Maggie a New LifestyleChapter 2 A New Friend
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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 asked straight out, “What’s going on with you and Jim?”
Pam got teary eyes and replied, “It’s what ISN’T going on that’s the problem! I haven’t been laid in months!” And then the story began spilling out. Jim had never been a stud. She fell in love with him for other reasons which were still valid. She got his virginity and their sex was kind of vanilla but reasonably frequent at first. The last two years had just been a steady decline. She had tried to spice things up but he seemed to have little imagination or interest. What should she do? Have an affair? But she wanted to make the marriage whole again if possible.
Maggie said, “Pam, take a walk around the block. Sharon and I will put our heads together. We’ll come up with a plan, don’t you worry!”
When she got back they had a fresh pitcher ready and refilled their glasses. “We’ve got a plan. I’m going to call Jim and get his butt up here so we can work on this as a team. Sharon and I are having sex lives to die for so you are going to benefit from our wisdom.”
Pam was wide eyed at this statement coming from her mom ... who ever thinks that their parents have sex?
Maggie continued, “I know what you’re thinking ... you aren’t ready to know how much fun I am having in bed, but you will before long ... now give me that phone.”
Scene 2 - A plan develops
Maggie didn’t mince words with Jim. She ordered him to take personal time off and get his ass there ASAP if he valued his marriage. He did and he did, arriving later that evening.
As he was travelling the women put some things in place. They called Brent, Todd, Ray and Rebecca together, introduced Pam, described the problem and let the others know they’d be part of the team solving it. Pam was asked to leave the room while Maggie outlined the basics of their “sex therapy” plan. All the details would have to be worked out as they went. Everyone signed on to this interesting challenge.
They were all in Maggie’s living room when Jim arrived. He was a bit startled by the crowd so he was given a strong drink and introduced to everyone he didn’t know. Maggie explained the general strategy. She would be the captains of the women’s teams, and Ray of the men’s.
The captains needed to interview the couple for starters and then they would be split up for “training” during the next day, after which there would be a combined training on Sunday. The goal was to graduate a happy, sexually functional couple at the finish of the weekend. It was an ambitious and intensive schedule but she knew her team’s capabilities quite intimately.
Everyone but the couple and the captains left. The interview began with Maggie getting right to the point. Ray listened for clues to his participation. “This demands complete honesty and openness from all of us. Do your best to be non-judgemental because that gets in the way of real understanding. We want the best for you individually and as a couple so I need your solemn word you will follow our directions completely and in trust, that everything that happens the next few days is kept confidential, and that it will not be used for any hurtful purpose. I ask you to sign this simple pledge in our presence.” They did.
Maggie continued, “Now that the formalities are out of the way, let’s get personal. Ray and I are quite willing to answer any question that we ask of you and, later when it won’t interrupt the flow, any other questions you might have. Pam, how many men have you had sex with?”
Pam and Jim were a bit surprised by the directness but Pam took a deep breath, looked at Jim and said, “Two”. Jim stared back at her. She continued, “I know your next question. Jim never asked me but he could tell I wasn’t a virgin, although almost. Mom, do you remember the cousin who stayed a month with us one summer? I had just gone on birth control and we did it about twenty times. It wasn’t very good, Jim, I was too young. You were much better, even at first.”
Jim managed a wan smile. Maggie turned her gaze to him, “Have you fooled around with anyone but Pam?”
Jim tensed and looked at Maggie, not Pam. He said softly, “There was an older married woman I worked with who wanted to fuck me. We touched each other and had some oral sex but I didn’t want to be an unfaithful husband. It didn’t last very long.”
Maggie said, “Thank you for being honest. That is an important step. As I see it, a big part of the problem is that you haven’t had very much sex in spite of how long you have been married. And you really didn’t have it before you were married either. Variety is what keeps humans interested. That is exactly why there are so many recipes in the world. Sex is an appetite like eating. The same menu all the time gets uninteresting. It happened to me and to Sharon. But we found the answer and we will share it with you two.
“Now I’m going to shock you a bit ... Ray and I fuck a lot. That may not be very surprising but we both fuck others frequently as well. And we tell each other anything we want to know about it. He has watched me with other men and he has team fucked me with a good friend of his. I have happily spread my legs many times for every man you have met here, and quite a few you haven’t. They care about me and I about them. We all enjoy each other and it never gets boring ... a sex smorgasbord if you will. My appetite stays sharp and my meals are very satisfying. Would you like that feeling with each other? (big nods) Our plan is to compress the sexual experience you ought to have had before marriage into the next 72 hours. When you get back together it will be a second honeymoon, but far more exciting than your first one.”
Pam and Jim were totally silent as they looked at each other. Maggie said, “Ray and I will give you ten minutes together to talk about it. If either says no then we stop right now.”
Ray asked, “Any questions?”
Jim said, “So we would have sex with others while we are here?”
Ray nodded, “That is an essential part of the process.”
Ten minutes later the older couple returned to the younger one. Ray asked, “What is your decision?”
Jim spoke up, “I’m kind of scared but I love Pam and want our marriage to work. I say yes.”
Pam nodded in agreement.
“OK,” said Maggie, “Ray will take Pam to Brent’s house for the next part and Jim will stay here with me. We will all get together here at the end of that time.”
Jim held and kissed Pam and told her he loved her as she left.
Scene 3 - The training begins
“The first rule is that we don’t wear clothes, they just get in the way,” commanded Maggie to Jim as she began stripping. “I think you’ve wanted to see my tits for a long time, from the glances I’ve had over the years. Now you will get your wish.”
She helped the shy guy get his clothes off and commented, “Nice cock ... we’re going to teach you how to use it for Pam’s benefit.”
The agendas would be basically the same at either training site. It was a seduction, not a rape, so the scenes had soft lighting and music, with wine readily available. Only one other person would be involved at the start, the one closest in age, so Pam met with Brent and Jim with Rebecca. The others would be included gradually as the trainees became more comfortable. The trainers all had busy lives to live so scheduling was a challenge.
The first step was simple intimacy with limited conversation. Massage oil was used to completely explore each other’s body at a leisurely pace. Each time they peed, the opposite sex was to help, the women aimed and the men wiped. The trainees had never even watched each other do this basic body function so this was quite erotic, especially since the men were quite hard.
A shower together was next, followed by oral exploration. Lingering on the genitals was encouraged since an orgasm would take some of the edge off. This was not something that the trainees had pursued very much, their partners noted, but Pam bravely took a mouth full and rinsed it down with wine. Brent kissed her right after to show his approval.
Jim was amazed at the force of his ejaculation and shocked when Rebecca gave him a cummy kiss. He too took a swig of wine but didn’t get soft.
The couples each talked for a while. While acknowledging that they had swapped spouses, talk about what the other team might be doing was discouraged. “This time is about only you,” they were admonished. Each trainer answered questions about their own sexual history. As expected, hearing about the richness of their pleasure buffet was like reading an erotic story and arousal returned for everyone. The next step was intercourse.
Scene 4 - Jim’s training
Figuring that the couple had mostly fucked missionary, that would be the last position tried. Woman on top gave the most opportunities for training so Rebecca climbed on Jim’s substantial love pole. She moved slowly and sensuously as he savored the second pussy of his life.
Rebecca encouraged play with her tits, still swollen from nursing the baby, and moaned to signal when he did something good with hands or mouth. She took Jim’s fingers and had him touch where they were joined and gently stroke her clit as she moved up, down, and around. She was enjoying this new cock too and told him so quite graphically. Verbal stimulation was also new for her partner and she felt his cock throb as she spoke suggestively. She ground her clit on his pubes and squeezed with her cunt muscles to climax when he groaned and shot stream after stream of his hot cream into her for the first time.
She lay quietly on top of him with his softening penis still inside. Finally raising her head and giving her new lover a quick kiss, Rebecca said, “You flooded me! Guess you liked your first strange pussy.”
Jim replied, “I haven’t been laid for a long time so there was lots saved up. And you are amazing!”
“Just wait till you get to know me better! Now some questions for you ... did I feel different than your wife? And was the difference just physical?”
Jim thought for a minute, “It was both. Your pussy has a different texture and you move differently. And there is something else too...”
“Let me help you. Your mind is your most important sex organ. You were very aware that I was NOT your wife. You also knew, in the back of your mind at least, that your cock was in a special place that other cocks had also visited. Your maleness wanted to be the best and leave the most seed. That is wired into you. That kind of motivation doesn’t occur if you are the only pecker in the pot. I enjoyed the unique combination that is YOU too. Your cock felt different than either my husband’s, or Todd’s who I fucked already this morning.”
That thought made his re-firming prick pulse just as she had hoped. “See what I was saying? Your penis wasn’t responding to the sex I had earlier but your mind sure did. Move in me just a bit ... feel how silky it is ... just wait until it’s another man’s fresh juice you are sliding in! Every time you enter a woman, your wife or not, you will wonder who was there last.”
Jim was fully erect again and grabbed her hips, thrusting furiously until he yelled out in release. Rebecca didn’t cum again, she just hung on for the ride.
When Jim awoke, he reached for Rebecca but found a bigger fuller body in bed with him. Sharon smiled and said, “Hi hotshot! Rebecca had a great time with you and now it’s my turn. I hope you like big tits because mine love attention.” She sat up and put Jim’s head in her lap. Her hanging mammaries were in the right place to be cupped, squeezed, and nibbled. As she talked she gently held his firming cock. “I’m glad Rebecca left some for me. By the way, did your mom have big tits?”
Jim’s cock twitched as he fully realized that this woman was his mother’s age and, yes, he had gotten a few peeks at the source of his first meals.
Sharon smiled as she explained that, with Rebecca having reduced the hornies, the rest of the morning would be spent leisurely exploring many of the positions that lovers could enjoy. Orgasm would be delayed as much as possible since a hard dick was rather necessary for these lessons.
Sharon took her pupil to the kitchen where Maggie had prepared an energy filled breakfast. He was a bit distracted by the tits across the table but ate heartily. In the shower together Sharon bent over and he entered her for the first time. They moved together for a while and he reached around to cup her big swaying hangers. They dried each other off with kisses on important pleasure points. Jim was learning to be playful.
For the next hour and a half they worked their way through some positions Jim had heard about and many he hadn’t. Finally Sharon sensed he couldn’t hold back much longer and squeezed her cunt muscles as he was spooning her on their sides. He grunted as he filled the deepest part of her vagina with hot cream. “Thanks for the special delivery, Jim,” murmured Sharon, reminding him that everyone likes praise and appreciation.
They snoozed in that position for a while. As Jim was drifting back to consciousness he remembered Rebecca’s advice so he asked, “Sharon, when did you last fuck?”
She grinned as she gently tightened her pussy’s grip in his softened dick. “Just before I came to your bed. Ray wanted to be sure I was well lubricated.” She didn’t mention that Ray also wanted to last longer when he fucked Jim’s wife later. Jim hardened the rest of the way.
Sharon continued, “No, there aren’t any of Ray’s sperm bumping your boner. He had a vasectomy. But there might be some stragglers from Brent and Todd who left a bunch there yesterday evening.” She moved into the next position she thought of and the lusty lessons continued.
Maggie took over after lunch. Her topic was advanced oral sex. His drained dick wasn’t a problem because her pussy was the focus. She started with an inventory of all of a woman’s erogenous zones. A talented mouth could cause sexual arousal and pleasure in many places which made foreplay both interesting and important. Her substantial breasts again reminded him of his mother who had nursed him for a full year. They role played that for a bit.
Then he was started at her toes and worked his way up to the furry fun place. They had showered together so all the parts were clean and tasty. As he approached her lower lips Jim visualized a hard cock stretching them apart but didn’t say anything. He looked forward to seeing that actually happening. His dick was hard enough to hurt a bit but he focused on Maggie. She was on her back and raised her legs high. His tongue explored the outer labia which had been trimmed of excess hair. Maggie pushed his head lower and he licked and sucked the space just below her vagina. A stronger push put his mouth on her anus.
She said, “It’s clean, taste it.” He probed a bit with his tongue and then she pulled his head back up. Jim was guided to the many ways a pussy likes to be eaten. Maggie enjoyed several orgasms while Jim “ate at the Y” and she finally said, “Fuck me!”
Maggie knew he must be ready to blow so she wrapped her legs around him and held him deep as he spurted. She relaxed and hugged him, then started whispering, “Great job, young man.”
He was quiet so she probed, “What are you thinking? May I guess?” He nodded and she continued, “Are you thinking that your cock is inside the channel your wife entered the world through? (nodding) And you’ve just put your seed where her father did many years ago? (more nodding) And your sperm are looking to make a baby in me? (more nodding accompanied by cock swelling) I kind of wish there was an egg waiting for them. (more swelling) But anyhow I’m delighted to feel the cock and cum that my daughter gets. Sharing brings us an awful lot closer, you know.”
Jim was hard and moving inside her again, but slowly and deeply with feeling. He suckled her breasts and kissed her lightly all over her face and neck in a very loving manner. She was moved and her hips matched his rhythm as they made love.
They finished the afternoon with a sixty-nine session and a recounting of Maggie’s sexual story. Jim was realizing the limitations of sexual monogamy but also that successful polyamory required maturity and self confidence and trust by all persons involved. He really liked Maggie and felt open to sharing his feelings with her. He just had wonderful sex with three women without thinking much about Pam ... but he was now and felt a bit remiss. He wondered what and how she was doing.
Maggie reassured him as they lay close together. “It’s great that you concentrated on the partner you were with. They deserve that. When you are with Pam each time after a different lover, you can each delight in sharing your experiences with your spouse. That simple thing can make any outside sex become a bonding experience and will constantly remind each of you how sexually desirable the other is. You will want them even more. I’m sure that Brent and Todd have already enjoyed your new cum in Rebecca and Sharon, just like Ray is eager to feel it in me later today.”
“REALLY?”
“Sure, you don’t think your wife has worn those studs out yet do you?”
“Hadn’t thought about it...”
“Well, let’s put some more stuff in me for Ray to find before we get up for dinner.”
They had a long leisurely screw, practicing many of the new positions Jim had learned. That night Jim slept between the two older women while Rebecca stayed with her baby. They all rested up for the final morning’s activities.
Scene 5 - Pam’s training
Pam rode to Brent’s house in silence. She was getting a bit nervous but felt better when no one else was there. The guest bedroom was candlelit and peaceful. Brent opened some champagne and toasted her new horizons. After the bottle was gone he began removing her clothes and kissing each body part as it was uncovered. Pam was so horny that she just wanted to lay back and get ravished when his handsome erection was revealed, but that was not the agenda.
As with Jim, gentle manual exploration was the first step in intimacy. After they showered the massage oil off, oral exploration covered the territory again. Finally Brent moved between her thighs and gave her the penetration she was aching for. He moved slowly though, urging her to savor each inch of each stroke of this new vaginal visitor. When he was deep he would rotate his pubic bone against her clit a few times before withdrawing.
After a while Brent rolled them over without withdrawing. He told Pam to move whatever way felt best for her. Her tits were younger and firmer versions of her mother’s and loved the caresses and kisses he managed to bestow on them. She moaned and panted as she ground her hips against him. She felt so full and so female. She was tiring so asked him to cum inside her. As the seminal heat sprayed her cervix she shook and shrieked in orgasm.
She lay on top of Brent. This closeness was a treat since Jim would pull out after he came and go to sleep. She asked Brent about his sex history.
She was fascinated when he told how Sharon had relieved him of his virginity. He gave her a very abbreviated version of his adventures during the last two years including Rebecca’s impregnation. Pam asked, “Do you know who the father is?” and was in wonderment as he replied, “No, and it doesn’t matter a bit. Your mom and Sharon are my child’s grandmothers even though they aren’t genetically connected. We have really become a family, although if we were blood relatives there’d be a lot of incest happening.”
Pam couldn’t hold back any longer “And my Mom?”
“She’s a great piece of ass (grinning) ... and a great person too. She figured all this out for you two. Just set your goal to be as good as she is! Now, let’s see if you have one of her many skills ... squeeze my cock with your cunt.” Pam tried but nothing happened. “Try doing like you were holding back your pee.”
That was better. She realized that felt good and resolved to practice every time she pissed. Speaking of which, she needed to.
Brent followed her to the john and said, “Let’s try something.” He sat on the toilet and guided Pam over his regained erection and facing him. He pulled her down until his cock was half imbedded and told her to let go. After relaxing for a bit Pam’s piss streamed over his cock and pubic hair, then dripped off his balls. As she peed he carefully lifted her off until his entire cock was bathed with her flow. When she stopped he fired his stream up to soak her cunt and tickle her clit. She came. They showered and cleaned up the tile floor then returned to bed for a gentle coupling before lunch.
Todd took her to bed next. He was quite a bit younger than she which was exciting. His lesson was to demonstrate how many ways two people could join genitals. He skipped over missionary and woman on top and gave her about twenty strokes in each new position before changing. They weren’t trying to cum so kept up a conversation about the positions and Todd’s experiences with this “Family”.
He told about his perspective as a young single guy and how each of the many women was special in their own unique way. He admitted he was in love with Rebecca and secretly hoped it was his abundant ejaculations that had got her pregnant. As he fired spurt after spurt into his pupil, he cried out he hoped he could get her pregnant too. That set Pam off for reasons she didn’t yet understand.
As she slept, Ray slipped into bed behind her and slid his fresh pecker into her sloppy twat. She awoke with the good feeling of a filled cunt but saw the hairy arm around her and realized it wasn’t Todd. She humped back at this new lover who must be Ray. He kissed her neck and back and cupped her breasts while they moved together. His hand diddled her clit wet with Todd’s juice until she came and then he withdrew.
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Even in this day and age there are rural counties whose claim to fame is that they don’t do much of anything. Life moves at a snails pace because there are no factories, no corporate office buildings, no tourist attractions, just a string of almost empty downtown areas, one after another. There are dozens of crossroads, with the remnants of a different time all over those rural counties. Some of the counties are so poor and so wild they offer the perfect places to operate illegal businesses as...
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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...
Being awarded a senior faculty fellowship was the culmination of three long hard years of work, and David couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this kind of professional validation. Such satisfaction. And the paid sabbatical would be a welcome respite from teaching. He hoped to use that time to finish the text that he’d begun to work on years ago, just bits and pieces collected here and there. He’d use that text to instruct an undergraduate class in the new course he would be adding to...
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...
Even in this day and age there are rural counties whose claim to fame is that they don't do much of anything. Life moves at a snails pace because there are no factories, no corporate office buildings, no tourist attractions, just a string of almost empty downtown areas, one after another. There are dozens of crossroads, with the remnants of a different time all over those rural counties. Some of the counties are so poor and so wild they offer the perfect places to operate illegal businesses as...
“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 SexHi, 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...
The next couple of months were great. Sam stayed at her cousin's and we saw each other almost daily. She went to my exercise class with me. She sure got the looks from everyone but I made it known she was with me. She just laughed. We went everywhere together. The zoo, movies, amusement parks. A lot of times Marge and Jim went with us. It was amazing how much Sam and I still had in common. Especially the music. We were both still crazy about the old rock and roll tunes that our parents grew...
"Shall I continue?" Maggie asked me as she hefted my hardened cock in her hand. "Of course. Please finish the story. I need to know all about Palo and Marion... and you." That pleased her and giving me a strong squeeze, she said, "If at any time it gets to be too much for you..." I finished the line for her by saying, "Just say the word and you'll move on to something else?" She bent her head and kissed the very tip of my dick. "Exactly," she said. And resumed her...