MILF and the BBC Ch. 02

When she'd finished her drink, Errol asked her if she was ready to go.

"I better get some clothes on." Errol said.

"Do you HAVE to?" she giggled.

"Ha ha. It depends on how much curtain twitching you can stand from your neighbours!"

Errol disappeared upstairs. He wanted to fuck this woman so badly. He needed everything to be in place so that he'd be ready. He pulled off his boxer shorts and t shirt and quickly dived in the shower giving himself a cursory wash. His cock was twitchy to his own touch. He contemplated masturbating to ensure his first encounter with this woman would be long and sensual but he didn't want to waste his hot cum on the shower floor when he was sure this woman would appreciate his semen all over her tits. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He ran to his room and pulled on a pair of pants, not bothering with underwear.

"Easy access!" he mused.

He pulled on a lycra t shirt that showed every sinew and bulge of his impressive frame. He pulled on sneakers and came back down the stairs.

Caryn was looking at pictures on the side table. She was bent forward and he could see the bottom half of her perfect butt, her long legs tight and tanned. There was a comedy-bulge in his jogging pants. She turned and stared and licked her lips.

"You know, we don't have to leave now if you don't want to!" Errol offered.

"I want to go home as soon as possible, please."

Confused at her words he stared at her. She was smiling warmly and not a little conspiratorially.

"Okay, are we ready?" Errol asked trying to read her expression.

"Oh yes, I'm ready."



It was early afternoon and the sun was beating down hard.

They found Caryn's car and got in. After adjusting the seat and mirrors, Errol fired it up and they were off.

"So you enjoy playing with things?" Caryn said and then giggled. "I mean...your son told me you were pretty handy with stuff. Could make anything work."

"Ha ha. Junior said that? Well, I like to fiddle with all kinds of things!" Errol Snr turned his head to the woman and raised his eyebrows and Caryn smiled warmly. She unconsciously squirmed in her seat.

They continued making innocent but suggestive conversation for most the journey.

"So where's Josh?"

"Oh, he's out of town, visiting his dead-beat father."

'Good!' thought Errol.

The drive after that was uneventful and Errol parked the car in the drive according to Caryn's wishes.

"This way there shouldn't be any twitchy curtains!" She laughed. "That is, if you want to come in for...well, I'm sure I could find you something to fiddle with!"

With that, she opened the car door and Errol marvelled as she left the car.

If there had been any lingering doubts in Errol Snr's mind, they were gone. This woman was ready and willing and he planned...no HAD to make sure she was given the ride of her life. He may be getting on in years but his honour as the 'man' of the house was at stake. He refused to contemplate being upstaged by his own son.

He unbuckled and extricated himself from the saloon car; not so easy for someone of his height and stature and made even more difficult due to the huge lump in his pants.

Caryn had disappeared inside but had left the door open.

Errol entered the house and was grateful for the cool, dim interior. He looked up and saw Caryn at the top of the stairs, walking provocatively, showing her butt cheeks as she climbed.

"I'm sure I have something you can fix upstairs" she said as she continued to climb.

She turned the corner onto the landing and Errol let out a breath, smiled and then started to ascend the stairs. As he turned the corner, he saw Caryn turn into what he assumed to be her bedroom. It was at the front of the house beside the giant window where he'd first seen her all those weeks and months before with Junior.

He came through the door, filling the frame. She was standing by the bed, waiting.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Errol said.

This was a line that Errol Snr used a lot; pre-warning his 'victims' that they were going to have to take more cock than they thought it possible to take in one sitting, but Caryn misunderstood.

"I need to do this. Errol...your son.."

Errol Snr understood the misunderstanding. She thought he was making some concerned statement about the minefield of emotions she may be about to step into. He wondered about changing tack from his tried and tested method of bedding a woman but decided to revert to type.

"Listen lady, at this moment in time I don't give a shit about my son or that you and he were fuck buddies. I've got an itch that I need to scratch and you're the hottest piece of MILF-ass I've seen, period. I just hope you can keep up and don't have plans for the rest of the day because I'm about to take you to school and I hope for your sake that you're planning on a graduation."

With that he moved forward, towering above her. He grabbed the opening of her blouse and tore it apart, buttons flying everywhere.

Caryn gasped but didn't flinch. She almost pushed her holstered breasts outward, challenging him and Errol bent down and kissed and licked the skin, his hands moving behind her, expertly undoing her bra. As the garment fell to the floor, Errol stepped back. Her nipples were small and already very red and pert.

"Holy fucking shit! That is the best fucking rack I have ever seen"

He came forward again and started kissing, sucking and biting her nipples. Caryn was letting out tiny gasps of delight at his strong and deliberate actions. His hands were cradling the breasts and all the time he talked.

"These mother-fucking tits! Holy, fucking shit you are one hot fucking bitch."

After a few moments he picked her up so that she off the ground, her head almost in contact with the ceiling as he held her tightly, continuing to suck her nipples.

He moved forward and let her fall back on the bed. Caryn let out another gasp partly through the speed and power of his movements and party because she was anticipating his next move.

He grabbed at the waist of her skirt and when it didn't come down over her perfectly proportioned hips, he grabbed at the hem and ripped it apart, buttons again flying.

Before him, laid out now in just a thong and high heels was what he considered to be the most perfect specimen of a woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Perhaps he always felt this way when he was about to fuck someone but he didn't think so. His son had chosen well.

As he stared down at her, her hands came up to her own tits and started massaging them, pinching at the nipples. Her legs were spreading apart.

"I've got to get a piece of that pussy, you horny MILF slut."

He hunkered down between her legs and pulled the delicate material of her thong roughly aside. Her snatch was fully and freshly shaved; her soft slightly puffy pussy lips were inviting him to delve inside.

Errol's tongue started to dart along the length of her pussy lips in slow, deep, deliberate strokes. He moved his left hand to one side of her pussy, pulling the lips apart and pressing down a little on her stomach, helping him to expose her already engorged clitoris. His tongue found her 'button' and he hardened his tongue and started stroking it, teasing it, licking at it. She started to move her hips to meet his tongue and her low moans started to increase in their intensity.

"Mmmm..."

As he started to get used to the anatomy of her pussy, reading what worked for her and what didn't based on her movements and moans (in all honesty, everything worked!)

"Uh, huh, huh, HUH...NNNnnnnnnhhhhh, FUCK MY PUSSY...NNNNNNNMMMMMMM...That's it, Oh my fucking God"

'That's what I'm going to be' thought Errol to himself. 'Your fucking-God'.

Her hips started to buck and he brought his other hand round to hold the line of her butt - a hand on top of her stomach, a hand underneath on her back. Expertly, as his tongue continued to work away at her pussy, a second orgasm beginning to build already, he moved the right thumb and slowly edged it deeper into the crevice between her butt cheeks, prodding it powerfully until he found the opening to her butt hole. He forced it inside easily ('Was she already lubed down there'? Errol wondered) and she gasped as it moved with little effort into her, his tongue still applying pressure to her pussy lips and clitoris. His hands were so big that he felt he could have put the rest of his hand into her pussy and picked her up the way a bowler picks up a bowling ball.

Another orgasm was building strongly now.

"MMMM...MMMM....OOOH...OH...UHHH...FUUUCCCCCKKKKK"

She was bucking much more violently now but his tongue pressed harder onto her clitoris, his large thumb still inserted into her seemingly pre-lubed anus.

Caryn didn't need to use the words 'I'm cumming'. It was obvious and instead she ran through a whole gamut of grunts, cries, yells and moans.

"NNnnMMMM..UUGGHHH...YES...HHMMMM...ARRGHHH"

Finally, as she reached a crescendo of noise and movement, Errol released his tongue and pulled out his thumb. She was flailing, uncontrollable as a giant torrent of an orgasm ripped through her body; the intensity had her shaking and her face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"OH...OH...OH...oh...oh my fucking god..."

Errol stared down, amused.

Slowly, she returned from the cloud on which she'd been floating with her second orgasm and looked at Errol. He spoke, obviously teasing.

"Looking at you, I think my work here is done!"

Caryn smiled broadly and forced herself to sit up.

"Oooh. I'm really light-headed. You certainly made a good start."

Errol's loose pants were bulging and she sat on the side of the bed and tugged gently at the waistband. Slowly, slowly she pulled them down and the she was gasping as she revealed more and more of his impossibly, thick, long, veined meat. Finally, when the pants were almost down to his knees, Errol's impossible cock sprang back almost hitting Caryn's chin like a boxer executes and uppercut.

"Oh my...that's...why aren't you a porn star? I've never seen..."

Caryn pulled her eyes away and looked up at Errol.

"That's what's going to take you on the ride of your fucking life, honey."

Errol didn't know what size his son was but Errol was damn sure that there weren't many men who would measure up and he'd always suspected that Junior might have one of those 'normal' dicks that he probably inherited from his mother's side (Errol Snr was wrong. His son had a very impressively-proportioned cock as Caryn could attest but even she was shocked at this mountain of muscled-flesh.)

"Show me what you can do with it" Errol offered.

Caryn gingerly grabbed at the shaft and started to stroke along the length, marvelling at the heat and feeling every vein. She pulled back the skin and Errol's huge bulbous penis head reared into view, twitching and angry.

She brought her mouth to the head and slowly darted out her tongue to lick at the opening, then twirled her tongue all around the head. She didn't want to appear scared but she had genuine concern that her jaw would lock if she tried opening it to take even the head into her mouth (even her husband had sometimes complained that she appeared to have a smaller than average mouth and his dick was tiny compared to Errol.)

She slowly opened her mouth wider and wider, and pressed further and further forward. She could feel her teeth straining over the bulbous head. She was conscious of not wanting to hurt Errol but she was scared of locking-out her jaw. With an effort and not a little pain, she forced her mouth as wide as it had ever been and the head was inside her mouth. Errol let out a satisfied moan as her tongue started to circulate and she began to suck and gurgle over his cock.

"Oh, that's it. That's my girl. Can you take it all, I wonder?"

Caryn quickly withdrew. She was proud of herself but was realistic.

"There's no-one alive could take this fucking cock in their mouth and you fucking know it."

Then Caryn said the words that Errol wanted to hear.

"This is the biggest fucking cock I have ever seen."

With that she started to go through a range of motions. She stroked and grabbed at the shaft while her mouth and tongue alternatively worked on the sensitive head, her lips smacking as it left her mouth and then she would lick along the entire length of the shaft. She lifted up the cock and licked his sensitive ball bag illiciting a satisfied if surprised 'Oh' from Errol.

Errol could have blown his load at any time with the attention he was receiving, but he wanted this iron-bar erection to experience Caryn's pussy.

With a final, hungry slurp, Errol grabbed her arms and pushed her back onto the bed; not violently but with enough force to show her he meant business and now was the time that they would start to get serious.

"So now you've sucked on the biggest cock, do you want to see how it feels inside?"

Caryn nodded and shuffled herself back onto the bed to make sure he had enough room.

Though Errol would try (and had tried) anything of a sexual nature, multiple partners, gang bang even watersports and any number of 'deviances', there was nothing he liked more than that first time of watching his cock slowly disappear into a woman. It was like magic. And the thought of it being able to disappear into this woman with her perfect, petite frame; almost - he imagined - being able to see the outline of his cock in her stomach as he pressed it home, was going to be Disney, David Blaine and David Copperfield all rolled into one!

"Please..."

Errol looked up at Caryn.

"Go easy. I mean, I want it. I REALLY want it but I'm a little..."

"Baby, the tighter, the better."

Caryn was laying on her back but was on her elbows watching, transfixed as Errol positioned himself in front of her. He seemed to be too far back but she could feel the head of his cock probing at her puffy, slick pussy lips.

With the head in place, Errol brought both hands to her pussy and gently pulled the lips apart to make sure he got a good clean entry.

"You ready?"

Caryn didn't look away from his cock but nodded.

He pushed a little but she was clenching.

"Relax, baby. You're wet enough to take on a football team so loosen up."

She tried relaxing. Errol pushed again and this time the head broke through. Caryn let out a loud gasp.

"Oh GOD! FUCK! NO!"

She threw herself backwards and one arm covered her eyes as if not wanting to see a needle being inserted into her arm but the other felt for her breasts.

Errol looked at her then brought his right hand forward and started rubbing her clitoris as if reminding her that he was there and that he was aiming to make her cum, cum and cum again.

He pushed his cock further and every half an inch caused Caryn to let out a gasp.

"Oh FUCK. NO MORE....NNNNMMMM"

She took her arm away from her eyes and looked down. Her shoulders seemed to sag as she realised that he had only put the first four or five inches inside her. There were at least another five or six to go. But it was the girth that stopping its progress.

"Jesus! You're so fucking big. Just give me a minute"

She started to breathe as though going through birthing contractions.

"Just fucking stay with me and don't pass out!" Errol said, half joking.

He decided to withdraw a little to give her some respite. He could see her relax a little so he pressed forward and she let out a loud expletive. He'd buried a further inch or two but still had a lot of cock to go.

He started to pump slowly and deliberately and each time she gasped or screamed or cussed.

Slowly, Errol was giving her more and more of his giant, black truncheon and his speed was starting to increase and his own grunting joined Caryn's screams of joy.

After five full minutes of effort, Errol thought she was ready and with a little evil intent, he made a giant push and saw his entire cock disappear inside her. This was met with a scream so loud that Errol was worried that the neighbours would call the cops.

"AAAARGGGHHHH!! FUCK. YES...YOU...NNNNMMMM...FUCK ME YOU BASTARD..."

With those words of encouragement, Errol started to pump faster and harder. From kneeling in front of her, he now brought is arms either side of her and started to pump into her like a giant, black piston. Caryn had cum and cum but she was now delirious and didn't seem to know where one orgasm ended and the other began.

"UUUUhhHH...UuuuggHHHH...I'm CUM...I'M CUMMMM...IINNNGG"

Errol leaned back, kneeling again and marvelled at his own cock inside her.

"HERE IT FUCKING COMES, MY BITCH..."

With that, Errol pulled out his man-meat and after a couple of strokes with his own, skilled hands, his hot, sticky cum started to spurt forth. Caryn was still laying on the bed, her back arched as if her torso was being pulled by a powerful string attached to the ceiling, her tits standing proud. The first gooey fluid hit her stomach, the next spurted strongly to her tits and chin and then, with each stroke from his expert hand, the cum poured forth like hot lava. He almost seemed to be spraying it around like a fireman uses a hose such was the volume of glutinous semen.

Caryn's back was still arched but she slowly brought her hands up and started to massage the sticky cum over her tits and down between her legs. She brought a hand up to her mouth to taste his semen.

Errol's cock was losing it's erection and after a few more seconds, Caryn had recovered sufficiently to get up, kneel forward and start to suck on it, now able to get more of it in her mouth (though still not all of it.)

"Your cum tastes so good..." she oozed as she sucked.

"I eat a lot of fruits and berries!" Errol joked.

He started to laugh and Caryn giggled too but continued to suck on his cock, holding the shaft at the base. Errol could see how 'hungry' she still was as she marvelled at his snake. In fact it now resembled a snake as it hung, semi hard in her hands. But if anyone was a 'snake charmer' it was this lady.

After another two or three minutes of her attention, Errol pulled her away and kissed her deeply and passionately, tasting himself on her lips and tongue.

"I need the bathroom. Can I take a shower?" Errol said. "And looking at you, you could do with one too!"

Caryn giggled anew.

She got herself off the bed but had to steady herself. She was light-headed and her pussy felt as though it still had a large object inserted in it. She thought he'd never walk properly again.

"It's this way."

Caryn had an ensuite bathroom but decided to take Errol through to the 'family' bathroom instead.

Inside was a double shower, glass on two sides with a giant shower head.

Caryn opened the door and turned on the faucet.

"Give it a moment."

Caryn left and Errol could hear her padding back to the bedroom and into her own bathroom.

He approached the shower and felt the jets of water. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he entered the cubicle, closing the door behind him. He looked about and found shower gel which he used liberally over his body and into his close-cropped hair.

With a good lather (and soap in his closed eyes) Errol reached down to assess his cock.

He had always been someone who liked to fuck. And, unlike most men it seemed, after he fucked a woman he liked to fuck her again...and again if she had the time. He realised that he was a rare breed in that he could repeatedly cum (though even Errol knew that he wasn't a bottomless well of semen.) He was also lucky in that it only took a few minutes and the right kind of attention (and the inclination which wasn't an issue this afternoon) and he would be hard all over again. And unsurprisingly the second or third (a fourth time was very rare but it had happened a few times!) he could go longer and longer between bouts of cumming. The usual outcome was that the women on the receiving end of such unbridled passion would surrender before him.