Starting from Scratch Ch. 02

Margaret gasped in pleasure at being impaled so savagely in Thomas's first thrust. Her back arched, her ass bounced, and then she was thrust up tilting her hips so that each thrust of Thomas's long hard prick sank deeper and deeper inside her.

'Oh, God!' She thought in a lascivious moan, 'It has been so long since I've had a man between my thighs, and balls deep inside my pussy!'

Thomas kissed Margaret fiercely and she reciprocated with equal passion. He hadn't missed her sighing, "It's about time!" and he was not going to let Margaret be disappointed in him now! He kissed her wonderful mouth but then he pulled away and started kissing down her cheek to her ears. He suckled her ear and the corner of her jaw until he left a hickey, and then he moved down her neck to her clavicle. From her collarbone, he kissed down her chest to her breasts. He had to at this point withdraw from the hot wet confines of Margaret's vagina so that he could suckle, nibble, and bite her nipples by turn. First the right, and then the left. Margaret moaned and arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward into Thomas's waiting mouth, and then he moved down and she sighed again, this time in loss and disappointment as he kissed his way down her belly to her navel.

When he moved down below the small hill of her lower belly Margaret gasped excitedly and purred as she thrust her pubic mound up toward his mouth and opened her thighs wider for him. Wrapping his arms beneath her thighs, he bit and sucked on her ivory outer labia. He licked and kissed her smooth pubic mound, and he pushed his tongue deep into the folds of her labia. He found her clitoris and suckled and licked circles around it. He licked up the nectar coating her vulva and nibbled on the pink petals of her inner labia, and then he delved his tongue deep inside her vagina. She tasted like salty tears and she smelled like a woman. Thomas dived in deeper, losing himself in the pleasure of eating out this beautiful woman beneath him.

He worked her pussy from vagina to clit, never staying in one spot too long so as to over-sensitize her, but still, finally, at some point, her thighs closed around his head. Margaret mewled,and panted, and moaned wantonly as she begged, "Fuck me!"

"Fuck me, Thomas..."

"Come up here and kiss me..."

"Fucking fuck me like you're trying to fucking impregnate me!"

Margaret's abdomen arched upward, she thrust her pussy wildly in Thomas's mouth, and she twisted at her nipples as she screamed and howled in orgasm. Thomas stopped licking Margaret's pussy, and slowly, oh so very slowly, her shuddering stopped and her thick thighs loosened their death grip hold on his head. Gently he lowered Margaret's back to the quilt they were laying on. She was breathing hard, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Her heels finally touched the quilt, and her hands shot up to grab at Thomas's shoulders and drag him up to kiss her as deeply as he could. Her leg wrapped around his hips and one of her hands slid down and grabbed his dick and guided it back inside her hot, wet, cunt.

Margaret didn't care if she thought like a two-bit whore at that moment. Hell, she didn't care if this kid did get her pregnant, at the moment. All she knew was that he was attractive. He was aroused by her, and she hadn't been fucked much less given an orgasm in eight long lonely years. She was due, and by God, fuck the consequences!

Besides, this kid just gave her the most epic orgasm she ever had!

Their soft hairless skin slapped each other until echoes of their breeding could be heard up and down the river. Margaret gasped and she moaned, and she encouraged her lover with hissed, "Fuck me, baby!"

"Fuck me harder!"

"Deeper!"

"Oh yeah, right there baby!"

"Shit! Fuck! Fuck me!"

"Fuck, shoot your cum in me!"

"Yes! Shoot it into my womb!"

"Oh fuck, yes! Shoot it into my uterus! Fuck!"

With such encouragement, Thomas gladly consented. He kissed and nibbled at her mouth and the corner of her jaw just below her earlobe, and slammed his dick into Margaret with youthful abandon. She lifted her legs high into the air and spread them so far apart she was nearly doing a split. Thomas's dick slammed into her cervix and battered it viciously. Margaret responded by howling in another orgasm, and her body responded by relaxing her cervical muscles so that Thomas penetrated her deeper than she ever had been before.

Thomas's testicles ached. They ached from the bashing they were receiving as they slapped Margaret's soft fatty ass, and they ached with all the sperm inside them boiling over to seed Margaret's fertile garden. Thomas's testicles tingled, and then he gasped as his twin boilers exploded and sperm raced through his loins to hit his prostate. His eyes rolled in his head and fireworks burst and flashed in his brain, and then great creamy geysers of cum sprayed Margaret's vaginal walls, burst through the small opening of her cervix, and drenched her uterus in Thomas's seed!

Margaret's third climax hit her like a freight train rushing by. She was blown away. She was flying, and she was falling all at the same time. She didn't scream. Her mouth was open wide. Blood vessels popped from her neck, and veins bulged from her forehead, but no sound came out of her mouth as her eyes rolled up into her skull and her eyelids fluttered in pure euphoria.

Thomas grabbed Margaret's thighs again, and he pushed and pressed his dick steadily deeper and deeper into Margaret's womb. He blasted cum into her like he had been backed up for years and he was just now cumming and it was buckets. Margaret shook and he shuddered, and then at last his balls were empty. He blasted out the last of it straight into Margaret's uterus, and with it the last of his strength. He released her thighs and fell forward on top of Margaret. They lay there for a long time, the sun beaming down on their naked bodies as they gulped in air and recovered from their excursions.

It was several minutes, but then Margaret sighed, "I knew I was right to bring you home with me." Then she giggled like a teenage girl kissing her first boyfriend.

Thomas smiled and kissed her neck before he answered, "I am glad you brought me home too."

Margaret's giggle settled into a deeper, more mature, chuckle as she wrapped her arms around Thomas's waist and said, "What took you so long? I have been waiting for you to make a move for weeks."

Thomas just laughed and shook his head, "What can I say? I am a little obtuse. If you want me to do something like that, then you're going to have to parade around in front of me naked or something."

Margaret laughed, "I did that, and still you didn't make a move."

Thomas nodded, "And if I had made a move, and you didn't want my affection. What would have happened then?"

Margaret had to give a grudging nod and say, "I see."

"Besides," Thomas purred in her ear, "We are here now aren't we? So, what do you wanna do now? Play in the river some more or fuck?"

Margaret tightened her hug as she purred, "I want you to fuck my brains out of my head. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Crystal," Thomas said as he started thrusting his dick in Margaret's pussy once more.

It took almost thirty minutes before Thomas came again. His dick may not go down after just one fuck session, but his balls needed time to cook up more seed. In the meantime, he fucked Margaret to six more shrieking climaxes before he dumped another bucket full of cum into her womb again. After they recovered Margaret was ready for another swim.

This time when they wrestled and played they didn't care that their bodies ground and slid across each other. Margaret pointedly grabbed at Thomas's dick and balls, and he grabbed greedy handfuls of her bountiful ass, her perky breasts, and even grabbed her pussy and slid his fingers inside. Playing turned into kissing and making out, and soon they were back on the quilt with Margaret bent over as Thomas fucked her from behind, and then with her straddling him cowboy style as she ground her pussy on his dick until he fill her up with one load of cum after another.

It was evening time with the sun hovering over the western mountains before Margaret pulled her tank-top over her head and her Daisy Dukes up her legs, over her ass, and button tight around her waist. Thomas followed suit, and then they rolled up the quilt, gathered up the picnic basket, and jumped in the truck to race home. Margaret didn't bother with parking the pickup in the barn. She came to a sliding halt right in front of her front steps, and amidst giggles and encouragements, she grabbed Thomas's hand and led him into her home, into her bed, and then they spend most of the night fucking like newlyweds.