he was nowhere
as thick as my ex and I noticed not feeling as stretched. But with Snake, I
just wasn't feeling it. I mean, a cock was a cock and once he did get it
all in and started to really fuck me, I'm sure I'd love it, but as he slid
it in, agonizingly slow, as I said, his three fingers did more for me. I
just knew that the boy had a skinny, little dick and I was afraid that he
wouldn't satisfy me.

But you know that old saying, `Be careful what you ask for, you just might
get it,"? Well, I sure got it all right. Snake's snake kept slithering into
me, deeper and deeper, ever so slowly and I wanted more. I needed more. The
state of mind I was in at that moment, laying there on my son's bed and
naked except for my panties, which were pushed down to my thighs and there
was a guy there behind me, a guy I had known less than an hour, a guy I
knew nothing about - at that point I didn't even know his real name yet,
nor his age; hell, he could have been younger than my daughter and I
wouldn't have know, he wasn't, but by less than five years... anyway...

The kid slid his snake into me, deeper and deeper, and deeper... and even
deeper. About the time I was wondering if it was ever going to stop, he
said, "Only a few more inches to go." But maybe only an inch or so more got
in me before I felt it. He bottomed out. A feeling I knew, but had only
experienced with `toys.' I knew that every vagina was only so deep and,
while they could be stretched, neither guy I'd been fucked by had been long
enough to bottom out. And knowing the longer cock was just shy of six
inches - my ex-husband's barely reached five inches - I wondered just how
big the snake slithering up inside me was.

When he bottomed out, he kept pressing forward and the pressure trying to
stretch my pussy was something I'd only felt at my own hand and with a big
dildo or, when I was feeling really kinky, a cucumber or carrot.

When I was getting scared that he would rupture my insides, if he kept
pushing into me, he stopped. "Fuck, bitch! You took more of my cock than
any other girl I've nailed before," he said and then pulled back, just a
bit, and slowly pressed back in again. Not as slowly as before, but slow
enough that the impact at the back wall of my pussy, I suppose that is
where my cervix is, but feeling the head of his cock push against me so
deep inside sent a rush over my whole body. It wasn't an orgasmic rush,
though it wasn't far off. He did that a couple more times, pulling out a
bit and gently pressing back in deep, before his speed and the amount of
his cock that he was moving in and out of me increased.

I lay there basically curled up into a ball, on my back with my butt aimed
up and a `street-rat,' a guy I knew nothing about other than that he and
his gang hung out in the parking lot, who went by the name Snake was giving
me the first fuck I'd had in way too many years. And his cock was the first
that had ever been long enough to completely fill me up, and then
some. Hell, I didn't even know how much of the guy's snake I'd been unable
to take. I still hadn't seen it.

Faster and harder. He would pound against the back of my pussy, but not so
hard to cause any permanent damage. Although some of his thrusts, the
really deep ones, made me feel like I was getting punched in the gut, which
I suppose he was doing, and while it hurt, the who situation on a whole,
getting fucked by the anonymous young stud, his desire for me, his
confident, dominant ways, and, even, the words he said all together made up
for the gut-punches when he shoved in really deep.

Before long he grabbed me by the legs and yanked me up a bit, his cock
still buried inside me, and then re-positioned himself behind me. When he
shoved back inside me it was at a different angle and whatever he was
hitting inside me, while still having aspects of that gut-punch sensation,
there was also something good, something that had never been touched
before. And to this day I'm not sure what it was, but as Snake fucked me at
that angle I lost all control and became an orgasming mess, my entire body
on fire as the young stud used me. I was as wet as I'd ever been and the
wet sounds of his cock pounding in and out of me were combined with my
moans and his grunts. My whole body was having spasms around his cock and,
as the saying goes, being young and dumb and full of cum, it had an effect
on the boy.

The first thing I noticed was that the odor of his body became more
intense. And his thrusts seemed to have more intent as well. His grunts
were getting deeper and louder and then he slowed, pulling back some and
when he started putting it back in, he didn't go so deep that he bottomed
out. He was panting and sweating, I could even feel drops of his sweat
dripping down on the backs of my thighs and on my butt-cheeks. It was all
so much and I was flying so high, his gentle, shallow strokes into me a
welcome relief from the jackhammer pounding he'd just given me. Then with
five simple words, my young lover brought it all crashing down.

"Have you been fixed, or you on the pill?" and he did nudge his cock in
quite deep when he asked. My whole body turned to ice and for the first
time in however long it had been that I decided to bring a young stud home
with me, one possible consequence reared its ugly head.  He nudged his cock
in a bit deeper and said, almost growing now, "because I will not pull out,
never have and never will. I fill the hole I'm fucking, just as god
intended, and I'm getting ready to fill you." he nudged even harder pushing
himself deeper and brushing against whatever it was that made me feel
amazing, "so unless you want me to pull out now and fuck my load up your
ass, you better tell me right now because in a few seconds I'm gonna be
past the point that I can stop.'

With that, he shoved in deep and hard, pulled out only a tiny bit and
rammed in again. He fucked me like that, tiny little rabbit-jabs with no
more than an inch or two of movement, but being right there at the bottom
of my well, I felt each stab as though he'd been pile-driving me. No more
than ten seconds later he said, "Here it comes, slut!"

I wanted to yell, Stop! But at the same time I was feeling pleasure like I
never had before and, I was probably too old to get knocked-up anyway. I
mean, I still had my monthly periods every month, regular as clockwork my
whole life, but I was `past my prime,' as they say. Not that it mattered. I
said nothing and Snake continued fucking and several long and intense
seconds later he slammed in even deeper than he had before and let out a
howl. I let out a shriek and felt the dam burst. The first shockwave to
course through my body was strong, that was as Snake jammed his cock so
deep and then when I felt the first hot spurt shoot out of him, and yes, it
was so hot I could feel it inside me, but the second shockwave was so much
more powerful.

It was nothing I'd ever felt before. My entire being was wracked with a
mind-blowing combination of pain and pleasure, all centered in my belly,
and for the first time in my life as I came, I squirted. As the kid filled
me with his sperm, I gushed out my own fluids and could feel it dripping
down my belly. I was screaming and he was howling and I hoped none of the
neighbors were home. Thank god it was cool enough outside that the windows
were closed.

The kid pumped sever more shots of cum inside me and I squirted out a few
more shots of my own, before he slumped down on top of me, his
still-twitching cock still buried as deeply inside me as it could go, and
all curled up like I was and with the last vestiges of the body-wracking
orgasm still coursing through me, I started to have trouble breathing. For
the first time since I'd started to pull my panties down, which were still
stretched between my thigh, by the way, I opened my eyes.

Snake's face was right there and he had the biggest shit-eating-grin on it
that I'd ever seen. Only then did he speak, "That was the best fuck I ever
had," and he gave his cock a nudge inside me and it didn't `punch' as badly
and I figured it was probably going soft after he came. The other two guys
I'd been with always did. "And I know you liked it too, or you wouldn't
have squirted all over me." I didn't think it was possible, but his grin
got even bigger. "I ain't never been with a girl who squirted before. I'm
definitely not letting you get away."

He paused a moment and, as awkward as the situation was I blurted out,
"I've never squirted before, and," it was something that had rang through
the back of my mind after he mentioned it, but then my orgasm took over,
bbut for some reason I also admitted, "And I've never been fucked in the ass
either."

I swear his fucking grin got even bigger and his eyes sparkled, "Aw baby,
you're killing me. Best goddamned fuck I've ever had, and you're such a
fucking slut that the first time you squirt is all over my teenaged cock,
and you're going to let me pop your ass-cherry to boot. I'm definitely
making you my main bitch."

And that was how it all began. I was feeling horny, picked up a kid off the
street and brought him home to fuck me. Only, in many different shapes and
forms, he fucked me and he would continue to do so for quite a long time.