Another Hard Fucking For Her

"Should we call June in or do you want me all to yourself?" he asked, an overtone of humor in his voice.
"Not yet," Margaret answered, snuggling her head against Jim's huge, hairy chest. "She's waiting for somebody, talking on the phone. You'll get another chance at her. You won't have to spend the whole night with an old bag like me."

She was jealous, Jim realized, insecure about how she stacked up against the beautiful   eighteen year old schoolgirl. Well, there was one way to assuage  the  woman's  fears,  to  relieve the last vestiges of apprehension. He owed Margaret a debt and fortunately knew in just what coin to repay it. He kissed Margaret, plunging his tongue deep into her waiting mouth and feeling her tremble in his strong arms. She seemed younger, more vital and passionate, very much like June Goodwin in fact. His hand strayed down to Margaret's soft, warm  breasts  and  his  budding  hardon pressed against the woman's hips.

Margaret did not say a word to her lover, instead abandoning   herself   totally   to  his  importunate caresses. Her eyes closed, she let Jim work her over from top to toe, stroking and fondling her tits, sliding his palms between her ivory thighs, cupping her mons veneris in strong, slightly nervous fingers. A long moment later, Margaret reached for her lover's prick, surprised and delighted to feel that it had already swollen into a state of full arousal. There was no need for foreplay at a time like that. Both    their    bodies    were    ready,    almost over stimulated. Tension was mounting and there was only one way to ease it.

Jim was with Margaret every step of the way. He mounted the woman, forcing his thighs between hers and then guiding his prick home with his left hand. Margaret was wet and ready, her cunt still dripping with his come. Now he was inside her again, his cock throbbing as it drove home deep and solid.

Margaret sighed lustily, surprised at her own responsiveness. She was tired physically and emotionally drained but her body felt incredibly sensual and desirous. She could feel every inch of Jim's prick inside her, caressing her pussy walls and going a little bit deeper with each slow, powerful lunge.

They moved together, still nervous, translating their fears into passionate sex. Margaret wrapped her arms around Jim's broad back and drew the man closer to her. Now he was all the way in, the tip of his cock pressed against her womb, his chest almost knocking the breath out of her heaving torso.