She had an orgasm like none he’d ever been a part of. She semi-screamed, ‘I’m coming, I’m gonna come’, and her cum poured out of her. Her body shook as she erupted and she shouted out ‘Oh My God’ a few more times as she released and while her throes gradually subsided. Brad had never seen anything like it.
“Oh My God, that was good,” she said. “God, I needed that. Thank you.”
Brad didn’t hesitate and he didn’t ask. His dick was hard as petrified wood and he needed to fuck her. He climbed up on top and his cock slipped easily into her slushy, open gash. They both grinned when her pussy walls clenched around his member. They were fucking full-speed in a well-synced heartbeat.
Brad knew it wouldn’t take long, his balls were about to implode. He looked at her face as he pounded her, this half-breed fox, his older stepsister, this woman he had wanted for months, no, years, had believed it was way off the radar, it could never happen, was too far out, too taboo. No more worries. They were smiling as they fucked. Soon enough he knew his package was about to be delivered and he groaned right before he put his mouth back onto hers. He concentrated on picking up the pace to help his cock along. Maggie’s body was slim and agile, like a dancer or gymnast, and her legs kicked like a hyena as she used her pussy muscles to squeeze it out of him.
He came with an overdue feral force. It felt like an electric surge going up the shaft of his cock. He quivered as he came, felt his cum burst through, and didn’t break their kiss until he’d emptied his starved tank. Maggie’s nerve endings were turned up to ten and she had a second thunderous climax right on the heels of his.
“Oh My God,” she said again.
They were drained. They held each other for a while, bodies aglow, no words needed.
Finally, after ten or fifteen minutes, Maggie raised her head and spoke.
“You want some champagne?”
—-
They sipped champagne from chilled flutes, naked, with their backs against the headboard.
“Wow, I’ve never had orgasms like that in my life, Brad,” she said. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, it’s us. I should thank you. You’re amazing.” He kissed her.
“But fuck, I had no idea how much I needed it. I feel so loose, so free, like a giant tumor has been removed from my body.”
Brad put his glass on the nightstand, then hers. They went back to kissing. His hand started heading back downtown.
“You can’t stay here tonight,” she said.
That stopped him. He felt deflated and asked why.
“I told Dad I was having dinner with you. Don’t know why, but I did. You have to go back to their house tonight or he’ll know what we’re up to. I’m not ready to deal with that yet.”
“I see what you mean,” Brad said. His dick was big and hard again and didn’t agree, but it would have to.
“When are you heading back to your job?”
“Sunday morning,” he said. “Unless… What if I told them I decided to go back tomorrow, but came here instead?” He gave Maggie his best shit-eating grin.
“Oh, you are good. My thoughts exactly. If you can kill some time tomorrow, I get off at five. Come over at five-thirty and we’ll go get some dinner and then we’ll come back here and I’ll seduce you.” She gave him her shy, pretty smile.
“I can’t wait to spend the night with you. And to wake up with you.”
“Me too. But I need to get my beauty sleep tonight so I’ll be ready for the onslaught. I’m sure we’ll be up half the night and then I’ll want it all again in the morning. I gotta get in shape.” She pulled back the sheet, saw his stiff pecker and grinned. “But before you go, let me say goodbye to your merry member.”
She scooted down and bent over it. She held it in her hand, pointed it upward like a crane towering over a construction site. She kissed it, licked the tip.
“Nice cock,” she said, and turned to face him. “And you are not leaving here young man until you come in my mouth.” She sucked on her finger.
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
She wrapped her lips around it and he watched it fade into her mouth. She sucked vigorously and wiggled her head back and forth to take more in. Brad helped by pushing his groin against her face. He felt her hand slip under his butt and then into his crack. Her finger slid into his asshole and jiggled its way all the way in.
With his cock deep in her mouth, the new force in his rectum immediately heightened the arousal. He pumped, she sucked, her finger fucked. It wasn’t three minutes before he grunted like pig and his whole body shivered with convulsions and his ejaculations began.
Maggie felt his hot semen shoot against the back of her throat once, twice, and she backed off. His cock came out into open air, and his final spasms littered her face with cumlets. She’d swallowed a load already, but with her finger scooped a couple skinny ropes into her mouth from her cheeks and chin.
She rose up and sat beside him. She kissed him and said get dressed, goodnight.
He put his clothes on slowly.
“Now go,” she said. “And don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. I like your ass. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it.”
He gave her a tired smile. He left but he didn’t really want to.
—-
The next night they had dinner at a small Mexican place and drank Margaritas. They took their time, comfortable new lovers in no rush because they knew they would have all night.
When they got back to Maggie’s house they took their time in bed, too. They made love slowly, sex on the low burner, exploring every inch of each other. When his mouth found her pussy after covering every other part of her, she was about to explode, and it wasn’t long before she creamed his face. He fucked her slowly, and clutched her buttocks with each thrust, trying to help her come again. It worked, he felt her flood moments after his semen spewed into her.
They slept deeply and peacefully as a warm, curled unit. He was awakened by her mouth around his cock, which was happily erect as it usually was in the morning. She was still swallowing cum when she scooted up and sat on his face, anxious for her own release. She ground her mound onto his mouth and rubbed her clit against his stiff upper lip with grunting lunges until she came.
Maggie collapsed on the bed beside him and cheerfully said, “Good morning!”
“Good morning,” Brad said.
Then they fucked.
—-
They didn’t want to get out of bed but they had to. Brad didn’t want to leave, but he had to. Maggie didn’t want to say goodbye, but she had to. They dragged their funky butts out of bed and into the shower. Maggie was in and out, clean enough, and went to whip up some breakfast while Brad finished bathing.
Maggie was busy in the kitchen. Fried eggs, ham, grits, toast, juice, coffee, and they ate in a subdued manner. They hadn’t talked about the future; they both loved what they had shared, but knew they wouldn’t have it again for a while.
“Here,” she said, handing him a brown bag when he was about to leave. “A couple sandwiches for the road.”
“Thanks, Maggie,” he said. Then added, “I’m going to miss you.”
“I miss you already,” she said, with her voice cracked and her eyes watered.