Pamela Cooper: Suck fest family

By the time Bill had returned her calls, Marge had been a nervous wreck. Then and there they made plans to be married the very next weekend. Within a week after that, Marge and Debbie had been moved, bag and baggage, into Bill's and Randy's house. Everything had gone extremely well, even her daughter's acceptance of a new father and brother.

Marge lay on the bed, thinking about the turn of their lives, and she realized that for the first time since Charlie's death, she felt safe and secure. There was no emptiness any longer.. Everything had been filled.

Bill had crawled up beside her to let her rest for a moment. In that brief time, he had dozed off.

He was curled up against her, his slightly parted lips just close enough to one of her tits to send a soft stream of air onto her nipple and arouse it into full erection. In his sleep, Bill licked his lips. His tongue barely brushed against the hard, straining flesh of her nipple. Marge felt a tiny shock rush all the way fromher tit to her cunt, setting the juices flowing downward. She knew then what she wanted.

Gently disengaging herself from Bill's encircling arm, Marge slid down the bed until his limp cock was exactly where she wanted it to be.

Very carefully, to keep from waking him too soon, the woman slid the moistness of her lips around the head of his sleeping cock. Then, she quickly took the whole thing into her mouth until her nose was buried in his cock hairs and begun sucking gently. She could feel the slumbering mass of his prick begin stirring in her wet mouth.

This was her favorite way of awakening her husband, and Marge knew that from the way he reacted that Bill was rather fond of the game himself.

Slowly, his eyes opened and focused on what his wife was doing. "You trying to tell me something, lady?" he teased.

"Um hmm," she moaned around the meaty girth of his hard cock.

"You hungry?" he asked.

Marge didn't bother answering this time. She simply took the head of his prick deep into the muscular well of her throat.

"Oh yeah, you're hungry," Bill growled, turning himself onto his knees without ever dislodging his wife's sucking mouth from his rock-hard slab of cockmeat.

Marge made grunting, slurping noises as he positioned himself in front of her.

Marge was on her hands and knees and had to use both hands to brace herself up to keep from falling. Yet, she didn't mind. Whatever Bill wanted to do was just fine with her as long as she could have all the delicious cum she wanted.

Bill started humping his hips gently back and forth. Pulling his cock out until only the head remained against her lips and tongue, then sliding it back again into her oral depths until the head lodged deep into her throat.

At the same time he could reach one hand underneath to grab a handful of tit while sliding a middle finger into her asshole from behind.

The movement brought a small squeal of pain from Marge's prick-stuffed mouth, but it was only momentary. The razor-thin line between pain and pleasure is a tricky area at best, and before she had time to realize that his invasion of her ass had hurt, the pain was replaced by intense jolts of pleasure from his wriggling finger.

"Oh yeah, honey," Bill moaned, humping against her face just a little harder with every plunging quiver of her ass as she pushed it back against his hand. "Fuck your pretty shitter on it, baby! Fuck your face on my big cock!"

"Uhm, uhm, uhmmmmm!" Marge grunted as she slurped and sucked at her husband's plunging prick.

Oh God, yes, Marge thought to herself asher husband rammed his massive prick all the way into her throat. She could feel the quivering in his balls, the swelling of his cockhead, and knew instinctively that she was about to be drowned in her favorite beverage.

Ummmm, yes, she whispered silently. Flood me! Fill my mouth, my throat, my belly! Pump me full of your beautiful, hot cum!

Bill's prick exploded into the pleading depths of her slurping cunthole.

Debbie tried to concentrate on the history book in front of her, but found it impossible. The weather was beautiful, and she just simply didn't feel like sitting indoors and reading about the Industrial Revolution in England.

What she really wanted to do was to get into her stepbrother Randy's pants, she decided. Ever since she and her mom had moved in with Bill and Randy, she had had her big blue eyes on the teen's bulging young crotch. But Randyseemed to be really shy around her.

Everytime Debbie had tried getting close to her good-looking new relation, the teen had managed to escape on his motorbike or lock himself away in the sanctuary of his room.

"That's it," she said, a lecherous grin spreading over her horny young face. "I'll get him with that damned motorbike."

Going outside, he stood for a moment in the open door of the garage. Randy was bent over the bike tinkering with the engine. He was so absorbed that he hadn't even noticed her coming up.

"Hi, Randy," Debbie purred sexily.

The teen was so startled that he nearly turned his bike over in the process of standing up.

"Oh, un, hi Deb," he stammered, blushing furiously and averting his eyes.

The girl tucked her hair back behind one ear and then arched her back to display the fullness of her tits. Debbie had a body rivaled only by her mother's own glorious figure. Still, there were major differences between the two women.

Where Marge was a flaming redhead, her daughter had a long mane of shining blonde hair so startling that no man who saw her could help but imagine the golden glories that must rest between her shapely young thighs.And if no other man could ignore her obvious charm, Randy was certainly no exception.

Since his new mother, and sister had moved in, Debbie had been constantly on the teen's mind.

It had never been a matter of Randy's trying to avoid her. It was only that whenever she came around, Randy became so flustered that he grew embarrassed and could think of nothing at all to say to her.

When she sidled up and positioned herself between him and his bike, rubbing one slender finger across the smooth surface of the machine's gas tank, the teen wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground from embarrassment.

"Heh, Randy," Debbie cooed, coyly turning her head away and watching him out of the corner of her eye. "When are you going to take me for a ride on your bike?"

She brushed one tit casually against his arm and saw his immediate reaction of shock.

"Oh," he stammered, "I don't know, uh, Deb. Anytime you want, I guess." He swallowed hard.

"Well," she smiled, climbing onto the back of the bike's saddle, "there's no time like the present. Why don't we take a run out by the lake?" "Well, uh, sure," the teen gulped. "Why not."

Together, the teenagers rolled away in acloud of smoke and dust toward the highway. Chambers Lake was a quiet spot in the hills.A three acre body of quiet water that filled a good part of the valley with marshes where water birds and frogs were the only source of noise. A local ordinance had forbidden motor driven boats of any kind, so only canoes, rowboats, and the occasional sailboat broke the pristine surface by their passing.

Hushed thickets marked the boundaries of the lake. Small streams trickled down from the surrounding hillsides. Hidden glades were in abundance, and it was into one of these that Randy drove and parked his bike.

The engine died and immediately the teenagers were surrounded by the stillness of the wooded hills.

Debbie climbed off the bike, followed closely by Randy. She looked around the spot with obvious delight. Stretching her arms wide, she inhaled deeply, drawing her lungs full of the fresh forest air and at the same time expanding the beautiful fullness of her tits.