0 comments/ 13224 views/ 2 favorites Margaret By: Mushrom Margaret and I had been divorced about 3 years. Our marriage had been fairly average I had thought, even including the sex we enjoyed 2.4 times a week. It struck me hard when she told me after an argument that she was leaving me, and then did just that. The divorce was fairly peaceful though, and we arranged a joint-custody agreement that the judge praised us for, as it was very liberal. Every weekend I would pick up our son and daughter, and spent the weekend with them. This continued for about 7 years, and Maggie and I had even become friends again, having family picnics and the like. Occasionally I would bring along a girlfriend (if I had one), and she never caused a fuss over that. I was awakened at about 4 in the morning by a phone call. Maggie was crying, and told me that she needed to talk to somebody. I got dressed and headed on over, concerned about what was wrong. The kids were at her sister's for 2 weeks visiting, so I knew she was probably alone. After we sat down, she told me that she had been laid off. She was a nurse, and I knew how hard the economy was at that time. After about 5 minutes, she started to sob. I gave her a long hug, and tried to reassure her. I told her that I knew many employment agencies, and would pull some strings to try and get her a job sooner. Plus I would give her some money to help ends meet. Because we each had the kids about the same amount of time (I got 1 week a month, and all vacations), there was no child support. She thanked me, and got us both some coffee. We chatted, and before we knew it, the sun was starting to rise. We sat next to each other, sipping coffee as we watched the sun go up. "Mark, I forgot how we used to love to do this" she said, as she held my hand briefly. "Thank you for coming over like this." "Heck," I said. "What else was I going to do, sleep?" We shared a laugh, and she went to get us more coffee. When she got back, she bent over to put it on the table, and I recognized the look on her face. I could tell without asking that her back had gone out again. We had both been in a car accident years before, and both had back problems resulting from it. I took the cups from her, and told her to lie on the floor. I knelt beside her, and proceeded to massage her back, to loosen it up. After about 20 minutes, I made the appropriate pretzel shapes of her body, and was awarded by hearing several loud cracks. I massaged for another 15 minutes or so, until I was sure the soreness was gone. This was not to unusual, as we did this for each other from time to time. The thanked me, then offered to return the favor. As she worked my back over, she thanked me, saying that I was always great at that. After working my back in, she massaged me as we started to talk about other things. "What ever happened to that little redhead you were seeing?" "Oh, she is long gone now. She was always talking about wanting to go partying, so I told her to go ahead, but that was not my style. I still see her on occasion, but it is just for the sex." She giggled at that, and said "I would not have any idea about that." I thought back, and was amazed. "You know, I can not remember ever hearing you or the kids talk about you ever dating. And I have never seen, nor heard you bring up a boyfriend. When was the last time you were on a date?" "Hmmmmmmm, probably about 14 years ago" she said playfully. "14 years? That is when we were dating, before we got married!" I was stunned. Sure, at 35 she was a little past her prime, but she still looked good. 5'6", shoulder length brown hair, and a 36D-28-38 figure. A little extra padding across her middle, but heck, I had that also. We started to chat, and she told me that after we split up, her desire for sex stopped. She would occasionally go out with some of her friends from work, but never anything more. I was a little amazed, and asked her how she survived. "Oh, I get by. The kids keep me busy, and between them and work, I don't need anything more." She asked me about some of my past girlfriends. She was amazed that I had so many of them. We counted through 10 of them. She was also equally amazed that I had only had sex with 3 of them. "Like you," I said, "I don't need sex much. I mostly date for companionship. A lot of them could not handle the kids though. They wanted your typical absentee father, not one that split the time between them and her." "I know what you mean. I have had a few offers, but most decline when they learn I have 2 kids. They do not like the idea of ready-made families." She lay on her side next to me, and we continued to chat. I was talking, and suddenly realized that she was looking at me funny. I asked her what it was, and she shook her head as if coming out of a daze, and said it was nothing. I tried to get her to fess up, but she refused. "Tell you what, I'll wrestle you for it." "You're on!" she responded. After a few minutes, I had her pinned to the floor. I laughed down at her, and asked her to tell me what it was she was thinking. "I was looking at you, and was suddenly remember our chats in bed from years ago. Back then, it seemed that that was the only place we did not argue very often." I looked into her soft eyes, and told her that those were some very good memories for me also. I gazed into her brown eyes, and we slowly moved in to kiss. It was like the years were gone, kissing her again. It was the first time in many years. Soon we were hugging tightly, and I moved down to kiss her neck. Maggie always loved that, and held me tight as I moved down to her shoulder, then back up to her ear. She was holding me tight, and I could feel her breasts pressing against me. It had been a long time since I had felt her like that, but a well remembered one. Her hands roamed up and down my back, in a well rehearsed manner, one long familiar to us. I resumed kissing her lips, and caressed her back also. We were still on our sides, and we made out there like that on the floor for around 45 minutes, enjoying the feelings, but neither of us moving to the next step. Finally, we broke apart to catch our breaths. "Wow" was all she said. She said she needed to get to bed, and I helped her off of the floor. I was about to grab my coat to head home, when she asked if I would hold her, like we used to do. I was surprised, but agreed. She told me to go ahead and get into bed, and that she would be there in a minute. I stripped down to my underwear and climbed in, and she came in a few minutes later, dressed in a long t-shirt. She climbed in next to me, and curled up in my arms. We were both feeling worn and tired, and were soon asleep, even though it was now daylight outside. During the day, I woke up to a very erotic half-dream. As I woke up more, I realized it was not a dream. I was lying behind Maggie, our favorite sleeping position. But one hand was under her neck and cupping her breast, and the other was sliding over her panties, caressing her mound. I stopped and started to move my hand away, when she grabbed my wrist, and placed it back between her legs. I quietly whispered her name, wanting to wake her up so she would know what she was doing. "I am awake" she replied. "Please, don't stop. I do not want to get back with you, but it has been SOOO long, and I miss this part." I could feel the dampness between her legs as I moved my hand, and pressed my erection against her ass. I moved back as she rolled over onto her back. We kissed deeply like we used to, and I let my hands become familiar with her body, which I knew so well. One hand slipped under her shirt to caress her breasts as the other continued to caress her through her panties. She ran her hands up and down my chest, moving them lower with each pass. I pressed my hard cock against her thigh as I pinched her nipple, and moved to kiss her neck. "Oh, we were always good at this" she moaned, and I whispered that we were into her ear, as I lightly bit and nibbled on her ear. Maggie moaned, and held me tight as I caressed her clit through her panties. I could feel them getting damp as I caressed her through them. I moved my hand down to lift the hem of her shirt, and she moved up to help me out. Lifting it over her head, I lowered my mouth to cover her breast. Gently I suckled on her hard nipple. Maggie loved this, having very sensitive nipples. There were a few times I even made her cum, just by sucking on her breasts. She held me tight, caressing my back and head. "Ohhhh, it has been so long. You still know just what I like though." I moved from one breast to the other, then moved back to her neck. My hand was still caressing her panty covered mound, but was now wet from her juices. Her panties were completely soaked, and clinging to her. She was now caressing me through my shorts. Pressing in, surrounding my cock with my shorts. I reached down, and slipped a finger under the leg band and caressed the side of her vulva. It was like I shocked her. Maggie jumped, and pressed herself against my hand. Her hand on my cock slipped inside my shorts, and pulled my cock out into the open. "Ahhhhh, come here my sweet" she whispered as she held it in her hand, gently stroking it. By this time, I was caressing her labia, her lips already wet and full of blood. I slipped my finger between them, feeling her squirm and try to get more feeling. She moaned as I removed my hand, but helped as I removed her panties, and pulled them down and off her legs with my foot. Now I had complete access, and caressed her fully. From the top of her pubis to the bottom of her wet vagina, my fingers gently roamed and probed. Finally, I slipped a finger inside of her, caressing her inner walls. "Oh yes, just like that" Maggie moaned, arching her hips up against my hand. I pressed my hand against her, feeling her hard clit pressing into my palm. She was tighter than I remembered. During our marriage, I would frequently press 4 fingers into her, and on a few occasions, almost my entire hand. This time, I had to stop with only 2 fingers inside. Obviously the years of celibacy had tightened her up. I could tell she was close, and continued to caress her clit with my thumb, as 2 fingers slipped in and out of her. But she pulled my hand away, and pulled me on top of her. "Please, oh please, I want you in me so badly" she moaned. I kissed her deeply, and moved my hips up, feeling my cock pressing against her wet flesh. Moving up and down slowly, I felt the head move between her lips. Maggie spread her legs wider, and I felt them separate more, now surrounding the head of my cock. I moved to the spot I remembered so well, and felt myself slide into her. Slowly, just as before, I slipped into my ex-wife. She was much tighter than before, and responded like she had not done since our honeymoon. The passion we gave each other was very intense. Neither of us did anything fancy, just slow, tender, passionate lovemaking. The gasps, moans, giggles, cries, squishing, and sighs were familiar, but not heard in a long time. As she started to draw close to an orgasm, I knew I would not last much longer. I did something that always turned her on. I lifted myself off of her, and started to thrust faster, only my cock now touching her body. Everything else, arms, legs, hips, belly, chest, was no longer touching her. I watched her eyes close, and knew she was close. Remembering how we did this in the past, I moved one leg outside of hers, and she moved hers inwards. I did the same for the other leg, until we were screwing with her legs together, and my legs on the outside. I was still on top, and this made her feel even tighter. This was normally how we finished. We had discovered that she had stronger orgasms this way, and sometimes even multiple ones. Her moans and gasps grew louder, and I felt her legs bend, pressing me in tighter. I knew this was it, and shortened my strokes, pressing harder on the in stroke, and lowering my head to suck on her breasts. But Maggie almost ripped my head up, and kissed me deeply as she came, pressing herself tight against me, tongue in my mouth as her pussy squeezed and milked my cock. I could take no more, and blasted, moaning into her mouth as several large bursts of sperm went into her tight pussy. I collapsed on top of her, now kissing more passionately. We cuddled and caressed, catching our breath as I felt myself starting to soften inside of her. This was something we always loved, staying connected as I softened and slowly slipped out. But this time, it did not work that way. I softened half way, then was amazed as I felt myself harden again. Maggie moaned, and squeezed her thighs around me, grasping my ass to pull me up tighter into her. "Oh yes, please. Once more would be so good." Never being one to want to disappoint a lady, I started to stroke again, hearing that squishing sound we loved so well. But then she pushed me back slightly, and moved her legs outwards. Once on the outside of mine again, she rolled us over, and I smiled as I settled onto my back. I reached up to cup her breasts as she smiled down at me, her hair dropping around her face. It was like we were young again, both in our early 20's, and hot for each other's bodies. She continued to move, fucking us as we watched each other. I saw those familiar faces again, and knew that she was in great pleasure. I laid back, just watching her, and trying to keep myself under control. Finally, I could tell she was close, and pulled her down to me. We kissed as Maggie moaned, and ground herself against me, cumming again. I could feel her pussy clenching me inside, and the flow of our juices covering my groin. As she regained her breath, she whispered that I had not cum yet. I told her I was not quite ready, and started to move my own hips. She kissed me and moaned, feeling my cock thrusting up into her again. I continued this for some while, just enjoying the pleasure. I moved my hands down, and slipped a finger into the secret spot that I knew drove her wild. My fingers slipped into her ass crack, caressing the skin between her cheeks. We never did any anal play, but this was her secret "on button", and rarely failed to get her even hotter. This was no exception, and she was soon gasping as another orgasm overtook her. "No, not me, YOU!" she moaned as she came again. Another wave came, then another. I knew she would be sore, so I moved faster, lowering my resolve. As she came for the 5th time in a row, I thrust up one last time, cumming as my sperm filled her again. She collapsed on top of me, kissing passionately and holding each other tight. I caressed her back and ass for almost 20 minutes, finally stopping after I softened enough to slip out of her body, and she rolled over onto her back next to me. We talked for some time afterwards, and came to an agreement. On occasion, we would have sex if it seemed right, with no other obligations. We were not "together again", nor even thinking of it. This was simply sex for the sake of sex. But even so, we are closer than we had been since the divorce. The kids notice it as well, and seem to like it. I do not think we will ever actually ever get back together. But I am closer to her, and we were always each other's favorite sex partner. Besides, who really knows what the future may bring? Margaret Copyright © 2006 Texas Refugee. All rights reserved. Author's Note: on second thought, I don't have anything say at this point. Just start reading and I'll meet you at the end. ~~~~~ * o0o * ~~~~~ At this precise moment I am in a darkened motel room, sitting in the desk chair that I have quietly placed next to the bed watching my wife Margaret as she sleeps. The room is not completely dark. There is just enough light that I can see the features on her face as she gently breathes in and out. She is not in a deep sleep, only lightly dozing until I slip into bed beside her. Margaret doesn't know it but I do this a lot, watch her in her sleep. She would think that I am being silly if she found out, but I love to do it. The serenity on her face as she sleeps makes my heart ache with love and I marvel at how beautiful she is. Her hair has fallen forward, partially obscuring my view of the face that I love so much. It is a deep chestnut brown that only recently has begun to show streaks of grey, but in this light it looks almost black as it lies in contrast to the creamy paleness of her skin. My wife's skin is flawless and it is only in the harshest of light that you can see the tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Margaret is not fashion model Hollywood celebrity beautiful. Physically she is the type of woman that when she walks down the street men will look at her and think to themselves "very, very nice," and five seconds later forget that they seen her. For me every other woman in the world pales by comparison to her beauty. I have known Margaret all of my life. I am just as amazed as Margaret is at how our lives have suddenly intersected. It was unplanned, unintentional, but I will get down on my knees every day and thank God for the love that Margaret and I have discovered for each other. Maybe it has always been there and we didn't realize it until now. Margaret and I were married yesterday morning in the Methodist church where I grew up as a child. We stood before the alter in the empty sanctuary with the janitor and church secretary for official witnesses as the pastor said the words that legally joined us together and spiritually blessed our union. It was all over in ten minutes as Margaret and I exchanged rings then kissed quickly on the lips and made our good-byes. We went home and began packing. We were ready to take this next step to continue living our lives together, forever holding on to each other. This morning we locked the door to the house and dropped off the keys with a folder of information at the next door neighbors. Their two junior high kids will look after the house while we are gone, tending the garden, watering the plants, taking in the mail and that sort of thing. We will send a check to the kids every week until we return. We are headed to Atlanta but we're not in a rush. We are taking all the back roads that we can find, stopping to enjoy the breath taking scenery that this country has to offer. We don't know how long we will stay in Atlanta. It may be overnight or it might be several weeks. That decision will be made after we get there. My wife and I will turn in the rental car then catch a flight to London to begin our official honeymoon. But until then Margaret and I will leisurely make our way south and every night I will watch her sleep. I know exactly what is about to happen. It will be the same thing that happens every night. I will quietly put the chair back where it came from. I will take my clothes off and as softly as possible I will slide under the covers to lie next to Margaret. Even this slightest disturbance is enough to wake her. She will turn over to look at me, eyelids half open, smiling and my wife will say to me, "I want you to fuck me." I will lay on top her and her legs will separate so that my hips can fall down between her thighs. Margaret will take my cock in her hand and line it up with her opening and I will slide into her. There will not be any foreplay, there is no need. Her cunt will already be dripping in anticipation of my entry into her body. My cock has only been inside of two women and it has been fifteen long and lonely years since my first wife explosively ended our marriage and tried to emotionally destroy me. Margaret's cunt has only held two different cocks in her lifetime. It has been so long since her husband died that her cunt couldn't remember what it felt like to grasp a cock and squeeze until it twitches and leaves a large load of sperm inside of her. Once we are joined together Margaret will kiss me along the side of my neck and across the shoulder. With my cock buried deep into her we will rub our bodies against each other, her breasts against my chest, hard rhythmic pressure of groin against groin until I pull my hips back then quickly push back into her. My wife will moan quietly in pleasure and place her hands on my hips and encourage me to push harder, faster, deeper, her face buried in the crook of my neck. Margaret's moans and cries will increase as my cock is repeatedly shoved into her over and over, faster and faster until she convulses and goes rigid. When she does this, pulse after pulse of sperm will come out of the end of my cock and fill all the remaining space in her cunt but there will not be enough room so it will be forced out to drip down onto the sheet below. When she is able to move once again, my wife will hold my face in her hands and gently kiss me on the lips and whisper, "Please fuck me again." I will fuck her again. And again and again and again until we fall asleep wrapped in each other arms. In the morning I will wake up to find Margaret lying on her side, eyes open, lips smiling. My wife will raise her leg and move over on top of me until her thighs are straddling my hips. One hand will grasp my cock and pull on it until it is pointing straight up. Her other hand will find a path through her hair to her opening. She will sit up then gently and slowly slide down my cock as it pushes its' way inside. When I am buried as deep as I can go, Margaret will sit there in the morning sun for a moment, our eyes locked on each other, our lips holding a smile of satisfaction at the glorious feeling that we are experiencing. As my wife's hips begin to gently rock back and forth and up and down, my hands will lightly explore her breasts, the curve of her jaw, the gentle swelling of her hips. For what will feel like hours, Margaret and I will push against each other, watching each other, gently making love until my wife's head rolls back and her eyelids flutter and she sighs and I leave behind a fresh load of sperm inside of her. My wife will lean forward and lie on my chest and whimper in pleasure as I gently stroke her back and hold her close. After we get cleaned up and eat breakfast, Margaret and I will begin another day's drive in the general direction of Atlanta. We share everything, every thought, every emotion, every need. We have always been comfortable around each other but now if there is silence we don't notice. We have reached the point where we are content with each other. We don't have that anxious need to fill every moment with sound. My favorite thing is to sit on the sofa as Margaret lies down, her head in my lap as she falls asleep in the quiet and I gently stroke her hair. Sometime in the afternoon we will find a place that is out of the way, far away from where anyone can see us. Margaret will get down on her knees in front of me and take my cock into her mouth. My wife's head will bob up and down and she will suck and nurse on my cock until I shoot thick streams of my sperm into her mouth. Margaret will swallow, then lick my cock clean and stand up to hug me and whisper "thank you" into my ear. Or I might bend her over at the waist and my wife will spread her feet apart so that I can stand behind her, between her legs and push my cock into her already dripping cunt. My hips will slap against the cheeks of Margaret's ass as I fuck her and she grunts uncontrollably. I will throw my arms around her waist and pull her hips back against me as I grunt along with her and our orgasms will come together. My sperm will drip from Margaret's cunt but she will pull up her panties in an effort to trap it inside of her. My wife tells me that she loves the feeling of holding my sperm inside of her cunt. We will hold hands as we walk back to the car and kiss just before we get in and continue our journey to the next motel. There we will turn the lights off and get into bed. In the dark my wife will say to me, "I want you to fuck me." The private joke that Margaret and I share is that you have practice safe sex or else you might fall off the dining room table. Margaret and I do not use any form of birth control. If she should become pregnant we will be deliriously happy but we accept the fact that at this point in our lives it is probably not going to happen. Only one time did she share her deepest feelings about this. Margaret was already outside standing on the back deck when I came out to join her. She was looking at something in the distance, her arms crossed and holding herself. When she heard me she slowly turned and gave me a half smile. There were tears in her eyes that had not yet begun to fall. She put out her arms and pulled me close, held me tight and whispered in my ear. "I would give anything to have your child." Margaret and I touch each other. We touch each other a lot. It is not just the touch of fucking. It is the uncontrollable need to feel that warmth of skin against our fingertips. It is an unconscious craving that forces my hand to delicately stroke the inside of my wife's thigh. She is driven to lovingly kiss my eyelid, or that spot on my neck just behind my earlobe. Most of the time we don't even know that we are touching. We sit next to each other in the pew every Sunday morning, our fingers intertwined and hidden by our thighs that are pressing against each other. Every evening we prepare dinner together and always end up standing next to each other, our shoulders touching as we work. If we go out to a restaurant we always sit on the same of the table. When we watch TV we will sit on the sofa with my arms around my wife's shoulders. Margaret will rest her head on my chest and her hand will drift down until it slides into my pants and gently cradle my balls. I love to lie behind Margaret just before drifting off to sleep. My cheek will be pressed against the back of her neck with one arm around her waist, holding her close to me. My other hand is lower, cupping her mound, my fingers caught in the tangle of her hair. I had come back to this town to find something, but I didn't know what. I wasn't even sure if that was the real reason, or if I was deluding myself about my life at that point. But I am dead certain about the reason I stayed. My plan was to take Margaret to dinner and then go back to the hotel because I was exhausted from the long drive. But she scolded me for spending good money on a hotel when she was rattling around in that empty house all by herself. I could stay in her son's old room and she would have someone to share a pot of coffee with in the morning. I did go back to the hotel that night but the next morning I called and said if the offer was still good, I was on my way. I never left her home. I did the things I wanted each day and Margaret had her own full schedule but we still found ways to spend time together. Margaret would take me out and show me the sights and I was both pleased and dismayed at how our small hometown had changed over the years. Most of my friends had moved away for college and never looked back, just like myself, only returning for family events. Birthdays, weddings, fiftieth anniversaries and finally the funerals. I did find one of our old gang. He was married and living in the next town down the highway, a twenty minute drive. I took him and his wife to dinner and we entertained her with stories of all the stupid things we had done together. She was laughing when she said that we were lucky to still be alive. It was fun to reminisce about our youth but in the end we were both painfully aware that we no longer had anything in common. I began to spend more time with Margaret and less time trying to find my childhood. Margaret slowly cut things out of her schedule until we were spending almost every moment of the day with each other. Contentment was something I had never experienced in my life. The comfort I felt came not from Margaret's home and its' furnishings, but from Margaret herself. Inch by inch, moment by moment, Margaret was becoming an important...the most important...part of my life. Margaret would give me a quick kiss on the check each night before going to her bedroom and closing the door. Each morning I saw her face light up with smiles when I would stumble into the kitchen and she handed me that first cup of coffee for the day. When she had something to do that day that didn't include me, I felt extreme disappointment. Soon Margaret was giving me her little cheek kisses for no reason at all. Our feelings for each other came spilling out on my birthday. Birthdays have never been important to me. From living alone, most years I had forgotten mine until months after the fact. Margaret was adamant. As long as I lived under her roof, we would celebrate birthdays. Her plan was to take me out to an elegant restaurant for dinner and then go someplace to see if we could still remember how to dance. She was surprised when I told her what I really wanted for my birthday but said that with some modifications she would make it happen. The morning of my birthday, Margaret said that she needed to get a few things at the store. The weather was nice and the things to pick up were small so we decided to walk the ten blocks to the grocery store. On our way back I had noticed a teenaged couple that was walking behind us. Even with our backs to them it was obvious that they deeply in love with each other. We stopped at the corner, waiting for the traffic to clear when I heard the boy whisper to his girlfriend. "I'm going to hold your hand just like that for the rest of our lives." I glanced down and was startled to discover that Margaret and I were holding hands. I looked up to Margaret's face. Either she hadn't heard the comment or chose not to acknowledge it. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye with a smile and gently squeezed my hand when it was time to cross the street. At lunch I protested that birthdays were simply not worth the effort, especially mine. In all the years that I have known her, this was the only time I ever have seen Margaret become even remotely angry with me. The thought that I might upset Margaret caused me great distress and I gave in. Later that afternoon I told Margaret I had some errands to run and would be back later. When I had picked up what I needed, I went to the neighbor's house. I had secretly made arrangements the day before. After I told them what I needed, they slowly smiled and said they would be glad to help. I hung out with them for a couple of hours and got to know them a little better. I used their guest bathroom to take a shower and make myself presentable. For the first time in months, I put on a suit and tie. At the appropriate time the neighbors wished me luck and I walked back to Margaret's house. I stood on the porch in front of her door with a bottle of wine in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Margaret had been very vague about the details of what she had planned and this left me with no idea of what to expect. After minutes of nerve wracking indecision, I finally decided to follow Lady Macbeth's advice to "screw your courage to the sticking-place," and rang the doorbell before I ran away in panic. I knew that Margaret was an attractive woman but I was not prepared for the vision that opened the door for me. It literally took my breath away. Margaret was wearing her little black dress. It was velvet and stopped well above her knees. For the first time I became painfully aware of how nice her legs are. A small single strand of pearls circled her neck. Her relaxed smile was one of total comfort. There was music in her voice when she said, "Good, my date is finally here," and stepped aside to let me in. Before I could hand her the wine and flowers, she slipped her arms around my waist and gently pulled me close. Instead of the usual peck on the check, Margaret gave me a slow, lingering kiss on the lips. She took the things out of my hands and pointed to the living room. "Why don't you pick out some music, dinner will be ready in just a minute." I was captivated by the rhythmic movement of Margaret's hips and ass as she walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Less than a minute later she returned and said, "Dinner is served." She hooked her arm into mine and led me into the dinning room. Once again I was stunned. The dining table was set with white linen and gleaming sliver and crystal that I had not seen before. The table is actually large enough to seat eight comfortably, but the place settings were at the corner of one end where we would be close to each other. The lights were off and there were at least two dozen candles of various shapes and sizes that were lit and spread around the room. The dinner was delicious...I think...I'm not sure. I was so enthralled by Margaret that I honestly don't remember eating. After dinner she wouldn't let me help clear the table, she gestured toward to the living room and said, "You're not getting off that easy. I said I wanted dancing and by God, there will be dancing. Go in there and get some music ready." I didn't trust my ability to move in time with the music and not make a fool of myself so I selected several albums of very slow and soft music. When Margaret came into the room she lit several candles and turned off the lamps. She came to me and put one arm around my waist. She held the other one out to the side and we began to dance. After several numbers we were no longer dancing. We were standing wrapped in each other's arms, swaying to the music that we could barely hear. Margaret raised her head and kissed me. Long and slow, it seemed that the kiss lasted for hours and left me wanting more. She let go of me and stepped back. She held her hands clasped together in front of her, looking down at the floor. She took a deep breath then let it out and looked up at me. Her smile was full of hope when she said, "I am in love with you." Robert is my best friend. It seems inadequate to describe him in those terms, he so much more than that. I have also known Robert all of my life. We were next door neighbors as children and did everything together. We were both the "only child" so we became the brothers that our parents couldn't give us. We laughed and played and got into trouble together. We built a tree house in my backyard under the watchful eye of my grandfather. We painted Robert's bedroom bright red when his parents were out for the day. We each kept a toothbrush at the other ones' house. I am two years older than Robert but that has never been a factor in our relationship. We have always been equals. I went away to college and two years later Robert joined me on campus as a freshman. Three months after school started I found Robert late one night as he was coming out of the fraternity house. I drug him into the bushes around back and literally kicked the shit out of him. I brought him back from the emergency room after getting his two cracked ribs tapped up and took him with me to my dorm room. When my roommate began yelling, "I don't want that drunken asshole coming around here any more," I went to his closet and began throwing his clothes out of the window. I told him that if he was still standing there when I was done, he was going out the window after them. Margaret I have never seen or heard from that person again. When Robert woke up in the morning and had finished puking into the wastebasket, I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slapped him as hard as I could. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes as I began yelling in his face. "Listen fuckhead, this is going to stop today. No more binge drinking. No more hanging out with shitheads that know how to find drugs. No more fucking over the girls that trust you. No more piss ant excuses for fucking up your life." I was so angry I slammed him into the wall and he slid down to the floor, only half conscious. After three days of pounding on him, Robert came to understand that he had to take control of his life or I was going to kill him. Robert is the only person in this world to see me cry. When my business went into the toilet and my wife tried to turn me into an emotional cripple, Robert took a leave of absence from medical school to come and stay with me. Guys don't weep and wail and hug each other. They sit quietly, listen and allow the other one to scream and slam things and help pick up the broken pieces lying scattered on the floor. Complete and total unconditional support. At the end of a week we both knew that the worst was over and I had a plan for survival. We both had tears in our eyes as Robert made his good-byes and shook my hand saying, "You're going to make it, I know it." I have no other family so my will gives half of my estate to Robert and his wife, the other half to his twins, my goddaughters. Robert's will says that if anything happens to he and his wife, I will become his daughters' legal guardian. After all those years of working of so hard I sold the business. It left me with a lot of money but no direction. I had no responsibilities, no obligations and I was lost. That was when I decided to go home, to the community that had shaped me as a child. Robert knows and understands the reason for me going to visit our hometown. It was to be my spiritual retreat, a time of reflection to find understanding about myself and my place in the universe. A time to go back to the beginning and start all over again. Robert knows that I have taken Margaret out to dinner and to the movies. It was Robert who called Margaret to let her know that I was coming. Robert has called me many times to check on me, to reassure himself that I am ok, that I am getting what I came to find. Robert does not know that I have found Margaret. Robert does not know that every night since my fortieth birthday I have slept in Margaret's bed. Robert does not know that every night for the last six months I lay on top of Margaret and fuck her until we both collapse in exhaustion. Robert does not know that every morning we make delicate tender love. Robert does not know that every afternoon I spread Margaret's legs apart then root around with my nose and tongue in the dark thick forest of her hair until I find what I am looking for and eat her pussy until she shakes and her thighs snap together trapping my head, my face pressed against her fur and my tongue buried in her cunt. We will never tell Robert these things because it is too personal and private to share with anyone, not even Robert. Robert lives in Atlanta. When we get there Margaret and I will hold hands and sit down with Robert. I will tell Robert that Margaret is my wife and I love her more than life itself. Margaret will tell Robert that she loves me and cannot bear to be away from me for a single moment and nothing will ever keep us apart. We will not ask for Robert's approval or disapproval, we only want him to understand the depth of our love for each other. We will tell Robert these things because Margaret is Robert's mother. ~~~~~ * o0o * ~~~~~ Author's note (and this time I mean it): I hope that you accept this story for what it is. It is the story of two life long friends that discover they have always loved each other. I do have several other stories that I am working on; one titled "Lily" and another titled "Elizabeth"...oh yeah and that other one "Colleen" that I am getting dangerously close to finishing. If you have some extra time on your hands you might want to read "Colleen" chapters 1 & 2. Please take the necessary five seconds out of your busy schedule and vote (notice that I said please). And please, leave your comments here and especially send the e-mails. You have no idea much it brightens my day to receive those gems...and please don't feel disappointed if I don't respond. I thoroughly enjoy writing short stories but suck at answering letters and e-mail. Just ask my family. And remember what your mother always told you, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Margaret and Jeanette Author's note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived, it is done so on the basis that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive. This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, do not read any further. By reading further you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law of the United States or of the country you belong to, and in which, you are a citizen. My sincere thanks to Literotica volunteer editor "Lovepriya" for all the good suggestions and editing. Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala. I welcome comments to help improve future stories. Part 1 – Margaret's first orgasm. This happened when we were having our summer holidays. Our usual activities include riding our bicycles, fishing, watching the sunset at the local Payambalam beach and of course teasing the young high school girls. My friends and I had our own girlfriends that we teased each other about. My girlfriend was eighteen-year-old Margaret. She had a medium brown complexion, petite (34B) boobs, short shoulder length black silky straight hair, medium build, great legs which make a very sexy figure. Her petite 5' 1" height, accentuated her firm boobs that were crying out to be squeezed and fondled. After sunset, the garden behind her house was quite dark and provided all the privacy that we needed. This is where I meet her every evening after dark and we would both sit on the concrete pad behind her house to enjoy each other's company. Our meetings would begin with some talking, kissing and hugging and then my hands would wander over her firm shoulders and back. This went on for a few days and as we got bolder and bolder, we took more and more liberties. One evening, Margaret told me that she could feel my heart beat. I took this opportunity to put my hand inside her blouse to feel her heartbeat, and in the process caressed and fondled her breasts. I could feel my half-awake cock stirring and begin to harden. She helped me fondle her breasts by reaching behind her back and undoing her bra. Her breasts were firm and I felt her nipples harden to my touch. I played with them and teased them with my fingers. By now, both her boobs were exposed to me and she moved my head towards her nipples. I put one nipple inside my mouth, kissed it and then started to suck it. A little later she moved my lips to her other nipple and I sucked on that one. I switched back and forth from one nipple to the other, sucking one and caressing the other. My cock was rock hard by now and was straining against my underwear. While I continued to suck on her delicious nipples, I undid my belt and loosened the buttons on my pants. I reached for her hand and placed it inside the elastic band on my underwear. She felt my rock hard cock, the head wet with my pre-cum, held it and squeezed the shaft. Her mouth opened in surprise and she let out a slight scream. "Oh my God, what's this? It is so huge! Oh God! Are they all this big?" She felt the size of my cock, my mushroom head, and felt my pre-cum. Until this moment, Margaret had never seen any pictures of an erect cock, much less held one in her hand. Even though I had a medium sized six-inch cock, she was terrified by the size. Until now, she had only heard stories about boys' cocks from other girls and thought that boy's cocks were slightly bigger than a finger. She never knew that it could get so big and thick and how something so big could get inside her tiny pussy. All she had ever done was to occasionally masturbate with her finger which was so tiny compared to the size of my erect cock which seemed monstrous in comparison. I reassured her and tried to calm her down. "Darling, don't worry. Some boys have bigger cocks, and some have smaller cocks. My size is average" "Bigger than this? Oh my God!" I knew mine was average because my friends and I would compare each other's cocks during school outings, picnics and when we played at the beach. Margaret seemed to relax, but was still apprehensive. Her nineteen-year-old friend Jeanette, who was bolder, had told her that her boyfriend had a 5" long cock, and both girls thought that this was normal. "Just hold it darling, and play with it; we will both enjoy it" I continued to play with her boobs that were getting a little bigger with all the fondling. By now, my erect cock was fully outside my pants and underwear. She did not know how to play with my cock or what to do with it; so I taught her how to hold my cock, pull the foreskin down, and stroke it back and forth. "Eeek, this is wet and slippery" "That's my lubrication darling; it's known as pre-cum" "Pre-cum? And what is cum?" "Pre-cum is a clear very slippery liquid that lubricates during sex, and 'Cum' is another name for semen" Margaret laughed, "Oh; you boys!" I could hear her breathing getting deeper and clearly, she was enjoying this new activity to which she was just introduced. With one nipple still in my mouth, my hands went up her thighs that were slightly parted by now, and I slipped my fingers inside the elastic of her silk panties. This was the first time that I had my fingers inside her panties. I felt the thick curly hair around her pussy, and ran my fingers through it. Her pussy hair was abundant and almost appeared like she never even trimmed it. It felt so good! Margaret did not know how to react. This was the first time anyone had touched her there. She was shy, scared, and at the same time felt good. Her feelings of pleasure overcame her shyness and she started moaning softly. "Aaaaaaahhhh...! Aaaaaaahhhh...! Mohan that feels good." That's when I realized how wet she had become. I removed her silk panties and in the semi darkness, felt the wetness at the front. She opened her legs slightly while my fingers wandered through her dense curly bush, and easily found her very warm wet pussy lips. I moved my fingers between her pussy lips and started stroking her inner pussy lips. This was the first time a boy had sucked her nipples and touched her pussy. Her soft moans got louder. "Oh... Oh..! Oh my God....! Ooooohhhhh...! Ooooohhhhh...! Keep going, darling! It feels so good!" she cried out in the semi darkness. Our eyes were slowly getting accustomed to the dim light coming from the nearby street light. Pretty soon we could see each other rather well. Margaret kept stroking my cock with one hand and with her other hand she guided my fingers to her clitoris. Her clit was quite swollen and erect by this time, and she let out a scream when my fingers found her hardened, blood engorged love button. My fingers were already wet from her pussy juice and I played with her clit and massaged it. I gently moved her hood upwards and stroked her exposed slippery clit up and down and from side to side with my wet finger. "Oh! Oh! Oh!.. Aaaaaahhhhhh...! Oh my God! This is sssoooooo lovely Mohan!" Then I felt her body jerk and her pussy muscles tighten around my fingers and she bucked like a wild horse. I massaged her swollen, erect clitoris rapidly. This was going to be the big moment for her. "Oh my God! Something's happening to me! I'm feeling butterflies all over! Oh my darling! Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh...! Aaaaaaahhhh...! Aaaaaaahhhh...!" I felt the rush of her sticky cum all over my fingers. In the dim light, I noticed that her face was flushed and she felt some shyness about what had just happened to her. This was her very first real orgasm! She kissed me, "Oh my God! That was terrific! I never felt like this ever!" "You just had your first orgasm Margaret; it's known as 'cumming' – don't the girls in your school talk about it?" "Oh no; what do you think of us? You think that we talk about these things? "Sorry darling; I thought that all girls masturbated, had orgasms, and talked about it." "Oh that; yes we do that and tease each other about the different ways of masturbating. But we don't openly talk about orgasms. My best friend Jeanette asks me and teases me about masturbation, but I am too shy to tell her." "Well, do you masturbate?" "Only once" "Oh come on sweetheart; tell me about it; it will make me get even more excited." "O.K., I do it sometimes, but don't tell Jenny. If you tell her I will rip your cock off. Just kidding. I just touch myself sometimes at night and it feels good. But nothing like what happened just now. This feeling is totally new to me" and she laughed. She continued to squeeze and stroke my cock and said, "Now Mohan, it's your turn. Jenny told me about how a boy's semen comes out. She told me that she does this for Steve. I think she does a lot more than this when she is with Steve" By now, I was very excited and enjoyed Margaret's stroking. I continued to kiss her, massage her wet pussy and clit, and knew that I would not last very long. I told her to go faster and faster, which she did quite well and then I felt my body stiffen, my cock enlarge, and get harder. I was on the verge of ejaculating. She stroked faster. I screamed, "Oh Margaret! Faster darling! Faster! Ooooohhhhh.... Ooooohhhhh.... I'm cumming darling! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...!" My cum shot out of my cock in several strong spurts, spraying the concrete pad as she continued to vigorously stroke my cock. Margaret felt the contractions too. In the dim light she saw my semen spurt out and was in a high state of arousal. She cried, "Oh my God, I'm getting that same feeling! I'm cumming again!" She had a second orgasm, not as powerful as her first. She was very fascinated as this was her first introduction to semen spurting out from a stiff cock. "Oh wow! She didn't tell me that it shot out in spurts! This stuff is so sticky. Eeek! Did you feel good?" and wiped her hand on my shirt. "Good? My cock in the hands of the most beautiful angel; it was terrific my darling." "You must show me this again. I want to see it during the daytime. I felt it expand during each spurt. Wow, it was exciting" We held each other, embraced, kissed, and stayed like that for about ten minutes, completely relaxed in each other's arms. ********** This became our routine for quite a while. Since she was still a virgin, she was timid and scared to fuck my big hard cock. She was fully convinced that my big cock would not go inside her little pussy. She was scared about getting pregnant; she was scared about the size; she was scared about the pain when her hymen ruptured; she was scared about everything! Therefore, I had to think of ways and means to get her aroused and bold enough to let me fuck her. I was getting impatient and was just longing to fuck her. The tension and the stress were building inside me, and I had to come up with a plan quickly. I had my work cut out for the next few weeks. Her friend Jeanette was bolder, and I thought that I should get her to convince Margaret to fuck me. I knew that with a little patience and some careful innovative planning, this would become a reality. Even though my cock liked the handjobs, it was really longing for Margaret's virgin pussy. Part 2 – Encounter with Jeanette. One evening, I went to my girlfriend Margaret's backyard as usual and waited. This was our rendezvous place, but there was no sign of Margaret. A few minutes later, I saw a figure walk towards me in the semi darkness and presumed that it was Margaret. Instead, it was her best friend Jeanette who had come to tell me that Margaret could not join me that evening. She had gone to baby-sit her sister's kid, would sleep over, and be back the next day. Jeanette noticed the disappointment on my face, and started to comfort me. She held me and gave me a hug. She held me very tight, and moved her hands all over my back. I felt that this was way beyond a friendship hug. I was already in a state of excitement waiting for Margaret and anticipating her foreplay and handjob. Now Jeanette was in my arms hugging me, and her perfume was very alluring. I returned her hug, held her tight and planted a kiss on her lips. Jeanette responded well and we French kissed for a few minutes. Jeanette was nineteen, a year older than Margaret and a lot bolder than she. French kissing sexy Jeanette was very arousing. My erect cock was now straining against the restraints of my underwear. Jeanette was in a devilish mood, moved her thigh between my legs and felt my erect cock. Coolly she placed her hand on my bulge and started rubbing it. She had some prior experience with Steve. Unlike Margaret, she knew what she was doing. It was the point of no return for me, and I unbuttoned Jeanette's blouse, and undid her bra. Jeanette had perfect breasts, firm and perky. I started caressing her boobs and played with her erect and upward pointing hard nipples. Jeanette moaned with pleasure. I sucked one nipple, then the other and switched back and forth. Jeanette continued to moan softly. While I was caressing her breasts and nipples, Jeanette undid my zipper and had my fully erect cock out. She gave me a smile of approval when she saw my six inches of rock hard meat. She was particularly happy when she saw the big, bulbous mushroom head. Her boyfriend Steve's cock was five inches long and therefore she liked my six-inch size; bigger than her boyfriend's, yet not too big to hurt her. She felt that she could derive a lot of pleasure and handle this one with skill and ease. We lay down by the concrete pad and my hands went straight under her skirt. I got a pleasant surprise. Jeanette was not wearing any panties! My hand felt the softness of her luxurious silky bush. Her abundant, thick, silky curls were over an inch long; maybe an inch and a half long. Her pussy was very wet and she moaned as I caressed her pussy lips and let out a scream when my finger went into her wet vagina. I moved my finger in and out of her vagina, and my wet thumb gently caressed her plump and erect clitoris. Jeanette moaned, "Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh...! Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh...!" I continued my in and out movements with my finger, and curved it slightly towards the front of her vagina, and easily located her G-Spot. I gently stroked and stimulated it with my middle finger. She gave my cock a hard squeeze and a few rapid strokes. Her body squirmed with pleasure and after a few minutes, she cried, "Aaaaaahhhhhh...! Uuuuuummmmmm...! Fuck me! Mohan fuck me now! Pleeeaaasseeee...!" Jeanette was no virgin and had fucked before. She was lying down with her skirt raised, her knees bent and the scene was so inviting. She wanted no more foreplay. Therefore I mounted her in the missionary position. She quickly grabbed my stiff cock and guided it to her vaginal opening. Jeanette had a small tight pussy and my cock had some difficulty getting in. She raised her pelvis, I pushed harder and I was in. Once inside, Jeanette's pussy held my cock firmly and she squeezed and released my cock with her pussy a few times. This squeezing caused my cock to slip out a couple of times, and each time, she promptly guided it back inside. This felt really good. Each entry felt divine! I pumped her with full long strokes and she responded with good upward thrusts. "Come on Mohan, fuck me harder! Fuck me! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Your cock feels so good! Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh...! Fuck baby! Fuck mmmmmeeeeeeeeeee...!" Unlike the timid Margaret, Jeanette was a wild girl, moaned and screamed a lot. Her loud screams were very arousing, and each upward thrust sent my rock hard cock fully inside her cunt. I just wished Margaret would do this with me soon. For a few moments, I tried to imagine that I was fucking my sweet Margaret. However Jeanette's loud screams, her powerful upward thrusts, her tight cunt, and her wild movements made it impossible to think of anyone else. I realized that Jeanette was the source of all my pleasure, and I turned all my attention to her. She wanted to try something different. She made me lie on my back, got on top of me, inserted my cock in her cunt and rode me like a wild cowgirl. She did something very different. Jeanette started to tighten and relax her already tight pussy during her strokes. She would relax her pussy during the in-stroke and then tighten her pussy muscles during the outstroke! She was milking my stiff cock and I enjoyed that very much. I wondered how such a young convent school girl learned milking so well. How long could either of us take this type of wild action? Sure I was just eighteen and like typical eighteen-year-olds, could fuck like a stallion. However, the pleasure from milking was incredible! Jeanette screamed, "Oh darling, fuck me! Fuck me harder, make me cum! Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh...! Aaaaaahhhhhh...!" I wanted to reciprocate and give Jeanette a good G-Spot orgasm. I adjusted the depth of our strokes so that during each inward stroke, the large bulbous head of my glans would find her G-spot and give her unbelievable pleasure. She was bucking like a wild horse and I had to hold down her hips firmly to prevent my cock from slipping out. Jeanette seemed to slow down a bit. Then I realized that she was just changing strokes. She took the entire six inches of my cock in her cunt and started a back and forth fucking motion; almost withdrawing it from her cunt each time and then came pounding down. This had the effect of providing direct clitoral stimulation as her erect swollen clitoris came crashing down against the base of my cock. Her moans got louder, and I wanted to further increase her level of pleasure. I reached over and massaged her breasts, and played with her erect hard nipples as she fucked me. She cried out, "Fuck me darling! Faster! Bury your cock inside my cunt! Leave it there forever!" and she moved her hips even faster. This was unbelievable coming from the lips of a nineteen-year-old convent schoolgirl! Her swollen, erect clitoris was protruding from under its hood and was fully exposed; like a miniature penis clearly visible in the dim light. With my wet fingers I stroked it and massaged it up and down through her clitoral hood like jerking off a tiny penis. Jeanette went faster and faster with her downward strokes, and I matched her with an unrelenting massaging assault on her clitoris until we reached a crescendo. Her body shook and her pussy muscles tightened even further in a stranglehold around my cock. She screamed, "Aaaaaaggggghhhhh...! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...!" Simultaneously my body stiffened and my cock enlarged. I was about to ejaculate. I cried, "Oh my God! Oh Jenny, Jenny! Jennnnnnnneeeeeeeeeee...!" My stiff cock spasmed and shot its hot semen in about nine strong spurts deep inside her tight spasming pussy. Jeanette felt my hot cum deep inside her cunt, and continued to fuck me, and milk my cock during my entire ejaculation. After a while, she relaxed, with my cock still inside her and our juices ran down her pussy lips, down the length of my still erect cock to the base. I felt my cock get soft, but Jeanette would not let me withdraw. Margaret and Jeanette "How was it, Mohan? Good?" "Terrific, Jenny – No wonder Steve always looks so happy." "Yeah, Steve and one other secret guy. No, no; don't pull it out – Just leave it in there for a while. See what happens" "Who is the other guy?" "Margaret's Uncle Paul. One day last April, Margaret and I were in her room, had our tops off, and were playing with and sucking each other's boobs and nipples. The door was ajar and Uncle Paul was standing there and watching us. We didn't know how long he was watching, and he took a digital picture of us. The noise of the camera shutter startled us. He walked inside, ordered Margaret to put on her clothes and leave the room" Jeanette continued, "Margaret was scared and quickly left, leaving me with Uncle Paul. As soon as she was gone, he closed the door and fucked me hard. Twice. The second time he was rough and left scratch marks on my back as he ejaculated. I had no option and he has been blackmailing me ever since. This is the only way I can keep him quiet. Margaret knows about it, now you know about it, and it's no longer a secret. He still has that photograph and is now asking me to suck him. I don't mind him fucking me; and even though I enjoy sucking cock, I will not suck him." "How often does he fuck you?" "Oh, every week; on Tuesdays when Aunt Irene goes to her weekly dance classes. By the way, it's Uncle Paul who taught me how to milk a man's cock. It took me a while to firm up and control my muscles, but now I am comfortable with it and I enjoy better too. Steve loves my milking, and from the look on your face, you love it too." "Does Uncle Paul have a big cock?" "Same size as Steve's; about five and a half inches – but much fatter. Mohan, I love the way your cock fills me up. Margaret thinks your cock is too big, and told me that she is scared; but I think she will enjoy the size." "Jenny, how do you keep from getting pregnant?" "Uncle Paul uses a condom, and I fuck Steve without a condom only during my safe period. Like now. I like to feel your cock, and Steve's too, expand and spasm inside me during ejaculation and the hot semen shoot inside my pussy spurt after spurt. No more talk, fuck me one more time, I have to get back before anyone starts looking for me." My cock got hard again inside her warm cunt and Jeanette started her rocking motion all over again. I thought that this girl was going to strip the skin off my cock with her wild fucking. This was not a high school girl; this was a fucking machine; and she was good at it; particularly the milking part. Since I had already cum in her pussy a few minutes before, I felt that I had taken the edge off and the second round would last much longer. I was right! This time, I pleaded with her and begged her to milk my cock. She was delighted to comply and promptly started to milk me. After a few minutes, we stopped and rested, with my cock still buried deep inside her juicy cunt. She lay on top of me and I leaned over and sucked her nipples. A few minutes later, I said, "Let's fuck again, Jeanette – come on baby, let's fuck. By the way, have you sucked Steve?" "Oh yes I have; he has been pleading and pestering me for that. I love it and I'll do it for you too, one of these days. You guys are obsessed with cock sucking. But you have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even Margaret. I don't want her to know that I suck cock. Now come on, I want to fuck doggy style." She went on all fours on the smooth concrete pad with her butt sticking up. I knelt down behind her, held her waist with one hand, and with the other, I inserted my cock in her still tight cunt. I immediately felt her pussy muscles exert a firm grip on my cock. This time I controlled the strokes. I gave her a few G-Spot stimulating strokes followed by a few rapid long strokes. Then I repeated the process all over again. I fucked Jeanette for about ten minutes in this position. She moved her head from side to side, and moaned with each in stroke. I reached over and squeezed her boobs and teased her hard erect nipples. "Fuck mmmeee, fuck mmmeeeee..! Faster Mohan! Come on give it to me, faster...! Ooooohhhhh, fuck me darling...!" I grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy towards my cock as I rammed into her. She took about three minutes of these hard strokes and fucked me back by moving her butt backwards to match my rhythm. I moved my hand over and massaged her erect clitoris, touching the exposed tip with my wet fingers. Jeanette screamed, "Uuunnnhhhh, faster! Faster! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...!" I felt both our bodies stiffen and jerk and we both climaxed together. I shot my semen deep inside her cunt. "Oh Mohan! I felt your cock expand and your semen shoot inside me – Well, you got two shots and I got three orgasms – I better get back before anyone is looking for me." "Thank you Jenny, that was great! I wish you can talk Margaret into this." "I already have. Don't think she is that innocent. We have kissed each other, caressed each other's boobs, fingered each other's pussies, and had a good time. She will fuck you very soon. We talked about it at length and came up with a great plan. I promise you will love it, just trust me. There is no time to discuss that now, I have to get back. Margie and I are best friends, and she gave me permission to fuck you tonight. We have to wait until our safe periods coincide; then we can both fuck you. It will be soon." So that's why she was not wearing any panties when she came to meet me tonight! Jeanette briefly told me that they both wanted to do a threesome with me. It would be Margaret's grand initiation and she was too shy and scared to let me fuck her even though she very much wanted to do so. Besides, Margaret was a virgin. I found it hard to imagine that demure, shy Margaret would have a wild, horny best friend like Jeanette and engage in lesbian episodes! When this session with Jeanette was over, I noticed a little blood on my penis and asked Jeanette whether she had her period. She said no. Then I noticed that the slight bleeding was from my cock. Jeanette's tight pussy, wild fucking, and milking had separated the last bit of skin that attached my foreskin to my glans. When I got home, I was concerned about my cock, didn't know what to do, and the only person that I felt safe to confide in, was my housemaid Lakshmi. I told Lakshmi what had happened and she was very sympathetic at first. Then she started giggling and soon her whole body was shaking with laughter. We both laughed. She led me to the bathroom and washed my sore cock. A small amount of the skin around my glans was ripped off and the soap and water made it burn. My cock got hard by this washing; Lakshmi applied some powder to it and put a bandage around it. It seemed to be effective. However, as soon as my cock went flaccid, the bandage came off and dropped to the floor. Both Lakshmi and I found this hilarious and had a good laugh. She examined the wound every day, washed my cock, applied the medicated powder, and by the fourth day, the scab had formed. Three days after that, my cock was fully healed and ready for action. (Margaret's initiation and the threesome with her and Jeanette will be a sequel to this narrative) I welcome comments to help improve future stories.