MIDSUMMER MADNESS WITH MARGO (THE MAGNIFICENT) INTRODUCTION - HOW IT ALL BEGAN By the Silver Dragon The events that follow are not the result of a sudden meeting between Margo and myself over the vegetable display at the local Krogers. Oh no, not at all... In fact there were many times in the months leading up to them that we both wondered if we would ever truly meet. In order to clarify, a little background information is necessary...... Margo and I met (if you can call what happened "meeting") on a BBS system that serves the metropolitan area where we both live. She in a far northeastern suburb and me in one on the western edge of the city. I had been calling Gus & Henry's BBS almost since the day they started up; usually a couple of times a week to start, and lately a minimum of once a day, Gus & Henry started a shoe-string operation, but they had plans to make theirs the best damn Adult Oriented BBS in the Region... and by and large they have succeeded. Expanding from one, to two, and finally to four lines, callers are still often greeted by the Honk-Honk-Honk of a busy line. To make a long story short, Gus & Henry have managed to attract quite a following of folks who write "spirited" adult stories, and provide "excellent" photo files, as well as folks who are happy exchanging "steamy correspondence". It was through the correspondence exchange that I met Margo. ==0== One day, while flipping through the E-mail on Gus & Henry's, I spotted a note from a new female user, who related that her husband "The Aussie Wildman" (who had been a regular) thought she might get a kick out of the BBS. She went on to say that she was young (Yum), still in her mid-twenties, well-put-together, and had long golden blonde hair. She went on to say that she (with the Aussie Wildman's help, ad downloaded and read a few "interesting" files, and had scanned the messages - and now was curious to see what the BBS could offer her. Needless to say, she was deluged with notes from many of the guys, welcoming her, making suggestions for files for her to check-out, and offering all sorts of personalized instruction (that was not limited to tickling the keys of her computer). I waited a few days to see if she was a "one-shot-user" or if she was going to be a regular caller. Was I pleasantly surprised! Not only did she call pretty regularly, she also joined right in, thanking the fellows for their suggestions, and making a few of her own. Sooooo.... being me, I dropped her a "Welcome Aboard Note" and offered to provide her with any assistance she might like or want. The reply nearly melted my screen. She said something like, "Thanks for your offer of assistance. The Wildman is going to class while I'm home, and I'm working when he's home. I'm getting horny as heck.... Can you help?" The exchange of private mail that followed that request was really something. I'd read her note, and dash off one of mine in reply... usually offering to lick, nibble, caress, squeeze, fondle or penetrate the body part or orifice of her choice. Surprisingly, she responded and offered to stroke, lick, suck, or otherwise please any or all of my body parts and/or appendages in any order and for whatever duration was humanly possible. My condition, when reading and replying to her mail would politely be called "aroused", and more realistically my hard-on made it necessary to stay behind my desk for a considerable time before venturing around the office.... or around the house. A quick background note. During our letter-writing campaign, I told her what I do for a living, and she told me that she worked for the State Patrol as a dispatcher. When I learned how she was employed, I wondered if I was either being set-up for some kind of sex charge, or if she was just pulling my chain, but after a quick review of her previous notes (which I had saved) there was no question that she had at least shared responsibility for the blatantly sexual content of our mail. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, I took the plunge and gave her my office telephone number as asked if she could call me. She responded that she would - during a break the following day at a certain time. She did. I don't remember all that much of the content of the call. What I remember is the raw, wild, erotic images that smashed into my subconscious from the sound of her voice. Soft, pitched much lower than I expected, with a breathy almost raspy quality that shatter my resistance as it drove from my ear straight to my crotch. It was a short call, but we did arrange for her to call me every few days... and those calls were totally unbelievable!! MIDSUMMER MADNESS WITH MARGO (THE MAGNIFICENT) THE PLOT GETS MORE INTERESTING I guess it was during the third or fourth call when Margo caught me off-guard and just about drove me crazy. /During our initial calls we had talked about light subjects, and I told her I was at the office, so I would have to "somewhat careful" about my choice of language... so I didn't "draw a crowd" or unwanted attention. So when she gave me an earful of phone sex (and trousers full of erection) about all I could do was stutter and mumble in reply: "Good morning, Lover," she said softly. "I'll bet you aren't having as nice a time as I am right now." "Oh, I don't know," sez I. "I'm talking to you, so that makes MY morning awfully nice." "I'm working Second Shift today," she continued, "so I'm at home.... And do you know what I'm doing?" "Having a second cup of coffee, and watching CNN?" I asked. "Nope... I'm sitting here... wearing JUST a filmy lace gown.... ENJOYING myself......" There was a pause. "C'mon, just picture me," she said, "leaning back in my recliner..... with my knees up over the arms....." "Nice...." I breathed into the phone. "You can only imaging how nice..... I'm holding the phone with my neck.... so that leaves both of my hand free to do whatever I want....." "Jeezeez, Margo...." "Like use one of my long, sharp, red-painted fingernails to just brush the tip of my nipple.... uummmm... or to pinch it... mmmuummm.... and make it hard...." "This isn't fair," I protested. "You know I can't talk like that you!" I whispered into the phone. "Or, I can slide a finger into my pussy... My wet, warm, tight pussy... Sliding it in, and out, making myself hotter and hotter...," she continued. The call continued like this, with me muttering and stuttering, and protesting, as Margo finally stimulated herself to a screaming orgasm, and I totally ruined a pair of slacks, in spite of my attempts to stay cool and detached. As she finally stopped, and was gasping into the receiver, I said, "Margo... Fair is fair. Give me a number where I can call you to return the favor." Surprisingly, she did, and suggested a couple of times when she'd be home alone. Our phone sex and correspondence almost took on a life if its own. Daily contact, sometimes by telephone, sometimes on the computer, sometimes both. It was as if some sexually urgent force had taken command of both of us, and we were helpless in its grasp. Finally, during one of our calls, I said, "God Damn it, Margo... We've got to do something about this!" "I know," she said, almost sadly. "I've been thinking the same thing. We're either going to back-off, or do something about out "problem." "Rather than make that decision right now," I said, "let's at least meet for lunch, or coffee, or a drink or something. [#Using `Who` to begin a sentence usually means it is a question and should have a question mark (`?`) at the end.#] Who knows.... You might not be [#Simplify. Try form of `can`.#] able to stand the sight of me." "Okay," she responded after a short pause. "Can you meet me in an hour?" I looked at my watch, thought about my schedule, and said, "You bet! Name the place." She did, and after making sure I knew where it was, and telling her how to recognize me, we had agreed to meet. MIDSUMMER MADNESS WITH MARGO (THE MAGNIFICENT) (FINALLY) WE MEET FOR LUNCH I timed my arrival at the restaurant for 15-minutes prior the "appointed hour". First, I've always been a "lateness freak". It makes me crazy to know I'm going to be late for any appointment, especially for one holding as much potential for excitement as my first meeting with Margo. My second reason for arriving early was to insure we could be seated in a semi- secluded area, that would give us as much privacy as possible. I'd been to Cuzzin Biff's Chowhouse before, and knew that there were a couple of booths that would give us the freedom to discuss whatever it was we were going to discuss, without worrying (too much) about being overheard. I knew first hand after not being able to speak freely at the office during our telephone conversations, just how frustrating it could be - not to be able to speak freely. After speaking with the Hostess, and tipping her rather lavishly to guarantee one of the private booths, I exited into the parting lot, to await Margo's arrival. I didn't have long to wait. It was only a matter a two or three minutes, when I saw a car glide to a stop and a tall, well-built blonde start toward the front door. I intercepted her, just as she was about to open the glass door. "Margo?" I asked. She looked at me, and then a broad smile lit her face, "Hi... You must be Max." "In the flesh," I answered. "I hope you don't mind, but I've already seen the Hostess and reserved a booth in back...." "Mind? Of course not! I got away a few minutes early to see if I could do that. It seems like our minds are working pretty much alike." Without further ado, we walked in together, and were quickly seated. An efficient waitress brought menus, etc. and said she would be back. A sudden silence descended on our table. I looked at Margo and she looked at me, and the silence was broken when we both started talking at once. "Are you...." "You're... Why don't you go first," I volunteered. "I'm a great believer in allowing women to go first." "In everything? she asked with a wicked grin. "Everything important. I love to walk behind them, to stand behind them.... I always try to let the lady come first." Now it was my turn to grin. Margo didn't miss a beat. "That sounds great," she said. What I started to say was, "Are you disappointed?" "In what?" I asked, not really understanding what she was asking. "In me, silly." "Gawd, no," I answered. "In fact you are a wonderful surprise." "So are you," she continued. "When you finally told me a little bit about yourself, I was sort of expecting to see an 'old man'. That's something you're definitely not!" "And when you said you were Rubenesque, was afraid you were going to be a real 747," I added. "You're not one of those undernourished 'Twiggy-types', but..... Oh, yes... Very, very nice." Now that we had the formalities out of the way, and it appeared that neither of us was going to run screaming toward the exit, we decided to order lunch, to avoid interruptions to what could be an "interesting" meal. "You know," I started when the waiter left our table, "you really didn't play fair during those phone calls. Especially the one you made from the house." "Whah, what-evah do you mean," she cooed in a broad, fake' southern drawl. "When you started in telling me what you were doing, sitting there in that arm-chair...." "I got your attention, didn't I?" "Hell yes! Everything was suddenly at attention," I laughed. "You weren't really doing all..." "You mean was I playing with myself as I talked with you?" I nodded dumbly, felling my cock suddenly twitch, as I remembered the call. "Yeah, that's what I mean," I replied, my attention riveted on this gorgeous young woman. "Weeellll... not at first...." she started. "At first I was just teasing you. But as I talked, I decided "why not, and began doing what I was talking about." "Jeez," I mumbled, shifting from the ever-increasing tightness in my slacks. "All I could do was close my eyes and imagine...." "I could tell. You kept mumbling, and trying to be cool and calm on the phone. I think that made it even better for me. Knowing that I could tell you anything.... and there wasn't anything you could do about it." She paused, and took a quick look around, to see if anyone was eavesdropping, before she continued. "I kept talking, and imagining what would turn you on, and then did it and talked about it, and I kept getting hotter and hotter...." "Me too," I interjected. "Anyway, by the time the call was over, I'd cum about three times, and totally soaked my chair." "And when you were done, I'd ruined a perfectly good pair of slacks, soaked my chair, and relegated myself to staying behind my desk for almost the rest of the day," I laughed. "But it was worth it... Believe me!" "What happened on my end of the phone was great too," she said. We both smiled at each other, mentally probing... trying to decide where the conversation would go, when the waiter returned with our meals, giving a welcome break to the mental gymnastics I know I was going through. When things settled down at the table, our conversation continued as if there had not been a short uncomfortable pause. As we started to eat I looked Margo over. Not obtrusively, but casually, letting my eyes roam over hear at will, wishing my gaze was physically attached to my fingers. This was a dynamite looking lady. She hadn't stretched the truth or fabricated anything. Long golden blonde hair, eyes that were so green they were almost startling, and a lush voluptuous body. I thought to myself, that she was lucky, because so many tall women get their height through their torso. Not Margo! She was perhaps a little short-waisted, so her 5'-9" came from long, tapered, gorgeous legs... Legs that were so long, at a man who started licking her toes could develop an altitude nose-bleed before he got to the top. As I said her body was voluptuous and ripe. Her adjective she had used in her personal physical description had been "Rubenesque". Too often I've seen that description used by women who were grotesquely overweight. Not Margo! No, she wasn't super slim, like the models they use for Special-K commercials, but to my eyes there was a fantastically constructed, sensual young woman sharing my booth for lunch.... and I hoped by the end of our meal, she'd be willing to share much, much more. Margo looked up and saw what I was doing and blushed a little, but quickly recovered and said, "Well, do I pass?" "Are you kidding? I said. I was just thinking how the way you described yourself.... You didn't do yourself justice." Margo made a brief gesture of dismissal. Like I was blowing smoke, so I continued, "You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you? You look like a garden-ripe peach, just full of good stuff and bursting to get out. If anybody has a right to be concerned about how they look it's me." "You?" she said quickly. "You look great.... All right, you're no Arnold Schwartendingus, but you look pretty good. I thought you might look like the typical "dirty old man". You know, with the trench coat and the bottomless popcorn cup." I must have looked confused, because she pantomimed holding something in her lap. Then she looked over and said, "Hey, little girl, reach in and get some popcorn." I couldn't help myself, and I started to giggle, and then laugh. She joined in, and suddenly several people at surrounding tables were looking at us strangely. When we had settled down, Margo looked over at me and said, "I think you'll do just fine." "At what?" I asked, feeling like quite a bit was suddenly unsaid. She ignored my question. Instead, she reached down to the hem of her abbreviated skirt, and lifted it slowly, rolling it back on itself. Helplessly, I watched the edge of the silky cloth rolling slowly up her firm young thigh. In the shadow beneath the edge of the table, the overhead lights made the nylon filaments sparkle, as they caught the light. My attention was also captured, especially, when the darker hue of the reinforced stocking top was revealed. My eyes flicked up to hers, and I saw that she was carefully watching my reaction to my private showing of her leg. Margo continued to slide the hem of her skirt higher, until the smooth creamy skin above the top of her stocking was available to my sight. A beautiful expanse of tender young feminine flesh was broken only by the lacy intrusion of her garter. She stopped, and I took a deep breath, looked deeply into her eyes and say only one word. "Wow!" "You like?" she asked softly, with a tentative smile. "Gawd, yes!" I breathed in reply. I swallowed a couple of times, to get a little moisture back in my mouth, and then said, "If you keep that up, I'm likely to have a heart attack or something." "I think I'd rather you had the 'or something'," she smiled back at me wickedly, running her wet pink tongue over her full luscious lips. She straightened her shirt, and I made a very disappointed face. My expression lasted only a moment, because he softly patted the cushion immediately beside her hip and said, "Slide over a little...." Mama didn't raise any geniuses, but she hadn't raised a dummy either. When a beautiful young woman asks me to sit close to her, I rarely refuse, so I scooted closer, catching a scent of a light perfume, and a faint musky undertone, that I figured was a signal that she too, was aroused. I leaned back, after moving close to Margo, shook my head slowly, and said very quietly, "Lady, you are something else." "And you don't like it I suppose?" "What's not to like...... I think your openness is wonderful," I answered. "I'll show you openness later... Right now I want to see if you've been all talk." I jumped when her hand arrived on the top of my thigh, but quickly understood what she was doing. As her hand moved toward my crotch, she turned her head, and said, "Care to return the favor?" Instantly my hand was below her shirt, sliding up her inner thigh until my fingers were nestling and gently exploring her moist crotch. While I was becoming "much" better acquainted with Margo's anatomy, she was busy checking out my 'Johnson'. I must have passed, because as my fingers attempted to burrow through the soaked nylon of her panties, her fingers were doing a timeless dance along and around my cock; which was now straining for release. Margo leaned her head onto my shoulder, as we stimulated each other and said, "Let's go....." I didn't ask where. I didn't care, so long as it was with her. MIDSUMMER MADNESS WITH MARGO (THE MAGNIFICENT) AFTER LUNCH - IT'S OFF TO HER HOUSE I started out, eagerly following the lady, when I started thinking with my head. (the one between my ears). I signaled to her, and quickly used a pay phone in the lobby, to let my office I had gotten tied up (interesting thought), and would be in the next morning. Margo had stepped close to me while I was making the call, and was casually running her long tapered fingers over the bulge in my crotch. Needless to say, my secretary knew something was up, but thought I was ill, rather than stammering and stuttering because of what this wild-woman was doing to me. In the parking lot, Margo pointed out her car, and I did the same. Then she said, "We've got a ways to go. I'll watch for you, but follow me." I quickly nodded, and that earned me a quick peck on the cheek, and a whispered, "That's not even an appetizer. Just wait." And we were off.... Headed only "she knew where". Margo was a good driver. She signaled her intentions in advance, and made those moves so I could follow her easily. The fact that her RX-7 was fire engine red didn't hurt anything either. In a matter of a few minutes, we were on the Freeway, headed northeast. At the sign for Exit 93, her turn signal started flashing and she began getting ready to exit. A few lefts and rights found us on a quiet suburban street, with the houses widely separated, and surrounded by stately trees. The turn- signal flashed again, and I followed her into a large condominium complex. She pulled the RX-7 to stop, and waved for me to park next to her. I did, and climbed out; following, as she walked up a walkway and used her key to unlock a heavy, ornate front door. Once inside, she turned toward me, and stepped forward into my arms, pressing her body against mine. Her arms twined around my neck, and we indulged in (and enjoyed) a long wet deep kiss, my arms were pressing her even tighter. Finally, we came up for air, and she stepped back, and wiggled her forefinger in a "follow-me"gesture. I did, through the entry hall, and down a step into a sunken great room, handsomely furnished with designer furniture, and what looked like original oil paintings. As I looked around, at the sumptuous surroundings, Margo had stepped into a conversation pit, kicked off her shoes, and taken a seat, (almost reclining) on the smooth pearl gray velvet. I looked up when I heard her hiss, "Psst," and quickly joined her. As I sat beside her, and tentatively reached for her hand, Margo looked at me and said, I'm so nervous... I'm not sure... I'm not sure this is a good idea." "You're not the only one nervous," I quipped. I keep listening for the front door to crash open and your irate husband to run in with a 12-gauge." "Aussie's not like that," she said. "In fact, we talked it over, and he told me to meet you for lunch" "He did?" I said, flabbergasted. "And what about this? After lunch? "He left that up to me," she said quietly, looking at the floor. "He said after lunch I could either say good-bye and thank you for lunch, or invite to over here... For "dessert" if I felt comfortable with you." "Jesus!" I said, shaking my head. "I don't know..." "What don't you know? You don't find me attractive? Or, you don't want to make love to me? Or, you don't know if it'll be fun if I have "permission"?" "None of those things," I mumbled. "It's just I've never been in this situation before, and it's strange. That's all." As we had been quietly talking, Margo had been surreptitiously unbuttoning her blouse, and unfastening the catch on her skirt. I had been so wrapped up in my reactions to the relationship that she and her husband shared, I hadn't paid much attention to what she was doing. I was instantly cured, when after she asked if I wanted something to drink, and said "ice water" she rose, leaving her skirt in a pile around her ankles, and her blouse gaped open. Ohhhh," was all I was able to say for a moment, as I watched her fantastic ass, roll out of the room, framed at the top by the hem of her blouse, and at the bottom by the tops of her stockings, held in place by lacy garters. The view when she returned carrying two glasses was even more awe-inspiring, as her generously endowed bosom, wrapped in a nearly transparent lacy bra .... "Aw shit, you're beautiful," was all I was capable of saying. She stopped in front of me and bent forward, to hand me the glass of water. I missed the glass on my first attempt to take it. My eyes were racing over her, catching the shadow of her pubic bush beneath tiny, equally transparent panties, and then to her breasts, which tumbled out of the confining brassiere, as she leaned forward. She had fiddled the catch between her breasts while she was in the kitchen. I quickly placed the glass on the coffee table and reached for her. Margo offered no resistance, and slipped on the couch beside me, leaning toward me, so my hands cupped her glorious breasts. She moaned softly, as she pressed forward and we kissed once again. "I guess it's time to get you comfortable now, isn't it?" I didn't need a second invitation. I loosened my tie, after shucking off my jacket. My shirt and shoes were the next to go, followed quickly by my pants, until I sat there with this nearly naked woman, clad only in my shorts and wrist watch. "Okay," I said. "Your turn, Margo. Would you like some help?" She shook her head, and almost grimly removed her blouse, and bra, as I watched carefully, savoring her ever move, and ever square inch of her soft smooth skin as it was fully exposed. She glanced at me, as I watched, her unfasten and remove her nylon stocking, and then slide the garterbelt down over her womanly hips. There she was, naked, except for those tiny panties, beside me on the couch. I reached for her, drawing her toward me, pressing our bodies together, as we both savored the touch of the other's body. I leaned back, drawing her forward with me, until I was flat on my back, and Margo was on top of me, there in the conversation pit, in her Great Room. She wiggled, well maybe shivered is a better description, as my hand slide down her body, and cupped the firm globes of her ass, pressing her forward, firmly anchoring our pelvises together. My hand moved, almost as if it had a mind of its own, slipping inside the waistband of the tiny panties, and she moaned into my mouth, as we kissed deeply, as my fingers found the fullness of her hot flesh. She rolled off me, and slipped her hand inside my shorts, taking inventory, as it were. For the look on her face it was clear her was not disappointed with what I had to offer. I leaned toward her, kissing her nipple, and running my tongue over the tip, and felt it swell with her arousal. I repeated my action with her other breast, as my fingers took over for my lips, on the first. I sucked, and nibbled and caressed with my tongue and lips on one breast, while my fingers fondled, tickled, squeezed and gently tugged on the other. Then I reversed, repeating... left, right, left, right, as Margo threw her head back, and just enjoyed all the attention. When twenty minutes or so had passed, she was gasping softly, and both nipples were erect and sensitized, to the point that the merest touch or lick made Margo shiver with enjoyment. She was aroused. Not as aroused as she would become, but the musky scent of her natural moister was apparent. Not wanting to waste the moment, I disengaged from her breasts, and dropped to the floor, in front of her. I began by running my fingers softly up the backs of her calves, and the beginning to kiss the tops of her thighs. If there is one thing Margo is not - it's slow. She immediately opened her legs, offering the inner plains if her thighs to my tongue. As I licked the firms warm flesh of her inner thighs, my hands had moved up to the waistband of her panties. As I tugged them down, Margo raised her hips, allowing them to glide off with no obstruction. Quickly my hands were back on the outer surfaces of her thighs, urging her to slide forward, to make her furry treasure chest available to my lips, tongue, mouth and fingers. "Ohhh, Gaawd," she whispered as just the smallest portion of her buttocks remained supported by the velvet cushions of the couch, and she leaned back, with her legs spread wide for me. I readjusted myself, in accordance with Margo's willing posture. I leaned forward and ran my mouth up the inner surface of her creamy, silky thighs, and she quivered as I drew closer to her pussy; now fragrant from her arousal. I repeated the line of nibbles and licks, moving toward her vaginal portal, on the other thigh, and her shivers grew even more pronounced. My used both hands - reaching forward - my fingers, barely entering her moist slit. Then I gently opened her puffy, furred outer lips, to gaze at the wetness of her inner lips, and the slick entrance to her perfect, pretty, pink, portal of pleasure. As my head moved forward, Margo's eyes were locked on mine, and as my breath touched her tender, sensitive, private parts, she moaned softly, "YesssYessyeahhhhhh," and my tongue glided along the length of her flavorful snatch. Soon, her hips were rocking, and twitching as my lips and tongue played with her. Licking and sucking I increased her level of arousal, until she was flowing freely with sweet inner nectar. I used my mouth and teeth to open her outer lips as wide as possible, and then individually, tugged at the crinkled, soft inner lips, sucking them one at a time into my mouth, while my nose was buried deep in her creamy center. I shifted my attention slightly upward, to the now erect bud of her clitoris. Sucking and licking her clit, while my fingers entered her pussy in rhythmic strokes, she seemed to soar toward her first (but definitely not the last) orgasm of the afternoon. She bucked her hips, and her hands closed around the back of my head, forcing me tighter against her now frenzied flesh. My tongue and fingers continued to move in-and-out, and across her most sensitive parts, until with a lunge against my mouth and a scream of joy the orgasm that had been building crested and crashed over her. Her went rigid, not breathing, with only a tight quiver to her body as the force of her pleasure rocked her body and mind, until she suddenly went limp and almost sobbed with relief. As she regained her senses, I lay my head in her crotch, feeling all the gentle muscular aftershocks, and her fingers moved softly through my hair and across my face. During this period of recovery, Margo kept murmuring, in almost a monologue, "Thankyouthankyou.. Mmmmmsogoooddo good, Thank you thank you thank you." After several minutes, after her breathing has returned to normal, she shook her head, and said, "Wow! That was wonderful. Was I out-of-it for long?" "Not long," I replied, as my hands resumed gliding over the warm, firm flesh of her legs and thighs. The side of my head remained, nestled in her crotch. "Doing better? I asked. "Better? I don't know if I could stand much better... But, I think I'm okay now." She paused, and then said, "Now it It's my turn to make you cum. Let's trade places." I shifted, and sat beside her, and she rolled toward me, pressing her voluptuous body against me, and out hands raced over each other's body, enjoying the sensation of responsive flesh under our respective fingers, and the level of arousal we were both giving and receiving. Then Margo slowly drew away. Her large pink-capped breasts uncompressed from my chest, and grew into their normal configuration. But she didn't totally break contact. Instead, she arched her torso, maneuvering her nipples against my own, and in that position, she bushed against me; arousing us both. After several minutes she pulled away, and slipped to her knees between my legs, placing her cheek on my thigh. In that position, she watched my erect cock, as it responded to the soft touch of her fingers as he traced her fingernail down its length, and then reached forward to cup my balls in her palm, bouncing them gently, as if gauging their weight. Still supping my balls, her moved her face forward, and with her free hand positioned "Mr. Bill's" head at her lips. Her tongue snaked out, tracing slowly along the damp slit at the end, and then slowly pressed forward, allowing my cock to penetrate into her mouth. I watched as more and more of my throbbing prick was enveloped, all of my feelings concentrated at the tight circle she had made of her lips, and thrilling as her tongue raced over the head and shaft. "God you're good," I said softly, as my level of arousal rose with each lick. Margo's oral mastery was further enhanced by the visual sensations I was receiving, as I watched her mouth gliding over my electrified flesh, pumping me in and out, over and over. Finally, I felt the beginning twinges of my own eruption, and used my hand to stop her. "I want to cum IN you the first time.... If you don't mind." "Of course not," she murmured around my cock that was still expertly held in her mouth. She pulled back, giving my cock a kiss on the head, and continued, "Remember when we typed to each other about my fantasy?" "You mean the one where two men enjoy you at the same time?" "Yes.... that one." She delivered a long lingering lick, wrapping her tongue around the head of my cock, and then slowly letting it glide off. "Could you deal with that?" "The way I feel right now... I'd crawl over a mile of broken beer bottles," I quipped, feeling more brave than I really was. "Sure. I guess so...." "Great! I'll call "The Aussie". Now get back down there and eat me.... please?" I just looked at Margo for a moment, taking in the soft desirable body, with her ample, pink, erect nipples, capping her full breasts, and the relaxed spread legs, that naturally lead my eyes to her fantastic pussy. I shook my head, as I sank to the floor to give the pleasure she had requested. Thinking that this would be as good a day to die as any other. MIDSUMMER MADNESS WITH MARGO (THE MAGNIFICENT) ADD ONE AUSSIE - FULLY AROUSED As I got myself arranged between her thighs, and leaned forward to make contact with her already soaked cunt, she scooted her butt out to the edge of the cushions again, so I would have perfect access. I again used my fingers to open her pussy gently, and began to lick, and suck and nibble, as her hips pressed toward me. I flicked my eyes up, over her Hairy Mound of Venus, and saw her eyes were closed, and she was biting down on her lower lip, making "MmmMmmm," sounds in her throat. I was watching as she reached for the telephone, dialed, and said, "How soon can you get here, Aussie?" There was a pause, and she said, "Lunch was great. Everything was MUCH better than I expected, MmmmmMMMm." Another pause where she listed intently, and then replied, "Not yet.... But soon. (pause) "Well, if you must know, he's eating me... (pause) No! Right now! (pause) "Just some head... (pause) "NO! He didn't cum in my mouth, He asked me to stop.." (pause) This is the second time for me... That's how we started. (pause) Okay, I'll let him know.... See you soon, Babe." Although I only heard one side of their conversation, it was obvious they had been talking about out lunch time meeting, and it's aftermath. I listed my face, wet from her juices, and asked, "Is everything all right?" "Better than all right... He'll be here in a few minutes." "Then I better stop," I replied. "Don't you dare!" she said quickly. "We talked about what might happen last night... And this was one of the possibilities. He sounds as happy as I feel." I virtually dove into Margo's cunt, lick and slashing with my tongue, wanting to get her off again, before we were joined by her husband; as I wasn't exactly sure what would happen when he arrived. My attention was starting to pay off... after a few minutes, I felt her start to quiver and have tiny spasms, deep inside, as my oral stimulation pushed up that long rocky slope toward release. My cock was hard and throbbing, and I questioned if I would be able to resist sinking it into her love canal, when I heard a door open. I froze. My cock deflated. I drew back from her gaping pussy, reaching for my pants. Suddenly... the Aussie Wildman was in the room.... and I started to relax, when I saw that he had a huge smile on his face. As he stepped toward the conversation pit, with Margo - sprawled out - totally nude, with me seated between her legs, with my face as sticky as a glazed donut, he began stripping off his shirt, which he threw to the floor, quickly followed by his pants and shorts which were unceremoniously kicked aside, as they hit the floor - one after the other. It was only a matter of seconds before he was seated beside Margo, giving her a deep - deep kiss, and teasing her nipples. Since it was obvious that he was not upset, I tentatively began licking her snatch once more. Margo's reaction to the touch of my tongue was instantaneous. She began pressing her pubis forward, encouraging me. I glanced up to see what the Aussie was doing and saw that he had transferred the attention of his mouth from her lips to her nips, and the way Margo's head was thrown back, thrusting her glorious tits forward, left no doubt that she was enjoying his (and my) attention. As I watched, glancing up between and amide licks and nibbles to her clit and inner lips, I saw the Aussie firmly grip the nipple he wasn't suckling, and pull with a twisting motion. Margo's breast elongated from his pulling action, and the twist must have been firmer than it looked, because she immediately squealed with pleasure, and her pussy fluttered around my tongue in a small pre-orgasm. When the Aussie reversed himself, suckling the other breast and tugging the nipple he had previously been kissing, Margo spasmed again, and this time flooded my face. I looked up and nodded at the Aussie, and he nodded back. Some of the strangeness of our 3-some was starting to fade, but I think both of us were a little hesitant to really "get with the program". I guess it was a mutual decision, but I really started it, when I scrambled out from between Margo's legs, and pulled the overstuffed hassock closer. The Aussie's eyes lit up, when he realized what I had in mind, and together we moved Margo from the couch and draped her over the stool. Maybe it was because I was the guest in his house. Maybe he wanted to be able to watch his lady's face. Maybe he needed some additional stimulation. But, for whatever reason, the Aussie motioned for me to take up a position behind Margo, while he moved on his knees - directly in front of her face. From my position, behind her, Margo's sculptured ass was raised to the level of the hassock, and her knees were spread, giving me a perfect view of the cleft containing the tight pucker of her asshole leading down into the valley of her pussy, which was moist and swollen with lust and anticipation. I saw and heard the Aussie place his cock at Margo's lips, and from the way he was rocking his pelvis, there was no doubt that he was fucking her mouth. Not wanting to be left out, I moved up close behind her, and slide my rigid erection into her pussy. As she felt me begin to enter, Margo arched her back, and I slowly drove full-length into her. I paused, and began pumping slowly, using my hands on her magnificent hips for balance. The Aussie and I was facing each other, both rocking our pelvises, driving our cocks into Margo's wet, willing orifices. We began to move faster, in and out, in and out, timing our thrusts so they occurred at the same time, and then he slowed, so he was driving forward, and I as withdrawing, and then he changed again, so our thrusts occurred together. Margo was grunting and moaning. I assume they were "happy sounds" but since I couldn't see her face, I had to trust the Aussie. Besides, she was his wife, and either of them could have said "stop" at any time. The Aussie reached out, and tapped me, getting my attention, and signaled he wanted to switch. I drove forward, and froze, my entire cock pushed as deep as possible, and I felt Margo quiver deep inside. Then I slowly pulled out. I moved around to her head, while the Aussie took up the position behind, and we started again. I was a little bit concerned about what Margo would think of sucking a cock that was still wet with her own juices, but I shouldn't have been. She reached out and held my cock and licked it like and ice cream cone, savoring he scent and flavor or her pussy mixed with the pre-cum and scent of my own arousal. By now the Aussie was pounding into her, from the rear, and she opened her mouth for me. I slipped my prick between her lips and began to rock slowly, giving her a chance to become accustomed. I shouldn't have been concerned. Margo thrust her chin forward to open her throat, and I slid in, deep in her throat, and was thrilled by the sensations the muscles in her throat imparted when she swallowed over and over. I had been trying to control myself, and had managed to hold off cuming, but the swallowing action pushed me over the edged and I gushed into her mouth and throat. Margo moaned, and gagged briefly, but managed to handle it. Only a small trickle escaped the corner of her mouth, as she groaned as the Aussie seemed to cum at about the same time. Slowly the room seemed to come back into focus for all of us. All three of us seemed a little self-conscious. But not enough to get dressed. I know that the last thing I was interested in at the moment was leaving. From Margo's reactions, as well as the Aussie's - they didn't want me to leave yet either, so the three of us sat back on the couch. Margo in the middle, with Aussie and I like bookends - one on each side. Margo had thrown her arms wide, wrapping them around my neck as well as the Aussie's. She had thrown her legs open, over the one closest to her. She wasn't holding anything back. Margo was ready for whatever might happen next, and if the dreamily expression on her face was any indication, she was thinking of several things that might happen next.... maybe all of them. I asked if smoking a cigarette would bother them, and after they both told me to go ahead, I lit up, savoring something at least a little "normal". Margo asked for a drag, and reached over, and held it for her. The Aussie just leaned back, as if he was gathering either his strength or his courage. Later I found out it was both. After a few minutes, both the Aussie and I was playing with Margo, in as sexually explicit manner as possible. We were kissing her breasts, tugging and twisting her nipples, stroking her thighs, fingering her pussy, stroking her clit... anything and everything that we could think of to get Margo turned on all over again. I was kissing her, my tough thrust deeply into her mouth, and she was returning the favor, when she had a baby orgasm. "Nice," she hissed. "You guys really know how to treat a lady." I quickly quipped, "treating you like a LADY is the furthest thing from my mind, Margo. And you love it." MIDSUMMER MADNESS WITH MARGO (THE MAGNIFICENT) TWO AT A TIME She nodded, and then quivered as the Aussie's fingers penetrated deep into her love canal, and his thumb buzzed across her clit. Then she reached over the back of the couch, as she said, "Aussie..... I think NOW is the time." The Aussie leaned forward, and said to me, "Well friend. What do you want... heads or tails?" "She's your wife," I answered. The two of you decide." "Hell," Margo said. "If the two of you are going to argue, I'll decide.... I mean... I've decided." With that she lead me to the floor, and had me lie down. Then she moved forward, between my legs and impaled herself on my hard-on, sliding it deeply into her cunt. Then the Aussie moved up behind her, and after greasing her backdoor, he slipped on a condom, and after applying a coating of lubricant to himself, he gently but firmly pressed into her asshole. I've seen pictures, and I've read stories... I've even seen a video or two of double penetration. But, this was my first personal experience. I felt the Aussie's cock slide up along mine, knowing that we were separated only by a paper thin membrane. I watched Margo's face contort, as the pressure built and she was left with a painfully stretched feeling. I pulled her face to me, and said softly, "It's too much... let me slide out..." She shook her head no, but I could see in her eyes that she was grateful. So I pulled out. Margo suddenly said, "Aussie, get out of my ass... I've got an idea." Not being a fool, Aussie complied with Margo's request, and extracted himself from her rectum. From a kneeling position, Margo turned me around so just my eyes were under her moist glistening pussy. Then she knee- walked, shuffling forward a few inches to give my mouth perfect access. I reached up and cupped her breasts, and pinched her nipples. Not enough to be painful, but just to give her encouragement, and to let her know just how special she was. She seemed to savor my touch, and then she leaned forward, and lay her cheek in my belly, and began talking to the Aussie, telling him to grease both himself and her asshole once again. As she spoke, her breath tickled the coarse black hairs on my belly, and seemed to me at the time, to be one of the most erotic sensations I had ever experienced. "Mr. Bill", who had been firm but somewhat at half-mast instantly jerked to attention. My reaction was not lost on Margo. From my position under her open crotch, I very slowly and gently was tracing my tongue along the crinkled edges of her inner lips, and occasionally lightly licking across her clit, just to keep her home-fires-burning. Margo's hands slipped behind her. I assume she was separating her cheek, to give the Aussie as much access as possible during the "lubrication phase" and from the grunts and moans she was making, I had to assume the Aussie was engaged in some stimulation as well. It was then that I felt a stream of cool air rush across my pubic hairs and arouse me even more. "Mr. Bill" quivered with excitement. Another puff of breath was followed by Margo saying, "Glad to see you're still paying attention." I let her know I'd heard her, as well as appreciated her attention, by pushing my tongue as deeply as possible into her pussy, and flexing my chin against her pubic bone. Margo's knees opened a little wider, and she sank ever closer to my mouth, tongue and lips. Lapping, poking and licking with my tongue, as my lips nibbled and tugged at her lips and clit. Even if Margo hadn't gasped as the Aussie's pick penetrated her bowels, I would have known. Her whole pussy was pressed downward, emphasizing the depth of her outer lips, and allowing the fine inner lips to stand free. In addition to the physical change in appearance, I received a large deposit of her inner wetness on my tongue, which I savored and then swallowed, as I continued to lick and nibble. As the Aussie pumped in and out, Margo's pelvis rocked forward and then recoiled, making her entire open crotch easily available to my tongue and lips, and I made the most of the opportunity. The Aussie's pumping also forced her slick internal emission out, so my face was covered, and my nose slide along the slit of her pussy as my tongue swirled over her clit. My consciousness was centered on Margo's groin and trying to give her the maximum pleasure from her experience, but surprise - surprise.... Margo began to return the favor, by placing her mouth on the head of my cock and inhaling it. Aussie's bucking into her backdoor did more than make her pelvis rock! She was fucking me with her mouth and it was great! Fortunately for me (I guess) the tightness of Margo's ass was overstimulating the Aussie, and I guess the combination of my tonguing and nibbling and probing with my tongue and nose got the better of Margo, because she expelled my cock from between her lovely lips and screamed with passion and sexual release as the Aussie unloaded deep into her rear. She collapsed onto my face, and lay there for a few moments, gasping, and I continued to savor her flavor. Slowly, we all recovered, slowly separating, and sitting up, looking at each other will silly (almost guilty) smiles. The Aussie was the first to break the silence. "That was TERRIFIC!" he announced. "I'll say," I agreed, as I mopped Margo's sticky deposits from my face. "I hope you boys aren't all tired out," Margo said. "I'm not through with either one of you yet." "Jeezes, Margo," the Aussie said. "What's next? I mean... haven't we done just about everything its possible to do?" "Yeahhh," she coo-ed. "And I loved it, and want to do it all again." This last was said as she pinched and tugged her own nipples. "I've got a better idea," I interjected. "Rather than totally wear each other out, or do EVERYTHING it's possible to do today, why don't we all think of all the possible combinations, variations and permutations..... Than we can plan another session... that might be even hotter." "Aawww," Margo groaned, fingering her pussy. I want you in my ass," she said, looking straight at me. "I'd love to, Margo... Believe me. But I don't know if I can get it up again so quickly." "I'll take care of getting it UP," she said, winking at me wickedly, and believe it or not my wilted cock began to respond. "No, he's right," said the Aussie. "Let's call it a night as far as this group grope is concerned. But, let's plan a get together for next week." So.... that's how my meeting with Margo happened, as well as what happened after lunch. What happened at our next Group Outing (or In-ing and Out-ing if you'd prefer) will be the subject of a subsequent story.