Chapter 2
Jake opened the door immediately, and stepped aside for Maggie to enter.
"Hello, again," she said, slightly breathless.
He smiled and said, "Hello, beautiful lady." He gestured for her to enter, turned to face her, and eyed her voluptuous body from head to foot.
"You aren't dressed like a successful lawyer, you know." She blurted out the first thing that came to mind, speaking more to hide her nervousness than make casual conversation. "I expected to see you in a suit and tie, not jeans, western shirt and boots."
"Folks around here don't like a suit and tie," he replied with a wry smile. He understood what she was doing. "Reminds them of city slickers out to skin them. Would you like a drink? I keep a well-stocked bar here. Some of my clients are pretty hard drinkers. You know how grizzled ranchers like their liquor."
She caught the reference to his father. "I've already had too much to drink or I wouldn't be here."
"Rationalize it however you wish," he said quietly. His eyes twinkled with amusement and wisdom as he put his arms around her trim waist, and began to fondle the cheeks of her stately ass as he put his lips on hers.
Her generous lips instantly softened and she gave in to the kiss without hesitation. His tongue felt like a spike of liquid fire as it probed deeply into her mouth. Her tongue began to fence with his, driving him back with quick darts and lunges, then allowing him to advance again.
He took a step back and ran his hands over her curvy hips. "Such a glorious, sensational woman," he murmured. "I'm glad you're here." He took another step back. In a studied, almost spellbinding tantalizing manner, he held her gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
Sparse dark brown hair straggled from his chest into his pants. Silently, she approved. Hairy men turned her off. She thought he must spend a lot of time in the sun without a shirt to keep such a deep, even tan. His cock and balls made a conspicuous bulge in his tight-fitting jeans.
The moment of truth had arrived. She could still leave, but only if she made her move immediately. One passionate kiss didn't obligate her. A shiver of fear and anticipation, and powerful longing, ran up her spine.
"You're pretty damned sure of yourself, aren't you?" she muttered, her voice quivering with excitement she couldn't conceal.
"Sure enough," he replied. "You're here, aren't you?"
"Maybe I shouldn't be. Maybe I should just get up and leave right now, before this goes too far."
He looked at her tits, at her stiff nipples trying to poke holes her shirt, and knew she wasn't wearing a bra. "Maybe you should cut out the innocent little girl crap. If you didn't want what I offered, you wouldn't be here. Take off your shirt. Show me your tits."
He was no longer the gentle man she had known most of her life. And she was glad he wasn't. At the moment, she needed his authoritarian self-assurance to overcome her indecisiveness, felt an overwhelming urge to obey his commanding manner. Her pussy insisted she couldn't leave until she found out how well he licked clit. His intense presence made her mind agree. Docilely, she unbuttoned her shirt and slid if off her shoulders.
Her large, luscious tits stood out from her chest, solid, haughty. The tangerine-colored buds of her long, thick nipples stood hard and erect. She put her hands under the heavy mounds and caressed the underside of the firm globes as her thumbs danced over her tumid nipples. She couldn't help herself. She had to display her tits for him, let him see how much his admiring gaze pleased her.
"Magnificent," he said softly, referring to her tits.
His measuring eyes sparkled with fervor as he ogled her sumptuous tits. His scrutiny was cool, calculated, intriguing her that he could remain so calm while looking at such first-rate examples of mammary flesh. She tried to remember, and couldn't, how Karen's tits compared to hers. The thought of how his tongue would feel when it touched her clit consumed her mind.
Jake opened her jeans, yanked them and her panties down to her knees. He pushed her back, seated her on the edge of the bed, and removed her boots and thick socks. He pulled her panties and jeans over her feet and tossed them aside.
"Gorgeous," he said. "You don't know how often I fantasized about seeing you naked."
His eyes roamed freely over her stately body before his glance drifted down to the abundant mossy triangle of auburn hair covering the protuberant mound at the base of her belly.
She wondered if he told his wife the same thing about her body, if he had his line down pat and used it with every woman he fucked. Involuntarily, her legs opened wide under his serene, cool gaze. Sparkling moisture glistened brightly in the silky curls of the enchanting forest of red pussy fur. She put her hand in her crotch, tentatively touched her pussy. She snatched her hand away when she felt her wetness, embarrassed that he could see the evidence of her excitement.
He smiled, allowed his eyes to rove over the length of her satin-smooth body as he removed his pants. His cock sprang up, jutted from his loins like a mighty wand, ready to work its magic between her thighs.
The sight of his compelling prick transformed her. Ardor surged through her, bolstering her courage. Until that moment, she hadn't been sure she could even let him eat her pussy, let alone fuck her. Now, she knew it would be hours before she left the room. And when she did, she would be one happy camper! More juice poured down her channel to collect between the lips of her cunt.
"Gorgeous cock," she said softly. She reached out, wrapped one hand around his thick shaft and cupped his balls in her other hands. "Balls like a prize bull." She hefted his heavy nuts. "Full of cum. And it's all mine."
He went to his knees, gently caressed the softness of her creamy thighs. She sucked in her breath and shivered with pleasure, with stimulation she hadn't felt in months.
His eyes feasted on the charming, hair covered knoll between her legs, at the exciting pink slit peeking through the thick thatch of auburn hair as his hands glided tenderly over the silky flesh on the inside of her thighs.
"The softest, smoothest place on a woman's body," he whispered. "Like the most luxurious velvet." He kissed her tender cleft. "Exquisite pussy. Just as I knew it would be. And I know it's going to taste even better than it looks."
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and pressed his lips to her sweltering nether mouth. She moaned, looked down at him and caressed the top of his head amorously. Her pelvis lurched upward, framing his face in the sexy swirls of auburn pubic hair.
"Oh, Jake, baby, eat my pussy. Eat it good, baby. No one has gone down on me in such a long time."
He extended his tongue, began to wash her crotch and the gash between the meaty lips of her cunt. He scrubbed her twat methodically, igniting additional blazes of lust in her belly. Taunting her, he ran the tip of his tongue around the thick stud of her clitoris, working the sensitive pleasure button into a center of throbbing lust. Then his tongue once again slid down her watery crack and speared aggressively into the nectar-laden channel of her cunt.
"Oh, Jake!" she whimpered breathlessly. "Your tongue feels so good! Fuck me with your tongue, baby!"
Maggie found his tongue as skillful as he promised. Whimpering from the extreme passion he generated in her cunt, her hips bucking with each tenacious stab of his tongue, she grabbed his head and buried his face in her boiling twat. The fleshy lips of her steamy snatch sandwiched his meaty tongue like a hot bun enclosing a thick sausage.
"Oh, Jake, baby, your tongue is as good as you said. You can really eat pussy! Get it, baby! Get it good! Make me cum, baby! Oh, baby, it's been so damn long and I want to cum so badly!"
He continued to lap her scrumptious quim with gusto. Each swirl of his tongue brought the appropriate sighs of bliss and groans of fulfillment from her. He worked her pussy masterfully, his tongue swiping up and down the pulsing lips of plump, excited flesh. He licked deep into the slick well of her saturated cunt, sucking and swallowing, eagerly drinking the prolific flow of savory sex sauce.
The juicy, sloshing sounds drifting from between her legs bombarded her ears, increasing her passion. Having her cunt licked so skillfully after such a long dry spell pushed her rapidly to the peak.
"Oh, Jake!" Maggie cried. "Oh, God, baby, I'm going to cum, baby! My clit, baby! Get my clit! Ooohhh, baby, yes, yessssssl" Quickly, he began to lick her clit furiously again as her body began to buck and spasm tumultously. The delightful, savage ecstasy of her powerful orgasm nearly overwhelmed her. She became a quaking mass of goose flesh and honey. She trembled and jerked violently, screamed her appreciation of his oral talents so loud she rattled the windows. Her orgasm increased by leaps and bounds as he continued to batter her bubbling snatch with frenzied licks and impassioned kisses.
He kept at her, worrying her pussy the way a puppy worries an old shoe, transferring his tongue to the well of her cunt long enough to let her slack off, then returning it to her clit to bring her off again.
Soon, her entire crotch became as sensitive as her clit and she climaxed wildly no matter where his tongue touched her. Her throat got raspy from screaming. Her body became as limp as an old dish rag. She pushed feebly at his head, silently begging him to stop.
She didn't believe him when he had said he would eat her pussy until her knees were weak.
She should have. Her knees, every muscle in her body, felt as weak as worn-out rubber bands.
At long last, after she had cum again, and yet again, he withdrew his tongue from the hot, flowing channel of her cunt, gave it one last kiss, and stood up between her inviting, wide-spread thighs. Putting her legs over his shoulders to lift her cunt up to a better angle, he prepared to fuck her.