'But I'll be honest, Mr. Dashwood, I don't half miss him between the sheets after work – and I still do! I love rumpy-pumpy and a dildo is a poor substitute, I can tell you! Arturo hasn't got the biggest cock in the world, but I've never been one for sheer size. What is more important is that he knew how to get me going by tickling my clitty with his knob.' 'Is that so?' I asked politely. My own cock, which had already been excited by the letter I had been reading began to thicken again. As Maggie had been speaking, her hand had strayed down and pulled up her skirt and she was now rubbing her forefinger gently along her half-hidden cleft. Then, with a faraway look, she sighed and slipped first one and then a second finger inside her pink quim. I was not sure quite how to react to the situation but the brandy had loosened my tongue and I said boldly: 'Don't mind me, though I would be pleased to help. More hands make lighter work, h'm?'
'You are kind,' she said, reaching out and squeezing my arm. 'I'm just about ready to accommodate another finger or two. Then Maggie hauled herself up and murmured: 'I've an even better idea. If you frig me from behind, our fingers will be able to meet in the middle.' 'By all means,' I said, smacking my lips as she turned round and, throwing up her skirt over her back as she bent down, flaunted a mouth-wateringly plump pair of smooth bum cheeks in my face. With one hand I parted her buttocks and slid my fingers into the crevice between the jiggling globes until my fingertips were gently caressing and exploring the luxuriant, dark jungle of her splendid thatch of cunney hair. Maggie squealed as the tip of one finger touched her fleshy clitty and then she removed her own hand from her crotch to whip off her dress and chemise so that all the charms of her luscious naked body were revealed to me. 'Oh, that's lovely! I just adore having my titties played with,' she purred as I kissed the back of her neck and slid my arm round her ribs and tweaked one of her large raspberry nipples which rose up in salute between my fingers. Meanwhile, her clitty had now fully erected under my touch and Maggie urged me on, sliding her cunney back and forth against my well-lubricated fingers whilst she moaned in ecstasy.
Her cuntal juices flowed out copiously from her crack when I plunged my fingers in and out of her love funnel. 'M'mm, that's simply divine,' panted the randy cook when I trapped her clitty between my fingers and she added breathlessly. 'Please will you finish me off with a doggie-style fuck, there's a dear.' Now my uncle, Sir Robert Bacon, has warned me against poking my prick into strange pussies, so initially I hesitated, but when I related this incident to Julian Clayton later in the evening, I was glad that he agreed with me that it would have been churlish to have ignored her heartfelt plea.
Anyhow, despite the praise lavished upon his sexual expertise by all who know him. I dismissed Uncle Robert's admonition from my mind and concentrated on how I could best unbuckle my belt and unbutton my trousers with only one hand, for Maggie had closed her thighs and would not surrender my right hand whilst my fingers were frigging her engorged clitty. Somehow I managed to perform this tricky operation without removing my wrist from Maggie's crotch and I slid my stiff cock in-between the rolling cheeks of her bum until the tip of my knob touched her cunney lips and at last she released my fingers from inside her sticky quim. I pressed home firmly, inserting my helmet inside her slippery honeypot. Her cunney expanded to take in the extra width of my rock-hard rammer and I continued to push forward inch by inch until my pubic bush was rubbing against her bum and my balls were swinging against the backs of her thighs. What a grand fuck this was! Maggie rotated her delicious bum cheeks around the fulcrum of my throbbing tool and she whimpered in appreciation as I withdrew almost all of my meaty boner and then plunged forward to the hilt, and I continued this powerful pistoning until the length of my shaft was glistening with a moist coat of Maggie's cuntal juices.
'Oooh, that's marvellous, Mr. Dash wood!' she cried out happily.
'Carry on now, don't stop now whatever you do!' 'Don't worry, I won't!' I promised, working my stiffstander in and out of her delectably clingy cunt, pushing my whole body backwards and forwards whilst Maggie mashed her soft bum cheeks against my belly.
'There, can you feel my prick reaming out your cunt?' I panted as I increased the pace, my balls banging against her bottom with each powerful lunging thrust into her squelchy slit.
'Yes! Yes! YES! Shoot your spunk, you randy rascal!' she screamed, which was just as well because I was already on the brink.
Within seconds I shot my seed, spouting jets of frothy jism into her cunt and I saw waves of orgasmic delight ripple down Maggie's back as she scaled the ultimate peaks of sensual pleasure. I must digress a moment here and state how much I enjoy fucking in this way. Some regard the method as animalistic, but most mammals copulate in this fashion and as Sheridan rightly points out, nothing is unnatural which is physically possible. In my opinion there is nothing more stimulating than the resilient, tender cheeks of a pretty arse quivering in front of you as one slides one's cock in and out a tight juicy cunney (or the wrinkled little bum-hole if the fancy takes you and your partner is agreeable). A girl's backside, perhaps more than any part of her anatomy, transmits the results of a good fucking and I cannot think of anything finer than how, in the fiery heat of passion, these pneumatic spheres tremble and twitch so divinely with each pistoning plunge of the prick. Maggie was a game girl and it took her only a few minutes to recover although I was happy enough to sit down heavily on the chair whilst she poured out another two glasses of cognac, passed one over to me and then, at my invitation, perched herself on my knees. We toasted each other and she looked down at my beefy, semi-erect truncheon and said: 'Well, you've more stamina than young Colin and that's a fact. My goodness, are you able to fuck again straight after spending?' 'Sometimes,' I replied with due modesty. 'But I prefer to rest for a little while after a climax, because I have found fucking to be very strenuous exercise unless the girl climbs on top of me and does most of the work!' She smiled and said as she slid down to the floor: 'In that case, you close your eyes and relax whilst I suck you off.' I opened my legs for her to crouch between my thighs and she cupped my balls in one hand and with the other she slid her fist up and down my sturdy shaft. It swiftly swelled up again to its fullest extent. Now it was my turn to sigh with bliss as Maggie's wet tongue lapped around the ridges of my uncapped knob whilst she gently but insistently squeezed my tightening balls. Then she started to suck my prick in earnest, sliding her lips up and down my rock hard rod. Maggie gulped in my length which smoothed across the roof of her mouth and down towards the back of her throat. I leaned forward and held her shoulders as her head bobbed to and fro as she gobbled with unashamed gusto on my throbbing tool. As my climax approached I leaned forward to flick her titties between my fingers while she continued her lusty sucking.