Zan & Margaret Episode 3

Zan and Margaret

Episode 3 - Relaxation Day

This is a work of fiction. All people engaging in sexual acts, in this story, are over the age of eighteen.

Many thanks to Kenji Sato for his continued contribution to this project by editing and proofreading in.

I'm on the sand, lying on a blanket, sunglasses on, with my earbuds in, listening to some classic rock. There are kids playing volleyball by me to the side, and an ocean in front of me. I'm enjoying the scenery.

Then Margaret appears in my view, with her arms folded. She is wearing a pair of dark green jean shorts that are sorta rolled up. It's always so hot when I can see her legs in shorts.

"Whaddya want, Margaret?"

"I want you to come to house again. I no intention of spike you," she says.

The volleyball lands over by us, and Margaret picks it up and tosses it back.

"Yeah, why'd you do that anyway?"

"Dunno," she shrugs, her arms drop and slap her thighs. "I just got so much pent up."

"I guess that's what being a woman is like, I suppose."

A boy rushing towards Margaret catches us by surprise, making us both shudder.

"Excuse me. I don't mean to bother you," he says.

"I-i... I just..."

"Hm?" Margaret questions him, looking concerned.

"Can you teach me how to swear in Chinese?" he blurts out.

Margaret laughs. "Why you want to do that?" "Who #&?% that piss you off?" she asks.

"Huh?" the boy goes.

"#&?%. It means 'motherfucker' in native tongue."

The young boy repeats the word, "#&?%... Like that?"

"Correct!", smiles Margaret, from ear to ear, leaning down towards him.

"Oh. It doesn't sound that bad. Anyways, thanks, miss!"

The boy scurries off to the group playing volleyball.

"You get that a lot?"I ask.

"Happened lot back in school," she answers.

I glance over at the group.

"How much you wanna bet he teaches those kids that word?"

"Wouldn't put much," she responds.

"He found curse word pretty lame."

"There he goes! Look! He's pointing at you."

"AHAHAHA!"

Margaret looks slightly embarrassed, but we continue to share laughter over the event.

Entering Margaret's home, the first thing she does is to take off her shorts.

"What are you doing?"I ask.

"I'm getting comfortable. And you should, too," she says, as she ties her hair into a bun. "We know each other long enough."

Seeing her like this is turning me on, and I get a bit excited.

"I got something to show you," she says.

I, too, remove my trunks and follow her to her room. Margaret takes a seat at her computer desk, and tells me to take the one next to it. I sit next to her, as she starts playing The Sims 4. I tell her that I've played some of these games, and they bore me.

She laughs and explains to me that this is a modded version of the game, with sex animations in it, and that your stories make the game fun. She loaded into her family, and proceeded to tell me that her Sim has a breeding kink, and that they were a struggling mother of several children.

She asks me if I play games.

I tell her that I used to play lots of D&D and JRPGs (Dungeons and Dragons; Japanese role-playing game) back in high school. I still play the JRPGs occasionally, but our dungeon master had been arrested, so we no longer play D&D. Margaret is dumbfounded, as she doesn't know what on earth I'm talking about.

Can't really blame her though, to be honest, I think to myself.

She continues to play the game, and it's a fun and relaxing time. We watch her Sim, as she gets impregnated with another child.

"Watching them fuck makes me so horny," says Margaret. She then starts rubbing my cock through my boxers, and herself over her panties.

We spend the rest of our time at the computer, masturbating one another and ourselves. We come a lot, until it becomes dark.

As it's pitch black, and we are cuddling under the covers, I get hard with my cock up against her backside.

"Mmm," Margaret moans,

"you got so much cum in you now."

"Before, you had ED.", Margaret yawns tiredly.

"Just pull them down and fuck me," she says.

So I slide her panties down, and commence pounding her from behind.

She moans, "AH!" with each thrust. "F-fuck, you feel so good, loverman!" she cries out.

Feeling my cock about burst, I grind the head of my cock on what feels to be her lower back, and breathe heavily, as cum spurts out, dripping onto the bedsheet.

"What a waste," complains Margaret. "You could've at least leave cum in panties," she says.

"I can't see them!" I exclaim.

The following morning, Margaret is up, cooking breakfast. We say good morning to each other, and I leave. I didn't take a chance with the food.

I check my phone hours later, and see I'd gotten a text from her. At the top, are three angry-face emojis, with a message below.

Margaret: I HOPE YOU PREPARE FOR SHOPPING FOR ALL THIS FOOD YOU WASTE!!!