means to truly release the ultimate joy and pleasure she needed so much. Her body was like the body of the young red-haired girl she had watched being fucked half insane by her own son that afternoon as she arched her pussy up to receive the pleasure-giving prick in her desire-flooding pussy. Her twat was responding to the driving cock by sending out tremendous sensual signals to her brain. Her enjoyment was greater than anything she had ever experienced in her life, and she sensed every portion of the thick fuckstick as it plowed in and out of her clasping cunt. The water slapping against the sensitive nipples of her large titties added to the pleasures surging through her body and she knew that she was on the verge of a tremendous climax.
“Fuck me deeper and harder! Please fuck me with all your strength!” Margaret moaned as she felt the head of his great dong balloon inside her burning belly. She felt tiny spasms in the pit of her trembling womb but the picture she saw in the minor was not yet satisfactory.
“Put your finger in my shithole! Pleeeassee! Stick your finger up my ass!” Margaret moaned out her mounting passion.
Hardly able to hold back his thick, hot sperm, Andrew was out of his mind with the pleasures in his balls. Margaret's soft, pleading request only stimulated him the more and he quickly did as she asked. Her tiny, pink asshole was puckered and he pressed his middle finger against it without any thought of being gentle with it. Once his finger popped through the restricting ring of ass flesh, he drove his long finger up into the depths of her hot pooper the full length of his thick digit.
“Eeeeiiiggghhh! Oh, Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” Margaret screamed as his finger tore into the tight confines of her asshole. The suddenness of his entry had hurt her, but she didn't care as it was making her pleasure even more remarkable.
The sight of his finger jammed deep inside Margaret's asshole was so lewdly exhilarating that Andrew could no longer control himself. He rammed his finger in and out at the same intensity as his prick and he felt the sensation along the length of his huge cock build to the point of complete fulfillment. He pushed his pelvis forward with such a strong force that he nearly lifted Margaret's asscheeks a foot in the air, but the hot, sticky sperm in his balls was making its way up the length of his whang with such magnificent force that he didn't care. His lust- swelled pecker jerked several times as the purple head exploded like a cannon with his orgasm.
Margaret's eyes were out of focus from her excitement in the ultimate moment when the first hot squirt of semen shot like a raging torrent of hot cream deep into her eager, waiting pussy. It was like the magic word needed to free the frustrations in her cunt arid her whole body was shattered by the fucking prick's explosion. Fantastic waves of pleasure tore her body into a thousand sensitive parts that exploded with each stab of hot liquid in her womb. Her pussy contracted again and again, the hot walls bursting with the gushing twat juice of her climax.
“Ahhhhh, C-H-R-I-S-T! Ohhhhh, FUCK! Fuck me, I'm cuming! I'M CUMING!” Margaret was wild with the fury of her passion as her full rounded asscheeks rolled with the great spasms rippling through her. She felt like she was soaring among an exploding array of planets and stars and each of the different lights that blinked on and off represented a different thrilling sensation. It was much more than Margaret could ever have expected and she clung to the ecstatic joy for fear she would never have it again.
Andrew's excited prick kept jerking out his cum in huge bursts of pleasure and it kept aiming with more intensity as he drove his finger insanely in and out of her widely stretched asshole. Just the sight of Stover's wife's bestial like passion was enough to keep him spewing cum and he stared at the gushing mixture of their joy juice as it poured out around the base of his thick whang and ran down into the swirling water. Even when the last drop of his cum had jerked from the swollen head deep inside her pussy, Margaret kept screwing her asscheeks back against his ramming finger as if with her mouth-like pussy to suck every part of him inside her passion-wracked twat. Then, finally when his pecker started going limp, the spasms in her body quieted down to occasional quick jerks and Andrew Hewitt regained control of his senses.
The thought suddenly occurred to him that his employer could just walk in at any moment and it so unnerved Andrew that he pulled his hips back from Margaret's asscheeks, making a wet slurping sound as his limp prick left the warmth of her trembling pussy. He just as quickly pulled his finger from her stretched asshole and after falling back in the water for a second, he climbed out of the Roman bath on shaky legs. Without saying a word, he grabbed the nearest towel and halfway dried the water from his naked body. He looked down at Margaret Stover as he rubbed the towel hurriedly over his skin and he was surprised to see that she hadn't moved from the kneeling position she had taken when he had fucked her. She was still staring wide-eyed at the big mirror and her huge titties were heaving and bouncing from the motion of her breathing activity.
Throwing the turkish towel on the floor, Andrew ran out the door to where he had left his clothes and he quickly got dressed. His only thought was to make it out of the house without being seen by Brett Stover as the possibility of Brett not succeeding to fuck Victoria had just occurred to him. If that were the case, Brett could be anywhere in the house and possibly angry at that. Andrew ran out of Margaret's bedroom still buttoning his shirt and moved down the hallways as fast as he could move quietly. The route to the front door took him past the door to the den where he had left Brett and Victoria and he was glad to see the door was closed as he approached it. For just an instant, Andrew paused at the door and when he heard the obscene moaning sounds of uncontrolled passion coming from the den, he smiled to himself. As he walked on to the front door of the house he felt greatly relieved and he was certain then that Margaret would never say a word to her husband about what had transpired between them.
After Andrew Hewitt left her bathroom, Margaret stayed kneeling in the Roman tub for several minutes while she indulged in the long, drawn out joyful pleasures of her first climax. It was as if she were still detached from the body she saw reflected in the mirror and the feelings from witnessing her own act were the same as the ones she had felt when looking in on Brett, Junior's fuck activities. It excited her body and she had been completely fulfilled sexually. But after a few minutes the guilt of adultery joined the excitement and she slowly came back to reality from her after-cum explosions.
Margaret noticed the soreness in her knees for the first time then, even though she had been on them since Andrew Hewitt had climbed into the sunken bath behind her. She turned and slowly submerged her satisfied body into the cooling water and only then did she realize that she had let Andrew Hewitt, an almost complete stranger, fuck her like a bitch in heat. Her whole body shook as she remembered that she had acted like a wanton slut. She couldn't imagine what had come over her, what had made her act in such a lewd fashion. Her brain reeled from the thought of what she had asked him to do and she didn't understand how she, Margaret Stover, had suddenly become such a lustful, wanton whore!
Margaret sat there for a long time as though she were afraid to get out of the security of the water. It wasn't until she finally stepped out of the bath that the thought occurred to her that Andrew had actually fucked her for his own lust. The thought fell on her like a triple blow when she suddenly realized that he had come into the bathroom naked. He had come into the bathroom with a huge hard-on and ready to fuck her. What had he been doing there in the first place, anyway? Margaret became enraged with anger and she grabbed a soft towel, hastily wrapping it around her still-naked body while running out to her bedroom. She was going to tell Brett what his new, important accountant had done to her. She was just opening her bedroom door when she stopped cold and she started laughing out loud at the thought of what she was about to do!
Margaret turned around and walked back into the bedroom. There was no point in saying anything to her husband as she knew that she had wanted Andrew or anyone for that matter to fuck her in any manner he wished. It had been as much her own fault, wanting him to fuck her as it had been his raping her and she knew, too, that Brett probably would only be upset at the thought of one of his possessions being used by someone else, not really by the fuck act itself.
Margaret walked to her bed and threw back the covers. She dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed and naked, crawled in between the cool satin sheets. She couldn't stay angry at Andrew Hewitt as he had helped her to realize that orgasms really did exist and she was grateful for that. There would have to be other fuck sessions between them Margaret decided. She couldn't let Andrew go, now that she had found him and that magnificent prick of his. She relived the whole experience over and over again before dropping off to sleep, but the last time she recalled the incident it was her son and not Andrew Hewitt who was fucking her!
