Pamela Cooper: Suck fest family

"You've got another hole to plug up now, buster," she smiled teasingly.

"With pleasure, lady," Bill had laughed, climbing between her dripping thighs.

He had hooked her feet over his shoulders, and while he grabbed a torturing handful of tit with one hand, he had used the other to slide his rampant cock up and down between her begging pussy lips.

"Christ," Marge moaned. "It's been so long since I had a man. Oh God! Fuck me, you big-cocked stallion! Shove my belly full of that cock of yours."

"Not so fast." Bill had taken his own opportunity to tease a bit. "I'll get there in my own good time."

Marge was a beautiful woman and Bill had wanted to take all the time that he needed to enjoy her loveliness. As he continued sliding his pulsing cockhead between her cunt lips and against the begging flesh of her clit, the manhad watched and studied his gorgeous playmate.

At thirty-two, Margin could easily have passed for a girl ten years younger. Her fiery red hair flew wildly around her face and down across her tits. And the tits themselves were a wonder to behold. Firm, full, even when Marge was lying down they didn't come close to flattening out. Her nipples were bright pink against the pale whiteness of her skin.

Her stomach muscles were firm, her belly flat. There didn't seem to be so much as an ounce of fat beneath the supple, sweating skin. He had watched the muscles ripple there as his cockhead again brushed against her hyper-sensitized clit.

Yet most important of all was down even farther. Marge's cunt was a thick jungle of flame-red cunt hairs. Tangled, matted, perfumed by the thick juices that she had already spent, the beautiful woolly pussy between her legs seemed to actually be reaching upward in its vain attempt to pull him inside. The lips pouted and sucked at his cock until finally he could stand no more of the teasing, overt though he himself was the one doing it.

With one swift motion he leaned down and buried the full length of his prick into Marge's guts. The pounding bead, slammed into the back wall of her, aunt and seemed determined not even to stop there.

Sometimes Bill liked to fuck soft and easy, other times he wanted it hard. This time hedefinitely wanted it hard, and that was just fine with Marge.

The starving woman had not had a man since her husband's death, and the only thing that could possibly have satisfied her rabid cunt was to be fucked madly. That was exactly what Bill gave her.

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard!" she grunted between her panting breaths. "Set my cunt on fire! Yessss!"

Over and over, in and out, the cum-slimed length of Bill's nine-inch cock slammed its way into Marge's private depths.

Oh Christ, she had thought to herself, I never had any Idea that a man's cock could feel so damned good! I want it to go on forever.

Nothing else mattered in the world. Nothing but the sliding length of cockmeat that dug its way into her guts. She lifted her ass from the bed using the leverage of her ankles hooked around Bill's neck, and rose to meet him with her own desperate lunges.

The fires had raced through her cunt, through her stomach and legs until Marge's entire being seemed to be consumed with one vast, burning, quivering convulsion.

"Now!" she screamed. "Oh God, Bill! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Her pleas had burned through the man's head. With a bellow like a rutting bull, Bill had slammed into her cunt with all the strength of his hard body.

Marge had felt as if she were going to be torn in half by his attack. But she didn't care. All that she had wanted was more and more and more-everything that the man had to give, an entire world of pounding cock that could fill her body all the way to the top.

Waves of climax raced through her guts, one after the other, until she thought that her heart would explode from the pressure.

"Oh Christ!" Bill moaned through clenched teeth. "Baby I'm gonna, I'm gonna.

"Yesssss, Marge cooed as she felt his huge cock begin to swell even more until it seemed her cunt would have to explode from the size of the thing.

"Blow my guts put," she begged, pulling him tight, his cock even deeper. "Fill my whole body with that delicious hot cum of yours!"

And he did. With no warning, Bill's body had suddenly stiffened. Then he had begun bucking wildly until Marge had been sure that he was going to tear through the back wall of her pussy.

Cum sprayed from his outraged piss-hole, flooding the squeezing mouth of the woman's cunt and splashing out from around her cuntlips to spill down into the red-furred crack of her ass.

More and more, wave after scalding wave of his bubbling jism slammed into the trembling walls of her pussy.

Suddenly, Marge went crazy. She thoughtthat she had already had her orgasm, but all the previous ones were only a mild rehearsal for the wave of insane pleasure that flooded her now. An inferno of lust blinded her eyes and deadened her ears until her only reality was his snorting cock, her only breath the odor of his sweating lust, her only joy the splashing of his jism into her body.

"Unh, unh, unh," she grunted as her tongue lashed out to moisten her dried lips. "Oh yesss! Don't stop! Don't ever stopppp!"

Slowly, surely, the flood of his cum subsided and em fell heavily across Marge's panting body. She had cradled his head in her arms and held him tight against the sweat-slickened softness of her tits.

There had never before been anything like her first time with Bill. Marge knew it then. Had known what it meant to be totally taken by a man and fucked the way a woman was really meant to be fucked.

Since Debbie had been staying with friends for the weekend, Marge had felt secure in asking Bill to stay over. It had been a dream come true for her. A loving man who wanted her, a chance to care for him, to give and receive the best sex that either of them had ever known before. But all too soon it was Sunday afternoon and Bill had been forced to leave.

Marge remembered standing in the hall as he opened the door to go out to his car and drive the hundred miles back to his own home and his son.

"I love you," she had said, looking up hopelessly into his eyes.

"I love you too, baby," he had said, pulling her tightly against his strong chest. "So, why won't you marry me?"

"I just don't know, Bill," Marge had said. "I'm so afraid of making another commitment to someone. I keep thinking about Debbie. She's lived in this house all of her life. All of her friends are here, the kids that she's gone to school with all her life.. And what about Randy? How's he going to feel about having a new mom and an instant sister move in?"

"Look," Bill had said, holding her away at arm's length, "we both know that there are going to be adjustments that we'll have to make. It won't just be the kids. Sure, they'll have to get used to all of us being together, but that shouldn't be a big problem."

He smiled. "And Debbie's a really pretty girl. She'll soon have a lot of new friends and probably more boyfriends than she'll know what to do with. I think that the biggest question is one that you have to ask yourself."

Marge had looked up in confusion.

"Do you," he had continued, "want to build a relationship with someone, someone who loves you and wants to take care of you? Or do you want to spend the rest of your life alone in this house?"

With that, he had kissed her goodbye and closed the door.

By the time he had started the car, Margehad known the answer to his question. But before she had time to get outside, Bill had driven away, heading for the freeway and his home.

The next week had been ridiculous. By the time Bill had arrived home, she had already called twice, leaving messages on his telephone recorder. Each time she had felt foolish, like a giddy schoolgirl with her first crush.