We Three 2/? {Redman} {MF rough Rom}
(c) October 2000

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readers and contains scenes about mature sexual 
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We Three: Part 2



After our nice shower, I was feeling pretty mellow. 
Marjorie had just had the edge taken off of her 
arousal, though. After drying ourselves off, I allowed 
her to steer me with my rudder (or would that be 
rutter?) toward our bed. 

"I've still got your stuff dripping out of me," 
Marjorie said with a coquettish smile while dabbing 
between her legs with a towel. My wife was fascinated 
with the feel of my semen coming out of her. To hear 
her speak, one would think I shot gallons into her.

"You're a good woman, Marjorie McBride." 

It may have been that I was feeling especially good 
after that shower, but I couldn't imagine being with 
any better match than my wife. We had certainly gone 
through an adjustment phase, but every day I grew to 
love some other aspect of her personality more.

"No, I'm not," Marj said, pushing me down to a seated 
position on our bed. She draped herself over my lap, 
raising her naked behind up obscenely. "I'm a bad 
little girl," she said, biting her lower lip poutingly 
while wagging that beautiful bottom in my face.

This was one of Marjorie's favorite games that she only 
played when she was especially horny. I knew this game 
was based on her actual experiences as a girl, but how 
much was reality and how much was fantasy still wasn't 
clear to me.

"I guess you need a spanking then, little girl." 

Marjorie squirmed around on my lap, delighted that she 
had coaxed me into her game. We didn't often do this, 
because I still couldn't understand it fully. I only 
knew that it filled some deep need in her and today I 
was willing to do anything she wanted.

"I may have to spank you very hard, because you've been 
very bad. Do you understand, little girl?"

"Yes daddy, I understand. Please don't spank me very 
hard. I'll be good."

I knew the last part was real. Marjorie didn't want to 
be spanked hard, what she wanted was more the show of 
spanking, not the force of it.

I brought my hand up and gave her bottom a loud smack, 
designed more for sound than fury. 

"That hurt's too much daddy."

I decreased the force of Marjorie's "spanking" until 
she was purring like a pussycat in my lap. It was 
really more of an open handed massage, but I patted her 
ass with it all over. She would moan and writhe so 
lovely that anyone who were only watching might wonder 
if I were beating the poor girl to death or whether she 
was dying of ecstasy.

Before long, her throat was humming a deep tune of 
continuous arousal. I paid particular attention to the 
insides of her thighs and the crack of her bottom and 
elicited even more earthy vocalizations. All the while 
we were doing this, Marjorie wanted me to tell her how 
much she needed to be spanked and disciplined.

"I need to take my belt and bend you right over in the 
grocery store and whip your naked hiney young lady."

"But everyone would be able to see me, daddy."

"You should have thought of that when you were being 
bad. Nasty little girls need to have their nasty little 
bottoms spanked. That's just the way it is."

"Daddy, I need a finger."

Now this was the part I was much more comfortable with. 
I slid my hand up between Marjorie's thighs and began 
to rub her clitoris with the web between my thumb and 
index finger. Marj groaned and rocked back, burying my 
thumb into her wet, hot pussy and eliciting even deeper 
groans. 

"Your pussy feels very slick today, little girl. Have 
you been letting some nasty boy shoot his sperm up 
inside you again?"

Marjorie was very close to cumming already. She rocked 
back on my thumb, burying it with me as deep as we 
could. I felt her nipple with my left hand and it was 
as hard as a rock. She immediately covered my hand with 
one of hers and squeezed her own breast roughly with my 
hand.

"Only you daddy. I only let you cum inside me."

Hmmm, that's the first time Marjorie had said that. She 
said it so convincingly, I wondered if her father had 
really fucked her and cum in her little pussy? There 
were still many parts of the reality behind this game 
that Marjorie wouldn't talk with me about yet.

That was only a passing thought at the moment though. 
She looked and smelled and felt so good I wanted to 
fuck her myself very soon. 

I pulled out my thumb to the sound of Marj's whimpers 
and replaced it with my two middle fingers. Together 
they were a little thicker and I could reach to a 
comparable depth. I was still able to rub her erect 
clit with my index finger. Just as importantly, I was 
able to begin to stimulate her anus with my now cum 
slickened thumb.

Just circling her perfect little pucker with my wet 
thumb threw my baby into an orgasmic fit. She pushed 
down as she squealed and came, trapping my index finger 
between her pubis and my thigh. She ground it into me, 
almost painfully, as I strained to give her as much of 
my two fingers as I could. At the last possible moment, 
I popped the first joint of my thumb into the tight 
ring of her asshole, only to be surprised when she 
pushed back forcefully, burying the entire thumb into 
her lubricated anus.

She continued to quiver as I squeezed her breast and 
rocked my hand back and forth between her ass and cunt. 
In the end, she gave a muffled groan and collapsed on 
my lap, smacking her lips contentedly. 

She grimaced as I pulled my thumb out of her bottom. 
That part had really surprised me. Marjorie loved to 
have her ass touched and tickled; rarely did she like 
me to actually penetrate it. I guess she HAD been 
really carried away today.

"I think you made daddy very horny little girl."

Marjorie crawled off my lap and climbed onto the bed 
face down, sticking her bottom up ridiculously high 
into the air. She never wanted to talk after her 
"spanking sessions" or answer my many questions. She 
just wanted to be fucked very hard. In that we were in 
complete agreement. That was exactly what I planned to 
do.

I crawled up behind her and slipped my already 
throbbing cock between the open lips of her vagina. 
With a mutual grunt, I buried myself within her with a 
solid jab. Marjorie was slick and warm. It was entirely 
too easy to set up a fast, steady rhythm as I plunged 
into her wet core obsessively.

My eyes were already starting to roll back in their 
sockets when I looked down and saw Marjorie with her 
face pressed hard into the mattress, sucking her thumb. 
God, it's nasty when she does that! I'm never certain 
if she's reverting back to childhood or thinking of 
some big cock in her mouth, but either way it gets to 
me.

We've both descended to the level of incomprehensible 
speech and all that matters is fucking into my wife as 
quickly and as thoroughly as possible. There's no way 
to objectively tell how long I rut into her like this. 
For a part of me it seems like a blissful eternity. For 
another part it is but a fleeting second that is over 
far too quick.

It's hard to tell if Marj is cumming or not at this 
point. Her pussy has been convulsing around me since I 
started. Her thick creams have been frothing around my 
cock the whole time. I can see her sucking that thumb 
deep into her mouth and suddenly nothing matters except 
shooting my seed as deep into her gorgeous cunt as I 
can. I give her one final, agonizingly hard thrust, 
almost knocking her off the bed. There's no way she's 
falling though. I've got her hips in a death grip and 
my prick is shoved up inside her about ten feet.

After I finished firing my load up into my magnificent 
wife, the head of my penis is so sore it almost aches 
to withdraw it. I collapse limply on the bed, my face 
coming to rest within a foot of her own. She's still 
sucking her thumb, though less frantically with every 
moment. She has the face of an angel, or at least the 
face of a well-fucked woman. Perhaps they are the same.

All I can do is look at this glorious, wonderful 
stranger that I know so well. Her eyes are still closed 
but she withdraws the thumb and reaches back to rub her 
hand through her pubic hair. Her ass is still thrust 
obscenely into the air, as if in open invitation to the 
next stud to come and take his turn. Luckily, there's 
only me and the woman I love.

She opens her eyes. They are bright and glittery in the 
fading light of the room, like two miniature 
flashlights. I tell her how much I love her and want 
her and how much I'll love her for the rest of my life. 
At least, I think that's what my eyes are saying.

"I've got your stuff dripping out of me again," she 
says with a contented smile.

"You're a good woman Marjorie McBride, but your going 
to have to wait a while before I have the energy to 
fuck you again."

"Maybe you need something to eat."

"In a minute love, just let me look at you a while."

So we stayed there while the sun set: my wife with her 
ass high in the air and me looking lovingly into her 
eyes.