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Surprised by Margaret
by Cuckolded1946 (cuckolded1946@gmail.com)
***
Margaret surprises me when I come out of the shower at
work. We end up fucking for the second time. (MF,
cheating)
***
Author Note: Writing helps you forget because you can
vent on the page, examine your motives and reactions,
and decide what to take with you as you move on. You
learn from your hurts, as long as you don't nurture
them to feed anger and thoughts of retribution.
Writing is an act of healing, and the healing begins
when you release the need to rehearse the events over
and over again to make sure it's still there.
When my doctor first told me this I was unsure, but
writing about these past events has helped clear my
mind immeasurably.
The following story is based on true facts. It is one
in a series of stories I have written detailing some
of the events that occurred during my first marriage.
While some of the dialog may be paraphrased, the
events did actually occur as described.
* * *
It was well after four o'clock when I got back to the
main office from the mines, probably almost five.
Normally, everyone left at four and the office would
be empty. Since I had been underground in one of the
coal mines, I went into John's office to use his
private shower to wash off before I began the long
evening of making sense of the days' events.
When I came out of John's private shower, I noticed
Margaret, his secretary, sitting on the large couch in
his office. I thought I was alone in the building so I
only had a towel wrapped around my hips. I was a bit
surprised. Margaret and I had played games around the
office with sexual overtones and I had fucked her at
her home a few months before, but nothing had happened
since them. In fact, our relationship was more
professional since then that ever before.
I was curious about what she was still doing at the
office. I knew that Margaret was rather prudish. She
seemed to have very strait-laced and religious
oriented ideas. But I also knew she had a strange way
of applying her morals. They hadn't kept her from
spreading her legs for her prom date her senior year
of high school or from jumping into bed with me.
I was hoping for a repeat of the day I had gone to her
house to pick up some pictures for John.
If I got that far, when it came time to actually drop
her panties and spread her legs she might chicken out,
but I knew from our previous encounter she had strong
desires and a way of justifying anything she really
wanted. She might not let herself say 'Yes', but she
might easily put herself into a situation where saying
nothing would land her flat on her back with me
between her legs shoving my hard cock into her tight
pussy.
It was obvious that Margaret had been and still was
crying.
As I moved closer to her I said, "What is it,
Margaret, what's wrong?"
It was obvious that my near nakedness (only a towel
around my waist) did not seem to concern her.
Margaret shook her head, taking a deep breath in an
effort to still her beating heart. "N-No," she managed
to whisper. "I... I can't tell."
"You really should tell me what's bothering you. It's
obvious you're very upset, and it's no good to keep it
bottled up inside you."
"M-Maybe not, but I can't." She swallowed thickly.
I sat down next to her on the couch. Margaret felt me
touching her shoulder and moved closer to me. I took
her in my arms, which seemed to offer her some comfort
- she took another deep breath and the musky odor of
my freshly applied cologne filled her nostrils as she
pressed close against my chest.
I felt Margaret's soft, resilient flesh press tightly
to my body, as her firm breasts pulsed against my
chest. I let the soft strands of her hair brush
against my nostrils as I whispered to her: "Maybe I
can help, Margaret... let me help you..."
"No," she moaned, "No, nothing can make it right!!!"
"Shhh, you're getting too upset Margaret"
"Oh, Larry, I'm miserable!" she cried involuntarily.
"I'm so terribly miserable!"
"Then tell me about it, it might make you feel
better."
Then, haltingly, she began pouring out her heart to
me. Even though she knew she should be more discrete
about her marital secrets, she seemed to be gripped by
an overwhelming urge to tell me everything. Perhaps it
was my soft, reassuring voice, but whatever was urging
her on, it was uncontrollable, and she unburdened her
misery to me. She told me in half-sobbing, broken
words about what had happened between her and Dave in
their less-than-perfect marriage.
It seems that Dave, her husband, would come home drunk
and threat her like a street whore, worried only about
pleasing himself, and when she would try to fight him
off he would insultingly reject her and leave. It all
came out, and when she was finished, she pressed her
tear-streaked face tight against my chest, sobbing as
though her heart was broken.
I stroked her hair to help comfort her, and then
lightly stroked the satiny skin of her arm, as a small
smile began to play across my face. So... just as I
thought! A rutting boar of a husband, and a seemingly
frigid wife! And yet, I knew from our previous
encounter Margaret was a very passionate woman beneath
her surface, only needing the proper combination to
stroke her furnace to the boiling point. And I was
just the man to do it.
By God, I was... and I was going to do it right here
in John's office tonight!
In the same tone of voice as I'd been using all along,
I said softly into her ear, "Don't think about it
anymore, Margaret. Don't think about how Dave took you
all those times so brutally and then rejected you...
don't think how he hurt you."
My words were soothing and hypnotic to her. She began
to stroke my bare chest, seeming to find security in
my nearness and the gentle stroking of my hand on her
bare arm.
I could feel her warm, throbbing titties harden
beneath her thin sweater, and I knew my words were
having the desired effect on her. She was thinking
about it, seeing herself and Dave mentally, and the
images were causing unmistakable arousal in her body.
It's working, I thought. I'm going to fuck her again!
I could feel Margaret trembling in my arms, and now
with other emotions than just misery and shame. Her
loneliness and her physical needs were working in
harmony on her basic sensual nature, breaking down the
barriers of her false prudishness and baring the hot,
wild woman beneath. I couldn't control my pulsating
cock from leaping into full erection at the idea of
again sliding my hardness up inside the pussy which
her husband had foolishly rejected.
"No, Margaret," I whispered, "No, don't think about
how things might have been. Think how much better it
will be when I make love to you again."
I pulled her on her side so that we were facing each
other on the long, wide couch, and then I ground my
cock tightly into her, sliding my hand up over the
soft roundness of her buttocks.
"Oh, Larry, no!" Margaret whimpered into my mouth as I
leaned over and kissed her hard upon the lips. She
half-heartedly tried to pull away from me, but she
could not seem to find the energy to resist my
caresses and kisses.
She squirmed against the couch cushions, forcing the
crotch of her panties deeper into the crevice between
her legs. Its smoothness exciting the sensitive lips
of her pussy.
Her body stiffened as I began massaging her softly
trembling ass. As I ground my cock harder against her,
my mouth still locked to hers, she gasped, feeling my
rising hardness pressing into her own moistened pussy.
She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting her
passions, but as the fingers of my hand continued to
caress her ass and the hardness of my cock ground into
her pussy they brought further moans of helpless
submission to her lips.
"Oh, Larry, please don't," she whispered.
"Remember how good it felt the first time? Just relax
and enjoy what's happening," I said softly, as I
dropped my hand down between our bodies to the
flatness of her belly.
"Ohhh, don't do this to me again, please!" she
pleaded.
Her body jerked slightly as my fingers hooked and slid
the material of her skirt up the front of her naked
thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away, using
all her will power trying to overcome the sensations
that were building up deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Margaret, what you need is to be made love to
properly," I whispered. "You'll never have to be
unhappy with what you're getting at home again!"
Margaret gasped and held her breath as the hem of her
skirt reach the top of her thighs and my fingers came
in contact with the softness of her naked flesh. An
electrifying shock seem to dance along her inner
thighs as my fingers slowly found their way under the
elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed against
the strength of my embrace, whimpering as the full
impact of making love to me again burst upon her.
She later told me - 'God, what had come over her? They
were both married, and just because her husband was a
cheating asshole was no excuse for her to act like
some whore! She had to try and get out of this awful
mess before it was too late!'
"Please, Larry," she pleaded, leaning against the back
of the couch. "Oh, please, let's not do this again. I
feel like a fool behaving this way with you. I love
Dave no matter what, and I can't do this again, I'll
be sorry later. I just can't, Larry!"
"And why can't you enjoy yourself a little on the
side? Nobody needs know. Dave is out on the town every
day, and besides, he's probably balling some pick-up
he's made in a bar right now!"
Margaret moaned in self-pity. The suspicions she'd
been harboring about Dave being unfaithful to her
pierced her heart like a dagger as she heard my words.
"I-I don't care," she said miserably, knowing she did.
"I would know what I had done, and that would be
enough. I'd never be able to face Dave if we made love
again! I've gone too far as it is!"
"It might be too late," I chuckled, "I want you, and
deep down inside you know you want me to make love to
you again. Why have you sat here, with me almost
naked, letting me hold you in my arms and caress your
pussy and kiss you?"
Margaret tried to speak, but she couldn't. She
watched, mesmerized, as I stripped the towel from my
body. I was completely naked. My thick, hard cock
stood out from beneath the firm muscles of my tanned
abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy, blunt
spear.
Margaret's gaze dropped to my hard erect cock.
"Are you going to take your clothes off or shall I do
it for you?" I asked.
Margaret gasped and held her breath as she felt the
hem of her skirt reach the top of her thighs and my
fingers come in contact with the softness of her naked
flesh. She squirmed against my embrace, whimpering as
the full impact of me about to make love to her again
burst through.
I reached out and drew her hard against me, cupping
her face in my palms. I pressed my wet lips tightly
down over hers again, thrusting my tongue deep into
the warm depths of her mouth. She sagged limply on the
couch, feeling the hardness of my fully exposed cock
digging into the softness of her stomach.
"That's my lovely girl," I breathed into her mouth.
"I'll be nice and easy... I'll be so gentle with you.
You'll see."
Margaret became aware of my hands leaving her face and
snaking around her body to the hemline of her sweater.
Almost as if I had hypnotized her into submission, she
allowed me to draw the thin pullover up over her
breasts and off her head and arms. The snaps of her
brassiere came next and as I dropped it to the floor
and her small breasts burst into full view.
I reached behind her again to the zipper at the back
of her skirt, and with one swift downward motion, I
opened it away from her flaring hips. She gasped as
she felt the sensual rush of air against her thighs as
I pulled the skirt from her. She willingly arched her
hips permitting me to pull her panties slowly down
over the softness of her rounded hips and let them
drop to the small skimpy pile of her other clothing on
the floor.
There was nothing left. I moved her feet up and now
she lay stretched out completely naked on the couch.
She only squirmed a little, whimpering as the tip of
my finger found the narrow tender crevice of her pussy
and thrust gently into it, parting the soft pubic hair
and making sudden delicious contact with the hotly
throbbing head of her tiny clitoris. She was wet and
sensitive from the desire that permeated her entire
being, and she sucked in her breath tightly trying to
hold back the sigh of pleasure.
She was reacting to my tingling caresses of her
sensitive breasts and pussy. She was widening her legs
and her ass was undulating in an involuntary up and
down rhythm to the light teasing of my fingers sliding
between her thighs.
Through half-slit eyes, Margaret was watching me as I
crouched between her open legs that were splayed like
angel's wings on the soft, wide couch. She felt the
palms of my hands pushing against the softness of her
inner thighs, and she watched as my head dipped slowly
down... lower... lower... and then!
"Ohhhh!" she jerked, as my lips closed over the hair-
fringed mound at the base of her belly. My face
disappeared from her view into the soft fleece of her
pubic hair as I planted wet tickling kisses on pussy,
my tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering
opening.
"Ohhhh God, don't! Please don't!" she whimpered,
trying desperately to screw her naked ass back down
from my hot tongue flicking mercilessly at her pussy.
"Ahhhggggggg!" she moaned, her head falling back on
the cushions as my tongue speared the swelling lips of
her pussy.
"Oh God, I can't, I can't let you do this!" she
pleaded, fighting the sensations that were steadily
building out of control through her naked body. She
clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all
her will against the growing flames that were
threatening to burst into uncontrollable fire and
devour her resistance. But it was a losing battle as I
sucked and licked at her pussy. Her smooth rounded ass
jerked up involuntarily toward my flicking tongue,
sending more delicious spasms of sensation coursing
through her.
I could feel her surrender to her passions as I thrust
my tongue into her quivering pussy. I worked gently,
feeling the soft moist pubic hair brushing
tantalizingly against my cheeks. As my lips and tongue
flicked and teased her pussy, I could hear the moans
from Margaret as her warm thighs were now closing
spontaneously around the sides of my head.
I could feel her pussy quivering as I moved my tongue
around her pussy lips and her pussy walls opened and
closed in a sucking motion, attempting on their own to
pull me into her. I had never seen anyone so hot, I
knew she was now completely at my mercy and loving
every moment of it. She needed fucking bad and she was
going to get it, her body lost in the heat of her
arousal.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned as she reached down and
tangled her fingers in my hair, guiding my face deeper
to the spreading lips of her pussy, splaying her legs
wider with abandonment to give me greater access.
My cock was incited to a hardness I could no longer
control, and I had to fuck Margaret before I exploded
all over the couch. I grabbed her legs behind the
knees and moved them back against her shoulders,
slithering up her body at the same time. My long rigid
cock brushed against her wet pubic hair, spreading her
pussy.
Margaret could see me hovering over her through her
half closed and passion dimmed eyes. She could feel
the hardness of my cock lying against her pussy. I
started putting it into her slowly at a teasing rate
that caused her to twist her hips up toward it, her
hungry pussy searching desperately for its hard blood-
filled tip. Forgotten now were her morals, her church,
her marriage, her vows to Dave. Nothing mattered any
longer except to have my cock far up inside her! Her
belly was screaming for it!
Margaret felt the lips of her pussy being forced open.
The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment and
then gave way before my pressure. I shoved again,
moving forward and sinking my cock all the way to the
hilt. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of my
lean body as she screwed her ass down into the
cushions.
"Nooooooo! It too big! It's so much bigger than
Dave's!" she cried out. She later told me she felt as
though her body was being torn down the middle and
that she would be ripped in half from my cock embedded
so deep in her belly. Her face was contorted, her lips
curled back from her teeth, and whimpers came tumbling
from her lips.
"God, oh God, I can't take it! I can't!"
I held my cock deep in her for a moment, savoring the
moment of having Margaret impaled, with my cock buried
deep in her tight little pussy. It was a shame that
her stupid husband couldn't see her now, spread-eagled
this way with me making her scream and yell in
pleasure. I felt her pussy contract involuntarily as
she flexed her inner muscles to relieve the pressure.
I throbbed my cock gently, expanding it inside her,
but still not moving my body.
"Ahhhhgggg," she whimpered through bared teeth, trying
to accustom herself to my cock.
I waited a moment and then flexed again, watching her
face. Her mouth hung limply open, her eyes clenched
tightly shut. I flexed again, this time setting a slow
teasing rhythm to my flexing. I watched her nostrils
begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat and
knew that she was on that fine line between pleasure
and pain.
"Ohhhhh, God! God!" she mewled as my cock expanded
more and stretched the narrow walls of her pussy still
more.
I began long smooth strokes into her wet pussy. I
withdrew the shaft of my cock until just its blunt tip
was left inside the hot dilated opening of her pussy,
and then thrust forward hard with my hips until my
balls slapped against the wide-split crevice of the
cheeks of her ass.
Margaret groaned as her pussy was plundered again and
again. I was driving her head back against the
cushions of the couch with every thrust I made; her
arms were pinned down at her sides by her own up-
raised legs. She gradually was becoming accustomed
once again to my huge cock inside her, and a pleasure
she had known only once before began to race from her
totally filled pussy to the top of her head.
Margaret could feel her womb flare wide and the
tightly resisting lips of her hair-lined pussy flower
open to receive my cock. Her naked, writhing body was
coming to life now, the maddening tingles darting up
from her soft white belly. Electric sensations rippled
through her suddenly twitching pussy and their hair-
lined lips, dancing like lightning across her
trembling thighs and up through the tips of her brown,
erect nipples. She was rotating her hips from side to
side around my impaling cock, her pussy dilating to
its rhythmic beating, her body matching my downward
thrust with her own eager up-thrusts as she greedily
sought more of my long hard cock.
She later told me it had never felt this good when
Dave had "fucked" her! She didn't know why, and she no
longer cared to ask. There was nothing else in her
world now; no tomorrow, no today, no Dave - nothing
except her deep, wet grotto of lust and the piston
like hardness of my cock filling it.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes, Larry, fuck me! Fuck me hard!
Hard!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching an
orgasm, something she had never had with Dave, and her
body became more animal than human as she twisted and
contorted in her frenzied quest for her release.
She continued to thrust upwards with her hips, almost
ready to cum and unable to stop. Her hungry pussy
spiraled up the full length of my plunging cock as she
strove wildly for the end. Then...
"Ohhhh God! God, yes!" she screamed up at me. "This is
it! I... I'm going to cum! Ohhh God, I've never cum
like this before, and now I'm going to cummmmmmmmm!"
Suddenly, with a deep-throated moan, her naked body
began vibrating uncontrollably, and heated secretions
of release flowed from her throbbing pussy, drowning
my cock with a sticky warmth. She reached under her
squirming buttocks with both her hands to caress my
balls that were pressing into the split of her ass.
She felt them spasm...
"Cum! Cum with me! Ohhhhhhh, God, cummmmmmm!"
She later said it felt like her insides were splitting
apart as the head of my deep-sunk cock flared into a
hugeness that threatened to tear her belly in two. I
began to spurt and she said she could feel my thick
sperm shooting into her like molten lava, erupting in
answer to her own hot flowing cum into the already
filled cavern of her quivering pussy.
"Ohhhh, fill me up! Cum in me! Fill me up!" she moaned
as the flesh of her pussy clasped like a hungry glove
around my spurting cock, sucking the last drops as she
continued to gush her own hot streams of orgasmic
fluids. She screwed her ass up tightly against my
still squirting shaft in her pussy and, with another
scream from between her tightly clenched teeth, felt
her body exploding over and over into what seemed a
thousand tiny sparks. Her strength was suddenly gone
and she collapsed back on the cushions, feeling my
once-hard cock slowly begin to deflate inside her cum-
flooded pussy.
"Ahhhhh..." she sighed dreamily. She'd been fucked and
fucked better than she had ever been before in her
life. Her pubic area throbbed with a sweet continuous
ache, and her flesh trembled from the passionate
sensations which had turned her into a sex-craving
animal.
So wonderful... and as the very shamelessness of her
wanton surrender flickered through her mind, the
mental image of her naked body being fucked to orgasm
by me lying above her incited her mind once more to
arousal. The hunger in her belly began raging out of
control again almost instantly. Unconsciously she
began to undulate her ass in tiny circles, squeezing
with her pussy muscles at my fleshy, flaccid cock
still pulsing inside her pussy.
She had milked it dry once, but spurred on by her
newly discovered sexuality, Margaret was gripped by
the desire to have my long thick cock harden in her
again. She wanted more of my hot thick sperm to fill
her thirsty pussy until it overflowed and ran down her
already wetly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in
it again, wallow in her new-found depravity.
"Again... Oh, God, again!" she begged out with
frustration into my mouth. But it was useless right
then. As much as she squeezed her buttocks up against
my softened cock, it would not come alive again until
a short rest. With a sigh of contentment, I rolled
from between her still gyrating thighs and onto the
floor beside the couch.
"Noooooo! Nooooo, I want more! Fuck me! Fuck me
again!" Margaret was beside herself now with her lust.
Margaret felt the cushions of the couch depress as I
sat down beside her head.
"Shhhh," I whispered. "You just relax."
My eyes trailed along the length of the Margaret's
body. Margaret lay as if frozen with her small, soft,
warm breasts pressing into my cheek.
Then one of my hands reached down to touch and caress
her breasts, and Margaret experienced another new
sensation she had never known before. My long, slim
fingers caught her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in
a tender, understanding way and Margaret began to
tremble all over.
"I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum
before," I whispered, tilting my head down so that I
breathed on Margaret's face.
"Kiss me... Kiss me..." she said.
Margaret stiffened as my warm moist lips closed over
hers, and my darting tongue probed along her tightly
closed lips. There was a feeling that to kiss me would
make what was happening all that more obscene, as if
there was actual love and affection between us rather
than just a basic urge to relieve the tensions
unbearable in both our loins.
But I had my hand cradling her head now, and after a
moment of hesitation she surrendered to my insistent
tongue, opening her lips to let it slide into her
mouth. Our mouths fused hotly, and Margaret found
herself responding with all the passion she would have
saved for her husband, sucking and savoring the saliva
from my mouth, and only conscious of the delicious
sensations the French kisses were causing in her
already excited flesh.
"Ohhhhh god," she murmured as we broke apart. "God, I
can't seem to help myself..."
"Isn't that wonderful? But tell me... Tell me what you
want!"
"M-Make me cum, Larry... Ohhhh make me cum...! Make me
come over and over again!!" It seemed her own demands
made her reel with excitement, and her pulsing blood
raced faster through her fevered flesh.
My hand continued to massage her small titties with
their hard erect nipples, while Margaret, her body
still smoldering with the lust-inspired fires I had
kindled in her loins, seemed to find something
fascinating with my attention to her titties. She
closed her eyes again and began to tremble all over
from the sensations she was feeling as I held her
tight, rubbing her naked body against my own.
"Ohh!" she moaned as I took the nipple into my mouth.
I sucked on her breast. . . tasting her body...
tasting Dave's wife's breast... I sucked hard on the
nipple, pulling it into my mouth like a suckling baby.
"Oh, God..." Margaret cried. My eyes looked down her
body; her legs were open, but not all the way. I slid
my hand down to her pussy.
"Oh yes... touch me..." Margaret arched slightly as I
brought my fingertips against her soaked pussy.
My fingers pushed against her sweet pussy.
"Uhhh, ooh yess!" Margaret's body flinched, as though
she had anticipated the touch for years. I rubbed her
slit, feeling the soft ridges of her pussy. I bit her
nipple.
"Ahh, uhhhh!" She thrashed slightly.
And then I moved down her body, and Margaret groaned
as I kissed her breasts with soft, wet, feather-light
kisses and then sucked the hard erect nipples into my
mouth. The couch sagged again and Margaret caught her
breath as I started to shower kisses on her quivering
white thighs and tautly rippling belly. And then I
forced her legs wider apart, rolling her gently over
on her knees. Margaret now straddled me as I was lying
face up beneath her and between her widespread thighs.
The full expanse of her moist pink pussy - from her
tiny quivering clitoris, down past the wetly sensitive
pussy opening which had just been fucked, to the
puckered rosebud of her anus - was entirely open to my
eyes. And in turn, I was lying in such a position as
to present my own hard erect cock only inches beneath
Margaret's face.
A shudder coursed down Margaret's spine as my
quivering tongue licked across the soft pubic fleece
just around her wetly throbbing pussy slit. When my
tongue licked again, Margaret cried out deliriously as
I nipped her budding clitoris with my teeth. With that
she let all remaining thoughts of right or wrong,
depravity or passion, pass in one sudden surge of
rising ecstasy, and she lowered her firm thighs
downwards upon my kissing mouth as her sensitive pink
pussy was licked and kissed with frenzied delight.
She moved forward shoving her dark pussy into my face.
Her heavy breathing told me what she wanted. I grinned
and cupped her ass, drawing her even closer.
As she ground her hips into my face, she felt
exquisite pleasure radiating from her pussy as I raked
my tongue up and down over the puffed and creamy
flesh.
"Oooooh, Yes, Larry, lick meeeee!" she wailed.
How long had it been since her own husband had gone
down on her? Had he ever? She was starved for a hot
knowing tongue on her pussy, and now she was getting
it.
"Ohhhhh, Larry, I love that!" she moaned. "It feels so
fuckin' good!"
Then I zeroed in on the most sensitive place of all,
the engorged and throbbing button of her clit. I
caressed it with the tip of my tongue, giving her jolt
after jolt of pleasure. Margaret cried out in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh, God, I love it!" she wept. "Don't stop!"
I caught her pulsating clit between my lips and
started sucking it. Margaret almost flew through the
roof. Pussy-cream gushed down her legs, and her pretty
face twisted with ecstasy.
"Yes, yesss, suck meeee!" she wailed. "Keep doing it,
I'm almost coming!"
The gigantic climax burst from the base of her clit
and thundered through her whole body. She threw back
her head and screamed in ecstasy. I sucked hard and
fast on her squirming clit, making her orgasm long and
intense.
"Unnnhhhhh, God, I'm comingggggg!" Margaret moaned.
"Unnnhhhhh, yessssss--whaahhhhhh!"
She later said she almost fainted from the pleasure;
that she had never realized the intense pleasure of
having her pussy eaten and being sucked off.
It was almost a full minute before she stopped coming.
In turn, Margaret found that she could not resist
brushing her own fingers lightly over my tanned belly.
Her skin felt so good to touch, and as I continued to
plant long slaving kisses on her burning pussy,
Margaret was filled with a mounting desire to return
the caresses. She reached down around my ass and
lowered her mouth to brush lovingly through the curls
of my dark pubic hair.
And then, suddenly, in a burst of passion her lips and
tongue were burrowing down on my cock. It was this
movement that caused me to say in a gasping muffled
voice: "Ohhhh! That's it! Lick me! Suck me!"
My cock, which had been soft and drained a few minutes
before, was once more stone hard and throbbing with
lust. When she felt my hardness pressing against her
mouth, she opened her eyes to stare at my long thick
cock lewdly pulsing against her mouth. Then she took
my throbbing cock through her softly parted lips and
into the warm cavern of her wet mouth.
I began to screw my throbbing cock back and forth
between her lips as my balls bounced against her chin.
"Suck harder," I instructed from above. "Suck my cock
harder..."
And she did! Her parted lips slowly began to nibble at
my thrusting cock. The sensual desires deep inside her
belly which had been released by her first orgasm and
triggered anew by my licking tongue began to flicker
hotly through her pussy. My cock expanded between her
tightly ovalled lips as it had inside her pussy, and
she moaned around it as I thrust my hips forward and
drove my hard cock down her throat as though I were
trying to meet my own lashing tongue that was
skewering deep into her pussy from below.
I began to lick and suck her pussy again, spurred on
by the excitement of pumping my cock in and out of her
mouth. I lashed mercilessly at her quivering bud-like
clitoris, using my teeth to tease and delight while
Margaret writhed and churned uncontrollably in rising
desire. With satisfaction I could feel the muscles of
her inner thighs flexing and un-flexing with their own
implacable lust.
Margaret Hamblin had never felt so utterly on fire and
sexual before in her life. And a fire was burning in
her belly. A joy once again began to rage through her
tingling nerves with the ever increasing sensations of
my long hard cock ramming wetly between her lips and
my mouth raping her hotly throbbing pussy.
Her desire for release was growing as was her wish for
more of the delicious sensations which were saturating
every inch of her naked flesh. She rolled her clenched
ass cheeks down in tiny lewd circles and constricted
the muscles of her pussy walls to squeeze the wet,
flashing probe of my tongue. At the same time, she
sucked at my thick, swollen cock in her mouth, her
cheeks bloating with every thrust. It was only the
second time in her life she had ever tasted a man's
cock and she hungrily explored it with her tongue, an
excited moan escaping from her throat as she
surrendered to her passion.
Margaret cupped my balls gingerly with her fingers.
She sucked in a haze of passion, swishing her tongue
around and around the throbbing hardness sliding in
and out between her tightly puckered lips and taunting
the thin little hole in the blunt head of my cock with
increasing delight as moaning sounds escaped from
between her lips locked wetly around my hard thrusting
cock. She groaned with the forbidden excitement of
knowing that at any moment I was going to spew my
sperm into her mouth and she wanted to experience the
taste. She wanted me shoot my cum into her so she
could swallow the creamy semen down her throat.
She could never face Dave again with the same
innocence, for somehow she had turned into the person
she had previously deplored. Her head bobbed up and
down slavishly over the thick shaft of my cock,
sucking to end it, sucking to draw the milky white cum
from it as she thrust her pussy down harder against my
face, opening her pussy muscles wide so she could
receive every fractional inch of that wonderfully
working tongue deep up inside her.
Then suddenly there was a jerking spasm in my balls,
and I knew my end had come. Nothing in the world could
have stopped the flow of thick white liquid that
rushed up from my balls and out the tip of my jerking
cock. I could feel her wildly sucking lips draw my
sperm out into the warmth of her salivating mouth. I
could feel her throat tighten and untighten as she
swallowed in great hungry gulps the hot, boiling cream
I was spurting into her.
Even when my climax had ended, Margaret would not let
go of my softening cock. Her lips continued to nibble,
her throat and cheeks constricting as if to draw all
of my fleshy manhood inside her.
Margaret later said she felt as though she were losing
her mind as she spasmed in the convulsive waves of her
second orgasm, her mind whirling in depraved
sensuality as the fluid of her cumming flowed out
around my deeply flicking tongue. Her face contorted
and low guttural moans erupted as she began thrashing
in her own throes of multiple orgasms over the next
few minutes as my tongue gave her pussy no rest.
And then, at last, it was over...
Margaret's legs bent obscenely as she rolled over and
let my now limp cock slip from her mouth with a wet,
sucking sound. A long sigh of satiation rasped from
her heaving chest, and she relaxed her legs in relief
from the painfully stretched muscles of her previously
kneeling position. Her body was sated and filled as it
had never been before, and her heart pounded in her
chest.
She said, "I think I'll be OK now for a while. At
least I hope so."
"Well if you get to feeling that you need to talk or
anything else let me know."
Margaret then got dressed to leave and I put my
clothes on so I could finish my days work.
Margaret's final words that day were, "It's Wednesday,
if I hurry I think I can make bible study at the
church."
We fucked one more time after that. When time allows
I'll try to put that experience down on paper.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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