by Holly Ardent
“Can we let her recover a bit?” she asked.
“In a few minutes. I want to cum inside of her first.”
I mounted Maggie again and slid my cock back inside of her. Her brain might have only been barely functioning, but I swear her cunt sucked my cock back inside of it. I immediately started slamming away on her pussy as hard as I could.
Molly leaned back over and made sure I was watching her as she sucked Maggie's nipple back into her mouth. It was too much for me. Between the tight, slick pussy I was fucking and the sight of my wife sucking Maggie's thick nipple I was overwhelmed. I let myself go and felt it when my cock swelled up. Even with the lubrication it was hard to keep pumping away, but moments later I didn't have to worry about it anymore. I drove my cock deep inside of her and started cumming.
When I finished I slid back out.
“Now can we let her recover some?” Molly asked.
“Sure, want to keep me occupied while she does?” I said.
Molly grinned so I shifted to the edge of the bed. She slid off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me. Her neck bent as she lowered her mouth onto my cock. She took just the head in at first before sliding me back out of her mouth.
“I can taste her on you, she's yummy,” Molly said.
“I wouldn't know, yet,” I replied.
“Make sure you get a good taste,” she said, licking her lips.
She worked on my limp cock for a few minutes, sucking it all into her mouth and playing with her tongue. I slowly started to harden again and when I finally had a full erection, she got down to business.
She bent her head over and slid my cock deep into her mouth. Molly had a trick where she'd slide the head of my cock all the way into her throat, then start swallowing. The muscles of her throat massaged my cock head when she did that and I'd never found another woman who could even come close to being as good as Molly when it came to sucking cock.
She drove me into her throat and started swallowing right off. I knew she had to be turned on by what was happening because normally she has to work up to that. She can only do it for twenty or thirty seconds at a time, because she can't breathe while she does, but she's willing to do it over and over as long as she gets to catch her breath between each attempt.
This was one of the times when that was all she wanted to do to me. I wasn't about to complain since it was one of my favorite things in the world, but I did wonder if she thought I was having too much fun with Maggie and wanted to remind me of her own appeal. It wasn't an issue to me, if Molly wanted to be monogamous, I'd do it in a heart beat. But so long as she liked watching me with other women, I was more than happy to take advantage of it.
She kept sucking me until I was close to cumming, then stopped.
“We'll save that for her,” Molly said.
I glanced over at Maggie, who was now breathing more normally. She was also leaning up on her elbow. Evidently she'd been watching Molly go down on me.
“What were you doing there? How did you get all of his cock in your mouth? It looks way to big for that,” Maggie said.
“Practice,” Molly replied. “Plus, it wasn't all in my mouth, I had part of him down my throat.”
Maggie looked surprised.
“How?” she asked.
Molly shook her head.
“That's my secret,” she said.
Maggie flopped back down on the bed with a sigh. I took that as a sign that she'd recovered from her first orgasm of the evening. I looked at Molly and flicked my tongue out a couple of times. She gave me an evil grin and a nod. I liked eating women out, and all my practice showed when I indulged in it.
When I reached up and spread Maggie's legs again, she tilted her head up with a panicked look. I bent down between her legs anyhow, my tongue flicking out to capture some of her juices. Molly was right, Maggie tasted good. She had more pubic hair than I liked, but you can't have everything.
I ran my tongue the length of her slit, dipping it inside of her a couple times. Her legs tensed up again right away, but I held them spread apart to give me access.
I slid my tongue deep inside of her and moved it back and forth for a minute or two, then went back to licking her slit. I sucked her labia in, one after the other, tugging on them and stroking the flesh with my tongue.
My hands crept up from where my mouth was and started rubbing the skin above her clit, where the nerves that led away from it were close to the surface. She moaned as I positioned my hands so I could use my thumbs to run up and down the sides of her cleft while I moved my tongue to her clit.
My index fingers drew back the hood of flesh, leaving the nubbin of her clit bared. When I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, she squeaked. I started pressing on it, tapping my tongue against her sensitive flesh to the beat of my own heart. She stiffened again and I felt the tension in her body, her muscles tightening with pleasure.
I leaned in and pressed my mouth firmly against the nubbin of flesh, kissing it gently before sliding it between my lips and pressing them together. Maggie's stiffened body trembled and I knew I could send her over the edge again easily. I gently played with her clit, keeping her on the very edge of orgasm for a few minutes.
The power trip was great, but I wanted to sink my cock into her again. I pressed my lips tightly onto her clit, then sucked on it, stretching it out. At the same time I slid my thumbs into her pussy. She jerked and tried to curl up, but I was pinning her lower body so all that happened was her torso jerked into the air for a moment before falling backwards and bouncing on the bed. I kept working on her clit while she thrashed on the bed. Her orgasm was almost entirely silent until near the end.
When I felt her body start to loosen up again she started chanting, to herself I think.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what's he doing to me? I can't take much more of this.”
“I did tell you he was very good, didn't I?” Molly said.
“You didn't tell me he was going to kill me with pleasure.”
“He won't, the French term for an orgasm means 'little death'. I never understood that until the first time I let Tim do me without any setting any conditions first. Now it makes perfect sense to me.”
“I don't know if I can take any more,” Maggie said.
“Well, now you know why I'm willing to share.”
Maggie nodded her head and glanced down at me. I stared back at her hungrily and she looked nervous.
“He does have a weakness, you know?” Molly said.
“What's that?” Maggie asked.
“Tell him to fuck your ass and he won't last more than ten minutes. If you beg him to do it, he normally cums in five minutes or less. There's other things that make him cum even quicker, but I don't think you're up for those.”
Maggie's face took on a thoughtful look. I decided to help with her decision and lowered my mouth to her pussy again. At the first touch of my tongue, she jumped. I went to work on her clit again with light sweeps of my tongue, barely touching the surface of her flesh while I held the hood out of the way. She was trembling in moments, but she held out for a little while. When I was sure she was going to cum again in another minute, she interrupted me.
“Tim, dear god Tim, I can't take another one of those. Please shove your cock in my ass and fill me with your cum, I'm begging you.”
I didn't need a second invitation, and probably wouldn't have waited for an invitation at all if I'd gotten her to cum again. I knew that after a string of good orgasms most women wouldn't resist or complain at all when I fucked their ass.
* * *
I pressed my lips against her clit and gave it a gentle kiss before pulling away. I went to my knees between her legs and leaned forward. With my weight on my knees I leaned forward until my chest was pressed against her breasts, then pushed forward with my hips. Her nipples were stiff and poked my chest as I slid my cock back into her pussy. She was surprised for a moment when she noticed where I was entering her. I saw the surprise on her face and gent
ly chuckled for a moment.
“Lubrication,” I said, thrusting into her dripping wet cunt.
After several thrusts I pulled out of her and dropped my angle a little bit. With my weight supported on one hand, and probably a little of it on her as well, I slid my other hand down and positioned myself. A short thrust told me I was right where I wanted to be. I could feel her ass trying to push me back out even though I was only about an inch inside of her.
I took my weight on my hands again and played with her ass, thrusting in then letting her expel my cock. I could get about two inches inside of her and still have her force me nearly out when her sphincter contracted. I tested that several times, just to be sure of course, not because it felt so fucking awesome when her ass contracted on my cock and pushed it backwards.
Her face held the surprised look right through my efforts and I was wondering why.
“Why do still look so surprised?” I asked.
“I thought this would hurt a lot more than it does. It feels good and the little bit of pain only makes it feel better,” Maggie said.
I smiled.
“Well, your previous orgasms might have had something to do with relaxing you enough that it doesn't hurt.”
Her mouth gaped open for a moment.
“You did that on purpose?” she said.
“Are you complaining?”
She shook her head.
“Then don't worry about it,” I said. “Lie back and enjoy yourself. Or, if you'd rather be more involved, talk dirty to me. I'm pretty normal that way, I like to hear how much you love what I'm doing, or how much of a slut you are. That type of thing.”
“I can't believe how much I love having you in my ass. It isn't something I ever thought I'd like. I never even tried it before, but it's fucking amazing. I know you're being gentle on me though, I remember you pounding my pussy earlier. Pound my ass too, let me feel what that's like.”
It was my turn to be surprised. I'd thought she'd just lie there and let me have her ass, but it seemed like she was really getting into it. I loved it when a woman told me she enjoyed having my cock in her ass, but when she asked me to pound it I almost came right then.
I picked up the speed and depth of my thrusts. Before long I was balls deep in her ass at the end of every stroke and moving almost as fast as I had when I was fucking her pussy. Maggie's eyes were closed and she was biting her lip and panting. She looked tense again, but it looked more like she was about to cum than she was in pain. Just in case, I decided to make sure.
I went to my knees and kept pumping away on her ass. My hands were free now and I grabbed one of her tits, mauling it a couple of times before moving to her nipple. My second hand went to her clit and started tapping on it with my index finger. The taps weren't any too gentle, but they weren't hard enough to hurt either. After a few taps I pressed firmly against her clit, shifting the pressure on my fingertip to make her clit move around beneath it. I pinched her nipple firmly and started tugging on it, stretching it away from her breast. Her breath caught and the tension I'd seen in her increased.
I slammed away at her ass and just when I thought I might be pushing her too far, she spoke again.
“Oh God! I'm such a slut. I love everything you're doing to me even though it hurts and it makes me feel humiliated. I feel like you're just using me, and I love it! Fill my ass with your cum, please? I want you to use me as your cum dump, to use my ass as your cum dump.”
She caught me off guard, talking that way. My cock started swelling instantly and she groaned with pain at its increase in size. I kept slamming away though, my own orgasm was close and I didn't want to stretch out the anticipation any longer.
She was shaking and trembling again. When her orgasm started, her ass clenched tightly on my cock, massaging it with each thrust. I groaned out loud and tried to hold on to make sure I didn't cut her off mid-orgasm.
My cock was buried deep inside of her when I started cumming. I shoved it even deeper into her ass until I couldn't get it any farther in, then finished cumming and filling her ass with enough cum that it was seeping out around my cock when I was finally done.
Maggie groaned and went limp on the bed. I rearranged her a little so Molly and I could both lie down as well, then pulled blankets over all of us. As I was tucking the blanket around Maggie, she mumbled a thank you at me. It looked like she was asleep moments later, before I even turned around to kiss Molly goodnight.
“Did you manage to get off to that one?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” Molly replied, “when she started talking about how much of a slut she was, I almost pushed you off of her so I could jump on you myself. She was having such a good time that I resisted. I still managed to cum hard though.”
“I'll make it up to you after she leaves.”
She grinned at the thought and leaned over to give me a kiss. We were both asleep minutes later.
* * *
The next day I was wondering if Maggie was going to change her mind and ask to stay with us for good. She couldn't, or wouldn't, meet my eyes, but she followed me everywhere that day. I tried to get her talking, but until I was outside working on the trees and gardens, she didn't respond.
“How do you get all this stuff to grow?” she asked. “I mean, no-one else around here has gardens, do they?”
“Some of them have small ones,” I replied. “It's harder to start one now, but before things went to shit I had most of this all prepared and growing. With the amendments I could buy, it was a lot easier.”
“Even so, this is insane. That box is packed with plants and they all seem healthy.”
“Oh, that's intensive gardening. I studied gardening, especially intensive style, and used bits from a lot of good authors: Jeavons, Solomon, Bartholomew, people like that. I also used some forest gardening principles on the areas I'm growing perennials in. It's much more productive that way.”
“You started gardening before everything fell apart?”
“Yeah, there were lots of people who saw it coming. Some of us tried to prepare for it, others didn't. This is just one of the things I did to make sure my daughters would always have something to eat.”
“Oh...”
Her voice trailed off and after a couple of minutes, she turned around and walked back towards the house.
I finished my chores in the garden and headed back inside. Molly was sitting in the living room with a book in her lap, although it didn't look like she was actually reading.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She held her finger to her lip.
“Shhh.”
I walked over near her and then heard the laughter coming from the girls' room. Molly closed her book and motioned me back towards our bedroom. I followed her there.
“What's that all about?” I asked.
“Just making sure the girls were okay. Maggie went back there to play with them. At least that's what she said, but she had a weird look on her face.”
“She's been acting strange all day. Following me around, wouldn't even talk until a few minutes back. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was acting like a groupie or something.”
“What did you talk about?” Molly asked.
I told her about our discussion on gardening and Maggie's reactions. She nodded when I was done.
“She is acting like a groupie,” Molly said. “We don't have rock stars or millionaires any more, but to someone who has nothing, we... well you anyhow, might look like the most powerful man in the world.”
I couldn't keep the disbelief out of my voice.
“What?”
“Think about it. How many people do you think she knows that can provide all the food their family needs, and have extra to sell. Or have things like liquor and pot to offer just because they feel like it?”
I started to shake my head automatically, until I stopped to think.
“Okay, but I don't understand why that would make her feel that way.”
“I made her
fresh eggs for breakfast, plus some fruit and milk,” Molly said.
“So?”
“We have chickens,” she said. “When's the last time there were fresh eggs in the dole? I'll answer that for you, never. There's some fresh fruit in it come fall, but never any milk, either powdered or fresh. Becky and Kate ate breakfast like it was normal for them, since it is. Maggie and Cindy just stared for a few minutes first, as though they couldn't believe it.”
I let those thoughts percolate for a few minutes. Then nodded.
“Let's do something about it then,” I said.
Molly looked at me curiously.
“I'm going to make up a package of seeds, and instructions on how to plant and tend them for her to take with her. I can't give her chickens, or neighbors with goats, but we can certainly improve her chances.”
Molly smiled at me.
“That's one of the things I love about you. You want to help other people.”
“Only if it doesn't endanger you or the girls. But we've got extra seeds, I always save more than I need in case we get a late frost that takes out my first planting.”
“How can I help?” she said.
“I'll give you a list of plants. You copy down instructions for them out of the books I'll list beside them, okay?”
She nodded.
“I can do that.”
I went into the back room where I stored my seeds. Our house was built into the side of hill and the rooms that were mostly underground stayed cooler than the rest of the house, so the seeds were stored there, as well as other things that would benefit from the cooler temperatures. I made tiny envelopes from cut up sheets of paper and labeled each one clearly before dropping seeds into it. All my plants were either heirloom or open pollination varieties so their seed would grow true.
After I was done there, I tried to think of what else I could do.
Figs, I'll get her a cutting from one of the fig trees and get it started rooting. She can grow it in a pot wherever she ends up, as long as she has a window that gets sunlight.
