Pamela Cooper: Suck fest family

Give it to me! Her mind screamed silently. Blow me clear off the bed with your loads. Then her passion grew too much to allow her silence.

"Sweet-fuckin'-Jesus!" Marge screamed asshe felt herself falling over the edge of sanity into a bottomless chasm of lust madness.

"Fuck me hard… faster! Fuck my cock lovin' brains out!"

At the same instant the thrashing mad woman began flexing and clamping with the iron muscles of her pussy and steaming asshole.

"Goddammit!" Dave bellowed as Marge's ass began to milk his plunging cock like an automatic milking machine.

"Fuckin' hell!" Randy grunted at the feeling of his step-mother's pussy snapping and sucking at his swollen slab of cockmeat.

"Aaaaaarghhhhh!" Marge shrieked as her orgasm nearly took the top of her head off.

Her hot cream flooded into the steamy depths of her pussy and it set off Randy's own explosive blast. Wads of thick, pungent cum blew from the end of his angry cockhead and sprayed its salty add against the convulsing walls of his step-mother's already flooded pussyhole.

It was like kerosene on flames, or wind on a brushfire. The splash of Randy's gushing lava sent Marge thrashing through an entirely new series of wild orgasms.

She threw her head from side to side in total abandon to her passionate madness. Like a rabid bitch, she bit and gnashed at the air. She clawed herself and the teen whose cock slat rode. Then Dave's own volcanic blast hit her straight up the quivering tube of her asshole.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuckkkk meeeeee!" she wailed.

Totally out of control, she threw herself up and down on the two pumping pricks until her cunt and ass had sucked both sets of balls dry of every drop of their greasy jism.

Exhausted, the three sprawled across the bed. Marge discovered, much to her surprise, that when she rolled off of Randy she had taken Dave along with her. His limp cock was still lodged deep in the warm tube of her ass.

Softly she began flexing the muscles of her ass, feeling the familiar sensation of a hardening cock growing in her asshole. Behind her, Dave grunted in his exhaustion. But he seemed determined to give her one more quick fuck, since she wanted it so badly.

As the teen slowly reamed in and out of her ass, Marge squirmed around on the bed until Randy's prick was in reach of her insatiable mouth.

With quick, soft kisses and lickings, she got him back up. In no time at all the teens were pumping even more of their hot cream into her body.

Marge moaned softly as she lay quietly and allowed the two handsome young studs to use her like a submissive piece of flesh.

This is so lovely, she told herself as Randy's cock lodged itself deep in her throat and Dave's prick wormed its hot way up her bowels. There's something wonderfully comforting in just letting them have their way withme, in just lying here, feeling their beautiful pricks shooting me full again.

When the two teens had finished, Marge climbed from the bed after giving them both a kiss.

"Dave," she smiled down, giving his limp cock one last fond pat, "I think that it's about time that you headed home. It's getting late. And you," she turned to Randy. "I'll see you later. Right now I think that I'd better go see what's happened to Debbie. I only hope your dad hasn't taken his anger out on her."

Debbie went to her room and pulled on a bathrobe before starting the search for her stepfather. It was then that she heard him rummaging around in the spare room down the hall.

"Dad?" she called as she heard his footsteps nearing her open door. "Dad, is that you?"

Bill stepped to the door and glared down at the teenaged girl. "You Goddamnedslut!" the enraged man bellowed at her.

Before Debbie had time to react, her stepfather walked into the room and slapped her hard with the flat of his hand, sending belt tumbling back onto the bed. She sprawled across the bedspread. Her robe, held together only with a. sash, flew open both at the top and bottom and one of her firm, young tits fell out. Beneath, her legs were thrown open; exposing the pink gash of her sweet, blonde cunt.

"Dad!" she screamed. "You hit me!" "You're Goddamned straight I hit you!" he snarled. "You and your slut mother both deserve a hell of a lot more than I just gave you!"

It was then that Debbie saw what the enraged man was carrying. Clutched in his right hand was the short, knotted length of a small whip that Bill had bought on one of his trips to Mexico. It was, in reality, a riding crop. Debbie could feel the sting of its deceptively soft braid and hear the singing whistle of it rushing through the air simply by looking at it. She realized just what he meant to do with it.

"NO, Dad, no!" the young girl shrieked, rolling away from him and covering her head with her arms.

She heard the whistle of his whip for real then, and the sting of the lash as it flicked across her lovely, soft hip was even worse than she had imagined it would be.

She screamed as the burning agony ran its way up her hip. It seemed to pierce the very soles of her bare feet and worm its way into the backs of her eyes.

Knowing that the convulsion of pain had thrown her body open to another blow, Debbie again buried her head in her arms and waited. But the blow never fell. Cautiously, she raised her arms and looked at her stepfather.

Bill was staring first at her and then at the small whip that hung limply in his hand. It was as if he were staring at the hand of a stranger, a man who could lay a leather whip against the flesh of a beautiful young girl and make her scream in agony. He seemed to find it impossible that he himself could be that man. Had he really swung the braided leather and lashed the gorgeous, naked ass of his step-daughter?

"Debbie?" he looked at her as if thinking she could explain what had happened to him in that one instant of rage. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry for that."

"Dad," the girl began crying and opened her arms toward Bill. Instantly he went to her bed and threw himself into her arms, sobbing.

"Oh, baby," he purred softly into her ear. "I didn't really mean to hurt you-or your mom, either. I guess I just went a little crazy for a minute."

"I know, Dad," Debbie said, her sobs subsiding as the pain and fear of the riding crop faded into the back of her mind. "Anybodycan lose control every once in a while." She raised his head in both of her hands. "But dad, there was no reason for you to be mad at mom. All she did was a different version of what you and I did yesterday?'

She kissed him softly, letting her sweet tongue slide hotly across his lips. "You know," she continued, "it doesn't have anything to do with the way mom feels about you. No more than you and I making love had anything to do with the way you feel about mom. We're family. We share things just like other families. Maybe some families don't share each other in bed, but there's no reason that we can't since I'm not really your daughter and Randy's not really related to mom or me."

She pulled his head down and nuzzled his lips against the firm white flesh of her tit. "You know what?" she asked. "I couldn't love you anymore if you were really my dad."

"Oh baby," Bill moaned softly, looking down into the lovely depths of her eyes.

"No," she said, putting her hand aver his lips. "No more words."

The young girl untied the sash of her robe and drew it open. At the sync time, she took one of his hands and pressed it firmly across one of her tits.

"Just show me, Dad," she whispered huskily. "Show me how much you love your girl."

Bill fell forward, sucking her tit deep into his mouth as if he meant to swallow the whole mound of flesh in one starving gulp. The nipple rose to greet his tongue. He clenched it in his teeth until a tiny squeal of pain and delight rose in the back of Debbie's throat. Then he began whipping at the rubbery piece of tit-flesh with his lashing tongue.