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"I still don't understand why you wanted me to check out your car, instead of one of the mechanics," Paul Darrow said as he sat in the driver's seat of the idling Porsche. "Let alone why you didn't take this to the Porsche garage rather than us. I mean, we can handle it, if there's a problem, but the Porsche warranty..."

"Oh," Maggie Sherman sighed, lighting a cigarette and blowing a smoke ring toward Paul, "I've heard such remarkable things about you -that you have a velvet touch when it comes to making motors purr."

Paul smiled shyly. He really wasn't a mechanic, but he did have some aptitude for engines, sure. So far he hadn't seen anything wrong with this car, though. Mrs Sherman said that it ran okay, but that after it had been running for a while and sat idling, it made strange clickety-click sounds.

They'd been parked here, idling, for almost five minutes and he hadn't heard anything except the well-tuned hum of a topnotch Porsche engine. "I just can't hear the sound you mentioned," he said.

Maggie put her hand on the inside of his thigh. "Let's just give it some time," she said. "Maybe while we're waiting, I could play with your prick???"

And with that she grabbed a handful of his crotch. She tossed her cigarette out the window and crawled over onto Paul, shoving him back against the left-side door. Her fist squeezed the lump of his cock and her mouth covered his in a cigarette-tasting kiss. He felt her tongue go into his mouth even as her fingers were searching for his zipper.

"Chrissake, Mrs Sherman!" he panted, trying to fight his way from under her, but he had nowhere to go. The woman was fuckin' all over him, as limber as a snake -and as horny as one, too, from the way she was handling his cock!

Her lips pecked at his skin. "Don't be coy, Paul," she whispered. "Sabra Robertson is my very best friend. We like to watch videos together, you know -_exciting_ videos? And the most exciting thing I've seen on video lately is this hot hard juicy cock of yours squirting hot milky cum all over my best friend's wiggly tongue. Did you love it when she drank your sperm? That bitch could live on cum! But I bet you suspected that already..."

"Mrs Sherman!" he said, truly terrified. They'd driven a couple of miles from the garage, and then he'd pulled off, at her direction, into the city park.

They were halted now, on the side of a through-lane deep inside the park, but Jesus, it was a Saturday afternoon and anyone might come along and see what was happening in this green Porsche!

All he needed was to be caught, maybe by a cop, making out in public with an obviously hot-cunted woman! A married woman, at that. And the wife of one of the city commissioners, no less! Damn, before the night was out he'd be getting cornholed in a cell at the downtown jail.

He knew Mrs Sherman and her husband Milt by sight, though they'd never been introduced. They lived a couple of blocks over, toward Main. Mrs Sherman wasn't really the type he went for. She was old enough to be his mother, for Chrissakes, and on the skinny side to tell the truth, with no tits at all.

But she was a well-preserved redhead, with a striking, freckled face and a lithe, lissome way of moving, and as she crawled all over him in the front seat of her car, he realized that she had one hell of an athletic, well-toned body.

She had no bra under her thin sweater, and nipples stuck out almost unbelievably from her adolescent-looking tit mounds. She rubbed the nipples against Paul, tickling him with the sweater-covered tips, and he stirred uncomfortably. Her hand gripped more tightly at his cock, and he knew he was gonna get stiff if she kept that shit up!

Jesus, she'd mentioned watching a tape with Sabra -it had to be the tape they'd made the other day in Mrs Robertson's bedroom! How the hell could Sabra show that to anyone else, even her best friend -unless -the implications became obvious, not to mention _scary_. But as his cock got harder, he felt less fear.

He put his hands on her waist. "You watched me fucking Sabra, huh?" he said, looking into her green eyes. "And you want some of it for yourself. Is that it, Mrs Sherman?"

"Call me Maggie," she said. "You should always be on a first-name basis with people you're fucking."

She stared back at him, just as frankly, and she pulled down the tab of his zipper, reaching inside. Her hand entered his shorts, found his cock. She pulled on it and she smiled as she felt him begin to harden inside her fist.

"Mmmm, yes, I think you're definitely gonna be fucking me," she said. "But we can't do it in the car. Cumstains are almost impossible to get off the upholstering. Let's go into the woods."

It was the second time he'd cheated on Beth Ann in two days, Paul thought, following her out of the car. She didn't even bother locking the door, just started up the bank, into the trees. Paul had to run to keep up with her.

"Here," she said, stopping at a spot where the sunlight broke through the green leaves overhead. Still staring frankly at Paul, she undid the button of her skirt and let it slide down her legs.

Underneath she wore sheer hose held up with garters. Her panties were black, almost transparent. Paul could see the puff of red pussy hair through them. She pulled her sweater up over her head, then shook her hair back into place.

She was slim, almost titless, but the red nipples of her tiny tit swells were long and vibrantly stiff. Paul's mouth watered at the sight of them. He came toward her, removing his shirt.

"Mmmm, I like a smooth, hard chest," she said, putting her hand on his collarbone and letting it slide downward to his belt. "But down here I like it hard and hairy. C'mon, get it out, let me see that cock of yours in the flesh!"

He felt weird being here with her. She was at least forty, to his twenty-two. Christ, his own mother was only thirty-nine!

He'd never been with a woman of Maggie Sherman's age before, but looking at her now, he knew that she was going to be one hell of a fuck. It seemed to shout from the lines of her body, from the way she licked her lips as she watched him take down his pants, from the gleam of excitement in her eyes as his shorts came down and his cock, hard and long, came swinging out, its tip already purple with fuck-lust.

She backed up against the nearest tree and he eased against her. She was tall, not as tall as Sabra, but at least five-eight. Her legs opened as he leaned into her, and she forked him between her thighs, pulling him even closer. She put his hands on her tits and she lifted her face to be kissed.

"Be gentle," she said, "it's my first time..." and then she started to giggle like a schoolgirl. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and quieted her laughter, but he found her tongue in there and it began to duel lasciviously with his.

He tasted her saliva, running back into his own mouth, and it excited him almost as much as the touch of her hand on his cock.

"Lick my pussy," she demanded, pushing him downward. He knelt between her open legs and started to take down her panties. "No, leave them on for now," she said. "Eat my cunt through the panties. They're pure Chinese silk. Pretend you're dining Cantonese."

He smoothed the silk down against her cunt, tracing the outline of her slit amid the curls of red hair that fuzzed her twat. She was sopping wet, and her labes protruded excitingly. He could nibble them without even opening her cunt outward. He worked his face into her crotch, slurping her thighs between laps and nibbles at her cuntal flaps.

She humped his face, purring, "Yes, yes, yes, ooohh, you're as good as I thought you'd be, you luscious young stud! C'mon, finger me -lick me -suck me -make my pussy squirt like a grapefruit! I want to come all over that tongue of yours!"

He licked up into her hole, spreading the cunt as well as he could under the circumstances. She was so slippery, already, that he could hardly hang onto her flaps, and the silk panties were almost sopping wet from the juices that were already oozing from her hot hole.

Her red fuzz was matted and damp with the spillover, too, but he could hear it rustling as his tongue lapped back and forth over the crotchpiece of the black panties. There was something soooo fuckin' sexy about a cunt covered by black panties!

He slid his hands up and down her thighs as he sucked her cunt. He loved the garters and stockings, too. Beth Ann never wore anything but panty hose, which he didn't find all that sexy -except for the time he'd been feeling a little wild and he'd taken scissors and cut a cock-sized hole in the crotch of her panty hose and fucked her through that opening. She'd giggled and blushed all the way through the fuck, but she'd come all over his cock, too.

Beth Ann. God! He closed his eyes, inhaling the musky flavor of Mrs Sherman's -_Maggie's_ -cunt and tried to pretend it was his sweet gentle wife that he was eating out. Maybe that would make the sin a little easier to bear.

But no way, Jose! He'd _never_ smelled Beth Ann's cunt in such a hot state of arousal as Maggie Sherman's pussy was right now, creaming all over his tongue.

He stuck his finger against her crack and worked it into her, pushing the panties along with it. She gasped, feeling his tongue active on her labes, on her clit. Paul thrust with his finger, and the silk panties ripped.

He plunged, bare-fingered, deep into Maggie's pussy. Inside, she was red-hot, dripping wet, almost as tight as his own wife's warm young cunt. He held his finger deep inside, marveling at the exciting way her walls milked at his digit. "Jesus," he said in awe.

"You tore my expensive imported panties, you nasty young man," Maggie husked. "The only way to make amends for that is to fuck me. I hope you're strong and hard, because I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat. Mmmm, fuck me with your finger again. Oh, shove it, for Chrissake! My pussy won't break!" He rammed her, and she gasped, lifting up then slamming down to engulf him in her juicy hole.

She dropped to her knees beside him, reaching for his cock. Paul leaned back and watched Mrs Sherman's red head drop into his lap. "Oh, shit, yes!" he said as she started to lick up and down his cock.

She wasn't in Sabra Robertson's class as a cocksucker -no one was, except maybe Amber Lynn, the porno star -but she was hot and hungry, and her teeth gnashed along the shaft of his rigid cock. Arousal bubbled inside him. His balls were loaded with jism -they seemed to weigh ten pounds each!

He pulled her up, and he kissed her saliva-drenched lips. Her eyes sparkled. So did her red nipples. He had to taste them. Paul bent down and sucked each of the inch-plus erections, feeling the throb of her own desires humming through the long red points.

He caressed the minimal tits the older woman actually hand, and he felt the flesh heating beneath his fingers. Her heart pounded madly inside her slim body, and her body temperature must be close to a hundred and five right now.

But shit, so was his own! Her hand felt like an oven around his cock, and his cock was hot enough to light a barbecue fire. He put his hand in her crotch, fingers easing into the rent he had made in her silk panties.

He looked her in the face, saw the go-ahead, and he just ripped the panties off her, shredding the expensive silk as if it were paper. Maggie lay back, her knees up, her pussy showing, and he rammed his fingers into her, three of them this time.

Her snug hole opened, and he fucked his fingers in and out of her. "Oh, yes," she said, "now you have to fuck me, boy! Now you really have to fuck me!"

"Damn straight," he said, sliding atop her, bringing his cock to the portals of her pussy.

Maggie giggled, like a schoolgirl. "Oh, damn you, not in the cunt," she said. "_Everybody_ fucks in the cunt!"

Paul said "Huh?" as the older redheaded woman wriggled from beneath him. She went onto her knees, her skinny ass sticking up, wiggling. She patted herself on the buttock and said, "Right here, Paul. I want you to take that big fat hard-on and shove it up my asshole!"

Paul did a double-take. He'd only done it once, in high school, with a girl who decided midway through the insertion that she really didn't feel like taking it up the ass after all. He'd never had another opportunity since then. He'd never have dreamed of trying to fuck his delicate little wife's asshole. Beth Ann would have been outraged at the very suggestion.

Maggie cupped her buttocks and spread them. She looked back over her shoulder at Paul.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Are you afraid of getting shit on your cock? Come on, baby, I gave myself an enema before I left home. My asshole is clean enough to eat from. Just stick that cock in me and let's go to town."

He came in closer, staring at the pink opening. It did look clean as could be. He reached down, touched it. His finger toyed with the aperture. She moaned as he slipped the tip inside her.

He remembered his high school experience, how tight and tiny the girl's anus had been. Christ, he could stick his finger into Maggie almost without trying. Something told him that his was not gonna be the first cock to plow her back forty.

He spat on his hands and rubbed it onto his cock, wetting himself for the plunge. "Hurry," she said, "I'm sooooo fucking horny, and I can't come unless you're in my asshole, baby, gotta have you packing my hot fudge pie..."

Here goes nothing, Paul thought, putting the point of his lustfattened dick against the small opening of her ass. He pushed, and almost gasped as he felt the ease with which his knob slid into Maggie Sherman's opening.

She moaned from low in her guts as he moved inside -it was as if he was shoving the moan upward as his cock entered her back door -but she got tighter, the deeper he went, and he had to struggle to ram the lower half of his cock up her hole.

"Yes, Jesus, yes!" she wailed, writhing hotly. He had to grab her by the flanks to hold her in place. "Ooooohhh, it's even bigger than it looks! God, I love to feel a big one ripping into my shitchute! C'mon, work it in and out, get my asshole primed, baby, I wanna get fucked by you soooo bad I can taste the shit on your dick!"

She had a filthy mouth, even worse than Sabra's. It drove him _crazy_ with lust. He wanted to hear her squeal as he fired his jism up her asshole. From the throbbing in his balls, it wouldn't take long for that to happen either, by God!

His nuts ached as he worked his rod in and out, hitting the bottom of her anal passage with more and more insistence in his thrusts, and she was as slippery as an eel, as wild as a coyote, sucking his prick into herself.

He leaned over her back and kept on plowing. She guided his hand to her pussy, inserted his fingers back up her twat.

"Do me from both ends," she suggested. "At the same time!"

It was wild and weird. He could push his fingers deeply into her snatch, and as he did, he could feel his cock banging in and out of her butt. It had never occurred to him before that there was such a narrow wall of tissue between the shitter and the pussy. His cock felt so close that his fingers could almost take its own excited raging pulse as he buttfucked Mrs Sherman.

"Owwww," Maggie wailed, "you're soooo fuckin' big, but they don't make cocks too big for me. Mmmm, bang my butt, Paul! I knew you could get a motor running just the right way! Can you feel my engine purring now?"

He could. But Jesus, where was this all gonna lead? He'd fucked Sabra Robertson one goddamn time -well, several goddamn times, but all within the space of one crazy afternoon fuck session -and now here he was, blackmailed into ramming the asshole of her best friend.

Blackmailed? Mrs Sherman hadn't threatened him, hadn't promised to tell Beth Ann what had happened unless she got herself a piece of hard cock. But she'd put him on the spot. It was the same thing, he assured himself. He wasn't doing this because he wanted to, but because he had to.

Right. He didn't have to feel so guilty as he divebombed the redheaded forty-year-old asshole in which his cock was buried. He was acting under compulsion. Even Beth Ann would understand that.

Assuming she ever found out, and if he had his way, she would fucking _never_ know what Paul had gotten himself into! Never!!! Paul Darrow knew when to keep his mouth shut!

Just as Maggie Sherman knew how to keep her ass open! Jesus, the hot, almost fiery sensation of ramming his cock up her back hole! He gripped the sweaty cheeks of her ass and he thrust again and again, each fierce plunging stab shoving another wailing moan out of Maggie's lips.

Far away Paul could hear the sounds of children at play, a baseball game. He swung his bat and took a base hit deep in Maggie's asshole, fucking for all he was worth up the older woman's bung.

A nasty thought came to mind as he reamed her. He yanked his cock out of her butt and shoved it into her pussy, without missing a stroke. He got his fingers out of the way just in time as his cock slammed in. Maggie jerked upward, and his prick slid deeply up her cuntal sheath.

He hit the bottom of her pussy and he prodded hard, burrowing at the mouth of her uterus. "Oh, fuck you," she gasped, "put it where it goddamn belongs! Put it back in my ass!"

"For you, anything," he grinned, and he rammed her savagely, his dick banging into the still-dilated shithole. She grunted in pleasure as she felt him once more within her favorite orifice, and she worked her butt back to meet his ramming cock. Paul re-inserted his fingers in her pussy and he corkscrewed them around and around, dilating the snug hole.

She was almost as tight as Beth Ann, he noted wonderingly, at least in the pussy department, while her asshole was as easy to fuck as Sabra Robertson's oh-so-willing cunt.

Women! he thought. Who could ever hope to figure them out? It was a lot of fun trying, but a lost cause. He kept on fucking.

But he could feel her body heating under his, her muscles flexing, the walls of her ass contracting and expanding rhythmically around his rampant thrusting cock. He banged harder, as hard as he could, and he made his fingers wicked and savage on her cunt and her clit.

She was so fucking slippery he could hardly hang onto her pussy. The wash of juices from deep inside almost flooded his fingers out of the raging hole. He was so sloppy from puddling in her pussy that he couldn't even get a pincer grip on her clit. His fingers wiggled and slipped, and the friction of their efforts made her go fucking wild beneath him.

"I'm gonna make you come," he told her, "I'm gonna make you piss out that sweet juice, Maggie!"

"Fuck, don't talk," she grunted, humping hard.

He fucked.

She exploded first, the hot contractions of her asshole making mincemeat of his thrusting prick. Paul gasped and rammed, burying his bone in her tailpipe. He squeezed on her clit and she screamed.

He closed his eyes, certain that the park patrol would be here any second to find out if a mad slasher was loose in town, but no one came bursting out of the bushes, and Maggie's scream died down to a whining wail that cut him like a knife, all the same. He gave her three or four more hard thrusts, and she was safely there. Now it was his turn, goddamn it!

The urge to come hit him in the guts and he almost doubled up. His prick jerked back to give her one more thrust, and the wetness around the mouth of her asshole was so slippery he banged entirely out of her. His first squirt splattered Maggie's ass crack.

Fuck it! he thought, and he jammed his tool up her pussy, emptying the rest of his jism where, he firmly believed, the stuff belonged. She groaned and whined as she felt him unloading in her pussy. The rippling muscles sucked at him, but he couldn't seem to stop squirting.

Paul gasped, and he fought his cock out of her pussy. Jesus, he had to know how it felt to squirt up an asshole! Her opening was still stretched from the insertion of his big fat cock, and he rammed back into her, spilling the last three or four squirts up Maggie's shitter.

He collapsed atop her, bearing her flat onto the ground, and he writhed in joy, his cock jiggling inside her asshole. He was empty now, but his prick was still hard, still full of the urge to blast out its steamy load of cream.

"Oh, Jesus," he said, "what a fuck!"

Maggie looked back over her shoulder. She took him by the chin and pulled his face toward hers for a hot, blistering kiss. He was a married man. He shouldn't be kissed that way by women he wasn't married to. But then he really shouldn't be lying her with his cock just starting to go soft in the jism-filled asshole of a woman he wasn't married to, either.

"It's just starting for you," she said. "You've passed most of the initiation with flying colors. Keep on getting those straight A's, and the world could fucking well belong to you, my boy!"

What the fuck did she mean by that? he wondered.