Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2010 19:49:28 -0500
From: Fait Acompli <faitacompli1@gmail.com>
Subject: The Long Hot Summer - Three for the Road Part 4

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THE LONG HOT SUMMER -- Three for the Road



Chapter 1

"How long have you been there?" Maggie asked Ronnie quizzically.

"Not long." he said slyly, "I didn't have to be right here you know, I
could hear everything in the next county!" he laughed. "God Almighty! You
two are quite a pair, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to keep up!" he
continued, smiling.

"Did you have fun?" he asked, looking at Maggie.

"Oh God Yes!! He's wonderful! And, everything you said he was, and more!"
she said excitedly, and more enthusiastically than I would have liked.

"More! More? Oh God! Is he better than me Mags?" he asked jokingly. Much as
I tried I couldn't see any sign that Ronnie was the least bit apprehensive.

"A gentlewoman never divulges details about her lovers!" she responded, in
an exaggerated southern drawl. "I will say, however, that you might have to
work harder," she continued, accentuating harder as she smiled seductively,
"in the future, Young Man!" exaggerating that drawl until it was painful.

Avoiding direct eye contact with either one, I cringed as she and Ronnie
bantered with each other. For my part, it was a very uncomfortable position
to be in since I really didn't know how my cousin was going to react to her
sudden infatuation. Increasingly, I felt ill at ease about the direction
their conversation was taking.

"Whoa! Sounds like I've got some competition!" he remarked playfully,
cocking one brow.

"Finally!" Maggie teased, absently running her hands over my chest. "Was
she nervous about something also?" I asked myself.

As he and Maggie verbally dueled, Ronnie took two neatly folded blankets
from under his arm, and spread them on the ground beside us. Unhurriedly,
he motion for us to move on the blankets he'd just lain out.

"I can't, Ronnie my Love!" Mags said, grinning sheepishly.

"What? Why?" he asked, looking quizzically at Maggie.

"We're sorta like stuck!" she replied, shrugging somewhat comically.

"Yeah Right!" he quipped in disbelief.

"No really! We are stuck!! My new lover here is lodged in my cervix and I
can't get him unstuck." She said, shrugging nonchalantly.

"No Joke??" Ronnie asked, excitedly, bending down to take a look, genuinely
interested. His unexpected excitement and inordinate attention to the
phenomenon was making me a bit uncomfortable. Not to mention it was
embarrassing.

"Yeah, it true!" I interjected, slightly irritated.

"Damn! That is so cool!!"  he began, excitedly, Ahem... In a weird sort of
way, of course." quickly correcting himself, suddenly changing the subject.

"Well then roll over here you two, so you can get off that wet grass." he
suggested, motioning to us again.

Holding Mags close to me, I quickly rolled to my right, using my forearms
and elbows to brace myself, keeping most of the weight off of her, and
rolled us gently over one full turn, ending up with my back to the blanket;
Mags laughing with delight, and squealing like a little girl.

Ronnie lay down next to us propping himself up on one elbow, head-high with
Maggie and me. He leaned over and gave Mags a long passionate kiss, making
her squirm on my member. Alright, I have to admit that it was awkward
watching those two suck face so passionately, just inches from my
own. Especially, since she was currently impaled on my tool, which was
responding quite favorably to their affectionate display. Awkward or not,
my body didn't seem to care. When they eventually came up for air, without
hesitation, Ronnie leaned down and tenderly snaked his tongue into my
mouth, my groin immediately responded, growing even harder within the small
woman atop me. The sensuousness of his kiss swept over me in waves, the
familiar little tingle at the base of my spine, headed toward my groin, and
signaling all conscious thought was fleeing, replace with abject submission
to my lover's desire.  His mouth devoured mine, pinning my head, as he
enforced his will orally, with mind numbing precision. My body slackened as
his passion cascaded through me, hurling itself furiously toward my groin
and beyond, coming to an abrupt halt at the far end of my form, my toes
curling elatedly. Mags alternately kissed our ears and cheeks, as Ronnie
continued to kiss me deeply. She slipped her arms around both our necks
bringing her face down touching ours, squeezing tightly, as she kissed us
lovingly on the forehead, nose, and finally, lips.

 "Here I am lying here with my two most favorite people in the world. It
just doesn't get any better than this!" Ronnie said, kissing Mags and me in
turn, with his big boyish grin.

I carefully studied his face as he lay there looking from one to the
other. He appeared totally at ease, and somehow satisfied with the
situation he found himself in. Where I thought there would be conflict or,
even jealousy, there seemed to be only mild amusement and tenderness in his
eyes. His calm gentle demeanor immediately set me at ease and I kissed him
deeply to show I loved him too.

"I love you Ronnie." I said softly as our lips parted. He smiled warmly,
but didn't respond to my admission.

"Well, I can see you two are still fired up!" he said, caressing Maggie's
breast, "Your nipples are hard a rock girl!"

"Okay Ronald," she said unsmiling, Ronnie was not short for Ronald;
however, as I discovered, Maggie employed the more formal usage to let him
know she needed his undivided attention, even though it was not actually
his name, "someone has entirely too many clothes on! Off with them! And,
get in here and cuddle with us big boy!" she said, as if ordering a
sandwich for lunch.

"I guess if you insist Sweet Cheeks!" he said slyly.

Ronald dutifully removed his boots, then rose and peeled off his jeans and
underwear, and stood above us half undressed as he was unfastened the
buttons of his shirt.  However, as he was removing his shirt, staring into
the night sky, he said absently, "Sweetheart...," "Yes?" we both asked.

A look of confusion, or possibly recognition, crossed his face. He paused a
moment, and said, "My male Sweetheart; my little female Sweetheart."

Yeah, that didn't sound very clear to me either; convoluted in fact.

"This is going to get confusing in hurry!" I was thinking, when Mags spoke
up.

"Okay, first order of business in this tripartite; we have to get these pet
names straight or somebody's going to be getting the wrong order at the
drive thru window!" she said, genuinely amused. "I have dibs on any term I
use as a "pet name" for either one of you!" Mags quickly interjected. "It's
my God given right as a woman, and I'm damn well invoking executing
privilege since I spoke up first!" she exclaimed adamantly, giggling and
rubbed against my groin as she planted a big wet smack on Ronnie.

"That's BS!" Ronnie protested, "We'd need a directory to keep up all of
your "pet names" he pointed out, laughing. "No way in Hell would either one
of us less privileged males remember all that!" he exclaimed, waving his
hands around absently as he spoke.

"Heck Darl'in, I don't remember all of them when I get go'in!" she
exclaimed. "But, that's my final offer, take it or leave it!" Mags
retorted, smiling wryly, moving her hands over his chest seductively.

"Offer!? I didn't even know we'd entered negotiations for God sakes!" he
countered, his hands and arms gesturing wildly above his head.

"See! I'm a damn tough negotiator! By the way, I'm also appointing myself
the arbiter!" she stated flatly.

Quickly he exclaimed, "We'll worry about this tomorrow! I can see you are
going to be impossible to deal with tonight because you got some!" Ronnie
said snidely, chuckling as he promptly looked at me, "David Sweetheart,"
turning a "HA!" look of satisfaction toward Maggie , smiling broadly, "can
you carry her to camp?" he inquired.

"Oh, no problem Ronnie, she's light as a feather. Why?" I asked, not quite
sure where this was going.

"Well, I thought we'd all snuggle around that wonderful fire you've got
going, and it would be warmer. Especially since someone we both know is
acting like the Bitch Ice Queen of all times." he said, sticking his tongue
out at Mags.

Maggie promptly sat straight up placing her hands on her hips, assuming a
formal chastisement pose, which lost most of the effect since she was nude,
and impaled on my manhood at the time.

"Ohhhh! I see! So, I'm the Ice Queen!? Boy, are you are going to pay for
that one Ronald!" she quipped, her green eyes alight with indignation.

"Somehow, I already knew that Sweet Tits!" he glibly retorted, placing his
hands to his head in mock distress, "And, you may quote me!" he said,
making the obligatory, double finger quote sign for effect. "Seriously
though, there's a damp chill in the air out here and the winds picking up a
bit. Does that sound good to you guys?" he asked, waiting for a response.

Mags looked down at me and said, "Let's go my Eveready Man, my "hiney's"
getting a little cold with us just laying here." She wiggled onto my member
giggling and hugging me.

"I'll get the blankets and plates." Ronnie quickly said. "Here Mags, hold
the clothes." Ronnie said, as he piled our clothes in between our chests so
she could hold them.

I walked steadily back to the camp trying not step on anything in my bare
feet. Of course I couldn't see a damn thing, having to feel my way around,
so it was slow going. Slowly but surely we made our way back to camp,
finding Ronnie there putting the blankets down below our saddles.  Kneeling
down, pulling Mags closer to me, I eased onto my back resting my head on my
saddle. She lowered her head into my chest and snuggled possessively,
making little noises of satisfaction. Ronnie smiled sweetly down at us as
he moved the other saddles next to mine. He pulled two more blankets out of
one of the panniers, and doubled them over the two of us saying, "Here,
this'll keep you guys warm."  Ronnie was pulling his shirt off, as Maggie,
feeling amorous once again, rubbed her hardening clit against my pubic
mound, while gently kissing my chest. Of course I wasn't going to go soft
with that going on, and the site of Ronnie undressing didn't help one bit.

"You are insatiable my little goddess." I said admiringly.

Ronnie lay down on his side next to us, his body touching ours, resting his
head on Maggie's saddle, gazing intently at the two of us. His eyes were
soft and warm, as he casually stroked our bodies, in turn. I would have
given anything to know what he was thinking at that moment.

"You two really hit if off didn't you!?" he said sincerely, somewhere
between a question and a statement.

Maggie stopped grinding her hips into me, laying her head on my chest
facing Ronnie, meeting his eyes. Her little body relaxed as he slid under
the blankets with us. It's difficult to describe what I sensed exactly, but
something unspoken passed between them as Mags laid looking into Ronnie's
eyes; an uncomfortable knowing look, that briefly shown in Ronnie's
expression, then vanished.

"I love him Ronnie, I really love him. It's real!" she said firmly, with a
calm confidence to her voice that could have stopped a runaway train. I
couldn't feel my heart beating, as she paused. "There was something there
when we made love, I can't explain it. He's the One! I just know it!" she
said, her voice controlled and measured, fighting to contain her abundant
giddiness. "We are destined to be a family, I feel it, I just know it!" she
said flatly, squeezing me tightly as she met Ronnie's eyes.

"Oh my God, what did she just do, damn it!" I wondered, mortified, as the
man I loved shifted his eyes to me.

"Well! Do you love her?" he asked brusquely, eyes hard, his expression
unreadable.

"Ahhhh," I stuttered, "Yeesss, I think so! BUT, I love you too Ronnie!!" I
quickly added, as I reached out to touch and reassure him, dejected at the
way this was turning out.

Ronnie took my hand in his as I reached out to him, his face impassive and
unreadable; never taking his eyes off of mine, he hastily leaned down and
kissed me with tremendous intensity and passion. The anxiety that had held
me in its grip, drained away with his kiss; overcome with emotion, I wept
as he lovingly caressed my mouth with his velvet tongue, and releasing my
hand, tenderly caressed my face.

"What's wrong Sweetheart?" Ronnie asked tenderly, "I love you, and Maggie
definitely loves you, everything is wonderful. You might say I'm the
luckiest guy around; I have the two of you, and we have each other." he
exclaimed, hugging Mags and me closely to him.

Too ashamed to open my eyes, I desperately attempted to hug my two Loves
tightly to me. I was so horrified at my outburst, my partners' reactions to
my tears when completely unnoticed.  Presently, tears were dotting my face
and chest, as Maggie and Ronnie both, sobbed softly. Maggie clung to me
like a child, whimpering, and reassuringly hugging me. Tears streamed down
Ronnie's cheeks as he poured his heart and soul into his kiss, holding his
mouth over mine as if he were afraid I'd run away, should our lips
part. Both of these wonderful people gently sobbed with me, although they
did not seem the least bit uncomfortable expressing their emotions, unlike
me.

You might say my particular problem with getting close to people and/or
exhibiting emotion, was due to the way I grew up; emotions were totally
foreign to me, and not something to cherish. Since I was eight years old,
when my mother married Steve my stepdad, she drilled into me and my
sister's heads that we had to be stronger, better, and tougher then
everyone else. "Life was hard!" she would say, "And, nobody is going to
give you anything, so you have to better than they are, work harder, and
you can't settle for second best! You have to stand on your own two feet
and don't expect anyone to help you, you have to help yourself!" She'd
lecture. In school we were expected to be the best and bring home straight
"A" grades, which I did. And, as some would come to realize, I was not the
meek undersized guy that just anyone could push around, although I
portrayed that image to other people. My easy going demeanor kept me out of
trouble, plus the fact my Mom would have killed me, if I'd engaged in
anything but exemplary behavior. The other major factor that shaped my
standoffish character was my alcoholic stepfather. We learned very early on
that if you showed any signs of emotion around him, which he equated with
weakness, you paid dearly for it, usually when he was drunk. Frankly, my
sister and I really didn't have much of a childhood. So, now you know, show
any genuine emotion, and it was used against you, or you got the crap
beaten out you. For the longest time, I really was never sure what the love
thing was all about; I didn't feel it!

Ronnie pulled away and kissed Maggie's cheek affectionately and again
greeted her with a long sensual kiss. Mags met it eagerly, grinding her
hips into me more aggressively.  As they tenderly kissed I caressed her
perfectly shaped breasts and traced the outline of those rapidly hardening
nipples.  Her body reacted as if my fingers were made of ice, each nipple
achieving rock hard firmness, jutting upward a quarter of inch above her
light brown half dollar sized areolas. The smooth alabaster complexion of
those magnificent breasts, contrasted by the deep rich tones of her ample
areolas, was an awe inspiring sight, as I deftly rolled and pinched those
impressive rigid ripples until she was moaning loudly.  My flesh grew
within her love cannel, while Ronnie artfully delved into her mouth,
driving the woman absolutely stark raving mad, from I could tell.

Maggie fondled Ronnie's chest and nipples, all the while rubbing
energetically against my groin, and quietly moaning. After some period of
time where I mercilessly fondled her nipples, a hand brushed my scrotum,
returning again briefly, as it worked back and forth between Maggie's
cheeks and my ball sack. Ronnie grasped the base of my penis with his thumb
and forefinger, just outside of her tight little hole, and forming an "O"
ran it up and down the quarter inch or so of my cock that was reachable. We
were very wet from our pervious love making, so his finger slid easily in
the small space he was able to reach.  After a minute of stroking my tool,
his hand slid from my cock to just below the entrance to her love
tunnel. Running his fingers around the base of my shaft and rim of her
sopping hairless entrance, he placed his index and middle fingers flat
again the bottom side of my cock and slid up to Mags fully stuffed hole.
Without warning, using my shaft as a guide, Ronnie pushed down my cock, and
forward with both fingers, sinking them in her vagina up to the
knuckles. We both involuntarily gasped as two fingers glided effortlessly
between her cunt wall and the underside of my shaft. The feeling was
wonderful as he stroked both of us, making the already tight fit even
snugger.

Maggie's eyes flew open the moment Ronnie sank the full length of his
fingers into her. The look of total ecstasy on her face was breathtaking to
behold.  At that same instant, I arched my back reflexively, also
unprepared for his incursion. She increased her pelvic motion to meet his
trusting fingers, forcing me further into her lovely cavity. The dual
sensations produced by his fingers, and my cock, invading her little cunt
was evidently driving her crazy; erratic pelvic gyrations, accompanied by
loud moaning, grew rapidly in intensity. Abruptly, Ronnie removed his
fingers from our tight little space, leaving me to wonder what he was doing
now, but knowing him it would become quickly apparent. Sure enough, moments
later Maggie gasped loudly, extricating her mouth from his in a swift
rending motion, her green eyes growing enormously wide in cogent surprise,
as she threw back her head, mouth opened wide in silent
exclamation. Enraptured by the wave of bliss cascading over that petite
form, she sat motionless; teetering precariously upon a fine razor's edge
of blazing naked lust, breathlessly poised on the brink of imminent
fulfillment, seemingly powerless to expel the impending scream. Agonizing
seconds passed; then her back arched brutally as a shriek detonated deep
within her tiny chest, bursting forth with staggering ferocity, protracted
and deafening; the orgasm was torn violently from her womb, propelling
seething torrents of exquisite pleasure undulating throughout her racked
body.

Maggie's head lazily slumped onto my sweat covered chest as the climax
receded. Ronnie was rising to his feet from his previous position beside us
on the blanket. As I watched, he stepped between our legs and knelt down,
lowering himself on the blanket out of my view. Maggie's body lay
gracefully draped over mine, limp and lifeless for all intents and
purposes. The violence and intensity of her climax had invigorated my
desire to come in her once more, and I glided within her unmoving form as
she lay atop me.

Ronnie's hand gently caressed my balls as I moved within this beautiful
little woman, at the moment lying limply slumped on my body. He removed his
hand from my scrotum and after a few seconds I could feel his delicate
tongue tracing the curve of my soft sack, upward along the base of my
shaft, to where it met her tight little hole. He sensually licked and
sucked the base of my manhood where it entered Maggie's vagina, and around
the lower labia to the base of her little starfish. After some minutes of
stimulating us with his tongue, he rose to his knees producing the bottle
of baby oil. Dribbling a few drops, at first, over the base of my cock and
balls,and lightly massaging them, he moved higher as it appeared he was
massaging our little lover's crack and ass, while applying additional
oil. Mags stirred slightly as it appeared the tip of the oil bottle was
inserted into her crack and squeezed for a number of seconds. The little
beauty atop me, managed to coo softly giving me a weak hug as he forced the
cool liquid into her anal cavity. I knew all too well the wonderful feeling
the silky oil produced as it seeped into your body. Setting the bottle
down, Ronnie leaned over Mags shoulder and kissed me lovingly for a few
seconds. Drawing back, he whispered into Maggie's ear as she continued to
lie like a rag doll, covering my body with her lovely figure.

"Mags, we love you!" he said quietly. Lightly stroking her hair, he
continued, "We're going to make love to you, my darling, both of us."

"Uh,uh-huh." she replied lazily, acquiescing completely.

Ronnie slowly rose to his knees taking a position directly behind Mags
inviting cheeks. Bending over her tiny body he place one hand on the ground
to support himself, and grasped his fully erect member with the
other. Sliding forward, placing his bulbous head against the oily tight
puckered hole, he pushed quickly into her, forcing his head past the
sphincter muscle, which popped neatly in; the love button clamping snuggly
around the rim of his circumcised muscle, her tight little passage opening
to accommodate his thick flesh.

The insertion of his large member drew an immediate response from Mags, as
her demeanor immediately transformed from one of near catatonia, to wholly
alert wide eyed surprise. Drawing in large gulps of air, she thrust back
into his advancing love tool.

"Oh my, oh my!" she murmured, "That's really tight!" Maggie exclaimed,
looking up into my eyes, flushed and panting rapidly, her mouth poised as
if to speak, emitting soft guttural noises, as her eyes glazed and refusing
to focus.

"Oh my goodness!" she continued, as Ronnie pushed roughly into her.

It was amazing to me that she wasn't in pain, but her expression gave no
indication of it; there was only a self-absorbed distance look in her
eyes. As my cousin pressed further and further into that petite body, her
eye lids fluttered delicately, her mouth gaping, delirious with
enjoyment. She emitted soft guttural noises as his thrusting slammed her
rock hard clit into my pubic mound. Ronnie's cock was rubbing the underside
of my lodged member as we attempted to coordinate our thrusts into her
tight body.  Backing my tool out to ram into her, I felt it pop free of the
cervix. "I am out!" I said to myself. Now that I could move with some
authority, I would satisfy her little twat. We wordlessly coordinated our
movements in Maggie's body, getting down the rhythm of the other's
thrust. That little bundle of energy had come to life again and was
clutching me tightly, her throat forming sexy little rasping sounds, as we
both moved mercilessly within her delicious little form. That magnificently
perfect body was opening up to us with every thrust we made into her hot
welcoming orifices.

"Oh Jesus! You two are wonderful! Wonderful! Fuck me harder, fuck me
harder, guys! You don't know how unbelievable you two feel in me! Just
don't stop!?" she begged, pushing her supple body backwards to meet our
thrusts.

"Don't worry about that beautiful," Ronnie said over her shoulder, "we're
going to fuck these holes until you can't walk for a week!" he remarked,
slamming every inch of his love muscle roughly into her ass.

"Are my two loves going to give me a baby now?" she whimpered with
pleasure.

"Hey, you better ask David, he's the one pounding your juicy little cunt!"
Ronnie laughingly commented.

Softly whispering to me in between dainty grunts of satisfaction as we
pounded her willing orifices, she asked, "Would you, ummm,", she muttered,
"Ahmm, would, hmmm -- you..." she struggled to articulate, "you, ummmmh,
give meeee, ahhh baaabbyyyyyy...!?" she asked sweetly as her voice trailed
off.

"Yes, my love I'll be happy to give you one!" I replied, surprised that I
meant every word of it! "I'm going to give you as much of me as I can
tonight." I said, looking over her shoulder at Ronnie, who just winked and
smiled at me. "What did he know about all of this?" I kept asking myself,
as I did my best to give her what she wanted.

Maggie moaned, and gently giggled, as the large amounts of cum I had
deposited in her earlier in the evening, began noisily spurting out of her
sopping love tunnel, now that my cock head wasn't holding it in her
womb. Full of lust, love, and the pleasure of what we were doing to her
body, she melted into me and nuzzled my chest, giving her physical self
completely and totally to the two men in her life; utterly submissive and
trusting as she lay there and accepted us. Maggie cooed, and moaned, and
whimpered, delightedly as we assailed her receptive orifices. She moved her
small arms under my shoulders to the outside, clasping those tiny hands,
palms up, to embrace me, her head moving on my chest with every forward
thrust, drool running down the corner of her mouth in her delirium.

Ronnie now laid flat against Maggie's back with his arms on either side of
us support some of his weight. Looking into those hazel eyes, I recognized
the faraway glazed look of extreme pleasure, just as his body brusquely
lurched, fiercely convulsing for several seconds, and injected a huge load
of seed into Mags; smiling with satisfaction, as he pumped her ass for a
minute or so, until softening. Before pulling out, however, he kissed her
lovingly on the cheek and collapsed next to us on the blanket.

Maggie took the opportunity to lean over and give him a long lingering
kiss, while I continued to move my length within of her sloshing
womanhood. Once she and Ronnie ended their kiss, I sat up, holding her
little body to mine, and smoothly rotated her around and under me. Ronnie,
fully sated, was on his back in the twilight realm now, somewhere between
conscious thought and dreamland, so we were left to our own devices again,
just me and a beautiful, insatiable woman.

"I think Ronnies' going to sleep? Damn the luck!"  I mused aloud, smiling
at the gorgeous auburn hair work of art beneath me. Mags grinned up at me
with love and satisfaction flaring in those gorgeous green eyes; pulling me
to her, pressing moist, needy, scorching, lips against mine. Slipping her
tongue between my parting lips she probed my willing mouth, as I sucked her
deliciously deeper into my throat.

Moaning lasciviously, and pulling her lips from mine, she shoved a tongue
in my available ear, darting in, and around, the entrance. Eagerly sucking
my ear lobe into her blistering mouth, she nibbled along the entire length.
Ablaze with renewed desire, I lowered my mouth to the curve of her neck
and, lightly at first, bit down on the tender soft tissue. She cooed
demurely and repositioned her neck, as an offering to my oral
caresses. Taking this as a sign of approval, I sucked a large portion of
her soft smooth flesh into my wanting mouth and bit down harder this
time. Maggie gasped in pain and excitement, consciously bearing her
shoulder and neckline, and submissively opening herself wide, raising those
sculpted, insatiable, hips to meet my thrusts.

"Mark me Baby! Mark me as yours! she eagerly suggested, with wanton
expectation.

"Oh God, this was turning me on!" I thought excitedly. "My cock just got
incredibly hard!" I was thinking, biting down harder on her shoulder.

Mags recognized my response to her intimation immediately, as I enlarged
and hardened inside her sensitive little tunnel. "God David, this is really
getting me hot! Bite me lover! Mark this little Cunt and make me yours!
Bite me hard and fuck me til I cum all over that huge dick of yours!" she
pleaded, running her hands seductively over her soft sinuous mounds,
tweaking and pinching the hard tan nipples with her thumbs and forefingers,
as they jutted, taut and rigid, skyward, afire and aching.

"Look at my nipples Baby! You see how hot you've got me!?" she said,
literally purring with lust, brutally twisting and pulling her huge hard
nipples.

At her words, I looked down at two perfectly proportioned breasts,
glistening with sweat and heaving sensually, thimble sized nipples
protruding sharply, hard and erect with arousal; her hands furiously
kneading the alabaster flesh of her supple body. She was a picture of
loveliness and desire, and I wanted her more than anything in the world,
and I prayed she felt the same about me.

We were both unbelievably aroused by our new found fetish, but to my
surprise, I discovered that the prospect of inflicting a physical mark of
lust and love upon her body, even though temporary, had put me far above
any normal level of arousal; my response was immediate, massive, and
fierce, driving me to new heights of untamed desire. Blood raced to my
groin, engorging my already painfully erect flesh; a more instinctive and
animalistic aspect of some primal nature enveloped me, utterly consuming my
being. Only barely conscious of my actions, my normally firm restraint
vanished, replaced by uncontrollable lust and desire; burning white hot
throughout my body and demanding to be satiated.

Passions intensified exponentially, as we fed off of each other's more base
emotions. Maggie too was spellbound by the all consuming sexual hunger, as
she purposely facilitated my brutal assault on her body. Fingernails
mercilessly raked my shoulders and back, as she fiercely sucked and
hungrily nipped along my trapezoid with her teeth. The pain of her nails on
my back was exquisitely delicious; our bodies moving fluidly, writhing
provocatively, impulsive and uninhibited, unresponsive to anything except
our physical interaction and needs. Maggie's fingers slowly traced the
curve of my shoulders downward through the smooth muscled dip of the small
of my back, roughly grasping my firm cheeks in both hands, and cruelly
digging her nails in as she pulled me further into her hungry burning
flesh.  There was only lust remaining now, gone was any pretense of love or
other nobler ideals; we were reacting, purely instinctually, to each
other's carnal wants, needs, and desires.

Placing one hand on her abdomen, a middle finger snaked under my thrusts to
the top of her labia and she vigorously rubbed her love button, which was
already hard and erect, and peeking out from under its sheath. She quit
teasing her clit after some minutes and her index and middle fingers slowly
slipped around my shaft and massaged the lips of her very wet vagina,
gliding easily up and down the skin surrounding her labia. Drawing her hand
back, Maggie placed two fingers in my mouth for me to taste her aromatic
juices. She tasted salty-sweet, and delicious, as I sucked and licked
around and between her digits, savoring the taste of her juices as they
mingled with my and Ronnie's sticky fluids. Gently hooking her fingers in
the bottom of my mouth, my little sweat drenched angel pulled me down
closer to her lips.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass, okay!?" she said, motioning me
backward. "I want you in me, now! BUT! Don't come! That's for my pussy you
big baby maker!" she giggled, her green eyes alight with unfathomable lust
and hunger.

"Alright, if that's what you want stick those shapely little buns up here
and I'll ream you until you beg me to stop!" I remarked, ready to take her
wherever she wanted to go on this ride.

Mags propped up on one elbow bringing an arm across her body and rolled
onto her stomach. Once in position she moved her hips back, raising up on
both knees with her head down, elevating those wonderful alabaster cheeks
directly in front of me. I reached in and grasped her waist with both hands
and pulling her ass back to my waiting rock hard member.  She rose up on
her arms as my large head moved against the little puckered button.
Expecting a fair amount of opposition to my advance, I thrust forcefully at
her entrance, but my large tool popped in past her starfish and its full
length glided smoothing into her yielding flesh.

"God, you are tight, but I went right in." I remarked, amazed.

"Yeah? I love being fucked in the ass, so Ronnie reams me every chance we
get!" she said excitedly, backing hard into my forward thrusts.

"You're not upset that he had me first, are you Stud!?" she asked
seductively, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.

"Not hardly, you perfect piece of ass!" I replied, lustfully.

"Doooo, Iiiii feeeelll okkkay Baby??" she asked hoarsely, writhing as I
moved within her tight little hole.

"Oh yeah, Baby! You feel like butter." I commented, driving into her ass.

"Ohhh, ohhh, aaah Stud Muffin, that feels soooo good!" she moaned, working
two fingers inside her well lubricated cunt.

Maggie moved with reckless abandon as she threw her small form against my
hard member, muttering incoherently, and giggling incessantly; delirious
with pleasure. The command she had of her ass muscles was phenomenal; the
more aroused she became, the more skillfully she manipulated her tight ass,
sending delicious undulations over and around my engorged tool. After about
ten minutes I felt some minor contractions around my swollen member and
assumed she was experiencing a small orgasm. Her body tensed for several
seconds, in silence, and then she resumed pumping my rod enthusiastically.

Mags was a picture of loveliness as we screwed each other brains out, for
the pure enjoyment of the sex. The view of her body as I stroked her from
behind was amazing, and made me pump her even harder.  Gently, I ran my
hands up the full length of her cheeks to the top of her shoulders, gliding
smoothly over her glistening sweat soaked extremity.  Reaching around, I
fondled and squeezed her breasts, roughly pinching, and then pulling, hard
on her nipples.  She moaned loudly and squirmed backward against me.

"Oh Baby, rougher! I want it rougher." she moaned, dipping her tits into my
hands.

So I gave it to her rougher! "Here you go cunt, how do you like this!?" I
exclaimed, pinching her eraser sized nipples very hard, squeezing her soft
mounds together.

"Oh my God, YES! YES! Harder you fucking pussy!" she quipped, trembling
noticeably now.

"Oh my, she is really getting into this rough sex." I thought. "How much is
too much?" I wondered.

There was a lot to be said about her tolerance for pain, appetite for
pleasure, and obsession with the duality of both. It was never freakish,
and basically mild in nature, but we accommodated her when the mood
struck. I wasn't into the pain thing, but if she liked it once in a while,
so be it.

Mags went down on her stomach pulling herself free of my invading member,
and quickly rolled onto her back. Promptly coming to a sitting position,
she pushed me roughly back so that I lay flat with my legs tucked under
me. Giggling wildly the entire time, she engulfed my hard cock and worked
that very talented tongue, swirling around the head, and darting in and out
of the slit opening.  Bobbing up and down the full length of the shaft, she
would occasionally remove my hard member, and lick the underside, from the
base to vee shaped tip of the head; stopping there to lightly nibble the
small flap of skin located on the underside. Slowly, Mags would work her
way back down the shaft, licking and kissing it tenderly before moving back
to the tip, then nibbling around the protruding fleshy rim of the head. Her
expert mouth was driving me stark raving mad with lust. She finished by
licking and sucking my balls clean, exhibiting a very large smile of
satisfaction when done.

"Apparently, she doesn't mind a little ass to mouth."  I concluded, as she
sat up.

Holding out her hand to me, I took it and she helped me sit up. Silently
guiding me with her hands, I was artfully turned and placed on my
stomach. "Well, this is interesting." I muttered quietly. Two hands clasped
my waist pulling me to my knees as she quietly spoke.

"Put your chest on the ground for me Sweetheart and stay that way. I'll do
all the work." she stated calmly, rubbing my abdomen with one hand.

I did as I was told and in a few seconds, those very skillful hands moved
between my closed thighs, parted them slightly, and deftly massaged my
lower back, the top of my buttock, waist and hips. Ever so slowly, Mags
slid her hands, palms down, around my waist to my lower abdomen; massaging
around my pubic area, but careful not to touch the throbbing member rigidly
bobbing there.  One delicate hand danced lightly back around my waist,
gliding down my left cheek to the soft sensitive skin of my inside left
thigh. What Maggie was doing to my body was incredible.  The hand tracing
my abdomen moved to close around my aching penis. My body shuddered as she
delicately stroked my tool, ceasing after moving the full length of the
shaft seven or eight times. Lightly holding the trembling shaft steady,
with dainty fingers, she placed a thumb atop and two fingers underneath the
soft skin running from the base to the tip, applying light pressure upon
the hollow fleshy tube on the underside. Slowly, she repeated the movement
five or six times before rolling the tip of her middle finger, under and up
the slit, neatly capturing a large dollop of precum. I looked back to see
Mags place the finger in her mouth and suck it clean with an expression of
delight.

"Ummm, you taste sooo good Lover, I can't get enough of you!" she remarked,
dreamily.

Casually, the hand holding my manhood, slipped back and around my hip,
skirting my cheek, and coming to rest on the top of my right
thigh. Delicate lips caressed my left cheek, sucking and nibbling,
progressively up the outside of my crack, around, and to just inside the
outermost dimple. Simultaneously, my love's delicate fingers playfully
skittered across my lower inside thigh, up, and around, my scrotum to the
sensitive ganglia of nerves located just behind it, ever so gently dancing
around the small area with her fingernails. Oh God, the feeling was
indescribable, as those little fingers came together, like picking up a
quarter with only the fingernails. My cock shuttered and throbbed with
every sensation she elicited from my fever pitched body.

 "Maggie, you are a fantastic lover, my Darling! That feels so unbelievably
erotic! You are driving me crazy Baby Doll!" I exclaimed, moving with her
touch.

The little devil knew she had me right where she wanted me too!

"Beg me big boy! Beg me to play with your little tickle spot, if you want
me to keep going! I want to hear you say it." she said, ruthlessly teasing
me.

"Oh, my little Baby, please don't stop! Please!? I do whatever you want,
just don't stop you beautiful little prick tease!" I unashamedly begged
her.

"You'll do anything I want?" she asked wryly, running her nails around the
fleshy area below my scrotum.

"Yes, I'll do anything you want! Now, please don't stop!" I pleaded with
her.

"Swear it, my big lovely man!" she said, feverishly.

"I SWEAR IT! Okay!? I swear it!!" I replied, desperately.

"Well now, we'll hold your big cock to that. Remember; you owe me now!
ANYTHING I WANT!" she remarked, ominously elated.

"Uh,oh! What the hell did I just do?" I asked myself, thinking at the time
the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach wasn't just about the sensations
she was stirring in me.

Maggie kept delicately tickling the spot below my scrotum for quite a
while, making me extremely hot. She had gradually increased the nibbling
around my cheeks until it had progressed to taking a small portion of my
cheek between her teeth and biting down, some of them fairly painful.  I
squirmed as she drew her lips from my cheek and place them on that little
tender spot she had so deftly stimulated for the last half hour. The hot
wet sensation of those lips caressing me there made me buck and squirm with
pleasure. It was difficult to control myself, as a warm sensual feeling
flowed through me in waves. Just when I didn't think I could take anymore
of this torture, she dropped down and took both my balls in her mouth,
sucking very hard, pulling back, and away, from my body, as she bit down on
the top of the sack.

"Oh God, you did it to me again you Cunt!" I cried out in pain.

"Mmmmmm!  Uhhhhh-hhhhuuuuhhh!" she murmured thickly, my balls filling her
small mouth.

The little minx bit down once more, softly humming, as if thoroughly
enjoying my discomfort. However, my most important rule in this type of
situation is to avoid pissing your partner off when they have your balls in
their mouth. Actually, that's my number one rule!

The pain Mags was inflicting started to have an undesirable effect; my
manhood was softening. She finally released my balls and her little tongue
traced its way back up to my small sensitive zone. Lingering there for a
short time, I was surprised to feel that nimble little oral muscle glide up
between my cheeks and delicately rim my love button.

"Oooh Sweetheart," I began, "you do have a magnificent little tongue!" I
remarked, moving my ass around on her tongue.

Her only response was to push her tongue into my little hole as far as she
could.

"Oooooh, oooh, that's wonderful. Ooooh, ahhhh, ummmm, God!" I sputtered,
nosily.

Maggie giggled and tried to shove it in farther, licking from my little
hole to my scrotum, repeating her sensual lashing. Before I realized what
she was doing, she was on her back between my legs pulling me down into her
mouth once more. As soon as the tip of my cock met her lips she greedily
sucked my full length in, swallowing it whole. That was fine with me, let
me tell you.  Her hot mouth was tremendously soft and wet, so I stroked her
gently savoring the sensation; that is until two fingers forced their way
into my ass! The girl knew what the hell she was doing; as her fingers
rolled downward and expertly massaged my prostate. Whatever condition my
member was in before, it instantly sprang to complete hardness with her
timely assistance.

"Good golly! That woman is dynamite!" I silently jumped for joy, pumping my
rigid flesh into her mouth to the utmost.

To be honest, I wasn't feeling any pain as she noisily slurped my cock and
rubbed my hard abdomen, stroking my ass with her fingers. It was total
bliss for me, right up until she pulled her hand out and mumbled something,
with my cock still her mouth, which sounded like, "Ont Mv!"  Which I
eventually interpreted to mean, don't move, assuming it wasn't a foreign
language, so I held still as she kept me in her hot wet orifice, as she
moved about for some seconds. The instant she touch my little hole again,
in the brief moment that followed I recognized the distinctly silky smooth
feel of baby oil dripping into my crack, as four of her fingers penetrated
my tight entrance.

"Ohhhh Yes! Uh-huh, uh-huuuhhhhh, oooooh fuck!" I managed to squeak out, as
I poised on the brink of blowing a load into my girl's inviting mouth.

"Baby Girl, I almost blew a load in you that time." I said, panting
heavily.

Pulling my hard member from her mouth, she simply said, "Save it for the
baby, Baby!!" and smiled up at me sweetly, putting my tool back in her
mouth.

After another minute or so of her special attention, I felt I was over the
most trying part, and had reasonable control of myself, so I settled in and
enjoyed her undivided attention. Mags was giving my little hole a good
pounding, which I was thoroughly enjoying, when she bit down hard on my
cock. "Ouch!" I yelped. She did it again with more vigor.

"Damn Mags! That really hurts!" I said angrily. To which I heard a muffled
giggle. "She was really getting a kick out of this!" I thought, "The little
sadist!" I grumbled to myself.

Wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the top of my sack at the base of
the shaft, she squeezed hard, pulling it away from my body. There was a
spasm of pain and then a long stream of cum shot down the urethra ejecting
into the back of her throat. Mags moaned excitedly as she yanked my ball
sack again. Surprisingly, another spurt of hot viscous fluid shot out in a
long stream, and I hadn't come. "Wow, that's cool! She can milk me like a
cow without making me come! Super!" I thought elatedly. Again, she went
through the squeeze and yank movement, only this time, as I was
concentrating on the way she was milking me, she pulled a "Me" for lack of
a better term!

Placing the thumb in the palm of her hand, as she started her forward
thrust, she slammed into my opening up to the knuckles. Sucking my cock
ravenously, Mags pulled her hand out before I could react and slammed it
back in, determined to succeed. Fortunately for me, she has very small
hands. On her second attempt, the knuckles that had previously offered some
resistance, caught for a moment as they contacted my love button and then
glided past into my welcoming cavity. She swallowed in surprise as a large
load of cum filled her mouth, forced out by the pressure on my
prostate. Instantly, I knew how Ronnie had felt as she slid into me up to
the middle of her forearm.

"Ooooooh mmyyyy!"  I exclaimed in surprise, "Oooooooh yessssss my little
Cuuuunt! Fuck me with your little arm! It feels so fuckkkinggggg
amazzzzing! PLEASE? PLEASE? I'll do anything!" I shamelessly begged her.

"That's TWO you owe me!" was all I heard as she briefly removed me from her
mouth and then continued.

"There I go fucking up again!" I said to myself, wondering what those two
faux pas were going to cost me, in the future.

Maggie didn't have any mercy on me that night; she pounded my ass furiously
for I don't know how long before she unclenched her hand, and using those
delicate fingers played with the inner lining of my anal cavity. As she
pulled outward her small hand opened in an umbrella-like fashion, allowing
her knuckles and finger tips to exert light pressure on the cavity walls as
she pulled out. To say it was a unique feeling wouldn't do it justice; I
can say it was fricking amazing, and I craved it, after that first
time. Fortunately, Mags loves to take me like that, when we're really
worked up, and Ronnie practically creamed himself the first time he
witnessed her fuck me. By the way, he loves it too, with a slight
variation, which I'll get to sometime!

Mags and I were having the time of our lives when she pulled out of my ass
and promptly slid out from under me. It was great having sex out here,
without a concern in the world, and I was definitely loving the feeling,
and the freedom.

"Hey Baby, roll over on your back." Maggie commanded.

I went down to my stomach and rolled over, looking over at Ronnie, "Crap!
He's slept like a baby through this entire fuck session! Amazing!" I
thought, pleasantly amused.

Mags moved up and straddled my face lowering her adorable hairless pussy to
my mouth, looking down at me as I sucked her clit between my lips in
preparation for eating her tight twat. The eyes are one of the most
expressive features of a person, beside their kiss, and those eyes said it
all, as I rolled her rapidly hardening clit between my lips and tongue. She
is truly a bundle of nerve endings because I've never seen anyone that can
get so aroused, so fast, and orgasm as many times as Maggie.  In no time at
all, those perfect hips were grinding that hairless mound into my mouth. I
reached behind and slid two fingers into her juicy twat. My own cum was
still seeping out of that wonderful little nest and mixing with the juices
that were flowing out of her in increasing quantity.  She had definitely
livened up, grinding her little hole roughly into my mouth, moving her
erect clit in tight little circles. My tongue darted from the clit it was
teasing, deeply into her tunnel, when she grabbed my hair and repositioned
her hole directly over my mouth. The small body straddling my face humped
and ground my face, greedily, as the little moans grew more intense. Taking
the initiative, I swiftly removed my fingers from that sopping twat and
extending three digits, in a cone shape, aggressively shoved them in her
ass without warning. "Payback is a bitch!" I thought smugly, slamming her
ass non-stop.

Predictably, those green eyes rolled back in her head, a wave of spasms
racked that sweet little pussy, contracting around my hard tongue, and her
tiny body jerked involuntarily for long seconds while she silently
climaxed, with the exception of a small grunt that leaked out, as my
fingers violated her little tan hole. Mags looked down at me wearily.

"Fuck me and make me come just one more time! Is that okay?" she asked,
earnestly.

"Of course! I'll make you come as many times as I can." I replied happily.

"Hey Baby, if you get one more out of me you're a God!" she said, smirking
drowsily.

Maggie lay down on the blanket as I rolled to the side. Once she was
comfortable, I quickly moved back between her shapely legs, lay forward and
slipped easily into her waiting pussy. Amorously, she eyed me as I began
the arduous journey to bring this delicate flower once more to height of
pleasure.

"Come here and kiss me, I want to see what we taste like!" she remarked
playfully.

I leaned in and placed my cum soaked face to hers, pushing my tongue deeply
into her mouth. She kissed me for long minutes, and then, catlike, lapped
at my mouth and chin; rolling the tip of her tongue around her lips when
the grooming was completed, purring contently.

Reaching underneath those shapely shoulders, I embraced her supple body,
clasping my hands over the graceful contour of her shoulder line. Holding
that tiny form tightly, I moved roughly within her, grinding into an erect
clit. Mags spoke softly to me, in excited tones, as I entered her over and
over again, that marvelous body opening expectantly to each advance of my
manhood, her demeanor passionate and joyful. Those expressive green eyes
fixed on my features as we moved in unison, intent upon the same goal.  The
corners of her lips slowly curled up as she donned a new determined
expression.

"Do you think you can shove that big thing back in my womb? I want to feel
you come in my "far place" lover." she said empathically.

"Well, you know we got stuck the last time and..." I remarked, before Mags
interrupted.

"Big deal! If you get stuck I'll just sleep on top of you until you go
down." she said casually.

"Davy, do this for me, please?? If I'm pregnant, I'm probably already
there. I'm filled to the brim with you; another load won't make any
difference whatsoever. Honestly, I want you in me there because you make me
feel so good." she finished, waiting silently for me to respond.

"Okay! Okay!  You beautifully, manipulative, piece of very talented ass,
I'll fuck you until you are satisfied! You are one demanding woman!" I
remarked, thinking how close I'd come to her and Ronnie, and how much I
loved them both.

Without a word Maggie grasped her ankles, crossing them behind her head, as
if it were nothing, and lay there waiting for me to plunge into her.

"My God you're limber! Did you learn that as a cheerleader?" I asked,
inquisitively.

"That and seven years of Yoga!" she laughed, a broad smile crossing her
face.

I placed myself atop her little frame, wrapping one arm around her waist
and the other around her shoulders. My shoulders and arms pinned her legs
back, which wasn't necessary since they remained firmly locked behind her
head, in an amazingly inviting fashion, I thought. Yep! It made me hot; as
I thought of all the positions we could make love in now. Bringing myself
back to the business at hand; I lifted my hips and smoothly inserted my
full length into the little auburn haired minx.  Her cervix was barely
touching the tip of my head so I rolled her hips up a bit, and she somehow
contorted her abdominal muscles to allow her lower back to move to
vertical.  This forced me to get to my feet and as I examined the
situation, I got an idea that turned out to be brilliant. It looked too
awkward to try and enter her in that position, so I turned the opposite
direction with her head and feet to my back. I bent slightly placing my
hands on her waist, pushing her hips toward her face and thrust into
her. It wasn't possible to see her expression in that position, just her
sweet pussy staring up at me, but as soon as slammed into her little hole I
went well past the familiar little elastic opening. This was a fantastic
position because it put me well past her cervix, discovering new parts of
the far place. Only this time I wasn't stuck; I was meeting some resistance
as I popped into her womb, it grasping my head as I continued to thrust. My
cock head was hitting her very back wall now, and apparently it must not
have hurt because she was thrashing wildly under me.

Maggie when absolutely nuts when I pushed head long past her far place; she
grunted loudly each time I popped in and out of that tight little
opening. Within minutes my little girl expelled a deep guttural sound,
followed by multiple soft squeaking noises, before her body tensed and
shook, gripping my cock, as she exhaled loudly. To my complete amazement,
my little bundle of passion recovered and spoke almost immediately.

"Davy, please keep fucking my little "cuchie"! Make it sing for me Baby!"
she said, completely serious.

"Okay my little Goddess, I'll see if I can, uh-ah, make it sing Baby!" I
replied somewhat tentatively. "What in the hell does that mean?" I was
thinking, befuddled and bemused by this new "singing" revelation.

Deciding to give it the ole college try, I relentlessly pounded into her
tight hole. Mags had the cutest little grunt when I thrust past her cervix
and I did enjoy hearing it so, but when she combined it with her moaning it
drove me crazy with lust. Always, when she reached that point, it was a
sign of pure pleasure on her part, which doubly excited me. Maggie murmured
something I couldn't make out with my back to her, so I pressed on
determined to give you another wonderful orgasm. The girl was delirious as
she moaned and murmured to herself, and fondled the back of my
thighs. Before I was quite ready, her breathing changed and body began to
tighten, I slowed my pace so we could hopefully climax together. Working
myself deeper inside her, I pushed the head of my cock past the cervix
opening and rapidly moved within her two to three inches, letting my head
pop in and out of her far place, hoping to stimulate Mags to the best
orgasm of the night. I punched in and out of that little opening for many
minutes. Initially, she jerked and bucked wildly, receding into moans of
varying intensity; however, in the final few minutes before orgasm she went
as limp as a rag doll and lapsed entirely into dainty guttural grunts. Then
her most intimate little place began to sing!

The first few high pitched sounds came while I was moving circularly
gyrating in her, as I moved in and out of her love tunnel. High pitched
muffled squeaks began to surface from deep within her pussy as I drove
forcefully into her. Quickening my assault on her little treasure, that
slim, taut, body gradually slackened, bathing her indolent form in
luxurious tranquility, as air squealed from that pleasure palace with every
downward thrust; increasingly a more pronounced timbre emerged from the
little confine. Fascinated, I did my best to make her sing, so to speak,
and was quickly lost in the endeavor; enjoying myself, and the carnal
responses to the attention I was paying to her undulating juicy twat.

In a short while, her pussy slowly tensed as and the moans returned; it was
obvious she was close to another climax. I rose up withdrawing the tip of
my throbbing member right to the pulsing opening, and rammed downward,
faster and faster, repeatedly thrusting into her, as the pressure build in
my groin and my orgasm began to build to crescendo. Her body was awakening,
beginning the initial stages of her upward climb to release. That little
pussy pushed against the wall of my cock as I slid my full length within
her repeatedly. Maggie's passion was building quickly, as was mine, and
judging the time to be right, my fingers found the sopping wet crack of her
ass, and delightedly, I drove four fingers inside of her wet, willing,
opening. Mags jerked spasmodically, pushing forcefully into my advancing
cock, her ass violently gripping my fingers, as she screamed long and loud,
shaking intensely, that small form exploding a cavalcade of multi-orgasmic
ecstasy; her juices flowing freely over my impaled member, the overpowering
physicality of it engulfing her.  My lover's violent eruption, and
subsequent writhing, triggered my orgasm. In my lust, and need to release,
I clinched the upturned hips before me and pounded into her small body with
tremendous force, climaxing deeply in that tiny womb; then continued to
force my stiff member into her limp and unmoving form until the spasms had
ceased, and the remainder of my seed had drained into her most intimate
space. I'm uncertain how many loads I forcibly injected into that petite
little woman, but she loved every ounce of it, as evidenced by her
excitement once I released her abused body.

When I was reasonably certain that the last drop of my white vicious seed
was safely within my lovely Maggie, I ceased my movement and gently laid
her small body on the blanket. She immediately lowered the feet placed
behind her head and set up, pulling my dripping penis into her mouth, and
licking the remaining combined fluids from my softening member. She sucked
and fondled my quickly softening penis with her tongue and lips, drawing
out whatever remained of my sperm. Once my love was satisfied, she lay down
and held out her arms, silently motioning for me to come to her.  Without
hesitation, I lay in those welcoming outstretched arms, her frail body
supporting my weight with a feather-light grace, as she tenderly hugged and
rocked me for long minutes; before placing her still warm lips to mine and
lovingly, once again, touched my soul.

You know the truth of a woman, and her love for you, by the undeniable
fidelity and magnificence of her kiss. Some say the eyes are a window to
the soul; yet, I contend a woman's kiss is the doorway to her heart. While
some, of the female persuasion, may be adept at deceit, misdirection,
falsehoods, and a myriad of other things, with varying degrees of
proficiency; it is a certainty that not one can impart a kiss with an
intensity and genuine sincerity, which does not dwell within her heart. Her
eyes, and words, and body, may deceive; however, where the heart is
concerned, the veracity and candor embodied in the intimacy of her soft
lips, can never beguile. Where love is regarded, her kiss can no more
mislead, than she could betray her own heart.

Warm and comforted, I lay, my head resting between Maggie's breasts; it was
the remembrance of those endearing kisses which occupied my thoughts. While
it was easy, I thought, to accept as genuine, the overriding love manifest
in her embrace and expressions, my thoughts always returned to the
magnificence and purity of her ardor, so aptly conveyed with the tender
caress of those soft pouting lips. Then, as now, her kiss symbolized the
consummate validation of a love that was impossible to express in words;
that conveyance being the quintessential criterion our bond was founded
upon.

"I love you sooo much!" Mags said sweetly, beaming as she hugged me
tightly. "I wish you, and I, and Ronnie, could always be like this." she
said, more to herself then to me.

"A wonderful, yet unrealistic dream; unattainable of course, but she had
enough hope for all of us, why not embrace the naivety." I thought,
soberly, struggling to break the hold of my ingrained cynicism. So, to
nurture Maggie's lighthearted optimism, I took less troubling approach.

"What? You want to lay in the middle of a pasture for the rest of your
life!? What's that about!?" I remarked comically, placing my arms around
her waist.

My petite, innocently sweet, girl just giggled as she slapped her palms
down on my shoulder blades, making a popping sound. Glancing quickly at
Ronnie, I saw no reaction as he slowly rolled over tuning his back to us.

"God! I think he could sleep through a hurricane!" I joked, "That boy can
sleep!" I commented, quietly laughing.

"Oh Yes he can, my Baby! Too much for my liking!" she said, in mock
irritation, giggling and slapping me hard on my back again.

At that, I was up on my elbows and forearms, and face to face with that
little instigator, before she could blink.

"Oooh, you are fast; when you want to be!" Mags, said suggestively, double
entendre written across her face as she grinned maniacally.

Without giving her a chance to get another syllable out of that perfectly
shaped little orifice, my mouth closed over hers, my tongue snaking down
her throat, desperately trying to give that woman the best kiss I could
mentally conjure. I simply recalled the intensity of her lips caress, and
strove to return the love. Maggie draped her arms loosely around neck and
reciprocated with a wonderfully passion example of the
original. Enthralled, with the mutual passion of our kiss, my body
reacted. "Oh my God -- I can't believe this; I'm getting hard again!" I
thought to myself, stunned. Nevertheless, nature being what it is, my body
responded once more to this gorgeous little thing I'd fallen hopelessly in
love with.

My groin pressed directly against hers, so there no way I could hide my
excitement. Amazingly, she didn't seem to notice my rapidly growing member,
which was exerting increasing pressure against her labia. Unsure how Mags
would react to my arousal, I didn't attempt to slide myself into her. She
continued to kiss me passionately, and I her, with gathering intensity,
sensing my head slowly extend past the labia and partially enter the little
opening to her velvet tunnel. Although my hard flesh was sore from the last
day, it felt surprisingly good as I lengthened and expanded in
circumference, slowly marching forward against the parting moistness of her
flesh. Gradually, my hungry member was finding its way to heaven, as I lay
atop her unmoving. She was as hot, wet, and tight, as hours ago, and the
silky smoothness that encompassed my sore member, offered fulfillment as I
creped farther into that dark little place. Still, Mags gave no indication
she knew I was slowly inching into her body.

"You are a horny little devil!" she finally said, grinning and giggling.

"I'm sorry Maggie, I really don't know what came over me. It seems to have
a mind of its own when it comes to you! I know you're tired it's not a
problem, we can go to sleep." I said, apologetically.

"Well, I don't care about that, as long as you come in me, Sailor!" she
laughingly added. "Baby, you fuck me as much as you want, anytime,
anywhere, okay!?" she continued. "I want to wake up and go to bed with you
and Ronnie in me." she said frankly. "I may be a sweet girl to the two of
you, but it doesn't mean I don't like to fuck! So, don't ever apologize for
wanting me or putting you dick in me, ever again!" she said, raising her
voice for effect.

"It would please me to no end if I woke up every morning with one of you
buried in me to the hilt." She said, smiling distantly at something as she
thought.

During her diatribe, so to speak, I had steadily grown inside her and was
quickly approaching a fully erect state. Kissing me once more for long
seconds, Maggie fixed her beautiful emerald eyes on me for several seconds,
and then pulled me to her chest, leaving her arms around my neck. Her head
next to mine, she lightly kissed my ear and whispered, "Let's go nice and
easy this time and make it last. I want us both to come real slow this
time, so we can enjoy each other. How does that sound, Davy??" she asked,
in a reverent manner.

"Oh Sweetheart, that sounds sexy! Anyway I can have you is wonderful!
You're too precious, not to take my time with you." I replied earnestly.

My face pressed to hers, something wet ran down the side of my cheek. I
lifted my head to find her quietly sobbing, but before I could say a word,
she piped up, "Oh, nothing for you to worry about my Love, I'm just really,
really happy." she said, letting the tears flow freely, pulling my mouth to
hers. Mags paused to gaze in my eyes, "David, I truly love you. So much so,
that if you ever left me I'd die! I don't think I could take loosing either
one of you, but you hold a very dear place in my heart. I love you more
than I can every hope to show you. I only hope I can make you happy." Mags
said, with complete conviction in her voice, as her penetrating gaze burn
into me.

"How could you not love this woman!?" I asked myself. "I Do!"  I replied,
silently answering my own question.

"Maggie, they say there's a true love out there for everyone, and if you're
lucky you'll find that person someday. All I can is that I must be blessed
because I've found two!" I replied, appreciatively. Whispering into her ear
as softly as I could, I said, "I also love Ronnie very much, but you too
hold a very special place in my heart. There's some kind of a special bond
between us beyond the love; I felt it tonight when we kissed as we made
love, and I can't deny something miraculous occurred, but I'll be damned if
I know what." I said, puzzled and frustrated by my inability to quantify
what had happened.

"It doesn't matter; we both feel it and we both know it happened." Mags
stated definitively, "What's important is what we do now." she said
determinedly, hugging my neck as if to reassure herself as much as me.

"And don't worry about our bond, connection, whatever you want to call it,
coming between us and Ronnie; he knows you're the one, he sensed it! That's
why he wanted us to meet tonight." she stated, as if it were predestined.

Okay, admittedly I was just a little more than freaked by this revelation,
from a woman I was pretty damn sure I was in love with. It was decidedly
unnerving for someone, like me, that approached every issue
analytically. My brain was not yet ready to accept the mystical qualities
of my lover's belief system. Defensively, I caught myself looking over my
shoulder for an Indian Shaman to magically appear and explain the entire
plotline within the space of a moderate monologue. Didn't happen! The other
shoe didn't drop! So, I shrugged and moved on mentally.

"What does that mean Mags? I mean, I'm the One! It sounds a bit
melodramatic! No offense!" I said, carefully choosing my words, and
blanking my expression. I certainly didn't want to give the impression that
I was mocking her, since she was obviously very serious about this "thing"!

"Oh Crap! I shouldn't have told you that, now you think Ronnie and I are
nutbars!" she blurted out, frustrated with her apparent faux pas.

"No, no, I don't think that. But, you have to admit it sounds a little
farfetched; even if I don't know what the "One" means, it sounds ominous."
I responded, chuckling with mild amusement.

"Ohhhh, fiddlesticks! I knew you were going to react like this! You're as
bad as that sleeping engineer over there!" she remarked with mild
irritation. "I had to work on him for years until he believed!" she said
flatly.

"Believed what, Mags?" I asked, quizzically.

"Why Me of course! Silly!" she retorted, wiggling further onto me.

"OHHH!" I commented, sarcastically.

"Don't you give me "OHHH!" in that tone of voice; future father of my
child!" she retorted. "You'll See smart Alec! Time and circumstance will
prove me to be correct!" she said with steadfast determination, as she
lovingly kissed me.

"What the Fuck? She's not getting away with that! What does the "One"
mean??" I thought. More than a little peeved at being verbally sidestepped.

"Once more Mags, what does the "One" mean?? And don't avoid the damn
question!" I said firmly.

"I can't tell you that right now, it's not the time, but I promise to tell
you when I can. I promise!" she replied, laying on the Southern Baby Doll
innocence, and accent, a bit thick.

"There are a lot of things I can't tell you right now, but it will all
become apparent soon. And then it will make a lot more sense. For now,
please just trust me on this, okay!? Please just trust me a little longer?"
she pleaded, holding me tightly and trembling.

"There are things about me that I can't talk about with you yet, but I
promise, that in time, I'll tell you everything. You have to trust me;
that's all I ask of you. I know you love me, and trust is part of the big
enchilada, so bear with me." Maggie said, putting on her best bedroom eyes,
and halfheartedly attempting to hide the frustration in her voice.

"AND DON'T ASK RONNIE, EITHER!" she snapped, warning me sternly, "I told
him if he tells you anything about this, I'd cut him off, in more ways than
one!!" she said emphatically.

I wasn't quite sure if that was a joke, or not, by the way she said
it. But, one thing was for sure, I was going to ask Ronnie what the devil
was going on, the first chance I got. "There! We'll see who knows what
about whom!" I thought, sighing silently, wondering if the grammar police
would have issued a warrant if I'd committed that last sentence to paper!?
My mind does work in mysterious ways...

It was almost impossible for me to get my mind off of the vague and ominous
words Maggie had spoken. There was a hell of a lot of intrigue in the air,
all attributed to a little country girl. None of it made a damn bit of
sense and it was going to take Ronnie to shed some light on it for me;
assuming he was willing. My train of thought was derailed by the lithe
figure beneath me; "Sweetheart?" she asked sweetly, "Are you going to make
love to me? Or, are you going to fret over that?"  she queried shyly, again
with the soft and demure innocence act. "Uh-huh, and I'm supposed to melt
away because you get all gushy and bat your eyes!? I said to
myself. "Hmmm. Well, she is gorgeous! And, she is willing! I do love her,
and coincidentally my dick is sticking in her at the moment!" I considered
momentarily, "And, it would be a damn shame to waste a perfect moment such
as this!" I managed to rationalize, drawing in closer to that fabulous and
inviting little body.

"I would be an idiot if I didn't take advantage of you in your emotionally
weakened state, so since I'm not an idiot..." my words trailing off, as I
moved unhurriedly within her wriggling, receptive flesh.

Maggie's only response was a subdued girlish giggle. She held me tenderly,
kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders, her tiny hands gently caressing
every inch of skin within arm's reach, sinewy fingers randomly dancing over
the muscles running lengthwise down my back. Stopping at my buttocks, she
lightly, but firmly, squeezed my cheeks and ran her soft, warm, appendages
over and up my hips and sides.

The lingering, thoughtful, manner in which we now made love had a
conspicuous effect on my lover; the love light in those emerald eyes
growing in intensity as I gazed upon her gleaming countenance.  Maggie
progressively took on a totally submissive posture, her body practically
melding to my own, radiating warmth and tenderness with each
caress. Without discernable conscious effort, she opened her body and mind
fully, to my own. Supple and delectable breasts surrendered graciously to
my presence, gracefully abiding my carnal incursion, while willowy arms
fervently encouraged my body's unremitting attention. The assiduous
attention I was lavishing upon my love's diminutive embodiment had arguably
placed her in a highly receptive and docile state of being.

Mags softly fawned and cooed, wriggling sensuously, at my continual
movements within her. The feel of her hot silky flesh, as I moved the
entirety of my shaft leisurely throughout her length, was agonizingly
exquisite. Every fiber of my being shamelessly enjoyed her undulating flesh
and overt desire for me to dominate her physically; that moment where self,
gives way to passion.

 "Ohhh My Love," she cooed, "I am yours; forever! I give myself to you,
body and soul." she said, lost in the throes of deepening love, and abiding
lust.

"Take me; my body is yours to use anyway you want." she gasped languidly,
weakly arching her back as I moved into her.

"Ohhhh God, I love you!" she squeaked, pressing her warm thighs tightly
against my invading legs.

Maggie's shapely legs tightened as a tremor ran through the length of her
small frame, emerald eyes rolling slowly up under their lids, replaced by
solid white orbs; goose bumps raced across her arms and legs as she
devoured the delicious sensation of the micro orgasm. Unlike previously,
she did not rush to meet the pleasure headlong, instead, acceding to it,
savoring the subtleties in its lengthening tendrils as they unfurled,
subjugating every nerve ending of her petite frame with rapturous
sensuousness.

Recovering, she sighed easily and tenderly, her mouth over mine, softly
exhaling into me as our tongues caressed. The natural aroma of her feminine
form, combined with pheromones, and our abundant bodily fluids, was
intoxicating to my senses and tremendously arousing, filling me with
intense desire. To my complete surprise, as we made love I found myself
telling her, "Oh My Maggie, I want to give you a child!" I said tenderly,
in a subdued tone. "I want to make your little belly swell, and your
breasts grow heavy with milk, my love!" I went on, my manhood growing
harder with every word that left my mouth. She gently held me in her
embrace, bringing her knees to her hips, spreading and straightening her
legs into a gymnastic "split", and relaxing; eagerly pulling me further
into her love nest.

"Oh Davy I love you, my sweet wonderful man. You are truly the "One"; we
are all going to be sooo happy together! You just can't imagine how
wonderful it's going to be, all of us together. I will make you both so
happy...!" she cooed, clinching my hard tool with her sharply contracting
vagina.

"Ooooh! Oooooh!" she cried, joyfully, "Oooh, that's a nice one!" she
exclaimed, nuzzling my neck as her little body softly constricted.  Her
micro orgasms and the subdued convulsions were seriously arousing me; I
lost all my inhibitions, cares, and worries, and focused solely on the
luscious receptive woman before me. Looking down, our green eyes met, and I
was instantly drawn down into a bottomless emerald pool of all-consuming
passion. Lost and helpless, caught in that loving and compassionate gaze, I
would have given her ten children if she'd asked. The truth was slowly
dawning on me that I would do anything for her and Ronnie, as they would
have for me. From that moment on, I never again questioned the validity of
my feelings for either one of them.

"Another bridge has been crossed." I thought absently, not understanding my
own conclusion, until much later.

Still nuzzling my neck, Mags ran her hands down and around my sweat drench
lower back and cheeks. "Do I excite you my Darling?" she asked, genuinely
curious about my feelings for her.

"Maggie, how can you ask that!?" I said, indignant, "I've been completely
erect all night, and I've come in you more times than I can count! What do
you think!?" I said rhetorically.

"You can make me come by looking me, my studly Pooh Bear; I just want to
make sure you're happy with me! That's all! I just need to know you want
me, for something more than this body, my Love. I need you to want ME." she
said, using her arms to encourage me further into her little hole.

"Ahhh! There it was; finally, I was beginning to understand her
apprehension. Someone had done a job on this thoroughly wonder woman. It
had screwed up her perception and obviously her self-worth is shot to hell
also. "What kind of evil asshole could do something like that to such a
wonderful soul?" I asked myself, hoping I had the opportunity to meet him
someday.

"Mags, don't ever worry about me being happy with you, ever! Baby or no
baby, I'm here to stay unless you run me off." I said firmly. "God woman,
how do I prove to you that I love you for, well YOU, damn it!" I
quipped. "Now! About that baby...!" I remarked, my voice trailing off as I
pushed deeply into her velvet womanhood.

"Will you still want me when I'm pregnant?" she asked, earnestly expecting
a response.

Pausing, I looked deeply into those emerald pools of tenderness, and said,
"I'll always want you, dear lovely woman. You are my alpha and omega for
women; the one and only woman I will ever love."

She kissed me sweetly, looked at me longingly and added, "You may sleep
with others, but I better be the only one you love, you little devil!"

I shrugged, not really know what to say to that, but in my mind, she was
the "One"!

With that, her head dropped down and resumed nuzzling my neck. Maggie
nibbled and cooed little nothings, which were impossible for me to make out
with her mouth buried in the nape of my neck.  It was apparent to me that
whatever she was saying was for her ears alone, so I just enjoyed her
closeness. Sheathed inside this amazing little woman, I was surprised at
how wet her tiny pussy had become. Her juices were literally streaming from
my balls when I pushed into her body.

"Gee Maggie, you are unbelievably wet! It feels fantastic!" I said,
admiringly.

"Really!?" she said in surprise, "Oooh, I'm so happy you like it Baby!" she
said excitedly. "I may have squirted a little since I've been having a lot
of those wonderful little orgasms, while you make love to me." she
exclaimed. "You just make me so damned hot, I can't help myself! And, I
love those little things because I can keep having them as long as you stay
in me like this." she said, beaming up at me happily.

"Oh Honey, I'll make love to you as long as you like! You are my little
Goddess, and this is one of the ways I can make you happy." I said,
grinning broadly as I gave her a peck on the lips.

"You're too good to me Davy; I really don't deserve it you know, but I love
you for it!" she said petulantly.

I'd had about enough of that self-debasing attitude from this amazing
little woman, and the time was now or never if I was going to say
something.

"Don't you ever say that to me again, Maggie!" I said, irritably, "I love
you, and you deserve every good thing that can possibly happen to you,
period! So, I don't ever want to hear you denigrate yourself in front of me
again! Okay!?" I stated, resolutely, glaring at her still form.

Not waiting for a response, I kissed my auburn haired Goddess deeply, and
when I finished, she surprised me by demurely replying, "I'm sorry
David. Please forgive me?" she begged, cowing as if she expected to be
punished for something. "You don't understand..." she began, "God! I'm just
not prepared to talk about this with you right now, Sweetheart. I just
can't, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, equally angry and apologetic.

Seeing the obvious pain in the eyes I said, "No need Mags, we'll talk about
it when you're ready, and not before. It's obviously very upsetting, so
don't worry about it. Whatever it may be is not going to change my feelings
for you, so it can wait until you are comfortable talking about it." I
commented, dryly.

I felt a chill as Maggie looked up at me with terror filled eyes, weeping
uncontrollably now.

"Don't be so sure it won't change the way you look at me, for one! And two,
I will NEVER feel comfortable talking about it, EVER!!" she said
pathetically, taking rapid deep breaths between the uncontrollable sobs.

"Oh my God Baby! It's okay. It's okay." I said soothingly, trying to
comfort her with a reassuring voice, as she wept loudly, in my arms.

Her overpowering reaction caught me completely off guard. "My Love, please
calm down and remember that I love you, that's all that matters
now. Nothing in the past will ever come between us, I promise you that!?" I
said softly, hugging her tightly to me.

"It's a difficult..." she began, sniffling, "difficult thing for me to
think about, much less discuss Sweetheart." she said, dejectedly. "I love
you very, very much; as long you know that, I don't give a damn about the
rest!" she exclaimed, dolefully.

"Okay! Now put it out of your mind my Love." I said, "Let's make a baby!" I
suggested cheerily, hoping to take her mind off what must have been a
horrible subject. "One day, I'm going to have to deal with this, whatever
it is." I said ominously to myself.

"Oh Yes, please, can we once more!? I'd love to my Darling!" Mags replied,
her old self springing back to life.

"Now, that's more like it!" I exclaimed mirthfully, still troubled by her
distress over this unknown problem.

Mags moved her legs back into a "split" and drew me down, my hard member
gliding smoothly into her silky treasure. "Oh my God, she feels sooo good!"
I thought, elatedly. My little darling knew precisely what I was thinking
as she studied my face; "You feel wonderful too; soon to be father of my
children!" she softly stated, as if fact. The woman had a way of touching
me in places that no one else could. Let's be honest; here I was willingly
attempting to impregnate her, despite every logical thought in my brain
screaming out at me to be sensible. On the other hand, I was truly
flattered that she desperately wanted ME to be the father of her children!
I mean, seriously, if you think about it for a second, any woman asking you
to father her children is a tremendous honor. It was gratifying that this
beautiful woman would even consider sleeping with me; much less ask that I
father her child. On the other hand; the awesome responsibility associated
with children was another matter altogether, and something I didn't want to
think about right now. Unfortunately, I was exactly what it seems like,
confused.

It really didn't matter as far as I was concerned because, at this point, I
was fully committed. There was enough white sticky seed in her right now to
crew an aircraft carrier. No matter; I was resigned to the fact that I
actually loved her and would be happy if she were to be pregnant. My mother
on the other hand, would be furious with me, but she'd get over it. I know
her, she'd love the baby regardless. Mike, my stepdad was another issue,
but I could give a damn!

"Whoa!" I thought, "What are you doing? She's not pregnant yet, so don't
sweat it until you have to!" I said to myself, calmly and logically
reassessing the situation.

Maggie's little bodily contractions snapped me back to reality; she was
squeezing me firmly with those amazing vagina muscles, and that slim body
was jerking more noticeably now. Looking down the length of her body, I
watched taut abdominal muscles ripple like a wave as the spasms continued;
hopelessly fascinated with every facet of her perfect body. She called out
to me; I raised my eyes to hers, as she spoke.

"Davy, you feel so damn wonderful, I'm just coming one right after the
other. For God sakes don't stop what you're doing! I don't want this ever
end! Ooooh yessss! This is going to be a good oneeeeee...!" she mumbled,
the last of her words trailing off, unintelligible.

Mags never moved except to wriggle and contort as the orgasms swept over
her; she laid there absorbing the pleasure like a sponge, making her body
available for my use, and her satisfaction, as it were. You could say she
just lay there and took it! Truthfully, my cock was thoroughly enjoying her
little twat. She had gone from being incredibly wet to deliciously smooth
and creamy. The sensation of her undulating tunnel was beyond erotic; that
pussy secreting copious quantities of viscous, creamy, translucent,
cum. Gliding, slowly and effortlessly, inside her hidden treasure, the
silken folds of her womanly flower encompassing the rigid soft flesh of my
manhood, was incomparable. Concentrating on the rapture of her wonderfully
delicate bloom, as it spread anticipatorily for me, I tensed and shot a
load of thick fluid deep within her before I realized what had happened. It
felt to be a nice quantity that flowed into her womb; however, I didn't
come, so I thrust deeper to draw out the remaining seed in my tool.

"Oh Baby, tell me you didn't come!? I wanted you to fuck me longer." she
said, disappointed.

"No my little cock hungry Goddess, I didn't! That was just a prelude." I
said proudly.

"Oh thank God!" she quickly remarked, "I want more of you, my big fucking
Eveready Man!"

We made passionate love for many hours, leisurely screwing each other's
brains out. That's just the facts Ma'am! As they say. Mags lay in widening
pool of our combined cum, that had been forced out of her love channel, and
ran down her crack onto the blanket. She didn't give a damn! That woman was
so passionate and turned on, we could have screwed on a bed of nails and
she wouldn't have noticed. Over the hours that we lay there enjoying each
other's body, I spurted, leaked, seeped, and oozed a large amount of cum
into my girl. Maggie's cunt was very sensitive; it was apparent that she
could feel the sperm as I shot it deeply within her. She was constantly
urging, prodding, and begging for more of my cum. The more I put in her
little hole the more she asked for. The little girl came, and came, and
came as we fucked. She had to be exhausted from the trauma the orgasms
inflicted upon her body alone, but you'd never know it by the way she
greedily squeezed my cock with that pussy, or hugged and kissed me. It all
came to a head, so to speak, early the next morning.

"Ooooh My Baby!" she was saying, "I feel the big one coming! Please tell me
you can come!? I want you to come with me." she said, hopefully.

"Oh, I can come my little girl." I said breathing heavily.

"Baby!?" she said, "Now don't go faster in me when you start to come, okay?
I want you to come in me very slowly, just like I'm going to come for you,
okay??" she asked, expectantly.

"UH-HUH!" I replied lazily, deeply into her, and my impending orgasm. It
was going to be bigger than I thought if what my body was telling me was
any indication.

"Okay Sweetheart! You just give it all to Momma when you're ready, and I'll
come with you." Mags said, very sweetly.

Well, that was exactly what was going to happen regardless. Trying hard to
control my release, I stroked her pussy at a constant pace, until my balls
began to feel the pressure of the build up, and drew up against my body in
preparation for a nice discharge. Feeling the orgasm building with the
pressure behind my balls, I unconsciously increased my rhythm into her hot
creamy tunnel. Maggie instantly grasped both cheeks with her hands.

"Whoa, slow down Honey!" she said in a calm soothing voice, "Now just move
a little slower and let your orgasm flow over you and come to me. Keep
moving just like this and let it flow out of you and into me; don't try to
shove it in me. It'll be a lot more intense, and last longer, if you don't
force it, you'll see." She remarked, calm and collected, as if giving
instruction on learning how to drive a car.

That cool and focused demeanor of hers, had the desired effect; she was
able to calm me down, which extended the time it took for me come around
again to the brink of exploding in her. My baby was amazing as she helped
me focus, and really enjoy a mind blowing orgasm with her.

"Okay Baby, I can feel you, and you're about to come aren't you?" she asked
expenctantly.

"UH-HUH... Ummm, yes my love! Almost thereeee!" I replied, with increasing
difficulty.

"That's fine my Love, keep it slow and don't change your rhythm." she said,
an edge and eagerness to her voice now.

I knew she was right there with me when I said, "Oh my Lord, it's all yours
you beautiful, sexy, little piece of ass! Take it all Cunt!" I cried out,
my orgasm at the point of ripping me apart.

That was the very last thing I was capable of verbalizing, as an incredible
orgasm racked my body. It took every ounce of strength and will I had to
keep from just thrusting hard into her tight cunnie, but I did as
instructed, and it was wonderful. No! It was more like un-fucking
believable!

"Oh my big baby maker, I'm commmming with yooooouuuu!" she said, her voice
ragged as her voice trailed off.

When we came together it was like nothing that had gone before. My sperm
flew through my groin at light speed, but this time, I didn't try to assist
my release by bearing down and increasing my thrusts; I simply moved within
her body slowly, as she asked, never changing my pace, or bearing down to
ejaculate harder. As Maggie says, it's the simplest things that are the
hardest to discover, and perform. The simple act of controlling my rhythm,
as I came, made an unbelievable difference in the quality of our mutual
sexual experience.

 Maggie did indeed climax with me, almost at the same exact moment. I know
because her vagina muscles went into overdrive and began a rippling effect
from vagina opening to cervix, that only Maggie can perform. The first of
my sticky essence started to flow into her womb at about the same
instance. Mags, gulped large mouthfuls of air as she stilled her petite
frame, save for the violently rippling abdominal and vagina muscles. She
shook and trembled, ebbing and flowing with her orgasm, as large globs of
sperm flowed into her well lubricated honey pot. Between clinched teeth,
she managed to gasp out, "Iiiii cann feeeeellll yooouuu cummmmmmng Babeeee,
Iiiiii wanntttt iiiiiiitttttt aaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllll, Goddd!
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

With Mags massaging my fleshy tube with those very capable love muscles, I
continued my established rhythm within her perky, thoroughly saturated,
vagina. My sperm was more accurately, flowing out of me, than spurting, and
to my astonishment, my lover was correct; cum was almost continuously
flowing out of my body, in diminishing quantity, for close to thirty
seconds. The truly remarkable part of my story is that I experienced
sustained orgasms for about two minutes, and then, post orgasm spasms for a
number of minutes after the more intense orgasms had subsided. Oh my God,
it was wonderful! Maggie made it doubly so, as we lay together for five
minutes feeding off of each other's orgasmic contractions. She'd have a
spasm, which caused a cascade effect that kept mine going, mine coming back
around and rolling over her, causing a new round to begin. We lay together
coming with each other for five minutes or so, and it was the most
incredible five minutes of my life up until then. It took us both another
five minutes, or so, to recover enough to move; and before I had the
strength to roll off of her, onto my side.

Laying on my right side, leaning languidly against her body, I said, "Oh my
God, my Love, that was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced. Oh
Baby, I love you!" I said, emotionally drained, tears of joy and exhaustion
falling onto her breasts.

Through the wavering vision my tears created, I looked wearily at
Maggie. She lay on her back one arm still around my neck, eyes very wide,
shallowly breathing through her gaping mouth. It was hard to tell if she
was in shock, or just agog.

"Mags are you alright?" I asked, tentative. There was no response, just the
sound of her soft breathing. "Maggie, are you alright??" I asked again,
more urgency in my voice.

"Uuummm?" she murmured, smacking her lips in a dry fashion, as if awakened
from a deep sleep.

"Would you like some water Baby??" I asked her, devotedly.

"Hemmm, hemm." she coughed, clearing her throat. "Hem, ahhh, no my Love."
she squeaked out hoarsely, lapsing back into an unresponsive state.

Patiently, I lay alongside her waiting for some sign of cognition.  A few
minutes passed before she picked her left leg up and draped it over mine,
and raised her knee, spreading her right leg outward. My little angel was
still looking up at the stars when she ran her right hand down her sweat
slick chest and abdomen, resting it on her hairless little mound. Mags
briefly rubbed her little clit with her middle fingers, and then moved
further down feeling her labia. She must have been pleased with the amount
of cum flowing out of her because she smiled broadly still looking up into
an ebony night sky. The two middle fingers of her hand slipped effortlessly
into her wet entrance, where she worked them around for five or ten seconds
before slowly bringing her dripping fingers up and directly into her
waiting mouth; inserting the two sopping middle fingers, and greedily
sucking them clean, licking her palm and the back of her hand. Once more
she delved into her little cunt and worked those dainty fingers for some
seconds before extracting them; guiding those dripping fingers to my
mouth. "Taste us, love of my life, flesh of my flesh, now! We taste
exceptional!" she said, admiringly.  Without hesitation, I parted my lips
to receive her. Placing four fingers between my lips, I gently closed over
her tiny fingers, delicately massaging them with my hungry tongue, sucking
and cleaning each one in order. She slowly removed her finger from my mouth
and spoke.

"David." she said absently.

"Yes my Love?" I replied quizzically.

"You are a fantastic lover! That was without question, the most intense and
incredible experience of my life. I am so content right now I could float
away. I feel as light as feather. My God! You are wonderful!" she said awe
struck, lightly rubbing her lower abdomen above her womb.

"It took both of us, my little Goddess, to make that happen; it wasn't just
me, Baby Girl!!" I corrected her.

"Bull! she retorted, I just laid there and took what you gave me! And you
gave me a hell of a lot! There must be a gallon of you in me right now."
she said, laughingly, hugging herself below her breasts.

"Well, I don't know, let me see!" I said jokingly, as I quickly jumped down
between her legs and started eating her pussy playfully. I didn't expect
she was up for any more sex tonight; I just wanted to eat her. "Damn!" I
said, sucking on her little clit, "We do taste good Baby!" I remarked,
lapping her labia.

The best laid plans of course... I wanted to get a taste of her sweet pussy
and then we'd cuddle and go to sleep. My enjoyment of her womanhood left me
sucking her little clit and lips a little too long. Maggie's bent legs came
to rest on my back before I even noticed her clit had hardened and was
fully erect. "Well," I thought, "I'm not going to leave her wanting after
all of this, and it does give me a good excuse to eat this wonderful cunt!"
I said to myself, amused, the tip of my tongue rolling around the delicate
folds of those lips, darting in and out of her dripping opening. Her
breathing increased rapidly as my hands caressed her taut abdomen and the
inside of those soft milky thighs.  Surrounding her clit with my lips, I
quickly sucked the hard little button between them, rolling it around with
my tongue, as I sucked on it inside my mouth. Scraping the base of that
little pleasure point with my teeth, I bit down, letting it slip back out
of my suctioning mouth, past my lips.

After a few minutes of loving stimulation, her hips began to meet my mouth
as I teased the little cherry. Low moans escaped her mouth, as I inserted
my love muscle deeply into her opening, moving my little pleaser in and
out, and then back, sucking her lips and clit. When her hips began
responding more forcefully; she was lowering them from my mouth, when I bit
down firmly just behind her little erect nerve. Mags jerked wildly, but
didn't scream; instead she pulled my head roughly into her pussy. This time
I bit down harder, causing her thighs to close around my head, pining me
with a vice-like grip, between those soft strong thighs, and squeezing very
hard. Bringing my hands down from her abdomen, I cupped her small cheeks,
holding the pubic area slightly elevated, and licked gently to the outside
of her labia and just inside her labia minor. Maggie responded by grinding
her lips into my face, and humping my tongue.  Quickly, I shifted my tongue
upward to her clit and sucked it in; she moaned loudly, spreading wide her
thighs, giving me the opportunity to again bite down hard behind her juicy
little button, as I slammed three finger into her dripping ass, stroking
that little butt hole as fast, and hard, as I could. I knew she would come
immediately! And, I was right!

"Oooooooh Godddddddddddddddd, Dav...!" she tried to say, as her hips bucked
violently, flying up off the ground, her entire body tensing like a coil,
and stayed suspended in that position; I ate, and finger fucked her to
another satisfying orgasm, in seconds. She remained fixed in that pose for
fifteen seconds or, then exhaled loudly for a long moment, and collapsed,
all four of her limbs spread wide, as if invisibly staked to the ground,
immobile.

Picking up a canteen that was next to us, I took a long drink of the cool
water and handed it to Maggie. After a moment she propped up on one elbow,
took the canteen from me, and drank plentifully.  She handed it back and I
took another drink and corked it, laying it aside. Moving next to Mags, I
pulled the top blanket over us and gently massaged her sweat covered
breasts, abdomen, mound, and upper thighs. She relaxed under my touch and
nuzzled my shoulder; looking up at me, out of nowhere, she remarked, "My
Love, I'll live with you anytime, anywhere, but the three of us have to
stay together."  "Of course!" I replied, "I wouldn't have it any other way!
We're the three amigos! We're Bob Hope, Dorothy Lamour, and Bing Crosby -
Three for the Road! You can't split us up!" I said comically.

She gazed into my eyes once more, rolled on her side, placing her back to
me, "Would you hold me? I want to spoon with the love of my life and fall
asleep in your arms. Please??" she pleaded, rubbing against me.

"Like you have to ask?" I replied, sarcastically, "I was counting on it!
One condition!" I quipped. "What is it my Love?" she asked, puzzled, "We
make love again in the morning!" I said, smiling broadly.

"Like YOU have to ask??" she retorted, aping my sarcasm, "I was counting on
it!" she quipped, aping my previous remark. "The only question is who, gets
in whom, first!?" she said, laughing wearily.

Sliding in behind this incredibly sweet woman, I matched the outline of her
petite frame with my own, donning that picture of perfection like a
glove. Slipping my right arm under her neck and across one breast, my hand
cupped her opposite side, just below the left breast.  Draping my left arm
over that tiny waist, and sliding a hand in the curve between her hips and
rib cage; with both arms I hugged her tightly to me, relaxing my hold as
her responsive body melted into mine. That small lithe form radiated great
warmth for its size, as she squirmed gently back into me, securing a
comfortable cuddling position, and softly cooing, "Sweet dreams, my Love."
as she immediately drifted into sleep. Surprisingly, although tired, sleep
eluded me as I lay savoring the feeling of our bodies intimately joined,
soaked with sweat, and a comingling of our fluids. With every breath, the
natural perfume of her feminine form, and pungent aroma of sex, permeated
my nostrils. Like a fine wine I took in her bouquet, rolling it over my
tongue, delighting in the olfactory sensation, and allowing it to wash over
me; her scent sweet and intoxicating.

The loving little woman lying in my arms had taught me a great deal that
night, as Ronnie had before her; lessons about life, love, relationships,
and most importantly, people. Whether Maggie was aware at the time of the
breadth of her indomitable fingerprint upon my soul is difficult to say;
we've never felt a need to discuss that which could not be verbalized, only
experienced. What can be said is that I was aware of crossing yet another
bridge in my burgeoning lifelong pilgrimage. And, traversing a world I'd
discovered merely days before, ventured blindly down an unfamiliar road,
either through circumstance or fate, and ambled headlong into an ever
expanding universe of possibilities.

The road I've chosen, I thought ominously, may prove to be long and
arduous, and fraught with ambivalence; where it would lead I hadn't a clue,
though I was confident I would not face alone whatever trials were yet to
come. And, contemplating the immeasurable unknowns that lay ahead, there
was solace in knowing "the two" would be there with me, the power of our
love sustaining and strengthening us, ultimately coalescing and evolving,
culminating in the Power of Three; the three lovers; three friends; the
supreme "Triquetra", Three as One! Three for the Road...

And I, the third of the three; well, I... I lay, sensing, without hearing,
the low growl of distant rolling thunder, in a cloudless night sky, unable
to comprehend this portent, and slept a fitful sleep.



The series will continue with: The Long Hot Summer -- The Gathering Storm