Chapter 1
Maggie Hart pushed aside the bowl of lilies on the low window seat, let the velvet drapes fall behind her, and seated herself in her own little world. Shutting herself away from the house, with its not-so-subtle discord, gave her at least a few moments of peacefulness. Through the open window, she heard the croak of a bullfrog, the chirping of crickets, and the voices of two people only a few feet away in the dark garden.
She made her living writing fiction, so naturally the incident in the garden fascinated her. And made her itch between the legs. The scene also saddened her. Here were two people she knew, becoming involved in an illicit relationship that certainly would only result in trouble for everyone. She couldn't stop them without creating a scene of her own. As a guest, she probably would end up the scapegoat. Nothing to do but watch and listen.
She wrote murder mysteries, but she harbored a secret desire to write a mad love scene now and then. As a matter-of-fact, she did, but these little sexy tidbits never reached her publisher's desk. She kept them in a portfolio in the hope that she might one day find a private collector who might pay her for them.
She watched a thin stream of blue smoke curl up from the long throat of a tiger lily where Emma dumped her cigarette before going into Bradford's arms for their little moonlight tryst.
"Bradford," Emma mumbled. "Maybe we.. . . "
"Relax, honey," he whispered.
His hand came to rest on her thigh. He felt her quiver and suck in her breath. He edged his hand lower, to the hem of her dress. He lifted the short skirt and touched the bare expanse of her warm flesh. His fingers crawled along the sleek surface.
"Bradford," she whispered, a little more urgently.
Her mind reeled. She loved his touch, wanted him to continue, and wanted him to stop. She knew she had lost control of herself, that he could do whatever he wanted and she would cooperate willingly, fully. She thought of how his cock and tongue would make her feel and gave up the battle.
He slid his hand between her legs. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, sighed, and opened her legs the tiniest little bit. Her pussy instantly heated up and began to seep.
The tips of his fingers came into tantalizing contact with the straying wisps of curling hair covering her plump pussy mound. She quivered harder and her legs opened a little further.
His arm tightened around her shoulders and his fingers began to explore the moist, secret flesh between her thighs.
"You like my fingers stroking your cunt, don't you?" he said, his voice low and husky. "I know you do.. .or you would have stopped me when I put my hand between your legs."
"I.. . " Words failed her. The thought of what he could do for her entranced her, destroyed her ability and desire to object.
"If you didn't like it, your pussy wouldn't be all wet and hot, would it?"
A crimson blush spread over her entire body. She did like it! She couldn't deny it. She wanted him to lick her pussy and fuck her into oblivion!
"It's only natural, honey," he whispered. "You're starved for love. Your husband doesn't take care of you. You're so beautiful, so deprived. You need someone to take care of your needs."
Oh, God, he was so right! Duncan's jack-rabbit fucks had her ready to climb the walls! Fucking other men back home helped, but they weren't the answer to her problem. Bradford, on the other hand, with his knowledge and desire to please her, could be. Not to mention that he would soon inherit a considerable fortune.
She kissed his neck in an intimate gesture of total surrender. He pulled her to the ground and stretched out beside her. His searching fingers inched across her mound and came into electrifying contact with the folds of her trigger-happy pussy. He eased his middle finger gently into the moistness between the thick lips guarding her most private sanctuary, her cathedral of pleasure.
Her legs popped wide open. Her arms tightened around his neck. Her ass squirmed anxiously. She lifted her head and kissed him on the mouth. Her tongue darted between his lips and down his throat. A daze of carnal excitement clouded her mind. The comforting sensations emanating from her torrid twat intoxicated her.
His fingers tenderly probed the quivering, wet folds of her palpitating pussy. Her tongue wiggled in his mouth. He pushed her dress up around her waist, exposing her lower body. Not only to his eyes, but also to their secret observer. She spread her thighs open and his fingers began to play in the velvety softness of her wet cunt. Her tongue plunged down his throat and impulsively imitated a cock fucking a hot pussy. Her ass began to gyrate and hump.
He touched her erect clit lightly. She moaned into his mouth and her ass squirmed and hunched harder. He began to stimulate the erogenous stud and she sighed excitedly.
She closed her eyes and cooed, "Oooooo!" Powerful pangs of pleasure spread rapidly from her cunt. His lewd fingering captivated her, made her writhe and moan with brazen ecstasy.
"Mmmmmm," she muttered joyfully.
She gave herself over completely to her carnal hunger. She began to grind her mound against his hand. His finger flicked expertly, gently tickled the fluted inner lips surrounding the pulsing mouth of her aroused cunt. She mewled with breathless agitation. He suddenly thrust two fingers into her hot, wet love canal.
She gasped as pleasure seared her mind. The soft inner walls of her cunt began to suck voraciously on his fingers. He slid his fingers smoothly in and out of the craving channel. The lewd, slushy sounds assailed her ears.
He reached inside her dress and cupped first one tit, and then the other, provoking more sighs and gasps from her. He pushed the dress open and liberated both bare mounds. Without opening her eyes, she pushed the offending garment off her shoulders.
His warm mouth enclosed one quivering tit. He drew the entire areola into his mouth and sucked slowly. He captured the turgid nipple gently between his teeth and bit it erotically, sending more spasms of pleasure through her aroused body.
He could have done anything to her at that moment, even fucked her up the ass, and she would have cooperated without reservation. But that would have to wait for another time and another place.
"You like what I'm doing to your pussy, don't you?" he whispered softly.
"Yesss!" she hissed passionately.
"Tell me what I'm doing and how much you like it."
"You're finger-fucking me and I love it!" she whimpered softly. "I love to have my pussy played with!"
"It's all for you, darling. You deserve it."
He continued to finger-fuck her and began to suck on her other tit. She was like a madwoman, twisting and bucking wantonly, her thighs lasciviously splayed, her ass thumping on the ground. Quiet, hoarse cries of lust bubbled from her mouth.
She cared only about the glorious spasms of pleasure radiating from her boiling pussy and stimulated tits and shooting through her with lightning speed. His mouth and fingers felt so fucking good. She couldn't remember when she had felt so aroused.
Urged on by the rising tide of passion, she pounded her turgid clit against his hand and tried to coax his driving fingers deeper into her greedily clasping cuntal sheath.
He got on his knees between her splayed legs. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and, before she could wail in protest, powered his prick into her and shot her snatch full of cum.
She wailed, but in delight, not protest. Her climax had been building steadily. His thoroughly maddening rod hammering into her pushed her over the edge.
"Ooohhh, fuck! I'm cumming!" she gasped.
Her arms began to flail. Her legs began to jerk. Her body began to thrash wildly as wave after wave of scrumptious pleasure washed over her, like breakers on a beach, tossing and tumbling her in their foaming wake. She felt like a piece of driftwood being thrown about capriciously by a force she couldn't comprehend, much less control.
The tremors subsided slowly, leaving her quivering and trembling like an aspen leaf in a strong gale. The world stopped spinning around her head and she slumped gratefully on the ground, totally unconcerned that her tits and pussy were on full, bawdy display.
She wasn't aware that Bradford had left until she came out of the beguiling cloud of orgasmic pleasure. She got up, brushed herself off, and wandered off down the veranda.