Mature Maggie

"Who? Who just bombed Pearl Harbor?" Maggie asked in alarm, a tight sickening feeling growing deep in the pit of her stomach.

"The Japanese," she heard Jack say from behind her as he came into the house. "Lucy and I heard it on the radio on our way back. It's still happening!" he added with an anger to his voice Maggie had never heard before. "We're at war!"

"Oh God NO!" Maggie screamed. "William!"

Frantically, desperately over the course of the next several days Maggie, especially Jack did everything they could to find out more regarding the obvious disaster at Pearl Harbor. But even with Jack's supposed contacts in the military, they learned little more than what they either heard on the radio or read in the newspapers about it.

Nearly a week had gone by without a single word about William. And though it was to be expected that there were still a lot of missing as well as dead to be sorted through, Maggie had heard of reports of men reporting back to their duty stations, very much alive and happily accounted for. Maggie could only sit, wait and hope that William, her William would be amongst those.

"Jack? Maggie? May's getting worse!" Lucy announced. "I think you two should take her to the hospital as soon as possible!"

Jack and Maggie had already arrived at the same conclusion a short time earlier. Fearing the worst, hoping for the best, but it was a false hope. They both knew what May had, Tuberculosis, and in an advanced stage.

"We're leaving immediately," Jack stated.

"I'll stay here and keep an eye on things," Lucy offered.

"Thank you Lucy," Maggie told her. "Help me pack a few of her things to take with us."

Driving like a maniac all the way there, they got May in to see a doctor. Waiting nervously out in the hallway while she was examined, the doctor came out to speak to them a short time later.

"I'm sorry," he began. "About all we can do for her now is make her as comfortable as possible, she's under quarantine now." Handing them both masks to wear, "You may see her, but please...don't stay very long. She needs her sleep, and we've given her something to help her relax so she may not be very lucid."

Dawning their masks, they went into May's room. Maggie choked back her emotions upon entering and finding that an oxygen tent had been erected over the upper half of May's frail looking form.

"May?" Maggie whispered quietly as she approach the bed. "May?" she whispered again.

"I'm not dead. Yet!" May answered obviously having difficulty breathing. "Come closer so I can see you both," she told them. Looking at her through the distortion of the tent was difficult enough, but Maggie found it easier to be able to stand there and talk to her without May's being able to clearly see the tears that were streaming down her face. Even then, it wasn't about herself that she was worried.

"Any news about William?" May asked.

"No. Nothing," Jack responded seeing that Maggie was unable to speak without breaking down entirely.

"Jack?"

"Yes May."

"You really were a good fuck you know that?"

Now it was Jack's turn as he found it difficult to speak. "So were you May. So were you," he said already speaking to her in the past tense.

May was laboring, finding it difficult to speak. "May, don't talk..." Maggie began to say.

"Have to," May barely managed. "Promise me, Jack? Promise me you'll take care of Maggie ok?"

"I will," He said simply, looking over towards Maggie.

"Maggie? And you promise me...promise you'll always keep a piece of me in your heart, in your spirit. Remember me," Maggie couldn't speak, just standing nodding her head, hoping that May could see her doing so.

"Good. Now Maggie, I need to speak with Jack alone for a few minutes ok?"

"Ok May," Maggie finally managed, turning and leaving the room. When she reached the hallway, she finally did break down, sobbing quietly, though uncontrollably. A short time later Jack came out into the hallway.

"You'd best go say good-bye," he told her. "I'm not sure how much longer she has."

Maggie stayed by her side all night eventually falling asleep. It was the touch of Jack's hand upon her shoulder that awoke her. When he did, she knew.

"She's gone," Jack said sadly.

After Jack had made all the necessary arrangements, they began the long drive home again.

"Home," Maggie thought to herself. Shortly after getting in the car, starting back, Jack had informed her that it had been May's wish that Maggie inherit everything. Maggie hadn't known, but May had had her will changed to reflect that very fact. May wasn't exactly filthy rich, but she owned the boarding house outright, including the car as well as several pieces of very expensive jewelry. In addition, she had a small nest egg of nearly twenty thousand dollars in the bank, all of which May had left to her.

"I still can't believe it," Maggie said after Jack had told her everything. "Why would she do that? She didn't owe me anything!"

Maggie was tired, sad beyond her ability to comprehend. May was dead, William was still missing, and she kept thinking she should wake up from this horrible, terrible nightmare. But as she learned upon their arrival home, the nightmare was just beginning.

Jack pulled into the drive. When he did, Lucy came out meeting them on the porch. Maggie had fallen asleep and it took him a moment longer to shake her awake. "We're here," he told her, looking up as Lucy approached holding a yellow telegram in her hand. "Oh no," he allowed to slip as he saw Lucy approaching. "God no!" Looking up at that very moment, Maggie saw Lucy, saw what she held, bolting from the car.

"Lucy? Is it....is it?"

"I don't know Maggie. It was addressed to you. I didn't open it, couldn't open it even if it hadn't been." Shaking fearfully, she handed the telegram to her looking towards Jack for direction. Unfortunately, he was frozen in place just as fearful as she was. Maggie tore at the telegram and began to read.

"We're sorry to inform you...Private first class PFC, William Benjamin Roberts was killed in action on Sunday December 7th 1941..."

Maggie never finished reading the telegram. Jack barely made it to her side catching her just before she toppled over, fainting from the shock, the exhaustion of first May's death, and now the dreaded long awaited news of William's whereabouts.

Jack had carried Maggie upstairs to May's room. Her room now, and then went back downstairs with Lucy telling her the equally horrible news regarding May's passing. The entire afternoon was spent in the shedding of many tears and reflection of the horrible insanity and unfairness of it all.

"How did they know to send the telegram here?" Lucy had asked. Curious about that himself, Jack had made a few calls only to discover that William had listed Maggie as his next of kin even though she hadn't been. "What else did you find out?" Lucy asked, knowing by the look in Jack's eyes that he had considerably more information to share with her than he had previously.

"Well, it appears that William had a friend that was stationed aboard the U.S.S. Arizona. He'd gone over just that morning to see him and was aboard ship when the attack came. From the few remaining survivors and people who began making a list of everyone who'd been on board and were still missing, they came across William's name as one of the men who never made it out. The ship blew up sinking almost immediately, taking nearly everyone who was on board down with her when she did."

"Oh my God Jack. You can't tell Maggie that. You just can't!" Lucy told him.

"I have no intention of it Lucy. Bad enough hearing that he is dead as opposed to hearing how it was he did die."

It was a considerable amount of time later when Maggie was composed enough to come back down stairs. Joining Lucy as well as Jack in the parlor, they sat talking about both William as well as May, discussing their uncertain futures.

"I need to tell you something else Maggie," Jack began. "I need to head back to San Diego. Permanently it seems. With the war and all, we've got some new government contracts and I need to be there to oversee everything." Maggie and Lucy sat listening to the news. It just seemed to be getting worse and worse.

"I want you to come with me Maggie," Jack told her. I made a promise to May to look after you."

"But what about this place Jack?" May left it to me, I can't just walk out and leave it! She wouldn't want me to do that and you know it, or she'd never have left it to me."

"What about Lucy?" he asked.

"What about Lucy?"

"Let her run the place, you know she can, she's been doing it over the past few days anyway and she's good at it. You know she is!" Maggie turned to look at her.

"Lucy? Is that something you'd enjoy doing? Even want to do?" Maggie asked her.

Lucy sat there for a few moments thinking about it. "Why not? I'd be basically working for myself wouldn't I?" she asked. "Better than working for somebody else if you know what I mean. So sure, why not? What've I got to lose anyway?"

"So, you'll come with me to San Diego then?" Jack asked her. Maggie nodded her head yes. Thinking to herself that there was really no reason for her to stay here now. With May gone, and now William, all she really had was Jack, and Lucy. But she couldn't see herself remaining here, not after everything that had happened. There would be too many painful memories for her to remain.

"Would you do me a favor Maggie?" Lucy asked her.

"Sure kiddo what?" Even saying that simple phrase she was reminded of May as she'd spoken the word "kiddo" often. Maybe a part of May would be with her, inside of her as she'd promised.

"My little sister still lives with my father and stepmother in San Diego. Would you mind looking her up, telling her I'm ok...and doing well?"

"Well sure Lucy, but why haven't you called her yourself?"

"Because my father disowned me a long time ago," she said. "I haven't seen or spoken to any of my family in years. But at least my sister and I were still on good terms when I left. So, would you mind?"

"No, of course not. What about your mother, your real mother I mean?" Maggie asked.

"My real mother died years ago," Lucy told her.

"Oh. I'm sorry Lucy. What's your sisters name anyway?" Maggie asked.

"Gladys" Lucy told her.

"Ok, give me her address and phone number if you have it. After we get there, I'll look her up. But I'm going to do you one better than that too. I'm going to give her the number here. Perhaps she'll find a way of contacting you without your father being aware of it."

"Maybe," Lucy said. "Thanks Maggie. I really appreciate it!"

Lucy retired to bed shortly after that, exhausted with a lot on her mind, and so many things to think about. Maggie was tired too, but had no desire to go upstairs to May's room, her room or her old room either for that matter.

"Jack? Would you let me sleep with you tonight?" she asked him. "I don't want to sleep alone, and I don't feel comfortable sleeping in May's bed either."

"Sure Maggie. Anything you want honey. Anything at all."

A short time later they slipped into bed together. "Jack, would you do something else for me tonight too?"

"Sure honey. What?"

"Make love to me?"

"Maggie...I'm not sure that's a very good idea," he told her honestly.

"I need to feel loved Jack," she told him.

"You are loved Maggie. You don't need sex to feel that way. Shouldn't anyway," he added.

"I know. But I want to. I want to feel it physically besides emotionally. As horrible as this may sound to you Jack, and you can still tell me no afterwards if you'd like. But I'd really appreciate it if you'd do it. I want to pretend just this once, just this one time tonight that you're William. And maybe, you can pretend that I'm May," she told him. "One last time...for each of us. Please?"

As much as he felt like they might both regret it afterwards, he agreed. "Ok Maggie. Just this once. But if we ever do it again, it will be you, and I agreed?"

"Agreed!" Maggie said slipping out of bed, removing her nightdress as she did. "Oh. And is it ok if we turn out the lights? Just this once?" she asked him again. Jack nodded his head in agreement, then adding.

"Just this once."

In the darkness Maggie somehow did find herself able to imagine that Jack was William. In her minds eye, she saw him just exactly as she had that last evening they had spent together. Even their obvious differences didn't register as Maggie slipped down between Jack's legs, taking his turgid member in her hands as she lovingly began stroking it, kissing it...remembering. Even when Jack moaned, it was William's moans that she heard. When Jack finally pushed her over, kissing and sucking her hard erect nipples, it was William's mouth...his lips that did so, bringing to her an unearthly passion of mind body and soul. Feeling Jack's cock finally enter her, splitting her pussy as he drove into her with a fiery heartfelt need of his own, it wasn't Jack's prick fucking into her. It wasn't even his seed that poured deeply into her womb when he came. It was Williams...Lips.

They spent Christmas together in a home that Jack's company had provided for them until he could find another placed he preferred living in. And although it was certainly nice, spacious, certainly more extravagant than anything she had ever stayed in before, Maggie felt alone, homesick. Without much of anything to do to occupy her time, she slept or read every book she could get her hands on. As Lucy had asked, she'd made two attempts already to try reaching Lucy's sister Gladys, but to no avail.

The first time she had called, she'd heard a man answer, hanging up almost immediately afterwards. A day later she had tried again, and though this time when a woman answered, she was fairly certain it had been Lucy's stepmother. She had asked her if Gladys was there. Told "no, that she wasn't," Maggie had left a message for her to call. Saying simply that she needed to speak with her about a private matter, that and nothing more. After hanging up, she seriously doubted that Lucy's stepmother would even give her sister the message. Maggie decided that she might perhaps drive over to where she lived, park the car nearby and hopefully run into her somehow, long enough to give her Lucy's message. "At least," she thought. "It will give me something to do!"

Maggie and Jack made love nearly every night after that. "Fucked" actually as she thought about it. With Jack, it was never really tender, always fast, furious sometimes almost brutal. But she never complained. Even when she failed to reach orgasm with him, she would contentedly lay by his side long into the night listening to his gentle breathing before getting up out of bed to go into the bathroom and masturbate, reaching orgasm, enjoying her climax always thinking about and wishing it was William she was with.

As for Lucy, Maggie called her every few days keeping in touch, seeing how things were going as well as ensuring she had everything she needed financially. Jack had helped her to set up an account where she could easily transfer funds whenever Lucy needed them for anything, but as she'd already managed to ensure, Lucy was making more than enough to meet her needs to get by on and have a little extra to tuck away at the end of each month. She'd just gotten off the phone with her, reminding herself as she did that she still hadn't as yet gotten a hold of Lucy's sister, even promising to do so again as soon as possible when Jack arrived home.

"Maggie? We need to talk. There's something I want to ask you," he'd told her. Nervously she followed him into their formal living room.

"What's up Jack?" she asked, fearful of where this was heading as he'd been hinting at it ever since Christmas now. She'd already made up her mind about it. Knew what she would say to him, and decide what to do further about her life, and his if what she told him didn't sit with him right. The way she figured it, there was no other choice to it, no other way that she could spend the rest of her life with him as his wife unless he agreed to her terms.

"You probably already know what I'm about to ask you," he told her removing a small box from his jacket pocket. Opening it, he allowed her to look at the enormous diamond sitting inside.

"I want you to marry me," he said. "I love you Maggie, and I promised May I would always look out for you. What better way for me to keep that promise than to make you my wife?" he asked her. "So Maggie. Will you? Marry me?"

Maggie looked directly into his eyes. "Yes I will Jack, but only if you agree to a few simple conditions," she said surprising him with her sudden boldness. "May would have liked that," she thought. "Acting boldly, not taking any shit from anyone," she mused silently to herself.

"Ok," he said slowly. "Such as?"

"First, let me assure you that I will always be there for you sexually, anytime day or night. I'll never tell you no, and I'll never turn you away," she began. Jack grinned thinking that Maggie was about to tell him of her undying love for him as well.

"Second, if I ever do ask you for a divorce, you must agree to give me one immediately. I'll never ask you for more than what it mine already, and I'll never lie, cheat or steal from you for as long as we are married. But if the day ever does come that I want a divorce, then I expect you to give me one. Without a fight, without any delays. And...I want everything in writing filed with an attorney." Maggie took a deep breath before continuing, "If you can agree to that Jack, then yes. I will marry you. If not, then it's better that I leave you now and we both go our own ways."

Somewhat stunned by Maggie's almost rude boldness, he sat back on his heels momentarily still holding the box open as he thought about it. Looking at her again with different eyes, as well as more than a little anger sitting behind his own, he countered her conditions with one of his.

"I'll agree to everything you've said Maggie, on one more condition of my own. Sexually speaking, If I chose, to include anyone else in our relationship for fun or games, I'll expect you to go along, whether you're physically included or not. That means sharing you with other men, or women if I so chose to do so. Never having you say no, never hearing you complain to me about it or demanding it be any other way between us. If you will agree to that, then we have a deal, and I'll see to it that it's written up any way that you'd like before we're actually married."

Now it was Maggie's turn to consider his terms. But she did so much more quickly than he had. "Agreed," Maggie said holding out her hand to him. Rather than slipping the ring on her finger however, he handed her the box instead.

"Put it on yourself," he told her. "Then come over here and suck me off after you've done so."

Maggie knew it was a test of wills, certainly determination. And she was determined to live up to her end of the bargain, even if they weren't really married yet. Even more importantly however, Maggie wasn't about to do anything with Jack, leaving him feeling less than satisfied, even loved. Even if it wasn't a love born of her heart, she would love him; love him in every conceivable way but with her heart. That she had already given away, and would never allow herself to give away again. But she also knew that Jack would never truly know the difference. So it was, Maggie approached him almost submissively. If he'd expected her to go about "sucking him off" as he'd basically demanded for her to do. He was in for a big surprise as she intended on giving him the best fucking blowjob of his entire life.

Jack had expected her to go about it less than enthusiastically, even bracing himself for exactly that.

"You'd better suck it...and suck it good," he'd warned her almost threateningly. And, as he'd asked. She did. Within moments after she had begun, when Maggie had quite lovingly teased his erection with the tip of her tongue in ways that Jack had never felt before, Maggie sensed the tension ease in his expectations of her. And as she felt while doing it, knowing that he was enjoying it every bit as much as she knew he would.

"Damn Maggie, that's good," he told her softening his voice. "Oh fuck yeah that's nice!" he said meaning it. Maggie licked, sucked, stroking his cock with every intention of making him feel as good as possible. Even going so far as to stick her finger gently up inside his ass, worming it around, teasing him increasing the intensity and stimulation.

"Oh yeah Maggie, suck it baby! Suck it! You're gonna make me cum soon!" he moaned pleasurably.

As Jack's thick creamy jisim exploded deep inside her mouth, Maggie swallowed, smiling, knowing that in many ways, Jack was hers now. Long enough for as long as she wanted, needed him anyway. Which wasn't a bad thing. She would ensure he'd be happy, all the while watching out for her own best interests. Not about to take advantage of him financially necessarily, but certainly doing so to ensure that she would one day perhaps, never again have to rely on anyone, for anything.

True to form, Jack arranged for a rather large, very expensive wedding to be held at the Hotel Del Coronado in San Diego across the bay. Several of his business associates and friends, some of which Maggie hadn't even met yet would be in attendance. And in true style, they were to be wed on the 1st of January 1942.

As they had sent out a number of invitations, Maggie had as an additional thought decided to send one to Gladys's home. She had written a personal note on the invitation hoping that Gladys would actually get it and read it.

"Gladys, I have news about your sister Lucy. Please come to my wedding as an invited guest. We have much to talk about. Maggie"

They had checked into a rather lavish bridal suite on New Years Eve in preparation for their wedding the following day. Several of Jack's friends were already there checked into nearby rooms in anticipation of a combination New Years/Bachelors party, which had been reserved in yet another suite separate from their own. The fact that Maggie wasn't excited about her own wedding was an understatement.

"You going to stay in the room?" Jack asked as he prepared to head downstairs to the bar where he was expected to join his friends in an early party drink.

"Yes, I've already ordered room service too. So I'll have dinner here and then turn in early. Big day tomorrow you know." Jack shot her a quizzical look, it was hard for him to tell if Maggie was being sarcastic or not. He certainly couldn't tell it by the tone of her voice or by the genuine smile on her face as she finished unpacking her clothing, hanging things up or folding them away in the dresser drawers. "Don't suppose I'll see you until tomorrow."

"Probably not," Jack stated. "Big party, strippers. You know, the whole nine yards."

"Well, have a good time," Maggie said easily once again without any hint of malice or irritation to her tone as she turned looking at him. Maggie even crossed the room placing her arms around his neck kissing him a moment before he left. She actually enjoyed seeing the confused expression on his face just before he walked out the door.

Maggie had no maid of honor, no bridesmaids who would be in attendance, no nothing. She'd even chosen not to wear an elaborately designed frilly wedding gown either, choosing instead a sultry looking off-white evening gown that would show off her magnificent curves and sensuous body to full effect. If Lucy could have gotten away, she would have perhaps been her maid of honor, but the boarding house was full and with no one else to run the place, it had been impossible even with Lucy volunteering to close the place down long enough to attend. It had been impossible to even consider it however, especially with Mrs. Gail still living there, still in need of special attention and one of their best paying, longest staying customers. Lucy had wished her well, totally unaware of the change that had occurred emotionally between Maggie and Jack, assuming from where she sat that the two of them would find themselves happily married much to her delight and joy as Lucy still loved them both very much.

Maggie had ordered king crab legs for dinner, but hardly touched the delicacy as she sat picking at them absentmindedly lost in thought about the events since May's tragic death. She missed her, missed William. Maggie missed everything that had been and never would be again. Deciding on a nice long luxurious bath, she undressed settling herself in the oversized bath complete with soft glowing candlelight, bubbles with soft music playing in the background. She never heard the door to her suite open or the sound of footsteps as they crossed the room until the door to her bathroom opened.

As it was nearing midnight, Maggie initially assumed that Jack had returned to at least wish her a Happy New Year, thus she actually sat up in the tub exposing her breasts more fully expecting Jack to enter. Instead, as the door slowly, almost tentatively opened, she was more than a little stunned to see a perfect stranger enter the room.

"Who are you?" she demanded slipping down beneath the water just a little too late as he stood there looking at her an almost devilish smile on his face. "How'd you get in here anyway?"

He was obviously a little tipsy as he stood there swaying slightly. Holding up a set of keys he showed in doing so that he had gotten Jack's room keys somehow.

"Jack said we were your New Years Eve surprise," he stated slurring his words slightly. "Told us to come to your room, that you'd be more than willing to party with us." He continued to grin almost foolishly, but with a look that also said he was a lot less sure of himself now.

"We?" Maggie asked becoming irritated, suddenly understanding what Jack was doing.

"Yeah, I'm his best man," the stranger said as though that explained everything to her. As is Johnny and Steven who are on their way up now."

"I see," Maggie said easing herself up out of the tub. "Would you mind handing me that bath towel behind you?" she asked him.

Although this wasn't exactly the way she'd have preferred or even wanted to spend New Years Eve, she wasn't about to sit and stew over it either. The stranger who had walked into her bathroom, although slightly intoxicated, was attractive. "At least you didn't send me some freak to fuck. Thank you for that anyway Jack," she thought to herself.

"Would you mind drying my back?" Maggie asked him. Drunk as he'd been, he sobered considerably at the prospect of actually touching her, even if it was with a towel. "By the way, one thing I don't do...is fuck strangers," she said. "So what is your name anyway?"

"Larry," he said looking and sounding less and less inebriated by the second.

"Hi Larry. So, when's everyone else supposed to be here? Or would you like to go into the bedroom and get started without them?"

Smiling, Larry followed Maggie into the bedroom undoing his tie, removing his jacket and tossing them over onto a nearby chair. "Shit. I can't believe this is really happening," he said sounding like a little boy who had just gotten his favorite unexpected toy for Christmas. "When Jack told us to come up here, nobody actually believed him at first. We all thought he was joking."

"Oh, so you're the sacrificial lamb so to speak then huh?" Maggie said as she crawled up onto the bed expectantly. "Your friends, Jack's friends..." she amended, "Are probably waiting downstairs to see if you return with your tail tucked between your legs, is that it?" Larry had walked over towards the bed; Maggie now sat up reaching over and began undoing his belt while he struggled out of his shirt, fumbling badly with the buttons as he did.

"Yeah, sort of I guess," he stammered excitedly. "If I don't return, which I won't be. They'll figure out that this maybe was for real and come upstairs to find out for themselves," he added with a lusty sneer.

"Well in that case, I guess we should be giving them a little show by the time they do screw up their courage and come upstairs then."

"How'd Jack ever find someone as beautiful as you are anyway? More importantly, how'd he ever talk you into doing this in the first place?" Larry said finally stepping out of his pants just as Maggie fished his prick from the inside of his boxer shorts.

"You might say we have an agreement. I do whatever he wants me to do sexually, as long as he agrees to take care of me," she told him. "For as long as I want him to anyway. When I don't...I leave. It's basically pretty simple really wouldn't you agree?" Maggie drew his erection into her mouth and began sucking him.

"Fucking lucky son of a bitch. I'd say," Larry said as Maggie wonderfully began devouring his cock.

"You could say that," Maggie said around him. "For a little while longer anyway." she said to herself.

As Maggie had half expected and anticipated two other men showed up at the door a short time later. Each nervously entering the room, stunned when they saw their friend Larry standing at the side of the bed while Maggie, Jack's soon to be wife sat there naked, sucking their friends prick for all she was worth.

"Fucking A!" One of the men said. "Jack wasn't kidding was he!"

"Doesn't look like it," the other commented. "Come on, let's get out of our clothes and have some fun ourselves," he'd said enthusiastically. From the corner of her eye Maggie watched the two men stripping off their clothing. She smiled to herself. Jack might think he was doing this to annoy or upset her, just his way of showing that he expected her to live up to her end of the bargain.

"Well, she would too. And there wasn't any reason that she shouldn't enjoy herself as she did," she thought to herself once again. "No reason at all."

"Your friends are here," Maggie said as she finally removed his cock from her mouth. "Maybe you should introduce them to me. Like I said Larry...I don't fuck strangers."

"This is Johnny," Larry said introducing her to a blonde haired blue-eyed man who looked beautiful enough to be a movie star except for a small scar that slightly pulled down the corner of one eye. Obviously he'd experienced a fairly serious accident at some point years ago, marring his near perfect handsomeness. As it was, Maggie thought it added character to his face and kept him from appearing almost too pretty.

"And this...well this is Steven," Larry said pointing at the other guy who was just finishing removing his pants. "Though the guys call him horse," he added for obvious reasons. Steven, or "horse" rather, was tall, very tall. Added to that he was well built as well as muscular, the type that could easily be playing pro-football.

"Well Larry, since you were the bravest of the three of you, it's only fair that you get to chose who does what," Maggie told him, smiling seductively. "So then...heads or tails?" she asked wickedly.

"Not sure what you mean," he said looking embarrassed but smiling back towards the other two who also stood with shit eating grins on their faces while they waited to find out what Maggie was referring to.

"Well the way I see it. You get the choice of my continuing your blowjob or fucking me in the ass. Obviously, "horse" there isn't going to have my ass, so he can pick pussy or mouth dependent upon what you decide. And as for Johnny, well he gets whatever's left over. So. Does that make it any easier for you?" she asked him.

"Your ass? Really?" Maggie grinned, guess that settles that. "Horse?" she asked turning towards him. He was already stroking his enormous cock to readiness. "Don't hardly ever get anyone to actually give me a blow job," he told her honestly.

"What a surprise," Maggie said somewhat sarcastically. "Well then, guess everything's settled. Larry? There's some Vaseline in the bathroom, why don't you run and get it? As for you horse. Why don't you step over here for a moment so you and I can get better acquainted."

Johnny had thrown his shirt over the only table lamp that was on, dimming the lighting even more than it had been. Maggie chuckled quietly to herself sensing their discomfort at possibly being nude in front of one another. "Penis envy" Maggie had thought, still quietly laughing. Though that didn't surprise her, Steve really was a horse. And she was suddenly grateful that she wasn't about to fuck him initially either, though she surmised that would change in all likelihood as the evening progressed.

Larry returned from the bathroom handing her the jar of Vaseline. "Put it on your dick," she told him. "And use lots of it, goop it up real good. Then...do me," she said laughing as she saw his face reddening. Once he'd slicked himself up sufficiently, Maggie had Johnny come over and lay down on the bed so that she could straddle him.

"As soon as he's inside me, then you can enter me from behind doggy style," she told Larry. "And as for you horse. Well, you can stand here by the side of the bed where I can reach you, or you can kneel down next to me, whichever you'd prefer."

Slipping Johnny's cock inside her pussy was easy. She was well lubricated enough for that. Larry was a little more difficult, and though he had the smaller cock of the three, which she immediately found herself grateful for, she'd never had anyone take her up the ass before either. This was a first. Larry at least was somewhat cautious in his approach, slowly easing himself into her ass allowing her to grow accustomed to the intrusion, slowly, gradually until she eventually felt him filling her completely. Horse had opted to half lay, half kneel on the bed making her stretch towards him slightly, though as big and long as he was, wasn't all that difficult a position to accommodate. In unison, Johnny began thrusting slowly in and out of her cunt while she sat astride him, finding herself actually beginning to enjoy the dual sensation as Larry's penis began easing in and out of her ass simultaneously. And though she had a little difficulty placing her mouth around the entire head of Steve's prick, she managed to do so, though taking very little of his actual length inside her mouth as she sucked him. He didn't seem to mind it however as he soon began moaning and groaning with obvious pleasure.

They'd been fucking, sucking, thrusting and gyrating wildly on the bed together for several minutes when Maggie heard the subtle opening of the door to their suite. She knew immediately who it was as she heard soft footsteps leading over to one of several large oversized chairs where he sat down, watching.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna blow!" Johnny exclaimed a moment later from beneath her. Maggie had already warned him about ejaculating inside her. Still fearing the possibility of pregnancy, she had told him ahead of time that he was to pull out of her when he came. Allowing his prick to slip out of her, Maggie reached back grasping it when it did, stroking it up and down quickly with her hand as she pumped out streamers of his ejaculate which shot up and over, landing on her back.

"Hey dumb-ass!" Larry cried out in alarm. "You're getting that shit all over me!" he complained disgustedly.

"Fuck you Larry," Johnny sighed in obvious pleasure. "You're the one who's in the way!"

Seconds Later Maggie felt Larry withdrawing his penis from her ass. And though she'd not spoken to him one way or the other, found herself somewhat surprised as he pulled out, choosing to shoot his sperm up and over her back rather than inside her. She felt the elongated trails of his warm fresh semen coating her back in several continuous spurts as he groaned out his obvious pleasure, grunting deeply as he finished jacking himself off onto her. Larry had barely finished, standing up staggering backwards acting as though he was drunk, even drunker than he'd been when he'd first arrived. She wondered briefly if it was a ruse that he was using to justify his actions, his pleasures in front of his friends, having an excuse later to use in having done so.

"Roll over. Let me fuck those tits!" Horse told her. Johnny immediately scrambled out of the way as she did, joining Larry as she heard him beginning to dress.

When Maggie fell upon her back, she saw a lone figure sitting across the room from her, but only for an instant as Steve's massive body soon sat astride her chest effectively cutting off her view.

"Nice fucking tits!" Steve told her. "Hold em together for me," he asked, "So I can fuck em better."

Doing as he'd asked her, Maggie placed her hands on either side of her breasts molding them around the length of his prick. Even so, he was big enough, long enough that as he began thrusting himself between them, he still managed to graze the head of his prick against her mouth in the process. Opening her lips for him, she included the additional stimulation of sucking the head of his prick with every upward fuck between her tits, driving him crazy with lust and desire for her.

"Oh yeah baby! That's good. Really good!"

Steve continued fucking her for several long minutes, finally he too began moaning as his orgasm began to approach. He'd managed to thrust one more time between her tits, lodging the head of his prick just inside Maggie's mouth when the first spurt of his climax exploded from his dick filling her. Maggie swallowed almost desperately as the volume of his orgasm was tremendous. But she took it all, opening her throat, drinking him down just as quickly as he seemingly refilled it until every last spurt had been drained from his penis, where he too tumbled off of the bed and began to hurriedly dress joining his two friends who already were.

None of them even thought or considered for even the briefest of moments that Maggie hadn't climaxed, or even if she'd enjoyed any of it in the slightest, which admittedly she had. As she lay there upon the bed in the semi darkness, listening as Steve, the last to dress finished doing so. Moments later, all three men began making their way past Jack, still quietly sitting within his chair towards the door.

"Thanks man. That was great," she heard Steve addressing Jack as he sat silently in the darkness. He didn't even acknowledge them with words, obviously smiling perhaps or nodding his head where she could neither see it nor hear him in doing so.

"Really neat!" Johnny said as the last one of them to speak just before hearing the door opening and then closing as they exited. Maggie lay silently on her back upon the bed. Curious as to what Jack was doing, would do now that the three of them had left. She heard the sound of the chair as he stood up, heard his quiet footsteps as he approached the bed, sensing him more than seeing him as only his silhouette appeared standing beside her now.

She expected him to speak, to say something. Surprised when he didn't. Then she heard the faint sound of his zipper being pulled down, another almost imperceptible noise as he reached inside his slacks. Although it was dark, and though she could only see his outline, she could tell by it that he stood above her jacking himself off. Without so much as a solitary word he stood there masturbating. Maggie in turn continued to lie there, just as silently as he was, waiting.

She felt the first warm, wet splashes begin to fall upon her body a few moments later. With an almost uncanny accuracy, he sprayed his spunk first upon her face, then laying a ribbon of his sperm across her breasts, working himself down as he did until he emptied what remained of his orgasm against her pussy where his cream stuck against her, matting her pubic hair in thick sticky pools. Hearing the sound of his zipper once again, Jack turned away from her heading back towards the door. A slim sliver of light appeared as he opened it briefly highlighting him as he left. Then it was gone, once again leaving her to the silence and darkness of the room as she felt his fluid slowly running down her body soaking the bed beneath her.

Maggie allowed herself the luxury of crying. "One last time before tomorrow," she thought. "After tomorrow, I'll never cry again," she promised herself.​