Donna Allen - Their horny new mom

"Fuck me, baby!" Marilyn gasped, pumping her hips frantically. "Fuck me all the way to hell and back!"

The bedsprings creaked and Steve sat up and watched the frenzied activities. His brother's face was flushed. Marilyn's legs were wrapped tightly around the small of Mark's back.

"Stick your finger in my asshole!" Marilyn cried.

Mark moved one hand under her butt and found her asshole. Marilyn went crazy. "I'm there!" she cried. "I'm there, oh, God, I'm there!"

Mark growled and slammed his prick into Marilyn's slippery cunt with all his might. He buried it to the hilt and then his face contorted and he came too.

Denise's eyes filled with tears. Mark thrust forward again and again and then with a tiny whimper he collapsed on top of Marilyn. Steve leaned over and kissed Marilyn on the mouth and Denise took that opportunity to slip away.

Marilyn's old boyfriend returned to town and telephoned her. He told her he'd heard she was married, but he wanted to see her anyway. He'd split with the stripper and still loved Marilyn. She told him she was happily married, but he insisted. She let him come over one day when the rest of the family was out.

"Nice place you've got here," Harold said. "Got a beer?"

"Here." Marilyn handed him a beer and gazed at him. "I never thought I'd see you again."

"A bad penny always turns up," he said. He seemed nervous.

"I have a new life now and I'm very happy."

"I see that. You married a guy with kids, didn't you?"

"Yes, I have two lovely stepsons."

Harold chuckled. "I can't see you as the motherly type."

"You never really knew me."

"You do look different," he said. "Don't tell me you've discovered the world of real sex."

"You never showed it to me," she said.

"You never wanted to learn it."

"Is that why you ran off with that slut?"

"She was no slut. She was a terrific broad."

"Then why aren't you still with her?"

"She didn't want to get married."

Marilyn snickered. "And since when do you want to get married?"

"I always wanted to settle down some day."

"Well, don't look at me. I'm a very happy woman."

He took her hand, but she pulled it away.

"Remember the times on the sofa?"

"Sure and they weren't so great."

"Well, shit, your folks were always a few feet away."

"I know," she said softly.

He glanced around the room and whistled. "Who else lives here?"

"I've got a sister-in-law."

Harold's eyes widened. "Oh, yeah? She married?"

"No, she's a divorcee."

"You like having her here?"

"Not really."

"Introduce her to me," he chuckled. "Does she have any money?"

"You're really something, you know it? You haven't even met the woman and you're asking if she's got any money." She shook her head.

"Hey, like I said, I'm interested in settling down. And since I'm temporarily out of work, I figured, why not find a lady with a little nest egg."

Marilyn thought about it for a moment. It would get Denise out of her hair. And maybe she and Harold would even get along together. Why not try it?

She glanced at the clock. "I think she's coming home soon."

"What's her name?"

"Denise."

"What's she look like?"

"Blonde."

"Big tits?"

"Big enough."

"Pretty?"

"Sort of."

"Big ass?"

Marilyn grimaced. "You ask too many questions."

He leaned across the table and took her hand again. This time she didn't pull it away. Harold leered at her. "Don't we have time for a quickie?"

"No!"

"Not even a little one?"

She giggled despite herself. "Harold, you've really changed."

"I told you," he murmured. "How about a fast but hot fuck. We can talk over old times and wait for the blonde to come home."

Marilyn thought about it. Harold wasn't the most exciting lover in the world, but she was horny. Why not? She had nothing to lose. And Denise wouldn't be home for at least an hour. She rose up. "Come on into the living room. We can do it there." She stared at him and smiled. "And you better be good," she said. "You weren't exactly the cocksman of the world in the old days."

Harold rose up and followed her into the living room. "Who owns this place?" he said.

"My husband."

"Too bad."

"Did you think Denise might own it?"

He nodded. Marilyn giggled. "You really have changed," she said. "No, Harold, my husband owns the house. Denise has a small nest egg, but she's not exactly loaded."

They settled down on the sofa and embraced. They frenched hotly and Harold moved his hands under her tee-shirt.

"Do you realize we always kept our clothes on?" Marilyn said.

"Yeah, what a dope I was," he said, unhooking her bra.

"Harold, do you remember that we never went down on each other? Can you believe it?"

"Shit, and I used to keep a towel nearby to clean it up. God, how that girl loved the taste of jizz." Marilyn raised her arms and let him pull her tee-shirt off. He pushed her bra off and stared at her naked tits.

"I like the taste of jut too, Harold," she said.

"Jesus, what a pair!" he hissed.

"Oh, Harold, suck them!" She pulled his head against her and he sucked hungrily on her tits. She caressed his hair and sighed. "Do I still stifle you?" she said.

"Shit, no."

"Harold, you're making me very hot."

"Take the rest of your clothes off!" They undressed quickly and Marilyn stretched out on the sofa. Harold pushed her onto her belly and pulled her ass up in the air. He crouched behind her between her legs and pressed his mouth into her asscrack.

He held her asscheeks open and licked her sensitive bang. Marilyn sighed. "Harold, that's wonderful!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he said, moving his tongue up and down her sasscrease.

Marilyn became more and more aroused when he pushed the tip of his tongue against her butt-hole. "Harold, it'll never fit!" she said.

But it did. His tongue-tip broke through the tight ring of muscle and slid into the hot buttery softness of her shitter. He reamed her out for a few moments and Marilyn panted with contentment. After a while he made her roll over onto her back.

"Now the next course," Harold said with an exaggerated leer on his face.

"What are you going to do now?" Marilyn said.

"Eat a little pussy."

Marilyn draped one leg on the back of the sofa and spread her other leg out until her cunt was totally exposed. Harold licked, the insides of her creamy thighs and planted a series of tiny kisses up and down her calves.

He worked his way back to her slit and fluttered his tongue over her hairy cuntflaps. "Delicious!" he said. "To think of all the time we wasted in the old days."

"Harold, we can't take too long," Marilyn panted. "Denise will be home soon."

"She can join us," he said, sinking his face all the way into her cunt.

"Harold, do you realize this is the first time you've ever eaten me?"

He pushed her legs wider apart and stretched her cuntlips open. He licked her glistening gash with long, slow swipes of his tongue while she writhed with ecstasy.

"Bless Mitzie!" Marilyn said.

"Why?"

"If she taught you how to suck a pussy, she deserves a medal."

"She taught me a lot more than that," Harold said. "Mmmmm, what a juicy cunt."

His tongue fluttered over her slippery pussyfolds and over her hairy flaps. He cupped her asscheeks and held her snatch against his slavering mouth.

"What else did she teach you?" Marilyn could barely form the words. Her mind was a blur of arousal and anticipation.

He ran his tongue over her twitching clit and nibbled on a tendril of pussy-hair. He closed his lips around her cunt and sucked hard, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

And then he released it and crawled over her until his mouth hovered over her tits. "I think they're even bigger than they used to be," he said, capturing one of her lust-swollen pink nipples into his mouth. "They must be getting a work-out."