Billy Bob scrunched up his face like he wuz eatin' a green persimmon and jackrabbited his hips. Glenda Gayle's long legs shot out, quivered as she cum agin, and then recrossed above his poundin' ass. "Ah cain't hold it no longer," he groaned before slammin' into her soppin' honeypot, archin' his back, and holdin' for the first couple of squirts. "Gawd!" he moaned and went back to humpin' until he went soft as his feather mattress under them.
"Oooh, that wuz a big'un, Pa!" Glenda Gayle giggled. "Feels like you done shot the whole lake inta me. Then you went soft and th' dam broke."
His gooey load trickled slow-like down his balls and dripped off. "Well, I didn't get none while you wuz riding the cotton pony, pumpkin butt."
She giggled agin while he kissed and sucked her sweaty honeydew melons. She wuz openin' her mouth fer his tongue kiss when th' bedroom door banged open. "Mama!" she screeched, squirtin' out Billy Bob's beaver banger and the rest of his load. "Y'all got back early!"
"Billy Bob!" Ma roared. "I shoulda known. On our bed agin! Yuh didn't believe me th' last time did yuh?"
"Now, Geraldine!" Billy Bob sprung to his feet, tripped, and pulled up his overhauls from 'round his ankles. "I kin explain," he said, backing away. He dove out the window as she grabbed the shotgun off the wall. The second time she fired afore he could disappear into the pine trees, bird shot stung his ass like a swarm of bumblebees.
"You sonofabitch!" she screamed, firing the last shell into the trees after him. "I tole you 'til I wuz blue in th' face that that wuz my mama's best quilt and to put a towel under her ass before fuckin' on it!"
© Russell Hoisington 2006