Margie didn't know what had happened. She didn't give him a moment's peace. Every moment they were together she wanted his cock. And when he couldn't perform, she became angry and petulant. But be found himself falling in love with her – or, at least, with her pussy.
It went on through the end of the summer. Margie moved out of her, mother's house and into her own apartment. That way she could have Allen over every night. She knew that she was different, even a little strange, when she discussed her sex life with her old girl friends and with Allen in between fuck sessions.
But she didn't care. She had discovered a whole new life, and she was going to enjoy it to the hilt.
She somehow knew that by fucking Allen she had fallen out of love with him. But he was a great lover, so she tolerated him until something better would come along.
It came along in the form of Allen's father, at one of his business parties. They had been eyeing each other all evening, but the thought of actually doing anything about it never entered Margie's head. Not until she had had several drinks and Allen kept refusing to go up to his bedroom with her.
At last, angry and frustrated, she went looking for her coat, with the intention of going out to a bar. If Allen didn't want to screw her, she reasoned, there was somebody in town who did.
"My, you look like you could eat the drapes."
"Oh… hello, Mr. Fine."
"Call me Paul. What seems to be the matter?"
He was mature, handsome, and she was far too drunk to realize the implications. "It's your son."
"Oh? What's the problem with Allen?"
"He's suddenly gotten very boring."
"Oh," the older man replied, a knowledgeable twinkle in his eye. "How so?"
Their eyes met and held. Margie saw something in his look that suddenly mirrored her feelings. She decided, impishly, to go for broke. "I wanted him to come upstairs and fuck… but he's too tired."
Other than a slight rise in one eyebrow, there was very little reaction. "My son has always been a little slow. You're a very beautiful and appealing young lady. May I offer myself as a substitute?"
Margie was already leading the way up the stairs.
"Are you a good lover?" she said bluntly, turning to him as they entered the bedroom.
"My dear… I've never had a complaint in my life."
He took her in his arms and kissed her, running his hand across her back and buttocks. He liked the way they curved so smoothly and tightly against the material of her dress. He kissed her as his hand explored, then slapped her lightly on the curving buttocks.
"With a lovely body like yours, I'm sure you haven't either… had any complaints, that is," he said, his eyes smiling down at hers.
"I don't know. The only man I've ever had has been your son."
"It'll do you good, then, to go from the boy… to the man." He looked down at her, lust burning in his eyes.
She was dressed in a tightly clinging pink jersey gown that was cut low to reveal the tantalizing cleft of her thrusting breasts. The dress was so tight it was like a second skin, accentuating every incredible curve of her sleek body. At the sight of her, Paul's cock began pounding like a drum.
"My son is a fool," he said.
"Why?"
"If you were mine, I would fuck you every hour of the day."
She smiled. "Maybe that could be arranged."
"Would you like to share another drink first?"
"Why not?"
Paul crossed the room to a tiny portable bar and poured some scotch into two ice-filled glasses. He handed her one and raised his glass. "To sex," he said.
"Cheers," she said airily. "Here's to us."
They clinked glasses and both took a long drink. She sat next to him on the huge bed, her body lightly touching his. He felt another strong rush of desire surge through him. He took another swallow of his drink and tried to rein. There was a heavy silence in the room as each waited for the first move. Margie leaned against him, sighing deeply, feeling mellow and loose after a couple of swallows of her drink.
"This is nice," she said lazily, "soooo nice… I'm so glad you came along." She reached out her hand and let it drop directly on his aching prick. Paul jumped slightly as if a jolt of electricity had flashed through his body. Margie began to knead and caress the large, throbbing mound and leaned in even closer. He shoved his hips forward so that her hands could have full access to his eager cock. Their bodies were rubbing sensuously next to each other on the bed.
Then their eyes met, and passion seethed between them. He put his drink down on the table next to the bed and grabbed her with his muscular arms. He kissed her deeply, shoving his fiery tongue deep into her mouth. Hungrily she opened her mouth as wide as possible to admit his straining tongue. He explored every crevice of the interior of her mouth, behind her teeth, up into the dark, fleshy cavern, as Margie continued to stroke and caress his desire-hardened cock through his pants.
"Mmmmmmm," he moaned as she kneaded the softly pulsing mound of his testicles. His hand quickly moved to the back of her gown, pulling down the zipper, revealing the smooth, naked flesh of her back. His hand quickly caressed the tingling skin, then moved around to her gently heaving breasts, squeezing hard, reveling in their suppleness.
"You're so big," Margie murmured. "Bigger than Allen."
"You're big, too," Paul moaned, feeling the weight of one of her lush tits in his cupping hand. "Big and firm…"
She felt a sharp sensation in her earlobe as he nibbled the tender flesh, biting lightly and then a little harder. The stinging pain was undeniably exciting, and her body tingled, flushed with renewed lust.
"Like that?" he whispered.
In response she kissed his neck so hard with her tightened lips that she made a little red welt on his skin.
"Ohhhh, baby!" he groaned, feeling a shudder go through his whole body, his cock stiffening painfully, yearning for release. He was caught in a turbulent surge of passion and he quickly flung aside all reason and restraint as he quickly pulled the dress the jest of the way off her body and tossed it to the floor.
His heart pounded wildly when he saw her upper torso completely naked, gleaming with tawny, golden shadows in the light. Her eyes were flashing and her hair, tousled and wild, made her look like a savage gypsy creature; her face was a mask of desire.
Eagerly she unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it sensuously off his muscular body, revealing his chest and shoulders.
"Mmmmmmm," she purred appreciatively, "let's see what the rest of you looks like."
They both rose, as if on cue, and Margie swiftly unbuckled his wide leather belt, and pulled the metal zipper of his fly slowly, tantalizingly down. Then she lowered his pants to his ankles until he was standing in his shoes, his pants bunched around them.
"What a cock!" she exclaimed as she saw him naked for the first time. "Ohhhh, how nice…"
Kneeling in front of his erectly quivering prick, she took it in her hands, slid back the protective foreskin, and began to caress and strike it with maddening slowness, arousing them both to a fever pitch. Then she took the lust-bloated tool in her mouth, expertly sucking at the excited head while he shoved his pelvis forward, burying his cock in her mouth and gripping her silky hair.
She slavered hungrily over the bloated cock, sucking as if it were a straw, and Paul groaned with lust. Fearing he might come too soon, he eased her head away from his throbbing prick and drew her to a standing position.
"You are a hot one, aren't you?" he moaned.
"Margie's only touched the surface," she said, as if to herself. "I just realized it."
"I want to see you completely naked," he said huskily, his vision blurred with liquor and passion.
She moved back, smiling provocatively. "You'd better get rid of your pants and shoes first," she said laughing.
In a moment he was completely stripped. "Now you," he rasped. "Take your panties off… I want to see that luscious pussy of yours."
Slowly, tantalizingly, loving the power she knew she had over him, she moved her hands down over her full, rounded hips, massaging her pussy mound through the black wisp of her flimsy bikini panties. Then she began sliding the panties down, down, down her long, slender legs, hearing her gasp aloud when the golden fur of her cunt first came into view.
When the panties fell to her feet, she daintily kicked them aside. Then, with her hands on her hips, she turned around in a circle, bringing the full half-moons of her buttocks tantalizingly into view.
As she completed the pirouette, she faced him once again, and he could barely restrain himself from leaping for her as she dropped her hand and began to gently caress the smooth, white flesh of her inner thigh. Her lips parted and a soft, mewling sound escaped her as she teased herself, stroking up and down the lush, pink outer lips of her pussy.
"Margie…" Paul whispered; he couldn't say anything more. His throat felt chalky and his mouth hinged open while his eyes bulged as he stared at her lewd pose.
Standing with her legs apart, she flexed her naked pussy towards his fascinated eyes. "You like?" she said, running a finger up and down her glistening cunt slit. "You like my pussy… my tits?"
"Christ, you're beautiful!" he muttered, as she walked delightedly around the room, a low, sultry walk that was lurid and enticing. She stopped directly in front of him, slowly lifted her palms, and began to slide them up and down over her widely jutting breasts, down along her tiny waist, and over the satiny contours of her hips.
Paul was transfixed, unable to move, and his cock screamed for release. She slipped her hand into her curling pussy hair and pushed aside the fleshy cuntal lips to reveal the pink tip of her already erect clitoris. He licked his dry lips and rasped hoarsely.
"I want to fuck you… oh, baby, I want to fuck you…"
"How do you want to fuck me, lover?" she asked tauntingly.
"Like this," he groaned, and reaching out, he grabbed her into his arms and showered hot kisses all over her face, her neck, her throat, as his hands roamed feverishly over the smoothness of her body, warm and soft against him. Her musky female odor mingled with her exotic perfume to drift up to his nostrils and drive him wild with desire. Margie's hands expertly ran up and down his muscular back, tickling and teasing his skin. Slowly they lowered themselves onto the floor, with Paul arched perfectly over her like a lusty stallion.
"The bed," he gasped, "it's… it's…"
"What about it?"
"It's right there."
"Fuck the bed. Ram your cock into me… here! Now!"
She shrieked as she snaked out her legs on either side of him, then locked them together behind his back and pulled him down between her widespread thighs. She reached out and grasped his lust-engorged cock in her hands and began to move it up and down her throbbing wet vaginal slit, lubricating it with her own juices. He gasped with pleasure as the combined pressure in his bloated balls and cock became urgent. Flexing his hips with a savage drive, he shoved his cock up into the warm, wet cavern of her open pussy.
"AAaaaaaagggghhhh!" she cried as he drove into her clutching cuntal flesh up to the hilt!
"Yessssss!"
He pound his pelvis into the responsive flesh beneath him and began to fuck into her with long, savage strokes. She returned his fucking thrust for thrust, driving her hungry cunt up to meet him in an instinctive rhythm.
"Shove your finger in my ass," she hissed through clenched teeth. Paul, consumed by uncontrollable waves of passion, did as he was asked without question. He reached down and searched with his middle finger between the desperately working hills of her buttocks until he found the tiny, puckered ring. He jabbed at it for a moment and, meeting with resistance, thrust his hand forward hard, until the tight rubbery ring gave way and his finger slid inside up to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee!" she screamed, "I love it! That's it, lover, hurt me! Hurt me!"
She groaned wildly under him, twisting and gyrating from the intense pleasure-pain of the double impalement.
Paul was stunned by the staggering wantonness of this torrid female. He had never met anyone like this in his entire life.
He rammed her without mercy, his hard, sinewy buttocks swinging back and forth, his finger grinding into her burning asshole. Every muscle in his body strained and rippled with hot desire. He was strong as a bull, loving every second of this new conquest.
"Aaaaggggghhhhhh!" Margie cried out in painful ecstasy. The harder he abused her, the more he fucked her savagely and drove his finger into her anus, the more excited she became. She lost herself completely as his iron-hard cock tore mercilessly along the steaming, quaking walls of her grasping pussy. "Yes! Yeeeesssssss!" she crooned.
Paul drove into her with the force of a hurricane. His body arched in ecstasy as his enlarged, aching balls swung obscenely and slapped against her wet crack as they filled with white, bubbling cum.
She felt shuddering tremors thrill her writhing body; her skin was bathed in tingling anticipation. The throbbing in her cunt grew to earthquake proportions and she was rocked with pulsing, hot passion.
"Oooohhhhh!" she shrieked, thrashing madly.
"I… I'mcuuuummmmmminnnng! Oh fuck… fuck… fuck!"
Paul himself was at the bunting point, now and in the next split second his bloated cock exploded with cum. "AHHHHH!" he grunted, as spasm after spasm of hot seed rushed into her trembling, sucking cunt. His eyes were glazed and his middle finger still probed like a knife inside her burning rectal sheath.
Margie received his bucking, heaving orgasm with eager, hungry delight. Her honeyed juices gushed freely from the walls of her cunt, her impaled asshole throbbed with a sharp pain, and she was overwhelmed with wild, raging lust.
"Ahhhhhhh…ooooooohhhhh…" she mewled as the wet, aching pleasure spread to every part of her body.
And then, suddenly, his body was pulled roughly from hers. Over his shoulder, Margie looked up into Allen's angry, contorted face.
"You bastard prick," Allen shouted, as he slammed his fist into his father's stomach. "My girl… my girl… the second my back was turned, you sneak upstairs and fuck my girl!" He hit his father with another left and right to the mid-section.
"Allen… Allen, dont!" Margie cried, leaping to her feet and moving between them.
"You prick!" Allen hissed.
"Only because you're not man enough, boy," his father said, and looped a right over Margie's shoulder that smashed into his son's face.
"Stop it!" Margie shouted. "Stop it… both of you!"
"Shut up, Margie," Allen said. "This isn't the first time it's happened. Only this time, I'm not going to take it!"
"Then I'm leaving."
This stopped both of them, because both of them did indeed want her beautiful body.
"That's better," she said, still standing between them to make sure it didn't start again before she had her say. "You, Allen. If you wanted me so bad, why didn't you come up here with me when I wanted to?"
"I… I guess I was too sure of you," he admitted, his head on his chest.
"Well, at least you're honest." She turned to Paul and forced a smile. "Did you like the appetizer?"
"You better believe it."
"You want the main course?" she continued. "Sure, but how…?"
"Okay. Allen, take your clothes off!"
"I don't get it," he replied.
"It's simple," Margie said. "We're all three of us up here for the same thing. Sex. Why don't we just admit it?"
"What?" they both echoed.
"Both of you get on the bed, and I'll fuck enough for all three of us."
As if in a trance, Allen tore his clothes off and the two men crawled onto the bed.
Margie smiled as she crawled up on the bed between them.
Shit, she thought, why didn't I think of this before?
She struggled until she had placed them on the bed side by side fairly close to each other. Then she sat, straddled, on one of each of their legs.
"What are you…?" Allen asked, his flesh shaking.
"Shhhh… you'll see."
Softly, she began to massage their hairy thighs, being careful to let her fingers trail over to their cocks every so often.
Paul's prick was still slightly hard from their earlier fuck. It took very little effort on Margie's part to get it back up the steel-like stage where it had been before, when he was pummeling her pussy with it.
And, after a few well-placed touches with her fingers, Margie's prick took over the fear in his mind. His tool quickly rose to the same hardness as his fat her's.
Soon both of them had huge, throbbing hard-ons, and Margie's cunt was flowing with the juices of anticipation – not one cock at a time, but two! Her mind was already wondering what it would be like with three, or even four!
When they were both quaking and jerking with sensual pleasure burning in the heads of their cocks, she took them in her soft, smooth hands and started pounding. They both bucked and tossed on the bed as she tantalized the heads of their cocks with the tips of her busy fingers.
Margie felt the constant throbbing grow stronger and stronger as she clutched both of their rock-hard cocks firmly in her moist hands.
She raised herself from her knees and poised her hairy cunt directly over Margie's huge tool, still holding onto Paul's burning cock in her other hand. Slowly, she lowered herself down, down, right onto the head of Allen's raging cock.
His whole body seemed to tremble and shake with excitement as he felt the heat of her pussy sink lower and lower around his pulsing shaft.
"Feel good, lover?" she cooed.
"Yes… oh shit, yes," Allen moaned.
"Then, hump me back… fuck your cock up into my pussy."
Slowly, afraid he would shoot too fast, Allen began to buck his meat up to meet her descending cunt hole.
"Fuck her, Al… oh fuck her good, son!" Paul urged, humping his own dick into her hands.
She loved this. The look on her face was wild and sensual, as she bounced up and down in a steady, orgiastic motion over Allen's huge tool. She dung firmly to Paul's cock and kept sliding her soft hands across its sensitive head.
Then all three of their bodies started shaking uncontrollably with passion. Margie now had Allen's cock all the way up her cunt and she was riding and grinding him like a dervish gone mad. When she was sure her hands had brought his father to a new peak of desire, she leaned her body over until her warm mouth was a bare inch above his cockhead.
"Suck it," Paul gasped. "Yeah, suck it, honey."
Her mouth came down, covering his prick, in perfect rhythm with her hips as she continued to fuck Allen's huge prick. The boy reached up and cupped her tit flesh, one breast in each hand. He used them as handles to guide her body up and down over his cock.
Margie moaned and writhed, tossing her head from side to side as more and more of Paul's elongated tool severed her throat.
Two cocks, she thought, two beautiful cocks at once. But wouldn't it be better if they were both in her cunt at the same time?
Or better still.
She pulled her mouth off Paul's raging prick and pushed her legs back until she could lay almost flat on Allen's belly. Her throbbing tits, with their fiery nipples, crushed and spread across his hairy chest.
"Oh…nooooo!" Paul yelled. "Don't stop sucking!"
"My… my ass," Margie panted, pulling on Paul's prick until she got him to raise up to his knees and move around behind her.
"Wha…"
"My asshole," she grunted. "Stick your cock up my ass while Allen fucks my cunt! Fill both my holes!"
The older man didn't have to be told twice. As he moved forward, Margie reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide for his entrance. His cockhead slid between her delightful moons and found her ready hole.
"Yes… oh, shit yes," she groaned. "Pour it in there! Fuck it! Fuck meeee, both of youuuuuuu!"
Slowly, Paul began to thrust his giant tool into her twitching anal opening.
It popped through. She screamed and rammed her ass back against his thighs. "Yes! Beautiful! All of it! Give me your whole fucking cock!"
She thrashed, twisted, pumped, and kicked her legs as the hard cock continued to penetrate further and further into her tight asshole.
The added motion and physical activity was driving Paul into a state of frenzy.
And then, after a last, powerful lunge, Paul's tool joined his son's in her quaking belly. She had them both inside her. Again, her mind started playing games. One more, she thought, if I only had one more cock I could suck it off at the same time!
She was a sandwich between them and she was screaming out her delight. "Yesssssss… harder, both of you… fuck me harder!"
Every lunge they made sent shivers of pleasure and delight through her body. Paul pressed himself hard against her soft, vibrating ass cheeks and let her motion send chills of pleasure to his balls.
Beneath her, Allen was thrashing from side to side and up and down with all the force in his body. He was getting and giving the fuck of his life, and he wanted to get everything out of it he possibly could. And Margie wasn't disappointing him. She was thrashing her body up and down on his cock just as hard as she was bucking over his father's plunging meat.
Margie was crazy now. Her body controlled all. Her eyeballs had floated back into her head and her lips were flecked with foam. She was no longer human; she had become a machine – a fuck machine.
Harder and harder she fucked the twin cocks that ravished her holes and matched her desire. She was thrashing and bucking even wilder than before as she felt their cockheads swell in her belly with their pending explosion.
"Oh shit, I can feel it… you're both gonna come! Come! Come! Fill me up with cum!"
She was almost ready to come herself and her hot, tight an was quivering wildly as she tossed, turned and moved herself violently between the two of them.
The moans, sighs, and heavy panting continued to increase and grow more frenzied as passion permeated their bodies and shot from one to the other of them.
The passion that passed between them carried the thrills and lust that they all felt.
With a loud cry, Paul slid his hands down past Margie's hips and grabbed his son's buttocks. He took a firm grip and pulled all three of them tightly together as cum spewed from his cock into her seething asshole.
"Coming… oh shit," Paul gasped. "I'm gushing cum like a fucking fountain."
Margie's love juice flowed in torrents from her hole as Allen's spunk poured into her pussy in hot gushes, just as his father's creamed her ass.
Allen whined and bucked with fury as his load poured from his dick into her sweet cunt. "Oh, fuckin' shit, what a come… what a beautiful come!" he cried.
Moans, sighs, and the sensual sounds of hot, moist flesh sliding against flesh, filled the entire room and echoed deep within their heads for several thrilling minutes.
The three of them remained in the same position for a long time as the pleasure and release flowed freely from their hot, sweaty bodies.
With their final gasps, they rolled off of each other and onto the bed.
All three of them lay still for a minute and breathed heavily as they gained their strength and energy.
"Fantastic," Paul groaned at last. "In all my years, I've never had anything like that!"
"Don't tell me you're through," Margie said, smiling at him and moving her lips down across his belly until they closed over his cock.
Neither one of them heard or paid any attention to the pained, animal groan from Allen as he made his way to the door and left the room.
Margie and Paul kicked the night away, hardly missing Allen. At dawn, she returned to her own apartment and slept like a baby.
It was late afternoon when the telephone awakened her.
It was Paul. "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful… and horny."
"God," he laughed, "don't you ever get enough?"
"No… not any more." And it was true. Fucking both of them at once had just ignited more fires inside her.
"I'm driving up to the city tonight. I'll be there a week. How would you like to join me?"
"What about Allen?"
"He left. Going back to school, he said. Doesn't want to see either one of us ever again. Called us perverts."
"He's right," Margie said. "Pick me up in an hour."
"But, we don't have to leave for at least three hours."
"We can go back for the other two."