Outside someone slammed a car door. Merry rolled over and cuddled her pillow, smiling into its fluffiness. The car started and drove off, and Merry opened her eyes to the sunlight pouring in under the window shades. She stretched and the sheet slid slowly from her, exposing the upper part of her body. Her breasts lay bare, the white orbs flattened against her chest. She shifted slightly and the orbs came together, their fullness swaying with gravity to one side of her body. She stretched again and her nipples came erect to greet the morning sun.
Merry wasn't fully awake yet, she wanted five minutes more to bathe in the luxurious pleasure of waking up slowly. She dozed lightly, returning to the borders of a dream, remaining aware of the new morning. She felt warm and tingly.
Richard Saunders lay next to his wife. He was still asleep, his body relaxed, a look of pleasure on his face. He slept so soundly that he never noticed Merry's soft caresses along his back, or the soft trace of her finger inside the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He didn't even feel the movement of the bed as Merry shifted so that she could slip her other hand between her legs, to trail her fingernail up and down her clit.
The peace of the morning was disrupted by the ringing of the alarm clock. Six a.m. already. Six a.m., Monday morning. Shit! Merry thought to herself, rolled over and pulled the fragments of her dream back together, trying to reconstruct it so that she could get back into it.
Richard turned over; he was awake now. He lay there quietly for a moment or two, ignoring the ringing clock. But then he couldn't take it anymore, the sound was filling the room. His hand groped the night table until it found the clock. He stopped the alarm and lay back, holding the clock to his naked chest. He lay there trying to focus his mind.
Merry stirred gently and Richard became aware of the faint trace of her cologne. His cock stood erect and he stretched his legs so the firm rod pointed straight up. Richard looked down at it as it poked the fly of his pajamas and he felt proud of the length and thickness of his manhood.
He reached over the side of the bed and dropped the clock to the carpeted floor. Then, under the sheet, he grasped his organ and shook it gently. It was Richard's way of saying good morning to himself. His hand ran slowly and loosely up and down the shaft, gently squeezing the head on the upstrokes. His thighs quivered and pleasure coursed through his loins. He was horny. Richard was horny every morning. But this was Monday morning and Richard was horniest on Mondays. To him, fucking on Monday morning was the last bit of pleasure that the weekend had to offer before the grind of the work week began.
His hand continued to move up and down his shaft, the tempo increased now, as well as the tightness of his grip. He wanted to come, his balls ached with their fullness. His other hand began to creep along Merry's thigh, his touch so soft that it barely grazed her skin. Gently he pressed his fingers closer to her flesh. And when his senses became aware of her naked thigh he tightened his grip even more on his erection. His nipples tingled in anticipation as his fingers trailed along her thigh, towards her pubic hair. Richard was very excited, so excited that he was tempted to just jerk off and come. He wanted to come and he began to lift his ass, thrusting his organ upward as if to enter into an imaginary orifice. His fingers felt the wispy hair between Merry's legs and stretched in search of her clitoris. His hand was hot and Merry's skin perspired lightly under his palm.
Merry shifted again, as if to accommodate him, and he wondered if she was awake. He let go of his cock for the first time and turned over, facing his wife's back.
He cuddled up to her, putting his arm around her body and nestling his hard-on into the crack of her ass. Gently, ever so slowly, he pressed his body against hers, his hardness opening the crack.
She snuggled back against him and his hand grazed the tip of one of her nipples. She must have felt it because she quivered and Richard felt encouraged. He began to move his hand down the front of her body. He did it lazily, as if he was just moving in his sleep. When his hand finally reached her cunt, he grabbed it firmly and pressed his palm against her clit. The contact was electric and his prick throbbed, oozing pre-coital juices. The juices greased the crack of her ass and his prick slipped freely between her asscheeks. His prick was swollen and red, hot and ready to explode. She hunched back against him now, allowing the tip of his cock to touch her anal opening. He wanted to shove himself inside it, to finally release the mounting pressures building within him, but he didn't want it to be over so quickly.
He gently teased the puckering hole. He held his cock in one hand and guided it up and down between her buttocks, taunting her anus, letting it open and close gently around the tip of his rod. And his cock trembled in excitement. As his other hand loosened its grip on her cunt, and quickly thrust two fingers into her wetness, he shoved his cock into her ass, allowing the whole head to enter her. She moaned and he pumped his fingers in and out, all the while humping her from behind.
"Richard, don't," she whispered. "Come on, I have to get up and make breakfast... and get the kids ready for school."
He kissed her gently on the neck, his fingers pumping in and out of her faster now. "Come on, - honey. We have time. I have to get up and go to work soon... to face the fuckin' grind of the office again," he said, playing on her wifely guilt, "Come on, give me something to face it with."
She smiled, but he didn't see the smile. She stretched and as she did so, she pressed her body back against his. His cock penetrated her ass again, and her smile became one of womanly pleasure. Then she sighed and said, "But the kids will hear us. They're probably awake already, just waiting for us to get up... I'd better get breakfast."
Richard wasn't about to give up seducing his wife. He slipped his pajamas down and kicked them off, leaving them under the covers at the foot of the bed. Moving his body over hers, with both hands he turned Merry over and climbed on top of her, his prick between her legs. It slipped easily up and down between her gaping cuntal lips.
"No! Please... there really isn't time," Merry pleaded with Richard, but with very little conviction in her voice. Her hands moved tenderly down his back and rested at his hips. She arched up and her clitoris met his shaft. "Mmmm, Richard... don't... don't do this," she said, trying to sound convincing, trying to fight off her arousal.
Richard grinned at her. His prick was sliding effortlessly between her lips and their pubic hairs matted together from her juices. He felt the lips open and close around his cock and he felt the hardness of her clit as it stood rigid, reaching for his flesh. He was ready to burst, he was so hot. He wanted her now-right now!
Completely overtaken by his lust, Richard bent his head to Merry's breast and licked wildly at her nipples... from one to the other and then concentrating on just one-nibbling, then biting gently, then sucking. He felt his balls swell, his prick throbbed and trembled, its veins bulging blue around the red shaft. With his right hand, he grabbed and guided his hardness straight into her, never pausing, never easing. His mind began to melt and his body trembled.
Merry arched up to meet his thrust but then shrank back from it when she felt how hot he was. "Richard... no! Don't!... Yes! No!... Oh, Rich... yesss!" She arched up again and ground her groin against his. She crushed her tits into his chest and dug her nails into his back. "Yes, Richard... do it! Fuck me... fuck me!"
And Richard fucked her. He pumped up and down up and down up and down, sweat pouring from his body, his eyes shut tight, his hand still around his cock, holding it, shoving it in and out in and out in and out of Merry. And each time Merry met his thrust, he grunted and pumped faster. His cock was big, and Merry's hole stretched tautly around it. He filled her completely and when he pulled out her flesh was drawn up and when he shoved back into her, she spread her legs wider so that he could get all the way in, all the way until she could feel him touch the tip of her womb. And when he reached that far, she would close her legs tightly around him and he would shudder.
Colors swirled around in front of Richard. He knew he was about to come and his body tensed, his back arched and his cock head throbbed, the hole in its tip opening and closing. The colors faded into blackness and Richard felt fire in his balls. The fire moved up the shaft causing it to swell even more than Richard thought possible. And then the fire poured from his penis, poured and poured into Merry's hole, filling it, overflowing it. And then the blackness faded into pale blue and Richard felt as if he was floating, as if his whole body was breaking down into separate molecules and each of them tingling separately. He was orgasming from every .pore in his body.
At the realization that he was coming inside her, Merry's own body reacted. She loved it when he came, she loved to feel his juices filling her and oozing out again, down the crack of her ass, collecting in her anal opening. At the first touch of his hot jizm she crushed her cunt against his groin, locking his shaft inside her-touching the womb opening. She held him there, grinding wildly against him, never once releasing him. And as his sperm squeezed out of her she began to come. Her cunt fused with his cock and Merry began to swirl in space. Warmth spread from the core of her being, out of her cunt, through her legs, down to her toes. Her breasts were hard and her back arched up, her tits crushed flatly into his chest. Her nails clawed down his back and her head rolled back and forth on the pillow.
The more he came the more pleasure she felt. And just as he was reaching his peak, Merry began to come again. "Now!... fuck me now... Fuck me Don't stop... please don't stop!" She begged him with her words and with her hands she grabbed his ass, holding it tight to her, as if she didn't trust him to stay inside her. "Oh god, I'm coming... fuck me... fuckfuck-fuck... I can feel you coming, I can feel your sperm and I love it!"
When he felt her relax beneath him, Richard slowed his pace and lifted his body off hers. Only his cock still touched her and he drew it out, just to the tip, and then plunged it down into her again. He did that for a few minutes and then filled her again. Her legs closed around his waist and squeezed him. They shared that last minute of pleasure together, savoring it and enjoying the afterglow of their sex. Then gently Richard withdrew and rolled off Merry completely. They lay there, side by side, trying to catch their breaths, holding hands and feeling good.
There was a thunk against the bedroom door and then a very quiet knock. "Mommy, I'm hungry... make breakfast!" said a little voice from behind the door.
"See, I told you I should have made breakfast," Merry said and then laughed.
Richard just lay there. Just in time, he thought to himself... just in time. Monday morning had begun and the new week looked promising. He grinned and sat up. Then reaching for his cigarettes, he put his legs over the side of the bed and shuffled his feet into his slippers. It was time to begin again...
CHAPTER TWO
Merry sat at the table, the newspaper folded open to the crossword puzzle, cigarette burning in the ashtray, and a cup of coffee, her third, cooling in its mug. She filled in the little boxes quickly and then pushed the paper away. She was annoyed with the puzzle for being too easy, for not lasting long enough. Now Merry would have to face housecleaning, and Monday morning housecleaning was not easy to face.
The coffee reached the right temperature for Merry's palate and she sipped it greedily. Thank God for coffee, thank God for caffeine ... and thank God for cigarettes, she thought, and lit one. She inhaled deeply, drawing the harsh smoke into her lungs and holding it there, comforting herself with it. She'd give them up someday, she thought. Someday... It was this thought which took the pleasure out of smoking; this thought and guilt at the abuse she was giving her body. She rest- ed the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up, pushing the chair back.
Merry cleared the table swiftly and mechanically. Dishes placed in the sink and the table wiped clean, Merry headed upstairs to the bedrooms. Peeking into her daughter's room, Merry made a mental note to remind Debbie to clean up the mess of clothing and toys scattered throughout the pink papered room. In Richard Jr.'s room she found a similar mess. She bent to pick up the scattered trucks, stuffed animals, and plastic dinosaurs. Little Richie was still too young to pick up after himself, she thought. Nursery school was enough to handle. Merry rationalized away the fact that she pampered her son too much-and babied him. Just a little while longer and then she'd stop. He would be the last baby she'd have.
After she finished in Richie's room, she gathered up all the laundry and went downstairs again, this time to the washroom in the cellar. Merry decided to start the washing machine up before getting into any heavy housecleaning. Everyone was short on underwear and her husband had just this morning complained about being out of white shirts. She adjusted the knobs on the machine, loaded in the laundry she had gathered, and poured in the right amount of soap. The machine started up and Merry leaned against it, letting the vibrations soothe the lower portion of her body. It felt good and she opened her legs and pressed herself close to the machine. Merry was horny. Flitting thoughts of masturbation passed through her mind, but she pushed them off.
This morning's sex with her husband was good. She had come twice and that was unusual for Monday mornings. Usually Merry was too drained on Monday mornings... drained from cramming too much into two days and from holding on to it until the wee morning hours. They'd only gone to bed just three hours before the alarm had gone off this morning. It had been three a.m. when Merry glanced at the bedroom clock- before slipping into a peaceful sleep.
Richard had made love to her slowly, lovingly, and passionately. They didn't always make love that way, but when they did, Merry found it especially erotic. It made her feel small and feminine... it made her feel soft and fragile. And sometimes that was good. It was a welcome change from the new role she and women like her were now playing. She was proud to be the new breed of woman-strong and independent-but when Richard made love to her that way, she enjoyed the total abandonment that only passivity could permit. And abandoned she had been. So abandoned that she had come more times that she could count. And when she had fallen asleep, she had felt content. She had felt as though she would never need to come again.
Last night, this morning, and still Merry was horny. Got to get to work, she thought. At this rate I'll still be in my housecoat when Richard gets home. She turned from the washing machine and walked up the cellar steps to the kitchen. She couldn't resist another cup of coffee. Merry felt her energy flowing finally and one more cup of coffee would awaken her fully. She poured the coffee and drank it standing up by the sink. She looked out the little window-the one that she thought looked just adorable with the new lacy yellow curtain she had bought on sale. Sipping the hot coffee, she looked out over the beautifully trimmed and very green lawn. Richard had worked so hard on it and she was proud of both him and the lawn.
Richard always worked hard. He was a good husband... and a good lover. Merry felt lucky to have such a man. Good providers aren't always good lovers. At least that's what all those articles were saying in the women's magazines that she read. And if they were true, then Richard was a damn good husband and Merry felt happy.
Her marriage to Richard provided her with all the security she needed. They got on together, they understood each other, and they balanced well together. And yet, as close as they were, they were very far apart. He was more reserved-more cautious. He thought things out longer and more carefully. She took each step of her life head-on, accepting it, dealing with it and moving on to the next. He lived by thought processes and she lived by physical processes. And at times these two different routes came together-clashing. Merry and Richard would argue it out, and then, afterwards, and not usually too long afterwards, there would be the apologies, the tears, and the passionate lovemaking.
Merry realized that they held a good relationship, that they were on solid grounds and that they were bringing their children up with good values. Yes, she thought, lighting a cigarette, we are the "All-American" family. She laughed to herself at the thought of herself, Richard, Debbie and Richard Jr. standing in front of the American flag while a crowd gathered to salute them. She pushed the image away and was about to wash the forgotten breakfast dishes when the telephone rang.
Merry inhaled deeply on her cigarette and picked up the telephone receiver. "Hello!"
"Hi, Merry... it's Ron... Good morning!"
"Ron! Good morning," Merry answered. She inhaled again on the cigarette and then looked down at herself to see how she looked. Even though Ron couldn't see her, she smoothed out the material of her housecoat "Busy today, Merry?" Ron's voice was soft and pleasant through the receiver, and his question sounded more like a statement. He wanted to see Merry again. It had been months since the last time he had been with her.
"Not too. Why? Do you have time to drop over for a visit? It would be nice to see you again. It's been a long time... and... and I miss you." Merry tried to be casual in her speaking, but she failed and it was evident that she wanted Ron to come over.
"Yes-yes-I do have some time and I would like to come over. Are you sure it will be all right? I mean... what about the children? I don't usually see you in the middle of the day."
Merry assured Ron that there would be no problem. They agreed on the time and Merry hung up the phone. Then she picked it up again and dialed her mother-in-law's phone number. The telephone rang three times before a voice said "Hello!"
"Mom, it's Merry. Could you do me a favor, please? I don't feel very well and I'd like to take some aspirins and get some sleep today. Do you think you could pick the children up from school and keep them there until Richard gets home tonight? He'll pick them up."
Merry's mother-in-law was more than agreeable to picking up the children. She'd just love to have them all day. They'd bake cookies and finish the hand puppets they had started the last time they visited with her.
Merry hung the receiver up again and, taking her coffee with her but putting out the cigarette, hurried through the house... dusting, vacuuming, wiping. Her stomach fluttered while she went through her routine quickly and efficiently. Her thighs quivered and she was aware of a wetness between her legs. She wore no panties and her juices were dripping down the insides of her thighs. Lifting the hem of her housecoat, she wiped between her legs, spreading the lips of her vagina with the material. Merry was aroused and she was tempted again to masturbate. Her horniness had been easier to deal with before Ron's call. Now the anticipation of what would happen with him this afternoon had Merry's body trembling and her cunt oozing.
Merry had met Ron before she had married Richard. They had worked together for the same insurance firm. He was one of the many salesmen and she was one of the many secretaries. They had had lunch together a few times before he finally asked her for a date. Of course, Merry accepted, and on that same first date they had gone to bed together. If ever there was a stud in Merry's life, it was Ron. He was terrific in bed. His organ was long and thick and Merry had never felt a man get as hard... or stay as hard so long.
When Merry met Richard and began dating him, she continued to see Ron. When Merry accepted Richard's proposal of marriage, she realized that she just couldn't stop seeing Ron. She didn't love Ron, but she did love what he did to her sexually. Ron and Merry discussed their relationship and they decided that they would still see each other from time to time. Their sexual togetherness was too good, too perfect to give up. And if Merry ever felt any guilt at this arrangement, it was brief. She didn't believe she was cheating. She called this freedom. Cheating would be taking something from Richard. She did not take from Richard. She loved him, she was always ready for him sexually. Ron... and others like him... were just for her and had nothing to do with anything else.
A clanging noise drew Merry out of her reverie. She was startled and her senses became alert. She dropped the hem of her housecoat... never aware that she had been masturbating with it. She turned quickly towards the cellar from where the sound had come. "Oh no... " she said aloud running towards the door. Merry arrived in the basement to see suds cascading over the sides of the washing machine. The machine was rocking back and forth and making gurgling noises from within. Merry reached for the plug, yanked it quickly from the socket, and the machine came to a halt. No more suds oozed out from under the lid, but there was soapy water all over the machine and all over the floor.
Merry held the plug in her right hand and with her left hand she took off her slippers. The water was collecting in a puddle around her feet and she dropped the electric cord. She looked around for a mop and then remembered that she had left it upstairs in the kitchen. Now she would have to track dirty soapy water upstairs and through the kitchen, all over its just cleaned floor.
"Dammit!"
Merry reached for the rag that was on the shelf above the washing machine. Rag and slippers in hand, she tiptoed back to the stairs and climbed them. At the top step, she dropped her slippers onto the kitchen floor, held the banister with one hand and wiped her feet with the rag in the other hand. She wedged the rag into the banister and eased her feet back into the slippers.
She walked quickly through the kitchen, through the living room and up the second flight of stairs to the master bedroom. As she walked she unzipped the zipper that ran up the front of the pale green housecoat. Merry noticed the wet stain on the hem and talking to herself she said: "The puddle can wait. Probably another toy... one of Richie's. He's jammed the machine before. The puddle in the cellar can wait while I take care of the puddle inside of me."
By the time she got to the foot of the bed she was naked. Housecoat and slippers discarded onto the pale gray shag rug, Merry stood staring at the reflection in the mirror. She looked at her naked body, studying it and judging it. Her breasts were firm and round. They were full and good sized. An inch more and they'd be too big, would maybe even sag. Her stomach was almost flat... just a slight bulge in the middle, but not enough to detract from the graceful sway of her hips and her smooth buttocks. At thirty-two, Merry looked good.
She stood there looking into the mirror across from the bed and held her shoulders back, standing proudly before it. She lifted her right hand to her shoulder and slowly caressed the flesh with her fingers. Then she trailed her fingers down her chest, lightly over one breast and then just as lightly over the other. She scraped a nail across each nipple and with both hands began to caress the rest of her body. First slowly, then faster, and then faster still, she ran her hands over her flesh... touching every intimate spot, pausing to savor each erotic impulse her fingers sent coursing through her.
She was so hot that she thought she'd come just from her own fondling. She stopped, walked over to the bureau and looked closely at the mirror, staring into her own eyes, trying to read something in them. All that reflected back to her were two glassy brown pools of color. Her eyes twinkled, revealing her horniness. Merry lifted her arms and she ran her hands through her hair, loosening it, giving it a wild, free look. She removed her hands and long wavy dark strands of brown hair fell sexily to her shoulders, and she smiled at herself in the mirror.
Merry opened the jewelry box that stood in the center of the bureau. She took out a small plastic bag and withdrew from it half of a marijuana cigarette she had saved for just such an occasion. Then she searched her bureau top for her lighter. Finding the lighter, she put the thin joint between her lips and lit it, drawing the first toke in slowly. She took two more quick tokes, one right after another, holding all the smoke down. As she held the smoke in, she glanced again at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes twinkled more than before, and they showed anticipation of what was to come next. Still watching herself in the mirror, Merry took another long deep toke, drawing as much from the quick-burning pleasure-weed as she could. Even the way she smoked was revealing of her sexual nature. She took the harsh smoke in lovingly, almost caressing the joint with her fingers. When it had burned down to almost nothing, Merry dropped the roach into the ashtray on her night table and sat down on the bed.
For a moment, Merry just sat there, staring off into space... thinking of nothing. A rush hit her, and she smiled as the pleasurable effect of the marijuana coursed through her body. Like honey dripping off a spoon, the pleasure seemed to drip down from her temples, ooze its way down her neck, past her shoulders, coating her breasts, and continuing on down to where her crotch touched the bed beneath her. She became aware that she was pressing her cunt into the bed, forcing the cuntlips to open and squash down against the mattress. Merry ground herself into the bed, aware that she was juicing enough to have already caused a damp spot in the sheets.
She brought both hands to her cunt and just held them there, not moving even a finger. She felt her nipples stiffening, her breasts hardening, and she stretched her shoulders, thrusting her breasts upward. She then inserted two fingers of one hand inside her cunt and moved the other hand to her breasts. The two fingers inside her hole moved slowly back and forth, while the hand on her breasts slid softly from one tit to another. Her whole body ached and Merry couldn't wait any longer for build-up. She shoved the two fingers in and out, roughly, stretching her cunt as she did so. She pinched her nipples, one then the other, pinching them hard, twisting them a little. Her fingers jammed all the way in and then a third finger entered her cunt. Merry humped up and down on her hand, still teasing her nipples. She thrust her head back in complete abandonment and without warning she came, oozing all over her hand. She clenched her vagina shut, squeezing it around her ringers to savor their thickness as she came.
It was only when she became aware of the throbbing in her left nipple that she realized what had happened. She was still pinching that nipple and it began to hurt a little. Merry relaxed her body and withdrew her fingers, lifting her ass from the bed so as to allow them to slip out easily. She sat down again and brought the fingers up near her face. The odor of her sex assailed her nostrils and she looked at the come-coated sticky fingers. Then, imagining that they were a cock, she put the fingers to her mouth and sucked the three of them in, licking her own cuntal juices onto her tongue.
When she had licked her fingers clean, Merry went over to the bureau again, and took another joint out of the plastic bag. She lit it and then placed it to rest in the ashtray. Merry opened the bottom drawer of her night table, and took out a white vibrator. She turned it on to the slow speed and put it between her legs, up against her pubic mound. That area was still sensitive from the rough masturbation she had just experienced, - and from the powerful orgasm that she had had. It took a few seconds for the vibrations to feel pleasurable. And in a few seconds more, Merry was wet again. She placed the vibrator on the bed and reached back into the drawer. Next she took out a black box. She opened the box and in it was a dildo. The dildo was about seven inches long and about three inches thick, made of a kind of rubber that felt like real flesh to the touch. Merry took the dildo out of the box and placed that on the bed, too. Once more she reached into the drawer to take out the final item. This was another dildo, but it was smaller and softer, its shape more defined. Extended from the blunt end of the dildo was a long green wire, and at the end of the wire, a metal box containing batteries. This dildo was also a vibrator. Merry turned it on, and held the head of the dildo in her clenched hand. The sham penis twisted in her hand as if it were alive and Merry squeezed it as though it were a prick about to ejaculate into her hand. She switched it off and placed it on the bed with the other two sex toys.
She picked the joint up from the ashtray to find that it had gone out. Relighting it, she dragged eagerly on it. Merry knew what she was going to do next and she was in a hurry to get to it. She walked to the bedroom closet and slid open the door. Up on the top shelf of the closet was a movie projector and Merry reached for it. She had to stretch her five-foot-five-inch frame up in order to reach the camera, but got it down and set it up on her husband's night table. Then she went back to the closet for the folding screen and set that up in the corner of the room, at a good angle to the bed. All the while she was doing this, she continued to smoke the joint, and by the time the camera and screen were set up, Merry was ripped out of her mind. She was stoned. Stoned and horny.
Merry's thoughts ran together. Mental images of things, places, people ran through her mind. It was as if her mind was a computer, screening its memory banks for just the right image to feed her randiness. Her eyes danced across the room, looking at everything in it, scanning it carefully. She stood there, in the middle of the room, her legs spread apart, her arms at her sides. A rush hit her and the room seemed to spin. She took a step forward and she felt like an astronaut walking through space. The floor didn't seem to be under her any more. Reality was changing and the room took on bright vivid colors which swirled before her. She stood still again and everything came back into focus. Somehow she had managed to float over to Richard's bureau. She opened the top drawer, in search of something, but she wasn't sure what. Her hands touched something soft and she lifted the softness out of 'the drawer. It was a pair of Richard's briefs. She looked at them, and pictured her husband's cock. She smiled, caressing the briefs. Richard has a nice cock, she thought. She flexed her cuntal muscles as the image tingled her sensors. A drop of juice slipped from between the tightly closed cuntlips. Merry tossed the briefs to the bed and they landed on top of the white vibrator.
Merry closed the drawer and opened the one beneath it. She reached in her hand and came out with two reels of film. After reading the labels on the reels, Merry made her selection, returned the other reel to the drawer and closed it. Quickly she loaded the movie projector and made sure that the drapes blocked the light from outside. The room became dark and Merry forgot that it was daylight out there, forgot that there was anything at all outside. All there was for Merry at that moment was her sex drive. That first orgasm had only been an appetizer for what she was about to do.
Merry masturbated often, as often as she could. Sometimes she masturbated quickly in the bathroom, or on the living room couch while watching a soap opera. Sometimes she did it at night, quietly lying next to Richard. Those were the times when Merry masturbated because she needed to relax, or to fulfill a desire left by a too quick quickie with Richard. But today she was masturbating for a different reason. This was something she did only once in awhile. To Merry this was not masturbation, this was raw sex-raw and consuming. This was to treat her body to complete sexual fulfillment, the way she wanted it fulfilled, controlled completely by her own desires, and her own needs.
Merry's grass-fogged brain and the darkness in the room confused her momentarily, and she gripped the top of the bureau, as if to hold on for balance. Her sexual excitement heightened the effect of the drug and her body surged with energy. Her mind concentrated on her lust and she all but salivated as she tried to make her way through the darkness to the bed. She felt her way across the room, touching every shadow along the way. Her imagination turned out one sexual image after another, her body responding with total excitement. Her hands automatically moved to her breasts, stroking them once before sliding all over her smooth skinned body. She touched her clit, pulled on her pubic hair, massaged her anal opening with one finger causing the brown hole to pucker in hopeful anticipation.
Blackness overswept her for the moment and she felt as if she were floating in the air, turning upside down in the process. Even the shadows disappeared. Then she settled, and she realized that the total blackness was caused by the fact that she had tightly closed her eyes. She opened them now and saw that, somehow, she had reached the bed and was sprawled on top of it. She lay there spread-eagled, both hands massaging her box.
She was stroking, caressing and teasing her hole. She inserted a finger, pulled it out and rubbed her clit with her discharge. The clit became swollen and rigid, sensitive to touch, and she put her hand over it, comforting it. Her ass lifted off the bed and her cunt crammed into the palm of her hand. She gripped it roughly, grinding it viciously into her hand. "Ooooh, ooooh, Jesus," she panted.
Merry sat up quickly and reached over to the projector, fingers reaching out to find the switch. Finding it, she flicked it quickly, eyes seeking out the screen. The film began almost immediately, and the sudden light from the camera caused Merry to flinch and shield her eyes protectively. When she was able to see again, she realized that the camera needed more adjustment and she had to sit up in order to adjust the position of the image on the screen.
Any annoyance at this momentary intrusion on her sex play was quickly forgotten when Merry's eyes were able to focus clearly on what was happening on the screen. She was looking at a man jerking off the biggest damn cock she had ever seen. That's why she loved this film the best and watched it often. The star of this film possessed a thirteen-inch endowment, thick enough to stretch any woman's cunt-or mouth. The sight of it caused Merry's mouth to fall open as she fantasized about sucking that cock; deep-throating it, and swallowing the ton of jizm that it could shoot down her throat. Two of her fingers inserted themselves into her vagina. Her build-up began.
The images on the screen moved and blurred and Merry squinted through passion-heavy lids to make out what was going on. Flashing before her was an orgy... an orgy of young beautiful teenage bodies, sucking, fucking, licking, grinding, and coming. Coming, coming, coming, and coming. Merry moaned audibly and reached for the white vibrator. Greedily she grabbed at it, switched it on and shoved it up her cunt. Her other hand masturbated her clit and she came immediately.
"Christ, oh Christ. I'm coming," she shouted. "Oh, fuck, fuck, I can just feel that big fuckin' wang inside of me." She talked aloud, talked to the porn flick stud as if he were really there in the room with her. As if he was fucking her. She arched up, the vibrator burying itself deeper into her.
The film emptied out of the reel and the camera came to an automatic stop. Merry never noticed that the film was over or that the room had plunged into total darkness again. Merry was completely lost in her sexual fantasies-completely overtaken by them.
Mindlessly, she reached over for the smaller vibrator. She pulled the white vibrator out of her cunt and quickly replaced it with the smaller one. She shoved the rubber novelty in and out, in and out, still feeling the residual pleasure of-her last orgasm. Then she pulled it out and flipped her body over on the bed so that she was lying on her stomach. She got on all fours, dog fashion, and inserted the white vibrator back into her cunt. She was so wet that it slipped out a few times and she finally had to hold it in until she could lie down flat again. The vibrator was held in place by the pressure of her body against the bed. She ground her pelvis into the mattress, then reached down and turned on the vibrator. It purred inside her, tickling her, bringing on a new orgasm.
But before that orgasm could happen, Merry shoved the smaller dildo into her asshole and quickly turned the switch on. Now she felt as if she were being fucked in both holes. Her legs kicked, and her arms flailed. She gripped the bed with both hands, nails ripping at the sheets, as the orgasm finally ripped out of her. She swirled in a sea of brilliant colors, reality totally lost now.
She came and she came and she came. Over and over. Moaning, panting, groaning, she gave herself to the pleasure. And when that pleasure seemed to be subsiding, she fed it with more fuel so that it would build again.
She reached for Richard's shorts and for the rubber cock. Clawing at them savagely, trying to make her hands work quickly and efficiently, she managed to get the cock inside the shorts, its head sticking out from the fly of the white cotton briefs. Merry covered the rubber head with her mouth and licked her tongue around it. Her eyes shut tightly again and the rubber cock turned into a real one. It belonged to whatever man happened into her thoughts. She began to suck the cock, it was so completely real to her now. She felt it throb. The vibrators in her holes sent shudders through her and she sucked hungrily, earnestly on the cock.
"Yes... yes... yes!" she mumbled around the fake penis. "Nhhh, now, oh now!" Merry could never have believed that she could come so intensely. Orgasms poured out of her in thick oozing fluid. Over and over, more than she could keep count of. And yet, an eternity later, when the orgasms subsided, when reality slowly slipped back into her mind, Merry was not satisfied. She wanted more. There was that final peak of pleasure yet to be reached. She removed the vibrators, turned around and sat up. Her head turned from side to side, her eyes trying desperately to focus on something... anything that she could use to add to her pleasure.
A strange sound suddenly jolted her. She stared and held her breath in her lungs. The sound happened again and Merry realized that it was the telephone.
She didn't want to answer it and she struggled with conflicting thoughts for a moment. She didn't want to be stopped just now, but maybe it was something important. She thought of the children, of Richard, of her aging parents. Someone might need her, need her help. Begrudgingly, she reached for the phone and brought the receiver to her ear.
"Hello!"
"Hello! I'm calling about the ad in the paper for an apartment for rent," a distinguished man's voice said through the receiver.
Merry hesitated a moment. This was it! This was what she needed. That something extra she needed... a man, a real man. The hesitation was her thinking about how to handle this blessed wrong number. Should she tell him?
"If you are thinking about renting the apartment, you'll have to tell me something about yourself," she said-without warning even to herself. "How many people do you want the apartment for?"
The man told her that it was just for himself, that he was a bachelor and was relocating because of a job transfer. He told her that he could furnish references from former landlords, and that he had good credit credentials.
Merry told him that since she lived alone, she'd have to have more information about him... "After all, a woman has to protect herself." She kept her voice light, with a flirting tone to it.
"Well, now just what is it that you want to know, honey?" he asked in a coy voice, picking up her direction.
"Uh, are you... are you a big man? What do you look like?" She cradled the phone with her neck and her hands played with her nipples. She flicked them back and forth and pinched them gently with her fingers. Then she cupped a breast in each hand and pushed the tits up towards her mouth. She bent her head down towards them, her tongue sticking far out of her mouth-stretching to reach the rigid brown waiting tips. Her tongue barely touched one nipple and she shuddered violently. Holding the tit as close to her mouth as she could, she continued to flit her tongue at the bud as her free hand went to insert one of the vibrators back into her cunt.
"Oh, I'm big," the man said. Tm very big. I'm so big that I might even scare you a bit with my size."
"More, tell me more," Merry whispered into the phone. She turned the vibrator on and almost swooned from the pleasure. She had to tell him, she just had to let him know what she was doing. "I'm playing with myself... I'm masturbating." She blurted the words out quickly so that she wouldn't have time to change her mind. She just had to have his participation.
"Is it my cock you want to know about?" he asked. "Cause if it is, I'll tell you all about it. I'll take it out and fondle it while I'm telling you. I'll jerk-off with you."
"Yes! Oh yes! Do that... please, please do that." She turned the speed of the vibrator up to FAST, and the room began to spin.
"Do what? Tell me... you gotta tell me." His voice was hoarse now and it was evident that he had already pulled out his organ and that he was pumping away at it Merry was glad to play his game. She had it now. This was going to be great. "Take out your prick. Take it out and play with it. Take it out and make it spurt come-hot... thick... white creamy come."
"Oooh, Lady! You are something else. Oh, babe, is it out and is it gonna spurt come!"
"Mmmmm... mmmm... more, please... more." Merry was begging now, she was reaching higher and higher, her ass off the bed and her hand pushing the vibrator all the way into her. She gyrated around it. Her body twisting and twisting, her hands roughly massaging her tits. She kneaded the flesh and her head began to roll on the pillow. The phone slipped away, but she quickly retrieved it.
"Okay, honey. I'll give you more. Do you know I'm black? You're white... I can tell by your voice. Have you ever had a black cock?"
Merry's senses sharpened. No, she never had a black cock. Christ, what more could she ask for? This was a fantasy come to life. Her excitement was obvious and she said in a throaty whisper: "No! No, I never did."
"Well, woman, this one is ebony and it is biiigg... and oh sooo thick. My hand is pulling the skin back and forth and the head is pulsing. When I come, babe, the white juice is gonna spurt halfway 'cross the room. But you just imagine that it is flowing into your pussy. You pretend that I'm just filling you up with it."
Merry didn't need to be told that. She had already pictured herself fucking him... sucking him, rolling passionately all over the goddamn bed with him. "Oh, come on. Please come, and please tell me when you are coming. I have to know. I want to come with you." But Merry couldn't wait. Slowly she began to go over the edge. Merry began to come.
"In a second, I'm gonna come so... oon. Think about me inside of you. Think about me filling you, stretching you, my blackness contrasting with your whiteness. Oh jeezus, th... ink about... it."
"I... I'm... I'm gon... na come, Oooh! I am coming... Oh, oh, oh, ohohoho! I'M COMMMmmmmm-mmmming!" Merry became her orgasm.
"That's it, man. Oh, motherfucker, that is it. I'm shooting, babe. I'm coming in thick white gobs... just for you, woman. Take it, take it all, you cunt!"
Merry couldn't hear his last words. She was still coming. She had reached that final peak. The peak of orgasm that takes you into oblivion. And when she reached it, she screamed her pleasure to him, and she took the phone and tried to shove it into her cunt. She pulled out the vibrator and tossed it wildly away. She put the phone to her hole and her legs went up in the air. She was fucking him, she was fucking this big black man and her legs went up to grasp him to her. The phone was his cock and she gave her body to it, coming all over it.
Several minutes later, Merry lay quiet. She was drained. She lifted the receiver to her ear again and listened.
"Woman, would I like to meet you! Do you have an apartment for rent?"
"No... no, I don't have an apartment for rent. You dialed the wrong number. And, no, you can't meet me. That would ruin it. I want to keep the fantasy intact... it was too good." She told him this honestly. It was what she felt and she was composed enough now to be rational.
"I guess you're right," he answered her. "You are right about it all, except for one thing."
"What's that?" Merry asked.
"I did not dial the wrong number. You are definitely an all right number... a very right chick." Then he hung up.
Merry dropped the phone on the bed, lay back and shut her eyes. Ron would be there soon and she just had to rest for him. She didn't know if she could ever come again in her life, but she smiled when she thought of how she would have so much fun trying.
She began to drift off to sleep, wondering again about the man on the phone. She wondered if he even existed at all. Maybe she had only thought the phone rang, had imagined it all.
Her hands went to her pussy and her fingers gingerly brushed at her slit. It was still spread open and come juice trickled out onto her fingertips. She squeezed her vaginal muscles shut and then released them quickly. Her body trembled, the final bit of sensation squeezed out of it Fantasy or reality-no matter which, Merry was content. Her belly heaved slightly, she smiled and shuddered once more as she fell into a relaxed sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
"Coming! I'm coming."
Merry ran to answer the doorbell. She was having second thoughts about seeing Ron this afternoon, but it too late to change plans. That must be Ron at the door now, she thought as she ran down the stairs to the living room.
After her involved and satiating masturbation, Merry had fallen into a deep sleep. Ron was due at four o'clock, and if it hadn't been for the children next door, returning noisily from school at three-fifteen, Merry might not have awoken till much later that evening. The children's delight at being free from the classroom caused them to bubble with high-pitched laughter and playful screaming to one another. Their sound filtered up to Merry's bedroom, and even through the closed window it reached her and nudged sleep away from her.
She awoke with a start, disoriented. She sat up quickly and looked around. The room was still dark and Merry peered through the grayness, trying to gather her thoughts. She reached over to the night table, groped for the lamp, and finding it, she turned it on. Its light filled the room and Merry saw the projector, still containing the porn flick she had masturbated to. Her mind played back the image of the well-hung, overhung stud, and her quim quivered at the memory. A smile spread across her face and she stretched, shedding off the last remnants of her nap.
Reaching behind her, Merry took both pillows and propped them up against the bed's headboard. Then she turned back around and smoothed the sheet over her body so that it covered her up to the waist. Her naked breasts hung firm and loose and she glanced down at them. She squeezed them both once, and then rested her arms at her sides and her head against the pillows.
She was very aware of her body. She felt good... she felt serene. She had a good body, she thought, but not thinking in terms of its attractiveness. By good, she meant how it felt, what it needed, what it could do. She liked being female and she was proud of her cunt, her clitoris, and her silky pubic hair, as any man would be of his cock-his manhood.
How silly, she thought, that some men saw women's liberation as a threat of castration. Why would women want a man's cock, when cunts were so delightful? True, there were some women who were very militant-too militant-but those women had a different kind of fight, a more bitter and more personal fight, and it had nothing really to do with women's liberation. It was a fight that they used the movement as an excuse for. Most women were more sensible about their goals the "new" female. Most women didn't object to being sex objects. And contrary to what we are led to believe, most women like sex-love sex, in fact.
God, how ridiculous to think that women wanted to take any man's cock from him. If they did, most of them wanted it up their slit, buried to the balls inside of them. The only thing they wanted was for their male partner to be aware that they liked it too... as Merry liked it. And Merry really liked sex.
She slithered her shoulders up against the pillows and thrust her head back. Shutting her eyes tightly, she smiled sensuously as she felt her back muscles stretch. She yawned, hunched her shoulders backwards, and stretched her legs out until they hurt, her toes curling in protest. "Mmmmm, that feels good, real good," she sighed. Merry relaxed then, resting lazily on the bed. Her stretching had caused the sheet to fall away from I her body and she lay there in the dim light, completely exposed, feeling very feline. The effects of the marijuana had trickled away during her sleep, and Merry was fully awake now. A ; glance at the alarm clock on the night table told her that it was almost 3:30 p.m. and that she only had a half hour to get ready for Ron. She wished that she hadn't masturbated or that Ron wasn't coming. He was coming to fuck her in thirty minutes and she was completely spent. Merry spread her legs and with both hands, she massaged her mound. Her fingers gingerly touched the lips of her vagina and the lips responded with a painful quiver. "Oooow," she moaned at the sensation. The lips were dry and so was the inside of her cunt. It felt sore and Merry withdrew her hands and closed her legs tightly together. She had a foggy memory of shoving the telephone receiver inside her hole and when the memory became more vivid, Merry winced and pushed it from her mind.
"Christ, I'd damn well better get up," Merry muttered to herself as she forced her body up and off the bed. Within five minutes, the room was back in order, projector and film put away, bed made, sex toys back in their hiding place, every inch of the room looking as if Merry never even entered it after that first time earlier in the morning. And, ten more minutes later, Merry had been in and out of the shower and was brushing her long dark hair, reapplying her makeup, and trying to decide what to wear for Ron. That's when Merry first heard the doorbell ringing.
"Damn it, why can't Ron ever be late? Just once you'd think he'd be late. No, I gotta have a lover who likes to come on time." She giggled at her double-entendre as she dropped the brush on the bathroom sink, ran back into the bedroom and quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and an old worn-thin tee-shirt. The doorbell decided what Merry would wear-the first thing she could grab from the closet.
And now, running down the carpeted stairs, barefooted, Merry was regretting Ron's visit. She had nothing to give him, she was exhausted, and she really just felt like curling up in a comfortable chair by the window with some magazines she had been meaning to find time to read.
The doorbell rang again and Merry called out, "Coming! I'm coming. Just a sec-" She reached the door and peered out through the peephole. It was Ron and Merry opened the door.
"What took you so long? I was getting nervous standing out there on your front steps. I felt like every neighbor for miles around had come to their windows just to stare at me." As he spoke, Ron smiled at Merry and appraised her from head to toe.
"Come in, silly. I was in the bathroom and you were just reacting to your own dirty little thoughts." Merry reached out and took Ron's arm and pulled him gently into the room, closing the door behind him.
They stood and looked at each other for a moment and then Merry put her arms around Ron's waist and kissed him affectionately on the lips, standing on tip-toe to do so. Ron pressed his tall body against Merry's more fragile frame and his cock twitched inside his pants. Merry felt the movement and her cuntlips tremored. She felt a very distinct tiny drop of wetness ooze down inside her vagina. She pulled away from Ron and took him by the hand, leading him into the living room.
Merry sat on the sofa and motioned for Ron to sit next to her. "Come, tell me where it's been at for you since I saw you last. I'm so glad to see you, Ron." Merry's words were genuine. Now that she saw Ron, she really was happy to see him. He was a good friend, after all-not just a good lover. The affection she felt for him warmed her and she cuddled back into the softness of the sofa cushions.
Ron sat next to her, leaning his body towards hers. He towered over her and it made him feel strong. His glassy blue eyes twinkled into her cool brown ones, and a sexy smile danced across his thin lips. "Well," he said, "I got that promotion... and the raise to go with it... and I got a good buy on some new stereo equipment... and outside of dating a few new chicks, nothing else has happened."
"It seems to have been enough, Ron." Merry spoke the words softly, her eyes all the time fixated by his piercing gaze at her. "You really look terrific." Merry felt like a young teenager out on a date with the school's football hero. Her insides began to feel gooey.
"Talking about looking terrific," Ron answered, aware that Merry was becoming sexually aroused, "you are the one who looks terrific. You cut your hair?"
"Only a little, I'm surprised you noticed."
"Merry, I notice everything about you. I'm very attuned to you, you know."
Merry giggled and a slight blush played across her cheeks. "You don't say? Well, seer, what are my thoughts right now?" She laughed again and her dark tresses fell across her face. She pulled her knees up, feet on the sofa; she wrapped her arms around her legs and looked up at Ron.
He was smiling sheepishly at her, his blue eyes mocking her, and his head cocked towards her in the manner of a father catching his daughter in some sort of prank. "Oh, come now, Merry," he said, "you deserve a spanking for what you're thinking. Shame, shame, Merry. Do you have a hairbrush handy?"
"Oh, Ron!" Merry said, but the thought of him spanking her with the hairbrush titillated her and some more wetness oozed down inside her slit. She clenched her cunt muscles and blushed even redder.
Ron placed one hand on Merry's knee and let his fingers trail up and down its curve. Merry's legs started to spread in reflex, but she caught herself and shut them quickly. She sat up and tugged at her tee-shirt. Her breasts were hard with her new arousal and her nipples stood out stiffly, poking at the material of the tee-shirt, exposing her stimulation to Ron. He was turning her mind on, her body being subtly persuaded.
"Would you like a drink? Some lunch, coffee... a joint?" Merry asked Ron, at the same time shrinking away from him on the sofa.
He reached his hand up to her breast and cupped one of the mounds in his palm. He massaged the orb slowly and the material of the shirt rubbed against her nipple. Her pants were soaked now and she wished that she had put panties on. There was going to be a very big wet stain right in the crotch of her jeans. She pulled away from his caress and stood up.
"I need a drink," Merry said, walking towards the bar. "You? Or the joint? I don't think you want lunch, after all."
"Oh, but eating is just what I had in mind," Ron teased her some more. He was getting off on her mood. She was being coy for whatever feminine reason she had. Maybe she just got over her period, or maybe it's due, or maybe she's high, or maybe-and most probably-she was just being female. What the hell, Ron thought So she wants to play hard to get. I can dig it. He laughed aloud, stood up and walked towards the bar, too. He decided that he was going to play her game and seduce the already wet pants off of her.
Merry stood behind the bar clinking a stirrer around in the drink that she'd just mixed. "What are you laughing at, Ron?" She didn't look at him when she spoke, but kept her head down and began to mix a second drink.
"You, I'm laughing at you. You think you're going to get away from me today. Uh-uh, sweetie." Ron stood across the bar from Merry, staring intently at her.
Sensing him watching her, Merry said, "I'm not trying to get away from you... I don't know... I guess I'm just not very horny today. It has nothing to do with you, Ron... Really!... Jesus, Ron, are you always horny? Aren't there times when you just don't feel like doing it?"
The smile left Ron's face and his brow wrinkled. He said, in a hurt voice: "Sometimes I don't. It's okay, Merry. We can talk... or whatever." Ron had thought Merry was just playing some sort of sexual game, but now he began to think that she really wasn't interested in sex at all, and he did take it personally, no matter what Merry said to him.
"Oh, Ron... don't feel like that," Merry apologized when she saw the hurt look on Ron's face. "Ron, I-" The telephone rang. Ron and Merry looked at each other, startled for the moment. Then Merry picked up the receiver and said, "Hello!"
"Hi, babe, what's happening?" It was Richard, Merry's husband.
"Oh! Hi honey. Nothing's happening. I'm just reading some old magazines."
Merry shot a quick glance in Ron's direction, wishing he hadn't heard her lying to Richard. Ron sat on one of the barstools and picked up his drink. As he put the drink to his lips, he smiled a soft smile at Merry, winked, and blew her a kiss. Merry looked nervous.
"That's nice," Richard answered with the same response he would have made to anything Merry could have told him. "Listen, hon," he continued, "I'm going to be working late tonight. I'm sorry. Have you started dinner yet?"
"No, I haven't. Oh, and the kids are at your mother's... I didn't feel well today, so they're over there. Could you pick them up tonight?... and could you call your mother, too?"
"Sure," Richard said, sounding concerned now. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, really. I guess maybe a cold coming on... or my allergies... or maybe I just need to get some rest. Please don't worry." She shot another look at Ron who winked back at her. Merry still looked nervous.
"Okay, you rest and I'll take care of getting the kids. I'll call my mother, and I'll call you when I'm ready to come home. Okay? You can reach me at -the office, if you need to."
Ron was licking his lips and grinning at Merry as she spoke to Richard. He was teasing her, trying to make her relax, and he was teasing her because he still wanted to seduce her. Merry kept watching Ron, her knuckles growing white as her hand tightly clenched the telephone receiver. Gradually, though, she did begin to relax, becoming more interested in Ron than in what Richard was saying.
"Mmmmm, that's fine, hon," Merry said into the receiver. She had already dismissed Richard from her mind. A drop of wetness oozed from deep inside her and her cuntlips spasmed. "Goodbye, have a good day, I love you."
"I love you, too. See you tonight," Richard said and hung up the telephone.
In his office, Richard pushed his chair back from his desk and looked down at the pretty seventeen-year-old blonde kneeling between his legs. "Ooooo, and I love you, too, babe! Go to it, honey."
The pretty receptionist looked up at her boss. She looked like a naive little girl, but the saliva oozing down her chin, and her hand clenched around Richard's quite rigid cock, betrayed that look. "Does this mean that I'm working late tonight, sir?" she asked coyly.
Richard finished cradling the telephone receiver and then, with both his hands on her head, he pushed the receptionist's mouth back down onto his prick. "You bet your sweet ass you are. And speaking of your ass...
Merry felt a tinge of guilt as she placed the telephone receiver back in its cradle. But the guilt passed the moment she felt Ron's arms slip around her waist and his body press against hers. She felt his cock nestle in the crack of her ass, the heat from his organ penetrating her jeans, causing a stream of discharge to flow from her cunt. She squirmed as the wetness spread across the material of her jeans and her quim tightened, gripping at the pleasure it felt.
. "I want you, Merry," Ron said. He licked his tongue along the back of her ear and bit gently at her earlobe. "I really want you. You've got me so damn hot."
"Mmmmmm. I think I want to do it now. You're turning me on." She shuddered as his tongue penetrated her ear and licked hot laps around it. "Ooo, Ron!" Her legs felt weak and she oozed back against him.
He kissed Merry's shoulder, his blond curly hair tickling at the side of her face and further teasing her ear. With both hands he massaged her shoulders, his fingers creeping slowly down her chest. He was very hot now. This wasn't a game anymore-he had to fuck Merry. He wanted her now. His prick was painfully stiff, and he humped it back and forth against Merry's ass, his mind blanking out everything except his need to fuck her.
"Merry, please let's do it now. Come on, I can't wait. I want you right now!"
"Yes... yes," she whispered. Her breathing became heavy, her legs spread apart and she thrust her ass back onto Ron's prick. Her body became limp and she almost fainted at the sensation caused by Ron's hands on her breast.
He massaged them roughly, his passion becoming uncontrollable. "Let me touch you, please." Ron continued to massage one tit as his other hand jutted down between Merry's thighs. He grasped her mound and pressed his palm against it. He could feel her wetness and he moaned. Ron's cock twitched, leaking drops of liquid out of its tip, wetting his briefs.
"Ron, let's he down," Merry pleaded.
Tugging at her shirt, trying to pull it off without letting go of her, he answered, "Okay, right here-right here on the floor."
Merry didn't want to wait either, but she wanted to be comfortable. Somehow Ron had turned her on when she thought there was nothing left to turn on. She was about to set a new record for orgasms achieved in one day. She forced herself out of Ron's grip, and turned to face him.
"Take it easy. My goodness, Ron, you'd think we were two teenagers about to fuck for the first time. You've got me all hot and wet-very wet. Now you gotta pay up. Come make love to me... long and hard-no quickie on the floor. I want it all."
"Oh, baby... I'm ready," Ron answered quickly.
Merry took the telephone receiver out of its cradle and placed it on the bar. She looked at Ron, smiling, her brown eyes glazed with lust, and she said teasingly, "Yes, I can see that. You're quite ready. Take it out, I want to see it. I want to see your prick standing stiffly out of the fly of your pants."
Ron unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Its head was wet and glistening from pre-seminal fluid, his shaft thick and hard.
"Oh, sweet mother, that is one beautiful cock, Ron," Merry said. She licked her lips sensuously and wrinkled her nose at him. "I'm gonna eat it up."
"Yeah, do that." Ron put his hand around his cock and offered the stiff rod to Merry.
She put her hands to the bottom of her tee-shirt and slowly, staring deep into Ron's eyes as she did so, pulled the garment up over her breasts. She let the soft material tickle at her own flesh, hardening her deep rose-colored nipples and raising her passion to a feverish pitch. When the shirt was off, she held it in her hand and dropped her arms to her sides. She stood there staring at Ron, letting him soak in the sight of her naked tits, and teasing him with the body she'd been keeping from him.
Merry licked her lips again. She licked them slowly, her tongue circling them in the same manner it would soon be circling the head of Ron's throbbing organ. And as she licked them, a wicked smile spread across her mouth. She knelt then, the smile mocking him now. She was still teasing him. Still holding him off, making him hungrier for her. She had gained control of the situation and she enjoyed seeing the passion that she knew was for her. She wanted him to need her body. And she wanted him to be man enough to take her.
"Merry, if you don't suck my cock now, I'm gonna come on the floor." Ron was almost pleading. His legs were weakening and fire spread through his loins. Without thinking about what he was doing, he grabbed Merry's head with one hand and pulled it towards his cock. With his other hand, he held his very hot prick and tried to force it into Merry's mouth.
She laughed and pulled away.
"Merry, please," Ron urged. His hand grabbed into her hair and he yanked her head back toward his organ. His shirt was wet with perspiration and it stuck to his back and to his chest. "Merry, don't tease me any more," he begged her again.
"Oh, Ron. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you... I was just playing a little. I know what you want... You want me to lick my tongue around your prick, suck your big cock into my mouth. Right, Ron? Isn't that what you want?"
Ron knew it was okay now. Now she would suck his cock. "Yes," he answered. "Yes, Merry. Take it in your mouth and suck it. Suck my prick, Merry."
Before he could say anything more, Merry opened her mouth and completely engulfed his organ. She sucked it, she licked it, and then she sucked it some more. Merry sucked hard on his male flesh, drawing the whole shaft into her mouth until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat.
"Oooohhh. You do that sooooo good, girl. Do it! I could come right now." As he said that, his prick quivered and throbbed in Merry's gaping mouth.
"No! Not yet!" Merry said, pulling her mouth from Ron's about-to-explode rod. "I want to do it right, I said. Hold on." She stood up and turned back to the bar. She picked up her cigarettes from the top of the bar, took one from the pack and put it to her lips. She fumbled for the pack of matches that was wedged inside the pocket of her tight jeans.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ron asked, bewildered. He stood there looking at Merry, his prick softening in his hand.
She had gotten the matches out of her pocket and was lighting her cigarette. She smiled that wicked smile at him again. "I'm' having a cigarette. You're too hot. You'll come too fast... so cool down a little."
"Cool down? Are you crazy?" Ron was confused and he looked at Merry, searching her face for some sort of clue as to what she was up to.
"Yes. Cool down." Merry dragged at her cigarette, her breasts rising as she inhaled deeply.
"Merry!"
"Okay. You win. Come on, let's go inside before you burst." She smiled warmly at him now. She didn't want to play any more games. It was time to get down to the horny business of coming. Drink in one hand, cigarettes in the other, she walked over to the couch and sat down.
Ron followed her. He stood at her side, his hands busy at unbuckling his belt, as he watched her. He waited while she placed her drink and cigarettes on the table next to the couch and then lay down. And he watched as she lifted her hips in order to slide her jeans down over them. She met his intent gaze and she inched the pants down her body, exposing her cunt to him finally. He had completely undressed while she did this for him, and his cock was fat and hard again. It jutted out over her body, directly above her cunt.
"Merry, you're driving me crazy today." He bent slightly and putting one hand on her mound, he continued. "So crazy that I don't know what to do first." He inserted one finger inside her hole and moved it around in small circles.
Merry squirmed on his finger. "Mmmmm, I like that," she cooed. Her eyes closed, she lifted her ass off the couch, causing his finger to penetrate deeper into her. Her discharges slipped along his finger and -out of her hole into the palm of his hand.
"What was that you said, Merry?" Ron asked her. "What was that you said about-cooling down? You are so wet-and so open."
She laughed and answered him sheepishly. "I didn't say I was going to cool down. Did I?" Merry reached behind her and put her cigarette out in the ashtray on the end table. She took another sip from her drink and then placed the glass down. The finger in her vagina felt good and she closed her eyes again and slid her body down on the couch till she was lying flat on her back. Her legs spread as far as they could until their movement was restrained by her pants. The jeans had remained down around her thighs, pulled taut by her spread legs.
Ron withdrew his finger and knelt down next to Merry. He bent his head towards her crotch and held his mouth just above her damp pubic hair. "This looks delicious," he said.
"Then eat it," she answered.
He kissed the area just above the hairline. Letting the tip of his tongue run evasively across her skin, he teased her flesh with it. He licked downwards toward her clit and stopped just before reaching it. He licked the flesh around the hard bud until Merry's hands forced his head closer to her melting snatch.
"Ron, please, lick it. Lick my cunt all over." Merry was the one out of control now. Her clit was rigid and stood up between the lips of her drenched pussy. It stood waiting for Ron to suck it into his mouth.
He didn't tease her. He wanted it in his mouth as much as she did. His cock hit against the side of the couch and the rough fabric of the slipcover sent a titillating sensation through his body. His tongue jabbed at the hard nub of her womanhood. He licked it, beat it with his tongue and then sucked on it. At the same time he did this, he continued to rub his body against the couch.
"Make me come. I want to come while you eat me. Can I?" Merry pleaded.
"Yes. Go ahead. I love when you come from my eating you," he answered. Then Ron licked down between her cuntlips until the tip of his tongue found her hole. The hole was opened wide and trembled in anticipation. He stuck his tongue far out of his mouth and into that waiting hole.
"Oh God, yes!" Merry screamed. She lifted her body up and banged her box against his face. "Oh, that is wild," she called out to him from her revelry.
Ron stiffened his tongue and poked it in and out of the puddle of her cunt. In and out, in and out, harder and harder, until Merry was clawing at his head, her nails digging into his scalp.
"Give me your cock. Ron, please give me your cock... in my mouth. I want to suck you when I'm coming. Ron, give it to me." Merry's voice was reduced to a desperate whisper. She was about to come, but she needed just a little more stimulation. Her orgasm was building up, filling her belly, but she needed something else to allow it to burst forth from within her. She begged again, "Ron, give me your prick now!" Ron had been completely lost in his passion. He lifted his head from between her thighs and looked at her. His brain was fogged and it took him a few moments to understand what Merry was saying. Then he stood up, took hold of his cock with one hand and began to jerk off over her body. "Take your pants off and I'll get on top of you," he told her.
As Merry yanked at her jeans and pulled them from her body, Ron continued to pull the skin of his organ up and down. He jerked at it rapidly, stopping to squeeze the head on the downstrokes. When Merry had tossed the pants on the floor, Ron climbed on the couch over her body. His prick hovered just above her mouth as he positioned himself in a sixty-nine position on her. Her mouth opened to take him in and he lowered his groin to her face, at the same time burying his head once again between her thighs.
Merry spread her legs to give him free access to her pussy. When she felt his tongue touch the opening of her box, she swallowed his prick right down to its base.
They sucked and licked each other. Her hands pulled on his ass, shoving his rod as far into her mouth as it could go. His hands massaged the insides of her thighs. Their bodies squirmed together on the couch and they were pressed tightly against each other. They moved as one, clinging to each other in a primitive embrace.
Merry felt her orgasm about to let go inside her and she swirled her tongue rapidly around Ron's shaft She kissed his hard maleness and she bit gently at it Then she sucked him in again. Her head swayed back and forth and she sucked greedily. She sucked faster and faster and she licked her tongue in hot circles around his cock as she sucked. Her orgasm getting closer and closer to its breaking point she dug her heels into the couch, giving herself more leverage. Her legs became stiff and she pushed even harder up against him.
Sensing her peak, Ron lunged his tongue all the way inside her. He kept it rigid and shoved deeply into her hole. He grabbed at her thighs, and slid his hands under her buttocks, and then moved them towards her ass to pull the cheeks apart.
That was all Merry needed. "NOW! Ron, now. I'm coming now... Oh, that's it. Eat me, Ron. EAT me! I'm commmmminnnnngggggg!"
Ron didn't want to come. He wanted to hold back and come inside her while they fucked. But when Merry started to come, her juices coating his tongue, Ron's joint swelled and swelled until it burst forth a gush of thick hot sperm. He licked her hole, sucking in every drop of her come, his cock emptying itself down her throat. He squeezed his fingers into her ass and ate out her cunt, lapping and lapping as if her cunt was the only oasis for miles of desert and her liquid a kind of life-giving nectar. He was aware of her sucking him, milking him, and his cock felt as though it were getting bigger and bigger until he became his cock. For Ron, at the moment of pure ecstasy, nothing else existed except his giant cock and the lava that flowed from it into Merry's willing mouth.
"I'm commminnnnggg! Ohhhh! Commmmmmmmm-mmmming!" Merry screamed her pleasure to him once more before she succumbed to her orgasm. When her climax reached its peak, Merry took his full shaft into her mouth and sucked hard on it. She sucked it all the way down her throat until she began to gag. She paused, caught her breath, then sucked some more. Her nails clawed at his ass cheeks, leaving bright red marks along his white flesh. She humped her cunt against his mouth, rubbing her clit into his face with each frenetic movement. She came in a flood of hot oozing fluid, her body stiffening itself, her muscles contracting to push out the orgasm.
"It's wonderful. It's sooo hot, so good!" Ron's words were muffled inside her exploding box. "Take it all down. Take it!"
She felt his sperm splatter against her tongue, ooze down her throat, and sear a path to her belly. She drank it down greedily, swallowing each thick blob of his come, continuously sucking for more. When she felt him pouring his being down her throat, her orgasm peaked and then began all over again. She didn't stop sucking for a minute. The more he came the more she did. Her mouth overflowed with his come. White drops of it slid out of her mouth and down her chin, dripping along her neck and onto the couch pillow beneath her head. There was sperm in her hair, smeared on her cheek, and trickles of it went into her ear. She loved it.
Moments later they lay exhausted on the couch, Ron's body limp on top of Merry's. She nudged him to move, and he tried to raise his body only to fall heavily on her again. She squirmed and he tried again, this time with more success. He lifted his body and moved awkwardly to his feet, dripping the last drops of his orgasm onto her face.
She smeared the sperm into her cheeks and massaged it into her neck. Merry's eyes were closed and she smiled sinisterly. Two tears ran down her cheeks and she began to laugh, her body rocking gently. Her breasts flopped back and forth and her legs remained spread apart, one knee bent up and leaning against the back of the sofa.
"Christ, are you a sight... a very lewd sight," Ron said, gazing down at her sweaty, come-dampened body.
"Huh?" Merry still didn't open her eyes.
"I guess you're in no shape to fuck now." Ron had sat down on the carpet and his back was to Merry. "Cool down, hah!" He couldn't resist one more tease.
Finally opening her eyes, Merry looked at the back of his head. She put one hand on it, her fingers playing with his blond curls and tickling at his earlobe. She laughed aloud and it was a warm laugh now. "I'll tell you what," she said, pulling at his hair with her fingers, "if you can get it up again, we'll fuck. Okay?"
"You're on-and it's up!" he answered.
"Sure it is."
"Really. I'm still hard as a rock. Look!" he said shaking his cock at her.
Merry sat up and looked over his shoulder and down at his organ. It was hard and the veins bulged thickly around it. "Ron, you are still hard. I thought I sucked it off and swallowed it."
"I never get enough of you. Don't you know that yet?" he flattered her.
"No, I don't know that," she answered. "Prove it to me."
"How?"
"Fuck me! Fuck me... Ron, that's how."
Merry lay completely flat on the couch again and waited for Ron to mount her. She watched him stand up and turn towards her. His cock was sticking out and it swayed as he turned. His balls jiggled together and she grabbed them into the palm of one hand and kneaded them with her fingers. Her middle finger extended under his body, the nail grazing his asshole. He leaned forward and she raised her head to meet him, her tongue striking out to lick the tiny hole at the tip of his prick. There was a tiny bubble of come there and she licked it up and swallowed it, causing Ron to shudder and pull away from her mouth. Merry lay down again and raised her arms to him.
"Ron, fuck me real hard."
He mounted her and placed his poker between her thighs. She arched up and cock and cunt met each other to join, Ron sliding easily into her. With him buried to the balls inside of her, she locked her legs around his waist, and rocked underneath him, holding him tight against her.-Ron shoved his prick into her and oozed it out again. He shoved it back again and oozed it out once more. She rocked and he shoved. She rocked some more and he shoved deeper. Ron banged her, his cock swelling again. She welcomed him, another orgasm about to explode from her snatch.
"Oh, Merry. Merrrrrryyyyyy! Am I gonna fuck you!"
"Do it! Do it! Ron, you fuck me and fuck me and fuck me."
Merry felt him inside of her and realized that with all the coming she .bad done that day, except for the quickie with Richard, this was the first time a real cock had entered her. She loved the hot piece of flesh that was inside her.
"Your cunt is so hot. So hot." Ron spoke the words more to himself than to Merry. He was going to come again and he was surprised. When he told her that he could keep going, he hadn't really believed it himself. But another load was gathering in his balls and it was about to boil over.
"I'm hot for you, Ron."
That was the last thing Merry said before she felt him coming inside her. He came in a steady stream, filling her and searing the flesh of her vagina. His heat penetrated her body and ignited her own fires. She came intensely, painfully. The kind of pain that feels good. Fucking pleasure pain!
They came together, ripping at each other's body. They clawed each other's flesh and pushed their orgasms out from inside them. They used each other, abused each other, and enjoyed each other. And they fucked, totally abandoned, disassociated from everything except their mutual orgasms.
"Ugnh... coming. I'm coming."
"Again. It's happening again. Ohhhhhh!"
"More, do it more... harder."
"Uhnnnnnnn! I'mmmmmm... " They came for a long time, locked tightly together.
CHAPTER FOUR
"More coffee?"
"No... uh-uh." Richard spoke to Merry from behind the newspaper he was reading. He reached for his coffee cup and then his hand and the cup disappeared behind the newspaper. "Mmmm... maybe I will have another cup."
Merry looked exasperated. She walked to the stove, her pink sheer nightgown wrapping around her legs as she turned and retrieved the coffee pot she had just placed on one of the burners.
"Can I have some money? I'm going to meet Stacy in the city this afternoon. Your mother can take the kids again... Okay?" Merry spoke to the newspaper in front of Richard's face as she poured hot steaming coffee into the cup he held out to her.
"How much do you need?" He put the paper down and looked at Merry. "Stacy!" he said. "Isn't she that pretty one... the one you met through that political thing you joined?"
Merry was glad that he had finally emerged from the sports section. "Yes, she is."
"I don't know if I like the idea of you going out with her. She strikes me as the kind of woman who messes around a lot." Richard cocked his head in Merry's direction and grinned at her.
"Richard, if I want to mess around, I certainly don't need Stacy's help. I'm quite capable of messing around-as you put it-on my own." Merry put one hand on her hip and held the coffee pot in the other hand. She wrinkled her nose and winked suggestively at him. Turning back to the stove, she added, "And besides, when did my messing around ever bother you?"
They were only kidding with each other, but the vibes between them began to tremor. Richard's face took on a more serious expression and Merry kept her back to him, busying herself at wiping the stove clean.
"How much messing around do you do?" Richard asked, really wanting to know the answer.
They had an open marriage, which to them, so far, had meant that they swapped fairly frequently, and, on occasion, one or the other would go off on their own trip, to do a thing, with another partner. But they had agreed to be open about those affairs... to tell each other every little detail... and to only do it with the other's full knowledge and approval. Richard suspected that Merry had something going which he knew nothing about, and that bothered him very much... Yet, there was that sweet little blonde receptionist-the best blowjob-giver he knew--and there was that client's wife... and the brunette from Merry's art class.
"Oh, you know me, I just fuck all day long," Merry answered Richard. She thought of Ron, and was tempted to tell Richard about him, but she wasn't ready yet. She didn't think that Richard would be upset-except for the fact that she had kept it a secret-but she was afraid that the great sexual satisfaction she got with Ron would be over if Richard knew. She turned around and looked at her husband, a smile automatically coming to her lips. "Oh, Richard... I love you."
They both laughed then, realizing that they were aware of each other's "secret affairs," but both had the good sense and the love not to say anything. They accepted and they understood.
"Okay," Richard said, "and since I love you, too, you can have fifty dollars for your shopping spree with that sexy broad. Is that enough?"
"Plenty. Thanks." She took the money Richard had pulled from his wallet and bent over to kiss him on the forehead. "I'm going to tell Stacy you called her a sexy broad."
"Hey, that's a good idea." Richard was delighted. "Then maybe she'll want to mess around with me."
"Richard... go shave!" Merry said, hitting him playfully on the head with the bills he'd given her. "You're going to be late for work."
"Sure, you just want to get rid of me so you can get to messing around." He stood up and pushed the chair out from under him. Richard kissed his wife on the cheek and a tremor of arousal pecked at him. He thought about a quickie, but then remembered his 10:00 a.m. appointment and rushed off to shave.
Merry was just finishing the breakfast dishes when Richard returned to the kitchen, briefcase under his arm. He opened the door that led from the kitchen to the garage attached to their home.
"I'm going to go. Have fun today and buy something sexy to wear."
Merry wiped her hands on the terrycloth towel she had draped over her shoulder, and went to kiss Richard good-bye. Her nightgown wasn't sheer enough to see clearly through, but the darkness of her nipples were visible and Richard could see that they were stiff. His cock throbbed and he began to get a hard-on. Merry got closer to him and he caressed her breast, his organ poking at his blue trousers.
Her hand touched the growing bulge, gripped his penis through the material, and squeezed him there. His hand felt good on her breast and she thrust the tit flush against his palm.
"It seems that this nightie is sexy enough for you. Now stop that unless you really want me to be so horny that I'll just have to... mess around."
He moved his hand from her breast and cupped her chin, holding it up to him so that he could kiss her tenderly on the lips. Her mouth opened to him and their tongues swirled together. They kissed softly for a few moments and then looked into each other's eyes. Richard kissed Merry on the nose and then gave her tit one more squeeze.
"Enjoy yourself. I'm going to work before I end up fucking you and miss my appointment. Then I'll be fucked. I love you." Richard kissed Merry again and then left for the office.
When he was gone, Merry pulled off the bright pink ribbon that had been holding her hair back, behind her ears. She shook her head a couple of times and then ran both hands through the dark strands, causing them to fall loosely around her face. She stretched and her nightgown slid up her body. She relaxed and pulled the gown back into place, her hands titillating her flesh as she did so. She touched her breasts and squeezed her thighs together, the wetness between her legs increasing from her arousal.
Someone was knocking at the front door and Merry jumped at the intruding sound. It must be Richard, she thought. He must have forgotten something and realized it after he had pulled the car out of the garage. He had only left a few minutes ago. Confident that it was Richard knocking, Merry went to the living room and opened the door without asking who it was or looking through the peephole. It was that confidence that made her say: "Well, decided to fuck first, after all."
It wasn't Richard.
"Oh!" Looking into the sexy green eyes of the next-door neighbor's son, Tom, and feeling very foolish, Merry continued, "I thought you were my husband. He only left a moment... " The tall slender boy looked up at Merry, squinting his eyes to block out the sun's rays. He was only nineteen, but built better than any man Merry knew. His flesh was taut on its frame and tight muscles rippled along his forearms. His skin was pale and the sunlight made it seem milk-white. Black hair exploded wildly from his head in a much too long Afro. She had spoken with Tom many times, and each time that she had, she felt a strong desire to fuck with him. The desire frightened her. It was something more than a sexual desire. Tom aroused something else in her... something she didn't know about herself, something that she was sure she didn't want to know about herself.
"Maybe I should come back later," Tom said, turning to leave..
"No, it's okay." Merry was embarrassed for her hesitation, afraid that he knew she had been thinking of him that way... thinking of sucking his cock. She felt a chill. A breeze caused her nightgown to cling snugly to her, outlining her breasts and catching between her legs. Merry closed her arms protectively across the front of her. "What did you want?"
"Just to give you this mail that came to our house by mistake." He smiled and held the two white envelopes out to her. His gaze was clearly focused on her breasts.
Merry took the two white envelopes from the boy, and as she looked to see who they were from, she fantasized about unzipping Tom's fly, pulling out his prick and sucking him off-all while he just stood there.
"Want to come in, for a minute?"
He looked up at her, and she saw that his eyes were glassy, the lower lids red. He was high on something. A nervous flutter passed through her. His intent gaze moved to her breasts and she felt her nipples throb painfully. He grinned, looking from her breasts to her eyes and then back to her breasts again.
"You sure you want me to come in?"
"Yes."
"Sure? You're almost... naked."
"Come in, Tom."
He brushed past Merry, his arm grazing the tips of her hard nipples, went into the foyer, down the two steps to the living room and walked directly over to the stereo.
Merry" followed him in, closing the door quietly behind her. She clenched her vaginal muscles tightly and took a deep breath. A warm pleasurable sensation started where the muscles pulled the tightest and spread upward towards her womb and then filled her belly. She let her breath out slowly and her cuntlips fluttered, a drop of wetness slipping out from between them.
"Wanna do a jay?" Tom asked as he looked through the record albums in the cabinet that held the stereo on top of it. "Got some real good stuff."
"No, I don't think so. You go ahead while I go get a robe." Merry went up the stairs quickly, leaving Tom alone in the living room-He selected a Stones album, put it on the turntable, flipped the switch, and the music blared out through the speakers. Tom rocked to the noise and let it fill his head. When he had the sound locked into his mind, he sauntered over to the sofa and took a thin, tightly rolled joint from his shirt pocket. Sitting down, he licked the sides of the weed and inspected both ends of it. When he had chosen the right tip, he placed the joint between his lips and lit if from the lighter on the coffee table. He inhaled the smoke and held it in his lungs for a long time. His chest stuck out and his head flung backwards. He closed his eyes and moved his body to the rhythm of the music. He was pretending he was Jagger and the smoke he had inhaled escaped while he mouthed the words to his idol's song.
"That stuff must be good. You look like you're lost somewhere," Merry said, returning with a long white robe tied tightly around her body, pink wisps of nylon showing through as she walked towards Tom. "You're gonna make me try it, I'm gonna love it, and it's gonna cost me Right?"
"Right!" Tom's eyes were open again and Merry replaced his fantasy.
She took the jay from Tom and inhaled deeply on it, took two more hits and passed the roach back to Tom. They did that for a few minutes, she standing there and he sitting on the sofa, arms spread across the back of it, and looking at Merry... staring into her nervous brown eyes.
"This is great. What is it?" Merry's voice penetrated the very thick silence that had been filling the living room, broken only by an occasional awareness of the hard rock music. Her voice floated through the air until Tom was able to hear it. He nodded at her and then went back to concentrating on staring into her eyes.
"Tom! What is it?"
"What is what?" he asked, smiling.
"This stuff! It's good. What is it?"
"Yeah! Good stuff... isn't it?"
"Tom!" Merry was laughing, giggling, in fact, and she bent towards the boy, reaching her hand out to shake him. "Tom!" Merry was now laughing uncontrollably. She laughed so hard that she lost her balance and fell forward, her knees hitting the floor, her lower body slumped against the couch, her breasts resting on Tom's knees. She laughed harder, tears streaming down her face.
"See... told you it was good. This is rare stuff... you may never see it again... and no seeds."
"How much?"
"Did you ever see red grass before? This is red... look! Pretty, isn't it?" He held up the plastic bag of reddish marijuana that he kept in his shirt pocket "How much?"
"Ninety dollars a zee... 'cause it's so rare."
"That's a fuckin' lot of money, Tom. I don't... "
"Then don't buy it." His hands rested on her shoulders and he looked deeply into her eyes, seeing beyond them. "You aren't obligated... to anything... but you will be passing up a... "
"I'll take an ounce."
His fingers dug into her shoulders, his knuckles whitened, and his clear emerald green eyes took on a yellow hue. Merry's body slid slowly down, her tongue dried, and she stared, trancelike, at him.
"I'll pay you before you leave."
"When am I leaving?"
"Not for awhile, Tom... not for awhile!"
Merry watched as her hands undid the zipper of Tom's torn and faded jeans. Her cunt was very wet, her heart pounded in her chest and her hands were pulling down his zipper. She watched, fascinated, her hands working automatically, without her willing them to, watching, hardly breathing, from the cloud of smoke she was riding high on.
"I've never had anything like this."
"This is special... the best you can get... you're going to be wanting more... a lot more."
Tom closed his eyes again. He was flying, soaring, a pleasurable sea of sensations washing over him.
Merry was sucking Tom's cock.
He didn't feel Merry's wet mouth on his shaft, or the warmth she was spreading along it. He thought he was talking about grass. He looked down at her head and watched it bob up and down on his erection. He watched her tongue lick up and down his long, thin organ, and glide around the ridge beneath the head. He watched her and listened to the slurping sounds. Merry was going down on him. It wasn't fantasy. Merry was giving him head. Far-fucking-out, he thought.
Merry watched the open fly of his jeans come close and retreat again. Over and over, she felt the bristle of his black pubic hairs tickle at her nose when the fly came closer. Merry watched and then she felt. She felt the taste of his salty flesh on her tongue. And she smelled... she smelled the odor of his crotch. She watched his belly heave. I'm sucking his cock! she thought.
Tom came in her mouth.
Christ, she thought. Christ he's coming, he's coming. She swallowed and swallowed and came from the mere pleasure of swallowing this beautiful boy's generous stream of sex fluid.
His body went limp-except for his prick which remained rigid in Merry's now motionless mouth-and he rested, his head coming forward, his arms still outstretched across the back of the couch.
"It was the grass," Merry said, not looking at him and feeling very embarrassed. She was crumpled at his feet, come trickling out of the corners of her mouth.
"It wasn't the grass," Tom said... looking very evil. "It wasn't the grass... it was you... you doing what you wanted to do... wanted to do for a long time, Merry... but you needed the grass to give you an excuse for it."
"You going to tell anyone?... Richard?"
"No!" He lit a second joint and passed it to Merry.
"Good. I don't want anyone to know, especially Richard." She waved the joint away. She didn't want anymore.
"Why?" Tom kept watching Merry, and when she looked up for a brief moment, their eyes met and Tom's glare hypnotized her. He offered the joint again and Merry took it, taking it eagerly. She felt cold and fear gnawed at the edges of her awareness.
"Because you're so young, a boy. Tom, you're a virgin... practically."
"Virgin?" Tom laughed loudly, satanically, and his laughter rang throughout the room.
From somewhere near them, the Stones raged on... singing something about needing someone to cream on. Tom stopped laughing and looked at Merry again, this time coming as close to her ear as he could reach, and whispered to her: "Virgin! You've made a mistake... and a very big one."
He took the roach and placed it between his two fingers. His fingernails were polished a bright red. Merry's mouth dropped open and she looked shocked. She felt a wave of fear run coldly up her spine and it made her neck hairs prickle her flesh. Her ears were hot, and she tried to get up. A wave of nausea overtook her and she slumped back down in front of him.
Tom stood up, his arms reaching for her. He was trying to help her to her feet. But when he stood up, from where Merry lay crumpled on the floor, he looked like some menacing giant, his cock looming threateningly above her. She tried to rise again but felt too heady. The rug rose up in front of her and then her chin scraped along the stretch of bright orange wool. He scooped one hand under her waist and lifted her up, pulling her backwards over his leg and up onto the sofa, across his lap. In his other hand he held the remains of the resin-drenched roach. He put it to Merry's lips and traced his tongue around her earlobe. Merry sucked greedily at the last of the acrid smoke. She completely blanked out, everything from her mind... everything but the stabbing of his tongue into her ear.
"Lie on the couch, Merry. Lie on the couch. But first... but first, take your robe off... your robe and that silly pink thing under it."
"No! No... Tom. I don't want to... Really I don't."
"Yes you do!"
"No... please. I don't." She tried to get up again. Merry was genuinely frightened now. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be in command... she the older woman taking on a young boy. "Tom... don't do this. Please let me go."
"I'm not holding you Merry." Tom was still whispering, his voice a sinister whisper. "You invited me in. Remember? You said... 'Come in, Tom!'"
"I didn't mean... "
"Yes, you did, Merry. You really did mean come in... into your pussy. Now lie down on the couch as soon as you get naked."
He was going to rape her. Her mind reeled. She made one more attempt to regain her dignity, to put a stop to a fantasy gone wild. "Tom, I think that you better just leave now. We just won't mention this happened, and you go now."
He slapped her hard across the face. "Get naked, dammit. Get those fucking things off now."
Tears brimmed over her lower eyelids and Merry fought to remain calm. She fumbled at the tie around her waist, her long pink fingernails digging at the knot. I'm being raped, she screamed to herself. He's going to rape me. Two hands, her own, tugged impatiently at the terrycloth band. She was confused. The grass... damned grass. She pulled the robe off her body and let it fall freely to the floor. She wondered how she had gotten to her feet... when... and why was she taking her nightgown off. He was raping her, but she was undressing willingly for him.
Completely naked, she turned to look at him. He wasn't there. There was no one on the sofa. Her brow wrinkled and her eyes squinted. The music suddenly got louder and Merry swirled around quickly in time to see Tom walking back towards her from the stereo. He was unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and tugging at his jeans with the other.
She watched him undress, arousal beginning anew in her loins. Her flesh felt as if it were on fire and hot juices flowed copiously from her box. She felt desire to the point that her body felt as if it was growing. Growing to where it would explode. She was expanding from her own sexual heat. Her voice caught in her throat, a scream strangled before it could escape.
He stood before her, his arms at his sides, his tall and lean naked body appearing pale and white to her. It seemed as though he was standing in a pale yellow spotlight. His cock pointed straight out in front of him and Merry gasped at his eight-inch, very hard prick. She stared at it as it got harder, the veins pulsing wildly around the shaft. A tiny drop of fluid gathered in the prickhole and bubbled out, dropping softly to the floor. Merry gasped again and she rocked with an unexpected orgasm. Just looking at that demon cock, she came.
He moved towards her and she stepped backwards. His fingertips trailed along her waist and she stepped back again. The sofa was there and she toppled backwards onto it, her legs spreading open as she fell. Both of them were ripped from the rare marijuana they had smoked. Each was gripped by its magical sexual power... and each unable to control what they were doing.
The music jetted from the stereo and fell heavily onto their naked bodies, urging them together. Tom seemed to move through the air as he came to mount her. He tumbled onto Merry, his prick stabbing into her sopping cunt. The music bombarded them...
something about dancing... something about the devil. Another scream tried to escape from her brain, but Tom's mouth covered hers and the scream died again. His heat melted everything inside her.
Tom fucked mindlessly into her, his cold, demoniacally cold, green eyes glazed over with lust. She clawed his back as he humped her savagely, rocking and kicking her legs at him. He pierced himself in and out of her, his cock swelling inside her red slit. His black bristly pubic hair tangled with her browner and silkier strands, and they fucked. They attacked each other with lashing tongues and hot breaths, and... they fucked.
Tom became Jagger again. His fantasies blended together with the music, his body fused with Merry's. His private fantasy came back and the grass allowed him to act it out. His thighs pressed heavily onto hers, pinning her to the sofa. She humped her cunt up to him and smashed her clitoris against the hard flesh just above the base of his cock. She wanted him and he was going to give her a fucking she would always remember. He was the best... the greatest! His hands were opened wide, palms down on the sofa cushions, one on each side of Merry's thrashing body. Putting all his strength in his forearms, their muscles bulging and shimmering, he raised his chest off Merry, lifting himself so that only his thighs and his cock came in contact with her. His eyes shut tightly and a grimace overtook his face. The veins in his neck bulged thick and blue under his ghostly pale white skin. Sweat dripped down from his temples and fell onto her smooth stomach. He fucked her hard, slapping his groin against her pubic mound, his hair scratching at her clit just before he smashed himself down into her hole.
Tom fucked the hell out of Merry. He jabbed all the way into her, penetrating her more deeply than she had ever been penetrated before. His cock was like a hot rod inside her. He dicked her viciously and the heat seared through her insides, another scream welling within her. He dicked her savagely now, faster and faster and faster. His mind reeled, his orgasm began, jetting up his shaft, swelling the head, causing it to explode with thick white gobs of come. His spunk poured out of him and the music stunned his brain. He shook all over as fire surged out of his prick and into Merry's open, wet, receptive slit.
His come filled her, and flooded out, splashing against his fucking cock. It squished between them as they ground their pelvises together. Tom looked down between their bodies, down to where he could watch himself going in and out of her wet quim, seeing her cunthair matted from his jism.
"I'm creaming in you... on you... all over you," he grunted. The sight of his precious thick come spurting generously from his hard young cock spurred him on to fuck even harder into Merry. "Take it cunt, take it all."
The scream finally managed to find its way out of Merry's bowels, but it had been squeezed into something else. The fear was gone now and she screamed her pleasures as he lanced fiendishly away at her quaking, orgasming cunt.
"Fuck me!" She screamed out her passions, her agonies, and her raw lust. "Fuck me! Rape me! Yes, rape me. Come on, you bastard, do it. RAPE MEeeee!" Tears flowed from her eyes and she grunted, groaned, and twisted frantically beneath him.
He fucked her harder, faster, cruelly. A wicked smile danced across his lips and his eyes fluttered open. Unblinking, he stared at her, his eyes captivating her and making her face her desires.
"I'm coming!" He hissed the words at Tier, feeling his sinister triumph. "I'm coming!"
"Come! Yes, come... come in me... fill me with your hot burning come." Merry stared back at him, defiantly, rotating her hips under him, all the time pushing her cunt as close to his body as she could, daring him to push ever further into her. "Come in me... please, I want you to."
Feeling the hot fluid penetrating her, she arched her body up at him, her legs going straight up in the air. She put her hands on his ass, and pushed, shoved, and beat on his asscheeks, trying to get him still further into her. She began to cry; to sob.
And then Merry began to come, and come, and come, andcomeandcomeandcome. She felt as though she was trapped in some inferno, the heat from his body searing her flesh, causing it to stick to his. "Oooooh. I'm coming. Oh... ooooo." Her voice peaked and then faded. Her body had reached its breaking point and she felt drained of every emotion. "OH!"
She looked up at his contorted face. He looked like some wild beast pouncing on her. Her cunt opened wider and wider trying to swallow him. He was taking her body for his own pleasures, using her to jerk his cock off, in a wild primitive acting-out of what was, necessary for his survival. And, she responded to the animalism of his act with her own primeval instincts.
"Fuck me! Rape me!"
She came, her juices almost ejaculating from inside her, jetting out of her, thickly slushing with Tom's come. She shoved one of her hands between them and with two fingers scooped up some of the milky fluid and brought the hand up to her mouth. She lapped up their combined juices, sucking the fingers into her mouth as if they were a prick being offered to her.
Their orgasms peaked together and subsided as if the two orgasms were really one. Tom lay heavily on her, his sweaty body forcing hers into the cushions of the couch. He laughed again, causing his cock to move back and forth inside her contracting hole. There was an evilness to the laugh, but Merry wasn't frightened anymore. What she had feared was herself. Under Tom, she became a sex-crazed woman in search of the ultimate fuck-the wildest, fuck that there was and with the most masculine beast of her most wished-for fantasy. The fires of hell danced around her body and she burned with even more desire.
She squirmed her cunt against the base of his cock, the juices making slurping sounds as they were stirred within her. She stared up at him, wild-eyed, her mouth hanging open, saliva spilling over her bottom lip. She pushed her hands at his shoulders, trying to push him off her.
"Get up. Please get up. I want to suck your cock. I want to lick it dry."
Frantically she pushed at him, wanting to get her mouth on his cock. Her tongue was parched and her face was flushed pink. Dark strands of hair stuck to her cheeks and mouth, and she tried to push them away with her tongue. When she couldn't, she clawed the hair away from her face with her nails and resumed trying to lift Tom from her.
"Give me your cock. Oh, please. Give me your cock."
Merry was sobbing, her need had consumed her and she wept hot salty tears. They streamed down her face and she gulped in air, trying to catch her breath, to stop crying.
He watched her face as it reacted to her needs for him. He enjoyed her pleasure and he enjoyed her pain. He wanted her to suffer, to ache for him. He was giving her something great and he wanted her to appreciate it.
Her words seeped into his brain and Tom responded by lifting his body off of hers. He sat spread-eagled at the foot of the sofa and held his cock out to her.
Merry crawled, on all fours, towards Tom. She was drawn by his iron-hard rod, standing straight up from between his legs. Cold, rubber like blobs of sperm stuck to its shaft. She reached him, her knees resting against the side of his asscheek, her breasts flattening on top of his right thigh. Her mouth engulfed his cock in one movement and she sucked it in until the head hit the back of her throat, gagging her. She relaxed her mouth and took in a deep breath, then tightened her lips around his shaft and sucked in again. She took his entire eight inches in and milked it with her mouth. When she was soothed enough by the feel of his organ deep in her gullet, she released her grip on him and lifted her mouth off his hard on.
She looked closely at the hard, come-filled cock that was everything she wanted. She licked it, slurping noisily at it. She swirled her tongue around the head and sucked at the fluttering pee-hole. She sucked on it, then licked it, then sucked, then licked. She took just the tip into her mouth and bit gently into it. She ran slow, teasing licks under the rim of the head and then suddenly swallowed the whole organ.
Tom felt a burning sensation in his pelvis. He felt as if he had to pee. His last orgasm hadn't completely faded and the sensual ripples coursing through his penis into his bowels made him feel hot then cold then hot again. He felt the hardness of his cock going down her throat and he knew he was going to come again.
Merry sucked greedily on the rod. With her right hand, she fondled his balls, squeezing them, kneading them. She shoved one finger under him and poked it at his asshole, her fingernail stabbing the sensitive puckering hole. Her other hand shoved between her legs and she was madly jerking herself off. She had four of her fingers deep inside her, the thumb remaining outside to manipulate her hard, quivering clit.
The sight of her on her hands and knees, eating his cock, finger-fucking herself, drove Tom crazy with the lust for another orgasm. He humped himself in and out of her mouth, lifting his ass off of the couch to get as close to her lips as he could. The fingernail scratched his asshole and sent erotic shivers through his buttocks and caused his cock to twitch violently. The burning sensation spread to the rest of his body and he gritted his teeth and fucked his cock down her throat.
Jagger's voice screamed into his ear and white flashes from fantasy spotlights danced in front of him. Come was bubbling up his shaft and he braced himself for the shattering explosion of his climax. His legs tensed and his cock stilled in her mouth. His prick swelled and his sperm spurted out with a force that made Tom's body jerk spasmodically.
She tasted his come on her tongue and sucked his cock with the same eagerness as a suckling animal. Her fingers shoved into her box, reaching to shatter her own orgasm. She lifted her mouth from Tom's cock and watched the come that was spurting out of it. Her mouth opened over his prick, and she caught drops of the juice as it shot up at her. She placed her cheek on the head, feeling the warm sperm smear her skin. Her left hand still masturbating her cunt, she grabbed his coming organ with her right hand, his come oozing through her fingers as she aimed his spattering prick at her tits.
He came and came, in long thick spurts of white cream. His body began to relax and with each new spurt he sucked in a quick breath. His body felt heavy and he sank back against the sofa, his head bowed in exhaustion. His cock throbbed, spurting the last of his orgasm, and he twitched, his head jerking back up. Merry was rubbing his spunk into her breasts and her stomach, shoving it into her cunt with her fingers. He watched as she did this, laughing, her sweat-glistening breasts flopping up and down in front of him. Tom felt embarrassed suddenly.
Merry didn't even notice when Tom got up from the sofa. He kept his back to her while he dressed. He was eager to leave, feeling now very much like the boy he really was. Tom arranged his clothing properly on himself as he moved towards the stereo. Somewhere in his belly there was a cry trying to get loose. As the arm moved into place over the record he had selected, Tom took a deep breath, hunched his shoulders up, and turned towards Merry. He looked at her now, his sinister smile returning, Jagger's voice once again soothing Tom's fears. He sauntered towards her, moving his body to the rhythm of the music.
Merry still knelt on the couch where Tom had left her, her legs opened, come oozing from her snatch, dripping from her nipples, and drying in the corners of her mouth.
"I'll pick the money up tonight... when I drop your ounce off."
When she didn't respond, he gratefully left the house.
Come-coated and bewildered, Merry sat down and then flopped backwards, sprawling on her back atop the cushions. She lay there, one arm covering her breasts, one hand on her cunt. Slipping one of her fingers between her cuntlips, she played with the drops of his come-and hers-that had collected there. She smiled and the smile widened into a grin and a sinister laugh escaped her lips. She listened to the record Tom had selected, her fingers masturbating her cunt. Her left hand massaged the front of her body, rubbing the drying sperm into her flesh. She caressed her tits, running her palms over the hard nipples. Her fingers moved rapidly around her clit, flattening the bud into her body. She moved her hips back and forth, aiding her hand in its attempt to bring her off again.
A few yards away from Merry's front door, Tom was entering his house. The image of Merry coming, his sperm splattering against her tits, followed him home. His prick throbbed and he caressed the tender organ through his jeans.
Merry was groaning with pleasure, sitting up so that her cunt pushed down on her hand. She came again and the orgasm was hot as it flowed out of her cunt and drenched the palm of her hand. She came for a long time, just missing the cap of the orgasm. Wildly, she swirled her body on her hand and shoved her fist between her legs, trying to fit it into her cunt. Merry heard the front door of Tom's house slam shut and she came again, going over the edge finally, the orgasm shuddering violently through her body. She stiffened, squatted over her hand and pushed down on it. Managing to get all five fingers inside herself, she grunted like a wounded animal. The words coming from the stereo speakers told her that she had just fucked a star, and she lay panting and gasping on the sofa, finally sated.
CHAPTER FIVE
Merry unbuttoned her tan raincoat and sat back against the leather seat of the cab, thankful for the relaxing ride ahead of her. Pulling off her scarf, she told the driver where she was going, then shook her head, allowing her hair to untangle.
"Wanna take the tunnel?" The cabdriver peered through the rearview mirror at Merry. He was a man in his fifties, unshaven and very tired looking.
"No... the bridge." Merry smoothed the material of her chocolate brown slacks and crossed her legs.
"Make faster time with the tunnel."
"No! The bridge. The tunnel is considerably out of my way."
"The bridge is jammed... It's always jammed."
"With the tunnel, I'll have to ride clear across town. The bridge, please!" Merry was getting annoyed.
"Take it from me, lady, I've been driving a cab for... "
"Look, the bridge, okay." Merry considered getting another cab rather than putting up with this driver, but one look at the rain hitting against the cab windows, and she changed her mind. Cabs were always scarce when it rained.
The driver grunted and shifted in his seat. He sat up close to the steering wheel and his hands clenched the hard plastic, his foot pressing more heavily on the gas pedal. The cab picked up speed and the disgruntled cabdriver headed it for the bridge.
Resting her head against the back of the seat, Merry closed her eyes and let the sound of the rain lull her. She liked rain; had ever since she was a kid. It was the reason she never carried an umbrella. The feel of raindrops splashing against her face felt good, she thought... cleansing. Then, thinking about her shopping trip, she tried to remember what she wanted to buy. Debbie needed jeans and Richie, Jr. needed a warm sweater. Richard could use some shorts, but maybe she would treat herself to a pair of shoes, or some linen-they always needed linen.
The cab made a sharp turn. Merry looked out through the front window and saw that they were approaching the bridge-it was empty. Merry looked at the cabbie, but he kept his eyes on the road.
The yellow taxi sailed over the pavement, swaying slightly. They were going faster than they should have been in such weather and Merry felt a twinge of anxiety. She thought of Richard and decided that she was definitely going to buy him a shirt. She remembered how he looked that morning at the breakfast table, unshaven, his hair tousled, a sleepy horny man. The image made her smile and she wished she was with him then, both of them together in their bed.
When they were first married, they would spend rainy days in bed, making love most of the time. Richard would wheel the portable television into the bedroom and they wouldn't get up except to go to the bathroom or to get something to eat. That was a long time ago, long before the responsibilities of children came along. When they were practically children themselves.
The cab turned abruptly and Merry's shoulder dug into the cushioning at the side of the car, her head hitting the metal doorframe. Regaining her balance, she looked out the window again. They were stopping in front of the hotel that Stacy was staying at during her business trip to New York.
"Already?" Merry said, in a sarcastic voice.
The cabdriver put his hand out for the fare, never looking at Merry. "I still think we would've made faster time with the tunnel."
"Boy, you don't give up, do you?" She paid the amount on the meter and tipped him begrudgingly.
He counted the money, muttering under his breath. "All these years I'm driving and... " She got out, slammed the cab door shut and hurried into the hotel, not really caring about all those years. Why hadn't he ever quit, she wondered.
There were three restaurants in the hotel and she searched for the one Stacy had said she'd meet her in. Merry wiped her face dry with her scarf and then put the wet silk material into her raincoat pocket. She found the right restaurant, and stood on tiptoe in order to see over the red plastic booths. Stacy was there already, sitting at a table, sipping a drink and reading a magazine.
Merry's friend hadn't changed much since high school. Her face showed some signs of having matured, but not too much, and she still looked pink and female. Soft yellow-brown hair framed her face and hung loosely, curling upwards just under her ears. Stacy was pretty, wholesome-looking, and wore very little makeup; just pale blue eyeshadow.
"Hi! Am I late? You look terrific," Merry said, sliding into the seat across from Stacy.
"No, you aren't late. And thank you."
Merry took Stacy's hand and squeezed it affectionately. A warm smile passed between the two women, expressing the friendship that they had shared for so many years. As girls, back in high school, they had been best friends. They had shared all the deep dark secrets that young teenage girls had to share, plus clothes, boyfriends, homework assignments-and their bodies. Before either of them had breasts, they had their first orgasms together, and then many many more after that. Graduation came, and there was a tearful parting in Stacy's bedroom. She left for Ohio, to attend college, and Merry remained in New York to find a job, and a wonderful man to marry.
Years later when Stacy graduated college, with honors, she had her choice of several top executive positions, even before it was fashionable to hire women for such elite spots. She was still with the same company she had chosen then, and was one of their best assets. This trip to New York was one of the many she had to make throughout the year, and each time that she came back to the city, she'd meet Merry and they'd spend the whole day together.
Of all the women Stacy ever made love to, Merry was the best. The influence of those first sexual times together had always stayed with her. The remembrance of Merry's soft hands caressing her body, her innocent squeals of joy as she orgasmed for the first time while Stacy fingerfucked her, and the pleasant smell of Merry's cologne assailing Stacy's nostrils was what caused Stacy to prefer women to men. Stacy had tried many times during those early years of sexual experimenting to make it with men, but they never satisfied her emotional needs or her sexual desires. She liked them enough and found that working with men, even competing with them, wasn't a problem. She had many men who were very close, intimate friends, but none who were steady lovers.
By the time Stacy turned twenty-two, she had accepted herself as a Lesbian. Knowing that didn't upset her; there was no guilt, no fear... just regret that she had spent so many years trying something else and losing those early innocent years of lovemaking. And the fact that she still liked men enabled her to bed with one- or two-when it was necessary for business reasons.
"Are you ready to order yet?" the waitress asked.
Stacy pointed to something on the menu. "The Chef's Salad is good here. Want to try that?"
"No," Merry answered. "The Chef's Salad is always the same everywhere." Merry looked up at the waitress and said, "I'll have a shrimp cocktail and a glass of red wine."
Stacy smiled at Merry and shook her head in mock exasperation.
"So, they don't go together. That's what I want."
"Well, I'll have the Chef's Salad and coffee, please." Stacy lit a cigarette, and offered one to Merry. "Oh, and bring the coffee now, please."
The waitress wrote down their orders and shuffled away, bored by them, by her job, and probably by life itself.
By the time Merry and Stacy finished eating, they were talked-out on old times and the details of the shopping spree they'd planned. Merry was going to buy the shoes and Stacy a dress-from New York City. Stacy picked up the tab and they left the restaurant.
Once on the sidewalk, they discovered that the rain was coming down harder than before, and it was thundering out. The shopping trip losing its appeal, they huddled in the doorway of the hotel, each hoping that the other would say something about not wanting to go out in the rain.
"Merry, I'd rather not do this. Maybe it will slow down soon. Let's go up to my suite and have a drink.
We can talk... or something, while we wait for the rain to let up."
Stacy's blue eyes shone brightly and she smelled like baby powder. Merry remembered how those blue eyes had wept tears of happiness that first time they had experienced each other. She felt very young again. "Okay. There's something I want to tell you about anyhow," she said, slipping her arm under Stacy's.
"What?"
As they headed for the elevators, Merry started to tell her friend about Tom, and by the time they reached Stacy's suite, both females were as giddy as two teenagers swapping secrets together.
"This is nicer than the last suite you had," Merry said, looking around the hotel room.
The walls were white and there were red velvet wall-to-wall draperies hanging behind a huge brass bed. The bed was covered by an ornate red and gold quilted spread, and next to the bed there was a gold antique chair, upholstered in red velvet. On the other side of the bed stood a night table made from the same wood as the chair. A tall, intricately carved lamp stood on the little table and Merry wondered why hotels always seemed to use such huge lamps. She decided it was probably because they couldn't fit into anyone's suitcase.
"It cost more, but it's worth it. Look at this." Stacy threw back the bottom of the bedspread and revealed the waterbed beneath it. "And the company pays for it all."
The two women stood in the center of the room, looking at each other, both thinking about the same thing.
"There's another room... a dressing room," Stacy said, finally. "Come see it."
Stacy took Merry by the hand and ushered her into the small room to the left of the bedroom. The room was a dazzling stark white, ceiling and walls. There were no windows. A gold chandelier hung from the high ceiling and a red carpet covered the entire floor and the two steps that led into the bathroom. The dressing room was bare except for a small table against the back wall, and a red velvet cushioned white bench. On top of the dressing table was a three-sided mirror and nothing else. On the opposite wall was a wall-to-wall closet, all white, with doors that pulled out, accordion style.
"Wow! How's the bathroom?"
"Go look."
Merry went down the two little steps to the large bathroom. The entire room was tiled white: the ceiling, the floor and the four walls. Again there was no window, and the lighting, as in the dressing room, came from recessed fixtures, one in each corner of the ceiling. In the middle of the bathroom floor was a huge round Roman bathtub, surrounded by green plants. Four white tiled steps led down into the tub and a chrome handrail accompanied them. The tub was so impressive that the white toilet, shower stall, sink, and cosmetic cabinet at the far wall, faded into the background.
"Ohh, Stacy, I want to take a bath in there. Do you have any oil?"
A mental image of Merry splashing around in the bathtub sent an erotic shiver up Stacy's spine. "Tell you what, you finish telling me about Tom and I'll draw your bath."
"Okay... you're on." Merry sat Indian fashion on the white floor. Setting her pocketbook next to her, she kicked off her shoes and squirmed her ass around till she was comfortable. "I told you most of the story already, at least the sex parts. It was how I felt through the whole thing that's weird."
"Tell me," Stacy said, looking over her shoulder at Merry. She returned to adjusting the water temperature, using her hand as a gauge. She was kneeling down, bending over the tub, her round ass jutting out behind her. The burgundy wool skirt that she wore rode up her thighs as she bent forward, exposing her pink, nylon-clad bottom to Merry. Stacy's panties were very wet.
"Well, at first I was afraid, terrified, in fact. But I'm not sure why." Merry squirmed again. "And there was something else... something I don't understand." Merry shifted her position again. Stacy's wet cunt and reliving what happened with Tom had caused Merry's own wetness to flow. Her clit was erect and when she squirmed on the hard floor, the bud rubbed against tire seam of her slacks, causing sensual tremors to course through her.
"But didn't you want to fuck him?" Stacy was busy measuring bubble bath and oil into the steaming water filling the tub.
"Yes, I did want to fuck him, very badly... Hey, isn't that too hot?"
"No, it isn't too hot. Relax-and take your clothes off."
"There is something about Tom," Merry continued. "He has that mean, lean and gaunt look-satanic, you know what I mean."
"Mmmmmm." Stacy watched Merry undress.
"Anyhow," Merry went on, unaware that Stacy wasn't listening anymore. "It was the closest thing to an S-M trip I've ever done. I think that's what frightened me." She untied the binds of her halter and the soft yellow material flitted to the floor. Then she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her dark slacks and slid the pants slowly down her legs. "I felt like I wanted to be raped. Maybe I even wanted him to hurt me. I wonder why, Stacy." Merry turned to face Stacy, and when she did, the slacks twisted around her legs making it impossible to remove them.
"Here, let me help you." The sight of Merry standing there, her tits jiggling from side to side as she struggled with the pants, made Stacy dizzy. Merry's panty-clad cunt was just inches away, and Stacy was more than eager to take the rest of Merry's clothing off. "What's the difference why you reacted the way you did?" Stacy continued, helping Merry. "It turned you on, it was good sex and no one was hurt. You fulfilled a sexual need, and whatever other needs you had, even if they weren't defined. That's what sex is all about- fulfillment."
"Mmm, I guess you're right." Merry watched Stacy kneel in front of her, and her panties got wetter. As Stacy pulled the slacks completely down, thoughts of Tom faded away and Merry thought instead of how Stacy would look naked.
Stacy's fingernails trailed along Merry's flesh and Merry responded by spreading her legs slightly. Her panties were so soaked that they became translucent, making her dark pubic hair clearly visible. Stacy stared at the damp spot as her hands worked the pants down, and then, one at a time, lifted Merry's feet, removing the slacks altogether and tossing them aside. Breathing heavily, Stacy couldn't resist burying her head between Merry's thighs. Her tongue darted out and licked at the other woman's sopping panties. Merry's hips began to rotate and she held Stacy's head with both hands, pushing her face deeper into the recess between her legs.
Stacy licked and licked at those panties. She ran her hands up and down Merry's thighs and across her asscheeks. She made no attempt to take the panties off Merry. Merry continued to grind her cunt against Stacy's face as much as she could without losing her, balance. Stacy scrunched down and put her head completely under Merry's crotch. She licked the panties underneath and trailed her tongue along where the elastic bands tightened around the tops of Merry's trembling thighs.
"I'm gonna come if you keep doing that."
"Go ahead, I want you to."
"No. My bath is getting cold."
"Okay. It'll be nice washing you."
"Hey," Merry suggested, "take a bath with me. It'll be fun."
"Okay. Ill get in the tub with you, but I want to do you. I want to bathe you. So come on, pull off those wet panties and get your delicious body into this tub."
Feeling as if she was fourteen all over again, Merry pulled her panties down, kicked them off, and went down each step slowly, and when she reached the last one, water lapping over it, she gingerly put her toes down.
"It's hot."
"Sissy. Get in."
Merry rested the whole foot down. "Ouch!" Both feet down. "It is hot, no matter what you say." Then down the last step she went and stood there, her feet burning in the water and the rest of her feeling cold.
"Merry, sit in the tub. Your clit will appreciate it, if the rest of you doesn't."
Merry sat down and in a few moments she did begin to feel comfortable. The hot oily water covered her body almost up to her neck and white bubbles floated all around her. She stretched her entire body out in the huge tub and arched her back. Her face just barely poked out through the water, the rest of her hidden by the bubbles.
"Come bathe me. I'm liking this now."
Stacy removed her skirt, tossing it to the corner of the room. She lifted the soft pink wool sweater off over her head, and her braless tits swung loose, big rose-colored nipples poking rigidly from the large white orbs. The nipples were long and fat, and they quivered at the cool air assaulting them. Stacy dropped the sweater and then pulled down her panties and kicked them off quickly. "Merry, when I'm through with you, you're going to be ecstatic." Stacy stepped down into the tub and waded over to Merry's very hot body.
Stacy's mind flashed back and forth from past to present. She looked at Merry's face and saw the serene expression of a woman feeling pleasure, the pleasure of complete relaxation from the soothing heat of the water. She remembered how that same face looked eighteen years before when they had bathed together in the warm water of the pool behind Stacy's parents' home. Then, Merry's expressions of pleasure took the form of giggling, of squealing, and of childish laughter.
Stacy knelt down next to Merry, studying her for a moment-a brief moment-and then she kissed her softly... tenderly, just as she had then, that first time in the pool. The first kiss was on an impulse. It just happened sort of naturally, and it was quick, playful almost. Now Stacy kissed Merry with love and with desire, and the kiss lingered.
Merry had been floating in the warm water, her eyes closed and her thoughts drifting, as if they were also riding the ripples of the bath water. When she felt Stacy's lips press against her own, she settled her body and sat up in the tub. The two women put their arms around each other and embraced in the same way any two friends would, in order to show affection. But as the kiss became more passionate, as their tongues entwined, the two women left childhood behind, submitting to the wanton urges of their ripened sexuality. They looked into each other's eyes and each saw the reflection of their feminine needs and each understood what to do.
Stacy pulled Merry into a kneeling position and the two continued kissing and clutching each other, their breasts rubbing together, their pelvises gyrating against one another, Stacy's silky blonde pubic hair lacing with the coarser brown hair of Merry's pussy.
"Sit down, Merry. Sit down and let me wash you."
"Okay." Merry raised one hand to Stacy's face and petted her cheek. She traced her fingers around Stacy's mouth. "Okay," she whispered.
Stacy searched under the water for the bar of scented soap that she had left in the tub, and finding it, she lathered Merry's back and neck. Her hands moved caressingly over Merry's flesh as she massaged her back with the soap.
"Lift your arms."
Merry lifted her arms and Stacy ran her soapy hands up Merry's sides, over her rib cage and up under her arms. She washed her entire torso, coating Merry's body with thick white soapy lather. Her fingers moved in slow small circles, massaging, tickling, while the palms of her hands pressed ever so lightly at Merry's muscles. As Merry's body awakened to new desires, small groans escaped her lips. Stacy looked at the writhing woman in front of her and knew that it was time for the next stage of their lovemaking.
"Sit again, and raise one leg for me."
Merry sat down and leaning back on her elbows, she raised her right leg but of the water. She was silent, her eyes closed, a placid look softening her face.
Kneeling between Merry's legs, Stacy washed Merry's foot and calf. She kissed Merry's toes and trailed her tongue up the side of Merry's leg, all the way up to where Merry's leg disappeared into the water again. Merry shuddered.
"The other leg." Stacy repeated the same movements, the same foreplay, and Merry shuddered some more. "Now stand. Merry stand up... please."
Like an obedient child, Merry stood up, staring dazedly as Stacy slid the bar of soap between her legs. Parting her legs to accommodate her friend, she watched as Stacy crawled closer to her, and she felt her clitoris hardening, her cunt dilating, the muscles within her vagina contracting involuntarily. Cool air titillated the rigid clit and Merry's knees buckled in pleasure.
Stacy looked up at the passion-filled woman, wetness running down her own thighs, and she drew in her breath, causing her breasts to rise and heave. Merry couldn't resist touching them, and with both hands, she kneaded the massive mounds. She squeezed and pinched at them and red lines patterned the whiteness of the full tits. Stacy dropped the bar of soap and put both hands behind Merry, grabbing firm hold onto the standing woman's ass cheeks. Her fingers dug into Merry's ass and Merry thrust forward in defense. This was what Stacy wanted and she stuck her tongue out and licked a wide circle around Merry's clit. Merry squealed and spread her legs further apart. Stacy's tongue darted in and out between her legs, touching the insides of Merry's thighs, licking just under the clitoris, around the lips. Merry rotated her hips, coaxing her orgasm. Her clit stood out firm and rigid, waiting for Stacy's tongue to beat at it "Let me rinse you. Sit down and let me take the soap off of you."
"What?" Merry wanted to come; she didn't care about the soap, or the bath-she just wanted to come. "No!"
"Please, Merry. Listen to me Hurry, let me get the soap off you. I want you in bed. I want to eat your cunt, and I want to do it in bed."
Moments later, after they had dried themselves with the thick velour towels Stacy had taken from the closet in the dressing room, they were in the bedroom.
"There's a bottle of Love Drops in the night table. Start putting it all over your body," Stacy said as she removed the spread from the waterbed. There were no sheets on the bed and the water looked black inside the thick dark plastic of the mattress.
Finding the body oil, Merry untwisted the round gold cap from the small bottle. She poured some of the rich amber liquid into the palm of her right hand and coated her neck with it. The oil made her skin feel warm and she continued to apply it to her flesh. She rubbed the pleasantly scented oil all over her, giving her tits a most generous layer, making them glisten. Her skin tingled as the heat of the oil penetrated the pores that were just opened and cleansed in the bath. The sensations were more than Merry could deal with and she moved towards the bed, her mouth agape and her eyes opened wide, lust-laden.
"You look like you can't wait."
"I can't." Merry lay down on the bed and spread her legs open.
"Patience, girl. I want to put some oil on, too," Stacy said, walking over to where Merry had just been standing. She picked up the bottle of oil and oozed it thickly over her flesh, continuing: "Masturbate, while you wait. Stick your fingers inside your box and jerk off for me. Nothing turns me on more than watching you finger-fuck yourself."
Merry lay flat on her back on the bed, pressing her palms into the mattress. Then she rocked gently so that the bed began to undulate under her, conforming to the lines of her body and giving her a sensual ride. It was as though the bed were a living thing and wanted to please her. Her oiled body slid on the plastic, heightening the erotic pleasure that she was feeling. As" she moved with the bed, the air stirred around her and tickled and teased at her, causing her nipples to tremble.
"Jerk off, Merry."
Merry lifted her right hand and brought it to her cunt. She placed the middle finger on her clitoris and pressed it down. Her cuntlips fluttered. She trailed the same finger around the clit and along the edge of each hp. Then she placed two fingers on the pink bud, pressing the hard nub into her body. Her fingers moved with familiarity and Merry's twat responded as it had so many times before. Merry ground her ass into the mattress and the water sloshed. Merry's asshole touched the plastic, and her anus puckered open and closed, trying to catch the finger that was so near. Merry lifted her left hand to her breasts and tweaked each nipple, pulling at them and .sending sexual electricity through her body. She felt her orgasm about to burst and she moved the hand from her breast and slid it down over her navel and cunt mound, continuing on down her thigh and then under her ass. She pressed her ass down and her index finger pierced into her asshole. Her right hand was still working on her clit and when she felt the intrusion of the finger in her ass, her cunt opened wide, swallowing the two fingers of her right hand as she jammed them into the gaping hole. She moaned and twisted violently on the moving bed and her orgasm erupted.
"Stacy, I'm coming. Look at me, watch me... I'm coming... I'm coming for you, Stacy."
Stacy had not been idle while Merry had been masturbating. When she had completely oiled her body, she had moved silently to the foot of the bed, her vision in line with Merry's quim. She had watched as Merry fingered herself, as her holes opened and closed around the eager tendrils, Stacy's own hand bringing her off, so that she could come with Merry.
"I see... I see you're coming. Your pussy is wide open and I can see wetness oozing onto your fingers. You're coming. I see it, I see it."
Stacy's legs shook as she strained against her hand. Her own orgasm made her weak and she needed to sit down, but she couldn't take her gaze from Merry's coming quim. Her breathing was labored and her mouth hung open, gulping in air, and she began to hyperventilate. Still coming, Stacy climbed onto the bed and crawled between Merry's legs. She grabbed Merry's calves just below the knees and pulled them wider apart. She crawled towards Merry's box and grabbed Merry's hands away from the flooding slit.
Wild-eyed, her blonde hair sticking to her neck, Stacy opened her mouth and lowered it onto her orgasming female lover. She took Merry's clitoris into her mouth and sucked it, causing it to swell even more. She bit it gently and soothed the sting with small catlike licks. She sucked it in again... hard and then bit and licked... then sucked even harder. She stuck her tongue out as far as it could go and wiped it all over Merry's twat. She licked in long laps at Merry's cunt-lips and inside her slit, up into the oozing hole and back out again to the clitoris.
In the throes of her orgasm, the sudden touch of Stacy's mouth on her box, Merry screamed and panted. She came over and over again, never enough time for one orgasm to stop, or to slow, when the next overtook it. Orgasm after orgasm rolled out of her belly, down her vaginal walls and onto Stacy's tongue.
"Eat me. EAT MEEEEE! God, oh god, I'm coming."
Merry's legs wrapped around her friend's head, locking between her thighs. Stacy never noticed, coming still, over and over again like Merry. Eating Merry and coming.
"Stacyyyyyy." Merry's brain couldn't handle any more. She became dizzy, faintness started to overtake her and she relaxed her body, trying not to lose consciousness. "Lick me. It's so good. I can't stop coming."
Stacy stopped sucking and shook her head, trying to get loose of Merry's clenched thighs. She grabbed up at Merry's knees and pulled the crazed girl's legs apart to free herself.
"I can't breathe anymore."
"I'm still coming. I don't want you to stop yet. Do more, please... I'm still coming."
"Okay, but let me get on top of you."
Stacy knelt on the bed and walked, on her knees, the bed rising and falling beneath them, up to Merry's shoulders. Bending her body forward, she kissed Merry's tits, swirling her tongue briefly around each rosy-brown nipple. Then she lifted one leg over Merry, and squatted above her face.
"What about me? I like to be eaten, too."
"Well, give it to me, then. I'll lick your twat until you beg me to stop."
"Never! You can lick me till I die, Merry."
Stacy lowered her cunt onto Merry's face and grabbed at her dark tresses, pulling Merry's head up off the bed and to her cunt. Merry licked the willing hole, and she drank in all of the juices that poured from it. She grabbed ahold of Stacy's ass cheeks in order to keep the delicious cunt from slipping away. Stacy was squirming so much that Merry had a hard time keeping her tongue on its target. Her nails embedded in the fleshy ass cheeks, holding Stacy firmly above her, she stuck her tongue quickly inside the hole. She made her tongue rigid, folding it, and stabbed into Stacy's cunt with it. Once her tongue was inside the hot channel, she relaxed it and moved it slowly around the moist inner walls of Stacy's vagina. "Yes, yes, yes, yes."
Stacy sat down flat on Merry's mouth and she pushed her cunt down, forcing herself against the wet source of pleasure. Her cunt opened wide, her clit tremored, swelled and reddened from the heat building in her belly. "Oh, Merry. Oh, that's great. Yes, more." Stacy's voice was trembling, and she moaned the words, barely able to find any sound at all. This was what she wanted. This was what she craved for months, until she could get back to New York and to Merry's fantastic tongue. "Oh, I'm coming. Watch out, you're about to drown."
Everything inside Stacy turned to liquid and it all poured down onto Merry's tongue, then down into her throat. Merry drank it in and Stacy gave her orgasm just enough time to reach a peak of pure total sensation, before she pulled herself away from Merry's thirsting mouth, turned around and lay atop Merry in the traditional Sappho position. Once again, Stacy placed her head between Merry's thighs, and once again her tongue darted out to taste of the nectar from the same honeypot she'd drank her first sexual pleasures from.
Stacy closed her eyes and let the image of that four-teen-year-old, almost hairless slit come back to her. She opened her mouth and sucked, remembering the small bud of yesteryear and feeling the thick womanflesh of today in her mouth. Their oil-slickened bodies rubbed together, fair skin against darker flesh, the oil penetrating their pores even deeper. The friction from their twisting bodies caused the oil to give off heat and they became one smoldering mound of flesh, rising and falling to the rhythm of the living mattress, oblivious to everything but the smell of cunt. Stacy lowered herself down slowly and gently, her clitoris slipping in between Merry's pursed lips.
Both women opened their legs and locked their arms around each other. They slid on the bed, eating each other, coming together, the smell of oil and perfume and talc and femaleness teasing their senses. Each worked their tongues in and out of the other; each one knowing exactly where to lick, where to bite, where to suck. Each knew exactly what to do so that the other would have maximum pleasure. Only a woman can know exactly what another woman needs and only a woman knows just how much of it is needed. Sucking, licking, writhing, low moans escaping from both, tongues moving rapidly now, they came together.
As come oozed down each throat, each swallowed greedily, both bodies raised off the bed so that they were balanced only by their feet digging into the plastic under them. They came and swallowed, came and swallowed, until finally they were sated. They licked at each other's cunt, but with less eagerness as their orgasms faded. Neither stopped licking until the other relaxed completely, indicating that the fires were out, and then they fell apart and lay there, side by side, still in the reversed position of sixty-nining, and so they fell asleep, resting from their passions.
CHAPTER SIX
"You've got a sexy ass." Richard sat at the kitchen table, two ounces of red marijuana spread before him. "It's your best asset."
"Oooo, bad. You stoned already?" Merry had just returned from tucking in the children, for the third time that evening.
"No. I just like your ass."
"Wanna kiss it?"
"Take your pants off."
"Maybe later... if you're good."
"I'm always good."
Busy washing the dinner dishes, Merry stood by the sink, her back to Richard, and wiggled her rump at him. He thought about how that ass looked when it wasn't shrouded in clothing, and the image of Merry's ass, its round firm cheeks and small puckered brown asshole, caused his cock to twitch.
He returned his attention to the tedious chore of cleaning the grass. "This is full weight, hardly any seeds, and no twigs at all. Tom gets good stuff, but $90.00 a zee is a killer."
"I told Tom only one ounce. Here I thought you'd be angry at the cost and you end up buying two zees."
"He said it was rare and that we'd probably never see it again."
"Yeah, but you know Tom... He knows that when he turns you on to something great," she shuddered and then continued, "you'll always be back for more, no matter what the cost is."
"Well, don't get used to this stuff or Tom will own us."
A cold shiver passed through Merry. She continued washing the dishes, her nipples straining against the soft silk of her black lounge gown. "Tom didn't stay too long last night. Was he going somewhere?"
"I don't know." Richard was rolling a joint. He crumpled some of the red buds between his two fingers and then dropped the powdered leaves into a piece of white rolling paper. "He seemed nervous about something. He just stayed long enough for me to taste and make the buy, then he split."
"What'd you talk about?" Merry finished the dishes and faced Richard. She dried her hands with the towel and looked at her husband, seeking signs of any knowledge he may have of what took place in their living room the day before. If Richard knew, he wasn't showing it.
"We really didn't talk about anything. Music. The price of good grass these days. Nothing really. Why?"
"Just curious." Merry realized that she was acting suspicious. Maybe she should just tell her husband about Tom. What the hell was happening to their open marriage? she wondered. "Richard, please roll a joint," she said, trying to change the subject.
"That's what I'm doing. I'll be finished in a second. Got any coffee?"
"Mmmmm. And it's fresh. I'll get us some."
Richard watched as Merry walked over to the stove to fetch the coffee pot. Her hair, tied back by a long black ribbon, swished back and forth as she moved. She was wearing the sleek, all black gown he had bought her last Christmas, and the silk clung to her body, hugging her from shoulders to hips. Flaring out from her thighs, the material rippled when she moved her legs. The gown was long-sleeved, and clasped closed around her neck, but there was a long oval cutout just under her shoulder blade, and the smooth glistening skin of her back was visible. Except for her hands, her feet, her neck and head, the rest of Merry's body was completely covered by the shiny material. Richard evaluated his wife's looks and decided she was a damn sexy woman. His cock twitched again and rose hard beneath his jeans.
They sat at the table together, sipping hot coffee, and passing a joint back and forth between them, husband and wife suddenly feeling like two strangers meeting for the first time. Merry inhaled on the joint, smoke and memories filling her brain. Ron, Tom, Stacy, Richard. Jesus, it's only Wednesday, she thought. Richard took the joint from Merry. "The kids asleep?"
"Yes. Finally! They were really wound up tonight It's probably from being with your mother so much."
"So, she spoils them. She also baby-sits for free."
"Yeah. I know." Merry took a second joint from Richard and tried to get it to her lips." I don't need this one. I'm quite stoned already."
Richard held Merry's hand steady and guided it and the joint to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked the hot smoke in, held it in her lungs for a moment, and then blew a thin trail of it at Richard. He opened his mouth to catch the high it offered.
"Ripped! Far out!" Richard was delighted with the high he was on. Grinning like a schoolboy,- he took another drag on the jay.
Merry tried to stand, but failed. She tried again, only to flop down on the chair once more. "I can't get up."
"What?"
"I can't get up."
"Oh!"
"Richard, I can't get up."
"Then get down... I'm up anyways."
"Richard! I can't get up." Merry got up and went over to the refrigerator. Opening it, she said to Richard: "Don't you care that I can't get up?"
"Wow! Merry," he answered. "You must be stoned. You're up and you don't even know it."
"Hey! Now we're both up." She peeked coyly at Richard from behind the open refrigerator door.
"I'm not up. I'm sitting, I think." Richard looked down at the chair, checking to see if it was still under him.
Merry returned to the table. "Here take a bite of the apple," she said, holding out a big red juicy apple to Richard, using the same enticement as did Richard's favorite men's magazine. And, trying to look like a gate-fold girl, she dangled the apple near his mouth and added: "Come on... take a bite."
"Are they Delicious?"
"They taste great. Take a bite."
"No, I mean are they Delicious... like not McIntosh or something?"
"I don't know what the hell they are. They're apples. Do you want a bite or not?"
"If you bought 'em, you gotta know. Right?"
"I didn't buy them." Merry took a bite from the sweet fruit and saliva trickled out of the corner of her mouth. "Tom brought 'em over the other day. He and some friends stole them off a truck, or something. Taste."
Richard bent his head forward and took a bite of the apple. It was sweet tasting and his tongue drank in the flavor. Merry exploded in laughter, and Richard shuddered, taking a second bite.
"What'd you buy when you went out shopping with Stacy yesterday?"
Merry heard Richard, but she didn't answer him right away. She was still formulating what she wanted to tell him about her sexual episode with Stacy. Was it time to tell him all? She was so high that she couldn't think too clearly, or too quickly. Sounds tumbled from her mouth but they made no sense.
They both giggled.
"Nothing," Merry finally answered Richard. "You can have the fifty back."
Richard stretched his arms over his head and strained his back against the chair. His yellow tee-shirt pulled taut across his strong, muscular, very manly chest. "Didn't you go shopping?"
Merry watched his muscles flex. He had good strong arms and Merry loved to feel them around her. His jet black hair was tousled and his brown eyes twinkled. Merry thought he looked sexy. Her cuntlips fluttered. "No, we didn't go shopping after all." Her clitoris was hard and erect and little drops of love juice coated the excited bud. "We just ate."
Richard cocked his head at Merry and looked at her as if she was a little girl being caught in a fib. He squinted his eyes and said: "You ate all afternoon?"
Merry giggled at the tone of Richard's voice. Oh hell, she thought. "Yes, Richard... we ate... all afternoon." Merry giggled girlishly again. "We ate each other... We messed around."
Richard's cock throbbed painfully beneath his jeans. The organ poked against the material, straining at it. His asshole contracted. "Did you really?"
"Yes." With trembling fingers, Merry tweaked her nipples through the black cloth of the gown's tight bodice. "Yes. You want me to tell you about it?"
"Oh god, yes, Merry. Tell me!" He put his right hand to his prick and squeezed it. Then he rubbed his palm roughly across his crotch, sat back in the chair and his legs, stretched straight out under the table, parted slightly. "Don't leave anything out."
"Okay," she answered. Merry licked her lips and smiled seductively at Richard. "You roll another and I'll tell you everything." And then in a low sultry whisper, she said: "I'll tell you the whole story-from lick to lick."
Richard grunted. He pulled at his cock with his left hand and unzipped his fly with the right. He freed the rock-hard organ and masturbated himself for a moment, then began to roll the joint, so that Merry would tell him what happened between her and Stacy. His cock stood rigid, as if it were listening, too.
Thinking about how Stacy's tongue felt as it licked at her cunthole, Merry grew hotter. Seeing how turned-on Richard was, she began to speak, telling him what he wanted to hear, arousing them both to feverish pitches. She told him everything, only leaving out the parts about Tom, but she knew for sure she would tell him about that too, one day. She wanted to turn Richard on, to excite him sexually. Her belly ached from the swell of passion in it.
As they passed a pleasure weed back and forth between them, she spoke, her words coming out slowly, the marijuana disorienting her senses. Both were so high that they lost track of time. Merry talked and Richard listened carefully. Each of them saw in their mind's eye an image of Merry and Stacy rolling around on the waterbed, naked, their tongues lapping at each other's hairy slit.
The joint finished, burning out in the ashtray on the kitchen table, Merry had told Richard everything. They just sat and stared at each other, both very horny, both wanting to fuck.
"I came."
"What?" Merry wasn't sure that she heard Richard correctly.
"I came. I came when you got to the part where Stacy crawled between your legs and ate out your coming twat. I came right here in the kitchen, all over my jeans."
"Wow," Merry said. "That never happened before. You must really dig Stacy."
"I'd love to fuck her, I admit, but watching two women making it together has always been a fantasy of mine. I wish I could've been at the hotel, watching you two sixty-nine."
Merry's flesh tingled with sexual excitement. She stood up and walked over to Richard and took him by the hand to pull him to his feet. "Let's go into the living room. Let's go into the living room and mess around."
As they stumbled together, leaning on each other, trying to make their way to the sofa, he tried to get his hand down her dress, to touch her tit, but the gown was too tight and he failed. She grabbed at his prick, still hard and dangling out, thick and red, from his come-stained fly. They groped at each other playfully, and when they finally reached the couch, they tumbled onto it, tangling with each other in the process. Laughter bubbled out of both of them and they rolled around, half on the couch, half on the floor.
"Let's go to bed." Richard whispered into Merry's ear, licking at the sensitive organ as he spoke.
"Richard, it isn't even nine P.M." She pulled her ear from his mouth and turned to lick at his neck.
"Well, we don't have to go to sleep."
"It isn't time yet."
She pulled completely away from Richard now and stood up, stumbling a few times before finally succeeding at getting both her feet planted firmly on the floor. She was barefooted and the carpeting tickled at her toes. Because of the grass she had smoked, her skin was supersensitive to touch and she tingled all over.
"Time for what? What are you up to, Merry?" Richard eyed her curiously. "You didn't get all sexed up tonight just to tease me, and then do nothing about it."
Merry adjusted her gown, which had become twisted from their playing. She turned away from Richard and walked over to the stereo. "Nothing. I'm not up to anything," she said, flipping through the record albums in the cabinet. "I'd like to hear more about your penchant for watching two naked women licking each other."
Richard's cock had softened and he stuffed it back into his jeans and zipped up his fly. "There's nothing to tell," he said, forgetting that he wanted to fuck. "Seeing a turned-on woman is exciting, two women even more so. And I guess there is something forbidden about it, or maybe innocent. Hell, I don't know. It just turns me on. Does Stacy lick you the same way I do?"
"No. Her touch is softer, gentler. Your touch is rougher, more urgent. More masculine in its eagerness for cunt."
"Which is better?" Richard wondered what it would be like to have another man suck on his cock, but he didn't tell Merry that. He wondered about that, too.
Merry smiled at Richard. "Neither is better. Both kinds of tonguing are good. Just one is female and one is male.
"When two women are together, I think they are really making love to themselves, to their femininity. They do to their female partner what they like done to themselves. It is almost masturbatory... a fulfillment of womanly desires and fantasies that you can't direct a man to do, that he isn't capable of doing. But that doesn't make it better, Richard. Just different. That's all. At least for me. Stacy is a Lesbian and maybe she sees it differently."
Richard was shocked. He hadn't thought of Stacy as being a Lesbian, just bisexual. His cock became completely flaccid at the realization that he wouldn't get a chance to dick Stacy. He'd kind of hoped that the opportunity would come about. "A Lesbian, how disappointing."
"Oh come on, Richard. This is 1975, or didn't you know that?"
Coming to help Merry select some albums to play, he said: "I didn't mean that the way you took it. I meant, I would've liked to have fucked her, or at least have watched you two. If she's a Lesbian, she won't go for that. Would she?" Some stray hope prompted him to ask.
"Never can tell. Is your birthday coming up?" She tickled his ribs with the index finger on her right hand and massaged his cock with her left hand. Once again his organ hardened under the confines of his jeans, and Merry squeezed it and licked his neck, just beneath his ear. "What time is it?"
"You're preoccupied with time tonight. Why?"
"The grass, I guess." She avoided making eye contact with him. "Hey, roll another joint. Let's get really stoned, fucked-up, and make a night of it." She glided away from him, over to the window and peered out through the slats of the blinds. Then she closed the drapes and looked back at Richard, eyeing him seductively.
Richard went into the kitchen to roll another joint, and Merry went behind the bar. From the small refrigerator, recessed into the dark wood of the bar, she took a bottle of wine that she had been chilling. She poured some of the dark red liquid into the glasses she took from the shelf. Finding her pack of cigarettes, also on the shelf, she took a cigarette and lit it.
She rocked to the music, remembering that Tom had done the same thing. Glancing at the couch, her mind replayed for her what had taken place with the young neighborhood pusher. She remembered how his eyes looked when he slapped her, and the fear that she felt as she willingly submitted to him, unable to control any part of her being. A shiver coursed through her and she gulped a sip of wine from one of the glasses. Pushing Tom's image away from her, she concentrated more on the music.
Taking another sip of the blood-red potent liquid, she let it and the music fill her. Ringo was singing about how great he was and she swayed with the sensual rhythm of the background music. But as much as Merry tried not to think, tried to keep her mind blank, lurid thoughts pushed at her and she was forced to face them. She saw fleeting images of Stacy dance before her, then of Ron and Tom. She pictured them all, naked, sitting on the couch and beckoning pervertedly to her. She took some more wine down her gullet and looked towards the kitchen for Richard. She wished he would hurry up with that joint. An edginess crept through her senses, wetness oozed from her vagina, and she licked a dry tongue around her moistureless lips.
I'm having an identity crisis, she thought. What the hell is wrong? She took her glass of wine and went to the window to peek out at the night again. She held the drape back and lifted the blinds. It was black out there; no sounds, no movements. She let go of the blinds and let the drape fall back into place, locking out the night, allowing a sense of safety to comfort her. She decided that her apprehensions were caused by all the old taboos that had been inflicted on her. Five or ten years ago, her sexual appetite would have been considered sick in a woman, and for what she did with her body, she would've been called a slut, a whore, a tramp, or something else derogatory. Today she was a normal, healthy woman, doing what was natural. It was hard to adjust to a new female image, dismissing all that she had been branded before. Which was right? Depending on her mood, at any given time, she would've given herself a different answer.
Richard returned to the living room, and Merry automatically inhaled the acrid odor of grass that drifted in with him. They smoked quickly, standing before the drapes, husband and wife, staring at each other. Never before had either of them been this high. Never had they been so pensive together. Their gazes met and each searched the other for some sort of secret, for answers to unknown questions. As strange as the moment was, it was also reassuring to Merry somehow. With their eyes, they communicated a feeling between them, something that was buried deep inside each of them, but that there were no words to express... to explain. They touched their hands together, just fingertips against fingertips, and then the two of them came together in a warm, deep embrace. Merry's breasts flattened against Richard's chest and they pressed their bodies together, sparks of passion and love jumping from one to the other and then back again.
Merry's tongue snaked into Richard's mouth and he sucked on it, greedily, then rewarded her with his own thick spongy wedge. Saliva passed back and forth between both oral orifices and blended together. Their bodies rocked together and their arms encircled one another. Breaking the kiss, Merry snuggled her head against Richard's chest and the raunchy masculine odor from his armpit filled her. Fire surged in her loins, her legs spreading slightly. Richard's cock poked at her pubic mound, wedging the black silk gown between her legs. The material stuck to her naked crotch, her sex juices dampening the silk.
He kissed softly at her neck and trailed his large hands, all hot and sweaty from his arousal, up and down her back. His fingers dug into the cut-out of the gown, seeking a path to her tits. He ached to feel their fullness in the palms of his hands, to taste them with his mouth. He became lost in his want for her and his breath came in short, hot rasps.
"The doorbell." Merry was pushing Richard away from her, but he stood firm, still licking his tongue on her neck. "The doorbell," she repeated, pushing harder at him.
"Wha-"
"Richard, it's the door. Answer it." Merry's eyes reflected lust. Her cheeks flushed bright red and her lips glistened with saliva. "Answer it."
Richard gradually came out of his reverie. "The doorbell?" He looked at Merry, suspecting that she knew who it was ringing the bell. "Who the hell could it be?"
Merry grinned at him. "Answer it and see, silly." Then she grabbed his cock and squeezed it, hard, twisting it playfully.
The doorbell rang insistently and Richard moved mechanically to answer it, somehow knowing who was out there. He glanced over his shoulder at his wife. She stood there, hands on hips, gleefully licking her bottom lip.
"Oh, Merry... you didn't... did you? Oh, Merry!" A drop of precoital fluid oozed from his penis hole, staining his jeans. He reached for the doorknob and pulled open the front door.
"Hi! Thought you were never gonna answer." Stacy bustled into the house, smiling as she focused her view onto Richard's rock-hard prick, making a tent in his pants. "So this is Richard," she continued, staring wide-eyed at his throbbing organ. "I'm Stacy, the sexy broad you've been wanting to fuck."
"Christ!" Richard turned to Merry. He felt like a helpless captured victim about to be raped. He made a mental note to find out which politician was pushing for stronger rape laws so that he could vote for him. Even though he knew that the two women had cooked up some fun and games, and nothing more, the mere fact that they were in control, that he didn't know what they were going to do to him, intimidated him, and he covered his erect organ protectively with his hands.
"What's going on here?" he demanded.
Merry came to Richard's side and pushed his hands away from his crotch. "What's going on here, is that you are about to get a fantasy-come-true. We're going to throw our naked bodies onto yours and fuck the hell out of you. But first we have a little show to put on for you."
His mouth hung open, dumbly. "Christ," he repeated. "I'm too stoned to handle this." He looked at his wife, a numbness overtaking him. "Merry... " Ignoring Richard's plea, Merry took Stacy's coat to hang in the closet, leaving the two of them alone. Feeling as if an eternity was passing, Richard remained motionless, his mouth still agape. He forgot to cover the cock that was twitching wildly in his pants. He inhaled, then caught his breath, calming himself. Realizing that the two of them were up to something nice, he reached a new peak of arousal and wasn't about to fight their plans. His cock ached to be free.
"Make yourself at home," he told Stacy. "Want some wine... a joint?"
"No thanks. I've already dropped a quay and I'm just fine. The only joint I'll have tonight is yours."
He sighed audibly, another drop of fluid slipping from his pee-hole.
Merry returned and jolts of eroticism jumped among the three of them as the room suddenly filled with the electricity of sexual passion.
"I love that gown, Merry," Stacy said, eyeing her friend's body hungrily. "I can't wait to see it draped over a chair." As she spoke, Stacy undid the small gold buttons of her cream-colored blouse. She looked at Richard and wrinkled her nose at him. "No sense wasting time, is there?" Stacy didn't wait for an answer.
The blouse fell open and her large white tits fell forward from the material. The blouse parted wider and she shrugged it off her shoulders, allowing her tits to bob up and down, tantalizing Richard.
Merry pushed her hands at her own tits. The heavy orbs were hard and throbbing, nipples painfully rigid. She looked at Richard, who stood mesmerized before both women.
The blouse flitted to the floor and Stacy slowly, teasingly, unzipped her dark brown skirt. It loosened from her waist and slowly slid down over her hips, along her buttocks, and finally crumpled at her feet. She stepped away from the discarded garment and thrust her body at Richard. Stacy was completely naked, the skirt and blouse having been the only clothing she had had on, except for her shoes and she stepped out of them also.
Richard said something unintelligible and reached for Stacy, but the voluptuous female pulled away from his touch, moving towards Merry instead. Without looking at Richard, she explained, "You go sit in a chair and watch. Remember, we have something to show you, something you wanted to see. So take out your dick and get comfortable. I promise, you'll get off on this."
Stacy returned her attention to Merry. Heat penetrated from her every pore and she was impatient to get between her female lover's thighs. She gingerly touched the darker woman's heaving breasts, and then took Merry into her arms and embraced her in the same way Richard had done earlier. A low guttural sound fled from Merry's throat as Stacy stabbed her tongue deeply into her mouth. Their bodies ground together and their tits rubbed at each other, nipple brushing over nipple. Stacy's arms tightened around Merry, her fingers working to undo the tie at the top of the black gown. Working quickly, driven by searing passion, she undid the tie and yanked the front of the dress down. Merry's tits flopped forward to be caught by Stacy's upturned palms. Ecstasy flooded Merry's face and she thrilled at the touch of Stacy's expert fingers. Joy filled her as her blonde female lover bent to caress her tits with hot breath. Then Stacy drew one nipple into her mouth, tweaking the other with her left hand. Her right hand was busy trying to get the gown completely off Merry's trembling body.
Richard sat in a chair facing them, his cock out of his jeans, his hands pulling at it, making it manhard. He spread his legs wide and slouched in the chair. Masturbating himself, he watched the two women as they explored each other's body. Both were naked now and both were feeling the other's tits and cunt. He saw a thick blob of juice ooze down his wife's thighs and he raised his ass off the chair and fucked at the air. Stacy's fingers dug into Merry's snatch and Merry locked her thighs around the invading hand, pushing her cunt onto the probing fingers. Richard pulled at his meat, mindlessly. He wanted to get up and run to the two women, to stick his cock first into Merry's cunt and then into Stacy's. He wanted to lick their slits, lap at their asses, and brutally squeeze their tits. He pulled the skin of his shaft almost violently, and watched as Stacy knelt before Merry, her tongue snaking out to catch the juice that slipped down her thigh. Stacy licked it all up and then trailed her tongue back up Merry's quivering flesh, all the way up to her slit. The tongue stabbed into the open hole and filled Merry's cunt. Merry squatted over Stacy's head and rocked back and forth, absorbing the pleasure that was entering her. Merry's hole contracted and gushed more fluid which Stacy drank. Richard watched all of this until he thought he was going to scream. His hand blurred on his cock and he jerked at it viciously, still not able to believe that his most secret fantasy was unfolding in reality before him.
"I'm commmmminnng. Stacy, I'm coming. Watch it, Richard. Watch as she drinks my come juice." Merry bent her legs obscenely open, and wiped her cunt all over Stacy's mouth, pouring her orgasm down the willing woman's throat. Stacy drank it down, and Merry gave some more.
"Christ!" That was all Richard could muster. He forced himself to stop masturbating. He didn't want to come yet, sure that the two wanton women had more to offer him. He didn't want to miss anything. He abandoned his cock and let it point straight up in the air, rigid and waiting for something to sate its needs. He sat on his hands, not trusting himself or his desires. I'm hallucinating, he thought, a crazed gleam in his eye. This can't be real.
His dark curls flopped on his head, strands of hair stuck to his face and neck. Sweat fell from his brow and his chest rose and fell with excitement. His hands were palms up under him, and he unconsciously pulled at his asscheeks. Richard's prick swayed rigidly and drops of white cream bubbled out of the tiny hole of his prickhead.
Stacy sat on the carpet, facing Merry, and spread her legs wide apart. Her back was to Richard and he gazed longingly at her ass, the crack parted slightly, inviting his fingers. He resisted still. Merry knelt down between Stacy's legs, facing her, and placed both of her hands onto Stacy's breasts. Richard couldn't see what Merry was doing, but it was obvious that she was feeling up her friend's tits. Stacy must have been enjoying it, because she leaned back, her head straining upward, and her hair dangling wildly behind her. Merry bent forward and darted her tongue out towards the mounds she was handling. She looked at her husband and ran her tongue over her own lips, more to tease Richard than for anything else. Merry's brown eyes were clouded with arousal and her lids were red and heavy from the drug they had smoked. She looked at Richard's cock and her cunt spasmed, the remains of her orgasm squeezed out, and she purred.
Lowering her head onto Stacy's breasts, Merry licked each one. Her tongue made wide wet circles around each white orb. Then she nibbled on them, as if they were ripe fruits. Her fingers played with the hard rosy nipples as she consumed each tit with her mouth. Stacy's ass squirmed on the floor and the roughness of the carpet stung the bottom of her ass, the sting adding to her pleasure. She scrunched her cunt on the floor, positioning her slit so that it would also benefit from the sensual friction of the bristly carpet fibers. Drops of womanly nectar coated her quim and dampened the rug, leaving a stain that would be there to remind Merry and Richard of this night and would afford them masturbatory fantasies for quite some time.
Richard couldn't stand much more of this. His body was emitting fiery rays of heat and he thought for certain that he would just melt into a puddle on the chair. His right hand was back on his cock, frigging it for all he was worth. He didn't care about waiting anymore. He needed to come. He watched them for a moment longer and then stood up, weakly. His legs trembled and he felt dizzy. He undid his fly and let his jeans fall to the floor. He stepped quickly out of the pants, kicked them aside and pulled his shirt up over his head. When he was naked, Richard returned to jerking himself off. He inched closer to the women who were now lying down in a sixty-nining position and were gyrating against each other. They hadn't yet begun to lick each other's cunt and Richard got as close to them as possible so as to be able to see everything. His cock ached, his balls were full and heavy and held a load of spunk ready to spill forth.
Merry and Stacy saw Richard hovering above them, his cock pointing straight down at their bellies. The sight excited Merry and she nuzzled her nose between Stacy's thighs. Using her hands to part her Lesbian lover's legs, she thrust out her tongue and zeroed in on Stacy's snatch. Merry stabbed her tongue deep into the hot hole, and keeping it rigid, she used the tongue to fuck Stacy. In and out she thrust the tongue, coming out with a thick blob of cream each time. Stacy's ass lifted from the floor and her legs locked around Merry's head. Then Stacy buried her own face between Merry's legs and began to lick the folds around the moaning woman's vagina. Merry's cuntlips were swollen and thick, the purplish flesh clutching at Stacy's tongue. The girls held onto each other and rocked their bodies in unison. Legs and arms tied together, the two women abandoned themselves to their sex play, almost forgetting about Richard.
He jerked off over their bodies. His hands touched each one of them, grabbing a tit here, an ass there, shoving a finger into one ass and then the other. He let go of his cock and caressed both women at the same time, amazed at how hot their flesh was. When he could, he would slip a finger into one of their cunts. It drove him wild to feel the inside of a vagina and then to feel a tongue meet his finger inside the hole.
Richard wasn't thinking anymore. He was a wild sexual male animal, stalking prey. Down on all fours, he crawled around the grinding, impassioned women, sniffing here, feeling there, licking, tasting, mauling. He wanted them both, his cock was so hard that it was all he could be aware of besides what was going on next to him. He let his prick trail across Merry's back and then he got up on his knees and dangled his organ over her face, wiping it occasionally on her cheek or forehead. She opened her eyes when the masculine odor of his crotch reached her senses, and when she saw his red-hot cock above her mouth, she took her tongue from Stacy's box and licked Richard's shaft.
"Argggghhhh!" Richard jumped. He went mad at that moment. With both hands he grabbed Merry's head and lifted it to his cock. She opened her mouth and swallowed the shaft down to her throat, sucking as hard as she could. He was going to come. His balls drew up and he felt fire travel out of them and up his shaft, and just when it was about to burst from the tip of his cock, Merry let go of him and went back to licking Stacy.
"No! Merry don't stop," Richard pleaded.
Merry licked his cockhead again, then licked Stacy's quim. Back to Richard's prick and then to Stacy's cunt. She went on like that for a few minutes and then pierced her tongue back into Stacy's hole and wiggled it around in the hot channel. Stacy responded by stabbing her tongue into Merry's cunt, also keeping it rigid and using the tongue as a fucking machine.
Richard realized that the women were going to finish each other off. He didn't know what they planned for him, if anything, but he resigned himself to the fact that this wasn't his moment. The Sapphoites clung tighter together and neither woman lifted her head again. Both were nearing orgasm and that was what they concentrated on. But Richard couldn't wait for whatever it was they were going to do to him, for him; he just had to come. He threw his body across their middles, shoving his cock between their flat stomachs. The women were lying on their sides, and their bellies captured his prick, their movements serving to jerk him off.
Merry started to come first. She bucked her cunt at Stacy and groaned loudly into her snatch. She slithered her body up and down on Stacy, and Richard's cock got the full benefit of the movement. The friction from their bodies rubbed his cock to a new peak of arousal. Stacy felt a sudden wash of juice flow into her mouth and knew that it was Merry's orgasm. This knowledge spurred her on and when she heard Merry moaning and groaning, Stacy let go with her own come.
They came together, two females, lapping up each other's nectar, emitting grunts and throaty sounds into each other's coming quims. They pressed closer yet to each other, holding on as they rode the mutual waves of their pleasure. Richard was bug-eyed at the sight of the two of them. He undulated his ass so that his cock fucked up and down between their heaving bellies. He reached his hands down to their slits and forced one finger from each hand into each cunthole. Each cunt was contracting around the fucking tongue in it and each cunt stretched to accommodate his finger, coating it with thick female come.
Richard looked at Stacy's blonde cunt and saw that her pubic hair was so wet that it was matted flat against her mound. He saw her clitoris throbbing with orgasm, Merry's tongue wedged all the way into the hole. Then he looked at his wife and saw her pleasure-streaked face, reacting to her orgasm and to the wildness of the moment. He turned his head in the direction of Merry's snatch and saw that she was also oozing an abundance of come juice. She must have come several times, there was so much wetness. Stacy's face emanated womanly pleasure, her cheeks flushed with a pink sexual hue.
Then suddenly, Richard didn't see anything. Everything disappeared and the lust-filled man humped savagely on the two women. He fucked between their bodies, fingering each of them, listening to their moans and their girlish squeals. His cock hurt as it strained to stab something. The cockhole spasmed, and his aching balls hardened, and could stand no more. With one final thrust of his cock, he shoved his body at the women, his come shooting forcefully out of his prick. He came in thick white gobs, a steady stream of hot juice making a puddle on the floor beside their bodies.
The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, grunts, groans and sexual murmurs. A musty sexual odor penetrated the air and engulfed them. They heaved together, rocked together, and then finally each relaxed. They lay there, not speaking, a pool of sweaty bodies.
Richard was the first of them to get up, male ego urging him on. "Well, what's for me?" He looked at his softening cock and wondered if it would ever rise again. "I loved the show... but."
Pulling herself up into as sitting position, Stacy asked: "What was that? Audience participation?"
"Something like that." Richard reached a hand out to Stacy and helped her to her feet. "But I'd like to fuck you now." He remembered her Lesbianism, and his voice cracked on, "If that's, er, okay... I mean possible... er... " Stacy took his completely flaccid penis into her hand and kneaded his manflesh until it began to harden again. "I fuck men sometimes, Richard," she told him, her other hand now trailing up his rib cage in the direction of his hairy chest. "And," she continued, "if you're Merry's number-one man, then I'd like the cock that dicks her shoved inside of me, too."
Richard didn't know how to react. He gulped, blinked, and looked dumbly at Merry, wondering just how much about their open marriage she had told Stacy. And what did Stacy mean-number one man? Merry smiled innocently at Richard, and that made him wonder even more about his wife and what she was all about. Sometimes he thought he understood her so well, and then other times, well...
"Richard, you're getting all hard again. Hard enough to fuck."
Stacy's words teased his libido and his thoughts returned to fucking. He still wanted to shove his cock into a hot, wet pussy. "I want to fuck you both." Richard's voice held a new command. He wasn't intimidated by the two of them any more, or by their femaleness. "Lie down next to each other and spread your legs." The intimacy of what they had just done together gave Richard confidence and he was going to fuck them with every ounce of his raw masculinity.
Obeying him, Merry and Stacy lay down on the floor next to each other and spread their legs open. Merry's left leg overlapped with Stacy's right leg and they presented a vividly erotic scene to Richard. Their breasts flattened on their chests slightly, and Richard looked at the four hard nipples poking up at the ceiling. They reminded him of little buttons and he was going to press each one of them. He stood in front of them and looked at each cunt. Both- were relaxed, both temporarily sated.
Merry's cuntlips were puffier than Stacy's and darker in color. Stacy had more hair on her mound but less around her slit than did Merry. Stacy definitely had the largest clit. In fact, Richard noted, it was the biggest clitoris he had ever seen. Maybe that had something to do with her being a Lesbian. Little droplets of clear moisture glistened on Merry's dark pubic hair. The hair was curly and very fluffy after having been shampooed with hot come. Stacy's hair was straighter, probably for the same reason Merry's fluffed up.
"Both of you, spread your cuntlips for me. I want to see inside of each hole."
Again both females obeyed Richard and his cock lurched at the sight of them pulling at their pussies, opening their holes to him. Merry's hole was very pink, smooth-skinned, and very wet. Stacy's slit was bright red almost, and very fleshy. She looked as if she might be looser inside, but more cushiony. He wished he had two cocks.
"Turn over, please." He tried to sound tender. He didn't want to offend Stacy, or turn her off by being whatever it was that she didn't like men for. "Please do it," he repeated.
Both women did as they were told. Neither spoke. They had agreed secretly that after they let Richard watch their female play, they would give him what he wanted, an opportunity to act out his most secret fantasy.
Both felines on all fours, their asses staring Richard in the face, Merry and Stacy knelt, doggie fashion, in front of him. He touched Merry's ass and felt its firmness, the sleek skin that covered it tautly, and marvelled at how nicely shaped it was. Then he reached for Stacy's ass, and felt its fleshy softness. Stacy's rump was larger, not as firm, and very white. He ran a finger down each crack and teased each asshole. Again Stacy had the larger hole, and it shuddered at his touch.
His right hand fingered Merry's pussy, and when his fingers were sticky wet, he withdrew them from her cunt and shoved them at her asshole. The tiny brown hole puckered and opened to allow his middle finger to penetrate. He shoved the finger deep into Merry's ass and wiggled it around.
"Oh Richard," was all she said.
He did the same to Stacy and she surprised him by thrusting her ass upwards, welcoming his finger. Then her muscles gripped his finger inside of her and held it there. She wiggled her ass and it was obviously pleasurable to her.
His cock throbbed and Richard was ready to fuck. He pulled his fingers out of their asses and mounted Merry. In one thrust, he shoved his cock to the hilt inside her cunt. She grunted and closed her hole around his shaft, milking him with her pussy. He humped for a few minutes and then withdrew completely from her vagina. He mounted Stacy next, and shoved his prick inside her as he had Merry. Richard was right, Stacy was looser, but definitely more cushiony, and her cunt massaged the shaft that Merry had just gripped so tightly.
He shoved into one cunt then the other, grunting when Merry gripped him and sighing when Stacy massaged him. He reached an arm under each woman; his hands greedily fondled their tits, squeezing the flesh and pinching each nipple.
He made them position themselves in a way to make it most comfortable for him, making sure that their asses were close together. Then he shoved his manmeat into each cunt, one then the other, over and over again, until he knew his balls were full with a new load of sperm. His cock throbbed. He was about ready to come again, when he had a brilliant thought. He pulled his cock out of Stacy's box and shoved it at her asshole. The hole opened to accommodate him and he slid in surprisingly easily. He savored the sensation, then withdrew and did the same to Merry's ass.
Richard saw nothing but four gaping holes, each able to take his organ, and each vying for the chance to drink up his jism. Cunt, ass, cunt, ass, cunt, ass, cunt-asscuntcunt, asscuntass... comecomecomecomecome, his brain whirled.
"Uhhnnnnnnnn. Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He was unintelligible, a blind, mind-boggled, senseless blur of fucking man. "Unnnnnn," he growled on, sweat dripping from his wrinkled brow, down into his clenched-shut eyes. "Cunt!" He went completely insane. In cunt, out of cunt, in ass, out of ass, in cunt, in ass, cunt and ass, clutching him, pulling at his cock, milking it, caressing it, making it pulsate wildly in each hole.
"Richard, I'm going to come again." It was Merry who screamed at him, another orgasm about to explode from her cunt.
"Ohmygod," he groaned.
"Me too," Stacy panted.
Each woman masturbated the other as Richard fucked them and each was ready to come again.
Richard opened his eyes once more, and took in the sight of their asses pumping up at his cock. As he withdrew from each hole, he saw it spasm, waiting for the return of his cock. The women were gushing cunt juice and he convulsed violently in sexual agony.
"FuckfucMuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK!" Richard screamed.
"Now!" Merry shouted again and again. "Now! Please fuck me NOW!"
Richard dicked her cunt and then her ass and then her cunt. She came all over his cock and Stacy's fingers, her body exploding with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
"Christ, ohchrist," moaned Stacy," and Richard shoved at her cunt and then into her asshole. Stacy came in quick spurts, her body wracked in a fit of spasms as she poured out her insides.
Richard didn't know what hole he was in when he came, he didn't care either. His body trembled, tensed, his muscles pulled taut, veins bulged in his neck and he screamed his carnal pleasures at the two women.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... I'm fucking you both," he yelled. "Suck, tit, cunt," he continued, pouring out verbally everything he thought, felt, and wanted. "Coming, ohgod, I'mmmcomingl" he screamed, his cock erupting, sperm gushing out and searing the hole it filled. Richard came and came and came, until only drops of his come trickled out. He held his penis in his hand and squeezed gently on it, as if to wring the last final drop of come out, but there was none left and he gave way to exhaustion, collapsing finally on the rug.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Richard, hurry up, dammit." Merry paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. Richard always took such a long time in there, shaving, showering, reading-reading bothered her. Maybe he was even jerking off.. That thought excited Merry and she softened her tone. "Richard, please hurry, I have to get in there. Barbara and John will be here soon, and I'm not near ready yet."
"I'll be out in a minute," Richard's voice muffled through the bathroom door. "Just gotta brush my teeth."
Merry returned to the bedroom and started to get dressed. She rummaged through her dresser drawer, looking for a matching set of underwear. She finally decided to go braless, new neighbors or not. Choosing a pair of dark navy panties with a bright red star on them, she slipped them over one foot, then the other, and slid the soft nylon up her smooth legs, stretched the panties over her thighs and buttocks, and snapped the elastic into place around her waist. The star covered her hairy mound as if it were some kind of merit award for good pussy.
"MMMmmmmm." Richard had entered the room and the sight of Merry naked gave him an instant erection. "How much time do we have?"
"Not enough, so just get dressed."
"The bathroom is empty. You were in a hurry to get in there, remember?"
"I know what I have to do. I don't need you to tell me." Merry's anger returned and she snapped at Richard.
"Merry, what the hell is wrong with you tonight?" He was tired of her attitude and her nastiness. He didn't know what was bothering her and he was beginning not to care, his own anger starting to show.
"I'm having an identity crisis." She sat on the bed, tears brimming, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.
"You're having a what?"
"An identity crisis."
"Merry, that's what college kids have. I hate to tell you this, but you aren't a college kid."
"I'm having a goddam identity crisis and you're being flippant. Thanks, husband." She began to cry.
"Oh, for christsakes. We're having company in a little while, new neighbors, maybe potential swappers. Can't you crisis later?"
"Richard!"
"Okay, okay." He sat down on the bed next to his wife and put his arm around her bare waist. His cock stirred but he did the best he could to ignore it. "Tell me what's bothering you, maybe I can help."
"You can't."
"Why not?" Annoyed now, Richard pulled his arm from around Merry's waist. Hell, he was giving in to her tantrum. Why the hell didn't she appreciate it? "Maybe if you tell me what's bothering you, you'll be surprised to find that maybe I can help you."
"I don't know who I am any more." She sighed, grateful that Richard had forced her to talk. She needed to talk.
"You're Merry Saunders, my wife, and the mother of Debbie and Richie Saunders. You are one-fourth of this family."
"Richard, that's what I do. Who am I?"
Richard felt exasperated. He didn't understand what she was talking about. He'd have to check her calendar, maybe she was getting her period. He'd buy her flowers tomorrow, that'd make her feel better. He hadn't brought her flowers for a long time. He returned his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Richard was wearing only white cotton briefs and a pair of rubber thongs, and Merry's skin felt smooth and warm against his naked flesh. His cock rose hard and excited.
"I play so many roles," Merry continued, "that I've got them all confused. Lately I've discovered parts of my personality that I never knew existed... and sexually, well... "
"And sexually, yeah, go on." Richard nuzzled his nose under her ear and snaked his tongue out to lick at the top of her neck.
"Forget it, Richard. I'll obviously have to work this out without your help... all you can think of is fucking." She pushed him away and stood up.
"No," he answered, "I was also thinking of sucking." His attempt at humor fell flat. A thick cloud of bitterness permeated the bedroom and Richard was becoming depressed. He watched Merry gather up her makeup and clothing and then he watched as she stormed out of their bedroom, going towards the bathroom. He really did care that she was upset, he wanted to help, but he didn't really know how. He thought that if he just changed her mood, the problem would go away. "Go ahead, fuck up the night for everyone," he called out after her. The bathroom door slammed shut and Richard, disgusted with the situation, searched the top of his bureau for a joint In the bathroom, Merry was washing her face. She lathered her skin with thick creamy suds and massaged the whiteness into her facial pores. It felt therapeutically good. She rinsed first with hot water and then with cold. Her face tingled and she began to feel better. Richard was right, she was going to fuck up the night for everyone and give the new neighbors a terrible first impression.
Applying her makeup, Merry thought further about her argument with Richard. She had been unfair. How did she expect him to help if she didn't tell him the whole story of what was bothering her? Wanting Tom to rape her, and the fact that he was so young, really fucked up her head. She had never felt such a sense of violence within her before. Where did all the anger come from? Yet with Stacy she was young and innocent, a vestal virgin. Then the total abandonment, her exhibitionism, the whole bizarreness of the sexual triangle among Richard, Stacy and herself confused Merry even more. Her affair with Ron seemed to be the only normal sexual relationship that she held, and it bothered her that her enthusiasm for seeing Ron was beginning to wane. Was this the liberated woman she wanted to be? What she was, and who she was, needed to be defined for Merry. But mostly, mostly, she wanted to know why she was.
Tears brimmed in her eyes again, and Merry struggled to keep them from falling down her cheeks to smear her freshly applied makeup. She was determined to put herself into a better frame of mind. The problems would still be there to face tomorrow, or maybe they would work themselves out, but tonight she and Richard were going to seduce the new neighbors and the four of them were going to really get it on and enjoy the evening.
Feeling better, she donned the pale blue crepe pants and dark blue satin blouse that she had brought into the bathroom with her. Instead of buttoning down the front, the blouse tied just under her breasts, the bodice overlapping over her ripe mounds. When she bent down, or turned a certain way, the material would part and reveal her enticing tits. One last look in the mirror, a quick spray of cologne, and she went to Richard, to apologize.
Richard didn't understand why Merry apologized to him, anymore than he understood why she had been upset in the first place. He was just glad that the fight was over and that the evening wasn't going to be a bummer after all.
Having kissed and made up, husband and wife shared a joint between them while they set out some wine and cheeses on the coffee table in the living room, and, somehow, they managed to be ready by the time Barbara and John rang the doorbell. The Saunders happily greeted the new neighbors and ushered them into the living room.
John seemed to be a little nervous and Merry found that amusing. She made it her business to bend down a lot, passing the tray of cheese, reaching for a cigarette, or on any other pretext she could think of, and she delighted in the fact that the sight of her tits bobbing forward, nearly falling out of the folds of her blouse, made John squirm and bite his bottom lip. It was going to be fun turning him on.
Barbara sat on the sofa next to her husband, and directly across from Merry and .Richard, who sat in the chairs that faced the couch. And she, too, noticed Merry's movements. Barbara felt uneasy and inadequate next to such a voluptuous woman, herself being only five foot three, and just a little plumper than she should be. Her breasts were large but not as firm as Merry's and her ass was too big, she thought. She had short red hair and the only makeup she wore was an orange lipstick, the wrong shade for her pale coloring. Barbara wished that she had worn something more alluring than her plain white sweater and basic black wool slacks. No one had ever told her what to wear to a wife-swapping get-together. The more she thought about it, the more she wished that she hadn't accepted the Saunders' invitation, or given in to her husband John's prompting to try swapping "at least once," as he had put it. Admittedly, the idea of it all made her panties wet, but the reality frightened her to death. She sat numbly next to John on the sofa.
From the first time Richard had spoken to Barbara, only a few times before this evening, that big ass of hers really turned him on. He had made a mental note then that he would have to fuck that round fleshy ass. He and John had already become fast friends. Once they had discovered that they both loved to play chess, the two men took an immediate liking to each other. Chess partners were hard to find in a neighborhood such as theirs. Tonight, however, Richard sized John up for a different kind of game partner. He hadn't realized until just then how tall and attractive a man John was and he wondered if Merry was turned on by him.
She was. Merry liked tall men and John's face reflected rugged masculinity in its chiseled features. His face was framed by his slightly long medium brown hair, and a short beard that was a little more blond in color than his hair. He wore a dark navy blue shirt, unbuttoned three-quarters of the way down, his chest peeking through, all bronzed and thick with silky brown-blond hairs. Like Richard, John wore jeans. Merry compared the two men and decided that Richard, in his white turtleneck and tight jeans was as much of a turn-on as John. She was really going to enjoy tonight after all, her earlier tears completely forgotten.
The two couples sipped wine, passed cheese and crackers around, and made idle chit-chat for about an hour. They discussed crab grass, children, the high interest rates and mortgages. Richard kept filling the wine glasses and the two couples were starting to feel the effects of the potent liquid. Merry brought out some sandwiches and other little treats that she had prepared for the evening, and they nibbled and talked on. It was when Richard suggested that a joint might make the food taste even more delicious that the atmosphere in the room changed.
"Marijuana?" Barbara asked incredulously.
"Haven't you ever smoked it before?" Richard asked. Richard was one of those people that smoked so much grass, he had come to believe that everyone did. He could never understand why someone didn't try it, or didn't want to.
"No." Barbara answered. "Drugs are dangerous."
Merry hid her smirk. Not only did she have John and Richard to enjoy tonight, but Barbara, too. She decided that Barbara was going to leave the house at the end of the evening having experienced a lot more than a little innocent wife-swapping. Merry was going to eat Barbara's pussy! "Barb," Merry said with a very reassuring tone to her voice, "Marijuana isn't a dangerous drug. Some really excellent doctors have told us that they believe it to be quite safe. Besides, you should really try something before you judge it."
"Well, I don't-"
"Oh, come on Barb, let's try it once. Once can't hurt. I really don't think we'll turn into the dope fiends you expect us to," John urged his wife.
"No, I don't think that-"
"Look, this stuff that I have cost ninety dollars an ounce. Do you think that I'd pay that kind of money to destroy myself?" Richard just had to add to the prompting.
"Well, I guess I can't fight the three of you. I'll try one puff."
Merry laughed, thinking to herself, that of this red stuff, one "puff" would be enough. She took the joint that Richard had handed to her and marvelled at how johnny-on-the-spot Richard could be when it came to grass. He had the joints all ready in the little drawer of the coffee table and as soon as Barbara agreed to try it, he took one out and lit it. Merry inhaled deeply, exaggerating the mechanics of smoking grass so that Barbara and John could see how it was done. Already feeling the head, she passed the jay to Barbara.
Barbara inhaled slowly, her fears transparent on her face, then coughed the smoke out. Embarrassed, she took another hit, bigger than she had planned, but determined not to look like a fool, she held the smoke down and then slowly exhaled. Feeling very proud of herself, she passed the joint to John who seemed to know exactly what to do. Barbara was going to have to ask him where he learned to smoke pot, but she'd wait till they were home.
John passed the jay to Richard and he passed it back to Merry, and so it went for awhile. They did two joints that way, the first toke making Barbara forget that she was only going to do one puff. As if they were performing some solemn ritual, their conversation ceased and the room fell silent. All that could be heard was the sound of their sucking on the harsh marijuana cigarettes, one at a time, round and round, until they became a circle of four very stoned people.
"How do you feel now?" Merry asked Barbara.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Merry looked surprised. "Nothing. I feel nothing." Barbara explained.
"Can't be," said Richard. "You should be falling over."
"Nothing." Barbara reached over to take another sandwich from the platter on the table. She was suddenly very very hungry. "Nothing," she repeated... just before she fell forward.
John grabbed her around the waist and caught her. "Nothing, huh?"
The room erupted in laughter, their reaction to having found themselves one step closer to what the evening was all about. Each looked at the others, each pair of eyes reflecting eagerness. They had run out of things to do or to say. They were ready for the swapping to begin. The laughter subsided and the room tensed. Barbara bit her bottom lip, waiting for someone to give some direction. She looked at her husband for reassurance, but John was looking into his lap.
"John, you have a hard-on."
Merry hadn't meant to say that, the words just blurted out of her mouth. Barbara gasped, and John squirmed, his face reddening. Richard grinned at his wife's boldness, something he admired her for, and Merry squeezed her cunt muscles tight. A warmth spread through her crotch.
"Well, he does," she added defensively.
"You do, you know," piped Richard. Barbara gasped again.
"Well, if you two aren't horny," Merry said to Richard and Barbara, but looking straight at Barbara, "then maybe just John and I should go downstairs. Hell, I'm very horny and very wet already."
"Ohhh," Barbara moaned. Her own wetness was oozing down her slit and she turned scarlet, sure that everyone could see and smell her damp panties.
"Downstairs?" John was very interested in going downstairs. He was glad now that he did have a hard-on, if that was what it was going to take to get this swap started. "What's downstairs?"
Richard rubbed unabashedly at his own rising man-flesh. He squeezed his cock through his jeans, staring deep into Barbara's eyes as he did so, and answered John. "Our equipment is all down there, just waiting for us to use it."
"Equipment? What kind of equipment?" Barbara felt a wave of fear course through her. Her nipples got very hard suddenly and she gasped again. Her body was betraying her.
"Sex equipment, dear," Merry answered, enjoying the effect that this was all having on the stoned, turned-on, uptight Barbara. Merry knew that once Barb got over this initial anxiety, she would be one hell of a sexual partner. She must have a lot of hot desires repressed inside her, Merry thought, and she couldn't wait to see them unleashed. "We have oil, vibrators... oh, all kinds of erotic gadgets," she continued. And then, in a motherly tone, she added, "Barbara, let yourself be a fulfilled woman. Come downstairs with us and see the pleasures that you've probably been denying yourself... your body... your very attractive and womanly body."
There was no way in hell that Barbara could refuse that pitch. No man could live up to that seduction. Barbara wiggled around on the couch, her panties stuck to her cuntlips, her nipples straining at the white soft wool of her sweater. The words 'let us show you,' finally penetrated her brain. Barbara looked directly at Merry's face, square into her cool brown eyes.
Ohmygod, she thought, she's bisexual! Barbara gasped.
Richard stood up and reached his hand out to Barbara. "Come," he said, "I'll help you get down-the stairs. We'll be gentle, and I'm sure you will be satisfied." Barbara gurgled. Her tits hurt. Richard continued: "Come with me, with us, and be free."
Barbara floated up off the couch, her hand connected with Richard's and he pulled her towards the cellar door. She felt like a balloon, being towed through the air. She watched as Merry took John's hand and the two of them floated along, too. Barbara's stomach muscles tightened, heat permeated her cunt and she felt a very strange sexual desire welling up within her.
Moments later the four of them were in the basement, where Richard had set up several air mattresses, and scattered around those mattresses were the gadgets Merry had spoken about. There were rubber cocks, vibrators, bottles of oil, leather garments, a long black sleek leather whip and, of all things, a white canvas straitjacket.
"Don't let that stuff frighten you," Richard said when he saw Barbara paling, her eyes bulging with terror. "Nothing here is for pain. Everything is for pleasure and only for pleasure. You will not be made to do anything that you don't want to do, but I have a feeling that you are going to want to do a lot, Barbara." Then he slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her roughly on her mouth, stabbing his tongue deep into the warm, wet orifice. His cock pressed between her legs.
Barbara hadn't resisted the kiss. It was so sudden that she didn't have time to think about it, and when his cock touched her cunt through her clothing, she groaned into Richard's mouth. His touch against her body was the final pricking of her defenses. Her body won over her mind and Barbara almost came in her pants. When she finally broke the kiss off, to catch her breath, she saw that her husband John was standing in front of Merry, who was on her knees, unzipping John's fly.
Cock! His cock, I want to suck his cock. That's what Merry was thinking while she knelt in front of John, slowly unzipping his fly. John stood there, stunned. He had seen his wife respond to Richard's passionate kiss, his wife, the same wife who would suck him off to just before he came, who was shy and timid in the ways of sex, the very same woman who just pressed her cunt against Richard's cock, and now Merry was unzipping his pants in search of his very wanting cock. John was numb. Slowly, ever so slowly, Merry pulled the zipper down, her mouth open, her pink wet tongue licking at her bottom lip. Her hand trembled slightly and her cuntlips quivered and copious wetness oozed from between them.
Barbara and Richard both watched, Barbara in awe and Richard inching his hand in the direction of the zipper on her slacks. His cock stuck straight out, straining against the denim material of his pants. His fingertips touched the top of the zipper and he pulled it quickly down. Barbara, aware and not aware at the same time, clenched her thighs tightly together. Her breasts ached as they never had before and Barbara wanted to be fucked, wanted to be fucked for probably the first time in her life.
Merry's mouth opened and she placed it over John's cockhead. He closed his eyes and urged his cock into the warmth touching at him. The aura of sex in the room and the effects of the wine and grass made everything seem surrealistic to the four hot turned-on people. Merry's mouth opened wider, her tongue slowly flitted out and swirled around John's penis, dipping into the little hole in its tip, then quickly lapping at the shaft before returning to swirling around the cockhead again. Erotic sensations dripped from Merry's tongue to coat John's throbbing prick and course through him, and he rocked back and forth, moaning, eyes clenched tight.
Barbara gasped. Richard's fingers had nimbly undone her slacks and they lay crumpled at her feet, his hand now buried into her panties, fingers tickling at her cunt. If Merry keeps that up, John'll come in her mouth, Barbara thought. She wanted John to come in Merry's mouth, she wanted that very badly. Richard's fingers swirled around in the puddle of sex juices that were flooding Barbara's pussy. She felt dizzy, everything started to spin wildly before her and she held on to Richard's shoulders, with both hands, for support.
"He's coming. John's coming in her mouth. Ohmygod, ohohohohoh, into her mouth," Barbara screamed, her eyes bulging, her cuntlips fluttering, her own orgasm bursting.
Merry's throat filled with the thick white sperm, her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked hard on John's coming cock. Delicious! It is delicious, and I love it, her mind reeled. She sucked and sucked and sucked till her jaws ached, swallowing big gulps of spunk, enjoying the searing path of heat it burnt to her belly. John came for a long time, as if he had saved up months of orgasms for this moment. He said nothing, he did nothing, he just stood there, his body forcing against Merry's mouth, jabbing his cock down her throat and coming from the sensations her mouth produced. One grunt and he let it all gush out.
Barbara's legs trembled, her body went limp and she fell against Richard. As she started to come, Richard's fingers finally completely buried in her snatch, a brief flicker of shame passed through her, but the sight of her husband coming in Merry's mouth, and the release of all her pent-up passions made her swoon in pleasure. Her reserves were all gone now and she committed herself to a night of debauchery. Richard helped her to her knees and then they both sat down on one of the air mattresses.
Merry licked her lips and John comforted his softening organ with his hands, a wide grin splayed across his face. John and Merry became aware of their audience and joined the other two on the floor. Richard lit another joint and they smoked it quickly, in a hurry to get back to sex. No one spoke at all. The joint went around the circle and each inhaled another dreamy toke. They touched each other with their hands, licked their lips and looked from one another, seduction and lust clouding their eyes.
Richard stood up and the other three watched him, waiting to see what he was going to do. He undressed, taking every bit of his clothing off, and then sat down again, as if he had never moved in the first place. And, as if he had cued them, the other three stood up and undressed. Merry rounded up all the clothing, piled it in a heap in the corner of the room, softened the lights, and returned to the nude circle of horniness. The four of them sat that way for a few moments, until the joint was out "Let's play with the gadgets." Richard finally broke the silence.
"Yeah, let's," John answered.
"Wha-what do you do with... with all that?" Barbara stammered, blushing slightly. The red coloring in her cheeks was passion. Her reluctance to participate had diminished with her first orgasm. She wanted more now, lots more, just as Richard had predicted she would.
"We'll show you how to use everything, and tell you what it's for, then you decide what you want to try. Okay, Barb?" Merry offered, stroking Barbara's inner thighs.
Barbara felt Merry's fingers caressing her thighs, and her nipples tensed from the strange pleasures she was feeling. "Nice, that feels nice," she heard herself say. "I'm not up to the gadgets yet, I mean for deciding what to try. I need... er... something... er," she struggled on, trying to find the right words to describe what she felt. Merry's smile had unnerved her again.
"I understand," Merry said, one hand on each of Barbara's thighs, gently pushing the girl's legs apart.
They were still sitting naked, in a circle: Merry and Barbara directly across from each other, Richard between Merry and Barbara on one side, John between the two women on the other side.
Richard had been watching Merry's fingers trace small circles on Barb's tbighflesh, and his eyes were drawn to the red moist slit that lay open between those thighs. He bent his head down, his mouth hungry for the taste of pussy juice. His tongue stabbed out and licked wide slurpy rings around Barbara's clitoris and she stiffened as if she had been struck by a jolt of electricity. Merry pushed her legs even further apart, giving Richard more access to Barb's cunt.
"Uhnnnn! Oh, oh... yes! I think I like that." Barbara automatically placed her hands on Richard's head, pushing him as close to her box as she could. Her clit throbbed and hardened. Her hole opened wide and fluttered, waiting for Richard's tongue to stab into it. "That feels goooood. Do it to me, I like it," she urged him on.
John's prick was hard and ready again, new fire gathering in his aching balls. He watched Richard's tongue swirling around in his wife's snatch, and he felt his own tongue drying. He looked at Merry, her eyes first and then her cunt. She had anticipated what he would want and her legs were spread wide, waiting for him. He got on all fours, and crawled between Merry's legs, as close to her quivering cunt as he could get Like a dog, he paused there, sniffing at her, licking his lips, a glint in his eyes, and if he had had a tail, it would've been wagging wildly. His cock was pointing straight at Merry and she grabbed it with both hands. John licked his dry lips and then he attacked Merry's cunt with his mouth, licking wildly at it, biting softly on the fat cuntlips. His nose nuzzled at her clit and his tongue pierced into her sloshing hole. All the while she masturbated him with both hands, occasionally grabbing his hairy balls to squeeze them.
Richard sensed that Barbara was going to come again, and he couldn't wait to lick up her orgasm. His tongue swirled quickly, long strokes, then short ones. His tongue went in and out of Barbara's hole, then licked some more. His prick was swaying back and forth, all red and swollen and needing. Richard started for a moment. Something wet and very warm had consumed his cock. He felt Barbara's leg muscles tighten as she wrapped her legs around him and lay down on her side. Richard looked up briefly, releasing Barb's lovebud from between his teeth. What he saw made his nipples harden and his organ pulse inside whatever was caressing it. Barbara had lain down in order to be able to reach John's cock with her mouth. She was sucking John's organ with complete abandonment, milking the rod, pulling it into her mouth with both hands. John was pumping his ass, burying his organ as deep into Barbara's throat as he could, an orgasm obviously very near, and he was eating Merry's cunt as a starving man would slurp at a bowl of hot soup. The warmth that was around Richard's cock turned out to be Merry's mouth. They were a daisy chain of four panting, gasping, about to come people. Richard resumed his eating of Barb's cunthole, and the circle remained unbroken as they each ate, slurped, licked, pumped and pulled each other.
Each body heaved, each chest went up and down faster and faster as each approached orgasm. Each was administering pleasure in the same manner he or she was receiving it. Cunt juice poured onto each man's tongue and in return precome juice bathed each female's throat lining. The sound of gulping, heavy breathing, and slurping... cunt slurping filled the room. Then the sounds of low moans, purring, escaped from them.
"Ohhhhhhh." Barbara let go of John's cock for a brief second. Richard's tongue was all the way up her slimy hole and it had tripped the orgasm that had been building to a feverish pitch. "Uhhnn. Ohhhnnnn. I'm commmmmminnnnngggggl" She swallowed John's cock again, deep-throating him, and then locked her legs tightly around Richard's head. She wasn't going to let him loose till she let go with every ounce of come that she had. Come juice poured out of her into Richard's mouth and her body convulsed and jerked.
The hard sucking from the coming Barbara spurred John on. The harder his wife sucked, the more of him that she swallowed, the more his cock swelled, until it couldn't swell anymore. Then it burst open, come searing down Barbara's throat, filling her belly. She couldn't get enough of it and she sucked harder and harder and John gave her more and more of the hot lava. His tongue was stabbing wildly at Merry's quim, and he lapped up her thick white cream as fast as she produced it "More, oh please more, John... eat me... Eatme eatme eateateatmmmmmeeeeel" Merry screamed and bucked her ass frantically. She banged her cunt against John's mouth and her cuntlips squeezed shut around his tongue each time it stabbed into her. She listened to Barbara as she came and then to John as he joined his wife in orgasm and she felt her own orgasm wash down from her womb lining, gush down her cunt and squirt onto John's tongue. "Uhnnn. Yessss!" she hissed the words around Richard's pole. Richard's cock throbbed in her hand and she saw the white jism that was erupting from it. Merry went crazy then, when she realized that Richard was coming, too.
All of them were coming, all of them were writhing and holding each other, either with their hands or then-legs or their mouths. Come oozed from pricks, cunts and mouths, dripped through fingers, and splattered the mattresses beneath them. Four people erupting in orgasm at the same time, the smell of sex clogging their nostrils, their moans ringing in each ear. They came, orgasm flowing from mouth to prick to cunt to prick and around and around the ring of fire that they had become. And it wasn't for many moments more that they lay, slumped against each other, looking like the victims of an auto wreck, breathing heavily, finally exhausted from their second sexual round of the night.
Somehow they managed to untangle themselves and sit up, their bodies glistening with perspiration. Richard crawled towards the heap of clothing in the corner of the room, searching for another joint.
"No more. I can't do anymore." Barbara said. She was still trying to catch her breath.
"No more what?" Richard asked over his shoulder as he rummaged through his jeans for the jay. "No more grass, or no more sex?"
"No more anything. I'm just going to sit here and die."
Merry laughed at Barbara, making the blonde woman feel sorry that she had said anything. "Come on, don't tell me you quit after only two orgasms. My my, and we haven't even used the gadgets yet."
"'Yeah! Damn it, we keep forgetting the gadgets." John spoke as he eyed the sex toys longingly. He really was anxious to see how they were used.
"But I'm tired." Barbara pouted, not understanding where Merry got all her sexual energy from.
Merry looked square into Barb's eyes, and determined and unblinking, said: "But I haven't eaten your pussy yet, dear... and Richard hasn't fucked you, and... " That was all that Merry had to say, Barbara's hand went to her cunt and squeezed it, trying to close the cuntlips that Merry's words had opened. New wetness trickled onto Barb's fingers and she stared at her hands in amazement. She could go on, she really could. Barbara was beginning to understand now. Merry didn't have more sexual energy, she was just more open to experience, more able to face her desires and her needs, and was able to accept her own female sexuality. Barbara felt grateful to Merry for showing her what real sexual pleasure could be like. Barbara was so grateful that she no longer felt intimidated by Merry and she wanted to feel Merry's tongue buried inside her pussy. The two women smiled at each other, friends now.
They smoked another joint, hardly paying much attention to it. John had picked up the straitjacket and was turning it around in his hands, trying to figure out how it worked.
"What do you do with that?" Barbara asked.
"That's for the rape victim" Merry answered, an image of Tom's evil glare passing in front of her mind's eye, causing her to shudder, lubrication again collecting in her loins.
"Rape victim?" John, his soft dick twitching on his thigh, looked curiously at Merry and then at Richard.
Richard took the white canvas jacket from John and held it up, letting the brown leather straps dangle from it. He walked over to Barbara and pulled her into a standing position in front of him. "It's for a game that Merry and I play sometimes," he said, slipping the jacket onto Barbara who stood there a little afraid but quite intrigued. Richard continued: "Here, I'll show you how this works and then we'll play." He tightened the straps, turning Barbara around so that her back was to him. He laced the last strap and Barbara stood there, the jacket covering her from her neck down to just above her curly, damp blonde-brown pubic hair. He kissed the back of her neck and licked the bottom of her earlobe, then whispered to her: "If you really don't like this, don't panic. I'll stop, and take it off. But if you relax, I think you are going to get off on this. Now bend over-forward."
Barbara strained her back to look behind her. Her arms were crossed in front of her and held that way by the straitjacket, its sleeves tied behind her back. She tried to move her hands and arms but the jacket pulled taut and restrained her movements. She did panic for a moment. Richard held his arms around her, his nose nuzzled under her ear, his mouth blowing hot streams of air down her neck. She calmed. He had promised he wouldn't hurt her and that he would stop if she wanted him to. Barbara enjoyed everything so far and was going to do everything possible to experience even more pleasure. "Okay... okay," she whispered, bending forward, her ass thrusting up at Richard.
John watched with a stoned interest. He was fascinated by his shy Barbara's reaction to everything that had taken place. He had a feeling that their bed was going to see a lot more action in the future, and that it was going to be better than ever. His prick hardened in appreciation.
Merry poured a little bit of oil into the palms of her hands and then massaged John's cock with it. The organ jumped in her hand and she squeezed it, enjoying the feel of the pulsing maleflesh. The oil made John's cock feel warm, and erotically different. Merry knelt between his legs and blew long hot streams of air at his prickhole, and along the shaft. As her breath hit his organ, he felt his flesh get warmer and warmer until he felt as if it were afire. Merry picked up a vibrator, turned it on and placed it under John's balls, continuing to blow warm breaths in the direction of his penis.
"Oh, christ, that feels great," he uttered, his cock rock-hard again. He looked again at Barbara and Richard, and again he couldn't believe what he saw. Barbara was bent over and Richard was mounting the restrained woman's back. Richard was finally going to fuck Barb's ass. "Christ... oh... sweet christ," John stammered, his right hand going to his flaming prick. He started to masturbate vigorously.
"No. No... nonononono!" Barbara screamed. "Don't do that, please. It's gonna hurt."
Richard was holding his cock with his right hand, and Barb around the waist with his left. He was determined to shove his cock into her puckering asshole, and wasn't about to be talked out of it. He shoved his prick harder against Barb's wiggling ass, but he kept missing the hole. She squirmed, still trying to get free from him, her arms straining against the inside of the rough canvas. She was trapped; she couldn't get freed. He was really going to rape her. Richard was raping her ass.
"You said you'd stop. Please. It's going to hurt."
"No, it won't hurt. Relax." Richard held his cock and it pulsed frantically in his hand as he guided it once again against Barbara's anus. "Relax, dammit.".
"Please, Richard, please." Barbara began to cry soft wet tears down her cheeks. She was afraid of the pain and she was beginning to feel humiliated, bent that way, a straitjacket on, and her ass so exposed.
Something wet touched her thigh. Barbara looked down, between her legs. "Ooohh." Her eyes widened, she moaned. It was Merry and she was in front of Barbara, on her hands and knees, her head between Barbara's spread legs. Merry looked up at Barbara, smiled and then buried her head in the struggling woman's snatch. Merry's tongue licked up one thigh and then the other. She licked small rings around Barb's clit, but she never touched the hard nub. Barbara was excited, very excited, and she spread her legs wider, and squatted down over Merry's head. "Oooooooohhhhhh. Yes, I've been wanting that. Eat me, Merry." Merry's tongue stabbed into her hole and Barbara felt a sexual pang throb through her. Wetness swept down her vaginal passageway and flowed onto Merry's tongue. "Ohnnnnn!" Barbara undulated her hips, bouncing her cunt up and down onto Merry's open mouth. She was going to come, the beginning of her orgasm tingling at her insides. She felt as if she had to pee, and she strained her muscles, then clenched them tight around Merry's wiggling mouth organ.
Richard seized the opportunity and thrust his cock into Barbara's spasming asshole. As Barb went into the throes of an orgasm from Merry's licking, her asshole opened and closed. The hole puckered open and Richard shoved hard, his cock burying itself tightly in the brown opening.
"Ohhhgodddddd. Oh! I'm coming!" Barbara screamed, twisting her body, her arms straining at the straitjacket. Her nipples hardened under the stiff material and her legs trembled around Merry's head. Her cunthole opened wide and her orgasm rolled down into Merry's throat.
That was all that Richard needed. Barbara's orgasm caused her to flex both cunt and ass muscles. Each time those muscles closed around his shaft, he shoved in and when the muscles relaxed, he slid his cock out, only to plunge it in again. Now with Barbara coming, and the sight of Merry lapping out Barbara's pussy, Richard's prickhole twitched, and his sperm gushed from his balls and spewed forth hotly into Barbara's rectum.
John had been standing there watching all this, jerking wildly at his prick. Preseminal fluid was leaking from the hole in his organ and dripping down his hand. He was using the vibrator that he had taken from Merry, and held it under his balls, occasionally running the tip of it across his asshole. He watched Richard, his face flushed, perspiration dripping from his brow, coming inside Barbara's ass. John saw bubbles of Richard's spunk oozing out of the asshole and coat Barbara's assflesh. Merry's face was slick and wet from Barbara's come juice and Merry lay half on her side, her hands massaging her tits, pinching her nipples. Merry's pussy was exposed to John, and he dropped down to his knees and brought his body up close to Merry. He positioned himself against her, and in one hard thrust, buried his cock all the way into her cunthole.
"Ughhh!" Merry reacted to the piercing cock within her. It hurt a little, he was so rough, but then her passion soothed the pain until it became a sensual throb. John's cock twitched and swelled within her hole and it sent ripples of pleasure up into her womb, spreading through her belly and up, up, up, till they throbbed out through her nipples. "Fuck me, John... Fuck me hard and rough. Fuck my cunt like Richard is fucking Barbara's ass... Yessss! Yes, that's it!" she urged him, wanting his hot spunk to fill her.
John started to come. Merry's warm wet pussy covered his rod, squeezing it tenderly. His cockhead pulsed wildly, his balls ached, and he pumped her harder and harder, completely lost in the pleasures that Merry's velvet box was giving him. He grunted. The veins in his neck bulged, and he shoved his body hard against hers, blind to everything but the hot, spewing cock he was pistoning her with.
"I'm coming, John! I'm coming, everybody!" Merry screamed, pinching her nipples till they hurt. "I'm comnunmmmminnnngggg!"
"Yes!" Barbara added, trying to spread her legs further than they were capable of going. "I'm coming, too. Merry, me too!" Barbara dripped come onto Merry's tongue.
Once again the four of them were orgasming together, passing come from one body to another, till they were a string of orgasms... Merry being fucked by John, while she ate Barbara's quim, who was coming as Richard fucked her ass. Richard took the jacket off Barbara and flung it out of the way. She was grateful for the release and gave her ass to him willingly now. Bodies slapping against bodies, grunts and low moans escaping from each of them, the musky odor of sex permeating the air, each came-once, twice, three times. Each orgasm reached a peak and then was overcome by another orgasm, until there were no more to be had.
Their bodies separated and each collapsed, exhausted, to the floor. They lay quiet for awhile and then much later, in the wee hours of the morning, the sun already peaking through the fading dusk, Barbara and John left the Saunders' home. And, when they entered their own home, a few minutes later, their fingers were locked tightly together, an indication of how much closer they were going to be.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Merry stood by the kitchen sink, looking out at the lawn through the yellow lacy curtains. Richard had started his spring gardening, and she watched as he tamped some dirt around a rose bush. She rapped on the window pane and when he looked up, she held a coffee cup up for him to see. Richard smiled appreciatively at his wife, nodded yes, and held up five fingers of one hand, indicating he'd be in in about five minutes, and he wanted coffee. Richard returned his attention to the rose bush he was planting for Merry.
"Maaa! Richie hit me," a small voice called from upstairs.
"She hit me first," came another small voice.
"Get into your pajamas and stop fighting, both of you. You can finish your argument in the morning." Merry had learned that it was best not to take sides in the children's squabbles, and besides, it was Friday night and she wanted the weekend to start off without any hassles.
"Where's the coffee? Kids asleep?" Richard came in from the yard, dirt all over his hands and clothing.
"Coffee's on the table, kids are getting into their pajamas and why don't you wash up? You're filthy."
"Okay." Richard went upstairs. Minutes later he returned and sat down at the kitchen table. "You can go up and kiss the kids good-night, they're all tucked in." He sipped the coffee and flipped through the TV Guide that was lying on the table next to his cup. He winked at Merry as she passed him on her way up to see the children. "How'd you know I'd want the TV Guide?' he asked.
"Don't you always?"
Later, Merry and Richard sat together on the living room sofa, the soft glow from the television serving as the only light in the room. Richard sat up, his gaze intent on the television screen, watching a movie.
Merry was snuggled up against Richard's shoulder, her arms folded across her chest." She was mentally preparing Saturday's supermarket list, deciding what chores she had to do, and what chores she would try to convince Richard to do over the weekend.
"Could you shampoo the rug tomorrow?"
Richard didn't answer her.
"Rich, could you?"
"What?" He really heard her, but he hoped that she wouldn't ask again.
"Shampoo the rug. Please."
"Maybe." He pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket "I wanted to clean out the garage tomorrow morning and then get up to the nursery. Thought I'd get a small tree for the side yard." He lit the joint and passed it to Merry.
"Oh. Maybe I'll shampoo the rug. And I'm gonna have the slipcovers cleaned."
Richard blew out a small thin stream of smoke and looked down at Merry's face. "Didn't you just get them cleaned a month or so ago?"
Merry avoided Richard-'s eyes. "They're dirty again," she said and took a deep toke from the jay.
Richard started to feel high, the grass changing his perspective and he was drawn back to the television screen. Forgetting what Merry was talking about, he said: "Mmmm okay. That's good."
"Your mother is coming on Sunday, and your Aunt Anna, too."
He looked at her again. "Christ! Why?"
Merry was pretty stoned now and she was forgetting what she was talking about. " 'Cause it was time to invite them again. You always seem to forget family obligations, Richard."
"I try hard to forget, actually. Hey, let's go to bed early tonight. I'm really bushed from last night."
Merry perked to attention at the reminder of what they had done last night with Barbara and John.
"Yeah, that was wild," she said, sitting up and taking the second joint from Richard.
"We gonna do that again with them, you think?"
"Depends on them." Merry's panties were dampening with her sex juices, her cunt quivering in memory of John's long and thin and very hard cock as it pistoned viciously into her. "Barbara is the one who'll have to decide in the end, I guess. She had the most hang-ups about swapping."
"Merry, let's go to bed." Richard squeezed the hardon that was rising beneath his pants.
Merry stood up and flipped the television off. "Okay." She checked the lock on the front door, emptied the ashtrays and splashed some water into the empty coffee cups in the sink. Unplugging the coffee pot, she called out: "Well, coming or not?"
Richard had been staring at the blackened television screen, his thoughts on Barbara's asscheeks, remembering how they jiggled when he was shoving his cock in and out of her tight asshole. Once when she tightened her anal muscles in protest of his hard intrusion into her virgin ass, he had slapped those fat cheeks. She had had the straitjacket on and couldn't defend herself. Richard had the distinct feeling that she enjoyed that slap and he recorded the thought in his mind-in case there was a next time.
"Richard, come on! It was your idea to go to bed early." Merry called to him again, this time from the top of the stairs that led to the bedrooms. "I'll be sound asleep by the time you get up here-if you don't hurry."
He looked around the living room, surprised to find that he was alone in the dark. Good, good grass he thought, lifting his aroused body off the couch and aiming it in the direction that Merry's voice had come from. "I'm coming. One sec-" Merry was in bed, the covers tucked all the way up under her chin. She had washed all her makeup off and her hair was freshly brushed, loosely framing her face and hanging down over the blankets. She sat propped up against her pillow, watching Richard as he undressed.
"What happened to your identity crisis?" he asked, slipping his shirt off and dropping it to the floor.
"Gone." She was staring at his hard-on, eagerly waiting for him to unzip his fly.
"Where did it go?" He pulled the zipper down and parted the front of his jeans. Aware that Merry was watching him, and aware that the slight movement under the blanket must be her hand playing with her pussy, he removed the pants slowly, to tease her.
She licked her lips and sucked in her breath. Merry was playing with herself-diddling her fingers in and out of her cunt. "When I saw what happened to Barbara last night, saw how she reacted to the grass, and to the sex, I think that I realized what happened to me. She got off on that straitjacket, didn't she?"
Richard was naked in front of the bed now and he was jerking the flesh of his cock slowly up and down. "Yes, she did. I guess there is a little bit of violence in all of us."
"Yeah." Merry buried two fingers into her dripping snatch. "That's what I mean. She made me realize that it wasn't necessary to be one person-flat, one-sided. I discovered that there were many parts to my personality, and that I could be lots of things, feel a lot of feelings, and still be me. I guess I'm finally adjusting to being a woman, facing being thirty-two and able to say good-bye to girlhood, without thinking that I've lost something... when I've really gained the very thing I've strived for."
Richard, only half listening to Merry, sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for the alarm clock on the night table and set it for 8:30 A.M. "That's good," he said over his shoulder. "I'm glad you feel that way. And I'm glad that you are my woman." He slipped his body under the covers and snuggled next to Merry. His cock hardened some more, a drop of white goo oozed out and dripped down from its head. "Merry, you're naked! How very nice."
She cradled herself under his arm, her chin nuzzling under his armpit, the raunchy masculine smell of his sweat making her heady with sexual excitement. "Aren't you gonna ask me who I am? That was what I was trying to figure out."
He was massaging his balls with his left hand and he stretched the right hand down to Merry's pussy. Pulling her fingers away from her snatch, he placed his own hand on her mound and began to masturbate her. "Okay. I'll bite. Who are you?"
Merry spread her legs apart so that Richard's hand could have an easier access to her box. Her cunthole was dilating, waiting for his fingers to penetrate her. She lifted her ass off the bed, urging him to continue playing with her slit. "I'm Merry Saunders," she whispered, "your wife, the mother of Debbie and Richard Saunders, and one-quarter of this family." She brought her knees up and humped her cunt against Richard's probing fingers. "Now fuck me."
Richard placed his body on top of Merry's. He pushed her down onto the bed with his hands, and positioned his prick directly above her hairy mound.
"Yes, Merry, I'm going to fuck you." He drove his Friday-night hard-on into her cunt, parting the inner lips with his thickness, and slipped all the way into her until the tip of his prick hit against her womb opening.
"Ohhh. Richard, that feels so good." She locked her legs around his waist and met each one of his thrusts. "I love you." She closed her eyes and let the pleasure of his fucking envelope her. "Oh!"
Richard dicked her steadily, perspiration collecting across his brow, dripping down the sides of his face. He sensed that he would come quickly tonight and he arched his body up, not missing a beat of fucking rhythm, and placed his open mouth over one of Merry's tits, sucking in the hard waiting nipple.
"Ohnnnn. Suck my tits-both of them." She pressed her cunt tight against his groin, his prick buried to the hilt within her, and she held herself that way, wiggling ,her ass around so that her warm, wet inner vaginal flesh clung to his shaft, and twisted erotically around it.
"Oooo, I could come... "
"Go ahead, but don't stop sucking my tits. Come, Richard! Fill me with you."
Richard strained his arms against the bed sheets. He pumped into Merry's pussy. In and out, biting on one nipple then on the other. In and out, licking her cleavage and under her chin, kissing her neck with his frantic tongue. In and out went his cock. Round and round swirled her cunt, milking his trembling rod, daring it to come inside her. His balls ached. He jabbed into her and his legs stiffened above hers. He was going to come and the sensation was more than he could stand. In and out, in and out, in and out, until he couldn't hold back any more. Richard's dick swelled and then burst with orgasm.
"I'm coming! Oh, Merry, am I coming!"
Merry's orgasm was triggered by his spunk hitting against her womb. She lifted her back off the bed and locked her arms around Richard's waist. He had stopped nibbling at her nipples, his head now nestled in the crook of her neck.
"Oh, Richard. Come in me... come in me... I love it, I love it, love it! You're great."
Their bodies moved in unison under the covers, heaving up and down, rocking back and forth, staying close together, their orgasms blending, their juices slipping out from between their pubic mounds, and squishing between their thighs and bellies.
"Fuck me hard, Richard."
"I'm coming in you."
"Ohhhh. More, please, more."
"Ughhh! Ohnn!"
An hour later, the Saunders' bedroom was dark and quiet. Outside someone slammed a car door. Merry rolled over and cuddled her pillow, smiling into its fluffiness. The car started and drove off, and Merry shut her eyes, blocking out the moonlight that peeked in under the window shade. She reached behind her with her right hand and felt Richard's naked sleeping body. Reassured by his presence, she sighed. The weekend had begun and there would be lots of time to spend with Richard before it was Monday morning again. A smile danced across her lips, her body curled into a fetal position, her ass snuggled against Richard's sated manflesh. Merry fell asleep.
