Chapter 12
"That's good coffee, Maggie."
"Do you like it, Tom? Some folks think the Southern Comfort takes away from the taste."
"The taste of the coffee, or of the whiskey?" Tom asked with a chuckle.
"Well, you know how some folks can be."
"Only a tea drinker would find fault with your coffee, Maggie." Tom took the last sip from his cup, then set it aside.
"I suppose you're wonderin' why I invited you over today, Tom."
The newspaper editor eyed his neighbor. She was built just the way he liked a woman: slim, busty, and with the kind of sexy smile that kept a man's cock twitching. And her voice had a good, Southern lilt. She had dressed simply for his visit-just a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts-but she looked as good to him as any high-class fashion model. Her cotton top was unbuttoned just enough to give a hint at the treasures inside. Probably no bra. Yeah, he liked that. Her print skirt reached only halfway to her knees, revealing enough bare leg that he could tell they were as trim and finely muscled as those of a woman half her age. Tom found himself trying to imagine the tight grip they could get on a man in the heat of passion.
"I'm concerned about our children."
"Our children?"
"Well, your daughter, mainly. I figure Randy can take care of himself. But if'n I'm not mistaking, your daughter is headin' for a broken heart."
Tom let out a big sigh. "Yes, Maggie, I've been a little concerned about that, too. They've been seeing a lot of each other."
"Every night, now, for nigh onto two weeks."
Tom looked around the room, noting all the homey touches that were absent from his bachelor place. "I think she'll be all right. She's more or less taking a summer off from her life and sowing some wild oats down here. No one knows her here, or is connected with her real life up there in Rhode Island."
"Haven't you talked with her about this?"
"Maggie, I advised her to go ahead and do it."
"Land sakes, Tom Eastwood! You're her father-you shouldn't be tellin' a girl to do things like that."
"Oh, Maggie, men do it all the time. Look at my secretary's husband. He's in the Navy over in the Mediterranean, probably living it up right now."
"A woman's not like a man. A woman can't just play around without it affecting her heart and her head. A woman needs one man-one good man-not a man like most of the ass-holes around here. Now, don't look at me like that-I know what you're thinking-that I'm a fine one to be saying such things."
"I'm not being judgmental, Maggie."
"I ain't particularly proud of who I am," she said, her chin set defiantly. "But a woman has her needs-and there ain't no one around here to satisfy them with for a woman my age 'cepting' men who are already married."
"I'm not married, Maggie."
"Yeah, but-"
"And, judging by our offspring, you and I are pretty much the same age."
"You and me?" She rolled her eyes skyward. "Dear God in heaven, listen to the silly man talk! Tom, you and I ain't exactly in the same class."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're an educated man-a real gentleman, most folks say. And I'm just a plain old farm woman."
Tom stared at Maggie Hanks as if her words had been an inspiration. "At this stage in my life, that's exactly what I need."
Maggie laughed. "What? A woman who can grow tomatoes?"
"And com, and beans, and collard greens. A woman who can cook a chicken on Sundays and a turkey on Thanksgiving. A woman who can put up curtains and drapes and all those doodads like you have decorating the shelf over there."
He rose from his chair and moved toward where she was standing. "And, especially, a woman who would be warm and cozy in bed at night," he said, taking her in his arms.
"Well," she said sobering, "ask around town. Almost anyone can tell you I'm fine in that respect."
"Maggie, I'm not interested in what anyone else has to say about you."
"Tom, have you gone half-crazy?" she asked, settling in his embrace.
"Half-crazy? No, Maggie, maybe I'm just seeing things right for a change."
Looking up into his eyes, she moved one hand to his neck and combed her fingers through his short hair. "Hon, I do like the way you talk. But if you're just trying to get into my panties, you've done sweet-talked me enough." She wiggled her belly against the erection that had been growing since he first set foot in her house, letting him know that she knew the condition he was in. "But don't fuck with my heart just for the fun of it."
"Fair enough," he breathed as he lowered his head to kiss her.
She sucked in her breath and stretched up on the tips of her toes to kiss him back hungrily. He pulled her even more tightly against him, running his fingers through the silken softness of her hair. All of his senses seemed to explode as the kiss deepened.
Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped his hand inside to fondle her breasts. As he had suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. He cupped one full, quivering mound in his warm palm. Maggie's entire body quivered as his strong fingers gently massaged her tits. He found her hard nipples and pinched them between his fingers.
Closing her eyes, she shuddered with pleasure when he pushed her top fully open to expose both tits. She couldn't stop shaking. His hands were skillful and gentle...as gentle as any she had ever experienced. And he didn't seem to be in any hurry. He was content just to continue the slow caresses that made her tremble so.
"Oh, Gawd!" she mumbled. "You really do like my tits, don't you?"
"Not just your tits, Maggie," he replied softly as his fingers stroked her nipples. "I have a feeling I'm going to like every part of you."
Then he bent his head to put his mouth on her breasts, and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep herself from falling. She groaned and closed her eyes, so that she could focus all her attention on the thrilling sensations that had begun flowing from her nipples.
He sucked each stiff bud in turn and squeezed them between his lips, his tongue fluttering between them, making both tits shiny wet with his saliva.
She slipped a hand between their bodies to feel the strength of the prick that strained against the front of his trousers. The feel of his hard masculinity under the cloth fired her passions. Her fingers started fumbling with the front of his trousers as his tongue darted from one sensitive nipple to the other, sucking and tonguing them to bursting hardness.
"God, I can't wait to see how well you're hung," she said, as she reached into his trousers and brought his penis out. His prick was charged and ready. Fully erect, it angled upward between them like an arrow, swollen and wonderfully thick. The head was a dark, reddish purple, finely sculpted, with a deep groove that set it off from the steel-hard shaft. "Oh, yes," she murmured, as her fingertips fluttered over it, grazing the underside then moving up to rub over the tip. "That's a fine one."
"I hope you're not disappointed."
"Disappointed?" She chuckled. "Hon, you've just won yourself a free trip to my bedroom!"
Tom took a moment to look around Maggie's bedroom, noting how cozy and feminine it looked, before be pulled her back into his arms to kiss her again. Her top was gone, and his hands glided across the bare skin of her back while her breasts pressed against his chest. Then he pulled his mouth away from hers and his lips began a slow, downward journey, kissing her neck.
Maggie moaned with her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
His hands moved down behind her to lift her skirt, and they spread to cover the rounds of her lace-covered buttocks as he pulled her even more tightly against him.
The feel of his strong hands possessing her body made her tremble with excitement. Her fingers again found the stiff rod of flesh that extended from the opening in his trousers and stroked it.
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" he said.
"It's both of us," she replied in a throaty voice.
"We're wearing too many clothes."
"Then what are we waiting for, hon? Let's get naked!
She stepped away from him and watched as he undressed. Her gaze marveled at the sight as his lean body was exposed. The muscles of his arms and thighs flexed when he moved, and the heavy shaft of flesh that angled upward from between his legs jerked and swayed. A lovely pair of bloated testicles swung lazily beneath it. God! What a trophy!
She hurriedly removed the last of her clothing. When they were both naked, she turned toward him and reached out her hand to touch his cock. She lightly stroked the underside of the erect shaft with her fingers. Then her hand dropped down to cup and weigh his balls in their wrinkled pouch. "Hon, I want this," she told him.
"Baby, it's yours," he assured her.
When they climbed onto the bed, he crawled between her legs and leaned down to kiss her thighs. The intimate caress brought a moan from her throat. "Oh, yes, hon," she said, raising her knees and swinging her legs wide apart for him.
He hunkered down and rubbed his face into her pussy mound. His nose wiggled right into the straggly blonde curls that shielded her cunt, and he drew in a deep, intoxicating breath of her personal scent.
"Oh, yes, hon!" she hissed. "Yes, yes!"
Pausing for a moment, he lifted her legs over his shoulders, then he leaned back down and pressed his mouth to her pussy. His tongue split her cunt lips and stabbed into her cunthole.
She cried out, and her hips arched upward, pushing her cunt into his face.
Tom felt the curly hair around the woman's snatch surround his mouth. It tickled his cheeks and his nostrils as he pushed his face into the gaping sex hole. He opened his mouth wide to cover her arousal-scented folds of cunt flesh. Then, his tongue flicked out and ran up and down the open slit. He licked deep, and the taste of her hot fluids nearly blew his mind.
"Y-y-yes, Tom! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
His tongue found her rigid, well-developed clitoris. The fleshy nubbin felt plump and rubbery between his lips. His tongue strokes on her clit sent Maggie into a frenzy of passion. She arched upward and squeezed her thighs against his ears. A low moan gurgled from her throat. As he licked the sensitive spike, her cunt released a heavy flow of juices that streamed down between her thighs and soaked the sheets beneath her. His hands slid up her body, and he took a tit in each hand.
Caught up in the flood of sensation, Maggie's hips writhed and twisted. She was hotter than a bitch in heat. Her body begged for more of the lurid excitement. She was completely lost in the ecstasy that rose every time her neighbor's tongue flicked across her clit. Her breath shortened, and her muscles began to tighten as her climax rapidly approached. Her eyes rolled shut, her head whipped back, and her fingers tangled in his hair to pull his mouth more tightly to her quivering cunt.
She cried out loudly and started cumming with a violent contraction that caused her body to shake. Tom's tongue continued, driving her on and on. Her heart pounded furiously. One series of contractions followed another as he pushed her through several climaxes in a row. Oh, God! She was going to explode!
Finally, he allowed her emotions to ebb. He gave her pussy several long, sweeping strokes, then pulled away and stretched out atop her. He kissed her, and she tasted the flavor of her own passion on his lips.
Now, she wanted him inside her. She wanted whatever Tom Eastwood could give her. She wanted to feel his long, stiff prick pushing deep into her pussy. She wanted it so badly now that she could almost taste it!
But then he moved away from her.
"Wha--? "
"Just a short intermission," he said, his voice croaking.
Then she saw that he had a condom in his hand.
"Here...let me." Her fingers trembling, she took the condom, placed it on the tip of his penis and rolled it down to cover him.
"You're good at that," he murmured.
"I ain't denyin' that I've had a good deal of experience," she said, looking him directly in the eyes. "I am what I am."
He grinned at her. "And I like what you am."
"Would you admit to that in public?"
"I'd proclaim it from the town square.
She laughed softly. "There's not another man in town that would do that. You're something else!" She tickled the underside of his sheathed prick with her fingertips, causing it to jerk upward in response. "Oh, Tom Eastwood, I like you. I really do. I like you a lot."
"And I like you, Maggie Hanks."
He stretched over her and kissed her. And as he kissed her, he slipped two fingers inside her. His thick fingers gently probed and stretched her opening, preparing it for the entry of his big prick.
She caught her breath as he moved to mount her. She grabbed her knees and pulled them way back. And then she felt the knob of his organ push between the tingling lips of her sex. They both groaned as the thick slab of flesh slid into her wet confines.
"Oh, God!" she cried out, tightening her arms and legs around him.
Tom sucked in a deep breath and began driving into her loins. The line between male and female faded as they became one. The wet heat of her vagina clasping his penis sent his senses reeling. This woman was tight, wonderful, a separate being that seemed somehow akin to him...somehow part of him. This was as good as fucking his daughter. And better. This was a woman who was full of lust, and love. Lust and love that was waiting to be shared.
Maggie was in ecstasy. Sensation after sensation overwhelmed her mind as his hard penis thrust into her tight passage. The force of his muscled body that was fueled by his hunger for her was almost brutal as he plunged into her time after time, his heavy balls slapping against her butt each time he lunged forward. This was the way fuckin' was supposed to be-all-out belly-smackin', gut-shakin', bed-creakin'-yee-haw!
Gurgling sounds came from her throat as the pleasure rose inside her, rising with his, the heat in her belly reaching an explosive force as she felt the first gush of liquid warmth surge into her depths. She let out a screech and went over the top with him.
There was nothing pretty about their mutual climax. It was pure, animal passion. They fought and clawed each other as their bodies twisted and rolled together in the most primitive sex dance imaginable. Their sweaty flesh slapped together, filling the room with lurid noises, while he huffed and puffed and she groaned. The ecstasy was hot, bone-jarring, and complete.
Later, as they lay quietly in each other's arms, Maggie said, "Mr. Eastwood I owe you an apology. I always thought you were just a stuffed-shirt, Yankee intellectual."
"But I am that."
"Maybe so, but now I know you can swing a dick just as well as any good ol' Southern man I've ever met." He laughed. "Was it that good."
"Hon, it was perfect," she purred. "I'm flattered."
She slid a hand down over his chest and belly. The condom was gone, and his sleeping prick was soft and wet. But it felt warm, and she could feel the blood pulsing through it. It wouldn't take much to get it ready to go again.
"Pardon me if I get personal," she said, her fingers curling around his shaft, "but how come some connivin' li'l bitch hasn't already gotten her claws into you?"
"Why am I not married? I suppose I've never really given any woman a chance. I was too busy getting the newspaper started when I came down here."
"And now?"
"It's too late."
"Too late?"
"All the good women are gone."
"Oh."
He caught the sound of her disappointment and turned to look at her. "Funny," he said slowly. "I never thought to look right next door."
"I suppose you're lookin' for a really beautiful woman."
"Exactly."
She blushed, sensing the direction of his thoughts. "Would you like me to pose for you in a bikini."
"I like you better naked."
"You're handsome, too-clothes on or off." She tittered, her flush deepening. "But 'specially with them off...."
While he kissed her, she stroked his prick. The blood filled it again. Her grip tightened and the soft skin rode back and forth over the hard ridges that circled the shaft.
"Now look what I've gone and done," she murmured when his penis was fully erect.
"Hmm," he muttered. "We'll just have to fix it."
He pushed her gently down on the bed and moved over her. His entrance was smooth, his prick sliding all the way into her well-lubricated vagina on the first stroke.
She purred happily and wrapped her legs around his body.
"Ride me, tiger," she murmured. "Ride me."