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Maggie

By: Many Feathers



Authors note: For those of you who've read "The Ya Ya Dildohood", this isn't a continuation of that series, but it is an in depth background into the character "Maggie" of that series. Maggie is based on a real person, though the names have been changed to protect their identities. Not all of the situations in this story are true, though those that are, I have tried to portray as accurately as they were told to me. I'll let you the reader, decide for yourself which are, and which aren't. And hope that you will find this story as entertaining as I found the woman to be who this story is based on. And if you haven't read "The Ya Ya Dildohood", I would encourage you to do so prior to reading this story. Either way, I hope you enjoy it.

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She was born Elizabeth Margaret Manchester. She'd never known her mother as her mother had died during childbirth. Her father, Edward Manchester became both Father and Mother to her. English immigrants, her grandparents had come over from England at the turn of the century, along with their son Edward, who would one day become her father.

Named after both her mother, and her grandmother, her father had nicknamed her "Maggie". The same name he had affectionately called his wife for so many wonderful, yet short-lived years spent together.

Edward had no formal education, no formal training of any sort. But he was good with his hands, having an intelligent mind that could think through any problem, solving it. As such, he wandered the country hiring out as a handyman, taking Maggie with him of course wherever they traveled. Often, he did odd jobs simply for room and board, along with enough to eat to barely sustain the two of them.

Once the work he'd been commissioned to do was completed, they'd find themselves off on the road again in search of employment, another place to stay, as well as another meal to fill their bellies. Occasionally Edward would get lucky and find someone who had enough for him to do to keep him employed for a couple of weeks or more. It was during one of these rare periods that his daughter now barely eighteen had witnessed which would be for her, her first sexual encounter, something she would remember for the rest of her life.

Edward had been very careful about protecting his daughter, especially around any young men or boys who might have other intentions. He would often move on, rather than taking a job no matter how promising it might be, if there were young men hanging around who might take an interest in Maggie. At eighteen, virginal, Maggie was a very naïve and even worse...curious. 

With the onset of the depression, Edward was finding it more and more difficult finding jobs. As such, he knew he was taking a big risk as far as Maggie's innocence was concerned. Hesitant when he finally found work, because of the young woman he met who was only slightly older than Maggie, and who appeared a little too loose in her mannerisms than he would have preferred, he nevertheless took the job offered as they were scraping the bottom of their financial barrel.

As was often the case, they'd been given a place in the barn. It was warm, dry, providing them plenty of comfort as well as a place to sleep. Maggie's father had already risen, going out very early that morning with Mr. Brown who owned and ran the particular farm they were staying at. Her "father" as she affectionately called him was out mending fences and would no doubt be away all day. Maggie had already finished the chores she'd been instructed to help out with, returning to the barn in order to finish reading a book she'd recently been given by her father on her previous birthday. She'd found a secluded little spot up in the hayloft where she could read, dream and fantasize about far away places without being disturbed. It was the sound of a woman's hushed laughter that alerted her to remain quiet however as she peered down from her place of concealment into the area below her.

"Shhh. Hurry. We don't have much time," the young woman said giggling. Maggie saw the young girl recognizing her almost immediately. Kathryn as she'd been introduced two days prior when her father had found work. Kathryn as Maggie had learned was already eighteen, engaged to be married from what she'd discovered earlier. But it certainly wasn't to the man she saw Kathryn standing there with now. She'd met him too. No, this was one of the other hired hands that lived and worked the fields that she was with. Maggie watched as they both hurriedly began undressing themselves as well as one another.

From her vantage point she watched as the hired hand leaned over to cup and attempt to kiss one of Kathryn's beautifully pink-tipped breasts.

"I told you, we don't have time for that," she cautioned him a bit worriedly. "You're supposed to be on your way to help father. And I'm supposed to be gathering eggs. So, if you want to fuck me, you'd best get on with it before we run out of time!"

Maggie watched as Kathryn hiked up the dress she had on, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything beneath it. A fact she found both appalling as well as strangely exciting as she came to think upon it later. More importantly, she wondered about two things. What had the word "fuck," meant? She'd never ever heard that particular word used before for one thing. And for the other, what were they doing?

To say that Maggie was naive in the ways of the world was an understatement. Her father had always been reserved, over protective, as she'd later come to think on it. Even when she had come upon her 'curses' as women called them, her father had taken her to a local town doctor to have him explain that particular malady to her. Something of which she had felt embarrassed about for days afterwards, especially as she would often force her father to stop in his travels so that she could take care of this most unwelcome, but very necessary problem. But Maggie was even more innocent when it came to anything of a sexual nature. She knew where babies came from, that much she had actually guessed. But as for the mechanics as to how they got there, she was clueless. It was an almost magical occurrence as far as she was concerned. Married people simply had babies. Which was the extent of her understanding regarding that particular subject.

"Come on! Aren't you hard enough yet?" she heard Kathryn ask. Maggie watched as Kathryn positioned herself directly below her in one of the unused, freshly cleaned stables. Hiking up her skirts, she saw a thick black patch of hair between Kathryn's legs, not all that dissimilar from her own. But what immediately caught her attention, nearly taking her breath away as well as almost causing her to gasp out in surprise, was the sudden appearance of the young man's fleshy bare ass as he pulled his pants down hovering over Kathryn were he stood.

"You mean this?" Maggie heard him say, but unable to see what the "this" was he was referring to.

"Yeah, that!" Kathryn had responded almost dreamily beckoning towards him with her hands, imploring him to join her.

"Not until you say it," he demanded teasingly. "Come on, you want it. Say it!" 

"You're horrible Phillip. You're a horrible, horrible man to make a woman say such things. To have her speak such naughty despicable words!" The tone Maggie heard Kathryn using however was anything but shock, anger or even repulsion. It was if anything, unbridled excitement!

"What is going on?" she wondered again to herself, beginning to feel the first signs of some sort of tingling taking place between her legs. Something she had felt a few brief times before, but had always feared it to be the beginnings of her monthly curses.

"Well?" Phillip asked once again. "You're the one who's in a hurry," he reminded her.

"Cock, prick, penis!" Kathryn said spitting the words at him, though once again not in horror or anger, but with an amused, almost affectionate tone of voice.

Maggie was confused, curious. She'd heard the word "Cock" before of course, a name describing a male rooster. And "Prick" certainly. She'd used that particular word herself whenever she had pricked, or poked at something. And embarrassedly, she knew what a penis was too. She'd once asked her father what his 'thing' was when she'd seen him off standing by the side of the road relieving himself. She'd seen babies' penises of course, but had never thought to ask about what that particular appendage was. Only upon seeing her father's had she thought to actually wonder about it. And he had told her simply it was a "penis" that and nothing more. "Men had them, women didn't." Simple enough an explanation for her perhaps. Then. Now, hearing the three distinct words being used together to describe what Kathryn was obviously looking at took on a whole new meaning for her.

"Now, are you going to fuck me or not?" Kathryn asked him once again, using that same word she'd used earlier. 

"Fuck?" What did it mean? Maggie wondered silently. Even saying it silently to herself gave her an odd sense, something secretive, something curiously wicked. Whatever "fuck" meant, it had something to do with whatever Phillip and Kathryn were preparing to do.

Maggie watched as Phillip finally lowered himself over Kathryn. Watched as Kathryn spread both of her bare legs to either side of him so that he was positioned directly between them. A moment later they began moving together. A moment after that Kathryn began moaning, pleasurably for some reason. Whatever it was that Phillip was doing to her, it felt good. Even more inexplicably, Maggie felt a trickle of moisture gather between her legs, momentary panic settling in as she quickly checked herself, worried that her curses had taken this particular moment to start, relieved when she found they hadn't. Even so, she became rather 'wet' as she continued to lie there listening to the two of them below her, wondering...wondering what it was they were doing? But even more importantly, why were the two of them enjoying it so much as evidenced by Kathryn's deep groans of obvious pleasure.

The sounds of their coupling, though Maggie still had no real idea what it was she was seeing, let alone listening to, had heightened her own awareness that something interesting was taking place below her. Something that obviously felt good, and brought a significant amount of pleasure to both of them. Kathryn continued to moan, groan, thrashing herself almost violently beneath Phillip. He in turn began bumping against Kathryn faster and faster until she screamed, followed a moment later by his equally deep-throated grunt.

As time was short obviously, Kathryn made Phillip get up from her. When he did, Maggie saw his semi-rigid "penis" as he stood, turning towards the side as she glanced down between the slats in the upper loft above them. Phillip's penis was easily twice the size her father's had been when she had seen his. And she now knew without any doubt as to what he'd been using it for. The thought of a man somehow putting something like that inside of her seemed foreign, yet at the same time, wickedly wonderful as she relived the lusty naughty sounds that the two of them had been making together.

Looking down at Kathryn, she now saw something else too. Several white slimy trails seemed to be coating the course black mat and belly of Kathryn's womanhood.

"It's a good thing you didn't squirt inside me," she told him. "I'm too far from my courses yet to let you do that," she added. "And I don't desire to find myself with a child quite yet either! Though that idiot I'm engaged to would certainly love thinking it was his," she added thoughtfully.

Maggie had to stifle a loud gasp, balling her fist against her mouth as realization dawned on her like a tidal wave. So much made sense to her now, within the blink of an eye. Something she would have never dared to ask her father about certainly, nor would he have in all likelihood even answered her had she asked.

"Except with his belt perhaps," Maggie mused once again looking down through the slats in the flooring.

Phillip helped her to stand. Maggie watched as Kathryn straightened her skirts while Phillip helped her to remove bits of straw that had clung to her, including her hair. "Now...you'd best get a move on and go find Daddy and that other man he hired. They're probably wondering where you are already," she told him. "By the way. Have you seen Maggie today? Mother told me to find her and send her into her if I did. So keep an eye out for her would you? Hell, she's probably out frigging herself someplace, foolish girl."

"Well, if she is off frigging herself someplace, you'd best hope I'm not the one to be finding her, or I might want to be fucking her as well," he'd said teasingly.

This time Kathryn's look was menacing, every bit as much as the tone of voice that she now used. "I ever catch you so much as looking at that girl, I'll tear your fucking eyes out with my own hands!" she warned him seriously.

To Maggie's relief, the two of them left a few moments later. Feeling the moisture, which had continued to flow, continuing to pool between her legs, Maggie reached down wanting to ensure that nothing else was happening. Though she didn't do it often, if hardly ever at all, she placed her finger between her legs, drawing it up to look for any telltale signs. When she did however, she experienced something she had never felt before. An entirely new and different sensation. It felt good, really good. But before she could further explore what it was she'd just discovered, she heard the sound of Mrs. Brown calling out for her. Scrambling down from her place of concealment, she quickly ran around the other side of the barn so that neither Phillip nor Kathryn might expect where it was that she had been hiding. Luckily, neither of them did. Unluckily, Mrs. Brown needed the pigs fed.

#

It was well after sunset, long after dinner had been eaten with everything cleaned and cleared away, which Maggie had helped with of course. She had made up her bed, unfolding the blankets she'd been given along with a pillow for her head. Her father had settled into the vacant stall next to hers, the very one that she had seen Phillip and Kathryn "fucking" in earlier, she thought.

"Father?" she had asked tentatively, her curiosity getting the better of her reasoning.

"Yes Maggie?" he'd answered her a moment later, hearing him as he laid out his own blankets in preparation for sleep.

"What does the word 'fuck' mean?" she asked innocently.

Maggie was stunned, shocked, surprised to put it mildly when her father suddenly appeared in the opening of her stall, belt in hand with the most fearsome look upon his face she'd ever seen before.

"Don't ever...ever say that word again! Do you hear me?" he demanded in a voice she had never heard her father use before.

Maggie looked at him numbly, frightened now as he moved towards her folding the belt over once as he did.

"Turn over, onto your belly!" he demanded of her. Maggie remembered only being spanked once by her father, and then, only with his hand. He had threatened her with his belt but had never used it. Doing so only as a warning to her to behave and never talk back to him again. Which she hadn't. Seeing the belt this time however, she hoped for a warning, but knew in her heart as he had told her to roll over, that this time it wouldn't be.

"Thwap!" The first sting to her ass came as a shock to her. The thin material of her nightgown and underwear giving little or no protection from the stinging edge of the leather as it came down hard upon her sensitive flesh. Maggie expected another, hearing only the sound of her father's exasperation and the sound of the belt being thrown off to the side of the stall angrily.

"Let that be a reminder to you. Do NOT speak such filth in my presence ever again!" her father screamed at her. But Maggie could also tell by the tone of his voice, that he was confused, frustrated perhaps. Just as angry with himself as he was at her as he turned and walked away back towards his stall. Seconds later he blew out their only lantern without even saying goodnight to his daughter. Maggie curled up inside her blankets, the sting of her father's belt still fresh across the backside of her ass. In the darkness, she heard her father speak, asking in tones almost too low to hear, apologetic in a way without saying so. 

"Where was it that you heard that word?" he asked her. "And don't lie to me Maggie, I will know it if you do. What did you see and hear?" he asked again a little more sternly.

Maggie had never lied to him before. She feared his anger in her lying to him every bit as much as in telling him how she had come to know this word. But she found in telling him to be the lesser of two evils. So she did.

It was the first time that Maggie ever remembered her father leaving a job early before. Especially one in which there was actual payment, let alone room, board and meals included. He had waited until sunrise to inform Mr. Brown they were leaving. Mr. Brown had attempted to convince them to stay, even offering a meager increase to his wages as her father had proven himself to be reliable and hard working. To her surprise, her father declined, accepting payment meager as it was for the work he had done, opting instead to leave, saying nothing more than he had a promise to keep, and needed to be on the road, immediately.

She had walked by her father's side for several hours in silence. The single red welt upon her ass a reminder of her father's anger with her. But a curious question mark too, for why had he stopped after only one?

"I'm sorry," he said simply after a time. Maggie remained silent. She wasn't exactly angry with him, merely confused. Obviously there was much she didn't understand, much that she wished to understand better. Especially about herself, about the feeling she had experienced between her legs by the touch of her own finger. Not to mention why "fucking" seemed to be so pleasurable. And if indeed it was, why then was it something her father would consider so wrong?

"You're almost a woman grown," he said a moment later. "I realized that back there in the barn. I've put off doing what I've known all along would eventually need to be done. There's much you need to know," he stated turning to look at her, his face aflame with embarrassment. "But those are things I cannot explain or tell you about," he added quickly. "You need to live someplace where you can be schooled too. Not out wandering the countryside with me. I know such a place, I know a woman who will take you in as though you were her own," he told her with a measure of finality.

"But father! I don't want to live someplace without you!" Maggie began to cry. He had said nothing more to her about it as they walked along in silence; only the gentle comfort of his strong arm around her shoulder told her that he was no longer angry or mad at her. But she also knew that once his mind was made up about something, there was no changing it. With fear and dread burning deeply within her soul, Maggie walked beside him towards the beginning of a new life.

#

Several days later Maggie and her father had managed to hitchhike half way across Texas. They arrived at a small town still several miles away from San Antonio. It was here that Maggie's father introduced her to a woman he had known. Though how he had gotten to know her so well, or obviously so intimately was a mystery to her. He'd never mentioned the woman to her before.

"May? I'd like to introduce you to my daughter," he'd said. "This is Maggie."

May was an exceptionally attractive woman for as old as she obviously was. Maggie found it odd that she was single, never having been married for as attractive as she was especially at her age. And though she didn't exactly live alone as she ran a boarding house, thus having plenty of guests most of the time, Maggie found the woman to be warm and friendly towards her. Especially upon learning that she was Edward's daughter.


Maggie



"How long has it been Ed?" May had asked almost affectionately. Perhaps a little too affectionately it seemed in fact to Maggie when they had arrived. She'd also noticed a warning look seemingly pass from her father to May as they stood out on the porch together. May had seemed to pick up on the look, quickly inviting them both in without pressing the question further. "Why don't you let me get the two of you something to eat and drink?" she asked.

"I think Maggie would like that," her father had said with a relieved tone of voice that Maggie immediately picked up on. "And then maybe you and I can go back outside onto the porch and chat for a moment or two," he'd indicated with another knowing look cast in Mays direction.

May had taken the hint; fixed Maggie a sandwich along with some fruit, cheese and a nice cold glass of milk before pouring herself and Maggie's father an iced tea. "May and I have some business to discuss," he'd told her. "You sit in here, enjoy your lunch while we talk." Edward had let her know in no uncertain terms that they weren't to be disturbed.

Later that evening her father let her in on what he'd been talking to May about. Maggie learned that she was to live here with her, helping out with the boarders she took in, attending one of the nearby schools during the day in order to further her neglected education. He told her how he would be gone for long periods of time while he sought employment, doing what he did best, traveling around trying to make ends meet and save a little money up for the two of them. Times had been hard; there had been the depression. And now it seemed, war was coming. It was the talk on everyone's mind these days.

Her father had stayed on for three days before leaving bright and early one morning as he'd indicated he would do. It was the last time Maggie would ever see her father again. She heard weeks later he had been killed in an accident crushed by a bailing machine on a farm he'd been working at shortly after his arrival. Worse, the news didn't even reach her for several weeks, as no one knew for sure where his daughter even was or lived. If May hadn't noticed a small tiny article in an old newspaper about her father's death, she might not have ever known. And so it was, May became her best friend, confidant and mentor.

Maggie had turned Nineteen having lived with May now ever since her fathers death. Together she helped May run the boarding house. Business was booming as they lived fairly close to the train station. As late, things had been pretty hectic. People seemed to be constantly coming and going, which was especially odd for this time of year with winter approaching. It was November 1941 and was proving to be one of the coldest winters on record, especially for San Antonio.

Maggie had been sitting inside with May one evening when she finally worked up the courage to ask her how it was that May knew her father. May smiled, gave Maggie a sorrowed look, setting down her needlework that she'd been working on as she did nearly every night after the sun went down.

"Do you really want to know?" she'd asked.

"Yes. Yes I would. And please...tell me everything, I need to know."

May's smile was reassuring, though sorrowful at the same time. "I met your father a long time ago," she began. "Probably around your age he was, just having entered the army. That was during the BIG war of course, and he was anxious to go over seas and fight for his country. Thankfully the war ended before he was ever shipped over."

"So how did you meet him?" Maggie asked interrupting her, curious more than ever. May laughed, almost blushing as she sat back closing her eyes, remembering.

"Back then, I didn't run a house, I worked in one." 

"You mean a boarding house? Like this one?" Maggie asked.

"No, a different kind of house Maggie. You see, I was a prostitute at the time, or a lady of the evening as I preferred to call myself," she added.

Maggie was shocked. Not so much that May had admitted to being one of "those" kinds of women. But shocked that her father had actually, knowingly gone to her. Even if it was before he'd met and married her mother.

"You mean to tell me that father...and you?"

May smiled. "No, he didn't know it at the time. Back then we working girls didn't actually live at our place of employment. I lived at the same place your father was staying at. Another boarding house not much different than the one I'm running now. We used to go out in the evenings for long walks whenever I wasn't working. And as strange as it may seem, I decided to never tell him what it was I actually did for a living. One evening, we ended back at the house. The old lady who ran the place had left for a few days to attend her sister's funeral. It just so happened that your father and I were the only two people staying, and living there at the time. So it was, we spent the night together. I took his virginity. He of course immediately proposed marriage afterwards. And it was then that I felt like I had to tell him the truth about myself. Which I did. Your father left the following morning. I didn't hear from him again for nearly three years. Then one day, he came through town. I was still a working girl, but I had been trying to save up enough money to get out of the business and buy my own place, a boarding house. He had come back for me. But not in the way I had hoped he would, nor even in the way I had expected. He came through long enough to tell me two things. One, that he'd never forgotten me, and because of that, he'd managed to save up enough money to give to me so that I could buy that boarding house, get out of the life I'd been living."

"And two?" Maggie asked.

"And two, that he had gotten married, and his wife was pregnant. He had no desire to do anything with me, nor did he expect for me to ever pay him back for what he had done for me. But one thing he did ask, which I promised him I would do. And that was, if for any reason he needed a favor from me in return, he would consider that as payment in full for what he had given me. A new life."

Maggie sat back digesting everything that May had told her about her father. She realized then and there that there was so much she didn't know about him or about herself for that matter.

"Am I that favor?" Maggie asked her. Once again May gave her a knowing smile.

"But one in which I accept gladly," she told Maggie. "You see, I found out early on that I would never be able to bare children of my own. It was one of the reasons I never married. Not many men wanted a wife who was barren for one thing. And for the other, no man wanted a woman who had once lived the sort of life that I had either."

"What was it like?" Maggie asked cautiously. "What I mean is...what is it like being with a man anyway?" Now it was May's turn to look surprised.

"How old are you?" she asked again.

Maggie blushed. "Nineteen, Twenty in three months, remember?" 

"Yes, I know. I just wanted to know if you knew how old you were. A lot of women your age are already married by now." May's comment wasn't meant to be stinging, but Maggie heard the implication. She really was way too innocent. "So you mean to tell me, you've never ever been with a man?"

"No! Never!" Maggie exclaimed almost indignantly. Just as quickly blushing as she remembered that day not so long ago when she had witnessed Kathryn and Phillip "fucking" in the barn below her.

Long into the night they spoke. Maggie asked, May answered. Maggie's eyes grew wide as she learned about womanhood, femininity. And more importantly, the pleasures that a man and a woman could enjoy and experience with one another. One thing May did that her father could never do, was answer her personal intimate questions. Perhaps it was one reason why after that episode in the barn her father had decided to bring her here. To find out from an expert. Someone who knew, and who wouldn't feel squeamish or shy about answering her questions. All of them. And as Maggie found out, she had a lot of questions to ask.

#

Maggie soon settled in to her new life. Business was brisk. For the first time in recent memory according to May, it was the first time in a long time that the boarding house was filled. With the threat of war on every radio, every newspaper, enlistments were up. Young men everywhere were either joining the services or thinking about it. As they did, job openings became available. Men from nearly everywhere were coming to town looking for work now that the great depression seemed to finally be over with. As such, Maggie was busy all day long from dawn to dusk. Cleaning rooms, helping with the three guaranteed meals for their guests, Maggie had little if any time for herself any more.

"Maggie?" May had asked her while ironing sheets and bedding one evening just before retiring.

"Yes?"

"We need to go upstairs and make up the bed for our new boarder," she'd told her. "You know, Mr. Peterson. Anyway, I didn't have any fresh linen at the time. Would you mind running these up and making the bed before he starts complaining?" she'd asked.

"Yes May," Maggie said gathering up the freshly laundered, ironed sheets. By the time she had reached his room, he was on his way down to "inquire" about his bedding as he'd told her in the hallway. Maggie had apologized profusely, indicating to him in the hall that she was on her way up when she had stumbled into him. He hadn't scolded her really, in fact, seemed rather polite given the late hour and all. Maggie quickly scurried to his room and began making the bed, hearing him having entered behind her, closing the door as he did.

"You really are a rather beautiful young woman," he had told her. Continuing to make his bed, Maggie didn't turn to face him. She felt her face flush with the compliment, and didn't want him to see her reddened features.

"Thank you," she said simply. "That's very kind of you to say sir. But I am not what they call a 'pretty one'," she stated honestly.

"Ah...but you are!" he assured her with a great deal of confidence. "Do you not see what you have aroused in me?" For the first time, Maggie turned to face him. And when she did, she nearly fainted. 

"Mr. Peterson!" Maggie exclaimed in surprise. "Your, your..."

"Say it!" he demanded from her grinning lustily. "Say it girl! You know what it is!"

It was like déjà vu. Almost trance-like Maggie remembered hearing the words. "Cock, prick, penis."

Maggie stood mesmerized as she saw Mr. Peterson stroking his very hard very erect penis, which he had produced from inside his pants. Maybe she should have run from the room informing May of what he was doing. But she also remembered May telling her that Mr. Peterson had paid full price for the room, and not only that, he had paid ahead for the entire month. May was grateful for his business, as she had really needed the money.

"Well?" he'd asked once again as she stood there staring at him.

"Cock. Prick. Penis," she said in an almost hypnotic monotone.

"Ah. So you do know the words," he'd said lustily. "Do you also know the feel of one? Are you familiar with the pleasures?"

Maggie shook her head, clearing her senses, realizing where all of this was surely leading. "No. I am not!" she stated firmly, turning back around to finish making the bed. "And if you'd please kind sir, put away your...your..."

"My Cock? My Prick? My Penis?" 

Maggie closed her eyes trying to force out the vision of his turgid member as he'd stood there stroking it so brazenly in front of her. The familiar feel of moisture began to gather between her legs, reminding her as vulgarly repulsive as this was, that it was also a tiny bit exciting for her as well.

"Please..." Maggie moaned softly. "I am still as yet a virgin and do not have knowledge of such things," she found herself admitting to him.

"You? Are...are, a virgin?" he said, a soft laugh accompanying the question.

"Yes sir, I am sir!" she said once again turning around to face him. Maggie had half hoped he had indeed put his erection away back inside his pants. But he had not. He was however no longer stroking it, allowing it to merely stand there stiffly pointing at her as though an accusing finger at her secret wantonness.

"I can't very well put it away like this now. Can I?" he questioned. "I must wait for it to go down," he said somewhat casually. Maggie made an effort to brush by him, but he moved over closer to the door standing in front of it. "Of course, if you were to help me with it, it would go down sooner."

"I will tell May that you have so improperly detained me," Maggie warned him finally. Knowing full well that if she were to upset him, he might very well ask for his money back, leaving. Thus hurting her friend and surrogate mother in the process.

Mr. Peterson studied her for a moment, weighing her threat. "Tell you what, how about a tiny little compromise?"

"A compromise?" Maggie ventured. Obviously her threat wasn't being taken too seriously. And she already knew she wouldn't go running off to May about it either, though she did vow to stay away from him as much as possible in the future. Never again allowing herself to be cornered like this. "What would you have me do?" she asked.

Mr. Peterson smiled victoriously, "Rub it for me, until I climax," he told her.

"Rub it? How? I've never done it before," Maggie said honestly, surprised that she would even consider such a thing. 

Once again he began stroking his penis. "Just the way I'm doing now," he informed her. "Do you think you can do that? See? It's not all that difficult. And it feels so much better when someone else does it for you," he added.

Tentatively Maggie reached over replacing his hand with hers. She was surprised at the heat of it, which seemed to be coming through the flesh as she stood there holding him. She tried not to look, but found herself unable to do that, looking directly at his large swollen member as she continued to fondle him, feeling the bulbous head of his blood engorged penis.

"Hmm, yes. That feels nice," he murmured softly to her, almost whispering. "I like the feel of your hand upon me."

"Really?" Maggie asked somewhat surprised. She was a novice at this after all. Having never actually held a man's cock, prick, penis before.

"Yes, really. Now. Start pumping it a little more quickly for me. It will make it feel all the better, as well as making it soon spew all the faster." Maggie began doing as he'd asked her, keeping her eyes glued firmly to the red swollen prick she held in her tiny soft hand. Before she had even realized it, he had reached over cupping one of her firm breasts within his hand, beginning to knead it, caressing it gently. Maggie quit jacking him, stepping away.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"I'm sorry. I simply couldn't help myself. You have very lovely looking breasts. I thought perhaps..."

"Well you thought wrong!" Maggie told him. "Just because I've agreed to rub you off doesn't mean you have any right to touch me!" His amused smile dulled her own anger as she thought about how silly, how stupid that had actually sounded. She laughed. Surprising herself. Seeing the same grin spreading across his face.

"Very well. I promise I won't touch you again unless you should invite me to do so." Looking down at his neglected member, he raised an eyebrow at her without commenting further.

"What should I do with your spendings?" she asked gripping his prick once again.

Reaching up into his jacket pocket, he produced a handkerchief. "Here. Use this when it is time. I will tell you just before I spend. You may wrap it around my shaft just before I climax." 

Maggie dutifully continued pumping his prick, covering it with the hanky when he told her that he was close. As she pumped him into the material, she saw it slicken with his juices, looking up Maggie saw the expression of pleasure upon his face as he smiled in ecstasy as her hand finished bringing him his orgasm. When he was done, she removed the hanky handing it back to him. As she did, he reached into his pocket withdrawing a shiny silver dollar.

"Here, this is for you." 

"Don't take it Maggie!" May said coming into the room. "Or you'll be no different than I was so many years ago."

"May! I'm sorry! I, I...didn't know what else I should do?" Maggie stammered out with a great deal of embarrassment and shame.

May ignored her momentarily, turning to face Mr. Peterson, or Jack as she informally addressed him now. "Jack. Maggie may not actually be my own flesh and blood. But in the future, you will treat her as such. We both know why you're really here. And unless you wish to forfeit that particular little pleasure, you will never again accost Maggie under any circumstances. Now then, do we understand one another?"

Where Maggie stood, she caught a sly almost devilish little smile as the corners of Jack's lips curled almost imperceptibly. "Yes May...I do understand. But understand me as well. I also expect for you to live up to your end of the bargain too!"

Moving towards May, Jack boldly reached up, deftly beginning to undo the ties on her bodice unlacing them as she stood there. "Maggie? Perhaps you'd best leave now," May told her. Maggie nearly did just that, surprised as she took one step, then stopped turning back around to face her new best friend and mentor. 

"May? I told you of my curiosities, my lack of experience and knowledge in such things. Unless you're dead set against my being here, I really would like to see what all the fuss is about first hand." Now it was May's turn to actually look surprised at Maggie's newfound boldness.

Even as Jack continued unlacing May's dress, she stood there studying Maggie's reaction, weighing the possibilities. "I was hardly more than your age when I gave up my precious virginity. I remember thinking that I had wished to have known more about what was happening to me than I did." May paused, considering her thoughts further before continuing. "I've not exactly performed for an audience before Maggie, but under the circumstances, if you wish it...you may stay." May immediately turned towards Jack. "Her presence here does not invite you however to include her in our coupling," she told him sternly. "Maggie is free to observe, even ask questions if she chooses to do so. But she is not here to satisfy any of your male fantasies."

Jack finished unlacing May's top, reaching in as he did to cup one of her firm supple breasts. "If it is her desire to join us at some point, would you not agree it would be her right to chose to do so?" He questioned, kneading her breast softly, toying with her aroused nipple. The catch in May's voice was clear.

"I...guess if it is by her choice, but not yours!" she said regaining control. Once again she turned towards Maggie. "Don't feel as though you need to do anything you're not comfortable in doing Maggie. Whatever that may be. And if you decide to leave at any time, do not think that I nor Jack here will think anything less of you for doing it."

Jack released May's breast stepping back towards the bed. Keeping his eye on Maggie, he began undressing himself, as did May. Maggie felt her face begin to color, determined however not to allow Jack to get the best of her as he continued to remove his clothing. Obviously his intention was to see just how far he could go in embarrassing her perhaps, though she felt by the look and expression on his face he was far more interested in seeing just how aroused she was actually willing to become. More determined now than ever, Maggie steeled herself against the onslaught of his gaze as he finally lowered his trousers removing his briefs, exposing his reawakened member. He brazenly smiled at her as once again his erection even more fully revealed to her, stood stiff, proudly poking from his groin.




Maggie



Maggie had never seen a fully naked man before, especially a fully aroused one. Feeling the familiar tingling of moisture between her legs, she allowed herself the equally brazen, bold approach of staring at him rather than averting her eyes as she felt almost compelled to do. She noticed as she did, that his lines were hard and muscular. For a man of wealth and luxury, "soft" as her father once called men of such riches, he was hardly that. Surprisingly, Jack was lean where a man should be, amazingly muscular where it was expected a man should be as well. By now May had removed all of her clothing, taking the time to neatly fold them, placing them down on a nearby chair as opposed to the hap-hazard discarding of clothing that Jack had more lazily accomplished as he'd disrobed.

Maggie allowed herself a moment of appreciating the differences between them. As aroused as she found herself at actually seeing a naked man for the first time, she was equally pleased to note the softer, more voluptuousness of May's body as it was revealed to her. Though several years older than she was, Maggie found herself almost in awe of May's near perfectly sculptured breasts. Nearly identical in size, there was a sensual maturity in the way they lay suspended against May's chest that gave each a more lusty, sultry look to them as opposed to her own slightly more perky uplifted shape of youth. She found herself wondering, hoping actually that in time, hers would appear more like May's breasts did than the way hers appeared now. Even her slightly lighter areola's, seemed more sensual, more alluring than hers did. And Maggie found herself feeling self conscious about the way she looked.

With a grace born of experience and knowledge May moved fluidly towards the bed, placing herself upon it with out embarrassment or anxiety. Certainly without any fear or apprehension of any kind.

Even more amazingly to her perhaps, Jack didn't pounce upon May as she half expected him to do. With a surprising gentleness he positioned himself upon the bed at her side rather than immediately crawling up between May's vulnerably exposed thighs. Tenderly he embraced May's right breast, sucking the nipple carefully, softly as he teased it with both lips and tongue while Maggie stood there watching him do so.

"Come. Sit here upon the bed next to me," May said patting a spot on the bed indicating where she should sit. "You will be far more comfortable rather than standing the entire time, and...you will have a much better place to observe things if you are here beside me," she added.

It was to both May's as well as Jack's astonished looks however that Maggie first removed her outer dress, revealing her undergarments. And though she made no further effort to remove those, just in the removal of what she had taken off brought a brief smile to not only Jack's face, but to May's expression too. 

"I will be more comfortable dressed like this," Maggie offered by way of explanation as she sat upon the down filled mattress. Jack immediately returned to his explorations of May's breasts, now cupping and kneading them both with his hands while alternating between them, licking and teasing May's nipples to an even greater firmness.

Maggie had never felt the touch of anyone's mouth upon her own breasts of course, curious as to what pleasures and enjoyments May could possibly be experiencing from such an activity. Yet, it was obvious by the look of rapture upon her face that she was. Trying to emulate the sensation perhaps, Maggie quickly reached around undoing the clasp from her own bra, discarding it as carelessly as had Jack when he'd disrobed earlier. Watching as Jack lightly tickled May's hard twin nubbin's of flesh, Maggie wet the tip of one finger with her mouth, placed it upon her own stiff eraser-sized nipple, encircling it as she imagined the sensation of Jack's tongue would be doing to it instead. Maggie had never before actively sought to further arouse herself in this way. Yes, she had touched her breasts before but never purposely attempting to stimulate herself as she was doing now. It felt good in a way. But it was obviously far short of the pleasure May was experiencing by the look on her face.

"Is it truly so different?" Maggie asked wondering. May opened her eyes glancing at Maggie as she continued to finger-fondle her own nipples in imitation to the way Jack's tongue continued to encircle, stab and flick at May's breasts. Seeing that Maggie's breasts were now bare, mere inches away from her face, she spoke to her.

"Come, bring yourself closer to me and I will show you," May said breathlessly.

Maggie struggled briefly with a myriad of emotions. Sitting there almost abstractedly witnessing a very intimate moment between Jack and May had gotten her admittedly aroused as well as curious. "Curious enough?" she wondered. May was after all the closest thing she had to a sister, mother and friend. But could she subject herself to an even greater level of intimacy? With another woman? It was as though time had stood still as the onrush of thought swamped her reasoning. Even as she considered it however, she watched as though going through an out of body experience, finding herself leaning over towards May who patiently waited to see what Maggie would in fact do.

Looking down at herself, Maggie saw May's full lips begin to pucker in anticipation as she leaned forward, unaware as she did that she had cupped her right breast within her own hand, holding it in offering. To which, May accepted it delicately, her warm rich lips encircling the maddened sensitive nubbin of flesh.

"Oh my!" Maggie exclaimed the moment she felt May's lips pull on it. In addition to that initial sensation of sweet teasing gentleness, Maggie felt what seemed like a surge of electrical current streaking through her body in a millisecond, manifesting itself in another, even greater feeling between her legs. "Good heavens!" she added a second later.

"You like that huh?" May asked.

"Oh. Yes!" Maggie exclaimed eyes wide open in total and complete wonder as May continued tonguing her extended tit. "I never realized..."

"Not quite the same is it?" May stated, Maggie's nipple still softly, lightly held between her lips as she spoke.

"As...as what?" Maggie questioned back, her mind having become slightly disoriented as she succumbed to the unbelievable pleasure she was experiencing.

"Licking it yourself silly." Maggie's eyes opened even wider as she looked down into May's. 

"I've never done that," she replied honestly watching as May once again encircled her tit, nipping it gently.

"Never? You've never even thought about doing that to yourself?"

"No, why would I?" she questioned back just as innocently and truthfully. May laughed.

"You really do have a lot to discover don't you?" It was a rhetorical question but Maggie nodded her head in the affirmative once again feeling a second surge of pleasured ecstasy sting the nodule of nerves quivering between her rapidly moistening split. 

"May?"

"Yes Maggie."

"Why am I feeling what you're doing...down there," she asked. "I mean, I'm feeling it there too, you know? My nipples... But I'm also feeling it, well you know, inside myself."

"You mean you're enjoying the way it makes your clitoris feel?" May asked.

"My what?"

May actually pushed Jack up placing herself in a sitting position. She was looking at her with astonishment. "Do you not know what a clitoris is?" Even Jack was looking at her with amusements clearly etched in his face. 

"No. Should I?" Jack laughed unable to keep himself from doing so.

"It's not funny Jack," May said pushing him completely away from herself now. He quit laughing, but his smile was even broader than before.

Positioned as she was, May allowed her legs to open widely, obscenely. Maggie was surprised at her display, showing herself so revealingly as she did with Jack watching it all with abject amusement. "Come here Maggie. Look at me." Maggie looked, allowing her gaze to be directed to where May was obviously indicating. She had reached down, spreading herself a part with her own hands which in turn caused Maggie to flush profusely as she realized in that moment not only what it was she was doing, but what it was that May was wanting her to more closely look at. "Trust me Maggie. You need to learn more about yourself. Let me show you what I mean."

Maggie scooted a little closer on the bed until she had a fairly unobstructed view of what May was indeed trying to show her, exposing for her as she purposely dug her fingers into her outer lips, parting them, revealing the tiny soft looking pearl of glistening flesh that stood at the apex of her hair-lined furrow.

"That's a...a clitoris?" Maggie asked, her voice quivering.

"Yes Maggie. Such a tiny thing that is so very capable of causing a woman to experience so much pleasure."

"Pleasure? How?" Once again May looked at her, almost in shock this time. "Tell me Maggie...have you never?"

"Never what?"

"Experienced an orgasm, you know, that extreme delirious pleasure that sends your mind spinning, heart soaring, body convulsing?"

Maggie thought back to the tiny little pinprick of a tingle she had given herself when she had so accidentally caressed herself with her finger. "I don't know. Maybe?"

"Oh my. You never have, have you?" May exclaimed in knowing bewilderment. "Which means, you've never masturbated have you?"

It became obvious that Maggie had no knowledge of that particular word either. Her look was confused, bewildered.

"Go over to the dresser and hand me that mirror," May told her. Maggie stood up from the bed, reached the dresser and returned with the mirror, handing it to her.

"Remove your underwear," she said in as comforting a voice as possible. Even with Jack sitting there quietly watching as well as listening to all this, Maggie did as she was told to do. Only slightly embarrassed as she revealed herself entirely, especially with a man sitting there only a few feet away. Maggie stood next to the bed looking down at her friend. May swiveled herself around placing her feet down upon the floor directly in front of her. "Now, spread your legs a little Maggie."

Awkwardly she did so. 

"A little wider Maggie," May gently said coaxing her. "That's better. Now, reach down with your hands spread yourself a part a little for me," she further coaxed. With trembling nervous hands, she did. May positioned the mirror slightly upwards at an angle. "Can you see?"

"Ah, yes," Maggie stated in an equally quivering voice.

"It's alright Maggie, I know you're nervous. That's ok. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. I'm here to help you. You believe that don't you?" May asked.

"Yes May."

"That's better. Now then, what do you see? Can you see yourself? Completely?" Maggie looked. Looked again. Without thinking she grasped her reddened blood engorged lips pulling them a part even wider. The same small pearly looking button of flesh stood out proudly almost winking at her.

"Is...is that it?" she wondered aloud. "My...my clit, my um, ah..."

"Clitoris. Yes Maggie. Or clit, clitty if you prefer."

"I like clitty," Jack said from the other side of the room. Maggie was momentarily distracted, quickly closing her legs together upon realizing that he was staring at her just as curiously as she was doing to herself.

"Never mind him Maggie. Listen to me. And as for you Jack, be quiet or we can finish this up alone, without your continued presence here!" she warned him. For once, Jack did exactly as he was told to do. He wasn't about to miss any of this for anything.

May had Maggie spread her legs repositioning the mirror as she did. Maggie was surprised to see May reach over at that moment and gingerly place the tip of one finger just barely inside the warmth of her folds. It was as though an electric shock had coursed through her, and she trembled. Withdrawing her finger May looked at it smiling at the slick lubrications that coated the tip. Reaching towards her again, she placed the end of her finger directly against that pink bit of flesh, lightly caressing it, using the lubrication to allow it to more smoothly glide over the surface. Maggie's knee's buckled and she nearly went down.

"Easy Maggie, easy. Here, balance yourself, hold onto my shoulder while I do this for you." Setting aside the mirror, she waited for Maggie to do as she'd asked. Maggie braced herself, one hand on either of May's shoulders. "Spread your legs just a little more for me," she instructed. And again, Maggie did so. Keeping her eyes closed, she heard as well as sensed movement as Jack came around to sit down beside May on the bed. She opened her eyes briefly to confirm that, seeing a cautionary look from May towards him as he settled down next to her. "Remember what I told you," she more whispered than spoke at him. A moment later, Maggie felt the gentle delicate touch of May's finger upon her as she once again began to caress her "Clitoris!" Maggie near screamed inside her head.

"Just allow yourself to concentrate on what I'm doing, what it feels like," May urged her. Maggie did so, feeling the exquisite slow gentle stroking of her flesh. As May continued to touch her, she felt sensations she had never known before, engulfing her. She was amazed, if not somewhat alarmed at the intensity of which she felt, how so small, so simple a tiny thing as this "clitoris", she allowed herself to outwardly moan as May's finger continued the wonderful delicate dance upon it's slippery smooth surface.

"Yes Maggie, Clitoris," she confirmed having heard her actually speak the word a moment a go. "How it is feeling?" she asked after a momentary pause. "Are you enjoying what I am doing to you?" 

"Yes! Yes! Oh yes May, yes!" Maggie was surprised at her own boldness, whatever inhibitions she may have known were melting away as ice-cream having fallen from it's cone onto a hot sidewalk. Fact was, it was almost painfully ticklish. Weak-kneed, her pussy tingling like it had never done before, and feeling better at this very moment than she ever had, simply added to her overall confusion. Somewhere inside her, some inner voice kept screaming at her that she shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was. Especially at the hands of another woman! Maggie struggled with her inner self, on the verge of actually speaking out, saying something when May unexpectedly increased the incredible manipulations of her clit.

"Hmm, now then...how does that feel Maggie? Isn't that even better? I rather like it myself," she said as her finger flew rapidly back and forth across the smooth slippery flesh of her clit. 

She didn't even realize what she was doing, but as she stood there, her knees threatening to buckle at any moment, her nipples aflame with a tingling that threatened to make her go mad. And a "clitoris" that was rapidly becoming the greatest invention since radio, Maggie dug her hands deeply into May's shoulders hanging on for dear life.

"That's it Maggie...feel it, feel it, feel it girl!" she continued to urge her. And then Maggie did feel it. Felt something anyway. Much like a runaway freight train heading towards her. As her heart began to palpitate wildly, every nerve ending that existed seemed to begin to short circuit. Light-headed, feeling faint, Maggie worried briefly that something was wrong. Nearly bolting from the room at that moment, she was about to do just that when a gigantic tidal wave of pleasure seized her from the inside out. As it gripped her in a fiery cosmic embrace, she felt herself succumbing to it, felt the train crashing head on in an explosion of such magnitude that she heard a scream somewhere off in the distance. Realizing as she did, that it was a woman's scream, her scream. As a thousand tiny pulsating fragments of light filled her head, spiraling her away into the night, Maggie gave herself over to the pleasure becoming the darkness that encompassed her.

#

Maggie woke. Alone, naked, lying in her own bed. Tendrils of sunlight poked their fingers through the blinds of her bedroom window alerting her to the fact that it was morning. Early morning. Her mind was still foggy; she struggled with the memory of what had happened the night before. "How did I get here?" she wondered briefly. She vaguely recalled standing before May by the side of the bed. The sudden onrush of extreme satisfying pleasure, and then nothing. Only blackness. With her thoughts suddenly beginning to clear, she remembered how May had touched her. "There!" she thought reaching down between her legs, gingerly, tentatively touching the same spot that May had. At first she felt only the familiar tingling she had caused herself when she had last, almost accidentally touched herself. Determined however, Maggie continued to lightly caress herself; feeling as she did the sudden intensified sensations that she had felt May give to her the night before.

"Oh good. You're up!" May said from the doorway. "How are you feeling?" Maggie had been concentrating so hard on the delicious sensations between her legs that she hadn't even heard her bedroom door opening, or realized that May was standing there until she had spoken. With her legs spread as they were, the sheets partially raised, upon hearing the sound of May's voice Maggie immediately closed her legs together. But it was already too late; May knew by her sudden reaction what it was she'd been doing.

"Feels good doesn't it?" May smiled while saying, approaching the bed, sitting down. Maggie felt her face flush with embarrassment, evading May's question by asking one.

"What happened last night anyway?"

May began running her fingers through Maggie's long dark hair effectively smoothing a few of the tangles from her sleep. "You fainted," May said simply. "Though if I remember right, I think I did too the first time I had an orgasm."

"That's an orgasm? That's what its like? Every time?" In her excitement and enthusiasm to try and comprehend what had happened to her, she had sat up in her bed forgetting she was still naked for the moment, asking question after question from May without waiting for an answer to any of them. "What happened to me after I fainted? How'd I get back in my room anyway?"

"Whoa!" May said, finally stopping her, smiling broadly. "One question at a time here!"

"Oh. I'm sorry May, I'm still a little bit confused about everything I guess."

"That's ok honey, I know you have a lot of questions on your mind. Lets see, your first question. Yes, that was an orgasm, or at least I hope it was. Otherwise there really is something wrong with you," she said outwardly chuckling now. "It's been a very long time since I've seen anyone climax like that, but you sure did kiddo." Maggie realized in sitting up she had revealed her breasts fully to May's gaze. But under the circumstances, it seemed a little silly to worry about covering herself up now.

"Does it feel like that every time?" she asked, waiting for May to answer her this time.

"No. Not every time. But a lot of the time, yes. And as to what happened to you after you fainted, well...Jack stood up catching you just before you collapsed. Once we were both assured you had merely fainted, he carried you into your room where I then covered you leaving you to sleep."

"Oh," Maggie said simply trying to remember. "Nothing else happened?" she asked curiously.

"I assume you're asking about Jack. No, nothing else happened. Not that he didn't wish it as he told me later. Watching the two of us, watching you climax for the first time certainly had him rather amorous. Which I can honestly tell you I was the benefactor of after we returned to his room." Now Maggie saw that May was actually blushing slightly.

"Is Jack angry with me?" 

May gave her a puzzled look. "Why would he be angry?"




Maggie



"For showing him just how naive I really am," Maggie stated as though it made perfect sense to her.

"Oh Maggie. You truly are an innocent delight, do you know that?" May said laughing lightly. "I'm going to enjoy teaching you about pleasure," she added a moment later, much more seriously as she spoke. "Last night was your first lesson. And now, I think it would be most appropriate to give you your second." May pulled down the sheet the rest of the way, revealing Maggie's nude form entirely. To May's initial surprise, Maggie didn't respond negatively or even act as though she was embarrassed by the sudden revelation of her nakedness. If anything she appeared excitedly enthusiastic.

"Are you going to do that to me again?" she asked hopefully.

"No. But you are," May said. "But don't worry, I'll help you and teach you how."

"You will?" By way of an answer May quickly slipped in behind Maggie spreading her own legs so that Maggie could more comfortably lean back against her. As she did, May began softly caressing her breasts toying with her already aroused nipples and began to tell her exactly what it was she wanted her to do.

The sound of May's soothing voice as she described each and every sensation she was giving herself in intimate detail was incredibly exciting enough. But as her fingers explored, probed and teased her aroused "clitty" as Maggie had decided to call it, the pleasure she felt while May continued talking to her was enhanced ten fold.

After a fairly lengthy amount of time and tender instruction, Maggie began to sense the familiar sensations she'd experienced the night before just moments before the pleasure had seized her, overwhelming her senses. "I think it's going to happen again," she stated breathlessly. "I can feel it beginning to start, just like it did last time."

"Good. Keep going Maggie. Let it happen, let the sensation come to you just like it did, but don't fight it this time, simply let it happen." Seconds later, it did.

"Oh god...May!" Maggie squealed in delight as she felt the first powerful constrictions tighten inside. But unlike before, she didn't faint from the pleasure this time, riding it out until the comforting warmth of an almost soothing, cleansing sensation began to take over from the more intense one she'd just experienced. May had continued to fondle her, talking to her softly and urging her on. Now, even May's gentle caress slowed in perfect harmony with the afterglow that she found herself basking in.

Several minutes later after she had more fully recovered she turned to her asking. "May? Can we do that again? Soon?" Once again May chuckled delightedly.

"Later. Much later. Right now we have breakfast to prepare for our guests and plenty of other chores to be done as well. But. If you get everything done, and done well. Then perhaps later we'll have another lesson or two."

"Or two?" Maggie said jumping up out of bed smiling excitedly.

"Like I said. We'll see. Now you'd best hurry and get yourself dressed. We have a busy day ahead of us. A very busy day!"

#

With as many guests as who were staying, Maggie found very little time for herself the entire day. Long after the guests had been fed their evening meal, May caught up with her just as she was changing the bedding in the last room.

"When you're done, and after you've had a bath, come to Jack's room." She'd said almost conspiratorially. May left before Maggie could say anything to her.

"I wonder what she has planned?" she asked herself, a small smile spreading across her face as she continued to think about it. With renewed vigor, Maggie quickly finished making the bed in preparation for a nights sleep, and then hurried down the hallway to the bathroom hoping that none of the other guests had it currently occupied. She'd only have ten minutes anyway as that was the house rule. As such, she'd begun washing herself, almost ready to rinse before there was more than a couple of inches of water in the tub.

Having dressed only in a simple nightshirt with nothing on beneath it, Maggie made her way down the hall heading towards the stairs, which led to the upper bedrooms. Passing by the parlor, Maggie noticed only one or two guests gathered around listening to the radio. Neither of them noticed her as she rounded the corner taking the stairs two at a time as quietly as it was possible for her to do. Jack's room was the furthest down the hall, conveniently just across from May's room. Hers was the master suite, and as such, the biggest bedroom in the entire boarding house. Maggie approached Jacks door, stopping and listening quietly for any sounds. Hearing nothing, she knocked anyway.

"Come!" she heard Jack call to her from inside the room. Maggie tried the knob on the door, for some reason surprised when it turned, opening. Why she had expected it to be locked she wasn't sure. Even more surprising, the room was dark except for the single soft glow of a burning candle on the nightstand. It took barely an instant for her eyes to adjust to the much dimmer lighting. When they did, she got the surprise of her life. Jack was naked, lying atop the bed. May was equally so though kneeling over him. But what she hadn't anticipated seeing, was that May had Jack's penis inside her mouth!

"Quickly. Close the door!" Jack admonished her. Suddenly aware that she had been standing half in and half out of the room, Maggie stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Maggie looked over towards May who was only then sitting back up though still holding on to Jack's very turgid erection.

"You ready for another lesson?" she asked. Maggie nodded her head yes though barely perceptible as she did. "Then come over to the bed Maggie. It's time you learned about orally pleasuring someone. After which, we'll teach you what it's like to be orally pleasured."

"Is that...is that what you were doing to Jack? With your mouth?" she asked nervously. 

"Yes, it's called fellatio. Now, watch me for a few minutes, and then you try it." May stated.

"Fellation?" Maggie asked quizzically.

"No, fellatio. It's a French word, fellatus, meaning to suck, or to give oral stimulation of the penis," May instructed.

"Is there a word for, for orally pleasuring a woman?" 

"She learns pretty fast doesn't she?" Jack said joining in. 

"You have no idea!" May stated almost proudly. "You should have seen our young pupil here this morning!"

"May!" Maggie almost shouted blushing furiously as she recalled the intimate moment she had shared with May just that morning.

"Oh Maggie, my dear sweet innocent Maggie. Sex is not a dirty subject to speak only secretly of, with whispers and hidden meanings. It is a pleasure to be enjoyed, shared. Certainly expressed with laughter, gaiety and a desire to experience the ultimate thrills and satisfactions. I know how much you loved, and miss your father. But Maggie, listen to me. As much as I admired your father, and as much as I know that you loved him, he had a lot to learn about loving a woman, or allowing himself to be loved by a woman. I think he came to understand that Maggie. Which I believe is the main reason why he eventually brought you here to live with me."

May's words rang true. Maggie had already arrived at that same conclusion herself quite some time ago. Knowing full well what May had been at one time, her father also knew with her then recent experience, that out of all the people, Doctor's included, it was May he had taken her to meet and live with.

"Anyway, to answer your question. Yes. The oral pleasuring, stimulation if you will of a woman's vulva, is again a form of a French word. Cunnilingus. But for the moment Maggie, lets first learn and come to understand the oral pleasuring of a man first before we get ahead of ourselves. Shall we?" Again Maggie nodded her head in understanding. "Good. Now watch what I do."

May began licking, gently nibbling as well as sucking on Jack's stiff swollen prick. Maggie saw how she seemed to pay homage to it, devoting herself entirely to this unselfish act. She saw by Jack's expression that whatever it felt like, it was truly pleasurable and enjoyable to him. But even more surprisingly to her, she saw also by May's expressions that she was enjoying it almost as much as Jack was.

"Is it as enjoyable to do as to have done?" Maggie asked honestly. May smiled around the hard prick she continued sucking, stopping momentarily to turn to Maggie answering her question.

"It is...as long as you do so with your heart as well as your mind and soul," she told her. "Many would not find it to be so Maggie. And it is for those women who do not place themselves in a giving, loving frame of mind, that they truly miss the ecstasy and beauty that can be expressed, shared, by so intimate of an act. And so might I add, the reverse is also true. Jack?" May said looking up at him.

"Oh yes, yes of course," he commented. "I truly do enjoy eating pussy," he said throwing in.

"Pussy?"

"Jack, you really are incorrigible you know that? It's another term for a woman's vagina Maggie."

"Oh!" Maggie said finding the word a bit odd to describe that particular part of her body. May saw and understood her temporary confusion. "This morning, what you did to yourself was called masturbation. Remember, we discussed that. But it's also known in a far less formal way as petting. So if you think about it Maggie, this morning, you were petting your pussy. Now then, is that an easier way to understand it?" This time Maggie laughed as she considered the obvious similarities.

"Oh yes May. I do! I do! That makes far more sense to me now."

"Good. Now then, enough verbal instruction for the moment. It's your turn to see if you can provide Jack the same physical emotional pleasure that I was giving him."

Maggie hesitated only for a moment. Truth be told, she was anxious, even excitedly aroused to learn how to do this the same way that May had been doing it. "Like this?" Maggie said drawing Jack's cock into her mouth.

"Easy!" Jack stated almost immediately. "Not quite so hard. At first anyway," he finished grinning at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Maggie said apologetically. 

"That's ok, it didn't really hurt, you just took me a little by surprise is all," he said easing her concerns.

"Softly Maggie," May once again instructed. "Imagine if you will an ice cream cone. Holding it in your hand, and the way that you enjoyed licking it, tasting the flavors and pleasure that it gave to you in doing so." Maggie licked. Softly. "Yes, that's it Maggie. Much, much better."

"Oh. I'll say!" Jack added once again laying back closing his eyes. "Good god May, she really is a quick study isn't she?"

Hearing Jack's approval as well as May's compliment of her quickly learned ability, Maggie indeed found herself enjoying the sensations, taste, as well as the incredible feel of Jack's firmness as she continued to experiment with his penis. 

"Oh that's it baby! That's it!" Jack stated gripping her head pressing her even more rapidly up and down on his prick as she continued mouthing, sucking it.

"Ah Jack...maybe you'd better not," May began. But it was already too late for caution. Maggie felt the warmth of his spending filling her mouth. At first she gagged, feeling as though she might drown as his emissions continued filling her throat, blocking her airway. 

Seeing Maggie's momentary panic, May quickly calmed her. "Think of the ice cream Maggie, swallow it as though it were ice cream. Simply open your throat, allow the warm sweet fluid to slide down. Trust me in this child...trust me." As Maggie listened to her mentor, the panic subsided and she quickly began doing exactly as May had instructed her to. Even as Jack continued spraying the inside of her mouth with his thick creamy essence, Maggie learned how easy it really was to perform this particular aspect of orally pleasuring a man.

"Bravo Maggie! Bravo!" Jack said a few minutes later. "Why, I don't think that May could have done that any better herself!" he said admiringly. And for the first time in a very, very long time. Maggie felt truly good about herself. Glad that she had been able to please someone so wonderfully, so intimately.

"And now Maggie. I think since you have proven yourself quite capable at performing fellatio. That it is only fitting, and fair that our Jack here introduce you to the fine art of cunnilingus. Don't you agree Jack?" May said turning to face him. Jack was already grinning most wickedly.

"Oh my yes May. Indeed. I so do look forward to deflowering this delicate young creature with my tongue."

May helped Maggie to remove her simple shift, laying her back down upon the bed. And, as she had done earlier that morning, May positioned herself in such a way that Maggie was once again laying between her legs, allowing May to again have access in caressing her soft pliant breasts.

If Maggie had thought the touch of May's finger, or even her own had been wonderfully pleasurable, as Jack began to titillate her sweet nubbin of flesh, Maggie's eyes popped open in wonder and surprise at the almost too sweet intensity that began to immediately devour her. "Oh fuck!" Maggie exclaimed. "Oh god! I'm sorry! I didn't mean...."

Both May as well as Jack were laughing. "Isn't it a wonderful thing to find oneself so over come with passion and desire, that we forget ourselves in such a wonderfully uninhibited way?" May stated. "Oh fuck! Is a most beautiful way to state the obvious Maggie. Never let yourself feel it to be otherwise."

"Oh fuck then!" Maggie said once again, tensing up at the sheer pleasure that Jack began bringing to her with his fluttering tongue and wet wicked lips as he sucked in her labia, kissing them, teasing them, driving her once again to that same plateau of ecstasy that she had so enjoyed earlier last evening.

As though in a dream, Maggie could just hear voices speaking out to her, though as far away, somewhere behind her, perhaps ahead. It mattered not. The pleasure was too great as she felt herself falling, listening to the far away voices.

"I think she's fainted once again," she last heard someone saying.

Unlike the previous evening, when Maggie awoke this time she found herself lying next to May. Jack was on top of her and it was obvious they were making love.

"She's back with us," Jack stated casually.

"How was it?" May asked in a very excited breath as she did, obviously feeling the intensity of their coupling.

"Wonderful!" Maggie exclaimed rolling onto her side facing them. "Are you fucking?" she asked.

Jack bellowed out a loud roaring laugh. "Holy shit May, this girl really is something isn't she?"

"I don't think the word something is quite what I'd use to describe her at the moment. More like randy perhaps," she agreed laughing along with him though far more quietly. "And yes Maggie, he is fucking me, and quite nicely so in fact. Would you like to actually get a closer view so that you can better understand just exactly what is happening?"

"Oh yes May, I would. I really, really would! Another lesson then?"

"Well yes, and no," May responded. "I think it's a bit early for you for any hands on experience here. But I think it will do you a world of good to see and become familiar with the mechanics of what we're doing here."

"Good grief May. Mechanics? Can you make this any more clinically detached for the poor girl?"

"What would you rather have me say?" May asked him teasingly.

"How about, I'm fucking my prick inside your cunt," he said vulgarly.

"Cunt?" Maggie questioned.

"Never mind Maggie," May told her. "Just another word for a vagina."

"Oh." Maggie said. "Actually, I rather liked the other one...pussy," she responded gaily. 

"That makes two of us," May said grunting in pleasure as Jack increased their tempo.

"Hmm, well then make that three of us. As I surely do enjoy fucking this pussy!"

"May I see?" Maggie asked bending over closer to actually try and obtain a better view of what was actually taking place. Jack purposely withdrew nearly his full length from May's pussy. In doing so, May herself began explaining to Maggie what it was he was doing, and in affect, where and how his prick was actually entering her and stimulating her.

"I really would like to experience that," Maggie hopefully requested.

"You will Maggie. But not tonight. You are a virgin, remember? There are a few things we need to do to prepare you for that first."

"Such as?" she asked, still hoping.

"Now is not the time to get into it," May stated a bit more sternly than she might otherwise have spoken to her. "If you were to attempt this now, tonight. The potential for it being far more painful than it should be might very well cause you to distrust the act, as well as the pleasures that it will eventually bring you. Patience Maggie. Patience. Now, watch and learn."

Trusting May implicitly, Maggie did just that. And as she watched, she did learn. She found their coupling to be extremely erotic, very sensual. Even listening to the soft moans and groans that Jack and May shared together, added a whole new level of understanding and enjoyment to the experience. Maggie felt the familiar moisture gathering between her legs as she lay there beside the two of them, enjoying it as Jack's firm beautifully shaped penis continued to slip in and out of May's equally wet "pussy". Maggie thought to herself.

"Go ahead Maggie," May told her as though reading her mind. "Just because you won't be experiencing this particular pleasure this evening, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the one I taught you this morning." 

Without thought to Jack's being there, Maggie quickly slipped a finger down between her legs, quickly locating that very special sensitive button that she had so wonderfully learned to pleasure that very morning.

"Oh," Maggie said, allowing the one worded pleasure to escape her lips as she felt that very special tingling sensation begin as she continued frigging herself.

"Oh what?" Jack asked teasingly.

"Oh. Fuck," Maggie quipped, enjoying the naughtiness of their unspoken game.

"You'll ruin her with your teasings," May warned Jack. "Keep it up, and no one will ever know her for the innocent she truly is." 

"And you would have it otherwise?" he asked her. "Or you Maggie?" He looked turning towards her.

"Fuck no. And besides, I think it's far too late for that now," Maggie said, twirling her clit unabashedly, legs spread obscenely wide purposely giving both May as well as Jack a very good look at her red, swollen very puffy lips.

"You really are incorrigible Jack. And now I'm afraid, so is she!" Maggie continued to watch them, frigging her "clitty" and enjoying the sensation of it every bit as much as enjoying the fact that May and Jack both glanced at her from time to time, watching her pleasuring herself.

"Will he cum soon?" she asked.

"I'm fairly certain," May stated, already having sensed Jack's sudden increase as he began thrusting into her a bit more steadily indicating to her as he had in the past that he was reaching his pleasure.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. Will he throw his semen into you, or no?" May laughed nearly as loudly as Jack had earlier. Jack's tempo slowed, as he was now aware of a renewed conversation taking place between them.

"It's a reasonable question May," Jack stated having taken interest. Jack felt May's pussy tighten, clenching about his prick. "Be nice Jack, or I'll bring you off here and now," she warned him. Turning back to face Maggie, she answered.

"It is entirely appropriate for a woman to expect the man to remove himself prior to ejaculation. Doing so upon her belly, unless he has of course been invited to do otherwise. Beforehand," she added carefully. "Obviously there is the concern for pregnancy of course, if one chooses not to use protection. And don't ask me about what that means now either!" Maggie had been about to do just that when May obviously saw the question forming on her lips. "In my case obviously, as I am incapable of having children, it is of no moment. In your case however, you should always ensure that your lover deposits his spunk upon your belly rather than inside your womb. Unless as I've already mentioned, you are using other means of protection to guard against becoming with child."




Maggie



"So. You still haven't answered my question. Was he planning on spilling upon your belly, or within you?" she asked again.

"You'd like to see it I suppose?" May stated.

Maggie nodded her head. "Yes May, I would. I would very much like to see it," she told her expectantly.

"Very well then. Jack. Whenever you're ready. Pull it out and squirt on me so that Maggie can see how it is that your prick throws your pleasures."

Fascinated, Maggie sat there watching his penis spewing streamer after streamer of white sticky fluid onto the dark thatch of pubic hair between May's legs several minutes later. Even before he had finished his ejaculations, Maggie reached over with her finger dipping it in one long line of cum that stretched from her pussy all the way to her naval and began playing with it.

"Hmm, certainly is an interesting bit of excitement isn't it?" she asked innocently.

"I think we've created a monster May," Jack said. 

"For once, I think you might be right Jack," May responded, watching as Maggie sat there rubbing his lubrications upon each of her nipples. 

#

With Thanksgiving only a few days away, things had been hectic around the boarding house. So much so, that there hadn't been time to do much of anything else except for preparing meals and cleaning rooms. Most often Maggie fell into bed, exhausted from her day's labors, as did every one else, including May who also seemed to be struggling of late with a very severe cold. One by one however most of their guests began to travel off in differing directions, to spend the holiday with family or friends. For the first time since her arrival, Maggie found herself with free time on her hands, and a renewed interest in furthering her lessons. Even Jack had commitments, which required that he be gone over the holiday though he had promised to return by the following weekend. That had left only two other boarders at present, one an elderly woman who had lived at the house for several years now, more of a permanent resident than a guest. And the other a young woman not all that much older than Maggie who'd arrived just a few days previous in search of work.

"After you've delivered the breakfast tray to Mrs. Gails room, come back to my room." May had told Maggie. "We've fallen behind in your lessons," she'd added with a mysterious wink. Dutifully, Maggie had scurried from the kitchen with a bowl of fruit and dry toast, just as the elderly woman had requested. Normally she tried to spend a little time with each of the guests getting to know them better, and in some cases, as it was with Mrs. Gail, just spending a few moments of companionship. On this particular morning however, Maggie was in more than a hurry to return to May's bedroom. She was headed down the hallway towards May's room at the far end of the hallway when she passed by the bath just as the younger woman who'd recently arrived opened the door poking her head out.

"Oh good," she stated startling Maggie for a moment. "I was hoping to take a bath, but there aren't any fresh towels in the bathroom." Maggie silently chastised herself. She'd forgotten to get any earlier in her haste to return to May's room.

"I'm sorry. I'll go immediately downstairs and get some for you," she'd told her, turning in an instant, running. A few minutes later she returned with the towels, heard the water running in the bath and knocked on the door.

"Come in." she heard the young woman bid her to do.

Maggie turned the knob on the door stepping into the steamy bathroom. The younger woman had just finished removing her garters and stockings turning to face her in the nude before stepping down into the bath. Maggie found herself staring at her for a moment, not really meaning to, but stunned by the woman's near flawless body.

"Here are your towels," she stated setting them down on the cupboard next to the sink. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked buying time just so she could look at her a moment longer, appreciating her obvious beauty. "By the way, my name's Maggie." 

"Lucille," the young woman said in return introducing herself. "But friends call me Lucy," she added. "And yes, if you would. It's been days since I've had a bath, and I'd appreciate it if you could help me wash my hair." Torn between wanting to hurry off to May's room for another lesson, or spending a few more moments at least with Lucy, Maggie decided that a short time longer here wouldn't hurt. May would no doubt realize that she had been detained, which she could explain sufficiently a little later.

"I'd be glad to," Maggie offered.

Lucy had blonde hair almost white, which was pinned in a tight bun at the back of her head. "Here, let me help you with those," Maggie offered reaching up to allow her long hair to settle down more comfortably upon the woman's shoulders as she removed the hairpins. As she did, she glanced briefly at Lucy's much smaller, yet still very firm breasts. Each was capped with a pale pink smallish nipple, though they had puckered considerably upon her having entered the bath. To her embarrassment, Maggie saw that Lucy had caught her staring at them.

"Is something wrong?" Lucy asked.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. I was just admiring your breasts," Maggie said honestly. "You have beautiful breasts, and I don't think I've ever seen a prettier color of nipple," she'd said innocently.

"Thank you," Lucy responded smiling at her. "It's been a long time since anyone has told me that. But I'm sure that yours are equally pretty." 

"Oh no, they're not. At least I don't think they are!" Maggie exclaimed. "Not as pretty as yours are at least."

"Oh? Well then, show them and I will see for myself," Lucy responded. Maggie had become far more comfortable with herself in the past few days. And besides, having another woman merely asking to see her breasts didn't constitute any sort of a liaison or interest in her as far as Maggie was concerned. It was after all a simple request. Though actually showing her wasn't. Maggie realized immediately it would be far easier to remove her shift as opposed to try and struggle out of it from the top down. Seeing her dilemma, Lucy helped Maggie to make up her mind about it.

"Why don't you simply remove it? Then I can see you much easier that way." In agreement with her, Maggie stood and simply pulled the shift she was wearing up and over her head. She hadn't worn a bra in anticipation of heading to May's room for her lesson, so uncovering herself was done quickly and easily.

"See?" she said standing before Lucy in nothing more than her panties. "They really aren't as pretty as yours are." Maggie looked down, examining herself. As Maggie did have much larger, fuller breasts than Lucy, her darker, considerably larger areolas seemed even more enhanced as they stood out upon the tip of each tit. As she remained, even with the hot steam of the bathroom surrounding her, she felt each of her nipples puckering tightly causing them to grow erect as Lucy continued to sit there gazing at her.

"They're darling Maggie!" Lucy said simply. "Come here and sit down on the edge of the tub so that I might kiss them." Even Lucy's request seemed more like a compliment, an admiration rather than a seduction. So Maggie moved over sitting down so that she could. Almost immediately Maggie felt the sweet surge of arousal course through her as Lucy gingerly wrapped her soft lips around the hardened nipple of one breast, while simultaneously feeling Lucy's hand reach up cupping the other.

"Oh, hmm," Maggie allowed herself to breathe, the mumblings of her pleasure louder than she might have thought them to be as suddenly a knock came upon the bathroom door, moments later.

"Maggie? Are you in there? A bath wasn't necessary before beginning another lesson," she heard May teasingly tell her through the door.

"I am May," Maggie responded immediately. "I came to deliver fresh towels to Lucy." There was a momentary pause before Maggie heard May do anything. When she did, it was the sound of the door opening.

Though not necessarily surprised by what she discovered as she entered, she did however cast a curious look towards both women as she stepped in closing the door behind her.

"I see you've met our new boarder," May said walking over to the toilet, seating herself.

"Hello May," Lucy spoke first. "I asked Maggie if she wouldn't mind helping me wash my hair after having brought me fresh towels."

Once again May remained silent as she sat there looking at the two women. It wasn't exactly an awkward silence, but Maggie couldn't help but wonder about the sudden tension that seemed to fill the atmosphere of the room.

"I once knew Lucy's mother," May stated suddenly. Maggie glanced towards Lucy but didn't see any sign that this was news to her either. She had of course seen May and Lucy conversing for a considerable amount of time after her arrival and merely assumed they had been discussing her stay. "Her mother and I once worked together," she added after a moment more of silence.

Maggie's eyes raised in comprehension as she remembered what it was May used to do for a living.

"Mother thought I should look May up to see if she could help me land a job someplace," Lucy said. "And though mother knew May was no longer in the business, she hoped that she might still know a few people who might be willing to help me without taking undue advantage of me." 

"How old are you anyway?" Maggie asked.

"Twenty two."

Hardly much older than she was herself, Maggie couldn't even begin to imagine actually wanting to become a "Lady of the evening," as May had called her self. Knowing that May had once worked in that profession was far different than doing so now by her way of thinking.

"Is there really that much money in it?" Maggie asked curiously.

"There can be if you get to know the right people," Lucy said thoughtfully. "Anyway, the water's beginning to grow cold now and I really could use the help in washing my hair."

To both Lucy and Maggie's surprise, May stood up beginning to unlace the front of her dress. "Might as well help as long as I'm here," she said. "And I don't feel like getting my dress wet," she added as she quickly finished removing it.

Together they quickly washed Lucy's long blonde hair. As soon as they had finished, Maggie figured that she and May would immediately retreat back to her bedroom, which in a way they did, but not before May had invited Lucy to join them.

"If you're interested," she'd begun. "I'm instructing Maggie in the art of pleasure. As we have a bit of time ahead of us before we need to worry about doing anything, I was planning on doing so now. As I said, if you'd care to join us, I'm sure that Maggie might find your participation as well as my own quite stimulating." Maggie was surprised when Lucy immediately accepted.

"I'd love to!" she'd indicated stepping out of the bath to dry her self. "Just before you came in, I had been in fact telling Maggie just how beautiful I thought her breasts looked. And now, I find myself equally as anxious to see yours." May gave Lucy a demure smile. "Bring Lucy to my room dear," she said addressing Maggie. "As soon as the two of you are done here." May quickly left after having gathered her dress taking it with her rather than putting it back on again.

"Just how innocent of a woman are you?" Lucy asked curiously.

"Very," Maggie responded blushing. "But May has been kind enough to show me several things already."

"Hmm, I'll bet she has," Lucy said chuckling. "From what my mother told me about her, May was one of the best. The very best." Maggie didn't respond verbally to that, but she silently found herself agreeing. From what she had experienced with her so far, she had no doubt as to May's sensuality and open mindedness. "I wonder what lesson she has for you today?" Lucy questioned.

"I don't know, but I think she mentioned something about helping me so that when I finally do lose my virginity, it won't be nearly as unpleasant as it could be."

"You mean to tell me you're still a virgin?" Lucy said in honest surprise.

"Yes, yes I am," Maggie answered.

"Well then, let us hurry to her room. I'm very interested myself in what lesson she would have for you to learn this day."

Minutes later the two of them headed down the hallway towards May's bedroom and for Maggie, what would end up being one of the most sensual afternoon's she had ever spent, and would forever more remember.

#

Like May, neither of them had bothered dressing. By the time they had reached May's bedroom, she was already naked, lying on the bed waiting for them.

"Come, sit down next to me on the bed Maggie. I think it's time for you to learn about the inside of yourself as much as you've discovered about the outside of your femininity. And, I think having the two of us here to compare things with will give you an even better understanding, as well as the subtle differences between women." At May's direction, both were soon as naked as she was, Maggie sitting beside her with Lucy having pulled one of May's dressing chairs closer to the side of the bed facing them both.

By now there was very little that May could do to surprise her. Even as they sat talking in medical terms, even "mechanical" as Jack had referred to them, Maggie found herself becoming more and more aroused the longer they continued to sit there. After a time however, Maggie noticed that May had unabashedly begun stroking herself, inserting one and then eventually two fingers inside her vagina.

"Do so yourself," she told Lucy who'd been watching just as wonderingly amazed as Maggie had first been when being around her in the beginning. "Make yourself accepting so that when I instruct Maggie to touch the inside of you, she can do so without unpleasant friction."

As May had more required of her, rather than suggesting, Lucy began doing just that. She wasn't necessarily uncomfortable frigging herself in front of someone; she had in fact done so quite often with an old school chum of hers several years passed. But it had been a while since she had so openly fondled herself in this manner.

"Maggie, come now and kneel down on the floor in front of me." Maggie did so looking up at May expectantly for further direction. "Now then, give me your hand." Maggie gave it to her, felt May's soft smooth grasp as she gently folded all of her fingers except one, her middle finger. "Ease it into me," she told her, showing her how to do so, palm up as Maggie knelt on the floor before her slipping the tip of her finger barely inside May's pussy until she was herself more confident as to what she was doing.

"Yes, that's it. Now slip it inside me fully and let it rest inside for a moment. I will tell you what to do, and what it is you are feeling as you do it." 

Maggie continued to listen carefully to May's instructions, finding herself even more aroused than she had been but a few minutes ago as she caressed the warm soft places inside May's pussy. 

"That's good. Now, I want you to do the exact same things to Lucy's that you have done to mine so that you can discover both the differences as well as the similarities."

Maggie merely spun around on her heels now facing Lucy who was sitting with one leg casually thrown over the arm of the chair, thus even more fully exposing, opening herself than the position in which May had been in. The first thing Maggie noticed before she'd even touched her with her finger was the elongated puffy-looking lips of Lucy's labia in comparison to either May's or her own. From behind, she could hear the smile in May's tone of voice as she spoke.

"Ah yes Maggie. Some women have larger lips, some smaller. It is one of those subtle differences in women. And, much like the size of a man's penis, it doesn't matter as much as to the length as you will one day learn, as much as what he knows what to do with what it is that he has."

Lucy giggled.

"I'm not so sure about that May. I've known a few men whose pricks have been considerably larger than most. And from them I have derived a great deal of pleasure as opposed to those with much smaller less randier tools."

"And there again the differences Maggie," May stated. "Some prefer men with much larger pricks, though for myself, I much rather prefer a slimmer shaped one for my preferences. But, as Lucy's indicated, given time I am sure you will discover for yourself your own particular likes or dislikes in various men's equipment."

Maggie slipped her finger inside Lucy's quim more deeply, performing the same exploratory search of the secrets contained, comparing them to those she'd discovered whilst doing the same with May's pussy.

"What differences are you discovering?" May asked expectantly after a moment longer.

"She seems perhaps a bit tighter, though not as smooth it would seem," Maggie said with a determined almost far away look as she looked inwardly at the sensations she was discovering. "She's as wet as you are I think, quite slippery actually. A nice sensation that reminds me a little of body oil or lotion of some sort."

Continuing to explore Lucy's pussy with her finger, May instructed her to insert another so as to discover the elasticity of a woman's ability to expand around the girth of a man's prick as well as be able to accept his obvious length. She did so, eliciting a soft mewling moan of pleasure from Lucy as she sought to insert two, then three fingers.

"Is my doing this bringing you pleasure?" she asked.

"Very much so," Lucy responded, it pulls down upon my clit. My lips, as you do that, it pulls them down so that my clitoris is caressed lovingly so."

"I like touching my clitty now too," Maggie admitted a second later. "I've been frigging myself near each morning upon awakening. It is such a nice way to begin one's day don't you think?"

"Every day?" Lucy asked somewhat surprised. Behind her May was laughing.

"Jack and I have already agreed on one point, which is, we truly have created a monster, though a rather beautiful looking one I might add."

"As would I," Lucy said in agreement, sighing. "And, she is bringing me a considerable amount of pleasure at the moment. I would so enjoy spending myself upon her hand if it is agreeable with you both?" she asked, moaning audibly.

"Please do," May informed her. "As I would like very much to watch her do that to you while doing so to myself." May began masturbating, frigging her clit with one hand while inserting first one, and then two fingers inside herself with the other. Maggie on the other hand wondrously spent her time looking back and forth between the two, enjoying the expressions on both of their faces. Lucy's as she sought and explored various new ways to touch or move her fingers within or upon her. Which included taking Lucy's long stretchy labia, pulling them apart, albeit gently as she did, and in so doing, adding a different kind of pleasure to Lucy as she knelt before her. Watching May, Maggie saw the years of practiced experience behind her aroused expressions. She knew in watching her that May strummed her own split with the perfection of an artist who was comfortable with a particular, familiar instrument being played. 

"Will you spend for me Lucy?" Maggie was smiling, her arousal most apparent, quickly fingering her own nipple, delighting in the hardness of it that greeted her.

"If you'd like," Lucy responded. "It does feel rather nice what you're doing to me."

"I'd enjoy feeling that," Maggie admitted continuing to frig Lucy's pussy, toying with her taut nipple simultaneously.

"It would also be good for you to experience it Maggie, to feel with your fingers, so you can sense her climatic clenchings when she does spend. I will soon be ready myself, so after Lucy has reached her pleasure, you can once again compare mine to hers."




Maggie



Lucy in the meantime had begun panting, softly grunting as Maggie continued frigging her clit gently all the while slipping two firm fingers in and out of Lucy's wet, very slippery passage.

"Is she close?" May questioned continuing to work her own fingers in and out of her self.

"I'm very," Lucy answered for her. "Just...keep...doing...THAT!" Lucy let out a low deep-throated elongated moan of ecstasy as her orgasm claimed her. Maggie increased both the pressure as well as the speed of her rapidly twirling finger upon the surface of Lucy's nubbin until she could no longer stand the exquisite sensitivity any longer. "Enough! Enough!" she begged closing her legs tightly together effectively forcing Maggie to withdraw her fingers. "Oh God, enough!" she said one last final time shivering pleasurably.

"I'm upon it now too Maggie. Hurry! Come to me!" In a flash Maggie returned to kneel before May, quickly replacing May's hand and fingers with her own. May was even wetter than Lucy had been, her lubrications already pooling just inside the entrance of her cunt beginning to leak out in small tiny little rivulets than began running down the inside of her thighs.

"Fuck me with your fingers Maggie!" May called out to her excitedly. "Frig me hard!" she demanded.

To her surprise, Maggie had not only inserted two fingers easily, but three! May's cunt was stretched tightly about them, but the ease of penetration was continual as she pumped nearly her entire hand in and out of May's split in a furious manner.

"Fuck me baby fuck me!" May cried out pleasurably. Maggie felt a sudden surge of fluid begin to bathe her hand. The force of which, caused a fine misty spray of May's release to begin worming its way through the few small openings that her fingers had not closed off completely. May groaned even more loudly than Lucy had as Maggie actually did feel the force of her contractions, convulsions, and even more intimately, the pearly essence of her juices as they slipped through the openings of her hand, entirely covering it as May came.

Reverently, Maggie waited for both women to more fully recover. When they did, May leaned over cupping Maggie's chin drawing her mouth upwards towards her own. May kissed her briefly though tenderly. "Time for your lesson," she said softly.

#

May had positioned Maggie comfortably upon the bed. Without really be asked to do so, Lucy had joined them lying beside her tracing intricate unseen patterns across Maggie's breasts, occasionally stopping to linger a finger atop one of her nipples teasing it to an even firmer tautness.

"That feels nice," Maggie cooed. "I enjoy the touch of your fingers upon my breasts.

"I enjoy touching, caressing them," Lucy responded. "You have such lovely breasts, I wish mine were as pretty as yours are. Don't you think she has pretty breasts May?" Lucy questioned, gently squeezing them both, entrapping Maggie's nipples between her outstretched fingers.

"Yes, she has lovely breasts. Breasts that men will yearn to lick, suck and kiss one day," May added, leaning over to capture one of Maggie's nipples between her lips, giving it a gentle quick suck.

May had been casually petting her pussy, stroking it in long caressing strokes with the palm of her hand, barely dipping a finger now and again inside the wet furrow of her split. And as Maggie considered it, enjoying the light soothing caress, she was almost was purring too!

"I'm going to begin to stretch, loosening your hymen," she told her several minutes later. "Just relax, allow yourself to feel it without tensing up." Maggie felt the tip of May's finger probing her, not at all uncomfortably as she had first feared it. She noticed that May continually read the expressions on her face for any sign of discomfort.

"That's good Maggie. Very good. Continue to relax."

May probed her a little deeper, pressing against the tightened strip of flesh that barred further passage into her inner reachings. A small stab of discomfort was felt between her legs, but almost immediately went away.

"That's it Maggie, very good. Lucy, why don't you suck Maggie's breasts? I think she would enjoy that for one thing, and for another, it will help her to relax even more as I do this."

More than happy to be doing so, Lucy immediately captured one of Maggie's thickened, very sensitive nubs between her lips and began pulling on it gently. Likewise, with the same subtle gentleness, her finger teased, toyed and caressed her other nipple, causing in it a similar, yet different series of electrical thrills, which coursed through her body once again tingling the pearly nubbin of her sex.

Maggie felt a slight discomfort, more of a pressure really, as May continued to massage her, ensuring as she did that Maggie continued to lubricate herself making the deep caress all the easier to bear.

"You're doing wonderfully Maggie!" May complimented her. "In fact, you're doing so well that I think we can take this a small step further," she said confidently. "Lucy? Would you do me a small favor please, and hand me that hairbrush off my nightstand."

Maggie had no clue as to what Maggie needed, or required the hairbrush for. But Lucy certainly seemed to understand the request, actually smiling at her a bit wickedly as she rolled out of bed to retrieve it before scurrying back to bed almost as quickly. "Here you are May," Lucy said handing her the brush. More curious now to watch rather than suck either of her nipples, Lucy did at least continue to play with them rolling the hardened tips between her fingers as she sat looking on while May prepared the handle of the brush. May had already opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Having removed some sort of jar from the bedside, Maggie watched as May began coating the handle of the brush with Vaseline.

"Don't watch what I'm doing Maggie," she told her. "Just lay back, continue to relax, and try and concentrate on the good sensations you'll soon be feeling." 

Maggie did as she was instructed to do, opening her legs considerably wider at May's direction. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the teasing little pleasures of each one of her nipples as Lucy continued to stimulate them. Seconds later, she felt the foreign sensation of the brush handle as May began sliding it up and down her slit, an experience that was oddly arousing as she'd not quite expected it to feel nearly as good as it did. There was a brief moment of grimacing discomfort, and then it too went away nearly as rapidly as before.

"I think that is enough for today," May said removing the brush handle. Almost fearful she hadn't done as well as she'd hoped, Maggie sat up worriedly.

"Are you sure May? It didn't hurt hardly at all," she assured her. "I'm know I can do even better," she promised anxiously.

May laughed. "Dear sweet innocent child that you are. Trust me, you have gone far further than I did just now. In the morning you will be slightly tender, but that is to be expected. And, when you do wake, do not go to frigging yourself off immediately, but take this brush and cream and use it upon yourself until you again feel the discomfort and can no longer tolerate it. When you have, then put it away for the time being, frig yourself to pleasure. Then come and see me. Agreed?"

"Yes May," Maggie said figuring the lesson to be over with. May laughed.

"Now, lay back, and I will bring your pleasure with my tongue," she told her.

Excitedly, Maggie did just that.

#

In the morning Maggie did indeed find herself to be slightly tender. But as instructed, she dutifully applied the Vaseline using the handle of the brush to press inwards against herself as May had directed her to do. When the discomfort became more than she could tolerate, she removed the brush handle setting it aside and began to more comfortably stroke her "clitty" chasing away whatever pain had remained within her in moments. After her climax, she dressed heading swiftly down the hallway up the stairs to May's bedroom.

Taking a brief moment to examine her, May once again had her lay down on the bed, seconds later, she brought her to a second even greater climax with her tongue and fingers as she probed her, slipping a portion of them inside Maggie's sex, all the while continuing to suck and lick her extended tender clitoris.

After Maggie had regained her senses, May handed her a long smooth ivory sculpture of some sort.

"What's this?" Maggie asked fondling the beautiful looking piece as she turned it over and over in her hands while examining it.

"A dildo," May told her. "Something, that when your truly ready, I will use on you to more fully pleasure you with, but even more importantly, it will ensure that your first time with a man will be virtually painless."

"When?" Maggie asked enthusiastically.

"Perhaps the day after tomorrow," she indicated. "We'll see. It depends on your progress tomorrow. And, as you'll discover, you may be even tenderer tomorrow morning, or perhaps even this afternoon. So if you cannot go much beyond what you managed to accomplish today, it may be one or more days longer than that."

Without saying as much, Maggie was determined that she wouldn't disappoint May, "Tenderness or no," she thought silently, realizing as she thought about it that Thanksgiving was only two days away now. "And very appropriately so," she added to that thought, so very thankful at the moment that her father had brought her to May in order that she might begin a new life.

Maggie had hoped to spend part of the day with Lucy. She'd become very fond of her in the short time that she had come to know her. As she soon learned from May however, Lucy had taken the train into San Antonio to look up a woman whose name May had given her to see. With very little else to do to occupy her time, Maggie spent the remainder of the day cleaning while May had gone to buy a few groceries. She had just finished dusting and sweeping off the stairs when a young man in an army uniform suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" she asked feeling a bit embarrassed about the way she currently looked as she'd been busy cleaning, not having bothered to worry too much about her appearance as she hadn't had plans to do anything today but clean.

"I'm looking for a room for a couple of days," he said putting his duffle bag down, removing his hat folding it and then tucking it neatly inside his belt. "Been home on leave just out of boot camp," he told her proudly. "Stopped by to visit a friend for a few days but found out he left a few weeks ago having joined the Marines. Now I'm stuck here for a couple of days before my plane's scheduled to fly me into California, and then on to Hawaii where I'll be stationed."

"My. You're quite the talker aren't you?" Maggie said running her fingers through her gnarled hair in some attempt to try and make herself a little more presentable.

"Sorry miss," he said. "I do tend to run off at the mouth at times whenever I'm nervous. My buddies call me lips, cause my lips always seem to be moving," he continued explaining.

Maggie couldn't help suppress a giggle. "Why are you so nervous?" she asked feeling color in her cheeks begin to spread, adding just as quickly, "And what is your real name anyway? Mine's Maggie." When she finished, she realized she'd spoken nearly as quickly as he had, causing him to laugh at her.

"Maybe they should call you lips. And besides, yours are far prettier than mine are."

"Oh? You think you have pretty lips do you?" Maggie said with a straight face, immediately causing the soldier to blush and quit laughing in the same instant.

"Oh no mam!" he said. "I mean your lips are pretty. Not mine!" he stammered obviously flustered as he stood shuffling his feet nervously.

"I'm not a mam," Maggie told him. "I'm still a virgin so it's miss." Maggie had no idea why she'd told him that. It had simply come out before she'd had time to think about it. But she laughed once again when she saw how his face really had turned crimson this time.

"Yes mam, I mean miss," he said looking down at his feet rather than her face now. "William," he said a moment later.

"William?"

"Yes. You asked what my real name is. It's William. William Benjamin Roberts to be exact. Though my friends call me Bill."

"I thought your friends called you Lips," Maggie retorted back at him.

"My army friends. My other friends call me Bill."

"Well, since I'm not in the army, guess I'll just have to call you Bill though I actually do prefer the name William," Maggie said smiling. "Oh, and we do have an available room, but I'm not the one in charge here. That would be May. She should be back anytime however, so you're welcome to wait and speak with her when she returns."

"That would be nice. Thank you."

Lips continued to stand there rocking back and forth on his heels, fidgeting uncomfortably. Maggie merely watched him doing so, slightly amused at his discomfort, remaining silent as she continued staring at him. After a moment longer she decided to let him off the hook.

"Would you like to come in to the parlor and wait?" she asked.

"Yes. Yes I would, thank you," he said looking a little more relieved not to simply continue standing there looking foolish. Maggie showed him to the parlor offering him a seat.

"Would you like something to drink?" 

"Oh. No ma...I mean miss. I'm fine. Thank you."

"Lot of service guys around the last few days," Maggie said after a few minutes of silence had passed between them. "Big army base somewhere near here I guess. A lot of guys have been coming through, lots of talk about the possibility of war coming. Is that why you joined?" Maggie shifted in her seat, knowing full well as she did that her braless breasts pushed even more tightly against the work-shift she was wearing. Maggie saw Bill's eyes as they followed her movement, quickly shifting away as he caught her eyes, looking embarrassed as he spoke.

"Sort of I guess. Have a brother who's in the Navy. He's off somewhere in the Atlantic. Already seen some action against the Nazi's too. Though he's not supposed to talk about it, especially since we're not really at war against them yet. Everyone seems to think we will be soon though. Which is one of the reasons I signed up."

"How come the Army and not the Navy?" she asked. "Like your brother?"

"Can't swim."

Maggie laughed at his simple honesty. "Can't either," she said looking at him, noticing perhaps for the first time how truly handsome he really was as he sat there in his dress uniform.

"Maggie?" You around?" She heard May calling out to her from the kitchen. "I could use some help with the groceries."

"Be right there May!" Maggie responded bouncing up.

"Need some help?" Lips asked.

"Sure, why not. Besides, it's a sure fire way to get yourself a room for the next few days too." Though William, Bill, Lips thought it was because he'd offered to be helpful perhaps, Maggie had actually been thinking as soon as May saw how handsome he truly was, it would be because of that rather than the other. 

Following Maggie out to the kitchen and then outback to May's car, Maggie introduced them explaining to her everything he had already spoken to her about.

"Well, we have plenty of room at the moment," May said eyeing him just as Maggie suspected that she might. "And since you're in the service, I'll only charge you half for the room," she told him appreciatively. "But it doesn't include room service for your meals. For that you pay extra, or you come downstairs to eat with everyone else," she added. Delighted with the price of his stay, May directed Maggie to show him which of the rooms upstairs he'd be sleeping in.

"When you're done Maggie. Come to my room, it's time for another lesson." Maggie was shocked that May would actually refer to that at this particular moment, and then saw the teasing look on her face, knowing full well she had done it on purpose.

"Unless of course you've already practiced this morning," she said still grinning.

"Yes mam. I have," Maggie said mimicking Lips in addressing her.

"Well then, never mind. Feel free to do whatever you'd like until suppertime then. And William? I hope you enjoy your stay with us." 

#

Maggie spent the better part of the afternoon reading a book that Lucy had loaned her. Enthralled that someone could have actually written a book filled with so much sex, she found herself devouring it. She had gone outside to sit in the sunshine, relax and let her imagination take her away as she read when she heard a familiar voice addressing her.

"What're you reading?" Lips asked. Only slightly startled, Maggie placed the book down in her lap looking up at him, surprised to find Lips standing there in civilian clothing as opposed to his uniform.

"Lady Chatterly's Lover," she told him. "Ever heard of it?" 

"Nope. What's it about?"

Maggie had only gotten halfway through the book but she began telling him about it, explaining in fairly intimate detail about the story.

"You're kidding!" Lips said. "It actually says that?"

"Yeah, see for yourself," Maggie said opening the book, pointing to a particular paragraph. "Pretty naughty stuff huh?"

"Wow. I'll say!" Lips said continuing to read it as she sat there holding the book. "Who gave it to you anyway?" 

"Oh. Lucy. She's staying here too. But she's currently in San Antonio seeing someone about a job. Should be back soon though. I think you'd really like her."

"I like you," Lips said quietly.

Maggie closed the book smiling at him. "That's the book talking," she said easily. 

"What?"

"Saying you like me. The book. It's making you randy is all. Though admittedly, it makes me feel that way too." 

Flustered, Lips looked at her with an amazed expression on his face as understanding seized him. "No. Honest, it's not the book. I really do like you!" he stammered.

Maggie glanced at his crotch saw the obvious bulge protruding inside his trousers. "Oh really?" she said, stunning him by reaching out to actually cup the hardness that lay just beneath the surface of the material. Maggie continued to caress him making the bulge grow even more prominently.

"Maggie!" he said placing his hand over hers. "You don't have to do that. I was serious. I really do like you. And I wasn't just saying that because of some naughty book we've been looking at either!"

"Well. I like you too," Maggie stated though she made no effort to take her hand away from him. "But like I said, the book's made me randy too. And I'm not afraid to admit it." 

"Didn't you tell me something about being a virgin earlier?" Lips asked, by way of back peddling.

"Yeah. I am. Doesn't mean I don't think about it though, or wonder what it will be like when I'm not a virgin anymore," she told him. "Don't you want to save it for marriage?" he asked seriously. "For your husband?"

"Are you kidding?" Maggie asked him back just as seriously. "Marry someone without knowing if they're really good in bed or not? No way!"

Stunned into momentary silence Lips just sat there staring at her. "You really are different aren't you?"

"That's what they tell me," Maggie said with a snicker, seeing the confused look on Williams's face having said that. "May and Jack. Oh, which reminds me, you might still be here when he returns too. Anyway, May and Jack have been teaching me a lot of things about sex, said that in some ways they've created a monster. Who knows, maybe they have. But all I know is, I'm looking forward to being with a man, and soon too. I certainly have no desire saving it for my wedding night. And besides, I'm nowhere's near ready to get married anyway. But I'm certainly ready to find out what it's like to be with a man. Which reminds me, I wanted to ask you something," she said, only then realizing she'd been running off at the mouth without allowing him a word in edge-wise.




Maggie



"Go ahead," Lips said, giving in exasperated.

"So how many women have you been with?" she asked boldly. Lips had been facing her, now he looked away as though having spotted something moving off in the distance.

"None," he said a second or two later. "I'm a virgin too."

Maggie squeezed him gently reminding him she still had her hand on him. "If you'd like, come up to my room later after everyone's gone to bed. I'll show you what I've learned so far," she told him seriously.

"Really? You're serious?"

"Yes really. Now. Let me see you." Maggie began pulling down the zipper on his pants.

"Here? Now?" 

"Yeah, kinda naughty to think about it isn't it? And that probably is the book talking," Maggie added as she reached inside drawing him out. "Oh my. You're even bigger than Jack is!" Maggie exclaimed a second later as she held his stiff erect penis within her hand. "Wait until May sees this one!"

"What?" 

Maggie didn't answer him, and he didn't ask her what she'd meant by that either. She was too busy sucking him at the moment to respond. Lips in turn, too blown away by the incredible sensation Maggie was giving him to think clearly about it any further as her delicate mouth began sucking him in, licking the shaft of his penis in way's that Lips had only heard spoken of in boastful barrack's joking amongst his Army buddies.

# Maggie had completely sucked Lip's prick off, swallowing his semen expertly, leaving him panting, astonished, as well as madly in love with her.

"See you later tonight?" she asked standing up just as May called out to her from the back door asking her to come in and help with the preparations for dinner.

"When?" Lips asked with an obvious tremble to his voice.

"I'll let you know after dinner," she told him turning and running now. "Coming May!" 

#

Normally Maggie ate her supper in the kitchen away from the rest of the guests. Mrs. Gail had already eaten her supper as usual in her room. Lucy had returned just shortly before dinner was ready which had excitedly pleased Maggie as well as May and so it was that May had decided it appropriate for the four of them to sup together in the dinner room.

May had gotten Lips, though she preferred calling him by his given name, "William" when she addressed him, to talk about himself as well as a little about where it was he was headed.

"Well, I'm headed to California," he'd begun. "Supposed to catch another flight outside of Los Angeles, and from there over to Hawaii. Some Army airbase called Hickam Field I think it is."

"Sounds exciting," Lucy offered as she sat listening.

"Sorta, I guess," William stated. "I mean, it will be kinda fun being stationed in Hawaii. But it's sure as hell, oh, pardon me for my language." William blushed suddenly feeling embarrassed.

May smiled. "Don't worry about it William. Trust me, I've heard worse. Far worse. Anyway, you were saying?"

"Ah, well yeah. Anyway, it's a hell of a way away from where the real wars taking place." William then repeated to everyone how it was that his brother was in the Navy and on board an old World War I destroyer somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. 

"Well personally, I'm glad we're not in another damn war," May said seriously. "Too many young men get killed that way. Better off if we mind our own business and stay out of it as far as I'm concerned." 

"Why don't we change the subject?" Maggie suggested.

"Good idea," Lucy said joining in. "Which reminds me, how's the book coming?"

Almost immediately William's face deepened with embarrassment as he turned to face Maggie hoping against hope that she wouldn't say anything. To his horror however, she did.

"Oh it's wonderful!" she exclaimed happily. "William and I were reading parts of it together earlier today outback. It really is rather naughty isn't it?" she asked.

Seeing Williams obvious discomfort May immediately pounced on that. "And what did you think about the book William. Anything you read about interest you?"

For a moment he couldn't think of a single thing he could possibly say, made even worse a moment or two later when Maggie made it virtually impossible for him to even think.

"William has an even bigger cock that Jack does," Maggie said simply.

"Oh really?" May said eyeing him with renewed interest. "And what else did the two of you do today?" she asked smiling, looking directly at William as she did.

"I told him that you'd probably like to see it later," Maggie stated just as easily.

"Maggie!" William said nearly shouting her name almost rising from the table when he did. "I doubt seriously she's at all interested in my....my...."

"Cock?" Lucy said joining in, finishing his sentence also smiling, and also curious herself now as well.

"Actually. I would," May said casually. "And perhaps, it's time for another lesson Maggie. Maybe one in which William here might be willing to help us with."

Standing up May held out her hand towards Maggie. "Come Maggie. Lucy? Would you mind stopping by the parlor and getting the Brandy?" May turned back around to face William who had stood when May had, but who had as not yet taken a step, bewilderment and surprise clearly etched deep within his face.

"Coming William?" Lucy said smiling now, holding out her hand towards him to follow her. "I think you could use a brandy." William nodded his head finally taking a step, but not exactly sure as yet where any of this was leading.

"See the two of you upstairs in a few minutes," May said understanding as Lucy led William off towards the parlor. Lucy winked nodding back at her.

"Why isn't he coming with us?" Maggie asked May.

"Lucy's going to help him steady his nerves a little. And by the looks of him, I think he's going to need it." Moments later Maggie and May entered her bedroom.

"What sort of lesson?" Maggie asked her finally. "I think, the big one!" May answered. "But before I can know for sure, we need to have a look at you before William and Lucy return. So hurry up and get undressed Maggie. I want to see how well you've been doing." As instructed, Maggie immediately removed her clothing climbing up onto the bed. Without even being asked, she placed herself, legs spread so that May could have a much closer look at her recent progress.

"Ah. Very good Maggie. I think this won't be nearly as bad for you as it could have been. Provided you're ready that is." 

"I think I am." 

"Not good enough Maggie. You either are or you aren't. If you're not ready, then no harm done, and we can all still have a little fun when the two of them get up here. But. If you are ready, really ready. Then tonight, you'll finally find out what it means to be a woman in every sense of the word."

"I am ready May. I know I am," Maggie spoke with confidence. May began removing her clothing at that point. If we're both naked when he gets here, chances are he'll quickly get over whatever nervousness or anxiety he has remaining. Seeing us together might even get him aroused a little more quickly. And we're going to need to ensure he is that if we're to succeed tonight," she told her.

"Ok. But this time, let me go down on you May," Maggie told her. 

"Tell you what Maggie, let's be doing one another by the time they come into the room. Shall we?" May positioned herself on the bottom as Maggie turned herself around on top facing the opposite way. 

"Think he'll enjoy seeing us like this May?" Maggie asked a bit apprehensively. May chuckled openly.

"Trust me Maggie. I haven't met a man yet who wouldn't."

#

It was still thirty minutes before either of them heard a soft knocking on May's bedroom door.

"Come in!" May said calling out to them. Though the door opened it took a minute longer for either of them to actually enter the room. When they did, it was only because Lucy had finally gotten impatient and shoved William into the room ahead of her. Though Lucy wasn't at all surprised to see what they were doing, William was, nearly spinning around and leaving the room altogether. Lucy however had half expected him to do just that, closing the door and standing in front of it baring his way.

"Maybe I was wrong after all," May said. "Sit up Maggie. I think we need to have a little chat with 'Lips' here," she said calling him by his nickname for the first time.

"Listen May. I'm not sure what it is the three of you are up to here, but I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable, with whatever it is!" William finally said screwing up his courage.

"Oh really?" May began, standing up allowing Lips to get a really good look at her voluptuous body for the first time. "You mean to tell me that you're actually considering turning down three women? Three women who are more than willing to do anything you want them to do? Three women who will show you, hell...give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine? And on top of all that, an innocent...." May turned looking at Maggie. "Well, an almost innocent woman," she said amending her statement, "Who is willing to give you her virginity right here and now? You're telling me you're actually willing to pass all that up?"

Lucy stepped away from the door giving him the opportunity to leave if he so chose to do so.

"Well, no," he said finally. "I guess not."

"Ah huh," May said smiling. "Told you," she whispered quietly back at Maggie who merely smiled.

"But! Do both of you have to be here when I, I mean when we do it?" he asked hopefully.

"William," May said reverting back to his more formal name, thus letting him know as she did that it was time for seriousness once again. "You may have the honor of deflowering Maggie here with an audience, or not at all. Either one, your choice. But trust me honey, if you do stay, I promise you that you will have an experience to share with your Army buddies that they will never be willing to believe. But I'll go you one even better. We'll all write you a nice long naughty letter to take with you so that you'll be able to prove to your friends that you're not simply bullshitting them. Now, how does that sound to you?"

Two seconds later, Lips began removing his clothing.

"Holy shit Maggie. You weren't lying about his prick where you?" May said when Lip's had eventually finished getting undressed. "And it's not even all that hard yet either!" she exclaimed in amazement. "You sure that you want to go through with this? He might be even bigger than the dildo I was going to use to deflower you with!"

"Excuse me?" Lips asked. "Dildo? You were going to do what to her?"

"I'm sure," Maggie stated with total assurance, ignoring Williams obvious confusion. 

"Never mind Lips. Come over here so we can see just how hard you can get!" she said with a great deal of wanton lustiness. Lucy was hurriedly undressing herself at the same time.

"Don't forget about me!" she said fearfully. "I want to have a little fun with that myself!" All but ripping her clothing off so as not to be left out.

Lips soon found himself being pulled down to the bed, though he went willingly this time. Almost immediately he felt his prick being licked, tickled and sucked by two eager pairs of lips. Lucy was licking up and down along one side of his rapidly lengthening, thickening shaft while May did the same to the other side. Curiously he lay there watching them, then turning to find Maggie cautiously concerned for her reaction to what the two women were doing to him. Maggie sat next to him on the bed smiling at him, running her fingers lightly over his chest.

"Enjoy yourself," she said smiling. "You're with two very experienced women here," she added. "And besides, it's making me quite randy watching them. And as you'll soon be fucking me anyway, I think the randier I get, the easier it will be for me don't you think?"

Hearing this not quite so innocent woman actually say the word "fuck" surprised him more than just a little bit. But as the overwhelming pleasure of the two women who continued licking and sucking his prick took over whatever inhibitions he still might have had, he merely settled back onto the bed saying the same word he'd just heard Maggie use.

"Oh, fuck!"

"That's better!" May said laughing softly. "Now you're getting into it!"

#

It hadn't taken long, not very long at all before Lips was as hard as a rock and as randy as he had ever been.

"I think he's just about ready don't you May?" Lucy asked. 

"More than," she replied back. "What about you Maggie, you ready for this?" Maggie didn't even hesitate, emulating May's words.

"More than," she said already positioning herself flat on her back upon the bed spreading her legs suggestively, going so far as to actually spread her opening much to Williams embarrassed surprise.

"Nobody's going to fucking believe this," Lips stated once again.

"Like I promised, we'll write you some letters...really, really long naughty letters," May said with a promising tease.

"They probably won't believe them either," William said. But he was grinning as he'd said it, feeling rather proud at the moment of his more than ready erection as May began positioning him between Maggie's outstretched legs.

"One thing," May told him seriously. "Follow my instructions and directions to the letter. If you don't, I'll stop this immediately regardless of what you want, or even what Maggie wants. Understood?" she asked in no uncertain terms.

"I understand May," he told her, believing her threat.

"Ok then. I'll tell you what and when to do something. Don't worry about Maggie; she's been practicing for this already. You haven't. And as I recall, you're even more inexperienced at this than she is. So, let me do most of the work myself initially. You just place yourself over her and let me tell you what to do until I tell you to do otherwise. Understood?" she asked again. This time William merely nodded his head "yes" at her.

William felt May place her hand firmly around the shaft of his penis guiding it towards the opening of Maggie's pussy. For several long moments she merely rubbed the head of his prick up and down Maggie's furrow, slickening his prick while ensuring that Maggie's free flowing juices were very much in abundance as she did it. The very act itself was arousing to them both however, and for a moment May worried that William might ejaculate prematurely.

"How's that feeling?" she asked Maggie.

"Nice May. Very nice," Maggie told her excitedly. "And how about you William? You're not ready to cum already are you now?"

William was all but holding his breath. "No..." he said with less assurance than May would have liked. "But if you keep doing that," he left off saying.

"Ok William, I want you to begin to ease yourself into her vagina. But the moment Maggie feels any discomfort; I want her to tell us immediately. When she does, you stop. Don't withdraw yourself from her though, stay exactly where you are. Don't attempt to push inside her any further, but don't withdraw yourself from her any either. Maggie? Did you understand all that? Maggie responded with a nod of her head.

"Good. Lucy? Why don't you come up here on the bed next to her and begin playing with her breasts. She likes that, and I think it will help keep her mind off things until William finally gets his prick all nice and comfy inside her."

More than willing to do just that, Lucy quickly jumped up onto the bed and began playing with Maggie's tits. "Oh yeah. That's going to help...a lot!" Maggie said cheerfully as she lay there enjoying the feeling of Lucy's mouth upon her. "Ok, I think I'm ready now May."

"Ok William, like I said. Slowly, and stop the moment Maggie tells you too."

Maggie felt a bit of pressure as William began easing his rather large penis into her. At first, it was slightly discomforting, but no more than the handle of her hairbrush had been when she'd first felt it attempting to enter her. Maggie concentrated more fully on the erotic little thrills that Lucy was supplying to her breasts, which detracted considerably from the ever-increasing force of pressure upon her pussy.

"Beautiful Maggie!" May exclaimed as she knelt down on the side of the bed with her face mere inches away from the joining between them. "You're doing great!" she said urging her, as well as complimenting her as well as Lips on their efforts. "That's it William. Slowly. Nice and slow now."

Eventually things did reach a point where it was beginning to hurt just a little more than Maggie felt it should be. "OK," she moaned breathlessly, grimacing only slightly.

"Stop!" May said calling out. "Don't move!" she added immediately. Reaching in between them May placed her hand around Williams prick trying to determine just how well things really were moving along here.

"Oh Maggie, you're all but a woman now," she exclaimed excitedly. "By the feel of things, with just a tiny bit more effort he'll be inside you and whatever pain you might feel should be hardly noticeable. So...you ready yet? Or do you want to take a moment longer to compose yourself?"

"I'm ready," Maggie said determinedly. "Make me a woman William. Let me feel you inside me. All of you," she added brazenly.

"Lucy?" May said looking up at her.

"I'm on it May," Lucy said once again bending down to start sucking one of Maggie's nipples.

"While you're doing that, start sucking it harder, even chew on her nipple a little. That should further help her to keep her mind off what's going down between her legs if you give a little pleasuring-pain to her tit." Lucy immediately began sucking harder, even going so far as to reach over pinching Maggie's other nipple between her fingers.

"Ready?" May asked one last time.

"Ah huh," Maggie whispered softly already concentrating on what Lucy was doing to her breasts.

Poor William had been straining himself trying to hold his position. Finally hearing from May that it was ok to begin pressing his prick more forcefully against her he did so, nearly forgetting and ramming himself harder into her than he should have. It did the trick however, as Maggie let out a small little cry of surprised pain, and then shouted almost simultaneously afterwards.

"Oh May! He's in me! He's in me!" she cried out ecstatically.

"Let me see for myself," May admonished them both. "Don't either of you move, not so much as an inch!" she warned, once again reaching in between them with her hand. Lucy sat up expectantly looking towards May's face, as did Maggie. Feeling around momentarily, May grinned. Broadly.

"Balls deep Maggie!" she exclaimed joyously. "You're a full woman now!"

"Boy, I'll say!" Maggie said with surprising humor. "I feel like I'm going to pee though," she admitted. Both May and Lucy burst out laughing. "Don't worry honey, that will go away in a moment or so. And then William here can begin fucking you. Nice and slowly though, in and out. Oh. And William? If you do feel like you're anywhere's near close to spilling your seed? Don't you dare do so inside her. If you can't keep from doing it, make sure you pull out and let it spill upon her belly? Ok?"

"Yes mam," William said feeling slightly annoyed, but understanding at the same time as to the obvious request and the reasoning behind it.

Maggie remained motionless, silent for several minutes, as did everyone else, including May.

"Fuck me Lips!" she said a short time later. "Fuck me, I'm a woman now."

"You always were Maggie," May told her softly. "You always were."

William began to gently move himself in and out of her with a great carefulness, probably even more so than what was actually necessary. As they did, and as Maggie began undulating beneath him in ever increasing desire, May moved back onto the bed slipping her hand down between Lucy's legs where she could begin frigging her clit.

"Hmmm do me too!" she told Lucy, who immediately began doing so. "Let's see if we can make each other cum when they do," she suggested as the two of them sat watching Maggie's first ever coupling with William.




Maggie



Chapter 1. "Me?"

"Hey, I'm just a 28 year old guy, you know, didn't have a girlfriend, hadn't had a girl in Gods knows how long well, 8 months if you hafta know just pretending it didn't matter; that football and basketball on the TV were the most important things in life. Putting on a good front, ya know?"

"Well, it seems some of my closer friends did know. They cared enough to try to do something about it. Of course I didn't know it at the time. In fact, it was quite a while before it dawned on me that I'd been set up for this. They made it appear that I was needed, plying me with a couple drinks to loosen me up as it were."

"'Say When' Gwen managed to convince me. Her earnest sincerity was impossible to ignore. 'Brief' Bernie helped me dress for the occasion. Actually he handed me my clothes. I put them on, no help required. Bernie wasn't my manservant. Nor was Gwen my maid."

"'Say When' came by her nickname honestly enough. Ten years earlier, Charlie Mitchell had her pants around her ankles in the back seat of his father's Lincoln. Thing was, Charlie couldn't find Gwen's pussy. He was poking and pushing until finally, you got it, he told Gwen to say when he was close. It was a giggling Gwen, with three or four martinis in her, who told the story on herself that got the nickname started. It never seemed to bother her, so I figure she must have liked the tag."

"'Brief' Bernie's nickname is easily understood. His premature ejaculation at the high school prom prompted his date, one Gladys Dirking to tell all her girlfriends. Bernie claims she was blabbing to them before he'd put it back in his pants."

"Anyway, I pushed his hands away, telling both of them emphatically that I was fully capable of dressing myself. As I slipped into my suit jacket Gwen got in my face, straightening my tie, and saying: "She needs to get out. Maybe you do too," "I don't know about you, really, but she definitely needs to get out."

Brushing imaginary lint from my lapel, she continued as though talking to herself, "It's Friday - date night, the girl has to get out and you've got to help us boost her ego back up after a devastating romance gone wrong.

And so there I was an hour later, after climbing four flights of narrow stairs in a narrow, brownstone on 44th Street knocking on Apartment 4B and trying to catch my breath. I heard her footsteps coming to the door. Gwen had told me she was good looking, but I wasn't prepared for the strikingly beautiful girl who opened the door, put her hand out and with a nervous smile said, "Hello, I'm Maggie. You're kind of late aren't you, for a first date and all."

I stammered out a profuse apology, "I... I... I almost didn't make it at all... my friends, my so-called friends... they kept delaying me. I think on purpose, so you'd be mad at me. I'm terribly sorry about being late," I ended lamely.

She kept staring at me and I went with the truth and babbled, "And I... I'm not... I mean, I wasn't prepared to meet someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you."

I was on the road to recovering my poise. She broke off the eye contact and glanced down at her hands.

"Well," she said, "you're off to a pretty good start now that you're here," her renewed smile was still nervous.

I still have a vivid memory of that first impression of her. Her shoulder length, champagne-colored hair was combed straight back above a smoothly rounded forehead in sort of a lion's-mane effect. She had high prominent cheekbones that slanted her eyes just the tiniest bit. But beneath the short, straight nostril-flaring nose, her mouth loomed out at me; it was her most attractive feature. Wide enough that it seemed to go all the way across her face although it didn't, and the full, sweet upper lip was so unusually short that it appeared unable to cover a perfect set of prominent upper teeth. Below the long, full lower lip was a tiny cute jaw and chin that further accentuated the mouth. And when she smiled, even nervously as she did now, the entire room seemed to light up. I would learn later that Maggie was embarrassed about her mouth and considered her Italian nose her best feature. Ahhh, but apart from her face, her figure was enough to drive men (and women) crazy with desire.

I don't know if I can adequately describe her body in words. There was something about her shoulders, which were unusually wide and square, and formed a long line that tapered down from them to her waist, only to flare out into a pair of high-assed hips. And above all this rode the slender neck and high small head of a goddess.

Actually, she needed the wide shoulders to support the big full globes of her breasts thrusting out in the tight black dinner dress. Her calves were perfect, her ankles strong and delicate. In the tight dress there was just a suggestion of her mons if you saw her just right. In heels she was just a hair shorter than I, standing straight, carrying herself high off her hips, the slender neck extended to carry the small head, in the manner of a Jamaican woman carrying a market basket on her head. This girl was the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

We made some small talk and then left to go out on the town. In the cab, glancing at her sideways, as she nestled down into the collar of her coat, I realized with a start that I had never been so proud to be seen in public with a woman. Hell, I'd never been with a woman this beautiful before. Silently I thanked the dating gods that I hadn't gotten tongue-tied. I thought that this was going to be one of the greatest nights of my life.

Man, was I wrong.

Oh, it started out well enough. We went to the Village Vanguard for dinner and the show. After a few drinks Maggie loosened up and lost her nervousness and began to display a really penetrating wit and humor along with a sexy charm. She was an incorrigible flirt. But then, she was stunningly beautiful, so sexually attractive that tables buzzed as heads turned towards her to gawk.

"Who was she?"

"What movie did I see her in?"

"Who was she married too?"

I became a problem. As Maggie loosened up after a few drinks, I began to fade. The drinks with my 'buddies' earlier started to take a toll. If Maggie was a little drunk, I was wiped out. I made my pitch for her right there in the lounge following dinner. I think I told her I wanted her to come to my apartment with me because I wanted to make violent love to her. I recall my astonishment when she told me no.

"Why not?" I blurted out, loud enough for everyone at the bar to hear. "What's wrong with me?"

Maggie had a hurt, embarrassed but determined expression on her face. "How do I know what's wrong with you? I don't even know you yet." She shook her pretty head and said flatly, "I never lay men the first date I have with them anyway."

I managed to sputter something like, "That's ridiculous!" in protest. During dinner she had been quite open about the number of men she had had in her life. "More than thirty," she'd said proudly.

"Maybe," she replied, looking embarrassed and stubborn, "but I don't care. I don't have to and I won't." Her eyes softened a little. "Anyway, you're getting pretty drunk."

Then I guess I lost it. After all, I'd only had four women in my life at that point and I wasn't sure about two of them.

"Thas my goddamn friends! And... and because I'm shy."

Maggie blushed, "People are staring at us."

"Fuck 'em!" I shouted. "Son's of bitches! What do they know about loneliness?"

"What do you know about it?" Maggie asked sharply.

"I think you're nothing but a..." I started, but couldn't bring myself to finish and switched to a less abusive tone. "I hate cockteasers." I muttered.

"And I think you're a shit!" Maggie said. "No girl would fuck a man with such a rude, crude approach as yours!"

And that was the way our first date ended.

Oh, I took her home all right. It was around four in the morning and a light snow was falling as we walked towards Maggie's place. I began kicking over wastepaper baskets as we walked because I was furious, frustrated and pissed at myself because I'd never see Maggie again.

"You're liable to get arrested for that." She warned me nervously.

"Yeah? Well I hope I do! I hope I do!" I muttered and kicked another one over. At her door she shook hands with me.

"Not only are you not a gentleman," she said in a whisper, I really think you're kind of crazy."

"You think so huh," I said. And for one clear, agonizing moment that would forever stay burned into my brain I stared at her. From beyond my alcoholic haze I tried to put into my eyes everything I felt about her and about myself. I thought I saw that her eyes understood. But she was very mad at me.

I turned and walked away. Sulking, I recall thinking, "she's no goddamn virgin, and she wouldn't even let me feel her tits."

I woke up on the floor of my apartment the next morning. I was nude. Drawing small satisfaction that I'd made my way home and managed to undress myself I put a pot of coffee on to perk and took a long shower. It was 8:30 when I took my first sip of coffee and then inhaled on my first cigarette of the day. Then after hacking hard to get the cigarettes and whiskey huskiness out of my voice, I dialed Maggie's number.

Chapter 2. Some time later that afternoon, Maggie told me that it was the huskiness in my voice that got to her. It was the only reason she didn't hang up on me immediately. She claimed it was so sexy and exciting that it startled and intrigued her into listening and before we were finished she was masturbating furiously to a climax. (Because of this, as our relationship blossomed, I would use phone sex to bridge any distance that separated us.)

But I'm running ahead of myself. After the euphoric shock of Maggie's agreeing to see me that afternoon, I felt obliged to call Gwen and Bernie.

It went as expected. "I can't believe you acted that way!"

"Well you two got me plastered before the date for God's sake!" I said defensively.

"Don't blame us," Bernie whined. "We got you two together..."

"And she was open with you, telling you all about the men in her life." Gwen said righteously.

"My God," I roared at them, "I didn't expect a body count. And, and, and when I got one, Jesus, what was I supposed to think? That her legs weren't open for business just then?"

Gwen shot me a look of pure disdain. Silence reigned.

Bernie cut through the icy air, "So where did you guys leave off?"

"I called her this morning and groveled appropriately."

Gwen asked, "Did she hang up on you?"

"No."

Both Gwen and Bernie asked the next question simultaneously.

"What happened?"

I grinned at them. "We have a date sort of, this afternoon."

"You Bastard!" Gwen said, then hugged me tightly. Maybe a little longer than most hugs, and I got to enjoy the buoyancy of her ample breasts. A rare treat from Gwen, who'd had me on a no touchee, no feelie policy since high school. While our hug was going on, Bernie pounded on my back, saying, "You son of a bitch, you sure fooled us, let's have a drink!"

"Thank you, but no thanks Bernie. I want to get off to a good start today."

"You want to get off period," Gwen teased.

"Right. I want my name added to her pelts. My God Gwen, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever been out with. I can't believe she's agreed to meet with me after last night."

Bernie looked at Gwen, but spoke to me. "Women can surprise the hell out of you sometimes."

To which Gwen added, "It's our job to keep you guys off balance."

"Well, Maggie floored me when she invited me over today."

"Someone's gonna get laid later." Bernie crooned repeatedly.

"Right," said Gwen, "and it won't be you Bernie." Then she pointed her long nailed finger at me and said, "Get out of here. Go home, make yourself presentable and I hope you boff each other's brains in."

Chapter 3. "That was my bad luck," Maggie purred, with a Cheshire grin splitting her lipstick smeared red lips.

She ran one hand lightly across my belly and then slithered down into my crotch, kissing me in the center of my chest.

Oh! I've gotten ahead of myself again. Do you care? I mean this is one of the good parts. At least I think so. So unless there's unanimous agreement otherwise, we'll dispense with our glib conversation at the door and while having a cocktail and even with the part where we tore our clothes off rushing into her bedroom.

"My good luck!" I countered, and trapped her hand where it was with my own so she couldn't remove it, or stop what she was doing.

"And it turns out it was only cigarettes and whiskey," she smiled.

As time went on I learned that she didn't do things like that, grabbing me like that I mean. Usually, she waited to be stimulated and then played upon like an instrument. Whatever, I had never had sex like this in my entire life.

Perhaps I should fill in the missing parts someone out there might have a real need to know what happened. For those of you who don't care, go fetch a box of tissues, you're gonna need 'em.

It hadn't been much of a phone conversation really. I apologized for my conduct the night before, Maggie told me I ought to, but I noted that she had not verbally accepted it. I was kind of awkward for a moment or two and then I suggested that I come over and apologize in person.

"Thanks!" Maggie said sharply, and then softened the tone of her voice. "Oh, that doesn't matter," her voice changed, it was now a lovely low voice, charged with sexuality. "Come on over, I'm not really doing anything."

She met me at the door and said, "I was still in bed when you called." And once again I was swept away by her beauty. She was wearing a tight fuzzy white sweater over those magnificent tits and tight brown slacks that molded into the crack in her ass all the way up. It was almost impossible to take my eyes off that incredible high-hipped ass or those tits. Half the time I didn't know what I was saying, but it seemed to be working.

Her warm, rich voice was like a kiss in my ear. We went out for burgers and shakes and returned to Maggie's apartment around three. It always seemed to me afterwards that our two naked bodies met in the center of the room with a smack like the clap of two large hands, but I knew that couldn't be true. She had had her clothes on, I was sure. And I was certainly dressed, coming in from the outside as we had. So there must have been some conversation, if only to fill the time required getting our clothes off. But I don't remember any of it.

The most enduring image I have of that first day is of myself lying on the living room couch with Maggie astride me and kneeling over my face as my tongue devoured her, offering me free advice.

"Yes, yes, oh I love it when you squeeze my ass cheeks together like that!"

"Oh, suck it baby! Yes! Just like that!"

"Ah! Put your finger there... yes, there baby. Oh, God! Push it in deeper!"

"Oh baby, yes!"

"Ohhh, your tongue your tongue and your finger both inside me... matching strokes, ohhh, baby, I think I'm gonna..."

And then Maggie, drooping like a falling flower, champagne hair falling over her face almost to those gorgeous breasts as she cried out before collapsing upon me.

It turned out that for some reason the only way Maggie could achieve a real orgasm was when I went down on her. Fortunately for the two of us, I love eating pussy. I don't mean Maggie disliked fucking. Oh, no. She loved to fuck. In fact she told me so moments after I entered her for the first time.

"Yes, yes, yes baby pull on my nipples with your teeth. Yeah, just like that!"

"Do ya like it when I squeeze your balls like this?"

(For the record, I answered in the affirmative.)

"Baby, my sweet baby, I can see that look in your eyes; I can feel you pumping me harder

and harder. Ahhhhhh, I love this kind of fucking!"

"Look down baby," she whispered huskily in my ear, while lavishing wet licks to it.

"Watch as your cock slides deep into my pussy and then look and see how wet and shiny it is when you pull back. Isn't it disgusting?"

I fucked faster.

""Would you find it revolting if someone wanted to take that disgustingly slimy dick and put it in their mouth?"

I came a ton.

Chapter 4. The knock came when we were eating (food) in the nude.

"Wait a minute," Maggie hollered, and grabbed a robe and in almost the same motion threw another robe at me. "He was smaller than you but it should fit," she said as she made to open the door.

"Oh, ho!" Her roommate Leslie said as she entered. Placing her packages on the counter, she grimaced and held her nose. "My God, this place smells like a zoo!"

"Go to hell!" Maggie said laughing. Then she turned slowly, and with a beatific smile on her face, stretched her arms as far as she could.

"Hmmm," Leslie grinned, "I take it you two have been humping like rabbits while I'm slaving away at the office."

She threw off her coat and slumped in the one large easy chair. "Well, it's not unexpected after the way she talked about you last night."

"He's built like a Greek God," Maggie reported.

"Oh?" said Leslie.

"You'd never know it to see him dressed. I've got to get him some decent clothes."

"Hey," I said indignantly, "I'm still in the room."

"Yeah," said Leslie, "big deal. I'm inclined to agree with you Maggie. Drag him down along Fifth Avenue and get him fixed."

"Absolutely," said Maggie.

"You think so, huh?" I said smiling.

I had hated seeing Maggie put that robe on and cover up that lush body. She was even more beautiful without them on. Her heavy, beautiful drooping breasts; the long lean line from her armpit to those widely swelling hips, and the high rounded ass. Not a bit of fat except perhaps that delicious belly which wasn't fat so much as the way she was constructed just above the triangular bush hovering around her cunt. Even now, after all those years, it was the most flexible female body I'd ever come in contact with. For example, Maggie could actually put both feet behind her head at the same time if she wanted to.

Eventually, it was decided by the girls that I would take them to dinner and I did. Leslie waited until we started our first glass of wine before they began to initiate me. Yes, I said initiate, as in to admit as a member into a fraternity, through the use of special rites.

"So," Leslie said. "How many times did you two do it?"

"Only twice," Maggie said nonchalantly.

I swallowed hard, and then gulped my wine down, draining the glass.

Leslie picked up the bottle and poured me another. "Only twice?"

"Well," Maggie replied, "we were interrupted by a certain slut and..."

"Never mind the personal attack, darling, what I want to know... what I need to know is just how well hung is he?"

"Hey," I blurted, "this is just like before. You two talking about me as if I'm not even here."

"But you are here, darling," Leslie smiled and placed her hand on my knee. "And if you insist I'll talk directly to you."

I was almost mollified by this, but Leslie continued and I saw the Cheshire grin appear on Maggie's lovely countenance once more.

"Well, just how big is that dick of yours?" With that she squeezed my thigh. Instant erection resulted.

"I hadn't blushed in years, but I was blushing now.

Maggie pursed her lips and said, "Go on, tell her. It will make her ever so jealous."

Leslie's fingernails scraped lightly over my boner, causing me to lurch in my chair and damn near ejaculate in my trousers.

"You're not touching my man are you, Leslie?"

"Only a little bit."

"Stop it, it's my toy, not yours and we're not having a goddamn competition for him. Find your own stud."

I couldn't believe my ears. Were they actually fighting over me?

"I only want to find out how big he is," Leslie said with a pout.

"If I had to guess, and I will... for your benefit, I'd say perhaps eight inches and he's also reasonably fat in all the right places." She turned to me and smiled, "but we will take proper measurements later."




Maggie



"Oh, goody!" Leslie simpered. "Can I watch?"

What the hell was going on here? I wondered.

Maggie looked me directly in the eye. "You're probably confused by this conversation and I'll try to explain."

"I... I..." But that's as far as I got.

"Leslie and I..." Maggie began, but was interrupted by Leslie.

"We share data. Specifically, on men, our men, our merry men."

I guess my jaw went slack and then fell open, because they both began laughing.

The waiter came took our orders and left.

Turning to Maggie, I said, "You share your men?"

"Umm, no," she replied. "We exchange information on you guys. For example, proficiency, potency and..."

"Never mind," I said.

"Well at least we haven't as yet," Leslie chimed in, muddying the water even more.

The dinner itself remains a blur in my mind. I recall thinking about 'Say When's' expression when I told her about this whacky day. And then it hit me. In doing that, I'd be sharing the same kind, or almost the same kind of information that Leslie and Maggie had just done. But by that time I was paying the check and we were headed for the exit.

Maggie and I both repelled Leslie's attempts to join us for the remainder of the evening. Maggie summed it up succinctly, saying, "I don't care if he's completely spent, he's my date, and no you needn't ask if your body might revive him for another round of unexpurgated sex."

I hailed a cab and deposited Leslie in it and waited another ten minutes for the next one.

As we climbed the steps of the brownstone with Maggie hanging tight on my arm and leaning her breast into me knowing no one could see as another couple passed us on their way out, Maggie squeezed my hand. "Fun and games?"

"Stay in and play?" I whispered back."

"Stay in and play dirty!" she countered and flicked her tongue around the outside of my ear.

"Will Leslie be popping in on us with a yardstick?" I asked playfully.

"Oh, listen to you flattering yourself," she laughed and the erotic peal of it sent chills to my scrotum.

We took separate showers in order to get ready for our next adventure since Leslie had arrived unexpectedly and as I waltzed into the bedroom of her apartment I found the heat coming from the radiator somewhat uncomfortable and so I put the old fashioned circular fan on and lay on the bed looking up at it as it turned slowly and silently.

"Let's do something special," Maggie said as she walked into the room toweling her champagne colored tresses.

"What?"

"Something nasty... Let's play with ourselves. You play with yourself and I'll play with myself and I'll watch you and you watch me. Didn't you ever do that with some girl when you were little?"

"No," I said, feeling breathless and excited. "But I always wanted to."

We shed our robes, tossing them on the floor and positioned ourselves on the Queen-sized bed. Maggie's fingers were in her mouth wetting them. God I loved her so, well it was really lust at this point, but why quibble. I watched her and feet like a miser in a bank vault counting his gold.

"Do you think I'm sexy enough?" she asked in a raggedly voice as she spread her outer lips apart with her fingers. She was already breathing through her teeth as her other hand caressed her full breasts, alternating from one to the other.

I watched mesmerized as she pushed her hips off the bed, fucking her hand. Maggie's eyes were half closed; she was already in a nether world of lascivious craving, her fingers gliding in and out of her very sodden cunt as she glanced up at me at the opposite end of the bed.

"Mmmm Mmmmmm... oh yeah, you're hard for me again."

I made my cock dance for her and her body shook with those delightfully erotic peals of laughter once again. I squeezed my cock and in doing so caused it to expand an inch or so. Maggie leered at me, as her fingers moved deftly over and into her bushy pussy. She rolled over to me and wrapped a measuring tape around my joint.

"Where the hell did that come from?" I blurted and started laughing.

"Not quite six inches in circumference!" she shouted, obviously pleased with her findings. "Leslie, bitch that she is will go absolutely livid when she finds out how thick you are. Now let's see how long..."

"Jesus! Do you know?"

"Know what?" I might have guessed, but this was more fun.

"How long it is?"

"So..."

"You're almost nine inches. It's eight and three quarters. That's fantastic! It's the biggest dick I've ever seen."

I was beginning to feel very smug about myself. Here was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen telling me I had the biggest schlong she'd ever come across and if last night's stories were to be believed, she had seen a few. Maggie was still talking to me and I forced myself back to reality and listened. I'm very glad I did.

Do you want me James? Do you want to fuck me now?" There was a wanton huskiness in her tone. "Or shall we continue teasing each other?"

In a very dry voice, I replied, "Let's keep teasing." Why I said this I have no idea. At any rate, Maggie wasn't at all perturbed by the delay and reached down beside the bed, pulled an item from the dresser next to her. It was some massaging oil. "All right then, I'm going to play pet the pussy," she said and squirted some on her chest and stomach then started rubbing the oil over her. When she was covered with it, her right hand spread the oil into her lower region and over her labia. With the fingers of her left hand Maggie rolled each nipple in turn, moaning in the pleasure this contact brought to her nervous system.

I continued my languid handling of my cock and couldn't fathom why I wasn't fully erect.

I couldn't take much more of my self abuse, hardon or no hardon and in a hoarse voice said, "You know wanted to fuck you since..."

"Since when?" she said not exactly taunting me, but..." Then she tossed the oil to me and I caught it. "Go on, rub it on, you'll find it adds to the pleasure.

Soon my cock was glistening with the oil. I tore my eyes away from Maggie's performance and looked at my cock. And for some unexplainable reason I began to talk about myself and my past.

"When I was a kid, maybe fifteen or so, I put on a show for the guys in the neighborhood, you know? I mean, I didn't know about it at the time, but they let me hear about it later."

Maggie's finger went from her pussy to her lips and she tantalizingly licked it.

"So," she said, "they caught you jerking off?"

"No, not that, I was boffing..." (I had reverted to the street slang prevalent at the time) "boffing Sammy Destefano's sister. Normally they would have found something derogatory to ride me with," I told her, watching as sent a second finger into her pussy to join the first.

They must have liked my style 'cause they started callin' me 'Boom-Boom' after the way I was humping her... you know... boom, boom, boom."

Margie's fingers were moving faster and deeper and I could see her juices starting to flow from between her labia. But I rambled on.

"Anyway, the nickname stuck. Jeez, I haven't seen them in years, but if I should meet anyone of them that name would pop up. Just like my friend here," and I indicated the solid erection now pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. I was starting to feel that familiar tingle and looked at Maggie. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pressed tightly together as she concentrated on getting herself off.

"Ummm, you know, Maggie," I said and she opened her eyes to meet mine. They had a smoky hue to them and I guess mine had a similar look, "I spent most of dinner staring at your tits, wanting to hold them in my hands again and I..."

Her breathing became ragged. I could now hear as well as see her fingers sluicing into her pussy.

"Sluck, sluck, sluck," it went, a wet sucking sound caused by her cunt lips futilely trying to contain her now frantically frigging fingers.

I continued stoking my cock and in what was a terse whisper renewed my monologue.

"As you got into my car for the first time and I saw the back of your legs and your great ass in that black skirt, mmmmm... I wanted to grab you right then; " my fist had tightened around my penis and I was jerking as fast as I could.

"I... I wanted to run my hands all over you."

Maggie moaned and I believe she started to come. Her body stiffened slightly and she gave a little woofing sound, but her eyes were riveted to my blurred hand.

I keep going, but started running the eight times table through my head as my mouth rambled on.

"When I saw you cross your legs I imagined running my fingers up that skirt, to find out whether your pussy was as hot and tight as I imagined it to be."

Maggie had halted her masturbation and spread her legs impossibly far apart; and placing her hands on either side of her cunt, opened it up to reveal the dark deep pinkish hole within.

I was mesmerized by the sight, but kept talking; however, I was on automatic pilot now. "Later, when we started making out in the doorway, I desperately wanted to slide my cock up into you from behind. I wanted to feel your ass slap against my thighs... oh, Maggie, baby... I'm going to have to... to get off!"

With that, I squeezed my cock in my fist, being careful not to go too far and watched as Maggie's eyes followed my movement - from my hand jacking off to my eyes. Eyes glazed with lust, I focused on her cunt - incredibly turned on by how she looked and how she was acting.

I groaned and Maggie exploded in what was her second orgasm. Now she was babbling... 

"Fuck yeah, Baby... I'm coming!"

Yes... yes... yes... this is so hot!"

"Oh God! Lookit that cock!"

Her ass bounced up and down on the mattress as her hand continued to move very fast in and out of her pussy as she drove herself into a froth-filled frenzy, her juices now pure cream and very noticeable on her hand, thighs and sheets.

Moaning ecstatically, her sweat-slicked body was writhing on the bedding as she held her cunt with both hands; her magnificent bounced erotically on her chest and all the while her eyes remained on me, or I should say, on my cock as it sent long, translucent ropes of jizm onto her ankles and calves.

Maybe a minute passed, I know I had finished coming and I think Maggie had just subsided too.

"Get over here," she said.

I held my flaccid but still pulsating cock with one hand and scrambled over.

Chapter 5. Maggie took my limp prick in her hand and brought it to her mouth. After a through cleansing she gave it one long last suck and as it flopped from her nubile lips said, "I bet you don't even know the names of the various parts to your penis, do you?"

"There's the head, the shaft and, err, the testicles."

"And very nice testicles, I might add," she said, "but you get a D in anatomy."

"Well ... I"

"Listen and lean my lover, the outside perimeter of ... what you so blithely term the head, is actually the corona, that's this part here." A delicate fingertip caressed the very bottom of my cockhead.

"As you can see, it joins the head to the shaft. Now you may or may not know that this is the most sensitive spot on your precious penis."

Giggling, she placed my cock inside her mouth again and swirled her tongue over, under and around it. After removing it she looked at it with might have been a certain reverence.

"Mmmm, it's here that you'll find I spend a lot of time because I know that when my tongue..." She stuck it out at me and I tried unsuccessfully to capture it with mine.

Giggling, she resumed her monologue.

"When my tongue goes round the ridge... mmmmm, to the underside, and I might add that I love the underside..."

I interrupted her to ask, "Is that like anal penetration?"

Maggie cuffed my on the shoulder. "No you idiot, this is the underside." With that her nail scratched ever so lightly along what I always called the bottom... so I guess underside is a reasonable term and ..." My penis was hardening some.

"Now were can see one of God's true miracles at work. Just look at it. Grow baby, grow!" She exhorted it and I did my best to help it along.

"I see where this conversation won't last much longer. You're doing very nicely, please keep up the good work, baby. Getting back to basics, since your darling dick has never met the nasty knife..."

"Huh?"

"You're not circumcised, lover. "

"Oh, that, umm, yeah." I was chock full of intellectual repartee.

"So we're discussing the underside, now look, see where the two ends of this irregular circle come together? Well there are two important things to point out. First, and you probably know this part, this is the point where the foreskin is attached. Second," and at this point she used that delightful fingernail as a pointer once more, "this tiny area is easily the most sensitive spot on your entire body. I won't, but I bet I could make you come by gently tapping the tip of my tongue directly on it."

"Ohhhh," I groaned, imagining her doing just that. My erection was almost back.

"Wait until I tell you about my pussy," she laughed lewdly. "Anyway, beneath the head is the shaft, you got that part right. So far as I know the shaft doesn't do much for you since it has few nerve endings. It does a hell of a lot for the ladies though, so don't look down on it." She stifled a giggle at this and after composing herself, continued. "So those cocksuckers who think sucking up and down on it will get the guy off are wrong. If it works at all it's because the back of their throat is coaxing the come from his nerve-filled head. "

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It was 102:30 AM and only the light in Maggie's bedroom window was visible from the street below. Inside, Maggie was giggling. She couldn't help herself since I was tickling her, having discovered her penchant for it and at the moment I had her giggling uncontrollably. "Oh, Lover, stop!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

"Please, no more, please don't." She was still naked and face down on the bed, her head and shoulders resting on the mattress, her beautiful blonde hair in disarray. But she was on her knees, so that her rear end was sticking up in the air. Pressed up close behind her, I found myself sitting between her calves with my legs stretched out on either side of her. I had a firm loving grip on her smooth satiny buns witch I planted a kiss on from time to time.

Leslie had called fifteen minutes earlier and Maggie had promptly given her my measurements and then proceeded to discuss my performance thus far.

At one point in the conversation, Maggie placed her hand over the receiver and whispered that Leslie was so hot she was masturbating. Somewhat miffed at being discussed like a piece of meat, I wrenched the phone from Maggie, not very difficult, since she had wanted me to do just that, and I spoke into the phone and found that Leslie was indeed highly aroused.

"Do you want to come to my voice?" I asked.

Maggie covered her mouth with both hands and laughed hysterically.

"Ummm," Leslie managed.

"I'm going to slap your nipples with my cock because you're a nasty little girl."

Leslie's indrawn breath was audible over the phone.

"That was hardly punishment enough for ridiculing me," I said and heard her breathing rate double.

"You know this cock of mine is big enough so that if I hit you in the nose with it you might require surgery. Shall I hit you on the nose with it?"

A second or two passed, I glanced at Maggie; she was masturbating like crazy.

Then I heard a faint response from Leslie. "What? I can't hear you, speak up!"

"Yes," she murmured. The voice was quiet and submissive and I smiled at Maggie who was close to coming right next to me. Then leaning over I whispered into Maggie's ear, "Shall I have her over to join us?"

A look of panic crossed Maggie's face as she shook her head, no.

I nodded in understanding and resumed talking to Leslie.

"WHAP!" I shouted. "I've just smacked you right on the nose with my thick prick. Did it hurt?"

"Yes," she answered in a tiny voice.

"Are you fingering you're cunt right now?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I... I don't know."

"You can you know. I'll let you."

"Oh, thank you!" Leslie said and I detected an added strength in her tone.

"Now that you know how big my cock is, tell me how big your tits are."

"I... I'm a size 36 B."

"That's generally considered a nice size, do you agree?"

"Yes, yes I think so. Do you think they're nice?"

"I haven't seen them... yet."

Her voice betrayed her excitement as she stammered, "Oh, right."

"But you want to show them to me don't you?"

"I... yes."

"Leslie, I want you to strip right now. Take every stitch off." I don't know where this side of me was coming from, for I was making it up as I went along. I turned to Maggie while Leslie was undressing and gave her a lewd, lascivious grin. She returned it and tendered her come flaked fingers to my mouth. I took them in a sucked them for a moment, then handed them back to her and picked up the phone again.

"Are you nude?"

"I... I am."

"Are you touching yourself?'

"No. Do you want me to?'

"Not yet."

"I want you to go to the window. If the blinds are drawn open them." A second or two later I heard the distinct sound of blinds being opened.

Maggie tugged at my arm. "Hold on a second," I said to Leslie and turned to Maggie.

"She... she lives across the street. You can see her window from the kitchen."

Now that was good news.

"Leslie... I'm back."

"Yes, err the blinds are open. Now what?"

"Go to the window and press your boobs against the window."

Vaulting out of the bed I made for the kitchen. Maggie was right on my heels.

Looking out the kitchen window I saw what might have been a hundred or more windows. I glanced at Maggie and she pointed to the left. I saw Leslie's ample breasts compressed against the glass panes.

"Squeeze them!" I said urging her on.

She squeezed them and at that juncture during the actual squeeze only her nipples were making contact with the glass.

"Is the glass cold?"

"Ummm," she replied. "The air conditioner is right under the window."

"I can see you," I said and heard the shock in the way she drew her next breath.

"I can, and you can see me too. Look to your right, I'm waving at you."

"Ohhh! I ... see... you."

"Press your cunt against the window."

"I..."

"Do it!"

"I am... I mean I will, I need to get higher, maybe a foot stool..."

She left the window and I reached out to touch Maggie's left breast, thumbing the rigid nipple. Maggie gave one of her shivers and sighed.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"This is sensational. I never thought she'd..."

But Leslie returned just then and climbed up and as ordered, pressed her almost clean-shaven cunt against the window.

"Nice," I said. I heard her swallow.

"How often do you trim it?"

"I... I have it done when I get my legs waxed."

"By a male or female?"

"Amanda is her name, or should I have just said female?"

"I don't care what her name is. Does she touch you there?"

There was no response. I saw her wavering on the stool as if she were about to collapse.

"LESLIE!" I hollered into the phone.

"YES?" She answered obviously startled by my shout.

"Get hold of yourself. You looked as if you were going to faint."

"I did feel dizzy for a second."

"Are you okay now?"

"Yes."

"Good, then get your cunt against the damn window!"

She did so, and managed to maintain her balance.

"Now answer the question. Does she touch you?"

I detected a slight defiance in her voice as she responded. "Of course she touches me. She has to touch me to do her work."

"You know what I mean when I say touch, don't you?"

Maggie was rubbing her cunt against my thigh and I was hard as I've ever been. I knew I'd have to fuck something soon and it looked like Maggie was first choice.




Maggie



"Yes," Leslie replied, "she has touched me there."

"Has she put anything into your cunt?"

"Why are you doing this?" she said, pleading with me. For what I didn't understand, so far everything I'd suggested to her had been promptly followed through on. But she deserved an answer, and I gave her one.

"Because you were so curious about my cock, it's only natural that I'd be curious about you too."

"But..."

"Did she? Did Amanda finger fuck you?"

That did it. The dam burst with that last question.

"No, not with a finger. She used a dildo that was hidden in a drawer next to the chair. I swear I didn't know she was going to do it. She had waxed me several other times without anything happening, but this time..."

I felt Maggie's tongue attacking my ass. Apparently, she too had gone over the edge. The one question I couldn't answer myself was how in the hell had I refrained from coming myself?

"You let her use it on you?"

"Yes, she... she caught me by surprise and I was horny as hell at the time."

"Think she saw you getting wet?"

"Possibly, I was certainly ready for it. It went in without any difficulty."

"Are you tight there? I mean have you had experience with big cocks?'

"Not really. I mean yours is the biggest I've ever encountered and I..."

"You haven't encountered it yet, Leslie. And put those tits back against the glass and really rub them into the window."

As she pushed her tits into the cool glass her hand slipped between her legs and she began masturbating.

"I see what you're doing," I sang, taunting her.

"Don't care... gonna come soon."

"DO NOT COME!" I shouted into the phone and a startled Maggie slipped and fell on her ass at my feet.

"Okay, okay!" she answered weakly and removed her hand.

"Will you be coming over here, or shall I come over there?"

I looked down at Maggie. "She wants to know if she can come over here?"

Maggie shook her head negatively. "I'm not going to share you with her." She said empathically and that was good enough for me.

"Turn around and bend over," I said without answering Leslie.

After she'd complied, I said, "Now you can Jill off to your heart's content. Just stay right there until you finish coming."

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Good bye Leslie," I said and disconnected the phone.

"Get your luscious ass into the bed, ' I told Maggie who anticipated me by a fraction of a second.

Once we were on the bed I renewed the tickling, but she quickly begged me to stop.

"I need something more substantial," she said looking straight at my cock which was jutting up toward my belly button.

"More substantial, eh? I laughed. "Okay face down, my winsome bitch."

"Ohhh, I like it when you talk dirty." She purred, "what have you got planned?"

"I know I should have something really depraved in store for you, especially after talking with Leslie, but I have nothing planned. I'm going to wing it. Ever been winged?"

"Sounds like fun, have at it, or me. But you know I never knew she'd get off on that stuff." Her voice had grown husky.

"Let's see if this gets you off," I said and slapped her ass twice.

"Umm, I do like it, but really want a different kind of hardness at the moment." Then she giggled.

"Oh, all right, we can get fancy later on. You're right, you know. I mean we've only just met and everything is so fresh and vivid..."

"Will you please fuck me?" Maggie implored.

I rolled her onto her back and supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her lithe form, brought the tip of my cock to her moistened slit and touched it."

"Oh, Christ, that feels so good."

"It's not in," I said to tease her.

"I know that damn it! But it does feel good."

I cocked my rear and drove it in.

"Woof!"

Easing all the way out, I slammed it home again.

"Woof!"

"What the hell are you a dog?' I asked.

She took a moment to respond. "No, I'm not a damn dog. You just knocked the air out of me with that thing of yours."

"Want me to stop?"

"Fuck no! Just..."

But I was already pounding back into her again.

"Woof!"

This time I thought I detected a happier tone to the woofing.

Maggie brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. That action took her clear off the bed and close to my stomach. We kissed feveredly while I mauled her lovely tits as she moaned contentedly beneath me. I took my time with her, not wanting to hurry things, I would have preferred that this coupling last forever and so we found ourselves several minutes later, Maggie on her side facing me, pressed tightly against me, my cock deep inside her as she covered my face, neck and shoulder with loving kisses.

I moved her shoulder a little to the side in order to get at her fantastic tit again. I rubbed the nub gently, tickling the strawberry tips so that they quickly stiffened from my attention.

Moving my mouth closer, I pushed the breast up so as to kiss it and suck on it. Maggie was in heaven. I knew I was buried in to the hilt and she just kept grinding up at me as if to persuade it to go even deeper. She was moaning continuously and used her hands to caress my face and head.

I decided to roll her over on her back, maintaining my cock's deep penetration and devoted several minutes to her other tit. My balls were resting in the crack of her ass and it tickled some because of the constant writhing and wiggling of her ass as she ground her pelvis into my stomach.

She had an ecstatic expression on her face and I knew she was in the throes of a set of multiple orgasms. Her hands left my face and sought out my ass, squeezing the cheeks briefly and then moving to cup my balls as I slow fucked her; making sure each thrust took a different angle as it churned into her.

"If... if you don't..." She couldn't seem to finish the sentence.

"What?" I said, "If I don't what?"

"If you don't come soon you'll have to call Leslie and tell her to get her ass over here."

That did it. My balls erupted and sent a long white plume of sperm rocketing into her. That served to trip her trigger and she came big time, jerking against me as I continued to spew into her. Then we collapsed and slept through the rest of the night.

Chapter 6.

Posted: March 25, 2004 - 03:37:13 pm The phone woke us at six-thirty the next morning.

Maggie answered it, giggled and handed me the phone. It was Leslie.

"Hi," she said after a pause.

"Hi yourself. What's with the wakeup call?"

"Oh," she began conversationally as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. "I, um, didn't hear or see anything over at your place and... I was concerned that something had happened."

"I know you have a great imagination, Leslie, but nothing unusual happened."

"Oh," The one word was filled with disappointment.

"Would you like to hear what went on?"

Maggie elbowed me in the side, but I shrugged it off. This was too good an opportunity to miss.

"If you want to talk about it." One could sense the tenseness in her voice.

"Come to the window," I said.

"All right," she said quickly. I knew she was excited once more.

"Tell me something first Leslie," I said softly.

"Yes?"

"How many times did you come last night?"

"Four," she responded instantly in a voice gone ragged.

"Only four?"

"I... I missed you... your voice, knowing you were watching... but especially your voice. I never heard one as sexy as yours before."

Maggie appeared by my side again.

"Let's see, after we left the window, I found myself inspired by your lovely ass..."

Another elbow to the ribs, but al least Maggie was grinning at me.

"And so I took Maggie's ass, but only after spending perhaps twenty or thirty minutes licking and sucking her little brown circle back there. She has the sweetest tasting ass I've ever sampled."

I could see Leslie busily fingering her pussy. I turned to see what Maggie was doing and was startled to find her making coffee and setting the table -- for three.

Back to the phone I went, plotting a new strategy for Leslie.

"Leslie?" I asked, "Has anyone ever done that to you?"

"No... but it sounds deliciously nasty."

"It is. In fact I might allow you to do me. Do you think you might like a go at it?"

There was a long silence on the line. Behind me Maggie set a cup and saucier rattling, and I knew she was listening in on the conversation, at least from my end.

"It... it might be... interesting." Leslie said so quietly that I wasn't sure I heard her.

I changed tactics, thinking I might learn more by keeping Leslie off balance.

"Did Amanda have a bushy cunt?"

"What?"

"Is there something wrong with the connection?"

"No ... I just..."

"Then ANSWER the goddamned question!"

"No, she doesn't." She replied almost inaudibly.

"Describe it."

"I... oh, it's shaven except for a little red tuft that she has shaped kind of like a question mark. At least that's what she said it was, I really couldn't tell."

"How close did you get to it?"

"Why are you doing this?" she protested.

"Stick a finger in your mouth and wet it," I said changing direction again.

"Now talk to me."

"Mmmcant!" She answered obviously impeded with the digit lodged between her lips.

"Pretend the finger is my cock."

"Mmmmmm!" She said, evidently preferring this little game to the previous one.

"Now, keep that in mind and take my cock, that is your finger and work it into your rear end."

"Oh!"

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, it's kinda difficult, that's all. I'm getting there... it's in. It's in now." Leslie sounded kind of breathless at this.

"Work it in and out, remember imagine it's my big cock ramming into you back there."

"Mmmmm, it sort of feels funny but nice at the same time." She told me.

Maggie approached me and took the phone from my hand. "Leslie?"

"Hi Maggie, how are you?"

"I don't have an imaginary cock up my ass, if that's what you mean."

But I could see that Maggie was blushing after uttering those words.

"I'm sorry Leslie, we've been mean..."

"Oh no," Leslie stammered. "This ... this game playing, I only wish..."

Maggie interrupted her to say, "Leslie, get your skinny ass over here, throw a coat on and come as you are. I'm going to let my man pluck that cherry ass of yours. Now hurry up!"

She hung up the phone and hugged me.

"I shouldn't have done that, but she... you know, I've never felt this wicked in all my life!"

I was cupping her mons and after we finished a soulful kiss I whispered in her ear. "Before she gets here would you like me to stick my finger up your ass, you know, so you two start even?"

We were still laughing when the doorbell rang. As Maggie went to answer it, I managed to say, "Let's be sure to have a substantial breakfast first, shall we?"

****

I was determined to be kinder to Leslie now that I could physically take her as I wanted.

As soon as she had entered Maggie's apartment she made that very clear and surprisingly Maggie was supportive in every respect. No digs or derogatory remarks. Everything was lovey dovey between them. We had breakfast and Leslie kept her coat on until we'd finished and it was Maggie who prodded her to remove it, saying, "Come on, let's see what all the fuss is about.

Leslie was as game as they come, placing a long, lovely black stocking clad leg up on the kitchen chair, and slowly, tantalizingly revealing it to a shockingly white mid-thigh while carefully hiding the rest of her all to lovely form.

I got one wolf whistle in; when with Maggie chanting "Take it off," Leslie whipped the coat from her body and stood nude before us except for the black hose which were thigh highs and a beautifully pair of pierced nipples. I hadn't known that her nipples were pierced, for she'd worn no rings in them last night or this morning and I stared at them.

"I added them just before I came over," she said with a smile. "Like 'em?" she asked as she twirled around so we had a better view.

"Love 'em, I replied while Maggie just stared. Obviously, Leslie had come prepared to give her a run for her money and Maggie was just figuring it out. I already had and my decision was to screw them both and somehow keep Maggie, for as gorgeous as Leslie was, Maggie topped her by a mile. And I still couldn't believe my luck in bedding her.

"I'll let you two get started in there," Maggie generously said, pointing to the bedroom.

"Thank you, Maggie," Leslie said. I gave Maggie a curious look and she put her hands out and shoved me in the direction of the bedroom. I wouldn't let it go that easily. And as Leslie sauntered into the bedroom wiggling her million dollar ass, I stepped back to Maggie and grabbed her, pulling her into my arms. "You sure about this?" I asked. "I won't go through with it if you have the slightest reservations about it.

She smiled at me. "Go on, I'll be joining the both of you in a while. Don't worry, this was inevitable. I knew Leslie would die to get her hands on you the first time we made love. Of course, being best friends I had to tell her everything and that was my mistake."

"But..."

"Get your dick in there. Give her the best you've got. I'll revive you afterward, I promise, loverman, now go."

I went, Leslie, lovely Leslie lay sprawled on the bed waiting for me. As I entered the room she held her left breast in her hand and stuck her provocative tongue out and licked the nipple.

I hardly needed an additional stimulant, but had to admit we were off to an incendiary start.

Her breasts were my first target; after all she'd drawn my attention to them hadn't she?

Leslie's nipples were quite dark, and lay flat against the surface of her skin. But as the cool air in the room touched them, they started to grow. Leslie cupped her hands under her breasts, lifting them off her chest. Offering them to my mouth. Gently I bit down on her right bud as she massaged both breasts. I lay a series of kisses on her neck and shoulders, watching as she took

both nipples between her fingers and started working on them. Soon the ends responded and stood more erect. Then she was still for a moment, seeming to savor the attention I was giving her with the wet, soft kisses. I watched her chest as she breathed, with each breath, her breasts moved up and down in rhythm with her chest.

"So you really like watching me, do you?" She asked and I nodded.

Tiny beads of sweat were forming between her ample cleavage as she smiled at me and then kind of shuffled her rear end a little so as to propel her but back against the headboard. She wet a finger in her mouth and sent it between her legs.

In and out. In and out. I looked on mesmerized as she plucked the finger from her cunt and using both hands spread her labia apart.

"You really couldn't see it from across the street," she hissed, "now could you?"

"It does look better from here," I managed, but my throat was dry and I don't know what came out.

Her labia was thick and pink, but not as fleshy pink as her interior. "Can your cock do this?" she hissed again, sending two fingers completely into her love box. I thought of someone being swallowed by quicksand as they disappeared into her. But when they reappeared I knew it was safe to enter her with my pride and joy. Sometimes I get these bizarre thoughts when I'm around new pussy. I think it has something to do with being told the pussy can swallow you and tear it off as it digests one's dick. I know, I know, it can't happen, but as a 12 year old you hear these stories and you believe, man. You believe.

Anyway, Leslie was breathing kind of heavily at this point and I decided I had better mount her before Maggie wandered by.

"Can I get on top?" Leslie asked.

"Then you can suck on these," she held her breasts in her hands, "while you fuck me from below."

"I believe I invited you over," I said.

She nodded understandingly.

"Let's do it my way, shall we?"

"Anything you say, baby, anything."

I noticed a half-filled glass of wine; I think a Merlot, from the night before, on the bed stand and reached for it. Then I gently pushed Leslie down from her quasi-sitting position so that she now lay prone on her back. As I recall, we started, really started my fucking her with my tongue licking a drop or two of the Merlot off her upper lip. I was surprised at the arousal this brought on. Later I thought about it and realized Leslie's little furnace had been stoked long before we got to the bedroom, so it shouldn't have been a surprise at all. But I digress.

Some wine had trickled down her neck. I went after that and when my tongue probed into the hollow of her throat she moaned for the first time and clutched a breast tightly with her left hand.

I moved downward, kissing, kissing, kissing. The hollows next to her hip brought a quivering tremble. And by the time I reached the smooth edges of her thighs, she was whimpering and pleading with me to savage her.

Those were her very words, "Savage me!"

"Oh, goddamn it," she yelped as I lay my tongue in the fold of her thigh, pulling on both nipples as if that would relieve her of the sexual arousal raging through her body.

Just then I noticed Maggie enter the room and take a seat in the chair at the foot of the bed.

She nodded her obvious approval to me and motioned for me to be silent about her presence.

"You know," Leslie said as I hovered over her; her breath harsh and gasping, "you're..."

Then she giggled, as my tongue drew circles in her belly button.

"Watch out, I come too easy and too hard."

"Come as often as you like, I've got all day."

She giggled like a fourteen year old in church.

"And all night, too, I should add."

Maggie was trying to stifle a laugh as well I noted and decided that I had better get on with it, and so I rolled Leslie over and propped her up on all fours.

"Woof, woof," she managed between giggles.

That caused me to remember the night before and Maggie's sounds as I'd pounded into her.

What the hell was it about these two women with the dog noises, I wondered.

I steered my faithful companion into her juicy slit and found it tough going as I worked into her. Leslie was tight, tighter than I'd thought she would be. Her breaths were coming in short gasps and grunts. Reaching around her shoulder I found her breast and squeezed it. She shuddered.

"Almost there," I heard her moan. Hell, I'd barely started.

She shuddered again. "Yes! Here it comes! Oh God, here it comes!"

I rammed into her as hard and as deep as I could under the circumstances and began whispering to her as the orgasm ripped into her.

"Is my breath too hot on your neck?"

"Oh, god," Leslie groaned, "coming so much!"

"Don't move!" I commanded, and like last night and early this morning, she readily complied.

But she did make noise. "Naugh! Shit! Oh Christ!"

Slowly I pulled out from her juicy sheath.

"Ohhh, please... DON'T!" She plead, grasping the sheet with both hands, her brown hair in wild disarray and sweat trailing down between her shoulder blades.

Swiveling my hips I sent my dick back it at warp speed.

And sent her to the moon.

Leslie's total emotional package went haywire. It figured what with all the game playing she'd been through, a virtual tit-wringer from having her press her tits against the window with god-knows-who looking on; to leaving her to get herself off last night and renewing the torment again this morning before inviting her over. And she had borne it well up to this point. Well maybe sexual gratification is worth what she was going through.

"She told me when she really gets off, she can't stop coming for ages," Maggie said into my ear. I kind of jumped, figuring she was sitting in that chair, but she had moved in closer to watch.

My cock was jumping around until Maggie took it in hand and jerked it a few times to calm it down.




Maggie



"Maggie..." I started to say, but was overcome by my own emotions even as I watched Leslie writhing on the bed with her hand between her legs, seeking additional sexual solace. I kissed her tenderly and felt her respond in kind. I attempted to explain myself again, "Maggie..."

She cut me off, saying, "Hey man, don't fall in love with me, okay?"

"But why not?" Now I was totally confused.

There was an anxious tone in her voice. "I mean, you're a nice guy, a really nice guy and I don't want to... "

I sank to the floor next to her and kissed the rear of her knees in turn.

"Don't... I want to do..."

This time I cut her off, not with words but with actions. Reaching up to her hips, I pulled her closer to me and sent my face between the backs of her legs. She was wet, very wet; and ready, very ready.

"What are you... JESUS!"

My ever ready tongue slid into her dark depths and slithered around. Maggie liked it. She liked it a lot. On the bed, Leslie was coming out of her multi-orgasmic haze and looking down at us.

Maggie's lovely tits were gently swinging back and forth as my mouth worked her cunt. She shuddered once, twice and had to put her hands on her knees to steady herself. I varied my licking and sucking, even ventured up a little and licked her asshole.

"You... know," she said slowly, she was enjoying this despite her earlier protestations. "You know... you might... be a great lover... and all."

Her breathing rate was now making talking difficult but she persisted. You know how women love to talk. "But I'll bet it was your mama called you Boom-Boom and not your friends;" she said taunting me with a sweet vengeance. This was in reference to a comment I'd made to her the night before about a nickname I'd received from the neighborhood guys years ago.

"But I ain't your mama, Loverboy," she added and then proved it, whirling around and placing the palm of her hand along the side of my hardened cock before cupping my balls. All the while I felt her breasts pressing into my chest. And then she was stroking me with a vengeance.

I picked Maggie up and deposited her on the bed next to Leslie.

And my mouth descended upon her firm brown nipple and sucked furiously. I felt Leslie's hands roving over my body even as I raised Maggie up and impaled her on my ready to erupt shaft.

Leslie's mouth was on my neck, Maggie's lips on my mouth as she leaned into me. Then as Leslie fell away to do God knows what, Maggie broke the kiss and fell backward onto the bed. This time it was me going to her. I returned to her erect nipples, sucking first one and then the other, all the while pumping my steel hard dick into her. We rolled over and now Maggie was on top, moaning as she rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone and varying that with up and down thrusts against my pelvis.

Suddenly she wrenched away from me and the next thing I knew we were locked in a feverish 69.

'Fine, ' I told myself, 'she wants to come.' I recalled that she came fast when being eaten and so I resolved to get her off, perhaps we'd come together, perhaps, and I really doubted this, she'd come first.

I felt the mattress shift slightly and discovered Leslie squirming between my legs. A moment later there were two tongues bathing my slick erection. That was too much; I came, sending a long opaque rope directly into Leslie's hair. Leslie began to laugh and the second spurt caught her on the nose. I buried my face into Maggie's sopping cunt and brought her to a shattering climax, but I kept eating her. There were good sound reasons for this; at least I thought so at the time. For instance, her juices had a great flavor; and it seemed the more I ate her the more she came.

Finally, she begged me to stop and I did.

Only to find Leslie looking pleadingly at me. I rolled over to her, my hand trailing lovingly over Maggie's heavily breathing, almost inert form in the process.

With one hand on Leslie's right breast, I leaned in over her thigh and sank my face into her highly aroused loins. I had smelled her heat even before leaving Maggie, but had thought it Maggie at the time. I decided to be tender with her at first and rougher later and began by delicately stroking the pedaled folds of her cunt with my tongue while fondling her breast. She had another of her mini-orgasms. I don't think Leslie ever completely stopped quivering throughout my cunnilingus. Gradually I increased my tongue's pressure on her folds, moving it up and down before dipping it deeply into her pinkish cunt.

I began to hum as my tongue roamed inside her; and mauled her breast at the same time.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned and I felt a hand rubbing my ass cheeks. I knew it had to be Maggie and I groaned just to let her know I was enjoying the touch of her hand on my body.

I raised my face to turn and smile at Maggie and she stuck her beautiful tongue out at me and gave me a lewd smile. As I turned back to Leslie's pussy I found myself inhaling her especially musky scent and as my face lowered into her center once again I saw her clit had emerged from its hooded hiding place. I licked it lightly and smiled as Leslie shuddered and came. Encouraged by how easy her orgasms were to bring on, I savaged her cunt, sucking hard, licking softly and probing as deeply as possible with my rapidly tiring tongue.

Leslie keep coming. She didn't toss and turn as some women do, but remained relatively calm, allowing the electricity of sexual sensations to sweep through her body with only sporadic, but constant shuddering quivers and quiet moans.

I deserted her juicy cunt and, placing an arm around her waist pulled her into a sitting position on my lap. I could have fucked her then, I was ready enough, but I didn't. Instead, I took her breast into my mouth and sucked on each of her sweet nipples in turn as she continued to shudder and I guess continued to come.

"Love it... love you," she moaned finally as I released her nipple for the moment to rest my mouth and jaw. Leslie sort of sagged off my body and lay on her side as she recovered from our lovemaking.

I knelt on the bed with my eyes closed as I tried to gather myself for whatever was to come next.

"Rest a while, ' a voice whispered near me. It was Maggie and I obeyed, crumpling over and falling face down into the sweaty sheets.

Perhaps a minute passed before Maggie's hands were deftly caressing the backs of my thighs. I moaned in satisfaction. It really felt good and it was truly erotic. I was already hard and just waiting to catch my breath before tackling the two beauties once more.

Then the impish Maggie bit into the cheek on the left side of my ass and I yelped in pain.

"Damn! That hurt!"

"Good!" she replied, "Serves you right for fucking another woman in my presence."

"But you..." I started to say, before I realized she was kidding me and I rolled over on my back to confront her and also to show her that I was ready to entertain her once more if that's what she wanted.

"Well look at this," she remarked taking my dick in her hand. "Leslie have a look. Isn't this quite a specimen?"

Leslie moved in next to me. "Wow! It sure is, can I touch it?"

"Sure, be my guest. And keep that thought in mind my dear, you are my guest."

"I know, Maggie dear, I know."

With that she took me in hand and slowly ran her fingers over my throbbing member. Specifically using her index finger to tease the underside of my corona, as Maggie called it.

Then Maggie wrested my member away from her and took me into her mouth, sucking voraciously on it. Her head bobbed on my cock as Leslie tickled my balls with her fingers.

Maggie's talented tongue bobbed on me, flicking her little pink tongue up and down the shaft, slowing down to lick around the head.

She seemed to delight in running her tongue back and forth over the opening in my glans, lapping up the pre-come pooling at the head.

Eventually, Maggie's tongue went in search of my testicles and I felt Leslie tremble when Maggie's tongue came in contact with her fingers. This prompted Leslie to take a tight hold of my shaft, kind of holding out as an offering to her friend, Maggie. They both started giggling. It took me a second to fathom why. Then I recognized a second pair of lips on me. They were taking turns, sharing a blowjob. Well, that's what a friend will do for you in time of need I guess. They were certainly taking good care of me and mine.

Gradually, I began to sense that Leslie wanted Maggie as well as me. I had to admire her voracious appetite. By this time the girls fingers were entwined around my dick, pumping it up and down as they alternated with their sucking on it. They certainly developed a sound routine quickly, and I began wondering if they'd practiced this before on someone else. Then I put those thoughts out of my mind. What ever they'd done in the past was history. I was all for living in the present.

Suddenly Maggie moaned loudly as her mouth closed upon the knob of my dick. Leslie had released me and moved in on my nipple, sucking hard on it and hardening it beyond belief.

I felt Maggie's cunt humping my elbow as her head continued to bob up and down on my almost ready to come member.

Then Leslie's mouth was on mine, it was a long, languid kiss, hot enough to momentarily take my mind away from Maggie's talented tongue.

Leslie broke the kiss, her mouth open and panting lightly against my cheek. Her open lips dragged against my cheek and then my jaw, whispering in my ear, "Are you having fun yet?"

I kissed her back and when we parted I said, "I am, are you?"

Meanwhile Maggie was still bobbing on my cock and I wondered about the durability of her jaws. I mean how long could she keep this up? My question was answered seconds later when I seemingly popped from her mouth and she gasped for air. Her lipstick was smeared all over her mouth causing me to think of a woman long drunk and beyond caring about her appearance. Of course that was not the case and I pulled Maggie to me and kissed her passionately.

It lasted quite a while and during the kiss I opened an eye and saw Leslie fingering herself. Just keeping it warm for me, I thought and then surrendered myself to Maggie's adorable mouth and voracious tongue.

Eventually, Maggie placed both hands on my chest and shoved me away.

"My God, I think my mouth is paralyzed," she laughed.

"I hope not, it's a national treasure from my point of view," I said and laughed with her.

I motioned with my head that she should check Leslie out and she did, and her eyes appeared to widen with lust. Rising up on my elbows, I said to Leslie, "Aren't you the nasty little girl."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "What? I'm only..."

"Remember what I told you last night as your tits were pressed against the window?"

"Umm, you said lots of things."

"I said something like I'm gonna slap your tits and nipples with my big cock because you're a filthy nasty little girl. Do you recall that?"

"Ye... yes I do."

"Come closer."

Leslie shimmied to me on her knees.

I took my cock in hand and began to slap her breasts with it. First one, than the other. I knew it didn't hurt, but her breasts were soon reddened from the contact.

Turning to Maggie, I said, "Want to take a turn at this?'

"Sure," she replied with a grin. It wasn't a nice grin, more like a sadistic one than anything else. And taking my cock she began to methodically belt Leslie's tits until I signaled her to stop.

Both Maggie and I were stunned to learn that Leslie had been coming from almost the first blow.

Chapter 7.

This had such an impact on Maggie that she pounced on Leslie, kissing her with tremendous passion. I caressed the two of them, running a hand over each, paying particular attention to their backs and later their breasts, especially Leslie's nipples which were very tender at this point.

I grew even harder watching their tongues encircle each other.

Several long minutes passed and then between a sequence of ardent kisses, Maggie whispered coyly to Leslie, "We're neglecting him."

"Fuck him," Leslie replied giddily and plucked at Maggie's taut nipple.

"Well he's certainly ready, take a look," Maggie said, as she laughed from Leslie's adoring caresses. "And stop that, it tickles."

As she spoke the words, her hand was cupping one of Leslie's lovely breasts in her right hand, her thumb teasing the roughed up nipple to a strawberry hue. My hands were roving over both their asses, tracing lightly around their puckered rosebuds, while I entertained the thought of plunging deeply into each one.

Then almost as if they knew where I was going, they combined to distract me, leaning into each other over me and inviting me into a magnificent three-way kiss that had my already pulsing cock throbbing wildly.

Maggie was the first to pull away. Leslie the second, but it was Leslie who got to my cock first, languidly stroking it as she lay alongside me, trailing tender kisses on my thigh.

Leslie paused, gauging Maggie's reaction. She smiled at Maggie and then leaned over and took me into her mouth. Maggie smiled at Leslie's action, revealing that she didn't mind her getting me off. In fact, Maggie started to lick my balls and then sent her tongue into the crevice of my ass; spreading the cheeks with her hands, she sent her tongue up my ass hole.

Leslie's talented mouth performed its magic on my flute as I blindly groped at their warm, wet cunts. Both gasped as my thumbs criss-crossed their respective clits. Maggie's tongue seemed to grow another inch as she sent it deeper into my ass and I managed to retaliate by plunging two fingers into her now oozing slit. As soon as I could I repeated the maneuver on Leslie and then both were laughing and writhing upon my nimble fingers.

Each woman groaned briefly as I changed position, Leslie allowed my cock to leave her mouth and Maggie's tongue had a brief respite from my asshole.

To show my love to her, I kissed Maggie and sent my tongue swirling over hers, tasting shit and trying to ignore the taste since it was my own. Then I kissed Leslie, giving her a taste of the shit too. She signaled that she had by moaning loudly, and at the same time mashing her mouth tighter against mine. She really was a nasty little girl.

Ending the kiss, I spread Leslie's legs on either side of Maggie. Pulling her labia apart, I saw her juices oozing forth and lapped at them for a minute while she shuddered away, lost in another climax. Then I jammed four fingers into her and frigged away like a madman. She bucked like a large-mouth bass hooked in a woodsy stream, flopping this way, then that, she writhed under my relentless frigging, coming and coming and coming.

It was only when Leslie began to sob, "No! No! No!" That I stopped. And then watched as my juicy, froth-coated fingers left a trail of slime along her thigh as I brought my hand to Maggie's face and then her nipple; coating it with Leslie's come.

Maggie moaned softly, her own hand fingering her wet cunt much as Leslie had earlier.

"You make me so hot..." she said, her voice cracking. "So fuckin' hot!"

I no longer wanted to make love to her. I wanted to consume her. Looking into Maggie's eyes I sensed that she felt the same about me.

I pinched her left nipple.

"Fuck! Yes. Like that. Like that!" she moaned.

I kissed her and we began to feed on each other's lust and sexual craving until Maggie finally dragged her voracious mouth from mine and attacked my throat, sucking greedily, leaving mark after mark, but I didn't give a shit about that. Hell if anyone bothered to notice them I'd tell 'em they were badges of honor, bestowed for fucking beyond the call of duty.

Maggie groaned with disappointment when I finally shifted position, thinking perhaps that I was leaving her. But that obviously wasn't true. I had to find a suitable place for my raging erection and she sobbed joyfully when I said, ""Maggie, get on your knees."

I moved behind her and she pushed back against my hand as it made contact with her dripping pussy, groaning with unmistakable pleasure. I sent one finger into her and felt the first of many shudders.

Leslie moved closer to Maggie, her eyes held Maggie's as she lowered her head to Maggie's thighs. I lost sight of her for a minute or so as I guided my dick into Maggie's pussy in one smooth thrust.

"Oh Fuck," Maggie cried out. "Oh FUCK!" she yelled even louder, "That's so... so fucking good!"

Leslie came back into sight again. I guess she was kissing Maggie's crotch, but don't know for certain. I can attest to what she did next though. Positioning herself directly in front of Maggie, she spread her legs and hunched her way towards Maggie, not stopping until her cunt was inches from Maggie's panting mouth. Her pink cunt was open and drooling when Maggie's mouth reached it and ran her tongue up and then down her swollen lips.

I continued thrusting into Maggie, although I did so at a much slower pace as I was enthralled in watching the women responding to one another. Leslie's hips gyrating animalisticly as Maggie went down on her; and Maggie's lust-filled expression as I drove into the deepest part of her.

I reached around Maggie to caress Leslie's breasts. This caused Leslie to take a hand off of Maggie's head and grip mine, guiding it to her hardened nipples which were jouncing around from her rapid hip movements. Just for the hell of it I let go of Maggie's hip and took her breast into my other hand and tried to use a Braille-like system to compare them. My cock almost came out of Maggie and would have had she not reached back with both hands and pulled my ass toward her, thereby sending my cock into her once again.

Leslie was biting her lip, her forehead creased with need as Maggie's gentle mouth sank into her silky softness. I looked on as she rocked hard against Maggie's face, recalling how it felt earlier when it my chin braced against her cunt.

Then Leslie was crying, ""Yes, like that," it was a faint whisper, "Just like that." And I knew Maggie had rediscovered Leslie's clit.

Holding perfectly still, I left my cock deep inside Maggie and in lieu of multiplication tables concentrated on what she was doing to Leslie. Some of what I witnessed I filed away to use on Maggie another time; some of it was completely new to me. For example, she reared her head back at one point as if to study Leslie's clit. Even I could see how it was engorged with blood and growing in size, then I realized she was blowing on it.

I began thrusting into her once more and it had a profound effect on Maggie. She arched her back and started to meet me thrust for thrust. Each time I plunged into her, seemed to shove her face and mouth deeper into Leslie's pussy and it was soon smeared completely with Leslie's copious fluids.

Inspired, Maggie caught Leslie's clit between her lips and began sucking frantically, burying two fingers deep into her tight, slushy cunt. I rammed into her faster and faster; and Maggie's ass smacked back at me while her fingers were fucking Leslie at the same pace I was fucking her.

Both women were moaning loudly with each slap my body made against Maggie's. Maggie's cries were somewhat louder than Leslie's and I found that unusual as Maggie's face had to be at least partially muffled by Leslie's lovey muff and that Leslie had nothing in her face, at least for the moment.

I took a moment to savor the feeling of Maggie's cunt as my cock careened off her vaginal walls. Jesus! It was so fucking soft and warm in there. For a moment I connected with being born and how wonderful and terrifying it was to be catapulted from my mother's uterus and ejected out into the dark, cold world after exiting the comfy confines of my creator's cunt.

I felt myself reading to explode and yanked Maggie's face from Leslie's cunt to turn her toward me so that I can kiss her as I come.




Maggie



Our foreheads press together as our mouths crushed into each other, and I taste Leslie's juices that are intermingled with Maggie's saliva as our tongues twisted and turned upon one another.

Maggie pulled away briefly and I remember uttering a harsh moan through bared teeth and then her mouth found mine again and I came as she bit into my lower lip.

To my surprise, Leslie took my dick in her hand and removed it from Maggie's furnace-like cunt, jacking me off and watching my long ropes of come land on Maggie's lovely white ass.

"It's so beautiful when you come, baby," Leslie sighed, "So fucking beautiful." And as she spoke, her hand was smearing my jizm all over Maggie's gorgeous flanks, while Maggie moaned contentedly.

I must have dozed off, and on awakening found them eating each other with wild abandon. Leslie's back was arched, thrusting her hips forward while her head hung back as Maggie munched on her pussy. Leslie was in the act of coming. She was writhing, whimpering and trembling as Maggie devoured her cunt as if obsessed by sex, which she pretty much was.

"You're gonna explode," Maggie said after wresting her face away from the swampy mess of juices and saliva covering Leslie's cunt. "I can feel it pulsing and..."

Leslie came, thrusting her hips up, the rest of her torso stiff as a board as it tore through her. Maggie turned to her friend's clit and evoked yet another monstrous orgasm from Leslie, whose taut hands actually tore the sheet gripped tightly in her fist.

Hearing the sound of the sheet being ripped, Maggie released her clit and returned to her tender pussy while Leslie squealed out her vicarious pleasure to the world.

I moved close enough so that my hand had access to Maggie's quivering cunt and inserted three fingers to the third knuckle with no apparent difficulty. I began frigging her as fast as I could. Her moans now equaled those of Leslie's.

Having sufficiently lubricated my fingers I withdrew them and centered them on Maggie's ass and slowly drove them all into her dusky brown pucker. Her reaction was not one that I would have predicted. With an almost savage snarl coming from her throat, she welcomed my fingers, roughly shoving her ass back at my hand. I would add that Maggie continued eating Leslie's twat; for the loud sucking sounds coming from Leslie's groin area were unmistakable in their content.

For my part, I spent the next several minutes widening her anal passage in order that it would accept my rapidly hardening prick. And then with Leslie pleading that Maggie call a halt to her frenzied cunnilingus, I slid my engorge member into Maggie's sopping wet cunt.

"Jesus!" Maggie groaned. "I can feel every little ridge in that gorgeous cock of yours!"

I slammed it to the deepest part of her.

The thickness of my prick was having a very telling effect on her. The walls of her vagina were searingly hot. I knew she was coming. She had never really come from just fucking before; at least with me. It was only when I went down on her that she actually came. But, hell, after all this sex, it was possible whatever barrier had constrained her before may have been broken down.

Maggie was strumming her clit, rubbing harder and harder as I pounded into her. Groping blindly, my fingers located her asshole again and wormed into her increasing her excitement. Now Leslie had joined in, pulling on Maggie's left nipple and biting or nipping at the other with her white teeth.

Maggie came hard, almost dislodging my cock from the deep confines of her cunt. But I managed to stay lodged within her; that is until I got the wicked idea of ass-fucking her. And so, making certain my member was well lubricated with her juices I left her sweet cunt and with one slow, steady thrust, I found my way into Maggie's ass.

"Whoa!" Maggie gasped in surprise. "I didn't... but okay, okay, fuck me with that big fucking cock of yours. Yeah, man, fuck me in the ass!"

Maybe two minutes went by. I was in her for sure, but not as far in as I wanted to be and then as I was easing back I think Maggie passed some gas or something because suddenly I was expelled from her shit chute. Leslie startled me by grabbing my boner and placing at Maggie's rear entrance for me. I looked at her and saw that she was really into my screwing Maggie this way.

"You want me fucking your tight ass too don't you?" I grunted incoherently.

Maggie thought I was speaking to her and replied, "Yes. Fuck my ass."

Leslie knew what I meant and followed with, "If you're up to it, yes, I'd love it."

As I thrust back into Maggie, Leslie sidled up to me and sent her tongue out to meet mine. One hand ruffled my hair and the other sought Maggie's cunt and sent one or two fingers into her.

Maggie moaned loudly and then began to buck and writhe from the added stimulus; and then seized Leslie's hand -- directing it to her most sensitive spots. As Leslie's hand caromed over Maggie's clit, my champagne haired beauty climaxed big time and that tripped my hammer and I spewed a copious load into her bowels.

We were all spent at least for the moment. With our limbs intertwined we dozed off in order to renew ourselves for what might follow later.

Somehow, I was the first to awaken. It was twenty after two in the afternoon by my Timex. Both girls were still sound asleep. Maggie's mouth hung open and a thin line of saliva, or drool coursed out over her lower lip and onto her chin only to pool on her neck before becoming several tributaries that finally cascaded down onto the sheet. Still and all, she remained awesomely beautiful.

Leslie, on the other hand, lay on her back, snoring lightly, one breast uncovered and looking better and better to me every second.

I wondered where this would lead and if our ménage a' trois was a one time thing that might destroy my relationship with Maggie or possibly strengthen it. My mind boggled at the thought of doing this on a regular basis and as I turned my head to gaze once more on Maggie's gorgeous countenance, I found her wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and when the hand dropped away a magnificent smile was thrown my way.

"Hello handsome," she said. It was undoubtedly the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

"Hello yourself, my winsome wench," I replied. "No," I corrected myself, "that's not a good enough answer. Hello my darling, my beautiful partner... whom I love so fucking much I can't stand it."

She laughed, and I heard that deliciously sexy peal again. "Loquacious aren't we? And after only a short nap too."

"I would humble myself before thee my fair maid. No, thou art the fairest of all maidens on this Earth."

"I can see how you may become knighted in short-order, kind sir," she laughed again, becoming a little giddy, and her hand searched under the sheets until locating my new erection.

"Ah, what rod is this?"

"Ah," I replied, "this is the rod that should you desire, will fuck thee into blissful, orgasmic heaven."

Her tone changed to that of a mid-1940's movie star bantering with a war hero boyfriend. "Ain't that the truth? Well I'm ready if you are sweetie cakes."

Now I was laughing along with her. We both looked to see if we'd awakened Leslie. We hadn't, that is unless she was awake and just pretending to sleep to spy on us. But I didn't care and thought Maggie didn't either.

Our mouths closed upon each other and a long torrid kissed followed. When it terminated I quickly sought one of her lovely milky-white breasts.

She sighed and he could feel her loins beginning to stir.

"Let me suck you, please?" She said, sounding like a little girl. And she crawled over my chest and lowered her head into my groin, taking my semi-hard dick in her mouth.

"Mmmmm tastes good," she muttered out of the side of her mouth.

"Less filling too," I added and laughed a split-second before she did too and was forced to expel my dick until she composed herself again. I started to twist my body to the right in order to pay homage to Maggie's pussy in return for her blowing me and dislodged her champagne colored hair from my thighs in the process. Leslie was still snoring as I went down on my wonderful Maggie.

She let me fall from her mouth.

"Oh yeah, I know this one will be the best one of all time. I just know it!" Maggie half-growled, half-purred and renewed licking along the underside of my dick, creating sensations I'd never experienced before.

'Maybe she was right, ' I thought and concentrated on giving her the best head I was capable of and that meant I had to do without the blowjob. Keeping my mouth glued to Maggie's cunt, I pulled the lower part of my body away from Maggie until I was able to kneel between her wide spread thighs. She was now stretched out across the bed and I noticed that Leslie was awake and studying us.

I licked and sucked on Maggie as I never had before and got stupendous results. She grabbed the back of my head, burying it deep in her froth laden cunt moaning all the while. Her hips were literally churning like pistons and I had all I could do to remain fixed in place as one orgasm followed another. Maggie was shrieking with joy. The tears were streaming down her face and then I caught a glimpse of Leslie.

It was only a brief glimpse for my face was directed into Maggie's juicy pussy, but what I saw remains fixed in my brain. Leslie too was stretched out on the bed, legs spread as she touched herself. Her fingers were slick with her juices and my semen as she moaned in heat, frigging herself faster and faster. The mix of my sperm and her juices was being flicked over all our bodies as she continued her frenzied masturbation. Her hips bounced up and down on the mattress and then Leslie tensed and cried out with a colossal orgasm, blissfully unaware of my interest in her performance.

But I was still relentless in devouring Maggie's cunt, moving to her clit, hoping to stimulate it beyond anything she had experience before and as I sucked upon it and she groaned in a dithering frenzy of her own, I rammed three then four fingers into her slimy cunt and brought her to a sensational climax.

I stopped frigging her, occasionally licking the pick clit which was now definitely tender. Each lick brought a long moan and series of shudders from her. Gradually I felt her coming down and kissed her tenderly.

A few moments later she sent her tongue worming into my ear and in as husky a voice as I'd ever heard from a woman, she said, ""Just one more, man, and I'll do anything you ever wanted."

I hadn't come myself and so after she followed this by leaning forward and kissing me once more; sucking my lower lip between both of hers, she straddled my hips.

"C'mon Handsome, be my cowboy and give me one last magnificent ride!"

"And then what?" I asked, for I was truly exhausted, or imagined myself to be so.

"Oh, c'mon, just one more time and I'll leave you alone."

"Fine, but what about Leslie?"

"Fuck her!"

"That's the problem. I won't be capable of it."

"That's her tough luck," she said and placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy.

I started to voice another protest, but Maggie interrupted it with a fiery kiss. I kissed back hard.

'Fuck Leslie, ' I told myself and laughed silently at my stupidity. 'Yeah, another time, maybe, ' I ended lamely and broke the kiss to lean into Maggie's breasts, capturing a large brown nipple and sucking furiously. It sprang to life between my lips and I envisioned the parallel of how it must feel when my cock expands in her mouth. Maggie eased my dick into her as I waxed philosophically.

All of a sudden she was bouncing up and down on me as she leaned into me, rubbing those magnificent tits against my five-o-clock shadowed cheeks while my mouth darted back and forth at her tits, getting slapped by them more often that I managed to kiss or suck them. For a moment there she slowed down and even lifted a breast so that I could grasp it between my lips, but that was not to last. Her moaning got louder as her motions gradually increased. Soon she was rocking back and forth on my rock-hard prick, striving to rub her clit against my pubic bone, and succeeding; and she followed that by alternating with up-and-down slams against my pelvis. I got the giddy impression that erosion was taking place and I'd have a recessed pelvis for the rest of natural life.

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to come!" Maggie cried out as she continued to bounce and rub on me.

My body stiffened, as I felt my own orgasm nearing. Maggie lifted from my dick, pulling me out of her just as my come began shooting. However, she continued rubbing herself to orgasm on my hard thigh, pushing my still throbbing cock between her breasts. My load shot in spurts against her breasts, neck, and hair, with some of it even spurting against her cheek. I looked on in dazed amazement as Maggie rubbed the semen with her fingers, stopping to lick her fingers clean between strokes.

"Oh fuck, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Maggie groaned as she continued to buck against my leg. "You're such a fuckin' stud... I could eat you all day."

I sighed and gently nudged Maggie off of me.

But Maggie seemed not to mind, but started talking, almost non-stop.

"Fuck, baby, you really get me going." She laughed, "You've got me and Leslie coming and going."

Leslie was on all fours, her lovely tits hanging down like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked, but I had had enough to satisfy my appetite for sex for the moment and managed to appreciate their beauty without getting another hardon looking at them.

"But don't, please don't fall in love with me," Maggie said and I came to attention. Something unexpected was happening here, what had I missed?

"You know, guys do that shit all the time," she said, waving her hands in the air.

"You know," and our eyes met, "falling in love with me. They think that because I come all the time I love them or something. It's just something my body does, okay? Love's a lot more complex than that." She paused, staring at me as I swallowed my Adam's apple and then regurgitated it back into place.

I discovered I was getting hard again. Why? What in the fuck could cause an erection when I was getting blown off, and I don't mean a blowjob, either. Maggie was kissing me off and I was flummoxed about it. Why?

She saw my boner and with a salacious grin lifted her hips, eased down, once slowly, twice; then so slowly I knew I was going to die before we finished this last fuck. Then Leslie came from nowhere to straddle my head and after lowering her dripping pussy onto my face I began to munch on her lips striving for something creative on my part before tonguing her.

Maggie apparently aroused even more by watching as I ate her friend, began moving faster. A couple times she rose up so fast, I fell out of her, my hardon smacking against my stomach and bouncing back up for Maggie's quick hand to capture; and just as quickly, send it back to where it belonged. Once I was firmly within her juiciness, she pounced and renewed her aggressive fucking.

And so it went, until while drinking in Leslie's gushing juices I felt Maggie's hand clawing it's way along my stomach to her loins, evidently she located her clit and began frigged it rapidly while bucking on my boner until she came once again. Leslie came soon after and was about to take Maggie in her arms to cuddle as they'd done earlier, but I still had something left and forced her to ride my pony until I came, weakly and with a slight whimper. I didn't care if she got off or not. I was finished and famished.

After a quick shower, well they took a lot longer than I did, we went out to have lunch at Jordan's Steak House.

****

After a couple martinis and a salad, I felt strong enough and drunk enough to pursue Maggie's remarks that had haunted me ever since she'd uttered them.

"So," I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin, "Maggie, this may not be the time or the place for what I'm going to say, but somehow I don't think Leslie's presence will make a difference."

I certainly had her complete attention after saying that. "Now, earlier, when we were... I was going to say making love, but somehow that doesn't ring true, at least to me right now."

Our eyes were locked on one another's.

"Fucking?" She said, and her words were uttered so softly I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly. But I knew it was what she'd said.

"Fucking, yes," I acknowledged with a nod. During which in a moment of passion..."

Leslie chose that moment to burst out laughing. Maggie shushed her with a wave of her hand. Obviously Maggie was intent on hearing me out.

"Thank you." I said, and that got me a smile, a warm, friendly type smile. "You said 'don't fall in love with me.'"

Her eyes were glistening with tears and I paused to give them a chance to flow down her cheeks, but somehow, whether contrived or not, she managed to keep them right there... as if waiting for something poignant to cause them to fall.

"You said, 'Guys do that shit all the time... they fall in love with me. They seem to think that because I come so hard that I love them or something. It's not. It's just something my body does, and love is more complex than that.' At least that's about how I remember what you said."

Maggie smiled again and somehow this one conveyed a sadness that I hadn't seen in her before, but would again and again from that day on.

"You nailed it pretty well."

"Did I? You, umm, use that line a lot, do you?"

"As a matter of fact no, but the thought has crossed my mind often enough. And it is true. You're not in love with me, nor I with you. I will admit that I am fond of you and it's possible that I could fall for you, and even that you might eventually fall in love with me, or even Leslie here," and as she gestured toward Leslie, Leslie beamed at the possibility of my falling in love with her.

"But it's much too early for that kind of thing. I will admit that I love to be with you in the sack. You're good, very good. Don't get a big head about it. Some have and I've cut them down to size quickly enough. I like the way you..." she paused and looked around to make certain no one else could hear her. "I like the way you fuck. And I like the way you go down on a girl. You... you use a finesse the likes of which I haven't had the benefit of before and I want more of it. In fact, the sooner the better and if I didn't have to show up at work this afternoon, I'd just as soon go back to my place at let you go down on me and Leslie too, if need be for the rest of the night."

"But?" I said.

"It's just not practical, that's all."

Now I was confused. When I'm confused I generally eat and so I ordered a steak to clear my mind.

The steak was perfect but the cloudiness in my brain remained. The girls made idle chatter while I munched away, although they were careful not to say anything about what had transpired earlier, or about my last comments to Maggie.

After lunch, I kissed both girls and we parted ways, promising to meet again the next evening at Maggie's. I hailed a cab and headed directly to 'Say When' Gwen's to see what she and Bernie would have to say about all this.

Chapter 8.

Meanwhile, Maggie was sitting on the toilet, wadding some toilet paper to wipe herself with when she began to cry, suddenly and without warning; a torrent of tears that she couldn't seem to bring to a halt.

"The fuck?" Maggie said, slightly puzzled over her maudlin situation.

"I know it's him, but why? Could it be he's not like the others?"

Gradually, her tears stopping flowing and it came flooding back to her -- Palo's infidelities and his untimely death. A death that left her with hundreds of unresolved questions -- all forming a gigantic WHY?

"Goddamn them all," she thought, condemning men in general, and that was when she began to cry again, the tears springing out of a livid, stuttering rage that encompassed all the men she'd known. Tears of frustration and pain, mingled with memories of the men she'd loved and almost loved -- all of whom had deceived her, lied to her or cheated on her.




Maggie



This story is fiction. I would imagine that most people who post on literotica write about topics that interest them and I am no different. I mostly write about mature natural women. I have had some pretty nasty emails and comments by mostly "anonymous" people who object to a natural woman who has real vices and failings. I am always amazed at people who describe my love of natural woman as a "fetish" and those who prefer women devoid of hair and with huge fake breasts as "normal".  If you are offended by mature natural women who are sensual and warm, please read no further.

MAGGIE

Maggie was fifty-five years old today and she was alone and depressed. Yesterday her divorce had become final and she was now free. Maggie had put up with her rude and wandering husband for 25 years "for the kids sake" and now he had left her for another woman.

When Maggie woke up and remembered it was her birthday, she decided to get up early and do something that would take her mind off of her problems. Her kids would expect her to sit at home all day waiting for their phone calls and she decided that is exactly what she would not do.

Maggie packed her fanny pack with some cheese and hard salami, a knife, her camera and after a brief hesitation a pack of cigarettes and lighter and hung two water bottles from the belt. Taking her digital camera she went out to her car and drove to a nature preserve that was not far from her home. 

She had found that walking the back trails in the deeper woods was her most relaxing and enjoyable times. Occasionally she would come across wild turkeys or deer and the 28-300 mm lens on her camera had given her many great pictures. Today she chose one of the longer and more remote trails and by the end of the day she knew she would have to cover over 10 miles to circle back to her car.

As she walked today she thought about her 55 years on this earth. She had not married until she was 29 years old and had two spoiled but lovable kids to show for her marriage. When her husband left her the year before she found that he had often been unfaithful and most of her friends had known it but had not told her thinking it was a kindness.

Yesterday when she signed the final papers she had felt free for the first time in over 20 years but now today, alone on her birthday, she felt empty and lost.  She wondered if all she had to look forward to was getting old alone. She certainly didn't feel old and in the mirror this morning she saw brown hair with blond highlights, courtesy of her beautician and a face that looked younger than her years.

Maggie was ten pounds heavier than the 125 she had been on her wedding day. Her B cup breasts which her husband had often wished were larger were proving that smaller stays firmer over the passage of time. She had a bit of a sag, but knew that if she dared she could still go without her bra as she did in her 20's.

That morning as she stared into her mirror evaluating her 55 year old body, she looked with appreciation at her thick and plentiful pubic hair. For most of their marriage her husband had insisted that she have no hair below her neck. Since it was the only way he would go down on her, she had kept shaved even though she hated the shaving she loved oral sex and it was an equitable trade. Her husbands mouth had always given her much more pleasure than his cock.

A couple of days after he left her telling her he had found "more woman than you will ever be" she had started to shave while taking her shower. Realizing she didn't need to, she had thrown the razor in the trash can and had not bothered to remove her body hair for the past year. 

As a young woman in the 60's she had been a bit of a rebel and hippy and had never shaved until she dated a man who complained about her body hair.  When she had met her husband years before she had been only a light smoker but her husband had complained until she quit. She smoked very little now, but had bought a pack of cigarettes the week after he had left and felt further free now to do as she pleased and when she pleased.

She walked quickly along the path as the sounds of the highway and civilization faded behind her. After twenty minutes she paused at the top of a low rise to sip some water and look around. It was a beautiful early morning and dew glistened on the leaves and grass. She stopped to take several pictures and then spying a dew soaked spider web she left the path to lay down in the damp leaves to take some close-ups of it. The black and yellow spider seemed large against the web and droplets of dew.

As she got up to continue her hike she realized that she had gotten dirt on her white blouse and the front was brown stained. Even though she was alone in the woods this irritated her because she was very fastidious about her appearance. As she walked along the damp dirt dried but would not brush off. She felt silly being so upset about a little dirt with no one around to see it but she could not help it and walked a little faster.

Maggie walked for over three hours, alternating between a brisk walk and a slow stroll when she found wildlife or a nice view. She realized as she topped a hill by a small creek that she had reached the halfway point. Maggie left the path and climbed to a flat rock that overlooked the trail. She had found the view there to be beautiful and usually ate her lunch there. 

She took off her fanny pack and after drinking some water she decided to wash her blouse in a small stream that ran beside the rock before she ate. The water was clear and cold and she knew her blouse would dry quickly. After scrubbing it she sat on the rock in her shorts and bra and enjoyed the sun on her skin as she ate slices of cheese and sausage. 

After eating her brief meal she drank more water and lay back to rest before starting the last half of her hike. The sun felt so good and knowing she was probably the only person for miles she unhooked her bra and laid it aside and lay back on the rock to sun herself. 

As she lay there she felt sleepy and began to doze in the warm sun. She didn't hear the man as he approached from the dark woods above and behind her.

Robert was a retired college professor. His wife had passed away five years previously and his children were grown and far away. He had just retired the previous semester and had felt very alone and useless until he began hiking in the woods. He had been born to parents who had not completed high school and his early years had been devoid of the things money can buy but rich in life's experiences. 

He had spent his youth wandering the deep woods and had always felt most comfortable there. He never followed the trails and often camped out in the lonely deep woods of the Missouri Ozarks. Today he had awakened missing his kids and grand-kids and had decided to take a long hike in the woods and then start preparing for a long drive to visit them.

When he came down the ridge he had been walking he saw an amazing sight on the next ridge below him. On the big rock where he like to rest and eat his lunch he saw a half naked woman stretched out. Her hair was spread around her head like a fan and at first he thought she was injured or perhaps even dead. 

With the natural caution of someone who had grown up in the woods he scanned the area around her looking for other people or someone who could have attacked her. He saw her stir and with relief realized that she was just asleep on the rock. He could see her blouse and bra laying to the side and saw that the rock was darker around her white blouse with moisture.

He decided she had gotten wet somehow and was drying her clothing. He also saw the fanny pack and water bottles and her plastic bags of leftover food. Robert's first impulse was to slip away and leave her undisturbed. But he looked at her again and this time with no concerns for her welfare he really looked at her.

Her breasts were small and well formed and sagged only a little to the sides. He saw that her areolas were brown and fairly large. Her nipples were soft but inviting and as his eyes scanned her body he saw long dark hair under her outstretched arm. He thought she was a beautiful vision and she reminded him of his wife before the cancer had wasted her.

As Robert watched she reached out to her fanny pack and took cigarettes and a lighter. As he watched her light the cigarette and exhale a long stream of white smoke into the still air he knew she was just a hiker as he was and was resting. Robert started again to bypass the stream but his water bottle was empty and he had planned to use his small bio-filter to refill it at the spring that fed the stream.

Besides his need for water, Robert was fascinated by the beauty below him. With the skill and habit of a woodsman he walked in a circle down his ridge and began to work his way to the spring. As he approached from below her he intentionally rattled some brush so that she could hear him coming.

Maggie was startled by the sound of Robert coming through the brush. She sat up and grabbed her wet blouse and slipped it on. She stuffed her bra into her fanny pack with no time to put it on. When Robert came into sight she was sitting there calmly smoking her cigarette with her wet blouse buttoned crooked and trying to look calm. She had slipped the knife from her pack and had it hidden by her leg.

"Hi, I'm sorry if I startled you, " Robert said, "I didn't think anyone would be here and I needed water. I will fill my bottle and not disturb you."

"Hello, that's OK, I was just resting and eating lunch and should be getting on too. " she said as she saw him staring at her. Looking down to follow his eyes she saw her miss-buttoned blouse and saw that not only was her wet blouse nearly see through but it's cool dampness had caused her brown nipples to harden and darken. 

"Oh my, " she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to stare, that is so rude of me but I never expected to see someone out here and to find a beautiful lady............sorry, I will fill my bottle and leave."  Robert stopped stammering and turned his back to put the filter funnel into his bottle and began to fill it.

Maggie nervously took a deep drag on her cigarette and then put it out as she looked at him for the first time. She saw a man around her own age with snow white hair and mustache. His face was ruggedly handsome and was brown from being outside a great deal. She exhaled the smoke from her lungs and suddenly felt badly that he was so uncomfortable.

"I am sorry, please take your time. I know we didn't expect to find other people out here today and I guess we startled each other.  I surely didn't expect to run into someone today who would refer to me as 'beautiful'. She watched as the water slowly filtered through his funnel and filter into the bottle. "It is a really beautiful day isn't it, " she asked as she tried to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Yes it is", he said looking at her and beginning to lose his red face. He stared at her for a minute making her uncomfortable again and then said, "Margarette????" 

Maggie was shocked. She had not been called that in many years. "Yes, that is my name, how do you know me?"

"My sister Beth and you were friends in high school, best friends as I recall." he said with a grin.

"My god, are you Bobby? " she said in shock as she remembered Beth's younger brother. He had been two years younger than his sister and had mercilessly teased the two girls any time they had spent time at their house.  She also remembered that they had teased him even more.

"I have not been called Bobby in over thirty years, but yes, that's me." he said laughing.

With his water bottle filled he sat down and they began to talk. She and Beth had traded visits several times a year and she knew that Robert had been a teacher and that his wife had passed away. She mentioned it and told him how sorry she was. As they talked she began to tell him about her divorce and they both agreed it was miserable to have their children living out of state and far away.

Suddenly he glanced down at his watch and looked startled. "We have been talking for over two hours and if you are going to get back to your car before dark we need to get moving right now."

"What about you, are you not worried about being in the woods after dark? she asked as she strapped on her fanny pack and without thinking, took his hand as he helped her down from the rock.

"No, " he said, "My dad once told me that nothing is the woods is any scarier than I am and I actually like being out here at night. If you don't mind, I will walk back with you though because I am really enjoying talking to you. This is the first time I have talked like this in years."

When they got back on the trail he didn't release her hand and she didn't mind one bit as they began a brisk walk. They continued to talk about common friends and experiences and she found herself walking closer to him and feeling more comfortable with Robert than she had with her husband in years.

"We aren't going to make it, " he said, "we can't get back before dark."

"Is that a problem? " she asked.

"Not for me, " he said, " and not for you either if you trust me."

"I trust you Bobby. " she said with a smile.

They walked on a little slower and then he led her off the path and up a hill. "The top of this hill is a great place to watch the sunset, " he explained, "and if we are patient our eyes will get used to the dark and when the moon rises in a couple of hours we can see to walk pretty well. Still trust me??

"Absolutely!" she said and meant it. At the top of the hill they sat and he finally let go of her hand. They both drank from their water bottles and he leaned in close to her she wanted to kiss him.

"I know we have not seen each other in over thirty years, but did you know that I used to have a massive crush on you? I think it is back. Is that crazy?" he asked.

"Not crazy at all, I think I have it too." she said leaning in even closer.

Robert had always hated being around smokers. In fact, as a young man it was the only thing he had found distasteful about Maggie and his sister. Maggie had been the object of his masturbatory fantasies and he had often spied on the two girls as they sunbathed behind their country home.  Maggie had not smoked since he had found her on the rock but he knew her breath would be "smokers breath". In spite of it, he leaned in to gently brush his lips against hers. She pressed in and they shared a soft deep kiss and soon their tongues were dancing gently together. 

He found that smell of her breath and the taste in her mouth exciting and not at all offensive. His cock began to rise, tenting out his jeans more than it had in years. Maggie felt his warm tongue and as she gently sucked it she felt her nipples harden and felt a tingle and warmth between her legs. The kiss deepened and they sank back on the mossy ground in each others arms.

They continued to kiss for nearly a half hour until finally they broke apart and sat up staring at each other in amazement. Robert stood and from his backpack took a light blanket that he carried because he often spent a night in the woods on these hikes. He spread it on the ground and pulling Maggie to her feet he kissed her again.

"I know this doesn't make sense, we have not seen each other in years and we don't really know each other but right now I want to make love to you more than I can tell you." Robert looked into her eyes expecting rejection or caution. Instead she smiled.


"Please, make love to me Robert. I want this very much too. " Maggie stepped back and unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide from her shoulders to the ground. Robert pulled his Henley shirt off over his head and dropped it. As they removed the rest of their clothing they stood two feet apart and stared at each other. 

Maggie saw his cock hard and standing up from his body in lust for her. It was probably a little over six inches long but looked thick and inviting to her. Robert could see her bushy pubic hair and saw that it was wet and shiny around her slit. The long kissing session had excited both of them greatly.

They sank to their knees facing each other and leaned in until their lips were touching again. Finally their hands came to explore each others bodies. Robert cupped her breasts and felt the hardness of her nipples. Maggie moaned as he took her nipples between thumb and forefingers and rolled them gently. 

Maggie slid her hands down to take Robert's cock in both hands. She gently massaged it and heard his groan of pleasure. "I am afraid you have me so excited that I won't last long, " he said.

"Are you in a hurry? " she teased, "I want you to cum hard and quick for me and then I will get you hard again and we can take our time."

As she lay back, she felt Robert take one of her nipples into his mouth. Her breasts were smaller than his wife's had been, but her nipples and areolas were much larger and very aroused and hard. He tongued her nipples gently until she urged him to suck harder. She felt him slip down from her breast kissing and licking her stomach until he found the fine light hair below her navel.

Robert ran his tongue down the line of fine hair until the thicker hair covering her pussy met his tongue. She expected him to pull back and wished now she had kept it shaved because she wanted to feel his mouth so much. 

Robert didn't pause long. He savored the musky smell coming from her wet pussy and burrowed his nose into the thick sweet smelling hair.  As his tongue found her slit he used his fingers to open it and ran his tongue down and then back up the length of her lips tasting her sweet juices. At the top of his stroke his tongue found her clit protruding from its sheath and he stopped to flick it with the tip of his tongue gently.

Maggie arched her back in pleasure and as she did Robert slipped two fingers inside her steaming pussy. With his mouth over her clit he began to flick it back and forth as he slid his fingers deeply inside her and then out again. He curved them to find the spot deep inside and under her clit that some women find so much pleasure from having stroked. He was rewarded with a loud groan and then hard thrusting into his face as her cries were loud and she orgasmed deeply.

Robert sucked her clit and lashed it with his tongue causing her to thrust harder into his mouth as his fingers fucked her deeply. He was sure every animal in a mile radius had been frightened by her cries of passion. When she finally relaxed and lay back panting her felt her hands push his head back from her pussy and he understood that she was too sensitive for contact for a while.

Robert slid up to take her in his arms and was surprised as she hungrily kissed him and tasted her own juices from his wet mouth. They kiss and danced with their tongues for several minutes and finally parted, both out of breath. They lay there panting in each others arms with Roberts hard cock nestled in Maggie's thick pubic hair.

Maggie felt his hard drooling cock and slipped her hand down to grasp it. She loved the way it felt, like silk over steel and then slid her hand through her own juices and used the slickness to stroke him.  "I won't last long if you keep that up." he said.

"Just long enough to cum in my mouth I hope. " she said as she slipped down to take the head of his cock into her mouth as she stroked his hard shaft with both hands. Maggie loved the feel of his cock and the slightly salty taste in her mouth. She moved to a better position and they wound up laying facing each other reversed side by side. Robert found her pussy inches from his face and as she felt him pressing his face to her wet fur again she raised her leg to give him access.

As she sucked the head of his cock and stroked his shaft Robert leaned in to lick the length of her pussy gathering a tasty tongue full of her juices. He felt her shudder and moan around his cock and on his next lick he inserted his tongue deeply into her pussy. She shuddered and he felt her hands move away from his cock as she took most of its length into her mouth and he felt the head drive into her throat.




Maggie



Maggie gagged but continued to stroke his cock moaning with the pleasure his mouth was giving her. She began to fuck his cock with her mouth as her hands stroked his wet shaft to give him maximum pleasure. She felt his licks at her pussy slow and then stop as he began giving little thrusts into her mouth and she knew he was close.

Maggie began to suck harder and to use her tongue around the head and upper shaft of his cock with every stroke. She gently twisted her hands in a spiral motion on his cock and as she felt the first throbbing spurt of cum hitting the back of her mouth she felt his mouth clamp tightly over her clit.

As his orgasm stormed to the surface Robert had buried his face in the thick hair of her pussy and found his mouth around her clit which he began sucking and tonguing hard as he thrust himself into Maggie's hot mouth. He moaned and groaned and then cried out loudly as he felt her pussy shudder and heard Maggie cry out around his cock. His cock shot ropes of thick cum into her mouth and he felt as if she were trying to suck more out of him as he came harder than he had in many years. 

Maggie felt her own orgasm begin the second Robert's did and when he began sucking her clit she thought she would pass out from the pure pleasure of it. She eagerly drank his cum and knew he was doing the same with her thick juices. They shuddered and thrust together until both were totally drained. They lay there with their mouths still pressed against the other until finally she turned and slid up alongside Robert and gently and deeply kissed him.

Robert tasted his own cum and hers mixed and felt his deflating cock twitch and jump at the exciting tastes. Finally they just lay there with their lips touching and sharing their breaths as they relaxed after the intense release they had shared. Each played with the others lips with their tongues and they tenderly kissed often.

After a while their breathing slowed and they lay there enjoying the sunset. Robert reached for a water bottle and they took turns drinking deeply as if trying to quickly replenish their lost bodily fluids. Robert then reached into his pack and took out a cell phone. He explained that he had to call the nature preserve's office to explain the two cars left in the parking lot. He knew they would recognize his little SUV but might search for her.

Robert explained that he had come across a hiker who was running behind schedule and would escort her out of the area after dark. The ranger, a semi-retired forestry employee, thanked him.

Robert and Maggie lay there in each others arms until the beautiful sunset was over. He looked down and saw tears in her eyes in the fading light of dusk. He caught one with his fingertip and asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing is wrong, for the first time in years I feel very right. I am happy." she said holding him close. Robert realized he felt the same way and held her naked body against his own and pulled the blanket up around them. As the light faded further he took their packs and the blanket and led Maggie farther over the hill to a sheltered area under a rock bluff. 

He took stacked firewood from a large pile and using smaller sticks and grass and a match from his pack soon had a cheerful fire going in a small stone fire-pit. Maggie saw him take a large heavy hunting knife which was strapped to the outside of his pack and he quickly cut some small limbs from a juniper tree growing close by and filled a depression in the rock with them. 

Within minutes he had his waterproof groundsheet out of his pack and they were comfortably snuggling under his blanket and warmed by the cheerful fire. "I didn't realize I was with Daniel Boone, " she said as she snuggled her still naked body comfortably into his.

"I love being out here, and I just know how to be comfortable. I volunteer out here and the rangers all know me. I helped to stock this firewood for times like this."

Maggie and Robert sat in the darkening woods and held each other until dusk had faded to darkness. The light from the fire reflecting from the curved rock bluff above and around them made their little camp cheerful. They began to talk again and this time they shared their pain. Robert told her of losing his wife and the two long years of fighting her cancer before she finally passed away. He told her he had loved his wife dearly and missed her every day and she knew he spoke the truth.

Maggie began to tell Robert about her unhappy marriage and her unfaithful husband. As she talked she sat up and pulled mostly away from him without realizing it, breaking contact with him as she thought of her husband's treachery. When she finished talking she lit a cigarette and sat smoking it as he lay back and watched her against the firelight.

Robert admired her well kept body and ran his eye over the outline of her breasts and body. They sat quietly for a time with her smoking and him holding her hand and gently rubbing her fingers. "I am sorry I brought the mood so far down, " she said, "but it did feel good to get it all out."

"I felt the same way when I told you about my troubles, it felt so good to tell someone about it," he said, meaning every word.  "I trust you and I thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

Maggie took a last long deep drag from her cigarette and reached to drop it in the fire. He watched as she exhaled the white smoke slowly into the air and then drank from her water bottle. From her backpack she took out gum and placed a stick in her mouth. He found he even loved watching her chew the gum as she stared into the fire.

Finally, as if shaking off a burden, Maggie shivered and sank back into Robert's arms. "Please make love to me Robert."

Robert kissed her deeply, tasting the spearmint and tobacco smoke and the slight taste of her pussy and his cock as he tongued her mouth.  She pulled him over until hie was lying almost on top of her and he raised up to kneel between her wide open legs. Maggie lay back with her arms above her head as if giving herself to him completely.

Robert paused as he looked down and took in her beautiful body lit by the dancing flames of the fire. He loved her large areolas and nipples and the stark contrast of her dark pubic and underarm hair against her light skin. Robert eased forward until the bulbous head of his cock was pressed against the wet lips of her pussy. He felt her shudder at the contact.

He hesitated for a moment wanting the moments to last and then very slowly eased the head of his cock past her opening into the wet heat inside her. She shuddered again and he saw that her nipples were rock hard and she had goosebumps on her breasts. He pressed further and his cock slowly slid into her canal as if they were made to be a perfect fit together. He stopped his slow push only when their pubic bones were tightly sealed together.

Robert then lowered down to kiss her deeply and felt her tongue anxiously meet his as she whimpered with pleasure. He began a very slow withdrawal from her and felt her spread her legs even wider. When just the head of his cock was still inside her impossibly hot pussy he slid it back in, a little faster this time.

Robert was again rewarded with a whimper from her and her hips rose to meet him. He began a slow thrusting always withdrawing almost completely and then sliding back to the hilt. Soon he could hear the sloppy wet sounds of his cock as he stroked it in and out of her.

Maggie was whimpering and thrusting with each stroke. Robert continued thrusting his slow deep strokes for five minutes and then ten and finally they had been fucking for over fifteen minutes and the entire time Maggie had whimpered and shuddered beneath him. She had been having orgasms every few minutes and each one was feeling deeper and more intense.

Robert looked down and saw that even in the cool night air she was sweating. Her breasts were damp and mottle in red as was her neck. He knew it was the red "blush" of orgasm since he had seen it in his wife many times in the past. Robert leaned down to suck one of her impossibly hard nipples into his mouth. He was rewarded with a deep loud groan as he tongued it and felt it's bumps with the tip of his tongue. Maggie thrust harder onto his cock with each stroke now. 

Liking the salty taste of the breast he licked over to the other one and was again rewarded with her low deep moan of pleasure. On impulse he ran his tongue to the hollow under her arm and slicked down the long silky hair there.  He liked the feel of it but raised again above her and began to thrust harder and faster, knowing she was close to a big orgasm.

Maggie began to thrust back and was groaning loudly with each thrust. "Oh baby, please fuck me harder, harder, HARDER ..." came from her mouth in a near scream.

Robert began to slam into her as fast as he could. At the end of each stroke was a loud slapping noise and Maggie now began crying out loudly as she humped her body into his always wanting more.  Robert felt his own orgasm approaching and when Maggie went into overdrive and was convulsing against his genitals and crying the loudest he began to shoot ropes of his hot cum deep into her open pussy. 

Maggie felt Robert cum and thrust even harder as she met each of his thrusts with her own.  Finally they sank into each others arms breathing hard and holding each others sweating bodies tightly. Pulling the blanket close around them they fell into a deep sleep in each others arms.

They awoke hours later. The full moon was high and even though their fire had burned out there was a soft light in their camp. They kissed and cuddled for a while and then pulled on their clothing and shoes. Taking their packs they walked hand in hand back to the moonlit trail. Maggie was amazed at how sure Robert was of everything he did and with little wasted effort.

They walked without talking. Maggie had things she wanted to say but sensed that Robert wanted to listen to the forest sounds as they moved along. They paused often to listen. When they finally reached the parking lot Robert's car was closer and they went there first.

"Robert, am I going to see you again?" she asked nervously. After the experience of her marriage she didn't know what to expect and was afraid this was going to be a one time thing.

"Well, " he said shyly, "I was kind of hoping not to end this 'date' of ours so soon."

"Date? Is that what this is? What do you have in mind?" she asked,

"Would you like to come home with me, spend the rest of the night and then let me cook breakfast for you in the morning?" he said. "An then maybe spend the day with me and keep getting to know each other again. I .... I ..... uh.."

"I would like that very much Robert, I don't want this night to ever end." she said looking up into his suddenly blushing face.

Robert wrote a note explaining her car for the rangers and they drove away with his arm around Maggie and both of them happy for the first time in years.



Maggie



Thank you to Angel Love for editing my story.

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"Maggie, It's Mr. Safran. I was wondering if you could babysit tonight. Sorry it's short notice, but my wife is out of town, and I have a dinner to go to for work. Would you be able to come over and watch Sarah for a little bit?"

"Of course Mr. Safran. What time do you want me to be there," Maggie asked. She didn't have any plans. The cute 19 year old was on summer break from college and was looking for a job to earn some money. She didn't have a boyfriend, because boys her age seemed so immature. She did, however, have a crush on Justin Safran. 

"How about seven o'clock? I will be out late, so you may want to spend the night. Let me make sure that's okay with your mom." After talking to Maggie's mother, Justin hung up the phone then went to pack up Sarah's things. His wife was out of town, but Justin didn't have a dinner engagement. He wanted to turn Maggie into his own personal slut. He wanted more kids, but his wife couldn't have any more kids, so his plan was to knock up Maggie, and then when she was pregnant, and her mother kicked her out of the house, Justin had an apartment near his office for her to live and raise his children. 

Justin dropped Sarah off at his mother's and then came home to prepare his bedroom for Maggie's impregnation. He got a few vibrators out, and some condoms (which he put holes in), and some rope to tie her to the bed. He didn't know how she would respond to his seduction, but he had some wine for her to loosen up. 

At seven o'clock sharp, Maggie rang the doorbell. Justin answered the door and took her duffel bag from her shoulder. He told her to have a seat on the couch while he put her bag in the guest room. On his way back to the living room, he stopped in the kitchen to pour two glasses of wine. He gave one glass to Maggie and sat down next to her on the couch. 

"Maggie, I have a little confession to make . . . I didn't need you to babysit. Sarah is at my mom's. I actually find you very attractive, and wanted to spend some time alone with you."

Maggie couldn't believe it. Mr. Safran thought she was attractive. Her cheeks reddened, and she took a sip of her wine. "I like you, too," Maggie whispered. She took another sip of wine, and realized the glass was empty. How did she finish that glass so fast?

Justin got up and brought the bottle of wine from the kitchen. He poured her another glass. She wasn't quite ready for his moves, yet, but she was getting close. "So, do you have a boyfriend," Justin asked his sweet little teenager.

Maggie leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little more relaxed, and replied, "no, I don't. I always thought boys my age were too immature." She uncrossed her legs to reveal more of her delicious thighs. 

Justin moved a little closer to Maggie. "Have you ever had sex, Maggie," he questioned. He let his hand fall onto her knee, and he started to rub her thigh. 

Maggie's legs opened a little wider. "No. I wanted my first time to be with someone with some experience . . . someone like you." Justin's hand wandered up higher on Maggie's leg as he leaned over to kiss her. The kiss was gentle at first, but became rougher the longer it lasted. While they were kissing, Justin moved his hand under Maggie's skirt, and felt a thong, which he easily moved aside so his fingers could start playing with her moist slit. 

Maggie was enjoying the kiss and couldn't believe this was happening. She had wanted this for so long, but didn't think it would happen as long as Mr. Safran was married. She hoped he had condoms, because the only thing she didn't want was to get pregnant. She had plans for her future, and didn't want them ruined. As Mr. Safran's one hand played with her slit, his other hand started unbuttoning her blouse. Once he had it unbuttoned, he asked Maggie to remove her blouse and bra. Once her upper body was bared, Justin started licking and biting Maggie's left tit while his free hand massaged her right breast. Maggie was getting really moist and she could feel something building in the pit of her stomach. Justin kept playing with Maggie's tits and slit. He found her clit and started massaging that relentlessly which pushed Maggie over the edge.

"OH MY GOD . . . I THINK I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Justin could feel her juices wash over his hand as he continued to massage her clit. Once she started coming down from her orgasm, his lips moved up to meet hers in a tongue tangling kiss. "Get out of the rest of your clothes . . . NOW" Justin screamed. It was now time to teach her who was boss. 

Maggie was a little frightened by his tone of voice, but did as she was told. While she was getting out of her clothes, Mr. Safran unfastened his jeans and slid them down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Then he positioned his cock at Maggie's mouth. She had never seen a penis before, and Mr. Safran's was so big. She didn't think it would fit in her vagina, let alone her mouth. 

Justin grabbed hold of Maggie's hair, and pulled back to force her to open her mouth. Once her mouth was opened, he shoved his cock inside. "Suck it bitch. Lick it up and down and suck it like it was a lollipop," he instructed. 

Once she started to get the hang of it, he started pistoning his cock in and out of her mouth. He could feel his cock going down her throat and loved the feeling of being deep throated. He could tell Maggie was gagging, and instructed her to breath through her nose. "Play with my balls, my sweet little slut. You're my little slut, aren't you? You're enjoying this?" 

His hand reached down to play with Maggie's cunt again, and this time he inserted a finger into her tight little love box. Justin could feel the cum building in his balls. The more she played with his balls, the stronger the feeling got. He couldn't hold it anymore, and he erupted into Maggie's throat. She was forced to swallow his cum. 

Mr. Safran pulled his soft cock out of Maggie's sore mouth. Justin continued fingering her hole until she had another orgasm. While she was still on the high from her orgasm, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. He placed her on his bed, and then proceeded to tie her wrists and ankles to the bed posts. He then placed a pillow under her ass. Maggie started to scream, and struggle against the restraints. 

"What have I gotten myself into," she thought. Justin didn't expect the screaming, and bent over to kiss her to keep the screaming down. He forced his tongue deep into her mouth while his hand reached for the drawer next to his bed and he pulled out a ball gag. Once she was silenced, Justin laid down on the bed in between her legs, and started to lick up and down her slit. His hands roamed up to her tits to massage them while his tongue penetrated her sweet little canal. She could tell she was close to cumming, and he was hard again, so he pulled away from her and moved up her body to bite and lick her hardened nipples. 

Maggie had calmed down, and wasn't squirming as much. "That's my girl. I know you'll enjoy everything I will ever do to you. You will soon be marked as my little slut. You will never be with another man as long as I live, unless I approve. Your cunt is mine, and only mine. I will own you, and you will do everything I say. If I want to get you pregnant, you will get pregnant. If I want to fuck your sweet little ass, I will fuck your ass. If I want one of my friends to fuck you, they will fuck you. Do you understand that?" Maggie nodded her head. 

"Good, my dear. Tomorrow, you will go home. When your mom finds out you're pregnant, she will throw you out of the house. At that time, you will move into an apartment that I will have set up for you near my office. You will be ready for me, morning, noon and night. I'm going to remove this gag from you now, so you can suck my cock back into shape so I can fuck your little cunt and knock you up." Justin released the gag, and replaced it with his cock. Maggie was becoming an outstanding cocksucker.  

While he was pushing his cock in and out of Maggie's mouth, he reached down to rub her clit to get her ready for his fucking. Maggie soon worked his cock back up to full mast, and he climbed in between her legs, and positioned his cock in front of her entrance. 

"Beg me for it, you little whore, beg me." 

"Please fuck me, Mr. Safran, please fuck me with your rock hard cock." Maggie couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth. He had turned her into a cock hungry slut. She felt her cunt aching to be penetrated. "I have to have your cock. Please fill me up." 

Justin needed no further encouragement and slammed his cock into her cunt, breaking through her hymen. Maggie screamed out in pain, as she became a woman. Justin stopped to let her adjust for a minute, and then slowly started to pump in and out of her cunt. "Oh, you are so tight, Maggie. I love your tight, hot cunt," he whispered into her ear. 

"Oh, Mr. Safran, please fill me up with your cum. I want to carry your baby. I want to be your personal slut. You made me your whore." Maggie's hips were bucking to meet Justin's thrusts. She couldn't get enough of his cock inside of her. 

Soon, Justin couldn't hold back anymore. The dirty words coming out of Maggie's mouth, and the tight cunt hugging his cock were too much for him. He slammed into Maggie's cunt one last time, and unloaded a ton of cum into the fertile womb. 

When his cock stopped pouring out cum, Justin collapsed on top of Maggie. After his softened cock slipped out of her cunt, he rolled to her side. He untied her hands and ankles, then settled in to lay beside her. His hand started rubbing her stomach. "This is where my baby will soon be growing," he said before kissing her. "I want you in every way imaginable. Rest for now my darling, and I'll have you a few more times before I send you home tomorrow."

Justin and Maggie fell asleep in each others arms . . . until he woke up to Maggie sucking his cock.

To be continued . . . 



Maggie



Maggie awoke to the sound of her alarm buzzing. She reached over and slapped the button to make the buzzer stop. She sat up and stretched her arms wide, then pushed her white satin quilt down to the end of the bed and threw her legs over the edge. Her slippers were exactly in the right spot and her feet easily slipped into them.

She rose from the bed, stretched again and then quickly made her bed before heading into the bathroom. As she made her way to the bathroom, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, a chill went down her back. She felt as though someone was watching her, but she knew that was impossible, everyone else in the house was still sleeping and her drapes were closed. She shook off the feeling as she had and went on about her morning business. 

She surveyed herself in the mirror, noticing her eyes seemed really puffy today. She'd had a restless night's sleep and had woken many times, though she was unsure as to why. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, swishing the mouthwash between her teeth for a minute, then spitting it out and rinsing out the sink. Walking to her closet, she pulled out her jogging pants, sliding them up her legs to her hips, and then tossing aside her silk night gown, she pulled on her bra and a t-shirt. She sat on the end of her bed, pulled on her socks and sneakers and stretched a bit. 

Maggie had only recently taken up running in the mornings. She was adamant about getting back into shape and was now starting to feel better about her figure. She'd watched the few extra pounds she's gained over the prior few years start to come off and she was pleased with herself. "Just a little further to go" she would tell herself when she would stand on the scale. 

As she started out the door, she felt that same feeling again, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and she felt like she was being watched. Rolling her eyes at herself once again, she locked the door and headed down the footpath to the local park where she ran every morning. 

The sun had just begun to show its self through the night sky as she started her laps around the park. She had a very set routine and never deviated from it. She put her headphones in her ears and turned up her music. She loved to blast her music while she ran; it kept her motivated and moving. After her run, she headed back to her apartment, showered and dressed for the day. A white blouse, black skirt, nylons and sensible heels were her choice clothes for the day. She loved the way the blouse fell over her body, slimming her and accentuating her curves. 

Several times during the day, she felt that same feeling, as though someone was watching her. She wondered if she was losing her mind, if the long hours at work were starting to make her paranoid. She'd been chatting on a fantasy chat site for a couple weeks; it must have been that site getting to her. She decided to stay away from the site for a while. Fantasies were all well and good, but it was obvious to her she was spending too much time thinking about them. During her lunch hour, she went to the same Deli she always went to, having the same salad. She was definitely a woman of habits, keeping to her routine like clockwork every day. She was so predictable; she often wondered how she became this person. She used to be the life of the party, always ready to have some fun, shake things up a little bit. Since she'd changed careers, something in her had changed. 

The day dragged on and she found herself nearly running behind leaving the office. She always left at precisely 6 p.m. even if she had to take work home with her. She left the office and for a moment, swore there was someone following her. She rushed to her car, quickly jumping in and locking the doors. She revved the motor a little too quickly, out of fear and scared herself. "Girl, you are losing your mind!" She told herself as she put her car into gear and backed out of her parking space. Her drive home was short, but the entire time, she was thinking about her day, work, friends and all her responsibilities. Sometimes it was just all too much to have to be so controlled all the time. There were days she wished someone else would take control, even if just for a few brief moments!

She arrived home, parked her car and headed for her apartment. She was still a little wary of the feelings she'd had all day that she was being watched, so she quickly stepped into her apartment and bolted the door behind her without turning on her hall light. She laid her keys on the table next to the door and went to flip the switch to turn on the hall lights. Nothing happened. "Dammit, the bulb must have burned out" she muttered to herself as she walked down the hallway towards her bedroom. 

As she stepped into her room, someone grabbed her from behind, she gasped and tried to get away but his hand quickly covered her mouth, his arm around her waist, holding her body tight against his. She tried to bite his hand, but he held too tight. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding so hard she thought her head would explode. 

"Don't make a sound, don't fight me. If you behave, you will live to see tomorrow." The assailant growled into her ear. His hot breath on her skin sent a shiver up her spine. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and began to cry. She began sobbing, but tried to hold back. She didn't want him to know how deathly afraid she was, but she knew it's what he was trying to do, scare her. She'd heard all the stories about men like this and knew she wasn't likely to live through this experience. 

"Now listen very carefully. Are you listening?" He growled. She was too scared to move, she couldn't move, she could barely breathe. "Are you listening?" He demanded. She shook her head yes, slowly. 

"I am going to take my hand away from your mouth, if you scream, I will kill you, if you try to run, I will kill you, now, do you understand?" She simply shook her head and his hand fell away from her mouth. He still held tight to her waist, and then moved her, pushing her body hard against the wall. As he pushed her against the wall, his body slammed into hers. Her head hit the wall and a gasp escaped her lips. 

As his body held hers against the wall, he slowly pulled a knife from his pocket. She began sobbing again, uncontrollably. "QUIET!" He demanded. With one quick motion, he used the knife to strip the buttons from her blouse and slice the front of her bra. With that, she tried to wriggle away from him, push him off, her hands were still free and she felt the will to fight with all her strength. As she struggled to free herself from him, he quickly placed the knife back into his pocket and grabbed both her hands; he held them above her head while he pulled someone else from his pocket. He quickly turned her body so her chest was pressing against the wall and pulled her hands behind her back. He wrapped the zip tie around her hands firmly, but not so tight that it cut off her circulation. 

He moved her onto her bed and pushed her backwards. She fell against her bed as he quickly pushed her further onto the bed so her legs were still hanging, but her back was supported. It was at that moment she knew what he'd come here for and she was not going to give up easily. He was going to have his way with her, rape her, and probably kill her, but she knew she wasn't going to die without a fight. 

"Are you afraid?" He grumbled. Again, all she could do was nod "yes." 

"Listen to me; I am not going to kill you. I have been watching you, seeing you every day. I have admired you from afar. I know you, and I know what you want. You want this. You want me to control you, to own you, to do anything and everything with you. I'm going to have my way with you and I am going to make you enjoy it. Do you understand what I'm telling you Maggie?" His voice was hoarse, deep and raspy. 

"I, I understand" she stammered.

Slowly, he unzipped and removed her skirt, pulling off her heels as he did so. He pulled her nylons off so fast she heard their tear. She felt so exposed, her nude body lay out before him, and it was then that she noticed the candles burning in her room. She knew she hadn't left them burning when she'd left for work that morning. He must have lit them, in an attempt to what? Make his sexual assault romantic? 

He pushed her further back onto the bed; she laid, exposed as he reached over and retrieved some black fabric from next to her on the bed. He pushed her ankles up to where she could feel them nearly against her ass and made quick work of tying them into that position, completely exposing her pussy to him. She found herself scared but also, a little turned on by this assault. Once he'd finished tying the knots he looked down at her. 

She watched his hands begin to explore her body, running them up from her ankles, to her inner thighs, and then to her waist, and then her breasts. Her nipples were hard from the cold in the apartment, or was that something else? He rolled one nipple between his thumb and index finger, and then the other, pinching; she tried again to pull away, but to no avail. She wasn't getting out of this. As her mind began racing again, she felt his warm, moist tongue run across one nipple then the other. She felt herself become moist. She couldn't believe she was getting turned on by this, how could she like what he was doing? This man was sexually assaulting her, he was taking her without her permission and she shouldn't enjoy it and it shouldn't turn her on. 

Her back arched, against her will, to push her nipples into his mouth as she did this, she felt his fingers slide down to her clit, which by now, was starting to throb ever so slightly. His fingers massaged her clit, and slowly, he slid one finger into her pussy. 

"Oh hell yeah, you are enjoying me taking you, aren't you? You want me to abuse you, to take you, to make you my whore." He groaned. With that said, he slipped a second, then a third finger into her tight pussy. It stung, but only for a moment, the aggressiveness of his pressure inside her pussy. He started pumping his fingers into her, harder and harder, getting her worked up. She could feel her juices running down her ass onto her bed. He slowly slipped his 4th finger into her pussy, making her gasp from the sheer force he was exuding on her. His thumb kept thumping into her clit as he continued working his fingers inside her. 

"I know you Maggie, I know you want your pussy filled with a man's hand, I know what you want and I'm going to give it to you." He groaned and she could hear his arousal in his voice. "How, how could he know about that fantasy, no one knew about that, no one!" The thoughts running through her head amazed her. He had to know her from that chat room, that was the only place she discussed her fantasies, her desire to have someone take her, hard, to fill her full of a man's hand, this man must have stalked her from the internet. She'd brought this on herself. "OH God, he knows about all my fantasies." She shivered at the thought. 

As his fingers kept pounding inside her, she felt his mouth on her clit, his tongue swirling around the hard nub, she was getting excited and turned on by his assault and she wanted to get away, but at the same time, she wanted to let him play this out. A fantasy fulfilled by a stranger, a stalker, raping her, abusing her body, but at the same time ....

At that moment, she felt herself stretched farther than she'd ever been stretched anymore, it burned, she was nearly screaming when he slammed his entire hand into her tight, wet pussy. She couldn't breathe, it hurt so badly, but at the same time, it felt so good. He fucked her pussy with his hand, his mouth tight on her clit, she knew she was going to orgasm, and he could feel it too, with that, he rammed his hand deep into her and she felt her juices quirt all over him and her, dribbling down her thighs, down her ass, becoming a puddle on her bed. She pushed her hips hard against his hand, taking him as deep as her body would allow. Her body shook as the orgasm seemed to last minutes, rather than seconds, her squeals of pleasure giving him ammunition to continue. 

He knew she was enjoying his attack on her body. He chuckled to himself, smiling beneath his mask. He wanted to reveal himself to her, but, he was enjoying her fear combined with her pleasure. He had to continue with his plans. He'd spent a long time planning this, planning to fulfill her fantasy, to show her who he was. He'd seen her every day for months, joined the chat room she spent time in just to spend time with her. He passed her every morning when she ran and she didn't even know he existed. Now she would know and maybe, just maybe, this attack on her would be forgotten and she would find him to be what she wanted and needed in a man. His thoughts raced as he continued pushing his hand deep into her pussy, feeling her muscles contract around his hand as she came. 

Her attacker slowly pulled his hand back, rubbing her pussy and clit with his soaked hand. Her body was still shaking, she'd never cum that hard before, her lips felt numb and her head ached from lack of oxygen. Maggie had an odd problem, when she came, she could never breathe. So far she'd managed to avoid passing out, but this assault, this ... what was it? It wasn't really rape if she was enjoying it, was it? She almost wished he'd force his hand back into her pussy, it had hurt, but felt so good, and she wanted it again. 

He stood above her, rubbing her clit with his fingers, sliding a finger in and out of her pussy, then, with a sudden thrust, she felt him force two fingers into her ass. She gasped and pulled away a little, but, he wasn't having any of that, he used his other hand to hold her in place as he started finger fucking her ass, the two fingers slipping in and out of her. She felt herself beginning to relax and enjoy what he was doing, against her will, her hips began pressing against his fingers, pushing them into her. 

"Um, you like your tight little ass fucked don't you Maggie?" His voice wasn't so harsh now, he sounded almost ... tender? She didn't answer, but he already knew. He was touching her, feeling her, pleasuring her in a way she'd only ever fantasized about and she knew he was going to push her to every extreme. With the thought running through her mind, she felt him stretch her further and add a 3rd finger to her ass, turning his hand so his thumb kept thumping against her clit, then sliding his thumb into her pussy. She groaned in pleasure as he continued this. She wanted him to take her, wanted to feel his cock, she couldn't help herself, but she wanted this attacker!

For a moment, he stopped. He looked at her and then stepped away. He slowly removed his jeans, exposing his erect cock. It was nicely proportioned, not too big, but definitely not small. She squirmed out of nervousness. It was one thing to give in and let this attacker take her by hand, but this was different. He strode back over to the bed and quickly drove his face back into her pussy, licking, sucking, biting, pressing hard against her erect little clit, quickly working his fingers in and out of her pussy, then moving them down and working her ass again. Finally, when she thought she was near to the point of explosion, he briefly stopped and looked at her. "Now, I'm going to give you something you will never forget." His voice almost sounded like he was laughing. With that, he reached over and pulled one of her vibrators from her side table drawer. She knew he must have searched her apartment before she got home. She watched him use a bottle of lube from the drawer and pour it onto his hand, rubbing it against her ass and onto the dildoe, she felt the tip of the dildoe against her ass, she tried to pull away, that was a thick dildoe and the idea of him, any man controlling that penetrating her body scared her, yet, she found herself wondering ...

Without further hesitation, he gently slipped the dildoe into her ass, slowly, gently at first, while his mouth found her clit again. It felt good, his tongue on her clit, the dildoe in her ass, she was starting to rock in rhythm with his motions, as she began to move with his thrusts, and suddenly he forced several fingers into her pussy. She gasped as her body quivered and she came again. It felt as good as she had fantasized, her body being double penetrated, she couldn't help but want his cock. As she found herself lost in her thoughts and the pleasure, she felt him pull away and almost whined. He made quick work of untying her ankles and turning her over, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He stood on his knees behind her and she felt him slip the dildoe back into her ass, her body shook with pleasure as his fingers found her clit and he started massaging her clit while he pounded her ass with the dildoe. 

Just as she felt herself ready to explode again, she felt his hips press against her ass and his cock push its way into her sopping wet pussy. With the dildoe in her ass, pushed as deep as he could manage it, he began slipping his cock deep into her, pounding her, pleasuring her, his pressure keeping the dildoe in her ass, and moving it in time with his cock. She pushed her hips back against his, keeping rhythm with his movements, it felt incredible, and her whole body was aching! She wanted this, needed it and was enjoying this attack, this sexual assault, this stranger. 

His hands slipped up to her neck, gently wrapping one around her throat, the other on her shoulder, pulling her into him as he pushed himself into her, his movements started becoming faster and faster, pounding her pussy and her ass both at the same time, she didn't know how much more she could take. She was becoming sore, but it felt so good at the same time. This continued, on and on he went. He had so much stamina, he just kept going and going, she wasn't sure he was going to climax, but she was at the point where she wanted him to, she wanted him to feel as good as she did. She couldn't resist the urge to shout out to him and did.

"OMG, I don't care who the fuck you are, fuck me, finishing me, you feel so damned good!" His grip on her throat tightened a little turning her on even more. Finally, she felt his cock stiffen, the vein filling with his steamy hot cum and she felt herself become more turned on knowing he was about to pulsate his juices deep inside her pussy. He stopped! He pulled the dildoe from her ass and replaced it with his hard cock. It stretched her more, the burning tingle hurting only for a moment as he began pumping, hard, deep, her body moving in time with his. He held her throat with one hand as he reached down and began stroking her clit, then sliding his fingers into her pussy, then back to stroking her clit. That was all it took, she started to cum again. He egged her on "Yeah baby, come on, cum hard for me." He words seared into her mind as she finally began to explode, feeling his cock thicken and him begin to cum in her ass. As he came, his cock pushed so deeply into her that it pushed her flat onto the bed, his body on top of hers, her still cuming, another long orgasm, her juices flowing down her thighs, all over her bed. 

Once he felt that she had finished cuming, he gently removed his cock from her body. Standing up and turning her over. He looked down at her and he knew it was time to reveal him to her. She had to know. He was in love with her and had been for so long now. He needed her to know, even if she turned him in to the police, he'd given her a fantasy he knew no one else had given her and she had liked it. 

She watched him, longing to know who he was. She didn't care how this began, she needed to know who had sought her out, looked for her, found her based on her words on a computer screen. As these thoughts ran through her mind, she watched him slowly remove the mask he was wearing. She gasped when she saw who it was, almost dumbfounded. He had said earlier he knew her, wanted her, and she'd had no idea this guy even knew she existed!




Maggie



She couldn't speak, she just stammered. 

"I'm sorry I took you this way Maggie, but you didn't even know I existed and I have wanted and loved you from afar for so very long. I found out about your chat room, I read your every word, I wanted to give you everything you wanted." He blurted out.

"I never knew Jack, I had no clue you knew I existed!" As she stammered out those words, he cut the zip tie from her wrists; he'd nearly forgotten he'd tied her hands behind her back. Once her hands were free, Maggie pushed herself up from the bed, sitting on her knees; she reached for him, pulling him to her and looking into his eyes. She looked into his eyes, as if she was searching for something. All she could see what his passion for her. She pulled him closer and gently placed her lips against his, his lips parted and their tongues danced together, his arms wrapped around her, as hers around him.



Maggie



This was taking a lot of work. Jim sighed as he looked around at his grandmother's house, now empty of life since her death three months past. His mother had gone back to her home in the east, leaving Jim and his sister Maggie to deal with disposing of all the old lady's stuff. The house had been full to the brim. 

"Well, we're beating it down," sighed Maggie as she wiped her brow. At forty-five she was still a fine looking woman. She worked at staying fit; they both did. "You take the attic, Jim, and I'll do the guest bedroom, I've already got the master bedroom cleaned out and freshened up for the next folks. That should finish the lion's share of it."

"Ok, deal, let me know when it is time for a union break, and I'll take you out for coffee."

"It's a date," she laughed. "Now off you go."

Jim headed for the steep narrow stairs that led up to the attic. He forced his nearly fifty year old knees to make the climb, but they didn't like it. He got the one dim bulb lit, then began poking through the piles and piles of stuff. Locating an empty box, he began to fill it with old books and journals. One fell from his fingers then lay open on the floor. He recognized Maggie's handwriting.

"Maggie's old diaries," he mused as he picked it up, and in spite of his better judgment, began to read.

"Dear Diary,

Today is my seventeenth birthday, but I didn't get what I wanted, not even close. I know I shouldn't have the hots for my brother, but I do. He is so perfect, and I want him so badly it hurts. I practically threw myself at him, but I think I must have scared him, because he made a feeble excuse and hid in his room. What I really wanted was to give him my virginity, but instead, all I got was ignored. Why doesn't he think I'm attractive, all the other guys seem to? Oh well, I have another month before he leaves for college, maybe I'll get lucky."

Jim's palms were sweaty, and he glanced around guiltily before reading another page.

"Dear Diary,

Well, I bombed again. I don't know what else to do. I love Jimmy so much, but he doesn't seem interested in me at all. What's wrong with me? Why doesn't he want to fuck me?"

Jim swallowed hard, then turned another page. It was more of the same. She had kept trying until he'd left for college. Maggie never knew how badly he wanted her, just as he had never know how badly she wanted him. He just thought she was teasing him, trying out her equipment with someone who was safe. How wrong he had been. 

He read on, finding where she'd given her virginity to the first guy who wanted it after he'd left home. It had not been fun for her, and she had gone a long time before trying again. Jim flipped a few pages, reading only scraps, but the theme was the same, even into her failed marriage. Maggie had only ever wanted the one man she could not have.

"What the heck is so interesting?" Her voice sounded close behind him, and he jumped up, dropping the book to the floor. "What the??? My old diaries? You read my diaries? Oh my god, you read my diaries." Maggie flushed beet red and fled the attic.

Jim hurried after her, and caught up to her in the kitchen. "Maggie, I am so sorry. I'd didn't mean to... did you really feel that way about me?"

"You are so damned blind, Jim. Any fool could have seen I was yours for the taking. I still am." Maggie hung her head, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Maggie, oh my Maggie," said Jim softly, as he took her in his arms and held her gently. "I knew, but I was so afraid of hurting you, my perfect angel. I wanted you, gods how I wanted you. I nearly perished from blue balls, the way you used to tease me."

"You knew? You really wanted me?" she sniffed as she looked into his eyes.

"Still do," he choked out, then he kissed her. It was tentative at first, but she began to respond eagerly. Maggie parted her lips, inviting his tongue to explore her mouth.

As his little soldier leaped to life, Jim crushed her to him, returning her kiss with enthusiasm. Feeling his hard-on against her belly, Maggie rose up on tip toe and ground herself against it, making it even harder. Her skirt rode up over her hip as she lifter her leg up and hooked it behind him to pull him even tighter to her. Jim's hand dropped to the small of her back and lifted her up as he pulled her closer.

As the kiss ended, Maggie looked deeply into his eyes then slowly started to slide down his body. Jim was having none of that, and he caught her and stood her back up. "No you don't, Maggie, not this time. This one is my fantasy, and I will not be denied."

"Your fantasy?"

"Oh yes, I have envisioned this a thousand times. Now put your hands right here on the counter and don't move."

"I'd rather hang on to you."

"Later, my darling, but for now just lean back against the counter and be still." As he spoke, Jim sank slowly to one knee then lightly ran his hands up her skirt, firmly gripping her ass then going higher to hook his finger in the band of her panties. Slowly he drew them down her legs and, one by one, lifted her feet out of the delicate lace garment. He then began kissing his way up her bare thighs, nuzzling between the to gently force her legs apart.

Maggie reached for his head to guide him, but he took her wrists in his hands and firmly moved them back to the counter at her sides. Still nuzzling her thighs apart, he heard a sharp intake of breath as his lips lightly brushed her labia. Jim lovingly kissed the join of her leg and body, then dragged his tongue along her pussy lips until he reached her clit. He gave it a few flicks with his tongue just to hear her gasp, then licked back along her pussy until he could force his tongue into her hole.

Jim's hands had released her wrists and found their way to tightly grip the cheeks of her ass, as he tried to force his tongue deeper inside her. Maggie grasped his head as she ground her hips against him now, moaning softly. He licked harder and deeper as she rode his face. Suddenly he captured her swollen clit tightly between his lips and sucked it into his mouth where he gave it a few flicks with his tongue. Maggie fought to stifle her scream as the waves of ecstasy hit her. Gasping and groaning, she squeezed him with her thighs as she rode the orgasm to it's blissful conclusion.

Her knees began to buckle and she started to sink to the floor, but strong hands bore her up, loving arms embraced her, and hungry lips sought her. Eagerly, she returned his kiss. Jim kissed her and held her until her breathing returned to normal, then he gently turned her around and bent her across the kitchen counter. She fairly purred as he slowly entered her from behind, carefully pushing into her warm welcoming wetness until he could go no further. Holding her hips tightly, he began to pump in and out slowly.

Maggie was having none of that. She thrust back hard with her hips, moaning with delight. "Come on, Jim, fuck me hard. Fuck me hard, you know you want to, always wanted to. Bang your little sister hard, Jimmy, pound my ass..."

Maggie talking dirty to him pushed him over the edge. She was working her fingers furiously on her clit, and when she felt him swell up inside her, it sent her into free fall. She managed one more "fuck me hard" then their cries of release mingled together in an incomprehensible song of joy.

Slowly, gasping for air, half laughing, half crying, Jim slipped from her body. Lovingly, gently, he turned her to face him then kissed her softly. "Oh my dear gods, Maggie, that was awesome."

"Yes it was," she purred as she snuggled down on his shoulder. "So, that's what an orgasm feels like."

"Maggie? Are you saying you've never..."

"This was my first one."

"So, I took your orgasm virginity."

"Yes you did. I am no longer an orgasm virgin. Oh Jim, I have wanted that for so long, and I just knew you would be the one to bring it to me."

"Oh my god, Maggie, my dear sweet sister; I have so longed for this moment, but didn't believe it could happen." Jim scooped her into his arms and carried her to the living room where he sat with her cradled in his arms. He kissed her softly once again, then hugged her tightly.

"Oh Jim, I don't want this moment to end."

"It doesn't have to, Maggie my love."

"What do you mean?"

"I have another fantasy." 

He was smiling at her now and she was fairly purring. "If it is half as much fun as the last one, I can't wait to find out what it is."

"Maggie, I woke up this morning with this fantasy running through my mind. You and I have inherited this house, free and clear. We both have a bit put aside, and I have a lot of equity in my big house. We could quit our jobs, buy that little antique store at the edge of town, and move in here together. You know, live as husband and wife."

"Are you serious?"

"Well, it was a fantasy of mine," he said softly, avoiding her eyes.

"Jim, no teasing now, would you really do that with me? Be my real husband and love me every day?"

"Yes Maggie, my sweet sister, I will love you every day and make love to you every night. So, was that a yes?"

"Oh god, Jim, yes. If you really mean it, yes. A thousand times yes." She was smiling through the tears as she gazed adoringly into his eyes.

"Alright then, let's get cleaned up so I can take you out to dinner, then we can go by the motel and pick up our stuff and bring it over here to our house."

"Our house, oh Jim, that sounds so wonderful." 

Suddenly she leaped to her feet, grabbed his hand and pulled him off the couch. "Come on, Jim, let's get in the shower."

"So, now you're in a hurry," he grinned as he allowed her to pull him down the hall. "Have you worked up an appetite?"

"Oh yes," she grinned lasciviously as she reach out to caress his half hard cock. "I'm hungry now, and it is my turn to fulfill a fantasy."

"Maggie?"

"I was just eighteen when I saw you in the shower, stroking this beautiful monster. I was nearly overcome with the mad desire to get in the shower with you and stuff that beautiful thing down my throat. I was too afraid to, and I have never sucked a man's cock before, but it is my turn, and I want to suck you in the shower."

He watched with a sloppy grin as she started the water, then gently pushed him in under the falling rain. Maggie got in with him and began washing his body slowly and carefully, exploring him as she went. She paid particular attention to his cock and balls. By the time she was satisfied, he was rock hard once again. 

Maggie sank to her knees and inspected his cock closely. Smiling with delight, she rubbed it on her cheek, then kissed the big purple helmet softly. "I've never done this before," she said softly. "You'll have to tell me what to do, or I'll just start experimenting."

"I have no idea at all," he groaned as she licked the underside of the head gently.

"Experiment it is," she said with a delighted grin. Slowly, gazing into his eyes, she moved her mouth over the head and down the shaft as far as she could go, then pulled back, sucking tightly all the way.  She pushed down again and made purring sounds, sending vibrations all through him. Maggie bobbed her head fast, then very slow, swirling her tongue softly as she did, always watching his eyes. She was surprised to find how much she was enjoying the taste of him. His hands were on her head now, and she felt him begin to swell in her mouth.

"Maggie honey, I'm close, you have to stop..."

Instead, she grabbed his ass with one hand and squeezed, gently cupping his balls with the other. "Give it to me," she demanded as she popped him out of her mouth for a second, "I want it all." She sank back onto his throbbing shaft and sucked gently. She wasn't ready for the explosion in her mouth, but, even though she gagged a bit, and lost some down her chin, she swallowed as much of his sperm as she could, gently milking his cock with her mouth.

"That was awesome," she giggled as his knees began to buckle and she rose up to steady him beneath the stream of warm cascading water. She helped bear his weight as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He kissed her softly, then hugged her tight for a moment. Another kiss then he pushed her gently against the shower wall.

"Jim?"

"Open you legs, Maggie."

"Oh Jim, you don't have to..."

"Have to? Try and stop me, woman. Now, my dear sister, open your legs for me."

She did as he ordered and he sank to his knees before her. There was no gently caressing or tease this time, he just dove into her pussy, licking and sucking at her clit. She shrieked and moaned then began to grind her hips against his mouth. In short order she was screaming as the orgasm coursed through her body. He held her until it was over, then gently kissed his way back up her body, pausing to pay extra attention to her nipples, then worked his way up to her mouth for a deep sweet kiss.

"Oh gods Jim, please tell me every day will be like this," she sighed softly into his shoulder as she hugged him tightly.

"Yes, my darling sister, every day will be like this. We have nearly twenty five years of lost time to make up for. We'll be in our eighties before we start to get even. The water's getting cold now, I'd better get you out and dry you off."

He turned off the water, lifted her carefully from the shower, gently toweled her off then kissed her again. "Gods, I can't believe I've really got you at last."

"I'm yours if you want me, Jim, all yours."

"I do want you, Maggie, and I always have. Let's get ready then go eat. Then I want to move us in here tonight. I never want us to be apart again."

"We won't be," she breathed as she stepped into his arms for another soft kiss, "not ever."



Maggie



There she was, again. This had to be four weeks in a row, each Friday, late, when the crowd was dying down. She came down the bar, and sat on the last stool, the one I had to pass when getting more beer or ice.

She smiled. "Gin and Tonic, please."

I glanced at the door, expecting him to be right behind. Might as well take his order at the same time. She watched me and said, "He's not coming, if that's what you were waiting for."

Now I smiled. "Oh, okay. Flying solo tonight?"

Her look turned sour. "Yeah, this bird has flown that coop."

I didn't want to get into it, so I mixed her drink and helped another customer.

I didn't know either of them, but anyone could see they were mismatched. He was mean, and got meaner as he drank. I'd seen the type and would not be surprised in the least if he knocked her around. 

He still wore his hair slicked back like it was 1956 instead of 2010. He wore a dirty work shirt with Gus over the pocket, buttons open to show his chest hair, as if growing that was a talent. He was my age, 35 or so.

She was a lady. Not that tall, but her long neck made her elegant-looking. She always wore a chain, or beads, to high-light that. Her salt and pepper hair was in a long pageboy, framing her pale skin. The pale blue eyes and red lips stood out against the white background. She always seemed overly-dressed for our neighborhood establishment, as opposed to his pseudo-grunge. Tonight she wore a red satin button-down blouse and black skirt. I guessed she was 45 to 50. 

The crowd grew lighter, and whenever our eyes made contact, she smiled. I knew I was wasting my time, that she would probably be back with him next week, but we made idle chat on and off. Then she brought him up again.

"Mitch, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Like I could say no, right?

"What did you think of Gus?"

I hate that. Why do people ask me things like that! "He seems nice, I don't really know him."

"He doesn't like you."

I was surprised. "Oh, okay. He said that, huh?"

"Yes, he says he can tell that you don't like him much, either."

Very observant, I thought. Maybe he wasn't so dumb. "Well, I'm sorry he feels that way."

"I think he's jealous," she said.

"Of me?"

"Yes, he has no people skills and he sees how comfortable you are, talking with strangers, especially women. He hates that. Plus he thinks every man is out to steal me away from him, like I was his property."

"Well, it's my job to be sociable. I'm not this outgoing, usually. And I avoid being too friendly to women when they come in with a man for that same reason, men get jealous."

"Is that why you look away when I smile at you?" she asked, calmly, and I looked to see her smiling even then.

I smiled back. "I didn't mean to look away, just trying to watch the customers."

"Sure... anyway, I don't mean to bend your ear, just wondered about you and Gus, whether he was right."

There was my exit, my chance to get out of this line of chat, but no! I couldn't leave well-enough alone. "Actually, he was right. He's just not my kind of guy, sorry."

"Very good!" she said, like we had a breakthrough. "Now, why?"

"Well, for one thing, he seems very bossy to you, and over-bearing, and jealous. I think women should be treated like ladies, until they prove themselves otherwise."

She watched me over her glass. "So, you think I'm a lady?"

"You asked why. That's my answer. Excuse me, another customer."

The conversation got lighter, then. Her name was Maggie, divorced, no kids. Had dated Gus for 3 months, even though he was married, supposedly separated. Now she found out he was still with his wife and two kids, so he slinked away when she confronted him.

There was only one couple left, nursing their drinks, so Maggie played the juke box, slow, sleepy love songs, probably feeling sorry for herself but remaining friendly. The song from the Eighties, "Lady in Red" came on, and she touched my hand. "That's me, the lady in red, my favorite color." 

I smiled. "It looks good on you."

She squeezed my hand. "Can you dance with me?"

Why not? If someone came in, I'd just stop and serve them. And I doubted that, at this hour. So, we stood at the end of the bar, and she came to me, and leaned right in, her chest melting into mine. Not being an expert, I would put her as a 36D, which seemed even larger since she was about 5'5, with large heels, almost teetering. Her arms were around my waist, and she held me close. I didn't complain. We swayed until the song ended, and even then, kept moving.

She looked up, our faces close,and whispered, "Thanks, Mitch," and I was tempted to kiss her, but just said, "Thank you, too."

It got to be last call, and I announced it. The couple seemed to be waiting for it, like a school bell, and was gone in a minute. Maggie asked if she could wait while I closed up.

"Sure, then I can make sure you get to your car." I shut off the outside lights, and cleaned the bar, my usual routine while we continued talking. In the dim light, it seemed so intimate, and she continued to smile.

"Okay, almost ready. How about you?" I asked.

"Tonight was fun, Mitch, thanks for listening."

"My pleasure," I said as I stepped from behind the bar. 

She came to me again, as if to dance, and wrapped her arms around me. She looked up and said, "I thought you were going to kiss me before."

"I thought about it."

"What stopped you?"

"You just broke up with Gus, you're vulnerable. And I was working."

"I'm not that vulnerable, and now you're done work. What's stopping you now?"

I had no answer, and she was so close. I leaned down and our lips met, a soft kiss, testing each other, then another, more pressure, then I felt her tongue. I opened for it, and she moaned slightly.

The doors were locked, there was no chance of interruption. But a lady would never do it like this, would she? Then why were her hands clenching my ass? And now one is rubbing my crotch?

It felt so good, with her squeezing my growing bulge, and my hand naturally slid to her breast, feeling her heave through the red satin. This spurred her on. Lady or not, she wanted it, now! And I was just the man to give it. My fingers worked on the buttons and the blouse slid open revealing a red half-bra, lacy, and over-flowing with soft white flesh. 

She was fumbling with my belt when I pulled her further into the back, where the tables were, so no one could look in through the windows.

Since there was no strap to the bra, her tit popped out easily and I dove for the nipple, already hard and pointy, and she moaned again, now undoing his jeans. She was whispering, spurring me on, telling me that Gus was right to be jealous of me, that she wanted me for weeks.

Her blouse was off now, and my zipper was down. She reached into my jockeys and pulled out my swollen prick, the pink head twitching. She made a satisfied groan and began stroking me as I unzipped and shed her skirt. Now, she stood in heels, both breasts out of her bra, in red panties, breathing heavily.

"Take me, Mitch, take me now!" she moaned as she backed up to a table, sliding her panties down, and laying back, spreading for me.

Her black bush was trimmed, and her fluids glistened on her pubic hair. She pulled me toward her by my cock, and I didn't fight it, letting her lead me in. 

When I was at the entrance, I stopped and held my self, sliding it up and down her length, lubricating it with her juices. She moaned, her head rolling with pleasure, and I continued until she begged me to stop. Then I entered, slowly, inch by inch, in then out a bit, then in more, until I was over her, in as far as it would go.

We kissed again, enjoying how deep I was and how warm it felt, then she began to move, rotating her hips, and I did the same. Now I withdrew, almost to the head, then drove back in, and she seemed to extinguish and regain air as I pumped her, gasping, then expunging as I went faster and harder.

The table creaked and her entire weight was on it. I heard my own grunts matching hers, getting louder with her, until we both were almost screaming! I shouted, "I'm gonna come!" and went to pull out, but she wrapped her legs behind me and said, "No, inside me, inside me!" So, I did, I shot and grunted and she clung to me as she howled to her own climax, matching mine.

We stayed hunched on the table, gasping for air, for what seemed like forever but was actually minutes. I softened but not totally. We kissed and I withdrew. She laid there, pure white against the dark table cloth, not in a rush to move.

"Are you okay?" I asked. 

"Fine, just enjoying the moment." She stirred then, began to dress.

"How about an early breakfast?" I asked.

She was matter-of-fact. "Oh, thanks, but that's not necessary."

"Well, I'm starving now. You sure?"

She stood, half-dressed, and said. "Mitch, thanks for tonight, but really, it's not necessary."

I felt like I was being dismissed, and I didn't like it. "Look, Maggie, if you just wanted to get laid, you should have just said so."

Her eyes welled up. "No, that's not it! I figured you got what you wanted and everybody was happy. I didn't expect anything more. Breakfast would be fine, really, I just didn't want you to feel obligated."

I grabbed her shoulders and said, "If you're serious about being done with Gus, I'd like to see you again. If not, then tonight was fun."

She didn't answer, and we dressed in silence. I walked her to her car, and said goodbye, and away she went.

Two weeks later, she walked through the door, alone. 



Maggie



I was searching desperately for her, my eyes darting from face to face, body to body. The night club was crowded; it felt like I couldn't make my way through the mass of people fast enough. The room was dim with multi-colored lights flashing, music so loud you have to yell in a person's ear for them to be able to hear you, and a mist in the air.

Tonight was Nude Night at the club. There were plenty of people there, dancing and giving and receiving pleasure. I spotted this lesbian couple I watched for a few moments, sitting at a booth and grinding on one another, sucking on each others' breasts. I became slightly aroused but was too focused on finding her to really allow it to excite me too much. 

Pushing onward through the crowd, still looking, what was only a few minutes felt like an eternity. Finally, I looked up and saw her, the most beautiful woman on the planet.

She had very long, wavy, fiery red hair that flowed down her back like the Mississippi River. Her eyes were a deep green with light brown specs that matched the freckles that littered her entire body. She was soft in all the right places, her breasts full and hips wide. Her pussy was perfect and pink, covered by a thin veil of flaming red hair. Her body was wet and shining from the mist and also sweat, and swaying in time to the music. Her cheeks were flushed a beautiful rosey pink. I couldn't get enough, I could watch her dance like this, blissful and carefree, forever. 

She caught me admiring her and her warm, breath-taking smile brought me back to earth. She motioned me to come closer. Although I swear I didn't feel my legs moving, I was getting nearer to her. It felt like a dream, like I was floating on air. Finally we touched and our bodies moved to the music in perfect harmony. 

I'm not sure how long we danced. It could've been hours or only a few moments. It felt like a dream when she turned to face me, her full pink lips stretched in an easy smile. That's when she leaned in to kiss me, and I couldn't hold back any longer. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck and had a hand gripping the hair on the back of my head. My hands were planted on her flawless ass, squeezing her body as close to mine as possible. She broke our kiss and kissed me delicately down my torso until she reached my penis. She kissed the tip and then took it in her mouth, pumping up and down with both her hand and mouth and expertly using her tongue to massage the underside. She used her other hand to knead my balls gently. I could feel my orgasm building; feel myself getting closer and closer to the point of no return. She must've felt my muscles tense or sensed my impending orgasm, because she then abruptly pulled away and kissed me carefully back up my body until she reached my mouth.

I kissed her more urgently and passionately than before. I picked her up and leaned her up against a nearby column. There were hundreds of people surrounding us, but in my mind it was only she and I. My erection was right at her sex. I sought her lips again and entered her with a thrust and she let out a gasp. As I pumped into her, lost in her warm, velvety folds, I cupped one of her freckled breasts with my hand and took the other in my mouth. I sucked on her petite pink nipple, perhaps a little too roughly, as my finger and thumb had the other rolling between them. A moan escaped her lips and I could feel her pussy tightening its grip on my erection. As her orgasm built I could feel mine also intensifying, all of my senses heightened. I hunted her lips again as I felt her body clamp down on mine and her juices release. Her orgasm set me over the edge, and I exploded my ejaculate inside her.

I held her there for a few moments, me inside her, panting and out of breath, looking into her stunning green eyes. There is nobody in the world more beautiful than she. I let her down and noticed the fluid running down her thigh, feeling a stab of personal satisfaction. She took me by the hand and led me toward the locker rooms.



Maggie and Carter



As my eyes closed I thought I'd catch 40 winks while the plane traveled from Atlanta to LAX. I asked the flight attendant to wake me before the decent into LA.

I'm on my way to see my lover Carter Oosterhouse.

We met while he was at a local home show here in Atlanta. He had asked me if I knew of a place to get some dinner that was close to the convention center. I told him there was a small café about ½ a block away. 

Amazingly enough this man is single and unattached; how could that be. He's gorgeous, tall, dark & beautiful. And he can build you a house in a week end. Well, maybe not but you get the idea.

We walked to the café that was in the Atlanta Underground and had a very pleasant dinner. I was so taken by his good looks I had a hard time eating. Don't order fried chicken on a first date. I had such a wonderful time with Carter that I hated to leave. We walked back to the convention center and then he invited me to his hotel room for a drink.

I accepted only because I am so infatuated by his wonderful personality. He has dimples on his sweet face and he always smiles. And because he can build anything.

We took the elevator up to the 22nd floor where his room was. As we entered the elevator he placed his arm around my waist. I could feel his strong hand has he held me close to him.

We went to his room and he called down to the bar and ordered us drinks. He must be a mind reader too, because he seemed to know exactly what I wanted to drink, a Tom Collins. We sat in the living room of his suite as we picked up the conversation from dinner.

He'd ask me a few things about myself and I'd ask him about himself. As I was almost done with my drink he called down to order two more. I looked over at him as I said, "Trying to get me drunk are you there Carter?" with a smile.

"I'd never do that Maggie. Not in a million years" he said with such a sweet grin. I looked into his beautiful brown eyes as I could feel myself drifting closer to him. He placed his arm around my shoulder as he pulled my face to his.

Carter kissed me and I thought I was going to faint. His lips are so soft and his tongue so knowledgeable. As our lips parted I just sat there and stared out the window. I guess you could say I was in shock.

"Hey Maggie", Carter whispered "Are you okay?"

I nodded my head up & down as I look into his eyes. He leaned back close to me as he kissed my neck. I just swooned like a teenager to a movie star. My hands grabbed his shoulders as I tried to steady myself.

I could feel Carter's tongue as he pressed it against my own. He was sucking on my tongue as I could hear him make little yummy sounds. His one arm was still around my shoulder and the other was trying very hard to unbutton my blouse. 

I reached forward as I pulled his shirt from his jeans, then I began to unbutton it as well. As my hands finished with the buttons I ran the palms up his sexy chest and reached around his neck to hold his head as I ran my fingers through his hair.

My head was spinning a little from the drinks as I heard room service knock on the door ands felt Carter move away from me. He buttoned his shirt as he answered the door. I tried to lie down on the couch so whoever it was couldn't see me from the door. He took the drinks as he gave the man a tip and then brought them over to where we were sitting.

"Here ya go sweet cheeks" he said softly as he placed the drink on the table in front of me. Then the stupidest words came out of my mouth.

"Hey I have an idea" I said, "Let's play strip poker". The second that left my lips I regretted it. Every single syllable.

He smiled at me as he sat back down and pulled my face close to his for another sweet kiss. His lips tasted like peppermint candy. I pulled at his shirt again and undid the buttons as I reached up I could feel his nipples hard against my hands. My blouse was open and the front clasp on my bra would only need a slight breeze to open it. His lips moved from mine as he whispered into my ear, "Sweet cheeks I want to make love to you, right here, right now" 

I sighed because I was so in love with this man I had only heard those words in my dreams. I ran my fingers over my fore arm as I pinched myself to make sure I was awake. I squeezed my eyes shut from the slight pain. Stupid move there woman I said to myself.

One of my hands began to pull at the snap of his jeans as the other ran through the hair on his magnificent chest. He sat back as he looked into my face and then lowered his eyes as he began to open my bra. He leaned down as he saw my nipples come into his view and reached around my body with his strong arms and held me close to him.

"Your body sweet lady is so beautiful. Let me make you happy" he sighed.

I had my eyes closed because even though I knew I was awake it still seemed like a dream, and a hot one at that. As he kissed me and his lips ran over my cheek to my ear I cold hear his steady breathing.

I whispered "thank you for the compliment Carter" as our lips parted. I slid my arms out of my blouse and my bra as I looked over at his sexy hot body next to me. His jeans still needed a little of attention so I could get my hand down into them so see what I could see.

He leaned against me as he pushed ever so slightly to lay me down on the couch. My hands were still working on the zipper to his jeans as he kissed me again only this time he was sucking on my nipples as I could feel the sensations in my belly.

"Ohmygawd" I whispered into his ear. My hand had finally made its way into his jeans and what I found there was ...... a nice hard cock that could split me from asshole to appetite in a mere second.

His head was still busy on my chest as my fingers ran through his locks of wavy hair. He began to pull at my slacks and then I reached around to the side and un did the button and zipper so his hands could find whatever it was he was looking for. He pulled back from my chest as he said so softly, "Let me make love to you sweet lady". With that he stood up and carried me into his bedroom. It was cooler in there and darker as I felt him lay me down on the bed. 

He stood over me as he pulled my slacks off of my legs and with just one movement of his legs his jeans hit the floor.

The only thing that was between our bodies were my panties. Apparently he is a no underwear kind of a guy. My eyes were getting accustom to no light as I glanced down to his cock that was in my hand as I stroked it up & down.

"Carter," I said in a whisper "You are beautiful and what you are doing to my body should be outlawed".

He chuckled a little and asked me "Why doesn't it feel good to you Maggie?"

I moaned "Yes it does". He pulled the spread from the bed and I moved to the other side as he climbed back next to me. 

I could feel his knee between my thighs as he moved over me. I looked up into his face as I smiled. From what I had seen this was going to take all evening. This man is built like a stallion

As I watched his body above me I could see muscles were I didn't even know men had places. He took one of my legs as he pulled it up and wrapped it around his back. I lifted the other one to match it. I was lying below this Adonis of a Greek god and within the next few seconds we would be making sweet love.

Carter leaned down to kiss my lips and then he said ever so quietly, "If I hurt you let me know". He began to push his cock into my wet pussy. I could feel the flesh move as it encircled his prick. All I could do was exhale in hopes that it wouldn't hurt. 

"Ohmygawd baby" he said "you are so tight. It's gonna take me a minute to get use to this or I will cum in a second". I ran my hands up to his sweet face as I pulled his lips to mine. Just before they connected I said, "Kiss me you beautiful man". His tongue was in my wet mouth as he sucked on mine. Then he pushed with his hips a little more and I could only moan. He still wasn't all the way inside of me yet. I couldn't feel his body on top of me. He whispered into my ear "Look down your body. This is how I make love to a woman" I looked down and I could see his cock sliding in & out of my wetness.

Words weren't forming in my head I couldn't talk. This huge cock of Carter's was making me wish I had been made larger. But from the looks on his face he was loving every second of my tight pussy around his cock.

I closed my eyes to try and memorize this feeling he was giving me. 

His hips began to move faster as I felt his cock spread me open.

"Am I hurting you baby?" he said.

I just sighed "No-o-o-o you feel wonderful inside of me". As he rocked us both back & forth.

"I want to hear you cum for me baby" he said in my ear.

I looked into his eyes as I said, "Okay you asked for it it's gonna get loud". As he picked up the pace with his hips I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my insides.

I knew as he moved faster I'd be cumming in a mere second. The head of his cock was stroking that wonderful spot that he knew so well. My back arched as my nipples got hard and I could feel my belly contracting with the sensations of my climax. I literally screamed his name as sweat broke out on my forehead. And I just let him know how wonderful it felt to have him in me.

My body finally relaxed as I felt him slow his pace and then he said "WOW when you cum you cum don't you baby?"

I shook my head up & down as I felt Carter move somewhat faster in & out of my cunt.

I concentrated on his face as I looked into those eyes. "Okay gorgeous it's your turn now", I said with a giggle.

"You don't want me to cum now do you"? He said softly. "Here, let me make you cum again" he said.

He found that same spot and he stroked it with his magnificent cock and I was putty in his hands. I just put my knuckle in my mouth to stifle my screams. He took my finger from my lips as he replaced it with his shoulder. He moved faster and knew exactly what he was doing as I screamed against his body in pure ecstasy. Between my moans, sighs and screams I heard him say, "Cum for me baby. You feel so right". As I felt the last wave of my climax flood over my body I looked into his handsome face. I grabbed his head as I pulled it down to kiss his sexy hot lips. His body was still thrusting in to my pussy. I didn't think he could last much longer but little do I know about a man like Carter.

"You are beautiful little lady" he said into my ear. "When you cum, you cum, don't you?" I shook my head up & down. His body hadn't stop moving inside if me yet. He kept sliding in & out of my wet cunt with that huge cock of his.

Then I heard a soft sigh come from Carter's lips and what I saw next was mind boggling. He threw his head back as if to bay at the moon and his hips pounded my pussy unmercifully. 

"Cum for me baby.....ah yeah Carter give me all you've got" I said in a husky voice. I watched him move faster and I heard his climax as he just about drove my body through the bed.

He looked into my eyes as he poured all his hot cum into my pussy. I gazed up at his face as I just let the feelings run over my body.

He slowed his breathing as he slowed his body down and then he collapsed on my belly.

I expected to feel his cock go soft and slide out of me but little did I know that he was just getting started.

Was he still hard you may ask? Hell yeah he was. I was raw meat down there and when he move his cock up & down in my cunt I felt like I was going to be split wide open.

He stopped moving his hips as he said, "I'm just going to get up and lay on the bed, ok?"

"But baby, don't leave my pussy, not now." I pleaded with him. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry sweet lady there is more for you there than you can imagine.

This went on all damn night. By 6a.m. we were both exhausted and hungry as hell. As he carried me to the shower I told him if he didn't get me some food soon I would pass out.

He set me in the bathtub and ran water in to cover my nakedness. He climbed in and sat behind me as he cuddled my body with his. He was cradling my tits with the palms of his hands as I felt his cock against the small of my back.

His lips were right next to my ear as I heard him say, "I want you to move to LA with me and live in my house with me and Slim."

I sat up and turned to face him as I said, "Are you sure about this?"

"Hell yeah I'm sure. I know when I have found my match" he said as he smiled at me.

I turned to lie back against him as a smile set in on my lips. 

The next day he left to go back to LA and I gave notice at my job and my apartment. Then on Monday morning he called me about 6am Eastern Time. I answered the phone as I said, "What in the name of all that's holy are you doing up at 3am. 

"I can't sleep because I can't turn off my mind about you" he whispered into the receiver.

"Oh baby I'm so sorry I wish I were there for you" I said with a smile.

"Oh no you don't you wish you were here to get yourself laid" he said as he laughed.

"Well you have me there tall, dark & gorgeous" I said as I sat back on the bed.

"I will be there this afternoon. That you can count on and take it to the bank" I said to him.

"But baby, I need to hear you cum for me just so I know you are still mine". He said softly.

"Okay sweetness, I'm laying back in my bed with my hand down my panties and they are so wet just thinking about you", I said to him. It wasn't a lie either. The second I heard Carter's voice I can get wet as hell.

"Talk to me baby" he whispered. "Tell me what you are doing".

"I'm lying down with my legs spread and my finger is flicking across my clit. Just like your tongue does you sexy man" I say softly. "What are doing?"

"Ah-h-h baby, my cock is so hard. I want you to suck it" Carter said.

All I could do was moan as I threw my head back and pressed my finger tip against my clit. "Oh shit I'm cumming".

"Cum for me baby," Carter whispered. "Let me hear you. Ohmygawd it feels so good stroking my cock while I listen to you cum oh-h-h-h"

All I could do was moan into the phone while I came.

"Oh Carter, I can hardly wait to get there so I can knock you down and ravage your sexy body" I sighed as my climax raged.

Then I heard his moans getting louder as I knew he was cumming.

"That's it you wonderful man. Let me hear how good it feels"

"Ah-h-h baby I came all over my chest. Damn I can't wait for you to get here" he said.

"My plane is scheduled to arrive at 5:30 this afternoon Pacific Time. When I get there I hope you will be all hot & horny as hell because I can't stand another day without your beautiful cock inside of me" I told him.

"I haven't cum since the last time we were together baby" He said when he caught his breath. "Until just now".

I chuckled as I said softly, "Well, no more playing with yourself sexy. Save what's left for me, okay?"

"Yep, no problem there" Carter whispered.

"Look, why don't you lay back and try and get some sleep before I get there? Because you sure won't get any for awhile when I'm living there" I sighed.

He laughed as we said our good byes. Poor baby I know he was tired.

I stepped into the shower so I'd be sweet smelling when I got off the plane and into Carter's arms. 

I could feel the warm water bouncing off my tits as I stood there washing my hair. I reached down to my tits as I rubbed them with the palms of my hands and put shampoo over them. I watched my hands as they moved from one to the other. Then I sat down on the bench in the shower and spread my legs as I rubbed my finger over my clit again. I could feel the chills as my climax was building and I wished so hard Carter was there. I made myself cum once that way as I looked up into the shower spray and could have sworn I saw Carter. But no it was my imagination.

I'd have my arms around him soon enough. Maybe I could get the pilot to fly faster. No not really.

I finished my shower and got out so much to do. The only thing I had left here was one suitcase and my bed. I was leaving that for Dora my next door neighbor. Everything else was either shipped out or sold or given away. All my clothes were shipped on ahead. Carter said that they had arrived last Monday. I grabbed up my hair brush and the shampoo and everything and got it into the suitcase. I put on my filmy thong so when Carter took off my jeans he'd have a little surprise. I reached for my front clasp bra and settled my fellows into the cups for the long flight out there. I could feel my jeans against my ass cheeks. M-m-m felt nice. I slipped on a t-shirt and slide my feet into my sandals. I ran my brush threw my wet hair as I looked at myself in the mirror. 

The phone rang again and this time it was my Mom. It was 4:30 and she and Dad always got up early. We talked for a little while and she said that they hoped I'd be happy out in LA with Carter. She had seen him on TV but both she & Dad wanted to meet him. She said that they wished me a safe flight and we hung up.

I called a cab to make the drive to the airport easier. He arrived in less than 15 minutes. WOW that was fast I thought. He rang the door bell as I picked up my suitcase and my purse and opened the door.

He took the suitcase from me and we walked to the taxi. He asked me which airline I was taking and I said, "Delta flight 211". He opened the door for me and I got in and fastened into the seat belt. We drove in silence which was fine with me. My mind was already in LA with Carter.

The flight attendant touched my shoulder as she said "Miss, we are making the final decent into LA now". I opened my eyes as I thanked her and gazed out the window. I could see the cars on the roads and the houses. It all looked like a child's play set.

I popped a piece of gum in my mouth to ease the adjustment on my ears as we descended. The pilot came on the intercom and said that he wanted to thank everyone for flying Delta Airlines and that he had a special greeting for a Ms. Maggie Anderson from Carter Oosterhouse to meet him at the end of the jet away. 

I thought I was hearing things. I smiled as I nodded to the flight attendant. As the plane landed my stomach was in my throat. Where we going to still have that magic that we had when he was in Atlanta? I stood up and put my purse over my shoulder as I stepped into the isle to de-plane. As I passed the cockpit the Pilot opened the door and asked the flight attendant if I had gotten off yet. She turned to me and said, "No, this is Ms Anderson right here". He reached out with his hand and said that he was very happy to meet me and that he and the co-pilot hoped I'd like living in LA. My next thought was, 'what exactly had Carter told him?'

I stepped off the plane on to the ramp and made my way to the end of the jet away. And just as promised there was Carter with a big bouquet of red roses and a wonderfully warm smile on his lips. I picked up speed as I ran up to him and even with his arms full of flowers he lifted me up in the air as he kissed me.

From behind me I could hear people clapping and some of the women saying, 'oh isn't that so sweet'. We stood there for a few moments and then the pilot and co pilot walked up and shook his hand and told him that I had been the ideal passenger, I'd slept all the way from Atlanta to LA. My face turned a few shades of pink. He stepped back as he put me down on the floor and I took the flowers. He said, "Wait a second I need to do something first". He bent down on one knee as he held out a beautiful dark blue box to me. "Maggie will you marry me?" he said so quietly. I was in complete shock. The pilot tapped me on the shoulder as he said, "I'd say yes, if I were you" as he smiled.

I looked at Carter's handsome face and said, "Yes I will". He stood up and pulled me to his strong chest for another wet kiss. As the other flight attendant passed us I turned to say thank you to the pilot & co-pilot and the male attendant said, "Honey if you hadn't said yes I sure would have". I just smiled at him and then I glance up into Carter's sweet face to see a rather different expression. He didn't think it was funny I guess.