Naked, Susan Wright lay under the thin sheet and blanket of her luxurious double bed. Filtering through the closed door of the bedroom, she could hear the strains of her husband's guitar. She closed her eyes and tried to blot out the sounds. The incredible disharmony of the "music" Phillip (never "Phil") was trying to write was totally beyond the young auburn's understanding. Try as she might, she could not seem to see where Phillip's thoughts seemed to be leading. His music was so avant-garde, that she wondered if anyone could understand it.
With her eyes closed, she was at least moderately successful in blocking out the sounds. Generally, she didn't mind hearing her husband of two years playing until all hours of the night, but today had been an exceptionally hard day for her at work, and all day she had been looking forward to coming home and spending a quiet evening with her husband.
She should have known better, she thought to herself. She could barely remember when she and her husband had gone to bed at the same time. For the last couple of weeks, she would tell him that she was tired and ready to go to sleep. He would mumble something about how he just wanted to finish what he was doing, and that he would join her later.
He always lived up to his word, though it hardly made any difference, as far as the pretty little twenty five old wife was concerned. She would drift off to sleep waiting for him, only to wake up the next morning and finding him sleeping beside her ... more often than not still fully clothed. She would have to get up and go to work, leaving him still sleeping when she left.
She didn't mind supporting him, really. As long as he was free to do what he wanted, which was to try and revive some sort of musical form that had passed out of style hundreds of years ago, she was perfectly happy to take the financial control of their little family in her hands. There were things she wanted to do. ... places she wanted to go ... but she was content to wait until her husband had finally broken into the highly competitive world of classical music. In the last two years, since Phillip had chosen his field, there had been little more than disappointment after disappointment in that respect, though both Susan and Phillip were confident that something would break soon.
Something had to. Susan knew that she and her husband could not go on living the way they were. Phillip seemed to know so many things, having been to college and all, while Susan had been forced to go to work right after high school to support herself, and then her husband. They were drifting apart during a time when Susan felt the romance of their marriage should still be making itself felt.
She shifted her position and felt the soft sheets of her bed brush against her petite nakedness, bringing her breast nipples to a hardness she had not known for the last few weeks. Even as she listened to her husband's playing, she remembered a time when he would run his gentle hands over the firm softness of her luscious breasts, teasingly rotating his forefingers around and around her swelling mounds until she thought her nipples would burst from the erotic pleasure his touch brought her.
As she allowed her mind to drift to happier times in bed, she found that her hands were slowly traveling down her flawless body, from her neck to the cream-white valley of her apple-shaped breasts. A tear came to her closed eyes as she swelled on the frustration she had been feeling for the last weeks. Generally, she would mentally raise herself to a state' of arousal, but would always drift off to a fitful sleep waiting for Phillip to come to her and quell the fires raging in her belly and cunt.
Damn him, she thought as she fought back the tears. The very least he could do was remember that marriage was a two-way street ... that as a husband, it was his duty, if not pleasure, to see to it that she was satisfied sexually. Sleeping alone, as she was, was the worst thing she could think of. Sex was something she had come to love during the first few weeks of her marriage. At that time, Phillip would bring her to climax after climax, his massive cock filling her ever ready cunt to the brim. In the darkness of her bedroom now, she could remember when he would erupt his scalding semen into her hungering little belly. She could, even now, feel the seething liquid lust pumping through her vaginal sluce, racing unchecked to her belly and spilling out between her passion-flushed pussy lips.
And she could remember herself cumming as well, cumming with a force that would sweep through her like a wild fire, obliterating all thought and reason. She could remember gyrating her hips and buttocks up hard against Phillip's pelvis, trying with all her inbred strength to swallow his cock deep into her body.
He would fuck her from every position he could think of in those days, and often several different ways in the same night. First he would be on top, his penis slipping into her passion-soaked cunt like a well-oiled piston. Then they would roll over, and she would straddle his body, sitting on his penis and allowing it to penetrate her trembling vagina all the way to her sensitive cervix. Then he would fuck her from behind, his never-empty balls slapping with a sensual force against her up-lifted buttocks, while his hands traveled over her body to cup and knead her enticely hanging breasts. He would pinch and squeeze her nipples as he fucked deeply into her like that, bringing screams and mewls of total pleasure spilling from her throat, even as her cum would flow freely from between her widely-splayed thighs and legs.
Now...
Now, things seemed to be different. What had once been an every-night pleasure trip had slowly but surely become something that happened every other night ... then every third night ... then occasionally during the week. Phillip's work on the guitar, and sometimes the piano as well, took her place. She would wait in her bed for him while he worked during the night. When he did come to bed while she was still awake, he would tell her that he was too tired to do anything but sleep, leaving her frustrated and alone.
Her hands were now lightly touching her ripe breasts, the tips of her fingers opening and closing on her nipples, which she had made as hard as little marble chips on her breasts. She could count on one hand the number of times Phillip had actually brought her to orgasm during the last month, and he had done it those few times out of a sense of duty, rather than any love or warmth ... something he hoped would keep her satisfied for a while, while he re-entered the little world he had made for himself.
She turned again in her bed, coming to rest on her back, her full, lovely breasts creating twin mounds underneath the blankets of her bedding. She opened her eyes and looked down at her covered body, smiling, in spite of herself, at the sight of her up-thrusting breasts looking as though they were trying to force themselves out from under the covers. In this new position, the sheets rested harder on her nipples, and even her breathing was enough to cause the coverings to rub along her nipples, bringing them to an even greater hardness, and causing sweeping erotic sensations to ripple through her.
Already, the smoldering fires of her empty vagina were growing more and more demanding. She pictured in her mind the nakedness of her husband, seeing him with her mind's eye the way he used to come to her, his thick, hard cock jutting from his loins and looking like a spear, which she wanted to feel deep in her body, trying to rip her open from her cunt to her neck, making her entire body one huge vagina for him. She could remember the first time she had seen his huge erection ... how frightened she had been of it on their wedding night. She had not been a virgin when she married him, but she had not been all that experienced either. None of the men she had slept with before she met Phillip had penises that were as large as his and she wondered on that night two years ago, if she would be able to accommodate his massiveness.
Phillip had taught her many things in those happier days, one in particular being the pleasure that could be derived from sucking on his penis until he squirted his sperm ... his wonderful, hot sperm ... into her mouth and throat, filling her in a way she would never have dreamed of.
God! The jaw-splitting size of his cock had been beautiful. His penis was beautiful. His semen was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful, and she wanted him. She wanted him this night ... right now!
She couldn't have him. Once, not so long ago, she had laid in bed like this, raising herself to a mental fever pitch, and had gone to him in his study, trying to tease him enough so that he would forget about his music and satisfy her.
That had been a mistake. Rather than give her any semblance of understanding, he had snapped at her, shouting at her that when he was working, he did not want to be disturbed for any reason short of life or death.
WELL, IF SEX WAS NOT A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH, WHAT WAS?
Once again, her mind drifted to that night when she had mouthed Phillip's cock, taking it so deeply into her throat that she wondered how it had been possible for her to breath. She felt a surge of electric excitement dart thrillingly between her thighs as her thoughts focused on that time. She would never forget how his eyes had played over her naked, well-rounded body as he lay on his back, his cock looking for all the world like a Hag pole surrounded at its base with a thick blonde mat of pubic hair. She could remember now the tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over her sensitive nerve-ends. As she had lowered herself between his spread legs, his hands had come out and held lovingly the sides of her face, inching her mouth closer and closer to the throbbing shaft of his meaty cock. Her eyes zeroed in on his massiveness, and even before her lips had first brushed against the bulbous, rubbery head of his penis, she could feel a copious flow of passion-lubrication spilling from her vagina.
And then the contact ... to taste and swipe at the cum that was emitted from the slit at the head of his shaft.
"God, I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Susan said out loud, as though she were using the sound of her voice as come sort of therapy. While her fingertips danced lightly on her nipples with more and more deliberation, she found that it was impossible for her to shake the memory of that night from her mind.
And she knew that she would never be able to sleep until she had the release she had been denied for far too long. The sound of her husband's renewed efforts on his guitar told her that she would once again be sleeping alone, and that meant only one thing. It meant she would be settling for something less that what she wanted, she would have to resort to masturbation.
Another tear washed down over her high, smooth cheek as she tried to make herself believe that this was just one small part of her marriage ... that in just a short while, her husband would do those things a husband should do.
But she could not make herself believe it. Sex was not a small part of marriage. It was a very large part ... the most important of all. There was no reason in the world why she should have to resort to satisfying herself with her husband less then twenty feet away in another room. Her tears of bitterness served to remind her that she was the stronger one of this marriage ... that she was doing everything to make it work, while her husband, who was becoming more and more a stranger to her, reaped the benefits.
She gritted he teeth tightly as she felt the familiar feeling of passion ripple slowly, than faster and faster through the tips of her nerves. Now that she had made her decision to bring about her own release, she began to look forward to the pleasure she had been denied ... such as her own fingers could bring her.
She no longer resisted the overpowering urge to touch herself. Rather, she decided that she would simply let her hands and body respond naturally.
In the darkness of the bedroom, she found that it was very easy to create a fantasy that would help her orgasm with the force she knew she needed. Her vivid imagination, all too often stifled when she was with her husband, now found a freedom and crystal clearness that she never have believed possible. She pictured Phillip's body, naked, standing at the edge of the bed, his long, thick penis jutting out in anticipation of the fuck he was going to give her. Now, she moved her hands up to her swelling breasts with deliberation and began to massage them as they shock. With a low chuckle, she kicked her blankets away from her, revealing her nakedness to the darkness. She didn't give a good God damn if Phillip came into the room and saw her like this. Maybe if he did, he would realize that he was neglecting her, and would once again be the husband she wanted and needed.
The sight of her nakedness aroused her all the more, and she closed her eyes again, allowing her mind to do all the work. She could see herself as a lovely young woman, ripe and eager for her husband's penis, and her fingers moved with more and more control over her breasts, trapping her nipples between them and pulling them until it felt as though she would pull them loose from the quivering mounds.
Then she groaned and turned over onto her palpitating belly, in such a way that her clitoris pressed tightly against the sheeted edge of the bed.
For a moment she hesitated, thinking that to merely finger herself as she lay on her back, but she put that thought out of her mind. She wanted as much of a release as she could get, and there was no reason in the world why, if she wanted to be wanton and totally sensual with herself, she shouldn't be. God knew she had few pleasures as it was.
She pressed her loins hard against the edge of the bed, hoping that this would be enough to extinguish the fires she had kindled there. But it was not enough, and she found that she was pressing down harder and harder, burrowing with all her breasts, and groped between the bed and her stomach to fondle the moist throbbing curls of her russet pubic hair. She opened her legs wider, one knee almost touching the floor and the other scissored open and on the double mattress. She now pulsing hotly against the tips of her fingers which drew the thin narrow furrow farther apart, exposing the lips of her throbbing cunt to the cool dark air of her bedroom. With a low moan, she sank one of her middle fingers deep up into the viscous wet, softly fringed mouth. She felt relieved for a moment and held her breath, but it was still not enough, and her desire flamed higher. The inferno she had brought upon herself was raging more intensely, demanding more and more to quench its burning hunger. She had been too long without release, and her body was making up for the lost time. She slipped in another finger, moving all the way up onto the bed in order to draw her knees up under her body to a kneeling position. Her naked buttocks were waving salaciously around behind her in the darkness.
God! Oh, God! If she could only have a cock ... her husband's penis fucking up into her cunt from back there now, she yearned, the vision of the times Phillip used to make love to her still racing through her lust-fogged mind. It was almost as if he were in the room with her now, instead of playing his guitar. Sher was with him, down on her knees over his loins, stroking his stiff cock with one hand and at the same scratching lightly with her long fingernails at the hairy sac of his balls and cupping them with her other hand. Her mental image began to take complete control, and she imagined that she heard him groan and she could feel him thrusting his hips upward involuntarily as the warm wetness of her parted lips deliberately over the throbbing head of his delicious penis. She could feel him reaching to her and tangling his hands roughly in her hair to control the rhythm of her sucking motions. Lifting his head a few inches from the pillow he watched his penis filling her mouth and spreading it until her lips were thin, a soft lip stick painted oval circling him. She remembered that he had been all the more excited by the sight of his thickness buried all the way wetly up between he eagerly sucking lips.
The maddening stimulation of the memory brought Susan to ever rising heights of passion and she slithered her fingers in and out up into the moistness of her cunt in time to the picture in her mind. She remembered bobbing up and down like a primitive savage on Phillip's virile young cock. She rocked back and forth on her knees against her fingers, bucking them deeper inside her. It served to drive her wilder. In desperation, she withdrew one hand from beneath her and reached up over her buttocks to search the soft wet crevice. Finally she inserted a linger deep into the tiny puckered anal opening between her naked ivory ass cheeks, something that Phillip used to do to her in his more passionate moments. She gasped as in her haste she accidentally nipped a fingernail into the soft fleshy inner walls, sending a sudden jolt of pain through her erotically contorted body. She paused for a moment, shivering as the slight stinging sensation subsided, and once again started the wonderful finger fucking of her ass-hole and cunt. Her full, apple-shaped breasts swung to and fro as she moved. The lust-hardened little nipples were brushing sensuously down against the bedding of the mattress as they danced beneath her kneeling torso. Wonderful flashes of electric sensation raced through every atom of her being as she finger-fucked herself and continued to picture that night. Her mind was working with such incredible efficiency that she could actually feel a cock in her mouth, pulsating and throbbing as she worked her tongue around and around the base of the searing mushroom-shaped head.
The picture in her mind took more and more control, becoming more exciting, and she imagined herself sucking harder, actually trying to swallow the hardened penis until almost all of it seemed to disappear with each lusty thrust he made. Then only an inch or so at the base of his penis showed white and gleaming outside her moist lips. She was flicking her hot tongue over it, giving the head a nerve tingling lick on the down stroke and making it throb and jerk all the more as though a live twitching heart were beating inside. She could envision the sight of her own lips being pulled out almost to the breaking point as she clung tightly to the hard flesh of his cock and sucked like a starving woman.
In her imagination she could hear the very words Phillip had used on that night so long ago, his deep virile voice telling her what to do:
"Suck it, Susan ... suck it ... suck my cock," he growled, dropping his head heavily on the pillow and forcing her head down harder with both hands until her lips were pressed fully into the blonde hair at the base of his cock.
"Suck harder!" her husband commanded. He grunted as she slaved over him, delighting in the sensations searing through her at this new and exciting thing. Her entire body was beginning to gleam from the sheen of female sweat forming all over her skin. God ... she loved it! It was just as it had been that night so long ago ... so much so that she believed that he was with her in the room.
She knew that the pressure was building in his huge hairy balls. She knew it would not be long now. To her, his cock felt like it was filled with hot lead and was ready to explode like the bursting of a giant balloon, one that would spew its insides for miles in every direction. Phillip shoved his loins up hard against her face. He heard her delightful moan and continued with his quest for the wonderful end of his pain and pleasure mixed ... the pressure that was building higher and higher towards the breaking point.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!! Suck it, Susan ... suck ... suck ... keep sucking!" she heard her husband gasp as he wound his hands tighter and tighter in her shoulder-length brown hair. She saw in her mind's eye that his lips were bared back over his white teeth as though he were being tortured in the rack by sexual fiends. She felt his jerking cock set up a series of wild staccato throbbing that flooded her mouth with gush after gush of sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each great creamy spurt until Susan was forced to swallow to keep from choking as she mewled and crooned over his hotly writhing loins.
"Don' stop ... don't stop!" Phillip moaned incoherently as he convulsively rammed his spurting cock farther and farther down Susan's hungrily constricting throat. Oh, she wanted it. She had to have every last drop ... every drop of his precious liquid sperm. She kept on sucking crazily as he continued to shoot the full loan deep, deep into her. Then, with one last be shaking groan, he emptied the final squirt of his cum into her mouth, but she went on nibbling at the spent cock. Gently, she pulled and sucked until she was certain that there was nothing left.
"Oh, Phillip ... please ... I want more cock!" Susan half-shouted in her bedroom, waving her buttocks more wildly than ever as she plunged her fingers on both hands into her own lust-drenched pussy and anus. She finger fucked herself harder and faster, sinking the wet, dually pistoning fingers inside her all the way to the palms of her hands.
Her lovely, beautiful young face was twisted with passion and her cheeks flushed with a crimson color as she felt it coming, arriving with an almost paralyzing current in her belly. She clung hard to the remnants of her sanity, on the brink of release, her whole body vibrating. Then the hot female juices gushed out .around her frantically fucking fingers, covering her hands and running down the inside of her quivering thighs to the bend in her knees, pooling there hotly as though waiting for more.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" she gasped, her voice pitching out and reverberating from wall to wall of the bedroom. It came from signaling the intense bliss she was feeling.
Suddenly, Susan snapped back to reality, realizing with a startling force that it had all been a fantasy and nothing more. She had not been with her husband. She had simply let her need for him shape his face in her mind.
As though to reinforce this thought, she could hear, once again, the strains of his music filtering through the closed door to the bedroom, sounding exactly the same as it had when she had created her dream-like state.
He was so wrapped up in his work and his little world that even her screams of passion had not been able to break through to him. If they had, he might have come in and found her naked and fingering herself.
It was as though he really didn't care one damn bit what happened to her, as long as she continued to bring in her one hundred and eighty dollars a week home with her every Friday.
She rolled over on her back and heaved a sigh into the darkness of her bedroom. At least now she would be able to sleep, despite the disharmony of Phillip's playing. As she drifted off, still panting from her orgasm, she wondered if he would ever come back to her. She loved him. She had tried everything she knew to show him that. It certainly couldn't be her fault that he wasn't fucking her ... being with her ... talking to her. If he were with another woman, at least she would be able to say something. She would confront the enemy face to face and fight for Phillip.
But he was in love with something abstract ... something made of wood and strings. He preferred to fondle and play over that stupid guitar rather than run his fingers lightly, lovingly over the soft curves of her body.
Blissfully, sleep came to her just before she could feel herself breaking out into tears over her frustration.
* * *
Allen looked at Susan over the top of his drink, his face filled with the concern he felt for her. It had been a long time since he had seen his half-sister, nearly five months. When they had been children, they were as close as any normal brother and sister. Allan was three years old when his father had died in a tragic construction accident, and when his mother had re-married recently, he and his new father were only mildly interested in each other. Susan had been born nine months to the day after the marriage, when
Allan was five, and immediately, Allan took it upon himself to see to it that Susan was taken care of. During those times, it was hard for either of them to think of the other as a sibling. They were more like best friends, and the fact that they were only half-related by blood never entered into their relationship.
Allan, since he was older, matured sooner than Susan, and he followed in his natural father's foot steps by getting a job in construction. With the building boom occurring in San Francisco, that city was very good to him, and while he ran away from home when he was nineteen, running away for him meant finding a place less then five miles from his parents, and still in the city of his birth.
Susan had stayed behind, working at odd jobs and finishing high school while she searched through her life for what she wanted to do. When her parents felt she was old enough, they told her that they had had enough of the city and were moving out. Susan would have to fend for herself, since they were not taking her with them.
While Susan and Allen had thought that was a little selfish of them, the children knew that Susan would be able to survive on her own. Allen said that he would help her if she wanted it, since he was making pretty good money in the construction business as a job foreman.
Susan thanked him, but decided that she would make it on her own. Allen kept a brotherly eye on her, while at the same time keeping his distance to make sure that she could never accuse him of interfering with her life.
The result was that they had become closer than ever. When Susan had first introduced Phillip to Allen, the older, raven-haired brother had kept his opinion to himself, though if Susan had asked him what he thought of her new-found love, he would have said that Phillip was little more than a shit-head, who didn't have the brains to tie his own shoes, let alone make Susan happy. Allen had seen Phillip's type before ... all talk and big words, but when the time came for living up to what they preached, they preferred to let someone else do all the work. He couldn't see what Susan saw in Phillip, but he kept his peace, knowing that Susan would find out for herself just what a leach Philip was.
When Susan had called him up at her place of employment, a large banking institution where she was head secretary. Allen could tell from the sound of her voice that something was wrong. He agreed to her suggestion that they have lunch together, as much because of the pleading in her voice as the fact that he simply hadn't seen her in a long time.
She had told him many things as he continued to order drinks to get her to relax. She was so tight when she started talking that even before she said anything, Allen wanted to go to her apartment and beat Phillip's head to the floor.
For her part, Susan felt more and more relaxed as she poured her heart out to her brother ... her half brother ... her best friend. She told him as much as she dared ... told him of the frustration she felt, of being cut off from Phillip's world, of how he would sometimes offer about as much support and conversation as a brick wall.
By the time she had her third drink, a very potent gin and tonic, she almost went into graphic detail about what she had done to herself the night before, but she decided that there were some things that even a brother shouldn't hear about from his sister. She lost all track of time as she and Allen talked. Allen was such a wonderful person, even if his life style was a little wild and care-free for her tastes. He was always ready to listen, and if she ever needed anything, she knew that he would bend over backwards to give it to her.
"Well, Sis," Allen said when it looked as though Susan was finished telling him what she wanted him to know, "I'm not going to say that I told you so, because I didn't. But I will say that this Phillip character came off like a creep from the word go. That bullshit music he says he's writing is just that ... bullshit!"
"Oooo, that's not true," Susan said, coming to her husband's defense automatically. "Phillip has a great deal of talent. All he needs is a break ... something that will let him have the freedom he needs to show the world...."
"Come off it, Sue," Allen broke in. "Phillip is never going to amount to anything as long as he knows that you have a nice job and he can have all the money he needs to eat and keep the rain off his head. He's an ass-hole."
Susan lowered her head. She did not like hearing these things coming from her brother. Allen had never done very well in school, and he generally looked down on people he called "intellectual masturbators."
But she could see some truth in what Allen was telling her. Many times, while she had been at work typing her fingers to the bone, she wondered what it would be like to be able to use her money for her own wants, instead of having Phillip spend most of it on expensive guitars that sounded no different than cheaper ones. For two full years, Phillip had been saying that he was getting closer and closer to that big moment when he would finally spring his musical talents on the world, but he didn't seem any closer now than he had when Susan first married him. If anything, he was further away.
Half-brother and sister looked at each other after Allen had interrupted her. Allen was the first to break.
"Tin sorry," he said, lowering his head and taking a long pull of his Scotch. "I guess I shouldn't have said something like that. You conic to me for help, and all I do is tell you that you've got an egg-head for a husband who thinks that a cock is something he pisses with."
Susan had grown accustomed to Allen's crude thoughts, and she took no offense at his words.
"What do you want me to do for you?" he asked. "I can give you money, if you need it, though I'm sure Phillip will just piss it away."
"No ... money is not something we need at the moment," Susan said, realizing that her brother was trying to do everything in his power to make her happy. "It's just that, I feel as though I'm at my wit's end. I really don't know what "to do. My husband will just about talk to me, let alone ... let alone other things."
"Other things like make you happy in bed, right?"
Susan lowered her face and nodded imperceptibly. While she was not afraid of sex, she did not like talking about it. Not even with Allen.
"I just need some fresh ideas ... someone to tell me that there is another direction ... something else I might not have thought of."
Allen nodded, seeing for the first time in a long time that his half-sister was a very lonely woman. A good looking woman like her should be out making a lot of men happy, and herself as well, instead of being stuck with a creep like Phillip. Her tight-fitting blouse and skirt must be driving the men in her office up a wall. Even as he sat and looked at her, it was all he could do to keep from reaching out and touching her breasts lightly. Damn, she was a fine looking woman! Phillip would have to be blind as well as dumb to let a piece like this one go. He would have to be worse than that. He was going out of his way to avoid her. Allen chuckled to himself as he thought that he must have underestimated Phillip's bullshit factor.
"All right," he said, shaking his head to bring himself out of the trance he had placed himself in. "Doesn't your boss ... what's his name ... R.P. Merril, have some connections with the San Francisco music establishment or something? Didn't you tell me once that he and that bank of his were heavy contributes to the symphony orchestra?"
"Oooo ... I could never think of asking Mr. Merril for help," Susan said, her eyes widening with a strange fear Allen found a little unwarranted.
"Well, you wanted me to tell you something you might not have thought of, and I did. Maybe this Merril dude could pull a few strings or something ... get Phil a concert or some such bullshit. Hell, Sis, I would even go to it."
In spite of herself, Susan chuckled. Somehow, she could not picture her half-brother dressed up for a formal concert. He was more oriented to rock-gatherings, where people dressed in faded jeans and torn work shirts.
Still, there was something she had not told Allen. Merril, her boss at the bank, had been trying to go out with her and she was certain that he had more on his mind than a simple dinner and a few drinks. She had long since lost count of the number of times he had pressed his buttocks up against hers, trying to come on to her. even though he knew she was a married woman who did not believe in straying from her husband. Maybe that was the general trend of things these days, but as liberated as Susan was, she believed that marriage was for life, or at least until the parties were divorced.
"Maybe you're right," Susan said, deciding that she had better get back to her office. It was getting a little late, and while she was the head secretary, and as such had certain privileges, she did not like to take advantage of them. "I'll talk to Mr. Merril this afternoon after work. Maybe he can do something."
Allen smiled as she left the small sidewalk cafe, weaving through the throng of people as her drinking finally caught up with her.
Even though he loved his sister, Allen was certain that she was throwing away her whole life with the ass-hole she had married. Allen liked the way he did things. He was just about his own boss. The union had seen to things like that. He could take as much time as he wanted for lunch. And he didn't have to worry about seeing to it that someone else was taken care of. At the moment, he was living with a nice little blonde, Ester Williams. She'd been staying with him for nearly a week now, and he could tell that already they were beginning to get on each other's nerves. In a few short days, they would look at each other, say that it wasn't working any more, and she would leave. That was how Allen liked his women ... free and easy. Ester was a good lay, and he would miss her, but not for long. If there was anything he had learned about San Francisco, it was that he could find a replacement in a matter of hours. Of course, for something like that, he would have-to know where to look, and he had made it his business to know. He could think of several women who were just waiting for Ester to leave so one of them could take her place.
Susan should be living like that. She certainly wasn't happy the way she was. What she really needed, Allen decided as he signaled for the check, was a good screwing ... a really good lay. A cock that would let her know that there was more to life than being tied down to a man who played a guitar and little else. Allen tried to imagine Phillip naked with an erection, and found that it was impossible. The image would just not form in his mind. Anyone else he knew, yes. But Phillip probably didn't even have a cock. He couldn't have, if he was letting a nice woman like Susan sleep alone. No normal man could allow something like that.
CHAPTER TWO
The afternoon went slowly for Susan. All the drinking she had done, and on an empty stomach, she remembered, made her fingers numb. Typing was next to impossible, and she made mistake after mistake.
Fortunately, she had been with the company long enough, and was such a good worker, that this one day of slipping went unnoticed. And after a reasonably short while, the effects of her drinking diminished enough so that she could make a pretty good show.
As the time for closing came closer and closer, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She almost dreaded having to ask Mr. Merril for a favor. Up to this point, she had been able to remain aloof and professional. She did her job very well, and as long as she did it, R. Merril had no hold over her. Asking him for a favor would put her in a spot she would not like to be in. But she would do it for Phillip. No matter what Allen thought of him, Susan loved him, and she was willing to do anything she could to see that he was happy. Who knows? If Phillip did get a concert showing and it did turn out well, then maybe he would see that he had been neglecting his wife.
Finally, the last of the secretaries left, waving goodbye to Susan, who forced a smile and told her that she would see her in the morning.
The young wife finished up the letter she was typing, glancing every once in a while at the office phone on her desk. One of the lights was lit, which meant that Merril was talking with someone in his "office. When the light went off, Susan would go into the office. Generally, she never stayed this late, since after a certain point, there was no more typing assigned. She found that she had to really look for something to do while she waited, her mouth was going dry.
At last, the light went off, and Susan pushed herself away from her desk, her heart pounding in her chest so loudly that she was certain the vibrations would bring the building down.
As she knocked on Merril's door, she felt her apprehension slowly fade from her for some reason. There was really no certainty that her boss would do something to her that she didn't want him to do. And even though he drove his secretaries hard with work, it was that very thing that had made the bank one of the largest in the city. And Merril wasn't really all that bad. True, he had made advances at all the girls, but something like that was to be expected.
"Come in," she heard the voice of her boss call from the opposite side of the door. Taking a deep breath and sighing, Susan opened the door and entered Merril's office in one fluid motion, committing herself before she had a chance to change her mind.
"Mr. Merril," Susan said, assuming a professional tone to start with, "I have the Benson account letters here for you to sign." She walked quickly to the front of Merril's desk, holding a sheaf of paper for him.
"Thank you, Susan," Merril said, taking them from her without looking at them. Instead, his eyes fixed on hers, and his forehead became furrowed with deep thought.
"Susan," he said, letting the letters fall on the top of his desk and coming around to stand in front of her, "something's on your mind, isn't there? You've been with us long enough to know that this could have been taken care of in the morning. Even if I were to sign them this moment, I wouldn't make the last mail pick up."
Susan turned her head to look at her boss.
True, she had been with the company long enough to know that. His nearness made her heart flutter in her chest, but there was something she hadn't counted on. All the times he had made his little advances at her had been during regular working hours. And he really didn't treat her any differently than he treated the other girls. In a way, it was almost as though he did things like that because he was expected to, not because he really wanted to. After all, he was married. Susan had seen his wife once, and she was a very lovely woman. Certainly he would not want to risk ruining a marriage with a woman as nice as Niven for a little fling.
"Uhhhh ... yes," she said, noting that her boss was looking serious and concerned, as though he really did care about her well being. "I waited until everyone left because I wanted to talk to you."
Merril's facial expression did not change. Somehow, this was not turning out the way Susan had thought it would. She had been expecting her boss to make a pass at her right away. Even though he was standing so close to her, his hands were folded across his chest, and he was leaning back against his desk, waiting for her to talk.
But if his outward appearance was casual, inside, Merril was jumping for glee. A good administrator keeps his eyes and ears open. No matter what people might think, the private lives of employees are very important to the company. If something was messing up the private life of his secretaries, then their work would suffer, and if their work went sour, the bank lost out. Merril had been hearing things about Susan and her husband, things that made him wonder how she was able to function at her usually high efficiency with all that she must be having on her mind. In the two years Susan had been with him, Merril had come to know a great deal about her, and one of those things was that, aside from her husband, she had little other problems. Therefore, she must want to talk to him about her husband ... what was his name ... Phillip.
"All right, Susan," Merril said, "I'm always willing to help one of our finer girls if I can."
Susan hadn't expected something like this. She assumed that Merril would be hovering over her, now that he had her alone in his office with no one else around. Instead, she found that he was a warm and understanding person ... the way her father would have been ... or should have been, had he been a real father, instead of someone who went to work and came home without caring what she did with her life.
"It's about my husband ... Phillip," she said, controlling her voice so that Merril would not see how embarrassed she was feeling.
Merril nodded his head. He almost blurted out that he thought it was something like that, but he checked himself. There was no point in playing out his hand just yet. Let's see what she has in mind before you decide on a plan of action.
"You know that he's a musician," Susan said, looking behind her and taking a seat. "He's been having a pretty rough time of it lately. It seems that no one wants to give him a chance. I know he could make it, Mr. Merril. I just know it. He's talented, and he works very hard at it, and all...."
"First of all," Merril said, seeing that Susan was getting a little desperate. He wanted to calm her down, so there would be no doubt as to what she was telling him, and what she meant by it. "We've known each other long enough for you to call me Richard ... at least after hours. So suppose we begin there. Now, slow down and tell me what you would like me to do."
Susan could feel her whole body relax. She had never thought that Merril ... Richard, could be so warm and understanding, but he obviously was. In his way, he was controlled and secure, as though he knew that no matter what happened, he would be able to meet the challenge. His sophisticated image made Susan feel as though she could trust him as much as she trusted her half brother. Where Allen was a man who pulled no punches in his actions, Richard was cool and thoughtful. It would be nice if the two of them could somehow be transformed into one man. She had never thought of Richard as a potential friend before, preferring never to mix her job and her private life.
And the fact that he hadn't even attempted to take advantage of her was something that made her trust him all the more. She could kick herself now because of all the time and energy she had wasted trying to avoid him. She made a mental note that she would never make a judgment about a person until she knew as much about him or her as possible.
"Phillip is trying to revive an old style of classical guitar," Susan began, "and he's trying to fuse it with an avant-garde style of music. I'm afraid that's all I know about it. Most of what he tells me goes right over my head. I have to confess that I really don't like the music he plays very much, but I can tell that he is very good."
"Hummmmm," grunted Merril thoughtfully. While he didn't say so, he had a pretty good idea that Phillip wasn't nearly as good as Susan thought. If he were, he would be going out on his own and trying to make his own connections instead of having his wife do the leg work.
"I was wondering if it would be possible for you to see if you could get him a concert at the
Music Hall. You wouldn't even have to pay him, since I know that he's an unknown and everything. All he needs is for people to see what he can do. I'm sure that once that happens, he'll be getting offers from all over the country."
"Do you really believe that?" Merril asked suddenly, looking directly into Susan's eyes. "Do you really believe that your husband is that talented? Or are you just doing this because he's your husband, and you think you owe him something?"
Susan shook her head for a moment. She wasn't all that sure what she was being asked.
"I don't understand," she said. "He's my husband. I should do everything I can to see to it that he succeeds."
"That may be," Merril said, "but there comes a time when a wife must sit back and allow her husband to do it on his own. Knowing where that line is is one of the most difficult things in a marriage. I admire your faith in Phillip, and if you're sure that this is all he needs, I'd be happy to see what I can do for him."
At first, Susan couldn't believe what she had heard. It all seemed too easy. Everything had fallen into place without a hitch.
"But first, Susan," Merril continued, "I would like to meet your husband. Even if he does not get paid, there is still some expense. And, of course, some trouble. I would like to see for myself if Phil has the talent you say he has."
"Phillip," Susan corrected automatically. "He hates being called Phil."
Again Merril grunted. There was something wrong, he thought, with a person who tried to hide behind his name like that.
"Alright ... Phillip," Merril continued after the interruption, I would like to see for myself if Phillip has the talent you seem to think he has. If there's anything I hate, It's throwing good money after bad ... even if it is primarily the bank's money. Things like that can get me into a lot of trouble."
"Then you'll do something for him?" Susan asked, her appreciation showing in her deep brown eyes. When she looked this eager, her whole face took on a lovely quality of child-like innocence. Even though Merril did not want to play his hand out right away, he could not help but be captivated by the sensual beauty which seemed to flow from every pore of Susan's cream-white flesh. Even as she awaited his answer, he allowed his eyes to travel down her body, resting for a moment on the lovely swell of her breasts as they seemed to spill from her tight fitting blouse. And then farther down, when her clinging skirt followed every curve and contour of her young, vibrant body. Against his will. Merril could feel his cock give a twitch in his pants, and for a moment, he tried to visualize what this goddess of beauty would look like naked in front of him, her dark cuntal triangle glistening with her flowing vaginal fluids as her excitement and need for fulfillment made themselves manifest.
Then he shook his head a little to bring himself out of the trance. He would be getting into her tight little pussy soon enough without very much trouble. Why bother trying to figure out what she would look like, when he would be getting the real thing soon enough?
"I'll talk some more about it after I've met your husband," he told her, delighting in the way he could keep her guessing and therefore slightly off-balance. In the world of business, he had learned that he was a much better operator when his opponent was off-balance. And there was very little difference between business and life!
* * *
"I'm sorry I'm late, honey," Susan said as she entered her apartment. "I stayed at the office to talk to Mr. Merrill."
For a moment, she was not all that sure Phillip had even heard her. He never said hello when she came home from work, and she had apologized for being late rather automatically.
The sounds of Phillip's playing filled the apartment somewhat loudly, and as usual, her husband seemed to be lost in a world all his own, without regard to the fact that Susan had just come home, let alone was late.
"That's all right, Susan," he said finally as he made several notes on his music pad. Then he set down his guitar carefully and walked over to her.
This action was a little strange to Susan. Generally, he would continue with his work until she had fixed dinner. His coming to her like this threw her off some.
"I have an idea," Phillip said with a strange grin on his boy-like fair face. "Suppose we forget about dinner for a little while. I've been doing a little thinking recently, and it dawns on me that I've been forgetting all about you. Maybe that's what's the matter with my music. I haven't had a good fucking in a long time."
Susan's mouth dropped to the floor. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was almost as though her dreams had come true ... and without help of Merril after all. She was so shocked that she hardly heard the words Phillip used. Her artistic husband had said over and over again that profanity was beneath him.
But she hardly heard the word "fuck". All she knew was that her husband was approaching her, and for a moment, she merely stared at him. doing little things to herself to make sure that she was not in a dream of some sort.
What Phillip had said was essentially true. While Susan had been away at work and he had been trying to get something together with his music, he had done a little thinking. There was no reason why he should be sexually frustrated as well as musically frustrated. That was why he had married Susan in the first place. He knew that sex was an important part of life in general, and he believed that if he had a steady sex life, things would go a little easier for him. Working alone in the apartment, he found that, for the first time in a long time, his thoughts had drifted away from his work and centered on his wife. He remembered how she had looked naked, and these visions had given him an erection that wouldn't quit. For a moment during the afternoon, he thought that he would just go to bed and masturbate, in the hopes that his mind would clear and he could return to work.
And then he remembered that he had a wife. Jesus, he thought as he stopped mid-way, why should I do something like that when the real thing will be coming home in a little while?
The thought that he was once again going to fuck his wife settled him a little, and he found that he could return to his work while he waited for her to come home. He truthfully hadn't noticed that she was late, since he had no real idea what time she came home anyway. His hunger was submerged in something stronger. When he thought that he hadn't fucked his wife in nearly a month, he wanted to kick himself in the ass. No wonder he couldn't seem to get things down with his music. What he needed, he decided, was a good cleaning out of his body ... a good orgasm so he could get back to thinking about his music.
For a long moment, Susan and Phillip stared at each other. This was so new to her, such a change from the way Phillip had been for the last few months that she hardly knew what she should do. In the two years they had been married, he had never come to her in the early evening like this.
"Phillip," she said in a voice that was little more than a whisper. That was all.
"What? Are you tired from your day at work?" he asked in a slightly sarcastic voice. "Maybe you want to eat first. I'll tell you something, Susan, I want you, and I want you now."
That was all Susan had to hear. She couldn't believe it, and there was no way she could understand it, but she decided that she would take advantage of it before she woke up and found that it might be really a dream.
"Oooohhh ... no. I'm not tired," she said. She really was, but sleep was something she could get any time she wanted. She could eat later too. At the moment, all she could think about was that she had her husband back. She could feel her vagina coming alive as she envisioned Phillip naked. Only this time, it was the real thing, and not some fantasy she had to bring to her mind as she wrestled with her own emotions and needs. She was going to have her husband's penis in her body once again, and she was determined that she would give him a screwing that would make him want her more and more.
Philip inched closer to her, almost as afraid as she was of this departure from the norm they had been living for far too long. Susan opened her hand and allowed the purse she had been carrying to drop to the floor. Her eyes were wide open, as she still felt the shock of all this, as Phillip brought his mouth down over hers in a hot wet kiss that sent shivers of desire searing through her young, hungry body.
She went limp, forgetting those things which should have come naturally to her. Phillip pulled his mouth away from her, and then kissed her again, this time more passionately and suggestively. When his moist rigid tongue began thrusting insistently into her warm wet mouth, snaking around her own in an irresistibly sensuous motion, Susan groaned deep in her throat and found herself responding. She began to lash her tongue back into her husband's mouth, at the same time feeling her strength coming back to her. She brought her arms up and around his waist, and he did the same to her with his. They pulled each other tightly and Susan shivered as she felt his Phillip's excited hard cock searing through the cloth of his pants and burning right through the several layers of clothing they were wearing, causing her to grind her desire-filled pelvis hard up against him. She forgot all about the fact that Merril was going to do what he could to help Phillip. She forgot everything except one thing ... she had her husband back, and he wanted her.
Even though he had been thinking about this for a long time, Phillip was not all that certain that Susan would respond. But he could tell by her reaction that she wanted him' as much as he wanted her. For what seemed like an eternity, they stood in the living room of the apartment, their mouths locked tightly, their tongues dancing and playing with each other's.
As he drew Susan's body tightly against his, Phillip could feel the passion-swollen melons of his wife's breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel her desire-hardened breast nipples trying to burst through the blouse she was wearing. They felt like hot hard marbles against his chest, even through his shirt.
He finally managed to pull his mouth away from hers enough for him to say: "Suppose we go to the bedroom?"
Susan was in seventh heaven. She thought she wouldn't be hearing her husband say something like that for a long time. Desire for him was so strong that she couldn't even question his motives. All she knew was that she would have the real thing after having been so long without it. Even as she followed Phillip the short distance to the bedroom, she began taking her clothes off. She was glad that she had stopped wearing a bra years ago. All she had to do was unbutton her blouse and unzip her skirt, two things that could be done while she moved. She didn't want to waste one precious moment. By the time they reached the bedroom, Susan had managed to strip to nothing more than her thin nylon bikini panties.
Demurely closing the door behind them, she turned her near-nakedness to face her husband, and he smiled when he noticed that there was a wet stain soaking through her panties where the cloth pressed up against her passion-lubricated cuntal lips. He would never have dreamed that she would become so excited so quickly, but he wasn't going to think of that now. She was his wife, and he wanted to fuck her. That was the only thing on his mind. Fucking a wife was certainly cheaper than fucking a whore, and he could take his time. Later, when he was done, he could return to his music. For the moment, all he wanted to do was relieve the ache in his balls that had been there all day.
He pulled his shirt from his body and embraced Susan once again, feeling more and more in command of the situation now. Her full roundly resilient breasts now pressed softly against his chest, their hot pink nipples like points of fire on his naked skin. Phillip could not stifle a groan from the heavy lusty sensations crawling in his loins and he slipped his right hand up under her arm to caress the warm flesh appreciatively. Between thumb and forefinger, he lightly rolled her already distended pink nipples, bringing up further moans of long repressed desire from the young brunette's lushly upturned mouth. She could feel the heat of his penis straining to break free from his pants pressing up against the smooth flat plane of her belly, and she moved swiftly, opening his belt and unzipping his pants. When she pulled them down as far as she could without breaking the embrace, she shivered as she felt, for the first time in far too long, the nakedness of her husband's cock against her eager, tingly flesh.
Phillip chuckled as he pulled away from her just enough for him to complete the job of taking his clothes off. Susan could feel her mouth water as she watched his long jutting cock bobble with his motions. For all the world, he looked like a little boy about to lose his virginity in his eagerness. For her part, Susan felt different than she had ever felt before. It had been so long since she had had sex with her husband that she herself felt like a virgin.
Even as she stood and watched him desperately, she found that she was revolving her trim hips and buttocks in the air, as though she were practicing the motions she would be using on him in just a few short moments.
Then Phillip approached her once again and whispered into her ear. "Lie down! I'm going to fuck you."
Susan trembled at the sound of the words. She smiled and bit on her lower lip. She thought that she would have never heard those words again. He used to say things like that when they were first married, but it had been so long since he had used them that their sound was strange and almost foreign coming from him.
But she didn't care about that. Without a moment's hesitation, she backed to the bed and lowered her body down on the exact spot where she had fingered herself to orgasm the night before. Phillip followed her down and rolled over on top of her petite, nearly naked body and reached for her clinching and un clinching buttocks with both hands, slipping the brief white panties away from the tender swell of her hips and thighs as she helped him by bending her knees so he could take them off over her ankles. She loved having him finish stripping her like this. It made her able to give herself to him all the more fully ... more so than if she had completely taken her clothes off herself.
When the handsome young husband pressed his hotly throbbing cock up into the narrow valley of his wife's churning loins, he could feel the heat of her nakedly exposed pussy reaching up for the desperately probing tip of his massiveness.
There was no doubt that Susan was as eager for him as he was for her, and Phillip felt with the thick bulbous tip of his penis for the narrow mouth of her cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off the mattress with both his hands. He could feel his wife's excitement increasing more and more, and then finally, like a hot mouth "nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made its maddening contact with his aching penis.
Slowly, they began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening the penetration of his blood-engorged cock.
Susan was amazed that she could become so ready so quickly. Even as she felt the tip of his penis touching the slightly splayed cuntal flanges, she thought with the last vestiges of her reason that this was what she wanted. She didn't need all the preparation most women did. At the moment, something like that would have been a waste of time. She discovered that she was always ready for her husband ... that she always wanted his cock in her body. In her mind, she was always prepared for him.
As his penis slipped easily into the wet, warm sheath of her cunt, Susan could not hold back the moan of delight she felt wash over her.
"Ooooooohhhh GOD! Aaaaaa...!"
She moaned into his open mouth, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the hard thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly awaiting vagina. Her husband's swollen cock was much thicker than she remembered, and even though it slithered into her without resistance, she still felt as though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. His pulsating hardness raced relentlessly up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls clasping around the hardened rod like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and its broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it bumped against her cervix that she thought she would cry with tears of sheer physical joy.
The young wife's husband began a low, rhythmical motion, gradually increasing the length of his fucking strokes until his loins were pumping like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, the musician had been pulling up his wife to meet him in quick little jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself in her up to the hilt.
Susan was caught up in the joy of once again having sex with her husband. Although she was still a little surprised by his sudden change in actions, she nevertheless allowed the passion she had so long hoped for to sweep over her body and mind. Reason was clouded over by the burning need she had for him ... clouded and finally destroyed altogether. She could feel herself losing all control over her actions and motions.
Phillip could feel her lose control as well, and he delighted when her moist cunt began a gentle massaging motion around the thick sword of his impaling flesh. He ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid saddle between his wife's thighs as she strained up to meet him, using the mattress as a spring-board and arching her back so that she was actually able to lift both of them from the bed. Her thighs trembled unceasingly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually, her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a pagan bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of her husband's steady in and out motion up between her quivering thighs.
Phillip felt with amazement his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. Again and again he fucked into the warm moist cavern of her steaming softness, his sperm-inflated balls slapping each time against the roundly working buttocks below. He had forgotten the pleasures that can be had from having his penis surrounded by the eager and yearning vagina of his wife, and he made a mental note that he would not let things go for so long again.
The previously frustrated young wife began to throw all caution to the wind, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that her husband was once again sparking in her. She trembled each time his body came crashing down on top of her, driving his lust-ballooned cock deeply into the churning sluce of her pussy. She closed her eyes in her mounting passion, and she envisioned her husband as, not a musician, but a powerful, animalistic male who was using her to vent his lust, and whom she was using for the very same reason. They were no longer man and wife, but two sweating, grunting beings whose need for each other superceded everything else.
Phillip raised himself up on his hands now spread on the mattress beside her shoulders, his blue eyes appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled lust on her face. Although his eyes were open, his vision was blurred by the waves of desire washing over him as his self-inflicted repression was cast aside in favor of sheer pleasure.
The abandoned young wife's mouth hung slackly open to the side as she groaned loudly in the bedroom. Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaped from between her lips with each smooth fuck of her husband's hard-pistoning cock, her shoulder-length brown hair scattered about the pillow as she wildly writhed beneath him.
Phillip let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Susan's soft cream-white neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of her wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up for him to devour, and then he looked down past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.
As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed thighs, he could see his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing in headlong back into the up-thrusting mound between her open thighs. The auburn beauty was pushing up to meet his fucking thrusts as though she were unable to wait a split second for his next plunge into her moist cunt. Each time he fucked to the hilt, the young husband held there an instant, savoring the delicious sensations as she shuddered violently on his huge impaling shaft of flesh. Her loins were jerking in tiny quick rotations that threatened to make his balls explode at any moment. Again and again the young woman wrenched her pelvis downward as the musician began the long withdraw!, her warm pussy moistly sucking at his thick throbbing cock like a wild animal in heat.
Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers again, Phillip reached up under Susan's crazily jerking buttocks. As he fucked his swollen penis rhythmically into the steaming hot wetness of her cunt, he used his fingers to spread the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for the tiny, unprotected hole of her anus. He remembered that she used to beg him to finger her ass-hole while he fucked her in her cunt, and he was determined that he would get every ounce of pleasure out of this fuck that he could. Teasingly, he passed over the tiny puckered nether mouth with his finger tip, sending her loins into new spasms of activity from this sudden unexpected contact.
Spreading her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her ravenous pussy, Susan pitched crazily under her husband, and he sensed that, before long, she would be reaching her climax. Eagerly, she opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in a fever-pitched unison with his relentless spearing strokes into her all-consuming vagina. Into his ear she, warbled meaningless cries as though she had lost control of her voice, now coming closer and closer to the delirious moment of fulfillment she had been working for ... and waiting for so long.
Suddenly, the sex-delirious young wife pulled her knees up under his chest as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in a desperate urging to his merciless cock-strokes, and then she found her voice again.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... fuck it ... fuck it ... FUCK IT HARD!! " she chanted, mumbling words she thought she would never be able to use again, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned and pulled her thighs up higher still, pressing her full-mounded breasts back flat against her chest.
"I'm cumming." the young woman exclaimed as though she could hardly believe it. "I'm cumming ... cumming ... AAAAAHHHH!!!"
The whole of her widely stretched pussy was presented up to her husband to use as he wished, her ankles now locked high up over his shoulders, her toes curled into tiny little balls. Susan could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of Phillip's slowly driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in the wild uninhibited throes of her orgasm. Her words had once again become incoherent, intelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing eyes gazing as if in wonder at the ceiling.
Phillip marveled as he grinned down at his young wife racing out of control into a wild climax. He gritted his teeth and then clenched hit buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming himself, wanting this to last as long as possible for him. Even though he wanted to fuck his wife more often, he didn't know when he would be getting the chance, and he wanted to he sure that he had something to tide him over ... just in case.
"I'M CCCCUUUUMMMMMMM-MIIINNNNGGGGG!!!" Susan suddenly cried out in an ear-shattering moan that nearly deafened her husband. Her words urged him to plunge deeper and deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching and tightening at his tingling cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to him with all her strength, shuddering against his body, the hotly clasping inner walls of her passion-soaked pussy flooding warm orgasmic fluids around his deeply buried hardness for what seemed like an eternity.
Susan held her breath for a long moment and then expelled it as though struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto the mattress. She lay still and unmoving. little palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing around his cock lodged deep up inside her satisfied little belly.
Phillip was slightly confused. All he had really wanted was a good fucking. There hadn't been anything on his mind but the emptying of his sperm into his wife's vagina, and here she was. already resting after she had cum. His balls were still aching, and he wasn't all that sure as to what he should do. Automatically, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep in her tight-clutching vagina, wondering if this would bring her to life again. .
It did!
The physically exhausted young woman felt a re-stirring of her too long empty vagina. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, she found that she was fucking again, driving her loins up against her husband's once more as they began fucking together. Susan was moaning out loud as she sensed the surprising ripples of another orgasm building deep in her cunt. She couldn't remember a time when she had been so completely filled before; the sensations spreading through her body were driving her wild!
"Oooohhhh ... my ... God...!" she cried out suddenly, the sound of her voice filling the room. "I'm cumming again ... again ... Don't stop...I'm cumming!! "
This time Phillip could not hold back. His wildly jerking cock hotly expanded inside her moistly pulsing cunt, the machine-gun spurts beginning deep down in his aching balls at long last. His hot cum spewed up into her wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust in the jungle.
Susan could feel the heated wetness of her husband's sperm flooding her vagina ... a heated wetness she had been too long without. She delighted in its sensation ... in the sensation of his penis expanding like an over-filled blimp and filling her to the brim ... of his body laboring on top of hers as he fucked his cock deeply into her, the rubbery tip pressing tightly against the ring of her cervix.
"Ooooo ... aaahhh ... fill me with your cum. I want your cum ... your cum..." she chanted as she felt his delicious heated wetness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her pussy clasped hotly around its hard-driving thickness as her own lust-fired secretions once more erupted in answer and spilled out into the already drowning cavern of her wildly quivering cuntal passage.
Phillip gave one last powerful lunge up between her raised legs and held himself there to spew out the last precious drop of his semen into the sucking mouth of his wife's vagina, holding his exploding loins as tight to her squirming pussy flesh as he could. He could feel her insides still gushing forth around his slowly deflating penis as she writhed greedily, anxious to suck from him all the sperm he had to offer. Shoving her ass-cheeks downward, Susan squirmed her frantically clutching anus tighter around on his lightly resting finger until the palm of his hand was pressed flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring of flesh contracting around him.
Then it was over for her. It had seemed endless, and every moment of it had been as beautiful as she had known all along it would be. Her long tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she lay spread-eagled on the mattress beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation.
Phillip lay still for a moment savoring the pleasure of his now-empty balls. They felt so good, now that the ache he had been carrying in them all day had been taken care of. As he rested his body on top of his wife's, he began to once again gain control of his mind. Even as he lay there in total nakedness, with his wife naked beneath him, he could see some of the problems with his music. He could see through several stumbling blocks which had plagued him for the last couple of days.
As his wife's body heaved under him. laboring to catch her breath, he could see that a good portion of the work he had been doing for the last week or so would have to be redone. He would have to start from the beginning on so many things ... things which, until this very moment, he thought he had licked.
With a sigh, he picked himself off his wife, gave her a long deep look, and then rolled to the edge of the bed, where he sat while he slipped into his pants.
Susan sat up, her breasts forming their hard, firm, apple shape in this position, and she eyed her husband's actions with wonderment.
"Wha ... what are you doing?" she asked, fearing the worst. When he had looked at her, she had thought that he would be fucking her again. After all, he had gone without sex for as long as she had. It had been her belief that
Phillip had seen the error of his ways with her, and that they would be making love ... fucking each other the way they used to ... heedless of time and space and everything else except themselves.
"I have some work that I have to do," he told her, as though she should have known better than to ask such a question.
"You're going to go and ... and work?" she asked, her mouth dropping to the mattress with her shock. If his actions when she had come home had surprised her, these surprised her even more.
"Of course, I'm going to do work. What did you think, that I don't have anything better to do then spend the whole night in bed with you?"
Susan couldn't believe what she was hearing, and for a moment, she thought that she would put her foot down and demand that he come back and fuck her.
She decided against it, though. Even though she could still feel a tingling in her vagina, still wanted to be held and kissed and fucked by her husband, she had finally gotten what she wanted, and though she could have gone on like that all night and well into the morning, a little was better than none at all. Quickly, she reasoned that if she pressed the issue, Phillip might retreat into his world as totally as before. and she would never be able to stand that ... not after the way he had just fucked her.' God! He hadn't lost one bit of his sexual talent. Even though he hadn't kissed her ... held her for the last three weeks or so, he was still the way he used to be.
And she had to admit that she felt better now than she had during those last weeks. Generally, when she was with her husband, she felt as though she was in one world, and he was in another. Now, though, while he dressed, Susan felt that there was still some hope for them. He hadn't completely cut her out of his life. After all, he had been the one to approach her this afternoon. That must count for something.
Then she remembered that she had talked to her boss. If there was ever a time to tell her husband something, this was it. Even though he was trying to act somewhat detached, she could see the warm after-glow of his body their love-making would always bring. Certainly he was in a better mood now than he had been for a long time, and she was feeling pretty fine herself.
"I ... uh ... talked to my boss this afternoon," she began, hoping that she would get his attention before he left the room and was lost to her for God knows how long.
"Really?" he said in a cold, bored voice. Susan couldn't believe that he could become so distant so quickly. It was almost as if he really hadn't fucked her. Just what was the matter with him anyway? she thought to herself. Can that stupid guitar of his mean that much more than his wife?
"Yes, really," she answered in a voice that let him know she was not going to stand for anything. "I talked to him about you."
He had been on his way out of the bedroom to his work area when she stopped him with those words. He stood in the door, his shirt open, barefoot, and looked down at the floor for a moment. Then he decided he had better try and find out a little more.
"All right, all right, what did you and that wonderful man you work for have to say about me?" he asked. He had told her several times that he thought Merril was little more than a money-grubbing banker that didn't deserve to walk the face of the earth. Most of what Phillip said about him, like everything else, was totally beyond Susan's understand, but it had something to do with Merril making money off the bad times of the poor. Susan couldn't see where Phillip would have gotten an idea like that. If he would come to the bank, he would see that Mr. Merril worked just as hard as all the other people there.
"I asked him if he would do something to help you get a concert together or something,"
Susan said, feeling the need to come to the defense of both her boss and her own actions. It was a feeling she did not like.
"Oh, really?" Phillip said sarcastically. "You went to him and told him that you have a struggling musician for a husband and he agreed to give me a lot of money so that I could continue with my work?"
Susan pursed her lips and fought to hold back the anger she felt rising deep within her. Phillip was treating her like a little child, as though she didn't have a brain in her head. He wasn't even willing to listen to what she had to say, probably believing that she would never be able to talk to a man like Mr. Merril.
"Will you listen to me for once in your life?" she hissed at him. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sat down on the edge of the bed. This wasn't what he had been expecting at all. All he wanted to do was get to his guitar while his ideas were still fresh in his mind. Talking to his wife would only make things that much harder to get together again.
"All right, Susan," he said, looking directly into her eyes. "Tell me what you and this boss of yours talked about."
Susan sighed deeply.
"I told him that all you needed was to have a lot of people hear you on your guitar. I told him that you have a lot of talent, and that you practice very hard. I asked him if he would pull a few strings and get you a concert at the Music Hall sometime."
"Uh huh," Phillip said, hardly showing any of the excitement Susan though he would.
"Aren't you happy?" she asked, unable to believe that Phillip was just looking at her as though he expected her to tell him more. "Doesn't it mean anything to you that you can give a concert? I thought that was what you wanted."
"It was. Sometimes, I think it still is. But let me tell you something, Susan. I doubt that you will be able to understand this, but I'm going to try. My music is pure. My music is crystal clear in my mind. I've had a few friends listen to some of the things I do, and it goes over their heads, just like you tell me it goes over your head. I'm beginning to learn that most people just don't want to try and understand what I'm doing. So why should I bother trying to please them? If they don't care, fuck them."
Susan stared at her husband as he told her this. She shook her head in disbelief.
"So what you're saying is all you want to do is sit in your work room and play that fucking guitar?" she screamed.
"My 'fucking guitar,' as you call it, is going to make us famous soon. We'll just have to wait until the world comes around to my music.
When that happens..."
"Now just wait a moment," Susan said, feeling the anger she had been holding back come to a head. "I don't want to wait. I'm pretty sick and tired of working at the job I have, and the only reason I'm doing it is so you can practice and write. Have you forgotten that if I weren't working, you wouldn't have enough money to buy guitar strings, let alone a guitar?"
"Ooooohhhh..." he said, raising his eyebrows. "So we're going to pull that stuff, are we? Well, listen to this, little Miss Woman's Lib. The power you're trying to hold over me is the same power that boss of yours wants." He threw up his hands and rolled his eyes again. "Let me explain it to you in your own terms. What you're telling me is that, since you have the money, you can tell me what to do. Your boss wants to say the same thing. If he puts himself out to give me a concert, he will try and tell me the type of music I should be writing. No one, not even you, can do that to me."
"Oh ... fuck your music," she spat. She bounced to the other side of the bed and came to her feet. With her fists pressing into her sides, she glowered at Phillip, looking in her nakedness like an angry goddess ready, willing and able to hurl thunderbolts at him.
"I don't mind supporting you. God knows I would have to support myself. But you told me that when we got married, I would be having that job for just a little while ... long enough for you to get your music together. You've had two years, and I'm calling that promise."
If Phillip was shocked by this sudden outburst, he was certainly no more shocked than Susan. Even as she panted and glowered at him, she felt totally out of her field. She had never before stood up to her husband like this. In fact, she had never given it a thought before. She couldn't understand what had happened to her that would give her the strength to demand that he finally make an effort. Perhaps it was the talk she had had with Allen. Certainly her half-brother would have said something like that a long time ago. She remembered how helpless she had felt when she talked to Allen earlier in the day, and how she had to go to him for help rather than her husband. And even though talking to her boss had not been nearly as bad as she thought it would be, she could remember the apprehension she had felt over that. She didn't want that to be all for nothing.
Phillip sighed. The woman yelling at him like this was almost a total stranger, and he decided that he had better handle the situation carefully. The very thought that he might have to find a job and work, rather than play his music and develop it the way it still needed threatened to turn his stomach.
"All right," he conceded. "What do I have to do?"
Susan felt her anger subsiding somewhat as her husband seemed to come around a little.
"He says that he wants to talk to you," she told him, managing to keep her voice even and calm. He wants to see you and find out a little more about you and your music."
"Okay," Phillip said, standing and moving toward the door. "You tell him that I'll agree to play his little game for a while. I'll meet with him, and I'll talk to him. Who knows? Some of those rich people know a few things. It's quite possible that he might understand what I'm doing with my work, though I doubt it."
His constant condescending tones were beginning to irk Susan to no end.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd better go and practice. I'll want to be able to play my best for this man. Seems a pity to be wasting my talents on the-likes of him."
Like a little child, he raced from the bedroom, having gotten the last word. Susan started to say something, but stopped, since she really couldn't think of anything. When Phillip was gone, she stared at the door for a moment, trying to calm down enough so that she could get dressed and get dinner ready.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. One moment, Phillip was the way he had been when they were first married ... warm and kind and gentle. Then the next moment, he was his new self ... cold and detached and treating her like a child. Even though she had loved having his cock in her body again, she felt none of the after-warmth she used to. For a brief moment, she had been in Seventh Heaven, but that moment had passed all too quickly.
She would do almost anything to get those feelings back ... the ones Phillip had been able to bring her just a few short minutes ago. But as good as those feelings were, they weren't worth going through what she had just gone through with Phillip. She didn't like being treated like a child ... someone who didn't have a brain in her head. After all, she really did hate her job. She looked forward to the day when she wouldn't have to be a secretary any more. Phillip had promised her two years ago that he would make her famous, and he hadn't done a damn thing to keep that promise. She could see that now.
And while she didn't know what she was going to do about it, she knew that she wasn't going to put up with it much longer. She had had to leave school to support other people, and she was tired of it. The time was coming when she wanted too support herself for a change.
CHAPTER THREE
The days between that Tuesday and the end of the week passed quickly for Susan. After she had told Mr. Merril that her husband would agree to meet him, a date was set for the four of them to have drinks and dinner at the boss's plush home in the suburb of Navato, just north of San Francisco. Susan looked forward to spending a quiet evening with her boss, his wife, and her husband. For the entire week, Mr. Merril was especially nice to her, though he did nothing that she would have considered forward. Once, on Thursday, he asked her to drinks after work, and Susan accepted with some reservation. She fully expected Merril to do something like get her drunk and try and seduce her, and she went with a mental note that she would watch herself very carefully.
She needn't have worried. Merril was just trying to gain her confidence, and he was succeeding. He knew that Susan was a loyal little wife, and that it would take some doing for her to come around to a more modern way of thinking. He was a little surprised that after being married to a man who professed some of the "far out" ideas she said Phillip had, she would still believe in something old fashioned as strict loyalty to a husband. Merril's wife, Niven, had laid the law down before they were married. They were to have an open relationship, and that was all there was to it. At first, Merril had been a little apprehensive that it would work. After all, it was one thing to say you believed in something like that, and another thing to live it.
But he had found, in the twenty years of his marriage to the same woman, that it could work. Both Niven and Richard had their freedom, and their marriage was stronger than most others the banker could think of. Certainly, he and Niven had none of the problems Susan and Phillip seemed to have.
Susan could feel a tingly stinging in her belly as Friday came near. All through work that day, she found that her mind was not on her work at all. Her fingers moved across the typewriter keyboard without a thought. Her mind was focused on what could happen after Phillip showed Merril ... Richard ... just what he could do in the world of music. The general plan was that Merril would take Susan home, where they would pick up Phillip, and then head out to
Navato. Merril had spoken very highly of his wife, and Susan had made an attempt to dress well for the occasion. She did not like the idea that she would have to work and then go out all in the same clothing, but her boss had assured her over and over again that theirs was a casual home, that sometimes, when they felt like it, he and his wife would entertain very important guests in jeans and sweat-shirts, just for the hell of it.
"When you know your successful," Richard said once while he and Susan were talking that week, "you know that you don't have to dress to impress people. Everyone knows who I am. I don't have to prove anything with my clothing.
He chuckled as he told her a little story about how he and Niven had invited the cream of San Francisco society to their home for a fund-raising party. Everyone there had been dressed in the latest styles ... everyone but Merril and his wife, who chose to wander about their home in shorts and tee-shirts. While the guests thought that was rather tasteless, they nevertheless raised more money than had ever been raised for the organization they were trying to help.
Susan smiled as she tried to imagine Merril doing something like that. She could not, though. She had only seen him as a somewhat stuffy boss who dressed as best he could during the business hours, though she was beginning to see a side of him that most of the other employees rarely saw ... a warm, friendly side ... a human side.
But if Susan was excited about the meeting, Phillip became more and more withdrawn. He hardly talked to Susan that week, offering her the excuse that he had to work harder than ever on his music. After he had fucked Susan earlier that week, her returned to his practicing, and Susan found that she was once again alone in bed, with her husband just a few feet away, playing his guitar and piano. Several times during that week, Susan was forced to use her middle finger and bring herself to climax in the darkness of her room. She told herself that this would all be over soon, that Phillip would impress her boss enough so that he would give him a concert. Then things would be better ... much better.
Once, Phillip asked Susan to tell her boss that he wasn't ready, hoping that she could persuade him to hold off the party for a little while. Susan said nothing as she glowered at her husband, and he could see that he was pushing her just a little too far. He finally backed down, deciding that he had nothing to loose, really. He even held back his opinions of Merril.
In fact, he held back everything, and on the morning before they were to go to the Merril's home, he merely grunted when she reminded him to be ready around six o'clock.
Finally, the moment arrived. All the other secretaries had gone, making the office a silent room with empty desks and covered typewriters. Susan was finishing up her work when Merril came out of his office. He had already taken off his tie, and Susan was surprised how this little thing made him look more distinguished, rather than the other way around. Even though he was middle aged, he had the powerful body of a twenty-five year old, and Susan reminded herself that he would exercise regularly at his club. For the first time, Susan found herself wondering what his wife looked like. He had never described her to Susan, but the young wife had her pictured as merely a middle-aged society women with a sagging chin, over-blown breasts and age-wrinkles.
She decided that she would keep her opinion to her self.
"Ready, Susan?" Merril quipped as he closed and locked his door.
Susan smiled and nodded. She was feeling more excited than ever now, being able to see in her mind Phillip playing his guitar for the Merrils, and them liking it so much that they would not only agree to give him a concert showing, but pay him as well.
"Then suppose we get the hell out of here." Merril said in a cheery voice. He was obviously looking forward to the evening as much as Susan.
He took her arm and lead her out the building to the underground parking lot, where his black Lincoln Continental was waiting in his private parking space. Susan slithered into the front passenger seat, immersed in the total luxury of the car. She found that she was completely tongue tied as Merril maneuvered the huge auto skillfully through the heavy rush hour traffic, and she was loath to leave it when he pulled up in front of her apartment.
I'll just wait here while you go in and get your husband," Merril told her. "You've told me so much about him that I'm very anxious to meet him."
"I'm sure the two of you will get along very well," Susan said as she climbed from the car and closed the door. For the first time since she had moved to apartment, she could see that she was hardly living in the lap of luxury. By comparison, Merril's car was far better. As she climbed the stairs to her second floor place, she tried to envision what her boss's house would look like. Certainly, he could afford the very finest, and if things worked out well, she and Phillip would be able to do the same before long.
She opened the door, and heard her husband practicing as though he had never stopped since she had left for work earlier that morning.
"Are you ready, Phillip?" she called. "Mr. Merril is waiting out there for us, and he's anxious to meet you."
"Yeah, well ... I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Phillip said in a very bored voice. "It seems a shame to waste my talents on the-likes of him, though," he answered from his study. She could hear him place his guitar in its case, and she almost started to get into an argument. She bit on her lower lip to keep herself from saying anything, though. There was no point in starting things off on the wrong foot.
Phillip appeared, dressed as Susan would have expected ... his usual jeans and off-white sweat shirt. His fine blonde hair looked as though it were wind-blown, though Susan knew it couldn't be, since Phillip rarely went out doors. His feet were covered with his favorite dirty tennis shoes, and Susan almost chided him for not even making an attempt to get dressed.
Then she remembered, to her relief, that her boss had told her that clothing was hardly a consideration. Certainly, Phillip was dressed to look like a musical genius. Who knows? she thought to herself. Maybe being dressed like this will actually help his chances.
Husband and wife walked down the stairs in silence, and when they got to the car, Phillip took the entire back seat, telling his wife that she should sit in the front, since he didn't want anything to happen to his guitar.
Susan didn't mind one bit sitting next to her boss, and while Merril drove the thirty miles or so north along the freeway, she found that she and Merril talked the entire way, touching on every subject except Phillip's music. Once, when Phillip had first entered the car, Merril made an effort to be friendly, and was met with an icy silence that let him know Phillip was not much of a talker. While he drove to his home, chatting away with Susan, he knew that he had little work ahead of him, getting into his secretary's nice tight cunt. A woman like Susan matched with a man like Phillip was like mixing oil and water. Once he got her to his house, Merril decided, he would just sit back and sec what happened. Opportunity favors the prepared man, he reminded himself, and he wanted to see just what was going on with Phillip and Susan before he made his move. He was pretty certain that she would come to him before the evening was over, and he was going to be ready. He could feel his balls filling with a shit-load of sperm, and Susan was going to receive everyone of the little fuckers. All it would take was a little time, a little patience, and a little work...
Susan was feeling the effect of the fine dinner wine provided. As she laughed and giggled near the end of the meal, she felt happier than she had in a long time. Niven was an excellent cook, and the sea-food dish she had prepared for the four people made Susan feel totally satisfied without feeling bloated.
Even though Merril's house was as lavish and huge as Susan would have imagined, she felt totally comfortable in it. Far from being the old-style society woman Susan would have figured her to be, Niven was an amazingly beautiful and stunning woman. In fact, Susan felt the twinge of jealously all women feel when they are in the presence of another lovely woman. Niven carried herself well, and if her boss hadn't told her that he and Niven were about the same age. Susan would have assumed that Niven was on the low side of thirty. She was a happy, charming hostess, full of life and eagerness.
As usual, Phillip was his sullen self. He entered the Merril home without a word, acting as though he was totally unimpressed with the spaciousness of the ten room, custom-built home. All during pre-dinner cocktails, he slouched in his chair, all but refusing to take part in the conversation, even though it concerned him. Susan had to answer most of Merril's questions, and she found herself totally unable to do so. Phillip would occasionally interject that everyone would see what he was trying to do with his music after dinner, telling his host, rather arrogantly, that it would be better for him to hear for himself, rather than to try and form an opinion.
After dinner was over, Merril excused himself to help his wife clear off the dirty dishes from the table. Susan offered to help, but her boss told her to just go into the living room and relax ... and help her husband set up for his playing.
Merril wanted to be alone with his wife to get things ironed out. All through the dinner he had noticed that his lovely wife was eyeing Susan's handsome husband, and he wanted to make sure that he and Niven got their signals straight. There was little work involved in clearing off the table, but even when the two of them entertained a dozen people, they would use the time to get things straight between them.
"Well, what do you think?" Merril asked his wife. "I could see you eyeing that blonde fucker like you were starving for his cock."
"Lover," Niven said, "I should have known better than try and hide anything from you. I must say, though, I think you've got the better deal."
"Really, now," Merril said as he raised one eye brow. "Are you trying to say that this Phillip character is too hard for you?"
"He is a quiet little son of a bitch," Niven commented. "He's cute, though. In a way he reminds me of how you used to be when we were first married."
"Please," Merril laughed. "I made an effort to talk to people when ever I had the chance. How do you think I got to where I am?"
"I know, I was only teasing. Just how do you propose to get into Susan's pants? She seems totally devoted to that husband of hers, though I'll never know why."
"Oooohhh ... I don't know about that," Merril said. "I'll bet once he gets going, there's no stopping him. Maybe Susan is totally taken in by that phony artistic attitude he tries to front."
"That really cracks me up," Niven said. "From what Susan has said, he should practice more on that, rather than his guitar."
"That's for sure," Merril admitted. "Something tells me that he doesn't give a shit about anything but his wife's paycheck. I can hardly wait to hear what his playing sounds like."
"Back to the matter at hand," Niven said. "How are we going to get them separated?"
"I wouldn't worry about that," Merril said. Susan will do just about anything. Maybe I'll give her a grand tour of the house, Did you see her eyes when she first came in? She'll more than-likely jump at the chance to see the rest of the place."
"Does that include the special bedroom?"
Niven said hopefully. "It might take something like that to get the fires going under Phil."
"Please ... Phillip," Merril told her, smiling. "He hates to be addressed as Phil."
"Is that so?" Niven said, looking as though she had just thought of something. "Well ... I'm glad you told me that. Little things like that might make things easier for me."
"Suppose we just play off each other, like we usually do," Richard suggested. "You just leave everything to me. I'll get them apart from each other for a couple of hours. I think you'll work alone a lot better anyway. He has too many random factors for a group."
"Au the moment, yes. I'd like to try and take him down a peg or two."
"Or three?" Merril asked, smiling.
"Maybe even four. He's going to be a lot of fun."
While Merril and his wife were alone in the kitchen, Susan helped her husband set up the equipment he said he needed ... finding a small, though powerful electric amplifier and several microphones for Phillip's acoustic guitar. Almost as soon as their hosts were out of ear-shot, Susan chided her husband.
"Well, Phillip, I hope you're proud of yourself," she said as she looked around the room for the things they would need. "You've succeeded in making Niven and Richard totally alienated from you. And this dinner was supposed to be for you. The least you could d is talk a little to them."
"Susan, will you try and get it through your head," Phillip said, talking down to his wife as though she were little more than a child. "These people are just interested in me as a money object. If there's anything I hate, it's having to play up to them."
"I can't believe you think like that," Susan said, clenching her teeth to keep from blowing up at him. The last thing she wanted to do was create a scene here in the home of her boss. "This is all for you. I should think that you would want to do everything you could to insure success. People like the Merrils can help."
Phillip grunted as he went about tuning his guitar, trying his best to ignore his wife's simple-minded conversation.
"You could be a little more polite to Niven," Susan said, determined that she would not be cut off this time. Now that she had seen how lavishly the Merrils lived, she wanted a piece of it herself.
"Being polite to people like the Merrils is like kissing their asses," Phillip said. "Both of them are just phony creeps who lucked out and made a lot of money in the process. They're no better than I am, and I intend to show them that."
"Even if it means throwing away everything you've wanted for the last two years?"
"I'm not throwing away anything," Phillip said, his voice telling Susan that he was reaching a breaking point. "I'm going to play for them, aren't I? That's all they should be concerned with, and not how well I can talk while being fed fine food and the best French wine they have to offer."
Susan listened to her husband telling her these things with a shocked look on her face. She couldn't believe that, after he had come out this far, after he had a chance to show someone what he could do with his music, he would all but close them out of his life, just as he had done with her for so very long. She knew better than to try and tell him that he was wrong, though. She knew that it wouldn't do a damn bit of good, and could only make matters worse instead of better. She decided that she had done everything she could, and the rest was up to Phillip. If he was going to throw away his first chance at success, she was going to let him. After all, she asked herself, just how much can I do?
While she lowered the lights, at Phillip's request, she listened to him tuning his guitar over and over, and he played a few bars into the microphone to check if everything was just the way he wanted it. As though this were some sort of cue, Merril and his wife entered the living room.
"Suppose the three of us sit on the couch," the young pretty wife's boss suggested. "That way, we can all hear Phillip's playing at its best."
Susan thought that was a good idea, and she sat at one end, thinking that Niven would sit next to her.
She was wrong. As soon as she sat down, Richard sat so close to her that he was actually pressing her shapely buttocks tightly against the arm. Not at all uncomfortably, though, since the couch was covered with a thick upholstery that was soft and warm.
Rather than sit close against her husband, Niven left enough room on the couch between her and Richard for another person to sit between them. Susan thought that was a little strange, but she said nothing.
The three of them sat back to listen to Phillip's playing. Even though Susan had heard the music many times before, she still found it strange and totally beyond her. She much preferred something she could whistle along with ... something she could hum to herself when she felt happy, or sad, or just like humming.
Phillip's music was nothing like that at all. Rather, he seemed to have become more and more separated then ever from the normal strains of music. The three of them listened in total silence for what seemed like hours, and Susan found that she was staring at a large wall clock, counting the seconds rather than paying any attention to what her husband was doing in front of her. She couldn't believe it, but his playing actually bored her.
And she thought he was good, even if she didn't understand what he was doing. God only knew what her boss thought of it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Phillip announced that he was finished, and he received the polite applause the three people gave him with his usual coldness, putting away his guitar as though he were all alone, and not even thanking the people for listening to him.
When the clapping died down quickly, Merril was the first to speak.
"Tell me, Phillip, have you been doing this type of thing long?"
"For the past couple of years," Phillip said, sounding as though the question was totally absurd, and Merril was something of a jerk for asking it.
"I find that I really don't understand some of the things you were trying to do," Niven said, her face split in a strangely predatory smile aimed at the young musician.
I'm really not all that surprised," Phillip said, avoiding her glance. "A lot of people simply don't have the education or experience to see my directions."
Susan gasped as she heard Phillip insult their hosts, and she fully expected the Merrils to kick them out of the house right then and there.
"PHILLIP!" she said, leaning forward and staring at him with near-hatred in her eyes. "How can you say something like that?"
"Now, never mind," her boss said as he put his arm around her in a comforting manner. "Everyone is a little different. I'm sure Phillip believes that it is impossible for anyone to fully understand what is going on in his mind, and to a great extent, he's right."
Even though Merril was defending his actions, Phillip gave no indication that Merril was even in the room. When he finished putting his guitar away, he sat back in his chair and looked at the three people looking at him. Merril thought quickly, especially when he could see that his wife was eager to get started on the young man.
"Tell you what," he said, coming to a stand. "Suppose we split up. Niven is the one with the connections in the music world. I'm sure she would like to talk to Phillip alone. Suppose Susan and I leave the two of them alone and I'll take you around the house. Would you like to see some of the things Niven has done to make this little shoe-box more livable?"
He was speaking to Susan, who watched him with an eager anticipation in her eyes. While she wanted to talk to Phillip about the way he had been acting, she could tell that perhaps it would be better if he were left alone with Niven. All through the concert, the lovely woman had been silent, watching Phillip with an interest she would never have believed. Perhaps it would be best for the two of them to be alone, if Niven, rather than Richard, was the one with the connections. It was quite possible that Niven actually liked Phillip's music.
"I think I would like that," she said as she stood. She gave a long glance at Phillip, deciding that it was all up to him now. She was through defending him, through telling him what she thought he should do. He would be on his own now, and Niven had certainly acted as though she was capable of handling him on her own.
Phillip took the suggestion with his usual grunt, and told Niven that as long as they were going to be talking, he wanted something to drink.
The last thing Susan heard in the living room was Niven's low throaty chuckle, and the rustling of her lovely chiffon dress as she glided to the liquor cabinet.
CHAPTER FOUR
"What did you think of him?" Susan asked as she followed close behind her boss through the labyrinth of the huge home. "Do you think that he plays well? Do you think that he has a chance in the world of music? I realize that he's a little aloof and all ... "
"Now, now," Merril said, taking her by her arm and pulling her along side of him. "Suppose we don't talk about him. Suppose we talk about you instead."
"But I'm really interested in what you think," she demanded. "After all, I really don't understand what he's doing, but I haven't had the education you've had."
That was the kind of opening Merril jad been waiting for.
"All right, I'll tell you what I think. I think he sucks."
Susan stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Even if
Richard didn't like her husband's playing, she would have thought he would have been a little loss crude about it.
"Does that mean ... that ... you don't think . . r
She couldn't find the words to express her II her boss didn't like what Phillip had played, then he probably wouldn't give him a concert showing.
"Now ... don't you worry about your husband," Merril soothed her. "There are a lot of things I do that I don't like. I'm more like you are, I guess. When it comes right down to it, I love a good rock band. Classical music bores the piss out of me. The same goes for my wife, though she's much more subtle about it."
"But I wanted Phillip to succeed so badly," Susan said, feeling the tears of disappointment welling up in her eyes. "I wanted him to have everything he's got coming to him."
"Oooooo ... I think he'll get that," Merril said, delighting in the way Susan was becoming more and more vulnerable to him. He decided that he would offer her some comfort, and when the time was right ...
"I could kill him sometimes," she said, pursing her lips and pouting. She continued to walk through the massive house, oblivious to the fine expensive paintings on the wall, the handcrafted sculpture lining the floor boards. and the thick, plush wall to wall carpeting that was in every room. "He acts like a little child, and he treats me as though he didn't think I had a brain in my head."
"I'll tell you something Susan," Merril said. "I would start putting your foot down with him. He seems incapable of thinking for himself, and you shouldn't have to do his thinking for him."
"But he's my husband," Susan said, trying to make herself believe that she was responsible for him. "If I don't push him a little, he's never going to get anywhere."
"The time has come for him to do his own pushing, Susan," Merril said, taking the young wife into his arms and holding her, as though he was giving her support. He could feel her shuddering him, and he moved his hands slowly up and down her back, soothing her and making her relax with him.
She allowed the tears to flow as freely and desperately as she would have had she been alone. She began to trust Merril ... Richard, as she would have trusted her half-brother. Allen would never call her a little girl simply because she wanted to cry. And she could tell that Richard was the same way.
They were in the "special" bedroom, one that was on the same level with the living room, and just on the other side of the wall. It was well lit, though for a long moment, Susan took no notice of things like that. All she could see were the visions in her mind ... visions of Phillip casting her out side of his little world ... visions of her being alone at night ... visions of her having to bring herself to the climax she wanted so desperately from Phillip.
When she was finished crying, she pulled away from her boss and looked up at him. He was so handsome, so warm and understanding ... Was it possible that he knew the pain and loneliness she was feeling at this very moment?
Merril really didn't give a shit if Susan felt lonely or not. It was all a part of his plan ... a master plan that included much more than just a good fucking. He knew that if Susan ever managed to get away from her husband, she would see that there was a whole world out there for her to take and enjoy. If he played his cards right, he would be getting her many, many times. That was what he was interested in. He could have demanded that she fuck him just to get him to listen to Phillip's playing, but that wouldn't have worked as well as what he was doing now.
He was making her think, and in making her think, he was allowing her to see, for the first time, that her whole life was not wrapped up in her husband. Far from it, in fact.
Gently, he pulled her against his powerful body and dropped his head to kiss her firm and ready lips. Susan felt that this was, somehow, the most natural thing in the world. Here was a man who wanted her, and who was treating her as an equal. It was something Phillip had never done, not even in the best of times, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to show her boss that she appreciated what he was doing for her.
But even as their lips pressed against each others, the memory that she was a married woman suddenly blazed into her mind. She was a married woman, passionately kissing a married man.
' How could Merril do something like this, with his wife in the same house ... with her husband in the same house as well?
Merril hadn't gotten to where he was by not being able to read what was going on in other people's mind. There were times when he could just sense what someone was thinking, and as Susan looked at him with a strange combination of want, desire, fear and shock in her wide, brown eyes, he knew exactly what she was thinking. He decided that he would put to rest as many fears as he could. He wasn't going to let this one get away, if he could help it.
"Susan," he said, making his voice smooth and gentle, "if you're worried about my wife, don't be. She knows exactly what the score is. We both have a very happy marriage, and often take it upon ourselves to let other people share in the experience of happiness."
At first, Susan couldn't understand what he was trying to tell her. All she knew was that she had kissed, and very much enjoyed it at that, the boss of the bank she worked for. She felt as though she should be guilty, and what bothered her was that she was not. She couldn't believe that she would enjoy kissing a man who was not her husband. All her life she had been taught that something like that was wrong, but she wanted to do it again ... and again ... and again. She wanted to get naked for this man ... wanted to have him love her ... wanted to have someone pressing her firm flat belly tightly against the obvious swell of his erect penis.
"What I'm trying to tell you, Susan, is that Niven and I have an open marriage. I'm sure you don't think that people as old as we are can have something like that, and make it work, but believe me, it does."
Susan listened to him without hearing him. She was still wrestling with the conflicting thoughts in her mind ... thoughts that came in and out at will, without seeming order, plan or direction. On one hand, there was the tingling in her vagina ... something that had been there for so long now, something that Phillip should have taken care of. On the other hand, her morals, things by which she had lived for years, were telling her that she had better leave before things got too much out of hand. She had never wanted to arouse her boss like this, had never meant to lead him on into thinking that she was "that sort" of woman.
She looked at him, their faces separated by mere inches, and she could see the concern in his face. Did he really want to help? Would kissing him again make things better? Or would it be merely an escape ... something she could hide behind to protect herself from the problems she was having with her marriage.
Merril sensed her hesitation, and decided that he had better show a little more incentive before she came to the wrong conclusions ... wrong for him, anyway. He leaned down and kissed her again, finding her, if not immediately responsive, at least not putting him off.
Her hands hung limp at her sides while her mouth opened slightly, then a little more, and finally all the way. Merril knew he had made his point when she actually thrust her tongue into his mouth and brought her arms up to him, pulling him tightly against her, pressing her firm flat belly tightly against the obvious swell of his erect penis.
Susan couldn't believe that she was actually going through with it. She would never have figured herself for an affair with a married man, but as Merril pressed his lips to hers, and as his tongue wormed deeply into her mouth, she could feel those sensations which she had never felt with anyone other than Phillip. She thought those feelings would never come with another man, but here they were ... and she wanted them.
And she needed them.
She needed them so badly that she was willing to take what ever chances were necessary, pay what ever consequences might arise to have them. Her fingers ... even her fingers could never satisfy her the way another man could.
SHE HAD TO HAVE THIS MAN!!
And what surprised her the most was that she started taking the initiative. It was she who was pulling their tightly embraced bodies to the massive double bed that was the main piece of furniture in the room. It was she who lowered the two of them down on top of it.
Merril's hands reached for the buttons of her blouse, but she beat him to it, pulling the buttons open as quickly as she could.
All the while, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest with excitement ... and fear. She couldn't believe her own mounting passion, already sweeping out of control. It was nearly the same feeling she had when she was alone in her bedroom, when she would feel the need for sexual release and would start fingering her vagina without regard for anything else but her own satisfaction. She was not doing this for her husband. She was doing this for herself. For the first time in her life, she was going into something that was solely for her own pleasure, rather than someone else's.
It was that driving force, coupled with two years of frustration and inadequate love making with her husband, that blazed in her mind and pussy like twin fires.
She wanted to get fucked ... hard, deep, long ... and nothing was going to stand in her way.
Merril sensed her complete coming around, and he took advantage of it as quickly as possible, determined that, if there was the possibility that she change her mind, he would get her as aroused as he could. That way, she would never be able to hold herself back.
Even as she lowered the two of them to the bed, he moved his legs between hers, pulling at them so she could neither slither or roll away. With one hand, he reached up under her skirt, catching his hand in the wispy waistband of her pink bikini panties, pulling them down and away from her already moist, succulent pussy.
Susan moaned, both in pleasure and apprehension as he pulled down the zipper of her skirt," opening it like a sheet and revealing the nearly naked area of her loins, her brown cuntal hair contrasting sharply against her cream-white flesh.
Susan became a passive partner for a moment, feeling the last vestiges of morality flashing through her mind.
'I shouldn't be allowing this,' she thought over and over again. 'I should tell him to stop, I should cover me vagina so he can't see it, but I want it so badly ... I need it so badly..."
And then she felt Merril's big, hot hand sliding up along her leg with an unbelievable tenderness, inching slowly, deliberately, toward the juncture of her shapely thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. She trembled beneath its touch as it moved upward toward her quivering cunt, where it finally brushed tantalizingly and pressed skillfully against the fleshy, hair-lined lips, causing a moan, this one of pure passion and delight, to escape her.
"No ... no ... please," she said, not even believing her own protests. They were something automatic, and Merril could sense this, as easily as he could sense everything else about her. Since she didn't believe what she was saying, there was no conviction in her voice. With his free hand, he gently pulled her yielding hands away from her breasts, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of the rounded mounds of soft, resilient flesh standing proud and firmly erect, their small pinkish nipples already hardening from the manipulations of his hand between her spread, trembling thighs.
"There ... there..." he soothed her, the sound of his voice making her feel more relaxed. He bent down for a closer look at the thin ribbon of flesh running the length of her exposed loins, separating the flushed, hair-lined lips of her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like spheres of her lush buttocks pressed on the satin bedspread. He sucked in his breath at the lust-inciting spectacle, knowing that she would look good to him like this, but never dreaming that she would look this good. Shit, in the years he had been married to Niven, he had fucked so many women in this room that he had lost count, but Susan had to be the best one of them all. Even though he had had his eye in her for the two years she had been working for him, thinking about what she would be like even as he fucked someone else, he would never have dared to expect her to be so lovely ... so perfect ...
Quickly, without removing his hand from her sensitive vagina, he shucked out of his own clothing, revealing to her gaze the incredible sight of his huge penis, thick and swollen with the heated blood of his own passion. Even since she had agreed to come to his home, he had been waiting for this moment, storing up in his freely-swinging balls an incredible load of sperm. She was going to get every drop of it now. As he removed his pants, he could feel his fully expanded cock head throb with eager anticipation, wet drops of seminal fluid dripping from the crack and onto his thigh.
When he was naked, he decided that he would raise Susan to such a fever pitch that she wouldn't know which end was up. Finally removing her panties all the way off her tapering legs, and then lifting her buttocks off the bed just enough so he could pull her skirt out from under her, he used his thumbs to press either side of her pouting, hair-shadowed vaginal flanges apart until its moist pinkness flowered open to him. He panted lustfully at the sparkling, jewel-like delicacy of her pussy, glistening in the light with the flowing juices of her lubrication. Shit, he thought, if she thinks she's ready now, she's got another thing coming. He delighted as he felt her warm, soft inner thighs quivering against the backs of his hands, and he heard her breath hitch deep in her throat, followed by a choking moan.
The maze of emotions that had swept through Susan were becoming less and less confusing. Richard was as gentle and as loving as she could have imagined, and his light fingering of her naked, willing pussy was bringing her more pleasure than she would have dreamed possible ... even from her husband. She moaned wantonly, caught up in the incredible wave of rapidly mounting sensual desire washing through her naked body. Tiny ripples of electric-like shocks ... a thousand times more intense than when she did this to herself, burned through her, and again she squirmed her full, rounded buttocks down into the softness of the bed, her moans becoming more those of passion than confusion as his skillfully provoking fingers taunted the ever-moistening crevice of her openly splayed cunt.
"Oooohhh ... GOD! Why am I doing this?' she asked herself as she felt the last vestiges of her reason slipping into an abyss of pure passion and delight. She found the answer ... it felt wonderful ... totally wonderful. If only Phillip could make her feel this good...
Expertly, Richard Merril leaned closer into the widespread "V" of her naked white loins, and with the tip of his thick tongue, sliced hotly through the softly fringing curls enshrining her tiny, erect clitoris. Then, grinning triumphantly between her open pussy lips, he felt the erotic shock of his hot moist contact surge convulsively through her.
"Ooo oso oooohhhhhhhh. ... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh..." she whined in her uncontrollable passion as she raised her head to stare down between her full, nipple-hardened breasts so that she could better watch the licentiously inciting scene of his handsome, distinguished face buried in the building wet heat of her sensuously fired loins. Then, his eyes looked up over the silken curls of her pubic mound and met hers. "Oooooooohhhhhh Godddddddddddd..." she moaned again, twitching and writhing as his hot wet lips closed over the auburn curls there at the base of her quaking, soft belly to suck and nibble teasingly while she watched wide-eyed in ever-pyramiding desire. It had been so long since Phillip had done this to her that she couldn't remember when the last time was.
Susan gasped with a shuddering, hissing sound beneath his oral assault, her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head tossing from side to side in her mindlessness.
Merril's experienced lips sucked wetly, drawing the soft, warm folds of raw vaginal flesh into the cavern of his gently nibbling mouth, while his hot, thick tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her now flowered-open pussy.
There was no fighting the waves of passion engulfing her now. She had dreamed about this for so long, that she wasn't going to fight back the pleasure she was feeling. She didn't want to have her dreams go to waste now ... What little hesitation she had felt before melted in the seething heat of her wildly growing passion. She delighted in the hot gushes of his breath grazing over her inflamed clitoris and she couldn't keep from moaning aloud in a gasping tempo. Again she raised her head, catching her breath as she heard him grunt lustfully, then felt the full length of his hot, wet tongue thrust deeply up into the clasping velvety sheath of her palpitating vagina.
"Oooooooooooo..." she moaned again, hearing her own plea, her body responding automatically, jerking with spasmodic lurches as his tongue slithered in and out of her moistly clutching pussy in an age-old, constant, steady tempo.
Richard Merril slaved hungrily, feeling the silky curls of her pubic hair brushing his cheeks with a lust-taunting delight. He reached under his body and slowly stroked the heavy foreskin of his long, thickly hardened cock back and forth over its blood-engorged head, while he continued to spear his hot flicking tongue deep into Susan's searing cuntal sluce. He smoothed his big hands up over her satin-skinned flat belly to the resilient, desire-swollen flesh of her full, warmly trembling breasts, pinching and rolling the hard pebble-like nipples between thumb and forefinger, cupping and squeezing the white yielding mounds, while his ravaging tongue performed lasciviously at the widespread crevice between her trembling legs.
Salacious wet sucking sounds filled the room, and her groans of building rapture drove his tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down between the now throbbing, pulsating lips of her palpitating cunt. Even though Merril had expected something like the reaction he was getting at this moment, he would never have believed that she would be so totally into the pleasure he was bringing her. He'd seen women who were really hot for cunt-licking before. Niven would sometimes beg him to use his tongue on her fine little pussy. But even Niven. in her most passionate moments, were as wild as this hot little cunty love was. He knew that Susan was only moments away from begging him for his cock, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let her down in that department.
He couldn't keep from gloating as suddenly, her small hands began toying around with his head, her long fingers running ceaselessly through his hair while moans of utter delight continued to pour from her mouth and throat, her lovely little head flailing from side to side ... until finally her soft hands were trying to guide his hotly working mouth to the small nibbling hole of her cunt. He complied, pressing his wet lips to her desire-moistened vaginal mouth, plunging his stiffened tongue once more up into the raw, velvety-smooth flesh, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged, hair-lined lips of her seething pussy.
She cried out in her lust-inflamed passion, wildly writhing her smoothly rounded hips and ovaled buttocks beneath this blissful, wonderful oral fucking. Again and again he thrust his stiffened, cock-like tongue up into her seething channel, his hot moist lips glued to the clasping, viscous opening, bringing a series of groans from the petite naked girl whose warm, full thighs were closing spasmodically around both sides of his nearly submerged head.
The naked banker could feel the sleek, rubbery cuntal flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue. The delicately ribbed walls of her dilated vagina opened and closed in an unmistakable hungry sucking action, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. Shit, it seemed that her clasping pussy throat was suddenly trying with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and omnivorously devour it. Her heels began to push down hard against the muscles of his back, pressing his powerful body into the hot, quivering flesh trap between her widespread legs. His nose was tight against her tiny quivering clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed the arousing, poignant aroma of her lustfully growing passion. Damn ... its delicate piquancy was driving his throbbing cock into an impossible hardness, a swollen, blood-filled erection that had begun to ache with the agony of an exposed nerve of a tooth. He had to do something with it soon, or balls were going to blow apart.
Susan's petite naked body was completely swept away in the breathtaking sensual rapture overwhelming her. Her brain whirled in a wild vortex of intense desire, and she realized that she had lost all physical and mental control over her actions. There was nothing she could do ... nothing she wanted to do by enjoy what was happening to her. Hardly anything made sense to her now ... only the maddening sensations Merril's hot, wet tongue and sucking lips were causing to saturate her entire passion-consumed body mattered. Every muscle in her erotically fired being was tenses as she strained her soft, white hips and tautly rounded buttocks upward in unhidden wantonness toward the earth-shattering ecstasy he was building there between her legs.
Her drawn-up thighs opened and closed around the skillfully working mouth, controlling the ravenous, pleasureful tongue that was licking and spiraling into her passion-seared cuntal channel. The cords of her neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head frantically, splaying her curvaceously shaped limbs out even wider and wider to the sides, allowing him deeper access into her seething hole.
She wanted to belong to this ma'am ... wanted to be his. She wanted to give him her cunt, to do with as he pleased. She hadn't had this pleasure in she didn't know how long, and she wanted to know that she could get it any time she wanted. She was not even thinking of her husband at this point. There hadn't been any reason to equate her husband with pleasure for a long time ... and even when there had, he had never been this good to her ... this loving ... this pleasurable.
"Oh God!" she whimpered almost pitifully, her thought-train severed as he slipped his hands beneath her quivering white buttocks and pulled them up to him with a possessiveness that made her wonder if he had read her mind. They trembled and spasmed of their own volition beneath the wild plunging hot tongue, sending erotic charges of unprecedented sensation screaming through her insanely aroused body. And then, suddenly, she felt his searing tongue flick from her wildly tingling vagina downward along the smooth, hairless crevice between the ovaled spheres of her fully rounded ass cheeks toward the tiny raised ring of her puckered anus. Responsively, she stiffened, moaning in lustful delight at the wet, delicious contact of his burning tongue with its little sensitive anal lips. She closed her eyes in steeped passion at the licentious fermentations the lurid act added to her already overwhelmingly excited young flesh.
God! Oh, GOD! ... it was too much ... too much, she sensually reasoned, rolling her naked, rounded hips and trying to screw her excited rectum back onto his stiffly probing tongue. She had to do something for him ... something that would let him know how much she loved him for the delicious ecstasy he was bringing her ... something that would let him know how wonderful she thought he was.
"Turn around! God! Turn around, quick, so I can have your cock. I want to suck it ... please ... PLEASE ... HURRY!" she pleaded salaciously.
Her words were like a charge of electricity bolting through him, the very lust-infusing sounds he had been waiting to hear from her ripe lips. Without hesitation, the powerful man knelt up and looked down at her, his face contorted in a mask of sheer lust. As he moved into position, his cock jerked and throbbed insanely. Moving on all fours and revolving over her, he once again buried his face in her lust-dampened, hair-fringed loins. As his hot wet tongue lashed out to lave through the moist velvet flesh between her blood-swollen cunt lips, Richard Merril felt her small hand and fingers curling around the throbbing hardness of his long, thick cock that he knew was hanging down like a stallion's between his heavy thighs, and he grunted out his guttural delight, thrusting his stiffened tongue deeply up into her clasping cuntal channel once more.
The lizard-like reinvasion only served to personify what Susan already knew ... this man who was her boss was the most fulfilling lover she had ever known. Never had Phillip ever done anything like sixty-nine with her, even though she had begged him once or twice. He would suck her, she would suck him, but what she wanted to do most, each suck the other at the same time, was something Phillip called banal and totally wasteful.
Now, though, she was going to get what she really wanted. But as the fantastic sensations of erotic rapture immediately began to churn madly again within her naked, wide-splayed loins, the actual feel and sight of his massive penis in her hand telegraphed momentary spasms of unwanted fright to her brain. Dear God, she had never seen a cock that was so large. Even though Phillip's was huge, larger than the two or three men she slept with before she met him, Merril's was bigger than anything she thought she would have seen on a human. Her slender fingers could hardly encircle it, and his heavy, sperm-bloated balls encased in their hairy sac were a bull-like phenomenon in themselves as they hung down in front of her face. Yet, the very hugeness of their unique and virile masculinity fired a loving warmth inside her, and she raised her head excitedly. With mouth ovaled wide, she let her moistened lush lips slip warmly and wetly over the sheathed cock head, while she held to its heavy base with both thumbs and forefingers to pull back its thick foreskin. Then she tried to take more than she was capable of into her mouth.
In her unbridled desire, she sucked it in too deeply into the hot, wet cavity that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath, then began to feverishly run her tongue up and down the soft, sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral touch and ardently lasting the heady spice of its seeping seminal fluid. While her tiny tongue worked in slavish passion, she cupped and deliciously caressed his heavy, cum-inflated balls with affection, tiny explosions of scintillating lust bursting in her sensuously blinded brain, and he began to move up and down ... gently in and out of her mouth with his thick, hardened cock in a licentious rhythm to his own lashing, probing tongue thrusting and swirling deeply in her wet, searing cunt.
Oh, God ... she would beg to do this to him every day at the office. He would lick her pussy while she sucked on his huge, wonderful penis. Sometimes she would just kneel down between his legs and gently take it out for him, then suck on it, even when he didn't do anything to her at all. She would ... she would ... and she didn't care what Phillip or her brother or the other secretaries in the office thought. No one would stop her. It was magnificent ... his handsome, throbbing, delicious, hot cock ... and she'd learn to suck it right down into her throat for him, as big as it was!
These thoughts flashed through Susan's lust-crazed mind intermittently as she sucked with fury at his hardened rod of white-hot flesh, its smooth rubbery head brushing at her palate, while Richard Merril, with loud, wet sucking sounds, worked hungrily at her impassioned loins, with big hands beneath and clutching the resilient white rounded cheeks of her ass, his tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her moist, wantonly accepting pussy.
Then, another new sensation of lust registered in her desire-incited brain! She felt his long, thick finger suddenly working at the tiny puckered mouth of her exposed anus! Her breath quickened and she momentarily forgot all else. She sensed the finger stiffening ... abruptly, pushing into the snugly resisting mouth with a quick, unpainful challenge, and the long invader slid right up the warm, spongy passage of her rectal confines like another cock, all the way to the palm of his hand, which was now cupping against the cheeks of her widespread, white buttocks.
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm..." she moaned around his mouth-filling penis in her sucking oral cavity, but in ecstasy and delight as her lips and tongue slowed slightly in their swirling motion, his sudden intrusion into her ass-hole causing an immediate twinge of orgasm to start building in her soft belly and fervid loins. She felt his mouth fixed against the round, elastic hole of her vagina, his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the moistened, sensitive-fleshed walls in lust-spiraling cadence to his long thick finger fucking into her wantonly presented ass-hole. Frantically, she began to nurse and suck the hot, hard cock-thickness with all her might, her cheeks hollowing and swelling, while her soft, white belly rose and fell hungrily as she pulled at him.
Her lips clasped tightly around the pulsing head of his blood-filled cock and at that very moment, deep in her seething belly and passion inflamed young loins, the first incredible eruptions of ecstasy were beginning. She squeezed with enslaved affection at his swinging, sperm-bloated balls above her face, then raked her nails with inbred knowledge beneath them, as simultaneously she strained to her own heatedly rising climax...!
CHAPTER FIVE
Niven had never seen anything like it. She couldn't believe what had happened ... or rather, what had not happened.
Niven was a free-spirited woman who definitely believed in having a good time. When she had married, they could fuck who they wanted, when they wanted. When she had first said that, Richard had thought that it wouldn't work out. He had told her that things like that were fine in books and movies, but in real life, people were only human, and bounded by things like jealousy., But it had worked out, and the both of them were happier for it. Niven and her husband would often engage in mate-swapping activities to prove to other people that it would work. In the years she and Richard had been married, both of them had totally lost count of the number of people they had fucked. Niven even liked to try another woman every now and then. just to keep things different. It was that difference that allowed her to please her husband like no other woman could, and his constant practice with other mates would teach him things she knew she would never be able to.
But Phillip was something else all together. The handsome musician simply didn't like to fuck. Period: Try as she might, Niven could not seem to get an erection on him.
When her husband and Susan had first left the room, Niven gave Phillip the drink he had asked for, returning to him and sitting as close to him on the couch as she could, pressing her firm buttocks against his. She knew that, even though she was middle-aged, she still had the young, vibrant body of a twenty-three year old. Many men had told her, and were genuinely shocked when they learned her real age. She had kept her body and mind young and fit, knowing that she would have to grow old someday, but also knowing that she could postpone that day until the bitter end. There was simply too much fun to be had to allow herself to sit back and watch the world go by.
But even as she sat against Phillip, the young man seemed in another world, totally oblivious to her little suggestions. When she decided that she would cast aside all subtlety and touch his upper thigh, he acted as though she had just told him the sky was blue. As she brought her hand closer and closer to his groin looking with eager anticipation for the tell-tale swelling of his penis, she found ... nothing. No erection, no excitement, no anything!
Niven couldn't believe it. At first she thought Phillip might be a fag, totally unable to become aroused by a woman. He had said very little, answering her questions about his music in the most condescending tones, with an occasional interjection of his own. As she turned her lush, lovely body so that he could see the deep-clefted valley of her breasts, she found that he was not even looking at them.
And he was not looking at them quite naturally, as though he really didn't want to touch them, hold them, take them in his hands and mouth and suck on her nipples until they threatened to burst. When she kissed him lightly on his cheek, hoping that he was merely afraid of fucking her with his wife and her husband in the same house, he stood up and actually glowered at her.
For a long moment, Niven wondered if she had done something wrong. When he finally spoke about her, instead of his music, his voice was dripping with near-venom.
"You women are all alike," he said. "You and Susan can only think of one thing."
"What's that, Lover?" she said coolly, hoping that she might be able to get him interested in her still. She had worked herself to a state of arousal with her teasing, slight though it had been, and she could feel her vagina tingling, anticipation a living thing between her firm, shapely thighs.
"Sex," Phillip told her, as though he were speaking about garbage. "All you and Susan want is to fuck, as though there weren't another thing in the world."
"Well ... what's the matter with that?" she asked soothingly, standing herself and coming up in front of him. She brought her arms up and around his neck, drawing his head close to hers.
"There are more important things besides sex," he said, pulling away from her, not in fear, but in actual anger. "Christ, I've had all the sex I need for a good month, and I had it a couple days ago. I don't need anymore, and I certainly don't want any."
Niven narrowed her eyes and stared at this man. He couldn't be serious. He just couldn't be! How could a woman like Susan have married a man like this? He just wasn't normal. No man who thought like that could be normal. For the last thousand years, it had been known that sex was the most important thing to humanity ... more important than food and water. The sex drive was something that went against all reason, and the only time problems occurred was when this perfectly natural drive was suppressed by senseless laws and stupid morals.
And here, in her very room, standing so close to her that she could reach out and touch him, was a man who spoke of sex as though it was some sort of disease to be avoided at all costs.
It didn't make any sense!
"How did you ever come to that crazy idea?" she asked, still believing at that point that he was just trying to hide his fear ... the fear everyone has every now and then.
"Sex interferes with my work," he told her. "Sex is something I just don't have time for. I prefer to spend my energy in something more productive."
Niven's shoulders slumped as this self-righteous ass-hole stood in her home and told her that she was, in effect, wasting her time.
"Is that how you treat your wife?" she asked when she was able to regain her senses. "Do you tell her things like that, hoping that you can make her become as warped as you are?"
"I don't think I'm the least bit warped," he snapped back. "I think the rest of the world is warped. If people would screw less and work more..."
"Hold it right there, you castrated ass-hole," she seethed, seeing that he actually believed what he was telling her. "My husband and I fuck as much as we can, and I would hardly call us non-working people. Both of us use sex as recreation ... something that can be enjoyed by two people at the same time ... or three ... and sometimes four. Sex brings people closer together, and no one gets hurt from it."
"I'm surprised that you feel like that," Phillip said, lifting his eyebrows as though he were talking down to her. "Susan and I find that we really don't need sex as much as you seem to think we do. There are times when Susan weakens a little, but I've managed to straighten her out those times. She thinks the same as I do ... sex is something necessary, but certainly not all that important."
"Bullshit!" Niven said, turning around and trying to regain herself. She couldn't understand where he had gotten an idea like that. Anyone with a brain in his head could see that Susan was a normal woman with normal desires. What she was doing with a limp cock like Phillip was beyond Niven's understanding.
Phillip shrugged his shoulders at Niven's exclamation, deciding that he wasn't going to make her see his point. And he had figured someone with as much class and knowledge as Niven to see what he was driving at!
"I find this whole "new morality" thing quite useless and wasteful," he continued, acting as though he was her father trying to leach her something about life.
"Oh, do you?" she said, spinning around and glowering at him. She felt sorry for him, thinking the way he did. She felt even more sorry for Susan, knowing now what that sweet, young girl had been putting up with for so long. But she was, for the most part, totally pissed. Here she was, as aroused as she had ever been, and she could see that this handsome little fucker wasn't going to do anything for her. He was nothing more than a pompous ass ... an intellectual creep who probably didn't even masturbate. She had come up against moral thinking before, but this ... this was a thousand times worse. Thank God there weren't many people who thought like he did!
"That's right," he said, smiling at the fact that he had kept his cool while she had exploded in front of him. "And Susan thinks the same thing."
"You'd like to believe she does, wouldn't you?" she said, walking from the center of the room to one wall. "You would really like to think that you've managed to chain your wife to a life of total hopelessness, wouldn't you?"
"I haven't chained her to anything," Phillip said with an amazing amount of self-assuredness. "She has decided that my way of thinking is correct."
Niven chuckled twice, and reached under one of the bookshelves on the wall.
"Suppose we take a little look at your wife and see if she has," Niven said. She pressed a button under the shelf, and Phillip watched as the entire wall began to rise.
Behind the wall was a huge two-way mirror. Often, at their larger parties, Niven and her husband would send a couple of people into the "special" bedroom, allowing them to perform while the rest of the guests watched. They had learned two things from this little game. One was that people liked watching their friends fucking each other silly. The other was, surprisingly, that many of their friends like performing in front of other people. It was almost as though the people fucking knew that were giving a show, and would do much better if they thought they were under some sort of scrutiny. Very often, people who knew about the room would request to go in, never knowing when the wall would be raised, and therefore doing their very best for the entire time they were in there. Perhaps it was for that reason that who ever was in there came out, staggering with a lustful intoxication, often unable to stand for long hours while the after shocks of fucking passed again and again through their bodies.
As the wall disappeared into the ceiling, Phillip watched with increasing interest, then his eyes began to bug, while his jaw fell loosely open and something knotted and twisted inside him. His whole concept of reality began to fall apart as his eyes focused on the amazing scene. He never thought Susan would be doing something like this. Even though when they were first married he would fuck her from sun down to sun up, he never dreamed that she would do anything like she was right now.
His wife and her boss were sucking each other like a couple of animals, her cunt pressed tightly against his mouth while she acted as though she couldn't get enough of his cock into her throat.
"I'll bet you've forgotten what fucking like this was like," Niven said as she watched the scene as intensely as Phillip. "I'll bet you used to be pretty good, Phil. But no any longer. Now you're nothing but a limp cock, fit for pissing, if that much..."
* * *
Richard Merril was well aware that the luscious secretary writhing and straining beneath him was going to cum! Every muscle and cord, each squirming movement and response of her sweating, totally impassioned body telegraphed the event to his mind. Shit ... what a delicious gem-in-the-raw she was. and he intended to make sure that he got every chance to polish her. He knew this was only the beginning of a wonderful relationship, what with her working in his office and all. The way she was sucking his throbbing cock while he tongued and bit at the hot, quivering flesh of her salaciously grinding cunt was enough to make him blow his fucking mind. Shit ... she was going to cum all right ... and again and again and again, so that she would never forget who had made this possible...
Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off his swollen penis and cried: "Oh, damn, lover ... lover...! Keep doing it. Keep sucking! I'm cumming and cumming and cumming! Oh God! God ! Please ... squirt your hot cum in my mouth so I can taste and swallow it! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh...! Don't stop! Lick my cunt while I suck you off ... ! "
Merril felt her hot mouth once again envelop his thick hardness. Her eager lips and wanton plea were both too much for him. He felt his sperm building so hotly down in his balls that the rumblings and fermentings were not to by denied. Shit he wished it could go on and on, but he had one consolation ... this wasn't the end. This was only the beginning.
Susan had no conception of time, space or individuals. Her series of climaxes had completely destroyed reality for her, and she was cumming again ... and again ... Oooooohhhhh ... good GOD! Her soft, sensuous body felt as though it had been impregnated with a million needles! Her wet, seething cunt drifted on a cloud of its own! She could cum a million times ... but then, she felt the older man's loins jerk above her face, the massive rubbery head of his long, heavy cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth ... and suddenly it came!
She wasn't quite ready when with a spontaneous burst it shot down into the back of her throat in wild, powerful spurts of teeming, creamy liquid, gush after gush of the hot, sweet male-tasting sperm, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own nakedly lurching loins and hips as her umpteenth climax erupted in a wild explosion of blinding, lustful bliss.
Again and again, he spewed his virile jets of thick, boiling cum deep in her throat, and she groaned while she continued swallowing and sucking almost fiendishly, her adam's apple bobbing lewdly, frothing remnants bubbling out around her tightly locked lips, as she swallowed and swallowed the flood of nectarous semen squirting into the warm, receptive shelter of her mouth...
Phillip couldn't believe what he was seeing. He never thought that Susan would actually do something like this, with him or anyone else. Even though she had come to him several times, asking, almost demanding, that he fuck her, he always thought that she believed as he did ... that sex was something special ... something should be reserved only for those times when it was impossible to avoid, as it had been for him earlier in the week. He had come to that conclusion early in his marriage, when he found that his work was falling behind, due to Susan's constant sex-drive.
He never thought that .a woman with the potential Susan seemed to. have would be doing this ... sucking another man's cock dry while she pleaded with him to keep sucking her cunt. His lovely brown-haired wife was writhing and squirming her loins up tight against her boss's mouth as though she were trying to force her entire body down his throat. Even as he watched, he saw the freely-flowing juices of his wife's passion wash over Merril's face and trickle down his chin.
That fucking banker ... that cunt-sucking son-of-a-bitch, Phillip thought. This was all a plan. He wasn't any better than the rest of the people like him. All he was interested was just another pussy. He didn't care one bit about Phillip and his music, the musician decided. Everything he had said had been leading up to this moment, when he could shoot his heavy load of sperm into Susan's mouth while he licked and slavered over his wife's vagina.
But what bothered Phillip the most was that Susan actually seemed to be enjoying it! That thought alone was enough to let Phillip know that he had been wrong about Susan. She was hardly the warm, sensitive person he thought her to be. She was little more than just another woman, determined to have the pleasures of life without wanting to suffer, as he did.
"So, you limp cock," Niven taunted as she fixed her eyes on the scene presented to her. She would never forgive Phillip for what he had done to her. Niven really thought that she would be writhing and moaning on the floor in the same ecstasy Susan was, but no matter what she did to Phillip, she knew now that he would never make her happy or satisfied. She would have to wait until she could have her husband alone for that. "What do you think of your stupid ideas now? Never mind ... don't answer. You think that your wife is nothing more than a common slut, right?"
"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer," Phillip said coldly. "And I'll thank you to keep your slutish nose out of my private affairs."
Niven chuckled. She had a pretty good idea what Susan would be going through in a couple of hours. Phillip would demand that they leave and the husband, such as he was, would really light into Susan for what she had done. Everything was up to Susan. She could sit back and take it, destroying her own future for Phillip's, or she could stand up to him once and for all, and tell him that she had had enough of being treated like a toy, someone to be used at another person's convenience.
From what Niven had seen of the lovely young woman, she really couldn't make a judgment about what the young woman would do. She hoped that she would tell Phillip that she had had enough ... or hadn't had enough, Niven corrected herself silently. She really hoped that she would tell Phillip to go fuck himself, if he could. If only for her own revenge, revenge for the way Phillip had been to her all evening...
* * *
"Are you bullshitting me?? " Merril asked when he and his wife were finally alone. Susan and Phillip had managed to catch the last bus to San Francisco, Phillip complaining of a splitting headache. "You mean he didn't even make a grab for those breasts of yours?"
"I couldn't believe it," Niven said, gritting her teeth in anger. "I did everything but strip for him, and I didn't do that because I have some pride. If I thought it would have done any good, I would have raped him, but I don't think his cock is capable of an erection."
"Shit, love, no wonder Susan was so willing and eager. I'll bet she hasn't had her sweet little cunt satisfied in months."
"No need to rub it in, Lover," Niven said with some despair. "I could see everything you and that young secretary were doing. How do you think it made me feel ... seeing her get everything I wanted, and knowing that I would have to wait until I got you alone?"
"I'll bet it made you feel pretty pissed off."
"Pissed off is something of an understatement," she told him as she circled her arms around his neck. "I could feel my cunt tingling as soon as you and Susan left on that cute little tour you gave her. Just being alone with that husband of hers made me think that someone like him could really show a woman a good time. And when I lifted up that section of the wall, I really thought I could shock him into something ... anything. I would have settled for a kiss at that point."
"Is your pussy still tingling," he asked her, moving his hands around her waist and sliding them down to her firm, well-rounded buttocks.
"You better believe it. Lover," she said. "I never thought I would admit it, but I was glad to sec the two of them leave."
"Is that so?"
"You better believe it," Niven said, bringing her face close to his, then brushing her lips lightly along his cheek. "I was pretty certain that I wouldn't get anything until I had you all to myself."
"I'll bet you thought this would be the first night you cunt wouldn't be satisfied in all the years we've been married," Merril joked.
"Oh ... I wouldn't have let things go that far," Niven teased. "If worse came to worse, I would have joined you and Susan in that room. I'm certain you can still take care of two woman at the same time."
"So am I, cunty-love," her husband said as he pulled her tightly against his loins so she could feel the massiveness of his swollen penis. "So am I ... "
* * *
The bus was totally deserted, except for Susan, Phillip, and the driver. Susan couldn't remember a time when she was so angry. She had fully expected that Phillip and she would have stayed over night in the huge, plush home of her boss. That had been the plan, and God knew there were plenty of bedrooms. Susan had seen no reason for them to try and hurry home in the dead of night taking the hour bus trip just so Phillip could sleep in his own bed.
His headache story was something Susan could not believe. Something had happened to make him want to get out of the house as quickly as possible.
Even as she sat next to him, taking his icy silence in stride, since it was more his nature than not, she found it hard to feel guilty for what she and Richard had done. His cunt-sucking had been so wonderful and fulfilling that she wished they could have stayed forever in that room. God knows that now even Phillip, when he decided that he would do something like sexually satisfy her, could make her cum like that.
As the trip reached its half-way point, Susan decided that she would try and find out what was really bothering her husband. She knew how to approach the subject, and she tried to gear her mind for the task.
"So ... did you and Niven have a nice little talk about your concert?" she asked.
Phillip merely grunted and smiled slightly, as though he were keeping a deep, dark secret.
"Just what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, anticipating a scene and looking around to see if the driver would become a listener to their conversation.
"All right, Susan," Phillip answered in his condescending tone. "Suppose we stop playing games with each other. That boss of yours had a pretty good time at your expense."
While Phillip stared out the window at the passing scenery, Susan looked at him. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed as though he knew something about what Richard and she had done in that wonderful room.
"I'll agree to stop playing games," she said, "as long as you will. Suppose you come up front for once in your life and tell me what's bothering you."
She felt totally secure in her position. She had been with Richard and Niven all the while Phillip had been, and there was no way her husband could possibly know what had happened ... was there?
Phillip took a long breath, sighed, and then looked his wife full in the face.
"Let's just say that I know all about that little romp you and Merril had. I saw you squirming and thrashing like there was no tomorrow."
Susan pulled back, fear gripping her belly tightly, tying it into knots. But the look on Phillip's face was not what she would have expected. This was the first time she had every strayed from her marriage vows, though God knew there were times when it had taken every ounce of her strength to keep them. She would have expected Phillip to be livid with rage. She had no doubt that he had seen what had happened between her and Richard. How he had seen that, she didn't know, but he knew, and there was no point in questioning it. It was as much his fault as it was hers ... maybe even more.
"All right, so what of it?" she snapped. "If you would start treating me like a wife..."
"I'm disappointed in you, Susan," Phillip said in a hurt voice. "I would have thought that you were above all that."
"Above all what? Having a little fun? Getting those things any normal woman wants and needs? If you weren't such a sexless machine..."
"Shhhhhhhhhh..." Phillip chided her. "Do you want the driver to know everything about our private life? The way we live our life is between us and us alone."
"Bullshit," Susan snapped. "We don't have a life together. You live in one world, and I live in another. And I happen to think that mine is the more real."
Phillip rolled his eyes upward as he turned to face her.
"Please," he said, "You seem to have forgotten that I am the one who is going to make it possible for us to live at all."
"I'm tired of hearing that," Susan seethed. She was getting pretty sick of hearing Phillip telling her that someday, in the future, he would be the one supporting her, instead of the other way around. He was acting as though he owned her, even though he was holding up none of his end of the marriage vows he had taken.
"Well you're going to be hearing a lot more of it," Phillip snapped back. "I've been thinking about what happened at the Merril home, and I've decided that no matter what they tell me, I'm not going to give a concert for them. We don't need their kind."
Susan's mouth hung slack. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did Phillip actually mean to tell her that even if he were paid for his work, he wouldn't give a concert?
"Let me tell you something, Phil," she said, knowing that she would get his attention by using a nick-name instead of what he preferred. She smiled as she watched him stiffen. "I went through a lot to get you a meeting with people who could give you what you say you want. I'll admit, I enjoyed some of it, but I still did it for you. I'm hot going to have you throw it away because you don't like it."
"Don't try and tell me what to do with my life," Phillip warned. "You are in no position to tell me anything. I should have known..."
"I've had enough of you and your little boy antics," Susan interrupted. "If you aren't going to make an effort for yourself from now on, I'm just going to cut you off."
"Really?" Phillip said, raising his eye-brows as though he didn't think Susan was capable of something like that. "Well, suppose I just take you at your word on that one. I don't think you can make it alone. I think you really need me to show you the finer things in life."
"That's a laugh."
"Is it? Well, suppose we just see how funny it really is."
With that, Phillip forced himself out of his window seat and stood in the aisle. "I'm getting off right here, Susan. You're such a child, I'm certain you won't be able to find your way home from the bus stop without me. I have some money, and with my guitar, I'll be making a lot more."
Susan started to get out of her seat to stop him, then thought the better of it. She looked around out the window at the passing scenery. like many busses that went north of the city, this one was on a lonely stretch of the free-way. If Phillip got off here, he would be in an area where there were few phone booths, few people, not much of anything but passing cars.
"Okay," she said. "Suppose you tell the driver to let you off right here. We'll see which one of us can make it without the other."
"I'm warning you, Susan. If you don't apologize for the way you've been treating me, you'll never see me again."
"Promises, promises."
Phillip bit on his lower lip as he stared at his wife. Then making his decision, he picked up his guitar from the empty seat on the other side of the aisle and walked to the front of the bus. She could hear Phillip trying to convince the driver, who must have heard everything they were shouting at each other, to stop the bus right then and there and let him off. The driver was trying to tell him that it was illegal for him to stop on a free-way where there was no place for him, but Phillip was so insistent that the driver finally relented.
He pulled the bus over to the shoulder, opened the door and Phillip descended, holding his guitar case and looking around.
As the bus started up again, Susan made a determined effort not to look at her husband, and failed. In the darkness of the night, she saw him walk to the edge of the road and put out his thumb at a passing car. She was actually happy when the car passed him by.
"We'll see who's the adult and the child," she said to herself.
Then she felt tears welling up in her eyes ... tears that she knew she would never be able to hold back until she got to her apartment. Even though Phillip had never done a thing for her, the security of having someone with her at all times was something she had gotten used to, and she began to feel an emptiness and loneliness she never thought she would feel.
CHAPTER SIX
I was early Saturday morning when a tear-streaked Susan stood in front of her half-brother's home in San Francisco. She looked at the buzzer for his apartment, almost afraid to press it.
When she had gotten home the night before, she entered an empty home. Without the music of her husband filling his room, she felt different than she ever had in her entire life. It was hard for her to believe that Phillip could walk out on her like that. like a pain in her side that had suddenly been removed, she found that she was doing little things to try and make the pain come back. She hadn't slept at all that night, tossing and turning in bed as she listened for the sounds of Phillip's footsteps coming up the stairs ... sounds that never came.
When the sun finally came up, she realized that he would never come back to her. Not that she had expected him to, but hope is something that springs eternal from the human breast. She didn't even want him to come back to her. That was the crazy thing about it. He was a cold, arrogant son of a bitch who, except for the first few weeks of their marriage, had treated her with nothing but coldness and hear loathing. She had done so many things for him, and he had given her so little in return.
But even as she told herself that she was much better off without him, she could not deny the emotions which had formed deep within her during their two years together. Emotions which had been largely unfulfilled, to be sure, but even though she knew that, reason was something that would have to wait until she had a good cry.
And she had had a good cry. All night, she had let her emotions flow from her, crying over something she knew she should be happy about.
She was free. When the sun came up, she knew that even if Phillip came begging to her, crawling on his hands and knees up the stairs, she would never let him enter her life again. He would never change. He would always be the same person he had become over the last two years.
Finally, after several hours of tears, she stopped. Her pillow was soaked with her tears, her bed sheets were rumpled, her body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, but she was finished. It was time, she thought as the morning sun came up, to start her life afresh.
She wanted to talk to someone ... anyone, really, but someone who she knew would give her that little bit of support she needed. Just someone who would put an arm around her and tell her that everything was going to be all right.
That was all she wanted. Even though she knew it, the positive re-enforcement would be the icing on the cake.
The streets were virtually empty as the morning fog started to blow away. Glancing at her wrist watch, she saw that it was barely eight o'clock. She wondered if her brother would be even awake. She doubted it. He was the kind of person who would probably stay up all through the night with a woman.
But if Susan could be doing this after her sleepless night, then her brother would be able to help her. She was certainly no stronger than he was...
Allen had just drifted off to sleep. Beside him, lovely in her nakedness, was Candy Morgon, one of the new workers on his construction sight. The lovely pert little blonde was working to get enough money to put herself through school, and when she had first come to Allen asking for a job in construction, he had nearly doubled over laughing. She couldn't be more than five feet three inches, and her trim, lithe form made him wonder if she would be able to handle the physical work he would demand on his job.
Almost as a joke, he had offered her the job, believing that in a matter of hours, she would see that she was not cut out for the hard work.
He had been wrong. That had been late Wednesday, and she had proven that she could handle anything any of the men on the cite could.
And she was every inch a woman too, as Allen was quick to find out. When the final whistle blew that afternoon, Allen approached her, and found her to be one of the most totally receptive women he had ever met.
Out went the woman he was living with ... things had been getting a little tight anyway, and in moved Candy. She smiled when she told him that sharing the expenses for an apartment would be to her financial advantage, as would the sexual pleasures she was certain Allen could provide.
She hadn't been wrong on that account. Both Candy and Allen found in each other a person with an insatiable sexual appetite and they would fuck each other, trying to make the other person collapse first. Thus far, it had been a draw, and the only reason she was asleep now was because Allen had stopped to light a cigarette.
He had just butted his smoke and was ready to nap when his buzzer rang, piercing the loving silence of his room.
"Damn," he said aloud. "Who would be coming here at this hour?"
The sound of his voice stirred Candy, and she turned on her stomach, the taut nipples of her lovely 'breasts pressing delightfully against Allen's naked chest. As he lay in bed, hoping that whoever was at his door would go away, he could feel her hand inching along his legs toward his once again expanding penis. She brought one tapered leg over his, letting him sense the wetness of her vagina pressed against his upper thigh. The tight kinky mound of her straw-colored pussy hair tickled his leg, and the warm viscosity of her flowing cuntal lubrications let him know that her brief nap was all she needed to begin yet another round on sexual pleasure.
He encircled her in his right arm, letting his hand move lightly along the smooth softness of her back to her firm little buttocks, remembering with delight how they had relaxed against his loins right before he had rammed his massive penis into her rubbery anal passage several hours ago ... right after she thought she had sucked him dry.
Again the buzzer sounded. Apparently, who ever was at the front door was not going to go away.
"Listen kid," he said, pressing his lips to hers and thrilling as her tongue forced its way into his mouth before he had a chance to do the same to her. For a moment, he thought he would just let who ever it was at his door ring until they didn't have a finger left. Candy pulled her nakedness on top of him, grinding her seething pussy against the hard hotness of his erect cock in a slow revolving motion. He closed his eyes and felt her hands squeeze between their bodies to grasp and fondle his penis.
Then his sense of duty came back to him. If he tried to ignore whoever was at the door, they might just keep ringing and ringing, making fucking impossible.
"Listen, kid," he repeated. "It's probably just some sort of religious fanatic or something. I'll tell them to go fuck themselves and I'll be right up."
Candy cooed her teasing disappointment, but she knew better than to try and stop him. She was thinking the same thing he was ... Fucking would be a lot better once who ever was at the door was sent away.
He climbed out of bed, never letting his eyes leave her nakedness as she pulled herself to a sitting position. The sheet fell from her body to her cuntal mound as she did so, and Allen could feel his mouth watering at the sight of her breasts, apple-shaped, wide-spaced and topped with twin cherry-sized nipples already hard and excited. Her cream-colored flesh contrasted blatantly with the dark brown of her aureoles, and as she watched him slip into his robe, she revolved her body slightly, giving him a delightful profile of her mounds.
"Your cock is showing through your robe," she teased, referring to the way his incredible erection tented the thin cloth of his robe at his loins.
"All the better for who ever is at the door," he smiled. "I can just see the surprised face of some Jesus Freak when she sees an erection. Maybe I'll have her come up here and join us."
"What makes you so sure it's a woman?" she asked, smiling in her little girl way.
"This nose of mine can smell a cunt for miles," he answered opening his door and walking down the front stairs.
As he came closer to the front door, he could see through the slightly opaque frosted glass that it was a woman standing there. He had thought about trying to will his cock limp for the occasion, but decided against it. He was pretty pissed off that he had been disturbed this early in the day, and he wanted what ever bitch-cunt was at the door to know why.
All these thoughts passed instantly as he opened his door and saw his half-sister standing there. Something had to be wrong for her to come calling on him like this.
In the back of his mind, he felt his penis deflate, but even as a momentary disappointment rippled over him, he brought himself around to the situation at hand.
"Susan, what's the matter?" he asked, noting that her cheeks were streaked with tears, even though she had made an attempt to cover them with foundation.
"Phillip left me," was all she could say as she stood, looking pitiful and helpless in his doorway. "We were coming back from my boss's home last night and he got out of the bus in the middle of the free-way. He said I would never see him again."
Even though Allen had no great love for Phillip, he could see that his sister was upset.
"I just had to talk to someone, and you were the only person I could think of."
Allen sighed. Family before pleasure, he thought to himself.
"Suppose you come upstairs where we can talk," he said. Then he added as an after thought, "I should tell you, though, I'm not alone."
Susan didn't act as though she heard him. She lead him up the wide stairway and through the hall to his apartment, waiting until he caught up and opened the door for her. .
When he did, Candy was sitting exactly as he had left her, the naked half of her lovely young body being the first thing Susan saw when she entered the messy bedroom.
"Ooooo ... I'm sorry ... I didn't know ... I thought..."
"Never mind," Allen soothed her. He made the necessary introductions, and was pleasantly surprised when Candy said that she understood, and even offered to make coffee for them while they talked. She slipped into a robe ... one of Allen's rather than her own see-through, for Susan's benefit, and busied herself in the kitchen while Allen listened to his sister's story.
He sat at the kitchen table in silence while his sister told him as much as she could about what had happened at the Merril home, and how Phillip had given her an ultimatum.
"I thought something like this would happen," Allen told her, "though I must confess, I didn't know it would happen this soon. What would you like me to do?"
Susan sighed. She knew she would be imposing on her brother with her request, but she had decided while she was standing and waiting for him to answer the door that she would do everything in her power to save what little there was left of her marriage. At least that way, she would know that there was nothing left that she would be worried about.
"I want to go back to the Merril's home," she said, sounding as though she had reached a monumental decision. "I want to go back and tell them everything that happened, and let them decide if they still want to give Phillip a concert. And I can't do it alone, Allen. I want you to come with me."
By this time, Candy had entered the kitchen, and was a silent observer.
"I think you should just right this creep off," she said, sipping on her coffee. "Any man that walks out on a nice looking woman like you deserves to freeze his ass off on some free-way."
Allen silenced her with a wave of his hand. That was exactly what fie had been thinking, but he knew that Susan would never be able to live with herself until she had done everything in her power to get her husband's future secure.
"All right, I'll go," he told Susan, hoping that his own opinion of the idea would not show through in his voice. "Candy, this should only take a couple of hours. Why don't you get some sleep. I want you hot and ready when I get back."
"Lover, I'm hot and ready right now. I want you here."
Allen smiled and made a gesture with his hands in the air.
"Susan's family, Candy," he said, knowing that the young blonde woman would be waiting for him when he got back. "Duty calls."
Candy sighed, finding it hard to dislike Susan for this intrusion into her life. While Allen dressed and fumbled through his dirty pants for his car keys, she and Susan chatted lightly about Phillip and his career as a musician. The more Susan talked about Phillip, the less Candy liked him. She, like everyone else who had met the man, couldn't understand why Susan would put herself out like this for him, but who was she to question another person's actions?
* * *
The ride to Merril's home was silent and uneventful. Allen tried to draw Susan out in conversation, but he found that she really didn't want to talk. Several times he told her that she would do pretty good for herself, now that she didn't have to worry about keeping Phillip happy. While outwardly she didn't seem all that upset, Allen knew his sister well enough to know that she was on the verge of tears again. When she told him that she had been up all night, he understood. If she got a good night's sleep, she would be a lot better. At the moment, she was tired and confused, two things which, together, make thinking impossible. Hell ... he was just tired and his mind was still a little fuzzy.
When they pulled into the driveway of the Merril home, Allen didn't really know what Susan had in mind. He thought that she might just run in there and tell the Merril's what had happened, and ask them if the concert was still on. He knew one thing ... he didn't relish the idea of going in himself. That was one thing ... the only thing ... he and Phillip shared: their contempt for the rich bitches of the world.
He sighed as Susan opened her door. Then he turned off his motor and followed her. He had to admit one thing ... the Merrils really knew how to live. Their home looked as though they had spared no expense. It was lavish, and ultra-modern. It looked as though it was exceptionally well built, and not at all like the cheap houses that many people will spend lavish amounts of money on. Allen's trained eye could tell that this house would no doubt outlast his own life. This was something of a novelty these days, and already Allen began to think that he had misinterpreted the Merrils. Their home told him a lot ... they were good solid people, even if they were bankers.
As far as Susan was concerned, seeing the Merril home in the bright light of day was like seeing it for the first time. Though she didn't have Allen's trained eye for such things, she could see as well as her brother that the house was beautiful ... almost a throw-back to a time when the rich really knew how to live well ... a time when the wealthy took full advantage of their good fortune. She hadn't really seen the outside last night, as it had gotten dark by the time she, Phillip and Richard had arrived. She took a little while to admire the eye-pleasing design of the house.
While she was standing in the drive-way, the front door opened, and Richard Merril was standing there, dressed in a casual robe and holding a glass of orange juice in his hand. He was genuinely shocked to see Susan at his home so soon, shocked but pleasantly surprised. Even before she spoke, he could feel his cock give a distinctive lurch under his robe.
Then he saw that she was with someone, and he decided that he would underplay his hand a little. He didn't know who this guy was, but he looked as though he wanted to make trouble, and was just looking for an excuse to start something.
"Susan," Merril called out as he left his home and joined the two in the driveway. "What a pleasant surprise. What do I owe the honor..."
Susan stopped him.
"Phillip has left me," she said quickly. "When we were going home on the bus last night, he told the driver to stop and let him off. He didn't come home at all during the night."
Merril could see that she was upset, and with the guy she had brought standing next to her, he decided that he would act against his feelings, which were to cradle her in his arms in a loving manner and then fuck her. But he couldn't do that just yet. In a little while, after he had felt out the man she had brought, perhaps.
Susan introduced her brother to her boss, and Merril suggested they go inside and talk. They were met at the door by Niven, whose eyes immediately swept from Susan to the man she introduced as Allen, her half-brother. Niven could see at a glance that this man was totally different than Phillip ... that Allen would really know what a good time was, and wouldn't hesitate to show her.
But there was something in his manner ... something that told her that she would have to handle this one a little differently than she had handled people who were of her class.
Allen seemed to be almost as contemptuous as Phillip had been. Even as she blatantly eyed him up and down while Susan and Richard talked in another part of the room, she was certain that she detected something of a sneer on the handsome, rugged man's lips.
She wasn't wrong. Allen, even though he found Niven surprisingly attractive, couldn't hide his feelings for the rich people. He had dealt with them before, and he never liked being with them.
Still, Niven was a really good looking woman. He told himself that it was only because of her money that she was able to maintain her youthful appearance ... that if she had to live like most of the people, she would be wrinkled and double-chinned. Even as he looked at her, he could feel his cock expanding at the thought of getting his penis between , her legs. If he hadn't been told that she and Merril were the same age, he would have thought that she was a young girl, fresh out of college. Her delightfully styled hair, young, flawless flesh and firm shapely features reminded him so much of Candy, waiting in her nakedness back at his apartment, that all he wanted to do was finish up the business at hand as soon as possible and get back to her.
While Allen and Niven pretended to ignore each other, Richard Merril and Susan talked some about Phillip, the concert and the future in general. While Merril listened, he formed a plan in his mind. His wife had complained most of the night that she wanted nothing more than to wring Phillip's neck for leaving her unsatisfied like he had. As Susan unfolded this and that about Phillip's leaving, becoming more and more upset, Merril found that a plan was developing in his mind.
He was going to fuck this hot little cunt again. That was a foregone conclusion. But how? How? ...
Then he had it. All he had to do was get Niven in on it, and he was certain that she would go for what he had in mind. After all, as far as his wife was concerned, a good fucking was a good fucking, no matter who gave it to her.
"Wait one moment, Susan," Merril said, putting his hand on her shoulder to calm her down. "I want to talk to Niven about something."
Hearing her voice mentioned. Niven managed to pull her suggestive looking eyes away from the handsome construction worker standing within arm's reach.
"Love," Merril said as he drew Niven off to one side, "when was the last time you really had a good fucking?"
"Silly question," she said, giving him a teasing smile. "It was something like half an hour ago, just before these two came."
"Do you think you're ready for another one?"
"That's another silly question," she said, turning her head so that she could watch Allen out of the corner of her eye. "I'm always ready for a good fucking."
"I thought so. Now listen. Allen there is really interested in this place as a construction worker. I'm really interested in Susan as a cunt, and I can tell that you're really interested in Allen's cock."
"So what else is new?" she asked, feeling her vagina tingle at the thought that this time, she was not going to be denied.
"So this ... suppose you take Mr. Big-balls over there on a little tour of the place ... sort of show him around a little. I'll bet you get his penis into you in a matter of minutes."
Then he told her the rest of his plan, and he smiled when he saw her face light up.
"So you approve?"
"But of course," she said.
"Good. Then we'll both get something we want. Susan was hell on my rod last night, but she's acting now as though that didn't happen. I don't think she fully understands what an open marriage is all about, and I think it would be to everyone's benefit to show her."
Niven nodded. "Shall we begin right away?"
"The sooner the better," her husband said. "She's no good to anyone now, with her all upset like she is."
Niven squealed her delight, and then joined the couple on the other side of the room.
"Allen," she said in a low, throaty voice, "Merril would like to talk to Susan alone about Phillip and the concert. Something about how he's already started getting things going. Suppose you and I take a little walk. I can show you the grounds we have here. I understand you're into things like that."
Allen looked at his sister, who told him that everything would be all right. Susan was pretty happy that she would have a chance to be alone with Richard. The older man was so kind and understanding. She hadn't realized how much affection she felt for him, but he would make everything better ... she just knew he would.
While Allen didn't like the idea of being alone with a rich woman, he decided that he would leave for the sake of his sister. After all, there wasn't very much he could offer her other than moral support, and he really believed that Susan and Merril had some details to take care of.
As Niven lead Allen out the door and into the huge, finely kept front lawn, he mentally cursed Phillip for putting not only his sister through hell, but himself as well, The last thing he wanted to do was go wandering about this place with Niven Merril...
* * *
The grounds were huge. According to Niven, much of the area had been zoned for exactly what it was right now ... undeveloped land. There was a small clump of trees at the edge of their property, and although Allen had no real desire to enter them, preferring the feeling of concrete under his feet, that was exactly where Niven seemed to be taking him, under the pretense that the view of their house was much better from the woods.
"You want to see this place in every possible light, don't you?" Niven had asked when Allen questioned where they were going.
"Well ... yes, as a matter-of-fact," he admitted. The truth was, now that he was some distance from the home, he could see things he couldn't have noticed from close up. The building blended perfectly into the land, forming almost a picture post-card setting.
The small forest was on top of a slight rise, and from him vantage point, Allen could look down into the slight depression where he saw that every one of the few homes that had been built in the area blended well. He was pleasantly amazed at the taste with which the homes had been built, and he told Niven as much.
The older woman smiled. She could see that Allen was coming around ... breaking out of his mindless hatred for rich people. She had proven with her words that she was capable of understanding what it was like not to have everything money could buy.
"After all," she said softly, drawing her body up against Allen's, "I wasn't always rich. And neither was Richard."
As she spoke, Allen began to see her in a different light. He hadn't noticed it before, but she wore her clothes very well. When they had been in the house, her faded jeans and slightly wrinkled work-shirt had seemed to be more a mockery of poverty rather than something practical. And all during the walk, he had been more concerned with the view of the house, having decided that as lovely and young-looking as Niven was, he just wasn't going to have anything to do with her.
Now, though, as she leaned her body against his tree, he could see that looked like a wild child of nature more than anything else. Her jeans fit her like a second skin, and her shirt did very little to hide the generous swell of her firm, hard breasts, which bobbed as she moved, evidence that she was not wearing a bra.
"I wonder," she mused as she teasingly looked skyward. "When was the last time you really got stoned?"
Allen looked at her in wonderment. "Just what do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Well ... what would you say if I told you that you were leaning against a tree that had some of the best hash this side of the Mississippi?"
"I would say you were crazy," he said, his voice telling her that he didn't believe it. It was unthinkable to him that someone as rich and as ... well ... middle-aged ... as Niven would even think about things like that, let alone smoke it. He himself liked getting high, though he hadn't had the chance in recent days.
"Suppose I reach into this tree and see," she said, thrusting her hand into a large hollow area and pulling out a massive chunk of hash, which was instantly recognized by Allen for what it was.
"And, of course, we'll need a pipe as well," she said, reaching into the same area and producing one.
"I don't believe it," Allen laughed. This woman was full of little surprises, and even though he still didn't like her all that much, he was beginning to soften his opinion some. She couldn't be all that bad if she was into things like getting high on hash.
"Believe it," she told him as she sat on the ground and filled the pipe. He watched her in amazement as she did those things he would have thought were reserved for the younger people of this world. She filled the pipe as though she had been doing it every day of her life. Then she lit it, and after she had inhaled the thick white smoke and passed it to him, she explained what it was doing here, in the middle of no where.
"There are times when some of the people who live in this area feel the need to unwind. We've pooled what we have, and we make sure that the supply stays at a goodly quantity. If you look carefully, you can see the remnants of some camp fires we've had up here. Sort of like having the best of both worlds in our own back yard."
Allen took the pipe and smoked it, laughing to himself at what she was saying. He could see that he had figured these people all wrong. They were doing those very things he would do if he had as much money as they did. There was really no reason why they shouldn't have everything they wanted. He knew he did. Maybe if he worked a little harder ... or got on the good side of these people, instead of trying to make himself out to be better than they were. After all, a banker was one of the few people that could really influence the construction business. If Merril thought he was an okay Joe, things might come his way a lot easier.
They smoked in silence, and Allen found that Niven wasn't joking when she said it was the best hash this side of the Mississippi. After only a couple of hits, he was as stoned as he had ever been, and the pipe wasn't even half empty yet.
Niven smiled to herself as she could see the change rapidly coming over Allen. No, he wasn't anything at all like that creep Phillip. This one had potential, and she knew that she would be able to tap it. He was looking at her with more deliberation now, and she glanced at the front of his pants from beneath her lowered lids. She was certain that she could see his cock pulsing here, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly. Her vaginal juices began to flow fast, and she knew that she was going to get what she had wanted so badly the night before. Getting Phillip aroused had been totally impossible. Getting Allen aroused ... well ... that had already been accomplished. Now all that remained was putting that arousal to good use.
Allen took another deep toke on the pipe, determined that if nothing else, he was going to take full advantage of this windfall. As the world around him became less and less defined, he sensed the nearness of the woman beside him, her deep hazel eyes fixing on his own brown ones every now and then in a knowing, suggestive glance. He began to wish he hadn't come with Susan, wished he had never seen this older woman. like Niven, he was aware that his cock was expanding in his pants, and he could feel the painful pressure of building sperm in his balls. The hash was beginning to have a heightening effect on his bloodstream, while at the same time dulling his mind, so that the pounding of his heart seemed to fill the entire forest. He kept staring at Niven Merril, at her sultry face, at the kind of sex which seemed, suddenly, to drip from her, the full rich softness of her breasts, pushing out her shirt into pale blue mounds. Even as he tried to tell himself that such a thing was impossible, he wanted to reach out and tweak her nipples to hardness, just as he had with Candy only a few short hours ago. He wanted to cup and massage her tits and take each nippled into his mouth and show her what a real man was like.
Allen felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant and complete hardness at this thought, and he tried to will it limp again. There was no point in even thinking that he would get into this lovely woman's tight pussy. She was married, and even though she seemed like a nice person all around now, he knew that rich people take a very dim few of a man fucking another man's wife. And he wanted to make sure that he stayed on Merril's good side for the future. Fucking his wife certainly wouldn't do that!
Automatically, his eyes went to Niven's evenly tanned face, and he saw that she was looking directly at the bulge in his pants.
"Why ... Allen!" she exclaimed in mock surprise, "you have an erection. Did you know that?"
Allen was shocked, and he opened his mouth to say something, finding words impossible to form. He didn't like this changing of roles. Generally, he was the dominating partner. He called all the shots. Candy had said something about his erection when he had first met her, but that had been totally different. She was just as poor as Allen was ... or at least, not as wealthy and powerful as Niven. It had been something of a joke, and Allen could tell it right away.
But this was no joke with Niven.
"I'll bet you have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," Niven teased. "You want to put that big hard cock in my cunt and fill me with your cum, don't you. You want to fuck me and make rife cum as well, right?"
Allen couldn't believe his ears. Sure, Niven had been making little teasing glances at him when they had been in the house, but he never thought in a million years that she would come right out and say something like that. For the first time in his life, he felt totally off-balance with a woman, and he didn't like the feeling one bit.
Niven was having the time of her life with Allen. The slight frustration she had felt with Phillip the night before was making her more bold than she would have imagined herself capable, but she was determined that she would pull all stops. She wasn't sure, but she had a pretty good idea that her husband was making it again with that cute little secretary.
NIVEN WASN'T GOING TO BE CHEATED OUT OF A FUCKING AGAIN ... TWICE IN LESS THAN TWENTY FOUR HOURS!!
"Niven ... shit ... cut it out, will you?" Allen heard himself saying. He would never have said something like that to any other woman, but this was getting to be too much for him to handle.
"Why, lover? My cunt's on fire right this moment, and the only thing it wants to eat is a big, thick cock ... your big, thick cock. I can see that you have one, and I want it, spewing cum all around inside my pussy."
Then she reached out and touched his pants-encased penis.
Allen nearly lept up and started to run as an electric shock of erotic delight rippled through him, but he was held transfixed by this sudden and unexpected turn of events. Niven stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her caresses. She moved closer to him and pressed the hot points of her breasts against his arm. Her lips found his jaw line and traced a pattern along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a path of fire along his skin as her hand continued to run over his greatly swollen penis.
This was getting to be too much, and he had to tell her to stop before things got totally out of hand.
"Niven ... for the love of ... "
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she breathed, ignoring his protests. "You want to fuck me ... you want to fuck me ... you want to fuck me..."
The words droned on and on and on, and Allen could feel what little resolve had had dissolving fast. She was so lovely, so firm, so demanding and exciting. He really hadn't met any woman like her before. She had Candy's body, but with all the experience and maturity that can only come with age.
"Yes ... GODDAMN IT ... YES!" he yelled into the woods. He couldn't help himself. The combination of hash and the nearness of the woman touching his jerking cock was greater than he could resist. He didn't want to piss off her husband ... he didn't want to get himself into trouble ... but he couldn't help himself.
And then his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. Niven's hand began to move faster on his swollen, turgid shaft, and she sucked and nibbled on his tongue, swirling her won around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing it in an attitude of sexual copulation with her as the aggressor. As if with a will of its own, Allen's left hand came up and found her firm breast, squeezed and kneaded the hot, pliant flesh momentarily, then dipped inside her shirt to force open the top three buttons and bring her swollen mound into the open, exposing her desire-hardened nipple and dark-brown aureole. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hard tip of his cock as she continued to massage him through his pants with a practiced thoroughness.
Then, suddenly, he remembered what he was doing. HE WAS ABOUT TO FUCK ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE ... RIGHT THERE ON HIS OWN PROPERTY!! ! WHAT IF MERRIL CAME OUT ... WITH HIS SISTER?? ?
He pulled himself violently away from the lovely older woman, turning his body so that her hand left his bulging penis. His face was flushed with a brilliant crimson, mostly from the intense arousal she had brought upon him. He felt like a fucking teenager ... confused and uncertain about what he should do. If anyone had told him that he would feel like this with a woman, he would have told them they were crazy.
He couldn't understand it!
"What's the matter, Lover," Niven teased casually. She wasn't going to let anything stand in her way now. She should have forced herself on Phillip like this, but she was certain that it would have been useless with him Allen was was all set to come around, and she wasn't going to let him go. She was as aroused as he was, and she was going to have him. Period!
Don't tell me that you're afraid my husband might catch us," she laughed. "I wouldn't worry about something like that. Both he and I fuck who we want ... when we want."
Allen had heard about marriages like that, and had actually known one couple who tried it. It hadn't worked. Men were just too jealous.
"Forget it, Niven," he said, trying and failing to make his voice stable and even. "You couldn't do anything that would make me believe that."
'Oh, no?' she thought to herself. 'We'll see.'
Allen pulled his body up to a standing position and took. several steps away from Niven. His heart was hammering violently in his chest, and he was aware that his cock was still seeping hot droplets of pre-cum in his pants. He had only one thought on his mind. He would go to the house, get his sister and go back to San Francisco, where he was in command of things. At least he knew where he stood with Candy. She didn't play little games like Niven seemed to like.
He was just starting to walk down the slight rise when he heard a voice from behind him whisper: "Allen?"
He turned, wanting to tell her that she could just forget about him and his cock, but when he saw her the words froze in his throat. His mouth gaped open, and his eyes seemed to protrude with shock.
Niven stood against the tree, completely naked.
He knew that she had a lovely body, just from the way her tight clothes had fit her, but seeing her naked like this told him that, if anything, he had underestimated her. Her unbuttoned shirt was just dropping from her shoulders as he turned around, and her tight jeans were in a wrinkled puddle around her ankles. She took a step toward him, leaving her pants where they fell, and then she stood still, her luscious legs spread slightly, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet tongue showing kitten like. The moist, petal-like softly hair-fringed lips of her cunt were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the burnt-brown triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly in the late morning sunlight. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long, slender legs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"Well, Allen ... do you like what you see?"
Allen couldn't say anything. He simply couldn't believe that anyone, even Niven, would go to such length to have someone fuck her, since she had the kind of body any man would kill to possess. He could only stare at her, at her completely salacious, wanton pose, and his cock began its maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, slowly, Niven lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her fingertips to her delightfully curling pubic mound, slowly caressing herself down between her legs, nails glistening as they blazed a path through the thick silken hair. When her fingers reached the thin pink ribbon of her vaginal slit, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her right hand on either side of the soft, shining lips and spread them gently apart, revealing the trembling erect bud of her eager clitoris to Allen's lust-ridden gaze. With her left forefinger, then, she traced up her pussy slit until the fingertip made contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once ... twice ... sending more rivulets of vaginal lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, and slipped easily inside, buried to the second knuckle. She withdrew it, slid it in again, withdrew it, slid iting, fingerfucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster her finger slid wetly in and out of her cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her naked hips with delight at the sensations searing through her flesh from her own manipulations, Niven began to talk to Allen in a low, almost hypnotic voice.
"I want you to fuck me, Allen. I want your cock more than I want my finger. I want to feel that huge penis of yours slipping into my cunt. I want you to fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... "
Allen had never seen anything like it. He couldn't believe that she was going to such pains for his penis.
Niven was desperate. Twice she had come so close to getting a cock in her body, and while her husband's the night before had been totally adequate, she wanted more. She wanted to feel this hulk of a man on top of her, fucking into her with all his strength. She wanted Allen to fuck her more than she wanted life itself, and she was determined that she would have him ... even if it killed her.
She could feel the strength leaving her knees as she fingered her tingling vagina in a standing position. Her hand was gleaming with a thick, viscous coating Of her cuntal juices, and she could tell that she was near orgasm. If only Allen would come to her...
And then she felt him. Her eyes had closed, and when she opened them, she could see him walking towards her, his hands fumbling with his belt, unbuckling it as he walked. She felt his hand grip her hand and pull it from her cuntal sluce with a wet sucking sound. She felt his lips brushing down hard on hers, and she moved her cum-soaked hand to his pants, pulling them open as though her very existence depended on getting him as naked as she was.
And finally, he was, and she looked down between their bodies to see his thick, hard, erect penis jutting out from his loins.
She heaved a sigh of relief, and she brought her arms around his muscular waist, pulling both of them to the ground in her desperation.
"Oooooo ... Allen..." she managed to say in her passion-distorted voice, her eyes glued to his lust-swollen penis. "It's as big as I knew it would be ... bigger. Uummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... I can't wait for it to fill me with its cum. Hurry ... I want to feel your cock in me ... hurry...
And she meant it! She couldn't remember a time when she had wanted a penis more in her life. She was totally beside herself now with the lust she had brought to her aching vagina, and there was only one thought on her mind. She no longer cared about what ever plan her husband had for Susan. She wanted the satisfaction of a penis in her cunt ... and she wanted it now!
Allen no longer cared about being caught by her husband. He still didn't believe her story about their open marriage, but that didn't make any difference. He showered moist, hot kisses over the older woman's face and throat, into the warm valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hillocks of her ass, cupping them, squeezing them. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing along the sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched between their tightly clasped bodies again, locating the rock-hardness of his cock, and she heard him gasp as the searing tips of her fingers closed over the rigidness of his penis. Then his mouth closed over hers, and their tongues lashed and twirled together, as if trying to blend into one. Niven crushed the full length of her body desperately against his and ground her pelvis hard into him. Then she twisted suddenly, pulling his astride her, opening her legs as wide as she could, her cunt flaring open, eagerly waiting for his entry.
The lust-incited woman's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his body, the cleft of his back, the tautly clenched cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he were some new toy she had just acquired. His cock rested hard against her thighs, trailing dribbles of semen, mingling with her own flowing cuntal emissions. She reached under her buttocks as she levered their entwined bodies up with the full strength of her back, and with both hands, pulled her vaginal lips apart to give his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it slipped warmly off her thigh to lie full length in her warm, wet crevice, the cock-head resting deliciously against her achingly rigid clitoris. Then she relaxed, dropping her body back onto the ground, his penis trapped hotly between her soft, hot thighs.
Allen decided that it was time for him to take command of the situation now, and he moved his hands between her shoulders and the ground, running them down along the smooth curves of her back and hips, making little purling sounds deep in his throat. The raised edges of her spine felt white-hot to him as she undulated her body hard against him in a slow, teasing tempo. The tenseness of the cords in her back pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip him moments from now, when he had sent his hard piston-like cock fucking deep into her hot little belly.
Niven's nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Allen pushed his hands down farther beneath her, cupping the fullness of her buttocks in his palms, pulling her seething pussy tight against him. He moved his cock up and down the fiery slit, delighting that he now had the upper hand. He sensed her vagina grow more and more wet as her passion seethed out of her. Her ass-cheeks began a more desperate motion or rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, suddenly her calves locking tightly against the backs of his thighs, pulling him to her.
"Now ... please..." she mumbled, desperate in her passion. "Give me you cock. I want your cock in me. I have to have your penis.. she plead, making Allen feel a little better for having been able to turn the tables.
Her daintily, moist hands circled around his lustfully palpitating cock and guided it up between the moist pink lips of her trembling pussy. Allen groaned like an animal as he felt her hands move his lust-swollen penis up and down between the lips of her sensitive vagina. The pressure in his balls was near torture now as she positioned his cock-head at the softly trembling opening to her hotly seeping cunt, and he knew that neither of them would be able to hold back another second.
He flexed his hips with a sudden lunge that sent his huge, rock-hard shaft deep up into the hot, gaping mouth of her hungrily clasping vagina, drove it home wildly, his balls hammering wetly, loudly against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks.
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhaaaaahhhhh!! " she half screamed beneath him-
Allen felt her soft elastic cuntal flesh slip wetly, hotly, along the full expanse of his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her naked belly, its was well lubricated. Then, suddenly, his cock-head rammed hard against the sensitive end of her cervix as every single inch of his wildly spasming penis filled her.
"Mmmmmm ... oooohhhhh...!" she mewled "Oooooo ... that's the way ... your cock is so large ... I can feel every inch of it ... uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmm ... fuck me now ... now ... now..."
Her wild abandoned cries caused the lust-enraged young man to grind his pelvis harder into the squirming, pliant flesh beneath him, fucking up into Niven with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting both their bodies completely off the ground. She moaned and mewled wildly under his hard driving cock now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan tempo. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.
"It's good ... it's good ... aaahhhhh ... the way to fuck," she panted. "Ooooohhhh ... shove your finger up my ass! Do it ... do it. I want your finger in my ass-hole...!"
In slave-like obedience. Allen reached under her, between her wildly rotating buttocks as he drove his wildly pistoning shaft up into the steaming wetness of her openly trembling pussy. He stretched the roundly straining moons of her ass-cheeks wide with his hands, then dipped his middle finger toward her quivering anus and found it. A small warm stream of moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking so hard into her cunt. It lubricated the tightly puckered anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment with his middle finger. Then he thrust forward hard, feeling the tight rubbery opening yield under the pressure, and give way completely. His middle finger slid right up to the palm of his hand into the tight elasticity of her nether passage. She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet slapping sound at the sudden lancing pain, which disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Allen delighted in her thrashing beneath him, and he waggled his finger around inside her warm rectal passage, eliciting more cries of delight from the woman he was fucking so wonderfully. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh that separated her twin passages, the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her wet hot cunt. He timed the thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of his lust-driven penis, impaling her completely on two strong hard rods of flesh. She moaned wildly underneath him, and he could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it was going to burst from the incredible pressure that was building in his free-swinging balls. He had to come soon. If he didn't fill her with his fire-hot semen, he was going to go out of his mind. Oooohhh ... she was so wonderful ... her experienced little pussy was so tight and warm and wonderful, and he was going to give her a fucking she would never forget as long as she lived. He was going to show her that being rich didn't mean anything at all when it came to fucking ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Susan couldn't remember a time when she was happier. Just being with a man like Richard made everything seem perfect. Susan would have thought that only her brother ... her half-brother ... could make her feel the way she did at this moment, but she could see now that she was wrong.
In Richard Merril, she found a man who was warm, understand and witty. When Allen and Niven had wandered off somewhere, she fully expected a repeat of what had happened last night, and she had to admit that, as nice as sucking Richard's cock while he licked and slavered at her cunt had been, she really wasn't in the mood for something like that at the moment. Maybe sometime in the dim future, she thought to herself, after she managed to get over the lose of her husband.
Merril could sense what was on her mind, and he decided that he would really put it to her, but not at the moment. He wanted to see her a little happier, a little more in control of herself before he tried anything like that. He was certain that if he came on to her, she wouldn't refuse him, but he wanted her to come to him. Then, and only then, could he be sure that she had finally gotten over Phillip, though he was certain that she would come around in a matter of minutes ... certainly before she left his home. All he had to do was sit and wait. She was certainly worth waiting a couple of hours for.
While they were alone at his huge home, Merril made a special point not to try and make her the least bit suspicious of his intentions. He listened politely while she poured her heart out to him, telling him everything about her life, including the frustration she had felt living with Phillip. This was the way he gained her confidence, and about the same time Allen and Niven were just beginning to smoke the secret store of hash, Merril decided that it was time to make his move.
When Susan had first started talking, she had been on the brink of tears. Now, she couldn't hold back her laughter as Merril joked with her. Finally, after checking his watch to make sure him timing was correct, he said, "Susan, suppose you and I take a little walk. It's a beautiful day out there, one of the last in the year before the winter rains set in. Why should we let it go to waste?"
Susan brightened at the idea of walking around the grounds. All the while they had been talking, she had been looking out the huge picture window, thinking that it would be so lovely to just wander about, getting lost in the huge, undeveloped area.
Merril offered her his arm, and she took it, feeling as though she were a little girl again, and this man was her father about to take a walk in a huge, endless park.
Merril knew exactly where to go. He and Niven and many of their friends had been at the exact spot hundreds of times. Next to Merril's "special bedroom," it was the most favored spot for fucking, and like the bedroom, though for different reasons, the sex that happened there was something special and near-magical.
As before, Susan did most of the talking while they walked, though this time her topics were cheery and happy. She commented about the birds and small animals she could see in the open field, and she was especially happy when Richard veered toward the wooded area. Having been born and lived most of her life in a city, she felt something exciting about being out here in the near-wilds.
As they approached the area where Allen and Niven were fucking each other silly, Merril changed the topic deliberately, and began to talk about the relationship he and his wife had developed over the years.
"You know, Susan, a lot of people still don't believe that an open marriage can work."
"I'm one of them," she confessed. "As distant and apart as I felt from Phillip, I think it would have ripped me apart if I knew he was ... well ... fucking other women."
"Thinking like that will have to change," Merril said, sounding like a wise old man instead of a stodgy boss, "if there is to be any future in this world. People have to learn that they can't own other people. I think that was the major problem between you and Phillip. He wanted to own you, and you were willing to let him."
"Oooooo ... " she smiled.
"I'm serious, Susan," he said, feeling his heart start to pound as the familiar area made itself clear to his trained eye. As much as I love Niven, and have for the last twenty years, I'm certain it wouldn't bother me if I saw her fucking another man."
"like they say in Missouri ... you'll have to show me that," Susan commented. "Knowing your wife is doing something like that is totally different than actually seeing it."
There was short moment of silence as they got still closer to the area, and then, Susan stopped.
"What was that?" she asked, turning her head and listening. "I was certain I heard something ... something that sounded like a woman."
Merril smiled. Though he hadn't heard anything yet, he wasn't surprised that Susan had. After all, her ears were that much younger than his.
"There ... I heard it again," the young brunette said, her voice becoming excited. "It sounds like moaning, as though someone's in trouble."
Without waiting for her boss, she hurried to the source of the sound. Merril continued his stately walk, following Susan with his eyes. He knew what the sound would be, and he wanted Susan to be alone when she found out.
He could tell when she arrived on the scene by the way she stopped dead in her tracks. He smiled, and almost broke out into laughter when she turned and faced him with her pretty little face contorted in a mask of utter confusion.
"Well, Susan," Merril said almost jokingly, "see something you don't quite understand?"
Susan didn't understand it. She twisted her head from the man who was following her to the scene she had witnessed. She couldn't believe what she saw, but a second look confirmed it. There was no doubt ... that was her brother and Niven, Merril's wife, fucking each other as though there were no tomorrow. They were so wrapped up in what they were doing that they either didn't know, or didn't care that they had just been joined.
Susan found that she could not take her eyes off the licentious scene. Her brother's cock was glistening in the sunlight as he pulled it out of Niven's eagerly steaming pussy, and Susan found that her eyes were locked on its incredible thickness.
IT WAS MASSIVE!!
In all the years she and her brother had lived together before he left home, she had never seen his penis, and she looked at it now as though it belonged to some alien from another planet.
If anyone had told her that her brother's cock was that large, she would have thought it was impossible. But as she stared at it, flashing in and out of Niven's wildly churning cunt, she felt her own vagina tingling at the thought of what it must feel like. No wonder Niven was moaning" the way she was!
Susan fixed her gaze on the couple, only dimly aware that Merril had finally caught up to her and was standing behind her, his hands on her waste. She watched with her mouth hanging open as Niven panted and gasped again and again, using all her strength to drive her pelvis up into Allen's hard-driving loins. The slap of their naked flesh was like an echo reverberating through the small wooded area, and Susan nearly choked each time Allen fucked into the writhing woman beneath him. Surely his huge cock was slithering all the way into Niven's throat ... it was that long and thick.
Susan's mind whirled and churned, and she could not take her eyes off the sight less then ten feet from her. But even in her shock and amazement, she was aware that she was looking, not at Niven's lovely hips undulating as though her life depended on it, but on her brother's muscular body. She stared with her mouth watering at the full length of his monstrous penis, the hard shaft disappearing into Niven's wetly seething pussy again and again. Even as she watched her brother fucking this married woman, Susan began to undulate her own hips in sympathetic arousal to the scene.
"You see, Susan," Merril whispered in her ear, his face pressed against her own, his breath searing against her cheek. "I can stand here and watch this, and not feel the least bit jealous."
Susan hardly heard him, though. Her ears were trained on the sounds being emitted from the wildly thrashing woman under the pumping form of her brother. Niven was about to climax. Her throat was making little gurgling sounds, and the older woman mumbled again and again, her low, hypnotic voice piercing the stillness of the Arcadian setting.
"Ooooohhh ... ooohhh. ... fuck me harder ... harder ... I'm almost there ... I'm ... I'm ... Cumming ... cumming ... I'm ... AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
And Niven was climaxing.
And the two of them were driving against each other as though they were trying to merge into one being. Allen's penis looked as though it was being sucked into the hungry orifice of Niven's flooding cunt, and the older woman looked as though she was trying to suck every inch of Allen into her body, not satisfied with merely his cock, but wanting his entire being back in her womb.
Susan could feel her own vaginal juices flowing at this lust-inciting sight, and she started only slightly when Merril's hands reached up behind her and began massaging and kneading her breasts through her blouse. For a long moment, she continued to stare at her brother and the wife of the man behind her, and then it was all too much for her. The frustration she had felt from the night before when Phillip had walked out on her finally caught up to her, and she yielding to the feelings surging through her body like an unchecked fire.
As though Merril could read her mind, he began pulling open the buttons of her blouse, finally drawing the garment away from her body and exposing her breasts to the air. The sudden coolness brought Susan's nipples to instant hardness, and she shivered as ripple after ripple passed through her half-naked body. As Merril cupped her breasts from behind, tweaking and pinching her nipples to full readiness, she found that she had to make a decision. She had to chose between living the type of life she had been living, secure but with constant frustration and disappointment, or choosing something different ... something that would make it possible for her to have as much fun and enjoyment as she believed she deserved.
The choice was easy. Even as Allen continued to pump his virile into Merril's wife, Susan reached to her side and pulled down the zipper of her blouse, determined that she would never again shelter herself with one man. When she felt her garment slipping from her trim, lithe body, she turned to face the man behind her, her mouth and lips eager and ready for the kiss she fully expected.
When her eyes fixed on Merril's body, she was momentarily shocked ... Merril had already taken his clothes off, knowing all along that Susan would break out of the shell she had created for herself during her two years of marriage.
But this shock was only temporary, and she recovered instantly. She smiled at him, wanting his penis in her body once again, this time as a baptism to her new life. His mouth trailed down over her swan-like neck and nestled between the smooth, firmly yielding mounds of her breasts, warming the deep clefted valley with his breath.
She reached out and clung to him as if for dear life itself, and her body shivered as his tongue coursed down the length of her finely grained skin. She yielded to the gentle pressure of his downward tugs, finding herself reclining on the ground, her boss hovering adoringly over her. She gasped as she saw that his cock was already erect, and she looked at it with a feeling of wonderment. She realized that she wanted it inside her body again ... this time between her legs, and she couldn't wait any longer. It was time for her to begin her life anew!
Eagerly, he nestled himself between his secretary's widespread legs, invitingly splayed, and his gaze traveled down to the magnet between her soft, velvety inner thighs, to where the soft pink of her vaginal folds pulsed wetly beneath their halo of brown pubic curls.
Drawing in his breath, he pulled apart the moist pink outer lips, revealing the glory of the smaller fluted inner flesh, clenched protectively around the palpitating fragility of her smoothly moistened vaginal opening, and topped by the budding blush of her tiny clitoris. He gazed at the enthralling sight for a moment, and then tenderly guided his blood-engorged penis toward the tempting target. He reveled in the feel of her delicate cunt-flesh tickling against the rubbery hardness of his cock-head, and he rotated it slightly, moistening it on her wet little cuntal furrow.
Then flicking his hips, he fucked his penis home, sending his cock all the way up into the yielding channel of her upturned pussy.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhh ... I like your cock in ... my cunt..." she moaned in her mounting delight. Merril continued to slice forward, cleaving through her tender passage until he finally reached the end of her secret tunnel, the bulbous head of his cock was snug against the soft tip of her cervix.
"Ooooohhhhh ... " she moaned again as he Hexed his penis inside her, scraping erotically the membrane of her sheath. He withdrew then, exiting slowly, and then without preamble, fucked forward again with all his strength.
"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhh-hhhhh ... oooommmmpppphhh..." she gasped as his pistoning penis larred against her cervix, leaving her breathless. Then he began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her, slicing cleanly into her welcoming flesh, feeling her responsive eagerness to enclose him tightly and completely in her pussy sluce.
A wave of dizzied happiness flowed over Susan. This was what it was all about ... this loving and being loved at the same time ... two people sharing each other. Sex was the union between the human and the divine ... and how divine it was.
Allen lifted himself from the totally exhausted body of Niven, and looked with some shock at what was happening right next to him. His first reaction was fear when he saw the husband of the well-fucked woman beneath him. But Merril was acting as though he didn't give a shit about that. Then he remembered that Niven had told him that she had an open marriage with her husband, and while Allen didn't believe it then, he did now. No husband in the world could have merely stood by and watched while another man fucked his wife unless that were true.
Then he felt anger ... anger at the fact that Merril was fucking his little sister, taking advantage of her sadness and vulnerability. He wanted to haul off and punch Merril's face in.
But he checked himself. Susan didn't look vulnerable. She looked happy ... happier than he could remember her looking for the last two years.
And lovely. Far more lovely than he would have thought, if he had not seen her naked. With the glow of passion adding a beautiful color to her smooth, cream-white flesh, Allen could feel his recently depleted cock once again start to balloon.
And then it happened to him. like so many other times before, he could read Susan's mind. He knew what was happening to her, knew that she was starting her life all over again ... that she was partaking of the best life had to offer for the first time. There was no brother-sister relationship in her world any more. Now there was nothing but receiving pleasure and the giving of pleasure ... relationships with people who could give her what she wanted and needed.
And Allen wanted to be a part of this new life. He wanted to give her his penis ... wanted to join with her in her new world. God knows, as happy as he had made himself, there was always room for more, and who better than his half-sister could make that possible for him?
Susan was in a state of total ecstasy with her rising passion. She found that once she allowed the sensations to sweep over her, there was no end to them. She knew she could never have enough of Merril ... or any other man. She would have to make up for lost time, she thought with the last vestiges of her reason. There was so much to do.
She was brought back to her senses by the feel of fingers on her buttocks, and for a moment, she froze, not knowing what was going to happen.
Then a voice whispered heavy in her ear.
"Turn over, Susan ... Merril and I are going to double fuck you."
In her dazed happiness, she was unable to comprehend what was said, but Merril heard, and she found herself being shifted. She was aware of hands ... Allen's hands ... digging into her buttocks, prying the moons of her ass apart, and her mind flashed with an awareness of what was going to happen.
Her first reaction was that this was wrong. It was wrong to be fucked in the ass ... it was wrong that her brother ... her half-brother ... fuck her at all.
But she put those thoughts out of her mind. This was the beginning of a new life for her. There was no reason to hold back anything now. If Allen wanted her, then she wanted him, and the pleasure she knew his penis would bring her.
Suddenly, all thoughts were blotted out by a blinding sheet of pain in her virginal rectal passage as Allen, knowing that he would have to move fast to lessen the pain, lunged forward and sunk the head of his swollen cock in her tight back-passage.
"AAAAAA A AAA A AAA AAAA AAA-AAA!! ! ! ! ! ! " she screamed, feeling the heat of agony sear through her ass like a hot poker. Allen felt sorry for her, though not very. He'd had experience with things like this before, and he knew that the pain would leave her ass as quickly as it had come.
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmmppppphhhhh...! ! ! " she gasped as he began to pull out, scraping painfully against the rigid inner flesh, and then quickly he stabbed forward again. To Susan's surprise, she found that after a moment, it was not nearly as painful. Allen and Merril began to enter her with a uniform stroke, fucking far and deep down into her in unison, and then withdrawing at exactly the same time on the out-stroke. Her ass began to give a little, making her brother's anal fucking easier, and Susan found that she enjoyed this strange double-fucking ... something she would have never known if Phillip had not left her. Her boss was fucking her in front while her half-brother was taking her from behind, and she loved it. Yes! Yes! There was no doubt about it now. She liked the sensation of being fucked by two men at once, and she could no longer hold back the mewls of pleasure which were issuing from her lips as the two massive penises slipped into her, brushing against each other through the thin membrane dividing the dual passages of her cunt and rectum, and then pulling back out as one.
Rich and poor ... banker and worker were joined by her body, and the three of them began a wild tempo as each of them strove to climax at the same time. Susan was tossed about between them, theirs to carry about like the wind, and she had never experienced anything like it before.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... it feels ... so ... good ... " she moaned.
Meanwhile, Niven, who had been laid to waste like a wounded soldier on a field of battle, was coming around to her senses again. The tingling still in her recently well-fucked cunt was once again making itself felt as she watched the wild double-fucking taking place within arm's reach, and after taking a deep breath to regain her strength, she pulled her satiated body over to the thrashing trio, determined that she was not going to be left out again. She rose to her knees and began caressing Susan's bobbing breasts, kneading and pummeling them with loving care, causing the nipples to splurge into hard little buds, and carefully she lowered her face and began to kiss Susan, her tongue slipping easily between the younger woman's parted teeth and fencing eagerly with her quick pink tongue.
Susan was flabbergasted to feel new hands on her breasts and even more so to receive a passionate warm kiss, but all her senses were fully alert now, and she returned with equal passion Niven's offering and thrust her proud young breasts eagerly into Niven's caressing hands. It was incredible the sensations she was experiencing. Every port seemed to give and receive love and she felt her soul rising, being lifter up, as if it transcended bodily pleasure and was part of something else completely. Her mind darted back to the last time Phillip had fucked her, and she knew that, since he was not really a part of her world and never had been, he could not have possible given her the pleasure she was getting now. There was nothing like it, and Susan was light-hearted with happiness. And she was almost ready to cum. In fact, her body seemed to be floating, not with the earthly pleasure she had experienced before, but with something far, far better ... something ethereal more intangible and more pleasurable for that. She couldn't cry out her release as she had always done before, because the release took place in her entire body. She could only drift away with the spirits that bore her toward a heaven she never thought she would ever find. From far, far away, she heard Allen and Merril screech out their climaxes, and she felt them pump harder and harder into her, flooding her cunt and ass with their huge offerings of lava-like cum which drifted up into her belly and commingled there in a friendly pool. A daze enveloped her then as she drifted off, her last awareness being of the heavy satiated sighs of her boss, her brother and Niven, who all contributed towards her incredible passion ...
* * *
Susan sat in the passenger seat of her brother's car, still smiling from her passion. Phillip was little more than a dim, distant memory now. She didn't care if she never saw him again. In fact, she actually hoped she wouldn't. Now that she had allowed herself to see and know all that was possible, she didn't ever want to close herself off to the world, as her husband had done. He would never succeed, she thought to herself. All struggle and no pleasure is wrong. There has to be a co-equal mixture of both, and Phillip would never admit that to himself.
She waved good-bye to Merril and Niven. The three of them had already made plans for getting together later in the week, and Susan's cunt was tingling with the anticipation of once again renewing her passion with the older couple who had made her happiness possible.
Between her and Allen there were no words. None were necessary. Each had said all that could be said when he had fucked her in the ass. With the first plunge he had made into her rectum, what ever barriers might have existed were shattered.
For a long while along the free-way, neither of them spoke, each still caught up the happening that had taken place. Finally, Allen asked, "Would you like me to take you home?"
Susan thought about that for a moment, and decided that she really didn't want to go back to her apartment. There was far too much living that had to be done.
"I have an idea," she said, reaching out and touching the upper thigh of her half-brother, causing him to swerve a little. "That girl back in your apartment ... what's she like?"
Candy? Ohhh ... I think you would like her."
"Well, then, suppose we go to your place and uplift her a little?"
Allen was silent, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him. Then he broke out into peals of laughter.
"I think she might like that," he gasped between breaths. "I think she might like that a lot."
"Then suppose you forget about the speed limits?" Susan suggested.
Again Allen was silent. He glanced in his rear-view mirror to make sure there were no police around, checked into the empty lane ahead of him, smiled, and pressed his accelerator all the way to the floor.
The car automatically shifted into the passing gear and raced toward the Golden Gate Bridge.
