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Happy Days: Fonzie Takes Charge (mF,mf,reluc,cons)
by Wilcox

Mrs. Marion Cunningham shivered at the sight of the rugged young man who was
her son's new best friend. He was a high school dropout who worked as a
mechanic at the local garage. What made her shiver most were the memories of
when she herself was in high school and had a crush on the most rugged boy
in the school, a boy very similar to Richie's friend Arthur Fonzarelli.

Perhaps it was his bold self-assured manners that bordered on being arrogant
that Marion felt so apprehensive about. But deep down she knew it was because
this young man reminded her so much of the boyfriend she had in high school.
Upon seeing this self-assured young man with long perfectly combed hair,
Marion had gone weak at the knees, as flashbacks of her old flame haunted
her.

Marion instantly knew there was only one thing on Fonzie's mind, that being
to bed any female that fell under his spell and that would include her young
daughter Joanie if given the chance. She remembered so well how she was
unable to resist the advances of her old flame, surrendering her virginity
to him in her freshman year of high school.

She recalled that once she did surrender herself to him, it became a Saturday
night ritual where he would fuck her all night long. Not that she complained
about it, loving the mind-shattering orgasms he took her to each time they
fucked. Her parents tried to curb the relationship. But it was only when her
boyfriend was killed in a motorcycle accident that she returned to the
conservative girl she had always been before.

Marion never revealed her 'wild' streak when she met Howard, her loving
husband, years after the death of her first love. Although she was no longer
a virgin, she appeared conservative and naive to Howard Cunningham and he
asked her to marry him a year after they'd met.

So many of the wild sexual acts that Marion had performed and immensely
enjoyed with her high school lover were never to be enjoyed by her very
conservative husband. She was afraid to let herself go again and did not
want to reveal the 'wild' streak simmering deep within her.

Fonzie was well experienced with teenage girls and had often scored with
older chicks. His toughness, rugged good looks and self-assurance had all
the girls fawning over him. He had his pick of the young girls that came
his way that he didn't have to go far to find a girl willing to spread her
legs for him.

He normally didn't bother meeting a girl's parents, telling the girls to meet
him if they wanted to go out with him. The girls merely told their parents
they were going out with a bunch of friends and they would sneak out to meet
him for a masterful fuck.

Once Fonzie met Richie Cunningham a strange bond was formed. They were
opposites in almost every way, which was one of the reasons they became
friends. Richie was the boy Fonzie never had the chance to be because of
his rough upbringing and family situation. Richie on his part was taken
by Fonzie masterful way of handling every problem and situation with self
assured ease.

The first time Fonzie was introduced to Richie's pretty mother his vast
experience told him just what an effect he was having upon this pretty
married woman. He could feel her shiver as he shook her soft hand. He
deliberately held her hand much longer than customary as he checked out
her full figured body, "Ayyyyyy Mrs. C, your looking really niccccce!"

He smiled as Marion blushed and quickly withdrew her captured hand as she
responded, "Ohhh, thank you Arthur, your so sweet."

He guessed she was in her late-thirties, about 5'5" and 120 lbs. He
especially loved the long trim legs and beautiful light brown hair that
went with her curvaceous body. She was really built he thought as his cock
gave a twitch.

If he had known Richie had such a pretty mother, he wouldn't have objected
coming over earlier to meet his new friend's parents. He certainly looked
forward to meeting Mrs. C again. Just looking at her beautiful features,
Fonzie's hormones went into overdrive and his cock quickly rose to bulge
the crotch of his jeans. 'Man, I'd sure would like to get between her long
sexy legs and throw her a fuck!' he muttered to himself.

That night when he was hanging out with Richie, he learned from him that his
mother didn't approve of him hanging out with him, saying it was because he
was so much wilder than he was. Plus she didn't like that her young daughter
would be exposed to him as a friend of her big brothers'.

Fonzie had to hide his smile and hold back his laughter, this was really
'good' news to him. Now he had just the topic in which he could approach
Richie's mother with, knowing how uncomfortable she was when he first met
her. Plus Richie's pretty little sister was ripe for the picking and he
wanted to be the one who got her cherry.

Fonzie learned a lot from Richie about his parents, how his dad loved to
watch Green Bay Packer football games each Sunday on the television in their
den. While his dad was captivated by the football game, his lovely mom would
putter around in her backyard garden. He recalled how nicely groomed the
backyard had been.

In bed that night, Fonzie spotted a throbbing hardon as he could still
picture Mrs. C as he had seen her early that evening. Then his mind went into
overdrive as his mind slowly peeled her dress from her, picturing her in just
her undergarments.

He licked his lips as he pictured her sweet little ass bared before him. How
he wanted to step up between her soft cheeks, grasp her hips in his hands as
he slid himself into her hot slippery pussy. Shivering, he began stroking his
aching cock, spurting a huge stream of cum with her image in his mind.

As the week went by, Joanie's 15th birthday was coming up on Sunday. Fonzie
told her he'd give her a special present that night, a ride she'd never
forget. Joanie gushed in joy at being singled out by her big brother's
worldly friend. He knew that Richie was going to be out of town for the
weekend and that this was his chance to get in tight with the sexy females
in the Cunningham family.

She told him that her girlfriends were making a 'girls only' picnic to
celebrate her birthday. He offered to pick Joanie up and give her a ride to
the picnic on his motorcycle and she readily accepted, saying she'd get a
ride home with one of the girls who had just gotten her license.

Purposely arriving early to pick Joanie up, she invited him in while she
finished getting ready. He peered into the darkened den, lit up only by the
television, the drapes drawn to shut out the daylight. Mr. Cunningham was
oblivious to anything but the game. He then wandered toward the kitchen and
peered out into the backyard.

His mouth dropped open at the sight before him. There was Mrs. C, dressed in
a blouse and shorts, bending over at the waist to tend to a plant. The long
white legs and beautiful tight ass had Fonzie so horny that he had to rub his
aching cock.

When Joanie came out of her room, Fonzie wished her a 'Happy Birthday!' and
they headed out. Fonzie intended on giving her a birthday present she'd
always remember him by, as no girl ever forgot who got her precious cherry.
Having picked up some wine, he intended on getting her a bit tipsy that night
and then make a woman out of her.

* * *

With her radio on to some soft music, Marion was enjoying the beautiful day
as she puttered about the flowers and shrubs. She enjoyed being in the warmth
of the sun with some shade provided by the leaves of the overhanging oak
tree. As she began to transplant some colorful flowers from the pots into the
ground at the base of the oak tree, a large shadow suddenly appeared and
blocked all the sun, startling her.

Turning to see who it was, she gasped aloud as her son's rugged, handsome
friend was standing before her with his arrogant, self-assured cockiness on
full display. A cockiness that Marion took offense to but deep down excited
her as it reminded her of her first boyfriend.

"Hi, Mrs. C!" Fonzie greeted the pretty mother and grinned widely in his
self-assured manner.

Startled, Marion stumbled a bit, then stood up. "H ... Hi, Arthur! Wh ...
what are you doing here?" she stammered.

Taking a step to close the gap, Fonzie smiled at the obviously uncomfortable
woman. He knew he was definitely having the desired effect he wanted upon
her, enjoying her discomfort. "I dropped Joanie off at the picnic, Mrs. C! I
came back because I wanted to talk to ... you!"

With less than a foot between them, Marion took a step back to put some
distance between them but then her back met the trunk of the large oak tree,
preventing her from retreating any further. "Wh ... wh ... what did you want
to talk to me about?" she asked nervously, now frightened. Frightened by the
rugged young man standing before her, but more frightened by the sexual
stimulation she was feeling, the twitching within her loins.

"Richie told me that you didn't approve me! I just wanted to talk to you
about it and maybe change your mind about me!" he said, smiling confidently
as he closed the gap between them again. "Can you tell me why you don't like
me, Mrs. C? Are you afraid of what I might do to little Joanie? Are you
afraid of me, Mrs. C?" he questioned, taking the offense and putting the
lovely mother on the defensive.

"I ... I ... it's ... it's nothing to do with you personally!" Marion
stammered in her nervousness, looking at the handsome rugged teenager before
her. "I ... I ... " her voice trailed off as Fonzie moved even closer to her.
"Ohhhhhhh ... " she moaned, her eyes closing as the teenager's hand came up
to caress her bare arm. She seemed to lose all the willpower and strength
within her body, dropping the sharp sheers she had in her hand.

With his other hand, Fonzie tilted her face upwards as his lips descended
upon her soft pink lips that opened readily to admit his thick searching
tongue. In response to his searching tongue, he felt the darting response
of her pointed tongue dallying with his.

It was to be a long breath-taking French kiss between teenager and his best
friend's pretty mother. The once limp arms of the stunned wife now raised up
to caress the muscular forearms of her tormentor, caressing him as well as
holding on to him for support as the long passionate kiss continued. When the
kiss finally ended and their lips parted, Fonzie watched the panting wife and
mother's eyelids flicker open to gaze up unbelievingly at him.

"Get down on your knees and give me a kiss, Mrs. C!" he commanded, watching
her stunned and horrified face as what he wanted from her registered in her
mind. He knew he had her completely in his grasp from the way she had
responded to his kiss, absolutely certain now as the married woman began to
sink to her knees before him.

Marion looked up pleadingly to Fonzie, wishing he would leave, as she was too
weak to disobey his commands. Then her gaze moved downward to focus on the
bulging crotch inches away from her. She knew very well what he was demanding
of her, something that she had not done for twenty years, bringing back
memories of her dead boyfriend. She had never gone down on her husband, not
wanting him to discover the 'wild' streak in her and discover the talents she
had as an accomplished cocksucker.

Without any verbal communication, Marion grasped the top of Fonzie's jeans
and undid it, then pulled the zipper down. Next she fished out the prize that
she was looking for, caressing the thick growing cock in her fists, pumping
it inches before her face. It was twice the size of Howard's. A wrist thick
shaft of male muscle all covered with bulging veins that grew close to a foot
long. "Oh Arthur ... It's so big, so long and thick," she moaned.

As pre-cum formed at the tip of the pulsing cock in her fist, she bent
forward and stuck her pointed tongue out to lick the oozing cockhead.
Retrieving the thick cream with her tongue, she then savored the salty
taste of the teenager's jism. Then she bent forward again to encase the
thick cockhead within her pink lips.

"Awwww ... Mrs. C ... awwww, yeah! Yeah, baby, that's the way ... suck it ...
suck it!" Fonzie groaned. It was unbelievable, never had be experienced such
a great blowjob. He wound his hands in her long red hair as he began to fuck
her pretty face. His big cock was full buried down her gulping throat and
then he would withdraw till only his cockhead remained between her tight
sucking lips. Then he would slowly let the length of his pulsing cock slide
through her hot mouth and into her throat, till his balls bounced against her
chin.

Then Fonzie laughed aloud as he taunted the lovely wife, "Ohhhhh, Mrs. C
imagine if your husband gets bored with the game and looks out the window!
Wonder what he'd say seeing his wife sucking me off?" The taunting comments
snapped Marion out of her stupor but Fonzie was prepared for her reaction,
holding tightly onto her hair to keep her from spitting out his cock.

Marion was now frantic, reality setting in after the taunting comments.
She swallowed hard, shivering at the thick mixture of her saliva and the
teenager's leaking cum that slithered down her gulping throat. The hands
were tightly wound in her hair, preventing her escape from this demeaning
position on her knees.

In her subservient position, she could only manage to look to the side
towards the den where her husband was watching the game. She prayed he would
be too preoccupied with the game and not look out the window or he would have
a show far more exciting than a lousy football game.

As the thick cock sliced in and out of her sucking mouth, Marion closed her
eyes as it brought back the memories of her teenage cocksucking days, a
desire of which she had suppressed for so many years. She suddenly didn't
care if her husband was a mere 10 yards away, she had to satisfy the urge of
sucking a cock again, bobbing her head now in earnest to devour Fonzie's
thick pulsing shaft.

Then the long thick cock was buried deep down her throat, strong hands
holding her firmly to the muscular body, hearing Fonzie above her groaning
in his pleasure. Then the cock began belching thick streams of jism, all of
which she eagerly gulped down her contracting throat. As Fonzie's big dick
exited her mouth, Marion licked at her lips, not wanting any of the precious
fluid to escape.

Reality of what she had done in her own backyard, so dangerously close of
being observed by her husband set in. Marion stumbled to her feet and slapped
Fonzie hard across his arrogant face. The sneer of madness that formed on the
teen's face now had her frightened as she was suddenly pushed hard up against
the oak tree, his lips upon her as his tongue dipped into her cum flavored
mouth. The wickedness of it all had her swooning, her tongue dallying with
his again.

It was this very arrogant manner in which Fonzie had forced himself upon
her that turned her on the most, unlocking her pent up passions lurking
deep within her. As the kiss broke, Marion felt his strong hands groping
her asscheeks through her thin shorts and panties, then the hands pushed
her down onto all fours as she looked straight ahead to the family den.

She felt the button of her shorts pop, then hands at the waistband of her
shorts began to push her clothing down. Along with her shorts, the white
panties were caught in Fonzie's thumbs and pushed over her flaring hips. A
moment later, both garments lay stretched apart between her knees as she
knelt before her son's horny friend.

"No, don't ... we can't, I have to get back before Howard ..." she panted as
she stared ahead at the window, knowing that should her husband open the
blinds, he would be treated to something more exciting that the game he was
now watching. The wickedness of the situation, the chance of being caught,
only made the turn-on that much more stimulating for Fonzie.

She felt hands between their bodies, realizing that the brash young man was
now grasping his long thick cock and rubbing its pulsing head up and down
her juicing slit. This brought her back to reality and Fonzie grinned as the
sweet-hearted housewife tried to escape at the last minute.

He grasped her by her hips and dragged her back to him. She tried to crawl
away from him again, but he grabbed her again by the hips and locked her in
place. Fonzie smiled to himself, then told her, "Relax Mrs. C, your gonna
love it, trust me."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ... !" she moaned as the thick cockhead pushed through her wet
pussy lips, then it was pushing its way inside her. He was so big and she was
so tight that he met more than a little resistance getting himself into her.
She struggled attempting to pull away, but he wasn't having any of it.

If anything, this seemed to spur him on as Fonzie rammed his long thick cock
up inside her tight little pussy and fucked her glove tight cunt powerfully
doggie style until he had his full 11 inches buried deep inside her.

She struggled, squirmed, writhed, and then began to whimper with pleasure
as her 'wild' streak emerged from her hidden recesses. "Oh, Goddddd ...
yessssssss! Yes ... ohhhh, fuck me ... fuck me ... hard!" she now groaned
as he hammered away with his thick meat. "Ohhhhhhhh ... I ... I ...
yesssss ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she panted as the thick cock sliced into her
sloppy wet cunt. She was getting the fucking that she had dreamt of for so
many years, wanting to be taken roughly by a rugged 'man' and this arrogant
teenager fit the bill perfectly.

Marion couldn't believe the audacity of this young man, first making her suck
him off and now literally fucking her brains out. All of this taking place
right in her backyard, just yards from where her loving husband sat watching
his football game.

Marion orgasmed again and again. With each orgasm, her front fell a little
until her head was on the grass and only her ass was thrust into the air as
he slammed his thick cock into her with all his might.

Fonzie was determined to give it to Mrs. C as hard as he could. Fonzie
laughed to himself, hoping there'd be a time out in the game, that Richie's
dad would gaze out into the backyard to see his wife getting the shagging of
her life.

"Ohhh, yes, Fonzie, yesssss ... oh, yes, yes!" Marion panted. Then the
consequences of this illicit fuck dawned upon her, "Oh, oh, Fonzie ...
no, noooooo ... don't cum in me ... don't cum in me ... you may get me
pregnant!" she begged.

"You know you want it ... you know you want me to shoot my cum in you! Tell
me Mrs. C, tell what you want!" Fonzie taunted, pumping and slamming hard
into his best friend's mother. Then to make his point, he suddenly stopped
in mid-stroke, keeping perfectly still.

"Ohhhhhh ... ohhhhh ... wh ... what are you doing?" Marion frantically asked
the arrogant teenager. "Oh, God ... oh, God ... damn you ... damn you ...
fuck me, fuck me ... yes, yes ... I want your cum ... shoot your cum in me!"
she begged. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, yessssss ... !" she groaned as the fuck
recommenced.

"Ohhh, yeah! Gonna pump you full of my seed, Mrs. C, her it
cummmssssssssss ... arrrrghhhhh!" Fonzie grunted as he pumped his pent-up
load deep in the squirming woman.

"Ohhh, yes ... yesssss ... ohhhhhhhh, I'm cumming!" Marion moaned as her body
began shaking uncontrollably in convulsions. Her eyes closed as she sighed
and panted, oblivious to everything but the clenching and unclenching of her
cunt muscles around the thick cock that was spurting its hot soothing cream
deep within her.

Fonzie collapsed to the side and fell to the grass, pulling her with him and
fondled her big tits as he recovered from the incredible fuck he'd thrown
into his buddy's hot mom.

Moments later, Fonzie's dwindling cock slipped out of the sexy wife and
mother with a loud plopping sound. Marion groaned in despair, clenching her
cunt lips in an attempt to keep the pleasure-giving shaft within her. But
instead her actions only served to expel the slick dwindling instrument.

She groaned again and shivered as she felt the thick love juices ooze out of
her well stretched pussy lips. She fell to her side and then rolled over so
that her back was against the trunk of the oak.

Making his way out of the Cunningham's backyard, Fonzie buttoned his jeans
and zipped up his fly. Glancing back, he couldn't help but laugh at the sight
of Richie's mom leaning against the oak, panting to catch her breath. The
sight of the prim and proper Mrs. C was so different at this moment, with her
long legs wide spread and her red aggravated pussylips clenching to squeeze
out the thick cum that began to puddle in the dirt.

Then the voice of Mr. Cunningham calling out to his wife, startled both
Marion and Fonzie. Standing out of sight at the edge of the house, Fonzie
chuckled as he watched the startled wife scrambling on her hands and knees
to hide behind the tree. What a sight it would make for Mr. Cunningham if
he came out at this very moment, seeing his lovely wife's milk white ass up
in the air covered with dirt, shorts and panties tangled around her shoes.

Going out into the backyard, Howard Cunningham wondered just where his wife
had disappeared. He scanned the backyard but could not see his lovely wife,
hidden by the large tree, scrambling to pull up her panties and shorts. He
called out again, then heard her response and then viewed her appearing out
from behind the large oak tree.

He approached his lovely wife, noticing that she was a bit flushed and
perspiring, hair a bit frazzled. He asked if she was okay and was advised
that it was just the heat that was getting to her. He told her that he had
come out to keep her company for a bit as the game was about over and the
Packer's were blowing the other team away.

Had he come out sooner, he'd have been able to watch his son's friend get
blown away by his faithful wife, something he'd often tried to get his wife
to do from him but with no success.

Howard looked at his wife's beautiful pink lips, glistening brightly in the
sunlight, and couldn't resist giving her a loving kiss. Marion was taken by
surprise as her husband grasped her in a hug and planted a deep kiss on her
lips.

She shivered as his tongue licked her lips and tried to penetrate her tightly
clenched teeth; frightened that he would discover why her lips had glistened
in the sunlight and taste Fonzie's cum that still coated her mouth.

But the wickedness of the situation made it that much more exciting, causing
her to unclench her gritting teeth and allow her husband's probing tongue to
get a taste of a real 'man'.

With the way their home was situated, no house overlooked their backyard and
thus allowed them all the privacy desired. With his lovely wife now returning
his passionate kiss, Howard pushed her back against the oak tree, rubbing his
crotch into his wife's belly. Then he reached down to the front of his wife's
shorts, only to pull away and look down, "What happened to your button,
honey?"

Flustered, Marion stammered "Guess ... guess I must have put on a couple of
pounds! When I crouched over earlier, it popped off." Then she had to change
the subject. "Isn't another game starting up soon, honey? Would you like me
to make some lunch?" She watched as Howard bent down to retrieve the button
that lay in the dirt.

Howard laughed as he held up the loose button. "Look what I found for you!
Hey, you're right, next game starts in about fifteen minutes so a quick
sandwich would be perfect."

"But I wouldn't mind lunch right here in the backyard, be naughty and let me
eat you out!" he kidded, knowing his prim and proper wife would never allow
such a nasty thing to happen. He'd have been in for quite a surprise and
quite a filling meal had Marion allowed him to get his wish.

As Marion stood before the kitchen counter making a couple of sandwiches, she
closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. She just could not believe
what she had allowed to happen with her son's arrogant friend. She sighed in
relief, knowing just how close it had been to have Howard catch her in the
throes of being well fucked by the teenage stud. The crotch of her panties
was sopping wet, never had Howard filled her with so much spunk as compared
to what Fonzie had dumped into her. With eyes closed, Marion's mind traveled
back to when she was in the throes of her orgasm, remembering now what Fonzie
had whispered in her ear. She had not paid attention when her body began
convulsing but now she recalled clearly what Fonzie had said.

"Love my thick cock, Mrs. C? Feel how long and thick it is! That's gonna be
little Joanie's birthday present! Gonna give Joanie her birthday present
tonight and your going to tell your husband that it's OK for me to take her
out for a birthday ride!" he'd whispered in her ear as he fucked her.

He smiled wickedly as he told her, "Only he's going to think she'll be riding
my bike and you'll be knowing she'll be riding my big cock, just like you
love to do!"

Marion would have to talk to Joanie today, try to have her preserve her
virtue, yet how could she reveal Fonzie's evil intentions after what she'd
done with him. She'd be exposed and ruined.

* * *

That afternoon, after Joanie returned home quite happy from the picnic
celebrating her birthday. Marion slowly got into the subject that Joanie
was growing into a young lady now that her 15th birthday was here. Then
she broached the subject of the birds and the bees, bringing Joanie to
roll her eyes with a 'Yes, Mother, I know!' attitude. Marion could only
pray that her young teenage daughter did not inherit the 'wild' streak
that see possessed and had let loose when she was the exact age as Joanie.

That evening, with the football games over, Howard began to start the grill
for dinner. As he put on the steaks, the doorbell rang and Joanie called out
for her mother to let Fonzie in, as she needed a few minutes to get ready.
Marion hesitantly went to door, opening it for the smirking teenager. In
the foyer, Marion was panting for breath as she looked up pleadingly to the
muscular teen. "Please ... please don't touch Joanie ... please leave her
alone!" she whispered.

Fonzie merely smiled as he looked down into the pleading eyes, stepping
forward causing Richie's mother to back up into the foyer wall. He reached
forward to grasp her hands, pulling them forward to rest on his bulging
crotch. "Feel my cock, Mrs. C! Feel the cock that's gonna pop Joanie's
cherry tonight!" he commanded.

Marion swallowed, panting for breath as her fingers squeezed hard into the
thick jeans, feeling the pulsing monster beneath twitch and grow under her
touch. She felt Fonzie's hands cup and obscenely fondle her asscheeks.

Tempted to fuck Mrs. C right there against the foyer wall, he groaned at the
stroking of her fingers, his cum beginning to ooze and threatening to explode
in his pants. When they heard the opening of Joanie's door and the sound of
her hurried footsteps, they broke apart their illicit embrace. Just before
Joanie's arrival, Fonzie whispered to the flushed and embarrassed mother,
"I'll bring Joanie home at ten. Be up an waiting and I'll have something to
show you!"

Joanie rushed to the front door seeing Fonzie talking to her mother. Then
they were off quickly, leaving Marion with tears in her eyes as she watched
her daughter leave with the devious teenager. Marion blinked back the tears,
knowing that her innocent young daughter would not be so innocent when she
returned home that night.

As they rode Fonzie told her that he had a special treat for her 15th
birthday back at his place and Joanie was very excited as they speed through
the streets. For this special occasion, Fonzie had ordered take out barbecue
rib dinners for them to eat at his apartment.

Doing so, he could dine alone with the innocent Joanie and open a bottle of
wine. Once he plied innocent little girl with the wine, he knew her defenses
would be down and she would be his to plunder.

Everything went according to Fonzie's plan that evening. After getting her
drunk he took advantage of her for a bit of smooching and petting on the
couch and now he had the starry eyed teenage beauty cuddling with him on
the large king sized bed. Lights dimmed for the romantic atmosphere, Fonzie
unbuttoned Joanie's blouse and pulled down her thin bra to reveal her well
developed breasts.

Once his lips descended and sucked upon the sensitive nipples, all was lost
for the innocent Joanie. Never had she experienced such sensual feelings, the
wine had her feeling so lightheaded, her thighs clenched together to quench
the heat between her thighs.

Soon Fonzie had the innocent young girl stripped of all her clothing,
nibbling at her sensitive nipples and fingering her tight little snatch.
Meanwhile, in her alcohol-induced state, Joanie was trying to focus on the
thick pulsing cock of her brother's friend, never having handled one before.

Fonzie was quickly out of his clothing and then he nosed his pulsing cock
into her soft little bush. His cockhead pushed against the outline of her
puffed slit, pushing forward into the tight slick entrance.

Grasping her trim hips firmly in both hands, Fonzie thrust forward with
all his might, bringing a piercing scream from the innocent girl.
"Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... ohhhhhhhh ... noooooooo ... aggggghhhhhhhhh!"
Joanie cried out loudly, trying to push at Fonzie's chest, trying to stop
him from hurting her further.

Raising up a bit, Fonzie slammed forward again, then began to pump faster
and faster into the sobbing young teenager. "Nooooo ... noooo ... noooo ...
ohhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Joanie sobbed, the knifing pain shot though her
as her precious maidenhood was gone forever.

Hearing a virgin's screams and pleas always did something to Fonzie, causing
him to fuck harder and harder at the young innocents, wanting them always to
remember how they lost their precious little cherries.

"Ahhhhh ... yeahhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as his cock throbbed and exploded,
belching out his thick streams of cum into Joanie's innocent body. As he lay
upon the sobbing little beauty, his cock slowly returned to its long thick
powerful state. This time he would take little Joanie to heights never before
experienced in her young life.

Three more times that night Joanie wrapped her arms and legs around him and
humped her wildly milking pussy back onto Fonzie's massive cock. She couldn't
count the numerous orgasms that had rocked her body, only knowing that she
had never before experienced anything like this night. Once his lust was
sated, he picked up her panties and used it to wipe the bloody mess covering
his cock.

At ten, Fonzie drove up and parked at the curb fronting the Cunningham home.
He got off and gentlemanly offered a hand to Joanie, helping her up so she
could walk gingerly to her house. It had taken some time for the bleeding to
stop, but she was filled to the brim with the mixture of her blood and the
thick cum that had been deposited in her womb. Joanie had stuffed some
tissue into her widely stretched quim, trying to stem the flow of the bloody
mixture.

As Joanie fumbled to find her keys, she was stunned she heard the doorbell
ring. She had wanted to get into the house without being noticed, but Fonzie
had rung the front doorbell. Then the door opened, Joanie gulped upon seeing
her mother standing there. No words were exchanged as Joanie quickly but
gingerly walked to the bathroom, wanting desperately to cleanse herself.

At the doorway, Marion was speechless, praying that the devious teenager had
not touched her daughter. But the dazed condition Joanie was in and the way
she walked told her otherwise. She stared at the arrogant young man, who
smiled gloatingly at her. She looked down to the movement of his hand
reaching into his back pocket.

Marion gasped loudly as she recognized her daughter's panties were being
withdrawn. Tears formed in her eyes as she saw the red bloodstains covering
the crotch of the panties, knowing now for certain her daughter's fate.

Fonzie snickered "Hope little Joanie's on the pill! Otherwise Mommy and
daughter may be having babies on the same day nine months from now! I want
to fuck you again, Mrs. C, but I'm too pooped out right now! Next time, I
want you to spread your beautiful legs for me upstairs! Upstairs, in the bed
you share with Mr. C!" With that, Fonzie turned and headed down the walkway,
whistling and twirling the panties around his index finger.

Marion didn't know what to do, wanting to go to her daughter and comfort
her but how could she do it and not reveal her knowledge of the loss of her
virginity. Nervously she waited till Joanie stepped out of the bathroom and
asked if she could get anything for her. But Joanie declined, wanting
desperately to get into the comfort of her soft bed.

Fonzie knew that Mr. C always drove his daughter to school as it was on his
way to his hardware store. His thoughts of Mrs. C had the stirrings in his
loins going again.

Having made breakfast for the family that morning, seeing Howard and Joanie
off, Marion changed from her nightgown and robe into a dress as she was
meeting Howard for lunch after doing her errands. Just as she slipped into
her shoes and had her hand on the kitchen doorknob, she heard the front
doorbell. Walking to the front door, she wondered who could it be.

Marion opened the door and gasped loudly, speechless as she stared at her
son's best friend. Fonzie smiled at the shocked woman. "Good morning, Mrs.
C! Do you remember what I told you the other night? You remember, don't you,
Mrs. C?"

Marion couldn't think clearly, barely able to breathe as she bit down on her
bottom lip. Letting go of the front door, she stepped back until her back met
the wall, watching as the arrogant teenager stepped in and locked the door
behind him.

Rubbing the crotch of his bulging jeans, Fonzie smiled and quizzed "Do you
remember what I said don't you, Mrs. C? You remember, don't you, Mrs. C? Tell
me what I want, Mrs. C, or have you forgotten?"

For a moment there was no response from Marion, the silence deafening. Then
she stammered "You ... you ... you want to make ... make love to me ...
upstairs!" She was so humiliated at having to tell this arrogant teen that
she did in fact remember his comments to her. But yet, she was powerless to
refuse this confident young man.

She flushed when he corrected her choice of words "Ayyyyyy ... wrong Mrs. C,
totally wrong! I didn't say I wanted to make 'love' to you, I said I wanted
to 'FUCK' you! Wanted to 'FUCK' you in the bed you share with Mr. C, isn't
that right, Mrs. C?"

"But ... but, I'm meeting Howard for lunch," she said.

"Then you'd better call Mr. C and tell him you won't be meeting him for lunch
today! Right now ... Mrs. C!" he ordered.

Marion's head slumped in despair, unable to argue with this assertive young
man. "Please ... please, Arthur ... it's not right ... you ... you must go!
I ... I mustn't do this!" Marion stammered out her desperate plea, knowing
very well that she could not resist this young man. "What ... what we did
last week was so wrong ... it ... it mustn't happen again!" she said in an
unconvincing voice.

Dialing the phone to her husband's hardware store and listening to the rings,
Marion took a deep breath as Fonzie came up immediately behind her, his hands
caressing her thighs and slowly edging their way up under her skirt.

"Hel ... hello ... How ... Howard!" she managed to get out, distracted by
the fingers caressing her inner thighs. "I'm sorry dear but I ... won't be
able to join you for lunch today! I ... I'm so hot and ... flushed ... I ...
I think I'll need to stay in bed today!" she stammered.

She certainly was not lying about being hot and flushed, having been pulled
onto the sofa with Fonzie fingering her clit and delving his fingers deep
into her gushing gash. Marion would certainly be in bed the entire day, but
not to get some rest anyway, not with a thick teenage cock stuffed up her
twat.

Marion was barely able to hang up the phone, panting as Fonzie nuzzled at
her neck and his wet tongue dipped into her earlobe. She groaned at the
sensations this teenager was giving her, shivering as he nipped her ear with
his sharp teeth, hearing him ask her "You gonna strip naked for me so I can
fuck you good, aren't you, Mrs. C? Give me a good show, Mrs. C! Show me what
I'm gonna get right in the bed you share with Mr. C!" With Fonzie getting up
and removing his shirt, she leaned back on the sofa, kicked off her shoes,
then shamelessly began to put on the show that was demanded of her.

Fonzie knew just how much Mrs. C really wanted it and he was going to give
her what she wanted. It was sex that she wanted and she wanted it - Rough!
He grasped her breasts, squeezing them hard, then he began to flick the
stiffen nipples of the groaning wife and mother.

She cringed at his taunting, knowing full well he wanted to humiliate her,
listening to his insulting comments, "Grab my cock and take me to your
bedroom, Mrs. C. Tell me you want me to fuck the hell out of you, right on
the bed you share with Mr. C! Tell me you want me to fuck your right where
your husband makes love to you!"

Marion couldn't believe she was followed Fonzie's demands to strip off her
clothing and now she was leading him to her bedroom, all the while continuing
to stroke and pull at his long thick cock. She wanted to push this arrogant
youngster away for her, push him out of her home, but instead she found
herself leading Fonzie into the master bedroom.

With Mrs. C lying upon the king-sized bed, Fonzie began rubbing his
thick cockhead up and down her juicing slit. Marion groaned and pleaded,
"Please, oh please, Fonzie ... please ... please put it in! "Ohhhhhhhhh ...
yesssss ... ohhhh ... arggggggh......god, yes, oh god ... yes ... yes ...
deeper ... deeper! Yes ... yes ... ohhhh, its so big ... fuck me ... fuck
me hard! Oh God, fuck me ... fuck me ... please! Yes ... yes ... shoot it
in me ... fuck me, Fonzie."

Through out the day, the Cunningham's bed creaked and groaned from the
constant rocking, swaying to and fro from the violent action. Never had it
been put to through such strenuous and unending use. Upon the marital bed
lay Mrs. Marion Cunningham but on this occasion her husband had been
replaced by a much more capable replacement. The bed shook and rattled in
each lovemaking frenzy, with the lovely wife begging her teenage lover to
fuck her!

At 4 p.m., the activity in the Cunningham's master bedroom finally ceased.
Marion lay on her marital bed, arms and legs wound about Fonzie, who's cock
remained deep within her. Throughout the day, they had sucked and fucked
endlessly. When they did fall asleep, they fell asleep in each other's arms,
still joined together as only a husband and wife should be.

Oblivious to the time, with her lover's cock finally slipping out of her
slick quim, Marion looked over at the dozing teen who had fucked her brains
out. She licked her lips and slipped out of bed to get them a couple of
bottles of coke. She was a bit hungry and thirsty, as all she had for lunch
was the two loads of cum that she had sucked out of Fonzie's big dick.

Marion threw on her robe and made her way to the kitchen. However, once she
exited her bedroom door, she saw the trail of clothing that had been shed
along the way to her bedroom. She began picking up the scattered garments,
then searched for the scattered buttons from her blouse.

Completing the task, she had a bottle of coke in each hand and the bundle of
clothing between her arms when she heard noise coming from the front door.
Glancing up at the clock, Marion became frantic as she realized how late it
was and that it was Joanie returning home from school.

Just as the front door opened, Marion hastily opened the nearby closet door
and threw the discarded clothing to the back of the closet. She then had to
explain to her daughter that she had stayed home today, using the same
excuses she had given to her husband. Joanie told her that she indeed looked
flushed and perspiring, but Marion knew this was due to the sudden rush of
fear that had come over her when Joanie had nearly caught her.

When Marion told her daughter she was getting a bottle of coke when she heard
her coming in, Joanie asked why she was holding two bottles. Looking down at
the two bottles in her hand, Marion quickly covered herself by saying one was
for her and handed it to Joanie.

As her daughter walked up the stairs to her bedroom, a shiver of fear went
through her body as she realized that her bedroom door was wide open. She
bit her lip and prayed that Joanie did not look to the left where the master
bedroom was located. It would not be good for her daughter to see Fonzie
lying naked on her mother's bed. She sighed a breath of relief as her
daughter; deep in thought, merely turned right and went into her room.

Quickly retrieving the clothing from the closet, Marion rushed upstairs and
locked the bedroom door. She looked at Fonzie lying naked on the bed she
shared with her husband, shame setting in for this illicit affair. She shook
Fonzie awake and told him he had to get dressed and slip out of the house as
Joanie had come home.

Fonzie smiled at Mrs. C. He grabbed the bundle of clothing in her arms and
threw them onto the floor. Then he grabbed her white robe and pulled her
down onto the bed with him.

"Oh, please ... no, Fonzie ... no ... Joanie ... Joanie's home!" Marion
begged. "Ohhhhhhhhh ... !" she moaned as her robe was opened and a sensitive
nipple was captured in his hungry mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... !" she moaned
loudly moments later as she was mounted doggie style and penetrated by the
lustful teen on the bed she shared with her husband.

She buried her face into the pillow to muffle her constant moans as Fonzie
rammed his long thick cock up inside her tender little pussy and fucked her
glove tight cunt powerfully. Marion couldn't believe he was still going at
her from behind after their daylong session. The thought of Joanie being
across the hall from them made the fuck all the more sickening, yet exciting
to her.

When Fonzie squeezed her ass cheek and worked his thumb into her anus she
pleaded, "Not there. Please, your too big!"

He just smacked his palm across her ass while working his thumb in deeper.
"Quiet Mrs. C," he ordered, "If I want your ass, I'm going to take it."

"Please," she said, then "OWWWWWWWWWW," as he spanked her again.

Suddenly, the two of them froze at the knocking at the door. "Mom ... Mom,
are you okay? I heard you moaning!" Joanie called out, jiggling the locked
doorknob.

"I ... I'm fine ... Joanie! Just ... just a stiff muscle!" Marion replied
loudly so Joanie would hear her beyond the locked door. She certainly was
not lying to her daughter, not with the long stiff love muscle that was
pumping between her widespread legs.

Then Fonzie pulled out, firmly gripped her flaring hips and fit his big
cock up against her tight little asshole. As she felt the hard cockhead
nuzzling between her asscheeks, she knew she couldn't scream, couldn't
bring her daughter to see her like this. Reaching out to the nearby pillow,
her husband's pillow, she dragged it to her and bit down into it as Fonzie
powerfully forced his way into her ass.

Deeper and deeper it went as Fonzie slowly buried the enormity of his long
thick penis in her tiny anus until his hips were pressing tightly to her
buttocks. She was panting and clutching the bedsheets, her ass thrust up
in the air as he started moving, thrusting in and out several more times.
Fonzie sighed and groaned, in total bliss as he fucked her up the ass and
shot a large load of semen deep into her bowels.

"Would you like me to massage the muscle, Mom?" Joanie's called out.

"Ohhhhh ... oh ... ooohhhhh ... no problem Joanie ... thanks for offering
but ... I feel the hardness easing up right now! Why don't you go down and
start supper," Marion told her breathlessly, feeling Fonzie's thick cock
now beginning to whither between her clenching anal muscles, his hands on
her hips, pulling her anus slowly up and down the length of his thick cock
as it softened.

He pulled his huge cock out of her ass with a loud plop and Marion collapsed
in exhaustion as he watched his thick semen welling up out of her ass. Her
body was weak and her head rested listlessly on the bed. She twitched and
jerked in the aftermath of her first butt fuck as he got down beside her,
kissing her deeply and fondling her full tits and ass as he savored her hot,
sweaty body.

They both recovered after a few minutes rolled over and climbed out of bed.
She hurriedly stripped the sex-drenched sheets from the bed and flipped the
mattress over to hide the huge wet spot that had soaked into the cover. Then
replaced the sheets, made the bed and dropped the soiled ones in the bathroom
hamper.

She stepped into the shower and enjoyed the relaxing feeling that the hot
water gave her well-used body as she washed Fonzie's semen out of her sore
pussy and asshole. She returned and quickly dressed saying, "Arthur, we
can't let Howard or the kids know about this."

"Ayyyyyy Mrs. C, no problem," he told her. "So what do you say, same time
tomorrow?"

She looked at him with a gleem in her eyes and nodded her head. Fonzie
chuckled as she slipped out the door and went down to make supper for her
family.

    

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