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She felt his heavy breathing, shuddering with wonder as the air from his mouth blistered against her pubic hair. Her fingers perversely spread her labia wide apart, tugging on them to give his mouth better access to her steaming depths. The hair-covered flaps of her tight pink flesh spread wider and wider apart as her trembling, delicate fingers tightly held them in place. She could feel his cheeks against her thighs, and it made her shudder all the more. She felt his head go lower, and then his hot, wet tongue drew a line through the sensitive, swampy, exposed coral flesh of her satiny, budlike pussy.

"Unnnnn… aaaarrrggghhh… " she gasped, static shooting from each of her pores. She had never felt anything like it before.

Jesus! Walter thought to himself, still not able to figure out all that had happened. All this was partially from his own lust and partially out of revenge. How the hell could he have known the little blonde twat would act so pruriently.

How the hell could a young girl suddenly be so overpoweringly mastered by passion? Damn! There had never been anyone like Marge in his entire life. Not even Florrie was this passionate. And the worst part of it was, her enjoying it so much took away from the revenge he thought he would enjoy against Florrie for having had this kid by some other dick. Well hell, there was always Eva. She might not be this passionate.

In the meantime, he intended taking full advantage of Marge's heat. He was going to fuck that mouth of hers again, while he continued drinking from the womanly vessel into which his mouth was now plunged. He could fuck her another time. This was too good to mess up. Also, he wasn't in the mood to have her bleed all over his sheets. His eyes greedily stared at the ragged, pink-edged labia she was holding open for him. The flushed delicacy of her boggy interior, exposed as it was to his ravenous, hungry sight, was completely absorbed by his obscene brain. Greedily he took in the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of wanton hunger scurrying through his body. Just staring at the pink depths made him grind his cock into the bed.

"Oh golly," Marge screamed. "Please… please… please…"

Her voice was a hoarse whisper as lust drove her madder and madder.

To Walter's whirling brain the whole thing seemed like something he had dreamed up. She was actually begging him. Shit! She was still a virgin. He was willing to bet on that. Knowing her mother as he did, he was willing to bet his were the first male eyes to look at her body since she'd come out of the womb. Yet here she was, begging him to tongue her slit, spreading her wide-open cunt before him, offering him the feast of a lifetime.

He stared at the shining coral interior, moistly glistening with the rich dew her body manufactured, built up by the carnal desire he had infused in her. Jesus! That wide-open vaginal maw was pulsating and twitching as she writhed her wonderful loins. His eyes followed the movements of her alluring pussy.

Hungry to taste more of her, his mouth clamped itself to the raging orifice as he stabbed the full length of his blistering tongue into the quivering furnace of her close, slithery pussy. He heard her sigh with wanton thrills, moaning and whimpering with joy as gasps tumbled from her lips, forming unintelligible sounds. Her soft, girlish hands now clutched at his head, tugging his hair, pulling his face ever deeper into the yawning chasm of her feminine well. She continued squealing out deep, animal-like grunts as she tugged his face deeper and deeper into her splayed, inner garden, letting the fleecy hairs growing on her outer labia rub against his cheeks. Walter could feel her head moving back and forth again and again as his tongue lanced into the flooded, viscid core of her aroused groove. All the while, she continued grinding her lovely, youthful hips into the softness of his mattress, shuddering and trembling as continuous gasps kept pouring from her mouth, oozing as it were from between gritted teeth. She pushed her hands into the bed, forcing her loins higher, jamming her split-peach pussy against his anxious face, framing his cheeks with her wide-open labia. Her ultra sensitive, heated vaginal walls opened and closed around his thrusting tongue of their own volition. He couldn't believe this girl had been so unknowing. Had she been anyone else's daughter, he would have sworn she'd indulged in this countless times before. But Marge had Florrie's natural erotic tendencies.

His poking tongue licked deeper and deeper, at one point touching the delicate membrane of her hymen. She jumped a little, feeling a certain amount of sensitivity when his oral digit touched the proof of her virginity. But then he withdrew the plunging tongue, licking straight up between her soft, inner labia, tasting the juices filling her wide-open fissure. And then his tongue found what it had been seeking. It circled the swollen nubbin of her shuddering clitoris, licking lightly at it in the beginning, enjoying the sounds of Marge's screeching as her ass bounced on the bed again and again. He surrounded the darling clit with his pulling lips and began to suck wildly, drinking the swampy outpourings of her shuddering vagina, pulling the pink bullet into the heated cave of his mouth while his tongue whipped It again and again. He sucked the straining plexus of her femininity until she thought she would go insane with imploding passion.

"Unnnggghhh… " she gasped, leaning back, her weight on the palms of her hands pressed into the bed behind her. Her loins churned wildly, bucking, humping, screwing, corkscrewing. "More, more, more… " she begged, wanting the feel of his tongue all the way up into her cervical opening. Walter lifted his face to stare at her glazed eyes, seeing the way her mouth was erotically distorted. Her head was still tossing from side to side, but now it was doing so in regular rhythm as her fingers bunched the covers she clutched. Unable to feel satisfied with what he was doing, she fell back onto the pillows, then reached down with her hands grabbed his hair, and did her best to direct his mouth as it voraciously sucked, aiming it more directly into the clenching hole of her teeming pussy. Meanwhile, his own hands ran up over her body and filled themselves with her breasts, kneading them, pulling the tender bullet-shaped nipples, squeezing the fullness of her tit-flesh. His thumbs and forefingers continued to roll the hardened nipples between them, making them stretch that much longer.

Jesus! He was out of his mind with hunger for her. Feasting at her feminine gash just wasn't enough… Yet to fuck her would mean his having to tug his mouth from her delicious inferno, and that was something he didn't want to do. The lust overpowering him was driving him totally out of his mind with a need for this teenage girl. He found it almost impossible to believe the lasciviously writhing naked wonder, heaving and churning under his lapping mouth was a young, immature fourteen-year-old. Yet that was precisely what she was. He was able to get to this not-fully-developed chick as easily as he had gotten to her mother. She was reacting so strongly, he found it hard to believe she wasn't putting on an act. But a fourteen-year-old girl, no matter how good, couldn't fake what this girl was going through. It took years of being a paid whore to be able to approximate this, and even then it wasn't always a successful imitation. This was the real thing, all right. And this young girl was behaving just as she felt.

Marge's mind continued spinning orgiastically. The girl no longer attempted to explain why she was feeling as she did, but accepted it, giving herself up to the heady bliss of each wonderful passing moment. Then she felt him hoisting her legs and forcing them lasciviously back, until her kneecaps touched her nipples. She sensed his huge, hot hands pressing behind the soft white thighs, pushing her widespread crotch until it was even more open, totally exposing the plane of her wanton cunt to the delightful lashing of his lapping tongue and sucking lips. She felt the thrilling, wet contact of his oral digit slide down and lick at the prunelike surface of her anus, licking and digging at the sensitive little orifice, sending searing thrills of lurid wonder flooding through her vibrating, helpless torso.