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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.