“Yeah, give me a second, before you push any more, though.” Maggie says, as she concentrates on relaxing her sphincter. “Okay, now, Nick.” Maggie says. “Keep going.” I push my cock a couple more inches and then pull back slightly, working it into her asshole. Using my hands to keep her ass cheeks pulled apart, I keep working at it, a little at a time, until my entire shaft is buried inside her snug asshole.
As I pause, waiting for her to get used to my cock, I look down at the most amazing sight I’ve ever seen. With her ass cheeks pushed up against my stomach and her legs still stretched to the end of the bar, her wide-open pussy is staring at me from just below my belly button. I reach down and run my thumb up and down her soggy pussy lips, before slipping it inside and gripping her mound with my hand. As I start to move my cock in and out of her ass, I feel like a bronco rider, holding onto his saddle horn. With my thumb in her pussy and my palm against her mound, her clit is cradled between my thumb and my palm as I rock back and forth.
“Oh fuck! Nick, that feels so fucking good!” Maggie cries, as she hangs upside down, watching me fuck her tight ass, with a steady, unhurried rhythm. As I pick up the pace in her ass, my hand on her pussy rocks faster, too. My hand is like a rocker arm across her clit. As my thumb slides into her soggy pussy, my palm slides along her mound. Then it reverses and my thumb pulls out, as my palm pushes against her mound.
“Oh yeah. Your cock feels good in my ass, Nick.” Maggie moans. “But what you’re doing to my pussy is setting it on fire!” She cries, trying in vain to buck her hips against my hand. In the position she’s in, she has to just lie there and be fucked. I’m getting close again, and I pick up the rhythm in both her ass and her pussy, trying to get her there at the same time.
“Ohhhhhhhh! It’s building again, Nick!” Maggie yells. “Keep going! Keep going!” She pants, pushing up off the bed to thrust against me. I’m pounding into her ass, now, as I roughly thumb fuck her pussy rubbing my palm across her engorged clit.
“It’s… so… fucking… close…” Maggie gasps. “This… one… will… be… explosive!” She cries. With her head off the bed, her shoulders tense and her hands digging into the bedspread, she starts convulsing violently as her orgasm literally explodes through her body. She clenches her ass muscles, just as I shoot another load of cum into her, this one into her compact asshole. Maggie is still thrashing around; her head turning from side to side, as I continue to thumb fuck her through the after quakes of her orgasm.
As soon as she relaxes, I pull my cock from her asshole and unhook her ankles from the bar. Her legs fall limply on the bed and I lie down on top of her sweat-soaked body, pushing my lips against hers. She opens her mouth and sucks my tongue inside, as I settle comfortably onto her large, soft breasts.
As our breathing returns to normal, I lay my head on her rising and falling breast, enjoying the feel of her nipple against my cheek. Pulling her other tit closer to my face, I gently suck its thick nipple into my mouth.
“Very nice.” Maggie says, combing her fingers through my hair, as I suckle at her tit. “What time will your mom be home?” Maggie asks, while cradling my head against her breast. I can feel the leather cuff against the back of my neck.
“I’m not sure.” I answer, disengaging my mouth from her nipple. “She said before lunch. What time is it?” I ask, turning my head to suck on her other nipple.
“Quarter to eleven.” Maggie says. “Let’s disassemble this thing and take a shower, shall we?” She asks.
“Sounds great!” I answer, lazily pushing myself off of her and rolling onto my back on the bed. “Then I have to go see my dad.” I tell her.
“Yeah, you said something about using the transmitter on him.” Maggie says, standing on the bed and unhooking the bar from the ceiling. “God, I’m dripping everywhere.” Maggie says, jumping off the bed and heading for the bathroom. I put the bar in the drawer and follow behind her.
“Help me get these off.” Maggie says, standing in the shower, holding her wrists towards me. I unbuckle the wrist cuffs and then bend down and undo the ankle cuffs, while Maggie wipes the insides of her thigh with a washcloth. I take the cuffs into the bedroom and toss them in the drawer. Maggie has the shower started when I get back.
“So what’s going on with your dad?” Maggie asks, as we lather soap on each other’s bodies.
“It’s a long story.” I answer with a sigh.
“I’ve got time.” Maggie smiles, generously lathering soap on my cock and balls.
“Well, it seems mom and dad’s divorce was never finalized, even though mom thought it was.” I tell her, while sliding my soapy hands all over her melon-sized tits. “Then, somehow dad found out about Uncle Harry dying and that he left us quite a bit of money.” I say, continuing to massage her tits, as my cock responds to Maggie’s soapy strokes. “Now his lawyer says he’s legally entitled to half the money. That’s why we’re here, so mom can discuss it with her lawyer.” I say, pulling my cock from her hand and pressing my body against hers. “That’s where mom is today.” I continue, as her tits slither across my chest and my hard cock slips around on her hairy mound. I move my soapy hands to her back, lathering her ass cheeks, as I push my tongue in her mouth.
“I just don’t know how he even knew about Uncle Harry or his money.” I say, breaking the kiss.
“Your dad knew Harry pretty well.” Maggie says. “I saw him here several times.”
“What?” I lean back to look at her face. “When did you see dad here?”
“Last year before Harry died, your dad was here at least once a month, if not more.” Maggie says, turning around under the shower spray and rinsing the soap off. “I think they had some kind of business arrangement, but I never knew what it was.” Maggie says, stepping out of the shower. “Get rinsed off, Nick. I don’t want your mother to catch us like this.” She smiles.
Fuck! Uncle Harry and dad… What could they have been doing? I rinse off and step from the shower just as Maggie is leaving the bathroom. I’m lost in thought, as I grab a towel to dry off.
When I get to the living room, Maggie is dressed and sitting on the bar stool, drinking a diet coke.
“I helped myself, I hope you don’t mind.” Maggie smiles at me, as I tug my shirt over my head.
“Not at all.” I say, approaching her and kissing her lightly on the lips. “You are an amazing woman, Maggie.” I whisper, as she runs her hands up and down my sides.
“You’re not bad, yourself.” She says, and we both jump, when we hear mom’s key in the front door lock. “Jesus, we cut that close.” Maggie says, as I step around to the other side of the counter and get a diet coke for myself.
“Hi mom!” I yell from the kitchen, as mom walks through the door, a dour look on her face. “I guess it didn’t go so well, huh?” I ask, as mom walks towards us.