Pamela Cooper: Suck fest family

Debbie squirmed in anticipation, a cat in heat flipping its tail over to one side to allow its fuck-partner to get a clear shot at its dripping hole. But this was no, cat.

This was Marge's own daughter. The one who she had tucked into bed. The one who she had nursed through childhood diseases. The one who had always come to her with her tears and hugs whenever something was wrong.

And here was her husband-Debbie's own stepfather-humping against the teenager as if she were some whore off the street!

Marge's mind shrieked with the outrage of what she was seeing. She wanted to run into the room, to beat and claw at the man who was her husband. The man to whom she had given her body. She wanted to hurt him. And she wanted to hurt Debbie for daring to take her man and give her young body to him to use. Yet there was nothing the woman could do, nothing except watch.

She stood frozen, a rigid bystander whose own body was betraying her outrage.

Marge felt her nipples pushing against the cloth of her thin blouse. They ached with the traitorous hunger of her flesh. Before she realized it the woman slid one hand inside her blouse and was working the angry nipples.Individually and together, she twisted and caressed their rubbery hardness. Her other hand had a life of its own, sliding through the side vent of her wrap-around skirt and seeking the already dripping gash of her cunt.

The finger found its mark, slipping greasily up and down the weeping slash, massaging her throbbing clit until it had to scream in unison with her hunger.

Marge watched, panting, as Bill planted his cockhead firmly against her daughter's quivering asshole and poked it through.

The young girl grunted, pushing backward and trapping the swollen head within the tight, itching ring of her ass. For a moment it seemed to lodge there, held in place by the strength of her muscles. Then, with one savage push and an explosion of pent-up breath, Debbie pushed herself backward. She impaled her asshole on her stepfather's throbbing cock and ground her hips in tight circles, trying to suck his thick slab of meat even deeper into her girlish body.

"Aaaaaah, Christ!" the girl shrieked, her motions becoming more frenzied with each second. "It hurts, but it hurts sooooo good!" She began hunching back even harder. "Fuck it, Dad! Fuck out my tight ass! It itches. Oh Dad, scratch my itch! Make it hurt deeper, Dad! Hurt me!"The girl's passion seemed to enflame Bill's hunger even more and Marge saw her husband raise himself over her daughter's thrashing ass cheeks and begin pounding his cockmeat homeup the girl's asshole.

The older woman groaned softly as she felt her own driving finger carrying her nearer and nearer the brink of orgasm.

Fire lanced through her nipples as she bruised them with her own hand. The flames seemed to crawl through the firm flesh of her belly and stab at the wet, rippling depths of her cunt.

Marge wanted to stop what she was doing. But in spite of her motherly outrage, in spite of her shock at seeing her man ass-fucking another woman, the sight turned her on.

She rubbed harder at the quivering nubbin of her clit. Twisting and pinching, pulling at it just as if she were jacking off a small version of her husband's cock, Marge dragged her mind onward. She wanted to scream her passion and hate, but couldn't. She couldn't let them hear, couldn't let them know that she was getting her own excitement just by watching what they were doing,

"Fuck me, Dad!" Debbie began screaming. "Fuck, fuck, fuck meeeeeee!"

The girl's voice trailed away into a pitiful mewing sound that rose from the back of her throat and pleaded with the rutting man that rode her dripping ass.

"You want my big cock, baby?" Bill gasped, reaching under his stepdaughter's belly and grabbing a firm young tit in each of his rough hands. "You want me to spray your asshole full of nice, hot cum?"

"Ohhhhh, yessssss!" the teenager grunted, biting at her lower lip as pain and pleasure traced mad patterns across her beautiful face.

"Ream my shitter, Dad," she moaned.

Suddenly Debbie's eyes flew wide as she felt a wave of fire sweep through her quivering guts, and the girl began pounding with the first of her orgasms.

"Fuck it, you big-cocked bastard!" she suddenly screamed. "Fuck it now!"

Marge knew what that must mean, knew what the girl was feeling. How many times before had she felt the same thing herself? Her husband's monstrous cock rammed deep into the brown tunnel of love that was her wet, quivering asshole. There was an awesome itch about it that nothing in the world could satisfy except a deep-planted cock. There was fire and shivering ice that swept in waves through all the sensitive flesh around her crotch.

Yessss, Marge groaned silently, imagining the way it must feel to have Bill's thick slab of meat throbbing inside her own ass. Yesss, baby. Fuck it good. Fuck it harder and harder!

Then the woman realized what she was saying. No, she thought to herself. No, I can't stand any more of this.

Yet, still she watched. Marge felt her own knees begin to quiver with the first waves of it that she knew signaled her climax. Bill began hunching savagely against Debbie. His huge, swollen balls slapped wetly against the back of the teenager's legs with thesplattering promise of gallons of cum.

Marge licked her lips, feeling the heat of her body rise into her throat and dry out her mouth.

She was hungry for cock from watching the two. If there had been another man around at that instant, she would have ripped his pants off in her desperate need for a prick-any prick whatsoever.

Bill's hands tore at the young girl's tits, leaving red welts across their soft, fleshy mounds. He clawed and pulled at the nipples. And through her own memory, Marge felt those hands.

Her guts began churning and boiling with the hunger. Her cunt itched for a pounding cock. Her asshole ached all through its empty depths. Her mouth watered, hungry for the taste of a dripping prick to be sliding into the back of her throat. On and on she pushed herself, watching the two people she loved most in the world fucking on the floor before her.

Bill's body became suddenly rigid, frozen in the instant of supreme lust. Debbie seemed to sense it and Marge saw her young daughter begin to hump furiously.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ!" Bill bellowed between gasping breaths. Suddenly he too began hunching forward, pounding his ramrod deep into the girl's belly.

"Yesss!" Debbie screamed as the first of his thick, load of scalding cum sprayed like astream of hot acid into her rippling asshole.

Marge watched them go over the edge, saw the first gobs of her husband's cream as it began splashing out of her daughter's ass and began running down the girl's hard, young thighs.

Then she too joined them in their insanity. The woman felt streams of fuck-juice begin pouring from her own cunt. Her hand was soaked and the cream darkened the front of her skirt as the material jumped and jerked from the insane movements of her hand.

She wanted to cry and laugh with the confused emotions that she underwent. But all she could do was lean against the doorway and watch her daughter and husband. There was simply no strength left in her pain-and-sex-racked flesh.

Debbie and Bill collapsed in a heap upon the thick pile of the living room carpeting. Marge watched as the thick, still-swollen knob of the man's cock popped wetly out of her daughter's ass

As Bill rolled off onto his side, Marge saw Debbie slide down until her face was only a few inches from the pulsing shaft of the man's cock.

"Oh, Dad," the young girl sighed, her warm breath moving the thick hairs that grew around the base of the man's prick. "That was so good." She leaned, forward and kissed the purple cockhead and Marge saw it quiver. The headand shaft of Bill's prick were beslimed with his own cum and Debbie's juices, and the young girl ran her long hot tongue up the blue-veined cock.