Maggie

I released the offended nipple and buried my face between her breasts, licking upward through her cleavage. She moaned contentedly and I knew all was well with the world or my world anyway.

Then it was my turn to groan as Maggie took my cock into her mouth and down her throat as she did her best to swallow me whole. Suddenly Leslie, lovely Leslie covered my mouth with hers and we entered into a wild savage kiss.

As Maggie cupped my balls Leslie took my hands and placed them on her breasts. They were firm with strawberry tipped buds on them that begged to be suckled. And as soon as we finished the kiss that's exactly what I did, going from one to the other, seemingly driving her wild. So wild, in fact, that she tore my shirt open, literally ripping off me. Then her hands and mouth were all over my chest.

"It's so big," Maggie whispered, her voice husky with lust, after removing my dick from between her lips, "but I think that I may be able to get it all in." And she winked at me and gobbled it back down her throat!

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back over the back edge of the couch, ignoring Leslie's beautiful body for the moment.

"Oh, yes... Maggie... suck my cock... suck it! Oh, that's good," I chanted while she sucked away and her hand worked up and down my shaft. All the apprehension and tension served to bring my release sooner than expected.

"Ahhhhhh," I groaned and my hands went to Maggie's head. Maggie coughed, or tried to, then tried to pull her head off my erupting cock. My hands only served to hold her head in place as I emptied my balls into her receptacle of a mouth. And when I finally relaxed my hands enough for her to move her head, she came off my cock sputtering and coughing and two gobs of cum came flying out of her mouth and fell on my shorts.

"Sorry," she said weakly after she'd finished coughing, "I usually swallow it, but there was just so much of it..."

I wasn't quite finished and spewed one last rope over the bodice of her dress and immediately began to apologize.

"I'll get it cleaned, I promise," she said. "I'm not Monica Lewinsky. I don't leave cum stained dresses in my closet," and laughed heartily at her joke.

"Maggie?" It was Leslie, licking her lips as I finished undressing, or rather peeling the shredded shirt off my back.

"Yes?" said Maggie. But Leslie didn't say anything; she just went over to Maggie and kissed her on the lips. As their kiss heated up with some tongue action, she moved away from Maggie's lips and licked up my mess on Maggie's chest.

The sheer exoticness of her act made me hard again.

"Ahhh," Maggie said on noting the rise of my tool. "Well Leslie I believe it's your turn to deflate his magnificent weapon.

"Do I get a chance to say something about this?" I asked sheepishly.

"NO!" they shouted in unison. Then both were giggling like schoolgirls.

"Can you help me out of my dress?" Maggie asked Leslie.

"Sure," she said and promptly unzipped the back of Maggie's dress to reveal a matched pair of emerald green bra and thong.

She pirouetted for me and asked, "Like 'em?"

"I do, very much. They are very becoming on you."

"So much for the modeling," she said, "let's get it on!" And reached behind her to unfasten the bra and tossed it aside. "Leslie, would you do the honors?"

Leslie knew what she meant, while I didn't, well not exactly anyway. She began a slow almost ritual like peeling of the thong from Maggie's body. I had to admit it was extremely sensual, for when the thong was past her pussy Leslie began to lick Maggie's vulva while pulling the thong lower, but at an even slower pace.

"Umm, nice, Maggie moaned softly as Leslie abandoned the thong to take a firm hold of Maggie's ass and pulled her vulva tight against her mouth.

I took hold of Maggie's shoulders and turned her so that she was facing away from the couch and then ordered her to sit down.

As she sat, Leslie clawed the thong down to her ankles and then used her hands to spread Maggie's thighs wide.

I knelt down behind Leslie and as she returned to eating Maggie's pussy, I pried her thong to the side and jabbed a finger into her sodden cunt. Leslie moaned, "Oh, Jesus, YES!" And went berserk, plunging her face in and out of Maggie's cunt.

Maggie grunted twice with intense pleasure and the scorching mouth at her delta forced her to lean back and grip the couch with both hands as her pelvis leapt out to meet Leslie's voracious tongue.

I used my free hand to shuck the remainder of my clothing aside, keeping my finger busy stirring the honey now oozing freely from Leslie's pussy. With my other hand I reached out and took hold of the back of Maggie's head and brought her face to mine and kissed her.

It was a totally different experience. For with Leslie sucking her cunt dry, or at least trying to, I was able to enjoy the sharp sensations surging through Maggie as my tongue trolled its way into her feverish mouth and encountered a sucking fury I never thought could exist in one's mouth.

Gasping for air I broke the kiss.

"MORE!" Maggie panted, "MORE!"

We renewed the agitated kissing with me soon tweaking a nipple that elicited a loud moan from her covered throat. The kiss went on for an eternity, or so it seemed and suddenly Maggie was coming, sending copious amounts of her love juices into Leslie's eagerly waiting mouth. She tore her mouth from mine and flailed at the empty air beside her before collapsing on the couch, the only body part moving that I noticed was her hips, which continued to thrust up to meet what must have been the ghost of Leslie's tongue. For Leslie had turned around and engulfed my cock in her mouth, sucking with wild abandon.

My hands moved of their own accord. One to rest on Leslie's head as a guide, perhaps, the other drifted along Maggie's pulsating belly to her pussy which was extremely wet. I located Maggie's clit and teased it and she came again. Whether I was responsible or whether it was a result of Leslie's earlier licking I don't know and I doubt if Maggie cared. She did, however, enjoy it immensely.

And as I felt myself readying for my climax, I gently extracted myself from Leslie's bewitching mouth and climbed on top of Maggie, inserting my penis in her smoldering crevice and pumped away like a man gone mad. I don't recall if it was twenty or thirty thrusts, it really doesn't matter anyway, but it wasn't long before I started to erupt again. This time I pulled out and offered my seed to the patiently waiting Leslie, who was kneeling alongside the two of us.

"OH FUCK... YES!" I screamed out as the initial burst caught her across the bridge of her nose and both eyelids (she had her eyes closed, anticipating this very thing.) The second found her curled tongue and the third I offered to Maggie who was hovering close at hand in hope I would provide her with a taste, screeching, "ME, ME, ME!"

She gulped my cock into her mouth and sucked and swallowed the remainder and I collapsed onto the floor, panting and desperately needing some rest.

As if from a great distance I heard Leslie plaintively telling Maggie how sorry she was, "I am so sorry Maggie; I didn't know he was going to go off that quick."

I decided to intervene, and said, "Normally I wouldn't have," gasped and continued, "but the two of you got me so fucking hot that I had too, I couldn't hold off any longer."

Maggie laughed raucously at the two of us. "There's no problem at all kiddies. We'll just fuck his brains out again as soon as he recovers."

Chapter 10.

The following morning Leslie left around eight to keep an appointment with a client. Maggie and I were lolling around in the bedroom, watching the Today Show on NBC. We were just finishing the pot of coffee I'd made earlier and Maggie suddenly scooted off the bed and skipped (yes, skipped) happily into the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower pelting a river of cool water against the glass and knew Maggie was cleaning up from our escapades of the night before.

I became engrossed in an interview Al Roker was conducting with a young female violinist, when I heard Maggie calling out to me.

"So, what's your day look like?'

Still looking at the television, I replied, "Well, I like to get some research in on an article and I need to begin..."

I glanced toward the bathroom and saw Maggie standing naked in the doorway, toweling off.

"But that can wait."

Maggie emitted a husky, very sexy laugh. "Yes I can see that things are changing before my very eyes. So... is a quick fuck out of the question?"

"Isn't the guy supposed to use that line?" I said with a big grin, and made my dick jump for her entertainment. "But to answer your question, it is not out of the question, in fact, the only question is where shall we begin?"

"Here?" she said wearing only that incorrigible smile.

"Mmmm, yeah, but give me a minute," I said and slipped off the bed and made for the bathroom, relieved myself, brushed my teeth and as I placed the toothbrush back into its holder, Maggie was pulling herself up onto the countertop.

Taking my face in both hands she said, "Mmmm. A shave would be nice, you're likely to be kinda rough around my edges, you know?"

"You're perfectly positioned," I said.

"Hmmm, I guess if a girl is purrfectly positioned she had better make the best of it, don't you think?

I stepped up to her, gently eased her legs apart, and moved between them as I embraced her.

"You're perfect... I mean, purrfect in every way, my love."

"Oh, you are too sweet!" She smiled lewdly and I had just the vaguest notion of what was coming.

We kissed, softly, slowly; I eased her head back against the large mirror and her nails were investigating the follicles of my scalp. I kissed her neck, her shoulder and then as she held her breast out to me I dropped to one knee and...

"Oh, God... Good Morning!" Maggie cried out in that husky and very appreciative voice.

She watched intently as I licked her nether lips. Slightly uncomfortable, I lifted her hips a little more using my shoulders. That allowed me to gnaw on her cunt and look at her face at the same time. Our eyes locked as my mouth took hold of her labia and sucked on it; and she whimpered softly while I nibbled away.

Maggie's hips were rocking as she worked her pussy against my mouth. I sent my tongue in as deeply as possible, knowing she reveled in the sensations this action brought on. She shuddered and whimpered again.

I replaced my tongue with a finger and asked, "Is this good?"

"God, yes, it's wonderful," she responded.

My finger was in no particular hurry, casually exploring the walls of her moist pussy when I decided to bring her clit out into the open. To accomplish this task I did everything but make direct contact with her little love button. That meant working the very edges of her hooded cock, but not touching it, teasing, tantalizing, stimulating and maddeningly tormenting her.

"JESUS!" she cried out.

"Good?"

"YES!"

"Want more?"

"MORE? JESUS, YES!"

Her eyes, when open, were glazed with lust. Her hips had never faltered in rising up to meet my finger.

I flicked across her clit with my tongue and sent a second finger deeply into her at the same time.

"OHMYGOD!" she screamed. Maggie had come a long way from that soft whimper of a few short minutes ago.

Backing off her clit for a moment, I began a rapid series of thrusts with my fingers, bouncing off her vaginal walls - not looking for the "G" just yet, just hard finger-fucking and she responded to it by moving those splendid hips faster and faster.

It was evident from the beaded perspiration on her forehead and upper lip that another shower would be in her immediate future and that I would undoubtedly be joining her.

Yanking my fingers from her now frothy slit, I sent my face into her juices, licking and sucking like a man possessed, which I was.

I can't recite how sweet I found her taste."JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!" She gasped, as her movements became more frenzied.

Glancing up I noted that Maggie's eyes were closed, and her head was moving from side to side. There was no doubt in my mind, but that she was on the cusp of a powerful orgasm.

And so I slowed my cunnilingual assault, bringing her down.

I looked up at her again and found her staring back at me, chest heaving, mouth open sucking air and a look of peace across her face. But her hips never quit their gyrations.

I counted to 25 and licked her clit, then gave it a long suck. She was suddenly on the brink of coming again. After backing off again I decided to try and see how long we could keep this up before she erupted. I began alternating; first using my fingers, slowly, building to a faster pace and then bringing everything to a halt.

It seemed that by stopping I was triggering some hidden mechanism with her, bringing her to the very edge of her climax, but no further.

She was whimpering frequently at this point, moaning loudly whenever I reverted to licking and sucking her now fully engorged clit. But on halting the process, I brought her climax from boiling over to simmering on the back burner.

"BASTARD," she groaned as I left off her tormented clit. She was holding my head loosely with both hands, her knees were tucked under her breasts and her cunt was opened wide for my pleasure and hers.

"Something wrong?" I asked innocently.

"I'm ready, ready, ready!"

"Sorry, my love, I'm having too much fun to end it right now," I said between slurps on her oh so Goddamn juicy snatch. This time my finger located her spot and I found out that Maggie was a natural contralto. Her entire body seemed to levitate off the countertop. Her pussy had my fingers in a veritable death grip, and when her hands forced my face ever deeper into her groin and her thighs closed tightly around my ears I knew she was almost ready.

"GODDAMN YOU!" She screeched, and then in a more plaintive tone, "c'mon now, quit teasing me!"

I brought her close once more and then backed off just before she came, leaving her taut as a drum on the counter.

"YOU FUCK, YOU! I haven't been this close since that bitch Marion!"

'Marion?' I thought, 'now there's a name to look into, ' and filed it away for future reference.

Her hands were no longer holding my head in place, now they were simply fluttering in the air, and her body lost its rigidity and went kind of limp. She watched me through half-lidded eyes as I continued licking and sucking her inner thigh, her major labia and of course, the occasional lick over her clit.

"Come," she said, and when I glanced up she was beckoning to me. I abandoned her pussy and kissed my way up her body, paying hardly enough attention to her lovely breasts, but making a note to revisit them for a longer period in the very near future.

We kissed and I have never had such a hungry tongue in my mouth before and I doubt I ever will see the like of it again. My mouth was smeared with her juices and while the kiss continued almost uninterrupted, she did break away for several short, but delightful forays too lick her juices from my mouth and chin.While still in the midst of this torrid clinch, my cock found itself at her entrance and as juicy as she was, slipped right in.

"Dow ruc me!" Maggie called out with her mouth glued to mine. I've eaten in enough Chinese restaurants to be able to hazard a guess as to what was actually said. ("Now fuck me!" for those of you who are lousy guessers.) And so I obliged her, rotating my hips and moving my cock from side to side as well as in and out. We did this for a long time, holding the kiss, occasionally opening our eyes and staring into the others.

She ended the kiss. It seemed she had to ask me something and I said, "Mmmmm?" in a dreamy kind of a way because I was really into this fuck, I had one of those all-day hardons that wouldn't quit.

"I have been coming steadily for at least thirty minutes. It's never been like this. I mean I can come and come, sometimes... but this is steady, not earthshaking, but Jesus it's... not real. It's like I'm in heaven or something. How... how can you keep this up?"

"Beats me," I replied. "Maybe it's my partner."

"Oh, you... OH! OH! OH!"

"Coming love?"

"OH, YEAH!"

Suddenly I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer and I began to slam it into her. Her juices had saturated her thighs and run onto the countertop and consequently, my latest flurry of thrusts caused her to slip off the edge of the counter and she would have fallen, or at least landed on her feet, had I not pinned her against the counter and slipping my hands under her ass, kept her there. Of course Maggie helped out some, wrapping those 'licious thighs around my waist and fucking back as well, if not better than I was doing her.

I was compelled to slow down, but maintained my deep thrusting, way in, ease almost all the way out and then slamming back; slamming in so far that my balls were bouncing off her ass at the end of each stroke.

We were both grunting like pigs at the trough by this time, her hair was matted to her face, hiding half of it. God knows what I looked like. I know it couldn't have been pretty.

We were climbing the mountain together and I guess I was striving to get her to come with me, but wasn't sure how close she was.

"I... I'm sorry, Maggie, but I'm gonna come now," I whined.

"That's what I've been waiting for! C'mon let's DO IT!"

And I was spewing forth a tumultuous load. Maggie squeezed me as hard as she could and I felt her loins against mine, jerking wildly and suddenly my ears popped and I heard her.

"OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!"

As the mountainous orgasm finally smashed into her. Later she told me it was triggered by the feel of my seed rushing into her deepest parts. We held each other for minutes afterwards. That is, until she finally begged me to get the counter drawer knob out of her butt. She was partially kidding. The knob was pressing into her cheek and I wasn't helping any by leaning on her and adding additional weight.

Ever the gentleman, I carried her to the bedroom and lay her down. Her eyes were closed as I kissed her neck, but fluttered open as I reached her cheeks, and the sides of her mouth curled up into an exhausted smile.

"Who taught you to tease a woman like that?" Maggie said her voice ragged.

I countered with a question of my own. "Who's Marion?"

"Marion? What Marion?" Her ragged tone had added confusion to it.

"When we were, err, playing a few minutes ago, you made reference to a Marion. Specifically, you called me a fuck and while that's perfectly valid, especially under the circumstances, you added the words, "I haven't been this close since that bitch Marion!"

"I did?"

"Yes, you did."

"Did I tell you that you were fucking fantastic?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes, but don't go changing the subject. Who is Marion?"

"Oh, all right!" she cried out, throwing her hands in the air in abject surrender.

"She was my first... woman. Now are you satisfied?"

"Hardly, I want to hear all the dirty details and the juicier the better."

"Damn it, I don't talk about my sex life."

"Sure you do. And I want to hear all about Maid Marion."

Surprisingly, that made Maggie laugh.

"All right, all right, Robin fuckin' Hood," she crowed as she flipped my limp penis in the air with her hand, as if tossing a pancake at a breakfast party.

"No distractions please," I scolded, "Besides he's asleep for a while. Maybe your story will wake him up and then we can play nice games until Leslie comes home."

"Leslie! Jesus I forgot all about Leslie." She stammered.

"I don't know how you managed that," I teased and earned myself a light punch on the arm.

"Okay, how I met Marion."

"And what the two of you did together. Don't go leaving the smutty stuff out, now."