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Maggie in Season Pt. 2
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Maggie in Season Pt. 2  Maggie in Season Pt. 2 “Sorry,” Maggie said, “I thought it was a bar of soap.” The hand that didn’t quite meet encircling my cock was smooth but strong, and felt almost feverish. Her brown eyes were meeting mine, and her red lips lightly parted the tip of her tongue showing. I had a kitten once who used to do that when she was thinking of getting into mischief. Time froze, un froze, froze again. I seemed to be living between breaths. The steam from the shower rose and curled around us. A single tear drop of perspiration formed in the notch of her upper lip and ran down to her lips where her tongue, only the pink moist tip of it, appeared and thirstily licked it up. Her hand slid down the shaft of my cock and her fingers beneath me to tease the heavy orbs beneath as they drew tighter to my body. At her touch I felt as if they were trying to draw up into the cavity they descended from, but they were too tight, swollen in their sack, for that. Like my cock there was an ache in them, only this was tight and sharp where the one in my cock was dull and hot. It was only a hard on, only sperm filled balls, nothing momentous was happening; nothing that had not happened a million times in a million showers in places all over the planet, some of them at this very moment. Well, it wasn’t their cock, it wasn’t their balls, it wasn’t her hand. She leaned in toward my face and her tongue licked lightly at my upper lip, tasting the salt sweat. I tried to kiss her mouth but she was too fast for me. I prayed this was more than a tease. It was less praying than begging. Don’t let her suddenly stop, laugh, and make fun of me for thingking she was actually going to ... Whatever she was going to do. Whatever she was already doing. We need to get you cleaned up, she said, and let go my cock and balls. A rag appeared from somewhere and a bar of soap and she began to work it into suds, then she touched it to my upper arm and began to rub it softly in. I looked down, the first time I had nerve enough to really look at her breasts. They were only a breath away from my flesh. The steam had condensed and droplets formed on the swollen curve. One broke away and ran in a rivulet into the valley between the twin brown orbs. Another droplet hung from the distended tip of her turgid nipple about to fall, but not yet, not yet. It hung suspended there for eons. I aged, died, was reborn and came to this precise moment of my life countless times in the space between breaths it hung there before gravity pulled it down and away. I wanted to suck it up with my lips. To take the hard but soft point of the nipple between my lips and suckle like the foal at her mother’s teat. Soon, Maggie said. First we wash. Soon. First ... those sounded promising. She moved the soapy rag in circles on my chest, wide circles growing smaller then widening out again. She must have felt my heart pounding under her touch. It was all I could do not to touch my cock it ached so bad. When it brushed her belly just below her navel and above the dark sable soft vee of pubic hair not quite covering the swell of her prominent mons a wet kiss of moisture fell on her belly and then ran down into the sable forest. That colt on its four thin wobbly legs must be more steady than I was. It surely must have trembled less. There was a hollow where my gut had been, my head felt light, and my mouth was dry. I didn’t dare speak for fear my voice would crack. The rag had finished with my chest, but rather than move lower she told me to turn around. I did and the cascade of hot water from the shower pelted my front. It fell in a virtual water falls from my cock and balls.. I hadn’t even noticed it on my back and buttocks. Maggie made wide circles with the soapy rag on my back. The water mixed with the soap on my chest and ran down into my crotch in front so the water fall turned white. As she reached the small of my back it felt as if the lower half of my body would fall away like ripe fruit from a tree.  She held my buttocks with one hand and soaped them with the other. The rag moved to the top of my crack, then her fingers slid it down between my cheeks. At the base she pushed inward a little and I unconsciously parted my legs. The rag continued down across the little spider kiss and into my crotch, warm soapy pleasure enveloping my balls. She washed them tenderly, and then her hand moved on, I felt her forearm under me, my soapy balls resting on it. She took my cock in the soapy slick rag and ran it the length of me out to the tip of the glans and back to the base, my heavy tight balls rolling on her forearm. I felt warm breath on my shoulder and then the pressure of her lips. You taste good, she said. I tried to think of delivering that foal. All I could think of was the big bay quarter we had bred her with and the violent coupling afterwards watching as Maggie wiped clean the stallions still impressive organ as had to be done when breeding horses. I thought of baseball --- I hated baseball. I thought of football, football tore up my knee. I tried algebra. I was lousy at algebra. I tried conjugating Latin verbs ... Amo, Amas, Amet, Amat --- I love ... I was no longer trembling. I was shaking like an October leaf in the West Texas wind. A single stroke forward or back of the wash cloth and I was going to end this before it even began and I couldn’t even warn her. I heard a moan and was shocked to realize it was me. As if reading my mind she removed her hand from my soapy dripping cock. I felt a heavy worm of pre cum escape and could almost envision it hanging from the small lips drawn by gravity from me and suspended from the tip of my cock before breaking free. Her free arm came around me, then the one with the soapy cloth and she pressed into me. I felt her breasts heavy and slick against my soapy back. I felt the soft sable brush at the base of my ass. Her teeth playfully nibbled at my neck. She slid the length of my body like a diamondback shedding its skin and began to wash my thighs and legs. Her face was level with my buttocks and I felt her lips brush them and then her teeth lightly sink into the right cheek. I remembered when we were younger and we went skinny dipping in the small pond with the little waterfall. I was climbing from the water onto one of the rocks and behind me Maggie suddenly nipped my ass with her teeth like the colts playing in the pasture. play, almost literally. Nothing sexual about it, at least nothing we perceived. Maggie being Maggie, a little rough, a little wild, playful, challenging. Never this challenging. This didn’t seem half as funny. It didn’t seem anywhere near as innocent. She had good strong large white teeth, what my grandmother called movie star teeth. She bit hard enough to leave a mark for a few days then. Now she left another kind of mark, but not on my skin, at least not on the outside. Still kneeling behind me, she said, turn around. My cock throbbed and a sharp sensation shot its length from the shaft deep up in my body to the straining tip so taut if felt as if I was exploding from my skin. If she had so much as breathed a single warm breath at that moment I would have emptied my self uselessly like an eager stallion bred for the first time and missing the mark. I caught my breath and turned ...  To be continued...  Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.  |
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Your teasing me.. loved it! should have turned on the dam fan next time I tell myself.. Now I need a cold shower.. ty .. hugssssssss V  Angelique said she felt like a Swiss watch, I wound her up so tight she thought her spring would break when she let go. Sarah said I went at it so long that when she fell asleep after she could still feel me doing it even while I was on the other side of the bed snoring. Cold shower, won't that just remind you of the story ... Thank you, I'm glad you like it. I promise it has a climax, and not just the story, but I'm not there yet. I can only tell you part 3 might not be the end ... I do get my partners and my readers to the big climax but I like them to climb the wall before I get there. Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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Your teasing me.. loved it! should have turned on the dam fan next time I tell myself.. Now I need a cold shower.. ty .. hugssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Enjoyed the read, thanks for writing it!  Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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