Authors: Unknown
Maggie tried to muffle her cry as her womb contracted with her orgasm, her thighs tightly gripping the pillow.
She relaxed completely after the hard waves rolled through her, sated and exhausted after a night of very little sleep. Soon her breathing was even, and she slept soundly, with no dreams to trouble orarouse her.
* * * * *
The last few days had seen a return to normalcy in the house, albeit with an underlying layer of tension—sexual tension. Phillip had not returned to her bed yet because she had been having her monthly courses, cursing the timing, while at the same time happy for the chance to think without undue influence.
Jonathan had retreated behind a mask of casual flirtation and indifference, similar to his prior behavior.
But always, just out of sight, was the knowledge he wanted her, wanted to treat her like his wife.
Her courses had ended, however, and she desperately wanted to fuck. She was ashamed at the carnal desires fighting for control of her mind and body. She wanted both men so much, alone, together, she didn’t care, as long as someone’s cock fed her ravenous pussy.
She was almost mad with pent-up passion. She desired Jonathan until she ached with it. She imagined his cock was big from what she’d seen through his breeches. She hadn’t realized how much she wanted him until the possibility of having him became a reality. Was this uncontrollable desire somehow a betrayal of Phillip?
Maggie’s thoughts so consumed her she didn’t hear the door open. When Jonathan came in he was about to say something but Maggie’s deep sigh stopped him. She was unaware of his presence, so he quietly closed the door and watched her.
She was leaning far over the table, trying to get something just out of reach. Her legs were spread, the toes of one foot perched on the floor, the other foot raised slightly off the ground as she reached. As he watched, she looked for a moment as if she would put the knee of her raised leg on the table and crawl over it to what she needed. Bent over the table as she was, it was no wonder Jonathan immediately pictured her naked in that position, his cock burrowing into her hot, wet, pussy. Without conscious
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thought he walked silently across the floor.
He came up behind her stealthily, as if hunting an unpredictable prey. When his hands came to rest lightly on her hips, she squealed in surprise and stumbled as she tried to spin around on one foot. Jonathan caught her to him, her back pressed to his front, as she found her footing.
“Jonathan! Oh my, you frightened me!” Maggie laughed at her reaction, her heart racing.
She clutched his forearms wrapped around her waist, unknowingly unleashing a tide of desire in Jonathan. Her scent was all around him, her lush bottom pressed intimately against him, his hands resting on the slight, warm mound of her belly. He couldn’t speak at first, the lust was so overpowering. He closed his eyes, lowering his head in an attempt to bring it under control, but his nose came to rest in her hair, and as he inhaled deeply, it was like oil on an open flame.
When Jonathan showed no signs of releasing her, but instead lowered his head and breathed deeply, his arms tightening around her, Maggie’s heart began to race for another reason. Her nipples became hard and insistent against the soft muslin of her shift, and moisture pooled between the folds of her pussy. She so desperately wanted to make love withhim, it didn’t take much to ignite her body.
“Jonathan?” she questioned in a whisper.
Jonathan stepped back slightly, and Maggie nearly whimpered in frustration.
“Let me in, Maggie,” Jonathan whispered in her ear as his hand smoothed down over her hip in a slow, firm,sensual caress. He was so close behind her, the heat of his body radiated off hers, but only his hand touched her. “I just want to love you, Maggie, to please you,” he continued as his fingers bunched up the fabric of her skirt. He began slowly, slowly inching it up her leg, exposing her ankles to the cool air of the room.
Jonathan’s teeth gently nipped her earlobe, and Maggie’s breath hitched in her throat. Dear God, what was she doing? What about Phillip? “Jonathan, no,” she said weakly, finally moving as her hand brushed ineffectually at his as it pulled up her skirt another inch.
“Maggie, yes,” he breathed more than spoke directly into her ear, the heat and moisture of his breath causing her to shiver deliciously.
“I can’t,” Maggie whispered brokenly. “I want to, but I can’t.” Maggie’s voice stopped on a quiet sob of pleasure as Jonathan finally pulled her skirt to her waist and his hand touched the skin of her hip through her filmy shift.
The touch seemed to galvanize Jonathan, and he leaned fully against her, pulling her hips back as he bent his legs and nestled the firm, hard length of his manhood in the hot crease of her bottom.
“Oh God!”Maggie cried out, trying to stifle the sound but unable to stop herself. Instinctively she bent forward slightly, pushing herself more firmly against his erection.
Jonathan’s head bent and he kissed the side of Maggie’s neck where it sloped to meet her shoulder. His mouth was open and wet and hot, and he gently suckled her skin before pulling back and giving the area a slow lick. He was rewarded by a long, low moan from deep in Maggie’s throat.
“Why? Why can’t you?” he asked her in that deep, mesmerizing way he had, seducing her with the
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sound of his voice.
Maggie was lost. The feel of him on her skin—his hand, his mouth, his voice—all combined to make her pussy ache with the need to be filled by him. Rather than beg him to stop, she wanted to beg him to take her here, hard and fast and deep. Oh God, this was what they had reduced her to.
Just then Jonathan’s other hand moved and slid over her breast, cupping it and kneading it firmly while he rotated his palm against her distended nipple. Maggie felt the rush of hot liquid slide from her pussy, making it burn and throb with desire.
“No,” Maggie whispered, shaking her head even as it fell back against Jonathan’s shoulder. “No, no, no.” Her protest became another deep moan as Jonathan increased the pressure on her breast and licked the inner folds of her ear, sliding up and down behind her, his cock a glorious firm pressure against her bottom.
“Jonathan,” she moaned. His name on her lips brought her briefly back to her senses. “Phillip…” she began. Her breath was coming in pants now, breathy little gusts of air that pushed her breast more firmly into his palm and made her lightheaded.
“Phillip wants this, Maggie,” he told her softly, his right hand sliding from her hip to the front of her drawers. “His deepest wish is that the three of us share this kind of pleasure.” He undid the tie of her drawers and they slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles.
Maggie’s breath left her in a rush as she felt the cool air on her wet, hot pussy.
Oh God
, she thought,
Jonathan, touch me
!
Please touch me
! But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words aloud. She knew if she allowed this, there would be no turning back. She would be accepting a relationship that a mere few weeks ago would have been abhorrent to her, unthinkable.Now she craved it, desired it with her whole being. She lowered her head to rest on her arms, crossed on the tabletop. She could no longer resist and gave herself up to Jonathan’s direction.
“Yes, Maggie, yes,” Jonathan crooned. “Just let me take care of you.” He pulled his hands around to her bent back and slowly ran them down over her buttocks as he knelt behind her. “Let me take these off, Maggie,” he whispered, lifting first one foot then the other as he pulled her drawers out of the way. He adjusted her legs so her stance was wide and, as if to reward her, gave her a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the cheek of her bottom, his tongue licking along the sensitized skin.
Maggie’s knees nearly buckled, but Jonathan’s hands came up to grip her thighs.
“Steady,” he whispered. “There’s much more to come, angel, so you need to be strong.” He paused and ran his hands up and down her legs, his fingers tracing her garters. “I like these,” he said, and she could hear a smile in his voice.
How could he be laughing at a time like this? Maggie thought, her mind nearly numb with the pleasure of Jonathan’s hands on her, his breath fanning across her buttocks and tickling the wet hair of her pussy.
“I’m going to taste you now, sweetheart. I’ve dreamed of how you’d taste. I’m going to feast on your sweet pussy like the starving man I am.” Jonathan gave her no time to reply before his tongue ran firmly down the wet crease of her pussy, literally licking her cream off, like a cat.
Maggie gasped and her legs flexed as she involuntarily jerked her hips toward his mouth.
Oh Lord, this
is better than I ever dreamed.
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“I’m glad to hear you’ve dreamed about it too, darling,” Jonathan purred, and Maggie realized she’d spoken aloud.
Jonathan turned around on the floor so he faced away from the table and bent his head all the way back as he licked and sucked the sweet delectable pussy above him.
She’s so wet I could drown in her
wonderful cream
, he thought. God, he loved to lick a woman’s pussy.
He ran his tongue up and down her delicate folds and around her pleasure bud. He pushed his head farther up and took the delicate morsel gently between his teeth, before closing his lips around it and sucking. Through the haze of his own pleasure he could hear Maggie sobbing against the tabletop, and he realized his hands on her thighs were practically holding her up.
Poor thing
, he thought, and he pulled back just enough to thrust his tongue into the hot depths of her, fucking her with it.
Maggie shoved her pussy harder into his face, her hands trying to find purchase on the tabletop.
“Jonathan, please,” she gasped, and Jonathan knew what she was begging for.
He once again sucked her bud into his mouth and at the same time roughly shoved two fingers deep into her swollen channel. Maggie’s shout of release was music to his ears.
When her hips stopped their frantic thrusting against his mouth and fingers, Jonathan pulled away and stood up. He lifted Maggie up from the table and turned her around,then he kissed her, hard and possessively, forcing her mouth open and thrusting his tongue inside to duel with hers. Maggie tasted her own cream on his lips and felt it on his chin and cheeks as they rubbed against hers in the kiss. She nearly came again at the taste and sensation.
Jonathan ended the kiss, and with his lips pressed gently against her temple said, “See how good you taste, Maggie—sweet ambrosia from Maggie’s pussy. I’ll do that often.”
Maggie trembled at his words. They sounded so like what Phillip had told her. She began to shake in earnest at the thought of two men available to pleasure her like that whenever she, or they, craved it. “I’d like that,” she whispered back, feeling confident enough to join Jonathan’s love talk, although not as experienced at it as he.
Jonathan smiled against her temple. God, he loved this woman. She was wanton innocence, if there was such a thing. So beautiful, so cleansing, he felt reborn just holding her. Knowing that Phillip felt these same things, that he too got to experience the joy of loving Maggie, made his own joy that much deeper.
Jonathan chuckled and, resting his forehead against hers, said, “Maggie, I’m going to fuck you until you swoon now, if that’s all right.”
At his words, Maggie’s own desire soared again. Her blood began to pulse and her pussy to throb, and juices that had started to dry up flowed once more. “Yes, please,” she said in a quavering voice.
Jonathan immediately turned her around again and placed her hands flat on the table. “I want you just the way I saw you when I first walked in,” he told her, his voice rough with passion. He bent her gently over the table and pulled her skirts back up around her waist. His sudden urgency caused Maggie’s lust to escalate and she was panting along with him as he fumbled to undo the buttons on his trousers.
“Hurry, Jonathan,” she begged in a strangled voice.
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Suddenly Jonathan grabbed her hips and, raising her up to her tiptoes, he used one foot to urge her legs farther apart. Maggie complied, and then Jonathan slammed her down onto his cock, impaling her to the hilt with no preamble.
Maggie couldn’t suppress a strangled scream as the pleasure and slight burning pain of his entry mingled.
“Yes, Maggie,” Jonathan panted as he thrust slowly and steadily into her, “takeit all, sweeting . All of this is for you.”
Maggie found herself chanting his name, no longer caring about the noise she made as he thrust so deep into her she thought she could feel him in her womb. Of all the positions Phillip had introduced her to, this was her favorite. It caused a man’s cock to rub against a deliriously wonderful spot inside that never failed to make her weak with pleasure.
“Yes, Maggie?” Jonathan whispered in response to his name on her lips. “What is it? Tell me, darling, tell me how it feels.” He bent his knees and thrust upward roughly, nearly taking Maggie off her feet.
“Oh God!”Maggie cried out. “Jonathan, it feels so good, so deep and hard and wonderful.” She sobbed her delight into her crossed arms as she once again laid her head down. Her new position caused Jonathan’s cock to slip deeper into her on his next thrust and she nearly forgot to breathe.