Marianne Sutner lay on her bed, naked, her hands roaming urgently, hungrily over her body. She cupped her boobs, tweaking at her stiff reddened nipples, making them throb with pleasure. Oh yeah, that felt so good, as her hands swirled around her breasts, she felt the start of pleasure stirring deep inside her, she loved the sensations of unhurried, loving caresses. It was like a lover's warm hand that stoked her body, it simply massaged and played with the outer fringes, making her hot and wet by gentle touches, never forcing, never in a hurry.
Her mind cued up the focal point of her masturbation fantasy, she remembered what she'd seen back when Lester was her Mom's boyfriend when she'd come home early from the movies. Oh my god! She'd had never seen anything like it. Lester took her Mom and controlled her like a wild animal. Every cycle he plunged his thick, burly meat deep inside her mother's cunt as if he owned her. It lasted for what seemed like an hour or more and the whole time Marianne was mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off the two of them rutting like sex crazed animals. All she could do was stand there as quietly as possible and dig at her own sopping twat, imagining what it would feel like if Lester was ramming her 18-year-old pussy with that burly meat.
Her mind ran with it, and she imagined herself in her Mom's place. She felt her juices start to flow, her head lolled back and her breaths grew deeper. She took her 9-inch dildo, and as she nudged it against her and thrust hard, she imagined herself under Lester, he was slamming his rod in and out of her pussy, taking her like a wild animal in heat. She cried out, fuck it felt so good, and she fucked herself wildly.
Marianne's sex was aching for release, soaking with the slickness of her juices, her scent reaching her nostrils and turning her on more. She was sweating like a pig, the A/C was totally out of order, but she couldn't stop. She gasped and writhed on the bed, one hand pumping her dildo in and out, as she rolled onto her side, and cocked her leg up.
She could feel the pressure build, her body was virtually throbbing, she knew that orgasm was imminent. Her other hands caressed her hips and ass cheeks, down the crease between them, fingering and rubbing the skin between her ass hole and her pussy. She ran her fingers down, in her fantasy, Lester was grunting, growling, he shouted, 'Oh yeah baby, gonna cum, fuck, fuck, YEEAHHHH!' As she imagined the hot rush of his cum pouring into her willing pussy, she stroked at her tightly puckered hole, and as she slipped the tip of her finger in, probing her ass hole, she exploded immediately, shrieking and yelling, oh fuck, it felt like she was coming apart at the seams as she writhed and shook in orgasmic ecstasy. She let the spasms ripple through her until the last one shook her, and she slumped down, sexually satisfied for the moment.
As her orgasm ebbed, Marianne was disappointed. She'd had a date all set up for tonight with Lester, her Mom's former boyfriend, but it had fallen through. After that time, being able to spy on them while he fucked his Mom, it may have been a couple of months ago, but she recalled it all with perfect clarity, keeping it fresh and alive by using that as the focal point of concentration every time she masturbated.
It was as though her Mom was completely helpless, but in absolute ecstasy as Lester fucked her like a sex-crazed animal. God, what she'd give to experience that kind of animalistic passion. Her first time was the night of her 18th birthday, with a bungling boy of the same age. Her deflowering had been nothing to write home about, in fact, it was horrible. Over the last few months, she'd had 3 lovers, but none even came close to giving her the all-consuming orgasm that had her Mom shrieking and yelling, almost bringing the house down, that wild sex session she had witnessed on that Friday night.
She'd always had a thing for older guys. Marianne suspected that her mother knew that and that is why she and her father had so much conflict. She had run her dad off when she was nine, telling him she never wanted to see his fucking face again. That was the most painful thing she'd ever experienced. Marianne loved her daddy and he loved his little princess. He'd never been anything but a loving Daddy, never fooling around or molesting her body, but her Mom, being a drunken lush, always thought that the closeness between them was some kind of sicko sex connection. Poor Daddy, she missed him terribly.
Her Mom had many boyfriends after dad's departure, she was a real sexually driven slut, Marianne had heard her having sex hundreds of times, but never anything like that Friday night she came home early from the movies, and saw Lester and her Mom going at it. Lester was a great guy and reminded her a lot of daddy. Maybe he was a little too much like daddy because her Mom ran him off just a couple of months later. He was nice to Marianne, maybe a little too nice from her Mom's perspective. He was always complimenting her. So of course, her Mom, being the drunken lush, had run him off too.
