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?"