Dane pulled back, feeling his penis slip halfway from the woman's pussy, her labia hugging him as he paused, before he thrust back into her. Hannah gasped again, and let out a low moan. Dane smirked, knowing the sound would carry to the phone. With the arrogant confidence of a bully, he began thrusting into the woman, his hips slapping rhythmically against her thighs, her legs wrapped around his back. Hannah began to moan, her breasts jiggling gently under him as he penetrated her, feeling her wetness welcoming him. She reached up, wrapping her arms around him in a close embrace, the embrace of a lover...or of a mother. He stared into her eyes and she gazed back, mesmerized by his strength, his passion, his power.
"Oh my god," she breathed, "You're...you're so good..."
Her feet rose with every motion of his hips, her calves pressed to his back and her thighs holding firm to his waist. She gasped for breath as he drove himself into her again and again...a slow and measured pace as she struggled to accustom herself to his size. Her wet lips gripped his shaft with a vigorous hunger, eager to draw every drop of his manhood from within...but he had no intention of giving that prize to her yet. Hannah's body and heart were his, and Dane planned to take everything she had to offer and more, until she was utterly his own.
"Yeah, you like it?" he asked, his voice a low purr.
"I...I love...unhhh...love it!" she managed to respond, her voice a moan.
Dane brought his strong arms close to her sides, resting on his elbows as he stared into her sweet eyes. The kind and friendly woman who had met him at the door, the lonely and burdened mother who had long since stopped giving herself any desires, opened to him. Her legs held him close and her body rose and fell with his, not wanting him to pull away, wanting nothing but his presence inside her. He ran his fingers against her cheek, and she turned her face to them, letting him push them into her mouth to suck and lick. He kissed her cheek, his chest pressed to hers as his hips continued to rise, crest, and sink again...over and over. With each fall his throbbing member penetrated her warm body, slipping between her wet lips and plunging her secret place within. She moaned louder, her voice desperate and longing, more thrilled than she had been in years and yet not completely satisfied, knowing instinctively that this man had yet more to give to her, and she had everything to give to him.
Unknown to Hannah, her soft moans and whimpers carried clearly over the connection, giving the bullies and her son an unwitting vocal performance. The sound filled the car and filled Rodney's head beyond anything he had imagined. It was unlike anything he could ever have believed possible. The noises he heard were foreign, alien, incomprehensible...and yet unmistakably his mother's. Had she always been this way? Had she always been an eager, easy slut for the taking? Or had something about Dane, about that awful, arrogant, spiteful bully won her over like nothing else before? Rodney felt his stomach turn...he knew the answer. His mother had not been on a date in years, she had kept to herself and spent her time providing for him, and denied herself any outlet. It was his fault, he thought, his fault that his mother was submitting to his bully in this way. If only he would have told her about Dane...if only he could have stood up for himself against the cruelty of the bullies.
Dane's movements began to build in speed and force, the rising and subsiding tide of his hips becoming crashing waves. Hannah's legs trembled as her wet pussy was filled and filled and filled again, every thrust a new wave of pleasure pounding over her. They kissed and licked and bit each other's lips, until after a little while Hannah could no longer do anything at all except gasp and pant and stare, her eyes half-closed, up into the face of the man who was overwhelming her senses, overwhelming her body. He was very handsome, but so young. As young as her son, maybe a year older. Her son...where was Rodney? Would he be returning home soon? Would he find her this way, with her legs spread for his classmate? She shuddered, but the thought soon faded as the boy on top of her thrust into her, deep inside her, up into her depths. She did not even much care anymore what happened, if only this moment never had to end.
Her ankles slipped, her feet uncrossing as her legs fell to either side, her muscles numb and weak. Dane pushed himself upright onto his knees, still thrusting into her, and wrapped his arms underneath her knees, pushing her legs back and raising her feet. She hardly had the strength to lift her ankles up onto his shoulders, and then felt him lean forward again, pressing down on her, folding her small figure into a tight bundle, her feet suspended at either side of his face. He arranged himself further up above her, his bulging shaft turned down to plunge deeper and deeper inside her. He went faster, harder, a sweat building on his brow as he thrust with mechanical precision. He was a machine, too powerful and too perfect for her to have any chance of resistance. She was helpless beneath him, and could only reach up to hold his face in her hands, feeling the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. He stared into her eyes with a wild passion, and she felt afraid...frightened by his veracity and the swiftness by which he had reduced her to this mess of a woman, to a quivering girl.
Her arms fell back above her head, her eyes closing and her mouth opening wide as she moaned, her voice a high, clear singsong as she cried with each deep intrusion. Her legs shook, locked in place against his chest, and her thighs felt sore from the force of every thrust. She did not know how long it had been that she had lain beneath him. Ten minutes? An hour? An evening? Time didn't matter while he was inside her, only feeling him, taking him, giving in to him was important.
"You feel so fucking good," Dane murmured, his voice a husky rasp.
She responded with a long whimper, her throat incapable of forming words.
"You're so tight and wet, Hannah," he continued, "I could fuck you forever. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
The woman squirmed under him and nodded her head, vocalizing only more moans.
"Yeah?" Dane said, "I want you to say it. Tell me what you want, slut!"
"I...I..." she gasped, her voice a trembling whimper, "I want...you to fuck...anhhh! Fuck me forever!"
Dane laughed and drove himself into her with heightened vigor.
"You're mine, Hannah, you belong to me. Isn't that right?"
"Yesss!" she wailed, her toes curling as her feet bounced helplessly above his shoulders.
He leaned in closer to her, pushing her legs back, turning up her thighs to grant him deeper penetration. She moaned and whined with every breath, captivated by his cock, unable to consider any thought or emotion that did not begin and end with her utter submission to the young man who with every thrust of his hips filled her, dominating her body and mind and reducing her to the submissive she had always truly been.
Dane's arms around her felt warm and firm, his muscles keeping her in place beneath him, the place where she belonged. Her glittering eyes gazed up into his, searching them for every trace of lust and energy he had to offer, begging for his approval, for the approval of a boy less than half her age. She did not care, she had no power to care, she was all his and his alone. He was everything, he was too much, he was overwhelming her again...
"Oh-oh GOD!" Hannah screamed, throwing her arms around his shoulders, "I'm coming!"
Her last word was drowned in a cascading sigh, a deep gasp, and then a high, broken moan. Her aching legs shook, her back arching once again, this time pressing herself up against the body of the boy who had made her his own. They held each other in a tight embrace, feeling the energy course between them. Hannah's head seemed blurred with an electric charge, every muscle within her numb to any sense but her orgasm, the second of the afternoon she has shared with this man, given to him as trophy. He did not stop thrusting, but quickened his own pace, driving her further over the edge, the wetness of her pussy dripping from his shaft as she squirmed and flexed under his might. His wild strikes, the swift penetration of his penis, prolonged her climax, drawing wave after wave and moan after moan from her weakening body. She felt limp, unable to lift her arms or turn her head or do anything more than feel his hips press on her thighs with fearful force.
At last Dane started to buck more erratically, his hands clenching into fists, one tangled in her hair. He gasped, grunted, and stopped the savage thrusts, holding himself inside her. His shaft throbbed and swelled, and finally erupted, sending a flood of hot sperm deep within her. He thrust again, renewing the efforts as she felt rope after rope entering her, filling her mature body with his invigorating youth. She gasped in shock, bewildered by his utter disregard for any boundaries, but then she had no boundaries, not any more. He had called her slut, and she knew he was right. She looked up at him, still gasping for air herself, and accepted his semen into her without question. He drew his arms from behind her legs, letting her feet fall to his sides, her thighs still spread wide.
