separated the two fuck passages. Still recalling the furious screwing she had witnessed earlier, Margaret began to finger-fuck herself with mutual rhythms in her two fuckholes. The unnatural presence of her finger in her pooper seemed to heighten the effect of the fucking fingers in her pussy and she worked them ferociously in an attempt to stop the burning itchiness in her cunt.
Andrew Hewitt had been thinking about Margaret Stover a great deal since he had learned the night before that Brett Stover, Sr. didn't care a fig about her. Andrew thought that Margaret was not only physically attractive, but sexually appealing as well. He couldn't help wondering if she were really as frigid as Stover had implied. So when he left Margaret's husband alone with his daughter-in-law, he decided to find Margaret himself and talk to her at least, to find out personally about her. He reasoned that since her husband wasn't interested in Margaret, he should have no serious objections to it if he did a little personal research into Margaret Stover. It should not endanger his job in the least. Then too, Andrew figured that Brett Stover was in no position to object, considering just what he was doing with his own son's young wife at this very moment.
Andrew had checked into several doors on the second floor of the mansion before he finally entered the wing that appeared to have been added onto the main house. At the end of a long hallway, he looked into a partially opened door that he felt sure was Brett Stover's wife's bedroom, but there was no sign of her. He entered the room silently and glanced around. It was apparent that someone had been lying on the bed, but he didn't see anyone and was about to leave when he heard a splashing noise. Taking a few hesitant steps into the room, he saw a hallway to his right which appeared to lead back toward the front of the room. He walked quietly down the hall past several closets until he came to a half-open door on the left. He heard the splashing sound again and his curiosity got the better of him. He glanced in through the open part of the door and in a large mirror on the right wall, Andrew saw the reflection of Margaret Stover completely naked in a Roman bath.
Andrew sucked in his breath as he realized what she was doing. Her eyes were closed and her head was held back like she was trying to stretch her neck up. Her massive titties were bouncing on the surface of the rippling water and her knees were drawn up above the surface.
Andrew's prick was already hard from having attempted to look up between young Victoria's legs, but when he stretched up to look into the tub, his pecker began growing hard and erect. He could see that Margaret was screwing her fingers in and out of her pussy and although it was difficult to see, he thought in disbelief that she also had a finger buggaring up into her shithole.
“Goddamnit all,” Andrew Hewitt thought as he stared at the frenzied motions of Margaret's hands. He felt his whang straining against the confines of his pants and his balls were aching with excitement. He wanted to tear off his clothes and go fuck her right in the bath but he waited and watched to see what would transpire.
The sensations pouring from her pussy were like a big nothing, a frustrated old-maid syndrome and Margaret was becoming more and more exasperated for not having a cock to stick up her twat. She needed and wanted more than her own hands were giving her, but still she pushed her fingers hard against the soft flesh of her watery cunt. Margaret Stover quickly tightened and loosened the muscle of her shithole around her screwing finger that pushed farther and farther into the hot depths of her asshole. Her mind was in another time, that time being the early afternoon and she was in the cocktail lounge's office wanting to be fucked.
“Fuck me! Screw my cunt, too!” Margaret moaned as she fucked herself wild with her own fingers. She was like a wild beast in heat and she would do simply anything to have a hard male prick squirting sperm into her cunny.
When he heard Margaret's loud moans, Andrew couldn't contain his ballooning pecker any longer. He had to fuck her no matter what the consequences might be. He tore off his clothes as fast as his hands would move and when he finally pulled down his shorts, his freed whang sprang straight out in front of his body. He walked brazenly through the doorway into the bathroom and toward the sunken tub, his hard, erect prick pointed out and bounced obscenely as he walked. After all, what could the hot, little whore saw when he had caught her finger-fucking this say! Margaret didn't open her eyes until he was standing right by the edge of the tub. In sudden shock, she stopped the fucking of her fingers in and out of her twat and asshole, but she didn't pull them out of her body. Her eyes were wide open but she wasn't looking at his eyes. Andrew realized then that she was staring wildly at his thick and hard prick.
“I've decided that I'm going to fuck your hot, little pussy!” Andrew groaned down at her voluptuous, naked body. He looked at her passion-wracked nakedness and thought she was the most sensuous woman he had ever seen. He stepped quickly into the warm water beside her.
When Margaret felt another's presence, she stopped moving and opened her eyes. But all that she was looking for was pointing straight out above her head. Her mind went psychedelic as she saw this thick fuckstick that she wanted so much to have and all she could think of was getting it inside her hungry pussy. When Andrew spoke, she heard the words she wanted to hear and she was ready for him to do as he pleased with her.
“Oh, God, please fuck me! I beg you fuck me! Please! Fuck me!” Margaret Stover groaned pleadingly as she pulled her fingers from her two fuckholes as she turned onto her knees in the same position she had seen the redhead in that very day.
Andrew Hewitt was astounded to see the cold Mrs. Brett Stover respond so willingly to his demand and when she moved so her smooth, round asscheeks were raised high up in the air, he knelt down behind her in the tub between her legs with his prick pointing directly at the soft pussy curls between her thighs. She had her head against one hand on the edge of the tub and she was reaching back between her legs with the other hand in search of his desire-hardened whang. Margaret's face was turned to the side and Andrew realized that she was looking wild-eyed at their reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.
Groping back for the pecker she wanted so much to have in her steaming pussy, Margaret stared at the vision she saw in the mirror to her right. She could only see her asscheeks above the edge of the tub, but Margaret could also clearly see the body of the man about to fuck her. His thick prick was pointing toward her upturned asscheeks and it was as if she was looking upon the same spectacle she had watched going on between Brett, her son, and the red-haired girl that very same afternoon. Margaret's lust had carried her beyond any sense of identity and she felt as though she was detached from her body while still able to enjoy its pleasures. When her hand found the hard, fleshy pecker, she pulled on it to guide it into her hungrily throbbing cunt.
Andrew Hewitt was ecstatic over having found old man Stover's wife so very passionately eager to be fucked and he moved his hips forward willingly when she pulled at his huge whang with her hand. He was amazed at how smooth and unblemished her ivory skin was and he stared down at the wonderful shape of her smooth, creamy white asscheeks. The bath water still clung to her skin in small beads around the black-blue twat hairs which covered her lower back, and some water rolled down the damp cleft between the round, white asscheeks to her up-turned asscheeks. He reached out to spread the soft, resilient cheeks apart, and his eyes widened as he saw the tight, puckered moons of her shithole. Margaret was guiding his swollen his prick to the opening of her fuckhole and when he felt the blood-engorged head making electric contact with her pussy, he pushed his hips forward to worm it salaciously up into the depths of her warm waiting cunt channel. The screw passage was tighter than he had expected it would be and he shoved forward with more force until the head of his thick pecker rammed mercilessly inside her tight, boiling fuck passage.
“Oh, my God! Ahhhhh! Oh, yes! Yessss!” Margaret's already lubricated twat was more than ready for the thick, fleshy pecker and she pushed her loins back to take it all inside her raging cunt. Her finger-fucking had stretched the tight pussy without enduring excess pain. Her only thought was to have his cock fucking way up inside her burning belly and she pushed back harder against Andrew Hewitt's prick, taking it deeper and deeper into her panting twat.
The sensations of her tight warm flesh fucking over the length of his erect, hard fuckpole were fantastic and Andrew didn't waste any time in shoving it down the slick, hot screw passage tight up between her legs. His groin was alive with the sensations that traveled down his thick cock with an intensity born of lusting passion. Her tight, wet pussy felt virgin, unfucked, yet she wiggled back against his driving dong thrusts like a highly professional slut. The clear, warm perfumed water splashed around their obscenely joined bodies. When Andrew withdrew his whang from the depths of her cunny, his balls would dip into the warm water exciting them all the more and he could see that Margaret's firm titties hung down to the point that the erect pink nipples were being massaged gently by the continuous motion of the water. The whole effect was exciting in itself, and Andrew felt that he would shoot out his gobby cum at any instant.
With her eyes staring at the reflection of their bodies in the mirror, Margaret felt as though she finally had the
