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The perfume from her cunt rose to fill his brain with its heady odor, and it only increased the hunger he always felt when sucking his wife's beautiful pussy.
Over and over, Marge felt the cum-slimedwhip that was Bill's tongue as it flipped and lashed across the sensitive flesh of her crotch.
He slid it back and forth from her asshole to the blood-filled lips of her cunt, drinking in the juices that poured from her weeping cunt.
"Oh yes, baby," Marge moaned. "Eat my pussy. Eat all of it!"
Then his attacking tongue leaped away to torture the erect nubbin of her clit. A shock that was almost too much to stand shot through Marge's guts as the enraged flesh of her clit pulsed from his tongue attack.
A small mewing noise rose from deep in the back of her throat, only to die away and fade into a soft sigh. With one hand she pulled at his hair, as if wanting to push his entire head deep into her pussy.
With the other hand, she tortured one of her own firm tits into a swollen fury. The nipple stood out, angry and thrusting. The other tit seemed in sympathy with its sister, in spite of being neglected.
Bill took Marge's clit between his teeth and began the most phenomenal tongue-lashing the woman had ever known. At the same time he pushed two fingers of his free hand into the creamy brown depths of her plunging asshole.
"Ooooooohh, honnnneeeeyyyyy," she moaned, thrashing against his two-pronged attack.
Fire seemed to fill her belly and Marge realized that no amount of control could stop the earthquake orgasm as it began to rollupward from her cunt and fill all the space of her body.
She wanted to make it last, wanted to prolong the feelings of joy that his tongue caused as it danced through her private wilds and then dipped far into the foaming hole of her cunt like a ladle that her husband was using to dip out the -sweet juices of her lust. But nothing could stop it now.
"Ohhhhhh, God yessss! Suck me, baby," she grunted into the air. "Suck me dry!"
And Bill seemed intent on doing just that. Wave after dreamy wave of her cum pouted from her gaping cunt. It washed between the pouting lips of her cunt and onto Bill's waiting tongue. His face gleamed with her fluids, and time after time his mouth filled with the essence!
Her convulsions finally subsiding, Marge looked down across the expanse of her still quivering belly to watch Bill's handsome face as he continued softly kissing and licking at the lips of her pussy.
Oh God, Marge thought to herself, I'm so lucky to have him. The odds against the two of us ever getting together were astronomical; but we did it.
Bill had been the best friend of Marge's late husband, Charlie. The two men had gone through the army together, and afterwards both had attended the same college. Marge had always been attracted to her husband's friend. His rugged good-looks, his ready wit,the way a smile would just seem to explode across his face over the least little thing. But there had never been any thought of cheating.
Charlie had been only an adequate lover. But he had given Marge a beautiful daughter, Debbie, and had provided his little family with a comfortable home and the security of a dedicated family man. And Marge had always considered herself a "one-man woman."
So it was that when Charlie had died of a heart attack, Marge's whole world seemed to have collapsed around her. The financial security for her daughter and herself had been assured with Charlie's insurance and pension plan at work. But Marge found herself feeling as if there was no purpose to her life, no one for whom she could plan and work.
A huge hole had opened in her world, and at first she felt as if she just wanted to fall into it and pull the covers up over her head. She missed having a man around to do for, a man to curl up against at night. And more and more often, she began to realize that she missed having a man to love her, to take her into his strong arms and carry her to the point where every woman realizes just how much of a woman she really is.
Then Bill had come along. He had been out of the country on business when Charlie died. Indeed, it had been over a month before he had heard the news. Then Marge had received a long, supportive letter and a promise that he would drop by to see her and her daughter assoon as he could.
It had been another six months before his work finally allowed Bill to return, to the states. After that, other parts of his business kept him tied up for a while. By the time he did manage to get the time to visit his old friend's widow, it had been nearly a year since the death of her husband.
By then Marge thought that she had managed to pull her life back together again. She had taken a job, more for the sake of something to do with herself than for the money that she didn't really need. She was doing some volunteer work in one of the hospitals, and had met several new friends.
But when she opened the door and saw Bill's smiling face, all the old fears and pain that she had thought were buried deep inside herself came pouring out.
For what seemed like hours Bill had held her close, running his fingers through her long red hair and allowing her to cry herself out without any interruptions.
Years earlier he had lost his first wife in an automobile accident. He knew how much pain there was, how much loss and loneliness. He also knew the hardship of trying to raise a child as a single parent. His son Randy was now almost grown and fairly well-adjusted, but those first few years after the teen's mom had died had been really rough ones. "Okay, lady," Bill had whispered after Marge's sobs had finally stopped, "you just sitthere for a couple of minutes. I'm going to go make us some coffee."
He smiled down at where she sat all teary eyed on the sofa. "I'll tell you what. . Why don't you go wash your face in some cold water otherwise you're going to have one hell of a headache before this is over. Crying is good for the soul, but too much can be a real bitch for migraines, By the time you've finished, I'll have the water hot."
With that, he had gone off to the kitchen.
Marge went to the bathroom and cleaned up, freshening her ruined makeup and pressing cold compresses to her eyes to make them stop burning.
It was then that she had remembered that the only coffee in the house was fresh ground, and Bill was notorious about not being able to handle anything other, than instant.
She had gone into the kitchen to give him a hand, but the coffee never got made.
As she ran into the kitchen, she bumped head-on into Bill and found herself standing with her arms around the man's waist and his around her shoulders. For a moment they just stood there laughing nervously, and then Bill leaned down and brushed her lips softly with his own.
Hesitantly at first, he kissed her. But the hunger that they both felt forced its way up through their bodies until they were both pressed tightly together, feeling close to another person for the first time in all too amany years.
Marge had felt the stirrings deep in her guts as Bill's strong hands roamed freely across her back and then down across the rounded hillocks of her tight ass.
"Oh, Bill," she had started to protest, but the man's tongue had cut her off short and plunged deep into her throat. The need and hunger had been too great. It had been too long since a man had taken her.
Bill's hands had moved to her tits, fondling and gently crushing them beneath her bra. Then one roving hand had slid downward to cup the full mound of her pussy with its heat, and Marge had down that she was completely helpless in the man's arms.
Already, tiny streams of pre-cum had begun to flow, soaking the front of her slacks.
Bill had felt the growing wave of the woman's lust. In one swift move he lifted her off her feet and carried her toward the bedroom. Even if Marge had wanted to do so, she could never have stopped him. All the strength of her body had drained away with the first feeling of his hands brushing and caressing her tits and cunt.
As he carried the woman through the hallway, Bill had begun kissing and licking at the exposed expanse of her pale, full tits.
The nipples had risen to meet his attack, trembling and pulsing with the blood that pounded through the pale veins that could be seen just beneath her skin.
He had placed her gently on the bed, removing her clothes as quietly as if she were asleep and he was afraid that he might accidentally awaken her.
Marge had lain there, naked and waiting, the creamy white flesh of her already moistened thighs open and waiting for him. But she had not been prepared for the sight of Bill nude.
He looked even better to her that way than he had with his clothes on. His chest was broad and hard-muscled, his stomach flat and rippling with strength. The entire expanse of his six feet two inches seemed perfection to her happy eyes. But the thing that made the sex starved widow gasp with both happiness and a little anxiety was his massive cock.
When Bill removed his tight jeans, Marge had seen his cock for the first time. It seemed to leap angrily from the confines of his jeans. Red and lustful, Bill's slab of prickmeat was a full nine inches long and six inches around. In its semi-hard condition, the cock pointed straight at the woman like a spear toward a target.
A tiny, clear drop of pre-cum had leaked from the piss-hole at the tip of his shaft and seemed to hang there just waiting for Marge to do something with it. She had not made him wait for long.
The woman had never seen anything like this. In amazement, she found herself scooting to the end of the bed to stare at Bill's beautifulprick.
As it bobbed only inches in front of her face, Marge had realized that there was one thing she wanted more than anything else in the world. She had cupped the full sac of his balls in one of her sweating palms. With the other hand she began caressing the blue-veined length of his prick.
More fluid had oozed from the cum-hole and Marge had slid her tongue slowly up the shaft of his cock, taking all the salty drops into her mouth to savor as if they were a fine wine. Indeed, they had seemed to be that for her.
Her late husband had always enjoyed her mouth on him, but Marge had only given him blow-jobs because she knew how much he liked them. This one had been for her. She had needed it, had to know the taste of his cock, had to feel the angry pulsing cockhead pushing its way into her thirsty mouth.
"Oh feed me, Bill," she had moaned between kisses and licks of his prick.
Then, with no warning whatsoever, Marge had sucked his huge spear deep into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she drove it, impaling her face until finally she had the full length of his cock into her. Her nose had rubbed in the coarse black hairs of his crotch as his cockhead throbbed and twitched in the depths of her throat."Are you hungry, baby?" Bill had teased as he gently pumped his ass back and forth, alternately impaling and then deserting her mouthwith his shaft.
"Ummmmm hmmmm," Marge had moaned around the thickness of his cock.
She had milked at the trembling sac of his nuts with her feverish hand, pulling the eggs gently in, feeling the heat that rose from the twin globes.
Bill had reached down to cup one of her firm tits in one hand while the other hand tightened its grip on the fiery lengths of her red hair. The rising wall of flame in his crotch told him that he was rapidly reaching the point of no return, and he wanted to hold that off as long as possible. He wanted to stretch out the feeling of her velvety tongue as it bathed and worshiped his throbbing cock. But he had soon realized that nothing would help. She was too hungry, too desperate for his cream.
Suddenly, all attempts at control crumbled.
"Oh yeah, Marge, suck it good!" the man had grunted through his clenched teeth. "I'm gonna blow your head full of jizz!"
Marge had felt the quick rush and quiver in his balls. She had looked up and seen his eyes fly wide as the first wave of his scalding cum splashed across the back of her throat.
Bill had grabbed her head in both of his hands and begun slamming back and forth. He had fucked her face like a stallion mounting a mare in heat.
Stream after stream of his sticky creams had poured from the quivering end of his piss hole, filling her face to the point that Marge'scheeks had puffed outward. She had tried desperately to swallow all of it, but there had seemed to be no end to the fountain of his jism.
Again and again she had swallowed convulsively the thick gobs of his juice. But each time there had seemed to be more than her cock-stabbed mouth could hold.
Rivulets of juice poured from each corner of her mouth as she tried to seal her lips around his cock. Twin, sticky streams of it trickled from her nostrils as it filled up the back of her throat and poured out.
With the first splash of hot jism, Marge had felt her own orgasm building. She had held her thighs tightly together, but that had only made the heat worse. In desperation, she had slid one hand down to her own cunt and touched the tender flesh of her clit.
An electric shock jolted through the woman's guts, making her thighs tremble and fly open in response.
"Aaaaaghhhhh!" she had shrieked through her cock-stuffed mouth.
Fires raged through her brain, ignited by the wracking convulsions of her cuntal walls.
Bill's fountaining cum had finally nearly stopped. Only an occasional spasmodic spurt of a few droplets still dumped onto her still thrashing tongue. Even so, Marge had been reluctant to release the limp shaft of his prick.
With obvious hesitancy, she had relaxed her grip on its meaty length. The cockhead hadpopped from her mouth and slid across the soft whiteness of her chin, smearing a film of Bill's cum across her lovely face.
She used the index finger of one hand to scrape the cum from her face and then licked the finger clean. All the while she watched to see the effect her movements were having on Bill Clay as he stood before her.
It had become obvious that the man was getting aroused again, in spite of the recent fierce sucking that she had given him.
"You missed some," he had breathed heavily, pointing at the cum-smeared mound of her left tit. "God forbid I should, let any of this delicious cream go to waste," she had teased never taking her eyes from the man's face as she bent her bead forward and pulled the huge globe of her tit upward to be sucked and licked clean by her full lips.
Bill's cock had begun climbing skyward again after only a moment of watching her teasing act. But Marge decided that she wanted to speed things up a bit.
Bending forward quickly she had grasped his growing prick fiercely. Then, in one breath, she sucked both of his quivering balls into the warm depths of her mouth.
Her tongue danced softly over them, feeling the veins fill with blood, pulsing whenever she licked at the trembling flesh.
"Oh baby," Bill had groaned "I've never known anyone who was as good a cock-suckeras you are."
"Oh no you don't," she said, pulling away from his trembling nuts with the sound of a sloppy plop. She gave his cock a hard tug. "You just finished filling my mouth with that big, hard cock of yours."
She scooted back on the bed and spread her knees as wide as they would go. The lips of her cunt, so full of her lust-blood that they looked ready to burst, stood wide and inviting as they pouted around the steaming wet depths of her pussy.
"You've got another hole to plug up now, buster," she smiled teasingly.
"With pleasure, lady," Bill had laughed, climbing between her dripping thighs.
He had hooked her feet over his shoulders, and while he grabbed a torturing handful of tit with one hand, he had used the other to slide his rampant cock up and down between her begging pussy lips.
"Christ," Marge moaned. "It's been so long since I had a man. Oh God! Fuck me, you big-cocked stallion! Shove my belly full of that cock of yours."
"Not so fast." Bill had taken his own opportunity to tease a bit. "I'll get there in my own good time."
Marge was a beautiful woman and Bill had wanted to take all the time that he needed to enjoy her loveliness. As he continued sliding his pulsing cockhead between her cunt lips and against the begging flesh of her clit, the manhad watched and studied his gorgeous playmate.
At thirty-two, Margin could easily have passed for a girl ten years younger. Her fiery red hair flew wildly around her face and down across her tits. And the tits themselves were a wonder to behold. Firm, full, even when Marge was lying down they didn't come close to flattening out. Her nipples were bright pink against the pale whiteness of her skin.
Her stomach muscles were firm, her belly flat. There didn't seem to be so much as an ounce of fat beneath the supple, sweating skin. He had watched the muscles ripple there as his cockhead again brushed against her hyper-sensitized clit.
Yet most important of all was down even farther. Marge's cunt was a thick jungle of flame-red cunt hairs. Tangled, matted, perfumed by the thick juices that she had already spent, the beautiful woolly pussy between her legs seemed to actually be reaching upward in its vain attempt to pull him inside. The lips pouted and sucked at his cock until finally he could stand no more of the teasing, overt though he himself was the one doing it.
With one swift motion he leaned down and buried the full length of his prick into Marge's guts. The pounding bead, slammed into the back wall of her, aunt and seemed determined not even to stop there.
Sometimes Bill liked to fuck soft and easy, other times he wanted it hard. This time hedefinitely wanted it hard, and that was just fine with Marge.
The starving woman had not had a man since her husband's death, and the only thing that could possibly have satisfied her rabid cunt was to be fucked madly. That was exactly what Bill gave her.
"Yes, yes, fuck me hard!" she grunted between her panting breaths. "Set my cunt on fire! Yessss!"
Over and over, in and out, the cum-slimed length of Bill's nine-inch cock slammed its way into Marge's private depths.
Oh Christ, she had thought to herself, I never had any Idea that a man's cock could feel so damned good! I want it to go on forever.