Margaret Gives and Takes

I dropped the cane, stepped in close behind her and guided my rock hard cock into her opening. She pushed back against me and I glided in. She was hot and wet and I could feel the walls of her vagina rippling as they enclosed around me. I leaned into her, pushing my erection deep, until it bumped against her cervix and she moaned with pleasure.

"Ohhhh, you feel so good and so hard,'' she said, pushing back against me.

Having already come in her mouth I was in no hurry, so I started to fuck her with long, slow, deep penetrations. Pulling back until the head of my cock appeared between her labia and then driving back in. She braced herself against the armchair and rocked back to meet me with each stroke. I reached under her chest and held her breasts in my hands. Tugging on them to adjust the speed of our coupling, and squeezing them with my fingers.

She responded to my touch like a thoroughbred, keeping pace with my thrusts, and moaning softly. As the pace picked up our thighs slapped together and she started to grunt. Normally I would have reached around and found her clitoris with my fingers, to help her over the final furlong. But this time I could sense that she need no external stimulation. The afterglow of the spanking and the thrusting against the front wall of her vagina, as my penis pounded into her, were going to be sufficient to get her to the finishing post.

I wanted it to last forever, I even slowed down the pace, not for my sake, but for hers. But she was in need of it, she wanted the climax that was building deep inside her, and she reached behind with one hand and slapped me hard on the flank, like a jockey applying the whip.

"Faster," she grunted, "Fuck me harder and faster." She beat out the rhythm with her hand, slapping it hard against my side to spur me on.

I reached for her hair and pulled her head back. "Come on then," I challenged her, "let's see you gallop down the final straight."

And then I rode her, gripping a handful of flesh on either side of her hips to hold her steady while I pounded my loins against her cane-striped buttocks, jamming my cock into her as hard as it would go, each thrust forcing the air out her lungs with an animalistic grunt.

Her breasts were swinging wildly. Her hair was matted with sweat. My cock was pounding in and out of her with wet, squelchy, sucking noises, spraying her juices over my legs and onto the leather chair on which she knelt. Her grunts had turned to howls interspersed with semi-coherent ejaculations.

"Oooowwwwwww! ... Fuck! ... Yes! ... Fuck! ... Ooooowwwww! ... Yes! ... Harder! ... Fuck! ... Ooooowwwww!"

Once again I had a vision of us as the centre of attention in a crowded room, our spotlit, sweat-gleaming bodies, frenziedly coupling for the viewing pleasure of lust-filled, glinting eyed men and women, baying their approval.

"Oooowww! ... Yes! ... Yes! ... I'M COMING! ... OOOOWWWW."

Her howl rose in pitch to a scream. Her head was thrashing from side to side, her hips were bucking and the strong contractions in her vagina, drove me over the edge of my own climax. I plunged into her, as if trying to penetrate to the very core of her being, and grunted and bayed as my seed erupted, and continued to plunge, forcing spurts of semen and love juice out of her overflowing vagina.

When we were both spent, I leaned forward over her back with my arms around her, enjoying the intimacy of our afterglow.

"You can rest on me, lover," said Margaret. "I'm strong enough to hold you."

"You are wonderful Margaret, and I love you."

She turned her head around to kiss me. "I love you too. Now hop off and fetch my smartphone it's in my handbag."

There was gurgling, squelch as I withdrew, and a stream of our creamy juices trickled out of her opening and flowed down over her anus.

I fetched the 'phone. "What do you want to do with it? Surely this is no time to call your mother?"

"Take a picture of my battle scars." She stuck her bottom out and twisted her head towards me as I aimed the lens at her bottom.

"It's a bit lewd Margaret. You've got your legs apart and I can see both sets of lips, your pink slit and globs of sperm sliding down your bum-hole. Not to mention the six red stripes across your pretty arse."

"You can be so romantic. Fire away."

I pressed the button and took several shots.

"What are you going to do with them?"

"I'm going to store one on your 'phone, so the next time you're away and tempted by some exotic Athenian siren, you'll remember just what's waiting for you back home. No tapestry weaving Penelope here, thank you. Just a red blooded woman hungry for your cock."

She climbed down off the chair and reached for the smartphone. "And perhaps I'll send one to my mother. Confirm all her worst suspicions about you."

My open mouth said it all.

She grinned mischievously. "I'm kidding, maybe ..."