Marge Sayre awakened to the feel of a fat dick sensually worming its way in between the sleep-warm cheeks of her voluptuous ass.
"Mmm," she sighed, smiling as she clenched her buttocks around the forefront of her lover's erection and snuggled back into his embrace. "And just what do you think you're up to this morning?"
"As if you didn't know," the big redhead chuckled. He'd worked her nightgown up around her trim waist; now he pulled the front of it higher, cupping her clefted mound with one hand, rubbing it with an up and down motion as he tweaked the sensitive brown cones of the forty-three-year-old woman's embarrassingly small tits. Marge was nearly flat-chested and never went anywhere without wearing falsies in her bra. "Come on, baby, relax the buns. Daddy wants to go up the old dirt road."
"Oh, honey, don't," she protested, and winced as she felt his hard glans wedging insistently into her tiny rectum. "Your cock's so big. It hurts me too much."
"Don't hand me that." He captured her tumid nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began pinching down on them. "You like it when I hurt you. Am I hurting you now? Am I pinching those little-girl titties hard enough for you yet?"
"Ohhh! Stop it, Frank! Damn it, not so hard!"
"It's turning you on, isn't it?" he demanded.
She nodded. "You know it… oooh… is! I can't help it."
"Yeah," the six-foot-three redhead gloated. "And you can't help turning on to fanny-fucking either, once we get going good. Now roll over on your stomach and spread your cheeks for me like a nice little slut."
"Please don't force me, honey. Not this morning. You know you have to get me drunk and work me up good before I can relax enough to – ouch – enjoy that!"
"Crap," he hissed, and rolled away from her. "No wonder your husband ran off with another cunt. Okay, okay… get on your back and spread 'em. Or is it asking too much to expect a piece of puss off you?"
Marge glanced at the clock. "Couldn't you wait till tonight? The alarm will be going off soon. I'm afraid Kenny will hear us."
Kenny was her nine-year-old son, who was sleeping for the first time on the couch in the living room of Frank Dixon's shoddy, three-room walk-up apartment near the business district of downtown Albuquerque.
"Sonofabitch!" Frank, who was eight years younger than Marge, cursed through gritted teeth. "I knew it wouldn't work, bringing that kid and his dog in here. Why the hell couldn't you have left 'em with your mother?"
She rolled onto her side and snuggled up to the handsome younger man, her thigh resting on his legs and her fingers toying with the patch of coppery hair at the center of his broad chest.
"Darling, don't be that way," she wheedled. "Love me?"
He broke into a grin, "Better believe it, little tits, even if you are old and skinny."
"Don't say that!" she whined. "You know how sensitive I am about the size of my breasts. Besides, I'm only a year older than you," she said, continuing the lie she'd told him when he had picked her up in a cafe a month ago. "And I am not skinny… at least not from the waist down."
"I'll say. It was them long, shapely legs that made me do a double take when I seen you the first time. And that gorgeous rump, the way you was swingin' it, I damn near creamed my jeans. Hell, no, you're not skinny, and I dig them little-girl titties, too, if you want to know the truth. Each one of 'em is a just-right mouthful with nothing goin' to waste. I was only teasing. Don't you know that by now?"
"I guess so," she replied, and kissed his beard-stubbled cheek. "But I wish you wouldn't. I love you with all my heart, and it hurts my feelings when you make fun of the way I'm built. And you know I didn't have any choice about bringing Kenny here. Mother disowned me when she found out I was living with you. I had to get Kenny away from her before she went to court and tried to have me declared an unfit mother. She threatened to. You know she did."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Kenny's my son. He belongs with me. If we're going to live together, our home has to be Kenny's home too. You said you understood."
"Yeah," Frank agreed grudgingly. "But I got a feeling that kid's gonna come between us."
"Oh, darling, no. Be patient. When I find a job, we'll rent a house so Kenny can have his own bedroom. Everything will be fine then. You'll see. We'll be so happy."
"Sure, baby, but in the meantime, how about making your daddy happy this morning?" he said with a grin, and placed her hand on his erected penis.
Marge wrapped her slender, red-nailed white fingers around the standing column of pulsing turgidity and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Slowly she began moving her hand up and down on the slightly upward-curved shaft, popping the rubbery foreskin on and off the blood-engorged crown.
"You go for that hunk of meat, don't you?"
"You know I do," she sighed. Her head was resting on his shoulder now, her hazel eyes watching his dong as her hand stroked it.
"Show me how much you like it."
He put his hand on her head and began pushing it down toward his loins, her disheveled, shoulder-length brunette hair trailing behind, tickling his chest then his stomach. The first time he'd gotten the deserted wife and mother to go down on him, he'd had to get her drunk and slap her a couple of times to make her come around. No longer. Once she'd had a taste of cock, she went for it in a big way. Oh, she still thought it was dirty and degrading, but that only made it more exciting for both of them. No matter what she said, Frank knew she loved it when he fed her the old fuckstick. He had her number, all right. At least he was satisfied in his own mind that he did. Despite her fancy airs and middle-class morals, she was no different from any other cock-hungry cunt, and he'd taken great pleasure in showing her what she was, beginning with the first night they'd met.
Marge knew what he expected of her, and she wanted to do it for him; but as always, her sense of decency held her back. Each time it was the same. She would give in against her better judgment, her conscience telling her what a weak-willed, filthy slut she was for enjoying the perverted oral sex act.
Only this morning it was worse, because her little boy was sleeping just a few feet beyond the closed bedroom door.
"What are you waiting for?" he barked.
"Please, honey, couldn't we postpone this until tonight?"
"For crissake, why?"
"Look at the clock. The alarm is about to go on."
He snatched the clock off the bedside table and jabbed the alarm button to off. "That satisfy you?"
She shook her head. "I just don't feel right about it, Frank, with Kenny in the next room."
"He'll be there, tonight, too, remember?"
"But it'll be dark then, and he'll be asleep," she whined. "He might be awake now. What if he hears us? Or comes in here and sees what we're doing? I'd just die!"
Frank grabbed her by the wrist and jerked her back up beside him. He forced her onto her back and got on top of her, prying her legs apart with his knees. "Now you listen to me and listen good!" he growled. "You're my woman, and I'll hose you any time I feel like it, understand? It wasn't my idea to move your kid in here. I want a piece of tail, and, by God, I'm gonna have it. Right now! If the brat sees us or hears us, tough shit! He's gotta grow up sometime, don't he? Now, that's the way it's gonna be, or you can pack up and get the hell out. You got that, Marge?"
She nodded stiffly. With less than five dollars to her name, where could she go now that her own mother had piously washed her hands of her? She'd never felt so helpless and humiliated in her life. Her lips quivered. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Aw, come on, sugar, turn off the water works."
"I'm nothing but a piece of ass to you!" she sobbed.
"Not true. I love you. We'll even make it legal someday if you want to, after you get your divorce."
"If you love me, how can you talk to me like that and, treat me this way? Without any concern for my feelings!"
"I told you before, baby, I'm the boss. I never took no crap off any broad, my ex-wife included, and I'm not about to start taking it now. That's the way I'm made. I can't help it any more than I could help falling for you like a ton of bricks. You gotta take me like I am or not at all. We've been through all this before, remember, sweet stuff?"
Marge sniffed and nodded. She forced a weak smile as she reached for a facial tissue to dry her eyes.
"That's more like it," he said, and kissed her.
Reluctantly Marge opened her mouth and allowed his insistent tongue to slither in through her lips and invade her oral cavity. She didn't want to let him arouse her. It was time to get up. There was breakfast to prepare, and after Frank left for work, she had to take Kenny and enroll him in that dreadful old school with all those Mexican and Negro children. But it would only be temporary. When she found a job, they could rent a nice house in a decent part of the city and transfer Kenny to one of the better schools again.
"What the hell's the matter with you? Get hot, damn it!"
"We should be getting up, Frank. I've got to make breakfast and take Kenny to school. I guess I was thinking about that."
"Later," he told her. "Piss on that noise for now. Think about me, and the fucking I'm gonna give you before I let you out of bed."
"I'll try," she murmured, and resignedly she put her arms around him.
When he kissed her again, she met his tonguetip with hers and licked back at his taste organ as he probed it gradually into her mouth. He snaked his desire-provoking tongue ever deeper into her responsive oral chamber, and when she felt the tip of it teasing the soft lining at the back of her throat, she emitted a submissive sigh and began sucking it in earnest.
As they kissed with tongues entwined, Frank took his erection in hand and started running the feverish head round and around the dew-moistened inner surfaces of her hair-ringed labia majora, making sure that he flicked her elongating clitoris every time his enlarged knob swabbed through the inverted V at the top of her elliptical opening. Doggedly he kept it up, deliberately teasing her pussy until he got her worked up past the point of no return. Only then did he ask, "How about it, baby, you ready to put out for your daddy now?"
"Yes, yes," Marge panted. "You've got me so hot! Put it in me, darling! Please put it in now!"
He wedged the bluntly rounded forefront of his skinned-back dome between the slippery brownish lips of her juiced-up snatch, then paused and grinned down at her lust-contorted face from a stiff-armed position above her.
"Ooooh," she sighed, squirming about in sensual discomfort. Her shimmering eyes gazed up at him imploringly, her tongue sweeping her red lips. "More!" she begged. "Oh, darling, don't tease me this way!"
"You want my cock in you now, huh?"
"Your big, sweet cock! Yes, yes… give it to me!"
"What about your kid?" he taunted. "You didn't forget about Kenny, did you? Aren't you afraid he'll hear us?"
"Oh, damn it… yes, but… if we go easy, maybe he won't!"
A sadistic gleam in his eyes, Frank suddenly lunged into her right up to the hilt. His dickhead jarred her womb. His lean abdomen clapped against the satin-skinned mound of her slightly rounded lower belly, and a split second later his heavy nutsac swung forward and whacked lewdly into the milk-white crack of her cringing ass.
"Naaahhhh!" Marge cried, and then sucked in her breath raggedly, the pleasured shock of being penetrated so roughly causing her to shudder involuntarily.
"Was that easy enough for you?" he grunted, and began fucking into her like a wild man.
"Please, Frank… ohh, ohhhh… not so hard!"
"Shut up! You know you like it this way! You've told me so often enough!" he husked, banging away at her, the bedsprings creaking raspingly as his stomach slapped rapid-fire against hers.
"Ohhhhh… God, that's good!" she moaned as she slid her palms down his back and clasped the muscular cheeks of his furiously pumping butt. "Yes, I love it! But slow down! This old bed… it makes too much… aaaah… noise! Ease up, honey… pul-eeze… ooouuuu… or Kenny… will be sure… to hear us!"
"That's our song… unnn… the bed's playing!" Frank countered, riding her hard and fast. "Remember what you said? 'Let it squeak, Daddy! Make it sing louder for us, 'cause I dearly love to hear it!'"
"But not with… mmmmm… my little boy… ahhhh… in the next room! For God's sake, Frank… oh, sweet dick… let up… a little… OHHHHH… won't you, please?!"
But Marge's piteous pleading fell on deaf ears. Being the type of man he was, Frank callously brushed aside the basically decent woman's natural motherly concern that her innocent child might hear them having sexual intercourse. It gave him a charge to hear her beg between ever longer and more throaty sighs of mounting pleasure. For some perverse reason, he wanted the boy to know he was throwing a fuck into his mother. He even found himself hoping the little shit would open the door and come into the room while he was ramming it to her.
Silently Marge prayed that her young son wouldn't hear the incessant creaking and popping of the rusty old bedsprings. For the boy's sake, she tried to hold herself in check. But it was a losing battle. It felt better each time Frank hunched it to her, his fat dick boring deep into her belly as the force of his thrusts kept driving her butt down into the sagging mattress. It was getting too good. She couldn't hold back.
"Oh, damn you!" she sobbed, and began working with him.
"I figured you'd come around," Frank gloated. "Gettin' good to you, is it? Yeah, that's it, baby! Shake that sweet ass for me! Throw that hot cunt up to your daddy!"
Marge drew up her long tapering legs, bending them at the knees, and planted the soles of her small feet in the mattress beside his legs. The tendons connecting her thighs to her groin stood out taut as bowstrings, alternately jerking and relaxing as she employed the muscles in her shapely lower limbs to help her hammer her sopping twat up to her adulterous lover.
"Daddy, Daddy… ahhhhh… give it to mee!" she moaned, matching the two-hundred-pound man stroke for stroke.
"God, what a man! Unn, unn! HOW I love it… the way that horsecock… of yours bangs away at… oooohh… my very wwoommbb!!!"
The combined weight of their thrashing bodies totaled three-hundred-twenty-five pounds, and they were really going at it now, making the bed's headboard go bam, bam, bam against the wall as the dilapidated springs supporting the mattress squawked and snapped protestingly.
"Your kid's gonna hear us, Marge!" Frank said with mock concern.
"I kn-know it!" she wailed piteously. "But, God help me… I don't care… now! Your cock! Ohhhhh… Lord it's soooo goooddd!!!"
He laughed derisively, threw a volley of extra hard jabs into her then paused suddenly, grinding his coarse, redhaired pubic mound against her spongy mons with his rod planted balls-deep in her firebox pussy. "That's all that matters, huh, baby? A belly full of stiff meat!"
"Yes, yes, ohhhhh… oh, yesss!!" she squealed. She felt cheap and sinful for responding so passionately with her child in the next room, almost sure to hear her crying out like a vulgar slut, but she couldn't help herself. Frank had every bit of his fat seven-inch pole into her. He was rotating his hips, stirring her guts like a tossed salad with the bloated head of his turgid tool. "Oh, God… Frank… Daddy, Daddy… ooouuu… that feels… so damn gooooddd!!"
Frank's expression was a mixture of amusement and lust as he started stroking it to her again, his sex-wetted pole plowing rapidly in and out of the steaming furrow between her drawn-up, widely-parted legs.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh!" Marge chanted, her face a mask of rapture, her head lolling about on the pillow.
The headboard beat a rhythmic tattoo against the wall, the springs popping and creaking loudly with the age-old song of heated sexual intercourse.
"Give it to me! Aaaaah! Oh, Daddy, Daddy… harder… faster! Give it to meee!!"
He kissed her with open-mouthed urgency, ramming his tongue down her throat. He slid his hands under her and cupped the resilient globes of her womanly buttocks, his fingers kneading her spongy assflesh, jerking her up to him each time he socked his rampant member into the silky depths of her slippery vagina.
Marge moaned through her passion-flared nostrils. She sucked his tongue hungrily. Her long, red-lacquered fingernails dug at the twin moons of his freckled buns, spurring him on.
"Oh, Jesus God!" she said, the back of her head burrowing into the pillow when he broke the tongue-sucking kiss. "Sweet dick! Oh, Frank…dar-linggg… love you… yes, yes… fuck me… fuck me… aaaaahhhh!!!"
Frank grunted his pleasure and maintained the rapid tempo of his pile-driving thrusts. They were both perspiring freely now, their abdomens smacking together, making a continuous stream of lewd, wet, slapping noises.
"Shake it, baby!" he husked. "Oh, you sweet bitch… you cock-hungry slut!"
"Your bitch!" she whimpered protestingly, but, as they always did in the heat of passion, his degrading remarks gave her an illicit thrill. "Your slut, Daddy! Mmmmm! Only for you!"
A cruel smile twisted his face. Humping away, he panted, "It's cock you love! And the bigger the better, right?"
"Oh, darling, nooh! Unn, unn… ohhhhhhh… your cock! Only yours! Lord, it's… soo good! Fits me… ooouuuu… just right! Hush! Don't talk! Just ssccrreeww me!!!"
He was cramming it to her a mile a minute, making her sigh and moan as the force of his womb-jolting thrusts drove her gyrating rump down into the sagging mattress.
"You wish… it was bigger, though… don't you, slut?" he persisted.
They'd been through this several times before. Marge knew what he wanted to hear, so she told him, "Yes, yes… I do! I wish your cock was bigger! Ahhhhhh! A foot long… ohh, ohh… and twice as big around! So you could… oh, shit…ram it clear up to my tits!"
"Now you're talkin', hot ass!" he rasped, and French-kissed her, his butt arcing furiously up and down as he poured on the coals and began galloping down the home stretch.
Marge had had Kenny, her only child, by Caesarean section, so her pussy was tight as a young girl's. Her velvety sheath fit Frank's thick shaft like a custom-made glove. Now that he'd got her over some of her hang-ups, she was the best hunk of butt he'd ever found. But for some reason which he himself didn't understand, he had to keep humiliating the middle-class woman. He'd already dragged her down to his level, and still he wasn't satisfied. It wasn't that he didn't love her, because he did. But Frank was a mixed-up guy, and the other women who'd fallen for the handsome redhead since his divorce each regretted it later. There was no tenderness in the man. He was the type that couldn't help hurting women. It was a compulsion with him. At the moment he wished he had a prong a yard long and as big around as his arm, so he could shove it up Marge and split her in half.
"Take it, little tits!" he bellowed. "Take it! Take it!!!"
There was nothing she could do but take it. He was snorting and bucking, riding her like a stallion rides a mare. She couldn't keep up. He was ramming the meat to her for all he was worth, his two-hundred-twenty-pound frame buffeting her slender, sweat-sheened body with the fury of a tropical storm.
"Ohhh, gawd!" she groaned. Her lovely legs came up around him like two gripping pythons. She locked her trim ankles over the small of his back, the pink heels of her dainty feet digging into the upper slopes of his muscular buttocks to help him cram it to her. "Go Daddy, GO! Hump it tooo me! Fuck that horse-cock… ahhhhhh. into me… hard and… ffaassttt!!"
Her son was the farthest thing from her mind now. She was about to cum and knew that Frank was, too. His bloated balls had drawn up against his groin and were no longer whacking her in the ass. His face was contorted with preorgasmic agony and his green eyes had a glassy appearance to them.
His rear end was a blur of motion, driving his rock-hard prick like a piston in the sucking wet cylinder of her copiously secreting vagina. The blood-engorged lips of her hairy hole clung to the pulsating shaft of his glistening, pussy-wetted organ, distending out around it during each out-thrust, then folding inward in joyous acceptance as he plowed it back into the feverish depths of her rippling, sweat-dripping belly.
The bed threatened to collapse when a slat worked loose and clattered to the floor. Frank let out a curse but kept hammering away at her without missing a stroke. If anything, he was powering the pole to her even harder than before, the impact of his sledge-hammer thrusts scooting her up in the bed till her head was raised and her shoulders were mashed against the headboard.
"God, God, God!" Marge chanted, hissing through her teeth. "Ohhhhhhh…you big-dicked bastard… I lloovvee itt! Stab me! Rip me! Ohh, Daddy, Daddy… cram it to me! Fuck me… aaaaaah… ffuucckk mmeee!!"
"You Ready?" he gasped.
"Jesus, yesss!" she wailed, hugging him as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. "Don't hold back! Let it go, Daddy! Shoot it! Ohhhhhhh…now, now… nnoowww!!"
A choking sob ripped from the redhead's gaping mouth as he plunged the throbbing length of his turgid stalk hilt-deep into the moist head of her juiced-up snatch for the final time. The enlarged head of his rod banged against the tender neck of her pear-shaped uterus and stayed there, his bloated testicles quivering as they released their burdensome load of pressurized semen. His cockhead expanded to the limit as it spewed out a massive gush of spiraling hot cream.
The first and most forceful spurt of his scalding ejaculate hit directly into the ultra-sensitive mouth of Marge's orgasmically primed womb, triggering her release mechanism instantaneously. Her lust-glazed eyes clenched shut, deepening the crows-feet at their corners. Her mouth flew open, her puffy red lips drawing back to show her teeth as her face took on an expression of agony/ecstasy. Her toes curled down to hug the balls of her feet, a guttural cry of fulfillment rumbling up from deep inside her suddenly stilled chest.
"Whaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!" she shrieked, as the first in a series of flesh-quaking tremors wracked her perspiration-soaked torso.
"Ung, ung, ung!" Frank grunted in the typical male fashion as his fully inserted root planted his masculine seed in the fluttering depths of her feminine belly.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Marge groaned, the cords in her neck standing out as she pressed the back of her skull against the headboard. Her ankles lost their grip, her heels grazing his thighs as her legs flopped down to the mattress and began jerking and twitching erratically. "Cumming… I'm cumming, too! Cuuuummmmm iiinnnnggggg!!"
It wasn't necessary for her to announce her climax. He could feel her snug sheath grabbing convulsively at his stem, as if he couldn't pump his load to her fast enough and her greedy cunt was trying to milk it out of him.
"Oh, Daddy! Yessss! Shoot it! Aaaaaahhhhhhh! Squirt it into mee… deep and hot! Ohhhhhh… Christ, that's goooooddd! Cum, Daddy! Ooouuuu! Cum, cum, ccuummm!!"
Mindlessly she bit into his shoulder and raked his back with her sharp, red fingernails. He gritted his teeth and drove his fingers into the sweat-dampened cleft of her rump, took a firm grip on her tremulous asscheeks and started squeezing and twisting them.
"Gaaaaahhhhhhhh!!" she yelled, her face contorting with the pain his punishing hands imparted to her tender buttocks. But she was disinclined to complain. If she did, he would only hurt her more. Besides, he was right – she did like it when he hurt her! At least up to a point, because he'd discovered her hidden streak of masochism and she couldn't deny the wild thrill which was now blasting through her, making her orgasm so ungodly intense that she feared it would shatter her very soul.
"Darling!" she bleated, shivering from head to toes. "Yesss! Hurt me! Ohhhhhhhhh…oh, gawd, gawd… aaaaaaahhhhhh… oh, Frank… I love yyoouu… aaaggghhhhhhh… with all my… mmmmmmm… heart! Aaarrrhhhhh… ooouuuu… aaahhhhhh… oh, shit, sshhiitttt… nnaagghhhh!!"
Her legs flailed jerkily about, her heels beating the mattress. She chewed her lower lip, moaning and whimpering as she pounded the back of her skull against the headboard. Her glassy eyes rolled up until only their whites could be seen, and heaving a guttural groan, she collapsed into a sobbing, blubbering heap of sweat-drenched feminine fuckstuff, her spasming pussy clutching blissfully at the sperm-spurting cock of her adulterous lover.
When finally she opened her eyes, she wanted to die, for standing in the open doorway were her son and his pet. The big German shepherd was wagging its tail, but the expression on her little boy's face was one of horror-stricken incredulity.
"Oh, My God! Kenny!" she gasped, her cheeks burning with shame. "How long have you been standing there?!"
"Long enough to get an eyeful, huh, kid?" Frank laughed. The boy nodded dumbly. Frank backed his deflating, slick-streaked dong from Marge's sperm-filled muff, and holding her legs open, he said, "I believe the little fart wants a look at your cunt, Marge. Come on, kid, take a gander if you want. I don't mind."
"Frank! What are you saying?!" Marge wailed. She felt like crawling in a hole and pulling it in behind her. "Kenny, nooh! Don't you dare come in here! Take Bobo down to the alley so he can go to the bathroom! Go oonnn!!"
When her son nodded unsurely and timidly closed the door behind him, Marge burst into tears, shrieking, "You bastard! How could you humiliate me that way in front of my little boy?!"
"Aw, pipe down!" Frank muttered as he climbed out of bed. "So your kid saw us! So, what? It was bound to happen sooner or later, wasn't it?"
"I… su-suppose so," Marge reluctantly admitted. She clenched shut her eyes and hugged herself. The way Kenny had looked at her! Dear God, she felt cheap, so ashamed of herself for exposing her innocent son to such a display of sinful sordidness.
"Then why make a big deal of it?" Frank asked. "Come on, sugar. It'll be all right. How about fixing breakfast now? Okay?"