Pamela Cooper - Suck fest family

Already, tiny streams of pre-cum had begun to flow, soaking the front of her slacks.

Bill had felt the growing wave of the woman's lust. In one swift move he lifted her off her feet and carried her toward the bedroom. Even if Marge had wanted to do so, she could never have stopped him. All the strength of her body had drained away with the first feeling of his hands brushing and caressing her tits and cunt.

As he carried the woman through the hallway, Bill had begun kissing and licking at the exposed expanse of her pale, full tits.

The nipples had risen to meet his attack, trembling and pulsing with the blood that pounded through the pale veins that could be seen just beneath her skin.

He had placed her gently on the bed, removing her clothes as quietly as if she were asleep and he was afraid that he might accidentally awaken her.

Marge had lain there, naked and waiting, the creamy white flesh of her already moistened thighs open and waiting for him. But she had not been prepared for the sight of Bill nude.

He looked even better to her that way than he had with his clothes on. His chest was broad and hard-muscled, his stomach flat and rippling with strength. The entire expanse of his six feet two inches seemed perfection to her happy eyes. But the thing that made the sex starved widow gasp with both happiness and a little anxiety was his massive cock.

When Bill removed his tight jeans, Marge had seen his cock for the first time. It seemed to leap angrily from the confines of his jeans. Red and lustful, Bill's slab of prickmeat was a full nine inches long and six inches around. In its semi-hard condition, the cock pointed straight at the woman like a spear toward a target.

A tiny, clear drop of pre-cum had leaked from the piss-hole at the tip of his shaft and seemed to hang there just waiting for Marge to do something with it. She had not made him wait for long.

The woman had never seen anything like this. In amazement, she found herself scooting to the end of the bed to stare at Bill's beautifulprick.

As it bobbed only inches in front of her face, Marge had realized that there was one thing she wanted more than anything else in the world. She had cupped the full sac of his balls in one of her sweating palms. With the other hand she began caressing the blue-veined length of his prick.

More fluid had oozed from the cum-hole and Marge had slid her tongue slowly up the shaft of his cock, taking all the salty drops into her mouth to savor as if they were a fine wine. Indeed, they had seemed to be that for her.

Her late husband had always enjoyed her mouth on him, but Marge had only given him blow-jobs because she knew how much he liked them. This one had been for her. She had needed it, had to know the taste of his cock, had to feel the angry pulsing cockhead pushing its way into her thirsty mouth.

"Oh feed me, Bill," she had moaned between kisses and licks of his prick.

Then, with no warning whatsoever, Marge had sucked his huge spear deep into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she drove it, impaling her face until finally she had the full length of his cock into her. Her nose had rubbed in the coarse black hairs of his crotch as his cockhead throbbed and twitched in the depths of her throat."Are you hungry, baby?" Bill had teased as he gently pumped his ass back and forth, alternately impaling and then deserting her mouthwith his shaft.

"Ummmmm hmmmm," Marge had moaned around the thickness of his cock.

She had milked at the trembling sac of his nuts with her feverish hand, pulling the eggs gently in, feeling the heat that rose from the twin globes.

Bill had reached down to cup one of her firm tits in one hand while the other hand tightened its grip on the fiery lengths of her red hair. The rising wall of flame in his crotch told him that he was rapidly reaching the point of no return, and he wanted to hold that off as long as possible. He wanted to stretch out the feeling of her velvety tongue as it bathed and worshiped his throbbing cock. But he had soon realized that nothing would help. She was too hungry, too desperate for his cream.

Suddenly, all attempts at control crumbled.

"Oh yeah, Marge, suck it good!" the man had grunted through his clenched teeth. "I'm gonna blow your head full of jizz!"

Marge had felt the quick rush and quiver in his balls. She had looked up and seen his eyes fly wide as the first wave of his scalding cum splashed across the back of her throat.

Bill had grabbed her head in both of his hands and begun slamming back and forth. He had fucked her face like a stallion mounting a mare in heat.

Stream after stream of his sticky creams had poured from the quivering end of his piss hole, filling her face to the point that Marge'scheeks had puffed outward. She had tried desperately to swallow all of it, but there had seemed to be no end to the fountain of his jism.

Again and again she had swallowed convulsively the thick gobs of his juice. But each time there had seemed to be more than her cock-stabbed mouth could hold.

Rivulets of juice poured from each corner of her mouth as she tried to seal her lips around his cock. Twin, sticky streams of it trickled from her nostrils as it filled up the back of her throat and poured out.

With the first splash of hot jism, Marge had felt her own orgasm building. She had held her thighs tightly together, but that had only made the heat worse. In desperation, she had slid one hand down to her own cunt and touched the tender flesh of her clit.

An electric shock jolted through the woman's guts, making her thighs tremble and fly open in response.

"Aaaaaghhhhh!" she had shrieked through her cock-stuffed mouth.

Fires raged through her brain, ignited by the wracking convulsions of her cuntal walls.

Bill's fountaining cum had finally nearly stopped. Only an occasional spasmodic spurt of a few droplets still dumped onto her still thrashing tongue. Even so, Marge had been reluctant to release the limp shaft of his prick.

With obvious hesitancy, she had relaxed her grip on its meaty length. The cockhead hadpopped from her mouth and slid across the soft whiteness of her chin, smearing a film of Bill's cum across her lovely face.

She used the index finger of one hand to scrape the cum from her face and then licked the finger clean. All the while she watched to see the effect her movements were having on Bill Clay as he stood before her.

It had become obvious that the man was getting aroused again, in spite of the recent fierce sucking that she had given him.

"You missed some," he had breathed heavily, pointing at the cum-smeared mound of her left tit. "God forbid I should, let any of this delicious cream go to waste," she had teased never taking her eyes from the man's face as she bent her bead forward and pulled the huge globe of her tit upward to be sucked and licked clean by her full lips.

Bill's cock had begun climbing skyward again after only a moment of watching her teasing act. But Marge decided that she wanted to speed things up a bit.

Bending forward quickly she had grasped his growing prick fiercely. Then, in one breath, she sucked both of his quivering balls into the warm depths of her mouth.

Her tongue danced softly over them, feeling the veins fill with blood, pulsing whenever she licked at the trembling flesh.

"Oh baby," Bill had groaned "I've never known anyone who was as good a cock-suckeras you are."

"Oh no you don't," she said, pulling away from his trembling nuts with the sound of a sloppy plop. She gave his cock a hard tug. "You just finished filling my mouth with that big, hard cock of yours."

She scooted back on the bed and spread her knees as wide as they would go. The lips of her cunt, so full of her lust-blood that they looked ready to burst, stood wide and inviting as they pouted around the steaming wet depths of her pussy.