This is a story of fiction. ALL relevant characters are 18 or over. No one under 18, will be involved in any such actions. Please enjoy.
The main character is Margie Bowers. She was 23 years old from a little town just north of Denver, called Windsor. At 5'3 and 117 lbs., she was, what one might call, a 'Plain Jane'. Not a model by any stretch, but she was indeed, attractive. She has 34C breasts, which, for her body size was considered large. Mid-length brunette hair fell from her head, as a pair of glasses covered her, beautiful, blue eyes. Not one to wear a lot of make-up, her natural beauty and skin-tone, as well as, her luscious legs, were her calling card. This story will go in to detail the very, very, busy life she lived. Starting with her wedding.
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Wednesday night before the wedding...
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" Every thrust into her well used pussy, Margie could only hold on. With her nylon-clad legs pointing, whorishly, to the ceiling, the lewdness of the skin-to-skin squelching could only be described as raucous. Having decide to use her apartment, she told her fiance, Tim, he would need to stay at his parents house for the night. The malifluous sounds of fornication emanated throughout the bedroom. "Yes! OhYes!" She would seductively pant, as the person sweating above her, balls deep inside her petite body, enjoyed the spoils of his labor.
As the franticness of the proceedings continued forth, the 23 year old mother-of-two tried in vain to intervene. "Slow..slow down..pl..please," she practically begged, every downward propulsion eliciting yelps from her exhausted body. "God yessss," she lustfully mewled, as she stared into the mirror above the bed.
Running her perfectly manicured fingers through the sweat-matted chest hair dripping onto her 34C breasts, the half-hearted smile on her face, contorted time after time while the sledgehammer invaded her snatch, was intent on doing its' intended damage. Being her 3rd session of the day, but with a different guy each time, Margie was clearly wornout. But, as has been well established, "Anytime, Anywhere," was distinctly understood.
After leaving the wedding rehearsal and dinner at 7:15, the urgency had built to an overwrought necessity. Now past 8:45pm, the fucking Margie was enduring had been transpiring as soon as they walked into her bedroom. The drive to the farm would have taken an hour, and both were anxious to get "down to business."
"My apartment is closer, just go there," She would offer, as his rough hand traversed the length of her pantyhose. The old, beat-up, Chevy truck pulled into the visitor parking space right in front of her apartment. Knowing her kids were safe with her mom back at the house, Margie had no worries tonight about any interruptions.
"Oh! Oh! fu..fuck me!" The seductive encouragement bellowing from her passionate desires echoed in his ear.
"Fuck yes, Marg," was responded in return, as the odoriferous emanation of vile sex filled the air. Every thumping of the wall, every creak of the mattress and bedsprings displayed the heartfelt feelings in the room.
With some guilt, she wondered silently why Tim was still intent on marrying her, knowing what he ultimately learned a few weeks prior. Having been "coerced" to secrecy, the talk Tim was given also came with the understanding that if it gets out, he's as good as dead. So if he wants to marry her, he doesn't get final say in the relationships she has.
But bringing her mind back to the current 'goings-on', that guilt disappeared just as quickly as it came to the forefront.
"I know..you're..thinking about..him..Margie," the baritone voice sounded. "We..had..this talk..Oh fuck yes..earlier," as he continued slamming his hips into her sodden pussy.
"No..no..gram..grampa," Margie stammered, as deep in the throes of passion as one could be. "Just pl..please fu..fuck me," she beguilingly pleaded.
As the rain pitter-pattered off the bedroom window, the fogged up glass caused by the two participants made it difficult to even see outside. The 64 yr-old widower doubled-down and regripped his granddaughter's legs sensing his carnal need to orgasm. Ted Morgan was one of a couple people allowed to finish inside her without a condom.
"Ahh! Ah! Ahh!" Ted would repeat, knowing the Viagra he took beforehand, would allow him ample opportunity to fuck his willing granddaughter at least 2 times this night.
Every thrust, more powerful than the last one, was exhaustive, even to the old man, but the beautiful specimen cooing under him helped drown out the arthritic discomfort in his joints. Sensing his pending eruption, Ted willed himself into finishing what he started. Seemingly getting a taste of the "Fountain of Youth", Ted's hips began pistoning incessantly, in and out of his wayward granddaughter.
"Gram..Grampa," the 23 yr old brunette would begin chanting. "God yes..Yes..Yes. Fuck..fuck my pussy. Ohyes!" The submissiveness in her voice, telling. Digging her nails into his shoulders and her eyes never leaving his, she felt his shaft repeatedly poking her cervix. Finally, one, two, three hard, incestuous thrusts later....he hit paydirt.
"Grampa's cumminggg!" He'd groan, through gritted teeth.
"Oh Grampa!!," the beautiful bride-to-be gasped. Wave after wave of his pent up semen exploded into his granddaughter. Having not seen her in 3 weeks because of all the goings on in her life, from college classes, to wedding preparations, to the other men in her life, Margie didn't have time to pay him her usual, twice weekly visits to his farm.
Shaking uncontrollably above her, his hips violently gyrated in her, hermetically sealing the space conjoined by their sexual organs. Spurt after spurt blasted against her cervix taking in a few more loads. Finally, her vaginal muscles having actively massaged the python sluicing her innards, began to release its' death grip.
"Ohhhhh Grampa, oh yes," she seductively mewled, as she ran her fingers through the sweat beads on his hairy chest.
Slowly pulling out of her, Margie gasped. The sheer exhaustion in her face was telling, as she already endured two other sessions earlier that day. With a plop, Ted's semi-hard penis showcased the remnants of their activities. The white, milky substance matted on his length, was mixed with her vaginal secretions creating a lewd film all the way up to the base of his cock.
"Good God, Margie," Ted announced, heavily panting. "You're going to be the death of me."
Also desperately trying to catch her breath, Margie lie on the bed, legs spread but finally resting on the mattress. After being held up by her grand father's shoulders for the duration of their lovemaking, the numbness in her legs slowly began to fade. Managing to move to a sitting position, she saw her grampa clasping his overalls back on him.
Trying to stand herself, her rubbery legs felt as though they would give out on her. Buttoning her blouse, ruffled from the constant movement while still on her body, she managed to also clasp her bra back over her bruised orbs. Reaching down, she took hold of the top of her tan pantyhose and began fitting them back over her waist. Looking at herself in the mirror against the wall, she noticed two long runs down each of her inner thighs. Once she had the nylons taut on her legs, she smoothed down her purple skirt.
"I needed that, young lady," Ted said, matter-of-factly.
Sauntering up to her grandfather, she stood on her tiptoes, planting a kiss on his nose.
"I know you did," she admitted. "I'm sorry I haven't been available to you," pursing her lips in a playful, pouty manner. "But with Daddy, Mikey, Gracie's husband Jon, Uncle Marcus, and then the few others I entertain periodically, it's difficult driving out to you."
