Hunting Pixies

I arrive at the sixth floor and make my way to our room, swiping the key card to enter. I put the picnic bag on the floor by the door. Margaret isn't in the outer room of the suite, and the door to the bedroom is barely cracked open.

Hunting Pixies, Pt. 12

I enter and am greeted by yet another vision of Margaret in all of her glory. She is naked and has taken out her braids and brushed out her flowing auburn tresses. They are currently cascading off the end of the bed as she lies on her back with her head tilted over the edge, smiling at me upside down as I come through the door and gaze at her in disbelief. I note she has added another strategically placed towel to the two already in our love nest, and chuckle.

Her breasts rise firm from her chest, only slightly pancaked by gravity, her nipples are engorged, and she is lazily pinching the left with her left hand, stroking her sex with the right. "Your turn, baby," she purrs, "drop those pants and c'mere."

I kick off my shoes and unbutton and unzip my slacks, letting them pool at my feet as I step out of them. My erection bobs free at full mast. "Mmm, bad boy with no underwear again? What's momma going to do with you?" She grins and hooks her finger at me, beckoning me forward. I start unbuttoning my shirt.

"You can unbutton it, but leave it on, baby. I want it to smell like you in full rut when I steal it back..." Margaret inhales deeply after she says this, "you already smell REALLY good, come here and let me taste?"

I laugh a little and shake my head, "slutty, slutty little pixie. Is this what you want?" I flex my kegels so that my erection bounces.

Margaret sighs and licks her lips, "yes, please?"

I step forward and present myself to her. I have to bend slightly for the height to align just right, and brace myself with my left hand on the bed, using the right to guide my erection toward her lips. She removes her hand from her dripping sex and uses it to stroke me, releasing some precum and reaching her tongue out to taste it, moaning as she does. I move forward and slide into her mouth, her tongue working my head and then shaft as I sink home in her open throat.

She hums around me and brings both hands to my ass to guide my movements as I begin lightly thrusting in and out, fucking her throat as she requested of me earlier. Too bad she hasn't put the elf ears back on for handles. I reach for her breasts instead, dipping my fingers into her sex for lubrication and then rolling her nipples with them in unison with my pumping. Her moans escape around my shaft.

She lifts her hips from the bed, trying to push herself back to take me deeper. My legs are straddling her head as it extends over the bed. I have an idea, and the angle and height seem right. I reach for the folds of her sex and draw more of her essence from her, coating the insides of her breasts. I pull back fully and withdraw from her mouth completely. Margaret seems to whimper a bit.

I feel the cold air of the room on my thoroughly soaked erection for just a moment before I shift forward to place it on her sternum, between her breasts. I bring my hands to squeeze her breasts around my shaft, pinching her nipples lightly as I do. Margaret likes the idea, "Mmmm, baby, you want to fuck my titties?" Her question coming from underneath and behind me in our novel position. Her head now between my thighs.

I begin stroking slowly in response, as Margaret groans beneath me. My shaft is slick with all of our fluids, making progress easy, but there is still enough delicious friction to have me building quickly.

I feel Margaret lift her head, her hot breath between my legs higher and higher. I feel her tongue dart out to lap at me from behind, her hands parting my cheeks, her tongue circling my ass and penetrating as she rims me from underneath. She is soon eating my ass with abandon.

"Ohh, fuck, baby, I'm going to come. Where do you want it?"

She removes her mouth from my ass to respond, "mmm, pussy, please, baby? Breed me."

I release her breasts from my shaft and step back as she spins around, bringing her pussy to the edge of the bed where her head just lay, pulling her legs back to lay her knees by her ears. Her gymnast flexibility bending her in half, presenting herself lewdly to me.

Standing between her legs and leaning down, I align my erection with her slit, tracing it through her folds as we both moan. She brings her legs to my shoulders as I lean over her with my hands on the bed, sliding it home in a single thrust as we both groan, my balls slapping loudly against her ass.

"Fuck me, baby, hard. Break me in half. Give me everything you have."

I give her four full strokes, pulling out until the barest tip of me remains in her, crashing back with my full strength slamming against her thighs. Lifting her ass from the bed as my tip makes contact with her cervix. I roar my release as she screams hers. My seed filling her in three pulses, her fluids soaking me with the same. Call and answer until we are both spent.

I withdraw and plop down on my back on the bed next to her, breathing heavily as my heart rate comes down from its high. I'm glad I'm still in shape, I chuckle to myself, or I would not survive this.

Margaret pulls herself up the bed to lie next to me, turning to me and splaying a thigh over me. Pulling herself further up to mash her breasts against my chest through my open shirt, and finds my lips with hers, giving me a deep kiss. I remember where her mouth has just been, but don't give it a second thought.

"Damn, you fuck me so good, baby..."she states my sentiment before I have a chance. I see her reach between her legs and dip into her sex, withdrawing a dollop of the copious fluids of the cream pie that is oozing from her swollen sex to the towel below.

She brings her fingers to her lips and gives them a lick, "mmm, and we taste so good too..." she offers me her wet fingers, raising her eyebrows in an unspoken question. I take them in my mouth and suck them clean. She pulls me in for a kiss to share them, our tongues dueling until the taste is gone.

We pull ourselves up further on the bed. I see the water bottles on the nightstand and take one and offer Margaret the other. We languidly sip from them as we recover from our most recent efforts, idly stroking one another with no specific intent...yet.

"I like that you're every bit as freaky as me," Margaret purrs into my chest.

"Mmm, I'm not sure about that, but I don't see why I shouldn't be willing to at least meet your 'freak,' wherever it goes? How can I expect something from you I wouldn't do myself?"

"Very open-minded of you, baby. I like that. Remind me of that when its my turn to fuck your ass? Are you going to enjoy it when I'm pegging your sweet ass, baby?"

"I'm game to try, but we'll work up to it, right?" I try to keep the nerves from my voice.

"Of course, baby, you were gentle with me. I'll be extra gentle with you. But you've said you don't think your dick is all that big? You're going to be surprised. It's going to hurt a little, but in a really good way..."

"Hmm, I trust you on that," my response is sincere, but I move to change the subject. "I love that you still have that great gymnast's flexibility."

Margaret laughs, "more from yoga lately, and you CLEARLY spend a lot of time on the mat yourself..."

"Chaturangas, up dog, and down dog vinyasas are never as much fun in the studio as they have been with you," I joke.

Margaret giggles. "How about your fellow yogis? Any you'd like to share your very special flow with?"

"Several," I laugh, "but Beth goes to the same studio, so off-limits. Not that they wouldn't be anyway, with me dripping all over the floor next to them, wheezing through the class."

Margaret laughs, "That's funny, but don't sell yourself short, Steve. Remember, we talked about that? You need to start valuing yourself for everything you're worth, and that's a LOT from where I'm sitting."

I can feel the color rising to my cheeks, "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you. It's just been a long time since I've felt 'wanted,' I guess?"

"You and me both. And I do want you, very much. But you probably need some recovery time, huh, old man?" Margaret bites her bottom lip and gives me her best doe eyes. She's insatiable, apparently.

I'm thinking of a response, but she beats me to it with an apparent non-sequitur, "What's your middle name?"

"Philip...why?" I sense my mischievous pixie must be up to something.

"No way, really? Like Fill? Or Fill Up?" I nod, "Too perfect!" Margaret laughs and reaches for the drawer of the nightstand.

She looks over her shoulder at me after she has opened it and withdrawn something she's now shielding with her body. "Remember I mentioned Lisa told me about her favorite local sex shop by the Villages?"

"Yessss..." I hesitate, but I'm curious where this is going.

"Well, I did a little shopping at the X Mart. Steve, meet Philip," Margaret laughs as she turns back to me to show me the extremely lifelike latex phallus in her hand. It looks somehow very familiar, it should, it's my doppelgänger.

I'm speechless. Margaret is giddy with herself. "Isn't he perfect? I think I got the size almost exactly right. Long, but not too long? Lots of sweet, sweet girth? Perfect mushroom head? The balls aren't as dangly as yours, but I could probably replace them with one of those pairs some guys hang from their trucks?" We're both laughing hard.

"I've gotten VERY spoiled by your dick this week, and don't want to go without when I go home. This seems like a perfect solution? Plus, Phil here can stand in when we're together, and you can't get it up..." The thought of Margaret wanting to please herself with a carbon copy of me has me fully erect, once again, which she notices mid-statement.

"Ooh, goody! I don't have to wait until later to compare." Margaret approaches me on her hands and knees with the dildo in one hand, bringing it next to my hard shaft. Leaning in as she lines them up and makes a show of the comparison.

"It's almost exactly right, and it will do, but I like yours much better. It's full of your sweet troll juice..." she says as she bobs her head forward and gives me a lick before taking me into her mouth. I'm hard, but know that I need much longer to recover before she's getting any juice.

"Maybe I'll have some of that ready for dessert later, baby. Show me how flexible you are again?"

"You liked having me folded in half, didn't you, naughty boy? You want me to be your living sex doll?" Margaret purrs as she moves to lie with her ass over the towel on the stacked pillows in our nest, pulling her legs up so that her wet sex is fully presented.

I dive in, mouth first, eating Margaret with abandon. She is moaning in moments, bringing her legs around my shoulders and using them to pull me in deeply. I reach for her breasts and tweak her nipples, building her up quickly. I have her close, but am drawn to trying something new. I move my tongue along her perineum. Margaret jolts at the new sensation.

"Baby, you don't have to..." she pants.

"I want to, may I?" I look up to meet her eyes, and she nods.

"Mmm, yes, but no double dipping? Once you go in, no going back to my pussy?"

"Understood," I growl as I move my mouth back to her ass, licking her perineum and crack, rimming her rosebud, pointing my tongue and penetrating her. My nose buries in her folds. I'm filled with the essence of Margaret as I consume all of her. I thrust my tongue in and out of her.

Margaret explodes, thrashing her pelvis at me, her legs quivering and shaking. She bathes my face with her juices, wailing and then panting. Sucking air in great gulps as she comes down. Then pulling me up to her for a deep kiss that threatens to devour us both.

"Mmm, my dirty, dirty troll. That was fantastic!" Margaret is beaming.

"But now I'm putting on my responsible nurse hat. We've been a little slack on our UTI protocols with the butt stuff? We need to go brush our teeth, and I've got a little bottle of Listerine by the sink that should maybe help kill any nasty bacteria."

I retrieve my toilet kit and join Margaret in the bathroom as she is brushing her teeth, the motion making her breasts sway enticingly, and her perfect ass jiggle just a bit. I watch for a little while and my smile is a touch bittersweet; Beth and I have never really shared this level of simple intimacy.

I shake myself from the thought as Margaret catches my eye in the mirror as she rinses the toothpaste from her mouth and takes a swig of the Listerine to rinse and gargle, swirling it in her mouth as I brush for what seems to be a long time before she spits it into the sink. I feel a little overdressed with my shirt still on and open, and move to take it off, but she stops me, with a shake of her head.

I follow her lead with the Listerine instead, and take a mouthful, swirling it around and gargling theatrically before spitting it out, as she stands to watch and laughs. She pulls me back in for a long kiss when we've finished, pressing her breasts to my chest through the open panels of my shirt as we grope each other's buttocks. She smacks mine as she breaks our kiss and runs back to the bed, with me close on her heels.

She dives for the covers of the sleeping side of the bed, and I bury myself behind her. I lie on my back, and she curls into me, head on my chest as we snuggle together. I check my watch on the nightstand, not remembering when I returned it there, the action so automatic. It's a little after six, our latest romp having consumed an amazing hour.

"I suppose you'll want to be fed again soon?" I tease.

"Mmm, yes, but I can wait a bit, unless you're afraid of missing the early bird specials, old man," Margaret laughs, and I give her a kiss on the forehead as she settles further into me.

"No, I'll be okay, plus this isn't the Villages; both the ice cream and macaroon place across the street stay open until after 10:30 for dessert," I laugh.

"Mmm, ice cream and macaroons? Yummy, we're getting both."

"As you wish. No argument here. Plus I forgot that the Gators are playing at FSU this afternoon; the game probably won't be over until seven, so things are probably crowded until then."

"Did you want to watch the game?""

"No, since I quit drinking, I honestly find college football pretty unwatchable, the Gators particularly so."

"Not my favorite either. Hmm, I wonder how we can kill an hour," Margaret purrs as she brings her hand to stroke my semi-hard shaft. I don't remember being fully soft in her presence yet to this point, "or should I get Phil?"

"My insatiable little pixie, maybe in a little bit? I want to ask you something, if I can?"

"Of course." Margaret releases me and leans up to give me her full attention.

"You said you hadn't had a lot of experience before David, and that he isn't quite as well endowed as 'Phil' here," I say, as I pick my latex twin up and wiggle it at Margaret, who giggles. Disembodied and in my hand, it does seem quite large, I note. "So how did you get so exceptionally good in the oral department? If I recall, you've claimed the title of 'throat goat,' which I believe is absolutely accurate."

Margaret blushes furiously and laughs, taking a few moments to compose herself before responding. "Practice? David was never much on intercourse, but he loved a good BJ, as long as the lights were out. At least once a week. I learned to make the very most of it, even conditioning myself to get off on giving them? With a little help from my fingers, of course. It's sad, but I guess you learn to work with what you can get?"

She stops herself, looking at me to see if her comment has maybe hit too close to home with my situation with Beth. "It is pretty sad, but you do learn to work with it," I agree, then add, "so David wasn't into fucking his amazingly sexy little wife, but was fine with blowjobs in the dark?" Hoping Margaret might make the connection I've been thinking of since she first started talking about her relationship with him.

"Yeah, just in the dark. Kind of weird, but he was so particular like that. And yeah, David's not that big, not really big enough to reach too deep, at least." Margaret blushes again, " I told you I have a kind of kink for being 'filled?' It applies there, too, so I taught myself to deep throat on some bigger things like..."

"Carrots?" I hazard the guess, "like the Jennifer Jason Leigh and Phoebe Cates lunchroom scene in 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High?'"

"Heard of it, but never saw that one. Too raunchy for my parents' taste. They put it in the same category as 'Porky's.' Now all the John Hughes and 80's brat pack movies, those were right in our family wheelhouse. But not carrots, I preferred bananas, cucumbers..."

She reaches for my now fully erect shaft and gives it a tug, "you've got a nice little banana curve, in fact, so you hit just right."

"You're relentless," I say as I playfully swat her hand away.

"You love it," Margaret says and pulls me in for a kiss, "that was actually fun, any other questions?"

"Limits?" I suggest. "We've been having a LOT of fun in bed, and I know I've had a very vanilla past for a baseline, but have thoroughly enjoyed everything we've done, and looking forward to exploring 'boundaries' with you, but are there any hard limits I should know about?"

Margaret hesitates and gives me an indiscernible look. "That's a very good topic, but I want you to go first while I think about it?"

"Fair enough. Nothing to do with pain? Or humiliation? I'm not at all into anything that would possibly hurt someone. Like slapping or choking? I mean a little playful spanking, or hair tugging are kind of hot, but nothing that actually hurts."

Margaret's eyes are shining as they gaze into mine and she nods in agreement. I continue, "and I like the playful banter of calling you 'slutty,' because you seem to love it and I'm following your lead. But I wouldn't be comfortable calling you a 'whore,' or 'cunt,' or anything harsh or degrading like that?"

"I agree, I love you calling me your slutty pixie, you know that was my alter ego even before I met you, right?" I nod. "But no, I wouldn't want to be called anything harsh. And I don't want to do things that actually hurt, although a little light bondage kind of play might be fun?"

"It could be, but I don't think I'd want to do anything that needed 'safe words?' The only safe word I think we should ever need is a sincere 'no.'"

Margaret goes quiet and I look at her as tears begin pooling in the corners of her eyes, then fall as she begins quietly sobbing. I instinctively pull her in close and hold her as she cries, wracking my brain for what I may have said to trigger her.

After a few minutes, I gently ask, "Margaret, baby, what is it, did I say something wrong?"

She composes herself and pulls back from me a bit. "No, Steve, you said everything right. Just right. There's something I want to tell you, but I'm scared to, it's something that I've only told a few people, but I know I can trust you?"

"Of course."

"I haven't been completely honest with you about my sexual history. I told you about the guy in high school who I slept with just to lose my virginity, right? That was only a few times during the summer before college. He was just a friend, and it wasn't that great. And I told you I used to mess around with some of the girls on the team?" I nod in confirmation of these.

"And then I think I said I met David and we got married not long after we'd started dating? I skipped the period just before I met David because it's something I just try not to think about."

"Margaret, you don't have to share anything you aren't comfortable sharing. Nothing you say is going to make me think any less of you."