Excerpt from The Meeting Point

“What do
you think you’re doing?”Marcus sprang to his feet and turned to
see that the cocky little Mae had sneaked up on him. His fury still hadn’t
subsided and he could have done without this intrusion.

“Nothing,” he snapped, aware
of how guilty it made him sound, when he actually wasn’t up to anything.

“Take it easy. God, I don’t care
what you do in your secret little outings.”

She really was so self-assured, Marcus
could have given her a shake. So bloody opinionated too-she had everyone
bending to her will. An image of her holding her ankles with her delightful ass
exposed and his cock ramming in and out of it streaked through his imagination.
It had come from nowhere and he shook his head to get rid of it. Now his hands
were twisted into her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck as he
humped her from behind. Fuck’s sake!
Again, he tried to banish the thoughts from his mind, but they were just
getting worse. Now he was fucking her in the ass, coming on her tits, eating
out her pussy, grinding his cock down her throat.

“What’s the matter?” she
asked, looking quizzically at him as she stepped closer.

God
no, stay back, he silently wailed as his cock
thickened and rose under his loin cloth.

“Hmm, I see,” she said,
staring at his stirring without shame.

Did he just imagine her tongue dart out
and lick her lips?

“You’re dangerous,” he managed
to say as the image of her tied spread-eagled between two trees with his
fingers up inside her soaking cunt blasted in.

“I know.” Now she was close.
She was so close he could smell her. Smell her lusty want. She took his hand
and pulled it down straight to her pussy, forcing her wet self onto his middle
finger which slipped in so sweetly. “Mmm, yes, that feels good. I’m so wet
right now.”

Marcus had no idea what the hell was
going on. His emotions, loyalties, and lust were confusing him. Deborah was in
despair, he should be with her. But Mae was fucking his hand right here and
now, and his cock was so hard. Her juices were oozing into his palm as she
rocked, opening up to him. Uncurling his fingers, he slid another two in and
she gasped in that throaty way that told him she was almost there already.

Her eyelids fluttered momentarily, then
she looked at him in the most divinely wicked way before raising her hand and
spitting in her palm. It was probably the crudest thing he’d ever seen and he
almost came in disbelief. She reached down to his crotch with her lubricated
hand, and he staggered a little as she grasped him under his cloth and milked
his cock like a crazed, wild thing as she still rode his hand. The walls of her
cunt gushed and quivered in equal measure as he blasted into unity, an
orgasming, spasming wreck of a man. Come spurted in all directions as they
bucked and oozed together, climaxing out the tension and anger of the day.

When it was over and she clambered off
his digits, she giggled. He wiped his hand on the fur cloth that only barely
offered any dignity, realizing that it was completely spoiled by his own
fluids.

“Why are you laughing?” he
asked, feeling weirdly humiliated.

“Because that was awesome.”
She shook his shoulder. “Didn’t you think so?”

He was expecting something else, like
she was mocking him or she’d won some sort of victory over him, but when he
looked into her flushed, oddly innocent face, he saw she had no agenda. She just
liked to fuck. He must have taken too long to answer and she began to look
unsure.

“You don’t feel guilty or anything
weird like that, do you?” Her eyes were wide and almost stricken.
“God, I’m not trying to spoil anything, I just… Well, you know, you were
here and the urge came over me. God, I’m sorry.”

She was getting in a bit of a state and
Marcus reached out to her.

“No, no, I really enjoyed it, I was
just…” He pursed his lips, unsure of whether to tell a lie or come
clean. He decided the latter. “I thought you were laughing because you’d
gotten one over on me or something.”

She looked hurt.

“Just because I like sex, because I
like to communicate sexually, doesn’t make me a manipulator. I’m not a bad
person because I like to talk with my pussy.”

It was Marcus’s turn to laugh now. She
looked completely confused as he gave a deep guffaw right from his belly.

“Sorry, it’s just, you look so sad,
but say such outrageous things. It’s a very odd paradox.”

She smiled.

“Yes, I’ve always been a little
inappropriate at times with my choice of phrasing.”

“I like to talk with my pussy?” He raised an eyebrow, and she
turned away, embarrassed but smiling.

“Well. What’s wrong with
that?” Her head was bowed and she looked up through her hair, seeking
something. Approval?

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong with it, it’s
just hilarious.”

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