Phones Margaret

First Lieutenant Taylor's turn before the Senate Armed Services Committee was short and sweet this round. A few questions to tie up loose ends and a note of thanks from the Chairman, and the Army officer was free to go by three p.m. The first thing he did was to phone Margret Ferguson; she said that she could meet him in their hotel room in about an hour.

Ninety minutes later there was a gentle tapping on the door to his room followed by the clicking of a key in the lock. The twenty-five year old Taylor dashed from his over-stuffed armchair and had the fifty-five year old woman in his arms, covering her mouth with his, before she could even close the door behind her. Finally allowed to come up for air, she took a deep breath and touched her hand to her medium length black hair, patting it back in place. "Miss me?" she smiled, the answer fairly obvious.

"More than words can say," he replied, 'attacking' her again as they stood near the door. His tongue was deep in her mouth and his hands were everywhere, groping her full ass, squeezing her breasts, still firm after all these years. Her body melded against his and she abandoned herself to him.

After several more minutes of 'making out', Margret slipped from Samuel's arms and closed the door. "Why don't you order us something to eat and then we can... get more comfortable."

Lifting the phone for room service, he asked her what she wanted. Removing her clip-on earrings, she responded. "Just something simple. Sandwiches are fine."

Soon enough, the couple was seated facing each other across the small, white linen covered table on wheels. "You know," Margret said between bites of her club sandwich, "I think that yesterday I inadvertently offended you."

He made a dismissive wave, "Don't worry about it."

"But I do worry about it," the older woman insisted, her hand reaching for his. "I know this is crazy... this whole wild roller-coaster ride of the past few days has been crazy... but it's like... like I have known you much longer. Like we have..."

Samuel lifted their entwined hands, their fingers interlocked, and kissed the tops of her knuckles. "I know... I feel the same way."

"Sooo," Margret said, slipping her hand free and picking up her purse, "I do want to give you something. Something," she smiled slyly at him as she dug into her purse, "that I have only given away a very few times before."

"I am afraid I did not have a chance to wrap it," she said, handing him his gift. Samuel's eyebrows knitted as he studied what was in his hands, turning it over to look at all sides.

"K-Y Jelly?" he asked, his lips slowly curling into a smile. Surely she was not saying what he thought she was saying.

Standing up from the table, she leaned forward and reached under the full skirts of her white dress. "Hmm mmm," she nodded, peeling down her panties, stepping out of them one foot at a time and tossing them aside. Pivoting, she strolled over to the bed, lifted the hem of her skirt in front and knelt up on the edge of her bed, her lower legs and feet hanging over the side.

Once Margaret was in place, Samuel followed her to stand between her wide spread calves. Catching the hem of her dress between the thumbs and first two fingers of each hand, he slowly lifted her skirt, like a curtain going up in a theater. The tops of her stockings, the straps of her garter belt, gradually came into view until finally her entire bottom was exposed. Her moist pussy-lips and crinkled anus were open to his gaze. He ran his hands lovingly over the full globes of Margret's wide ass. Her heavy buttocks and thick thighs were laced with cellulite, typical of a woman her age.

Tugging a couple of pillows down to pile on top of each other, she look back over her shoulder to ask, "Or you just going to stand there, Soldier?" She lowered her head and shoulders, poking her butt out even further.

"It... is... just... so... beautiful," Samuel sighed, transfixed by that ass.

Then he sprang into action. Ripping open the cardboard box and dropping it to the floor, he unscrewed the cap with shaking hands. His left hand pulled her left buttock to the side, further exposing her most intimate of opening, and he held the end of the tube close to her anus.

"Oooo, that's cold!" Margret gasped with a shiver, hugging the pillows tighter to her.

"Sorry," Samuel muttered, his attention focused on preparing her. He spread the clear gel all around, coating the crinkled opening with a thick layer of the lube. He even pushed his index finger into the tight pucker, smearing the K-Y up there as well. Putting the tube down on the bed next to her knee, he opened his uniform jacket and undid his pants, letting the trousers fall down around his ankles. He pushed his white, government-issued boxers down to join them. Gripping his shaft about mid-point, he planted the head between those luscious globes and asked, "Ready?"

Nodding her head and chewing on her lower lip, Margret replied with, "As ready as I'll ever be." She could feel her heart pounding when the tip of her lover's dick made contact with her tightly clinched orifice.

Putting his thumb on the spongy head of his cock, Samuel pushed downwards, forcing his glans into that aperture. The tight entrance resisted, but eventually he **** it to yield and pushed the end of his prick inside. The ring of muscle clamped down around his shaft, just behind the ridge of the cock-head. "You o.k.?" he asked.

Nodding her head, she took quick breaths through her parted lips, trying to relax her 'back door'.

After giving her a few moments to adjust to the intrusion, he pushed forward, slowly inching his way up inside her. He heard Margret groan when more and more of his length was shoved up her, splitting her in two, until finally he was buried up her 'dirt road', his balls nestled against her pussy lips, her soft pubic hair cushioning his heavy balls.

As before, he stood motionless, letting her get used to the skewering. Then be began to withdraw, just as slowly as he had entered. He did not pull all the out, stopping when only the head remained inside. He reversed directions, methodically jamming his wide dick back up her narrow rectum. Reaching down for the tube of lube, he squeezed a bead out onto the top of his shaft as it slid in and out of Margret's bumhole.

Gradually, he picked up speed, sliding in and out of her with increasing momentum until he was sawing back and forth at a strong, steady pace. Margret repeatedly moaned and grunted as she was sodomized by her lover. She shifted around on her knees, beginning to rotate her hips to give him a better 'ride'.

Samuel gripped one of Margret's hips with one hand, while with his other he rubbed a big rump-cheek. All the while, his cock moved in and out of her 'coal chute'.

"Oh, Margret," he sighed, saying her name almost like a prayer. Now both of his hands were gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His speed had become one of a runner's, his swinging balls smack-smack-smacking against her pussy lips. Margret squeezed her eyes shut, the sounds of her lover so thoroughly delighting in her asshole off-setting the discomfort.

He pounded away into her, each forward thrust causing her buttocks to bounce and jiggle like twin mounds of jello. His balls had drawn up close to his body. There was a sheen of sweat across his brow and upper lip as he buggered her. Buggered her for all he was worth. Repeatedly shoving his cock up her colon. Until...

"MARGRET!" he screamed, the cum racing through the length of his shaft to blast out of the tip. Filling her bowels with hot sperm. Pumping out jet after jet of his seed into her depths.

When he collapsed on top of her, his weight **** her down flat on the bed. Stroking her hair, he found that it was damp. "Whew," he gasped, trying to catch his breath. "That was... that was the best gift I have ever received."

Craning her neck to look back at Samuel, Margret asked, "Was this your first time to use a woman back there?" When he sheepishly answered that it was, the older woman smiled indulgingly. "Then I promise that it won't be the last," she craned her neck even more to kiss his lips.