"What do you want?"
"I don't know, what do you want me to want?" She was mumbling into the pillow.
This scene was not going well. Maggie was on her knees with her head down on the bed and she was holding her naked cheeks open with her pussy and asshole totally exposed. At my request.
"I'm like this because you asked me to 'spread 'em.' I thought that's what you wanted."
I did. I do. But what I wanted her to do now was to want something sexy, something dirty. I gave the set-up, it was her turn.
"Just fuck my hairy cunt until I have a massive. Wet. Cum. Does that work?"
No. But I did it anyway. ....
"Why do you do that?" Maggie asked, as we were lazing around after our epic pleasures. "It's just embarrassing. You know it's not the way I get turned on, acting like a porn chick."
"I don't want that. I just like hearing you say what you want. It turns me on. But I want you in heat too."
"I love turning you on, so I'll do anything you want. I want to make you happy in bed. But it sure doesn't get me hot."
It's not about what I want. I already know what I want. "I am happy. Couldn't you tell? My dick exploded with happiness. But if I heard your sexiest thoughts, the things you never say out loud I know we'd both have an amazing time."
"'But this, but that.' I told you to fuck my hairy cunt, I tell you to stick your tongue in my ass no matter how I feel about it, I flop my boobs around the way you like."
"How about the real stuff?"
We've gone around and around with this. We have a really good sex life, I just want it to go further, to great. Maggie won't let go and let me know what's going on inside that beautiful head.
"My 'real stuff' doesn't seem to be yours. I get so wet around you... It's so damned hard to be your sex queen."
"You don't need to be a fuck goddess... hell, you actually are my fuck goddess. Just let me know what it is that gets you wettest. That's what's real."
"Stop. You're going to make me cry if we keep this up." Her tone started to change. "What's real is how much I love that cock of yours," she cooed as her arms curled around me and she rubbed biggish breasts against me, and her damp cooter against my flaccid joystick. "Scratch. That turns me on."
And so we go around and around, again.
Maggie starting cooing again as I lightly moved my fingernails across her back. I guess she was right, we all get aroused in different ways and this was clearly one of hers. If only she'd say things out loud a little more.
"Oh God, I wish a man could feel how good that is," she sighed, starting to writhe just a bit. "You want my turn ons? Baby, scratch my back and you'll get me howling all my inner dirties."
OK, I kept scratching.
"Slower," she said, "go slower." Just like she'd say when I was rubbing her girl bits. "Sloooowwwer. Yessss." Her thighs opened up and grabbed my leg. "Put your knee up in my twat," and she started a sloooowww hump on my leg. "Now, yesssss, isn't that lovely?"
This was indeed getting good. Different.
I could feel her wetness started to leak out on my leg, and we kept up the scratching and humping for what seemed like an hour. However long, it was enough that I could feel myself recovering and the void between my legs was beginning to fill up.
"Oh, your johnny is getting happy? See what can happen when you do it my way?" She was right, I never got hard again that fast after an orgasm.
"What's gotten into you?" I was wondering out loud.
"Quiet now." She stopped a bit before she purred, "Hmmm, you know what would be nice?" No, I didn't. "It would be so sweet if you'd wet your finger and just rub it up and down my clit. Stop, don't go in, just slide over my button."
She was slippery. Really, really.
"Ummmm, good." Pause. "Do you think I'm dirty?"
"Yeah you're dirty, you're my wanton woman."
"No, not trampy, you know..."
Oh, this one. Whenever I start moving near her rear end she starts with the "no, it must be stinky back there," or "it's an output, not an input." It's her variation of "Off limits! Stay away!" But it's usually only when I'm making the move over there.
My hands opened up across her cheeks and started rubbing slowly. "You know you're not dirty, we just had a shower. It smells like you, sexy."
"I don't know, you know? It's not right, is it?"
Jeeez. "I'll stay away Margaret Mary. I promise." A Catholic girl. No, I guess, just a girl.
"Well, maybe..... Maybe you can slide in between my pussy and my asshole? Just don't go in. Anywhere." I can do that. "Hmmmm, feels so good when you do that."
Hmmm is right. Typically, Maggie only let me near her ass if I begged or she'd had a couple martinis. But this was a different song and dance. A backside dance, and I wasn't complaining.
"It would be so great if we were doing this on a blanket on a beach." Another new idea. "At night, when it's warm. We hear the ocean lapping, the air would be wet and I'd be wet. You'd be scratching my back, rubbing my cunt with your leg and your finger, your cock would be getting hard on my stomach..." She was whimpering in my ear and with every sigh, she was right, my penis kept inflating.
"Do you want me to...?"
"Shhh," she cut me off. "You wanted a game, this is my game. Keep quiet and let me play." You got it baby.
"Can you suck on my nipple and still do the other stuff? That would be super good." Done. The whimpering just got a little louder. "It feels so decadent to be rubbed everywhere at once. If we were on the beach, so many other lustful things could happen to us."
"Like...?" Where was this going?
"Like we'd be so quiet, rocking back and forth, and the moonlight would be barely showing our bodies, that when a man is walking down the beach, he'd almost trip over us making love."
"A man?" "A man almost trips over us." Her leaky pussy let out a gush. "But when he sees what we're doing he stops and doesn't make a sound. He's pretty much staring at our bare asses moving back and forth, and he does nothing more than watch." Maggie was really sliding around on my leg now, she was so wet. "I can't believe I'm letting another man watch me fuck."
"We aren't fucking yet."
"Shhhh, I know, silly. But, we're going to now."
Maggie rolled me on my back, jumped on top, and spiked herself on my completely hard dick, all in one motion. "Ahhhh, yes. We're fucking now, aren't we? And the man is watching my big, fat ass go up and down on your cock, while you're watching my big, fat titties bouncing in your face. Just like you like them, hmm?"
She was sure right about that. Her melons bobbling around wildly while her sloshy pussy was fucking me was one of the most mesmerizing sights I didn't have to imagine. My hands were on her hips, and the feeling of her up and down started to slow down so she could just savor the feeling of me inside of her.
"It feels so amazing when I'm fucking you and you pull my ass cheeks apart, but wait!" She took a big, dramatic breath. "Wait, your hands are still holding my hips, but my ass is being spread. The man isn't watching anymore, he's rubbing his hands across my ass."
The man. I could have told her that, I guess. If we'd really had a man there, I would have seen him bending down over us. But, like the lady said, this was her party. And her party was making her cream so much I sometimes could barely feel her cunt on my erection.
