Now standing she faced me, shaking her long hair so it hung over her nipples like I had imagined. I teased her nipples while she worked my shirt off me. The big jugs felt good against my chest. During all the kissing and stroking that was going on Maggie worked her ass back to sit on the edge of the table. When her legs came up and her skirt opened for me she didn’t much believe in panties either. A thick red bush of pubic hair was saying hello.
Maggie smiled at me.
“Maybe we should go to your bedroom for this.”
“Okay, but I’m eating that pussy first.”
I didn’t care by then if some guy had fucked her on the way over. I was eating that pussy. What a trip. Seven marriages and nine kids for the redhead and I wanted to eat her out. I sort of waited for her to lie back in the bed.
“You back first. I’ll make this right for you.”
Once on my back Maggie put her head towards my knees and brought a leg up over my face. This could work. Her cunt was a heavy thatch of red hair with the pinkness of her pussy looking soft, wet, and puffy right in the center of it. Maggie leaned down towards me until my tongue lapped at her center. A few quick few laps from my tongue and the lips opened up and settled down over my mouth. As the heat of her slit settled over me her mouth took my cock to the base within a half dozen plunges into her throat.
Morning sex was nice. Neither of us had been through anything to make the day stressful. Rather than a tired sex at the end of the day all couples should start the day with a morning fuck.
Maggie was a creamer. Once her pussy got started she kept a continual stream of her juices flowing into my mouth. She got off several times before I sent my load down her throat. After cumming she didn’t move from my face. I had her cleaned out and was carefully lapping each new droplet as it would appear. On Maggie’s part, her boobs felt good mashed into my chest as she sucked my mostly limp cock in and out of her mouth.
Maybe I wouldn’t understand her six divorces, but I could sure understand why seven guys would want to marry her. She must have been wild as hell in her twenties. I found myself eating her again and she was face down on my hard cock. She was feeding me quite a snack again when she moved and asked me if I was going to fuck her.
“I was just waiting for you to be ready.”
“Hell, I was ready when I came through the front door. I was ready riding over her in the car. I’ve had that big thing down my throat now I need it up my snatch. What I need is a load of cum spraying around inside it.”
Maggie went on her back and I started fucking her. Something about it put me at ease. No pressure, no worries. We were just fucking. It was comfortable fucking Maggie. Not comfortable like an old shoe, but I fit in her just right. Like a shoe she didn’t feel too tight and there wasn’t any room to flop around. As much as I was enjoying all the variety I’d been offered when it came to fucking Maggie I could make her a regular. Maybe even daily. It was that good.