Chapter 3
Through the orgasmic fog clouding her mind, she grasped his intent. "Oh, yes, baby," she moaned. "Fuck me now. Let me have your big cock! Oh, fuck, baby, fuck me."
She continued to shudder in orgasm as the swollen head of his cock wormed into the mouth of her receptive sex chamber. He lurched forward, slamming their crotches together with a loud thump as his long shaft plunged deep into the water-logged folds of her sweltering love tunnel.
Instinctively, her cuntal sheath began to contract and suck his skewering rod. He screwed his hips around, grinding his crotch against hers, stuffing her full of hot, demanding cock. Her mouth hung open as she writhed in the pleasure of his lascivious invasion. Incoherent moans and groans of total sexual fulfillment poured from her throat.
He stayed motionless for a few moments, locked deep in the torrid tunnel of her belly. She was a soft mass of voluptuous female flesh. His cock jerked and twitched inside her, anxious to release its load into the fiery, grappling recesses of her splendid cunt. The tightness, the liveliness of her channel delighted him.
He resisted the urge to blow his load immediately, held himself immobile, soaking in the wonderful torment of postponement. He caressed her tits and belly tenderly as she slowly descended from the dizzying heights of orgasmic pleasure.
Her eyelids fluttered open. The misty, faraway look in her eyes was mute testimony to the satisfaction his tongue and mouth gave her. She put both hands in her crotch and gently caressed the lips of her pussy and the sides of his cockshaft with delicate fingers.
"God, baby," she sighed heavily. "I thought I would lose my mind! I'll never doubt the skill of your tongue again. Fuck me now. I won't cum again, but I love the way your cock feels in me and you need to cum. Don't worry about me. Have fun and cum whenever you're ready." She gave him an angelic smile, happily offering up her cunt for his enjoyment.
He leaned over and put his mouth on hers. Their tongues performed an erotic snake dance with each other. She contracted the muscles of her cunt around his rigid prick, sending lances of pleasure through the thick length of his sex meat. His hips twitched and bucked forward, sliding his throbbing prick further into the depths of her cunt.
He pulled all the way back and slammed into her sex channel with a squishy sound. The blunt end of his prick hit the mouth of her womb. She took the full impact of his lunge with a grunt of surprise as he hit bottom. The turmoil of yet another orgasm caught her attention.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" she moaned. "God, I can't believe I'm going to cum again! Oh, my God, yes! Fuck me. Fuck meeeeeel" He shafted her cunt furiously, burying his cock to the hilt again and again. Time after time, he thrust into her depths, serving her the full portion of his hot rod, relishing the way the quivering, juicy folds of her cunt walls devoured him. The blood-gorged head of his prick banged into the mouth of her womb with each hard thrust. The electrifying friction inflamed the sensitive surface of his cockhead.
His cock became a rugged, battering ram, a lusty prod that probed her tightly clinging channel, piercing her impatiently, packing her greedy quim full. Slurpy sounds drifted up from her crotch as he pronged her energetically. She squeezed him with her lively muscles, milked his cock avidly, clutched at the fervent bludgeon filling the hot recesses of her cunt as her own passion built anew. The renewal of her eroticism told her she had utterly underestimated her own lust and deprivation, her own capacity when she said she wouldn't cum again.
Her heavy tits, two big ripe melons of firm flesh, quaked and quivered from the force of his thrusts. Her bloated nipples stood thick and arrogant, signifying her intense pleasure of his cock. She writhed and bucked on the bed in front of him, moaning continually under the increasing assault of his fucking.
Her fabulous, tight cunt squeezed and sucked wildly at the full length of his shaft, sending a series of sizzling sensations shooting through both of them. The lusting, hair-fringed mouth between her thighs ate him greedily, tried to devour him, balls and all.
His balls burned, felt as if they were filled with molten lava. He began to buck faster and harder. Her voluptuous body accepted him willingly, complemented his increased tempo with corresponding movements. The cheeks of her shapely ass bounced on the mattress as he lunged in and out of her accommodating cunt. A robust hurricane of lust and desire raged collectively within them, fused them into a single being.
"Ohyesohyesohyes," she chanted, running her words together in her excitement. "It's so good, baby. So fucking goood! I'm cummmmmming!"
She clamped her cunt muscles around his prick so severely he could barely move. Gathering his strength, he powered through the constriction, driving her further into her orgasm. And bringing on his own searing climax. Sweat dripped from every pore of his body as he rammed into her, pulled back, then rammed her again. The fiery load from his balls began to flood the heated receptacle in her belly.
Maggie squealed with ultimate gratification as the hot jism gushed into her. She continued to buck and twist and fuck back at him for a few more moments, then her body became a heap of slack muscles, completely spent.
Jake's knees turned to water. He dropped her legs and knelt on the floor. He peeled the lips of her pussy open, kissed the soggy gash and licked her clit lovingly. He struggled up and crawled on the bed by her.
Maggie rolled over and knelt by his hip. She lowered her head, scooped his limp prick into her mouth, and sucked it clean. "Do you eat and fuck all of your women so well?" she asked. Quickly, she added, "No, I don't want to know. It doesn't matter. All that matters is the way you did me." She kissed him tenderly. "Thank you, Jake. I don't think any one has ever fucked me so well." She got off the bed and waited a moment to be sure her legs would work. "You really dumped a load in my pussy. The damn stuff is dribbling down my legs. Don't run away. I'll be right back as soon as I take care of the necessaries."
"I don't have the energy to run away," he mumbled.
When she returned from the bathroom, he was still sprawled on the bed. She found her panties and stuffed them in the pocket of his jeans. "A souvenir of the first time you had me," she chuckled.
"The first time, huh? Doesn't that mean there will be other times?"
"You sound like a lawyer. Maybe I meant the only time."
"No," he replied. "You're very intelligent. You know the difference between first and only." "Want a cigarette?" "Nope. Smoking will kill you."
"Life will kill you, baby," she quipped. "You start to die the day you're born."
"That's a hell of a way to look at life," he said.
"Not really. I'm going to have all the fun I can while I can. Hell, I might even go home and throw my husband's ass right out in the front yard. He's given me nothing but grief for the past year." She dug her cigarettes out of her handbag, lit one and sat on the bed with her back against the headboard.
"I wasn't a virgin when I married Bobby, but this is the first time I've cheated on him. Isn't that a blast? I worry about cheating on a man who hasn't fucked me in months. You cheat on Karen a lot, don't you?"
"Cheating means you take something away from your mate or you do something with another person you won't do with him or her. In your case, you aren't cheating. Bobby doesn't give you what you need. You aren't giving me anything you wouldn't give him. I'm sure you'd gladly give him all he could handle if he showed any interest. In my case, I'm not cheating because Karen approves and I never neglect her."
"I'm not prying, Jake. I'm just curious. You're a very good lover. You can read a woman's desires. You didn't develop such skills without a lot of practice with a lot of different women."
"Thanks for saying I'm a good lover. I sure try to be. I love women, Maggie. I discriminate, but not on the basis of looks or age. I expect a good personality, cleanliness, willingness and cooperation. Karen knows I have other women and approves. She said my love of women is one of the things that attracted her in the first place. If you don't believe she approves of what I do, call her. Get the word from the horse's mouth, so to speak."
Maggie didn't believe him, but she wasn't about to call his wife. Maybe Karen didn't object to Jake fucking around because she simply didn't like to fuck. Maybe she had her own little thing going with another stud and wouldn't appreciate being interrupted. Maybe Jake was lying. At the moment, she couldn't care less. He had a talented tongue and a superb cock, and he knew how to use both. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?
He was giving her what she wanted, what she needed, with no false promises or entanglements. Take the pleasure and run. If his wife or her husband became a problem, she would deal with it, if and when it arose.
"Nice room," she said, changing the subject. "Well-stocked bar and at least some of the comforts of home. Do you also provided compliant women for your clients?"
"Nope. They're on their own there. Carl keeps a list of available companions."
Maggie lifted both eyebrows. "Oh? In a small town like this?"
"Lady, there are willing women in a town of any size. Some just like to fuck and don't see why they shouldn't get paid for it, some are housewives looking to make a few extra bucks the old man doesn't know about, some work at low-paying jobs and need a little extra to make ends meet. Sex is sort of like lawyering. There's an old story about a young lawyer who set up shop in a small town where he was the only lawyer. He nearly starved. He talked one of his law school chums into also setting up shop there, and soon they were both rich. Supply and demand, baby."
"You said you sometimes stay here on Wednesday night. Are you going home tonight?"
He looked at his watch. "Yeah, later. Karen is playing bridge tonight. They usually finish before midnight. This bed isn't bad, but I prefer to sleep in my own, snuggled up to a warm female body."
"Will she expect you to fuck her when you get home?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"Because I want some more cock."
"Oh, I think we can manage that without depriving Karen."
"Want me to suck you off, or do you want to fuck me again?"
"Doesn't matter to me. Which do you prefer?"
"Don't care as long as I get your cum," Maggie replied.
She put the ashtray aside, rolled over and proceeded to give him a superb blow job. As it turned out, he also fucked her again before she decided she had better go home.