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.