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(MF, cheating) *** Author Note: Writing helps you forget because you can vent on the page, examine your motives and reactions, and decide what to take with you as you move on. You learn from your hurts, as long as you don't nurture them to feed anger and thoughts of retribution. Writing is an act of healing, and the healing begins when you release the need to rehearse the events over and over again to make sure it's still there. When my doctor first told me this I was unsure, but writing about these past events has helped clear my mind immeasurably. The following story is based on true facts. It is one in a series of stories I have written detailing some of the events that occurred during my first marriage. While some of the dialog may be paraphrased, the events did actually occur as described. * * * It was well after four o'clock when I got back to the main office from the mines, probably almost five. Normally, everyone left at four and the office would be empty. Since I had been underground in one of the coal mines, I went into John's office to use his private shower to wash off before I began the long evening of making sense of the days' events. When I came out of John's private shower, I noticed Margaret, his secretary, sitting on the large couch in his office. I thought I was alone in the building so I only had a towel wrapped around my hips. I was a bit surprised. Margaret and I had played games around the office with sexual overtones and I had fucked her at her home a few months before, but nothing had happened since them. In fact, our relationship was more professional since then that ever before. I was curious about what she was still doing at the office. I knew that Margaret was rather prudish. She seemed to have very strait-laced and religious oriented ideas. But I also knew she had a strange way of applying her morals. They hadn't kept her from spreading her legs for her prom date her senior year of high school or from jumping into bed with me. I was hoping for a repeat of the day I had gone to her house to pick up some pictures for John. If I got that far, when it came time to actually drop her panties and spread her legs she might chicken out, but I knew from our previous encounter she had strong desires and a way of justifying anything she really wanted. She might not let herself say 'Yes', but she might easily put herself into a situation where saying nothing would land her flat on her back with me between her legs shoving my hard cock into her tight pussy. It was obvious that Margaret had been and still was crying. As I moved closer to her I said, "What is it, Margaret, what's wrong?" It was obvious that my near nakedness (only a towel around my waist) did not seem to concern her. Margaret shook her head, taking a deep breath in an effort to still her beating heart. "N-No," she managed to whisper. "I... I can't tell." "You really should tell me what's bothering you. It's obvious you're very upset, and it's no good to keep it bottled up inside you." "M-Maybe not, but I can't." She swallowed thickly. I sat down next to her on the couch. Margaret felt me touching her shoulder and moved closer to me. I took her in my arms, which seemed to offer her some comfort - she took another deep breath and the musky odor of my freshly applied cologne filled her nostrils as she pressed close against my chest. I felt Margaret's soft, resilient flesh press tightly to my body, as her firm breasts pulsed against my chest. I let the soft strands of her hair brush against my nostrils as I whispered to her: "Maybe I can help, Margaret... let me help you..." "No," she moaned, "No, nothing can make it right!!!" "Shhh, you're getting too upset Margaret" "Oh, Larry, I'm miserable!" she cried involuntarily. "I'm so terribly miserable!" "Then tell me about it, it might make you feel better." Then, haltingly, she began pouring out her heart to me. Even though she knew she should be more discrete about her marital secrets, she seemed to be gripped by an overwhelming urge to tell me everything. Perhaps it was my soft, reassuring voice, but whatever was urging her on, it was uncontrollable, and she unburdened her misery to me. She told me in half-sobbing, broken words about what had happened between her and Dave in their less-than-perfect marriage. It seems that Dave, her husband, would come home drunk and threat her like a street whore, worried only about pleasing himself, and when she would try to fight him off he would insultingly reject her and leave. It all came out, and when she was finished, she pressed her tear-streaked face tight against my chest, sobbing as though her heart was broken. I stroked her hair to help comfort her, and then lightly stroked the satiny skin of her arm, as a small smile began to play across my face. So... just as I thought! A rutting boar of a husband, and a seemingly frigid wife! And yet, I knew from our previous encounter Margaret was a very passionate woman beneath her surface, only needing the proper combination to stroke her furnace to the boiling point. And I was just the man to do it. By God, I was... and I was going to do it right here in John's office tonight! In the same tone of voice as I'd been using all along, I said softly into her ear, "Don't think about it anymore, Margaret. Don't think about how Dave took you all those times so brutally and then rejected you... don't think how he hurt you." My words were soothing and hypnotic to her. She began to stroke my bare chest, seeming to find security in my nearness and the gentle stroking of my hand on her bare arm. I could feel her warm, throbbing titties harden beneath her thin sweater, and I knew my words were having the desired effect on her. She was thinking about it, seeing herself and Dave mentally, and the images were causing unmistakable arousal in her body. It's working, I thought. I'm going to fuck her again! I could feel Margaret trembling in my arms, and now with other emotions than just misery and shame. Her loneliness and her physical needs were working in harmony on her basic sensual nature, breaking down the barriers of her false prudishness and baring the hot, wild woman beneath. I couldn't control my pulsating cock from leaping into full erection at the idea of again sliding my hardness up inside the pussy which her husband had foolishly rejected. "No, Margaret," I whispered, "No, don't think about how things might have been. Think how much better it will be when I make love to you again." I pulled her on her side so that we were facing each other on the long, wide couch, and then I ground my cock tightly into her, sliding my hand up over the soft roundness of her buttocks. "Oh, Larry, no!" Margaret whimpered into my mouth as I leaned over and kissed her hard upon the lips. She half-heartedly tried to pull away from me, but she could not seem to find the energy to resist my caresses and kisses. She squirmed against the couch cushions, forcing the crotch of her panties deeper into the crevice between her legs. Its smoothness exciting the sensitive lips of her pussy. Her body stiffened as I began massaging her softly trembling ass. As I ground my cock harder against her, my mouth still locked to hers, she gasped, feeling my rising hardness pressing into her own moistened pussy. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting her passions, but as the fingers of my hand continued to caress her ass and the hardness of my cock ground into her pussy they brought further moans of helpless submission to her lips. "Oh, Larry, please don't," she whispered. "Remember how good it felt the first time? Just relax and enjoy what's happening," I said softly, as I dropped my hand down between our bodies to the flatness of her belly. "Ohhh, don't do this to me again, please!" she pleaded. Her body jerked slightly as my fingers hooked and slid the material of her skirt up the front of her naked thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away, using all her will power trying to overcome the sensations that were building up deep in the pit of her stomach. "Margaret, what you need is to be made love to properly," I whispered. "You'll never have to be unhappy with what you're getting at home again!" Margaret gasped and held her breath as the hem of her skirt reach the top of her thighs and my fingers came in contact with the softness of her naked flesh. An electrifying shock seem to dance along her inner thighs as my fingers slowly found their way under the elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed against the strength of my embrace, whimpering as the full impact of making love to me again burst upon her. She later told me - 'God, what had come over her? They were both married, and just because her husband was a cheating asshole was no excuse for her to act like some whore! She had to try and get out of this awful mess before it was too late!' "Please, Larry," she pleaded, leaning against the back of the couch. "Oh, please, let's not do this again. I feel like a fool behaving this way with you. I love Dave no matter what, and I can't do this again, I'll be sorry later. I just can't, Larry!" "And why can't you enjoy yourself a little on the side? Nobody needs know. Dave is out on the town every day, and besides, he's probably balling some pick-up he's made in a bar right now!" Margaret moaned in self-pity. The suspicions she'd been harboring about Dave being unfaithful to her pierced her heart like a dagger as she heard my words. "I-I don't care," she said miserably, knowing she did. "I would know what I had done, and that would be enough. I'd never be able to face Dave if we made love again! I've gone too far as it is!" "It might be too late," I chuckled, "I want you, and deep down inside you know you want me to make love to you again. Why have you sat here, with me almost naked, letting me hold you in my arms and caress your pussy and kiss you?" Margaret tried to speak, but she couldn't. She watched, mesmerized, as I stripped the towel from my body. I was completely naked. My thick, hard cock stood out from beneath the firm muscles of my tanned abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy, blunt spear. Margaret's gaze dropped to my hard erect cock. "Are you going to take your clothes off or shall I do it for you?" I asked. Margaret gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her skirt reach the top of her thighs and my fingers come in contact with the softness of her naked flesh. She squirmed against my embrace, whimpering as the full impact of me about to make love to her again burst through. I reached out and drew her hard against me, cupping her face in my palms. I pressed my wet lips tightly down over hers again, thrusting my tongue deep into the warm depths of her mouth. She sagged limply on the couch, feeling the hardness of my fully exposed cock digging into the softness of her stomach. "That's my lovely girl," I breathed into her mouth. "I'll be nice and easy... I'll be so gentle with you. You'll see." Margaret became aware of my hands leaving her face and snaking around her body to the hemline of her sweater. Almost as if I had hypnotized her into submission, she allowed me to draw the thin pullover up over her breasts and off her head and arms. The snaps of her brassiere came next and as I dropped it to the floor and her small breasts burst into full view. I reached behind her again to the zipper at the back of her skirt, and with one swift downward motion, I opened it away from her flaring hips. She gasped as she felt the sensual rush of air against her thighs as I pulled the skirt from her. She willingly arched her hips permitting me to pull her panties slowly down over the softness of her rounded hips and let them drop to the small skimpy pile of her other clothing on the floor. There was nothing left. I moved her feet up and now she lay stretched out completely naked on the couch. She only squirmed a little, whimpering as the tip of my finger found the narrow tender crevice of her pussy and thrust gently into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the hotly throbbing head of her tiny clitoris. She was wet and sensitive from the desire that permeated her entire being, and she sucked in her breath tightly trying to hold back the sigh of pleasure. She was reacting to my tingling caresses of her sensitive breasts and pussy. She was widening her legs and her ass was undulating in an involuntary up and down rhythm to the light teasing of my fingers sliding between her thighs. Through half-slit eyes, Margaret was watching me as I crouched between her open legs that were splayed like angel's wings on the soft, wide couch. She felt the palms of my hands pushing against the softness of her inner thighs, and she watched as my head dipped slowly down... lower... lower... and then! "Ohhhh!" she jerked, as my lips closed over the hair- fringed mound at the base of her belly. My face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece of her pubic hair as I planted wet tickling kisses on pussy, my tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering opening. "Ohhhh God, don't! Please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her naked ass back down from my hot tongue flicking mercilessly at her pussy. "Ahhhggggggg!" she moaned, her head falling back on the cushions as my tongue speared the swelling lips of her pussy. "Oh God, I can't, I can't let you do this!" she pleaded, fighting the sensations that were steadily building out of control through her naked body. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the growing flames that were threatening to burst into uncontrollable fire and devour her resistance. But it was a losing battle as I sucked and licked at her pussy. Her smooth rounded ass jerked up involuntarily toward my flicking tongue, sending more delicious spasms of sensation coursing through her. I could feel her surrender to her passions as I thrust my tongue into her quivering pussy. I worked gently, feeling the soft moist pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against my cheeks. As my lips and tongue flicked and teased her pussy, I could hear the moans from Margaret as her warm thighs were now closing spontaneously around the sides of my head. I could feel her pussy quivering as I moved my tongue around her pussy lips and her pussy walls opened and closed in a sucking motion, attempting on their own to pull me into her. I had never seen anyone so hot, I knew she was now completely at my mercy and loving every moment of it. She needed fucking bad and she was going to get it, her body lost in the heat of her arousal. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned as she reached down and tangled her fingers in my hair, guiding my face deeper to the spreading lips of her pussy, splaying her legs wider with abandonment to give me greater access. My cock was incited to a hardness I could no longer control, and I had to fuck Margaret before I exploded all over the couch. I grabbed her legs behind the knees and moved them back against her shoulders, slithering up her body at the same time. My long rigid cock brushed against her wet pubic hair, spreading her pussy. Margaret could see me hovering over her through her half closed and passion dimmed eyes. She could feel the hardness of my cock lying against her pussy. I started putting it into her slowly at a teasing rate that caused her to twist her hips up toward it, her hungry pussy searching desperately for its hard blood- filled tip. Forgotten now were her morals, her church, her marriage, her vows to Dave. Nothing mattered any longer except to have my cock far up inside her! Her belly was screaming for it! Margaret felt the lips of her pussy being forced open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment and then gave way before my pressure. I shoved again, moving forward and sinking my cock all the way to the hilt. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of my lean body as she screwed her ass down into the cushions. "Nooooooo! It too big! It's so much bigger than Dave's!" she cried out. She later told me she felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she would be ripped in half from my cock embedded so deep in her belly. Her face was contorted, her lips curled back from her teeth, and whimpers came tumbling from her lips. "God, oh God, I can't take it! I can't!" I held my cock deep in her for a moment, savoring the moment of having Margaret impaled, with my cock buried deep in her tight little pussy. It was a shame that her stupid husband couldn't see her now, spread-eagled this way with me making her scream and yell in pleasure. I felt her pussy contract involuntarily as she flexed her inner muscles to relieve the pressure. I throbbed my cock gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving my body. "Ahhhhgggg," she whimpered through bared teeth, trying to accustom herself to my cock. I waited a moment and then flexed again, watching her face. Her mouth hung limply open, her eyes clenched tightly shut. I flexed again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to my flexing. I watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat and knew that she was on that fine line between pleasure and pain. "Ohhhhh, God! God!" she mewled as my cock expanded more and stretched the narrow walls of her pussy still more. I began long smooth strokes into her wet pussy. I withdrew the shaft of my cock until just its blunt tip was left inside the hot dilated opening of her pussy, and then thrust forward hard with my hips until my balls slapped against the wide-split crevice of the cheeks of her ass. Margaret groaned as her pussy was plundered again and again. I was driving her head back against the cushions of the couch with every thrust I made; her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own up- raised legs. She gradually was becoming accustomed once again to my huge cock inside her, and a pleasure she had known only once before began to race from her totally filled pussy to the top of her head. Margaret could feel her womb flare wide and the tightly resisting lips of her hair-lined pussy flower open to receive my cock. Her naked, writhing body was coming to life now, the maddening tingles darting up from her soft white belly. Electric sensations rippled through her suddenly twitching pussy and their hair- lined lips, dancing like lightning across her trembling thighs and up through the tips of her brown, erect nipples. She was rotating her hips from side to side around my impaling cock, her pussy dilating to its rhythmic beating, her body matching my downward thrust with her own eager up-thrusts as she greedily sought more of my long hard cock. She later told me it had never felt this good when Dave had "fucked" her! She didn't know why, and she no longer cared to ask. There was nothing else in her world now; no tomorrow, no today, no Dave - nothing except her deep, wet grotto of lust and the piston like hardness of my cock filling it. "Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes, Larry, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Hard!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching an orgasm, something she had never had with Dave, and her body became more animal than human as she twisted and contorted in her frenzied quest for her release. She continued to thrust upwards with her hips, almost ready to cum and unable to stop. Her hungry pussy spiraled up the full length of my plunging cock as she strove wildly for the end. Then... "Ohhhh God! God, yes!" she screamed up at me. "This is it! I... I'm going to cum! Ohhh God, I've never cum like this before, and now I'm going to cummmmmmmmm!" Suddenly, with a deep-throated moan, her naked body began vibrating uncontrollably, and heated secretions of release flowed from her throbbing pussy, drowning my cock with a sticky warmth. She reached under her squirming buttocks with both her hands to caress my balls that were pressing into the split of her ass. She felt them spasm... "Cum! Cum with me! Ohhhhhhh, God, cummmmmmm!" She later said it felt like her insides were splitting apart as the head of my deep-sunk cock flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her belly in two. I began to spurt and she said she could feel my thick sperm shooting into her like molten lava, erupting in answer to her own hot flowing cum into the already filled cavern of her quivering pussy. "Ohhhh, fill me up! Cum in me! Fill me up!" she moaned as the flesh of her pussy clasped like a hungry glove around my spurting cock, sucking the last drops as she continued to gush her own hot streams of orgasmic fluids. She screwed her ass up tightly against my still squirting shaft in her pussy and, with another scream from between her tightly clenched teeth, felt her body exploding over and over into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed back on the cushions, feeling my once-hard cock slowly begin to deflate inside her cum- flooded pussy. "Ahhhhh..." she sighed dreamily. She'd been fucked and fucked better than she had ever been before in her life. Her pubic area throbbed with a sweet continuous ache, and her flesh trembled from the passionate sensations which had turned her into a sex-craving animal. So wonderful... and as the very shamelessness of her wanton surrender flickered through her mind, the mental image of her naked body being fucked to orgasm by me lying above her incited her mind once more to arousal. The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again almost instantly. Unconsciously she began to undulate her ass in tiny circles, squeezing with her pussy muscles at my fleshy, flaccid cock still pulsing inside her pussy. She had milked it dry once, but spurred on by her newly discovered sexuality, Margaret was gripped by the desire to have my long thick cock harden in her again. She wanted more of my hot thick sperm to fill her thirsty pussy until it overflowed and ran down her already wetly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again, wallow in her new-found depravity. "Again... Oh, God, again!" she begged out with frustration into my mouth. But it was useless right then. As much as she squeezed her buttocks up against my softened cock, it would not come alive again until a short rest. With a sigh of contentment, I rolled from between her still gyrating thighs and onto the floor beside the couch. "Noooooo! Nooooo, I want more! Fuck me! Fuck me again!" Margaret was beside herself now with her lust. Margaret felt the cushions of the couch depress as I sat down beside her head. "Shhhh," I whispered. "You just relax." My eyes trailed along the length of the Margaret's body. Margaret lay as if frozen with her small, soft, warm breasts pressing into my cheek. Then one of my hands reached down to touch and caress her breasts, and Margaret experienced another new sensation she had never known before. My long, slim fingers caught her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender, understanding way and Margaret began to tremble all over. "I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before," I whispered, tilting my head down so that I breathed on Margaret's face. "Kiss me... Kiss me..." she said. Margaret stiffened as my warm moist lips closed over hers, and my darting tongue probed along her tightly closed lips. There was a feeling that to kiss me would make what was happening all that more obscene, as if there was actual love and affection between us rather than just a basic urge to relieve the tensions unbearable in both our loins. But I had my hand cradling her head now, and after a moment of hesitation she surrendered to my insistent tongue, opening her lips to let it slide into her mouth. Our mouths fused hotly, and Margaret found herself responding with all the passion she would have saved for her husband, sucking and savoring the saliva from my mouth, and only conscious of the delicious sensations the French kisses were causing in her already excited flesh. "Ohhhhh god," she murmured as we broke apart. "God, I can't seem to help myself..." "Isn't that wonderful? But tell me... Tell me what you want!" "M-Make me cum, Larry... Ohhhh make me cum...! Make me come over and over again!!" It seemed her own demands made her reel with excitement, and her pulsing blood raced faster through her fevered flesh. My hand continued to massage her small titties with their hard erect nipples, while Margaret, her body still smoldering with the lust-inspired fires I had kindled in her loins, seemed to find something fascinating with my attention to her titties. She closed her eyes again and began to tremble all over from the sensations she was feeling as I held her tight, rubbing her naked body against my own. "Ohh!" she moaned as I took the nipple into my mouth. I sucked on her breast. . . tasting her body... tasting Dave's wife's breast... I sucked hard on the nipple, pulling it into my mouth like a suckling baby. "Oh, God..." Margaret cried. My eyes looked down her body; her legs were open, but not all the way. I slid my hand down to her pussy. "Oh yes... touch me..." Margaret arched slightly as I brought my fingertips against her soaked pussy. My fingers pushed against her sweet pussy. "Uhhh, ooh yess!" Margaret's body flinched, as though she had anticipated the touch for years. I rubbed her slit, feeling the soft ridges of her pussy. I bit her nipple. "Ahh, uhhhh!" She thrashed slightly. And then I moved down her body, and Margaret groaned as I kissed her breasts with soft, wet, feather-light kisses and then sucked the hard erect nipples into my mouth. The couch sagged again and Margaret caught her breath as I started to shower kisses on her quivering white thighs and tautly rippling belly. And then I forced her legs wider apart, rolling her gently over on her knees. Margaret now straddled me as I was lying face up beneath her and between her widespread thighs. The full expanse of her moist pink pussy - from her tiny quivering clitoris, down past the wetly sensitive pussy opening which had just been fucked, to the puckered rosebud of her anus - was entirely open to my eyes. And in turn, I was lying in such a position as to present my own hard erect cock only inches beneath Margaret's face. A shudder coursed down Margaret's spine as my quivering tongue licked across the soft pubic fleece just around her wetly throbbing pussy slit. When my tongue licked again, Margaret cried out deliriously as I nipped her budding clitoris with my teeth. With that she let all remaining thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion, pass in one sudden surge of rising ecstasy, and she lowered her firm thighs downwards upon my kissing mouth as her sensitive pink pussy was licked and kissed with frenzied delight. She moved forward shoving her dark pussy into my face. Her heavy breathing told me what she wanted. I grinned and cupped her ass, drawing her even closer. As she ground her hips into my face, she felt exquisite pleasure radiating from her pussy as I raked my tongue up and down over the puffed and creamy flesh. "Oooooh, Yes, Larry, lick meeeee!" she wailed. How long had it been since her own husband had gone down on her? Had he ever? She was starved for a hot knowing tongue on her pussy, and now she was getting it. "Ohhhhh, Larry, I love that!" she moaned. "It feels so fuckin' good!" Then I zeroed in on the most sensitive place of all, the engorged and throbbing button of her clit. I caressed it with the tip of my tongue, giving her jolt after jolt of pleasure. Margaret cried out in ecstasy. "Ohhhhh, God, I love it!" she wept. "Don't stop!" I caught her pulsating clit between my lips and started sucking it. Margaret almost flew through the roof. Pussy-cream gushed down her legs, and her pretty face twisted with ecstasy. "Yes, yesss, suck meeee!" she wailed. "Keep doing it, I'm almost coming!" The gigantic climax burst from the base of her clit and thundered through her whole body. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy. I sucked hard and fast on her squirming clit, making her orgasm long and intense. "Unnnhhhhh, God, I'm comingggggg!" Margaret moaned. "Unnnhhhhh, yessssss--whaahhhhhh!" She later said she almost fainted from the pleasure; that she had never realized the intense pleasure of having her pussy eaten and being sucked off. It was almost a full minute before she stopped coming. In turn, Margaret found that she could not resist brushing her own fingers lightly over my tanned belly. Her skin felt so good to touch, and as I continued to plant long slaving kisses on her burning pussy, Margaret was filled with a mounting desire to return the caresses. She reached down around my ass and lowered her mouth to brush lovingly through the curls of my dark pubic hair. And then, suddenly, in a burst of passion her lips and tongue were burrowing down on my cock. It was this movement that caused me to say in a gasping muffled voice: "Ohhhh! That's it! Lick me! Suck me!" My cock, which had been soft and drained a few minutes before, was once more stone hard and throbbing with lust. When she felt my hardness pressing against her mouth, she opened her eyes to stare at my long thick cock lewdly pulsing against her mouth. Then she took my throbbing cock through her softly parted lips and into the warm cavern of her wet mouth. I began to screw my throbbing cock back and forth between her lips as my balls bounced against her chin. "Suck harder," I instructed from above. "Suck my cock harder..." And she did! Her parted lips slowly began to nibble at my thrusting cock. The sensual desires deep inside her belly which had been released by her first orgasm and triggered anew by my licking tongue began to flicker hotly through her pussy. My cock expanded between her tightly ovalled lips as it had inside her pussy, and she moaned around it as I thrust my hips forward and drove my hard cock down her throat as though I were trying to meet my own lashing tongue that was skewering deep into her pussy from below. I began to lick and suck her pussy again, spurred on by the excitement of pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. I lashed mercilessly at her quivering bud-like clitoris, using my teeth to tease and delight while Margaret writhed and churned uncontrollably in rising desire. With satisfaction I could feel the muscles of her inner thighs flexing and un-flexing with their own implacable lust. Margaret Hamblin had never felt so utterly on fire and sexual before in her life. And a fire was burning in her belly. A joy once again began to rage through her tingling nerves with the ever increasing sensations of my long hard cock ramming wetly between her lips and my mouth raping her hotly throbbing pussy. Her desire for release was growing as was her wish for more of the delicious sensations which were saturating every inch of her naked flesh. She rolled her clenched ass cheeks down in tiny lewd circles and constricted the muscles of her pussy walls to squeeze the wet, flashing probe of my tongue. At the same time, she sucked at my thick, swollen cock in her mouth, her cheeks bloating with every thrust. It was only the second time in her life she had ever tasted a man's cock and she hungrily explored it with her tongue, an excited moan escaping from her throat as she surrendered to her passion. Margaret cupped my balls gingerly with her fingers. She sucked in a haze of passion, swishing her tongue around and around the throbbing hardness sliding in and out between her tightly puckered lips and taunting the thin little hole in the blunt head of my cock with increasing delight as moaning sounds escaped from between her lips locked wetly around my hard thrusting cock. She groaned with the forbidden excitement of knowing that at any moment I was going to spew my sperm into her mouth and she wanted to experience the taste. She wanted me shoot my cum into her so she could swallow the creamy semen down her throat. She could never face Dave again with the same innocence, for somehow she had turned into the person she had previously deplored. Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of my cock, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the milky white cum from it as she thrust her pussy down harder against my face, opening her pussy muscles wide so she could receive every fractional inch of that wonderfully working tongue deep up inside her. Then suddenly there was a jerking spasm in my balls, and I knew my end had come. Nothing in the world could have stopped the flow of thick white liquid that rushed up from my balls and out the tip of my jerking cock. I could feel her wildly sucking lips draw my sperm out into the warmth of her salivating mouth. I could feel her throat tighten and untighten as she swallowed in great hungry gulps the hot, boiling cream I was spurting into her. Even when my climax had ended, Margaret would not let go of my softening cock. Her lips continued to nibble, her throat and cheeks constricting as if to draw all of my fleshy manhood inside her. Margaret later said she felt as though she were losing her mind as she spasmed in the convulsive waves of her second orgasm, her mind whirling in depraved sensuality as the fluid of her cumming flowed out around my deeply flicking tongue. Her face contorted and low guttural moans erupted as she began thrashing in her own throes of multiple orgasms over the next few minutes as my tongue gave her pussy no rest. And then, at last, it was over... Margaret's legs bent obscenely as she rolled over and let my now limp cock slip from her mouth with a wet, sucking sound. A long sigh of satiation rasped from her heaving chest, and she relaxed her legs in relief from the painfully stretched muscles of her previously kneeling position. Her body was sated and filled as it had never been before, and her heart pounded in her chest. She said, "I think I'll be OK now for a while. At least I hope so." "Well if you get to feeling that you need to talk or anything else let me know." Margaret then got dressed to leave and I put my clothes on so I could finish my days work. Margaret's final words that day were, "It's Wednesday, if I hurry I think I can make bible study at the church." We fucked one more time after that. When time allows I'll try to put that experience down on paper. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 74