Chapter 4
The following overcast morning brought an end to another sleepless night. Marion, yawning, put on a second pot of coffee and slumped back down in her chair at the kitchen table. Randi had come back later the previous afternoon, only to make a phone call to somebody named Anita, then took off again with an obnoxious, "Don't wait up, I may spend the night." If only he'd quit running around with that bunch of animals, she thought, then a wry and pathetic smile crossed her lips. If ONLY frogs had wings, they wouldn't bump their butts when they jumped!
She buried her sleepless eyes behind the heels of her hands and rubbed. There were no more tears; she'd cried herself out yesterday after she'd gotten that threatening letter. They stung, that's all. They were red and tired and they stung. The past couple of days had been pure hell. And this afternoon when she went to the Rendevous Motel and she really had no choice in the matter she would be topping the whole thing off by having sex with ... Christ, she hadn't the foggiest notion of who had authored her fate. She yawned once more, then stretched. "Ho hum," she breathed. "Maybe I could force myself to catch a few winks," she hoped aloud. "If I'm going to play hide-the-cock with some pervert in a motel room this afternoon, I'd better get my beauty sleep." She got to her feet and half-stumbled over to the stove. There, she pressed the off-toggle under the coffee pot, then staggered wearily into the living room to curl up on the sofa. She was just tired enough that nothing could keep her awake any longer ... not even the threat of rape.
Joe awakened to the sounds of a blown-out muffler in front of the next unit at just a little past ten in the morning. He muttered an obscenity, then rolled over and started to go back to sleep when he remembered why he'd gotten the room in the first place. With a wicked smile etched on his pretty-boy face, he reached over and snapped on the side lamp. Reaching into the top drawer of the night table, he slid the Gideon Bible to one side and brought out the magazine he was using to blackmail Randi's mother. Quickly, he flipped to the centerfold and laid it out on the bed next to him. "Jesus," he exclaimed as if seeing them for the first time, "what a set of jugs!"
His hand reached under the covers and began to stroke the stiffening length of his teenage cock, his balls churning in anticipation of the day's events. Revenge had never been as sweet as it was at that moment. He was not only going to fuck his young friend's mother, but she was really a foxy lady to boot! Man, he could hardly wait till three o'clock rolled around!
Suddenly, he decided he wanted to hear her voice. He snatched up the bedside phone and rang the front office. "I want to make a local call," he said. "The number is FU 5-1536 ... Yeah, that's right ... Okay, I'll hold."
"H-Hello?"
"Is this Mrs.. Peters?"
"Yes. Who s this?"
"This is Mister ... Uh, Sunday."
"Mr. Who?"
"Uh, R. M. Sunday. I'm with the Magic Suck Vacuum Cleaner Company."
"Listen, if this is a prank call, I-"
"Oh, nonono! This is strictly on the up-and-up."
There was a short pause. "I-I already have a vacuum cleaner."
"Is it a Magic Suck?"
"No, it's a Kirby ... Say, are you sure this is on the up-and-up?"
"Well, something's sure up!"
A longer pause, "R. M. wouldn't happen to stand for Rendezvous Motel, would it?"
"Maybe. Do you know who this is?"
"No."
"Good. I like surprises, don't you?"
"Listen," Marion softened, hoping to make some kind of a deal whereby she could hold onto her sanity, "if it's money you want-"
"How much you got?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe I could put together a couple of thousand."
"Good. Bring it with you when you come."
"Now, wait just a Goddamn minute!"
"Okay. Fuck the money. You got black nylons and a garter belt?"
"I-I have the black nylons, but all I have to hold them up is a panty girdle."
"That's okay, wear it ... And, on second thought, why don't you come a little early ... Say around noon?"
"Noon! But-"
CLICK
Marion stared at the receiver for a long moment before placing it back in the cradle. Where had she heard the voice before? she wondered. Then, unable to place it, she got up off the couch and went to the bathroom. Jesus, she had to be there by noon now!
She filled the tub with hot water and bubble bath, then went to the kitchen to check and clock. It was not quite ten-thirty. She'd have to hurry. The bath was a quick one, but she paid careful attention to her sex parts. Rape or not, she took a great deal of pride in her personal appearance and hygiene. She drained the tub, then brushed the bitter taste of coffee from her teeth. It was nearly eleven. She had a half hour to dress and a half hour to get there.
In the bottom of a dresser drawer, she found her long unused black nylons and panty girdle. Quickly, she wriggled into them, then smoothed them to perfection before the mirror over her vanity. The panty girdle was totally unnecessary as far as molding her figure was concerned. Her figure was already molded to perfection. Indeed, its only purpose was to support the sheer black nylons that now encased her long slender legs. It was made of clinging lycra, and it had no crotch! God, she thought, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, you really do look like a slut in this rig! For a brief moment, she pondered the relative advantages of covering her nakedly exposed pubic curls with a pair of panties, then decided that the less she wore to the motel, the quicker she was-likely to get the ordeal over with.
She selected a green velour ultra-minidress from the closet, and a pair of stack-heeled white patent pumps with open toes and delicate ankle straps. She slipped hurriedly into them, then crossed to the vanity to apply the finishing touches of her ensemble. A strand of simple beige beads with matching button earrings, a skip of eyeliner and a touch of rouge, a bit of strawberry lip gloss and several strokes of the brush through her silken auburn hair that fell freely from a simple center part to frame her wholesome pretty face, and she was done. Finished. And running only five minutes late, at that. She got to her feet and scourged the hall closet for her blue trenchcoat, then scrawled a "something about shopping at the Mall" note to Randi ... just in case. Well, kid, she swallowed dryly as she headed out to the car, this is it!
Joe Danielson was peering from behind the edge of the cheap cotton drapes as Marion Peters' orange Volkswagen hatchback made the gravelly turn into the motel parking lot and began to make a slow circle, looking for the appropriate unit. Eventually, after a few false stops, she eased to a halt next to a "chopper" motorcycle in front of forty-three and cut the ignition.
He watched her get out of the car, catching an unguarded glimpse of white thigh above her stocking tops as her very short dress bunched up on getting out. Man, he was really going to enjoy this number! She locked the door behind her, then turned up the collar of her trench coat against the sudden sprinkle that had started to fall from the clouded sky, and darted quickly under the cheap awning that connected the little bungalow-type units. She knocked.
"Come in, Mrs.. Peters, before you get wet."
Good God, it's that nasty Danielson boy!
"I said, 'Come in,' God damn it!"
Her face suddenly red with the embarrassing knowledge that it was one of her son's own buddies who was doing the blackmailing, Marion stepped cautiously inside and took a long breath of air. Oh God, she sickened, don't make me go through with this!
"Take off your coat."
"Listen," the thirty-five year old mother stammered desperately, "about the money."
"Take off your coat."
Marion's trembling fingers found the buckle of her trench coat and began to unfasten it. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she raised no further protest. What choice did she have? She could spend a few hours having sex with this brutally handsome boy, or ... lose what little she had in this world her only son, whom she loved dearly.
Joe stepped forward and slapped her face.
"W-What was that for?"
"For fun, you suck-ass whore. Now get out of the God damn clothes!"
Marion let the coat drop in a crumpled heap at her pretty feet, then reached back to unzip her dress, causing her full round breasts to swell lewdly forward as she did so. "P-Please don't be rough," she whimpered. "I'm here for you to use, but please don't be mean to me."
Joe slapped her again, feeling a tremendous thrill of excitement shoot through his swollen cock that threatened to pop the steel buttons on the front of his Levi trousers. Then, brutally, he grabbed a handful of her thick red hair and pulled her face to his. He kissed her hard on the lips, his long pointed tongue thrust deep within her oral cavern, her cantaloupe-size breasts mashed excitingly against his hairless naked chest. "Now take off that fucking dress," he commanded, releasing her. "I want you to suck me off for awhile before I fuck you!"
Marion didn't know what to do. She felt trapped and helpless. She was trapped and helpless. There was no way she could refuse Joe's demands. She somehow managed to resign herself to her fate, chastising herself for ever having posed for those lurid photographs so many years before. For the moment, her son and rigidly moralistic upbringing at the hands of her dowager aunt were pushed into the background. She stripped quickly out of her dress, ready, if not willing, to participate in the demanded sexual extortion.
Joe's prick felt like it was going to explode as he watched his friend's mother's breasts swaying and quivering nakedly on her proud chest. She had chosen not to wear a bra, for the same reason she had chosen to forego the panties, namely expediency. She wanted to get it over as quickly as possible. Still, the egocentric young man did not read it that way at all. Indeed, he took it as a sign of latent eagerness on her part that she had come to him already half-naked beneath her outer clothing.
He couldn't believe her body could be so beautiful all of it but especially her fantastic breasts. They were absolutely gigantic ... cup size double D's, maybe . . but firm, with only the slightest sag in consideration of their massive weight. He'd seen breasts as large before, on women in their sixties and seventies and weighing one-eighty plus ... but never, never, on a woman so young, above a waist narrow enough to do justice to a twelve year old girl!
Marion reached down and started to unfasten the snaps to her garters.
"No, leave them on," he instructed. "I like them. The shoes, too."
Marion straightened, standing nearly naked before the evilly grinning boy. "W-What do you want me to do?" she managed.
"Just sit down on the bed; I'll be with you in a minute."
The young mother sat down on the edge of the bed and watched the muscular young biker strip quickly out of his blue jeans, his only garment. My God! she thought, as his turgid, lust-inflamed penis sprang into view. H-He's nearly as large as Randi!
Marion could scarcely believe the size of the cock before her. Randi's was a little bigger, that was true, but then, Randi was really a much bigger boy ... and he was circumcised! And now, as she watched Joe Danielson moving toward her, his enormous teenage cock swaying wickedly from side to side at a menacing forty-five degree angle to his body, she felt at once intimidated and mesmerized. She'd never seen an uncircumcised penis before and it fascinated her. She watched the boy skin the loose flap of skin back and forth over the bulging purple head with one hand, the other hand resting cockily on his hip like a swaggering sailor until he stood mere inches from her frightened face. "Jack me off!" he barked suddenly, removing his own hand and jutting his lean loins forward until the tip of his cock was but a scant few inches from her startled eyes.
"I I don't know how, Joe."
Joe backhanded her, leaving a livid red welt across her right cheek where his fingers had struck. "Jack me the fuck off," he repeated. "Now!"
Marion, her cheek smarting from the repeated blows she had received from the vicious young motorcyclist, reached out timidly and wrapped her slender fingers around the stalk of rigid sweating flesh that throbbed before her.
"A little tighter, bitch...,No, not that tight ... Yeah, that's good baby ... Gooooood! Now, move your hand up and down "Like you seen me doing a minute ago."
An inexplicably erotic tingle shot through the young mother's loins at the velvety sensuous feel of the boy's flesh in her long-nailed fingers. In some weird and bizarre way, it was almost exciting. She felt the pulsing rigid network of veins and ridges beneath her sweating palm as she drew the wealth of skin downwards, then watched a thick white pearl of nectar form at the bloated hollow in its tip as she milked upwards along its eight-inch length.
"Okay, baby," Joe cooed ominously, leaning forward so that his knees touched the edge of the bed on either side of her, "Lick it!"
Marion held her pretty face but a breath away from the enormous' column, still a little frightened by its size. Her long coppery hair spilled down over her face like a silken curtain, some of it brushing lightly over Joe's penis as she narrowed the distance between it and her satiny lips and velvet tongue. Gripping him tightly by the root of his cock, the young redheaded mother poked her hot pink tongue out experimentally and lapped at the sticky underside of the boy's turgid shaft. God, she thought, this is absolutely wicked! She lapped again, this time wiping away the pearl of syrup that had formed at its tip. I-It's salty, she noted, but not ... bad.
"Now stick it in your mouth, pig!"
Pig? Was that what she was? Was that why she was starting to feel little chills of excitement mounting up and down her naked spine?
She forced the loose flap of foreskin down firmly over the bulging lust-purpled head of the boy's cock so that it seemed to squirt from its fleshy covering like toothpaste from a tube, leaving it sleek and naked before her staring eyes. Her moist full lips parted smoothly over the giant tip as she took it slowly and voluptuously into her sucking mouth. The swollen, hot mushroom head of it alone seemed to fill her tender oral cavern to capacity as her saliva gushed hotly out, wetting and lubricating the still-growing scarlet shaft beneath it.
"That's it, baby ... Yeah, just like thaaat!" the wicked boy gurgled above her. "You suck like a real pro!"
Did she? she wondered. Did she really suck like a pro?
The sensations of his friend's mother's warmly sucking mouth surrounding the swollen tip of his lust-inflamed glans was driving Joe wild with lewd excitement. Her beautiful auburn hair brushed sensuously across his twisted bloated balls and muscular young belly as it swung freely beneath her bobbing face, and he reached down and grabbed a thick handful of it while thrusting his hips up so tightly that his buttocks dimpled with the effort. He felt his hard flesh suddenly run down the full length of her feverishly licking and swirling tongue, to lodge deeply in the farthest recesses of her throat.
"Whoa, bitch!" Joe snapped suddenly. "Let me get up on the bed, before I cream right here in your face!"
Quickly, he withdrew from Marion's now-receptive mouth and climbed up on the bed. Taking a reclining position in the center, he reached out and grabbed another fistful of red hair and forced her back down on his leaking cock so that her naked dimpled buttocks, as white and smooth as polished ivory, were elevated and exposed behind her wavering form.
Almost involuntarily, Marion tightened her lips around the thickening shaft and sucked inwards with all her might. It was all she could do to keep from gagging, and there was still more than half of it protruding from her mouth.
Joe thrust his whippet-lean hips clear off the bed then, forcing Iris huge penis mercilessly deeper into his friend's mother's mouth. He grabbed great handfuls of her shimmering hair on either side of her bobbing head and forced her up and down on his flesh before she even had time to adjust to the increased amount of meat in her mouth.
Marion didn't know if it was the act of illicit sex itself, the tawdry setting, or her slavish position that triggered it, but there was no doubt that she was rapidly becoming sexually stimulated herself. She was more than ready to do the wicked boy's bidding to suck his cock, or anything else he might ask of her. The knowledge that the entire affair was somehow out of her control, fused with the obscene fact that her mouth was being used like a second cunt by a mean young man sent shivers of masochistic excitement shooting through her belly. Would he make her swallow it when he came? Would she enjoy it if he did? These and other wickedly thrilling thoughts burned brightly in the young mother's brain.
Joe held her head still tighter, then thrust with ever-increasing urgency into her eagerly sucking oral chamber, causing her whole perfect body to bounce up and down on the bed, her heavy breasts jiggling and scraping their now-turgid nipples along the cheap cotton spread. "How do you like sucking a cock that size?" he teased lewdly.
Marion could only nod her pleasure from behind half-closed green eyes, unable and unwilling to part with the sweating lust-purpled cock upon which she sucked.
"Are you ready to be fucked now?"
Again she nodded. Yes, oh God, yes, you dirty boy ... fuck me ... FUCK ME!
Suddenly, Joe grabbed the bedside phone and rang the front office. "Hey, Archie. This is Joe. Remember the deal we worked out on the rent?"
Archie? ... Rent? "Listen, I . ... MMMmmmmmfff."
"Shut up and suck!"
Marion could feel the pressure building more intense and insistent in the young biker's sperm-filled balls, and her hand pumped the base of his cock in time to his thrusts into her mouth. Supporting her weight on her elbows, her dimpled white ass naked and exposed below the crotchless panty girdle, she sucked to please. Thin rivulets of saliva escaped her sucking lips to dribble from the corners of her mouth and run down the swollen stalk of the boy's thick cock. Behind her, she could feel the tender pink bud of her clitoris slip hotly forward to brush teasingly against the wispy pubic curls that fringed the parted lips of her pussy. God, it really was exciting! Then, there was the sound of the unlocked door easing open ... an ominous shadow thrust across the bed ... they were not alone!
"There it is, Archie. Have yourself a ball!"
Marion started to raise her head again in' protest, but Joe's firm grip on her flaming hair kept her from doing so. She was trapped, stuck on the end of a teenage boy's branch-like cock while ... while ... She managed to maneuver her head so as to catch a fleeting glimpse of the person called Archie in the mirror over the dresser. My God! she thought, startled. H-he's nothing but a filthy old man!
"Archie's an old pal of mine, Mrs.. Peters. He manages this joint for a friend of my old man's."
Marion scarcely heard a word of the evil motorcyclist's explanation as she stared in abject horror at the reflected image of the old gray-haired man from the corners of her eyes. God, he was at least seventy, as skinny as a rail, with skin the color and texture of weathered parchment! And his clothes, they were filthy! Greasy, smelly chino shirt and pants and sturdy, oily work shoes ... he looked like he'd just crawled out from under the plumbing in a toilet!
"She's sure got a purty ass, ain't she, Joe?"
"She sure does, Pops," Joe teased venomously. "Why don't you feel how smooth it is?"
NONONONO! Marion panicked, twisting violently in an attempt to escape the wicked boy's clutches. I won't ... I can't!
SLAP!
Joe had slapped her face. Hard. There would probably be a welt there in the morning. "You try that again, bitch, and I'll take a primary chain to your ass! Do you understand? ... Well do you!" Marion nodded in fear. "I don't think you do ... Archie, take off your belt and give her a couple of smacks. If she tries to fight you, let her have it with the buckle!"
Marion's entire kneeling body shivered in terror as she caught the dirty manager's expression in the mirror. "S Sure, Joe," he stammered excitedly. "Anything you say!" My God, he's ... he's actually drooling!
Quickly, the old man removed his thick leather belt and folded it in half. Marion felt her heart would surely stop as she watched him raise it above his gray, crew-cutted head, then bring it down with all of his meager weight behind it.
SMACK!
She could see the front of the old man's chinos poling out tent-like around his rising, ancient erection. Swoosh ... SMACK!!
MY GOD, HE'S GOING TO BEAT ME TO ... SMACK!! !
The old man raised clear up on his tiptoes, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets, his parchment lips peeled back in a sickening grin over ancient huge false teeth that were at least two sizes too large for his shriveled face.
SMACK!! ! ! SMACK!! ! !
"THAT'S GOD DAMN ENOUGH!" Joe yelled in anger. "IF I HAVE TO GET UP AND
"Y Yeah, sure, Joe," the cowardly old man whimpered, coming to his senses and dropping his belt. "I forgot. I I sure didn't mean to..."
"Oh, shut the fuck up and screw the bitch!"
"Yeah, sure, Joe. I-I'm sure sorry."
Marion felt an icy shudder coming over her. God, she could only imagine what the sadistic old manager would do to her if he ever got her alone!
Quickly, the lewd old man unzipped his fly and fished around in his chinos for his penis. Working it free with his gnarled liver-spotted hand, he hauled it out into the open. Marion emitted a small gasp around the cock still stuffing her gaping mouth at the sight of the old man's cock. It wasn't big, not compared to Joe's, but it was big enough ... and it was very, very thin ... like a greasy red candle with a wicked curve and a head the size and shape of one of those little red balls that little girls used to play jacks with. And it dripped from its gaping coralline slit onto the cotton spread, while around it, also protruding from his fly, were silvery tufts of long pubic hair. Oh God! she thought. I It looks almost like a dog's penis!
Suddenly, Marion became painfully aware of hands twisting into her hair again. "Who told you that you could stop sucking, bitch!" Joe snapped, thrusting his hips upwards for emphasis. "Get busy, bitch!"
Again, the red-haired mother began to suck upon his swollen flesh, swirling her hot pink tongue around its bloated mushroom head in wet concentric circles. She could feel it filling every hollow and crevice of her face, and ... and she could feel Archie's bony fingers kneading the pliant flesh of her buttocks as he climbed up on the bed behind her.
The old man's hands spread her smooth white buttocks like the twin halves of a sun-ripened peach, then lowered his whisker-stubbled face to the exposed crevice and licked it. He felt the young woman beneath him flinch and tense beneath his probing lingual member as it slid easily along her moist cleft, dipping and prodding into the succulent hollows of her vagina and rectum on the upsweep. Then, his emaciated old body quivering with excitement at her sweet taste, he buried his entire pale face into the exposed valley and began to suck and lick and nibble with his plastic teeth, whatever soft white skin got in the way of his dirty mouth.
Marion flinched, then, almost involuntarily, relaxed as Archie's probing mouth excited her ass against her will. Again she felt the lewd tremors of excitement in her belly, and knew that even this horrible addition to her ravishment could become pleasurable given enough time and under the proper circumstances. Then, without a hint of warning, the aged manager's tongue found the tip of her distended clitoris and began to flick it maddeningly. "OOOoooh!" she moaned uncontrollably around Joe's poling cock.
The old man grinned broadly as the young woman whose name he didn't even know began to succumb to his oral lovemaking He could tell from the subtle but persistent mewlings and backthrusts that she was more than ready to be fucked. Quickly, he clambered back up on his bony knees and situated the rigid length of his red curved penis in the saliva and perspiration-slickened crevice between the parted half-moons of her buttocks. He rubbed there deliciously for a long moment, then centered the head of his cock at the opening of her cunt and shoved, slithering easily in to the hilt in her now aroused vagina.
"OOOoooh!" the redheaded mother gurgled delightedly.
She was skewered like an obscene shish kabob between the cocks of a boy nearly young enough to be her son, and a smelly old man nearly old enough to be her grandfather. It was horrible ... it was wicked ... it was wonderful!
She could still feel her face stinging from Joe's perverted slapping of her, and thick red welts were already rising on her ass from the belt. Still, the very idea that she was being forced to play whore to these two vile men was enough to trigger fanciful masochistic thrills deep within her belly. The mere thought of being treated like a cheap cut of meat, just the thought itself, was enough to cause her clitoris to hotly stiffen.
She could feel every wrinkle and pulsing vein of Archie's cock, the thin warm lips of her vagina clinging sweetly to its filth on the out-stroke, sluicing open like the gates of a dam on the in-stroke. It was wonderful, it was heaven and hell, it was glorious!
Her lips clung tightly to Joe's hard prick upon which she continued to suck her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She could feel the young man's twisting balls seethe and tremble with their need as they bounced against her saliva and mucus-streaked chin. God, she thought, he's going to cum soon . , . and right in my mouth!
The old man gripped her now-bucking torso around her narrow waist, his head arched lewdly forward over her naked back, his tongue lolling from his toothy mouth like that of a rutting beast to drip saliva along the ridge of her spine. His smell, like that of urine and cheap liquor, of dirt and sweat, was enough to make her nauseous ... and terrible, masochistically excited. His talon-like steely fingers nearly tore through the lycra material of her panty girdle as he clawed and writhed in his insane fucking in and out of her red-haired pussy below. She was smooth as silk and he rode her like a cowboy breaking a spirited mare, the rubbery head of his dirty penis crushing painfully against the sweet ball of her cervix.
"How is she, Archie?" Joe groaned from her other end. "How's that sweet ass of hers? "
The old man looked up and grinned, beads of sweat dotting his wrinkled ancient brow. "She'd a good piece of ass, Joe. Almost as good as that little black whore you brung up here two weeks ago!"
Almost as good! Marion reddened. Well, we'll just have to see about that!
Quickly, she raised her ass still higher and began to work it in tight concentric circles, also bringing the interior muscles of her vagina into play as she milked and drew along the festered red cock poling into her dog-style in an effort to please him for the very vileness he represented to her.
Then, suddenly, without a hint of warning, Joe began to erupt. Long thin jets of the young biker's semen squirted into his friend's mother's mouth, nearly causing her to gag in her efforts to swallow it down. In her new masochistic bliss, she didn't want to lose a single drop of the pungent liquor. Oh, dear God! her lust deranged mind sang Forgive me ... but I LOVE IT SO!
Archie, behind her, increased his already-frantic fucking in and out of Marion's creamy, lust-slickened pussy. He, too, felt that he would not be able to hold off his climax for very much longer. He could feel his ancient, wrinkled, red balls churning ominously in their prickly sack, and he knew that the time was close at hand. He loved fucking these pretty young bitches, but they demanded more than his advanced age would permit in terms of lasting power. Still, he poled in and out of Marion's liquid cunt with the energy of a man half his age hard, rippling thrusts that sent the tender interior flesh of the young mother ahead of it in lusty waves of bliss.
Joe groaned the last of his release and pulled his rapidly deflating member from between Marion's sucking lips. For the next few minutes, at least, she belonged exclusively to Archie. It would take the muscular young man but a few minutes to recuperate, and he was far from finished with the delightful redheaded mother. Indeed, he intended to keep her there in that dirty motel room as long as he was capable of erection. Yes, there was several things he wanted to do to her yet ... things that she'd only dreamed of. . . !
Without the bolstering support of Joe's cock in her mouth, Marion's shoulders slumped forward on the bed, causing her ripe round breasts to mash deliciously against the rough cotton fabric of the cheap bedspread. Her thickly distended nipples rubbed and scraped there with maddening frequency, nearly causing her to cry out from the sheer pleasure of it. She could feel the old man's dirty penis thrust inwards to its seven-inch hilt, then withdraw, only to plummet inwards again with bone-jarring intensity. Time and time again it fucked in her. Time and time. . . "Oh God!" she cried suddenly, from deep down in her throat. "I'M CUMMING! ... AAAaaaUUUrrrGGGhhh!! ! "
The old man, too, sensed the final churn of his balls. Quickly now, two or three more rapid strokes, and he, too, was beginning to cream his heavy load of sperm into the writhing and bucking mother's eagerly sucking pussy from behind. "S She's even better than that nigger bitch!" he stammered breathlessly.
Marion's passion-twisted face managed to form a satisfied smile at the old man's words. She had pleased him She had pleased them both!
It would be an interesting afternoon.