


Margaret & Charlene (Charlie)
By Pete
Copyright 2007

Chapter One

It was in the early fall of 1966 when my first wife and I arrived in Miami, Florida with two small boys (the younger was 11 months and the older was 2 1/2), looking for both work and a place to live. My truck driving job had folded with the cooling weather and we hadn’t really liked the idea of being broke in Philadelphia in the winter - South Florida you could survive parked at the beach if you had to.

Looking through the local papers showed that there was nothing in the driving or construction fields, so with the tourist season starting, I decided to fall back on my professional cooking background.

The owner of a combined bar and BBQ establishment was not only willing to hire me in the spot, but he knew of an available apartment only a few blocks away and even fronted the first months rent telling me go spend the rest of the day settling in and report for work at 10:00 the next morning.

The job wasn’t bad, as it paid all the basic living expenses but didn’t leave much for anything else, so wife decides to go back to waitressing to bring in some extra cash.

I had Monday and Tuesday off,  the wife had Tuesday and Wednesday so  we actually had at least one day a week together and required a babysitter for the boys for four days. Her hours were 6:00 A.M/ to 2:00 P.M. and  mine were from 10:00 A.M. to 11:00 P.M. That’s where Margaret comes into the picture.

Margaret was a hillbilly gal from Kentucky that claimed to be 3/4 Cherokee, and had participated in a “shotgun wedding” to a 44 year old moonshiner at the tender age of fourteen with daughter “Charlie” (Charlene) crying in the back of the J. P. ‘s office. The “Old Fart” had possibly also fathered the two younger daughters (Trudy & Mimi) ages six and five, although I wouldn’t want to bet more that one cent on that - neither one bore any resemblance to his side of the family

A little background on the WIFE! I tolerated an awful lot from that woman only because she did apparently love the boys and took good care of them when she was off work. She did bring in almost as much pay and tips as I did, and she was familiar with quite a few of the positions shown in the Kama Sutra. She should have, she spent enough time on her back as it were, and the only reason I hadn’t gotten rid of her other than reasons listed above, was that she hadn’t yet brought home any kind of terminal cock rot.

The reason  besides her horizontal tendencies that I had in the past strayed a few times myself was that she was a “Professional Bitch” if I looked at, or God forbid, talked to any human female between the ages of sixteen and eighty. I usually caught somewhere around a hundred thousand words on the subject. In her view, it was not a case of “What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander”……. Rather one way about the subject I thought.

So regularly, I’d come home from work and find her like I had left her - freshly fucked! What the Hell. My dick hadn’t fallen off yet and it did make skewering her real easy.

I had a pretty good idea just how the wife was spending her day off without me, but on my day off, I often watched Margaret’s girls while she went shopping and got a slight reduction in babysitting costs to boot.

We’d been on this schedule for about four months, I had had no problems with the two little girls, they were little angels - Charlie was something else entirely.

Her favorite outfits were strap and bib type gingham dresses that on a good day might go half way down her thighs. I don’t think she owned a bra and a lot of the time she never wore panties.

Thirteen years old, 5’5”  and 110 lbs. She had already been visited by a very generous titty fairy. The rest of her wasn’t bad to look at either. Black hair, dark brown eyes, a beautiful complexion from her mother, and soft curves in all the right places. The girl was a die hard flirt already, and the thought ran through my mind that she was probably going to follow in her mother’s footsteps in the near future.

Her favorite forms of flirting were to either come over to my overstuffed chair when I was reading or watching TV, bend over at the waist, put her elbows on the arm of the chair and looking me dead in the eyes start asking little nuisance questions. The front bib on the dress Would be hanging away from her body and would give me a full view of those pointy B cup sized titties. The other stunt was to sit on the sofa with her legs up on the cushion and let her cute little ass get a little fresh air. Talk about waving steak in front of the lion.

Being allergic to long prison sentences and not relishing the idea of becoming a bitch for Bubba and his buddies, I not only didn’t take the (jail) bait (at least at this point - more about that later), but after speaking to her about what was not in my book appropriate behavior several times, I finally mentioned it to Margaret.

Margaret said that Charlie hadn’t had her cherry since at least early age ten, and it was just a case of raging hormones. She didn’t seem to be upset, and I just figured on keeping my hands to myself and my zipper up. I guess there’s more truth than fiction in the joke that a hillbilly virgin is an ugly third grader.

Willy, Margaret’s husband, was a son of a bitch. When he got paid on Fridays, the first thing he would do is get roaring drunk. The next thing was to go home and start a “fuck and fight” session with his wife - sometimes these got pretty bad.

About two weeks after I had talked to Margaret about Charlie, Margaret brought the girls over to the house for what I expected to be the duration of her shopping, and I saw even before she turned up the walk that the side of her head was noticeably swollen, and that she had a rather spectacular black eye.

No, Margaret wasn’t going shopping.  She needed someone to talk to and I was the only adult home in the neighborhood. Willy had spent a good portion of the weekend beating her. The two slams to her head had been done Sunday night.

I’m a softy when it comes to women in distress. I’m all ears (I listen but I don’t repeat), I’ve got broad shoulders and a lot of understanding (my parents fought constantly).

I went over to the sofa setting my butt at one end, and made a motion to Margaret to sit either on the sofa or take the overstuffed chair….. Margaret took the sofa, and parked right next to me.

Thank God that when I had sat down, my knees had been spread and “Junior” had fallen between my legs.

When Margaret had plopped down next to me, that had forced my legs together hopefully keeping him from embarrassing me.

The next thing I know, Margaret had pulled her legs up on the sofa and turned her body towards me. Putting her head on my shoulder and her arms around my neck, she started crying and telling me all that had happened over the weekend.

Now I’ve got my right arm around this incredible female creature, her warm breath on the side of my neck and a pair of generous C cup breasts pressed against me, one against my chest and the other pressing hard into my right side. About then, my right hand noticed that there was no bra strap under the sweater.

Let me describe Margaret for you.

She was a year younger than me, at 26, 5’9” and 135 lbs. From behind, she reminded me of a tanned version of “Twiggy”. The main reason for the weight was those fabulous boobs. Her hair was jet black and down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, her eyes were so dark that they almost seemed black and the body was perfect.

A beautiful, high cheek boned face, a full straight nose and almost pouty lips. She has a long thin frame with thin but powerful arms and legs. Her breasts were definitely “front mounted” and close enough together that even without a bra she still had noticeable cleavage. Her abdomen even after three kids, was flat as a board and visibly muscled.

I’m 27 years old, haven’t had my ashes hauled in a couple of days, and I have this gorgeous woman draped over my shoulder……...Then she looks up at me and asks me to hold her tightly and kiss her.

I did, I kissed her. I started on her forehead and lightly kissed her closed eyes. I kissed my way slowly down her nose, and as I reached the end, she turned her face the rest of the way up and met my lips with hers.

About two seconds later I notice the tip of her tongue start running over my lips - I parted my slightly and her tongue dove into my mouth.

Total mental overload occurred, and I reached down with my right arm and turned her so that she was leaning over my lap and pulled her up against my chest. I began to probe back into her mouth, tasting and touching the entire inside. The duel of the tongues caused my body temperature to climb about twenty degrees a minute, and the fact that her full breasts were trying to flatten themselves against me while their owner slowly writhed against my hip didn’t help the problem one bit.

When we finally broke the kiss for a breath I said, “If this is going to go as far as I think is, how about you check the kids in the back yard and lock the door while I make sure my younger boy is sleeping and secure the front”.

Margaret ran for the kitchen door and told the girls and my older boy to play quietly until she came back out to get them as she was going to nap for a while………….yeah right, you don’t believe it either do you????

By the time I had finished checking the baby and locked the front door, Margaret was back on the sofa sans most of her clothes - the only item remaining was a pair of thin cotton panties. If I thought that my cock had been hard up to this point, I suddenly found that “Junior” was capable of doing a fairly good imitation of a bar of cold rolled steel. My shirt and trousers joined hers on the floor just seconds later and I rejoined her on the sofa for round two.

I sat back down at the end where I had been to start with, and Margaret resumed her last position snuggling tightly against my hip and we got back to the serious kissing again.

Ten minutes later, Margaret stood up in front of me and asked me to remove her panties. I did, I did , I did…...I did it very slowly, sliding them down over her hips and just stared as her completely shaved pussy came into view. As the panties went lower, of course I had to lean forward and this brought my face within an inch or two from that now drooling center of her sexuality. My senses detected her fragrance, and I actually drooled myself. This is going to be somewhere between incredible and un-fucking-believable. Margaret being from the hills of Kentucky, and having been married to an old red-neck hillbilly had never had the privilege of having a dedicated muff diver between those smooth thighs. That was about to be rectified!

I love eating pussy. I can spend almost forever with my face buried between a woman’s legs. I love the syrupy musky sweet flavor and can swallow a woman’s juices until she begs for mercy, or passes out from her orgasms, I will lick that pussy before I fuck it. I will sometimes pause in the middle of a great piece of ass and give that pussy another shot of oral love, and on occasion, I have been known to slurp a creampie after we fall apart at the end of our love making.

I broke the kiss to stand up and remove my undershorts, reached down scooping Margaret from the sofa and carried her into the bedroom where I gently laid her on the bed.

I started kissing at the top of her forehead again and began working my way slowly lower. I nibbled her ears and her neck and gradually followed the swell of her left breast to the erect nipple. Loving care was applied to that fount of life as I licked, sucked and nipped until she couldn’t stand it any longer and dragged my face to it’s twin. When the right nipple became too sensitive, I began working my way “south” with a series of nips and kisses until I reached the top of her mons.

From there, I bypassed my main objective and gave her the “kiss, nibble and lick” routine all the way to her  right foot and returned just as slowly to her mons before making the round trip to her left foot. This time on the way back up, after reaching her knee, I twisted slightly so that I was working along the inside of her thigh and rapidly kissed and licked towards that half spread, pretty pink pair of lips between her thighs.

I was only a couple of inches from heaven when Margaret grabbed my head and tried pushing me away from her pussy telling me, “Don’t do that, that’s nasty”. I replied that “It’s only nasty if it hasn’t been washed recently” and that “If you pull my head forward instead of pushing it away you’ll find out how enjoyable it really is”. She hesitated for a moment or two and though she didn’t pull just then she let me move up until my lips touched her nether lips for the first time.

I ran the flat of my tongue from her “taint” to the top of her vulva and then plunged the tip between those puffy outer lips and began seriously exploring all of her womanly parts. I licked my way back down to the bottom of her slit, and the pushed 2 1/2 inches of tongue into her vagina and wiggled it around for a minute - Margaret came completely unglued. That’s when she did pull my head hard into her pussy and hollered that she didn’t know having her pussy eaten would feel like that. Guess what girl, I’m only getting started.

I pulled my tongue back out and wiggled it slowly as I scooped up all of her accumulated juices and kept it wiggling as it worked it’s way back toward the top. Along with the sweet muskiness, I noticed the slight tang of urine as it passed over the little pee hole. Margaret was dribbling tiny amounts of pee from the tensions caused by having her cunt licked - she wasn’t the first woman that I had run across with that problem, and I knew that she wouldn’t be the last. By the time I reached the top, her clit was fully erect and sticking out a generous half inch from it’s hood.

I kept the tip of my tongue pointed ,and made slow circles around her clit for a minute or two and then sucked that little nubbin between my lips. Having captured my prize, I flicked the end of my tongue rapidly back and forth over the tip and hung on for dear life. Margaret came like the end of the world was near.

After her first cum, I started shifting my attentions to the whole (hole) pussy. I’d work on the inside of her vagina for a while lapping up all of the tasty liquid, plow my tongue tip deep between the fine inner lips and massage her clit with loving care. Repeating as necessary. We both lost count of the number of orgasms the wracked her slender frame, but at long last with great effort, she pushed ne away and begged me,” No more PLEASE, I’m about to pass out. PLEASE come up here and fuck me properly”.

Oh, I did. I slithered my way up her body until I felt my cock nudge her nether lips. I kissed her deeply causing her to give a momentary shudder as she tasted herself for the first time on my lips and face and then as I slowly pushed my cock into her warm wet hole she  grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded to lick all of her remaining juices from my face.

Her knees were bent ‘til her feet were almost touching her ass, and the knees themselves were almost flat on the sheet. I was in ecstasy. Her vagina after three kids 
wasn’t as tight as it might have been, but it was heavenly soaking in that wet warmth. I began stroking slowly into her body with intent to commit sex……. Yeah I did.

After getting a rhythm going, I decided to pull her knees up by the sides of those beautiful breasts, reached for one of the pillows and stuffed it under her ass to give it a little elevation and proceeded to pound that pussy for all that it was worth. We went at it for maybe fifteen minutes like that when I pulled out of her. You should have seen the look of disappointment on her face. “I was almost ready to cum again” she cried. I told her to roll onto her hands and knees, and mounted her from the rear for the “Grand Finale”. I slid all the way home in one thrust, and fucked her like I was a mink on Spanish Fly.

The “Finale” lasted only a few more minutes before Margaret came for the last time. Her vagina clamped around my dick like a velvet vise and my whole body spasmed. I rammed into her backside with a smack the must have been heard two blocks away. I tried to make 6 1/2 inches go a foot into her pussy and fired a blast of cum with enough force to take the breath out of both of us. I pulled back an inch and rammed home again and again shooting thick wads of cum deeply into her  depths each time.

As the last of my sperm dribbled into her, I fell forward onto her sweaty back and held her tightly for a while as we slowly came back to earth.

Just then, Charlie started pounding on the back door yelling that all of them had to use the bathroom. Margaret and I grabbed a towel, wiped ourselves dry and after dressing rapidly, let the little darlings in to take care of business.


Chapter Two


The following Monday, just after the wife left for her job, I looked out to see Margaret and the kids coming down the sidewalk.

After shooing the kids out the back door and locking it, I grabbed Margaret around the waist and lifted her to my lips for a welcome back kiss. Damn, that girl could restore life to a mummy with a kiss like that.

We headed for the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way and hit the sheet simultaneously, rolling face to face and wrapping our arms around each other.

I paused in my two armed grip and moved my left hand to her right breast, massaging the full mound and worked my way to the nipple, gently pulling on it and tweaking it between thumb and forefinger causing Margaret to moan softly into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, this time instead of sliding down between her legs as I worked my way lower, I twisted so that by the time I was able to see and finger that soaked entrance to her sex, I was reversed with my head pointing towards her feet.

We manipulated each others genitals for a while with me inserting two fingers into her cunt and Margaret lovingly stroking my raging prick. Finally I leaned into that shaved pussy and began licking like there was only that one sexy hole on the planet and I was honored to be able to give it the attention the it deserved.

Margaret had been stroking my prick with one hand and had graduated to gently massaging my balls with the other when I dove into her muff a started licking. All of a sudden I felt her lips give a tentative kiss on the tip of my cock, followed by a slow also tentative lick around the pee hole in the head. It must have touched the right taste buds, because next, I felt her soft lips begin to work their way over the head and part way down the shaft. I guess I have a definite tendency to corrupt the morals of susceptible females. Margaret must have been a natural at the game of sucking cock, as it was only a minute or two before she was treating it like it was her one true love.

I reached underneath her side and with a quick twist, I had her on top of me in the classic sixty-nine position.

As I laved my tongue all over the various parts of her pussy,  Margaret held my swollen balls in one hand, the other hand gripping me around the base of my dick and the rest of the shaft subject to a hungry sucking and tongue massage. Some women can practice on the skin flute for years with out making music. Margaret played a symphony with her first performance. Margaret came and I came. Her delicious juices flowed like a river and I fountained like “Old Faithful”, only my eruptions weren’t an hour apart.

We laid there for a little while, she gently kissing my prick, and me lying under her sucking the slowing trickle of her lovely liquids into my mouth as we regained our strength for the main event.

When we got into the “good old in and out” of sex, I lead Margaret through another half dozen orgasms before filling her vagina to the brim with my cum. After finishing spurting into that wonderful cunt, this time I gave her the ultimate, and had me a fresh creampie. I licked the combined juices from both of our cums from around and out of her pussy and that was the straw that broke the camels back. Margaret convulsed twice. Her body locked solid from one end to the other, she kind of gargled something unintelligible and fainted. I moved my face away from her pussy and just covered it gently with my hand until she recovered.

We rested for a few minutes, took a quick shower this time and after getting dressed, we called the kids in and after all had made their trips to the bathroom proceeded to feed them before Margaret took hers home.

On her way out the door, she told me that Willy had been cutting back on the drinking, and hadn’t lifted a hand against her since she had delivered the brief message I had her give him after the last beating.

The word he was given was that the next time he hit her, a good friend of hers was going to beat his ass into a hospital bed, and her friend was going to laugh the whole time he was doing it. I wasn’t kidding either.


Chapter Three


Things went on like this for another couple of months - the wife was fucking her boyfriends on her day off without me, and strays after she got off work in the afternoons.

Margaret would be over at my place within minutes of the wife leaving for work on Mondays and we’d put her girls out to play in the backyard with my older boy - the younger boy just liked to sleep until at least noon and she and I would play our games in the bedroom.

Then came THAT FATEFUL MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I guess when Margaret was putting the kids out back, she had forgotten to make sure the back door was securely locked, and we had gotten very involved with each other.  The preliminaries over with, I had been rodding out her cunt for a while and we had decided to take an intermission to play a little more sixty-nine when Charlie needed to use the bathroom.

We were to busy with each other to hear her knocking on the back door when it apparently swung open for her.

The bathroom was between the two bedrooms, and had three doors - one into each bedroom, and one into the hallway. The two to the bedrooms were open so that I could hear if the baby started fussing and the well oiled hall door was closed.

Charlie walked down the hall to the bathroom and opened THE DOOR.

As she stepped inside, she heard her mother ad me moaning into each other and looked into the master bedroom to see what all the noise was about.

There we were in all our glory. I’m flat on my back with my feet toward the head of the bed with my face buried in her mother’s drooling pussy and Margaret on top of me facing the headboard with her head bobbing rapidly on my hard prick.

“Mother, what are you and  Mr. Pete doing to each other!”

Margaret flipped off of me and we both grabbed for the sheet in an attempt to cover ourselves - I’m sitting there with a wet face, white with shock, and Margaret  was trying to cover her breasts sitting there with a look of pure horror in her eyes trying to say something but no sound coming from her mouth.

I threw my arms around Margaret and tried to comfort her as she started crying, Charlie appearing more horrified by her mother’s reaction than what she had seen, jumped up on the bed and threw her arms around her mother’s neck.

“Momma, I didn’t mean to scare you or make you angry at me, but I’ve never seen you do anything like that.”

Margaret tried to talk between sobs, “You……...know…..how….. your ...daddy… and I ..are always arguing, well Pete has the same problem with his wife and we were just finding a tiny bit of love to make things just a little bit better for ourselves”.

“But Mother, isn’t that something nasty? I mean, putting your mouths on where the other person pees?”

“No Charlie, that is probably the most loving thing that two people can do to each other. If all we did was screw like you and your boyfriends, it would be nothing more than a couple of animals mating and that wouldn’t mean anything at all.”

I’m sitting there like the dumb “Polack” that I am, the blood is starting to return to my face (and other parts), and I’m wondering what kind of discussion this is between a mother and daughter - especially since the two major offenders are sitting in a bed with a sheet covering most of the important parts.

Charlie looked at the expression on my face and said, “I lost my cherry when I was ten, and when Mother saw the blood in my panties she put me on the pill, but the only thing I ever learned about sex was that the girl either laid down, or got on her hands and knees while the boy stuck his dick into her cunt”.

It was about then that I noticed that Charlie’s short dress had ridden up to her hips while she was hugging her mother, and I could see a little pink between the lips of her sparsely furred pussy. This was more than my poor overloaded brain could handle.

My 6 1/2” of prick was instantly rock hard and starting to drool. So was I for that matter.

Margaret was beginning to calm down now, and was going into some detail with Charlie, while I continued to sit there wide eyed with a stupid look of my face.

I finally broke my silence and suggested to Charlie that she go back outside with the others and let her mother and my recover in peace and quiet.

Charlie’s immediate response was, “If what you two were doing is so great, I want to learn about it right now”. Out of the mouths of babes etc. etc.

My mental reaction - WTF????????????????

Margaret’s reaction - About two minutes of thought and then the decision. “Charlie, while I’m not 100% sure that it would be the right thing to do at your age, it hinges on three things”. “One, my consent, which I’m thinking of giving since you’ll probably sneak back over here later and pester Pete like you’ve been doing”. “Two, whether your pussy is big enough to handle a full grown man”.  “And three, whether or not Mr. Pete as you call him is willing to take the risk of have sexual contact with someone as young as you are”. “You  know that if you ever mention this to anyone at all, he could go to prison for a very long time”.

“Mother, to item number one on your list, I would much rather do this with your permission instead of sneaking around to do it”. “To number two, a few of the guys that have had their way with me were sixteen and had almost as much cock as he has and a pussy can stretch an awful lot if it needs to”. “To number three, from the look on his face right now, I don’t think that it will take very much to convince him that a thirteen year old would be all that bad to give lessons to”. “And last, if you’re my age, and you like to fuck, you don’t go blabbing to anyone about what you are doing because you don’t want everybody to think you’re a promiscuous slut”…... Damned smart kid isn’t she?

Margaret looked at Charlie and told her to finish undressing while she put clothes on for a few minutes and checked on the rest of the kids. On her way out of the bedroom, she made sure that the door to the bathroom was closed and locked from the bedroom side.

Margaret got the three small kids inside for long enough to make their bathroom calls, and set them up with a box of cookies, a pitcher of key limeade and glasses on the picnic table out back and returned to the bedroom.

While she was gone, Charlie had stripped off the thin gingham dress she had been wearing, and after pulling the sheet away from my body, sat there staring wide eyed at my hard dick. I’m staring back at this nubile thirteen year old, not believing that someone so young could look so good.

As her mother came back into the bedroom, she was already removing her blouse, and the Levi’s weren’t far behind, hitting the floor at almost the same time as she landed on the bed.

Sliding up snugly against her daughter, Margaret once more asked Charlie if she was certain that she wanted me to introduce her to the finer and more interesting points in the art of making love. Charlie answered without hesitation that she was absolutely certain, and she had picked me out to be her instructor almost immediately after my family had moved into the neighborhood. She then asked me if I was willing to take her daughter as a student in love making and was I willing to do this without causing any physical harm to her in any way. 

This I promised in a heartbeat, telling her there would never be any woman on earth that would be able to say anything except that I was a kind and considerate lover during foreplay, but I was definitely capable of pounding a pussy ‘til the owner had to walk bowlegged.

Margaret stacked three of the pillows against the headboard and laid back saying that she wanted to watch her daughters responses to “adult” lovemaking  and maybe make a few suggestions and comments.

I reached over, taking hold of Charlie under the armpits and lifted her across my legs and sat her lovely little butt between my knees and her legs spread and over the tops of my thighs.

Authors Note:
If you think that doing a turning lift with 110 lbs. of woman at nearly arms length is an easy task, try it sometime.
I’m now crowding hell out of seventy, and I can still do it with women in the 125 - 130 lb. range with ease.

 Still holding the sides of her chest, I bent my face down to her and we touched lips. For someone that was supposed to be the instructor, I was in for a surprise. In this department, I was not the kisser, I was the kissee.

The moment our lips touched, her tongue shot between mine and began a complete exploration of the interior. The boys may have shown her only the basics (twist a titty, stick a finger in for a minute or two and then get down to plain old screwing), but somewhere, some one or more partners had taken the time to give some serious lessons in osculation. Oh did I love kissing this beautiful child. Those soft lips, her fresh breath and sweet taste was a delight to make the heart cry out for joy.

We spent a few minutes vacuum cleaning each others tongues and then I broke the kiss to continue (start) the real lessons.

I placed my right hand between her shoulder blades, and let her fall back a little putting the left on her right breast. What a wonderful thing that breast was. A small “B” cup, perfectly cone shaped with a pretty pink nipple protruding  about a quarter inch. I leaned forward and down placing my lips around that delicious morsel. It was already erect, but I could feel it hardening under my ministrations. I suckled at that nipple - I did, I did. I opened my mouth a little and inhaled the areola, massaging the developing milk glands behind it with my lips.

My left hand dropped down to her flat stomach and started making little circles that gradually expanded to cover from the bottom of those pert little mounds on her chest to the her Mound of Venus.

Between nibbling on those delightful little breasts and the sexy belly rub, Charlie was beginning to moan softly and have small quivers run through her body - it’s time to move to the next phase.

With the middle finger of my left hand extended, I slid my hand slowly down over that still nearly hairless pussy until the tip felt the beginning of her still nearly hairless vulva.

I applied a light pressure as I continued to move my hand further under her to ensure that it would reach slightly into her pussy. She was actually dripping. My finger practically plunged to the bottom of that wet warm furrow as I pushed back to the entrance of her vagina. Charlie’s hips began to make little thrusts in response.

I made the trip from end to end many times loving the feel of that young cunt. I made occasional stop at the front to draw small circles around her clit making little cries of delight at each pass.

Before going to the next phase, the last time my dexterous digit passed over the opening to her vagina, I inserted the first two joints, pressing towards the front and massaged that spongy spot affectionately known as the “’G’ SPOT”.

Charlie had stopped moving her hips as I started pushing my finger into her hole. When I hit that “GOOD SPOT” her hips shot forward pushing her pelvis against mine. Her arms hung tightly around my neck as she flattened her little boobs on my chest, She jammed her lips against mine, rammed her tongue into my mouth, moaned loudly and just quivered from one end to the other for at least a full minute. Charlie had had her first “World Class” orgasm!!!!!!

When Charlie’s breathing had returned to somewhere near normal, I started to lay Charlie on her back for her lesson on what it feels like to have her pussy eaten by an expert.

Margaret cut in with “No Pete, you lie back and put her on top facing your feet. That way she’ll be able to play with you while you tongue her.

I laid back, and Margaret helped put Charlie in an almost perfect position, The backs of her knees under my armpits allowing her to lower her wide spread little pussy to my mouth without my having to reach up at all, while resting her breasts on my stomach.

I turned my head from side to side a few times and kissed to lower portion of each gorgeous bun. Before heading to that tender looking pussy, I took a moment or two to feast my eyes on this precious thing in front of my face. I examined the fringe that remained of her hymen at the entrance of her vagina, I looked at her pink clit peaking out from under its hood. I moved my face closer. I savored the fragrance of her emerging womanhood. I touched her vulva with my tongue. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven.

The taste. The taste was almost as sweet as honey with the very light touch of musk that can only come from a still maturing woman. I licked, I twirled, I pressed and I probed.

Her hips began to buck her cunt against my mouth and her juices began to flow. I drank of her and wished that I would never have to stop.

At the beginning, Charlie had taken hold of my shaft and had been lightly stroking it with one hand and using the copious amounts of pre-cum that were leaking from it, was using the other to “polish” the head. Both of her hands were well lubricated. When my pre-cum began dripping over the back of the hand holding the shaft, she started to reach out with it as if to wipe it on the sheet.

Margaret reached out grabbing her wrist and told her, “Not on the sheet, just lick it off”.

Charlie apparently balked at the idea and I heard Margaret tell her, “Watch, I’ll show you” and I heard her slurp the back of Charlie’s hand. She told Charlie, “See it won’t hurt you and I think it tastes pretty damn good”. Charlie’s hand returned to my shaft, but the other hand left off the polishing. I only had a moment to relax, and damned if she isn’t just like her mother.

First, the faint touch of her tongue on the tip of my prick followed by a pause. Then several little kisses and a quick lick around the head followed by another pause. Next, a series of slow circling licks and another pause.

While Charlie was doing all this, I’d been playing my tongue mostly on the parts you can see if you’re close enough. I shoved my tongue in as far as I could and circled the wall of her vagina with the tip. Her knees jammed into the sides of my ribs. Her pussy crushed itself against my mouth and her lips engulfed my dripping prick until they ran into the hand on the lower part of the shaft. Her tongue tried to wrap itself around the shaft and she applied so much suction that I thought the end half of my dick would become a giant hickey.

Have you ever heard a woman try to shriek with a mouth full of cock????

Charlie shrieked with a mouthful of cock! Repeatedly!!!!!!!!!

Charlie got her cum - in both ends. Her body couldn’t straighten out because of the way her knees were trapped by my arms, but every muscle in her young body locked tight. I got my cum - in both ends. I shot spurt after spurt of thick cum into her young mouth. I swallowed every drop of her flooding juices and Charlie sucked me dry.

I heard little yelps and moans coming (cumming) from elsewhere on the bed, and glanced towards Margaret. Her legs were spread as wide as they would go, her fingers were flying over her clit and SHE was cumming.

With my prick no longer standing tall, I reached under her stomach and on up where I could hold  her side high under her arm and slowly turned her so we were face to face. I kissed her lovingly.

When I broke the kiss, I whispered in her ear that that was one of the must incredible experiences that I had ever had.  Charlie pushed herself up, looked my dead in the eye and said, “Does that mean you’re not going to fuck me?”.

“No”, I replied. “It  just takes a man a little time to get ready again”.

This is when Margaret slid down along side of us, and pressed tight to Charlie’s and my side. She kissed us both. She told me that I had made that something beautiful instead of something obscene like she had thought it would be.

Margaret started rubbing Charlie’s back going from her neck all the way to her cute little ass. Each time her hand reached  bottom, she’d give those nice little buns a gentle squeeze. As she reached Charlie’s ass one last time, she let her hand continue to fall. 

As her palm followed the contour of Charlie’s right cheek, the side of her thumb slid into and dragged the length of her young pussy - as it slowly passed across that erect little clit, Charlie’s ass twitched.

Charlie reached up and we started a kiss that would last for a very long time.

Margaret’s hand continued sliding down Charlie’s widely spread thigh until it fell into my lap.

My still limber meat was the target of her affections now, and she grabbed hold near the base of the shaft, tightened her fist and very slowly pulled up the entire length. My ass twitched!

Margaret moved around to where she could get to my now rapidly recovering prick and began alternating between sucking on me, and each time she reached the head and give Charlie’s cunt a lick or two.

I’m wiggling my ass as much as the situation permitted, and Charlie’s ass is starting to move again, When she reached under Charlie’s stomach right against her legs. She stopped sucking!

“Oh shit, I’ve been abandoned just as things are getting good.” Not true. Margaret tilted my dick forward and at the same time, began pulling Charlie’s cute little ass down until the head of my prick was just beginning to spread her lips. She turned her head to Charlie and asked her if she was sure she really wanted something that big around inside of her.

Charlie looked back over her shoulder and told her, “Momma, please, I’m all itchy and full of butterflies. I need it in me right now”.

“Okay Charlie. Just let yourself down on this beautiful hunk of meat and find out from a master what it’s like the be properly fucked”.

Margaret sat there with her right hand on Charlie’s right shoulder and her left hand massaging her left breast.

 I placed my left hand on her right breast and my right hand under her ass, and helped her with her up and down movement.

On the down stroke, I’d shove up as hard and as fast as I could. Charlie came. Oh God did she cum.

I gave her a minute or two to return to earth, rolled her onto her back grabbing her legs and pushing her knees up along side of her chest. I pounded that young pussy. Charlie came again! Charlie shrieked, moaned and babbled. Yeah, she surely did.

I pulled out. Charlie looked at me like I had just told her that her best friend had died. I smiled down at her and told her, “I’m not finished yet”, as I rolled her over and lifted her cute little butt up where I could slide in with ease.

I pretended that I was one of those big wagon drills that you see on highway construction jobs.

I pounded that pussy again, my ass moving so fast it was a blur. My muscles started to knot up. I slammed into Charlie’s ass as hard as I could and fired my first shot  into that beautiful little hole.

Charlie came!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Charlie passed out colder than a dead mackerel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was holding Charlie’s limp butt against me as I fired two more shots of cum into her pussy.

I didn’t pull out with her out cold. I held her ass snugly against me and slow stroked only an inch of movement at the bottom of that wet warm hole. After a minute or so, she gradually rejoined the conscious world. I started taking long, slow strokes that went in a little less each time. I finally reached the point where I simply fell out. I let her slowly down to the bed and rolled her over on her back. As she stretched out her length with her arms straight from her sides, she had that I’m relaxed, I’m satisfied, I’m happy look  on her face that only a woman is capable of having.

I kissed her!

I scooped my arms under her, pulled her up close. AND I KISSED HER! And I told her what a wonderful lover she was.

Margaret suddenly said, “The kids, they’ve been out there for an hour and a half”.

We all dashed for the shower. Between soaping, squeezing and rubbing, it took almost another half hour to get cleaned off, dried and clothed to check on the kids.

They were playing quietly when we called them into the house and chased them one at a time to the bathroom. We gave them each a plant ripened banana and sent them back out to play.

Charlie didn’t want to go with them, She said to us, “You guys are going to go back to the bedroom, and I’ really like to watch you two make love”.

I looked at Margaret and said, “What the Hell Margaret, turnabout is probably fair play. You watched as I made love to her”.

Margaret grabbed us both by the wrists and walked backward pulling us to the bedroom.

Once the door was closed, there was a flurry of movement and the clothes were scattered between the door and the bed. We all jumped on it.

I laid on my back, and as Margaret climbed on top facing my feet, Charlie scooted up to the pile of pillows her mother had been using and leaned back to watch us.

We played the sixty-nine game for a long while. I gave her orgasm after orgasm, and she’d bring almost there and stop. And almost there and stop. Over and over until I was crazy with lust for that woman.

She rolled off me, got on her hands and knees, wiggled that gorgeous ass at me and said two words. “Fuck me”.

I did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got up in back of her and I shoved it to the bottom. I was going to give Margaret the fucking she needed and deserved. I pounded that ass like there was no tomorrow.

Margaret had had several orgasms since I started deep stroking that hot hole when I felt that old familiar bunching start in my muscles. I rammed into Margaret with all my strength. I fired my first shot of cum pressed hard against her cervix.

Margaret came!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My first shot had triggered the BIG ORGASM!

She screamed. She screamed repeatedly. Her ass was going in circles and ramming back into me, while at the same time, while her vaginal muscles milked me like I was a one-tit cow

I haven’t the faintest idea where all that cum came from. I’d gotten my rocks off three times with her daughter, but I fired at least five more shots and even a few respectable dribbles.

I reached down under her and pulled her back up against her chest. She turned her head back over her shoulder.

Margaret and I went to the shower for another cooling down and cleaning up. After we had finished with the shower and dressed, Margaret rounded up her crew. As they started for their home, mother and daughter each gave me one Hell of a goodbye kiss.

We continued seeing each other most Mondays until I moved to Fort Lauderdale for a much better paying job a year and a half later.

Some Mondays, Margaret would be “out of sorts”, but would chase Charlie over for a few more “lessons”, sometimes they would come over together and try to screw me into a coma.

We were destined to never meet again after I moved my family. There would be several more years before things would come to a head and I would divorce my wife and become a bachelor father to my two sons.

That business of becoming single again would lead to quite a number of interesting situations.

I write those stories in the foreseeable future.

Pete 2007

P. S. Is this a true story or is it pure fiction? I’ll just let you keep guessing on that question.


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