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Authors name: [lost]
Story Title : Married With Children
PART 2 of 2
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M A R C E D A R C Y
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She managed to get herself most of the way onto the
bed, with just her legs still hanging off. I stood up
over her, my slicked fingers, traveling in and out of her
pussy. Mrs. Bundy made it completely onto the bed, her
legs confined by the leotard trapped around her calves. I
knelt behind her on the bed and pushed my dick back into
her. This time she was in the almost optimum position.
With her face and upper torso resting on the bed with her
ass in the air, I was able to slam my dick all the way
home. With a firm grip on each of her cheeks, I fucked
the hell out of my art partner's mother. When I finally
came the two of us were covered in sweat and exhausted. I
collapsed beside her on the bed and Mrs. Bundy just lay on
the bed her ass still in the air, my load dripping from
her now very loosed snatch. With a crash, she teetered
over, landing with her butt facing away from me.
"Oh my, that was so incredible," she said, running
her hands between her legs.
I smiled and planted a kiss on her upper nipple.
Mrs. Bundy groaned and said maybe she couldn't take
another time. I answered by wrapping my lips around the
nipple and nipping at it. Sucked on her breasts for a few
minutes before I slid back down between her legs. I
pulled off her heels, kissing her red toenails and then I
withdrew her leotard and panties, tossing them over my
shoulder. She parted her thighs and I brought her off
again, this time by dipping a lubed finger around her
asshole. She complained initially but moments later, she
was coming like crazy.
We kissed deeply, with me depositing a load of her
own juices into her mouth. She pulled away at first, but
upon realizing what I was doing she giggled and kissed me
more deeply. Afterward she told me that we had maybe
fifteen minutes before her husband came home. I said
maybe I should go, but Mrs. Bundy pushed me back onto the
bed and sat up on her knees. She tossed her bra aside and
then held my dick up, blowing on it gently.
It was hard in no time and her lips wrapped around it
from the side, pushing into my cock, while her hands
played with my balls. She switched from that to deep
throating me and soon I was bucking into her bobbing head
again. I could clearly hear the sounds of her saliva and
my pre-come filled mouth sliding up and down my hardened
flesh. I reached down and grasped her big tits again,
tweaking her huge nipples.
Mrs. Bundy stopped sucking me off and straddled my
legs. She leaned forward wrapping her chest around my
cock. When the head would appear from her immense
cleavage she would lick the tip. She kept going even
after I warned her I was going to come. The blast hit her
face, mostly her open mouth and huge amounts shot all over
her fingers and tits, sliding down to her nipples. A few
stray strands hit my stomach. Mrs. Bundy licked the come
off her fingers and my dick before kissing me opened
mouth. I swallowed some of my own load gladly.
She pulled away and glanced at the clock, "It's after
five, Al will be home any minute."
Mrs. Bundy climbed off the bed and tossed my clothes
at me, urging me to get dressed quickly. I pulled on my
clothes, with her helping. Suddenly she looked up. "If
Bud's home he may be downstairs. Wait here."
She put on a robe and disappeared out the door while
I finished dressing. A minute later she came in, happy to
tell me her son was in his room. With her guiding I was
led to the front door and she whispered how exciting it
would be if we could meet again.
***
The next day I was near the Bundy's driveway when a
woman getting out of a BMW in the driveway next door
called to me. I turned back, shocked that she was
speaking to me. "Yoohoo, young man. Hello, young man.
Yes, you. Could please come here?"
I looked around to be sure she was talking to me. I
walked over to her, confused. The little woman was about
thirty or so and had a perky, healthy look about her. She
seemed excessively bubbly and her short curly hair had a
goofy bounce to it.
"Aren't you the young man that was at the Bundy's
yesterday?"
"Pardon, ma'am?"
"Come with me," she said, walking away. I noticed
she didn't walk all that well in heels. I followed her
into the house and up the stairs. I thought it odd but I
figured she wasn't exactly threatening. How many BMW
drivers are? Which I remarked on - that is the beamer.
"Oh, I'm a loan officer at a bank. You see that's
part of it. I work banker's hours, so I'm home from about
four on. Get what I'm saying? No, huh?"
We entered her room, which was dominated by a large,
king size bed and tons of nice furniture. She moved to
the window and hauled back the drapes with bravado. "See
what I mean," she said, motioning for me to look out the
window.
I stepped up to the window and saw that from that
vantage point I could clearly see into the Bundy's
bedroom. I couldn't remember if we had drawn the drapes
but I doubted it. I tried to play dumb. "What am I
supposed to see?"
"Maybe some young buck screwing Peg Bundy from
behind," she said, patting my ass.
I turned around and was shocked and excited to see
that she had opened her blouse and shed her coat. Her
white slip was plainly evident. Her body was not great
but certainly not offensive. She just lacked the drastic
curves I found enticing in the Bundy women. She stepped
forward and opened my shorts, her hands rummaging through
my boxers. "Care for a repeat performance with a stand-
in?"
"I...don't even know your name," I said with shock as
she pulled out my cock and began rubbing it with her small
girlish hands.
"Call me Ms. Darcy," she said as she moved away from
my developing hard-on.
"I'm Dan," I offered as she unzipped her skirt and
shrugged it down.
"Great, close the drapes, I'm not giving Peggy the
same show."
I turned around and pulled them shut and then I
stepped out of my shorts and boxers, kicking off my shoes
too. I could not believe I was getting lucky again. I
turned back to Ms. Darcy to see her on all fours on the
big bed, still wearing her slip, but I saw her panties
laying on the floor near the bed. I crossed the room,
tossing my shirt aside. Ms. Darcy, turned, waving her
little rear at me. I could see her tuft of brown muff
peeking from between her smooth little ass cheeks. She
looked back over her shoulder, wiggling.
"Bring it home," she insisted.
I licked my fingers and slid it up her pussy lips. A
shudder went through her body and Ms. Darcy pushed her
ass back, parting her legs more. "Oh yes," she cooed.
"You want my cock in here," I asked, rubbing her clit
with my middle finger, while pushing my thumb a touch into
her slit.
"Put it in there," she said with a bit of edge behind
her voice.
I licked my fingers again and pushed my index finger
into her cunt, slipping in up to the third knuckle rather
quickly. I finger banged her for awhile, while I massaged
my own tool with my free hand. Ms. Darcy was really
loving it, as she rocked in time with my thrusting digits,
letting out whines each time. "Give me more," she
insisted.
I added another finger and that satisfied her for a
minute before she asked for more. "What do you want, Ms.
Darcy?"
"I want your dick in me," she said looking back over
her shoulder again.
"In here?" I asked, patting her twat, "Or in here," I
asked pushing my thumb against her butt-hole. She breathed
in deeply and I felt the goose-bumps cover her body.
That's what you want isn't it? You want me to brown-stick
you, Ms Darcy?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you to fuck me."
"Where?" I said, grasping her thighs and preparing
myself for impaling her.
"In the ass. I want your dick in my ass," she
wailed.
"How about your pussy instead, Ms. Darcy? I think that's
all I'm willing to do here."
"Just put it in me," she said, pushing her ass toward
me. I guided my dick into her brown haired muff, knowing
it wasn't exactly what she was after. "Oh god, yes. Fuck
me."
I wrapped my fingers around her narrow hips and began
shoving my penis deep into her. With each thrust she
voiced her pleasure telling me to go harder. To push
deeper. To fill her with my dick. I did my best,
pounding into her quickly slickening pussy. Ms. Darcy's
voice ferrous exclamations became grunts as we progressed
and her head dropped, with her thin curly hair jostling
with each mighty thrust of my dick into her small body.
She orgasmed with incredible shudders of her body, while
issuing a high pitched keening sound. I could feel my
orgasm approaching too but I had an awesome idea. I could
tell this woman was all mine. I pulled out of her and Ms.
Darcy complained, "No don't stop. I want to feel you come
in me."
"Roll over," I suggested, slapping her ass. Ms. Darcy
twisted onto her rear and spread her legs, leaning back
for my reentry. I grabbed at her thin slip and hauled it
up, pushing it against her chin. She quickly pulled it
off her head and before it was completely off, I had
straddled her torso. "You like it in the ass, Ms. Darcy,
so I bet you like getting titty fucked too."
"Oh yes," she said as I leaned forward, placing my
dick on her bony chest. Her tits were tiny - almost
nonexistent, but I rubbed my cock up and down on her
sternum, occasionally fucking her hard nipples. Ms. Darcy
helped, trapping my dick between her hands and her chest,
urging me on as I dry fucked her chest.
"I'm coming," I said as my dick blasted it's first
spurt across her chest and into her chin.
"Come on me, baby," Ms. Darcy urged, letting my dick
be free of her body but not her hands which tugged at it,
spraying my juice onto her face. Strands hit her upturned
lips and open mouth. One landed on her right eye. The
last powerful burst I had hit her forehead, leaving a
trail down her face to the tip of her chin. I continued
to come but it only pooled at her sternum and in her
hands.
"You liked that, didn't you," I asked as I slid off
her body and ran my fingers over her chest, depositing the
come in her mouth. In between licking my fingers clean
she agreed. "You taste wonderful," she said, pushing her
own come soaked digits into my mouth. I sucked at them
greedily and then leaned over her chest, licking off more
of my come. Our mouths finally met and we snowballed each
other before swallowing.
We kissed for awhile before, I dropped back down to
her hard small breasts, covering her nipple with my mouth.
My left hand dove between her well juiced thighs,
massaging her still stiff clit. My combined tongue,
finger action brought her off five minutes later in sweaty
throes of ecstasy. Dipping my head down, I cleaned the
perspiration from Ms. Darcy's hard flat stomach and mowed
her tiny strip of brown pubes. Ms. Darcy lifted her right
leg and dropped it to the side allowing my fingers and
tongue easy access to her pussy which I began working
again.
Suddenly I heard the door open and I twisted around
to see what had happened. Standing in the doorway was a
man of no more than thirty - about five years her junior -
wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. He was a good looking
guy and he had a nice muscular build.
"Wow, Marce, you started without me," he complained,
undoing his jeans.
"I just couldn't wait to have this young buck in me,"
she said running her fingers through my hair. "Why are
you late, Jefferson?"
He dropped his pants and boxers freeing his huge
semi-hard penis and then he began undoing his shirt, "The
hair appointment ran over time. I'm sorry Marce, can I
make it up to you?"
We'll see," she said with a pouty voice. "I think
maybe Dan here can take up some of the slack."
"Ah but does he have this," Jefferson asked, stroking
his dick.
"No he doesn't," she replied ruefully and then she
leaned across the bed and took his dick in her small
hands. Pulling him forward, she kissed the head of his
penis, "How's mommy's favorite toy?"
"Excited," Jefferson answered with a grin, his eyes
falling on me.
"Oh, by the way, Karl, this is my husband Jefferson.
Jefferson, Karl," Ms. Darcy said before kissing her
husband's dick again. We said hello and before anything
else was said, she had begun to suck his lamb's leg with
loud slurping sounds accompanying. Jefferson just rocked
in place, his fingers guiding his wife's head while he
repeated, "Oh yeah, Marcy, love my dick. That's it, suck
it all down your throat. Get me nice and hard so I can
fuck in front of our friend. Keep going. Uh, uh, don't
stop. That's it, rub my balls, baby."
Seeing Ms. Darcy's ass and swollen pussy lips exposed
to me, I leaned over and dragged my tongue up her slit.
She stopped sucking her husband's dick for a second,
pausing to issue a moan of agreement. I went to work
lapping at her cunt while she blew her husband.
Remembering her response to the ass questions, I licked at
her bung hole and her quiver told me what I wanted. Soon
I was rimming her and fingering her juicy box while her
husband continued to comment on the blow he was receiving.
"Oh, Marce, turn around so I can pound that sticky
cunt," Jefferson commanded.
Ms. Darcy pulled away from me and rolled onto her
back, parting her legs in a wide vee. With her little
rear hanging a bit off the edge of the bed, Jefferson,
pushed his penis into her. The eight plus inches
disappeared in no time. He place his palms on either side
of her and began thrusting like crazy, getting every inch
of his cock into her snatch. I just sat back and watched
while they went at, my hand slowly rubbing my hardening
tool. They switched positions again, with Ms. Darcy's
legs pulled back. Again they changed positions so that
Marcy was only on the bed with her shoulders and head,
while Jefferson, on his knees, held her thighs and fucked
her. Still not enough they ended up with Ms. Darcy
holding her legs over her head, while he plowed into her
well worn snatch. "Oh yeah, you're so good, baby," he
muttered.
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with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
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