As Frank watched, Stacy firmly but slowly continued shoving his big prick up her asshole. The long shaft sank deeper and deeper, seeming to be moving in slow motion. He felt Margie tensing more and more, and thought he heard a low moan escape from her.
Now that the head was firmly imbedded in her, Stacy released his shaft and gripped her firmly about the hips, pulling her back at the same time he shoved his cock forward into her. Inch by inch it sunk into her asshole until it was halfway in. By then Margie was moaning aloud and her head was rising and falling on Frank's cock so fast it was all he could do to keep from coming.
Stacy paused then, pulling his prick almost all the way out, leaving only the head out of sight. Then, in several quick, short pumps, he rammed his dick back and forth, never going deeper than he had already penetrated. Then, gripping her hips firmly, he began shoving his big cock further and further into the depths of her ass. Again Margie began to groan out loud, pushing herself back onto Stacy's pole as hard as he was shoving into her.
Deeper and deeper, slowly all the time, it penetrated until less than an inch remained out of her. Then Stacy pushed again, and pulling half-way back, pumped back and forth very rapidly.
"Ummmmoohhhhh!" Margie wailed as his marvelous dick fucked back and forth in her asshole. At the same time, she sucked and pulled at Frank's cock with renewed vigor. Deep inside her asshole she felt the tingling, burning sensation, feeling the huge hunk of cock far inside her.
Stacy's cock was pumping, back and forth steadily, gaining speed with every thrust. Finally his cock was plowing all the way into her asshole, making a loud, smacking noise as his pelvis slammed into her ass. He was deliberately taking long, powerful strokes, ramming his dick all the way in her, then pulling almost the entire length out of her, only to power-house it back into her asshole again.
Her head was almost a blur as she pounded up and down on Frank's throbbing dick. She was groaning loudly now, totally immersed in the bliss of having both her mouth and her asshole so completely filled with glorious male meat.
Stacy was pounding his huge cock back and forth into her at an increased speed now, going almost as fast as he could. When Frank looked at Stacy's face he could tell from the contorted expression he was only seconds from spurting Margie's asshole full of his hot cum. But he hadn't noticed several of the others had come closer and were watching with lustful interest. Just then Stacy let out a loud sigh and drilled his enormous cock as far and as hard up her ass as he could.
Margie gurgled loudly, freezing her bobbing head as she felt Stacy's cock swelling in her ass. She knew he was ready to come, and waited with eager anticipation for the hot juice to jet into her. His cock started pumping back and forth in her burning rear hole and then she felt his hot cum spewing inside her. She was filled almost at once, and still he fucked into her, ramming her as hard as he could, causing her pangs of pain now. Still she didn't want him to stop, and found herself almost sorry that he had come so fast.
He shot her ass with another full load. She could feel it running down the insides of her thighs, mingling with the juices from her already cum-filled pussy.
When Stacy had finished, be paused only a moment, then leaned over and kissed her naked back. "That was a great ride," he wheezed. "Man, you've got one hell of a tight ass! It was great!" With that he pulled back and his big dick popped out of her with a smack.
Damn, Margie thought, I wish he hadn't said that. It seemed to spoil everything.
Meat. That's all a woman is, just meat and a hole to fuck.
Maybe Momma was right after all.
But again her mind was drawn back to Frank's huge cock. It was pouring a gallon of white hot cum into her mouth and she had to concentrate on swallowing his jism in order not to choke to death.
CHAPTER TWO
She was sweet eighteen and never been kissed, or almost never, when she met Allen Fine. He was young, handsome, and had been the local high-school football hero. Now he was a college football hero and, even though he was older than Margie, that made him a catch for any young girl just graduated from high school.
She knew about sex, and she wasn't afraid of it. But her mother had always drilled into her that some day the right boy would come along. And when he did, he wouldn't marry a girl with a reputation. What her mother didn't tell her was that the right boy probably wouldn't marry her anyway if he didn't fuck her first.
That, Margie found out the hard way.
It was late, midnight, and they were alone on the sofa in Allen's father's house. It was their ninth or tenth date, and Margie was having a hard time keeping Margie away from her.
She felt the familiar tight knot harden in her throat as he gently pushed her back, down on the sofa. His hands were fondling and kneading the conical mounds of flesh under her tight sweater.
"Please, Margie," Margie pleaded, her brown eyes wide with alarm at the look of lust on his face.
For a moment he hesitated. But she knew that they had already gone too far. There was a hunger in him, a hunger that had burned for too many weeks. It now drove him down to her lovely, wide lips, smearing her lipstick over her mouth.
She could feel the need for sex rising in her own body. Frantically, she pushed at his chest, trying to keep her emotions in balance.
"Margie… oh, Margie, you're so beautiful…"
"Allen…" she gasped, her lips trembling under his.
It's all right, her body screamed. He loves you. Can't you see that from the way he's playing with your breasts, wanting to feel their naked warmth under his fingers, under his hot lips.
She could feel the hardness at his crotch become like steel as he rubbed against her. She moaned, her lips moved away, called out his name. It was the call of a lusting but frightened girl. "No… don't!"
"Please, Margie… I… I… can't wait anymore." The words were smothered against the creamy softness of her throat. His body moved against the softness of hers beneath him. His rigid cock was pulsing directly against the puffy mound of her cunt.
His hand reached down to her tight skin, attempted to work it up over her legs, tried to find the soft warm flesh of her naked thigh, frantically working along the nylon stocking, but unable to get beyond the rigid line of her gray skin.
"Honey, help… please, for God's sake," be half sobbed, the desperation and burning hurting so much that his teeth damped together.
"Oh, Allen… please… you promised!" Margie lay there like stone, unmoving, staring up at him, her lovely eyes frowning, her lips trembling. "Please, you promised!"
His fingers gripped the skirt, threatening to tear it away by brute force.
"Allen!" she screamed, jerking away from him, horror contorting her face.
They stared at each other far a long time. Margie's eyes were thick with fury and fear.
Then, abruptly, Allen got up, stalked out of the room, and returned moments later with her coat. "Let's go."
"Where?"
"I'm taking you home, baby," he said. "For good."
"Oh, Allen… please."
"Please, shit."
"Allen."
"What?"
"Kiss me."
The invitation was in her eyes. This time she would do it.
They kissed again deeply, with great passion, and as they did their bodies began to respond with growing desire. They pressed close together and Allen ran his hands up and down the enticing roundness of her luscious body.
Then they were back on the sofa and he slid his hand boldly up under the sweater and began to stroke the naked skin, of her back. She cuddled closer and kissed him gently on the cheek, nuzzling his rough skin.
Instinctively, her hand began to rove over his muscular back. She loved his powerful body, hard as a rock, and she felt a spasm of excitement pulse through her as she touched his skin. She nestled softly into the dark curling hair on his well-developed chest, feeling tiny and secure.