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Maggie in Season Pt. 3
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Maggie in Season Pt. 3  Maggie in Season Pt. 3 Maggie was squatting in front of me, hands braced on my thighs. Her very red lips seemed swollen and were parted still with the pink kitten tongue. My cock strained toward her like on a tight rein. I couldn’t imagine what it looked like to her. For once it looked huge to me. I had been told it was big before. I just assumed girls always said that. Maybe because it was Maggie it registered on me it was big. I reassured myself she almost certainly not a virgin. I’m not sure Maggie was a virgin when she was a virgin. And she did like horses. Stupid things to be thinking with her feral mouth so close to my cock, but there they were. As if to add insult to injury my cock pulsed, bobbed its head up and down like a fighting the bit, and another heavy worm of pre cum escaped. Maggie’s tongue flicked out and caught it not even brushing the prepuce as if aware even that would have been too much for me. She stood as if to get temptation out of her way. I watched her body rise, her breasts inches from me. When she was again looking in my eyes, I took the wet soapy rag from her and touched it to the upper curve of her breasts. She sighed a little and her eyes slitted. I washed her as she had me, wide circles out and smaller circles in. She arched to my touch like a cat. It hadn’t really occurred to me until that moment that I would be giving pleasure to Maggie. The concept was almost more exciting than her pleasuring me. I soaped her breasts. I did not soap them alone, I may have lingered there. The nipples were already turgid, where they had been like the tips of her little fingers jutting out, now they were dark with the blood filling them and jutting up like thumbs.  I moved down her belly. I was very close to her. The widening circles began to dampen the edge of the sable patch. She pushed against my hand with a swaying motion as if following the circular movement of the wash cloth. I could only think of a cobra swaying as the fakir moved his<b> flute. </font></b>I came even closer reaching behind her to soap her back, her breasts mashed against me, nipples poking me light small cocks. My cock was wedged up against her belly weeping salty tears to mix with the soap and run down to that sable forest. I soaped down that long curve of spine to the top of her buttocks. I looked down over her shoulder and saw a stream of soapy water run down the crack of her ass and disappear with the inward curve. This must be what men thought to see fearing they could sail off the edge of the world. I moved the washcloth is slow circles over her buttocks; those buttocks that fit to a saddle like born in it. They relaxed and fell slightly apart when I pressed the washcloth between them. The recess between them was warm and inviting, and in my minds eye I saw a narrow wedge in the rocks opening into a dark tight dank cave. As she had done me I slid down the length of her body, pausing only to briefly nip at her breasts with my teeth. She tried to grab my head and pull it to her when my teeth grazed the spongy flesh, but I evaded her. I was virtually nose to pussy as I soaped her legs, those powerful thighs that gripped a so tightly she seemed part of it were smooth as silk. It had never really occurred to me Maggie shaved her legs or did all those girly things. I worked down and up and down again then the same but on the inside. She opened her legs slightly, and I sensed the tension in her from toe to nose tip, a quivering the way a nervous mare did before she was bred. I think if I had grazed her pussy lips with the back of a finger she would have forced my whole hand up in her heat. I could see how her belly fluttered, I could hear her breath shudder from her parted lips. Pulling her toward me with both hands I leaned my face into the soft sable wrapped darkness of her. Her rich scent filled my nostrils, the heat almost seared my lips. Her legs fell away as if to pull up inside of her and swallow me. I flicked my tongue lightly barely brushing the very edge of her inner lips. She was already open, long past sucking and feeding on the heavier out lips. I pushed my tongue up in her and felt that ring of muscle inside of her and the ragged edge of the wounded hymen. Soapy hands tangled in and pulled my hair drawing my face deeper into her. My nose brushed the small bundle of nerves beneath the hood as I moved up deeper in her well. My face was wet with her juices. As my tongue slipped from her she tried to grasp it with that ring of muscle. I knew it ached for something more substantial. Not yet. My turn to say not yet. My tongue butterflied the swollen projection pushing out from the hood. Her entire body fluttered with it. I teased, long and slow broad licks barely touching and rapid flickering licks that forced her up on her toes and forward trying to force more solid contact. Then I took her clitoris between my lips, sucked meaningfully on it, and grazed it with my teeth before I bit it once sharply but not hard. Fuuuuucccccckkkk ... she said, shoving forward into and down on my face. She was slow to catch her breath. as I slid up her body until my lips were almost touching hers. She felt unsteady on those long legs that had been so coltish only a few years earlier. The game was more serious for her than she had expected when she began. Damn, she whispered, you got a tongue like a tallywhacker. It was incongruously sexy, vulgar, silly, and much younger than she wanted me to think. I shut her up with my lips on hers. Tongues twined, and she nipped the tip of mine with her teeth. I pulled her close, one hand squeezing a breast and then twisting the extended nipple. I had never been this rough before, but I had never been with Maggie. She didn’t want technique or style, she wanted contact, she wanted sex, fucking not lovemaking. My hand deserted her breast and moved lower, Along the concave waist, over the swell of the convex belly. into the sable heat, over the swollen mons, into the sucking parting lips. She sucked my fingers up inside of her to the last knuckle. She was a furnace inside it stung like tiny nettles. Her juices ran down my hand. No, not ran, flowed. She pressed down as if to take my whole hand inside her, and one of her hands was throttling my pulsing cock. Mount me, she grunted into my ear, breed me!  To Be Continued ...  Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.  |
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Steaming hot today Rake.. Was busy yesterday hugs V Tongue action nothing better is there ? Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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Steaming hot today Rake.. Was busy yesterday hugs V Tongue action nothing better is there ? Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Thanks for sharing! Unless something changes it should run at least two more installments. I know I'm an awful tease, but that is my style in and out of bed. Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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