Consequences Ch. 06 - END

Seeing his MILF taking every inch of Johnathan Roberts as he pounded into her, was a great view, and he enjoyed this for some time, just steadily thrusting away while this gorgeous woman grunted and moaned under him. She was more than taking it; she was pushing back into him as well, and he enjoyed watching the impacts 'ripple' across her ass from his thrusting. But then, it was time to see HOW open she was to him.

Urging his MILF onto the bed, and moving in behind her again, Johnathan placed his knees outside Mckinsey's, but 'hooked' his feet inside hers to hold her legs. He was going to need that, because he pushed his now-slick dick down her crack...and nudged it against her anus. Feeling her stiffen, he moved one hand to her shoulder, the other to the flat of her back and said, "Come on, pet, you can do this. Exhale and push back...that's it, breathe..." And then, he began a firm, slow, steady push, ignoring her tensing and pleas.

Mckinsey half-figured this was coming, and she tried to obey her lover, but her butt was TIGHT. She had only tried this once before, and it was not with her current boyfriend. "Johnathan! -- Oooh! Please!" she said. But like an unyielding probe, the invader was moving into new territory. "AHHH!" she called out, because she felt the head 'pop' inside her. Mckinsey realized her eyes were tearing, when she called, "Wai-WAIT...! huff, huff...Ho-Hold on, Johnathan, let me adjust..." she cried. Mckinsey barely had time to catch her breath, when she felt the invader begin to move. "Oh SHIT!" she said aloud.

"S-Slow, Johnathan! S-Slow...Ahhh..." Mckinsey said. She was sure that she was a sight, because now her face was flushed, and pushed into the sheets. Mckinsey groaned, as she concentrated on her butt being able to accept her lover's admittedly thick cock, but after several minutes, Mckinsey began to experience an almost 'euphoria'. The only real pain was at the anus itself, but the feeling of this man being deep in bowels, was somehow powerfully erotic, and when, at her lover's urging, Mckinsey began to vigorously rub her clit, her moans became powerfully loud.

When his head first 'popped' in, the way it did made Johnathan surprised there wasn't a sound! Mckinsey Craft's anus was TIGHT-TIGHT-TIGHT, so much so, it was a bit painful for him too, but he'd never admit it. Actually, in the way her anus grabbed his dick, he wondered if his eyes weren't bugging out! He heard his gorgeous MILF cry out, and was sure other rooms had to know what they were doing, but he wasn't going to stop now. Once in, he had to go slowww, but the sight of his dick penetrating his MILF's anus was just incredible. 'Hold on man,' he told himself. 'Hold on.'

It took quite a bit, but very slowly, Mckinsey Craft's anus began to accommodate him, and he was able to move. Things really got going, though, when at his urging, she began to rub herself. It must have taken him ten minutes to get himself in most of the way, and able to start to stroke, but once Mckinsey got into it, her hips began matching her lover's. That sensation, combined with her pulsing anus, had him moaning equally loud, which told her an incredibly intense orgasm was rolling his way. Her lover was trying to hold on, but she knew for both it was a losing battle.

Mckinsey could feel the wave, as well, and it was also a big one. The feeling had gone from having her face stuffed in the sheets and nearly crying, to an incredible, euphoric wave. It was a combination of erotic pain, sex, her masturbation, submission... everything. 'DAMN, this kid,' she thought. Her hips were now working in unison with her lover, and her anus was 'pulsing'. Mckinsey Craft knew from Johnathan Roberts's twitching, what was coming, and she shut her eyes and screamed, as she rolled over the edge.

Johnathan's MILF was working with him. The pulsing of her anus and colon, squeezing his dick, as he slid himself inside her was just too much. He could hear a sound, a growing wail...damned if it wasn't him! He was trying his best to hang in there, but he, too, was going over the edge. He was holding Mckinsey Craft's hips and thrusting, when she suddenly began jerking and pulsating, too. It was a mutual orgasm, so intense for him, he thought he saw fucking flashbulbs.

After they both came, in mutual screaming wails, Mckinsey Craft and Johnathan Roberts slumped onto the bed. Between their animalistic wailing and the squeaking of the bed, there could be no doubt to ANYONE at the Inn as to what had just transpired, but neither really cared. In fact, they shared a mutual laugh, as they lay there in their post-orgasmic delirium, drifting for a time in and out of a mutual-dozing state.

They had laid there for a while, naked, staring at the ceiling, but eventually, he got his MILF to her feet, and guided her to the bath. This old Victorian house's bathroom featured a huge clawfoot tub, so even with the wraparound shower curtain, there was plenty of room. Johnathan enjoyed soaping and rinsing Mckinsey Craft's body, and she did his, as well. And at the end, Johnathan was pretty sure he had another throw in him.

Mckinsey laid there for a time and allowed her body to adjust. After all, it wasn't every day she had her butthole penetrated and stretched like that. It was really too bad that they had gotten together under these circumstances, or... 'No girl, don't' she told herself, but it was hard to not think it, when the kid, half her age, enjoyed caressing and holding her body in the shower, and by the looks of her lover's cock, he wanted one more for the road, as it were--and Mckinsey Craft decided she was just fine with that.

They played a bit of 'grab-ass' as they dried off, and found themselves back at the bed. Mckinsey had just climbed into bed, when from Johnathan's little pack, he produced an envelope with a thumb drive. "There it is," he said, and tossed it to her.

Mckinsey's eyes popped open. "Wow! So that is everything?"

"As far as you know," he replied, as he had a seat on the edge of the bed. (he was holding a pic or two, just in case)

"So, it's not everything," she said, sarcastically

"At this point, it doesn't matter," he replied. "If either of us 'sells out' the other, we're both assured a lot of long-term hurt, so why worry?"

"True," Mckinsey responded. Then, she asked, "So, why are you even giving me this now?"

"Because you're right. Sooner or later, we get caught...and I don't want to get caught anymore than you do, but I'll tell you one thing..."

"Oh?" she asked.

"You've been enjoying this, whether you want to admit it or not, and this evening has been proof of it." As he said that, he stood and placed her hand on his stiffening dick. "Take -- oooh -- what's in your hand, for example -- aahhh --" he said, as she squeezed it, "you seemed only too happy to have it inside you," she gave it a pump, "-- yesss -- so why have some more fun tonight, before we go our separate ways?"

Mckinsey had to admit, the damn kid was right. He wasn't what she would have sought out in a lover, to be sure, but so far, he was proving worthy of the name, no matter the means by which this got started. So, she simply smiled and rolled away to expose her ass to this young man, half her age; she slid herself over towards the edge of the bed, then emitted a laugh, as he pulled her. Mckinsey's submissive side was going full bore. She was wet again, and groaned with lust, as she felt the kid slide the best part of him, inside her.

Johnathan's dick was stiff, knowing he was going to get that pussy one more time, so as she slid towards him, he grabbed those hips and moved her to the position he wanted her in. That pussy looked fantastic through the gap between her legs, and with her positioned, he eased his hips forward...a nudge here...a bit of a shift...and he slid it inside her like he was a runner on third batted in to home. That gorgeous MILF looked back at him and groaned, shifting and pushing back into him, and he began to happily stroke away, enjoying the squeaky noises of the bed.

Mckinsey was laid on her side and her lover was standing. He was thrusting powerfully into her, just as she liked it. She instinctively grasped and moved one ample ass cheek open to let him hit her deeper, and grunted loudly as he did so. With her other hand she steadied herself and began pushing back, telling her lover, "Ah...YES...Come on...Give it to me, Johnatha-a-a-an..." Mckinsey looked away and moaned very loudly. The sound of him sliding into her, and the bed made for a lovely noise.

It felt good to give that gorgeous MILF a hard fuck. She was taking everything Johnathan was pushing into her, and asking for more and more, even holding her ass open for him. He got even more aggressive, lifting and supporting one of her legs, and with the other hand he grasped her breast and began to squeeze and tug her nipple. When he did, he saw Mckinsey's face wince, but not from pain, and the tone of her moaning became louder.

'Oh shit, girl,' Mckinsey thought. Damned if that kid didn't go and give her exactly what she had asked for. It was one thing to have him hold her leg and power-thrust himself into her with abandon, but Mckinsey Craft's weakness was men playing with her chest, and this kid seemed to enjoy it. He was tugging and lightly tweaking her nipple, as he thrust, and it just made her want to melt. It certainly made her gush, and she could feel herself get even wetter. "Ahhhhh...Gah-FUCK me!" she moaned.

Johnathan REALLY liked having a gorgeous MILF tell him to fuck her...so he proceeded to do just that. He fell into a good rhythm, pumping away. It felt GREAT to be thrusting inside her, tweaking her breast (she had to really be into that) while she pushed back into him, and the bed squeaking just made it that much better. He wanted to maintain control though, so he pulled out--much to her dismay--rolled her onto her back...a little adjustment...and with her knees and ankles together, feet straight up and beside his head, he puuushed in, and continued to happily pound away, watching her face.

"Ohhh gahh-ah-ah, Joh-Joh, ohnath-ath, th-tha-than..." Mckinsey said. It was so good, she wasn't even getting whole words out. The kid was positively pounding himself into her, and Mckinsey was positively enjoying every inch of it. She liked this position on her back, watching her lover shamelessly fuck her. And when her lover held her legs in place with one arm, while switching over to her other breast, Mckinsey Craft found herself squirming in pleasure, as she took it, asking Johnathan Roberts to fuck her.

Johnathan Roberts was going for broke and REALLY enjoying giving it to his gorgeous MILF...HIS gorgeous MILF, at least for a bit more. The way she was moving, he had to be doing it right; so, he cracked open those thighs and only slightly slowing his stride, he transitioned to an arm under each thigh. 'Now for the fun,' he thought, and rolling forward, he moved her thighs up and open, until her feet were pointing straight up, and he could feel his mushroom head rubbing Mckinsey Craft's cervix. The reaction was priceless.

The kid had been steady at it, plunging himself in and out of her with abandon for what, an hour? Near the start, Mckinsey had glanced at the clock, and again just then--damned if it hadn't been that, if not more! A super-intense tsunami had been slowly, steadily building inside her So when the kid rolled her into this position, she wasn't sure what was going on, but when he shifted up and that fat mushroom head rubbed her G-spot, Mckinsey simply didn't know what to do with herself.

"Oh...Oh N-No, Johna-- Oh sh-sh-shit...Ahhh!!!" When her lover began making those little circles on her G-spot, that was the total shit! Mckinsey tucked her chin, she tried, but she was well past holding on. Her body began spasming and she convulsed on her lover's cock, as she screamed bloody murder. After the build up of steady pumping, THAT orgasm felt like she got pushed into another fucking dimension, or something, and the quaking, shaking orgasm lasted a solid twenty seconds before Mckinsey found herself laying there, panting, completely and totally spent.

Johnathan still had one last trick. Well, not a trick so much, but something he was sure she would remember. With care, he rolled his totally-compliant MILF over and on to her stomach. He was sure she was expecting him to violate her in some new way, but instead, he took the bottle of lotion that was on the nightstand, and starting on Mckinsey Craft's calf, he began a steady, deep massage, periodically switching to her lower back, then to the back of the knees, spine below the ribs...steadily working his way up. In moments, his totally gorgeous MILF was out, in a deep, deep sleep.

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It was well past midnight when Mckinsey Craft awoke. She was totally alone, and besides the squeaking of the bed, the Inn was silent. Her lover, who had been thoughtful enough to wrap her nakedness in a blanket, was gone. At least he had left a small envelope, and it contained a small handwritten note: "You were far too pretty and peacefully sleeping to wake. I'm very sorry for the way we met, but I do not regret what we've been doing. In fact, my only regret is that it must end. You are now free, but I will treasure this time always. J."

Mckinsey needed to get dressed and get home. Her adult son or husband would be home soon, and she could not afford the risk of being caught. It was over. At last, Mckinsey Craft was free. She could now go back to her normal life. At the Inn, Mckinsey Craft sat alone on the bed, for the last moments of her dying double-life--and...wept sad, mournful tears.

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