"Oooh, lady, what you do to a bra," the man said as Margo stood before him in the hotel bedroom, her blouse held wide open, a confident smile on her attractive face as she showed the stranger how she filled the black lace bra that carried a tag labeled 40-D.
"You'll like it even better when my bra is off, Cal " Margo told the man she had picked up in the bar less than an hour earlier. "They're really firm and silken smooth."
Dropping the blouse onto a chair, Margo was amazingly calm as she opened the top of her skirt, pushed it down over wide, well-fleshed hips, then drew another gasp from the man at the sight of little black lace panties on a smooth, white, slightly-rounded tummy.
His eyes wide with delight, he noted the thighs that were big, yet looked youthfully firm. The whiteness of her skin was emphasized by the black suspenders which held the sheer black nylons in an erotic caress of each thigh.
"My God, Margo, you're beautiful... too much. I don't know what the catch is, but to hell with it. I'm hooked."
"I keep telling you," Margo said with a little laugh as she stepped out of the skirt with a dancer's grace, "there is no catch. All I want from you for an hour or two is to share this body in every way you like."
"And after that?" he asked.
"After that, I'll be gone. You'll never see me again. In time, you'll remember me as a beautiful dream that happened one afternoon in a hotel."
"It's going to be a dream I'll never forget, Margo. Later, will you tell me how I got lucky back there in the bar?"
"Yes. What I'll tell you now is that I'm thirty- five, and you're about to be the second man who has ever seen and touched this body. Speaking of bodies, are you shy about showing me what you have to offer?"
"I'm not shy, lady, just stunned. I'll get over it," he promised, then began to undress.
When he stopped, Cal stood naked, his penis in strong erection, the skin drawn back from a swollen head that was much bigger than the only one she had seen before.
With a low cry of passion, Margo moved into the arms of the stranger. As they kissed, she trembled with lust. She had never been kissed with such beautiful passion, had never been held in such a way.
As the kiss went on and on, something big and hard and strong throbbed against her tummy, a stiff something that would soon be throbbing deep inside her vagina, where fires were raging, juices welling up.
One of his hands rubbed slowly down her back until it was under her left buttock, squeezing the plump, firm mound, pulling her body more firmly against his, against the strong, throbbing tool, and she groaned into his open mouth.
"I've never been kissed like that," Margo told him after the kiss as he held a buttock in each hand. "It was sexier than all the fucks I've known. Did I shock you with the word fuck?"
"Not on your life. Use all the words you like. It excites me more. You look so innocent, almost chaste. It's kicky to hear words like that come out of your mouth."
"Kiss my mouth again, Cal, then strip me naked and do sexy things with me. Get that strong cock up my cunt and make me know I'm being fucked."
"Christ, yes! You'll be fucked, you horny angel," he assured her. Then they were kissing again, wetly, hotly, her body rubbing against his as he played with big, firm buttocks that he hungered to kiss and lick.
"Let me kiss the big, beautiful cock that's going to fuck my cunt," she panted after the kiss as she dropped to her knees.
Her touch was gentle, loving, as she toyed with the throbbing instrument, fondled the velvet head and iron shaft, then pressed her lips to it in a loving kiss which ended with the big head in her mouth.
"Much more of that, lady," Cal warned her, "and you'll get your first fuck in your mouth."
"Then I'll stop. Later, if you want me to, I'll suck you off. Before that, I want to feel you going off in my cunt. I've waited so long for this fuck," Margo told the man as she stood.
"Yes, Cal, yes," she urged as he reached around her to unhook her bra. "Take my bra off. Make my big tits bare," she panted. "Take my tits and do what you like with them. I know you won't hurt me."
"How can you know that?" Cal asked as he struggled with stubborn hooks.
"I read it in your face before I picked you up. You're gentle and kind, and you like to laugh.
You don't hurt people unless you have to."
"You've been reading my mail," Cal told her as the final hook slipped, then pulled the straps off her arms. As those lovely big breasts came into view, he groaned.
"Sweet Jesus! I didn't know tits could be that lovely," Cal told her, his voice breaking.
"Take my tits, Cal. Make them your tits. They're all yours, for a while. Take my big bare tits."
Cal did, his hands so gentle as each claimed one. Then he was exploring them, fondling, squeezing, thrilling to the incredible firmness, making her nipples grow long and hard as he tweaked more gently than any fingers had ever done to her.
And then with a muffled cry, Cal filled his mouth with one of the breasts, and as he sucked, she rubbed his head and panted with arousal.
"Oh God, you suck my tits like an angel. Suck my tits. Please don't stop. Oh God, I can feel that right in my cunt. Suck... suck... suck," Margo panted as he complied while one of his hands fondled the other breast with the same gentle, erotic touch.
After the breast had been generously, lovingly sucked, Cal changed positions and Margo groaned loudly as her lover sucked the other breast.
Before he stopped sucking, his right hand rubbed down over her tummy, onto her panties, through which he felt a firm bulge of mons veneris with a thick bush. Then the hand was in her crotch, and she was squirming, wet panties rubbing back against the sweetly invading hand.
"Mmmmmm, you're hot and juicy," Cal told her as she took the sensitized, almost raw nippled out of his mouth.
"This is the first time I've ever wet my panties in this way. Oh Cal, my wonderful lover, I'm so hot for you. Take my panties off."
"Yes, angel, I'll take your panties off," he told her as he dropped to his knees and she parted her thighs to admit his face. "I'll take them off after I've kissed them were they're wet, where they snug against your hot, soft little cunt."
Twisting his neck painfully, he got his mouth onto the warm, wet crotch of her panties and, more than just kissing, she felt him sucking greedily, hungrily, his muffled groans adding to the fires of lust that were raging within her.
"Oh, God," Margo said, panting, as the man stopped sucking and looked up at her, licking his lips as though still savoring the flavor of nylon- filtered vaginal dew, "I've never been kissed there. It was wild!"
"You mean on your panties?" he asked as he his hands went to the waistband.
"I mean between my legs. I've never been kissed anywhere below my tits. Even that was years ago."
"Do you mean you've never felt a mouth on your cunt?" Cal asked with a look of amazement. "Christ, no, never."
"You're going to now, Margo. I'm not just going to kiss your cunt. I'm going to suck it and lick it and make you come with my face buried in your crotch."
"Oh yes, Cal, yes. I feel like I'm going to scream. You're really going to suck my cunt."
"I'm going to suck and lick your luscious, hot cunt," the man told her as he slowly took her panties down.
She heard his labored breathing as he bared the neat, thick triangle of shiny black hair on the base of her belly, let the garment fall around her feet, and she rested a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of the wet garment.
She felt warm, moist breath on her mons veneris and thighs. Then he was kissing the silken pubic hairs, nuzzling there while she squirmed in raging lust.
"Yes, you beautiful angel, I'm going to suck your cunt. But first, I'm going to do something else."
As he panted the words, Cal was turning her around and she gave her full cooperation.
"What a beautiful, beautiful bum. This is what I'm going to do to this glorious ass," he went on. Then he stopped talking and, holding her by the hips, went on to cover her buttocks with wet, warm kisses. Then Margo was moaning with passion as she felt his face pressed between her buttocks and his tongue licked slowly up and down the deep, warm crack of her behind.
When he finished and got to his feet, licking his lips, Margo was barely able to walk as he guided her to the bed and eased her gently down onto it. Lying on her back, she threw her legs wide apart and held her arms up to welcome the wonderful stranger onto and into her naked body.
As his mouth came down on hers in another passionate kiss, she again felt that magnificently stiff penis throbbing against her, this time between her widely parted thighs, the velvet head brushing against her tingling vulva.
After a long, wet kiss, Cal began to move slowly down over her writhing body. He kissed her throat and shoulders, then his mouth returned to her breasts to do more exciting things.
And still he was moving down, kissing as he went. He paused over her beautifully rounded tummy and made her squeal with delight as he tongued her navel and left a little pool of saliva there, then he was once more nuzzling in the foliage of her mons veneris.
As his face inched slowly lower, Margo remembered what he had promised to do in her crotch, and she emitted a broken cry, her behind jerking up off the bed in joyful anticipation.
She kept crying out as she felt his cheeks brushing her inner thighs, felt the moist breath on her vulva. Margo cried out loudly as she felt his mouth touching her crotch-mouth.
"Oh, Cal," she panted, "oh... oh... you're kissing me right on the cunt. Oh yes... yes... yes... kiss my cunt just like that... yes... ooohhhhh... aaaahhhhhh... " But Cal wasn't going to restrict himself to kissing, Margo discovered as his hands rubbed over her hips and thighs and then, for the first time ever, she discovered the joy of having a man suck greedily in the churning heat of her crotch.
He sucked greedily, noisily, and as he did, Margo began to wonder if she could possible die of joy. But there was no fear in her, and then joy achieved a new plateau as her lover began to lick in her slit. His tongue penetrated deep, where more and more juice welled up.
The tongue darted and probed and licked and lashed as she lay, trembling and jerking and moaning. Margo cried out in new ecstasy as the slightly raspy tongue licked slowly over an extremely sensitive clitoris.
While his hands rubbed lovingly, Cal's tongue licked and flicked her passion bud until she thought she would go crazy. Margo felt their mingled juices oozing from her slit to pour into the crack of her behind, the wetness there providing yet another brand new thrill, and she knew she was in for one more incredible joy.
She felt her body tensing, every muscle and nerve going taut. It was going to be an orgasm, she sensed, that major miracle she had read about and never achieved, except with her finger or her vibrator. This time, it was going to happen with the face of a man between her thighs, his tongue licking where she felt so hot and wet and tingly. Just before the explosion happened, she warned herself not to shriek so loudly that she would disturb the whole hotel and bring people pounding on the door.
Her body tensed totally, her behind jerked off the bed one more time, and she felt the scream building in her throat. Just in time, Margo stuffed the heel of a hand into her mouth and bit down on it.
What happened then made her every previous orgasm seem like nothing more than faint tickles. As she jerked and bucked and writhed on the bed, one explosion after another tore through her body. Each one began deep inside her vagina and spread out to involve her total being, and after each, there came another, like ripples in a calm pool.
But this pool was anything but calm as her legs kept scissoring, her thighs massaging his face and head as the man held on with both hands until, at last, Margo heard a deep, quavering sigh, opened her eyes and looked surprised at discovering that she was still on earth and that her body had returned to being one piece, all the millions of fragments somehow having come back together.
"I take it you enjoyed your first cunt-lapping?" Cal asked.
"Oh my God, enjoy isn't word enough. Nothing could ever describe that," she told him, her voice sounding so small and weak.
"I drank pure nectar from your sweet cunt, my angel," he told her. "I could happily spend the rest of my life with my face in your crotch."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Cal. It was sheer heaven for me. I never dreamed anything could ever be like that."
"Lots of things can be like that, darling," Cal told his woman, then paused to lick more dew from his lips. "In just a minute, after we allow your cunt to recover a little, I'm going to feed you this stiff cock, and we're going to have a beautiful fuck."
"Oh, yes, Cal. Oh Jesus, how I want you to fuck me!"
"I'm going to fuck you, darling. Is your cunt glowing?" he asked. "Can you still feel it tingling?"
"Yes, oh yes. Oh Cal, darling. I can't believe it."
"Believe it, angel," he said, smiling as he moved up and knelt between her legs. "You can also believe this) " he added as he waved his stiff tool at her. "When this is throbbing inside your tingling cunt, while I fuck you, then you'll have to believe it."
"Oh yes, darling lover, yes. Give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot that beautiful big prick up my cunt and fuck me hard. Fuck me to death if you want to, and I'll die happy, lover."
"I'm going to fuck you gently, angel, and you won't die. You may go to heaven, but you won't die."
And then he lowered himself onto her warm, waiting body. As he put a hand into her crotch, she felt the big head, felt it brush against her inner thigh, and then it was rubbing on her vulva.
"Oh Cal, darling. It feels so beautiful. Give it to me. Fuck me now, my darling man. Fuck me!"
His weight was heavy on her, but this time, for the first time in years, the heavy weight of a man's body on her was a thing of pure joy, and she wanted more of that weight.
Carefully guiding his throbbing tool between the parted lips of her slit, he paused, then very slowly pushed the head in.
"Ooooh... aaaahhhhhh... I can feel it. Your cock is in now. It's in my cunt, but it's so gentle. I can't believe it can be so gentle."
He lifted much of his weight off her sweat-wet body and began feeding his penis to her with slow, gentle strokes. Then he had it buried to the hilt, and Margo moaned some more as he paused to rest for just a moment, then began stroking.
"Oh, Cal, it's never been so good. Your cock is so hard, but so gentle," she praised, making her words sound like a hymn. "Oh my God, I love the way you fuck me, lover. Yes, do it... do it... do it... fuck me... Oh Jesus, what a lovely, gentle fuck."
Margo was still panting the words of praise when wild, tingling sensations in her body told her she was going to go over the edge again. She tried to tell him what was happening, but she couldn't form words, just gasps and sighs and cries of ecstasy.
And then her shining wet body was jerking and writhing in another magnificent orgasm, one so great that it carried her to a higher heaven than the one she had visited earlier. While the spasms rocked her body, the man pressed down hard on her, his weight crushing her delightfully while she held him with strong arms and legs, as though she would never let him go.
Cal had hoped to resume his ride after her orgasm, but fate decreed otherwise. As Margo climaxed, her vagina kept sucking on his wildly aroused penis, and then, just as her orgasm was passing, he realized his turn had arrived.
Panting and grunting, he held it back long enough to perm it him to give her a shower of fast, short jabs of his tool. Then it was his turn to produce labored sounds as he lay in her crotch, his behind jerking sharply while he shot a powerful charge deep into her hotly tingling depths. Then he lay atop her, totally spent and delightfully weak.
"Oh, what a glorious fuck that was, my lover!" Margo told her man as she held him to her body.
"My thanks to you, angel. I don't really know what or who you are, but that was the most beautiful fuck of my life."
"Will you be able to get your cock hard and fuck me again?" she asked with the innocence of a child asking about Santa Claus.
"If you can stay a while, darling. There's nothing in the world I'd rather do."
"I'll stay."
After the romp he had enjoyed, Cal looked surprised to see that he had anything left as he pulled it out and looked at the ruins of his erection.
Smiling, Margo reached for it and held it gently, not at all bothered by the fact that his penis was soft and sticky, not at all like the proud erection he had stuck into her slit.
"Let's lie down and talk and rest, angel," Cal told her. "I want to get John Henry up again so I can poke him in your tight little cunt for another fuck."
"Oh goody. What shall we talk about?" Margo asked as he lay beside her.
"You."
"Okay. I'll tell you about me, and then perhaps you'll understand why you got picked up in a bar by a horny bitch."
CHAPTER TWO
Margo found the man easy to talk to, and her story easy to tell. She told him of her first affair at the age of fifteen, pregnancy and marriage at sixteen.
"Were you in love?" Cal asked.
"I thought I was. Everybody's in love at fifteen, I suppose."
"Was the marriage good in the beginning?"
"Not all that great. I had nothing to compare his style of sex with, and I thought it was good, but in time, I saw that all sex meant to him was lying down on a nude woman and poking his tool in the hole between her legs."
"That doesn't sound too thrilling at that," Cal agreed.
"Later, I talked to other women and found out what was missing. He kept me doing blow-jobs for him, but he would never go down on me. That sort of thing - selfishness."
"Did you like sucking him off?"
"I did in the beginning, you know, the feel of that big cock in your mouth, throbbing, the challenge of seeing how much you can take in, then feeling it shooting and the guy moaning and panting like dying."
"And then you stopped liking it when you saw that it was a one-way street?"
"That's about it."
"And you stayed with him because of the child?"
"Just as simple as that. I knew I was a good mother. It wasn't her fault she got born; it was mine. I knew I'd stay all the way, no matter what."
"You paid a hell of a big price, Margo. That must have been a lot of years."
"I was sixteen when she was born. She left for college this morning. I'm thirty-five," Margo said without even a hint of bitterness.
"Nineteen of the best years of your life, and yet you don't sound bitter," he commented.
"I'm not bitter. I made a decision and I saw it through. I didn't waste the time totally. I read, studied, bettered myself. I knew that one day I'd set out to start a new life for myself. I wanted to be ready."
"You appear more than ready. I thought you were a college grad."
"I am," Margo replied casually. "Through correspondence courses I got a Chartered Public Accountant's degree, a B.A., then Master of Business Administration."
"Jesus Christ," Cal said, impressed. "That's one hell of a feat for a kid who left school at fifteen."
"What was the alternative? Gardening? Watching TV?"
"I see what you mean. How's your daughter?"
"As close to perfect as a young woman can get. We were very close over the years. She knew my plans and approved. I'll keep in close touch with her."
"What an amazing woman you are, Margo. You left home today, and I got lucky and happened to be in the right place at the right time."
"That's the way it was. I'd waited a lot of years for this fuck, and I wasn't going to waste another day. I'm glad it was you I found."
"You're glad? Fate has just given me a bonus I'll never forget. I hope the fuck measured up to your expectations."
"It went far beyond my wildest dreams, lover. The fuck was superb. The way you lapped my cunt was right out of this world. The whole thing was wilder than any of my daydreams, and there were lots of those. My range of reading was broad and included a lot of hard core porn. I knew what it was supposed to be like."
"And now you're starting that new life."
"For openers, I have nineteen years to make up. After that, I'll just want to go on doing it for the fun of the game."
"Can I be a part of that for a little while?" Cal asked.
"Afraid not. I'll be out of town before it gets dark."
"Are you okay financially?"
"Fine, thanks. I calculated my contribution over the years and took part of that out of our savings. I left a note to that effect with my lawyer. My husband will shit when he finds out, but that's tough."
"At the risk of sounding paternal, Margo, I hope you will be very careful. Picking up men in bars can be very dangerous."
"I know, and thanks. I've become a very good judge of character, wouldn't you say?"
"Well, of course, in my case you were," he replied and laughed. "I hope the next man is as safe."
"The next one may not be a man at all."
"Not a man?"
"That's right. It may be a boy, a woman, it all depends on what turns up. I propose to try everything. How else can I decide where my major interests lie?"
"Have you tried it with a girl?"
"Not yet, but I will. It's a fantasy I've enjoyed often. I've done a lot of fingering with that daydream."
"You must have had some beautiful fantasies."
"Ooh, I have. Another favorite is seducing an innocent youth, a virgin. I give a little at a time, show, let him touch, keep him panting for more until, finally, I'm naked."
"And then you take his virginity?"
"Not that quickly. First he has to go down on me. I get my cunt sucked and licked, my ass worked over with his lips and tongue. I have a couple of beautiful comes, then I spread my legs and have the lucky lad deposit his virgin status in my cunt."
"Christ, what a life-plan you've established! How I wish I could join you," he told her with a sigh.
"If anyone could, I'd want it to be you, Cal. Today, you were and are perfect. Tomorrow, it will have to be someone else."
"How long do you think you can take the schedule?" Cal asked.
"Long enough. I'm giving myself three weeks to drive to the coast. When I get there, I have a good job and a nice little house. I'll develop a circle of swinging friends, and I'll pace myself. There will be time for work and time for play."
"Speaking of play," Cal said as he turned and reached for her breasts with gentle hands.
"I was hoping you'd feel that way, Cal darling," she told him with a sigh as she reached for his penis. "I've talked myself out."
"I love the way you handle my cock, angel. I have a feeling it won't be long before he raises his head again."
"Mmmm, I hope so, lover. Perhaps a little time deep in my mouth would help him find the strength to stand up."
"That's a beautiful thought, Margo."
"Would you like me to suck you off, or are you in the mood for another fuck?"
"Your choice, angel. Both would be delightful."
"In that case, I think I'd like to suck you hard, then sit on your cock and fuck you. I've never done it that way."
"Then that's how we'll do it. I'll love watching these beautiful big tits swaying while your sweet cunt rides up and down on my cock."
"Me too. I'm getting hot tingles in my cunt just thinking and talking about it."
"I'll tickle those tingles for you, angel," Cal told her and transferred one hand from a breast to the moist warmth of her crotch.
Margo sighed warmly as he slowly worked a finger into an excitingly wet slit and began diddling slowly there.
"Ooh, darling, that's so nice," Margo said. "I've told you everything about me. Tell me something about you?"
"Sure. What?"
"Do you ever make out with guys?"
"Once in a while I like to have a guy give me a blow-job. I rarely feel in the mood to repay the favor, but I have sucked three or four cocks, and rather enjoyed it. I much prefer women. No cock in the world could ever turn me on the way this cunt does, those tits, that luscious ass."
"Mmmmm, you're great, Cal. You know something? It may sound weird, but the way you're treating me today is making me doubly anxious to make out with a woman."
"That's because I'm gentle and considerate of your needs. As I understand it, a good lesbian lover will be like that, and she'll be very lucky."
"Ooooh, Cal, I'm going to come again soon. I love the way you finger my cunt."
"Have a nice one, darling, then we'll have a short rest, then you'll mount me and fuck me and delight me with the sight of your dancing tits."
"Oh, yes, lover, and when I come, I'll grind my big, bare ass on you and my cunt will really suck you dry."
"Christ, Margo, for a woman with so little experience, you're wild!"
"I'm going to get wilder, darling. I'm almost there. I can feel the orgasm building... building... building... now... now... uh... now... NOWWWWWWWWW!!!"
As her body began to jerk in strong orgasm, Cal held her with his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her locked against his body until climax was complete. She sighed warmly as she thanked him for another beautiful orgasm.
"I'm ready for that fuck anytime you are, darling," Margo told the man. "I see your cock doesn't need any help after all, but I would like to suck on it a bit."
"My pleasure," Cal said as he rolled over and lay on his back.
Her mouth was warm and moist as it worked on his organ, making it so good that he was tempted to have her suck him off, then he remembered their plan.
"Better mount your stallion right now," Cal urged her, "or it will be too late. That magic mouth could make me shoot very soon."
Margo gave a few more sucks, giggled, then moved into position. Her breasts danced beautifully as she straddled him, crouching. Then she found his tool with a hand and guided it into her slit. They both sighed loudly as she lowered her weight onto him. They felt that stiff, throbbing tool push up into the tight, tender confines of an excitingly lubricated passage.
As she impaled herself on him, Cal saw that the mirror, positioned as it was, gave him a perfect rear view of Margo. He saw how the big, luscious buttocks arched and how a stiff penis was poking up into the slit that had changed into a big 0 to take what he had to offer% And then Margo was riding, panting and sweating, breasts bobbing and swaying as she rode while he tried to watch both the frontal and rear view. Never had any woman so aroused him and, more than anything, he wanted her to stay, but he pushed the thought out of his mind and savored the wild joy of their shared lust.
Cal heard himself groaning as the big, beautiful woman rode his greased pole, driving him wild with passion. From below, he heard the exciting squishing sounds of hot, wet penis and vagina in action, and trembled some more as he alternated between thrilling front and rear views of the rapturous ride he was getting.
He heard Margo's sounds change as she stroked faster. She was crying out in orgasm, her lovely buttocks grinding on him as she had promised. The delight was so great for Cal that his brakes failed, and as she massaged him with her beautiful behind, he panted and grunted as he felt his semen shooting, being sucked greedily up into the hot, wet slit of the magnificent stranger who had walked into his life and would walk right out of it, leaving him a sad and lonely and frustrated man, with only a memory to cling to; a memory so brilliant that it would burn forever in his mind.
CHAPTER THREE
Margo had been driving for less than two hours when she decided it was enough for her first day. She could still feel the glow in her body from the session with Cal, and she didn't want to dissipate it by driving when she had plenty of time for the trip.
She pulled off the highway at the next motel and cased it. The dining room looked good, so did the pool. So she checked in. Twenty minutes later, she was in the pool, and the water did nothing to detract from the glow that still filled and seemed to radiate from her.
There were about a dozen people in and around the pool. She wasn't surprised at the looks she got. Her plain, one-piece bathing suit wasn't so plain as it caressed her. She was too well fleshed to be a model, she knew, but her five-foot-nine frame carried a hundred and forty pounds nicely.
Looking after that figure had been a part of her plan too, and since she didn't want to be slim, she had little, if any, difficulty keeping her weight where she wanted it, exercising to keep her flesh firm, especially her breasts, buttocks and thighs.
She enjoyed the glances and wished she could get a reading of the minds of the men who peeked, most of them turning their glances away guiltily when she would have met their stares.
And then she noticed that one of the starers was not a man, but a tall, slim, sophisticated-looking woman, perhaps her own age or a few years older. Margo wondered what sort of thoughts were in the woman's mind and arousal flared at once.
Margo wondered whether it would be a good idea to get involved with a lesbian so soon after the exciting affair with Cal. She told herself she should spend a restful evening instead of romping again, but another part of her mind nagged, so she decided to escape temptation by going to her room and getting dressed for dinner.
If she had been able to see the gaze of the slim woman, feasting on her thighs and buttocks as she walked away from the pool, Margo would have been very sure of what was in her mind.
Back in her room, she bathed carefully, douched, then dressed. The glow Cal had deposited in her was still very much with her, so much so that before dressing, she gave a brief consideration to the thought of masturbating, but she decided against it. Cal's glow was more than good enough to see her through dinner.
The dining room wasn't crowded, and she chose a table with a view of the garden and pool. She ordered a martini, extra dry.
The waiter brought her drink, then she saw the slim woman look around as she came into the dining room. Acting on instinct, Margo gave her a bright smile and saw the woman return it as she walked toward her table.
"Are you dining alone?" the woman asked.
"I was. Why don't you join me?"
"My name is Brenda and I don't much care for eating alone," the woman said as she sat.
Margo held her martini until the waiter produced one for Brenda, then they sipped as they chatted easily. The conversation flowed and, recalling some of the lesbian stories she had read, Margo decided the woman was dropping signals, so she responded in kind. Before they finished their second martini, Margo was convinced that Brenda was on the make, convinced beyond doubt.
"Speaking of eating alone," Margo began, not bothering with being subtle at that point, "this is one of those nights when I don't feel like sleeping alone."
"What a lovely coincidence," Brenda replied with a smile that was radiant. "Our moods seem perfectly matched. Your place or mine? I have gin, tonic and ice."
"My bar is dry, but nothing else about me is," Margo responded, smiling. Then her tongue licked slowly over her full lips.
"My place it is. Now I'm going to have trouble eating dinner... I mean... " she added with a little laugh.
"I know what you mean, but I think I can manage the lobster salad."
Brenda agreed with that, and they ordered, deciding not to have another martini, but to share a half-bottle of Blue Nun with the salad instead.
"I couldn't take my eyes off you in the pool," Brenda told her. "Did you know?"
"Yes."
"I wish you'd have given me a signal. I thought you had gotten away."
"I couldn't decide," Margo told her% "Besides, I'm not all that good at signals, anyway."
"You are, uh, one of us, aren't you?" Brenda asked with a little frown.
"Let's say I want to be tonight. Will that do?"
"Of course. You puzzle me, Margo, but you really turn me on, too."
"I don't want to dump my whole story on you, Brenda. I'll give it to you in capsule form." Margo did so in just a couple of minutes, and saw the woman's eyes go wide with awe or wonder or some such emotion.
"I washed carefully, inside and out," she told the woman. "Does the fact that I've fucked earlier spoil it for you?"
"No, not at all. I'm bi anyway, but I prefer gals. Besides, when I'm with a guy and in the right mood, I suck, so I'm not going to be bothered by a bit of semen, if there is any of it. You don't mean this is going to be your first gay experience, do you?" "I do indeed. I've never even come close to trying. You may have to guide me a little, but I think I'll learn fast."
"Sweet Jesus, what a find!" Brenda said, her tone suddenly low and husky as her left hand went under the table and found Margo's right thigh. "Am I going to enjoy being your teacher, you angel," she added as the hand crept slowly up under the hem of Margo's dress.
"This is wild, Brenda," Margo whispered, "having you feel my thigh right here in the dining room."
"It's kicky for me, too, but I think I'd better stop. There's a waiter looking. He can see."
"Don't stop," Margo said with a catch in her voice as she moved her knees wide apart. "This is wild. I'm on fire. Feel your way right up to my crotch. Christ, I'm so horny I want to scream."
As the hand rubbed slowly upward on Margo's smooth inner thigh, both women were trembling, then the hand was in Margo's crotch, the tips of fingers brushing lightly on the crotch of her panties.
Her hand trembling, Margo picked up the edge of the table cloth and drew it away so that the waiter was able to see clearly that there was a woman's hand playing in her crotch, then she dropped it and winked at her partner.
"I'll bet there is one guy with a rampaging hard-on," Brenda said as she took her hand back and they laughed warmly together, then as he turned to return to the kitchen, they saw that he seemed to walk with discomfort and they laughed some more.
"I love turning guys on in public places like this," Brenda said as the waiter approached with their dinner.
"I see what you mean. From now on, I'm going to do a lot of it. I imagine nylons and garter belts would be almost essential for such games."
"It helps. Most guys are kinky for that sort of thing."
After that, they talked little and ate fast, finished the wine, left a generous tip, then started the short walk to Brenda's room with knees that had suddenly lost much of their strength.
As the motel door closed behind them, they turned, naturally and smoothly into a lovers' embrace and as they kissed with mounting passion, Margo discovered that sharing a kiss with a woman was at least as exciting as it had been with Cal.
Like Cal, Brenda used both hands to explore Margo's plump buttocks as their bodies rubbed together and Margo discovered that her partner had much smaller buttocks and that they were amazingly firm, almost hard and she wanted to bare them and kiss them as Cal had kissed hers during their memorable romp.
They were both breathing hard as they ended the embrace and began undressing. And then they met in another passionate embrace, this time with their bodies naked, their breasts and pubic mounds rubbing together as they fondled the naked buttocks each offered the other.
"Teach me, Brenda, please," Margo whispered, her lips brushing the woman's ear.
"Oh yes, baby, yes. Come to bed with teacher and we'll go to school. God, I can't wait to get my mouth and hands on those beautiful breasts."
"I like your firm little titties, Brenda. I've never touched or sucked any woman's titties. I'm dying to do it with you."
"You will, dear one, beautiful nude. I'll lie across you and feed my tits into your mouth so you can suck like a greedy baby."
It was an exciting promise for Margo, but as they got onto the bed, the slim woman pushed her backward, then fell atop her, claiming the lovely big breasts with eager hands and greedily sucking mouth. But if Margo minded it, she didn't indicate it in her writhing and sighing as she learned that a woman's mouth and hands could be every bit as exciting and as stimulating as a man's.
"Better than a man's, darling," Brenda corrected, a little later when Margo made the observation aloud. "In most cases, guys are too grabby, too rough. They don't understand how a woman feels, what she wants. That's why I only allow special males between my legs."
As she talked, she knelt up, fondling the shining wet breasts she had just sucked, then Margo demanded more than words as she tugged at the woman and licked her lips.
"So you want to suck a little tittie, do you?" Brenda teased, cupping her little conical left breast form below. "All right, baby, lie back and Mummy will feed. Here, my greedy baby," she went on as she lowered herself over Margo, "take the tittie... take tittie and suck... ooh, yes," she said, panting as she filled Margo's wide open mouth and the suckling began, "yes, baby... yes... yes... suck... suck..."
From the moment the smooth breast pushed into her mouth and she began to suck, Margo knew that many more breasts would fill her mouth in the years ahead. That part of lesbian sex she was sure she liked and she was confident that she was going to love the rest of the game with Brenda, especially that part which involved burying her face between the sleek thighs to suck as Cal had sucked her.
"That was good, baby," Brenda said as she removed the wet, well sucked breast. "Did you like sucking Mummy's nice tittie?"
"Yes, Mummy, but I'm still hungry," Margo went along with the game.
"What a greedy baby you are," Brenda scolded as she held the other breast form below, teased, then slowly pushed it into the wide open mouth. "Here, greedy baby, take tittie and suck, do sucky-suck."
And Margo did, loving the challenge of trying to get the whole breast into her mouth and almost making it as she sucked voraciously until she was driven to distraction by a hand that worked its way into her crotch.
"Oh yes, Brenda, yes," Margo panted as she reached into her partner's crotch and for the first time ever, felt warm, soft vulva of another woman.
"Nice, isn't it, darling?" Margo asked as they both played stroke the pussy.
"Oh yes. I never touched another woman's twat. I never even saw one, not really."
"That makes it doubly exciting, doubly sexy for both of us, baby. You will see my cunt, a little later. You'll take a real close look at it, won't you?"
"Yes, oh yes, Brenda. "I'll stare at your cunt, just before I start sucking it and licking it."
"And I'll do the same to you," Brenda promised as each fingered the slit of the other while they lay across the bed, naked bodies close together, crotches open for many exciting things.
"You really are going to suck my cunt, Brenda?"
"Of course I am, angel. I'm going to suck and lick your tender little cunt and make you have yummy comes."
"Oh yes, Brenda and I'll do the same to your nice, juicy cunt."
"Yes, baby, yes... yes... " Brenda said, in time to her fingering. "I'm going to show you that a woman can eat cunt better than a man ever could."
Margo found that difficult to believe, after Cal's magnificent ministrations, but she was willing to find out for herself.
She began finding out more about women then as an explosion erupted in her crotch and she went wild, her bare bottom bouncing all over the bed as her partner tried to hold her, panting with lust at the sight of the big, firm, naked body writhing and jerking in hot orgasm.
"You're such a beauty," Brenda whispered into a triangle of shiny black pubic hair. "So big and firm and curvy. I'm going to eat your cunt until you howl for mercy," she went on as her hands worked under the big bare buttocks and she squeezed and rubbed them in ever mounting arousal.
As Margo's orgasm passed and left her sighing, she felt her thighs moving apart, heard a low cry of desire, then she felt the moist breath of a woman between her thighs.
"Ooh, Brenda, you're going to suck me. You're going to suck my cunt."
"Yes, Margo, I'm going to suck your cunt. It's such an exciting cunt, so pink and pretty, so soft and moist. Margo, darling, you're so lovely. I love the lovely way you open your crotch for me. Get ready, darling, here comes your cunt lapping." Brenda licked her lips and, with a cry that became muffled, buried her face in the soft warmth of Margo's open crotch and began sucking juice from the core.
As she sucked, she guided Margo's bent legs back over her naked body, explored the firm flesh with gentle hands, then her arms wrapped around Margo's well fleshed hips, and she kept pulling the hot, wet crotch onto her face as her greedy mouth sucked deliciously and her tongue snaked and lashed inside, driving Margo wild again, making her know that her next climax would be an earth trembler.
The hotly licking tongue flicked over the tenderized trigger a few more times, then Margo was going wild with joy as fierce climax rocked not only her body but the whole world. When the storm had passed, Margo woke to find her body being held comfortingly, the woman's cheek resting and gently rubbing on the foliage of her mons veneris.
"Oooh, Brenda, that was so beautiful," Margo said, her voice sounding a little tired.
"I knew you'd love it, darling. Wasn't it better than getting eaten by a man?"
"Brenda dear, when you get to perfection you don't bother comparing. Give me your cunt, Brenda. Open your sleek legs wide and let me suck and lick your cunt."
The sound of her own words added to her arousal as did the sight of the tall, slim, smiling woman opening her crotch wide, raising and bending her legs to form an erotic fleshy vee, at the core of which a little soft, pink place seemed to wink in silent invitation.
"I can see it, Brenda. I'm looking right at your cunt," Margo reported, her heart hammering.
"Yes, Margo, take my nice hot cunt. Taste it, darling. Bring your mouth to my cunt and take your first taste of juice."
As she said the words, Brenda reached into her crotch and Margo trembled as she watched fingers spreading tender pink lips to offer the shining, wet interior to be sucked.
"Oh yes," Margo said with a little groan, then her face pressed into the center of the vee, the fingers moved out of her way and, for the first time in her life, she was sucking vaginal juice, her face warmly buried in a woman's crotch.
Margo sucked with delightful greed, knowing as she did that for the rest of her life, her face would be buried many more female crotches, would feel many smooth thighs massaging it as she lapped and sucked.
When her hotly licking tongue triggered a very strong orgasm, Brenda achieved ecstasy, but her joy couldn't have been greater than Margo's who stared in awe, licking her lips as she watched the climaxing woman writhing and heard her moans and cries of delight.
"I did, it Brenda, I did it," she cried out as she looked down at the woman who was sighing her way back to earth. "I sucked and licked your cunt and made you come."
"You sure did, darling. You turned out to be a lovely lapper. It really was your first time, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was, but it sure as hell won't be my last."
Naked, they got up and chatted as Brenda poured gin and tonic and they sipped and played until arousal took control again, they put their drinks down and Brenda showed her lover how two women could join in embrace in such a way that each could suck and lick the other to beautiful climax.
It was a whole new world of joy for Margo to suck and lick a warm, wet vagina while another woman was doing the same to her and then she was jerking in magnificent orgasm and, seconds later, Brenda's slim body was doing a lot of jerking of its own as she climaxed and sang her song of joy as they held each other and writhing bodies generously shared sweat and love and lust.
Later, as the woman again sipped drinks, Brenda told her student of other women, other games, including that of spanking.
"Oh sure, I've heard of it," Margo replied to a question, "but I guess I've always considered it kind of kinky."
"To some people, cunt lapping is kinky. Didn't you ever spank your daughter?"
"No."
"A pity, many people discover the joys of spanky-spank by accident when they're spanking a kid. God, how I'd love to spank your lovely big bum and feel you squirming across my thighs, hear you whimpering and crying while your big buttocks turned warm pink."
In time, Margo broke down, but only to the point of lying face down on the bed to allow Brenda to give her one spank on each buttock.
Brenda had begged to be allowed to take Margo over her lap, but she settled for what little she could get. Her heart pounding with arousal, she fondled the upturned cheeks as she pretend scolded, then, her breathing labored, she gave Margo a stinging spank on her left buttock, paused, then one on the right cheek, her hand holding and squeezing the spot.
"Didn't that turn you on even a little?" Brenda asked, hopefully.
"Sorry, Brenda. Maybe it's just a matter of mood. I kind of like the little tingling I feel where you spanked, but at the moment it doesn't turn me on."
"If the thought ever does turn you on, Margo, just call me. Even if I'm in Australia at the time, I'll come on the run to take that glorious big bum over my thighs for a nice spanking."
"I'll keep that in mind, dear. For now though, how would you like another cunt lapping?"
"Oh well, if you insist," Brenda replied as she lay back, raising and parting her legs to deliver her vagina to the newly initiated lesbian.
"I insist," Margo told her, licked her lips, then her face was once more buried in a woman's crotch and she felt the same wild delight she had experienced the first time and, she suspected, would find every time she enjoyed a warm snack of pussy pie.
Just as she got nicely started, she felt Brenda tug at her. Knowing what the woman wanted, she surrendered her body and felt her thighs being parted, a face invading, then the naked women sucked and licked each other until their cries again mingled as they writhed through shared orgasm.
Much later, after many orgasms, the women said goodbye, each giving the other her address, just in case. Margo wished she had done the same with Cal, but it didn't really upset her since they had given each other such beautiful memories.
CHAPTER FOUR
Margo woke early the next morning, showered and was in the dining room when it opened at 7:30. She enjoyed a light breakfast and a couple of cups of coffee, then she went to her room to finish packing.
As an idea dawned, she smiled and took a clean pair of white nylon panties from a suitcase. With a felt pen, she printed a note to Brenda.
"Thanks for teaching me."
Signing the note, she sealed it in a large envelope and left it at the desk when she checked out. Her smile stayed in place most of the day as she drove on and on and on, her beautiful thoughts keeping her from tiring.
Margo had a leisurely lunch with dry, cold white wine, then she logged another couple of hundred miles before she decided to call it a day when she found a pleasant looking motel with a pool.
Again, she began her stay with a dip in the pool, but this time, while others looked at her, she didn't see any man or woman who interested her. There was a big-busted blonde who attracted a lot of attention, and Margo paused to consider what a sight it would be with their naked bodies together, but something she saw in the young woman's face turned her off.
She didn't find anyone of interest in the dining room, but that didn't bother her. One quiet evening of nothing but rest and a little reading would be pleasant, she assured herself. Besides, if she decided to masturbate, there were plenty of erotic memories to entertain her mind while her finger or her vibrator entertained her vagina.
It was dark when Margo put her book down and went outside for air. She made a swing around the pool and found it deserted, except for a couple of drunken salesmen. On the way back to her room, she took a wide swing around the dimly-lit garden area.
She was approaching her own unit when a sound stopped her in her tracks.
The man's tone was strong, firm, almost angry, yet not quite. The other voice seemed to belong to a girl. It was pleading, almost sobbing.
Looking around to confirm that she was alone in the garden, Margo moved closer to the partly open bathroom window, then saw that she could move right up to it and be hidden by a tall bush.
Window peeping was something new for Margo, but she felt a magnetic pull that she couldn't resist. Then she understood why as she heard the man announce to the girl that he was going to give her a spanking.
At once, Margo remembered Brenda's sexual interest in spanking, and as she heard the girl sobbing, she came to instant arousal. It didn't matter that she couldn't understand why. Heat flared to a new pitch as the man she hadn't been able to see until then walked into view in the bedroom, carrying an armless chair on which he sat.
"Get your pants down and get over my lap at once," he ordered. The sobbing girl moved into view while, peeping for the first time in her life, Margo barely managed to resist the urge to jerk her panties down and finger her twat.
There was more sobbing and pleading, then the girl gave a little cry and opened the top of her jeans, paused, then pushed jean and panties down below a chubby little bottom.
Still speaking sternly but without anger, the fully dressed man took the girl over his lap, positioned her to his satisfaction, then, as he continued to scold, began to spank the upturned buttocks.
It wasn't a brutal spanking, Margo observed, but the girl cried loudly, kicking her legs and squirming like mad. Yet Margo saw that she made no effort to escape, and that told Margo that the girl was probably spanked often; that she knew the rules.
The chubby cheeks turned from white to pink to red, the scolding and spanking went on and, though Margo knew that it was strictly business between father and daughter, it was madly arousing to her, and she would have given anything to be able to run to Brenda and throw herself across the woman's thighs to be spanked.
She was burning with envy of the girl, hungering to change places with her so that she could feel the man's hand spanking hot tingles into her buttocks. After the spanking, there would be other heats for him to take care of, and she guessed he could look after them for her and would without any protest.
When the spanking ended, the crying girl leaped to her feet, clapped both hands onto her fiery-red buttocks and rubbed hard and fast. Sensing that the girl's nether cheeks must be tingling hotly, Margo found herself rubbing the seat of her own panties and the smooth bare skin around them.
"I'm going to the bar for awhile, dear," she heard the man tell his daughter, warmth in his tone. "I imagine you'll be asleep when I get back, so I'll kiss you good night now."
Her jeans and panties in a puddle around her feet, the wet-faced girl hugged her father. They kissed and he patted her rosy-red bottom and walked from the room.
And then Margo knew what she had to do. Unless her luck ran out, it wasn't going to be a totally restful evening after all.
Hurrying back to her room, Margo stripped her panties off, resisted the urge to masturbate, washed and rinsed her crotch and the crack of her behind carefully, slipped into a fresh pair of panties and then, trying to make her knees behave, she went to the bar.
Inside the dimly-lit bar, she fiddled with the cigarette machine while her eyes adjusted sufficiently so that she could see the man. The place wasn't crowded and he had chosen a table well away from the others. As she went toward him, she observed that his hand was trembling as it held the glass.
That sent shivers of excitement through her, and she recalled what Brenda had said about parents getting turned onto spanking while punishing their own children. She sat at the table and, while she worked at getting herself under control, she realized that since the man seemed to be travelling alone with his daughter, he didn't have a woman to look after his sexual needs, or, at least, didn't yet realize that he had.
"I have a terrible confession to make," she told the man, her voice just above a whisper.
"You have?" he replied, looking startled, then returning her smile. "I'm not your parish priest, you know, but I'll listen."
Picking up the glass the waiter had delivered a minute before, she watched her own hand tremble as she took a sip. Then she put the glass down, shaking, and knew he was aware of her nervousness. She saw his smile widen.
"For the first time in my life," she told him, "I was a peeping tom tonight."
"How naughty," the man said. "What did you peep at?"
"I watched a firm but gentle man spanking a naughty, pretty girl on her bare bum."
"You did?" the man asked. His smile vanished, then it was back in place.
"Why did you do that, you naughty girl?" he asked, and Margo liked what she heard in his voice.
"Because I couldn't resist. It was as if a magnetic force pulled me to the window and held me there."
"Are you into spanking for kicks?" he asked. She saw his interest mounting and hoped it would reach the peak she had already achieved.
"I've never spanked, never been spanked, until now."
"Until now? Are you telling me you'd like to find out what it feels like to be spanked?" he asked, his voice breaking.
"Yes... spanking and more. I've been naughty. I want you to be my daddy. I want you to scold me and spank me and make me cry. I want you to make my bare bum red and hot."
"Lady, I didn't even know this was Christmas. You just happen to be the sexiest, most beautiful Santa Claus I've ever imagined."
"Then you'll do it?"
"You better believe I'll do it, if I can find the strength to get up and walk. My knees have turned to rubber."
"Is another part of you stronger than your knees right now?"
"It sure as hell is, and after I've spanked you, I'm going to forget I'm your daddy, but I'm sure you know that."
"After that, you can still be my daddy, if you want. I think that could be fun. But here's to incest."
As she said it, she raised her glass in a toast. The man joined her. They finished their drinks, he left a bill on the table, and they walked out of the bar. Outside, she put her hand in his and liked the feel of strength there.
"I'm trembling all over," she whispered as they walked toward her unit. "This hand is the one that's going to spank my bare bum and make me cry like a little girl."
"I'm pretty trembly myself," he admitted. "You're a very beautiful woman. I hope I'll be able to spank you."
"You will. I have faith in you. By the way, my name is Margo."
"I'm Mark," he told her and squeezed her hand. "When I spank you, you'll be naked. Christ, I hunger to look at that body in the nude."
"Kt's beautiful, if you like big. I'm as firm as a teenager, all the way."
"Including those?" he asked and licked his lips as he looked at the twin bulges in her dress.
"I don't need a bra," Margo replied. "I only wear one to keep people from attacking me. You'll like the way my tits jut, but while you're spanking me, they'll hang straight down and sway while the spanking makes me all hot and squirmy."
Then they reached the door of her unit and Margo's hand had trouble with the key. She persisted, and they were inside, the door closed behind them.
The key fell to the floor as she moved into his arms. While they kissed and her breasts stabbed his chest, his hands explored the buttocks he was going to spank. Even through the dress and panties, he could tell that they were big and firm and excitingly smooth.
Before the kiss ended, Mark felt the wetness in his briefs. When they finally moved apart, he smiled, and they both looked at the spot of moisture in his slacks.
"I think my panties are wet, too," Margo told him.
"We're both going to be very wet before this night is over, Margo. I've never spanked a woman before."
"Tell the truth. Spanking your daughter turned you on, didn't it?"
"Yes. I was terrified, that's why I had to get out. Her mother usually looks after the spankings. I'll sure as hell never spank her again."
"How do we get started, Mark? As I say, I've never been spanked, never even saw or heard one until tonight."
"Do you have anything to drink? We should discuss it, sort of work out a script."
Margo produced a bottle of scotch, and they poured it with water and without ice. Then they were talking, working out a script for what was to follow.
While they were chatting, Margo chose to sit opposite him, allowing him to see smooth white skin above the tops of her nylons, ensuring that he wouldn't cool off, thought that was highly unlikely.
When they were ready, Mark turned the television on with the volume rather high and the picture off, then turned and frowned at Margo. The game was underway.
Despite her stunning figure, Margo looked very much the penitent little girl as she stood with head bowed as her daddy scolded her and announced that she was going to be spanked. She pleaded convincingly, as she had heard a little girl doing just previously, but the man ignored it as he described how her bottom would be bared, and how her bare buttocks would be spanked, how the color of the bare cheeks would change from white to pink to rosy-red as she lay over his lap.
That was a change from the original plan that Margo would be naked for the spanking. In their discussion, they had agreed that if she were naked, there was too much danger that Mark would forget about the spanking and move into the main event without the preliminaries.
As he scolded and threatened, Mark undressed until only his briefs remained, bulging with what appeared to be a very big and very hard penis.
And then, sobbing, Margo stood before the man and slowly, trembling, raised the hem of her dress slowly up her thighs. The wet spot in the man's briefs grew larger and his tool kept throbbing as he stared at nylon-sheathed legs and thighs, expanded tops, lovely white skin and black suspenders, then he saw how the little black panties snugged around the bulge of her mons veneris.
Margo was still sobbing as she held the dress above her hips. Then, on command, she turned and the man came very close to ejaculating in his briefs as he saw how little of her plump bottom the panties covered and how beautiful the smooth, round cheeks looked, saw the crack of her behind through the fabric.
He peeled down her panties with studied slowness and made the unveiling last. When her panties stretched across her big thighs, just above the tops of her nylons, he paused and gazed at the magnificent sight of the beautiful bottom, the creamy white buttocks framed by the black garter belt and lowered panties.
As the sobbing Margo turned to move to his right, Mark held her by the hips, licking his lips as he stared at the neat triangle of shiny, raven black pubic hair.
Then she was draping all that beauty across Mark's strong thighs, feeling the lump of stiff penis and the wet fabric as she squirmed into position and felt his right hand come down onto one buttock, patting and rubbing as he warned her of the sound spanking she was about to receive.
Margo found it very easy to sob and whimper as she hungered for the spanking to come. She had become the little girl she had seen and heard earlier, and her daddy was getting ready to spank his naughty little girl on her totally bare bottom.
His hand rose and Margo caught her breath. It came down and the sound rang through the room like a shot. Margo emitted a little cry, the hand squeezed where it had smacked, then rose and came down with a stinging spank on the other cheek.
Although his voice kept breaking with excitement, he continued to scold and threaten as he slapped from cheek to cheek, then he was describing the color of her naked buttocks.
Margo had expected the spanking to be thrilling, but what she was experiencing then was more than just thrilling. It was more exciting by far than the first time she'd had her vagina sucked and licked to orgasm.
Her cries soon became very real. Each slap of the big hand stung like fire, and yet she would have screamed in rage had he stopped. She had to have more and more of the sting that was more delightful than orgasm.
Despite his wild arousal, Mark aimed the spanks well, coloring the big rounds evenly from a line across the top of her crack to the softer, more sensitive lower slopes, where big buttocks curved down to meet lovely white thighs.
Mark wanted the spanking to go on forever, but Margo was crying so loudly, kicking her lovely legs so furiously, that he forced himself to stop when the two cheeks had been spanked to a warm shade of pink.
"There... there," he comforted as he rubbed the red rounds, "has my naughty little girl learned her lesson?"
"Fuck you, Daddy. I don't give a fuck what you say. I'll do what I want."
After the initial shock, a wide grin spread across the man's face. He had found a woman who wanted not just a simple spanking, but a bum- blistering slapping, and what he felt as he stared at the beautiful sight ensured that Margo would get what she wanted.
The sounds of the spanks rang even more loudly, and her cries were erotic music as his hand rose and fell in a steady rhythm, slapping from cheek to lovely cheek and changing the color from pink to a very bright red.
Panting and fighting ejaculation, Mark spanked on and on until the fiery red of her buttocks was becoming flecked with purple. Then, without warning, he was pushing her to her feet and dragging her to the bed.
As they tumbled into it, Mark pulled her panties off, jerked his briefs down and off, then fondled, kissed and licked what had been so exciting to spank. Her crying changed to moaning and panting, sounds which grew much louder as he turned her over, parted her lovely white thighs, and buried his face between then to suck a wet, hot twat, suck the tasty juice, pour saliva into the slit and suck on, turning her so that he could get his hands on her hotly tingling nether cheeks.
The silk of those cheeks had been roughened a little by the spanking, the surface covered with what felt like a million little goose bumps, but that didn't detract from the thrill of rubbing them as he sucked greedily in her hot crotch, then sent his tongue in to lash around inside.
Margo cried out as loudly as she had during the spanking. The raspy tongue curled around her sensitized clit and she was shrieking and bucking madly in hot, delicious orgasm, a climax that went on and on and on and finally passed, leaving her glowing as she never had before, a glow that radiated not just from her crotch, but from her delightfully tingling buttocks as well.
She was vaguely aware of motion on the bed, of her body being moved, thighs parted. She opened her eyes and saw the man coming down on her, his big, stiff penis twitching with desire.
"Oh yes," she groaned. "Get that beautiful cock up my cunt and fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me... fuck me while my ass is tingling with fire."
Despite Mark's wild arousal, he was amazingly gentle as he probed her wet crotch, found the slit and shoved his tool into it with a slowness that added to Margo's joy. It seemed to take forever as he slipped it to her a little at a time. Then he was buried in her and she felt her vaginal walls sucking on the throbbing tool.
As Mark began to stroke, he did that gently, too, each stroke long and slow. It was a miracle that he had been able to avoid ejaculating before that, but miracles ran out after only about a minute's stroking, and he panted word that he had to let go.
Her arms tightened around his body. He grunted and gasped as he gave her a shower of fast, short jabs, then his body was grinding and jerking in her crotch as he pumped semen into her sucking vagina as thought he would never stop.
But in time, the spurting did stop, and he lay on her lovely body, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he decided that he would recover after all.
"Sweet Jesus!" he gasped a little later as he sat up beside the warmly smiling woman. "I'm forty- four years old. I've known my fair share of beautiful women, but this is a whole new thing. I've never known sex to be so beautiful, so wildly exciting."
"Funny you should mention it, lover. That's roughly the way I feel. You were magnificent."
"Shall we drink to how magnificent we are?" he asked, grinning.
Mark suggested she rest while he got the drinks, but Margo got up and surprised him by stepping into her panties and snugging them around her glowing buttocks and vulva.
"I hope that doesn't mean the party's over," he said with a frown.
"Far from it, darling. I suspect we'll soon have your cock big and strong again for another party."
"Then why the panties?"
"Because I love the way you take them down for me, lover. I think I'll also like the way you take my bra off. Now how about that drink?"
The sat on a comfortable couch, chatting and sipping. Although Margo was then fully dressed, she made sure he had enough to look at.
"My bum still feels so good I can't describe it," she told him.
"I'm glad. I sure gave you a hell of a hard spanking."
"You gave me so much more than just a spanking. Until now, I thought masochists were some kind of nuts - freaky."
"And you've changed that opinion?"
"Totally. Getting spanked will be part of my life from now on. I'll also have to find out if it's as great to do the spanking."
"Fair is fair. Want to try it on me?"
"Thanks, Mark. You're a dear, but unless you really want it, I'll skip that. What I feel I want to spank is a nice, smooth female bum."
"God, I'd love to be around to watch that. I take it you also dig gals?"
"Yes. I think I'm a perfect bisexual."
"Wild. You're perfect no matter what you do." Later in their conversation, they discovered that Mark lived about thirty miles from Margo's new home, and that delighted both of them.
"After what you taught me tonight," she told him, "the very least I can do for you is invite you along when I've found a lesbian partner who digs spanking."
Mark's eyes lit up so brightly that it looked as thought they would stay that way permanently. Margo moved closer to the man. They kissed and he began to open her dress, feeling his penis beginning to rise for round two.
When the top of her dress fell around her waist, the man was panting as he stared at and fondled her beautifully loaded bra cups, then pressed his face between the bulging cups to kiss and lick her cleavage as she rubbed his head, and his penis rose to full erection.
Standing in bra and panties, Margo turned her back to the man and wriggled her warm, pink bottom.
"Take my panties down again, Mark," she invited. "It feels so good the way you do it. Leave my bra until last."
Mark was delighted to oblige, crouching behind her as he promised her a slow unveiling of the lovely red rounds. Later, they both laughed as he wondered aloud whether he should be in the Guinness Book of World Records for time spent lowering a pair of panties.
After more kissing and much playing, they agreed it was about time to get her bra out of the way and that he should do the work.
He approached the chore eagerly, and there was much fondling and kissing before he finally slipped the last hook. Then, with maddening slowness, he removed one cup to bare her right breast.
"Jesus Q. Christ!" he gasped. "It isn't possible. No mortal breast can be that beautiful," he went on, panting, then bared the other half of the matched set and gasped again.
"I'm glad you like my big tits, darling," Margo said, smiling with delight. "You're sure they're not too big to play with and suck?"
"I'm very sure," he said, then took her back onto the bed and proved the sincerity of his words with gentle hands and lips and tongue as he hardened and elongated the big nipples while Margo squirmed and moaned and panted in lovely lust.
"Oh Mark, darling," she said with a little squeal, "I love the way you suck my tits. You're greedy and gentle as the same time, like a nice lesbian lover."
As she said the words, Margo rubbed his head and, at the mention of lesbian, he hungered for the day she would invite him to watch her romping and spanking with a female partner. As the thought grew, he hoped he would be allowed to do more than just watch. That line of thinking caused his penis to get even harder and to throb with demand for a decent Christian burial in a soft, warm place between a woman's thighs.
"You should be about ready for that next fuck, lover," Margo told him as though reading his mind, or his penis.
"With you, angel, I'll always be ready for the next fuck."
"Then why don't you come and get it, Daddy. Just make me open my legs wide and then you can stick that great big hard cock in my tiny little girl cunt. Come and fuck me, Daddy. Come on and fuck my cunt with your great big cock."
"I'll fuck you, all right, you randy angel," Mark said, panting. He rolled her onto her back, and when he saw that she was playing a game by keeping her big thighs pressed tightly together, he played the game with her and didn't have to exert all that much strength to get those thighs where he wanted them - bent back over her body and spread wide apart.
The whole picture was wildly exciting. Black garter belt and nylons, contrasting with beautiful white silken skin, then the third color, warm pink on the exposed lower slopes of her buttocks and in her crotch.
As though his penis had become a very powerful magnet, it pulled the man down into the warm, wide-open crotch. It was poking gently but insistently into the narrow slit it found there.
Their sighs blended into one exciting sound as Mark pushed gently, strongly, until he felt the full length of his tool throbbing in the warm, soft captivity of her cunt.
For a minute, he was content to lie on her, resting, his tool throbbing inside her. Then he began riding her, again feeding the bone to her in long, slow strokes, each of which delighted her and him as they continued to sigh together, as though whispering a hymn of thanks to the generous fate that had brought the together under such strange circumstances.
This time, Mark compensated them both for the short ride he had given her the first time. He had been stroking for only a few minutes when she cried out that she was going to climax. When her body began to jerk, Mark pressed down and crushed her, keeping his penis buried until the storm was over.
The same thing happened a little later, and still Mark kept his erection strong. By the time Margo was ready to announce the third coming of Margo, Mark was ready to go along with her.
He stepped up the pace of his stroking. They both concentrated, panted and gasped together.
then her high-pitched wail of triumph blended with his panting and gasping for air as his body shuddered delightfully between her thighs as he pumped his charge into her. She sucked him until he was drained of semen, so weak that he hoped in a little while, he would be able to summon enough energy to perhaps open one eye.
He recuperated much more quickly, especially when Margo held a half-glass of scotch and water under his nose. They sat up, laughing and talking of all the beauty they had found together and of how they would see each other in the future, from time to time, and without allowing any emotional ties to bind them.
Both knew their meeting would have to end soon, and Margo was impressed that the man, while he didn't want to leave her, did want to get back to his room in case his daughter happened to wake and be disturbed at finding herself alone in a strange room.
" You're a very decent man, Mark," she told him and her admiration was obvious.
"Thanks, ma'am. We do our best with what we have."
"Your best is super, lover," Margo said. He dressed and they kissed good night. He promised to see her off in the morning.
Before going to bed, to sleep at last, Margo admired the reflection of her buttocks in the mirror. There was still enough color and warmth to remind her of the sexy spanking she had received. The mere thought of that sent flames of desire licking through her crotch again.
Knowing she would have difficulty turning her vagina off and sleep on, Margo poured herself a very stiff scotch and water, sipped it, then, trying her best not to think of all the events of the evening, she closed her eyes and was soon sleeping like the innocent little child she wasn't.
Margo woke aroused, masturbated, showered, masturbated, then dressed and went to breakfast. She kept checking her watch, found time for a second cup of coffee, then was on he way back to her unit.
She finished packing, checked her watch, then smiled as Mark knocked and she admitted him.
"Still want to drive with a warm seat?" he asked.
"Christ, yes."
"This time, there was no game about naughty girl and daddy. The man simply pulled her panties down, took her over his lap, and spanked her bare bottom until flames were licking it and her buttocks had taken on a color that Mark felt confident would last until about noon.
The spanking over, he stood. She knelt before him, took his penis out and gave him a magnificent blow-job. Their deal completed, they said goodbye for a while, then Margo resumed her drive toward a new life in a new city.
CHAPTER FIVE
Before leaving her motel room, Margo splashed cold water over her face and towelled it. Checking in the mirror, she observed that there was no sign that she had been crying. She was ready to resume her trip.
As she drove, the delicious tingling in her buttocks provided a high that marijuana couldn't possibly give her% As a thought sneaked into her mind, she pulled the car onto the shoulder and, reaching under her skirt, she slipped her panties down, raised her skirt, then sighed as she sat with her naked bottom on the cool vinyl seat.
"Mmm, this is the only way to drive," she said aloud as she checked the traffic, then wheeled the car back onto the highway and went on. The glow grew until it became so great that she decided to masturbate. Her first thought was to pull over to the shoulder again, then, with a laugh, she changed the plan.
Moving up to the edge of the seat and adjusting the position of the steering wheel, she got a hand into her crotch, slipped one finger into her slit and began to finger herself.
The thrill of masturbating while driving along a highway was wild and she wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. In one of the erotic books she had read, a man told of how he always drove with a condom on so that when he felt in the right mood, he could take his tool out and play with it until he went off into the condom.
"Who says males should have all the fun?" she asked as she drove, one hand on the wheel, one in her crotch.
Her clit was nicely sensitive, her bottom was still tingling hotly and as she fingered, she relived the joy of the spanking and other games with Mark, but mostly the wild joy she had found in being spanked.
As she felt the climax preparing to sweep through her, she checked her speed and saw that the needle was right on sixty. She gave a few more light strokes over the surface of her clit, waited until the first strong spasm flared, then she put both hands on the wheel and held on.
With each spasm she panted and her hands gripped the wheel more and more tightly. To her delight, the car stayed right on line and as other cars whizzed by in both directions, she trembled with delight as she wondered what other drivers would think if they could realize that the driver of that particular car had fingered herself to orgasm and that her body was jerking wildly as the climax went on and on and on.
After the orgasm passed, her buttocks were still hotly tingling and the glow that had wrapped itself around her was so great that she wondered whether she should open a window to give it room. She didn't open the window.
When she stopped for coffee, she raised her bottom off the seat and pulled her panties back into place. She still felt a warm tingling sensation and, as she sipped her coffee in the small restaurant, she felt a touch of sympathy for all the people out there who hadn't and never would achieve the level of erotic joy she had found since she had walked out on her tiresome marriage.
By the time she stopped for lunch, the tingle had passed and while she didn't exactly feel sad, she wished it hadn't gone away. In the motel restaurant, she went into the bathroom, jerked her panties down and sighed as she saw that her buttocks were almost pristine white again.
Just after four o'clock, Margo spotted a motel that looked good enough. As she checked in, the man at the desk stared boldly down the front of her dress, but he didn't appeal to her so she ignored him.
When she reached her ground floor room, Margo unpacked her bathing suit first. As she was closing the drape, she noticed a youth working in the garden strip immediately below the window. She smiled at him and he responded with a shy smile, then Margo had an exciting idea.
She closed the drape carefully, so carefully that a corner of the drape became folded, leaving an uncovered portion about six inches by four inches which was, she felt sure, enough for the boy to enjoy a clear view into her room.
Looking totally casual, Margo raised the hem of her dress and made an imaginary adjustment to her suspender, just to get the show started, then she slowly unfastened her dress, caught the hem in both hands and very slowly raised it over her nylon tops, above her panty clad buttocks, then pulled it over her head and dropped it.
At that point, her back was turned to the window, but she turned to allow the boy a view of her perfectly packed bra cups, then she sat on the bed, facing the window and slowly unhooked her suspenders, then rolled the nylons down her lovely legs, making sure the viewer had a few glimpses of panty crotch.
Standing, she seemed to have trouble unhooking her bra, but she finally achieved that and then the boy was staring at those beautiful big breasts. She rubbed and fondled them, tweaked the nipples to make them elongate and darken in color, then she turned her back to the window and very very slowly peeled her little black panties down to bare her beautiful behind in the black frame of garter belt and suspenders.
Out of the corner of her eye, she confirmed that the boy was still working on the same bush, using it as a screen to stare into her room. She was confident that he had an erection and wondered whether he would go off in his pants.
After she stepped out of her panties, she unhooked her garter belt, took it off, then let it fall from her hands. She bent very slowly to pick it up, knowing the boy was getting a perfectly clear view of her vulva.
According to her original plan, that was the point at which Margo would end the performance by putting her bathing suit on and going for a swim, but she was having too much fun.
Standing before the mirror, in profile to the youth, she began examining her vulva, than she turned partially toward the window and parted the lips. That led to her next idea.
Bending over a suitcase, she found her vibrator, took it out and kissed and licked it, then she went to the bed. Lying across it, she raised and parted her knees so that he had a clear view of her crotch.
Putting the vibrator down, she began playing with her breasts and went on doing so until her nipples felt raw.
A quick glance told her that the bushes were moving and she wondered whether it was because her audience was trembling or whether he was jacking off as he watched.
Picking up the vibrator, she flicked it on, then guided it to her slit, inserting it very slowly, lust obvious on her face as she worked the buzzing instrument deeply into her vagina.
When it was nicely in, she began to work it slowly in and out, her big bare bottom raising and falling with what had to be an exciting bonus to the boy at the window.
After a few minutes of that she felt climax ready to sweep over her% A few more strokes and it happened and then she was panting and gasping, her behind bouncing, her balled fists pounding the bed as spasms swept over her while the vibrator remained buried in her churning vagina.
Margo rested with her eyes closed for a minute or two, carefully raised one eyelid and saw that the youth was still there, then she decided to give him act two of the wildly erotic show.
Withdrawing the vibrator from her slit, she held it up to admire the shine it had taken on, then Margo gave the tip of it a loving kiss, then licked slowly from base to tip.
Holding the tip of the vibrator a couple of inches from her mouth, Margo began to talk to it. That the boy wasn't able to hear her words didn't matter. He would see that she was talking, she reasoned.
"Oh yes, lover, yes," she told the machine. "I'd love to suck your lovely, stiff cock. Give it to me, darling. Stick it in my mouth and I'll suck you off when you shoot your hot cream to me and I'll drink every drop."
Margo licked her lips, her mouth formed an 0, then the phallus was moving toward the lovely target. There was a brief pause with the tip between her lips, then she took it in.
She couldn't have sucked more realistically if it had been a real penis, the slippery, vagina flavored weapon working slowly in and out of her mouth.
As she commenced the realistic blow job, Margo put her other hand in her crotch, rubbed her vulva a little, then she slipped a long finger into her slit and began to masturbate, excitedly, unhurriedly, knowing that it would provide a fantastic orgasm, thanks to the boy at the window who was making the act infinitely more thrilling than masturbation ever had been for her.
Both hands moving in graceful rhythm, Margo tingled all over as she sucked on the slippery phallic symbol and fingered her vagina, alternating between deep thrusts of finger and light brushing strokes over the surface of her wildly aroused clitoris.
As she fingered and sucked, Margo kept moaning in lust, her behind sometimes rubbing on the bed and other times bouncing up and down. She was surprised that in her fierce arousal she didn't climax instantly but far from being upset, she was delighted since it meant the act was going on and on while the boy outside must have been close to going off in his pants or out of her mind, or both.
"You randy little fucker," she said in her mind as she sucked and fingered. "From now on, you're going to jerk your cock off often and every time you do, you're going to see me right here on this bed, sucking a cock and fingering my cunt. You'll never forget me as long as you live, you horny little cock puller."
Margo lost all track of time, but the delicious, dual assault went on and on and on and then she felt a familiar tensing of every nerve and muscle in her body.
She slowed the fingering, then knew that there could be no holding back, so she moved the tip of a very well lubricated finger to the hard little clitoral bud and lightly fingered it.
That did it. Margo cried out, her back arched in passion and then she was jerking out of control as the magnificently fierce orgasm swept over her, the spasms burning like an electrical charge, each one followed by a stronger one until at last, she fell onto the bed, the vibrator slipped out of her mouth and she rested.
When Margo opened her eyes a few minutes later, there was no sign of the boy, so she got up, smiled as she recalled all the erotic pleasure that had been hers and his, then she got into her bathing suit and went outside.
It didn't surprise her that she didn't see the youth anywhere. She guessed he was in some private place, beating his bishop until it was too sore to be touched. Later, she felt confident, he would turn up and she would take him into her room and screw him silly as well as using him to perform a whole variety of sex acts.
He had looked young and shy and innocent and Margo guessed he was a virgin. The thought of taking a virgin on a wild romp through the heights and depths of a variety of sex acts turned her on again, so she dove into the pool, not sure whether the water would cool her down or whether, perhaps, she would cause the water to steam.
Neither happened, so she left the pool, returned to her room and dressed for an early dinner. In the dining room, she noticed waitresses, busboys, the cashier and others whispering and glancing in her direction.
It was quickly obvious to Margo that the boy had spread his exciting story and that everybody had heard it. It was wildly exciting for Margo and she added to that by raising the hem of her dress so that anyone who cared to, could see lush white thighs above expanded tops of black nylons.
Later, as she was leaving the dining room, Margo realized that there were a lot of highly aroused males around the place and that, given their state, it wasn't a good idea for her to spend the night at the motel. Sex was one thing, being murdered by an out of control male was something else.
Checking out, she logged another seventy miles before she found another comfortable looking motel where she checked in and enjoyed a beautiful sleep, waking in the morning, refreshed and ready to move on.
CHAPTER SIX
About seventy miles short of her next planned stopover, Margo wheeled into a highway service center and found a pay phone. She dialed the number Brenda had given her and when she identified herself to the woman who answered, she heard a gasp, then a shriek of delight.
"How soon can you get here?" the woman asked, not trying at all to hide her eagerness. "As you can guess, Brenda phoned to tell us that if we were lucky, you'd drop in for a visit."
Margo told the woman where she was and said she'd grab a bite of dinner, then would hurry there.
"Oh no, that would take too long," the woman protested. "Have dinner with us. Please get here as fast as possible."
"All right, Madge. I take it Brenda gave me a pretty good review."
"It was a rare review and my husband and I are tingling to meet you, even though you're not into the spanky-spank."
"I wasn't when I met Brenda," Margo told the woman, "but I got my ass beautifully spanked the very next night and now I'm hooked."
"Oh Jesus," the woman said with a little groan, "this is just too good to be true. Hurry your beautiful bum here and we'll take very good care of it."
"I'll do that, Madge. Oh, by the way, I want to find out what it's like to give a woman a nice spanking, a hard one like I take."
"My ass is hungry for it, Margo. Hurry, but for Christ's sake, drive carefully. Don't damage that beautiful package."
Margo drove both fast and carefully and covered the seventy miles and a bit of city driving in seventy-six minutes.
Madge and her husband, Ted, greeted Margo at the door. As it closed behind her, Ted took her into his arms and the kiss they shared raised the temperature of the house. After that, Margo and Madge shared a kiss that was every bit as sexy and as they rubbed together, each fondled the behind of the other.
"That's the king of kiss that sets off tingles inside the crotch of my panties," Madge said as they moved apart.
"I know just what you mean," Margo told her with a little laugh. "If my panties aren't wet now, they're pretty damn close."
"I can't understand you two at all," Ted said with a laugh and outlined the form of an obviously stiff pecker. "How about a drink?"
"I'll drink to that," Margo said and Ted hurried to pour.
"We'll drink to anything, Margo darling," Madge told their guest, "but in your case, we'd drink your pee. Christ, Brenda raved over you, but you're even better than she billed you. I can't wait to get those tits in my mouth," the woman added and gave each a gentle squeeze through Margo's dress, a little whining sound coming from her.
Ted produced the drinks and while the women sat on a couch, he chose to sit on the floor in front of Margo, gently parting her knees so that he could admire lovely nylon sheathed legs and thighs, beautiful white skin above, and the contrasting black panties which snugged against her very warm vulva.
The three talked animatedly about themselves, Brenda, and of Margo's experiences in the course of her trip.
"Jesus," Ted gasped, "Brenda said you were the wildest beauty she had ever met, but you're even wilder than that."
"I suspect you two do pretty well yourselves," Margo told them, then a look of surprise came over her face as a door opened and a female voice called hello.
Madge and Ted responded to the greeting, but the man didn't bother to take his hand out of Margo's crotch as a beautiful girl hurried into the room.
"Hi Mom, hi Dad," she greeted casually. "You must be the magnificent Margo. I've been dying to meet you. I'm Cathy. I'll bet they didn't tell you about me, did they?"
"Did you say Mom and Dad?" Margo asked, her composure teetering on the verge of crumbling.
"That's right. Old horse cock there is my father and miss hot cunt is my mother. You know, the family that lays together and all that. Daddy, get your hand out of Margo's crotch, you randy fucker."
The man laughed, but as Cathy came to kiss Margo on the mouth, she took his hand from between Margo's thighs and put hers there, warmly rubbing panties that were hot already and not likely to cool off.
"Mmm, Cathy, you're something," Margo told her. "I want to do some sexy snacking in your crotch."
"Me too. I hear you're the best. Do you think you are going to enjoy a daisy chain with a mother- daughter team?"
"Enjoy?" Margo asked. "I just may climax before we even start. The very thought of it drives me out of my skull. I take it Daddy fucks his darling daughter?"
"Oh, only up the cunt, the asshole, the mouth and between my tits. Besides that and a bit of spanking and cock sucking, we're a very straight family."
The girl said it all with such a serious, innocent expression that Margo spilled a little of her drink as she laughed and the other joined her.
"How old is this innocent virgin?" Margo asked.
"This randy whore fucks like she's been doing it for a zillion years," Ted replied, "but actually, she's all of eighteen."
"Jesus. She looks even younger, about fifteen," Margo told them all. "So beautiful and so innocent looking. Oh you darling people, what a ball we're going to have."
They had one more round of drinks, then the hosts set out a tasty meal of cold cuts and salads that had been prepared earlier so that no time would be wasted.
"I've heard of families like this, though I never dreamed I'd be lucky enough to meet one," Margo said as they ate. "How the hell does it ever get started?"
"Our case may or may not be typical," Madge replied. "Ted and I were swingers even before we married, but we brought our darling daughter up straight. I used to spank her when she deserved it. Ted loved to listen, but wasn't allowed to spank her or even watch. After every spanking, he and I would hustle to the nearest bed and ball like mad."
"What changed it?" Margo wanted to know. "One night we came home from a party early. We caught our darling daughter with a guy. More than just with him. The little minx was bare ass naked and he was eating her cunt like it was going out of business."
"Were you shocked?" Margo asked.
"Out of our fucking skulls," Ted responded. "Madge had a hunch she had lost her virginity, but I was sure she was still lily white."
"But you got over your shock?"
"Yes, even before the guy ran out into the night with his clothes under his arm. We were both just nicely tight. When little miss hot pants here saw that we weren't really outraged, she came to me," Madge told with a grin, "and told me she was ready for her spanking and that she guessed both Daddy and I should spank her naughty little bum-bum."
"And Daddy was all for that?" Margo asked. "I could tell that Daddy dear was about to go off in his pants," Cathy laughed. "I was suddenly so turned on that the idea of Daddy screwing me just took over and I had to get it to happen. You see, even though they thought I didn't, I had known for years that they were swinging with their sexy friends."
"Did you get your spankings?" Margo asked as the girl sat beside her and went on rubbing the crotch of her panties while her other hand slipped inside the top of her dress and avidly fondled one cup of her bra.
"Christ did I. Mother dear smacked me hot and tingly, then Daddy took me off her lap and pulled me over his. The spanking he gave me wasn't as hard as Mum's spankings, but it was so good it almost made me come. It did better than that for him."
"Come again?" Margo said as she reached inside Cathy's dress and found a firm breast without any bra to interfere.
"He had given me about a dozen spanks and then all of a sudden he was squeezing my ass and jerking like crazy as he went off in his pants." The three laughed, then Margo asked Cathy how long it had taken before she got her father between her legs.
"About an hour," she replied. "While he was banging, Mother got so horny she tore off her clothes. As soon as he pulled his cock out of me, I grabbed mom, pulled her down on the couch and while she was screaming 'no... no... no,' I put my face in her crotch and she stopped protesting as soon as I started lapping her cunt. When she came, I thought she was going to shout the house down. Ever since then, we've been the lovingest family you've ever seen. How long are you going to stay with us?"
"I was absolutely going to leave here first thing in the morning," Margo told her, "but as for now, I'm having second thoughts."
"I think we'll keep you here for a while, Margo," the girl told her as her hand pressed firmly on the panty crotch. "At any rate, I hope we will. You seem so right for us."
"Cathy, dear," her father said as she stood and took his shirt off, "I don't recall giving you permission to play with Margo's cunt and tits."
"Oh Daddy, I'm sorry. I guess I just got carried away. She's such a beauty and so horny."
"That's no excuse, Cathy. You've broken the rule and you're going to be punished."
As he spoke to his daughter, Ted pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. Her heart pounding with arousal, Margo saw that the bulge in his briefs explained why his daughter had called him horse cock.
Cathy pleaded for another change, but it was obvious that she wasn't going to get it and didn't want it, then she got up and went to her father, who had sat on an armless chair and was patting his thighs. Standing before him, sobbing and begging for mercy, Cathy raised the hem of her skirt and what she showed as her skirt rose above her waist caused Margo to think she was going to come without having to touch her snatch.
Licking her lips, Madge hurried to sit beside her, put one arm around her shoulders and a hand between her thighs, then they watched as Ted lowered his daughter's little panties, took her across his thighs and began to spank her lovely, firm young bottom. Although Cathy cried like a baby as her father's big hand slapped from cheek to cheek, it was obvious to the two watching women that she loved every stinging spank.
When Margo felt her hostess tugging at her panties, she raised her bottom from the couch and Madge hurriedly jerked her panties down, then there was a long finger in her slit, probing gently and stroking her clit until the erotic touching did what it was intended to, and Margo was jerking and panting in delightful orgasm, being held by the woman as they watched the squirming, red bottomed girl kicking her pretty legs as the love spanking went on and on.
"Christ, that was sexy, wasn't it?" Madge asked as Ted took his daughter off his lap, placed her gently on the carpet and hurried his face into her open crotch to give her a lapping which soon had her crying out in a much different way as she climaxed.
"I'm just dying to spank this glorious big bum," Madge told Margo as she turned her partially over her lap to play with the incredibly firm, satiny smooth cheeks.
"First, Madge, I'm going to find out what it's like to spank a woman."
"I'll be delighted to be your first victim, especially if we do a little cunt lapping first, just to set the mood."
"Speaking of that," Ted broke in, "I think we're being very poor hosts."
"You are? I hadn't noticed," Margo told the man, her gaze again lingering on the bulge in his briefs.
"Yes, we are. I think my family should take our dear, lovely guest, strip her naked and make family style love to her. How does that sound, Margo?"
"If by that you mean all three of you are going to get at me at the same time, it sounds better than perfect."
"That's just what we're going to do, you sexy angel."
Taking her hand, Ted helped Margo to her feet and then three people were very gently, lovingly, stripping her down to just garter belt and nylons, then the hand were doing a lot of wildly exciting things in a lot of sensitive places, keeping Margo sighing and squirming.
Before they released her, Margo was writhing from the effects of Cathy's finger in her vagina, one of Ted's long fingers pistoning in her rectum and at the same time Madge was using fingers and thumbs to harden and sensitize erect nipples.
"May I eat her first, please?" Cathy asked.
"I'm not so sure, dear," her mother told her. "Your daddy should have first rights, really."
"Aw come on, I took that spanking to entertain you," Cathy protested.
"All right," Ted said and grinned. "If it's okay with you two, we'll let Cathy have first suck of Margo's cunt. Clothes off first though." Hurriedly, Cathy and her mother began undressing to get on with the show. They took their bras off at the same moment and Margo gasped as she looked from one set of breasts to the other.
"I know what you mean about those tits," Ted said, smiling with pride. "They could be twins, couldn't they?"
"What a sight those four magnificent tits provide," Margo mused aloud as she moved closer to fondle one of Cathy's and one of Madge's.
Both felt equally firm and though they weren't as big as Margo's, they weren't that far from matching up.
At Cathy's urging, Margo went to lie on the bed, her legs spread wide, knees bent up to display her crotch to all.
"Ooh, what a pretty little cunt," Cathy enthused and the other agreed. "It looks smaller than mine," she added, then she was gently spreading the soft pink lips with the tips of her fingers.
"Get on with it, baby," Cathy's mother told her. "Just the sight of that tender little cunt makes me hungry to suck on it."
Husband and wife watched as their daughter went down on their guest, they heard Margo moan as the greedy sucking got underway, then each of them selected one of Margo's breasts. While Cathy gave Margo a lovely lapping, the man and woman did wild, wonderful things to her breasts with mouths that were greedy yet gentle.
When Margo climaxed, her thighs captured Cathy's face and head and she took the girl for a wild, jerking ride as spasms exploded in her crotch and fanned out fiercely with the strength of electric shocks.
"For a baby," Margo sighed, "she sure knows how to eat cunt."
"So does her mother, Margo. Ready for another climax?"
"I always seem to be ready for that," Margo told her.
"Wait, Mom, how about the three of us in a daisy chain?"
"I think that's a great idea," Margo enthused, then the three got off the bed and moved to the thick carpet. It was a much roomier playground for their game and then they were moving into position as Ted pushed his briefs down, took out eight inches of very stiff tool and began to play with himself, warning himself not to allow it to go off so that his fun would be spoiled.
As Margo lay back and opened her crotch to welcome Madge's face, she noticed the size of Ted's joint and licked her lips in anticipation.
She was distracted then as Madge's mouth claimed her already wet vulva, then Cathy joined the circle, her face buried in her mother's crotch as her own young crotch was quickly invaded by Margo's face, her greedy mouth sucking.
Ted never tied of watching his wife and daughter in the act of lapping. He knew a couple of families where a son banged and ate his mother, and one where the girl and her father loved making out, but he knew of no other family where mother and daughter went down on each other to eat pussy pie. He never tired of watching and found it much more exciting when another woman was involved, or when he was a part of the circle, having his dong sucked by Cathy while he ate his wife and she ate their daughter. Dropping to his knees, Ted played with one of Margo's buttocks and a thigh as the three women lapped, then one after another they climaxed, noisily, their nude bodies jerking.
His arousal kept mounting until he was out of control and then he was tugging at Margo, turning her until he was able to bury his face between her lovely buttocks and then his mouth and tongue became very busy and she groaned loud massages of praise and delight.
"Ooh, look at him go," Cathy whispered to her mother% "When he curls that tongue and works it in, he's really in a state of turn on, isn't he?"
"You're so right, angel. The first time he reamed me like that I thought I'd die of sheer joy."
"Now that you mention it, Mummy dear, turn over. Get bum up and I'll do you."
With a little squeal of delight, the woman knelt with her head down and her behind arched high, then, licking her lips, Cathy hurried her face into a warm hiding place where she found a little pink ring to do exciting things to while her hands lovingly stroked the firm thighs and hips of that darling, sexy woman who was her loving mother.
"You're getting to be as good a reamer as your old man," Ted told Cathy later.
"Maybe that's because I had such a good teacher, Daddy darling. What shall we do next?"
"I'll answer that for you, Cathy," Margo told the girl. "I'm going to take your mother across my thighs and for the first time in my life, spank a woman on the bare ass. Come and get it, Madge," she added, eyes shining as she sat on a chair and patted her thighs in invitation, her heart pounding as the naked woman walked to her, breasts in exciting motion, though it was the woman's plump buttocks she was interested in.
' "Please don't spank me, Mummy," Madge sobbed and then they played their game, a game in which the sobbing nude lay across Margo's thighs and with much sobbing, crying and squirming, surrendered her naked buttocks to a brisk spanking.
Margo showed the others that despite her lack of experience in the stinging act, she was a natural spanker. She slapped hard, making the sound of each slap ring through the room, then came the next as her victim's buttocks took on exciting color.
As they watched, Cathy sat on her father's lap and he used one hand to play with her pretty bottom while the other fondled her boldly jutting breasts as they talked of how the sight and sound of their mother being spanked by the lovely stranger was turning them on.
When Margo finally forced herself to stop spanking, an excitingly plump behind was obviously hot and tingling, but Margo still wasn't finished playing their thrilling game as she looked at the woman who danced around the room, rubbing her hot buttocks, her breasts bobbing beautifully in nudity.
"Do you think you've learned your lesson, Madge?" Margo asked, her tone stern.
"Then come to bed and prove it. If you don't satisfy me, I'll take you over my lap again and this time I'll make smoke come out of your asshole."
"Christ, she really is a natural, isn't she?" Cathy said to her father as they watched her mother going down on Margo.
"She is that. I wish we could keep her here. What an addition she'd be to this family."
"We hardly need any additions, Daddy darling," Cathy assured him. "Still, I am glad she came to visit and I'm hoping she'll stay a few days. I really want to spank that beautiful ass of hers."
"Don't I know what you mean. I've never seen a bum so beautiful and exciting."
Father and daughter stopped trying to talk as Margo's cries of orgasm rang through the room as her balled fists pounded the bed while Madge stole a few final licks from the wet slit before Margo pushed her face out of her hot crotch.
"I take it you enjoyed giving that spanking?" Cathy asked Margo a little later.
"I'm hooked for life," Margo assured her. "I've now found out that it's as blessed to give as it is to receive. I want to warm up your sweet bum later."
"If I get to spank yours, we have a deal," Cathy said and they shook hands on it.
"Ted," Margo asked as she closed a hand gently around the throbbing tool, "are you planning on saving that stiff for Christmas or something?"
"Now that you mention it, angel, what I'm planning is to get it buried up your cunt."
"What a relief," Margo said with a little sigh. "I was beginning to think I was losing my appeal. That is by far the biggest, most beautiful cock I've ever seen. I'm dying to find out how it feels in my cunt."
"And I'm dying to get it there, honey, so let's jump in bed and get at it."
They hurried to the bed, but then there was not any rush about his getting into her as they chose to play with each other for a while. The size and strength of the long, stiff tool fascinated Margo and while she played with it, kissed and licked it, Ted was more than content to amuse himself with her buttocks and what he found between firm, satiny smooth thighs.
"What position shall we use?" Margo asked when there was agreement it was time to bury his bone.
"Anything you like. Care to mount me and do the fucking work?"
"Oooh yes, it should be exciting to impale myself on this beautiful pole."
"Great," Cathy enthused. "I love to watch fucking and that position really turns me on. I'll see your tits and ass bouncing while you fuck him. Here, let me guide that horse cock to your slit," Cathy offered as Margo threw a leg over the lying man and knelt astride him.
Crouching beside the bed, Cathy reached into Margo's crotch and gently spread her twat lips, then she held her father's tool in the other hand and felt it throbbing with desire to get into Margo's slippery slit.
"Ready, Margo," Cathy told her. "Let your cunt come down and get poked full of stiff cock."
"One stiff cock coming up," Margo replied, lowered her body, sighed as she felt the velvet head brushing her vulva, then she felt the head pausing at the entrance. She stayed there for a few seconds, then she slowly pressed down and gasped as the big head popped into her slit. It felt good, very good and she sighed with joy.
"God Mother," Cathy observed, "look how that cock stretches her tiny little slit."
"So I see, darling," her mother replied, "but what do you think it does to your snatch when he fucks you?"
While they chatted, mother and daughter watched an excitingly beautiful woman, naked except for her garter belt and nylons, riding Ted's tremendous tool, her lush breasts bobbing, beautiful behind enticingly arched as she rode up and down, making full use of the extra length of penis.
"Oh God, Mother, I don't think there's any sight as beautiful as the look of a shiny, slippery cock working in and out of a juicy cunt in a fuck."
"I think I can go along with that, darling. It really is a beautiful sight, isn't it, but speaking of beautiful, isn't she something to look at? How gracefully she fucks him."
A little later, Margo's riding style became less graceful as she felt orgasm approaching and, panting and gasping, she drove the man crazy as she speeded up her riding on his rod and then her behind was squirming on him as she climaxed strongly, beautifully, and with fierce strength.
Ted had -been entertaining big plans about saving his charge for a while, but the squirming of the firm, silken buttocks and the greedy sucking of strong vaginal walls on his throbbing tool was too much and, with a faint cry, he was forced to let go and then he was gasping for air as he felt his semen shooting strongly up into the hot, churning depths of the beautiful woman, heard her humming with pleasure as she smiled down at him and continued to suck him off with her tight little crotch mouth until he feared she was going to kill him and he begged for mercy.
Instead of leaving the next morning, Margo stayed on for three action packed days and nights and when she finally left, all three agreed that if there was anything they hadn't tried, they had no idea what it could be.
Having learned to enjoy the feel of driving with her behind tingling, Margo had all three warm her up before she left. For more than a hundred miles, she drove with a maddeningly delicious tingling in her buttocks, and when it began to cool, she felt strongly tempted to stop at the next service station and ask some mechanic to take her panties down and spank her white ass with his black, greasy hands.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next time Margo checked into a motel, she recalled the youth she had teased with her display of nudity and solitary sex. She still regretted that he had gotten away, and felt determined to get her hands on a boy as soon as possible.
She checked the pool area and found it offered her nothing. There was a small town, or a big village, just beyond her motel, so she decided to look around. As she thought of the excitement of seducing some innocent boy, she told herself she was acting like a bitch in heat, but that thought only caused her to smile as she drove toward the settlement.
"I guess that's going to be my permanent state from now on," she told herself. "Full-time bitch in heat. What a lovely sound that has."
She drove around the little town and found nothing. Ready to give up, Margo turned the car toward the motel and told herself she really had no cause for complaint, even if she did finally spend one quiet evening resting.
When she saw the boys ahead, they appeared to be playing, but as Margo got closer, she saw that what was happening was anything but playful. Three youths were pushing one around. Instinctively, Margo stopped her car.
As she got out, the three ran away, leaving behind their victim who knelt on one knee, looking dazed. One lip was cut and there were bruises on his face. He was so weak and helpless looking that Margo held him like a baby, then led him into her car.
Up to that point, she felt only sympathy and meant to drive him home, but alone in the car with him, that changed, and she realized that she had found a gentle boy to seduce, even is she had to patch him up first.
He protested only mildly when she told him she was going to take him to her motel to get him cleaned up. Then they were in her room. She already had found out that his name was Jim. He told her he was eighteen, thought Margo would not have guessed he was that old. There was a shy, gentle quality about him that seemed more appropriate to perhaps a fourteen-year-old.
Although she believed he was telling the truth, Margo decided to believe he was fourteen and make the seduction even more exciting.
Going into the bathroom, she opened the two top buttons of her blouse so that she was able to display startling cleavage when she brought Jim to the basin to clean up his minor wounds.
As she did so, she made sure that she brushed against him with breasts and thighs and that once his face brushed against her right breast. When they finished there, Margo brought him back to sit on her bad as she talked with him and comforted him.
It was no accident that the hem of her skirt was well above the tops of her nylons and, glancing into the mirror from time to time, she observed that her boy was peeking.
Gradually, she got Jim to talk. He told her of his terrible shyness; how the other boys taunted him and called him a faggot and a fairy, and how they pushed him around and beat him up just for laughs.
Margo probed some more and found out that his shyness was such that he had never been close to a girl, had never seen or touched. As she took complete control over the trembling young man, she had him confess that he often had erotic thoughts of girls and women, that he hungered to see and feel and that such thoughts always accompanied masturbation.
"I understand, dear," she whispered. "When you see a woman's big breasts making her blouse bulge like mine, you want to put your hand there and feel it, don't you?"
"Yes," he confessed weakly.
"Like this, Jim?" she asked and guided one hand to each of her breasts, felt him squeezing through the thin blouse. "You like that, dear? Do you like the feel of my big tits?"
"Yes... yes," he whined, close to tears. "I never did touch like this before."
"You didn't? You poor boy. Wait, I'll make it more exciting for you, dear," she said as she slowly worked on the buttons until her blouse was wide open. He cried out at the sight of the fully- loaded cups of the black bra.
"There, baby, there, you may play with my tits through my bra. Do you think I'm pretty? Do I look sexy in my bra, Jim dear?"
He croaked a reply and Margo smiled. She had known it would be exciting to seduce an innocent boy, but the thrill was already far beyond her wildest expectations and there was still so much more to go, she told herself as she took one of his hands off her bra and carried it to the top of a nylon.
"Did you ever want to feel a woman's legs and thighs through her nylons, dear?" Margo asked the trembling boy.
"Oh yes... yes... it feels so good," he whimpered, his voice breaking, his whole body trembling. "Oh Miss, this is the first time. I never touched any girl like this in my life."
"Rub your hand up a little higher, dear," Margo told him in a whisper. "Feel the bare skin above my nylon and see if it makes your cock all stiff and trembly. That's it... my, that feels nice. I love the way you feel me up," Margo told the boy as she guided his other hand to her other thigh and listened to him panting as he squeezed and rubbed the first female thigh he had ever touched.
"Kneel down, dear, and I'll let you feel your way up my thighs," Margo told the boy. She guided him until he was kneeling close to the bed, sweat trickling down his face as he fondled the big, beautiful thighs Margo offered.
"Don't go too high until I give you permission to," she said as she held his wrists and guided his hands, allowing him to feel the outside of her thighs and hips, but keeping his hands away from her crotch for the time being.
"Oh, Miss... Miss... please," he panted as he bent and peered between her thighs to see how her black panties curved into her crotch to snug against what he so wanted to see.
"Yes, dear, yes, I understand," Margo said as she kept the hands away from her crotch. "Just be patient. I think I'm going to let you touch everywhere. You do want that, don't you?"
"Yes... oh yes... yes... "
"Here, dear," Margo told him as she turned so that her bottom was arched before him. "Pull my skirt up and you can look at my bum and feel it through my little panties and around them. Yes, that's it. Do you like the look of my bum, dear? Tell me or I'll make you go away."
"Oh yes... it's so pretty, so big and smooth and so pretty. Oh, please... please... please," he panted as he rubbed with both hands. Then his hands were rubbing her hips as he covered her panties and the exposed portions of her buttocks with warm, wet, loving kisses while Margo sighed and soared.
The joy of seducing the boy had become so great that she decided she would stretch it out as long as possible. She considered the danger that he would ejaculate in his pants along the way. But that didn't deter her as she told herself that if it did happen, she would get his penis erect again and would eventually complete his seduction.
"Mmmmm, that's nice, dear," Margo said. "I love the way you kiss my bum. If you keep that up, I'll just have to take my panties off for you so you can kiss all over my bum cheeks and in my crack. Would you like that, dear?"
"Yes... yes... yes," he panted between kisses as her panties became quite wet with saliva and with the juice that oozed from her churning vagina.
"Keep playing, dear," Margo invited as she got to her feet and took her blouse off. She unfastened the waist of her skirt, unzipped it, then let it fall. She heard his cry of joy at the sight of the mature beauty in bra, panties, garter belt and nylons, white skin in erotic contrast to black lingerie. His pulse was pounding so that the sweating, trembling boy thought he was going to faint and miss the thrill of his lifetime.
"Now, Jim," Margo hissed as she moved her feet apart to open her crotch for him, "feel your way up the insides of my thighs. Go slowly and feel right up into my crotch. I'm going to let you feel my soft, warm cunt through my little panties. Do you want to do that, Jim dear?"
"Yes... yes... oh yes... " he panted as his hands felt over the warm, silken skin. He groaned as his right hand rubbed over the crotch of her panties and felt the soft warmth of her vulva. Once more, he thought he was going to faint.
Pressing more firmly against the wildly exciting woman, Jim rubbed hotly in her crotch with one hand while his left kept exploring the firm rounds of buttocks that were barely covered at all by the little black nylon panties.
Smiling a secret smile as the boy busied himself below, Margo unhooked her bra and slipped it off. She tweaked her nipples until they poked out hard and long, then she patted him on the head.
"Look up here, dear, and see what I have for you," she told him. He looked up, a weak cry broke from his throat as she reached for him and pulled him down onto the bed with her before he could collapse onto the floor.
"I thought you may like to play with my beautiful big tits, Jim," Margo told the boy. "Do you want to?"
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His hands reached for her and Margo smiled as she felt one trembling hand on each breast. Then the hands were rubbing, squeezing and, mostly, trembling at the thrilling touch of naked female breasts, a touch that went far beyond making his wildest dreams come true.
"Do you like my big tits, Jim?" she asked in a sexy whisper.
"Oh, yes. I never knew. They're so big and so pretty, so smooth and silky. Oh Miss... Miss!"
"Yes, dear. Yes, I understand," she said as she put a hand on the back of his head, turned, then fed one breast into a mouth that opened wide. Instinctively, the boy was sucking as she rubbed the back of his head. Her breast pressed more and more firmly into his mouth and against his face as he sucked and sucked, his moans of passion excitingly muffled.
"Mmmmm, that felt so good, darling," Margo said as she drew the well-sucked breast out of his mouth. "Do you want to suck my other tit now, or have you had enough?"
"Oh please, yes!" he cried. And, with a smile, Margo held the big breast from below and guided it gently into his mouth, pressing hard on him as she pulled on the back of his head.
"That's the way, darling," Margo urged as she rubbed the boy's wet hair. "That's the way to suck on my tit. Yes, baby, yes. Suck... suck... suck my tit and then I'll take my panties off and give you some more. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd love to take my panties right off and look and feel and suck between my legs, right in my nice soft cunt."
She heard muffled sounds from the boy who clung to her breast. What he was trying to say didn't matter. All that did matter was that he was there, sucking her breast and she was going to go on to seduce him, would know the joy of being his first female, would take his semen and his virginity into her churning vagina and that after that, there would be more and more innocent young men.
"Hurry, Jim, strip naked," she said when she took the breast out of his mouth and looked at him, her eyes flashing with passion.
"You mean... bare naked?" he asked, uttering each word with difficulty.
"Yes... hurry! Would you like to take my panties off? Would you like to see me bare naked? Strip and be quick about it, Jim. Show me your cock and balls."
His violently trembling hands made it difficult, but he did manage to strip. As he pushed his shorts down, Margo saw that there was nothing boyish about the penis that stood in stiff erection, nor about the heavy sac which swung from the base.
"Oh my," Margo said as he hand closed around the hard penis, "what a lovely stiff cock to fuck a woman with."
"Do... do you mean that?" Jim asked, his voice breaking.
"Of course I mean it, dear, if you show me you deserve it. Kneel down, Jim. Kneel down, take my panties off and meet my nice, warm cunt."
As he dropped to his knees, the boy fell to the carpet. He recovered and reached for her clinging panties, but as he did, Margo turned her back to him.
"Take my panties down now, Jim. Take them all the way down and see my pretty big bum. I think you're going to love my bum. Look at it and play with it and kiss it."
The youth made three nervous tries before he caught the waistband of her panties. Then he was dragging black nylon down over creamy white rounds and smooth crack. A series of cries and grunts broke from him and then there was a puddle of black nylon around her ankles.
Jim started to say something, but was able to manage nothing more than a dry croak. His arms wrapped around the woman and he rubbed his face all over the satiny smooth behind, kissing and licking round, firm cheeks. His tongue probed wetly, deep in the smooth, warm crack between the lovely white rounds.
As much as Margo loved the ministrations to her behind, she wanted more, so she drew away from the boy, stepped out of her panties, then called him to join her on the bed.
"You want my cunt now, don't you, Jim?" she asked.
"Oh yes, I sure do, please. Please let me see it and touch it and everything."
"Come, dear, come down and meet my cunt," Margo said as she slowly parted her legs and the boy held his breath. Then it exploded suddenly as he stared into her crotch and, for the first time in his life, he was staring at a vulva.
"Oh Miss!" he gasped in awe, "I can see it... I see it... I see your c... your cunt. Oh... oh... oh... "
"Yes, Jim, yes, give me your hand. There, feel pussy. Doesn't that feel nice and soft and warm?" she asked as her hand guided his hand on an erotic tour of her crotch.
"Oh yes, Miss, yes. It feels so nice and so pretty and soft."
"Come, dear," Margo said as she guided his head to her crotch. "Come kiss and lick little pussy. If you do well, I'll let you stick your dick in my cunt and fuck me. Come, suck and lick my cunt now and then I'll give you your fuck."
The youth seemed reluctant to bring his face into her crotch, but Margo didn't plan on giving him any options in the matter. She tugged on his head, turned to shove moist, warm crotch onto his face, then held him locked in position.
"That's the way, Jim," she urged. "Suck. Suck my hot cunt, and then you'll get to fuck it. Oooh, that's good, it feels so nice. You're sucking my cunt like a real man."
His reluctance passed and he was greedily going at it, devouring her snatch, slurping her juice as she rubbed his head and urged him on, her vulva rubbing back over his mouth as he lapped her, amazed and delighted to find that there was no unpleasant taste involved, that sucking in the crotch of a woman was totally beautiful. He was still revelling in that discovery when she climaxed and had to push hard to get his face out of her crotch as her naked body jerked in delightful orgasm until the spasms passed and she sighed warmly.
"Why Jim, you darling boy, you gave me such a nice, lovely cunt-lapping. Did you enjoy eating pussy?"
"Yes," he told her proudly and with more confidence than she had seen in the gentle boy to that point. "That was really great. I was scared at first, but then it was great - like wow!"
"It was like wow for me too, Jim. How would you like to slip that stiff cock into my cunt and give me a lovely fuck right now?"
"Oh yes. That's what I wanted all my life," he told her, his eyes wet with excitement.
"Come on then, Jimmy, lie down on my belly and shoot that stiff cock up my snatch. Think of it, darling. You're about to have your very first fuck. Come on, dear. Climb up on me and let me feel that lovely hard prick going up my cunt." Although the youth wasn't absolutely sure he knew what to do or how to do it, he was more than eager to try. He was lying atop her and she felt his tool throbbing and twitching in her crotch. When it became obvious to Margo that the lad needed help, she reached between them, found the hard, twitching penis, and guided it until, with a little gasp of delight, she told him that his cock was right inside her door and that he should plunge it in.
Instinct took over then and he began ramming his tool to her, his body suddenly strong and manly as he rode her in ecstasy, the like of which he had never known or imagined.
The penis that had been so big and hard when he sent it into her slit seemed to get bigger and harder as Jimmy pistoned it in and out as his wet body rubbed on hers and their sweat mingled.
Her enjoyment of the seduction kept growing. She reached another plateau as she guided his face to her right breast and, as he humped her, he sucked on the firm, smooth gift, adding so much to her pleasure and to his as her hands on his buttocks tugged and squeezed and his big tool rammed at full speed until Margo thought she would go out of her mind with joy.
She didn't, but she did go into a magnificent spasm, as beautiful as any she had ever known. Then it was his turn and she held him tightly as his strong young body jerked out of control and his semen pumped into her with such force that she expected to taste it in her mouth.
"Oh, you lovely young lover," Margo told him as she held him, his spent penis soaking in her moist oven. "That was a glorious fuck. I hope you liked it, too."
"Oh Miss, I never knew anything could be so great. It wasn't just a dream, was it?"
"What do you think, lover? Feel what you're lying on. Do you think I'm a dream, or is this body for real?"
"Oh yes, Miss, you're for real, and for the first time in my life, I think I'm for real, too."
"What do you mean by that, Jim?" Margo asked.
"I'm not sure. It's as though I've always been waiting to start to live, and now I know it's time. I was always so shy, so afraid. I'm not anymore. You've made me feel like a man."
"I can't believe it, Jim. Suddenly, you sound old enough to be the father of the boy I brought to my room a little while ago. It's very flattering. It makes me feel like some kind of a god."
"I guess maybe you are. Do you know what I'm going to do when I leave here?"
"No, tell me."
"I'm going to go find the guys who were pushing me around when you found me. Maybe I'm crazy, but I think I can hammer the shit out of them."
"I don't think you're crazy at all, Jim. If you believe it, you can do it. Mind you, I can't help thinking you should also thank them."
"I know what you mean," the youth told her with a laugh that sounded very mature and confident. "I guess I will, after I hammer them out. I'll thank them very quietly under my breath. They wouldn't understand."
"That's right, Jim, they wouldn't. But I do."
"Will you be here tomorrow, Miss?" he asked. "No. I came along when you needed me, and now I'll go. You're all right now, Jim. You're a man and you know it. A lot of women are going to be very pleased to know you."
"I really can't believe that a raw, shy kid can grow up all the way to manhood in one day... in a few hours," he said with a bit of a frown, "and yet, I'm sure that happened to me today."
"I wouldn't have thought so, either, Jim," Margo said. "I brought an innocent boy here to my room today just to seduce him for the fun of it. What happened, I'm not sure, but all of a sudden, I've been fucked by a real man. Don't lose what you found today, Jim."
"That's the one thing I can promise you," he told her. He bent over her, kissed her warmly on the mouth, then began to dress.
"I'm tempted to ask you to stay with me, Jim," Margo said as she watched him dressing, "but something tells me it's time to let go."
"Thanks," the suddenly confident looking young man said as he finished dressing, paused to smile at the woman who had worked the miracle on him, then he walked from the room and closed the door behind him.
"Christ," Margo told herself and smiled a little at her image in the mirror, "in my spare time, when I'm not busy fucking and sucking, I can be god-like and work miracles. Isn't that nice?" Her image smiled back and silently told her that it was very nice indeed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Margo's education in matters automotive hadn't kept up with her sex education, but still she knew that her car was in trouble.
It had been sputtering, jerking, protesting in every way it could. Again, Margo had chosen a secondary road rather than the highway and suddenly she was regretting that. If any civilization existed for miles around, there was no sign of it.
And then her car just gave up the ghost. She did manage to coast onto the narrow shoulder of the road and that was it. Another woman, in Margo's situation, may have been terrified. After all, she was alone in the backwoods of nowhere and what happened to her depended entirely on who happened to be the next person who came along. When Margo considered that the next vehicle could carry a rapist or rapists, she smiled as she realized that he would have to be very fast indeed if it were to be rape.
With nothing better to do, she slid into a fantasy in which a truck was the next vehicle along. Instead of goods, it carried men, dozens of them and they all lusted for her.
In her fantasy, she smiled at them, raised her skirt high to show them her little black lace panties, then they swarmed all over her% In no time, she was stripped naked and then the whole world consisted of nothing but big, hard peckers.
At the same time, there was one thrusting deeply in her vagina, another stretching her anus, yet another was in her mouth, being sucked off. Others, unable to wait jacked off, spurting semen over her breasts, belly and buttocks. There was nothing in her fantasy world but throbbing tools, swaying balls and spurting semen and she wallowed in it.
Margo became so wrapped up in it that she was barely aware of lifting her bottom off the seat to jerk her panties down, then her finger was stroking in her slit, doing what came naturally, given her state, until she was jerking in orgasm as dozens of fantasy penises coated her entire body with semen while more of it poured from her vagina and anus.
And then there was an intruding sound in her fantasy. She couldn't identify it, but that didn't matter as her body jerked in delicious orgasm. And then, as the spasms eased and passed, she identified the sound and hurriedly pulled her hand out of her crotch.
The sound came from a farm tractor that would have passed on by had Margo not hurried out of the car, white thighs flashing in the sunlight, to wave it to a halt.
The driver was young, early twenties, she guessed, and he was also handsome. He was tall and lean and sandy haired. He wore what looked like a permanent smile and as he jumped down off the tractor, Margo wanted to lie down and spread her legs apart so that he could jump on her and plant a crop of semen in her snatch.
"Howdy ma'am," he greeted her, tipping a straw hat and looking so like the classic country rube that she felt it had to be a parody. "Happen to be havin' trouble."
"My car sure as hell is," she replied.
"That figures. Sure don't look like there's nothin' wrong with you, ma'am. You look to be in great shape," he added, smiling as his gaze caressed the bulges in her blouse and slipped into the cleavage like a lubricated penis. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"Fucked if I know. Oops, I mean good heavens, sir, I just don't know a thing about cars."
"Reckon I liked it better the first way, ma'am, you know, Mae West, not Orphan Annie."
"I thought that hick bit was a fraud, now I know it. Where did you go to college?"
"Who me, ma'am? Shucks, I ain't hardly been to school at all."
"You lie like hell, friend, but I have my vices too. I'm Margo."
"My name's Hank and I'm real glad to meet you. I'd sure like to know more about them there vices of yours," he told her as his eyes made another tour of her blouse.
"Maybe if you look at my car like that you'll turn it on too," Margo told him and saw his eyes really light up.
' "Shucks, ma'am, I wish I was a city guy with a good education so I'd know what you mean when you say things like that there."
He persisted in playing the rube while he examined the car and, as she bent to look under the hood, Hank's eyes also examined the manner in which her lovely white breasts nestled into the low cut black lace bra.
A few minutes later, a tow bar had been attached to the car and Hank was helping Margo climb up onto the tractor seat. It took her much longer than was really necessary, but Margo wanted to be sure the handsome young man had an opportunity to see how her black lace panties caressed her buttocks and vulva.
"I just love those eyes of yours, Hank," Margo told him as she sat and he climbed onto the seat with a dancer's grace.
"You do, ma'am? I guess blue's your favorite color, huh?"
"No, it isn't the color, it's the way they move over my skin, soft and warm and gentle. What's your favorite color, Hank?"
"All of a sudden it's white and black."
"Kind of like white skin and black panties?"
"Exactly like that, ma'am," he told her, then he put the tractor into motion and it became too noisy to talk.
As they rode, Margo wondered how long it would be before was squirming, naked and trembling, with the handsome young man between her thighs. Instinct told her he would be a magnificent lover.
They rode about a hundred yards, rounded a curve and there, suddenly was a magnificent old stone and brick mansion surrounded by ultra modern farm buildings and what Margo guessed was at least a zillion acres of some kind of grain.
"This is your humble little farm?" Margo asked.
" Yep. Me and my paw run it. Tain't a lot, but we get by," he told her with a straight face, still playing the simple country boy.
When the tractor stopped, Hank leaped off and hurried around to help Margo who stood, feeling his gaze bathing her thighs and threatening to moisten her clinging panties.
"All of a sudden I'm so bloody clumsy," she told him. "Will you hold me and help me down?"
"Sure thing, ma'am," he replied, his hands came up and then they were under her skirt, rubbing over the tops of her nylons, up the silken skin of her thighs, all the way to her hips.
She was trembling as he helped her to the ground, she fell against him and then their mouths were mashing wetly together and she felt the hardness of his penis as their bodies ground together in shared desire.
"Oh yes, Hank, yes," she panted and her open mouth rubbed over his face.
He picked her up as easily as if she were a little child, then he was walking toward the house, his breathing perfectly normal.
"What position did you play at college?" she asked.
"Quarter... goddamn, caught me off guard, you sneaky broad. I hardly ever get caught. What made you so sure it was fake?"
"Instinct. The same instinct that told me you're going to be a magnificent lover. Aren't you going to take me into the barn and tumble me in the hay?"
"No way, angel. Hay is rough. It would scratch your silken skin and stick into sensitive little places."
"Oooh, I wouldn't like that at all, but I will like what you're going to stick into my sensitive little pink place. I felt it when we kissed. It felt so big and hard and strong."
"Until you came along, Margo, it was just hanging there, soft and small and helpless. You made it grow into a raging beast and it's going to ravish you."
"Ooh yummy. I'm so terrified that I'm trembling,."
Hank opened the door so easily that Margo suspected he had practised with other women, then he was carrying her up a wide, carpeted stairway and into a spacious, tastefully appointed, sun-warmed room where he deposited her gently on a wide, comfortable bed which became even more comfortable as he lay atop her and his mouth came down on hers, hungrily.
As they writhed through a passionate kiss, his left thigh moved between hers and she captured it and squeezed with a strength that amazed the ex-quarterback.
"I'll be right back," Hank said as he moved off her, got off the bed and began undressing.
"Sweet Jesus," Margo exploded as he took his shirt off. "What a magnificent body. Show me more, Hank. I want to see all of it."
He showed her all of it and it was all magnificent, she decided, including an appendage that poked strongly upward, the skin drawn back from a nicely swollen head. It was no bigger than average, but instinct told her that when it was buried in her vagina it would be far better than average.
"Oh you beautiful man. Christ, how you turn me on. I don't care if you think I'm a whore or a slut. I want you."
"I think you're a beautiful, intelligent, sensitive sexy woman, Margo and I want you as much as you want me. Together we're going to be magnificent. Come, let me strip you. No, one doesn't strip a precious work of art, one unveils it."
With many kisses and much fondling, he began undressing her. As he opened her blouse wide, he gasped aloud, then buried his face between her breasts and inhaled deeply of woman fragrance.
When he dropped her skirt, he fell to his knees to help her step out of it, then his arms were around her as he pressed his face into her crotch and inhaled deeply again. The hands that gripped her buttocks were magnificently strong yet delightfully gentle.
Before he got up, Hank kissed and tongued her navel as his hands toyed with her buttocks some more and Margo was sure she felt wetness in the crotch of her panties.
When he stood, his hands moved up Margo's back and deftly opened her bra.
"Oh my God," he said with awe as he bared the firm, lovely breasts. "It isn't possible. Breasts can't be so beautiful, so big and so firm."
"I love the way you touch me, Hank," she told him as he fondled her breasts and brought her nipples to sensitive erection. "Oh yes, make love to my tits."
He made lovely love to them with his hands and with his mouth and tongue, then he fell back onto the bed and drew her down atop him. Wanting more of the same, Margo moved up over him, filled his eager mouth with warm, firm breast and he resumed sucking.
While he sucked her breasts and tongued sensitized nipples, Hank's hands were driving her wild as he moved them over her buttocks and between her thighs. She had never previously climaxed with panties on, but at that point she was prepared to bet it was going to happen.
As though reading her mind, he moved her, turned, then he was groaning, his face buried in her crotch as he sucked and licked her vulva through a warm filter of black silk.
"Oh Hank, Hank," Margo panted, "this is wild. I've never had my panties sucked. Oh Christ, I'm going to come. I'm going to come with my panties on."
And then she kept her word and as her body began to jerk in orgasm, Hank held her by the hips and pulled her crotch up more firmly onto his hotly invading face so that he was wearing her like a fleshy, sexy, climaxing mask and she filled their world with the music of her sighs and cries of ecstasy.
"Mmmm, lady, you have the tastiest panties in town," he told her- grinning and licking his lips.
"And the hottest, since you appeared on the scene," she told him. "By the way, would you care to get those wet panties off me before my pussy catches a cold?"
"Love to."
She raised her bottom from the bed and he slipped the wet panties down and off, then the same strong yet gentle hands urged her thighs apart and he sighed hotly as he stared into her crotch.
"What a sweet, beautiful, delicious little cunt," he told her as he stroked it gently. "I'm going to spend the next couple of months sucking it," he added, then his face was between her thighs and she was warmly sighing as he lapped her as beautifully as anyone ever had.
"My God, Hank, you're incredible," she told him when he finally allowed her tingling clitoris to rest after her third orgasm.
"So are you, lady. We're a matched set."
"We really are, Hank, in that we're both beautiful, but you go beyond that."
"I do? Tell me more. I love the way you talk about me."
"I mean it, Hank. You're beyond belief. You have the strength and grace of the athlete, yet the tenderness, the gentle qualities of a loving lesbian. I'll bet nobody has told you that before."
"Now that you mention it, nobody ever has and I take that as the greatest compliment I've ever received."
"It was meant to be, lover, now please, darling, do what no lesbian could possible do to me," she begged and her hand squeezed the equipment he would require for the task.
"Consider yourself fucked, you beautiful angel," he told her as her rolled onto her, moving smoothly between her thighs, then as if by magic, the head of his strong penis parted her crotch lips and poked into her.
"Look ma, no hands," Margo said. "Does your cock have eyes?"
"Nope. The magnetism of your lovely cunt drew him right in. Now I'm going to give you the rest of it."
"Yes, oh yes. Give it all to me, Hank darling. Fuck me to heaven and hell and back."
"Yes angel, yes. Here it is. Here... here... here," he panted as he fed it to her, then he pressed firmly in her crotch to let her know she had taken all he had to give.
He rode her gently, smoothly and lovingly in a way that elevated fucking to a whole new art for her, not just better, but unlike and fuck she had ever experienced.
As he rode her, he alternated between lightness and heaviness, both of which were delightful for Margo. His body seemed to float above her, only his thrusting penis making contact, then he would come down on her and crush her into the bed.
As she sighed and moaned and whispered through what she knew was a ride she would never forget, Margo had no sense of time at all. It seemed to go on for hours, she climaxed again and he lay heavily on her until it passed, then he resumed, doing to her what no man ever had.
The next time Margo panted the massage that she was going to climax, Hank seemed to be ready for her. He gave her a series of short, sharp jabs of throbbing tool, then she was shrieking in the ecstasy of orgasm and this time, as he twitched and jerked between her lovely long legs, she felt him pumping a delightfully strong charge into her hotly churning depths and she held him there and her vagina sucked him until the strong man was as weak as a kitten.
Later, as they talked, Hank mentioned that he would be going to the coast in a couple of months. Her eyes shining, Margo got out of the bed and wrote her address for him.
"You magic lover," she told him with obvious feeling, "any time you want to come into my life, please do. I'll always be eager to welcome you with open arms and open legs."
"Thank you angel, you'll be seeing me often," he told her and something in his tone assured Margo that he meant it.
CHAPTER NINE
As Margo waved goodbye to the man who had been such a magic lover, she felt a golden glow in her crotch, but she felt a sadness in her heart that had never been there before. Always, she had been content to leave a lover, male or female, but with Hank, it was different, so much so that it scared her.
"Shit," she scolded herself as she drove carefully down the narrow country road, "you swore you'd stay free as long as you lived. Snap out of it, you silly bitch. Love is one disease you can't afford."
Hank had warned her that the repairs he had made to her car were temporary at best, but would get her to a good garage, less than a mile down the road. Before she left, he phoned the man who operated the garage and she heard him threaten the man that he would cut his balls off if he didn't give her the best possible service.
Later, Hank had told her that while the man was the best mechanic for miles around, he was also the grouchiest and had never been known to smile.
As she pulled up at the garage, Margo saw that Hank meant as the ugly, dirty man shuffled out of the darkness of the garage to greet her with a sullen frown.
"Drive it in," he almost snarled and Margo drove the car into the garage, then got out and moved out of his way as he went to work under the hood.
The mechanic mumbled, cursed a few times, but said nothing at all to her, leaving her free to concentrate on her thoughts. The realization that she could be in love with Hank scared the hell out of her and she told herself she would have to find an antidote and fast.
The obvious antidote, she reasoned, would be another man, not just any man at all, but someone totally unlike Hank, somebody ugly and unpleasant. She almost laughed aloud as she realized that she had already found the man and that when he finished working on her car, she would get to work on her.
Ugly and unpleasant as he was, she told herself, if he couldn't cure her on her hangup on Hank, nothing could. As she waited for him to finish the job, she thought about how she would go about letting him know what she wanted.
What the hell, she thought, I'll just jerk my skirt up, show him what I have and invite him to poke his cock in me. Even that grouchy old fart should appreciate the chance to fuck a beautiful young woman.
The prospect began to turn her on, but that came another thought and it turned her on so fully that she trembled as it grew in her mind.
She thought of the whiteness of her beautiful body and contrasted that with the blackness of the dirty, surly man. She would lie her naked body across his filthy coveralls to be spanked. His black, greasy hands would smear her with a mixture of grease and dirt and he would slap fires into her buttocks, leaving them not just red, but black as well.
When she asked where the washroom was, he grunted and pointed. Taking a small suitcase from the trunk of her car, Margo hurried to the washroom. Trembling, she stripped naked and admired her luscious body, fondling her breasts and gently stroking her vulva, feeling the glow Hank had planted there with the magic glow spreader.
Stark naked, she stuffed her clothes into the suitcase, then put a trench coat on and buttoned it up, then she went back into the garage to find him finishing the job.
"That'll be twenty-eight bucks," he said and reached for a rag.
"Stop. Don't whip your hands. Leave them just as they are."
"What the hell do you mean?" he asked, his tone angry.
"I want something from you," she told him, panting as she unbuttoned the coat, then pulling it open and hearing his gasp of shock.
"Jesus. I don't believe it," he sputtered in a state of shock, then a smile came over his face and he no longer looked ugly.
"Want to lock the door or shall we entertain the neighbors?" Margo asked as she tossed her coat onto the car and stood with hands on hips.
He seemed to have difficulty walking, but he managed to get to the door and lock it, then he turned back to smile again at the beautiful nude who lit up the dark, ugly place.
"Would you like to handle me?" she asked. "Would you like to play with my tits and ass and cunt and then fuck me?"
"Lady, you better believe it," he assured her, his eyes shining. "Mind you, I don't believe this is really happening. I know it's just some kind of a dream, but I'm sure gonna enjoy it until I wake up."
"First, you have to give me what I really want," Margo told him.
"Name it and you got it, lady."
"I want you to take me over your lap and give me a hard spanking on the bare ass. I want you to make me cry like a baby. Think you can do that?"
"Lady, for you I can do anything. You want to get that beautiful white body all dirty, do you. Okay, lady, you'll get what you want," he told her as his hands reached for her beautiful breasts.
He was rough but that was what she wanted and then she saw the black smears on her breasts, tummy and thighs, then he was clutching at her buttocks.
"Hurry," she panted, "take me over your lap and spank me. Beat my bare ass and make me cry. Hurry up, goddamn you you dirty fucker."
With a growl, the man grabbed her by the right arm, hurting her as he dragged her to a greasy stool, then he sat, pulled her sprawling across his lap and she moaned as he clutched at her behind, squeezing and rubbing, then his hand moved away and came down in a stinging spank.
"Hard, goddamn you, spank me hard. Make me beg for mercy," she panted as she rubbed on his greasy clothes.
"Here, you crazy broad," he told her as he slapped the other cheek. "I'll give you what you want. You want your bare ass to burn do you? You'll get it. Here... here... Take it... take it... take it on the ass, like this... and this... and thiS..."
His slapping hand stung like fire, but the effect was such that Margo thought she would climax from the thrill of the hard spanking. She didn't, but she came deliciously close as spank after spank caused the fires to spread all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, but especially between her thighs where she was hotter than the area where the man was spanking.
The sound of each slap was like erotic music as was the sound of her crying and the labored breathing of the panting man. Because her eyes were filled with tears, Margo could see nothing, except vaguely, the dirt and dinginess of the place, but she wanted desperately to see her behind, wanted to see that blend of red and black, of spanked skin and dirty grease. She would be able to see that later, she told herself. For the time being, it was sufficient to be lying over the filthy lap of the man, hearing and feeling the slap slap of his dirty hand on her formerly white buttocks.
And then, finally, Margo reached the stage where the fiery sting in her behind was enough, where she wanted the spanking to stop. She wondered what would happen if the man didn't want to stop, if he wanted to go on spanking her for hours more.
But not even that thought could cause panic in her mind. Margo, despite her position at the moment, still felt totally capable of taking control of the situation at any time she chose. As she saw it, she had turned the man on and she could turn his switch off when she chose to. Deciding to put that theory to the test, she decided she would take another five spanks on each hotly tingling cheek, then put an end to the spanking.
As she counted the rest of the spanks, she realized that her buttocks had become so hot that they had reached a limit of heat and of sting, if he spanked another hundred times, she felt sure, it wouldn't change anything.
She counted. SPANK... seven. Heat flowed like electricity. SPANK... eight. Some erotic alchemy carried the heat from each buttock into her crotch, from where it fanned out, intensified, to warm her entire being. SPANK... nine. Just one more spank and she would test her theory of superiority. She felt the big dirty hand squeeze, raise, then it came down on her left cheek. Ten.
As she pulled off his lap and leaped on her feet, Margo felt her tears trickling onto and between her breasts. Both her hands went to her buttocks to rub, then she saw the man pulling his pants open and realized what he wanted. To her it didn't really matter one way or another, but he had given her what she wanted and she owed him payment for that, so she bent over the car with her arms folded on the trunk. She moved her feet wide apart and felt her tingling behind jerking as she waited for the man to mount her.
As she looked back over her left shoulder, she saw his pants fall to the dirty floor and realized, to her amazement, that his penis was bigger than Hank's. That not only seemed impossible, it struck her as being somehow obscene that the wrinkled, ugly man could have such a beautiful penis, the swollen head of which some pinkly against the general background of dirt in the grimy place.
And then his tool was probing below her madly tingling buttocks. She felt it ramming against her vulva, pushing, rubbing, then she heard a sigh and felt the head pushing up her slit. She sighed too and then the man was gripping her hips with strong, dirty hands as he jabbed more and more of the stiff tool into her and her vagina stretched to take all he had to offer.
As he rammed the full length of tool into her snatch and began riding her, the man was panting like a dog. It seemed so right to her since she was feeling like a bitch in heat, so she surrendered herself totally, feeling the thrusting tool and the slapping of his tummy against her arched behind in another type of spanking.
"Oh Jesus," she said under her breath, "that tingling in my ass is so delicious. How did I ever get so hooked on spanking? Will it ever stop? Fuck it, why should it ever stop. I love the feel of spanking and that's enough."
Margo also loved the feeling of the big, hard tool pistoning in her vagina and then she felt him pressing against her bottom, tugging her back against him and his semen was shooting into her with such force that she expected to see it coming out of her mouth.
He pulled his spent tool out of her, Margo picked up the dirty cloth from the hood of the car and swabbed her crotch, then she put her blouse and skirt on, took the money from her purse and dropped it on the floor, then she got into the car and as the tired looking man opened the door, she gunned the engine and drove out, into the blinding sunlight.
The blare of a horn from a big diesel rig warned he that she had crossed the center line, so she cut back, felt the car sway, righted it again, then discovered that her eyes had adjusted to the light and she could see. She could also feel the magnificent tingling in her well spanked, dirty buttocks.
Margo stopped at the first decent motel she spotted, booked in, then hurried to her room and stripped naked. As she viewed her rosy red bottom with the black streaks and the filthy grease marks on her breasts and thighs and tummy, she felt her heart hammering.
Something about the beauty of her lovely white body and the contrasting dirt left behind by the man was wildly erotic, so much so that, standing before the full length mirror, Margo rubbed her tingling behind with one hand while she hurried the other into her crotch, slipped a finger into her slippery slit and began diddling. Later, she told herself, she would relax in a warm, scented tub, but for the time being, she needed to come and come and come until there was nothing left but numbness.
She achieved that state with her fourth orgasm, then she ran a tub, fell into it, and her eyes closed as her body seemed to float. Not just in the water, but somewhere high above the world.
CHAPTER TEN
Margo had a choice to make as she left the motel in the morning. She could make it another short day, about the same as all the others had been, or she could go for distance and make it to her new home by evening.
She was hedging when she got an early start and was prepared to make the decision along the way. As Margo drove at a steady pace, her mind replayed the many and varied sexual adventures she had experienced along the way.
For a moment, she wondered if she were truly a sex maniac, but on reconsideration, she decided that that was an unfair label.
"I think it would be more accurate," she said aloud, "to say that I'm sexually attuned. Another person could drive across the continent a dozen times and not have even one sex adventure, but that would be because that person was tuned out on sex.
"Then, too, not only am I sexually attuned, but I have to face the fact that I'm stunningly beautiful. No woman of thirty-five has any business having a body like this - tits and ass as firm as a teenager, and all the rest as well."
Deciding that one hand was all she really needed for driving, she pulled over onto the shoulder of the road to slip her panties off. Stuffing them into her purse, she resumed driving, this time with a hand in the warmth of her crotch, adding to her sexual stimulation as she went over the many sexual adventures.
It was hard to believe that just over a week before, she had been a staid, suburban housewife, and that until the day of her departure, her body had known only one penis and only two sexual acts: rather dull sexual intercourse, always in the missionary position, and sucking her husband's penis.
It seemed incredible that in the week following her break with the old life, she had already done more things with more people than she had in all those years. On further thought, she decided that in that brief period on the road, she may well have experienced more sexual variety than many people do in an entire lifetime.
It was at about that point that she felt her body tensing for the first of what she knew would be many orgasms, so Margo slowed the car to a sedate sixty and held the wheel tightly with both hands as her bare bottom rubbed on the smooth seat while the spasms caused her body to jerk nicely, very warmly. When it passed, Margo rated it as a nice little orgasm.
Margo had just sent a hand into her crotch in search of a second coming when the big truck appeared beside her. She looked up to see that the man with the driver was staring down at her, obviously aroused at seeing her hand in her crotch.
Acting on impulse, she pulled the skirt higher to let him see her pussy bush. Margo saw that he was talking to the driver, but was keeping his gaze locked on her and all she was showing.
When she recalled that she had worn a front- opening bra, Margo excitedly unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it wide open as the man gaped, then she slipped the hook between and below the cups, tossed the left cup aside and could almost hear the watching man groan as she gave him the beautifully jutting breast for his eyes to play with.
Deciding then that he'd had enough, she gripped the wheel with both hands, her foot pressed on the pedal, and the big car took off like a rocket. In her mirror, she watched the truck trying to catch her, but she laughed as it fell far out of sight.
A few miles down the road, Margo turned off the highway, pulled over on a quiet country road and, after fondling her big beautiful breasts for a few minutes, making the nipples very hard and sensitive, she tucked the big beauties into the cups of her bra and fastened the garment.
After that, she closed her blouse and was about to take off when she noticed the car in her rear view mirror. It too had turned off the highway, but there was something wrong, and she thought it was too early in the day for the driver to be drunk. Could he be ill? she wondered.
The car pulled up immediately behind hers and as she saw that the driver was an old man who appeared to be alone, Margo got out of her car and hurried to him. He was obviously in pain and trying to reach into a pocket.
"Pills?" she asked, and he said yes with his eyes.
Margo found the bottle, put one pill into his mouth and he swallowed, then she gave him another. With some difficulty, he got it down, too, and she told him to rest as she leaned him back against the seat.
They were in the middle of nowhere, she thought as she looked around. Not even the highway offered any promise. In her whole morning of driving, she hadn't seen one highway patrol car. The man seemed to be in less pain, and as she looked, she saw that he was even older than he had appeared at first.
And then her panic passed as her reason told her that nobody lives forever, and that the old man had surely seen more years than most people get. If he happened to die that day, so what? While he was still alive, though, she would do the best she could for him. She could always finish her trip the following day.
The old man recovered quickly, thanked Margo for helping and would have gone on his way, but she insisted he wasn't to drive and urged him to let her take him to the nearest hospital. In time, they reached a compromise in that the man would rest for an hour or so, then if he seemed well enough, he would drive on.
Holding her arm, they walked to a grassy clearing that was screened from the road by thick bushes. There the man lay back. Bending over the man to position his head, Margo saw him staring down the cleavage of her blouse and she smiled.
" You're supposed to be resting," she chided him with a grin, "not getting all worked up looking at my boobs."
"Hell, woman, I'll have lots of time to rest after I die. I'll never again get a chance to look at beautiful breasts like yours."
"How can I argue with that?" she asked with a shrug and, bending further over to give him a better view, she planted a light kiss on his forehead.
"I'm getting my things in order," he told Margo, "and then I'm going into a nursing home to die alone among strangers. Isn't that something?"
"No children, grandchildren?" Margo asked. "Lots, but they're busy."
"Damn it all. Maybe nobody else cares, but I do," Margo told the old man with feeling.
"I believe you mean that, Miss."
"I do. And my name is Margo."
"All right, Margo. As I say, I'm getting ready to die in a bloody nursing home where nobody gives a damn about me. What do you think would happen if I got too excited, right here in the grass, under God's beautiful sun with a beautiful woman?"
"It would probably be too much for your heart."
"Yeah. Wouldn't that be a shame?" he said, and the smile on the old man's face went straight to Margo's heart.
"Is that the way you'd like it?" she asked, her voice warm, her smile radiant.
"More than anything in the world, Margo. I don't believe in the kind of heaven people talk about. You could give me mine right here and now. Some people want to die and go to heaven. I could start my trip right from here."
"Well, dear friend," Margo said as she knelt up and her fingers began working on the buttons of her blouse, "I'm not exactly the Virgin Mary, but I'll give you whatever heaven I can manage."
"Oh my God, you're so beautiful, Margo," he said as she opened her blouse, held it, then took it off. He stared upward at the shimmering black cups of her bra above the white tummy skin above her skirt.
Standing, Margo saw him looking up under her skirt as she unfastened the waistband and unzipped it.
"You're so beautiful," he told her, his eyes wet, his voice breaking with excitement. "My God, you're not wearing any panties!"
"You're right," she said and grinned. Then she opened her purse, took the panties out, stepped into them and snugged them around her body as he feasted his eyes on the erotic sight.
"I wasn't complaining," he said, a little laugh in his voice.
"I know, dear, but this way it gives me something else to take off for you. Won't that make it better?"
Oh yes. It's been so many years. The sight of a beautiful young woman taking her bra and panties off will be more exciting than all the fucking heavens all the preachers in the world ever promised," he said. Then she pushed her skirt slowly down over her hips as she stood with her back to the man. Then it fell around her ankles.
She paused there to allow him a generous view, then bent from the waist as she stepped out of the skirt, her big behind widening and stretching the tight black panties a bit more, letting the man see the shadowy crack of her behind. For the first time in longer than he could recall, he felt a stirring in his penis that promised the miracle of erection.
"Like to feel a little first, or should I strip bare now?" Margo asked as she crouched beside him.
"Please let me play a little first," he replied. "It's been so long and never with a woman as beautiful as you are."
As he spoke, one hand gently squeezed a bra cup while another rubbed shakily up one thigh until it was exploring a buttock, then it moved around and into her crotch where warm softness welcomed the bony old hand which trembled on nylon, feeling the warmth of vulva through the thin fabric.
"Yes, dear, yes. Touch and look and do anything at all. Right now, we're together, two humans, and I love you," Margo told the old man as his hands enjoyed an orgy of woman flesh and lingerie.
"What a warm, sweet woman you are, Margo," he told her. "If you don't mind, would you please take your bra off?"
"For you, I don't mind at all, darling. In fact, it will be a pleasure to bare my nice big tits for you."
For the second time that day, Margo slipped the front hook to open her bra and show her naked breasts to a man. The first time, it had been just a fun thing, erotic teasing. This time, she did it with as much love as she had felt for any man, ever, a love that was blended with sympathy and a touch of sadness.
"Oh my God!" the old man gasped, and his hands reached for the magnificent breasts.
"Don't strain, dear," she told him as she tweaked her nipples and made them grow quickly. "I'll deliver my tits to you and you may do what you want with them. You may play or suck or just look if that's what you want."
What the old man wanted was all three, and that's what he did as she lowered her lush bosom to him. He guided one into his mouth while he fondled the other. Then he was panting as he sucked and rubbed the most excitingly lovely breasts he had ever seen, amazed and delighted that they had come to him so late in life and in so strange a manner.
Margo felt herself trembling with feeling for the old man. As she felt him sucking her breast, she realized that he had probably started his life that way and that perhaps, within minutes, he would end it in the same manner, with a warm, smooth breast filling his hungrily sucking mouth.
When he turned his face to reach for the other huge breast, Margo sighed down warmly, held the breast, then rubbed the nipple around his lips before pushing the fleshy gift into his wide open mouth, thinking again of how childlike he was in his weakness and his hunger for the loving breast.
"Margo," he said in obvious excitement when she took the breast out of his mouth. "I can't believe it, but my... my thing is getting hard and strong."
"I'm so glad for you, darling. May I take it out for you?"
"Yes. Would you? Even if you just did it with your hand, it would be so good. It will be my last one ever."
"Then in that case, it shouldn't be just in my hand, should it, dear?" she said as she unzipped his fly, reached inside and carefully took out a stiff penis that was a good size and amazingly stiff and strong as she squeezed the shaft. "Would you like to have this beautiful bone right up to the hilt in my nice warm cunt?" she asked as she lovingly fondled the big head.
"Oh yes, Margo, yes, more than anything. But I'm afraid I don't have the strength."
"I have enough strength for the both of us, lover," Margo said. She stood and, with her back turned to him, bent slightly from the waist and slowly pushed her panties down, baring her lovely bottom with studied slowness.
"Do you like my big bum, darling?" she asked, smiling back over her shoulder as she allowed her panties to fall.
"It's the most beautiful I've ever seen," he told her. "I'd love to kiss it, if you don't think I'm some kind of a pervert."
"I'd love to have you kiss my bum, darling. In fact, I'd think you were a pervert if you didn't want to. It is a very beautiful bum."
Stepping out of her panties, she knelt astride him, her bottom posed nicely above. Then she lowered it and a sigh escaped her as she felt him lovingly kissing one cheek, then the other, then he was kissing in the crack between.
When she felt him tugging, Margo knew what he wanted, so she adjusted her position, bent a little farther over, then her vulva was on the man's mouth. He was sucking greedily, moaning a muffled message of love and gratitude to the sexy angel who had wandered into his life just in time to take him by the hand and lead him out of it.
He had been sucking for just a little while when his head fell back. Margo turned quickly, relieved to see him smiling and licking his lips.
"That was lovely, darling," she told him as she turned to face him. His right hand went into her crotch to stroke her warm, moist pussy. "Are you ready for me to fuck you now?"
"More ready than I've ever been for anything in all my life, Margo. Why are you doing so much for a tired old man?"
"Because at this moment, I love you. When you love a person, everything you do for him becomes a pleasure. Lie still now, lover, and I'll tuck your strong cock into my hot cunt and give you a lovely, slow fucking. I'm going to make love to my man." As she moved down to position herself above his strong, stiff old tool, Margo saw that he was trembling and sweating. She wondered how much more his heart could take. Then she recalled how it had all started and decided it didn't really matter. What did matter, she told herself, was that she get his penis inside her so that if his lights suddenly went out, it would be at a moment of peak pleasure.
As she lowered herself onto him and felt the head touch in her crotch, she reached between the two bodies and guided his penis until she felt her slit pushing down over it, felt hard tool pushing up into her slit. Carefully, her motions gentle so as not to damage the old man's erection, Margo pressed down until her satiny smooth buttocks were rubbing on him and his pecker was buried to the hilt in the soft, stimulating warmth of her vagina.
Her smile brightening his whole world, her lovely big breasts doing an erotic dance just for him, Margo rode the slippery hole easily, gracefully, being very careful not to bring her weight down too hard on him.
She wondered if he had any semen to ejaculate, hoped he had. Then she heard him panting more loudly, saw his eyes go wide and shine with ecstasy. Sensing that he was on the verge of going off, she gave a few more strokes and then heard his gasping and his groans of ecstasy as she pressed down firmly. The old man shot his load into her warmly receptive snatch and she drained him.
As she did, her head fell back and she sighed warmly, feeling the old man's penis softening and knowing that soon it would slip out. The old man had stopped panting, and when she brought her face down to look at him, she saw that his eyes were closed and that he wore a radiant smile.
Margo returned the smile and waited for the old man to open his eyes. It was almost a minute before she realized that he wouldn't open his eyes, ever. For just a moment, she considered trying to use mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to revive him, but she rejected the thought at once.
Revive him for what? To live a few more hours or days in some impersonal institution when instead, she could live the rest of her life with the satisfaction of knowing that once, she had stepped beyond mortal status to become the beautiful, gentle angel of death, and that she had taken a happy old man on his final journey with a portion of his body warmly nestled inside her body.
As she looked again at the smile on the face of the old man, Margo knew she would never forget it as long as she lived.
Carefully, she fastened his clothing and left him lying there. Eventually, a police patrol would find the car parked, would check and would find him. That didn't matter, though. What they would find was the clay left behind by a mortal who had finished using it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Margo felt good with her thoughts that she drove until mid afternoon before realizing she was hungry and so was the gas tank. The needle was tickling E when she spotted the service station and pulled in.
She gased the car first, went to the washroom, then to the dining room for fuel for her stomach. Far from being upset by the death of the old man, she still felt elated that fate had permitted her to give such a gift to another human.
She ate with an excellent appetite, though being careful not to overeat and risk dozing at the wheel, then, after relaxing for a while with coffee and a liqueur, she got back into the car and decided that unless something unforeseen happened, she would finish the drive and arrive at her new home early that evening.
She made better time than she had expected and when she reached the outskirts of the city, found herself caught in the early evening traffic rush. She found a pleasant looking restaurant and waited it out there, eating lightly and having a couple of drinks.
Margo phoned the woman who was to be her landlady, got specific instructions on how to find the place, then, after a short drive, she arrived at the home of her landlady.
The woman was plump and pleasant and as they chatted, Margo found herself thinking that her landlady would be an interesting nude, like a chubby Dresden china figure, then she decided to cool it and not risk spoiling what should be a good relationship.
While they were chatting over a drink, the landlady's daughter, Jenny arrived on the scene. One look at her and Margo felt a tingling sensation inside the crotch of her panties.
Jerry turned out to be twenty years old, had a lovely face which was excitingly framed with white blonde hair that was natural platinum. Her sun browned face made the hair look even whiter. Trying hard not to stare, Margo wondered how browned the young woman's body was and how blonde the hair on the base of her tummy was, just where it crowned what would be a tempting and tender little twat, one she was determined to invade with her lovingly lapping tongue.
Things took a definite turn for the better when Margo learned that her landlady was committed to attend a meeting that evening and, as a result, Jenny would go with her to show her to her house. The three had one more drink together, then Margo and Jenny got into Margo's car for the twenty mile drive to the little coastal town that was to be home for Margo.
"I hope this trip isn't causing you to break a date," Margo said as they started out.
"No. In fact, I'm in one of my anti-male phases right now," the young beauty replied.
"Oh, do you get them often?"
"Lately, I seem to be that way most of the time. There must be some decent men around, but I seem to meet only the bastards."
"There are lots of those," Margo agreed with a laugh. "Have you tried the opposite route?"
"You mean the girl-girl game?"
"Yes."
"Not yet. Since we're being so frank, have you, Margo?"
"I swing both ways. I believe in taking my fun where I find it."
"It sounds like the best of all worlds. I guess I could learn a lot from someone like you."
"You probably could, Jenny. You're young and beautiful, but you don't look all that happy. Anyway, I'll answer any and all questions, but I won't try to push. Okay?"
"Sounds great. I get the impression you know an awful lot about life. Have you ever been married, Margo?"
"Yes. I just ended that when my daughter left home to go to college. I'm loving my new life of freedom and making up for all the wasted years."
"You don't look old enough for that."
"I started very young. I'm thirty-five."
The conversation continued to flow easily, naturally. Just as they were arriving at the house that was to be home for Margo, Jenny asked the question the woman had been hoping to hear.
"What was it like, I mean the first time with a woman?"
"Like being born again in a beautiful new world, Jenny."
"Weren't you afraid?"
"Not in the least. I told myself that if I didn't like it, I could just walk away."
"And you liked it?"
"Very, very much, Jenny. She was very experienced, very skilled, and it was more beautiful than I had ever dreamed it could be."
"But you still like it with men?" Jenny asked as Margo guided the car into the driveway and parked.
"Very much. I demand certain qualities in men. If a man measures up, sex with him can be beautiful. If not, I won't have anything to do with him. No slobs allowed. We live in a whole new society now, dear. The woman no longer has to be a slave to anyone." "You make it sound so easy," Jenny said with a little sigh.
"For me, it is easy, dear. I'm thirty-five years old. You're twenty, and you have time to learn. As I said before, I'll be pleased to help in any way I can, but I won't push."
Margo decided to leave it at that for the time being. They carried her things into the comfortably furnished house, and Margo knew she was going to like the place. It wasn't a big house, but it was comfortable and had a beautiful view of the ocean. All it would require would be the right people to make it perfect, and she didn't doubt for a moment that she would arrange that without difficulty. Her trip had given her all the confidence she needed, and the presence of the nervous, confused young beauty presented Margo with an immediate challenge, one that could be most rewarding if handled properly.
Jenny helped Margo unpack. They paused to sip drinks from time to time, and while they didn't talk much about personal matters, Margo saw that the young woman was thinking, and that was what she wanted. With luck and proper guidance, she told herself, she could take the young beauty to bed before the evening was over.
Her chances improved when the sky darkened and rain fell in torrents.
"If this rain doesn't let up," Jenny said as she looked out the window, "you may end up with a house guest tonight."
"I'd be delighted, Jenny. I like your company, and I'm not looking forward to spending my first night alone in my new home, anyway. If I were the praying type," she added with a smile, "I'd pray for the fain to keep falling."
Before long it was obvious to both that the rain was not going to let up. Jenny turned on the radio to a local station and heard a warning that heavy rains would continue through the night and that there was already flooding along some of the coastal roads.
"There's only one bed, Jenny, but it's big enough for two," Margo said. "I've already told you that I won't push. You'll be safe here, as safe as you want to be."
"Thanks, Margo. I really like you," Jenny said with enthusiasm. "I have a feeling you're just the person I've needed to turn my life around." When they agreed that they had done enough work and that things were in reasonable order, Margo announced that after a day of driving and all that unpacking, she was more than ready for a shower. She said it casually, excused herself and went to her bedroom where she picked up a negligee, then went into the bathroom, stripped and showered. Just in case, she also douched so that she would be totally fresh.
"Don't misinterpret my informal attire," Margo said as she rejoined Jenny. "I just don't feel like getting all dressed up."
"No need to explain, Margo. I'm not the least bit afraid of you. God, what a beauty you are. Are you sure you're thirty-five?"
The negligee Margo had selected wasn't quite transparent, but it was diaphanous enough to let it be known that she was naked under it. Nipples that had been tweaked, poked through the fabric enticingly, and as she walked, there were flashes of smooth white thighs. As she poured a drink, Jenny noted the outline of big thighs. As she did, she felt very nicely trembly and wondered if this was the night she was going to find out what sex with another woman was like.
The prospect didn't scare her at all, rather, she found it very exciting.
"You look so cool and comfortable, Margo. Do you have anything I could wear if I were to have a shower too?"
"Sure, come along. It may not be a perfect fit, but we'll find something."
In the bedroom, Jenny began undressing at once and as she observed that, Margo took her time poking around the closet. When she emerged carrying a sheer negligee, Jenny had already removed her bra and was just stepping out of her panties, gloriously naked and stunningly beautiful.
"My God, Jenny, speaking of beautiful," Margo said as she devoured the young beauty with her eyes and wanted to do it with her mouth and hands. "I'm going to have to remind myself that I promised to be good."
"Oh well," Jenny replied in a tone that caught Margo right in the crotch, "nobody is perfect, I guess. If I'm supposed to be afraid of the way you're looking at me, I'm not."
Taking the negligee, she walked toward the bathroom, Margo's glance following her, the woman drooling as she stared at the luscious buttocks and firm, young thighs.
"Sweet Jesus," she said under her breath as she hurried to pour herself a drink she didn't need, "I'm going to get my hands on those buttocks and my face in that crotch before the night is over." Listening to the shower running, Margo gently stroked her vulva. She didn't want to climax, didn't want to dull the fine edge of desire. When she heard the shower stop, Margo took the hand out of her crotch, picked up the drink she had been ignoring and took a long, slow sip as she felt her heart pounding and savored a pulsating sensation deep in her vagina.
"After all the fucking sex I've had lately," she told herself, "I really shouldn't be so randy at the prospect of another romp in bed, but I am and there's no point in trying to fight it."
Going to the radio, she switched it to FM and found a program of Viennese waltzes. She hoped the music would seem as appropriate to Jenny as it did to her, then the bathroom door opened and a beautiful, erotic dream flowed out, her lush young body magnificently obvious through the filmy negligee.
"Mmm, such nice music. Are we going to dance?" Jenny asked, a radiant smile on her face.
"It's a beautiful idea, dear, as long as you realize that dancing close to you is going to be madly tempting."
"Do I look afraid?" the younger woman asked and then they were moving gracefully around the room, their bodies touching warmly as they floated with the music as though they had been dancing together for years.
"You dance beautiful, Jenny. Where did one so young learn to dance the waltz like this?"
"I've studied dance since I was twelve. I never really knew why until this moment. God, it's like we're floating high above the world."
"We are, darling," Margo said, "and we won't come down for a long, long time."
They moved closer together, their bodies moving as one, breasts and thighs and tummies brushing, hands moving subtly, lower and lower until they were caressing buttocks. Their dance was more an expression of physical love than a dance.
"Margo," Jenny whispered as the music stopped, "what would happen if we danced naked?"
"It would be very beautiful, Jenny. Do you want to try?"
"Yes."
Without moving very far apart, their negligees floated away. As the music began, their naked bodies moved together again. Neither could be sure whether the sighs they heard came from their throats or from the silken touch of their bodies as they pressed warmly together. They continued to dance, seemingly without their feet touching the floor.
"We are going to make love, aren't we, Margo?" Jenny asked in a whisper more beautiful than the music.
"Yes, dear, we are, and it's going to be so beautiful."
"When will it start?"
"We've already started, dear. Do you want to stop?"
"Oh no. Please teach me, Margo. What should we do now?"
"Let's dance to bed, darling. The rest will just happen."
As Margo turned so that they danced toward the bedroom door, she brought their bodies together so that their nipples brushed each other. They both felt the electrical charge, both knowing there could be no going back, only a glorious advance toward something so beautiful that no music could possible match the music that was being generated from within their bodies as they floated through a dance that had been choreographed eons ago on the Isle of Lesbos.
Margo waited until their dance had carried them to the edge of the bed. Then she brought their mouths together, and the kiss they shared was a thing of magical beauty; a kiss that was so much more than a kiss as their bodies kissed, as their wet, open mouths kissed.
When the kiss began, they had been standing. Then, with neither knowing how the change had happened, they were lying in a warm, writhing, naked embrace on the bed, each with a thigh between the thighs of the other, a subtle riding motion doing magic things in crotches so sensitive with lust that not even the most precise of electronic instruments could have measured the erotic communication they were sharing.
"Am I doing it right, Margo?" Jenny asked after one of many passionate kisses.
"Of course, darling. You don't have to ask. Your body knows what it wants... what to do. Just turn your mind off so your body can function freely."
"Yes, Margo, yes. It feels so right, so good. Sex has never been this good."
"Yes, baby angel, yes. I know," Margo told her. Then a gentle, loving mouth was kissing Jenny where throat met shoulder, and the young woman was squirming and sighing with passion, the like of which she had never experienced with any man.
There were more kisses, incredibly gentle hands found the firm young breasts and made magic things happen as silk stroked silk. Her nipples hardened, grew and sensitized. There was a magic mouth suckling one of her breasts, a live, loving tongue licking slowly over a tenderized nipple, and Jenny felt each lick deep in her crotch where a new kind of heat was churning deliciously.
As they writhed together on the bed, Jenny claimed one of Margo's magnificent mammaries. She trembled wildly as she experienced the joy of fondling a big, beautifully firm breast.
Reading all the signs, delighted with the ease with which the girl had been seduced, Margo moved up a little so that one of her breasts brushed Jenny's lips. Predictably, the girl's mouth opened wide, and one hand held the breast as she filled her mouth and sucked voraciously.
Surrendering her breast eagerly, Margo reached down and found that her hand could reach one delightfully firm nether cheek. The skin was smoother than silk, the flesh so firm it caused Margo to tremble through another plateau of lust. Later, Margo promised herself, after the young beauty had been totally seduced, beautifully hooked, she would guide that luscious body across her lap and would lightly spank the beautiful buttocks just hard enough to make her partner like it and want more. But for the time being, it was enough to fondle and squeeze while her breast was being sucked. She revelled in the joy of yet another seduction.
How beautifully the young woman had been won over was soon evident as Margo felt a gentle hand rubbing down her tummy with the touch of an angel feather, then it paused to fondle pubic bush and mons veneris.
With a warm sigh of invitation, Margo moved her thighs wide apart. The hand accepted the welcome and rubbed gently into the warmth of woman crotch. Then it was moving slowly, gently, making love to the warm softness of receptive vulva.
"Yes, my angel, yes," Margo said in a lust- flavored whisper. "Your touch is so gentle."
Wanting to share that joy totally with the lovely young initiate, Margo sent a hand in erotic exploration. It moved over a nicely fleshed hip, coasted around firm thigh, then found the softer, warmer inner thigh. Jenny's thighs parted, her warm young crotch opened, and Margo's hand seemed to float softly into it to caress the tender fruit of lesbian lust that would soon be hers to kiss and suck and lick.
Although in the other room the music played, the sound of violins served merely as a backdrop for the music of shared sighs as the gently writhing women moved hotly through the first movement of their erotic symphony, a tribute to the beauty and closeness of two lovely, naked bodies.
The greatest symphony orchestra in the world could not have competed as the most magnificent of all instruments, two naked human bodies, went on into the intricacies of the erotic rhapsody.
And then it was time for Margo, the more skilled artist, to become conductor and direct the symphony into the next of many glorious movements. Her body moved so gently and with such sensitivity that there was barely an awareness of any motion at all.
Her cheek touched a smooth inner thigh. Her breath was warm and moist as it bathed the tender pink crotch-flower. Then, slightly-parted lips were lovingly kissing the soft, pink vulva. At the touch, Jenny gasped, then came a high- pitched, quavering wail of ecstasy.
Margo's gentle mouth sucked tender lips into it. As she sucked, her hands firmly holding smooth hips, the music became louder as Jenny's voice became violins and flutes as her body floated higher.
When a skilled tongue deftly parted the labia, the oboe added its rich low tone to the symphony as the long tongue probed the deep well of warm juice. Then the music was rich and full as Margo alternately sucked voraciously and licked over the hardened little passion bud near the top of the generously oozing slit.
As Margo lapped on, the music broke a couple of times. The young body began to tense, and Margo held on more firmly. Then the music achieved crescendo, and Jenny was jerking out of control as orgasm swept over her.
Withdrawing the tongue that had triggered the fierce climax, Margo kept her open mouth firmly placed on the soft, wet target and held her partner, as if to keep her from flying away as the spasms approached what felt like death throes, then began to ease, became softer and began to pass.
As Jenny floated gently back to earth, there was the sound of a lone clarinet, wailing softly far out on the beach of Lesbos. Then the sound became a warm, loving sigh, and slowly, Jenny opened her eyes and looked around, as though amazed to find herself still on earth after having travelled so far above it.
Gently, smoothly, Margo brought the young woman back into a comforting, warm embrace, beautiful face pillowed on big, firm breast.
"That was beautiful, Jenny. It has never been so sweet, so perfect. I found heaven between your lovely thighs while you filled me with nectar."
"Oh, Margo. I can't believe it! Nothing can be so beautiful. How did it happen? What really happened to us, Margo?"
"We achieved something of incredible beauty... something only two loving women can share."
"Can it ever be like that again?"
"Perhaps not exactly like that first venture into the heights of lesbian heaven, but it can be unutterably beautiful every time. I'm so happy for you, dear. I knew it would be beautiful. The vibrations of our bodies told me that before we started, while we were still dancing."
"It was as though we didn't stop dancing. The music was so beautiful. I saw the whole world - the universe. I was above it all."
"Yes, my lovely angel, we both were. Rest now, and then, later, we can soar again and look down at the angels and the sun."
"Oh, yes, Margo, yes," Jenny whispered in a small voice. As their mouths came together in a gentle kiss, the young woman tasted a new flavor in her partner's mouth - the subtle flavor of vaginal nectar.
As they embraced and talked, their voices soft and warm, both felt arousal beginning anew and sensed that their bodies would demand more. And they would meet that demand again and again.
"You will let me do it to you, Margo? You will let me put my face between your beautiful big thighs to suck and lick your cunt."
"I'll be more than delighted to if it's what you want... not something you feel you have to do out of obligation."
"Oh, Margo. I want to. I have to know what it feels like."
"My cunt is on fire, darling. To feel your sweet mouth and your tongue tending that fire would be sheer ecstasy to me. If you wish, we can do it to each other at the same time."
"Oh yes, I want that, but not the first time. I want to concentrate on doing it to you, feeling my face in your warm crotch, kissing and sucking your cunt, licking right inside, then licking your clit and feeling you come, hearing your cries. Was I terribly noisy when I came? It felt like I was screaming."
"No, my angel, not screaming. You made beautiful music, and each note of it added to my joy. You were and are a lovely partner. Together, we added a whole new dimension to lesbian lovemaking."
"I feel that, Margo. What will happen now? Will we be married? Do women fall in love forever? I'm all mixed up."
"Of course you are, angel. That's natural. No, we won't fall in love or enter into a lesbian marriage. Some women do, but we won't. In time, you'll come to understand that. We'll be special friends. When we're making love, we'll be in love. Between times, we'll be warm friends with mutual respect, with consideration and all that, but we'll each have a life to live. Two people can't become one."
"I'm sure I'll understand that. I'll learn so much from you, Margo. Right now, though, there's only one thing I want... "
"I hope it's what I think it is, Jenny. Tell me."
"I want to make love to you. I want to lose my face deep between your thighs. I want to suck and lick your cunt."
"If you didn't, darling, I think I would die. Make love to me, darling. Your body knows how. Perhaps you'd like to start with my nice big tits and go on from there. I won't guide you. Just take my body and make love to me."
With a little cry of delight, Jenny turned to the bigger woman. With hands and lips and tongue and muffled words and sighs, she made passionate, lesbian love to her. She began with the magnificent breasts, kissed and licked her way down the firm, silken tummy, nuzzled in the foliage of the firm mons veneris. Then her face was lost from sight between Margo's big thighs. Her mouth found the soft, warm vulva and she kissed and sucked, rubbed her face, her nose, in the hot wetness, penetrated the slit with her tongue. While her hands made love to thighs and hips and tummy, she lapped Margo to a glorious orgasm.
When it was over, Jenny rose, her eyes shining with joy, her face wet, her tongue licking around her lips to taste the last drop of nectar. Then they talked again, their bodies glowing, their voices softened and warmed by their shared joy.
"I can't tell which is better, more beautiful - sucking your cunt or having you suck mine," Jenny told her.
"Neither can I, angel. That's what's so beautiful about lesbian love."
"Can we do it again, Margo? Can we suck and lick each other at the same time?"
"Of course we can, darling. It will be so beautiful when we're sucking, licking each other, perhaps even coming together. Let's take another journey."
Eagerly, Jenny permitted Margo to guide them into position. As they fitted their warm, naked bodies into an end-to-end embrace, Jenny noticed that Margo was teasing, kissing and licking sensitive inner thighs, her hands fondling gently, so she did the same.
The teasing game went on for a little while as they trembled together. Then Margo's mouth claimed the tender target. Jenny followed suit and the room was filled with the sounds of muffled sighs, greedy, wet sucking, as they writhed together. The sounds became louder and their writhing more fevered. Then, as Margo had hoped, they were both rocking in delicious orgasm, their cries excitingly muffled.
When the act began, they were lying side by side. When it was over, after all the writhing and jerking and rubbing, Jenny opened her eyes and found that she was lying on top of her partner, her cheek resting on a pillow of silken pubic hair.
After they had rested, Margo declared a drink break. Naked, they poured and sipped and talked. When Jenny was confident that her voice was more or less normal again, she called her mother to report that because of the storm, she would spend the night at Margo's. And then they talked some more.
Jenny wanted to know more about the games lesbians play, and Margo was eager to tell. After their drinks, Margo drew Jenny over her lap and played with the lovely firm buttocks as she told of the joys of spanking.
"Some people, males and females, like it," she explained. Others don't. I like it very much, whether I'm spanking or being spanked."
"I've never spanked or been spanked, but I'd love to try. Do we just smack each other's bums?
Is that all there is to it?"
Margo explained that there was more to it than that, and they worked out a scenario in which Jenny was a student in a private school and Margo was the headmistress. Jenny had broken the rules and was to be punished.
As Margo sat on an armless chair, she scolded, using an English accent. Jenny learned quickly. She sobbed and pleaded, then draped her lovely body across the firm, warm thighs, her sobbing delighting both herself and her partner.
Margo trembled as she began to spank the pretty rounds. She spanked lightly at first, still scolding. Then the spanks became a little harder, hard enough to produce exciting sounds and make the 'victim' cry and squirm. When her buttocks glowed warm pink, Margo stopped spanking, took the softly crying girl to bed and kissed and licked the warmly tingling buttocks. Then, for good measure, she turned the sighing girl over, hurried her face into her crotch, and with sucking mouth and licking tongue, rewarded the girl for having taken her spanking so nicely. The reward brought Jenny another magnificent orgasm and left her tingling; not just her buttocks, but all over.
When they resumed their game, Jenny was the mistress of the manor. Margo was the maid whose work had been badly done. Jenny proved to be a natural as she scolded and threatened to fire the maid. Margo dropped to her knees and, tears in her eyes, pleaded for another chance. She was already sobbing as she lay over Jenny's thighs, her magnificent behind so beautifully presented. Then Jenny was spanking and scolding, trembling with wild arousal as her hand bounced off the big, smooth, reddening rounds.
A couple of times, Margo had to urge her to spank harder. Jenny, swept up in the excitement of the new game, gave Margo the kind of spanking she really wanted.
Later, as Margo lay with her legs raised back over her naked body, Jenny played with the buttocks while she ate the woman.
"I'm hooked on that, too," Jenny said later, to Margo's delight. "It reminded me of something."
"What's that, dear?"
"A long time ago, I guess I was about twelve, we had a maid, a pretty young Irish woman with black hair and a very pretty face. I came home from school early one afternoon and caught Mom spanking her. Mom was wearing just a robe and it was open. They both acted so embarrassed. Things were kind of strange for a while. Mom made me promise not to mention it to Dad. A little after that, Mary left, but she and Mom stayed friends for a long time. I'm beginning to see the light now."
"How very interesting," Margo said with a strange look on her face. "Your mother appears to have a nice plump bum."
"Margo, if you and Mom should get into anything, does it mean you'd lose interest in me?" Jenny asked with sadness in her tone and her eyes.
"Silly angel," Margo scolded with a warm smile. "As I told you earlier, I'll always have other friends - men and women. I hope you will, too. I want you to develop into a full person with many interests. I can't imagine a time when I wouldn't want you to visit me, to spend time the way we're spending it tonight."
Later, over drinks, Margo told the young woman about her life, her break with her husband, and the adventures she had enjoyed on her cross-country trip. When she told of her stay with Madge and Ted and their daughter, she saw Jenny's eyes light up and saw there was no element of shock or disapproval.
"With her own mother and father? My God, that really sounds wild!"
"It was wild, dear, wild and wonderful. In this one lifetime we have, each of us, we have the capacity to enjoy infinite pleasure. Although I always suspected that it could be, I was late in discovering it. I was thirty-five when I was reborn. You're twenty. You have a fifteen-year edge on me."
"I won't waste that, Margo. That's a promise to you and to myself. Now, how about a promise from you?"
"I promise, darling. Now then, since you do seem to be so turned on, let's go back and do something about it."
They did, and it was beautiful again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Margo arrived a few minutes early for her appointment at the health studio. There were about a dozen women, all in black leotards, doing exercises. Most of them, she observed, had waited too long to start, but two or three were attractive enough so that as they assumed various poses, Margo admitted she wouldn't mind doing some erotic exercises with them.
The black man who led the class spotted her standing just inside the door. He smiled at her, called another man to finish the class, and came to meet her. As he advanced, Margo looked him over quite boldly.
He wore only a pair of white gym trunks, white sweat socks and gym shoes. Above and below the shorts, his skin was so dark it was almost suggestive of rich purple. He had the musculature of an athlete, his broad chest a work of sculptured art as he moved with easy, fluid grace.
The smile he gave her told Margo he was reading her mind. And while she was sure many women looked at him in that way, she saw that he was pleased and that he liked what he saw about her, too. He put a hand on her shoulder as he ushered her into his private office on the mezzanine.
Margo saw the outside wall facing the gym floor was one big mirror, but inside the office, she noticed it was one-way glass.
"That gives me privacy," Andrew told her, then looked at the wide couch. "Yet it permits me to keep an eye on the operation. Now then, you want to sign up for a course?"
"No, this is strictly social. Madge and Ted sent me. Madge and Ted Edwards."
"Oh yeah, they're a real nice couple," he said with a knowing smile. You know them pretty well?"
"I spent a delightful three days with them and their beautiful daughter. It took me a while to recover."
"Daughter? You mean that beautiful kid is into it?" he asked, his eyes lighting up.
"All the way, and she's as hot and eager as any woman can be."
"Is Ted screwing her?"
"You bet. Cunt, asshole and mouth. It's really a turn-on to see her and her mother eating each other."
"I see I have to go visit them again. Now then, Margo, you say this visit is... uh... personal?"
"Personal. Or, to be more specific, sexual. Madge tells me you carry twelve inches of dynamite between your legs. I liked everything she told me about you. Do you really have a foot- long cock?"
"That's right, lady. I've got twelve inches, but I don't use it as a rule," he told her and laughed.
"She also tells me you have a very special style of fucking, but she wouldn't tell me what it is. I want to find out, if you find me attractive enough to want to fuck me."
"Lady, if what I see is true, I want to. Are they for real?" he asked, eyeing the bulges in her blouse, nipples poking through the fabric.
"I thought you may want to check, so I didn't wear a bra," Margo told him. Then she casually unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it wide open, and heard his gasp of admiration.
"Shee-it, lady! I've seen a lot of beautiful tits in my time, but never anything like these," he said as a pair of black hands reached for a pair of white breasts. "Do you like it rough or gentle?"
"With my tits and cunt, gentle."
"Where do you like it rough, on your ass?"
"I like to be spanked. You must know other women like that."
"Sure. I get some here in my classes. I give them a target of how many pounds they have to lose each week. When one fails, and they always do, I take her in here and strip her naked. Then she gets so many spanks for each pound. With some of them, it's a leather strap."
"Wild. What then?"
"It depends on my mood. I may ram a foot of stiff cock up her cunt, or I may make her kneel and play my clarinet and drink until I'm drained. Speaking of ass, I want to check."
Margo felt no desire to protest as she turned and raised the hem of her skirt above her waist. His hands were strong as they fondled, then he gave her one spank on each cheek, and she felt heat flaring between her thighs.
"I've got to see that cock," she told him. "When do we get together?"
"We're together right now," he said. He opened his shorts, reached inside to free his tool, then dropped the shorts. Margo gasped as she saw the foot-long penis in splendid erection.
"Jesus Christ! I have to feel that stretching my cunt," Margo told him and she trembled. Are you going to show me that special style of fucking Madge raved about?"
"Count on it, lady. Your body turns me on. You have a beautiful face, too. Like me to sting your beautiful ass before we fuck?"
"Not this time. The sight of that cock and those balls makes me forget about everything else. Another time I'll want to be spanked by you. I'd also love to see you strapping a fat woman's bare ass."
"That can be arranged. A couple of them like to have a witness. It adds to the humiliation and makes it even more kicky. Strip naked, baby. I want to play with that lovely white body, then I'll give you a special fuck, one you will remember as long as you live."
Margo was trembling and panting as she removed her blouse, skirt, then stepped out of her panties, naked.
"Jeee-zus!" he panted as he drew her to him, mashed lovely white breasts against his brown skin and fondled her buttocks, squeezing, patting and lightly spanking as he felt her heart pounding against him.
Margo had come to the man for something different, and she began to get it as he picked her up around the waist and held her with an arm under her buttocks, as though she weighed nothing at all. Then she saw his brown face come to her left breast and he began to suck on it.
The sight of contrasting dark brown and creamy white was thrilling to her as was his greedy sucking. His arm didn't tire, and he sucked for a while before he moved his mouth to the other breast and gave it another beautiful sucking.
He smiled as he released the breast with a slow lick of nipple. Then he raised her higher, tossed her upward, then caught her, holding her crotch at face-level and staring into her crotch.
"Mmmmm, I like that white crotch and that nice little pink cunt," he told her, his breathing steady and unlabored. "My cock is really going to stretch it for you."
"My God, Andrew, you're so strong! I'm dying for that fuck."
"You're gonna get it, baby. But first we have to make your cunt nice and slippery so it can take this foot-long cunt-stretcher."
Still holding her with ease, he brought her vulva to his mouth. She groaned loudly as he began to suck and lick, pouring saliva into her slit and slurping it out until Margo thought she was going to come.
"Here comes that special fuck, lady," he told her. As he began to lower her, Margo prepared to run to the couch and throw her legs apart to welcome the man with his massive member. But it wasn't to be.
Again tossing her easily into the air, he caught her by the waist, held her and smiled as he lowered her slowly until she felt the head of his big tool in her crotch.
"You know now how you're going to get fucked?" he asked her, his grin widening.
"Oh Jesus... Jesus... yes. I think so."
"One flying fuck coming up, lady. Just relax and take it. I'll do all the work. This will be a fuck you can tell your grandchildren about."
He moved her until she felt the tip of his tool between the lips of her snatch. He pushed her down a little, jabbed, and she cried out as the big penis penetrated her. The man was laughing as he kept pushing her down on his pole and she felt it ramming up inside her, farther than anything had ever penetrated her.
"Wrap your arms around me and take your fucking like a nice little girl," he said, and she complied eagerly. His hands were under her firm, smooth buttocks and she could feel him pumping penis to her as no man ever had.
As he screwed her, he turned so she would be able to see their reflection in the mirror. That sent her temperature soaring even more.
"Like it, lady?" he asked as he rammed the bone to her. She could only groan with joy. "Take it... take it... take your flying fuck right up your cunt," he chanted as he went on screwing her, driving that magnificent piston into her slit faster than any man ever had, not to mention a hell of a lot farther, so much so that she was certain she could feel it poking up into the neck of her womb and maybe even between her breasts. Despite her fierce arousal, she almost laughed as she told herself that with his tool buried so deeply in her, when he went off, he would probably blast his semen through her throat and into her mouth.
"Hold on, lady and I'll join you," he said, his voice deep and rumbling. "I'm almost there... hold it... hold it... hold it... here we go. Come, baby, come!"
Margo did so, shrieking, her legs kicking, the strong walls of her vagina sucking on his spurting penis as he pumped his joy juice so deeply in her body that Margo wondered whether internal drowning was possible in that manner. She didn't really care. She remembered a nice old man who had died happy and decided it would be a lovely way to go.
But she didn't die and to her amazement, the big black man stood strong and was totally calm, breathing normally as he held her, resting on the As she looked down at the soft, soggy machine that had treated her so nicely, Margo dropped to her knees and took it in her hands. Even soft, it was impressively long, she observed. Then she kissed and licked the head and the long, slippery shaft.
"Lady," he said with a grin, white teeth flashing like jewels, "I sure like the way you clean a man's cock."
"I wouldn't do that for just any man, Andrew," Margo said. "A man like you deserves nothing but the best."
Andrew laughed again, seeming to make the building shake. That was just one of the many things she liked about him, and she promised herself that she would see the beautiful big black often in the future.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Margo's landlady, Janet, came to visit, Margo had already worked out the plan she would employ to get panties lowered and bare bottoms spanked to a warm red.
In the magazine rack next to where she would have Janet sit, she had placed a magazine devoted to the subject of spanking. The color cover showed one naked woman in the act of spanking another. She had positioned the magazine carefully so that the cover was partly covered by a straight magazine, so that one spotting it would get the impression that perhaps she had tried to hide the sexy one and failed, or that she wanted the spanking scene observed.
She had dressed carefully, too. She wore a short black rayon dress that could only be described as sexy. It was cut low at the top to display luscious white breasts, and high at the bottom, so that by bending just a little, she could allow a visitor to see that she wore nylons, rather than a garter belt, and that the tops caressed her big, firm, white thighs excitingly.
If that didn't work, Margo told herself, then the girl had been totally wrong in her evaluation of her mother, and Margo doubted that very much.
By the time the bell rang, Margo had worked herself into a fine state of arousal. Her buttocks were tingling with hot desire to be spanked, and her vagina was tingling with other desires. As she went to admit her visitor, she warned herself to look a little more composed and not to scare the woman off.
Their greeting was cordial as Margo poured drinks and they sat and chatted. Within minutes, Margo spotted her guest glancing toward the magazine rack. When she kept glancing toward it, Margo decided it was time to excuse herself and go to the bathroom.
She allowed Janet enough time to do her checking. She flushed the toilet and permitted enough time for Janet to replace the magazine, and then she returned to the room. The first thing she did was glance at the rack and confirm that the spanking magazine had been moved.
"Sorry I was gone so long," Margo said casually as she returned.
"Oh, that's all right. I found magazines to look at."
"That's nice. Did you find anything interesting?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. Was I supposed to?" Janet asked with what Margo decided was a promising expression.
"Well," Margo replied as she sat opposite the woman, slowly crossing her legs in such a way that Janet had to see smooth, white thighs above expanded nylon tops, "I'm not the type to want a guest to be bored."
"How thoughtful you are, Margo," Janet said and stared boldly at the exposed thighs. "Does your consideration go beyond magazines?"
"Far beyond, when I'm with the right company. How about you, Janet?"
"I'm beginning to think we may have a lot in common. At least, I hope that's so."
"I rather suspect it is," Margo said, slowly uncrossing her legs, then getting up slowly.
With her back turned to her guest, she bent slowly. As she fumbled with the magazine rack for a few seconds, the hem of her dress rode high enough to show Janet that she wore black nylon panties which left generous areas of big buttocks exposed teasingly. "How do you like the color scheme around here, Janet?" Margo asked as she picked up the spanking magazine, turned and stood to face her guest.
"Very nice indeed, Margo."
"Don't you think there's a bit too much white - that if there were more red and less white, it would be a little more interesting?"
"Now that you mention it, I think that would make it a lot more interesting."
"Do you happen to be any good at that sort of... uh... interior decorating?"
"I think so. I've been away from that field for much too long, but I have a feeling that I could still be quite competent."
"I had the same hunch. Shall we discuss it?" Margo asked and sat beside the woman on the couch, the hem of her black dress raised about an inch above the tops of her nylons.
Together, they looked at the front cover of the magazine. Then Margo opened it and they began turning pages, looking at the pictures. They were silent through the first few pages, then they discussed each picture, talking about positions, size of buttocks, coloration, and it was clear to both that as arousal built, they were on their way to a session that would be wildly exciting - one that would begin with brisk spanking and would go on from there with naked bodies squirming and writhing in passion, jerking in orgasm.
"Do you only do it, Janet? Or do you take it, too?" the hostess asked.
"I've never been able to decide which I prefer. What about you?"
"The same," Margo told her, then tossed the magazine away. "Why don't you do me first? After all, it was very naughty of me to leave such a magazine lying around, wasn't it?"
"Very naughty, Margo. I think you should be soundly punished. How dare you?" she snapped as Margo put a hand between Janet's thighs and they parted to allow the slowly moving hand to move up to the crotch of her panties. "You really do need to be taught a lesson."
"I'm sorry, Miss," Margo sobbed, and took the hand out of the warm crotch. "I'll be good, I promise."
"It's too late for that, Margo. Stand up and undress at once. I'm going to give you a hard spanking on your bare bum."
Margo's knees trembled as she stood and began to take her clothes off. She saw the woman's eyes feasting on her. Then Janet was undressing, explaining that spanking was such warm work.
Then Janet was naked, and Margo loved what she saw.
The naked woman sat on an armless chair and Margo stood before her, still wearing panties, garter belt and nylons as the woman scolded and threatened. As Janet slowly peeled the little panties down, Margo sobbed and pleaded. Then she was pulled, sprawling across the warm, smooth thighs of her punisher.
As Janet spanked and scolded, she quickly convinced her hostess that she was brilliant at the game. The bare buttocks of the crying, writhing victim were brilliant, too, in a different manner.
"Yes, yes, I've learned my lesson," Margo said much later. As she stood, big breasts swaying, she rubbed her stinging buttocks with both hands.
"Come here. Kneel down and prove it to me," Janet demanded and lay across the couch, thighs parted and bent back over her body, her vulva looking already moist.
With a little cry, Margo pressed her face into the warm crotch of the woman and, wetting her some more with her tears, she sucked and licked until Janet climaxed loudly, her cries reverberating through the room.
After that, the women celebrated their mutual discovery with a drink. They chatted, planned the scenario for round two, then a subdued and sobbing Janet was pleading for mercy as she draped her nude body over the big thighs and turned a lovely, smooth bottom up to be briskly spanked.
As the room rang with the sound of bare hand slapping naked buttocks against a background of crying, begging and scolding, Janet showed she could take as well as give. When the spanking finally ended, Janet was the owner of a pair of very red, hotly tingling buttocks. She then hurried her face into Margo's crotch to show that she could eat a crotch as nicely as she could spank a bare behind.
Again, the women celebrated with drinks. Then they went to lie on Margo's bed, hands straying over naked bodies while they talked of the excitement they had discovered together and of the pleasures they would share in the future.
"There's just one thing I can't figure out, Margo," Janet said much later, after they had lapped each other to orgasm again in and end-to- end embrace.
"What's that?" Margo asked innocently, or at least with the appearance of innocence.
"What made you so sure that I'd go for the bait? It was as though you knew."
"How could I possibly have known, Janet? After all, I just got here."
"Damn you, Margo. You just look too innocent. I've got a feeling that you're teasing."
"Is that so? In that case, perhaps after we have a drink, you'll just have to spank the truth out of me.
"That's the kind of challenge I like, Margo. Let's go have that drink. Mmmmm, your ass is still warm and pink. Another good smacking should make smoke come out of that little pink hole."
Laughing, they went to pour another drink. Since each needed only one hand to hold the glass, there was another available to play naughty, exploring games to keep arousal building with the promise of more fun and games to come.
"By the way, Janet," Margo teased. "I often have this fantasy in which I have a black-haired Irish maid named Mary, and I take her panties down and spank her on her lovely bare bum."
"Oh, you teasing bitch!" Janet exploded, but with a laugh. "Where in hell did you ever find Mary?"
"Find her? I've never seen her or talked to her in my life.
"Damn it all, Margo. I'm really going to blister your beautiful big bum until I get to the bottom of this!"
"I thought you'd already been to the bottom, darling. At least, my bottom feels as though you have."
Janet couldn't wait to get to the bedroom. She sat on the kitchen stool, pulled Margo over her lap and gave her another stinging spanking.
"Did you ever know," Margo asked Janet later, "that one day, your pretty young daughter caught you spanking Mary?"
"You mean... " Janet gasped and ran out of words. "My God, Jenny spent a night with you. Does that mean...?"
"Why do you look so shocked, Janet? If something is great fun for us, why should it be wrong for Jenny? What a beauty she is. She didn't really know about spanking until I turned her on. We're all going to have such wild times, Janet dear."
"Oh no, you can't mean it, Margo. You can't. After all, she's my own daughter!"
"Can't I? I've already made my mind up, Janet. How long do you think you'll be able to hold out?" Margo asked with a confident, teasing grin.
"Oh my God, Margo. Every fiber of my mind and body says no, and yet I have this dreadful feeling that I won't be able to resist you. What am I going to do?"
"Come here, Janet, and eat my cunt. See if you can do it as nicely as your daughter does."
"Oh, Margo," the woman said, close to tears. "I said, eat my cunt, Janet!" Margo snapped. She gave the woman a, stinging slap on each buttock, then sighed as Janet went down and began eating in her crotch.
Thinking of all the beauty and excitement the future held, Margo sighed and looked at her watch. Jenny was due in just over twenty minutes. She had a key so she could sneak in and catch Margo and Mummy in erotic action...
