Maggie And LaShawn Chapter 1
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"Mmm, I've been thinking about this since yesterday baby," she told him and leaned forward to kiss the head of his huge cock. "I can't wait to feel this big, fat cock in my pussy!"
Still kneeling in front of him, between his legs, Maggie held his massive cock; examining it, getting to know the huge tool that would very soon be learning her as well. With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock as much as she could and her other hand cupping his big black balls, she reveled in the size of his shaft, the large mushroom head and the weight of his balls.
He was truly a magnificent specimen of male power and might! Maggie's small hand couldn't completely encircle the gigantic shaft and her fingers didn't touch as she held him. She had never seen a cock as large as his and loving black men as she did, she had seen some pretty impressive cocks!
Maggie licked the head of his huge cock and under the ridge for a few moments, reveling in how hard it was and in the velvety texture. She was a bit wary because sometimes one of her lovers would grab her head and try to ram his cock into her mouth, but LaShawn remained a complete gentleman, as she had expected.
While Maggie was occupied with his cock, LaShawn had taken off his shirt and dropped it on the floor next to his pants. Maggie wanted to be just as naked as he had just gotten, so she stood up to remove her white tied-front crop-top gauze blouse. She didn't bother wearing a bra, so her 34C tits, once freed, stood high and proud and her nipples reached out to him for attention.
Then she removed her tight, "ripped" jeans. Her jeans had strategically placed rips in them which gave the observer a teasing glimpse and left something to the imagination as well!
After taking off her jeans, Maggie was left only wearing her skimpy pink bikini panties. "Okay baby are you ready to see what I couldn't show you at the club?" she asked him, with a mischievous little grin.
LaShawn put his large powerful hands under her arms and lifted her up tossing her backward onto the bed easily. Maggie squealed as she was lifted then laughed as she landed on her back on the bed. He moved forward taking hold of her panties and pulling them down her long lean legs. Once off her, he brought them to his nose and inhaled her scent deeply - which made Maggie moan with excitement.
Maggie moved to the center of the bed and spread her legs wide, showing him her slickly-shaved, wet, pink pussy. Once she was in position, she smiled up at LaShawn. "You know where I want this big, fat, hard, chocolate cock now, don't you?" she asked, each word making her pussy twitch and tingle.
"Yeah. Just lay back on the bed and find something to hang on to!" he said, with a smile.
When she saw him crawling up the bed, his hard cock swinging below him, she settled back and prepared to get the first-class fucking she had been craving.
Holding his cock in one hand, LaShawn knelt between Maggie's wide legs and leaned forward to support his weight on the other hand. Maggie reached between her legs and used her thumbs and index fingers to spread her pussy lips as wide as she could for the huge black cock she knew would soon be plunging in and out of her.
She had had nothing else on her mind since seeing him in the club earlier that night. In anticipation of the fucking she would be doing later and the stud who would be giving it to her, Maggie's pussy had been getting wetter since leaving the club, and now her pussy was dripping; she only hoped it would be big enough to contain what may be the biggest cock she had ever seen before!
Still guiding his massive tool towards her warm, wet tunnel, LaShawn moved in closer until the head of his cock made contact with her soaked pussy. He rubbed the head in her wetness and then paused while Maggie used one hand to center the tip exactly where she wanted it while holding her pussy open with the fingers of her other hand.
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her wetness until he was sure he was well lubricated. He knew that it would be a tight fit in her pussy and wanted it to be pleasurable for them both. With everything ready, he eased forward until the head of his cock wedged into her dripping pink hole.
Maggie let out a loud moan of combined pain mixed with pleasure. Knowing how big his cock was and not wanting to hurt her, LaShawn paused a few seconds and let her get used to his size. Then, when she did not express any objection, he pressed forward again.
"Oh God, yes!" she responded, obviously an expression of pleasure, not pain, so he plunged his cock in farther.
Once again, Maggie let him know how great it felt, and he continued pushing his shaft deeper into her. When he knew he was inside her deeply enough that he would no longer need to guide it, LaShawn let go of his cock, placing his hands instead on either side of the sexy redhead.
Then, with a series of hard thrusts, he drove the entire length of his cock into the wet pussy under him. Maggie had spread her legs farther apart, hooked her ankles around his legs and matched his strokes by pulling herself toward him, moaning in sheer bliss with every thrust as she helped to impale herself on his huge organ.
Finally, LaShawn's monster cock was buried all the way inside Maggie's tight hole. Maggie, with her legs spread wide, felt incredible pleasure throbbing through her body. Her pussy was being stretched as she believed it had never been stretched before. While she gripped his biceps, LaShawn lay over her, supporting his weight on his forearms and knees so she could move around under him.
He knew it would be more fun for them both if she could wriggle and writhe under him as she needed to hit all the right spots. She had wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together in back of him.
LaShawn was already deriving immense pleasure from the way the well-trained muscles in her pussy were massaging his prodigious shaft. Maggie's pussy was hot tight and very wet and he moved in and out enjoying the hug it gave him.
"My God, baby! You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen!" Maggie panted as he slid in and out.
"And you got the hottest and tightest pussy it's ever been in!" he said.
After the exchange of compliments, LaShawn slowly drew back until just an inch of his shaft was still inside Maggie's hot pussy. He paused for a few seconds and then started to drive it hard back inside her.
When Maggie felt the biggest cock of her experience surge into her, she pulled herself toward him until their bodies came together with a loud wet smack and her juices spattered all over both of them. Once again, she moaned in joy at the tremendous fucking she was getting, and he smiled as he felt the way her internal muscles were working their magic on his entire cock.
The next stroke was much like the first one. The cock inside Maggie's pussy was so big it was massaging all her sweet spots, and she could already feel her climax starting to mount inside her body. As LaShawn continued plunging his cock in and out of her, she started ramming her pussy up to meet his thrusts.
"Oh, my God!" she cried as her movements grew wilder and more erratic. "That's so good! Gimmee that big black cock!"
LaShawn smiled and did what she wanted, driving his huge shaft in and out of the hole that was so avid for it. He could feel his her climax building too, her pussy clutching as his cock as he slid in and out. He could tell the woman under him would cum long before he did, possibly even a second time, which was just what he wanted to happen.
For him, the most sexual fun he got resulted from his sex partner getting the maximum amount of pleasure, and he could tell Maggie was doing just that. Less than a minute later, he got what he wanted.
"Oh my God! I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cuuumminngg!" Maggie cried out loudly as she started cumming. Her hands released his arms and she grabbed his shoulders and clamped her legs tight around him. While he couldn't give her full strokes with her holding tight to him, he could ram deeper into her, skewering her and pressing her harder into the bed.
Maggie's lush body thrashed under him for the next two minutes, until she burst. Her hands and legs gripped him even more tightly; she cried out in joy and rammed her pussy against him for one last time. After her great orgasm, the hottie relaxed under the man who had just brought it about.
He didn't have to wait very long for Maggie to be ready for more, because she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
"That was great, LaShawn. I hope you can make me cum again, just like that time."
"Yeah, I can," he answered. "But this time I want you on your knees."
Maggie was all too happy to accommodate him and she quickly moved into position on her hands and knees doggy-style. She wasn't sure which hole he was looking to invade, but it really didn't matter to her, so long as he was inside her somehow.
LaShawn adjusted her position to his liking, pushing her head down onto the bed and raising her ass up higher. Once she was positioned the way he wanted, he decided to play a bit before fucking her again.
LaShawn shoved two fingers into her wet pussy and began finger-fucking her slowly and waiting for her to start responding again. He added to his fingering by using his thumb to rub across her clit, giving the hard swollen nub some attention as well.
Maggie mewled and wriggled her ass at the new intrusion and with LaShawn's fingers wiggling and probing around inside her and his thumb toying with her clit, it didn't take long for Maggie to be back and ready for more fun. And even though his fingers were exciting her, she wanted to be stuffed full again.
"I want some more of the big, black, beautiful cock, baby! You ready to fuck me again?" she said, looking over her shoulder at him.
"If your pussy isn't too sore, sure!" he said. Although she had cum, he hadn't, and wouldn't for a while. He was still hard as a steel pipe and he moved closer, getting ready to shove that pipe back into her.
Maggie's pussy had been stretched enough by then and was wet enough that he was easily able to push his entire length into her until his heavy balls slapped against her ass. She sighed in joy with the big cock buried inside her.
A second later, he began another stroke but, this time, as her pussy was enveloping his shaft, LaShawn reached around her hip, finding and massaging her clit with his fingers. Maggie moaned loudly in ecstasy and urged him to continue the same way.
"Yeah! Yeah! Like that. Play with my clit while you fuck me with your big, black cock!" she cried. She reached under her and put her hand on top of his, pressing them both against her pussy harder.
LaShawn continued to aggressively plunge his cock in and out of the slick warm pussy under him. He was glad he hadn't drunk too much of the watered-down drinks at the club. He knew that, with the smaller amount of alcohol he had consumed, he would be able to fuck for a long time before finally cumming.
LaShawn continued pistoning in and out of her like a machine each stroke sliding all the way in hard and fast and retreating only slightly slower. Maggie's level of pleasure was building quickly inside her body, as was LaShawn's, and this time he intended to cum too. Her moans and gasps and groans told him that he was giving her tremendous pleasure which inspired him to give even more.
Maggie's tight pussy clamped down on him trying to milk him of his precious seed which, in turn, gave him pleasure in return. Her eyes had become glassy and vacant - Maggie wasn't behind them but was instead somewhere far off in a place of pure bliss.
She moved automatically, thought was not possible in the lust-clouded state she was in now. LaShawn moved in and out while his hand manipulated her clit sending lightning bolts of joy and pleasure shooting up her spine.
Every so often at the end of his stroke, he pulled completely out and smacked her upturned ass bringing a squeal out of her before plunging back in to wring out a groan right afterward. Mixing things up like that was keeping her attention and bringing her ever closer to another tremendous orgasm.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered in rhythm with her pussy engulfing his massive equipment. "Oh, my god, keep fucking me, baby! Keep fucking me hard!" she urged him, quite unnecessarily.
LaShawn wanted nothing more than to do that because he knew he was also close to his climax. He remained in place and listened to Maggie moan and whimper as she repeatedly took his cock deep inside her pussy until she let him know of her impending orgasm.
"I'm ready to cum, baby. Give me all of that big beautiful cock now!"
He really gave it to her, hard and deep, while she sobbed in delight from what was happening to her pussy. The sexy white girl thrashed about on the bed as her orgasm drew closer, and he was breathing harder too. She interrupted her sounds of joy to sing out the news.
"Oh, god! Oh god! I'm cumming! Keep fucking me! Fuck me, you black bastard! Fuck MEE!"
LaShawn kept fucking her, driving his huge cock into the body under him as she churned up the sheet and kept demanding more of him. Her fingers dug into the bedsheets and she pushed back against his thrusts to drive him deeper into her. When she climaxed, all her muscles clenched and she rammed her pussy back at him for an ultimate time.
After her momentous orgasm, even better than her first, Maggie sagged back onto the bed under the man who had brought it about.
That man didn't stop or slow down but kept driving his cock into her pussy until, a few seconds later, his own climax welled up from deep within his body and erupted. He shot a big load of white sticky searing hot cum deep in her belly. He gave her spurt after huge spurt until he had ejaculated four more times.
He was done then, completely drained of cum and strength and collapsed on top of the succulent body under him, and then rolled off her to lay next to the panting, sweat-covered woman.
After her second orgasm of the night and bringing LaShawn to his climax, Maggie was almost satisfied, but she still needed something. She had not been able to suck off her black stud, his cock being too big for her to get her mouth around, but that didn't mean she would have to be deprived of his cum in her mouth.
When he rolled over off her and she had caught her breath again, she moved to the side of the bed and sat up. She held his softening organ in her hand and started licking up one side, relishing the semen her tongue sluiced off into her mouth and being careful to keep too much of it from dripping off to be soaked up by the sheet.
Like a little girl hungrily licking a chocolate lollipop, Maggie moved her face all around LaShawn's cock, with her tongue mopping up all the cum that was trickling from the slit on the end. When the almost flaccid organ had been licked clean, she placed a thumb in front of his scrotum and the fingers on the opposite side of his cock and started drawing her hand toward her mouth.
Any of the juices still inside oozed out onto her tongue and, after she had gotten as much as she thought she could, Maggie licked off the slit, followed by applying her tongue to her hands to get any semen that might have stuck to them.
Although she would have preferred sucking off her black stud, she had to be satisfied with licking his cum from his cock and sucking it from the tip. Maggie was not completely happy about those limitations but realized a girl had to take what she could get. The pair then lay there in bed resting, Maggie's head on his chest, her hand softly stroking his abdomen as she purred happily.
Maggie spent the whole night with LaShawn, something she didn't normally do, and they had sex two more times that night. The last round Maggie wanted to feel him in her ass and he was all too happy to grant her wish. that night Maggie was more thoroughly fucked than she had ever been and LaShawn made sure that she would remember the night she spent with him for a long time.
LaShawn stopped in to see Maggie several times after that and became regular partners. Maggie said that there wasn't anyone who could make her feel as completely full and fucked as him and since he didn't have anything regular going either it was perfectly fine for him as well.
One day he was at home when he heard a knock on the door. It was Maggie. "Hi Maggie, come on in!" he said surprised to see her. This was the first time she had come over to his house on her own, although he had brought her home from the club many times.
"LaShawn, baby, we need to talk," she said quietly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, noting the concern in her voice.
"I-I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to tell you. I haven't been feeling well for the last few days so I went to the doctor. LaShawn, I-I'm pregnant. Now I don't expect anything from you–I know you probably weren't expecting anything like this to happen," she said quickly.
"But I thought you were on the pill or something. You never told me to wear a rubber so I figured you had this covered," he said.
"I am on the pill, but I had run out and was going to get more as soon as I had the money. I didn't think I would meet you, and when I did… well, you know," she said.
"Don't get mad, but I have to ask… are you sure it's mine?" he asked.
"Yes. I haven't been with anyone since you. After that first night, I didn't feel like anyone else, and then we started seeing each other more and more," she said.
LaShawn sat there for a moment digesting what she had said. Then, strangely, he broke out in a burst of deep laughter.
"What are you laughing at? I don't think this is a laughing matter!" Maggie said a bit miffed.
"Oh, honey, it's just… well, I have been thinking about us a lot and I was going to ask you the next time I saw you if you would like to move in here with me. Your apartment is pretty small and the building is old and falling apart. I would like you to live here with me… if you want, that is," he said with a big, sparkling smile.
"You would? Oh, LaShawn, honey, I would love to move in with you!" she said.
"Good. And this way I can take better care of you… and the baby," he said, pulling her into his arms. Maggie was beside herself with joy. What could have very easily been a sad, heartbreaking experience had turned out to be the best thing that could have happened.
A week later LaShawn and a couple of other guys from the gym moved Maggie out of her apartment and in with LaShawn. Over the next few months Maggie worked at the club as long as she could, but never again did she bring her customers home for a good time outside the club. She was now exclusively LaShawn's and he was hers.
One day when Maggie was about eight months along, LaShawn came home a little late from work at the gym. "I had to stop someplace on my way home from work," he explained.
"That's okay, honey. Where did you have to go?" she asked, curious.
"I stopped by the jewelry store on Seventh Avenue," he said. "Maggie, you and I have known each other for only a short time, but they have been some of the best times I have ever had. I can't imagine what my life was like before I met you."
Then he dropped down on one knee. "I know this is sudden, but would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I don't want you or the baby to go another minute without my name."
Maggie was floored. She looked at him like he had just grown another head until suddenly it dawned on her that this was a question needing an answer.
"Oh LaShawn, of course, I'll marry you! Yes! Oh yes, baby, I will! I will!" she said, breaking down and sobbing into his chest as he rose to hold her close.
And so the pair got married as soon as they could in a simple private ceremony at the county courthouse. And a month later, little LaShawn Jr. was brought into the world to make their family complete.
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Meanwhile, Maggie was sitting on the toilet, wadding some toilet paper to wipe herself with when she began to cry, suddenly and without warning; a torrent of tears that she couldn't seem to bring to a halt. "The fuck?" Maggie said, slightly puzzled over her maudlin situation. "I know it's him, but why? Could it be he's not like the others?" Gradually, her tears stopping flowing and it came flooding back to her -- Palo's infidelities and his untimely death. A death that left her...
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining accident four years ago and had just been through a disability review in Hazard. Sure, he faked a lot of the time just to get that free money, but he had to play the game. “I should be getting a determination letter any day now.” “I’m sorry honey. I know it’s got ya worried but it’ll work out. Do you want...
Emmitt sipped on his black coffee as he watched Maggie walking up the hallway heading to the bathroom of their mobile home. Wrapped in an old ratty white towel, Emmitt caught a glimpse of her naked hip as she turned into the small bathroom. “Hurry up in there! I’m gonna have to get it there pretty damn quick.” Emmitt sat back in the kitchen chair and picked up the morning paper, The Hazard Herald. Their trailer sat on a hillside at the end of a dead-end dirt road about 12 miles south of the...
Chapter 1 She let her anger push the damn weight, straining her midsection, feeling the pull all the way to her pussy. Fuck you, machine. Fuck you. Take that. Ungh. And that. Suddenly, the first hint of a pull in her thigh warned her she had reached her body's limit. No matter what she did, which machine she used, her abs never twinged, never gave out. It was always the goddamn legs. In spite of the jogging. Maggie lay there gasping, the bar still resting on the top of her feet, sweat...
The phone woke us at six-thirty the next morning. Maggie answered it, giggled and handed me the phone. It was Leslie. "Hi," she said after a pause. "Hi yourself. What's with the wakeup call?" "Oh," she began conversationally as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. "I, um, didn't hear or see anything over at your place and... I was concerned that something had happened." "I know you have a great imagination, Leslie, but nothing unusual...
Emmitt sat back in the kitchen chair and picked up the morning paper, The Hazard Herald. Their trailer sat on a hillside at the end of a dead-end dirt road about 12 miles south of the small Kentucky town. Their nearest neighbor was ol’ lady Woodson and her two sons who lived at the beginning of the hollow, about a mile back, near the main paved road. Nobody ever came back as far as their trailer. In this part of Kentucky, that could get you shot! Emmitt’s wife, Betty, worked at the tire...
Betty’s alarm went off at 4:30 as always. She reached over, slapped the alarm, looked over and Emmitt wasn’t in bed. She got up and headed up the hall to the bathroom. Looking up the hall, there sat Emmitt at the kitchen table. She stepped into the bathroom, peed, then walked into the kitchen. “You ok?”“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining...
Maggie already knew the answer but asked anyway, “And just what does that mean?” “I want to do you just like that pony did you this morning” Earl said with a sly smile. He was a pretty shrewd negotiator for being so young. “OK, but you have to promise never to tell daddy any of this” demanded Maggie. “Deal. Tomorrow? In the barn?” “OK” replied Maggie. She acted like it was a big deal, but after all she’d done sexually over the summer, fucking her little brother was not a major concern....
It's funny how small things can change your perspective. In my case, it was a single ray of sunshine coming through a gap in the tattered curtains that didn't quite cover the window to the apartment. It was a bright early autumn morning, around 8, maybe 8:30, one of those days that makes California truly golden. First, it caught my eye, waking me up from a restless sleep, then it hit Maggie's face just right. She was still zonked out, lying on her back, her naked breasts heaving slightly...
Scene 1 - The problem surfaces Maggie’s daughter had called with an urgent request to visit her mom. As soon as the distressed daughter settled in she was introduced to Sharon and the three women adjourned to the back yard with a pitcher of Margueritas. When a grown daughter comes to her mom for help she is either desperate or realizes that mom just might know something after all. It was a little of both. The conversation started light but got heavier as the pitcher emptied. Finally, Maggie...
“Creeeeaaakkk.” Maggie pulled her fingers from her cunt and sat up in bed. She’d heard that noise a thousand times and knew it was the front screen door opening. She quickly slid to the foot of the bed and peered out through the fan to see if she could see anyone. The full August moon lit up the front yard and she watched as Earl crept across the yard, headed to the barn. “Now what the hell is he up to?” thought Maggie. She slipped quietly out of the bedroom, down the hall and out the front...
This is a patently romantic story, told exclusively through Maggie’s eyes, Maggie is an attractive, confident, intelligent, well educated young woman on the first rung of the corporate ladder. She finds herself increasingly attracted to—almost obsessed with—her new boss, a married man ten years her senior. Maggie is not a slut, she enjoys sex and likes men, but has always been very selective. As the story begins, her business, romantic and sexual life are all at a low ebb. The, ‘dirty parts’...
Maggie opened the car door and slid into the seat next to Aaron. Her 36DD breasts were crammed into a red low cut top. The jeans she had on were so tight they looked almost as if they had been painted on."What are we doing tonight?" she asked as she pulled her long wavy blonde hair up into a ponytail. She adjusted her black rectangular glasses and looked at Aaron.Aaron looked at her, thinking how lucky he was to have such a hot piece of ass. He knew from the past few weeks that she would do...
My name is Allie. It was the summer before my senior year in college. I had worked in a summer camp outside Portland , Maine ever since I was in High School. Today, I had worked alongside my summer buddy Rodger Briggs, preparing for the campers arrival tomorrow. Rodger had been a counselor in the camp for about as long as I had been. After work we were shooting pool enjoying a beer in a local pub. I was a big city guy, Rodger was local. He was the same age as I, but much...
Taboo"I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand. Oh, Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face. You made a first-class fool out of me. Maggie, I wish Id never seen your face." I went home really feeling bad. I tossed and turned all night. After school I still went to see Maggie at the cottage. I had to hear it from her lips. She was there when I got...
The knock came when we were eating (food) in the nude. "Wait a minute," Maggie hollered, and grabbed a robe and in almost the same motion threw another robe at me. "He was smaller than you but it should fit," she said as she made to open the door. "Oh, ho!" Her roommate Leslie said as she entered. Placing her packages on the counter, she grimaced and held her nose. "My God, this place smells like a zoo!" "Go to hell!" Maggie said laughing. Then she turned slowly, and with a...
Author’s Note: Several authors are coming out with stories based on the various versions of ‘Maggie May’ or ‘Maggie Mae.’ The story titles will be: ‘Maggie May – author’s pseudonym’ e.g. ‘Maggie May – Jake Rivers’ The storyline might use any version or combinations of versions of the song. Some of the possibilities are by: Rod Stewart, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Suzanne Vega and any of the various traditional versions from England (an early version of this song dates to before 1830, and it was...
It was a birthday party for Bernie and we were having it at the Landing Strip Lounge. There were maybe fifteen of us crowded around four tables in the back and away from the dance floor. The party had started at eight and was rolling right along. I was more of an observer than a participant because I'm a non-drinker; everybody else was on alcohol and you could see them all loosening up as the evening progressed. Bernie was getting shit-faced because everybody was buying him drinks including a...
After talking with Gwen I went home and thought things out. It was a sleepless night and the following morning I called Maggie before she went off to work. "Hi," I said for openers, a pretty safe beginning. "Oh, hi, I was just thinking about you." "I should have guessed, I said, "my ears are burning." That brought on a giggle and I felt a lot better. "Maggie, we've got to talk." Now I know that's something women usually say, and on hearing it men usually want to run for the...
The following morning Leslie left around eight to keep an appointment with a client. Maggie and I were lolling around in the bedroom, watching the Today Show on NBC. We were just finishing the pot of coffee I'd made earlier and Maggie suddenly scooted off the bed and skipped (yes, skipped) happily into the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower pelting a river of cool water against the glass and knew Maggie was cleaning up from our escapades of the night before. I became engrossed in...
Maggie took my limp prick in her hand and brought it to her mouth. After a through cleansing she gave it one long last suck and as it flopped from her nubile lips said, "I bet you don't even know the names of the various parts to your penis, do you?" "There's the head, the shaft and, err, the testicles." "And very nice testicles, I might add," she said, "but you get a D in anatomy." "Well ... I" "Listen and lean my lover, the outside perimeter of ... what you so blithely term...
Thirty minutes working in the garden, weeding and picking beans, and both Maggie and Molly were soaked. Today they were glad they were wearing their daddy’s favorite “work clothes”; baggy cutoff jeans and ratty old wife-beater tank-tops. Being dirt poor, undergarments were a luxury reserved for school. The hot, humid breeze blew easily through their clothes, and Maggie could feel it tickling her thick light-brown bush. Emmitt made sure the girls wore them every time he gave them chores....
"From the life that I've been livin' Now freedom I've been givin' And you're standin' in the shadow of a lady." "The Shadow of a Lady" Maggie Mae Flowers stood on the corner, looking back in wonder at the small log cabin nestled in a small grove of willows and the one huge cottonwood shading the cabin. Now the bright afternoon dimmed as the sun began its descent over Mt. Evans and the remaining late summer snow turned a blood red. A wan smile tugged at her lips as she...
The announcement came over the public address system:“We regret to inform you that flight 215 from Johannesburg to Istanbul has been canceled. Passengers with confirmed reservations will be booked on the flight leaving Johannesburg at the same time tomorrow.”“Shit!” said Maggie to nobody in particular.“Damn!” The speaker was a young U.S. Marine in uniform sitting beside her in the airport lounge. “I was ordered to arrive in Afghanistan today. I'll miss my flight from Istanbul. I hope I'm not in...
Straight SexI slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Hi, my name is Maggie, and I guess you can consider this story or stories (not sure yet). The fantasies and desires which have grown in me for a long time now. I know I wasn't supposed to read dirty stories like this before I turned 18, which I am now. But, after seeing certain movies and stumbling upon websites like this, the desires were implanted in me and grew.This is the fantasy I had that started a couple of years ago after visiting my sister in Georgia and stumbling upon a place that had...
"That was my bad luck," Maggie purred, with a Cheshire grin splitting her lipstick smeared red lips. She ran one hand lightly across my belly and then slithered down into my crotch, kissing me in the center of my chest. Oh! I've gotten ahead of myself again. Do you care? I mean this is one of the good parts. At least I think so. So unless there's unanimous agreement otherwise, we'll dispense with our glib conversation at the door and while having a cocktail and even with the part where...
Maggie's fingers probed down inside my panties under the shifting light of the shadows of the palm trees that danced across the open shades of her bedroom window. I sat awkwardly back on my elbows, watching her hand, which disappeared up to her wrist underneath the waistband of my school uniform skirt, the white tails of my cotton blouse parted on either side. Little breaths escaped like butterflies from my throat, uncontrolled as if my lungs were directly connected to my quivering vagina."Are...
I have just met a new man, Josh, four years younger than me. Lots of flirtatious banter and questions on our first dinner date. “I prefer a well hung man. I love being licked and teased,” I confide. “Do you consider an eight-inch man well hung? What part of your body do you like being licked?,” he teases back. “You look magic in those heels and tight green leather slacks,” he tells me on our second date. “They would look even better around your ankles.” “Do it for me then,” I whisper as I...
Margret had never seen rain like this. She had lived her whole like within a twenty-mile radius. She was a rancher, there were still a few left in Northern California. She had been caring for horses since she could walk and had been raising cattle since she had married Ben the month she graduated from High School. She stood on her porch watching the water fall from the sky and roll down the slope in front of their small house. She still called it their house. He had passed almost two years ago...
I have just met a new man, Josh, four years younger than me. Lots of flirtatious banter and questions on our first dinner date. “I prefer a well hung man. I love being licked and teased,” I confide. “Do you consider an eight-inch man well hung? What part of your body do you like being licked?,” he teases back. “You look magic in those heels and tight, green leather slacks,” he tells me on our second date. “They would look even better around your ankles.” “Do it for me then,” I whisper as...
I'd been lying awake for a couple of hours, watching the light of dawn slowly creep in around the blinds that covered her bedroom windows. Recently I had been pondering my life and the direction — or misdirection — it seemed to be taking. As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the slats, I turned my head to stare at my companion, who was still lost deep in her night's sleep. The sunlight really wasn't very complimentary to Maggie. She was 41 years old, more than twice my 20 years. She...