Maggie
written by:
Thesandman

Authors note: For those of you who've read "The Ya Ya Dildohood", this isn't a continuation of that series, but it is an in depth background into the character "Maggie" of that series. Maggie is based on a real person, though the names have been changed to protect their identities. Not all of the situations in this story are true, though those that are, I have tried to portray as accurately as they were told to me. I'll let you the reader, decide for yourself which are, and which aren't. And hope that you will find this story as entertaining as I found the woman to be who this story is based on. And if you haven't read "The Ya Ya Dildohood", I would encourage you to do so prior to reading this story. Either way, I hope you enjoy it.

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Maggie

By: Thesandman

She was born Elizabeth Margaret Manchester. She'd never known her mother as her mother had died during childbirth. Her father, Edward Manchester became both Father and Mother to her. English immigrants, her grandparents had come over from England at the turn of the century, along with their son Edward, who would one day become her father.

Named after both her mother, and her grandmother, her father had nicknamed her "Maggie". The same name he had affectionately called his wife for so many wonderful, yet short-lived years spent together.

Edward had no formal education, no formal training of any sort. But he was good with his hands, having an intelligent mind that could think through any problem, solving it. As such, he wandered the country hiring out as a handyman, taking Maggie with him of course wherever they traveled. Often, he did odd jobs simply for room and board, along with enough to eat to barely sustain the two of them.

Once the work he'd been commissioned to do was completed, they'd find themselves off on the road again in search of employment, another place to stay, as well as another meal to fill their bellies. Occasionally Edward would get lucky and find someone who had enough for him to do to keep him employed for a couple of weeks or more. It was during one of these rare periods that his daughter now barely eighteen had witnessed which would be for her, her first sexual encounter, something she would remember for the rest of her life.

Edward had been very careful about protecting his daughter, especially around any young men or boys who might have other intentions. He would often move on, rather than taking a job no matter how promising it might be, if there were young men hanging around who might take an interest in Maggie. At eighteen, Maggie was a very naïve, but with the onset of the depression, Edward was finding it more and more difficult finding jobs. As such, he knew he was taking a big risk as far as Maggie's innocence was concerned. Hesitant when he finally found work, because of the young woman he met who was only slightly older than Maggie, and who appeared a little too loose in her mannerisms than he would have preferred, he nevertheless took the job offered as they were scraping the bottom of their financial barrel.

As was often the case, they'd been given a place in the barn. It was warm, dry, providing them plenty of comfort as well as a place to sleep. Maggie's father had already risen, going out very early that morning with Mr. Brown who owned and ran the particular farm they were staying at. Her "father" as she affectionately called him was out mending fences and would no doubt be away all day. Maggie had already finished the chores she'd been instructed to help out with, returning to the barn in order to finish reading a book she'd recently been given by her father on her previous birthday. She'd found a secluded little spot up in the hayloft where she could read, dream and fantasize about far away places without being disturbed. It was the sound of a woman's hushed laughter that alerted her to remain quiet however as she peered down from her place of concealment into the area below her.

"Shhh. Hurry. We don't have much time," the young woman said giggling. Maggie saw the young girl recognizing her almost immediately. Kathryn as she'd been introduced two days prior when her father had found work. Kathryn as Maggie had learned was already eighteen, engaged to be married from what she'd discovered earlier. But it certainly wasn't to the man she saw Kathryn standing there with now. She'd met him too. No, this was one of the other hired hands that lived and worked the fields that she was with. Maggie watched as they both hurriedly began undressing themselves as well as one another.

From her vantage point she watched as the hired hand leaned over to cup and attempt to kiss one of Kathryn's beautifully pink-tipped breasts.

"I told you, we don't have time for that," she cautioned him a bit worriedly. "You're supposed to be on your way to help father. And I'm supposed to be gathering eggs. So, if you want to fuck me, you'd best get on with it before we run out of time!"

Maggie watched as Kathryn hiked up the dress she had on, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything beneath it. A fact she found both appalling as well as strangely exciting as she came to think upon it later. More importantly, she wondered about two things. What had the word "fuck," meant? She'd never ever heard that particular word used before for one thing. And for the other, what were they doing?

To say that Maggie was naive in the ways of the world was an understatement. Her father had always been reserved, over protective, as she'd later come to think on it. Even when she had come upon her 'curses' as women called them, her father had taken her to a local town doctor to have him explain that particular malady to her. Something of which she had felt embarrassed about for days afterwards, especially as she would often force her father to stop in his travels so that she could take care of this most unwelcome, but very necessary problem. But Maggie was even more innocent when it came to anything of a sexual nature. She knew where babies came from, that much she had actually guessed. But as for the mechanics as to how they got there, she was clueless. It was an almost magical occurrence as far as she was concerned. Married people simply had babies. Which was the extent of her understanding regarding that particular subject.

"Come on! Aren't you hard enough yet?" she heard Kathryn ask. Maggie watched as Kathryn positioned herself directly below her in one of the unused, freshly cleaned stables. Hiking up her skirts, she saw a thick black patch of hair between Kathryn's legs, not all that dissimilar from her own. But what immediately caught her attention, nearly taking her breath away as well as almost causing her to gasp out in surprise, was the sudden appearance of the young man's fleshy bare ass as he pulled his pants down hovering over Kathryn were he stood.

"You mean this?" Maggie heard him say, but unable to see what the "this" was he was referring to.

"Yeah, that!" Kathryn had responded almost dreamily beckoning towards him with her hands, imploring him to join her.

"Not until you say it," he demanded teasingly. "Come on, you want it. Say it!"

"You're horrible Phillip. You're a horrible, horrible man to make a woman say such things. To have her speak such naughty despicable words!" The tone Maggie heard Kathryn using however was anything but shock, anger or even repulsion. It was if anything, unbridled excitement!

"What is going on?" she wondered again to herself, beginning to feel the first signs of some sort of tingling taking place between her legs. Something she had felt a few brief times before, but had always feared it to be the beginnings of her monthly curses.

"Well?" Phillip asked once again. "You're the one who's in a hurry," he reminded her.

"Cock, prick, penis!" Kathryn said spitting the words at him, though once again not in horror or anger, but with an amused, almost affectionate tone of voice.

Maggie was confused, curious. She'd heard the word "Cock" before of course, a name describing a male rooster. And "Prick" certainly. She'd used that particular word herself whenever she had pricked, or poked at something. And embarrassedly, she knew what a penis was too. She'd once asked her father what his 'thing' was when she'd seen him off standing by the side of the road relieving himself. She'd seen babies' penises of course, but had never thought to ask about what that particular appendage was. Only upon seeing her father's had she thought to actually wonder about it. And he had told her simply it was a "penis" that and nothing more. "Men had them, women didn't." Simple enough an explanation for her perhaps. Then. Now, hearing the three distinct words being used together to describe what Kathryn was obviously looking at took on a whole new meaning for her.

"Now, are you going to fuck me or not?" Kathryn asked him once again, using that same word she'd used earlier.

"Fuck?" What did it mean? Maggie wondered silently. Even saying it silently to herself gave her an odd sense, something secretive, something curiously wicked. Whatever "fuck" meant, it had something to do with whatever Phillip and Kathryn were preparing to do.

Maggie watched as Phillip finally lowered himself over Kathryn. Watched as Kathryn spread both of her bare legs to either side of him so that he was positioned directly between them. A moment later they began moving together. A moment after that Kathryn began moaning, pleasurably for some reason. Whatever it was that Phillip was doing to her, it felt good. Even more inexplicably, Maggie felt a trickle of moisture gather between her legs, momentary panic settling in as she quickly checked herself, worried that her curses had taken this particular moment to start, relieved when she found they hadn't. Even so, she became rather 'wet' as she continued to lie there listening to the two of them below her, wondering...wondering what it was they were doing? But even more importantly, why were the two of them enjoying it so much as evidenced by Kathryn's deep groans of obvious pleasure.

The sounds of their coupling, though Maggie still had no real idea what it was she was seeing, let alone listening to, had heightened her own awareness that something interesting was taking place below her. Something that obviously felt good, and brought a significant amount of pleasure to both of them. Kathryn continued to moan, groan, thrashing herself almost violently beneath Phillip. He in turn began bumping against Kathryn faster and faster until she screamed, followed a moment later by his equally deep-throated grunt.

As time was short obviously, Kathryn made Phillip get up from her. When he did, Maggie saw his semi-rigid "penis" as he stood, turning towards the side as she glanced down between the slats in the upper loft above them. Phillip's penis was easily twice the size her father's had been when she had seen his. And she now knew without any doubt as to what he'd been using it for. The thought of a man somehow putting something like that inside of her seemed foreign, yet at the same time, wickedly wonderful as she relived the lusty naughty sounds that the two of them had been making together.

Looking down at Kathryn, she now saw something else too. Several white slimy trails seemed to be coating the course black mat and belly of Kathryn's womanhood.

"It's a good thing you didn't squirt inside me," she told him. "I'm too far from my courses yet to let you do that," she added. "And I don't desire to find myself with a child quite yet either! Though that idiot I'm engaged to would certainly love thinking it was his," she added thoughtfully.

Maggie had to stifle a loud gasp, balling her fist against her mouth as realization dawned on her like a tidal wave. So much made sense to her now, within the blink of an eye. Something she would have never dared to ask her father about certainly, nor would he have in all likelihood even answered her had she asked.

"Except with his belt perhaps," Maggie mused once again looking down through the slats in the flooring.

Phillip helped her to stand. Maggie watched as Kathryn straightened her skirts while Phillip helped her to remove bits of straw that had clung to her, including her hair. "Now...you'd best get a move on and go find Daddy and that other man he hired. They're probably wondering where you are already," she told him. "By the way. Have you seen Maggie today? Mother told me to find her and send her into her if I did. So keep an eye out for her would you? Hell, she's probably out frigging herself someplace, foolish girl."

"Well, if she is off frigging herself someplace, you'd best hope I'm not the one to be finding her, or I might want to be fucking her as well," he'd said teasingly.

This time Kathryn's look was menacing, every bit as much as the tone of voice that she now used. "I ever catch you so much as looking at that girl, I'll tear your fucking eyes out with my own hands!" she warned him seriously.

To Maggie's relief, the two of them left a few moments later. Feeling the moisture, which had continued to flow, continuing to pool between her legs, Maggie reached down wanting to ensure that nothing else was happening. Though she didn't do it often, if hardly ever at all, she placed her finger between her legs, drawing it up to look for any telltale signs. When she did however, she experienced something she had never felt before. An entirely new and different sensation. It felt good, really good. But before she could further explore what it was she'd just discovered, she heard the sound of Mrs. Brown calling out for her. Scrambling down from her place of concealment, she quickly ran around the other side of the barn so that neither Phillip nor Kathryn might expect where it was that she had been hiding. Luckily, neither of them did. Unluckily, Mrs. Brown needed the pigs fed.

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It was well after sunset, long after dinner had been eaten with everything cleaned and cleared away, which Maggie had helped with of course. She had made up her bed, unfolding the blankets she'd been given along with a pillow for her head. Her father had settled into the vacant stall next to hers, the very one that she had seen Phillip and Kathryn "fucking" in earlier, she thought.

"Father?" she had asked tentatively, her curiosity getting the better of her reasoning.

"Yes Maggie?" he'd answered her a moment later, hearing him as he laid out his own blankets in preparation for sleep.

"What does the word 'fuck' mean?" she asked innocently.

Maggie was stunned, shocked, surprised to put it mildly when her father suddenly appeared in the opening of her stall, belt in hand with the most fearsome look upon his face she'd ever seen before.

"Don't ever...ever say that word again! Do you hear me?" he demanded in a voice she had never heard her father use before.

Maggie looked at him numbly, frightened now as he moved towards her folding the belt over once as he did.

"Turn over, onto your belly!" he demanded of her. Maggie remembered only being spanked once by her father, and then, only with his hand. He had threatened her with his belt but had never used it. Doing so only as a warning to her to behave and never talk back to him again. Which she hadn't. Seeing the belt this time however, she hoped for a warning, but knew in her heart as he had told her to roll over, that this time it wouldn't be.

"Thwap!" The first sting to her ass came as a shock to her. The thin material of her nightgown and underwear giving little or no protection from the stinging edge of the leather as it came down hard upon her sensitive flesh. Maggie expected another, hearing only the sound of her father's exasperation and the sound of the belt being thrown off to the side of the stall angrily.

"Let that be a reminder to you. Do NOT speak such filth in my presence ever again!" her father screamed at her. But Maggie could also tell by the tone of his voice, that he was confused, frustrated perhaps. Just as angry with himself as he was at her as he turned and walked away back towards his stall. Seconds later he blew out their only lantern without even saying goodnight to his daughter. Maggie curled up inside her blankets, the sting of her father's belt still fresh across the backside of her ass. In the darkness, she heard her father speak, asking in tones almost too low to hear, apologetic in a way without saying so.

"Where was it that you heard that word?" he asked her. "And don't lie to me Maggie, I will know it if you do. What did you see and hear?" he asked again a little more sternly.

Maggie had never lied to him before. She feared his anger in her lying to him every bit as much as in telling him how she had come to know this word. But she found in telling him to be the lesser of two evils. So she did.

It was the first time that Maggie ever remembered her father leaving a job early before. Especially one in which there was actual payment, let alone room, board and meals included. He had waited until sunrise to inform Mr. Brown they were leaving. Mr. Brown had attempted to convince them to stay, even offering a meager increase to his wages as her father had proven himself to be reliable and hard working. To her surprise, her father declined, accepting payment meager as it was for the work he had done, opting instead to leave, saying nothing more than he had a promise to keep, and needed to be on the road, immediately.

She had walked by her father's side for several hours in silence. The single red welt upon her ass a reminder of her father's anger with her. But a curious question mark too, for why had he stopped after only one?

"I'm sorry," he said simply after a time. Maggie remained silent. She wasn't exactly angry with him, merely confused. Obviously there was much she didn't understand, much that she wished to understand better. Especially about herself, about the feeling she had experienced between her legs by the touch of her own finger. Not to mention why "fucking" seemed to be so pleasurable. And if indeed it was, why then was it something her father would consider so wrong?

"You're almost a woman grown," he said a moment later. "I realized that back there in the barn. I've put off doing what I've known all along would eventually need to be done. There's much you need to know," he stated turning to look at her, his face aflame with embarrassment. "But those are things I cannot explain or tell you about," he added quickly. "You need to live someplace where you can be schooled too. Not out wandering the countryside with me. I know such a place, I know a woman who will take you in as though you were her own," he told her with a measure of finality.

"But father! I don't want to live someplace without you!" Maggie began to cry. He had said nothing more to her about it as they walked along in silence; only the gentle comfort of his strong arm around her shoulder told her that he was no longer angry or mad at her. But she also knew that once his mind was made up about something, there was no changing it. With fear and dread burning deeply within her soul, Maggie walked beside him towards the beginning of a new life.

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Several days later Maggie and her father had managed to hitchhike half way across Texas. They arrived at a small town still several miles away from San Antonio. It was here that Maggie's father introduced her to a woman he had known. Though how he had gotten to know her so well, or obviously so intimately was a mystery to her. He'd never mentioned the woman to her before.

"May? I'd like to introduce you to my daughter," he'd said. "This is Maggie."

May was an exceptionally attractive woman for as old as she obviously was. Maggie found it odd that she was single, never having been married for as attractive as she was especially at her age. And though she didn't exactly live alone as she ran a boarding house, thus having plenty of guests most of the time, Maggie found the woman to be warm and friendly towards her. Especially upon learning that she was Edward's daughter.

"How long has it been Ed?" May had asked almost affectionately. Perhaps a little too affectionately it seemed in fact to Maggie when they had arrived. She'd also noticed a warning look seemingly pass from her father to May as they stood out on the porch together. May had seemed to pick up on the look, quickly inviting them both in without pressing the question further. "Why don't you let me get the two of you something to eat and drink?" she asked.

"I think Maggie would like that," her father had said with a relieved tone of voice that Maggie immediately picked up on. "And then maybe you and I can go back outside onto the porch and chat for a moment or two," he'd indicated with another knowing look cast in Mays direction.

May had taken the hint; fixed Maggie a sandwich along with some fruit, cheese and a nice cold glass of milk before pouring herself and Maggie's father an iced tea. "May and I have some business to discuss," he'd told her. "You sit in here, enjoy your lunch while we talk." Edward had let her know in no uncertain terms that they weren't to be disturbed.

Later that evening her father let her in on what he'd been talking to May about. Maggie learned that she was to live here with her, helping out with the boarders she took in, attending one of the nearby schools during the day in order to further her neglected education. He told her how he would be gone for long periods of time while he sought employment, doing what he did best, traveling around trying to make ends meet and save a little money up for the two of them. Times had been hard; there had been the depression. And now it seemed, war was coming. It was the talk on everyone's mind these days.

Her father had stayed on for three days before leaving bright and early one morning as he'd indicated he would do. It was the last time Maggie would ever see her father again. She heard weeks later he had been killed in an accident crushed by a bailing machine on a farm he'd been working at shortly after his arrival. Worse, the news didn't even reach her for several weeks, as no one knew for sure where his daughter even was or lived. If May hadn't noticed a small tiny article in an old newspaper about her father's death, she might not have ever known. And so it was, May became her best friend, confidant and mentor.

Maggie had turned nineteen, having lived with May now ever since her fathers death. Together she helped May run the boarding house. Business was booming as they lived fairly close to the train station. As late, things had been pretty hectic. People seemed to be constantly coming and going, which was especially odd for this time of year with winter approaching. It was November 1941 and was proving to be one of the coldest winters on record, especially for San Antonio.

Maggie had been sitting inside with May one evening when she finally worked up the courage to ask her how it was that May knew her father. May smiled, gave Maggie a sorrowed look, setting down her needlework that she'd been working on as she did nearly every night after the sun went down.

"Do you really want to know?" she'd asked.

"Yes. Yes I would. And please...tell me everything, I need to know."

May's smile was reassuring, though sorrowful at the same time. "I met your father a long time ago," she began. "Probably around your age he was, just having entered the army. That was during the BIG war of course, and he was anxious to go over seas and fight for his country. Thankfully the war ended before he was ever shipped over."

"So how did you meet him?" Maggie asked interrupting her, curious more than ever. May laughed, almost blushing as she sat back closing her eyes, remembering.

"Back then, I didn't run a house, I worked in one."

"You mean a boarding house? Like this one?" Maggie asked.

"No, a different kind of house Maggie. You see, I was a prostitute at the time, or a lady of the evening as I preferred to call myself," she added.

Maggie was shocked. Not so much that May had admitted to being one of "those" kinds of women. But shocked that her father had actually, knowingly gone to her. Even if it was before he'd met and married her mother.

"You mean to tell me that father...and you?"

May smiled. "No, he didn't know it at the time. Back then we working girls didn't actually live at our place of employment. I lived at the same place your father was staying at. Another boarding house not much different than the one I'm running now. We used to go out in the evenings for long walks whenever I wasn't working. And as strange as it may seem, I decided to never tell him what it was I actually did for a living. One evening, we ended back at the house. The old lady who ran the place had left for a few days to attend her sister's funeral. It just so happened that your father and I were the only two people staying, and living there at the time. So it was, we spent the night together. I took his virginity. He of course immediately proposed marriage afterwards. And it was then that I felt like I had to tell him the truth about myself. Which I did. Your father left the following morning. I didn't hear from him again for nearly three years. Then one day, he came through town. I was still a working girl, but I had been trying to save up enough money to get out of the business and buy my own place, a boarding house. He had come back for me. But not in the way I had hoped he would, nor even in the way I had expected. He came through long enough to tell me two things. One, that he'd never forgotten me, and because of that, he'd managed to save up enough money to give to me so that I could buy that boarding house, get out of the life I'd been living."

"And two?" Maggie asked.

"And two, that he had gotten married, and his wife was pregnant. He had no desire to do anything with me, nor did he expect for me to ever pay him back for what he had done for me. But one thing he did ask, which I promised him I would do. And that was, if for any reason he needed a favor from me in return, he would consider that as payment in full for what he had given me. A new life."

Maggie sat back digesting everything that May had told her about her father. She realized then and there that there was so much she didn't know about him or about herself for that matter.

"Am I that favor?" Maggie asked her. Once again May gave her a knowing smile.

"But one in which I accept gladly," she told Maggie. "You see, I found out early on that I would never be able to bare children of my own. It was one of the reasons I never married. Not many men wanted a wife who was barren for one thing. And for the other, no man wanted a woman who had once lived the sort of life that I had either."

"What was it like?" Maggie asked cautiously. "What I mean is...what is it like being with a man anyway?" Now it was May's turn to look surprised.

"How old are you?" she asked again.

Maggie blushed. "Nineteen, remember?"

"Yes, I know. I just wanted to know if you knew how old you were. Most women your age are already married by now." May's comment wasn't meant to be stinging, but Maggie heard the implication. She really was way too innocent. "So you mean to tell me, you've never ever been with a man?"

"No! Never!" Maggie exclaimed almost indignantly. Just as quickly blushing as she remembered that day not so long ago when she had witnessed Kathryn and Phillip "fucking" in the barn below her.

Long into the night they spoke. Maggie asked, May answered. Maggie's eyes grew wide as she learned about womanhood, femininity. And more importantly, the pleasures that a man and a woman could enjoy and experience with one another. One thing May did that her father could never do, was answer her personal intimate questions. Perhaps it was one reason why after that episode in the barn her father had decided to bring her here. To find out from an expert. Someone who knew, and who wouldn't feel squeamish or shy about answering her questions. All of them. And as Maggie found out, she had a lot of questions to ask.

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Maggie soon settled in to her new life. Business was brisk. For the first time in recent memory according to May, it was the first time in a long time that the boarding house was filled. With the threat of war on every radio, every newspaper, enlistments were up. Young men everywhere were either joining the services or thinking about it. As they did, job openings became available. Men from nearly everywhere were coming to town looking for work now that the great depression seemed to finally be over with. As such, Maggie was busy all day long from dawn to dusk. Cleaning rooms, helping with the three guaranteed meals for their guests, Maggie had little if any time for herself any more.

"Maggie?" May had asked her while ironing sheets and bedding one evening just before retiring.

"Yes?"

"We need to go upstairs and make up the bed for our new boarder," she'd told her. "You know, Mr. Peterson. Anyway, I didn't have any fresh linen at the time. Would you mind running these up and making the bed before he starts complaining?" she'd asked.

"Yes May," Maggie said gathering up the freshly laundered, ironed sheets. By the time she had reached his room, he was on his way down to "inquire" about his bedding as he'd told her in the hallway. Maggie had apologized profusely, indicating to him in the hall that she was on her way up when she had stumbled into him. He hadn't scolded her really, in fact, seemed rather polite given the late hour and all. Maggie quickly scurried to his room and began making the bed, hearing him having entered behind her, closing the door as he did.

"You really are a rather beautiful young woman," he had told her. Continuing to make his bed, Maggie didn't turn to face him. She felt her face flush with the compliment, and didn't want him to see her reddened features.

"Thank you," she said simply. "That's very kind of you to say sir. But I am not what they call a 'pretty one'," she stated honestly.

"Ah...but you are!" he assured her with a great deal of confidence. "Do you not see what you have aroused in me?" For the first time, Maggie turned to face him. And when she did, she nearly fainted.

"Mr. Peterson!" Maggie exclaimed in surprise. "Your, your..."

"Say it!" he demanded from her grinning lustily. "Say it girl! You know what it is!"

It was like déjà vu. Almost trance-like Maggie remembered hearing the words. "Cock, prick, penis."

Maggie stood mesmerized as she saw Mr. Peterson stroking his very hard very erect penis, which he had produced from inside his pants. Maybe she should have run from the room informing May of what he was doing. But she also remembered May telling her that Mr. Peterson had paid full price for the room, and not only that, he had paid ahead for the entire month. May was grateful for his business, as she had really needed the money.

"Well?" he'd asked once again as she stood there staring at him.

"Cock. Prick. Penis," she said in an almost hypnotic monotone.

"Ah. So you do know the words," he'd said lustily. "Do you also know the feel of one? Are you familiar with the pleasures?"

Maggie shook her head, clearing her senses, realizing where all of this was surely leading. "No. I am not!" she stated firmly, turning back around to finish making the bed. "And if you'd please kind sir, put away your...your..."

"My Cock? My Prick? My Penis?"

Maggie closed her eyes trying to force out the vision of his turgid member as he'd stood there stroking it so brazenly in front of her. The familiar feel of moisture began to gather between her legs, reminding her as vulgarly repulsive as this was, that it was also a tiny bit exciting for her as well.

"Please..." Maggie moaned softly. "I am still as yet a virgin and do not have knowledge of such things," she found herself admitting to him.

"You? Are...are, a virgin?" he said, a soft laugh accompanying the question.

"Yes sir, I am sir!" she said once again turning around to face him. Maggie had half hoped he had indeed put his erection away back inside his pants. But he had not. He was however no longer stroking it, allowing it to merely stand there stiffly pointing at her as though an accusing finger at her secret wantonness.

"I can't very well put it away like this now. Can I?" he questioned. "I must wait for it to go down," he said somewhat casually. Maggie made an effort to brush by him, but he moved over closer to the door standing in front of it. "Of course, if you were to help me with it, it would go down sooner."

"I will tell May that you have so improperly detained me," Maggie warned him finally. Knowing full well that if she were to upset him, he might very well ask for his money back, leaving. Thus hurting her friend and surrogate mother in the process.

Mr. Peterson studied her for a moment, weighing her threat. "Tell you what, how about a tiny little compromise?"

"A compromise?" Maggie ventured. Obviously her threat wasn't being taken too seriously. And she already knew she wouldn't go running off to May about it either, though she did vow to stay away from him as much as possible in the future. Never again allowing herself to be cornered like this. "What would you have me do?" she asked.

Mr. Peterson smiled victoriously, "Rub it for me, until I climax," he told her.

"Rub it? How? I've never done it before," Maggie said honestly, surprised that she would even consider such a thing.

Once again he began stroking his penis. "Just the way I'm doing now," he informed her. "Do you think you can do that? See? It's not all that difficult. And it feels so much better when someone else does it for you," he added.

Tentatively Maggie reached over replacing his hand with hers. She was surprised at the heat of it, which seemed to be coming through the flesh as she stood there holding him. She tried not to look, but found herself unable to do that, looking directly at his large swollen member as she continued to fondle him, feeling the bulbous head of his blood engorged penis.

"Hmm, yes. That feels nice," he murmured softly to her, almost whispering. "I like the feel of your hand upon me."

"Really?" Maggie asked somewhat surprised. She was a novice at this after all. Having never actually held a man's cock, prick, penis before.

"Yes, really. Now. Start pumping it a little more quickly for me. It will make it feel all the better, as well as making it soon spew all the faster." Maggie began doing as he'd asked her, keeping her eyes glued firmly to the red swollen prick she held in her tiny soft hand. Before she had even realized it, he had reached over cupping one of her firm breasts within his hand, beginning to knead it, caressing it gently. Maggie quit jacking him, stepping away.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"I'm sorry. I simply couldn't help myself. You have very lovely looking breasts. I thought perhaps..."

"Well you thought wrong!" Maggie told him. "Just because I've agreed to rub you off doesn't mean you have any right to touch me!" His amused smile dulled her own anger as she thought about how silly, how stupid that had actually sounded. She laughed. Surprising herself. Seeing the same grin spreading across his face.

"Very well. I promise I won't touch you again unless you should invite me to do so." Looking down at his neglected member, he raised an eyebrow at her without commenting further.

"What should I do with your spendings?" she asked gripping his prick once again.

Reaching up into his jacket pocket, he produced a handkerchief. "Here. Use this when it is time. I will tell you just before I spend. You may wrap it around my shaft just before I climax."

Maggie dutifully continued pumping his prick, covering it with the hanky when he told her that he was close. As she pumped him into the material, she saw it slicken with his juices, looking up Maggie saw the expression of pleasure upon his face as he smiled in ecstasy as her hand finished bringing him his orgasm. When he was done, she removed the hanky handing it back to him. As she did, he reached into his pocket withdrawing a shiny silver dollar.

"Here, this is for you."

"Don't take it Maggie!" May said coming into the room. "Or you'll be no different than I was so many years ago."

"May! I'm sorry! I, I...didn't know what else I should do?" Maggie stammered out with a great deal of embarrassment and shame.

May ignored her momentarily, turning to face Mr. Peterson, or Jack as she informally addressed him now. "Jack. Maggie may not actually be my own flesh and blood. But in the future, you will treat her as such. We both know why you're really here. And unless you wish to forfeit that particular little pleasure, you will never again accost Maggie under any circumstances. Now then, do we understand one another?"

Where Maggie stood, she caught a sly almost devilish little smile as the corners of Jack's lips curled almost imperceptibly. "Yes May...I do understand. But understand me as well. I also expect for you to live up to your end of the bargain too!"

Moving towards May, Jack boldly reached up, deftly beginning to undo the ties on her bodice unlacing them as she stood there. "Maggie? Perhaps you'd best leave now," May told her. Maggie nearly did just that, surprised as she took one step, then stopped turning back around to face her new best friend and mentor.

"May? I told you of my curiosities, my lack of experience and knowledge in such things. Unless you're dead set against my being here, I really would like to see what all the fuss is about first hand." Now it was May's turn to actually look surprised at Maggie's newfound boldness.

Even as Jack continued unlacing May's dress, she stood there studying Maggie's reaction, weighing the possibilities. "I was hardly more than your age when I gave up my precious virginity. I remember thinking that I had wished to have known more about what was happening to me than I did." May paused, considering her thoughts further before continuing. "I've not exactly performed for an audience before Maggie, but under the circumstances, if you wish it...you may stay." May immediately turned towards Jack. "Her presence here does not invite you however to include her in our coupling," she told him sternly. "Maggie is free to observe, even ask questions if she chooses to do so. But she is not here to satisfy any of your male fantasies."

Jack finished unlacing May's top, reaching in as he did to cup one of her firm supple breasts. "If it is her desire to join us at some point, would you not agree it would be her right to chose to do so?" He questioned, kneading her breast softly, toying with her aroused nipple. The catch in May's voice was clear.

"I...guess if it is by her choice, but not yours!" she said regaining control. Once again she turned towards Maggie. "Don't feel as though you need to do anything you're not comfortable in doing Maggie. Whatever that may be. And if you decide to leave at any time, do not think that I nor Jack here will think anything less of you for doing it."

Jack released May's breast stepping back towards the bed. Keeping his eye on Maggie, he began undressing himself, as did May. Maggie felt her face begin to color, determined however not to allow Jack to get the best of her as he continued to remove his clothing. Obviously his intention was to see just how far he could go in embarrassing her perhaps, though she felt by the look and expression on his face he was far more interested in seeing just how aroused she was actually willing to become. More determined now than ever, Maggie steeled herself against the onslaught of his gaze as he finally lowered his trousers removing his briefs, exposing his reawakened member. He brazenly smiled at her as once again his erection even more fully revealed to her, stood stiff, proudly poking from his groin.

Maggie had never seen a fully naked man before, especially a fully aroused one. Feeling the familiar tingling of moisture between her legs, she allowed herself the equally brazen, bold approach of staring at him rather than averting her eyes as she felt almost compelled to do. She noticed as she did, that his lines were hard and muscular. For a man of wealth and luxury, "soft" as her father once called men of such riches, he was hardly that. Surprisingly, Jack was lean where a man should be, amazingly muscular where it was expected a man should be as well. By now May had removed all of her clothing, taking the time to neatly fold them, placing them down on a nearby chair as opposed to the hap-hazard discarding of clothing that Jack had more lazily accomplished as he'd disrobed.

Maggie allowed herself a moment of appreciating the differences between them. As aroused as she found herself at actually seeing a naked man for the first time, she was equally pleased to note the softer, more voluptuousness of May's body as it was revealed to her. Though several years older than she was, Maggie found herself almost in awe of May's near perfectly sculptured breasts. Nearly identical in size, there was a sensual maturity in the way they lay suspended against May's chest that gave each a more lusty, sultry look to them as opposed to her own slightly more perky uplifted shape of youth. She found herself wondering, hoping actually that in time, hers would appear more like May's breasts did than the way hers appeared now. Even her slightly lighter areola's, seemed more sensual, more alluring than hers did. And Maggie found herself feeling self conscious about the way she looked.

With a grace born of experience and knowledge May moved fluidly towards the bed, placing herself upon it with out embarrassment or anxiety. Certainly without any fear or apprehension of any kind.

Even more amazingly to her perhaps, Jack didn't pounce upon May as she half expected him to do. With a surprising gentleness he positioned himself upon the bed at her side rather than immediately crawling up between May's vulnerably exposed thighs. Tenderly he embraced May's right breast, sucking the nipple carefully, softly as he teased it with both lips and tongue while Maggie stood there watching him do so.

"Come. Sit here upon the bed next to me," May said patting a spot on the bed indicating where she should sit. "You will be far more comfortable rather than standing the entire time, and...you will have a much better place to observe things if you are here beside me," she added.

It was to both May's as well as Jack's astonished looks however that Maggie first removed her outer dress, revealing her undergarments. And though she made no further effort to remove those, just in the removal of what she had taken off brought a brief smile to not only Jack's face, but to May's expression too.

"I will be more comfortable dressed like this," Maggie offered by way of explanation as she sat upon the down filled mattress. Jack immediately returned to his explorations of May's breasts, now cupping and kneading them both with his hands while alternating between them, licking and teasing May's nipples to an even greater firmness.

Maggie had never felt the touch of anyone's mouth upon her own breasts of course, curious as to what pleasures and enjoyments May could possibly be experiencing from such an activity. Yet, it was obvious by the look of rapture upon her face that she was. Trying to emulate the sensation perhaps, Maggie quickly reached around undoing the clasp from her own bra, discarding it as carelessly as had Jack when he'd disrobed earlier. Watching as Jack lightly tickled May's hard twin nubbin's of flesh, Maggie wet the tip of one finger with her mouth, placed it upon her own stiff eraser-sized nipple, encircling it as she imagined the sensation of Jack's tongue would be doing to it instead. Maggie had never before actively sought to further arouse herself in this way. Yes, she had touched her breasts before but never purposely attempting to stimulate herself as she was doing now. It felt good in a way. But it was obviously far short of the pleasure May was experiencing by the look on her face.

"Is it truly so different?" Maggie asked wondering. May opened her eyes glancing at Maggie as she continued to finger-fondle her own nipples in imitation to the way Jack's tongue continued to encircle, stab and flick at May's breasts. Seeing that Maggie's breasts were now bare, mere inches away from her face, she spoke to her.

"Come, bring yourself closer to me and I will show you," May said breathlessly.

Maggie struggled briefly with a myriad of emotions. Sitting there almost abstractedly witnessing a very intimate moment between Jack and May had gotten her admittedly aroused as well as curious. "Curious enough?" she wondered. May was after all the closest thing she had to a sister, mother and friend. But could she subject herself to an even greater level of intimacy? With another woman? It was as though time had stood still as the onrush of thought swamped her reasoning. Even as she considered it however, she watched as though going through an out of body experience, finding herself leaning over towards May who patiently waited to see what Maggie would in fact do.

Looking down at herself, Maggie saw May's full lips begin to pucker in anticipation as she leaned forward, unaware as she did that she had cupped her right breast within her own hand, holding it in offering. To which, May accepted it delicately, her warm rich lips encircling the maddened sensitive nubbin of flesh.

"Oh my!" Maggie exclaimed the moment she felt May's lips pull on it. In addition to that initial sensation of sweet teasing gentleness, Maggie felt what seemed like a surge of electrical current streaking through her body in a millisecond, manifesting itself in another, even greater feeling between her legs. "Good heavens!" she added a second later.

"You like that huh?" May asked.

"Oh. Yes!" Maggie exclaimed eyes wide open in total and complete wonder as May continued tonguing her extended tit. "I never realized..."

"Not quite the same is it?" May stated, Maggie's nipple still softly, lightly held between her lips as she spoke.

"As...as what?" Maggie questioned back, her mind having become slightly disoriented as she succumbed to the unbelievable pleasure she was experiencing.

"Licking it yourself silly." Maggie's eyes opened even wider as she looked down into May's.

"I've never done that," she replied honestly watching as May once again encircled her tit, nipping it gently.

"Never? You've never even thought about doing that to yourself?"

"No, why would I?" she questioned back just as innocently and truthfully. May laughed.

"You really do have a lot to discover don't you?" It was a rhetorical question but Maggie nodded her head in the affirmative once again feeling a second surge of pleasured ecstasy sting the nodule of nerves quivering between her rapidly moistening split.

"May?"

"Yes Maggie."

"Why am I feeling what you're doing...down there," she asked. "I mean, I'm feeling it there too, you know? My nipples... But I'm also feeling it, well you know, inside myself."

"You mean you're enjoying the way it makes your clitoris feel?" May asked.

"My what?"

May actually pushed Jack up placing herself in a sitting position. She was looking at her with astonishment. "Do you not know what a clitoris is?" Even Jack was looking at her with amusements clearly etched in his face.

"No. Should I?" Jack laughed unable to keep himself from doing so.

"It's not funny Jack," May said pushing him completely away from herself now. He quit laughing, but his smile was even broader than before.

Positioned as she was, May allowed her legs to open widely, obscenely. Maggie was surprised at her display, showing herself so revealingly as she did with Jack watching it all with abject amusement. "Come here Maggie. Look at me." Maggie looked, allowing her gaze to be directed to where May was obviously indicating. She had reached down, spreading herself a part with her own hands which in turn caused Maggie to flush profusely as she realized in that moment not only what it was she was doing, but what it was that May was wanting her to more closely look at. "Trust me Maggie. You need to learn more about yourself. Let me show you what I mean."

Maggie scooted a little closer on the bed until she had a fairly unobstructed view of what May was indeed trying to show her, exposing for her as she purposely dug her fingers into her outer lips, parting them, revealing the tiny soft looking pearl of glistening flesh that stood at the apex of her hair-lined furrow.

"That's a...a clitoris?" Maggie asked, her voice quivering.

"Yes Maggie. Such a tiny thing that is so very capable of causing a woman to experience so much pleasure."

"Pleasure? How?" Once again May looked at her, almost in shock this time. "Tell me Maggie...have you never?"

"Never what?"

"Experienced an orgasm, you know, that extreme delirious pleasure that sends your mind spinning, heart soaring, body convulsing?"

Maggie thought back to the tiny little pinprick of a tingle she had given herself when she had so accidentally caressed herself with her finger. "I don't know. Maybe?"

"Oh my. You never have, have you?" May exclaimed in knowing bewilderment. "Which means, you've never masturbated have you?"

It became obvious that Maggie had no knowledge of that particular word either. Her look was confused, bewildered.

"Go over to the dresser and hand me that mirror," May told her. Maggie stood up from the bed, reached the dresser and returned with the mirror, handing it to her.

"Remove your underwear," she said in as comforting a voice as possible. Even with Jack sitting there quietly watching as well as listening to all this, Maggie did as she was told to do. Only slightly embarrassed as she revealed herself entirely, especially with a man sitting there only a few feet away. Maggie stood next to the bed looking down at her friend. May swiveled herself around placing her feet down upon the floor directly in front of her. "Now, spread your legs a little Maggie."

Awkwardly she did so.

"A little wider Maggie," May gently said coaxing her. "That's better. Now, reach down with your hands spread yourself a part a little for me," she further coaxed. With trembling nervous hands, she did. May positioned the mirror slightly upwards at an angle. "Can you see?"

"Ah, yes," Maggie stated in an equally quivering voice.

"It's alright Maggie, I know you're nervous. That's ok. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. I'm here to help you. You believe that don't you?" May asked.

"Yes May."

"That's better. Now then, what do you see? Can you see yourself? Completely?" Maggie looked. Looked again. Without thinking she grasped her reddened blood engorged lips pulling them a part even wider. The same small pearly looking button of flesh stood out proudly almost winking at her.

"Is...is that it?" she wondered aloud. "My...my clit, my um, ah..."

"Clitoris. Yes Maggie. Or clit, clitty if you prefer."

"I like clitty," Jack said from the other side of the room. Maggie was momentarily distracted, quickly closing her legs together upon realizing that he was staring at her just as curiously as she was doing to herself.

"Never mind him Maggie. Listen to me. And as for you Jack, be quiet or we can finish this up alone, without your continued presence here!" she warned him. For once, Jack did exactly as he was told to do. He wasn't about to miss any of this for anything.

May had Maggie spread her legs repositioning the mirror as she did. Maggie was surprised to see May reach over at that moment and gingerly place the tip of one finger just barely inside the warmth of her folds. It was as though an electric shock had coursed through her, and she trembled. Withdrawing her finger May looked at it smiling at the slick lubrications that coated the tip. Reaching towards her again, she placed the end of her finger directly against that pink bit of flesh, lightly caressing it, using the lubrication to allow it to more smoothly glide over the surface. Maggie's knee's buckled and she nearly went down.

"Easy Maggie, easy. Here, balance yourself, hold onto my shoulder while I do this for you." Setting aside the mirror, she waited for Maggie to do as she'd asked. Maggie braced herself, one hand on either of May's shoulders. "Spread your legs just a little more for me," she instructed. And again, Maggie did so. Keeping her eyes closed, she heard as well as sensed movement as Jack came around to sit down beside May on the bed. She opened her eyes briefly to confirm that, seeing a cautionary look from May towards him as he settled down next to her. "Remember what I told you," she more whispered than spoke at him. A moment later, Maggie felt the gentle delicate touch of May's finger upon her as she once again began to caress her "Clitoris!" Maggie near screamed inside her head.

"Just allow yourself to concentrate on what I'm doing, what it feels like," May urged her. Maggie did so, feeling the exquisite slow gentle stroking of her flesh. As May continued to touch her, she felt sensations she had never known before, engulfing her. She was amazed, if not somewhat alarmed at the intensity of which she felt, how so small, so simple a tiny thing as this "clitoris", she allowed herself to outwardly moan as May's finger continued the wonderful delicate dance upon it's slippery smooth surface.

"Yes Maggie, Clitoris," she confirmed having heard her actually speak the word a moment a go. "How it is feeling?" she asked after a momentary pause. "Are you enjoying what I am doing to you?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh yes May, yes!" Maggie was surprised at her own boldness, whatever inhibitions she may have known were melting away as ice-cream having fallen from it's cone onto a hot sidewalk. Fact was, it was almost painfully ticklish. Weak-kneed, her pussy tingling like it had never done before, and feeling better at this very moment than she ever had, simply added to her overall confusion. Somewhere inside her, some inner voice kept screaming at her that she shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was. Especially at the hands of another woman! Maggie struggled with her inner self, on the verge of actually speaking out, saying something when May unexpectedly increased the incredible manipulations of her clit.

"Hmm, now then...how does that feel Maggie? Isn't that even better? I rather like it myself," she said as her finger flew rapidly back and forth across the smooth slippery flesh of her clit.

She didn't even realize what she was doing, but as she stood there, her knees threatening to buckle at any moment, her nipples aflame with a tingling that threatened to make her go mad. And a "clitoris" that was rapidly becoming the greatest invention since radio, Maggie dug her hands deeply into May's shoulders hanging on for dear life.

"That's it Maggie...feel it, feel it, feel it girl!" she continued to urge her. And then Maggie did feel it. Felt something anyway. Much like a runaway freight train heading towards her. As her heart began to palpitate wildly, every nerve ending that existed seemed to begin to short circuit. Light-headed, feeling faint, Maggie worried briefly that something was wrong. Nearly bolting from the room at that moment, she was about to do just that when a gigantic tidal wave of pleasure seized her from the inside out. As it gripped her in a fiery cosmic embrace, she felt herself succumbing to it, felt the train crashing head on in an explosion of such magnitude that she heard a scream somewhere off in the distance. Realizing as she did, that it was a woman's scream, her scream. As a thousand tiny pulsating fragments of light filled her head, spiraling her away into the night, Maggie gave herself over to the pleasure becoming the darkness that encompassed her.

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Maggie woke. Alone, naked, lying in her own bed. Tendrils of sunlight poked their fingers through the blinds of her bedroom window alerting her to the fact that it was morning. Early morning. Her mind was still foggy; she struggled with the memory of what had happened the night before. "How did I get here?" she wondered briefly. She vaguely recalled standing before May by the side of the bed. The sudden onrush of extreme satisfying pleasure, and then nothing. Only blackness. With her thoughts suddenly beginning to clear, she remembered how May had touched her. "There!" she thought reaching down between her legs, gingerly, tentatively touching the same spot that May had. At first she felt only the familiar tingling she had caused herself when she had last, almost accidentally touched herself. Determined however, Maggie continued to lightly caress herself; feeling as she did the sudden intensified sensations that she had felt May give to her the night before.

"Oh good. You're up!" May said from the doorway. "How are you feeling?" Maggie had been concentrating so hard on the delicious sensations between her legs that she hadn't even heard her bedroom door opening, or realized that May was standing there until she had spoken. With her legs spread as they were, the sheets partially raised, upon hearing the sound of May's voice Maggie immediately closed her legs together. But it was already too late; May knew by her sudden reaction what it was she'd been doing.

"Feels good doesn't it?" May smiled while saying, approaching the bed, sitting down. Maggie felt her face flush with embarrassment, evading May's question by asking one.

"What happened last night anyway?"

May began running her fingers through Maggie's long dark hair effectively smoothing a few of the tangles from her sleep. "You fainted," May said simply. "Though if I remember right, I think I did too the first time I had an orgasm."

"That's an orgasm? That's what its like? Every time?" In her excitement and enthusiasm to try and comprehend what had happened to her, she had sat up in her bed forgetting she was still naked for the moment, asking question after question from May without waiting for an answer to any of them. "What happened to me after I fainted? How'd I get back in my room anyway?"

"Whoa!" May said, finally stopping her, smiling broadly. "One question at a time here!"

"Oh. I'm sorry May, I'm still a little bit confused about everything I guess."

"That's ok honey, I know you have a lot of questions on your mind. Lets see, your first question. Yes, that was an orgasm, or at least I hope it was. Otherwise there really is something wrong with you," she said outwardly chuckling now. "It's been a very long time since I've seen anyone climax like that, but you sure did kiddo." Maggie realized in sitting up she had revealed her breasts fully to May's gaze. But under the circumstances, it seemed a little silly to worry about covering herself up now.

"Does it feel like that every time?" she asked, waiting for May to answer her this time.

"No. Not every time. But a lot of the time, yes. And as to what happened to you after you fainted, well...Jack stood up catching you just before you collapsed. Once we were both assured you had merely fainted, he carried you into your room where I then covered you leaving you to sleep."

"Oh," Maggie said simply trying to remember. "Nothing else happened?" she asked curiously.

"I assume you're asking about Jack. No, nothing else happened. Not that he didn't wish it as he told me later. Watching the two of us, watching you climax for the first time certainly had him rather amorous. Which I can honestly tell you I was the benefactor of after we returned to his room." Now Maggie saw that May was actually blushing slightly.

"Is Jack angry with me?"

May gave her a puzzled look. "Why would he be angry?"

"For showing him just how naive I really am," Maggie stated as though it made perfect sense to her.

"Oh Maggie. You truly are an innocent delight, do you know that?" May said laughing lightly. "I'm going to enjoy teaching you about pleasure," she added a moment later, much more seriously as she spoke. "Last night was your first lesson. And now, I think it would be most appropriate to give you your second." May pulled down the sheet the rest of the way, revealing Maggie's nude form entirely. To May's initial surprise, Maggie didn't respond negatively or even act as though she was embarrassed by the sudden revelation of her nakedness. If anything she appeared excitedly enthusiastic.

"Are you going to do that to me again?" she asked hopefully.

"No. But you are," May said. "But don't worry, I'll help you and teach you how."

"You will?" By way of an answer May quickly slipped in behind Maggie spreading her own legs so that Maggie could more comfortably lean back against her. As she did, May began softly caressing her breasts toying with her already aroused nipples and began to tell her exactly what it was she wanted her to do.

The sound of May's soothing voice as she described each and every sensation she was giving herself in intimate detail was incredibly exciting enough. But as her fingers explored, probed and teased her aroused "clitty" as Maggie had decided to call it, the pleasure she felt while May continued talking to her was enhanced ten fold.

After a fairly lengthy amount of time and tender instruction, Maggie began to sense the familiar sensations she'd experienced the night before just moments before the pleasure had seized her, overwhelming her senses. "I think it's going to happen again," she stated breathlessly. "I can feel it beginning to start, just like it did last time."

"Good. Keep going Maggie. Let it happen, let the sensation come to you just like it did, but don't fight it this time, simply let it happen." Seconds later, it did.

"Oh god...May!" Maggie squealed in delight as she felt the first powerful constrictions tighten inside. But unlike before, she didn't faint from the pleasure this time, riding it out until the comforting warmth of an almost soothing, cleansing sensation began to take over from the more intense one she'd just experienced. May had continued to fondle her, talking to her softly and urging her on. Now, even May's gentle caress slowed in perfect harmony with the afterglow that she found herself basking in.

Several minutes later after she had more fully recovered she turned to her asking. "May? Can we do that again? Soon?" Once again May chuckled delightedly.

"Later. Much later. Right now we have breakfast to prepare for our guests and plenty of other chores to be done as well. But. If you get everything done, and done well. Then perhaps later we'll have another lesson or two."

"Or two?" Maggie said jumping up out of bed smiling excitedly.

"Like I said. We'll see. Now you'd best hurry and get yourself dressed. We have a busy day ahead of us. A very busy day!"

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With as many guests as who were staying, Maggie found very little time for herself the entire day. Long after the guests had been fed their evening meal, May caught up with her just as she was changing the bedding in the last room.

"When you're done, and after you've had a bath, come to Jack's room." She'd said almost conspiratorially. May left before Maggie could say anything to her.

"I wonder what she has planned?" she asked herself, a small smile spreading across her face as she continued to think about it. With renewed vigor, Maggie quickly finished making the bed in preparation for a nights sleep, and then hurried down the hallway to the bathroom hoping that none of the other guests had it currently occupied. She'd only have ten minutes anyway as that was the house rule. As such, she'd begun washing herself, almost ready to rinse before there was more than a couple of inches of water in the tub.

Having dressed only in a simple nightshirt with nothing on beneath it, Maggie made her way down the hall heading towards the stairs, which led to the upper bedrooms. Passing by the parlor, Maggie noticed only one or two guests gathered around listening to the radio. Neither of them noticed her as she rounded the corner taking the stairs two at a time as quietly as it was possible for her to do. Jack's room was the furthest down the hall, conveniently just across from May's room. Hers was the master suite, and as such, the biggest bedroom in the entire boarding house. Maggie approached Jacks door, stopping and listening quietly for any sounds. Hearing nothing, she knocked anyway.

"Come!" she heard Jack call to her from inside the room. Maggie tried the knob on the door, for some reason surprised when it turned, opening. Why she had expected it to be locked she wasn't sure. Even more surprising, the room was dark except for the single soft glow of a burning candle on the nightstand. It took barely an instant for her eyes to adjust to the much dimmer lighting. When they did, she got the surprise of her life. Jack was naked, lying atop the bed. May was equally so though kneeling over him. But what she hadn't anticipated seeing, was that May had Jack's penis inside her mouth!

"Quickly. Close the door!" Jack admonished her. Suddenly aware that she had been standing half in and half out of the room, Maggie stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Maggie looked over towards May who was only then sitting back up though still holding on to Jack's very turgid erection.

"You ready for another lesson?" she asked. Maggie nodded her head yes though barely perceptible as she did. "Then come over to the bed Maggie. It's time you learned about orally pleasuring someone. After which, we'll teach you what it's like to be orally pleasured."

"Is that...is that what you were doing to Jack? With your mouth?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, it's called fellatio. Now, watch me for a few minutes, and then you try it." May stated.

"Fellation?" Maggie asked quizzically.

"No, fellatio. It's a French word, fellatus, meaning to suck, or to give oral stimulation of the penis," May instructed.

"Is there a word for, for orally pleasuring a woman?"

"She learns pretty fast doesn't she?" Jack said joining in.

"You have no idea!" May stated almost proudly. "You should have seen our young pupil here this morning!"

"May!" Maggie almost shouted blushing furiously as she recalled the intimate moment she had shared with May just that morning.

"Oh Maggie, my dear sweet innocent Maggie. Sex is not a dirty subject to speak only secretly of, with whispers and hidden meanings. It is a pleasure to be enjoyed, shared. Certainly expressed with laughter, gaiety and a desire to experience the ultimate thrills and satisfactions. I know how much you loved, and miss your father. But Maggie, listen to me. As much as I admired your father, and as much as I know that you loved him, he had a lot to learn about loving a woman, or allowing himself to be loved by a woman. I think he came to understand that Maggie. Which I believe is the main reason why he eventually brought you here to live with me."

May's words rang true. Maggie had already arrived at that same conclusion herself quite some time ago. Knowing full well what May had been at one time, her father also knew with her then recent experience, that out of all the people, Doctor's included, it was May he had taken her to meet and live with.

"Anyway, to answer your question. Yes. The oral pleasuring, stimulation if you will of a woman's vulva, is again a form of a French word. Cunnilingus. But for the moment Maggie, lets first learn and come to understand the oral pleasuring of a man first before we get ahead of ourselves. Shall we?" Again Maggie nodded her head in understanding. "Good. Now watch what I do."

May began licking, gently nibbling as well as sucking on Jack's stiff swollen prick. Maggie saw how she seemed to pay homage to it, devoting herself entirely to this unselfish act. She saw by Jack's expression that whatever it felt like, it was truly pleasurable and enjoyable to him. But even more surprisingly to her, she saw also by May's expressions that she was enjoying it almost as much as Jack was.

"Is it as enjoyable to do as to have done?" Maggie asked honestly. May smiled around the hard prick she continued sucking, stopping momentarily to turn to Maggie answering her question.

"It is...as long as you do so with your heart as well as your mind and soul," she told her. "Many would not find it to be so Maggie. And it is for those women who do not place themselves in a giving, loving frame of mind, that they truly miss the ecstasy and beauty that can be expressed, shared, by so intimate of an act. And so might I add, the reverse is also true. Jack?" May said looking up at him.

"Oh yes, yes of course," he commented. "I truly do enjoy eating pussy," he said throwing in.

"Pussy?"

"Jack, you really are incorrigible you know that? It's another term for a woman's vagina Maggie."

"Oh!" Maggie said finding the word a bit odd to describe that particular part of her body.

May saw and understood her temporary confusion. "This morning, what you did to yourself was called masturbation. Remember, we discussed that. But it's also known in a far less formal way as petting. So if you think about it Maggie, this morning, you were petting your pussy. Now then, is that an easier way to understand it?" This time Maggie laughed as she considered the obvious similarities.

"Oh yes May. I do! I do! That makes far more sense to me now."

"Good. Now then, enough verbal instruction for the moment. It's your turn to see if you can provide Jack the same physical emotional pleasure that I was giving him."

Maggie hesitated only for a moment. Truth be told, she was anxious, even excitedly aroused to learn how to do this the same way that May had been doing it. "Like this?" Maggie said drawing Jack's cock into her mouth.

"Easy!" Jack stated almost immediately. "Not quite so hard. At first anyway," he finished grinning at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Maggie said apologetically.

"That's ok, it didn't really hurt, you just took me a little by surprise is all," he said easing her concerns.

"Softly Maggie," May once again instructed. "Imagine if you will an ice cream cone. Holding it in your hand, and the way that you enjoyed licking it, tasting the flavors and pleasure that it gave to you in doing so." Maggie licked. Softly. "Yes, that's it Maggie. Much, much better."

"Oh. I'll say!" Jack added once again laying back closing his eyes. "Good god May, she really is a quick study isn't she?"

Hearing Jack's approval as well as May's compliment of her quickly learned ability, Maggie indeed found herself enjoying the sensations, taste, as well as the incredible feel of Jack's firmness as she continued to experiment with his penis.

"Oh that's it baby! That's it!" Jack stated gripping her head pressing her even more rapidly up and down on his prick as she continued mouthing, sucking it.

"Ah Jack...maybe you'd better not," May began. But it was already too late for caution. Maggie felt the warmth of his spending filling her mouth. At first she gagged, feeling as though she might drown as his emissions continued filling her throat, blocking her airway.

Seeing Maggie's momentary panic, May quickly calmed her. "Think of the ice cream Maggie, swallow it as though it were ice cream. Simply open your throat, allow the warm sweet fluid to slide down. Trust me in this child...trust me." As Maggie listened to her mentor, the panic subsided and she quickly began doing exactly as May had instructed her to. Even as Jack continued spraying the inside of her mouth with his thick creamy essence, Maggie learned how easy it really was to perform this particular aspect of orally pleasuring a man.

"Bravo Maggie! Bravo!" Jack said a few minutes later. "Why, I don't think that May could have done that any better herself!" he said admiringly. And for the first time in a very, very long time. Maggie felt truly good about herself. Glad that she had been able to please someone so wonderfully, so intimately.

"And now Maggie. I think since you have proven yourself quite capable at performing fellatio. That it is only fitting, and fair that our Jack here introduce you to the fine art of cunnilingus. Don't you agree Jack?" May said turning to face him. Jack was already grinning most wickedly.

"Oh my yes May. Indeed. I so do look forward to deflowering this delicate young creature with my tongue."

May helped Maggie to remove her simple shift, laying her back down upon the bed. And, as she had done earlier that morning, May positioned herself in such a way that Maggie was once again laying between her legs, allowing May to again have access in caressing her soft pliant breasts.

If Maggie had thought the touch of May's finger, or even her own had been wonderfully pleasurable, as Jack began to titillate her sweet nubbin of flesh, Maggie's eyes popped open in wonder and surprise at the almost too sweet intensity that began to immediately devour her. "Oh fuck!" Maggie exclaimed. "Oh god! I'm sorry! I didn't mean...."

Both May as well as Jack were laughing. "Isn't it a wonderful thing to find oneself so over come with passion and desire, that we forget ourselves in such a wonderfully uninhibited way?" May stated. "Oh fuck! Is a most beautiful way to state the obvious Maggie. Never let yourself feel it to be otherwise."

"Oh fuck then!" Maggie said once again, tensing up at the sheer pleasure that Jack began bringing to her with his fluttering tongue and wet wicked lips as he sucked in her labia, kissing them, teasing them, driving her once again to that same plateau of ecstasy that she had so enjoyed earlier last evening.

As though in a dream, Maggie could just hear voices speaking out to her, though as far away, somewhere behind her, perhaps ahead. It mattered not. The pleasure was too great as she felt herself falling, listening to the far away voices.

"I think she's fainted once again," she last heard someone saying.

Unlike the previous evening, when Maggie awoke this time she found herself lying next to May. Jack was on top of her and it was obvious they were making love.

"She's back with us," Jack stated casually.

"How was it?" May asked in a very excited breath as she did, obviously feeling the intensity of their coupling.

"Wonderful!" Maggie exclaimed rolling onto her side facing them. "Are you fucking?" she asked.

Jack bellowed out a loud roaring laugh. "Holy shit May, this girl really is something isn't she?"

"I don't think the word something is quite what I'd use to describe her at the moment. More like randy perhaps," she agreed laughing along with him though far more quietly. "And yes Maggie, he is fucking me, and quite nicely so in fact. Would you like to actually get a closer view so that you can better understand just exactly what is happening?"

"Oh yes May, I would. I really, really would! Another lesson then?"

"Well yes, and no," May responded. "I think it's a bit early for you for any hands on experience here. But I think it will do you a world of good to see and become familiar with the mechanics of what we're doing here."

"Good grief May. Mechanics? Can you make this any more clinically detached for the poor girl?"

"What would you rather have me say?" May asked him teasingly.

"How about, I'm fucking my prick inside your cunt," he said vulgarly.

"Cunt?" Maggie questioned.

"Never mind Maggie," May told her. "Just another word for a vagina."

"Oh." Maggie said. "Actually, I rather liked the other one...pussy," she responded gaily.

"That makes two of us," May said grunting in pleasure as Jack increased their tempo.

"Hmm, well then make that three of us. As I surely do enjoy fucking this pussy!"

"May I see?" Maggie asked bending over closer to actually try and obtain a better view of what was actually taking place. Jack purposely withdrew nearly his full length from May's pussy. In doing so, May herself began explaining to Maggie what it was he was doing, and in affect, where and how his prick was actually entering her and stimulating her.

"I really would like to experience that," Maggie hopefully requested.

"You will Maggie. But not tonight. You are a virgin, remember? There are a few things we need to do to prepare you for that first."

"Such as?" she asked, still hoping.

"Now is not the time to get into it," May stated a bit more sternly than she might otherwise have spoken to her. "If you were to attempt this now, tonight. The potential for it being far more painful than it should be might very well cause you to distrust the act, as well as the pleasures that it will eventually bring you. Patience Maggie. Patience. Now, watch and learn."

Trusting May implicitly, Maggie did just that. And as she watched, she did learn. She found their coupling to be extremely erotic, very sensual. Even listening to the soft moans and groans that Jack and May shared together, added a whole new level of understanding and enjoyment to the experience. Maggie felt the familiar moisture gathering between her legs as she lay there beside the two of them, enjoying it as Jack's firm beautifully shaped penis continued to slip in and out of May's equally wet "pussy". Maggie thought to herself.

"Go ahead Maggie," May told her as though reading her mind. "Just because you won't be experiencing this particular pleasure this evening, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the one I taught you this morning."

Without thought to Jack's being there, Maggie quickly slipped a finger down between her legs, quickly locating that very special sensitive button that she had so wonderfully learned to pleasure that very morning.

"Oh," Maggie said, allowing the one worded pleasure to escape her lips as she felt that very special tingling sensation begin as she continued frigging herself.

"Oh what?" Jack asked teasingly.

"Oh. Fuck," Maggie quipped, enjoying the naughtiness of their unspoken game.

"You'll ruin her with your teasings," May warned Jack. "Keep it up, and no one will ever know her for the innocent she truly is."

"And you would have it otherwise?" he asked her. "Or you Maggie?" He looked turning towards her.

"Fuck no. And besides, I think it's far too late for that now," Maggie said, twirling her clit unabashedly, legs spread obscenely wide purposely giving both May as well as Jack a very good look at her red, swollen very puffy lips.

"You really are incorrigible Jack. And now I'm afraid, so is she!" Maggie continued to watch them, frigging her "clitty" and enjoying the sensation of it every bit as much as enjoying the fact that May and Jack both glanced at her from time to time, watching her pleasuring herself.

"Will he cum soon?" she asked.

"I'm fairly certain," May stated, already having sensed Jack's sudden increase as he began thrusting into her a bit more steadily indicating to her as he had in the past that he was reaching his pleasure.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. Will he throw his semen into you, or no?" May laughed nearly as loudly as Jack had earlier. Jack's tempo slowed, as he was now aware of a renewed conversation taking place between them.

"It's a reasonable question May," Jack stated having taken interest. Jack felt May's pussy tighten, clenching about his prick. "Be nice Jack, or I'll bring you off here and now," she warned him. Turning back to face Maggie, she answered.

"It is entirely appropriate for a woman to expect the man to remove himself prior to ejaculation. Doing so upon her belly, unless he has of course been invited to do otherwise. Beforehand," she added carefully. "Obviously there is the concern for pregnancy of course, if one chooses not to use protection. And don't ask me about what that means now either!" Maggie had been about to do just that when May obviously saw the question forming on her lips. "In my case obviously, as I am incapable of having children, it is of no moment. In your case however, you should always ensure that your lover deposits his spunk upon your belly rather than inside your womb. Unless as I've already mentioned, you are using other means of protection to guard against becoming with child."

"So. You still haven't answered my question. Was he planning on spilling upon your belly, or within you?" she asked again.

"You'd like to see it I suppose?" May stated.

Maggie nodded her head. "Yes May, I would. I would very much like to see it," she told her expectantly.

"Very well then. Jack. Whenever you're ready. Pull it out and squirt on me so that Maggie can see how it is that your prick throws your pleasures."

Fascinated, Maggie sat there watching his penis spewing streamer after streamer of white sticky fluid onto the dark thatch of pubic hair between May's legs several minutes later. Even before he had finished his ejaculations, Maggie reached over with her finger dipping it in one long line of cum that stretched from her pussy all the way to her naval and began playing with it.

"Hmm, certainly is an interesting bit of excitement isn't it?" she asked innocently.

"I think we've created a monster May," Jack said.

"For once, I think you might be right Jack," May responded, watching as Maggie sat there rubbing his lubrications upon each of her nipples.

#

With Thanksgiving only a few days away, things had been hectic around the boarding house. So much so, that there hadn't been time to do much of anything else except for preparing meals and cleaning rooms. Most often Maggie fell into bed, exhausted from her day's labors, as did every one else, including May who also seemed to be struggling of late with a very severe cold. One by one however most of their guests began to travel off in differing directions, to spend the holiday with family or friends. For the first time since her arrival, Maggie found herself with free time on her hands, and a renewed interest in furthering her lessons. Even Jack had commitments, which required that he be gone over the holiday though he had promised to return by the following weekend. That had left only two other boarders at present, one an elderly woman who had lived at the house for several years now, more of a permanent resident than a guest. And the other a young woman not all that much older than Maggie who'd arrived just a few days previous in search of work.

"After you've delivered the breakfast tray to Mrs. Gails room, come back to my room." May had told Maggie. "We've fallen behind in your lessons," she'd added with a mysterious wink. Dutifully, Maggie had scurried from the kitchen with a bowl of fruit and dry toast, just as the elderly woman had requested. Normally she tried to spend a little time with each of the guests getting to know them better, and in some cases, as it was with Mrs. Gail, just spending a few moments of companionship. On this particular morning however, Maggie was in more than a hurry to return to May's bedroom. She was headed down the hallway towards May's room at the far end of the hallway when she passed by the bath just as the younger woman who'd recently arrived opened the door poking her head out.

"Oh good," she stated startling Maggie for a moment. "I was hoping to take a bath, but there aren't any fresh towels in the bathroom." Maggie silently chastised herself. She'd forgotten to get any earlier in her haste to return to May's room.

"I'm sorry. I'll go immediately downstairs and get some for you," she'd told her, turning in an instant, running. A few minutes later she returned with the towels, heard the water running in the bath and knocked on the door.

"Come in." she heard the young woman bid her to do.

Maggie turned the knob on the door stepping into the steamy bathroom. The younger woman had just finished removing her garters and stockings turning to face her in the nude before stepping down into the bath. Maggie found herself staring at her for a moment, not really meaning to, but stunned by the woman's near flawless body.

"Here are your towels," she stated setting them down on the cupboard next to the sink. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked buying time just so she could look at her a moment longer, appreciating her obvious beauty. "By the way, my name's Maggie."

"Lucille," the young woman said in return introducing herself. "But friends call me Lucy," she added. "And yes, if you would. It's been days since I've had a bath, and I'd appreciate it if you could help me wash my hair." Torn between wanting to hurry off to May's room for another lesson, or spending a few more moments at least with Lucy, Maggie decided that a short time longer here wouldn't hurt. May would no doubt realize that she had been detained, which she could explain sufficiently a little later.

"I'd be glad to," Maggie offered.

Lucy had blonde hair even more so than Maggie's. The biggest difference, it was pinned in a tight bun at the back of her head. "Here, let me help you with those," Maggie offered reaching up to allow her long hair to settle down more comfortably upon the woman's shoulders as she removed the hairpins. As she did, she glanced briefly at Lucy's much smaller, yet still very firm breasts. Each was capped with a pale pink smallish nipple, though they had puckered considerably upon her having entered the bath. To her embarrassment, Maggie saw that Lucy had caught her staring at them.

"Is something wrong?" Lucy asked.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. I was just admiring your breasts," Maggie said honestly. "You have beautiful breasts, and I don't think I've ever seen a prettier color of nipple," she'd said innocently.

"Thank you," Lucy responded smiling at her. "It's been a long time since anyone has told me that. But I'm sure that yours are equally pretty."

"Oh no, they're not. At least I don't think they are!" Maggie exclaimed. "Not as pretty as yours are at least."

"Oh? Well then, show them and I will see for myself," Lucy responded. Maggie had become far more comfortable with herself in the past few days. And besides, having another woman merely asking to see her breasts didn't constitute any sort of a liaison or interest in her as far as Maggie was concerned. It was after all a simple request. Though actually showing her wasn't. Maggie realized immediately it would be far easier to remove her shift as opposed to try and struggle out of it from the top down. Seeing her dilemma, Lucy helped Maggie to make up her mind about it.

"Why don't you simply remove it? Then I can see you much easier that way." In agreement with her, Maggie stood and simply pulled the shift she was wearing up and over her head. She hadn't worn a bra in anticipation of heading to May's room for her lesson, so uncovering herself was done quickly and easily.

"See?" she said standing before Lucy in nothing more than her panties. "They really aren't as pretty as yours are." Maggie looked down, examining herself. As Maggie did have much larger, fuller breasts than Lucy, her darker, considerably larger areolas seemed even more enhanced as they stood out upon the tip of each tit. As she remained, even with the hot steam of the bathroom surrounding her, she felt each of her nipples puckering tightly causing them to grow erect as Lucy continued to sit there gazing at her.

"They're darling Maggie!" Lucy said simply. "Come here and sit down on the edge of the tub so that I might kiss them." Even Lucy's request seemed more like a compliment, an admiration rather than a seduction. So Maggie moved over sitting down so that she could. Almost immediately Maggie felt the sweet surge of arousal course through her as Lucy gingerly wrapped her soft lips around the hardened nipple of one breast, while simultaneously feeling Lucy's hand reach up cupping the other.

"Oh, hmm," Maggie allowed herself to breathe, the mumblings of her pleasure louder than she might have thought them to be as suddenly a knock came upon the bathroom door, moments later.

"Maggie? Are you in there? A bath wasn't necessary before beginning another lesson," she heard May teasingly tell her through the door.

"I am May," Maggie responded immediately. "I came to deliver fresh towels to Lucy." There was a momentary pause before Maggie heard May do anything. When she did, it was the sound of the door opening.

Though not necessarily surprised by what she discovered as she entered, she did however cast a curious look towards both women as she stepped in closing the door behind her.

"I see you've met our new boarder," May said walking over to the toilet, seating herself.

"Hello May," Lucy spoke first. "I asked Maggie if she wouldn't mind helping me wash my hair after having brought me fresh towels."

Once again May remained silent as she sat there looking at the two women. It wasn't exactly an awkward silence, but Maggie couldn't help but wonder about the sudden tension that seemed to fill the atmosphere of the room.

"I once knew Lucy's mother," May stated suddenly. Maggie glanced towards Lucy but didn't see any sign that this was news to her either. She had of course seen May and Lucy conversing for a considerable amount of time after her arrival and merely assumed they had been discussing her stay. "Her mother and I once worked together," she added after a moment more of silence.

Maggie's eyes raised in comprehension as she remembered what it was May used to do for a living.

"Mother thought I should look May up to see if she could help me land a job someplace," Lucy said. "And though mother knew May was no longer in the business, she hoped that she might still know a few people who might be willing to help me without taking undue advantage of me."

"How old are you anyway?" Maggie asked.

"Twenty two."

Hardly much older than she was herself, Maggie couldn't even begin to imagine actually wanting to become a "Lady of the evening," as May had called her self. Knowing that May had once worked in that profession was far different than doing so now by her way of thinking.

"Is there really that much money in it?" Maggie asked curiously.

"There can be if you get to know the right people," Lucy said thoughtfully. "Anyway, the water's beginning to grow cold now and I really could use the help in washing my hair."

To both Lucy and Maggie's surprise, May stood up beginning to unlace the front of her dress. "Might as well help as long as I'm here," she said. "And I don't feel like getting my dress wet," she added as she quickly finished removing it.

Together they quickly washed Lucy's long blonde hair. As soon as they had finished, Maggie figured that she and May would immediately retreat back to her bedroom, which in a way they did, but not before May had invited Lucy to join them.

"If you're interested," she'd begun. "I'm instructing Maggie in the art of pleasure. As we have a bit of time ahead of us before we need to worry about doing anything, I was planning on doing so now. As I said, if you'd care to join us, I'm sure that Maggie might find your participation as well as my own quite stimulating." Maggie was surprised when Lucy immediately accepted.

"I'd love to!" she'd indicated stepping out of the bath to dry her self. "Just before you came in, I had been in fact telling Maggie just how beautiful I thought her breasts looked. And now, I find myself equally as anxious to see yours." May gave Lucy a demure smile. "Bring Lucy to my room dear," she said addressing Maggie. "As soon as the two of you are done here." May quickly left after having gathered her dress taking it with her rather than putting it back on again.

"Just how innocent of a woman are you?" Lucy asked curiously.

"Very," Maggie responded blushing. "But May has been kind enough to show me several things already."

"Hmm, I'll bet she has," Lucy said chuckling. "From what my mother told me about her, May was one of the best. The very best." Maggie didn't respond verbally to that, but she silently found herself agreeing. From what she had experienced with her so far, she had no doubt as to May's sensuality and open mindedness. "I wonder what lesson she has for you today?" Lucy questioned.

"I don't know, but I think she mentioned something about helping me so that when I finally do lose my virginity, it won't be nearly as unpleasant as it could be."

"You mean to tell me you're still a virgin?" Lucy said in honest surprise.

"Yes, yes I am," Maggie answered.

"Well then, let us hurry to her room. I'm very interested myself in what lesson she would have for you to learn this day."

Minutes later the two of them headed down the hallway towards May's bedroom and for Maggie, what would end up being one of the most sensual afternoon's she had ever spent, and would forever more remember.

#

Like May, neither of them had bothered dressing. By the time they had reached May's bedroom, she was already naked, lying on the bed waiting for them.

"Come, sit down next to me on the bed Maggie. I think it's time for you to learn about the inside of yourself as much as you've discovered about the outside of your femininity. And, I think having the two of us here to compare things with will give you an even better understanding, as well as the subtle differences between women." At May's direction, both were soon as naked as she was, Maggie sitting beside her with Lucy having pulled one of May's dressing chairs closer to the side of the bed facing them both.

By now there was very little that May could do to surprise her. Even as they sat talking in medical terms, even "mechanical" as Jack had referred to them, Maggie found herself becoming more and more aroused the longer they continued to sit there. After a time however, Maggie noticed that May had unabashedly begun stroking herself, inserting one and then eventually two fingers inside her vagina.

"Do so yourself," she told Lucy who'd been watching just as wonderingly amazed as Maggie had first been when being around her in the beginning. "Make yourself accepting so that when I instruct Maggie to touch the inside of you, she can do so without unpleasant friction."

As May had more required of her, rather than suggesting, Lucy began doing just that. She wasn't necessarily uncomfortable frigging herself in front of someone; she had in fact done so quite often with an old school chum of hers several years passed. But it had been a while since she had so openly fondled herself in this manner.

"Maggie, come now and kneel down on the floor in front of me." Maggie did so looking up at May expectantly for further direction. "Now then, give me your hand." Maggie gave it to her, felt May's soft smooth grasp as she gently folded all of her fingers except one, her middle finger. "Ease it into me," she told her, showing her how to do so, palm up as Maggie knelt on the floor before her slipping the tip of her finger barely inside May's pussy until she was herself more confident as to what she was doing.

"Yes, that's it. Now slip it inside me fully and let it rest inside for a moment. I will tell you what to do, and what it is you are feeling as you do it."

Maggie continued to listen carefully to May's instructions, finding herself even more aroused than she had been but a few minutes ago as she caressed the warm soft places inside May's pussy.

"That's good. Now, I want you to do the exact same things to Lucy's that you have done to mine so that you can discover both the differences as well as the similarities."

Maggie merely spun around on her heels now facing Lucy who was sitting with one leg casually thrown over the arm of the chair, thus even more fully exposing, opening herself than the position in which May had been in. The first thing Maggie noticed before she'd even touched her with her finger was the elongated puffy-looking lips of Lucy's labia in comparison to either May's or her own. From behind, she could hear the smile in May's tone of voice as she spoke.

"Ah yes Maggie. Some women have larger lips, some smaller. It is one of those subtle differences in women. And, much like the size of a man's penis, it doesn't matter as much as to the length as you will one day learn, as much as what he knows what to do with what it is that he has."

Lucy giggled.

"I'm not so sure about that May. I've known a few men whose pricks have been considerably larger than most. And from them I have derived a great deal of pleasure as opposed to those with much smaller less randier tools."

"And there again the differences Maggie," May stated. "Some prefer men with much larger pricks, though for myself, I much rather prefer a slimmer shaped one for my preferences. But, as Lucy's indicated, given time I am sure you will discover for yourself your own particular likes or dislikes in various men's equipment."

Maggie slipped her finger inside Lucy's quim more deeply, performing the same exploratory search of the secrets contained, comparing them to those she'd discovered whilst doing the same with May's pussy.

"What differences are you discovering?" May asked expectantly after a moment longer.

"She seems perhaps a bit tighter, though not as smooth it would seem," Maggie said with a determined almost far away look as she looked inwardly at the sensations she was discovering. "She's as wet as you are I think, quite slippery actually. A nice sensation that reminds me a little of body oil or lotion of some sort."

Continuing to explore Lucy's pussy with her finger, May instructed her to insert another so as to discover the elasticity of a woman's ability to expand around the girth of a man's prick as well as be able to accept his obvious length. She did so, eliciting a soft mewling moan of pleasure from Lucy as she sought to insert two, then three fingers.

"Is my doing this bringing you pleasure?" she asked.

"Very much so," Lucy responded, it pulls down upon my clit. My lips, as you do that, it pulls them down so that my clitoris is caressed lovingly so."

"I like touching my clitty now too," Maggie admitted a second later. "I've been frigging myself near each morning upon awakening. It is such a nice way to begin one's day don't you think?"

"Every day?" Lucy asked somewhat surprised. Behind her May was laughing.

"Jack and I have already agreed on one point, which is, we truly have created a monster, though a rather beautiful looking one I might add."

"As would I," Lucy said in agreement, sighing. "And, she is bringing me a considerable amount of pleasure at the moment. I would so enjoy spending myself upon her hand if it is agreeable with you both?" she asked, moaning audibly.

"Please do," May informed her. "As I would like very much to watch her do that to you while doing so to myself." May began masturbating, frigging her clit with one hand while inserting first one, and then two fingers inside herself with the other. Maggie on the other hand wondrously spent her time looking back and forth between the two, enjoying the expressions on both of their faces. Lucy's as she sought and explored various new ways to touch or move her fingers within or upon her. Which included taking Lucy's long stretchy labia, pulling them apart, albeit gently as she did, and in so doing, adding a different kind of pleasure to Lucy as she knelt before her. Watching May, Maggie saw the years of practiced experience behind her aroused expressions. She knew in watching her that May strummed her own split with the perfection of an artist who was comfortable with a particular, familiar instrument being played.

"Will you spend for me Lucy?" Maggie was smiling, her arousal most apparent, quickly fingering her own nipple, delighting in the hardness of it that greeted her.

"If you'd like," Lucy responded. "It does feel rather nice what you're doing to me."

"I'd enjoy feeling that," Maggie admitted continuing to frig Lucy's pussy, toying with her taut nipple simultaneously.

"It would also be good for you to experience it Maggie, to feel with your fingers, so you can sense her climatic clenchings when she does spend. I will soon be ready myself, so after Lucy has reached her pleasure, you can once again compare mine to hers."

Lucy in the meantime had begun panting, softly grunting as Maggie continued frigging her clit gently all the while slipping two firm fingers in and out of Lucy's wet, very slippery passage.

"Is she close?" May questioned continuing to work her own fingers in and out of her self.

"I'm very," Lucy answered for her. "Just...keep...doing...THAT!" Lucy let out a low deep-throated elongated moan of ecstasy as her orgasm claimed her. Maggie increased both the pressure as well as the speed of her rapidly twirling finger upon the surface of Lucy's nubbin until she could no longer stand the exquisite sensitivity any longer. "Enough! Enough!" she begged closing her legs tightly together effectively forcing Maggie to withdraw her fingers. "Oh God, enough!" she said one last final time shivering pleasurably.

"I'm upon it now too Maggie. Hurry! Come to me!" In a flash Maggie returned to kneel before May, quickly replacing May's hand and fingers with her own. May was even wetter than Lucy had been, her lubrications already pooling just inside the entrance of her cunt beginning to leak out in small tiny little rivulets than began running down the inside of her thighs.

"Fuck me with your fingers Maggie!" May called out to her excitedly. "Frig me hard!" she demanded.

To her surprise, Maggie had not only inserted two fingers easily, but three! May's cunt was stretched tightly about them, but the ease of penetration was continual as she pumped nearly her entire hand in and out of May's split in a furious manner.

"Fuck me baby fuck me!" May cried out pleasurably. Maggie felt a sudden surge of fluid begin to bathe her hand. The force of which, caused a fine misty spray of May's release to begin worming its way through the few small openings that her fingers had not closed off completely. May groaned even more loudly than Lucy had as Maggie actually did feel the force of her contractions, convulsions, and even more intimately, the pearly essence of her juices as they slipped through the openings of her hand, entirely covering it as May came.

Reverently, Maggie waited for both women to more fully recover. When they did, May leaned over cupping Maggie's chin drawing her mouth upwards towards her own. May kissed her briefly though tenderly. "Time for your lesson," she said softly.

#

May had positioned Maggie comfortably upon the bed. Without really be asked to do so, Lucy had joined them lying beside her tracing intricate unseen patterns across Maggie's breasts, occasionally stopping to linger a finger atop one of her nipples teasing it to an even firmer tautness.

"That feels nice," Maggie cooed. "I enjoy the touch of your fingers upon my breasts.

"I enjoy touching, caressing them," Lucy responded. "You have such lovely breasts, I wish mine were as pretty as yours are. Don't you think she has pretty breasts May?" Lucy questioned, gently squeezing them both, entrapping Maggie's nipples between her outstretched fingers.

"Yes, she has lovely breasts. Breasts that men will yearn to lick, suck and kiss one day," May added, leaning over to capture one of Maggie's nipples between her lips, giving it a gentle quick suck.

May had been casually petting her pussy, stroking it in long caressing strokes with the palm of her hand, barely dipping a finger now and again inside the wet furrow of her split. And as Maggie considered it, enjoying the light soothing caress, she was almost was purring too!

"I'm going to begin to stretch, loosening your hymen," she told her several minutes later. "Just relax, allow yourself to feel it without tensing up." Maggie felt the tip of May's finger probing her, not at all uncomfortably as she had first feared it. She noticed that May continually read the expressions on her face for any sign of discomfort.

"That's good Maggie. Very good. Continue to relax."

May probed her a little deeper, pressing against the tightened strip of flesh that barred further passage into her inner reachings. A small stab of discomfort was felt between her legs, but almost immediately went away.

"That's it Maggie, very good. Lucy, why don't you suck Maggie's breasts? I think she would enjoy that for one thing, and for another, it will help her to relax even more as I do this."

More than happy to be doing so, Lucy immediately captured one of Maggie's thickened, very sensitive nubs between her lips and began pulling on it gently. Likewise, with the same subtle gentleness, her finger teased, toyed and caressed her other nipple, causing in it a similar, yet different series of electrical thrills, which coursed through her body once again tingling the pearly nubbin of her sex.

Maggie felt a slight discomfort, more of a pressure really, as May continued to massage her, ensuring as she did that Maggie continued to lubricate herself making the deep caress all the easier to bear.

"You're doing wonderfully Maggie!" May complimented her. "In fact, you're doing so well that I think we can take this a small step further," she said confidently. "Lucy? Would you do me a small favor please, and hand me that hairbrush off my nightstand."

Maggie had no clue as to what Maggie needed, or required the hairbrush for. But Lucy certainly seemed to understand the request, actually smiling at her a bit wickedly as she rolled out of bed to retrieve it before scurrying back to bed almost as quickly. "Here you are May," Lucy said handing her the brush. More curious now to watch rather than suck either of her nipples, Lucy did at least continue to play with them rolling the hardened tips between her fingers as she sat looking on while May prepared the handle of the brush. May had already opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Having removed some sort of jar from the bedside, Maggie watched as May began coating the handle of the brush with Vaseline.

"Don't watch what I'm doing Maggie," she told her. "Just lay back, continue to relax, and try and concentrate on the good sensations you'll soon be feeling."

Maggie did as she was instructed to do, opening her legs considerably wider at May's direction. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the teasing little pleasures of each one of her nipples as Lucy continued to stimulate them. Seconds later, she felt the foreign sensation of the brush handle as May began sliding it up and down her slit, an experience that was oddly arousing as she'd not quite expected it to feel nearly as good as it did. There was a brief moment of grimacing discomfort, and then it too went away nearly as rapidly as before.

"I think that is enough for today," May said removing the brush handle. Almost fearful she hadn't done as well as she'd hoped, Maggie sat up worriedly.

"Are you sure May? It didn't hurt hardly at all," she assured her. "I'm know I can do even better," she promised anxiously.

May laughed. "Dear sweet innocent child that you are. Trust me, you have gone far further than I did just now. In the morning you will be slightly tender, but that is to be expected. And, when you do wake, do not go to frigging yourself off immediately, but take this brush and cream and use it upon yourself until you again feel the discomfort and can no longer tolerate it. When you have, then put it away for the time being, frig yourself to pleasure. Then come and see me. Agreed?"

"Yes May," Maggie said figuring the lesson to be over with. May laughed.

"Now, lay back, and I will bring your pleasure with my tongue," she told her.

Excitedly, Maggie did just that.

#

In the morning Maggie did indeed find herself to be slightly tender. But as instructed, she dutifully applied the Vaseline using the handle of the brush to press inwards against herself as May had directed her to do. When the discomfort became more than she could tolerate, she removed the brush handle setting it aside and began to more comfortably stroke her "clitty" chasing away whatever pain had remained within her in moments. After her climax, she dressed heading swiftly down the hallway up the stairs to May's bedroom.

Taking a brief moment to examine her, May once again had her lay down on the bed, seconds later, she brought her to a second even greater climax with her tongue and fingers as she probed her, slipping a portion of them inside Maggie's sex, all the while continuing to suck and lick her extended tender clitoris.

After Maggie had regained her senses, May handed her a long smooth ivory sculpture of some sort.

"What's this?" Maggie asked fondling the beautiful looking piece as she turned it over and over in her hands while examining it.

"A dildo," May told her. "Something, that when your truly ready, I will use on you to more fully pleasure you with, but even more importantly, it will ensure that your first time with a man will be virtually painless."

"When?" Maggie asked enthusiastically.

"Perhaps the day after tomorrow," she indicated. "We'll see. It depends on your progress tomorrow. And, as you'll discover, you may be even tenderer tomorrow morning, or perhaps even this afternoon. So if you cannot go much beyond what you managed to accomplish today, it may be one or more days longer than that."

Without saying as much, Maggie was determined that she wouldn't disappoint May, "Tenderness or no," she thought silently, realizing as she thought about it that Thanksgiving was only two days away now. "And very appropriately so," she added to that thought, so very thankful at the moment that her father had brought her to May in order that she might begin a new life.

Maggie had hoped to spend part of the day with Lucy. She'd become very fond of her in the short time that she had come to know her. As she soon learned from May however, Lucy had taken the train into San Antonio to look up a woman whose name May had given her to see. With very little else to do to occupy her time, Maggie spent the remainder of the day cleaning while May had gone to buy a few groceries. She had just finished dusting and sweeping off the stairs when a young man in an army uniform suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" she asked feeling a bit embarrassed about the way she currently looked as she'd been busy cleaning, not having bothered to worry too much about her appearance as she hadn't had plans to do anything today but clean.

"I'm looking for a room for a couple of days," he said putting his duffle bag down, removing his hat folding it and then tucking it neatly inside his belt. "Been home on leave just out of boot camp," he told her proudly. "Stopped by to visit a friend for a few days but found out he left a few weeks ago having joined the Marines. Now I'm stuck here for a couple of days before my plane's scheduled to fly me into California, and then on to Hawaii where I'll be stationed."

"My. You're quite the talker aren't you?" Maggie said running her fingers through her gnarled hair in some attempt to try and make herself a little more presentable.

"Sorry miss," he said. "I do tend to run off at the mouth at times whenever I'm nervous. My buddies call me lips, cause my lips always seem to be moving," he continued explaining.

Maggie couldn't help suppress a giggle. "Why are you so nervous?" she asked feeling color in her cheeks begin to spread, adding just as quickly, "And what is your real name anyway? Mine's Maggie." When she finished, she realized she'd spoken nearly as quickly as he had, causing him to laugh at her.

"Maybe they should call you lips. And besides, yours are far prettier than mine are."

"Oh? You think you have pretty lips do you?" Maggie said with a straight face, immediately causing the soldier to blush and quit laughing in the same instant.

"Oh no mam!" he said. "I mean your lips are pretty. Not mine!" he stammered obviously flustered as he stood shuffling his feet nervously.

"I'm not a mam," Maggie told him. "I'm still a virgin so it's miss." Maggie had no idea why she'd told him that. It had simply come out before she'd had time to think about it. But she laughed once again when she saw how his face really had turned crimson this time.

"Yes mam, I mean miss," he said looking down at his feet rather than her face now. "William," he said a moment later.

"William?"

"Yes. You asked what my real name is. It's William. William Benjamin Roberts to be exact. Though my friends call me Bill."

"I thought your friends called you Lips," Maggie retorted back at him.

"My army friends. My other friends call me Bill."

"Well, since I'm not in the army, guess I'll just have to call you Bill though I actually do prefer the name William," Maggie said smiling. "Oh, and we do have an available room, but I'm not the one in charge here. That would be May. She should be back anytime however, so you're welcome to wait and speak with her when she returns."

"That would be nice. Thank you."

Lips continued to stand there rocking back and forth on his heels, fidgeting uncomfortably. Maggie merely watched him doing so, slightly amused at his discomfort, remaining silent as she continued staring at him. After a moment longer she decided to let him off the hook.

"Would you like to come in to the parlor and wait?" she asked.

"Yes. Yes I would, thank you," he said looking a little more relieved not to simply continue standing there looking foolish. Maggie showed him to the parlor offering him a seat.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh. No ma...I mean miss. I'm fine. Thank you."

"Lot of service guys around the last few days," Maggie said after a few minutes of silence had passed between them. "Big army base somewhere near here I guess. A lot of guys have been coming through, lots of talk about the possibility of war coming. Is that why you joined?" Maggie shifted in her seat, knowing full well as she did that her braless breasts pushed even more tightly against the work-shift she was wearing. Maggie saw Bill's eyes as they followed her movement, quickly shifting away as he caught her eyes, looking embarrassed as he spoke.

"Sort of I guess. Have a brother who's in the Navy. He's off somewhere in the Atlantic. Already seen some action against the Nazi's too. Though he's not supposed to talk about it, especially since we're not really at war against them yet. Everyone seems to think we will be soon though. Which is one of the reasons I signed up."

"How come the Army and not the Navy?" she asked. "Like your brother?"

"Can't swim."

Maggie laughed at his simple honesty. "Can't either," she said looking at him, noticing perhaps for the first time how truly handsome he really was as he sat there in his dress uniform.

"Maggie?" You around?" She heard May calling out to her from the kitchen. "I could use some help with the groceries."

"Be right there May!" Maggie responded bouncing up.

"Need some help?" Lips asked.

"Sure, why not. Besides, it's a sure fire way to get yourself a room for the next few days too." Though William, Bill, Lips thought it was because he'd offered to be helpful perhaps, Maggie had actually been thinking as soon as May saw how handsome he truly was, it would be because of that rather than the other.

Following Maggie out to the kitchen and then outback to May's car, Maggie introduced them explaining to her everything he had already spoken to her about.

"Well, we have plenty of room at the moment," May said eyeing him just as Maggie suspected that she might. "And since you're in the service, I'll only charge you half for the room," she told him appreciatively. "But it doesn't include room service for your meals. For that you pay extra, or you come downstairs to eat with everyone else," she added. Delighted with the price of his stay, May directed Maggie to show him which of the rooms upstairs he'd be sleeping in.

"When you're done Maggie. Come to my room, it's time for another lesson." Maggie was shocked that May would actually refer to that at this particular moment, and then saw the teasing look on her face, knowing full well she had done it on purpose.

"Unless of course you've already practiced this morning," she said still grinning.

"Yes mam. I have," Maggie said mimicking Lips in addressing her.

"Well then, never mind. Feel free to do whatever you'd like until suppertime then. And William? I hope you enjoy your stay with us."

#

Maggie spent the better part of the afternoon reading a book that Lucy had loaned her. Enthralled that someone could have actually written a book filled with so much sex, she found herself devouring it. She had gone outside to sit in the sunshine, relax and let her imagination take her away as she read when she heard a familiar voice addressing her.

"What're you reading?" Lips asked. Only slightly startled, Maggie placed the book down in her lap looking up at him, surprised to find Lips standing there in civilian clothing as opposed to his uniform.

"Lady Chatterly's Lover," she told him. "Ever heard of it?"

"Nope. What's it about?"

Maggie had only gotten halfway through the book but she began telling him about it, explaining in fairly intimate detail about the story.

"You're kidding!" Lips said. "It actually says that?"

"Yeah, see for yourself," Maggie said opening the book, pointing to a particular paragraph. "Pretty naughty stuff huh?"

"Wow. I'll say!" Lips said continuing to read it as she sat there holding the book. "Who gave it to you anyway?"

"Oh. Lucy. She's staying here too. But she's currently in San Antonio seeing someone about a job. Should be back soon though. I think you'd really like her."

"I like you," Lips said quietly.

Maggie closed the book smiling at him. "That's the book talking," she said easily.

"What?"

"Saying you like me. The book. It's making you randy is all. Though admittedly, it makes me feel that way too."

Flustered, Lips looked at her with an amazed expression on his face as understanding seized him. "No. Honest, it's not the book. I really do like you!" he stammered.

Maggie glanced at his crotch saw the obvious bulge protruding inside his trousers. "Oh really?" she said, stunning him by reaching out to actually cup the hardness that lay just beneath the surface of the material. Maggie continued to caress him making the bulge grow even more prominently.

"Maggie!" he said placing his hand over hers. "You don't have to do that. I was serious. I really do like you. And I wasn't just saying that because of some naughty book we've been looking at either!"

"Well. I like you too," Maggie stated though she made no effort to take her hand away from him. "But like I said, the book's made me randy too. And I'm not afraid to admit it."

"Didn't you tell me something about being a virgin earlier?" Lips asked, by way of back peddling.

"Yeah. I am. Doesn't mean I don't think about it though, or wonder what it will be like when I'm not a virgin anymore," she told him.

"Don't you want to save it for marriage?" he asked seriously. "For your husband?"

"Are you kidding?" Maggie asked him back just as seriously. "Marry someone without knowing if they're really good in bed or not? No way!"

Stunned into momentary silence Lips just sat there staring at her. "You really are different aren't you?"

"That's what they tell me," Maggie said with a snicker, seeing the confused look on Williams's face having said that. "May and Jack. Oh, which reminds me, you might still be here when he returns too. Anyway, May and Jack have been teaching me a lot of things about sex, said that in some ways they've created a monster. Who knows, maybe they have. But all I know is, I'm looking forward to being with a man, and soon too. I certainly have no desire saving it for my wedding night. And besides, I'm nowhere's near ready to get married anyway. But I'm certainly ready to find out what it's like to be with a man. Which reminds me, I wanted to ask you something," she said, only then realizing she'd been running off at the mouth without allowing him a word in edge-wise.

"Go ahead," Lips said, giving in exasperated.

"So how many women have you been with?" she asked boldly. Lips had been facing her, now he looked away as though having spotted something moving off in the distance.

"None," he said a second or two later. "I'm a virgin too."

Maggie squeezed him gently reminding him she still had her hand on him. "If you'd like, come up to my room later after everyone's gone to bed. I'll show you what I've learned so far," she told him seriously.

"Really? You're serious?"

"Yes really. Now. Let me see you." Maggie began pulling down the zipper on his pants.

"Here? Now?"

"Yeah, kinda naughty to think about it isn't it? And that probably is the book talking," Maggie added as she reached inside drawing him out. "Oh my. You're even bigger than Jack is!" Maggie exclaimed a second later as she held his stiff erect penis within her hand. "Wait until May sees this one!"

"What?"

Maggie didn't answer him, and he didn't ask her what she'd meant by that either. She was too busy sucking him at the moment to respond. Lips in turn, too blown away by the incredible sensation Maggie was giving him to think clearly about it any further as her delicate mouth began sucking him in, licking the shaft of his penis in way's that Lips had only heard spoken of in boastful barrack's joking amongst his Army buddies.

# Maggie had completely sucked Lip's prick off, swallowing his semen expertly, leaving him panting, astonished, as well as madly in love with her.

"See you later tonight?" she asked standing up just as May called out to her from the back door asking her to come in and help with the preparations for dinner.

"When?" Lips asked with an obvious tremble to his voice.

"I'll let you know after dinner," she told him turning and running now. "Coming May!"

#

Normally Maggie ate her supper in the kitchen away from the rest of the guests. Mrs. Gail had already eaten her supper as usual in her room. Lucy had returned just shortly before dinner was ready which had excitedly pleased Maggie as well as May and so it was that May had decided it appropriate for the four of them to sup together in the dinner room.

May had gotten Lips, though she preferred calling him by his given name, "William" when she addressed him, to talk about himself as well as a little about where it was he was headed.

"Well, I'm headed to California," he'd begun. "Supposed to catch another flight outside of Los Angeles, and from there over to Hawaii. Some Army airbase called Hickam Field I think it is."

"Sounds exciting," Lucy offered as she sat listening.

"Sorta, I guess," William stated. "I mean, it will be kinda fun being stationed in Hawaii. But it's sure as hell, oh, pardon me for my language." William blushed suddenly feeling embarrassed.

May smiled. "Don't worry about it William. Trust me, I've heard worse. Far worse. Anyway, you were saying?"

"Ah, well yeah. Anyway, it's a hell of a way away from where the real wars taking place." William then repeated to everyone how it was that his brother was in the Navy and on board an old World War I destroyer somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

"Well personally, I'm glad we're not in another damn war," May said seriously. "Too many young men get killed that way. Better off if we mind our own business and stay out of it as far as I'm concerned."

"Why don't we change the subject?" Maggie suggested.

"Good idea," Lucy said joining in. "Which reminds me, how's the book coming?"

Almost immediately William's face deepened with embarrassment as he turned to face Maggie hoping against hope that she wouldn't say anything. To his horror however, she did.

"Oh it's wonderful!" she exclaimed happily. "William and I were reading parts of it together earlier today outback. It really is rather naughty isn't it?" she asked.

Seeing Williams obvious discomfort May immediately pounced on that. "And what did you think about the book William. Anything you read about interest you?"

For a moment he couldn't think of a single thing he could possibly say, made even worse a moment or two later when Maggie made it virtually impossible for him to even think.

"William has an even bigger cock that Jack does," Maggie said simply.

"Oh really?" May said eyeing him with renewed interest. "And what else did the two of you do today?" she asked smiling, looking directly at William as she did.

"I told him that you'd probably like to see it later," Maggie stated just as easily.

"Maggie!" William said nearly shouting her name almost rising from the table when he did. "I doubt seriously she's at all interested in my....my...."

"Cock?" Lucy said joining in, finishing his sentence also smiling, and also curious herself now as well.

"Actually. I would," May said casually. "And perhaps, it's time for another lesson Maggie. Maybe one in which William here might be willing to help us with."

Standing up May held out her hand towards Maggie. "Come Maggie. Lucy? Would you mind stopping by the parlor and getting the Brandy?" May turned back around to face William who had stood when May had, but who had as not yet taken a step, bewilderment and surprise clearly etched deep within his face.

"Coming William?" Lucy said smiling now, holding out her hand towards him to follow her. "I think you could use a brandy." William nodded his head finally taking a step, but not exactly sure as yet where any of this was leading.

"See the two of you upstairs in a few minutes," May said understanding as Lucy led William off towards the parlor. Lucy winked nodding back at her.

"Why isn't he coming with us?" Maggie asked May.

"Lucy's going to help him steady his nerves a little. And by the looks of him, I think he's going to need it." Moments later Maggie and May entered her bedroom.

"What sort of lesson?" Maggie asked her finally. "I think, the big one!" May answered. "But before I can know for sure, we need to have a look at you before William and Lucy return. So hurry up and get undressed Maggie. I want to see how well you've been doing." As instructed, Maggie immediately removed her clothing climbing up onto the bed. Without even being asked, she placed herself, legs spread so that May could have a much closer look at her recent progress.

"Ah. Very good Maggie. I think this won't be nearly as bad for you as it could have been. Provided you're ready that is."

"I think I am."

"Not good enough Maggie. You either are or you aren't. If you're not ready, then no harm done, and we can all still have a little fun when the two of them get up here. But. If you are ready, really ready. Then tonight, you'll finally find out what it means to be a woman in every sense of the word."

"I am ready May. I know I am," Maggie spoke with confidence. May began removing her clothing at that point. If we're both naked when he gets here, chances are he'll quickly get over whatever nervousness or anxiety he has remaining. Seeing us together might even get him aroused a little more quickly. And we're going to need to ensure he is that if we're to succeed tonight," she told her.

"Ok. But this time, let me go down on you May," Maggie told her.

"Tell you what Maggie, let's be doing one another by the time they come into the room. Shall we?" May positioned herself on the bottom as Maggie turned herself around on top facing the opposite way.

"Think he'll enjoy seeing us like this May?" Maggie asked a bit apprehensively. May chuckled openly.

"Trust me Maggie. I haven't met a man yet who wouldn't."

#

It was still thirty minutes before either of them heard a soft knocking on May's bedroom door.

"Come in!" May said calling out to them. Though the door opened it took a minute longer for either of them to actually enter the room. When they did, it was only because Lucy had finally gotten impatient and shoved William into the room ahead of her. Though Lucy wasn't at all surprised to see what they were doing, William was, nearly spinning around and leaving the room altogether. Lucy however had half expected him to do just that, closing the door and standing in front of it baring his way.

"Maybe I was wrong after all," May said. "Sit up Maggie. I think we need to have a little chat with 'Lips' here," she said calling him by his nickname for the first time.

"Listen May. I'm not sure what it is the three of you are up to here, but I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable, with whatever it is!" William finally said screwing up his courage.

"Oh really?" May began, standing up allowing Lips to get a really good look at her voluptuous body for the first time. "You mean to tell me that you're actually considering turning down three women? Three women who are more than willing to do anything you want them to do? Three women who will show you, hell...give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine? And on top of all that, an innocent...." May turned looking at Maggie. "Well, an almost innocent woman," she said amending her statement, "Who is willing to give you her virginity right here and now? You're telling me you're actually willing to pass all that up?"

Lucy stepped away from the door giving him the opportunity to leave if he so chose to do so.

"Well, no," he said finally. "I guess not."

"Ah huh," May said smiling. "Told you," she whispered quietly back at Maggie who merely smiled.

"But! Do both of you have to be here when I, I mean when we do it?" he asked hopefully.

"William," May said reverting back to his more formal name, thus letting him know as she did that it was time for seriousness once again. "You may have the honor of deflowering Maggie here with an audience, or not at all. Either one, your choice. But trust me honey, if you do stay, I promise you that you will have an experience to share with your Army buddies that they will never be willing to believe. But I'll go you one even better. We'll all write you a nice long naughty letter to take with you so that you'll be able to prove to your friends that you're not simply bullshitting them. Now, how does that sound to you?"

Two seconds later, Lips began removing his clothing.

"Holy shit Maggie. You weren't lying about his prick where you?" May said when Lip's had eventually finished getting undressed. "And it's not even all that hard yet either!" she exclaimed in amazement. "You sure that you want to go through with this? He might be even bigger than the dildo I was going to use to deflower you with!"

"Excuse me?" Lips asked. "Dildo? You were going to do what to her?"

"I'm sure," Maggie stated with total assurance, ignoring Williams obvious confusion.

"Never mind Lips. Come over here so we can see just how hard you can get!" she said with a great deal of wanton lustiness. Lucy was hurriedly undressing herself at the same time.

"Don't forget about me!" she said fearfully. "I want to have a little fun with that myself!" All but ripping her clothing off so as not to be left out.

Lips soon found himself being pulled down to the bed, though he went willingly this time. Almost immediately he felt his prick being licked, tickled and sucked by two eager pairs of lips. Lucy was licking up and down along one side of his rapidly lengthening, thickening shaft while May did the same to the other side. Curiously he lay there watching them, then turning to find Maggie cautiously concerned for her reaction to what the two women were doing to him. Maggie sat next to him on the bed smiling at him, running her fingers lightly over his chest.

"Enjoy yourself," she said smiling. "You're with two very experienced women here," she added. "And besides, it's making me quite randy watching them. And as you'll soon be fucking me anyway, I think the randier I get, the easier it will be for me don't you think?"

Hearing this not quite so innocent woman actually say the word "fuck" surprised him more than just a little bit. But as the overwhelming pleasure of the two women who continued licking and sucking his prick took over whatever inhibitions he still might have had, he merely settled back onto the bed saying the same word he'd just heard Maggie use.

"Oh, fuck!"

"That's better!" May said laughing softly. "Now you're getting into it!"

#

It hadn't taken long, not very long at all before Lips was as hard as a rock and as randy as he had ever been.

"I think he's just about ready don't you May?" Lucy asked.

"More than," she replied back. "What about you Maggie, you ready for this?" Maggie didn't even hesitate, emulating May's words.

"More than," she said already positioning herself flat on her back upon the bed spreading her legs suggestively, going so far as to actually spread her opening much to Williams embarrassed surprise.

"Nobody's going to fucking believe this," Lips stated once again.

"Like I promised, we'll write you some letters...really, really long naughty letters," May said with a promising tease.

"They probably won't believe them either," William said. But he was grinning as he'd said it, feeling rather proud at the moment of his more than ready erection as May began positioning him between Maggie's outstretched legs.

"One thing," May told him seriously. "Follow my instructions and directions to the letter. If you don't, I'll stop this immediately regardless of what you want, or even what Maggie wants. Understood?" she asked in no uncertain terms.

"I understand May," he told her, believing her threat.

"Ok then. I'll tell you what and when to do something. Don't worry about Maggie; she's been practicing for this already. You haven't. And as I recall, you're even more inexperienced at this than she is. So, let me do most of the work myself initially. You just place yourself over her and let me tell you what to do until I tell you to do otherwise. Understood?" she asked again. This time William merely nodded his head "yes" at her.

William felt May place her hand firmly around the shaft of his penis guiding it towards the opening of Maggie's pussy. For several long moments she merely rubbed the head of his prick up and down Maggie's furrow, slickening his prick while ensuring that Maggie's free flowing juices were very much in abundance as she did it. The very act itself was arousing to them both however, and for a moment May worried that William might ejaculate prematurely.

"How's that feeling?" she asked Maggie.

"Nice May. Very nice," Maggie told her excitedly. "And how about you William? You're not ready to cum already are you now?"

William was all but holding his breath. "No..." he said with less assurance than May would have liked. "But if you keep doing that," he left off saying.

"Ok William, I want you to begin to ease yourself into her vagina. But the moment Maggie feels any discomfort; I want her to tell us immediately. When she does, you stop. Don't withdraw yourself from her though, stay exactly where you are. Don't attempt to push inside her any further, but don't withdraw yourself from her any either. Maggie? Did you understand all that? Maggie responded with a nod of her head.

"Good. Lucy? Why don't you come up here on the bed next to her and begin playing with her breasts. She likes that, and I think it will help keep her mind off things until William finally gets his prick all nice and comfy inside her."

More than willing to do just that, Lucy quickly jumped up onto the bed and began playing with Maggie's tits. "Oh yeah. That's going to help...a lot!" Maggie said cheerfully as she lay there enjoying the feeling of Lucy's mouth upon her. "Ok, I think I'm ready now May."

"Ok William, like I said. Slowly, and stop the moment Maggie tells you too."

Maggie felt a bit of pressure as William began easing his rather large penis into her. At first, it was slightly discomforting, but no more than the handle of her hairbrush had been when she'd first felt it attempting to enter her. Maggie concentrated more fully on the erotic little thrills that Lucy was supplying to her breasts, which detracted considerably from the ever-increasing force of pressure upon her pussy.

"Beautiful Maggie!" May exclaimed as she knelt down on the side of the bed with her face mere inches away from the joining between them. "You're doing great!" she said urging her, as well as complimenting her as well as Lips on their efforts. "That's it William. Slowly. Nice and slow now."

Eventually things did reach a point where it was beginning to hurt just a little more than Maggie felt it should be. "OK," she moaned breathlessly, grimacing only slightly.

"Stop!" May said calling out. "Don't move!" she added immediately. Reaching in between them May placed her hand around Williams prick trying to determine just how well things really were moving along here.

"Oh Maggie, you're all but a woman now," she exclaimed excitedly. "By the feel of things, with just a tiny bit more effort he'll be inside you and whatever pain you might feel should be hardly noticeable. So...you ready yet? Or do you want to take a moment longer to compose yourself?"

"I'm ready," Maggie said determinedly. "Make me a woman William. Let me feel you inside me. All of you," she added brazenly.

"Lucy?" May said looking up at her.

"I'm on it May," Lucy said once again bending down to start sucking one of Maggie's nipples.

"While you're doing that, start sucking it harder, even chew on her nipple a little. That should further help her to keep her mind off what's going down between her legs if you give a little pleasuring-pain to her tit." Lucy immediately began sucking harder, even going so far as to reach over pinching Maggie's other nipple between her fingers.

"Ready?" May asked one last time.

"Ah huh," Maggie whispered softly already concentrating on what Lucy was doing to her breasts.

Poor William had been straining himself trying to hold his position. Finally hearing from May that it was ok to begin pressing his prick more forcefully against her he did so, nearly forgetting and ramming himself harder into her than he should have. It did the trick however, as Maggie let out a small little cry of surprised pain, and then shouted almost simultaneously afterwards.

"Oh May! He's in me! He's in me!" she cried out ecstatically.

"Let me see for myself," May admonished them both. "Don't either of you move, not so much as an inch!" she warned, once again reaching in between them with her hand. Lucy sat up expectantly looking towards May's face, as did Maggie. Feeling around momentarily, May grinned. Broadly.

"Balls deep Maggie!" she exclaimed joyously. "You're a full woman now!"

"Boy, I'll say!" Maggie said with surprising humor. "I feel like I'm going to pee though," she admitted. Both May and Lucy burst out laughing. "Don't worry honey, that will go away in a moment or so. And then William here can begin fucking you. Nice and slowly though, in and out. Oh. And William? If you do feel like you're anywhere's near close to spilling your seed? Don't you dare do so inside her. If you can't keep from doing it, make sure you pull out and let it spill upon her belly? Ok?"

"Yes mam," William said feeling slightly annoyed, but understanding at the same time as to the obvious request and the reasoning behind it.

Maggie remained motionless, silent for several minutes, as did everyone else, including May.

"Fuck me Lips!" she said a short time later. "Fuck me, I'm a woman now."

"You always were Maggie," May told her softly. "You always were."

William began to gently move himself in and out of her with a great carefulness, probably even more so than what was actually necessary. As they did, and as Maggie began undulating beneath him in ever increasing desire, May moved back onto the bed slipping her hand down between Lucy's legs where she could begin frigging her clit.

"Hmmm do me too!" she told Lucy, who immediately began doing so. "Let's see if we can make each other cum when they do," she suggested as the two of them sat watching Maggie's first ever coupling with William.

#

If Maggie thought she'd have an easy day after their late night romp in May's bedroom she had another think coming. At the crack of dawn, May had woken her so that she would be able to help her with all the preparations for making their Thanksgiving meal. Considerably tender, Maggie was almost glad to be up and moving around as she became less and less uncomfortable as the day progressed. The one thing she really enjoyed however was the almost doting attention that William, "Lips" as Maggie still preferred calling him, gave to her. Even as she worked helping with the meals or cleaning rooms, Lips would find some reason to search her out, either giving her a cuddle or a kiss or two whenever he could. All in all, it was shaping up to be a rather pleasant day. Even Mrs. Gail was planning on joining them in the dinning room as opposed to taking her meal in her room as she usually did.

They had all shared a wonderful meal, feeling stuffed and sleepy afterwards from the turkey. William and Lucy both had helped with clearing as well as cleaning the dishes afterwards as Maggie and May had done most of the cooking and preparations. Mrs. Gail was back in her room already sound asleep when May suggested that the four of them retire to the parlor for a glass of brandy together prior to retiring to bed.

"When is it you're leaving again?" May asked Lips after everyone had been given a glass of brandy, seating themselves comfortably to enjoy it.

"Tomorrow morning," he told her. "Early. I need to catch the train into San Antonio so I can catch my flight out tomorrow afternoon." May sat there sipping her wine in contemplation.

"Lucy? Would you mind keeping an eye on things, in particular Mrs. Gail tomorrow?"

"Sure May. Why?" she asked.

"Maggie and I will drive William into San Antonio tomorrow. That will give her a little more time to say good-bye to him," she answered knowingly. Maggie smiled happily. She was already dreading saying good-bye enough as it was, surprised that she found herself already having feelings towards William after having just met him a few days ago.

They all sat chatting; enjoying their brandy's by the nice warm fire William had started in the massive fireplace earlier. May at last stood up having finished hers. "Lucy? Why don't you and I retire to my room where we can better entertain one another and leave the these two alone where they can amuse themselves in privacy during their last night alone." Smiling, Lucy drained the last of her brandy following May out of the room.

"Have fun you two!" Lucy added sweetly closing the tall doublewide doors behind her.

"There's a large comforter in the cedar chest," Maggie said pointing to it. "It might be more comfortable if we were to spread it out on the floor next to the fire." As Lips went to the chest to retrieve the oversized down filled covering, Maggie immediately began removing her clothing, turning off the lights, leaving the fire as the only remaining source of light in the room.

"You look beautiful," he told her turning around and spotting her nude form as she stood in front of the fire waiting for him. Strangely, Maggie wondered if this was what it was like, feeling like a bride on her wedding night. And though they had already made love, it was the first time they would be doing so alone together.

"Thank you," Maggie said feeling herself actually blushing at the compliment. "I'm really going to miss you," she added.

"I'm going to miss you too. Will you write to me?"

"Every day," Maggie answered. William laughed. "Once a week at least would be fine. I doubt I'll be able to respond much more than that myself as busy as I'm sure I'll find myself being."

"But I won't," Maggie stated sitting down on the blanket once he had spread it out before the fire. "And besides, I enjoy writing, I write something in my diary every single day. So writing you a letter will be enjoyable for me, even if you only write me back once every week or so."

Maggie was looking up at him as he stood over her. "Well? You just going to stand there and stare at me? Or are you going to undress and make love to me?"

"Both," he answered continuing to look at her, though he finally began removing his shirt, smiling wickedly at her as he did. Maggie placed herself more comfortably upon the covering, slowly beginning to caress and fondle her breasts for him as he finished undressing.

"This is kind of fun, watching you undress as I touch myself."

"It is for me too," he answered finally becoming just as naked as she.

"Come here, let me taste you," Maggie stated as he walked over towards her as she now knelt before him drawing his already hardened prick into her mouth.

Enveloped by the warmth of the flickering fire Maggie tenderly, slowly traced delicate little patterns up and down the length of his shaft. Feeling his knees grow weakened as she did, Maggie smiled knowingly, sensing the pleasure that he was feeling as she continued teasing him with her lips and tongue.

"Stop Maggie, please stop," he told her a short time later. "I don't know how much more of this I can stand."

"You in some sort of a hurry?"

"No...why?"

"We have all night," she reminded him once again capturing his cock inside her mouth sucking it firmly before removing it in order to speak. "Plenty of time for you to recover," she added, sucking him even more firmly afterwards.

"Oh my. Oh fuck!" he groaned passionately. "Maggie, Maggie...MAGGIE!" He cried out emptying himself into her as she in turn smoothly, easily drank his essence allowing an escape of her own pleasure in having done so with her own affirming mewlings.

No longer able to support his own weight, Lips dropped down onto the floor beside her. A twinkling of stars still spinning around inside his head as he fought to catch up with his breathlessness, still swimming in a sea of ecstasy that had robbed him entirely of his senses. Lying by his side, Maggie continued to lovingly fondle his semi-rigid prick, caressing it and enjoying the residue of his still slippery fluids, which partially coated his shaft. She did so without intent of arousal, merely acquainting herself even more knowingly with his prick. Maggie delighted in the flexibility of it as he softened slightly, moments later, feeling him growing firmer again.

"You really are fucking amazing," he told her a considerable time later.

"How would you know? You've but fucked me once," she responded teasingly.

"Then its time we did something about that don't you think?" he said rolling over placing himself between her legs.

"Very much so William," Maggie said. "Fill me darling. Fill me with your manhood and let me feel what it's like to be a woman again."

Slowly, almost maddeningly so, William began to press himself into her, inch by agonizing inch drawing out the process almost as though he was taking her virginity away all over again. And in some respect, he was. The tenderness Maggie had experienced earlier that morning returned as his massive prick began to caress the torn, still tender folds of her inner flesh. Eventually however, he had succeeded in burying himself inside her fully, resting there and allowing her to more comfortably accept him, growing accustomed to his entry.

"Now William. Now!" Maggie said reaching around clasping his ass with her hands as she lifted her ass, pulling her legs into the air feeling him slide into her even more deeply if that were possible. Which it was.

Sensuously, erotically, William and Maggie moved almost imperceptibly together for each of them, which seemed like eons. Like an intricate, perfectly choreographed dance, they met one another's thrusts, presses, in slow motion. Moving together so as to explore each and every avenue of their inner flesh as they joined together before the warmth of the fire. Feeling the heat as it bathed them outwardly, though not nearly as passionately as it bathed them both internally through their slow almost agonizing coupling.

"I love you," he told her driving into her deeply, forcing the air from her lungs as he did.

Surprised by his revelation, she had known now herself that she felt for him in the very same way. "I love you too William," she responded, hugging him to her even more firmly. "Now...fuck me my love. Fuck me hard!"

Unselfishly, each of them strove to bring pleasure to the other, arriving at the penultimate moment of intimacy simultaneously as though planned, yet so wonderfully and beautifully unexpected. Maggie, feeling her pussy bloom in a myriad of sparkling sensations that caused the satin silkiness from her pussy to coat Williams spewing prick, mingling her juices with his as he filled her to near over flowing. With a mutually satisfying mixture of grunts, groans along with hard felt moans of emotion, they eventually collapsed against one another in blissful sleep, which is where May found them the following morning in front of the still warm though dying coals of the fireplace.

#

Initially the long drive towards San Antonio was spent in silence. With May driving, Maggie and William sitting in back of her nearly new 1940 Plymouth, the continued silence was deafening.

May had already guessed at the sudden closeness, which Maggie and Lips had developed for one another in so short a time. Feeling her sadness even as she sat in the front seat driving. Maggie had confessed to her just before leaving that she was in hopes of actually being with child. Something, which she would learn years later, like May, she never would be.

"You two going to sit there like sour grapes the entire way?" May wondered aloud looking into her rear view mirror at them. "We're less than a full hour away," she needlessly reminded them both. "I can certainly think of things that I could be doing in your places if it were me." She said grinning towards them through the small sized mirror. "I promise, I'll keep my eyes on the road...most of the time anyway," she added. "If the two of you would like to more intimately say good-bye to one another before we actually get there!"

Maggie finally managed a small smile. "That really does sound rather naughty don't you think so William? Would you like to fuck me one last time before we get there?" she asked already hiking up the skirt she was wearing as well as reaching over to undo the fly on his uniform trousers.

"No," he said surprising her, stopping her hand momentarily from retrieving his stiffening member. "But I would like to make love to you one last time before we do," he said grinning.

"How sweet," May stated from the front seat.

"Shut up and drive May," Maggie warned her jokingly. "And keep your eyes peeled for any cops," she added somewhat cautiously. May laughed.

"Don't worry, and besides, I think the police have a lot more to worry about these days than some couple fucking in the backseat of a car."

Although hiking her skirt up had been the easy part, Maggie was wearing garters and stockings over her panties making it virtually impossible to remove them. "Give me your pocket knife," she told Lips. Without asking why, he did so. Fishing it out of his pocket with some difficulty, cramped as he was as Maggie sat astride him already.

"Here," he said handing it to her with the blade already opened. "What are you going to do?" Without explaining herself however, Maggie accepted the knife carefully reaching down cutting away one side of her panties until she could finish tearing them away with her hand. Handing him back the knife blade once again folded, she gave him her torn, cut panties stuffing them into the pocket of his Army jumper. "Something to remember me by," she said kissing him, feeling his prick already nestling softly against the folds of her now exposed and very wet pussy.

William glanced up catching May's eyes in the mirror looking at him, a small tear clearly, easily seen as it gathered threatening to run down her cheek. "Keep your eyes on the road May," he chastised her sweetly, watching as she did indeed look forward, blinking quickly in an effort to keep the tear from actually falling.

Maggie felt his hardness pressing against her opening. Reaching down she placed her small tiny hand around the greatness of it, spreading herself even more widely until she felt the tip of his prick slowly penetrating her. Only then did she release him and begin to slowly slide her rapidly moistening pussy around him gathering him inside.

Unlike the slow almost casual way they had made love the evening before, this was more frenzied, almost animalistic as they moved against one another, grunting, groaning with abandon as they unabashedly drove towards their combined pleasures.

"Fuck. The two of you are making me randy!" May quipped from the front seat.

"Eyes on the road May!" Maggie and Lips said in near perfect unison, laughing afterwards.

"Spoil sports," May mumbled from the front seat, already exploring herself however with her free hand as she sat, one eye on the road, one in the mirror as she silently smiled, tears running freely down both cheeks.

#

As William was flying out on an Army transport as opposed to a civilian airliner, May was forced to drop him off in front of the gate. Having composed herself, Maggie stood kissing him holding on to him for as long as she could until forced to take her arms, William did so pushing her away.

"Write me," he told her.

"Everyday," she promised coming to him once again. And again they kissed, embracing until Lips began to feel uncomfortable with the Army guard standing there watching the two of them only a few short feet away.

"Come back to me William!" Maggie said as Lips stooped over retrieving his duffle bag, turning towards the gate as well as the guard who was waiting for him.

"I will Maggie. I promise!"

It was an even longer drive back. Longer still as neither woman spoke the entire way home. Each lost in their own thoughts of past loves, past dreams. Most of which for May were beyond recovery. Though she hoped in Maggie's case, would be only the beginning of a life filled with happiness and joy, unlike the way in which most of hers had been spent.

#

It was with some minor relief to an otherwise melancholy drive home that they arrived only to find Jack standing on the porch waiting for them as they pulled in.

"Jack! Jack!" May shouted out at him as she exited the car almost before she'd managed to stop it completely. "You're back. And early too!" she stated excitedly. Running towards him, she surprised him by nearly leaping into his arms as he stood there waiting for her.

"My, my. What's gotten into you?" he asked.

"You...hopefully! And soon too! I'm as naughty as a pine!" she told him.

"Hi Maggie!" he said waving over his shoulder towards her as May ushered him quickly into the house. But before she could answer, or even wave back, they had disappeared.

"Hi Jack," Maggie said under her breath. Finding herself envious of May at the moment. As her lover had come home, whereas hers had just gone, and having absolutely no idea when she would ever see him again either.

Little did Maggie realize as she walked towards the house that war was just days away. And with it, a loss too horrible to imagine as well as a future so bleak that she could have never of dreamt it except in her worse possible nightmare.

#

With the arrival of the new week, May's boarders had begun returning. And along with that, a hectic busy work schedule once again. Maggie didn't mind it however as it helped in keeping her mind occupied. As promised, she had written William faithfully every day, including the afternoon in which they'd returned from having driven him into San Antonio. Her only concern was that May had seemingly picked up a horrible cold, which she appeared to be having trouble shaking. Coughing almost constantly looking the worse for wear, Maggie had taken it upon herself to begin doing more and more of the needed and required chores around the house. Even Jack had leant a helping hand around the place as had Lucy who'd stayed on even though she'd been told she had a "job". Deciding to do so until May could once again get back on her own two feet. May continuously got out of bed to "check on things" however, with Jack constantly chasing her back into bed.

As had become one of Maggie's favorite things to look forward to, she'd taken her afternoon walk down the long dirt lane from the boarding house leading out to the main highway to where their mail was delivered. She had written William yet another letter, which she would place in the mailbox for pickup just as she'd been doing every day since his departure. Secretly she was also hoping that he had finally written her back. It had been over a week now since he'd left and she hadn't heard anything from him. No idea as to what he was doing, or if in fact he still thought about her as much as she found herself thinking about him. With hopes high on a reasonably clear sun-shiny Saturday afternoon, Maggie made her way down the road to the mailbox, squealing with surprise and delight when she retrieved the mail finding a letter there waiting for her from William.

Unable to wait before reading it, Maggie began opening the letter dropping nearly everything else onto the ground in her haste to do so. As it was one of those specially designed 'service' letters that the men used to write home, it wasn't an envelope she could easily tear open and read. Maggie had to carefully peel it apart to keep from tearing the contents. But once she had, she hurriedly began reading.

"My dearest darling Maggie," she read. Wanting to savor each and every word, every sentence, Maggie read it again before continuing.

"My dearest darling," she thought to herself sighing heavily, as she re-read the opening.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to write to you any earlier. But they have been keeping us pretty busy here lately. Word has reached us that there are some sort of concerns regarding the base where I am stationed. We've been very busy seeing to it that no acts of sabotage can take place against the planes I've been stationed here to guard. But enough about what I've been doing. I've been thinking of you darling, every single day. Wondering how you are, remembering that incredible night we spent together, as well as the wild ride in May's car on the drive to San Antonio. Oh, and by the way, tell May and Lucy I said hello and that I miss them as well. But I miss you most of course Maggie. And I love you. As soon as I am able I will get leave and come home to you. There is something I have been thinking about ever since my arrival here. And something important I want to ask you the next time we're together. As there is very little room for any more writing on these damn form letters they've given us, I fear I must close for now.

Your Lips."

Scrambling to retrieve the mail she had accidentally dropped, Maggie raced back up the road towards the house anxious to share her letter with everyone, holding Williams letter close against her breast as she ran.

#

The following morning Lucy and Jack had gotten up, dressed and headed into town. There were several items that were needed, including some cold remedy's they'd decided to get for May as she continued to get worse and had begun coughing up blood. Maggie had just helped Mrs. Gail down from her room so she could sit and listen to one of her favorite programs on the radio in the parlor. It was just shortly after noon as she stepped out onto the porch, seeing May's car as Jack drove it far too fast, way too recklessly towards the house.

"Something's wrong!" Maggie said to herself as she watched them approach. Just then she heard Mrs. Gail scream.

Fearful as to why Jack was driving so fast, it was Mrs. Gail however that had become her immediate concern. Running back into the house she reached her, saw that she was sobbing uncontrollably covering her face in her hands, muttering over and over as she did. "They just bombed Pearl Harbor!" she said over and over again.

"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.

Things really could have been better between them. How it had gotten to be like this Maggie wasn't really sure. She had perhaps let him know in no uncertain terms that she couldn't love him the way he'd wanted her to. Most likely, he was trying to punish her for that. But she'd given him all she could of herself, "everything but my heart" she said again repeating the words as a reminder.

Maggie could have walked away, could have remained at the boarding house for that matter. But she wasn't foolish enough to think she really had a head for business...yet. Nor that she'd be able to make it on her own without help. Unfortunately, it was a man's world at the moment. And she was merely a woman struggling to find herself. But she would. Given time she knew that she would.

#

They were married late the following afternoon by a Justice of the Peace in the grand hall of the Hotel. Maggie found herself amused as she stood by Jack's side greeting their guests. Most of the men leaning forward to steal a kiss from her, one or two actually reaching out to brush against her breasts with their hands. Obviously word had spread amongst the men of the lucky few who'd been invited to sample her treasures. Even the women Maggie found amusing as many of them with a perfunctory hug, and a kiss that never quite landed on her cheek walked by, congratulating Jack enthusiastically, briefly stopping to barely nod their heads at her in greeting as they passed. Only one seemed to stop in front of her as though intent on actually wanting to meet her.

"I'm Gladys," she said extending her hand. "Congratulations on your marriage," she offered sincerely, obviously unaware of the rumors already spreading like wildfire around the room.

"Jack? Would you excuse me for a minute?" Maggie asked. "There's someone here I want to talk to for a moment...Lucy's sister," she added not wanting him to become suspicious unnecessarily about anything. Jack smiled, broadly taking her hand to shake it.

"Lucy's sister huh? Well, well. It's nice to meet you. Lucy's really a great gal!" He added equally as sincere, becoming for a brief moment the old Jack that Maggie had once known, and actually cared about. "Sure sweetheart. You go on ahead and visit. I'm in need of a drink anyway," he said turning away heading off towards the open bar.

"There's so much to tell you. About your sister," Maggie said drawing Gladys aside. She seemed hesitant initially, pulling back from her almost standoffishly. Gladys certainly wasn't an attractive or even beautiful woman by any means, more like handsome if a term could be used to actually describe a woman. Which she was. Wearing her hair far shorter than what was fashionable with very little makeup, Gladys seemed almost masculine in a way though her sudden smile hinted at a femininity lying just below the surface.

"You really do know her? Know where she is?" Gladys asked, suddenly excited coming to understand that this wasn't some kind of a horrible joke. "It's been years since I've seen her," she added. "I didn't know if she was even alive."

"Well she is Gladys. And she wants to talk to you!" Maggie said smiling, happier inside than she had felt in weeks now. They sat themselves down at a quiet table in the corner. Maggie told her a little about Lucy, what she looked like now, what she was doing. Leaving out all the more private intimate memories, things that Lucy could decide for herself what to share, or what not to share with her sister, when they talked. Which Maggie now knew...they would.

#

With the war well underway, turning into what appeared would be a long arduous struggle of hardship, suffering as well as commitment, Jack began spending more and more time away from Maggie. Out of necessity rather than anything else, as the government contracts he's secured demanded his almost constant attention, Jack had been required to travel extensively, leaving Maggie alone in their home for long periods of time. He'd given her a small allowance, which she hardly if ever spent on herself. Maggie remained in contact with the Attorney who'd written up May's will, handling her estate. As such, she soon hired him to invest what little funds she could save, including a small meager portion of her profits from the boarding house, most of which she'd already forced Lucy into accepting as she did most of the work. Running the business and keeping things afloat, Maggie felt that Lucy deserved most of what she made far more than she did. Gradually, over time however, Maggie had increased her savings nearly doubling what she'd been left with from the estate as well as the meager investments that her Attorney carefully placed and watched over for her.

By late summer it appeared as though the United States would finally win this horrible war, though it was far from over. Life once again began to take on a much more cheery outlook with families taking picnics, even beginning to travel together, taking trips going places and needing places to stay when they got there.

Lucy had called her a few days before to tell her how crazy things had been of late. The boarding house was constantly full, and Lucy had finally had to hire additional help in order to get things done. All in all, things were looking up. With Jack away, not expected to return for several weeks this time, Maggie decided it was time to pay her old friend a visit. She'd saved enough for travel expenses, even going so far as to leave word with Jack's "sexretary" as she called her, knowing that it was she, and not Maggie who often traveled with him by his side. Telling her where she would be in the event Jack even wanted to reach her for some reason, Maggie left...excited and enthusiastic about seeing Lucy again after nearly a year.

Lucy met her at the train station, running up to her immediately hugging her and crying joyously as they saw one another for the first time in so many month's a part.

They spent nearly the entire night catching one another up on what had happened during their time a part. Maggie finally told Lucy how much Jack had changed, their farce of a marriage, as well as the difficulties she'd been living with, especially regarding all the men that Jack continually brought home with him for her to fuck and take care of sexually. Lucy had also confirmed that she'd spent nearly an entire week visiting with her sister Gladys. She'd come all the way out to see her on the pretense of visiting a friend. The subject of Lucy's family, the way her father felt about her still as strong as ever.

"Oh Maggie! I'm so sorry! I had no idea!" Lucy exclaimed, shocked, surprised, even angry as she thought of him, realizing everything Maggie had been going through because of it.

"Don't worry kiddo," Maggie said, emulating May as she spoke, which they both realized she had done, actually laughing about it. "I've nearly saved up enough that I'll be able to stand on my own two feet soon. When I do, I have it in writing that Jack will give me an uncontested divorce. When he does, I'll be free of him. Forever!"

With plenty of help to keep the place running smoothly, Lucy talked Maggie into driving into San Antonio with her to celebrate. "Maybe even go to dinner or see a movie!" Lucy had suggested. "Not only that," she said almost conspiratorially. "There's a lot of military guys in town recently too. Maybe you and I can convince a couple of them to take us out for dancing and drinks!"

Though the idea of a nice dinner, even a movie sounded good to her especially as it had been so long since she'd even seen one, the thought of going out with anyone, especially someone wearing a uniform was far less than entertaining. Still, she felt she owed it to Lucy. She'd already confessed to her earlier that it had actually been several month's since she'd gone to bed with anyone, working as hard as she had been, and without any real prospects boarding with her now, the idea of dancing, drinks was obviously something Maggie couldn't very well turn down and keep her friend from enjoying.

"Maybe we'll both find a good serviceman!" Lucy said implying the double entendre as she spoke. Maggie did enjoy a good laugh over that one. Something else she had missed doing. Laughing again. It was good to be home.

#

They had enjoyed a good movie as well as a nice dinner, now finding them selves strolling down the sidewalks of San Antonio being ogled by several men, many of which were wearing uniforms.

"Can we buy you ladies a drink?" Someone asked from behind them. Turning, Maggie wasn't at all surprised to see two fairly handsome men wearing Marine uniforms standing behind them having just stepped outside from the club they'd just passed. By the ribbons each was wearing just above the pockets on their jumpers, they'd been several places, most likely seeing quite a bit of action too.

"Sure!" Lucy said without bothering to look at Maggie to see if she was interested. "After all, wasn't that the reason they were really here for?" Maggie asked herself going along.

Allowing themselves to be escorted inside, they soon took up a rather large booth in a fairly darkened section. Giving the waitress their orders, the guys soon introduced themselves.

"Names Andrew James," the one closest to Maggie said, moving even closer to sit by her. Obviously she was "his" for the evening she thought as the other slightly younger looking man slid in next to Lucy. "Mine's Fred," he said introducing himself more to Lucy, effectively doing the same thing with her.

"Elizabeth," Maggie said using her formal name before Lucy could say anything, though Lucy did look towards her smiling in understanding that nobody really knew her by that name, or would call her that unless they knew her. "Lucy." Lucy said, snuggling up almost immediately next to Fred.

Several drinks later with as many dances, it became obvious that the boys were in hopes of pushing their luck.

"Don't suppose the two of you would consider getting a room?" Fred asked hopefully. This time Lucy did glance towards Maggie without responding first, seeking her approval. Maggie nodded her head somewhat reluctantly, doing so only because she'd seen how excited Lucy had become over the suggestion.

"But only one room though," Maggie said speaking up before Lucy could.

"We can do that!" Andrew stated, obviously surprised at their sudden good fortune. "Twin beds though ok?" he said nervously glancing over towards his buddy. Obviously, this was one contingency they hadn't thought completely through yet however.

"Twin beds are fine," Maggie told him seeing the look of relief in his face when she responded.

"Great! There's a motel just down the street from here," Andrew said. "I know it, as I used to live nearby here," he told them standing up. "And," he added excitedly, "We can stop by on our way there and pick up something to drink for inside the room."

"You ok with this?" Lucy whispered worriedly to Maggie the moment they stepped outside of the club.

"No worries kiddo. It's been a while, but I think I know how to have a good time," Maggie said winking at her. Andrew immediately placed his arm around Maggie's waist as Fred had done with Lucy. And together, the four of them walked the few short blocks towards the motel, stopping along the way to purchase a bottle of whisky, entering their motel room a short time after that.

The 'boys' stood around for a few moments appearing quite nervous and unsure as to who should make the next move. As late as it was, and as tired as she was Maggie decided that she would help hurry things along.

"Why don't you guys fix us all something to drink while Lucy and I make ourselves a little more comfortable?" she offered. Letting them off the hook from appearing any less experienced than they already were, they immediately spread out looking for glasses to make drinks with while Maggie stood, unashamedly removing her clothing, as did Lucy a moment or two later.

"Lights?" Fred asked as he stood there in his boxers trying to keep his obvious erection from worming it's way outside of them exposing himself.

"Lights," Maggie said in agreement, once again seeing his relief as he reached over shutting them off. In the near total darkness, Maggie felt Andrew stumble over towards the bed, removing his underwear as he did, slipping in beside her beneath the sheets. She was anxious to pretty much get things going, and over with when he touched her. He was trembling almost violently. Maggie smiled remembering a similar encounter.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked too quietly for anyone else to hear. "It's ok if you are, I'll teach you," she said just as quietly, suddenly no longer in such a hurry as she had been.

"Yes," she heard the simple answer confirming her suspicions.

"In that case, roll over onto your back, let me do all the work," she said softly.

For once she was glad that Lucy moaned and groaned as loudly as she did whenever she made love with anyone. It gave her a chance to gently talk to Andrew telling him what to do, and what not to do as she sat atop him riding his cock. She told him how good it felt, stroking his ego a little, and though it actually did feel good, Maggie wasn't interested in striving for her own enjoyments, wanting however to ensure that Andrew did. After all, a person's first time was meant to be memorable, even cherished just as hers had been.

"Oh yeah baby. That feel's really, really good," she told him cooing in his ear as she leaned over allowing him to lick and suck her breasts simultaneously. Maggie could sense when he became too excited, nearly losing it twice. She had stopped both times holding him still, soothing him to relax, to enjoy it...allowing the pleasure to subside a little before beginning again. Next to her, she could tell by Fred's rapidly escalating breathing that Lucy was having no such luck in calming her "serviceman" as she'd jokingly called him earlier. And as she also realized, Lucy was now straining just as fiercely to arrive at her own climax knowing full well there was no way she was going to stop Fred now from reaching his.

For the first time in her entire life, Maggie faked an orgasm. Doing so for Andrew's self confidence as a newly made man.

"Oh Baby! Oh Baby!" she screamed out drowning Lucy as well as Fred's moans. "I'm gonna cum honey...fuck me...fuck me....FUCK ME!" Maggie wailed at the top of her lungs, convulsing, shaking convincingly as she felt Andrew's prick erupting geyser after geyser of sperm into her womb. Only afterwards did Maggie even remotely worry about becoming pregnant, heading into the bathroom as quickly as she could to wash out as much of his semen from herself as was possible for her to do, returning a short time later with a smile on her face seeing a very pleased and pleasured one on Andrews face too.

"Wow Maggie. I don't think I've ever heard you cum quite that hard before!" Lucy had said teasingly, and more than just a little bit jealous as it had been obvious that she hadn't by the sounds of Fred's immediate grunting and groaning followed shortly after that by another soft moan from Lucy. One in which Maggie had heard far too often, a moan not of pleasure, but of frustration. She'd obviously not gotten there before Fred had.

"Maggie? I thought you said it was Elizabeth," Andrew said sitting up in bed drawing the sheet over himself shyly covering his nakedness. Maggie was still nude not at all uncomfortable parading around naked as she poured herself a glass of water taking a drink before answering.

"Well both actually," she said. "My friends call me Maggie," she explained now that the cat had been let out of the bag. Glancing towards Lucy, she saw her mouth the word "Sorry" at her. But she smiled, letting her know it was ok. No big deal.

"Have an Army buddy that says he used to know a woman named Maggie that lived pretty close by here," he said.

Maggie almost choked on the second gulp of water she'd taken. He'd said "have" present tense, not "had" past tense as he would have, should have, if his friend was no longer living.

"Oh really?" Maggie asked a small knot suddenly forming deep within the pit of her stomach.

"Yeah. She used to work at some boarding house he told me. Another woman ran the place, think he told me that her name was...."

"May!" Maggie said aloud, not even realizing that she had until Andrew responded back to her.

"Yeah! That's the name...May! How'd you know?" he asked suddenly.

"I'm that Maggie," she said simply sitting down on the side of the bed, the room suddenly beginning to spin around her as she fought for control, dreading the next question she was about to ask him but knowing she had to.

"What was his name? Your friend?" Maggie asked.

"William Benjamin Roberts," he told her. "But we all call him Lips."

Even Lucy was stunned by this revelation as everything unfolded in front of her too. "Maggie? Maggie?" She kept saying over and over. "It can't be...can it? He's dead isn't he?" she said turning to face Andrew who was staring at the two of them as though they were both crazy.

"Lips? Hell no he aint dead. Damn near...but no, he's not. Just saw him before coming home on leave," Andrew stated growing more and more confused by the moment. "Ran into him by accident at the hospital where he's still recuperating. Went in to have my wound looked at one last time to make sure it was healing properly." Andrew pointed out a still red slightly angry looking scar on his upper thigh. "Took one in the leg," he stated proudly. "Even got a medal for it...purple heart."

Maggie hadn't heard a single word he'd said beyond, "Just saw him before coming home on leave..."

Steeling herself, Maggie gathered her wits about her fighting the urge to throw up which she nearly had, twice.

"Andrew...tell me what happened to him. Everything, the full story. And don't leave ANYTHING out!" Her tone of voice told him she was deadly serious, and even as late as it was, he wasn't going anywhere until he did.

"It's a long story," he'd indicated. "Sort of bizarre in a way too, most people wouldn't even believe it to hear it," he said trying to beg off.

"Tell me anyway," Maggie said sternly. "Take as long as is necessary Andrew, because we're not going anywhere."

"Well, like I said. It was by accident really. I was heading down the hallway of the hospital when I saw them wheeling him out of the rehabilitation room where they work with the guys who've lost arms and legs...you know."

"No, I don't know," she said reminding him. "You mean he..."

"Yeah, had one of his legs blown off," Andrew said sounding rather indifferent about it. "Anyway, he sees me just when I see him, even turns his head away like he's trying to ignore me or something, trying to hide from me. But like I said, I know it him. Hey Lips! I called out. Long time no see buddy. What happened to you anyway?"

"And?" Maggie pressed.

"Well, so now that he knows that I know who he is, he lets me wheel him outside so we can talk and have a smoke together. Anyway, that's when he tells me what happened to him."

Andrew could see by the look on Maggie's face that she was growing impatient with him.

"Like I said, it's a long story, but if you want to hear it, let me tell it...my way. Would you mind fixing me a drink?" he asked quickly.

Maggie nearly jumped off the bed in order to do so; still naked, caring less that she was as she poured some whisky in a glass handing it to him while he continued.

"That morning seems a friend of his had a buddy who was stationed on board the Arizona. Problem was, he didn't have a pass to get off base with. Lips did. So he gave it to him to use so he could go over and visit his friend. Shortly after that, the Japanese attacked. Lips said that a bomb exploded near where he was standing, which is when he lost one of his legs, knocking him silly too. I guess he was in a coma or something for like nearly three month's. At first, nobody knew who he was; his dog tags had been ripped away by the force of the explosion so they had no way to identify him either. As far as the Army was concerned, he'd died aboard the Arizona, as they'd found the pass he'd given his friend, and they simply assumed from that, he was amongst the men who are still actually entombed inside the ship. I guess another bomb hit the records center, so that fucked everything else up too, which is another reason they've had such a difficult time trying to find out where everyone really was and who they really were. Even the guy who actually did die on the Arizona wasn't discovered until I told the doctor's about Lips."

"What do you mean that you told the Doctor's about William? Didn't he tell them when he woke out of the coma?" Maggie asked.

"I was just getting to that part," he told her. "No in fact, he didn't. When he came out of his coma the first thing he discovered was that he no longer had a leg. To hear him tell it, he suddenly wished he really was dead. Anyway, then he sees the name on his chart, John Doe or some such shit, so then he realizes they don't have a clue as to who he really is. Even when they found out he was awake and started asking him for his name, he pretended to have amnesia, which apparently the Doctor's bought off on as there were a bunch of guys who really did. Anyway, they keep calling him John, as nobody still knows who the hell he is, and he has no desire to tell anyone for some reason. Which he wouldn't tell me about either. Finally, curious about himself, as to what they do or don't know, he pretends to remember something, a name. Someone he says he thought he knew or that might know him. So he gives them his own name. They check of course, and inform him that his buddy, who is actually himself they're checking into, was killed on board the Arizona. So as far as they're concerned, he's dead. And now...as far as he's concerned, he's dead too. So, for the better part of nearly a year he's this John Doe guy going through rehab for his leg pretending he's actually dead when I show up. Anyway, after we talk I went and told the Doctor's who he really is. Figured that after everything he's been through, the least that's owed him is all that back-pay he has coming to him if nothing else."

"How did you find out about me?" Maggie asked, still having trouble believing William was actually alive.

"Oh yeah that. While we were outside talking, somehow the subject came up how he'd just barely missed seeing me but that I had just shipped out prior to his arrival. He'd mentioned that he'd then gone looking for a place to stay for a few days before shipping out himself shortly before the war started. Told me about May who ran the place, but then told me about a woman named Maggie who had taken his virginity."

Suddenly Andrew realized that Maggie was the same Maggie who had just taken his too. His face grew red with embarrassment. But at the same time, he saw just how bizarre this entire story really was. "Holy shit! Imagine the odds!" You took William's cherry, and now...you took mine!"

"You were a fucking virgin?" Fred said surprised.

"Shut up Fred," Lucy said. "So were you!" She said guessing, but hitting the mark perfectly when his face flushed even more brightly than Andrews had.

Maggie now knew there was but one more question remaining to be answered. "So...where is he?" she asked.

Andrew nearly told her. "Funny you should ask that," he said. "Lips told me, that if anyone ever asked, I wasn't to tell them. I promised," he added sheepishly.

"Andrew, you have to tell me. I need to see him. I need to go to him!" Maggie pleaded.

Almost smugly Andrew folded his arms across his chest. "What's in it for me if I do?" he asked.

Maggie glared at him for a moment, seeing that any threats certainly wouldn't work with him now; she softened. "The best blowjob you'll ever have!" she said seriously.

Andrew's eyes lit up. "Even get to cum in your mouth?" he asked wickedly.

"That too, "Maggie promised, honestly annoyed for the first time in her life in performing sex for a favor. "Now, where is he?"

"He's in the VA hospital, at least he still was a week ago."

"What VA hospital? Where?" she asked again.

"Where everyone goes," he said simply, San Diego!"

"Oh my God! Maggie!" Lucy shouted. But Maggie was shouting the same thing inside her own head.

"Oh my God! OH....MY....GOD!"

#

Maggie caught the earliest flight out that she possibly could heading back to San Diego promising to call Lucy as soon as she'd been to see William at the hospital.

Arriving at the airport, Maggie took the first available cab she could get not even bothering to go home first before asking the driver to take her to the VA as quickly as it was possible for him to do. Maggie's heart was beating wildly as she contemplated what she was going to say to him, how she'd react to his injuries, not really caring that he'd lost a leg, caring that he had of course, but not caring that he no longer had one. The important thing, "he was alive!" Maggie said excitedly to herself.

It took very little time to find out which floor he was on and which room he was in. As though in a dream, Maggie made her way down the starch white halls smelling of antiseptics and disinfectants peering in nearly every room she passed looking for his room number. Suddenly she saw it. Holding her breath feeling dizzy, faint, all at the same time, she pushed against the door walking in. William was lying in bed, resting, his eyes closed. "It's really you!" Maggie said not intending to wake him as she spoke. Slowly William's eyes opened, he turned towards her, surprise registering as they did, suddenly turning cold, piercing...angry.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he questioned her. "Go away!"

Maggie had never heard such anger, such venom in his voice before. She staggered backwards slightly reeling from the impact of his words, her emotions already running rampant, confused as she tried to absorb the true meaning of his words.

"I didn't know," she said trying again to reach him as though he was somehow mad at her, angry with her for not coming to him sooner. "I thought you were dead."

"I am dead," he said less harshly. "Now, Maggie please," he begged, saying her name, "Go away."

"But William, I love you...your letter." Her thoughts were spinning, confused, and disoriented, "This wasn't how it was supposed to be," she thought. She'd played the scenario over and over in her mind ever since she'd gotten on board the plane. She'd come to his room, he'd see her surprised yes, but then weeping uncontrollably holding her, just as she would weep, but her tears, tears of joy excitement and pleasure at seeing one another, being with one another again.

"But I don't love you," he'd said. "Never did. You were a good fuck Maggie. Maybe even a great fuck. But that's all you were, all you ever will be to me. Now please, go away, leave me alone. I don't want to ever see you again." His look was fierce, penetrating. He was all but spitting venom at her as he spoke. Shocked, frightened hurt beyond all reason, Maggie turned running out of the room back down the hallway from which she'd come. Not even remembering how she had actually gotten there when she found herself standing outside on the sidewalk sobbing uncontrollably.

Maggie called Lucy late that afternoon.

"Well? So tell me. How'd it go?" she'd asked anxiously.

"He really is dead Lucy," she told her. "He died a long time ago."

#

Maggie settled her head comfortably against the headrest closing her eyes. As much as she had done it, she still hated flying. As the plane taxied down the runway gaining speed, lifting up into the air, she allowed her thoughts to drift back to better times, better days.

It had been nearly six years since the war had ended. Six very long difficult years. For Maggie it had gotten to the point where there was very little she enjoyed doing or looked forward to anymore. Still married, she and Jack hardly if ever spoke let alone ever saw one another. With the wars end, Jack was busy trying to negotiate manufacturing contracts, not with the military this time, that goose had laid its last golden egg, hopefully for a long, long time. Now he was off somewhere gallivanting around Europe, yet another "sexretary" having gone with him. He changed them, going through them as often as Maggie changed her underwear, or so it seemed anyway.

And now, she was making her way to another home, another place almost in another time. Knowing as the plane eventually reached altitude that it would be the last time she ever expected to see or visit San Antonio ever again.

She'd received an urgent phone call in the middle of the night. One of the employees who worked for Lucy had called her. There had been a fire, a horrible fire. One of the boarders had fallen asleep in his room, drunk, spilling alcohol everywhere, a lit cigarette quickly igniting a fire. Smoke, intense heat, flames everywhere. Everyone had somehow gotten out, all except for Mrs. Gail, the idiot who had started the fire, and...Lucy. She had died trying to save her. "Overcome by smoke." One of the firemen had said, "Trying to rescue the old woman. Chances are, she was already dead. Too bad, she could have made it out alive along with everyone else."

The boarding house was gone, destroyed. Houses could be replaced, lives couldn't. It had been well over a year since she'd last seen her, alive, vivacious and madly in love. "Fred", her "Fred" Maggie thought. The same Fred who's virginity she had taken that night they had spent together in the motel room. He had come back to her, alive well...whole. After his discharge from the service they'd begun dating, a "whirlwind" romance she'd called it. Maggie had come out for the wedding of course. She was Lucy's maid of honor, something she'd never had herself. She remembered that night, remembering Andrew too. He hadn't come home. Killed on some God forsaken island called Iwo something.

And.....she remembered William. As hard as it was for her to remember the last time she had actually seen him, she still couldn't help but wonder whatever had happened to him. Where he had gone, what he was doing. Maggie had even called the hospital to learn that he'd eventually been discharged about a year after she'd seen him last. And "no", they had no idea where he had disappeared to having left no address or place where he could be contacted. And besides...she wasn't even related to him anyway, so they couldn't give her any other personal, private information regarding either his status or his whereabouts.

The funeral was scheduled for late that afternoon. Once again, Maggie had lost another dear and loving friend. "Oh Lucy, Lucy. Why'd it have to be you and not me?" she wondered sadly, wishing that it had been. Understanding perhaps for the first time what it was that William had gone through emotionally while wishing that he had actually died physically and not just emotionally. The same way Maggie felt now. Drained, exhausted numb. She had not shed as yet any tears for her friend, saving them for when she was with her next, knowing full well that she would give each and every one of them to her then.

Later that evening long after the services were over Maggie checked into her room. She'd been surprised at the number of people who had come. Lucy had made a name for herself after all. Loved, admired, certainly appreciated for the things she had done, people she had cared for and for the love she had eventually found with Fred, albeit a short-lived one at that. And although neither of Lucy's parents had come, and Maggie hadn't expected them to, Gladys had. They'd spoken briefly just before the services had begun. She had told her then how grateful she had been for taking the time and effort to get her in touch with her sister. For what little time they had actually spent with one another after that, it had been a time not wasted at least according to Gladys.

Maggie had just come from the shower when she heard a knock on her door. It late evening, she certainly wasn't expecting anyone, although she had promised to see Gladys once again before leaving on another flight back later the next day. Perhaps it was her needing to talk after all, sooner than what they had planned. Maggie threw on a robe, heard the subtle knocking once again.

"I'm coming!" she called out. She opened the door, staring transfixed as she did.

"Hi Maggie."

"William?" she somehow managed to say finding her voice.

"I tried to get here in time," he told her. "Delays, couldn't make it." Maggie heard the quiver in his voice. "Someone finally told me where it was that you were staying. Just wanted to tell you...say to you how sorry I am." William turned, preparing to leave. Maggie saw the difficulty he had in doing so. But he did so without a cane, he was walking.

"William?" she asked again from the doorway stopping him. "Don't go. Please. Don't go."

He turned back towards her. "I'm sorry about a lot of things, hurting you for one Maggie. But it was for the best in the long run. I knew you were married, knew that if you found out I was alive that you'd come and find me. I couldn't do that to you Maggie, couldn't destroy your marriage, your life. Especially with me being only half a man."

"Are you going to come in? Or am I going to have to drag you in?" she told him sternly. Surprised, William nodded his head brushing past her.

"Didn't think you'd actually speak to me again Maggie. Not after what I said to you. But as I already mentioned, I thought it was for the best...thought that I..."

"Lips?" Maggie said interrupting him. "Shut up and kiss me," she said.

"Maggie...no, like I said, I'm only half a man now...not good enough...."

"Which half of you isn't a man?" she asked him.

"What?" he said looking at her confusion clearly etched across his face.

"I said, which half of you isn't a man any longer? You still look like one to me," she said pulling her robe off her shoulders allowing it to drop to the floor as she did, stepping out of it standing naked in front of him.

"Maggie," he said trembling. "I can't...we can't. You're married!" he reminded her.

"Not after I make a certain phone call. Well, not for much longer after I do," she added laughing. "Come here Lips," she beckoned to him. "Kiss me. Show me what those lips of yours can really do."

Maggie carefully pulled him towards the bed carefully turning out the lights as she did, knowing full well that he would be less than willing to reveal himself to her fully in the light. Eventually he'd no longer care. She'd see to that. But for now, it was enough to feel him. She was eager to feel him inside her too.

"So. Which leg did you lose anyway? Not the important one...I hope," Maggie said teasingly.

In the darkness, she heard him laugh. "You always could make me laugh Maggie. Only you would have guts enough to say something like that to me," he told her.

She stood before him helping him to remove his clothing. Taking off his shirt, she ran her hands, fingers over his chest. He was strong, hard, and muscular.

"Been working out?" she asked still teasing as she continued to caress him, feeling every square inch of his body.

"Wheel chair races," he told her. "You'd be surprised what that can do for your upper body strength. That...and pushups," he added.

"Hmm, speaking of pushups, why don't you come over here onto the bed with me, and show me how you do them."

She'd purposely not attempted to remove his pants. That was something he would have to do, if he wanted her that is. Wanted her bad enough to come to her, bad enough to at least in the darkness give himself to her as he was. Not half a man at all, but every bit the man he once was, would be again if he'd let himself.

"Actually Maggie, you'd be surprised at how agile I actually am once I've taken this damn thing off," he said obviously referring to the prosthesis he was wearing.

"I can only begin to imagine," she coaxed him using her sexiest, most sultry sounding voice. "Why don't you come up here and show me?" she purred.

"Damn Maggie...you really can make a man hot. I loved it whenever you talked dirty to me. I swear, you could bring a dead man back from the grave."

"I just did," Maggie said silently to herself. "Oh really? Talking dirty to you turns you on huh? Well in that case Lips, you'd best come up here and fuck me. We have a long night of talking dirty to do. A very long night!"

He was still hesitant when he slipped beneath the sheets beside her, carefully trying to avoid touching her with his stump. Taking his hand, she pressed it against her breast. "I missed you William."

"I've missed you too Maggie," he told her, finding, fingering her nipple feeling it grow between his fingers.

She waited a few moments longer allowing his desire for her to build, his passion to increase as he kissed, sucked, kneading her breasts losing himself in her. Only then did she reach down, not reaching for nor grabbing his cock, but the smoothed over portion of his stump just above where his knee would have been. She felt him tense, freezing up, digging his fingers absentmindedly into her breast, painfully so.

Maggie caressed him, tenderly, slowly. She traced the scar tissue in her mind, seeing it with blind eyes, feeling it as he felt it, seeing it not for the mangled mess it had once been, but seeing it for the beauty that it still was, for the man she loved of which it was apart of.

"I love you William...Lips," she corrected herself. "I always have, always will. Now, what part of you were you planning on fucking me with anyway? I mean you always were big as I recall. But I'm not sure than even I can take this inside me," she said continuing to caress his leg.

"You really are horrible. You know that Maggie?"

"You've known that ever since you met me," she reminded. Maggie reached over looking for the true object of her desires, finding him less than accommodating at the moment. She stroked him however, soothing his fears, his worries. Slowly William hardened.

"It's been a long time for me Maggie," he warned her.

"Me too," she said honestly.

"I might cum too quickly."

"Me too," she replied.

"I'm serious Maggie."

"So am I William," she said sounding just as serious as he.

He laughed. Maggie laughed with him.

"Fuck me Lips. Fuck me." And he did.

#

Maggie made her call the next morning eventually reaching Jack out in the field.

"What is it Maggie?" he asked sounding irritated.

"I want my divorce Jack," she said simply. "It's time. For both of us. Past time in fact." He was silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry Maggie. It never should have gotten this way between us he told her. I promise, as soon as I get back, I'll see to it that I get things taken care of. And don't worry Maggie, I'll make sure you're taken care of financially too."

"Thank you Jack," she said honestly meaning it.

"How are you holding up anyway?" he asked her. He had known of course about Lucy, unable to make the trip home in time to attend her funeral.

"Oh, I'm doing ok. Pretty good in fact. A lot of old friends here to help me through it," she said smiling, looking over towards William where he still lay sleeping on the bed.

"Glad to hear it Maggie. Well, take care of yourself. I'll see you in a few weeks then."

"Goodbye Jack."

"Bye Maggie."

Even before she'd hung up the receiver she'd begun undoing the sash on her bathrobe. Once opened, she let it fall from her shoulders moving over towards the bed. William's soft snoring told her that he was still asleep. Carefully, she pulled back the covering, then the sheet exposing his leg. Still naked he moaned softly nearly waking as he reached for, finding nothing to cover himself with. Maggie began stroking herself, opening her pussy with one hand, fingering and teasing her "clitty" with the other. William reached again, still nothing, opening his eyes as he did.

"What are you doing?" he asked seeing her standing beside the bed playing with herself, suddenly very self-conscious about his missing limb.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked him in return. "I'm touching myself, while looking at you."

"Why?"

"Why?" she mimicked.

"Yeah...why?"

"Cause I'm horny," she told him. "I'm making myself wet for you." Lips quit struggling to draw the sheet back up over himself. Maggie was standing on it anyway, ensuring that he couldn't have.

"Making yourself wet huh?"

"Very."

"Never could help myself whenever you started talking nasty Maggie."

She glanced down towards his groin; saw his cock twitch waking up, half hard anyway from his normal morning erection. Maggie knelt down then crawling up between his legs. Once again he flinched as she moved against him. She knew it would take a while, but she was patient, very patient. Taking his cock into her mouth she began sucking him, running her tongue around the head pleasuring him as lovingly as it was possible for her to do.

"You know Maggie. If anyone deserves to be called 'lips' around here...it should be you."

"Oh really? That good huh?" she said looking up at him, smiling around his cock, tickling it with the tip of her tongue.

"You have any idea how good that looks?" he asked looking at her as she continued to stare into his eyes as she continued sucking his prick.

"Yeah, in fact I do," she said finally, removing it from her mouth, though continuing to fondle and caress him with her hand.

"Same way as when I'm looking at you when you're down there between my legs. It really is beautiful isn't it? Which reminds me."

"Of what?" he asked her.

"You never did that to me last night," she said poutingly.

"You never asked."

"Well...I'm asking now," Maggie said sitting up slightly.

"Asking what?" William said winking at her, wanting to hear it.

"Dirty old man," she giggled. "I want you...to eat...my pussy! There, is that better?"

"Much. By the way. Does it still taste like candy?"

"Don't know, maybe you'd better try it and find out for yourself." Before she knew what was happening, William sprang up off the bed, flipping Maggie on to her back, pinning her down, slipping himself easily up between her legs.

"Holy shit William! You really are fucking agile aren't you?"

"Wait until you see the rest of my act," he said slipping his tongue between the delicious folds of her pussy. Maggie moaned, softly spreading herself even more widely.

"Oh yeah...candy," he said as he began licking her. "Sweet...sweet....sugar coated candy."

#

They were married a year later. Although it had taken a little longer than Maggie had hoped or expected, true to his word Jack had seen to her financial needs as well as to her divorce, even attending her wedding to William, giving them a check for ten thousand dollars as a wedding present.

"Have a good life Maggie," he spoke saying to her for the last time.

"I will Jack. And thank you. Again."

#

They soon found a small yet comfortable little house out in a nice, but unpretentious area in the suburbs outside of San Diego proper. Maggie and Lips paid cash for the place. When she had first seen it, she'd fallen in love with it. And though the picket fence needed a little paint, as well as some mending here and there, she knew Lips loved doing things like that for her. It was the perfect place for them. And though by now she knew she would never raise, or have a family of her own, she was content. More so than she thought she ever could be, or would be. Even better, Gladys came to visit her every couple of weeks or so on Saturday. They'd sit around sharing a cup of coffee quickly becoming the very best of friends. In some ways it was like having Lucy and May sharing a cup of coffee with them. They shared stories, reminiscing, and in many ways like sisters, shared intimate private secrets with one another. And like the sisters in their hearts that they would one day become, they became apart of a special sisterhood amongst one another, as well as others who would one day share their hearts, minds, and souls.

Maggie was really looking forward to the weekend; Gladys was bringing her daughter with her this time, Rhonda. A beautiful little girl with the face of an angel. She'd asked Maggie to be her God Mother, an honor that Maggie was thrilled and delighted to accept.

"William? When you're through painting the fence. There's something else I need you to take care of for me."

"What's that Maggie?" He asked coming into the house, the fence already painted by the look on his face as he smiled at her.

"Me," she said grinning at him.

"Damn, I love it when you talk dirty," he told her.

#

EPILOGUE

"She was born Elizabeth Margaret Manchester in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and twenty two......"

Richard reached over gently squeezing Shirley's hand as she reached for her hanky wiping her nose. Beside her, Joanne, April and Janice sat listening to the eulogy being given. Gladys had died the year previous. It had been hard then, it was even harder now.

Maggie had given him her diaries just before her death, so that he would know of her life, understand why she had seen so much of him in her William, her 'Lips' as she'd so affectionately called her husband.

Rhonda sat on his other side, holding their little girl in her lap who wiggled and squirmed relentlessly. She was now three. Rhonda was again pregnant, another girl. And this one, they would name after her mother. Gladys.

"Here...you take her," Rhonda said handing their daughter over to him. "She behaves better for you," she whispered kissing him on the cheek. Even so she still wiggled free pointing up the isle to where the urn containing Maggie's ashes sat. Along with a photo of her that reminded him of that day when he had first met her, that first day when he'd moved in next door.

"Ma-mee?" she said continuing to point, pulling one side of her dress all the way up to her mouth with her other hand.

"Yes Maggie. That's Maggie too," Richard said smiling at her. "That's why we named you, 'Maggie Elizabeth'. So she'd always be with us in our hearts."

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