Albert F. Hammel

Then suddenly it was happening. She felt great gobs of goo come spurting from Mr. Hammel's hammer, softening and easing the blow each time his pelvis slammed into her ass. He was hanging on for all he was worth, twisting and screwing his pelvis against her as he augured his cock in deeper harder, searching for the final sensation. Then abruptly Ted was melting too. She could actually feel liquid sloshing and spurting inside her and she knew it wasn't all Mr. Hammel's. For a minute she thought she was peeing then she knew it was something else. Her whole body had responded to Mr. Hammel's probing prod and now she was aswim in love's elixir, floating away on a joyous sea of cum. She was reminded now, twenty-seven years later, of that first and joyous orgasm. Now she had two boys doing their eager best, little John caressing, licking, kissing her tits. Albert had done his timid best to find his way into cunt country. But she had had to help him, grab his cock and simultaneously capture his head between her thighs ...»