Marcia watched herself in the bathroom mirror as she carefully applied her make-up. She had the face of a sexy little nymphet and she knew it. She knew it was a face that Mr. Morgan, or Carl, as she should start thinking of him, would love to kiss. She thought of all the things the older man would like to do to her. She imagined him running his strong hands over her tits, imagined him pulling down her panties and planting a kiss on her triangular patch of pubic hair. She imagined him spreading her thighs and burying his hard cock in her cunt.
Pleased with her appearance, she left the bathroom and walked silently down the hallway. As she passed Tina's bedroom, she heard the sounds of people fucking and grinned at the thought of how horny those two kids were.
The Morgans' bedroom door was closed when she came to it. She rapped on it and waited for Carl to invite her in.
"Who is it?" the handsome older man called out.
"Marcia. I, uh, I'd like to talk to you."
"Come in."
She slipped into the bedroom and slowly shut the door behind her. Carl was stretched out on the bed, his large hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way and she admired his thick black hair. She longed to curl up against that fuzzy pelt and play with him for the rest of the afternoon.
"I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about what happened today," the young girl said.
"It's not your fault, Marcia."
The dark-haired nymphet moved next to the bed, waiting for the older man to invite her to sit down. When he didn't, she sat down on the bed anyway, thinking of how much nicer it would be to lay on the bed. All in good time, she told herself, resisting the urge to leap upon Carl's big body.
"Are you going to send me back to the orphanage, Mr. Morgan?" she asked in her best little girl voice.
"I don't know what the hell I'm going to do about anything, Marcia."
"Oh, Mr. Morgan, I don't want to go back to that place. I like it so much more here!"
Marcia held her head in her hands as if she were stifling back tears. Carl immediately sat up on the bed and moved next to her. He put his arm around her and comforted her.
"Hey, don't cry, Marcia. Whatever you do, just don't cry. You're a good kid, honey, you'll make it no matter what happens."
She rested her head on his massive, hairy chest. His smell was overpoweringly sexy, lusty and manly. He wished he would throw her down on the bed and fuck her!
"Oh, Mr. Morgan, I feel so incredibly terrible about everything. Gosh, I didn't mean to make you and Mrs. Morgan fight."
"That's not your fault, dear," he said, patting her shoulder. "We weren't getting along long before you came here."
"Would you like to talk about it?" she said.
Her head was still resting on his chest, and the voluptuous young girl was pleased that he didn't seem to want to pull away from her soft body.
"Our sex life is miserable, Marcia."
"Oh, you poor man."
She gently moved her head back and forth on his chest very slightly. She didn't want to scare him off.
"Ellen doesn't enjoy sex at all lately. And it, well, I like it quite a bit."
"Gosh, that's terrible. Has it been a while since you've, uh, you know."
He chuckled and said, "Yes, quite a while." The young girl decided to take a chance and quickly pursed her lips and pressed them to the older mans nipple. His whole body stiffened for a moment but he didn't push her away. She continued to kiss his nipple, flicking her tongue out and licking him.
"When I was single I used to go with girls who loved to fuck, Marcia. Girls who just couldn't seem to get enough of it. I really miss that, honey."
"I can imagine," she whispered huskily.
Still she kissed his nipple. Then she slowly lowered a hand down to the bulge at the crotch of his pants and caressed the hard lump through the polyester material.
"Tell me about the girls you used to have, Carl," Marcia said, still caressing the cock inside his pants.
"There was one who looked quite a bit like you, Marcia," he said, his voice lost in memories. "She was wild. We'd drive around in my car and she'd play with my prick while I drove."
"Like this?" Marcia said with a giggle.
"Yes, except she'd open my pants up and take my cock out."
Marcia slowly unbuttoned the older man's pants. She reached inside and pulled his prick out, pulling the front of the shorts down to get to it. She was amazed at how huge his cock was. It was at least nine inches long and almost as thick around as her wrist!
"Then what would she do?" she asked.
"Oh, she'd just stroke my prick and play with it."
"Like this?"
"Yes, just like that."
Marcia wrapped her fingers around Carl's prick and slowly stroked the tight ring her hand made up and down the hard piece of meat. Carl groaned and lay back on the bed.
"This girl I used to know had an unbelievable mouth, Marcia. She really knew how to suck a cock, I mean, I've never had a woman who could suck my cock better than she could."
Marcia quickly lowered her head to the huge prick which thrust up from the older man's loins. She opened her mouth wide and took his cock inside her. He tasted marvelously sexy. The huge, mushroom-shaped head of his cock pressed up against the roof of her mouth as she took a few inches of him inside her mouth. And pressed her tongue tightly against the underside of the cock, capturing it securely with her lips and tongue and teeth and fleshy inner part of her mouth.
"Mmmm, baby. This girl could take my cock all the way down her throat. I don't know how, but it was really unbelievable! I mean, I know how big I am, but she could take my prick all the way in. Christ, it was so great!"
Marcia slowly lowered her mouth down on Carl's cock. Inch after inch slid inside her, over her tongue, against the roof of her mouth, and finally, down her throat. Her nose pushed into his thick mat of pubic hair and she wondered at how great he smelled.
When he was all the way in her, the young girl slid the meat of her mouth back up over his prick until only his bloated cock-head was captured between her lips. She ran her tongue along it and sighed when she felt a tiny droplet of pre-cum ease out of the little slit in the tip.
"You taste great, Carl," she said, pulling her mouth away from his cock for a moment.
"That's just what she used to say," he replied, smiling down at her. "She was the only girl I knew who would let me cum inside her mouth."
"I bet you really enjoyed that."
"I loved it. Ellen would never let me do that."
Marcia smiled. "I don't see why," she said. "I love the taste of the stuff."
"Do you really?"
"Yes. Would you like to cum in my mouth, Carl?"
The older man grunted a yes and quickly pulled Marcia's head back to his prick. She opened her mouth again and quickly slid her lips down over the entire length of his pulsating cock. His hugness was mind blowingly sexy, and as she pumped her mouth up and down the length of his cock-shaft, she thought of how it would be to have this awesome thing inside her pussy, fucking away at her. But she knew how much he wanted to cum in her mouth, and she just couldn't keep him from doing that. She wondered if a man his age could cum twice in rapid succession.
"Baby, fuck that mouth of yours. It's so Goddamn soft and wet and slurpy! Oh, baby, suck that cock of mine! Suck it! Suck me off, doll!"
She wrapped a hand around his unbelievably thick cock and jacked him off as she sucked on him. She slid her hand and mouth up and down his prick as quickly as possible, letting his cock-head slide into the back of her mouth and against her throat with each of the long strokes.
"Fuck, Marcia. Oh fuck, just keep doing that, dammit. Fuck, I'm gonna cum already!"
Suddenly, without warning, she felt a massive load of jism spurt out of the tip of his cock and down her throat. It surprised her and she almost choked, but then she set about swallowing the hot load.
"Mmmmmm… Unnnnnnnggggggg… Marcia, suck it, swallow it, baby. Fucking swallow it!"
Carl shook and quivered as the young girl swallowed down all of his warm cum. It tasted good. She took her mouth away from him and ran her tongue along it, getting any stray droplet of jizz she had missed the first time around.
"Did you like that?" she asked, smiling up at him.
"Fuck yes! God, I didn't think I'd cum so quick."
"You must have really been horny."
"I was. Christ, I haven't shot a load off in days."
Marcia climbed up on the bed beside the handsome older man and rested her head on his massive chest. He ran his hands over her soft body, coming back again and again to her tits and her ass. She got his hint and, sitting up on the bed, took her shirt off. She loved the way he stared at her full tits, wide eyed and excited.
"Like them?" she asked.
"I love them."
She laughed and pulled his face in between her tits. Darting his tongue out, he covered her soft flesh with his sticky, erotic saliva. He wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and gently sucked at it. Marcia closed her eyes and let the lusty sensations build up in her pussy. Not able to stand it any longer, she quickly pulled her pants off. Grabbing his hand, she pressed it down to her pussy.
"Play with me, Carl," she begged.
He plunged a finger into her slippery cunt and, slowly revolving it about, mumbled horny words against her tits. As he finger-fucked her, she reached a hand out for his soft prick and slowly began to stroke it, ever so gently at first, but harder and harder as it responded to her touch.
"Carl, that's the spot, baby, that's it – right there!"
He had found her little clitoris, and with every stroke of his thick middle finger he pressed against it, making her feel hot and tingly all over. The sensations were unbelievable! The mouth on her nipple, the finger in her pussy – she just had to have his cock in her!
Still stroking his cock, the young girl began to whisper lusty words into his ear. "You like my tight little pussy, don't you, honey? You like what I do to your prick, the way I play with it, the way I put my lips around it, the way I sucked on it."
Her words were having the desired effect on him. After years of living with his uptight, frigid wife, Marcia knew this was exactly what the older man needed – a real woman, a woman who was whorish at the right times.
"I bet you'd like to bury that big fucking prick of yours in my pussy, wouldn't you, baby?"
"Yes, God, yes! Christ, I just gotta fuck you!"
His mind was ready to fuck, but his cock was not yet fully hard. Marcia quickly slid around on the bed so her mouth was down at his prick. She ran her tongue along it, slurping loudly. She parted her lips and pushed them around his pulsating cock-shaft. He was almost completely hard now, and she knew that within a matter of moments they would be wildly fucking.
She felt his tongue dart into her pussy and gave a little jump of delighted surprise. He had maneuvered around on the bed so his mouth could get to her tiny cunt-hole. He was stroking his tongue in and out of her hot pussy gash. Spreading her thighs wide, the young girl buried her hands in Carl's hair and pulled him tightly against her.
"Ellen never lets me do this to her," Carl groaned from between her thighs.
"You can do it to me all you like, baby. I fucking love it!"
She slid his prick back into her mouth as he sucked on her cunt. She couldn't believe how nice it felt to have a mouth on her pussy again a talented mouth was almost as good as a cock.
The older man and the young girl sucked and kissed at each others organs for long minutes. But when Carl was fully hard, Marcia realized that she just had to have him inside her. She quickly pulled her mouth away from his prick and crawled up on top of his strong, hairy body. Straddling his hips, she planted a kiss on either side of him. She reached beneath her for the huge cock which thrust upward from his loins and, positioning herself over it, carefully impaled herself on it.
As his prick slid into her. Marcia marveled at how huge and thick he was. He split her cunt-lips apart more thoroughly than any cock ever had, and, she guessed, probably more than any cock ever would. There just couldn't be that many pricks in the world as massive as his.
When he was all the way in her cunt, the young girl smiled down at him. His eyes were open, but he seemed not to see a thing. He was totally lost in the pleasure of a young pussy.
"Like it, Carl?" she moaned.
"I, God, I love it, baby. I fucking love your tiny cunt!"
Arching her back, Marcia slid herself up the length of his prick. It was amazing how it filled her when only the head of his cock was in her, she slipped back down it, moaning and grunting as she did so. She sat on him for a moment, caressing his powerful chest with her hands. Throwing her head back in the air, she let out a loud moan of pleasure.
Again she pulled herself back up his prick. And again she pushed the meat of her pussy back down around his cock. She fell over him and humped her ass up and down in the air, giving him one of the wildest fucks he had ever experienced.
"Carl, you're so fucking huge! Carl, damn, fuck my little pussy, honey, fuck me!"
The older man wrapped his arms around the little girl's tiny back and humped himself up into her as quickly as possible. Her cunt was in excruciatingly tight around his prick, tighter than any woman he had ever had. He wondered for a moment why he was staying with his frigid wife when there were so many incredibly hot girls in the world.
As her wet cunt-hole continued to slide up and down his cock, the older man forgot all about his wife and thought only on the great fuck he was receiving from this girl. He grabbed her ass-cheeks with his hands and gripped them as tightly as he could without hurting her. He looked up into her face and thought of how lucky he was that such a beautiful young girl would desire him, would want to fuck him.
Her face was the picture of lusty innocence, a child who was almost a woman and who already knew the best way to enjoy her body. It was the ecstatic face of a girl who fucked constantly, simply for the pleasure of it.
"Carl, fuck me you hunk! Damn, fuck me, honey fuck me till I cum!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll fuck you, baby. I'll fuck you and fuck you for just as long as you can take it."
The girl smiled inwardly and outwardly. She was glad she could give pleasure to this sad, older man. And it was incredibly enjoyable for her, too. She felt an orgasm building up within her with each long stroke of his cock into her pussy. She knew it was only a matter of moments until she came, and knew that he would be able to fuck her long enough even after that for her to cum a second time.
"Baby, Carl, I'm cumming, doll, I'm fucking cumming!"
Just as the orgasm jolted through her body, she heard the sound of frigid Ellen Morgan from the doorway of the bedroom.
"Is there no end to this?" the woman cried aloud, and Marcia heard the sound of a limp body falling to the floor.